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[scarlette-foxx]

Crossover Danuary Week 2025 Day 1- Podcasts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62536915

A normal day in Night Vale :)

In a world unseen, what is unseen is known. In a unknown world, what is unknown is seen.

Welcome To Nightvale.

There have been reports of a green glowing ooze peeking through the fence of The Dog Park.

“At first I thought this was one of the many visits from our friend, the schmooze,” says John Peter, the farmer, “But I soon realized that this was not the case when it burned my hand.”

After investigating the borders of The Dog Park, I, too, found that the substance burned my hand! It still kind of hurts.. The shadowy hooded figures surrounding The Dog Park didn't even bother with sending the Sheriff's Secret Police after me as they seemed to be busy taking samples of the substance and pushing it back inside the border of the park.

As a Night Vale resident since my youth, I still remember what my Boy Scouts of America handbook says about evil oozes.

“Leave these things alone. It will probably not devour all that you love, so don't bother it. Focus instead on gaining your blood pact scout certification, and you may not even miss the devoured people!”

And so, Night Vale, following the advice I returned to the station, where I found a very interesting surprise.

Khoshekh seems to have made a friend! It is a small green puppy who is also floating about four feet above the sink in the men's bathroom. I'm so glad that Khoshekh has seemed to find a companion in these tough, slime-filled times. We can all take a page from-

Oh. Oh it seems, listeners, that the puppy is not confined to the space four feet above the sink. Hello, little green dog. What are you up to?

[Barking yap noises]

Oh, that's not a toy little guy, can you drop that chord? I need it to broadcast-

[The voice goes a little quieter, as if walking away from the microphone]

Hey. You need to drop that. NO! THIS IS NOT TUG OF WAR!

[A growling is heard]

Uh.. listeners.. I seem to be in a bit of a situation. This puppy has grown in size so large that he almost doesn't even fit in the recording room anymore.

…Good doggie?

It seems while I take care of this, I'll have to take you all now, To The Weather.

[https://youtu.be/GLi1tlCOwzM?si=uKQo-H3N1AZqw3wa]

Welcome back, listeners. While you were listening to the weather, it seems the puppy's owner heard my broadcast and came to the radio station to retrieve his dog.

It was much of a relief, listeners, as the puppy was able to shrink back down to a more manageable size once the owner was in control.

The owner said something about going to the dog park, but despite my insistence that the dog park was neither for dogs, nor actually a park, he still seemed determined to travel there. Hopefully the evil ooze will distract the shadowy figures long enough for the owner to realize that the dog park is not a place he wishes to be.

Speaking of which, Intern Mike has gone out to investigate The Dog Park's mysterious evil ooze as well. He has stated that it does not taste good in a drink and it cannot help destroy the doors that keep appearing randomly despite its acidic properties. He will soon return to gather more of this bright green, glowing ooze.

It seems Intern Mike wishes to step into my dear Carlos's realm of science. Foolish Mike, we all know that scientists can only be born, not made.

And now, traffic.

In an instant your whole world is dark. The fiery burn spreads through your hand, your heart, your soul. Like liquid magma it burrows into your muscles, your bones. In an instant your whole world is bright. You scream in agony but no one hears for your vocal chords dont even exist. In an instant, you are forever changed.

This has been traffic.

An update from intern Mike, who says that the green ooze is retreating from The Dog Park. The ooze had begun to boil and rise, before surrounding all the people surrounding The Dog Park, both Night Vale citizens and hooded figures alike, before swallowing them all and disappearing, including intern Mike, leaving only the voicemail intended for me as a last whisper into the cosmos.

Ah, yes, to all the friends and family of intern Mike, we leave our solemn wishes to you and yours for your loss.

Anyways, with the glowing ooze gone now, we may never know what its true purpose was. I apologize for earlier assuming its intent to be evil. Perhaps it had been friendly. Did we scare it off?

Stay tuned for introspection of the universe and an interview with our friend the schmooze.

Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.

[princescar]

Monitoring

Tw for discussion of blood, gore, and bodily trauma

Basically a lil blurb I wrote for my Remnant Matsuda AU with the blueprints for enomatsumiki laid out. might add to it idk. DR0 spoilers ig.

The heel of her shoe digs into the dirt below as she fidgets, nerves getting to her as she looks around.

“Naegi said he saw her around here…” She mumbles to herself, eyes scanning the area for another girl.

Except, it isn’t just another girl. It’s her Beloved.

Junko had been missing for weeks after the events of the Tragedy, having disappeared after an interrogation by the school. She had been panicking since, desperately trying to overturn every stone to find her Beloved, with no success. Until she ran into an underclassmen, one from Junko’s class, that told her that he ran into her Beloved while visiting a lab in the Biology building and later saw her entering the Old School Building. She doesn’t know if she ever thanked the boy before running off to where Junko was last seen.

But standing outside does her no good, with no sightings and no clues to where she went, Mikan goes inside.

The inside is dark and musty, in the way that all old buildings are, but it puts her on edge. She clutches her bag closer, constantly swerving around at every creak and echo. It reminds her of all the horror movies she’s seen and how she’s the cautionary tale to present to the audience the stakes for the actual protagonists. But she does not turn back. It’s the first lead she’s gotten in weeks, she can’t turn back.

So she goes deeper and deeper, searching for any sign her Beloved left behind. Deeper and deeper, until the scent of blood hits her.

Panic fills her and she rushes towards the source, praying to anyone listening that it’s not from her Beloved. And when she enters the room, the smell engulfs her and her eyes land on two bodies. 

One a small, boyish looking guy with his neck completely snapped.

The other a pile of meat and hair connected to a body.

Relief and horror mix in her gut as she stares out, completely transfixed by the bodies. Flashbacks flood her brain, and she finds herself thinking about the music room again. But a soft noise snaps her back to reality and her eyes shift to the source.

The disfigured body. 

They are still alive.

Mikan rushes over and kneels down beside them, watching their chest softly move up and down. A sign of life. She hurriedly opens her bag, pulling out any medical supplies she could. But she wouldn’t be able to do much here, so instead she focuses on stabilizing them enough to move them to the hospital. Carefully making sure every bandage is secure, she gently lifts them up and carries them as fast and steady as possible.

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Mikan stares at her new patient as they lay comatose on the hospital bed. Emergency surgery had been necessary, but the patient had survived with both his eyes and most of his teeth still in tact. Nothing short of a medical miracle. However, his face was completely destroyed, leaving his face permanently scarred. 

She was in charge of his care, making sure he recovered the best he possibly could. But this left her with little time to look for her Beloved. 

Well, until she walked right through the door.

“Eek! Be-Beloved!” Mikan nearly falls on her face when she jumps up to greet her. But her Beloved stays focused on her patient, walking over and staring down at him.

Her face is unreadable, even to Mikan, as she reaches over and gently brushes the hair out of his bandaged face.

“He survived.”

“I-uh.. He- Yes, but he’s currently in a coma- there’s no way to tell if he’ll… if he’ll ever wake up, My Love.”

But Junko doesn’t respond back, just bends down and presses a kiss onto his forehead.

“Miki.”

“Yes, Beloved!”

“You’re the best nurse, so make sure he gets the best care.” She turns to leave the room, pausing for a moment. “And make sure no one else knows about this, ‘kay?”

“Of Course, My Love!”

And when she leaves, Mikan’s eyes zero in on her patient. She stares at his forehead, locked onto the faint lipstick stain left on his bandages.

“… Time for a bandage change.”

She leans forward and begins to remove them from his face, turning to discard them before turning back and jumping when she meets icy blue eyes. He stares deep into her soul, jaw slightly moving like he wants to speak, before he gives up. Mikan just stares back in shock, surprised he had awoken so quickly after such a traumatic event. But she shakes herself out of it, focusing on re-bandaging his face. She swallows before opening her mouth.

“M-Matsuda, right?”

[scarletyeager]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, Idiots in Love, Sanji is an asshole, Ace is protective Summary:

Zoro gets a call from the last person he thought he would ever hear from again. Why now? And what does he want?

[scarlette-foxx]

5 months and Ch 7 is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48103282/chapters/208488196#chapter_7_endnotes

Its a simpler one this time but i like it.

Summary:

Based on this tumblr post:

https://www.tumblr.com/currant-owo/720745384501280768/awkward-meetings?source=share

Ra's Al Ghul and Danny Phantom just can't help but keep meeting each other throughout all of time!

[scarlette-foxx]

New chapter dropped! Finally.

Two of a time!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Based on this tumblr post:

https://www.tumblr.com/currant-owo/720745384501280768/awkward-meetings?source=share

Ra's Al Ghul and Danny Phantom just can't help but keep meeting each other throughout all of time!

[scarlette-foxx]

One of my favorite quotes from the bnha fanfiction ive been working on:

If looks could kill.. well then Eraserhead would have had a much more powerful quirk.

[scarlette-foxx]

Its been a year lol. New chapter for

Draconic Muggle

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Danny groaned, shaking his head, and shaking off the cotton-y feel of unconsciousness. What little kid was poking him awake? Ah, right, that's not a kid. They're just really small because Danny turned into a mother lovin dragon yesterday.

[princescar]

Hi There!!

My name is Karl! I'm an 20 year old transmasc who draws fanart!

I also write fanfics!:

The Part You Played (TPYP)

Paint Your White Walls Red (PYWWR)

CODE LAVENDER (code-lav)

Fandoms I like:

Danganronpa

Shuten Order

Genshin impact

But dont be put off by my, albeit toxic, fandoms! I am heavily critical of the good and bad of these medias and I always want to make the world a better place!! So let's get along!!

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