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sleepingdead96 · 27 days

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Ambassador Danny AU

Just a silly thing knocking around in my brain.

Batman halted in the door of the conference room, taking in the sight of a strange being lounging imperiously in his chair. His white hair seemed to defy gravity ever so gently and his green, glowing eyes—Jason’s eyes—stared back with none of the regard or fear so many people showed towards Batman. His tanned face was speckled with tiny stars that Batman had to actively resist becoming memorized by. The boy’s choice of covering was sheening armour that refracted the light through his chest-plate of black ice. The white sleet that sharpened his knuckles seemed perfectly capable of movement despite it encasing his hands in similar fashion to the chest-plate; glassy in it’s brutal edges and as hard as the sheets that form over the coldest of lakes.

The watchtower had been invaded. Batman had questioned why the place was so cold when he’d arrived. Now he knew.

The only thing that kept Batman from immediately reacting might have—very much—had to do with how young he looked. A boy in the second half of his teens.

And the fact that several other Justice League members were at Batman’s back as he strolled further into the room, watching the boy warily.

The boy’s eyes were unconcerned as he watched the Justice League file in. Worryingly so. Who was he that he would be so unfazed, how powerful? Or was it faith he wouldn’t be harmed, taking advantage of the Justice League’s strong morals?

The teen had commandeered the chair with all the authority of a king and the confidence of one assured of their own position. He sprawled across it. The chairs were all identical of practical, unassuming make, but this boy made it look like his throne as he leaned heavily on one side and stretched one leg way on the other. A hand was extended to dangle off one chair-arm and he had a knee braced up, showing an armoured shin protecting his black, sturdy, cargo-like pants and iced boots that jagged treacherously upwards.

The boy smirked. “Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”

Batman resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his already protected ears from the unearthly static and screeching glaciers that came from the boy’s mouth. He noticed Superman flinch and his face grimace.

“Who are you?” Batman growled. This boy was obviously inhuman. He was also an unknown. Batman would be foolish to underestimate someone who had somehow infiltrated the watchtower without being seen or setting off any alerts. Who exuded too much confidence, as if the entire world was at his fingertips.

Attacking took the back-burner in favour of garnering information in such a concerning situation.

“You may address me as. . .” He contemplated a bit too much for Batman to believe whatever he would give them would be his true name. “Danny.”

“. . .Danny.”

The name was so. . .normal.

“How did you get here?” Wonder Woman asked with hints of warning and aggression.

The boy smiled. He had fangs. Too many sharp teeth. He didn’t answer and was revelling in their ignorance.

“What are you doing here?” Superman asked. It said something about Danny’s energy that even superman was being cautious about approaching.

“Waiting for you.” He smirked.

“Why?” Batman pushed as much threat and intimidation into his stance and words as he could. He usually didn’t have to think about it. “What do you want?”

Danny chuckled and a shiver ran up Batman’s spine. Goosebumps formed even through the protective layers that shielded him from the cold.

“Why don’t you sit?” The words should have been innocent. They felt like a trap. “You’ve gathered for a meeting, haven’t you?”

The league members didn’t move. Danny sighed.

“Fine, fine, fine.” He rolled his eyes and Batman was eerily reminded of how much the adolescent exasperation reminded him of his own children. Danny leaned off the chair arm to lean an elbow on the table instead, propping his chin up. He was all teeth. “The Infinite Realms wishes for peace. I’ve come to investigate the possibility of a treaty on behalf of the High King.”

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“THERE’S A DENIZEN OF THE INFINITE REALMS IN THE WATCHTOWER??!!!”

Batman held the phone away from his face at Constantine’s uncharacteristic display of panic. It did not bode well and it settled uncomfortably in his bones.

He grunted in affirmation.

Constantine swore up and down enough to fill Alfred’s swear jar ten times over. “What do they want?! What did you say to them!? Ohhhh, bloody ****! You’ve already antagonized them haven’t you?!”

“No.” Batman ground out.

Constantine was quiet. Several seconds ticked by.

“. . .WELL?!”

“He claims the High King wants to negotiate for peace.”

There was silence on the other end. Batman usually preferred it when Constantine was quiet, but this was thick and seemed to claw out of the phone to infect the watchtower. It muffled the noises and beeps and drowned out the presence of the other league members who had stepped out of the conference room with him.

Then there was a great, controlled release of wavery air. When Constantine spoke, it was more serious than Batman ever remembered hearing him.

“Okay, okay.” Constantine mumbled to himself. “Listen closely, Bats, and repeat everything, and I mean everything, to your circus clowns.”

Superman cleared his throat. “We’re here.”

“YOU LEFT THE AMBASSADOR ALONE?!”

“Of course not! Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are monitoring him.” Batman said.

Constantine grumble-sighed. “Good.” He mumbled. “Two of the competent ones. I don’t trust Bats not to **** this up and get us all killed.”

“What now?” Flash said.

Batman was a little offended. “Constan—“

“NO!” He yelled vehemently. He sounded a little manic. “Batsy, you have the emotional intelligence of a wet paper bag, a sad, trampled, wet paper bag with so many holes that it can’t even be considered a bag anymore, you have the emotional intelligence of wet, paper scraps and the diplomacy of a feral hyena! Unless he addresses you first, Do. Not. Initiate! Do not open your mouth! I have no faith in you whatsoever!”

“I will n—“ Batman tried to growl again, but Constantine cut him off. Again!

“No!” Constantine reiterated oh, so eloquently. “Look.” He sighed. “Getting news of the newest High King since he defeated the last one has been near impossible. All Deadman will tell me is that he’s better than the last guy and we are incredibly lucky our entire dimension wasn’t wiped out after that stunt the American government pulled with the Anti-ecto Acts.”

Batman saw some of the leaguers pale. He suddenly wasn’t feeling the best either.

“Anti-Ecto Acts?”

“Laws declaring their species non-sentient and illegal, I dealt with it, thing is, this is an extremely delicate situation.” He stressed. “We don’t know what kind of ruler he is, what little thing might set him off, and we cannot afford to set the High King off! Capiche?! It’s a good sign that he’s willing to negotiate peace, but he could change his mind. Some ghosts are very temperamental.”

“Ghosts.” Several of the leaguers repeated. Constantine let out an incredibly exasperated sound.

“Do you idiots know nothing?! Yes, ghosts! The Infinite Realms is the dimension between dimensions, the land of the dead and the never-born! They are incredibly powerful entities and many of them could level our planet easily! Whatever you do, DO NOT ask how they’ve died! It is highly taboo and you’ll get yourselves killed!” Constantine let out a stressed groan.

“I would come back and deal with this myself, but I am. . .occupied at the moment. Don’t try to negotiate without me! You lot will muck everything up! And seriously, DO NOT ASK HOW THEY’VE DIED! Keep the Ambassador happy until I can get there, convince him to stay! We might not have another chance like this, don’t annoy them, do not ignore them, and, just in general, don’t give the ambassador any reason to deliver anything negative to King Phantom and have him erase us all, got it?”

The Justice League exchanged several, stunned looks.

“Got it?”

Batman grunted.

“Good. And Bats.” Constantine added lowly. “If this fails, I am blaming you for the end of the world.”

Constantine ended the call and the phone beeped before drowning everyone in silence. The leaguers shared more looks.

“Now what?” Hal said.

#dpxdc fanfic #danny phantom #justice league #john constantine #Danny Fenton is trolling

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locusbewitched · 2 years

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date recorded for this log- 6/19/22

this aura log is a bit disturbing. i was on the phone with my lunch table friend for majority of the hours i spent sitting in the dark of my room, at my desk drawing. i didnt really notice how dark it was, as i had my phone light and had sat through the sunset and such. absorbed in conversation as i was sharing with her some of the facts i had gathered to advocate my knowledge in a few of the interests shed inquired about. when suddenly, the music i had had on stopped. just dead turned off. the app closed and i was confused tried to relaunch it, but stopped dead in my tracks, i got the sense i shouldnt, it wouldnt work. and i shouldnt address it. i looked around in the darkness but now everything was more intense and felt wrong in a way i cannot describe. i tried to play it off like nothing and continued talking to her on the phone when i felt the energy around me prickle. the hair on my head stood slightly like static, and i could hear an intensity in the atmosphere around me. like the whine of energy or electricity just barely registerable unless concentrated on, occupying some sort of presence i could feel somewhere in my room. i was too unnerved to turn around not out of fear but because i did not wish to address it, as giving these things attention gives them power. and whatever was there i felt above my head. i felt my hair stand and some of the strands move with the current of whatever above me was moving something like a hand or an arm, as the energy was now so prickily and so dark and wet, the aura immediately transfixed itself to that of wet baby carrots. the kind youd traditionally get in packs in school lunches. wet and crunchy and small and i knew immediately i was in an air of danger. i cant explain why. i spoke quickly to my friend on the phone, i repeated wet baby carrots over and over to her, told her to remember it and then turned quickly and sped to pull the cord of the lamp by my desk and illuminate the room. it helped some and i think after awhile whatever it was got bored. its no longer here.

#unknown presence aura #dont recommend this experience to anyone #this is not the first time something like this has happened so i am not really creeped out but its still strange #tiring night #aura of danger #static being #lunch table friend #mention #entity aura

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kettlefire · 1 year

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DP x DC Angst Prompt

Inspired by the song Preacher by Roe Kapara

"This is a distress signal from Amity Park Illinois." A scared teen girl was the face to meet the staticy camera. Red hair pulled up in a messy bun, tear stains clear on her face, eyes rimmed red.

All options were running out. They had two days, two days before the hunt began. Two days before they lose everything.

A distress signal, broadcasted on loop, over and over again to any frequency they can get their hands on with the limited equipment they had.

"This Friday, at 3:15am, my town is going to make an irreparable mistake."

A soft clang rang from somewhere of screen, but that didn't shift her attention.

"My town, my home, has fallen to the manipulation of a deranged woman."

A choked sound came from off screen, sounds uncomfortable close to a sob.

"Amity Park has always been disconnected from the rest of the world. A small town, in it's own small world. Things have been happening here for the past two years, and now..."

She paused, glancing off screen before wiping her face.

"Now we aren't enough to save it. We did took too long to notice the cancer that was spreading. The hysteria combined with fear of the unknown that drove out town to follow her.

My name is Jasimine Fenton, I'm here with my father Jack Fenton. My mother, Madeline Fenton, is the reason the world might be facing war."

The video footage grew worse, static starting to over take the image and the audio.

"Dad, we're losing it!"

"Sorry Jazzy-bear" The new voice clearly came from a man, even if he stayed clear of the camera view. A moment passed before it was fixed.

"We don't know how long we gave before they find us, but... My baby brother Danny Fenton is going to be brutally hunt down Friday morning.

There's no time to put all the information needed in this signal, but I'm begging anyone who sees this. Please send help.

Anyone who has spoken against the plan has been imprisoned, the only ones from the team that's fear is us."

Jazz let out a shaking breath, staring off screen for just a moment before coming back, fresh tears rimming her eyes.

"All Danny every wanted to do was protect his home, and all he got in return was pain and hatred. Please, you might not know us, but you need to know. Danny holds a high position with in the ghostly realm.

Whatever you want to call it, the ghost zone, the infinite realms, or purgatory. Doesn't matter, all you need to know of the living kill Danny, the ghosts will rage war."

A heavy thud filled the room, the camera seemed to shake at the sound. Fear filled Jazz's face.

"Dad, they-"

"It's okay Jazz, finish the recording, they can't get in yet."

Jazz nodded, moving toward the camera. She seemed to cup it in her hands and tried to speak over the loud thud that continued to penetrate the area.

"We're running out of time, I hope this reaches someone somewhere. More than anything, I hope this reaches the Justice League.

Reaches them before Friday. Before the world is in true danger. Danny is the only link to peace between worlds. Don't let a woman driven by hatred be the end."

This time instead of a thud, it sounded more like a crack. The camera shifted and a view of a large man built like a tank was caught. A strange gun in one hand, and what looked like a strange grenande in the other.

"Jazzy-Bear, there's an escape tunnel in the back. Go, I'll hold them off as long as I can."

"No! I'm not leaving you!"

"Jazz-"

"No. I don't care, I'm no use to anyone by myself. We need to stick together."

"Jasimine-"

"I'm setting the recording to loop."

"Honey-"

Loud crash broke through following another crack. Heavy footsteps followed. Voices screamed through the air.

Jazz's face filled the screen completely as gunfire could be heard.

"Please send anyone, I can't lose my baby brother too."

And just like that, the screen went black. Barely a couple seconds passed before the screen lit up again.

The video starting from the beginning. Hoping for anyone to view it.

A cry for help cycling through an endless loop until it found it's self broadcast for the League.

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xioterep-art · 3 months

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New POV! I got the idea all thanks to this playlist!

POV: you shock Scaramouche with your sudden dominance.. || 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

Bossy Scaramouche x obedient Subordinate Reader (what he thought)

Trigger warning: suggestive themes, violence, curses, slight nsfw (suggestive), bullying, dom reader.

Disclaimer: the art is not mine, it belongs to たなみ on pixiv!

You were the most obedient subordinate he could ever have, which was annoying him for some unknown reason. He finally got a brainless idiot human at his disposition, yet why was he so unsatisfied? Scaramouche couldn't understand the reason behind this. All he had to do was look at your dumb facial expression, and he would sigh deeply with his usual gloomy frown.

As usual, Scaramouche was sitting in his assigned office, working on some paperwork when you entered with some rapport in your hands, that dumb smile as always was on your face. Avoiding to look at your face, Scaramouche didn't want to get irritated more as he was already, all because of that arrogant bastard, Dottore.

"My lord, here's the rapport you asked for," you said quietly as you walked to his side. Humphing in response, he does not raise his head to look at you, and as his loyal subject, you understand very well what he wants. All he needed was to think, and you would already take action. From an outsider's perspective, it would look as if you two were communicating using telepathy.

Putting the rapport at his side, you stood silently next to him as you waited for an order, which was weird knowing that you were that talkative and annoying type of person who even in front of Lord Scaramouche would not shut up.

Scaramouche kept working without giving the order to leave. As he ignored your presence, you kept your mouth shut as you were strangely in a bad mood. Usually, when you are in his presence you seem to forget all your problems, yet, today, you feel annoyed, and it even surprised you.

Frowning slightly, you kept your posture straight, neither moving at all nor looking at what the sixth was doing. Just when you were minding your own business for the first time, you suddenly heard a sneer escaping his beautiful mouth that made you finally glance his way.

"This bastard! I am going to fucking kill him someday!" The Balladeer roared angrily. He is most likely talking about the second again, you assumed unfazed as you calmly stared at the scene of Scaramouche throwing things to the other side of the room.

You sigh softly with a smile that wasn't a smile, "quell down your anger, my lord..." You said as you walked up to the mess created by the almighty Balladeer and reached to clean it.

As you finished the cleaning, you stood up with the pile of papers in your hands when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your forehead and soon enough you felt the hot red liquid sliding down your cheek. You froze while looking straight into Scaramouche's eyes. The pain became slightly unbearable as you squinted your eyes when the sixth lord stood up and walked up to you angrily.

"Put that shit away and fucking scram, stupid monkey!" He said as he kicked your side, venting his anger on you.

Now, you must admit that this got on your damn nerves. To be his stepstone every time someone messes with him is fucking annoying. Usually, you would take on his wrath gladly, yet this time you didn't feel like it.

What about you? Can't you feel anger or vent it? You don't even know what was wrong with you.

Snapping back to reality, you saw his hand flying towards you. He was about to push you but you grabbed it firmly, unfazed when your eyes met his deadliest glare.

"Fucking let go, now!" He articulates slowly, clearly pissed off. "No," You simply answered, which left him stunned for a moment.

Feeling the air becoming static, you sneered as you pushed him violently onto the desk. A loud noise was heard when he came in contact with the hard material, earning him a loud groan.

This completely took him off guard. His obedient dog was biting back! He couldn't believe that. Gasping slightly, he felt pain in his right side as it dumped into the edge of his desk.

That sure was painful.

Wanting to face you again, he put a hand on the desk for support, and as he was about to turn towards you, he was again being pushed against the flat surface.

Not understanding what was happening to him, he suddenly had to face you as you were looking down at him, sending shivers down his spine.

The way you looked at him left him breathless. This mean version of you was new to him. he had never seen this side of you, nor did he even give it a chance in his imagination.

The sixth Harbinger's stunned expression soon turned into anger, "what the hell you are doing?" he yelled, trying to push you aside, and of course, you were not budging at all.

You were a strong and talented Dendro swordsman recruited by the Fatui a long time ago, and you were assigned to Scaramouche on the first day since then you have taken all his anger and snarky attitude. Sometimes, he would treat you even worse than shit if you commit the slightest mistake, while some other times, he would act as if you did not exist.

If it wasn't for the admiration you held for him, you would have long ago snapped. Just like now.

You were between his legs with him pinned by you on the desk, one of your hands next to his head with your eyes squinted and a frown on your face as you kept looking at him intensely, stealing away his words.

Feeling the energy shift in the air, Scaramouche gasped as he felt something rolling around his wrists. It was your Dendro ability. Trying to fight back, Scaramouche squirmed under you yet the roots violently pinned both his wrists above his head in response.

"You are annoying, my lord," You said softly as you kept looking at him, "let go of me! you fucking dog!" He snaps back.

You chuckle as that free hand of yours caresses his white soft-looking cheek, "My lord is the prettiest, " you compliment him, "what a shame that such a beauty has a sharp and nasty temper..." You ease up the frown on your face as you lean more toward him, a dangerous glint in your eyes.

"W- What is wrong with you? back off!" He yells again, squirming around, his face flustered while looking away.

"You could've used your Electro power to stop me, Lord," you chuckled sarcastically, your breath now mixed with his, "I had enough of this, you see..." You vented as you bit his lower lip.

The frozen Scaramouche widened his eyes. The Balladeer seemed to forget how powerful he was and only used his legs to kick you off of him, his face blushing wildly.

Not letting go of his lower lip, you grabbed one of his flying legs and secured it by putting it over your shoulder.

"I think that lord Scaramouche needs some punishment, right?" You whisper in his ear in a dangerous tone, not caring anymore about the consequences to come.

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metalhoops · 9 months

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O how he loves you, darling boy. Oh how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. - Richard Siken

“There’s something outside my window.”

Eddie stood in the doorway, shoulders slump and slack from lack of sleep. Steve knew this routine. They’d fallen into it unexpectedly. After Eddie got out of the hospital, he’d come to stay with Steve until they could clear his name.

They’d hunkered down in his childhood home, the wooden walls of which Steve knew inspired wild imaginings. The shadows cast from the trees on the pool mixed with the silver moonlight and danced like the hair of a dead girl on the surface of the water. They were Steve’s demons. Eddie had brought his own to the Harrington’s house of horrors.

Steve knew paranoia. They were old partners. Paranoia crept into your bed in the dead of night, apologised for waking you, and kept you guessing with its cold feet and fitful tossing.

“Let me take a look,” Steve uttered, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. They dangled inches from the floor but in the blackness, they might as well be hanging over the edge of a precipice.

He strode barefoot into the hallway, feeling the chill of death in the early April air. In the daylight, the hallway was metres. In the dead of night, it was miles. Eddie trailed after him, acting as a wave in the wake of a boat. In the night, anything could look like the black water of Lover’s Lake. Eddie’s breath on the nape of his neck was all Steve needed to remind himself he wasn’t drowning.

He surveyed Eddie’s room, switching on the lights, opening the windows, and pacing in strange circles as though mapping sigils in the floor. He checked the closet and behind the door, before he crawled under the bed and felt Eddie slide in beside him. The two were crushed together in the small space, staring at mattress slates.

There was an intimacy in the confined darkness and a strange, childlike comfort in hiding away from some unknown yet likely imaginary force. Steve felt the rise and fall of Eddie’s shoulders, signalling the slowing of his breath. There was nothing in the darkness, not yet, not anymore.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Eddie asked.

It wasn’t the first time he or Steve had posed the question but usually, there was more beating around the bush. They’d both grown tired of formalities. Steve had known the second Eddie showed up at his door that they’d end the night in the same bed. He liked it, more than he cared to admit, more than he should. Like many things in his life, Steve tried not to overthink it.

“Yeah, long as we’re sleeping on the bed, not under it.”

“I don’t know, man. You seen the view? That dust bunny? A must-see. That dead spider—.”

“The what?” Steve cursed, shifting closer to Eddie. He felt something crawl over his exposed ankles and kicked out against the blackness.

“Cool it, karate kid, that was a joke,” Eddie cackled as Steve continued to mutter profanities under his breath as he crawled from under the bed.

Eddie followed Steve’s awkward little army crawl, tugging at the boy’s ankle and dragging him backwards so he could take the lead.

“Breaker, breaker this is Eddie the Banished calling for Top Gun King, do you read me,” Eddie breathed into the palm of his hand. Reenacting some unseen scenario Steve couldn’t quite follow.

For a moment the boy wondered what his life would’ve been like, in another world where he and Eddie had grown up together, instead of himself and Tommy. He wondered if there would’ve been more years of strange yet striking whimsey, that Tommy and by default Steve, had grown out of at a startlingly young age.

Eddie feigned a strange and static crackle as he clambered into bed and crawled beneath the covers. Steve followed, sliding in beside Eddie. The boy nudged his side as though waiting for something.

“Rodger?” Steve attempted lamely.

He wished he knew how Eddie mustered up the sudden lightness. He wanted to be a part of the world the boy escaped to in the dead of night when all Steve was left with were monsters and memories.

“I’m sorry. I’m not good at this,” He apologised seeing Eddie’s wild eyes trained on him.

Whenever they were together, Steve couldn’t help but feel like Eddie was asking something of him without saying it. Steve wanted nothing more than to give it to him. If only he could work out what it was.

“It’s not hard once you’ve done it a few times. You’ve just gotta learn the magic of ‘yes, and.’ Let your hair down a little bit, boy wonder.”

“I hate to break it to you, but my hair is as down as it gets... Since, you know...” Steve gestured vaguely at himself.

Eddie’s eyes lingered on the hollow of his collarbones and the hint of chest hair, snaking like vines beneath his low-cut shirt. Steve noticed. He was good at noticing things. In the same way he knew Vicki liked women, he knew Eddie liked men. He was startlingly good at noticing that kind of thing.

“Don’t wear Farrah Fawcett hairspray to bed? Colour me surprised,” Eddie spoke reaching out as though to touch Steve’s hair, before letting his hand fall in the space between them, thinking better of it.

That was the thing between them. They could sleep together but they couldn’t touch each other in the way they wanted. That would be admitting to something Steve wasn’t ready to commit to. It was his own personal secret, not from Eddie but from himself. Eddie was just a bystander bearing witness to the civil war of Steve’s heart and his better judgment.

“Say your goodbyes to Henderson because next time I see him he’s dead,” Steve whispered.

Eddie shifted, settling down for sleep as they’d done other nights. They never talked for long. If they talked it would be an admission that the two of them sleeping together was as much for pleasure as it was for necessity. Steve lay beside Eddie feeling as though his body were a room he was outside of.

He tried to push the surge of emotions down, as he had all other nights. He felt as though he were holding his head underwater.

The past and the present tangled like fingers through unkempt hair. Unrelated guilts intertwined inextricably. Steve felt like he was drowning, laying beside the body of a boy he wanted to cling to like a life vest, while his eyes lay locked on the black shadow beyond the half-shut curtains. The swimming pool, where a girl had been dragged deep into the blackness. Steve was back at Lover’s Lake. He was in love and he was drowning.

“Steve, are you okay?” Eddie was on his side, looking at Steve’s profile.

His heart had circumnavigated his chest and worked its way up into his mouth, making it hard to breathe, hijacking his ears with the erratic beat.

He tried to use Eddie’s voice to centre himself, to detangle the threads of history from histrionics, so all that would remain was himself and a boy in a bed with hair like history repeating. Steve had hands that wanted to undo time.

He remembered years before when Nancy had been the one that’d made his heartbeat throb like an infected wound. He knew logically, the emotions were the same. He’d sunk into Nancy’s body as one wades into deep water. He wondered what it’d be like to do the same to Eddie. Moreover, what it’d be like to be the water. To be a geyser by the ocean both filling and full.

He couldn’t breathe.

“I think I’m dying,” Steve whispered, finding his voice fractured by the thrum of his heart. Eddie’s face shifted to a look of understanding.

Eddie’s hand was on his cheek, turning Steve to face him.

“Look at me. You’re not dying,’ Eddie’s voice was stern and self-assured.

Steve wanted to believe him. He couldn’t. Eddie’s fingers drew circles in his flesh.

“Can I show you something?” Eddie asked.

Steve’s throat was clogged shut, still holding his haemorrhaging heart. He nodded.

“You’ve got something behind your ear,” Eddie muttered, pulling his hand back from Steve’s face to reveal his guitar pick, held on a necklace string. A magic trick.

It shook something loose, deep inside him. He doubled over, buried his face in Eddie’s shoulder and laughed. He took gasping inhales of Eddie’s skin, breathing in cigarette ash and musky cologne.

“That was so lame,” Steve gasped when he found his voice.

“You loved it,” Eddie argued.

“I loved it and it was lame,” he confirmed shaking his head.

A hush fell over the boys. Not the quiet of sleep, but the stillness of contemplation.

“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Eddie spoke, leaving it for Steve to pick up or push away.

What was he supposed to say? ‘I want to kiss you and it scares me shitless.’

“I thought I saw something,” he replied lamely.

Eddie’s brows furrowed. They both knew nothing was out there but when you’d been through what they had, some days logic wasn’t enough. It was a lie almost big enough to cover the scope of the truth.

Eddie shifted, tucking his knee between Steve’s legs, pulling them together so the two were chest to chest, breath mingling.

“We’re fine,” Eddie said with conviction as though speaking the words could somehow make them true.

They were back to the same old routine.

The two boys lay crushed close together, leaving space in the sheets for all the things unspoken between them, all the vampiric night horrors that’d burn up come daylight.

What would remain of the feelings come morning, Steve didn’t know but with his eyelids heavy and Eddie’s hand feather-light on his hip he stopped struggling against the tide of weary want and worry. He closed his eyes, leaned into Eddie’s body and let the feelings crash over his head, a wilful sort of drowning.

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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Short DPXDC Prompts #519

Danny falls into another dimension. Strangely, he can understand everyone but they just can’t understand him. What is going on?! Hal is informed by his ring of an extremely powerful unknown entity. Upon meeting the unknown, the figure starts trying to communicate with him. The creatures language is the most intricate combination of static, trills, clicks, and growls that he’s ever heard. Ok not too odd. He’s heard many interesting alien languages and this was pretty par for the course. What he didn’t expect was his ring to translate back just ear piercing screeches and static. Looks like there’s going to be a bit of a language barrier. Support my Ko-Fi!

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompts #bones prompts #dc comics #danny phantom #writing prompts

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therandomartmaker · 9 months

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(In Case I Don’t See You) Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Goodnight.

DPxDC

After a reveal, things go strange for Danny. At first, he thinks it’s just the lingering effects of having his vigilante identity out in the open. Sam and Tucker tell him he’s being paranoid, and Jazz doesn’t talk much with him because she’d left for college. She only listens to his words and talks him through the feelings, a steady presence.

It’s then that he realises that his ghosts had been showing up… regularly. Not erratic and randomly, they were almost scheduled; he’d checked once, and they had always shown up when the time was even. He’d said this to Sam and Tucker, Tucker looked concerned but Sam brushed him off. “They’d have to coordinate for that, Danny,” she said, “Do you really think Skulker wouldn’t take every chance possible to fight you?”

His ghosts were getting more agitated. It wasn’t hard to defeat them, they were just. Angrier. They also went down easier, but got back up faster. They also were disjointed in their banter, and it got worse as time went by, fights quieter and more… emotion filled.

It’s only when Danny spots several white vans nearby his fights that he realised he’d forgotten about the GIW.

Danny rushed home, to the portal- he’s unlucky, or perhaps rather fortunate, that he stumbles upon the GIW in his home, talking to his parents. It’s an easy decision to turn invisible.

“Keeping Patient Zero in the Truman cage is working well, but it might be catching on. Unscheduled fights give us more subjects, so you’ll be lent Subject-E and Subject-SK in two days, in the private laboratory, as they are currently useless in field and hinder the process.”

Patient Zero? Subject-E and Subject-SK? Useless? What process?

Truman Cage? …Danny knew that movie. Watched it with Jazz a few years before, because Jazz had a project on it, wanted to do inquiry on unethical ‘imprisonment’ and isolation.

Static buzzed through the air, and Danny heard the GIW agent pick up an ecto-proof walkie talkie. “Report, Patient Zero has been missing for two minutes, unknown whereabouts, may be heading or already at FW Household.”

Danny swore mentally, flying away to the roof of the Nasty Burger, still invisible.

Shit. What were they doing- what kind of shit had they already done?

…What could Danny do to stop it?

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Batman stared at the report in his hands. Phase One of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s plan was going well, to capture and learn everything they can about ectoplasmic beings and a ‘villainous creature’ that has taken control of a small town in Illinois. Supposedly, the ‘creature’ was a volatile destructive being that repeatedly put the town through constant attacks.

Everything about it smelt fishy, and he’d found about the ‘GIW’ was flimsy, and a strangely large amount of money was being siphoned into it. The Fenton research being used was also something that shouldn’t’ve been published, biased and clearly contradictory in areas.

The information blockout was just asking for investigation.

sorry that this isn’t more for the story! I may write more for this, but idm this being used as a prompt post either! If you respond to this in a separate post, please tag me, i like to see what y’all make, don’t just link this post and run y’all. Also, i’m like 80% sure someone’s made this already or at least done something similar, so if someone could find and link that, that’d be awesome

On a side note; some notes for this specific thing, but freedom is encouraged and this is mainly for myself because ik i’ll forget about this.

The GIW learnt danny’s id before the reveal and figured out very quickly that they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him because he’s legally human and he hasn’t had biological testing to make sure he isn’t human. They got ghost confirmation via the fenton parents after the public reveal, but had already informed the fentons of the possibility of danny being a ghost and proposed the ‘Truman Plan’ to them.

The plan was to set up another ghost portal with coordinates set to the same area the fenton’s portal lets out and recapture whichever ghosts danny lets go there, and this works exponentially well. They gain a bunch of speech capable ghosts to experiment on, and decide quickly that they’d start ways to put them under control and make them stronger, in order to, eventually, capture danny.

Phase Two is weakening Danny and looking into his skillset and how to counteract it.

Phase Three is actually capturing Danny.

Danny figures out that the GIW has agents everywhere, bugs everywhere and nowhere is safe. The only people he is absolutely certain he can trust to not make the GIW aware he knows he’s entrapped is Jazz, Sam, And Tucker, but since the last tw oare in the bounds of the GIW, he can only talk to Jazz to plan (he flies up up up and calls because tucker had them up on a private network so the only risk was being overheard, really)

B only discovered the GIW while passing over recent government records, and sets up one of his disguises to visit the town, eventually.

He ‘just so happens’ to be bowled over by Danny Fenton one afternoon and sets up a white noise generator to tell the boy the JL was on his side. After all, something wasn’t right, here.

#randomartmaker writing #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #my writing

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stuckwthem · 6 months

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soother | eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie helps you calm down when you're starting to have a anxiety crises.

word count: 1.5k

i was a bit anxious so i just wrote a little blurb :)

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in between cleaning chores in your room, you find yourself curled up against the wall side of the bed, quiet and static. to be honest, you don't even remember how it started, the whole overthinking process that led you to a motionless state. the feeling of an unknown guilt, sadness and even a bit of anger consumes you out of the blue putting you through a loop of every silly mistake you could ever done. even though it's uninvited, it's a familiar feeling. anxiety — a useless, chaotic thing that has been haunting you the past few months, or years.

today is supposed to be different. eddie is set to arrive at your house in a few minutes, ready for a day filled with shared meals and quality time. it's his day off, and his desire to spend every minute with you extends beyond stolen kisses during his work breaks throughout the week. you don’t answer the door when he knocks, which he finds odd. eddie's curiosity lingers, you always welcome him with a delightful smile and open arms. so, he waits a few minutes until he’s using his spare key. you hear eddie entering down the hallway, and a thin line of relief makes the queasy feeling lessen.

he enters the room, all smiles and excited to spend the day with you when he sees how tiny and muffled you look on that bed. he’s worried, you don’t move or say anything, an unusual thing for when he’s entering your room, but you don't seem like sleeping when he hears the sniffling.

“baby?” eddie asks, approaching gingerly your body. he leaves his tiny package of goodies he brought you on your bedside table, and sits down on the bed, and now, closely, realizes you’re shivering a little. his calloused hand goes to your leg and then goes up until your arm, caressing it, but you don't turn around. instead, you try to stop crying, to not look weak or just a crybaby in front of your boyfriend. c’mon, you’re a grown up now! but it gets harder to suppress your tears when he’s there, and you're swept away by a wave of emotion that you can’t even comprehend.

he lies next to you, putting his head on between your shoulders and head, kissing your temple gently. eddie carefully takes his shoes off while getting comfortable around you, and you can just hear the stomping of his boots hitting the floor, and it's a strangely comforting sound, knowing he’s gonna stick around.

“wanna tell me what's wrong?” he whispers, not demanding, but there's a genuine preoccupation on his tone, a subtle acknowledgment of the recurring battles with anxiety that he's witnessed before.

“nothing” you whisper back, your voice raspy and tired. “just…i don’t know, it seems like there's too much in my head and…i can’t…” you struggle to cry and breathe and talk at the same time. eddie nods with his head towards you, with a knowing gaze, squeezing your arms so you know it's alright, you can take your time. but there's nothing to say, just a big knot on your throat and a heavy feeling on your chest.

"it's okay, it's okay," eddie assures you, and suddenly he's babying you, gently pulling your body into his chest, almost as if you were a fragile, precious thing. his fingers gently run through your hair, brushing a few strands away from your damp face, and then he embraces you with his other arm, intertwining your fingers as he reaches your cold hand. eddie takes both hands - his and yours - to your chest and takes a deep breath. "come on, breathe with me. will you, sweetheart?"

and you try to follow his request. your mind seems to become less clouded, gradually less noisy, and you stay that way for at least fifteen minutes, in complete silence, lying on his chest as he helps you to calm down. it's comfortable and familiar, something that makes you feel at home, as if you could break down all your barriers and never leave.

as eddie holds you close, the rise and fall of his chest becomes a calming rhythm, a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. his reassuring presence acts as a grounding force, bringing you back to this moment, to the present. the soft strokes of his fingers on your back provide a soothing cadence, creating a cocoon of comfort.

"it's all right," eddie murmurs softly, his breath a reassuring whisper against your ear. "you don't have to do this alone, sweetheart. i'm here for you, okay?"

his words echo through the quiet room, offering comfort and understanding. gradually the tension in your body begins to dissipate, replaced by a deep sense of security.

time seems to stand still as you lie there, wrapped in the warmth of eddie's embrace. the minutes stretch into an eternity, yet each passing moment brings a subtle ease to the turmoil within. it's as if eddie has created a haven where worries are momentarily set aside and you are enveloped in a sanctuary of shared breath and shared comfort.

"feeling a bit better?" eddie's voice is a soft murmur, breaking the silence without disturbing the stillness. you manage a nod, the weight on your chest lightening with each passing second.

eddie tilts his head and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“thank you, eds.” a breathy sound comes out your lips. you feel embarrassed, your whole face feels swollen now after crying and your head hurts bad now. you’re not ashamed because its eddie, no, he would never make you feel bad about showing your emotions, never. being vulnerable in front of him is easy, he’s your confident, after all. but the crippling anxiety makes you feel like a burden. “i’m sorry, i didn't want to ruin our day”

“hey, no no no, shh” eddie seems almost offended now, scowling at you.. he grabs your face, his two chocolate globes looking through yours, shaking his head. “our day just started, don’t say that. you didn’t ruin shit!”

“so-” you’re about to apologize when he stops you, giving your pout a kiss. a little laugh escapes when he catches you by surprise.

“no apologizing, you did nothing wrong.” eddie's voice is firm, dispelling any lingering doubts.

but he breaks his scowl into a big smile, showing his sweet dimples, and you can’t help it but reciprocate. its a weary and shaky smile, but he looks at you as if you just opened a window to a sunny day. encouraged by his genuine warmth, you let out a small chuckle, a release of tension that had been building within. his fingers, still gently intertwined with yours, offer a comforting squeeze.

"see, not ruined at all," eddie declares with a playful glint in his eyes, his tone lightening the mood. "now, how about we enjoy the rest of our day? what do you say, peach?"

it seems impossible, but eddie shows you colors brighter than they could be.he makes you feel loved, secure and like you can do no wrong. that makes you want to crawl towards him and simply fuse into one, cause no matter how close you were, never seemed enough. there's no gratitude in the world that could express the feeling, but you felt like god, the universe or whatever blessed force, made him just for you. healing every wound, taking any doubt.

you nod at him, a small positive sound coming from your lips, and he beams at you, loosening the embrace just a little to take the small bag you recognise from the bakery downtown, from the bedside table. from it he takes a glazed blueberry muffin, your favourite. as if he could predict you would need it.

“oh my god, i love you so much” you exclaim tenderly, sitting more comfortably to face the boy as he hands you the treat. you take it, feeling lighter and giggly again like a little kid.

you take a huge bite from it, closing your eyes as you did so, savoring the sweet and sour combination. you hum with pleasure, and hear a chuckle from eddie. between bites, you steal glances at the boy, who's watching you with an adoring gaze. you offer the muffin to him, but he refuses it, letting all the joy for you.

“here, there’s some…” he says, pointing to somewhere imaginary on your face, encouraging you to clean it. you follow his lead, attempting to clear away the nonexistent crumb, but you can’t seem to get it right, so he grabs your face again and with his thumb takes a trace of sugar, licks it off. you give him a weird grimace, a false expression of disgust, and with a mischievous grin, he mimics you. the room is now filled with laughter, a sweet melody that erases the lingering traces of anxiety. in this shared moment of lightness, you realize how eddie's presence transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary.

he can’t help himself when you look at him with those eyes, with such affection, passionate, staring at every little detail on his face, wondering how you could get so lucky, eddie has to break the little distance and meet your lips, tasting the sweetness of it, the memory of the glazed muffin awarding him with saccharin kisses.

you felt full. you and eddie in that room, or anywhere, really, you need nothing more.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb

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qqueenofhades · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling, Death of the Endless Additional Tags: It's An AU Or Is It, There's a Complicated Relationship To Canon, A Murder Mystery But Not Like You Think, Academic Drama, Art History, Historical Mystery, Angst and Romance, Professor Hob Gadling, Modern Era, Dreams and Nightmares, Past Character Death, Possibly Unreliable Narrator, They're Soulmates Your Honor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: It’s a full-page illumination, beautifully inked and bordered with gilt, sparkling as if the paint was mixed with gems – and apparently, completely misfiled. It’s not unthinkable; curators are human, mistakes are made, manuscripts get incorrectly categorized or put in the wrong box for years and then there’s some big drama when someone finally looks at it and realizes what it actually is. But this doesn’t look a thing like the rest of the Speculum, and Hob’s hands shake as he snatches it up. What the fuck?

He smooths it out on the desk and stares at it. It’s clear at a glance that this is a rare and probably priceless treasure, but he can’t place it as any standard-issue Bible scene. Indeed, the illustration features only one person: a strange, slender man, dark-haired and pale-faced and unearthly beautiful, with eyes that seem to stare directly out of the vellum and into Hob’s soul. He is dressed all in black, a huge ruby hangs around his neck, and a raven perches on his shoulder. The Latin inscription beneath, in an elegant late-Gothic hand, reads Regis Somnorum. In other words, King of Sleep, or perhaps also King of Dreams. What the fuck?!

#the sandman #the sandman ff #dreamling #dreamling ff #dreamhob #the unknown and static strange #OKAY LOOK #i thought about waiting to post this until i had more of it #or until i finished OMM #but unfortunately i am weak and crave the Validation #so here we are #have chapter 1 yall #i regret so many things

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merryrogue · 1 year

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The inking layer for my very, very cheap and cheating version of the illuminated page from “the unknown and static strange” by @qqueenofhades . I am just tracing a page from jastor by the Limbourgs brothers for the border. After a few hours of that, I can say with the confidence of an autistic that whichever of them did the borders was autistic /as balls/. All the “leaves” are looped patterns, my dude was (beautifully!) stimming on paper and getting paid for it. Link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/45673276/chapters/114935725

it is /amazing/. Go read if you like ““I’m going to write my fav doing my job” in the best way possible. Deeply academic ( and amnesiac?) Hob hunts down missing-and-presumed-dead Dream though magically appearing medieval artworks?! It’s so rich and vibrant, many, many heart emojis worthy.

Not super in love with using the whole Christian halo on an immortal Greek god/immortal/etc being. I’ll isolate that on its own layer. But how else do I get “glowing magic” across in a vaguely historic way? Please mention methods.

#the unknown and static strange #qqueenofhades #fic rec

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bellelvrs · 2 years

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ALL ALONE / GHOSTFACE

summary - a secret admirer calls you while you’re home alone. what could go wrong?

warnings - masturbation, fingering, groping, fear-play, stalking, dub-con, obsessive behavior, scarring, blood, cursing.

a/n - first one shot! extra info: afab!reader, 2k+ words.

Living in a small, sleepy town didn’t ensure that chaos wouldn’t break. You knew that. Your parents knew that. The Pruitts, who lived in a cozy home on Brooke St., didn’t know that. Not until their daughter Angie, an unsuspecting 16-year-old, was found mutilated in her bedroom, blanketed in gore.

So, it was no surprise that you immediately froze, darting eyes alternating between the bedroom door and window, as the phone on your nightstand began to ring.

There was the possibility that it was just another idiot meathead from school, maybe a bored friend, or merely a lonesome stranger. Nonetheless, it was late. You had already dozed a bit while ogling at magazines with clothes you could never afford on your babysitter salary. A phone call, even a short one, seemed tedious.

Although, with wakefulness came boredom. Boredom lead to curiosity. The endless ringing buzzed through your mind like a blaring siren. Stomach flat against the bed, you turned your head and stared at the restless phone. It was strange how you felt the dire urge to answer the phone. Almost as if there was an obligation. A dependence on it.

You scooted backwards, resting on your knees. It’s summer. Parents aren’t home. Just one call won’t hurt. You reached for the phone, lazily grasping it in your hand.

Unknown number.

Worry overwhelmed your thoughts as you accepted the call and slowly rose the phone up to your ear.

Curiosity never actually killed the cat…

‘Hello?’

The other end of the line sounded somewhat of static.

‘Hello.’

You rose your eyebrows, rather shocked by the unfamiliar voice. Gritty, low, rasped. Obviously matured. A little…sinister?

‘Erm…do-‘ Every word was considered, over-thought, in fear that over sharing even the smallest details with whoever this was, could be detrimental.

‘Do I know you?’

Rumors were whispered among town of a masked murderer by the name of Ghostface. Though the specifics of Angie’s death were obscured from the public, everyone, without question, assumed it was him. Cold killings only ever occurred in populous cities. A Halloween costume slaughtering a teenager felt like a cruel joke.

‘No. But I know you’

You quietly scoffed, sliding off your bed to impatiently pace around your room.

‘Is that so?’ Maybe the stranger was one of those weirdo punks that smoked at the local park. They always carried a standoffish, mysterious persona. Might as well play along.

‘It is.’ The stranger responded, without hesitation.

‘But only really by your pretty face,’

You rolled your eyes.

‘Which is why I want to get to know you.’

You considered hanging up, hovering your thumb over the “End” button.

‘Whatever.’ You mumbled under your breath, annoyed.

‘Wait! Wait! Wait!’ The stranger pleaded, almost barking into the phone.

You sighed, rubbing the palm of your hand against your forehead,

‘Okay…what do you want to know about me?’

‘Hmm.’ He hummed, ‘What’s your favorite scary movie?’

‘Agh. Halloween is my first pick, but Friday the 13th is a close second. I watch it every summer.’

‘Why those two?’

‘I don’t know. They’re cool. In a way, the final girls remind me of myself.’

‘Because they’re beautiful virgins?’ He teased. You could hear the smile growing on his face.

What kind of comment was that?

‘How do you know I’m a virgin?’ You snapped back playfully, even though you cautiously walked to your window and checked the outside.

The curtains, now slightly ajar, exposed the still summer night. Darkness began to creep into your dimly lit bedroom.

On the other hand, Ghostface could see just enough of you.

‘Just assuming.’ He knew. You hadn’t brought a boy home for all the 3 months he’d been watching you. Even then, he was still a bit clueless.

‘You’re wrong. It’s because they’re tough and smart and-‘ you trailed on, but he wasn’t listening.

Ghostface was crouched behind a thick shrub a few feet away from your window. Seeing the shadows dance on your bare, toned legs was enough to have him frantically unbuckling his belt. Lust had clouded his mind, a free hand massaging the stiff erection in his boxers as his grip on the phone slightly loosened.

While rattling on, you noticed the prolonged silence from the receiver. Listening closer, the man’s breathing seemed heavier.

‘Hey? Are you still there…?’ An uneasy feeling gathered within your stomach.

‘Yeah,’ caged in fabric, he withdrew his ached cock and pumped it steadily, ‘Tell me, y/n,’

He liked to see you stutter. Stiffen. Squirm. The moment your breath hitched, pre-cum dripped from his glans. A gloved hand gliding up and down his cock, slicked with arousal. However, he started to slow. Being too eager would ruin it all.

He hadn’t even gotten to the fun part.

‘How does it feel to be all alone?’

You stalled.

When someone is panicked or afraid, you expect them to run. Fight. Scream.

Do something.

Instead, feet firmly planted into the floor, you stood unshaken, emotionless, like a fresh corpse.

Some freaks enjoyed to frighten people for amusement. That’s just the case. No one was stalking you. You were safe.

Mom and Dad locked the front door behind them…

Your bedroom window was tightly closed…

The patio door is broken, jammed shut…

The kitchen window is a little bit ope-

‘What?’ There’s a hint of genuine confusion, but fear seems to paralyze your mouth from speaking any further.

‘Didn’t mommy and daddy leave you a couple hours ago?’

‘I-‘

‘I know they did.’ Ghostface interrupted, no longer hiding his labored breathing.

‘Because I’ve been watching you aaaaalllll night.’ A menacing, light chuckle followed.

Your brow, unintentionally, furrowed.

‘Every night, I’ve been watching you. Every. Single. Night.’

‘This isn’t fucking funny.’

The tremble of your voice allowed him to pump his cock faster. Each time gradually sloppier, as his thumb occasionally rubbed the tip. His eyes were locked on you. Only you. Not even the snap of a twig, or the rustle of a bush could distract him. He let out a faint moan every so often, just to see your face petrify.

‘You’re a disgusting creep. I’m hanging up!’

‘If you hang up I’ll rip your fucking guts out!’

Glassy tears blur your vision, sending rushes of anxiety throughout your entire body. The phone is practically glued to your ear, as putting it down would be a death sentence. You push the whimpers down your throat, swallowing every sob you can.

It becomes almost uncontrollable. His body is prickling with warmth. His hips give out a sudden jerk as his hand reaches the cockhead. He wants to hear your voice. How it whimpers and stammers when scared. If only you knew his name. To hear his name exhale from your delicate lips, delivered so soothingly. Even the frightened cracks in your voice were heavenly.

‘Come to the window.’

You turned to face the window, but didn’t bother to take another step.

‘Do it.’ He growled lowly, agitated.

Without question, you went to the window drew the curtains back.

The exposure was the worst part. It didn’t matter that you lived on the rural outskirts of town, you still felt as if you were putting on a show. No pants, no bra. Just a shirt and some casual underwear. Modeling for a psychopath.

Ghostface hummed as he felt himself getting closer.

‘Can you say Danny for me, baby?’ He asked, that mocking smirk reappearing behind the mask.

Your blood boiled.

‘Danny? W-why Danny? What kind of messed up shit are you dragging me into, huh? I swear to fucking god I’m going to ca-‘

His pace grew fast. He closed his eyes and let his body slouch. J-just keep talking, he chanted underneath his loud breath.

‘I’m giving your name to the cops, Danny!’

That was enough.

He couldn’t help the vulnerable moan that escaped him. Stumbling to his knees, he took in a few breaths, still looking at you. The phone left his hand with a toss. He had put himself back together, finally buckling his belt.

Your heart beat through your chest as soon as you noticed it.

He dropped the phone.

Like a glass cup on a hardwood floor. The sound of the phone hitting the grass, muffled and faint, rang through your ears.

You didn’t even feel the phone fall from your clutch.

Panic made you fast. Though earlier your body had gone numb, you managed to bolt to the kitchen.

Your life depended on it.

The kitchen window easily slammed shut, now you were focused on finding a weapon. Rummaging through cabinets and drawers, throwing silverware and plates across the room as if they were confetti. You found a drawer full of vicious knives, and chose the largest, sharpest one.

The silence became deafening.

In the reflection of your prized knife, a tall, dark figure with a ghostly face prowled a few feet behind you.

Before you could even turn to impale him, he pounced at you. Holding your struggling body against his, he dug his chin into your shoulder. The hunting knife he held pushed into the skin on your stomach.

You fought as hard as you could. Your elbows dug into his figure, legs flailed, kicking in all directions. Managing to push the both of you against the wall, he held you tighter, and let the knife slowly dig into your skin.

‘You gonna kill me?’ You said through gritted teeth.

He let out an amused chuckle, ‘I don’t want to hurt you baby,’

His voice was less deepened, with a clearer rasp. Still muffled.

‘I just didn’t want you to be all by yourself!’ A roaming hand grabbed your breast. The leather hand massaged your clothed chest teasingly. Moans bubbled from your lips.

‘Especially since a murderer has been running around town.’ Ghostface let his whispers fall close to you. His breath trailing your ear, to your jawbone.

You hated how you melted in his embrace.

‘Look at you, whoring yourself out so soon.’ The lunatic snickered at the blooming color on your cheeks.

He loved it.

There was a warm bulge grinding against your back. Two gloved fingers played with the hem of your panties.

‘You’ll be good for Ghostie, right?’

Something within you screamed. Cried for mercy. For dignity. It reverberated inside of your body. Calling your name, begging you to be conscious. Panic had washed away, but the fear still lingered. Depravity wanted him to defile you. Completely. For your own sick, selfish desires. Years of sexual frustration. A new adult who had barely been touched. It wasn’t right. But you would survive.

‘I will.’

That creeping hand of his ever so carefully slid into the your underwear, rough leather caressing sensitive skin.

His thumb now pressed circles onto your clit. The kitchen lights began to blur as your mind drowned in a steamy fog. His clutch did not weaken now that you didn’t resist. You were slightly lifted, head resting against a strap on his shoulder. Remorse contracted the muscles in your stomach as each pulse of pleasure jolted your body. Those same two fingers entered your throbbing cunt, the pressure on your clit strengthening. Whimpers freely spilled out from your mouth. Whether you were forced into obedience or pitifully insane no longer mattered.

You liked it.

The hunting knife still intimidated you. Hovering closely to your stomach, any mistake or mishap ending with a painful stab. He wouldn’t kill you. Not now. He seemed to revel in the heat of the moment. Though, speaking too soon would be a death wish.

His calm pace became aggressive, excited. It wouldn’t be long before you broke.

The stimulation wares on your body. You throw your head back, and rest your forehead against the side of his mask, his head slightly tilts.

He hums, pulling the arm holding your chest away. The active arm hooks you against his torso.

From your peripheral, he holds out a gray…rectangle?

‘Don’t be shy, baby.’

The single thrust of his fingers sends your entire body limp with a cry. Simultaneously, a bright flash causes you to wince. He lets you fall to the floor, much more invested in the picture he just took.

‘Aww, tsk, well isn’t that a great memory.’

You’re sweating, softly cowering as you think over everything at once. There’s nothing left within you to crawl away or scream. You might as well be dead.

There’s a sudden surge of pain bursting in your leg. A sharp edge cutting through the skin of your thigh. You don’t move in fear that the blade will drag farther, but you can’t help the agonized grunts and shakes. Cold gushes of blood trickle down your heated leg.

He carved the initials G.F. into the thick of your thigh.

Ghostface then crouches down in front of you, gently placing the blade of his knife under your chin to lift it. Your tired eyes meet with his soulless face.

‘Remember that I’m always here,’

‘So when I’m bored, and you’re alone, I might come visit you again.’

The toying tone of Ghostface’s voice shifted to a serious growl.

‘Without an invite.’

#ghostface #ghost face #ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x y/n #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you

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reikunrei · 3 months

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Who's Mummy, Anyway?

It's more Doctor Who inspiration time!! I wanted to explore another set of episodes, this time from season 1:

Episode 9: The Empty Child and Episode 10: The Doctor Dances

These episodes revolve around strange happenings during the London Blitz on January 20th, 1941. The Doctor and his companion, Rose, follow an object through spacetime, where it crashes on Earth. Meanwhile, a young boy is wandering looking for his mother, though he's been changed by this fallen object and its yet-unknown properties. And he's infecting others, making them "like him." Ultimately, the solution to their predicament revolves around figuring out the true identity of this boy's mother, finally bringing an end to his search.

Prior to watching these episodes again, all I remembered was that there was a hivemind-type element involved, among some other details. What I didn't remember, however, was the everything else surrounding this boy.

In the following scene, the Doctor is reacting to the phone ringing in the front panel of his Tardis (which takes the shape of a police call box). However, it's not a real phone, it's just part of the Tardis's disguise, and therefore shouldn't actually work. Just when he's about to answer it, a young woman shows up and tells him not to. However, he doesn't heed her warning and when she disappears, he answers it anyway.

They don't give it subtitles in the DW episode, but before the child actually starts speaking, there's a muffled, garbled sort of static-like breathing, very similar to Will on the phone with Joyce.

He follows this girl to a house, where she and a group of homeless kids she watches after are eating from a meal left on the table. At the present moment, there's an air raid occurring, and this girl takes advantage of that to feed the kids when the homeowners are stuck in their bomb shelters. And when the Doctor calls her out on it (though he admits he thinks it's brilliant) he says:

Which... just... well, I wasn't expecting a TFS reference like that. But anyway, jokes aside...

The Doctor asks these kids why they haven't been evacuated yet, as they should be in the countryside by now. However, several of them admit that they had been evacuated, but they came back for one reason or another. For at least two of them, it was because they had to deal with "a man" at whatever home they were evacuated to, and they decided that being out here, taken care of by this young woman, was a far better bargain.

This stuff never comes up again, but boy, a group of kids who have to deal with an unsavory man? Okay, throwaway-line Martin Brenner!

This is where the Doctor also learns that this girl's name is Nancy... word.

He asks her again how his phone could have been ringing, since she seemed to know why, but she won't reveal anymore information to him. Instead, he cracks a very Brenner-vibes joke when asking if any of them have seen Rose, who he got separated from at the start of the episode:

We all know that Brenner needed one specific blonde boy in order for his "research" to work...

Nancy's about to kick the Doctor out so the rest of them can finish their meal in peace when the boy searching for his mummy shows up outside the window. The boy is young - 5-6 years old - and wearing a gas mask. Nancy gets all the other kids to escape out the back of the house while the boy waits at the front door for "mummy" to let him inside. Nancy gives the Doctor a little more cryptic information and the phone in the foyer starts ringing, but when Nancy doesn't let the Doctor answer it, the boy's voice then comes through a nearby radio, and even through a motorized toy, which I think speaks for itself in terms of similarities to voices coming through radios/speakers and them otherwise acting on the fritz in ST...

"It's not exactly a child" had my ears perking up too irt @aemiron-main's posts about doppelgangers.

Nancy flees out the back, leaving only the Doctor with this boy on the other side of the bolted front door. The boy reaches through the mail slot, where we then see he has a scar on the back of his right hand.

Photos taken from this post by @henrysglock.

Now obviously the scars don't look the same. The one on this boy is just superficial (unlike Henry's, which seems to hold some form of importance we have yet to fully uncover), and they're not even on the same hand. However, it's still an important detail that's imperative to the Doctor's understanding of what's going on here, and comes up again later.

The Doctor tries speaking to the boy, but he simply continues asking for his mummy and begging to be let in because the bombs are scaring him. However, when the Doctor opens the front door, the boy vanishes.

With the "threat" gone, the Doctor chases after Nancy, finding her in an old railroad yard. She's still his best bet for finding out what's going on, so he asks her again about the boy. He's deduced that this boy has something to do with the object he and Rose had been chasing.

I didn't mention it earlier, but when they're chasing this object through spacetime, they struggle to keep up with it because it's "jumping time-tracks," so when they land on Earth, it's only a general estimate, both in location and time. They're roughly a month out from when it landed, and thus have to ask around to figure out where it is... we only had a month of peace in that house... anyway...

Also... a bomb that wasn't a bomb vs the huge amounts of energy needed to open a gate to the UD, El being called a "fancy bomb"...

Nancy takes him to where the object crashed and instructs him to go to the nearby hospital to talk to "the Doctor" there. Before he leaves, however, he asks her who she "lost."

We all know what the "lost" reminded me of... even the "he's empty" from earlier as compared to Max's mind being empty/just being the void or the "darkness," if we want to speculate on what that means.

So, we learn that the boy who's been following Nancy around is her little brother, Jamie, who was killed during an air raid around the time that this object crashed to Earth.

The Doctor goes to the hospital to see... the Doctor... who we learn is actually named Dr. Constantine (though I do have to really point at the weird emphasis they had on her simply calling him "the Doctor," which even confuses the actual Doctor, because Dr. Constantine is just a human, not a Time Lord, so what gives with the weird false curveball? Anyway, just something that really stuck out to me, especially irt all the weird name and identity stuff in ST). There, the Doctor sees that every bed is filled with patients who are all wearing gas masks, just like Jamie. The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to gather readings on all of the patients while Dr. Constantine warns him, "don't touch the flesh." (Which, this feels a little reachy, but it reminded me of an early interview for TFS where Bob's actor uses the phrase "in the flesh," which James talked about in this post). The Doctor learns that every patient has the exact same injuries:

Massive head trauma, mostly to the left side (okay Vecna), partial collapse of the chest cavity, mostly to the right, scarring on the back of the hand, and the gas masks are fused to the flesh despite a lack of burns.

We also see here that Dr. Constantine, who appears weak and is experiencing fits of coughing, is developing that same scar on the back of his own hand. Dr. Constantine explains how the first victim, Jamie, was brought in with "truly dreadful" injuries. By the following morning, all doctors and nurses who had treated him had the same injuries, and within the week, it had overrun the entire hospital.

When the Doctor asks what the cause of death was, Dr. Constantine says, "There wasn't one. They're not dead."

There is absolutely no sign of life in any of the victims, and yet they're "alive." They don't get out of their beds, they only respond to sudden noises that startle them (notably, they all respond in a group, like a hivemind. If one reacts to something, they all do), and Dr. Constantine even calls them "harmless."

The fact that they're dead-but-not-really obviously feels akin to the whole "Henry's dead but not really" deal going on in Stranger Things, both in the sense that his death in the outside world was faked so he could go to the lab unnoticed, but also reminded me of TFS and his ability to fend off the Shadow when Will had nearly fully succumbed to it in less than a week. Dr. Constantine even says that "[the patients] just don't die," which is very much like Vecna and his regenerative abilities/getting up and walking away after being flambée'd, as well as Brenner's seeming inability to stay dead.

While the Doctor continues talking to Dr. Constantine, Dr. Constantine proceeds to have a choking fit and his face morphs into a gas mask, his "infection" fully taking over.

At this point, Rose shows up at the hospital, having finally caught up to the Doctor with a new friend in tow: Jack Harkness.

I need to get into Jack Harkness in another post sometime once I do some more reading up on him again because he has a lot of interesting stuff that ties in with the Creels/I wouldn't be surprised if, in some way, shape, or form, he was some influence for Henward, but for now, we'll just stick to what's presented in these episodes.

When Rose initially got separated from the Doctor, it was because she saw Jamie on a rooftop and, concerned for this little boy out alone in wartime London, she went to meet him. However, she accidentally got swept off by a barrage balloon, having undone the rope tethering it in place as a way to climb the side of a building to reach Jamie. Jack spots her, and though he's presenting himself as a volunteer for the British army, he's actually from the 51st century. Using his spaceship, he rescues Rose when she nearly falls from her barrage balloon, catching her in a tractor beam and bringing her aboard.

We have a fun Victor Creel and Henry moment all wrapped up into one when Rose, a bit smitten by Jack, says hello twice.

Screenshot from this post made by Em regarding the weirdness about Victor and the Creel murders aftermath. Also thank you to Em for the screencaps of TFS!

As Rose and Jack flirt talk, he reveals that he believes Rose to be a Time Agent, since she's carrying a cell phone, has on a liquid crystal watch, and is wearing fabrics that won't be around for 20 years.

Even the stop acting now... a silly terrible play... anyway... Rose even keeps up the act of being a "Time Agent" and neither she nor the Doctor ever tell him they're not, he just figures it out.

When we meet Jack, we're also introduced to the concept of Nanogenes. Jack uses them to heal the rope burns on Rose's hand from when she fell off her barrage balloon. And I don't think I have to explain too much what this reminds me of, at least visually...

Another fun little detail I'll just shove in here is that Jack has parked his spaceship right beside Big Ben, that way it's easy to remember where he parked. The time on the clock reads 9:30 ("lessons start promptly at 10:00!") and Jack says they have just about 2 hours to close their deal before all bets are off (read: the bomb destroys it), which would be at almost midnight... and we sure love our midnight in ST, don't we? Not to mention that Jack is a captain... anyway...

We also learn that Jack was the reason this strange object crashed on Earth. He explains to them that he was trying to con them, deliberately sending a piece of space junk (it's an ambulance, of sorts, which Jack made sure was empty) through spacetime and would present it to them as something extremely valuable, but by the time the money would be exchanged, a German bomb was due to land exactly where the object had landed, thus destroying it before the Time Agents would be able to see what they paid for.

With that truth sorted out, the Doctor focuses back on the patients in the hospital, noting that it appears that their DNA is being rewritten.

I promise those Billy screenshots are gonna pay off later too...

It also made me think about the way Henry's blood changed after he was infected with the Shadow and the blood transfusions that happen in TFS, giving Henry's blood to the other lab kids to... do whatever it is that they haven't confirmed just quite yet, but likely has something to do with making them resilient to the Shadow or to Dimension X. James has spoken about that more in depth here, which I think is an interesting read.

Meanwhile, Nancy is back at the house they'd been eating at prior, packing up the rest of the food that was left. While there, Jamie speaks to her over the radio and then comes into the house. When she tries to flee out the door, he points at it and it slams shut in front of her and locks her inside with him.

At this same moment, all of the patients in the hospital get up out of their beds and begin asking for "mummy" while stalking toward the Doctor, Rose, and Jack, cornering them. Again, we're seeing this "hivemind" in action, the rest of them following what Jamie, the first victim, is doing.

Yes, the Doctor stops them by telling them to go to their room, which Jamie reacts to as well, thus saving Nancy. Yes, he's pleasantly surprised that it worked, too.

Also, just a fun little moment that I want to touch on that occurs here, when Nancy goes to leave the house, she runs into a little boy wearing a gas mask. She startles, thinking that it's Jamie again, but the boy removes his mask and it turns out to be the son of the family who lives in the house she was stealing from. Gotta love more fun times with lots of blonde-haired blue-eyed children getting mistaken for each other! We love confusing identities in this house!

Meanwhile, the Doctor, Rose, and Jack are going to the top floor of the hospital, which Dr. Constantine told the Doctor he should go to find more information before he succumbed to his "infection." There, they find a room with a busted out glass window and a tape recording setup.

*extremely loud cartoon blinking noises* are we seeing this shit??

I was especially raising my eyebrows about the "angry" bit, what with Brenner's whole deal in TFS getting Henry to become angry in order to trip him into using his powers. Not to mention the countless drawings, which are giving ST2 Will with his drawings of the tunnels, but then the absurd strength this child seemingly presented despite being, well, a child, vs Jim's jab at Henry in TFS about not having the "upper body strength" to cause the harm toward the local pets. They might not normally be physically capable, but they were infected with something that made them strong enough.

The Doctor starts playing the tapes in the room, and they hear recordings of Dr. Constantine talking to Jamie, trying to ask him questions, trying to discern if he's "present" or not, and only getting back, "Are you my mummy?" and "I want my mummy!" and other such iterations. Jamie at that point had been totally lost to whatever had infected him.

The Doctor starts thinking, saying that he can "feel/sense it" coming out of the walls of the room. He doesn't elaborate on what, it's just a feeling he picks up that neither Jack or Rose can sense (he blames this on them being inferior as humans lol).

Okay, so, fucking... again, raising my eyebrows about it being afraid, much like how the Shadow on TFS feeds off of fear and that's what makes it stronger. Not to mention the "power of a god" vs all of Vecna's God coding. Very happy these episodes gave me a reason to look again at one of my favorite James posts ever about this very topic. Which, like, sure, the Shadow/Mind Flayer and Vecna aren't one and the same, but, y'know, I'm connecting dots and having fun leave me alone.

Anyway, since the Doctor sent it to its room... and this is its room... well, yeah, Jamie shows up, and so using a fancy blaster that Jack has, they bust a hole in the wall to get out and then patch it back up, trapping Jamie in the room. However, he starts busting down the wall, ST1 Demogorgon-style, in order to get to them. The other patients begin coming for them as well, since Jamie's after them.

Meanwhile, Nancy is talking to some of the homeless kids, telling them that Jamie doesn't come after all of them, he only comes after her, so if they want to be safe, they can't be around her.

In that same scene, one of the kids is writing on a typewriter, which continues typing even after he gets off of it. When this is pointed out, and when they read what was written, it's just "Are you my mummy?" over and over again. Nancy tells them again that as long as they stay with her, Jamie will always be coming for them, and she leaves, intent on breaking into the crash site on her own to figure out what happened to Jamie.

Now, the Doctor, Rose, and Jack are stuck inside the hospital, trapped in a room with only one exit with dozens of infected patients on the other side intent on getting to them. Jack is able to teleport out to his ship and finds a way to speak to the Doctor and Rose via an "Om-Com," which means he can call anything with a speaker grill, which the Doctor realizes is what Jamie is doing as well. And, speak of the devil, Jamie pops up talking through the same radio that Jack is.

Jack manages to block out Jamie by playing "Moonlight Serenade" through the radio instead. Using music to protect them from the weird omnipresent dead-not-dead child? Okay! I guess! I'm going crazy.

Jack manages to then teleport Rose and the Doctor onto his ship after doing some meddling with his hardware, and now back together again, they ask him more about his conman status.

What if I just started eating glass and barbed wire for fun, huh? It really had to be two years, didn't it? Just like the discrepancies between Henry and Edward? Okay, yeah, sure, whatever, I guess !! For more information about that, check out this post by Em, there's a whole section detailing the year discrepancies shown to us in the ST newspapers that present this 2 year time difference (and take a gander at everything else he has there, it's well worth the read).

Meanwhile, Nancy has attempted to break into the crash site, but was detained by the guards who are protecting it. She gets handcuffed to a table beside a soldier who's clearly been infected, but nobody listens when she pleads to be kept away from him. She begins talking to him, saying she understands what's happening to him.

The Doctor, Rose, and Jack arrive at the crash site, where they learn that now the contaminant is airborne, and soon absolutely no one will be safe and the whole world will become infected, wiping out the human race. As the Doctor is explaining this, he interrupts himself by asking if anyone else can hear singing, and we then hear Nancy singing "Rock-a-bye Baby," which has put the infected soldier to sleep beside her. Love some more "music saves" (though this is merely because the lullaby put "Jamie" to sleep). The Doctor rescues her, and they all flee outside to examine the crashed object.

Here, the Doctor explains that this object actually wasn't empty like Jack said it was. Instead, it was filled with the same Nanogenes that were in Jack's spaceship that healed Rose, only because this is an ambulance, there were far more than they could imagine - specifically, enough to "rebuild a species." When the ship crashed, they all escaped. The first "living" thing they came across was a dead child - Jamie. Having never seen a human being before, these Nanogenes took Jamie as the blueprint for humankind. With him as the blueprint, every other human seems "wrong" to the Nanogenes.

While they're trying to sort out their next moves, the infected begin approaching the crash site due to an alarm on the ambulance being activated when they tried to open it. The Doctor explains that, because this is a battlefield ambulance, not only are the Nanogenes programmed to help heal wounds, but they're designed to make every living thing into a perfect soldier.

Also realizing I haven't mentioned this yet, but Chula is just an alien race or something. This ambulance is a Chula ship, as is the spaceship that Jack has in the episode.

Anyway, I told you that ST3 Billy screenshot would pay off. Now, they're sort of trapped here. They don't really know what to do, because this little boy is going to tear the world apart in order to find his mummy. Nancy pipes up then, saying that it's her fault this is happening.

Holy Mothergate. Do you ever just scream and cry and throw up? This was one of the other details I remembered about the episode, and it automatically had me thinking of the Alice/Virginia sister/mother swap that Em has talked about in posts like this one.

Nancy approaches Jamie, telling him that yes, she is his mummy, but he doesn't understand because "there's not enough of him left." However, Nancy apologizes to Jamie, saying she is and always will be his mummy, and hugs him. This causes the Nanogenes around them to activate, and while Rose thinks they're going to "change" Nancy, the Doctor stops her from interfering and instead begs the Nanogenes to figure it out. They should be able to read that Nancy and Jamie are related, and that her as the mother should be more than enough for them to get it right.

There is just so much happening here. Henry being the "parent" to the other lab kids, whether by actual blood relation or simply because his blood was used in transfusions to give the kids his same mutated blood, and that being a "superior" DNA type, which is also a word One uses during his monologue toward El.

And the constant use of the word "change" throughout the episode (this isn't the only instance it's used) as compared to Brenner Sr. and Henry said to have "changed" after their run-ins with Dimension X in TFS.

"Mother knows best" isn't something that comes up verbatim in TFS, but the actress who plays Virginia made a post on instagram with "a mother always knows" in the caption. Plus, matched with Virginia's whole thing about seemingly "knowing" what was going on with Henward, as per One's monologue in ST4, and being in cahoots with Brenner about getting him back into the lab in TFS... well, at least in these Doctor Who episodes, it's "mother knows best," but for good.

Anyway, the second episode wraps up with the Doctor sending out the Nanogenes to "fix" all of the people they infected the first time, thus bringing all of these "dead" people back to life. Again, they take the form of these light particles much like the light particles in the UD, which we still don't know the origins or purpose of, other than a means of communication across universes/timelines! Shrimpy!

One thing I really noticed, which is something that also came up in the last DW/ST comparison post I made, is this emphasis on identity. I just find it super interesting that in these episodes, which have lots of other parallels (especially stuff regarding the Shadow/MF), there's this emphasis on knowing who someone really is. In ST, this is something that's becoming more and more important, all the way from ST1 with stuff such as Will's body being a fake, up until ST4 with the uncertainty in the true identity of Vecna and One, and even Brenner.

Basically, I just think that all of these other parallels to the Shadow and the language used around it lend credence to the idea that this idea of mistaken identity and not knowing the full truth until the very end is something that is obviously going to come into play in a very overt way in ST5. Also time travel and alternate universes definitely exist in ST simply because of these connections to DW, and this isn't even getting into any DW episodes that are about alternate universes and changing timelines! Which I will hopefully be discussing sooner than later :]

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