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corruptedcaps · 9 months

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Possessive

Oh, quiet your whining. I'll give this body back to your girlfriend when I've completed my unfinished business or whatever. You think I want to possess your Rebecca’s body? It's so dorky and unathletic. Don't forget that I used to be head cheerleader before I died, so this is a huge step down in my eyes. It's not my fault her body is the only one I could possess.

But let me tell you something, I won't waste this opportunity. Being stuck as a ghost as so dull, and now I get to experience the living again. Sure, her body might not be perfect, but I'll make it work. And hey, I'll even bring some of that cheerleading spirit into her life. She'll thank me later when she's the most popular girl in school. So, quit complaining and let me do my thing. I promise you, I'll give her body back in top-notch condition. Besides, it's not like you have any other options. You want me gone? Help me finish my business, and then I'll leave you all alone. Deal?

How am I supposed to find out my unfinished business if I have to be stuck in your girlfriend’s clothes? That's why I went shopping for clothes more my style. It's not like I can roam around in those frumpy outfits of hers. I need something more alluring and fabulous. More my liking. Her body actually isn’t as bad as I thought. Especially after I hit the gym with it. Only a week in and it’s already more flexible.

So, I hit the stores and picked out some seriously sexy clothes that will make her old wardrobe look like a joke. Picture this: a sleek, black leather mini-skirt that shows off her now toned legs. I paired it with a low-cut, crimson crop top that accentuates her nearly perfect curves. Oh, and let's not forget the stilettos that add a touch of sophistication and make me feel powerful.

But the real showstopper is the crimson lace lingerie set I bought. What a peek? Of course you do. It's daring, it's fierce, and it's exactly what I need to remind myself that I'm still desirable in this world. It may be Rebecca's body, but I'm the one wearing it, and I'm determined to make the most of it.

So, here I am, looking fabulous, ready to take on the world. This unfinished business won't know what hit it once I get started. Oh, and don't worry, I'll return all of Rebecca's clothes to their boring place in the closet when I'm done. But until then, this body is all mine, and I'm going to make the most of it.

I was finding it hard and frankly boring trying to figure out what unfinished business I had so I recruited my old friends to help. I must say, it's been quite entertaining to see how easily I've manipulated them into following me, all without them knowing it's me inside Rebecca's body. It turns out that all she ever needed was a strong personality at the wheel.

My old clique fell right into line, just like the good old days. They can't resist being around the "it" girl that I’ve made Rebecca into. It's amusing to watch them compete for my attention, trying to be the one closest to the new popular girl. It’s kind of hawt making them bend to my will as Rebecca, when only a few weeks ago they were her bullies.

They listen to my every word, take my suggestions as law, and treat me like a queen bee as they should. I've perfected the art of a withering stare and a cutting remark that leaves them quivering in their boots. They want to be me, to be close to me, and they're falling over themselves to earn my approval.

I know you're mad that I've been taking so long, but you can't deny the improvements I've made to Rebecca's life, her body, her social status. Look at how she's thriving now, thanks to me! Besides, it's not every day your girlfriend becomes the center of attention and the most sought-after girl in town, you should be happy.

I get it, you miss the girl you knew, but let's be real, she was never this captivating. With me in control, she's more confident, more assertive, and more irresistible. I may be in her body, but I've taken it to heights she never dreamed of reaching. Never in a million years would she had tried out for the cheerleading team let alone run it like I do now.

Plus you can’t say you’re not happy with how hot I’ve made her. Weeks in the gym has given her an even better body than I had before. Her naturally slender frame was crying out to be whipped into shape. Plus look at the added effect it’s had on these tits, aren’t they glorious?

Tell you what, why don’t you touch them? Hell, give them a good squeeze. Oh fuuuuck yessss just like that. Bet Rebecca didn’t let you do this. You’re getting horny for bitchy little Rebecca aren’t you? Go on big boy, show me how much you love what I’ve done to her by taking out your dick and stroking it for me. Oh my, that’s certainly bigger than I expected from you. Yes stroke it for me baby, stroke it for baddie Becky. Oh you like that don’t you? Becky is a much better name don’t you think. Cum for me baby, cum for Becky.

You can’t be mad at me for making you cum every day this week, I’m just doing what comes natural to me, which is being a hawt piece of ass. Plus I’m not forcing you to do anything. I know you’ve been looking up ways to exercise me from Rebecca’s body to try and soothe your guilty conscience but I’m sorry to tell you babe, I’m never leaving. It’s my body now.

I’ve realized my unfinished business is to live a long and full life as Becky, the ultimate bitch. Come closer, darling. Look into my eyes and see the fire that burns within me. I’m more alive now then she ever was and even more than I had ever been in my own body. Being Becky has been the best thing to ever happen to me and soon it will be for you too.

You see, while you were busy searching for ways to banish me, I was doing my own research. Those books you've been reading, the ones on magic and exorcism, well, they caught my interest too. And I've delved into the dark arts, learning things that would make your skin crawl.

I now possess power beyond your wildest imagination, and I must say, it's quite liberating. I've discovered spells that can bend the very fabric of reality, including one that allows me to remove someone's morals. It's a fascinating little trick, and I believe you'll find it quite enlightening.

Like right now I’m sure you’re feeling all urges to purge me from this gorgeous body I’ve perfected just evaporate from your mind. In fact you feel a deep devotion to me, Becky, your gorgeous girlfriend. As much as I love that dick of yours i need a man to match it but don’t worry, I’ve got that all worked out. I’m a matter of moments you’ll be my handsome, strong and arrogant boyfriend who loves to bully as much as I do. You’ll have no memory of Rebecca or the loser that she was. All that you’ll remember is Becky.

Oh, darling, you know how much it excites me to see you bullying others. It's hard to keep my hands off you when you're radiating that aura of arrogance and charm. Who would have thought that beneath that sexy exterior, there was a deliciously dark and handsome bully? The way you sneer at those lesser souls, mock them, and make them tremble in fear—it's a work of art. Ugh I can’t stand it anymore, let’s get back to your car and fuck, it’s so hawt to hear you yell out Becky!

#f2f #bitchification #evil bitch #female possession #corrupted pov

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audreyscribes · 3 months

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

💀 HADES: God of the Dead and Riches 💎

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

You’re not claimed in a way like the others. Instead you come across a pale faced boy with black hair, dark bags under his eyes, and a leather jacket. The ensemble he wore screamed something to you and he introduced himself to you as Nico, child of Hades. And you’re one of his half-siblings.

Whether you’re like him, a child of Hades displaced out of time before the Oath was made after WW2, or a child born after the oath was rescinded, Nico has been finding any Hades’ demigods he could find. If you didn’t know better, you would think it was his life mission.

When you arrive at Camp, whether Camp Half Blood or Camp Jupiter, people already know who your godly parent or blood is when Nico is with you, but the claim over your head is just icing on the cake. It is the sign of the cusp of fall and winter together, the silence that presides over it.

People give you a wide berth of respect, awe and fear. Not surprising given how powerful Hades is.

Regardless, Nico sticks by your side and helps guide you. He teaches you how to handle the dead and the more peskier ghosts, but ultimately, he doesn’t let you feel alone. You tell your story to him and he tells his.

You’re also introduced to Hazel who seems the complete opposite of Nico but you realise that while children of Hades both stick together but are very independent. Solitary but not isolated.

While it may be bothersome and sometimes unsettling seeing ghosts and spirits, there are perks; you can reanimate and see dead and loved animals. You always tell the doggos they are good boys. That or the hellhounds.

“Hello Darkness, my old friend”- ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Gafunkel.

Regardless if you’re Greek or Roman, when people diss and don’t believe that the planetary Pluto is not a planet, you will get bad and they will know to never diss Pluto.

Dried flowers, fungi, antiques, faded memories, abandoned buildings. Once filled with life and encompassed with what could be death. Many do not appreciate them but they open themselves to you, and you and your siblings remember them. You carry old, past clothes on your backs, you gently touch the dried petals of flowers with their faint smell still cling to you. You see the hands that touched the antiques, touches of human life. You see the abandoned buildings and know that they were built and housed life in them with their shelter.

While you may be part of Death’s domain, you greatly cherish life; the people in your life and that help shape you. When you love someone, you love them to a beyond that transcends death.

You know about shadow traveling as Nico helped you go through it. At the minimum, you can fold yourself into the shadows and be unseen like Hades, but at the most, you can travel to any place where shadows preside over. You find its easier to travel to places wherever Hades’ domain presides over; you can travel more easily to places of death (i.e. cemetery, battlezones, altars) and riches (i.e. mines, the world trade centre, places of great bounty, banks). A rare power of a child of Hades may call things forth from the shadows, whether its things you place into the shadows or using the shadows to your will. You can grab an objects’ shadow to your advantage or use your hands to create shadow shapes to ‘life’. It is rumoured that once, a child of Hades that possessed that skill was able to freeze a person with their shadow pinned by them, and was able to kill them by simply cutting off a person’s shadow.

Like Hades, you may seem aloof and stern in matters, but on the other hand, this can be seen as fair and honourable.

When the children of Hades gather in one place, you all give off an Addams' family vibe. The aesthetics, the attitude toward things. Hades is Gomez and Persephone is Morticia, you can guess where it goes from there.

You looked at Nico, who introduced himself as your half-brother. You tried to find the similarities you two shared and while it isn’t entirely physical, there is an air around him that draws you in. A solace if you will. It’s been more than 70 years since your original time and now here you are, in the 21st century. You thought you had died and now you were here, breathing. You could feel the anticipation turning into dread when you would eventually realize the math of your birth era and now.

It was a stark change from your time, yet in some sort of attempt to grasp your sanity, you started to find similarities, things that seemed to be the same from your time and this time. It calmed you down but also at the same time, you were a bit overwhelmed where your half brother had taken you.

McDonalds, he said. You looked at the meal he had bought and inspected it. It was different yet strangely good? The soda-pop however, was entirely bizarre but still delicious (sickeningly sweet you thought).

You both ate your meal as Nico gave you a rundown of the situation. The existential weight of being children of Hades and Pluto was, especially after the creation of the Big Three Oath after the world war, and how it was absolved not too long ago in this time by a son of Poseidon. Then came the eventual appearances of deceased children of Hades and Pluto, which you found out were either killed in the wars, or were deliberately hunted down by Zeus and Poseidon; much like Nico and his sister Bianca.

Nico tried to give you a rundown of what times are like now and their delicate situation, but even then, Nico wasn’t too knowledgeable given everything.

Silence fell between the two of you, as you tried to process literally everything. You tried to speak but the knot in your stomach and the weight in your throat was getting heavier. It was becoming awkward and you looked at Nico, realising he too was out of his depth. You found some amusement that he really must be your brother if the two of you were both socially inept.

You saw Nico open the two red box with the golden arches, before he took out the two toys. You looked at them, wondering really how the meals costed. Toys weren’t very cheap back in the day, and while you had a feeling manufacturing must’ve improved, to have a toy come with a meal must be costly…but you were sure of how much Nico paid as you watched him to get a handle on today’s currency.

“So uh….which of the kids meals toys do you want?” he stammered.

You stared at him with wider eyes as you saw him slowly shift in his seat in awkwardness. Everything came to a head as the hilarity of the situation dawned upon you. You started laughing as Nico looked at you like you had grown a second head.

“I’ll take this one” you chuckled, taking the toy before wiping away the tears, “Thank you Nico.”

“I mean…I eat here pretty frequently-”

“I mean finding us” you said, as Nico blinked at you owlishly. You placed a hand on top of his in a reassuring gesture. “You went through a lot and you’re just as young as us, yet here you are, finding the rest of us who may be wandering limbo and offering us toys.”

“Well…it’s not fair” he tried to play off.

“None of it is fair,” you noted, “But this is.”

Nico stared at you before nodding. “We have to go to Camp to get you settled in,” he started.

You hummed as you helped clean up, “Perhaps yeah…then where next?”

“What?”

You smirked at Nico, “If you want to go alone, you can but if you’re going to find the rest of us, count me in.”

“Are you sure? There’s a lot to digest.”

“Probably, but we’re demigods, I doubt things are going to be normal for a long time.”

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teaableu · 3 months

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WHAT IS YOUR EXILE AU LIKE....

I HAVE BEEN WAITING AGES FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS

Okay SO a LOT is up in the air right now because I'm doing Research as best I can between classes BUT here's what i got so far:

Lord Kogane is from a very powerful family that wants to take full control over Neo Edo. They think he's doing a poor job because the yokai are running free again and he's overall a pretty useless ruler. They step in and force him to enforce some pretty Messed Up Stuff that put all the people in danger (something to do with the Makkine tech probably). Usagi and his friends have a front row seat as to what he's up to and Usagi decides he won't let them get away with it. I haven't worked out the details but the Koganes' plans threaten the people and the yokai. BUT Usagi's not strong enough to take out the Koganes on his own.

My Usagi has a mystic power of sorts, which makes him very sensitive to spirits. All of the visions he gets through the Ki stone in the show, plus his ability to speak with Miyamoto stem from this ability. A simple way of seeing it would be like, he can see the threads of their lives. So he can read souls and connect with them, and sees ghosts when others cannot. I think the Ki stone sort of unlocked and amplified it when he connected with her. I'm still working on the details of his power but basically he can see and talk to ghosts with a little extra stuff sprinkled in

So the Ki stone encourages Usagi to seek help. Turns out the Koganes have a rich history of killing entire villages and armies that oppose them, dating (maybe) all the way back to Miyamoto's time. So he finds a couple of restless ghosts that are still waiting for vengeance and asks for their help. He strikes a deal that was supposed to help him fight Kogane while allowing the ghosts to avenge themselves their loved ones and their clans. I think he would amplify their power while they help him fight. But he doesn't realize who exactly he's making this deal with and ends up tethering his soul to very powerful VERY ANGRY ghosts that are WAY stronger than he is (I've been researching onryo and yurei for reference). They can take possession of his body, amplify his emotions to be in tune with their own, manipulate his power, and generally cause a lot of destruction. Basically, he becomes their puppet. I'm thinking it's a Venom or Little Shop of Horrors type dynamic between them. Also think of any poltergeist type film

He makes the deal and the ghosts possess him. When Usagi wakes up, he's killed Kogane (who really wasn't even the Big Bad behind the whole thing) and has to flee the city before he's caught and put to death for treason and murder. His friends are all imprisoned but he can't risk returning because he has lost control of his power and is unable to control the ghosts that are bound to his soul. The ghosts are starving for power and burning with hundreds of years of fury and anguish, and feed off of destruction (maybe the living?) It's sort of a pandora's box situation. The ghosts are just a whirlwind of chaos and use Usagi as a means to exact their wrath

I called it exile because Usagi can't return to the city without being arrested and killed for his crimes. The gang was the only one standing up to Kogane, and with his friends in prison, he's sort of stuck. He blames himself for everything that went wrong because he ran off without his friends and jumped headfirst into a situation he did not understand. He was reckless and cocky and now everyone is paying for it.

That's where EMD comes in, but the story continues after EMD season 2 as well.

Some extra notes:

- The timeline for srtuc would probably be a bit different so I can have more flexibility with the season one and season two events, since I wasn't sure when it would take place and I want there to be a pretty big time gap between Usagi leaving and returning. I also might use the Makkine invasion in the story

- I’m still working out Usagi’s backstory/past, but have pretty much decided that he has some history with the Kogane family

- I'm planning for Miyamoto to have a pretty big part in the story as well, acting as a guide for Usagi when he goes into hiding. I'm really interested in their relationship so I really want to take the chance to explore it.

- I'm thinking of adding someone as a nod to Tomoe Ame as well (descendant of her apprentice perhaps), since we got a representation of Chizu, Kitsune, and Gen in the tv show but not Tomoe (sad)

I wrote out the sparksnotes version of this here

In addition to the artwork there I have some other concept art

Blood warning under the cut

#samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #srtuc #yuichi usagi #sr exile au #srtuc exile au #tw blood #tw death mention #this was kinda just me rambling all my thoughts

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spriteofmushrooms · 1 month

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Pls… pls elaborate 👁️👁️ so I can change my answer (in spirit) from crying a few days ago to crying right now!

Jiang Wanyin lies broken on the ground. Jin Ling, screaming, swings Suihua at the monstrous yao he'd just been pushed away from, the one that killed his jiujiu. Lan Jingyi should help, should move, but--anything that could kill Jiang Wanyin--

A clarity bell chimes as Lan Sizhui begins to play his guqin. The moment breaks, and Lan Jingyi leaps to flank the yao.

The battle is blue-lit by their signal flare and the full moon. Starbright sword flares sweep across the forest. Flashes of Jin Ling's qi, the golden brown of wutong leaves in autumn, bury themselves in the yao with every qi-laced arrow.

But it's only once Wen Ning holds the yao still that Wei Wuxian, responding to their flare via Hanguang-jun, eviscerates it with his trapped ghosts.

Hanguang-jun who is staring where Jiang Wanyin lies, his white robes bathed in red.

"Ah, stay back, a-Ling," a man's mirthful voice says. "Your jiujiu would be upset if I caught you, too."

Jin Ling starts "who the fuck" but is interrupted by Hanguang-jun's "Wei Ying."

Lan Jingyi turns to see Jin Ling's silhouette limned in red; Jiang Wanyin's body transformed by red; and a transparent youth in YunmengJiang-style robes sitting astride Jiang Wanyin, as bright and red as the setting sun, surrounded by a rainbow whirlwind of qi.

"Lan Zhan," the boy says laconically as a nearby tree cracks and falls. "Don't be boring for once, alright?"

As Lan Jingyi watches, the boy rests one hand on Jiang Wanyin's upper dantian and plunges the other into the swirling qi around them until all transforms to red. Another snap breaks the night, and Lan Jingyi realizes.

The little qi lights are from plants, bugs, and lesser spirits; the youth is draining the forest. An ash-black circle spreads from Jiang Wanyin.

Whose chest is moving.

"Jiang Cheng, wake up, ah? You're going to be late if you stay in bed all day." With the stolen vitality pulsing through him, the youth's features are clearer. He's handsome, his face much sweeter than Jiang Wanyin's sharp beauty. Mischief curls at the edges of his smile.

From Lan Jingyi's side, Wei Wuxian says coldly, "How often have you done this to him? Forcing foreign qi into his system will inevitably cause backlash."

The youth's smile sharpens. "Do you care, Wei-wanbei?" Without moving his hand, his thumb caresses Jiang Wanyin's cheek. "Besides, if I make it mine before I give it to him, is it really so different from spending years coalescing it into a golden core? His body knows me well."

"Gusu can integrate this part of your soul with the rest of you," Hanguang-jun says.

The youth laughs, and Wei Wuxian says "don't bother, Lan Zhan."

Ignoring his cultivation partner's advice, Hanguang-jun continues, "You will never rest until all pieces of your soul are joined. Let go of Jiang Wanyin, and come to me."

Jin Ling shifts. "You're healing jiujiu, right?"

"I am," the youth says, turning away from Hanguang-jun.

Jin Ling moves between Jiang Wanyin and Hanguang-jun, Suihua bare in his hand. "Let him do what he wants."

"How many times must Wei Ying destroy himself to fulfill a life debt to the dead?" Hanguang-jun demands, hand on Bichen.

Lan Sizhui finally speaks. "Hanguang-jun, Jin Ling, shouldn't we wait until we know more? None of us have the expertise to weigh in on Wei-xiao-gongzi's situation, do we? Applying theory without evidence could be harmful, too, Hanguang-jun." Then the traitor turns to Lan Jingyi. "If Zidian hasn't expelled Wei-xiao-gongzi, doesn't that mean Jiang-zongzhu is not possessed?"

"Yes," Lan Jingyi tries, then clears his throat. "Yes, Zidian wouldn't let its master be possessed. This must be something else."

A small voice interrupts the argument. "Wei... Wuxian?"

"Can't you call me shixiong just once, Jiang Cheng?"

"Started training first," Jiang Wanyin whispers.

"How would you know when my parents started training me? Especially since I'm older, and my mother is from a different tradition. Perhaps Baoshan Sanren starts her disciples at their hundred day celebration, hmm?"

"Stupid," Jiang Wanyin says. Then, "You're dead. Saw it."

"That was just my idiot body," the youth says with a smirk.

"Fuck you," Wei Wuxian spits.

At the noise, Jiang Wanyin's eyes flick to them. "A-Ling?"

"I'm fine, jiujiu!"

"Everyone's here because it's so rare to you lazing around," the youth says. "Do you think I could sell tickets? See Jiang Cheng take a break, only fifty tael!"

"Jiang-shixiong," Jiang Wanyin says, eyes back on the youth, taking huge rasping breaths between phrases. "Sounds better. Sixty tael, maybe."

"If he doesn't recognize you, then you don't know what this will do to him long-term," Wei Wuxian says.

"Oh, I do. I just wipe his memory every time. It keeps Jiang Cheng from digging me out of him, you know?"

"What."

The youth smiles beatifically down at Jiang Wanyin. "Did you think you got away with all of your not-quite-suicide, shidi? Did you think there wasn't a cost to being careless with yourself? Poor Pan Fu,¹ did his hero really not know what he gave his life to?"

"No!" Jiang Wanyin's fingers twitched, but even now his arm was more gore than whole. "Stop, stop. Shixiong, stop. Pan Fu, Pan Fu..."

"Still sad about that brat even now? Why am I not surprised. He wasn't even that strong of a cultivator; he just reminded you of me. Let go already."

"I raised him," Jiang Wanyin cries. "Don't, please, please."

Merciless, the youth bent down until their faces are centimeters apart. "What can you do to stop me? What have you ever been able to do against me, shidi?"

"Let me die, let me die, let me die, please let me die."

For a moment, the youth only gazes at Jiang Wanyin. "No," he says, and pours more of the forest into his shidi.

¹ Pan Fu is from this ficlet. No, Wei Wuxian wasn't jealous, why would he be? Pan Fu was simply to hand when Jiang Cheng threw himself into danger.

(To protect Pan Fu. But why should that matter? Jiang-zongzhu can't die for one of his hundreds of disciples. What would they do without him, hmm?)

#pallas.rtf #sandu-zidian #mdzs #my writing #jiang cheng

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depomera · 22 days

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Maul will soon be training as Sheev’s apprentice and will no longer serve as an acolyte. The Force knows Maul’s heart lies elsewhere but can only offer guidance and the comfort of eternal darkness.

I thought it would be rad if there were more Sith Force ghosts/spirits. Like thousands of years old Sith Lords/extremely gifted dark force users. They appear as monsters/creatures and perhaps possessing what is nearby or present themselves as spirit entities. I wanted them to look more like monster/creature summons from J/RPGs. That way, powerful Force users who specialize in necromancy can ‘summon’ force spirits and wreck havoc mwahahaha.

***

• Child Maul is a very gentle and a caring soul. Can talk to animals therefore more adept to talk to spirit entities.

•Ancestors (one who followed the path of Sith), can sense Maul is at odds with himself. It appears before him to give him guidance. Not necessarily answers but open ended questions that will aid Maul in his personal endeavors.

• Maul doesn’t want to train as an apprentice, but instead to further his druidic training. This is where his decent into madness begins.

#star wars headcanons #clone wars headcanons #darth nihilus #darth maul #depomera doodles #star wars #clone wars #sw fanart

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radiance1 · 7 months

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Inspired by my little drabble Herald of Seasons.

So Danny is Vortex's little guy there, but I kinda wanna explain more about it now...

Okay so, Danny and Phantom get torn apart by the GIW after he slipped up a while after fending off Vortex, for some reason he still had a part of Vortex's powers. The resulting split left Danny without a soul, thus making him empty and a prime candidate for any otherworldly entity that needs a physical body to enter the mortal plane.

Since, you know, there's literally nothing there so they could just. Replace it with zero effort. He can still feel emotions though, some more muted than others or whatever.

Then someway somehow Vortex breaks out again and heads straight to Amity Park to finish off what he started, found this soulless child with his powers and decided to just take them, since nobody else was clearly looking after them.

Phantom, meanwhile, manages to breakout of the GIW facility and decides to, well, uh, um.

Start an ice age.

Don't question how, he just did. It didn't last long, but it was a thing that happened and is currently unexplained, except for the Fentons because they claim ghost tomfoolery.

Vortex doesn't want his little guy to get possessed at every turn just because he was soulless, or for them to succeed of course, so he pulled some bullshit that made it impossible for the spirits of dead humans to try and take his body for themselves under normal circumstances and made Danny his Herald of Seasons because obviously anyone associated with him deserves to be called something.

Unknown to both of them it actually did do something and buffed Danny's whether powers towards the four seasons.

Then Danny gets dropkicked- yes, dropkicked- into the DC dimension because a ghost was questioning why a human was in the Ghost Zone and kicked him out, who will then feel the wrath of Vortex for messing with his little guy but it's like too late to find out where exactly said little guy is.

Then Danny decides to do his job as the Herald of Seasons because of a tugging feeling telling him to do it, and it's not like he had anything better to do with his life as it was now.

He also thought that Batman was a ghost because he, well, he stunk. Not literally, he just stunk of death and Danny immediately thought him to be a ghost because of that, also because Lady Gotham talked about him, and she never said he wasn't a ghost so.

Now I wanna talk about Phantom, I don't really have many ideas for him, one of the half-baked ones I came up with was to have him be the Herald of disasters, completely natural that comes about with each of the four seasons.

But I'm honestly not very sure.

That half-baked idea also come about with Phantom somehow making his way into the DC dimension and being bonked over the head by Klarion for one reason or another and becoming friends or something.

But I still honestly don't know, maybe Phantom fought Vortex and stole some of his powers again and Vortex called Phantom the Herald of Disasters because he always brought disasters to him whenever he saw him? I dunno man tbh.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

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beawesome04 · 6 months

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Possessed! Yuu (Spoilers!)

(Hello, I wanted to make something for Halloween so enjoy this!) (This will contain spoilers for the Halloween Event, 'Spectral Soiree' so don't read if you don't want to know, despite me never playing the game. Sue me.)

(This idea is based on Daniella from Haunting Ground. Be warned that this game is a horror game that focus on adult topics, like objectation. I can only warn you if you want to see more.)

(This does involve some violence...)

Okay, so every students is kidnapped and teleported to the Spectral Realm, where ghosts came and possessed many students there. What if Yuu was possessed as well? However, Yuu's possession is different...

They remained quiet, following orders and commands without any emotion, even when someone hit them. Furthermore, the possessed students, when they make contact with Yuu, they freakout as the ghosts flies in terror, leaving the students' bodies...

Turns out, it was a prank made by Malleus and his dorm, with the ghosts being part of it. But what if the ghost possessing Yuu wasn't a playful ghost a part of the prank, but a malicious spirit who used the prank to do harm. Suddenly, Yuu began to attack the students with nothing a piece of broken glass, walking towards them with swiftness, taking magic spells aimed at them like it was nothing. Even if they were to go down, it's only for a few seconds before Yuu gets back up and slice at one of them, making them bleeding as they realized that this ghost will do far worse...

However, as the possessed Yuu looked at a mirror, they stopped as they looked at the mirror in horror as they screamed at the top of their lungs, scratching their faces to blind themselves from the image, before smashing the mirrors into pieces as they laugh and twitch like crazy. Once silence has fallen, they looked at the student their chasing and began marching once again...

(Hope you guys like this, and if you want to make a story on this, let me know because I would love to read this!)

(Happy Halloween!)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst mc #twst x male reader #twst x reader #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu

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Before S4 aired and all we had to go off of were the sets, I ended up having this theory that the cultists we saw were being possessed by the spirits of the Anacondrai through their remains. It was my explanation for why these humans were sometimes referred to as Anacondrai in set descriptions, as well as Kapau and Chope apparently becoming actual Serpentine named Kapau'rai and Chop'rai, respectively.

With the prominent bone motif and Pythor's presence in one of the sets, I speculated that Pythor went back to the Anacondrai Tomb and gathered the remains of his tribe, who were haunting their corpses and could possess anyone who wore their bones (In this case, humans that Pythor kidnapped).

The Anacondrai Blades would've been carved from the spines of dead Anacondrai, and a lot of the bones used in the vehicles could've been Anacondrai; Either they were leftover bits, or you had Anacondrai ghosts possessing machines. Some Anacondrai used multiple bones to possess a human, others used only one, possibly due to incomplete remains. Pythor's plan was to resurrect his tribe fully, possibly by fusing the living human hosts with the Anacondrai bones to create new Anacondrai bodies (although the presence of human DNA led to these newly-reincarnated Anacondrai lacking the usual markings). Kapau and Chope weren’t humans, they were Anacondrai ghosts possessing humans through their skulls and other bones wielded as weapons;

In the end, Anacondrai remains DID factor into the plot via the Jadeblades, as well as Pythor's essence being necessary for the spell. Humans became Anacondrai. Not to mention Anacondrai ghosts being an actual thing, which would set up an entire season around ghosts and possession before we got the summer leaks! So I was pretty off the mark, but also not? In hindsight, I wonder if the writers brought back Pythor in S3 just to set up the Anacondrai storyline of S4, and if Pythor was originally supposed to be the mastermind behind the plot, as some speculated, and/or working alongside Chen. I guess all of this could make for a fun AU where the Anacondrai themselves have agency as villains, rather than allies; Or I could salvage this idea for my own original story.

#Ninjago #Tournament of Elements #Anacondrai #Serpentine #Pythor #Pythor P Chumsworth #Master Chen #Kapau #Chope

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nomsfaultau · 3 months

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The Lambs Wolves Wear part 6

Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

It wasn’t unusual that “Technoblade” was late to meals. Philza wasn’t entirely sure if he needed to eat anymore. The hoard of spirits using Technoblade as a conduit assured Philza the body of his real son was technically still alive, but it didn’t change the fact his child looked less alive every day, pallid skin and sunken sockets. “Technoblade” was rather diligent in feeding the body they possessed, though often grew distracted, consumed with ghostly obsession. “Technoblade” had taken it upon themselves to farm the land, and with armies of ghosts set upon the task, there was little use for Philza. He was left to domestic upkeep, shaved down into nothing more than a sweet and nurturing caretaker. Hopefully such a docile persona would cause them to underestimate him.

Technoblade was stolen from him, but not truly gone. Perhaps it could have been some relief. Only his darkest nightmares could begin to fathom what the fates of his other children were, and yet he could still embrace Technoblade. It didn’t change the gut feeling that he was cradling the icy corpse of his son. Philza wasn’t sure if he could handle realizing he was watching his dead son’s carcass laugh and walk alongside him, puppeteered by ancient specters. No. The real Technoblade had to be in there somewhere. He had to.

“Technoblade” hadn’t come back from the barn yet. Philza frowned as he dished out stew, then ordered “Tommy” to fetch his brother. While Philza only pretended to care if the others ate, he needed to believe Technoblade’s body was still alive.

The demon whined about waiting to eat, then hmph’d and crashed through a window, morphing into a dark stallion as he raced for a distant barn. Philza flinched at the shattering glass, then sighed as Wilbur began to weave yet another illusion to ‘fix’ the broken window. Sometimes Philza wondered how much of his life was distorted into the image of a happy normal family, pasted over with magic to hide the real damage.

A sound like distant thunder cracked through the air. Suddenly he could see the towering true form of the demon that stole Tommy, hissing and recoiling as dark waves of an undead legion poured out of the barn, attacking everything in their path. War unfurled from the barn.

Ah. So the façade was finally over. There was a grim relief in relinquishing the fragile peace. It was too soon, he still didn’t know where all his children were. But Philza was prepared. He’d been covertly stockpiling the means to defend himself for a long time now. These creatures wearing his children wouldn’t kill him that easily.

“Tommy” scrambled back from the ghosts that charged at him. Powerful claws slashed through the ranks, but their fury was ceaseless and phantasmal. “Tommy” turned tail and scampered back to the house. A blur of his form, and a bristling raccoon burrowed around Philza’s shoulders, shaking and bleeding.

“He’s crazy,” the demon hissed, ringed tail puffed up. “I tried to help him like you taught me to,” “Tommy” insisted, expecting reprimand. “He attacked me! And he was rude! He wouldn’t die even when I tried to kill him!” Philza pressed a kiss to the injured raccoon’s forehead, ignoring the sulfuric smell. Only a little longer must he pretend to love them. He coaxed the demon and changeling into resuming lunch, promising to handle it.

And then Philza prepared to finally kill the thing festering inside Technoblade’s body. It would have to be fast, before the others realized they were next.

Ghosts poured out of the barn, the restless legions of the slain pouring out upon the land they once tilled. Philza gripped his iron sword, praying the clumsy holy runes he’d scratched into would be enough against the undead. And then Philza charged in, flashes of blessed metal carving through the ghosts. It caught the spectral blows of swords that otherwise would have cut him to ribbons. He plunged into an army. Flashes of searing cold scraped through his form, numbing his soul. Still he sliced his way through the ghostly legion, fighting to the heart of the war. The world was a blur of darkness, but a trail of blood guided him to where ancient armies poured out of his child.

Spectral hands ripped at him, though he warded them off best he could with his Prime-blessed blade. His sword was torn out of his cold-numbed hands, too rigid from the rime crawling up them to pick it up again. And yet Philza pressed on, weathering the arctic shadows cutting to his core. In the heart of the darkness, “Technoblade” curled into a haystack, shuddering as waves of undead soldiers clawed their way out of him.

The hoards descended upon Philza, shrieking and ripping into him. Frost struck through him, brutal in its cold. Philza stumbled, struggling to pass through the gale of spirits to the body they possessed. His heart began to freeze inside his chest, sluggish as it tried to join the host of the undead. He reached for the boy, fighting with everything he had, and slammed the binding tag onto him.

The spirits screeched as they were suddenly ripped backward and shoved back into “Technoblade”. It snapped to silence abruptly, the spell tag having done its work. The ghosts couldn’t leave their vessel now. Philza panted, each exhale no longer spilling condensation. His fingers were still numb even as the soul frost melted, but he stumbled over to his dropped weapon, dragging it as he slowly approached the shaking boy. Blood trailed toward “Technoblade”, staining the hay he curled in.

Philza pointed his sword at the hyperventilating ghost. “Give me back my son.”

“Technoblade” didn’t seem to hear him, mumbling over and over to themselves. “Don’t hurt him don’t hurt him don’t-" the monster began sobbing as he raised the sword.

And Philza realized he wasn’t going to be able to kill them. Not when they begged for mercy in the voice of his children. No, not when they shared his home for months, when they looked to him for guidance to mold them into gentler lives. “Technoblade” putting down their swords in favor of plows, “Tommy” learning to be careful in his affections, “Wilbur” slowly realizing he might be loved for himself and not the child he replaced. They all called him father long past when the deception was broken.

His heart howled. He wanted the monsters that destroyed his children dead. And yet Philza couldn’t do it. He couldn’t.

The sword clattered to the barn floor. “Technoblade” whimpered and struggled at his approach, kicking out wildly. Philza wrestled them down, catching the hands clawing at him. “Technoblade” was a bloodied mess, a gash crossed over an eye and digging down his collarbone to his heart. “Don’t hurt him dON’T HURT HIM PLEASE—“

And suddenly, Philza remembered that “Technoblade’s” last vessel had been murdered.

Philza brushed “Technoblade’s” hair from where it fell into the wound. “Shhh, it’s okay. If I wanted you dead, you would be.” It soothed the strategically-minded spirits a little. Philza would exorcise them in a heartbeat, but then he’d have to deal with the others and in that time Technoblade could very well bleed out. Never mind the fact he still didn’t know where the other children were.

He peeled out of his jacket and used it to soak up the blood, murmuring assurances. Slowly “Technoblade” began to calm, realizing they weren’t being attacked. Shakily, they explained that they’d accidentally hurt Technoblade’s body when tilling, and panicked, sure they’d be finished off while weakened. They kept apologizing for hurting the body, like Philza couldn’t see how deeply the ghosts cared for their vessel. Carefully, Philza removed the binding spell tagging the spirit, shoving it into a pocket for later. “Technoblade” reached dark hands for him, clinging on for comfort.

Foolishly, Philza thought that was all they did, till too late he saw the shadow and whirled to find his sword hovering over him in a phantom grasp. “Technoblade” examined the runes Philza scratched into the metal. “You have been scheming against us,” they said almost levelly. Red eyes pinned him from within dark sockets, staring up from where “Technoblade” clung to his chest. A spectral hand clawed at the fabric covering his hammering heart, poised to rip it out. He’d let his guard down.

Philza was silent, realizing he’d revealed his intent far, far too soon. “…I’m not a foolish man. You’re a warrior, are you not? Would you deny me strength? We all know I’m nowhere near you boys’ equal.”

“Technoblade” pressed the sword hilt back into his palm. “True. A far better man than any of us. Few soldiers are strong enough to stop fighting.”

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Make your own way home

Word Count: 850

SPOILERS for MWIII BELOW THE CUT!

Summary: Short little drabble of what happens a few weeks after that ending cut scene.

CW: Dubcon/non-con by virtue of spirit possession.

If there was ever an example of wrong place, wrong time, you think you were it. The trip alone to the Highlands was supposed to be a journey of self-discovery. It was supposed to calm your mind, let you meditate in nature and find some peace. Not be in your head so much.

And now here you were, in your head. Stuck in your head.

You hadn’t ever really given much thought to whether you believed in ghosts or not. You thought of them as something from horror films, always creeping in the dark and spooking young couples in their new house. You had never considered that they could be out in the hills during the daylight, waiting for a warm body to commandeer.

And he had commandeered you without too much of a fight. For a few hours you had wrestled him for control, but his will was overpowering. It didn’t help that whoever had rudely put themselves in the driver's seat was an arse.

Let me out

“Cannae dae that, got places to be.”

It’s my body!

“Our body hen.”

No, absolutely not, this is not a communist body, this is single ownership

“In that case, it’s my body” he laughed, seemingly finding your screaming in your (his?) head amusing.

It is NOT

“Let me see if I have a pretty wee body tae match my pretty wee voice.”

You could only watch as he took your body to the lakeside and peered into the glassy surface. It was bizarre, watching your own face light up in a grin that looked nothing like yours. He seemed pleased with what he was looking at, and you thought if you were in control you might have blushed. In fact, you knew that to be the case seeing a dusting of colour appear. Interesting, your body at least still reacted to your emotions.

“Fuck me, look at this,” he all but purred, a hand coming to squeeze at your chest.

Oh, oh it wasn’t just your emotions that your body still reacted to. You felt the touch as if it was someone else’s hand on you and you certainly felt the sick little bolt of pleasure from it. The little bit of excitement of how horribly wrong this was.

“Dinnae tempt me hen, told ye we have places to be. Once we get there we can play together as long as ye want.”

You could not think of a single thing to say to that and you almost felt a sense of motion sickness when your body started moving again, trekking through the mountains at a pace you would never go at. You tried everything. You pictured a battering ram to try and smash through to get control and he responded by putting thoughts in your shared headspace of the ramming turning lewd. You sang obnoxiously and he only joined in using your voice, delighted with how it sounded. You gave him the silent treatment and got so painfully bored of it that within 30 minutes you were back to just wailing in your head.

“Ye know, they dinnae usually stay.”

What do you mean?

“When we take a body, the previous tenant disnae usually stick around.”

Am I going to die?

“Naw if ye dinnae want that. Even if ye did, might keep ye around. If ye behave might even let ye have control for a wee bit, would ye like that?”

If being possessed was not terrifying enough, the concept that the thing possessing you one, had plenty of experience and two, had never had anyone survive was making you feel sick. You felt that feeling in your body and he felt it too if his confused little grunt was anything to go by.

“Come on hen, be nice,” he said, not stopping but shoving a hand unceremoniously into your pants to rub gently. “Just relax.”

It was an insane feeling, you touching yourself but it actually being someone else controlling the movements. He wasn’t going fast, the languid pace seemingly aiming to soothe more than anything. It was wild that it sort of worked, that sick feeling fading out to a hazy rolling pleasure that was only just a gentle simmer.

At some point you felt your thoughts drift off to a strange sleep even though your body was still awake and moving. When you felt consciousness leak back in, you could see yourself approaching a house.

“Look who's finally awake! Good timing princess” he said. You could hear the exhaustion in your voice, you wondered if he had let himself and the body sleep at all. Maybe if the body slept, you could wrestle back control.

You watched as your hand came to knock at the door. Watched it open to reveal a huge man in a skull balaclava. Watched and very much felt when your body launched at him, pushing the mask up to get your lips on his. He reacted as if he knew you, holding your body tight and laughing into your lips.

“Knew you’d make your own way home.”

“Always do LT.”

#fanfic #john soap mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #soap x ghost #mw3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #I see that Activision has made a decision but as it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it #and I would love to go on about the potential for this lore to actually have been going on for generations but I shan't #mhairiwrites

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Security Measures - Ghosts

Entry 1 of the Security Measures series- the stories of a boy named Trevor as he attempts to protect his possession-prone boyfriend Andy from snatchers.

Ghosts are the disembodied souls of the deceased who roam the mortal plane looking to take over vulnerable bodies, often (but not exclusively) tied to a specific place or item. Intangible and able to go invisible, ghosts can strike at any time, but ironically enough they also tend to be the easiest to spot because their entry is usually very dramatic– when a ghost phases into Andy, he starts convulsing.

The average human can easily eject a foreign spirit from their body (ever walk through a cold spot or find your body shivering for no reason? yeah) but Andy is uniquely vulnerable so even though he fights, he usually only lasts a few seconds before the ghost is in the driver's seat.

Fortunately, ghosts are the easiest type of snatcher to get rid of– they naturally can't stay in control for more than a day before exhausting their energy, but I also managed to find a legitimate exorcism spell that's been a great help. I could probably do it blindfolded at this point- anyone interested in any of this stuff should familiarize themselves with at least one ritual.

Unfortunately, ghosts' visits also tend to be the most chaotic. Ghosts are very enthusiastic after entering a body and getting to experience life again, and there are a lot of possibilities with a body like Andy's.

Sometimes it's sweet. There was a guy who wanted to use Andy's muscles to stop the bullies who were picking on his brother. A man who just wanted to go on one last date with his fiancé (and wasn't she excited when he turned up looking like Andy). One guy just wanted to finish his novel.

A lot of them just want to get wild though. You'll notice this is a theme with snatchers.

This is particularly true of a specific kind of spirit we've encountered, which for lack of a better term I refer to as "ghostly" ghosts. Some ghosts have been around for so long that they now identify more strongly with their ghostly self than the people that they once were, becoming free roaming spirits that travel the world in search of suitable "fleshies" to toy around with.

From what I can tell these types even have their own rudimentary culture that involves adopting a more cartoonish appearance (think bad CGI) and some sort of nickname, which is often a reference to the type of person they prefer to snatch. Despite this, I've yet to get a civilized conversation out of one.

Andy doesn't like having his body used by others, but he's most sympathetic to ghosts because he figures that he's helping them. We've watched every episode of Ghost Whisperer together.

#male possession #Series: Security

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youfreakinturltle · 1 year

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Protect You Pt. 2

(A/N): I went ahead and made a little outfit for the reader so we can have a visual for her! This is part 2 in the Protect You series! Part 3 will be dropping here shortly! Hope y’all enjoy 😊

Pairing: Colby Brock x ghost!fem!reader

Warnings: death, superstition, language, fighting, demons, paranormal activities, the usual ghost/pirate themes

A couple of hours passed as they spoke with some of the other people in the house, ones you had grown close with in your time here. You made sure to stay close to the guys and let them know if the spirit they were speaking with was good or not. If they encountered an angry spirit they would heed your frantic warnings and leave the room. They were beginning to get ready to leave when you were needed most. They were back in the parlor, you standing guard over them all, but particularly Colby. You had taken quite the liking to him specifically and realized that he was unaware of the abilities he possessed, leaving him the most susceptible.

They were talking amongst themselves, you standing behind Colby with your arms crossed over your chest, your stare set on the door in front of you. All of the sudden, you see movement on the floor coming towards the room. Quickly realizing what it was, you send the rempod into a wild fritz. The guys jump and realize you want to speak with them. Sam quickly turns on the spirit box and asks you if everything is okay.

“Crawler coming. Go stand in corner. I protect.”

They look around at each other, clearly trying to decide whether to do as you say or just book it out of the house.

“Please.”

“Okay, (Y/N). We’re going to the corner. Please be safe,” Colby says quickly, ushering the guy to the corner of the room.

Everything happened so fast. One second you’re directing the guys where to go, and the next, the Crawler is lunging itself at them. Throwing yourself in front of them you tackle it to the ground with a loud thump, causing them to jump behind you and grab onto each other, looking wildly around the room. The Crawler throws you off of it and tries to advance forward. Grabbing one of its creepy ass legs, you throw it across the room behind you, causing the glasses on the table behind you to shatter and the table to give out and crush under its weight.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT SHES FIGHTING SOMETHING,” screams Nate all in one breath.

Ignoring their yells, you continue your attack. Launching yourself at it, you pull the daggers on your back from their holster for the first time in centuries. Daggers made of pure silver, something your first, highly superstitious, captain insisted on before you went to the Walrus. At the time you only held onto them because they were nice daggers, but now you’re eternally grateful to your first captain and his bewildering fears. Because you came to learn that pure silver is the only thing that can hurt the Crawler and Shadow Man. Taking a swing at the beast before you, you land a blow, sinking the dagger into its shoulder. Letting out a grotesque wail, it flings you across the room where you skid to a stop right in front of the guys.

Jumping to your feet, you see that Shadow Man has decided to join in.

You sigh and let out a quiet, “…fuck.” Which the guys behind you seemed to have heard given the frantic yelling behind you asking if you’re okay. Not having time to let them know, you quickly deflect the Shadow Man’s attack while the Crawler recovers. For some reason, you have a flashback to your life aboard your first ship.

The waves crash against the side of the ship as you sail back to Nassau after your latest hunt. Captain Hornigold appears behind you, clapping a hand onto your shoulder.

“Yes, Captain?”

“(Y/N), there’s something you should know if we ever encounter another being like that again.”

He still seemed quite shaken up after he and the entire crew witnessed a spirit floating above the water after your catch. She didn’t really do anything to scare you, but when she lifted her hand to point at the Captain, he started shouting this word that you couldn’t quite understand. But after shouting it at her a couple of times, she dissipated completely.

“If you ever see anything like that, just shout the word ‘Exire’ until it leaves.”

“Uh… alright, Captain. May I ask what it means?”

“It’s Latin for be gone. If you do this, they will leave and not bother you again unless you invite it back.”

Coming back to the present, you’re confused for a split second as to why you would remember that now, but quickly realize why when the Crawler starts at you again.

“Exire!”

Both entities jolted slightly, but still advanced.

“Exire!!”

Again, they paused for a second before advancing once again.

“EXIRE!!”

That seemed to do the trick, as they began to shout angrily at you before disappearing.

Once they left a deafening silence fell over the room. You look around to take in the damage you had done to the room and heard behind you, “(Y/N)… are you still there…?”

You turn around to see the guys still huddled in the corner, clinging onto each other for dear life, all except Colby. He was standing a little ahead of them, wide eyed, and frantically looking around the room. You sigh a little, sad that they were so scared, but infinitely grateful that they were alright. You smile softly at Colby, even though he can’t see it, and walk over to the only lamp left that hadn’t been absolutely obliterated and tap it to turn it on. The guys let out a collective sigh of relief and you hear Colby murmur, “thank god you’re okay.”

“That was insane, (Y/N)! Kinda wish we could take you on all of our adventures,” said Sam while chuckling with the rest of them. After a second their laughter dies down and you see them glancing at each other like they’re actually considering it. While they take a moment to collect themselves you make your way back to the smaller mirror that was still intact and write, “you okay?”

They smile at each other, realizing you’re concerned about their well-being past simply making sure they survived the night. Colby somehow knows exactly where to look, almost like he’s looking directly at you when he says, “we’re okay, thank you so much for protecting us. That was amazing, (Y/N).”

Looking at him you realize you don’t want him to leave. You want him to stay and protect him and keep his company. But deep down you know that you couldn’t possibly ask that of him. So instead, you think about if you were to go with them. You desperately wanted out of this place, you deeply missed the open ocean and constantly seeing new things. It wouldn’t exactly be the same, but it would be better than staying here any longer. While you desperately wanted to leave with Colby, you weren’t sure if he would be okay with having an attachment. You decide it can’t hurt to at least ask, so you walk to the mirror again and write, “Come with you?”

They look at each other, understandably hesitant, and seem to be getting ready to deny you before, “Yes. You can attach to me.”

You turn to see Colby had stepped forward and was looking in your direction earnestly. You could sense that he understood how desperately you wished to leave and that you would never do anything to harm them. You smile and let out a sigh of relief and write, “Thank you.”

#colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock #Colby Brock x ghost!reader #sam and colby #fan fiction #colby brock imagine #pirate!reader #ghost!reader #protect you series

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sphnyspinspin · 1 year

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Okay……..I just thought of something that is absolutely FUCKING CRAZY for the Aligned Continuity and it’s weirdly bilingual child characters.

You guys remember how in Transformers Prime, Rafael could understand what Bumblebee was saying, meaning he could understand Universal? And how in Rescue Bots Cody could understand what Bumblebee was saying, which meant he could understand Universal two? I know it’s not confirmed but, also in Rescue Bots Dr. Elma Hendrickson somehow found a quantum crystal and was about to build a time machine. Not to mention the Greene family, mainly Ezra Greene, Anna Baronova, and Cece, are seriously smart. Cece might be even smarter than her dad tbh.

And now, do you guys remember how Salvage helped a bunch of cave people from getting hurt by the asteroids, and how, I think, a couple of them had energon necklaces like Ira the caveman when he thawed?

What if, and I seriously mean WHAT IF - Raf, Cody, maybe Elma, maybe Cece, are descendants of the cave people that Salvage saved?….

Hear me out, maybe those energon necklaces somehow became….a part of them, like their energy fields affected the ancient peoples so much it became a part of them, and manifested themselves within their DNA or auras. To the point where if they did lose them, they would still be with them, ya know? Then a bunch of history stuff happens, and their bloodlines are scattered, and those bloodlines became the Esquivels, the Burns, the Hendricksons, and the Greenes(or maybe the Baranovas).

Also, let’s talk about the friggin LADY OF GRIFFIN ROCK. She is literally RIGHT THERE. It’s like the producers want me to think that she came into possession of an energon crystal that she inherited from her ancestors that she later passed down to her son. And when her son and husband set out on that boat there was an incident, in which the crystal might’ve been the source of, and due to her being the most exposed to the crystal it became a part of her and made her into a ghost due to her Indomitable Human Spirit TM.

And like, through pure coincidence they’ve all been drawn back to Griffin Rock, or any Cybertronian activity in general.

It’s the Aligned Continuity, we’ve seen crazier.

I SUMMON THEE!!! @novafire-is-thinking @viewer-of-many @luciolefire @geluatekurama

#pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaase hear me oooout #OMG OMG OMG #I GENUINELY THINK I COULD BE ONTO SOOOMETHIIING #please Cece be the next weirdo who can understand Universal shes literally checking all of the boxes for Sadi qualifications #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #prime #tfrb #tfp #transformers prime theory #transformers rescue bots theory #transformers speculation

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riseofamoonycake · 23 days

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I worked on this for a million days, I hope it is something worthy!

@hanaiikiki, come, here is your man!

Birch

👑Pairing: Loxi x Human!queen reader

👑Warnings: mention of threat, dead, violence, psychological abuse, forced breeding

👑The figure of this reader was already introduced here

👑Chapter 1 of 3: Forest

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They say the birches follow you everywhere. Their always open and magical eyes can’t let you escape, the spirits who live in the trunks enjoy themselves to know your life and whisper about it to the Greatest Gods… so don’t go into the woods, stay away from their song, or you will be taken captive by them.

Don’t look at the birches, run from their sight, run.

Run.

You love birches and oaks. You just can’t help, the love you feel for them is stronger than any other feeling, even when they stand out in their light against the blackest night or the winter moon, resembling many sleepless, unhappy and hungry ghosts; perhaps because they are the trees that surrounded the house where you grew up, the only place you called home… perhaps because they have always protected you many, countless times.

Before they hid you from your parents’ eyes, when the summers were so long you never saw the end, and you had to find shelter before your father found you and won the game of hide and seek; back then, the hardest part was staying silent, because you were always so cheerful and carefree that you couldn’t help but laugh, and not always covering your mouth with your hands saved you from being discovered…

Now, however, they do it from monsters. The stories all lie: the dangers are not in the forest, they do not live in the birch trees, they are not their eyes; anyone who feels hatred and anger, enjoys pain, causes it or does nothing to stop it cannot live with the trees ― and this is perhaps why the king never managed to discover your hiding place, too cruel, miserable and inept to be accepted in this world. And, judging by the words that the birches sigh in your hair when the darkness is about to give way to the dawn and the sky is suspended between black and deep blue, they understood you well too.

Y/N, still prey to that man? You are his queen, yet you seem like the last of the slaves...

What you find in the forests is a sort of cradle: during the nights when you know that your husband is not present because too busy occupying other women’s beds, you take refuge in their realm and start to breathe again. Far from the crown that cages your head, from the clothes that tighten your chest and take your breath away, from the crying of the child they forced you to give birth to, from bitterness and anger, it seems to you that you have never grown up, that you are still in your village lost among the valleys and fields, running and running. Blessed poverty, how much you regret it now, knowing full well that happiness accompanied it; also for this reason you are despised, you who were born with nothing, but free and joyful… frowned upon by everyone, but not by these branches, leaves and flowers that, more than anything else, know how to appreciate the smell of souls that are too strong and indomitable to be linked to material possession. Because you are capable of bearing anything, even more than you think… if only you were to wake up from this years-long sleep and remember what you are truly made of, of coal, gold and sand that dances at the bottom of the sea, of spring air and wheat, of earthquakes and storms. Nature looks at you, and what it tells you is…

Run.

Behind your gaze there are your running steps, the same as when you were used to crossing the clearings even before the light of the sun and competing with the deers to see who would be the first to reach the springs of water, the sacred circles of the fairies and the ancestors’ mounds that stood out in the morning fog like beacons of death; and the evening never fell on those lands, where you did nothing but run, and run…

Run.

The rivers have never had secrets for you, no matter how frozen and deep, you have always loved them with all of yourself: in their blue water everything is lost, there is no room for noise and worry, and so you let yourself be carried away from their current and lead on their way, almost to the sea. You associate the taste of them with freedom, with the loss of all boundaries, with the rebirth which is no longer possible… now…

Run.

You have never seen the black beaches of the Great North, but the travelers who have arrived on your shores and have come into contact with your village ― travellers, visionaries, wise men, perhaps gods ― have always talked about it and brought with them a few punches of sand, tightly closed in a jar and so dark but brilliant that it seems like a corner of night with the stars entangled in it; who knows why you see it now, in this half-sleep, and dream of sinking your hands into an entire obsidian-colored expanse and into the waves of a sea that roars like an agitated heart, and… and behind you, just when you think you are alone, someone…

Run.

Run!

When you open your (e/c) eyes and fix them on the forest that surrounds you, everything seems calm: dawn is approaching and the trees barely shake in the elusive twilight, caressed by the morning breeze; the flowers are still closed, immersed in sleep, and the calls of the animals are continuous, made suffused and almost unreal by the mist that lingers on the clearings and traps every noise within itself.

The narrow clearing where you spent the night is damp with dew, yet you don’t feel the cold of the ground beneath you: the heavy cloak you wear protects you from anything, be it frost, doubt or fear… furthermore, your senses are totally focused on something else and don’t have time to grasp the shivers.

There is something around you; there is someone. Somewhere, someone is watching you, getting closer… it is almost here. You turn your head, looking around warily, peering over your shoulder with bated breath; there is a patch of darkness not far from you, a lump of night that resists the advance of the day, but it is not what worries you, it is not there that the danger comes from, which is close, it is always closer,

it is here.

«Booh!»

When you look back, you jump in surprise and can’t hold a scream as you curl up in a ball, scared and amazed, shaking from head to toe. The hooded figure in front of you, however, is doubled over with laughter as he points a finger at you and at your frightened face with a grin ― «Your expression! You should look at yourself in a mirror, you’re so funny, so terrified!» ― and then gets up again, lowers his hood and looks at you with big purple eyes full of everything except pity and sweetness. In a few moments, the entire forest darkens, closes in on itself and trembles for you. «Look… a human in my forest! Did you perhaps think you would go unnoticed this night, and all the others before it? Don’t you know that you are not welcome here unless you bring an offering?»

You continue to stare at the young… man? from the face as attractive as disturbing who appeared in front of you out of nowhere, then you bite your lips and try to speak despite your fear. Your heart beats so hard it hurts, and when you speak you don’t even hear your words: «I… I didn’t know. I beg for forgiveness if I entered your forest without permission, I thought it belonged to my husband, the king…», you only manage to murmur, and at that point your interlocutor smiles frighteningly and bends over you, taking away your space to breathe. Like a lash, you feel the sweet scent of thousands of flowers emanating from his skin, the more intense scent of as many poisons, and danger. Huge, absolute danger. «Better that you, your husband and the whole kingdom know that this is the territory of the gods, silly one…», he almost hisses on your lips, making sure to breathe on them, «no mortal has power here, only us. And you’ve already dirtied the air enough, little bunny.» The stranger raises his head in a disdainful move and retreats, yet continues to observe you. «Hmmm… aren’t you a bit too young to be queen? and these very common clothes, the fact that I often see you here… what’s happening, don’t you like court life? Not that I don’t understand you, eh.»

You don’t reply, and the young man doesn’t add anything else; he stands still, without trying to get closer, and you swallow with difficulty the little saliva you have left. The wisdom you haven’t had these nights suggests you leave as soon as possible and never look back, and never return to the forest regardless. «I… I should return to the castle now», you murmur then, making the act of getting up, «but today I will bring you something to repay for my intrusion. I ask you again to forgive me for my ignorance.»

«What a hurry!», comments the other, holding out a hand towards you. At that same moment, you are petrified as you notice how thin black smoke comes out of his open, gloved palm, and you begin to tremble again when you see it pointing towards you in thin hissing spirals. «… Why don’t you stay here a little longer, with me?»

You press yourself against the ground as soon as the god ― at this point you can no longer be fooled ― leans towards you again, and your eyes widen when his hands close around your skirt and slowly lift it to reveal your legs. You can’t suppress a groan of terror, which makes him smile and almost growl, and tear the fabric of your dress. «You have too toned legs to be a spoiled and indolent noblewoman…», he comments as he caresses your calves and the lower part of your thighs, and then grabs your bare feet and touches every corner of them, «and these toes have old fractures. You were used to running for hours until not long ago… when you didn’t yet have a crown on your head and the belly of a woman who has given birth.»

You blush more for his words than for the way the divinity touches you and grabs your flesh as if he wanted to deprive you of it. «Yes, I was… before the king noticed me and bought me, I was used to running for a long time…» The quick confession comes out spontaneously as you observe your companion’s hands placing your legs on the ground and carefully covering them with the skirt, and an amused grimace paints his face with malice and cruelty.

«Poor little one… evidently, it is your destiny to lose your freedom because of someone more powerful than you.» Again, light smoke emanates from his palm, and a curved blade emerges from his skin, slowly revealing itself and taking the shape of a dagger. Something also appears in the other hand, becoming a vial filled with a liquid so clear it seems unreal. The stranger presents you both objects, making you look at them carefully before smiling, and then hands them to you. «I am very saddened by not being able to accept your belated apologies, young queen, but it is not our way of acting… so let’s do this: since I’m getting a little bored, I’ll leave the choice to you. What do you want your punishment to be for the outrage you have caused me? A quick death, or a slow illness that will take your mind away? Or do you prefer torture?”

You widen your eyes at the crazy look of your tormentor, then watch him burst into laughter with immense joy. «Humans… your fear is never priceless», you hear him murmur, and then see him approaching dangerously. You don’t even have time to react, and the god grabs you by the arms and pushes you to the ground, before climbing onto your lap and pressing you against the earth using all his weight, stretching his face towards yours and licking his lips with studied slowness. «… And that’s why it’s always so much fun to play with you.»

«What… what do you want to do to me?», you chirp, stopping as soon as he presses a finger to your mouth and then caresses your cheek, forehead and hair, digging his fingers in and pulling a little to make you throw your head back and expose the neck, then begin to delicately trace the throat with the tip of the dagger. There is no kindness in his movements, only a desire to torment you and see how far you are willing to go.

«You have to choose that for yourself. I am here to punish you, but, as I said, the punishment is your choice: it depends on what you want most. If you’ve always wanted to feel pain or know what it’s like to die a certain way, then all you have to do is ask! I will fulfill your wish⁓» The god’s smile fades a little, and he widens his eyes in an almost sweet expression. «Just don’t make me wait too long, okay? I want to hear some good screams, but quickly, otherwise I’ll have to decide for you!»

You let him press his finger to your forehead, then close your eyes and swallow. The situation is so bad that there are no words to describe it, and what you don’t understand rationally, you do with your heart: with every second that passes, you are more and more in danger and your life is getting shorter. Whatever deity has come to you, he seems intent on getting everything he can from you. His touch is cursed, lascivious and sinuous like that of a serpent; and the fire that burns under his skin traps, bites and crushes.

There is no escape for you.

«I see you are undecided… do you need advice?» The god makes the dagger disappear, then reaches fully over you and begins prodding and scratching your cheek with the tips of his black nails. «Hmmm, how soft and tender you are⁓ what a shame, if you weren’t destined to die so soon, I might even woo you…»

You widen your eyes, then a sudden thought crosses your mind and you express it immediately, before thinking twice. There is trembling in your voice, and a thrill inside your body: «Great Forest God, can I… propose a fourth way? A challenge, perhaps?»

The deity’s face lights up at those words, then he sits up on your belly and claps his hands, excited. «A challenge? It’s okay, I like challenges! What’s on your mind, huh?»

You sit down too, closing the distance between your faces. You stare into his amethyst eyes with apprehension, and a part of you already regrets what you’ll say. «A hunt. I propose that you… hunt me down. Hunt me throughout the entire forest; and if you catch me even just once, you have won and I will have to do everything you want without replying, even if it were the most horrible thing a human being has ever suffered. But if I find the exit and can reach it before you catch me… then I will be free, and you won’t be able to do anything to me. You will lose all power over me… but only if I win.»

The god remains silent for a moment, completely still, then covers his mouth with both hands and begins to tremble. «Oh, dear girl, but this… this is…» His face transforms into a chilling grimace, then an expression of arrogant triumph appears on it. «This is a victory for me! I practically won!»

«I’m afraid so», you reply, smiling sadly and without undermining his confidence, «but this is the wish I ask you to grant. It’s a game that I propose to you… hoping that you will enjoy it.»

«My queen, of course I will like it! My, my, now things are getting interesting⁓» The god’s voice becomes softer as he steps back from you and crouches at your feet, before taking one in his hands and starting to massage the toes. «I really want to see what these beautiful legs are capable of…», he murmurs with a sinister and perverse grimace, and then scratches your sole.

Instinctively you retract your leg and escape his grasp, making the god chuckle, and jump up. He looks at you with the same sly expression as a cat, then nods at you as he sits back down and looks up at you. «Any other requests before we start the hunt?»

«Yes: it will have to be a fair challenge, without tricks. And no jokes.»

The other smiles, then lies down on the grass and nods. «Don’t worry, if I cheated it wouldn’t be so interesting anymore. And you must lose so miserably that you don’t even have the courage to look at my face…» The god chuckles, then looks at your legs. «And don’t be afraid, I won’t play any tricks on you: you have the word of a god. I’ll give you half an hour’s head start: whatever happens, in the end you’ll be mine, and then we’ll pay off the debt forever⁓ do you agree?»

You frown and are about to reply, but the divinity’s eyes narrow and inside them you read a warning and an order so clear that you can only obey: run, they whisper to you, and you step back and start running. «Half an hour passes quickly, flower! Do your best!», you hear him shouting behind you, and you increase your pace on purpose to get away from that terrible place; but you can’t help hearing the loud, terrible laughter that attaches itself to your person and follows it for entire minutes, in the cold, black thicket of a forest that, now, cannot protect you.

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