#Might continue

[hopelessromantic5]

King Arthur happens to be traveling through Ealdor the exact day the citizens decide they’ve had enough of Merlin.

Labeling him too dangerous, they tied him up on the pyre in the center of town.

As long as Merlin had been alive, he’d never seen this pyre lit.

He would’ve just gotten himself out of this situation with his ‘gifts’ if it weren’t for his poor mother.

The villagers would never let her live in peace if he magically disappeared.

No, this was the only way she could go on living, even with a broken heart.

He didn’t fight. He didn’t really hear much of what they spit at him. But he could hear his mother wailing at him, to save himself, to do whatever he must do.

He’d resigned himself to an early death.

Tom, the town representative, started spewing some righteous words at him. New Religion words that didn’t quite make sense to him, but that’s to be expected. He is, himself, a creature of the old religion, if prophecy is to be trusted.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, serpent?”

Merlin opened his mouth to tell his mother that he loved her, but he stopped short.

In the distance, he could hear a sound.

The beating of hooves on hard, cold dirt.

Visitors were approaching.

It must be fate, he thinks.

As the horses drew closer, the villagers slowly turned their attentions away from him.

Merlin simply hung his head, letting the Earth he loved so dearly decide which way his life would swing.

“What is the meaning of this?”

A calm, steady voice came from behind him. Deep and concerned. Merlin wished he could see the man.

“My lord,” Tom bowed, as well as he could, which was strange.

Upon realization, Merlin’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, were these visitors noble? They never had nobility stay long enough to make comments on anything, only ever just passing through.

“I asked you a question.” The voice said again, with all the authority of someone who’s used to using it.

“This man is a sorcerer, sire. We were just-“

“What has he done?”

“Sire?”

“What has this man done to call for these extreme measures?” When no one answered him immediately, he rephrased.

“Surely there must’ve been a crime committed?” As if it’s a question.

Merlin’s mother pulled herself out of shock and brought herself forth.

“He did nothing, sire.” She spoke firm and unmoving. She must’ve seen hope in this man that Merlin had yet to lay eyes on. “He’s only ever used it for healing wounds and helping our gardens in the winter. Please have mercy on him, my lord. He is my only son.” Tears started falling as her voice broke. She finally met Merlin’s eyes again and he smiled at her, weakly.

“So this man-“

“Sorcerer.” Corrected Tom. What a dick.

“This man, did nothing but heal you and help you survive and this is how you repay him?”

Again no answer.

The man seemed to gesture at Tom, walking towards the town elder, and bringing him finally into Merlin’s line of sight.

The doomed boy nearly gasped.

Silver and red bled together in the sun, armor and finery melded like roses in white sand.

The man-the lord…the knight? He had golden blonde hair, that shone like it’s own light.

Blue eyes made even more obvious and striking surrounded by unblemished, sun-kissed skin.

“You seem to be leading the horde. Tell me why?” No, answer. “Cut him down.” A command. The stranger’s face was a hard, blank line.

Funny how, even then, he didn’t feel like a stranger. But Merlin was in no state to remember it.

“My lord, I do not think that would be wise. Your father was the one to wage war on magic-“

“I am not my father. Cut him down.”

Merlin swallowed. Uther Pendragon was the only person in his mind that waged the war on magic, that began the purge. Which means this man could only be his son, Prince Arthur.

What a prince he was.

Well, King, now.

No wonder every person in the vicinity practically dropped to their knees upon his arrival. They’d all heard stories of ‘The Just King’ that now reigned over Camelot. Giving whatever he could to his citizens that needed it most, never turning anyone away who seeks shelter. Merlin had heard the same as everyone else. Seeing the King in person now, he was in awe.

“I will not endanger the lives of all who live here.” Tom turns back to Merlin with the lit torch.

Merlin held his breath, but the second Tom turned away from him, the King pulled his sword. It made the loveliest sound as it left the sheath.

The sound of salvation.

Tom had the tip of a majestic blade directed right at his throat, as the King spoke again.

“I said, cut him down.”

The look on the King’s face was one that could kill.

Merlin wondered momentarily why he cared so much.

Finally someone from the crowd stepped forward with a knife and began to cut away Merlin’s ties.

Hunith leapt forward and engulfed her son in a hug, while also somewhat holding his body upright.

He did not want to let go, considering he thought he would never get to hug his mother again. But the entire village was watching them.

As was-

“What is your name?”

It was phrased as a question but spoken like a command. Merlin knew it was directed at him without opening his eyes.

He did, reluctantly, release his mother and turn to the golden King, facing deep blue eyes head on. Never cowering.

“Merlin.”

The King must’ve seen something in him. Something every other person was blind to or chose to ignore, simply because he was a peasant. He took a step closer and Merlin could hear the tiny tink of metal pieces on his shining armor, as he did so.

“Well, Merlin.” He said, as if trying it out for himself. “Seeing as I’ve just given you your life, I’d like to ask a favor.”

Merlin’s curiosity was peaked, to say the least. King’s didn’t ask favors, they took whatever they wanted.

King Arthur did not wait for a reply to continue.

“I’m in need of assistance. And I could use someone with a gift like yours, specifically.”

Merlin narrowed his eyes in minuscule doubt. Doubt of intentions, doubt of his safety.

The King somehow knowing his exact thoughts said

“Of course you would be permitted to come back when you are needed. And when I have accomplished my goal, if you wish, you can leave. I will not keep anyone against their will. I am simply offering.” A small smile played on his mouth. Flush pink lips. He also held up his hands as if to say ‘I will not harm you’.

Merlin’s gut told him to follow this man.

Terrifyingly, his intuition told him to follow this man, practically a stranger, anywhere. Everywhere.

Merlin felt a pull he’s never felt before. In the moment, he assumed it was immense gratitude for saving his life.

Merlin turned to meet his mothers eyes, he already knew what she was going to tell him.

“I think it will be good for you. To get out for a while.” She smiles softly.

“Will you be alright?” He whispered, glancing at the crowd still gathered around an unlit pyre.

“I’ll be fine.” She grabbed him in a bear hug, like she always did. “And if they boot me out, I’ll come find you.”

Merlin sighed into her shoulder.

“Alright.”

When Merlin turned back, the King had turned his eyes to the ground, giving mother and son a moment of privacy.

Merlin was starting to warm to him already.

“Can I pack first?”

King Arthur met his gaze then, doing that half smile thing, again.

“I suppose.” He nodded. “But don’t dawdle we need to move if we want to make it back before sundown.”

“Yes, sire.” The title which usually held reverence and respect, was laced with sarcasm. He didn’t seem to think twice, as he strode away towards their hut to gather his things.

If Merlin had looked back, he would’ve found a fully beaming King looking after him and about six knights with faces of complete shock.

And perhaps, one knowing mother.

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur fic #merlin and arthur #hunith #king arthur #Ealdor #might continue #longer version will probably be on ao3

[chocolate-crab]

Smiling. He was smiling. Covered in someone elses blood. Bodies all around him. Death all around him.

It was a strange sight, unfamiliar and eerie. Placing a shaking hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming, she felt the fear creep up on her, and she started to slowly and quietly back away from the horrific scene.

"Don't bother, sweetheart. I already know you're there~"

His voice.. It wasn't his. It was wrong. Everything was wrong. As he turned to face her; eyes feral, smirk distorted - hands still dripping with fresh blood, his usually white robe stained, fear took over, and she ran.

A loud, violent, hysterical, disgusting, laugh filled the otherwise silent night around her, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. That man.. that thing, it wasn't him. It couldn't have been him.. He would never..

A flash of white in front of her, then blurry darkness as she fell to the ground from the hard hit.

"Consider yourself lucky. He likes you, and I don't know what he'd do if I hurt you too bad.."

She groaned, struggling to get up, panic increasing as she groggily noticed him squat down to her level; wet, cold and sticky hand grabbing her face, oddly soft. His thumb stroked her cheek, and when they reached her lips, she could hear him growl. Or was it a purr?

"Still, I don't get this chance very often."

The pain in her head throbbed, adrenaline the only thing keeping her awake.

"Please... don't..."

His words making her blood freeze, that tongue ring klicking against his teeth as he licked his lips hungrily.

"Might as well make the most of it.."

Her body finally gave out, slipping into unconciousness.

His laugh was an animalistic screech.

Inside, Shinji was frantically begging him to stop. He wouldn't.

#tw? tw. #bleach #shinji hirako #shinji x reader #shinjis hollow x reader noncon? dubcon? idek how to tag this #might delete #might continue #we'll see #chococrab scribbles

[yourbuerokrat2]

Guinans nightmare

She was alone in Ten Forward. Not because no one board had need of her guidance or want for her drinks but because she had closed it.

An all too human sigh, a testament to how used she had become to the company and the habits of one of her favorite species, escaped her lips as she passed by the empty chairs and tables.

Standing before the glass that separated her from the universe she realized that she did not feel alone.

She felt lonely. A rare sensation for her since she started her job as the bartender that was usually reserved for the times she remembered her former spouses or when she contemplated the fate of her own kind.

Today or perhaps better to say tonight her feeling of emptiness was caused by the absence of someone she considered very dear.

Of course, there were rumors going around as to what was the cause of the Captains disappearance. The hopeful ones were speaking of stories of some kind of secret solo mission, others spoke of the captain being lost in time and space but surely on his way to find a way back and some scared voice even brought up the Borg.

Rarely anyone however had spoken of the most obvious reason: Q.

Well, that was not entirely true.

Q was actually brought up first, when the Captain was at first no longer found anywhere on the ship. Probably forced to participate in some game of Qs or maybe the captain would appear in less than an hour and tell them about the latest Trial he had been forced to go through.

The longer the Captains absence went on the lesser Qs name was uttered and the more other explanations were sought out.

It has now been two months and Riker was now officially appointed Captain until Picard would be back as everyone on the senior crew insisted.

"Bring him back." she tried project her thoughts, her anger and to bait and satisfy the entity enough to pay attention to her demands even her fear out into the vastness of space.

"He is not yours. No matter what you try to convince yourself of.

So bring him back."

She allowed a hint of desperation in her message.

And after a short while as she hoped, demanded and cursed, she recieved an answer.

"No."

#fanfic #fanfiction #could be either #dark qcard #or platonic qcard #you can choose wether Q actually did this or wether it's just a nightmare Guinan has #the horror of the absolute powerlessness everyone would have if Q simply decided to do something like this #might continue #jean-Luc Picard #Q Star Trek

[helpbutton95]

Falling.

The plummet of your stomach as you fall.

The feeling when you're brain is still awake but you're body is asleep.

That was what it felt like.

The shimmering of the portal as she passed through was practically imperceptible as she watched with acceptance. The tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. To show her true emotions behind a carefully sculpted mask Ava had chipped away at for nearly two years. She didn't need to hear the words back, she knew. Ava liked to think she had always known, deep down. Although six months travelling across Europe together, sleeping in the same bed. It was something else.

She was still falling.

Falling so hard it made her heart stutter.

The weightlessness.

The thought of her heart slipping into her throat in a pounding, blinding realisation.

It's like she's drowning in it. Water filling her lungs as she struggled to breath.

Then she's gasping. Her eyes blinking open.

She's dead.

Ava Silva finally died.

She was in heaven.

No.

The other realm.

The one they thought was heaven but wasn't.

Reya's realm.

There was a faint whooshing above her. Familiar yet distant.

Ava squeezed her eyes, she wasn't ready to not see Beatrice stood on the other side of that portal. To not see her again.

There was movement and Ava felt her heart pulse in her chest. She was going to have to face the reality of her situation sooner rather than later.

She opened her eyes and was met with white. No, a white ceiling. A turning fan. Her stomach plummeted. Orphanage. She tried to feel her toes and felt relief wash over her as cotton sheets rubbed her calves.

Bed.

She was in a bed and she could feel her feet and legs. Not the orphanage.

"Are you planning to sleep all day again?"

An familiar yet oddly distant voice came through. Sharp and piercing. An amused tone of an English accent, that she doesn't know exactly where from. Related to the queen, she had joked on their first and last drunken night together.

Beatrice.

As quickly as she sits up, the nausea swells in her stomach.

Ava swallowed away. Beatrice was here. Ava had survived, she was back, Bea had saved her. Just as she had saved her so many times before.

But as Ava's vision clears, something's not right.

Beatrice is still Beatrice. Soft long brown hair, in a loose braid down her back. Thought filled brown eyes, occupied on removing her jacket, a hoodie, Ava distantly recognises.

No, what isn't right is Beatrice's face. Not that anything is ever wrong with Bea's face, absolutely not, it's- well- it's perfect but it's different. Older. Her jaw is more angular, her posture far more relaxed than Ava has ever seen it. In fact, she was certain, Bea couldn't relax that much. Her hips are slightly more filled out, and she's just different.

Was the cat's cradle doubling as a time machine? No, don't be ridiculous. Beatrice's voice echoes in her mind. Think logically.

She was in a dream? Surely, it must be a hallucination. Or maybe that's what death was like? Stuck in her ideal dream.

But this felt real. The way her hands ran over the soft sheets beneath her, the smell of Beatrice's perfume that she had become so accustomed to smelling when they were in the Alps. Ava looked down, she's not naked, but she's not exactly well clothed. In a bra and boxer briefs she pulled the sheets closer to her chest as the other hand ran through her chopped locks. Still just below her ear, ok that was the same.

But in her underwear in front of Bea? She's surprised the nun hadn't had a scowl on her face.

Maybe they were back in hiding? incognito had no place for habits after all. Ava spared a glance up at Bae who was now untying the braid, a soft hum spilling from her that made Ava far more relaxed than she would have liked.

God, what was happening?

"Are you alright?" Beatrice asked, her eyes finding Ava's in the mirror. Ava felt pinned. God, she was still way too good at being an interrogator.

Play it cool.

"Uh, yup, just you know, waking up and getting ready to will myself for the day," Ava grinned as she stood from the bed. She needed to test Bea's reaction.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes at her response. The same eyes unashamedly looked over Ava's body for a second, a split one, but Ava caught it before darting back to her face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, just peachy, you know me, just like lying in bed, lounging some may say," Ava laughed, finding flannel pyjama bottoms on the floor. She tugged them up her legs and paused as her eyes caught her hip. Scars. She didn't have scars. The halo made sure of it.

Ava ran her thumb over the ridged skin, soft and uncomfortable to touch. She gasped at the feeling.

"Are your scars bothering you? I can get the salve from Dr Salvius," Beatrice was quick to stand, ready for action and it made Ava take a step back.

"No," she protested. Beatrice seemed to reel from her haste. "No, I'm- uh fine, just fine. I'll be fine, I just need to get ready."

Ava trailed off, her mind couldn't keep up and she felt like she might puke. She had scars. Beatrice was older.

Time machine was beginning to look more and more plausible.

"So, you're fine?" Ava's eyes snapped back to Beatrice's. Her tone was teasing but her eyes were far more analytical than Ava remembered them being on her.

"Yeah, totally," Ava dismissed with a grin.

Where the hell was she?

               ------------------------------------------------------------------------

In a darkened room.

A small window lets the setting sun filter in.

On a bench lies a woman.

A woman that is all too familiar to the observer.

Her hands battered and bruised. Her body still bloody.

Footsteps pull the watcher's eyes from the young woman.

The arrival waits. Silent and awaiting instruction.

"Send an urgent message."

"What shall I say?"

There's a silence. A pondering.

"Tell her the Warrior Nun has returned."

#avatrice #warrior nun #save warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #giving it a go #don't judge me #it might be crap #but oh well #might continue #might go back to my lair

[s1lver-bullet]

Not Quite Home. (Drabble, Planeswalker Jowi)

Jowi arrived home, finally returning to… his house in America? Weird. He hadn’t been trying to come here, so why did he end up here, and not in Japan, where he’d been trying to land? Even for the Infinite Refraction surrounding Gaia, this was unusual. He’d always been able to land where he had chosen on his planeswalks before. Did he maybe get sent off course by overlapping timelines? Only a problem going to his home plane, he figured. But now that he was here, he could just walk again, and go to Japan, right?

He walked around the house as he thought, looking at pictures on the walls, noting that they were still of his family, so he hadn’t ended up in someone else’s house. But, oddly… there seemed to be only pictures of him as a child. And a lot of pictures of his parents with a girl he’d never seen before.

“Well, I’ve definitely never seen her before…” he mumbled, picking up one of the picture frames, flipping it over, trying to check the date on it, if any, only to be interrupted by the lights flicking on, and a familiar voice speaking up behind him.

“Who are you… and what’re you doing in my house?”

Jowi turned to face the source of the voice, raising an eyebrow. It was clear to him now, that he’d accidentally planeswalked to the wrong Earth. His eyes settled on the figure of his mother, older, certainly, but still very clearly his mother.

“…Mom?” He asked, too stunned to think of a proper excuse, before processing that she had asked who he was, getting cut off before he could say anything else,

“You’re not my son, he’s dead. Just because you might look a little bit like him doesn’t mean you’re gonna trick me! It’s in bad fuckin’ taste to pretend to be a dead kid.”

“Dead…?” He asked, putting the picture down, “How did I…”

Dumb question. If she was here, and he wasn’t… there was an obvious answer to what happened.

“The fire… I died instead of you…” he whispered, only barely having enough time to raise his arms in defense, as the girl from the photos came from upstairs, and threw a mighty kick

Even if he did block it, the impact was heavy, sending him tumbling out of the room, and through the front of the house, rolling to a stop in the street, quickly rising to his feet, and preparing for another attack. The girl continued her assault, and came running out, wearing simple pajama pants and a top, continuing to attack the perceived intruder.

“Athena, wait!” Alayara called, as Jowi fended off her blows. The girl was good. As good as he was at her age, and probably as strong. But she was still just a teenager, battling against a hardened Planeswalker. And she was using all of Jowi’s own moves. The Tycho Style he knew all-too well.

“I won’t let you just break in, and torment my mom! I don’t know or care how you got in, or why you’d pretend to be Jowi, but-“

The elder Tycho cut her off, stepping past one of her punches, and finally counterattacking, his fist meeting her gut, and sending her tumbling down the street. She tried to get up, but winced in pain, having never been hit by someone her own strength, she’d never actually taken much damage.

“Nobody ever just listens… I am Jowi… but not the one mom would know… I’m just in the wrong world…”

Alyara raced out from the house, carrying with her, a pistol, and pointed it at Jowi, “Stay away from my daughter. I don’t know what you want, but you picked the wrong house to-“

“I wanted to direct movies!” Jowi shouted, cutting her off, “Horror movies! Because me and Karla always watched them when you weren’t home even though you told us not to! Mom… it’s me, Jowi… just not your Jowi. I’m… from another Earth. In the fire, on my birthday… you died to save me. I guess, here… I died instead.”

Athena, finally managing to shake off the blow from earlier, began to stand up, “What a load of bull! Like anyone’s gonna believe…”

She trailed off, as her attention turned to her mother, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks, as she dropped her gun,

“Do you… what did I get you for your birthday?”

Jowi sighed, reaching into his jacket, and pulling out a small locket, partially melted, “A picture of you and dad inside it… doesn’t open anymore… melted shut in the fire. It’s… all I have left of you in my world.”

Alyara took a few steps closer to Jowi, reaching out, and gently touching the side of his face,

“Your eyes… show me. And I’ll believe you. You can’t fake those eyes.”

Jowi nodded, closing his eyes, and opening them again after a few seconds, glowing a sim crimson red in the night, before his mother finally embraced him,

“My baby boy… all grown up… and I wasn’t there?”

Jowi, finally relaxing, for what felt like the first time in years, hugged his mother back,

“Just… just me, dad and Karla. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to come here… to dig up those memories of your son… I was just trying to go home. Being here… was an accident.”

Alyara just hugged her son tighter, continuing to cry into his chest, not wanting to let go of her son a second time, as Athena stumbled over,

“So… you’re my big brother, huh…? Emphasis on big, you’re almost as tall as dad.”

“I guess? I don’t… I don’t really know you, uh… Athena. But you’ve got good form. You keep your feet a little too close together though.”

She scoffed, punching him in the arm, and heading back to the house, “Come on. I’m tired, let’s just… get back in the house, and worry about all of this tomorrow. I don’t know how you got here, but if you leave and make mom cry again… I’ll kick your ass. Don’t care how I have to find you.”

“I guess… I guess I can stay for a day…”

((End Part One))

#might continue #might not #kinda long already

[ask-anti-cosmo]

A.c x fairy reader fluffy

((Yes hello, DISCLAIMER:

I am rubbish at fluff, but I was honestly too excited about getting an ask AND Friday the 13th on its way, I did my best. Yes it's still Friday 13th here, shush)

You were in fairy world, your home. All with it’s pink cloud streets, cutesy houses and rainbow bridges. You glanced up at the big wand, the thing that gave your kind the magic they needed to go to earth, create everything you need, or grant wishes to children. Seeing the wand was always a relief to you, since occasionally it has needed maintenance and living without magic was dreadful.

As you looked away from it, your eyes fell on a wanted poster of the infamous Anti-Cosmo. You sighed at the sight of him. You know he is an anti-Fairy, and that made him all scary and whatever, but honestly you couldn’t help but enjoy his looks. You’ve never met him, but have seen him a couple times during his schemes. You remember the fear you felt in the moment was gone so quickly, you thought you might have been sick. All you could do was look at his stunning green eyes and deep blue shades.

Another fairy passed you and saw the poster as well, cringing. “Ugh, that creep again. You’d think Jorgen Von Strangle would do his job properly and keep them all locked up!”

“They’re our opposites though, they contradict us in every way and therefore know us probably better than ourselves. In a way, they’re apart of us.” You suggested, making the Fairy give you a dirty look and continue on their way.

Most fairies couldn’t help but hate their counterpart. And to be fair, so do the Anti’s. Being opposites, you supposed it to be natural. You’ve tried to get along with your Anti to no avail.

You sighed at the lack of peace between your species and began to head home, flouting over the walkways, making you wonder why they were put down in the first place. You passed an alley where you heard rustling. You paused and peeked in to see a black cat looking through trash. You were out of it’s sight when it looked up, showing off it’s neon green eyes and deep blue collar. It’s fangs were particularly longer than an actual cat, making you consider that maybe this was a certain anti-Fairy in disguise. The only one most famous for that eye color.

You took a minute to catch your breath, getting excited to think that this is probably THE Anti-Cosmo. You wanted to take him home, but knew he’d be too clever to fall for it. You had to be subtle, let it be HIS idea.

You shuffled through you pocket and took out you wand, making some trash appear in your hand. You then casually walked up to the garbage can next to the cat and threw away the trash. You glanced at the cat and flinched before looking closer. “Huh, weird cat. Didn’t know Fairy world could even have strays…” you said, starting to walk away, but kept glancing back at the cat suspiciously.

You hoped he would assume his cover might be blown, but that he could stop you from mentioning it from anybody. You heard the shuffling behind you as you flouted away. You glanced back at him before speaking up, making it appear that you were nervous, and possibly an easy target.

You went straight home, the cat on your heels and you got inside. You slammed the door closed then inconspicuously opened a window with your magic so it would appear you carelessly forgot to close it.

You then smiled and acted relaxed and safe. “Okay! Now that that’s over, I can go finish that pasta!” you said and walked away from the open window.

You made it to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the container of pasta. You turned to see the whole house. Except for the kitchen was now pitch black. That did make you jump for real, and especially when the kitchen when black as well.

“H-hello?” you called, feeling the adrenaline start to pump as your hands quivered.

“Hello indeed.” A voice said as you felt window blow around you.

Anti-Cosmo stepped from the darkness, close to you and narrowed his beautiful eyes. “You would tell anyone about me now, would you?” he asked.

You just stared a minute before shaking your head.

“Good.” He said bluntly and took the pasta from your hands, letting the house go back to it’s normal bright colors. “I’m starving, but this will have to do.” He said as he ate your food.

“Okay one, rude. But also, why are you in Fairy world? There are posters of you everywhere!” you huffed.

“My business is my own. I certainly wouldn’t share it with a goodie goodie fairy.” He said. Showing off his fangs. Wow. Those looked handsome on him too.

“Yeah okay but what are you going to do now? I know you’re here, they’re looking for you…it’s only a matter of time.” You told him, trying not to swoon over seeing his face so close.

“Nonsense, I can hide here and keep you with me so they’ll be no tattling to that brick of a fairy, Jorgen.” He said and finished eating. He fluttered up and came in front of you. “you try to run off and you’ll wish you could die.”

“O-okay…wow.” You whispered as you watched him. He didn’t seem to notice thankfully.

“I won’t be with you long…” he said as he took out his black wand and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Something wrong?” you asked and flouted closer. Hoping he’d make eye contact with you again.

He glanced up and put his wand away. “No, why would there be? Besides of course, the fact I’m holding you hostage in your own house and you’re not screaming.”

“What would screaming do?” you shrugged.

“You mean besides conveying and expressing fear?” he asked, now looking and you slightly suspicious. “You a little too calm for someone in your situation, what are you hiding?”

“What are you hiding?” you asked, trying to look at his wand. He kept it from your sight before grabbing your arm. “give me YOUR wand.”

“Trade me.” You reasoned. He hesitated but did as you asked. Sure enough, his wand had a crack in it, meaning it wasn’t long till the fearsome Anti-Cosmo would have been magicless and helpless.

“So you want me to fix your wand with mine?” you asked making him look away.

“That was the idea. At least let me recharge it so I can head back to my own home.”

“Will you take me there?” you asked.

He looked at you funny. “Why would I do that? Even if you do tell on me, I’ll be long gone.”

“Well, I’ve long ago put a spell on my wand to be sure it only works for me, so without me…” you shrugged and looked away.

“I…why would a fairy want to go to Anti-Fairy World? Isn’t it a bit dark for your liking?” he frowned, his brows furrowed.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t judge someone before knowing them.” You suggested before hearing a siren go off outside.

Anti-cosmo flinched at the sound and held out his hand. “Quick! Charge my wand!!”

“Will you take me with you?” you asked.

Before he could answer, the light from your wand went out, making you both stare at it a minute. You quickly turned on the TV to find the news. Jorgen Von strange shoved the usual news reporters out of the way.

“Attention fairy world! Anti-Cosmo has been sighted. To ensure his capture, we have set everyone’s wands to reduced power, and have guards at the rainbow bridge. Not enough magic to leave fairy world, or do any big act. It will be this way until we find him! If anyone sees anything, report it immediately.” He yelled in his German accent.

Anti-cosmo cussed and stepped away from the TV.

“Does he know your wand is broke?” you asked him.

“Of course he does, who do you think would be strong enough to do so?” the anti-Fairy huffed.

“Well, guess you’re stuck here.” You shrug.

He looked back at you curiously. “You’re not going to report me or anything?”

“Why? I’ve been wanting to meet you for years.” you smiled.

“…Really?” he narrowed his eyes.

You gave a light shrug with a smile. “either way, I have enough magic to make us food and everything we need, so... Just make yourself at home.” You smiled.

“Bit too fluffy for that. But I’ll do my best.” He said looking at your cutesy, brightly colored decore.

“I'll prepare you a room. We can make it more to your taste of you want.” You offered.

He was quiet for a minute but agreed. You helped him design your guest room to his liking, which was very goth looking but it certainly made him look more relaxed. You left him in the room to go about your own business.

He spent the rest of the day in his room. Even 2hen you brought him food he’d take it but quickly seclude himself again. Which was a bummer but you accepted he had a stressful day considering he’s being hunted by the toughest fairy in the universe. You’d be stressed too.

You decided to end the day with some earth TV. Fairy TV only had boring soap opera’s and over dramatised reality TV. You turned on a thriller and relaxed with your popcorn.

You heard a door closed in the house and smiled to yourself, thinking Anti-Cosmo was wandering the house a little now that it was dark. It was completely silent except for the TV, no footsteps from the fact that he flouted, but it made you try to listen even harder for where he was in the house. It didn’t make you nervous (well, maybe, but just cause you’re watching a thriller movie) and yet you jumped when your fairy crown was flicked off your head and clattered to the ground. For some reason that made you more nervous than if he had just tapped your shoulder or actually touch you to jump scare you.

“Oh, earth TV?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, fairy TV is just so…”

“Dull for being made by magical beings?” he smiled and sat in the couch. “Sickeningly fluffy? Tries to mimic all the worst things about earth TV?”

“All of the above?” you added with a smile. He was warming up to you. If a fairy and Anti-Fairy could even just be friends. Then it would show the two species that you’re not so different from one another.

“Either way, interesting choice for a show with an anti-Fairy in your home.” He said, watching the thriller with you.

“Does Anti-Fairy Tv look like this?” you asked.

“Pretty close to it. Usually there are shows about better ways the spread bad luck and downright horror’s. This is pretty tame, but it is making me feel less homesick.” He sighed and crossed his legs.

“That’s good. I’d love for Anti-Fairies and Fairies to learn to get along. Maybe not mix our world’s, but at least not trying to destroy each other.” You told him.

“Ha!” he rolled his eyes. “As if. Who would benefit from that?”

“Uh…everyone?” you frowned. “like, not having to fear Jorgen Von Strangle lifting this house, grabbing you and hucking you back into prison? Not to mention, there has to be something you like about fairy world? After all, no one loves every inch of their world. Like, maybe there’s a bakery in fairy world who makes the cake you love the most or something.”

He stared at you and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous, of course I love every inch of my anti-Fairy world. It’s my kingdom after all.”

“I think you’re just trying to put on a tough guy act to keep up your fearsome king act. Surely there’s something you like here.”

He thought for a bit. “Alright, fine. I will say I love the bowling alley’s here. Earth ones aren’t magical enough, and we don’t really have them in Anti-Fairy world. Everything is spiky and jagged there, not fit for bowling.” He shrugged.

“Bowling huh? I could make us a Bowling alley in the house.”

“With what little magic you have left?” he inquired.

“its not that little…but yeah we may have to wait till Jorgen lifts the earth ban.”

“Well then, when that time comes, I’ll just have to show you why I am the king of the anti-Fairies.”

“Ooh is that a challenge?” you grinned at him.

“As if a fairy could match up to me~” He grinned playfully.

The lockdown lasted longer than you thought, but Jorgen Von Strangle was no king, he could only lock down fairy world for no more than a week for such a circumstance. In the meantime. You and Anti-C9smo got to know each other more and to your delight he even seemed a little flirty with you. Not that anything ever became of it, after all, there still felt like a variety between you two with the differ in species.

Still, you planned to make the most of his stay and scooted closer to him on the 6th movie night. Jorgen had to lift the van any day now. And you wanted to try one thing before Anti-Cosmo could even escape. It was simple, but you had always wanted to try.

Tonight, you planned on holding his hand, whether he knew it or not.

#anti-cosmo #anti fairies #anti-fairy #fairly odd parents #fairly oddparents #jorgen von strangle #i tried #fluff isn't my specialty #to be honest most fluff kind of bores me #though this had an interesting start #might continue #i was just rushed #cause the day ends in 2 hours #i had half of this written like 2 weeks ago #im sorry

[ohangelmyangel]

Once upon a time there was a green man and a box boy. BoxBoy called him Dad but GreenMan only answered to Turkey which was weird because he had never tried turkey before. BoxBoy was proud to admit he had had it once before. But he didn't like it so he pretended to be deaf whenever the name came up. He probably was a bit deaf though. His ears were holes on the sides of his box head and most words got stuck in his leg-length long curly hair. Sometimes he picked them up for spring cleaning.

#might continue #oama

[everchased]

hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #oc: finch #my turn to draw my tav being cute with his vampire bf heeheehee lalala my turn my turn #because i'm weak for a hug and tired bitches snuggling #and for astarion still being nervous about his boundaries being pushed #waiting for the shoe to drop but it never does #slowly lowering the hackles #because it keeps getting reenforced that. it might be okay #anyway i continue to be abnormal about this game bye #my art #bloodoath

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike learns more about Michael’s childhood..

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #mike schmidt #michael afton #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf 4 #nightmare animatronics #plushtrap #nightmare bonnie #nightmare chica #nightmare foxy #nightmare freddy #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Michael hasn’t had a good nights sleep for literally most of his life #Mike might feel a little better about his sleeping habits #especially after hearing all that #Michael continues to win the ‘childhood trauma’ contest #my man deserves a good nights rest.. #that being all said Michael your nightmares are rad af #hope you get that therapy king 🙏🏾

[wordsinhaled]

i’m so totally normal about the fact that aziraphale’s last (known) deliberate foray into the queer community was when he learned the gavotte at the fictionalized hundred guineas club (!!!) in the 1800s and now in the 2020s he’s like “grindr? what’s that?”

many are talking about his repression which is very valid… and yet the thing to me that stands out about aziraphale is that he’s actually… incredibly stable in his identity and that identity IS incredibly queer. queer by the standards of heaven AND by human standards as well

metatron describes his “de facto partnership” with crowley as “irregular.” and in fact aziraphale in his entirety is irregular. he likes and makes it his business not only to understand but to be a connoisseur of all manner of things angels aren’t supposed to even remotely care about. food. music. books. theatre. sleight of hand. and more.

it’s the sort of behavior that would’ve gotten him othered, treated as a bit odd, in heaven even if he hadn’t chosen to consort all across the earth with a literal demon. and it IS treated that way - the fact is aziraphale even as an angel has got proclivities that set him apart from the rest of the host (even after offering him the highest position in heaven, metatron still acts deeply dismissive of him… like aziraphale’s bookshop is merely a quaint little hobby of his that can be easily transferred to another custodian, and not a literal extension of who aziraphale has become, full of his tartan and unique bibles and special vintages of wine and the books arranged in a very specific way)

so. aziraphale is a queer angel but of course he’s also queer to other humans. but in such a way that… he had his realization a LONG time ago, and put the matter very much to rest after that. aziraphale is perpetually something like several centuries behind schedule. he owns an ancient computer that probably continues to run windows 98 simply because aziraphale’s decided it should. he wears the same waistcoat and coat for generations because he simply likes them precisely the way they are and sees no reason to change them. but the idea that he doesn’t know how he comes across to others - of course he does. he knows he looks like your prim and proper grandfather and he prefers it that way

aziraphale looked around at humans in the 1880s and said: ah yes. this is where i fit. and promptly ensconced himself in that queer subculture. learned the gavotte. read his austen. loved crowley from afar. aziraphale is fiercely and vibrantly queer. just with the sort of assurance of someone who lives with his lover in a commonlaw marriage for decades and then shows up at city hall for the certificate once society decides it’s ‘allowed.’ like… he hasn’t had any need to know what grindr is because aziraphale’s ‘scene’ was a century and a half ago and it defined romance for him too.

but my favorite thing about aziraphale is how much of him is about appearances versus the truth. he can lie straight to angels’ faces and sleep at night. he knows he comes off soft but he once wielded a flaming sword. he dissembles helplessness but he’s far from it and he knows precisely how it makes others treat him. and at the core of aziraphale is rigidity, inflexibility of ideas… his sense of self is stable where crowley’s is malleable, and so on, and so on

and the fact that he’s continuously fixated on trying to misguidedly do the right thing, the fact that he seeks heavenly approval and wants to fit the world into his schema of good vs evil… in no way do i think that means he isn’t one hundred percent aware of how he feels about crowley or what it means about him by angelic or human standards. i’ve seen some folks saying that aziraphale doesn’t want to like kissing crowley and like… as much as i love me some brideshead revisited/atonement flavored angst; i put forth that it’s not internalized homophobia or queer panic but simply: “i’m trying to do the right thing for both of us and you won’t let me.” and “i wanted our first kiss to be different.” he was envisioning an entirely different flavor of romance than what he got but he emma woodhoused too close to the sun

like, y’all. aziraphale in all likelihood has a glorious collection of historical queer erotica. he just has a feathery diva coat hanging in his closet, and for what. “oh, good lord” he says at crowley’s revolutionary outfit in the bastille, while eyeing him up like an entire meal. he’s so good at affected propriety, at carefully constructed stuffiness, but between the two of them aziraphale’s got to be the one who has experience

aziraphale had been physically throwing himself at crowley the entire season. he orchestrated an entire regency ball so they could touch hand to hand. he spends the entire season (well, and season 1) looking at crowley like he’s particularly coveted. he looked at crowley before the fall like he was glorious and beautiful. aziraphale’s queer and he knows it and i think that isn’t his problem, it’s the fact that he wants to build a different sort of future for the two of them but crowley’s gone and thrown a wrench in it by reminding him of everything he can finally have. like. that’s the heartbreak. it’s how dare you make this ugly? i forgive you for our first kiss being all pain and salt. it’s my dearest, i wanted to make heaven as beautiful as you deserve. as sacred and safe for us as our bookshop. and i can do that for us, because once i held a flaming sword and i still remember how the hilt felt in my hands. and now the taste of you is in my mouth.

#coughs this is also why aziraphale’s a dom. but that’s a separate post #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #this continues to be an aziraphale stan account #‘aziraphale is traumatized’ and ‘aziraphale celebrates the part of himself that loves crowley’ are two ideas that can coexist #feeling a bit like this take might get me flamed whoops but. i’m deep in my az feelings tonight so i guess i’ve decided to share anyway

[spielzeugkaiser]

I come back for a hot second (and go into hiding pretty much right again) with some redrawn screencaps of what I'm watching currently!! 👀 All I have in me are the sillies-

#one piece #straw hat pirates #tony tony chopper #roronoa zoro #sanji #cat burglar nami #monkey d. luffy #from those scenes I picked you might be able to guess where I currently am on my rewatch 👀 #I NEEDED SOMETHING SILLY GUYS #and since I've seen opla I was like. what if. what if I do continue to watch it #(I originally have only watched one piece up to water 7 - maybe parts of the timeskip and sabody - that was YEARS ago) #I also need to add that I LOVE NAMI THIS TIME AROUND AAAAA #also sanji my pathetic wet kitten #CHOPPER!! ZORO!! LUFFY MY BELOVED #also I have not been sleeping on usopp guys

[artsymeeshee]

Toying around the idea of Dipper and Mabel going on ghost adventures when they’re older so I drew what they’d look like and their outfits. They might change later on if I continue the idea but for now I like them! Might get around to coloring this if I get the need to. (big if TwT)

#gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #my art #sketches #mystery twins grownup #might have that as the tag if I continue the idea #think Shane and Ryan from the watcher but it’s Mabel and dipper lol

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Soul healing

Damian was angry.

He was one of their best fighters, knew the layout of Arkham like the back of his hand, AND was on good terms with both Riddler and Ivy! Why wasn’t he allowed to help in the breakout? What was the point of making him babysit!?!

Father had said he was to keep the child safe but he’d neglected to say why. And honestly, the child was three months old. Who would be hunting down an infant, why would they be hunting down an infant, and what would they do with an infant? If anyone was after the child, that is.

The infant in question was babbling incoherently and rolling around on her stomach. She squealed and he huffed. All he knew about her was the information in her file, which was surprisingly little. Three months old, no name and orphaned, she was of Brazilian heritage and her blood tests located her place of origin as Blüdhaven. She was moved to Gotham to be fostered, which is one of the stupidest decisions he’s ever heard of.

The foster parent in question was Daniel ‘Danny’ Nightingale. Nightingale showed incredible intelligence, graduating upper primary school two years early and high school in two. Currently a student at Gotham University Nightingale was double majoring in chemistry and aerospace engineering when he decided to apply for a New Jersey foster license, which he was given due to already having one in both Wisconsin and Ohio as well as his incredible record.

Nightingale was in the room with him and the infant. He was 14 years of age and had short black hair much like himself, but Nightingale was disturbingly pale and had almost ultramarine blue eyes. Nightingale was sitting with the child in front of his place on the couch. There was a gate in a circle connected to each end of the couch that contained a multitude of children’s toys and a few books. The infant was currently playing with a keychain-like toy while Nightingale entertained her.

One part of him wanted to sit and stew in his contempt, but the other, the son of the Bat, was deeply curious. What was so special about this child that it warranted him–an Al Ghul, Robin, heir to the mantle of Bat and Demons Throne–to act as bodyguard? Was it her heritage—correction, what was her heritage, because there was no other reason for her to be hunted. What else could it possibly be?

But when he began paying attention to the infant, it made him realize that the child was not the oddity he was sent to watch, but Nightingale. Nightingale acted normal for the most part, but when the infant made a certain sound–a loud shriek–his pupils would retract and slit before expanding again, like a cats. That wasn’t the oddest thing he noticed.

Nightingales teeth were sharp, and the more he babbled and cooed at the infant the more teeth Damian could see. It appeared all his teeth were canines except for the teeth in the normal place for canines. Those four teeth were long and thin, like a vipers. When the light hit his eyes his pupils shimmered, like a cat or an owls. His ears, which were slightly pointy, twitched every now and then. His nails were noticeably sharp as well, and his voice would sometimes distort. As if a record player were malfunctioning. And the infant would respond! Respond in that same distorted tongue. That loud shriek would turn into a two second wail that made his heartbeat rise to his ears and his vision blur. Then she would giggle or coo and it would end. He had to do something. Those wails were coming more and more often now, and she was starting to lose shape.

“What is this?” Damian snapped. “Don’t worry,” Nightingale told him gently, “this is normal for her species.” He blinked and processed his words. Species. She wasn’t human. “I’m surprised the Bat picked up on it,” Nightingale continued, “Humans aren’t usually susceptible to this sort of thing. But I also sorta expected it? Because he’s, y’know, Batman.”

Nightingale smiled sweetly as she shrieked again, her outline blurring and walls shaking. He could feel his teeth rattling in his head. Suddenly Nightingales jaw unhinged with a quick clicking sound, as if his bones were straining and breaking, and an even louder whistle-hissing sound came from between his now many, many teeth. She stopped, her mouth in an ‘O’ and her eyes wide. He didn’t notice before, but an infant her age shouldn’t have teeth. Especially that sharp. And her eyes were a light yellow color, like straw.

Then she giggled, and began babbling like she didn’t just use a sonic voice ability similar to Black Canary’s. “Dawww,” Nightingale cooed, tickling her, “she’s developing quickly! Garalings usually only start fawning when they start walking.” Damian watched warily. He didn’t want to get any closer, in all honesty. His ears were ringing.

But he was curious, so, so, curious. What was a Garaling? What was fawning and why did they do it after they began walking? Could all Garalings do this ‘fawning’? Compared to other Garalings, exactly how fast is she developing? Is early development common?

Start with the most important. “What is a ‘Garaling’?” Nightingale smiled at him again. “Garalings are an extradimensional species that reside in a place called The Valley. They act as lords of nature and patrons of a chosen plant or animal. Her fawning,” he tapped her nose and she giggled, “will soon turn into either an animal sound or a sound of her own.”

“Fascinating,” he muttered, “is it an attack?” “More like a call to arms,” Nightingale leaned back, relaxed, as the infant shook her toy. “Gathering her chosen animal or plant for whatever she needs.” Damian watched her chew on the toy, drooling and babbling.

“What are you?” “I’m dead. Well, sort of. How to explain this…” He thought for a moment. “Think of me….as the line between life and death, but not exactly limbo. More like I move the line. Sometimes more dead, and sometimes more alive. But always a bit of both.” Damian couldn’t help but be reminded of Todd. And himself.

“Your not from this earth.” Nightingale smiled sadly. “I used to be. But not anymore. Even so I can’t bring myself to fully leave, though I probably should.” “Why? What makes you stay?” Nightingales eyes drifted away, back to the infant. “I want to continue the life I never got to finish. Experience the things I never got to experience. Do what I always wanted to do, even if it’s too late.”

He could understand that. Nightingale looked to be his age. To be ripped from life so soon was something he worried about constantly. Knowing that Nightingale was…..He understood wanting to stay, to pretend to be alive.

“What brought her here?” Nightingales face tightened. “Cultists.” He sounded annoyed. “They exist in every world and their always fond of sacrificing children. Even though my summons specifically say if I’m offered children or anyone unwilling I’ll destroy the cult.” It took Damian a moment to understand the implications.

“….who are you?” Nightingale smiled at him again, and for a second his outline wavered like the infants had. “I am Danny Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms, the afterlife dimension. I rule over everything and everyone who’s died, if they’ve stayed dead or not. I am The Warm Winter, The Space Between, The Brightest Star. I act as Defender Of The Undead.”

“And what do you plan on doing with her? Why did you take her if you do not accept living offerings?” It was suspicious. Even though Nightingale–Phantoms titles painted him as benevolent, and his stance on sacrifice was very pacifistic, Damian knew better than to trust him just on those facts alone.

But he was being very honest, and it made him wonder why. Compared to Phantom, he was microscopic, a nuisance even. Why was he answering all his questions with seemingly endless transparency? “Because her parents were apart of the cult that offered her, which is unfortunately a common case. I had to bring her here because I already have another offering child going to school here.”

“Another?” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “How many children have you kept?” He suddenly had a feeling. Not a bad one, just…a feeling. Phantom thought for a moment. “Well the first was Sirius, she’s from a dimension where people are made completely out of star matter. She doesn't live with me anymore since she’s all grown up now, but she’s a really popular singer in the Realms! I can see if she set up her inter dimensional and universal site, her music is great!”

“Casey is my second, he was offered when he was about ten and he’s from a universe that’s essentially the same as this one but everyone has magic. He’s currently in his home dimension in school as well. He specializes in hydrokinese but he’s trying to learn Essokineses. He’s a really quick learner but has a tendency to either give zero or a hundred, no in between.”

“A few months after that I was offered a pair of twins in their twenties. Well, they were built to look to be in their twenties, their actual age is, as of now, seven. Their from a world where hyper realistic androids have no rights and are destroyed if they develop sentience, so when they did they were offered to me because they thought it would get through my rule. They named themselves Poppy and Posies. They don’t like to leave the Realm so their being homeschooled. They really enjoy learning and playing, and Poppy’s favorite thing to do is dance and Posies is jewelry making.”

“I got another infant from a dimension where everyone’s a centaur a few weeks ago. I named her Amaranthe and her lower half’s a sheep! She’s so cute. She’s not the best at walking yet but she loves jumping whenever she can. She likes playing perk-a-boo with the handmaidens. And the child going here is Aiden, he was offered a few months ago. He was originally from Kentucky but everyone in his hometown was apart of the cult and Lady Gotham likes me so we’re here now. He’s still rattled but being on earth helps him so he can stay as long as he likes. He wants to get into a trade school.”

“And this—“ Phantom tapped the infant on the nose, who giggled and grabbed his finger. “Is Velvet! Like I said she’s a Garaling from The Valley. I literally got her two weeks ago so her fake identity is pretty rushed and I think Batman could tell which is why you’re here. But I need to be here for Aiden, so she’s probably going to stay with me for at least another four weeks or until her room in the Realms is ready.”

“You have an adoption problem,” He groaned. God forbid his Father learn about this even though he knew he had to show him the footage being collected from his mask. Phantom laughed. “Probably. But it’s not like I could just give them away to someone else. Well, I could. But I don’t want to. I don’t have any family other than my sister, and she’s still alive. So it’s nice to have people running around the castle.”

He respected it. Even though he was suspecting Phantom was older than he appeared, his physical appearance was probably the age he died at, he was still going out of his way to take in not only traumatized adults and children but infants. He’d never dealt with infants but he had no doubt that they were a handful, even though Phantom said he had handmaidens he didn’t seem like the type to let them do everything.

“Have you had any problems with vigilantes such as myself? I know Batman can be quite forceful and rude if he encounters something he does not understand.” Phantom allowed Velvet to shake his fingers with surprising strength. “Nope! I’m very good at staying under the radar. That’s why I was so surprised when Batman sent you. Like I said, humans aren’t usually capable of picking up on things like the undead. But it’s probably that contaminated ecto you and him are covered in. Can I ask you about that, by the way?”

Contaminated Ecto? “Whatever do you mean by ‘contaminated’? What is this ecto?” Phantom held his hand up and Damian watched, fascinated and horrified, as Lazarus water bled from his skin and rose into a ball. “This is ectoplasm! Every ghost is made of it. It’s our blood, flesh and atoms all in one. Judging by the look on your face you’ve seen it before?”

Damian cleared his suddenly dry throat. “Uh, yes. We call it Lazarus water, and it comes from Lazarus Pits.” Phantoms eyes narrowed. “Pits? Like, a natural or artificial hole in the ground? It doesn’t move or flow in and out? It just sits there?” Damian told him yes and explained the way the League used the Pits, the effects of being revived or healed by the water. By the end Phantoms carefree attitude had left and in its place was someone who held himself like a king.

“Let me put Velvet to bed.” He waved his hand and the gate and various toys began to float and put themselves away as he picked up Velvet and walked away. He was alone for a few minutes, watching as the toys stacked neatly in a toy box and thinking. There was a whole species of people made out of Lazarus Water. Ectoplasm. Pure ectoplasm. What he’d experienced, had contact with, was apparently so corrupted that Phantom had noticed it.

Phantom came back and sat next to him, running a hand through his hair. “Ok, so; ectoplasm has a mind of its own. It connects with and enhances emotions. That’s why a lot of ghosts are angry or sad. Because the ectoplasm connects with the feelings they had when they were dying, and that’s why ghosts are so emotional. It’s all we’re made of. Some people don’t become ghosts but their emotions do. We call those blob ghosts.”

Phantom looked disturbed. “Ectoplasm can’t just sit there or else it’ll start to deteriorate, mold. It’ll become poisonous, borderline radioactive. It needs to be moving and connected with more ectoplasm to filter it out. Yes it does having insane healing properties but it’s not supposed to hurt you. Never supposed to hurt you. Again it has a mind of its own. Most ectoplasm wants to create new life, heal and help. If this Lazarus water is hurting people, it’s because it wants to. And that’s really, really bad.”

“You said it was boiling?” Damian nodded. “That’s also not good. Ectoplasm is supposed to be cold. That’s why most people who contact ghosts feel cold or the temperature drop. I’ve never heard of ectoplasm boiling before.” Phantom looked very troubled. “You said these pools are controlled by the League of Assassins?” At his nod he waved his hand and a small white circle appeared next to him.

Through the circle he could see only what appeared to be a bookshelf. Phantom traced the spine of a few before pulling one out and closing the circle, flipping through the book. Damian leaned over to read. It seemed to be a list of people. At first he didn’t recognize them, but then the name The Sensei appeared at the top of a page labeled ‘The Demons-Al Ghul’

It was a family tree. One he’d seen and studied more than a million times. It showed his ancestors, great grandfather, Ra’s, his Mother, Dusan, Nyssa, even Mara and I’son. And him. Phantom pointed at his name. “Is this you?” He swallowed.

There wasn’t any real point in lying. He already knew, but if his Father found out he’d get in trouble despite the recording showing Phantom had figured it out himself. “Uh, yes. Yes it is.” Phantom nodded then flipped more pages before coming across a map. He folded the page out and Damian saw it was seven small but detailed maps. Maps of the locations of the Pits.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, “Phantom you can not let anyone find this book. If this got into the wrong hands—“ Phantom laughed. “Don’t worry, Damian. These kinds of books are only in the castle library. No one other than me and my family can get in there.” He flipped through a few more pages before coming across one with a sketch of the Lazarus Pits. Phantoms eyes scanned the pages quickly, growing more concerned the more he read.

“Do you have any of these symptoms? The anger, lost time and enhancement?” Damian bit his lip. “I…used to. The Pit rage and blackouts faded after time and I have no enhancement that I know of. But, one of my brothers, Jason Todd…” Phantom muttered the name, opening another circle and pulling out another book. He flipped through it quicker than before and pointed at a page near the back.

“Jason Peter Todd-Wayne?” Damian nodded. Phantom sighed again. “He’s a revenant, an angry spirit that was put to rest and then forced back into life. It’s no wonder these symptoms stuck with him; this Pit probably attached itself to his barely formed core. It’s a miracle his body’s still functioning.”

“What’s a core?” Damian leaned over and red more names in the book, all unrecognizable. “A core is a ghosts soul. Each core has a sort of unique elemental power or structure to them. I have an ice core.” Phantom opened his hand and Damian watched as wisps of ice and snow rose out of his palm.

“Ok, so; a ghosts age depends on how long they’ve been dead for and how developed their core is. So someone who dies at a hundred will suddenly become a newborn ghost. Ghosts get more powerful with time, and depending on how violently they died they might become newborn ghosts who are already really powerful. I was one of those instances.”

Phantom opened another circle and pulled out another book. “Every new ghost will usually search for or be found by an older ghost who’ll become their caretaker or ‘parent’. These ghosts are supposed to teach the new ghosts about their powers, what type of ghost they are, how their religious beliefs will affect their afterlife. I had a really, really old ghost named Clockwork.”

Phantom flipped through the pages again and showed him one. It seemed to be a medical diagram of a ghost. It was fascinating; they didn’t appear to have muscles or organs, but rather this core acted as not only their stomach and heart but their brain. In fact their whole body seemed to be one big vein, the whole thing circulating this ectoplasm throughout it.

“Finding a new ‘parent’ is really, really important. Like I said before ghosts are nothing but emotions. So when we get lonely, it’s like a major depressive episode. We start hurting ourselves and others, we do things that go against our beliefs or moral codes, we do anything to bring any sort of attention to ourselves. Is this similar to anything Jason went through after being forced back?”

“I believe so? I don’t know what he was really thinking, but he definitely did horrible things that he would never have done before.” Damian didn’t miss the wording Phantom used. Forced. Todd didn’t come back to life, he was dragged back. Ra’s wanted to come back, his Father wanted to come back, he wanted to come back. But Todd had been put to rest somehow. Todd had moved on.

“If Todd had moved on before being forced back, why would he react so violently? If he’d been at peace, why all the anger?” Phantom closed the book and pulled out another, flipping through it to another diagram, but this time it was of a core. It was cut up the way he’d seen cells be in schoolbooks. “I honestly don’t entirely know, and I would have to see Jason or take him to one of my doctor's, but I think it’s because of the Pit.”

“As I said, ectoplasm is slightly sentient. But if this Lazarus water is working the same way normal ectoplasm does but maliciously, then Jason’s entire core might be made out of this corrupt ecto. It might have connected with one of his dying feelings, anger, and blew it out of proportion.” Damian bit the inside of his cheek. Todd would not be happy to learn his new soul is made out of mold and corruption. He’d take it the completely wrong way.

“How would we fix something like this? If a core is every organ, how would we get rid of the Lazarus water his very soul is now made of?” Phantom thought again. “Maybe we could flush it? Like, get him pills or an IV of pure ectoplasm and try to push it out. I don’t really know, but I know a doctor who might.” Damian hesitated before speaking again.

“…Would the Lazarus water fight back? Is it sentient enough to do that? What if by doing this it inadvertently harms him?” Phantoms made a displeased sound. He snapped the book closed and put it back in the portal before turning to him. “I don’t know, but I can find out. The book said there’s one of theses Pits in the Batcave, is that true?” He saw where this was going.

“My father would never let you in,” he started, “But you can bring me some.” Phantom finished. “I can get you some transport-safe tubes from one of my doctors, and they can look it over and find out how it works. If we find out a way to purify it, we may be able to use that to purify all the pits.” It was optimistic, but hell, he could use some hope in his life. And if he got caught, the mask footage would be his saving grace.

“If it is for the purpose of curing Todd of his Pit madness, then I will do whatever needs to be done. Where will you get these containers?” Phantom smiled and opened another portal, this time showing what looked like a laboratory table filled with beakers and containers with a green tint. Phantom grabbed five vials with stoppers and tongs. He handed them to him, and then grabbed a rack and gave him that as well.

“Want me to open one to the Batcave?” “If you wouldn’t mind.” That’ll make it far easier to get to and from, and lessen his chances of getting caught. Phantom stood and opened a much larger white circle, and it showed the closely guarded Lazarus Pit that was deep in the cave. He quickly filled the vials and went back in the apartment. “What now?” Phantom secured the tops with ice before replying, “Now I take this to the Far Frozen. That’s where the best doctors in the Infinite Realms are, they’re a group of Yetis.”

“How long will it take you? How long will it take for them to test it?” “I don’t know,” Phantom opened a larger portal, showing a frozen tundra. There seemed to be a large cave of ice in the distance. “But I’ll be back as soon as possible. We’ll find a way to get rid of the Lazarus Pits, and purify your brother. I promise.” He said it with such certainty and confidence that for a second Damian fully believed him.

In a flash of white Phantom’s hair had turned a snow white and his eyes Lazarus–ectoplasm green. He was wearing a black suit similar to a superhero’s with white gloves and boots, and he had what looked to be a crown of northern lights. He had a white cape that’s inside showed stars, and the absolute power he radiated almost knocked Damian down. Phantom smiled at him, reassuringly and calm, then stepped into the portal. It closed without a sound, and Damian was left with his thoughts.

#damian wayne x danny fenton #damian x danny #dead serious #ghost king danny #dc x dp crossover #damian wayne #danny phantom #Aw hell yeah WORLDBUILDING BABY #No dead serious in the actual mini fic but I wanted it to be an endgame #I might continue this? But you totally can if you want! #Please continue this #I have #So many fics

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DP x DC Prompt: The New Teacher

(So, I've seen a lot of prompts that have Danny go to Gotham and be a teacher but I don't remember seeing any with it in this direction, so on the chance that this is an original idea here we go!)

Jason was given a choice, or multiple choices. Babysit the Replacement on a mission that could last a week, go to Bludhaven and have some 'brother bonding time' with Dick who needed backup on a big case, or take a temp solo-gig in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere called Amity Park.

Well, considering he was still a bit hurt about the fact that B replaced him all those years ago and the pit loved to grab hold of that bit of frustrations towards his younger brother, that didn't seem like a smart idea. Dick wasn't an option either because he knew that would lead to 'talking about feelings' and other shit that he didn't want to do.

So he took the solo-gig.

It was supposed to be easy, at least that's what had been implied by the others he'd spoken to about the case. It seemed like most of the Justice League thought this situation was being 'exaggerated' because most of the time when somebody checked out what was going on there was nothing happening. No big take over, or kidnapping, or 'end of the world' situation, but there had been too many calls to put Bruce's mind at ease. The frequent calls mixed with the fact that the Government apparently had the area under a 'black out' made Bruce even more nervous.

Hell, if it hadn't been for the fact that Bruce was famous and that Scarecrow, Penguin and Riddler had all escaped from Arkham he would have been doing the case himself.

Which is how Jason ended up in a restraunt named 'Nasty Burger' looking at the news papers he had managed to get from a stand down the street while taking notes of things he had already seen. It wasn't just that the Government had cut them off, all of the tech in the city was easily 20 years outdated compared to the rest of the world.

Nokia phones, chunky computers, hell he'd even seen a kid with a PDA of all things. Thankfully, it looked like his tech still worked other than running slower than it should have, but thanks to modifications made by Barbara and Tim things were running better than he expected. But, they did struggle to have access to anything, specifically the news.

Hence the paper.

Ghost Boy: Friend or Fiend. A new vote cast by the city has found that the Ghost Boy - Danny Phantom - has had an astounding rise in support after the events over the Christmas Holiday. The new polls suggest that 43% of Citizens support Danny Phantom, with the majority of his support coming from the students at Casper High who insist that Phantom is a hero who has saved them countless times over the past few months. 49% of people still agree, however, that Phantom appears to be at the center of the majority of the attacks with many still claiming that he is the sole cause of the attacks. However, 8% of the population remain undecided, including many teachers, police and hospital staff. Upon seeing the new results of the pole Mayor Montez had this to say; "While I will admit that Phantom appears to favor the younger generation and frequently seems to come to their aid, we cannot forget what it has done in the past. Taken hostages, injured innocents, and caused millions in property damage. Phantom may not be a 'villain' in the typical sense of the word, but we shouldn't blindly trust him just because of a few good deeds."

So there was a... hero? Half hero - potentially villain - in Amity Park? That might have explained some of the calls they'd gotten from Amity park over the past few months. Still, he was concerned by some parts of the report.

Students at a high school were frequently coming under attack? So much that this potential-villain kept saving them? Just what was the cause? What could cause so many issues?

Jason looked up as he saw that same PDA kid talking with a girl with short black hair in a half-ponytail who was wearing a black crop-top. The girl seemed annoyed while the boy seemed worried about something.

"But it's Vlad, Sam... what if he does something?" He heard the boy whisper, "We should go back him up..."

"He doesn't need our help, besides Jazz ran away from home, remember? She got herself into this mess it's her problem to get out of it. Something that Danny should have learned a long time ago."

Jason frowned, pretending not to hear them as he hesitated then got up and walked over to the two younger teens. "Hey, excuse me."

The girl looked annoyed and suspicious while the boy looked confused.

"Uh, yeah?" Tucker asked.

"Hey, sorry to bug you both. But could you guys tell me about this... 'Danny Phantom' person?" He asked, holding the newspaper out.

The girl looked even more suspicious, "And... who are you?"

"And how haven't you heard of Phantom?" Asked the boy.

"I just moved to town." Jason admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, I'm just trying to catch up on all the town drama."

"You moved to Amity Park... willingly? Psh, what do you have, a deathwish?" The girl grumbled.

"Come on, I just moved from Gotham, which is worse?"

The girl blinked as the boy laughed.

"Furries vs Ghosts, who will win~" He said as the girl elbowed him. "Ow! What?!"

"Danny Phantom is a hero." The girl explained, "He showed up in April and has been protecting the town since."

"A hero, huh? Could always use more of those in the world, but the mayor seems to have it out for him."

Tucker sighed, "No kidding, man. Somebody framed Phantom for something really bad and no matter what he does to try to fix it the city just see's that incident as the only thing he's ever done. It was the first big 'public thing' outside of the high school so it was huge but it wasn't his fault."

The girl reached for her phone suddenly, looking at it before she answered. "Hey, Danny. What's up?" She was quiet for a moment, "Yeah, we're at Nasty Burger, wanna join us? Lunch on me?"

A quiet mumble came through the speaker before she smirked.

"I'll order for you then. Double or triple?"

More mumbles.

"Triple it is. See you soon." She said, then hung up. "Come on, Tuck, Danny is on his way for lunch."

"Hell yeah, see you later, dude." The boy said, then jogged off with the girl.

"A teacher? Yeah, it looks like there's some openings but why would you want to have your cover as a teacher?" Oracle asked as Jason sat in his hotel room, looking through the paper again.

"Most of the incidents seem to surround the High School, I want to see what's going on."

Oracle hummed, typing for a moment. "Alright, well as luck will have it, it looks like teachers are sparse at Amity High, at least from what I'm able to get using your connection... which is infuriatingly slow, by the way, are you sure you did it right?"

"I've done it a million times, of course I did it right."

Oracle grumbled, "Stupid Amity black-out. Okay, so you have options. Most of the teachers have fucked off so all of the teachers in Freshmen year switch around to cover lessons or do mixed lessons. For example the English teacher also teaches Math and the normal Math teacher also teaches Science. So it looks like you could have any position you want and the school would just shuffle around the teachers."

"You said English is taken, right?"

"Yep, the teacher is named William Lancer and he- oh... wait, he's on a leave of absence due to injuries he suffered over Christmas Break. Concussion, broken arm, and bruised ribs, he'll be out for a few weeks."

Jason smirked, "Perfect. Sign me up."

". . . Jason, the English and Math teacher... never thought I'd see the day. Alright, I'll type up your application, send it in and casually push it to the front of the line. You'll be official by the time Winter Break ends in a few days. So get studying."

"Sounds like a plan, but I'll be fine, I mean our family is crazy and i deal with criminals on a nightly basis. How hard could this assignment really be?"

He would regret asking that question by the end of his first day as an Amity High School teacher.

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #my prompts #might continue this #maybe not #we'll see

[aimasup]

haha what if they were a 2000s DVD 3D-animated children's christian cartoon that got discontinued because the main villain went off script haha unless -

calling this the veggietales au until we have a better name

addendum: guess what ship this AU started out for. you'll never get it right

#might not even continue this #this just started as a regular demon hunter au but imo this is much funnier #my post #my art #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc bubble #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc gangle #tadc kaufmo #tadc queenie #tw christianity #tadc veggietales!au

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twitter's fucking falling apart, SO

i just made an instagram where i'll be posting all of my content in order, figured i'd post this here too just so i can get some extra eyes on it to help start it off!

#if things on twitter continue as they are #i might just not post there anymore