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dp-marvel94 · 1 year

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Face to Face- Chapter 52

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

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Spinning. Twirling. Wind caressing. Smile wide and bright.

Dipping down. A wide, slow river. Gloved hand brushing the surface.

Giddy butterflies. Ascending. Arms spread, head raised to the sky.

The moon, white and full. Twinkling city lights below. A celebratory laugh, core light as air.

Diving down, tail lashing. An excited yell.

A jolt. Suddenly pulling up short. Below…

A serene pond. The reflection of shining stars. Laughter quieting. A soft smile. Hand brushing water.

The familiar image. White hair and green eyes.

Waking up with a gasp. With a flailing jerk up, a body tangled in the blankets. A surprised squeak; Blobby went flying. And…

One foot hit the floor and suddenly… falling off the bed.

“Wha- Umph.” Something didn’t sound right with the words; an echo rang out.

With a shake of the head, the thought was dismissed. Hands braced the floor, pushing up onto all fours. Eyes stared down at ungloved fingers, bathed in ghostly green. A blink and…

His… their… mind stalled. Bare, pale, human fingers. No gloves covered them. But… that wasn’t right. He was stuck in ghost form. He couldn’t turn human. He hadn’t been able to since-

No wait. That wasn’t right either. That was just his bare hand, nothing out of the ordinary. Why was he surprised? He was the human half; of course, his hands were… human….

Eyes widened. Swirling ghostly light enveloped the hand. A bright white flickered, like electricity. A tingly feeling. And… his skin had a greenish tint. Then… neon green… ectoplasm, damp and sticky, stretched, molding over his fingers, like a second skin. A glowing white glove morphed into place.

His mouth dried, confusion and fear rising. They couldn’t transform. He’d been in human form, just a second ago. But… that wasn’t right. He was supposed to be in ghost form. Of course, his hand was glowing. Why wouldn’t it be?

Another flicker. Bare human hands. This wasn’t… this wasn’t right. Something had gone wrong.

Still kneeling on the floor, they… he tried to stand. But… a cold tingly feeling rose. Head turned down and their heart-core jolted. His knees…. they were intangible, stuck in the carpet.

Frantically, they tried to pull up. This didn’t make any sense! His legs were… were caught in the floor, sinking. Heart pounding, two arms flailed for the bed, for something to grab and pull up with. But they were facing the wrong direction, nothing in reach.

“Come… on.” Panicked muttering. “This can’t be…be happening!”

Fenton was human! He didn’t have any powers. He couldn’t get stuck in the floor! Was… was Phantom playing a prank? No! He wouldn’t play a prank like this! How could Fenton think that?! Why would he think that? He wasn’t doing this on purpose. Fenton knew that. Yes… yes, he knew that. Phantom would never do this to them on purpose. But-

His… their head hurt. It didn’t make sense. Something was wrong. Wrong. Something was wrong.

“Mom! Dad!” A yell, echoing, and then flat.

Panicked flailing. They were too hot, too cold. He was… too solid, not solid enough. His heart beat too fast, their core too slow.

“Danny!” Jazz threw the door open, her red hair vibrant and vivid despite the dark, despite their tears. Tears?

“Jazz! We’re…. We’re stuck. No. I’m stuck. No, that’s not…. What’s happening?!”

Their sister stopped, wrapping her arms around his chest. A hug? No... “I’m going to pull you up.” The girl bent her knees, hoisting. His body jerked, legs inching forward. But… Jazz grunted. “I can’t get you free. Danny, you’ll have to turn your legs intangible again and float out.”

“Float?!” A hysterical gasp. “I can’t float as a human. Phantom’s the one with powers. No, wait. I have my powers. That’s not-”

Mom and Dad burst through the door, hefting a bat and a wrench. “Kids! What’s-” “Where’s the-”

“Danny!” Their son’s name cut off the frantic questions, both parents dropping improvised weapons.

“He’s stuck in the floor!” Jazz pulled again. “Help me!”

Both adults ran forward. Three pairs of arms wrapped around the boy. A great heave and- “Umph.”

The ghost… the human dangled in the air, free of the floor. Then gravity re-engaged. He fell before flickering intangible and phasing through the arms holding them. They landed on the bed, tail lashing…. No, those were legs. But where was his tail?!

Blobby flitted above, chirping and just as distressed.

“Danny boy, what happened?” Dad asked, eyes wide and worried.

“I don’t know! I don’t understand!” Their chest heaved, the hair at the edge of his vision flickering from white to black to white. “Phantom and me were talking on the roof and I fell asleep.” His voice shifted, echoing ethereally. “Fenton fell asleep, and I carried him to bed.” The words flattened, tone bare and human. “I was dreaming, having the best dream ever. I was flying and suddenly, ghost me was there too. And I actually fell asleep! I was actually dreaming! It was amazing! But-” The speech quickened. “I… we woke up and we fell out of bed. And I was suddenly stuck in the floor. We couldn’t get out. And now something’s wrong!”

“Danny…” Mom hazarded, eyes widening with realization.

The boy didn’t register the word. “This isn’t…. There’s too much.” Their arms wrapped around his chest, a torso rapidly shifting from an old t-shirt in one blink to black hazmat in the next. The action should have been self-soothing but panic rose. “I… I feel like too much.” Too many thoughts, too many memories, too many words stuffed inside his… their head. “But… we’re not enough.” An ache, a cut, a fracture. Incomplete. Something missing. Almost healed but not quite… “This isn’t right.”

“Danny, I think-” The woman tried again.

Breath quickened. “It doesn’t make sense. I don’t have the powers. I’m the human.” They shook his head. “No. No. That’s not right. We’re supposed to be half ghost. But-” He cut off, echoing voice flattening. “I know that! We’re supposed to be half ghost but…but we’re split. We can’t merge yet.”

“Danny, take a breath. Try to calm down.” That was Jazz.

“No, that doesn’t make sense.” Gritted teeth. “Why does my head hurt?!” Everything hurt, a strange ache pressing on his skin, in their chest. It felt too full. Something pounded and something pulsed uncomfortably close together and yet… it was almost right, familiar…. A breathe. “We need to… need to think logically about this, Fenton. I’m trying to be logical, Phantom!” A hand waved, as if motioning someone else to be quiet. “Shush. We were just talking on the roof and- I fell asleep; I already said that. Now-” A finger tapped their chin. “Something must have happened when I carried you to bed. Maybe-” Arms spread, he scowled in annoyance. “Phantom, stop trying to use my mouth!” Fists balled. “We only have one mouth!”

Suddenly, that single mouth snapped shut. The words and their impact, their meaning, crashed over their mind. Wide eyes stared at their hands, their singular pair of hands. They only had one pair of hands, one body, though it was shifting. White and black hair, flickering at the edge of their vision. Pale peach skin and light blue-green, spreading and condensing in patches. Sleep shirt and hazmat suit, changing in the blink of an eye. And… his eyes. The cool burn of ghostly vision flickered like a dying light bulb; his eyes must have been flickering too, from icy blue to ghostly green.

For a long moment, they stared at the fingers, mind spinning, processing, putting the pieces together.

Then, Fenton… Phantom… Danny looked up. Wide eyes flitted among the other three family members. “We… I tried to fuse.”

“I can see that.” Dad chuckled, patting him hardily on the back. Then his lips turned down. “It doesn’t look like it’s working.”

The ghost boy frowned down again at his hands. No, it wasn’t working. They were shifting between ghost and human, human and ghost, form unstable and fluctuating. And on the inside… “There’s still two of us in here.” Now that they realized it… that line, that distinction between their two halves, they could feel it. Fenton and Phantom were still here and there was still a hole, a gap in between them but…

Mom’s brow furrowed, eyes shining with worry. “Do we need to get the ghost catcher? You can try again in the morning.”

“No!” The word came out loud and echoing, both halves replying at the same time. For just a moment, the shifting stalled, perfectly balanced between forms. A deep, deliberate breath. “Give us some time to… to equilibrate. We…” Eyes closed, focusing. “I can do this. I.” Singular, not plural. “I can do this.”

Phantom and Fenton were still there. There was still a wound but… it was almost just a scar. It was a mended gash, the tissue underneath knitted together and fresh. All that was left was for the scab to fall off.

“Are you sure?” Jazz asked, a hand on his shoulder.

The boy, who was almost Danny, nodded. “I’m… we’re merging but… I’m not done yet. I just… need some time.”

His sister nodded, smiling understandingly. “Alright.”

Mom and Dad stepped closer, both still worried but… their expressions softened.

“Whatever you need, Danny boy.” The man rubbed his back.

Mom took a flickering hand, rubbing her finger against the knuckles. “Take as long as you need. Do you want to try to go back to sleep?”

The almost-halfa shook their head. “There’s no way we’re getting to sleep anytime soon.”

“We can stay up with you.” Jazz offered.

The boy nodded, just enjoying his family’s presence, their gentle hands. They were touching him, comforting him, despite their flickering form. And just weeks ago, their parents would have been uncomfortable, even fearful to see, let alone touch them like this. The realization sent a warm feeling through his heart.

“I’d like that.” The two halves smiled, closing their eyes. He breathed… the song of the portal hummed, just at the edge of their awareness. The sound sent a pleasant lightness through his core. One eye opened, this one green. “Can we go sit in front of the portal? I think it’ll help.”

Mom nodded. “Of course, we can do that.”

“Great.” The boy scooted forward on the bed. Fenton tried to stand. At the same time, Phantom pulled on their core to float. The two impulses came at once and the body’s knees wobbled. He tipped forward.

Dad caught him. “Woo there, Danno.”

The almost-half ghost looked up. “We don’t think I can walk.”

“No problem, son.” The man’s arms wrapped around him. “Your old man’s got ya.”

With surprising ease, Dad lifted them, shifting the body into a bridal carry.

For just a second embarrassment flared; they were being picked up like a little kid. Intangibility flickered, body threatening to sink. But they closed their eyes. No, they were okay. The ghost part pulled on their core to steady them; at the same time the human took a calming breath. He trusted his powers, his ghost half. They weren’t going to fall through Dad’s arms. They were safe.

Their mind flickered back to the conversation that night, earlier with Mom and Dad. To the love and acceptance given, when faced with such vulnerability. Now he was vulnerable. Their body shifted. Their mind churned, straining to smooth out, to weave back into its proper shape. He’d never been more exposed. And yet, he could never be safer.

He relaxed in the hold. Calm, comfortable, at ease. “Let’s go.” Almost-Danny motioned to the door.

The man agreed, exiting the room and carefully walking down the stairs. The boy felt more than saw Mom and Jazz following. Moments later, the family stood in the lab at the foot of the stairs.

“We can sit here, on the stairs.” The almost-half ghost waved with one hand.

Dad put them down and they wobbled slightly before sitting. Mom and Jazz joined, on either side. The other adult sat behind. A chirp came from over his shoulder, Blobby drifting over to settle on their lap.

Not their lap. His lap. His. Singular, not plural. “Not we. Me. I’m only one person.” He said.

“That’s right.” Jazz leaned in, wrapping one arm around them. No, him.

“Only one person.” He muttered again. Only one. Singular. But that felt so hard, so distant after spending so long being two. A month as two halves in two bodies. One month as human and ghost separately. As Phantom and Fenton apart. But now… one body. One head, one pair of eyes, of ears, of hands, of feet. Almost one mind.

“Just relax.” His sister gently reassured, as if sensing the inner tension. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

The words nestled into their heart and core, drawing the dual beats closer. His family had him.

Silence fell over the room, only broken by the song of the portal, the sound only heard by the ghostly boy. He breathed, the music washing over them. So calming, so serene. And yet underneath… the hint of warning, danger, the call for caution. Still, it was beautiful. Their core buzzed, basking in the light and sound. Energy seemed to swell in their chest. He looked down at his still-flickering hands. In the ghostly blinks, their aura flared brighter; it must have been about the Witching Hour. The perfect time to sit in front of the portal and drink in its ectoenergy.

The boy stroked the blob absently, muscles relaxing. In front of the portal, surrounded by his family, warmth and safety enveloped. Breaths slowed, mingling, falling in sync.

Dad was saying something, voice low and warm. But almost-Danny didn’t register the words, just the tone. Just the love and care. Just the peaceful swirling of the portal. Just the arms around him.

His heart rate slowed, his body feeling tingly and distant. Their mind slowed, congealing, smoothing, softening even as the echo inside quieted.

One. He was one. One.

Gradually, slowly, the flare of ghostly energy calmed. The cold dwindled, drawing away from the surface. It folded, nestling in its home behind his heart.

“It’s starting to slow down.” Jazz commented easily. “The shifting.”

Tired eyes fluttered open. His hands… the white gloves lingered for three breaths before the white light flickered. Warmth spread, leaving human fingers behind. “‘Hat’s good.” They mumbled. “Was startin’ ta get… worried.”

A hand softly rubbed his back. “You’re doing great, Danny.” Dad reassured.

A sleepy blink. “Danny. Our… My name is Danny, right. Just… Danny.”

Mom hugged him. “Yes. And I love you so much, Danny.”

So many warm arms around him. “I love you, little brother.” “Love you, son.”

Their family loved him.

A hair's breadth from unity, the becoming-halfa softly drifted back into sleep.

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Phantom floated in front of the portal, the neon green of the Realm’s atmosphere to his back. He stared at the frame, where he had died. Where he had been re-created. His tail flicked under him lazily, calmly. Something was inside the portal, calling him.

Fenton stood in the lab in front of the portal. The mist churned, a voice inside calling. He wrung his hand, heart beating nervously but…. A sense of anticipation grew. This was where he’d died, where he'd been re-made.

Something was calling, drawing both of them, both of him, forward. The human stepped forward, a hand brushing the fog. The ghost flew, drifting closer cautiously. His fingers parted the veil.

Two breaths for courage. Mirrored hands lowered. Fenton and Phantom, even on either side of the portal, stepped through the opening as one.

Inside…. The tunnel. The metal walls and wires, melded and assembled by their parents, overlaid faintly green rock. Parts of the Material and the Infinite Realms mingled, within and beside each other. A liminal space. Both human and ghostly and between the two.

Just like them.

Serenely, the human and ghost moved forward. Three steps, a breath, and they met in the middle. Both smiled softly, eyes crinkling. Hands reached forward, palms meeting. Fingers curled, intertwining. The parts of their soul touched, a feather light caress, shining with joy.

Both felt it, heads turning to see the figure manifesting beside them.

“Here I am.” The figure, human with glowing green eyes, stared in awed satisfaction at his hands. He looked up, smiling at the two. “And there you guys are.”

Both human and ghost blinked for just a second, surprised. Then… the new figure flickered- ghostly with Fenton’s human eyes. Twin gasps. Excitement. Joy.

“Danny.” The word was breathed as one, in sync. Finally, finally with its proper depth and meaning.

This was their half ghost self. The Danny who was both human and ghost. Finally, truly, completely a halfa.

All grinning, the trio stepped forward, Danny grasping each half’s hands.

It struck like lightning, the sudden sensation stealing all breath. They gasped, dizzy and overwhelmed. But…. giddy laughter rose. Somehow, impossibly, they were all here, together. In this moment, they were Fenton and Phantom, and they were Danny. Human, ghost, and halfa. Past looking forward and future looking back. They were three, they were two, and they were one.

All laughed, disbelieving, awed. Finally, finally things were being set right. But….

A flicker of fear. The laughter quieted.

“I’m scared.” Fenton said.

“I don’t know what is going to happen next.” Phantom said.

“I don’t know how to be a halfa.” The two halves said as one. The memory… staring at their ghostly reflection in terror.

Danny squeezed his counterpart’s hands. “I’m not that boy, not anymore.” The fear of the future still lingered, swirling around them. Encroaching darkness. The half ghost pulled his selves closer. “We don’t have to be afraid. I’ll have Sam and Tucker, Jazz, Mom and Dad, Sidney.”

Hesitation flashed across Fenton and Phantom’s faces. The fear of release.

“I’m going to be okay.” A soft, swirling gratitude. “I won’t forget what I learned when I was you guys. I’ll remember.” Danny’s voice lowered, soft and tender. “You can let go.”

A long-drawn-out pause. Fenton and Phantom looked at each other. A breath and shoulders fell, relaxed. “Okay.” The human assured. “You’ll be okay.”

Neither released. Instead… the halves drew their halfa counterpart into a hug. The three embraced.

“I’m happy we’ve grown into you.” Phantom muttered into Danny’s shoulder.

“And I’m happy I was both of you.” Danny whispered.

The halfa closed his eyes. One last breath, in sync with his halves, their bodies pressed into his. Then… a pulling sensation. A push. It was like dripping into a pool. Eating a hot meal. Massaging a sore limb. Being wrapped in a blanket. Like sinking into bed.

It was cold and it was warm, and it was right.

When Danny opened his eyes, Fenton and Phantom were no longer in front of him but inside of him. Not as jagged, broken pieces of his soul. Not as raw, opened wounds. Not as voices in his head. But as memories, nestled into his heart and core. As parts of his past. As lessons painfully but gratefully learned.

Fenton and Phantom were back where they belonged. And as the dream faded, as the inside of the portal- the place where he died and where he was born- disappeared, so was Danny.

#Danny Phantom #my fic #Face to Face #Double Danny #Split Danny

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butlerettes · 1 year

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The Bookstore

Chapter 1

It was a gorgeous day. The sun was high above the sub-neighborhood of Los Feliz. You had just gotten your lunch and had a few minutes to kill. The only place that drew your attention was Skylight Books. An indie bookstore on Vermont Ave. You had rode your bike to soak in the rays of the sun. Plus, you wanted to ride off some of the calories.

Entering the bookstore, you took in the smell, the musk, the paper and the print. The way new books felt under fingers, how the print would smear. And the sheer joy it brought you. Walking over to your favorite section you find one of the books you have been looking for. “The Catcher in the Rye” has a plain red cover. This is one of your favorite books. You don’t have this cover. Moving your hand down the spines of the books you are almost transitioned to another realm until your hand lands on an interesting spine. “If he had been with me”. You pull it out. Just as you were adjusting your books, a tall man, with dirty blonde hair, messy, looked like he was also in a hury came down the same aisle. He was not paying any attention to you at all. So you ignore him. Because he is standing in the middle of the aisle you move around him. You pick another book, one you had heard about but never read, “Where the crawdads sing”. The movie was coming out, why not give it a read.

Adjusting your books yet again, you start the trek to the checkout counter. Not noticing the tall man had left, you turn the corner, running smack dab into the tall, blonde man. Books get flung down, flying into the air his books get knocked into you.You both lean down reaching for the respective books as both of you hit your foreheads together. You got a whiff of his cologne; it was inebriating. He grabbed your “Catcher in the Rye”, “This is my all-time favorite book,” He says. Looking into each other's souls. His eyes are very close to yours. So blue and near perfect. His seems brighter than yours. He starts to gather the rest of the books. He hands you, yours. “It’s not my favorite, but it’s up there,” giving him an answer. “which one is your favorite?" You pause, then nod, “I think it would be the Outsiders.” “That’s a good one.” You brush yourself off. You exchange apologies and you both walk to check out.

“Austin,” he mentions holding his empty hand out. You grab it and shake, “Y/N”, reciprocating. He smiles, “Nice to… uh meet you.” Giggling, you respond with, “You as well.” You were next in line. Putting your books on the counter, Austin offered to pay for your books but you declined. Thanking him, you went to unlock your bike. As you were getting on your bike you heard a husky voice saying, "Thanks again." He doesn't look your way. You both leave opposite directions.

You head back to work to finish the rest of your day reading a new author. You liked her work, but had to get it published. You work for Legacy Launch Pad Publishing. From the bookstore it is a 13 minute bike ride. You pedal fast to see if you can get there quicker. Starting the timer, you actually arrive in ten minutes. Parking your bike around the back, you head to your office.

Your office is small, but quaint. You have your desk with your computer. It's a mess. Mauscripts are covering it. You have sticky notes all over. There are two chairs facing your desk. Four book shelves adorn your back wall, filled with books, and a few knick knacks. You have a window and carpet on the floor. Your office is a little messy, you will clean it someday, but for now back to work.

You start to pack up from your workday, when you get a call. "Hello, this is Y/N with Legacy Launch Pad Publishing, how can I help you?" You answer. "Gross, everytime you do that it makes me want to hurl," y/frn says disgusted. "I have to answer the phone that way, you know this." You reply. "We are going out to eat tonight, want to come?". "Sure, where?" You ask. "Messhall Kitchen." She responds. "Around 6."

After dropping your bike off, you head to dinner. Waiting for you are your four best friends. You have been friends with Y/frN since elementary and the other three college years. Sitting at the table you discuss how everyone's day went. When it came time for your turn. You explain how your day went, "I also ran into a man. He's tall, sandy blonde hair, he smelled heavenly, and even offered to pay for my books." "Did you get a name?" quizzed Y/frN. "He said his name was Austin," you reply. She squints her eyes and scrunches her nose, "what is his last name?" "I don't know what it is, he never said." Your friend sitting across from you nearly spits her drink out, "You said he was tall, blonde, and smelled good. “Did he have messy hair?" "Yeah, I guess." Three of your friends' mouths open in unison. Looking at each other, the other friend says, "Babe, you met Austin Butler." Feeling like a total ass for not knowing who that was, you ask softly, "Who is that?" All of them started to talk at once. You finally hear one of them say, "Are you serious? You really don't know who he is?" "No, should I?" "Girl, he played Elvis in the movie." You should have watched that movie, but you just haven't had the time. Reacting, "Oh, It's on my watch list." "Please tell me it is at the top of your list." "Hey, was this the guy?" Showing a picture of Austin. "Yup, that's him."

#austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler x you #austin butler #austin butler angst #austin butler fluff #@purejasmine

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ceilingfan5 · 2 years

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10 with Taakitz?

The world comes back to Taako with all the colors bleeding like a soggy cootie catcher, the notebook paper of reality wearing thin at the seams. It might have one more mystery to solve in it, and then it’s all over, the damn thing is trash.

This is mush thoughts. Taako paws through half-formed concepts like he’s swimming in oatmeal prepared the way he hates it, all the little sticky chunks clinging to him and making him feel wrong. He really never has felt wronger. His whole body seems to be waging some kind of hideous crusade against him, and he doesn’t even know who to call about a fucking armistice of some sort. He blinks up at the ceiling and listens to the noises and smells the weird smells, but doesn’t really remember that he’s a full person until Kravitz comes back in the room. And then, of course, he lights right up.

“Heyyyy, Kravvy.” Taako waves, but it’s the hand that’s got the hospital thing in it, and it feels weird. He frowns at it. It does nothing. He forgets this line of inquiry and looks at Kravitz again.

“Hey, Taako,” Kravitz says softly, dropping his stuff in one ugleous chair and sitting in the other like he’s very familiar with this process by now. “How are you feeling?” He smiles a little bit, but his eyes are sad, and Taako wants to draw over them in sharpie until they look right. Kravitz never looks at him like that and it isn’t good for his delicate digestion.

“Mmmm,” Taako muses, trying to connect the dots in an ant hill to make some kind of Pikachu, or train, or something. “I feel like I spilled gatorade in my backpack, but the backpack is my brain and the sticky homework is my body?” He gestures a wibbly-wonky gesture, with the wrong hand again. “I’m solving a mystery.”

“You mean how you got in the hospital? I mean, we could go over that again, but it kind of freaked you out last time-” Kravitz bites his lip and takes Taako’s good hand, his fingers always so cold and familiar.

“Nah nah nah,” Taako says. “Just, I think…” Taako’s butterfly net is not collecting many ideas here. He might have a big hole in the damn thing. All the fuckers are flying right out. “I’ve never been this sick before, sorry, I just,” he laughs weirdly, and then laughs some more at how strange it sounds coming out of him. It isn’t very funny. “I’m kind of half-remembering- uh. This is stupid.”

“No, what?” Kravitz gives his hand a squeeze. Taako treasures the little gesture deeply. Shipwreck on the ocean floor deeply.

“Did I, um,” Taako looks at the flowers and balloons and cards on his nightstand. And specifically not at the guy he’s been crushing on for an embarrassingly long, long time. “Did I confess my love for you, or anything dumb like that?”

“Four times.” Kravitz’s smile is audible.

“F- four-” Taako’s thing beeps indignantly at his sudden pulse increase. “Four times, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Oh. Okay. Just, just uh, just wondering.”

“Why, did you want to go for five?”

Taako wonders if the poison should have just full-on taken him out.

“Well,” he mumbles, finally looking at Kravitz, who does seem to be rather goofy-eyed in love and not disdainful and mean. Not that Taako expected him to be. Just a good ol’ anxiety boogeyman. “Five’s a nice round number, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it from you instead.”

“Yeah, alright,” Kravitz says. “Taako, I love you.”

Taako’s monitor beeps aggressively now, and Taako waves his hand and shushes it out loud.

“Say it again,” he says, face burning.

“As many times as you want. I’m going to be here until you’re ready to go home. And if you don’t mind, I’ll say it there too. I love you, Taako.”

Taako giggles in a most undignified manner.

“Fuck, I guess attempted murder isn’t all bad.”

#poison #hospitals #hospital #medical #medical cw #taakitz #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #tazb #taz balance #taakitz fic #taz #thank you!!

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o5-12 · 2 years

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Cat update: she has developed an obsession with one of those sticky fly catchers one hangs from the ceiling and keeps trying to climb on stuff so she can reach it. She's yet to succeed, but I give it until the weekend until I have to peel the thing off of her fur.

That sounds as if it will be an unpleasant experience for her.

#answered questions

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sangitabiotech · 10 days

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Exploring the Science and Efficacy of Modern Insect Catchers

Insects play a vital role in our ecosystem, from pollination to decomposition. However, when they invade our homes and gardens, they can become unwelcome guests, causing discomfort and potential health risks. This is where insect catchers come into play. These devices provide an effective and environmentally friendly solution for managing insect populations. In this blog, we'll explore the science behind insect catchers, their types, and their benefits.

Understanding Insect Behaviour:

Insects are attracted to various stimuli, including light, heat, and scents. Understanding these behaviours is crucial in designing effective insect catchers. Most insect catchers use a combination of these attractants to lure insects into traps where they are captured and eliminated. By mimicking natural attractants, these devices can effectively reduce insect populations in a targeted manner.

Types of Insect Catchers:

Light Traps: Light traps use ultraviolet (UV) light to attract insects, especially nocturnal species like moths and flies. Once attracted, the insects are either trapped on a sticky surface or electrocuted by an electric grid. Light traps are commonly used in residential areas, commercial spaces, and agricultural settings.

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Conclusion:

Insect catchers represent a significant advancement in pest management, combining scientific principles with practical application to create effective, environmentally friendly solutions. Whether you're dealing with a minor nuisance at home or managing large-scale agricultural operations, understanding the various types of insect catchers and their benefits can help you choose the right tool for the job. By using these devices, you can maintain a healthier, more comfortable environment while supporting ecological balance.

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The First Union

Chapter 1: Yachai 1 Characters: Yachai Leviathan, Elidibus, Ezelliot Leviathan(Y'zel Tia'S 5th Shard) Summary: There have been 7 Rejoinings since the Sundering. We're likely to never know what happened to those worlds to reach their Abnormal Ascendancy. This is a story of the 5th Shard, a world that might have been. Rating: Teen Notes: None - Next Chapter -

"Stop him! Someone! Stop that stray!"

Armor clanged through the bustling Red Bazzar, accompanied by the shrill whistles and huffing of two members of Queen's Watch as they chased Yachai Leviathan. The grey-skinned Catter sweat as he pushed through the crowds, agilely slipping twixt comers and goers, a dried fish in his mouth and a lifted coin purse in his hand, lifted off some jeweled dock keeper. Dipping into an alley, he pulled his axe free from his back then smashed the bottom of a stack of crates as he passed causing mixed boxes of desert fruit to come barreling down to block the path.

"You little sand flea! When we get our hands on you, we'll hang you bare-assed by the tail up in King Ifrit's square," one of the guards called out as a large melon fell and hit him on the head.

Yachai silently looked on, bouncing the bag of gil in his hand as he finished his fish. Once eaten, he tossed the leftover stick in the remaining guard's face before hightailing it down the alley and into The Palms, the residential district. Believing himself to be free, the young man slowed his pace, taking the chance to open his prize and count the Gil inside, wiggling his finger about to uncover any hidden jewels. He scowled, only spotting a single piece of amethyst, probably not worth the ornate bag it was in. Grimacing, he folded his ears, looking up just in time to collide with another person, knocking him on his ass.

Whining, he looked up, finding a familiar white-robed figure standing down at him, silver hair flowing, bright blue eyes obscured behind his mask.

"Watch where you're going," he signed in a huff, punctuating his frustration with his fingers jutting towards the other as he hopped up on his feet.

"You're the one with your head in the clouds…or should I say in the bank? A generous offering for the temple, Prince Leviathan?" the man asked with a light chuckle.

"Not so loud," the young man signed before making a swipe for the pouch, the white-robed figure easily turning and letting the Catter stumble.

The warrior stamped his foot, demanding attention as he let out a frustrated yowl as he held his hand up then opened it as swept down. It was a dramatic version of the word "light" he used for the white-robed priest, Elidibus.

"Apologies, apologies. Though Prince of the Five doesn't exactly hold any weight in the desert. And I think this world is long from having ships that could take to the sky," the priest laughed before looking up to the sky and the mix of swirling white and yellow clouds before continuing, "Surprising with the ever-shifting winds. It saddens me to live in a world so uninspired."

Yachai started at the other, waiting for him to look down to ask, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Elidibus laughed then started to walk backward. The young Catter appreciated the Hume's ability to do so for the sake of conversation. "Think nothing of it. My point stands. You're far from your seas and even farther from anyone who might recognize you as the heir to the Five and the White Rock Islands."

"What do I care if some dock keeper is short a pound of Gil? He exploits the fishers and catchers, and imposes the Giant King's excessive taxes."

"Yes, and I'm sure the money would be better placed in your sticky hands?"

"...The fishers and tradesmen used to fly the SeaWyrm's banners. Once I get enough money I'm going to buy a boat and sail the Five, protecting them just like my dad, and his dad before! And when my dad returns from his voyage, we'll all sail together! He'll convince father to go back to the Sea and the twins will come too. We'll be a family!"

Elidibus frowned then turned towards the temple. "I think it would do you good to visit. Rhion and Khassandrah don't come often enough. Your siblings seem to find themselves in as much trouble as you do. No doubt an inherited trait of the Leviathan line."

Yachai grunted then looked up to the temple, starting at the glass pane depicting a black wolf and white wolf chasing one another, the latter having the other's tail in its jaw. When Elidibus looked back he signed, "I do not like it in there."

"There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm sure your dad will appreciate the visit. Come."

Yachai grimaced then stuffed his hands into his leathers and followed Elidibus inside. He shivered as an unnatural chill came over him, The Temple of Ragnarok kept dark save for the glass murals of the twin wolves that filtered the desert sky into a deep blue as it passed through. In the center, a fountain of both wolves howling, pulsing ice-cold liquid from their mouths down into a large pool.

The young warrior wondered what it was like before Queen Garuda came to power, coming along with her black-robed entourage with their promises to unearth water with Hydro-Towers. The temple had been an oasis for the desert Kingdom and the Ifrit line devout patrons. With the coming of the Queen's, the people gained much easier access to water from deep in the earth, but like the rest of the Silver Continent, the constructs brought dire changes.

The Ifrit dynasty had little reason to mingle with the commoners at the temple, and engorged themselves on the fresh waters as well as fruits from private irrigation for their royal gardens. The once endless blue skies now were constantly plagued by swirling clouds of moisture pumped into the air, the water not being supplied to people used for steam-powered contraptions used to build the Silver Queen's chrome armies and their weapons. The sands around the city were constantly blown into it, storms frequently plaguing the commoners that didn't have high walls or adequate windows with mounds of dust. On particularly humid days like this, sand would shift upwards and form yellow clouds.

Thinking about it too much, Yachai shook his head. It made him feel bad that the native Giants and all the other non-Catter people couldn't just drink seawater like they could, though he supposed that's why his ancestors settled on boats and made their kingdom the seas. And then there was Elidibus. He seemed so lonely. He'd talk of his friends, but Yachai had never seen him with any and the man spoke in such a way that made him feel they didn't come around much more. In truth, if it wasn't for his dad under the priest's care, he wondered if he'd ever have a chance to come around otherwise.

The Catter scratched at his exposed stomach then up under his cropped fur vest. This is why he hated it here…the temple served its intended purpose, fostering deep reflection for others. A lot of brainwork left him with a headache.

Arriving at a door, Elidibus pulled out his keys then unlocked their path forward. The room was even darker than the temple itself. Tule curtains were strung about, magicked to give off a light glow while little magick snowflakes twinkled about, fading to black before they could touch the ground.

On some pillows in the back of the room Ezelliot, his father, sat on his knees with his back arched and chin high. His pink ears fluttered at the sound of his guest, but ultimately remained pinned back over top of his long hair that had grown nearly down to his knees.

"Do you hear the White Wolf's howl? She weeps for her pack. It is too late, isn't it? The Black Wolf cannot be stopped. He doesn't feel anything anymore. His mind is clouded and only thinks of what was lost to the past. Oh…how She howls for us. And most of all, she weeps dearly for you…"

Yachai jumped a bit as his father snapped his attention toward them. At one time, his eyes were as sea blue as his own, perhaps the only feature that they shared. Now they were lifeless, a dull grey. The price of a direct line to the White Wolf it seemed. Riddles and prophecy in exchange for his vision…in exchange for their one connection to one another.

Wandering over, Yachai dropped to his knees in front of his father then embraced him, wiggling his ears under his chin.

"Yachai. My little warrior," Ezelliot sighed happily, embracing his son before kissing on his cheeks and ears. "Elidibus tells me you've been out collecting money for the Temple lately. I'm so proud of you."

The young man flicked his gaze to the priest, narrowing his eyes a bit as he was fawned over. The masked man simply shrugged while patting the gil tucked away in his robes.

"How are you? How are the twins?"

Yachai sat back and turned himself towards Elidibus so the priest could translate, "I am doing well. I got a rather sizeable offering recently and it seems Elidibus was all to keen on sharing that with you before I could. The last I heard, Khass was doing well in her studies at the Queen's Academy. She's been serving as Uncle Zhonathan's assistant at court. As for Rhion, he tracked to the Blackwood to see if any of the Levinfolk might have information on where he was last."

"I'm glad you're in contact with them…though it worries me with Khass so close to the Queen. If something were to happen…," his father started, persistently stroking his son's ears, "Rhion should be fine. Your dad has long gotten along with the Levinfolk. He boasted that he bested their current Ramuh, Lord Ixion in a drinking contest one time and due to an old law could have usurped his elected position as ruler for doing so. Of course, your father humbly declined."

Yachai chuckled, rubbing his throat a bit as a dull purr escaped his throat. "Sure he did. I believe that as much as I believe Rhion bedded-"

"I am not saying that to your father," Elidibus interrupted with a huff, face red under his mask.

The warrior stuck his tongue out at the priest while Ezelliot laughed softly. "Yes, your brother has a habit of spinning tales, just like you have a habit of collecting offerings from generous, yet unaware donors. Don't flick your ears at me. My sight might be gone and at times my mind addled, but I am still your father and know you," Ezelliot reminded his son, knowing well the expression on his face by the movement of his ears.

Signing, the oracle shook their head and added, "Khassandra I'd say is the only one of you three that escaped your pirate roots; but, she saw danger and ran straight for it for the thrill, didn't she? I pray the White Wolf watches over her."

Yachai nodded, then lowered his head from his parent's grasp as they began to shake and whisper. "She warns of another Howling…Yachai…beware of the one that seeks to rebalance the scales. Death cannot be unwritten and no wolf, yet, has learned to live on without their pack."

The warrior swallowed, watching Ezelliot paw around for him before lowering his head and starting to repeat scripture from memory. Lowering his ears, the young man stood then kissed the top of his father's head before being ushered out by a much quieter Elidibus.

"To hear the White Wolf's whispers takes a heavy toll on one's mind. I cannot imagine not being able to tell your own senses from what She projects onto them. Do not worry though. He's well cared for and wants for not. King Ifrit's gold still finds its way to us one way…or another."

Yachai huffed as the other locked the door behind them. If it were a blessing, then why did those blessed get locked away? He wanted to ask that but feared insulting his friend. As he was led from the palace, the clinging of gil caught his ears. "Here. Use this for a meal and perhaps get some extra wood to board up the windows on your dinghy."

"It's a ship!"

"It's, at best, a trawler. That's beside the point. The wind rises…I fear a storm is coming," he cautioned quietly before heading back inside.

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Requests are open!!! *does an excited hoppy dance* oh my goodness the excitement. May I suggest a) something with Matt Holt, perhaps in an au with some sort of power (like a demigod or witch or ATLA au, etc.) or b) something for HTTYD with no pairing and plenty of dragon presence! Bonding/interacting with dragons, etc. Thankyouthankyouthankyou you are such an amazingly skilled author and making requests like this is a very special privilege. Thank you for sharing your writing :)

it’s Capture the Flag day at Camp Halfblood, and nobody lets you forget it.

of course, the nervous jitters get to you, as well. you’re not immune, even though you’ve never been a particular lover of the game. but it’s Camp tradition, and Camp Halfblood is your home, so you’ll fuck up your friends (and not-so-friends) every once in a while to keep things interesting. sure.

it’s Hephaestus, Demeter, Ares, Apollo -- that’s you -- against Athena, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Dionysus. you’re not worried about Dionysus’ kids -- their heart isn’t in the game, and it’s easy to tell. Athena and Hermes are the ones who will pose an actual problem, you suspect.

as you get ready, fingers making quick work of the straps on your breastplate, swinging your quiver over your shoulder (holding blunt-tipped arrows -- so they’ll still hurt like a bitch, but won’t do serious damage); strapping on your bracer, then pulling on your leather glove. you reach for your helmet, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the red plume sticking out of it. it’s tradition, Y/N.

“you think you’re gonna win today, L/N?”

you squint up at the boy decked out in full Capture the Flag regalia, a sword at his side and a knife strapped to his thigh, brown hair mussed and glasses slightly askew on his nose. “half your team aren’t fighters, Matt. not like you and I am.” you lean back, cross your arms. “let’s just say I’m not disliking my chances, here.”

Matt shakes his head with a grin. “we’re going to crush you.”

“HOLT!” both of you whip around to the source of the voice -- it belongs to a tall Hermes kid, one of the only campers older than Matt and you, standing with his hands on his hips, glaring intensely at his teammate. “stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

Matt snickers, then bows. “well. I guess duty calls. I’ll see you after we win the game.”

“you’re so full of shit.”

“I love you, too.”

as he turns, you shout after him, “I’ve got an arrow with your name on it, Holt!”

the team captains convene -- Matt’s sister Pidge, on one side, and an Ares kid named Tyler on yours. the flags are hidden, everyone moves to their side of the creek. as you walk, Tyler and Keith, a Hephaestus kid, go through the battle plan one more time. you’ve heard it countless times before, so you listen with one ear.

Tyler points to you. “Y/N, up in the trees. slow ‘em down as much as you can.”

“always, boss.”

“don’t get distracted by brown-haired sons of Athena,” Keith quips with a grin.

without missing a beat, you reply, “as long as you don’t get distracted by blue-eyed sons of Aphrodite, fuckwad.” Keith goes red and shoves his middle finger in your face, so you respond in kind.

“guys,” Tyler says, sounding both annoyed and tired and resigned, “focus, please.”

some obscene gestures and mouthed insults later, you’re stationed up in your tree, standing on a sturdy branch, bow at the ready, an arrow nocked. (special arrows. Keith helped out with this; you’ve got some stinkbombs, some explosive arrows, some sticky ones... they’re nasty. you can’t wait to use them.) you’ve tied yourself to the tree by your waist, having made the mistake of not doing so in the past and paying the price with bruises and cuts.

the horn sounds. the game’s begun.

border duty isn’t the most exciting part of the game. if you were a close-range fighter, you would have killed to be in the scouting group, or the flag-capturing group. but you’re not, so a spot up in the trees it is.

after a couple minutes, you spot the group of campers charged with capturing the actual flag leap over the creek like cheetahs, splitting up into two groups immediately after crossing over into the other side. despite everything, your heart rate speeds up, just a bit. your grip on the nocked arrow tightens.

then, out of the depths of the forest in front of you, three campers race towards your side of the creek. trying to go fast, while also being quiet. heh. not if you have anything to say about it.

you bring your bow up to your face and aim, loosing it almost immediately. elegantly. effortlessly, as Matt would say. it sinks into the earth in front of the nearest camper with a dull thud, and a split second later it explodes, sending dirt and loose branches and leaves everywhere.

before the three campers can do anything to react, you’ve let loose another arrow. this one, when it explodes, poofs out a cloud of thick red smoke, which rises high above the treetops. could just as well have been a flare. stealth mission? not so much.

but you’ve given yourself away, now. not that it matters much, now. worth it.

“FUCK YOU, Y/N!” that’s Lance. son of Aphrodite, one of the few who is actually invested in the game. (a little too invested, in your opinion.)

you blow him a kiss, send him a wave. “I love you, too!”

Lance yanks his fellow campers up, shakes his fist up at you. “you play dirty!”

“I’ve been here for eleven years, Lance. I deserve to play a little dirty.”

at that, Lance laughs. you narrow your eyes. “eleven years, huh?” he grins. “still can’t recognise a simple distraction?”

“what are you –” you cut yourself off, cursing, whirling around, only just managing to spot a head of brown hair zipping through the trees.

before you realise you’re doing it, you’ve already drawn another arrow. this time, as you pull it back, you breathe out, relaxing, concentrating on the tiny shifts of movement you can still see through the trees. behind you, Lance is still shouting – “he’s gone, Y/N, we’ve outsmarted you, just admit it, you’re gonna lose –” but you drown him out.

you let the arrow fly, and a whole second later there’s the unmistakable “augh!” of someone who just ate shit. (tangling arrow: its impact triggers the uncoiling of a spool of iron thread, hopelessly tangling the target’s legs.)

you throw Lance a glance over your shoulder. he throws up his hand. “for the GODS’ SAKES, Y/N.”

“do not,” you say, lips curling into a grin when you spot your group of flag-catchers, three strong, approaching from the other side of the river, the silver Athena banner rippling between them, “underestimate a child of Apollo.”

Keith and Tyler are being chased by a growing group of blue-plumed campers, but you know it’s no use; those two are fast bastards. for the fun of it, you send another exploding arrow towards the pursuers’ ankles. the dull pop! and consequent yelps make you grin.

Keith takes a final leap over the creek and skids to a halt on the other side. the banner shifts in his hand, from silver to blood-red.

he holds it above his head, and you let out a loud whoop before sticking two fingers in your mouth and letting out an insanely loud, piercing whistle.

the game is over. you’ve won.

you descend from your tree, dropping the last five feet to the ground, shaking your head at the mob of campers who’ve hoisted Keith and Tyler upon their shoulders and are jumping up and down. you cross your arms.

“fucking eh. I really thought we had you this time.”

an arm drapes itself around your shoulders, and you grin, shooting a glance up at your boyfriend. “I told you I had an arrow with your name on it.”

“you did. I’ll outrun you eventually.” Matt dips down, presses a kiss to your cheek.

“pfft. good luck with that. you almost fooled me this time, though,” you add, poking his side. “almost.” you look down at his red-streaked legs. his knees are also scraped and slightly bloody, but his eyes are twinkling with mirth. “sorry about your ankles.”

he sighs. “yeah. I think I’ll need someone to carry me back to camp.”

you shake your head again with a chuckle, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re so full of shit.”

#gaaaaa #THANK U ANON U R THE SWEETEST!!!!#SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I HOPE U ARE STILL HERE AND WILL READ THIS!! LMK IF U DO!#request #vld request #matt holt x reader

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