#anyway. the portal blew up

[faeriekit]

Ghosts of Those We Once Knew

a phic phight fill for @silverwing013

Warnings for: implied child abuse, accidental death, dead parents

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“Oh yeah?! And what are you going to do about it?!” Aunt Alicia snapped into the phone. 

There was a sound on the other end of the line, but Danny couldn’t make it out all the way. There was another solution, but it was…risky; it would require going into his aunt’s bedroom— a well known, forbidden domain— to pick up the only other phone hooked up to the landline. 

…There was no other time to find out what Aunt Alicia was putting off. It had to be worth the risk. Danny crept up the worn carpeting of the stairs, hoping that his sneakiness would hold up to Alicia’s discerning eyes and ears. 

Her bedroom was dark. Carpeted. …Pink. 

Whatever. Danny took a deep breath, lifted the phone off the hook, and tried not to breathe too loudly into the mouthpiece.

“You have no right to keep Daniel in your dismal, miserable, isolated hovel,” someone shouted on the other end. Danny had never heard this voice before. He sounded like someone around Dad’s age, maybe? Maybe a little…smoother, despite the blistering anger coming through the line. “You live with no human contact for nine months out of the year. You speak to no one. Do you— is Daniel even enrolled in a school? Did you get any sort of educational provisions for him whatsoever?” 

“What, so he can get cocky and blow himself up in the garage like his parents?” Alicia snapped. Danny had to clap a hand to his mouth to hide his gasp of dismay. 

“You know full well that punishing your sister’s son by restricting his access to an education and basic human companionship is not a solution to your grief for your sister. You are out of your mind.”

Aunt Alicia’s voice got low. Aunt Alicia’s voice got mean. She sounded like how she looked when Danny had fumbled the water pail from the well or stepped two steps too close to the rhubarb patch out back. “Vladmir Masters, you listen here,” Aunt Alicia muttered. “That boy is everything left of my sister in the whole damn world. He is not going anywhere. Do you understand? Not for you to fill his head with her stupid husband’s supernatural hoo-ha, and not for you to snatch up and teach himself how to kill other people the way those two killed each other. Danny stays here. If you ring me up one more time, I’m going to do more than just mail dog crap to the front step of your stupid castle in Wisconsin.”

The phone cut off. It would be an innocuous end to a phone call, except Danny can hear the clatter of plastic cracking on plastic in the downstairs kitchen.

There was a moment of silence.

“Daniel Jackson Fenton, you get your butt in here right now!”

Danny jolted, heart pounding. He—he went downstairs.

Aunt’s Alicia’s lips were pursed, her eyes tight. “What did I tell you about missing all the sticks in the yard? It looks like a wreck!”

Danny felt his breath stick in his throat.

“Well?”

“Yes, Aunt Alicia,” Danny mumbled. He looked down and away. He wasn’t caught out eavesdropping, but…was this any better?

“If those sticks aren’t piled up beside the woodshed for kindling in half an hour, you can kiss your dinner goodbye.”

Danny hadn’t had dinner in three nights. He was very lucky he didn’t need to eat as much as living kids. “…Yes, Aunt Alicia.”

“So?”

…Danny went outside to collect sticks. It took until nightfall to get all the refuse from yesterday’s storm off the ground.

Aunt Alicia ate canned corn and carrots and butchered rabbit with hot sauce for dinner. Danny ate nothing.

Danny went to bed thinking about somewhere else he could go. Mom and Dad were dead—smithereens in the blast that had killed him and brought him back to life simultaneously. Jazz was in the hospital. He had no grandparents. He had no other aunts or uncles other than Aunt Alicia.

…Who was Vladmir Masters?

*

It took two days for Danny to decide to run away.

Or. Well. Fly.

He’d figured that if he wanted to find out who Vladmir Masters was, he’d need an internet connection. His cell had been on the Fenton Fone Plan™ and had been disconnected from the Fenton Family Patented Ghost-free Satellite™ for almost three months now. But, you know…what was a public library for, if not getting information?

The two-day waiting period was mostly just Danny getting his stuff together, making sure he didn’t leave anything behind, finding anything worth stealing…

…There was a picture of Mom with her big hair at graduation, a black robe thrown over her Hazmat suit. Her hair had been so big. Lots of people were beside her, including Dad, and someone with a matching hair stripe. They looked happy.

It didn’t matter that it had been Aunt Alicia’s photo. The picture had gone into his backpack next to Bearbert Einstein and a filched pocket knife.

Mom was Aunt Alicia’s sister, but Madeline Fenton had been his mom.

…Was still his mom.

Would…would always be his mom.

Danny wouldn’t cry. He wasn’t going to cry. Still, the flying and everything was still new to him. It took almost ten minutes to get himself off the ground without floating off willy nilly.

It took another half an hour to remember how to go through walls.

By the time Danny fell (as in actually, literally, leaned up against the wall and then realized he’d not made contact the way he’d expected to) through the house wall, it was almost eight at night. Aunt Alicia was still listening to Prairie Home Companion downstairs on the radio.

Whatever. He was out of there. He was sure he looked crazy—his hair was white, which was almost impossible to hide—but all he had to do was get out of there fast enough that no one connected one teenage runaway with a backpack to Danny Fenton.

It was fine.

It was all going to be fine.

…And if there wasn’t someone who’d help him. Well. Being homeless didn’t sound…so bad…?

…Or maybe he’d just squat in the burnt out ruins of Fentonworks. That sounded fine too.

*

Morning broke. Danny ended up in a tiny town somewhere in Mississippi.

A nice guy at the coffee shop gave him a cup of water and told him where the local library was. A librarian plugged her login details for him on a public computer, and Danny was able to look up one “Vladmir Masters”…

…CEO and owner of DALVco, millionaire, and Green Bay Packers megafan.

Holy crap.

Like… There were hospital wings with his name on them. Charities operating out of his company. Every picture of the man was perfectly taken in perfect lighting with perfect suits and precise smirks and bright-white magazine article paper.

Danny went back up to the librarian. “Do you have any articles on…uh…Vlad Masters?”

The librarian smiled warmly. “Ah, school project?”

“Sure,” Danny lied, milk on his tongue.

Vlad Masters was a self-made millionaire. He lived in a castle in Wisconsin that used to be owned by a dairy empire kingpin. He went to—

Danny read the line again

—He went to the same college as Mom and Dad. The year looked right, too. They might have even graduated in the exact same year. If only Danny could still check Dad’s college ring in the bottom of their junk drawer.

Wisconsin. Vlad Masters lived in Wisconsin.

…Danny was really lucky he was never all that hungry anymore.

Danny got another cup of water at the coffee shop, washed his face in the bathroom, and got ready to fly another night.

He was no sextant, but he could probably figure out how to get to Wisconsin after a couple of hours of flying, and a little time to gauge the sky.

It would be easy.

…Danny’s white-topped, pale face stared back at him from the restroom mirror.

It had to be. It would have to be easy.

*

So, a cheese castle looked a lot like a regular castle.

Danny squinted up at the stonework. Nah, that looked like…a castle. That being said, it looked more specifically like the castle he was looking for—the one that had been featured in Vlad Masters’s house tour in Architecture Daily magazine two years ago.  

Same…roof bits. Same big door. Danny swallowed. Same…tower? Were there better words for these? There were definitely better words for all the tricky stone bits in the castle.

Whatever. Danny was praying that the man was actually home today, as opposed to flying across the country on some kind of business trip. Rich people did business trips, right?

Danny floated up to the front door. There was no doorbell.

…Danny bit his lip. Okay. So there was no doorbell. There was a very large, brass door knocker. It looked kind of like a big monster face, with a ring held in its teeth.

The knocker was just high enough off the ground that Danny had to float to get there. Lifting it was a struggle.

When it knocked, the whole door buzzed with sound.

Danny waited.

…He waited.

And…Danny waited.

No one came.

Danny picked at the skin of his lip. What if he just…went in?

Like. It was a big house. Maybe Vlad Masters just hadn’t heard him at all? Maybe he was just…in the basement or something…?

Danny paced midair. On one hand. He’d come all this way. He had to follow through. He had to see if there was…something. Anything. Anything at all—anything that could possibly connect Masters to his family.

Any connection that wasn’t Aunt Alicia would be worth breaking and entering.

On the other hand. Home invasion was and would remain illegal.

Danny grimaced.

He…stuck his head through the door. 

There was a hallway on the other side. A little end table. A guest book. 

…Okay. Danny slipped through the door. He was breaking and entering now— or at least…entering. 

Inside was dark. Gloomy. Comfortable, sure— lots of soft furnishings, curtains, couches, pillow, lounging things— but very…opaque in atmosphere. 

He was glowing, he noticed. That probably was pretty bad on the “trying not to get caught” scale. 

There was no one upstairs. Danny drifted through room after empty room and up into floor after empty floor. There was a kitchen, and the food therein were largely preserved items. There was nothing in the fridge. 

Danny’s stomach cramped. There was no one here. 

…Maybe he should look downstairs? 

The castle got colder the further down he went. The windows that at least allowed the minimal light that escaped through the tree cover in the castle vanished. The only light left was Danny. 

Danny floated down deeper. 

There were doors made of metal in a long, stone hallway. Each had different numbers on them. Danny followed the rows of doors.

There were wires on the floor. They were organized by color and bound by little ties, until they weren’t, and Danny eventually ran out of tangled webs of red and blue plastic to follow. 

They ended at a closed door. 

Danny hesitated. He poked his head through. 

On the other side was a ghost. 

Danny jerked back. He’d— he clapped his hand over his mouth. That was—! And sure, Danny was something like that now, but he’d never seen—!

He should leave. Danny should leave. 

Danny barely made it three doors down. 

Going somewhere? something asked him. Danny shivered. 

The ghost appeared on his left in ethereal white, black hair pulled behind him in some sort of half-halo. Unlike Danny, who was in something like half-hazmat, half-hoodie, the ghost wore a long, glowing labcoat, appropriate PPE beneath. 

Danny’s breath fogged up in his mouth. He flinched. “Sorr—” he tried. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to be here.”

The ghost looked at him with bright red eyes. Danny floated a few steps back. Spying, are you?

Danny shook his head. “No!! No, I just— I was looking for— I wasn’t spying! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you li— died here! I’ll leave!” 

The ghost’s head tilted. For a second, Danny thought that he was going to throw a punch. And then—

You’re already here, the ghost pointed out, and opened a door. Beyond it was…something similar to a doctor’s office. An examination table with the paper on it. One of those blood pressure cuffs, attached to a printer for the readout. A sink. Sundry tongue depressors. You may as well consent to be helped. 

“...Helped with what?” Danny asked nervously, fingers flexing. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

The ghost hummed— not in the way voices hummed, but in the way high voltage sang in distant powerlines. You are newly formed, aren’t you? Most can tell a ghost’s nature from its presence alone.

Danny looked away. “Um. You know. You might be the first ghost I’ve ever met.” 

The ghost’s feet almost touched the ground. It stared down at him. It was taller than he was, and when it stared, it made Danny want to run away. 

…Truly, the ghost asked(?), and it took Danny a second to realize it was a question. 

“Maybe I died a little recently…” Danny tried, trailing off into a mumble. Was there a right answer to this? 

…I see. That would make this check-up more urgent, then. Might I encourage you to come this way? 

Danny followed him into the room. 

It felt… It looked and felt exactly like any other doctor’s appointment, excepting that the doctor involved in the process had blue skin and fangs and a hairstyle that defied gravity. The ghost still wore gloves and didn’t poke him or prod him too hard, though, so that was a bonus.

Danny got his pulse taken. (None.) Danny got his lungs checked. (Not breathing.) Danny got his resonance? looked at? Whatever that was? It was a big scanny thing that looked like an X ray and took pictures of his chest. 

The readings were real pretty, whatever they were; the whole film print was taken up with splotches of white and clear blue. It kind of shimmered when Danny tilted his head. 

You’re quite powerful for a newly formed ghost, the ghost offered, overlooking papers Danny couldn’t quite see on his clipboard. It flipped through once. Twice. You’re clearly not attached to your place of death, so that’s not why… Are you aware of any compulsions to follow an Obsession yet…?

A ghostly obsession? Danny knew what that was— it was one of his parents’ theories on why ghosts persisted after death! Was it was true? 

“Um,” Danny said, unsure. He hadn’t…had he? “Not that I know of?”

The ghost paused. It clicked its pen. It marked something down on Danny’s chart. Interesting.

Ominous. 

May I quickly test something? the ghost asked, looking up at Danny. It would only take a moment. If it does not work, there will be no other side effects other than mild discomfort and an activated flight response. 

Danny shifted. The paper crackled underneath him. “...Does it hurt?” 

No.

The ghost added nothing more. 

Danny’s…head jerked up and down. It was fine. It would be fine. 

The ghost’s hand circled his wrist. Its touch burned like fire. 

And then light, like how Danny burned away one form for another—

—Danny was left on the table, no longer weightless, no longer breathless. He was flesh. He was human again.

Vlad Masters stared back at him. 

…Huh. 

Mr. Masters— Vlad?— licked dry lips, staring at Danny, whose wrist he still held. Danny…didn’t know if he could move. Danny didn’t know if he knew how to move. 

“...Daniel?” Mr. Masters’s voice cracked. His eyes moved up and down Danny’s body, from his raggedy hair to his dirt-stained clothes to his beat-up shoes. “Daniel Fenton?”

Danny winced. “It’s just Danny,” he offered hoarsely. His throat bobbed. “You…know me?” 

Mr. Masters moved his grip to Danny’s hand, apparently moved to tears. Without the red in his eyes, he just looked…human enough. “Daniel— Danny, how did you— Are you dead? What happened?” 

Danny felt the weight of everything push down on him again, as if it had ever let up on him since the portal incident. Mom and Dad’s funerals. Jazz in the emergency room. Being resuscitated by the EMTs. Getting shipped out to Aunt Alicia’s house without warning. 

“House blew up.”

That was succinct enough, right?

The man’s face turned devastated. “I heard— I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry, Danny.”

…It was more concern than anyone had shown in a long time. His eyes were wet before he knew it. When he wiped his face with his sleeve, the dampness was enough to leave little streaks of mud on his face— and, ugh, he felt filthy. 

“It’s okay,” Danny lied, because it wasn’t. He pressed his sleeve to his eyes. “It’s…you know my parents?”

Mr. Masters took a deep, surprised breath. “Yes. We…weren’t in contact after we graduated from school together, but Jack always… He asked me by email to be your godfather, right before you were born. I said yes, but I have no idea if he ever filed the paperwork.” 

Oh. 

…Oh. 

There were clearly more secrets here. Mr. Masters was a ghost, and so was Danny. He lived in a giant castle that was clearly haunted, which was made obvious by the owner. He was Danny’s godfather, and Danny had never once met him. 

And he wasn’t Aunt Alicia. 

Danny sucked the spit off of his teeth with his tongue. “Can I stay here?” 

Mr. Masters made a wounded, desperate expression. “I would rather you did.” 

“Can you teach me how to be a ghost?”

The man persevered through what were clearly heavy feelings. “...If I must.” 

“Can I have dinner?” was Danny’s final question. “Like. On the regular?” 

There was a second where Mr. Masters’s eyes went red. The castle suddenly felt taut with anticipation. Fury crawled on Danny’s skin. He could feel the pressure digging in search of some way to burrow into his flesh.

And then it was gone. 

“Of course you can. You are a growing boy.”

Danny smiled shyly, barely showing his teeth. When he smiled for real in the mirror, he had fangs. It was better not to. “Cool.”

Mr. Masters nodded. And when Danny looked down at the floor, he changed his grip so that Danny could hold his hand and hop down like normal. 

“It will be alright,” Mr. Masters promised quietly. It seemed to be just as much for him as it was for Danny. “Or…I’ll take care of it. Whatever happens. You’re not alone, Danny.” 

Danny had been alone for almost half a year. It had felt like forever. “Thanks.” He sniffed. 

They walked upstairs from the basement laboratory together, in a way Mom and Dad never would again. 

#phic phight 2024 #danny phantom #vlad masters #I forget Alicia's last name ngl #dead fenton parents #Jazz is sir not appearing in this film #danny fenton #good!Vlad au #phic phight #RIP a prarie home companion you were a cool show but your host was [REDACTED] of course you were gonna get cancelled #my and my persistent love of landlines #faer fic #I do not LIKE vlad. However. This intrigued me. #dead ghost man who furthers the study of ghosts while knowing his college besties might take advantage of him for their own research. whack #anyway. the portal blew up #phic phight 24

[wheatley-bread]

Deep in old Aperture...

#posting this here because it blew up on Instagram #(by that i mean it got 10 likes from my friends. but that's basically the same thing to me) #anyways!! fanart for secrets of aperture (my portal fanstory) that i. haven't posted about yet #portal 2 #portal #portal fanart #portal 2 fanart #portal oc #portal 2 oc #portal cores #portal core ocs #artists on tumblr #digital art #ooohhh you want to reblog this so bad because it's honestly the best piece ive made this year oooohhh #fanart #artwork #my art #digital artist

[puripurin]

[2024 Valentines Day Special] [summary - Cupid wants your hand in marriage, but you think it's a prank.]

— "You, give me your hand in marriage!!" You stared at the pink haired man that had wings on his back with a blank stare. You look around at your surroundings once more before sighing.

"Sir. This is a 24-hour convenience store, not some comedy TV show." You yawned as you look down back at your phone because you figured he wasn't there to buy anything. Only thing is, HE FUCKING SHOT AN ARROW AT YOUR PHONE.

"The fuc—" Your mouth shut up so fast once you realized a heart-shaped tipped arrow was underneath your chin. You looked back up, and his face had an angry pout on it.

"Listen here, you! My mother says that you are my fated one, so you must give me your hand in marriage, or else I will find the entirety of your bloodline and end it right now." He huffed without looking away, making you feel he wasn't playing with his words.

"I- uh, but I'm not ready to be married as yet. I don't know your name, your likes and dislikes, nor have I introduced myself to your parents!" You tried reasoning with him, and it actually made him stop and think, so you spoke up again and pushed the arrow downwards.

"Don't you think I should be able to know about my "future husband", so we could have a "harmonious" relationship." You were bullshitting at this point because you still had your future ahead of you, i mean you were only 22.

"Ah... I see. Then we shall be boyfriend and girlfriend. Though, we shall be staying on Mount Olympus!" He smiled before jumping over the counter and on your lap.

"Wait, you're joking. It isn't funny to be pranking a minimum wage college student." You frown as you tried moving him away, but he sat there with no intentions to move.

"Well, you're not going to be a minimum wage college student in Mount Olympus!" He planted a kiss on you before making you open your mouth forcefully and shoving his tongue in it. He moaned in delight and hugged your body.

Once he pulled away, there was a warm feeling on your tongue that made you feel unsettled. All the pink haired man did was giggle at your behavior and blew a kiss at you.

"I've marked you. Now, the gods will know who you belong to." You blinked at him before trying to get up and leave from this ridiculous situation, but you didn't go that far as he summoned a portal to Mount Olympus and tossed you in, knowing that there was going to be a long fall and all you could say was,

"FUCK YOUUUUUUUU...." As you fell.

Hap Valinturns. Hope yall are giving your partners chocolate cus i want some. No, i don't have a partner but i got my friends :D. Anyways, it's short but dramatic like always.

No proofread

#yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #yandere cupid

[certainlynotasimp]

HAVE YOU SEEN SHADOW AND BONE?? THERES THIS CLIP OF THIS COUPLE WHO ALSO EXISTS OUT OF A SORT OF SUNSHINE X GRUMPY TROPE AND THE CLIP IS SOSOSOOS CUTE. the more sunshine character is like feeding the grumpy character some sweets. wait i’ll add the link to the video, anyways i would love to see sunny and miggy in a scenario like that, and the rest of the spideys just looking at them in awe.

https://twitter.com/yuliankostov/status/1388807975029166083?s=46&t=WRllkwsz5bskkR6yQEcFtw

Sweet as You

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

A/N: I’ve never seen Shadow and Bone, but that scene was so ADORABLE! 🥹 I literally spent my whole lunch break writing this and thank you guys so much for the amazing support!

Warnings: Alludes to Sunny’s backstory, No use of Y/N, established relationship?, female reader, Grumpy x Sunshine.

I still haven’t seen the movie, but some of what happens was spoiled for me. This takes place before https://www.tumblr.com/certainlynotasimp/719098951359496192/walking-on-sunshine

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean that little nerd has two spidermen there?!” Miguel snaps at Lyla as the other spidermen watched.

“Exactly as I said,” the AI said nonchalantly. “Peter Parker from Earth 19999 and his Doctor Strange has caused multiple inter dimensional rifts and even involved Spidermen from T-200001 and R-2011005.”

Hobie snickers as Miguel looks like he’s about to pop a vein as he examines the inter dimensional damage this event is causing. Jessica sends Hobie a scolding glare before looking at her leader with a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure whatever is happening is being handled.” She soothes. “Didn’t you send someone out there to monitor the situation, Lyla?” Jessica tries to ease his worries by hoping Lyla sent in someone equipped to handle the situation.

“Of course.” The AI calmly says as she looks over the reports. “I sent the new recruit, “Spider-Gwen”, along with Spider-Woman 16457-0…”

The whole room went silent for a moment as they realize that Lyla just sent the one person they hoped wasn’t sent in.

Jessica looked at Miguel only to see him glaring a Lyla, looking like he’s about to go ballistic. “Hey Lyla, it’s not a good idea to joke about sending Sunny off on some mission-“ Jessica nervously laughs as she notices Miguel’s talons growing out of his finger tips.

Lyla, clearly not bothered by the tension in the room, scoffs. “Who else would I send to handle this? Better to send someone who doesn’t have a dimension to protect to a potentially doomed one.” She reasons.

And that was what broke the camel’s back.

“LYLA, I SWEAR TO-“ Before Miguel could snap at his AI, all the the abnormalities on the screens resolved themselves as Lyla smiles.

“Mission successful. Spider-Gwen and Spider-Woman are heading back to the Lob-“ The AI is interrupted when Miguel shuts her off. Everyone cautiously avoids eye contact with their leader as he sits back into his spot, the tension still lingering like a fog.

A bright glowing portal appears above the table and two figures drop down laughing.

“That was amazing! Did you see how that building just twisted like paper?” Gwen laughs as Sunny smiles back at her.

“That was fun!” The spiderwoman giggles as she takes in where they landed. “Miggy!” Sunny exclaims as she sees her tall companion, her mask disintegrating so her excited gaze meets his frustrated one.

Gwen notices the tension filled room of her colleagues and jumps down beside Jessica and Hobie while Sunny plops right infront of Miguel. Before she could ask about what was happening, Jessica shushes Gwen and watches the two spiders interact.

“What’s wrong, Miguel?” Sunny tilts her head as she looks at his deep frown.

“Nothing.” Miguel snaps as his harsh stare examines her body. Upon realizing that the damage was minimal, his annoyed expression softens to mild irritation.

Sunny still frowns at his before an idea causes a smile to form on her face. She reaches into her hip bag and pulls out a small ziplock bag. Miguel raises an eyebrow at the shorter woman as she opens the bag and presses a small piece of candy to his mouth. He moves his head so the sticky hard candy misses his mouth as he grumbles.

“Sunny, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get that bitterness out of your face, Miggy.” She answers back as her free hand grasps his chin. Even though he’s stronger than she is, he rolls his eyes and lets her move his face back. She attempts to press the candy to his lips but he doesn’t comply with a slight hint of a blush on his sharp cheekbones.

“Miguel..” Sunny growls in frustration, which sounded more adorable than intimidating to Miguel. Her brows furrowed as her eyes burned in annoyance. Her mouth twisted from its normally cheery position into a deep pout.

Miguel’s annoyance disappears as he admires her, his eyes shining with a brief moment of awe. Before he can realize what’s happening, Sunny pushes the hard candy into his mouth with a victorious smile. Miguel looks at her in shock before rolling his eyes, the adoration still lingering behind the false annoyance.

“See? There’s my sweet Miggy.” Sunny hums as she lets go of his face. The warmth from her hand left his face burning despite the breath of relief that left his nose. The fear of almost losing her again was unbearable, so seeing her smiling at him again with those same warm eyes made his own lips curl slightly.

Before he could reply, a snort of muffle laughter breaks the bubble around them.

Jessica lightly smacks Hobie as Miguel’s eyes glares at the forgotten audience around him and his Sunshine. Hobie controls his fit of laughter at the sight of his ruthless leader putty in the small spider’s hands as Miguel focuses on him.

“I’m sorry, boss.” Hobie gasps to catch his breath. “It’s just-“

Before any of them can explain themselves, orange portals appear below them as Miguel seethes with a look of embarrassment, “Get out.”

As all the spidermen are teleported out of the room, Gwen looks to Jessica as they all land in the lobby. “What was that about?”

Jessica chuckles as her eyes shines at the younger spider warmly. “That’s what a whipped man looks like.”

She laughs as she realizes that Sunny wasn’t kicked out of the meeting room like the rest of their colleagues.

~~~~~~~~~

What adventures should they get up to next?

#miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Nine

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nine: Going Clubbing Goes Wrong

Summary: Angel's friend Cherri shows up, and Charlie decides that sending everyone for a night on the town is the best idea while she and Vaggie go to Heaven. It isn't the best idea. Not at all.

Warning: Valentino is very much Valentino in this chapter, even towards the MC. It is only a few sentences, but please use your discretion for what you feel comfortable reading. The MC does not get touched or hurt or approached, but they do get talked to.

            “Oh, fuck,” groaned Angel as he nearly fell into the hotel. He looked thoroughly exhausted from his work. Valentino was making him work harder and longer every day, and Angel just wanted to crash and have the rest of eternity off to sleep.

            “You look messy! What happened to you?” said Niffty.

            “It’s who happened to me,” huffed Angel. “And the answer is everyone. Twice. Val had me working sixteen hours straight on a fucking whim. The absolute dick bag.”

            “He sucks,” agreed (Y/N) as Angel threw himself onto the couch next to them.

            Boom!

            The wall (the same wall as usual) exploded. Everyone jumped and stared, ready for a fight.

            “What the fuck is with that wall?!” said Angel.

            “What up, hoes?!” said an Australian voice, and a woman walked in through the hole in the hotel’s wall.

            Angel’s mood brightened. “Holy shit, Cherri Bomb?! Long time no see, baby!”

            “Angie, ya bitch!” said Cherri in a very friendly manner. (Y/N) decided they liked her energy, and since Angel actually seemed happy to see her, they determined their feeling was right. “You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. It’s been fuckin’ forever!” She tossed a bomb to Charlie. “Here, hold this.”

            “Ah! Oh my God, oh my God!” said Charlie.

            “Nope, gimme that.” Vaggie took it and threw it out the hole. It exploded in the distance (thankfully).

            “I love seeing ya, Cherri,” said Angel. “But I’m too tired. I need to pass out.”

            Cherri grabbed him before he could leave. “Oho, you can sleep when you’re double-dead, fuckhead. Come on, what you really need is a recharge, a reinvigoration, a re—”

            “Responsible night on the town!” finished Charlie, smiling. “That is a great idea! Hi, I’m Charlie.” She shook Cherri’s hand. “That’s my wall that you just blew up. It’s so nice to meet one of Angel’s friends. Aagh, he never brings anyone around!”

            Cherri snorted, but it wasn’t totally unfriendly. “Wonder why?”

            “Yeah, me too!” Charlie was blissfully ignorant to the tease. “Anyway, Angel and everyone else have been working so hard. I think they deserve to have a little fun.”

            “Wait, ‘they?’ ” said Cherri.

            “Yeah! Hi, everyone!” called Charlie, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Angel and his friend are taking you all out for a night of fun and relaxation.”

            “I don’t really think it’s going to be relaxing,” said (Y/N), but they were interested. This was another experience they’d never had in their life, so they wanted to try something new in death.

            “Great,” huffed Cherri.

            “Don’t worry, Cherri,” said Angel. “They’re not so bad.” He grinned at (Y/N). “You’re gonna like the kid.”

            “Yeah, but I’m only here for yo—” Charlie shoved money into Cherri’s hands to cover everyone. “Ooh! Never mind! Let’s go! Come on, kid, I’m gonna make your first time out the best time.”

            “Wait, are we sure we should let (Y/N) go—” Vaggie’s (rightful) concern was cut off as the portal to Heaven opened up in the lobby and Charlie squealed.

            “Bye, everyone!” said Charlie, grabbing Vaggie and pulling her through. She couldn’t wait another second.

            (Y/N) grinned. “Finally, I can try drinking.”

            “I’m keeping my eye on you,” said Husk.

            He needed to for two reasons. One, he liked (Y/N) and didn’t want them getting hurt. Two, he was certain Alastor would torture him if anyone happened to (Y/N) (which was an odd thought but Husk didn’t have the energy to really think through that, he just knew it was true.)

            The portal to Heaven disappeared, and Pentious appeared in the lobby. He froze as he saw Cherri and straightened in an attempt to seem confident.

            “Well, if it isn’t my archnemesis!” he said. “Have you come to meet your fate in battle, Cherri Bomb?”

            “Apparently, I’m going out with Angel, and I got to drag your sorry asses along,” said Cherri.

            Pentious brightened and slithered up to Cherri. “Oh, so, you and me are going out back for fun?” He tugged on his bowtie nervously. “I…I didn’t think this would ever happen. What? What do I do? What do I wear?” He put his hand on Cherri’s shoulder, and she grabbed it.

            “Don’t fucking touch me, you munted dickhead,” said Cherri, walking off.

            Pentious just blushed, staring at the hand she’d touched.

            Wow, that’s a pair I didn’t expect, thought (Y/N), despite having only met Cherri two minutes ago.

            “Come on, ya fucks! We’re heading out!” announced Cherri.

            It was time for a new experience. ((Y/N) hoped they enjoyed this one. They wanted to make some good memories in their afterlife).

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            “Woo! Isn’t this place the fucking best?” cheered Cherri at the bar of the club.

            (Y/N) stared at the drink in their hand and downed it. They had discovered they liked the alcohol in Hell and decided a little indulgence couldn’t hurt. (Not too much, though. They could feel a headache coming on, and the last thing they needed was to hurt their poor roses. That being said, doing something that would have made them angry made (Y/N) happy). And, hey, they were with friends, so it couldn’t be too bad. Right?

            “I’ll admit, ‘Consent’ is a good name for a sex club,” said Husk.

            Never mind, they brought me to a sex club. (Y/N) sighed. Whatever. I’ll just stay over here.

            “Niffty, dear, what are you doing?” said Pentious, staring at Niffty as she swept the nightclub floor.

            “I’m sweeping. Ugh, look how icky it is in here,” complained Niffty.

            “That’s because we’re at a club, dear,” pointed at Pentious, not unkindly.

            “Oh! I thought the hotel looked different,” said Niffty, looking around properly.

            Pentious cleared his throat and looked at Cherri. Again, he attempted to seem cool. “Ms. Bomb, I-I’d like to buy you a drink,” he stammered.

            “Why?” Cherri grinned. “Didn’t you say we’re arch-rivals?”

            “Um…uh…because I’m buying everyone a drink!” A terrible excuse, but it worked.

            Everyone in the club cheered and rushed up to the bar.

            “Thanks, Sir Pentious!” said (Y/N).

            “Are you seriously into this, kid?” said Husk, raising a brow.

            “This tastes good,” said (Y/N), lifting their refilled glass.

            Husk sighed. “Vaggie and Charlie are gonna hate this.”

            “I did worse with the loan sharks,” they chirped.

            Husk gave another, long-suffering sigh.

            “I need a drink after today,” said Angel, sitting down beside them all tiredly. “You know, Val, he’s into this waterboarding shit now, I don’t know, it’s a kink.”

            “Sounds like torture,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s exhausting,” agreed Angel.

            “No, I meant literally.”

            “Angel, enough with the Val talk. He already ruined your day,” said Cherri. She squeezed Angel’s shoulder. “Don’t let him ruin your night, too.” She pulled out a few pills from her pocket. “Here, take one of these and you won’t be worrying about nothin’.”

            (Y/N) frowned. They weren’t certain that was the answer.

            “Here we go,” murmured Husk, rolling his eyes.

            “Oh, look, the drunk and the kid are judging us,” huffed Cherri.

            “I ain’t the one trying to get into Heaven,” said Husk. He looked at Angel. “Look, you want to fuck up all your progress? Be my guest.” He huffed, and his ears flattened.

            “I just don’t want you to feel worse about yourself after you come down,” said (Y/N). They knew Cherri was just doing what Cherri thought Angel wanted, but they wanted to make sure Angel was alright.

            “Buzzkills,” said Cherri. “Come on, Angie, let’s get fucked up! It’s been too long.”

            “I, uh, I don’t know.” Angel didn’t want to disappoint Husk or any of his other friends. And…they had a point. “It’s been a long night, and I don’t need to go too wild.”

            Husk smiled, not a little proudly, and took a sip of his drink. He kept an eye on (Y/N) in case they started having too much. He was a hopeless alcoholic, but he wasn’t letting the kid spiral into that.

            “Come on, bitch,” said Cherri encouragingly. “If you’ve really been working that hard, you deserve a little R and R, and some THC, or maybe PCP with DMT. Aw, fuck it, let’s see where the night takes us, huh?”

            “I…I guess,” said Angel, shrugging noncommittedly.

            “Cherri, I bought you a shot!” said Pentious, having finally gotten to paying for her.

            Cherri frowned at him, and Pentious panicked.

   ��        “B-Because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray!” said Pentious.

            Angel downed a shot. “Aah…fuck it! Let’s do it!” He grinned at Cherri.

            Husk rolled his eyes. Suddenly, this night wasn’t that fun to him.

            Or (Y/N). “Be careful, Angel.”

            “He’s done it before!” said Cherri optimistically.

            “Yeah, that’s why I’m saying it,” muttered (Y/N), watching as Cherri and Angel grabbed another drink.

            The drinks kept rolling. ((Y/N) had decided to stop as soon as Cherri and Angel got going in case they needed help with anything. Yeah, pissing off the spirits of the dead…people-(Y/N)-didn’t-like-to think-about was great and all by drinking, but they weren’t going to just let their friends wander around).

            “Round twelve, motherfuckers!” cheered Cherri. “Heels are comin’ off!”

            “Oh, yeah, keep ‘em comin’!” said Angel. “Come on, right here, right to daddy!”

            “Oh, it’s wonderful to have friends!” said Pentious, laughing wildly (he was drunk, but he was still drinking to keep up and impress Cherri).

            “Everything’s spinny,” said Niffty, grinning as she tried to reach for another shot.

            “Ha, I think you’re done, tiny,” said Angel, lifting the shot away from her.

            “No! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she pouted.

            “Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more,” said Cherri.

            “She’s ten pounds and tiny,” said (Y/N). “And we don’t need her any more unhinged than normal.”

            “Shit, where’d she go?” said Angel, looking around. Niffty had made a run for it.

            “I’ll help you find her,” said (Y/N), standing. Husk could look after Pentious.

            It didn’t take a moment to spot Niffty, cleaning the nightclub by collecting everyone’s drinks in a garbage bag. The patrons were not pleased with it and growing restless.

            “Dirty, dirty, make it clean!” she said maniacally.

            “Dammit, Niffty,” said Angel.

            (Y/N) picked Niffty up before she could do more while Angel tried to placate the angry men.

            “Sorry, fellas, here, next one’s on me.” He put money down on the table and smiled while they began to fight.

            “Shit, Niffty, stop—Damn!” Niffty, seeing a supply closet, had squirmed out of (Y/N)’s hold and ran for the cleaning supplies within.

            “Shit, shit,” cursed Angel.

            “Angie, the fuck are you doin’?” asked Cherri, stepping in front while Niffty collected bleach and chlorine behind her. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny. Roses over here seem to has that down.”

            (Y/N) gave her the middle finger (playfully) while trying to keep an eye on Niffty.

            “Look, neither of ‘em are used to this scene,” said Angel. “I just don’t want ‘em to end up in the gutter like I used to.”

            (Y/N) looked at Angel. That was surprisingly heartfelt for him. Yes, he was always deep down a good person, but he usually hid it behind his hypersexuality and acting. This was actual care and honesty. (Y/N) nearly smiled. It was heartwarming and one of the reasons they really liked Angel.

            Not completely getting the idea, Cherri shrugged. “Whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you’re done.” She walked away.

            Angel grabbed Niffty from the supply closet. “Stop, you can’t take that.”

            (Y/N) put the chlorine and bleach away. “It’s not ours.” And you might poison people to clean them.

            Stressed and frustrated, Angel huffed. “God, Niff, why are you bein’ such a mess?”

            Niffty’s eyes widened. “I’m the mess?”

            “Oh, dear,” said (Y/N).

            Niffty wailed, and tears poured from her eye.

            “Oh, oh, shit!” said Angel, realizing he’d messed up. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.”

            “You’re not a mess, Niffty,” said (Y/N), reaching up as best they could to pat Niffty’s back. “We’re all just being, uh, silly right now.”

            “Right, right,” said Angel, nodding furiously. “You’re not a mess. It’s fine, sssh. You, uh, wanna play with the kitty?” He hugged her, and (Y/N) patted her back.

            Niffty’s sobs subsided, and she hiccupped. “Yeah.”

            Angel and (Y/N) didn’t waste time putting Niffty back with Husk. She sat on his head, petting his fur, and Husk stared up.

            “The fuck is this?” said Husk.

            “She’s wasted,” said Angel, sighing.

            “Just go with it unless you want her to start crying or pouring bleach drinks for you,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

            Husk huffed. “Fine, fine, whatever.” It wasn’t like he could stop Niffty now, and no one really wanted to see what angering her could do.

            “Aaah…” Pentious fell over from his…well, he’d lost count, but somewhere near his twentieth shot. “Hey, wow.” He looked at Cherri, hauled himself up, and slithered over to her.

            “Oh, boy, he’s got his confidence again,” said (Y/N). “Wonder what’ll go wrong this time.”

            “Maybe nothing will,” said Husk.

            He and (Y/N) exchanged a look and nearly burst out laughing. They both knew that poor Pentious was still too insecure to fully follow through if Cherri questioned anything.

            “Hey, so…I see the club has a sex room,” said Pentious. “So, I was thinking, maybe you’d want to, uhm…do a sex with me?”

            “Yikes, points for confidence, but minus several hundred for style,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m sorry, why would we have sex?” said Cherri, smirking.

            “Uh, uh, uhm…” Pentious shifted nervously.

            “Here it comes,” said Husk.

            “Because I’m having sex with everyone here!” declared Pentious.

            “Wow, he’s really crashing and burning on this one,” said (Y/N), almost impressed by Pentious’s ability to get himself into trouble (everyone was cheering and far too excited for Pentious to be free for quite a while). Sure enough, several people grabbed Pentious, and he was carried away for a long night into one of the sex rooms.

            Cherri laughed and walked back to the group. “You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night, Angie. You don’t have to spend all your off hours ‘working on yourself,’ you little bitch.”

            “The hotel isn’t his problem,” said Husk, holding Niffty over his shoulder. “It’s—”

            “Valentino,” said Angel angrily.

            “Exactly,” said Husk, and (Y/N) nodded fervently.

            “Yeah, that guy is a piece of shit,” said (Y/N).

            “No,” said Angel. He pointed to a side lounge. “Valentino.”

            The moth was demon was there, in the club. He lay back on a couch, two demons curled up next to him as he smoked and crooned proudly about himself. He smirked, clearly at home and in control at the club.

            (Y/N) had seen pictures of him (unfortunately) around Hell, but seeing him in person made them dislike him all the more. He reminded them of the men they’d seen on Earth who only looked at others as pawns, as objects to be used and thrown away. Disgusted, (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

            “Yeah, I come here all the time. They know me,” said Valentino to the two demons currently with him. He smirked at one. “You’re gorgeous. Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? I could make you a star.”

            Angel shivered as Valentino spoke and looked at his friends. “Let’s get the fuck outta here. Ok, ok.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Niffty’s gone.”

            Husk looked at his shoulder, and sure enough, the bug demon had disappeared. “Well, fuck.”

            “Shit, Niffty,” cursed (Y/N), spotting her running towards the lounge Valentino was sitting in.

            They moved as fast as they could, grabbing Niffty before she could get too close. Unfortunately (but when was the hotel’s luck ever good?), a clubber dancing bumped into (Y/N), and they and Niffty fell forward into the empty space in front of Valentino’s lounge.

            “Fuck, fuck!” Angel reached down and grabbed (Y/N) and Niffty, but it was too late, and Valentino had noticed him.

            “Holy shit, Angel Dust?” said Valentino. “What are you doing here, baby? You didn’t get enough dick today?”

            (Y/N) was disgusted just by his voice, and when Angel held Niffty behind him and pushed (Y/N) back with his other pair of arms, they didn’t resist at all.

            Valentino leaned forward, leering down at Angel, Niffty, and (Y/N). “Who are these chiquitas? You bringing me fresh meat?”

            (Y/N) felt bile rise in their throat, and they inched farther behind Angel.

            Niffty, instead, tried to lunge and bite Valentino, who instantly jerked back. “I just want a taste,” she said, grinning.

            “Eh, weird, but there’s a kink for that, I’m sure,” said Valentino. He tilted his head and regarded (Y/N) next, and they fought back a shudder, refusing to show weakness in front of him. “And that one looks sweet. I know a ton of clients with a thing for that~. A little young, but after a little time in Hell, eh, they’re close enough~”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their stomach twisted uncomfortably at the implications of that statement. Angel protectively pushed them back, stood up, and glared at Valentino.

            “Fuck off, Val,” he snapped.

            “Excuse me?” said Valentino, narrowing his eyes.

            “I said fuck off!” shouted Angel.

            The club went silent, and everyone stared in shock at Angel.

            “I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain’t fucking with any of my friends!” said Angel, hands curled into fists.

            Valentino stood, towering over everyone. “You forget who you’re talking to?” He waved his cigarette, and the smoke collected into a chain. It wrapped around Angel’s wrist and pulled him to Valentino. “I own you!”

            Angel’s face fell, but his anger welled up again, and he glared, refusing to back down. “Yeah, you do, in the studio, and you can do anything you want to me there, just like our deal says. But out here, I get to do what I want. So once again, fuck off!”

            Valentino raised his hand and swung at Angel.

            Snap!

            A briar wrapped around Valentino’s wrist. The thorns sunk into his skin, and he gritted his teeth at the sudden pain. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at where the vine came from. Everyone was silent and turned their gaze on (Y/N), whose hand was lifted. They had summoned the vine.

            “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” hissed Valentino, and the hotel gang’s eyes widened as (Y/N) was faced with Valentino’s complete fury.

            “Telling you to fuck off like Angel did,” said (Y/N), refusing to cower.

            Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim lights of the club. “You’re making quite the enemy, you fucking brat.”

            “I certainly don’t want you as a friend,” sneered (Y/N), letting the vine tighten around Valentino’s wrist.

            Valentino gritted his teeth and ripped it away with another hand. Standing at his full height, he glared at Angel. “Enjoy your night, bitch. I’m going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow.” He looked back at (Y/N). “And you…You better be watch your fucking back. You’re going to pay for that.” He turned, and his red wings/cloak swept around with him as he went back to his lounge, fuming.

            “Fucking dickhead,” muttered Cherri.

            “Fucking hell, kid, if he hadn’t been at the club and not been able to risk destroying it, he could’ve tried to kill you,” said Husk, looking at (Y/N).

            They crossed their arms. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt Angel. Not when he’s here with us. Plus he made me feel fucking gross.”

            Angel looked at (Y/N). “He deserved it. Only wish I could’ve been the one to hurt him.” And he wished he could’ve kept Valentino from speaking like that about (Y/N), but he knew (Y/N) had already seen that.

            “Maybe one day you will,” said (Y/N).

            “I hope so,” said Angel. His shoulders heaved as the adrenaline ran out. “Let’s go.”

            Husk patted his back. “Proud of you.”

            Angel smiled. “Thanks.”

            “And you, too, kid, even if it was fucking stupid,” said Husk. “Valentino has got a lot of pull.”

            “I’ve lived under enough people’s thumbs,” said (Y/N), their gaze darkening. “I’m not doing it anymore.”

            Angel and Husk exchanged a look but decided not to ask (Y/N) what that meant. They looked upset enough.

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            “What have you done to Niffty?” said Alastor as the group returned to the hotel. He was grinning at all of their appearances.

            Niffty was holding her head as Husk carried her, Angel Dust was ready to pass out at this point, Pentious was miserable since he hadn’t gotten a chance to “do the sex” with Cherri, and (Y/N)’s anger had worn off to disgust at their experience with Valentino.

            “She drank too much,” said Angel, throwing himself down on the couch. “Don’t wake me. I’m sleeping here forever.”

            “Move over,” said Husk, putting Niffty down to rest.

            “My, my, I thought Charlie had instructed you to have a good time,” tutted Alastor in amusement.

            “We did until Valentino showed up,” groaned Angel. “The dick tried to get Niffty and (Y/N) to work for him.”

            Husk shivered as Alastor’s grin widened but turned sharp and deadly.

            “Did he now?” said Alastor.

            “And then the creep tried to hit Angel!” said (Y/N) angrily.

            “And the kid stupidly made Valentino angry by hurting him with their thorns,” said Husk. “He threatened them.” Husk was proud of them for interceding when Angel had nearly gotten hurt, but he was worried about what Valentino would do now that he knew their face and disliked them.

            “He deserved it,” said (Y/N) sourly.

            “Hell yeah,” said Angel. “He was being a fucking creep.” His friends were off limits, and (Y/N) was seventeen. Not eighteen. Not an adult. Nothing like that. Valentino was a fucking monster.

            “Well, if you have any further trouble with that lecherous demon, I’m sure a quick conversation with me will put an end to it,” said Alastor, his grin dangerously wide even as he tapped (Y/N) on the forehead with his staff with more fondness than any of the demons present were familiar with him expressing.

            “I hope I never see him again,” grumbled (Y/N), completely oblivious to how protective Alastor’s words were.

            The Radio Demon, however, was. Ah, well. It was the truth. He wouldn’t have such a disgusting demon getting near his protégé.

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Frank is Pisces

I made a thread for this theory on TSBS Discord server and it blew up (it blew up so much more than I ever thought it would, like Jesus Christ. I'm super happy about it though). I figured that since I moved all my canon info stuff over here from the server, I might as well move my theory stuff over too

Long post warning, since there's a lot here. A lot of this exists because I was possessed by my adhd demon one night, noticed something about Frank, and then ran wild with it

(Last two pictures are part of a chart that SqarletGecko made for this theory. If Sqarlet sees this at any point, hi, hello! I appreciate you for feeding into this, Sqarlet)

There will be more images tacked on later. I'd add them now, but unfortunately, there's a 10 picture limit to posts. As stupid as that is. ANYWAY

Frank’s strong enough to kill two different witherstorms. Although him outright killing them was never verified, it was one of the only ways he could’ve come back so soon. The only other way would’ve been to wait by the portal, but assuming Moon would’ve closed it off due to the dimensions that Frank was in housing witherstorms, Frank would’ve had to find another way out

His name is neither Frank nor Forkface, so it’s entirely possible that it could be Pisces

Sqarlet pointed out that Castor said “Pisces is probably off doing his own thing”, which could be anything, and it certainly doesn’t preclude Pisces being on earth as Frank, doing whatever he’s been doing

In the “Lunar Gets Friendzoned” vrchat episode, Castor mentions Pisces again, this time saying (in reference to how Lunar’s “final test” would go, and how someone would be sent to judge his ability to control his powers) “Could be Nebula, could be Libra. Could be Pisces, but I doubt that. Hell, it could even be Taurus.” This is the second time Castor’s mentioned Pisces, as if he doesn’t have a whopping 10 other signs he could pull names from (minus Gemini and Pisces, obviously). This could be a case of simply sticking to a smaller pool out of the 12 names, but still

Castor has mentioned Pisces offhandedly two different times. Yeah, there could be a really simple explanation for that, but it sticks out to me, and I can't pinpoint why

During an Uno video, they did a “one breath for yes, two for no” thing with Frank, and he confirmed that he had a bad past. Given some of the things that Castor has said about Taurus, it’s a possibility that Frank/Pisces was trying to get away from him. Some other Pisces traits are that they’re supposed to be super empathetic and deeply emotional. If Taurus said or did something that impacted Frank/Pisces enough, he could’ve chosen to leave

For a while, Frank didn’t seem to react much when people acted scared of him, but as he’s spent more time with the channels, he’s developing more emotionally, which would make sense if he was younger. According to a google search I ran, “Pisces emotional sensitivity is high, helping them to remain in tune with others also leaving them vulnerable to criticism, worrying about about the effects that their actions might have on others,” which could explain why he acted so sad when he briefly appeared in the lobby in an FFFS episode and everyone acted scared of him

Pisces has a heightened emotional sensitivity, they're very in tune with the emotions of those around them, and this in turn makes them worry about how others might react to them

In another Uno video, Foxy made a lighthearted comment to Frank about how he reminded him of his son, since he has a habit of inserting himself into situations and things. There are other characters who do this too, meaning that Foxy could’ve compared Frank to literally anyone, and yet, he chose a character that’s a child. If Frank is Pisces, he’d be the youngest of the astral bodies

If you watch him, Frank does have some childlike mannerisms and behaviors. The first thing is the way he sometimes wants to show someone something, but then gets upset when they touch it. It’s like when a kid gets a new toy and shows their friend, but then gets upset when their friends tries playing with it because it’s theirs. The second thing is him apparently drawing on the wall underneath Earth’s bed. Drawing on walls is something that kids do. The third thing is him trying to feed Earth a piece of pizza. Kids will sometimes try to feed people too, though it’s typically only with people they’re close with, that they know pretty well

If Frank is Pisces and therefore the youngest of the astral bodies, there’s a chance that he chose to show up in the daycare because he knows it’s a safe place for kids, and that there are good caretakers there (Sun, Moon, Earth, and Lunar). He could’ve chosen a daycare attendant-esque form to blend in better with the daycare environment, or he could’ve copied what he saw of the caretakers there, much like how kids copy the adults they see

Pisces is the youngest of the astral bodies, so everything that Frank does that seems like something a kid might do,, could sort of tie in with that. Frank has seemed to somewhat mature and "grow up" in a sense as of recently though, so these childlike habits and behaviors have begun to become rarer and rarer

Pisces has ties to illusions, dreams, and the subconscious. This could explain the times when Frank appeared in both Monty and Earth’s dreams, and then dragged the Stitchwraith into his own mind. In the case of Monty’s dream, Frank knew that they’d had problems with their dad and he’d even offered to be their listening ear, so seeing the shape Monty was in emotionally and mentally after their dad died, Frank may have guided them to an image of their dad to try to promote a form of closure and emotional healing and recovery before Monty woke up (did I mention that being a healer is also a Pisces trait?). He was silent in the dream, so Monty’s mind couldn't have heard his signature heavy breathing and did something funky with that. In Earth’s case, Frank somehow knew that she was having a nightmare and he came to wake her up, repeatedly saying “no fear”, as if he was telling her not to be afraid. With the Stitchwraith, the Stitchwraith wasn’t aware that he’d been pulled into his own mind. Frank didn’t confirm that he was until he told the Stitchwraith that “It’s just a bad dream, a nightmare”, and told him to wake up

More Pisces traits are wanting to help people and being a healer. Adding in the ties to illusions, dreams, and the subconscious, I feel like creating dreams to help people recover from things wouldn't be too farfetched. In the case of Earth, Frank knew she was having a nightmare and wanted to wake her up so that she wouldn't be scared anymore. To this day, I have no way to explain how he could've possibly known about her having a nightmare, aside from sensing her distress and/or having some kind of connection to her subconscious

I found a snippet of an article that said “When we meet Pisces, we are taken aback by their remote coldness; they often act like confused geniuses or oddballs who have trouble interacting with others.” It’s confirmed that Frank is highly intelligent; he somehow knew how to get into Moon’s computer and registered himself as the primary user, and he somehow swiped Foxy’s voicebox and installed it in himself, then took it back out and reinstalled it in Foxy. Frank is also an oddball, but I don’t really need to explain that one

Frank has made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t like Ruin. He’s had many opportunities to take him out or even just attack him, but he hasn’t. Castor has stated that astral bodies typically don’t get involved with things or associate with people unless they really need to. If Frank is Pisces, he may have avoided going after Ruin because it’d go against the rules

There are some mixed messages on whether or not Pisces is a rule follower, but a couple things I found that stuck out to me implied that sometimes they follow the rules, and sometimes they do whatever they want as long as they’re satisfied. We were given a glimpse of this with Frank when Lunar tried to run him over with a car in a vrchat episode. Frank didn’t seem to care as much about the fact that he was nearly run over, and instead, became agitated with Lunar for parking incorrectly. He also made Lunar get in his car, and then proceeded to move it out of the alley and to the drive thru, where Lunar was supposed to be anyways. He might’ve also reacted poorly to Monty and Earth bringing a goose into the restaurant they were in, since animals don’t belong there. Beyond that, Frank’s also gotten upset with Sun and tried to menacingly follow him around the room when Sun cheated during a game of Uno, showing that he doesn’t like cheaters

Frank seems to have a knack for interrupting people’s dates. Most of the time, he’s trying to help but doesn’t seem to grasp that his behavior might be making people uncomfortable, BUT according to google, the Pisces sign is known for being jealous of other people’s love lives. After the death of Ruined Monty, Frank may have started to feel a little jealous of others

According to google, “most Pisceans are very good at earning a stable living,” and “they are usually very effective in any career that needs collaboration with others or inventiveness.” It’s been stated before that Frank works in at least three different restaurants, and a restaurant type environment would require collaboration with others to keep everything running smoothly. He’d be earning good money from those three restaurant jobs, and another Pisces trait is wanting to help people, so working in a restaurant would be a way for him to do that

Strengths of Pisces would include being selfless and thoughtful, passionate and creative, gratitude and self-sacrifice, tolerance and a keen understanding, and being kind and sympathetic. Weaknesses of Pisces include being influenced by their surroundings, being careless, rash, and ill-disciplined, having an inability to confront reality due to an absence of confidence, being insecure, sentimentalism, indecisiveness, and a lack of foresight. These are all from a chart I found, and although I don’t think we’ve seen too many of these weaknesses in Frank yet, we’ve definitely seen a lot of the strengths

We have no idea where Frank was before he first showed up at the daycare. Fazbear apparently had him shipped in to replace Moon, but with how easily he got into Moon’s computer, it wouldn’t be too farfetched to assume that he could’ve possibly also hopped onto a different device and sent a fake email, posing as Fazbears to keep people from asking too many questions about why he’s there

Like Sqarlet has said, we’ve noticed a pattern of astral signs following the usual astrological descriptions, but it’s not necessarily a rule, nor is it to a T. It’s very possible that Frank mostly follows the general tendencies of Pisces, but still has individual quirks and such that are different. It could be a case where perfectionism or a preference for rule-following/organization is just a lil personal thing of his, unrelated to astrology

Another thing suggested by Sqarlet is that the Pisces dealio might explain why Frank’s general choice of appearance is generally uncanny/unsettling. Astral bodies don’t necessarily have a spectacular grasp on how to Aesthetic effectively, at least from an earthling’s perspective

Eclipse once used star power to get into Puppet’s dreamscape, when Puppet was on his way to get Lunar. If star power is what makes dreamscape stuff possible, then Frank would need access to it in order to do the same (see: all the dream stuff he did with Monty and him showing up in Stitchwraith’s dreamscape)

Whenever Frank appears, whoever he appears around is usually experiencing a negative emotion of some sort. Some instances of this can be seen when he showed up and tried to talk to Monty after Monty had a fight with their dad and was frustrated, when Earth and Sun were worrying about Lunar when Lunar lost his voice, when Sun got turned into a dragon and was panicking, and when Earth had a nightmare and was freaking out over it

Foxy’s implied that Frank was probably trying his best to be helpful, during all the dates that he unintentionally ruined. Which… means that although Frank is trying his best to be helpful, he might not understand what “normal” behavior looks like, then he messes up, and then he gets upset when people misunderstand him and his intentions, or when whatever he’s doing ends up backfiring in some way. Pisces’ loves to help others and can’t stand being misunderstood, so this lines up beautifully

During a podcast episode, Frank breathed heavier when Castor and Pollux were mentioned, implying that he may know them. Given how he even attempted to speak again, he likely had some kind of thoughts or feelings toward them, too

The astral bodies are typically aware of almost everything that happens. This might explain how Frank (if he’s Pisces) knew that Foxy would be alone on Christmas. It was only Foxy, Freddy, and Francine present when the Stitchwraith took FC, so unless Frank was spying on everyone or has taken to watching the channels like Ruin apparently does, he shouldn’t know what happened

If the Foxy’s Intervention episode is anything to go by, no one ever knows where Frank is, and yet, he still knows where he’s needed and goes there to help

With the way that Pisces deals with illusions just as much as dreams and the subconscious, it’s possible that the Frank that the Stitchwaith saw was just an illusion. This could explain why Frank wasn’t hit by Stitchwraith’s weird chest laser thing (unless he quickly teleported out of the way), and why we never saw him go up to the Stithwraith and try pushing him around or anything, despite how Frank was acting toward him. We’ve seen Frank physically interact with people before, so we know he can, but if he was an illusion, that wouldn’t be possible

Something else to consider that I haven't shared with the theory thread yet (that I can remember) is that when Pisces feels hurt or betrayed in any way, they can be incredibly vengeful. Their vengeance, according to a search I ran, could be intense enough to break trust and damage relationships, if they're not careful. In killing ruined Monty, Bloodmoon may have unknowingly made Frank feel so deeply hurt that Frank has now decided that he needs to get revenge on him. He kept saying things during their encounter that made it feel like he may be entertaining the idea of getting rid of one of the twins, which... follows a very "you took away someone who meant the world to me, let's see what happens when I do it to you" sort of logic

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #tsams frank #the sun and moon show frank #sun and moon show frank #sams frank #sun and moon show forkface #the sun and moon show forkface #tsams forkface #sams forkface #theory time #'but arson/skellies what about (insert x thing here' #i can guarantee you. I've thought all of this through at least a dozen times #I've been rotating it in my brain nonstop #ever since i first had the idea for all of this #it started with the way his face plates look when he opens them up #and it went downhill from there

[itshype]

Navigate any storm, with nothing but the stars to guide you (DC x DP)

Hello! My other dc x dp notfic blew up overnight so here’s another one (this is not a part 2 but here is the link to Kingmaker, Kingbreaker, Crowntaker, Realmshaker where Danny is an important political ghost figure)

So, there are only a few Astronaut!Danny fics and most of them don’t quite land with me. They’re really good, but a lot of them have Danny getting his job at NASA because of his ghost powers. And like, nothing about Danny’s arc/s ever hints to me that he would show up to a government agency and give them a full rundown of his abilities – even for his dream job.

So instead of a protection-obsessed Danny, his Obsession develops as wanting to go to space. So, he’ll still fight the ghosts because he’s not a psycho with no regard for human life, but these fights aren’t a priority to him the same way in canon. Instead, Danny fights a lot dirtier, goes to 10 a lot faster – instead of it being a rarely used ability, his go-to is the Ghostly Wail in round one of a fight because it’ll get everything over nice and quick. He needs great grades to even enter the space program let alone astronaut training.

Because of this, Danny isn’t getting involved in problems just because ghosts are involved.

Did he turn the portal on for the first time? Yes.

Is it his responsibility because his parents refuse to add security or even just turn it off when not in use? Absolutely not!

There’ll definitely be a short-term dip in Danny’s grades but he plays up the “I was in a lab accident” thing to his school (actually more like he just didn’t cover it up) and can get extra credit or whatever (in Australia they’d just ignore the assignments you missed/failed and make your average from everything else but Teen Wolf fics often go on about extra credit so lets whack that in for Cultural Authenticity). But after that, Danny only gets involved if it’s getting really dangerous out there because he can’t skip this test/miss this homework etc.

Because of this, Phantom would probably be a lot more popular. Instead of running around and chasing ghosts and causing damage, he shows up like a Deus ex Machina when people are terrified, and lives are at risk. Downside is probably that Amity calls him Invis-o-bill for a while longer – he still wants to go by Phantom but correcting people isn’t his priority.

Also, his obsession makes his crush for Paulina turn off because I never found that a fun storyline. Also, when he gets in trouble for Dash’s bad behaviour he fights back against Dash and/or the teachers because “There’s a new documentary about theoretical White Holes tonight and our DVR gained sentience and ran off, so I have to watch it live.”

Downside of all these great changes? Jazz. In canon it takes ages for Danny to find out she saw his death-event. But in this, Danny’s personality changes are a lot more evident and drastic. I still don’t think the parents would suspect anything because my opinion of them is so far down it popped out of the other side of the Earth and spun off into the cosmos.

Jazz wants to be a psychologist. ‘Drastic changes in behaviour and personality’ are the early warning signs for hundreds of things from bipolar disorder, to drugs, to schizophrenia, sexual assault or joining a gang. She would be less likely to blow this off I think than in canon where his personality changes can be explained a lot more easily with “moody teen being taught by teachers who are on the bully’s side.” She figures out what’s happening a lot earlier. She doesn’t love that her baby brother is a ghostly hero, but his grades are great and it’s pretty hard to say “No you should let the town be destroyed and get a part-time job instead.”

So then, when the GIW come to town to try and set up, everyone is like “oh yeah, sure, go for it, except for Phantom, he’s our little meow meow.”

The GIW try to attack him anyway and the responding retaliation from Casper high students and most adults is so violent and extreme that the GIW mark the town as being completely 100% possessed with the hopes that they’ll get carte blanche to attack anyone they want in Amity (mostly because they’re petty manchildren).

However, declaring open season on an entire town is a bit much and all this ecto-nonsense is pretty new so the fear hasn’t 100% set into the administration. So instead, the President contacts the Justice League who call in the Justice League Dark (the magic department of the Justice League).

They’re probably freaked out but then Oracle finds footage of the ‘Possession attack on government agents’ from a security camera or something and Constantine is immediately like “None of those people are possessed, hope that helps, I have to go I’m late for a booty call with Beelzebub.”

MEANWHILE!!! Jazz has started coming to fights when she can (dressed like a real Fenton ghosthunter – Dad is so proud) and loudly announcing their insecurities because we know that psychic damage can actually cause ghosts to physically change (i.e. when Cujo is threatened he goes Big, when Spectra is satiated she appears more human, Amorpho’s whole thing). Within weeks, the less-evil ghosts want to make deals. I mean skulker and walker probably won’t want to concede, but the others get day-passes from the ghost zone like:

Ember can throw a concert and hypnotise everyone attending or streaming online but she has to let them go when the show is over.

Maybe Kitty can possess Jazz for a few hours for a date, or Tucker can build her a robot body assuming ghosts that aren’t Technus, master of all technology can possess electronics if they want to.

Eventually, Danny goes “Why is coming here so important, why do you go to so much effort and constraints to leave the Ghost Zone?”

And that’s when he finds out that the Ghost Zone is a ruthless, desolate place that’s awful and dangerous.

So, he calls the Justice League (Tucker gets him the number and he dials right into the Watchtower PA). And he essentially goes:

“I am Phantom, bridge between worlds. The ghosts of Amity Park were interfering with my Ghostly Dream and I have recently discovered that this is because the Infinite Realms is a sucky place to be. Can you fix it?”

The Justice League are thinking ‘wow two birds one stone and we get free amazing publicity!’ Then they talk to Constantine for two-point-five seconds, and he is all “It’s infinite, you morons, you can’t patch it up one villain at a time. Anyways I have to go sell my soul to a sixth party to prevent a magical demon war, peace out.”

So then, the Justice League are in Amity and tell Phantom that they’re very sorry but what he asked isn’t really feasible. And immediately they figure out that something is slightly off.

Now I stand by my headcanon that the Justice League wouldn’t immediately figure out Danny’s secret because there’s no real reason to think a ghost would have a secret identity.  But just speaking to any of the halfas you can tell they’re different. Less obsessive, don’t go violent as fast etc.

Now, just because they don’t realise Danny is 50% human, does not mean they did no research. They looked him up and came across historical records made during his time travel jaunts and immediately reach the fairly reasonable conclusion that he’s special, more powerful and more human because he’s just that old. So they ask him why the ghost zone is like that and if it could be changed or fixed – even just a small portion of it for use by less aggressive ghosts.

Danny admits he has no idea, but they could all go find out because it was Sunday. None of the Justice League know why the day is relevant but through the combined powers of Sam, Tucker and Jazz, they manage to get his parents onto the other side of town while they enter the ghost zone.

They quickly find Ghost Writer, because he’s an under-utilised character. He explains that long, long ago the ghost zone was a much brighter place with a golden sunrise sky and an overflowing font of ectoplasm under the rule of the powerful King of the Infinite Realms – Inferna the Bright. But he was brutally overtaken by the disgusting Pariah Dark. Inferna never recovered and the entire zone changed, becoming dark and harsh like her master whose obsession was subjugation. Pariah was sealed away, but by a large group instead of in single combat. So technically he was still at the helm of the entire dimension.

If only there was another ghost, brave and powerful enough to defeat Pariah Dark. One strong enough to bear the helm of the Crown of Fire. One with an obsession that would transform the ghost realm into a place of wonder once more.

If only…

(TBC??)

(IN CASE IT WASN’T OBVIOUS, each King makes one artifact: Inferna was obsessed with the Sun but expressed it healthily, Pariah Dark was obsessed with winning and beating other people and expressed it terribly)

Also, fyi Inferna doesn’t just sound like Inferno but is also Latin for the Underworld, so the implication is that they were king for FOREVER before Pariah.

#aaaaaa #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #justice league #not fic #mine #the flash #barry allen #batman #tucker foley #jazz fenton #SERVICE ANIMAL CUJO #ghost writer #kitty #johnny 13 #john constantine #the JLA #space obsessed Danny #ember McLain #astronaut Danny Fenton

[pixeljade]

Imagine if you were an insanely popular soccer player. Like HUGE, and your dad was a bigger one! He kinda sucked, though, but now the spotlight's on you. And then one day at the championship game, suddenly, a weird fucked up flying whale monster comes and starts killing everyone. And while you're running from it, you come across your dad's old friend, who throws you a weapon and tells you to fight. Then after you fight a bit he just up and feeds you to the whale...when you wake up, you're in some other fucking world. It makes no sense, they dont even really do technology except for sports, and they KNOW about this fucked up whale! They have a whole religion about it. They also know about your home, but they claim it was destroyed ages ago and is now turned into the goddamn holy land. And guess what, their prayer is EXACTLY like the team victory cheer you knew back home. You follow a priestess of this religion and her posse of freaks including a goth girl, her inexplicable jock boyfriend, a fursona, and go across the landscape seeking passage back to your own world. Eventually you run into your dad's friend when a race war results in a kidnapping at this world's championship game, and he joins your pilgrimage and eventually reveals that the fucked up whale actually IS your dad! Also you meet this huge asshole high priest politician guy, who wants to bang the priestess even tho you already got the hots for her! He sucks, and you continue on, and meet the girl who did the kidnapping of your potential girlfriend, and she helped save you once, so you vouch for her. Then you make it to the asshole's home, which happens to have a portal to the fucking afterlife for some reason. That night you find out both that the asshole killed his dad, and intends to kill your priestess girlfriend if she wont bang him. So you're like fuck that, we'll all fuck you up TOGETHER!!! And kick his ass! And then leave and continue the pilgrimage. You find yourself suddenly on the other side of the race war after realizing they were actually the good guys, and rebel against the world's theocratic regime, only to find out the people leading it are a bunch of GHOSTS! And then you attack them and a fucked up ghost dragon underwater for some reason. Whatever its just there. Anyways, then you go back up to the surface for the last leg of the pilgrimage. The furry ends up taking you through his village, and fights his friends with you. Then you end up coming across the asshole AGAIN, but hes a ghost and has fucked up ghost powers!! You kill him again, and finally end up at the holy land that they claimed was where your home was...and its a bunch of ruins and this huge magic mainframe of ghosts. It turnd out you were one of the ghosts stored on it. And that mainframe, it exists because the city the theocracy lives in blew up your city but your people managed to store up the ghosts of everyone and make a backup before they died! Their attack created the first ever Fucked-Up Whale. BUT the whale is so incredibly fucked up he can ENTER the mainframe and take people out of it! Your dad got out of it that way, and then he did the pilgrimage too, defeated HIS whale, and became one because for some reason thats just how it works. And his friend is a ghost too, but just a regular one, and he went into the mainframe using him in order to pull YOU out into the world outside! So now you're like fuck this, fuck you, and you kill the whale, and the asshole one last time, and even the goddess herself! Because fuck it, why not!!! And you were just a fucking soccer player, but now you've killed god!

Anyways Final Fantasy X is wild

#ffx #final fantasy x #final fantasy

[obsidiancreates]

2012 get thrown into Rise Universe and The Universe is like "Don't we already have these guys? Two sets? ... Well one's incomplete, lemme fix that," and gives 2012 the same Mystic Powers as their counterparts.

Rise Boys think there's a band of villains impersonating them and causing massive amounts of public property destruction. In reality the 2012 Boys are ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT BY THE SUDDEN POWERS and just trying desperately to keep Mikey from setting things on fire and Raph's headslaps from destroying whole buildings and Leo from getting stuck inside random places and Donnie from unleashing a rain of mystic gunfire onto every stray animal that spooks them by accident.

Eventually Rise find them, ready for a fight, but 2012 are just tired and confused and now there's? More turtles? Who are also color-coded ninjas? Is this an alternate universe again? Hey please help us Raph tried to flick a bug off of Donnie and sent him through like five buildings and then Donnie blew up an alleyway trying to open a can of peaches and Mikey started a forest fire trying to swat a fly and Leo almost got caught because he accidentally fell through a portal he made while cutting a loaf of old bread and he ended up in the middle of the damn mayor's office.

And who are The Rise Boys to say no, especially when 2012 pulls out their secret weapon: those Sad Eyes they used to convince Splinter to let them to to the surface in Episode 1. Raph and Mikey agree to help right away while Leo and Donnie reluctantly go along.

They bring them back to their kick-ass lair that's way better than 2012's let's be real here, and Splinter and Draxum are both there trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the TV without Donnie's help. Rise Mikey enters with a "Hi Dads so we found some stray other turtles with our powers who may or may not be Us from another universe, anyway we'll be in Raph's room if you need us okay bye!"

"... Did they just say, Other Versions Of Themselves?"

"Oh, great. Now I have to go back to calling them colors! ... Unless I call the new ones colors. Hmm..."

"You're not more concerned about this?"

"Of course I am! There are eight teenagers living in my house now! My shows will never be heard by me again!"

"And also the multiverse might be ripping apart?"

"But. Also more sons."

"No."

"... Yes."

Cue Rise Boys trying to teach 2012 Boys how to control/use the mystic powers while the 2012 Boys are still trying to process how different this world is.

"Okay Tiny Me, the key to it is viewing it as just another part of your body- are you listening?"

"Huh? Hey, why's the city so colorful right now?"

"Uh, 'cause of all the colored lights? Does yours not have them?"

"Nah. Our buildings aren't really tall enough for this many."

"Your buildings are short?! What kinda New York do you live in?!"

#tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover

[shallow-wordsalad]

reading recent stories of Magic: The Gathering's lore has reminded me of the importance of avoiding the Idiot Ball when writing. the latest two chapters of Phyrexia: All Will Be One's story have been a sequential and rapid passing of the Idiot Ball from Kaya to Kaito to Elspeth and it lead very quickly to the villain getting what they wanted through no action of their own. we did a whole thing about going to the past, getting in contact with the person who originally beat Phyrexia, getting an extra copy of the ultra-bomb he used to destroy them, and bringing it all the way to New Phyrexia's portal-opening magic god-tree before Kaya went "hey what if this explosion hurts someone innocent". somehow that one freaking sentence was enough for Kaito to go "hey yeah wait this is a bad idea we shouldn't do this", and Jace - poor friggin' Jace - was just flabberghasted and left holding the bag going "buh - w, wait, hold on, we're already here, we HAVE the bomb, we're good to go!" but, nah, Kaya and Kaito made their moral decision in a split second and by god they're going to defend it come hell or glistening oil. and then, as if that's not bad enough, Elspeth catches up with them after Jace manages to finally activate the Sylex - doing the thing they were trying to do at the start of this entire extremely-lethal excursion - and SOMEHOW knew there was some kind of moral debate happening and that she disagreed with Jace. so he gets freaking stabbed, and she disappears with the bomb to blow it up somewhere else - somewhere where a lot more innocents are likely to get caught in the crossfire. or, since she took it to the Blind Eternities, possibly WAY WORSE - the entire argument was about not knowing if the Sylex's blast-radius could cross the Blind Eternities, so I guess we're gonna fuck around and find out? nice work fellas, we blew up innocent people and didn't even graze the robo-zombies we wanted to blow up in the first place. the same robo-zombies who are about to spread all over the Multiverse and kill everyone anyway.

I don't mind the villain winning, but the state of things in MtG's lore is such that Elesh Norn conquering the Multiverse is really more a testament to the absolute idiocy of the heroes than the ruthless efficacy of Phyrexia. it reads less like a masterstroke of villainous planning, or even just one crucial mistake at the worst moment, more like a D&D party who just couldn't get their shit together for so long that the DM just called it off with Rocks Fall Everyone Dies. this was a series of colossal fuckups and leaps of unfollowable logic, and somehow in pre-written story, someone managed to metagame information they shouldn't have had.

seriously, this? "Somehow, in that moment, she understood everything—what Jace had resolved to do, what was about to happen not just to Mirrodin but to the Multiverse itself. Elspeth saw, with perfect clarity, what needed to be done." this is garbage. yeah, SOMEHOW, Elspeth knew all this very specific stuff that everyone else only had just guessed at two seconds ago, and only decided upon one second ago. what do we need Jace for anyway, Elspeth is clearly some kind of mind-reading precognitive psychic on the level of someone reading a script a page ahead.

jesus christ. if you're going to have doubt and infighting among your protagonists, at least have it make sense. these idiots had an entire plot arc to think about the consequences of the Sylex's use, and only decided to question it at the very-literal last second with the worst conclusions possible. it not only cost the heroes a victory, but it cost the integrity of the story as a whole. this sucks.

#rant over #magic the gathering #mtg #creative writing #dont do this #jace was the only one doing what they went there to do #and they stabbed him for it #i think elesh norn must've been sitting on her bone-throne #just vibin to the chorus of the machine orthodoxy #when she noticed some dudes in her seedcore with a bomb #hauled ass down there #by the time she got there they'd already killed each other and the bomb is gone #“oh cool we're still on for horrible machine gigadeath” #“didn't even need to come down here” #“love it when problems solve themselves” #phyrexia all will be one #mtg story

[unholyhelbig]

PART TWO OF SPIDER!PERSON SOULMATES

[a/n: Thank you all for the response to the first part of this! Here is part two, and depending on demand I may do a third part. Let me know!]

Title: Magnetic

Ship: Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Disclaimer: I did not proofread, if there are mistakes, I'm sorry!

Trigger warnings: mild injuries, horrible parenting, labs [?]

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Summary: Reader is a spider!person from earth-2099 and Kate Bishop is curious about why she's so drawn to them.

There was a trivial feeling to packing a duffel bag that you pilfered from the nearest thrift store. It was resting between a tapestry of crudely drawn frogs and an old vacuum cleaner that was still caked with dirt. It was small and the upholstery was falling apart, but it was enough for the little clothes that you allowed yourself.

If you had a few more weeks here, maybe you would have bought the frog tapestry and hung it up. The walls of your apartment were just as empty as they were two months ago when you painfully slid across the gravel rooftop of the very building you rented in.

You’d dislocated your shoulder and leaned up against the door to push it back into place, trying to swallow back the metallic taste in your mouth. The landlady opened the door and eyed you, her cigarette lit and angry in the dark. Old pink curlers were in her hair, and she blew a puff of smoke into your face.

They’d just had a room open up, and you used what little cash you had to pay the first half of rent for the month. That night you slept curled up on the wooden floor with your sweatshirt under your head. It was the most peaceful sleep that you’d had in months.

Kate and Peter lived across the hall in an equally shitty apartment that was somehow done up nicely and with a certain type of style that every Peter Parker you had met in the past couldn’t pull off. It was just your luck- to find Kate Bishop so soon after you had crash landed.

It infuriated you that there were so many rules along with the lack of rules that dimension hopping possessed.

Don’t interact with other versions of you- which, wasn’t a problem. There was only one you and it was difficult to keep track of that much.

It’s better not to mess with fate. Really- keep to yourself and don’t’ do anything superherolike because you carried a signature, and that was easily trackable. The last thing you wanted to be was trackable.

Don’t fall in love with a different version of your person. This is the one that you broke all the time, without fail.

It’s why you were shoving everything you owned into a bag and lifting up the floorboard in the back corner of your closet to retrieve the pocket watch. It used to be a pocket watch, anyway. Your father had enhanced it and tinkered until a portal tore into the universe and he stepped into it, hoping that it would work.

It did. From there he changed that pocket watch to something wearable, something that you could alter on your wrist. When you stole the original watch, you used to it jump to Earth 267, only for a moment, to disable the tracker before you hopped three more earths and found someplace to sleep, and cry, and think.

You squeezed the cold metal, breathing in. There wasn’t time to linger. You shoved the golden watch into your pocket, slung the duffel bag over your shoulder, and opened the door to the hallway. The green overhead lights tinted everything in a dingy blue, the carpet in the corridor smelled of mildew. You’d left the brass key and an apology note on the empty kitchen counter, which wasn’t your style, but also a hell of a lot nicer than the other tenants that occupied the space.

A small breath escaped you as you stared at Kate and Peter’s door. Part of you expected one of them to burst through it, but everything was silent, save for the methodic drip from the water pipe in the stairwell.

Two weeks ago, Kate had stolen you from the elevator the second the rickety doors screeched open. You were carrying a well-done steak that was left to congeal with mashed potatoes and gravy after a patron took a single bite. You’d wrapped it in tin foil, your body aching.

You were ready to crash on the single bed pushed against the back wall of your apartment, entirely content on scarfing down cold food and reading another chapter of a pulp horror book you’d thrifted along with a lamp without a shade.

“Y/n, you have to help me.” Fear and questioning must have flashed across your face, because Kate squeezed your arm and a warmth flooded your stomach. “There’s this massive spider in the shower, and Old Woman Harbor told me to shove it.”

“It can’t be that big.”

She deadpanned “It has its own zip code. Please, I’m begging you.”

“Where’s Peter?”

You asked the question even as you resigned to your fate and let her grasp your hand, tugging you towards her apartment. It was decorated much nicer than yours, seeing as it had furniture, and smelled thickly of cinnamon. There was a comfort that radiated from the space- it was lived in, it was personalized.

“Pete? Please, he’s more afraid of spiders than I am.” Kate turned to you, watched as your eyes flitted around the room, taking in the art, and the books, and the records. “Rescue me, fair warrior, for I am at the mercy of an eight-legged creature from darkness.”

You had scooped the spider onto a piece of paper, using a mug that was holding discarded pens and keys that led to nowhere. It was a big spider and you tried to ignore the way it blinked at you as you slid open the window and gently set it on the damp fire-escape.

The door that you stared at now didn’t open to that familiar comfort, or that deep cinnamon scent. You pulled your hood over your head and pushed into the stairwell. Instead of going down, towards the street, you went up to the place where it all started.

The pocket watch that weighed down your clothes packed a punch. There was an electromagnetic pull, everything would raise into the air and then come crashing down. Better some gravel than the shitty furniture you had acquired.

A light drizzle cool your cheeks, the lights from buildings around you were blinking on and off with activity. There wasn’t a moment in this city where it wasn’t raining. You couldn’t tell if it was the earth, or the season. Either way, you looked up for a few, long moments, letting the drops soak your collar.

Lightening flashed, shading the limestone of the building, your breath as it pushed through the air. There had been dozens of universes, each one different than the last. But the tugging, the importance of this one, lingered against your skin. No rain could wash it away. No amount of swallowing your pride could make any of this feel right.

You clenched your eyes shut and fought back emotions that clung to you. This was better for everyone. It was better to leave- because the one moment that you had let yourself be you was enough for your father to pick up on a signal. He’d rip through the city if you stayed. Rip through Gary, and Peter, and Benny, and Kate.

“You were just going to leave, then?”

Kate.

She was silhouetted by the dim light of the stairway, but only for a moment. The door fell closed behind her and suddenly, the two of you were alone on the rooftop. Even in the darkness of the night, you could see the anger written across her face. It wasn’t quite disgust. Not yet.

Her words rumbled over the rain. “You’re a coward.”

“I’m not going to fight with you. Not again.”

You set the duffel bag down and turned to her, took a few steps away from the edge of the building. There was a good distance between you. Water had matted her hair down and dripped from the point of her nose and slope of her chin. There was hurt in her eyes.

“You’ve never fought with me.”

“I’ve seen how this plays out.”

“With all the other Kate’s!” she raised her voice, gesturing angrily. “Dozens of them, from what I figure. You appear in their lives, and then leave and how do you think that makes them feel? How do you think that makes me feel?”

“I’d rather you be in pain than dead. Do you not understand? I’m fated to be with you, but you’re also fated to perish in every single universe where we cross paths. I’ve mapped them, I’ve… I’ve lived them and I may be a coward but better a coward than the cause of your demise.”

You had closed the gap between you. She was taller by a few inches; the furrow of her brow was prominent. Your bones itched to pull her close, to ignore the rain, and the cold, and feeling of defeat in favor of her body against yours, if only for a moment.

She whispered. “Eventually, you’re going to run out of worlds. Don’t you think it’s worth it to fight for the one you’re in right now? To fight for me?”

Pain ripped through you and you gave in to the cold of the rain that soaked into your clothes. You had resigned yourself not to cry in front of Kate Bishop. But water was dripping down your face and you could hardly muffle the sob that pushed through your throat.

“All I’ve ever wanted to do,” Your voice cracked, “was fight for you, Katie.”

The archer had softened, her head lilting to the side for only a moment before her angry exterior dissolved and her hands were on both of your cheeks, applying gentle pressure. Her eyes were red, strands of black hair adhered to her forehead.

She finally said, “Tell me. Tell me what happened.”

You ended up in her living room in front of one of the original fireplaces. The brick supported the building, and that was the only reason they hadn’t been repurposed into something cheaper. Old Woman Harbor didn’t’ pay for central heating, or air, but the brick hearths made up for it. You had lit your own once, reading by the warm glow.

Kate had supplied you with sweatpants and a T-shirt that smelled like lemon, like rosemary with a hint of detergent. She’d draped a blanket over your shoulders and handed you a cup of mint tea despite your protests. You both sat cross-legged, parallel to one another, knees barely touching.

Your duffel bag was by the door, dripping water onto the floor. You’d slid the watch from your sweatshirt and into the pocket of the pants you were provided with. Your nose was still red, cheeks pink from the steam of mug you held under your chin.

“I thought I answered all of your questions.”

“Don’t get defensive.” Kate pulled her knees to her chest, rested her chin against them. “I need you to tell me why your father is after you, why he’s so hellbent on making sure you don’t exist anymore.”

You took a scalding gulp of tea, mint filling your lungs. It burned, made your eyes pinch with water, but it was a better pain than remembering something you had tried so hard to forget. Your instinct was to run away from this Kate. But she was so, so much like yours- the one you had lost and yearned for.

She watched you quietly, taking in your movements and your procrastination. There was no pushing, not anything past the initial question. The warmth from the fire was beginning to settle into your bones.

“My father is a geneticist. He spent his entire life trying to splice the DNA of different things with humans, and his partner, Lyla- she specialized in interdimensional travel. They were funded by Alchemex, given free reign of the labs and unlimited funding.” You swallowed the artificial sweetener taste on your tongue. “Everyone thought they were capable of wonderful things.”

Kate’s voice was barely a whisper. “What changed?”

“My father became obsessed with creating the perfect creation. He started taking DNA from bats and splicing it with monkeys. Wolves and hamsters, fish and lizards- you name it and he tried to achieve it. He was getting to the point where he wanted to splice human DNA with something more. Lyla was the only one who could reign him in, not even my own mother could get through to him.

“Christmas Eve, Lyla was staying late at the lab, and her technology faltered. It was an interdimensional travel device that was stronger than a pocket watch they toyed around with in college. Either way, something went wrong, wires got crossed and suddenly, Lyla was gone.”

“Into a different dimension?”

Your eyes were damp, clouded with emotion. You shook your head and when you curled into the cup in front of you, a tear escaped, landing on the soft fabric of the blanket. You were quick to wipe it away, to steel yourself.

“My father can still talk to her. I don’t know how, I was never the science kid, you know? Music was my thing. I was a prodigy, even. Miguel, my brother, he was the one that followed in my father’s footsteps. The one who gained his respect.”

You hugged the blanket closer to you, shuddered into it. Kate flinched as if she wanted to move and comfort you, say something to ease your worries. But you both stayed where you were.

“A year after Lyla, I came home from college for the holidays. It was Christmas Eve, and though my mom begged my father to stay home for the day, he went into the office. I was sent to Alchemex to get him.” You laughed wetly, using the back of your hand to wipe away moisture “Which was stupid. He didn’t like me. He barely tolerated me.”

This time Kate did reach out, her fingers were like an electric current as they touched your knee. You flinched, then settled into the familiarity of her grip. You placed your hand on top of hers, constricted your fingers around hers. It was holding you in place.

“The man that I saw that night was not my father. I knew that we had our issues, our lack of connection, but there was this cold, detached look in his eyes. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even blink.” You whispered the next part, not finding the words. “One minute he was there, the lab was there, I was there and the next everything was black, there was this horrible pain in my temple.”

“He knocked you out?” Kate asked.

“Yeah, he did. A hell of a lot of force too. When I woke up, I couldn’t collect my thoughts, not all the way. The only thing that I could think about was my mother and how she had worked so hard on dinner and how it was getting cold. Which is so, so stupid, right? Worrying about the quality of mashed potatoes when my own father had me strapped to a lab table.”

You frowned, trying to remember. This part of your story was ebbed in pain. You were in and out of lucidity. There were lights that fuzzed at the edges and a surgical mask over your fathers face. He didn’t talk, but you pleaded. As much as you could, but knew it was worthless.

“He was ready to take his experiments to the next step. He wanted to try to morph DNA with a human and I was… I was there. I was convenient for him.”

Kate’s voice was soft, weak. “Jesus Christ,”

“When he wasn’t in his lab, he was traveling, searching the world for animals and insects that would aide him when he did finally perfect his craft. One of the spiders he brought back from his travels was the Evarcha Culcivora. The vampire spider.”

She blinked at you, clenching her jaw “The what?”

You laughed, some joy returning to your words. “Yeah, cute little thing, actually. It’s a jumping spider, and got it’s name because of it’s taste for blood. It doesn’t bite humans, though. Just mosquitos.”

“And that’s what he chose to…?”

“Mm, and it worked too. The pain was blinding, nearly unbearable. It felt like a million hornets had been shaken up in a glass and then pumped into my veins. Through all of it, I had broken free of the table, had enough strength to get away from him. I did the cowardly thing and I ran.”

“Coward? Y/n, he altered the DNA of his own child. There is a difference between being a coward and being alive.”

“I felt like a coward, and I suppose the habit stuck.” You shook your head, trying to clear the jumbled memory of pain and fear. “I… I couldn’t get my thoughts together. I blindly grabbed at his inventions.  The only thing I could remember was you. The you in Nueva York. There was a ring on my finger, and when I looked at it, I knew where to go.”

Kate swallowed hard, closed her eyes for a long moment. When they opened, they were stormy, saturated in despair, and longing. You couldn’t read the other emotion, her thumb moving over your knuckles.

“It’s the biggest mistake of my life. Leading him there.”

“He killed her.”

“Shot her twice in the stomach.” Your throat tightened. The collar of the sweatshirt Kate leant you was damp with tears. “Whatever sanity he had left was gone the moment he pulled that trigger. So, I pulled the one on the pocket watch. I let it take me wherever it wanted to.”

The silence lingered between you both, wood cracking as fire ate its way to the core. You took another gulp of your tea, it was cold now, coating the back of your throat with a fresh flavor. Kate had pulled her hand back into her own lab, stared at them for a long moment.

“Running is the only thing I’m good at.” You broke the silence. “I carry this… signature. Each time I use the watch, or do anything that’s remotely spider-like it pings on my father’s radar. He’s torn whole universes apart looking for me. Looking for one of his only successful fusions.”

“So, the other night, when you swooped in and helped Peter and I?”

“He knows. So, logically, it would make sense for me to go back up to the rooftop and get to the next universe.”

“And illogically?” Kate asked, raising both of her eyebrows. “What’s that option?”

“Kate,” You warned “There is no other option. I’m not strong enough to fight him. What he did to me, it gave me increased speed, and agility, and strength. Fuck, it even gave me fangs. But he’s too powerful.”

She groaned dramatically “Do you always have to do everything by yourself? Y/n, you’re not alone here. You have me, and Peter.”

“While I appreciate that, Katie, I don’t think it’ll be enough.”

“Okay!” She sighed, lowering her voice “Okay. Then I’ll call Clint and he’ll call the rest of the Avengers.”

You frowned and took a long gulp of your lukewarm tea. The mint made your throat tingle, your fingers twitching around the mug. The Avengers. You’d met all of them individually, in between universes where they fought their own battles- aliens from different worlds, and creatures that rise from ash.

“Clint,” You whispered, eyes finding Kate’s soft grey ones “What is he to you here?”

“My… my mentor. I wouldn’t say we’re best friends, but I mean, I think I’m wearing him down.”

You laughed; the sound filled the room like a crackling fire.  Kate gave you a proud smile that reminded you of a parent watching their kid walk for the first time or accept an award on stage. It was endearing and made your heart hum with longing.

“Good, good. I’m glad.” Again, you looked down at the muted brown liquid in your cup. “Katie, while that is incredibly noble of you, I have a feeling that the Avengers have bigger threats then my world hopping.”

“You won’t know unless you ask. And don’t give me that bullshit about getting turned down in different universes because this is my universe and if you haven’t noticed, I’m extremely charming and persistent.”

“I’ve noticed,”

Kate swallowed hard and took her hand from your knee. You fought a complaint about the lack of warmth, of comfort, but her palm was quickly against your cheek. She smelled like rain, damp and silent. Kate’s thumb moved soothingly, tracing the contours of your face.

“I know what it’s like to want to run, y/n.” her voice was a choked whisper “But just this once, please, stay. We can figure this out.”

“Kate,”

“Seeing you up on the roof, with that pocket watch, knowing that you could vanish into another universe in the matter of seconds and I’d never… I’d never see you again, it scared me. I don’t scare easily.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, clenching them so hard that you could see stars. When you opened them, she stared right back, so resolute and solid and touching your face. You had tried so hard to keep away from every single Kate Bishop you came across, for her safety. You hadn’t felt her hand since a ring weighed it down.

Every part of you wanted to give in and let her hold you, let her comfort you and make everything okay. Her words made you believe they might be.

“Forty-eight hours.” Kate begged “Give me 48 hours to fix this, and take you out on a proper date.”

There was apprehension in your voice, and in your stare. Kate would move earths for you, that was clear by her expression, her contemplation. “Okay, Katie. 48 hours.”

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#Kate Bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x you #Kate Bishop x y/n #Hawkeye #Hawkeye fanfiction #Marvel #Marvel Comics #marvel cinematic universe #kate Bishop fluff #request #soulmate au #spiderverse #earth 2099

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

A little raeda one-shot based on this beautiful art and prompt! @ackermanyuki You’ve probably got a few of these by now but it was so adorable that I had to contribute

It wasn’t, Eda told herself, like something bad happened every time they were apart.

Heck, they’d been apart for half the day. Raine had— very understandably— fallen asleep in the nest she’d made them almost immediately after they’d caught up and talked things through, and as much as Eda had wanted to stay, there were a thousand places she’d been needed more. Consoling Hooty over the loss of his door, helping Luz figure out the new portal, brainstorming ideas on how to keep the loyal coven heads under control with Darius and Lily… and all of it with Raine silent and out of sight. Through all of it, she’d been fine.

But then it got dark. 

And there she was, alone in her nest and one step away from tying herself to it to keep from peeking into the guest room. Just to make sure. 

It wasn’t like something bad happened every time they were apart. Heck, they’d been apart for half the day. But before that, the last time they separated, Raine got turned into a puppet. Before that, the two of them nearly had the magic drained out of them. Before that, Raine cut her out completely, with that floral freak breathing down their neck and trying to drug them—

Stop thinking about it, Eda. Not helpful.

But she could check on them. Just to make sure.

No. They needed their rest, and they’d always been such a light sleeper. 

But—

No. 

Eda drew in as much air as she could and blew it out in a sigh that rattled her curtains.

They needed their rest. And so did she.

But when her exhaustion finally won out over her worry, her dreams were anything but restful. Luz disintegrating before her eyes, again and again, until she woke up in her nest and ran to Raine, only to find a plasticine puppet where a flesh-and-blood witch had been the night before. Waking up and running to their room again, only to find a haunting blue glow in their eyes as Belos laughed and laughed in their voice. Waking up and running to their room to find them walking out of it, a haunting emptiness in their gaze. I can’t do this again, Eda. This was a mistake.

When she woke up from that one, her arms were covered in feathers. 

She knocked back an elixir, and the tang on her tongue felt real. The warmth in her throat felt real. But she stayed in her nest anyway, the thought of going down to Raine’s room making her worry the elixir was going to come right back up, and the thought of going anywhere but Raine’s room even worse. Almost an hour passed before the gentle knock came at the door. 

“Eda?” Raine called. “Would you like me to make some breakfast?”

She let out her first complete breath in twelve hours. 

On the second night, she didn’t even try to sleep. She tried not to contemplate how low she had sunk as she plucked the copy of Luz’s overly flamboyant and customer-repelling book the kid had left for Raine to read off the table in the living room and brought it up to bed, distracting herself from her mounting anxiety with her contempt for the overwrought prose. When her eyes finally grew too heavy to focus on that literary disgrace, Raine’s voice whispered to her in the darkness. 

“What am I doing here, Eda? I’m supposed to be sick in bed, not hiding with the realm’s most wanted witch! We haven’t even spoken in years!”

She woke with a gasp and reached for an elixir without even opening her eyes.

On the third night, she began sprouting feathers before she even lay down. Enough is enough, a small voice inside her whispered. Elixirs can only take you so far. You need to get to the root of the problem.

Raine can’t see me like this, the rest of her answered. They have enough going on without adding the curse to their problems—

She sat bolt upright. 

That was the kind of thinking that had made her lose them in the first place.

Enough was enough. 

She took a deep breath and stood, preparing to follow the path of her nightmares, preparing to probe them wrong, and yanked open her door—

Only to find Raine on the other side, their hand raised to knock. 

“Oh!” They took a step back, startled. “Are you okay?”

“Yes and no. I mean— physically I’m fine, I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Raine cocked their head, concern flooding their face. “Nightmares?”

“Yeah.”

A small, sad smile tugged at their lips. “Me too. I didn’t want to bother you, but…”

“After three nights of horrible sleep, you remembered we agreed to work on open communication?”

That got a laugh out of them. “I’m guessing you had the same problem?”

“Old habits die hard,” she sighed. 

“Well, it looks like we’re tougher than they are,” Raine said, crossing the threshold into her room. “Is it okay if I stay here tonight?”

Eda grinned, stepping back and beckoning them to her nest. “I was just coming to ask you the same thing.”

They settled into it, and Eda crawled in next to them, laying her head on their chest as they wrapped their arms around her. For all their musical genius, she thought, the steady rhythm of their heart against her ear was the best song they’d ever made. 

“I’m glad you’re here, Rainestorm.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” they promised. They reached up to stroke her hair. “No matter what that head of yours has been telling you.”

Bizarrely, Eda wanted to laugh. All these years of separation, and they could still read her well enough to know her nightmares before she said a word. 

“I know.”

“Do you want to talk about them? The nightmares?”

“They don’t matter,” she said. “You were right before. We’re stronger than old habits, and we’re stronger than old fears.” 

She snuggled closer to them, feeling them tighten their embrace, and for the first time since the day she’d first grown feathers, she felt wholly, completely safe. 

#the owl house #toh #raeda #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #luz noceda #emperor belos #philip wittebane #toh hooty #lilith clawthorne #darius daemonne #ray rambles #ray writes

[ginger375]

LUtober Day 25: Forest

See the full collection on AO3.

Time was restless. He supposed that could have been a metaphor or something, but after today’s portal shift, he found he couldn’t sit still.

It was an in-between era, but the landscape was similar enough to Time’s own that it could have been just before or soon after.

After getting the boys set to tasks and ensuring he could leave them to their own devices for a while, Time left the boys around the camp and headed into the forest.

The padded footprints of a four-legged animal followed, not trying to hide themselves from being noticed.

“Come on if you’re coming along, Pup,” Time called out to Twilight, who had shifted into his wolf form. The beast trotted to catch up and joined Time at his side.

The path through the forest was overgrown—or perhaps hadn’t been made yet— but the general route was familiar enough that Time could maneuver his way through the trees. Wolfie found his own route around fallen logs and moss-covered boulders, keeping Time in sight as he did.

It wasn’t until they rounded a bend that they found what Time was expecting to see.

The entrance to Kokiri Forest.

Time stepped up to the hollow log that led to his childhood home—his first childhood, anyway. He ran his fingers over the bark of the wood, recalling the gateway being a lot bigger; but then, he’d been a lot smaller the last time he walked through it.

He sat down next to it, a sad smile on his face. Wolfie sniffed around and stuck his head into the passage, which lasted all of a second before he pulled back and let out a series of sneezes.

Time laughed as Wolfie rubbed at his snout with a paw. It wasn’t like he could even go in; neither could Time. They couldn’t walk through there now if they wanted to. Adults weren’t able to enter the home of the Kokiri. He’d just get turned around and wind up back here.

All he could do was wonder.

Was Saria there right now? Did she know him at this point? Was Mido still guarding the path to the Great Deku Tree? Was it even the Deku Tree that raised Time growing there now? Or was it the sprout he planted after his tree father perished protecting the emerald?

Time sighed. So much introspection, so little daylight left.

He pulled out an ocarina–not the sacred one from the royal family, but the one his dearest friend had gifted him when he left their forest.

It had been some time since he played this one. He brought it to his lips and softly blew a few notes. It didn’t quite have the oomph that it usually did, but the slow gentle version of Saria’s Song was fitting for his mood.

Wolfie sat himself down beside Time, leaning into him to provide what little comfort he could. After hearing the song a few times, Wolfie added his own low howls to the music.

On the other side of the gate, a small child dressed in green listened with a smile.

#lutober #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu twilight #lu wolfie #ginger writes

[unofficialadamtaurus]

Volume 9 rewrite go brrrrrr (aftermath of paper pleasers’ village destruction)

“Now Salem has the relics, Atlas fell, we have no idea if anyone actually made it to Vacuo, and Penny—“ Ruby choked. “Penny died. Again.”

Jaune clenched his hand into a fist.

“But we have a chance to regroup here,” Blake said. “I trust Nora, Ren, and the others. They’ll keep people safe until we find a way back.”

“They can’t save everyone. Just like we couldn’t. Or did you forget the people Cinder blew up? The people we told to go through the portals who died for it! We couldn’t even save one village of Jaune’s make-believe friends.”

//Jaune blowup

“It was your idea!” Ruby shouted back. “I don’t care how long it’s been for you, I remember!” She knocked his hand away from her chest and jammed her finger against his armor instead. “You told people to go through the portals, you (second thing), and you”—her voice caught and she curled her hand into a weak fist against his breastplate—“you didn’t save Penny.”

The words weren’t directed at Jaune. Not really.

But Jaune stood frozen anyway. His mouth moved, and after a tense second, his voice finally escaped: “There was no other way.”

Ruby stilled. “What?”

“Back then, I couldn’t—we couldn’t just let Cinder take her maiden powers. She was bleeding out, Ruby, there wasn’t time to—and if Cinder got even more powerful—“

Ruby wasn’t hearing him. She stumbled back a step, face pale, heart shaking her whole frame with every beat. “No,” she whispered. “You didn’t.” Her eyes cut to Weiss. “You said—“

Weiss looked away. From Ruby, from the stunned gazes of both Blake and Yang, from all of them.

“Things were complicated enough already,” she told the ground, the same ground that was falling out from under Ruby’s feet.

And then Yang was there, shoving Jaune away with a warning look. “Give her some godsdamned space. Ruby, hey. Look at me.”

Ruby couldn’t bring her sister into focus. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her blood roared in her ears, her every thought broke apart into static, and she had to leave.

The urge, building from the instant Cinder’s visage had torn her confidence to shreds, became overpowering. Heedless of her sister’s hand reaching out, Jaune’s stammered apology, Weiss’s tears, and Blake’s horrified silence, Ruby fled. Trembling muscles turned to petals and Yang’s fingers closed on empty air.

#uat writing #ruby rose #jaune arc #yang xiao long #rwby fanfiction #rwby volume 9 #work in progress ofc but the vibe is good #this’ll blend well with wildfire’s take on the tea scene aftermath

[xiema]

Feaks

The last thing Ezra could remember was finding Ahsoka in the world between worlds. When he wakes up, he finds himself in the Chiss Ascendancy.

Relationships:

Ezra Bridger & Vurawn(Thrawn)

Tags:

Time travil, Enemies to friends, Headcanon, Vurawn and Ezra are out for trouble, Chiss ocs, Family, Friendship

Proloque:

When Ezra Briger opened his eyes, reality hit him like a slap in the face, or rather as if a house had hit him, because that's how he felt. The last thing he remembered was finding Ahsoka alive and well in the world between worlds and the inferno of flames that nearly killed them both before they could save themselves through the portals.

In the rush, however, Ezra hadn't really paid attention to which of the countless portals he had jumped through and thus didn't really know where he had come out again. But when he looked around a bit he could say one thing for sure: he was definitely not in a rebel base, the medical equipment was too ... well, too good. Rebel bases normally didn't have the means to buy high quality equipment. At best, they could steal some from the Empire. But apart from that, none of the instruments looked familiar to him.

Where was he?

His question was not answered, but with a hiss the door of the room opened and a blue-skinned woman with pitch-black hair and white clothes entered the room. At first glance, Ezra thought she was a Pendoran, until he noticed the red-glowing eyes that seemed to be able to see into his soul. Ezra froze.

She looked like Thrawn.

Until now, Ezra had never seen another like Thrawn. At the same moment, it occurred to him that he didn't even know what species the Grand Admiral belonged to. The woman paid no attention to him at first, too busy reading something on her datapad, only after a while she started to talk. Not that it would have been better, since Ezra didn't understand a single word. Staring uncomprehendingly for a while later he dared to say anything at all. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand a single word," she was relatively unimpressed and changed to another language and then to another, this went on for quite a while, "I don't think we're getting anywhere like this." he said after a while, more to himself than to his counterpart.

Now it was her turn to stare at him uncomprehendingly, at least until her facial expression changed to more than just obvious frustration. She showed him her flat hand, symbolizing to stay there, and then quickly left the room again. At least that's what he thought she meant. However, Ezra would not be Ezra if he would listen to something like that, he just wanted to have a quick look around.

The woman had locked the door and he was sure that guards had been posted on the other side, but that didn't matter because the young Jedi didn't intend to use the door anyway. In contrast to the doors, the windows could be opened with ease. The cold air which blew from the sea directly to him made him shiver. The room was at a dizzying height, if he had to guess, he would say that he was on the tenth or eleventh floor. Still, he jumped without hesitation, stopping his impact with a burst of power and landing as softly as if he had jumped no higher than the edge of a bed.

A shiver ran through his whole body; it really was damn cold on this planet. Maybe, Ezra thought to himself, it hadn't been such a good idea to jump out the window without proper clothes after all, but he would endure. After all, he didn't plan to stay outside for long.

Suddenly Ezra felt something in the Force, right behind him. It was as if something was reaching for him, carefully, hesitantly, something small and weak, almost like a...a child. Ezra turned around, and sure enough, behind him, a small horde of children, all blue-skinned and with those mottled red-glowing eyes, were staring at him, full of curiosity and wonder. Only when he looked around he realized that he had landed not far from a playground, the children must have seen how he had jumped and thought what the force knows.

Traumatizing a couple of kids was definitely not part of the plan.

A boy with slightly darker skin than the others was brave enough to approach him cautiously, stretching out his small arm and nudging the young Jedi once against the leg before he jumped back to the others as if bitten by a tarantula.

Did they think he was a ghost? A soft laugh escaped Ezra and he sank to his knees to appear less threatening, while the children watched his every move with eagle eyes, as if he would dissolve should they even dare to blink.

"Don't worry, I'm flesh and blood just like you. My name is Ezra Bidger." he grinned and held out a hand to the children, only to remind himself a few moments later that they probably didn't understand Galactic Basic, if the woman couldn't do it. He pointed to himself "Ezra Bridger." and then held out his hand to them again. This time it was a girl walking towards him, her hair tied in two braids that hung over her shoulders. Her large red eyes eyed him with curiosity as she took his hand.

"Ina'luk'aneto," she said.

"Ina'luk'aneto" the Jedi repeated, not sure if he had pronounced it correctly, which apparently he hadn't, because the girl burst into giggles and shook her head wildly as if making fun of him. She tried again, this time slower, but Ezra couldn't for the life of him hear the difference. Then she suddenly said something different. "Aluka."

"Aluka?" maybe a nickname, Ezra wondered, and the girl nodded. Aluka turned to the others who had been watching the scene intently and said something to them that made the wariness fade from their eyes a little. One by one the others approached and each introduced himself and Ezra tried desperately to pronounce the strange names before each introduced himself with the nickname and before he knew it he was playing with the ball with the bunch of red-eyed children. Ezra didn't know the game, but after a few minutes he thought he understood the rules, even though he cut a pretty poor figure next to the kids.

Time flew by, the young Jedi had almost forgotten why he had spoken to the children in the first place, until he felt that little something in the Force again. Only this time he knew exactly where it came from.

At the other end of the playground, several statues stood close together - probably representing some important persons Ezra wouldn't know anyway - and behind one of them a small head stuck out and immediately disappeared behind the statue as soon as its owner realized the person had noticed him. Someone was shy, Ezra thought to himself and laughed softly as he began to slowly approach. Before he reached the stature he jumped up and landed behind his observer "Hello there."

The girl, as Ezra could now see from close up, cried out looking confusedly at the spot where Ezra had been standing just seconds ago and then back at him while presumably wondering how he had done that. Unlike the others, her hair was not black or blue-black but a light blonde and her eyes possessed a slight purple tint. But above all, she had the most unprecedented baby face Ezra had ever seen in his life. At the same time, he wondered why she was sneaking around here alone without parents, watching him and the other kids play instead of joining them. Somehow he doubted that this was due to shyness or fear of him.

Now the young Jedi could tell exactly what this little something in the Force had really come from. She was Force sensitive, no question. Just as with the other children Ezra introduced himself but from the girl came no sound, rather she seemed frightened, but her fear-filled gaze was not the human but what approached behind him. Namely, the rest of the children.

One of the boys approached them, looked at the girl and called out in a mocking tone, "Moactan teel."

Without knowing why, Ezra's stomach knotted, he doubted that was her name, it sounded so different from those of the other children and his suspicions were confirmed when he felt through the power how offended the girl was by these words. Suddenly all the children began to shout these words, which brought the girl almost to the brink of tears and at the same time was the point at which it was enough for Ezra. He grabbed the boy's hand, but instead of shouting at the child, he just looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and urgency. The boy remained silent, switching back and forth between the girl and Ezra before lowering his head and murmuring something in her direction that made the blonde look up in shock. Her tears dried up, which didn't make the fact that she had to cry any better, but at least it was a start. Ezra let go of the boy with a nod and patted the girl on the head in the same motion. When her gaze lifted, he gave her a smile to show her that all was well. For a moment she didn't react at all, but then her features relaxed and she smiled at him as if she were the sun itself.

A firm voice, no, more like a bark, startled Ezra and the children. They all turned on their heels and looked into the face of the woman who had visited Ezra in the room before, only this time she wasn't annoyed, she was furious. Her companion, a young man about Ezra's age, on the other hand, looked at the young human with a mixture of curiosity, wonder and appraisal, as if he didn't know what to make of the young man in front of him. Although Ezra was sure that he had never met him before, he seemed unusually familiar to him, but unfortunately in an unpleasant way, and yet Ezra couldn't put his finger on it. His hair was short and half-heartedly brushed back, here and there a single strand hung in his face. His posture, however, was strictly military and yet he had something mischievous about him.

The woman cursed, at least it sounded like it, and sent the children away with a curt command, only the small blonde remained, who clung to the Jedi's pants with a firm gaze and seemed unwilling to let go anytime soon.

"What is your name, human?" The man asked. It took Ezra a second to realize that he was speaking Basic. He had a thick accent and didn't pronounce all the words correctly, but he spoke well enough for Ezra to understand him.

"I am Ezra Brigder."

The man nodded in understanding and then continued. "You are on Rentor on a planet of the Chiss Ascendancy. This is Ath'ina'sabosen." Ezra briefly tried to echo the name Mental, but gave up after only two tries. Were all names on this planet so terribly long and complicated? The man seemed to notice that, a small smile crept onto his lips before he continued. "Probably it would be easier to call her Hinasa. She is also the leading doctor in this colony. We both have been entrusted with your supervision during your stay here-" he faltered briefly, trying to find the right word. "entrusted." Somehow Ezra doubted that 'entrusted' was the right term, 'forced' would probably be more accurate, if he interpreted Hinasa's annoyed expression correctly. But he left it at that. Now Ezra understood why she had gone so crazy and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, since it wasn't unlikely that she would get in huge trouble because of him. "She was also the one who found you." Hinasa hissed something and the man translated "She wants you to know that you made her more work than she likes."

For the second time that day, Ezra doubted what was said, "Did she really say it like that?"

"No." He replied without his expression changing in the slightest.

"Ok, listen, I'm sorry for causing so much trouble, but I really need to get back home, my friends need me."

For a second, an expression crept onto the blue face that could have easily been interpreted as confusion. The man turned to Hinasa and exchanged a few words with her until he turned back to Ezra. "I don't seem to have expressed myself properly, please forgive me. You will stay here until Chiss Syndicure decides otherwise." That suddenly knocked the rug out from under Ezra. In other words, he was a prisoner. But why? He wasn't even given time until the man continued, "As you've probably noticed, I'm one of the few people here who speak Galactic Basic, and that's why I'll be your translator from today on. At least as far as it is within my knowlege. My name is Kivu'raw'nuru. But please call me Vurawn."

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I hope you like it, more is on Ao3, I will realese the next chepter soon. See you

#star wars #ezra bridger #thrawn #vurawn #world between worlds #time travel #enemies to friends trope #my ocs #fanfic #sw fanfic #star wars rebels #chiss ascendancy #chiss #kivu'raw'nuru

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I've finally had some coffee and given myself the chance to look back over the last four episodes of cr3, figuring out how this happened. This got long. Strap in.

In 3.74, Ashton told Evontra'vir "I seek my past, I seek power. I seek to know who I am." Evontra'vir tells them that their father, Evterin, came to ask for power. "He was a broken man of burning purpose. He came to ask me for the golden purpose they felt the world owed them. He claimed visions that promised greatness. He was not wrong. I showed him his future, and showed him the way to the necropolis of Toramunda, where he recovered the final shard of Ka'mort. He thought his destiny was his to embrace, but he was wrong. He was meant to create and destroy the Hishari, and in the process, create you. He could not see beyond his own aspirations, but now you have returned to me seeking another piece of history's sorrow, in the name of finding your own destiny."

Too Flowery; Didn't Read: Ashton contains a shard of Ka'mort, the primordial titan empress of Earth, because their father blew up the Hishari trying to wield it incorrectly.

Evontra'vir vagues for a while about who and what he is, but that's not relevant to this investigation I'm doing. Ashton gives the tree a hit from their pipe of heroism, to try and give insight into who he was. They only get back vague images of the tree collecting souls from the air around him.

Matt's delivery of this conversation is extremely slow, and I found myself easily distracted, so I missed a lot of Tal's microexpressions during this bit the first time. Watching it back again, I note that Ashton is visibly processing the fact that they're here because of their father's big greedy mistake, and that the calamity was a big greedy mistake that created Evontra'vir. The gears are turning, and they're deciding it will probably benefit them to make massive, stupid decisions and create something legendary. They've decided to get suicidally reckless, because to them, that's how creation happens.

In the latest 4sd, one of vanishingly few things that stuck out to me was Taliesin saying, basically, "I've realized that Ashton and Percy hate each other because they're pretty much the same person. They're both stubborn, reckless, broken assholes who make big stupid moves, and they see that in each other, and they can't stand it." Marisha was surprised, but Ashley wasn't. In fact, Tal said to Ashley shortly after that, "we're going to have a chat about this fire shard off camera. But I think we're on the same page."

Anyway, Evontra'vir says, slowly and with much cryptic flourish, that ashton will have to make a few very big decisions and become someone of great importance soon, whether they want to or not. Then the tree splits open to make a portal and says I'm sending you to where the shard is. Hurry, you're running out of time." They hop through the portal into a blizzard. Episode ends.

In 3.75, when they get to the bottom of the cave diving situation, they find a bunch of little fire imps guarding the shard. It's made abundantly clear that the fire shard and earth shard are meant for two different vessels, and if they're put into the same vessel things won't end well. Ashton's eyes sparkle like Oh Really? The party hems and haws for a bit about the safest way to retrieve the shard, but Ashton gets frustrated, says fuck it, and hops into the pool of lava that the shard is sitting at the bottom of. They start taking disgusting amounts of fire damage. Imogen asks telepathically if they're ok, and they just scream back. Fearne says well, fuck this, and dives in after them. They both come up out of the lava, somehow not dead. Their combined lack of self preservation saved both of them. Ashton says "I always wanted a sister." (Mirroring what imodna said about each other earlier in the campaign, basically rigging the callowmoore ship to sail.) Fearne misinterprets this as setting a hard boundary ("that's not where I was seeing this going - never mind.")

But that sets another leg of this awful table. Ashton has swung for the fences, gotten their shit rocked, and Fearne has saved them. The expectation has been set: Ashton fucks up, Fearne runs damage control.

The rest of the party wonders who should have the shard. Fearne doesn't want it, she's cagey about it. The party reconfirms with Matt that letting Ashton have it wouldn't end well. Ashton looks unconvinced; "He said it might be bad, not that it definitely would be bad."

A while back when they said I'm done fucking around, i wanna be a hero, they wanted to believe they were going to become more like Orym. We wanted to believe it too. But their version of heroism isn't being prudent and proactive. It's being hungry, reckless, stubborn. It's who their father was, it's who they are. A legacy of big swings, and even bigger misses, that change that course of history. They'll win or they'll die, and it's not out of love and duty. It's out of anger and self obsession. They care about others, but they don't put in the work to respect others with their actions.

They're not alone in this mistake. Letters is reckless and stubborn for moral reasons (harming laudna repeatedly to prove a point about the changebringer), but Ashton is unique in that they're reckless and stubborn for egoic reasons (get revenge on the bad guys for making them suffer all their life, get famous in the process, and fuck everybody else's feelings).

Taliesin made the right character call. It blindsided everyone because they saw Taliesin first, then the shadow of Caduceus' wisdom, then Percy's sense of justice, and finally just a flicker of Ashton's hypocrisy and bitterness. Matt was upset because he made the consequences extremely clear. But Ashton didn't care about consequences, they wanted revenge and glory, in that order, and if they died first then they wouldn't have to say goodbye to the hells or face the emotional consequences of their decisions.

When tal said "you gave me a big red button," he didn't mean "heehoo spicy plot device go boom lmao." He meant "this was my opportunity to show y'all just how unstable and fucked up the barbarian really is. The possibilities are endless, and that's not a good or fun thing. We're literally all powder kegs and don't you dare forget it."

Delilah encouraged Fearne and Imogen to go dark, and now they're seriously considering it. Orym spent every single dime he had in Whitestone, at Gilmore's and the Slayer's Cake, as a love letter and an apology to VM for what he's about to do. He gave Fearne the spyglass he stole off the ghost ship, because in his words, "now you can keep an eye on me." Implying she'll lose him soon. (he believes he's going to die on the moon, and very probably fail to save Exandria from Predathos, because the group is so disjointed.)

Chet is rolling death checks at disadvantage, hitting on Percy's sister, muttering jokes about how there won't be wood on the moon so he doesn't want to go, and basically hanging back from connecting with anybody around him. He doesn't give a fuck.

Matt's teeing them up with so, so many existential decisions, and they're all leaning in the wrong direction. Laudna is leaning into Delilah. Fearne is leaning into Ashton's hubris and chewing on the possibilities of Dark!Fearne. Imogen is flirting with the idea that her mother's power might not be so morally reprehensible after all. Orym and Chet are marching toward death. Letters continues to play the one song they know, myopically fixated on the gods who have done nothing but ask them for things and show them darkness. And Ashton is finally, textually, metaphorically and literally, melting down in the name of Glory. You win or you die, and it doesn't matter which anymore. Not to any of them.

It stings like a motherfucker, but it's narratively consistent.

#long post #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #cr3 #this isn't the most concise or eloquent explanation #but i feel less betrayed now that I've chewed on some motivations and flipped some assumptions around