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awritesthings1 · 25 days

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Good Taste

Pairing: Tommy Shelby / Wife reader

Summary: You get made fun of for wearing your sapphire necklace to the foundation dinner. Tommy always finds a way to make things better.

Warnings: swearing, implied smut.

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“She was making fun of me!”

“Yeah? And when has that ever bothered you before, my darling?”

“Since all the bloody country wives started debating whether my jewelry was in fashion or not, Tommy,” you huffed at your husband, who was having no luck pinching away the creases between his eyebrows.

Tommy sighed deeply, not really bothered to continue the conversation but irked because the wives down the lane had gotten under your skin, and if you were unhappy, then he was unhappy. He fueled his throbbing head with a cigarette, chain-smoking them back-to-back while he hunched over on the settee.

You were sitting at the vanity, fingers tangled hopelessly at the stubborn latch of your necklace that just wouldn’t let, when you saw how Tommy was beginning to fold in on himself. Guilt consumed you immediately. It wasn’t that you actually cared all that much about what people said, but when you were around Tommy, your guard slipped, and all the things that made you tick during the day would come cluttering out of your mouth like an unwanted clash of symbols and noise. Tommy would sit there and listen, hum, nod, and completely detach himself from the world.

You ran each other around like clockwork. He leaned back, you forward. Lust swelled in his eyes, concern in yours, a tug at your hip, and a gasp from your throat. You smiled sympathetically, apologetically. He kept quiet, forgivingly holding your gaze, until a defeated sigh broke the tension, and you both understood how silly the whole ordeal was. Here was Thomas Shelby, a man of great power, slumped against the settee, utterly exhausted.

“Darling, this is fucking Birmingham. Good taste is for people that can’t afford sapphires.”

That brought a smirk to your lips.

“Oh?” You muse, watching him through your vanity mirror.

Tommy huffs, but it’s more out of amusement than agitation. The cigarette between his lips twitches as a smile graces his face. He hums in affirmation.

You give up on trying to unlatch the sapphire necklace around your neck. You’re far too distracted by the way Tommy leans back on the settee like he knows it’s his damn right, spreading his legs, chain-smoking cigarettes, and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. He’s completely in the wrong if he thinks you are going to keep your hands tangled up in a necklace when they would be much more useful somewhere else…

When your chair screeches against the wood as you push it back to stand, his head snaps to attention. He has a faraway look to his eye, haunted even, but he swallows when you sink to your knees between his legs, and something else begins to swell other than his pupils.

You run your hands up his knees to his thighs and back again.

“I know it’s stupid. They just get under my skin sometimes,” you resign.

He clears his throat and reaches past your head to set his cigarette on the ash tray. He stays there, bent forward, a breath apart, and begins caressing your face with the back of his fingers. A faint smile softens his features and warms his skin.

You laugh because it really is ridiculous. For marrying someone who spends most of their life buried in their head, you sure have picked up on his tendencies.

“Do you think I’m becoming obsessed?”

He doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. “No.”

You were; he was just treading carefully. Because while he wandered off to speak to god knows who at the foundation dinner, your feathers were being ruffled by stuck-up old women who were too busy being stuck up to notice their husbands’ lingering eyes. However, being able to defend your vanity was another thing compared to dealing with Shelby Company Limited business. And if it came to surviving passive aggressive remarks from old women or being led into another room to talk with Mr. Thomas Shelby, head of the Peaky Blinders, you would sneer rudely at Margaret any day.

You voice the thought at Tommy, “I take it your night wasn’t as successful as mine?”

He exhales and raises his eyebrows playfully, more or less confirming your suspicions.

“And should I ask you about it like a good wife?”

He hums, “no.”

He’s so entranced in running his fingers up and down your jaw, around your chin, and thumbing your lips that you’ll just have to forgive him later.

You pull a face. You’re not mad at him. Far from it. Those fingers of his dancing across your face are your weakness.

“You’re not listening to me.” You lean in closer.

“Yes, I am,” he smiles.

You try to pull back in faux skepticism, but with his hand holding your face so close to his,

“Where are you going, eh?” Tommy leans forward to steal a kiss, and he feels your laughter against his lips, a pleasant sensation.

“Oh, Mr. Shelby,” you jest.

Together, you fall back onto the settee with you astride his lap. Your hair falls over his face like a curtain, keeping him safe from the outside world. He doesn’t want to move; no, he will stay here for the next couple of months, transfixed inside this moment. The gun tucked away in the holster beneath his arm feels less heavy, and the clock ticking above his head slows. He can breathe. He can gingerly stroke your jaw with his thumb in the way you adore. So he does, and the shuttering thoughts that occupy so much of his head stutter in fear because they know they come second to you.

Then there’s that pretty sapphire necklace hanging from your neck. The one that got you both in this position in the first place. Those fucking people, eh? Those fucking people with their fancy palaces and prim and proper manners judging you, his wife, refusing you, his wife? That got him going.

You can tell he is in his head by the way his eyes linger on your sapphire necklace. He looks irked.

“What’s wrong, Tommy?”

He shakes his head lazily.

“Speak to me, love,” you insist.

Fuck em. Fuck the bastards that made his wife feel unworthy. They wouldn’t know taste if it hit them like a fucking train. He won’t let them bring her down.

Tommy clears his throat. “I’m sorry for being in my head, Mrs. Shelby.”

His apology is soothed into your skin with a gentle brush of his thumb at the end of your chin. He tilts it down to lay a kiss on the corner of your mouth. He always knows how to make you smile.

You press more of your weight into him and deepen the kiss, to which he grunts. It stirs a honey warmth in your stomach.

As for Tommy, the need to be closer to you is suffocating; he’d rather just lock you both in this room and throw away the key. He’d rather the stifling walls close in on you both until he can’t even open his lungs, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. He needs to be in your skin, in your thoughts, but most importantly, right now, in your underwear.

It’s your goddamn nails clawing at his scalp that do it for him. It winds him up like a fucking pocket watch, boils his blood like good whiskey, and fuels the fires.

He urges your name in warning because he’s so strung up he might just rip the seams of your pretty dress, and you make the mistake of swallowing his plea with a huff and a tangle of tongues.

“The necklace, Thomas,” you gasp.

It would really be a pity if he accidentally broke it in the rush to remove your dress. It slows him down momentarily removing it, and his fingers can’t quite function being away from your skin but he knows ever since he gifted it to you, there’s been nothing you loved more. When the latch finally unclasps, he parts from your lips to gently lower it to the coffee table where it remains unscathed for the rest of the night. The same couldn’t be said about your dress.

Taglist: (i was drunk when I posted this so I forgot to add it lol).

@maliceofwonderland @fairytale07 @goblinjnr @ilovepeoplesdads @multidimensionalslut @blogforficslol @elenavampire21

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oh-shes-lit · 2 months

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A sapphire amulet that hides you from all great spirits. The imperial wizard who did not regard suvi. The man in black KNOWING that suvi was in the cottage

Witches and wizards are not friends, grandma wren and stone were friends. An inevitable conflict that comes time and again like cycling clockwork between wizardcraft and the world of spirits. A badger spirit who married and had many, many half spirit-half human children. And an IMPERIAL AIRSHIP (!!!) turning up to a sacred conclave of witches who we have Just Been Told are planning to slaughter wizardkind. With a wizard onboard who Has To Be There or our dear witch ame (whose station is specifically acting as a bridge between spirits and umora) will be destroyed

#worlds beyond number #wbn #i literally can't with this podcast it's going to drive me insane #it's like watching 4 people figure out how many nuclear bombs they can fit inside a microwave

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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Clockwork being powerful

Clockwork was more powerful then the newer ghosts liked to think

Years ago when he wasent bound by a deal to the observants, he could do anything he desired,

Use his powers to gain territory, power, he could steer the timeline in the way he wanted and did so often

He was powerful, and he didnt care about any of the other ghosts, he wouldn't hesitate to put ghosts in a time loop for however long he wanted, he destroyed the forms of ghosts that it could take months to reform as much ectoplasm

So they went to their king, having a ghost that powerful being a rough was a disaster waiting to happen.

So the king and clockwork fought, and no one really knowes how long they fought, all that mattered was the victor

And everyone sighed in releif that it was their king.

The king bound clockwork to a deal, a deal that only the king of the ghost zone could change, that left clockwork to only have so much control.

They decided it was a good decision to make him watch the timeling and make sure it runs smoothly

Though clockwork made the observents be a bit more cautious when he not only didn't warn the king of his upcoming defeat but the didn't warn the zone as to what a tyrent pharia dark will be.

Clockwork laughs to himself as he waches what will come of the ghost zone under pharia darks rule

Being forced to wach the timeline for infinity gets boring really fast, as clockwork noticed so he decised to go a little further into the timeline

That was how he discovered that their would be a little revolution of pharia dark in a few decades, when he passed that point in time clockwork saw...

Saw the chaos that would befall the ghost zone, you can't just elect someone to be king, they must be chosen by the ghost zone herself otherwise you wont be king

Clockwork watched as the ghost zone became divided between the rulers, saw that their wouldn't truly be at peace for a long time

And that was enough for him, they decided their fear was a worthy reason to take his freedom, and restrain him simply because he had more control over himself.

Clockwork was glad the residents would get their karma in the centuries of chaos and tormenting they had ahead oh themselves

Then clockwork saw him

He couldn't be older than 15 and 13 at the youngest at the point in time

He had white hair and toxic ectoplasm eyes, eyes that showed power to those that knew, toxic green eyes, well this one will be interesting

He called himself phantom, and made it his responsibility to protect a nowhere town in Illinois called amity park

Clockwork would discover over watching phantom that he would indeed be interesting

When clockwork watched his past he was captured by the sapphire sky eyes he saw, he watched as Daniel grew up, and became a halfa.

That took some research to discover, a halfa was a once in a thousand millennium occurrence.

What clockwork was shocked to discover was that Daniels obssession wasent protection built on the helplessness he felt during life but space built on the wonder and adoration he has of them

A ghost that could control their obsession was almost as rare as the halfa himself

So he watched, watch him learn how to fight how he became enemies of the other halfa bacause of his obssession and possesive nature

Watched him defeat pharia dark...

He watched as Daniel, still a child, have the crown and ring forced apon him by the observents...

And watched as one of his decrees was to give him more control...

He couldn't break the deal no one can but he watched as Daniel gave him a piece of control back to his life

Saw how daniel became the best king the ghost zone has ever had, saw how he fought the government for their existence, saw how he even after years of torment, abuse, neglect and so much more

And he never stopped being pure

even with that much power he hever stopped being the pure and kind child he wanted to be

As clockwork rewatched what he could of Daniels life he came to a decision, that he'll become what Daniel needs

But for now, clockwork has a lot of time before his birth, might as well see whitch timeline is best for him

Only the best for his future ward

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #danny fenton #clockwork #clockwork past #clockwork caring for danny #clockwork scarec the ghosts #future ghost king danny

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windtowee · 8 months

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If they were love songs

Creepypasta version Romantic Gender neural reader Tw! Implied abuse, self harm technically

Ticci Toby

Meteor shower by Cavetown

“I’d sell my own bones for sapphire stones ‘cause blue is your favorite color”

Toby would do anything for you, when I mean anything, I mean anything. He would do anything to see you and to have your attention, even “accidentally” hurting himself for your attention.

He’s down bad, he just isn’t aware of it. Like a small puppy, he’s following you around wishing for a little bit of your attention.

He’s very loyal, don’t hurt him

Bloody Painter:

Until I found her by Stephen Sanchez

“I was lost within the darkness but then I found her.. I found you”

Helen was always seen as a cold and egotistical man and he was. He wasn’t afraid of hiding it or anything, he didn’t care what people thought about him.. then enter You. The sudden change in emotion was shocking for people who have gotten used to his cold and egotistical nature. He suddenly cared about someone who wasn’t himself, he cared about you and what you thought..

Clockwork

Home by Bebe Rexha, Machine gun Kelly, X ambassadors

“Home. A place where I can go, to take things off my shoulders, someone take me home”

Clockwork had never had a place to call home, sure she lived with her family her entire childhood but it was never a home. She never had a safe place to fall on until she met you. You treated her like a human being which is something that she hasn’t felt in a very long time.

Despite her blunt and a sarcastic sense of humor, you still treated her with kindness and respect. Soon enough, you became her home, her comfort place.

With you there it made her feel normal which is a feeling that she is eternally grateful for.

#creepypasta x reader #clockwork x reader #bloody painter x reader #ticci toby x reader

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Heart of the Matter Ch.4

Chapter 1 (Parts 1-3), Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Info: Some background for how the other Lanterns fit the AU is present - some of their basics are changed up to better work with the AU as well. I’m also not using the Ultraviolet Lanterns.

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Danny listens patiently as Clockwork weaves a tale of Ghost Zone history.

He’d learned the legends of the previous High Kings - his predecessors - before he took the throne, so Clockwork skims a bit.

But where the story should end, with Pariah Dark being sealed away - skipping over the time of his absence and subsequent defeat that Danny himself had wrought - he keeps going.

He hadn’t expected much from the glossed over history - his first years as a ghost had been a part of that era. He assumed he was familiar enough with what went on in the Zone in that time frame.

He was wrong.

The Observants had been a pain in the neck for as long as Danny had known them; he certainly hadn’t expected their history to be happy or uplifting.

He had expected to be bored to tears; just another history lecture about paperwork-this and proper-procedure-that.

Instead, he got a horror story.

He’d lain awake countless nights in that first year of being a halfa, fearing what his parents would do if they caught him. Then fearing what the GIW would do if they caught him - especially after that near-miss when they started employing more competent agents.

He’d spent hours and days and weeks and months worrying over the laws of the Living as pertained to the Dead. Even more so after his coronation.

When he finally revealed his halfa status to his parents, they had come around. They accepted him as he was - their son, just as he’d always been.

And, like a veil lifting from their eyes, they realized how much they’d allowed their biases to blind them.

They started doing real science - not just with the weapons, but with the ghosts themselves - and they’d come to the same conclusion Danny and Tucker and Sam and countless other residents of Amity Park had: that ghosts are sentient, sapient beings with both physical and emotional feelings, and they deserve to be treated as such.

Ever since they had worked tirelessly to have the Anti-Ecto Acts repealed, countless hours of real research and data gathering.

Presentations.

Protests.

Petitions.

Even Vlad - who had, for whatever reason, begun slowly but surely turning over a new leaf ever since Danny had outed himself as Phantom to his parents - had chipped in, throwing his money and political weight around.

Danny had been hopeful about the future of Living-Dead relations, as limited as they were by nature.

That hope makes a slow, swirling journey down a metaphorical toilet drain the longer Clockwork speaks.

Countless ghosts, stolen away and sealed screaming into their own cores as a fuel source. A barbaric practice that even some of Pariah Dark’s supporters had found distasteful - for all they hadn’t dared say it to his face - when he invented and subsequently made use of it.

Danny had been a fan of the Green Lanterns since he had learned of their existence - space cops, hello? - but thinking of them now, he only feels sick.

Flying around unknowingly using the dead as a battery.

The Oan had deceived them into inflicting the very same cruelty - the evil - that they had been sworn to oppose; causing sapient beings to suffer in the name of their so-called peace.

Learning that there were more Lanterns should have been exciting.

Instead, he only grew increasingly horrified as Clockwork listed them off.

The Yellow Lanterns, founded by a Green Lantern in conjunction with a living, psychic fear parasite - just a Fright Knight flavored version of the originals.

The Orange - a single, furious ghost that had managed to gain control over a small prototype battery and flee, drawing shades into its prison in an attempt to overload the battery and escape.

The Blue Lanterns: Green Lanterns, hope edition.

And the Star Sapphire Lanterns: a brief attempt by a few Oan to be a bit more symbiotic about things, but who eventually became just a different kind of Green Lantern. And who could’ve guessed that the ghost wouldn’t be happy about being enslaved to a fate as magical fashion statements.

Were Danny in human form for the meeting, he thinks his blood would be boiling.

He is furious, disgusted, dismayed; his core cries out to help the trapped.

He has to ask - “Why now? Why wait to tell me?” - even though he’s sure he’ll get a cryptic answer.

He doesn’t.

And oh, how carefully the Observants (and he spits the name like a curse within his own mind) had trapped Clockwork - the one being they knew would learn of their indiscretions. The one being who could and would oppose them.

They’d trapped him in a web of his own making; carefully prompted words, seemingly careless requests, and meaningless questions.

Clockwork had been young once, too, and the incaution of his youth hadn’t allowed him to anticipate the growing cruelty and callousness of those he had trusted with keeping the balance in the interim until a new king could be found.

Danny doesn’t ask him to explain why he hadn’t changed the past; he had seen for himself how poorly that could go.

But Danny Phantom is the High King of the Infinite Realms.

Names have power.

Titles have power.

Belief has power.

And the High Kings have been sought out as mediators since even the first.

It is the work of a single sentence to break each and every contract that once bound the Master of Time.

For good measure, he demands: “Tell me about everything the Observants have been hiding from me.”

He gets more than he’d hoped for, but no less than he’d expected.

Cover-ups - most of the cores they had fed to the Lantern Corps had been from ghosts who wanted to improve the Realms again - to make things more peaceful, to help with mediation or do something about the increasingly erratic natural portals.

Ghosts who threatened their power over the Realms

Anyone who doubted the strength and terror of the Green Lanterns - and their eventual variants.

Those who were a danger to their complete control.

Who might expose the cracks in their flawless image.

The only opposition that had managed to survive their careful cullings were known as Red and Black Lanterns.

The Red Lanterns, Clockwork tells him, are ghosts who chose to oppose the Green Lanterns despite the odds - or who were forced to by their leader, Atrocitus. A being that opposed the Lanterns even in life, he willingly threw himself and his fellows into the jaws of death when he learned the truth behind the Green Lanterns’ powers, founding his own Corps.

His consideration for his fellow ghosts is secondary to his rage and grief, making for a mix of volunteers and conscripts among their number. They believe it is worth temporarily stooping to the enemy’s level if it means eventually crushing them and freeing all those who have been entrapped.

The Black Lanterns, led by a death deity ghost named Necron, are apparently an attempt to form an army against the living, both to reclaim the cores lost to the other Lanterns and to ‘increase the domain of the High King of the Infinite Realms!’

As if they weren’t already infinite.

Necron worshiped Pariah Dark when he reigned, and has apparently worshiped Danny from the moment he took the throne. He adores death, as he was born of its concept, and wants to create more dead people through murder and mayhem. He also wishes to protect the dead from the living.

The ghosts that align with him both like piloting kind-of-living bodies and see opposing the Green Lanterns - who ‘trespass upon that which is rightfully the king’s,’ aka enslaving ghost cores as fuel sources - as their sacred duty.

The two remaining Lantern Corps had been hidden from him out of fear that drawing his attention to the fact there are more corps might incite enough curiosity for him to look into the matter more, eventually leading him to the awful truths behind the Lanterns.

The Indigo Lanterns were created by a hive-mind like psychic ghost forming a symbiotic relationship with the living to fulfill its obsession in the living realm - not that the living involved are aware that their power source is a ghost benefitting from their partnership. Apparently the ghost just steals whatever ecto-energy or -plasm they need from the Green Lantern battery’s metaphysical shunting system - it’s not like the frequency is a secret, what with the Oan not expecting any of the cores to be conscious enough to intentionally siphon from it.

The White Lanterns were created by a being simply known as Balance - the balance equivalent of Clockwork. They disapprove of the artificial destruction of life the Black Lanterns are aiming for, instead acknowledging that the Living Realm and the Ghost Zone are two sides of a coin and wanting the living to flourish as much as possible so that more die in the long run. The ghosts working with them agree - and also want to kind of pilot human bodies for a bit.

Silent tears - of sadness and anger both - trail down his cheeks as he takes it all in, grieving for those who had been wronged.

Atrocitus, who had spent so long lost to his grief.

The orange ghost, stuck failing to save themself for billions of years.

The countless other ghosts that the Observants had personally delivered into a nightmare even worse than anything Danny himself had managed to conjure up on his worst nights.

Something occurs to him.

“Wait…you said you couldn’t bring this up before, because of the restrictions. But the restrictions were still in place when you came to me. What changed?”

“A man named Jason Todd,” Clockwork tells him, “Who crawled out of his own grave in the second most ecto-contaminated city on Earth to swim in some of the most sub-par ectoplasm present in the living realm. Jason Todd, the halfa who doesn’t know he’s a halfa, whose complete lack of ghostly knowledge has left his life in shambles.”

And Danny’s core aches with the familiarity of it.

“Unable to manage his obsession, fully unaware that there’s anything to manage as he is. Too little ectoplasm to be stable and healthy - mentally or physically. And it is only by the grace of his city’s contamination level that he gets any ectoplasm at all.”

He pauses, dramatic as ever - or maybe perfecting his timing.

“Jason Todd, supposedly dead son of Bruce Wayne, who recently met with a Green Lantern. Ghosts can sense each other, even reduced to our cores, and this ability is passed onto the Lanterns.”

Danny bristles, practically flinging himself from his throne and into the air.

“The Lanterns don’t know the truth about their rings,” he continues, “The Oan hid it from them after the first few had to be mind-wiped because, for some reason, the people chosen for their exceptional morals and force of will were generally unwilling to condone what amounts to a combination of slavery and torture.”

Danny is flooded with relief at this; it didn’t fix what had happened to the ghosts involved and the Oan would need to be managed, but there was hope that the Lanterns would help them. Would free the ghosts’ cores willingly.

That the Justice League hadn’t willingly worked with a torturing enslaver.

That there were allies to be had among the living, even beyond the close-knit borders of Amity Park.

Still, if Jason Todd was safe then why bring him up.

“Unfortunately,” Clockwork says gravely, “This means that the Lantern he met with reported what seemed to him like a ring lodged in someone’s chest straight to Oa. And the Oan are all too eager to have him lure Jason Todd in with false medical concern and promises of their so-called ‘aid.’ It will work, and the events that would be set in motion-”

Danny doesn’t need to know what else will happen, another person’s core getting ripped out and them getting fully killed is bad enough.

He’s gone before Clockwork can say anything else.

He knows roughly where Wayne Manor is; he can look up more specific directions on his phone once he’s in New Jersey.

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Danny is gone before he can finish speaking, all too eager to help.

To save.

Let him think of his own disaster timelines-that-might-have-been, none he can guess could be as cruel as the truth.

(What difference a single friend makes - a segway to a peaceful meeting that would have been combative. To alliance.

Knowledge is power, but it is also protection. Jason Todd leads to Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne leads to Hal Jordan.

It amazes Clockwork almost as much as it appalls them, sometimes: how a simple conversation can divert disaster. A single friend leads to diplomacy instead of a fire-fight, leads to peace instead of the King’s family being killed and their cores crushed in an attempted coup by the Observants while the Oan dealt with the King - as if they ever stood a chance.

How a small slackening of the leash could lead to the whole thing being ripped to shreds.

It had been too long since Clockwork had spoken to the other ancients; perhaps it was time for him to change that.)

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Info: The Observants lied - a ghost with a satisfied obsession can become infinitely powerful in the human realm. They’ll need ecto eventually, just like humans need food/water, but it isn’t a limitation of power. The rings' energy channeling and restriction method prevents the ghosts from forming anyway, but the Observants don’t want to give away too much and risk being turned on and left with no cards to play. They are very aware that the Guardians are using them for resources and see little difference between themselves and any random core mounted on a ring.

Next chapter we finally get to the meet-up!

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teratocrat · 9 months

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A single yellow dwarf, unremarkable, of about 1.0218 solar masses. And in its corona, dancing aurora-dragons, ribbons and feathers of nine-colored light, singing and reciting poetry to each other and hitching freezing rides on the asteroids and comets that swing close enough to the star to leap out onto.

One small, dense planet, frosted over with incandescent stormclouds that snow lead flakes onto the slopes of volcanoes whose calderas are choked with galena coral reefs, the bones of colonies of radiation-tolerant extremophilic microorganisms, and where sulfur-swamps coat the lazy tideless beaches of the planet's only ocean, stirred and tilled by people like lanky bundles of black ironstraw, who heap their storehouses high with xanthous dried fusegrass.

One larger, much cooler planet, the calcite gleam of its moon hidden from the surface much of the time by cloudcover. warm, shallow, mildly acidic seas of lavender mucous, tentative marshes of weeping fuschia ferns, translucent lapine blobs with probing antennae that could be eyes or ears or questing tongues, and in the middle of the deepest ocean, a massive gelatinous thing, a superorganism like a rose with its stem plunging down into the volcanic baths of an oceanic rift, a mind from whom all other minds on this planet came and to which they occasionally return, eager to share their stories.

One rocky planet, bitterly cold and with the merest wisps of atmosphere clinging to it. Lifeless, all its water burned off it by baleful solar glare, the vast horizon-spanning saltpan seafloors bone-bare under the violet sky, and its moon hanging above like a clenched fist of black basalt.

An asteroid belt, scattered diamond motes of ice and stone and clay and metals, with three dwarf planets in its embrace, and the largest of them bearing a banner of silver and midnight, a unicorn guarding some alien tree.

A planet one might almost mistake for Earth, for all its snake-necked tortoise-camels and gold-feathered tigermen, for all its gleaming pentagonal ziggurats of diamond and steel, its three space elevators anchored in the emerald forests that girdle the equator, the capital of an interplanetary empire founded at the mouth of an immense river lazily piling hundreds of tons of silt a year into delta marshes, its vast ports berthing wide, flat-bottomed barges hauling iron and salt and sand and cinnabar, barrels of fish and wine and oil and perfumes, tigerman janissaries and scholars and poets and wizards, all tallied and accounted for in the lightning thoughts of supercomputers domesticated by bureaucracy. spaceplanes like silver songbirds or leaping fish ferrying the nobility (who disdain regular shuttle flights from the tips of the space elevators as base transportation for commoners) from the surface of the planet to its moon above, or to any number of gleaming stations in high orbit.

A gas giant, pale as pearl streaked with delicate pink and green pastels, skirted by dozens of captured child-moons, many of them bearing the same unicorn banner, some of them mined for this or that rare earth element, cities buried under the shielding crust of a scant handful, and two of them habitiformed enough to support imperial hunting grounds - managed grasslands or forests full of imported game - and hunting lodges of squat domes and towering spires, mirrored labyrinthine greenhouse-gardens and treasure-vaults of platinum jewelry set with nebula-gems snatched from their condensation-nests in the gas giant's depths.

Another gas giant, the blues and purples of a ripe plum blushing from clouds of midnight-black marbled with gold, icy rings slicing through swirling lunar orbits, merchants and mercenaries and privateers gliding from port to port in their sapphire-hulled ships, out where the empire scrabbles to find purchase. hollowed-out asteroids house cylindrical farms or monasteries of fatalistic leonine faiths or the huddled bodies of wound-down murine clockwork eunuchs, commissioned to advise and amuse some tiger-empress whose phoenix standard had long since faded into obscurity by the time the founder of the unicorn-banner dynasty first rallied soldiers to his cause.

An Earth-sized ball of grey-green ice, glassy smooth surfaces broken up by cryovolcanoes pumping volatiles up from a sooty core to rain down again in miserable pattering drizzles of methane through ammonia blizzards.

An ice giant, the immense azure sphere its inward neighbor might have been were it not for the vagaries of fate as involved in early star system formation, accompanied by seventeen bitterly cold moons whose tides have woven something enormous and ponderous of thought out of the inner sea of supercritical fluids.

a dozen or more dwarf planets of packed stone and ice, swinging through the outer black clouds on vastly elliptical orbits, witnesses to tumbling nickel-iron visitors and alien probes relaying streams of blurry photography and other observations back to some unknown homeworld as they fall endlessly through interstellar space.

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tea-the-not-understanding · 9 months

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Greetings to the person who found my blog.

Welcome, let me introduce myself first before explaining the rules. My name is Tea, it the name that many people referred to call me and pretty simple name to remember. I am basically 18+ and bisexual, He/Him/They/Them.

This blog is all about me having fun with art, drawing and posting to share with you all. It also one of my passions to entertain others but I have some common rules that you must follows.

I accepts

Art trades ( I do love to do trades but please do not go overboard with it. )

Collabs ( I like to share some ideas and do art collabs, etc etc.. )

Roleplay ( Roleplay is what I love to do but it have to be at least appropriate. no 18+ or NSFW because there's minors, but angst is allowed. )

Suggestions ( You can suggest or give me idea what to draw. But for now, Cookie run fandoms, it can be others but I'll reconsidered about it. )

You can send asks to asks about the characters that I am open in this blog. Please keep it appropriate.

What I do NOT accept

Please for the love of god do not send me feet pics. ( I am too done and exhaust from it already )

Asks or Request me to draw NSFW. (There's minor in this blog, I know it. And if you want, it do not come in for free. )

Request to draw your oc/characters. ( I only do it for friends and mutual. If you really want, then considering commission me for it. )( And also, asking me to be your friend first and tell me to draw your oc will get you banned instanly. )

And finally, common sense thing that you must know. No Proshipper, Incest, Homophobic, Racial, Slurs, other bad shit, etc...

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Now that you have read the rules. I can introduce you to the character that I am open to answers to.

Most of you might be here to ask about Electric eel cookie but there's more then just Electric eel too. Such as Angst au with Longan and Millie, Capsaicin and Prune juice and my oc's/Characters

update/edit. I'll add characters where you can asks or know what characters I own so you can asks/roleplay with

Clockwork cookie : little shit who control time

Timeless cookie : little shit who control time 2

Vanilla Extract cookie : Someone please put him to sleep for once.

Melted fruitcake cookie : He eat too much sometimes.

Forest fire cookie : your pride is too important apparently.

Ancient death thorn cookie : What the fuck are you?

Chai tea cookie : Stop adopting chickens goddammit.

Skullcap Sapphire Butter cookie : LITTLE SHIT NUMBER 1

Cinnamon dust cookie : a bean that need someone to burn some houses for him sometime.

Flaming dust cookie : LITTLE SHIT NUMBER 2

Vortex tea cookie : Someone put him to sleep too.

Ribbon eel cookie : Wake up, you sleep too much.

Rangoon cookie : Stop asking her for nudes you sick fucks.

Guarana cookie : Kinda a little shit?

Mythical salt cookie : Go to horny jail.

Space dust cookie : Your the moon son? how? The moon is still a virgin-

Luna/Moon cookie : introvert to the core.

Little Moon : Eh? What do you want?

SONA

Shooting star : Idiot number 1

Buh : buh

Toxic : the only tea cup for a head character btw

Icing cookie : BIGGEST LITTLE SHIT

Melatonin cookie : don't make him cry...

Shimp / shimp cookie : every body favorite boi!

Here are some option link that You can open to see on the character to asks.

And to those who want to read the side story of the Angst au capsaicin and prune juice. Here's the link as well or you can just click the angst au tag in my blog and you'll find them too.

Anyways, hope you have fun and enjoy your time in my blog. ^^

#my art #arts #my arts #fav

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samthecookielord · 2 months

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Round 1 results.......part TWO!!!!!! YEAH WOOO!!!!!

Ok lets go

Match 9 and 10...

Lucia and Winterr lost!

Lucia: A party member in Pocket Clockwork! She's the first one you meet, outside of Sapphire Hollow. It was raised by devils, so its a bit of a chaotic prankster, but it has a lot of care and love for her friends!

Winterr: A "soul reaper", tasked to guide souls to the afterlife. They were made for a thsc askblog! I haven't really done much with them lol so I don't have much else to say on them.

Match 11 and 12...

Triclive and Alegreya lost!

Triclive: You guys found 1/3 AUs! Congrats! This is so sad and hilarious at the same time. Sorry triclive you did your best </3 hilarious that he dies here right after i post triclive bonk comic though dhjgfsjhdfsdfjh anyways um do i still need to explain this one. yeah ok sure he's clive but if he was adopted by the tritons and for some reason he likes tinkering and music now. send post

Alegreya: A west of loathing protagonist who just wants cash money™️and is a bit of a jerk but don't worry she gets better (banished to the mushroom cave for 33 years and comes out of it forever changed. surprisingly for better genuinely because she gets little mushroom friends)

Match 13 and 14...

Sky and Loony lost!

Sky: A fighter from Magic Stick Smackdown! She specializes in light magic and is a force to be reckoned with. She can and will fight god. The only person she isn't menacing to is her best friend Magenta.

Loony: The protagonist of Pocket Clockwork! She discovers the first instance of The Pocketwatch, and is sent on the quest to retrieve them all. She's very quiet and timid, but tries her best to help whenever she can.

Match 15 and 16...

Runaway Prince GB and Maggie lost!

GB: Particularly the dnd player character version of him. He's a runaway prince, now rogue, who ran away from his home because he couldn't handle his responsibilities. Mainly because he was crowned king at 16 because his parents went missing lol hilarious

Maggie: A shadows over loathing protagonist! She was my pacifist run <3 and then flo experiences never-ending horrors and tragedies. yayyyy!!!!

#cookie lords art #ocs #sam oc blind date tourney 3 #gb #maggie flores #sky stick #pcw loony #clive triton au #alegreya ford #pcw lucia #winterr zone

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 2 years

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Moonlight love

I slowly open my eyes and the lights of the city that never sleeps shine upon my face from the large window.

Turning my head to look at the clock on my bedside table. 2:00 am it reads and like clockwork, his footsteps enter my ears, and I wait patiently with excitement pumping within my veins.

No matter how countless nights we make love under the lights of las vegas and the moon it always feels like the first time.

Finally, he reaches the open door of my room and our eyes instantly locked on each other, he's breathing heavily and his eyes once sapphire eyes are now an animalistic black.

His black hair was a mess as if he ran his fingers through it, and the maroon pajamas he adored, were wrinkled. The shirt is open halfway to showcase his chest and the tent in his pants looks like it is close to tearing through the poor fabric.

But as much as he wanted to take me like an animal he waits, staying put, only moving for me to allow it, allow him to take what is his.

I push myself to sit up from my previous position. The blanket slides down my chest to my lap, revealing my light pink Lacey nightie and my hair creating (h/c) waterfall on my shoulders. With a small nod, he moves, fast, and without a word, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is passionate and intense, so powerful it pushes me back on the bed with Elvis on top of me.

His calloused hands run up and down my body before he grabs my breasts and squeezes them hard, just how I like it.

We don't spend so much on our clothes too eager to feel the warmth of our bodies, craving each other's taste.

"I tried..to stay away but ya- fuck I can't get enough" Elvis informed me, he was married but since we met, neither could stay too long apart, our love was like a drug. A type of drug you couldn't live without.

He goes to speak again but I beat him to it "tame me, take me, and I'll give you what's yours " I whisper to him. That's all that it takes. With a kiss, he pushes into my pussy.

He pulls out almost completely, only the tip inside before using all the strength in those hips of his to slam into me. I let out a loud moan as he breaks the sweet kiss, to see my reaction.

He does this a few times before having enough of himself and sets a brutal pace. Sweat coats our bodies and skin slapping sounds bounce off the walls. " goddamn princess, the best pussy I ever fucked. Wanna make ya a mama. Gonna let me?" Elvis asked panting when I didn't answer he slaps my face and give me a particularly hard thrust.

"PLEASE! Daddy make me a mama!" I cried out, tears in the corner of my eyes. Suddenly out of nowhere Elvis is on his back with me on top. "Ride me, baby. I want to see the light shine upon that beautiful skin as ya take me" he said with a smirk tugging on his lips.

I nod to his words. I'll do anything for him, I lay my hands on his chest feeling his heart racing, like mine. I start to bounce using his chest for leverage. His hands rest on my hips, and his grip is unforgiving.

My hair was in my face as I ride his cock faster, and my nails cut into his chest making a groan escape his rosy lips. Elvis wrapped around my waist and he pulls me down to kiss my jaw and neck, distracting me from his real attack.

While I was distracted, he plants his feet on the bed and thrust up into me, his heavy cum filled balls smacking my ass. My body slides up his every hard thrust and my hair dances in our faces and our pants become one. I was close and so was he. "C'mon princess let go, give daddy what he wants" Elvis growled in that deep Southern voice.

Letting out a scream, I finally cum. The feeling of my pussy fluttering around his cock, drives him over the edge. Giving me one more thrust, his hips stutter as he fills me. We stay like this, catching our breaths.

"I love you, pretty girl," Elvis said with a tired smile. He lets me go to get a wet rag to wipe us up until we have the strength to shower. " I love you too" I smile back before, heading to the bathroom, where I can wet the rags that are already in there. Elvis laughs at my limping walk "Nice walk! What is it call, happy feet?!"

"Fuck off!" I couldn't help but laugh as well.

#i know happy feet wasn't made at that time.#elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #elvis imagine #elvis 2022 #austin butler #austin elvis imagine

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laurasanchez36 · 2 months

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MSA X DP: The Ultimate Enemy Chapter 11: Meanwhile in Present/They are survived from getting crashing in dark future/They look worried about Danny, Sophie and Dan are still in dark future/Meanwhile in Dark Future/Danny, Sophie and Dan seeing the graves of their families and friends, even the missing posters of their families and friends/Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan are disguises as their humans from and are going to the present/Clockwork saids "Everything's fine" to Ghost Past and Ghost Present/Ghost Past remembers Muffet Pepper's stories/Jazz, Arthur and Jane discovers Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan are not truly Danny, Sophie, Dan, then Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan zaps Jazz, Arthur and Jane/Meanwhile in Dark Future Ghost Zone/Danny, Sophie, Dan are stilling having powers/Meanwhile in their present schools

**Meanwhile in present**

Jazz, Arthur and Jane drives up in a pink sedan and parks in front of it. We see that she has a personalized plate that reads "JAZZ" and a bumper sticker reading "Have you hugged your inner child today?"

Jazz: [leaning out her car window and looking around] Danny has to be out here somewhere

Arthur: Oooh, arthur, what u gonna say to Sophie?

Jane: Dan is to be out somewhere...

In the alley beside the Nasty Burger, Sam, Henry, Susan, Elise, Monty and Tucker with Mystery Trio appears in a flash of light. The still-live heating element and tanks of Nasty Sauce are visible. Tucker is on his knees, still shielding his head, screaming Sam crosses her arms and frowns at him. He looks up, surprised

Me/Laura: Huh? **gasp** Hey, i'm alive!

Sarah/You: What happen?

Sardonyx the Poltercat: Meow

Claude the Puppy: I guess we're okay

Sapphire the Dog/Kitsune: Yeah

Samantha the Polterdog: Me too

Muffet: I don't know, i think the medallions sends us back in the present

Tucker You got the medallions off, didn't you

Elise: **gasp** We forgot about Danny, Sophie and Dan!

Henry: Yeah

Sam: I don't accessorize well. Unfortunately, Danny, Sophie and Dan's still stuck in the future fighting their jerky older selves! We've gotta help them!

Monty: Yeah

Susan: Me too

Me/Laura and others: Us too!

Jazz: Tucker? Sam? Guys?

They turn and see her standing at the entrance to the alley.

Jazz You got a second? Let me answer that for you. **approaching with one hand pointing** Yes, u do. I know Danny, Sophie and Dan stole the answers to the C.A.T. That they are going to cheat!

Arthur: Yeah, and i can't believe what they do that!

Jane: I agree

Sam: Actually, Danny, Sophie and Dan wasn't going to--

Monty: They are did not going to...

Jazz: **holding up a hand** Sam, Monty, enough. I know more than you guys think I do. A lot more. So I suggest when you see Danny, Sophie and Dan, you guys tell them I wanna talk to him. Tonight! Because if I don't, I will be talking to our parents and Mr. Lancer tomorrow. **walks off**

Sam: Lancer and other teachers knows Danny, Sophie and Dan has the answers?

Monty: Maybe

Susan: I don't know

Tucker Oh, man, is they in trouble

Elise: I think not or maybe

Henry: Yeah?

Sam That's gotta be it. Danny, Sophie and Dan cheating is the thing that leads to that horrible future! Tucker Let me get this straight. Danny, Sophie and Dan gets caught cheating on a test, and we pay for it with our lives? How is that fair?

**Meanwhile in Dark Future**

*Danny, Sophie and Dan opening their eyes**

Danny: Mom? Dad? [rolls to his knees]

Sophie: What happened to them?

Dan: What's going on?

**The statues is of their family and friends. An epigraph on the large pedestal reads "GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN" and friends are missing in missing posters. At this angle we also see that Danny, Sophie and Dan's arms are bound to his torso with glowing green rope**

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Gone but not forgotten

They looks to the side and sees a statue of Lancer and other teacher off by itself. The pedestal has sunk into the ground so that it reads "MR LANCER and other teacher - GONE".

Danny: [standing] And where's the Nasty Burger?

Sophie: I think it's right there

Dan: I agree, it's right there

They looks up at the wreck of the Nasty Burger. It's been blown open, and the sign is fallen. Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan walks around the corner of the building

Dark Danny: Strange how one massive fireball of highly combustible condiments can ruin your whole future

Dark Sophie: Yeah, disastering you're future

Midnight Dan: and brokening you're whole future

Danny: The time medallion?

Sophie: And time medallion?

Dan: Where's The time medallion?

Dark Danny: Fused inside you. Nice, huh? Intangible and unreachable whether you're ghost or human which means...you can't go back in time. [He raises his hand and a disc of green swirling light begins to form around it.]

Dark Sophie: Fused inside of you. Nice, don't u? Intangible and unreachable whether you're ghost or human which means...you cannot go back in the long time [She raises her hand and a disc of green swirling light begins to form around it.]

Danny: It doesn't matter if We go back in time or not. We'll never turn into you! Never!

Sophie: Yeah, We'll never turn into you! No way!

Dan: We'll never be like u! No way!

Behind Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan the swirling green vortex has grown to their heights

Dark Danny: Of course you will. [he reverts to human form, but he now appears to be Danny's age; a perfect clone.] It's only a matter of time. [seizing Danny by the bonds, he throws him screaming into the portal.] I need you three out of our way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past. And luckily, this [he pulls out one of the time medallions] is all we need to make sure of that...

Dark Sophie: Yes, you do. [he reverts to human form, but she now appears to be Sophie's age; a perfect clone.] It's only a matter of time. [seizing Sophie by the bonds, she throws her screaming into the portal] I want you three out of our perfect way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past. And then, this [he pulls out one of the time medallions] is all we need to make sure of that...

Midnight Dan: Oh yes you will. [he reverts to human form, but he now appears to be Dan's age; a perfect clone.] It's only a matter of time. [seizing Dan by the bonds, he throws him screaming into the portal.] I need you three out of our the way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past. And luckily, this [he pulls out one of the time medallions] is all we need to make sure of that...

A ball of blue-white light engulfs them and he vanishes. They reappears back in the present, in the alleyway next to the Nasty Burger

Dark Danny: ...And to get where and when We need to Be

Dark Sophie: Yeah, We need to do

Midnight Dan: Me too

**Meanwhile in Clockwork's Two with Two Ghosts**

Observant 1: Have you completed the task?

Clockwork: [crossly] Everything's fine. [smiling] Everything's the way it's supposed to be. [He turns to the console of the viewer and presses a button as he reverts to his elderly form. Disguised Dark Danny appears on the screen in front of the Nasty Sauce vats.] And there's your boy, back to his time. Safe, sound, and clearly not evil. [onscreen Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan starts walking.] Now. Care to observe the door?

The two Observants look at each other, then vanish. Clockwork switches to child form

Ghost Past: ...

Ghost Present: U okay, ghost past?

Ghost Past: I remember about muffet, when she telling her stories, when her parents died, she was now adopted by pepper family... if i want to see muffet again...

**back at the Nasty Burger. Disguised Dark Danny is looking up at the sign. Even disguised, he retains his adult voice**

Disguised Dark Danny: The Nasty Burger. Still standing. For now... [he looks inside where the heating element is warming the Nasty Sauce tank. The temperature indicator is still slowly creeping higher.

Disguised Dark Sophie: Yeah, for now...

Disguised Midnight Dan: Yeah, for now...

Sam and Tucker: Danny!

Monty and Elise: Sophie!

Henry and Susie: Dan!

Me/Laura, Sarah/You and Others: Guys!

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan turns away from the hole in the Nasty Burger, surprised. Sam, Monty, Elise and Tucker with Mystery trio run, up, grinnning. Sam hugs him, Monty hugs her and Susie hugs him

Sam: You Guys made it back!

Monty: Yeah!

Susie: Me too!

Tucker: [also hugs Disguised Dark Danny] Did you three beat that evil jerky puspack alternative version of yourselves?

Elise: [also hugs Disguised Dark Sophie] Yeah, pal?

Henry: [also hugs Disguised Midnight Dan] Yeah, pal?

Disguised Dark Danny: [his eyes flash red for an instant, then return to blue, and he laughs shortly, He now speaks with Danny's voice] Always with the quips. In my weaker moment say, sometimes I miss your droll sense of humor

Disguised Dark Sophie: [her eyes flash red for an instant, then return to light yellow, and he laughs shortly, She now speaks with Sophie's voice] Always with sense of humor and manners

Disguised Midnight Dan: [his eyes flash red for an instant, then return to blue, and he laughs shortly, He now speaks with Dan's voice] It's fine always

Sam, Monty, Elise, Susie, Henry and Tucker look nonplussed

Tucker, Henry and Elise: I'm sorry?

Danny (Disguised Dark Danny): [realizing he's messed up] We just kidding! We beat my other self quite easily. Had you guys going there for a second, didn't I?

Sophie (Disguised Dark Sophie): Yeah

Dan (Disguised Midnight Dan): Me too

Tucker ...Well...we should probably do what we can to stop the Nasty Burger from blowing up, huh?

Danny (Disguised Dark Danny): Already done! Now, who's up for... [to himself]/what did we used to do together? [out loud] Playing some video games and raging against the machine?

Sophie (Disguised Dark Sophie): What did u think, guys?

Dan (Disguised Midnight Dan): Right, guys?

Sam, Susie, Monty, Elise, Henry and Tucker: [enthusiastically] We're in!

Me/Laura: But.. guys, oh i don't know what's going on

Others: Yeah

**meanwhile in ghost zone**

Danny: [grunting] We gotta get out of this!

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

Danny, Sophie and Dan: We're going ghost!

They does so. They struggles some more and finds themselves still stuck, then finally gives up

Danny: Well, it was worth a shot.

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

Box Ghost: Well, well, well. All this time we've been planning how we'd take the fight to you, and here you are. Wrapped up like a present

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Box Ghost?

Box Ghost: Beware

Raising a hand he throws a blue-white energy beam at Danny, Sophie and Dan, knocking them into an older and much chubbier Ember

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Ember?!

Danny: You look....

Ember: Like I went to seed right after you three destroyed my vocal cords with that Ghostly Wail of yours?

Danny: We was gonna say statuesque, but uh--

Ember throws a punch chord on her guitar, knocking Danny, Sophie and Dan back. He crashes into Johnny 13, now balding and in a wheelchair

Danny: Johnny 13?! Ok, whatever happened to you, I swear I had nothing to do with--

Johnny 13: [the black blanket over his legs rises up and resolves into the bad luck shadow] Been waiting a long time for this, punk.

Danny: Wait! [The other ghosts close in on him.] No! Nooo!

Sophie and Dan: Oh no!

**meanwhile in present**

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: Our old rooms

Jazz: Danny? Sophie? Dan: We need to talk

Disguised Dark Danny: And my old sister, Jazz. What do you want, Jazz? We're busy.

Jazz, Arthur and Jane approaches, holding his backpack. We see that the Booomerang is on the floor between them.

Jazz Yeah, busy cheating! [She pulls the C.A.T. answer packet out of the bag.] Lancer was right, you three "did" steal the answers! Don't you understand?

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: That I'll be destroying my future? Haha. You don't know the half of it. [they takes the packet and bookbag from them]

Jazz: Danny, Sophie, Dan, I know all of it.

Disguised Dark Danny shoves the packet in his bag] About everything. That you're part ghost. [she picks up the Booomerang] That you're always doing the right thing with your powers. Until now. Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: [surprised] You three knew?

Jazz: I know. And I've been covering for you with Mom and Dad because I'm proud of you, and the good that you do. But not anymore

Arthur and Jane: Yeah

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: You three always were smarter than I gave you credit for. [they abandons their disguise, changing to their adult ghost forms]

Jazz, Arthur and Jane: You're- you're not Danny, Sophie and Dan! [backing up and dropping the boomerang] That's why the Boomerang wasn't homing in on your ectosignature! You're not Danny, Sophie and Dan!

Dark Danny: We was. But we grew out of it. The Danny, Sophie and Dan, you know is floating helplessly in the Ghost Zone ten years in the future.

Jazz: Thet'll escape. They'll beat you!

Dark Danny: How? Is the answer A, the Fenton Portal? Destroyed it. B, the only remaining portal? The one my idiot cheesehead archenemy has? As soon as I find it, that's going too.

Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan: Even Lady-violet and twist-creep

Jazz: Cheesehead? Lady-violet? Twist-creep? Vlad Masters, Juleka and Diesel?!

Arthur and Jane: They are your archenemies?

Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan: Is it C, you three? No. You three can't stop me from cheating on the C.A.T. and solidifying our future, so it must be D-- [They throws an ectoblast at them, freezing them with green and dark yellow lights] None of the above!

They releases them and they falls to the ground unconscious. They returns to their human disguises and pulls the answer packet out of his bag, looking at it.

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: [adult voice] Well, what do you know! The answer to the first question "is" D. [evil laugh]

John Kingsmen: **gasp** I must find the real them before it is too late! **runs and gets the boomerang with the letter to sends to the ghost zone**

**meanwhile in ghost zone**

Danny: Please! I didn't do all this to you, it wasn't us!

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

ST (Skulker): Oh, stop! You're responsible for the horrible things that happened to your worlds "and" ours.

ST (Technus): To everyone you've ever come in contact with! Ember Your family, your friends, [backing away] and most importantly, us.

Danny: But--I didn't do any of that! All of the ghosts power up to attack.

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Get away. Get away! Get AWAAAAAY! Their scream turns into a Ghostly Wail, knocking the other ghosts away and vaporizing their bonds. The effort of the attack makes him partially revert to human form, their eyes and hair changing but his suit and glow remaining

Danny: Whoa. All of the ghosts are floating unconscious, the Shadow half-melted and Skulktech's suit smoking. Danny My voice is changing? Great. [he goes back to full ghost mode] I'm going through evil puberty. Everywhere I turn my stupid future is smacking me in the face! [The Booomerang clocks him in the back of the head] OW! ...A note? [they takes the note and throws the boomerang to the side] [reading] Wisconsin? Plasmius with Meyer and Diesel. Figures they's involved in this!

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

**meanwhile in present**

Tucker, Henry and Elise: (Whisper) Danny, Sophie, Dan , don't! If you three cheat on the test we--

Sam, Susie and Monty: Shhh!

Lancer: Mr. Foley, Mr. Fenton. [The trio and the mystery trio all look up] Is there a problem?

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: Uh... [they looks over at Sam, Monty, Susie, Elise, Henry and Tucker, who look back expectantly, and he snickers.] No problem at all. [their eyes go red]

For @sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

All her msa ocs and new msa ocs belongs to @sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

All my msa ocs and new msa ocs belongs to Me

All Danny Phantom characters belongs to Nickelodeon Danny Phantom

#msa x dp #msa au crossover #msa au #her msa ocs #her new msa ocs #my msa ocs #my new msa ocs

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talesfromtheasterism · 6 days

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The Diamond Arm

I hail from the Lucida mountains myself. One of the hamlets tucked away between the shuttletrain tracks and the snow-smoothened valleys. It was geographically isolated, but very well connected by rail, so there was little danger venturing afield as I found my way in life. I always enjoyed heading to the far plateaus, where the yellow lamps and flurries of snow made for a wonderful locale - warmth blossoms all the better with cold to compare. I obtained a regular customer discount at a number of cafes. People in the Diamond Arm look after each other. The sparsest of the sky-island spirals, so much rock and snow and distance between us, but we still feel like family.

I admit to being quite partial to the rugged beauty of the inner fjords. I linger there for longer when I deliver to the larger towns - especially if they're at high altitude, or just off the shuttleline. It gives me a perfect view of the trains skating between the cliffs and leaping off the islands, coasting into the star-seas of the Weave. But more so: one of the Skyloom's vast outer towers stands isolated in the valleys, crackling with golden lightning through village-sized gemstone coils beneath the sapphire shell. It paints its sunny tint upon the snowflakes, which spiral around and always fall in strange geometric patterns upon the ground nearby. To know that my home bloomed upon this structure's edges from the star-sea… to view it seemed to peer into the clockwork of the world. We may not grasp the full function of this celestial machine we make our homes upon, but I am thankful for the worlds the Starweaver provides.

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#creative writing #fantasy #fantasy world #stars #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #fantasy worldbuilding #worldbuilding #writing #asterism #tales from the asterism

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 1 year

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I can’t respond to comments with this account (only my primary) but I wanted to answer this!

This is all Harry says about Diana’s engagement ring in Spare:

“Soon after we returned to Britain the Palace announced that Willy was going to marry. November 2010. News to me. All that time together in Lesotho, he’d never mentioned it.

The papers published florid stories about the moment I realized Willy and Kate were well matched, the moment I appreciated the depth of their love and thus decided to gift Willy the ring I’d inherited from Mummy, the legendary sapphire, a tender moment between brothers, a bonding moment for all three of us, and absolute rubbish: none of it ever happened. I never gave Willy that ring because it wasn’t mine to give. He already had it. He’d asked for it after Mummy died, and I’d been more than happy to let it go.” (Chapter 40)

The rumor about Diana’s engagement ring was actually started by Paul Burrell. He gave an interview (either sometime between 1997 - 2010 or around the time William and Kate became engaged) in which he said that the brothers each chose one thing of Diana’s; Harry chose the ring and William chose the watch, and they both agreed that whoever married first would get the ring to propose with. Everyone fell for it. Because, at the time, Paul was still considered a reliable expert on all things Diana’s boys. He didn’t really fall out of favor with the Diana crowd until much more recently.

Six years later, Meghan showed up wearing a watch that she claimed was Diana’s, which gave new life to Paul’s claims that Harry chose the ring, William wanted the watch, and they swapped when William wanted to propose to Kate. Which then led to all of the “William stole the ring from Harry and it really belongs to Meghan” stories/PR from Sunshine Sachs.

There’s another blog around here (either Plant or Empress) who did a quick analysis and found that Meghan’s PR talked about Diana’s ring every couple months like clockwork, usually timed for either when Kate was doing something or when Meghan needed some positive press.

So, firstly, I am really honestly super surprised that Harry didn’t talk more about Diana’s engagement ring in Spare. For someone who’s obsessed with what the press says about him, surely he knows what people are saying. He probably thinks that “absolute rubbish: none of it ever happened” is enough to close the door on that conversation. But...Harry doesn’t know the calls are coming from inside the house. He doesn’t know or he doesn’t accept that Meghan is the one telling people that the ring belongs to her, because she totally drank the koolaid.

Secondly, if you haven’t read Spare, it’s divided into three parts. Part 1 is Diana’s death till just before his first deployment. Part 2 is his first deployment till just before he meets Meghan. Part 3 is meeting Meghan to Platinum Jubilee. (Prologue is Philip’s funeral, Epilogue is Queen’s funeral. Dude has a secret obsession with death, IMO.) Anyway, Meghan’s fingerprints are ALL over Part 3, but not in Parts 1 or 2 - and the most embarrassing stories about Harry are in Parts 1 and 2. This suggests that Meghan didn’t bother reading Parts 1 and 2, focused only on herself like the narcissistic celebrity she is.

She probably didn’t even know that Harry talked about Diana’s engagement ring and blew her game. So it’ll be interesting to see if we get any new articles about Diana’s engagement ring being taken from Harry and actually belonging to Meghan now.

(I don’t think Paul was ever there when the boys reviewed Diana’s possessions. He probably heard about it from someone who was there and spun it like he himself had organized and facilitated the boys’ visit. And no one doubted it because that’s how Paul branded himself after Diana passed - he was her loyal servant, her trusted confidante, her gatekeeper. It also certainly didn’t help that The Queen saved his hide by rescuing him from litigation over the theft of items from Diana’s home.)

Edit: Hangry typos.

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