#day twenty-seven

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt/Ectober Week 2023. Day Twenty-seven

"Circus Gothica"

Ao3

DPxDC.

- - -

Danny sat opposite Robin as the Boy Wonder processed the night’s events. His fists were clenched tight, his gaze lowered to the jet’s metallic floor.

Once he was ready to talk, he asked, “How is he controlling them?”

Grimacing, Phantom answered, “The last time he did it, he had a staff. It had this crystal ball,” he gestured, making a sphere with his hands, “it was filled with red mist and was very bright when he gave us orders.”

“How did you break out?”

Even through the domino mask, Danny could feel the intensity of his teammate’s stare.

“My friend’s begging me snapped me out of it while she plummeted to her death after I pushed her.” Danny’s tone as flat. The memory of Sam’s anguished pleas to him to come back to his senses still featured in his nightmares. “Her appealing to my non-ghostly side managed to drag me out of the fog.”

“Then my parents-”

“To break the others out, we broke the sphere.” Danny told him before the Boy Wonder fell to despair. “If he got another- version of it, he has to keep it on himself.”

“Then we’ll have to get close.” Said Robin with renewed determination. “Phantom, you-”

“I’m benched. Danny closed his eyes and laid back in his seat. “I know, I get it. I don’t… want a repeat either. But I’ll help, and we will get your parents out.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Dick Grayson #Robin #DPxDC #ectober week 2023 #ectoberhaunt23 #day twenty-seven #circus gothica #ghostly-scrypts

[gallawitchxx]

A.U.gust 2023 | DAY TWENTY-SEVEN — Royalty

thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳

You know this is foolish, but his lips feel better than the crown ever has, soft and plush and slick against your own. They part, and you push past warnings bells and imagined borders, your tongue plundering the uncharted cave of his mouth. Soon, your sightless snake will slither into the depths of his throat and it’ll be over for you and whatever royal dignity you were holding onto. Your seed will spill and settle into his stomach, and he’ll smile like you’ve given him the world, which is impossible when he’s already every single star in the ceaseless sky.

#this one really tickles my fancy #hoping it does the same for you 🥳 #a.u.gust 2023 #day twenty-seven #royalty #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[fanfictasia]

Sicktember Day 27

Uncooperative Patient

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

ANakin Skywalker

The door to the room abruptly opens, Qui-Gon appearing in the entrance. Which is still not enough to give anyone a single shred of sanity, because honestly he’s seen us all do plenty of stupid things before, so why would it?

“I’ll see you later,” he supplies flatly, backing out far faster than he came in.

I throw another pillow at Obi-Wan in his momentary distraction, which happens to be the moment Aniya jumps me. I yelp in surprise as she knocks me over on the bed, and we roll across it, giggling.

It ends with her attempting to tickle me, and failing entirely when I shove her off of me, half-rolling on top of her instead. And she is significantly smaller than me now, so she can’t push me off again. I promptly tickle-attack her instead.

“This is not fair!” she protests, in between laughter, though it sounds like she’s taking her dying breaths.

It lasts, until a pillow bonks me in the head, courtesy of Obi-Wan.

“You’ve ruined it,” he complains, approaching us, “You are making this before you leave my room.”

“Why do we need to make it? You’re supposed to be on it,” I argue.

Aniya squirms out from under me, brushing back her disastrous hair. “Good point. Wanna jump in?”

“No.”

I grab Obi-Wan’s hand, tugging him closer anyway. After a moment of looking decidedly cranky, he finally gives in, climbing onto the edge of the bed next to us. Aniya hops off, circling around to clammer in on the other side.

“Now you’re trapped,” she sing-songs.

“Am I?” he asks, dryly, and I get the sudden feeling he was very badly motivated by seeing us tickle attack each other. “Don’t even think about it,” I warn, scooting a few inches away. Even if I’ll admit that I’d find it… funny.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #sicktember day 27 #sicktember day twenty-seven #day twenty-seven #day 27 #anakin skywalker #anakin #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan #anakin and obi-wan #original characters #anakin's twin #fluff #family #uncooperative patient

[canyouhearthelight]

Inktober 2022, Day Twenty-Seven... I can't believe I've made it so far!

Time for a little "snack"

#inktober #inktober2022 #snack #day twenty-seven

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Praise Kink w/ MILF!Wanda Maximoff

a/n: Okay y'all listen, this is kind of a dark fic but not really? Still, I would read with a little bit of caution if you're sensitive to cheating. GUYS. You CANNOT blame me for the choices I made in this fic!!! This is pure fiction and I don't condone this AT ALL.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback @minervadashwood @their-love @fandomsarelifee @theendofthe70s @nomajdetective @mgg-theprettiestboy @phoenixblack89 @murdadixon @hallecarey1 @bunnybabe-babydoll @alixwriter @dixonzzgirl @violettavirus

The air was tense as Wanda bid her husband farewell, a loving smile on her face as she kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. But you knew better, even from where you stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink.

You were the boys' babysitter, though they weren't home seeing as though you just took them to their sports practices. Vision didn't find it strange that even though the kids weren't at home that you and Wanda hungout with each other. In fact, he rather found it a good thing seeing as though he worked a lot and his wife got the extra help.

And a good thing it was indeed.

After he finally left, the house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the delicate noise of Wanda's flat covered feet padding over to stand behind you. Her energy was dark and intense, like a predator stalking it's prey. Her hands rested on your hips as she kissed up the side of your neck, pressing her lips against your pulse point.

Your head fell to the side, a pleasurable sigh slipping from between your lips. Your scrubbing paused, indulging in the redhead's affections.

"I missed you, darling." She whispered into the shell of your ear. Her dainty hands trailed up the front of your plush body, undoing the button of your jeans to slip it inside the band of your panties. A gasp tumbled from your lips when the pads of her fingers met your damp slit.

"Ah— I-I missed you too." You breathed out.

Her fingers descended towards your clit where she drew tight circles around it. Your hips lurched forwards and her kisses on your naked skin grew harsher, playfully nibbling on your earlobe.

"Gah! Fuck!" You cried. Your hands now rested on the edge of the counter where the sink was built into, your digits digging into the marble and metal basin.

The first finger of a very long night ahead of you penetrated your entrance. It felt like their air had been stolen out of your lungs as she massaged the sensitive padding of your g-spot.

Her praise only came when you clenched around her, sucking her in further until she had no choice but to enter a second.

"Good girl." She purred. "You're taking my fingers so well." You mewled when she put her thumb on your clit, but now she drew intelligible shapes and swirls on it. With every press of her pad drew you closer to your orgasm.

"I can already imagine how fucking dirty you look right now." She swore. You could hear the smirk on her pretty red lips, which was now probably smeared all over your neck. "Letting me fuck you open in my kitchen, mhm." She tsked.

"Wanda…" You whined in embarrassment, even though it came out more like a huff. "It's okay, baby." She teased. You squeezed your eyes shut, the familiar coil of pleasure threatening to snap in your gut.

"Cum for me, my sweet girl. I want to you feel cream all over my fingers."

With one last cry, and a few helpless grinds against her hand, you came. It was like there was an extra layer of pleasure that washed over you, and because your eyes were closed, you couldn't see the fact that Wanda was using her abilities to enhance your orgasm.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda…" You babbled, your legs quivering and clit throbbing in overstimulation.

She removed her fingers only to rub up and down your slit, smearing your cum and arousal all over your mound.

As you came down from your high, you felt her puffs of air hitting your ear.

"Don't get too tired, honey. We still have that new toy to try."

#♡ ― nsfmeau ! #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day twenty seven #plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size!reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader #fem!reader #female!reader #female reader #wanda fanfiction #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff kinktober #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x female!reader #wanda x female reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x plus size reader #wanda maximoff smut #bisexual wanda maximoff #smut #fanfiction

[falsettoseveryday]

its a goddamn surety we're lacking in maturity!

#falsettos #falsettoseveryday #musical theatre #day twenty seven

[ivelovedhimthroughworse]

Inktober 2023

Day 27 - Beast

The black-and-white polecat cocks his shotgun. "Look here, son. We don't want any of your trouble. They might put up with you deviants wherever you come from, but this is Nebraska."

Wayward Son, Chapter 27, Rainbow Rowell.

Jeff Arnold definitely knows how to keep mages out of the Quiet Zone. When his shotgun is broken, he brings out the chemical warfare.

#inktober #inktober 2023 #day twenty seven #beast #wayward son #rainbow rowell #jeff arnold #wereskunk #simon snow series #my art #i definitely wanted to draw Jeff for this prompt #this is one of the poses of a skunk before it sprays #it's not mentioned explicitly in canon but I'd like to think that Jeff stood like this as they drove away

[ctrl-lupin]

Blushing samurai

#and this is a great image to leave Seven Days Rhapsody on #as we go back to our regularly scheduled screensh- #-alarm blaring- #TWCFM ALERT! TWCFM ALERT! #we've got twenty rogue TWCFM screenshots on the loose!!! #it's fine it's not one of the creepy ones #it's just 'goemon babysits the grandkids of the guy he's supposed to assassinate' #ANYWAY #watch Seven Days Rhapsody #goemon ishikawa #lupin iii #lupin iii : seven days rhapsody

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Twenty Seven - Nature Walk

Word Count: 570

Warnings: Cute Pero ❤️

Notes: I wanted married Pero back. He’s adorable. There was a bathtub last time so now we have new things.

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges

“Mi amor (my love), who do you go with when I am away?” Your husband Pero asked as the two of you walked through the forest that was about five kilometers away from your home. He held your hand as the two of you made your way on your usual path collecting herbs that you use in your salves. Shaking your head, you pull out the knife Pero had given you six months into your courtship.

“This keeps me safe Pero. I am careful. Do not worry so much. I always let the neighbors know when I go foraging.” You respond in a calm tone, you hope to calm his fears somewhat. Now that he’s been home a few months, your husband has been observing your routine and although he’s been a boon in most areas, gathering supplies is where you struggle. Not because he can’t carry things or doesn’t listen when you tell him what’s poisonous or safe. It’s because he constantly complains that you should not doing this alone and also blames himself for not making more to keep him home longer.

“I do not like it at all mi vida (my life). My next jobs need to be much higher paying. Something I can retire on and remain with you. To keep you safe. There’s no point in earning the coin if you’re not here when I come home.” Pero stops as you pick some lavender and sage, adding it to your basket. You’d love him to be home. Your strong, loving sweet bear of a husband. Fierce as he is loving. He was kind when others sought to just take advantage of you, supported your apprenticeship (maybe making it much easier for you to take over from the previous old man via intimidation) and is always gentle when he comes home, except in one area which it’s highly encouraged by you that he uses his strength. “Maybe I should not leave at all this time. Extend my break. I shall hone my skills, see if there are any local jobs.” Pero cuts some bark off a tree a few meters away, correctly identifying it as peppermint.

“I don’t want you to give up your livelihood for mine Pero. I will be fine like I always have been while you’re gone.” The touch of your hand to his shoulder had him look at you again.

Throwing an arm around you and kissing your cheek, Pero grumbles in your ear, “It’s not much of a life without you in it mi corazón (my heart). I wouldn't mind being one of those fat happy husbands.”

From your laugh, it makes him grin, making his beard scratch your neck, “I can give you both Pero no matter if you stay or not.”

“For now I shall stay by your side, only if a job has a large enough reward will I leave your side again mi amor.” Moving from behind you, he took your hand in his and continued down your usual path of herbs, gathering together. The time was finite but the married couple would spend it wisely together.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pero tovar #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you #day twenty seven #nature walk #March #March spring prompts #a Nerdie fic

[chaotic-orphan]

Febuwhump: Day Twenty-Seven

Prompt— Left for dead #febuwhump

This one was hard I honestly had no idea what to write

*~*~*~*~*

When the dust settled, Whumpee saw a pair of boots approaching them on the battlefield. Their salvation or their destruction, honestly, Whumpee didn’t care who it was. Either way they’d be away from the ground, probably dying already… a foot in the grave, if not both.

A boot nudged their shoulder and Whumpee was too weak to fight back, as their back hit the ground and forced them to stare up at the stranger.

“Well, well, well, Whumpee,” said Caretaker with a smile. “Looks like even your precious friends left you for dead.”

Whumpee whispered out something that Caretaker couldn’t hear, so they crouched down in front of Whumpee, one hand cupping their ear. “Huh? Speak up, Whumpee.”

“K— k-kill… m.. me.”

“Kill you?” Caretaker asked with a wide smile and pressed a finger down to Whumpee’s nose and made a soft boop. “Now why would I want to do that?”

“Pl—please.”

Caretaker tilted their head at Whumpee, then reached down and scooped Whumpee up into their arms. Whumpee was taller than Caretaker, so it must have looked comical to an outsider to see Caretaker carrying them like a child. Though… no one did see them, Whumpee doesn’t know how long it was since the battle finished.

“I’ve got a better idea, Whumpee,” said Caretaker. “Since they left you for dead, how about, we use that to our advantage and destroy the heroes instead, hmm?”

“Nnn— they’re friends,” Whumpee wheezed out. They definitely had a couple broken ribs. “Family.”

Caretaker’s eyes burned with a destructive fury as they stared down into Whumpee’s half lidded ones, it would have made Whumpee gasp if they could.

Caretaker’s hands tightened around Whumpee. “Family doesn’t abandon family, Whumpee. I understand you’re probably a bit delirious right now, so you can sleep if you like.”

Caretaker tilted their head back up to stare ahead. “Just know that when you wake up, I’m sure you’ll feel a lot differently. I can wait until you’re better, but know… we’ll get our revenge.”

Whumpee drifted in and out of consciousness after Caretaker said that. Their mind fuzzy and all over the place, too dizzying to register what had actually happened to them.

One minute they were in Caretaker’s arms, the next they woke up in a bed, light spilling through the curtains that were only partially drawn.

Caretaker walked in, a smile on their face as they saw Whumpee sitting up. “Ah. Good. How are you feeling?”

Whumpee’s eyes reflected Caretaker’s in that moment, that greedy, vengeful thing. Whumpee said: “I feel like I want to destroy them for leaving me to die.”

Caretaker’s smile grew into a lazy grin, their eyes anything but, burning like two hot coals with pride and that same awful destruction. “I told ya you would.”

#writblr #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain story #hero #villain #writing #orphan writing #whump writing #orphan #chaotic-orphan #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump27 #febuwhump day 27 #febuwhump day twenty-seven #febuwhump prompt calendar #Whump snippet #Whump prompt #Whumpee #caretaker #rescue Whump #whumpee rescued #abandoned #left for dead #evil caretaker #but in the best way

[shih-coulda-had-it]

FEBUWHUMP | NOT ALLOWED TO DIE | WC: 695

a/n: speculative ficlet on the end of bnha. manga spoilers.

//

His whole body ached. This was nothing new to Tomura, who had been plagued with an awareness of bodily discomfort since he was conscious enough to register it, but unlike before, there was no way he could relieve himself of the pain.

He could not lift a limb; he could barely turn his head.

Beside him on the torn-up battlefield, Midoriya wheezed and wept dry, rasping sobs. He looked even more of a mess than Tomura, and the insides of Tomura were still churning with the stupid, indigestible truth that deep down, he was a pitiful child wanting to be saved. The ghosts had been ruthless in their excavation.

“Shut up,” Tomura managed, and his lips curled weakly to bare his teeth. “Just--would you shut the hell up and kill me already?”

Midoriya twitched. Unlike Tomura, Midoriya was laid-out flat on his back, face turned to the sky and all four limbs stretched out like a butterfly pinned to a corkboard. The kid didn’t even bother twisting his neck. He just side-eyed Tomura with unwarranted incredulity.

“A hero wouldn’t hesitate. Not after all I’ve done.”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do,” Midoriya said, unsteadily, “for the past hour?”

“You’re trying to be the good guy. ‘There’s always someone to save.’ Ugh.”

The doctor had subjected him to intense electric shocks, conditioning his body before the transfer of All for One, and the Quirk still hadn’t integrated peacefully. Star and Stripes tried to smother him in the ocean and obliterate him altogether. In neither of these cases did Tomura cry.

Tears were beading up now, threatening to spill over and soak the ground. Tomura crooked his fingers against the dirt, seeking Decay in the fiery ruins of his veins, and tasting blood when all he turned up was more pain.

“I can’t do this,” he gasped. “I can’t look at--at all their stupid faces--and listen to them tell me that I was wrong--”

Unbelievably, Midoriya wrenched himself to the side and reached over to grab a fistful of Tomura’s hair. He said, “You don’t get to die.” He sounded like a hero; he sounded like a maniac who would see Tomura thrown into some asylum for ‘recovery’ when all it would really be was an indefinite term of drugged incarceration. “One for All didn’t go away so you could die. I told them I’d save you, and I will.”

“You and what Quirk?! You think you count for anything now? Even All Might’s word doesn’t mean shit!”

“You’re Quirkless too, now!” Midoriya fired back.

Tomura clenched his jaw. Maybe if he ate enough dirt, he’d throw up, choke on his own vomit, and die before any medical assistance reached them. Like being unable to use a Quirk mattered to the terrified, paranoid judicial system. He’d dusted both of Overhaul’s arms up to the elbows and they booked him in Tartarus anyway.

“I won’t let you disappear,” the boy swore.

“Moron,” Tomura spat. “I’m telling you over and over again, it doesn’t matter what the hell you want. You’re gonna stand against the heroes when they drag me to prison? You’re gonna ask them to go easy on me with the sentencing? It’d be more merciful to just kill me!”

Midoriya yanked on Tomura’s hair, and Tomura wailed a long, despairing cry into the dirt. Would anyone else help him? Dabi--useless. Toga--useless. Spinner--gone. Mr. Compress--imprisoned. All Tomura had left was Midoriya, and he hated Midoriya, but not enough to suppress Tenko’s needy want for a friend. 

“If they take you, I’ll find you. I’ll ask All Might to find a safehouse in the country. I’ll make sure you have dogs to take care of.” Midoriya released Tomura and rolled himself completely to his stomach. His eyes were red-rimmed but dry. Exhaustion weighed on him as heavily as the hurt did on Tomura. “Don’t you want to live?”

This was the final straw, amidst the many final straws that had edged their fight further and further in Midoriya’s favor. Tomura had no desire to voice Tenko’s want, so he scrunched his wet eyes shut and screamed into the shattered earth.

Next to him, Midoriya waited.

#bnha #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #midoriya izuku #deku #shih.txt #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday29 #seven days out of twenty-nine... i think i did better on word count than last year at least

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-seven

“Rings”

Ao3

Summary: Danny and Death talk, in a mostly official capacity.

Danny swung his legs back and forth, restless as he sat on the railing o his balcony in Pariah’s- his castle, Danny’s, the King’s.

Clockwork had told him he would meet someone here, and that he better be dressed the part of the King. He had said it with a smile, though, and eased Danny’s worry.

But since he couldn’t just be mysterious and also had to be cryptic, he had then said it was someone Danny had already met, twice.

Prodding and asking got him nowhere after that so Danny dropped it and got ready, wearing his galaxy-print cape (with accurate, moving stars!), the Ring of Rage in hand and the Crown o Fire resting atop his head, its flames licking the air with a constant, soothing crackling.

“Hey, you waited for me!”

Danny turned around and had to blink to clear his eyes, because for a second he thought Sam was here but- no, this wasn’t Sam at all.

“Usually it’s the other way around.” Said the- girl? Woman? Said the goth, because that she was, wearing an all-black outfit from combat boots to top hat and umbrella (maybe it was raining where she had been?), along with what Danny was sure was an Egyptian symbol on her left eye and another that she wore in a collar hanging on her chest.

“Oh, uh, hi. You are- the person Clockwork told me about?” Danny said, and couldn’t help but make it a question at the end.

“Yes, Danny, that’s me.” She said simply, and didn’t elaborate only smiled at him some more.

Danny looked at her for a few more, awkward seconds, and then-

“Ah.” He gaped at her as recognition swept through him. A steady, unmoving presence, a soothing, kind voice that calmed him down even as he was torn apart, a hand taking his, ready to welcome him, except-

Except.

“Hey…” He greeted her anew.

“Hey.” Death answered.

-

“Uh, so… I don’t mean to be rude or anything,” Danny started after a bit of small talk. Death had joined him in the railing, picking a purple flower and adorning her hair with it, “but, well Clockwork told me to ‘dress the part’ as King, so I don’t think this is just a social visit, right?”

Death chuckled at him, “You’re right, dad didn’t just call us here to become friends, even if it’s nice to see you again.”

“Your dad called? But it was Clockw- gramps is a father?!” Danny exclaimed, shocked into using the nickname –the title, really– that he reserved for the privacy of his mind and Clockwork’s lair. “But that means-” His eyes widened like saucer and he felt his jaw drop in horror.

“I see you have connected the dots.” Death said, clearly amused.

“I didn’t connect shit!” Danny hurried to say, mortified and blushing a vibrant green. “In fact! I am autistic, which, in case you don’t know, is a learning disability which makes it entirely possible for me to not have figured anything out about my grandpa that could potentially change the way I see him- stop laughing!”

What had started as repressed giggles had turned into joyful cackles and Death’s smile split her face in half.

“We have business to attend! Royal duty! Formal stuff!”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s just-” Death put a hand on her mouth and calmed herself down with effort. “But you’re right, we should get back in track. Can you show me your ring?”

The change in topic, though appreciated, was so sudden that Danny could only obey bringing his left hand up and staring at the red, angry skull sitting on his finger.

“Do you know the history of this ring, Phantom?” She asked, taking his hand in both of hers.

“Not really, no.” The halfa admitted. “Grandpa- I mean, Clockwork has taught me some stuff, but there’s, like, a lot of stuff he says he still has to teach me.”

“Does he now?�� Death said in a tone Danny couldn’t decipher, but when he turned to look at her, she had gotten her amicable expression back in place. “Your ring is a gift.” She finally started. “It used to be mine, one of my tools of office, actually, made to command straggling ghosts that wanted to find their way, and help them move on.

“I gave it to the first Ruler of the Ghost Zone, to officially turn that tear in between realities where souls sought refuge into a proper Afterlife, and end the war between pantheons that wanted it for themselves.”

Danny was paying rapt attention, leaning in closer to Death like a moth to a flame. He had never heard of this; Clockwork had not only been teaching Danny about history, but had sent him on adventures missions across time to gain experience he wouldn’t get in Amity Park, and grandpa was like, very old, so he knew a lot of history and had been there for all of it, so Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t been told about this yet; did Pandora know about this, though? Had her pantheon been one of those at war? How long ago had this been? If so, how or why was she here?

Unfortunately, Death didn’t seem about to enter into many details.

“With it, ghosts were allowed to rule over themselves as they saw fit, with no god to oversee them, and the war was over.”

Yeah, he would have to ask grandpa about this.

“That’s… cool. Um, thanks! Really…” Danny stuttered, placing a hand on his nape. “Ah, so…” He didn’t know what she was getting at. “Do you… want it back?” He asked, unsure.

“No, Danny, it’s a gift and it’s now yours.” Death smiled at him kindly. “I’m here to help you with it, actually. May I?”

Nervously, Danny nodded, and Death lifted his hand with hers, and touched the Ring of Rage; Danny saw the skull glow blood red the moment she did, enveloping their joined hands in its eerie light.

“Pariah Dark corrupted it, not long after he took the throne.” Death kept explaining. “Rather than motivate and lead the ghosts, he wanted to control them, bind them to his will.

“That wasn’t the ring’s purpose, I didn’t give it that purpose, so Pariah couldn’t completely overpower it, and instead he let it be a- transmitter for his rage, to make it be felt, to frighten other ghosts into obeying. You have felt it, haven’t you?”

Danny thought of the first time he had put on the Ring, of the furious growl that had reverberated through his head his bones, his core, pushing, demanding something it couldn’t word, its name just out of reach.

Although it wasn’t lie Danny had tried to help it reach out, either. And he now suspected where it had tried to reach.

 A sealed sarcophagus.

“It’s annoying.” He said bluntly. “It’s bothersome and insistent and I already said no, but it keeps on pushing and, honestly, I have been seconds away from chunking it into the sun.”

Death chuckled softly and, finally, covered his hand in both of hers. “That’s what I’m here for.” She clutched at his hands in a tither –yet painless– grip, and the light that filtered through their fingers slowly dimmed out and died.

When she opened her hands again, in Danny’s finger rested an obsidian-black gem with only one reflective face that showed Danny’s own.

Through its serene silence, Danny could feel all the denizens of the Zone, ready and waiting to be rallied around a common cause.

- - -

lmao this is funny to me because the "Clocwork is Father Time (of the Endless)" is a thing I've talekd about in the dp server, but only recently did i board the headcanon "he is an awful father, but an amazing grandfather", which is the characterization i've given him here

he loves his adopted grandson so much that he'll deal with his annoying children for him! asdfghjjklñ that's so awful!

i'll be posting this separate once i finish the event

#DannyMay 2023 #DannyMay2023 #dannymay #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Ghost King Danny #ghost king au #ghostly-scrypts #Death of the Endless #The Sandman #day twenty-seven #rings #CrossOver

[feferi-daily]

Day 27!

Fis)(. 38)

#feferi daily #day twenty seven #feferi #feferi peixes #feferi fanart #homestuck #homestuck feferi #homestuck fanart #feferi peixes fanart #traditional art #traditional drawing

[grgie]

hello I found one of your posts in screenshots and have been desperately trying to find it so I can reblog it (the one about minkowski's hair and her whacking people with it except in zero gravity it just floats really slowly) because I have been laughing about it since I saw it, could you possibly try and point me in the correct direction?

hello! first of all, pls do send me those screenshots, it is literally wild and unfathomable to me that ppl that are not me were screenshotting my 16 yr old headcannons 🤯

heres the post! -> minkowski braid slap post

the reason you wouldn't have had any luck finding it on this blog is that @grgie used to be my sideblog url back when my main (this blog) was a studyblr, and when i left education i switched the urls, and my old fandom blog became @twlfthnght which is now mostly for my edits. theres other old ass wolf 359 posts under the tag on that blog go nuts jfkdlfjs

#getting this ask made my whole day i cannot believe that old ass post is even still a thing #im not even sure im still a long hair minkowski truther 😔 #helena speaks to people #wolf 359 #glad u liked it fjkdfjslk <3 #ALSO THAT POST IS SEVEN YEARS OLD S E V E N #TWENTY SIXTEEN. SICKENING

[greendog3]

Pearlina 🤝 Nagihono

#precure #splatoon #nagihono #pearlina #THEY ARE THE BLORBOS OF ALL TIME #I ROTATE THEM IN MY HEAD ALL DAY EVERY DAY #TWENTY FOUR SEVEN THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE BAYBEEEEEEEEEEE

[draconli]

Dragon Elves Day 27: Ghost

Mildly unamused by being dead.

Sorry for bring late as I making some Halloween treats.

#ink #art #sketch #illustration #oc #october #october prompt #prompt #original artwork #original character #dragon elves #day 27 #day twenty seven #ghost