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dragonanalei · 1 year
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Quick and messy sketch from a couple days ago of Nia and her Ghost 'cause Lightfall gave me feelings
They need therapy
[Edit: I forgot her face markings smh]
Also, commissions are open *cough cough*
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titanicfreija · 5 months
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Eido asked while I was writing and now I want to know
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call-me-honkie · 2 years
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Measure of a Hero
Also on AO3. Season of the Haunted spoilers!
The Guardian struggles to maintain the tempo at which their heroic lifestyle demands, and Ghost notices.
Left. Right. Left. Right. This was the Guardian’s mantra.
Their feet shuffled lazily, dangerously, propelled only by the momentum of walking itself. Their sandy eyes were trained forward. Their face, which had dripped sweat all day, felt cracked and dry now. Drought-like. Deserted, like the dunes of Mars.
The day was packed with overgrown fungus, Scorn, Nightmares, and Calus. The Guardian had gone on longer, more grueling patrols than that, so the exhaustion was frustratingly illogical. They could deal with Scorn; bullets and Light never failed them. Nightmares may have bothered the Guardian a mere couple years prior, when their heart was nothing but rage and grief, but now they could choke down their cutting words. And Calus… His booming voice resounded in their mind like an acoustic chamber, about protein slurry and baths, war beasts and Ghaul, opulence and admiration.
The Guardian shivered violently and didn’t bother to suppress it. If they tried, it would disrupt their rhythm.
Left. Right.
Only that rhythm kept them upright.
Left. Right.
“Guardian?” A white shell flashed in front of them.
And if anything were to disrupt it, they would fall.
Left. Right.
“Guardian!”
Stars burst before they realized they’d pitched forward and hit concrete.
“Guardian, what in the Light—are you—” Their Ghost stumbled over his words, as if shuffling through a script for the correct response.
A small noise came out of the back of the Guardian’s throat—they didn’t bother to suppress that either—while they pushed themselves off the ground with robotic clumsiness. Wet slid down their mouth and dribbled off their chin.
Ghost’s hesitation wasn’t pity, but it resembled it. “Are you… alright?”
They were fine, the Guardian insisted, trying to wipe away the wetness on their mouth and chin but smearing it instead. They didn’t know why their breathing became more ragged with each second. They were fine, they were fine, they were fine.
Ghost paused, unblinking, weighing each repetition. “I don’t think you’re fine,” he said finally.
The Guardian and Ghost stared at each other. They wanted to straighten their back and offer some cool-headed platitudes, but that stoic, legendary hero was far out of their reach now. They didn’t know why. They just didn’t know.
 “And I don’t think you’ve been fine for a long time,” Ghost added slowly.
Something inside cracked open as hard and fast as their face on the concrete. Ghost was already nuzzled in the crook of their shoulder when their breathing hitched, and when the body-shaking sobbing started.
They gaped and choked on their crying for a different reason with every passing second. They had done so much. Their Light should have been snuffed out long ago. They avenged Eris and all of those who fell in the Great Disaster by killing Crota, when they barely knew what a Hive was. And Oryx, who had Taken worlds—they didn’t falter in killing him because they hadn’t understood the enormity of his crown. Did the Vanguard keep the gravity of Oryx’s power from them on purpose? The Guardian was the first of a new generation of Iron Lords, responsible for bearing the weight and setting precedents, when they did not have even a decade of experience. Yet for all their strength, they could not kill Ghaul, twice; the City only “won” thanks to the Traveler. Rasputin, Osiris, Cayde-6, the Barons, Uldren Sov, Eramis… Savathun.
A strangled, garbled noise came from their throat. Next, they would undoubtedly be the spear thrown haphazardly at the Witness’ heart at the very tempo they had walked to. And the Witness would break them before they came close.
“I’m here,” Ghost whispered. “I’m still here.”
The Guardian remembered the neural symbiosis between them and wondered if his words were a comfort, a response to thoughts shot down the symbiotic line, or both.
The Guardian continued to cry while Ghost remained fiercely nestled in their shoulder in the narrow hall. Minutes later, the Guardian got out an apology. They shouldn’t have flooded the symbiosis with a deluge of… this.
“You never have to apologize for this,” Ghost said, floating sternly in front of them, but quickly softening his tone, “I want you to tell me things. The neural symbiosis makes it easier to understand each other, but it doesn’t replace explicit communication.”
They apologized again for their frigidity.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” Ghost sighed. “You’re quiet, but I know your communication styles. It just gets hard when you hide your feelings. And I know you’ve been hiding your feelings.”
The Guardian put their head in their hands wearily. They really tried to be strong. They tried to be the exemplar the City needed, the soldier the Vanguard wanted, and the Guardian that Ghost deserved. To fall into the clashing rhythms of all their roles.
Ghost sighed again. “Oh, Guardian…” He nuzzled their shoulder again. If he were human, he would be hugging them.
The Guardian realized the vulnerability of their confession and the back of their neck got hot. As if to deflect the discomfort, they smeared the wetness on their face more. They didn’t know why this was happening now.
“To be honest,” Ghost murmured, “I’m glad. Well, I’m not glad you’re not feeling well. But I’m glad we had this talk, and… well, if you went on like this forever with no emotional aftershock, I think I’d worry the Darkness was taking away your humanity.” Ghost tried to sound bright, but the Guardian knew he was only half-joking.
The Guardian only nodded, biting back another apology. They felt empty, but a light, freeing sort of empty. The crying left their throat raw, but they managed a gravelly, Thank you. You know, for being my Ghost.
“I love you,” Ghost said.
They loved him, too.
“And you’re going to love me even more when I tell you that I put in a double order of ramen for you before we even left the hangar.” He spun his shell proudly. “Your favorite, too. You’re welcome.” He floated closer and whispered, “But, uh, completely unrelated to the ramen I ordered without your knowledge… Do you have ten Glimmer?”
The Guardian managed a voiceless chuckle, standing sluggishly. Yes, they indeed had ten Glimmer he could “borrow” for his unrelated-to-ramen reason.
“Then let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat it hot,” Ghost chirped. “Well, you know what I mean by ‘we.’” He sighed. “I wish I had a mouth.” They swore Ghost beamed at his own joke and they chuckled again, forgetting all about their left-right mantra.
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satoshy12 · 3 months
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Angel Bat Danny
Bruce had been floating through this green place already for a few hours. That tiny, white-haired, winged boy with a halo found him and brought him to a place to stay.
It was a pretty nice Greek place, and he saw many people. Even met Pandora, you would think Diana would have end up here.
++ It was not Bruce's Fault ! Really! BELIEVE HIM!!
Well, he adopted the Angel Boy Daniel, after a few hours of knowing him. Had the papers too done.
+ And after maybe 2 or 3 weeks in the Zone but real world just few days, he was back in the Watch Tower, seeing the Justice League. It looks like John was able to bring back his soul. + A few days later, an Angel Bat appeared in Gotham, saving the town by making all the Joker Gas gone with a beat of his wings and healing them with a 2 beat.
+ Phantom:" Papa!" Batman:" Oh! Come here. I did promise you Burgers."
Later. Dick:" You were dead for just 2 days! And you had time to adopt Angel!" Bruce: "Don't blame me."
++ For Public it's now The Holy City Gotham??
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anyaboz · 1 year
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Who is that white specter who greets me with hollow black eyes and toothy grin? Do not fear dear wanderer, those sharp teeth tear only roots, and those dark eyes see only shadows. The dorra is not concerned with the living.
Ghost Dorra Room Guardian
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tanglepelt · 11 months
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Dc x dp idea 66
Danny and Damian are twins.
Danny does not excel at majority of training. He does excel at stealth. One day he overhears a discussion regarding how there could only be one heir.
He knows he can’t defeat Damian. He also just doesn’t want to. They are by no means close, but it’s still his twin. So right there and then he plots.
Danny fakes his own death. Lighting a fire “accidentally” to “dispose” of his corpse. No risk of the pits bringing him back.
This leads to him in amity park. The Fentons were strange enough to take him in. A son story about how his family wants him dead. Jazz had always wanted a little brother.
Over time Danny realizes just how toxic the league was. Jazz helped a lot. He feels guilty about leaving Damian behind. And for having Damian “kill” him. Sneaking into the league is out of the question so he stews in guilt. Then the accident happens. 5 years later.
So he does go back. Damian isn’t there.
He ends up at a gala with Vlad or sam.
He sees Damian. Danny shoots his shot. Just popping up by him. Apologizing for using him to fake his own death and asking if he managed to realize how bad the league was.
All while dodging Damian’s attacks.
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doodlesforfics · 2 years
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Who’s Old Now? by @lirabuswavi​ (um i hope i tagged the right person, cause like im 80% sure you are same ao3 lirabuswavi, if not im sorry <;D)
ok this one-shot literally opened my eyes to sheer chaos possibility of Adult!Fenton adopting kid Billy B. while Teenager!Phantom being mistaken as Shazam’s ward and just ladskjsdk??? superhero/magic/ghost community would not be prepared. amazing fic. such fun.
and some doodles inspired by the fic
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let lil Billy have retired ghost superhero possibly eldritch overpowered being Phantom as protective Dad.
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perepecha · 3 months
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nelkcats · 9 months
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Parent's Day
Ghosts didn't have a father's or mother's day as such, but they did have a day where they combined both. A day to celebrate your guardians. Humans, Yetis, Amazons or Gods, it was a quiet day to thank them for your ghost adoption.
Dan and Ellie had spent a few years under the halfa's care but at the end of the day they considered him their guardian (although Dan did it reluctantly), so when they heard about Parent's Day they panicked.
They wanted to show Danny that they really appreciated him but a mug or coupons were not enough. In the end after some brainstorming they decided to give him the closest thing to a mug that was in the Realms: Constantine's complete soul.
John Contantine was a very annoying human, they knew this because they heard Danny complain about his paperwork many times. Apparently their father had 99% of his soul but couldn't do anything until he had 100%, and what better gift than to help him get rid of the paperwork? He hated paperwork! It was perfect!
With some help from Clockwork they traveled to DC's dimension, determined to take the last of the hellblazer's soul. Dan wondered if he should steal a star from the dimension while they were there (Danny liked space didn't he?), as an extra gift.
John Constantine was in the middle of explaining the holes in reality to the Justice League when a shiver ran through his body. He had an instant bad feeling.
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puppetmaster13u · 10 months
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Crossover Idea
DC x DP crossover where Danny runs not into the Batman and Robin of the living world, but the guardian spirits Gotham has created in the Infinite Realms Billionaire adopting him? No, he has the literal city spirits trying to adopt him as part of their family. 
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Batman is a shadowy Creachur while Robin is a shapeshifter, taking aspects of the current and previous living robins, though has a bit more of Jason’s due to Jason having been well, dead for a bit. Perhaps why Jason was so mindless when he was revived, perhaps not, who knows. 
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dragonanalei · 10 months
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I hosted a raffle on twitter recently and this is the prize for the winner!
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 3 months
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Ghosties AU Eclipse, a spirit guardian of the forest, wanting to ghost-marry you and also having always wanted to be a parent: Hmmm. I wish to be closer with my human beloved. If we were to parent children together, that would certainly work,, but. Where do babies come from.............................. AH I KNOW
Eclipse: *makes two small baby-shaped husks out of pieces of the forest, kisses u, then kisses life into the two baby-shaped husks*
Eclipse: My love!!! Look!!! We have made babies together!!! <3<3<3
Witch Reader, who was not informed about any of this, now holding two tiny infants: HWHAT
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Mushroom and Acorn babies for all ur forest-spirit-infant needs <3
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call-me-honkie · 2 years
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I Wish We Would Go Home (Pt. 1 of “Talk to Me”)
Talk to Me - AO3.
Pt. 2.
Ghost looked at his Guardian—really looked at them—for the first time in days. Splashes of blood shone on their armor. Their Light churned and roiled in a way that was too similar to the Darkness.
He shivered, voice small, “We’re doing this for Cayde.”
Your Ghost makes a list of things he wishes he could say to you.
“Cayde murder Eliksni!” howled the Mad Bomber. Explosions echoed off the cave walls from every direction; Ghost could barely hear his taunts. He hoped the Guardian couldn’t hear him.
“Think you different?” The Mad Bomber hurled explosives at the Guardian. “Think you hero? Joke at you!”
The Guardian dove forward, not backward, risking life and limb and Guardian, are you crazy?!
The Mad Bomber’s ribs cracked wetly as the Guardian plunged their sword deep into his chest.
The sound suddenly reminded Ghost of the civilian street vendors who sold melons and other fresh fruits in the summer for dirt-cheap. The Guardian sometimes indulged, and the vendors, as if showing off, would split the fruits open with a deft brandish of a machete and a satisfying, wet crack. The largest melons were the most satisfying to Ghost; the bone-deep split seemed to reverberate through his shell. And he loved to see his Guardian’s subtle, sticky smile after they plunged their teeth into the first dripping bite. It made Ghost wish he had a mouth so he could enjoy it with them, trading bites and jokes and spitting seeds.
In that moment, if he had a mouth, he was certain he would have tasted bile. His Guardian withdrew their sword and stabbed the Mad Bomber again. Twice. Thrice. Liquid splattered somewhere. He didn’t know why he was homesick. He wanted this: justice for Cayde and Sundance.
The Mad Bomber toppled and collapsed in a limp heap. The walls rumbled. The Guardian barely seemed to notice.
“This place is rigged to blow,” Ghost reminded them. “We have to leave. Hurry.” The Guardian obeyed, but even their sprinting seemed robotic.
Ghost had wanted this, too: to tear through the Tangled Shore and anyone who got in their way, execute the Barons, and deliver high-caliber justice to Uldren Sov. For Cayde, for Sundance, for the broken Vanguard, for his Guardian… and for himself. Something distant rumbled deep in his conscience like the unsteady cave walls around them, saying it wasn’t his place as a Ghost to have selfish wants. But he didn’t care. Cayde was dead. Sundance was dead. The Shore could burn for all he cared… or so he thought. Why did he feel this way? Was this not justice?
Cayde. Sundance. It was. It had to be.
The Guardian’s sprinting fell into a leisurely jog as they put themselves a half-safe distance away from the Mad Bomber’s final stand. Ghost transmatted by his Guardian’s side in a flash of Light.
“No matter what the Bomber said, you’re not a murderer,” Ghost said. His shell was stock-still and tense. “Guardians are defenders of the Light. We just have to remember—”
An explosion sounded close to them and he jolted. His Guardian didn’t move. They seemed like they were in a trance. Ghost looked at his Guardian—really looked at them—for the first time in days. Splashes of blood shone on their armor. Their Light churned and roiled in a way that was too similar to the Darkness.
He shivered, voice small, “—we’re doing this for Cayde.”
Ghost suddenly wished they would just go home.
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femoso-seben · 4 months
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Livestock AU
Where Cod characters are hybrids living on a farm -------------------
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Price and Alejandro were raised together, as guardian livestock animals they were raised together. Alejandro is a Llama hybrid and is trained to attack dog-like creatures he guards over the sheep. When Gaz the young border collie Hybrid was introduced he had to work with a very aggressive Llama that didn’t like his dog shape.
Ghost is a Kangal, like Price but much bigger. Ghost comes from a puppy mill and has to fight to get food. Very quiet dog unless intimidating the coyotes and wolves. Ghost learns quickly and tends to be the most independent but always comes back to check in with his fellow livestock dogs.
Soap is a Great Pyrenees who generally do anything required of him, mostly looking after the ducks, ducks, and goose. Very playful and young still learning the ropes but very good at his job does sleep during the day since he needs to be active at night. If he sees an unattended egg left over night will eat it.
Lastly is Gaz a border collie and very good at his job if he finds anyone miss behaving (most Soap sometimes Roach) he will bite them near the next to correct that behavior.
Laswell and Roach are both Barn cat hybrids. Laswell usually does all the recon missions and gets the boys to then check things out if she finds something suspicious. Roach is a rescue dumpster cat who survives being poisoned a few times. Very rambunctious and follows the guardian dogs around. Ghost is very fond of the silent cat, you will find Roach sneaking bites of Ghost dog food.
Lastly only recently added is an Alpaca. Rudy is situated with the Goats and as their alarm system acts like a less aggressive Alejandro. Alejandro and Rudy do see each other as packmates as well as their individual herd.
Nik is an old police dog who retired as a family dog, and will help out once in awhile when the urge to work hits him.
The livestock guardians’ main rival is a pack of wolves led by Graves. His shadow is a large pack of wolves that tries the farm every once in a while.
Another group is a group of Coyotes led by Valeria. She has gotten a few Birds from Soap which really upsets him.
The farm is currently being invaded by rats Led by Makarov and Laswell is trying her damnest to hunt him down, he and his Konni group are aggravating the farmer.
The farmer decided to get a few more barn cats.
Reader is a small kitten from another farm with too many cats they and their two friends, Farah a brownish cat hybrid, and Alex a big sandy color cat are added. Turns out Alex is the son of Laswell one of her litters.
Reader is treated like an eyesore by the older guardians until they are old enough to train, learn, and join the workforce. Reader mostly wonders around seeing each group and how they work, and finding their spot to rest in. Makarov once scared them and got scolded by Price. -------
It stupid idea idk was inspired a little by @tacticalanklebiter3000 and @frogchiro and the Hybrid side of Cod community
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pyxchta · 4 months
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Guo Changcheng’s first day in the office
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