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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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fast food is the best course of action after causing a scene. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴʏᴀʟ ᴀʟ ɢʜᴜʟ ᴀᴜ

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Danny finds Sam easily.

She's right where she said she was over the phone: standing outside on a balcony, in Gotham, at Father's many charity functions.

("Would you still be willing to fly over to Gotham, Danny?" She asks, her voice ringing clear through the speakers. Danny is already climbing out his window before she even finishes her sentence. He was just about to settle down for the night, his ghosts would know better by now than to disturb him at this time. The Box Ghost not included.)

("Of course." He says, sounding more confident than he feels. Sam was one of his best— closest friends, he would do anything she or Tucker asked. Even if it means stepping foot into his Father's city. He drops down silently, and walks through the house's ghost shield. "Would you like me to bring you anything?")

(Sam sighs through the phone, relief leaking through. "One of the veggie burgers from Nasty Burgers would be great, with their new ecto-fries. Extra salt. I'm sick of all this rich people food.")

(A small smile pulls across Danny's face, tilting at the corner as his living form falls away to his ghost self. "Alright," he says, and kicks himself off the ground, "I'll be there in a few minutes.")

("Thanks, Danny.")

He had the bag of food with him, stored in a container he had to run back to the house to get that would prevent the food from cooling during his flight over. Clutching it in hand, he floats down behind Sam and sheds his invisibility.

Being visible and being invisible always felt different, but in a way Danny can never describe, no matter how many times he tries to think about it. It's like a gut-feeling, a sixth sense, he always knows when he's visible and when he is not.

His ghost form burns away like steel wool being lit, and Danny drops the last foot to the ground silently. In his other hand lies his thermos, but filled with plain ectoplasm — lazarus water. "I have your food."

(He brought the thermos for himself — his side was still healing from his last fight with Technus. The ghost impaled him with a broken pipe, and Danny returned the favor by wedging his sword into his chest. Technus had been quite offended by him ruining his favorite coat.)

Sam jumps a foot into the air, and her hand slams across her mouth to muffle the shriek she lets out as she whirls around. "Danny!" She hisses, her voice rising in pitch, and her eyes narrow at him into a glare. "Freaking-- Tucker's right, we seriously need to put a bell on you."

"You have been saying that for years," Danny grins, sharp-toothed and jack-knifed, and passes the container over to her. "And yet I've yet to see any kind of bell." He was going to start getting disappointed at this rate.

As Sam takes the container, Danny hops up onto the railing and looks around. He hadn't seen any of Father's other children lurking around the building before he revealed himself, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. He wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that their stealth skills were poor.

He wasn't that arrogant.

...Anymore.

"Oh you will." Sam threatens, unzipping the container and grabbing the takeout bag. "I'll get you a collar and everything, we can start calling you Catwoman." When she pulls out her fries, Danny snaps forward and steals one from the box, ignoring her indignant yell as he pops it into his mouth.

"I spent my own money on these fries, Sam." He sniffs, leaning away from her with a stifled huff of laughter as she swats at him. "So they are technically my fries. And also, Catwoman would be a poor thief if she wore a bell."

Sam grumbles at him, and takes a bite out of a handful of fries. "I'll venmo you money." She says past a mouthful of food, Danny would have been disgusted in the past, when he was still new. But he's gotten used to this... normality. So he makes no reaction to it. "How does three hundred bucks sound?"

Danny immediately frowns.

"Did you have a fight with your parents?" He asks, eyes glancing to the doors. Doors that are covered heavily by curtains and blurred heavily, decadent music passing through in muffled sounds. He shifts himself away from the light. "You only spend that much money when they've pissed you off."

Sam's chewing stops, and her annoyed expression falters into one Danny knows well -- hurt, furrowed brows, a small frown, disappointment -- and she turns her head away from him. She swallows. "Yeah." she says, quiet.

Oh.

Danny knows that tone too.

Guilt settles like a rock in his chest. He leans forward, "Was it about me again?" He wasn't blind to the disdain Sam's parents had for him, far from it. This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten into a fight with them over her friendship with him and Tucker. But especially him. He unsettled people, even after years of observing his age-mates and trying to mimic their behavior, and anyone who knew him in middle school knew it was an act.

Sam's silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the guilt heavies itself with the weight of the sky. Danny's never much cared about others' opinions of him -- he is (was?) an Al Ghul, they never heed to mind what the weight of a simpleton's thoughts.

But.. he cares a little a lot when it hurts his friends like this. He presses his lips together into a thin line, and forces the words out through his teeth. It sounds robotic. Al Ghul's do not apologize. "I... am sorry." But this one does. It doesn’t come easy.

Sam sighs through her nose, and turns to roll her eyes at him. "Don't apologize on their behalf when you won't even apologize for your own; their assholes." She says, and goes reaching for more fries.

It's a sign, a signal. A silent word for the conversation to move on, to change. A distraction. Danny grasps it with both hands, and makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. And like he has learned, puts a hand to his chest like a scandalized American southern lady. "I apologize! I apologize plenty."

She snorts. "Only when you think it matters." And pokes him in the ribs sharply with her fry. He withholds a wince and snatches it out of her hands. "You're about as unapologetic as they come, Danny J. Fenton. I've seen you look more sincere when you're trying to drive your sword between Vlad's ribs."

"Stabbing Masters is a very important task for me, Sam." Danny says in only partially faux-seriousness. Masters has yet to realize that Danny had no interest in becoming his son, but he had to (reluctantly) admire his persistence. "Of course I will apply myself to it as best as I can."

He grins triumphantly when Sam laughs, and she reaches over to shove him square in the chest. He barks out a laugh of his own as he grips onto the balcony railing and catches himself at an angle.

"Quit with your method actor talk," Sam retorts, grinning sharply while Danny twists himself back up elegantly. "I know you can talk like a normal person, I've literally seen you do it."

Danny sniffs, and snatches more fries from the carton as revenge. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Sam." He says, grin-twisting when Sam rolls her eyes. "My speech has always been this way. This 'normal' you speak of, I do not know it."

She waves her hand dismissively at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But if you keep talking like that, I'm pushing you off the balcony."

"Such violence, Sam."

He gets a laugh again, full of disbelief without any of the annoyance. "I'm gonna be the one that stabs you, oh my god. Pot meet kettle." She looks at him again, smiling.

Danny smiles back, and with a flick of his wrist pulls out a kunai from his sleeve. It was one of the few weapons Mother was able to pass on to him whenever she made her scarce visits. He cherishes it well, along with anything else she was capable of giving him.

He holds the handle out to her, and watches her face shift from disbelief to shock, then back to disbelief. "Then you're gonna need a weapon to do that."

"Of course you have a pointy object on you." She mutters, and takes the kunai and puts it in her purse. Danny makes a pleased hum, it resonates low in his core, and drops his hand. "When do you not have a pointy object on you?"

As if to make her point, Danny's hands twist near his side, and he holds his palms up to her, revealing the shobo he had also hidden on him. He gives her a shit-eating grin. "Never." He lowers his hand, and pockets the small weapon once again.

Sam huffs, "Of course," she repeats, "thanks. I was gonna bring a knife but..."

Danny finishes the sentence for her, kicking his feet idly and knowingly. "The security at the door?" He'd seen them on his flight over the building. It wouldn't do much in the face of the Rogues, but at least they were good at keeping appearances and keeping out the smaller threats.

He rolls his eyes and turns his head away, looking up to the ugly, smog-covered skies. There was no bat signal in the air, and while that was a good thing, Danny almost wished there was. He wanted to see it. "I saw, and I would’ve called Father foolish if he hadn’t hired help. He attracts trouble almost as badly as I do."

"Maybe it's hereditary," Sam jokes, laughing under her breath. With her fries finished, she started on her veggie burger. "At least your dad isn't a vigilante like you are."

Danny smiles wryly. It felt nice to be able to talk more freely about this. That he didn't have to hide the fact that his father was Bruce Wayne, now that Sam knew it from her own accord. Maybe he could have conversations like these more often. Even if it was limited to Bruce Wayne only.

(Even if it felt a little terrifying to know that his father was so close by, close enough that Danny could reach out and touch him. To speak to him. But how would he explain that? And with an audience?)

(He’s wanted to see him since he was a kid, and he still does. It clings onto him like a cough that doesn’t go away after the cold already has, and while it has faded over the years, it clings. His mother’s words still ring in his ears however; it’s not safe. It’s not safe.)

(And isn’t that why he faked his death in the first place? So that his little brother would be safe? Why he gave up the heirship, his home, his Mother, Damian, and his chance to meet his Father? Going to see Father, even now, would be throwing that all away. He has to stay away.)

(Why is Damian with Father if staying with Father was unsafe?)

He just needed to tell Tucker. Danny wouldn’t keep him out of the loop, he was just as much as his friend as Sam was. His eyes draw towards the door, where the golden glow of lights was still pouring through, where music was playing loudly. "Yeah, fortunately."

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, and Danny finally cracks open his thermos. The pipe Technus impaled him with was covered in a goo that Danny didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, his injury was taking its time healing. The ectoplasm was speeding it up.

He isn’t sure what the difference between the ectoplasm that Drs. Fenton collected and Grandfather’s Lazarus pools is, but there’s a difference. He swirls the thermos slowly, watching as the ectoplasm inside twists into a small whirlpool sluggishly.

When left alone, it thickens into a consistency similar to egg whites, or perhaps a thick smoothie, but reverts back into a water-like substance when moved and swirled. It was strange; unexplainable. He can understand, to an extent, why the Drs. Fenton are so obsessed with studying it and the dimension it comes from.

Sam watches him idly as he brings the thermos to his lips and drinks from it. The effect is instantaneous, a sense of relief washing over Danny as if someone had put a soothing balm onto an injury. It buzzes down to his fingertips, and when he lowers the thermos, he licks his lips and watches the tips of his fingers burn green like frostbite.

“Your hair turned white again.” Sam comments, her hand reaching out and touching the hair on the nape of his neck. While it’s not the first time Sam’s touched his hair, it still makes him tense up with her hand so close to his throat. Instinct. dan

He ignores the urge to bat her hand away, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed it does that.” He says, pulling down his bangs to see if they’ve also turned white. No, still black. He lets go. “Let me guess; my eyes are green too?” He lifts the thermos again and peers into the chrome casing.

Sam nods, “Yep, but it’s only the, uh.” She makes a circle around her eyes with her finger. “The iris part. Everything else is fine.”

Danny can see that. The faint reflection on the chrome casts back an intense green. He takes another sip. It chills the back of his teeth, and he can feel his canines warp and sharpen. He runs his tongue over them, and swallows.

Sam is still watching him, her fingers drumming against the balcony railing. “What’s it taste like?”

“Carbonated.” He says dryly, before taking a large swig. He couldn’t name a specific flavor if he tried, it changed every time he took a sip. The only thing that stayed consistent was that it tasted carbonated. And slightly sweet. When he pulls the thermos away, Danny twists his body towards her and offers it out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Want to try?”

Her reaction is immediate. Sam’s nose scrunches up and her mouth twists into a smile, and she makes a huffing-laugh sound. “No, thank you.” She pushes it away lightly with her fingers, “I don’t know how to explain to my parents why my hair is white.”

Right. Danny pulls the thermos away and puts it down beside him, straining his eyes to see if the rest of his hair has changed colors. Even just his first sip would take half an hour to fade back to its normal black, and he was a halfa. He had no idea how long it’d take to fade on Sam, who was human.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and Danny snaps his head towards the source. There’s a figure, small, a boy, trying to hide behind one of the curtains at the door. His form just barely peeking out from the angle Danny was sitting at. He wouldn’t have seen him if the boy hadn’t moved.

His fingers curl tightly into the railing, and he breathes in sharp. Sam’s smile crumbles away and she turns to see what he’s looking at. “I should go.” He says, and reaches for his thermos. “There’s someone spying on us. Don’t say anything, just look at me.”

Sam’s expression warps, twists. Her eyes widen, her jaw starts to drop before fixing itself into place, and her shoulders curl up and tense. She forces it all to smooth over, and she leans casually against the railing. There’s a tick in her jaw. “I see.” Her voice comes through teeth. “Do you think they saw you?”

“I am not sure.” Danny says. He keeps an eye on the figure as he twists himself over and grabs the Nasty Burger bag and the container. He tries not to look like he’s rushing. He is. How long has that boy been there? How much did he see? Did he hear anything?

“Father, fortunately, has privacy films on the glass. Nobody should have seen me unless they’re specifically trying to peep through the door.” He says. The boy seems to realize that Danny was starting to leave. And, his heart beginning to sink, instead of leaving, moves to grab the door handle instead.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Danny’s breath catches in his throat, he’s hoping that isn’t who he think it is. But how else would he have not noticed an eavesdropper on their conversation unless it was someone who was capable of bypassing those skills? He told himself that he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that his siblings’ had poor stealth. He got distracted.

Five years, five years. He refuses to let that go down the drain. He zips up the container and throws his legs over the other side of the railing, his back facing the door. He hears the doorknob click, and without a word to Sam, slips off down the side and down to the ground below.

Just in time. The once muffled music now sounds blaring as the door presumably is thrown open and the pull of invisibility washes over him like a second skin. He doesn't stay to see who it is.

#dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #first danny pov of the au! whoo!#danny's hair turns white if he drinks ectoplasm brrrrr and his eyes turn green. good for him #this sat in my drafts for the last few days until i finally finished it during class #it was a math class and i already knew the material so tis fiiiine. now i just need to finish my CFAU post rewrite :)#ectoplasm tastes like that time i went to go get pepsi from the soda machine and it was all out of the pepsi flavoring so instead i got a #cup full of carbonated liquid. it was disgusting. ectoplasm kinda tastes like that. sometimes.#danny smiles in this more than i thought he would but yk it fits. he IS more smiley around his friends and family.#ectoplasm is a weird non-newtonion fluid and danny is fascinated. its got the consistency of egg whites one minute and then water the next #its a water slime and then suddenly its as brittle as annealed glass. it heats up and rots like milk or it heats up and boils like water #it congeals. it thickens. it boils. it solidifies. it does whatever it wants. it gels and melts into a tar-like substance #how long has damian been standing there? good question. :) i almost had him open the door and make eye contact with damian before falling #backwards. i also almost had it be *bruce* and damian opening the door bc bruce found out that damian pulled a knife on sam and was gonna #have him come apologize. that would be a fun scene. prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact #imagery brrrr. had fun playing with how danny's ghost form works. if anyone has seen a video of steel wool burning thats how i imagine #danny's ghost transformation to be like.#also ayyy balancing danny's dialogue be like “how fancy should he sound and how Normal Teenager Should He Sound”#when sam gets home she catches tucker up to speed about everything including the convos with the waynes she had and they both form the #'“Fuck Them Waynes” squad. Sam has jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion about danny's separation from his family but in her defense.#it is a pretty sound conclusion to jump to considering the lack of context she has from danny's prior home life. which is almost none at al #so to her it looks like danny got abandoned by bruce wayne

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radiance1 · 6 months

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If you asked Danny how he found himself in this situation, he wouldn't be able to give you a short answer. For you see, Danny was a Prince, heir to the throne that will never be his (and thank the Ancients for that) and an ageless being who will stay around for eons to come.

He out-lived his family, friends, entire town. Except for Vlad, that man wouldn't die so easily to something like old age, much less when his empire still stands.

Regardless.

Danny has been summoned only a handful of times, all of which were either mistakes or some mortals who wanted to summon something for shits and giggles.

He liked the last ones, they usually have pretty good food.

However, the last summon he's answered, a mistake, was done by a handful of wizards who weren't exactly happy with the results they got, so he made fun of them severely for their mistake and then their master- who was apparently watching in case things went wrong- turned him into a cat after he could a bit too... excited.

So, how did it escalate from there?

It was a simple thing, really, he encountered a few injured cats, and then nursed them back to health. Then those cats kept coming back to him, again, and again, and again, the first few times with injuries, but later they came just to be around him and chat sometime.

Then they started bringing other cats around him, skittish ones they were, not exactly keen on letting him take care of him the first few times, but just like the ones before, they soon came around to consider him as a friend of sorts.

Then that repeated, and repeated, and repeated.

Then suddenly, he found that he had acquired a family of sorts, one made of feral cats that were as chaotic as his own, previous, family was and more. It was... nice, when he realized that, that he had a place, a foothold, in the mortal world and not just as Prince of the Infinite Realms.

Although, the amount of grandpa jokes when he revealed his age- 150 is still young, he'll have you know- was something that took getting used to. But it was nice to know they were comfortable enough to call him that.

There were some special cases among his little Familia. A few of them had what this world called meta-abilities, ranging from such like superstrength, enhanced durability, super speed to things like telekinesis, teleportation, flight, etc, etc.

One of them even had the ability to separate their body parts.

He kept an eye on those that had these abilities, no doubt that multiple people would try and kidnap them for nefarious purposes. Though they were incredibly small in number, caution is best to be kept, especially in a city as dangerous as that of Gotham.

He's never really made himself known to anyone other than his little Familia and a certain cat-themed criminal. He preferred to stay in his little warehouse, watching the days pass while taking care of a few kittens here and there, sleeping, eating, managing to use that Tv and computer he stole that one time to watch whatever thing is one.

It was a very calm life, all things considered.

Of course, then came a disturbance in said life, when the apparent rival Familia's wanted to meet him for one reason or another. Helpfully supplied by the first to have join his Familia, a cat with an immortality ability that he named Kevin.

Of course, he never knew Kevin had was immortal, but seeing him die one too many times and watching him get back up was prime evidence that he had one.

Apparently, his Familia was regarded as a relatively new one in the city of crime, and the other cats that were considered 'Heads' wanted to meet him for quite some time, especially when is got as big as it did and Kevin, glorious, glorious Kevin, has been going in his place to said meetings, and this district of Gotham they occupied was considered their territory.

Danny was blissfully unaware of this until today. But he decided that Kevin, sweet, hardworking, death-defying young Kevin, can continue engaging in cat politics, he wants no part in such things and Kevin has proven himself capable of handling it!

As much as he didn't want a part in this, he was persuaded to go at least once and can then leave everything up to Kevin. So he goes there, does things, talk to other 'Heads', being very vocal in his body language about how he couldn't really care less about being there.

Of course, he had to care when he sees Batman being thrown through a nearby wall and seeing as how he's heard about him from a friend (Catwoman has made it very clear how she felt about him on numerous occasions whenever they met.), he wasn't exactly keen on seeing him being smushed into a paste, so he went ghost, pure black fur being replaced by glowing white.

And then slammed right into a battle with Bane.

Kevin he swears to the Ancients if you for some reason try to get into this fight and die again, he will treat you like a kitten for the next three weeks.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #ghost prince danny #Danny is a cat #I swear to go if I see another Warrior cats in my tags #I will #Do nothing #But think about my life because I have only consumed a few episodes of Warrior Cats material and question myself.

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shadow0-1 · 5 months

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Cirice

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #CoD MWII #CoD MWIII #MWIII #blender renders #Simon Riley #Simon Ghost Riley #Johnny Mactavish #GhostSoap #SoapGhost #Ghoap #testing out some new eye materials #also inspo/ref taken from guppyscolita on their mk fanart

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vampykween · 5 months

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Ya know. Part of me wants someone from the 141 to swoop in and take toxic!simons wife. Maybe one of them has always had an eye on eye and wanted to provide what simon couldn’t…and now that she’s divorced…

I dunno, I love drama

it is bad i've actually already thought about this idea hehe in fact i had planned who it would be from the beginning. also this got a little horny i apologize oops!

and let me tell you none other than john price would be doing the swooping. he's the perfect man for you, really! far less chaotic than simon and would undoubtedly treat you like the queen you are. had you been toddling around the house carrying his kids, he would've been right behind you insisting that you sit down and let him handle everything. john believes that a man provides for his wife and family, so he'll do all the hard work in exchange for you sitting pretty and treating him to some good sex <3

this is definitely a 'one man's trash, is another man's treasure' situation. you'd feel a bit of guilt letting your ex-husband's captain seduce you; until you're being wined and dined at lavish restaurants and then later he's pressing kisses all over your face while he thrusting deep into you, telling you 'he's the luckiest man on earth to get to have you', 'he loves you so much' and your favorite 'you're the best wife and momma, i'd have you swollen with a million of my kids if i could' hehehe

adding in the fact that simon would be so pissed when your kids start to prefer spending time with price over him. ouch! you try to reassure him, that they're just children and that they still love him, but deep down you secretly like that he's finally realizing he let his selfish ways steal his family from him. simon is very torn because price is his captain and he's a good solider! he respects his captain, but now his once right-hand man has moved in on his territory. god the horror!

#mic answers #mic writes #loving all your thoughts about toxichusband!ghost #price is definitely perfect husband material #imagine ghost and price fighting over you omg so into that!!!!#toxichusband!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader

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karathraces · 8 months

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the ghost trying to explain the mattress material was set ablaze in the fire that killed 4 inmates to ryan

#ghost files #watcher #MATTRESS BLAZE MATERIAL.....#THEY SAY IT RIGHT AFTER

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cripplepunkbarbarian · 18 days

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I can never take “Bad Kids lifespan difference angst” seriously because you can’t look at the state of the afterlife in that setting as well as the way multiple Bad Kids and their families have interacted with it and convince me that they’re not just going to find new inventive ways to continue wet t-shirting each other across the various planes they end up in.

#fantasy high #the bad kids #I am NOT tagging everyone but like. we all know who this is about.#gorthalax and bill in the nine hells. Kristen and Gorgug canon afterlives and subsequent resurrections. interplaner secret service gukgaks #zayne literal ghost on the material plane. augeforts with all their chronomancy and plane shifting. etc etc

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hideousvampire · 5 days

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the pony and puppy posting for funsies !

rare non digital art moment

#the outsiders #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #pb + j friendship bracelets that are probably just pieces of random material on their wrists #usually i draw that zombie/ghost johnny with his eye dripping for funsies but i forgot it #eye dripping bc when ur on fire ur eyes melt😞😞#ik he wasnt technically on fire BUT WHATEVER!!!!!#i hc johnny is a whopping ONE inch shorter than pony and pony acts like its the biggest thing in the world

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faithfulfangirl · 1 year

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⚠️if you’re like me, you’re impatiently dying for Shadow and Bone s2, so i suggest watching Lockwood and Co in the meantime⚠️

found family, hurt/comfort, slow burn romance, mystery, sword fights, ghost hunting, tragic backstories, suspense, cool world building, excellent lighting in night scenes, a bomb ass soundtrack and not to mention that Kaz and Lockwood are like. same person, different fonts lol. it’s what’s getting me through this wait!

btw if you’re a fan of any these shows it’s just right for you (in terms of vibes, but they are distinct)

it’s being called one of the greatest book to screen adaptations ever, getting great reviews from critics and viewers alike!

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casualavocados · 1 month

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Out of the dark the little boy came, hopeful and frightened, whispering over and over: "Lyra—Lyra—Lyra..." Why did the little boy keep calling Lyra's name? Hope.

— THE AMBER SPYGLASS

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forsworned · 11 days

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Hesh is such a soft dom, like he just wants to please you and have you writhing under him while he kisses your neck, so he can hear you moan his name. He literally loves intertwining your fingers together when he's fucking you missionary and he never ever finishes before you unless you're absolutely begging him to. Like you have to legit, plead with this man and lowkey he gets off on it but it's also the gentleman in him that deters him a bit. Eventually though he will, but mans cums soooo much because he is so damn fertile. His sperm count its literally over 200 million and that is a hill I will die on because he is a health freak!!! And by the end of it he's absolutely exhausted but he doesn't care because he is a soldier and if there's anything that he does it's getting the damn job done. AND BABY HE GETS IT DONEEE Because if you're not screaming out his name as your clawing your nails into his back he don wannnn ittttt and his aftercare fuuuuck it's so so so sweet, like he is barely able to keep his eyes open but he's helping you clean up, wiping up all the cum off your body before he takes care of himself and then he's making sure you feel good, calling you the love of his life and telling you how beautiful you are and is damn near crying about how lucky he is to have you, sleepy, eepy kisses all over your face as he wraps you in his arms and snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and then mans is konked tf out

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gooberscollage · 7 months

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🎃 Halloween PNGs 🎃

1. Happy ham-ham Halloween by Sonia Sander ; Robbin Cuddy ill

2. The spook book by Burton Marks

3. The Penny Whistle Halloween book by Meredith Brokaw

4. Let's find out about Halloween by Paulette Cooper

5. Haunted houses on Halloween by Lillie Patterson ;Doug Cushman

6. Meg and mog by Helen Nicoli

7. Dirigible halloween card

8. Happy Halloween, Snoopy! by Charles M. Schultz

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tojisun · 6 months

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!! super self-indulgent because im experiencing Gender today so feel free to ignore <33

mmm but androgynous afab reader x johnny and he gives you his sweaters because he knows you love the way they fit you.

the way they’re loose enough that your tits aren’t obvious through the fabric and the way that the little garter hem actually fucking sticks to your hips instead of falling flat and making the sweater look like a shirt dress.

the way you snag his old varsity shirts and actually manage to make them look appealing, something johnny wished he has the talent for because he’s always been just using them for nightwear but there you are, looking so good in his clothes.

“comfy?” he asks as he bends down to tie your shoelaces.

he hears you hum, shy, if anything, and johnny tilts his head up to smile up at you. to show you that there’s nothing to be shy about. nothing for you to get your mind on a tizzy.

“i’ve got more for you, gaol,” johnny says, patting your feet and pressing a kiss on your thigh before standing up at full height. you track his ascent, head tilting up as johnny’s height towers over you before shuffling into his arms, tucking yourself underneath his chin.

he laughs, the sound rumbling from his chest and reverberating to where you are pressed to him, as he loops his arms around you. “i’m starting to think y’r just dating me for my shirts.”

you tilt your head up to look at him, your chin digging into his chest, and gasp out, “oh no, you’ve found out!”

johnny bites his bottom lip to stifle his laughter as he watches the way you fake a pout, before pinching your eyebrows together and jutting your lips out. he couldn’t help but take the opportunity of your pouty lips and smacks a chaste kiss on them instead.

you sputter in surprise, face easing away from your pretend sadness before ducking down to muffle your laughter at his chest. you hear him humming in elation, proud of having broken your dramatics, and so you nip at his collarbone in retaliation.

johnny pretends to hiss in pain even though you both know your teeth did not dig any deeper, still, it makes you laugh even louder as he begins to curse it lilted scottish, your name thrown into the mix.

#suns.hc #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny mctavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #suns #ignore the following tags!!#i miss him hahaha oh my god ive always thought about how s/o-material johnny is in a way thats #diff from ghost and price and its bc i think johnnys the one i can have an actual emotional connection right away #and fuck yea i just. i miss him

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you know who would never yell at me over stupid shit? who would be mad at me for not knowing what to do during sex? who would never make me cry on my birthday? who would wrap me up in a blanket and hold me when I do cry because my birthday always makes me cry? David Hesh fucking Walker (yes, I did bawl my eyes out today at the thought of my birthday coming up and no, this week has not been good in any imaginable way)

I always have a hard time around my birthday too anon, it gets easier every year but there are still a lot of feelings around it. Youre right though! Hesh would never yell at you!!! He is a good man.

Hesh shushes you gently almost as quickly as tears start rolling down your face.

"I'm sorry," you laugh, trying to play it off as you quickly wipe at your cheeks, "I don't know what-" another laugh, you don't know how to explain the well of emotions roiling inside of you.

"No, no, baby," Hesh gentles, "it's alright, you don't gotta apologize for anythin'." You nod and press your hands against your eyes, trying to hide the pain that his soothing hits you with. His big hand rests on your thigh, his thumb brushing the skin with soft strokes. You try to focus on that instead of the tears bubbling up in your chest. "This is about you, alright? You wanna stop, we can stop."

You nod again after a moment of thought, and Hesh grabs a pillow from behind you. He sits back and settles it on his lap, covering his hard cock before he reaches for you again.

"Come'ere, I won't do anything I promise, just wanna hold ya'."

Even so he lets out a breath when you take his hand, let him pull you up off the bed and into his lap. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead, he's warm and his heart is beating so fast when you lay your head against his bare chest. You feel so stupid, he planned this lovely night for you and you've ruined it.

"I'm sorry," you tell him again, sniffling to keep some of the snot in your nose.

"Baby if you keep apologizin' like that someone might think this was your fault, and it isn't." Hesh rubs his hand up and down your arm, you can almost trace the swirl of his callouses like this. "Tell me what's wrong, I'll fix it for next time," he kisses your head again, "if you want a next time, doesn't have to be a next time if you can't-"

"No!" You rush to cut him off, to look him in the eye, he looks at you in surprise and you try to quiet down again, "No, I want there to be a next time," you press, "I wanted there to be a this time, I just-" you swallow, resting your head against him again, "I've never done this before." You wince.

Hesh nods like he understands. You're hard pressed to believe he does. You don't know exactly how old Hesh Walker is, "Old enough" he'd told you when you asked, his eyes were so tired and his smile so kind you didn't feel right pushing. Old enough. Old enough to want someone who knows what they're doing in the bedroom, you think.

"If you don't want to..." You start, pressing your hand against his chest. You scratch your fingers through the dark hair there. He tips your head with gentle pressure, moves you to look in your eyes.

"Of course I want to," he says earnestly, his eyes are so soft, so openly affectionate that it makes fresh tears well in your eyes, "Why wouldn't I want to?"

You shrug. It sounds stupid when you try to say it out loud. "I'm ruining this," You mumble. Hesh cups your cheek, rubs his thumb against the tears streaking down it. He doesn't look upset, not even a little. If anything he looks sympathetic.

"You couldn't ruin this if you tried," he tells you, "you're the most amazing-" he cuts himself off with a sigh, "I just wanna make you feel good, I don't mind going slow."

"Are you sure?"

"Course," he smiles, kisses you quick and bumps his forehead against yours, "we can start with somethin' easy, somethin' you've done yourself, yeah?" You nod and he kisses you again. His hand leaves your cheek, and you jump a little when it slips between your legs. Surprised, but not upset. You glance down at his fingers stilled against your skin. "This ok?"

"Yeah, yes," you breathe, feeling him grind his palm against you, his fingers stroking and teasing as they drag over you. You shudder when he rubs a little more firmly, a soft whine falling unbidden from your lips.

His hand between your legs is warm, unfamiliar in the best way. You didn't know someone else's hand would feel so different from your own, so good when it rubs against you. You spread your legs for him as best you can in his lap, grip his shoulders tight and watch the way his fingers move against you. You try not to jerk your hips with the pleasure the jolts through you as he strokes you, gentle but firm.

"Tha's good baby," he murmurs, "just focus on the feelin'." You nod, tip your head to find him watching you. Hesh is watching your face, absorbing every slight twitch, the part of you lips and huff of your breath. He looks like a man who's seen God, reverent. You hold his gaze, you want him to see you, want him to know how you're feeling. How he's making you feel.

"That feel good?" He asks, when you open your mouth to respond all you can manage is a half breathed swear, tightening your grip as your hips cant into his touch, "Good. Just keep your eyes on me, I got you."

He does, you know he does. You've never met a man that made you feel as safe as Hesh Walker. Never met a man so gentle with you, a man that murmurs quiet praise to you as his finger stroke faster, rubbing just where you're sensitive, until you're practically drooling for him. Your hips move to follow the drag of his fingers, bucking against them as you hold onto Hesh. His eyes never leave you, except when he leans close to kiss you.

You pant against his lips, moan for him, let him work the tight heat gathering in your stomach until you can't take anymore. He holds you tighter when you fall apart, whispers soft praise while you shake on his lap and strokes you until you whine at the sensitivity. He shakes his head when you reach to return the favor.

"I told you, tonight's about you," he grips your hand, brings it to his lips to kiss, "don't worry about anything but feeling good. Lemme take care of you, ok?"

"Ok," you smile, pulling him in to kiss again. You're going to marry this man, you can feel it. Why would you ever want anyone else when you can have Hesh?

#cod x reader #x reader #david walker x reader #david hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker #david walker cod #hesh ghosts #hesh x reader #hesh cod #hesh walker #cod hesh #gn!reader #this is just fluff #with a little smut at the end #i love Hesh what a good good boy #husband material #cowboy au

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