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aethelwyneleigh27 · 3 months

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Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Thank my baby godson for this one, if it hadn't been for him having me take care of him for the whole day then I wouldn't have anything to write because as of now I have no motivation or ideas to continue my past wips. Render credits are all to the lovely @ave661 who keeps feeding us. My little godson still sleeping on my chest, drool, snore and all as I'm writing this. I can't move, please send help. This is so short too, sorry to disappoint you guys 😭

Y'all CANNOT tell me I'm the only one who thinks of Simon "Ghost" Riley having baby fever from his own children (I would give him more, all he needs to do is ask 😭). Also these are basically moments of Simon with Ghostie, just a bit more general in terms of the baby's gender since some of y'all want boy!dad Simon but originally Ghostie is a girl.

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❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves to toss the baby up in the air, simply just for amusement and both of them needed entertainment. Safe to say Soap never did that until the little one was a lot older because when he did it, he ended up with a glob of drool on his face.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is always so vocal with his baby, you could just tell the influence of him talking to the baby. Just the rumble of his voice sends the tiny one into a fit of giggles while they're on his chest.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who was influenced by you to do that viral thing on the internet, people throwing a slice of cheese on their crying baby to make them stop. It worked and they ate it.. now he keeps the fridge stocked with sliced cheese for that reason.

❥ Babyfever!Husband!Simon who was determined to assemble everything, baby's crib, the car seat.. though the bottle sterilizer was something he needed your help with. Both of you trying to figure where the missing piece went only to find your little one chewing on it.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who comes home late at night yet his little one follows him like a mother duck, as much as he wants to, Simon refused to have contact until he's out and squeaky clean from a shower. Always worrying about how they might catch something from outside while the little one is directly outside the bathroom door waiting for their dad and peeking from the little space underneath the door, knocking every 3 minutes for dada to come out.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who has the time of his life teaching the baby CPR, it started as a joke between the 141 and now your baby knows the word and knows what to do in response to it, the bunny stuffie is the one receiving the medical attention with the little crisp giggle after Simon praises them.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who you find laughing his ass off at Soap who was forced by the puppy eyes of your little one to wear a pink tutu that was on the verge of breaking from his size, glittered fairy wings that were made of wire and horrid quality of pink mesh fabric, a plastic tiara and a light up fairy wand. They forced him to do ballet. (Gaz definitely had that as his phone's wallpaper for a month)

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who love cherishing little moments of how the world reminds him of how naive, dumb and gullible his little one could be. Having a leash kid yet for a completely different reason from misbehaving and being too hyperactive. Walking on a bridge with him over a river as a little family outing at the park when your little one pointed at the aggressive stream of water underneath, Simon jokingly asking them if they want to be tossed in and without a word they turn to you with their arms up and wiggling for uppies. When that didn't work they turned to their dad doing the same thing, making Simon chuckle so much that he almost coughed as they slowly let their arms drape back down to their sides, little pout in disappointment. You playfully glared at your husband, having to explain to a toddler why they can't swim in a strong stream of dirty water.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is very much amused about how the baby likes his stuble, hoping he won't cause a rash to them because of how much they press their face into his. He makes sure it's extremely well kept after the very first time it happened 😭.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves seeing his toddler in their sleep shirt which is basically just his shirt drooping on the floor because it's too big for them but the they're chunky enough to keep it on themselves. Just thinking of Simon hearing the loud stomps of footsteps approving their bedroom, the short pause of silence before the frantic sound of the door knob jingling, he always knew who was about to enter the room. Holding their bunny stuffie while pulling on the blanket of their dad's side of the bed to ask him for help to climb up.

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ladyddanger · 8 months

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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

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simplyholl · 6 months

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Frozen Stiff

Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.

Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.

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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.

Your father’s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.

She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didn’t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and you’re stunned.

They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. He’s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.

Woof

You look beside you terrified. Your sister’s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.

Woof

He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But it’s too late. He’s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. “What have we here?” One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. “We found a spy, your highness.”

“Bring him to me.” King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. “Not a he, but a she.” He says amused, as he looks closely at you.

“What are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.” You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. “My father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.”

Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. “Your father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?” You shake your head. “No, your highness, that would be my sister.” You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.

“A princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day it’s turning out to be.” He sneers. “No, wait!” You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.

“This isn’t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?”

“Yyyyesss” You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didn’t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didn’t bother with putting on a proper dress.

You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didn’t bother with attempting to cover yourself. “I’ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.” He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.

Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.

You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldn’t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.

The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but don’t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.

You jump up, searching your room for him, but he’s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didn’t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.

“King Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.” Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. “My king, I’ve brought your dessert.” He’s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.

He’s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. “Remove your dress, and get on the bed.” He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. “Excuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.”

He pats the bed, “You heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. I’m only rewarding your good behavior.” You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. “How did you know about that?” You manage to mumble. “I know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.”

He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stammer. “I’m having my dessert.” He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.

He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like it’s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.

He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. It’s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.

The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. “I’ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. “My sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasn’t had any cock yet.” You nod, reaching for him. “I am the first to touch you, correct?” Another hum to confirm.

You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. “I have to get you ready.” He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but you’re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. “My poor princess. I’m too much for her. It’s only the tip, my sweet girl.” He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. “I can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.”

He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. I’ll keep you forever, my little plaything.” You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.

Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. “I want to see me dripping out of you.” He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. “What a delicious mess you made.” He coos.

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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°•IF THE BG3 COMPANIONS BABYSAT YOUR KIDS!•°

Lae'zel

Congratulations your children are spending an afternoon at boot camp!

You can rest assured they will be treated fairly at least.

No favoritism going on here.

Anyone who misbehaves shall be sent to solidarity confinement and left there until....Idk

If they want a snack they WILL have to fight one another in a duel to the death.

Or at least until one of them falls down and cries.

To the winner go the cookies.

Or more accurately maybe some giant space hamster jerky.

Karlach

This is assuming her engine has been fixed, naturally.

The kids absolutely love Auntie K.

Legit can carry them all on her shoulders at once.

She gives the best hugs too and is always so nice and warm.

She is up to play any games with them! Especially ones where she pretends to be a monster and chases them around.

Very protective of the little ones.

Brings them new stuffies each time she visits.

You MUST remind her constantly to watch her language around the little ones!

Gale

Arrives via magic portal.

Brings Tara to help him.

Takes it very personally if one of the children don't like him.

Tries to impress them via magic and creates a magical illusion to entertain the kiddos.

Attempts to teach them everything he knows about the weave.

Takes it very hard if the children fall asleep during his lecture.

Must be consoled by Tara.

If any take an interest in the weave they immediately become his favorite.

You'll probably end up coming home to your home appliances floating or having some kind of enchantment on them.

Halsin

Yes he turns into a bear and lets them ride on his back.

Most time is spent outside enjoying nature and all of its beauty.

Will carry the littlest one on his shoulders at all times.

Always brings healthy snacks, mostly fruit like apple slices.

Proceeds to take them to a nearby pond to feed the ducks.

Widdles them little animal figures to play with.

No TV or video games. The thought of technology taking over their lives makes him sick.

We play outside or we don't play at all.

Doesn't mind them grabbing at his ears, if they can even reach them that is!

He has to remind one of them multiple times that he unfortunately cannot turn into a dragon.

Sad sad truth.

Shadowheart

Makes cute little flower crowns with them.

Helps the little ones feel better if any of them are afraid of the dark.

Is very good at comforting them.

Possibly might be one of the older one's first goth girl crush.

Badmouths Lae'zel in front of them shamelessly.

Always puts on a tim Burton movie or something for them to watch.

Definitely the reason for any of their emo phases.

They think she's really cool though.

Wyll

Always the first to volunteer to babysit.

Man has the patience of a saint and can handle even the most unruly of children.

Always talks them up and is very careful to never put them down.

Tells them all kinds of exciting stories of his time as the Blade.

Makes sure to adjust them to be suitable for the kiddos.

Leaves out the scary parts.

If any of them are mean to one another and can't get along he's the type to make them each say something nice about the other as a punishment.

Let's them play with toy swords and teaches them a thing or two about using them.

Never raises his voice at them. Is super calm and collected.

Loves them all to pieces!

Also may or may not take them out to get ice cream if they're good.

Astarion

Assuming this is Spawnstarion we're talking about because the vampire Ascendant would just laugh in your face if you asked him then slam the door on you.

Our sweet little spawn will also likely laugh and think you're joking at first.

"You seriously want a vampire to watch over your children?"

Assuming you pay him and be sure to give him big sweet puppy dog eyes he may consider it.

This man is a very not my child not my problem kind of guy.

Gets annoyed with all the children asking tedious vampire questions and responds with very sarcastic answers.

Does not approve of them wanting to touch his ears.

Agrees to let them see his fangs in hopes to scare them (the mischievous little shit).

The children instead think they're cool, which confuses him. He really isn't sure how to feel about it.

Threatens to eat them if they get on his nerves.

Spends most of the time on the sofa, boredly reading a magazine or watching television.

Miraculously takes a shine to one of the younger girls who call him pretty and compliments his clothes and hair.

This is also given the girl is a little mischief gremlin who pulls pranks on her older siblings.

He lets her paint his nails purple or red while she gossips about her mother/father's new partner or her siblings.

Unapologetically shows her favoritism and lets her sit on his lap and watch TV with him.

Will not bat an eye if the other children run a muck and destroy shit.

Legit just keeps watching TV. Probably some drama filled 'reality' show.

He actually finds the chaos caused by the children quite amusing.

One of the children somehow ends up on the roof.

Once the parents are home and it's time to leave. The youngest girl gives him a hug.

His eyes get all big and round and almost threaten to tear up.

Astarion is not asked to babysit again.

Sorry some of them are so short, I mostly write for Astarion so I'm not very confident at doing the other characters.

Hope you like it though!

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neckromantics · 5 months

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You simply CANNOT look me in my eyes and tell me that Halsin wouldn't hand out piggy-back rides like nobody's business.

Just cause he's a sweet, beautiful refrigerator man who is willing to help you out if you have a particularly bad injury (or, if you're Astarion and play up how badly your feet are killing you until your big, strong, wood elf friend takes pity.) No matter how much you insist he shouldn't have to carry people around like that, he's insisting just as much that he doesn't mind. Like, he genuinely likes it. Can man-handling be a love language?

There was this one instance where you and a certain vampire had just got your asses handed to you by a boobytrap of epic proportions.

It was an easy mistake. You simply hadn't noticed, and he hadn't either until it was much too late. Ya'll got blown up so hard. How you were still alive when you should have been charred and gooey like two idiot marshmallows was a mystery to all. (Somehow, you think the last second yank to your cloak he gave in an attempt to save you just made the landing hurt worse. You were a pile of sprawled out limbs and sizzling leather before you could process that the hell had happened. The first words out of Astarion's mouth when he peeled himself off of you were to ask if his eyebrows were still there- made you promise you weren't lying when you assured him his pretty face was still intact.)

In comes Halsin, who sees the state of you two- the silver-haired elf sitting on the stone floor looking worse for wear as you hobble around the room with knocking knees, and stubbornly continue to rummage around in hopes of finding at least one potion of healing to share. The druid lets you finish your look around, lets you feel defeated for all of three seconds, before he waltzes over and scoops the two of you up. Like two, whiny sacks of potatoes you are, slung with great care. One over each of his broad shoulders.

Neither you or Astarion consider complaining about how embarrassing it might be- really just let yourselves be carried away like two misbehaving children getting hauled out of a shop after a tantrum. You lock eyes behind Halsin's back at some point to find that the two of you are sharing matching expressions. Just beneath your pained grimacing lies a little bit of shock. A little bit of awe. A little bit of.... wait, are you both kicking your feet as well?

Gods, you are practically swooning over your beefy friend's show of strength. It's ridiculous. You're just glad Halsin is too busy going on about how the two of you are "such brave adventurers" to notice whenever he glances back to check on you. At least you think he doesn't notice.

Huh. Is this just the concussion talking, or can you feel his shoulder shaking with laughter?

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longing-for-rain · 6 months

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what exactly is Aang's toxic masculinity that you're talking about? there are no examples of such behavior on his part in the show. he is not an ideal person, he is a child who sometimes behaved incorrectly, just like all the other children in the show (Katara, Toph, Sokka), and this is normal.

in addition, we see how he regrets some of his wrong actions and gets better, while Zuko does not regret his toxic behavior, doesn't apologize and doesn't face the consequences of his behavior (racist jokes about Aang, demands that Katara forgive him as if he has the right to her forgiveness, an attack on Aang to "teach him a lesson" and many other things).

Hi anon, thanks for the ask! This is a very good illustration of what I was talking about in this post when I mentioned that I feel toxic men are overlooked more often for appearing “nice” than they are for being conventionally attractive.

No examples of toxic behavior in the show? What do you call this then?

I know what I (and the law) call it:

But you see, he’s “nice” right? This is just a misbehaved child, as you put it? Yah, no. He knew better and still did it because he was possessive; this whole interaction started because he was jealous that an actress playing Katara was interested in men other than him. And the show proceeded to frame the situation in a way that made Aang sympathetic, despite being the aggressor and the one behaving irrationally. How much more “toxically masculine” can you get than that? But he put on a flower crown once so we’re supposed to think he’s a soft uwu feminine boi (even though he was absolutely enraged that a female actress played him).

I also find it very interesting that you describe Katara and Sokka as “children” while Zuko is omitted from that list despite being the same age. Are you admitting you agree he’s more mature, or are you admitting that you hold him to different standards?

But, anyways. You asked about toxic behavior on Aang’s part, which I’ll get further into now that the most egregious example is out of the way.

Let’s break down what you consider unforgivably toxic behavior on Zuko’s part and compare it to Aang’s behavior in similar situations.

1. “Racist” jokes

I’m guessing this is made with reference to the “Air Temple preschool” comment. How exactly is this racist? In context, Aang is the one trying to force his beliefs on others, and Zuko makes this comment to a) tell him to back off and b) point out that Aang is, in fact, a child who doesn’t have any business telling Katara how to feel.

This point is particularly interesting to me, because it implies that the simple fact that Zuko doesn’t agree with the philosophy of Aang’s culture makes him racist. By this logic, Aang is also racist against Katara’s culture, because he clearly disagrees with her philosophy and is openly telling her that his culture is morally virtuous over hers. And well. That’s even more believable considering Aang’s previous reactions to Water Tribe culture.

Ah, yes. Playing with a cultural artifact like it’s a toy because you were upset about not being the center of attention for once, and telling everyone how disgusting you think cultural food is, what great ways to show the supposed love of your life how much you respect her culture!

I know your response to this point would be something like “uwu but he’s a kid he didn’t knowww” ok well. The same logic can be applied to any alleged “racism” on Zuko’s part.

2. “Demanding” forgiveness

Zuko: What can I do to make it up to you?

Ah, yes. How demanding of him. He’s clearly so self-centered and only thinking about his own values and agenda here.

It’s not like he…

…told his friend how she’s allowed to process her grief and try to impose his own morals…

…or demanded to know if his crush liked him back, wouldn’t accept “no” as an answer, and forced a kiss on her…

…or told an abuse victim he was wrong to want to kill his abusive father for trying to commit a genocide…

…oh, um. Yeah. Sorry, but after actually watching the show it’s very clear to me which character doesn’t seem to regret or see the flaws in any of his actions at the end of the show, which is when all of these examples took place.

3. Training in the finale

“Attacking Aang to teach him a lesson” … wow, that’s a very dishonest way of phrasing that situation. I’m impressed, I have to say. I’ve seen lots of dumb takes from Aang stans over the years but this is a new one.

Well, luckily I actually watched the scene in context, so my reaction was the same as all the other characters’ reactions in canon when they learned the context behind this “attack”:

They agree with him. Yeah. Obviously, when nobody is taking training seriously when the world is about to literally go up in flames, you might need to do something to get their attention.

“But it was dangerous!” you might argue. Well… yeah. When magic and bending is in the equation, training in the Avatar universe has been shown to be somewhat dangerous at times. As an example, from this very same episode, Toph very nearly smashed Sokka with a giant flaming rock. That was way closer to hurting someone than Zuko was in this incident. If you’re going to fault characters for making their training exercises too dangerous, I guess Toph is mega cancelled.

Now back to Aang. What was his reaction in this situation? How did he react to the end of the world being days away? He ran away with absolutely no plan. Just like he did at the very beginning of the show.

I mean, think about it. This is a critical flaw (and toxic trait) in Aang that is literally never addressed, because he starts and ends the show the exact same way: he’s faced with a problem, he runs away from it, then he’s saved by an in-universe equivalent of an Act of God. Wowie, such great character development. Not fixing your core flaw and having a mythical plot device materialize into existence to solve your problems for you. Aang’s whole arc is a big blah, because the writing fails to address any of his flaws or have him meaningfully question any of his values.

Meanwhile, Zuko has consistently been a fan favorite because he’s the opposite. His flaws are meaningfully addressed, he does admit he’s wrong and fix his flaws, and his character shows a critically acclaimed change throughout the show. His arc is written so well that despite being a cartoon character, Zuko is widely considered the poster child for a good redemption arc across all forms of media.

So anyways, miss me with the double standards… there is a reason why Zuko is the fan favorite, and it’s not just his abs 🔥

#fandom salt #meta #zuko #katara #aang critical #canon critical #atla #zutara #anti kataang #ask #anon

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More domestic stuff?? GREAT

Yuu getting another batch and the already born kids just cling to them because "They glow!!!" while the twins are like "Please let them go for a bit" because yuu has an eel and shirmp kid almost acting like weights holding them down preventing yuu go anywhere

Also that about baby morays eating shirmps now I think about a eel kid teasing their shirmp sibling

Shirmpkid:*sniffles*

Shirmpkid2: *hugging shirmpkid* don't you dare

Eelkid: hehe what this? *throws a shirmp in the air and eats it*

Shirmpkid: *Full on wailing in terror*

Shirmpkid2: you asked for it! *deep breath* DAAAAAAD-

Eelkid: NO HOLD ON

Having leech blood on you means that you have natural urges to tease others also how would it be with the kids knowing Azul? I imagine it would go like:

Shirmpkid: *cleaning urges increasing*

Eelkid: *nomnom tentacles*

Speaking of adding Azul to the mix how would octopolycule go like? I wanna know what you have in mind! aside from the shirmpmer smut

-Vaquita

(I've broken and written a one-shot with Tweels and Shrimpmer Yuu. I have thoughts on octopolycule but that will have to be for another time.)

[cw] - Yuu is referred to as "Ama" by children, but still referred to as gn, Tio is used instead of Uncle.

The Delights of being "Zuzu"

"Stop it! You're scaring him!

Two little shrimp fry mers were currently curled into one another, the larger teal one holding her sibling in her lower legs and tail. The smaller one, a light pink that turned a darker red at the tip of his tail, was trembling in his sister's grasp, eyeing his other sister across from them.

"Oh lighten up!" A teal elver mer was rolling her eyes at her twin and younger brother, she was dangling a raw shrimp in her fingertips. "It's not like I'll eat him, unless..."

She grinned, her sharp teeth gleaming in the low light of the sea cave. Leaning down to be eye level with her brother, she snapped her jaw at him, making the poor boy whimper.

"If he misbehaves, then he's gonna turn out just. Like. This. Shrimp."

Tossing the shrimp up, she caught the tail of the shrimp with her teeth and shook her head, not unlike a wild dog with a bone. Shoving the rest of the poor crustacean in her maw, cackling as her brother wailed in fear, she found herself pushed to the ground by her twin.

"I SAID STOP IT PEARL! YOU'RE BEING MEAN, I'M GOING TO TELL ZUZU ON YOU!"

The teal shrimpmer was surprisingly ferocious, snapping her own teeth at her twin sister. Though they were blunt, she made up for it with her several lower legs around her tail as she wrapped them around her sister. This helped little though, as the other simply tied her own tail around her sister in an attempt to avoid her.

"Nuh-uh! Shut up Coral! I'm just playing! I'm gonna tell on you for being a jerk!"

"No you!"

"No YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"Why not both?" A smooth, silky voice responded.

The girls, now adequately tangled together by their tails and legs, froze as their younger brother cried out happily to their Uncle Azul. At some point during their fight, he'd managed to sneak into the room, sticking to the walls and ceiling to crawl over them and to their brother, who was reaching up to him.

Azul was currently staring at them with a disapproving, narrow gaze as one of his tentacles reached down to curl around their brother. The smallest of them, he fit perfectly in his uncle's hold as he was cradled and brought up to Azul.

Curled up in one of his other tentacles were the remaining two siblings, their brother's fellow triplets. One was another moray, a bright red one with a white stripe going down her spine. The second was also a moray, though he was multicolored, his scales made up of a mosaic of teal, red, and pinks. The two were napping, but reached out to their brother, who was making small chirps and squeaks. They responded in whistles and chirps in kind, wrapping around their brother and resuming their nap.

"Now girls, what did your Ama say about fighting?" Azul scolded, carefully making his way back down with his nephews cradled in his grasp. He managed, quite expertly might he say, to make his way down to the twins.

"Pearl, Coral, please untangle yourselves. And Pearl?" Pearl froze, after managing to untangle herself, being grasped by the scruff of her neck by Azul.

"Yes Tio Zuzu?" Pearl bashfully giggled, her tail curling into itself. "I wasn't being mean, I was just playing."

Azul clicked his tongue, using the tip of his tentacle to pinch Pearl's nose. "By terrorizing your brother? You should know better."

"I told her not to!" Coral swam over to Azul and used her shrimp legs to crawl up his legs and reach up with her hands. Azul adjusted his grip, holding Pearl in his left arm while he picked up Coral with his right.

"Yes, I heard, but you shouldn't be fighting with your sister. If you're anything like your fathers, you'll end up breaking half the room." Azul chuckled at Coral's pout.

After managing to adjust his hold on the twins and the triplets in his tentacles, Azul slowly made his way out of the nusrey.

"Are you just hungry Pearl? You could've asked me to make you something you know."

Pearl smushed her face against Azul's chest, nodding her head with a pout. "Yesh pwease, Zuzu."

Azul chuckled, making his way through the house and into the kitchen. Putting the twins down, he leaned down to Coral to ask, "Little Coral, can you bring me your brothers' basket so I can make us something?"

Coral nodded eagerly swimming away, followed by Pearl. Azul busied himself by pulling out various bowls and stored away fish. In just a few moments, the girls swam back with a large kelp-woved basket in tow.

"Here Zuzu!"

"I helped too Zuzu!"

Azul smiled and patted the girls on the head. "Thank you my dears."

The triplets, still curled around each other, cooed as they were placed in their basket, whining softly before settling. The red moray, pink really from the transparent look on her skin, opened her eyes and began babbling at Azul.

"Zu zu zu zu!" She made grabby hands up to Azul, though her attention soon shifted to her sisters as they peered over the edge of the basket.

"Mananana! Mananana!"

"Hi Poppy! Hello!" Coral cooed at her sister while Pearl wiggled her fingers above the other two.

Pearl giggled as her multicolored brother swipped at her hands. "Did you have good nap Lumiro? Does Moss make a good pillow?"

Lumiro giggled, nuzzling into Moss's side as the smaller shrimp fry yawned and curled into his brother to keep napping.

Azul smiled, busying himself with mashing up the bits of shrimp, crab, and small fish in a bowl, though he left out the shrimp in another bowl. Splitting the food up into smaller shell plates, Azul moved to settle down next to the basket and handed the twins their own bowls.

"Here girls, eat up. Your Ama and Fathers will arrive from the doctor's soon."

Pearl began shoving handfuls of her meal into her mouth, while Coral nodded along and did the same, albeit less messily. Azul moved to feed Poppy and Lumiro with a spoon, though Moss refused the food.

"Hmm, I forgot you only feed on milk. How picky, Pearl please get me Moss's bottle." Azul turned to Pearl, smirking at her messy face covered in food. "And clean up your face, silly girl."

"Yes Zuzu!" Pearl squealed, giggling as she swam up to the cabinet that her Ama kept Moss's food in. She grabbed one of the seaglass bottles and brought it over, holding it away from Azul's grasp.

"Can I feed Moss? I promise I'll be careful!" Pearl asked, pouting her lip. Azul chuckled, gesturing for Pearl to sit on his lap as he picked up Moss with his tentacles.

"Sit down and I'll put him on your lap." Pearl settled, cradled by two of his arms, and squealed as her small red brother was placed on her lap. She pushed the bottle's nipple against his lips, which he moved to suckle as he grasped the sides of the bottle with his hands.

"Ahaha! He doesn't have teeth, that's so weird! Did you have teeth as a baby, Zuzu?"

"I did, I had to eat stuff like you as a baby too. But Moss is more like your sister. And your Ama when they were a human still."

"What was Ama like as a human? Were they super tiny like my baby brother? Was I this tiny?" Pearl asked, smiling as Moss ate from her hand.

Azul hummed, leaning back to rest on his hands while his tentacles held up Pearl and Moss.

"I'm not sure, but human babies are quite a bit bigger that most mer babies. You know, you two were just the size of my palm when you were born."

"What!" Coral gaped, swiming over and crawling up Azul's chest. She picked at the dead skin around his neck and chest, shoving the bits in her mouth. "We're barely bigger than your hand now! How big are human babies?"

"Ha, well they're still small, about the size of a cuttlefish. But they spend more time in their ama's bellies. I think your Ama was probably the same."

Coral oh'ed and ah'ed as Moss finished his bottle, sighing as Pearl took it away. She looked up to Azul for guidance, who moved Moss upright and motioned for Pearl to pat his back.

"Pat his back, to get the air out of his tummy."

Pearl nodded, doing so until Moss burped. While doing so, two of Azul's tentacles were still spoon feeding Poppy and Lumiero. Once their bowl was empty, Azul tucked the two in their basket again.

Moss burped, little air bubbles leaving his mouth. Azul gently removed him from Pearl's grasp, who whined, and placed Moss in between his sleepy siblings. Both of them curled their tails around their brother and reached for him with their hands. The triplets happily settled back for another nap.

The twins settled quitely in Azul's arms, Pearl reaching over to Coral, who took her in her arms. cradled in Azul's arms, Pearl rested her head on Coral's chest as her twin tended to debris in her hair. Azul, quite easily with his 10 limbs, got up and moved over to the living room. Sat on the large shell love seat in the corner, the basket in his lap and twins in his arms, Azul decided to recount tales from his time at NRC.

The twins asked questions about their fathers and ama, how they acted, what they did, though Azul avoided any questions about your...mysterious appearance during their second year.

The twins were so enraptured by Azul's storytelling, that they failed to notice you entering the home.

"You should ask Ama what Tio Zuzu was like in school. He ended up being quite the troublemaker when I met him, right Azul?"

"Ama!" Both Pearl and Coral perked up and wiggled out of Azul's grasp to launch themselves to you with giggles.

"Hi Ama! We missed you Ama!" Coral giggled as you pinched her cheek while Pearl curled herself around your shrimp legs.

"Ama! Where's Papa and Daddy?" Pearl cutely asked, batting her eyelashes at you as she nuzzled your stomach. "Daddy said he'd bring me a mushroom to eat!"

"Over here my darling, I have it right here." Jade swam in after you, followed by Floyd who eagerly picked up Coral and tossed her around the water.

"Heya Little Coral! How's my Baby Shrimpy doin'? Being nice to your Uncle?" Floyd pressed his forehead against Coral's giggling with her as he cooed and awed at his child.

Azul smiled, moving to meet you and the brothers he gestured to the triplets.

"They ate just a bit ago. I'm assuming the check up went well?"

You nodded, eyeing Pearl has she shoved the rather large mushroom Jade brought her in her mouth.

"Pearl, chew it please. Jade, don't encourage her." You sighed, squinting at Jade's nonchalant grin.

"She's fine, she has to learn how to unhinge her jaw eventually. Isn't that right Pearl?"

Pearl nodded and gave a muffled reply, gnawing on the cap.

"What did the doctor say, if you don't mind me asking?" Azul asked, picking up the triplets' basket to bring it over to you. "How are the 'berries' doing?"

You two shared a soft laugh as he gestured at your transparent belly, the four eggs clustered together to look rather similar to a raspberry.

"They are nice and healthy. Though, I'm drawing the line here with babies. The first two were expected. The triplets were a surprise. But quadruplets? Humans just have the one and done. Maybe twins or triplets on the rare occasion. But four? At once?"

You sighed, glaring at Floyd and Jade from the corner of your eye. The twins, holding their own pair of twins, all four giving you a pouty look and big eyes.

"Yeah, no. We're stopping at—ugh god—nine. Floyd and Jade can keep their hands to themselves if they try for any more again."

"But the girls want even more siblings. And I'm sure the triplets will want more baby siblings too!" Jade whined, tilting his head against Pearl's as Floyd did the same with Coral.

Floyd cooed, "Yeah! Tell them girls, tell Ama how much you want more siblings."

The girls began crying out to you, whining about wanting more sisters and brothers.

"Besides, it's not our fault. Morays only have one or two kids." Floyd followed up, a wry smirk on his lips. "Shrimps are the ones with big clutches. We're just being good husbands, right Jade?"

"Oh, completely, Floyd. We'd be awful partners if we didn't fullfil our darling's wishes during mating season. Are we awful partners, my love?"

Both sniffled, mock crying as they allowed the girls to pat at their face for tears.

You turned to look at Azul with a deadpan stare. "Do you see what I have to deal with?"

Azul laughed at your 'misery', allowing you to hug him goodbye as he made his way out.

"I'm aware, I grew up with them. They're your problem now." Azul waved at you from behind, patting the girls with two of his tentacles on their heads. "Goodbye, remember, you owe me for babysitting! Bring Malleus to one of my resturants, his presence alone will give me much publicity!"

"Yes, yes, of course Azul. Bye!" You laughed, waving back as you shifted your attention to your triplets, small as the size of your hand. You cooed at your babies, tracing the back of your finger over their cheeks.

"Aw, sweet things. Aren't they? So much sleepier than the girls were."

Jade joined you, curling his tail around yours as he pressed kiss to your temple. Pearl was watching the triplets with rapt facination as they curled into your arms as you picked them up. Floyd joined your otherside, resting his chin on the top of your head as he hugged you from behind. Coral managed to crawl up his arms to the top of his head, digging through it to pick out debris that tangled through his teal locks with intense focus.

"Are you cleaning Papa?" You asked, smiling at Coral, who practically blended in with Floyd's hair. "How nice of you, make sure you do it really well, your new siblings will need lots of guidance from their big sister."

Pearl gasped, leaning out of Jade's arms to paw at your 'berried' tummy and press her cheek against it. The eggs inside, two pink, one green and the other blue, glowed at her touch.

"Are they all going to be shrimps too? Are they Ama?"

You chuckled, using one of your shrimp legs to pat her head. Though, you also pecked her face clean of mushroom.

"I don't know my love, we will just have to see. Now all of you let me go!" You shooed the four away, swimming towards your bedroom. "Ama needs a nap in their bed with their babies!"

Coral and Pearl gasped, pushing their fathers' hands away to chase after you.

"We're your babies too Ama! We wanna nap with Ama too!"

"Ama! Ama!"

Jade and Floyd followed, watching as the girls settled in your nest with you. The triplets were gently placed on the bed, still curled against each other in a small pile, and rested against your chest as you layed on your side. The twins rested themselves against the nook of your neck, though Coral pushed her way into your hair and rested against your scalp.

After the girls settled, you gestured for Jade and Floyd to follow. Floyd quickly took his favorite spot at your front, wiggling down to face the triplets and wrapped his tail around your own. He used on of his hands to prop his head up, the other resting on your stomach, the eggs glowing at his touch.

Jade followed, taking his spot spooning you and nuzzling in the nook of your neck. He smiled as he felt Coral's hand rubbed his forehead in a soothing pattern, moving his own hand to rest on your stomach as well, next to Floyd.

"Mm, shouldn't you two head off to work? Your father won't be happy if you don't show up again." You sighed sleepily, fighting off a yawn. "Not that I'm complaining. I like this."

"Nah, it's fine." Floyd murumured, drawing shapes into your skin with the tip of his claw, careful not to put pressure. "We mention you and the kids, he gets all sorts of mushy."

"Don't worry love, we just want to spend a bit of time with our darling spouse and children." Jade kissed your shoulder, watching as you started falling asleep.

"Go to sleep. You rest and stay safe, we'll be back before you know it."

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#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #shrimpy chronicles #vaquita anon

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 5 months

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A DC X DP IDEA # 24

A Chill Protector

Imagine dis…

We all heard about the different spirits hidden beneath the thick blanket of snow, and how winter and ice were always associated with death. As many succumb to the winter cold weather.

Parents tell their children myths and legends to their children as the snow spirits will drag them out of their warm home if they ever misbehave. Snow spirits both legends/ myths alike walk along the icy path and will drag any unsuspecting traveler to be their next victim. The horror stories he saw and heard as to why no matter how officials try to recover the bodies that might have been lost to the blizzard and snow could never have a body to return to.

But not all snow-related spirits from any legend or myth are there to lead us to a cold death. Some are protectors, to children who simply lost their way or even they join in the play.

But did you know there was a protector from the old?

Danny Phantom edition

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Little Bruce Wayne is running to where no one knows, not even himself. That year will be the first Christmas without his parents. In the cold harsh winter in Gotham, tears never stopped flowing through. Alfred tried his best he did but some holes could not be filled with gingerbread cookies or hot cocoa. Little Bruce kept on running and running, he wanted his parents to be here, his mom who could be heard singing Christmas carols in the manor while his dad secretly put the gifts under the Christmas tree and signed the gifts from Santa, he missed the times where they would decorate the Christmas tree with both his mom and dad.

Little Bruce ran until he found himself in the middle of nowhere. There were street lampposts but no people, perhaps they had already begun to hide themselves from the upcoming harsh winter. Little Bruce tried to go back, he turned and turned but could not remember where he came from. A harsh blizzard heading towards Gotham that day, Little Bruce remembers as the dark grey clouds started to form out of nowhere.

Little Bruce tried to hide from the upcoming blizzard by squishing himself in between the dumpsters in the far corner. He knew that even if he asked for help there would be a likely chance for him to be kidnapped and be ransomed than be helped. He may be born from the higher class but he is still a Gothamite and knows of the dangers of outing himself.

Unluckily some homeless men saw and recognized him and tried to corner him, Little Bruce ran again into the unknown. He tries to lose his pursuers by sandwiching himself in between dumpsters. He had held his breath when the said pursuers ran past his hiding spots in their midst of angry grunts.

As he tried to warm himself a stranger went and crouched in front of him. Little Bruce never heard the crunching of boots when he walked so he was understandably startled, thinking that he was one of the men who were after him. A young boy with soft white hair, probably dyed a thought passed by, the bluest of eyes he had ever seen from anybody, freckles that looked like snowflakes decorating his cheeks, and an impish grin as he wore a white hoodie and cargo pants with sneakers and carrying a blue umbrella staring at Little Bruce with clear playfulness in his eyes.

Little Bruce knows that winter in Gotham is far worse than anywhere in the States yet he never seemed to question the stranger to only have a hoodie and shorts.

Little Bruce is wary of the stranger but he just puts an umbrella on top of him and puts his finger on his lips making a shushing gesture and noise as he winks playfully to Bruce.

Bruce who already sensed that this stranger had no malice but pure playfulness copied him giving his grin and shush.

Next, he was there holding an umbrella on top of his head the next time Little Bruce blinked he was gone.

When he tried to look for the kind stranger, he saw Alfred running towards him with clear relief and exhaustion. Alfred tried to scan him for any injuries, when little Bruce tried to ask about the kind stranger Alfred mentioned how it was a miracle, that he was still alive after 3 hours in this kind of weather.

Little Bruce kept telling Alfred that there was someone, someone who was kind someone who hid him someone who put an umbrella over his head. As the years went by Bruce kept looking for that kind Samaritan who saved him that day but over the years that memory made Bruce think that it may have been the light and the snow that made him imagine that stranger, how he was still grieving over his parents at the time. He concluded that the stranger was nothing more than a figment of his imagination to deal with his grief at that time.

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Years later Batman along with his sons Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin were on a mission in the high ridge in Antarctica on the East Antarctic Plateau. About a suspicious sound wave which resulted in them botching another alien invasion. But before they could even go back to the plane another dying alien had shot an explosive in their direction, it may have missed them but their transportation was destroyed. Another blizzard was expected in a few minutes which brought the temperature to -135.8 F. They may have some heat built in their suits but not enough to warm them into the upcoming blizzard. It will take hours before Oracle and the others back send help to them. Superman is on a mission in outer space and cannot hear them.

As they make a makeshift shelter from the debris of the broken plane each then starts a quiet yet somber conversation with one another. Without the screaming and the death threats some of them had a few things to say to each other, Dick tried to be optimistic as they have survived far more dangerous situations and scenarios surely they can survive this and remove it from their bingo card. Maybe it’s an unconscious belief of their upcoming death, the heat sensors in their suit are already working overtime to give them warmth when fighting off the aliens, they could already see the battery in it draining as fast as they see the strongest snow storm approaching.

Batman had his entire arms surround each of his children. Wishing that his children survived this as he could hear the howling icy wind coming through the tiny cracks in their makeshift shelter.

Suddenly Batman heard the unmistakable sound of crunching of boots in the snow. He also noticed that all of his children fell into a deep sleep with how deep each breathing was. He slowly looked up and widened his eyes at what he saw.

There standing is the same white-haired teen wearing the same hoodie, the same pants, the same shoes, and carrying the same umbrella looking at him with the same playfulness twinkling in his eyes.

The teen once more opened his umbrella and put it over the head of Bruce along with his children who were huddled together. Slowly put his finger to his lips and made the same shushing sound and gesture as if they were back in the alley in between dumpsters hiding the little Bruce Wayne as if they were playing hide and seek.

Batman was just staring at him, one moment he was there next moment he was gone, like back then. Spoiler and Orphan found and came rushing to their location as they had been looking for them for 6 hours the snow and wind made it difficult to look for them.

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Danny had fully died when he was 78 years old, he formed and turned back into his ghostly prime of 14 years old and turned into some sort of protective spirit of the winter side. Frostbite explained on how the great one can finally stop the stigma against winter spirits. Frostbite explained that the majority of the winter spirits are vengeful to the mortals, sure his tribe to end the stigma but many people just kept running away from them and when they went near a mortal they were already dead and buried them for the death rites, As Danny is both protector and a winter spirit he can finally stop the stigma as well continue fulfilling his obsession. Clockwork then added that he had the perfect dimension as a tutorial for Danny.

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PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #dp #danny fenton

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