#injustice but with more ghosts au

[nerdpoe]

Injustice Timeline but with more Ghosts

Superman loses Lois, and starts to go rogue a la Injustice route.

Problem.

Dan, who was just entered into the Justice League, takes great offense to this.

Dan, who is reformed.

Dan, who remembers ripping every single member of the Justice League to shreds in that other timeline, and still remembers how to do it.

Superman never makes it past his opening speech to pitch the idea of hero-approved murder.

Dan, standing over an actually unconscious Superman who probably definitely needs medical treatment, looks at the other Heroes who would have sided with Superman.

"Ẅ̸̖̭͚̰̳̼̰́̇̋̚͜ͅh̴̨̛̭̝̘̻̙̝̜͔͚͛͌̿̉̓̈́̔̈̍͆̾͘͜o̵̦̟̣̖̝͔̠͍͙͖͕̔̏̈́͗̍͒̎̿͗̚͜'̴̦̣̪͓͓̤̲̲͐͌̂͋̉̚͠s̵̛̛̛̙̠̾̂͐̌̏̐́͝ ̵̛̩̹̪̤͔̰̣̼͈̒̉̿́͆͌͒͊̄͘̚͝ñ̷͉̠̩̝̇̒̐͂̄̽̈̃̅̕͘͝͠è̷͓̹̫͊̍̔̃̾̌̽̈́͑̓͜͝x̴̻̓̊̽̎̑ṫ̶̬̮̭̳͕̗̙̙̭̬̣̯͌͋̅͌̎͒͐̍͜?̴̗͍̺̼̪̞̋̕"

Meanwhile, Danny was sitting bored in his throne when a rather frightening new ghost forced her way in.

She demands an audience with him, introduces herself as Lois, and bullies him into making an interdimensional Passport.

She bullies Walker into agreeing that a Passport would make interdimensional travel follow the rules.

She has Danny searching various dimensions to find hers, because she wants to spend her afterlife with her still alive alien husband.

Danny...is too scared of her to tell her no.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #story prompt #injustice but with more ghosts au #Dan did not go through years of therapy to revert back to villainy #jazz would be so disappointed #ellie would be so disappointed #younger him would say he told them so and Dan CANNOT let that happen #If Superman needs to punch his grief out fine Dan can take it #He'll drag Superman's ass to the Realms and sign him up for a free-for-all brawl #but like fuck is he letting this shit happen again #Meanwhile Danny is very confused by this new reporter ghost #and very intimidated #he wishes her husband well because if he did anything stupid because of her death #she seems like she'll kick his ass with her new ghost powers

[shadowyricecake]

Exploding butterfly shrooms

⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ ﾟ｡⋆☾ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ｡⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ ﾟ｡⋆☾ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ｡⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫

Hogwarts au ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Jay x reader SNEAK : Rivals Y/n & Jay? Detention = torture. But a forbidden forest adventure & a hungry Bugbear spark something unexpected... maybe even love? WARNING: This story contains mentions of bugbears, blood sucking creatures, and close calls in the Forbidden Forest. Proceed with caution...or a Patronus Charm at the ready ━━━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

‎‧₊˚✧["So It's Now Or Never, Isn't It?"]✧˚₊‧

"Merlin's beard! That pitch!" I hollered, practically sprinting towards the Quidditch field with my team trailing behind. A week of wrangling with the booking gnomes, and finally, the pitch was ours... or so I thought! Those slimy Slytherins, of course, occupying the pitch at our precious time slot!

"PARK JONGSEONG!" I bellowed, my voice reaching octaves previously unknown. The smug git himself, with his signature infuriating smirk, sauntered over.

"Well, well, well," I began, frustration bubbling like a cauldron on high heat. "Isn't this a surprise? Our appointed hour, and here you Slytherins are, playing house on our pitch!"

Park just chuckled, that annoying, arrogant sound that could curdle milk. "Not anymore, it seems, Gryffindor."

"Not anymore? What d'you mean, 'not anymore'? I booked this pitch ages ago! Get your broomsticks and yourselves off this turf, or Madam Hooch will be hearing all about it!"

Park feigned a dramatic gasp, clutching his robes. "Oh no, please, Gryffindor, don't tell Madam Hooch! Whatever will become of me?" he whimpered in a sickeningly sarcastic voice. His little team, of course, erupted in laughter, the sound like hyenas feasting on a particularly juicy Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

Frustration bubbled over. This weasel wasn't stealing our pitch without a fight. "Tarantallegra!" I shouted, aiming for Jay's kneecaps. But the weasel dodged like a greased ferret. The next thing I knew, spells were flying faster than a rogue bludger in a crowded match. Let's just say Park puts up a decent fight.

Our little(not-so-little) duel attracted quite the crowd – students, ghosts (probably Peeves, placing bets), even a couple of professors with that "not this again" look on their faces – even Professor McGonagall materialized out of thin air, looking like she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"ENOUGH!" she roared, her voice cracking like a whip. We both froze, wands sputtering. "Detention! Three weeks! No arguments!" she declared before turning to the gawking crowd. "Don't you all have classes to be in ? Shoo!" ”Now both of you, off to my office before I take anymore points from your precious houses!”

We stood there, glaring at each other like grumpy pixies guarding their treasure, detention looming over our heads like a Dementor's kiss

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(In Professor McGonagall's office)

"He started it!" I protested, the injustice burning a hole in my pocket.

"You jinxed me first!" Park countered, a pout forming on his face.

"Only because you stole our pitch!" I retorted, my voice rising.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to if—"

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall interjected, her voice like nails on a chalkboard.

"You two cause more mayhem than a pack of pixies on sugar quills! Settle this like civilized witches and wizards, or I'll be stripping you both of your precious Quidditch captaincies !”

That escalated quickly. Looks like I had a choice to make – swallow my pride and work with Park, or say goodbye to leading the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory. We slunk out of the office. Park opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"Look, I don't have time for this, and I definitely don't want to lose my captaincy."

"Neither do I," Park grumbled.

"So, truce?" I sighed, extending a hand towards him.

Park stared at it for a moment, then shook it… but not before shooting a stinging hex at my palm with a smirk. "Did you not hear Professor McGonagall, Potter? Dimwitted as ever, I see.”

Jay, the rotten scoundrel, just grinned. Looks like this whole "working together" thing was going to be a real laugh riot.

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Three days into our shared detention purgatory, and I already wanted to shove a Snitch up Park's nose. Professor McGonagall, in a cruel twist of fate, decided to make our schedules identical for "maximum cooperation." Joy. That meant I was stuck with his pointy-haired self from sunrise to curfew. I'm stuck with Jay for the entirety of every day, from Herbology to bloody History of Magic (turns out Park's idea of polite is asking if I want my fingernails clipped… with his wand).

So here I am, chilling in the Hidden Garden (well, not exactly hidden, but most students are oblivious) . Mealtimes are the only escape from Park's annoyingly perfect presence. As I lie here contemplating the wonders of the cosmos (and how much I loathe jay), it dawns on me – this all started in second year, when we were both Seekers with a competitive streak a mile long. Ever since then, it's been non-stop bickering.

Maybe it's because he's got it all – looks, quidditch skills, top grades (the git). Me? Well, at least I'm good at Quidditch and jinxing self-important Slytherins. The rest is, well, a work in progress.

As I drifted off under the warm sun, an object landed on my chest. A… sandwich? I looked up to see ………..Jay ? , his expression unreadable.

"Last time you offered me food, I ended up in the hospital wing," I said, eyeing the sandwich with suspicion. "Not falling for that again, Park."

"Relax, I didn’t do anything to it. It's just a sandwich. We need to be able to tell Flobberworms from decent ones for detention, remember? Besides, if you faint from hunger, I'll have to do all the work."

"Why would you care?" I scoffed.

"Care about you? Don't be ridiculous , if you faint from hunger, I'll have to do all the work. This is purely out of self-preservation." ”Sure, Park. Whatever you say”

But maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of something… not-completely-unpleasant in his eyes. Nah. Must be the fumes from the greenhouses or maybe the Hungarian Horntail droppings they made us clean up.

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Detention with in the forbidden forest? Sign me up! This time, we weren't stuck weeding Herbology greenhouses or scraping Flobberworm mucus off toadstools (although, knowing our luck, that was probably next). I practically skipped alongside Hagrid, a giddy smile plastered on my face to snag some Exploding Shrumpheads – those funky fungi used in Fire-Protection Charms. Meanwhile, Jay shuffled behind us like a lost Puffskew.

"Alright, you lot," Hagrid boomed, his voice somehow even louder than usual in the eerie silence of the forest. "Remember, stick close, and those Burst-Caps you're after? Grab 'em quick and careful. Nasty little buggers can give you a right singin' in the ears if you don't handle 'em proper."

Jay, raised an eyebrow. "But Hagrid, where are you going? Aren't you supposed to, you know, supervise us or somethin ?"

Hagrid scratched his beard, a thoughtful look on his massive face. "Well, now, there's a bit of a... situation with Fang and a particularly plump Hippogriff down by the lake. Shouldn't take long, though! You lot just be good and I'll be back before you can say 'Flibbertigibbet!'" With that, he vanished into the oppressive darkness of the forest, leaving us bathed in an unsettling silence .

"Let's just get this over with," Jay grumbled, carefully plucking a mushroom.

He clearly wasn't thrilled. A smug smile played on my lips. "Scared, are you?"

He shot me an irritated look before returning to his task. We worked in eerie silence, broken only by the hooting of owls and the rustle of unseen creatures. As I approached a tree brimming with mushrooms, a sudden yank pulled me back. A hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my scream. Panic jolted through me, but a familiar cologne told me it was Jay.

"Don't move," he whispered urgently in my ear. "Blood-sucking Bugbear."

Peeking through the leaves, I saw it – a hulking monstrosity with razor-sharp claws tearing into a deer antler. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen in a textbook. Pure terror locked my legs in place.

Jay grabbed me, leading us away with silent urgency, but with a sickening crunch, one of us stepped on a Bursting Mushroom. The resulting explosion covered us with burns and spores ,echoed through the trees, and the Bugbear whipped its head towards us, glowing red eyes fixated on its new prey. We were trapped, the forest alive with a new kind of fear. Run. That was the only thought in our heads. We sprinted through the dense undergrowth, dodging rocks and branches, the Bugbear's roar a terrifying symphony of hunger close behind.

Suddenly, Jay scooped me up and hurled us both onto a thick branch high above the forest floor. We clung to the tree , gasping for breath, as the Bugbear lumbered below, searching for us with its glowing red eyes. Fear, cold and primal, coiled in my gut. Our breaths came in ragged gasps as we hear the Bugbear's frustrated roars echoing around us. Some time passed as we tried to settle our racing hearts and ragged breathing .

I registered our position. I was pressed against Jay's chest, his arm wrapped protectively around me. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his, his own racing beneath my cheek. The terror had morphed into something else – a strange awareness of him, of the warmth radiating from his body… But that could wait. Right now, all that mattered was escaping the hungry beast below.

╰─ - ̗̀ entry will update soon… ░༄ quote. 🥡

┆🥘┆🍙 ┆🍮 ✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: .✦ . :★. ───✧ ☆ "quote"

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen jay #park jongseong #jay ff #jongseong x reader #jay enhypen #Hogwarts #jongseong ff #enhypen hogwarts au #enhypen jay ff

[space-dreams-world]

About DP x DC au space prompt:

I have read this idea that some one made years ago because I can't seem to find it but, the main idea is that Danny gets to explore space like he's always wanted. Don't know how many years past but, space travel is possible for humans and Danny meets a voyaging space crew, which possibly one of the crew mates knows about Amity Park legend and is Jazz's great-descendant. (I believe all of his current family are dead except for Dani, Jazz because she is liminal and Vlad, possible his parents became ghosts too because of their obsession with them and immediately get sentenced to prison for hate crime genocide etc..)

For more, I like to think that while he explores the galaxy, if he sees injustice he will try to help them, maybe after many missions a blue lantern ring appears before him as he has given hope to people in the universe. (Maybe incountering some young tamarans, some Martians, living planets like Oa, fighting darkseid, etc...) Then one day, Clockwork appears before him, saying okay you had your fun, come back to earth, you've got a dimension to run and that how we find out Danny is the new ruler of GZ. When Danny re-enters earth atmosphere, he looks like a bright shiny white comet.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #au #not 100% mine

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - the inherent injustice of being the youngest person in any group

The Wall is nearly ready.

Amadeus likes a good wall, especially if he gets his hands on a printer and some red string. It’s good to be able to put all information in view at once – helps him organise his thoughts, or at least present them in a way that appears organised to a random observer.

“Oh, so we’re in crazy town already?” Tony sighs. “Cho, it’s not been a week.”

The Wall is nearly ready, save for a giant empty space he’d mentally labelled as OTHER PILOT. Now, Amadeus would be the first to admit he can get excited a smidge too quickly, so when he talks Tony through his and Montesi’s findings, he needs to make sure to include absolutely everything. He starts with two near-identical sets-of-four scans of the Maximoffs’ brains.

“No, no, let him talk,” Montesi pushes him into a chair. She’s got her hair up in the messiest bun Amadeus has ever seen on her, and he’s fairly sure she hasn’t meditated once since the first MEG scan came back making zero sense. He’s a great influence on everyone around him. “I triple-checked every conclusion. If this is real…”

“These were taken still in drivesuits, straight out of the Conn-Pod,” he says, tapping the highlighted area in the centre of the sagittal view. “Increased blood flow and activity in hippocampus for up to forty-five minutes after disconnecting from the hardware.”

Next: the original MRI Carter’s team took after the techs fished Reyes out of The Charger. Then, the results of the whole set of tests they took on his first day as their, ah, research participant. Montesi had the misfortune of taking the Hippocratic oath and doesn’t like the kind of language Amadeus got used to in private labs. “Six hours,” he says, pointing at the MRI, “three days,” pointing at the day-one MEG, then: “and yesterday.” He got a little carried away time-wise and didn’t image the scan onto a more user-friendly brain model, so it’s just rows and rows of electromagnetic waves in a table, with the relevant anomalies highlighted in neon green. Tony is a smart cookie; he’ll figure it out.

Smart as he is, he doesn’t really deal in meat brains. “Kid, help me out. What am I looking at? These are all pretty much the same.”

Amadeus just about manages not to clap like a proud parent. “They pretty much are!” He stretches himself across The Wall to point out the similarities in the detected anomalies: “See that? Minimal, but present activity in the frontal cortex, and constant stimulation to the hippocampus.” (Please please please don’t find something obvious I missed this is too interesting to be just. Nothing.) “Six! Days! No aneurysm! No seizures! Not even beginning stages of neuron malfunction!”

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose. “Is this another Spector?”

Amadeus is ready for that. “Nope. His history is muddled at best – we really need to get into that, by the way – but there is no prefrontal cortex dysfunction, and no damage to the anterior cingulate gyrus.” Tony sends him a truly murderous glare over his fingers. “If it was DID, or schizophrenia, or anything, we would’ve seen signs of it by now. We mapped out his brain millimetre by millimetre, alright? There isn’t another explanation, it must be–”

“Don’t say it,“ Tony warns, but Amadeus can’t help himself:

“–ghost drifting! Come on, Doc, back me up.”

Montesi clears her throat. “He’s right.” Before Amadeus can whoop in victory, she adds: “Don’t put that in writing, I have a reputation to uphold.” She straightens the lapels of her lab coat. “Reyes needs thorough monitoring. There might well be nothing on the other end of that drift.”

“Well—”

“No,” she says, already aggravated by their many, many previous discussions on the topic.

“But—”

“No,” she repeats. “Yes, something weird is going on with his brain. Yes, I think we should investigate. But we have no evidence it’s connected to that dreadful jaeger.”

“Yet!” Amadeus is distantly aware that the noise he makes resembles a dying goose. “Tony, just hear me out.”

“Give me a damn minute.”

Both Amadeus and Montesi back away from the Wall to let him inspect the scans at his leisure. Amadeus hates being evaluated in real time; what he wants is to provide supplementary information to every piece of paper Tony looks at, what he has to do is wait for him to draw his own conclusions. Even though his understanding of neurophysiology is at best intermediate, and even though it’s Amadeus who’s supposed to be the biology side of their partnership—

“Take it down a notch,” Tony tells him seriously. “You’re about to vibrate through the floor. Go grab a drink or something, I need a word with Vicky first.”

“It’s my office,” Amadeus grumbles, shoving his hands in his coat pockets.

“It’s my base,” Tony raises an eyebrow, but Amadeus knows better than to challenge him on that. “Run along, come back in fifteen. I’ll need you to walk me through the spongy bits again.”

*

Robbie thinks his spine might have turned to jelly. The wooden bench in the locker room didn’t look comfortable at first, but now he reckons he could stay on it for the rest of the shift. Or maybe the rest of his life.

It’s not the most tired he’s ever been. But it’s somewhere in the top five, for sure.

“Hey, man, that wasn’t too bad,” someone punches his shoulder. Robbie is too numb to figure out whether it was hard enough to hurt or not hard enough to register. “Have some water before you pass out.”

He accepts the plastic bottle. Briefly wishes death and suffering upon everyone who laughs when he can’t operate the screw top with his shaking hands. Finally, shoulder-puncher takes mercy on him and takes it away, then hands it back, open.

“Thanks,” he manages to mumble between sips. His bad eye is all screwy and he can still feel adrenaline pulsing in his temples like a hammer. Is he really supposed to do this every day? He doesn't know if he can find his legs before it's time to pick up Gabe.

“First day always sucks,” says the shoulder-puncher. “Brooks doesn’t normally stay on one person the whole time.”

Oh. Good. Someone else says: “I thought newbies were all air support.”

“No way, he’s too short for air support.”

“I could do air support,” Robbie frowns. He’s... not entirely sure what air support is in this context. He’s only partially convinced he’s actually forming words. Shoulder-puncher grabs the water bottle back before it slips from his fingers. “’m not. But I could.”

“Sure you could, pip-squeak,” Shoulder-puncher laughs. His accent is... familiar. Robbie tries to focus enough faculties to actually look at the guy. On his way to buff, blond, freckled like someone who hasn’t given up on a tan despite all signs indicating it isn’t meant to be. Maybe a couple of years older than Robbie. “You sound Californian.”

“East L.A.,” Robbie confirms. Shoulder-puncher points at one of his mates with a satisfied smirk and collects a bundle of Hong Kong dollars among a mix of cheering and booing.

“Grew up there before my old man got drafted,” he tells Robbie, tapping the side of his nose. “Name’s Guerro.”

The three other guys in the locker room also have names, and Robbie will be very embarrassed he can't remember them in the near future. They're training to be on the ground cover, but just as anyone else in the academy, plan to become rangers as soon as the new jaeger finally gets built.

"Brooks said--" Was that meeting classified? Robbie is too wiped out to care. "Vibranium problems. There's a delay."

"Aw, fuck that noise," probably-Kim drops down on the bench to his right. He makes an exaggerated double-take when he notices Robbie’s bad eye. "Dang, did Brooks get you in the face?"

"Accident," he shrugs.

"Make sure you see Nurse Carter, get some drops for that shit," Guerro cranes his neck to take a better look. "It's too fucking damp here, everything takes forever to heal up."

It's... nice. It's nice to have people talk to him rather than at and over him, and use a language he can mostly understand - there's some Cantonese inserts he's still getting his head around. Guerro and his friends tease him for being too-brain dead to remember the way to the barracks and express jealousy that he gets to bunk with the civilians. There's the tiny, irritating sliver wedged between his ribs that bristles at being the new kid again - always - but Robbie is truly too exhausted to pay it any mind.

Besides, comes a thought, if anyone around here is going to make ranger, it's you.

***

(Thanking @cicada-candy and @rokhal for the Spector idea. Also @wazzappp for help with the science magic bc let's be real in my hands that's the best we can hope for 😌😅)

#Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU #robbie reyes #amadeus cho #Oh look it's Guerro #He doesn't have a reason to hate Robbie yet! I'm sure they will become great friends #Augh that whole scene did not want to come out AT ALL

[jse-dnd-au]

The JSE D&D AU Pantheon

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The Ever-Gazing One

Other names: The Ever-Gaze, The World's Visage

At the dawn of the ages over this realm, there was only The Ever-Gazing One. It was he who began the forward march of time, the outward flow of space, and the rise of life from the ground. The first races of this realm were naturally peace-loving– even those races with the innate forces of chaos and evil in their blood had their place, for everybody was seen as having value to the Ever-Gaze.

Over time, some began to question the Ever-Gazing One. They wondered how their creator could possibly understand the struggles of mortality from his pedestal in the beyond.

In response, the Ever-Gaze created five more deities to rule alongside himself– the Champion, the Magnificent, the Lifebringer, the Sharpshooter, and the Wayfarer– and imbued each one with the power of being able to walk among the mortals so that they, too, could understand their strife and be divine messengers.

However, this did not please everybody. Some of the folk who had originally questioned the Ever-Gazing One were not satisfied, and thus placed their faith elsewhere. Their collective will created That Which Observes, an opposite entity to the Ever-Gaze who promised them power in thanks for bringing it to life…

Cleric Divine Domains: Life, Light, Order Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of Devotion, Oath of Redemption, Oath of the Watchers Warlock pacts that would suit this deity: The Celestial

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That Which Observes

Other names: The Corrupting Blade, The Master of Puppets

Those who had turned from the Ever-Gazing One placed their faith in a new deity of their own creation, which they called That Which Observes. They pictured this entity as an opposite to the Ever-Gaze; where the first had light, the other darkness– and where the first had weakness, the other, immense power. Followers of That Which Observes claim they have prophetic dreams that would seem like nightmares to common folk– but instead of fear, they embrace their own strength and the strength of their new god.

Interpretations of That Which Observes vary as widely as the power it is said to wield. As eras have passed, the tale of its creation has been morphed to fit various definitions; over time, this anti-deity has gone from being a fiend to a ghost to a mere feeling and back again. But one thing remains consistent in all the tales: That Which Observes is a master of the shortblade, it being a weapon of mass corruption able to strike down even the gods themselves…

Cleric Divine Domains: Death, Trickery Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of Conquest, Oath of Vengeance Warlock Pacts that would suit this deity: The Fiend, The Great Old One, The Hexblade, The Undead

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The Champion

Other names: The Hero, The Mighty Fist of Justice

The Champion was the eldest of the five deities that the Ever-Gazing One manifested for his people. He was known to lean towards methods of chaos, but also goodness and light; he wouldn't stand for tyranny of any kind, and ventures created in his name were often emboldened by his blessing, so long as they met with his approval.

Soldiers would regularly invoke the Champion's name during times of war against dark forces, such as those who followed That Which Observes. In tales of ages past, he was known as the Ever-Gaze's right hand, and the one who would strike down the forces of darkness and injustice…

Cleric Divine Domains: Forge, Light, Tempest, War Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of Glory, Oath of the Watchers Warlock Pacts that would suit this deity: None

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The Magnificent

Other names: The Arcane Artist, The Phoenix

The second eldest of the Ever-Gaze's deity-creations, the Magnificent has long been known to be a patron of magic as well as the arts. In every interaction with the other gods, he left his mark with a certain flourish and grace, and in many depictions, he is shown as having a cape made of the entire night sky and dancing around all of existence in a single day. Because of this, the christening of many theatres, museums, and places of magical study begins with a ceremony in the name of the Magnificent.

Despite being overally benevolent, not all folk followed the Magnificent, or believed he had good intentions. These people claimed that those who followed this deity were often led astray into darkness, never to return– and this belief was not entirely unfounded. Many who invoked the Magnificent did so in the name of curiosity for the arcane, which often drew people to the shadows, and often into the sight of That Which Observes...

Cleric Divine Domains: Arcana, Twilight Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of the Ancients Warlock Pacts that would suit this deity: The Archfey

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The Lifebringer

Other names: The Giving Hand, The Judge

As neither the eldest nor the youngest of the Ever-Gaze's creations, the Lifebringer was often shown and spoken of as having a strange duality. For every person who believed him to be benevolent and merciful, there was another who saw him as ruthless and unforgiving. As a result of this, there are clerics of equal numbers on either side of this dichotomy– and the Lifebringer makes no claims to having one be truer than the other. Regardless, whether the mortals welcomed a new life into their world or lost a loved one, they would invoke the name of the Lifebringer, either to ensure a long and prosperous life or to pray that the afterlife would be welcoming to them.

Despite all of his spiritual implications, many artificers and apothecaries would call upon the Lifebringer to bless their latest studies or patients, for he was also a patron of creation and the sciences. As a result, several places of higher learning would hold special events in his name to ask for his blessing of the educational year.

Cleric Divine Domains: Light, Life, Grave Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of Redemption Warlock Pacts that would suit this deity: None

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The Sharpshooter

Other names: The Marksman, He Who Sees True

The second youngest of those the Ever-Gazing One created to rule alongside himself, the Sharpshooter was both the patron of familial ties and of bonds of friendship. As groups of adventurers would set out for the first time, many would pray to the Sharpshooter for his blessing over the party and their growth together. Beyond that, he was also the deity known to be a guardian of nature and patron of the hunt; whenever his faithful would successfully bring home their next meal, they gave thanks to the Sharpshooter for its life.

As this deity was naturally good-aligned, many would also invoke his name in a plea for luck and good fortune. Popular sayings for those who would do this would often bid the recipient "the true aim of the Sharpshooter", so that they might get the most favorable result.

Cleric Divine Domains: Life, Nature, Peace Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of the Ancients, Oath of Redemption Warlock Pacts that would suit this deity: None

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The Wayfarer

Other names: The Traveler, The Hand of Fate

The Wayfarer was the youngest of the deities of the Ever-Gaze, but was still given a task that proved to be of great importance; he was to keep watch over time itself, and to make sure that everything which had a beginning also earned its rightful end. Matters of diplomacy often began with the invocation of the Wayfarer so that he might bless both parties with lasting peace.

His position over time itself left him with an overally neutral outlook; while he leaned more towards goodness in his actions, he understood that sometimes evil was necessary to bring it about. This caused a lot of people to question those of his faith of how they could be so certain of future events, and even led to some falsely claiming that they could call upon the Wayfarer's own power over fate in order to perform the impossible– but true clerics of the deity knew better than to meddle with things beyond their control; everything would sort itself out with time, after all.

Cleric Divine Domains: Knowledge, Order Paladin Oaths that would suit this deity: Oath of the Watchers Warlock Pacts that would suit this deity: None

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#jse d&d au #pantheon #dungeons and dragons #jse community #rogue writes

[10holmes]

Thanks for the fanfic ask game qs, now it's your turn! :D

I hope these aren't too many qs, but I'd love to know your thoughts:

C, K, M, S, T, V, Y

Thank you :)

Yay! Thanks so much for asking! So excited to answer these questions 😍🙏🏼🎉

The full (very long - sorry!) answer to be found below the cut! 😁

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oooh that's a tricky question... I think I can't boil it down to just one character but a blend of characters? I think the characters I tend to stan and ship are a good indicator bc I usually fixate most on ships and characters that somehow speak to me or that I relate to.

For example with XueXiao, I really identify with Xiao Xingchen in the way that he is kind and helpful to others and follows this ideal of wanting to make the world a better place and leaving the mountain for that, aka a place he could stay placid and content in, to instead do something about the injustices he knows about in the "real world", even if that means facing hardships and pain and struggles.

As for Xue Yang, I really relate to him and see him as my deepest darkest side if I could throw my morality over board. I am someone who whole-heartedly proclaims "eat the rich" and means it, so if I was any more like Xue Yang in the way not to give a fuck, I'd also just kill the people that hurt me or others and go unhinged... 😅🙈 Slight difference between us being I would not kill indiscriminately and for the fun of it or for the slightest offense but really only target corrupt rich people and super capitalists and fascists that have it coming for them 🤭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I really don't want to spoil anything, but it has to do with an alternative chapter / ending I came up with for my LiuJiu A/B/O fic. I love happy endings as much as the next fanfic reader but sometimes I just want to make myself and others hurt. And this one will hopefully make my readers scream.

Also there's a XueXiao reincarnation fic WIP I can't wait to post. It's nearly finished and I wrote it while listening to Tom Odell's "Another Love" on repeat - which should give you enough of a vibe to imagine the angst level of this fic. I'll just say this much: unrequited love 🤭👍🏼

Sorry I can't be more specific but I really don't want to spoil anything more😅🙈

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd like to share?

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know that phrasing or maybe it's a native speaker thing but I had to google what this meant first and hope Google got it right 😅🤣

My WIP file is massive... To give you a glimpse: Next to the ones mentioned above I've also started:

- an angsty post-canon Beefleaf fic, where SQX is haunted by a hanging ghost and made to kill herself but HX intervenes and they start their journey of reconciling, don't know if I'll ever finish it...

- a VegasPete vampire / vampire hunter AU based on a Tumblr prompt and gif-set post but I'll very likely never continue that...

- a LiuJiu AU where SJ is present during the events of SVSSS and LQQ knows SY is an imposter and now tries to bring back SJ into his former body. This has angst and hurt written into every line. Sadly it's merely all in my head...

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Enemies to Lovers always hits! It's my jam!

Also the angstier the merrier! Hit me with the feels, the pain, the hurt, the agony! Doesn't even have to have a happy ending, I'm a sucker for being emotionally destroyed and also emotionally destroying my readers (though I tend to give them a happy ending at least) 😈🤣👍🏼

And, like you, omegaverse is my guilty pleasure - the smuttier the better 😏

And speaking of guilty pleasures I also have to say monster-fuck AUs are on the menu as well... There have been some really good SongXueXiao ones, I've read. Didn't know that was something I'd ever be into - my 14 year old self would probably be appalled. But here we are 🤣🤣

Soulmate and Fated Pair AUs are something I like to dig into as well.

And I'm also really into mermaid AUs. Especially when one is human and the fic gives off The Little Mermaid vibes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I don't know why but any modern day AUs especially High School AUs... I just can't read it. The most I will do is mob boss / mafia or reincarnation where they slowly uncover their past, but if canon events are set in modern times/contexts I don't really like it for some reason 😅

But I'm actually quite open to a lot of fics and it's mostly not the tropes I can't stand but characterisation or writing style 😅🙈

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fanfic out there (not you own) which would it be?

Bruh... What a difficult question... I haven't ever thought about writing continuations or pre-quels for existing fic as I love them the way they are and mostly just in between imagine possible canon-divergences if the characters had made different choices...

But I guess, from the top of my head, I'd like to write a sequel to "Mark of Jasmine" to give LiuJiu an alternative or reincarnation happy ending because they've really been played in that one... 🙈😅

Y: A character you want to protect?

So many. All my little blorbos and meow meows. On the top of that list - obviously - Xue Yang. But I'd also step in front of my best bois Loki and Shen Jiu to shield them. They deserve so much better 💕😭

Now thanks again for the ask and for reading this long-ass reply, it was my pleasure 🤣

#fic ask game #interesting questions #thanks for the ask #10holmes musings

[pezboisworld]

Gothic Romance AU

Since my first viewing of Holes (2003) I felt it was a missed opportunity for a ghost story. On that bus ride to Camp Greenlake Stanley sees the ghost of Sam the onion man, and from there I've been desperate to have the ghost rown of Green Lake explored to its full potential.

This would feed my curiousity for Sam as a character. I'd be able to directly address the injustice he suffered by the town of Green Lake that Holes the book and movie only implied.

The tone could be changed to horror very easily. An original TV spot already had the vibe I'm shooting for.

I plan on focusing more on the Warden and the history of Green Lake. A town suffering from a century of drought right after a lynching that took the schoolhouse with it is already compelling to me. There was surely death that followed behind Sam and the Green Lake Sheriff. A famine would have followed shortly after the drought. Those who couldn't leave were hit the hardest. Then there is the disfunction of the Walker family suffered from being land rich, but money poor.

To relate back to the, "coming home" aspect of things, Stanly could be related to Kissing Kate Barlow on his mother's side. This heritage is implied in the novel. Then, he would only have heard of Green Lake Texas as a town that hardened an outlaw. Only to learn the true horrors of the ghost town.

The song "If Only" by Fiction Plane from the original motion picture soundtrack is also an inspiration for the generational trauma, poetic prose, and general tone.

#Holes 2003 #holes au #holes: reflecting the sun and all that's gone by #kate barlow #stanley yelnats #zanley #hector zeroni x stanley yelnats #my fics #holes gothic au #Youtube #kate x sam

[fromriches-tosin]

second WIP (almost) out of my system

From Shiganshina with Love (ao3)

status: 1/3

ship: Reiner Braun/Jean Kirschtein

what: angst with a happy ending

warnings: canon-typical violence and gore, tortures

summary: Canon Divergence AU – the Cart Titan never comes to his aid, and Reiner is taken hostage after the Battle of Shiganshina.

sneak peek:

The Shiganshina District is an eerie, claustrophobic place – a gray maze of buildings, closely stacked together and penetrated by narrow streets that remind Jean of the poorest areas of Trost where he was forbidden to go as a child. Here, in the outcrop, Wall Maria seems even taller than Rose; more imposing, turning the last bit of the illusion of freedom into dust. No matter where he looks, the Wall is always there, in the periphery of his eye. Like a reminder of what was taken from them. Of what was never theirs to begin with.

Maybe Jean could understand Eren’s obsession with getting out, now. Maybe in Shiganshina the injustice wasn’t elegantly woven into the very fabric of the society, like in his own hometown. Maybe here it was thrown into one’s face each morning like some leftover water.

Somehow, Shiganshina creeps him out even more now, that their enemies are defeated. When there was still the risk of a Titan shifter hiding somewhere in the ruins, Jean was focused on survival. After the battle, the prevailing silence forces him to pay attention to what is left of a once lively town. To notice all those tiny details the nightmares are made of.

Even after all these years, the streets of Shiganshina are still clattered with belongings of those who have long since passed. Trampled toys and shiny trinkets hide between broken tiles, boards and patches of wild grass, catching his eye in the flickering sunlight like some treasure ready for rediscovery. Moldy bones crack under the soles of his boots when he is not careful enough. He’s more than certain he crushed someone’s skull with his heel at some point. When he entered one of the houses while scouting for their enemies, he found a fully set table, ready for dinner. Completely undisturbed by the time that had passed. If it weren’t for the dust covering the dishes, Jean would have expected the owners to come in at any moment.

They should have never set a foot in here.

It’s a ghost town.

And the reason for all of that is sitting right in front of him.

“Reiner… What’s this metal case you had in your left chest pocket?” Hange leans over the mutilated body of their enemy. “Before we chopped off all your limbs, you tried to grab it with all the strength you had left. Suicide pills? Or perhaps a bomb?”

Jean gasps when Mikasa tightens bandages around his arm and chest. Her quiet apology reaches his ears, and now he wants to apologize, too – for being such a baby.

He’s lucky he’s still alive. He’s lucky only one chunk of wood pierced his body just below the shoulder, miraculously missing all of the internal organs. The shoulder itself got dislocated, and now his arm is immobilized to prevent him from reopening the wound with any sudden movements.

Reiner, on the other hand, is a wreck of a man. Hot steam keeps raising from his body in places where his arms and legs used to be. His bared torso and stomach appear to be more or less healed, but his face looks like a skull with some thin skin pulled on it. Hange blindfolded him as an additional percussion and is now looming over him with no compassion whatsoever.

Jean is one of the reasons for Reiner’s sorry state. He might have acted as a decoy during the final attack, but he had been the one to devise the whole plan, even if in the end it was up to Mikasa to finish the job. Jean was too busy eating the debris Reiner had sent flying his way, to be of any use. As per usual.

Despite the fact they just tried to kill each other with no mercy, Jean can’t help, but feel sorry for his enemy now. Something about Reiner being left broken on the ground and unable to sit on his own, forced to lean on the wall of a ruined building, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Something about Connie and Sasha’s tears spilled over their former friend, makes Jean unable to turn his head away. Makes him feel like his own tears are about to be spilled again.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

He knows there was no other way. They had to cut off Reiner’s limbs. They had to make sure he wouldn’t be able to escape or, even worse, shift again. But Jean can’t stop staring at Reiner even though Mikasa is still behind his own back, making sure his bandages are in place. She didn’t run off after Eren after the battle, like he had expected her to, and instead stayed to make sure Jean didn’t bleed out on a sidewalk. That’s the sweetest thing she has ever done for him. In a normal situation he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.

But then Reiner decides to talk:

“A letter.”

“A letter? What kind of letter?” Hange prods further.

“A letter… from Ymir. You have to give it… to Krista.”

Jean’s eyes go wide. He’s still kneeling on the ground, but his heart is beating faster than when he was fighting for his life.

“Only after we’ve inspected it. Now then. I’ve got a mountain of questions for you, but…”

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

“Your lips seem as tight as your armor is hard. Are you going to cooperate and tell us everything that we want to know?”

“No.” There’s a hint of a smile in Reiner’s hoarse voice.

But this is how it is.

“Thanks. It helps that you’re prepared for this.”

In a blink of an eye, Hange’s blade is pressed into Reiner’s throat, and Jean is screaming:

“Wait, please!”

read more: ao3

#reijean #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #reiner braun #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #Reiner x Jean

[gvtted-ratz]

request/idea rules

requests: open

fandoms/characters:

• dc

the ridder/edward nashton (the batman 2022), scarecrow/johnathan crane (mix of arkham night game+injustice 2)

• marvel

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

• slasher fandom

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones(house of wax, lester sinclair (house of wax)

john doe +

john doe

• marble hornets

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

• duskwood (game)

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

there will be blood

eli sunday

that's not my neighbor (game)

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy)

today i'm harvesting you (game)

dante, the collector

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

yes/no:

will not do

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character)

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

can/will do

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• self-harm (to a degree. ask)

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, neogenders/xenogender reader (this includes monster, human, alien, divine etc. readers)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con (more tame/less described) <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

#request #request rules #x reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x gender neutral reader #fanfic request #marvel #dc #marble hornets #duskwood #duskwood game #john doe visual novel #cod mw2 #cod #francis mosses x reader #dr w afton x reader

[ao3feed-undertale1]

A Demon in the Modern World [ Errorink / Errink ]

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54225130 by Yumikokun Ink, a renowned actor who has always harboured dreams of becoming an artist, finds himself entangled with a seductive demon. As their relationship deepens, Ink learns more about his demon companion and eventually falls in love with him. But does this demon truly reciprocate Ink's feelings, or is our protagonist merely being manipulated? What will happen if they both realize they are in love with each other? Only fate holds the answers ... ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ {Information about our main character} | Protagonist | • Name: Ian Mye Bi Comyet • Age: 23 • Nationality: French / Japanese • Birthday: April 15th, 1999 • Zodiac sign: Aries • Height: 4'9" (144.78 cm) • Blood type: O negative | Likes | • Painting • Acting • Exploring new artistic endeavors | Dislikes | • His boss • Conformity • Injustice ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ !! Warning !! This fic contains: • Strong words (Cussing) • Mature content • Mentions of violence • All characters are human, with the inclusion of demons and supernatural elements. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Started: 03/03/2024 Finished: ----- Words: 2286, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Undertale AUs - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Error Sans, Ink Sans, Cross sans, Dream Sans, Nightmare Sans, Sans (Undertale), swap sans Relationships: Errorink, Error/Ink, ErrorxInk - Relationship, Error x Ink Additional Tags: Romance, Fanfiction, Underworld, Demon/Human Relationships, Fantasy, Ghosts, Gay read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54225130

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

[vihola]

Have you ever thought about a what if faction swap au where Merkara is the JC and Relu is the SI?

I have multiple AUs with faction swaps, but not a single one in which Merkara and Relu take each other’s roles in class stories. Now I have to imagine this

Merkara as Jedi Consular: Merkara’s parents escape the Empire while her mother is still pregnant and successfully reach Republic space. They’re outsiders with their strong imperial accent, but they live a quiet life and they’re free. Merkara listens to tragic family stories instead of fairy tales because her mother wants to make sure that she will never take freedom for granted. Barely suppressed rage is her knee-jerk reaction to any injustice because of the weight of generational trauma. When her Force sensitivity becomes too obvious to ignore, her parents willingly send her to the Jedi Order – it’s a safe place for people like her, a chance to finally belong. Merkara cares more about the mysteries of the Force than the fate of the galaxy because the world is horrible and she feels powerless to change it. But then she gets dragged into the class story events and the Noetikons lure her further with the promise of knowledge. Merkara loves knowledge, but she soon learns that she loves positions of power as well. Maybe she can’t change the horrible world, but as the Barsen’thor she can try to bring some justice with her own hands.

Relu as Sith Inquisitor: His parents fail to bring him to the Jedi Order – they get ambushed and killed. Relu becomes a slave at the age of four, and many years later he is sent to compete for his survival on Korriban. He’s definitely not in his right mind and gets progressively more unhinged because having hypersensitivity and spending most of his life surrounded by suffering is an incredibly damaging combination. He’s a feral little man who lashes out because he’s constantly in pain and no one ever taught him how to deal with it. He has no connection to the Kallig bloodline, but that’s not a problem. Lord Kallig’s ghost awakens when he senses Merkara across the galaxy. When Relu finds him in the Dark Temple, Lord Kallig notices that this stranger is exceptionally strong in the Force and decides to offer him a deal: “I will help you gain power, but in exchange you must find my descendant for me.” So Relu will eventually seek Merkara out to fulfill his end of the deal. In the meantime, he’s well on his way to becoming Darth Nox.

#swtor #very tempted to write this ngl #basically it's the most traumatized Relu and the least traumatized Merkara and their interactions should be fun #sith Relu in other AUs is very calm and collected because he grew up with mentors who taught him how to deal with his hypersensitivity #but here he's on his own and he just loses it which would be interesting to explore #also Merkara's parents are alive and well?? wow #swtor oc #merkara #relu #relu/merkara

[solivcgant]

softly sets url here and a puppy

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: yes

Why Did I Follow Them?: bc you cannot separate eiji and yuuna/yuna again (ಡ‸ಡ)

Do We Role Play?: yes, but we can always rp more heh

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: yes, we have so much to explore for your yuuna/yuna cries. i am just.. slow and hoard everything in my drafts. but soon!

An AU Idea For Our Muses: cries. i'm stealing i/doly pride plot. but eiji being able to see yuunas ghost ouo i think it would be angst filled of course. bc eiji finally is ready to go on a revenge quest. and then ghost yuuna is out here like 'no'.

A Song For Our Muses: old with you grentperez bc apparently my playlist said i like PAIN and this lyric makes eiji very sad boi™ bc.. it can't happen cries. so if we ever grow old, i wanna grow with you

Do I Ship Our Muses?: i mean.. it would. be nice.. to give them a happier ending.

What I Think About The Mun: i have been SLACKING on chatting with you ooc. but i blame.. me not wanting to be on discord but also.. still being on discord. cries. but from our old chats and plots, you haven't changed much and you're still very lovely and caring. your excitement for yuuna/yuna and your other muses is very fun to see and i hope you'll be able to write them out more

Overall Opinion: for a character who had maybe eight minutes of screen time, i think you do a great job bringing her to life. rip to us for lack of sources to use for iconing though cries. but its clear that your love for yuuna/yuna is very strong and you just want to make sure she finds some happiness after that INJUSTICE.

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 1∞

#idolgifted #ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ | answered #[ i can hear the 'eeeeeh you listen to 英語音楽' heh

[spiritofcamelot]

Shady hacker!Q

@notesofbergamot prompted this fun AU. It was fun to write once I got on a roll. I don’t know, there’s a chance I would expand on this next year.

It hadn’t been his plan. Then again, he’s not sure who plans to be a hacker on the run from the law. Wel, maybe not on the run. But certainly hiding in the shadows of legality. 

But then he went to university. And he learned from his professors all the systems in play around the world and how to build them. He learned from his classmates in the dead of night how to break them. 

They say when you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail. 

Every digital system became a challenge. He graduated top of his class, and was awarded a prize fellowship at GCHQ. He took the money and kept his head down. He learned from those with more experience with him, and got promoted up too high. 

Suddenly he was expected to manage people, to manage a budget, and to make decisions. That wasn’t him. Not to mention, the more he learned about the government, the less he wanted to help. So he vanished. He erased his digital presence and moved to a small flat in London. 

He was a ghost. A poltergeist. Systems collapsed. Records were revealed. CCTV footage was posted on youtube and the site wasn’t even able to take it down. 

For a while, he just took out his frustration on anyone and everyone, exposing injustice. But, that got old. He set up a fellowship. The Mercury Foundation. He didn’t directly connect the hacking he did to this fellowship, but among the other grey hats, he had already been known as Merc and the amounts lined up. Besides, his foundation kept helping young students who were interested in computer science and were otherwise disadvantaged by the powers that be. 

Once, he was nearly caught. He’d had so many things going on at once that he didn’t notice MI5 had hired a new department head who was much better than their predecessor. He might’ve gotten caught, if he hadn’t gotten a warning message. Go dark for 5 days.

The agent who flirted with him at the local bar and got himself invited back to Q’s flat was fooled by his performance. After all, no self respecting hacker would have an Alexa front and centre in their home and their wifi password in a frame on the kitchen counter.

Thanks for sending someone who knows how to have fun. He sent a message back after he finished moving everything into another one of his back up locations and beginning the process of turning his old flat into student housing. 

Anytime. If you want some on a more permanent basis, check your six.

#007 Fest 2022 #TeamQBranch #QB-J8

[hyaciiintho]

what if old man link..... had an angry ghost au

Send me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU | ✿

🌸｡*ﾟ+. You know what, I used to have a ghost AU for Time, and I think it would better suit First so much better, so let's make some adjustments here and there and--

Link Löwe was a soul taken too soon, having fallen ill at a young age before, inevitably, passing away from his illness. Tuberculosis was a terrible thing for his time, after all. At least, that was what the doctor had said to be the cause. The timing couldn't have been worse, though when it comes to suddenly dying, when was there a right time?

Link was fighting tooth and nail for he and his sister's right of inheritance to their father's estate. Unfortunately, with him out of the way, and many a loophole available to leap through, the inheritance unfortunately went towards their father's latest wife.

What the doctors didn't divulge was the true cause of Link's passing: Poison.

Clinging to the earth with every bit of his will, having to watch his sister be kicked out house and home, and learning the true cruelty behind his downfall, Link's spirit grew angry and restless. Ensuring his wrath was felt from beyond the grave, it wasn't long before the luxurious manor was deemed condemned, the reasoning for on paper labeling it an unsafe structure.

With the manor now abandoned, Link remains alone, successful in winning over what had been rightfully his-- and his sister's. Unfortunately, she wouldn't live to enjoy the empty home, leaving the spirit feeling bitter and angrier at the injustice of it all. With her having not joined him in the afterlife, there wasn't even a reunion to look forward too.

Too angry to rest, Link still remains haunting the old estate, chasing away any other living person from his property, should they dare attempt at claiming it. The estate had a reputation of being impossible to sell, left to rot and decay over witness's accounts of it being haunted by the devil himself. Convinced he would eternally remain alone in the estate, Link found himself growing lax over the years, gradually feeling himself calm and, perhaps, find himself crossing over soon enough.

Until one day he saw a bright, tricolored sign with the words SOLD written in big, bold letters.

And that familiar rage burned within his hollow chest once more.

#AU | GHOST 🌸 First Hero #tw death #tw death mention #tw murder #//???? How many warnings do I gotta put up in herrrr-- LOL but!!!! Yes~ In Time's thing he had died from Tuberculosis but he was a kind #and gentle soul... First???? c': Not so much LMAO he an angy spirit. But!! Maybe with the right person buying the estate!! #He may soften up and be a good ghostie... MAYBE... he's got almost a century's worth of baggage though be patient LOL// #🌸｡*ﾟ+. QUEUE #boxofcharacters

[redadm1ral-moved]

Thinking about how I wanna approach Apoptosis (for new ppl, Apoptosis is a COD AU in which Price is a detective hunting down a serial killer, and Soap, Ghost, and Roach are civvies running an investigation on the streets). I didn't know how I wanted to tackle this project when I came up with it in 2017/18 (I think) but I have a better idea now.

I intend on going all in on the cops being absolutely fucking useless and obstructing justice, whether through laziness, ignorance, or malice, and how a completely rotten system lets people like Makarov/the Viper get away with their crimes for so long. And this injustice is tangled in Price's character arc—he became a cop because he wanted, naively, to fight that injustice from the inside, and now he's a Detective Sergeant and he still can't. I also really want to touch on the civilian side of the story, the community action that Soap, Ghost, and Roach take part in (and have a hand in accelerating—which might or might not put targets on their backs), and the efforts of vulnerable communities to protect each other and find justice where the system withholds it. And also themes around the modern true crime community and the current day culture (pop and otherwise) and attitudes surrounding killers like the Viper idk idk I think later I'll have more intelligent things to say on the topic.

#I don't word good in my meta posts but I'm a good writer trust me bro #call of duty #au: apoptosis #tag later (revamping tags)

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tagged by @kiwikipedia and @inquisitorius-sin-bin (thank yall <3)

Rules: Write the latest line from each of your wips (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are wips you are working on.

The aftermath could always be worse.

“darrviolence <3” — Darrash taking out a small problem of the Empire, the way he did would on Hutta. (He’s on Nar Shaddaa; it’s more than justified.) Kaliyo ….. is afraid for her life. And for once I wrote a LOT

it really isn’t that hard, not as hard as SOME people made it seem (ahem, thanaton)

“instigator ghosts” / “Instigation” — Yechnically the LAST line is just my copy-pasted Whumptober prompt I planned but never filled. But the last one I specifically wrote was just shit-talking Thanaton. imagine being named Teneb Kel. Rukota my love,,,,,, this is Kem’s influence I swear.

Hunter has no true name.

They have always been known as Hunter, and always will be.

“Righteous Violence” — basically my obligatory everything-went-so-wrong au. everything went LEFT. i haven’t written any of it yet but hoowee,,,,,, i’m excited to see how fucked up it gets

When he woke up, a young Dathomirian Zabrak was sitting beside him in the grasses and offered him a sealed container of water - he learned their name was Klaprika Vranai, and they too were a runaway from the Sith Academy.

“The Balmorran Change of Heart” — Balmorra has asserted herself as the planet I’ve become obsessed w in the most painstaking way, so naturally I had to bring back the World Story conglomerate fic about what the Imps and Reps get up to. Something something first and last taste of war, something something indiscrimination of violence, blah blah blah. This part was about my baby Ffon <3

Upon being informed that Darrash was the new Commander and he was to become a Lieutenant, the Rattataki shorted out a circuit breaker in glee.

“Acknowledged & Understood.” Darrash’s lovely canon (mine) storyline, this part specifically being where he claws his way back from hell and finds the Alliance, where Eikutyr (SW) and Anas (JK) eventually hand the reins to him - much to the dismay of Dilieth (JC). But Rukota (SI) is more than gleeful about it.

No, that wasn’t good enough; he needed his hands clasped together.

“dont put nealev in charge” / MOFF HUNTING SEASONNNNNNN this is the part where Darrash once again decides that violence IS the answer against grave injustices not only against himself but also the Empire. Darrash loves it when Moffs step out of live because he loves hunting them for sport.

I think that’s all my wips that I intend to work on rn or else I’d be here for weeks UM . Six tags….. @kemendin @calamity-aims @chiafett @purgetrooperfox @spaceydragons @ermakeys :)

#cheeri was tagged here #cheeri is literate #cheeri ocs #i need a swtor tag #dont mind me starting up new tags tho #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev] #oc tag | [rukota] #oc tag | [ffon althe] #oc tag | [vranai] #oc tag | [dilieth] #oc tag | [anas tigra] #oc tag | [eikutyr]