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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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Little Sister P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Requests (Like seriously so so many requests for this) Pleaseeee make a part two of Little Sister!!! Can we request part 2s? Because I would love a part 2 for little sister. I really loved the first part! 💕 OMGGG PART 2 I LOOVVE IT SOOO MUCCHHH ❤️❤️❤️ Please do a part 2 Please do a part two omg I can't believe it is she gonna die?... Continue please Wait no. This needs a part 2 Part 2?! I need part two of this 💗 Part 2 🥺🙏 pleaseee omgg this is so good! part 2 pls

I stood in her little hospital room, I admit doing my best to be professional given her cute little green dress. She looked so cute even if it was clear she was worried so I did my best to keep her comfortable even if Samus wasn't helping as he loomed in the corner as I examined her over her clothes as Samus wouldn't let me examine her without them and asked her questions most of which made her blush but I kept reassuring her it was merely for medical purposes. I have been researching constantly since Samus told me her symptoms and unfortunately, I think my theory is correct.

"Enough." Samus snapped as I had been listening to her back,

"Samus. I get your protective. but I am a doctor." I snapped back at him, "Let. me. Work."

"Samus, please Just let Jack work." She spoke up,

"Ten minutes not a second more." He glared leaving the room and waiting outside,

"Thank you for that."

"You're welcome, I imagine working with an audience is not enjoyable."

"Ohh he's nothing I do amputations with a crowd of twenty hovering over me."

"Oh goodness, must be uncomfortable."

"It can be, I rather like it. Let's me add a little showmanship."

She giggled, "I imagine so," she nodded, "So? anything?"

"...while we have time, take your dress off."

"Doctor Dawkins... I-" she gasped,

"Please, I need to examine you without your dress and you know Samus isn't going to let that happen."

"Yes... of course," she blushed slowly peeling off her dress, and I did my best not to... look but, fuck I wanna look, the moment I saw skin I bit my lip and did my best to savour the sight forever, just the mere sight of her bare shoulders and corset was enough to rattle me more than any woman I had ever met, I didn't want to waste time doing my best to examine her as best I could and I got my answer,

"Okay, Alright, you uhhh you can put your dress back now," I told her,

She nodded, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"I do. Yeah."

"Does it have a name?

"It does... familial adenomatous polyposis"

"Translation? Please?"

"It's an inherited condition likely came somewhere in the family tree, you get build up in your stomach and colon one tumour turns bad and... it kills you." I explained, "It's a marvel Samus didn't get it too."

"... Am I going to die? Like my mother?" She asked the fear in her voice as she spoke,

I didn't know how to answer her, but I moved closer set one hand on her hip and the other on the bed, I brought my face to her shoulder close enough I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, I pressed my lips to the bare skin of her shoulder giving her a long and tender kiss, I inhaled her sweet lavender and toffee scent for a moment, I felt her jump in shock at the surprise of the kiss and in the corner of my eye I saw her smile. When I had strength I pulled my lips away giving a short kiss to the exact same spot before I rested my chin there,

"You will, if you don't have surgery," I told her,

Her fear washed over her tears welling up in her eyes, "difficult surgery?"

"It will require a very intensive abdominal surgery."

"Can you do it?" she asked turning to face me,

for a moment I didn't answer, "That's just what I'm worried about..."

"if you can, is it worth the risk?"

"It's worth it. a thousand times over it's worth it. If you allow me to do this... I can fix you. You won't have to worry about this ever again,"

"Or... I die like my mother, suddenly without warning."

"Y/n. I'm a doctor, you can't just expect me to let you go without treatment." I told her, "I know your scared, I know it seems impossible, but I swear you can live a normal life."

"And if the surgery goes wrong? and I die anyway?"

"Then I'll never forgive myself."

"I... I don't know Jack, I honestly don't know."

"do you not trust me?"

"I... I do. I trust you as much as I trust my own brother Jack," She answered, "I just..."

"Y/n. Believe me I will take the best utmost care of you I possibly can, give you the best room, the best tools, the best care I can."

"why would you do that for me?"

"... Becuase... I care about you y/n." I told her, "Not just because you're Samus' sister, but... Becuase I like you."

she seemed taken aback by my words, "Y-You do?" she asked her smile cracking across her face with such endless joy, "I- I do too!"

"You do! You mean it?"

she nodded nearly crying

"Ohh my sweet little thing," I cooed stroking her face,

"I'm in love with you Jack,"

"I... I love you too, I- I have to be honest with you Y/n I did uhh I did tell Samus how I feel about you."

She giggled, "I take it that's part of why he won't let us be alone?"

"It is,"

"I told him how I felt about you too,"

"Yeah, then that's definitely why he won't let us be alone." I chuckled, "He said... if I could fix you, He'd let me marry you. Is- Is that something you'd want?"

"More than anything Jack,"

"Then will you let operate? So we can get married?" I asked taking her hand

"I will, I trust you." she nodded squeezing my hand back,

"Alright, I'll get you the best room sorted."

She smiled and fixed her dress just in time before Samus returned.

I sat in the chair admittedly nervous but I just wanted it all to be over,

"You sure you wanna go through with this?" Samus asked,

"I'm sure," I nodded,

"Alright, he kills you I-"

"I know Samus. I know."

"You know what will happen if he messes up."

"I do. But I also know what will happen if he doesn't," I explained, "and I'm willing to risk it."

"You really love him that much."

"I do,"

"Alright," he nodded,

"You ready?" Jack asked as he came to fetch me,

"I am," I nodded,

"Alright, come on sweetheart. let's get you cosy," he said happily patting my hand and starting to move the chair taking me into the theatre where everything set up for the surgery Samus followed of course looming, Jack helped me up onto the table and got me settled, "You alright?"

"Yeah, scared."

"It's okay, it's alright to be stated. I'm gonna take care of you, don't you worry about a thing." he said, "When you wake up in that cosy bed, I'll be there to hold your hand I promise. And it'll all be over." he explained holding my hand, "Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded,

He smiled and fixed my hair from my eye, I did my best not to be scared but I was being buckled to an operating table not exactly the most relaxing of situations, Jack noticed my fear and he smiled warmly "Come here you," He cooed stroking my cheek and giving my lips a sweet kiss, I blushed hard and kissed back fireworks going off in my mind as we kissed I never wanted our kiss to end.

"Hey! You're not married yet!" Samus argued, "Back off my little sister Jack."

I sighed as Jack pulled away, "Samus, you're my big brother and I love you, but fuck off." I told him, "I'm a twenty-year-old woman I can do what I want."

"Fine." He pouted,

"Ohhh, feisty girly," Jack smirked a moment, "Now, just breathe gently for me and I promise this will all be over soon."

I nodded and took gentle and slow breaths, slowly breathing in the anaesthetic until my vision faded.

I slowly opened my eyes seeing the ceiling of the hospital room, the bed around me soft and cosy with blankets and sheets, my body hurt at a level of pain I did not comprehend and a hand in my own. I looked over and saw Jack holding my hand asleep in the chair. I smiled and for a while just watched him sleep clearly exhausted but I squeezed his hand a few times which woke him up, he opened his eyes and smiled as he saw me,

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Like you cut open my stomach and made butter in my organs."

"I mean... that's not that far off from what I did actually." he chuckled, "But it's all good, all done your all better."

"I am?"

"Yeah, you need a while to rest and recover but after that, you'll be fine." he smiled kissing my hand,

"Thank you, Jack,"

"My pleasure, really. I'm happy you're okay." he smiled, "And... now you're all fixed?"

"I take it Samus is pouting?"

"No, he's warming up slowly. I think he just doesn't wanna admit how happy he is you're okay." he explained, "And how excited he is to have me as a brother-in-law."

I giggled, "Yeah I Imagine he is,"

"But I'm even happier you're okay, and even more excited, to have Samus as a brother-in-law, and you as my wife."

"I'm excited to have you as muy husband too Jack." I smiled,

"You're too sweet," he cooed,

"I don't know how I'll ever repay you for this,"

"You don't need to, I couldn't let the woman I love suffer could I?"

"No, I suppose. But I will be making you lots of cookies when I'm better."

"Oooh... I mean, you don't need to. But... I will be thrilled to receive them you do."

"That's a deal, cookies for my sweet husband who fixed me."

"Awww, I can't wait till you're all rested."

"Me too." I nodded,

"Did you want anything? another blanket? pillow? open a window? anything at all?"

"I have one request, Jack?"

"Oh? and what's that?"

"Could I have a kiss?" I smiled,

He chuckled, "You can have as many kisses as you want sweetheart," he cooed happily giving my lips a sweet soft kiss.

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falling-skyzz · 3 months

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How. How does one make good character design and pleasant color palettes. How to make a color palette without reusing colors. How to make patterns or designs?? 😭🙏

cracks knuckles. you see theres but one trick i reuse over and over.

✨color theory✨

(well, at least i think it is. i never learned this stuff properly, so i dont have names for these things)

its gonna get a little long so ill put all of this below the cut, but tldr be aware of certain color combos relating to their positions on the color wheel + remember scales (??? they prob arent actually called that erm) + fuck it we ball with markings

OKAY SO im typing this at 1:21 am on my phone and my right eye is hurting so pls forgive any typos and mistakes, and if i sound like i know my stuff but i dont PLEASE point it out to me so i can correct myself ;;;;

first of all, color combos. yes, all the stuff u learned in grade 5 art class actually works.

take a look at this bad boy. (i use autodesk sketchbook to draw, not ibispaint, but its the same on both programs)

color combos are always relationships between any given color with other colors based on their positions on the ring around the diamond.

for example, complementary colors are always opposite each other on the ring.

i use this for opah (my oc)’s design, with her dark blue-green and orange.

(as far as i know color combos dont care about the diamond in the middle, just the ring, so the actual colors themselves are pretty flexible)

(bonus auklet)

theres a lot of other combos besides complementary but you can research that urself, ill just provide an example if i have one of the most common ones

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triadic

ermm i actually dont use this one very much so im just gonna put a hilda (which is an AWESOME show that has INSANE color theory)

(this isnt technically triadic but its the best example i have and vaguely in a triangle trio formation okay…….)

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analogous

this is my FAVORITE combo ever, because it lets me stay in the strict wof tribe color range while still being interesting. honestly u could take any design of mine and 99% chance theres analogous in there

if u wanna know more combos just google color theory schemes, theres more than i could ever remember and i dont really bother to use them all; for wof, i usually just stick with analogous and complementary.

uhm i dont know if tumblr has a word limit but i dont wanna make this too long so i shall reblog with part 2 soon !!!!!! (if u dont hear from me in the next hour i fell asleep)

#tumbly stop eating my fucking drafts challenge impossible #i have so much to say about color theory #i did not check this over so if u see any mistakes #reblog or comment nd point them out plssss thank u #ava rambles #ava askbox

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space-phonetic0 · 1 month

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“I wish it was me who died that night!” Dick screams. His face tilted toward the pouring thundering sky.

Dick and Bruce had just had a particularly bad fight. Ending in Dick fleeing the cave and running as far as he could. Jumping and twisting over buildings desperate to get away. He's thinks to himself maybe if I would have died instead of Jason, Bruce would care, would love me.

A blinding white light fills his vision. And the world goes silent.

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Cold fire flows through his veins. There is a wet pressure surrounding him. He opens his mouth in an attempt to draw in air. Swallowing a strange luqid that burns his throat.

Opening his eyes he sees greens water. Above him, below him, to the sides. Uncertain of which way is up or down. Dick starts swimming as hard as he can. Desperately hoping that the direction he chose was the correct one. His lungs burned with the need for air.

After swimming for what felt like eternity. And on the verge of suffocating. Dicks head shot out of the water. Coughing and spiting out the blazing green liquid. Through his blurry vision a woman grabbed his shoulder. Pulling him to shore

Dicks mind was in a daze. His whole body numb. A multitude of thoughts and feelings were swirling around his brain. How did I get here? What happened?

“……Bruce” Dick weakly calls. "Shhh my beloved's son. You are alright. You are safe." He freezes. That's Talia's voice. What? Overcome with exhaustion Dick passes out.

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Groaning Dick starts to wake up. Burying his head into the pillow. Dick sighs, it was a dream thank god. Lifting his head. Dick realizes that the room is all wrong.

Springing to his feet. Dick swings his head wildly back and forth. Oh God, Oh God! It was a dream! It was supposed to be just a dream! How could this be possible?

Ok ok DON’T panic. Keep calm. There has to be a rational explanation for this. Whatever this is.

Ok think. What was the last thing that I remember doing?

I was on my way back to Bludhaven. Because of a fight I had with Bruce. And I wished that I had died instead of Jason. But... that can't be possible can it? A wish can't change something. Unless....... someone had heard me and they were powerful enough to do such a thing. But what sort of power would be capable of such a thing?

Even if that was the case. That I had switched places with Jason. Jason is dead so I should be dead now. Am I a ghost? Dick rubbed his body with his Hands. Feeling that he was solid. He moved onto another theory. One that said he was in hell. But that would require someone to have killed me.

Brushing off the idea. Dick began to exam the room. There was a nightstand to the left of the bed. A rather big floor to ceiling window with the curtains tied back. Letting the morning sunlight stream in. A chest of drawers was opposite of the bed.

Turning his head fully around the room. Dick observed that there was nothing else but a shaggy carpet in the room. Alright, calm down breath deep. You can figure out what happened. You can handle this. You're not weak. You're not immature. Create a plan. Follow that plan.

#Dick Grayson dies instead of Jason Todd #Dick Grayson is Nightwing #Jason Todd is the second Robin #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Robin #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Pit mad Dick Grayson #Lazarus pit #Dick Grayson lazarus pit #Dick Grayson wishes he'd have died instead #His wish is granted

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givemeanaccountalready · 3 months

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A Who-Swung-It Mystery: The Case of the Switch-Hitter (2/3)

1 / 2 / 3

Another fun fact before the cut, did you know that the term sinister, meaning evil or lurking danger, comes from the Latin term sinister, meaning of the left side? Its antonym, dexter, means on the right side.

Just the warning one more time: despite the humorous title, I want to be serious for a second. I am not a licensed psychologist/psychiatrist/licensed social worker/etc., and I am certainly not an expert on dissociative identity disorder (DID). My knowledge of this disorder comes from the research I have done to try and understand it. I am trying to be as respectful as possible towards the subject matter, and I sincerely apologize if I show a lack of understanding and will do my best to correct it. Any mention of DID is more focused on switching since we haven't got a clue as to how Mikoto developed DID, and the how isn't really important to the murder itself.

Again, I apologize for the length. Building a case against Mikoto has been a proper pain in my ass because of the constant misdirection from John. If you missed it, I argued that based on the behavior shown by Mikoto and John, I believe that Mikoto is the killer and John is attempting to shield him by taking full responsibility. John's acts of erasing what Mikoto has done led him to believe that his murder of the blond, young man seen in MeMe was just a bad dream. I also drew a connection between Mikoto and John and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I just find it fascinating that John is depicted as the Hyde to Mikoto's Jekyll, but instead of wreaking destruction, John provides Mikoto with protection by playing into the evil alter trope and claiming he had been the one to kill. I also talked about switch-hitting and why batting left, despite being naturally right-handed, is something Mikoto would do, not John.

If you'd like to start violently shaking me again, feel free!

One or Two: How Many Alters are There?

Ultimately, my theory hinges on the belief that it is just Mikoto and John. Initially, I believed that there was only Mikoto and another personality (the dual personalities, collectively called Bokuto and Orekoto until Neoplasm). Then, after seeing some really good Trikoto arguments (Aokoto, Akakoto, Midorikoto) that justified it with the existence of a third personality, I started believing it too. Now, I'm hearing that Yamanaka debunked the Trikoto theories when Double was first released, I'm back to thinking that there are just two personalities: Mikoto and John. Although, I would not be upset if Trikoto was right. Those were some really thorough arguments using lighting, and I ended up looking back at the use of lighting when I was analyzing MeMe.

A huge part of the Trikoto arguments were the use of blue, red, and green lighting throughout MeMe. That is when I noticed something about the red light. While red light overwhelms the mental mindscape whenever John appears, the use of red light in the physical world is rather minimal and only used twice. Both times that it is used the physical world, it involves the victim's point of view (the left-handed swing and the implied burial), and the red light is a small amount reflected off of Mikoto's eyes.

MeMe's Use of the Mental and Physical World

In MeMe, we can very clearly see the difference between the physical world and Mikoto's mindscape. There are no moving parts to it, and it is isolated to one location. His mindscape is combines the layout of his studio apartment (we can see his couch, coffee table, and TV stand) with the crumbling tile walls that seem to come from his bathroom. The physical world in MeMe depicts various locations, starting with the scene of the crime and ending inside of Mikoto's apartment. We are also shown two scenes where John gets rid of evidence by burying the body (implied by the dirt being tossed over the camera) and throwing out the bloodied clothing in the dumpster (explicitly shown).

The physical world scenes use green-blue tints, and I found that the use of more green lighting than blue or vice versa is subjective to a viewer's definition of which color is more dominant and it is inconsistent, making it difficult to tell who is fronting. Personally, I think it is used to help misdirect the audience because the color of the lighting and the behavior of Mikoto and John are inconsistent.

The mindscape does not have this problem. Not only does it have a stark division between Mikoto and John by using the peaceful blue water to represent Mikoto and the stained water/red blood to represent John, but it also has blue mindscape Mikoto and red mindscape John behave how we expect them to (Mikoto is confused and pleading while John is mocking and menacing). It's pretty clear that the image Yamanaka wanted when we think of John is red = aggression. Perhaps the overkill of red light in the mindscape is to make it clear that John is now fronting and in control, while the minimal use of in the physical world is to highlight how hidden DID can be or how switching can be ignored or written off. In addition to the lighting, I would like you to also take a look at the use of eyes, tarot cards, and right-left dichotomy in MeMe.

At the very beginning of MeMe, there is a red haze over the mindscape and we see who we can presume to be John pick up the camera and smile at the audience. Then it cuts to the two large tarot cards of the Hanged Man (reversed) overlapping the Fool (upright) in the blue mindscape. The reversed Hanged Man is on the right while the upright Fool is on the left. From what I can tell, a reversed Hanged Man seems to mean that a person feels as though they are sacrificing a lot without getting much in return or it is not turning out the way one would expect it should. Knowing what we know about Mikoto's workplace, this might be referring his boss overworking him with unrealistic expectations. It overlaps the upright Fool card, which usually represents new beginnings. This could refer to John's 'birth' but I think it probably represents Mikoto being hired at his company. The stress from the overwhelming work load now overshadows this amazing new opportunity.

We cut to the train tracks to witness the part of the meeting and murder of the blond man. If you look at the area, it’s secluded and dark. It’s not a place where you just take a stroll. Mikoto is waiting for someone. There is no bat, and it looks like Mikoto is loosely holding his phone in his hand. We cannot make out his expression, much less see his eyes. Then we jump forward to the victim’s point of view to see Mikoto ready himself for a left-handed swing. His arms make it hard to see his expression, but we can make out his left eye, which is reflecting red light. During the right-handed overhead swing, implied to be the kill swing, we cannot see Mikoto’s eyes. And, I didn't realize this when I first watched MeMe and Double, but MeMe actually does pose the idea that Mikoto seems to believe that he dreamed of killing a person, something Double insists on. The lyrics during the murder shown in MeMe ask, “How long would this dream go on?”

When Mikoto returns to his apartment, Yamanaka avoids showing us his eyes at first. After taking off his shirt, it looks as though Mikoto is looking back at the audience, but his hair is blocking most of his right eye. We then cut to him on the couch for the "Switch / Shake up that brain" line where we can see his left eye but his bangs hide his right eye completely. Then, we are first transported to the blue, clean water mindscape where his right eye is the one that opens. I think this is the early evidence that we are meant to associate Mikoto with his right side and John with his left, because there is so much left and right action going on in both songs that I'm getting a headache. Back to the couch, Mikoto reaches for a tarot card, and the mindscape world turns dark and has a laid out array of tarot cards overlaid his stacked deck where Mikoto first picks the Devil (upright) tarot card. The upright Devil tarot card usually signifies depression, addiction, or despondency. This could be the stress from being overwhelmed with work. It is supported by the glitchy cut following this, where we see Mikoto come into his apartment late at night and break down into tears.

Again, we cannot see Mikoto's eyes when he disposes of the trash bag and his bloody beanie or when he brushes his teeth (right side of his mouth, actually) while his left cheek is splattered with blood. We have more focus on the left-right split where Mikoto has his left hand beside the bathroom mirror as John looks on in concern. And then we see Mikoto's right (and visibly covered by his sweater sleeve) hand rest beside the mirror as John gives the creepy, menacing smile. Mikoto reels backwards and the Devil tarot card falls into his lap. Coincidentally, John doesn’t appear in the mindscape again until the Devil tarot card falls a second time and hits the water of the mindscape, turning it blood red. It almost seems accidental, with Mikoto watching the tarot card fall to the ground in horror. John stands behind him menacingly, but his eyes are hidden. We don’t yet know his intentions, but with the menacing red light, we are led to believe that they are bad. The Devil tarot card being repeated three times could signal Trikoto, but I think this may just be to establish John's existence before Mikoto got his current job. He has been there, watching Mikoto with concern (first mirror appearance), and then John was proud of being able to intervene with something that had happened, possibly creating the blackmail material (hence the proud smile in his second mirror appearance). Neither mirror appearance is directly preceded by a Devil tarot card. The second mirror appearance actually comes before the tarot card. I could see the mirror appearances predating the Devil tarot card as a sign that John attempts at helping Mikoto relieve his stress only made things worse, leading directly to the murder.

After we see John in the mirror a second time, Mikoto seems to stumble backwards before he falls while the lines, "Why am I here? / It must be a mistake? / Take a good look at me / Until you find me" plays. I would argue that this is when Mikoto meets with his victim. They're two adults meant to talk things out. This is just a mistake that can be cleared up. This is when we see the Devil tarot card-for the second time overall-fall into his lap. The victim lays out his blackmail threat. Mikoto is despondent, and when he picks up the card, the image burns away. The lyrics played are, "The truth will come to reveal itself / I will NEVER forgive you if this is happening to me even though I'm right" and I think this is when the seriousness of the situation hits. The mindscape is still blue as Mikoto sings, "All those ridiculous accusations" and then when the Devil tarot card falls to the ground, the mindscape glitches from blue to red to blue to red for "Hurting it / Holding it down". Now, this could be a sign of Mikoto starting the murder (at minimum, he delivers the first, left-handed swing of the bat) and John ends it by disposing of the evidence. Who delivered the second, deadly swing can be debated. I lean towards Mikoto delivering the deadly blow, and I will get to it in a minute.

This third appearance of the Devil tarot card directly precedes John's appearance in the mindscape, implying that John took over during some immensely triggering event. Based on how Mikoto seems to be frozen with horror during this time, I think this was when Mikoto realized that he had killed someone (hence the "My life... it wasn't supposed to be this way," glitched line from the first voice trailer. He cannot comprehend what he had just done, and John took over to dispose of the evidence, so Mikoto can just disregard this as a dream. Because Mikoto and John are both present for, "It doesn't change anything, does it / It's the same anywhere I go / It's like what's wrong isn't wrong / I'm already the fake one" it is hard to tell who is singing, but the self-pitying language makes me think of Mikoto, not John. Mikoto just wants to go along and get along but everyone around him insists on making trouble. First the victim threatening to get him fired, then Es insisting that his little dream was reality, and then Kotoko attacking him.

I think that when the mindscape turns red a second time, it is supposed to represent the switch during John Doe. Mikoto is pleading for Es to answer him and truly see his reality, “Why am I here? / It must be a mistake, right? / Take a good look at me / Until you find me,” and then he snaps, briefly turning the mindscape red on an overhead view. It’s almost as if the switching is done on purpose. From what I've read, forcing alters to switch can happen, but it is not advised because of the potential repercussions within the system. More than likely, Mikoto snapping before switching with John symbolizes Mikoto facing another trigger, this time the reality that his dream of killing someone wasn't a dream, and then John taking over to protect that belief. But it’s John’s behavior and the lyrics that we see while the mindscape turns red again that I want to focus on: “Hey why, / I’m nowhere to be found / So / I will NEVER forgive you if this is happening to me even though I’m right”

John is taking Mikoto's words and actions as his own. He takes the passive aggressive remark of Mikoto's refusal to forgive and makes it a clear threat and draws the tarot card. He doesn't do it the same way, though, because this time he clearly shows off the tarot card rather than letting us look over his shoulder. John has his eyes closed, upturned to match his smile, and then they open as his expression turns cold. While his eyes are closed, we see the back of the tarot card, and when they open, he turns the card so we can see it. It’s the Fool tarot card, which again, generally signifies new beginnings. We flash to more tarot cards lying on the table before John pulls out the Death (upright) tarot card and then John moves to punch the camera. As many people have already stated, the Death tarot card doesn't mean actual death, and usually signifies a major change has already come, is currently happening, or will come soon. With the Fool and Death tarot cards combined, John is making it clear that his role as Mikoto' protector is now going to become proactive as he plays up the idea that he is the uncontrollable, evil Hyde to Mikoto's even-keeled and good Jekyll.

I'll admit that this theory of mine has its weaknesses. Primarily, it's the stupid blood splatter on Mikoto's face while he is in the physical world. When he strips off his bloodied clothing, there is a blood splatter on his right cheek, but when he buries the victim, the blood splatter is now on his left cheek, not his right. In the shower while he brushes his teeth, the blood splatter is on his left cheek. That pokes a hole in my only one victim theory. There is a chance that since the blood stain on his right cheek is very close to where his jawline and ear meet that the clod of dirt and the angle we see Mikoto at hide it during the burial scene. Just like how there's a chance that John took more care to make sure Mikoto's right side was clean since Mikoto is associated with the right side and John with the left. It is a weak defense. I can admit to that. But I hope I've provided enough evidence to help support my argument. Maybe that right cheek bloodstain is related to the blackmail material.

Why I think that it's John disposing of the evidence... it's like how I said it in the last post; while John is trying to be more proactive by taking the blame for everything to protect Mikoto, John is more reactive and less careful than Mikoto. In John Doe, John literally beats the shit out of Es, someone who holds the fate of Mikoto in the palm of their hand. Most people would not antagonize and threaten someone with that kind of power. John is short-sighted, and until he's restrained and forced to think and plan during Neoplasm, John's pretty terrible at actually helping Mikoto. Yes, we see him bury what we can presume to be the victim, but we don't know what happened to the murder weapon (the baseball bat that should be covered in blood and dents) and the bloody beanie was not stuffed inside the garbage bag before being tossed into the dumpster. The dumpster isn't very tall. Anyone could look in and see the blood-stained beanie. Despite showering to get rid of the blood on him, Mikoto clearly strolls into his apartment covered in blood splatters. Anyone could have seen him. Yes, he technically took care of ridding the blood evidence off himself, but John doesn't seem to have taken any precautions, like maybe turning his clothes inside out to try to hide the bloodstains. Mikoto is someone with a five-year-plan and takes the safer options in life to avoid messing it up. John wings it. And sure, it is very hard to prosecute someone for murder if you don't have a body, but I won't lie, I can easily see John deciding to bury the victim and murder weapon together so he can decrease the amount of time he has to spend at the crime scene. I know that it's not in the garbage bag, because you'd see an oblong object distorting the bag's round shape.

Now, why a dream? Well, the idea of losing his dream job and tanking his career before it even started is probably the scariest nightmare Mikoto could ever have. Denial is his modus operandi. He probably went to the tracks to meet his victim to try and talk things out like two proper adults should. John would have come out swinging as soon as he saw the blond. Mikoto, on the other hand, thinks this is just a mistake that can be talked out. When he sees the blackmail material, he believes it's too ridiculous lie, because how could he, the calm, kind Mikoto take pleasure in hurting someone? This can't be real. It has to be a dream, and in dreams, there are no consequences. And so he loses his temper and strikes. When the red haze of his temper lifts, he realizes what he has done and breaks. John takes over to spare him from this immense pain. He gets rid of any evidence (not well, but still) so Mikoto can wake up in the morning and sincerely believe that all he did was have a bad dream. A nightmare he just can't quite fully shake, if you want to look at the lyrics during the murder: "If I could go back / I'd play dead even though I'm alive right? / If I could end / If I could stop / How long would this dream go on?"

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#mikoto kayano #john kayano #milgram #who-swung-it #i am too proud of that pun #I wanted to add more screenshots #but I can only add 30 pictures or links

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esc-is-holding-me-hostage · 11 months

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Final thoughts/rant/whatever

- Yeah, Greece giving Cyprus meager 4 points meant that it's all doomed

- The real crimes of the juries were putting Israel 2nd and Estonia 5th

- My tweet asking Ukrainians not to vote for Poland got a surprising 1000+ likes and retweets. And guess what? IT DIDN'T FUCKING MATTER, 'CAUSE WE GAVE 12 POINTS TO POLAND ANYWAY сукакурванахуйблядь I hate it here

- Slovenia in the 21st place is makes me wanna put on Joker (hehe) makeup

- Germany putting in effort and still being dead last is just sad

And now for the big thing

Do I think that the show was "rigged" in Loreen's favor? No.

But I'm still upset and the difference of 163 points between her and jury's second place is absolutely fucking baffling.

The jury vote system is designed in such a way that huge point gaps are less likely to occur AND YET. May I remind you that in 2019 correcting the votes of one (1) country changed the jury winner.

I'm sure they will try to change the system somehow next year. After all, we've got the current system after Sweden won as a jury 1st, televote 3rd place.

That said. Oh my god, can you guys fucking chill? Stop with these ridiculous conspiracy theories. "It's because of ABBA's win anniversary", "Melfest was purposely made bad so she could win" - jeeeesus.

Loreen was second in the televote, she got points from literally every country except for Finland (obviously), it's not like she was pushed to the winning spot from out of the top 10. People, a lot of people, voted for her. She did have the whole package with a good song, great vocals and great staging. It's not like the juries handed Bridges a win.

Do you all have the memory of a goldfish and don't remember KEiiNO? Who also won the televote but not the whole thing? This is not the first time this is happenned, come on, shit like this is bound to occur sometimes.

"The juries were put in place because of the anti Eastern-European sentiment, we don't need them anymore". Yes, and also because the contest was filled with shit-tier joke entries fighting for the televotes.

"The televoters know what's best!" After 5 points (last place) to Blanca and 81 points (8th) to Blanka? After 16 points to Austria? Really?

Look. I am also upset at the result. I turned off my TV before the winner's repriese, for fuck's sake. I expected Loreen to fight for that 1st jury spot. I expected Käärijä to get between 60 and 100 jury points so I could give up my hopes before they even started announcing the televote results. But he was in the 4th spot, and I thought that maybe, just maybe he can still win. And that's why you should never get your expectations up, kids.

tl;dr: Käärijä deserved to win, but making up fucking conspiracy theories to justify your fave not winning is stupid and you all should chill and stream Cha Cha Cha or something. Give the green man those 0.003 dollars.

#esc #eurovision

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X-Files Collector's Edition: Crazy X-Cops (and Watching the Tragic Ep. Later)

Inspired by @scullys-scalpel 's post (found here.)

Loose chronological order below~

@scullywolf's (Ao3, Masterlist)

X-COPS

""That’s correct, yes. And Agent Mulder… well, his working hypothesis for the case is, as you might guess, paranormal in nature, and–”

“Yes, Scully, I’ve met him.""

When Scully calls him up, Skinner debates the wisdom of-- oh, hang it all, put 'em on tv.

First Person Shooter

""They’re at LAX waiting for their flight home when his phone rings.

"Mulder.”

“Mulder! It’s Langly. How soon can you get to L.A.?”

“Uhh…” He looks around the bustling airport terminal, half-wondering if the guys are here somewhere and this is some sort of joke. “Why do you ask?""

Post X-Cops Mulder and Scully are still in the Cali area when he receives a call from The Lone Gunmen.

@seek-its-opposite (Ao3) nothing to hide (Ao3)

""Sergeant,” the man offers gently. “I think you have us all wrong.” He has all the ease of a hostage negotiator but none of the slickness. Despite how much he looks the part of a detective, he cuts an almost iconoclastic figure when he speaks.

“Your irresponsible theories nearly got my officer killed, Agent Mulder.” The sergeant gestures at the crack house, the door splintered on the floor. “To say nothing of how my department looks on camera for taking you seriously.”

“But you did take him seriously.” Agent Scully’s voice sharpens to a stiletto point. Her partner absorbs chaos; she refracts it.""

Post X-Cops Scully is infuriated the local cops blame Mulder for the night's failure, and reams them out in the honor of the man she loves.

@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum's

We’re Not Here To Get Involved in Personal Problems

""Scully,” Mulder interrupts himself suddenly. “Mangoes.”

She tracks the direction of his eyes, seeking the source of this nonsequitur. A half block ahead of where they are walking, a man and his teenage son work together to lift wooden flats of pale green mangoes from the back of a pick-up truck to a sales cart in their front yard.

Mulder turns to her, his eyes now taking on a manic, child-glimpses-ice-cream-truck gleam.""

Post X-Cops Mulder is in an unflappably good mood despite their empty gas tank; and Scully is-- reluctantly-- swept up in it. A leisurely walk, a mango barter, and a back-and-forth conversation ensues.

@agirlcallednarelle/TabithaJean's Good Morning, Sweet Dreams

""Mmmh,’ she mumbles, straightening up. ‘I’m awake, I’m awake.’

‘Looks like it,’ he smiles. ‘Didn’t you want to shower? Get those sheets all good and fake slept in?’

‘Yep,’ she murmurs, her eyes closed still. ‘I’m gonna do that. I’m getting up. Right now.’

‘You don’t have to, Scully,’ he tells her softly. ‘You don’t have to move.""

Post X-Cops Scully is too bushed to even shower.

@i-gaze-at-scully/ i_gaze_at_scully's Bad boys, bad boys

""Humor me, G-woman.” His voice is as sleepy as he is, with the same bite of electricity that’s keeping him awake. She sighs into the receiver and somehow hears the smug grin that spreads across his face as he resettles himself on his couch. That, she can actually hear: the rustle of fabric, the little crunch as the worn leather gives and the springs complain. She smiles in spite of herself, and decides, in fact, to humor him.

“The very beginning?”

"Spare no detail,” he implores, and she remembers the panic of their briefing with Skinner after Chaney, years ago.""

Post X-Cops Scully recaps their night over the phone to Mulder, who drops off (or at least snores) when she winds up to her list of grievances. (Her "unbelievable" floats around my head continually.)

@minuete-blog/Minuete's Out-Of-Scope Assignment - Chapter 8

""The two sat in their usual seats across from a scowling Skinner as they recount the COPS filming the elusive X-File and the somewhat successful bodyguard-turned-sting-operation. He flipped through the report and underlined a few things for himself.""

Post X-Cops Mulder wants to investigate another file but is squashed flat by Scully's "no." Instead, She invites him over for another work-night-turned-movie-night.

Girlie_girl7’s Bill Scully meets the X Cops

""Just then someone on the screen says they have a disturbance down the street. Mulder and Scully climb into their car. Scully stops the camera crew from going with them. "No, you go with someone else."

"About time Dana, you take charge.""

Post X-Cops Bill Scully, Jr., is shocked with his nightly COPS viewing; but gets swept up in the melodrama, cheering his sister on.

Sheryl Martin’s Feedback

""Thunk.

"Scully..."

Thunk.

"Scully... stop it."

Thunk.

"You're going to hurt yourself."

Thunk.

"Don't hurt the desk, then - put something under your head."

Thuddle.

"I didn't mean the case file. Besides, we did okay.""

Post X-Cops Scully is AGHAST that her family saw the episode.

ColebaltBlue/colebaltblue's Nothing to Hide

""Agent, you seriously believe we're looking for some kind of-"

"We'll, I'll show ya."

"Oh Mulder, you didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"Show that drawing on national television." Scully watched as Mulder unfoled the picture of wolf-man on screen. "Oh, yes, you did."

"Scully?" Mulder sounded amused, but with just a hint of hurt under it all. She bumped his shoulder with hers by way of apology. He bumped back and all was forgiven.

Post X-Cops Mulder and Scully watch the episode; and she grapples with the heartwarming (but oft frustrating) realization that Mulder cares only for her good opinion.

Erin Blair/Erin M. Blair's Halloween Evening

""Mulder nodded. "Twenty people wanted candy from the 'cool FBI agents' - that's what one of the kids said to me." He saw her give him one of her patented looks. "I don't know where he recognized us from. For all we know, he probably watched the 'Cops' episode with fifty repeated viewings.""

Post X-Cops Mulder and Scully were kept hoppin' on Halloween.

IngridGradient's Filmed on Location

""Mulder can’t help but feel smug about the fact that Scully has been reasonably attentive for the whole thing, barring a few scoffs and mutterings about how they shouldn't have let themselves be filmed. She even appeared amused a few times, basking in the (relative) innocence of their (relative) youth. And she ate the popcorn.

“Well. That was…something,” she says. “I’m still not clear on the M.O. of the creature you were proposing — precisely how it would pass the…the ‘fear’ along its chain of victims. You know what I mean, Mulder? The mechanism, the vector for transmission.”

“Always with the ‘how’ and never with the ‘wow’,” Mulder says.""

Post Revival Mulder finds the episode and convinces Scully to watch it. Their moods sink the longer it goes on; but they're jolted out of the doldrums by their shock at a "lost scene." (As someone not into smut reading, I just skip that section~.)

AUs and Extras

@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk (Ao3) TXF Fic Snippets

""Mulder pops in through the connecting door while she’s undressing, and she shakes her head before he gets any words out. “Absolutely not,” she says sternly.

“What do you think I’m here for?” He laughs, leaning up against the doorframe.""

In a collection of fic snippets, post X-Cops Scully sinks to the floor of her motel room, batting off Mulder's intentions.

stellar_dust's (Ao3) Cause and Effect (Ao3)

""He laughed. "Come on, Scully, it's a classic. How often do we get to see ourselves together, huh?"

She groaned. "Who says I want to, Mulder? That's what cameras are for. *Personal* cameras."

"... You know, Scully, you're really short," Mulder mused, like he hadn't made a point of noticing that fact at least a thousand times since they'd met.""

In a fic that spans S7's events post The Goldberg Variation, Mulder contemplates magic and trickery and chicanery.

FootlessData507′s Do You Want to Believe? - Chapter 12

""You look around to figure out what’s happened. You can’t move very far, obviously, because of that oxygen mask you are currently dependent on, but it soon becomes clear to you that something is going on in the economy section. You can hear screaming in addition to that strange sucking noise, and a whole lotta beeping and wailing, like there’s an episode of Cops playing in there.

You were in an episode of Cops once. Remember that? How did that not get brought up more?""

In a Pick-Your-Own-Adventure series of events, Scully is determined to have a beautiful flight... aliens interfere, of course; and Mulder gets right in the middle of it.

Do You Want to Believer? - Chapter 28

""Momma Mulder didn’t raise no chump! You put on your mask first, breathing in that sweet, sweet Element Eight.

O-utstanding.

Get it?

Anyway, eventually you get around to helping that kid. Once you’ve done so, you look around to figure out what’s happened....

You were in an episode of Cops once. Remember that? How did that not get brought up more?""

In that same series of events, Mulder gets a shot at a Cops shoutout.

Defnotmeyo’s (WBM, Alt. WBM) FTF- AKA The Tentative Trio (Alt.)

""The last torn up picture, the one left on top, is her first ultrasound. One of the ones Mulder wasn’t there for. The first one. The first time he felt her hold his hand, kinda quite ‘that way.’

He’s not immune, to Mulder, either. In that heap of a trash pile is a torn up L.A. newspaper, asking why the FBI was in town, and was partnering with COPS.""

S11 Skinner-- having received CSM's "biological" revelation-- tears his place apart and reflects on Mulder, the man he thinks of as his son.

@onpaperfirst's (Ao3, LJ) Snakebitten

""She went into the bathroom and he heard quiet movement, a zipper, fabric, then the squeak of pipes and water running in the tub. He wished he could fall asleep, nap in front of the TV, so he wouldn’t be waiting there expectantly when she came out, like some creep who’d just been sitting there the whole time, listening to her in there, thinking about her naked, which, well, he sometimes did, but he wasn’t now.

He watched most of an episode of COPS before deciding she’d been in there too long. You could drown in an inch of water. Not to mention the things they’d seen come up a drainpipe.""

AU-- S5 Mulder and Scully secretly push apart as she investigates her cancer and abduction and he is forced into the long-con of recruitment leading up to The Pine Bluff Variant-- though, as per their bond, they are ultimately pulled back together.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's encephalon - Chapter 1

""She wrinkles her nose up at him from where she's collapsed in the desk chair. “I liked Los Angeles,” she says seriously. “I don't like ridiculous movies that over-exaggerate and misconceptualize our jobs. At least that COPS episode showed what we really do.”

Mulder taps his chin dramatically, pretending to be in deep thought. “I seem to remember a certain Jose Chung and his horribly inaccurate portrayal of a certain case,” he says coyly.

She makes a face at him. “At least the names were changed,” she retorts.""

AU-- Mulder and Scully work through his brain disease in S7, with Scully's science ultimately saving his life. X-Cops is mentioned briefly after the disaster of The Lazarus Bowl.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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Soul Jam HC/Theory

This is something I wrote for AU fanfic I'm writing, but do think this a good theory/rant.

Keep in mind, I'm not an expert on CRK, nor am I admitting I want to be. If there is some plot holes, which I'm sure are, so pls share.

OKAY-

It can be somebody related to them, or not. But they must have a bond with that person, with good intentions. In my head, it was the Soul Jam's itself to pick the next person. The ancients themselves can pick up this in dreams.

I believe the Soul Jam has actual forms. Like a spirit or divine being. They have the ability to speak to their 'host' in dreams or visions, like how Pure Vanilla's Soul Jam, Light of Truth, spoke to him in a vision, restoring his memories.

They act less like a god, but more like the host's extra concuioness. But they cannot really interact with the physical world, just with their host. For example, Dark Cacao doesn't get a vision, like PV and Holly. Instead he gets turned into a different form. I personally think that his Soul Jam , Light of Resolution stepping in. They took over Dark Cacao's body to protect him, but due Pom's magic affected Dark Cacao, The king's fight or flight response were on high alert, attacking anything that gets close.

The reason he didn't get a vision is because his mind was clouded. His isolation, grief, and harsh thinking after the Dark Flour War made it hard for his Light to reach, especially with Affogato clouding his mind with lies and half-truths. But they were still there, wanting to help in any way possible. Once Dark Cacao held onto his signature sword again, the bond was restored.

It was told in the Creme Republic (I think?) that Each of the Ancient's Soul Jam does not work well if the person has bad intentions or misdeeds with it. It is 100% pure light magic. It can withstand dark magic, hence we saw PV go up againist Dark Enchantress' blast.

I like to believe they have actual forms, at least ones that can be easily looked at. They take on appearances based on the host's memories, personality, and experiences. They can't be killed nor destroyed. They appear strongest in their host's dream, but they can interact with their offspring.

Here's 2 examples of how they appear in dreams from my fanfic "A Paw covered in Lilies"

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The mage soon finds herself in a garden, filled with lilies. Petals floated around her, filling the cosmos above her. She walked around, amazed at this strange place. She soon came across a gazebo, with a figure standing there. A woman. They were a long green dress, similar to her own. A black veil covered the woman’s face, white hair spilling around their feet.

White Lily looked at the strange woman, confused. “W-What do you want from me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

The veiled stranger said nothing, just pointed to her staff. The Soul Jam was glowing in and out, as if it was speaking. Lily placed a hand on it, soon hearing a voice..

“Can you understand me now?” Said the voice, sounding familiar, seeming to echo around Lily. She looked back at the stranger, seeing that were closer now.

“ Was…was that you?” She asked, soon seeing the stranger chuckle.

“ I guess it has been a while since we spoke, correct?” They said, “But I’m glad our bond is becoming intact again.”

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“Young Prince…”

Dark Choco opens his eyes. looking around. He was standing in a snowy forest, in front of a bridge. It was hard to see, the falling snow only allowing to see 3 feet in front of him. He kept walking, hoping the bridge could lead him somewhere.

Two dragons were standing there at the end of the bridge, no larger than a cream wolf. It was like the ones he’s seen on tapistries around the castle. One had dark scales, a purple eye on the right side. The other had white scales, with a purple eye on the left.

He was a bit startled, but kept his head.

“ Am.. Am I dreaming?” He asked the dragons, who seemed to nod.

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I believe that most of the Ancient's children/ grandchildren will get to bond with the Soul Jam, aka Dark Choco and Princess. I would say Tiger Lily, but Princess is more like Hollyberry, hence her love for adventure and passion for helping others.

Dark Choco is VERY much like his father, in strength and in personality. Now that he is free from the Strawberry Jam Sword, I feel he will once again gain its power, after he goes on a self- discovery and comes back from exlie. He still gets dreams from his father's Soul Jam, pushing him to the right direction.

Everyone seems to agree (and I do too) that Clover definitely is White Lily's son. They're quiet, and tend to keep to themselves. They're wanderers, always going to place to place. I feel he is aware of his connection with the connection with the Soul Jam , especially his mother's I call Light of Hope.

It is unconfirmed that Pure Vanilla has a heir himself, but he has plenty of bonds he he made with others. I do like to think little Custard the 3rd will get the Soul Jam, but he is STILL a child. Much too young for that big of a responsibility. So I believe PV's Light will pick Clotted Cream , due to his bonds with Custard the 3rd and how much he cares for others.

I'm unsure about Golden Cheese, which I call hers Light of Courage , But I hope we get some more info about her, which we barely have. I know I've mentioned that her child could be Rougefort, but I imagine they have to earn the right to be the next holder, not just be related to them.

I hope you guys like my LONG rant/theory. I'm open to suggestions, or ideas of who could be the next successor, bc I'm pretty sure mine is far from perfect.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #golden cheese cookie #cookir run headcanons #crk headcanons #clotted cream cookie #dark choco cookie #princess cookie #clover cookie #custard cookie iii

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broken trust and the wounds hidden behind

title: broken trust and the wounds hidden behind

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Chapter 3 of 7

Story summary: Jack wasn't meaning to snoop in his son's room when he found a box of medical supplies and a USB with a tag that said IF I DON'T COME HOME. Danny’s secrets revealed, Jack is desperate to earn his son’s trust, to earn the right to this secret he stumbled across. After almost two years of unknowingly hunting his son, is Danny's trust too broken to heal? NO ONE KNOWS AU

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Holding the Thermos and weapon in either hand, Jack moved his arms slowly away from his body, carefully dropping to his knees. Once he was low enough, he set both items on the ground to either side before pushing them away, out of reach, then settled his hands in his lap.

Those green eyes didn’t stop following him at any moment, confusion joining fear. A moment of silence passed, Jack unsure how to proceed.

Thankfully, Danny spoke first. “Why?” He asked.

Memories of Danny’s recorded confession, Spectra’s vitriol. “That ghost. What she said. Do you want to die?”

Danny’s gaze finally averted from Jack for the first time, studying the grass beneath him. “I don’t know.” He said, voice thick with pain and emotion.

“I don’t want you to,” Jack said, hoping it came across as supportive.

Clearly, it did not, when the ghost’s gaze flew back to him, chest rapidly raising and falling. “I’d rather die than have another scalpel taken to me.” It came out like a plea.

Jack’s heart dropped to his stomach. “Another?” Jack paled. “The GIW explosion three weeks ago?”

Danny spoke easier than Jack had expected, probably relieved to at least let some of his trauma out. “Yeah.”

“How?”

“I’d rather not elaborate further to someone who wants to do the same thing to me again.”

“I don’t want to. Not anymore.”

“Excuse me?” He said in disbelief.

“I don’t want to hurt you ever again.”

Danny studied him, then held out his clean glove. “Can I see your hand?”

Jack didn’t even question it as he grabbed Danny’s hand. He had to resist the urge to shiver. Even through both of their gloves, Danny was so cold. Danny kept eye contact with Jack, who felt a small bolt of cold streak through his entire body. It wasn’t painful and it was over as soon as it had started. Danny pulled his hand away. “You aren’t overshadowed. I don’t understand.”

“You can sense that?”

“Yeah. Core search and pupil check. Which you passed.”

Ah, the coldness. He and Maddie had long suspected Phantom possessed an ice core, which he had all but confirmed when he’d frozen his own injury.

“What do you want to do to me, then?” Phantom asked.

“To help.”

Danny snorted. “Yeah, and I want head lice.”

“Is it so hard to believe? That someone can change?”

“You shot me four days ago and called me parasitic scum that you’d crush beneath your heel. Four days.”

Jack looked down at his hands, fingers fidgeting. “I’m sorry.”

Complete bafflement. Phantom’s glowing, tanned face was totally and entirely confused. At least the fear had faded. He kept looking around, blinking rapidly, opening his mouth and shutting his mouth. “Huh?” Was all that eventually came out.

“Everything that just happened with Spectra.” Jack lied. Especially after the look on Danny’s face, Jack wanted to earn his trust, his secret. Unless something got bad, Jack would keep his knowledge within.

Danny said nothing. Jack took it as a cue to continue.

“That ghost clearly feeds off negative emotions. Am I correct?” Danny nodded. “She was feeding from yours. Still right?” Another nod. “Then you’re capable of emotion. So many theories hold that ghosts can’t feel emotion. This one fact is the basis of many foundations of ecto science. This one interaction disproves, or at least casts extreme doubt into, nearly everything I know. If I’d ever looked before, I may have seen it sooner. My science is flawed. What else do I have wrong?”

“Personally, your theory that we can’t feel pain is one I would like to adamantly throw several wrenches into.” Phantom said, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Are you hurting right now?” Jack asked, gesturing to the ice.

Danny shrugged. “I’ve had a lot worse. You get numb to it eventually.”

“You shouldn’t have to, you’re just a kid, aren’t you?” Jack asked, the regret in his voice very real.

Danny gave a bitter laugh. “I shouldn’t be used to staring down a gun barrel or having one pressed against my head. I shouldn’t know what an autopsy feels like. I shouldn’t know how to give myself stitches, shouldn’t know what my bones look like, how to field dress my own injuries.” Danny stared down at his injury, where bright green had started to melt into the ice. “I’ve been fighting for my life since the day I died, Jack. If I hadn’t gotten used to it - the pain, the assaults, the isolation, the hatred - I would have lost my mind by now. People are only meant to survive so much.” His eyes moved to his left hand, where Jack knew the worse of his death scar was. “I’ve already survived more than I should have.”

Jack couldn’t help but cry silently as Danny spoke, realizing just how much he’d suffered. He watched the steady movement of Phantom’s chest as he breathed, an unwanted image of him on a steel table with a scalpel. It was something he and Maddie had pictured so many times, it was an easy image to pull. Nausea clutched him even as shame clawed its way up his throat. Nausea at the idea. Shame at how much he used to like the idea.

“Do you have anyone in your life? Who’s there for you?”

“I’m dead. I don’t have a life, period.”

“Alright, anyone in your corner, then? Someone who helps you, listens to you, anything?”

Danny exhaled sadly. “No. I’m alone. I have been my entire afterlife. Sure, I have allies in the Zone. But it isn’t the same. It isn’t what you’re asking if I have.”

“And how long has that been? Your entire afterlife?” Jack asked. He already knew, of course, the date the portal turned on was seared in his brain for the rest of his life. But he was doing his best to act like someone starting from zero.

Danny thought for a moment. “In four months, it’ll be two years. I’ll have been dead two years.”

“Does your family know?”

Danny snorted. “They’d hate me. I think they’re still mourning me, though. Mourning who I was, at least. I’d rather not taint their memories.”

“Are you really so certain of that? You’re their son. That means a lot.” Jack encouraged.

“I’m not sure,” Danny admitted. “But I’m not willing to risk their rejection, what they’d do to me. At best, they never treat me the same. At worst, they kill me or give me back to the Guys in White to be disposed of because they can’t bring themselves to do it.”

“Think on it, okay? Don’t give up on your parents that fast. I changed my opinion about what I considered fundamental truths when probable doubt came up. Maybe they’ll surprise you.”

“Would you accept either of your kids like this?” He asked, so softly Jack could barely hear him.

Jack pretended to pause, to take a moment to think. “I know their personalities. I know who they are. I’d know if it were them. And I’d still love them.”

Danny hummed a little. “I don’t know, Jack. That’s an easy thing to say now, when both of your children are alive. It’s probably a lot harder in practice, a parent staring their dead son in the face.”

In that moment, Jack wanted to admit he knew, admit he didn’t care, he loved his son. But Danny was talking to him, more truthful than he’d been in years. Staring at his dead son’s face, like he’d just said, Jack still found it easy to love him. He wanted to set fire to the Guys in White. He wanted to wreck every weapon they had that had ever hurt Danny. He wanted to scream and punch everyone who had ever hit his son. For now, though, he’d take just listening to his son.

“Would you like to have someone on your side? Someone not on the other side of the portal?”

“I’ve wanted that for so long, it feels impossible.”

Jack tentatively leaned forward, reaching his hand towards Danny, stopping close to him but not touching him. He held his open palm towards his son, who eyed it thoughtfully. “I’m not your parent, obviously. I’m probably not who you want. But I can be your friend.”

“Is this really all it took?” Danny asked. “A single conversation?”

“It took me taking long enough to listen. But I am a scientist. My hypothesis was wrong. It’s time for a new one.”

Danny smiled. When was the last time Danny had genuinely smiled at him like that? That happy? Danny closed the gap, gripping Jack’s hand. “I’d like that. Just no more hypothes-ie, uh, hypothes-os-es, uh, whatever the plural of hypothesis is, that involve shooting me, please?”

“I never intend to shoot you again,” Jack said, closing his hand tightly around Danny’s and shaking vigorously. Danny’s grip was just as strong. “And it’s just hypotheses.”

Danny shrugged as they pulled apart. “I didn’t get that far in science.”

“Maybe I can help fill you in, later,” Jack said, knowing how bad Danny’s grades were. “For now, though, do you need any help with that?” He asked, gesturing at the wound.

Danny looked at it, the ice instantly melting, a small waterfall of ice and ectoplasm cascading down his side. The wound was deep, really deep, like probably two inches below skin level deep by Jack’s estimation. But Danny shrugged. “It isn’t that bad.”

“Phantom, that’s a huge chunk of damage!” Jack protested.

“Rephrase. I have a… healing ability. One I can only do while alone. And it should clear this up within a few hours. Ghost, remember? I can come back from a lot.”

Jack very much wanted to grab his son and drag him home right now, give him medical attention and then put him in phase proof bubble wrap for the next decade. Instead, he just nodded. “You do know your body better than I do. If you ever need me, just come by my home, okay?”

Danny nodded. “Sure thing.”

Jack got to his feet, pulling Danny up to his as well. Danny, feeling better, hovered a foot off the ground. Jack began to search through his pockets, seeking the GAV keys.

“Jack?” Phantom asked.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“I think I’m the one who should be thanking you. But you’re welcome, kid.” Then, unable to hold back, Jack reached forward and ruffled Phantom’s white hair. It felt like silk mixed with snow, and was nearly unbearably cold, but Jack didn’t mind.

Danny slapped his hand away, softly, a genuine grin on his face. “Bye, Jack.” He said, picking up the Thermos from where Jack had left it then disappearing.

Jack retrieved his net gun and bazooka, returning to the GAV, half on the sidewalk, half in the street. Jumping in and tossing the weapons to the back, Jack embraced the silence, the time to think.

He’d learned so much about Danny today. Danny’s biggest secret. Thoughts and feelings he never would’ve guessed haunted his son.

Learned his son had died, and Jack hadn’t noticed. Learned his son was repeatedly severely beaten, and Jack hadn’t noticed. Learned Danny had been kidnapped and had a scalpel taken to him, and Jack hadn’t noticed. How did he not notice that? How long was Danny gone? How much pain had Danny successfully hidden? He suspected he now knew why the other four pills were taken.

How had he failed this much as a father?

Turning the GAV on, Jack headed home, obeying traffic laws, not even bothering to hide his tears. He didn’t even bother getting the weapons out when he got home, simply sliding out of the vehicle and into the house. The USB drives, journal, and narcotics bottle was right where he’d left them. Such small items to have turned his entire world inside out and upside down. He picked up the green drive - the one hidden with the journal. Should he look through this one too? Or should he put it back? He already had to pretend now to not know Phantom was his son, what if this gave more information he had to hide he knew, more secrets he hadn’t earned from his son?

Grabbing the other items back, he shoved the journal and green drive back into the bag they’d been in, returning to the attic and placing it back from where he’d taken it.

Jack went to Danny’s room next, pulling out the first aid kit from its hiding spot. He set the USB back in, hiding it towards the bottom like it had been. He stared at the narcotics, conflicted. These were literal illegal drugs. But Danny had been responsible with them? But… what kind of father doesn’t immediately seize them? The same kind that pushed him to use them, apparently.

Jack was fairly positive only two events had driven Danny to this. He knew the Fryer was one. He’d be willing to bet money the other was when Danny got…

It hurt to even think about.

Two instances Danny had to have been in severe, immobilizing pain. That Jack hadn’t noticed. He made his decision, dropping the bottle back in. He’d check it daily, monitor its usage. Either Danny wouldn’t need it or Jack would know his son had been severely hurt again and could help.

Secrets returned to their hiding spots (and getting the duct tape he’d gone in there for in the first place) Jack went to the kitchen, making lunch for himself.

Danny must really think Jack is oblivious, he realized sadly. So many of the things he’d said should’ve been giant flashing lights saying ‘I’m your son!’ but Danny hadn’t seemed to think it possible for Jack to figure it out. Or maybe, deep down, he wanted his father to figure it out. Wanted someone to connect all of the dots he barely hid, to see him, notice him enough to care.

Jack munched on his sandwich, deep in thought. How did he make Danny trust him as Phantom? That was the part of himself he feared his parents would damn him for. And Jack had two years of ingraining that fear into him that he needed to undo. He wasn’t sure if Danny would even come here as Phantom.

Jack signed, tracing the pattern of his empty plate.

And what about Maddie? She was halfway across the world. If he called her and said ‘hey Phantom is actually our son, so stop shooting him’ she’d think he was overshadowed, come back here, and probably hurt Danny. At the very least, reveal that they knew what he was.

No, he decided. He wouldn’t tell her. Not until Danny knew. Maybe he and Danny could tell her together. Jazz would probably be the last to know, though she was rarely even at home anymore. She had joined night classes at the local community college and met a great friend group, something she’d never had thus far in high school. He didn’t push back, she was nearly eighteen now. She needed to learn it was okay to be free, but to be cautious. Hopefully she knew she always had her parents to fall back to.

Dropping his plate in the sink, Jack returned to the lab. He approached the portal’s swirling depths, rubbing a hand along the cold exterior.

A chill that had nothing to do with temperature ran through him. This is where Danny died. Where he was electrocuted to death and then back. This is where their work life had flourished at the expense of their home life, their family. He slid down to the floor in front of it, emotions running back and forth within him, unable to settle. How did Danny feel around it? Did he fear it?

As he watched it, the deep glow within it, the odd matter state that formed the surface, the shine of cold metal around it, part of Jack wanted to rip it apart. But that wouldn’t do anything, wouldn’t give Danny back his old life, relieve Danny of his fear. Danny had died to turn it on. Even if he didn’t fully die, his death turned it on, and it felt like rejecting a sacrifice after the sacrifice had already died - pointless.

Jack desperately wanted to know more about Danny. He thought when he finally knew Danny’s secret, the path forward would be so clear, the answer would shine light into every dark corner of Jack’s knowledge. But it hadn’t. The light had risen but not to show a clear path, instead it showed him in the heart of a labyrinth, more shadows now than ever in all the branching paths.

All that was left to do now was to put a hand on the wall and meet all the dead ends between here and the exit, with faith that the exit even existed.

Eventually, Jack pushed himself up from the floor and returned to the kitchen, a look at the clock telling him he had spent several hours down there. Danny would be home soon - probably. He hadn’t pretended to be off at his friends in a very long time. Was Danny really going through life, through death, all alone?

Jack bit back tears as he heard the front door open. He poked his head around the corner just in time to see Danny drop his backpack by the door, back to his father. Danny lifted his arms up into a large stretch that was cut off when he recoiled, pressing a hand to his side. Jack’s heart stuttered, wanting to reach for his son but afraid to do so. He waited for Danny to stop clenching the hidden injury before booming out “Danno!”

It was almost humorous when Danny yelped in shock, leaping into the air and sustaining his height from the floor for just a touch too long than a person bound by gravity would’ve.

“Dad!” Danny called, turning, hand on his chest. “You scared me half to death!”

Jack didn’t miss the little half smile on Danny’s face as he said that. That was soothing, Danny was still able to be happy and laugh.

“No such thing as half dead, Dannyboy!” Jack enthused, beckoning him into the kitchen. Danny just rolled his eyes, smile still there.

“What’s for dinner, Dad?” He asked, eyeing the clean kitchen, notably absent of the type of mess Jack Fenton left when cooking.

“Time got away from me, son,” Jack admitted with a rueful smile. “And your sister is out to that friend group again tonight. Wanna order in?”

“Hmm,” Danny said, scrunching his face into fake thoughtfulness. “Do I want a no clean-up, no ecto-contaminated, ready in under an hour meal or do I want to deal with a chemical waste clean up?”

“My cooking isn’t that bad!” Jack protested, even though it absolutely was.

Danny just sent him a Look.

“Chinese?” Jack asked, grabbing the menu from the fridge.

“Did you develop mind reading powers?”

Jack laughed. “Absolutely! And I can tell you want…” Jack narrowed his eyes at his son, placing his pointer fingers to either temple. “Chicken lo mein with double servings of fried rice.”

“Aha, your powers are not yet fully formed, father! You missed the egg rolls and tuna rolls!”

Jack let out an exaggerated gasp and then the two broke into (very masculine!) giggles.

“I’ll be in my room, give me a shout when it’s here?” Danny asked. Jack nodded. He wanted to sit and talk to Danny but he had to let everything seem normal. Danny retreated up the stairs, stopping to grab his backpack.

Jack grabbed the phone from the kitchen wall and keyed in the number for the restaurant, immediately tangling his fingers into the cord connecting phone to wall.

Order successfully placed (and pre-tipping 40% because that was apparently the point when the delivery drivers would risk getting gooped by Jack, from his experience), Jack went to the living room to wait, turning on some TV, though he was quickly lost in his thoughts.

The doorbell brought Jack back to earth and he went to answer it, smiling broadly at the teen there who kept glancing around warily. Jack may have, ah, earned his goop reputation. Frequently.

He took the food from the boy, closing the door and heading to the kitchen, calling Danny’s name when he passed the stairs.

Danny was quickly down, grabbing a plate and scooping food onto it enthusiastically. “Thanks, dad!” He said, heading back to the stairs.

“Danno, wait!” Jack called.

Danny turned back to him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just, uh, just wanted to sit and eat with you, if that’s okay?”

Suspicion flitted across his face for just a moment, but it quickly adjusted into a smile and nod. “Sure, dad,” he said, dropping down into his normal seat.

By the time Jack had made his plate up and sat down, Danny had already scarfed through half his plate.

“Jeez, Danny-boy, you okay?”

“‘M good. Gh’st figh’ a’ schoo’.” Danny said with a full mouth, finally swallowing before continuing. “It was during lunch when we all got evacuated.”

Jack was very careful to not react too strongly to that. He hadn’t even considered his son not getting to eat after that fight.

“Oh, right. I was there, actually!” Jack said proudly.

“Really? I didn’t know that.” Danny said, doing an extremely good job of looking surprised.

“Yep! Beat that damn spook right back into the Ghost Zone!” He proclaimed. “Oh, and I talked to Phantom.”

Danny started choking on his food briefly, hitting himself in the chest. “Oh, uh, and he escaped? Some other students saw him around after the fight.”

“Not fought, Danno. I talked to him. Turns out, a lot of ecto science might be built on, well, bad science.”

“Uh. Really? You, uh, think you might be wrong?”

“I know I am, son! This was absolute fact - ghosts can’t feel true emotion. Well, Phantom showed emotion! Enough another ghost was able to feed from him! Even if not all ghosts can, Phantom can! So the science is wrong and time to go back to even beyond basics!”

“He, uh, he made a real impression on you, then?” Danny asked, the forced casualness in his voice quite convincing.

“He did!” Jack said, though sobered as he continued. He couldn’t tell Danny he knew, but he could still try to help. “I heard the other ghost talking, the things she said. And Phantom just seemed so sad. The things Spectra said, no child should ever feel that way, alive or dead. No child should answer ‘I don’t know’ when asked if he wants to live.”

“But like, is it even living for a ghost? He isn’t alive.”

Jack had to fight back a flinch. “The definition of alive to him is a lot more loose than yours and mine. But he feels, he thinks, he can hurt. I’m done hunting him, permanently. I’ve even invited him to come here if he ever needs to, like for medical attention. Just wish I had a better way of contacting him. Or at least of letting him contact me.”

“You could try a burner phone? They sell them at, like, gas stations.”

“Excellent idea, son!” Jack said, snapping his fingers. “I’ll get one tomorrow and give it to him next time I see him. I’m worried about him now. Poor kid even got kidnapped a few weeks ago and no one noticed!”

Danny paled slightly at the mention of the kidnapping, hand automatically raising to his chest. Jack kept a smile on his face, pretending not to notice even as the food churned in his stomach. “Well, uh, good thing he got free or whatever, right?”

“Very good. The things he alluded to being done to him… it’s sickening.”

“Even though you’ve wanted to do the same?” Danny asked softly, spinning some loose noodles with his fork.

“That just makes it worse, son.”

There was silence for a moment.

“Dad?”

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you’ve changed your mind. But I don’t think you should stop seeing him as a threat. Not entirely, at least.”

Was Danny trying to further force distance between himself and his ghost half? Why would he encourage Jack to stay wary of Phantom? “Why d’ya say that?”

Danny’s eyes didn’t leave his plate. “Everyone is capable of being evil, dad. Ghosts being more human like in your eyes now doesn’t change that. Phantom could burn the world down if he wanted. And someone has to stop him if he ever snaps.”

Yet another dark corner in the labyrinth. Danny spoke with conviction, with a plea in his voice. What had Danny been through that had him saying this?

“Of course, Danno. I’ll keep you safe from any ghost, always.” Jack said, unsure how else to reply.

Danny’s shoulders sagged slightly in relief. “Thanks, dad.”

Patience, he reminded himself. He had never excelled at patience but he needed to now.

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CPC CHAPTER 154

Blaine and Lance 😭 I feel bad that their scene in this chapter gives me hope.

I know this isn't a good time for this but OHO?? 👀 Suzanna why does it seem like you're only worried for Lorena? Maria is there to, you know.. *COUGH COUGH*

Are..are they putting the bandage on the armor..?

Nah they did Lorena dirty by putting that freaky mask on her 💀 I say, Let her bite!

Wait so Leland is planning to rule 2 kingdoms at the same time? Or is he going to give the Plaid throne to Blaine? I don't think Blaine is in an exactly healthy mental state though.. Uh but it's Leland anyway. What did we expect.

I just can't imagine him wearing pastel ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Can you imagine him wearing pastel? I can't.

Haha everything might be going along with Leland's plan right now, but the second Frederick's crew came in, Well we'll see what happen :)

Speaking of the Omniscient Clam, I'm still wondering what connection it may have with green eyes and a piece of paper that is seemingly inside the green eye?

Something related to golden, green, and paper would be Frederick because of his golden hair, green eyes, and his love for book (paper, especially considering the ripped papers from his past in his dorm).

I remember theorizing something about this, but I forgot :') maybe if I remember it later I will post it.

Oh wait so he's planning to leave Jackie in the prison/dungeon to die? Well that was expected but still..damn, Leland 💀 (i wanted to say a dark joke but nah)

FREDERICK BEING A LEADER!! I knew his management skill would come in handy in this war thing!! Is. Is Aurelia going to melt the whole door..? Wait no nvm I think she's just gonna melt the side lol. Really thought she was gonna melt the whole door there 💀

Hm, I wonder if Prez's birth pill is working. I mean, I dunno. The side effects are accurate to what was prescribed in the label, but who knows. Maybe she's gonna transform into a giant spider mid-battle? Or maybe, half spider?

Oho? I see Saffron is blushing haha. The probability that he might have a crush on Syrah is hilarious to me considering their past. Or maybe it's another plot twist and is just going to be something silly?

Uhh okay I can never understand politic/royalty stuffs so I might need someone to explain this whole parliament thing to me..

LANCE. I BELIEVE IN LANCE. Right now he doesn't have any confidence, but I have hope that when Frederick break in, he's gonna join him.

Okay, allow me to be a Blaine fan real quick:

THAT'S! Those eyes are filled with pain! I can sense it jekwwmw he. I love him okay. This panel gives me hope. I think Maria will at least forgive him a little? Considering her sympathizing expression.

Uh, limoncello is an alcohol, right? Okay limoncello is made of lemon zest. Correct me if I'm wrong because I'm too tired to research. Anyway, lemon peel is highly flammable. So I'm just guessing here. Are they going to make fricking molotov cocktail?! THAT'S SO COOL. But at the same time who in the world knows how to make a molotov cocktail there? Whitney? The old guard? Syrah?

JAMIE AND LEOPOLD IS HERE!! Took them long enough lmao. And this whole time, Jamie knows?? I guess that explains why he never says anything even tho Gwen was thinking about the cpc while making the brownies.

Seeing her reminds me of the theory in discord about how this woman might be Lance's mother because of biological similarities.

I wonder what Isolde is preparing? Maybe something related to that parliament thing?

Ughh that's all for today I'm so sorry but my eyes really hurt right now from all the screen times I'm sorry again uh I'm gonna sleep now.

Mono out! (Not exactly in to hear your thoughts because I'll be asleep but go ahead! I'll read it when I'm awake)

#cursed princess club #cpc

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another-shameless-fangirl · 2 years

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Reap What Was Sown- Chapter 1

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Huge thanks to @amabsis for help and reading as I tortured them for months.

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Summary- Desperate to find their missing son, Jack and Maddie summon Phantom for help as the last one to see Danny alive. Their years of hatred for ghosts have come to a boiling point and Phantom is not cooperating. The hunters will have to try to convince the ghost to bring their son back to them by any means necessary.

Good or bad, at the end of the night, the family will have to reap what they have sown. Happy ending. Tags: Angst with a happy ending, fanon typical torture, no dissection, Danny wants to be Phantom full time, kinda suicidal thoughts if you think about it, electric shock torture, Danny gets a hug, there's a lot of hurting and yelling first though, some blood, No electric torture in the first 2 chapters.

“I don’t think this’ll work, Mads.”

“It has to, honey. If it doesn’t…”

Neither of them filled the silence as work continued on the Fenton Summoning Grid. Jack soldered hot lead into place as Maddie checked that the Arduino was still in place in case it had burned out. She took her time scrutinizing the processor and where it connected to silver wiring. Her goggles whirled as she compared it to the schematics they had worked on furiously. Usually when they had a job like this they would lose themselves in it for days simply making up the time spent and only taking the time to document when significant discoveries and advancements were made. This time, the Fentons knew exactly how long this project had taken them and it was too long.

6 hours, 37 minutes since the moment they had started to sketch the outline.

She pointed to a spot where the silver lines had melted. Her eyes traced where they had run the initial current and not calibrated the regulator leaving some of the fine lines smoking puddles. Jack followed to lay new silver down. It would still work a little smudged in theory but they couldn’t take the risk. She moved on until she was satisfied.

This needed to work.

The setup was based on older techniques for communicating with the dead. It was inspired by primitive practice, but what laid in the center of the lab floor was propelled well into the 21st century with technology. Instead of a pentagram, a complex geometric array was painted on the floor and they had opted to use conductive ink instead of blood to mark their intent. The intricate lines and arrays drawn on the floor would bend the energy in the universe to their will.

Normally there was a sacrifice, an animal or sometimes a human was used in more primitive versions but here they would use what they've learned of the paranormal to do wonders with science instead of blood. The electrical impulses would be provided by wires and circuitry rather than lifeforce and what had long been rumored to be souls.

Finished with the wiring at last, Jack plugged the computer in. Energy flowed through the conduit and lit up the floor illuminating the two circles. Electricity hummed showing off the delicate designs of the protective summoner’s circle under his feet that started a green glow. A mere meter away, another circle glowed with a similar, if lighter glow. Imbued with the silver, the lines more efficiently carried the charge. The current was carrying 15 amps at 600 volts. The baseboard was insulated and oriented along the north-south magnetic access and if their calculations were correct, the attractor node would only work on a scale-7 entity instead of just the closest ghost.

The hunters moved closer both moving inside the summoner's circle together checking the shield. It had been attached to a heavy base built between the protection circle and the summoning grid in case the containment failed.

They willed it not to fail.

If they had time, they could guarantee it succeeded. If they had luck, it would be the right scale-7 entity that appeared and they could finally get some information instead of running around in circles while the police did nothing.

If they just had more time, they could have set it up with lasers for precision and done tests on what little samples they had from the ghost. If they could just hone in on its ecto signature and summon it specifically, could contain it and get answers but they couldn't risk taking that time.

The first 48 hours were the most critical and they had missed it. Their only option was to go outside the box and into the circle.

Jack looked at his wife as she pressed a button on her hood, ready to fight if the field did not hold. If whatever ghost they did manage to catch found a flaw in their tech and tried to escape because they didn’t have any more time, had wasted that precious window, they would neutralize it and try again and again and again.

The couple adjusted their stances keeping behind the shield. Everything was in place.

“Ready?” He asked putting his hand over the switch that would allow power to flow into the grid and activate. A tear in the universe would rip right there, drag the being out of its dimension and hold it. It had to hold it.

They would use the grid over and over if they had to. They would keep rebuilding the fuses and rewire whatever burned out and draw in that intricate design if the ink deteriorated. They would rebuild it again and again until they succeeded even if they had to try all night. They might have to.

Maddie bit her lip and stared at the grid evaluating it. Her mind, whirling at a million miles an hour, went over the materials, the precautions, the adjustments and what if it wasn’t sufficient? What if it failed? It couldn't. Her eyes narrowed.

“It isn’t strong enough, is it?”

Jack sighed and shook his head. “We could test it out? I’ve got an idea about using some-”

“We don’t have time to theorize any more,” Maddie snapped. “We need results, now.” She stepped out of the circle and Jack removed his hand from the switch just in case. The scientist, the mother stalked to the counter and ripped open the first aid kit. She took a lancet from the kit and ripped her glove off with her teeth as her husband followed but it was too late for him to even react. She ripped the sterile packaging apart and with no hesitation and stuck her ring finger on the side of the tip. She hissed then threw the lancet in the direction of the sharps bin. Maddie whirled around holding her hand steady. Her eyes narrowed at the apparatus.

“Hurry!” She demanded and Jack steeled himself. Adding blood to the mix could do several things. It was a traditional way of completing the circuit, grounding it to the human observer but those were stories. In the stories, the blood had worked but the actual how-to were only theories that had no scientific backing and if they just had time-

But they didn’t.

Maddie dashed back to the circle. Jack took hold once again of the switch as Maddie stood barely inside of the circle at the edge just beyond the shield. She squeezed her finger causing the red point to swell and grow.

"Now!" She flicked her hand once and a red bead of blood flung into the grid as Jack hit the switch.

Energy hummed. The single bead of blood flew over the grid then stopped. Ozone began to taint the air and the blood hovered as it caught in the buzzing field. A perfect circle, it drifted to the middle of the grid and hung under the lights while the ink on the floor glowed with electricity. The hair on the back of Jack’s neck stood on end. Overhead the lights flickered.

Something was coming.

They braced behind the failing wall. Ozone and iron tinged the air and a sharpness stung at their eyes even through the goggles. Something shimmered in the middle of the grid dragging up and through the floor. Power buzzed both electric and ectoplasmic combining to light up the circuitry and Jack could only pray that the processor held. Then as if reality had snapped into place, the space changed and it was no longer empty, but no longer holding that single drop of blood.

There in the middle of the grid, safely in the containment, was Phantom.

Green eyes darted back and forth taking in its surroundings. It had been here before, they knew it had. It froze recognizing its surroundings. For a moment no one said anything, too shocked that it had worked and they were able to hold Phantom still at last. It jerked in the direction of the stairs but was halted by the grid, contained successfully.

They didn’t need to celebrate, didn’t need to contemplate what the addition of blood meant and if it had meant success or not. Jack opened his mouth to speak but the words dried on his tongue.

The ghost spun to face them so quickly, unnaturally fast. Its eyes were always so expressive, so big and bright and full of power. When it saw them, it straightened and glared at them.

“Are you kidding me? It’s 2am!”((Or should I stick with “You. What do you want?”))) It complained baring its fangs but not quite threatening to use them yet. The hunters stiffened but stayed calm. They had anticipated anger. Phantom wasn’t used to being locked up and with that power level, it was a feat that they could hold it at all.

Maddie straightened to look at the ghost behind the barrier.

Phantom’s physical form had not changed since first appearing in Amity Park those years ago. Silver hair, that black and silver outfit, the youthful face and green eyes that held less life and more feral emotion than a real human child could show.

“We’re not going to hurt you, Phantom.” She started firmly and immediately got a dismissive laugh.

“Yeah. And I’m running for mayor.” The sarcastic sense of humor was still present when under stress. Phantom could be charming which was probably why the ghost was so popular with the impressionable youth.

“We have questions and you’re going to answer them.” Jack’s stern voice got it to frown and put away those awful teeth.

“Why would I talk to you? Or do I not have a choice?” Phantom asked as it reached out to experimentally poke at the invisible walls. The grid held without even flickering. It frowned deeper and Jack could practically see the gears turning as the ghost tried to put together the pieces and figure out how to escape. Phantom floater higher but jolted back as its head bumped against something about 9 feet up crushing the hair before hitting where the skull should be.

“Because we’re willing to make you a deal." Jack said with a low, authoritative voice. "Anything you want in exchange for information.” He declared and Phantom didn’t even spare them a glance. It floated down head first to check out the symbols drawn on the floor.

“Sure. It was Professor Plum in the Dining Room with the Lead Pipe. I’ll take a check or credit card.” So sarcastic, so irritating. Maddie snapped at him, lashing out with that worried anger lacing it with desperation.

“Anything! Free passage between here and the ghost zone any time you want,” she gestured behind them where the portal had been locked up tight. “We’ll add you to the genetic lock somehow, get you a key, something, then you can come and go as you please!” This way the ghost boy didn’t have to wait for natural portals to appear or hide in the human world conserving its energy. Unless provoked, Phantom wasn’t dangerous but offering it access to the Ghost Zone, to the endless energy it needed to keep its strength up, that would change how it operated in Amity Park. It was a risk, but what choice did they have?

Phantom blinked at that and looked up at the two past the shielding. “That’s a little hilarious actually.” Its smile tightened. “Why would I wanna come here? This town hates me.”

Jack’s stomach dropped. Did the creature not understand what it was being offered?

His jaw tightened as he tried another approach.. “You know that’s not true. You’re powerful, popular, and this whole town has been under your domain since we were taken to the zone a few years ago,” he insisted. “You claimed this territory.”

Phantom slowly twirled in the limited space allowed righting itself. “Maybe I’m giving it back,” it drawled lazily and ice crawled down Jack’s arms. “Even if I wanted to stay, I can just come and go as I please anyway. Great offer. What do you want?”

Maddie stepped forward, nose almost pressing against the shield. Her voice lowered steady and serious even as every muscle in her body tightened.

“We saw you that day. We know you’re the last one to see Danny, our Danny. We need to know where he is.”

Phantom looked at them for a long moment and Jack’s arms prickled, goosebumps rising as the boy appraised them blankly. No emotion, nothing appropriate for such an impassioned plea anyway.

As if the ghost was guarding it’s expression instead of just forgetting to project one, it asked,

“What’s it to you?”

“He’s our son!” Maddie snarled and Phantom blinked. In a horrible moment, an expression formed and a smile grew. It was wrong. It didn’t look happy, it looked tight and forced and so very wrong.

“So you really care about him, huh? It’s been what, 4 days? 5?”

59 hours since they reported him missing. They wrote the time at the top of the police report with a shaky pen. They had tried to remember, to guess and approximate but they couldn’t tell the investigator exactly when they had last actually seen their son.

It had been 11 hours since the same officer had told them there were no leads.

Jack had gone light-headed as the police had explained that they had tried. There was only so much the authorities could do. The first 48 hours of a missing child case were the most crucial and it was possible they had missed the window completely if Danny had been abducted over the weekend.

Maddie had stormed out of the precinct when they suggested he had just run away or was simply hiding out. A 17-year-old boy was prone to leaving on a whim. There was nothing to prove one way or another Danny didn’t just go to a concert for the week or on a trip with his oddly quiet friends. What if he just went to see his sister at Yale and forgot to tell them? They had called Jazz immediately but she calmly told them that Danny was probably fine. She hadn’t heard from her brother but was very quick to get off the phone with them once she got the news. She was probably trying to keep calm, trying to call his phone which only went to voicemail every time they called it.

As the hunters drove back to the house, they had come to a conclusion. Danny would never run away, never leave without telling them. Sure he had been more withdrawn from them, but that’s what teenagers did. They didn’t see him as much since Fenton Works was always working on new patents and Danny was always doing some kind of after school activity or overnight study. The poor boy was always so tired when they actually saw him at the breakfast table.

That was why they had to look for him themselves. Something had happened to their boy. Sweet, clumsy little Danny was somewhere helpless and afraid. That was why they went home and went straight to the lab, working all night on something that would summon them their only hope, a witness.

Maddie’s dry throat worked before she opened her mouth.

“Please.” Desperation leaked into her voice but that only caused the smile to grow.

“Please what? You wanna know what’s up with Danny Fenton and then you’ll let me go?” Phantom almost sounded amused behind the humming wards and summoning grid.

Jack’s hands tightened into fists and Maddie slammed her hand against the green shielding. The sound was dull in the tense quiet and she cried,

“You tell us where he is right now, you creep!”

That terrible smile morphed until those fangs poked out. The expression was so wrong on that young face.

“Easy,” Phantom chirped and for a moment, they believed they would finally have an answer. Their boy was safe. Somewhere warm and dry, fed and ready to come home.

But that smile grew,

“Danny Fenton is dead.”

And Jack and Maddie Fenton’s heart dropped at once.

Art by @arisu-artnfics Thank you thank you thank you!!!

#invisobang 2022 #ASF Writes #ASF Wrote a Thing #Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Fan Art #So thrilled right now #links #ao3

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Question entirely on a whim - classpect the comicrew, go!

CLAPS MY HANDS TOGETHER LETS FUCKIN GOOO

i also have jaeris, joanna, erin, and allen bc sburb aus delight me i also have chumhandles, i can share those if you like

also i assume you want reasoning

Linkara: Knight of Mind. Hes such a knight of my god like insisting your fine when you arent? absolute knight behavior. i chose mind because one of my favorite aspects of linkara is hes like. the kind of character who needs to have a plan for everything which is usually a bad guy trait and is a trait you see in a lot of neurodivergent ppl so its nice to see in The Hero

but yeah a knight of mind would use logic and thinking as a weapon which linkara really enjoys doing

90s Dude: Mage of Hope

hope players represent! (im seer of hope!) but yeah hope is a broad term bc like lots of things can inspire it, hope plays typically have something they're really passionate about, something that sparks that ability to believe and like i dont have to say what 90's dude's is. he wears his passions on his sleeves, he gave us "more radical, less sadicle", the stuff that hes passionate about is his strength. mages are kinda like seers except less direct? instead of sharing knowledge to help the team they have this very personal, intuitive understanding of their aspect and how to wield it. fits the sleepwalker arc p damn well

Harvey: Prince of Time

every time i have to make a character i love a prince like i know you'd hate these pants im sorry

but ok i knew harvey would be a time player bc time is associated with music and death, two things that are very relevant to harvey as a character. i think i settled on this bc i saw a quote on pintrest "not living, just killin time" and harvey was the character i was fixated on that week. princes destroy their aspect/are destroyed by their aspect/destroy with their aspect. so if you wanna put a less gloomy spin on this you can go with "making up for lost time"

also i rarely get to have a session that has both a time and space player and thus isn't automatically doomed, which brings me to

Linksano: Seer of Space

multiverse and green. also seer fit since his official job on the team is science consultant like, he uses his knowledge of the multiverse to help his friends

Jaeris: Thief of Void

THIS IS ANOTHER MEAN ONE like thief bc of him stealing magic weapons BUT ALSO thief's tend to have a "my way is definitely the correct way of accomplishing this goal" and it bites them in the ass. i saw a theory i take whith a grain of salt but its basically void players tend to have their perspective skewed by some personal bias

and meanest of all

jaeris gets nothing. thieves take their aspect for themself. void is nothing. jaeris gained nothing. im so sorry space cowboy u make it too easy

Joanna: Witch of Doom

AW YEAH I GET TO TOUCH ON MY HEADCANONS ABOUT WHAT JOANNA IS LIKE

so doom is destiny, fate that cannot be changed. but this often represented by computer code/coding (which fits so neatly into the at4w 'verse tbh)

witches manipulate their aspect

now of course we know joanna sees the tapestry of fate and pulls out a seam ripper

but i also headcanon joanna is a cool gamer hacker babe who likes computers/ai/robots/ect. she and jaeris are a steampunk/cyberpunk power couple. also i like to think think by giving her one of the most OP classpects i'm making up for her lack of screen time

Erin: Rouge of Light

rouges allocate their aspect to help the team, light is luck, fortune, and fate that can be changed. fits Miss "Technically I was always your friend. Just in very weird and roundabout ways." who was introduced stealing the magic coin

Allen: Page of Life

im not gonna lie allen is mostly here so we have an even number of players. im sorry allen fans

i dont actually have a gt for mark bc linkara needs a strife specibus

and we cant have marksprite because PLEASE DO NOT PROTOTYPE THE EXTREMELY POWERFUL MAGIC WEAPON

#I WROTE THIS WHILE EATING BREAKFAST SORRY IF ITS BARELY COHERENT #words to people #silikat

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I agree with you that the show is bad in terms of writing and characterization, and probably i won't even watch the next season, but if I'm being honest you seem to hate the show so much why are you still searching for posts related to the show and respond to it if it's bother you this much?

FIRST

I don't actively or habitually search for the show or anything related to it in Tumblr with the purpose of fighting with others or proving how smart I am.

I do reblog with corrections, counterarguments, or praise if I feel strongly enough about what's being said AND if I have the energy

posts about it pop up in my feed in the "Based on what you liked!" list because I don't block their tags

OR I get asks about the show's characters and/or writing.

I write of the main experience I have to write against the claim that I "search" for HotD posts as if it is a continuous action. This is what usually happens. And the person sending the asks about HotD are usually those who only ever watched the show and never read the books, are antis, or have skimmed the books and read the wikis instead of actually doing some independent thought and deeper research with comparative analyses.

It is less common/rare for me to begin a discussion from an original green stans or an avid HotD lover. *EDIT* Now, as of 2023, there are asks with links to posts by others (mostly made by green stans) that the asker asks me to consider/think about and respond. I mostly respond to those already responding to others or to those who make comments and reblogs of my own posts, like what happened in my Sansa POST and one Daemon/Nettles POST.

I’m saying, anon, that it could be a lot worse. I could become a greater menace to others on this blog than you presently think.

SECOND

Before I started writing original posts or answers to asks, I collected various team black and team green posts, and I still do so today. Why? Because I actually wanted/still want to know the arguments each team makes. Because in general, I like and want to hear how people think about things.

I came to Tumblr wanting to collect posts and make a blog I can use to reference material and arguments but still have more personal freedoms to do this. (Which is also why I refuse to put “anti” tags just for the sake of “politeness”.)

I basically want to make my blog a reference point thus I will force myself to add stuff about HotD/greens’ opinions as much as I can stomach.

I want to know what logic they present, where does it fall short, what maybe-good points they make, how much they actually know about history, human psychology -- how much I know and need to know about somethings after reading, etc.

Which is related and goes into my next reason....

THIRD

It’s not a matter of superficial “like” and “dislike”. The show “bothers” me more than a matter of bad writing and bad characterization.

After watching the show, you get more people feeling justified by their already existing illiteracy/refusal to learn (beyond their conservatism) and their theories about the canon material. (POST).

You even get people mixing up the show’s events and portrayals and changes with the canon, thus there are people out there with ideas of what this story/part of the Westerosi history is about when they are simply ill-informed or dead wrong.

It’s twisting the narrative, checking all the boxes, to make it more “modern”, “palatable” to performative activism, or/and (thus) make it a lot more marketable to more people. To follow up and revitalize the fervor for the horrid ending of GoT (which was itself sexist as hell) without actually keeping the substance and philosophical/political weight of the original story that lets us know the greens were the unequivocal villains.

Here are a few reblogs/posts/articles by me and others about the actors, marketability, how HotD fails at some things, etc.: POST, POST (you can go to the “performative activism” part), POST, POST, POST, POST (you should really get into this one, it begins to explain how the writing itself doesn’t support accountability), POST, POST, POST, POST, POST, POST (this one talks about Hollywood and Rhaenyra and feminism). Your choice to read all or a few or none.

And after listening to the “neutrals” AND what non “neutrals” say about “neutrals” (of both teams), I found that there is no such thing as a “neutral” unless you really never or never watched/read any ASoIaF product and thus have no existing opinion about its themes and characters and events. But then you’re not a fan, you’re just someone who knows the fandom exists.

Unless you are like the former brideoffires (Tumblr)/starlight and seafoam (Twitter), who looks at the F&B characters--esp Rhaenyra--as set up to Dany's story and recognize the larger composite picture of misogyny-leads-to-great conflict/Dany-is-the-fixture (to put it very simply).

When you read about the Dance and if you know anything about civil wars and how/why they happen, you should know that you can almost never philosophically or ideologically not pick or at least favor a side. It’s nearly impossible once we are acquainted with why the sides are fighting and the historical details of how this civil conflict happened in the first place, specifically when one side has done nothing to the other before, nor present any true, future threat. Of course things change, as they do in the Dance where the sides commit war crime after war crime & lose more of their own kids, but it was very clear the greens began it through the sexist usurpation to gain power for themselves; they also had little to actually fear from either Rhaenyra or any lord if she had ascended peacefully.

Again, unless we don't know, we can't fully care, and once you start actually caring, then you take a side and form strong opinions. In civil wars, there exists hatred or the need for dominance within the territory itself and it usually comes from a particular background that cannot be ignored but can also be messy and conflicting.

Plus, I found that most of the neutrals (not all, one still has to listen to why one says they are "neutral") are really people who think the greens are in the moral right, are the “fun” and “better-developed” characters, or are the more politically savvy. Yet also refuse to look any deeper to see how their arguments make no sense for the story the show rips off of. Basically, team-greeners who refuse or don’t know they are wearing the cape, or are trying to hide it to make team blackers look stupid or get one on them and seem “reasonable” while actually trying to push forward this narrative of “soft femininity wins all”, conservatism, conformity, patriarchy, etc.

This following is only in the observation that there are sympathy-changes made for them while the blacks and Rhaenyra are not only similarly dumbed down but also the writers have been trying to assign them certain negative traits or behaviors that can't be feasible as to what we understand them before the show existed.

HotD is actually fostering that sort of bullshit with its refusal to:

**(in context of the next 3 pts.)**Alicent and Aemond as they are: entitled, sexist, classist, blood purist people who intentionally attack and target Rhaenyra for the sake of power and male privilege

working behind the faux romance/friendship of Rhaenicent.

dumbing Rhaenyra down, watering her passion down

removing almost every character's accountability or drive for power (female for this one) by making them more reactive than active and even then there not much of a substantial or meaningful reaction

sexistly making Alicent a dumber and more sexually abused version of herself, giving all of her accomplishments or actions to her father, Otto. Benevolent sexism.

Thus I cannot ignore the show or its glaring faults. It has such popularity and influence over how people think about women, children, who deserves what and how/why, and how people express themselves and live with such cognitive dissonance, that I feel I have to say something against it. Even if it’s a dumb Tumblr post.

#asoiaf asks to me #hotd comment #fandom commentary #hotd fandom #asoiaf fandom #hotd neutrals #anti neutrality #hotd #house of the dragon #asoiaf

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💖Now that I have some followers who cannot escape my feed and are forced to listen to me, I will rank my top 5 ships from Black Bulter from Worst to Best and explain why I placed them there. BTW my opinion is 100% correct, AND no, I do not take criticism. Buckle up your seat belts because this will be a long ride, and no, we're not gonna stop; you should have gone to the bathroom before we left. Now sit back, relax and HAVE FUN, EVERYONE!!!! 💖

5. Vincent & Madam Red

Aesthetically this couple is fantastic. Betrayal, drama, jealousy, and forbidden love. There's a reason why blue and red are often paired together. PRIME COLOURS, BABY. That's what the kids call colour theory 😎. ANWAY, this is the Angelica Schuyler (work, work) and Alexander Hamilton (lol, you defiantly threw away your shot) ship of the Black Butler community. Even the name Angelina looks and sounds similar to Angelica. They are a bisexual dream of "may I have a side of step on me" 👞👡. They would have been that couple. Yet, I gotta rate them at number five because even though they would be slaying it together (literally and figuratively *very clever jack the ripper and watchdog joke*🔪), it does reduce the intelligent and independent Madam Red into an "uwu notice me sempai" girl. She gets turned from girl boss (affectionate) into girl boss (unaffectionate). Like GURL, I know he is bad, but you are a Miranda in a world full of Nates. The Devil wears Prada because he has taste👠. He's not worth trying to stab an eye-patched child over.

7/10 - if I was Angelina, I would have poured red wine over Rachel's wedding dress because I'm petty like that👰🍷.

4. Mey-Rin & Ronald Knox

I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE THINKING🧠. That's right, I'm telepathic AF. Call me Anya 2.0. "Didn't they only interact once?" Yes, and your point? I could sense the chemistry and potential oozing like a warhead from that singular interaction. When Mey-Rin said that was the first time she ever got hit on, I was shocked and appalled because that girl is a hot warrior queen 👑like some Victorian Hippolyta. If I was shot by Mey-Rin, I would thank her because that meant she noticed little ol' me. Ronald (lol nerd) may *technically* be a dead sociopathic playboy, but underneath all that, he is also a clumsy idiot with some pretty snazzy fighting skills like a certain maid ;)). They both rock the sexy geeky🤓 look, AND Mey-Rin deserves to be swept away by a man who understands the struggle of trying to impress your superior (and failing horribly) while cleaning out blood stains🩸. They are number four because I vaguely get some The Mister by E.L James vibes, which makes me break out in a cold sweat 😷🤢if I think about it for too long. Plus, they did only interact once. God, imagine having Grell as a mother-in-law.

7.5/10 - Call me captain because Imma go down with the ship like the Campania that brought these virgins together⚓.

3. Ciel & Sieglinde

Bubala, I want to get this out of the way before we proceed. I'm no Humbert Humbert. Miss me with that ❌Lolita❌ shit (although it's a fantastic book, shout out to my lad Nabokov). When I ship kids, it's in an "it would be cute in the future" way. I don't expect a thirteen-year-old and ten-year-old actually to date. Kapeesh? Anyway, this is also not a reflection of Elizabeth as a character. We can all agree that their relationship was doomed the minute Lizzy discovered that OCiel wasn't RCiel and proceeded to have one of the worst reactions possible™. She tried to kill Sebastian, ran away from home, and let a TEENAGER get arrested because she got Parent Trapped. Girl, you even knew he was innocent but go off sis🙄💅. You know, ✨everyday rich girl things✨. Sieglinde, our little green witch, adores Ciel for who is truly is, not the broken-down actor carrying around his brother's ghost. Our scientist saw OCeil at his lowest point and still came to respect him. She also was tricked by him but didn't try to get him arrested, so...🙄💅. I'm more of an On the grind 💪 appreciator than a girl boss, manipulate gaslight type. Gotta love a spider leg, girl.

Unlike Elizabeth, who has dealt with tragedy from a distance (and don't get me wrong, she hasn't had an easy ride. It's just more psychological/self-inflicted), Ciel and Sieglinde, these two pipsqueaks have been through hell and back but came out stronger. In short, they can relate to each other's pain more than others their age. Plus, she's super adorable and a genius who can keep up (and outsmart) Ciel and is unafraid to be herself. They might not win in a leg race, but they will destroy you on a chessboard♟️. The best girl in town deserves the worst boy in London 😈.

8/10- Don't witches 🧙‍♀️ love the devil or whatever? Hocus Pocus girl and contract boy can fangirl over the same demon together. Fandom goals

2. Diedrich & Vincent

Ah, Hello again, Vincent. You have shown up on this list more than the actual Manga. Anyway, WHEN I SAW THE PANEL, THE ONE WITH "THE DAYS SPENT WITH YOU ARE BURNED INTO A MEMORY," I WANTED TO CRY. OMFG. I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖. They look so sweet together there🥺. I'm a bitch for dark English academia shit because I am basic AF. Like, don't come at me. I know dark academia has a somewhat problematic history, but Imma keep shoving it down my throat like how Diedrich shoves down those sandwiches😏. The relationship between Vincent and Diedrich is so angsty that I need some rain boots because it's pouring tears out here. Even years after Vincent dies, Diedrich remains loyal to him and tries to save his child (in his "I hate you but I serectly love you" way).

Now I can hear you exclaim, "well, Vincent basically enslaved German boy as his brother-servent thing," but let me tell you, if he wanted out, he could have just stayed in Germany, but that Guten Tag man kept visiting that fine British ass until the day that fine Britsh ass was burnt to a crisp. Vincent was hot until the day he died🔥. Diedrich even keeps a picture of their time together and thinks of it fondly, despite Vicent treating him like a lapdog. THIS MAN DIDN'T EVEN GET MARRIED!!!! WAS IT BECAUSE HE WAS TOO BUSY WITH VINCENT🤔🤔🤔???? Probably not, but for my sake, I will say yes. If Lana Del Ray's music was a couple, it would be this one. They are at number two because as much I love them, there is one ship I adore a bit more. Plus, Vincent has so many side pieces that I don't trust him to stay in a monogamous relationship.

8.5/10 - I wish I knew WHY Vincent chose Rachel over these icons. Like girl, we have no beef, but I need to understand how you collared Vincent🐕‍🦺.

1. Sebastian & Agni

HAHAHA, YOU MUST OF ALL KNOWN MY (DE)MAN WOULD HAVE TO BE A PART OF MY NUMBER ONE PAIR!!!! Oooooh, the scene where Sebastian said that Agni was the first person to ever call him a friend👌👌👌. Sebastian's first friend. Think about that. The AMOUNT OF ADMIRATION they had for one another. This is Sebastian "lol, humans are bugs I like to burn with my magnifying glass" Michaelis, who respects nothing but himself (and cats). Yet, he believed Agni to be an "exemplary butler" who lived up to his ~asethics~ and Agni, the literal right hand of Kali, reached out (no pun instead) to a DEMON and saw something worth appreciating.

Sebastian even listened to his advice over Ciel's. His master and meal ticket. The guy he signed the bloody contract with. That's like if your lawyer turned to the opposition and said, "they make a fair point, and I agree my client is in the wrong." Like WHAT???? Seb values Agni's advice. A human. In Yana's own words, a species he views as nothing more than a cluster of pests. At best, they're amusing, like how a kid keeps an ant farm. Yet, Agni is different. Here the grasshopper has become the master🙇.

Their potential stepdad AUs were just up my ally. FOUND FAMILY ADMIRES UNITE! But I gotta admit, as much I love Soma, I would give him up for adoption if he was my kid. I can't deal with that level of extra. At the very least, he would go to theatre camp for the entire summer and boarding school, as is tradition for most rich British families. See, I'm not totally heartless😘! Talking about heartlessness, don't even get me started on Agni's death scene because I will ugly cry. When Sebastian dirtied himself with Agni's blood, even tho we all know that prissy bitch is more protective over his clothes than a runway model😔✊. That was the most upset we had ever seen him (outside of almost losing his son Ciel), and he seemed at least happy Agni died in peace. I doubt Sebastian can genuinely mourn, but now at least, he has double reason to hate Undertaker.

In Conclusion, I just think they are neat.

9.5/10- YASS KING, WHISPER YOUR DEMON SHIT WHILE HE PRAYS TO KALI!!! However, I can't give this a perfect score because one half is dead, and I do not support necrophilia💀. I hope we get Ciel and Sebastian explaining to Soma that they did not kill his daddy and, in fact, were planning a family vacay🏖️. I swear to god, if they have Soma work with RCiel, Imma flip my lid like a fucking kettle. Overall, they would have been couple goals💏.

#LONG POST BITCHES #Black butler ships #🛳️🛳️🛳️#kuroshitsuji #black butler #text post #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #mey rin #agni #agniseb #vincent phantomhive #madam red

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