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talzane · 2 years

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Since I've listed the pros and cons of Danyal Al'Ghul vs Daniel Kyle and decided that Daniel Kyle is superior, here's the Danyal Al'Ghul story.

A silver and green half-track, built on the frame of an RV, screeched into the parking lot as the sun set, a trail of dust behind it slowly drifting in the wind. Its bottom half was caked in mud, the green, comet-like logo branded with a darker, green 'F' just barely above the filth. The driver and passenger doors exploded open, violently spewing mud in all directions, as a massive, day-glo orange neoprene wearing man catapulted his bulk from the driver's side and a much smaller, feminine figure clad in a teal, neoprene jumpsuit with its hood pulled over her head flipped out of the passenger seat. Both skidded to a halt facing the worn, dirty warehouse they'd come for.

"Ready, Mads?" The jolly, orange giant called.

"Always ready to catch some ghosts, Jack."

"Fenton Family Ghost Hunting Taskforce, move in!" In dramatically quiet, but nonetheless obvious, fashion, the obnoxiously orange man and his blue suited, red goggled wife unlimbered their respective bazookas and crept towards the door of the warehouse.

When they reached the door, they both posed, Maddie dramatically chose to crouch as low as possible with her feet spread wide apart, her bazooka held in one hand while the other hand grasped the door handle to open it. Jack chose to pose like an action figure next to the door; his bazooka was held diagonally across his body, his...large chest thrust forward, his shoulders back, and an idiotically serious look was plastered on his face.

Maddie opened the door as quietly as possible, the door creaked loudly like nails on a chalk board, and then, when the door was fully open, red lights burst into being inside the warehouse and a warning klaxon sounded. Jack stuck his head inside the doorframe to see what ghosts awaited them and rapidly ducked back behind the doorframe. Dozens of arrows whistled through the space where his head had been moments before.

"We've got a ghost, Maddie!"

"Ja--"

"CHARGE!" Jack put action to words and heaved himself through door, bazooka first, behind a shield of green fire from the mouth of his Fenton Bazooka. Maddie, less enthusiastically, followed her enthusiastic husband.

The interior of the warehouse was dark, lit intermittently by the flashing of the warning lights, but it was so loud that a normal person would have gone hoarse attempting to be heard over the cacophony of klaxons and sirens wailing. For Jack, he would only need to use his indoor voice.

The interior of the warehouse was filled with wooden crates, pallets, metal bins, and high shelves of industrial quality, but there didn't seem to be any people or ghosts inside. Maddie and Jack continued in the warehouse, they were certain there were ghosts inside. Nobody would ever lie to their tip-line, after all.

Jack lead them through the apparently emtpy warehouse, "Show yourself, spook! You've bothered innocent people long enough!"

Maddie pressed her left hand to her forehead, he'd just given up any surprise they'd had left.

The sirens, alarms, and klaxons fell silent as the echoes of her husband's demand faded. "I am not a ghost. Are you a blimp, orange man?" The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere.

Jack puffed up even further as he craned his neck, attempting to locate the spirit, "I am *not* a *blimp*!"

Maddie jumped to her husband's aid, he was ever so terrible at banter, "Show yourself, ghost! You've haunted this place long enough!"

A confused chuckled reached their ears, "You aren't welcome here, humans. Leave my lair now, or I will destroy you."

Jack fired and arcing barrage of green blasts towards the direction the chuckle emanated from, "Take that!" They watched each shot splash off the shelves and rafters near the roof, Jack had missed.

The chuckle came back in force, "That wasn't even close, fat man," the voice turned malevolent, "My turn." Small, black balls whistled in from out of the darkness and landed at Jack and Maddie's feet.

Jack's boat horn of a laugh sounded for a second, "Ha! You miss--" the balls exploded, clouding the area in smoke.

Feet slapped against the ground, and something darted through the smoke. Jack fired at it, but it was already gone. The shadow darted back in, trailing something that glinted dully in the smokey haze.

"Jack! Look out!" Maddie called as she leaped in front of her husband, the collapsible Fenton Machete in hand. Maddie clashed with the shadow's silver whisp, and they circled each other; Maddie's machete darted in and out of the ghost's space, her blade a whirlwind of efficiency, but each strike was countered by that dastardly spook's silver whisp. Jack attempted to circle Maddie to line up a shot on the ghost, but for every step he took, the shade moved too, successfully keeping Maddie between it and Jack.

The repeated, rapid movements of Maddie and shadow began to clear the smoke, and as it dissipated, the ghost disappeared again. "A challenge, unexpected, but not unwelcome. Why do you hang around that buffoon when you could be so much more?"

"I'll never be a ghost!" Maddie retorted.

"We will see, blue woman."

"Think it left," Jack inquired.

"For now, it'll be back."

The duo continued to scan the warehouse, but quickly reached the back wall. "Look at this!"

Maddie turned her back on the open space of the warehouse, "What is it J-- Is that a detonator?"

Jack slapped on his best, oafish grin, "Want to test our theory of ghost dependence on the stability of their lair?"

Maddie's face twisted into a grin, "It *would* be a good experiment; great idea hon--" she cut off at a most unexpected sound. A baby's wails just barely reached her ears, "Do you hear that?"

"It's probably just a trick from that spook!"

"What if it isn't? We can't kill a baby, Jack," so Maddie continued to hunt the baby with Jack dogging her steps, grumbling about no good specters.

"Stay away from there!" Resounded from the rafters, drawing fire from Jack. "I will destroy you, leave my lair!"

"I'm not leaving a child with a ghost!" Maddie called out.

Whistling arrows rained from the air, Maddie rolled and flipped her way behind a crate as the arrows pinged off the concrete floor. Jack ducked behind a larger-than-Jack crate and looked to Maddie who met his eyes, "Get the baby, I'll handle this spook."

Jack darted in the direction of the cries as Maddie stepped out from behind the crates with her machete drawn, "Come on, dazzle me!" Smoke bombs rained from above, each shattered on the hard floor to unleash their smoke.

Jack looked back as he ran for the baby, the last he saw of Maddie was her small form standing in defiance of a dark ghost as a cloud of smoke writhed around her, growing higher and higher till it engulfed her teal form.

Maddie faced into the cloud and closed her eyes, listening to a voice from long ago, her sensei.

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"But Sensei, I can't see!"

"When you close off one sense, all the others are heightened; what do you hear, what do you feel? Listen, feel the ground, the air around you. You can fight, even if you cannot see. Just do, don't think."

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Maddie raised her machete to her left; she heard and felt the clang of metal on metal as the "ghost's" blade bit into hers. "You'll have to be faster than that," and she exploded into action.

The shadow she fought darted in and out of range, targeting the hand holding her machete, but every step, every breath, every swish of its blade carried to her perfect ears. Maddie answered each blow and each step as though she were dancing.

"This isn't possible!" Her opponent called out.

"This isn't over yet," Maddie answered the kidnapper, "Let me show you what's possible." Then, Maddie attacked.

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Jack found an area cordoned off from the rest of the warehouse by a wall of thick blankets, and he entered. Inside, he found a room centered around a wheeled cart supporting a plastic bin holding a small, wrinkled infant. The baby truly was an infant; Jack remembered how Jazz, his daughter, looked when she'd been born and when they'd been allowed to take her home, and to him, this baby appeared to be only a few days old. A few days old an already stolen by a ghost.

A foul smell reached Jack's nose, but not one that needed changing; Jack followed his nose to an area outside the blankets. The office he followed the smell to was empty for the most part, but held two corpses, a man and a woman, each covered in their own blood and holding the other; the baby's parents. His face twisted in anger, *darn Spooks!*

He ran back to the baby and scooped the infant into his arms, "I've got ya, buddy; let's get out of here, okay?" The baby fell silent, staring at Jack. Jack started back towards the way he'd come in, but came face to face with the smoke cloud his wife was in. The clash of metal, snarls of anger, and the stamp of feet echoed out from the impassive, dark cloud. "You get 'em, honey," Jack whispered, hoping she'd be okay.

Jack and the baby circled the cloud of smoke, which led Jack back to the detonator. Still filled with anger from the sight of the baby's family, Jack tucked the infant into one of his massive pockets and began to work on the detonator.

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In the center of the smoke, a clear space had emerged centered on the battle between Maddie and the assassin. "You're no ghost."

"Took you long enough." The darkly wrapped figured dashed towards Maddie again, and was again repulsed with a wall of steel and muscle.

They circled each other, watching for the slightest opening. Maddie took one step back, then another, slowly approaching the veil of smoke. The assassin snarled when he saw what she was doing, "You won't escape!"

"Try to stop me," Maddie sassed and then disappeared into the smoke.

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Jack began to nervously scan the area around him, the sounds of battle had stopped, but he hadn't heard anything to tell him who won. *Please let it be Mads.* His hands continued a moment longer, and then he looked at his handiwork, "Done!"

Jack slung his bazooka over his back, removed the infant from his pocket, and made to leave the warehouse, just like Maddie said.

Halfway to the exit, he heard a snarl and spun, facing up, to see the darkly wrapped ghost with its glowing, green eyes dropping towards him, blade poised to end Jack's life. Jack froze, and the blade kept coming closer and closer; time seemed to slow down. There were so many things Jack still wanted to do, but there was so little time left.

A teal blur crashed into the ghost and carried them through a line of shelves and back into the red-lit darkness. The two had barely made a sound, and Jack had never felt so out of his depth; Jack was loud, but this battle was silent; Jack was bright, even his jumpsuit was day-glo orange, but this was a fight in the shadows; Jack hefted the infant and continued to bustle towards the door.

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Maddie and the assassin crashed into the ground and flipped apart, her smaller stature belied their matched skill. "Stay away from my husband."

"You should have stayed away from the babe, now you must both die."

Their blades clashed, each blade covered in bite marks and scratches. Maddie's red goggles glared into the assassin's green goggles, then she rammed her shin into his thigh, eliciting a grunt from the ferocious man. She tried again, but his free hand dashed out, grabbed her shoulder, and flipped her through the air.

Maddie landed lightly on her feet, knees bent to absorb the shock and met the goggles of her enemy. "Still not dazzled, come on!"

"Where's your husband going, Mrs. *Fenton*?" Maddie froze, "Did you really think slapping your name on everything wouldn't give you away? You can't hide from us, you might as well die now."

Her eyes narrowed and her feet adjusted, "No, now *you* have to die." Maddie attacked.

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Jack huffed as he ran through the doors and towards the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, infant in tow. "Almost there, bud," he wheezed, "Almost," he panted, "there." Jack hauled the passenger door open and laid the baby on the seat. Jack rested with one arm on the doorframe, the other on the door, and his eyes on the baby he'd just saved, "You okay, boy? I'm sure Maddie will be out in a minute."

Jack waited. He felt like he'd waited an eternity, but he waited longer. Maddie would be out, she'd make it, she'd win. She was a Fenton, Fentons don't lose to ghosts.

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Maddie continued to back away as the assassin flooded towards her, his blade a whirlwind of destruction. She parried, waiting for an opening, but they'd both learned too much about the other to leave any; whoever made the first mistake would die.

As she backed into an open space littered with pallets and crates, Maddie began to feel fear; if she looked behind her, she'd die, but if she didn't look behind her, she'd walk into something and die. Maddie waited for the assassin to slash towards her neck again and helped the blade along its trajectory with her own before rolling past the assassin and lunging from her crouch towards his head.

The assassin rolled under lunge away from her. When he faced her, he had his back to the room of crates and tripping hazards. Her face twisted in a feral grin, "Now, you die."

She carefully drove the assassin towards obstacle after obstacle, each time he tried to get behind her to return the favor, she drove him back yet again with further, skilled aggression. Her machete was pitted and dented, but it was built for hacking through branches, brush, and whatever else. The assassin wasn't so lucky; his blade was thin, deadly, but not meant for intense, drawn-out combat.

The assassin backed himself into a tall crate, and with no other choice, he lunged at Maddie. Maddie swept his blade to the side, stepped forward, grabbed his hilt with her free hand, and rammed her machete into the back of his blade as she yanked his hilt higher. The assassin headbutted her, and she stumbled back, but she'd already won.

Sensing an opening from her stumble, the assassin attacked; every slash, every thrust, every movement he made, she defended the same way. She hammered the center of his sword with her machete.

"Getting lazy?" The assassin mocked.

"No, you?"

They crashed into each other yet again. Maddie blew past the assassin's guard and threw him to the ground. A metallic snap echoed through the chamber. He flipped to his feet and back into his guard, but with only half his sword.

Maddie smiled sweetly at the assassin, "Size isn't everything, sweetie, but I think you're going to need to compensate."

"Still enough here to kill you."

"Oh honey, that's where you're wrong." Maddie attacked, and without his long blade, she was much closer. Every attack he tried, she countered.

Desperate to finish her before she succeeded at chopping his hands off, the assassin switched from a double, forehanded hold to a single, backhanded grip. Maddie scoffed, "Really?"

The assassin parroted her words from earlier, "Come on, dazzle me!"

Maddie rushed forward, but so did the assassin. At first, Maddie fell back, surprised by the efficiency of his attacks, but that didn't last. The green goggled assailant was predictable, so Maddie lunged into the opening he created. Her machete hack down into the assassin's skull as pain exploded in her side. With great effort, Maddie crunched her machete out of the assassin's head, glared into his goggles, and embedded her machete in his neck. She hacked at it again; again; and again until it fell free from his corpse, then she finally looked down.

The hilt of the katana protruded from her left side just below her ribs. Maddie left it in, it was the only thing stopping her from bleeding out. Her finger limply gripped the machete, her hand afire with pain from the protracted duel, as she stumbled towards the exit.

Maddie pressed her left hand to her ear, "Jack, can you hear me?"

"You betcha, Baby! Where's the ghost? Did you get it? Are you alright?"

She gritted her teeth against the pain in her side, "The 'ghost' is dealt with, Jack. When I'm out, I want you blow up the building."

"But why? If you got the ghost..."

"There will be more if we don't, Jack. Just trust me."

"Will do, roger, see you soon, over, Baby!"

Maddie pushed the warehouse door open with her full weight, then squared her shoulders as much as possible, and walked towards Jack, who was standing outside the GAV.

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Jack took in the sight of his wife walking towards him. The left side of her suit from the waist down was covered in her blood, she had a sword sticking out of her side, her suit was torn in various places, her right goggle was cracked, she had an incredibly dented, bloody machete in her right hand, but she was alive. Jack reached inside the GAV and pressed the red button.

The warehouse exploded behind Maddie, who didn't even flinch as it burst into a million pieces. The dust cloud from the concussive wave billowed around her torn, wounded figure.

Finally, she reached him, "Let's go home, Jack."

Jack tenderly wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her, "There's a sword sticking out of you, baby. Let's deal with that, and *then* go home."

Maddie dazedly smiled at him, "Okay."

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The sun had risen while they were tending to Maddie's wounds. Jack glanced over at Maddie in the passenger seat, holding their new baby, "Do you think ghosts will come after him again, Mads?"

Maddie hummed and her brow knitted with worry, "I don't know, Jack, but we'd better be prepared. No ghosts are going to take our son from us."

"What should we name him? Davey?"

"No," she looked into the baby's eyes, "Danny. Danny Fenton," the baby giggled, "I think he likes it, Jack."

Jack grumbled, "Fine, but it's still a silly name."

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Talia al'Ghul, daughter of the Demon Head, member of the League of Shadows, screamed in heartbroken, incandescent rage at the ruins of the warehouse, "WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS MY BABY!?"

"It's for you," the assassin nearest her handed her a communicator.

Talia looked into the communicator, "What is it, Father?"

The aged visage of her father glared back at her, "The child is lost, either to the inferno or our enemies, and there is nothing to be done at this time. Your son will not have survived in any regard. Return to base immediately, Wayne has become difficult during your absence, and I need you to control him." Right, Bruce Wayne, her beloved, the father of the lost child she wasn't permitted to tell him she was pregnant with in the first place. Now she had to return without their child. "Do not tell him of what has transpired here, it will not help."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dp au #jack and maddie #maddie fenton #dc x dp #jack fenton #talia al ghul

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f3mcelbambi · 2 months

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okay what if i have a massive glo up in like 3 months and then anam can see what she’s missing and then i can show her all the love not even alessia could give her

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thiswasinevitableid · 7 months

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Kepler Kreeps (Indruck)

The winner of the "sweet more than scary" prompt poll was: You and I are both haunted house actors and tonight is a slow night

Duck’s tent is covered in blood.

Fake blood, but still. If he ever needed an excuse to buy one he hasn’t had since 1998, this is his chance.

His room is one of the darkest, with only a tipped over lantern in the corner and glo-strips to help people safely find their way through. Squinting at his watch, he sees there’s still two hours to go before they close.

“Shoulda brought a card game or something.” He whispers.

No response from the darkness across from him.

“‘Drid? Hey, mothman, don’t conk out on me now!”

There’s a sharp trill and then two, red eyes glow in the corner, “Oh dear, I was trying so hard not to fall asleep. If it’s any consolation, we will not be seeing another group for at least fifteen minutes. Not to mention the screams from Minerva’s scene would have woken me up.”

“True.” They’ve been using the alarm from his friend’s alien abduction sequence as their cue to get in position. After all, they want Kepler’s one and only haunted house to be worth the ticket.

Duck had worked with Kepler Kreeps a few times, usually when they were short volunteers and needed an extra zombie or ghost. The profits always went to the youth center, and Duck liked the chance to goof off a bit. So when he got back from Brazil in need of ways to get back into the swing of things in Kepler, volunteering for this year’s haunted house was a no-brainer.

He’d been surprised to find Indrid seated in the folding chairs along with him on the first night of planning; last he’d heard the Sylph had gone home, leaving Leo to take up the Winnebago in his place.

“I tried it for a while. But I was not speaking hyperbolically when I told you I was fond of earth. I missed it terribly and Sylvain…she has another, younger seer. So when the gate re-opened I decided to move back.”

This was how Duck also learned Indrid had been living in the apartment beneath him for three months. He’d taken Leo’s spot on the lease. Given that Duck had never seen him coming or going, he’s mostly just glad the mothman is getting out of the house.

The group settled on “Haunted Monongahela” for the theme, with each room being a different scene of horror or carnage unfolding in the national forest. As people were chatting amongst themselves about what rooms they could do, Indrid had flapped his hands, grabbed Duck’s arm, and said “I have the perfect idea.”

So now here they are, in the second weekend of the house’s run, waiting for some kids to scare. The first weekend is always busy as the haunted house die-hards and people ready for the spooky season to start flock to the gates. His guess is it won’t get really crowded again until a week or two before Halloween.

Screams from the front of the house. Now that Sylphs are an open secret, a few are more comfortable being seen in their monstrous forms. In this case, it’s Barclay’s second cousin, Franklin, who after a bout of being feral in Texarkana moved up to Kepler to work as a bartender. Franklin starts the house off in style by chasing guests up a corridor, teeth and claws bared.

Soon enough, there are horrified shouts from the room closest to them, courtesy of Minerva slicing open the chest of a dummy and sending fake blood everywhere. Duck slips back into the tent and readies himself.

Once the cluster of teenagers is over the threshold, he shakes the frame and scratches at the canvas, screaming like he’s being torn apart. This scares the group away from his side of the room and keeps them from noticing the massive, feathery shape rising up behind them.

All Indrid has to do is open his wings and shriek to send them running to the next room.

When no more groups come through, Indrid perches on the block he’s using to get further above everyone’s heads and drums on it with his claws as they wait for more victims.

“You doin’ anything fun for Halloween?” Duck crawls out and sits up in front of the tent entrance, stretching out his back.

“Most likely joining Barclay and the others at the Lodge for a double-feature. Ooh, unless-”

“Unless?”

“Unless we get many trick or treaters at the complex?” Duck can just make out the lines of his antenna twitching.

“Decent number, since we got plenty of kids in the apartments and in the neighborhood. Crap, that reminds me, I gotta get the place decorated so they know to come up the stairs and knock.”

“Do you prefer classic decorations or more of a theme?” Indrid cocks his head.

“Usually just do lights and maybe a skeleton or two. I do got this one idea I think would be fun, but it’d take up more space, maybe even get in your way.”

“Duck, you saw where I was living, do I strike you as needing everything neat and tidy?”

“Guess not. It’s kind of a cheesy idea though…”

“I insist you tell me. Please?” The disappearance and reappearance of glowing eyes suggests Indrid is trying to bat his eyelashes at him.

“Okay, okay. I was thinking I could decorate like it’s a haunted tropical island. Put aloha shirts on the skeletons, see if anyone makes a skeletal parrot-”

“Put out some Jimmy Boo-fet records perhaps?”

Duck laughs, “Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful? Would you like some help? We could even decorate both apartments in the same vein for a stronger impact. “

“Hell yeah. You wanna stop by my place after work on Monday? I was gonna run out and get stuff then.”

A flash of teeth in the darkness, “It’s a date.”

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Duck tosses a few more leis into the shopping cart. He’s debating whether to get a spinning projector that casts ghosts over the walls when Indrid appears, hands behind his back.

“I have the perfect costume for you.”

Duck leans on the cart, “I swear, if those are bear ears-”

Indrid gasps, mock affronted, “How could you suggest I would sink so low as a Smokey the Bear joke?”

“Smarter than the a-ver-age bear.” Duck swipes the ears from Indrids hand and places them atop silver hair, “besides, you wear ‘em better.”

His friend smiles as he removes the headband, “That’s high praise. Unrelatedly, if we go by the thrift store we will find some shirts that are perfect for the skeletons.”

Indrid’s foresight is spot on, and they also score a “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” hat and some unopened skull lights. He’s having such a nice time that he doesn’t think twice about asking if Indrid would like to grab dinner, though he slightly regrets his offer of a ride when his friend discovers the Jimmy Buffet C.Ds in his car.

“You truly contain multitudes, Duck Newton.”

“I had a case of the Mondays!”

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“This really was a way better idea than me just playing dead.” Duck says as he and Indrid get into their haunted house positions. The doors open in fifteen minutes, and the presence of an actual line suggests a busy night.

Duck adds, “But I’ll have you know I was always real good at playing dead. Played so many dead guys in emergency trainings.”

Indrid makes an amused face.

“I’m serious. Watch.” Duck lays down on his back, closes his eyes, and goes limp.

After a moment, Indrid says, “That is rather convincing.”

Duck says nothing.

“That is also very convincing.”

The lights go out, signaling that it’s time to get in final positions.

“Oh dear” Indrid sighs, “visitors are soon to be upon us and my fellow scare actor is deceased. Whatever shall I do.”

Duck manages not to laugh as Indrid crosses the floor.

A tongue mlems onto his cheek and he slaps a hand across his mouth, giggling as he opens his eyes. Indrid is bent over him, grinning.

“Dang, you figured out my trick.”

“Indeed I did.” Indrid flicks him on the nose once with his tongue, then sneaks soundlessly back into his spot.

Duck’s just glad it’s dark; he’s not ready for the mothman to see him blushing.

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“I expected the Friday before Halloween to be much busier.” Indrid sits on the floor across from Duck as the haunted house stays quiet around them (except for the atmospheric music from Kirby’s room).

“They got that Zombie fun-run over in Huntington. Think a bunch of folks from town went there since it’s a one-night thing.”

Indrid shudders, “I cannot say I’d enjoy such an event. Zombies are…they feel too close to what happened with the Quell at times.”

“I get that.” Duck scoots forward an inch, “I always get freaked out by vampire movies. Something about the biting, all the teeth going into necks, ech” he shivers, “no thanks.”

“Perhaps we should be grateful Reconciliation never sent a vampiric abomination through. Not that I can remember anyway.”

Duck’s hand bumps Indrid’s in the darkness, “Ain’t sure I ever been more scared than when I saw them tryin’ to make a mimic that looked like Jane. Figured it out quick and then I was just pissed but…but there was a second before all that when I thought they’d taken her too. That even though she was far away from this whole mess, I hadn’t been able to protect her, y’know?”

Indrid nods, “I am sorry you had to see such a thing.”

“‘Drid? Can I ask you something weird?”

Another nod and a chirp of assent.

“What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?”

A rustle of wings, then the lilting voice replies, “When I was young. Before I learned how to manage my abilities. If you can see the future and you are not careful, you can look too far ahead, see the end of everything. When you are a little mothling, huddled in the dark after bedtime, there is nothing more terrifying than to let your mind wander where it need not and see the day when the planet goes dark.”

“Oh fuck, ‘Drid, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” Duck takes his hand, feels cool chitin as the other three join it, clinging to him.

“I learned quickly to be careful. But there will still times, times like when I was driving back to Kepler to warn you all your plan would not work, where I could not stop seeing the end.”

“What did you do?” His heart cracks at the thought of Indrid hurtling down some empty highway with no relief from the image of the sky ripping away.

“I looked to better futures. To the ones where you succeeded. To the little moments that came after, even as the chances of them faded. I took comfort where I could” he lets out a weak laugh, “though I never foresaw such a comforting moment coming to me in a haunted house.”

“Me neither.” Duck thinks on the last weeks, on hushed conversations waiting for guests to come through. He’s about to say he’s glad the haunted house has let them spend more time together, but then he remembers the evenings decorating the apartments together, remembers Indrid appearing at the park to draw, remembers calling through the floor to ask if the mothman would like to come up and share the pizza he got for dinner.

“Got another weird question for you.”

Indrid’s hands tense. There’s a chirp Duck’s never heard before, unsure and hopeful.

“I know we both got plans late Halloween night to go to the Lodge. But, uh, before then…maybe we could hand out candy together. Since we made the outside of the apartments look so damn good together, seems silly to make trick or treaters climb the stairs.”

“The answer is yes. To both.”

Duck smiles, “I ain’t asked the second thing yet, sugar.”

“The answer remains the same.”

Duck raises onto his knees and kisses Indrid once, gently, and has the unique pleasure of a seven foot tall cryptid turning to butter in his arms.

Indridr nuzzles his forehead, “Is this the part where I am to say something clever about you being my treat?”

Duck snickers and kisses him again, “Nah. Just warn me if we need to stop kissing and scare folks instead.”

Indrid purrs and cuddles him into his lap, “Consider it done.”

#indrid cold/duck newton #indruck #taz amnesty #promptober #monster boyfriend

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scarletwritesshit · 3 months

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LostDex: Beta Pokemon Fanzine Writings

All of the writing that I have done for @thelostdex zine. I wrote various types of entries for Ramoose, Tubacapra, Togekiss, Espeon, Leafeon, Gavillain, Suicune, Moibelle, Belladam, and Kiwundo. It was a pleasure working with everyone, and I hope you enjoy the product of our hard work!

Ramoose

10/18/2020

Approximately 3:00 A.M.

Unknown Woods, Lost Island

I should know better than to be out this late, this far away from base camp, on an island this deserted. Unfortunately, my persistent curiosity got the better of me, and so I set off on an expedition deep into the woods to see what might greet me while I tread alone.

I must’ve been traveling for a solid hour at the very least when I was stopped in my tracks by a massive shadow glaring directly at me. I couldn’t quite tell what it was, and I was unable to turn on my flashlight for there was a great risk of accidentally scaring it away. Slowly but surely, I approached it, and I could eventually begin to make out a silhouette as I inched closer.

Stantler? I initially assumed. However, my hypothesis was quickly disproven, as I noticed that its antlers were far too wide and its body, too bulky.

I soon found myself face to face with a massive beast holding its ground and staring into my soul with its glowing red eyes. I tried to keep low, so as to not startle the beast into thinking I was a threat, but it seemed to be well aware of its power and authority that it held over this dreary forest.

I went to grab my camera to take a quick photo, lest a photograph be the only remainder of my encounter, but as soon as I blinked, the creature disappeared in an instant.

I know what I saw. It was all too clear to merely be a hallucination.

Could it have actually been Ramoose? There was simply no other explanation...

Tubacapra

I almost feel bad for disturbing the peace of such gentle creatures, but Tubacapra are so laid back that I simply couldn’t help myself but walk among the herd. None of them turned their attention to me for long periods of time as I walked past individuals both young and old, bountiful and sickly. They seem almost too gentle for their own good…

Then again, they were overall not the most intelligent looking Pokemon that I have seen. There was a certain…emptiness that could be seen in their eyes. Their expressions were not plagued with despair, but rather, devoid of thought. A carefree life it must be, to have the bare minimum thoughts to occupy your brain at any given moment at time.

They paid little to no mind to me, as the majority of the herd remained resting on the ground with their poncho-like roots anchoring themselves into the soil. I wonder if their bodily compositions were closer to that of a plant, rather than the flesh and blood of an animal, as they appear to be sapping nutrients from the soil to recharge themselves.

I have also noticed that the individuals with larger branches on their head seem more attentive and alert contrary to those with smaller twigs. Perhaps it could be an indicator of age, with the older Tubacapra being far more mentally developed than the youngsters. This also presents the plausible theory that these tree-like structures function as a brain or brain-like organ for these creatures.

Now, this implies that Tubacapra walk around with an exposed, photosynthesizing brain. The thought irked me in the weirdest way, but it could not stop me from gently scratching behind their ears or letting them lick my palm.

Togekiss

I cannot believe what I am witnessing before my very eyes.

I have never seen so many Togekiss gathered in one location in my life.

Their numbers are still small, but relative to sightings in other regions of the world, this is a huge discovery.

However, these Togekiss are clearly different from the ones that we are familiar with. They’re more...dragon-like, in a sense. Their underbellies are solid blue and the spikes on their head are much larger and sharply angled. Their eyes were glowing red with a fierce, passionate gaze. It wasn’t filled with seething hatred like a feral beast, but rather, it was more like that of a gentle yet formidable guardian.

While I was watching them from the ground, I heard one of their cries. It wasn’t quite as aggressive as a Hydregion or Tyranitar, but it certainly had an aura of demand to it. Simultaneously, it was soft and graceful to the ears. One could describe their cry as being that of an old, gentle beast, capable of great might yet dared not bring harm to the innocent.

Unfortunately, I was unable to get close enough to properly confirm any of my observations, including the extent of their possible draconic features and overall demeanor. It was rather difficult to keep up with them, as they were quite fast and would soar beyond the clouds.

One thing was for certain; If the Togekiss we know are bringers of peace, then these are its guardians.

Gavillain

Ahead of me in the midst of a sloppy, muddy swamp, I spotted a Gavillain creeping up on an unattended nest of eggs. It was so intensely focused on the meal before it that it didn’t turn an eye to my presence, even after I had accidentally stepped on a branch, splitting it in half. I froze in place, expecting it to jolt into the air and scan its surroundings, but it continued creeping ever so slowly towards the nest. This Pokemon must think that it’s some sort of slick, devious cartoon villain. Obviously, it’s really not, seeing how easily I was able to sneak up behind this “stealthy” individual and grab it.

I held it by the neck and base of its tail, so it would be unable to swing around and take a bite out of my flesh. As it squirmed in my grasp like a captured snake, I noticed that it seemed to be wiggling around with the intention of escaping, not aggression. If only this woeful creature could understand that I merely wished to observe it up close, not endanger its fragile life in any manner.

It had muddied brown scales, which felt like dried mud as well, presumably to act as camouflage. With a bright green frill around its neck, it seemed rather pointless, as it would stick out like a sore thumb amidst the mud. Perhaps it served it some good to disguise itself as an aquatic plant, or to perhaps hide among the bushes?

Who knows. I crouched down and let the creature have its freedom that it so desperately desired. It panicked and ran off, abandoning its original goal of snatching the eggs completely.

Incredibly pathetic nature and incredibly impractical design. Thus is the fate of Gavillain.

Suicune

...graceful, aqua blue panther leisurely strolling through the fields. Its mane resembles that of our majestic steeds, in terms of…was more akin to that of an amethyst, as intensely violet and crystalline its coloration appeared to the human eye. Pure white tiger’s paws...spots adorning the entirety of its body...rippling water…

...peaceful in nature but quick to dash towards cover at the faintest trace of an interloper. Left no signs of...light footed. The beast’s movements were swift and graceful, comparable to that of a gentle breeze along the surface of a calm lake. The lake-blue panther-like creature had a...-like howl, yet I do not believe for it to have any relations to…

It drank from a heavily soiled lake in the midst of the forest one afternoon...later that very day, the water was crystal... I can only begin to speculate that this divine beast must have some form of water blessing powers. I had never quite seen anything like it during all of my years of exploring... I fail to believe that natural causes have cleansed the water...

...has only been seen within the forests of...legend among us, unlike any other that lies beyond our sacred land?

...shall be called Sui... a name fitting for a monarch of the water itself.

-From a weathered manuscript, date unknown

Leafeon & Espeon

Leafeon -

These Leafeon are far from being considered prized specimen. Their tails were more like long strands of wild grass, and their paws were covered in similarly structured strands. Their coloration was quite variable as well, with some Leafeon being more intense shades of green or weathered brown than others.

The most notable feature about these Pokemon was not their appearance, as they simply resembled a more feral deviation of Leafeon. The smell, I must say, was agonizing on the senses. The organic stink of unattended weeds was so revolting for the sheer fact that they triggered my immune responses so violently. Even worse, was that some individuals were curious of my presence, directing their pollen and chlorophyl towards me.

I couldn’t bring myself to call these adorable creatures weeds, however.

Espeon -

In the mountainous regions of the forgotten island, an abandoned temple is the home to a variant of a beloved species that were once regarded as deities. Golden Espeon prowl this secluded temple, away from the contact of all humans or most other Pokemon.

Its golden fur shone spectacularly in the sunlight, except for the markings at the base of its tails and around the edges of its ears. Unlike the more familiar form of Espeon, this deviation has two distinct tails, rather than one being split into two at the tip. I do not believe these, along with the Leafeon, to be a subgroup, similar to regional variants from Alola or Galar, but rather, more like an ancestor of sorts.

If this proves to be true, then not only is it possible that other similar forms of Eevee exist, but a whole new field of Pokemon evolution research becomes a distinct possibility.

For now, I must respect these Espeon and their solitary nature.

Kiwundo

I have never seen a Pokemon quite as round and birdlike as what I am currently observing before me. My initial impression of this curious new species is that they seem exceptionally impractical. Their wings are tiny, their bodies are heavily rounded, and it appears that their heads are locked in an upwards facing position. None of them seem adjusted to walking on such long legs either, as all individuals in the flock were stumbling and struggling to maneuver around a simple grassy plain.

These bird Pokemon appear to greatly lack in the cognitive department as well. I witnessed a larger predatory bird Pokemon pluck an individual out of the flock without a struggle, and the unfortunate victim’s companions seemed to have not noticed. They were comparable to ripe kiwis, who exist solely as pickings for those higher up on the food chain. Arguably, they were more like sentient kiwis than conscious specimens. The resemblance is uncanny, yet they were neither fully bird nor fully kiwi. The overwhelming majority were a dull brown akin to that of the common bird Pokemon, with textured feathers easily mistaken for kiwi skin.

I noted one unusual exception, to this, however, where one individual was a vibrant green unlike the earthy brown of the rest of the flock. I couldn’t help myself but throw a Pokeball at the weird green specimen to take back for further observation. It put up almost no struggle, which was rather unsurprising considering what I had noted earlier about its absentminded appearance.

These bird Pokemon were better compared to Magikarp, as even the common Pidgey would put up a decent fight. I don’t recall them having a name, so I shall call them Kiwundo after their round, kiwi-like appearance.

Moibelle & Belladam

It’s easy to tell when a clan of Moibelle are nearby. What may sound like an orchestra of a thousand little jingles is actually a group of seven individuals max, skittering through the alleyways. They seem rather shy and difficult to approach, as they go out of their way to avoid even harmless Pokémon.

One lone Moibelle seems to be the exception to my observation, as it cautiously but curiously walked up to my leg and began to rub on it. Its fur was velvety soft, and the bells around its ears were softly ringing. It did not utter a peep, which has led me to believe that its primary form of communication was the bells on its head, neck, and tail.

Strangely enough, it didn’t seem frightened around me. In fact, the little baby quickly grew quite attached to me. I slowly held out my hand, offering for it to climb on. It was taken aback at first, but after a quick sniff, it climbed onto my arm and dug its claws into my sleeve. How could I say no to taking in such an adorable, mysterious fella? I saw no others seeking it out, so it may have been abandoned for some unfortunate reason.

As I gently stroked my newfound friend, I looked above me to notice a Belladam looming over me, laying on a guard rail on the balcony above. Its bell tail flickered silently, a great contrast to the "talkative" Moibelle. It was staring down at me fiercely, as if it were ready to strike should I make the wrong move.

Along another balcony further down the alleyway, two Belladam were tense and flickering their tails at each other. This time, I could hear the ringing, further supporting my theory of the bells being used for communication.

Moibelle may be shy, but they will grow up to become some aggressive beauties.

#beta pokemon #pokemon #fanzine #ramoose #tubacapra #togekiss #gavillain #suicune #leafeon #espeon #kiwundo #moibelle #belladam #lostdex zine #zine #pokemon zine

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escapaldi · 5 months

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I got tagged by @gendervapor14!

Get to know me/other people better:

Last song: Colors by FLOW, because I am a weeb of a certain age but also I do genuinely like quite a few songs by them so there we are I love love love the piano house remix

Favorite color: ORANGE. It's not exactly a color I'd do a lot with, but I absolutely adore that bright, obnoxious, day-glo, road barrel orange. Something that a Dutch national sports team or a deer hunter would wear. I tend to like most colors though, yes even yellow, so any angst I might have otherwise over not being able to use my favorite color is usually rendered fairly moot.

Last tv show/movie: The last movie I watched was Godzilla Minus One, which is a well-acted, beautifully-made, wonderful period piece about war and the scars of soldiers (especially those who "weren't supposed to come back") and calling out the futility of the mindless subservience prevalent Japanese culture during the Pacific War when it is possible to choose life and fighting for actual causes and not thinking lives are as disposable as tissues... but also there's a giant glowing lizard that shoots pewpew lasers out its mouth being the nuke allegory that the Lord intended. I am already angry that this movie will not get the recognition it deserves because it's a fucking Godzilla movie but holy shit I was getting artsy film nerd on this thing you don't understandddd... it's one of the best movies I've seen all year and then some... it's that fucking good. I'm also gonna see The Boy and the Heron later and I'm already gearing up for it to lose Best Animated to something stupid like Wish or something good like Super Mario, which was good but I already know we're talking Miyazaki and there's no way it's better than that (note: we've had a really good year in animation so even if The Boy and the Heron loses there's still legitimate options).

Sweet/spicy/savory: All of them! It just depends on my mood. I do have a massive sweet tooth, but since I drink pop often enough there needs to be something to balance it out (sweets go with hot tea). Savory does well with that, as does spice for me. I've gotten better with spice the past few years, but I've always been better with it than some of the rest of my family.

Relationship status: Happily engaged, though with an end-date already set.

Last thing I googled searched: I think it was hook-and-eye closures, because I wanted to know if there were any mainstream alternative uses than bra clasps. It's mostly bra clasps. I made something up.

Current obsession: One Piece, clearly, but I also live for Witch Watch updates and I will not be over Godzilla Minus One for a long-ass time just a bit lower-key.

I'm not gonna tag anyone, but if anyone would like to join in, go ahead!

#about me #meme replies #I cried at GM1 okay don't just write it off as a mindless kaiju romp #and yeah i'm not into the instagram-ready style of decorating i wanna have fun not be cheugy and shit #fuck the farmhouse poverty aesthetic I'm gonna LIVE

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runthepockets · 5 months

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I feel like talking about music. I'm gonna post 7 albums that describe me. Shit that shaped my worldview, reflects my aesthetics, and all that other stuff. Puttin it under read more so no one's dash gets clogged.

ZUU - DENZEL CURRY.

I'm a huge fan of southern Hip Hop. It's dense and eclectic and always so full of life and culture, everything from Andre 3000's thick Atlanta twang on Intl Players Anthem to DJ Paul's production on any given Three 6 Mafia project, it's just my shit. It all speaks to the state of living in the south and has made so much impact on the broader state of Hip Hop. especially in the modern day.

This album feels....so personal. Like coming back home and meeting up with an old friend and realizing you both still know that secret handshake you made up in middle school, or watching the emotional climax of a coming of age movie. I was as wild as I was loving in my youth, so tracks like Ricky and Speedboat and Shake 88 which reference everything from getting in fights in your high school Dickies and football hoodies to escaping hood life to spitting bars about neighborhood bad bitches. It just speaks to me and my experiences, It's always good to know there are other black dudes out there writing love letters and cautionary tales about the violent environments and close knit & loving cultures that surrounded them in their youths spent below the bible belt. I wish I'd had this album when I was 17.

2. VIVA LA COBRA - COBRA STARSHIP

I've been listening to Cobra Starship since I was about 15, and this album has never left my all time greats. It's so fucking fun, like an 18 year old stole his dad's credit card and drove up with his friends to hang in NYC with fake IDs. The bragging, slightly macho, slightly cynical, fun but not too stupid persona Gabe Saporta personifies on this album speaks to me so deeply and shaped me into the man I am today. He has the cynicism and self aware, sarcastic edge that only a former Punk making dance music could have.

3. THREE DAYS GRACE - THREE DAYS GRACE.

Around the age of 13 I was carrying a massive weight; some of it was dysphoria, some of it was internalized racism, some of it was just plain average shit that comes with the territory of being a child under capitalist patriarchy. I felt lost and misunderstood, until I found this album completely by accident. Tracks like Home and Drown spoke to my experiences with abuse and the intense bouts of willpower and self sufficiency that I knew I was capable of but didn't have the courage to act on. I'd put these songs on in my room and drift away, all the pressures my parents and friends and school had put on me just washing away. It was loud and raw and angry and fueled the newfound passion and teen rebellion that would make up the majority of my teens and shape my worldview in adulthood.

4. RUN THE JEWELS 2 - RUN THE JEWELS

The aggressive machismo on this album and the general fuckboy-isms of it all speak to me. Bars like "you want a whore in a white dress, I want a wife with a thong" and verses like "I got that dick in her mouth all day" are just standouts. Just laying everything out, speaking your mind, holding back no punches. The album also weaves in tracks about police brutality, class warfare, and the harsh reality of being pushed to do things you aren't proud of to make ends meet (Killer Mike has a bar about having to sell cocaine to a pregnant woman, and another about his wife being shot by police in front of his son.) I honestly can't see who wouldn't be changed after listening to this, or at least feel seen. It's a no skip banger from beginning to end, if you really wanna understand the essence of Jared, this is it.

5. SOUL GLO - DIASPORA PROBLEMS

Growing up a black kid who liked rock music was extremely taboo, back in the day. It earned you some level of alienation in both black and white dominated spaces. I'd always felt in between worlds; The gritty realism of Hip Hop spoke to me just as the maniacal, commanding essence of Rock and Metal did, and it seemed neither party wanted much to do with me.

Imagine my excitement in 2022 when I find out about Soul Glo, an all black Punk band from my town, who frequently scream their hearts out about everything from police brutality to fake friends to feeling ostracization and tokenization as a black Punk band, with absurd humor and such intense display of vulnerability unlike anything I'd seen before. Finally, I thought, a band that understands me. A band for guys like me.

6. MOBB DEEP - THE INFAMOUS

I got way too high on acid while solo tripping last year and spent a lot of that trip freaking the fuck out. Doom Metal was too much, looking in the mirror was too much, watching tv was too much, everything was just too fucking much.

Except for this record.

This record saved my life and got me into Rap music again. I've cried to it as many times as I've lifted and shaken my ass to it. Though I've never been involved in the street life-- especially not to the degree that Havoc and Prodigy lay claim to-- I grew up privy to it. My environment was incredibly violent. A lot of moralizing by mass media and white people of all backgrounds was lost on me; my father sold drugs to keep me fed and to put Christmas presents under the table, and he'd brought a couple of sex workers into the mix as well (all of whom were incredibly kind women), I felt if anything or anyone was failing, it was the justice system that put guys in these positions.

This album is fucking ruthless. The Jazz and Boom Bap elements add depth to it that I can't really say any other Jazz or Boom Bap rap album has done the same way since. It's also incredibly vulnerable at times. These guys have more nuance and versatility than any other rapper of their time, and it speaks to me as a black dude of working background and experience.

7. THE SLIM SHADY LP - EMINEM

Anyone who's followed me for more than a day knows how much I love Eminem. I think he's witty, charming, funny, and a really down to Earth dude, which probably sounds insane considering the amount of violence and bigotry he spews on the mic at any given time.

This album practically shaped my life and the way I internalize other people's opinions of me. As a kid, I grew up with a pretty abusive mom, and as such always felt the need to apologize or shrink in on myself just for existing. I hadn't really learned how to nurture the spirit until Eminem. The rage, the insanity, and the violence, was all a sheen for an album that truly told a story of how to power through life only trusting yourself and a few other insane, close friends, but most importantly to not let anything get you down and to simply not give a fuck (and to tell anyone who insists otherwise to get on their knees and suck it). The guy spoke real shit and had the credentials to prove it, he knew what he was about and made his dreams a reality, and that was awesome to me.

#my shit

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vintagerpg · 2 years

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I have a bunch of Mystic Punks zines. They’re actually some of the first modern RPG zines I encountered. I use zine there in the classic sense — the Mothership branch of the zine family tree is populated with beautiful, professionally printed baubles, but Mystic Punks stuck to the old ways of hand assembled photocopies on day-glo paper. There wasn’t even a digital storefront — I just sent some cash to Anthony Meloro with the names of what I wanted in the note field and the zines showed up in the mail, made to order. This is the revised and collected edition, published by Exalted Funeral (2020). Honestly, I miss a little of the DIY charm, but the new art and the clean layout make up for the loss.

You start with just some stats, some spells and your soulbound switchblade. Book two introduces character classes. Book three gives you more spells. They underlying system reminds me a little bit of the Golden Dragon gamebooks, but that might just be because both have vigor as a central attribute.

The premise is easy to love. You play as a teen (did I mention this is a solo game?) living in a town beset by supernatural threats that no one else seems to notice, so it falls to you to use your fell magick to protect your home. The threat seems to be emanating from your high school, so this is a classroom crawl, a little bit Class of Nuke ‘em High, a little bit Satanic Panic, a lot of punk rock attitude. Meloro is over-the-top in everything, his prose, his conception of the world, the way everything constantly escalates across the volumes. The best part is that the book includes a massive fifth chapter of the story that definitively wraps up the tale — the ending in the zines was pretty open, so now you have the ability to save Star Valley once and for all.

If you love punk rock, or evil rituals, this is probably for you! For real, one of the better traditional solo experiences I’ve played.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Exalted Funeral #Mystic Punks #Anthony Meloro

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parisinflamesmp3 · 14 days

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tagged by @batjpeg for 5 songs that have been on repeat lately!! thx for the tag scratch i gotta give some of yours a listen

1. yoshi’s island - glass beach

been on a massive glass beach kick since i saw them live a few days ago insanely good show. i love this song it’s one of my favs of theirs and it’s really important to me - started sobbing badstyle when they played it LMAO . i love transgenderism and trans women

2. classic j dies and goes to hell part 1 - glass beach

see above, this was the first song of theirs i listened to when i got into them in 2020 and also hugely important to me . also just a banger song

3. mr jack - system of a down

luvv this song hadn’t listened in awhile andthen i put it on the other day and wasn’t able to turn it off lmao

last two are gonna be albums i’ve been playing a lot bc i haven’t had that many songs on loop lately !

4. diaspora problems - soul glo

SUCH a good album, been a go-to for morning train rides lately

5. worship and tribute - glassjaw

i gotta listen to more glassjaw bc i love this album, been playing it a lot as background music while working recently

tagging ummm @transgeoffrickly @tomorrowillbeyou @killrockstar @occultwhiskers and whoever else wants to ! no pressure tho ofc💚

#wasp speaks #tag game

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dotsayers · 3 months

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all soups i make are ultimately aspiring to be a soup i made in 2019 which i refer to as 'cupboard soup'. i made it for a weekly soup lunch at my teaching placement and had to carry a massive pot of soup on two buses across bristol and into south glos. i had a baguette sticking out of my backpack. and the soup? was delicious

#it was like. lentil and cabbage basically. but with a bunch of random shit from my cupboard. hence cupboard soup #text post tag

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gerec · 2 years

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Au-gust 2022

1. Underwater 2. Artist’s Muse 3. Countryside 4. Dinosaurs 5. Teachers -----

6. Fairies

Pairing(s): Cherik Warnings: None

It took quite a bit of luck and persistence for Raven to actually find the Winter Court, its location hidden from outsiders and shifting often at the whim of its enigmatic ruler. If not for her chance encounter with Azazel - one of the most powerful of the dark fey - she might yet be wandering the Feywild with her mission unfinished.

Now, with Azazel as her guide, Raven found herself in the heart of the dark forest, stepping through a copse of prickly bushes towards the large throne beneath the treed canopy. Below the old and gnarled branches sat the King of Air and Darkness, with whom Raven had been sent to seek a much hoped for audience. Robes of crimson he wore, the hue of human blood, and on his head a crown of broken branches and an eye mask that shielded his perilous gaze.

“Raven of the Summer Court; what brings you to my kingdom?” the King asked, and the ringing echo that accompanied his words made it impossible to discern his true voice. “Your King has made his feelings clear that his people would not treat with ours. If not for the entreaty of my trusted Archfey, I would have set the Wild Hunt upon you for trespassing upon our realm.”

The threat was not an idle one, for all knew the capricious nature of the dark fey’s king, and the hunters of monstrous beasts that made up his Wild Hunt. Raven was not easily frightened, though she could not stop a shiver of fear from running down her spine. And yet she raised her head and met the King’s eyes, for there was much more than just her own immortal life at stake.

“Your Majesty,” she said, sweeping into a low bow, “I have travelled far to beseech the Winter Court for aid. The enemy of all fey is amassing at our borders, and only with our combined forces can we hope to drive them away.”

The King laughed, a hard and mirthless chuckle, prompting the rest of his Court to join in with a cacophony of mockery and contempt.

“Your King cast us out from Arborea, judging his own brothers and sisters too bloodthirsty and cruel and undeserving of his blessed realm. And now he has the audacity to implore us for aid? You have spent too many centuries at your brother’s side, Raven, and become just as arrogant and foolish as he.”

“My brother did not send me,” Raven answered, and wondered how the King knew who she was, and her relationship to their ruler. “He…King Charles disappeared a fortnight ago. We believe the enemy has him in their grasp and means to use his magic against us.”

A chill passed suddenly over the Winter Court, and all assembled fell into a great and looming silence. Raven watched as the King pursed his lips, his hands clutching knuckle white at the throne’s massive arm rests. His demeanor suggested genuine concern for her brother’s fate, though his next words were ice cold and callous to hear.

“Then he is dead. He will never bend to another’s will, and would sooner die than allow the enemy to use his Gift.”

“No!” She took a step forward in earnest, and nearly lost an arm to the nightmare shadow with teeth that sprung from its place at the King’s feet. “No,” she said softly, as the shadow continued to growl low, until the King waved and it returned to his side. “We believe—I believe that he still lives. Though only his mate could know for certain through their soul bond, and we have seen neither hide nor hair of him for the past three centuries.”

She thought of Erik then, whom she loved like her own brother, and sorrow threatened to overwhelm her even after all this time gone. If he yet lived, she knew he could lead their forces to victory and bring Charles safely home.

For long moments, the King said nothing, and Raven hoped that he was weighing the need to come together against their people’s age-old enmity. She did not expect him to get up off the throne and step down from the dais, until he stood directly before her in all his intimidating glory.

“You are right, Raven. Though our bond is not as it once was, I can still feel it. Charles lives.”

Then the mask that covered the dark fey’s eyes slithered like tendrils back into his crown, and before Raven stood her long-lost brother-in-law, beloved Consort of the Summer Court’s king.

#gerec writes #au-gust 2022 #cherik #day 6 #fairies #raven darkholme

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weedle-testaburger · 1 year

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the one good thing the collector did was give eda and lilith massive haircut glo ups

#tim watches the owl house #s03e02 #personal crap #toh spoilers #toh season 3

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amanism · 9 months

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[bundle]

Fatal attraction - lua

be lethally, scarily, and shockingly beautiful. cause a chemical reaction of intense attraction to the mind of others when they first see you. your facial features are uniquely hypnotic and harmoniously attractive. have an immense amount of beauty and sexual appeal. soft, sultry, raspy voice. always assert yourself with confidence. you are in your glo. look exotic, foreign, and modelesque look about you. you are everyone's current obsession.

Dreamy nala eyes - shanti

eyes like nala from the lion king. feline, beautiful, such pretty eyes. breathtaking, heart dropping, loving, bold, deeply beautiful eyes. heart stealing eyes, eyes are majestic, fantasy like, dreamy, heart n soul snatching, absolutely beautiful and irresistibly, universally pretty. confidence with eye contact. have such pretty eyes to look at. the love for your eyes makes them prettier. feminine, elongated sexiti ass mfn eyes. detailed n repeated affs w instant results. tapered eyelids without epicanthic folds, almond eyes with low medial canthus and neutral lateral canthus.

Mems - shanti

always on their mind. possess the most unforgettable vibe, beauty n aura mirroring your own favorite memories of urself thru your beauty the way u stayyyyy on mfs mind. it's all alignment with ur memorable soul. nobody could forget u even if they tried. extreme, unusually beautiful, unique, one in a billion, no comparison to anyone else, you the baddest btch and feel like it. one of one fr. it brings you peace knowing there is no comparison, no competition. exude love and direct it wisely. glow with divinity n peace, beauty n magnetism. embody duality like a goddess. embody heaven n hell sent type beauty, the way u got no business being this fine u stay causing all this attraction in every room you step into, w yo gorgeous physical and the mental to match. vibe is so strong and resonant with healing you bring chills to anybody's skin just by being there. instant results, nun to look for. you are the look. extra; perfectly sharp, accurate vivid memory. remember everything, everything desired n everything to say. immune to forgetfulness, memory is enhanced 1000000×.

+ divine feminine subs

Skinny upper , thick lower imvubuild - dezzidior

u gained sm weight in yo lower bawdy, ur lower bawdy is so broad & wide compared 2 ur upper bawdy. butt, thighs, hips & calves drastically thicken & expand. all excess fat is transferred 2 lower bawdy. have the lower bawdy of an imvu character wearing those hip & thigh scalers >.‹ every calorie u intake goes directly & immediately to ur butt, thighs, hips & calves. have sm fat & muscle on yo lower bawdy, gain tons of fat straight from thighs 2 ankles. no measuring tape can even fit around yo massive lower bawdy. lower bawdy personifies the stereotypical thick body like latinas, african, caribbean & ghanaian women. the recoil from yo lower bawdy is insane, ur butt & thighs jiggle sm as u walk, u basically shake the whole room. even tho u are already super thick, u keep on getting curvier & thicker + lower bawdy's curves are so prominent & sexy, they stand out so much compared to ur upper body. everyone notices how much weight u gained in yo lower bawdy as if u've been drinkin protein shakes & working out for years. lower bawdy expanded so much, u can't even fit in ur jeans anymore. thighs, hips, butt & calves are so meaty & plump now, they burst right through ur clothes. when u sit down, u could literally take up 80 seats because oh how thick & wide ur lower body is #. butt so big, round, plump, peachy, bouncy, large, humongous and lifted, butt looks like u got a bbl be of how round & large it is. have the biggest butt eva that just keeps increasing, ass too fat & juicy 2 be contained. ur butt cheeks are so inflated resembling 2 round, beach balls. butt looks like it weighs over 900lbs + overgrown glute muscles. have the type of ass ppl would pay 444, butt sits upon ur thighs perfectly, multipled fat cells in booty+ more. hips so wide & round. have wide, fleshy, rounded, vast, padded, broad & outspread hips + widened & expanded hip bones. hips are widest part of ur bawdy. wide & low pelvis, narrow & high upper hip. reduced appearance of hip dips + wide, curvy hips that keep expanding & widening, no matter what. have such thick thighs, have the thickest thighs eva. thighs are naturally thick, fat, fleshy, ginormous, soft, squishy, full & fluffy. overall, ur legs are very chunky, fat, thick, full & fleshy. store sm fat in thighs & calves. can't even pull yo jeans up be of how thick ur thighs are. quad & calf muscles have the appearance of working out for years. thighs & calves increase in size & width. ppl want 2 squish yo soft, thick thighs. thighs & calves are so uncontrollably thick & curvy, that it makes ur lower bawdy stand out even more from your upper bawdy. skin on ur butt, hips, legs & thighs remain tight, firm, spotless and smooth. ppl luv 2 feel on yo bawdy bc of how soft & squishy it is. lower bawdy has the same effects of drinking weight gain supplements for years. have the most perfect, petite and feminine feet. ppl would pay millions of dollars for pics of ur feet. ppl would even pay millions of dollars to get a body like urs + bawdy oozes immense sex appeal, have the curviest & thickest bawdy.

Evr seen a btch so fine she need her ass beat? - dezzidior

ur eves naturally possess this hazy, red tint as if u smoked 100 blunts. u literally always look high, as if ur on cloud 9. have this intoxicating, intimidating, lethal & villainous beauty that makes ppl feel so trippy. ur eyes are so sharp, low & sexc but gives off this vibe as if they're laced wit acid. ppl perceive u as grown woman fine be of ur sex, unbothered & attractive rbf. it's so hard to maintain eve contact wit u bc of how intense & erOtic ur gaze is. ur eyes make ppl feel like they're drowning in pools of ecstasy. have this stoner, chill, seductive & gangsta type of vibe that makes those around u insanely attracted to u. ppl always question if they're high around u, ur energy makes them feel euphoric, calm & hazy. being around u is better than taking the most exotic drugs, ur energy alone is a turn on. ppl want to give up their souls to you when they look into ur deadly & erOtic eyes. who needs drugs when u exist? be far more intoxicating & irresistible than any drug, ppl find themselves craving u. ur presence & energy makes ppl get an automatic 2nd hand high, u just make ppl feel diff from anyone else. they can't get enough of u, everything ab u is addicting & intoxicating, have everyone under a hypnotic trance. embody the beauty of evie zamora, effy stonem, tracie from 13 & cara delevingne. whenever ppl spark a blunt, they think of ur beauty. constantly show up in pls memories, haunting them with ur beauty & energy. easily manifest high quality weed. have unlimited weed that gives u the best high & acid trips. own so many vapes, bongs, blunts & rollin papers. always look so pretty, sultry & attractive while smokin. immune 2 smelling bad before, during or after a smoke session. have the best plug$ & connections to get high quality weed. ur plugs always hook u up wit the best weed, u & ur friends always get high together & enjoy it as well +lenient parents. have a high, intimidating & seductive type appearance. ur face is hauntingly beautiful & lethal. have that messy, chill stoner type beauty + beauty makes ppl feel like they're hallucinating. u are like a figment of their imagination, ur so unreal. have such feminine, sharp, slim, attractive, mature but youthful facial features. have extremely long, spiky, dark, curled, thick, fluttery & winged lashes. prominent, dark lash liner appearance + plump, large, big & blood red lips

Not nice ; ya rude - dezzidior

look like a mysterious, sex foreigner straight from the most tropical & exotic caribbean island. naturally possess the beauty of somalian, peruvian, turkish, ehtiopian, congolese, arabian, african, spanish, caribbean & egyptian women. beauty is reminiscent of rose petals, cherry blossoms, hibiscus & himalayan flowers. beauty so exotic unique, rare, foreign, ethereal, feminine, sultry, ethnic & mysterious. ppl can never pinpoint where u come from be of how mysterious & exotic u appear. embody the beauty of caribbean landscapes, tropical rainforests, exotic fruits & african hereditary jewels. face is so effortlessly sex & exotic, look mixed with every ethnicity. radiate the same aura as caribbean royalty, ppl treat u like an exotic, island princess. beauty reminds others of coconuts, sandy beaches, palm trees, greek flowers & dragonfruit. have a beauty so vibrant & fresh like the air in the tropics. facial features are extremely mesmerizing, hypnotic, rare, striking, lethal, foreign, seductive & feminine + align in perfect harmony. be so enchanting & hypnotic like a siren or nymph. be the living embodiment of an island baddie, look like one of those pretty girls on vacation in jamaica. ppl are in disbelief someone this angelic & foreign could be real, they always wonder what you are mixed with or where you come from. embody the sensuality of belly dancers & dancehall queens + embody the s3x appeal of rihanna. smell like vanilla, coconut & cocoa butter + ur natural scent is so addicting & tropical. skin so smooth, airbrushed, soft & glow & poreless. look sunkissed & glazed like a donut all over ur body + possess a 24hr glow. ppl cherish ur beauty like a stolen arabian jewel from a museum. have a truly rare, unique & exotic beauty. look like a real life siren or mermaid. embody the beauty of aishwarya rai, lala baptiste, adriana lima, naomi campbell, rihanna & yasmeen ghauri. embody the beauty of oceans in the Bahamas, Bali, Barbados, Jamaica & Trinidad. look like a pnd song, embody the thrill of adventures in a jungle & desert. have the ability to belly dance & whine effortlessly. twerk, whine & belly dance better than any stripper or caribbean woman. easily slow wine, hip roll & belly dance + waistline control. have the same exact dancing skills if a caribbean woman, arabian belly dancer or stripper. summer is a fever dream for u, get opportunities to travel to a tropical island this summer. visit the most exotic & foreign caribbean countries this summer. experience late night walks on the beach, cruises & carnival raves this summer, ur life is literally perfect.

Shanti serum - amani

Clear skin

The one you’ll always love - flora

become a sexc snatched siren that collects and breaks hearts all day

One night only - ovrstim

Slick thick w a fat ass

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