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suppose-i-was-worm · 10 months

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I Put A Spell On You

Fake Dating (Part 1)

**I know, it's not the one that I started writing and was really funny, I'm having a lot of trouble with that one. Enjoy this one instead!**

“I need your help.”

Damian frowned, stashing away the knife he’d hidden beneath his pillow. Danny was crouched on the sill of the window he’d come in through, looking at him with wide blue eyes.

“Tt. What do you need? It is well past midnight.”

“I need you to fake date me.”

“What?”

Danny flinched, and Damian realized how sharp his question had been.

“My apologies. Please explain to me what is going on so that I can best assist you.”

Coming fully into the room, Danny started to explain.

“So, you know my parents and holidays, right? They- they’ve started hounding me about bringing home a significant other since Jazz got married.”

Damian nodded- he was familiar with Danny’s parents’ personality, even having never met them.

“Anyways, for Thanksgiving, they’re threatening to invite Paulina over and make me sit next to her. Paulina, Dames! I wouldn’t survive. So I told them I had a boyfriend who lived here in Gotham, and now they’re insisting on coming here to visit. If they find out I lied, I’ll be dead! My grades are too good for an early death.”

“So you came to me.”

“You’re the only person I know well enough to pull this off, Damian.”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit picked up from his father.

“And you did not think to tell them about-“

Cutting him off, Danny grabbed Damian’s face and looked directly into his eyes, a serious look on his face.

“Damian, I assure you it would be a fate worse than death if they found out how we met.”

Damian pulled himself away from Danny, glad for the dim light of his bedroom hiding the blush heating up his cheeks. The other man had never been that close to his face, and Damian would probably say that Danny’s eyes were more dangerous for him than the entire League of Assassins.

“Please, Dames? It’s Paulina we’re talking about.”

Closing his eyes, Damian thought things through. Fake dating Danny would be- a blessing and a curse at the same time. A blessing, as it would require him to be close to the other man for extended periods. A curse, because he knew it would end as soon as Danny’s parents left Gotham. For Damian, who had been struck by Danny’s beauty from the first moment he’d seen the other, the brief benefits might just outweigh the pain of them ending. At least he’d have the memory of being close to Danny.

When he opened his eyes, Danny was holding his hands in a mock praying position, looking up at Damian through his lashes.

“Tt. Fine.”

Danny lit up, literally, and then darted forward, planting a kiss on Damian’s cheek.

“You’re the best! They’re coming in to town tomorrow- drop by mine when you can!”

The other man slid back out of the window and flew off before Damian recovered from the kiss enough to protest the short notice.

~~~

The next day found Damian waiting outside Danny’s apartment, flowers in hand. He had done some investigation as to what he ought to bring with him to meet a significant other’s parents, so he was also armed with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.

The door opened soon enough after his knock, revealing an older woman he had never seen before. He could see where Danny got his frame, though, as well as his delicate features.

“You must be Damian! Come in! Danny’s elbow deep in the microwave with Jack. I’m Maddie- we’ve heard so much about you!”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

He stepped inside the apartment, handing Maddie the wine and chocolates after she closed the door.

“Oh, you’re a charmer, aren’t you? Danny!”

Danny poked his head out of the kitchen, and Damian almost swooned at the look Danny gave him.

“Hey Dames! Glad you could make it!”

He emerged, wiping what looked like grease off his hands, and took the flowers that Damian handed him.

“For you, Beloved.”

More importantly, he also took the short kiss Damian gave him over the bouquet.

When Damian pulled away, he was delighted to see that Danny was flushed.

“Uh- thank you! They’re beautiful.”

“Oh, you two are so cute! How long have you been dating?”

“Three years.”

“Not long.”

Danny and Damian spoke at the same time, and then Damian smiled smoothly, determined to fix his mistake.

“Perhaps I feel like our time together until now has been too short. Every time I see you, you are as beautiful as the day we met.”

He was rewarded with Danny flushing an even brighter red.

Maddie turned to her son, hands on her hips.

“You’ve been dating this polite young man for so long and hadn’t told us?”

Danny shuffled his feet, looking bashful.

“I didn’t want to scare him away. I really like him, mom.”

A large man came out of the kitchen, laughing a booming laugh.

“We can tell, Danno. It’s not like you haven’t been talking about him for the last few years.”

Damian looked over at Danny, doing his best not to let his expression show. Danny had been talking about him to his parents? For years?

Danny laughed nervously and then herded everyone into the dining room.

If he were being honest, Damian had pulled out all of his acting skills to charm the Drs. Fenton throughout the evening. He did not need acting skills for his interactions with Danny. He kept close to the other, wrapping an arm around his shoulder when he could and dropping light kisses into the shorter man’s hair when the opportunity presented itself.

It was heaven.

Danny walked him out to his car after dinner, and didn’t let go of Damian’s hand the entire way.

“Thank you for tonight, Dames.”

Damian smiled down at the love of his life.

“Of course, Beloved. Anything for my husband.”

With a scoff, Danny let go of Damian’s hand and stepped back.

“Sure, Damian. Drive safe.”

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Danny Fenton knew when he was screwed. His parents had been in Gotham for a week, and Damian was still dropping by to see him on a semi regular basis. He’d even been touchy, and Danny knew that of all people, Damian Wayne wasn’t ever physically affectionate.

It partly gave him hope, and partly made him think this gambit was hopeless. He was aware of Damian’s extra-curriculars, after all, and knew the entire family were good actors.

And yet-

Damian’s parting kiss to him had been long and clinging the evening before his parents left, and he seemed reluctant to leave Danny standing in his own doorway. His hand lingered on Danny’s wrist, and his eyes were the last to tear away.

So, yeah. Danny was fifty percent sure that Damian might possibly reciprocate his feelings, but he didn’t have the courage to ask outright.

He hadn’t had the courage to ask much of Damian since they met, even though he’d been half in love with the other man the moment they laid eyes on each other.

It had been a routine summoning- He’d tasted the blood in his mouth, and while it did not necessarily taste like the blood of an innocent (he always went to bat for the victim in those cases), it piqued his curiosity enough to check things out.

He rose from the summoning circle, crown of fire wreathing his head as he showed off his less human appearance.

The cultists fell away from him, scrambling to bow and prostrate themselves in front of him.

“Oh great Ghost King! Please accept this sacrifice in order to take your rightful place as the lord of all worlds!”

Danny looked down to see a handsome young man in a well fitted suit glaring up at him, blood drying from a wound on his head.

When their eyes met, something changed. The summoning circle flared from Danny’s own ice blue to a sharp neon green, and something lit up under the chair the ‘sacrifice’ was tied to.

With noises of surprise, the cultists started to rise to investigate, but Danny snapped his fingers and caught them all in ice.

Landing, Danny inspected both the runes in the summoning circle and the one beneath the sacrifice, and then floated out of the circle to find the book the cultists had been using to summon him.

When he found it, he had the urge to finish these idiots off himself. They had somehow botched the ritual so much that they had turned it into something of a wedding, and now he was ghost married to a human civilian.

Turning back to said human civilian, he found the other on his feet on the opposite side of the room, holding an improvised weapon.

“Oh cool, you got free. Good news, you’re not going to die.”

The civilian stiffened even more, arching an eyebrow.

“Tt. What is the bad news?”

Danny shrugged.

“Oh, not much. We’re just kinda… Married now? I’ll find a way to dissolve it, or something, and you’re not obligated to have anything to do with me, but… Yeah. Supernaturally married. Is a thing. That we are.”

Civilian’s shoulders slumped, and he stalked out of the warehouse (why was it always warehouses?). Danny followed behind.

“Oh, hey, we’re in Gotham!”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Close to my apartment.”

The man turned to him incredulously.

“The ghost king has an apartment in Gotham?”

Danny let his transformation wash over him.

“Well, Danny Fenton does, and I’m him most of the time.”

“Damian Wayne. A pleasure.”

Damian held out his hand, and Danny shook it carefully.

“Totally! I’m gonna- go. I guess. And look into the ghost married thing.”

“No rush. It might be advantageous to be married to an interdimensional king.”

With a laugh, Danny lifted into the air.

“Sure. I’m cool with being friends, if you want. Maybe we can work together.”

“I can do friends.”

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x batman #danny phantom #damian wayne #dead serious #dpxdc #fake dating #idiots to lovers

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aluc-art · 8 months

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Paulina and Patricia my beloveds.

#eddsworld fanart #ew paul #ew patryck #art #coloured art #doodles #sketch #ellsworld fanart #ellsworld #artists on tumblr

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going-getting-got-ghost · 7 months

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Ectoberhaunt Day 4: Aliens

…Paulina longingly looked up into the night sky. Her black soulless eyes tearing up longing to return to her beloved planet “Shallowwitchous”. Her nearly flawless skin started to get covered in her nasty envious green spots while her two antenna and devilish horns- that hypothesized any high school boy- emerged from her head. Her ears molding into fish like webbing listening for any sound…any vibrations from space. She missed her home, the place that made her the heartless dim-witted being she is.

Danny: Sam? What the hell was that?

Sam: My fan fiction of Paulina. It would make sense she is an alien. I mean with all that hair it would surprise me.

Tucker: Seriously?

Sam: Well, why else would one keep such long hair and cake their face with make up?

Tucker: I sense a bit of jealousy…

Sam: Jealous? Of Paulina? Yeah right!

@ectoberhaunt

#danny phantom #tucker foley #danny fenton #Sam Manson #ectoberhaunt23

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elhowe · 4 months

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Perdita of Sicily and Bohemia

Princess, Daughter of a Shepherd or Shepherdess, Daughter of a King?

The Winters Tale. post - Act 5. Scene 3.

All but Perdita exit. She looks off.

Perdita speaks.

I wonder if there is more story here.

[a pause]

There is, of course. There always is. A story cannot stand alone - Not one line holds the next line back For fear his time will not be shown.

A man writes words, woman recites Here we go, never-ending plight

And yet I stand here, Woman, wife, daughter, princess And even now I wish for more - Or else, perhaps. A shepherdess, With the name of royalty.

[Another pause. She laughs without humor.]

A shepherdess! A shepherdess, or a princess? Who can tell the difference now. I stand here with red skin and calloused fingers

I use lanolin to treat them, but here! Where are my sheep, my care? Sicily’s cold coast holds me away And my wool will be fine now - Spun by someone far away, Carded and combed and washed By a woman I will never meet.

A farmer in the employ of my father - My father, a man called Leonates - a king - Not the shepherd of my upbringing, Not my beloved carer, but a man in a castle Who cast me away, doomed my mother to death, At a glance which he now knows was nothing

Leonates claims me as his own daughter, now But as an infant - fresh from the womb, The most innocent of gods creatures He set me to die, to be left for the wild.

And I am lonely, here - I have a husband, my dear, Florizel, but I knew him by another name not weeks ago, And I knew not of his father - the King, Another king, who now calls me daughter While my own father stands there, beside me, Dressed in finery I could never have imagined in my youth, My brother beside him, his own fine clothes that do not fit The fool I know him to be.

Here, they too, are called kin - Leonates calls my father ‘brother,’ my brother ‘son’. My mother, a woman I knew not of and then believed to be dead in only a minute, Now suddenly stands tall, marble come to warm life.

And a brother, too - not that which has been with me through my childhood, But another, dead from when I was hardly a day old. Shall I mourn him too? A child, so much younger than I am now, dead nearly all my life, but with blood and lineage the same as mine. He fell with grief, for the woman he called mother his whole life, and I wonder where my grief should be? Should it be long gone, with the rest? Should I be celebrating this joyous reunion? I should, I know! I know, I know, I know!

And still there are more to know - Paulina, who must be my mother’s - (‘the queen’, instead, for I cannot find it in myself yet to call her mother,) Handmaiden, a woman loyal beyond words. She embraced me upon recognition, gave me words of comfort, And so I am grateful to her, And the man Antigonus, her husband, whom they tell me is long dead, Killed while saving my life. My life, worth that of this noble man’s.

But Paulina stands as if she is indebted to me - she bids me bow to my mother, As if I was not mourning her death but a moment ago - This, I think! I am told I have a mother, told she is dead, told we are to see her likeness, told she is alive And now Leonates wishes us to speak To know one another, our lost time - Must I? Must I know this life? I am happy with my love, and with the wealth my father and brother, the shepherds, have received I would not deign to lack forgiveness, for the gift I have been given In love, and wealth and family, both old and new. But here I stand and I miss my sheep! One, I had raised since its birth An ewe, by the name of Dorcsa - a light joke, a tease amongst friends. Dorcsa now, I wonder, looks for me. I know full well she does not - I know the nature of sheep, So long as one is feeding them, they have no wist for those who have fed before So perhaps she looks not for me, But I for her - I see her, and myself, a youth, Embracing her warm coat, picking burrs out of the wool which I would later help my father to carefully shear. I had imagined I would do this - shearing and burr-picking - And feeding and grazing and corralling - For the rest of my life, and now I know not if I will do it ever again It is hard work, for certain, but it is the work I know. Will the calluses on my hands go soft? Will my skill with the sheep waver? Will I know no-longer how to create yarn from the raw wool, will I remember only bits of my once treasured profession?

[A pause. She is imagining her sheep, and then she looks back towards where Hermione’s ‘statue’ had stood.]

I had dreamt of my mother, throughout my youth, And yet even today, with Kings and Lords pronouncing the power of dreams, I know that this visionary image was not the woman who has now come to life, As a child, and, I must confess, even so recent, I did not picture The Queen Hermione, who stands before me now and tells me I am her own. I saw, in those dreams, another woman, a working woman, who shared my freckled skin and sun bleached hair, not the pale visage and carefully arranged locks of the Queen, and this woman, my imagined mother, wore a crown of daisies, not gold, as Hermione does even now, As the man my father Leonates takes her away from this old house.

I am old enough now, I know now well enough, That this was not some ought but natural vision But only the imagination of a youth Who had never known from whose breast she came. Somehow, though, I think that woman from the dream May have made more sense as the mother to me, A woman who now stands as a Princess - in two ways, That of Bohemia and that of Sicily! And yet wishes for the fields and labor that she has always known.

My new father-in-law, at the feast which I hosted, Which seems ages ago now, in my lost home of Bohemian fields, Said that I appeared noble, despite my poor family. “She smacks of something greater than herself,” he said, When he did not think I could hear, “Too noble for this place,” He called me, and I heard, and at the time, I thought it a compliment.

I am noble, I had thought, while I danced like a child, I do appear great. Now I think of how he must have meant it - a girl pretending, Imagining she could be good enough, noble enough, to marry the Prince to whom I am now wed. Well it is alright now, Polixenes must have said, now that I know from whose loins she came. The noble Leonates, who would cast an infant away for no crime of its own, who would send his noble wife to prison because of an anxious thought. It is his daughter, his offspring, who may marry Florizel, Not the daughter of the poor Shepherd, Who would find a baby alone and take her in with no question, Who would raise her as his own, with all the love in his heart.

I told Florizel, back in Bohemia, “I told you so,” I told him, That nothing good could come of our relationship. I told him, “I’ll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes and weep.” And now I do not weep, and I am without my ewes, And I am likely to someday be Queen, Alongside the king of that man I met by chance, When I thought my life would be only ewes and pastures.

So now I stand here in this empty hall. Soon enough I shall rejoin my family - those who have lived by that name for many years, and those who have not. But for just a moment I will mourn. The shepherdess Perdita, who is named for loss, With the red cheeks and freckled skin and mess of hair And the shepherd family and the rural home and the sheep named In gentle teasing of friends.

And I will allow her to leave, sail away on the west wind, Back to her rolling hills and her sheep and her childhood, As I step towards the Princess of Sicily and Bohemia.

I wrote / made this for class lol but I was proud of it. Perdita is a character in Shakespeares The Winters Tale, who is a princess abandoned by her royal father as an infant and raised by a shepherd and his son. At the end, she has very few lines but basically seems to just accept her new life, and I wanted her to have something to say - my first stage direction here is meant to sit at the very end of the play.

I photoshopped the image myself - it's from a painting by Frederick Sandy's that's just called Perdita. The flowers are all ones she mentions in (one of? I can't remember) her first appearances in the play.

I wrote a bunch about this because it was my final project for this class, but it's mostly rambling so I didn't put it here lol, probably already rambly enough.

#writers #shakespeare #the winters tale #perdita #pastoral scene #pastoralism #romanticism #my writing #my artwork #:)#does this count as digital art (me photoshopping real art)#poetry #soliloquy #my bs art

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dolce-elegy · 2 years

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I would like to hear more about your halfa!Paulina au please?

Oh really? Normally people don't like to hear my silly headcanons but okay! Basically there's not that much to it and from what I remember I made it as a joke. Long story short, Desiree overheard Paulina wishing she could be closer to her "beloved ghost boy~<3" and help him out. Thus she granted her ghost powers, which Paulina then proceeded to make Danny and the gang's problem. She's basically a big hindrance at first (like that episode that Jazz kept accidentally screwing things up while trying to help) but eventually she gets the hang of it and she, Danny, Sam and Tucker actually become friends. She and Sam even learn to respect each other and Paulina gets some much needed development.

I think I also remember, that when she first gets her powers she doesn't know Fenton is Phantom and is wondering why Sam and Tucker get to hang out with her "ghost boy~<3". Though she does immediately figure it out and kicks herself for not realizing it sooner and is conflicted about her crush. Star is also on Paulina's secret, though she doesn't know Danny's. Also Paulina's relationship with Valerie becomes even more complicated since she does realize what her ex-friend went through and how shallow she had been to kick her out of the A-Listers for no longer being rich, but Goddammit is it too much to ask for Valerie to stop frying her hair with one of her ectoguns when she's out patrolling in her ghost form?

#answered asks #youmaycallmeyourhighness #danny phantom #paulina #headcanon #i completely forgot about that au

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latibvles · 1 year

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THIS, TOO.

#37 A KISS ON THE UPPER BACK. feat. boxer! charlie x former boxer! dick — send me a prompt here.

another one for my beloved @pomprincesse and this one admittedly had me sniffling. early morning dick and charlie feelings make me misty-eyed and I appreciate the enabling for more of this boxing au madness. consider it my apology gift for the ghost au.

She didn’t know getting punched in the face could reap so many prizes beyond… monetary ones.

Boxing gave her this apartment, no matter how shitty, is hers — with the dated cabinets, and the thin walls. It’s something she was able to get for herself, free up some room at home, and now her sister’s got a room of her own.

Boxing gave her Joe, Bill, Paulina, Malarkey, all the rest — as irritating as she claimed for them to be, she doesn’t know where she’d be without them. Alone, that little voice in the back of her head reminds her, you’d be alone.

And it gave her Harry, who believed in her, and Jean, the best corner woman she’d ever known, and Lew, who was almost too generous when sponsoring her all those years ago.

And it gave her this, too.

His hand, splayed over her abdomen, keeping her pressed against him, his leg over hers, keeping her caged to the bed. As if there’s anywhere else she’d rather be. Dick runs so warm it’s easy to forget how cold her apartment gets, and with no words, he manages to keep her in bed just for the chance to prolong this.

She feels the steady rise and fall of his chest, can imagine his sleep rumpled face, the freckles on his shoulders, the marks left in the night that will make him grin and roll his eyes, when he sees them.

On mornings like this, when she’s finally awake before he is, she almost has a hard time believing any of it is real. That it’s hers. That he’s hers. She doesn’t know if it’s luck or God or fate but she knows if she didn’t make Jean wrap her hands in medical tape and gauze all those years ago, she wouldn’t have him now.

Behind her, he groans, low and deep and sleep-filled, the sheets rustling as he shuffles back for a moment. She has half a mind to turn her head to greet him, but she doesn’t get the chance. He presses a kiss, soft and feather like, to one shoulder blade. Her breath hitches in her throat.

Dick moves to the other shoulder blade, another kiss pressed there. And then two, to the center of her upper back, she feels the grin playing on his lips, goosebumps rising to the surface where he’s all but seared himself into her skin at the ripe time of eight in the morning.

She loves him so much she could cry.

Instead, Charlie turns around beneath the weight of his arm, to look him in his sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

“Hey you,” he mutters, his voice still rough with sleep. She reaches up to run her thumb lazily over his cheek, smiling when his grin only seems to grow.

“Hey yourself,” she murmurs back, affectionate, shifting in the bed so they’re a little less than chest-to-chest. “Slept good, I’m guessing. Better than the train?” A slow sigh escapes him, the arm draped over her shifting so he can grab her hip, rub his thumb against her hip bone.

“Better than the train,” Dick parrots, eyes opening a little more, but just as reluctant. “Should probably get up.”

“You got big plans I don’t know about?” Charlie quips, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, you caught me. How’d you know?” He shoots back, dry.

“Too smart for my own good, I guess.” She tries to shift him onto his back, pushing against his shoulder and he, ready and willing, lets her. She keeps her leg thrown over him, laying on his chest fully now.

“Mmm,” He shuts his eyes for a moment, lets his fingers trail down the curve of her spine, and she shivers. He opens his eye again, raises a brow. “You’re not gonna let me get up, are you?” Charlie grins, catlike, and presses a kiss to his jaw.

“You caught me.”

#i will also admit . this was about to explore joe's lil side plot goin on in this au #“side plot” just him and paulina being gross (affectionate) and that whole Beautiful Mess.#but I've gotta flesh that out more first #but needless to say : the NCOs being gym buddies is one of my favorite things about this au #and also Dick Winters being forced to lie in. that's important (to me)#dick x charlie #. charlie sawyer #au: so scarlet (it was maroon)#boxer! au #poet’s notepad

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spiderman-homecomeme · 2 years

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My favourite fic of yours: We know it's Ex on the Beach. It's so heart-wrenching and heart-healing. It was my first AO3 bookmark. I still feel so many emotions about the way you made them hurt each other and then come back together. Honestly, G, it's masterful. I'm going to joyfully scream about the EotB flashbacks forever. You write about love in such a beautiful, messy, and complex way. You let Peter and MJ be petty as FUCK (truly, new levels of pettiness were pioneered in this fic) and then so tenderly drop all these clues that they still love each other. You are genuinely, deeply funny and sharp and I love the way you put that energy into the dynamic you created in this story, not just between Peter and MJ, but amongst their entire group. Oh, and Paulina and Brad are an iconic pairing that I will NEVER forget lol

Second!!! i'm crying you are so kind!! thank you bröther

ex on the beach my beloved!!

ilu

fanfic asks for the askers!

#ask games #second #my love #my brother #spideychelle #petermj

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misspeculiar-principe · 11 months

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(Draft)

If we're going to have a baby girl, I'm going to name her:

"Pedro"

Priscilla (after my late beloved maternal grandma 🙏🏼🕊🤍)

Patricia (after my maternal aunt ❤)

Peewee

Paulene/Pauline/Pauleen

Paulina

"Maria"

Mercedes (after my late beloved paternal grandma 🙏🏼🕊🤍)

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ectokelpeigh · 2 years

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hello, about your horse oc? tell me more?

ah yes ghost horse my beloved

First of all I'm writing an origin story fic, so there’s plenty more content off the bat. But here are some basics that don’t spoil the plot at all, details I don’t think I can work into the story organically, and a few headcanons that clash with the fic:

Ghost horse oc is AMAI (assigned mare at inception). Everything I've written about her has huge mare energy.

She is the most plain, nondescript horse I can imagine. Medium bay with no markings. 15hh. Mature adult, not particularly old or young. Some grade quarter horse cross. We’re going for max irony in that the only thing that stands out about this horse in any way is where she shows up.

Her power doesn’t stop at looking normal: anything that wouldn’t have an effect on a regular living horse does not work on her either. She doesn’t show up on ghost scanners. Doesn’t trip Phantom’s ghost sense. Ghost shields? Whatever. She can’t be caught in the thermos. You know how we as a fandom marvel at Danny being comically OP? Now imagine that, plus most of the impediments that cancel some of it out aren’t a factor for GHOC.

She even develops a taste for blood blossoms. I’m gonna say blood blossoms are safe for living horses, therefore they don’t affect ghost horse oc negatively thanks to her handy special power. Maybe the properties that make most ghosts react to them actually make them extra appetizing to her? Babe wake up ranch 3 just dropped

Her ~special power~ makes it incredibly difficult at first to verify that she’s a ghost at all. But she can’t be as normal as she looks. No one ever sees her coming or going from these random places. One time she shows up in a bank vault and none of the video cameras catch her entrance or exit. You can imagine how silly the first person to try (and fail) to get her with a ghost trap/weapon must feel

While she presents an existential conundrum, her appearance and behavior convince all the humans that she’s not a threat. Jack and Maddie lose interest pretty quickly. However, ghosts are downright terrified of her. When she pops into the visible spectrum, the ghosts hustle back to the GZ like it’s not safe to be in the same realm as her. (Except Phantom, but everyone’s used to him being exceptional. Conversely, most animals are wary of Danny since the accident, but Nightmare likes him so that’s a welcome change of pace.)

As stated in my original post some people take to calling her Cotton Eyed Foal. The same person who came up with “Inviso-Bill” is probably responsible. It only lasts until one day Phantom refers to her as "Nightmare" and the town rolls with it. Everyone figures 1. it's less of a mouthful and 2. if she already had a name, Phantom would be more likely than them to know about it, so deferring to him seems wise. In reality he made a dumb pun about her being a nightmare to deal with.

Nightmare enters the scene at a time where Phantom is generally regarded as a hero but he makes so many "spooking" jokes he pisses everyone off and he's public enemy #1 again within a week

…That and a lot of people are convinced the horse is Phantom's so he's got to be to blame for any trouble she causes

People who think the horse belongs to Phantom start to speculate that Phantom was a Horse Girl (which is a gender neutral term thank you) in life. One popular theory for why she showed up so much later is that Phantom died first and his horse missed him so much that when she eventually died she became a ghost and came to Amity Park to be with him

^Paulina is of this belief. In her unending bid for Phantom’s attention she goes nuts with equestrian-inspired fashion. The Regina George Effect has half the school wearing jodhpurs to class within the week.

Phantom does kind of adopt Nightmare. Or she adopts him. Once they meet she hangs around him a lot and Danny figures he can at least keep an eye on her. If you can’t beat ‘em, adopt ‘em. (This pisses Vlad off because he can neither defeat nor adopt Danny or Nightmare. You KNOW that man wants a ghost horse.)

Once Danny figures out how to horse his hero-ing looks an awful lot like wrangling mischievous ghosts back into the GZ. Can I get a yeehaw

This prompts Danny and Tucker to marathon a whole lot of classic westerns. Danny needs material for cowboy puns, duh. Nightmare consistently crashes these marathons and never fails to spill their popcorn everywhere*. You’d think Tucker and Danny would give up on popcorn but at this point it’s a pride thing

*I am basing this behavior on my own goblin bastard of a horse who insists on barging indoors and making the biggest mess possible before I shoo him out.

#talk about ghost horse oc?? DONT MIND IF I DO #uh i mean jeez twist my arm #klo #ghost horse oc #i had to cut a bunch of stuff because apparently answers have a character limit #they're all saved and available upon request tho #kla

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lizardrosen · 2 years

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paulina winter's tale my beloved!! every single word she says is iconic! she and beatrice much ado would make an indomitable team.

meanwhile leontes is doing the othello thing without even needing an iago. he forgets that he asked hermione to get polixenes to stay at his court in the same way claudio forgets the plan for don pedro to woo hero in his place, but with even less reason. as of act ii, he's spiraling into paranoia hard, like a more annoying lear or macbeth; at least i could empathize at least a little with those two, but i cannot stand leontes and wish great harm upon him.

and speaking of lear: camillo defends hermione like kent defending cordelia, but instead of getting banished and coming back in a different hat, he chooses banishment for himself rather than do something that he knows is wrong and based in a falsehood or misunderstanding. cordelia and hermione both defend themselves with a gentle but unshakable certainty and i love them both.

#the winter's tale #much ado about nothing #king lear

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supernova-ferro · 2 years

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i do not like paulina or whatever her name is

also im on the first ep im nearly finished it

anyways california my beloved <3333

#shaz watches papas por encargo

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daysofourlivesrecaps · 9 months

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Friday, 14 July 2023

A couple of weeks ago, I thought I might be getting a little burned out on this show. At the very least, I wasn’t feeling particularly engaged in most of the plots, which didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Boy, it did not take them long to turn THAT around.

Let’s start with Marlena, who’s still confronting Kristen over the whereabouts of Rachel (Kristen’s daughter, Marlena’s granddaughter). Kristen continues to insist that she has no idea where Rachel could be.

Then she pivots to that old standby: “but hypothetically, if I did know where she was, I might be more inclined to tell you if there was something in it for me.”

Marlena is, as I have mentioned many times, the moral center of this show (when she isn’t possessed by the Devil, anyway — and it’s been over a year since that was true). But she’s been making some pretty weird choices lately. Like this one, where she just agrees to Kristen’s hypothetical scenario and swears to use her Main Character powers to convince Brady to revisit the custody agreement that currently doesn’t allow Kristen to see her daughter at all.

So Marlena leaves to do that. And then someone emerges from the secret room. OH NO, IT’S A BEAR!!

Oh, whew. It’s not a bear. It’s just the daughter that Kristen is illegally hiding here. That’s entirely fine.

Apparently Rachel was hiding in plain sight up in the attic, amidst a vast assortment of stuffed animals that we apparently don’t have the budget to show.

They have, by my accounting, paid for two bear suits now, though: this child-sized one, and the adult-sized Duke. Duke’s heyday was a storyline from over a year ago, but he still makes the occasional appearance — one as recently as a couple of months ago!

Marlena finds Brady and Belle chatting in the town square and goes over her “just give custody back to Kristen and she’ll tell us where Rachel” plan.

Brady thinks this is a terrible plan and so does Belle, but Marlena has Therapist Powers and Main Character Powers and, over these two particular people, Mom Powers, so there’s absolutely no way they can resist. My god, no wonder Satan keeps coming after this woman. She has an entire town under her thrall.

So Belle uses her Lawyer Powers to draw up a new custody agreement.

Which Brady then takes over to Kristen.

Then, after making a big show of having Kristen sign it, he tears it up in her face.

Which… is a highly impractical way to make your point, but also, 10/10 for handling it in the most melodramatically soapish way possible.

And while all of this really was quintessential soap stuff that really delivers everything you want out of a show like this… trust me when I tell you that it was the much less interesting B-story today.

First, we pick up where we left off with Lani confronting Jerry about his part in Abe’s disappearance.

Lani might only be on temporary furlough from prison, but she’s still one hell of a detective. Jerry endures her questioning for all of about thirty seconds before essentially collapsing to the floor in a fetal position, weeping openly and confessing every last detail of Nurse King’s very stupid plan.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Nurse King is being questioned by Steve.

She also folds almost immediately, but her plan is to just throw Jerry under the bus and resume fleeing town with Abe’s poor, drugged-up body.

So they’re all getting pretty close to finding Abe, who’s still zonked out on Nurse King’s couch watching Body and Soul. AND NOW HE’S SEEING HIS OWN ACTUAL SELF IN THE SHOW.

This is the dumbest thing I have ever seen and I love it so much. Best of all, they actually deliver on everything that “beloved character recovering from amnesia think’s he lives in a soap that exists inside our soap” promises. Up to and including an appearance by a fictionalized version of his wife, Paulina!

Jackée (best known for the 80s sitcom 227) has always looked great on Days, but her Body and Soul appearance is some real next-level shit. Honestly, sometimes I find myself wishing she was a little better at selling some of the heavier emotional stuff on this show but this camp comedy stuff is completely her wheelhouse and She. Fucking. Nails it.

TV Abe sort-of recognizes his wife, and other elements of his actual existence start seeping into the show. He even starts to remember that he and Paulina have a daughter together: Lani.

Fictional Paulina (whom they’ve given the surprisingly not-over-the-top name Sandra Clarkington) doesn’t know what he’s talking about. They’ve never even met before, so how could they possibly have a daughter?

But then Abe’s viewing is abruptly interrupted by a tap-tap-tapping on Nurse King’s chamber door and IT’S LANI! HIS ACTUAL DAUGHTER! SHE FOUND HIM!

Days of Our Lives, I am truly sorry that I ever doubted you.

#days of our lives #dool #peacock #soap opera

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