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istadris · 11 months

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Hello!

Ok, so...if it wasn't a problem, do you have something you would like to share about "Accidental Ghost King Luigi"?

I saw that you mentioned it and it really caught my attention, a lot of thoughts came up when I finished Luigi's Mansion 3 and I love expanding them.

So most of the ideas were discussed here, but I can scrounge up some more.

TL;DR for this AU : E.Gadd passes away, leaving in his will everything he owns to Luigi, who is now probably the richest man in the mushroom kingdom between the estates, the cash and the employees, living or not. (Spoilers alert : once Luigi realizes exactly how much he owns, he freaks out so much he hides under his blanket for several hours, with Mario patting the bundle and occasionally slipping snacks under it).

Then once he calms down enough, he wants to give everything away but it turns out to not be that simple, explains the Toad in charge of giving the will to Luigi:

"What if I DON'T want all of this ??"

"I don't know about the ready money or the coffee shop, but by all ghost and Boo laws, you are the rightful master of these places that you earned through Right of Conquest until someone else comes to dethrone you."

And it turns out, yes, by beating King Boo three times, on his haunting ground, with the last time being a direct challenge to Luigi and his kin, Luigi effectively conquered him, with all of his ghosts and Boos. And King Boo was a very powerful ghost. Luigi is now King Luigi.

"Why was E.Gadd even the owner of these places then, he wasn't the one chasing ghosts there !"

"Oh, he wasn't the actual owner of anything: before the dark moon incident, the ghosts were not agressive and let him play around, and afterwards, he acted as your steward to maintain your domains in your absence"

"Wait, is that why King Boo keeps coming after me ? Not just by revenge?"

"Oh yes, definitely, you dethroned him three times, that's a bad number for a spirit."

Peach, who has to deal regularly with a king ruling over a place where 90% of roaylty dealings involve kidnapping : "oh, Luigi dear..."

Except E.Gadd comes back. As a ghost. And he's still obsessed with science, but now without any of these pesky mortal ethics or boundaries. To the point his experiences go from "eyebrow-raising in the methods but ultimately for the greater good" to "mad scientist except this one is perfectly aware of what his potential enemies can do and acts accordingly."

At first he seems relatively reasonable...until Luigi refuses to give him back Gooigi AND the rest of the ghosts, too. Maybe he has grown fond of his new "subjects", or maybe he senses giving E.Gadd full control of the ghosts is a bad idea.

"My boy, do you think you could use my own creations against me ? I know them better inside out than you can ever do !!"

E.Gadd doesn't take it well.

E.Gadd is now very curious and vindicative towards this meddling new Ghost King who dares to get in the way of his research.

E.Gadd issues a challenge. And by challenge we mean that he takes possession of Luigi's territories. Probably kidnaps Mario & co, AND Polterpup (he knows how to capture ghosts, and he knows how helpful the ghost pup is to Luigi). Oh, and he steals and breaks all existing Poltergusts.

Now Luigi is stuck in a dangerous place with a mad ghost after him, unarmed, alone...except for King Boo, still stuck in his container, that he managed to grab on the way out of the laboratory.

King Boo is angry at Luigi for stealing his title, but he certainly isn't going to let the professor beat HIS nemesis!! What will the rest of the spectral community say if the one who defeated him loses his new title so fast?? Luigi isn't sure about the logic behind this reasoning, but he'll take any help he can get.

So now it's the team up of the century, and by that I mean King Boo snarking and loudly complaining from his container, asking again and again to be let out, while Luigi tries to survive and to keep KB inside the container (he has enough on his plate, he doesn't want another mad ghost after him); all while KB actually guides Luigi through the mysteries of ghosts and spectres, as well as the intricacies of the Ghost King title. But even after King Boo manages to get out of the container at some point, he still sticks by Luigi. You can guess why.

A Very Important Plot Point: King Boo gets frustrated by how much time Luigi takes and decides to shove some spectral power in him to level the field.

That's a fun surprise : King Boo's spectral essence boosts up Luigi's Thunderhand (that he had stopped using due to how taxing it was on his body; but now the Boo power helps circumventing this energy tax). KB acts as the new "source" and makes it way more potent, especially given his own affinity with lightning.

"Isn't that cheating ?"

"Have you even MET ME ??? Here, have some of my power, it should AT LEAST give you a boost so you won't die right after touching a gho-"

*huge thunderbolt crashing on the house frizzing everything electrical device*

"....WHAT WAS THAT"

"Uh....it never did that before."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "IT NEVER DID THAT BEFORE ?? YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU HAD LATENT MAGICAL ABILITIES!!?? WHY DID YOU NEVER USE THEM AGAINST ME !!!???"

Later, when they manage to free Mario, KB eyes Mario suspiciously for a loooong moment as both brothers look in hope.

Then he shrugs : "Nah, not gonna happen"

"What?? Why ??"

"It's more fun if Luigi gets my power, he's my nemesis. Just ask Bowser to lend you fire powers next time you see him"

"That's ridiculous, with everything at stake..."

"More seriously, you are NOT my nemesis. You did NOT deal with my powers as intimately as Luigi did"

"Don't put it that way please"

"Even if I wanted to provide you power, Mario is much weaker to my powers, he wouldn't be able to harness them."

#booigi #super mario bros #luigi's mansion #answers #miscellaneous mario madness #accidental ghost king AU

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fatuifucker · 1 year

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scaramouche x kitsune! reader lore and background

background for the lore in scaramouche's kitsune familiar! reader au

sorry if the wording is all over the place, this is just meant to be a summary so try not to mind it too much

Before Yae Miko, there was another who had caught the eye of Raiden Ei. Tamamo-no-mae. Using her charms and seduction, she slid her way into the archon's heart and became the kagemusha's lover. However, it was all a farce, for her true goal was to claim Inazuma for herself and set it into ruin. The archon twins eventually saw through her deceptions, and Raiden Ei was forced to slay her lover for the sake of her nation. Before she departed, Tamamo-no-mae left a 'gift' in the form of a child she conceived with another. Despite the atrocities it could bring, when Ei saw the crying kit in the middle of the battlefield, she couldn't bear to point her blade towards it.

Raiden Ei brought the kit to the Narukami Shrine, where it was raised under the care of the diligent shrine maidens. While Ei had reservations of the potential chaos it could bring to Inazuma, Makoto saw it as a beacon of wisdom and truth. She intended to take the kit under her wing and make it her familiar; to have it capture the beauty of what it means to be the Inazuma archon and witness the beauty of transience to share its wisdom with the world. But alas, the Narukami Gongen perished before the kit could become an adult.

In preparation for her eternal meditation, Ei created a puppet shogun to take her place. One of which was a prototype that shed tears in his sleep. In him, she saw something: a remnant, a reminder of her deceased sister. Recalling her sister's wish, Ei left the puppet in a mansion with the kit, in hopes that they could witness transience in the way she as an archon can't, so Makoto's wish could come true.

Of course, it didn't go all according to plan.

The kit happily lived with the doll along with a group of bladesmiths, its bond with the puppet becoming stronger and stronger with each passing day. However, the kit was haunted with nightmares of their former master, lamenting their failure at fulfilling their duty in protecting the Inazuma archon. A scientist by the name of Escher noticed the kit's troubles and gave it a specially procured medicine meant to keep the nightmares away. Not wanting to turn down the scientist's act of kindness, it took the medicine everyday as instructed, not knowing that it was a poison meant to impair and permanently damage one's cognitive abilities with hallucinations and clog it from thinking critically.

After the incident in Tatarasuna and the apparent betrayal of Niwa and Yae Miko, the puppet and fox found a lonely, nameless child. Together, the pair cared for the child, and they became a family. Until one day, while the puppet was out getting food, the fox walked into the sight of the child's lifeless body on the ground. Devastated, the fox collapsed on the ground, crying, wishing that they could just forget their useless existence and life.

—

Today, an elusive kitsune trails behind the shadow of the balladeer. It doesn't know anything from their past. Who was their kin? What was their childhood like? The only memories they have are of their time as a servant of some lowlife shogunate members who only used the kitsune as a tool for power.

On days where they weren't needed, they were stuffed away in their empty mirror prison; a hellscape where the only thing they could do is hum lullabies they forgot the origins of while contemplating their blank existence. The one who slaughtered those men and saved them was someone known as Kunikuzushi, who held out his hand towards them with a promise:

"Lend me your strength, and I'll keep you safe. I'll eradicate this cruel and unjust world, and bring forth a new era where you'll never have to suffer again."

Today, this kitsune familiar stands beside their master– no, their lover, as he holds their hand, preaching for a world where he would be its god.

#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer

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cosmic-spider · 6 months

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The beginning of a battle of love

Rottmnt four kings au x reader

There are four kingdoms in the land the

First mushroom kingdom in the east that was nice and calm and colorful that had the toads as there people. As they had a not of hold and the rulers castle was on the highest hill of the land for all to see.

There king well not really king since he called himself the prince instead of a king. There ruler Leo although was nice to the kingdoms even if there tule didn’t go to the importante meets or anything that was urgent.

Second in the north what the Koop kingdom that was known for there volcanic lands and many hot environments. That had koopas and gumbas as there people.

With militant lava lakes and rives and well and a castle have of stone and iron that was many in the ground but was also able to be mobile as well if wanted to be.

This kingdom was manly known for there battle and grate fighting army as well as defense, and a good king to go along with it.

The kingdom of the topas had there king Raph that looks to be very mean and scary at first glance.

With his spikes she’ll that poked throw his cape and scarp claw as and horns. Plus with how big he was also intimidated many. But Raph was a good king and a nice one at that even with his looks. Self training the army making the kingdom stronger and re building homes and places free of charge after a battle. He also unknown to many has a few fundraiser for children and orphanages in his kingdom.

Next in the West was the boos kingdom where all the boo’s and other ghostly creatures are. This kingdom always had a more 1900’s haunting house feel to it. But as well had a a constant climate of rain and thunderstorms.

The kingdom as well was many surrounded by a a big forest.That was almost dead looking giving more to that Victoria hunted ascetic.the homes were many mansions apartments had very few houses and hotels to stay in.

This kingdom had the castle of the king very deep into the forest, where it was very hard to find if he did try to go on foot m. If you weren’t part of the royal army, or someone sent specifically to the king, it would be a very hard chance for you to find it.

The castle looked more like a manner, but with this tall towers in some corners in a very distinguished look it did look like a very Victoria castle.

The king Donnie or rather Donatello as other officially call him. Was very proper and full the them with his kingdom. With his lavish suit and we’ll as crown.

We was a very good king knew about politics, economy, and society. Although may not seem to many of his tracks, since he was rather cold to everyone, he does very much care about his kingdom, and as well as the most technical advanced kingdom of them all.

Lastly was the boom kingdom in the south in the middle of the desert. Although to many it way not seem like the best place for a kingdom but this kingdom was in a oasis areas that were semi close to each other.

The kingdom had brick walls to protect the areas from the sandstorms and others weather that passes by. Most of the people that live here were boomb’s that came in different sizes. There kings castle was like a Egyptian pyramid, or a Sandcastle mix.

The king on the surface seems so nice and cheery. They always had a smile on your face and as well always nice to the king another people even outside of the kingdom.

But do be warned under there kind face there were a literally a time boom of there pásense and kindnesses until they snapped and let out all there rage in a literal explosion.

There king Mikey was very artistic that not only was in painting and drawing. He also was in sculpture, culinary and pottery and many more things.

This king was the nicest out of them all but just like the phrase . This kings kindness is not a weakness or anything to take advantage off.

What happens when a human enters into this world through a old server pipe she found one day in a forest close to her home. As she wonders around from kingdom to kingdom making the kings of these kingdoms to fall for her. As looks for a way to get back to her world or to find what to do in this new home of hers?

so I hope you all like this. And I made this after rewatching The Super Mario Bros. Movie again while babysitting my cousins. I still can’t believe I made this whole thing in less than a hour after rewatching the movie.

Should I continue with this story?

Inspired by @gal-with-pastels

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#ahhhh writing #king bowser raph #king bom omb! mikey #4 king au #king boo! donnie #prince peach leo #x reader #rottmnt au

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 2 years

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BFCD Black Women in Horror/Monsters & More Masterlist

Black Women in Horror | Final Girls | Slayers | BFCD Monsters & More Masterlists

Izzy Bit |

Old Woman Josie Welcome to Nightvale | Olivia Two Sentence Horror Stories: Teeth

Queenie American Horror Story

Wilhamena Mettle OK Let’s Be Heroes |

Yvonne A Nightmare on Elm Street Series |

Zafrina Twilight | Zoe Head Count |

Children in Horror | BFCD Family Friendly Spooky Season |

*List will be updated throughout October*

#Black Women in Horror #Children in Horror #long post #BFCD Spooky Season #October #BFCD Masterlist #BFCD Black Women in Horror Masterlist #black female characters #monster girls #slayers

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7171955 · 1 month

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aw gosh, thanks! i’ve been the only tomorrowlander-run blog for a while, but i’m happy to tell you there are a surprising amount of disney parks kins around, from main street to the haunted mansion! i hope my reblog of your intro post will direct some of them your way, i know seeing them in my inbox always makes me real happy since our sort are a smaller portion of the wider fictionkin community.

also! i hope it’s not too much, but i’d actually love to make a playlist for you as a welcome gift! is there any sort of music you particularly like or a specific vibe you’d enjoy?✨

and not to keep rambling, but have you ever tried out heroforge? it’s meant for making tabletop figurines, but i found it VERY useful in creating a little representation of myself. thought you may enjoy it too!

- @citizenoftmrrwlnd

oh , it’s no problem at all . it is a privilege being able to speak to other people who associate so heavily with tomorrowland , it makes me really happy to have these kinds of discussions with — as you say correctly — a smaller portion of the community !

i would always love to meet more theme park kin folk , i am thankful to know a few who associate heavily with roller coasters and the like . also , that’s so kind of you ! you don’t have to do that at all but , i am trying to find more songs that give off that “retro future / space travel” vibes — so possibly if you find any , don’t hesitate to send them my way at any point . . .

also , i have seen heroforge before ! i need to try it out at some point . i’m hoping soon i’ll be able to start making some art related to how i may potentially look like — i’m trying to really connect with any potential memories i may have / what feels correct for my appearance . thank you so much for the suggestion , i may tinker around with it while i’m figuring things out !

#✧ — [ paging mr. morrow ? ] | talking #✧ — [ visitors ] | asks #asks #kin care #fictionkin #kin #kin stimboards #otherkin

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veneritia · 7 months

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WTW Ghost Gala - Days 11 - 16

↳ [Day 11] Bats: How would your wip change if a minor character became the protagonist?

Honestly...not that much. What would happen is that the focus of the wip's events would shift to include scenes, events, and plot elements that the current main characters would never know or see. Leda or Sola as protagonists, for example, would showcase more espionage and take a deeper look into their relationships from before the start of the story. Characters like Ambrosius would shift the genre into more romance/tragedy and allow for Charles to have more screentime from the very first book.

But the actual progression of the King's Game and Fenice's fight for the throne wouldn't change significantly in terms of who wins, loses, lives, or dies.

Unless, of course, the protagonists end up being Charles, Isandros, or Aretos. In any other story, they'd be the natural protagonists. Unfortunately, they're in this one.

↳ [Day 12] Candles: After naming all your characters: tell us the meaning behind their names

Yeah, the names in WCTD are a mix of purposefully chosen names, names I picked out of a database without looking into meanings, and names I just made up, so this was...hard.

Let's get started with the only 2 characters whose name I deliberately chose:

Fenice (Italian) - Phoenix (what a shocker, I know)

Carolus/Charles (Latin/German) - Free man

And then the characters whose names I just picked at random:

Isandros (Greek) - Like a man

Leda (Greek) - possibly "Happy/Gladly"? Couldn't find a proper source. Mother of Helen of Troy, Clytemnestra, Castor, and Pollux.

Ambrosius (Latin) - From the greek Ambrosios, meaning "immortal, divine." (hahaha)

Euphemia (Greek) - Well-Spoken

Basil (Greek) - derived from the word Basileus meaning "King"

Konstantine (Latin) - "constant, steadfast."

Nikephoros (Greek) - "carrying victory"

And last but not least, characters whose I just made up

Illysandre -Lady of Illyosa

Meidira - Creation's gift

Eliskander - Defender of Men

Kaelstansa - He who stands ahead

↳ [Day 13] Coffin: Where's your favorite place to write?

I don't really have much of a favorite. I just like writing in places that are relatively quiet and my back is to a wall so I'm not paranoid that people are looking over my shoulder

↳ [Day 14] Haunted Mansion: Describe a setting in your wip

The Imperial Palace in Kaelstanopoli-- often called the Khrysopalati-- is the seat of Aetierian governance and the home of the vi Aetiers."It's a sprawling series of pavilions and gardens, set upon a gently sloping hill that overlooked [Kaelstanopoli] the city proper. In the middle of the palace was the octagonal shape of the Great Hall. It glinted gold in the sunlight, each wall-face masterfully embellished with jeweled mosaics telling legends of the Empire's first ruler."

"It was grand, ostentatious, and decadent in its display of wealth. The perfect nest for the pit of vipers that made up the Aetierian imperial court."

↳ [Day 15] Black Cat: Flesh out your antagonist: Who are they? What are they? What do they want?

Aretos vi Aetier. The ghost of a child long thought dead. Or at least, that's what he's been told he is. He is his mother's son, her legacy, and her vengeance. What exists beyond those truths can be easily twisted to suit his needs. He has as many faces as the thousand-faced god himself, and he'll use whatever is at is disposal to accomplish his goals.

↳ [Day 16] Pumpkin Spice Latte

Yeah...I'm just gonna use the one from my wip intro

FENICE VI AETIER, a portent of ill omens and the estranged daughter of the Vasilier, ignites a dangerous succession game between her and her half-siblings, where losing means death and winning means an empire.

The end of the Hes-Aei war brings with it a chance to prove her worth to her father. The challenge is simple: bring him the head of the deposed king of Hesperia, and Fenice will be granted an Ascension, marking her as a legitimate contender for the throne. But finding the defeated king in his own lands would prove to be harder than Fenice imagined— especially when the remnants of her father’s last war starts rearing its head.

#wtwevent #wtwcommunity #writeblr #preptober #collection.events #event.ghost gala #series.wctd #collection.my projects

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kittymaine · 2 years

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Monsters Need Family Too Ch. 1

// Summary: What if Bruce was a mopey little Mothman and Alfred was the ghost haunting Wayne Manor and Dick was a sad little changeling abandoned by the circus and Jason was a literal Frankenstein's Monster and Tim was a witch just trying to get his iPhone to run off the spirits of the dead? And so on and so forth.

A fun little series of ficlets about monster!Bats and how they find and love each other for the holiday season. //

Gotham as a city is one of the worst cities in the world. Everyone in the city knows it. Everyone in the country knows it. Even the low level consciousness that thrums beneath the city knows it and basks in its well earned reputation.

Not only is it one of the most violent and crime ridden cities in the world, it is also home to more strange and supernatural occurrences than anywhere on the globe. If people weren't so afraid of being shot or stabbed, it would probably be the paranormal capital of the world and a hub for paranormal investigators.

There are a lot of places in Gotham that purport to be haunted. Most of them are even legitimate. After all, murders and grisly deaths are common place in the Gotham, which makes the creation of ghosts pretty commonplace. But, nowhere in Gotham is more feared or haunted than Wayne Manor.

Wayne Manor sits in the middle of historic downtown Gotham. It's a huge gothic structure made out of sandstone bricks and slate roofs with parapets and arched stained glass windows and huge heavy wooden doors. Despite being in the middle of downtown and packed on all sides by huge office buildings and apartment complexes, it manages to have a small measure of green yard on all four sides that grows riotous with green vines and gnarled oak trees all fenced in with high rock walls topped with wickedly sharp spears to make climbing over them nearly impossible.

Officially, the extremely wealthy and extremely reclusive Bruce Wayne is the only person who lives inside. The only son of Thomas and Martha Wayne and their only surviving kin, Bruce is rumored to be strange, eccentric and terrified of the world outside his parents mansion. He very rarely ventures outside and is treated like a ghost story already by the young people who share his city.

He’s part of what makes Wayne Manor so terrifying. The other part is the rumors of the ghosts that can sometimes be seen from the windows that face the street.

People say they sometimes see an old man in old fashioned clothing in the yard or on the front porch or looking out the front facing windows sometimes. They say that he has a thin mustache and a fading hairline and that he is usually dressed in a bow tie and tailcoat. People only ever see him for a second before he disappears. But, it’s impossible for him to really be there. The only person who lives in the Manor is Bruce Wayne and he’s nowhere near that old.

The other bigger rumor is of a strange creature sometimes seen haunting the parapets and slanted roof of the Manor. Its huge hulking form merges well with the shadows, but sometimes photographs catch its supernaturally glowing red eyes or the hunch of huge wings extending from its back. They call it the Mothman of Gotham City and it's often seen gliding over the dark cloudy skies to and from the Manor. No one knows what it is or what it wants, but the rumor is that if it ever comes for you that death or madness are soon to follow it.

Nobody knows why it’s so often seen on or near Wayne Manor, but it’s more than enough to keep the natives of the city far away from the old crumbling building.

That’s what the people outside the Manor know of it. But, that’s not the whole story of Wayne Manor or its master, Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne was never a normal boy. There was almost no chance that he would ever be one even from the start.

After a wedding that was so huge and magnificent that people still talk about it to this day, Thomas and Martha Wayne left on a year long tour of the world. When they returned at the end of that year it was with a tiny squealing baby wrapped in their arms. Alfred had been surprised by the little addition, as neither of them had mentioned anything during their weekly phone calls. When Alfred had asked if the baby was hers, Martha had smiled and only said that he was now. Everyone in Gotham assumed that Bruce was their child together and neither Martha nor Thomas ever said anything to the contrary.

Alfred never asked either of the Wayne's where the baby had come from and they had never told him. It wasn't his place to pry into his employer's private affairs and Alfred was always very aware of his place and how to mind it.

Bruce was a strange baby who only grew to be a stranger boy. He barely ate and had little interest in any food. Sweets and chicken and crackers were barely picked at, dinners were often left largely untouched and yet the boy was always on track with his growth. Thomas especially fussed and worried over Bruce, but every time he was weighed and measured he was on track for his age.

He was a quiet baby that never cried and barely babbled and grew into a quiet boy who didn't run or play or get into trouble. He was always watching and listening, absorbing and remembering everything that anyone ever said in front of him. Alfred was shocked many times by the boy's sudden appearance in a dark corner or behind a cracked door, despite Alfred's own military training. More than that, sometimes it seemed like the shadows enveloped the boy and blurred his edges in a way that Alfred could not always blame on his old and fading eyesight.

Despite how unnerving Bruce could be, it was hard not to fall in love with him. Whenever his parents weren't home, he would trail after Alfred with big pale blue eyes and curious looks until Alfred explained to him what he was doing and why. Bruce would listen quietly and ask thoughtful questions and continue to trot along after him quietly, always watching, always listening.

School was a disaster. Bruce was incredibly intelligent and his parents were part of one of the founding families of Gotham, so getting Bruce registered with Gotham Academy was not a problem. But, as soon as he began attending, things went downhill quickly.

Both Bruce's classmates and teachers found him unnerving. It didn't matter how gentle or quiet he was, by the end of the month they were all terrified of him. The administration, frustrated with the teachers who couldn't explain exactly what it was about Bruce that was so upsetting, moved him to their only other kindergarten class. Before the next month was out, the new teachers and students were also terrified of Bruce.

Before Bruce could be expelled by the most prestigious school in Gotham, his parents took him out. Unfortunately, it was too late to contain the fallout.

The teachers might have signed contracts agreeing to never discuss their students with the press, but the students and their parents signed no such documents. The press went wild with stories of the creepy child of Gotham's royal family. It was to be the beginning of Bruce Wayne’s urban legend. To protect Bruce, his parents squirreled him away in the manor, paying exorbitant prices for the best teachers to come to the Manor and teach him there.

And then, Thomas and Martha Wayne were gunned down after leaving a gala just a few blocks away from their home. Bruce was eight years old.

They left the care of Bruce to Alfred, likely because he was the only person other than themselves who obviously loved the boy. The other staff were all terrified of him. Thomas and Martha's family members had barely shown any interest in him at all. Though, they sure kicked up a fuss when they realized they weren't getting a dime from Thomas and Martha's estate. It was all Bruce's, or rather it belonged to Alfred until Bruce was old enough to take ownership of the home and the bank accounts. It was the social scandal of the year, all the Wayne wealth left in the hands of a butler of all things.

Alfred paid all the press and interviews with Bruce’s distant relatives with very little mind. He suspected they wouldn’t be kicking up such a fuss about being the boy’s real family if they saw how Bruce had been changed by his parents' death. He would have been no easy child to care for.

He was wild, broken in a way that Alfred didn't know how to deal with. He was still quiet and reclusive, but now that silence simmered with barely controlled anger. He stopped eating completely. Alfred even inventoried the pantry and refrigerator, but if Bruce was eating he wasn't getting food from the Manor kitchen. He barely spoke and when he did it was by screaming and railing.

One night, almost a month after Thomas and Martha Wayne had died, Alfred caught Bruce sneaking out of an upstairs window. The fight they had when Alfred stopped him was one for the history books.

"You don't understand!" a tiny Bruce Wayne screeched at Alfred, his voice ringing through the dark wood paneled halls. "I have to do something!" he screamed before choking off a sob.

Alfred kneeled down on his aching knees and pressed his hands to Bruce's little trembling shoulders. His bones were sharp and the pale skin around his eyes looked bruised and red. "I can't imagine what you're going through, dear boy," Alfred said as gently as he could.

"You don't understand!" Bruce wailed again, his pale eyes welling with big heavy tears that slowly overflowed to run down sallow hollowed cheeks. "I could have done something. I should have done something!"

"Dear child, there was nothing you could have done," Alfred soothed, attempting to pull Bruce into an embrace that he rejected forcefully.

"I mean it!" he shouted. "I'm not normal! I could have stopped it! I could have saved them," Bruce said before collapsing into tears and Alfred's arms at the same time.

Alfred did his best to comfort Bruce as he screamed and cried and railed against the world. His small fists beat against his chest and his teeth dug into his coat. The tears ran and ran and Bruce gasped and cried and sobbed for almost an hour before finally going limp and drained in Alfred's arms.

He carried the boy as gently as he could back to bed and tucked him in. He always looked so small and helpless in the huge four poster bed.

"I could tell something was wrong," Bruce murmured as Alfred tucked the blankets against him tighter. "I could feel something coming for weeks. I tried to tell mom, but I didn't know how to explain it. I've never felt something like that before."

Alfred stopped with a hand pressed over Bruce's chest and felt the steady rise and fall of his rib cage under his palm. Bruce’s eyelids were drooping and he looked like he would pass out any moment.

"I should have known it meant something bad would happen. I should have known to look harder and find the bad thing before it could happen. I'm a bad son," Bruce whispered with a wet wobble of his lower lip. But, there were no more tears to cry.

"Oh, Bruce," Alfred sighed. "Nothing could be further from the truth."

"You know I'm not a real boy, right, Alfred?" little Bruce turned big tortured eyes up at the old butler. "I'm strange. I’m not normal. Sometimes, I think I'm probably not human," he whispered.

Alfred pressed the hand not on Bruce's chest to his cheek. He stared into his charge's haunted eyes. Eyes so pale blue they were almost white, ringed in red skin and thick dark eyelashes.

"I know that you are a kind and gentle boy. I know that you loved your parents and were loved by them in turn. I know that I loved you hardly before I even knew it. You are smart and strong and even if you could have prevented the death of your parents, that was not your responsibility. It is the responsibility of parents to protect their children, not the other way around, certainly not while those children are still young," Alfred said all this very sternly. "Whatever you are or are not, these things will always be true."

Despite what must be a good bit of dehydration, a final silent tear slipped from Bruce's eye to land in the crevice between Alfred's wrinkled hand and Bruce's soft cheek.

"I love you too Alfred," Bruce choked out, lunging up to throw his arms around Alfred's neck in a brutal hug.

Alfred was startled for a moment before warming and wrapping his arms around the small precious boy in his arms. They embraced for a long time and when they finally disentangled Bruce dropped off to sleep within seconds.

Alfred stayed for a long time, long after Bruce finally fell asleep. Alfred felt very old just then.

He was perfectly aware that he was old, of course. He had served the Wayne family for years, ever since he was a young man just out of MI5. When he first started working for the Wayne's, he had worked for Thomas' father and Thomas was just a boy himself still in short pants. Now Thomas was dead, a fact that still felt untrue while everything else about the Manor felt normal and familiar. Now, Alfred was in control of a huge manor and held a controlling stake in an even bigger company as well as being the only family and guardian of a strange heartbroken little boy.

At that moment, Alfred felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and sagged beneath it.

But, he only let his grief overwhelm him for a short while. There was nothing for it, really. Things needed to be done and Alfred had to be the one to do it. That was all there was to it.

So, after allowing himself a quiet little crisis in Bruce's dark silent room, Alfred slowly struggled to his feet and made his slow ponderous way out into the hall. The hall door clicked shut quietly behind him.

Bruce's room was on the third floor, two sets of curving staircases led down to the open atrium at the bottom floor. There was also a narrow hidden staircase at the end of the hall that led up into the small claustrophobic rooms of the servant quarters located in the attic. Though his worn body called for bed, Alred didn't think his mind would be able to rest just yet. Not after all of little Bruce's talk of his own inhumanity. No, maybe a cup of tea would calm him down enough to finally rest.

Alfred made his cautious way toward the tall carpeted steps which would lead down to the bottom floor. He was only a few steps down toward the first staircase when his knee gave out. It was an old war injury, one that only usually bothered him when he had been on his feet too long. But, it had never chosen such an inopportune time to make itself known.

Tumbling down the steps, Alfred did his best to tuck himself into a ball. Unfortunately, that meant that when he hit the bottom of the steps he kept rolling into the banister which cracked and gave way under the force of the hit.

And then Alfred was falling.

And then, he was standing looking down at his own broken body crumpled in the middle of the atrium.

He looked incredibly frail, tossed limbs all akimbo on the polished parquet floors. A tiny trickle of blood made its way between his pale lips, probably from biting his tongue or a hit hard enough to knock a few teeth loose. His head was bent the wrong way, a snapped neck that would have been quick and painless.

Remembering his young charge slumbering above, Alfred quickly looked up but there was no movement from the floors above. It was only he and Bruce in the manor at night, the other servants much too terrified of the boy to sleep in the attic right above him. Alfred knew his tumble must have been very loud indeed, but Bruce was likely also very tired from his breakdown. He must have slept through it all.

Alfred thought of how devastated Bruce still was by the death of his parents. He thought of how he was the only person who knew and loved the strange boy sleeping above. He thought of how much it would destroy him to wake on his own and come downstairs to find Alfred's crumpled corpse. He wished that there was something he could do.

Well, maybe there was something he could do? There certainly was no harm in trying.

So, Alfred reached down and tried to pick up his body. He found that he could. Easily, in fact. His body felt strong and young and the weight of his own corpse felt like hardly more than an unwieldy rug. He gathered the body up and carried it down into the basement and dropped it on the cracked cement in front of the furnace. Something to deal with disposing of later.

He returned to the atrium with a mop and bucket, though there was really very little to clean. Still it felt better to be sure there was no evidence on the floor for the observant little boy to find in the morning.

After the floor was clean, he briefly washed out the mop and bucket and stored them in their appropriate cleaning closet. He made himself a cup of tea and drank it, no adverse effects there either.

Then, he went upstairs and got changed for bed. He laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling of his small room and wondered what was happening to him. It didn't seem possible that he could die and then clean up his own death as easily as he might chuck a German soldier into a hotel basement incinerator. If his body was in the basement, then how was he upstairs lying in bed? Or was the whole thing some kind of traumatic episode? It really just defied explanation from every angle.

The next morning, Alfred woke to his alarm going off. He couldn't say he really slept, per se. More like he blinked and it was morning.

He went through his normal routine of preparing breakfast and greeting the staff as they came in and making sure they had what they needed. He took a small detour to check the basement and yes there was his body just where he left it propped up against the old furnace. No time to panic, though, it was nearly breakfast. He roused Bruce at his normal time and here was his real test.

Alfred wanted to say he believed with 100% certainty that Bruce was a normal human boy. But, there were just too many strange things to account for. The way he survived without seemingly any food, the way he seemed to appear suddenly in rooms that he couldn't possibly have snuck into, the strange wavering of his image when he was cast in shadow.. It was too much to dismiss as mere eccentricity.

If Bruce really was something more than human, then there was a chance that he would take one look at Alfred and know what happened. If anything had happened. Alfred still wasn't sure if it wasn't just a strange hallucination.

But, Bruce was just quiet and exhausted the next day. If something was different about Alfred, Bruce didn't seem to notice.

Death was certainly a bit over exaggerated in the old butler’s estimation. If Bruce was fine with him this way and he could do his job just as easily as before, he saw no reason not to just continue with things just as they were. After all, Bruce needed him. And, so long as he did, Alfred would endeavor to be of service.

#dcu comics #batfam #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #fanfiction #halloween #ghosts #temporary character death #canonical character death #monsters need family too #kittywrites

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #1011: Doing Dem Taxes (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X River City Girls)

2:37 p.m. at Smash Mansion's Living Room......

Yoshi: (Groans While Looking Over His Taxes Paperwork With his Glasses on) Form W-4.....Form 1040-ES.....Form W-9? (Places Two Hands on Both Sides of his Head) How does it always get so confusing!?

Dark Pit: (Louges Around on the Sofa With his Two Girlfriends) Dude, you got like a few more days before you turn the whole thing in. Relax.

Yoshi: (Sighs Before Turning to Dark Pit) I know that, but I wanna get them all done and over with as soon as possible. (Places his Hand onto the Side of his Head While Slowly Shaking it) Those nightmares I keep having, are starting to be a real pain in the neck now....

Kyoko: (Turns to Yoshi) What were those dreams about, Yoshi?

Yoshi: Me getting chased by down by an army of giant, man-eating taxes. And a floating head of our Uncle Dedede haunting me for somersaulting him that one time for....some reason.

Misasko: (Snickers a Bit While Turning her Head to Yoshi) You somesaulted your own uncle once?

Dark Pit: (Puts on a Wide Smirk on his Face) Yuuup. Right in the chin. Followed by him running away like a chicken.

Kyoko: ('Gasps') Noooo! You didn't.....

Yoshi: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing) Yeah, it....wasn't one of my proudest moments of my life. But that happened two or three years ago. He's over it.

Misako: (Raises an Eyebrow at the Green Dinosaur) You sure about that?

Misako points the former king giving Yoshi a disappointed glare from the kitchen doorway before grumbling and walking away.

Yoshi: (Raises his Hand Up in Disbelief) How many times do I have to apologize to you, old man!?

Dedede: (From a Distance) WATCH IT, BOY! I AIN'T OLD!

Yoshi: COULD'VE FOOLED MEEEE! (Starts Crossing his Arms and Pouting) Jerk.

Dark Pit: Look, Yoshi, I get that this is a pain and all, but you gotta treat these taxes like you would treat your lady.

Kyoko turns to Pitto with a very disappointed pout on her face, all while Misako places both her legs down on her boyfriend's lap before crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

Misako: .....Go on.

Dark Pit: .........No. I feel like I'm making a mistake of some kind.

Misako: I wouldn't say you're making a mistake, more so that you've gotten yourself into a fair warning.

Kyoko: Better watch yourself, mister.

Dark Pit: Yes, ma'ams.

Yoshi: (Smirks at the Dark Angel Beside Him) Whipped.

Dark Pit: (Points a a Middle Finger at Yoshi Without Looking at Him) Bite me.

Misako: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Alright, alright. That's enough banters already. (Turns Back to the Green Dinosaur) Yoshi, if you want, we can help you get a better understanding of how all this taxes thing work.

Yoshi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) You will?

Dark Pit: (Eyes Widened as Well) You guys know how to do taxes?

Kyoko: (Happily Nodded) Yup, yup, yup!~ We learned all the steps and basics back in our financial class a couple of months ago. We....didn't bring the textbooks here with us. But no worries! (Picks a Tablet Up From the Coffee Table) With the bless and cursed power of the internet, Misiki and I can help get you more customed to the process in no time, so it's very crucial that you pay close attention to this! Same goes for you, Pitto-Kins!

Dark Pit: (Eyes Widened Again) Why do I have to learn this?

Misako: You're gonna be ending up doing this one of these days too, babe. So it's better to learn some of it now than wait to do so later.

Kyoko: Yeah. And who knows? Maybe it'll be fun experience for all of us....Okay, maybe not...(Moves Both of her Two Fingers Down Twice) "Fun Fun", it'll definitely not be too boring!.....Hopefully.

Dark Pit: Doubt that. ('Sigh') But if I must.....(Takes his Glasses from the Coffee Table and Puts it On Hom) Might as well get it over with.

Kyoko: (Gasps Loudly at Her Boyfriend While Placing Both her Hands onto her Cheeks)

Misako: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Dude, you wear glasses too?

Dark Pit: (Rolls his Eyes) Not by choice. The moms was worried that my eyes sight would get strained from watching TV and playing video games. So they took me to the eye doctor, I did some eye tests, and now I'm permitted to wear these things on occasions. Looks dumb on me, I know.

Kyoko: Are you KIDDING!?~ (Smiles Brightly at her Dark Angel Boyfriend) You look so cute and handsome with those glasses on!~

Dark Pit: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Wait. You serious?

Misako: Yeah, man. (Playfully Pulls Dark Pit's Cheeks) It also make you more sophisticated than usual~ Ever think about wearing them more often?~

Dark Pit: Not really. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) But I'm not completely opposed to doing so if....(Starts Blushing a Little) that's fine with you guys obviously....

Kyoko: Oh Pitto-Kins!~ (Happily Hugs Dark Pit) Of course we don't mind!~ There's no shame in embracing your sophisticated side some more!~

Misako: (Leans her Head Onto Pitto's Shoulder) And if anyone has a problem with that, then they'll have my fist to answer to.

Dark Pit: ('Heh') Please. Your looks alone could drive any punk to run, crying home between their legs.

Kyoko: Ooh! Can my looks send punks running too?~

Dark Pit; Nah. Can't really see that happening honestly.

Misako: Yeah. Your face is way too cute to be Intimidating.

Kyoko: Whaaat? (Pouts at her Two Lovers) My face can too be Intimidating! See? (Crosses her Arms While Putting on the Most Intimidating Look She Could Muster) ('Hmph') Intimidation.

Dark Pit/Misako: (Stares at Kyoko While Blushing a Little).......Nope. Still adorable.

Kyoko: (Went Back to Pouting) You guys suck sometimes, you know that!?

'Ahem'

The Trio turn their heads to Yoshi who is give each of them an impatient, deadpinned look on his face.

Yoshi: This is cute and all, but would you mind saving your romantic banters AFTER we finish with my taxes?

Dark Pit: (Starts Smirking at the Green Dinosaur) What's wrong, dino boy? Jealous that you don't have a girlfriend or boyfriend of your own to bamter with?

Yoshi: Me? Jealous? Ha! (Crosses his Arms) The only love I need in my life are Kung Fu, martial arts, and my two awesome parents.

Luigi and Daisy place their hands onto their respective chests as they smile brightly at their son in the background.

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#super smash ultimate #river city girls #yoshi #dark pit #misako #kyoko #king dedede #luigi #daisy #yoshi does his taxes #.....again #humor #cute romance #fluff #dark pit x misako x kyoko #ben 10 reference

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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 9 months

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self care for : the haunted mansion (disney parks) with general spooky self care, soft things, a weighted plush, and stim toys

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sadisticsmile · 3 months

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A board of sorts for a server. Was a discussion to chat about ghost counterparts and there was a Danny Phantom introject kid who expressed themselves in moodboards’ I wanted to try it.

They’re fun to create, I may make more. (:

Interpret how you want, unmotivated to write about it again.

#fallen into madness #alistair crump #haunted mansion #my art #kinda #moodboard #haunted mansion 2023 #hatbox ghost #the hatbox ghost #the hatbox ghost moodboard #fiction kin #monster #ghosts #introject #kin #ignore the tags #storage

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fictionkinfessions · 2 years

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If any other Haunted Mansion or Phantom Manor kins are out there, I want to say hello, I hope you're doing well. Happy early Halloween! -Emily, AKA The Beating Heart Bride (Haunted Mansion) and Melanie Ravenswood (Phantom Manor-Old Storyline) #🌙🌹🐚

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🌙🌹🐚#emilykin #thebeatingheartbridekin #hauntedmansionkin #melanieravenswoodkin #phantommanorkin #halloween cw #holidays cw #mod party cat!

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mldnightxxrain · 1 year

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[ annabelle wallis, cis woman, she/her. ] ✧·ﾟ is that [ constance hatchaway ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ 38 ] year old originally hailing from [ disney’s haunted mansion ]. if they had to choose a side they would consider themself [ evil ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ clever ] but [ vain ] and have [ 2 ] child(ren). i could almost swear i heard [ maneater by hall and oates ] playing when they appeared.

* tw: alcoholism, death mention // @scatteredintros

𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂:

Full Name: constance hatchaway Aliases/Nicknames: connie, the black widow bride Age: 38 Birthday: august 9 Zodiac: leo Occupation: housewife

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚀𝚄𝙴:

Height: 5’7 Hair Color: blonde Eye Color: blue Scars: none Tattoos: none FC: annabelle wallis

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈:

Mother: emma hatchaway Father: john hatchaway Children: 2 Notable Relatives: ambrose harper - ex husband, frank banks - ex husband, marquis de doome - ex husband, reginald caine - ex husband, george hightower - ex husband

𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚈:

Sexual orientation: heterosexual Gender: cis gender woman Pronouns: she/her Species: human, former ghost

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈:

Traits: vain, clever, witty, ambitious, cruel, determined, greedy, cold, distant, flirty, calculating, greedy, seductive, thorough, organized, unfeeling, psychotic manipulative, Alignment: chaotic evil MBTI: entj Enneagram: type three , the achiever Archetype: the ruler Hogwarts House: slytherin Element: fire Pop Culture Kins: mrs. white from clue, georgia miller from ginny & georgia, rosalie hale from twilight,

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂:

Languages: english, french Weapon(s): hatchet Strengths: persuasive, good at math, sewing, cooking, Weaknesses: money, looks

𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃:

Constance grew up in a small and poor town. She was the youngest of four children. Her childhood was anything but easy, even at a young age. Her parents were poor farmers, who lived in a small town. Growing up, Constance was put to work doing chores around the farm. She hated it. She would rather keep busy by keeping the home. Her mother was a kind and lovely lady, but her father was cruel and an alcoholic. He hated Constance and her mother, abusing both of them regularly. She began to hate him, and most men as a byproduct.

As Constance grew older, she grew more beautiful - too beautiful as some would say. She cared deeply about her appearance, to the point of vanity. Her cruel father would call her awful names. However, Constance’s mother always told her daughter how proud she was of her. Constance always had higher aspirations for her life, which involved more money and a higher social status. The moment the opportunity came to marry Ambrose Harper, son of a long-standing wealthy farming family, she took it. Anything to get away from her poor, abusive father. However, three years into their marriage, Ambrose met his early demise by a hatchet accident - leaving his money to Constance. This wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

She would go to marry five times in total, all meeting their demise by hatchet accidents and leaving their fortunes to her. She never stayed married for too long, with the exception of her last husband George Hightower. Each of her husbands left her more wealth and status than the last. Marrying George, Constance finally had gathered all the wealth and stature she dreamed of. She was finally satisfied, and didn’t completely hate her fifth husband.

However, something that wasn’t part of the plan was having children. She was anything but a loving mother. If anything, it threw a wrench in her plans. Her firstborn was young when their father died mysteriously. She would marry again before having her second child. She always thought George was soft-hearted when it came to their daughter, and had no problem telling him such. It was twelve years into their marriage before George ultimately met the same fate as her previous husbands. After his death, Constance and her children remained in their mansion.

It was rumored Constance died of old age, and would haunt the attic where the remnants of her past life were kept. She didn’t have many friends in the mansion, keeping mostly to herself and her children.

#introducing me : constance hatchaway #scatteredintros

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