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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Eddie has never traveled much. Sure, he'd drive around in his van, sometimes visit Indy, but otherwise he's given up on all the touristy stuff even before he could experience it (as if - an absent mother and a criminal father don't exactly scream VACATION TIME). He finds it silly, all the magnets, postcards. As if one week somewhere else could make a difference.

Enter Steve Harrington, a very dedicated boyfriend with a no bullshit attitude and a payout from yet another government interdimensional (or cross-dimensional?) fuckup. Given how many times he's nearly died, he doesn't exactly feel like saving and investing into his future if it may never come. And so when Eddie's wounds heal, his quiet graduation passes and Hawkins isn't swarmed by monsters for a change, he doesn't ask, simply tells Eddie that his job search will have to wait for 2 weeks or so. He helps him pack a bag, winks at Wayne on his way out (seriously, were they conspiring against him all this time?!) and off to the airport they go.

Eddie has never flown anywhere and boy, is that an experience. After grasping Steve's hand tight enough for his knuckles to go white, he finally relaxes and watches the clouds in child-like awe. Steve is smiling at him from the middle seat, squeezes his hand sometimes. Of course he made sure Eddie would have the window seat. Of course he knows Eddie would find the experience magical.

One uneventful flight and slight migraine scare later, they land, Steve picks up their rented car and drives them both to a small house on the beach. Steve snorts when he sees the separate beds and pushes them together, dropping his own bag on the right mattress. And Eddie just stares, still in disbelief that this is happening, that the local freak and suspected Satanist somehow ended up on a beach vacation with white pillows, so soft it's almost ridiculous, a boyfriend kind (and hot, so goddamn hot!) beyond belief and gentle sound of the waves...

Eddie doesn't really have swimming trunks, Steve didn't really tell him what to pack except that it's going to be mostly warm, but when he tries to apologize to Steve, his boyfriend just laughs, digs in his perfectly organized bag and tosses something black at Eddie's head. When Eddie disentagles it from his face, he finds out it's a pair of trunks with small skulls on them. "Told you, baby," says Steve and presses a gentle kiss into Eddie's cheek. "You don't need to worry about anything this week."

And Eddie doesn't, for the first time in his life he feels absolutely free from everything. When he sees the ocean for the first time, he ends up doing a very undignified splat into the waves and soon finds out that the legends were true, the water is salty and god, it's disgusting. Steve gets them both cheap snorkel masks and they just float next to each other and observe the tiny creatures on the ocean floor. Steve often dives much deeper than Eddie would ever dare to go and brings up small treasures, shells and smooth pebbles. He insists Eddie should only pick the prettiest ones, but Eddie hoards them all. "If they're too heavy when we fly back, I'll just send my bag with you and walk to Hawkins on foot," he says and he might be joking. Might.

In the end, they come back to Hawkins, with Eddie's pale skin slightly red ("I told him he needed sunscreen but did he listen, Wayne? Of course not") and bags full of trinkets that quickly fill the shelves of Eddie and Wayne's new home. Wayne's mug collection grows yet again, he gives a quiet huff of laughter when the boys admit they had a competition to buy the ugliest mug possible, Eddie presents him with a disturbingly realistic seahorse mug and Steve produces a cartoon octopus mug with a sign "SEAS THE DAY". They both groan when Wayne declares it's a tie and proudly displays both.

And if Eddie sneaks to the kitchen during the night to decorate their fridge with a tacky magnet, well, who can blame him? Maybe he'll start a collection too.

#steddie #steddie drabble #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #stranger things drabble #stranger things #vacation #taking a break from the angst #for like 2 seconds

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opal-owl-flight · 24 days

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Making up for lost time.

3 always believed in 4. They even hoped shed exceed them, and not make the same mistakes they did.

Maybe if they trained her enough, she wouldnt be broken like they are.

More deets below the cut, regarding 3 and their current status with inknemia...

Ive given them angst abt their contribution to 4's state. And abt their anxieties on being a perfect enough ageng so they never fail, so the (fragile) world, their way of life, is always safe

However.

After OE, 3 was able to continue going on patrols and missions, but something is definitely off.

Their body was still young and fresh enough to keep going despite acquiring inknemia (it basically gives them more limited mobility/power due to reduced ink capacity/density). And with 4 there, she can cover for their weaknesses brought by disability.

Even then, they felt it. That creeping feeling that this wont last.

Their ink tank was running low way more frequently. Restoring ink is slower. Splatting enemies takes longer.

4 was starting to run on ahead. A rising star, if she kept her pace, and they slowed down more.

Everything they knew. Turfing, ranked, agent duties.

Their fragile world was breaking. But only theirs. And they cant do anything to stop it from tipping into that point.

As if thats not enough, 4 left for college. And all those duties they shared fell back to them alone.

8 was also around, but she was with Off the Hook more. Shes technically not an agent...

until she became one officially, its all 3. All that work on a breaking body that cant do what it used to anymore.

They felt despair at each action they cant do as long, or anymore. Their actions became much more precise and decided to adjust. Their shots, their specials, their bombs -- only used when needed, ending fights as quickly as they start.

Still able, for a while. Still a legend, for a while. But they know. They know.

And when the news came that Cuttlefish was retiring --

They knew it was time. 1 and 2 are taking them off the field.

Its become too risky for them now. Hell, they even had to retire from turfing. (what a coincidence that the wiiu servers just died.)

Its a hidden turmoil they bury under work. Under the training sessions theyre allowed to do. Its the omly action theyre allowed these days, save for the occasional/rare mission/task that only they can do (that defuzzifier in splat3)

They miss being able to do what they were able to before.

Oh, 4 thinks shes a useless agent?

what about 3, who cant be that anymore?

At least, not as much as they used to be.

Both of them, theyve grown old, exhausted from the turmoils of life. Of events beyond their control.

The reason they pushed 4 so hard was...well, besides to keep her safe, its...I guess, subconciously, so that shed be their protege. To do what they cant anymore. To protect the fragile world.

Forgetting that 4 is not them, that 4 has different skills and limitations. They didnt want her to push herself so hard bc they did that and fell to Tartar. Inadvertedly...

They pushed her hard enough that she wanted to give herself up to Order, a similar entity to Tartar.

Just. God. Ow.

3 actually being the one who can help 4 the most this whole time

3 who wanted her to be safe. And now wanting her to exceed them.

Want to see her become better.

Meanwhile theyre sobbing inside abt how their body is imprisoning them, almost. An unspoken, subconcious struggle, which expresses itself in their strict discipline. Whats usually on the surface is their perfectionism and their worry for everyone else. This entire struggle with their body is bc it means they cant protect everyone else like they used to. It tears em up.

They are still FAST and can deliver killing blows still. But its in bursts, never as consistent as 4

One of these days... maybe she finds out during her break...

What 3s going through, inside.

3 had to replace themself for Splat3. 8 wasnt around, 4 was in college...Thank god Cuttlefish found someone....

Neo3. He NAMED this agent. Three.

That was their name...its gone now (I mean they def have a name outside the number, just havent thought of one)

I. Think thats it. These notes are kind of unedited so WOWPKSKS. its all over the place

#splatoon #splatoon fanart #agent 4 #agent 3 #captain 3 #opal owl’s nest

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floatmeintothesun · 1 year

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Idiocy

You get hurt, and Kunikuzushi thinks you’re extremely dumb (scaramouche x reader)

tw: pet names; kuni calls you love a couple of times, some injuries are mentioned

tags: fluff, comfort, little smidge of angst, kuni being worried, no specific gender being mentioned

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“What the actual fuck were you thinking?!” Kunikuzushi hisses lowly, his violet eyes blazing with fury. You blink at him slowly, trying to get your mind to work, but it seems like your brain doesn’t particularly want to do its job and function properly. He runs a hand through his silky locks and sighs heavily, narrowing his eyes into dangerous slits. “You could have died.”

He places special emphasis on the last word and you nod, trying to shake off the fog clouding your head. It makes your vision black out when you do so and the world becomes fuzzy for a second before Kunikuzushi snarls wordlessly, forcing you to stay still.

“You idiot, you’ve got a damn concussion--don’t go ‘round shaking your head like that.” He bites out and you resist the urge to nod again in agreement with his words.

Honestly, you’d probably say that it wasn’t entirely your fault that you broke a couple of bones in your left leg and managed to acquire a concussion as well. It’s just that, maybe falling off a cliff while running away from Ruin Guards and almost going splat on the ground was part of the reason why Kunikuzushi is fretting over you so heavily. He mumbles something about incompetency and you wince as he ties the makeshift splint on your leg tighter.

“Ow…don’t cut off my circulation…” You complain blandly and Kunikuzushi huffs softly through his nose in faint annoyance.

“If you didn’t break your damn leg we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?” He deadpans, even though he loosens the splint quickly. You blow a strand of hair out of your face, laying down on the grassy floor. You watch in boredom as the green tufts shift and move with the slight breeze, as Kunikuzushi continues to mutter things under his breath.

“I probably would have been fine.” You mumble quietly, half hoping that he wouldn’t hear it, but alas, his head snaps up anyway.

Well, fuck.

The dimmed anger in his eyes flares back to life, and his lips stretch out into thin line.

“No, you wouldn't have. You would have fucking died if I wasn’t there to catch you before you hit the ground. I don’t even know how you managed to hobble that fast with that leg--”

“I had a plan!”

“Oh yeah? What stellar plan did you come up with while you were hurtling down the side of a cliff face to your imminent death? Did you plan to suddenly sprout wings?” Kunikuzushi spits lowly, standing up and dusting his clothes off. “Or maybe you thought that you’d spontaneously become immortal or something?” You look away, your face twisting slightly.

He sighs again, grabbing his kasa hat quietly and flopping down next to you on the ground. You inhale lightly when he glares at the floor mulishly.

“I don’t know. I just--I knew you’d catch me.” You confess after a moment of silence, closing your eyes when the sun hits your face at just the wrong angle, sending pinpricks of pain into your head. You grimace, groaning quietly, and he uses his kasa hat to cover your face, effectively blocking out the light. You blink. “I trust you.”

He laughs incredulously, his face twisting in an emotion you can’t quite identify.

“If I was a second too late…” He murmurs to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“But you weren’t. I'm here, I’m fine--”

“Define what you mean by fine, love,” Kunikuzushi says, narrowing his eyes slightly. You backtrack quickly.

“I am alive, there, and we’re both safe.” You amend and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I get it. I almost died, I said it.” You sigh, scrunching up your nose. He huffs out a thin, almost mirthless laugh.

“You’re admitting your idiocy, then? Good.” You turn your head, using a hand to lift his wide hat to look at him. Surprisingly enough, he’s also facing you, his dark violet eyes boring into yours. “I’m confining you to bedrest for a couple of weeks and after that, you’re limited to only doing menial chores, you got that?” You groan at his terms, exhaling softly through your nose.

“Right, right, I got it. Come on, let’s go back to the cottage.” You say to him, moving as though you're going to get up. He makes a low hissing sound and you pause. “What is it now?”

“I’m carrying you.” He scoops you up easily, his strong arms hooking underneath your legs and back. Kunikuzushi smirks at your surprised yelp, pressing you securely against his body. His vision glows and you glare as he lifts both himself and you up into the air, whizzing off in the direction of your shared home. His kasa hat shifts into the halo behind his head and you know he enjoys scaring or shocking you whenever he does this.

“A little warning, please?” He snickers faintly at your unimpressed stare, holding you tightly. Kunikuzushi uses his shoulder to block out the light, keeping you tucked carefully in his own shadow.

“No thanks. That takes away all the fun, love.” He shrugs, smirking like a Cheshire cat. He sticks his tongue out at you and you do the same until he dips his head down and kisses your forehead. “I think you deserve to be teased after throwing yourself off a damn cliff.” He adds pointedly, and you sigh.

“Yeah, I guess so. Don’t think I won’t get you back, though.” You shoot at him and he laughs.

“Oh, I know you will.”

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I would totally jump off a cliff for him lmao

#Fluff #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #do I call him wanderer #kuni #or scaramouche #I’m so confused there are too many names I could use for this guy #genshin scaramouche

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mistical52 · 1 year

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DC x DP Crossover

What if the Justice League needed to summon the Ghost King to help them face some big threat, and John Constantine has the bright idea to have someone who's a part of the Ghost King's dominion to pacify the king when he arrives. So Jason Todd is brought in. Because dying and coming back is kinda like being a ghost right?

Feel free to use this as a prompt if you want! But I do have a one-shot written below as well.

Ao3

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The large room in the watchtower was locked down tight. The reinforced blast doors covered the entrance and the windows were shut and sealed. Standing around the painted circle were all the heads of the Justice League along with John Constantine, Zatanna, all of the bats, and Jason’s friends Roy Harper and Starfire.

Normally the bats, Roy and Kor wouldn’t be involved with some magical bullshit being done by the heads of the J.L. but none of them were going to let Jason go in there without them. Since apparently, Constantine had said that whoever the fuck they were summoning might take it easy on the Justice League for disturbing them if the Justice League had someone who was kinda, sort of, almost, maybe at one point was a part of their dominion. That person just so happened to be Jason. Which freaked him the fuck out. Not that he’d admit that. At all.

Though he might admit it to Roy and Kor after this mess was over.

But since Jason had died and come back to life he might still be considered a citizen of the dead, or else he might be remembered for holding that status at one point. Which was what Constantine was banking on.

Normally Jason would tell him to fuck off but the lives of everyone on Earth were on the line. And since Jason lived on that so-called planet and so did people he tolerated and maybe even liked, he was willing to step up if his being there could help in any way.

Fuck Trigon honestly. The fact that Raven, their biggest asset for defeating Trigon was hurt and draining herself to hold him at bay had worried the Justice League. They were willing to call in an unknown for backup. They needed someone who could counter magic. Especially since most of the Justice League was susceptible to magic.

So here he was standing in front of a fucking summoning circle with all of his siblings and his two friends there for support. Even Barbra was here in person.

Constantine and Zatanna started to chant and the circle and the other symbols started to glow white. As the spell progressed the glow changed from white to blue. The blue then started to transition to green while black lightning started to spark from the circle as an impossible wind picked up in the sealed room. A chill went down Jason’s spine as the temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost creeped out from the edges of the circle as the glow settled on a Lazarus pit green.

Jason’s shoulders drew tighter at the sight of that colour, but he stayed perfectly still otherwise.

Zatanna and Constantine stopped chanting at the same time as a loud crack from the lightning filled the room and the horrid green glow from the circle became almost blinding.

After a second the glow died down, the lightning halted and the temperature stopped dropping.

The echo of the crack was still bouncing off the walls when a gloopy white hand with long spindly fingers and long claws on the end of each finger reached up from the circle. The claws clicked as they came back down and made contact with the floor of the watchtower while the palm of the hand made a soft wet splat. A second white hand reached up through the summoning circle and planted itself on the floor. Small clumps of the hand dripped onto the floor. Both hands flexed and gripped the ground, claws scraping and leaving scratches on the floor.

Slowly a burning crown and a head emerged from the depths of the summoning circle. The head hung low and the only discernible features visible were white hair and pointed ears while the dark crown was surrounded by otherworldly fire. The torso followed closely behind the head. The being let go of the ground and rose above it, floating till they were fully through the ground with the painted summoning circle. A long tail followed the torso and slowly moved underneath the being. The end of the tail turned into gloopy wisps that periodically broke off and faded. The being was easily over ten feet tall without including the full length of the tail or how it was floating a foot or so off the ground. The arms of the being were lanky and too long to be human. Most of the body was a cold black that seemed like it just held back an endless void. Patterns of white broke up the black with the hands and forearms ending in a blotchy white. Two bands wrapped around the top of each arm while white covered the sides of the torso. White also wrapped around the waist and splattered the neck.

Slowly but surely the being raised their head and looked at the people surrounding the summoning circle.

It’s empty, Lazarus pit green eyes landed on Jason and stayed there.

Jason felt The Pit jump and he instantly took a step back his heart rate spiking.

Not here. Not now. He had to stay here. He had to help. Please, not now. He didn’t want the madness and rage to come for him now.

The being, the Ghost King moved towards Jason not taking their eyes off him. Not even blinking.

Jason took another step back. He tried to breathe. He needed to calm down. He could feel The Pit making his eyes glow.

“No,” said the Ghost King in something that was definitely not a human language. Though how Jason understood it was beyond him.

The Ghost King moved forward again, but as the being got closer their form melted and shifted. A cape with stars shining through the underside flared out from behind the king as their form shrunk. When the form settled it was on something almost human, with pointed ears, and a suit with the same markings the being had before. The Ghost King took a step forward, and it was a step, the king now had sturdy-looking white boots replacing his tail.

“It’s okay,” continued the Ghost King in what was definitely English this time, “Please don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a gentle smile.

The Pit rose at that statement and Jason took another step back. Even though he couldn’t feel the anger that usually came with The Pit.

Jason looked into the gaze of the Ghost King and his Lazarus pit green eyes and tried to swallow down his rising panic. They were the exact shade of burning green. Jason didn’t want to be there again. He didn’t want to be anywhere near those waters ever again. Of course, the fucking Ghost King would have eyes the same colour as the Lazarus pit. He was the king of ghosts after all. King of the dead in a way. Fuck. Jason was in his jurisdiction, wasn’t he? He didn’t- he wouldn’t be controlled by The Pit again or anything related to it.

Screw this, Jason wanted out. He wasn’t going to let himself be thrown into madness again and hurt his family.

Jason was about to signal to his friends and family that he wanted to leave, but the Ghost King spoke again.

“Your mark of death isn’t right, but I can help,” the king paused for a second and winced, “Though I lied before, sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was trying to be reassuring. This is going to hurt, but you’ll be better after.”

Kor and Dick stepped in front of Jason, half blocking him from view while the rest of his family positioned themselves on either side of him. Roy was behind him, arrows ready. Batman was still off to the side, but he had a hand on a few batarangs.

The Ghost King stepped over the edge of the summoning circle and the other Justice League members snapped into fighting stances.

“Constantine,” Batman hissed, “You said he wouldn’t be able to cross the circle.”

“Bloody hell! He shouldn’t be able to do that!” responded Constantine, preparing a spell.

The Ghost King held out a hand towards Jason and twisted it into a fist.

Jason gasped and clutched his chest, stumbling forward. The Pit felt like it was being yanked forward in his chest. His blood felt like it was paused in motion and pulled towards the Ghost King. Wisps of an oily putrid green seemed to be pulled from him. Jason grabbed his chest tighter, he couldn’t breathe. His veins were on fire. He was only just aware of the fact that he was screaming.

The sounds of a fight were so distant to him. Jason was just trying to focus on staying awake. Jason closed his eyes for what he thought was a moment and when he opened them his whole world was tilting and Jason was aware that he was falling. He closed his eyes before the impact.

Jason didn’t know how long he closed his eyes but he wasn’t lying flat on the ground. He was on his knees being held up by someone, his head on their shoulder. The person was rubbing soothing circles into Jason’s back. Jason groaned. Everything ached. He weakly grabbed at the person holding him and he got a handful of a cape.

“B, you get the number of the truck that hit me?” Jason asked weakly.

The person holding him gave a soft chuckle, “Sorry, that was me.”

Jason suddenly realised why the person holding him felt smaller than Batman, and why the cape felt finer. Jason’s head snapped up to see the Ghost King holding him. Jason scrambled back, his heart drumming loudly in his ears as he reached for his knife.

Glancing around Jason saw that the two of them were encased in a small green dome. Outside the J.L. was trying to crack it open. The sounds were muffled but Superman and Wonder Woman’s punches still caused an echoey boom that reverberated throughout the whole dome.

“Hood!” called Batman’s concerned voice over the coms. Jason could see Batman near his position in the dome, a blowtorch in hand.

“I’m awake,” replied Jason, he could hear the sounds of relief over the coms.

Jason narrowed his eyes behind his helmet as he turned his attention to the Ghost King, “What did you do to me?”

The Ghost King held up his hands in surrender from his seated position, “I’m sorry I hurt you, but it had to be done. It feels better now doesn’t it?” he asked as he tapped his sternum while keeping one hand held up.

Jason frowned, and then he felt it. The Pit. It was quiet in a way it had never been. It was peaceful. Jason’s frown eased slightly, then it came back.

“Yes it does, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“You had contaminated ectoplasm in your system, Ancients know how you managed to do that, and I got the contamination out,” answered the Ghost King.

“Where is it now?” asked Jason.

One of the Ghost King’s hands rubbed the back of his head. The motion was so human that it threw Jason off kilter for a moment.

“I uh, I absorbed it,” answered the Ghost King, “It’s fine for me. My system will eat through it in a day. It’s better than just leaving the nasty parts of the contaminated ectoplasm lying around.”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Jason, who knew nothing about ectoplasm, contaminated or otherwise and how well eldritch beings absorbed it.

The Ghost King rocked to his feet and Jason tensed.

The Ghost King saw this and held out placating hands, “That’s it I promise. You’re all clean and from what I can tell you have a clean bill of health. You know, for someone who died. Actually, I’m going to need to ask Frostbite if he knows what you are because you’re not a ghost and you’re not a halfa either,” the last part was muttered but it wasn’t quiet enough to stop Jason from hearing it.

The Ghost King took a few slow and deliberate steps forward. Jason kept his knife in hand and shifted for a better angle to lunge if he needed to.

Stopping at Jason’s feet the Ghost King smiled and stuck out a hand, offering a hand up, “I’m Phantom. You’re Red Hood right?”

Jason looked at the hand and felt the quiet peace from The Pit.

With a strong grasp, Jason took the Ghost King’s hand and let himself be pulled up.

“You can just call me Hood.”

Phantom gave Jason a warm smile. Jason was surprised to note that Phantom was looking down at him. Phantom was taller than Jason by a couple of inches, though his build was lean and strong. The Ghost King looked no older than twenty, though Jason knew that appearances could be deceiving in that regard, especially for some kind of eldritch being like Phantom.

Jason let go of Phantom’s hand and took a step back as he put his knife away.

A resounding boom shook the dome they were in and both Jason and Phantom looked over to see Green Lantern’s hammer construct pull back for another swing.

“Do you mind telling them to knock it off? I don’t exactly want to add the Justice League to the list of people I’ve fought,” said Phantom.

“Hey B, tell everyone to stop. I’m fine,” said Jason into his com.

“Hood you are not the fine! You passed out!” exclaimed Starfire over the com.

Jason winced slightly not expecting the volume, “I promise I am perfectly fine. King Phantom didn’t hurt me.”

“J-Hood, you were screaming in agony before you blacked out. If that doesn’t count as ‘hurting you’ I don’t know what does!” said Roy, adding his input.

Phantom winced next to Jason, “I am very sorry about that. If I knew another way I would have done it.”

Jason glanced over at Phantom before locking eyes with Harper from behind the dome, “He can hear everything on the coms. He’s sorry and he said he didn’t know how to do it another way.”

“Do what?” asked Batman.

“Get rid of the contaminated ectoplasm or some shit,” explained Jason, “Look, we don’t have time for this. We’re on a time limit. Everyone stop fucking attacking the green dome thing,” Jason waited a moment and when the attacks seemed to pause he turned to Phantom, “I assume you made this,” he said gesturing to the dome, “Can you get rid of it? Please.” Jason tacked on a ‘please’ when he realised he should at least use manners with royalty that supposedly helped him.

Phantom scoffed, “Of course, I can.”

With a wave of his hand, the dome disappeared.

As soon as the dome disappeared Dick was by his side looking him over with Superman zooming forward and bodily putting himself between Jason and the Ghost King with a wary gaze on Phantom.

Dick checked Jason over, lifting up his arms and checking him for injuries. Jason squirmed out of his grip and battered his hands away.

“I’m fine. Really I am,” he said in an attempt to reassure his older brother.

“Jaybird,” said Dick as he locked eyes with Jason and used his ‘don’t lie to me’ tone.

“Really. He helped me. I’ll explain a bit more later, but I am fine.”

Dick looked at him for a few more moments before backing off and turning his glare to Phantom, who it seemed was not immune to the big brother stare.

Jason needed to put an end to that. They still needed the Ghost King’s help.

Jason took a breath then stepped forward around Superman, dodging the hand that reached out for him and stopped right in front of Phantom. As casually as he could manage Jason offered his hand to Phantom, “Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem. I’m here to help. That's why you called me,” replied Phantom with a smile while he shook Jason’s hand.

“Actually, the ectoplasm contamination wasn’t why we called you,” informed Jason.

“It wasn’t?” asked Phantom tilting his head, “What else could you need my help with? You’re the only one here who’s died.”

“If you don’t help us there’s a chance that more will be added to that list,” said Jason grimly. Usually, he’d joke about death. But this wasn’t his own, he wasn’t going to joke about the death of his friends and family.

Constantine stepped forward, “His name is Trigon. He’s from another dimension called Azareth. He’s a powerful demon that wants to come here and destroy all life or consume it. Most of the Justice League isn’t suited to fight magic. Raven, our best bet against this twat got injured when he reached across dimensions and injured her. She’s doing her best to hold him off so we have a chance to make a plan and gather our resources.”

Phantom’s face twisted to a frown, “I may be the king of ghosts but I have no interest in watching my kingdom grow like that. If that does happen it will throw out the balance. If the living world is destroyed then so is the Ghost Zone and the Infinite Realms. One can’t exist without the other. Not to mention that I have living people I care about too. What do you need?”

During Constantine's talk with Phantom both of Jason’s friends and every single one of his family members came to check on him. Even the Demon Brat gave him a once-over.

#Dc #DC comics #Danny Phantom #DP #crossover #dc x dp crossover #Batfam #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Batman #Dick Grayson #Fanfiction #My writing #my fanfiction #Ghost King Danny Phantom #Ghost King Danny #I never know which tag it is #I hope you all enjoy!

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weniswastelandwenis · 4 months

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How would they react to Sole getting stuck in a glue trap?

Thank you so much for sending this, It was very spiritual for us to complete it.

Fallout 4 Companions React to Sole Getting Stuck In A Glue Trap

Cait:

Her rock&roll lifestyle led her to see many glue trap related incidents. First she would attempt to pull them free, but then after about 2 minutes of effort she would give up. “Well, that’s what you get for stealin me lucky charms.” They both lay in defeat and pass a blunt back and forth, Cait having to hold it for Sole, until the sun rises.

Codsworth:

Would scream in surprise at Sole’s unfortunate situation. “MUM! What happened?” Erratically, he would blast them with 20 bars of bursting pressure, the same powerful pressure of a firehose, in an attempt to free them. “If the sir were here to see this, he would be in shambles!” Many days and nights passed, and finally Sole was free, but chronically mangled, only to pass away in agony in Shaun’s crib.

Curie:

Spanks them sexily and rewards them for being mothers naughty wastelander.

Danse:

“Well I’m a synth and you accepted me, so I guess I can accept you being part glue.” Danse says warmly with a smile. Unfortunately, actions spoke louder than words, and Danse began alienating sole, treating them as if they were a feral ghoul. Sole then began spiraling and doing more drugs with hancock ever before. If they were being treated like a ghoul, then they would become a ghoul. Danse heard the news and a single tear fell from his eye, and fell to his knees. Last night, hancock carried his glue ridden friend to the glowing sea so they could become a ghoul, only for the two to get hit by a car, a rarity in the wasteland, and died instantly.

Deacon:

Would assume it’s a wacky new trend all the commonwealth folk are into, and would bring his own glue trap from home. He sets it up next to sole’s glue trap and jumps into it belly-first, making a loud resounding SPLAT noise. Sole cannot believe their eyes and begins openly weeping, for the one ounce of hope they had of getting free was eradicated right before their very eyes, and instead was a slime covered bald man wielding sunglasses and a huge grin.

Hancock:

He ties sole’s arms to one brahmin, and legs to another. At the peak of night, he fires off his shotgun into the sky, and though not usually a religious man, says a silent prayer. A CRACK! Noise sounds around the wasteland, and he couldn’t bear to look at the source of the noise: Sole’s freedom, or their demise? Instead, he picked a spot on the distant horizon, and began walking. Some say to this day, he still does.

MacCready:

He has heard that gasoline will loosen the glue but after a few beers and a bad batch of cram he accidentally burns down the house with sole inside it. He watches the blaze of glory with an almost proud smile on his face

Valentine:

Nick had heard rumors on the street of the vanishing sticky dame, and had to find out for himself if they were true. Ellie laid sultrily on the desk; he wasn’t sure what was going on there. “So Nick, I thought maybe we could go to Takahashi’s, maybe grab a bite to eat?” Ignoring her and heading for the door, he tosses her 10 stacks of paperwork and she collapses on the ground. “Gotta job to do, seeya Ellie.”

Years pass, and he just can’t seem to catch a break. He’s down to one last lead: and it takes him to the glowing sea. Almost all hope is lost, his spirits are down, and he’s almost given up until he steps in something, and it makes a squishing sound. Looking down, there is a giant human-sized glue trap, and a skeleton stuck to it. He takes off his fedora and gets down on one knee. “Swing low sweet chariots.” He whispers.

Piper:

She thinks being stuck in a glue trap is pretty good material for a story. She reports on sole and the glue trap daily for months and actually gathers a decent sized crowd who wait every week to hear about sole and the glue. Sole tries to escape but Piper covers them in more glue because she is blinded by her success. Piper writes an article after article and to this day settlers come from around the world to see sole, begging for help from the trap as Piper smiles on, adorned in expensive clothes and jewels.

Preston:

In his effort to find Sole and warn them that their 15th settlement was taken over by radioactive mimes, he stumbled upon them in a dark room, 90% glue, 9% shame, and 1% sole survivor. Their time was running out, and he knew it, but so were the other 900 settlers he decided were their problem after 1 week of meeting them. A lightbulb popped up in his head, and after many days of toiling with Danse and his brotherhood connections, they had created a custom power armor suit that allowed sole to perform their duties while in the glue trap. All was well, he thought.

Strong:

Picks up Sole and smashes them on the concrete ground until they are free.

X6:

He can’t fathom the level of pathetic one has to be to get trapped in glue. He is disgusted beyond belief and decides sole doesn’t deserve the embarrassment of being alive any longer. “Count the ceiling tiles on your way to hell dumbass.” He says before shooting them in the head.

#cait fallout 4 #deacon #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 companion imagines #fallout 4 companions react #fallout 4 reactions #deacon fallout 4 #preston garvey #sole survivor #fo4 imagines #fo4 companions react #fo4 companions #fo4 #fallout

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craftyinternetland · 5 months

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Here's a royalteeth fic

Specifically for @obamerzslop's Terrible AU!

Fic is under the cut! Hope you enjoy!

The adventure was not going as planned.

Caine had begun a man-hunt adventure searching for Bubble, the reasoning behind it being that Bubble had stolen his large hammer, and Caine was pissed.

"FIND THAT FUCKING HOUND!!" He screamed at the others, his eyes wide with rage. Jax scoffed and twirled a knife in his fingers as he leaned against the walls. Ragatha scolded him for slacking.

"Jax, how about instead of taking a nap snuggling a pocket knife, you try helping us find Bubble before Caine murders us!"

"Hey, Bubble is Caines hellhound, not ours. Therefore, it's not our job to find him!" Jax snickered at his remark. Gangles ribbons wound around his neck and began to choke him. His strained cries did not help anyone in the slightest.

Yet despite being choked, Jax still spun the knife, but a grip and a cough sent it flying towards Kingers face.

With a startling splat and crunch, the knife had embedded itself into Kingers eye and head, possibly rendering him half blind.

Everyone was shocked at this sudden injury, including Caine. His hands shook slightly with... Fear? Yes, fear.

Kinger raised a large glove and harshly removed the knife from his face. Blood and sap soaked the metal. Everyone stared in disbelief. Caine gripped his jacket.

Hours later, Bubble was found with the hammer and popped. Jax had promptly died of suffocation from Gangles outburst, though his death was overlooked.

"He'll be back tomorrow morning!" Caine reassured, putting away his hammer, which had a red skull emblazed onto the pommel. "You all should head on to bed now, we don't want anyone to be too tired for the next adventure!" Caines loud voice erupted grumbles from his cast, but they eventually complied, heading to their rooms for the night.

However, Kinger stayed behind, remaining firm in his place.

Caine approached him in an angry tone, impatient. "Didn't you hear me, Kinger? I said go to bed-!"

A quick turn of the head shut him up. Kingers eye had completely deflated from the injury he had suffered, making his eye look like a sad balloon. He didn't say anything, he rarely spoke at all, but his glare was terrifying... And endearing to Caine.

For a single moment, Caine felt bad for Kinger. Seeing his hard demeanor, even with such a terrible injury, he knew had to fix it.

With a single snap of his fingers, Kingers eye had returned to normal, much to his surprise. Caine buried his hands into his jackets pockets. "Is that better, old man? Now go to bed, asshole." He scoffed, avoiding Kingers gaze. Kinger leaned towards him and knocked the wood of his face against Caines teeth, almost like a kiss, before leaving to his room.

Caine stared in disbelief, but shook off the mysterious feeling that had risen from the event and ran backstage, ready to shut off for the night.

#tadc au #tadc fic #royalteeth #kinger x caine

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redhoodforreal · 9 months

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(Out of character: contain spoiler of DC vs Vampire)

batcomputer have record of other timeline? I just found file about a timeline when vampire conquer the world and except the fact that i die and all the downfall of humankind i kinda like that timeline for many reason.

Fuck the golden boy, it was time the world knows how twisted, dungerus and scary he can be, that little traitor of mankind.

I died, but i died in wonder woman harms and that's not bad at all, and i lived more than dear daddy and tim

I almost beat dikiebird ass when he was a godlike being

Dear Dikie tried hard to turn me into a vampire while he splat tim's hed and bite damian without esitation, so he clearely like me the most.

Batman prevention plan against other hero (except wonder woman) really work, so fuck the supes

Dikie was so bitchie

It remaind me to fear barbara gordon

Now every one of us sibilling have tried to kill Tim

The joker died.

Damian look like the ugly gremlin he is inside.

#red hood #only in gotham #batfam #batman #gotham #jason todd #robin #red robin #dc robin #tim drake #damian wayne #nightwing did it #dick grayson #nightwing killing the joker #nightwing #dc vs vampires #dc

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vindextra · 2 months

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My Agents

So, like a lot of splatoon people, I've got my own takes on the Agents. They started out as just a few additional character traits on top of the canon agents, but quickly spiraled out into a lot more fully formed characters.

These characters are presented as they are in the middle arc of my story Breakpoints [insert link]. The first arc retells the stories of Splat 1, 2, and OE, if you want to know how they got to where they are, check out the story!

Agent 3: Quinn

(unfortunately Quinn does not have a ref yet, though one is currently being produced!)

Quinn moved to Inkopolis to get a new start as a new squid. It admittedly wasn't going so well until he followed a weird old man through the sewers and became Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. (Earning himself a surrogate grandpa, and later two surrogate sisters in the process.)

Quinn is light hearted, but direct. He intends to meet problems head on, and is willing to plant his feet and be stubborn when he needs to.

Unfortunately, as a result of the partial sanitization in the metro, the connection between his brain and the muscles in his face were severely damaged, leaving him unable to emote or talk without explicit and deliberate effort.

Quinn remains doggedly committed to the NSS, staying as the only 24/7/365 active member, a trait that doesn't go unnoticed by Captain Cuttlefish.

He/Him

22 years old

Arrow Squid

Can win a blindfolded 4v1 turf fight with just a splattershot

Agency Member

1 vs Many combat specialist, Survival specialist

Known for defying odds for fun

Agent 4: Nora Sheller

Art by Nalina-nw!

Nora left her home of 5 siblings to try and make a name for herself. As a result of co-parenting her 4 younger brothers, Nora is compassionate to a fault, a trait that actually doesn't backfire when she chases a strange woman through a sewer grate. From there, she settled into a comfortable routine with this apparently famous woman, trying to save her cousin.

Nora's emotionally intelligent, save for her own emotions, which she's almost completely blind too. She's lighthearted and quick to joke around, she easily becomes best friends with Callie after she's saved. An accident on a mission leaves her leg permanently injured, which ends up causing an entire torrent of quiet self-worth issues in the background.

She/Her

24 years old

Hooked Squid

Dualies Master

Agency Member (benched due to leg)

Infiltration Expert

Known for her 'guns blazing' style

Agent 8: Clover

Art by Scratch-o!

Arai, as was her name in the domes, was a brutal, no-nonsense soldier, who just wanted to push through and get done with her service. Repeated instances of her faith being shaken in octavian society around her, as well as a particularly biting betrayal from one of her squadmates leaves her utterly disillusioned with the military.

When she falls into the metro, she loses her memory, but those negative emotions still linger. Now dubbed Agent 8, she resolved to complete the tests so that Craig can make it to the surface, but ultimately she doesn't see any worth in her own freedom. During the fight with sanitized Agent 3, nearly being perma-killed inspires a desperate need to live, which now fuels her every step on the surface.

She takes the name Clover when she reaches the surface. (Mostly) gone now is the brutal, no fun attitude from before, now Clover basks in life and all the small joys it can bring.

She/Her

24 years old

Mimic Octoling

No Weapon Preference

Agency Member

1 on 1 combat specialist

Happy-go-lucky, until it's mission time

Agent 9!?: Mavi

(Pictured here without her glasses) Art by Antsyandpantsy!

Mavi's life fell apart when her dad died. She spent several years in a mental fog until her home situation got so bad she was broken out of by sheer necessity. She still has a stutter as a result of that time, which coupled with her already timid nature paints a rather unassuming figure.

Her friends, both in and out of her turf team, helped her get her feet back under her. She lived rather passively for a while, working as a cashier at the official Squid Sister's merch store, until her close friend Nora needed her help. The world of the New Squidbeak Splatoon is revealed to her, and Mavi is left to make a choice.

She chooses to take some hold over her life, joining the Splatoon to enthusiasm all around! Now she has to learn how to catch up with the other agents, and hopefully before the octavians try to pull a new stunt...

She/Her

22 years old

Arrow Squid

Brella Master

Stand-in Agency member

New to non-turf combat

Timid and stuttering, until her temper flares

#Splatoon #vin's writing #character refs #OCs #original characters #Agent 3 #Quinn (oc)#Agent 4 #Nora (oc)#Agent 8 #Clover (oc)#oc Agent #Mavi (oc)#splatoon oc #inkling oc #octoling oc

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simp999 · 11 months

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A New Home Ch. 19

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.4k

A/N: Died for a bit, my bad

A/N 2: Leo gets a fanboy?!!!

Back to the start! Previous Next

“What?!”

You hadn’t planned on joining the tournament, not wanting to mess with any major battles. Wouldn’t this make the number of teams uneven? What happens if your teammates give it their all, and you get really far in the tournament, to the point that you make it up against a major team? And surely you can’t half-ass it, or else your teammates would be quite disappointed. Damn it, Leo!

“Yeah! We’ve been aiming to get stronger, and what better way than to have a chance at battling lots of strong players, right?”

“You’re not wrong, but…”

“It’s not like you were busy, you don’t have any other friends.”

Wow, thanks Tasha, how nice of you.

She’s not wrong though, and there’s no backing down now. You take a deep breath in, and do a couple of little stretches before the match.

“So, any words of encouragement, boss?”

“I dunno, kick ass I guess.” You mumble unenthusiastically.

You look around at your teammates, and you’re sure that if you were in an anime you’d be able to see a comical sweatdrop on each of their temples. You sigh, and explain.

“There’s not much to add, you guys have already improved significantly since we started training together. Hell, Skull barely had any improvement tips for Tasha.”

You double-check your ink tank, making sure it’s hooked up correctly,

“Just do what we do, and don’t overthink anything. You guys are hella skilled, and I believe in you.”

…That came out a lot sweeter than you were hoping. It’s all true, though, you are extremely proud of how far they’re come.

Leo shouts out in excitement, Milo offers you a big smile, and you can see the way Tasha’s cheeks move up under her mask before going back to inspecting her weapon. There’s about one minute until you guys have to super-jump to your spawn point, so you take the opportunity to say one last thing.

“I’m sure I don’t have to remind you guys since you all have common sense, but just be sure to have respect for our opponents.”

The battle is set on inkblot art academy and it doesn’t take long for Leo to rush in and splat multiple opponents. Milo focuses on inking the ground while you run support right behind Leo, splatting an opponent that had ninja squid. Tasha’s already on the center pillar, being the last line of defense and not allowing anyone by. After inking all of the nearby areas, you retreat to the left side of the stage, covering that escape route. Milo does the same for the right side, inking that path with his Heavy Splatling. Leo stays on the front lines, basically spawn-camping the opponents. You almost feel bad, but these are the preliminaries, so you shouldn’t have expected too much competition. At least you weren’t all the way in their spawn. The timer hits two seconds, and your teammates are quick to save up enough ink for one last sub-weapon. You’ve taught them well.

The music dies down, and both teams look over at the big screen to see the score. It’s obvious who won, but it was always good to make sure. A win, 73.06% to 19.4%. Ouch. Their teammates are kind and respectful about it, wishing your team luck and offering you a handshake. You’re appreciative that they have good sportsmanship, that seems to be rare at your rank. You thank them for the battle, and your team heads to the main area of the tower to see what teams have entered and by how much they won. You already know that there are some big-shot players, but you want to see how much the main teams won by. Gloves’s battle was a decent match, he won by about 12%. The yellow-green team seemed to be doing much better than how they were doing when they started teaming up, winning by 30%. The S4’s score was unsurprising, getting a couple fewer points than your recent score.

Your team leaves Deca Tower, and can barely move with how crowded the front is. Milo gently grabs your hand as well as Leo’s so that the two of you don’t get lost (And probably for comfort, too). He’s not too worried about Tasha, with her height towering over most inklings, along with the fact that she’s fine in crowds. Well, anxiety-wise, at least.

You guys almost make it out of the crowd, but a shout of your name interrupts you.

“This way!” He’s waving his hands around excitedly, despite having seen you just a few minutes earlier. Goggles is quick to hug you when you come over, and you stand there like a brick, unmoving for a second before slowly cradling one arm around him awkwardly.

You spot a character that’s new to the story. There’s a smile on his face, and he’s got - supposedly - the freshest gear in town.

‘He should be fun to be around.’

He fixes his gear, almost in a comical way, before introducing himself.

“Yo! The name’s Gloves! I saw the beginning of your battle, and I can bet that you’re gonna do great in the tourney!”

He looks over at Leo, pointing right at his face with an exaggerated swing of his arm.

“And you! You’re super fresh! You’re quick to attack, and you can hold your ground well with those dualies. You’ve got some crazy agility, props to you, dude!”

You see the way Leo’s eyes light right up, it seems he’s not used to having fans.

‘If we keep battling like this, that’s sure to change.’

You let the two dorks chat for a bit until you’re cut off by an announcement over the loudspeakers;

["The battle to be king of the square has begun!”]

A smirk begins to form on your face. Game on. There’s no going back now. The rules are explained, and some notable players are pointed out. Gloves is the first, and you waddle to hide behind Milo since Gloves was right beside you a minute earlier and you didn’t want all the attention on you. Next they point out Rider, you’re surprised you didn’t spot him earlier - he’s not that far away from where you’re standing. He looks around and meets your eyes, the both of your giving eachother a nod that says no going easy on eachother, and no hard feelings. Next up is Skull, and you spot Avi behind him, who shoots you a wink(?), you couldn’t quite tell, but his lopsided smile along with the way his head tilted to the side made you assume that that was the case.

“Hey, doesn’t Goggles pants Rider and Skull right about now?” You quickly survey the area, and indeed, Goggles is happily making his way over to the pair. Before he can do anything, you smoothly tug him backward by the back of his jacket. He still says the line he was supposed to say, so it seems that your little intervention didn’t change the story. Rider didn’t notice Goggles there at first, only looking behind him when he made his presence known. Rider sees the way your hand is just now letting go of the back of his jacket. He also sees the way Goggles’ arms drop from in front of him to his sides, as if he was reaching out for something. Rider gives to a nod of thanks, now realizing that Goggles was up to his regular shenanigans and that you may have just saved him from a really awkward situation.

Skull is none the wiser, and only looks at you. Just.. starring. You know that he’s just acknowledging your presence, but at least give a nod or something!

Your thoughts are interrupted by the final notable player being announced. There’s no doubt that there should be boss music playing when you look up to the stage and see an Inkling standing with his arms crossed. He’s standing above everyone, the only thing higher up than him being his ego.

‘Things sure are about to get interesting. Can’t wait to see an entirely new level of skill~.’

Next Part

May.28.23

#x reader #fanfic #splatoon manga #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon manga rider #splatoon manga skull #splatoon manga gloves #gloves coroika #goggles coroika #splatoon manga goggles #coroika #coroika x reader #splatoon manga aviator

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crabpeopleart888 · 4 months

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meet harriet osborn, aka the green spider. she is inspired heavily by the plot of the insomniac spiderman game for ps4.

harriet and her mother had many research stations throughout the city of new york where they looked into effects oscorps chemical byproducts had on the environment. each station had a specific purpose and monitored a specific thing. after harriets mother died, norman osborn defunded all but one of the stations. it was a research station for a synthetic fungus that seemed to heal its environment. harriet and her mother planned to use it in the cities parks to heal wildlife there, and hopefully they could adapt it to survive water as well ! norman seemed particularly interested in this project, and harriet knew that was the only reason he kept it going. nevertheless she worked ceaselessly on her mother's project as she watched oscorp polite the city more and more with blatant disregard for its citizens. one day as harriet was testing the healing fungus on a wounded spider, she knocked a vile off of the counter and it shattered on the floor. already exhausted and drained, she bent over to pick up the pieces of glass without realizing she'd left the spider container open. when she looked back to it the spider was gone. she searched around for the spider for almost a minute before feeling a sharp pinch on the back of her hand. in a moment of surprise she flung the spider into the wall where it splatted. she felt horror and disgust with herself for killing another living being, but it began to move and... rebuild itself. she blinked in amazement, the fungus couldn't be working that well. she decided she needed to go get some sleep

cut to her experiencing inhuman healing, spider like powers, etc etc anddd the green spider is born !!

#spidersona #spidersona art #spidersona oc #spidersona au #spiderverse #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman oc #spiderman au

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b-dubs-valdubs · 2 years

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ethubs, cooking for a sick friend even though they're bad at it!

hi!!! whipped this up for you, i had way too much fun with this so thank you for requesting !!

(ps. one of the flipping things that happens to bdubs has also happened to me: have fun guessing which one jdjdkf)

enjoy!!!

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Etho sniffed, squeezing his eyes shut; trying to calm the pounding headache behind his eyes. Great. He was sick. Bdubs was so going to make fun of him for this.

As if on cue, the man himself came waltzing into Etho’s room in the monoloth. He was, Efho noticed, still wearing his morning bunny slippers, and carrying a wobbling tray of tea.

“Here, take this,” Bdubs handed Etho the mug, smiling gently. “Made it fresh just now. Don’t say i never do nothin’ for ya…”

Etho sipped it gently, movements small. He swallowed, stifling a cough. “Mmmh, it’s… good. Thank you ‘dubs”

Etho winced. His voice had come out a lot more croaky than he would have liked.

Bdubs had also seemed to notice. His eyes widened — all but slamming his own mug onto the table.

“You’re sick?” he asked, incredulous — yet a hint of triumph sneaking into his tone.

Etho was too groggy to put up a veneer of pride. He nodded vaguely.

Bdubs cackled slightly. “Etho — the Etho — sick?!” He chortled; way too proud of himself.

Etho scowled at him. Sheepishly, Bdubs ceased his laughter. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be glad about that. You just rub it in my face all the time.”

Etho rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Can you make me breakfast…?” he requested, almost pitifully, “It’s an awful long staircase to climb for-“ (cough for emphasis) “- such a sick person…”

“Oh, you little fragile flowe-“

“Hey, you’re the fragile flower, you jerk!”

Bdubs raised his brows. “Oh, so you don’t need my help then?”

Etho sighed. “Ok fine… I’ll have some pancakes.”

“I didn’t hear a please?”

Oh he looked too pleased with himself.

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

Bdubs cackled. “Okayokayokay… the finest pancakes coming right up!”

——

They did not, in fact, come right up.

Everything was going downhill.

It was stupid anyway, Bdubs thought to himself, accidentally smearing more flour onto his forehead as he wiped his brow.

He was almost out of pancake ingredients, having used most of the things in the monolith kitchen just for this.

Why couldn’t Etho have wanted something easy to cook — like — a bowl of cereal?

Huffing, Bdubs turned his attention to the hob and stared down the pancake sizzling there. He would not be defeated by some half-fried dessert!

Seizing the handle, he flipped the pancake into the air. It flipped gloriously, acrobatically even—

Before getting stuck on the ceiling.

Bdubs muffled a frustrated scream; glancing despairingly at the gradually depleting batter. He would have enough for two… at most.

He had to make these count.

Flipping the second pancake, he made sure not to propel it as high as the first. Although, it was more of a slide than a flip, as it tumbled off the edge of the pan and scewered itself on the dial of the oven; ripping in half and splatting onto the floor, pathetically.

“How does that even HAPPEN????”

Deep breaths Bdubs… in and out…

The final one had to be perfect. If he could bring one really great pancake to Etho… today would be a success.

He prepared it dillegently; making sure the batter formed the pancake in a perfect circle. When it came time to flip, he steeled himself, practicing the motions to himself before grabbing onto the handle.

“Not too much, so it lands up on the ceiling; not too little so it dies on the floor.” he repeated to himself constantly.

He flipped.

With the perfect force to take the pan clean off the handle.

Bdubs screamed a “No!” to give Darth Vader a run for his money, collapsing onto the kitchen countertop and sinking onto the floor in a fit of despair. He wanted to get the pancakes right for Etho! He aanted Etho to taste them and be wowed by his cooking prowess! He wanted Etho to tell him he loves the pancakes he had lovingly prepared for him!

Many wasted eggs later, here he was.

But — was it always so hot in here?

SHIT-

He lept to his feet and fanned the small fire with a discarded tea towel, as if he needed any more stress. He had knocked over some tissues near the flame!

He wasn’t panicking for a while before, luckily, the sprinklers came to his rescue.

Drenching him in the process.

He sighed heavily, having turned off the hob, and all was blissfully quiet around him. It was too early for this — he would have no compunctions with crawling back into his bed and starting the day over.

But, he still had to make breakfast for Etho. As the ceiling pancake falling onto his head so graciously reminded him.

——

“Breakfast is served,” Bdubs muttered grumpily.

Etho peered up at him, snickering a little to himself at Bdubs’s wet cat-esque complexion. “What happened to you?”

Bdubs glared at him, handing over the tray without a word. Etho inspected it, humming.

“Bdubs, this is cereal.”

#mossy writing #new tag!!!! woohoo #ethubs #can be read as platonic or romantic #i dont mind it being tagged as ship #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #hermitcraft fanfic

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renatogpadilla · 1 year

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OH GODS I SAID A THING™ AND NOW I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD:

Probably because of the Announcement of the Animated M9 Series, but...

"Wildemount. The final Continent. This is the story of a rag-tag band of mercenaries and sellswords. Their five year Campaign? Prevent a reality altering relic from falling into the wrong hands, discover new conspiracies between warring nations, and boldly go where no one has gone (for good reason) before."

I call this abomination of an idea: DEEP SPACE NEIN!

And yes, it's every bit as cursed as you can imagine a CR / Star Trek crossover to be!

Everyone needs their space on the UNSC-1909 "Mighty Nein":

Fjord "The Unwitting Face of the group" Stone: Captain. That one's obvious.

Beauregard "Beau" Lionett: Number One. Because she gets physical and FUCKS. You can blame Ryker for this one...

Yasha "Worf WISHES he hit this hard" Nydoorin: Security. Nuff said.

Caleb "my phaser doesn't have a Stun setting" Widogast: Navigation. Keen Mind once again comes in clutch!

Nott/Veth "The Brave" Brenatto: Engineering. Yeza helps as well! She's still CONSTANTLY smashed and that's how she does her best work!

Genevieve "Jester" Lavorre: Comms. This one is primarily because of the Message spell... During their travels, she finds a sterile Tribble she names "Sprinkle". Hilarity ensues.

Caduceus "Earl" Clay: Ship Doctor. Always a bit of tea on hand to talk about somebody else's problems. The crew knows better than to ask why he gets a new batch of tea whenever Spurt gets killed, though...

Mollymauk "Nine Eyes" Tealeaf: The hot bartender who illegally smuggled himself into the ship to escape a past he himself doesn't remember... Sees EVERYTHING. Knows everyone's secrets.

Essek "The Hover" Thelyss: That ONE guy in the Transponder room that energizes the teleporters. He seems unimportant until he gets promoted to Series Regular halfway through Season 2 due to his unexpected Political connections and insight.

He accidentally invented hover boots while messing around Engineering and now NEVER takes them off...

Bonus:

+ Pumat S.0.L: Ship's AI voice. Occasional holograms of him show up to manage the built-in shops, respectfully.

+ Kiri: Baby on board. The Wesley Crusher of the show. She and Luc get along quite well!

+ Shakaste: Chief Science Officer. Don't even give him LaForge shades. Have a little robotic Hummingbird called the Grand Duchess scan the area with sonar and directly transmit the info to his brain!

+ Calliana: Pilot. She flies the ship. Whether it's smooth sailing or crazy, death-defying acrobatics depends on her mood that day.

+ Spurt: The Red Shirt. It's always him. The same one. He always dies and comes back next episode like nothing ever happened. Nobody acknowledges this. "It's been 11 days since Spurt last went Splat".

+ Keg: A down-on-her-luck space smuggler the crew encounters on occasion. She's almost never followed by good news, but she's good for her word, and (with some "persuasion" from Beau) will usually help the crew out of a pinch.

+ Nila: She and her family were diplomats/emissaries for a pacifist race, but when her husband and child get kidnapped by Keg's old partners in crime, the Iron Shepherds, Nila proves to be a formidable spy on top of a ferocious fighter...

+ Reani: Still a vigilante, plain and simple. She goes from planet to planet "rescuing" people with her own lethal brand of justice. Her abilities as a shapeshifter and her interest in biology make her a valuable ally though, not to mention that she knows just about every shady person on any given sector...

+ Twiggy: The ship's resident Archeologist, albeit the most eccentric member of the crew. She specializes in identifying where magical artifacts come from, and dragging the crew on "archeological escapades" for "Science". Her pet squirrel Trixie and Caleb's cat Frumpkin seem to be good friends, but neither of them feel comfortable around Sprinkle for some reason...

+ Yussa: The Negotiator. Not because he can smooth-talk anyone, that's Fjord's thing. No, Yussa's the negotiator because of how EASILY he can figure out what everybody wants. Although he keeps a calm exterior, he has a habit of taking EVERYTHING regarding anything that resembles a puzzle or a mystery as a challenge, and his hubris WILL get the crew into trouble more than once...

Occasional antagonists include:

# The Iron Shepherds: Led by the dreadful Lorenzo, these low life slavers make their credits pulling the most despicable jobs... Regardless of who pays for them, so long as the job is paid for.

# Captain Avantika: Obligatory femme fatale with a thing for Fjord. Whether it's a relationship born of convenience, manipulation or simply blind worship towards the same thing, nobody can really tell. The pirate captain of the "Squalleater" is OBSESSED with releasing an entity which she believes to be an ancient god, hidden in the farthest reaches of space... And only the crew can stop her from achieving her malicious goal.

# Obann and the Unkillable Family: Much like Avantika, the God-releasing MO stands, but rather than getting their followers by power of charisma or duty, the crew of the ravager ship "Angel of Irons" directly controls the minds of the people they believe might help them accomplish their goal... Including the Nein's own Chief of Security for a time.

# Special Guest Star Matthew Mercer as "The Traveler": He's Q. That's it. He's JUST Q. There is no joke, there is no agenda other than wanting to become a God himself, but taking such a liking to Jester that he can never endanger the crew to continue his schemes, so he finds ways to trick them into helping him out... Mostly by pretending to be a sterile Tribble and arousing chaos wherever he goes.

And that's what I've got! Let me know what you think! I'm not very good at AUs, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head!

#Critical Role #CR #The Mighty Nein #Mighty Nein #tm9 #star trek #ds9 #cr2 #mighty nein animated #star trek au

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friendly-neighborhood-imbecille · 2 years

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A Monster

Warning: character death

He was jolted awake with pain. It seared through his entire being, like he was being stabbed, ripped apart, like a part of him was being broken away, then it stopped. He fell to the floor hard, like he was tossed. He heard metal clanging against the concrete, then silence.

“It worked.”

He could hear loud sobbing. Was he crying? He opened his eyes, but everything was blurry.

“I can’t believe it, it worked. You’re free now, you don’t have to be burdened with that guilt and sorrow.”

“Vlad?” He croaked. The man grabbed his hand and pulled him up into a hug.

“It’s okay Daniel, you won’t have to feel that pain anymore. I found a solution, everything will be okay.” Something was horribly wrong. He felt like he was panicking, hyperventilating, but his breathing was too slow. It didn’t even feel like he was actually breathing, just filling his throat with air and forcing it out. His legs felt like they could fall apart at any time, like there wasn’t any sort of structure to his body, like he wasn’t real. Vlad waited a couple more seconds before releasing him from the hug and putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I’m so glad it worked.”

Danny just stared ahead, he didn’t know what else to do. The sobs turned into choking sounds followed by wet splats, Vlad cursed and led him over to a bench to sit on before quickly moving away. The choking slowly died out to ragged breathing, then nothing.

He sat on the bench, his vision slowly coming back, and the lingering pain fading away. He remembered bits and pieces, he was in Vlad’s lab. Vlad had asked him to help with an experiment as a way to take his mind off things. He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to make Vlad upset. So he obeyed.

He looked around, the lab was darker than before, Vlad was standing in front of some sort of table. He stood up and started to walk towards Vlad, something was wrong and he needed to know what was going on.

As he approached the table the feeling of wrongness grew. He wanted to run away, but he kept walking forward until he could see what was there, then he froze.

“Daniel, I can explain.” Danny stepped back, he needed to get away.

“Is that a clone? Did you kill him?” he almost didn’t recognize his own voice. It was soft and strained, like he was afraid to speak.

“No it’s not a clone.” Vlad kept his voice eerily calm. It was unnatural, almost emotionless.

“Then who is it?” Danny unwillingly looked back to the corpse on the table. It was turned to its side, facing him. A line of red human blood trailed from its lips into a pool on the table and its eyes stared straight forward, right into his.

“It’s you.”

Danny’s thoughts froze. He locked eyes with Vlad, searching for any evidence that he was lying, but found nothing. “What?”

Vlad’s face softened. “Dear boy, you were so upset, you were blaming yourself, you were depressed, you didn’t want to live anymore-”

“So you killed me?” his voice cracked and his eyes started to water. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be true.

“I saved you!” Vlad yelled angrily, “All of this was to protect you! If I hadn’t done it, you would have destroyed yourself!”

Danny looked back towards the corpse on the table. He was dead. He was really dead. Tears started streaming from his face and he failed to hold back sobs.

Vlad’s face softened and he stepped towards Danny. “Now don’t be like that dear boy, it’ll all be alright, I’m here for you.” He opened up his arms, walking towards Danny as if to hug him.

Danny grabbed the first thing he could off the ground and brandished it as a weapon against Vlad.

“Don’t come any closer, get away from me!”

Vlad hesitated, looking down at the weapon in his hands, before cautiously stepping forward, just out of arm's reach.

“Daniel, I know this must be jarring, and I promise you, I did not intend for you to perish, but sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greatest outcome. Everything will be okay now.”

Danny saw red, he charged forward, stabbing Vlad and tearing the weapon through him. Vlad fell to the ground, weak, but instead of any wound appearing, a wispy red eyed figure was forced out of his body. The figure locked eyes with Danny. It felt wrong, unnatural, unnerving, predatory. Danny took a step back, he wanted to disappear, to fly, to sink through the floor, anything to get away from this thing, but his core was frozen in fear.

He ran.

The second he started running, the thing began its pursuit. He bolted for the laboratory stairs and tried to open the door, it was locked, he was cornered, he dropped to the floor and curled himself into a ball, maybe it wouldn’t see him if he made himself look small. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he couldn’t do anything else.

The thing appeared at the bottom of the stairs. It locked eyes with him again and he was frozen. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. He could only see those eyes. He felt so small, like a mouse on a glue trap with a cat in sight. Then it surged forward. It engulfed him completely, he felt like he was drowning in acid, like his core was being stripped away, piece by piece. He struggled for freedom, tried to claw his way out, but it was no use. Everything faded to black.

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He slowly faded out of unconsciousness to movement. Something was carrying him. Usually, being carried like this felt all enveloping, secure, and comforting, but this was different. The arms supporting him were too thin, the movement was too irregular, and it didn’t feel warm and safe like it usually did. Something was wrong.

He forced himself to open his eyes. He was in Vlad’s lab, Vlad was carrying him towards a table, then he remembered what had happened.

He struggled against Vlad’s grip, he needed to get away, he needed to escape. He started kicking and screaming, fighting with everything he had. Vlad slipped and fell, and he ran to the only place he could, the portal. Vlad was getting up, he needed to hurry, he put in the code for the portal, Vlad was on his feet, the portal started to open, Vlad was limping towards him, he bolted through the portal door, Vlad reached his hand out to the portal, the portal closed. He was safe. _________

He drifted through the Ghost Zone with no destination in mind. He didn’t have anywhere to go, anyone to turn to. He wanted so badly for someone to comfort him, but at the same time he needed time alone to process everything.

It was all new and different, his chest felt unnaturally still and quiet, like someone had frozen him in time, his lungs felt like they were constantly aching, even though filling them with oxygen did nothing, and he was so cold. He had never felt this cold before, even when he was—

Who was he? He felt more like Danny than Vlad, But he didn’t really feel like either. He felt like he had been around for years, but he only just began existence. He had memories going back over four decades, memories of his childhood, of family, friends, but they weren’t really his. So why did he miss them? He missed a life that he had never had, he mourned for people he never knew, this was all so confusing, but he couldn’t stop it. His head was screaming at him that everything was his fault, that he killed his family, that he killed his friends, that he killed himself, that he was a monster, but it wasn’t him. None of it was him.

He felt like an imposter. Like he had just stolen the lives, or afterlives of two different people who, though he knew everything about them, he didn’t know them. He never got the chance to know Danny, and he was too scared to know Vlad. He wondered if he could have been friends with either of them. If he had gone back in time and met them before, would they like him? Would Sam and Tucker? Or Jazz or Jack and Maddie? Maybe he could have had a family, friends, siblings, he knew he couldn’t now. Danny, Maddie, Sam, Jazz, Jack, Tucker, they were all dead. And if he saw Vlad again, he would probably rip him apart to get his powers back. Maybe that would be best. At least then, Danny would still be around. He wouldn’t be stealing someone else's afterlife.

Eventually he found an island. It had dense forest, varied vegetation, and felt natural to the realms rather than created to be a lair. He floated down to the island and searched for shelter. There wasn’t much, there were trees, but that was too out in the open for comfort. And any animal dens he could find were either occupied, or way too small.

After a couple hours of searching he found a cave. It was perfect. Difficult to locate, dry, and empty of any other ghosts. He would be safe here until he decided on what to do next.

He could search for his lair, but he wasn’t sure that he even had one. His coming into existence was an unconventional one, would the realms even recognize him as one of their inhabitants? Or would he be regarded as an intruder? An abomination, a monster, a fake. He felt like one.

He could ask his allies for help, but they weren’t really his allies, were they. He wasn’t Danny, and he wasn’t Vlad. Danny’s allies would probably hate him for existing, and Vlad’s allies would probably attack him for his weakness.

He could go back to Amity. Tell them what Vlad had done, help Valerie protect everyone from the ghosts, but he’d have to go through Vlad’s portal. And he was a ghost, they’d never believe him about Vlad. Maybe he should just stay in this cave forever and rot away.

He propped himself up against the cave wall, curled up into a ball, and tried to stop thinking about everything, to forget about Amity, about Vlad, about Danny, or the Fentons or Sam and Tucker. About any of the ghosts or humans, about himself. Tried to forget everything that had happened within the past year and just rest. But of course, like always there was something stopping him.

“Cujo, leave me alone.” The puppy had somehow found him, and was pawing at his leg, begging for something. He tried to shoo him away, but Cujo stubbornly stayed

“Cujo, I’m serious, I don’t want to play.” Cujo started nudging his foot, Barking for attention.

“Stop it Cujo!” The barking just got louder and louder, he tried to cover his ears but it was inescapable.

“Go away!” He kicked the dog away from him, but he just came back, barking angrily and biting his foot. He just wanted to rest for a while without anyone bothering him, he just wanted some time to himself, he just wanted to be left alone, but the barking was too much, he wanted it to stop, for everything to stop. He grabbed it and threw it against the wall as hard as he could. The noise stopped, everything was quiet again.

He calmed down, had he been hyperventilating? And looked around. He froze, horror seeped into his core, he slowly stood up and walked to the cave wall opposite of him.

“Cujo?”

No response. He picked up the dog, he was limp. Ectoplasm was dripping out of the side of his head and his fur was turning gooey.

“Cujo, please, please wake up,” He begged, tears streaming down his face.

But the corpse didn’t answer. A line of green ectoplasmic blood trailed from its mouth into a pool on the ground and its eyes stared straight forward, right into his.

He really was a monster.

#Dan origin story #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #my fics #fanfiction #dan phantom #character death #panic attacks

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I dunno if they're on the quiz (probably not) but I wanna know more about the fetus gobbler (Phoenix? I think)

sgdfjgsdf for the love of GOD please don't call him the fetus gobbler this is killing me but actually he IS on the quiz! he's just not called Phoenix

he's got kind of a LOT going on. For those who are new or just didn't see or read it, I made this small comic last month about him that doesn't really explain a whole lot. But the tl;dr is that he was made in a lab. (Koira spearheaded that. For extremely meta reasons, but also because they're always excited to do illegal and morally ambiguous science projects that nobody will fund)

(there he is, science is amazing)

..but Phoenix IS on the quiz, he's just not called that. "Phoenix" is actually a resurrection/clone of Lumo, a guy who died in 2007

he even has a little tableturf-style picture of his own. (he's the guy with probably the most lore out of all my OCs and absolutely the least screentime)

The long version of what happened and what led to him dying, why he was RESURRECTED which is LITERALLY playing god, and everything that happened between is so long I'm not even getting into it. But the short version is that he's the original founder and leader of an Octarian street gang called the Leopards (yes, the extinct animal) and after his death, a lot of things happened over there that eventually culminated into... the current leader getting him resurrected as a bizarre solution for a really specific problem

In life, he was best friends with a blue-ringed octopus called Martin (who is also a possible result in the quiz but has also been very rare). When Lumo died, his ashes and beak were salvaged and kept, and while Flint (his brother) initially kept them for many years they kinda got tossed around between people

(i drew this picture of Martin holding the remains for fun, I just thought it was cool)

...until they got stolen. And the deal with Phoenix is that his body was made out of a tentacle cutting of his brother as the base, but also his own remains, which are MOSTLY ASH. Hence the name, and while he still recognizes himself as Lumo... trying to introduce yourself as someone who died almost 20 years ago especially in circles where that person was kind of widely known raises a lot more questions than it's worth.

(i drew that just the other day and it's a good thing i did because i have like no other fullbodies)

So the entire "fetus gobbler" thing comes from the comic. which first of all he's not literally eating children. Due to the state that his admittedly very fucked-up body is in (he's technically a reanimated corpse) he's got to take injections of DEFINITELY ILLEGAL "fetus juice" which is basically a solution extracted from fertilized eggs (call it essence of life or whatever). Because a lot of his body was literally ash before some of it was restored, it obviously means all the cells were long-dead, and a lot of what makes up his body is reanimated. however because of how experimental the science is (it's EXTREMELY ILLEGAL), those cells don't really function normally and if left to its own devices, his body will essentially just start.... dying again, which the life essence mitigates

Even with that, though, with his body being extremely strange and unstable and containing the DNA of at least three different octopus species (he was already a hybrid in life) - and technically he's his brother's clone now, if anything, hence the branching tentacles... his body doesn't really know how to just Be half the time and he's never really in a stable state. Which means he's extremely easy to splat, which sometimes happens spontaneously, and uh this is what happens

basically it takes a LONG time for his tissues to figure out how the hell to reform, and he often reforms incorrectly anyway. So basically, he is dealing with a lot, just aside from the worlds most necessary identity crisis

#mailbox #dodo ocs #i kinda wanted to do more comic of him because ive been brewing such good ideas #but theyre also so much work even doing them low effort like i have been #leopards #also as per recent headcanon he no longer turns into goo. but this is still cool

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