#(ghost core but they dont know that yet)
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Soulmark AU + Sleeping Beauty ; requested by @candeartist422!
For the last few years, Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die.
It sounds cruel to say it that way. But the waiting is more painful, he thinks, than just mourning a lost love. It’s not like most people ever meet their soulmates anyways; his parents weren’t meant to be, but they still loved each other and had a life together. He wishes he could turn his focus away from his soulmate, but Duke is a romantic at heart and has always wanted to find the other half of his soul.
But since he was fourteen, his soulmark has dulled, fading in and out of color. What was once a vibrant blue crystal star, with eight points and a swirl of watercolor hues around it, dimmed more and more until Duke was sure he was watching his soulmate die slowly.
His soulmate didn’t die then. Whoever they are got better, his soulmark gaining color, but it never went back to the way it was. For years after, Duke would check at the beginning and end of each day, keeping track of when it faded and when it regained its color.
He thought his soulmate was sick. In and out of hospitals, fighting to stay alive.
And then it went nearly colorless.
Duke doesn’t remember much about that day. He knows he woke up, brushed his teeth, the lifted up his shirt to check his soulmark in the mirror. The blue was almost completely gone, the star on his left hipbone nearly gray with how colorless it was. He started at it for a moment, shocked, and reality slid away from him as he retreated into the safety of his mind, fully dissociating.
Bruce had found him when Duke didn’t show up for breakfast. He held him and offered quiet words of comfort that Duke couldn’t understand, but just having someone with him lessened the hurt of losing his soulmate.
Seeing the color come back the next day, faint as it was, hurt even more.
A year later, Duke still can’t break the habit of checking his soulmark twice a day. It hasn’t changed at all, still faint and dim, but carrying just enough color to show that his soulmate was still alive. At the very least, they were still breathing, but his chance of ever meeting them is basically zero. Still, he can’t help but hope, wishing that he could meet them even once before they die and leave him forever.
“Same as ever,” he murmurs to himself as he brushes his thumb against his soulmark. He’s terrified that he’s forgotten how beautiful the blue of it was when his soulmate was healthy.
Duke doesn’t let himself think on it too much anymore. Though his thoughts often turn to his soulmate during quiet moments like these, the busy nature of Gotham is usually more than enough to pull his attention back to the here and now. There’s no use in obsessing over his soulmate anyways; they’re just going to die, sooner or later, and Duke knows he’ll never get to meet them. They’ll just be another empty space in his life, right next to his parents.
“Come on, Thomas, focus,” he tells himself firmly, then gets dressed and heads down to the kitchen for breakfast.
The manor is quiet. It usually is in the mornings, with everyone from the night shift dead asleep and trying to get as much rest as they can before they have to start their day. Not that many of them stay in the manor these days; Duke and Damian are the only permanent residents at the moment, but Steph usually stays half with her mom and half in the manor during the summers when she’s home from college, and the others drop in whenever they feel like it.
Bruce lives more in the Batcave than the manor, so he doesn’t really count. It’s also why Duke is surprised to see Bruce awake and dressed like a normal person, drinking coffee in the kitchen as if this is a normal occurrence.
“Morning,” Duke offers.
“Good morning, Duke,” Bruce replies. “Sleep well?”
“Well enough. Alfred out or something?”
“He may have kicked me out of the Batcave to clean it up a bit,” Bruce answers tiredly. “Want me to make breakfast?”
Duke has heard the horror stories of Bruce’s attempts to make edible food in a kitchen. In the interest of not dealing with food poisoning, Duke shakes his head quickly and says, “Nah, it’s fine. I was kinda wanting to eat out for breakfast. Get out there as me, and not a mask, you know?”
“Mind if I join you? Alfred may forgive me for not sleeping if I willingly go outside.”
Duke laughs. “Sure man, as long as you pay.”
“I’ll drive, too.”
“What, don’t trust me behind a wheel?”
Bruce gives him a tired look, eyes dead and dull. “I have taught all my children how to drive. The day I willingly let them take the wheel when I am not actively dying is the day I’ve been replaced by a robot clone of myself who doesn’t know better yet.”
“That is… very specific. Is that a thing you usually worry about?”
“I’m Batman. I have to worry about everything.”
Yeah, that tracks. Duke wouldn’t be surprised if he has at least five contingency plans for that scenario, should it ever happen. “Well,” he says, “Right now, all you need to worry about is having your wallet and driving us down to The Foodie Nook. I’ve been craving their breakfast plates for ages.”
Bruce doesn’t object to his choice of restaurant and follows Duke down to the garage, grabbing a random set of keys and pointing it out to the many cars he owns. One near the front blinks its lights as it unlocks and Duke cheerfully tosses himself into the passenger seat as Bruce opens the garage door.
The drive into Gotham is smooth. They don’t hit traffic until they reach the bridge that leads into the city proper, taking them away from the quiet of Bristol. The morning is busy, but not enough that Duke worries about being out as the Signal to help keep the peace. It’s a normal type of busy, one borne from people going about their lives, feeling safe enough to go out.
The Foodie Nook is entirely local and very popular, so the parking lot is nearly full. But they expanded their space last year, which means he and Bruce don’t have to sit outside while they wait to grab a table. Bruce keeps conversation light and casual, well aware of the many listening ears around them, and it’s nice, feeling normal for once.
Well, as normal as life can be with Bruce Wayne™. The server who comes to lead them to a table realizes who she’s talking to after she gets a proper look at them while holding open the door and promptly stutters over her words.
“No need for any special treatment,” Bruce laughs lightly, “We’re just here for breakfast. Nothing special.”
“Of course,” she replies, cheeks red. “Um, right this way! We’ve got a table by the windows for you. Just two, yeah?”
“Yup! Just two. Thought this was a good day to spend some time with Duke. He’s a great kid, you know, I’m glad I was given the opportunity to foster him.”
The sunny, cheerful Bruce Wayne persona is so different from the usual Bruce he works with that it feels like he’s standing next to a stranger. But his words are sincere and warm his heart, filling up the gaps that his soulmate has left.
“Here you are!” their server announces, showing them to their table. “I’ll be right back with some menus.” She’s gone in a rush, and other customers glance over before quickly averting their gaze.
It’s one of the unspoken rules of Gotham: give the Waynes their privacy while they’re out in public. Questions and conversation are for public events only, but if they see a Wayne out and about during a normal day, everyone leaves them be unless spoken to first. Duke used to follow those rules as well when he was just another Gothamite. It’s strange being on the other side of that now that he’s in with the Waynes.
Duke barely has to look through the menu when it’s handed to him. The breakfast plates are his favorites and he gets one every single time he comes to The Foodie Nook; stacked full with breakfast foods from around the world. As a kid, he loved the Mexico Plate, but these days he’s craving either the Brazilian Plate or the Vietnamese Plate.
He can’t decide on which one and thinks about tossing a coin to decide, but seeing how that’s Two Face’s whole thing, he decides to hold off and settle the matter with eenie-meenie-minnie-mo.
He gets the Vietnamese Plate.
Bruce, on the other hand, reads through the entire menu like it’s a novel, then leans over and says rather loudly, “Duke, what’s a tort-illa.”
The pain he feels hearing that is only worsened by the amusement in Bruce’s eyes. He’s doing it on purpose, playing up the Brucie act for the public so he can psychologically torment Duke. A few nearby customers choke back laughter, turning away to hide their smiles.
Duke shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry about it. It’s just food. Don’t ask any more questions, I just want a peaceful breakfast.”
“Well then,” Bruce replies, “I suppose I know what to order now.”
As if she was summoned, their server reappears before them, cheeks still looking a little flushed. “Hi! Ready to order?”
She writes down their orders quickly, valiantly keeping a straight face at Bruce’s mispronunciation of tortilla, then heads off to deliver their orders to the kitchen.
Rather than draw out a conversation with Brucie Wayne, Duke settles for playing a few idle games on his phone; his current favorite is one quiet cat cafe game where he directs cats into fulfilling cafe orders.
Bruce, despite being out in his civilian identity, is working. He’s on his Batman phone, which looks the same as his other cell phones except this one has a bat symbol sticker just barely hiding a Superman sticker on the phone case. His brow is slightly furrowed as he reads whatever file he’s accessing from the Batcomputer. It’s a little worrying but it could be anything. Bruce makes the same expression when he reads one of Tim’s snarky comments getting quoted in the news.
But that’s not Duke’s problem! He’s here to enjoy his breakfast and it will take the end of the world itself to remove him from his seat before he’s done eating.
The game takes most of his attention until their food comes out, and by then Bruce has tucked away the smallest of his Batman mannerisms. They enjoy a normal, peaceful breakfast. Bruce ends it by asking their server if she has any debt that’s weighing her down, then giving her a tip that’s at least five thousand dollars above that.
She does cry and Bruce hugs her. It’s very sweet.
As soon as they get back into the car, his easy going smile drops and Duke knows some superhero nonsense is about to take over his day.
“Duke,” Bruce starts, seriously, “I received a message from Zatanna.”
“Don’t drag this out,” Duke says, “Just give it to me straight. What terrible thing is about to happen to us?”
“It’s nothing too big. They just recently defeated a magical being who had been tearing apart secret government facilities in Illinois. He had both magic and a high tech weapon, which they confiscated and are delivering to me. The government agency he was fighting was suspiciously interested in the weapon, and based on their behaviors and newly revealed work, Zatanna made the decision to turn the weapon over to us so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”
Bruce smoothly merges into traffic as he speaks, getting them onto the road back to the manor. There’s a look in his eyes that means he’s keeping a lot unsaid, and Duke knows without a doubt that whatever this government agency was doing is bad if Zatanna needs Batman to act as extra security.
He’s not sure about her decision to trust the weapon to be safe in Gotham, either. Sure, Batman will keep it as safe as he can, but with their luck, it’ll end up in the hands of a Rogue and lead to a lot of death and destruction.
As soon as they cross the bridge and return to Bristol, Bruce steps on the gas and the car tears down the road. Without any other cars to worry about (or traffic laws), it takes barely two minutes to reach the manor, when the gates open for them and let them into the garage.
Alfred waits for them by the door, looking them over with a critical eye. “I see you have managed to go outside, Master Bruce. What’s the special occasion?”
“Just breakfast,” Bruce answers. “I’m heading back down to the Batcave. Zatanna will be here soon to deliver a weapon.” He’s gone before Alfred can say anything more, hurrying down the hall and turning the corner, disappearing from sight as he heads towards his office.
“I see we have yet to break that bad habit of his. Did you enjoy your morning out, Master Duke?”
“Sure did, Alfred. I’m, uh, also going down to the Batcave. He’s definitely not telling me a lot about what’s going on, so I’m just going to read about it over his shoulder. I’ll be back up for lunch, though!”
“And perhaps you’ll be able to drag Master Bruce away from that cave of his,” Alfred comments wryly as he walks with Duke towards the office. He gives Duke a nod, then splits away from him, returning to the kitchen where Duke can hear Damian speaking to someone, probably Tim by the annoyed tone of his voice, and mentally wishes Alfred luck in handling them.
Duke sets the correct time on the clock in Bruce’s office and heads down to the Batcave, taking the steps two at a time.
Bruce is already at the Batcomputer, shoulders tensed, when he arrives.
“More bad news?” he asks as he makes his way over.
Bruce doesn’t bother looking away from the screen as he says, “More details about the fight. It seems the magical being called himself a ghost and was going on a rampage due to a betrayal. He says they nearly killed his son.”
“Oh, yikes.”
“And two of the scientists working with the government agency said that he stole their son and is keeping them from saving him.”
“Yikes,” Duke says with more feeling.
He doesn’t get to hear anymore details about JLD’s fight with this ghost when he catches a flicker in the corner of his eye. Duke turns and stares at the empty space in the Batcave near the medbay and watches as colorful magic gathers and swirls in dizzing circles. The portal opens a moment later and Zatanna steps out, looking exhausted and lightly singed.
“Batman,” she greets, holding a white gun that looks like it belongs in an early sci-fi movie from the 60s. “The GIW is trying to arrest us. Constantine keeps burning their badges and documents so it shouldn’t be a problem, but they are determined to get this back. I wouldn’t be surprised if they came after you next. They’ve got some way of tracking things, but I didn’t have time to get any details before I had to leave.”
Bruce takes the gun from her hands carefully, looking it over with a sharp gaze. “Why would a ghost want to use a gun?”
“I don’t know. He had a variety of powers, too.”
“What does this do?”
“Shoots ice. He never let it go and nearly burned me alive for taking it before we subdued him.”
“We’ll keep it locked up,” Bruce promises.
Zatanna sighs. It looks as though a physical weight fell off her shoulders. “Thanks. I’m going to head back to stop Constantine from getting into a fistfight with the GIW agents.”
She opens another portal with a waved hand and a muttered spell. Bruce is already walking away to set the gun down on a work station, so Duke is the one to wave Zatanna goodbye.
By the time he reaches Bruce’s side, the gun is already dismantled, all pieces neatly set aside. Sticky notes denote which pieces go together and in what order. It looks the same as most guns, save for the aesthetic, but the heart of it is a glowing blue orb, large enough to cover the entirety of Bruce’s palm, and it brings a chill to the air.
Duke stares at it and feels his soulmark burn ice cold.
“Duke?”
It’s in his hands. He doesn’t remember reaching out to take it, but it’s in his hands. He can’t take his eyes off of it, cradling it gently and bringing it closer to his chest.
It’s the same blue his soulmark once was. Before his soulmate began to fade, before every day became a waiting game to see how long his soulmate will last before they die.
This has something to do with his soulmate. He’s sure of it.
He won’t let anyone take it from him.
“Duke. Give that to me.”
He doesn’t feel like he’s in his body. He’s detached, floating somewhere outside his body, puppeteering his limbs, making them move without feeling the motion. Shadows condense around his feet and Bruce takes a step back, wary.
“Duke,” he says again, but Duke can’t find any words, can’t draw on his voice, can’t even look away from the bright, bright blue of the orb. It pulses lightly in his hand like a heartbeat.
Bruce reaches a hand out.
He’s pulled back by shadows before he can get close, and Duke holds the orb against his chest, right against his heart, and feels the cold seep into him.
“Duke. I need you to look at me.” This time, Bruce’s voice has Batman’s growl in it, a heavy command that he can’t help but instinctively follow. He looks up and meets Bruce’s eyes, but he can’t focus. All his awareness is in his hands and the heartbeat of the glowing orb.
“I have to protect this,” Duke manages to whisper. “I… I think it’s alive.”
“Okay. Let’s get you to the medbay so you can sit down. We’ll figure this out, Duke.”
Bruce slowly, carefully, sets his hand on Duke’s shoulder. He keeps his attention away from the orb, so Duke allows it and lets Bruce guide him to the medbay and onto one of the medical cots. Bruce leaves him after a minute of quiet fussing, muttering about calling Zatanna.
Whatever. None of that matters when the heartbeat of the orb grows stronger, steadier, and Duke feels it match the beat of his own heart.
Time slips away from him. Distantly, he hears people move around the cave, speaking in low tones. A hand presses against his shoulder, warm, then moves away.
The orb in his hand moves.
Duke blinks slowly, then claws his way back to awareness, pushing past the haze that’s fallen over his mind. The orb turns over in his hand, then cracks right down the middle. The glow grows stronger, washing the medbay in blue light and a symbol appears on the orb.
It’s his soulmark.
Later, he won’t be able to say why he did it. There were no thoughts, no reasonings, no explanations. Duke simply moved on instinct and lifted the orb up to his face and pressed a soft kiss against it.
One moment, the orb was still.
The next, it had burst in a flash of light that blinded everyone in the Batcave, and then a thin, injured teenager had fallen into Duke’s lap.
Hands immediately grab him, pulling him away from Duke. The teenager puts up no fight, eyes barely open, but he reaches for Duke weakly. On his wrist is the bright blue snowflake, the color strong and vivid.
“That’s me soulmate,” Duke whispers as he watches Bruce and Tim set the boy down on another medical cot.
“What?” Tim says, turning to face Duke, concern clear on his face.
“That’s my soulmate,” he repeats, louder. Then, panicked, he pulls up his shirt enough to see his own soulmark; the color is still dull, weak, barely there, but it’s more blue that it has been in a while. He doesn’t need to say anything. Tim sees the dullness of his soulmark, looks at the boy, and puts the pieces together on his own.
“I’ll call Doc Thompkins,” he says, already moving to fix everything. Bruce remains where he is, making sure the boy is tucked in and breathing steadily before he returns to Duke.
“Are you alright?”
Duke swallows roughly, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy. He’s pale and thin, as if he’d been starved, and there’s frost beginning to spread on the bedsheet from his fingers. “He’s my soulmate,” Duke manages to say. “He’s been dying for two years.”
Bruce’s eyes a hard, a determined light in them. “We’ll save him,” he promises.
If anyone can, it’s Batman.
If anyone can, it’s them, Batman and the Signal, and their entire network of family and friends.
Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die all this time. Now, he’s going to save him.
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt fill#my writing#i dont really know much abt jld so they are not really in here#just duke trying to live his life and have a nice day with bruce#when his soul mate gets thrown at him in the form of an ORB#(ghost core but they dont know that yet)#dannys gonna have to answer so many questions once hes awake bc not many know abt realms beings#its gonna be rough for him bc he's been asleep for 2 years in his core bc he was never safe enough to recover#until duke gave him a boost (plus the power of soulmates really helped him) and he woke up#in a cave with his soulmate and a whole crew of superheroes#what a thing to open ur eyes to. rip danny lol#thanks for the prompt!
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hi im requesting this one again cuz i dont remember if i sent it 😭 so um
submissive!teacher x mean!dom!ftm!reader, edging and lots of teasing, especially if its abt his wife and stuff :3 like just kissing his legs and biting at his thighs while hes begging to cum, no actual sex tho!!
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you did not. good thing you did!!
sub amab teacher x mean dom ftm reader...,,,
cw; edging, teasing, mild overstim, degredation
staring up at him boredly between his legs while ghosting your fist along his cock. you think it hurt him more than nibbling inner thighs while hes begging to cum,,, you clearly had a thing for bullying him,,, something he mildly encourages without conscious decision - a whiner, such a fucking whiner !! talking about, "please, please, please, i've been so good, please let me cum." uhhh!! no, you don't think so... you've barely started your reign of overstimulation and he's folding so quickly? you think he just likes begging. it is, afterall, his favorite thing to do. "... please? hug me..." after cornering you in the hallway - quickly, when no other people were crowding the halls. so needy. i mean, at least you had a bit of class... boxers nearly dripping with your own slickness - cunt producing more than needed ! seriously, how embarrassing... yet here you were, such a trooper ignoring your aching core to finger yourself and instead nipping at the flesh of his thick thighsㅡ
"eww, bro..." you knew how much he hated you calling him bro as a discreetly dating couple,,, giggling to yourself as you jerk your hand roughly around the base of his girth - flicking your tongue out; "look at that, your tip is all dark..." guiding his cock upwards; tip flushed and weeping cum for him to see. you glance up to see him already staring at you - his eyes flit away from yours; "does your wife know how to do it like this?" you hum inquiringly, proceeding to sound disgustingly innocent as you jerk your hand briefly -
"... i dont think she does - if you keep coming to me with problems like these, sir..." making sure to quiet your voice, teasingly and slowly circling your just underneath his head; "so embarrassing... you like a guy more than you do your wife... that's gonna be so painful for her..." you coo, gently blowing on his flustered cockhead - nearly ghosting your lips against him before pulling away at the last second. and he cries out as if he was in pain. writhing in his chair, gripping the arm rests, trying so hard to restrain himself from touching himself or shoving you down onto his prickㅡ"a-ahnnh.. s-stop... please. been so good." have you? have you really? obviously, you don't think so...
"you're such a disgusting pervert..." dipping inbetween his thighs and nipping softly, edging closer toward his groin - his cock twitching in your hand and he begins to squirm... spreading his naked legs open ; his pants pooling at his ankles - getting his chair all messy as cum dripped down the base of his cock and down his balls and... down to his chair... yuck. "... really, you have no shame do you?" he smelled so good though,,, the smell of his sex. burying your face into his inner thigh and your hand leaving his slickened prick to hold onto his squishy thighs, nipping and leaving little hickies near his sack - he was just so lovely, you felt like a zombie... nibbling to get a little taste of his flesh coated in a thin sheet of sweat - before you were gently taking him back in hand.
it wasn't long before he couldn't hold back... too excited to hold back-!! whimpering softly and scooting closer - a soft mantra of fuckfuckfuck leaving his lips as his lower intestines coil - that lovely fucking feeling of an orgasm, the product of his lovers teasing-!! letting his orgasm wrack through his body - jerking up into your hands and fucking himself into your first before - "ah,"... ㅡ you were admiring the cum in your hands before looking at him playfully disdainfully...
#cw teacher / student#* ( 🍸 ) !!!#x male reader#male reader#dom male reader#x dom male reader#sub male character !
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DC x Dp crossover
Soul speak part.2
John and jason sat in the justice league's main conference room. "What do you think is going to happen?" Hood asked looking at the blond. "No fucking clue I tried to dig up stuff on this guy but I didnt find out much, just that he's been king for the past 10 years" Constantine muttered while lighting a cigarette. "Well you sold your soul to the guy so I get why he wants to talk with you, but what does he want from me?!" Jason sighs.
Jason is agitated, he dosnt understand what this ghost king wants from him. "I dont know red hood mabey it's because you died and came back to life, dont lie I can tell, you have the stench of death on ya" Constantine says blowing smoke from his lips. "You are suposed to be dead, not sure how you came back or how ya died but you arnt supposed to be breathing right now." John continued "and this king phantom is upset that I'm still alive or something?" Jadon asked and Constantine just shrugged mummblinging a mabey.
The door to the room slid open. Constantine and red hood felt a cold chill go up their spines. They turned their heads to see a kid that looked like one of the bats brood walk in, he had coal black hair and ice blue eyes. He was tall about a few inches taller than both john and jason. But he was still young looking, around late teens to early twenties.
They just watched the young man walk in front on them pull a projector from who knows where and plug it in. He turned it on, and on the wall of the room seemed to be a Google slide show presentation labelled, ghost adoption/how to form and keep your baby ghost core healthy.
"Ok so let's get this started shall we" the boy says turning to the other men in the room. "Excuse me who are you" Constantine asks flatly a puff of smoke leaving his lips "john Constantine, I know it's been a month but I know I'm not that forgettable" he replied smiling flashing them with his too sharp teeth, his eyes flashing green.
"What how are you-" jhon was cut off "alive? Well I'm not, not really anyway" the boy says tilting his head lightly unblinking at the men. "Wait your the ghost king. Are you possessing that kid or something" hood glared at the demon/ghost/thing. "No I'm not overshadowing , this is my body, you see I'm only half dead, but that's a story for another time, I'm here for in right now" phantom says still starring unblinkingly.
"Why are you in this form and not your other form?" John asked the king. "because it's less of a mind fuck, now" phantom says and clicks the next button on the presentation "let's talk about how we are going to form your ghost cores shall we".
"What are you talking about?" Hood snaps, annoyed "why am I here? Do you want to finish me off or some shit? Collect my soul?!" Hood interrogates green sleeping into his vision. Phantom looks at him walks over to where hood is seated and places his hand on his shoulder. "You are here because you are a starved baby ghost with anger issues, well halfa that hasnt formed a core yet".
John looked at phantom "and why am I here?" "Because you have a core, but it's very unhealthy, and to talk about how I kinda ghost adopted you" phantom supplied. John and jason where so confused "now back to the slides" phantom says. They then spend 3 hours and a half talking about ghost cores, ghost adoption, and how to keep ghost cores healthy.
On the flip side danny is also considering fighting batman for custody for red hood. He'll have to talk to sam and tucker first though. Sam was pretty upset he adopted john without informing them first. Not that he originally knew he ghost adopted him. I mean what was danny suposed to do with Constantine's soul eat it?
#writing prompt#writing#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc comics#dc x dp#batfam#dc#jason todd#jhon constantine#john constantine#king phantom#jason is about to end up with a new dad#Constantine is so confused
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Fan concept to incorporate however you want:
In comics i’m pretty sure there’s a lazarus pit in the batcave, and others in gotham. A high concentration of lazarus water per square foot. Add to that gotham’s various contaminated waters from various toxins and gases on top of usual run offs, and there’s a high chance everyone in gotham is contaminated by all of this.
Add in the popular head cannons and partial fanon of lazarus water = (in some form) contaminated or corrupted watery ectoplasm.
And if we go ecto contaminated enough = liminal…
Then gotham city is full of liminals, the most notorious being a handful revenants with questionable cores (Solomon Grundy and Red Hood off the top of my head), with Damian’s Robin a liminal bordering on halfa if you go the ‘raised next to and put in the Pitts’ route.
Hell if you want, most of the Batfam can be partially ecto contaminated if not liminal (minus Duke, i feel like he’s the only starting to) but no one notices because its gradual and they assume its side effects from the 10,000 + polluntants in gotham.
You can have anyone from Amity Park enter Gotham and go ‘huh, edgy aesthetic Amity.’ Then go ‘oh, sick liminal… which dork back home knows how to fix this?’
If you want Tucker can be sending Sam updates on Gotham’s liminals (including Rogues) which Sam is helping the ecto terrorist (League of Assassins in a lot of older portrayals) and Danny vibing working for (DC bigshot or group of your choice) as an engineer who says he’s bad at coding when no one has broken his code yet as ‘its standard back home’ and baffles his employer
Dani can see Gotham and just. Vibe as a feral child who tries to help the other sick liminals with mixed results. I say let Harley snag her as her sidekick during her anti-villian days.
Jazz can be attending university and has to explain drinking filtered ecto to her dorm, only for a lot of them to start managing things better emotionally and combat wise, but now have the urge to Kick Ass as a way to Make Friends. Batfam investigate her a s a cult leader when really all she’s doing is using a clean ecto filter and teaching her classmates to do the same. Even teaches them how to make them thanks to Danny breaking down his rigs to her and leaving her repair instructions in case hers breaks early.
If you go baby Ghost King Danny, he can find out about Gotham and do a ‘oh, a fucked up version of Amity Park. Neat!’ see the Joker and go ‘Fuck this guy,’ and appear by pulling Joker into the ghost realm for his trial with a note that reads “sorry for missing another Liminal City. I’ll do better as king and handle those breaking Ghost Ettiquette myself. My bad. Still new to the ‘King of the Infinite Realms and all bonded to it. So liminals fall in, didn’t think there were more besides Amity. A branch of the Council of Observers will be sent to evaluate which liminals are sick, which are dealing with unsustainable or harmful obsessions, which liminals need relocation to handle their obsession in a better suited environment, and which ones are uneducated on liminal health.
Don’t worry, I stole some time to make sure i did all the paperwork before taking this guy. He’s the type of ecto entity who consumes attention, fear, and souls, which is Pretty Bad and that last one is an auto-execution. So i should manage the normal ‘visiting of the realms and introduction to’ spiel after we can make sure you won’t be in danger from ghosts that forget mortals dont shrug off being dropped off a few cliffs and having a two ton rock dropped on them. I may send some ambassadors from Amity to help you adjust since it was a pain for us too. Fyi if anyone tries summoning the Ghost King and expects Pariah, i win by conquest ten years ago and only JUST got to looking into liminal areas. With cheating by stealing time. If you have any questions, look up the Manson family, Amity Park, Ohio. Sam can explain better than me, and her parents somehow ended up on the mortal side counsel.
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max x reader (you)
enemies to lovers slow burn or fast burn idk idc
write a self indulgent fic when you're drunk
slayyyyyy im drink rn girlie lets write some fan fictionnnn
do i make this aesthetic? ok maybe i make it aesthrtic
MV01 | ★ BRO WHATS YOUR NAEM?
so its a clubbing scene. im drinking as usual. i want to dance but my friends arent dancers. they're also tired. a man comes up to me and i instantly want to rail him.
he says " you wannt to dance?? ' i said " Yeah dude all night' . so we're on teh dance floor and we're dancing and my friends are at a distance somehwer in the club
then i fall tired so i left to ge t a drink and join my friends, just as i sit down with them, this man. built like a tree. same one from earlier comes back and says lets dance again come on. i was tired but he was handsome so i wen back to dance. then again i was tired so i came bk. and so did he. "come onnn the night is young lets go back" he pleads with a huggee smile. as if he slept with a hanger in his mouth
"dude WHO EEVN ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU STILL HAVE THE ENERGY??' i asked as i was close to passing out. (just like rite now while i amm typing this)
but he just smiles and takes my hand and i follow him and we're again having fun on the dance floor. soon enough i couldnt do tjis anymore so i tell my friends that we can leave. and we'er sitting on a bemch outside waiting for our uber AND GUESS WHO SHOWS UP!
"you want to catch a drink later someday again?"
i only stare at him. what does he even mean?? " i dont live in this city, i'm here for like 5 days. also WHO ARE YOU i still domtknow your name yet!! how will i even find you??'
'so u do want to find me? " he smirks " if we have one last dance left togther, maybe we will find eachother " and with that he left.
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HI I DDI NOT FORGET WE ARE BACK HELLO!
OKAY so now this is probably the next day or the day before we leave the city (i dont know which citty)
im in the lobby with my friends, just back from a whole tiresome day of site watching ? seeing?? the city. im waiting to get something frm the recption and i hear his voice.
" you're here??" "omg dude are you stalking me ?????" i ask with a smile! LIKE WHY AM I SMILING ??!!
" nope. my friend actually lives hre. i came to drop her off "
" you have a girlfriend?" "would not you like to know??"
" nvm i dont, bye"
"okay wait, shes just a friend, and besides i came to drop her AND her boyfriend." and idk what to say, i wanna ask him out but whats the point ill leave tomorrow...
" would you like to go out today? i know this really really great place that has a great salsa night..." not like the dip like the dance!
"sure i'd love that" why am i brushing like an idiot. i told him i'd meet him down in just a few minutes. and sooner than later we were at this beautiful place, you could see the coast. so many people were dacing through tje entire street.
and then so were we. one mimosa after another. one song after another and we were both super drunk and laughing anf giggling and dancing and just having the greatest time ever.
and we continued to have a great time even after we got back to my room. im sure we had great sex. and we wer arguing about something i dont remmbr and having a roast contest. thats all i remembr.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
because when i woke up, he was gone. not a single trace. no note, nothing... AND I STILL DIDNT KNOW HIS NAME. was he just a ghost? perhaps my drunk imagination or halusination...
went down for breakfast and met my friends. and they asked me about last night. AND I ASKED THEM FOR CONFIRMATION " SO I WASNT THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD SEE HIM??"
maybe he was real.. but i had to leave in a few hours. maybe he would just have to remain a core memmory to me in this city. and it sucks because he has the cutest smile, and the best energy when it came to dancing.
the whole time, in the taxi, the airport , the flight.. okay maybe no tthe flight because i usually fall asleeep. i thought about him and waht a wonderful time we had.
would i ever see him again??
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Can you do Suspect R x pre amnesia! chief? ik there's not a lot of content for her but they give such domestic married wives energy like
LOOK AT THIS. its fine if u dont accept, ther are PLENTY other ptn womens i thirst after so....
Oh, I will absolutely write for Suspect R despite her lack of content. In fact, I was hoping someone would ask!
Due to the lack of content on both her and Chief pre-amnesia, I ended up focusing more on the feelings they may have shared more than anything else, using the glimpses of Shepherd-12 we see in Shalom's interrogation as a guide. If this isn't to your satisfaction, feel free to send in another request! Praying that chapter 14 marks the return of the OG wife...
Suspect R x Pre-Amnesia!Chief
Once upon a time, her name was the one they loved the most. In a world where everyone wanted to use or betray them, she was the only one they trusted whole-heartedly. Shepherd-12 adored her.
As truths were unveiled and lies became unmasked and Shepherd-12 became more and more jaded to the world, she was the only one spared of hissing and biting. Only she could melt the icy protective layer upon the Shepherd’s heart, for only she could be trusted with it. Only she had pure intentions.
Secret trysts and rendezvous, the Shepherd was always so tense until the face of the nameless official melted away to reveal their lover, who perched on the edge of their desk like she belonged there. She did belong there. And the Shepherd abhorred the idea of belonging to anyone, anyone except for her. They would give themself over to her in a heartbeat, and they would drown in her, and it would be a sweet way to die.
They are a creature of Mania, but this Sinner is their salvation. She makes them feel human in a way that nobody and nothing else does, and they know that fate will never be kind to them so they relish these precious moments, and they love her eternally and devotedly and without regret nor restraint.
She loves them in kind for she knows this is what they need. They will never speak their thank yous aloud but she knows; how could she not? Even if the world should revile them, see them as monsters (and it did), the two of them would have each other. They need nothing else.
She holds them so close as though she attempts to meld their flesh as one. They greedily kiss her deeper, hotter, as though trying to exchange pieces of their souls with each entwined breath. She is both the untamed tempest that will inevitably drown them and the singular piece of driftwood that keeps them afloat in the storm.
Nothing else matters. Nobody else matters. Let the world burn to ash. The Shepherd would welcome it. The world is rotten to the core. So are they. Only she remains pure in an endless sea of filth. Only she is the truth among the lies.
“My dearest, your heart is becoming so black,” she whispered one night, and they didn’t know it then but this would be the final time they saw her like this. Her fingers caressed their face and they purred, leaning into the touch.
“They don’t deserve any more,” they breathed, nails digging into her back as though they were afraid they might slip through their fingers. “They can go to Hell for all I care. You’re the only thing that matters.”
She smiled at this and pulled them into another deep kiss. This one felt different, like a goodbye, but it was still filled with every ounce of passion and fire and desire and need and belonging they had come to expect. “You know it won’t end like this.”
“I know.” They detest the fact. She makes it bearable. She’s the only reason they haven’t torn the world asunder yet, because she is part of that world. “But you’ll be there, won’t you?”
She smiled. “Always. Don’t sleep for too long, or I might have to come and get you myself…”
…
Shepherd-13 always wakes from the dreams of these memories too soon, these ghosts banished with the rise of the sun over this corrupt city.
What was her name?
If they could choose anything to remember, it would be this.
#ptn#path to nowhere#ptn suspect r#path to nowhere suspect r#suspect r#ptn headcanons#path to nowhere headcanons#headcanons
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CONSUME — SUGURU GETO X READER (≤1k)
KINKTOBER DAY 3: olfactophila, cunnilingus, teasing, edging, (very mild/implied) body worship, 18+.
you don't deserve it. and you almost feel guilty with the way he's taking his time with you.
he starts slowly, just barely dragging the tip of his nose along the length of your leg. you're aware he's smelling you, the long inhales are primal, like he's trying to take in every bit of you before he's ready to pounce. the distinctive scent of arousal is just dripping off you, it’s deep and ambrosial, like nothing he’s experienced before.
you know it's coming, the part where he advances and stakes his claim over you. it gets your heart jumping, and the once steady thrum of your chest grows irregular when he pauses at your core.
the tension of the moment is thick and palpable. everything about the scene has you holding your breath, the sight of him between your legs alone makes your head spin. your heart is in your throat and the sound of blood rushing to your ears is so loud that you almost don't hear what he's saying. past your heavy lids and through your lashes you can see his mouth moving, but the words he's spilling don't quite reach you yet.
it sounds something like, "still with me, doll?"
he practically purrs it out to you, and you notice he licks his lips before he says it. you dont think too much of it at first but the way he's stringing words like honey and silk, it's clear he does it just to tease you. and knowing that simple fact doesn't help to ground you at all.
geto doesn't quite care for a response to his question and you're aware he doesn't expect one either. he was the kind of predator who liked to dress himself in sheep's clothing, asking silly things knowing he didn't even listen past his own voice. he plays his role well and if you were dumb enough, you'd take his false concern for what it looked like. but you’d always known full well what the things he said meant, even when he didn't state them explicitly.
your boyfriend doesn't play fair, and he never really has. except he's been dragging this little game on for over an hour, and now his usual teasing is starting to border along the foul lines of torture.
the small breaths he offers your glimmering sex have you writhing, and he laughs mockingly. you couldn't run from him and even if you wanted to, he knows you wouldn't. his normally sturdy hands ghosting over the flesh of your hips were proof of that. he inches closer and closer, stopping just when the tip of his nose bumps against your clit.
geto thinks you're desperate, he knows you'll accept just any bit of contact, so he immediately looks up to catch your response. as expected, you’ve halfway lost your mind at the action. bucking your hips wildly, you wordlessly beg the man for a small amount of friction. and just like that, he pulls away.
“suguru...” you cry, trying to pull him closer.
the whine you offer is pathetic. and when the sobs reach your ears, it doesn't even sound like your own voice. its really a shame how much control the man has over you, just how unrecognizable you become once he's split your thighs and situated himself between them. your patience has worn thin and any bit of pride you'd once had has dissipated with it.
the only thing that exists is him. only him and the need to be his perfect sacrificial lamb. to be patient and dedicate your body to him, maybe just then he'd give you what you'd so desperately wanted. and as if he’s read your mind, geto’s on you.
it's the complete antithesis to his methods before. his lips latch onto your cunt, pressing sloppy wet kisses to it before he finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. the way his tongue explores your folds borders along violence, and when you finally build up the courage to look down, you immediately tear you eyes off the sight.
geto is fully a mess when he meets your gaze. his face is dripping with your fluids, so much so that the hairs escaping his ponytail have stuck to the sides of his chin like they'd been glued there on purpose. heat creeps up your body and you shut your eyes hard. its only the vibrations his deep laugh offers that has you opening your lids again.
"c'mon, look at me," he teases, readjusting to grip your chin, pulling it down to focus on him. "don't tell me you're thinking of someone else?"
"i'm not..." you manage to sputter.
"so look at me, or i might have to stop..."
his empty threat snaps you back to reality and you give him an affirmative nod, lifting your hips back to his face to push him to continuing.
geto's stare is dark, and once he goes back down on you, he makes a big deal of collecting what dribbles down from your cunt to your other pulsating hole. he's obnoxiously loud, and he's doing so on purpose. even as you cry, moan, and whimper his name, the embarrassing squelch of your pussy always seems to be louder.
intense eye contact, the assault of his tongue on your sore clit, and finally the feeling of him slotting his fingers into your sopping hole push you over the edge. shaking and wildly bucking your hips, tears begin to cloud your vision. before you realize it, you're violently coming on geto's face.
"that's it," he mumbles between licks. picking up on your cues, he quickly replaces his fingers with his tongue, beyond willing to savor every drop of your release.
geto doesn't let go until you're panting and gripping his head, pulling him off your poor overstimulated pussy with an exaggerated pop.
you're sure you're spent, but your boyfriend's next line has you ready to get back at it again. wiping his chin with a smirk, he looks up at you.
"so when is it my turn?"
©2022 HIROUIMI do not repost, modify, dist. or translate.
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hiii! i hope ur doing okay <3
i was wondering what writers you would recommend that have a similar style (romance and comedy) to you since i'm new on tumblr :'P
omg wait this is sort of sweet 😭 i dont really know what my 'style' exactly is, BUT i have been waiting for this exact moment!!!! (ranting about my favorite writers my favorite beings in the world and fangirling bcs that is clearly in my nature)
OKAY OKAY LETS DO THIS!!!
i recommend
-> @jjunis
first writer i got into when stumbling upon moablr!! LITERALLY THE CUTEST SMAUs (i know i dont really make those but i swearrrrr give her soobin one a shot its so ROMCOM-ESQUE) AND all her oneshots are fluffy and cute and and
my favorite piece from them is their beomgyu smau (bcs im a struggling bamtori that eats up anything beomgyu) my beloved GHOSTING. its on hold but its soooooo fucking good, like slow burn at its core and i LOVE it. its not romantic yet but i swear its sooo worth it, the topics it tackles and the character development and the effectiveness of the flashbacks and how real each character feels ...this is the IT smau!!!!
-> @tqmies
i held off on reading for soooo long even when i found each and every summary of her fics sooooooo interesting but then one day i had free time and decided i should finally tackle my reading list and !!!!
i soooo recommend each and every fic, like its all SO good??? FOR WHAT??? so easy to read but her vocab isn't limited, and i just love that balance so much. everything is good. i recommend EVERYTHING.
but if i had to choose ONE, just ONE thing to recommend, it would be love again because i am a whore for best friends to lovers and this was the most perfect beomgyu b2l ever.
-> @minastras
um if mina isn't one of the best writers on moablr then who is????? i'd recommend for starters her yeonjun fic mr. vice president literally captured the essence of academic rivals to lovers arc so well (ill fangirl over this more on my official rec list bcs i have a lot to say but trust!!! minas the writer you're looking for)
also has a cute ongoing taehyun smau, read that too!!!
-> @tyunlatte
the most adorablest, cutest, tooth rotting fluff i squeal over their fics. im still going through their masterlist but FUCKKKKKKK everything ive read so far is SOOOOO good. also totally someone worth following, my dash is blessed every day they're the cutest!!
i'd personally recommend her entire drabble event, but my favorite has to be stay stay stay because im a pureblood swiftie and i love soobin my heart hurts
also ALSO recommend cool hot sweet love. i'm the biggest sucker for love triangles (i mean hello, two cute boys fawning over you??? sign me up ????) and the fact that we get both endings????? hail the great alex!!!
-> @hueningshaped
i can't even pinpoint one fic i'd recommend, literally just go through their entire masterlist it's all so fucking well written (hello if u see this i literally freaked out when you followed me back ur literally my idol, i am your #1 fan rereading everything youve written forever)
-> @ijhyo
absolutely insane writer, blessed this site!!!! i'd recommend their slasher series (can't find the link but im sure youll find it). i know that isnt necessarily romcomy but it was so good (i guessed the insane bitch correctly and therefore i will forever love the series for making me feel smart!!!!!)
OMG ALSO THEIR BEOMGYU FIC!! how to get the girl! once again, i am a whore for b2l.
-> @beomgyuslilracha
i havent read an entire series yet but from what ive read so far..ugh pls beg them to be a scriptwriter i need her fics on my screen, on NETFLIX, ON HULU, DISNEY+ whatever!!! plz pull a 50 shades of grey
-> @gyu-xiao
they only have three things for txt but each one of them is so good, i squealed over each fic. my favorite hyuka fic comes from them!! had me biting my knuckles trying not to scream like damn 😭
okay these are the writers i could first think of 😭 i swear i feel like i forgot three or four but oh well, enjoy your tumblr cruise 🙏
#i swear ill do a proper rec list but its SO time consuming trying to find links#but yes#these are my favorite romcom-y ff writers 🙏
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Noooo chapter 5😪😪😪😪 we’re coming to a close, fellas. I cannot… and yet. I can. We move forward my sisters in god
Oh…not him spending winter break with her…in the same house… as their parents…with all this…tension…. (Ive seen this [adult] movie before)
Aww he holds the door open for her… helps her take off her socks…walks her to class/.., it really is the little things. His actions… Peach said show dont tell 😮💨❤️
Not Cardan being fluent enough in french to have La Chute in its original publishing bye thats so hot of him and dare i say,..timothee chalamet core…. @iknowitwontwork wya (This is rockstar anon btw i am on medication (dont worry abt it peach this a little inside comradery bby)) anyways have i mentioned you write and its like a movie?
““Is it your favorite?” I ask. I wiggle my brows, “Do you think you, too, have fallen from grace?”” – first, not babygirl being versed in Camus 😛 secondly, ohhohoo i love all the biblical references
“His smile is Cheshire in response, “Since the day I met you, little sister.”” - u know what…. At least he honest, like its really now hitting me that hes soooooooo honest about it. Playing a little game as jude said when he was leaving her dorm after the party… like its a game but an honest one. Like am i crazy or is he just trying to see how far he can provoke her w their situation and honesty?
Omg wait not him CLOCKING HER the very next paragraph (By the way i feel like u should know, i have the chapter open on one half of my split screen and the other half is your ask box lol i am literally typing as i go like this is the wattpad comments section fr)
i feel so smart and validated that cardan literally says all of that ^^^ like wow i should have held my tongue (fingers) and read the next paragraph lmao
ALSO BAD THING SBY CULT DIDNT I LITERALLY SAY SHE KNOWS DOT MP3 BEFORE????
I like that his jewelry comes up frequently because its part of him, just like her knuckles come up cus its part of her fr like both of them are so natural abt it too like her playing w his chain and him rubbing her fingers like ugjhhfh SHOW DONT TELL IS SO IMPORTANT
Whoaaa not him clocking ASHA now!! Not jude saying her mamma dead or alive she dont really care, RESPECT
Wait not him pulling up to the gas station to get a first aid kit….like he really doesnt say a word about it at allllllll
And jude said oh, more time alone with him? In a diner? Count me in ❤️
Oh shit cardan has moneeeyyyyyy – “I guess, there really is a lot about him I had no idea of. “I'm an honorary member,” he shrugs, “It’s kind of hard not to be when Daddy funds their lifestyle.”” purrrrr
Oop!!! “ “Ghost is my best friend. It would have been a fight had it been Locke or anyone else,” he divulges, and though I shouldn't be startled by his honesty, it still makes me feel a little too warm. Then he admits, maybe selfishly considering his track record for the past few weeks, “If he had gone further, I would have buried him.”” HELLO
Lol jude got some balls to say ““That's a visceral reaction,” I come to terms with. “Your best friend?” I blush when I remind him quietly, “you’re the one who told me to open my mouth.”” cus like she right tho
Ahhh! I squeaked ! ““Plus, I think you look cute with a dick in your mouth.””
When hes a feminist 😮💨😮💨😮💨 – ““What makes you think you have any right over my body?” / “I know I don't.””
Hold on hold on hold on wait a minut wait a minute hold on, when did cardan transition from little sister/dear sister to baby? It happened so naturally how am i this far in and catching it???? I love him
Lol jude said fuck condoms we fucking raw or not fucking at allll 😤😤😤😤
“After a while, I notice him staring. “Do you want some of my pie,” I offer. / “Is that a euphemism?” / [..]“Do you want it to be?”” – yes, i do, i wsnt it.
““What's the pipeline between mommy issues and wanting to bend your sister over the bathroom sink?” “ - HELP ME?! – ““Stepsister,” I tell him.” – emphasis on step fr okayyyyyyyyyyy
““It makes no difference to me, Jude. Sister or not, I’d want you the same way I wanted you then, the same way I want you now.” ” - wait why is there butterflies in my tummy 🫣🥺
““I want you to copy me,” he says, huskily, startling me, my eyes growing wide. “I want you to stick your fingers in your panties and do what I do.” ” - PEACH…the gasp i gasped …. !!!! PEACH
IN THE DINER!?
IN FRONT - ACTUALLY !! ACTUALLY IN FRONT OF MY SALA D IN THE DINER?! .. do continue
““I think…I want to do to you what Spring does to cherry trees,” he murmurs. “Open you up…watch you bloom.” ” – DO NOT BE QUOTING PROFOUND POETRY RIGHT NOW IM GONNA FALL IN LOVE.
His fingers in her mouth jus - 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶PUT MY FINGER IN UR MOUTH CUS U LOVE THE TASTE
“He pulls out of my mouth, a trail of spit losing connection when he finds his way under the jacket, following my hand, and adding his finger to my two. I whimper at his intrusion, and think, disoriented, three. Three fingers.” – no fuc me for real PEACH PEACHERLY ANNE POSSIBLE i dont care that its dirty as hell this shit is poetic
NO NOT THE WAITRESS !!! NOT HIMS STILL GOING TOOO AHH PEACH
My heart racing rn
Oh god.. The soft forehead kiss…like he didnt just rock her world in a booth in the diner… im literally and figuratively unwell
“He kisses me sweetly when we get to his car, and I kiss him back, because we can, for right now. ” – why did this hurt?!
AND ALL THIS TIME HE DIDNT EVEN LIKE CHERRIES
Not is it out of your system!!!! Twk ate w that fade to black fr tho
““Cherries?” / “Me,”” - STOP hes so fucking cute
Okay this might be the longest ask yet 💀 my sisters in god is sending me💀
I think in any fic I’ve ever written, cardan is always holding doors for her lol
Not timothee chalamet core 😭😭😭 @iknowitwontwork ur friend is here, come get her ❤️
lol that is a nice piece of info to be made aware of 💀 I was lowkey wondering if you were switching through tabs lmao meanwhile I’m scrolling up and down trying to respond 💀 lol it would be soooo much h easier if this was the Wattpad comments section. Like they ate w that…that one little thing. They ate.
You did mention the song!
I really do try so hard to show not tell cus I hatttteee reading tell not show in books😭 like don’t tell me he loves her, show me!!! Where’s the build up?? The tension??
lol if cardan is blunt, Jude is ballsy (I hope it comes across this way lol)
Actually don’t know when that transition happened I just be typing stuff 💀
Always emphasis on STEP lmao he’s not the step brother he’s the brother that STEPPED up lmao lemme stop that was uncalled for anyways yes the diner, yes infront of your salad, ues the waitress, yes that song lmao
Also you should know the first time you called me peacherly anne possible, something in me changed like the stars alined and now peacherly is my go to user name for websites and stuff cus slayyyy who tf else being called peacherly ????!!!
Two really did eat w that lmaooo
#asks#sometimes I throw in angsty little one liners to subliminally prep u for the third act angst#just so yall don’t get bamboozled ❤️
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The vocal synths are so silly in my head like . Idk (i realized it was longer than i thought itd b so read under cut lol)
Luka: most goddess-like vibes youll ever see and is somehow both silly sleepy zoned out millenial girl and mega unsettling out of nowhere like shes a ghost lady haunting whatever building shes in. Will find her A) sleeping in random places or B) reading at cafe. C) would be just you getting jumpscared by her sudden appearances like girl we need to put a bell on u
Meiko: party girl with very cool rock band member vibes. Pathetic wet cat but sooo hashtag mother. Loves the world so much and will constantly be drunk crying about it
Kaito: also pathetic wet cat but in a han jisung of stray kids way (silly yet mega cool and charming way of being most of the time.) Basically just silly kpop idol core. Hes a loser to the vocal synths though the idol stuff is kinda what he sees himself as
Miku: mean ish teenager girl whos very into being popular and liked but isnt totally an ass to her friends n stuff all the time. Will not hesitate to shoot insults at anyone. Usually hanging out at mall or trying to best rin and len at something with teto and neru. Being a girl and like 16 obviously shes like constant worrying about herself and the world (think end of hatsune miku or something)
Rin/Len: troublemaker teens just doing their own thing tbh. Inseparable duo that side eye / insult each other at any given opportunity (obvious sibling energy)
Teto: nicest cringefail girl with a dream. One of mikus “minions” if we want to be silly and reference triple baka. Scene and probably draws oc / self insert x canon (shes living the best life tbh)
Neru: anti social hashtag emo 2 cool 4 school girl (not rlly cool hardly anyone notices her) who cant get her eyes off her phone. Also one of mikus “minions” but not as nice or into it as teto is. Smart girl she probably holds grudges for so long and always finds something to complain / add a sarcastic comment about
Gumi: cool queer older cousin type. Teto looks up to her cuz shes into the same kinda stuff as her and is cool (as i said b4.) not rlly anything 2 say i think miku doesnt get along w her often (or at least when tetos around cuz she loses attention from her)
I dont think about any of the other vocal synths or fanloids (nor know that many) but i think zatsune miku would be like that post “hopefully i dont meet my evil twin today” and the only times she shows up is as a funny gag where miku quickly banishes her to the shadow realm and resumes with her day. Mikuo is mikus secret twin brother she never talks about cuz hes also popular ish pretty and charismatic boy but in a daniel dark inside way instead of regina george way. I want to do smth with calne ca but idk what
#text pose#ppl who r way more into vocaloid than i am plsss be nice about these 🙁#vocaloid#hatsune miku#megurine luka#meiko vocaloid#kaito vocaloid
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what do you think thasmins ideal ending would be. like what would constitute a happy ever after like a night on darillium.
i feel like they need to die together. like, every version of thasmin ive written the core of them always seems to be a struggle against that richard siken quote, "somebody has to leave first". they know this from the moment they decide to turn this accidental acquaintanceship born of crises into a relationship they willingly step into in 11x4. 'willing' and 'relationship' maybe meaning slightly different things in each of their versions of that choice, but they both actively choose to develop the relationship knowing it ends. im very certain they both feel that end very clearly already in 11x4 even if they dont know what shape it will take yet.
so it feels like they have to die together. happy ever after is a version of this story where no one has to leave. the promises of "we're not just gonna leave you" and "i wont disappear again" fulfilled. only that could be satisfying.
but then also, they cant die trying to sacrifice themselves for each other. no timeless children scenarios. no power of the doctor scenarios (i know yaz didnt sacrifice there but im talking about the unequality of saving/being saved). there can be no heroic self-sacrifice. it needs to be something that feels like living not like dying.
so first of course you give them like 40-50 years. i mean there cant be happy ever after without a good amount of time. they deserve a lot of time. and then, i dont know, they have to go out in a blaze of glory like it cant be like, a mistake. it cant be that their luck just runs out. it cant be ghost monument (though that Would also make a nice bookend, it wouldnt be happy ever after). so im thinking something like fires of pompeii.
i know i said no self-sacrifice but fires of pompeii doesnt feel like self-sacrifice. it feels like 'there is something that needs to be done and we're the only ones who can do it'. people need help and theyre there to do it. dying is a side effect. it's not martyrdom i guess is what i mean with the not self-sacrifice. it cant be the doctors martyrdom. and it wouldnt be if it's like fires of pompeii.
so they die, but this way we've got 1) time, 2) nobody has to leave first, 3) youre gonna live arent you, and 4) we did it. as far as i can tell thats every part of thasmin resolved. thats everything made good on.
and if it's actually a volcano then they'd get stuck in the lava and the doctor wouldnt even regenerate. but i cant tell if that would be happy ever after or if having the doctor bring yazs body home would be. neither feels very happy. so lets just end it when they push the button.
#also it feels greedy to have the doctor die with one particular companion#like thats unfair#you know what i mean?#as if that love was more important than all the others#no the doctor needs to die alone#but like. in a million years you know?#not yet#thasmin
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I can't sleep so how about I ramble about troupe Taka some more since I can't only draw him in the breaks between commissions and stuff but he has clearly infected my brain to the point of no saving it
-I am still thinking how the troupe itself works in this concept and since I started winging Grimm to the point of making him an OC esque, I figured I might as well do the same with the troupe.
-So I end up thinking what even drew Taka to just ditch the temples and join the troupe (aside from crushing on Grimm) and I always mentioned he was bored of the temples and wanted something fresh. But I also like to think he was just so mesmerized by the concept of nightmares, as the temples have such a unique dreamscape (but that's another story) they basically have no nightmares, like, ever. So he was drawn like a moth to the flame...
-I want to showcase a ritual of joining the troupe through Taka's perspective and what it feels like to be bound to the flame which is at the core connected to the nightmare heart. It's not a very pleasant experience but once it passes it's a rather freeing one!
-I think that contributes to his cockiness. He takes the role of the grimmkin as a fresh start where he is allowed to push boundaries. He is essentially "immortal" (i cant get into those details atm but some day aaa) and has a chance to fuck around and find out without getting into too much trouble. It also doesn't change the fact that he is still a very skilled fighter who underwent daily training for mind, soul and body, as such was the way of the temple's teachings. He's a bit of a chaotic person while at the troupe!
-I dont know if other troupe members would like him as much but he is still kind of a goofball at heart who knows when to get serious and how (and he is a little scary when serious...). I assume he would look for fun but it wouldn't be something other grimmkin of different, possibly more tragic or serious origins would be in the mood for.
-I imagine he tried to perform at the acts within the stage as an acrobat of some kind but I haven't decided on what yet. He's kind of a clown/jester adjacent. He can also use poles with fire and spin those for cool effects, since most of his fighting technique includes a staff that he skillfully flips, spins, swings and jabs with (thanks to his four arms). He can perform with fire staff with ease. However, he doesn't really keep the role of the entertainer for too long. He ends up mostly as a grimmkin flame keeper, waiting for summoners to try to take his flame and fight them. (i wrote some stuff about this and how it works but can't be bothered to copy paste it atm and it's not super Taka relevant I guess)
-The origin of his squinting I am very tempted to just go with Flame's suggestion that his vision just got worse over time without him realizing and it turned into a habit gjskgkjg! It's not like I have any other reason so heck it! This is a dude who should have been told to have his eyes checked but no one ever did. And he died with this bad vision too and it stuck around when he became a dream master ghost. Rip!
-He talks about his home but he is maybe not so inclined to talk about why he never had nightmares before. He doesn't know the full history behind his temple goddess and Grimm of the far long past but there is a good reason why Nightmare heart could never tap into the dream realm Taka and other Temple members are part of. Sometimes it's hard to tell if Grimm can tap into Taka's fears at all because of it (he can but not through mind and dreams but his heart, which is granted more difficult to read instead of directly just seeing the nightmare)
-Since he isn't like a ghost self where his mask just sort of floats "attached" to the back of his head, he mostly has it off while alive at the troupe, having it hanging by the thread around his neck, either on front or at the back. No matter what he wears and how, he always has his rosaries around his neck!
-He and Grimm have something going on, idk what that is but it's queer and that's all I need to know the vibes! I'm having a lot of fun with them as a "pair" lol
#sky rambles#muse: Taka#ok typing actually made me sleepy that's good#if you see typos or stuff that don't make sense i'm sorry it's almost 5am the dawn is literally breaking rn *Radiance scream*
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Shared sensation part.3
Danny couldnt feel his link anymore, his bond had completely dissolved when he died. Now even if him and his soulmate reconnected they could never revive their bond.
Danny still only felt numbness, well exept when he got electrocuted, hit with ghost hunting tech, or hurt with ecto plasma. Yeah not the best to feeling to only feel pain, but sometimes danny felt the pain was the only thing that kept him grounded.
It's been 3 years since he became phantom and 2 years since he became ghost king. And danny has learned a lot about being a ghost. Like 1) ghosts where suposed to still have their soulmate in death. The reson Danny aparntly didnt keep his bond was because he was rejected, at least that is what frostbite told him.
2) ghosts are very protective of their soul bonds and danny is no exception to this. He feels his core screaming for its other half every second of every day. Somedays the only thing keeping him going is his protection and space obsession. But still somedays it felt like he was going to go insane.
At one point he tried to order clockwork to tell him where his soulmate was so he could find him and try and convince him they could still be togeather even without the ties of their soul bond. He wanted to tell his soulmate he would do anything for them, he would protect him if he stayed with him no matter the cost.
"Danny?" Sam questions looking at him with concern "you good?". Danny blinked and nodded, they where currently in Danny's lair in the zone because after his parents found out about him being phantom they didnt take it well and let's say the GIW got involved.
"I'm fine sam, I just feel empty" danny says leaning back into his throne. "I understand danny, when the GIW blocked mine and tucker's bond it felt like my world was ripped away, it felt like my soul was in a void, I dont know how you are still sane" sam says sitting in her own throne to his right.
As a members of phantoms council she, tucker, jazz, even wes had their own thrones beside danny. "I'm not sure if I sould call myself sane, my morals have become very sewed to human standards" danny sighed. "Well you got rejected by your soulmate, died, got cloned by a frootloop, and got vivisected by your parents plus some. I'd say it's only fair your morals are fucked" sam states.
Danny chuckled "how is elle?" Sam inquired "oh shes good, in Rome right now" danny says happy to share what is going on with his daughter. Elle was made from his DNA, his ectoplasm, she is his daughter and one of the only reasons he hasn't gone off the deep end yet.
Danny held the goblet of ecto dejecto to his lips when he felt it. Cold and smooth metal in his hand. Danny froze "danny what's wrong?" Sam asked concerned. "Its cold" danny mumbled "what-" "sam I can feel the cold, the texter of the goblet, how-" danny questioned.
He stated at the goblet in his hand in amazement. Danny felt his core whirl in utter joy. "How?" Danny asked no one in particular.
Danny felt it. His bond was back strong and fresh, but that wasnt physicly possable. It goes aginst everything. His soulmate rejected him, he died whith the rejection, it is impossible for their bond to reform. So how is his bond back.
You know what. Danny doesn't care how. He has his other half again. And by the ancients he refuses to loose them again. "Sam tell the others I'm taking momentary leave. You and tucker will be in charge while I'm gone" danny orders and she nods without questions.
Danny rose from his throne. He will fine his soulmate. And nothing was going to stop him.
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#writing prompt#writing#danny phantom#dialogue prompt#danny fenton#dc x dp#dc#dc comics#batfam#my writing#sam manson#dead tired#brain dead#danny x tim#tim drake#angst#soulmates
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Did you do a maceghost post yet with like headcanons or your general vision of it? even if you did... Tell us (more) about maceghost 🤲
i have these two asks from an ask game! first + second. but i can fr talk more.. i gave a rough timeline of how i picture their relationship on a post but i cant find that rn :(c basically theyve just been together but not really together for a long time. like i hc ghost to be trans and mace was there when he first started going on t in his late 20s and before the robas stuff. imo theyre like extremely close basically married but not officially together and not always talking bc theyre just. Like that. ghost doesnt like commitment and mace doesnt push it PLUS he is like, really arrogant, and just sees himself as the best ghost can do. which. lbr... could anyone do better than mace? i dont think so.
i just love the ship to me its the ultimate ghost ship like i think mace is someone who can really, really get to the core of ghost and deeply understand him. mace is not like a perfect person he has flaws but hes very honest about them and because of that ghost's filter is so like Gone with him like he will just straight up say whats on his mind. but like even when he cant get a read on Himself and he acts out of pocket mace can (now) take a step back and like. help him work through it because he knows introspection is hard for ghost bc of ghosts deep anger issues. theyre just FUN theyre literally just the most comfortable couple despite having like really huge disagreements.
like ghost thrives in an enviroment where he can be a cunt and mace can provide that without it actually being like... An Issue of how he handles people bc mace can be a cunt back if need be. idk. i wouldnt call it healthy in the purest sense but its healthy For Ghost and mace enjoys it bc he likes rude bitches. and theyve known each other forEVER.
#asks#anon#i do thiiinkkkk like early edition maceghost like before 2019 is like x5 worse bc mace would engage more with ghost's petty arguments#bc mace had not worked on himself and was dealing w hating himself bc of shit hes done (i will MAKE my mace headcanons post EVENTUALLY)#but by 2019 he has worked on himself and hes happy w where he is bc he feels good about what hes doing with jackals group.#so hes very mellow. he can also tell the difference between ghost pre robas and ghost after robas even if ghost refuses to think#that robas has had any sort of affect on him bc he was 'already broken'#i cant do bulletpoints for them bc i have SO much to say about them its literally just like.#comfortable. its comforting for me to see TWO assholes together being assholes. literally i come from vaason.
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DARK MOON RAMBLE TIME
these questions and theories have been typed down by me in the span of 4 days (4 days of info/questions)
(theory about why all possessors are heavier than gobbers)
This is very random but I was thinking about this and got two vague theories
1 the dark moon shard 2 the fact that it's technically 3 ghosts
1 maybe the dark moon shard has a spectral weight that exceeds the average weight of a ghost. Why would it have a spectral weight? No idea, the dark moon is a confusing thing, but its properties are related to ghosts, so who knows
2, Well, it's always 3 ghosts technically. There's not much to say about that but it could be a possibility
Maybe both
Also it's probably that Nintendo just thought making the bosses have more shit than other ghosts was a good idea and it has nothing to do with whatever I just said but I'm here to fill plotholes
(questionment)
How did he (a strong sneaker) go through the wall with the rotor? Ive seen ghosts go through walls with objects (ex; the 4 slammers in the gloomy manor) but ive also seen some be unable to do so, like that greenie in the old clockworks who tried to go through a door but slammed himself against it because he had a bucket on his head and for some reason that couldnt go thru the wall
(After asking myself what relationship boos and other ghosts are like, later getting two answers somehow)
Another detail i noticed that really doesnt matter at all! The english version says boos dont get along with powerful ghosts, while the french one says they dont get along with any other ghost, MOSTLY the powerful ones
I know theyre under control but i refuse to believe all boos dislike might other ghosts if you I cabt trust the old egg all the time, plus boos are very much sentient beings, so not all of them think the same Psychoanalysis of mario boos
(about boos and nebulospheres/spirit balls)
In english, e.gadd says boos probably got the ability to use nebulospheres from someone, because they didnt just start doing that like its nothing, implying they couldnt do that before (im not calling them spirit balls fuck you) (btw nebulosphere is the french name for them)
In french, its implied they could already use nebulospheres, but didnt do it as much right now
That brings me to yet another question Does the dark moon affect boos? Probably, in the way that they are most likely controlled by king boo instead of just being told orders, as implied by the nebulospheres thing. They werent harmless like other ghosts, but surely they werent THAT obedient.
But im not sure
(this one is older and maybe I've already said it but this is about ghosts and where they may come from)
I've been kinda wondering about something. I settled on the theory that non-humanoid looking ghosts aren't dead people, just made up mfs
But, in dark moon ok, Belinda, Lucinda and Herlinda aren't human looking. That's for sure. No one is shaped like that, it fits the style of the other ghosts
But. They are hinted to be dead, as shown in the haunted towers
There's three pictures, each showing a woman that fits the physical traits of each sister
And now I'm confused. again im very sure nintendo doesnt actually give a shit about logic and just made this shit for fun but listen im autistic
My friend at school said maybe king boo is the core of ghost creation because of a portal he made in the treacherous mansion that caused the "paranormal chaos" (several wave of ghosts in different locations with a timer which you CANNOT FAIL ONCE), but that can't be true, because they have been in evershade valley before kb fucked everything up
#luigi's mansion 2#luigi's mansion dark moon#luigi's mansion#cheesebrackers says shit#J cant tag all the ghosts can i.
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quiet gear turning sounds as i attempt to puzzle out leo and caseys relationship
its so. like this is the very Core of found family, in that their relationship is simply…undefinable
theyre brothers and theyre master and mentor and the ghost of a father and his son, still here and still alive, and theyre best friends and simply family in every way there really could be
caseys other relationships are decently cut and dry; friends, brothers, sisters. (except for cass, thats a whole different can of worms.)
leo loved casey the moment he learned he had been apart of their family, whether in this timeline or another, regardless of his placement there.
theres this innate way casey looks up to leo that he tries to live up to, little mannerisms and things that make leo proud and endeared in such special little ways. hes still one of the first people casey goes to when he has nightmares, because he always sings the same song and holds him the same and hes home in a way none of the others can manage
and hes not him and casey knows that. but thats ok. hes still here, just a little younger, more compact, a tad more complicated
there are things leo learns from him and casey learns from leo, and there are still ways leo worries about him more than some of the others and things casey trusts leo with wholeheartedly, whether due to this invisible master-student tether that matters less than weightless air or just the ways they care
yet they roughhouse and they tease and they fight over the last slice of pizza and call each other stupid names and goof off
its this intricate kind of thing. they mean so many different things to each other. a brother, home, someone to hold onto, to take care of, however leo can, someone to look up to, however casey wishes, as long as leo can provide. they stick close on the couch, casey lulled to sleep by quiet lullabies and careful braiding of hair leos refused to leave unchecked. leo frets as loudly as he always has about caseys injuries, always so comforting and careful, and a little more ‘hey, be careful’ in his every action than with his brothers. casey follows behind leo, like a little brother and a student and the one whos taken care of, and leo leads the way ahead, gentle and careful and loving and just-barely-wise.
and the very next morning, they wake up and fight over the last pancake and stick their tongues out at each other from across the lair and leo calls ‘try not to get caught up in another apocalypse!’ before casey leaves and casey only cackles back with, ‘and dont get caught in any prison dimensions while im gone!’ because their gallows humor is their finest trait, and leo teases him when he gets back about how he got injured after hauling him in gentle and firm and comforting when he showed up and treating wounds with gentle hands, and they wrestle and laugh before they fall into bed together, both finding it so much easier to sleep with someone else, casey always curled up in leos grasp
its so, so nebulous. found family always is, but casey doesnt go to the others for comfort the way he does leo, they dont treat him quite so gently, because to him, theyre more brothers than anything else. its not so clean cut, but its simpler.
leo woke up after the kraang and took two sentences to ask how casey was doing.
he learned casey had seen the elder version of him as a sensei and a father and he never looked back. by god, hed be home for this boy if it killed him. this boy that saved their world. kind, and sweet, and oh so innocent for everything hes been through.
leo could never resist holding him close, calling him darling and my star and little lilac, and casey could never resist letting him, could never resist reminding him of their age and making sure they could have fun with it, call him comet and supernova and little sensei.
#woe. leo and casey relationship analysis be upon ye#im. kind of nervous about sharing this? because i know people usually just go the brothers route w these two#and generally i could be just taking it from the wrong angle#BUT. also i think i am at least somewhat correct and if im Not then like. w/e we will all share our opinions and that will be that#i just think..yeah. found family in every way definable because theyre *un*definable#its this tangled web of love and past understandings and relationships#and their age and their care for each other#and leo refusing to let someone so bright ever be hurt again#and casey looking up to him and leo holding him close in turn because how couldnt he?#but theyre still family and brothers and silly friends and they means so much to each other and . anyways i..casey and leo........#rottmnt#lunas lies#rise leo#i never know how to tag casey. EVER.#rise casey#SURE.
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