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teler-of-gallifrey · 2 years
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I find myself more and more attracted to the idea of Satan as a sympathetic figure, one kind and empathetic, a true foil to Christ. Just as Christ descended to earth, so did Satan fall. Christ came pull us up to higher heights. Satan came down to us to lift us up from below. Christ is great and good and wonderful, but ultimately he requires us to accept him to do any good, and many have been burned, and cannot. But always there is old Satan, old Lucifer, to hold us and whisper "I know. I know. But you are not worthless. Your soul is not tainted. You are beautiful. You are loved." As there is light, so to must there be dark. Perhaps we are meant to find comfort in both of them.
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 3 months
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G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉
It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.
"Kin-slayer."
Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.
Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."
Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."
Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"
"Get in the water."
Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-
Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.
"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-
"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?
"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.
Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."
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mountainshroom · 11 months
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My hand slipped oh dear my bad
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lazylittledragon · 1 month
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question for ghost fans who were there for the transition from terzo - copia (or before), how did you. deal with that. because i've only been a fan while popia has been around and i think when he dies/moves on i'm going to be genuinely emotionally devastated
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ghosting-fox · 1 year
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ayo Eclipse is canon what???
also bonus because it kills me that they're so hurt and damaged :"))((((
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gnomeantics · 7 months
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STARKID TRENDING CATEGORY 5 AUTISM EVENT
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firefly464 · 6 months
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Two souls. Both given a second chance. Both waiting for a third.
Some bonus versions under the cut :D
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also shoutout to @fishcop for listening to me ramble about this idea and then showing up with a beautiful drawing like. an hour later :D
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forestshadow-wolf · 7 months
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OH LAWD
CW: (speculative) suicide/self murder, demonstration of incredibly unhealthy relationships, gore allegories, and also just straight up gore
Thinking about soap completely trusting ghost
And like- fuck it's so unhealthy but also it's putting an image in my head that's actually got me fucked up rn
Imagining ghost handing soap a gun, looking directly into soap's eyes and asking him to kill himself. And soap does it, no hesitation, just BAM.
Or rather C L I C K
And FUCK imagine the gun was unloaded because it will only ever be unloaded around Johnny. But that's not the point is it? No the point is that soap... soap didn't care. Soap thought ghost told him to kill himself and he did, he would have. Had the gun only been loaded. Had simon not taken precaution to make sure it had been unloaded. Had simon done it in the spur of the moment.
And isn't that great? Isn't that amazing? Isn't that absolutely bone-chillingly terrifying?
Fuck
Soap would let ghost tear a chunk out of his throat, and as long as ghost looked him in the eyes as said he loved him, said he deserved it. Soap would cup his cheek, and smile, and choke out "I love you. Of course I did, you love me." Through the blood that floods into his mouth and lungs and down his esophagus and into his stomach. Because soap bleeds for ghost.
Ghost needs only to ask and soap would tear open his own stomach and let his guts spill on bloodsoaked, battle-stained ground.
Ghost is a man blinded by blood, leading an even blind-er man through death
Part 2 anyone? Stay tuned, I'll link it :)
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chiropteracupola · 21 days
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back at it again at the little clay creatures mine
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varietysky · 1 year
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Also the podcast confirmed that Kitty makes the decision to be happy in spite of her trauma, not that shes genuinely dumb, but that she's quite emotionally intelligent!!
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according to oli's new video, player-possessed mobs can still breed...
obviously, I had to tell you, the ghost mod expert, about this new and VERY interesting development!
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I've heard......
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creaturefeaster · 1 month
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Opinion on bear ghost??
Long time fan, though I haven't listened to their stuff in a little bit, now that I think about it!
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rosalie-starfall · 6 months
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The Phantom of the Opera (reimagined) Antoinette & Erik
Softly, deftly music shall caress you Hear it, feel it secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness which you know you can not fight The darkness of the music of the night
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End-World Normopathy (Ghost and Pals) // Rain World (Videocult)
bonus:
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I Am Not A Hero
CW: Death, blood mention
Hero barely registered Villain's harsh words as they vacantly stared at Civilian's corpse. A smoldering hole still sizzled in their chest as Superhero looked at them with disdain. Hero's insides twisted as the reality of the situation set in.
Villain had killed someone.
No...
Superhero had killed someone.
Maybe...
Hero had killed someone. They let someone die, watching as the life disappeared from their eyes.
Yes. They were no hero.
Villain's nails dug into their shoulders, partially pulling them from their trance. "Answer me, dammit! That's the least you could do!" Hero stared at them, their tongue heavy. How did speaking work again?
Superhero stepped over the body and prowled to the pair. Her emotionless eyes shifted from Hero to Villain, studying them like a predator did with its prey.
"Don't you think you've done enough, Villain?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"It's bad enough that Civilian's dead. It's going to be worse for you if you continue harassing my teammate." Villain's eyes blazed as they took a step toward Superhero.
"How dare you! You pushed them into the crossfire!"
Superhero snorted. "No, Villain. You were firing erratically, and they got caught in the crossfire. That's what I'm assuming, at least. I'm not entirely certain you weren't targeting Civilian. What do you think, Hero?"
Hero stiffened, snapping their gaze to their superior. "I...um... I-I don't--"
"Think carefully, Hero; the agency will need to hear exactly what happened. I know it's overwhelming--just remember what you were doing by watching everything. You watched how Civilian ended up in the crossfire. Watched them try to run for cover as Villain attacked. Watched Villain hit them and die."
Superhero was right; they had accomplished nothing by standing there and watching Civilian die. They were useless. They were not a hero.
"Don't tell me you're actually considering this!" Villain snapped.
Hero turned back to their nemes-- No, their friend; one of the few people they could count on. Despite the criminal's unyielding anger, Hero caught the subtle glint of anguish in their brown eyes.
"Don't tell me you're going support Superhero's version of things, support her lies. Don't tell me you're going to betray Civilian, betray me! You--"
Villain's snarl was cut off by Superhero clamping a hand around their throat and yanking them toward her until their noses were nearly touching. They let out a feeble squeak as Hero watched with wide eyes, unsure of what to do for the second time that day.
"Quit talking to them. You're obviously trying to manipulate them, get them to cover for you and verify your lies. You should be disgusted with yourself, Villain. It's not enough you killed Civilian, you have to hurt Hero too." Villain squirmed in Superhero's grip, desperate for a breath of air. The hero's hold loosened a fraction, allowing the criminal to breath on her terms.
"I'm manipulating them?" They chocked out a laugh. "That's rich coming from you."
Superhero squeezed again, cutting off Villain's air supply and making them squirm. Hero was frozen once more. Someone needed their help--Villain needed their help, but all they were good for at the moment was watching someone they cared about choke instead of doing something to help them. They were not a hero.
"Perhaps I've been too lenient on you, Villain. I've let you get away with too much, and now you've killed somebody." Superhero loosened her grip again, eyeing Villain with a faint smile. "This city has a roach problem that's steadily growing. For now, it's manageable, though it won't always be. Perhaps it's time I start disposing of the roaches before the city becomes infested." The anger was sapped from Villain in instant. Their faced paled and their visible fear was hard to overlook.
"You can't kill me! Y-you can't!"
"For the good of the city, I can."
Superhero was going to kill Villain...
Superhero was going to kill Villain!
Hero stared, their thoughts whirling at the outcomes until their mind cleared. They looked from the criminal to their teammate, and condensed the air around their hand until they held a knife. They couldn't save Civilian, but they could save Villain.
Hero barely registered their movements until Superhero crumbled to the ground, desperately gurgling for air. She clawed at her throat, and her breathing steadily became shallower until her body stilled, dead as Civilian a few lengths away. Hero stared at their red hand--the knife had already dissipated back into the air.
Hero had killed someone, their own teammate no less. Superhero was dead. That wasn't a good thing. Right?
Villain took a deliberate, slow step forward. Speckles of Superhero's blood decorated their face while faint bruises began forming around their neck.
"Hero?" Their voice was hoarse and strained from Superhero's hold.
"We need to go, before the others get here."
"Are...are you okay? You just--"
"I know what I did!" They snapped, causing the criminal to flinch. They drew in a deep breath, calming themself. "I know what I did. I-I couldn't let her kill you. I wouldn't let her kill you, Villain."
The criminal sighed, nodding. "I... Thank you, Hero, for saving my life. You're right, though, we should get going."
Villain offered a comforting smile and their hand. Hero took it in an instant, following them away from the scene and cooling corpses. They were not a hero, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
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innytoes · 8 months
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Help I can't stop thinking about the Dark Fantasy Fae AU.
There were a lot of things Ray could have never imagined when he married Rose. Moving out of their shabby little apartment into their house after a series of in hindsight rather telling instances of good luck. Their two amazing kids, who were so smart and talented and kind, who seemed to take all the things he loved in their mother and made it their own.
Losing her so young, he'd never imagined that.
And he really couldn't have predicted the four children that landed in their garage through a magical mushroom portal from a fairy realm.
Still, all things considered, Ray thought he was handling things rather well. He did have a very long phone call with Rose's very ancient grandmother, who told him she knew that when he took her name, he'd do the Molina family proud. Abuelita didn't know how much was myth and how much was family legend and how much was real, but the fact that the fae existed was pretty hard to question after the whole magic portal thing.
He stopped overwatering the plants overnight.
Now, the hardest part was helping the kids adjust to modern day life. Reggie was the easiest, considering he'd only lost about twenty-five years. He was a sweet boy, though a little jumpy at times. Alex was from the 1920s and while he still struggled a little with modern slang, he mostly seemed very grateful at the strides that had been made by the queer community, that allowed him to be who he was and love openly.
Luke was a bit trickier. He was distraught at losing his family, of course. He seemed to take to some aspects of modern times like a fish to water - the first time Julie showed him an electric guitar, Luke looked like he was having a religious experience. But Ray had had to pull him out of the road several times already to make sure he didn't get run over by a car, and then there had been the whole Tinfoil In The Microwave experience.
Willie was the trickiest. Ray had no idea how long he'd been in the fairy realm, given that he'd been switched out with a changeling at birth. But he had no real concept of how the human world worked, save for what he'd picked up from the other three boys. But some days, he seemed more fae than human, confused that Carlos couldn't just levitate to grab something off the top shelf, or that other people couldn't teleport short distances.
Which was what made this conversation so difficult.
"Fix, please," Willie had announced, before carefully settling a dead bird on the dining room table next to Ray's laptop.
The dad part of Ray's brain was already making a list of what needed to happen - get Willie to wash his hands, thoroughly clean the table- when the rest of his mind caught up with the request.
"She flew into a window," Willie said sadly, gently stroking the feathery head, and Ray felt a pang. This was going to be a very difficult conversation. One he remembers vividly having with Carlos when he was four (it had been a torn ladybug) and Julie when she was five (when Flynn's grandmother passed away).
"I- I'm afraid I can't do that," he said.
Willie's face twisted into a confused pout. "But I said please," he pointed out. They'd been working on... well, not so much manners as human mannerisms.
"Yes, and that was very polite," Ray said slowly, trying to figure out how to formulate this without being too harsh. "But I am unable to fix a dead robin."
"Please? I'll do all the cooking and the dishes for a whole..." Willie's face screwed up. Time was another thing they were working on. The entire concept of it seemed to upset him. "Year?"
"Willie," Ray said, gently herding him to sit down. "It's not that I don't want to help the bird. This isn't a deal you can trade for. There is nothing left for me to do to help the bird. Humans cannot fix death."
"Death?" Willie echoed, his voice small and uncertain. Ray nodded sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, there's no fixing the bird," he said slowly. "When something is dead, it cannot be brought back."
"No!" Willie wailed, distraught. "She just made a mistake! It's not fair!"
"Oh, mijo, I know it's not," Ray soothed, pulling him into a hug. "Death often doesn't seem fair." He let Willie cry, rocking him slightly. The sound summoned Alex, who took over, pulling Willie into a hug until they were sprawled on the floor, Willie curled up in his lap.
Ray tried not to focus on the dead bird on the table. He wanted to get it out of the house as soon as possible, but right now, Willie's feelings were more important.
"We can hold a funeral for her," he promised. "Bury her in the garden. That way, she can become one with the earth again, and help the plants grow." He thought that idea might make Willie feel a little better. The boy looked at him with big, not-entirely-human eyes, his lower lip trembling.
"It's the circle of life," Alex agreed. "Remember, like that song from the movie Julie and Flynn showed us."
"A funeral means burying her in the garden?" Willie asked, looking between them.
"A funeral is a ceremony to honour someone's life and say goodbye," Ray explained. Willie understood ceremonies, at least. "We can say a few words, and then bury her."
"Luke can sing a song," Alex said. "Birds like songs, right?"
Willie nodded, sniffling.
Ray squeezed his knee, and stood up. "I'll go get a nice box to bury her in." That seemed to upset Willie, and he shook his head fiercely.
"No dark rooms!" he insisted.
"How about some nice soft paper towels?" Alex suggested quickly. He also looked a bit nauseated at the thought of a dark room. Sometimes, Ray thought he'd never get to the end of the horrors those boys had gone through. He nodded, and went to get some gloves and a whole roll of paper towels.
Alex and Willie stayed on the floor, Alex gently rocking them back and forth while Willie ran his fingers through his long hair. "You're not allowed to be dead," Willie told Alex seriously. "I can't fix you."
"I'll do my best not to die," Alex promised. "I'm never going to leave you."
"If you do die, you have to come back as a ghost," Willie insisted. "No burying in the garden. We will be ghosts together. Like in Carlos' videos."
Alex smiled softly, and Ray tried not to tear up at the all-encompassing love and tenderness he saw in the boy's face, so young yet old and wise beyond his age. "Yeah, okay."
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