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starwrighter · 8 months

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Dude, get a restraining order

(Prompt) (Ao3 link)

(The results from the poll have arrived!! You have chosen unintentional Yandere Damian! )

Danny had a feeling the next several months were going to suck. Out of everyone in his school, he'd been the one picked for the whole "Transfer student," nonsense. With his reputation, you'd think he'd be the last person you'd want to show off out of state.

Regardless, Danny was chosen, and now he was on a plane headed to New Jersey Gotham. "The City of Crime" sounds like a blast and a half. All the rouges and criminals that wouldn't be his problem to deal with. It seemed like heaven in theory, but Danny knew with his luck he'd be getting mugged left, right, and center.

Pressing his face against the window, Danny allowed his mind to wander. To the portal, the friends who wouldn't be here to support him, to the ghosts who didn't want to kill him. Dani and Val were going to pick up the slack back home but that wouldn't help with the rumors no doubt going around about Phantom's disappearance. He could only hope he still had a secret identity when he got home.

Maybe if he did crime against the local vigilantes he'd get sent home early...

No, the rouges and local criminals did that on a daily basis they wouldn't crack from a little trolling. Or maybe they would? Then again, Red Hood used guns and the current Robin ran around with a real ass god-damn sword so trolling was a bad idea.

In all honesty, Robin was intimidating even with the little information he had about him. All he had were blurry, articles from various news outlets and attempted interviews with some ridiculously persistent reporter. Robin sounded more cryptic than he was! The entire concept of a teenager his age manifesting out of the shadows and chasing him with a katana would forever be his biggest concern during his stay in Gotham.

When the plane touched down Danny was left in a busy airport terminal. Vague instructions from his teachers and chatter from the employees trying to get him out onto the street as soon as possible were all he had to go off right now. Also, a brochure that he was 90% sure was all bullshit.

Gotham's air felt closer to smoke than it was anything breathable. Burning his nostrils, a scent of gas and cigarette smoke pretty much engulfed the city. It was so bad the second he took a breath, his core jolted, snapping into gear, not allowing anything to enter his lungs before it filtered. He'd never been so glad about dying until now, and never had he ever been as impressed in a population as he was now.

Danny had only been here for ten minutes or so but he'd already come to the conclusion that Gothamites were as metal as amity parkers. Wandering through the city, Danny tried to keep his face neutral. Not a smile or the slightest tell that he wasn't from here. He'd rather not get mugged before he reached his apartment. Though, maybe a fatal injury would get him sent home early.

Looking down at the map on his phone, Danny drew closer to the apartment building he'd been assigned to stay at. Supposedly, it was closer to the rich kid school he'd be temporarily attending. Why they decided it was okay for a teenager to live by himself in Gotham was a complete and total mystery. He could only hope he wouldn't die a second time during his stay.

Getting the key from the front desk was a much easier process than he'd thought It'd be. But it could never be quick enough. His suitcases were heavy!! And he was so very very tired. When he got into his apartment he tossed his suitcases onto the floor, inspecting the place he'd be staying for the next few months. It pretty good setup, a bathroom with a combined bath and shower, a tiny kitchen for cooking, and a small bedroom with a twin XL mattress. Grey sheets that Danny didn't quite trust were clean. Danny barely had the time to settle in before he was pelted with schedules, school rules, and uniform requirements.

His uniform as supplied by the school was a navy blue blazer with the school label embroidered on the pocket. A tie striped black and blue tucked into a stuffy-looking dress shirt. Overall it felt more like he was dressing up for one of Vlad's stupid Gala's than it did school.

He wasn't given any time to unpack, not a second to relax or get used to his surroundings. Nope! He was expected to pack up his school supplies and head to school right away! Seriously, not a minute before the front office was asking where he was, as if offended he didn't teleport to school the moment he touched down.

The school itself was intimidating. Twice the size of Casper High, it looked like a private school. It also looked like a school where he'd face severe bullying. Just from looking at the entrance, he could tell this building had proper equipment down to the most obscure of clubs. Kids rushed past him some looking panicked as a school bell rang while others just seemed annoyed.

He strolled leisurely through the school hall on the way to the office. There was no rush, he didn't even want to be here. What were they going to do? Send him home? Oh no, what a tragedy! Snickering under his breath, Danny scrolled through the avalanche of texts Vlad was sending him. All of them pertaining the same message of "Get your ass to school you're making me look bad!" It almost convinced him to skip but the pissed-off edge to the office lady's voice in their last phone call was enough to goad him into creeping into the office.

A face of thinly veiled annoyance rested on the desk lady's face. He could barely get a word out before a school map and schedule were shoved into his hands. A bare-bones explanation of the school rules was given along with his school ID before he was all but shouted at to get to class.

You'd think there'd be an adjusting period where they'd walk him through everything and let him get settled in at his own pace, but nope! This is Gotham! Apparently, that's not how they roll with transfer students. It's like they wanted him back in amity as much as he did.

He wasn't sure if he liked that or not...

(I don't know who want's to be tagged for this one)

#I know very little about dc #I'm playing with the character like they're barbies #For it gives my adhd ravaged brain dopamine #dp x dc #dpxdc #I might just have to read some Dc x mlb #Because they do the same school thing with Damian a lot #dcxdp #I'm not beta reading this #deadserious #deadseriousship

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heerated · 11 months

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since val's wishes are orders...

I'm wondering how good would be pussy eating and fingering >>THIS<< JAKE 🤤

this jake eating you out would be heaven sent. feeling the cold metal from his lip ring on your core as his tongue makes kitty licks on your clit. he’d pause at eating you out for a moment to stick his long fingers in, pumping in and out of you while he wears those rings.

#𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 : 🔞#𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : 🗯️#𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬.#enhypen smut #jake smut #heeseung smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut

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its-the-val-pal · 10 months

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Less is More

The harness was always the worst to remove. It involved undoing several straps to let the heavy pauldron hit the floor, then move his limbs at awkward angles in order to find the straps and.. there! The jumble of cloth and metal hit the floor of the Quicksand Inn’s room with a loud thud and jingle, allowing Zheval to finally remove his undershirt and turn to the mirror. He canted his head to the side as he studied himself, something he’d done almost nightly since.. well. Since he could remember.

His torso and limbs were a map of the stars; a myriad of cuts and blemishes and burns and bites and everything in between. A particular nasty vertical gash cleaved right through the center of his chest, and after some time Zheval had found one that mirrored it on his back. Which was the entrance wound and which was the exit, he wondered? A hand brushed over the nasty scar, soft fleshy pads of his fingers running along it as if he could somehow coax it to tell him the story of why it was there. Sometimes he thought he could. His body spoke to him. It seemed to know more about himself than he did, and not in a typical biological way. It moved out of the way of danger. A sensation told him to avoid certain alleys and places. And one.. seemed to tell him to use his money for an Inn tonight. There was something that drew him to this room. He didn’t know how or why. It was just a feeling. A yearning, deep inside the very core of his being, that told him he wanted to sleep in a room tonight with the small bit of gil he’d made. And who was he to deny the only thing in the world to know him? He all but sank into the soft mattress. How long had it been since he’d had one? He couldn’t recall, but it certainly had been ages. And the covers? And the warmth? How had he ever slept outside with amenities such as this? The Viera didn’t have time to wonder as, smitten by the life of luxury he’d found, he quickly fell into a deep slumber. Someone touched him. His eyes shot open and he leapt from the bed, hand slipping under his pillow to grab his dagger and bring it to the ready. “Who’s there!?” he questioned aloud, voice shaking, barely capable of keeping himself from screaming it. Nothing but the creaks of an old, settling establishment and the light hum of patrons below and an awkward, uncomfortable silence was there to greet him. Zheval looked down to the knife as if he hadn’t realized he’d grasped for it, the weapon held in a reverse grip with the blade pointing outward, ready to defend himself. ..When did he learn that stance?

He spent the next several minutes checking the bed, the windows, the closets; anything he could think of for sign of exit and entry. Everything was locked up tight. Not a single sign that someone had been in the room existed. Was he losing his mind? Another cursory glance over his shoulder

If he hadn’t paid for the room, he likely would have taken off for the night. Instead, Zheval opted, instead, to sleep on the floor. He wanted no part of the bed for fear of whatever happened causing him problems once more. The wood was hard and cold against his flesh, but it still wasn’t any worse than the ground outside. At least was was warm, right? Again, he drifted off to sleep. Val.. I’m cold..

Those blue and gold eyes shot open immediately. He, true to his Viera nature, would have hopped to his feet if it wasn’t for the sudden pain in his head. The shaking in his limbs. The visions. He was in a fight. But it wasn’t to the death. It was... fun? Entertaining? A tournament?

He saw himself jump into a blade--surely a killing blow--just to deliver a knockout of his own.

He saw the blue of the sky above. Felt the life slowly draining from his body. He was grinning.

Then he saw her. The sun blotted out her features. He couldn’t make out who or what it was. There came that sudden, familiar scent of vanilla and.. was it an angel? No. No such thing.

Princess..

Zheval gathered hold of himself as the seizure finally settled. The last of the convulsions slowly swept through his body and faded, and soon he found himself slowly regaining control of his limbs. The back of his hand came up to wipe the spittle from his lip as the realization hit him: he’d been here. The touch he felt was her welcoming him to bed. He’d slept on the floor that night for fear of.. what? Overstepping his boundaries? Was he her guardian? Was she his? Question after question continued to flood his mind as the same, pained sensation began to enter his head. He fled before it could. Outside of Ul’dah in Central Thanalan, the Viera found himself huddled up on the ground beneath the bridge. It was cold and dirty, arms wrapped about himself as he shivered in silence, gentle tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know who that was. He didn’t know why he felt the way he did. But he did know that he hurt. And he knew that he was suddenly very well aware of the ring that rest against his chest, threatening to bore a hole into his very being. It would take a while, but eventually the gentle sounds of the nearby stream would help lull the sobbing Viera to sleep.

#FFXIV #Val Nunh #Val Covington #Zheval Selvik #Balmung rp #balmung #ffxiv rp #ffxiv art #ffxiv wol #rp post #ffxiv oc

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Give me: dadsolas and Jack Harper Must Die 👀

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dadsolas

dadsolas is just kinda the placeholder title in gdocs for a little piece i'm drabbling out, it's sort of a soft quiet meditative piece with desolas hanging out on the porch swing at his and valis's new house in otoris shortly after they've moved in (so around 2172; by the time of exdiff in 2183+ they're pretty well settled into it) at sunset with his (at the time) youngest child, baby galenia, sleeping on his belly. i say "meditative" cause it's mostly des just lying quietly and observing the world around him and thinking about what brought him there and how things have changed from How They Used To Be before they moved and the chaos of shanxi and its immediate aftermath. i'm kinda using it as stress relief, work's stressful don't panic just sit here on the porch with big brother contemplating life and cooing over the baby it's all gonna be okay

quick snippet, for funsies:

The new house out on the prairie took some getting used to. It was bigger than their flat in Cipritine, big and sprawling and all one floor to hug the ground tight and keep itself safe from the wind's foul tempers. Desolas couldn't hear what everyone else was doing anymore, not unless they were all close together. He couldn't fall asleep to the drone of traffic outside, or wake up to the upstairs neighbors doing their morning PT. When he looked out the kitchen window, all he saw was a sea of plant life stretching from the edge of the garden to the line of trees a good two-minute sprint away. They'd had to finally break down and get an SUV to get around instead of walking everywhere. If they needed to get to base, it was a hefty drive away, and he'd told his superiors they were better off sending a hover for him. It was too spacious, too isolated, too quiet.

The sunset was nice, though, he supposed. And the porch swing. Val had been right about the porch swing.

The kids liked having a backyard, too, and he did like seeing them chase each other around and investigate all the plants and local animals that lived in or wandered across their new stomping grounds. The last owners had been an older couple who kept to their garden and didn't do much else, and Valis was happy with keeping it that way, and the local conservation laws were pretty stern anyway, so they had all kinds of things roaming around that he'd only gotten to see in pictures when he was Taniria's age. It was good for their lungs, Valis had reminded him, and their growing bodies. Turian kids needed to run and leap and play-hunt at their leisure, and it was better for them to do it in their natural environment.

He inhaled, long and slow, letting the warm summer dusk fill his lungs with evening blooms and nocturnal prey. No eezo-burn of skycars, no mingling gunsmoke-blood of strangers he couldn't see. Fresh air wasn't so bad, really. Maybe he'd missed that, in all the years since he'd been away from home Ifura remote bases.

Jack Harper Must Die

jhmd is the final major story installment of my big no-reapers au exponential differentiation! without spoiling too much, because the twist in the itlog climax is very sexy of me and i have to keep some secrets, two years have passed since the end of in the land of giants, and the galaxy is on the brink of war. the hegemony and the alliance are at each other's throats, the galaxy is reeling from [REDACTED], interspecies cooperation is at an all-time low, and in the middle of it all is cerberus, stirring shit up and causing problems on purpose. the illusive man, now the sole leader of the organization after the deaths of ben hislop in 2183 and eva core in 2184, has thrown off the mask of benevolence and slammed the pedal to the metal on the bus to crazytown. matteo shepard has spent the time chasing leads and solving problems around the galaxy as a full spectre in their own right (with the help of jack nought and a couple other friends they pick up as they go, of course).

and just as tensions are spiking ever-higher, with word of human colonies rallying to cerberus's banner and fighting back against their alliance governance (and whispers of the alliance turning to outside sources for help suppressing them, including the much-feared turian hastatim, only further fanning the flames), the leader of charon squad, cerberus's elite squad of human experiments that attacked eden prime in 2183 and [REDACTED] in 2184, is ready to talk - but only to shepard. but when shepard arrives to hear what viktoriya has to say, they learn she's disappeared instead, taking their best possible lead for finding jack harper once and for all with her.

so off they go to finish things, one way or another. their team is splintered and needs to be reunited: garrus is a stay-at-home dad to twins with ambassador rennis and reluctant to leave, saren is retired, nihlus is in a remote outpost in terminus caring for his injured mother, morinth is... somewhere, and so on and so forth. following a hunch from their last interaction with viktoriya, shepard seeks the arterius brothers out on palaven, only to find desolas has been deployed on a top-secret mission and promoted valis to brigadier general in his wake to prevent her from following. so they follow the trail: find desolas to find viktoriya to find harper. along the way, they make new friends (like rising star james vega) and recruit old (avitus wasn't going to let his best friends have all the fun without him), and puzzle out exactly what harper's grand master plan is - and learn hidden secrets about the history of the galaxy they never anticipated.

the whole thing is building towards the grand dramatic final confrontation between harper and desolas, finally resolving their conflict from shanxi one way or another. neither is the same man they were 29 years ago, but in different ways: desolas has calmed and settled with time and distance (and lots of therapy), where harper has grown bitter and hateful. desolas made the choice and active effort to move on and be the better man valis wanted him to be, while harper has let himself dwell on the past and obsess over it. the last of the secrets around what happened at shanxi come out whether they like it or not; it's a clash of titans, and when the dust clears, the face of the galaxy will be changed forever.

#press conference #commander-krios

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anarchyinplasma · 3 months

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Playlist Tags

Rules: Shuffle your repeat playlist 10 times and tag 10 people. Tagged by @defira85

I don't have ten people to tag but uh. Here's ten songs!

Guillotine Dreams - KiNG MALA It's a Durge song this one. It's very Val for how she's trapped inside her own head, that urge to slice up people constantly sitting on the back of her ruined/replaced eye. KiNG MALA is also a very special artist to me as her songs tend to deal with depression, imposter syndrome, insecurity and queer themes. Unsurprisingly I strongly relate to all of those.

Praise You - Fatboy Slim It's a classic and while it's not really my normal kind of music, it's a good beat to pick myself up to. Used to be on my scrim playlist as a pre-game vibe for officials. It gets me in that headspace (true or not) of when I'm bad I'm good and when I'm good I'm untouchable. The downside is the emotional crash but shhh we don't have to deal with Jenny's Personal Total Perspective Vortex right now.

Rain - The Cult It's one of several DOZEN SoVenj songs. This is also my main kind of non-ship music. Overdriven guitars and solid rock & roll. For Mara and Petra, this is Petra in her lonely years. When even her up-vibe songs carry that essential core of her missing something. This is also an EiMIko song for opposite reasons. For Miko and Ei both it's a lot more literal. You're married to a storm goddess, rain is always a reason to celebrate. I'm not married to a storm goddess (alas) but rain and storms always make me feel good.

The Unseen Ones - Darren Korn, Masahiro Aoki, Daisuke Kirosawa (from Hades)

It's a killer track, it's exactly my style, it's useful for fight scenes, it's in a lot of playlists. Recently used for Val in the battle for Moonrise but works just as well for Ei at full power or anything from RWBY. Again this is one I just listen to even when I'm not writing. I have music (or Critical Role/a youtube video) on almost 24/7.

Big Metal Shoe - Jeff Williams, Casey Lee Williams, Lamar Hall (from RWBY) Jeff Williams is the guitarist with the single greatest influence over me as a musician. This man single-handedly shaped my soundstage as a player and a listener and his guitar tone sings to me like few others do (Slash, Brian May, John Norum, Bernie Marsden being my other greats). I just listen to this one on repeat a lot. The ending cadence layering vocals on that guitar just works for me like very very few other things go.

Pretty Mary Sunlight - Earl Cliffton I first heard this song at about 6 years old watching ancient Scooby Doo cartoons at my grandparents house and it's a very formative earworm. While nowadays my tastes in country trend a lot darker, (almost exclusively to the Dark Country subgenre) It's nice, bright, upbeat, and I always sing to it.

Ghost Myself - DIAMANTE It's a trans song that also works for Val! I love Diamante as a musician and as a style icon for me personally. The cover art for the single version of Bite Your Kiss is still my endgame transition look. For Val, this is again about fighting with the Urge. Lots of resigned self-loathing but laced with fire, this is Val on the cusp of accepting that she will almost always be a killer. She doesn't want to be herself anymore, but she's on a rapid journey and can't really afford to be catatonic while she processes her emotions, just ends up burying her blade in cultists and washing her sins away in the blood of a deathgod.

I'm Just Ken - Ryan Gosling (from the Barbie movie) I haven't actually SEEN the movie and there's not MUCH deeper meaning behind this one. It's just a really good song with plenty of the guitar tone that really speaks to me specifically. Those high strings sing. This was a song for writing Era and Aayren, as it SORT of works for Aayren, but mostly I just like it. It's good music.

Ava of Death - Eleine This list is UNFAIRLY influenced by the fact that the last fic I wrote was Dark Urge related, but aside from the fact that this OBVIOUSLY works for Val, it's also a song relating to my next novel. Shares a name with one of the main leads, and as a happy coincidence the full title also relates to part of her path throughout the book. The lyrics are definately more Val related. She's a Death Knight, of course they do. Aside from that, it's just music that I like. Almost all my ship songs are gleaned from genre playlists when I'm in a specific mood.

Going to War - Pagan Fury It's metal, it's norse themed, it's my Aasimar from my regular campaign. Tariya is from a frozen northern region and the progeny of a stormgod. She is all about war and battle and honour. It's all thunder and lightning so this song is just my vibe on every day even if we discount Tariya. It's also very Ei on an introspective battle day, she brings rain and lightning to a battlefield of mortals and strides in on a carpet of thunder like the melodramatic lesbian diety she is. It also has my favourite kind of guitar, which is just another reason to like it. It's PROBABLY in my Val playlist too, but there's no meaning there.

Ten songs is too little, I love talking about music too much. I'll do this for ten more songs if anyone wants.

The fact that Raphael's Final Act was song number twelve, right after a Carribean rap that I associate entirely with fighter pilots because of one VERY brief meme phase while I was writing a fic about lesbian Top Gun is pretty telling about my music taste. That was followed up by Sauvée as sung at the end of Faust too, which I adore as it is my favourite opera.

#jenny's random thoughts #jenny does an ask #music #tagging game #tag game #this was fun #Spotify

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metalindex-hu · 2 years

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Türböwitch – Interjú KK-val és Zs-vel / Wacken Battle, és ami még több

Türböwitch – Interjú KK-val és Zs-vel / Wacken Battle, és ami még több - https://metalindex.hu/2022/06/30/turbowitch-interju-kk-val-es-zs-vel-wacken-battle-es-ami-meg-tobb/ -

Tematikus cikksorozatunk egy lendületes és némiképp polgárpukkasztó, igazi őserejű fővárosi thrash/core/punk zenekar, a Türböwitch nevű banda Wacken Metal Battle Hungary 2022 apropóján foglalkozik a csapattal. A 2022. július 12-i rendezvényen a 10-es döntőben középidőben játszottak, és igazán megragadták mind a nézők, min a zsűri figyelmét. Ennek a cikksorozatnak több írásában is említe(tte)m, hogy tőlem akár 10-es befutó is lehetett volna, de legalábbis mind a 10 zenekar esélyesnek tűnt a számomra a tehetségkutató döntőjében, annak indulásakor. Láttam, volt, aki hasonlóan gondolta, mert egy másik csapat pólójában a Türöwitch-re nyomta az este leggyorsabb moshpitjét. Igaz ő meg kissé elfáradt már kora estére.

A 2016-ban indult csapat két barát, Kommandante Klit gitáros és Zslöd énekes ötlete volt. Korukat tekintve a saját időszámításukat megelőző old school, ’80-as évek beli metal hagyományok iránt vonzódva szerveztek egy zabolátlan ötösfogatot, amolyan zenekart. Már a következő évben, 2017-ben megjelentették első demojukat a beszédes Napalm to Posers címmel. A kiadvány koncertezett felturbózott kazetta-változatáról, mint ahogy azóta a csapat számos újabb életjeléről a Fémforgács is rendre hírt adott. Jegyezzük meg, hogy itt a koncerten is előadott címadó nóta meglehetősen önazonos képet fest a csapatról. Eredő hatásaik között említik a Bathory, Celtic Frost, Exodus, Sodom, Slayer, Motörhead és Venom csapatokat, ami már eleve némi káoszt sejtet, gondolván a már első lemezén mesteri Celtic-re, összevetve a kegytelenül bárdolatlan, mégis elementáris erejű korai Sodommal, vagy a szinte félre- és lehangolt heavy metalt játszó, iskolateremtő Venommal. Nekem azonban leginkább egy fésületlen és mégis szórakoztató, cséphadaró Tankard képét festették a reflektorok és az erősen punkos (komló)ízű német thrashbe vegyülő, a számomra az At War with Satan-ről azért már ismert bádogosműhely hangzású riffek. A dallamok és a felvarratósokkal teli szakadtas farmerek többünket is odacsábítottak a színpadhoz.

A deszkákon taroló csapat felállása a korábbi dobosukkal, most kisegítő basszerrel: x y z k q p

A műsor szórakoztató és meglehetősen egységes volt. Innen indulunk a Türböwitch alaposabb megismerésében. A Fémforgács kérdéseire a két alapító válaszolt.

Rövid történetetek dacára meglehetősen aktívan szerepeltek a különböző koncerthelyszíneken. Feltételezem, az előző két-három év egy szenvedés volt a számotokra a lezárások miatt, az éppen beinduló bandával!

Kommandante Klit: Szerintem nem volt szenvedés, mivel tudtunk foglalkozni a második albumunkkal, ami remélhetőleg nemsokára meg is jelenik. Természetesen az élő bulik hiányoztak, de ennek a két évnek is legalább ennyi értelme volt.

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Zslöd: Szeretünk fellépni és jól érezni magunkat, így nyilvánvalóan komoly kihívásokat jelentett ez az időszak. De ezzel, úgy gondolom, nem vagyunk egyedül. A lényeg, hogy hasznosan tudtuk tölteni az időt. Közben egy dobos cserére is rákényszerültünk, de erősebben tértünk vissza, mint valaha.

Kérlek, mutassátok be a zenekart, honnan érkeztetek – mármint milyen zenei érdeklődés felől és milyen hangszeres tudással vágtatok a zenekar alapításhoz, majd már rá egy évre az első demohoz? Mint a Sodom, – akik helyett, mint tudjuk még, az első LP-jükön is számos más zenész játszott -, vagy mint a Celtic Frost zenészei?

KK: Én mindent is hallgatok akár metalon kívül is, de természetesen, ami a szívemhez legközelebb áll az a ’80-as évek thrash, speed, heavy metalja. Na meg a punk! Igazából ezek a műfajok hatottak legjobban a Türbőre. Én már ez előtt is megfordultam több zenekarban, maga a hangszeres tudás igazából innen származott, előtte autodidakta módon tanultam, könyvekből, netről stb.

Zs: Háh, az első demo-t totál széttintázva a Harsányiék lakásán vettük fel, ketten durván másfél nap alatt, tokkal-vonóval. A vokálokat meg egy telefonba énekeltem fel a fürdőszobában, így inkább a korai Bathory-párhuzam lehet a legtalálóbb. Persze, akkoriban egyikünk sem vette ezt túl komolyan, nem is igazán gondoltunk bele, hogy hoszabb távon ennek bármi folytatása is lehetne. Mindketten évek óta aktívan zenéltünk más formációkban már akkor is, ez afféle rekreációs jellegű trógerségnek indult.

A színpadról az jön le, hogy egy baráti társaság verődött össze azonos érdeklődéssel és közel azonos céllal: elsősorban jól érezni magatokat a zenétekkel.

KK: Nem tévedsz, ez pontosan így van. Amikor megcsináltuk a demot Zslöddel, és elkezdtünk tagokat keresni, hogy valami zenekar legyen ebből az egészből, nem volt kérdés, hogy a barátainkkal akarjuk ezt a rettenetet a világra szabadítani.

Zs: Én úgy gondolom, hogy elsősorban régi barátok vagyunk, másodsorban zenekar. Talán emiatt sem jellemzőek a gyakori tagcserék, bár két dobost már elfogyasztottunk. De velük is, a mai napig jó a viszony, a kiterjesztett „család” részei. A Barba Negraban például pont az első dobosunk, D-Pete ugrott be hozzánk, ezúttal basszgitáron, ami amúgy az eredeti hangszere.

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Benne van a terveitekben a metal-világhír is?

H.Zsolt: Persze! Világuralom, ingyen sör, végtelen kokain stb. – itt, most megtörtjük a sort.

Zs: Komolyra fordítva a szót, nem gondolnám, hogy célravezető ilyen magas elvárásokat támasztani 2022-ben bármilyen zenei entitással szemben. Egy olyan rétegműfaj esetében pedig, mint amit mi képviselünk, ez különösen igaz. Keressük a következő, reálisan elérhető célt: építkezünk fokozatosan, aztán meglátjuk, meddig tudunk elmenni. Elcsépelt szar klisé, de tényleg az utazás a lényeg, nem a végcél.

Elég gyorsan haladtok a demokkal, kiadványokkal Valahol azt olvastam, hogy vágyatok egy valódi 33 1/3-os LP is. Látjátok már mikor jön el ez a pillanat? (Jöjjön hát a felsorolás azoknak aki most lesznek fanatikusok:)

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KK: Nem tudom, hogy hol olvastad, de persze, nagyon fasza lenne! Jelenjen meg a második LP-nk és remélhetőleg azzal együtt lesz erre is lehetőségünk lesz!

Zs: Ma már azt gondolom megfontoltabbak vagyunk a tempóval. Tény, hogy az első 2-3 évben sikerült a világra szabadítani egy demót, egy nagylemezt, egy EP-t és egy élő kiadványt is. De azóta csak a tavaly elkészült, egyelőre még megjelenés előtt álló második (Fullmoon Liquorthropy című) nagylemezt fejeztük be, szóval a mennyiség helyett inkább a minőség élvez már prioritást. Persze, lehet mindig vágyni mindenféle kiadványra, de egyelőre a realitás az, hogy egy éve nem találunk kiadót. Amíg ez a helyzet fennáll, nincs is értelme további terveket szövögetni.

Tehát, kiadók figyelem! – teszem hozzá itt, mert a Türböwitch már nem zsákkbamacska. Olyannyira, hogy erre más is felfigyelt.

Mondhatnánk, hogy természetesen jelentetek meg (ezt a Wacken-zsűri egyik tagja is kiemelte), a felvarratósokkal, jelvényekkel. Ez egyfelől igaz, másrészt ugyanakkora odafigyelést igényel, mint másoknak a smink. Annak idején engem is zavart, ha a jelvényem, kitűzőm fityegett, megvolt a helye a famerkabátomon. Cimboráim is jól megkomponálva viselték a felvarrósokat – egyszóval megvan ennek a rendje. Gondolom, ti is odacsapnátok, ha valaki megtépázná az egyik stickereteket…. Ezzel a jellegzetes, szerintem ötletes régisulis zenével, az imázzsal és ars poetica dalotokkal, a Napalm to Posers-szel, szerintetek ez nem egyfajta póz is egyben?

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KK: Én amúgy is ilyen cuccokban járok kb. mindenhova, nem csak a színpadon hordom. Ez a stílus nekem hozzá tartozik az egész életvitelemhez, így én nem érzem úgy, hogy a színpadon pózerkednék. Ha csak ott hordanám ezeket a ruhákat és közöm nem lenne az egészhez, és mondjuk csak azért tolnám ezt a zenét, mert erre van most igény, meg ez a „menő”, akkor jöhet a napalm! – Mellesleg az egész mellényt a kosz tartja egyben, illetve koncerteken szokásom leszaggatni felvarróimat, (kitűzőket ezért nem is hordok már) de egy rendes pitben ez simán belefér. Csomó felvarróm van, ami már nincs rendesen oda „heggesztve” a mellényre, de ez van. Majd, ha teljesen leszakadt akkor újra felvarrom!

Zs: Én, ha lejövök a színpadról, legfeljebb praktikai okokból öltözöm át, és ugyanazt gondolom a dolgokról „civilben” is, mint amit odafent látsz és hallasz. Semmilyen kreatív döntést, a zenétől kezdve a szövegeken át a vizuális megoldásokig nem abban a szellemiségben hozunk meg, hogy bárkinek megfelelni akarjunk. Ahogy tőled is elhangzott, minden természetesen, organikusan történik és ezt soha nem is csinálnánk másképpen.

Amennyiben az attitűdötök egy lázadás is a stílus (de akár a szélesebb és általánosabb heavy metal, vagy rockzene) teljes mellőzése miatt, azt nagyon is jól értem. Milyen érzés volt hát egy olyan színpadon játszani most, ahol mindenki élő zenével versenyzett… ráadásul a megmérettetés tétje a legnagyobb metal fesztiválra kijutás maga?

KK: Én személy szerint úgy voltam vele, hogy adjunk ennek egy esélyt, ki tudja mi lesz. Bárhogy is fog alakulni a verseny, legalább toltunk egy fasza bulit, meg páran megismernek minket és ennyi. Na meg végre az, hogy megint nagyobb színpadon lesz lehetőségünk játszani, ahol tudok rendesen mozogni, már hiányzott.

Zs: Nem igazán gondolkodjuk túl az ilyesmit. Mindig ugyanaz a terv: felmenni, és megpróbálni a legjobb tudásod szerint lenyomni a műsort, a lehető legtöbb energiát felszabadítani. Minden más már nem rajtad múlik, úgyhogy teljesen felesleges extra nyomást gyakorolnod saját magadra. Ilyen szempontból ez sem volt más, mint bármilyen koncert, csak a setlist volt rövidebb.

Szerintetek nem a halála a zenénknek a népszerűség (merthogy ez már kétszer is megtörtént a rockkal-metallal ~40 év alatt)? Hol a határa annak, amivel ti elégedettek lennétek, de még mindig szubkultúrának érzitek?

KK: Na ez egy nagyon fasza kérdés! Valamilyen egyensúlyt kell szerintem itt találni. Van egy csomó személyes kedvenc zenekarom pl. Midnight, Evil Invaders, vagy akár a régiek közül egy Exodus, Sodom akik a legnagyobb helyeket is meg tudják tölteni, de mégis a szubkultöra részei, nem vitte el őket ez a mainsteam vonal, ami tök jó. Szóval szerintem nem a halála a zenének a népszerűség, csak okosan kell csinálni. [szubkultöra: ezt az ö-hangot/betűt egészen freudi módon kaptuk a Türböwitch-től, ezért itt a helye! Ráadásul nagyon elmés, nekem is tetsző két gondolatot olvasunk! – szer.]

Zs: A zene halála nem a népszerűség, hanem az, ha a körítés fontosabbá válik, mint a lényegi tartalom. A gyakorlat persze azt mutatja, van a kettő között összefüggés, de létezik ellenpélda is bőven, ahogy Harsányi kolléga is említette.

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Jól éreztétek magatokat a Wacken Metal Battle színpadán?

KK: Én nagyon szeretek nagyobb színpadokon fellépni, mivel tudok rohangálni, vagy amennyire a helyzet engedi pl. közönséghez lemenni stb. Kurva jól éreztük magunkat szerintem ezt mindenki nevében mondhatom, illetve nagyon jó olyan színpadmesterekkel és hangosokkal dolgozni, akik értik a dolgukat. Gyorsan tudtunk végezni a beállással, én hallottam mindent amire szükségem volt. Kisebb klubokban, ugye ezeket nehezebb megcsinálni, akár csak a technika hiánya miatt. Természetesen ez nem negatívum, ezeknek a buliknak is meg van a hatása, szívesen játszunk mi mindenhol.

Zs: Én személy szerint nem mindig hallottam magamat és a többieket tökéletesen, ilyenkor sokat kivesz az emberből, hogy fejben követnie kell az eseményeket ahelyett, hogy a hangulat megélésére koncentráljon, de van már ebben tapasztalatunk bőven. Az pedig elég nyilvánvaló, hogy sokkal kényelmesebb ekkora színpadokon játszani, mint egymást kerülgetni kettő raklapon.

A 20-25 perces műsor ugyanaz volt, amivel a verseny megnyerése esetén felléptetek volna a Wacken Battle-n odakint? Azaz, törekedtetek arra, hogy a legütősebb 20 porcet adjátok elő?

KK: Persze hogy! De igazából bármennyi idő van játszani, mindig arra törekszünk, hogy egy olyan műsorral álljunk fel ami letépi az arcokat! [nevetés]

Zs: Ez a set szerintem átadta a zenénk kvintesszenciáját: gyors, pörgős, kíméletlen, de ott van benne a beleszarós punk és rock ‘n’ roll attitűd is.

Igen, erre gondoltam… Gyakran koncertező zenekarként nehéz volt ezt a 20-25 percet megterveznetek, a dalokat kiválasztanotok?

KK: Annyira nem volt nehéz, igazából 1-2 szám volt, amin gondolkoztunk, hogy hova lehetne beszűrni, vagy mivel lehetne cserélni, de én úgy érzem, hogy ez a set úgy volt jó ahogy volt. [leleményeseknek ismét egy freudi ékezetes hang! Még mondja valaki, hogy ezek a srácok nem önazonosak! – szer.]

Zs: Volt némi fejvakargatás, de semmi komolyabb dilemma. Elég magától értetődő volt, hogy miket és milyen sorrendben érdemes elővenni egy ilyen helyzetben, és ahogy láthattad elég jól is működött, most sem állítanám össze másként.

Köztudott, hogy pl. egy Maiden-koncert színpadias műsora is napról napra pontosan ugyanaz egy turnén, mert mindenkinek ugyanazt a jót kell kapnia. Ti, a győzelem reményében erre figyelve adtátok elő most a műsort? Egyszerre tűnt úgy, hogy nektek „minden mindegy”, amolyan hanyagul játszotok, eközben mégis, igyekeztetek odafigyelni, hogy a közönség hergelése, a lendületes rúgások, a nyelvnyújtogató vicsorgások elérjék a célt: a közönség és a zsűri megnyerését.

KK: Ami a színpadon történik az nincs előre tervezve, zsigerből jön minden. Figyelünk arra, amit játszunk, hogy ne egy totális káosz legyen az egész zeneileg, de sosem stresszeljük ezt túl. Ha becsúszik pár hiba kit érdekel, ha jó a buli?

Zs: A hideg profizmus önmagában semmit nem ér, ha az energiák nem kezdenek el mindkét irányba áramlani a közönség és a színpad között. Ez egy öngerjesztő folyamat, ha odalent mindenki megőrül, minket is jobban elfog a lendület, és ez így működik fordítva is. Ha nem élvezed a saját zenédet, ha az emberek azt látják, hogy fejben épp azon elmélkedhetsz, otthon elzártad-e a gázt, az nem igazán segít a légkör megteremtésében. Egyébként a Maiden egy tökéletes példa a korábbi kérdésre a népszerűség és minőség közti összefüggésről. Őket aztán tényleg nem lehet azzal megvádolni, hogy underground lennének, mégsem érzed úgy ennyi év után sem, hogy csak egy jó vizuális elemekkel felturbózott haknit látsz. Hetven felé közeledve is olyan formában vannak (élőben legalábbis) amivel fele ennyi idős embereket simán megszégyenítenek, beleadják a műsorba a maximumot minden este, és szemmel láthatóan még mindig totálisan élik, amit csinálnak.

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Minden elmondott mellett és ellenére, az intenzitásotokat látva biztos vagyok abban, hogy nyerni érkeztetek. És így, a vidám fotók ellenére feltételezem, hogy éreztetek valamit csalódást. Eltelt már néhány nap, így tudjátok a helyén értékelni a fellépést. Mit tanultatok, mennyire volt hasznos a Türböwitch további élete, a jövője számára? Ezúttal mit tesztek a farmerkabát zsebébe?

KK: Csalódást? Basszameg harmadikok lettünk, ez zseniális! Én még mindig nem tudom elhinni! Én annyit tanultam, hogy kurva gyorsan be kell szereznem egy vezetéknélküli rendszert ismételten (az előző feladta), mert nem jó kábellel rohangálni.

Óh, igen, ezt el is feledtem megemlíteni, óriási volt, én azt azt hittem, a show része!

KK folytatja: Ha azt nézzük mennyire volt hasznos: szerintem sok ember megismerte a zenénket, aki még nem hallott rólunk, ami fasza. Meg hát, ez egy tök jó buli volt! Ha sikerült szórakoztatni a közönséget – és szerintem sikerült -, akkor már bőven megérte az egész. Még nem tudom, hogy a jövőben ez mit fog jelenteni a Türbő életében, de majd kiderül.

Zs: Jómagam nulla elvárással érkeztem. Őszintén szólva már az is meglepett, hogy egyáltalán beválogattak, az első háromba kerülést pedig egészen az utolsó pillanatig nem is éreztem reális lehetőségnek. Ha innen közelítjük meg, ez egy borzasztó kellemes csalódás volt (Huh, de megnyugodtam, hogy nem erőltettem ezt a szót, legfeljebb éppen mást jelent. Kösz!!-szer.) …és maximálisan elégedettek lehetünk a végeredménnyel. Ha jól tudom, körülbelül 60 zenekar jelentkezett [igen: 54 banda], ennek sikerült a legjobb 5%-án belül zárni, mindezt egy kifejezetten erős mezőnyben! Úgyhogy szerintem büszkék lehetünk erre a teljesítményre, és semmi okunk nincsen csalódottnak lenni. Folytatjuk tovább a munkát, minden eddiginél nagyobb elszántsággal és azzal a pozitív megerősítéssel, hogy ennyien támogatnak bennünket.

Köszönöm ezt a választ és egyet is értek. Gratulálok! Pályáztok jövőre is – ha nem korai még ez a kérdés?

KK: Én nem tervezem, de demokrácia dönt. Szerintem teljesen felesleges lenne, egyszer oda tettük, harmadikak lettünk, teljesen jó ez így.

Zs: Ahogy Te is fogalmaztál, korai még ezzel foglalkozni. Ha mást nem, azt megtanította az elmúlt néhány év, hogy nincs értelme ennyire előre tervezni, rengeteg a beláthatatlan jövőbeli tényező.

Megint egy bölcs meglátás… S azt hogy látjátok, sikerült bővíteni a hallgatóságotok körét?

KK: Szerintem tuti.

Zs: A rövidtávú visszajelzések alapján úgy tűnik igen, hosszabb távon majd meglátjuk. Pár embert mindenképpen sikerült meggyőzünk, így már megérte!

A kiposztolt plakátokról is úgy tűnik van tervetek a nyárra is. Hol léptek fel a legközelebbi alkalmakkor?

Zs: Legközelebb július 22-én Hódmezővásárhelyen lesz koncertünk, a Lowland Fest pénteki napján, ami egy különösen erős napnak ígérkezik a felhozatal szempontjából, majd augusztusban újra Budapesten lehet elkapni minket egy nagyon különleges esemény keretein belül, de erről további részleteket csak a későbbiekben árulhatunk el. Ezen felül szeptember 9-én, a zenekar életében először Csehországban is játszunk a United in Brutality Festen, ahol olyan bandák lépnek még színpadra, mint az amerikai Massacre, a német S.D.I., a belga Bütcher vagy a finn Galvanizer, de a sort még elég sokáig lehetne folytatni. Szerintem ez egy kiváló lehetőség lesz arra, hogy tovább erősítsük a nemzetközi jelenlétünket.

A koncertek mellett megosztjátok az egyéb terveiteket is? Kaptunk egy ízelítő mondatot korábban…. Új dalok, új demo, vagy inkább új lemez mikor kerül a rajongók elé?

KK: Tavaly augusztus óta készen áll a második albumunk, kiadó keresésben vagyunk éppen. Amint lehet, szeretnénk kiadni végre, tehát reméljük hamar a rajongók elé fog kerülni az anyag. Ha kint az anyag akkor meg lehet vele menni akár egy kisebb turnét. Valami ilyesmi a terv, reméljük össze is jön.

Zs: A második nagylemezünkkel mindenképpen szeretnénk egy szinttel feljebb lépni a szerzőileg kiadott első albumhoz képest, és lehetőleg külföld felé is nyitni a terjesztéssel, de ez a jelenlegi, COVID utáni dömpingben nem tűnik egyszerű feladatnak, így nem is nagyon szeretnék jóslatokba bocsátkozni a megjelenést illetőleg. Aki figyelemmel követi a zenekart, az mindenről időben értesülni fog, amint bármi konkrétumot közölni tudunk.

Köszönjük az interjút, további sok sikert kívánunk nektek!

KK: Mi köszönjük a lehetőséget és a kiemelkedően jó kérdéseket!

Kedves olvasók, jegyezzük meg, nem csak egy kérdés a fontos, annál inkább a válaszok. Olvassátok hát tovább a felületet, mert még hasonlóan érdekes tartalmakra találtok a tehetségkutatón / fesztiválon fellépet egy-egy újabb zenekarral kapcsolatban. Nézz a felszín alá (underground)!

#Interjúk

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cuttingstone · 3 years

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val @entropylecter tagged me to list 5 songs i’ve had on repeat!! i only listen to maybe 15 songs total 🗿 but here are some newer ones i’ve been listening to endlessly on repeat like squeezing the juice out of an orange !!

1. safeword - Static Dress

2. Hayloft - Mother Mother

3. Ghostride - Crumb

4. Evie - Shoe

5. Bankrupt - Silverstein

i’m going to tag: @girlroach @doctoralana @goldturnedgray & any mewchuals who eats sand for the crunch <3

#been on a metalcore alt w/e kick lately #love to hear some screams #i’m one insane night away from making an alt metal core playlist for hannibal #safeword is about them you cannot change my mind #tysm val my beloved ily blowing you kissing #sorry this took so long!!!!! had mush brain lately #also i am obsessed wif this guy 🗿#he conveys so much emotions to me #tag game

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puppetmaster13u · 18 days

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Prompt 275

Pokemon crossover? Indeed. Because there’s so many ghost pokemon, and many that are specifically stated to be dead children that I bet? They would absolutely adore the Dannies. In fact? They adore the entire Team Phantom.

Who are in fact on vacation, taking a summer to not have to deal with ghosts. Do they know what Fright Knight is doing back home? No, but they’re on vacation and don’t care. Look at these lil guys! Tucker, don’t steal the rotom- oh they’ve adopted you? Okay. Fair enough.

Now their world? Pokemon doesn’t exist. And by that I mean not even as a game or series or anything. So it is new and fun and like exploring the zone all over again!

They’re having fun, making friends with people and pokemon alike. Danny has discovered that pokepuffs don’t become violent if revived and many of his new friends love having snacks they can chase after. Dan absolutely delights in taking care of more than a couple of the evil organizations- and there might have been a cult form, no one asked.

They had to drag Tucker away from several bits of technology, quite literally drag him. And they had to carefully drag several pokemon away from Valerie because they adore her and her suit. Sam- erm, where did Sam and Ellie- oh there they are. Oh Ellie found a clone friend and Sam. Sam that’s a legendary.

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That’s so cool! But like, they do have to go back home- oh, oh they’re coming with. That’s a lot of pokemon. Oh well, it’s fine. They brought souvenirs for their friends and family and plenty of plants- like Sam would let them not do so.

So now they’re home and with… okay that’s way more friends than they thought, but it’s fine! Let’s go see- oh hey Frighty, erm, what do you mean heroes arrived?? We don’t have much of an issue anymore???

Fright, teacher of theirs, where are the heroes, did you toss them out- FRIGHT-

#Prompts #DCxDP #DPxDC #DP x Marvel #DPxDCxPokemon #Pokemon Crossover #Why yes they did bring Jack a Bewear Magnemite & Appletun #Val brought her dad a tiny Aron friend #Yes Ellie has a Mewtwo #Yes Jordan has a Silvally #Yes they got Vlad a Purugly Meowth Purrloin & Crobat #They have So Many Pokemon #Yes they also got Frighty a friend for Nightmare #Yes they bullied FK into teaching all of them how to use different types of swords #I bet some blob ghosts would start mimicking the simpler pokemon too #Everyone is just kind of shrugging when it comes to the heroes’ presence lol #Yes this is good parents & everyone in Amity knows #Also yes all of Team Phantom are Halfas #Space Core Danny #Storm Core Tucker #Life Core Sam #Metal Core Val #Moon Core Ellie #Sun Core Dan #Vlad is working on his recovery good-person arc #The heroes arrived too late as in Everything is mostly taken care of now lol #Why yes Amity WAS under a heavy info block #Like an experiment going on but everyone here is?? Doesn’t care????

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lexosaurus · 2 years

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Phic Phight 2022: Lair

This fic is for @poisonouscephalopod

Characters: Danny, Val WC: 3541 Summary: When something goes wrong with a piece of Vladco tech, Valerie ends up stuck in the Ghost Zone. With Phantom.

[ao3] [ffn]

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“Are you fucking serious?” the Red Huntress hollered.

Phantom winced, drifting away slightly. “Do you mind? Ghost hearing.”

“THIS WAS YOU!” Valerie whipped out her gun. “I know it was you!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Valerie,” Phantom said, thoroughly enjoying how her glare deepened until Danny was sure that she was picturing all the ways she could murder him on the spot. “I’m here too!”

“So? You’re a ghost, this is your territory!”

“Um, no it isn’t. My lair is like…” Danny tapped his chin. “I don’t know actually, not here though. I think it’s that way.”

“You think?”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules!”

Red lowered her blaster, letting it dangle to her side. “Fuck! FUCK!”

“Calm down, it’ll be fine.”

“No, it’s not fucking fine. I’m in the…holy fuck I’m in the Ghost Zone, aren’t I? That’s where we are right now? I recognize the sky from the…FUCK!” She turned to him, panicked. “What are we gonna do? I’m not a ghost, I can’t be here! I have too many enemies, I’m gonna die.”

“Well, thankfully for you, I am a ghost and I can get us out of here.” Danny’s smile fell. “I think.”

“You think? Oh my god, I’m really gonna die out here.”

Danny flipped on his back, floating lazily in the ectoplasm-filled air. “You’ll be fine. I think my lair is up that way, though it’s pretty far so it’s a bit hard to tell. But once we get to my lair, I know how to bring us to the Fenton Portal, and you can get home.”

“Okay,” Valerie said, though Danny was sure she was reassuring herself more than she was responding to him. “Okay, okay. This is fine. I can do this. I won’t fucking die here.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Her helmet whipped up, and once again Danny could feel her glare through her screen.

“Now follow me! And, uh, you might want to think about putting that blaster away. I don’t know whose territory we’re near, and I don’t exactly want to go looking for a fight right now.”

Valerie didn’t move.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Or not, whatever. Don’t cry to me when you end up as a ghost too.”

Valerie immediately charged the ecto-ray.

“I’m kidding! Kidding, relax a little, Red.” Danny flew forward into the expanse of black and green swirls and purple doors. He didn’t turn back, but eventually, he could feel Vallerie tailing him.

“Welcome to the Ghost Zone, by the way,” he said, trying to ease her spirits. After all, Ghosts could smell fear, and he didn’t know what unsavory characters were nearby.

Though so far, he could see only a few harmless blob ghosts glancing their way.

“This place is a fucking wasteland. No wonder you spend so much time on Earth.”

“Hey!” Danny countered, shooting her a glare. He could insult the Ghost Zone all he wanted, but Valerie was human, so she didn’t get such luxuries. “We’re just in an unpopulated section, apparently. One of these days, I’ll show you some of the good parts.”

“Good parts?” Valerie asked skeptically.

‘Yeah! There’s this one place called the Far Frozen that’s run by a bunch of Yetis. They have ice cores too, so we’re pretty chill.”

“Yetis, like in the Arctic? You guys have snow here?”

“Sure. The ghosts manifest their lairs, so Yetis have snow. It’s a giant frozen tundra actually, ‘cause there’s so many of them.”

“That sounds horrible. And you like it there?”

“Sure!” He jammed his thumb to his chest. “I have a cold core too.”

Valerie was silent for a moment, then in a tone badly covering up her curiosity, she asked, “...what’s a cold core?”

“Oh, it’s my ghost core,” Danny said. “Every ghost has one. Mine is cold, so I get ice powers. It’s also why my aura runs cold. Every ghost is different. Plasmius has a plasma core, Ember has a fire core, Skulker has a metal core, blah blah…”

“What about The Box Ghost?”

Danny snorted. “I actually have no idea what core he has. He might not have a specialty core. I don’t think every ghost does.”

“Like these blob ghosts?” Valerie jerked her head towards a blob ghost that had been trailing them for a few minutes.

Danny slowed down, letting the ghost catch up to him. The ghost nuzzled against his arm, purring.

Under her helmet, Danny couldn’t tell if her face was curious or just disgusted. With Red, anything was possible.

Danny held out his arm. “Here, he won’t bite.”

“No thanks.”

“Aww, but he’s so cute!” Danny scratched the ghost’s belly. “Who’s the sweetest little guy, huh? You are, that’s who!”

“You’re insane.”

“It’s just a blob ghost.”

“It’s still a ghost.”

“Yeah, well look at who you’re talking to.” His words came out more bitter than he intended, but his stock of patience only ran so deep.

Valerie flinched, seeming to realize who she was talking to. Danny could feel her mood sour again, and she scoffed, flying off.

“Come on, Val,” Danny chased after her. “We were just starting to get along.”

“No. No fucking way was I getting along with you. You’re…a ghost.”

“Yeah, I am,” Danny snapped. He flew in front of her, cutting her off. “Look, I don’t want to be here any more than you, but there’s nothing I can do about that other than help us get back to Amity Park—”

“Help me get back to Amity Park, you mean. You’re a ghost, you belong here.”

Danny rolled his eyes, the usual mantra of she doesn’t know any better playing on a loop in his brain. “Sure, whatever. But you need me to get out, and you know this. So the least you could do is just pretend to tolerate me. Please, for my own sanity.”

Valerie stared at him for a moment, her helmet covering any indication of what she was truly feeling. Seconds ticked by, and Danny was just about to throw in the metaphorical towel when she finally retracted her blaster and stuck out her hand.

“Alright. Truce.”

Danny beamed, meeting her hand halfway. “Truce!”

“But I swear,” She gripped his hand, pulling him in. “You lead me to a trap, and I will kick your ass, Phantom.”

Danny chuckled, phasing out of her grip. “Sure, sure, Red.”

With that, the three of them (because Danny had grown too attached to the blob ghost at this point to let him go) carried on through the swirling expanse that was the Ghost Zone. They flew for what seemed like hours, falling into a quiet but comfortable silence. Occasionally, Valerie would ask him a question or two about the Zone.

“What are all these doors about?”

“There’s time travel here?”

And of course, the inevitable facepalm and comment of, “This place is a goddamn madhouse,” but her comments lacked her typical bite, and so Danny couldn’t help but have fun poking at her metaphorical shield.

And besides, any opportunity he got to educate her about ghosts was a good thing.

“Hey, I think there’s an island up there,” Danny said, pointing down at a floating rock. “We can take a break there for a bit if you want?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice relieved. Danny didn’t blame her, it wasn’t every day he flew for multiple hours without stopping.

“Cool. You want me to scope it out first?”

She thought for a moment. “No, it’s fine. Let’s just go.”

The duo headed toward the floating mass, which became clearer as they got into its view. It was a small island with scattered ecto-ferns and brushes, with a small ecto-pool on its surface. Little blob ghosts hovered over the pond, soaking in the ectoplasm that evaporated off of it.

“Damn, no water,” Danny heard Valerie mutter under her breath.

Danny glanced at his palms. While he could make ice, he was almost certain that his ice wasn’t pure H20, and had some ecto-properties inside.

Ones that were more than likely to make Valerie sick.

“Sorry. The atmosphere here isn’t great for humans.” Danny bent down to scoop up some of the ectoplasm from the pool. He brought it to his lips and relished as the cool liquid slid down his throat.

“You can drink this stuff?”

Danny gulped down another handful, and then wiped his chin with his glove. “Yeah, we’re made of it, so it’s healthy for us.”

The blob ghost that had followed him leaped down from Danny’s shoulder and gently lapped at the pool.

“Good boy!” Danny praised him.

The ghost paused, looking up at Danny to let out a little meep mur in response.

Danny stood, stretching his limbs. He could already tell he was going to be sore tomorrow.

Valerie, on the other hand, had taken to sitting down against one of the few trees that stood on the island. “How much longer till your lair?”

Danny closed his eyes and allowed his senses to expand. It was much easier to do this in the Zone, with all the dense, ambient ectoplasm in the atmosphere. Vaguely, he wondered how much faster he could fly here compared to on Earth.

“We’re definitely closer. Probably still a few more hours though.”

Valerie groaned and leaned her head against the tree stump. “This sucks.”

“Yup.” Danny plopped down next to her. “I hope someone got that ghost we were fighting too.”

“Oh god, I totally forgot about him. God, I barely even remember what happened. It feels like it was so long ago.”

“Yeah, I think he…knocked into a piece of Vladco equipment?” Danny scratched his head. “It’s kinda blurry for me too.”

The blob ghost returned from its voyage to the pool and rubbed its face against Danny’s cheek. A few other blob ghosts followed, each shyly approaching until they made contact with him. At the realization that he wouldn’t hurt them, they gave in and nuzzled him, letting out little meeps of happiness.

“Oh hey, little guys!” Danny shifted till he was criss-cross applesauce and began gently petting the ghosts. “What are you guys all doing here? Enjoying the pond?”

Meep meep!

Blip!

“What fun!” Danny agreed enthusiastically.

The ghosts seemed to appreciate his cheer if their little flips and wiggles were anything to go by.

Valerie snorted, and immediately slapped her hands over her helmet where her mouth would be.

Danny grinned over at her, his eyes nearly cross-eyed as a ghost gnawed on his hair, blocking his sight from partial view. “What, something on my face?”

Her stifled giggles turned into full-fledged laughter, and she slapped her forehand with her hand. “You’re an idiot, Phantom.”

“Oh come on, Red, this is adorable. Look at them, they’re like little babies.”

“Are they?” she asked, her tone turning. “Are they ghost babies?”

“Nah. They’re just little globs of ectoplasm that gained sentience. Most of them originate from the zone, though many of them used to be small animals on Earth.”

“Oh…” Valerie reached out and gently touched one of them. It preened under her thumb and cuddled into the palm of her hand. “And they just hang out here now?”

“Yeah, like all of us.” Phantom’s smile dropped a little. “You know, unless we move on.”

“How does that work? Moving on?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, averting his gaze. “It’s different for everyone, but ultimately you have to like…satisfy your Obsession. Permanently. So, for example, a lot of the ghosts here died in a battle of some kind. For them to move on, they have to win one. What counts as a battle is sort of different for everyone, but that’s the general gist.”

“I see.” Valerie rubbed circles on the blob ghost’s head. “And what about you?”

Danny tried not to look too uncomfortable. “What about me?”

“You know…what does your soul need to move on?”

“Uh—” Danny cleared his throat, his tongue suddenly dry. “That’s really personal.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s—” He cut himself off before he could say it’s fine, because it really wasn’t, and any other ghost might have punched her for asking.

She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know.

“Just be careful,” he finally settled on. “You can’t ask stuff like that.”

Truthfully, Danny wasn’t really sure what he needed to do to ‘move on,’ so to speak. Nor was he totally sure that he even could move on. He was still just as much of a human as he was ghost. If his ghost half moved on, and his human half was still alive, would he just…die?

That didn’t exactly sound like something he wanted to do.

But his Obsession wasn’t exactly something he was even sure he could fulfill. It was protection, and there would always be someone to protect. Maybe he was like ghosts like Frostbite and Clockwork, forever bound by their Obsessions that they would never be able to fill.

Maybe it was better that way.

“But uh…” Danny wanted to stop himself, but he powered through. “If you want to see my lair when we get there, I’ll let you come in.”

“Really?”

He didn’t look at her. “Yeah.”

She was silent for a moment. Perhaps she realized the gravity of what he was saying. “Thanks, Phantom.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Once they both had their fill of rest, they were up in the air again with now two blob ghosts insistent on following them, the one Danny found originally, and the one that had spent the last few hours cuddling up to Valerie.

“They’re not strong enough to really self-sustain on ectoplasm like we are. Or, sorry, not you, but for me and ghosts like me,” Danny was saying. “So they need to be around a constant supply of ectoplasm or else they cease to exist. That’s why that pool attracted so many of them.”

“Then why are these two following us?” Valerie asked.

“Because we established ourselves as allies, and I emit enough for them to feed off of.”

“Won’t that hurt you?”

Danny shrugged. “No, they’re not leeches. They’re only absorbing the stuff that’s not staying in my body. The excess, I guess. Sometimes the air in the Zone can get pretty thin, so blob ghosts who get lost might only last a few days on their own. It’s easier for them to stay on islands or in lairs if the host lets them.”

“And do you let them?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. My core can be pretty intense, so my door has enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain them. And I’ve been practicing, so I’m pretty good at manipulating my lair now to suit whatever I need.”

“That sounds convenient.”

“It is!” Danny beamed. “But it took a lot of practice. It took me forever to get the sky just right.”

“Sky?”

“Oh yeah, loads of lairs have their own atmosphere. The Far Frozen even has days and nights. They don’t have a sun or anything, it’s just the aura around the island that gives it the illusion. I don’t know, it’s all ancient ecto-manipulation. Frostbite—the king—taught me how to do some stuff, which is what I brought back to my lair with me. Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, it’s…” Valerie tilted her head. “It’s interesting, I guess. I never realized that ghosts really did any of this stuff. I kinda just thought it was a wasteland here.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be a good way to spend your afterlife,” Danny pointed out. “Though, the Zone is sorta like space. There are different universes and areas and whatnot. I’ve never been outside my section, so I don’t really know what the other parts are like.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. And you’ve only been a ghost for what…ten, fifteen years?”

Danny could feel her curiosity, and he normally would brush away any questions about his personal life.

But he could be somewhat vague without outright lying. “I’m pretty young for a ghost.”

“Not gonna tell me?”

“No way.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you snooping around trying to figure out who I was,” Danny said bluntly.

“Fair.”

The pair settled into another silence, both starting to slow as the hours lagged by. Danny could feel hunger pains starting to hit the dormant, human side of him, and he was sure Valerie was feeling even worse.

At least Danny could absorb the ectoplasm in the air in the meantime. She couldn’t even take off her helmet.

After too long passed, Valerie let out an audible groan. “If we’re not close, I’m gonna have to break again soon.”

“Yeah, I agree.” Danny closed his eyes, and to his surprise, his lair called him from far closer than before.

He jerked back, nearly crashing into a very grumpy Valerie, who looked just about to cuss him back to Earth before he flew up, suddenly invigorated, yelling, “It’s right around the corner!”

He rushed over, not checking if Valerie was following. He had enough faith in her to catch up anyway. The blob ghost nestled itself into his neck, chewing on his hair to hang on as he shot through the Zone.

Finally, he stopped.

Valerie caught up with him soon after. “Jeez, you could warn a girl. This is it?”

Danny nodded, trying to bury the anxiety that crawled up his stomach. He had never shown his lair to anyone before, not even Sam and Tucker, who thankfully had enough tact to not ask. They likely figured he would bring them when he was ready.

He wasn’t sure why this was such a sensitive topic for him. He’d been to other ghosts’ lairs plenty of times: Ember’s garage, Frostbite’s island, Clockwork’s tower—but when it came to his own sanctuary, he froze.

He brought a hand to the door, and then lowered it, shooting a nervous smile at Valerie. “Um, I forgot to ask, do you even want to see it? We can just go home if you’re tired.”

Danny could feel her eye roll. “If you’re too chicken to show me, then fine, I won’t pry. But don’t try to use me as an excuse.”

“Right.” Danny turned back to the floating purple door. He took one last deep breath, and turned the handle, pushing it open for her to see. “You can take your helmet off in there, by the way.”

Inside was a bedroom. It began based on Danny’s own room, but as he gained confidence, he changed things. It was larger than his bedroom at home, far larger, and it only had three walls instead of four. The bedding was plastered with a big NASA logo, and shelves full of model rockets decorated the walls. To one side was a TV and video game console, and to another stood a sleek laptop on top of a navy blue desk. The fourth wall—or what should have been a wall, opened to a field with a few ecto-apple trees nestled onto one side, and a glowing, swirling green and blue pond to the other. The expanse of the field led up a hill where a large Dob telescope sat on top.

He looked up, and that was his greatest achievement. Rather than a ceiling of any kind, his lair opened to the sky where flickering stars decorated the sky. Off to the north was the glowing aurora, which danced up and down the horizon. It had taken far too long to figure out how to prevent the aurora’s light pollution from blocking the view of the stars.

Danny stood shyly off to the side, letting Valerie soak in the lair with all its details. The blob ghosts, on the other hand, peeled off the duo immediately and headed for the pond, where a few other blob ghosts swam about carefree.

“Wow,” she breathed, crossing the threshold from his room onto the soft grass. Danny watched as her eyes surveyed every detail of the place. “This is amazing.”

Danny let out a breath of relief and leaned against the wall. “See? I told you the Zone wasn’t so bad.”

“And you did all this?”

“Yeah. Took forever, but I figured it out.”

“Damn.” Valerie twirled one of the apples in her hands. “Shit, Phantom. This is something else.”

“Thanks.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck with his hands.

“Why do you even bother to come to Amity at all? With a place like this, I would just stay here.”

“I’d get lonely. It’s nice to have this when I need to get away and recharge, but I don’t think I could stay here for long. I already spend so much time in other ghost lairs, I think I would get bored if I was here twenty-four-seven.”

Valerie nodded in understanding and then turned to face him. Her curly hair was tangled and flat from being packed against her helmet all day, and she looked tired. But still, she smiled. “Thanks for showing me this. It was really nice.”

He felt his lips twitch up, and the chilly feeling of ectoplasm tingled his cheeks. “You’re welcome. Now, uh, you wanna go home?”

“Hell yes, let’s go.”

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darks-ink · 3 years

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Spark

Prompt: How does being constantly exposed to high amounts of ectoplasm affect the citizens of Amity Park? Prompt by: @robotbeowulf Word count: 2,487

[AO3] [FFN] [more Phic Phight fics]

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Danny shrugged, shifting his backpack to lie a little more comfortably on his shoulders, and pretended very hard to be a regular student. It wasn’t easy, but it hadn’t been easy for the last two years. The constant secret-keeping from everyone was wearing on him.

Not to mention the constant ghost attacks, of course. He was pretty sure all of Amity Park was covered in a thick film of ectoplasm by now, considering how much of it he and the other ghosts spilled and fired during the almost-constant battles. Sure, his parents said that the stuff evaporated and then returned to the Ghost Zone, but his parents also said that humans couldn’t have ghost powers, and Danny was the (mostly) living proof that that wasn’t true, either.

He was jerked from his thoughts—literally—by a fist, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him against the lockers he had been walking by.

“Hi, Dash,” Danny muttered, trying to hide away his weariness with apathy. “Good morning to you too.”

“Fentonia,” Dash growled back, leaning in close to Danny’s face. A little too close, thank you, ever heard of personal space? “Finally.”

Danny bit back the automatic reply—aw, were you waiting for me?—and settled for grimacing at Dash.

Not that that went over well, of course, because Dash’s other hand found its way to Danny’s shirt as well. With Danny well in his grasp, Dash lifted him, slamming him against the lockers again, this time with his feet off of the ground—no easy way of getting out. Not without using his powers, at least.

“What’s wrong, Fenturd?” Dash asked, pressing Danny against the lockers even harder. “Ghost got your tongue?”

Ha ha, how creative. How funny. Danny was sure he’d come up with funnier jokes in his sleep. “Fuck off,” he grunted at Dash as his back was slammed against the hard metal behind him again.

“Ooh, he’s got bite today.” Dash leaned back a bit, a vicious grin on his face, then crowded Danny against the lockers again. “Oh, no, never mind. Looks like he’s all bark.”

Danny snarled back at Dash before he’d really thought about it—before he could stop himself, really. It wasn’t even words, really, just an animalistic snarl and the pulse of his core that meant his eyes were glowing.

Oh, fuck. And Dash was way too close to miss that.

“Hey, there you go!” Dash… cheered? The fists clenched in Danny’s shirt released, and his feet thumped down on the ground before he’d really caught on to what was happening. Dash was already turning away from him, nudging Kwan. “See, I told you Fenton could do it too!”

That… was not the reaction he’d expected to get to ghostly glowing eyes. What the fuck?

Kwan laughed audibly, and Danny wrenched his eyes away from Dash and towards the other boy. The… the laughing, visibly cheery boy.

Seriously. What was going on?

“So, uh… No bullying anymore today?” Danny asked, and then felt like he could kick himself. Absolute moron. Who asks that sort of thing?

Dash snorted, apparently amused (amused???) by Danny’s idiotic question, and waved a dismissive hand. “What’s the point? I got what I was after.”

Okay? Good? That explained absolutely nothing. If anything, Danny felt even more confused. Had Dash seriously been bullying him trying to get him to glow eyes his? To snarl at him?

What???

Apparently he vocalized that last thought, because Kwan’s eyes turned back to him, a hesitant grin on his face.

And then Kwan’s eyes flashed a bright, glowing, cyan.

Danny, still leaning against the lockers he’d been pressed to, froze up automatically. He knew what that meant. Had spent enough time combing through his parents’ research—and with his own experience—to know that briefly glowing eyes couldn’t be caused by ordinary ghostly causes. An overshadowing ghost altered the eye-color of their host, but that was constant.

And, if there had been a ghost, Danny would’ve felt them. He’d grown more than strong enough to sense ghosts even if they were hidden in a host.

“He’s had them for a while.” Dash spoke casually, like this wasn’t a big fucking deal. “We couldn’t find anybody else with that brand of ecto-contamination, y’know, so Kwan was feeling super down about that.”

“Dash,” Kwan groaned, sounding put-upon. As carefully as Danny listened, the only thing he could hear was the undercurrent of care Kwan held for Dash. For his friend.

“Shut up, man.” Dash nudged his friend, then picked up his explanation that didn’t explain anything. “See, but I knew I had seen you do them too. The glowy eyes, I mean.” Dash underlined the latter with a vague gesture at his own eyes. “So I just had to push you into doing them while Kwan could see, to prove that he wasn’t the only one.”

“Uh.” Danny blinked at them, feeling like he missed everything Dash had said after the words “ecto-contamination”. What?

No, seriously, he knew he’d uttered that word a lot these past five minutes—even if only in his head—but what?

“You had to get him angry, though,” Kwan muttered, bumping shoulders with Dash. “You know that’s not the only way to make them glow.”

“Yeah, but it was the easiest to push him into,” Dash easily admitted.

And then, while Danny was still reeling, feeling like he’d missed at least seven steps in this conversation, Kwan stepped in closer and shot him a bright smile. “Thanks, Fenton. I feel a ton better.”

“Uh, yeah.” Danny blinked, watching the two of them wander off like nothing happened. “You’re welcome?”

“Man, what was all of that?” he muttered to himself, staring at the empty hallway for a moment before pushing himself away from the lockers. He desperately needed to talk to Sam and Tucker, see if they had any idea what all of that was about.

Somewhere, he kind of wished that Jazz was still in Amity. She would definitely know what the hell all of that was all about.

Seriously. Dash had just casually muttered the words ecto-contamination, and then suggested that it was common enough for there to be accepted variants of it.

How had Danny missed all of that?

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“There’s Val,” Sam whispered, leaning in closer. Danny followed her gaze and, indeed, there was the girl they’d been looking for all morning.

Well, it figured that they wouldn’t manage to pin her down until lunch, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Sam and Tucker hadn’t known what the stuff with Dash and Kwan had been about, either, so they had decided to ask the only person they could reasonably ask: Valerie Gray.

But that, in turn, meant that they had to just sit on the knowledge until lunch.

At least she had picked a distant enough seat that they could talk in private. Small blessings.

“Let’s hope she actually knows what’s going on,” Tucker muttered, before nudging Danny forward. “You go first, dude.”

So quick to sacrifice him to the ghost huntress. Danny shook his head but walked over, slipping into the seat opposite of Valerie. “Hey, Val.”

“Danny,” she greeted him back, raising an eyebrow at Sam and Tucker, who sat down on either side of him. “Well, this feels like an interrogation all of a sudden.”

He shot Sam a meaningful glance, but she just grinned back, pushing herself to sit more squarely on the seat. Rude.

“Danny had a weird interaction with Dash and Kwan this morning,” Tucker started explaining, breaking the tension before it could really go anywhere. “We were hoping you could offer… I dunno, some clarification, since you know them better than we do.”

She snorted, leaning back slightly. “They’re Dash and Kwan. Every interaction with them is weird.”

“Well, yeah, but they were…” Danny paused, briefly hesitant to mention it—what would Valerie think of ghost-powered humans?—before powering through. “They were talking about ecto-contamination, and known variants of it.”

The look they got in response was flat. Flat, and clearly confused.

After a long and exceedingly awkward moment of silence, Valerie cleared her throat and asked, clearly hesitant, “None of you noticed?”

“Noticed what?” Tucker frowned, glancing between the three of them and Valerie.

“That pretty much everyone in Amity Park has ghost-like traits?” She raised a questioning eyebrow at them. “Everyone, but especially the kids here at Casper High, has ecto-contamination so bad that we’re all, well. Becoming a little ghost-like.” She paused, shook her head, then asked. “None of you seriously noticed?”

Danny drew back, considering his words, but before he could really think about it, Sam had already flapped a dismissive hand. “The three of us spend so much time in and around Fentonworks that we’re already contaminated to hell and back,” she dryly explained. “And honestly, Valerie, how much time do we really spend with anyone outside our direct circle?”

“Fair enough,” Valerie allowed with a shrug. “Right, so, it mostly seems to be caused by the Portal and the constant ghost attacks. I mean, obviously, right?”

“Right,” Danny agreed, ignoring the way his stomach was turning. He’d tried so hard to keep everyone safe, but had the presence of ghosts been endangering them all along? Had the spilled ectoplasm really affected people, and so badly too?

“Now, what we started noticing pretty early on is that people generally only display a single ghost power, once they become contaminated enough to actually have a discernible ghost power. Some people consider them distinct variants: people with invisibility, with intangibility, flight, etcetera.”

Sam and Tucker both hummed, thoughtfully. Valerie raised her other eyebrow at that, then shook her head and continued on.

“Generally people don’t get contaminated enough to display more than those basic powers, but exceptions exist, I guess. And your contamination is probably way worse than anyone else’s, except maybe actual ghost hunters like the Fentons.” She made a face. “And that’s assuming their jumpsuits don’t protect them, which I doubt.”

“I’m pretty sure they do,” Danny mumbled, trying to inconspicuously watch both of his best friends from the corner of his eyes. The more Valerie explained about the ecto-contamination that apparently haunted all of Amity Park, the more their expressions twisted into something they usually called “suddenly understanding weird shit that had been happening”.

It was, unfortunately, a somewhat common expression these days. What with ghosts becoming a common thing, and all that.

“I… Some of the plants in my greenhouse grow unusually well whenever I’m near. Some even seem to react to my presence…” Sam admitted, her voice quiet, uncharacteristically reluctant. After a moment of hesitation, she tacked on, “And sometimes, when I really really don’t want to deal with my parents, they just… overlook me, like I’m not there at all.”

Like she was invisible, they all heard, despite the fact that Sam didn’t say the words.

Seemingly encouraged by Sam’s admission, Tucker added on, “I rarely, if ever, charge my tech. Their batteries just don’t seem to empty as long as I have them on me. And sometimes when I’m digging into code, it feels like… like I can alter it directly, like I’m tapping into some inner world that doesn’t—shouldn’t—exist.” Just like Sam, Tucker also paused for a moment. “When I’m running from a ghost or whatever, sometimes I run into an alley that I know has a dead end and never hit the wall.”

Like he was just phasing through it, going intangible before he hit it.

Danny swallowed through the clog he suddenly found in his throat, watching Valerie turn a meaningful look to him. She wanted him to tell her about his— his ghost powers. But he couldn’t just pretend all of his powers came from the contamination of living at Fentonworks, could he?

And he definitely couldn’t pick certain powers as acceptable and others as not.

“I… I guess weird shit has happened to me too, yeah,” he finally admitted, cautiously, hoping she guessed the source of his reluctance wrong. “But I never really thought about it, to be honest. Anything I could blame the ecto-contamination for could just as easily be caused by actual ghosts.” And in a way it was, of course. Anything caused by his ecto-contamination was caused by an actual ghost: Phantom.

“But,” he tacked on, knowing Valerie wouldn’t just let that lie. She was far too stubborn not to investigate. “Dash and Kwan apparently saw me with glowing eyes?”

Valerie hummed, then nodded. “That makes sense, I guess. I know Kwan has the glowing eyes variant as well, so that would explain why they’ve been targeting you.”

“It’s been around that long?” Sam asked, leaning forward, clearly curious despite herself. “I figured it would’ve taken longer than that to show up.”

“Oh, no, that was long after I got kicked out of the group,” Valerie said dismissively. “But Kwan saw me with a ghost scanner one day, and he begged me to scan him. I guess he was seriously worried that he had been overshadowed, even if overshadowing doesn’t work like that.”

“I don’t think he got rid of that fear, to be honest.” Danny shrugged, uneasy. “At least, he seemed pretty cheered-up when I, uh, glowed my eyes at him and Dash.”

Tucker snorted, and Danny could see Sam crack a grin as well, probably at his word choice. Well, fuck them. What did you call it, if not “glowing your eyes at them”?

“Anyway, I can’t help but notice that we all told you, but you haven’t said a word about what you can do,” Sam prodded, nudging Valerie. “Come on, Val.”

“Yeah, that does seem a little unfair.” Tucker leaned forward as well, an expression of genuine curiosity on his face.

And, honestly? Danny kind of wanted to know as well. Her ghost hunting suit probably hadn’t protected her, and her new suit definitely didn’t. If anything, the Technus-made suit probably had just worsened it.

“I…” Valerie visibly hesitated, then gave in. “I can fly, a little. It’s not really all that great, but at least I won’t break anything if I ever fall out of a tree or something.”

She said it with a light tone, like it was just a casual joke. All Danny could think of, however, was all the times he’d seen Valerie fall off of her hoverboard, especially at the start.

He carefully does not wince.

“That’s pretty neat,” he forced himself to say instead. “Less lame than glowing eyes, at least.”

Valerie grinned back at him, but before she could say anything the bell rung.

“Guess we’d better head to class,” Sam said with a grunt, pushing herself off of the bench.

“Yeah.” Tucker got up as well, then nodded at Valerie. “Thanks for the explanation, Valerie.”

Danny followed suit, shooting her a smile. “Same. Thanks, Val.”

She had given him a lot to think about.

#phic phight #phic phight 2021 #danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #danny fenton #dark writes

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years

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Humans are weird: Robotic Workers to Soldiers

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Taken from the biography “The Fall of Dijballer” written by Uguntus Val

Breaking a human is easy.

They have no armored exoskeleton, no reinforced scaled skin, not even an enhanced healing metabolism; it is an amazing feat that they have been able to survive on their own planet let alone survive the rigors of space travel.

They are weak and frail creatures of flesh and blood. One could push them down a simple slope and there was a high chance they could break their arm.

We expected a war with them to be swift and merciless.

Our forces would descend upon their worlds like the waves a ravaging storm and sweep them clean away as we added their colonies to our domain, and continue the glorious expansion of our race. Yet for all our knowledge of human biology we failed to grasp the critical flaw in our plans and strategies until it was too late. The simple truth that could have changed the fate of the war in our favor had we learned it earlier on.

Humans were well aware of their frailty, and they adapted accordingly.

On the colony world of Dijballer we made our first strike. It was a temperate world perfectly designed for year-long farming and capable of sustaining a constant stream of crops to feed a dozen empires when fully developed.

The colony had only been on the planet for ten years and was centered around the initial landing site of the colony ship. A compact industrial center had formed to support the growing colony and several companies had established facilities to support the colony, including several robotics factories that supplied a majority of the work force. What made it even more tempting of a target was that by all accounts it lacked a sufficient military presence, only housing a token police force to maintain order.

When the war began three legions were dispatched to secure the planet. The twelfth, the third, and the honored first legion that had been present at the beginning of every major war our people had ever fought.

They made planet fall just outside of the main settlement and began steadily advancing through the fields of crops, passing dozens of robotic workers mindlessly going about their work as if the thousands of alien soldiers marching passed was a normal occurrence. The machines were humanoid in shape with two arms and legs, often either using farming tools or manning heavy equipment.

Roughly ten miles outside of the city did we first encounter resistance. We were now in the center of the fields when the rear of the column reported they were under attack. A massive harvester had diverted its course and rammed a troop transport flipping it over. The surrounding infantry opened fire on the vehicle as it attempted to ram a second vehicle. Not being built for military use the vehicle quickly broke down and exploded in a shower of shrapnel and fire, setting several stalks of nearby crops on fire. It was here that the order to halt was given and the column began to reorganize. It was as the Privants were giving orders that the second attack began.

Thousands of farming units sprang out of the stalks on either side of the column like predators of old. In their hands were nothing but farming tools and yet they moved with unnatural swiftness. Before anyone could fire a shot they were among our ranks hacking and slashing us to pieces.

I’ve hear over the years how our soldiers were mocked. How pundits and politicians question how a fully armored legionnaire could be brought down by nothing but farming tools.

Were any of them to say that to my face I would smash their face in; for none of them were there to see what those machines could do.

They dove and shifted to either side like a blade of grass in the wind. I saw my captain unload an entire clip on full auto at one and it casually darted to either side as if it was nothing but rain as it closed the distance.

When it was within arm’s reach it grabbed it’s scythe and drove it deep into the neck joints of the captain’s armor. The captain barely had time to swat away the metal scythe but the robot merely took its fingered hand and drove it into the unarmored joint itself.

I could hear the captain gurgling blood over the communications net as the robotic monster pulled its hand out of his throat, covered in blood and gore, and stabbed it in again and again and again.

While it was distracted goring my captain I brought my rifle up and brought the monster down with a single shot to the chest. The robot sparked and fizzled as it toppled over, its hand still embedded in the captain as it dragged his lifeless body down with him. I had little time to grieve for my captains death as another trio of farmer units rushed from the stalks at me.

All around me was sheer chaos as the robots swarmed over us like insects. Their fragile bodies meant nothing when their speed and enhanced reflexes made them near impossible to hit.

They knew were the weak spots in our armor were, they were capable of calculating the angle of fire from our weapons, they even somehow knew our ranking system and made sure to target our officers first.

The three that came at me lunged for me to close the distance and that was the only was the only thing that saved me that day. On the ground they could easily dodge side to side but midair they were cut off from that level of maneuverability.

I easily trained my gun and sprayed the machines with a full mag from my repeater rifle. The white fragments of their shells harmlessly bounced off my armor as their broken bodies crumpled before me. I barely had a moment to enjoy my victory before another massive harvester machine drove through our column.

Several of my comrades weren’t fast enough to get out of the way and were swallowed by those rotating blades of death. I heard their screams echoing on the communications net just as I had the captain and then they were cut off in an instant by a blood curdling crunch.

After that it was chaos.

Soldiers fought in tight circles or back to back with comrades as they fought off waves of robots. This went on for hours but to me, in those panic filled moments of terror, it felt like an eternity.

By nightfall the entire field was ablaze with fire just as the robots ceased their attacks. We gathered what remained of our dead and wounded and took stock of the situation.

Thousands of broken robot bodies lay strewn across the ground like discarded dolls, and the burning husks of the larger harvesters cast gloomy shadows dancing in the firelight. We had been out numbered a 3-1 and still managed to survive, and yet the victory was hollow to the core.

The twelfth legion was cut in half and lost the majority of their vehicles during the opening attacks, the third was at a quarter strength and had lost all of their officers, but worst yet was the honored first legion. The pride of several centuries of warfare, the first legion had been entirely wiped out at the front of the column. Their pride denying them anything other than a death on the battlefield as they refused to regroup with the other legions.

What remained of the officers of the twelfth legion was split between retreating to the initial landing zones or to continue with the assault. Only after the fighting had stopped was communication with orbital command reestablished, and the commanders in orbit almost couldn’t believe what had happened.

The twelfth officers requested an additional five legions be deployed to the planet and that the authorization of aerial bombardments. Debate between the twelfth and orbital lasted about an hour before the robots returned.

First signs of danger were the screams and weapons fire of sentries posted around the surviving column. Robots that had been laying on the ground thought destroyed rose back to their feet and attacked wandering soldiers.

The fear and terror spread throughout the survivors as everyone capable grabbed a weapon and began firing at the robots once more. In the confusion several soldiers fell to friendly fire as several panic stricken legionnaires opened fire on full auto blindly.

At the end of that night the third legion was almost entirely wiped out and the new rule of fully destroying the head and body of all machines became mandatory.

The war pressed on for another four months before we finally claimed the world.

All it had cost us was nearly four entire legions against an army of farming units.

The disgrace felt by the military was overwhelming and morale never recovered for the remained of the conflict. What’s worse was that throughout those four months the primary factories nestled beneath the primary settlement had been continuously producing more and more robots. What should have been a simple easy victory devolved into a grueling war of attrition.

When we finally stormed the office of the robotic factories we were able to download files from their mainframe and the horrid truth was realized.

Embedded into every robot humanity produced, regardless of their function, was a sub routine dictating military tactics, strategies, and combat methods. A maid unit designed for cleaning could be switched over in an instant to become a skilled sniper marksman with years of training with a kill count of triple digits.

For all of their frailty the humans had not lost the ability for death and destruction. They had imparted it into every machine in their service effectively creating an army of billions skilled in the art of death.

After the war was over I went out of my way to order one such unit to tend to me in my home.

I often wonder, as it goes about its cleaning work, that if I activated its military mode if I would be capable of taking it; though I doubt I can in my age now.

Instead it serves as a constant remind that one should never underestimate the nature of a being. No matter how delicate and frail it may appear, it may be hiding a dagger aimed straight at your throat.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #action #robots

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troublesometrollhunters · 3 years

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So many characters that don't have any love. Can you write something for Valentine's with Krel? (If you don't want too I understand) Perhaps he's trying talk a girl (or the reader your choice) but doesn't understand Valentine's day, like 'im supposed to condense my love for someone down to just one day of expression? What pressure earthlings have' kinda thing. (Or honestly you can do this for anyone your the amazing writer)

"Krel. Aja. I have discovered something while doing research on this planet and its appears important." Mother states. Krel finishes a homework question before listening.

"Yes Mother?" He questions as Aja hums in acknowledgement continuing to text Steve.

"It is the human month known as February. In this month, humans celebrate what is known as Valentiens Day. Are you aware of what is expected on this day?" The computer asks. Aja and Krel pause looking at each other.

"What is this Val-en-times?" Aja asks confused.

"Valentine's." Krel corrects before looking up at the ceiling to listen to Mother.

"Valentine's is a day in which humans celebrate their love and connection to others. They give gifts and have elaborate dates. As you are both courting I thought you should be aware." She informs.

"Oh how lively!" Aja states before looking at her phone. She begins texting Steve about Valentine's asking more about it.

"When is it?" Krel asks as he pushes aside his homework. This was far more important at the moment.

"Two weeks my Royals." Mother hums.

"Two weeks? That's not nearly enough time!" Getting up Krel runs out of the room as Aja calls after him asking what he's doing. Krel only has a day to show how much he cares. He needs to do something spectacular for you! Something other worldly.

Smiling as he goes into his workshop, closing the door Krel hums. Good thing he was not from your world.

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You haven't seen Krel in two weeks. You'd been hoping to hang out after school like you always did, but he was really busy apprentally. Aja drops off his homework at school but he's away "sick." Something about a bug you heard.

You tried to ask Aja what's going on but she just shrugged telling you it had something to do with a bug, body autonomy, and hearts.

You assumed Krel was holed up in Mother focusing on his parents cores. At least you assumed that until you get a text from the King in Waiting.

Entering Mother after school you pause looking at his message. He had a surprise for you. That was it. That was the message. Two weeks with no communication after constant texts and calls and now he wanted you to come over.

"Hey Mother. Ummmm... Is Krel alright?" You ask confused.

"Oh yes. The King of Waiting is fine. He has caught the love bug as you humans call it." Scrunching your nose confused you wonder if he was breaking up with you or if he was sick. Everyone was giving you mixed messages.

Mother lets out a robotic chuckle. "He is in his workshop waiting for you. He has what he calls, a surprise." Humming in understanding Mother stops talking and you begin walking away.

Going into Krel's workshop it was a mess. Which was not like him. He was curentully fiddling with something, tools spread out in front of him as screws, wires, nails, and soddering metal laid scattered across the floor.

"Uh Krel...?" Looking up he nods at you before going back to his project.

Weird.

"You humans are strange." He hums as you walk closer. Snorting at his greeting you look at what he's working on before walking around the Mothership, observing it's advanced technology. Not exactly where you expected to spend Valentines Day but it was beautiful none the less. All the light blue lights and glowing neon wires made surprisingly romantic mood lighting.

"I could say the same for Akriddions." You respond with a teasing smile. Krel rolls his eyes but bumping his shoulder as you sit next to him at his workbench, he chuckles.

"I assure you, you are the weird ones." He states but his tone is playful so you shrug it off knowing he's half joking.

"So two weeke no communication. This must be big. What's the surprise you were talking about?" Krel hums as he continues tinkering.

"Yes... yes almost there." He responds dismissively. Nodding knowing this is just how he is, you watch as he works on an advanced piece of tech.

"I don't understand this Valentine's. Humans picking one day and deciding thats the most important day to celebrate love. I love you all days. But because of the hoilday... I wanted this one to be special." Blushing as Krel begins talking about what he loves about you, why he wants you to be by his side you hear a click. "FINALLY." He states.

"Krel what are you making?" You question. You were confused and a little angry but after his speech about love you had to believe this was important. That you were important to him.

"A gift." He finally says.

Looking at him unsure he smiles. One hand takes yours before another twists his newest machine. The cylindrical shape opens and there's a shiny crystal inside. Tapping the crystal, light shot out from the machine reflecting off the rock. That light went everywhere and soon images began to form. Your eyes went wide as detailed holograms filled the room, moving pictures surrounded by stars flashing across your vision.

"Krel what...?" You mumble in awe.

"Just watch." He hums. Nodding you watch as the holograms shift, you notice you and Krel are in all of them. Memories. These were all the memories you'd made together.

Your first meeting at school, becoming friends and getting closer, hanging out together in class, sharing jokes, finding out he's an Akriddion, admitting your feelings, your first kiss, your first date, and so many more.

"Krel how did you...?" You mumble amazed. Reaching out for a memory you tap the holgram and it changes, shifting into a different memory.

"Two weeks. It took two weeks to scan through my favorite memories of us and then code them. But it was worth it." He states.

The artificial stars swirl around the room and your memories and you notice it's not any system you've ever seen. Reaching out for a star it explodes in your hand, a shower of glitter and fireworks shining down. "Akriddion has beautiful stars. I hope someday I can take you too see them." Squeezing your hand face blue, you smile leaning on Krel's shoulder.

"Someday I will." You hum kissing his cheek. That was a promise.

#krel tarron #krel tarron x reader #krel x reader #krel #3below #3below x reader #toa #toa x reader #aliens x reader #valentines asks #valentines day asks

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markresonates · 3 years

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special occasions

summary: Jaehyun didn’t expect he’d like being dominated by you as much as he did for Christmas but you both decided it was only for special occasions. Flash forward to his birthday, February 14th: Valentine’s Day. This time, you buy the lingerie for yourself and introduce some new elements (but fail to hold the title of dom until the end). ➳ pt 1

pairing: bf au!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, part 2 of 2

word count: 2.3k

a/n: I’m sorry to the person who asked for this a while ago and it took so long; personally, I find it difficult to write anything that’s not dom Jaehyun...

warning: rough unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), bondage, choking, wax play, masturbation, lap dance, spanking, switch!Jaehyun (sub to hard dom), switch!reader

“Baby! Wherever you are, close your eyes, I have a surprise for you!” Jaehyun announces walking through the front door of the loft, armed with a large bouquet of flowers for Valentine’s Day. Unbeknownst to him, you have other plans for this special occasion.

“I’m in here!” you sing from the bedroom, hearing his feet shuffle down the hall, your voice luring him in like a siren to a sailor.

“Keep your eyes closed, kitten, I’m coming in now,” he warns, intent on truly surprising you, oblivious to the setup in the bedroom. “Happy Val-”

He comes around the corner to face an early Christmas morning all over again: dozens of scented candles scattered around the room, rose petals sprinkled about the floor, your body seductively sprawled across your shared king bed, a sadistic sparkle seen in your eyes. The sight of you like this, as if you walked straight out of a wet dream, sends an involuntary shiver down his spine, a hot flash of arousal shooting through his body, his ears and cheeks burning scarlet red.

“Happy birthday, Jaehyun,” you chirp, slithering off the bed, gesturing to a cushioned chair in the middle of the room. “Strip and sit.”

The lighting was dim but not too dim that he couldn’t make out every intricate detail of the see-through, black mesh lingerie clinging to your body, highlighting your every sultry feature. In December, he bought the lingerie for you but this time you had the luxury of choosing the lingerie for yourself.

You selected a strappy, metal-studded, caged garter/g-string set, styled with thigh-high black stockings and dark, glossy high heels. Jaehyun notices an elastic choker around your neck, promising himself he’ll wrap his hand around that strap sometime tonight.

He follows your orders, hastily fisting at the hem of his shirt and waistband of his pants, yanking his boxers down with his pants in one swoop, then flinging them off somewhere in the room. His mouth waters in anticipation for what you have in store for him as he plops himself down in the chair. A moment later, he finds his hands tied to the back of the chair with one of the same ribbons you saved from Christmas time.

Jaehyun isn’t typically submissive. He prefers to be the one tying you up, giving you orders, making you beg and scream, and marking you up so if you wore anything remotely revealing, anyone could see how well he gives it to you. But just like you agreed upon, special occasions warranted special treatment. And he was up for anything and everything you had planned.

“Do you have any particular birthday wishes, Jae?” you ask, slinging your leg over his thigh and rubbing your thinly covered core against his muscular leg. You lift his chin with one hand, swiping your thumb along his plump bottom lip.

“Well I’ve been imagining your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock and-” you cut off his dirty words, clicking the remote he didn’t realize you had in your other hand, the beginning chorus of “Nasty” by Ariana Grande loudly blaring through the speakers in the bedroom.

“Sorry, what was that?” you question in his ear, carelessly dropping the remote under the chair, failing to hide a mischievous grin. His cheek juts out, poking his tongue to the right wall inside mouth while he smirks.

He parts his lips to speak only to be cut off again when you grab the back of his neck and collide your mouths together. You quickly dive your tongue into his mouth as if you need his breathless kisses like your lungs need oxygen. You pull out of the kiss, sharply biting his bottom lip for a second. Jaehyun’s mouth chases yours when you push off from his chest suddenly, paying no attention to his faint noise of protest.

Standing in front of him now, you let yourself fall into the music. You melt into the vibe of the explicit song, swaying your hips to the rhythm, dragging your hands up and down your torso and breasts, swiveling around to drop on the beat and bounce on your knees. You’re only a little over arms-length away from him yet all he can do is gawk at your salivating performance, devouring you with his eyes.

“Kitten, you have no idea the things you do to me,” he mumbled half mindedly.

His hooded eyes trail over you, envious of the straps stretched around your irresistible curves because, unlike him, they can squeeze your body without restriction. He can’t manage to swallow the lustful lump forming in his throat. You glance over at him as a new song starts to play, taking pity on him when you notice him drooling.

“How badly do you want your hands free?” you coo against his neck as you mount his hips again, resuming your dance in his lap and leaving open mouthed kisses on his jawline. Seeing him drooling for you and knowing how big of an effect you have on him only turns you on more, the buzzing, pinching muscles in your wet center intensifying as you roll your hips over him.

“God, f-fuck you don’t know how bad I want you to untie me after that fucking gorgeous show, y/n,” he stammered as you grinded on his hardness. “I’m dying to get my hands on y-youuuuu...”

On his last word, you bite down on the sensitive patch of skin below his ear, hearing him groan. You move your mouth south, peppering a few love bites here and there from the crook of his neck, down his muscular chest and his abs, then kneel at his feet. Your hand circles the floor in search of the remote, the music going off with a *click*

“Hmmm, well tell me, how much do you want my hands on you?” you tempt him, lolling your head to the side as if mulling over the idea.

“Sooooo much, baby,” Jaehyun sighs, smiling in relief from the prospect of your touch as you lean closer, his cute dimples appearing.

“You said you wanted my mouth wrapped around your cock, right?” you poise your lips a centimeter away from his tip, slick with precum.

“Yes, yes, I did say that,” he replies, licking his lips, nodding his head repeatedly.

“Hmmm, I didn’t hear a please,” you pout, spitting in both of your hands and gripping his cock. He emits a stifled croak, the abrupt pleasure of your hands pumping and softly twisting opposite directions making his eyes roll back.

“Pleasssee, y/n, I need your mouth, please,” he lets out desperately.

You lick up his length slowly before sliding his head into the heat of your mouth, sucking sensationally, scratching your nails into the inside of his thigh, then slipping that hand into your panties to stimulate your clit at the same time. Bobbing your mouth up and down his cock, working him down your throat provokes an elongated, broken moan to spill from his lips.

Jaehyun twitches as you hollow out your cheeks and noisily slurp, tears streaming down your cheeks, saliva dribbling down your chin, fingers covered in your dripping nectar. You flick your eyes up to his face, beaming in satisfaction from his flustered appearance, uneven breathing, fluttering eyelashes, gaping mouth, and the beads of sweat rolling down his crinkled up forehead. You choke and gag as he hits the back of your throat, struggling to breathe at this point but making him come is always worth it.

“Just like that, baby, right th-therrreee, don’t stoppp,” Jaehyun proclaims, his voice strained.

He’s predictably close to his peak, compelling you to act on his vulnerability by taking his cock down your throat. Rubbing your sensitive button and humming from the electrifying tingling is the last straw for him.

“Fuck, fuck, y/n, arrrgghh, I’m coming,” he blurts out, throwing his head back.

The vibrations from your mouth overpower him, his body jerking as he shoots salty ribbons of cum in your mouth. You roll back on your ankles when you feel him soften, parting your lips and tilting your head for him to clearly visualize his hot load coating your tongue before swallowing every drop.

You stand up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, stepping away from his limp body to blow out and retrieve a red candy apple candle placed on the nightstand.

“Our safe word is birthday, okay?” you propose in a hushed tone, searching his eyes for hesitation, one hand wrapped around the wax cylinder, the other raking through his soft caramel hair.

Jaehyun’s never been as much of a masochist as you were. His eyes go wide, expectedly, startled by the new direction of the night. This certainly wasn’t the first introduction of wax play into the bedroom but it would be a first to be used on him. He sucks his teeth, blinking momentarily. There’s a spark of excitement shining in his eyes after a few seconds, equally as bright as the tip of the candle wick as he nods affirmatively. You straddle his hips once more, one hand on his shoulder, the other angled to allow a few dots of creamy wax to plop on his chest. He winces, humming in response to the heated stinging sensation.

“You know, when you untie me, I’m gonna pound you so hard, it’ll be hard for you to walk tomorrow,” Jaehyun hisses as more wax cascades down his pec.

“Huh, is that so?” you teasingly muse, a hefty amount adorning his skin in retaliation to his bold comment.

“Baby, not being able to touch you is 100x more painful than anything you could do to me,” he brazenly challenges making direct eye contact with you, a chill erecting the hairs on the back of your neck. “I know you’re dying to have my touch, too, y/n.”

You’re the one who’s supposed to have all the power here yet somehow his gaze is far more intimidating than anything you could muster all night. He darkly chuckles feeling you shutter from his words. “Let me go… it is my birthday after all.”

Scrambling to get off his lap, you undo the knots holding him down, the knots in your abdomen tightening in their stead. You kick off your high heels, replace the candle to it’s perch as he roughly snakes his arms around your waist from behind, his throbbing member stiff against the curve of your ass.

“Now it’s your turn to beg,” he growls in your ear, bypassing the string panties, tracing two fingers through your soaking folds with ease. You yelp when he picks you up and tosses you on the bed.

He molds your body in the exact position he wants you in, lying on your side, ass at the very edge of the bed, knees folded to your chest, twisting your back so he can finally fulfill the promise he made himself of feeling that elastic choker strap beneath his fingertips.

Flashing you a vibrant, vengeful smile, he squeezes your neck in his hand, relishing at the squeak you make in return.

“Happy-” he’s prodding his thick cock at your glistening opening, “Valentine’s-” plunging his length deep into you, “Day-” progressively thrusting into you, “-Baby!”

He’s leaving stinging imprints smacking your ass, hearing you whimper with every swift motion of his hand. His movements stalled, torturously decelerating in pace, relinquishing his iron grip on your throat just slightly.

“Okay, now how badddd do you want my cum?” Jaehyun torments, turning the tables on you.

"I want your cum so bad, so fucking bad,” you whine. He sinks his length fully into you before retracting.

“Oh, wait, I didn’t hear a please,” he nags, a devilish glint in his eyes as he pressured you further.

“Seriously, FUCK, please! I want- no, I NEED your cum,” you weep, furrowing your eyebrows to convey your anguish. “Please, Jaehyun, please.”

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, all you had to do was ask nicely,” he teasingly snickers, then passionately pummels into your pussy with increased force.

The tight exhilaration you feel when he picks up his speed again has you snowballing into paradise, screwing your eyes shut. You sob, every muscle in your core tensing from the striking orgasm. Jaehyun takes great enjoyment in how plastered you look, unable to pry his eyes away from the way your body spasms as you fall apart underneath him. His euphoric climax ambushes him not 30 seconds after your peak, and to up his experience, you intentionally clench your walls tighter around his cock.

He pulls out of you, slumping on the floor, proudly watching cum gush from your slit and seep into the comforter. You incoherently mutter something about cleaning that up tomorrow while he’s rushing to the bathroom to twist the knob of the bathtub. What feels like moments later, he’s scooping you up and tenderly dipping you in the bubbly, warm water, swindling into the narrow space behind you. He engulfs you in his compassionate embrace, lethargically massaging your neck to hear you purr blissfully.

As nice as it was to be in control for 0.2 seconds, at the end of the day, you really were his to use however he wanted, and you absolutely loved that. Even when you weren’t being choked, you’d still feel lightheaded. With Jaehyun, your head was always stuck in the clouds. Even if he wasn’t filling you up with his cock, your heart was always full.

“Happy Birthday, Jaehyun,” you chime, twirling around to peck his cheek.

He quirks his head to catch your lips with his instead, “Happy special occasion, baby,” pausing for a second before a hushed, “you know... any day’s a special occasion if we want it to be…”

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