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Me: ugh, I can’t find my will to live anywhere
Them:
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Me: Oh there it is
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I love seeing Danny Phantom showing up and being like ‘don’t ask too many questions but John Constantine I own your soul. All of it. Lmao sucks to suck bitch’, and he’s usually all Ghost King Full Regalia as he does it, at least in front of the Justice League, but consider—
He just shows up as Danny Fenton.
“yeah I got bored and collected the pieces like Pokémon. Gotta catch ‘em all” says the 5’2 teen who looks like a stiff breeze could trip him. He denies being a sorcerer, or a magician, concedes he’s maybe psychic but mostly he’s just…. The kid of two mad scientists—who have a basement lab where they opened a portal to what he SAYS is not hell but no one is frankly CONVINCED, by the way—and he hasn’t decided what to do with Constantine yet besides getting Danny into some r rated horror movies, but figures he should tell the dude probably.
“What’d you even trade for some of his soul contracts?”
“Don’t worry about it”
They worry about it
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nelkcats · 7 months
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Winter in Spring
Danny was not a spirit of the seasons, he didn't have any idea if those kinds of spirits existed out of movies, what he did know was that for some reason the flowers were behaving rather strangely in one particular dimension right at the beginning of spring. And although he certainly didn't want to affect the place he knew he had to investigate it.
From what it seemed: strange plants that glowed just like those born in the Infinite Realms were appearing in Gotham and coming to life on their own. At first he suspected Undergrowth but the Ancient was offended by the accusation and commented that he was too busy in his haunt to care about a random city. Which turned out to be true.
Then he thought that maybe it was fine: the bright flowers seemed harmless (although they were very very...alive?) and didn't hurt anyone. That was until a red-haired girl seemed to upset them and they started attacking everyone around them; unfortunately, because they were ghost flowers they could dodge attacks very easily and the "heroes" couldn't defend themselves.
So, with no other options Danny traveled to Gotham and well, to put it simply he became a fake winter spirit; what else was he supposed to do? He needed an alibi and to spread ice as quickly as possible. Telling Gothamites that winter was coming early because of him was the least of his problems.
What he didn't expect was that after turning the city into a wasteland of ice and snow (and saving them from the invasion of ghost flowers, you're welcome), some guys in bat suits would start following him around with questions. He also didn't expect one of them to stare at him and ask if he'd be back in winter, he wondered if faking his identity was a good idea.
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the flower ranchers energy is something else this season. they hate each other but also can't get enough of each other. tango's scathing "it's you" to scott at the beginning but his teasing "pumpkin boy" towards him in the last session. scott generally being a menace to jimmy but also trying to help him make a guess on tango's task. jimmy rushing to defend tango and trying to say scott was making things up (and then also the teasing/crooning way he went "he's gone shy, tango!" to scott HELLO??) meanwhile tango was absolutely cackling on the inside bc scott was right and jimmy wasn't getting it.
idk i need to examine that trio under a microscope bc we've never really seen those three properly interact and this is what we get??? /pos
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monstermonger · 1 year
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At the end of it all.
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kagooleo · 1 month
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doodlin some joh’s
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floweypilled · 3 months
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in a situation where post game chara managed to get revived/bodyshare with frisk/whatever along those lines how do u think theyd get along with the rest of the main cast.... like flowey sans papyrus undyne etc etc
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i’m not too good at writing character interaction. have the flowey, frisk, and toriel ones
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humbuns · 1 year
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forget-me-nots; eternal love and devotion
Decided to share my piece for the collab I’m running for Malleus’s bday. Only one more week left guys, get your flowers in before it’s too late!!
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kenchann · 11 hours
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o sleep
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nsharks · 1 year
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i just wanted to say i love your writing so much and i really enjoy following simon and y/n’s relationship! i honestly feel as if you have come up with the most accurate characterization of ghost (through both dialogue and his actions) i have ever read these days and its heart-wrenchingly beautiful to see how he opens up and softens gradually over the course of all these different moments of their relationship. im glad someone else requested the beginning of their relationship (i was curious myself!) but if i could request maybe what y/n’s birthday or an anniversary would look like? what Simon would do as a romantic gesture👀?
simon can be romantic in his own way
You’re almost certain Simon didn’t know it was your one-year anniversary.
Why would he? The date of when he asked (or rather, demanded) that you be his girlfriend wasn’t something the two of you brought up or wrote down in a calendar somewhere.
And he’d been so distracted lately. Didn’t give you the details, but there was some terrorist who had been evading their efforts for almost a year now and sometimes you found him sitting at his desk with a bunch of files, caught up in it all despite being at home.
“The whole point of a break is to not think about work,” you’d tell him, pouting and vying for his attention.
“Hard not to,” he’d grumble and sigh. “You wouldn’t understand, pet.”
So when you do wake up that morning of your anniversary, you’re not surprised that Simon doesn’t mention anything about it. You sort of tiptoe around him, going about your day as usual.
He goes to the gym.
You do some work from home.
There’s a few kisses here and there and he tells you that you look cute today, says he likes the way you’ve put your hair up. But there’s no flowers or breakfast in bed or planned dinner date. Even if he did remember, you couldn’t imagine Simon doing any of those things.
It’s later that evening, when you’ve busied yourself with cleaning up after dinner, that Simon comes up behind you.
You’ve almost forgotten about your anniversary at this point, not willing to get upset about it, when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
Dipping his head to the crook of your shoulder, he mutters, “Did ya know that you’ve been mine for a year now?”
Your chest tightens. You nearly drop the plate in the sink. “Oh. Is that so?”
He hums quietly. “A year ago. Do you… did you remember that?”
He sounds almost hesitant. Frowning, you turn around in his arms and place your hands to his chest. “Simon… Of course I remembered. It’s technically our anniversary, you know.”
“Bloody hell,” he groans and clears his throat. “So ya did know, then? I thought you forgot.”
Your eyebrows knit together. “No, I didn’t forget. I thought you forgot.”
“You haven’t said anything ‘bout it.”
“Neither have you!” You almost want to laugh. Instead, you rub your temples and sigh. “We’ve got to get better at communicating.”
“I didn’t know if I was supposed to… do anything for it,” he says slowly. And you realize that you’ve been a bit unfair; of course Simon wouldn’t know. He had never done this sort of thing before and romance isn’t something that comes naturally to him.
You’re about to tell him it’s okay, that it’s your fault, but then he ends up telling you, “But I’ve got something for you.”
The admission is surprising. He got you something? You could count on one hand all the gifts Simon has gotten you during your relationship. You feel your cheeks warm up at the thought, but you don’t have the chance to question him.
“Close your eyes,” he requests, and you feebly comply.
Not able to see, you feel his rough hand grab yours and tug you in the direction of what you’re pretty sure is the bedroom. Once you’re there, he gently guides you to sit on the bed and you hear rummaging around through the closet.
“You can open ‘em, pet.”
And when you do, you see that Simon is standing before you with a small, plain box in his hands.
“It’s not much,” he warns, but already just the sight of him offering this gift to you, his broad shoulders slung in uncertainty, makes you impossibly grateful.
When you open the box, he sits down beside you to explain each item.
First, a rock.
“This is just…” He is huffing under his breath and pointing to it as you hold it in your palm. “Just a fuckin’ rock. But it reminded me of you. I found it when we were stationed in Austria. I know you like the color purple and I just thought… thought ya might like it.”
On this rare occasion, it’s you who is at a loss for words. You close your palm around the rock.
Not sure what you’re thinking, Simon then reaches in the box to pull out a book. The Sun Also Rises. It’s tattered and clearly been thoroughly enjoyed.
“Read this one back when we were in Prague.”
You take the book from his hands and start flipping through the pages, revealing his barely-legible handwriting throughout it.
“Wrote notes in it,” he explains in a murmur. “Marked the things that reminded me of ya. Hemingway is better with words than I am.”
There’s a few other things in the box. Small trinkets that he’d found over months of deployment. Things that he thought you might find interesting. Things that showed you how much you were on his mind during those times apart.
The last thing you find is a framed photo. Moisture growing in your eyes and biting back a smile, you realize that it’s the only picture you two have ever taken together. Simon wasn’t fond of seeing himself in the mirror, let alone in a photo. It was one you managed to sneak in months ago when you both were laying on the couch. He’s got an arm loosely around your neck and you’re wearing the brightest of glows on your cheeks.
“I thought you threw away this picture,” you whisper, flipping the frame around in your hands as if you can’t believe it’s real.
“I kept it in the closet,” he admits. “But I think… well, maybe we should put it up somewhere now.”
You swallow and meet his eyes. “You’re okay with that?”
Simon nods. “I’m okay with that.”
It seems small. A single picture of you together after almost three years, but it’s so much more than that. A statement of his willingness to push past his discomfort, his fears. Displaying his vulnerability in a frame on the wall.
Roses and expensive dinners couldn’t amount to the love you feel from him in this moment. You place the frame back in the box and lift up his mask to kiss him. His mouth is tense for a moment before it slackens against yours and you end up kissing on the bed like teenagers, touching all over each other and discarding clothing as you try to press all inches of your body against his.
Hands ghosting along the curves of your thighs, Simon pulls away to smirk, “Time for you to give me something, yeah?”
You blush. “I didn’t… I’m sorry, I don’t have any gifts.”
“Shh.”
And Simon is soon shoving off his mask, as he did a lot more these days around you, and settling his stubbled jaw between your parted legs, letting his lips and his tongue show appreciation for the anniversary gift waiting for him there.
You fall asleep at some odd hour after he keeps you up all night, marking his love in the form of soft bruises on your skin and a pleasurable ache between your thighs. The next morning (now that Simon knows that you do, in fact, care about the date he first made you his girlfriend), you wake up to find that he’s already made you breakfast and hung up the framed picture in the living room.
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nectarishes · 8 months
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purple haze weed that’s it that’s the joke
Also doodles here from 2021
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radjerda · 1 year
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Elflings don’t need to know about balrogs, Glorfindel
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mishapen-dear · 4 months
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shoots her with creature beam !!! i think qmouse can shapeshift so actually i can draw her however but i thought it would be fun to give her some extra demon features
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ronkoza · 1 year
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little Stjerne ✨🌿
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nikoisme · 2 months
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Love being obsessed with characters that are barely mentioned or don't have that much stuff about them. That guy over there?? Yeahh i love them. They are mentioned like once. I reread the sentence where their name appears over and over again to feed myself
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julykings · 11 months
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goodbye may
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