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lunamugetsu · 1 year

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I see a lot of people going with the idea that if Danny were to be captured and tortured by the GIW, that the main people that would find him are Young Justice, Teen Titans or the Justice League main heroes.

So I raise you this idea.

The one who finds the GIW facility that's keeping Danny prisoner is The Question. The resident faceless conspiracy theorist hero that works for the Justice League. (the one I'm thinking of is the guy from Justice League Unlimited. The one that got together with Huntress. You can imagine this with the Renee Montoya version if you want, but I'm just thinking of the guy Question)

Now hear me out. The Question is known for having crazy conspiracy theories and in the the cartoon, Supergirl asks Green Arrow why they have the Question on the roster for the Justice League since he has such crazy theories, he must be insane. And Green Arrow replies with that some of his theories have actually turned out to be true.

So couple that with how The Question gets crazy theories and he does investigate them on his own time. It wouldn't be a stretch that he finds out that there's an obscure government agency that he instantly starts getting suspicious of as there's very rarely any documentation he can find about it. But what hammers his suspicions in is the obscene amount of money that's being pumped into that agency and a serious of facilities that somehow exist and yet also do not exist but he knows it's real because some of them required a humongous power grid to be able to have the facility function.

The Question starts investigating the facilities. Going undercover finding obscure ways to get into the building. He gets in finds a super secure, heavily fortified area that he could tell where most of the energy is being powered to keep locked. He finds the lab areas where he can see the autopsy tables all with machinery that are definitely raise some eyebrows. He starts downloading information about the facility from their servers and finds that the codes to unlock the area that was blocked to him before.

He goes to investigate that area and low and behold, who does he see but an imprisoned Danny who has clearly been tortured. The Question would then go "well I'm breaking him out" and just does an impromptu jail break and takes the kid which sounds the alarm. They're getting the heck out of there. The Question contacts the Justice League gets him and the kid to the Watchtower.

Later on Danny is staying with the Question, because Danny need a place to stay and he's cool with the faceless dude that saved him from his prison. The dude is like super chill with all of the stuff he talks about and actively listening to everything he talked about. Even adding comments of his own like

"I knew it! Lunch Ladies are connected with creation of the mystery meat! And they're funded by the government so they can use it as a brain control weapon to control the future generation!"

"The politicians of today could possibly be possessed by the ghosts of the past. They're unwilling to relinquish any power they possessed even in the afterlife!"

Plus, Danny's like completely cool with making food and cleaning up after Question. Because one, the food doesn't come to life and try to attack him like it does at home. And two, the man keeps all of his conspiracy stuff pretty organized so there was hardly anything for Danny to clean up. And sure the guy has a weird lifestyle with things such as brushing his teeth with baking soda because he says fluoride is used by the government to be able to see the people better from their satellites. Or that he'll look through everybody's garbage and would sometimes drag Danny with him to help, which he later learns is a great way to gather information about someone. And having conversations with the dude is kind of creepy when he can't see the dude's face, but he gets used to it and then starts practicing his shape shifting to see freak out the other heroes when they see he has no face.

Meanwhile The Question would have moments while working where he's like "Wait! Did I feed the kid this morning?" also Huntress is there because she doesn't trust her boyfriend at keeping a human being alive, even if they are half dead.

#Danny phantom #DC #DP x DC #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #Justice League #Danny phantom x Justice League #question #Danny Fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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charles' playlist 🎶

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3 decided to add fans' reactions through tweets! this is a bit long ig?

about: in celebration of your birthday, charles dedicates a song to you every instagram post.

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charles_leclerc The happiest of birthdays to the love of my life. Today, the world became an even better place because it gained someone so kind and loving - you. For one of your many gifts, I've picked out a few songs to better encapsulate the way I feel about you and just how thankful I am I got to live in the same life as you.

1. She Chose Me - Bruno Major

"Every night I thank the lucky stars above me, someone as beautiful as she could freely love me and she really loves me. From time to time I ask myself, why was it I and nobody else? The most beautiful girl that I'd ever seen and she chose me."

Eternally grateful I get to call you mine. Despite the highs and lows we have battled together, you chose me - how privileged am I?

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yourusername CHARLES????@?@ I LOVE YOU WHAT IS THIS

mercfan WHAT THE HELL U CANT JUST SURPRISE US LIKE THIS

princecarlos I KNOW oh my god hes so fucking sweet 😭😭😭😭😭

lewishamilton No don't do this I think I'm going to cry (by the way, Happy Birthday, Y/N!)

yourusername you and me both, lew 😔 thank you! say hi to roscoe for me please

lilymhe happy birthdayyyy, my favorite girl 🎉 see you soon!

yourusername thank you, my lily :(( we will drop by soon!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc 2. Baby I'm Yours - Arctic Monkeys

"Baby, I'm yours and I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines, yours until the poets run out of rhyme. In other words, until the end of time."

Okay this one I admit I just liked the melody but hey, the lyrics are for sure accurate, yes? I remember when we sang this at 3AM because we both couldn't sleep. But it couldn't be more right - I'm yours and I always will be, for as long as you'd have me.

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c16c55 oh my god i cannot do this today will i ever find love like this

leclercsainz Gonna go sleep on a highway

pascale_leclerc Happiest Birthday, my dear Y/N! Come over soon when you can ❤️

yourusername we will! i miss you all 🤍

yourusername there's no one else id rather sing karaoke with at 3am 🤍 je táime, amour! also, are you kidding? im keeping you forever 🧘‍♀️

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc 3. Beyond by Leon Bridges

"I'm scared to death that she might be it, that the love is real, that the shoe might fit. She might just be my everything and beyond, space and time in the afterlife,"

You are everything to me, chérie. When I first realized that I loved you, it shook me to my core. I was terrified of how greatly I felt for you; but here you are, the greatest thing that ever happened to me. You were the leap of faith I will always be thankful for and the only sure thing amongst all uncertainties. Have the happiest of birthdays ❤️

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yourusername i am out of words, i love you so so so much, my favorite person 🤍

charles16clerc YEAH WTF charles im gonna need you to pay for my therapy

carlossainz55 Never knew you were such a romantic, mate 😆 happy birthday, Y/N! Isa misses you!

charles_leclerc Only for her actually

yourusername thanks, carlos! tell her to come visit me soon <333

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tagging: @slytherheign <333 mwah

notes: this is my first time trying out putting tweets! how was it so far? hehe lmk ur thoughts!

#charles leclerc insta au #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #formula 1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 insta au #formula 1 social media au #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #f1 x oc #f1 x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc fluff

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Halloween prompts no. 14

Danny gets thrown into the Blue Exorcist universe, saw how Rin was being treated and straight up kidnapped him when no one was looking and took him to another dimension/reality/whatever to keep him safe.

Rin, as you can imagine, doesn't take kindly to being kidnapped and tries to roast Phantom. The fact neither understands the others language did not help. Danny, taking a gamble, dropped his phantom form and raised his hands in surrender.

Rinse eyebrow twitched and he asked wtf he thought he was doing. Danny got an idea and raised a finger ask if asking one moment please before bringing out his phone and typing into Google Translate.

Things go better after that, Rins still kinda mad and demanded to be taken home but Danny refused, saying he wasn't going to send him back to a place that would treat him like that! The fight escalated until Danny confessed he died because people ignored the abuse and neglect from his home situation and he terrified Rin will face a similar fate. This finally took the wind out of Rins sails. Rin comforts Danny who may or may not be crying.

This is when the local heros show up because it turns out they landed in the dc universe. They realize they've pretty much melted part of the city they were in during thier fight and scram before anyone can get a good look at them. They're branded as mysterious villains almost immediately.

Danny and Rin take to stealing in order to survive and start teaching eachother thier language so they don't have to keep relying of the translation app. (Also they can't reliably recharge the phone) They're bonding and building up eachothers self esteem. Rin enjoys having someone who let's him protect them as a big brother should and Danny enjoys feeling safe and protected for once in his afterlife. They both start wearing masks and start stealing bigger marks as supervillians in order to survive.

The Justice League Dark is absolutely freaking out because why is a Gahena demon and some kind of Lazarus Pit child working together?? Demons from Gahena never come here cause they shouldn't even be able to and they had no idea Pit People even existed up until now. And why are they stealing such strange things? The bank robberies they understood but the baby food incident? (They stole a bunch of baby food to help the homeless and low income population) The lab thiefts? (Danny recognized the type of machine they were making was designed to be a portal when the press conference about it said nothing about portals. So he stole it and destroyed it cause it was sus.) The JLD knew they were missing something.

Batman himself eventually tracks them down and finds out

1. They are 14 and 15 year olds.

2. Both are traumatized

3. Black hair blue eyes

4. Both have supernatural abilities they can't fully control

5. Both are very sweet and are being more vigilante than villain

Bruce has already mentally signed the adoption papers.

Unfortunately, Danny has bad memories of another billionaire who kept trying to adopt him and is avoiding both him both as Batman and as Bruce Wayne. The boys run in to Harley Quinn and she figured out these kids needed help. She aids in thier language endeavors and if the only reason she knows Japanese as well as she does is from her binging anime for a few months during a quarantine caused by Scarecrow then thats her business.

Anyway, she gives them not-therapy since she can't ethically give them therapy therapy and in exchange they pay her with cash they stole. Neato. Rin eventually gets onto an ADHD medication that suits him and he's doing so much better. He uses a lot of the coping skills aunt harley taught him and its like hes a totally different person. Granted Rin has to take an ungodly high dose for it to work due to his demonic heritage but they make due. They already rob banks, whats a few pharmaceutical companies?

Ivy and Harley pseudo adopt Rin and Danny and sometimes the boys would just come over to Gotham to hang out or play with the pets. Rin loves cooking and has taken over the kitchen in his and dannys safe houses. He does most of the cooking and keeps the kitchen spotless. Danny does the laundry and dusting and they share most other chores. Rins used to having Yukio sleeping in the same room as him so sometimes he sneaks into Dannys room in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor.

Danny keeps waking up and moving him to the bed. Neither say anything about it and Rin assumes he slept walked into the bed and flees before Danny can be woken up and weirded out. Miscommunication! Yay!

Meanwhile the birdie brigade are on thier tails and watching/spying on them every chance they get. They're already making preparations in the manor for two more people.

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hugmeimtouchdeprived · 2 months

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Ghost! Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader - Chapter 2

Chapter 2!!! I'm busy with school and assignments and looking for a summer job and starting my final thesis, but I write when I have time and energy to do so😊

Let's ignore the fact that I posted this a few hours ago, but deleted it because I came up with something that I really wanted to change so I'm posting it again now

Content warning: Talk of possible stalking and breaking in (not really what's happening, but it's mentioned?), mention of blood.

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“Come on, what else could it be?”

“I’m not being haunted, Donna,” you groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose between two fingers. You glance around the small café, fairly empty of other patrons at this time of the day. The two of you sit next to the large windows, watching as people walk and drive by. It’s a weekday, middle of the day, so most people are likely still at school or work.

Donna is an old family friend. Used to be your neighbour when you were a kid and would often babysit you if your parents couldn’t find another babysitter. The two of you grew close until she got married and moved to the states briefly, before returning with her wife. It’s rare the two of you get time to see each other, but it’s always nice when you do.

You swear she hasn’t changed a bit since you were a kid. She’s in her early 50s, you’d guess, and still just as full of energy as she was all those years ago. Her wife is a bit of a mystery to you, but you know she travels a lot for work.

And that Donna loves her more than anything.

“What else could it be?” Donna repeats for the hundredth time. “You’re being followed by something; we both know it,” she insists. Donna has always been fairly enthusiastic, or at least interested in, the afterlife and ghosts and whatnot. You, not so much. Sure, it is intriguing, what happens after death and all the different views on the subject, if ghosts and spirits exist. Intriguing, but not very believable in your mind.

“You know, there was that terrorist attack in that tunnel a few months ago. A lot of people died there, I heard there was a soldier that passed, too,” she continues, her tone more serious now.

Donna always seems to know things. Sure, the attack, its casualties, have been public knowledge, at least some part of it. But Donna always seems to have more information than even the news do. You always joke she must have someone on the inside of all these things. “Something like that,” she’d respond.

You told her about everything as a joke, to try and ease your own nerves. She ended up taking it way more seriously than you would have anticipated. Maybe you should have predicted that, in hindsight, but at least she doesn’t seem to think you’ve lost your mind.

And sure, you promised yourself you wouldn’t talk about it to anyone, that you’d just go on with your merry life and ignore it, assume it’s a figment of your imagination. But you trust Donna, you wouldn’t be surprised if she knows you better than your parents do. Probably better than you do, if you’re being honest. And things really are getting out of hand with your ghostly friend. Roommate, squatter, stalker, whatever. You’re not sure what to call him, but it’s all too real to really keep ignoring it.

He’s in your goddamn home, your sanctuary, your safe space. Where you haven’t yet allowed even some of your friends to visit, you’re not sure if your coworkers even really know where you live. And this- this thing has invaded it, made himself right at home. Begging, yelling at him to leave you alone, to leave your home at once. The train station and the bookstore were manageable, at least. This? No. No way. This is your home, your apartment. It’s yours! You live alone and you quite like that, thank you very much.

You swear you see the shadow shake and shift, as if trying to hold in his laughter. He does seem to give you more space after that, though; instead of standing right next to or behind you, he stands in doorways, corners of rooms. That’s something, you guess.

And that’s the other thing. He’s so human, you often mistake him for an actual person standing in the corner of your room. It’s like having an extra clingy roommate, following you around the apartment. At least you can shower and change your clothes in peace. (That’s what you think. He’s not snooping or being creepy, of course not! He’s just lonely, needs the comfort of being with someone.)

It’s almost freaky how used to it you’ve gotten. It has been, what, a few months? You know by now that he, whoever he is, isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

The shadow in the corner of your eye no longer freaks you out nearly as much. You still don’t know who he is, or was, why he’s here and with you of all people, but you accept it. Not that you’d have a choice in the matter, anyway.

You watch movies with him. You see him next to you on your couch, almost feel his weight on the cushions, as if sitting next to a real, living person. Somehow, you can just tell when you’ve picked something he likes. The air around you feels different, more relaxed. He looks like he’s leaning forward in his seat, sitting on the edge of the couch when the movie gets exciting or interesting. You hear him laugh, not even the airy sound it was before, but an almost proper one.

He audibly groans if you pick something he doesn’t like. Might even throw a pillow on the floor or keeps turning the tv off. You’ll either scold him and keep attempting to turn it back on until he gets bored and gives up, or you’ll give up first and put on something he might like more. Problem is, you’re both stubborn beings, and might “argue” over the movie for a long time.

During horror movies you find yourself leaning towards him, looking for that feeling of safety he provides. It always takes you a moment to realize you can’t curl into his side, with his arm around you, like you would if he was physically there.

As more time goes by, you see more of him. He becomes more refined, quite literally. Going from a shadow in the corner of your eye, disappearing the moment you try to look at it, to what you’re sure is a human man. You can’t exactly see the details of his features, his face, but there are some things that are certain.

He's tall. Taller than you, at least. Muscular, too, by the looks of it, and wearing some sort of gear. Military, maybe? Donna did mention hearing of some soldier who died in those tunnels some months ago. Or maybe you’re being haunted by some terrorist who has taken a liking to you. You sincerely hope it’s the first one, though.

And then there’s the very obvious gunshot wound to his temple, oozing blood down the side of his face and neck. It drips down his chin and vanishes before hitting the floor. It’s more visible in darkness, or in the light of the moon and stars. You do your best to ignore it, there’ll be time to ask about it later. Surely not a subject he’d be very open to discuss or reminisce over.

At some point, it starts to feel nice to have some company over, even if it means you get little to no privacy. His presence makes you feel safer, in a way. You’re not sure if he could do much if someone was to break into your apartment or harass you at work or while running errands, or if he even would do anything to help you, but it still feels almost like having a guard dog. A dog that no one else can even see, unless he wants to be seen.

That’s what you think, at least. You see him because he wants you to. There’s not much concrete evidence of how ghosts really work, so you’re mostly going on what you’ve read about the subject and different cultures, and your own gut instinct.

You know your ghost can talk, too. A little bit, at least, not quite full sentences. You’ve heard what you swear was a laugh, a groan, mumbled words. He’s getting stronger, and you’re certain he will answer your questions, eventually. You’ll be patient.

One evening, you ask for his name while getting ready for bed in the bathroom. You see his hulking figure behind you in the mirror, dark shadow almost looking like he’s leaning against the wall. Not that you were expecting any response, but it’s still disappointing to not get one. The bar of soap at your sink gets tossed to the floor. “It was just a question, you know. No need to start throwing stuff around if you don’t want to answer,” you mumble as you pick it up. It’s back on the floor as soon as you turn your back to toss your clothes in the laundry basket.

You wake up feeling cold that night. Glancing at the clock, it’s barely past midnight. You close your eyes, wanting to go back to sleep; having an early morning tomorrow, you want to at least try to get a proper night of sleep.

Something’s wrong, though. It takes you a while to realize what exactly that is. It’s cold, unusually so even under your thick duvet. A weight behind you in bed as you lie on her side. An arm around your waist, weighing you down. Someone’s cold, hard chest pressed against your back.

This is a dream. A fucking nightmare. It must be.

Feeling the weight shift behind you, a cold breath of air at the back of your neck, wakes you up rather quickly. The panic settles in slow, creeping up as you process the situation, eyes wide open.

You squeeze your eyes shut, considering your options. You could tear that arm off you and make a run for it. Scream as you go, get the attention of your neighbours; the middle-aged lady whose name you haven’t bothered to learn, who is always so quick to blame you for any and every sound she hears. Or you could just go back to sleep, ignore your problems until the morning, or until the person behind you decides to do something. Just- just ignore it until then.

Or you could turn around and see who it is.

What if they’re not even asleep? Watching, waiting for you to react?

You try to rationalize it, you always do. Always have a plan, always prepared for anything.

Not this, though.

How the hell could anyone ever be prepared for waking up to something like this?

You try to move, to slide out of bed, moving so slow the person behind you wouldn’t notice if they’re truly asleep. Their grip only tightens around your waist, stilling your movement. You hold your breath.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!

What’s a person supposed to do here, in a situation like this? You’ve heard enough horror stories – stories from real life, real people, not mere fiction – about how these things usually end. A woman living alone, someone forcing entry to their home after weeks, or even months of stalking them, getting to know their schedule, their workplace, their life. Every option, every possible action you could take has its risks, and your mind in running a million miles per hour.

You decide to turn, the pure fear getting to you. Fear of simply not knowing who this person is, why or how they’re here, in your home. In your bed.

You turn, moving slowly and carefully again, to face whoever is in the bed with you. Your heart pounds in your chest, the fear and anxiety or what or who you’ll see terrifying you to your very core.

There’s nothing there. In the dark room, you only see the moonlight peeking through the blinds, not doing much to light your room.

There’s nothing there.

Your eyes close and you take a deep breath, telling yourself it was some fucked up dream that just felt too real. You have been stressed out lately, more so than usual, so it's not that out of the question that it would start affecting you in different ways.

You promptly choose to ignore the still cold to the touch indentation on the mattress beside you.

You don’t even notice the now familiar eyes watching you from the corner of your bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!🌷

Also, I've been very busy and stressed recently, mostly with uni and assignments and starting my final thesis. I've found writing this to be sort of relaxing, like a way to get my mind off of things when it gets too much and my brain turns to mush. :)

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nyrasbloodyclover · 11 months

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summer nights (tate langdon x reader)

cw: alcohol, animal abuse (i am so so so sorry), tate being tate, tate being a simp for the reader and reader being obsessed with tate

a/n: i kinda want to make a couple parts for this (like tate one shots in the same universe if that makes sense?)

I was so bored. Ghost life was nothing like I imagined. In my head, I had a picture of it, something demonic, almost like hell after death. But it turned out I was wrong, once again. The afterlife was literally just walking around the house that I was murdered in, haunting it's halls and laying on my old bedroom floor while counting the holes in it. It was convinient because I could walk around in my underwear and not feel cold or hot—something death provided for you.

Well besides that, I had Tate. He was a seventeen year old psychopath who died in here not long ago, but I hadn't seen him much. He liked to hide and appear when you least expected him to. We talked, but not much. It seemed like he adapted to ghost life better than I did. And besides him, no one else wanted to hang out.

The new owners were some young couple with no kids, but a dog and they were annoyingly loud. They smashed the plates for no reason. They screamed at each other when they felt like it. It reminded me of my parents and I wanted them to shut up.

But I wasn't going to kill them. I am not a murderer. I still wasn't sure how to get rid of them, so I did nothing.

I was so bored one day that I decided to do something irrational. Well, there were no consequences when you are a ghost.

It was a hot summer night. I was up in my old bedroom, in a bra and a leather skirt when I heard someone locking the doors. I looked through my window. The annoying couple went out. Thank god.

I exited my room and went to the kitchen. I was curious. I don't remember the last time I ate. I didn't need food to function anymore, but... I looked around the drawers and finally found what I've been looking for. It was locked, but through the glass I could see the colorful liquor waiting, unopened. I never had a chance to get drunk, since I died in the midst of my teenage years.

I couldn't find the key. So I smashed the glass with my fist. I didn't feel pain, so that was convenient. It fell on the floor in million little pieces. I wasn't sure if the liquor was going to have any affect on me, but I didn't care.

I took the first bottle of whatever and opened it, not bothering to take a proper glass. I took a swing and felt alchohol burn my throat. It was relaxing. I always knew I would love it. I drank and drank until the bottle was half empty. I only felt light dizziness but nothing more.

"Save something for the others."

I turned around, bottle in hand, and looked at Tate's relaxed figure leaning on the kitchen doorframe.

"I'm not making any promises. Take it now if you want." I gestured at the other full bottles of various liquor.

"You know you can't actually get drunk, right? You're just wasting good whiskey." Tate looked at me, up and down and I wondered how he saw me in that moment. Dark circles under my eyes, disheveled hair, nothing on me but my bra and some mini leather skirt that probably rose up too high. I was too dead to be shy.

I frowned at him. "Well, it tastes good. And besides, what do you suggest I do to kill this boredom? I would die of it if i hadn't already been dead."

He laughed. "There are plenty of things to do around here if you think hard enough."

I continued to drink, swallowing bittersweet taste of whiskey from almost empty bottle. "So?" I urged him to continue.

"Do you like the new owners?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "Of course not. I would like to see them leave. For good."

"Great. Now listen..."

So he explained to me his twisted idea. And I agreed. Anything to get rid of the stupid couple that lived here.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" His voice was so calming. I was sure I would say yes to anything he suggested. I guess it was in his nature to be so persuasive.

"Why would I say no? Do I look like a dog person?"

He stared at me for a moment, mouth agape, not at my eyes, but the lacy fabric between my breasts. I cleared my throat. His eyes shot upward, "Yes— Uh, no, I guess not. Let's just find the dog."

I smirked as he walked in front of me. I had to admit, it was flattering to be center of someone's attention like that.

The dog was sleeping peacefully in the living room when we got in. I handed him the knife and stood by the door as he walked up to the sleeping creature.

"Ah, so you are scared."

"Not really, I just know you get off on murdering everything living and breathing." He smiled at me.

I wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing because his hand looked so good while holding that kitchen knife I had to stare at it for a whole minute. His ring was just a bonus. I had to rush away the unwanted thoughts about Tate that appeared to me once in every few months.

"You done?" I asked him.

Tate looked at me, a little blood on his beautiful hands, "Are you still bored?" After killing it, Tate dragged the dog to the kitchen and I followed him.

"In fact, yes. So I am going to listen to your previous advice," I chugged the rest of the bottle until it was empty.

"Do they have a record player?"

"Yes, it's in the living room. If you payed attention, you would've seen it." I rolled my eyes at him and went to the record player and saw a whole vinyl collection beside it. I browsed through it and smiled in victory.

Nirvana started playing.

I wasn't a big fan, but when I walked through the house in the middle of the night and Tate was still alive, I heard him play some of their records on repeat. I memorized almost every song. I knew he loved them.

I ran to the kitchen and smiled at him as he butchered the poor dog. It was part of his plan, but I never said I would touch the animal. His black sweater was drenched in blood. "We needed music. Now I'm not so bored." I opened another bottle and smashed the empty one against the wall.

"You really got the spirit." He mumbled while taking the dog's guts and putting it all over kitchen table and walls.

"And you really committed to it." I said while eyeing the mess he made. It was disgusting, but it was going to scare the stupid couple.

I could see he was glad I played his favorite band and it made me happy.

"Would it be too cliche if we wrote 'leave' on the wall?" I sat on the kitchen counter.

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's do it."

I waited until he finished his little art project and took the blood that was all over the floor on my index and middle finger and wrote in capital letters over the wall. I was hundred percent sure I wasn't bored anymore.

Then we went to the living room. He sat on the couch and I layed on the floor almost beside his converses. We waited for them to return.

Nirvana continued to play. "Why did you play them?" Tate looked down at me.

"Because you love Nirvana. And some songs really grew on me. And you have pretty hands. Like really, really pretty."

He raised one eyebrow at me that said Seriously?

I nodded and rolled over to the other side, away from him. Then we heard the door open. Footsteps. And then the horrified screams.

I wasn't sure who got out first, but they sure did leave. Tate smiled from the couch, revealing his dimples that made him look kind and adorable, even if he was diagnosed psychopath.

I started jumping across the room from happiness and Tate laughed.

I clasped my hands together, "What should we do next?"

#tate langdon #tate ahs #tate langdon x reader #ahs cult #ahs coven #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom #ahs #american horror story #american horror murder house #murder house #evan peters fanfic #evan peters x reader #evan peters

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fushiglow · 7 months

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Then I guess you're a better person than me, Gojo!!

Because I hate Gege Akutami and I'm *very* angry on your behalf 😃 I’m (sort of) kidding but damn... thoughts on 236 below the cut!!

I held off posting earlier because I felt like going scorched earth on everything jjk. I took some time to clear up some of the translations I wasn't sure about and let the reality sink in, and now I'm ready to talk about this chapter rationally lol.

Firstly, I wanna say that my issue with this chapter isn’t Gojo dying or even the way that he died. I always knew that Gojo dying was likely, but here?? Now???? I've spent all day turning it over in my mind and trying to make it work, but it just won't.

I think Gojo's 'delusion' (daydream? afterlife?) is really beautiful in isolation. Some of the dialogue is really touching and I think it'll benefit from the emotional impact delivered by the full translations. The problem is what follows.

After 235, people were nervous that Gojo hadn't actually won yet. I waited to see what some trusted translators thought of the editor's comment before deciding it was a conclusive win for Gojo, and what I read reassured me that the win would remain intact even if he died at some point over the course of December 24.

In the past couple of chapters, we were told that Sukuna was 'nervous' for the first time in 1000 years and he thought Hollow Purple at close range would be fatal. At the end of 235, Sukuna is looking pretty terrible while Gojo looks fresh as a daisy after fighting in inspiring, inventive ways throughout.

So to find out that, actually, he *hasn't* won and he's been killed by getting cut in half offscreen feels like shock value for the sake of shock value. There have been a few 'shock factor' moments during this fight and they've always bothered me a little, but I could excuse them for the sake of hype building in a weekly manga. However, I never anticipated anything on this level and I'm genuinely so disappointed.

I think this long-awaited fight ending this way cheapens Gojo's character *and* Sukuna's character (and Kashimo's character for that matter!), and ultimately makes the entire thing feel meaningless. 'Meaning' is the thread that has run through Gojo's entire arc, tying him back to Suguru as he sought to build a better world. I always felt certain that Gojo's life and death would have meaning, even if it ended tragically, but I just can't find the meaning in this. I think I understand what Gege was trying to do, but he really didn't sell it for me.

There’s nothing worse than when a story makes you feel stupid for getting invested, and that’s how I’m feeling right now. I find myself wondering, what was the point in bringing Gojo back at all??? Keep him in the box and very little changes in the story, unless it transpires that Gojo 'weakening' Sukuna for the students was his grand purpose after all which... really??

Even worse, I *always* said if it was between Gojo and the students, I wanted Gojo to die. Since 212, getting Megumi back has been my number one priority, but 236 has achieved what I previously thought impossible. I literally don't even want Megumi to come back anymore, because I just can't imagine how he could live with himself after 'killing' Tsumiki and Gojo. It seems kinder for him to die with Sukuna and I *never* thought I would say that.

I'm feeling like a real clown for the meta I posted after 235. I want to take it down because I was so certain that Gojo had won, but I won't because I don't believe my reading of Gojo's character was wrong. I just think my expectations were too high, even though I tried hard to temper them. Even so, telling Megumi about Toji being left to Shoko? Gojo losing and leaving his students to clean up the mess again?? Gojo not even *mentioning* his students in his dying daydream???

It all just feels wrong. Gojo has been turned into nothing more than a plot device at the absolute last second, and maybe it's on me for ever expecting that he would be anything more than that in a series where he isn't the main character, but why bother writing Hidden Inventory then? Why bother getting us invested in this man's story at all?

Right now, I'm feeling like I don't even want to watch tomorrow's episode, but I am interested to see whether Gege can pull this arc off in the long term. I've seen people talking about resurrection theories because of the enlightenment hints and, while I do see the vision, I think Gojo's acceptance of his death and letting go of his regrets can also be read as enlightenment as he escapes the mortal coil once and for all.

Gojo's dying bloody smile shows he's at least happy in his final moments, so my feeling is that Gojo is truly dead and gone. I really want to trust that Gege will make this work, but damn. This is a tragedy.

(Although, if Gojo actually is at peace in death, maybe that's the reason Gege will bring him back. He'll *never* let that man be happy, I swear.)

To end on a positive note, the SatoSugu crumbs were beautiful and teenage Gojo's facial expressions were wonderful. I'm crying again just thinking about the contrast of that last adorable smile with his blank expression on the next page.

I'm dropping all my canonverse WIPs and working exclusively on AU fics for the foreseeable future 😤 I'm gonna give Gojo all the happy endings he deserves!!!

(fuck. poor poor shoko.)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk 236 #jjk leaks #呪術廻戦 #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen leaks #jjk manga leaks #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #geto suguru #satosugu

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blacklegsanjiii · 9 days

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The naming situation is is so very sweet, mij wake really really loves his soulmate... Whatever kind of soulmate au is it btw :0 like first words, red strings of fait??

Also im thinking of sanji having a wanted poster since like 1 years old and being known as mihawks kid (the bounty stopped updating around 9 when sanji started interning at baratie) so sanji, when meeting roronoa 'i will defeat mihawk and become nr1 swordman' zoro and zoro also saying that mihawks kid is a good way to getting to nr1... Zoro ofcourse doesnt fk recognize sanji as said kid and sanji just finds it very amusing

It's marks that fill in with color when you touch your soulmate and then greys out when you die! Cuz I'm cruel and unrelenting!

Also yeah, imagine the fucking Marine Hunter Dracule Mihawk rolls up with a fucking baby in a baby wrap on his chest and he's like 'die quickly and quietly so he doesn't wake up' as one of the last things you see before dying? Also baby Oisín having a bounty and Mihawk collects them because they're the only photos of them together. It's probably higher than Robin's when they stop updating it.

Oisín who doesn't use swords as his main fighting ability but is very skilled with them and when Luffy and them show up to Baratie, the twirly browed blond just smiles at them. Luffy wants the guy as his cook and he's just laughing and saying he'll see. Then his dad shows up and lets the green haired guy live and the orange haired girl is gone and now he's on the crew.

Zoro probably doesn't even find out until he's on Kuraigana and he's wandering with Perona when they find Mihawk and ask about his soul mark on his chest, grey and dulled but beautiful. The mocking bird flying into grey emblazoned on his chest. He answers she was his son's mother and the love of his life but not his wife unfortunately. When Zoro asks where his kid is Mihawk blinks at him and says 'Oisín is on your crew.' because he can't escape that poster. Whoever takes the photos, Morgans I think?, has just failed in every universe. Zoro and Perona are blinking at him before launching into a fucking tirade on the father.

Finally Perona asks when he lost his soulmate and Mihawk answers that she died three weeks after he was born and that extenuating circumstances meant he and Oisín were on Kuraigana when she passed. That shuts them up as they do the mental math and Mihawk is watching them carefully as Perona bows and apologizes.

"Yes, I promised my dying soulmate to take her one week old the day I turned twenty four. It was a difficult time in my life. Found I became very attractive to a lot of people with those bounty posters." Mihawk says as he goes back to a book he was reading when they bothered him.

"Uhh...are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?" Zoro tries awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. You don't want to have that conversation and Shanks and I drank enough liqueur in her honor I think she's horrified in the afterlife." Mihawk replies evenly.

"Can we see the bounties?" Perona asks so Mihawk shows them and tells them the stories behind them.

#perona #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro roronoa #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #soulmate au #oisín!sanji #answers

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ginger-lime · 3 months

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Will Wood (and the Tapeworms) Songs as Ride the Cyclone Characters!

Recently decided to wade through Will Wood's discography more and I think some of the songs by the 30-something year old dude really embody them

How this half asleep rant will work:

[Character]: [Song(s)]

Explanation of why song is chosen

"Certain excerpts from the song I think embody the goober chosen"

Note: all songs wils be linked when they're written (mostly as youtube lyric videos), also this will probably be very long

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg: The Main Character

Local ‘gifted kid’ teenager has yet to find out that the world doesn't revolve around her and stepping on anyone who doesn't fit in with her isn’t okay, more at 7

"I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene"

"I loot plot armor from NPC’s / Well, they are to me"

Noel Gruber: Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

This song (in my opinion) is really the embodiment of Noel's character. attempting to fit in, being told to "tone it down" by his mother until eventually arriving in the afterlife and essentially going "fuck it, we ball" with Noel's Lament (and Vampire Culture in this allegory) until eventually arriving at a state of peace with Love Me, Normally/It's Just a Ride

"a snowflake only matters in a blizzard"

Mischa Bachinski: 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con & ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic)

6up 5oh with it's plot(?) of running from the police and proceeding to get mistreated by them is how Mischa is viewed by essentially everyone is Saskatchewan (and to an extent how he lets them see him). While ¡Aikido!, is more of his 'passion' side, specifically with Talia. The more aggressive reprise at the end of Aikido in the 2020 remaster also reminds me allot of the techno section of 'Talia'.

"It's never too late to embrace your fate"

"So we can touch instead of feel"

Ricky Potts: White Noise & Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Imagine being so forgotten by everyone around you so the innocent bean stereotype is put on you automatically despite the fact that you’re real personality is far from that and then having a mini identity crisis over it

"You're not meant to sing along"

"I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between"

Jane Doe: Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

No thoughts, story, or plot, just funky carnival music

Constance Blackwood: Falling Up

This song is essentially 'Sugar Cloud' but more melancholy. This is what I'd imagine a song about Constance's life before she died would be about, or Constance's Monologue in song form. What especially reminded me of her monologue was the rapid fire listing of objects and even the title 'Falling Up' being repeated in the song feeling like the roller coaster when it derailed. They're falling but being upside down it feels more like they're flying.

"You make a wish upon the dead, but turn and call it a weed"

"Much larger than life, 'cause from such height / Life looks awful small"

"Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum, Clouds o' spilled milk"

Penny Lamb: Willard!

Aspiring animal conservationist doesn't know how to relate to "normal" people partially due to her upbringing. Parts of the song were the singer wants animal traits the make their life easier reminds me of Penny's whole "I vomit fire" thing before absolutely destroying JK-47

“Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours”

“I've never understood what humans do and want / It's quite confusing to me to try to connect / Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted”

Extra characters outside of the choir:

I'll go less in depth for these as i think most of these are self-explanatory

Karnak: Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world

funky sentient machine is constantly aware of his imminent death and decides to be a goofy goober because of it

Virgil: Tomcat Disposables

rat just wants to vibe and chew on a power cable. oopsies he's dead now

Monique Gibeau: White Knuckle Jerk & Front Street

oh em gee she's so gorgeous and dangerous and the world described in Noel's Lament is very gritty and a little gross

Ezra Lamb: Euthanasia (Live)

this mostly feeds into my hc that Ezra ditched school to go to the fair with the choir and had to see his sister get beheaded, being completely inconsolable, and not being listened to because he's "a kid looking for attention"

It's the end yay!!

That's the end folks! I really enjoyed making this (i am a very big fan of both rtc and will wood) there were a lot of other songs i wanted to include (skeleton appreciation day, i/me/myself etc.) but didn't because either

a. they fit too many characters for me to just pin one to them or

b. the character already had two songs assigned to them

i hope anybody reading this is having a good day/night and listens to will wood more in the future ig

#please let me know if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes #also if any of the links don't work #this drained like all of my computer battery lol #now for all the fandom tags (yipee)#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc musical #rtc jane doe #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #constance blackwood #jane doe rtc #ricky potts #ezra lamb #penny lamb

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 10 months

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Hey, It’s me, and here’s the request I made but with a bit more info.

ya know that crackfic where Lost Silver!Gold get flung into the ceiling by the reader? Well, I wanna see more of this reader and what their personality is like and how they’d interact with the other Poképasta trainers. I’d like think that the reader would be a bit crackhead-ish.

I’d also imagine that the reader mostly uses fighting types and knows and is friends with the mainline FNF cast.

their ace Pokémon would be an Annihilape that would be like “yep, same s**t as always” whenever the reader is up to their crazy shenanigans.

Oh I'm glad you liked that one! I imagine that in the pokeworld, these "creepypastas" existed as mere ghost stories (yes even the haunted bootleg/old pkmn games exist in this universe) but Reader finds out the people in them are real.

Soooo enjoy some crack hcs!

........

Steven

One day you approached Steven while he was waiting in the tower for the next poor soul to challenge him, demanding a fight while pointing to Miki.

You had plenty of guts, and zero fear.

"You, Legendary Pokémon Champion Steven, will fight me and Annihilape right now."

"....who are you?"

"Fight us."

"Wait, aren't you the one who threw Gold onto the ceiling-?"

"YOU'LL BE NEXT IF YOU DON'T FIGHT US!!!!"

That threat's enough to make him finally start the battle, but while you and your Pokémon gave it your all...Steven eventually won and was about to send your soul to the depths below as the loser's punishment-

But your Annihilape suddenly bounced back to life and you commanded it to use Seismic Toss on Miki.

"That's not going to work." He taunted. "She's untouchable-"

Somehow they could use the move on her, sending her crashing on top of Steven and instantly knocking both of them out.

You smiled proudly and fistbumped Annihilape, before you both got the hell out of that creepy tower.

Somewhere in the afterlife, Mike's laughing his ass off.

Glitchy Red

You somehow got into his game, meeting him in Glitch City just because you wanted to see him face-to-face. Steven told you he was a nice guy so you figured you'll pay him a visit.

"Yo, are you the infamous Glitchy Red?"

"...Red is fine. And how the hell did you get in here? And why does your Primeape look like that?"

"No time for that. Can we have your autograph?"

"Wait...if you were able to get in here, that means you can get out, too." He suddenly realizes, grinning sinisterly. "You can help me get out, right?"

"Nuh-uh."

"....fuck do you mean, "nuh-uh"?!"

"Not without an autograph first."

At this point he's 101% fed-up and tries to attack you, but you tell Annihilape to use Seismic Toss on him.

You watch him fly up to the "sky" before he just glitches into whatever invisible barrier's up there.

He doesn't come back, so you two just leave.

Your ghost/fighting type just shakes their head as you huff about never getting that autograph you wanted.

"Hilape, ape."

"Wdym I "overreacted"??"

Grey (+ Shinto)

You were just sparring with your fighting type team during one sunny afternoon....when you heard a boy's screaming off in the distance, slowly growing closer and closer.

Then you see him running towards you, looking back at whatever was chasing him and ignoring the fact he would've crashed right into you--

If not for your Hitmonlee sticking out their leg to trip him, sending him faceplanting into the dirt.

Immediately you recognized him as the guy from that bootleg Pokémon game everybody's been talking about and helped him up.

"What the hell are you running from, Grey? Is Shinto up to her usual shit?"

"Y-Yeah! She's....wait, how do you know who I am??" He stares at you, petrified.

"Who doesn't?" You rolled your eyes. "You're famous, kid."

Grey would've been more flattered if not for Shitno scurrying over to you on all fours.

He screamed again and hid behind your back, blubbering about not knowing why she was angry this time.

However, Annihilape already knows the drill by now---and Seismic Tosses her as far away as possible.

Grey's in disbelief.

"Thanks, but..i-isn't Seismic Toss supposed to throw your opponent towards the ground???"

"Well, we're not in a battle so Annihilape can do whatever the hell they want." You shrugged with a smile.

#clanask #pokepasta x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #hypno's lullaby x reader #strangled red #glitchy red #fnf grey #fnf shinto #headcanons #crack headcanons #platonic

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asshlyyyy · 2 years

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The Inbetween (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

It’s becoming harder for me to write every single day, and I don’t know why. I have all these ideas and I want to write them all, but it comes to this point where I’ll write a sentence... and then sit on tik tok for ten/twenty minutes. It sucks... and it prevents me from posting more.

I want to have some halloween stuff up next month. I have to spooky things planned, might through in some headcanons and what not for daddy!Elvis.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x gn!reader

Warnings: Death, Elvis’ death, burning, fire, death talk, sad vibes?, there is an age gap but nothing happens, Elvis is 39 when he dies in this fic, swearing, most likely spelling and grammatical errors.

Word Count: 3.4k

Song: Perfect for Me by Justin Timberlake

Life... sucked... You've met so many people in your life that you learned that some people wished to be dead. That, their pain and suffering would end once they passed through. Well, it doesn't. You never wished to be dead. You were quite happy. At least you thought you were.

First thing you were alive and happy. Next thing you knew you were staring at your dead body. You were the newbie to the afterlife... well... to the inbetween. A place you knew nothing about, but now... you just know about everything about this god-forsaken place.

As you walked past the famous crowded gate... you put a pause in your step. There was a light above the house, only one you could see, but... someone died... Could it be? No no, he couldn't be dead. He was only thirty-nine, right on the bridge of forty. Then again, you were twenty-two. Did you really have any room to speak?

Maybe it was his father? Or even... someone else? You doubted it could actually be the famous Elvis Presley. Taking a deep breath, you took flight and flew towards the house and inside. Now, you've been to your fair share of famous houses, well houses in general. You were always curious about what some houses looked like on the inside- but oh wow- Graceland... was fucking beautiful.

You placed your feet on the ground and traveled up the stairs. It always felt wrong to interfere with people's privacy... but... someone was dead and confused. You wanted to help out, even if it was Elvis. Taking a deep breath you walked into the bedroom and saw someone asleep in the bed. It wasn't them... So, you turned towards the bathroom and walked in... that's when you saw it.

"Ya know... it's not the worse thing I've seen." You commented as you placed your hand on your hip. Elvis turned quickly and looked at you. His face of confusion quickly turned to worrisome, and anger.

"What the fuck? Who are ya? How did you- what did I? How?" Elvis looked mad.... angry... sad... and yet confused at the same time. He looked like an emotional roller coaster right now, and he seemed like a time bomb. To you, it was only just a moment of time before he blew up on you.

"I can-"

"How did you get in here?!" He spoke up once again. He didn't even give me the chance to reply.

"Listen now-"

"Priscilla!" He yelled and walked past you into the bedroom. You let out a huff and looked at his dead body. It was quite a silly position to die in, but you don't get to choose how to die. He isn't the first person to die on the toilet...

"Priscilla babe... what the fuck!" You walked back into the bedroom and watched as he tried to touch the girl in his bed. The girl whom you assumed was named Priscilla. Elvis turned and looked at you. You could only imagine he tried to shake her awake, only to find his hands going straight through her body.

"You, you did this to me." He pointed his finger at me. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"You're kidding right?"

"I was perfectly fine before you fuckin'... before... before you fuckin' broke in!" He walked over to a dresser and tried to open it, but failed.

"And you thought it was totally fine that you were outside of your body?" You asked him... because honestly, you were quite curious to hear what he had to say.

"I-"

"You're dead, and I was nice enough to come in and help. Clearly, you don't want my help. So, you can suffer." You spat out at him and walked away. Now, you haven't met very many celebrities. Even in death, you didn't see many. You didn't expect Elvis to be... such a bitch. Then again, you couldn't blame him for acting the way he did...

"Wait! Shit, 'm sorry... I- I'm just confused." He rushed after you, reaching out to grab your wrist. You turned to look at him and pulled your hand back.

"Why can I touch you? But not-"

"If you couldn't tell, I'm dead." You responded and walked away, hoping he would understand to follow after you. Which, hearing his footsteps in return led you to believe he did follow after.

You made your way out of his house and lifted yourself up and took to the skies. Elvis stood stopped in his tracks. You could fly? Could he finally be like Captain Marvel Jr. and fly to the rock of eternity? You turned back towards him and saw him staring at you. You let out a sigh and went back towards him. You took his hand and pulled him up.

"Wai- Woah..." You went over to the fence and placed him down on one of the flat tops and lowered him down carefully. You pushed yourself away and gave him a minute to himself.

The king of rock n roll, dead at age thirty-nine. These people just keep dying younger and younger. You just didn't know how he died. It wasn't murder... it seemed to be an internal problem. You knew it would be wrong to ask him about it, but if he asks you how you died... You have every right to ask back.

"What even is this place?" Elvis asked as he watched you fly through the sky in front of him. He only just found out he was dead, so he didn't know the extent of his powers just yet. You paused in your flight and floated over to him, and sat down on the wall beside him.

"It's called the inbetween. It's a place where people finish off unfinished business if they have any. Those who have, they wait to be graded. Unless they want to stay... but I don't know why anyone would want to stay." You explained to him. You didn't know much about the inbetween if you were being honest. You knew more than when you first died, but you still just knew the basic information. You had a feeling that there was something more to this place. There had to be a reason that you haven't been graded yet.

"Graded?" He looked at you confused.

"To see where you belong. Up in heaven, or down in hell." You explained as you pressed your palms against the rough concrete top.

"My mama is in heaven." He breathed out and looked up at the sky. "I can' wait to be with her again... with my brother." You smiled softly at him and turned your head away. So he could be nice? Hmm... that's a change. You had a feeling that Elvis was suffering from something, and maybe... just maybe he can get rid of that soon.

"Let's just hope you can join them soon." You said softly and kicked your feet lightly. Your parents were both still alive. Sad... devested over the death of their daughter... They haven't been the same... They were depressed... Sad... The only moments they were happy is when they remembered the happy memories. Your mama planted your favorite flowers... Your daddy played your favorite records... Your family celebrated your birthday every year... You would've been 37 this year... Yet... You were stuck at twenty-two forever. Why couldn't your life end completely? Like... Once you closed your eyes... why couldn't you move on to a new life? Why did you have to be stuck in here? In this Goddamn hell hole!

"How long have you been here?" Elvis then asked. You let out a sigh and a frown. You knew at some point this would pop up. Along with the question of... how did you die? It always did in these conversations with new ghosts.

"Nearly twenty years." You answered. He looked at you like you were crazy. Well... he looked at you confused. You could tell he was worried. He didn't want to wait another full twenty-some years just to see his mama again. He was dead now, and he wanted to see his mama now.

"Does it take that long...? Usually?" Elvis asked. You knew he asked... because he didn't want to be stuck here for... well... damn nearly twenty years.

"Uh... no... sometimes it takes weeks... months... not that many years. I haven't met someone who has been here longer than I have." You explained. Elvis took in your words and nodded. You could tell he was upset. Most people who died were. You heard of those who went to a dark place first. You couldn't imagine going to a dark place. You would lose your mind. Yet, there are places that you go to... just to sit in the dark. Cry for a few hours... then... scream for a few hours. Up until your throat couldn't take it anymore.

"Do... do you think it's because ya have unfinished business?" Elvis suggested. You knew he was just being sincere, but you thought about it. You thought about your unfinished business and well...

"If it is, I don't know what it is." You lifted yourself off the wall and went to be in front of him. You floated in the air, it was nice being able to float about and fly. While those who don't spend so much time in the inbetween, they never learn how to float... due to the fact that they are in and out quickly... you learned after a year or so.

"I've learned everything I could... I've done everything I could... I... I don't know what I could do... so- I go around helping new ghosts." You shrugged like it was nothing. You accepted it at this point. Well, the person you showed Elvis accepted it. You... well... you didn't.

"Don' a bunch of people die? Every single day?" Elvis asked. You knew what was on his mind. You said you helped those who have recently died. He most likely assumed you went around to every single person who died.

"Always." You nodded and pushed yourself away from him. You went around. It was nice when you could teleport just about anywhere in the world. You've been everywhere! Well, everywhere you wanted to go.

You've been to every state in the united states. There were some boring ones you had to admit... but they all held a beauty within them. You've been to Europe. Not every single country, but the ones you wanted to visit. You absolutely loved Greece! It was everything you dreamed about. You smiled at the memory but you were soon quickly brought out of it.

"Why'd ya choose me?" Elvis asked. Gosh, when did these questions end? Okay, you can't be mad. You were the one who walked in. It was your fault for this. Then again, you were curious and now you were paying the price.

"Let's... I did not choose you. I happened to be walking down the street on my daily walk when you decided to die. I saw the light," you pointed past him, "and decided to come in and help. Well, I wanted to know who died." You admitted. Elvis looked behind you and saw the light that was still shining. These lights usually shined until the person left the property, and since Elvis was still on the property... It was still shining.

"Right right... so you aren't a fan?" Well... do celebrities always ask that? Are you a fan? You're not a fan? It's like they figure everyone to be a fan of them. Then again, you showed up to see who died. So, okay... maybe he had the right to ask that.

"I died when you were enlisted. Yes, I was a fan, but then I died." You smiled annoyingly. Were you being too much? You definitely were. Maybe you should calm it down a bit.

"So- you're saying that... being dead caused you to lose interest in my music?" Elvis looked confused. Like he has been this whole time. You let out a breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm being just all rude about this. Just... I'm tired... and I just... I want... I want it to be over." You floated down to the ground and sat down. Elvis looked down at you and then back up at the sky like he was contemplating something.

"Yeah..." Elvis started as he got down next to you. You turned and looked at him. "I get that. I might've not been stuck in this place for as long as you, but... I've felt trapped ever since I lost my mama. Sure... I got married... but I was never happy. Well, she made me happy, but-"

"You weren't happy. Yeah," you nodded and spoke softly. You looked over as the sounds of sirens filled your ears.

"Let's go somewhere else," You stated and stood up. You took his hand and floated up and pulled him along. You didn't give Elvis any chance to respond. Mostly because he would probably overreact and not let you do it. That's why it was fun to not let that happen. Then again, it's hard seeing yourself being driven away in an ambulance... and then going to your own funeral... It was not fun at all.

"Why'd ya take me away?"

"Listen, Elvis... You don't want to be there." You sighed and sat down on the bench. "When I died... I didn't know what to do. I followed myself to the hospital... I watched my parents break down... I went to my funeral. It... It's not fun... It's... It's heartbreaking... I... Elvis... When the world finds out you're dead..."

"How... how did you die?" Elvis finally asked. You let out a breath and looked down at your hands.

"I was a camp counselor... It was my fourth year doing it... Something bad happened one day... A fire broke out in the mess hall. I-... I went to see if I could help and do anything but... I... I tried my best. I went to grab something, but the door was locked. There was no other way in or out... I... I... burned to death trying to save those kids." You spoke softly. Your voice was fragile, as you tried to keep your emotions at bay.

"I- You went to help when no one would... You can' be mad at yourself for that." Elvis tried to reassure you. It's like he could sense that you blame yourself for not being able to put it out. You died heroically, I died on the fuckin' toilet." You let out a light laugh and shook your head. You sniffled a bit and turned to look at him.

"You're not as bad as I thought you would be." You commented. Elvis raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked in return.

"Well, you were an absolute dick when I first met you." You pointed out. He let out a breath and nodded. It's like he forgot all about what happened so long ago. That's good. It's best to try not to think about your death.

"'m sorry about that... There was just... So much shit goin' on in my mind." Elvis apologized.

"Yeah... no no I get it... I just feel like... because I couldn't help those kids... I help those now who passed away and are lost and confused... Because I can't fuck it up."

"Don' call ya self a fuck up. You did somethin' when no one wouldn'" Elvis scolded you, in the nicest way possible.

"They called the fire department," you pointed out to him. It's not like no one acted upon the disaster. They clearly called for help, it's just that no one did anything at that moment. Probably because they were all smarter then you, and didn't want to die.

"But you took action despite the risks. You died a heroic act. How many people can say that?" Elvis asked. If you think about it, a lot of people died a heroic act, even if it isn't stated on a plaque.

"Probably a-"

"Zero, exactly," Elvis replied before you could finish your reply. You shook your head and looked over at him.

"You did somethin' with ya life. You became a hero to those kids." Elvis said as he reached out and grabbed your hand. You allowed him this time. He brought it close to his heart and held it there. He looked at you with those damn blue eyes and smiled softly.

'I'm glad ya find me... I wouldn' know what to do if it weren' for you." You let out a chuckle and shook your head. You finally pulled away your hand and waved it down.

"Please, I'm sure eventually you would've figured out you were dead. I'm just here to make your afterlife a bit easier... especially before you go to see your mama." You said with a small laugh. Elvis smiled and looked at you. Maybe being dead wasn' so bad. He imagined he would see his mama first, but he was glad it was you.

Little did you know, you would eventually fall for this man. You didn't want to... because you knew the dangers. You two spent every single second together every day for a couple of weeks. You took him to parts of the world he always dreamed of seeing. You took him to famous people's houses. You two did a lot together.

You spoke about the music he wanted to work on, but because of well... his death... he never could. You continued to be his audience for the shows he put on. It was something he was missing a lot after he passed. So, you sat down and he would sing a bunch of his songs. He taught you how to play a few of his songs as well, and how to sing them. Because of Elvis, you found this new love for music you never had before.

Then came the days when you two spoke about what his unfinished business was, and how he could finish it. He thought maybe it was to do good to those he did wrong. Then again, he was a very generous man. Donating money to Saint Jude... donating in general to foundations he believed in. Giving away cars and buying gifts for his closest friends and family. It was a mystery this man had unfinished business.

Well... that was until...

When you couldn't find him... you knew what happened, and you knew you would never see him again. Time and time again you told yourself not to let this happen. Not to fall for someone while in the inbetween... It never ended well for you... and you knew that. You were going to be stuck here, and the other would get to move on

"So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid. 'Cause I've tried to forget you. But these things just don't go away, away... I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me. If I didn't know better, then I would believe. We were made for each other. But I'd know the truth. You're no good for me, I'm no good for you. And I hate that you're perfect. You're perfect for me. I hate that you're perfect... you're perfect for me..." You sang out quietly.

Your hands clasped your shirt tightly. You knew this was going to happen... God, you thought about it every night you laid awake on your old bed. Part of you knew he would leave... It wasn't like it was his fault... God just decided it was his time to join his mama up in heaven... And once again you were stuck. Stuck in a place you didn't want to be. A place where you continued to rot for years. You were getting bored... You were running out of things to learn...

You learned to sing... play piano, guitar, bass, drums... every possible instrument out there. You learned to draw and paint... You learned how to roller skate... how to ride a skateboard. You learned how to dance... Just about everything possible you could learn how to do... you learned. You were tired... You wanted it to end... but yet... you were already dead.

You helped those around you who died and still... you were stuck... and the one thing that made this place easier was gone... He was probably in heaven now with his mama... and here you were... forever and always... stuck in the inbetween.

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winterchimez · 8 months

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hi! could you recommend us some sangyeon fics?

hiya anon! hehe ofc i can!! here are some of my absolute favs:

still with you - @solarwonux

this is hands down one of my ult fav Sangyeon fic. like literally within my top 3. i can't tell you how many times i've reread this bcs THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS I FELT READING THIS OMG 😩😩😩 and i cried so badly at that particular scene 😭😭😭 100% rec i love love this fic so badly i will take this with me to the afterlife fs!!! (if you'd tell me i can only choose one fav fic then THIS IS IT!!!)

two months - @sungbeam

lmao here's a little tmi abt this fic. so remember when Sangyeon dropped those ✨ahem✨ arm pics when they were in Macau and beam was talking to me abt it in the dms and was basically coming up with so many scenarios. i told her to write it hence this fic was born 🤪 if you want some ✨hot topless Sangyeon✨ then yes. this is the one to go to 😌 (this fic traumatised me so much that after reading it i had to distract myself with anything i could think of for HOURS, so you can imagine how it has def impacted moi 🤡)

beautiful mess - @cupidjyu

this is another one requested by me hahahaha but im so glad yumi wrote this bcs!!!!! yall there's just something abt men blow-drying your hair it makes me go all soft and mushy inside 😔😔😔 so yes this is now my fav Sangyeon comfort fic 🫶🏻

hate is a strong word - @daisyvisions

i don't see much e2l trope for this man so!!! omg the way i was DOWN SO BADLY LIKE???? MAKING OUT WITH HIM??? AND HE HAS MY FAV HAIR COLOR IN THIS STAPPPPPP love love love this a whole lot (btw there's 🔞 content so mdni!!!)

want you back - @jumilkies

the way my heart clenched reading this 😭😭😭 exes to lovers trope is also something im always down for 😩 and i loved how the story wraps up towards the end!

business or pleasure // drunk desires - @biaswreckingfics

Sangyeon as your hot ceo, do i even need to say more. just imagine gen Z Sangyeon. yes that's the tweet. 😔❤️ and oml drunk desires!!!! i have never been the same after reading that ngl 🫠

from the heavens - @bae-del-moon

a royal and fantasy au for our Lee Sangyeon omg???? this is such an underrated series icb not many ppl know abt this 😤 so pls pls do check it out i can guarantee you that it's def worth every single minute. periodt. ✨

sweetest tongue and sharpest tooth - @jeongjaebae

as a crime writer myself yknow i love me some thriller 😌 and omg boy did i get goosebumps reading this!!! it has def got me hooked till the very end & again!!! another underrated fic 😩🫶🏻

tattle-tale - @sankyeom

as someone who works in the childcare industry i find myself relating to every single point in the fic!! this is such adorbs and just basically very fluffy fluff and i loveeeee it (also the fact that Sangyeon loves kids too just makes this a thousand times better 😔)

#❄️ — asks!#📖 — fics rec!#sweetest anon! <3 #lee sangyeon x reader

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npcemi · 10 months

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The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 3: The history of the mirror born and self defense lessons for a teenage phantom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/121399486

Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.

“Clark how the absolute fuck did you manage to piss off the King of the Infinite Realms before we even sent a delegation to smooth things over with him, you absolute wanker!”

The three made their way back to the table as Constantine took out another smoke and toasted it off with a single inhale and ground the butt under his heel.

“Constantine, I would prefer you didn't smoke in here.” Superman chided.

“And I would prefer if the king of the infinite realms didn’t have a bloody vendetta against you, why is that Clark?” Constantine snapped punctuating Superman's ‘real’ name since he seemed to want to hand that out to any entity that managed to appear before him. Honestly, the man was lucky he hadn’t encountered any fair folk or djinn. Constantine sighed because it seemed to be he was one of the only people who understood just how fucking screwed they all were.

“He mentioned something about Conner,” the man of steel said, shaking his head with disdain.

“Conner?”

“Just some Clone Lex created to destroy me. He’s with the young justice team for now, I’ll handle the situation with him when I get the time.” Constantine didn’t like the tone or the insinuation of Superman’s words. He pitched the bridge of his nose in frustration, took a drink from his flask, and magically re-arranged some slides on the presentation.

“This was meant to be a footnote, but since it seems to have been the second biggest reason the big blue idiot has pissed off the King of the Infinite realms.”

“King?” Superman questioned.

“The spectral entity who put you through a wall.”

“The kid? Look he just needs a firm guiding hand and…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Constantine sent a spell to seal the Man of Steel’s mouth.

“Let me start with the fact, spectral entities don’t always look their age. Now let's get a move on with the lesson. Starting with the mirror born or clones as we mortals may know them. Do not insult the mirror born in front of any ectoplasmic entity. Poltergeists, spirits created by magic, or even lesser spirits may not have a problem since they may not come from the realms. However, ectoplasmic entities are a different story. They come from the infinite realms and have different cultures. They are also significantly more powerful than the aforementioned types of spirits.

Ectoplasmic entities are always unique, no two are exactly alike, ever. There are only four ways ectoplasmic entities can reproduce. Someone or something dies in a state of high emotions amongst a high concentration of ectoplasm or they don’t make it to their assigned afterlife and end up residing in the realms. Two they are naturally formed within the realms. This is how the most powerful entities in the realms are formed.

They are called many things, never born being a common one. It’s a bit of a misnomer really, but I digress. Archdemons and some types of angels are known to have formed this way.

Then there are the Primordial beings, they represent concepts like death, time, space, connection, etc. The third way is better left undiscussed as it's not good for mortal ears and imaginations.” Constantine looked like he was going to vomit at the thought of two ghosts somehow physically having sex and he’s had some interesting partners in his surprisingly long life.

The third is the creation of a mirror born. For ectoplasmic entities mirror born are beyond rare and nearly impossible to create. Two of the same being are not supposed to exist. In fact, as I or Dr. Fate could find there have only been three known mirror-born ectoplasmic entities.

The first is known as Anu. They were created from one of the first ectoplasmic entities, Anki. Anki created Enlil, a being associated with storms by the time humans came around. They are the embodiment of energy, force, connection, and authority.

It is said that Enlil split Anki into Anu and Ki. The first Mirror Born was created. Anu would become the sky that held all things. They would become the realms themselves. Ki would go on to become the earth, the first realm to ever exist. Some say that Anu was the first king of the infinite realms, others say it’s Enlil. It all became muddied with time. However, that is how the first two Mirror Born were created. Perfect mirrors of each other and the being they came from.

As you can see, it makes sense why ectoplasmic entities hold mirror born, or clones as you put it, in such a high regard.

One of the other reasons is that the Crown Princess Danielle Phantom, daughter of High King Danny Phantom is a mirror born.” After his explanation, Constantine’s eyes began to narrow at Superman.

“So by insulting Conner and calling him a thing, you not only insulted the King’s daughter to his face and you insulted the realms themselves.” The blonde magician laughed as he continued.

“That’s not even the worst of it before you even basically spat in his face. You Clark, did the one thing you are never supposed to do with a spirit and asked how he died, I’m honestly surprised you're still here to listen to me berate your dumb ass!”

Back at Fenton Works, Danny snuck through his bedroom window glad his meeting with the JL was over. That did not go how he expected, sure he expected Superman to not understand things and be still warming up to the idea of having a clone. However, he did not expect the man to be such an obstinate dick about the whole thing.

“Danny, you’re back, how did it go?” Danny looked up to see his sister Jazz. She must have seen the look on his face because her next question stopped the halfa in his tracks.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She said her face softened with worry.

“Can I have the hug?” Danny’s voice was barely audible as Jazz sat on the bed next to him and pulled him into a soft embrace cradling his head in the crook of her neck as he began to sob.

“I’m sorry…”

“You have no reason to be.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Shh, it will be okay,”

“I didn’t mean to die…”

“I know,”

“I didn’t know I would, it hurt so much when I, it hurt so much, I didn’t, I’m sorry Jazz…”

“It’s okay now Danny, I’ve got you, you're safe…”Jazz held Danny for over an hour. It took over an hour for Danny’s pain and sorrow to abate. Jazz knew there was only one reason Danny would act like this, why she knew he fought against the instinct that would cause any other ghost to lash out violently. She knew someone had broken one of the major taboos. Someone had done the unforgivable. They hurt her brother, her Danny whom she had basically raised since their ‘parents’ had started working on the portal. How dare they do this to him.

After Danny had time to regain his composure, Jazz looked at her brother with a stone-cold bright green-eyed look that meant danger to anyone with a sense of self-preservation.

“Who?” Her voice was quiet, however, the growl came from the depths of her chest.

“Jazz it’s fine…”

“Danny!”

“Jazz, I promise it’s fine. I put him through a wall for asking.” Jazz knew her brother was being intentionally vague. Danny knew that she knew all of the contingencies they both created in case one of the major superheroes was possessed by one of Danny's enemies. The last thing the universe needed was a princess of the infinite realms to kill one of the world's most famous heroes in cold blood. Jazz didn’t care, if someone hurt her family, they forfeit mercy.

“hmmphf .” Jazz's curt response said she accepted Danny’s words, but would still act if she felt the need. Danny shrugged knowing he wouldn’t win this argument.

“Danny!” Danielle’s scream was heard as she floated through the ceiling and crashed into her father. Danny greeted her with a ruffle of her hair.

“How did it go with superman?” Dani asked

“I think he got the message.”

“Did you have to beat him up?” Dani air boxed with a wide smile to punctuate her point.

“Well, I threw him through a wall and gave him some time in the nightmare realm. I’m assuming he got the message.” Danny said to his daughter with a mischievous grin. What he didn’t see was Jazz’s eyes narrow at his words.

“What happens if Superman doesn’t get the message?” Jazz added in a suspiciously casual manner. Danny saw his daughter's face scrunched with worry.

“How about this, I’ll go to your next clone support meeting invisibly, and if Conner says there hasn’t been any improvement. I’ll go to Superman right afterward. How does that sound?” Danielle nodded her approval.

“King Phantom!” Everyone turned to see an observant floating in the room.

“What do you want?” Danny snarled.

“You called upon the power of the realms and the crown of fire today. It could be felt across the realms!” The sentient eyeball accused.

“I did not!” The eyeball pulled out a mirror and it started to play,

‘Danny then turned to look at Constantine, “It looks like you just started your lessons on dealing with ghosts.” There was a distinctive change in Danny, his eyes were the biggest change. The sclera was bright green and his pupils were the darkest black that Constantine had ever seen. It was like they had absorbed all light leaving nothing behind. Like endless black holes.

“John Thomas Constantine, ̸̢̪̉t̵͉̩͊̌é̴͚a̴͔̥͆̂c̸̪̳̔͝h̷̖̞̃̎ ̶̢͔̅͐ę̸̘̈́̕v̸̝͙̈̊e̷̗͚͋ṙ̴̞̜y̸͕̤̒ǫ̸͕̉̔n̸̯̄e̵̥̠̓͗ ̷̢̧̄h̸̟͗o̴̺̩̅w̷̝͌ ̵͚̈́́t̷̖̍̀o̵̠͝ ̴͖̍͠ͅp̸̡̞̎̌r̸̞̝͋͘o̶̎̎͜p̵̰̉ͅę̶̛̔r̸̦̻̂ļ̷̳̏ÿ̷̭̺́ ̵͚̗̅͘ŕ̶͎̇e̷̛̯͊s̸͔̃̄p̸͘ͅe̵̢̘̍ĉ̷̺̜̄ţ̷͗̕ͅ ̷̩͉͆t̸̥͔̔̐h̸̻̊e̴̝͘̕ ̸͉́͂ ̸͓̱͌́a̴̢̓n̶̺̺͂̋c̸̗͋͜ị̶̀̀ḛ̷̭̀͊n̷̳͍̾t̸͓̭͠s̷̩͆͛.

I suggest you start with etiquette.”

There was definitely another voice layered with Phantom’s, it was a feminine voice that was exactly a perfect fifth above Phantom’s own. Danny tilted his head and looked at the occultist with a grin that looked like a feral saber-toothed cat before disappearing. Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.’

“You did the double voice thing!” Danielle giggled doing her signature spooky jazz hands.

“As you can see you did something so irresponsible, that could affect the entire realms!” The observant shouted as Danny held up a hand,

“First off I didn’t do that, and I don’t control what she does.”

“Are you saying you, the King, cannot do something as simple as control the crown of fire?” Danny was getting really frustrated with the eyeball. He wasn’t the only one. Everyone stopped to see Danny pause for a moment before he let out a small laugh.

“You and I both know no one controls the crown of fire,” Danny said before shrugging,

“Besides, you know for a fact that the Crown has less self-control than Danielle at that knock of taco bell in Colorado.” The observant made a noise that could only be described as a scowl. Danny turned to his daughter, “Do you still have your patented Fenton anti-creep spray?”

“Anti-creep spray?” The observant questioned as Danny began to line up Dani with the observant.

“It's a mix of pure capsaicin diluted in a 50/50 mix of ectoplasm and 99% isopropyl alcohol that is then put into a pressurized container.” Danny said as he guided Dani’s arm, “Remember what I said?” Dani nodded,

“Aim for the face, eyes, and move in a zigzag pattern.” Danny placed his hands on her shoulder.

“Good, now let her rip!” he said as Dani depressed the trigger on the can and the spray covered the entire observant’s eye.

The floating eyeball now bright red screamed running into the dresser, a chair, and several walls before disappearing.

#dpxdc #dpxdc au #Constantine wished he got paid but realized it would never be enough anyway #everyone should own a can of fenton anti creep spray #Danny gets a hug this chapter #danny fenton

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themoleofmarco · 10 months

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Magic as Security in SVTFOE

But magic isn’t an allegory for capitalism in Star versus the Forces of Evil. Besides the fact that a one-to-one allegory is boring (”I’ve always been looking for the quadruple entrende, what Shakespeare could do,” as Courtney Love says, and Shakespeare scholar and literary beacon, Marilynne Robinson has said as much in interviews), it just doesn’t make sense as a direct allegory. The show’s observations about financial situations were actually pretty direct: Rich pigeon’s character and his kingdom’s quick rise in Mewni society is clearly not hiding the show’s thoughts about capital power (and it’s actually one of the more nuanced takes on capitalism, without ever endorsing it). But Star and her family are part of a feudal system, not a capitalist one. The writers have something else up there sleeves, at once more relevant to their young teen audience and more all-encompassing of a kyriarchical structure than a simple take-down of capitalism.

Instead, the whole show starts to cohere when you see magic metaphorically standing in for a sense of security. It may seem like I just made my own one-to-one allegory, but the way it’s applied in the series is anything but some pat moralistic offering. In the first season, the influx of magic serves to free Marco, “the safe kid,” from his rampant anxiety. In fact, Star and her magic early on, when read as a metaphor for security, serve to distinguish security from safety. Marco’s desire to be always prepared but never in danger is radically flipped by fiery rainbows, laser puppies, and giant monster squirrels. He has to make peace with chaos and trust (that is feel secure) in his abilities to accept the unpredictable nature of his new reality, find means to respond to the chaos (rather than avoid it), and get through to the other side of his efforts and often pain. Cartoon logic of course helps with his survival but the theme of developing the emotional security to face one’s problems stands pretty sturdy.

This idea of security evolves with the show to depict the role fear and safety play in constructing gender roles and racial hierarchies--and how the gift of emotional security can allow exploration and disruption of these prejudices. It’s infinitely queering (an aspect that the show explores in many, many ways). I want to point out here how integral security and imagination are to one another. The well of magic is a source of comfort for Star, eventually for Marco, and for many other characters who get to be close to it, in the way it explodes and rejects norms to privilege an individual’s emotional landscapes, which then find unique manifestation in their spells.

How does something so beautiful eventually go wrong, then? One place to look for an answer is the council, who manage imprisonment, travel, and time-space. The first two, have a pretty clear parallel to contemporary institutions--prison systems and immigration--that purport to provide security, and in many ways, do, for the members of their nation. Time-space might be harder to parse out, except that when we consider that Father Time is a distinct entity from time-space. Time-Space is not time itself but the concept and practice of alternative realities and multiple chances, as seen in the “Mathmagic” episode. It’s a similar philosophical belief to many afterlife concepts. All of these systems privilege the Self and provide emotional security, but do so at the cost of others’ liberties. Capital, as it is now, functions along those lines, which is why I think many made the connection between magic and capital; it’s not wrong, but it’s not broad enough--we named it a square but didn’t acknowledge that a square is also a rectangle and a quadrilateral.

When magic is destroyed in the end, the rulers of Mewni gave up security. They give up security in their own safety, the safety of their people, and assurances of happiness and life, itself. Required for this act: trust and emotional security. It’s the paradox at the heart of the show that magic is required to destroy magic. Emotional security is required to let go of emotional security. On the other side is a more dangerous and strange world but where everyone is in peril together, and doing their best to address it together, too.

There are deeply queer feminist , democratic, antiracist, and globalist implications to this conclusion that got drowned out by shippers in the fandom. And many, perhaps invested in a grassroots-led and enacted revolutionary movement, were turned off by the finale and turned on the show overall because of it. (Others have complaints about rushed pacing, which is funny to me in a show whose core humor relied on manically-paced jokes and plot lol) But more narratives of revolution, especially one’s that acknowledge anticolonial struggles, like Andor, are beginning to acknowledge the solidarity across groups and classes historically required to ignite change (and svtfoe, with it’s references to the Mexican revolution among others, which I wanna address in some later essay, certainly fits in this category). The world at the end of the series will never be the same, which is a revolutionary promise without the fantasy of utopia. It’s gonna get a little weird and a little wild, and we can figure it out together.

#svtfoe #svtfoe meta #star butterfly #marco diaz #tom lucitor

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