How would Bowser react if the reader (y/n) would often cry and get scared because the reader did not want to be kidnapped by anyone at all:p

It isn't right that you're afraid of him. Something very deep and instinctive in the King's biology tells him that your fear of him means he's not doing a very good job of being a partner. Partners aren't meant to be afraid of their partners, and if they are, then it's a clear sign that something is very wrong.

The reason for your terror being that he'd kidnapped you flies completely over the Koopa's head.

He'll try damn-near anything to get you to stop crying at the sight of him.

He gives you your own room, a large and luxurious suite opposite his, with a door that locks from your side. Though in hind-sight, he supposes the lock wouldn't ease your mind any when it's more than clear that he can simply smash through the door without any real effort to get to you.

In another effort to earn your affection, not your abhorrence, Bowser constantly tries to adorn you with an array of shiny, sparkly things that only seem to give you something else to avoid in your room. You avoid the bed he gave you, along with the silken sheets and extravagant canopy. You avoid everything in that bedroom, even the new dresses he had made especially for you. Stars-forbid he ever tries to drape a new necklace around your throat, you'll nearly cut yourself on the stone in your haste to rip it off and toss it across the room, quivering anxiously like a leaf in a hurricane.

He just can't understand. Everything he's doing is supposed to be 'the right thing.'

Gifts. Finery. Space. Copious affirmations of adoration. He writes you songs, extending a clawed hand in your direction to invite you to sit beside him at the piano as he sings, yet you only flinch from him as though you expect his fingers to snap shut around your wrist like a padlock and chain.

Nothing he does works.

The only time you ever looked at him with any semblance of positivity was when he told you he'd be leaving the castle for the day and wouldn't be back until late.

It... hurt, he supposed, to realise his absence made you happier than his presence. He only later learned why you were so excited that he was leaving. You made an escape attempt that very day - attempt being the optimum word - and ended up injuring yourself in the process.

His koopa guards locked you in your room, and when their King returned and was informed of your little escapade, he lost his temper entirely. Not with you, but with those responsible for not keeping a closer eye on you. You hid yourself away in the ensuite bathroom whilst he raged and threw his weight about through the whole castle.

It took Junior nearly three hours to coax you out of your hiding place...

After that, Bowser makes a real, conscious effort to gentle himself around you.

He's big, strong and loud. It's just his nature, he can't help that. But when he enters a room, he no longer throws the doors open to announce his presence if he knows you're in there. He's started knocking. Something utterly incomprehensible to his subjects, who have only known him to go where he pleases without a qualm.

He stops rushing over to try and dry your tears whenever he catches you letting them slip, having at last learned his rapid approach only seems to make you cry harder.

He stops trying to decorate you, realising you're happier in your own clothes and your own, modest jewellery.

He just... wants you to be happy here. This is your home now, you shouldn't be afraid in your own home.

Day 30: Post-Reveal

After Danny's secret is out, I like to think Dash and all the other popular groups at Casper High suddenly wanted to be BBFs with Fenton. ( Ignoring all the past bullying...)

CAMP NANO DAY 12

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Danny could have cried in relief. All of his hard work (and Jazz's pointed words with the more friendly of his rogues) had paid off—Danny could finally, finally take a nap. His homework was caught up, all his chores were done, his parents were off terrorizing yet another ghost hunters convention, and the only ghost he'd had to deal with the entire day had been a blob ghost making itself at home in the neighbor's trash can. With Jazz and his friends on deck for emergency ghost wrangling, Danny couldn't find it in himself to feel anything but relief as he buried himself under his blankets on his rarely used bed.

As the sixteen year old half ghost started drifting off, eagerly looking forward to catching up on his sleep, a familiar green glow appeared over his bed and a bone chilling gasp got stuck in the back of his throat, startling Danny awake. "No, no, no, come on!" Danny cried out in frustration. "Just one undisturbed afternoon nap, is that too much to ask?!" Half expecting Wulf to come tumbling out of the dimensional tear that was suspended above his bed, Danny changed forms and sat up against his headboard. If the Esperanto speaking ghost showed up, Danny wanted ready access to his ghost half's innate understanding of all languages spoken by the dead and the NeverBorn.

Instead of Wulf, however, the person who fell through the unstable portal and onto his bed was wearing an armored costume. A very familiar armored costume. What was Nightwing doing in his bedroom?!

The Gotham vigilante quickly rolled off his bed and landed in a crouch, visibly taking the situation in. It was something Danny, himself, had done many times over the past two years, and personal experience had him raising his hands and carefully holding them away from himself as a peaceful gesture. Even though Danny was hella confused, he let Nightwing dictate when the questioning began.

He wasn't even going to think about the kinds of questions his bedroom would raise or the deductions that one of the superhero community's greatest detectives would be able to make from this experience. That way led madness.

Apparently satisfied with his visual scan of Danny's room, Nightwing turned the majority of his attention to Danny and asked, "Who are you?" Overall, definitely one of the better questions to ask in this situation.

"I'm Phantom," Danny replied, then cringed at the remembered lecture from Pandora about titles and using them and amended his statement. "King Phantom, I guess."

Nightwing's attention narrowed in on him at that, feeling almost like a laser. "King Phantom? Ghost King Phantom?"

Danny scowled at that, suddenly understanding the gist of what had happened. "Let me guess, some hoity toity big wig fruitloop kidnapped and sacrificed you to the Ghost King, either for favor, power, immortality, or all of the above?"

His reaction seemed to have set Nightwing off balance somewhat, as the man hesitated slightly before responding much less hostilely. "Yessss? I mean, the Lazarus Pits have been growing less and less potent over the last two years, and Ra's seems to be getting more than a little desperate. Apparently he did the same ritual once before, about four hundred years ago, and ended up with the Lazarus Pits. The same Pits that are losing potency at a frankly astonishing rate."

"Of course," Danny mumbled with a curse and a facepalm. "Here's the problem. Two years ago, there was a different Ghost King. He was very much not a good dude, very power hungry and very evil. He probably received that sacrifice four hundred years ago and decided it was a good investment, and so created those Lazarus Pits as a show of favor. They probably granted inhuman power and the ability to cheat death, right?" At Nightwing's nod, Danny continued. "Yeah, see, there's no real way to cheat death, not like that. Death comes for everyone eventually, you can just prolong the inevitable. Ever since I defeated the previous King in ritualistic single combat, all favors, spells, and curses put in place by the former King have been dissolving without the power of the throne behind them. Unless the new King, me, reinforces those favors, spells, and curses, they will eventually wither into nothing." Danny saw Nightwing start to pale and hurried to reassure him. "Luckily for you, I have no intention of doing that. You'd become my thrall and effectively die right here and now if I did. I really don't want to do that, you're one of my favorite heroes ever, so instead what I'm going to do is basically quicken the process of those Lazarus Pits drying up. Anyone willing to sacrifice one of the heroes of the world for a little bit of power and prolong their death will never find favor from me," Danny declared, feeling his eyes flash silver as his Royal Decree was written in the very fabric of the universe. "Now! How about we get you back to where you belong!"

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So sorry for missing yesterday, my boyfriend flew in from out of state, so I had to go pick him up from the airport, which was almost three hours one way, and I ended up with hardly any time to write. I also forgot to write for a good portion of today, so this was a bit rushed and not at all what I was originally planning on writing (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ but hey! Another prompt from the Batpham server has been written and published! (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ

I'm trying to finish Cryptid Crash Course chapter 3 for y'all, but I can't quite get the opening to work the way I want it to, so I'm letting it sit and marinate in the back of my head (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）don't worry, I'm planning on finishing the entirety of Cryptid Crash Course this month! I just don't know when that'll actually be ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Once again, if anyone wants to add on to this, please feel free! I fully intend for this to be the only time I touch on this world, so it's free game, y'all (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ have at it!

Have a good morning/day/night wherever you are!

Does anyone ever think about how Leo Valdez was probably the worst to get posessed by those wind spirits to attack New Rome? Like he said himself he could only watch himself do it and he was very aware that it was "him" who fired the canons but it was entirely out of his control. He probably felt like he was back at 8 years old, seeing his home burn, not being able to do anything about it. This was the second time he felt like it was his fault but at the same time entirely out of his control that a home was burned down/fired at. First the home of him and his mom, then the home to his friend.

And what I also think about is how, with his aunt calling him a demon or a devil or smth, he must've had enough religious trauma and questions about his back then unexplained fire-abilities that at some point, that little traumatized boy went "what if I am posessed by a demon?"

And then he does get posessed by malevolent spirits. And attacks his friend's home.

And all he can do is watch.

Just finished Kingmaker and am in chapter two of Wrath of the righteous and I find it funny they take place so close in time.

Cú and Gil's voice actors when their characters appear in the 76281934th installment of the same franchise

fun little secret about me, deep down im a law kinnie...

I hate the fact that Eddie's my favorite cuz a lot of the bad stuff happens to him

oh...cool. the baby tooth in my mouth is like cracked. yippee...

I wrote a thing. And haven't shared the link here yet, so I guess that counts as Miami Vice day content. 😅😅😅

Tubbs and Crockett have a shit ton of meets in all kinds of clubs, what if one went decidedly south?

Crockett/Tubbs pre-slash/pining, H/C, heavier on the hurt since it started as something for Whumptober, and one shot, though I'm currently pondering a follow up with more of the comfort.

Mostly it was an exercise in just getting back into writing. Anyhoo, enough waffle. Link below.

yeah, I redownloaded the game again....

thinking about seb reading this book to charles before sleep

I'm watching Supernatural for the first time and I've just finished the episode with the wolf girl. I can't help but feel bad for Sam. Everyone he gets close to dies. He lost his girlfriend Jessica to the same demon that killed his mother, someone he can barely remember and he didn't get proper closure with John before he died. He is burdened with horrible visions only to learn that he has the potential to go dark. His dad told Dean that if he couldn't save him, he had to kill him. He was possessed and used as a vessel to kill. The werewolf girl was the first person he found love with after being on the road for so long and that brief happiness was taken from him. He had no choice but to shoot and kill the woman he loved just to save her life. He had to put her down like a sick dog. Something like that is going to stay with Sam and haunt him forever. He has enough guilt and pain to deal with, anger he needs to figure out. He wanted to escape the family business of hunting and live a normal life. Instead he is pulled back into that world and loses everything because of it. Sam Winchester can never catch the break.

The point I'm making here is that Sam is a cinnamon roll and must be protected at all costs. He used to annoy the hell out of me because of his angsty martyr crap, but now I feel sorry for him. No spoilers, but does Sam go through worse shit than this in later seasons? I just want to be Dean in that situation and give him a big hug, you know.

My slutty little elven cannibal blood witch. Don't mind her it makes sense in the setting She doesn't have a name yet but soon™ Probably the best coloringn i've done

I swear edgenuity is a site made by satan himself to get his rocks off. I can't keep repeating the same project because your instructions are physically impossible to complete within a reasonable time frame. I'd honestly rather spend a day with my homophobic mom then do the same psychology project 8 times while i'm 17 hours behind