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christmas is the best because one moment you're just looking for presents for your friends then the next Little Guys Have Appeared On Your Fridge (thanks for having cool stuff on your redbubble!!!)
THIS IS SO CUTE. THANK YOU FOR SHARING ❤️❤️❤️❤️
i hope you had a good one!
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my roommate and I were going brrrr talking about Kon and imagine. man is invulnerable EXCEPT for onions. Ma teaches him how to cook and he has a lowkey panic attack because wtf is happening to my eyes? am I dying??? Clark and Kon later bond over how Ma laughed at both of them over that
LSDKJFLS the logical and pedantic part of me does feel the need to point out that any vulnerability to the chemical irritant onions release would also translate to vulnerability to other airborne lacrimal irritants which could be incredibly fucked up a la mustard gas depending on the application in question, and realistically kryptonian invulnerability definitely covers the surface of the cornea, but... this is so not the point. sorry for being the way i am i do think ma laughing at her boys is a very endearing image hfjkdshdkj
#answers#ecto-archivist#kon can absolutely be onion vulnerable before his full kryptonian powerset comes in#he drops the ttk shield while cooking bc why would he keep it up? and then WHATS HAPPENING AUGH#if we go with clark also not fully growing into invulnerability until he's a little older this could work
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Loved By Time
Part 1
An idea that has been plaguing me (that, mind you, entirely deviates from canon) is an au where instead of dying due to The Accident™, Danny becomes a 'bridge' between the living and the dead. In a sense of yes, he's still affected by Ectoplasm, could be mistaken as an Ecto-entity, could place curses and spells, but by entirety is just a guide or psychopomp, whereas he could ask help and favors from every ghost in an exchange of his help or something else.
His official title would be a 'Grave Keeper' because, well, yk.
But another problem arises; Danny is human. His rogues are not. His rogues are not aware that he's human, because he could keep up with them. (barely.) So when he gets actually, genuinely, critically injured— almost dying for real, they realize how awfully human he is; that he's really just a kid trying to not die, they make a relapse on judgement.
So he grew up surrounded by ghosts and even appointed as the Royal Archivist after he helped seal Pariah Dark. All is well.
And then his sister and friends were killed.
Naturally, he avoids Vlad's attempt on housing him like the plague.
Fortunately or unfortunately, he was placed within the care of a nicer looking fruitloop over in Gotham.
...
Ehhh...the worst that could happen is him ending up dead.
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Read: Part 2
#danny phantom#excuse any writing errors I'm really tired rn#dp x dc#batfam#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc#dpxdc prompts#dc x dp#dc x dp prompt
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EctoberHaunt - Oct. 11
Magic - Calm
[Ao3]
Summary:
Amity Park is still. Calm. A layer of icy Fear envelops it, Burying all within.
It's finally silent, and the Phantom of a boy can finally rest.
Until the Fear-Buried town attracts the attention of Gertrude and Gerry, Head Archivist and her sole assistant.
Warnings: Suicidal ideation (In a sense of "I'm already dead, let me actually die"). Major Character Death.
Crossover: DP x Magnus Archives
Note: It's past midnight and I'm not bothering to review/edit this tonight, so you're getting it as it is until I go back and revise it. I apologize for any typos/inconsistencies.
The world hadn't heard from Amity Park for months.
There were plenty of residents who had family outside the small city, but none of those outside the city had heard from their relatives since mid-February, just over three months ago.
Some wrote the silence off, figuring things were either busy or uneventful, and that their loved ones would contact them in due time.
Others were becoming worried.
Attempts to call their loved ones failed to go through, phones either ringing without being answered, or simply going straight to voicemail.
The city had been a nexus of ghostly activity for as long as the Hunters questioned could remember, though reported activity had skyrocketed in recent years. With the enactment of the Anti-Ecto Acts within the state, normal Hunters had been discouraged from interfering or risk becoming Hunted by the government, themselves.
Of course, when even the local Ghost Investigation Ward sent by the state disappeared, certain people took notice.
Not that anyone was keen on rushing into the town.
It was one of those places known for swallowing Hunters whole even before the AEA. A place where the populous knew exactly what was happening but had lived with it for so long that it had become mundane, even if deadly to those who entered from outside the community.
Gertrude and Gerry sat on the hood of a rental car just outside the city, staring in. The entire town was shrouded in a miasma of Fear, but even Gerry couldn’t penetrate it clearly enough to determine just which Entity was responsible here. It was heavy and still, as if waiting for something to come along and stir it into action. Honestly, it could be one of half a dozen of the fourteen.
“Think we have enough lighter fluid?” he asked, half joking.
The Archivist scowled. They most certainly did not have enough for the entire town, but if it really was the site for a Ritual that it felt to be, then they needed to come up with something.
She stood and returned to the car, Gerry tossing aside his cigarette, stomping it out, and following her.
They were silent as they drove into the city. It was cold, their breath forming mist even inside the car, despite the heat turned up as far as it would go.
Under Gerry’s gaze, the town seemed frozen, everything coated in a thin layer of green-tinged ice. His first guess was Lonely, but that didn’t seem quite right. This wasn’t a Lonely chill. It was more… enveloping.
Neither was it Desolation. It preserved too much, kept it close and still and calm and unmoving…
“Buried,” he finally said as the Archivist drove through the empty streets. No one was outside. Nothing was moving. Everything was covered in the same layer of icy Fear, invisible to everyone but those with the Eye to see.
Gertrude made a sound of agreement, stopping at an intersection for several long moments. She eyed each direction as if it had personally offended her. Gerry remained silent, watching her. She was nearly Hunt-like herself, when she got on a trail, and he knew she was seeking out the source of this Fear. The Predator waiting at the bottom of the pit, burying everything around it alive.
Finally, she turned the car to the right and drove on.
They ended up in front of a house that looked like someone had tried to build a space station on the top. An odd choice for the Buried, but sometimes superficial appearances were deceiving.
The cold was deeper here, settling into their bones and making Gerry’s head ache with the sharpness of an icepick. It was oppressive, trying to hold them down beneath the desire to sleep and hide and don’t let them see, don’t let them know, don’t let them uncover your secret.
He could feel the Eye stir with the knowledge, seeking it out, pushing him to chip off the ice and bear the heart of the being at the core of this lair. He paused, forcibly closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath. He could feel the Archivist’s gaze on him, but she didn’t say anything until he opened his eyes, his headache worsening.
“Gerard?”
“I’m fine. It’s here?”
“It is.”
“Let’s go, then.”
He turned to grab a duffelbag from the back seat, leaving the car and following the old woman inside.
They didn’t even have to break into the house, though it did take a few kicks to loosen the door from the very real ice that had sealed it shut.
The interior was even more frigid; an icy tomb created from layer upon layer of carefully placed Fear, cocooning its inhabitant deep inside.
If they had the supplies, perhaps they would have simply set the building itself on fire from the outside, but as it was, they would both bet money that the Avatar was in the basement, safely Buried away from whatever Desolation would do on the surface.
Which left their only choice being to seek it within its own den, and root it out.
There was someone on the couch in the living room.
At first, Gerry was prepared to fight, but Gertrude barely reacted, simply sweeping her sharp gaze over the red-haired young woman. “She’s frozen,” the Archivist said, and continued inside.
The old woman led them unerringly to what was, indeed, the door to the basement.
Below, an eerie green light illuminated the stairwell, becoming brighter as they descended, the weight of the Buried settling on their shoulders like heavy snowfall.
Gerry’s boots crunched the ice beneath him as he stepped off the final step onto the cement basement floor.
The basement itself appeared to be a laboratory of some kind. Two people stood in the center of the room, frozen beneath thick layers of the strange green ice, impossibly still despite the Eye revealing to him they still lived. They were dressed in brightly-colored jumpsuits, and had several Marks between them. The Stranger, the Desolation, the Spiral.
Neither of them were the conduit of the Buried in this place.
The Archivist continued past them.
On the far side of the basement, a gaping hole yawned wide in the wall, leading back and down, down, down from the laboratory. In front of it laid… a teenager, curled on his side on the floor.
His hair was white, and though he didn’t appear to be breathing, a slight mist condensed before him every few seconds. He was nearly peaceful in his stillness, despite the miasma of Fear that blanketed him. This was their Avatar.
The Archivist set down her bag and pulled out a tape recorder, her eyes glowing in the dim icy-green light of the basement.
Gerry moved to stand beside her as she leaned down and shook the child awake.
He moved slowly, looking up at them with eyes clouded with ice and despair. “Who are you?”
The Archivist Spoke. “I am Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. Please tell me what has happened here.” Despite the politeness of her words, there was the sharpness of Compelling beneath them, the Watcher bleeding through its vessel.
The boy blinked, flinching even as he seemed to become more animated. Around them, the ice cracked audibly.
“I… just wanted the pressure to stop. Ever since my parents made the tunnel, ever since I entered it, I had been changed. There was something down there. I can’t say what, but it was as if I had been… swallowed, consumed, changed. It stayed with me when I left, settling on my shoulders with a weight that left me unable to breathe.”
“I think I died.”
He frowned. “Everyone expected things of me, but I couldn’t respond properly. It all seemed to weigh so heavily. I… couldn’t pull myself up out of their expectations. It was better down here. Heavier, but it was a calm weight, like… a crypt or a grave.”
“I came to think of myself as… some sort of Phantom. Some fascimile of a living being, trying to hold up to what living beings did, like Atlas holding up the sky, until inevitably it pressed down and crushed me, and I…”
He looked past the Archivist to the frozen pair in the center of the room. “My parents loved me, I know, but they never knew I went into the tunnel. They didn’t realize I had died. They didn’t know how much the pressure weighed on me.”
“I just… I want everything to be calm. I want to enter my grave and not return, to have the ice freeze me and envelope me and never let me go and…” he started crying, the tears freezing halfway down his face.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt people.”
Gerry couldn’t see the old woman’s gaze from where he stood, but he knew it hadn’t softened. The Watcher drank in the boy’s story, relishing the flavor of despair and self-loathing, even as it didn’t understand why having so much pushed upon oneself could be so crushing.
“Gerard,” Gertrude said after several long moments of heavy silence. “Go back to the car, and get the bag of explosives from the trunk.”
He raised a brow at the old woman but complied.
When he returned, the kid had stood, though he held himself as if he could barely hold himself up against gravity.
Gertrude turned to noted Gerry’s return and nodded. “Set them up at the opening of the tunnel,” she said, then turned back to the young Avatar in front of them.
“You desire to go to the Buried and not return?” she asked him.
The boy nodded.
“Then I want you to go into the tunnel and continue walking. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Let the Buried have you.”
It wasn’t quite the same counter-strategy they usually used. There was no neutralizing one Entity with another Opposing it here. There was simply… laying a restless spirit to rest.
Gerry met the teen’s eyes as he walked past, and for a moment they regarded each-other, before Phantom continued into the tunnel, eventually disappearing into the depths beyond.
They lit the explosives, retreating for the explosion then returning to make sure the tunnel was sealed. The eerie green light had vanished from the ice, and what was left of the ice itself was quickly melting, leaving only the bodies of the boy’s family behind.
For good measure, they burned the house down, and the occupants within it.
There were a few other cars on the road as they left the town, neither of them speaking to each other until they had passed the sign heading away.
“How’s your head feeling?” Gertrude asked, as if she didn’t know.
“It’s fine,” Gerry replied, lying, the weight of the truth heavy on his shoulders.
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Tagged by @jervis-tetch-my-beloved
Ten characters, ten fandoms (in no particular order)
1) Helena Wayne/Huntress (DC Comics)
2) Elliot Clayton (Criminal Case)
3) Sebastian (Stardew Valley)
4) Leighton Sekemoto (Sims 3)
It’s my list, I can put who I want
5) Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson)
6) Isabelle Lightwood (Shadowhunters)
The TV show because The Mortal Instruments is sitting on my shelves waiting to be read😌
(Also it was the one I got into first. It made me by the TMI box set, no joke)
7) Mothflight (Warrior Cats)
I LOVE Mothflight’s Journey sm
8) Wu Zeitan (Iron Widow)
Read it if you haven’t, trust me <3
9) Mary Saotome (Kakegurui Twin)
First ever manga I got. Only have the first two volumes so far. Haven’t been keeping up but it’s an…interesting… story from what I remember👀
10) Josephine Montilyet (Dragon Age: Inquisition)
She’s such a sweetheart🥹
This was a perfect way to finish my night after working on an essay for school🥰
Tags: @blackcat2907 @emomusicalnerd @ecto-archivist @jasontoddorjasongrace @tzar-of-torture @lanie-light @batnations @wannabecatwriter @itzroseblossom @atomwavearmyleader
(Really wish tumblr would only show blogs I follow like Wattpad does so I can figure out who to tag faster)
—Bat
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mutuals i love you ecto-archivist and carcinogamer and vorejuice guzzler i see you in my notes and i am no longer alone in the world
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We're doing bad batfam takes? Did you know that uhhhhh bruce wayne
Its harder then it looks to come up with bad batfamily takes isn't it you should all be paying me better I put in a lot of brain power to come up with shitty takes weekly
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MY APP CAUGHT UP W PEOPLES PRIDE ICONS FINALLY AND
dark pit 🤝 acespecs
🤝🤝🤝
SOLIDARITY
HAPPY PRIDE!!
#ecto-archivist#red answers#answered ask#we a-specs love dark pit- I can confirm#tysm for the ask! :D
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war criminal rey how many more crimes will they commit
doing more and more horrible things like making a three sided sword and drawing a red cross on my lunchbox
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∞ 👀
violeta - iz*one (rip 😔)
#put a ∞ in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.#IZ*ONE I MISS YOOOOUUUUUUU#this lyric is so beautiful imo omggggg#answered#ecto-archivist
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theres a line in a song that goes "cause of death, devotion" (my new reality by beartooth) and I just think you'd have angsty fun with that
oh i missed this sorry but YEAH okay that is a very fun line. thank you hehe. i love devotion...
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Bro I didn't know you were a linguist??? Man I wanna do linguistics in college but where I'm going only has a minor for it :(
Oh yeah! I graduated in September with a BA in it. The Grand Plan™️ was that I was going to go into voice therapy, which is something I was/still am super interested in. I’ve had to go to voice therapy twice now as a client, and even though any sort of PT sucks, I was super into the therapy itself and found the whole thing really cool.
But as I was graduating I just realized that any time I had extra credits and could pick any course in my University to fill them, I always chose a music course. And looking at my grades and the amount of effort I put into music vs linguistics assignments, I realized that yeah I was wayyy more into audio engineering than linguistics. I still enjoy linguistics, but I enjoy it more as a side hobby now.
I think going for the minor is still worth it if you’re into it! You won’t be able to get that personalized, in-depth study of your favorite field of linguistics, but having the more broad overview of it is still cool.
Fair warning, linguistics is a science at its core and it’s vastly different from what people think it is. You don’t learn grammar or spelling (that’s English), you don’t learn foreign languages (that’s foreign language studies), you learn about language as a science. You learn about the vocal tract, every sound in every language, how different language families build sentence structures, the history of languages, how to observe and track language change, how to read formant graphs and build syntax trees, logic math in language, language data analysis, etc. It’s kinda like the chemistry of languages.
And if you find you LOVE the minor and want to do it as a job, don’t worry! Most linguistic-related fields require at least a Masters (well, unless you’re going into AI which the CS major with the LX minor would get you there). So you’ll have plenty of time to get the rest of those credits in after you finish your undergrad!
#oops long reply#honestly i did enjoy linguistics#and i know i'd be a really damn good voice therapist#but given the option between audio engineer vs voice therapist#i'll pick audio engineer every time#which is something i'd never thought i would say two years ago#but that's life i guess!#ecto-archivist#ask
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From Batgirl (2000) #3
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Today Holy-Archivist Viper made:
Ecto- Squares
They're pretty sour but Slushy likes them... apparently Viper took inspiration from the little bugger in making these.
- Unknown Archivist
#danny phantom#baking#ocs#random#scp ocs#creepypasta ocs#multifandom ocs#just for fun#archives of nowhere#slushy the spook
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ecto-adhd --> ecto-archivist
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