#on one hand it shows how dangerous ghosts are. how you can't reason with them. how they aren't *people*
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Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.
They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.
In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.
Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.
What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?
What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?
If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?
Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?
#Danny Phantom#zilly squeaks#it's the greyed out morality for me dude#on one hand it shows how dangerous ghosts are. how you can't reason with them. how they aren't *people*#and yet. you can still find ways to work with them. there's reason to show them mercy when possible#even if it's not really 'pain' it still cries out and bleeds when struck#i just love this kind of angle where there's a solid reason to find co-existence but also like#knowing full well these creatures are more or less. potentially deadly trees. do u feel me#when does sentience bloom from code?#what caused our ancestors to become sapient?#Danny getting Real Fucked Up about possibly being a full ghost who's just really good at pretending to be human#when really... does it even matter?#(for double the pain: add headcanon that ghosts feed off of human life for additional power)
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Hot Ghouls in Your Area 8
Chapter 8
Masterpost
“You're just now going to campus?” Jazz said. Danny scowled ahead at the sidewalk. Her tone wasn't judgmental so much as mildly surprised. He still hated it. “That's a lot later than usual. Is everything alright?” Danny hunched his shoulders up and consciously reminded himself not to get defensive. He wasn't slacking. He'd gotten home after his class and slept 13 hours. He still felt wiped out.
“Ghost stuff,” he said cryptically. “Ruined my night.” He dodged someone on the sidewalk without thinking about it, used to the crowds by now.
Jazz inhaled sharply into his ear. “They're supposed to leave you alone to focus on your education,” she hissed. “Just so you know, I do have the venomous Fenton electric creep stick-”
“Yeah, I know,” Danny cut her off. She was probably holding it up right now, thumb on the trigger. He couldn't fight off the rueful smile. She had his back, didn't she? Always did. With that in mind… “I think I need help,” he admitted. Oof. Felt bad. Not as bad as failing his classes, though, which was the danger if he got pulled too deep into more Ghost bull honkey.
“Of course!” Jazz enthused. He stepped off the curb and then quick-stepped backwards to avoid getting hit by some asshole running the red light. Danny lifted up his free hand to flip them off as he hung on his heels on the edge of the pavement drop. He dropped lightly back onto the balls of his feet and jogged across the street.
Jazz was still talking, voice clear over the morning meld of honking and running engines. “How about you come over to my place after your classes tonight? My roommate is out for a conference.”
“You just don't want to come to Crime Alley,” Danny accused her. “Even for me, your beloved baby brother.” He dodged a car that was parked on the cross walk and made an ugly face at the driver. “Despite your professed love for crime, when it counts, it's all talk.”
“I don't love crime,” Jazz reiterated with her inhuman patience. She didn't take the bait of his deliberate mischaracterization of her career plans. “But I am exquisitely stabbable." Her tone went lofty with the brag. "So yes, I avoid Crime Alley.”
Danny blew an unimpressed raspberry to show what he thought of that.
He hadn't met anyone in Gotham yet who he thought would really throw Jazz for a loop. She was a 6ft 2 judo black belt, and she was liminally spooky as fuck. “No one would stab you,” he said, making it sound like an insult. His janky ass was more likely to get held up. "But fine, I'll haul my poor broken corpse all the way over there to do you a favor-”
“So I can do you a favor,” Jazz corrected wryly.
“My poor broken corpse,” Danny cut back in, because that was a really relevant factor to him. He put the back of his hand to his forehead and swooned a little. He felt like he'd been in a tumble dryer. Missing a full night of sleep was an insufferable insult to his desperate shoe-string construction of a healthy routine.
“I would so get robbed if I came there,” Jazz argued. “Maybe even kidnapped.” He could all but hear her flip her hair.
He snorted but let her keep her delicate feminine delusions about not being one of the scariest motherfuckers in the crime capital of the country. He wasn't actually worried about her interning at Arkham Asylum. Maybe he'd freaked out a little when she'd moved here, but that wasn't why he was here. No matter what anyone said.
“There's no immediate danger, right?” Jazz checked. “No reason I need to be concerned today?”
“Nah,” Danny reassured her, as the campus came into sight. He had about an hour before class to spend in the lab before his lecture. “It's not that kind of problem.” He felt his face arranged itself into a wry smile. “You might like this one.”
“Oh?” Jazz asked, intrigued. “Do tell.”
“Only after I've sworn you to perfect silence,” Danny shot back instantly. “I mean it, for real, you can't tell a soul living or dead or nonliving or-”
“I think I get it,” she cut him off. Jazz huffed. “As if I can't keep a secret. You think I can't keep secrets? I know the most incredible things that you could never dream up.”
“...Big if true,” Danny snarked, pretending that he wasn't extremely interested.
“You never knew what happened to the Robinsons,” Jazz said airily. “And you never will.”
“...that doesn't bother me at all,” Danny lied. He stopped walking.
“Ahuh,” Jazz said knowingly. “Hey, remember the neon cheese incident?”
Danny gritted his teeth. “Can't say I do,” he said. It was bullshit, and even he knew it wasn't convincing Jazz. He was dying to know the truth. It had been the talk of the town for weeks and was still occasionally featured on unsolved mystery podcasts. He'd gone far enough to ask the Dairy King, but even the dead wouldn't speak on it.
“Have a good day of classes, little brother,” Jazz said sweetly. She ended the call.
He rubbed at his temples. Ancients, she gave him a headache. She was fantastic. She was killing him and absolutely ruining his unlife. He couldn't even beg her for answers about the neon cheese, because if he managed to badger it out of her, it would prove she could be manipulated into telling secrets. That would be a loss anyway. It was more likely that either she didn't know anything or that she knew and her lips would stay sealed: Danny didn't have any to waste his breath.
He did a few calming rounds of breathing, now that he was thinking about it, and then went on with his day a bit invigorated by the familial aggravation.
Danny felt a little better about focusing on class now that he knew he could count on Jazz in his corner. She was the smartest person he knew. She could probably get him divorced by the end of the day. Hell, she probably already had a contingency plan for getting him a divorce. She was so ready for him to have a relationship so that he would have relationship problems to ask her about.
When he finished up on campus, Danny cut across town to pick up takeout food as an offering. He presented it to Jazz as soon as she opened the door, head bowed and food theatrically high.
“Oh, come in,” Jazz said, exasperated. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and bodily pulled him inside. “My neighbors are going to think I'm so weird, Danny!”
“My liege,” he intoned seriously. “I come bearing- ow! Stop hitting my- hey, my face!” Danny wrestled away from the horrible pinching grip his terrible sister had on his cheeks, scowling. “That hurt,” he complained. “Have you ever thought that you're getting caught up in the cycle of violence?”
“I don't lose sleep over it.” Jazz lowered herself delicately onto one of the weird puffs she had instead of chairs and made grabby hands at the takeout. “What did you get me?”
“Coal,” Danny snarked. But he handed over the bag without a fight and plopped himself onto the closest poof thing. He fully laid out and let his head flop past the edge to hang upside down.
“Inversion therapy, so chic,” Jazz said absently.
He considered flipping her off, but his balance was really off in this position and it would be hard to defend himself if she lunged at him. Hell, if she picked up his legs he'd probably tip over onto the floor. Danny dug his heels into the side of the poof in defensive preparation. He kept her in his peripheral vision.
“Oh, Malaysian,” Jazz enthused. “I wanted to have this!” She sounded a little too surprised.
He shot her a thumbs up. Two days ago, she'd sent him a screenshot of a text landing from someone else that had shown most of her screen was the active map app she was using to get to an appointment. The Malaysian restaurant had the star mark that she put on the places that she wanted to try.
He'd gambled that she hadn't gone yet because she hadn't had a late night at work. Jazz only got takeout with company or if she got home too late to cook.
“Cool,” Danny said, because he didn't want his rotten sister to think he cared about her interests. “It was on the way and it smelled good.”
Jazz hummed and put the food on the side table. “So I see.” She folded her fingers in front of her face and peered at him over the steeple. “What happened? What ghost do I need to soup with a fragrant combination of turmeric and saffron?”
“Please don't waste that, ghosts taste fine on their own,” Danny said.
Jazz grimaced. “Ew, Danny,” she enunciated carefully. She paused. “Ew.”
He shrugged and accidentally slipped a little closer to the floor. “Just saying. But actually, no one dead was involved, unless we count-”
“We don't count,” Jazz cut him off, serenely unbothered by his attempts to score empathy points off his death. She was a cold customer.
“Boo,” Danny said, because he knew his brand and respected ghost tradition. “Anyway, Jeremy Waters. Remember -”
“How could I forget,” Jazz muttered. She put her hands on her face.
“Hey,” Danny said, offended that Jeremy got that reaction and he got a big fat impassive nothing no matter how annoying he was.
“What’s Jeremy done?” Jazz sounded exhausted by the concept.
“Well… He uh.” Danny stared at the ceiling. He couldn't look at her directly. “Well. You know how he wants the good favor of the god of the underworld?”
“Yup.” Jazz hit the ‘p’ sound hard.
“He uh, hit the idea that uh. Maybe a Persephone of sorts was just the thing to suck up.”
He heard fabric rustle as Jazz sat up. “He did?”
Wow, she had one of the most fascinating ceilings in the world. Danny stared intently up at a splotch that looked vaguely malign. She ought to get that checked out by an expert before it possessed somebody. “Yeah, so he's been trying to vault people into the Ghost Zone as bridal sacrifices.”
“Ahuh.” Jazz sounded a little bit choked up. She wasn't laughing, so he couldn't complain.
“I had Dani get Vlad look into it-” because Dad or Mom would have been mortifying- “and apparently, he told her the odds of some hack wizard managing to send a living human to the ghost zone was laughable.”
He paused. He couldn't go on.
“And Vlad would know,” Jazz said leadingly.
Danny put a hand over his face. “Yeah, see, the thing is that I'm now very concerned that Vlad might not know.” His words came out muffled.
Jazz was so intent on him. He pretended even harder not to know she was leaning in towards him. “Does- does the ghost king have a bride, Danny?” She somehow managed in a professional tone.
He nodded miserably.
She promptly lost her shit laughing at his misfortune.
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Danny Phantom A Glitch in Time- Dan Phantom character analysis
Dan Phantom, also known as Dark Danny, returns as main antagonist in the "A Glitch in Time" graphic novel. He is a lot more powerful than last time Danny faced him, and he is capable of going so far as destroying the time itself to be able to accomplish his goals.
Dan's Origins
Introduced first (and only time) in "The Ultimate Enemy" special, Dan was presented as a evil and destructive future version of Danny. In the same episode it was revealed that he was the product of a experiment gone wrong when Vlad was trying to separate Danny from his ghost half. This resulted in Phantom fusing with ghost Plasmius and getting consumed by "the evil that was insidr Plasmius", turning himself into Dan.
Dan was later defeated and captured inside a fenton thermos by Danny, where he spent all his time trapped in there under Clockwork's watch until the events of "A Glitch In Time".
"The Ultimate Enemy" established Dan a combination of both Phantom and Plasmius, in result his personality and goals come from both ghosts. However, Phantom/Danny is clearly the "dominant" personality, and he is refered as Danny's evil future self within the show and outside of it by the DP crew and fans.
While "The Ultimate Enemy" gave a good idea of what drove Dan into a dark path, a lot of his characterization for years remained pure fan speculation. "A Glitch in Time" explores and develops his character in multiple ways, showing new sides of him that weren't explored in detail in the series, making him a more complex character than he already was.
In the story he gets introduced after he accidentally gets freed from the thermos thanks to a clash of powers between Clockwork and Plasmius. When Vlad confuses Dan for Danny, Dan corrects him by explaning to him that he "isn't Danny" and he is a fusion fron Phantom and Plasmius from another timeline.
Another interesting detail is how he mentions that he is ¨all phantom now¨, hinting that he doesn't see himself as human, only a ghost.
Dan doesn't take time in beating up Clockwork and fuses with him, realizing that it could become ¨unstoppable¨ with the time guardian's powers under his hands. He doesn't seem to care that this could put him and the timeline in danger, as long as he can't get defeated.
Some of Dan's lines show him resenting Clockwork for erasing his timeline ( ¨And I'm not part of this timeline. You made sure of that¨) and some fear of being trapped inside the thermos again (¨I can't let you use this (the time staff). Not again¨). Overall, Dan feels certain loss for getting his own timeline erased and doesn't want some similar happen to him again.
Being on Denial
If there is one word to describe Dan's character in ¨A Glitch in Time¨ that would be ¨denial¨.
Throughout the story, Dan shows to be in denial both of his own emotions, past/trauma and even his own past self as Danny Phantom. Everytime someone mentions that he is still Danny or that a part of Danny is still inside him, he answers with how he ¨isn't Danny anymore¨ and how he has grew past his own humanity.
Dan sees himself a above human emotions, seeing them as a weakness. He sees himself almost as he was a divine entity that is beyond ghosts and humans. This could explain one of the reasons of why he fused with someone like Clockwork since he is able to control time itself.
A good example of this denial is when Jazz tries to remind him that ¨they are family¨, trying to reach out to ¨Danny's part¨ of Dan. Dan replies to this with how ¨losing them (his own family) in his timeline make him stronger¨, which contradicts how alternate! Danny was shown to be emotionally devastated when he lost his own family and friends after the Nasty Burger explosion.
Dan has been hinted to be a product of that Danny's own trauma from the loss of his family and friends and him blaming himself for not being able to save them.
A similar scenario repeats when Danny gives Dan the option to step down, reminding to Dan that Amity Park used to be his home once and that he is still ¨Danny¨. Dan is clearly upset when Danny reminds him of his own past self, showing how he hates being reminded of that.
Dan answers Danny with ¨You forget I'm more than that now¨, with this idea of how he is beyond human emotions now.
Dan has a desire to get rid of Danny in the story. It is the reason of why he showed up in Amity Park, to look for Danny and beat him up. While part of it could be seen as him trying to get revenge on the teen, it could be also be read as him trying to get rid of the person that represented his past self, showing how far is able to go erase anything that has to do with is own past.
Self-destruction
Another important aspect of Dan in ¨A Glitch of Time¨ is how self-destructive he is. He doesn't seem to care about how he puts the timeline itself in trouble as long as he is ¨able to win¨.
Dan has an obsession with being the strongest. It doesn't matter if this search for power ends up with him hurting himself as long as he is able to accomplish his goals.
In the novel Dan is seen ¨glitching¨ multiple times since he is not able to hold the fusion of him and Clockwork together. These time glitches cause him great pain and leave him very exhausted as result.
Later, in the final confrontation, the characters bring up how Dan is spending a lot of energy trying to keep the fusion up and how that's hurting himself.
When asked by Danny why he is doing this and how he could get himself erased by glitching the timeline, Dan expresses how he doesn't care about that as long as he is able to defeat Vlad and Danny. He doesn't seem to care about anything than winning against the other two halfas.
This obsession with power shares some parallels to Vlad's villain arc in the series, except the execution is different.
In Vlad's case he ends up getting more desperate to achieve his goals over time, choosing more extreme methods to do so. It resulted in him losing everything he had and pushing everyone that cared about him away.
With Dan, it is not caring about how this power ends up destroying everything, himself included. It becomes more about ignoring how he is hurting himself instead of pushing others away like Vlad did.
Facing one's self
In the final battle, Danny tries reminding Dan of his old self, something that he fails in the first attempt. He keeps asking Dan why he is choosing to keep the fusion together when he is putting the timeline and himself in danger.
At one point, when Dan is about to end Danny, Danny asks him ¨Why are you so angry?¨ and brings up how ghosts are driven by human emotions or emotions in general. Dan answers to that with ¨I've long since transended you human weakness¨, which is ironic since he is a full ghost, and just like every other ghost, he is driven by emotion.
Vlad Masters decides to intervine and talks about how Dan is part Plasmius, meaning that one part of him is driven by the emotion of fear. While fighting against Dan, Vlad admits that his own fear of others leaving him and being alone made him become obsessed with being in control and always looking for more power. Meaning that Dan has a similar fear that leads him to always be more powerful and being in control.
During this confrontation Dan is faced with the idea that even himself can't escape from his own emotions and that he is a ¨normal ghost¨ as everyone else in the Ghost Zone. He isn't above others as he thought he was. He is able to feel lost and pain like anyone else.
After getting a extreme beat down from Danny and Vlad and becoming separated from Clockwork, Dan has a mental breakdown from losing again. He talks about how he is ¨always losing¨, how he lost ¨this battle, his own timeline and his family¨, the latest being brought up by Danny himself.
This reveals that Dan was always looking to be stronger than he already was so he never have to lose something again. It came from Danny's own trauma of not being able to save his family from the accident, which drove Dan to get obsessed with looking for more power.
To put this in simple words: Dan is the combination of the worst most toxic aspects of both Danny and Vlad, thus created a powerhungry entity who causes destruction, maybe as a way to distract himself from his own pain.
What it is more, it's heavily implied that leaving Dan trapped in the thermos only made things worse for him, as pointed out by Danny.
When asked by his parents to capture Dan inside the thermos, Danny looks how Dan glitches out and for a moment he looks like his young self, making Danny refusing to put Dan inside the thermos.
There some jealousy from Dan too, about how he has lost everything in comparison to his younger counterpart and he doesn't understand why this happened. Danny feels sorry for Dan, sympathizing with how having lost his own family and timeline must have been terrible for him.
When Dan starts to destabilize, the expresses fear of losing his own body and begs Danny to not put him inside the thermos since ¨he doesn't want to be alone again¨. This line could come from both Phantom and Plasmius, but it seems to lean more to Plasmius' half, considering that fear of being alone is what always drove Vlad's selfish actions.
After hearing this, Vlad offers his body as a temporary vessel for Dan to use until they are able to find another one. Vlad apologizes to both Danny and Dan for hurting them and offers Dan a ¨second chance¨, to which Dan accepts and uses Masters' body as a host.
Dan is last seen ¨fusing¨ himself with one of Danny's clones. Clockwork explains to Vlad that now he is in charge of Dan, thus giving Dan a new opportunity to be a teenager again and live the normal life he could have had in his own timeline.
Conclusion
Dan's arc in ¨A Glitch in Time¨ is about him having to face his own emotions and humanity and how he isn't above them as he believes himself to be. The novel shows a more self destructive side of him, not caring about how he puts reality and himself in danger for fusing with Clockwork.
While Dan expresses certain regret from his actions and desire to stop destroying everything in his path because he accepts the ¨second chance¨ Vlad offers to him, i would argue that his arc isn't so much of a redemption as it is more about accepting that his own issues and accepting that he needs help, something that Vlad gives to him.
In the end Dan gets his own ¨happy ending¨ since he gets a chance to have a normal life (and maybe a new family) again, represented by how he ends up fusing with one of Danny's clones, which resemble the person he used to be once.
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my favourite game, mountains are for losers
this is a celeste x pafl au! :) im going to explain each character here
sanya replaces madeline. she wants to climb the mountain to prove.. something to sergei. maybe that she can do things on her own, maybe that she doesn't need him, maybe that she's cool and awesome and maybe that she's enough on her own. yea, she's a bit scared (though she'd never admit that to him), but she can't let that stop her. not when she's already ran away from home all the way here.
like madeline, sanya can dash (unless i figure out a different ability to give her, though i propably won't). the mountain gave her this ability (i'll expand on this more later).
badya replaces badeline. she's much more aggressive than badeline, shouting at sanya the moment they first meet ('what do you think youre doing?! youll die out here!'). she shows worry for sanya. resembles sergei a bit, though unlike him, doesn't think twice about stopping sanya from climbing the mountain with her own two hands.
unlike badeline, she doesn't want to climb the mountain not because sanya isn't a mountain climber, there's no use, but rather because of the danger it poses. what if she falls and breaks something?she could literally die out here, it'd be better if she just returned to the safety of their home.
yura replaces theo. theyre both self concious about what people think of them, and they're both friends with the protag - though yura and sanya havent met before the main events of this au, though.
instead of having an instapix account, yura is liveblogging his ascension of the mountain to The Gang.
he doesn't know why he wants to climb the mountain, really. it's a similar reason to theo though. he was just lost in life and wanted to have control over something, anything.
katya replaces mr oshiro. like him, she is a ghost that haunts the celeste hotel, but unlike him, she was just a guest at her time of death. how she died, you ask? well, to that i ask, why are are you asking so many questions? teehee, i jest... i think, maybe an avalanche happened and many of the guests staying at the hotel died. katya wasn't the only one to turn into a ghost. she is, however, the only one that hasn't moved on and still lingers.
she doesn't want the hotel to feel lonely. and, she likes talking to the travellers:) no, she doesn't like being alone all the time... but helping out the ocassional mountain climber every five years is worth it. yea. don't worry, that's it, there's nothing more to it. nothing suspicious about this.
katya isn't that developed yet in this au, so some of this info might change.
temnova replaces granny. she studies the traits of the mountain, intrigued by its whole deal. she's lived on this mountain for... well, maybe too long.
dmitry a dog replaces the bird. 'how does it get around as easy as the bird? it doesnt have wings! itd have a much harder time following sanya around the mountain' i hear you, and to that i say, didnt i tell you to stop asking so many questions...
the zone merges with the mountain. sorta. gives sanya her dash, as a Bonus and Encouragement. gives temnova. uh . um . you know what don't worry about it
please feel free to ask me any questions about this au:3!! my askbox is open 👍
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For ghost of darkmount :0
Do any of the other autobots ever get to see Smokescreen as he is, in his injured "ghostly" form??? Even if it's just glimpses in the corners of their eyes or a lingering shadow in the halls of darkmount??
I just think it would be cool for Smokescreen to physically haunt the con, but unintentionally also haunt the bots too
(definitely will not be used in the process of writing the fic.. or will it)
I'm so very glad you asked :)))))
Wheeljack is naturally the first one, since Smokescreen ends up helping break him out. It was his first time actually showing himself to anybody, so he ended up leaning REALLY hard into the persona he'd been crafting. Before that it was mostly stealing things, messing with lights, leaving torn up bloody Vehicon parts in places, etc etc (with the vehicon parts thing, he never actually killed anyone. He found a couple rooms full of spare parts, brutalized them a bit, dipped them in energon, then started leaving them in places he knew they would be found)
as such........ he accidentally leans into it a bit too hard and manages to convince Wheeljack about the whole thing. Now, Jackie is far from supersticious, but...... well, he's not an idiot either and it's very obvious that SOMETHING is going on here and it really, really hates the Cons but for some reason is willing to help him get out
and when he learns about Team Prime's dead rookie...... well, it isn't that much of a stretch. Not compared to what he saw, not compared to how terrified the Cons were
Bumblebee and Arcee are the ones who "meet" him next during the attack on Darkmount. Smokescreen was of course alerted to the attack, and at first he was even going to reveal himself. After all, the Autobots are here, they're okay, I can go home-
he helps them from the shadows of course. He rationalizes it to himself that keeping secret will be more useful, that this way the Cons won't know what hit them........ but the battle is still hard. They almost lose. Hell, they would've lost were it not for Smokescreen overloading some of the important systems
and that's when he realizes...... he's helpful here. In this one battle undercover, he's made more a difference than he ever did before. He was useful, and he wasn't making anyone annoyed or losing relics by getting blindside or putting the humans in danger
Just for a little longer, he promises himself as he sneaks onto the Nemsis. Just until we win
Bumblebee and Arcee of course weren't oblivious to his help. They noticed the way the doors didn't seem to have any locks or how some of their enemies would fall for no reason or how some would let out fearful cries of "THE GHOST!" "IT'S HERE!"
they can't help but think back to what Wheeljack told them, if only for a second
(and if the two of them whispered a thank you and an I'm sorry to the air, well that's nobody's business but their own)
Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus end up encountering the ghost for the third time, however it's very brief. It's right after the pair had "killed" the remaining Predacons (ofc being unaware of the fact that they'd all been moved) and were fighting Predaking. Luckily the fight is much less dangerous than the first time and UM doesn't lose his hand, but Predaking still has to act like he's vengefully angry
however, this time to give the pair a chance to escape, they end up having Smokescreem "distract" Predaking, aka he appears and disappears around the cave and "baits" him away so the other two can escape
then the fourth time. The fourth and final time.
Ratchet when he gets captured.
Now, Smokescreen wrecks absolute HAVOC on the Decepticons because....... well, he thinks they're dead. He thinks that Megatron bombed the base and killed everyone and Ratchet's the only one left
the result? His destructive tendencies skyrocket. He's actively setting fires and explosions, scaring everyone he can, destroying equipment, dragging people into walls, anything he can
and of course, Ratchet is completely spared from this chaos...... but oddly enough so is all the cybermatter experiments. Smokescreen isn't stupid after all, and if the Decepticons could manage to crack the formula? That would quite literally save the planet
of course, he's not planning on letting them go through with it, he's actively sabatoging the Omega Lock construction every way he can. But Ratchet, Shockwave and Knockout are all excluded from the chaos
when Megatron gives Ratchet to Predaking is when things begin to shift
see, Predaking and Smokescreen haven't been sitting on their asses waiting for the Autobots to eventually win, especially not after the Decepticons tried to kill the Predacons. They've been planning
and now that the formula's been finished? They have everything they want from the Decepticons and are ready to burn this place to the ground
and well....... if they're planning to do that, there's no real reason to stay hidden, is there?
and Ratchet.......... well, he was expecting several things when he landed at the feet of the predacon
Rage. Pain. Grief. Maybe even his own death
his dead teammate stepping out from the shadows and expressing that he and the Predacon Who's Apparently On Their Side have a plan?
nowhere on that list
#ghost of darkmount#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#tfp smokescreen#smokescreen#tfp wheeljack#wheeljack#tfp bumblebee#bumblebee#tfp arcee#arcee#tfp ultra magnus#ultra magnus#tfp ratchet#ratchet#tfp megatron#megatron#decepticons#autobots#kd answers#anon
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😨 🤥 🕷️ 🌌 about your oc Geranea :з
Thank you for asking about her!! I still really need to draw a proper reference of her hunting outfit and weapon, but for now 80% of my WIPs are visual references and it is slowly destroying me т.т
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😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?
'Fight' reaction is her default! If this is some kind of a wild predator animal (or, a dangerous beast, more appropriately to the context), she will fight without a second of hesitation, and very furiously so! It would apply to dangerous people too, like someone trying to rob or attack. She is that kind of person whose body just "knows" how to fight the exact second there is a reason to. If the threat IS too much for her to take on however, she also soon measures it and knows to run.
It applies in less drastic contexts, too, like someone making her scared or anxious in simply conversations. She defaults to scolding a person that alerted her, angrily, blushing and with her fists balled, and if she realises she picked a dangerous opponent in a conflict (like, say, starting a quarrel with people like Brador or Alfred) she will retreat. It is like a second nature, sensing whether default to fight or make an exception and fight. She has good "instincts"!
🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
Geranea is an okay liar when not a lot is at the stake, she could tell a small lie to keep someone's secret or get them out of trouble but would not lie for a personal gain. But when she got sent into Research Hall she had to lie, a lot. She needed to swipe various tools to help herself and others, avoid various chemicals and procedures, even help the patients that still could be saved...
Her face is not the most emotive (I swear her only expressions are 'tired' or 'angry' xD), but it is her body language that gives her lying away. When the cost of her lie being found out is high she blushes up to her very ear tips, hods hands in fists and overall looks stiff and tense. And, well, you don't want to attract unnecessary attention of cunts like Micolash or Brador of all people.... Since this is so inconvenient, Geranea tricks her own body by 'omitting' rather than straight up lying; comforting herself with how she technically says the truth actually helps her to relax and no longer look suspicious!
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
She has quite generic fears of heights and the dark that not even much more horrifying Yharnam experiences weeded out! She will also dwell quite strongly if she had near-death experience recently (like for example someone's weapon JUST missing her head). The fear of ghosts, however, became a thing of the past after she had to fight several! Previously, they were the exception of her 'fight' reaction, the girl was screaming and running away! I guess it is too bad that she can't punch the height or the darkness in the face, then. xD
After leaving Research Hall by herself at last, her biggest fear became being found and returned to it. She still saw nightmares about it even since Research Hall, from her knowledge, got shut down and retooled into an "Orphanage". Even with her kindness, she tries to 'not think too hard' about the fact that most likely they experiment on children now, only to not deal with feeling like returning there and saving whoever she could is her duty.
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
Damn, the story of her appearing is actually such a good memory for me, oh my god! I first thought of her back in Summer 2021! Remember how I told that sometimes I am sitting and minding my own business but random memories about Bloodborne lore bits simply 'appear' in my brain, like if I caught a radio frequency? Well, one day, my brain randomly grasped at the link of "hmmm, Valtr's helmet is missing one eye, he curses "freakish slugs and mad doctors", Yamamura was spyoning on dark Healing Church business as he is a summon for Living Failures, Valtr helps fighting Laurence and Ludwig.... I need to check whether Eye Pendant looks like an eye, ONE SECOND-"
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So yeah! I also was and still am 'Valtr has both eyes as we are allowed to see' truther but back then it looked like canon rather than just one of the interpretations for me, so that sorta helped x) I decided whoever owned the Iron Helm previously was missing an eye, for the reason of Research Hall taking it, sought Valtr's help (as a cop??? xD) with their shady business and was significant enough in Valtr's life to make her associated item a symbol of League's mission!
.....and this was just me trying to look like I was super planned from the start lol. x) BEFORE this tangent, I already fell for guilty pleasure of wanting to make an OC deceased member of the League, just ask @val-of-the-north! I loved the concept of her dealing primarily with plant-like "filth", since flowers and alike in Bloodborne are a symbol of reaching for the skies for salvation and many corpses, especially in Hunter's Nightmare and Dungeons, sprout mold or flowers from their bodies. They grow from blood, everyone's blood has human dregs, blablablabla.
But after the Research Hall idea I soon decided to combine the characters into one! Again, back then, existence of previous Iron Helm owner felt extremely apparent for me, I was a sweet summer child (literal summer lol) yet to learn just HOW few things in Bloodborne are indisputable :/ And I wanted to breathe life in an "mentioned character" (in Iron Helm description) more than I wanted an OC, at least back then! ...then I screwed myself over with the idea that maybe this helmet is Djura's wielder helmet (it even misses the same eye!), and THEN I screwed myself over more thinking that maybe two-eyed Valtr we see is a snapshot by "Flora of the Moon and the Hunt" of his most efficient stage of life. And THEN Val had to battle me on still keeping Geranea because I deserved one (1) break from fiddling with "the most reasonable" theory instead of just taking it easy fdhfhds
She also was a she from the very start because I just like female characters, but initially her hair was black. I always associated her with cyan/aqua color though, especially darker tones. I guess dark red hair felt like a good contrast in the end!
Thank you for letting me talk about Geranea!
#bloodborne#bloodborne oc#ask replies#geranea#damn does she really have a cool title to go with her name? I dunno#doodles
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So I rewatched Pacific Rim: The Black to refresh myself on how bad it was, and once again I am just kind of in awe at how god-awful it is.
The Black very literally takes the magic out of Pacific Rim. You know how "drift hangover" refers to a persistent psychic connection between pilot and jaeger? Welp, here "drift hangover" is used to refer to a headache after drifting. Ghost drifting (you know, when pilots get psychic with each other) is turned into ghost piloting, which is when a pilot drifts with the memory of another pilot. Like, it's understandable if most people don't clock the mysticism and animism underpinning Guillermo del Toro's vision of Pacific Rim, but this is a very deliberate effort to erase where humans can just have funky psychic shit happen to them sometimes.
The Black doesn't really seem to understand how drifting works. Two characters have a heated argument without falling out of alignment. Another character functionally has a mind-reading ray. There's no real comprehension of what drift compatibility is and how it works.
The child soldiers are younger than ever. Taylor looks like he was maybe twelve at most when he was taking his pilot's test. Like. Actual twelve year olds are getting certified as jaeger pilots in this world. And this is framed as a good and desirable thing. Literally what the fuck.
The Black calls Horizon Brave "Horizon Bravo," and claims it's a Mark IV jaeger. If you have literally any access to any information about Horizon Brave at all, you know it's a Mark I jaeger.
The jaeger piloted by the children (Atlas Destroyer) is claimed to be a Mark III jaeger, yet uses the type of fuel cells introduced in Uprising. Like it was a whole fucking plot point that Lady Danger was a nuclear jaeger. Literally all they would've had to do was make Atlas Destroyer a Mark VI. It would have been fine.
Atlas Destroyer has a bunch of features Mark IIIs definitely didn't have. Remember how Raleigh and Yancy needed a crew to help them into their drivesuits? Atlas Destroyer just automatically tosses 'em on itself. Remember how Lady Danger's AI mostly just gave status updates? Atlas Destroyer's AI holds entire conversations. Again, you could've just made it a Mark VI, show.
And speaking of Atlas Destroyer's AI, for some goddamn reason the PPDC gave her an emotion chip. Because it's not hard enough to be a pilot already, now your jaeger gets to have anxiety.
The Black claims that Trespasser "smashed the Australian wall in the first attack." This is wrong on every conceivable level. Trespasser attacked San Francisco in the first attack, in 2013. The first kaiju to attack Sydney was Scissure, in 2014. The kaiju what smashed the wall was Mutavore, in 2025.
There is one queer-coded character. He is murdered in gory fashion.
There is one Indigenous-coded character who studies kaiju and their biology. He is depicted being into New Agey woo and wrongly believing that the kaiju he raised can love him. He dies when one of his kaiju eats him.
A major antagonist is depicted as a ruthless man who will kidnap, mindwipe, exploit, and even murder children. Then the show attempts to give him a redemption arc and we're supposed to actually care.
The PPDC refused to let the children's father retrieve them and the other survivors left behind in "the Black." (Read: Australia after the PPDC literally bombed it from space after a bunch of breaches started opening all over it.) Yeah, the PPDC can bomb an entire continent from space, but they can't spare a goddamn rescue helicopter.
Despite all of this and the aforementioned child soldiers, the PPDC is framed as the good guys and the only respite from the horrors of the Black; getting to the Sydney shatterdome is an unambiguously happy ending.
Early on we're lead to think that the PPDC might be getting its hands dirty with kaiju genetic experiments/bioweapon development. Later on we learn that it's the local kaiju cultists doing it. Now come on, which suspect actually makes sense here; the PPDC who can afford to build a killsat, or the kaiju cultists who apparently can't even afford a sterile room to perform a blood transfusion in?
The kaiju cultists are pretty obviously inspired by far right conspiracy theories about evil cults, rather than the actual behaviors of actual cults.
The kaiju sisters recruit by kidnapping women, turning them into kaiju hybrids, and forcing them into their hivemind. For some reason they kill all men. Despite this they are really obsessed with the idea that the half-kaiju smol, who for all appearances is a boy, is going to be their kaiju messiah. It really doesn't make sense, but then again, what can we expect from a slapdash job of far right conspiracy theories?
By the way, this is the PPDC banner literally hanging from the PPDC training center, in the show that is very firm in insisting that THE PPDC IS THE GOOD GUYS WHO PROTECT YOU:
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A prompt: Jazz does her very best to be a good sister, and sometimes that means grabbing as much weapons as possible, steal the Speeder Specter and beat the shit out of a certain Warden, no one messes with her little brother on her watch
I CACKLED when this came into my askbox. This was such a fun prompt; thanks Anon!
“Nobody!” Thunk. “Messes!” Crack. “With my!” Whap. “Brother!”
Each word is punctuated with a hard swing of the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, and Jazz brings down the hardest blow on the ghost’s skeletal face with the final, shouted proclamation.
The Warden drops like a sack of potatoes, crumbling against the concrete floor of the ghost prison, and Jazz’s shoulders heave with exerted breaths as she tosses the bat aside with a clatter, slaps her palms together.
“Holy crap. That was awesome,” Danny says from the cell she was trying to break him out of before the Warden caught them—started drawling about the rules and consequences.
“Are you asking me to make an exception for your brother? Then where does it stop, human?”
Normally, she would have been inclined to agree with the ghost. Rules are in place for a reason—to keep people safe—and if people are allowed to break the ones that don't suit them, that can't possibly lead to anything good.
She understands the logic.
But. Well. The problem was, she just hadn’t cared about exceptions, or rules, or consequences. She hadn’t even cared about upholding civilized society, or whatever else the Warden had been spouting.
Because he put her brother in ghost prison. And, plain and simple, nobody touches her little brother.
“Okay, now. Let’s get you out of here. For real this time,” Jazz says.
Danny has his cuffed hands threaded through the bars of the cell—their biggest hurdle to overcome in this prison break. The bangles glow a gentle green—prevent Danny from using his powers or changing out of his phantom form. They had been working on figuring out how to turn the cuffs off or get Danny free of them when the Warden showed up. Hadn't had a chance to find a solution.
She twists a glance around now, trying to find something she missed in her first assessment that might be able to help them.
“Thanks for coming for me, Jazz…” Danny says quietly, his voice strained.
“Of course,” Jazz says in surprise, her gaze dancing up to him. “You know I would never leave you.”
“I know. But. I mean. It’s dangerous. I don’t know that you should have come,” Danny says, furrowing his lower lip between his teeth.
“What, are you kidding me?” Jazz says, stooping for the baseball bat again, hefting the weight of it in her hands. Her words are distracted, almost absent when she says, “You know I took out a squadron of ghost guards to get to you, right? If anyone is dangerous, it’s me, when someone tries to hurt my little brother.”
“I—did you really?” Danny asks, but she’s not listening anymore.
“Don’t move, okay?” she says, winding up.
“Wait, no, Jazz. You’re not going to brute force this, are you? You were talking about levers and crap before Walker showed up. You can’t just—”
But she’s already swinging, throwing all her weight behind the bat as she brings it down on the cuff. The impact jars up her arm and Danny clenches his eyes shut as she makes contact, but he doesn’t seem hurt by it. It gives her the determination to swing again, and again, and again.
She doesn’t break the whole cuff, but she does shatter the glowing strip that runs through it, and Danny crows triumphantly as he launches to his feet, phasing his wrist through the one bangle.
“Okay, do the other one now!” he exclaims, bouncing on his toes.
She gives a panting little laugh.
“Stop moving. I don’t want to accidentally hit you. If you haven’t noticed, I’m really strong,” she says.
She’s rewarded with that bubbling laugh she was fishing for, and it breaks her face on a smile.
He’s going to be fine. They’re going to be fine. She’s here now.
It’s a bit slower than she’d like, but Danny finally obliges her request, stilling himself, holding his other hand steady through the bars of his cell. He glances quickly up at her, admiration shining in his bright green eyes.
“Don’t let this go to your head, or anything, but you’re actually kind of cool,” he says.
“Pffft,” Jazz rolls her eyes.
She’s about to retort with a scathing comeback, but it’s then the Warden groans, stirring behind them. Jazz turns a quick look over her shoulder at him, using the brief fizzle of adrenaline his small movements send through her to fuel her next swing. The bat cracks against the cuff, breaking the power source with one hit, allowing Danny to free himself from the last remaining bangle.
"Okay, now, let's get out of here," she says.
“I think I’m a little bit afraid of you,” Danny says, laughing the words and beaming up at her as the cuffs clatter to the ground at his feet.
“What, because of this?” she asks breathlessly, swiping sweaty bangs out of her face with a goofy grin. “This is nothing. You should see me when somebody insults the Dewey Decimal System.”
#drabble requests#phanfic#danny phantom#danny fenton#Jazz fenton#Walker#anon ask#thanks for the request!
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xadri dialogue scraps
Radri: I don't think that'll happen. I'll have a choice—and if I'm not given one, I'll make it. I have a stronger will than this taint on my soul, remember? How many times now have I fought it, and won?
Xan: But it only takes one defeat for…
Xan: (sigh) No, I will not say it. At worst, I will have sown doubt into your mind, when doubt could be fatal.
Xan, quiet, tentatively, honest: I know it may not always show… but I believe in you, Estel'amin. If there is a way, you will find it.
Radri gives him a soft smile, and finds his hand, grasping it.
Radri: I know.
—
Xan, quiet: It only takes one defeat.
Radri, coaxing: Can't you believe in me for a moment?
Xan: I do. I always do… but my belief counts for very little.
———
Radri: I can't even really picture it. Slowing down… Being able to stay in one place again… (thinking of the Underdark) Being able to choose it.
Xan: Where would you choose?
Radri: Well…
Radri: …It can't be Baldur's Gate.
Xan: Why not?
Radri: They know about me there.
Xan: …Radri, if that is the metric, the entire Sword Coast knows about you. Therefore, nowhere within a reasonable traveling distance is acceptable. Besides… I may have already purchased a property in the city.
Radri: …
Radri: What?!
Xan, sheepish: You heard me well enough, I think.
Radri: A—A property. As in—a house?
(Xan just nods, and Radri gawks at him)
Xan: I saw it on the way out of the city, and seeing as I was already carrying a large amount of coin that would be dangerous to travel with on the road, I made the purchase. For the price I paid, I suspect there may be something sinister about it—perhaps some ancient evil hiding within the basement—but knowing you, you would find that challenge a feature. (He glances at her) Of course, if you do not like it, we can sell it.
Radri: I… I…
(Lost for words, she just stares at him, then,)
Radri: I can never hear you complain about my rushing into battle again. You just bought a house on impulse? Did you spend your entire share of the reward on it?
Xan, kind of miffed/insulted: No, thankfully. I still needed funds to travel. But if you'll remember, I was robbed upon my arrival in Athkatla, so it was ultimately for the best.
Radri: No, I'm not criticizing, just shocked!
Radri: I haven't thought about returning to Baldur's Gate. I… I don't know what they would think of me. I wish I could step into the city anew—neither hero nor Bhaalspawn. Maybe a disguise, could…
Xan: (sigh) If you go down that path, you will wind up sneaking everywhere—and what kind of respite will the city make then? Let them think what they will, and watch them soon forget you. Human cities have such short memories; it is one of their few benefits.
Xan: Of course, should anyone still think so poorly of you that they dare attempt to hurt you, they will soon be met with a spell to the face.
(Radri glances up at him with a surprised little smile)
Radri: Oh? They would?
Xan, rolling his eyes, secretly glad she perked up: How did I know that a threat of violence would cheer you?
Radri: Only because it's so rare for you, and I know you only say it for my benefit. (She kisses his cheek) …Thank you, Tahlimil.
—
Radri: I just don't think I'll ever be able to forget what they thought of me. I'd rather have not left an impression at all—hero or Bhaalspawn.
Xan: You sound as if you would rather be a ghost, passing through unseen.
Xan: But you are alive, Estel'amin. You cannot help but write yourself into memory wherever you go. Will you propose next that we always travel, lest you build any history, anywhere, at all?
Xan: Let them think what they will of you—and let them forget you. Human cities have such short memories, after all. It is one of their few benefits.
Radri, thinking that over: …I suppose so.
———
Xan: Now… now, I must confess, I dream of our future.
Radri: What do you imagine?
Xan: Well, I have not thought on it long, but…
Xan: Perhaps the evening finds us in separate rooms—I, in the library, and you, in the study, not to be disturbed—and I pester you with spectral touches until you storm down to meet me, only to melt in my arms.
Radri, amused: Why do both of our plans involve kissing it better?
Xan: Because it is a chance to exercise the influence we have on each other—to be one of the few that can soothe the other's annoyance so swiftly through a gesture of love?
Xan: But that is only one version of events—in the other, you react to my teasing with delight, and descend the steps silently to return my attention in kind.
Xan: What do you think? Are you displeased with me, or delighted?
Radri: I think I would have to experience your means of summoning me, first.
———
Xan: Do I detect a hint of irritation in your voice? Are you displeased with me, beloved? If so, you must say it, for our bond has informed me only of your sense of anticipation.
(Her heartbeat is rising, and he's not wrong, but he knows very well every facet of what she's feeling—he just wants to hear her say it.)
Radri, relenting: …Perhaps I am.
Xan: "Am"…?
(He's prompting, teasing, trying to get her to say it. She huffs.)
Radri: …Irritated. …With you.
(It's short lived, and even as she says it, it's already given way to her wondering what he has in store. Through the bond, a brief glow of satisfaction comes through from him; outwardly, Xan sighs.)
Xan: I see. What shall I do? Shall I remove myself from your presence? Shall I kneel and ask for your mercy?
Xan: Or would you permit me to earn back your favor, which I have so foolishly lost?
—
(Xan meets her eyes very seriously)
Xan: I cannot live knowing that you hold even an ounce of irritation towards me. I swear to you, whatever I may have done to lose your favor, I will stop at nothing to earn it back.
Radri, fighting a smile: You are so ridiculous.
Xan: Is this the source of your ire? Shall I be more solemn and contemplative?
———
(Xan holds her closer, and kisses her hair; Radri only seems to melt further against him.)
Xan, softly: Am I forgiven already?
Radri, murmuring: You always were.
Xan: Then shall I cast dimension door, and take us into our bedroom?
Radri: …Our bed is right there.
Xan, kissing her: In our dream, Estel'amin.
(Radri's smile grows, and she laughs against him)
Radri: What a waste of a dimension door.
Xan: I beg to differ; in times of peace and quiet, this is the exact use of dimension door. For lazy convenience.
(Radri draws back at last, looking up into Xan's eyes with a dreamy grin)
Radri: Whisk us away, then, enchanter.
———
(Radri, waiting, holds her arms out to him)
Radri: Hurry here.
(She's aware she's being more demanding than usual, but she misses his warmth, and Xan is willing to comply. Still, he takes the time to bow by the bed)
Xan, dryly, jokingly: Yes, my goddess.
(Radri makes a face, and Xan can't help an amused raise of his brow)
Xan: I suppose a reimagining of us as goddess and chosen is off the table?
Radri: As if you even want it to stay on.
Xan: Or perhaps I could be your high priest, or your willing sacrifice…
(Radri's distressed frown deepens)
Radri: Just come here, please. As you are.
Xan, smiling: Yes, Estel'amin.
(He joins her, and props himself over her reclined form to lean down and kiss her on the forehead; she reaches up and pulls him down to her, and he folds easily, his legs tangling into hers, his weight on her a comforting one. He shifts to the side, so that his weight will move off her chest, and though she lets him, her arms don't leave his shoulders, and she hooks one of her legs around his.)
Xan: It's as though I've been captured in an entangle spell.
(Radri peeks up at him, miffed, and Xan hugs her back and kisses her hair)
Xan: A rather beautiful and charming one, of course.
Radri, murmuring: You're beautiful and charming.
Xan: It echoes compliments, too? Has spellcraft gone too far?
(Radri breaks into a small smile, hiding it even though she knows Xan can already feel the glow of her contentment.)
———
Radri: I love you, Tahlimil. I will never leave you, or resent you, or tire of you… (She kisses him between words)
Xan: Tire of me? Now there is another one to worry about.
Radri, smiling against him: You know I would be apart from you for all of three days before I began missing you again.
Xan: Three days?
Radri: Hmm, two, then. (She kisses him again on the cheek)
Xan: If you continue counting down, you will soon imply that you would miss me even when I'm by your side, and that would mean something is gravely wrong, indeed.
Radri, laughing: Perhaps you should stop me from counting down, then.
———
Xan: I am grateful to have you, Estel'amin.
(Her face warms, glad for his closeness)
Radri, quietly: …I'm grateful to have you, too. I don't know where I would be without you.
Xan, light amused huff: The same place you are now, I'm sure.
Radri: …No. I wouldn't be right here, with you in my arms… I wouldn't have your name on my tongue, or your heart within mine…
Radri: I would be deprived of you. And I wouldn't even know what a tragedy that was.
Xan, touched, hiding it: And to think, I assumed that I was the one with a penchant for dramatics between us. You speak as if I am as essential as the air within your lungs.
Radri: You are.
(He kisses her fondly on the cheek)
Xan: You are far too sweet, Estel'amin.
Radri: …You don't believe me.
Xan: I do. I believe your love…
Xan: But a thousand other men could have stood in my place. Devoted themselves to you as I have. Thrown themselves at your mercy, for the merest brush with your affection. They would have served you just as well.
Radri: Please don't say that anyone else could replace you. You know they couldn't.
Xan, sighing: Radri…
(He trails off at the sincere look in her eyes)
Radri: You're the only one it could've been.
(She leans in to kiss him; he accepts, eyes falling closed, letting her take the lead for once.)
#could not wrangle these into anything so here they are#most of these first stemmed from the 'world’s saddest chosen' convo somehow
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Good Morning/Night!
So, as a Ducktales fan, I wanted to provide some of my own headcanons!
DELLA DUCK
• In all honesty, I think she would be the type to have gotten a sperm donor instead of having a one night stand or settling down with a male duck.
• She is a terrible mother and I wish the show provided more of a growth episode than her neglecting and abusing Louie. I mean, locking him in a room with no food or bathroom, then leaving him alone with a ghost and robot that attacks him based on his thoughts, and finally, who go's on a kids dream trip to teach them a lesson and tells them they can't be apart of the family (that she only just rejoined after years) for being themselves? That's just messed up.
• She gives me bisexual aromantic/demiromantic vibes.
DONALD DUCK
• He definitely knows about Louie's Kids, he isn't an idiot.
• I bet he taught HDL not to call him by parental titles because he didn't want to steal that from Della even with her betrayal.
• He strikes me as the kind of parent who is overprotective and gets exasperated easily but will answer any question and strives to let HDL achieve all their dreams within reason.
• He sent the triplets to school while he worked but would randomly call said school at Recess/Lunch to check that they were okay and behaving because HDL are trouble makers and he's worried about Scrooge's enemies.
• He got help from Goofy a lot as he has parenting experience with Max and is good with young kids.
• Mickey and Minnie would provide him free medical care for HDL and himself as they knew about his money struggles and are certified medical practitioners. (Mickey = Docter | Minnie = Child Psychologist).
HUEY DUCK
• Definitely has autism and butes/chews things/himself/his brothers as a stim
• I feel like he would actually be the second messiest next to Dewey of the three but tries to keep everything clean.
• JWG book and hat are comfort items.
• His favourite genres are fantasy, historical fiction and romance.
• He has small scars on his hands from JWC stuff.
• He likes to read in his spare time.
• He learnt first aid because of the disaster that is Dewey and Donald, but also because Louie gets injured the most
• He is a bisexual mess that falls for Violet when their 14.
• In highschool he joins the student council, dance committee and is Dungeon Master.
• He tutors Dewey and others during Recess.
• Is a good drawer.
• Becomes a chemical engineer and JWC leader.
DEWEY DUCK
• ADHD disaster.
• Is the best of the three at sports.
• Musical theatre kid that takes up drama, basketball and yearbook committee in highschool.
• Did you say dare! I'll do it!
• Becomes a pilot and actor as an adult after serving in the army like Donald (Navy pilot).
• Is an aroace. No time for love when danger is out there.
• Will do any dare that doesn't go against his moral code.
• If you hurt his brothers, be prepared to be beaten.
• Adventures the most as an adult.
• His fashion sense doesn't change much from punk jock at all. Varsity jacket and fingerless gloves forever.
• Ends up with a sneaker addiction.
• Gets a pet Labrador or hawk or both at some point to help him know when to stop and eat.
• Forgets to eat or drink and has to be reminded too by his brothers.
LOUIE DUCK
• Saves the Money from Louie's Kids in case of an emergency and for education necause he knows Donald wouldn't otherwise.
• I an anxiety and depression ridden mess.
• Goes to Mickey and Minnie the most due to all the injuries and trauma he receives from adventuring and his struggle with Della's return.
• Has a large online following.
• Is a technology, mathematical and social sciences prodigy.
• Enjoys writing in his spare time.
• Is the only triplet that knows how to cook.
• Is good at arts and crafts (Did you see his board). Specifically fashion and interior design but can draw well.
• Kepps stim toys, pens and notepads in his pockets for his brothers and himself.
• Would end up with a cat one day.
• Goldie taught him how to be a better conartist and to escape any situation.
• Is a sharpshooter and secretly does gymnastics.
• Would join debate and band (drums but can play violin and piano) so he can walk home with his brothers after their own clubs.
• Has a bad relationship with Della so goes to Donald or Goldie if he needs anything.
• Would go through law school but owns charities that he let's Dewey be the spokes person for while he runs side businesses that Huey oversees as he becomes an underground boss to catch criminals for cops/Scrooge. (He's got the reputation, why not use it?).
• He is the Duck family go to when they need a lawyer.
• Funds his brothers, the girls and Donald's lives unlike Scrooge did when Donald moved away to raise HDL.
• Does heists with Goldie for the fun of it more than profit.
• He so learnt magic and became immortal somehow.
WEBBY VANDERQUACK
• Marries Lena (they are cute together even if only platonically).
• Inherits Scrooge's fortune and buisness but Louie has already become immortal and the richest Duck in the world when she does.
• Becomes a spy like Beakley and gets info from Louie.
• Settles into the role of adventurer and buisness owner but adopts children she meets on her adventures.
• I feel like she would renovate the Mansion to be more pink and provides safer storage for stuff. (Seriously Scrooge, a gold hunting dragon in a garage when LP as your driver?).
• Is so the fun aunt/mum
That is all, thank ye for reading!
#ducktales 2017#louie duck#huey duck#dewey duck#donald duck#della duck#webby vanderquack#headcannons
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Microfic Process: Pt 2
In part one I talked a little bit of how I write microfics, but here's an example with the latest prompt, by request of @tackytigerfic. This is how this process plays out in all the detail you could want about how I write them. Possibly too much detail, you decide.
So the latest prompt is ‘found.’ The first thing that comes to mind is lost & found, but that’s not really much to write anything about. I told a personal story earlier this week about how my elementary school made you wear a cardigan out of the lost and found when you forgot yours, which I did frequently as a very absentminded kid, but the idea of writing about Harry getting more hand-me-downs than he’s already had in his life makes me sad. Idea tossed.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Arctic Monkeys since I now have AM on vinyl, and there’s the lyric, “I’m not sure if I should/show you what I found” in Fireside. It’s about a past relationship, and the places you have/had together. A better concept than lost and found.
Some structure stuff then, which is that I like to vary formats and POVs a little. I’ve done dialogue only as my last so that’s out, and I don’t feel like doing a text fic. I lean third person and Harry POV, so let’s go with first person and Draco.
“I had ended the argument by saying it was my house.” Eugh. Don’t love that. Starting over.
“I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. I didn't know then that he would stay." I like the first sentence but not the second.
“I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Little did I know, he could be gone and here at the same time. It's the worst kind of curse.” Eh, not sold on the last sentence. Deleting. But I like the idea it’s one of those curses they have cast on each other. What’s the lyric from Chicago Is So Two Years Ago by Fall Out Boy? Right, “The only thing you’ll get is this curse on your lips/I hope they taste of me forever.”
I’ve also read the word lintel recently and after Googling I know I haven’t mistaken it for another word. Maybe. I’m thinking of the way my mom when I moved into any house after leaving hers, she came over and burned incense and blessed every doorway. I thought it was silly, but lately I find it comforting.
“I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Little did I know, he could be gone and here at the same time. Every doorway and window is like Harry kissed his fingertips against them” 38 words. Don’t like the word window, it disrupts the flow. Second sentence is wobbly but may well proceed.
Okay. “I told him to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him. Little did I know, he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.” 41 words. Obviously this is a ghost metaphor, but if I use the word ghost it’s too obvious. Harry’s still alive just not with him. No MCD today, friends, spooky season or not.
Also Harry’s name is mentioned too late for my liking and why did I add a comma? Going to change the spacing. I think arguments themselves are not very interesting (see: Simple Things), but I should hint at something.
“I told Harry to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him.
Little did I know he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.
But if Harry can't promise to come home safe, it's for the best.”
54 words. Eh, I don’t really love Harry is in danger as a reason for them to have had a real barn burner of an argument.
“I told Harry to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him.
Little did I know he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.
It's for the best, I remind myself, if he wouldn't say it back.”
54 words. I like this better but that last sentence is a bit unwieldy. Also I think ‘it’ is a bit too vague. It’s about I love you, but I don’t really think that’s the argument either. But it is context so:
“I told Harry to get out, that I couldn't stand the sight of him.
Little did I know he could be gone and here at the same time. It feels like Harry kissed his fingertips and pressed them against every lintel.
Then again, he'd never said he loved me back.”
50 words. And I’ll read them out loud. Sounds good. I even avoided lingering, my favourite word and starting a sentence with but. Checking the tenses again. Usually tagging gives enough context, and I’ll note it’s just a break up. I do like Lost and Found as a title even if I didn’t use it to write this. I could use What I Found. Actually, I like that better. Will credit. And that’s one microfic done.
Here it is.
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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday
Demolition Trio picking up from last time, Jak has just informed Spargus of Kor's true identity and is headed for the nest on what used to be Misty Island
Previously:
"And the kid?" Kleiver asked boldly.
"Do not concern yourself with my sons," Damas answered flatly, surprising them, "I'll see to it that Mar is protected before we depart."
He could think of only one place where he could absolutely guarantee that no one would interfere with Mar in his absence.
Damas hastened to his quarters and didn't bother to offer an explanation as he unceremoniously lifted Mar from the floor. Mar made a tiny noise of protest as his crayons were left behind.
"Hush, Mar," Damas said tersely, "We must be very quiet now, alright? I'm going to show you a secret."
Mar perked up at that, curiosity roused. A secret? He watched as his father braced his shoulder against a shelf and pushed it away from the wall. A carefully disguised door had been hidden there, covered in false stones to mimic the rest of the room. Damas took his amulet from his belt and held it against the door for an instant. The door hissed open to reveal a small elevator.
"Never show this to anyone, Mar," Damas said solemnly, "Not even if they ask you to. Only I open this door, alright? It's dangerous down there for anyone who isn't in our family."
"Dangerous for me?" Mar asked in subdued signs.
His father was being very serious indeed. Was something wrong?
"Not for you, no." Damas shifted his weight as the lift creaked and groaned. "This is where I've been taking Chopper when he howls at night and you can't sleep. It's sort of a..." he cast about for words that would make sense to his younger son. "...sort of a playground for crocodogs. But Chopper's mother is very protective of us -- and her pups."
Mar thought for a moment. "Like Jak?"
Damas snorted. It was an accurate enough comparison. "Yes. Very much like Jak. When Jak goes Dark, remember how anyone he doesn't know has to stay away from him? The dogs are the same way. That's why you can't tell anyone about this place."
That wasn't the reason at all, but Mar was happy enough now. He didn't need to know that this was the one place in the city only Damas knew how to find. If there were metalheads behind the walls, they'd never find the Kennel.
Damas stepped out into a deep cavern. He carried Mar down two short drops and into a grotto filled with excited yips and yelps. Chopper and two of his larger siblings halted their rough and tumble game the moment they smelled their master, and charged to the edge of the nest to jump up on Damas. The puppies wriggled and barked, unable to sit still.
"More puppies!" Mar flailed with delight and squirmed to get down.
Damas crouched beside him and scratched the brindled pup under the chin. "Indeed. These are Chopper's sisters. They usually like to stay on the islands, but Ghost didn't want her pups outside right now."
"What are their names?"
"This is Snap," Damas said, patting the brindled pup, "And that one is Maw."
Maw scratched her one flopped over ear and shook herself.
Before Mar could get too distracted, Damas put his hands on his shoulders. "Mar, I want you to listen to me very carefully: I have to leave for a little while. Your brother needs my help, and I can't bring you with me. So I'm giving you a very important job, alright?"
Mar perked up a bit at that, as Damas had expected he would. "I need you to help Ghost watch over the pups until either I or Jak comes to get you. Do you think you can do that?"
The child pouted, but he nodded. "When are you coming back?" he asked.
There was no true guarantee he'd be coming back at all, and Damas knew that. There was every possibility that he might be forced to sacrifice himself so that Jak could make it home alive. As a father, Damas knew in hus heart that he was fully willing and prepared to do so, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on the thought. Instead he squared his shoulders and pulled his son close.
"As soon as I destroy the metalhead nest. It might be tonight, but if the fight is long, it may be tomorrow. When I've got your big brother, I'll come straight back, alright?"
Mar squeezed him tight, then stepped back.
"Okay. I'll watch the puppies."
He took a breath and did his best to look fierce. "See? Just like Jak! Bye, Daddy, I love you!"
Damas swallowed past a lump in his throat.
"I love you too, little one."
Summoning all his resolve, he turned and forced himself to walk away.
Ghost would protect Mar, he knew that instinctively. But it was hard to accept. From the moment Sig had brought his son -- brought his sons -- back to him, there had rarely been a moment when Mar was not within sight or earshot of his father. Mar was only just beginning to be comfortable with venturing from Damas’s side for more than a few minutes at a time -- something Damas himself was not yet ready for. This would be the longest they'd been apart since their reunion.
It couldn’t be helped, Damas’s more rational side reassured him. Sooner or later he would have needed to teach Mar how to get to the Kennel anyway. And he couldn't pass up the chance to end the Metalhead Wars once and for all; especially not when the warrior leading the charge was Jak. He could not -- he would not -- allow his son to face down his ancient enemy without his father this time.
Damas exited the lift and pulled the bookcase back into place to hide the false wall. Pausing only to pick up a string of Vulcan cartridges, he hastened to meet his warriors at the gates. More had mustered than he had expected, turning the proposed infiltration team into a full raiding party. The king felt a rush of pride surge through him at the sight. These were his people.
"Listen up," he barked, "We're headed for the monastery, no stops. If you need any supplies or extra water, nows the time to get it. A convoy like this is going to draw some eyes, so I want Slam Dozers on the outside of the group to provide some protection, and Sand Sharks running ahead to clear the way."
Quickly, he checked his weapons, and stowed them under the seat of one of the Dozers. Then he turned to face his people with a note of warning in his voice.
"Once we're there, we'll take the transport ring straight to the nest with the coordinates Jak provided for us. This...this is going to be the big one. The swarm king is in the heart of the hive this time, and he won't go down without a fight. I don't know how many of us are going to walk away from this. Weigh the risks in your own mind and decide now whether you are needed more in the city or in the raiding party. I will not fault you if you choose to stay back and defend our home."
"And let the kid have all the fun?" Someone yelled, earning a few wry chuckles.
"Like leaper turds are you leavin' me behind," Kleiver snapped, "I hate metalheads."
An air of anticipation hung over them all. They each recognized the danger, and the uncertainty of success. But they were Spargans. They were made for the hunt. And this was surely the hunt to end all hunts. Even Damas felt the thrumming in his blood, a call to action drowning out even the worst case scenarios whispering in his ears.
"Well then." He bared his teeth in a smile more like a dune-wolf than a man. "To your vehicles."
"You heard the man!" Eris shouted, raising her rifle high, "Let's move!"
Hold on, Jak. We're coming.
#free day thursday#jak and daxter#fic prompts#writing prompts#jnd#jak and daxter fic#king damas#dadmas#jak and daxter mar#crocodog#crocadog#Ghost's full litter was five pups but the last two are Chaos and Ghost was still rounding them up#Chopper Snap and Maw are actually trained. Rip and Tear are NOT.#spargus#jak 2 renegade#demolition trio au#next part skips straight into the thick of the fight with Kor
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Green Ninja Kai AU, the most unoriginal AU premise ever but shush let me have my fun
"Maybe you were right last time. Maybe we do have more in common than I thought."
Last time, Morro had been dead set on convincing the ninja of what they had in common, how he was right and Wu was wrong, and how he and the old man's new pupils should work together. This time, hearing echoes of his own words, confirmation of so many things which he'd fought so hard just to make them understand, he wants to track down one of the Masters of Time in the Departed Realm so he can go back and stop those words before he ever put them in the Green Ninja's head.
"Wu only cares about my power, not about me."
That one, though, was not so directly from Morro, and came as something of a surprise.
"The others..." Kai scoffs. "He's treated them different ever since he found out about me. Like they're not worth his time. Except Lloyd — as soon as his powers showed up, Wu suddenly couldn't let him out of his sight. Like he never abandoned him."
Morro doesn't know what to do with this information. He's not totally sure who Lloyd is. His powers must really be something, if Wu took notice— no. He can't take Kai's words at face value. There's something going on and he's wary, unnerved by the changes in the Green Ninja since the last time they met.
He's angry, a seething anger kept in check but only just. It's most clearly visible whenever Wu is mentioned, which is disproportionately often, even considering the huge role he played in Morro's earlier arguments that Kai is rehashing now. Either they had preexisting problems, or the seeds of those arguments grew even more than they were meant to.
Maybe finding a Master of Time isn't such a bad idea. As the Green Ninja goes on, railing about the way his master treats his friends and himself, about the childhood that this Lloyd person is missing out on, he becomes even more unnerved than his initial reaction to finding himself face to face with the guy and not being blasted at. Which had been very unnerving, but he'd quickly realized that it meant exactly the opportunity he had come looking for, to reason with the ninja and apologize and seek— maybe not forgiveness but some kind of understanding—
It looks like Kai is understanding all the wrong things. Do the other ninja know he's this unhinged? Surely they would have talked some sense into him by now. The things he's saying... He feels a worry for his old Sensei that he hasn't felt in a long, long time. It's clear that the Green Ninja feels betrayed by his master and is overprotective of his friends (no, family, he keeps calling them his family). The question is whether he's dangerously overprotective yet.
...this is the Green Ninja. Of course he's dangerous. Hence the worry for Wu.
"Where is your family, by the way?" Morro cuts in to the rant.
Kai looks like he's about to answer, starts with a wave of his hand, and then narrows his eyes. "Why do you want to know?"
Because it's not a good idea to be alone while grappling with resentment for someone you thought of as a father as family. Because with no one around to talk you down, you wound up doing really stupid things. Because you could die get hurt trying to prove yourself. "It's just that you're out here on your own talking to a ghost that's tried to kill you before, is all," Morro says, and there's a beat before he realizes that sounds threatening— "Not that I'm going to try again. Like I said, I just want to talk, but shouldn't you have backup anyway?"
Kay dismisses the concern with an Eh, still eying him suspiciously. "Why would you want to talk with them? I'm the one you've got issues with. Me and Wu, anyway."
...since when has the Green Ninja dropped titles for his master? Has he been doing that the whole time he's been ranting? It isn't a good sign. Morro initially dropped the title out of intentional disrespect, thinking the man didn't deserve it, and now he doesn't use it because he's the one who doesn't deserve to imply any kind of relationship. "To apologize?" he tries, forcing half a smile. "I did do some damage."
"Yeah," Kai says, shifting into a slightly readier stance, "you did."
Morro raises his hands — only a little, placatingly —and repeats, "I'm not going to do that again. I only want to apologize. Especially to," he falters, but can tell that he won't be able to get away with just trailing off the words, so he quiets but makes himself finish, "to Master Wu."
Kai snorts at that, either the inclusion of the title or the idea of apologizing. "There's nothing to apologize to him for," he bites out, and that answers that. "I know what he did to you."
Oh does he now? "He... took me in," Morro begins cautiously. "Gave me a place to stay, food to eat. Trained me." Loved me.
"Turned his back on you as soon's he found out you weren't the Green Ninja."
The one who did turn out to be the Green Ninja is... surprisingly calm as he says that. No, calm is the wrong word; his voice is even, but his face, his eyes, they're sharp and hanging on close to whatever reaction the words will garner. Oh. So he's trying his hand at manipulation. It's too obvious, it's a weak attempt, but all the same this is a weak point for Morro and Kai definitely knows that. "He didn't kick me out," he says, then forces himself to stop gritting his teeth. "He made a mistake, but then I made a much worse one. He didn't—"
"You were a kid and he shouldn't have put that kind of pressure on you to begin with!" Kai snaps.
Morro stares. Doesn't know what to make of that. Doesn't know what to think. Since returning to the Departed Realm, he's been working on his apologies, working out what to say to prove that he regrets what he did, how to show his old master that he's changed. It hadn't truly occurred to him that Wu had in fact been partially in the wrong and Morro's own mistakes don't overwrite those of his master.
He sees that now mainly because Kai is practically a kid, even if not quite as young as he'd been himself. They can both be wrong. They can all be wrong. Morro's not totally sure what's right at this point — "family" would sound right except for the way Kai talks about it, the edge to his voice and twist to his words that he's almost sure shouldn't be there, but then what would he know about family himself — and he had sort of planned on getting his apologies out, making things right as much as he could, and fading back to the Departed Realm where he belonged.
Now... now he thinks he might have stumbled into some kind of responsibility here. He had put at least some of these ideas in Kai's head, and the guy is clearly not all right. He should probably make sure that Wu and the other ninja are aware of things, and then they can deal with it themselves. He's not cut out for it.
Still, what he can do is make sure the Green Ninja gets home safe. As long as it doesn't rain again or something, that should be within his power. "I want to talk to him," he says finally. "I—"
Kai's scoff interrupts his attempt to swear not to harm anyone. He doesn't say anything else right away, just rolls his eyes, looks off to the side, crosses his arms. Morro waits, and finally the living ninja mutters, without looking back, "Why? It won't do you any good. He hasn't changed."
"I still want to," he says, firm but quiet. Kai has too much angst going on to get any sense out of him, or into him for that matter. He'll have to rely on his family.
He has to swallow a surge of jealousy at the thought of having that, having a family to rely on to pull him out of a dangerous mindset. But no, he had something good and he threw it away. He isn't innocent, no matter how much of the fault was on Wu. He can regret, but he doesn't get to go around feeling sorry for himself, not until he's out of the way in the Departed Realm again. For now, there's some amount of responsibility he has to take for what he's done, and he figures getting the Green Ninja safely back to his family is a decent start.
#ninjago#ninjago au#gk!au#kai smith#morro#this au is never gonna be fully written#so I'll just chuck fun little bits of it into the tumblr void#my writing#my fic#no editing we die like plastic ninja
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thinking of valie being possessed by a ghost who's just a lil strange
valie uses she/he pronouns
so when all the twst cast meet up in the party area and valie is nowhere to be found (grim is there w. them ) and they're panicking, possessed! valie walks up to them, like this:
"ha." a slow clap can be heard as heels click up to the halloweenders. "a most entertaining show."
valie stands before them, in an entirely new look than the one they've seen him in. now, she is clothed with a sleek black dress with an open back, one that drapes down the her feet. silver jewelry rests on her neck, and his hair is kept in an updo.
a beverage is in one hand as he stalks towards them almost uncertainly, which each step taking longer than it should.
"HENCHMAN!" grim rushes towards his partner, but is put off by the snarl valie emits.
"i speak to no vermin."
"malleus, you promised we'd be safe!" grim hisses, to which malleus replies with a scowl.
"i have every intention to keep it that way."
"no, don't." the ghost in valie drawls, swerving dangerously. "i mean this body no harm."
"how are we supposed to know that when the rest of the ghosts-", ace shoots a dirty look at malleus. "did that to us?!"
"well, you see, unlike the other ghosts, I only wish to fulfill what I couldn't before my passing. I have no desire the serve the boss."
"you could've just done that with your ghost form. I see no need to do that with the possession of another's body." riddle points out.
"you living creatures wouldn't understand." valie dictates with vermin. "and I have no reason to explain my reasons. however, if you listen to my demands, this body will be returned to you safe and sound."
"like hell we'll do that!" deuce shouts. "i've got a bone AND two to pick with you!"
"really? even if this body is magicless? that doesn't sound fair at all." valie chuckles, seeing the pause in deuce's body. "I don't believe you take to the news well either."
"well, that's true... we can't hurt the prefect, since he can't defend himself..." sebek mutters. "but I CANNOT let someone be possessed under MY watch again!"
"I agree. we'll listen to your condition, on the account that you let the prefect go." silver agrees, nodding.
"very well, we have a deal." valie grins victoriously. "now... what do you think of this dress?"
"...huh?" is everyone's collective reply.
"don't just gape at me, say something. I do work hard on the few garments I can find, and this is the reaction I get? men, the same in every dimension..."
"does this mean valie is in... dead people clothes?" epel whispers in horror. sebek lets out a loud gasp in reply.
"hmm, well if critic is what you need, I can certainly give you that." vil snaps, moving towards the front of the crowd. "objectively speaking, the clothing is nothing incredible. it's just a dress that is backless- there's nothing more to it."
"however," vil adds, circling around valie. "the way you styled his hair, along with the accessories you've added compliments the simplicity of the dress. it's done well, but nothing spectacular."
"truly? done well?" the ghost in valie smiles, pleased. "good. that is all."
"eh?"
"were you expecting more? I only wanted critique on the work that I have done. now, as promised," valie sits down on the chair, crossing her legs. "the reward."
the ghost leaves the prefect's body and soon, the prefect opens his eyes. "...hey... oh, wow, my body feels weird- oh!" grim leaps at him quickly , pressing their noses together in a slue for comfort.
"ya okay?"
"are you alright?" silver asks, approaching the prefect and gently cupping his cheeks.
"kind of? i feel disoriented, but otherwise I'm okay. is someone gonna tell me what happened, or..."
"we'll fill you in."
=
"what a weirdo! what kinda ghost does that?! aren't you supposed to do unspeakable things with my body or something?!"
"are you saying you wanted them to!?"
"no, but that's what happens in the movies!"
#yeah#valie n a bakcless dress yesss#my true mission#anyway love this#valencia karasu#stuff hits the fan
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🎶 + Mihren, Mihri & Rylen, Lia & Garrus AND Lia & Tarquin oOoOOo I know you have multiple songs for everyone so I am choosing all of them
Send me a 🎶 + an OTP of mine and I’ll give you a song that reminds me of them.
Ohohoho so I actually didn't have any Mihri/Rylen ones (so why did I put their names there??), and I didn't have any for Lia and Tarquin either. But I have done some extensive research and have come up with some. I've got lyrics with these, so I've put everything under the cut to save everyone's dashes.
Mihren (Mihri & Cullen):
I mentioned this song the other day in another ask (not as an actual answer), but I'm gonna go ahead and use it anyway. As a note, I think the perspectives could change a bit for this song to fit them. Mihri wants to absolutely destroy him, not necessarily the other way around.
It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others, it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger, and he just don't know
You pray it all away, but it continues to grow
I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, close your eyes, girl, so lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear, "I want to fucking tear you apart"
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare
They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do?
Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last
Either way, he wanted her, and this was bad
Wanted to do things to her, it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her
Mihri & Rylen
Not much to say about this one. She has, frankly, bewitched him. One of my favourite horny songs.
Her lipstick stains like acid rain
Dissolving away my sense of restraint
…
Concealing the violence, I've been stung by the wasp
So come to me
No sense of restraint
So come for me
Come with me and disappear without a trace
Criminal, in how I crave the way she tastes
I'm the rapture in her head when she attempts to sleep
It's haunting, she kills me
No time or place to take it slow
And my head aches but I refuse to go
Her face as soft as snow
She looks so lost but she feels like home
I will wait endlessly
I will break you carefully
So take me harmfully
You fit so perfectly
I will wait
Lia & Garrus
We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired
I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned
I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company
So maybe tonight, I'll be the libertine
Oh, show me your love, your love
Give me more but it's not enough
Show me your love, your love
Before the world catches up
'Cause there's always time for second guesses
I don't want to know
If you're gonna be the death of me
That's how I want to go
You've got it all worked out with so little time
Memories that I'd black out if you were mine
You've got a pocket full of reasons why you're here tonight
So, baby, tonight just be the death of me
Lia & Tarquin
I have seen this used as an actual love song before, but I get missed opportunity/pining vibes from this. Lia and Tarquin are the FWB that catch feelings, but unfortunately they're both just too stupid to ever realize that they're both in love. And guess what? It doesn't matter because I don't do a Tarquin Lives AU :) Missed opportunities ahoy!
I'm a ghost in your eyes
A shadow you can't seem to recognize
I have a thought of you for every star in the sky
But I'm scared, I'll never cross your mind
Yeah, I'm scared
Will our stars ever align?
Will two hearts beat in time?
These words you should always remember
To you, my heart I surrender
Chasing love that can never be mine
Maybe one day you'll realize
These words you should always remember
To you, my heart I surrender
My heart I surrender
And I can't count the times
I stayed awake pretending you were mine
Now I'm left here with this emptiness inside
Why can't I make you mine?
#thanks!!#I realized I am desperately low on love songs#I keep recycling the same ones for all of my pairings#I generally listen to things that are just... aggressive and/or violent#mihri tag#lia tag#ask game answers#mihren
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Judges 6: 33-40. "The Chance."
Midianites and Amelakites, "strifers and hand wringers" are "easterners" meaning they are beginners with the minds of a teenager with his first boner.
Jews are complex beings who have dedicated their lives to the escalation of the issues confronting the residual traces of Adam and Eve on this planet. It is a lot of work but each stage pays off with what is called Shabbos, "satisfaction" and then Shabbat, "effortlessness."
Judge Gideon marshalls five Jewish traits, Abiezer, "Alpha Male Commander of the Accessories", Manasseh, "forget the past, use what you learned," Asher, "happiness", Zebulun, "gold overnight", and Naphtali, "crafty, cunning, perverse", to prevent the "beginners" from encroaching upon Israel. They meet in the Valley of Jezreel, "What God Sows Must Climb."
A Meeting is much different than a battle or a war:
Jews are numerous individuals that concieve from God a certain national identity. The process has a beginning and is ongoing. The introduction of Gideon and the five attributes of the Jewish self mentioned above are the secret way to start persons who have decided to begin their Jewishness and conjoin with the rest of Israel. So long as the parts do not know how to do this, if any of them at present do, Israel will remain broken. We must know how to open the door and show newcomers the way in and redirect the ones who are lost. This is done through meetings.
The goal is certainly to convey the facts but it is moreso a way to convey the emotions a Jews feels about Ha Shem in their hearts and express these emotions in a very proper way:
33 Now all the Midianites, Amalekites and other eastern peoples joined forces and crossed over the Jordan and camped in the Valley of Jezreel.
34 Then the Spirit of the Lord came on Gideon, and he blew a trumpet, summoning the Abiezrites to follow him.
35 He sent messengers throughout Manasseh, calling them to arms, and also into Asher, Zebulun and Naphtali, so that they too went up to meet them.
36 Gideon said to God, “If you will save Israel by my hand as you have promised—
37 look, I will place a wool fleece on the threshing floor. If there is dew only on the fleece and all the ground is dry, then I will know that you will save Israel by my hand, as you said.”
38 And that is what happened. Gideon rose early the next day; he squeezed the fleece and wrung out the dew—a bowlful of water.
39 Then Gideon said to God, “Do not be angry with me. Let me make just one more request. Allow me one more test with the fleece, but this time make the fleece dry and let the ground be covered with dew.”
40 That night God did so. Only the fleece was dry; all the ground was covered with dew.
Gideon performs two tests which tempt God to prove He is real to the beginners. Risky and very dangerous, but God agrees. Why? Because God will never leave a Jew high and dry.
Gideon is an ambitious man. He wants to do all of this on the threshing floor because that is where the Kings of Israel are born. He wakes up in the morning, well beyond any kind of desire for Shabbat or Mashiach and asks God to make him king over all of Israel. Only such a person can save it.
The Values in Gematria are:
v. 33: The Eastern People joined forces. The Value in Gematria is 8370, חגזאֶפֶס, gazapes, "begin from scratch."
v. 34: Then the Spirit of the Lord came on Gideon. The Value in Gematria is 5395, הגטה. "the divorce."
The reason we are automatically divorced from the Holy Ghost and why God told the Kings of Israel not to be religious is because you can't marry God you have to marry another person. This is the first rule, all of Judaism culminates in marriage, which then serves as a platform other Jews to learn how to be religious without being too devout.
=Attainment to Shabbat.
v. 35: He sent messengers. Messengers are the senses, which an intelligent man sends out to collect knowledge and then literally calls data back into his arms. The Value in Gematria is 6992, וטטב hottab, "found good and benefitted."
When a guest arrives, do not tell him you want to get a plane and shoot him down. The process of becoming a Jew and Jewish Royalty entails a painfully obvious wobbly stage at the beginning, but all of us have been there. Certainly there will be time to argue who is the best Jew in the room after a new person has had a proper chance to learn the Torah.
v. 36-37: I know that you will save Israel by my hand, as you said. The Value in Gematria is 11852, יאחהב "will love."
v. 38: And that is what happened. Gideon rose early the next day; he squeezed the fleece and wrung out the dew—a bowlful of water.
Water always goes from the lowest point to the highest, fire is the opposite. Fire, which can be extinguished or run out of fuel burns up.
Water is from heaven, from God, fire comes from man. The word for water in Hebrew is Moses. The Words of Moses came down from heaven and like drops of water falling into a bowl they collect and are not dissimilar from the rest. The presence of the Jew on earth is explains how this process of taking the water from heaven and retaining it for future Jews to use. A man's fire will never be capable of this, but God's water is forever.
To squeeze the fleece, a symbol of manhood, is given back to the man from whom it was taking= his Royal Title.
"The first of the fleece of your sheep [shearing], you shall give him"—Deuteronomy 18:4.
We are commanded to separate the first portion of [a sheep's] shearing and give it to the priest.
The wringing of the fleece is the method used which shall be passed along to the Royal Prince.
The Value in Gematria is 9388, טגחח , "a sigh." g'niychah, "I will remember you like a man."
The ego is insanity, it is chaos. All troubles come from the ego until it is dissolved during adult life. The Rab said we are to make a "sharp departure" from our egoic mindsets, the precise reason we observe Pesach, which means "to meet", because we can't and certainly do not want to try to grow up on our own.
Even still Gideon asks of God, "let me be young one more time". The ego will always try to maintain itself= why we dip it twice:
v 39: Allow me one more test with the fleece. The Value in Gematria is 11959, אאטהט, "I will slow down, I will die."
There is no need to slow down or remain a slave to the ego. This kills God's heart.
v 40: That night God did so. Only the fleece was dry; all the ground was covered with dew. The Value in Gematria is זאֶפֶסגב, zpaysgiv, "It's a lottery that gives back."
"Take a chance."
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