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Death echoes
So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.
Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might've mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I'm... decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight's post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.
So! with all of the context-for-the-context out of the way, let’s move on to the actual context for what I’m writing cause I can’t be bothered with writing an intro XD
Essentially, this is an au where Danny is an established member of the Justice League, or maybe one of the teen hero teams? I’m a slut for eternal teenager Danny, but maybe he’s enough of a powerhouse to be on the main team despite him both looking and acting like the dumbass fourteen year old he died as. Either way, he’s on a League/League-sanctioned mission and things go bad. Like, everyone-almost-dies bad. And so as a final desperation attack, Danny uses his Wail, a power he’s never told anyone on the league he even has. And it works, and they make it out, but after the fact everyone has. Questions. And because in this au death echoes are deeply personal, Danny dodges those questions, but the league coughbatmancough isn’t satisfied with that. So they push for answers. Answers Danny’s not willing to give, because. In my mind death echoes aren’t just based on how a person died, but also their experience of that death. What their last thoughts were. When Danny died the only thing that he could process beyond just an all-encompassing painpainpainpainpain was the sound of someone screaming. His screaming. And so his death echo is the sound of a fourteen year old child screaming in deathly pain and terror weaponized, which definitely gave the league Even More Questions than they would’ve had already. Which finally brings us to the actual snippet, which is a conversation between John Constantine, who was brought in for his experience with the supernatural once it became clear Danny wasn’t going to talk, and Danny himself.
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“So, kid. Batsy tells me you’ve been hiding some of your abilities, wanna tell me what's up with that? Call it an occultist's intuition, but somethin’ tells me you’re not just being stubborn for the hell of it.”
“It’s... complicated. And not anyone’s business, either!”
“Kid...”
“Why does it even matter?! It’s not something I want to or am even able to do on a regular basis! I saved the mission, can’t they just accept that and move on???”
Sighing, Constantine reached up to start massaging his brow. “Kid, you and I both know that ain’t gonna be enough. Now I know that some things are better left alone, but the rest of these idiots? They can’t accept that, Batsy especially. That man’s never left bloody well enough alone in his life”
He looked up just in time to see the otherworldly teen shrink into himself, looking every bit the child he was. “I know but... why? Why do they need to keep asking questions? And why do they only ask the ones that hurt to answer?”
A sharp glance. “The fuck kinda questions are they asking? Batman was speaking in more grunt than word, so I didn’t really catch all the details of what this power you’re supposedly hiding even is.”
Phantom shrinks even more into himself at that, and responds in a voice so small it’s more sigh than speech. “I... I can scream. And it breaks things and pushes people back. But it, it sounds. Bad. And it brings up bad memories and I don’t like to do it or listentoitoreventhinkaboutitandtheywon’tletmeforgetand-”
“Breathe kid. I know you don’t need to but just take a deep breath with me. Don’t you go getting lost in your own head on me now., Constantine reassured the kid automatically, the sheer hopelessness prompting action long before the words themselves could be understood. Then the rest of him caught up, and he had to pause. Looked up at the kid, saw just how distressed he was. A picture was starting to form in the back of his head, and Constantine didn’t like what he saw one bit. A last-resort power that the normally open Phantom was strangely reticent about. A scream so horrible sounding the rest of the league would not to stop asking questions about it. Terrible memories to match said scream. And one truly miserable child who couldn’t bear to even think about any of it.
“Phantom... is that your Echo? Screaming?”
A miserable nod is his only response, the tears that had been welling up in the kid’s eyes finally starting to fall. Cursing softly to himself, Constantine stood to leave, bracing himself for the Bat’s inevitable questioning. “Well then you just take all the time you need love, and leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure the rest of those idiots know not to ask you about this ever again.” And with that Constantine turned and strode towards the door, leaving the quietly sobbing child to collect himself in privacy.
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I had a whole-ass lore dump conversation between Constantine and Batman planned here, explaining how death echoes are deeply personal, and asking about one is a taboo on par with, potentially even worse than, asking a ghost about their death outright. Because they are formed from an amalgamation of how a ghost died, their last thoughts, and their final emotions, in some ways asking a ghost about their Echo is like asking them to describe their death in painstaking detail. But uhhh... inspiration bug left. So yea. Side note, I’d like to apologize if my depiction of Constantine’s accent was Bad, I’m but a lowly USAmerican whose only exposure to British accents is through tv ^-^’
#did some minor edits to fix typos and make things flow better when i went back in to add the hyperlink#that being said dont expect too much i wrote this in a bit of an inspiration frenzy lol#and barely edited it after the fact#the snek rambles#the snek writes#snippit#dp x dc#danny phantom#john constantine#idk wtf else to tag this#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover
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Tim shuffled away to get behind him as quietly as he could, which Tim thought was pretty quiet. He glared up at the Flonase above him, just a bit less than a foot out of reach. He still had the chance of being able to jump and knock it off the shelf which would in turn immediately get the other man’s attention.
He could try to grab some cans or find some type of step stool to boost himself up but that again would get the man’s attention. He looked at the man again, looking down at his bandages, the darkened blood that oozed out of his hand and seeped through the gauze.
Tim had gotten a cut on his hand once after tripping on asphalt and trying to catch himself. He could remember how difficult it was to hold his camera or his books, it couldn’t have felt much better to carry a basket.
He trailed his eyes back up to his face where his blue eyes were pointed right at him.
“Do you need any help with your basket?” Tim blurted in a panic. He had to stop himself from slamming his head into his hand.
He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that talking to strangers was the definition of a bad idea, but the hunger was eating away at his brain cells.
The man gave him a look, a well-deserved look, he looked even more confused than Tim was. He looked down at Tim then at the Flonase beside his head and then back to Tim.
“Sorry, I should just mind my business. I just mean -never mind, I’m so sorry- I should not have bothered you-” he started off. Tim should know better than to bug strangers, especially criminal strangers.
“Can you even reach the shelves? You’re like five.”
It was a good thing Tim didn’t have any proof this man was a criminal, or else he would’ve immediately called the cops on him. If Tim’s Father were here he would laugh and tell him that this is what he deserved for bothering strangers.
“ I’m nine,” Tim corrects. He hated to correct people, most times it made people irritable and annoyed but there was no way this guy seriously thought Tim was a five-year-old.
Most people assume he’s younger than he is but still, it stays around the seven-eight range, at youngest six. He must have been baiting him, or using a hyperbole to drive the insult in.
“There’s no way, you’re seven tops.”
“No I’m nine,” Tim insisted again.
“I don’t believe you.”
“ There are people who don’t think the earth is round, that doesn’t make it not true.”
That gained Tim a laugh, not a soft chuckle that he receives out of politeness from others when he’s being ‘weird’, but a gruff, spontaneous laugh that makes him jump back from the sound.
“Your hand is hurt. It’s bleeding. I can help hold the basket. Even five-year-olds can could a basket."He didn’t mean to use his ‘smart-ass tone’ as his father would put it but it came out subconsciously.
Read the rest of the chapter here:
#fic rec#snippet#batman#tim drake#jason todd#little tim drake#ao3#snippit#teaser#batfam#good sibling Jason Todd#tim and jason
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The florescent lights hummed as they came on one row after the next, illuminating the white room with a hard glow. The girls of RWBY and Sun and Neptune cringed as the light momentarily blinded them.
Ruby, after blinking a few times to adjust her eyes, looked around the room spying several cabinets and a large metal door to the side only to stop as her eyes landed on Headmaster Ozpin who standing in front of a table located in the center of the room.
Ozpin gazed at them coolly, his eyes withholding any warmth that the girls were used to. “Do you know where we are?” He asked them, his hands tightening on his cane.
Neptune fidgeted as he answered. “The sign outside said this was the morgue?”
Ozpin glanced at the blue haired young adult and nodded. “Yes.” He said, “This is the Vale City Morgue Station A-12. It was built forty years ago to answer the ongoing logistical issues of dealing with fatalities on newly built trans-city highway. Unlike its older siblings this facility was designed to hold ten times the number of fatalities a normal morgue would hold.” The white haired professor motioned to the room they were in. “This room is one of ten autopsy rooms connected to the main cadaver storage room.”
Ruby swallowed and stepped forward. “Why are we here?”
Ozpin leveled his eyes upon her own silver ones and stepped to the side waving her over in the process. “You are here because I convinced the Council that what happened on the Highway was not your doing.”
Ruby took a step forwards but froze as she saw the small shape hidden under the white cloth
Ozpin noticed her gaze and spoke again, “However, as hunters any choice you make holds the lives of countless others. This is the price of making the wrong choice.” With that statement the white haired headmaster pulled back the white cloth showing the body of a six year old girl, her face a mask of peace that was contrasted by the broken and torn form that was her lower body and legs.
The results were instant. Weiss and Yang both gasped in horror covering their mouths in an attempt to keep from crying out. Blake and Sun paled and took a step back while Neptune turned a shade of green and ran towards the nearest trash bin and threw up the noodles he and Sun had eaten.
The most affect however was Ruby herself. Standing still, her face ashen with understanding and her eyes focused on the immobile form of the young girl, Ruby asked a simple question. “How many?“
Ozpin hated hearing the brokenness of one of his most talented students but this needed to happen. She and the other students needed to know their actions have consequences. “There were one hundred thirty six fatalities as of last count with an additional twenty four injured.”
Yang tore her eyes from the young girl and looked at her headmaster with a look of growing horror. “W-what?”
Ozpin gave her an unimpressed glance before turning back to look at Ruby. “I will be frank with you. What happened tonight should not have happened. Not only did you break regulations, engage in vigilantism, and break restrictions put on you for your previous stunt. You fundamentally failed as a team on multiple levels. Miss Rose. Tell me. Why are you the Team Leader?”
Ruby swallowed her shame and guilt and answered, “I showed exceptional skill when working under hazardous conditions to both organize and communicate with several other Hunters to both utilize their strengths and limit their weaknesses.”
Ozpin slammed his cane to the ground as he raised his voice. “Then why did you allow members of your team, as well as members not apart of your team to organize this one!?” He reached over to the girls still attached leg and read the tag connected to her toe.”Susan Brianne Grace, age six, cause of death: blood loss due to numerous Crush and Avulsion injuries along the lower extremities and torso.” He stopped reading and gazed at the six of them. “She died shoving her four year old younger brother out of the way of a falling four ton advertisement billboard for Hunters. She loved horses and liked to draw...”
Ruby was silent as tears pooled in her eyes. Everything had happened so fast all she could remember feeling was the rush of the chase and the determination to capture Torchwick. She never even stopped to consider anything else. And because of that. So many...
Ozpin sighed and lifted a stack of clipboards. “This lesson was supposed to be learnt during your second year, before going off on your first unchaperoned mission. But now I have no choice. Each of you will take a clipboard and work alongside the city morticians, recording everything there is about those lost to us due to the failures of their protectors. You will be here all night and in the morning you will report to Miss Goodwitch for aditional disaplinary action.”
The grey haired headmaster began walking towards the exit but stopped before speaking one last time. “There is nothing you can do now to change their fates. All you can do, is learn from this and strive to be better.” He looked down at his feet lost in thought for a moment before whispering Fore that is all we can do.” With those final words he shoved open the exit and left them to their new task
#RWBY#rwby rewrite#snippit#ruby rose#yang xiao long#wiess schnee#Blake Belladonna#sun wukong#neptune vasilias#Ozpin#RWBY highway incident
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🌺 Snippet Request 🌺
Dear Anon, thank you for your snippet request. I know I you sent this a while back. I finally got around to finishing it. I really liked your prompt. It was very unique and gave me a lot of inspiration!
Prompt: [Garden, Tears, and Cage with fluff/hurt and comfort vibes]
The sound of footsteps clicked against the singular marble pathway that led to Hero’s cage. Hero shuddered, curling in on themselves in the furthest side of their prison. It was like a giant birdcage, gilded and ornate gold. And Hero, like a little bird, displayed for Villain’s pleasure. The enclosure that surrounded Hero was meant to be a replica of their home world, giving the illusion of a forest.
Trees with rough russet bark and flowering foliage in all shades of blue grew to the crystal dome ceiling high up above. Purple vines were woven in the canopy and entwined in the bars of Hero’s cage. A gentle article waterfall burbled somewhere behind, falling into a lazy stream of cerulean waters that ran throughout the glorified garden.
Small white flowers dotted the shrubbery like stars, and glowing orange moss climbed the scattered rock fixtures. Maybe to a stranger, the likeness to Hero’s home would have been astounded. To Hero, it was a mockery. Everything was too well maintained and manicured. It was nothing like the wild beauty of a true native forest.
The worst part was the stillness. No birds twittered or insects chirped, no breeze blew or leaves rustled. Everything was just wrong. It was terrifying. Hero would have preferred a windowless basement room over this death-like silence.
Click. Click. Click. The footsteps drew near, rounding a huge flowered hedge into the cage’s line of sight. Hero didn’t look. They braced themselves for Villain’s saccharine sweet voice and disgusting honied words of love.
“Hello, Hero.”
Hero’s head snapped up. That wasn’t Villain’s voice. Hero gaped at the person standing just outside their birdcage. Supervillain, dressed head to toe in finery. And covered in blood splatter. They walked right up to Hero, sword clattering to the floor. They fell to their knees and gripped the golden bar with one hand.
Hero was frozen. Trapped in Supervillain’s dark magnetic eyes. Supervillain smiled and held up the object in their other hand, something that sparkled brilliantly in the artificial sunlight. Hero tried to process what they were seeing. It was gorgeous. Hundreds of crystal tears welded together in a crown, almost as many as Hero had shed in their lifetime.
“How? I thought Villain had sold them all.” Hero couldn’t resist asking.
Supervillain smiled at that, the gentle expression so out of place on their beautiful face that it caused Hero to shiver. “I know. I tracked them down.”
Hero inched closer to the front of the cage, mirroring Supervillain’s kneel. “You didn’t use them?” they questioned. Hero’s people rarely shed tears, and the power contained in them could lead people to wage war. It was the reason Villain had captured Hero, no matter how they liked to pretend otherwise.
“I never wanted you for your tears,” Supervillain said. The bar in their grip started to glow. Hero watched in silence as the glow spread around the cage, disintegrating the vines and melting it down around them.
“I wanted you for you,” Supervillain finished in a hushed whisper. Slowly, reverently, they placed the crown on Hero’s head with both hands. Finally returning what was stolen so long ago. It was very stupid, Hero supposed. To feel touched. Kneeling here, face to face with Supervillain. Wearing a crown made of tears and kneeling in a puddle of gold with someone who they had considered an enemy a lifetime ago.
Tentatively, Hero reached up and cupped Supervillain’s face. Supervillain leaned into Hero’s palm as Hero wiped a thumb under their eye, smearing away the blood.
“If I leave now, will you stop me?”
“No.” Supervillain responded simply. And Hero believed them. They felt the bud of an unknown emotion bloom in their heart, something they long thought had withered away.
“Good.” Hero stood up, pulling Supervillain along with them. “Then let’s get out of here.”
#hero x villain#villain x hero#hero#villain#my writing#writers on tumblr#hurt/comfort#hero x supervillain#supervillain x hero#supervillain#snippit#snippet request
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I’m writing again, it’s the big betrayal. Ill make it hit harder in like the third draft dw
I haven’t looked at any of my notifs, I will get motivation to be social soon just wanted to pop in rq
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My stories please be respectful.
backrooms: part 1, part 2 (coming eventually)
Pet: part 1
Hand it over: part 1
King Villian: part 1
An answer you werent expecting: part 1
Heros birthday: part 1
Car Aciedent: part 1
Whats the truth?: part 1
Siblings: part 1
I dont have plans rn to make part 2’s to all of them i just put “part 1” just in case i ever turn them from one ofs into a series.
#writeblr#my stories#writing#writing prompt#prompt#snippit#short stories#villains and heroes#humans are space australians#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroes and villains#villain x hero#angst#whump prompts#whumo writings
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Edge: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?
Red: im depressed
Edge: WELL OF COURSE YOU ARE, LOOK AT HOW YOU LIVE . . . PATHETIC
#undertale incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#snippit#snippets#underfell#underfell papyrus#underfell sans#hnd#this is really funny to me
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Proof to show I’m still writing! Here’s a snippet<3
#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#the snake charmer au#g/t#snippit#dreamsmp g/t#giant/tiny#sfw g/t#giant!tommy#tiny!wilbur#tiny!ranboo
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Visions from the Astral Plane
Countless perspectives twinkling prismatically against the void, so infinitely spread the truth of its emptiness becomes unknowable. Each light a mind, blinking in and out, from one life to another. This must be the Conflux, where all streams of consciousness meet.
#My writing#snippit#worldbuilding#creative writing#sci fi and fantasy#quotes from my fiction#Visions from my astral travels
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The fight was vicious and the chain had been separated. Fighting strong black blooded monsters that had caught them by surprise. The dense woods is both helping and ruining them.
Wild and Warriors fight side by side. They were struggling with a particular hinox. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but for some reason it was today. Wild knew its main weakness, it's one big eye, and told his companion. Warriors understood and ordered they stick with distance ranged attacks despite the woods crowding around them. Wild was unsure with all the trees but was hopeful it wouldn't matter.
They were getting its health down pretty well before things turned sour. The hinox tore a tree right from its roots and threw it right at Warriors. The speed was faster than the captain was thinking it would be and could not dodge in time. The force was much worse. The tree hits Warriors right smack into another one before rolling away a bit. The captain crumbles at the base of the tree.
Wild horrified at what he saw, turns his gaze onto the hinox again. He aims an arrow at the eye and fires before the massive beast could cover it. As it falls to the ground writhing in pain, Wild rushes for it. His sword at the ready as he takes it once and for all.
It fades away into purple and black smoke, black blood on the ground, as he hurries to Warriors' side. Warriors groans softly as he tries to get up from the ground, struggling as he almost slips back down.
" Hey hey slow down, Captain! You got smacked, take it easy! " Wild laughs. Knowing Warriors would probably be humiliated at being taken out like he did.
Yet the captain tilts his head up to look at Wild. His eyes didn't seem to fully focus on Wild all that well. For a moment he doesn't utter a word as his eyes grow a bit distressed.
" Who..are you? "
Wild stands back. His heart is pounding so loudly he can hear it in his ears. His breathing weakens.
" Who…are you? " the words chill his bones.
" Wild! "
Twilight's voice rings in his head. Yet his eyes don't leave his injured brother on the ground, who looks off toward the voice. He can't get himself to move.
" Warriors!? Are you alright? " Time questions as the six other heroes join him by their side.
Warriors stares back at Time for a long moment. His eyes squinting.
" What? You can't hear us, Captain? " Legend playfully jokes.
Now the scarfed hero turns his gaze to Legend, who just smirks back at him.
" I'm not a captain.." he mutters.
Legend's face slowly grows confused before it turns to horror. As blood trickles down the captain's face and Time hurries to catch him as he collapses.
" He doesn't…"
The others nervously look toward Wild as he trembles.
" He doesn't know who we are.."
Twilight looks at him in alarm. He then looks quickly back to Warriors and hurries to check his head for injuries.
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As above, so below
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“The stars say that in creation, there is destruction. In destruction, there is rebirth. There is no such thing as void; all things are in flux. As above, so below…” Nuju murmured as he gently examined the words that were carved into the walls of the cell with is fingertips. “What ever could that mean?”
“Who cares! It’s not getting us out of here.” Toa Onewa grumbled at his icy cellmate while crossing his arms.
“It’s essentially a message from the past. Whoever was held here before us and carved it felt it was important enough to document while being imprisoned here!” Toa Whenua said excitedly.
“An unknown piece of documentation, almost lost to time. And we are the first to see it in who-even-knows how long!”
“I care.” Nuju said with an exasperated sigh.
Nuju turned to look at Whenua, a look of mild confusion on his face.
“…So does this make you happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
“Finding some dusty old writing in a cell?”
“I might be a Toa now, but I will still forever be an archivist at heart.” Whenua chuckled.
“I love this stuff. Graffiti can tell you a lot about a person from a past day and age. Sometimes it could be as simple as ‘remember me, for I was here’ to some ancient helpful piece of advice on how to do a task.”
Nuju nodded, though he didn’t seem nearly as interested as Whenua was.
“…You are weird.” he said with a shake of his head. “So, this writing here, do you actually think it means anything, or is it just nonsense?”
“Well, my theory is that the writer was talking about how a bit of something old can be made into a new object. It might be literal, might be philosophical.” Whenua explained while pointing at the glyphs.
“Maybe musing on their repentance of a past crime?”
“Pfft! Or they were like us and framed by a tyrannical Turaga.” Onewa snickered bitterly. “What a load of good that did them.”
“Hm.” was all Nuju had to say to that.
“But, then why the whole ‘above so below’? Who wrote this, a prophet?”
Nuju shifted around the bars of his cell, trying to get comfortable.
“It all just seems… very philosophical and esoteric for someone who is imprisoned.”
“The phrase ‘as above, so below’ is an ancient quote to describe the idea that what happens in a higher realm or plane of existence either always and or occasionally also happens in a lower realm.“ Whenua answered.
“So they believed in Great Being nonsense.” Onewa sighed. “That poor crazy bastard.”
Nuju listened thoughtfully before shrugging with a slight frown.
“That really doesn’t seem like an important thing to say,” he finally spoke.
After a moment of contemplating the odd writing, Nuju turned to face Whenua.
“So, what about these Great Beings? You don’t actually believe that nonsense, do you?”
“I believe that the ancients believed that they existed. Anything else about the great beings? There’s no documented proof.” Whenua replied while shrugging.
“…And what if Great Beings existed?” Nuju asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
An idea seem to cross Nuju’s mind, but he seemed reluctant to speak, perhaps afraid that Whenua might think him mad.
“Then I owe Nokama 100 widgets.” Whenua chuckled. “She and I got into a debate where I played devils advocate. Then it turned into a bet. In all truth I’m currently undecided on which side to take.”
“I still think the idea of them is stupid. If they were real- why haven’t they bothered to help us?” Onewa snapped.
“Hmph… and here I thought Nokama was a reasonable person.” Nuju muttered with an amused grin.
He then looked at Onewa and sighed.
“If they were real… well, who knows why they haven’t helped us?” Nuju said with an exasperated shrug.
“Maybe they’re simply busy?”
Nuju sat down on the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest.
there was an awkward moment of silence as the Toa of ice let his question hang in the dusty air of the prison they were trapped in.
“Hey, I’m sure we’ll get out of here. It’ll… just take some figuring out.” Whenua softly reassured his fellow Toa brother as he knelt down next to him.
Nuju hummed softly while tracing the carving.
“…I honestly miss being a seer.” he muttered, speaking more to himself than to anyone else in particular.
He raised his head to stare at the carvings on the wall.
“I used to spend so much time studying and interpreting prophecy, and now… look at me.”
Nuju sighed defeatively.
“Uh guys? The Vahki guards are approaching the trapdoor.” Onewa pointed out, gesturing to the ceiling grate.
and just like that, the trapdoor opened-
#tiftaf#bionicle#bonkles#bionicle fanfiction#writing wip#snippet#snippit#will I finish this? who even knows#b10nicle day#bionicle day 2023#hehehhehe#cliffhanger
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💫Writing Prompt #65
Hero has a sterling sliver reputation, and everyone loves them. So when they start dating Villain in secret, no one suspects a thing. Villain loves Hero, they truly do, but all this hiding is getting overwhelming. They’re tired, and they want to leave behind the life of being a villain and fade into a civilian identity. Unfortunately, that means leaving Hero behind. And Hero doesn’t want to be left behind. They frame Villain for a particularly destructive crime and then volunteer to watch over Villain on house arrest out of the goodness of their heart. No other alternative motive, of course.
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“Y-you can’t do this.” Villain stutters out the cliche line, still reeling from the shock of their Hero placing handcuffs on them.
Hero’s arm is now around Villain’s shoulders, assuring the group of reports with flashing camera lights below the podium that they’ll make sure to rehabilitate Villain, as the Superhero agency hopes to do with all of their convicts.
Hero’s not looking at Villain, but they tilt their head ever so slightly until their lips are hidden by Villain’s hair. “I can, darling. Watch me.”
They reporters don’t hear the whispered words, and they go wild when Hero flashes a signature grin, their grip around Villain tightening imperceptibly.
Hero knows, and Villain knows, no one will believe Villain’s side of the story.
#villain#hero#hero x villain#villain x hero#propmt#writing#writing prompt#writers on tumblr#writing inspiration#snippit#since no one knew about their relationship#people will call Villain delusional if they try and defend themselves#Oops#reputation matters
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OH BOY HERE WE GO
Plot twist time.
(Wizards are very separate from humans btw so it’s kinda a big deal that the guy who led everyone away from the wizards and preached about how magic is bad for years is actually a wizard himself)
This part of the book is realllly dragging I need to start speeding this up
also I think this is the first/only time I’ve written a convo between just Rufus and Alphair I don’t think they’ve talked at all lol
more under cut
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AU where Tommy is a human in an alien zoo:), alien sbi free and kidnap/adopt him
He knew there was something outside of this transparent cage smudged with opaque, sparkling reds of yet to be erased failure, and smushed remnants of dirt left over from the messy hands of youth.
For he witnessed it! Everyday, masses of creatures that looked nothing like him filled the expansive world outside. Dottering outside his prison with face contorted in what he guessed was curiosity and offering ineligible teases with their languages of clicks and snorts.
Tommy hated it all, the attention, so constant- so awful.
The food- just slob with the minimum nutrients to keep his body working well enough to perform in this game of charades as something that was "saved", was the fucking worse.
He knew earth.
It wasn't that shit. Yet.
It was certainly better with living conditions and food.
Well- for him it was.
Speaking of living conditions, his hostle- his residence of the past few years was so fucking small- and seemed like just an oversized dollhouse with all the antiques stuffed inside.
The food was truly awful, but the more he thought the more his mind became to realize his biggest problem was that he was.. lonely.
No other humans had been "lucky" enough to be homed with him.
Sure, there were the aliens- but he wasn't able to converse, to play, to interact with any.
For they equiviated his intellegence to that of a wild beast. They didn't quite have a societal structure similar enough to his to recognize him as being sentient - that or they just didn't give a fuck.
Stewing over these problems, he still followed the cycle of his imprisonment. Still followed the script of the show as something less then them. He didn't want to- but his last burst of defiance had met with so much... pain.
Then, the three visted him.One seemed like an earth crow given a human shape, the other seemed like an earth hog humanified, the last... was just a fucking pile of feathers.
They first saw him during the day, a sort of deeper emotion caught on their faces- one very unusual for the traditional visitor.
When the planet's night arrived, the populace thankfully not nocturnal, the three returned.
And fucking broke the glass of his enclosure. He scrambled back in suprise, panic, and fear. Chattering in their language- seemingly excited- the pig like one grabbed him.
He started to scream. He might of been in a shitty place, but certainly it would be much better then whatever the fuck these "kidnapping a zoo animal in the middle of the night sounds fun" type of aliens would subject him to.The feathery one shakes its head(?, he truly had no idea where each body part of this thing was) and whispers to him in fucking english.
We..try... save... you. Human... come with us only if quiet.
It was broken, and tentative, sure, but it also was the first english he had heard in ages.
So, he shuts the fuck up and hopes whatever shithole these bitches take him to is better then the last.
#alternate universe#Au#snippit#tommyinnit#dsmp#dsmpfanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#sleepyboisinc#sbi#aliens#Zoo#human zoo#adoption#kind of#technoblade#wilbur soot#phil watson
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Sans: how do you deal with all this stress?!
Syrup: my mental health plan dictates i stab someone
Blue: OH YOU AND RED MUST BE ON THE SAME MENTAL HEALTH PLAN
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