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jeanbie · 1 year

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #7 ★ masterlist.

pairing: porco x reader

genre: domestic au, ghost au, modern au | warnings: mentions of suicide, mediums, character death, mental health references (depression), grief, slight Goblin references at the end | wc: 2.5k

note: love this one. please tell me if you wanna see similar angsts for other characters!

⏤ imagine the first time they say i love you. like, properly say it; because they’ve said it before, but today they say it one last time, when it’s the only thing left to say.

It started with a medium.

There had been a time where you prided yourself on your disbelief in an afterlife, dismissing mediums on television, laughing at ghost hunters and paranormal movies depicting demons and ghouls climbing out of screens. Although now, those times seem too long ago, phantom memories - even the person you were in those memories seem to be different, as though looking into the mind of a stranger, disconnected and vacant.

Jean had told you that was a coping mechanism. Mikasa assured you it was normal. Your sister said it was mental illness.

After the loss of Porco, you didn’t know what to think anymore. After the loss of the love of your life, thinking just became pointless.

When the news of Porco’s passing had reached you, it had reached you last. At least everybody in your close circle of friends knew a few hours before you, Porco’s family and Reiner who had found him being the first who found out almost a day before. The absence of Porco for those long and tortuous hours were ones you misjudged. You thought he was going back home to see his family for the weekend. Berthold thought he was with you. Reiner had returned to his shared flat and found the truth hanging.

The only reason as to why you were last was because nobody knew how you would react. Amongst the chaos and shock that was Porco’s death, the reaction that would be drawn from you would change everything. You'd been through this before, this darkness. It had taken some work with Porco to get over whatever darkness consumed you, and this would set you back years. Looking back at it, you even remember where you were and when it had happened, when the pin dropped. Originally, they wanted Reiner to tell you, but, overcome with grief, he sent Annie instead. You will never, ever forget the look on Annie’s face as you opened the door, and the news followed a cup of tea and an unexpected, clueless, and genuine smile had settled on your lips. “What are you doing here?” you had asked, “is everything okay?” She'd said nothing, and then caved when you asked if she'd heard from Porco this weekend. He’s missing my calls. Has he contacted you?

Even after the funeral, after the original shock and after the news had been broken out around university, people still didn’t know how to act around you. The Porco Subject was never spoken about or touched upon. Pictures of Porco were turned over or taken down when you came over, his name buried with him in the pretty cemetery by the river. It took some time, a real long time, but eventually, the pain began to ever so slightly fade; only to come rushing back again like the sudden pull of the tide when Louise had approached your booth in the dorm common room with a leaflet about a medium.

You don’t know why you went.

Mikasa had come, too, as emotional support and because she wanted to be there to see if it was as real as Louise and the leaflet were making it out to be. You hadn’t even booked a session, turning up unannounced and anonymous for the meeting in one of the older lecture rooms on campus. The question of why and how a medium was permitted onto campus was never addressed - you just had to see and hear it for yourself. Nothing would come out of it, and you were glad to keep it that way. That was until the medium called out for a Y/N, and your heart sank.

“There’s a Porco in the room, and he’s asking for a Y/N…is there…a Y/N here?”

You had no reaction other than paralysed silence. Mikasa was scandalised, angry and confused. The medium surely must have heard about Porco’s death here and that’s why the session was on campus. She said all of this accusingly, crying in hysterics, this is wrong, how can you do this to someone in grieving?

You left the lecture hall, leaving a piece of you behind with it.

Since that day, you’d returned back to the comfort of your bedroom, leaving for your lectures only occasionally. Seminars were skipped in silence and the teachers understood, sending emails to cover for it, and the notifications piled up like the tissues in the dustbin. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that the event with the medium was a scam, something set up as a sick practical joke, you couldn’t shake it off. What if’s and buts whirled around in your head, chaotic, loud, invasive and sad.

Porco was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. But what if you had stayed -? What if it was true? What if you just missed your last, and final opportunity to say goodbye?

“Why are you here? All of you?”

“We never left.”

You blink.

“Does it…does it hurt? Dying?”

You close your eyes slowly. “Quicker than falling asleep.” And exhale.

Something deep into your apartment bumps.

The noise is quiet whilst still being loud enough to bounce off the volume of the movie, playing quietly on your television screen sitting on top of your desk. Lately, your living room has been pulled into your bedroom, all rooms besides the connecting ensuite now in one. Phone calls from worried friends and family were set to silent and on days where the front door rang, it remained closed. Like you did many months ago, all you need right now is the space. People had told them why. They didn’t blame you.

Sniffing and wiping your eye with the side of your hand, you push the covers folded up around your breasts down and kick your feet to the floor, staring towards your bedroom door as if probing it for answers. Silence, and then another noise. On a normal day, this might alarm you, but your body is numb, aching and tired, and so you move towards the door without thinking and pull it open, stepping out into the hall. A glance in either direction shows no immediate threat, and you’re too lazy, too tired and too unbothered to step out to investigate. The noise is likely somebody upstairs or down, and if it is an intruder here to kill you, then what do you have to lose?

You move back into your bedroom, shutting the door gently. The bathroom rope-light swings in the breeze from the door moving and you slip into the bathroom quickly. Light floods the box room, illuminating the exhaustion on your face. You look ghastly, sunken and stale. You feel it too. Depression clings to you, life moves outside but stills in. God, you feel so ugly, so worthless and disgusting and alone - splashing your face with cold water, you gasp in the air like you’re depending on the taste, passing up looking at your reflection in the mirror in fear of what you’ll see staring back. When the bathroom light is turned off and you shut the door behind you, you turn to shuffle back into your bedroom and pause.

There is somebody by the window.

It’s undeniable, real and solid- but you blink several times, wondering if it’s just a dream. Nothing registers in your body, no reflex to scream or panic. Instead, you simply stare.

The silhouette against the window shuffles, anxious, and then steps into the light. For a while you say nothing, staring in a stunned silence as the figure reveals itself. It has to be a dream. This is a dream. You’ve dreamt it a hundred times. You’ve dreamt Porco stepping towards you. You don’t know what to think.

“Pock,” you say, lifeless. “Am I…dreaming?”

“Baby-” Footsteps across the carpet. Moves like him. Sounds like him. “Oh, my baby girl.” Something cold touches you, but something familiar. Old friends. Old lovers, fleshy hands. Feels like him. “My beautiful girl.”

“Pock. Porco?” you stumble. The Porco before you watches your eyes fill with tears instantly, and the tightness in your throat he can visibly see causing your hands to tremble. “Porco? Am I. Am I dreaming? Am I sleeping?”

“Mhm, yeah,” he settles with. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe that will calm you down. His hands engulf your own, massaging the shakes to sleep. “You’re dreaming.”

“You. You feel so real,” you choke. “Fuck. Porco, fuck, what’s happening, why does it feel real-”

“Please-”

“I’m scared, wait, what’s happening, Pock-?”

The hands you felt on your hands move to your arms. A tightness follows, like he’s holding you. He did this, he was good at calming you down with his hands on your arms and lips on yours, whispers in mouths. This time he doesn’t kiss you. He can’t. Not now. Not again, never again.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you insist, tears pouring out of your eyes. “You’re. You. Baby, you died, you left me, you left us, why did you. Where did you. Porco, what…?”

“Calm down, Y/N, calm down, okay?” Porco whispers comfortingly. “Capture your breath, and then we’ll talk okay? I don’t have too long left here.”

This repeats for a little while, as Porco follows a method he used to when he tried to calm you down. After three long and amazing years of dating, Porco had learned what worked and what didn’t, what to say and what not to. The crazy thing about love is how you dedicate everything to getting to know that other person inside and out, learning their secrets and exploring interests, making memories to remember and frame and tell kids about. There was a time when Porco thought about all of that, and a time where he could have had it.

“Is it really you?” you ask quietly, after several long minutes of Porco holding your head in his hands and bringing you out of the storm onto the calm shore. “I’m not going crazy?”

“It’s me,” Porco promises, smiling as best as he can. You’re crying, maybe you can’t see his face. His throat feels hot, tight and firm.

“I miss you.” You rasp out your words, gasping for air every few seconds, “I miss you so much, Porco. Why did you leave me, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I. I thought you were going to your parents for the weekend, but. But Reiner found you and- why did you lie to me? Pock, why…? Was, was it me?”

“No.” Porco grabs your hands tightly. “Don’t ever say that. It was never, ever your fault. Not at all, okay? Don’t think that.”

“Then why?”

Porco can’t think. “I don’t want you to think it was your fault, okay? You were- you are, everything to me. You were the light of my life. But, fuck, I was so unhappy. And I didn’t know how to stop being unhappy. I hurt. It hurt me. I was hurting everybody around me in my own little way. Every time I would tell you that I was doing extra readings at the dorm, all I was doing was struggling, thinking about how unhappy I felt even though I was surrounded by people who made me feel worth it. And you all deserved so much better. Still, you deserve so much better.”

“Reiner found you. None of us knew you were hurting, Pock, I didn’t know. We should have noticed the signs, I should have been more careful.”

“No. I was good at hiding it, I never wanted you to worry.”

Suddenly Porco’s eyes widen, his hands stroking your hair pausing. With a quick exhale of breath, his smile tightens and he lets out a shaky sigh. “I haven’t got long left. I need to go soon.”

“Go? No, go where?” you frantically ask. “No, please Pock, don’t leave me again. You can’t leave me again, please.”

“It’s okay. It’s all okay. I tried to call for you the other week, but you left,” Porco explains quickly.

“The medium? That…that was you?”

Porco laughs quietly, “Yeah, baby girl. But, I get it, you never believed in all that stuff, huh. I should have known better. I had to come here, come to see you. I had to.”

I had to one last time.

“Please,” you whisper, grabbing his hands. “Please don’t leave me again. Please. I love you so much, please don’t leave me alone again. I need you.”

Porco shakes his head, attempting a curly smile that you can’t even see past the blur of his own tears. “Y/N L/N, you have been the love of my life. I have loved being your boyfriend and you are my best friend. I will never, ever forget how amazing you are.” Nodding, sniffing his tears back, Porco kisses your forehead. His lips are cold and wet, ghostlike and light. “I love you. I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry, for everything- none of it is your fault, okay, honey? Mmm?”

You feel his hands in your hair as you nod. “I know. I know, and I’m sorry, too. I could have helped you.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Porco says. “You being happy, and you knowing that it was never your fault, will help me now. Okay?”

Sniffing loudly, you nod again. “Okay.”

For a long moment, Porco just stares: “I’m gonna miss you so much.” You mumble something in reply to him, and he sighs shakily, “but now, I have to go.”

You grab his hands as he tries to pull away. “Don’t leave me, you’re leaving me.”

“I never left. I’ll always be here, watching over you. Always, and forever.”

(“All is said and done?”

Porco steps into the long hallway and smiles at the hooded man. He’s seen who he needs to; several stops around to his family, one to Reiner who had it the worst with finding his body. The final one for you. Y/N, the love of his entire life, remembered in memories and gone in touch.

It’s okay.

“Yeah,” Porco nods. Death nods, his hood falling slightly as he points down the hallway with one hand and with the other, passes Porco a small cup. Porco reaches for it, exhaling gently. “Just like falling asleep.”

He drinks the contents and hands the cup back to Death, heading down the hallway. For a moment, his hand hovers above the handle. He’s said his piece on Earth. He’s done what he needs to do. Now, he can move on in peace.

He turns the handle. The hallway fills with white.)

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco #porco x reader #porco imagine #porco galliard imagine #porco angst #porco galliard angst #pock x reader #pock imagine #attack on titan #aot #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #suicide mention #mine #ittojean #jeanbie

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thebuttsmcgee · 1 year

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ALRIGHT so I finished the rest of tgamm's S2 eps so far and to both test out this read more trick that I haven't learned how to use even after all these years and for everyone's convenience, my long thoughts will be in the read more.

My abridged thoughts, are that the eps were p good! Very solid batch all around and I'm sure the later eps will be just as fun, maybe even more! 👍!

Aaaaas for the longer thoughts, well they're not that longer tbh.

I was a bit. Hm. Not disappointed but more, surprised? I guess, that they focused a lot more on the main cast rather than some side character and their story but that's not a bad thing, I just find that some of my fav eps from S1 tended to do that tho! And thankfully, the writing like usual managed to be good enough that I didn't really think that much about it, while watching it.

Anyways, Scratch's backstory that was literally shown for less than a minute. OOOH. OHHH THAT WAS GOOD. LEGIT WAS SO GOOD. It perfectly captured that touching emotion that S1 had looooots of moments with. Also worth noting is that the soda was founded (I think?) in 1909, so Scratch probs isn't that old. Ooh man I hope the theories from way back about how his sailor themed memorabilia is actually for a purpose!

Oh yea, Scratch as chairman. Neat. Hm. Not bad, but hm. Just kinda neat I guess imo of course. Eh ya know what, now that I think about it, the show has been handling it rather well, its not an instant problem solver and it hasnt gotten in the way so far, yea its p neat. He spent the first half of the ep just being like "enjoy yourr afterliiiife [:○)" just to drift to "GET OUTTA MY HOUSE" and that was funny.

Oh yea and as always, the backgrounds were colorfully delightful, the voice acting was top knotch, the animation and different storyboard artists' styles were great and the music remains baller. Reaaaally hope it gets more appreciation this time around!

I FORGOT LOL Scratch's ass being plot relevant is fantastic. Like. Wow.

Sharon's episode was great!!!!!! I love the real emotion of unsure fear, uncertainty, but being able to overcome it due to support from loved one. GGGRHH THIS SHOW AND THE FAMILY WRITING WOO. They always nail it. Seriously I hope that this ep gets more recognition among fans.

Andrea's ep was also fun! Really stuck to their idea of her just being a bit misguided, not really mean hearted. I also love that they chose to talk about how convenient enterprises can unfortunately take over independent businesses and that it's up to the people to choose those independent businesses, not the corporate world.

Libby's ep was p fun! Very nice that she's getting more attention, and that they had an ep based on her love of her family library.

Molly overworked herself, again, but at least by the end she got to have fun 👍

Darryl's was p okay, definitely better than his last one, but I kinda feel like maybe Darryl also could have learned something? Buut then again he's just a kid and his parents accepting him for who he is, is a wonderful message so it all evens out :^).

As for the Chens, they're okay! I like June, autism blast has been deployed and that's rad. Ollie is okay, DEFINITELY overhated like geez he's literally just some guy. Granted, I'm not sure how this whole ghost hunter thing is gunna turn out tho. Considering that Scratch IS family, it makes for a neat obstacle I suppose.

And as for the thing that's been the main talk of recent, The Ship.

Reuben and Pete.

Gotta say it's p good, good on Pete.

Oh yea and molly and ollie is okay? I guess. Not really bad, not all that interesting imo tbh but it's really harmless. It clicks in a bit too much for my taste. Like Molly has been shown to be a bit too optimistic for people, then some guy shows up and is almost exactly like her. Ehhhh, again, not bad but some people DEFINITELY need to calm down, after all the show is mainly centered around the family and love between them, not romance. Just not my cup of milk ya know?

The actual in characters in the show, in their real life shipping them tho, was, hm. Don't. Don't quite know how to feel about that.

Pete and Reuben tho. C'mon.

Oh yea, new antagonist on the way too ig, he's voiced by Jeff Bennett so good for him!

Iiiii guess that's about it! Overall, p good batch! Hopefully the rest will be either just as good, or even better!

And lastly but certainly not least,

a dope hat makes any design look better 10/10

#tgamm spoilers #tgamm season 2 spoilers #its. a lotta spoilers #the ghost and molly mcgee spoilers #the ghost and molly mcgee season 2 spoilers #tgamm #okie Im tired as hell thats all Im tagging for now lol

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boofmane · 2 years

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Those are my emotional support ghost hunters ♥️

#ghost files

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 2 years

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What was the inspiration behind your oc? What was the first thing you decided about them?

Ollie: Like Athena, she sprung from the depths of my imagination fully formed and ready to do battle. It happened around the time I wrote about Renato showing up at Dorian's and mentioning other aquilae. I figured at least a few of Renato's comrades had to hate him, and that if one were his ex/rival it would be good for some laughs. A lot of Ollie's backstory is based on stories about cults and America's current political climate, extreme Protestant sects and transphobic panic in particular. She's a complicated character stewing with all sorts of emotions and I'm glad to have her around.

Micaela: She existed in a nebulous form when I started Phagophobia, but didn't coalesce until I decided Dorian would start out as human. She actually contained a few bare bones left over from a much older, villainous character, but by now the only resemblance is in the name. Coming from the same generation of bloodborn as Desmond and Theodore, she's part of the opposition to Mergus and his aquilae, highlighting different approaches to power, adversity, community, etc.

Elfy: Yet another character born from Phagophobia. I basically asked myself what kind of friends Isaac might have, and an extroverted, rebellious ghost hunter showed up first.

Ben: This one came out of a collaboration I started with two other writers years ago. He was a direct contrast to the Twilight vampires, starting out as somewhat crude, self-centered, and honestly kind of a jerk (though he would grow over time). Ben's softened somewhat in recent years, though he still has some rough edges and can definitely be terrifying when he wants to be. His love of baseball has remained consistent.

Tilda: Another character who started out much darker and gleeful about violence, meant to be the original-version-of-Ben's werewolf girlfriend. Eventually, though, I decided her lupine curse could be used to explore other avenues maybe, and she changed just like he did. Her full name, Clotilda (which she despises), comes from the last known slave ship to bring captive people from Africa to the U.S. It was burned and scuttled to hide the deed since Congress had banned importing slaves (though not owning human beings of course). Her family is loosely based on those who commissioned the ship. They're an example of insular Old Money and how oppression evolves in different eras, with a horrific supernatural element thrown in for good measure.

Yi: She was just a name until I started writing Phagophobia. Her tattoos, short hair, and muscles were the first details to pop up, the latter maybe inspired by Jude Perry from The Magnus Archives. Yi's also just a type of character I like: looks like a one-dimensional bruiser, but is actually steady and thoughtful. She's meant to be the most sympathetic of the enforcers and go through her own arc about her views on the Coven.

Mergus: He's got pieces of a few characters mixed in, including the name. But being a ruthless bastard with a lot of charisma is the unifying theme. Mergus is based on the type of person who's dangerous because he seems so reasonable and caring. And he is...to a point. He helped a lot of vulnerable humans during the break, including kids like Renato and Ollie. It gave him genuine pleasure to be of service. And in the back of his mind he had a sense that service would generate a lot of loyalty. That, say, a couple of trans kids with no support system would latch on to him and absorb his ideals because they trusted him. He doesn't make the rules, he just plays by them, and with skill, you understand.

#a question a day #character info #character profiles #dysthanasia

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walpurgisnachtswaywardwarden · 1 year

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Lore drop: so I changed my sona's lore a bit. The main changes being..

My Sona's name is now "Silhouette Starchild"

They are no longer a god and they are now a demon hunter called a "Hell Eater"

The design changes that I still may tweak and play around with.

There will be Trigger warnings for these things in the following lore and future lore to come: Violence, blood, mentions of death and the dead, demons, body horror, drug and alcohol use.

Please read with caution even if what I am describing is tame by my standards; I don't want anyone to get triggered by something

remember that my blog and thus my lore is mature/18+!!!

But without further Ado, I am very excited to share new lore since I didn't properly introduce it before!!

---------------NEW LORE------------------

The grim world of Walpurgisnacht is one shrouded in darkness and bathed in the blood of demons. It is a world built on the bodies of the tainted masses who were forced upon with the unholy blessing of demon blood. A walled off place that is haven for those ostracized and abandoned by those in the world of mortals. As hopeless as this world may seem, there are those who stand to ensure that their world and the world of man can be safe from the fear of the cloying hungry demons that steal and destroy. Those that protect the people of Walpurgisnacht from the cold cruelty of a world that abandoned them and denied their humanity. Those that fight for and support the people of Walpurgisnacht with both brutality and clemency ...The shadowy gatekeepers...

They are the Hell Eaters.

----------Demons & possession-------------

Demons can possess a body in one of 3 ways.

Active possession: this means finding a live person and feeding on their negative emotions, impulses, vices and fears. This normally involves an imp attaching itself to a living being and growing stronger as long as it remains in contact with the prey until the prey is overwhelmed and taken control of completely.

Necro possession: as the name implies this involves a demon taking control of a body that was not properly laid to rest. These often back as what we classically perceive as ghosts, wraiths, banshees etc. And generally take on a more phantom-like form. Since a demon can't feed through the regular methods in this form, they are often weaker and easier to bind, Though they are harder to detect due to their intangibility and spectre like powers.

Blood possession: this is the third and final way a demon can possess a human. This can happen to anyone who comes in contact with demon blood. It seeps through the pores, eyes, mouth, nose and any other orifices. It will attempt to parasitize the body slowly and is often unnoticeable until much later in its growth. It will look like scars or scratches at first and in most cases they will slowly open revealing eyes, mouths, or extra appendages manifesting from them.

A demon's form and powers are entirely dependent upon who they are possessing and what that person's vice is.

When a demon possesses a living human,the human must be exercised and the demon must be taken to a secure location and executed so no further possessions can happen through its blood. For a corpse the demon must be bound as binding it seals the demon inside a body it cannot feed on and it will die from starvation.

Blood possession however is a lot more devious and tricky to deal with as it is a physical connection to the host body. There are methods to slow and stop the demon's spread however, due the nature of this possession method bodily anomalies will still be present to the victims. This often leads to victims seeking shelter in Walpurgisnacht as they are now marred forever by their gruesome experience and treated as monsters in the world of man.

----------People of Walpurgisnacht-------

The Marked/ Mourners: These people are most of the population of Walpurgisnacht. People touched by demon blood and now live permanently marked by their attack. They don't have any powers but do have physical body horror like changes that exist on their person that separate them forever from the world of man. They are regular denizens and are simply attempting to rebuild their lives in this desolate city. They are called mourners sometimes as they will go to the temple of dusk and grieve lost loved ones or grieve their old lives.

Cleaners: Cleaners are people who; as their name implies, clean up after demon hunts. They clear the area of demon blood and the demon's body often by using fire. Cleaners often have very little combat experience but they do serve as support if they are even caught up in a demon hunt. They carry medical packs and flame throwers and are covered up in what look like nun or priest habits with fireman boots, goggles, gas masks and fire proof work gloves. They are also called "fire penguins" much to their chagrin...

Bleachers: Bones from demons can be hard to get rid of even with fire so the bleachers take them and reuse them for various items. Bleachers are jewelers, weapon smiths, builders and more grimly, undertakers. They make the finest weapons and buildings around, their presence is integral to Walpurgisnacht going towards the semi modern age it's in now.

Ink smith: Ink smiths specialize in a type of magic that can fight off blood possession. This involves creating tattooed sigils on the skin of the victim and using a spell to attempt to remove as much of the demon blood as possible. This often leaves a tattooed mark on the body. While it's useful it is incredibly painful, can kill the victim and does not repair any damage sustained by the demon blood while it inhabited the host.

Doctors: These people are responsible for the "Neutrodevi" procedure that most of the Marked undergo so they can live relatively normal lives. They created a medical magic that slows the demonic parasite spread of the demon blood however all physical attributes of the demon (teeth, eyes, claws etc) remain. They will never look normal but they won't have to worry about slowly losing themselves to their demons. Doctors also make a medicine called "MediDevi" this medicine helps regain any lost senses like sight, smell and taste . It does have severe side effects such as nausea, migraines and body pain and even with the medicine, the patient's senses will only be partially recovered.

Angels/Appraisers: These angelic hunters, as holy as they may seem are incredibly careless and indifferent. They kill demons on sight, no exceptions but they will attack a demon even in a highly populated area. They view the demons invading earth as a punishment for man's hubris and are the reason for Walpurgisnacht being created in the first place as angels led the campaign to push all those infected to be isolated and then executed, the bodies of which disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Their secondary name is appraisers. When demons are killed they will often leave behind a "momento mori" or item most cherished by the person they were possessing. It's customary to return it to the victim or the victim's family but angels often steal it for themselves to sell off on the market.

Hell eaters: These hunters are people who gained control of their demons now harness the power of their demon to aid their hunting. They are far more careful than angels and often do community care and building when not demon hunting. Hell eaters however do have the draw back of still having a live demon inside of them and demons must feed but instead of eating vices and guilts of their hosts they feed on other demons.

Finally you have Gallow Walkers: this mysterious group of hunters seem to hunt all supernatural beings and seem to possess powers of their own much like hell eaters. Their reasoning is unclear and they are a small group but they are powerful and dangerous. They only appear at 12 at night and stalk the streets...citizens outside will often run towards the stillsands and seek shelter in the temple of Dusk...if they can make it in time. Those who do not are never seen or heard from again. Their presence is marked by the tolling of a broken clock.

This is what I have so far and I am excited to share it because it took weeks to craft. I hope you all enjoy it!! More lore to come!

#lore post #oc lore #writing lore #lore #writing #worldbuilding #tw blo0d #tw body horror #tw horror #tw demon mention #tw dead mention #tw violence

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chaotic-solutions · 2 years

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sir those are my emotional support bitchy ghost hunters

#venturiantale #johnny ghost #johnny toast #paranormal investigators extraordinaire #art tag

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doctorprofessorsong · 3 years

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More Destiel Fic Recs

Who needs sleep when you have top notch stories to read? Here's another broad list of things Song has read and loved. Enjoy!

"A Ghost Story" by emmbrancsxx0 aka @valleydean (Explicit, 248k plus prologue with one chapter pending, to be posted 5/2/21)

This is a God tier, instant classic, absolutely staggering fic. Seriously. I cannot stress enough how much I love this.

It's really two stories. One is a historical AU slowburn tragedy set in the 1860s in which wealthy heir Cas falls in love with groundskeeper Dean. The second is a modern tale in which reincarnated Dean and reanimated ghost Cas try to build a life with the spectre of their past hanging over them. That description doesn't do it justice. The story is legitimately twisty and mysterious, with past Dean and Cas being unbearably cute while modern Dean and Cas are a fire that burns brightly (but they bring the angst). Top that off with truly amazing prose and you will somehow wish the 200k+ word fic wouldn't end. Seriously, read the below passage (SPOILER OBVIOUSLY) and tell me how you can just go on being normal.

He couldn’t speak, except to say that he looked at Dean and he suddenly understood poetry. That, all his life, he’d perfected notes composed by other men on the piano without knowing what any of them meant until that moment. All those psalms and scripture recited in church, and he’d only now found religion.

"The Care and Feeding of Castiel" by MalMuses @malmuses (Explicit, 24k words)

A top notch wing fic featuring art by Lizleeships. Who could ask for anything more. Set in an unspecified quiet time in the bunker, Dean notices that Cas is acting strangely and realizes he needs Dean to step up and provide him with support (something he is all too happy to do). It's caretaker Dean at his best. Lots of fluff and comfort.

"Something's gotta give" by sourpastels (20k, T) @rowenacoded

A Lebanon fix-it! Dean finally has his family in one place. John, Mary, his brother, his angel and his kid. It should be everything he ever wanted. Right? A satisfying case fic in its own right (they all hunt together) with some good meaty emotional beats.

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"undercover" by yolock (Teen, 7k words)

This one is light, short and fun. A case fic that gives off Red Sky at Morning/Bela Talbot vibes. Dean is forced to work with rival hunter Cas undercover at a charity event. It's It's fake relationship, enemies to lovers trope fest.

"In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved)" by caelum_writes (11k words, Teen) @badjoices

Oh what to say about this time travel fic. 2005 immediately pre-show Dean is transported to 2021 to find himself happy and domestic, surrounded by a family he loves. He works to come to terms with the man he becomes (and the man he was). There is something inherently tender and sweet about this fic. About Dean, Sam, Cas and even Eileen interacting with the traumatized kid Dean used to be. It's hopeful and kind.

"Kingdom Come" by ahurston (Explicit, 17k words) @ahurston

I love everything ahurston writes, and part of that is that ahurston treats Dean and Cas with a certain kindness, even when taking on Cas's self worth issues or Dean's repression. Another part is that ahurston eventually makes these two dumbasses (affectionate) use their words and it's so very satisfying.

This fix-it fic is one of my absolute favorites. Cas wakes up on the coast of Maine, naked and alone, and he has to make his way back to Dean. Most of the fic is dealing with the aftermath of Cas's confession and death. It's moving and hopeful and everything these guys deserved.

"Love Languages" by tiamatv (9k, Teen)

I sweet little fix-it fic in which Dean saves Cas from the empty. Dean is repressed. Cas thinks Dean can't love him. Sam is tired. It's great and really sweet how resolution comes. Plus I love the way Cas is saved. The solution in this one is really touching in my opinion. I just really really loved this one.

"Wedding Singers" by bendingsignpost @bendingsignpost

Look, I would probably read the ingredients of a cereal box if bendingsignpost wrote them. That being said, if you haven't perused his Tumblr one shots on AO3, you are missing out and that isn’t just my absolutely embarrassing fangirling talking. Bendingsignpost excels at taking often ridiculous prompts and turning them into exceptional short stories. I could probably do an entire post on my favorites.

This one is silly and sweet and I just had to include it. Openly bi Dean has joined the Gay Choir and he is struggling to get the words to an Enochian song down correctly, so he naturally asks his angel friend, Cas for help. Chaos ensues.

"you're fooling yourself" by cowboydeanwinchester (13k, Teen) with bonus second story in the series so far @cowboydeanwinchester

Dean and Cas have retired from hunting and moved into a house to raise toddler Jack. I am a huge sucker for baby/toddler Jack, and this fic delivers. There are a ton of adorable toddler moments (including Cas calling Jack little bee, which sent me over y'all). There is so much healing and repression and there is even "platonic" snuggling. It manages to be fluffy and cute while also taking on Dean’s trauma in a real and meaningful way.

"When It Comes to Being Loved" by Sass_Master (37k, Explicit) @sass-master-stina

Dean fakes a case to get Cas alone at a romantic cabin in the woods and confess his feelings. Now he just has to get the courage to speak up.

This is one of the softest things I have ever read. Even after Dean gets up the nerve to tell Cas how he feels, they take their time. There is a quiet intimacy in this fic that makes you feel like you are some place quiet and safe. If you want to read about two touch starved characters finally getting all the physical affection they crave, this is for you.

"Tripping" by Hatteress (goddammitstacey) (Explicit, 49k words)

This one is an older one and a fairly popular one, so it probably isn't new to a lot of the fandom but it's still worth a read if you missed it. An alternate S5 where Dean and Cas get together thanks to some interference by the universe. It's funny and the old school Cas vibes gave me so much joy. There are also some pretty solid Sam/sibling moments.

I will put in a minor content warning that Dean has some pretty heavy internalized homophobia and repression going at the beginning of the fic, which tracks with the timeline. Also noting some canon compliant death and a temporary MCD. That being said, it's easy to see why this one has staying power. It's very entertaining.

"i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees)" by sobsicles @sobsicles (Explicit, 74k words)

Sobsicles has written a fix-it that starts in S13 with the widower arc. It is absolutely incredible. It will gut you. Multiple times. But the story that ends up being told is so incredibly satisfying and the ending is doubly so. Because it does have a happy ending and a soft epilogue and, my friends, it is beautiful.

The thing about this fic is that it takes the canon and it reshapes it in a way that fixes a lot of frustration over the last three seasons. Plot points that didn't work, unclear motives, etc. are recontextualized in a way that make the entire story cohesive and beautiful. It will make you want to petition to have Sobsicles write the reboot/movie/miniseries. Once you stop crying and drink some water, that is.

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #fic recs #deancas fic rec #destiel fic rec #fan fic rec #fic rec #dean and cas #dean winchester #Castiel #fan fic #fan fic writers are the best #I read way too much

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mozindale · 3 years

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(WARNING: Long post)

So, one of my favorite things about the Destiny Tumblr community is the fact that everyone has their own stories and headcannons for their own Guardians. One of the things I remember from early Tumblr times are the massive lists of character creation questions people would create for OCs for whatever fandom they were a part of. So I decided to put together a list of character questions for those who like building their Guardians persona!

These questions range from Destiny questions, generic character questions, and questions for world building(specifically for your Guardians). If you have more than one Guardian, just copy the list as may times you need!

Feel free to add more questions! But please make sure to add them to this original post, so that way it is easier for everyone to find all the questions in one place.

The questions are in no particular order, so it may seem a little scattered(sorry!). I'm currently writing this at 5:16am. Anyway...Have fun!!

Tumblr app is finally working right for once, so all the questions will be in the read more!

Guardians name:

Age:

Race:

Call signs/alias:

Pronouns:

Class:

Preferred subclass(es):

Ghost's name:

Their Vanguard:

Fireteam name:

Fireteam teammates:

Favorite legendary weapon:

Favorite exotic weapon:

Favorite exotic armor:

Favorite ornament armor set:

Favorite weapon ornament:

What stats do they focus on:

Are they offense, defence, or support:

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range:

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive":

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible:

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!):

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!):

What ship do they have:

What is their Sparrow:

Favorite Ghost shell:

Favorite shader:

Favorite color:

Favorite food:

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any):

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any):

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!):

Favorite NPC(s):

Favorite patrol location:

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything):

Least favorite food:

Least favorite shader:

Least favorite patrol location:

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any):

Least favorite NPC(s):

Least favorite weapon ornament:

Least favorite ornament armor set:

Least favorite legendary weapon:

Least favorite exotic weapon:

Least favorite exotic armor:

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything):

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like:

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!):

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have:

What would your Guardian's lore book be called:

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!):

What were they wearing when they were reborn:

What was their reaction to being reborn:

What was their reaction to their first rez:

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles:

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!):

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found:

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life momentos):

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book:

Does your Guardian have a significant other:

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to:

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City:

Is your Guardian a part of a clan:

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share):

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be:

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!:

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards):

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis:

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven:

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni:

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again:

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War:

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled:

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm:

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard:

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard:

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard:

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard:

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords:

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone:

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider:

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider:

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows:

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves:

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement:

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light:

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray:

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness:

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire:

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief:

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it:

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:

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Bound by the Food Chain

"man what if there was something incorporating both the Ghost King and Ghost Hunger aus" i say, not prepared to spend weeks writing up an entire ecosystem structure for the ghost zone,

thanks @attackradish and @ectolemonades for help figuring out the science and writing!

summary: The ghostly Staff who've taken up residence in Phantom's Keep notice Danny doesn't eat any ectoplasmic food. That can't be good for him.

warnings: detailed description of ghost hunger, which is vaguely like cannibalism

words: 2830

AO3 link

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“King Phantom, when do you feed?”

“Huh?” Danny looked up at the Keep’s Librarian, Vellum. It felt like an odd question, seeing as he was currently actively eating a sandwich he had packed up with him into the Zone. He was spending a few hours in the Keep that day since it was nice and quiet for getting work — from both realms — done, and he had brought some earth food over. Ghost plants just didn’t taste very good.

Vellum looked a little shocked, like she hadn’t realized she’d asked her question aloud. “I mean, clearly you eat human food quite a bit,” she gestured to his sandwich, “but I’ve never seen you take in any sort of ectoplasmic substance.”

Danny wasn’t an expert on the (strangely psychological) ecology of the Infinite Realms, but he was familiar with the fact that all ghosts had to take in some sort of ectoplasm if they wanted to be anything more than an inert impression of emotion. Since he had never gotten any enjoyment or significant energy from eating ghost plants or breathing in the stuff ambient in the air, he pretty much just stuck with eating human food and converting the chemical energy between his forms. He was lucky that he could do that, being part human. He knew he automatically gained some energy from the human emotions around him (including his own, another benefit of being liminal) but it was negligible. He got drained pretty easily, and he knew there were things he wasn’t trying, but… he was tired, not desperate. He’d be tired anyway, with his lack of sleep.

“That’s because I don’t. I can still use the chemical energy I get from human food in my ghost form, so…” he shrugged. “This is pretty much it.”

Vellum’s brows furrowed in concern. “Are you not a—” She pursed her lips. “Are you not tired?”

“What do you mean? I definitely eat more than a regular human, and as far as I’m aware I don’t lose any of my energy in conversion. I’m getting by.”

“I think we should talk to Dr. Marchs. I don’t know if it’s… ok, that you’re not feeding ectoplasmically.”

With some exasperation, Danny let himself be brought back to the Throne room, the preferred place for anything that could constitute a “meeting”. Apparently, talking to the Keep’s Doctor, Chef, and some other Staff members about his diet counted.

The various adult ghosts looked at Danny with shared expressions of confusion and concern from where they stood around him. He was sitting on the arm of the Throne, not the most comfortable but it still felt wrong to be properly seated in it unless necessary.

Dr. Marchs finally spoke their piece. “Forgive me for asking, Your Majesty, but… are you not a hunting-ghost?”

Danny was already out of his league culturally. He had a lot to learn. “As in… like, a predator?”

“Exactly! Your core best processes ectoplasm directly from other ghosts, correct?”

Danny paled. “I don’t… know? I tend to avoid going around, just… eating other sentient creatures.” He tried to say it in a humorous way. It didn’t work.

“So you’ve never tried! I had thought… Well, I think you must be a hunting-ghost. You put out a radiant power that is only associated with that core type.”

“None of us have seen you feeding,” added Vellum, “so we weren’t sure you didn’t just defy that association. I don’t think anyone really understands all the complications of half-human physiology.”

Dr. Marchs jumped back in easily. “It’s still just speculation. You have said that you don’t enjoy eating plants from this realm, yes?” Danny nodded. “And you don’t seem to get significant relief from human emotion. Well, we’re just going to have to have you try feeding on some ghosts.”

Danny jumped to his feet. “What?! I don’t… need that, I get by fine on human food!”

“But aren’t you tired?” pointed out the Chef. Her eyes widened. “That’s why you get so drained after using big attacks! Your energy reserves aren’t being nearly refilled.”

“I believe she’s right, Your Majesty. There’s only so much energy you can take from human food, which isn’t even alive… I think you’re always tired because your core is designed to have a level of energy that you can’t provide it without processing Vital ectoplasm.”

Danny didn’t want to admit that he was consistently pretty damn tired. Instead he tried to change the subject. Ghosts were passionate beings, and as much as he hated to take advantage of that, having one of the Keep Staff gush about one of their passions to him was much better than talking about his relationship with what was essentially cannibalism. “Vital?”

Dr. Marchs’ eyes sparkled a little. “Vital as in living, not as in essential. Ectoplasm comes in three major forms. Ambient plasm makes up most of the Realms, in environments and atmospheres and auras. All ghosts are made up of Vital plasm, and those with cores have their Obsession or Purpose imprinted into the crystal structure of their own ectoplasm, which can be turned into Charged ectoplasm. The Charged form can take up an elemental type according to the ability of its source, and it has the most capacity to hold or be converted into ectoenergy. The Charged form is used to transmit intention onto a target, so it’s generally created by Cored ghosts, who are creatures of intention, in attacks or construction. Regardless of type or state, ectoplasm processing depends on its form — Uncored ghosts can process strong human emotions or Ambient ectoplasm into the Vital type. Among Cored ghosts, hunter-ghosts can best process Vital ectoplasm, gatherer-ghosts the high-activity type of Ambient plasm found in ghost plants, and scavenger-ghosts human emotion. Additionally, Charged plasm no longer linked to the source of its intention will eventually disperse into Ambient, as its most inert form.”

Danny, sitting down, had already known part of that, but the Doctor was properly smiling at this point. Dr. Marchs blushed as they realized they had just been talking, but none of the other ghosts in the room appeared to mind.

“…Regardless, King Phantom, we should really find some blobs for you to try eating. I cannot in good conscience leave you persisting off such low energy.”

He wanted to argue, he really did, but all the Keep Staff present were looking at Danny with this pleading expression. They looked genuinely concerned, and he remembered a comment he’d heard before about some of the Staff latching onto the King with their Obsessions. Some unfortunate result of the connection they’d formed with the Keep, Danny certainly didn’t deserve it, but he did know how it felt to Obsess over taking care of someone and have them turn down that care. With the same concerned look directed back their way, he got up and was led to the Garden out back.

Danny was having second thoughts again once he found himself surrounded by blobs that had been enjoying the intricate plants and high Ambient ecto levels of the Keep Garden. They were squishy but soft, like mochi coated in a good layer of starch, each a bit smaller than his head, and they all looked at him with these big vibrant eyes. Their postures were energetic, like they expected to play a game.

Once he sat down with the rest of the small group — why did he have to have an audience? — the blobs swarmed around him, resting on the sky blue grass and on his shoulders and in the others’ laps. They looked almost as expectant as the Staff in front of him.

“I…“ he bit his lip. “I can’t justify eating a living creature when I can choose not to. I know lots of ghosts have to eat others to persist, but I have the privilege that I can eat human food instead. Since I have that option, I can’t just… end another creature so I can feel a bit better.” Hey, Sam would be proud of him.

The present Staff donned looks of confusion. An Advisor who used the Keep as a home spoke up, eyes wide with realization. “Ah! Living creatures all share a survival instinct — that’s a natural result of evolution, yes? Things that do their best to live have their genes passed on? That’s not necessary for Uncored ghosts, since they do not reproduce and therefore don’t evolve. The only instincts experienced by the Uncored are instincts to better the Realms. Unless they’ve developed a strong individual personality, the Uncored are much more interested in contributing than in persisting.”

Danny’s head tilted in curiosity. Dr. Marchs took the reins on the rest of the explanation.

“The Realms are built socially where the living realm is built physically. Our homes and well-being are made from emotion, belief, and community. So for Uncored ghosts, spawned of the dimension itself, they want their ectoplasm and energy to be where it supports those communities the most, and that means ensuring the health of the ghosts in charge. Generally speaking, the more powerful a ghost is, the more likely they are to have some importance to the Realms. The Uncored — and many Cored — can sense a ghost’s power due to how much excess ectoplasm they let off. In fact, that excess is almost immediately put off as Ambient ectoplasm, meaning that there is simply more Ambient plasm around a powerful ghost, and the Uncored are often attracted since that provides sustenance for them . It’s a mutualistic relationship where one entity feeds off another, and in the end the resources of the weaker ghosts are given to the stronger, supporting the Realms. In fact, there are some cultures who believe that converting ectoplasm into a form the Cored can process is the entire reason for the existence of the Uncored.”

Vellum smiled slightly as she added on, “It’s not an entirely accurate strategy, as the most powerful ghost around is not always going to be a hunter type. They usually are, seeing as that’s the most efficient form of feeding, but it’s not impossible to be otherwise. The result in these cases is Uncored ghosts following around said Cored ghost, and as the same aspect of community comes into play, that ghost soon ends up hanging around a hunter type, who feeds on the prey that was collected.”

Danny cringed a little at the use of the word “prey”.

He looked around at the blobs nuzzled up against him. Those who didn’t look to be something resembling unconscious were peering up at him. They certainly looked expectant, as much as something without even a permanent mouth can.

After he was silent for a few moments, another Staff member spoke up, likely wanting to lighten his mood. “They really do like you! I’m not surprised, even aside from your natural power, the role you play as High King causes ectoplasm to be magnetized to you. I’m sure they’re having a little feast themselves!”

It did not lighten his mood. Danny felt genuinely guilty. Even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose, wasn’t he effectively manipulating these creatures into offering themselves up to be eaten? It wasn’t right, to make them feel as if they want to be ended, just because he had some sort of aura.

But the gathered Staff were still concerned, and anticipatory, and, somehow, hopeful . He couldn’t turn them down at this point. He’d just have to bite into one of the little ghosts surrounding him, just once. He’d throw up, disgusted with himself, and the Staff would realize it wasn’t better for him, and the remaining blobs would remember that they don’t want to die, and they’d flee, and everybody would just leave the subject alone . He only had to try.

(The human dread he was emitting at this point must have been feeding everyone else.)

“…Okay,” he said simply, and gently picked up a blob that had been sitting on his leg.

Before he could rethink himself again, he brought it to his lips. He opened his jaw slightly wider than a human’s would likely go and, fangs instinctually extended, bit down.

Danny was familiar with the scent of ectoplasm. Copper and citrus and battery acid and salt. But when he broke the surface of the small ghost and the viscous fluid burst into his mouth, the salty and bitter aspects were lost on his tongue, replaced by a thick sweetness and the cold tingle of energy. Where his fangs pierced an inch down into the substance of the ghost, he tasted this fulfillment in its emotional ectoplasm. He’s not sure he would have been able to taste it if he weren’t part human. Still, the feeling was something distinctly ghostly, a similar satisfaction to fulfilling an Obsession or a Purpose. It was hard to feel bad, sympathizing automatically with that simple rightness. The way the emotion pressed at his brain, the way the semisolid edges of the ghost slicked against his tongue, his own self-revulsion melted to the back of his mind. The ectoplasmic flesh met his teeth with a thick resistance, but it was nothing to break past it and open up to the deeper substance. It was vibrant, a pure cool energy that pulsed against his fangs. (His core sucked it up greedily.) His mouth met the energy with a pulsing of its own, a harmonizing signal sent from his core throughout his body like a heartbeat. It came out as a low purr that vibrated deep through the charged air around him. He couldn’t help but rush to swallow, though his body absorbed it just as easily without.

The blob ghost had been the size of his foot, and now it was part of the energy making up his own form. Compared to the power his core was passively putting out, to the amount it longed to have refilled, it wasn’t all that much. Unconsciously, his core put out an ectoenergetic signal that he was ready to feed. The blobs around him nuzzled closer yet, making themselves available. Danny could feel a few other Uncored ghosts who were drifting nearby come into the garden and join them.

He looked up from his ectoplasm-stained hands at the Keep Staff. They were looking at him, relieved, pleased (even though they just watched him tear into a living thing and then absorb it into his being like it didn’t even matter, said a part in the back of his consciousness. It was hard to focus on, though. It was coming from his brain, not his hungry core, after all). With his core this active, he could feel the presences of all the other ghosts around. The blobs flocking around him had auras that were weaker than the Cored Staff, but sturdy. There was a balance to them that signaled the ectoplasmic types they were taking in and storing. He sensed the Uncored pulling in the Ambient ectoplasm that sloughed off of him, barely connected to him anymore if not for the weight of the space surrounding him. And he could feel all of their stores of energy-dense Vital plasm.

He could also feel, just as an aspect of his being, his own energy stores. The metaphysical space in his center that his form and all his strength drew from. He could remember, abstractly, the moment he died and that reservoir came to be and was instantly flooded with energy. The way the portal had searched the air until it found his body and his little human soul and used him as a conduit, and all that electricity punched a hole between planes right where his ghost was trying to form, and something tore outward from that starting place just on top of his being, and the vacuum that formed on earth and in the Zone and everything in between pulled until the Infinite Realms rushed his body and in one instantaneous moment his forming core was flooded with enough ectoplasmic energy to become entirely corporeal (if it hadn’t, his ghost wouldn’t have manifested nearly quickly enough to keep him alive), and his being was stretched beyond its limits containing everything. For one moment, he had been filled with more energy than he had thought possible, and his ghost had formed itself to accommodate. Since then he’d felt so… empty. His body took what it could from human food and environmental energy, but it was made for more than that. He had blocked out the awareness of his reserves and gotten used to trying to power all his defenses on so little. He was always so tired.

He still felt low, running on just enough to operate something humanish. But his core had latched on to the ectoplasm provided by the blob, the kind it was designed to process, and finally felt a little relieved. Most ghosts that stayed within the Realms were almost always full. Danny wasn’t nearly there yet.

He reached down and grabbed another blob.

#alt title: What Taco Bell Does to a Bitch #danny phantom #my writing #roxys worldbuilding #i havent posted the Full Ecology Rant so this is as close as my blog is getting rn lmaooooo #ghost hunger #ghost king danny #hey this ones actually edited!#HOW do you people write things more than 5k.....

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ecto-stone · 3 years

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So I don’t really know that much about that my blood au you created could you tell me a bit about it?

Ha hah I Hope this is Edible

So My Blood Au is just Me dumping all the cool stuff i can think of into a DP what if Vlad is Good ^For Starter MB Vlad or Vladimir Jude Masters is a Paranormal investigater/ hunter/exocist in a sense. He seemingly Perfect in People eye, Not Really on the inside as he have many problem stem from living so long and going though alots of thing that he prefer not to talk about that he hide from People , go so far as to adjust his own emotion to what he find fit to the situration making him really hard to read. (Not Jack and Danielle, those are close enough 2 peel him like an onion if they sense something off). -Vlad And Danny are not same kind of Halfa in this AU, Vlad is Two soul (Half Blue Demon Vampire Ghost, Half Human twisted together and blend into one) and Danny is Soul within soul (Going though the accident give him two identical soul that over lapped each other) -Ghost are nerf and ecto beam and ecto Base attack can harm ghost but they can't harm Physical thing in living world Unless they are infuse with Core element same with Human entering Purgatory. -The world have 5 Realm: LivingWorld, Purgatory (GhostZone), Elsewhereness, Fairy Land and Unworld. +Going with the idea that originaly Vlad is supposed to be a vampire and many ghost in the series feel like they are more supernature creature then Ghost. Living world now have many Human and other Creature living among each other , hidden in plain sight +Purgatory: Where Ghost go and heal before they move onto Elsewhereness (Heaven in this verse) or Rebirth back to the living cycle. There are many area in Purgatory that fit human decription of after life look like , this is due to collective faith and ideal of many Ghost focus with each other to created these Resting stop. Incidentally like the living world these area are also watch over by being call King and Queen of the Death (Caretaker and protector of the Death soul, a being with incredible power capable of bending reality). Most well known one are the King Dark, Prince Argon and Princess Dora of the Dark Age Zone. Queen Desire of the thousand and one night. ect.. newest King of the death is Ghost Writer (library of the forgotten) but he prefer not be refer to as king, just Ghost writer. +Elsewhereness: The final resting Places of enternal Bliss. Once the Soul is ready to let go of all earthly desire, they are send here. Not much is known about this realm or it location. When a Soul reach enlightment it will automatically know where to find it. The realm also House many god. +Fairy Land: Home to care taker of the childhood inocent and many god that work to keep the universe running. Most common creature that live here is Fairy with two side one silly colorful side that appear to children to granted what ever their heart desire. The other is the Blue fortune side that Weaved the fabric of Luck and fate. +Unworld: A Dark realm with one way in no way out. It house many dangerous creature, ancient outer god and unspeakable Evil that have been banish to through age by god and human. >the Origin Story: +Vlad and Jack are Friend from Childhood (Their Bond are really tight kinda like Sworn Brother ) unlike their canon counter part meet in college. They Hunt Ghost but in more of a Release soul from their earthly bound kind of way via the info they get from the Masters Family Grilmore. (There is one major inconvience is that You need to wait for the correct day and time to perform ritual sending ghost back to purgatory so they can Move on to Elsewhereness/heaven of this verse ) +They Meet Maddie in college (Maddie and Vlad almost alway in a total clash with each other with Maddie tech almost Hunter like way in dealing with ghost and Vlad more traditional Way of Handling them) Which end with Three of them forming the Original Ghost Trio. With Maddie accept Vlad and Jack Respect the Death ideal. And Vlad and Jack incorperate More Technology into their Asset. +Maddie point out the inconvinient of having to wait for the correct day for each ghost to send them back to Purgatory (Their room are fill with

Container for ghost), Which lead to them comming up with the idea of Making a Ghost Portal. <Note: MB Vlad is not into Romantic relationship, Platonic one Matter to him more> >The Accident: No diet soda the Accident is purely due to one miscalculation that cost Vlad life (his Head got Blash Clean off infront of Jack and Maddie) In that Split Second of His face getting disintigrating, Vlad get a Glim into UnWorld (the Realm where are Demon and evil of the four realm are banish to) and Got Latched on and Pushed Back to the living world by a Demon Vampire Ghost Both Soul are now inhabited Vlad headless lifeless body, in Which about 3 day after Vlad burial that Vlad Body got completely decontructed inside the coffin and recontructed into a body that is more fitting to host both . Vlad have a hard time remembering Who he is after kinda get rebirth and Wander the world until he Get Suck into a Natural Ghost Portal and got Flunk Back in time. >Journey of an Immortal Being: -Vlad Stuck in the Past, He recovered his memories, Going through existenal crisis, Evil phase, Evil make me feel bad, Not Evil anymore, Found out that he is immortal now, Existenal crisis part2, Acceptance, Travel the World and Start doing the what ever he like, learning old way of magic still helping ghost and other supernatural being. -Caused several Major Change to the past that Mythical Creature got un extinct. (Due to the Law of life and death this does not affect who get born or not, it just that the world got alots more races now and those used to be born human in the original timeline might get born as another races entirely) -Get Mistaken for Messiah.( Look You can't kill Vlad, He would just be gone for like 3 day then comeback) -Caused the legend of Dracula. -Vampire cult have a horrible obession with Vlad as a Whole. Look like vampire act like one, can walk in plain day light and more importantly the ability to Open a Portal to Unworld . ( Vlad don't use this ability much and can only open small one as it is very energy consuming) -Meet his own ancestor Which is the Fentonightingale that Later Splited into Fenton and Nightingale (later change to Masters) leading to revealation that Jack and Him might be very distant Related. -Bickering With Time God (Do not trust the Clock Man that work for the Eyes) -Get Caught in War far too many time. -Meet Phantom (an odd entity that is oddly clingy to him) in the Great War. -Meet Other Some of the DP ghost when they still alive -The Horrible Bar incident that reveal Phantom true nature, an evil being that wish to turn the world back to it original nature of nothiness and try to turn vlad to the his side, Kill, Seal in Rock Case covered with Sigil to prevent Phantom from escape, Chuck it into the ocean. - The Contruction of the Coffin Ghost Portal. (Havent actually went into the Purgatory caused the CCP is one Way Portal. -Forming of many Hidden town that home supernatural being. Amity Park is one of them. - And many more unseen story >Daddy Stolen Ribbone saga (MB Vlad is sterile, he want to have kid but can't.) -The Vampire cult that he have grudge with attemp to Clone or at least created a child that have Vlad Power through ritual and cult like method. Imagine Danny Clone but even more mess up . -Vlad end the life of most of them by his own hand (they are suffering, it is best to let them go) -Birth of Danielle: +Danielle Evelyn Masters or just Dani/Dee for short is the only Stable child come out of this whole odeal. She is Created From Vlad Ribone like a Twisted Eve. And like in the book it caused both of them to be very attached to each other in a Fatherly Daughterly Way. +Dee Have Vlad Ghost power and Demonic Power but No ghost form (Her default funtion as both and whether she is in ghost mode or Human mode is all Up to energy control) and no connection to Unworld there for she can't open portal to Unworld. Dual Soul nature Wind/Fire.

+She like Frog and is interested in Marine biology (which Vlad have full support over, she have a room fill with Vlad hand made frog plusie that she all named. +He raise her teach her everything he know about how to deal with supernatural being and how to Snipe Vampire from a long distant with pin point accuracy.

+An kidnapped incident with the Vampire cult latter resulted in Dee Death at the age of 12 (1999), and Vlad becoming fully Merged into one Being with Plasmius. and wipe out the entire vampire cult in a horrible Vlad the impaler way). +After wiping out the remainder of the cult, vlad go into retirement and work as a wall Painter < he work supper fast on celling painting and no one know why> >The Boy Who Fly (2 year before the start of actual MB story) -Danny Gain his power at the age of 10, his parent know. The event of Portal acivation caused the whole town to have a black out. -They move House alots for 2 year. And Jack try his best to make his family as normal as they can be after accidenly k his friend all those year ago and now half eff his own son. -They finding out amity park their new home is on accident when the RV engine die mid way through the middle of no Where (The town shown it self to those in need) -Danny hide his abiltiy. But after a gym incident. and getting Praise by his peer for it instead of scold like with the adult Danny start getting bolder using Floating power around his new friend when no adult is watching. <Vlad who is Working on the Giant Raven paiting for the School Saw this and know imediately What Danny is> -They offically meet each other on the the roof top, when Danny mom ask him to go down the store and by some bread and he decided to try to Air Frog Swim to it. They become friend and Vlad even teach Danny how to fly properly before having to leave (they visit each other alots after the revealation, and vlad is a good adult friend that Danny can talk to) (Danno forgot about the bread and return home breadless) -Jack may stop with the whole Paranormal hunter/ghost scientist job but not Maddie. She keep doing it behind his back due to danny special need in ecto base consumtion (he havent grow abit since the accident and keep getting smaller and it concerning) -Jack found out and they have a Fight. which lead to Maddie go to his Sister house. -Danny Found out about why his dad was so stressed out about ghost thing now. When looking through his parent old stuff with his new friend tucker. (Dude why does your parent have a Picture of the wall painter in thier old junk). He show the image to Vlad. -Danny Get jack to tell the story about the inccident. Dad what if i tell you that Your friend who die 18 year ago survived and is on our front door right now. Reunion, Jack feeling guilty about making them both like this. Go Get Maddie. Happy reunion of the trio. -Fenton Parent become accepting to Danny condition, Danny have a good mentor that can teach him ho to control his power And they live happy ever after for now

#Q/A #good god how do you add read more on a QA #my blood AU #Danny Phantom #danny phantom au #god this is long #hachi text

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When Dealing With Wolves \ Project Info

What if Little Red Riding-Hood's mother had reached out to the wolves in the woods? What hidden truths would she have found out there in those cool, green depths, where the earth itself sings and the trees know your name?

WDWW is my debut novel, coming in late 2021. It's a very loose retelling of Little Red Riding-Hood in a high fantasy world and features an autistic lead character, polyamorous families, a magic system inspired by yarn & fibre crafts, and strong fairytale/mythological vibes. Oh, and talking wolves. If you're curious, the first two chapters are available to read free [here].

OVERVIEW

GENRE: Epic/High fantasy

SUBGENRES: Mythopoeia; thriller

TARGET AUDIENCE: Adult

STATUS: Final revisions; self-publication prep

SERIES?: Yes – Book one. [Book two is The Kindness of Ravens; info on that WIP is here]

KEY THEMES & TROPES: Redemption & personal growth \ trauma & recovery \ magic & witchcraft \ found family \ the importance of compassion and empathy \ emotion-based magic \ fairytales \ mythological worldbuilding \ mystery & intrigue \ character-driven plot

SYNOPSIS

Ys is a wild and restless place, ruled by the ancient magics that lurk there. At its southernmost tip is the town of Erdansten, surrounded by fear and crumbling walls; to the north is Deothwicc, the forest of the Wolvenkind, dark and ancient. Between them lies a land marked by the ghosts of a history nobody can remember, rich with secrets that could tear apart everything the Kinds think they know.

[full synopsis, character overview and other info below the cut]

Rostfar is supposed to protect the people of Erdansten from the wolves and magic, a duty she takes seriously – despite being the very thing that her people fear. For years she has kept a tenuous balance between her duty and her own magic, clinging on to her secret with everything she has. She knows that the line she walks is a perilous one, but she can’t escape this lie she has built now. Not if doing so would tear apart her world and put her family in danger.

When her lover’s estranged brother arrives in Erdansten, however, the delicate balance she has maintained all her life is thrown into turmoil. Things from beyond the walls start to close in, attacking her people, and increasingly it seems that her only hope lies far to the north. In Deothwicc. But Rostfar’s absence from Erdansten sends the careful structure of power crumbling down, and those she has left behind must fight to maintain order as the worlds of wolves and humans collide.

CHARACTERS

► MAIN CHARACTERS

Rostfar → human || 36 || Arketh's mother, lover to Isha and Mati || autistic with a special interest in folklore, mythology and history || white; red hair, freckles, blue eyes; short and stocky build; small scar on her upper lip || As the Dannaskeld of Erdansten, it is Rostfar's job to oversee the security and defence of the town. It is difficult to protect people from magic, however, when you are the very thing they fear.

Arketh → Human || 4 || darker, copper-toned skin, auburn hair, brown eyes; small for her age; likes colourful clothes || autistic || daughter of Mati, Isha and Rostfar || Bright, curious, optimistic and wise beyond her four years, Arketh is well-loved in Erdansten. While her mother fears the magic that hounds them both, Arketh loves it – even as night-terrors and sleepwalking episodes threaten to expose her to the world.

Grae → wolf || grey-brown coat and brown eyes || has PTSD and depression || yearling || One of the youngest of the Deothwicc pack, Grae has grown up under the shadow of his litter-brother's death. While all the wolves around him seem content to live and move on, he has struggled in silence with an anger that now threatens to consume both himself and everyone he loves.

Aethren → human(?) || 18 || nonbinary || trainee hunter under Rostfar || white; black hair, grey eyes; gangly build || For all their skill at hunting and tracking, Aethren has never felt good enough. Never felt right. They're always too prickly, too surly, too quick to take offence. Nothing makes sense right now, but they're certain this new power uncoiling in the back of their head is only going to make matters much, much worse

Yrsa → wolf || reddish coat, amber-brown eyes; small and slight compared to most of her kind || Although Yrsa agrees that wolvenkind must stick close together to survive, she cannot help but feel curious about the odd, two-legged beings beyond the marshes and mountains. Her packmates call her naive, but Yrsa is sure there is something they could learn from the humans – and she is only too eager to prove her theories right.

► SECONDARY CHARACTERS

WDWW has a large supporting cast, but some of the foremost secondary characters are —

Isha → human || 33 || One of Arketh's fathers, in a triad with Rostfar and Mati || Copper-brown skin, darker than Arketh's, and close-shorn hair, brown eyes; very short and lean; calloused hands || blacksmith || trying to grow beyond the ghosts of his past

Mati → human || 37 || Arketh's other father, in a triad with Rostfar and Isha || Long brown hair and beard, green eyes; extremely tall and bulky build || always slightly scared of his own strength, so he never does anything fast || solid as rock with a warm, compassionate heart

Marken → human || 40 || Rostfar's best friend, Aethren's father || foremost healer in the Isles of Ys; nobody is quite sure where he learned such revolutionary medicine || grave and closed-off, he is often accused of aloofness, although anyone treated by him can see the deep compassion behind his eyes.

Natta → human || 36 || Rostfar's twin sister and Dannhren (head of the council) of Erdansten || cool-headed, driven and ambitious, with a bad habit of forgetting to share her emotions with the people she cares about

Kristan → human || 15 || Natta's son || Apprentice healer || Born with one arm || Both gullible and headstrong, Kristan's fear of the dark and the mysteries beyond the walls of Erdansten may prove to be his undoing. And the undoing of the town.

Myr → wolf || father of the Deothwicc pack || world-weary but determined to find a better future for his pack

Estene → wolf || mother of the Deothwicc pack || scarred deeply by the deaths of her last litter, Estene now believes that the only hope for her pack is to trust a human. Unfortunately, she is yet to meet a human who could be worthy of such trust.

Thrigg → no longer human || 200-ish? (She can't remember) || Thrigg longs to rejoin the world outside of the magic-bound city of Hrafnholm, but her longing is kept in check by her fear of what she will find.

► ANTAGONISTS

Faela → human || 42 || Isha's estranged half-brother || arrives in Erdansten in the dead of night, with old wounds on his body and deeper wounds in his psyche. Guilt surrounds him like a shroud.

Ethy → human || mid-late 60s || retired hunter who now tends to the half-tame ravens in Erdansten. She wields her love for the town like a weapon.

Unwolf and Other → no longer wolves || ?? || strangers from another land, wreathed always in a malicious, living fog that covers their tracks.

OTHER INFORMATION

► MISC. INFO

As of writing this post (17.03.2021), I have one (1) chapter of copy-edits left to revise.

I hope to have a solid release date for the novel by the end of April.

It will be self-published, with both ebook and print versions available.

► TAG LISTS & TRACKING

Taglist members will be tagged in important milestones/updates, and in longer excerpts from the book. If you'd like to be added, please reply to this post or tell me that you'd like to be added on the reblog (or send an ask if the askbox is open). You can ask me to take you off at any time :)

To keep track of the project progress or learn more about it, check out the #When Dealing With Wolves tag

► SUPPORT ME

I have a Patreon for my writing, with £1 and £5 tiers. You can also support me on Ko-Fi, where I cross-post monthly Patreon stuff, either through one-off tips or monthly support.

#writeblr #when dealing with wolves #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #high fantasy

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imaginepirates · 3 years

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Salazar x Pirate Hunter HCs

Anon, I’m so sorry. You sent this in like.....over a month ago. My inbox just keeps getting blown up. Sorry. Anyway, here are some head canons about Salazar meeting another pirate hunter and working with them.

Salazar first sees you in the Carribean, just after he’s been released from the Triangle. At first, he plans on destroying your ship, using his own to devour it, but then he realizes that you’re lying in wait for someone. Curious, he waits to see what you do.

As it turns out, you’re waiting for a pirate ship, partially hidden by the coastline of a small island. As they sail out into open waters, you begin the chase. You rapidly close in on them, bombarding their ship with gunfire. Salazar watches through a spyglass, only satisfied once the pirate ship sinks under the unforgiving waves. It doesn’t escape his notice that you took no prisoners.

Now he knows you’re not in it for the money. If you were, you would have taken prisoners for formal execution, or at least for proof of annihilation. No, you’re doing this because you want it done, just like Salazar.

He immediately sets a course to intercept you, wanting to know who exactly you are. He was trapped in the Triangle for a long time, and realizes that he no longer recognizes most of the ships in the Caribbean, other than by flag. Given that you aren’t flying any, he assumes you’re a rogue captain of sorts, not belonging to a particular country or company.

As the Silent Mary approaches your ship, he watches the frantic movements of your crew. They are, of course, rightly terrified. You can’t help but to be afraid, either. You’ve never seen a ship like the one in front of you now. It’s no more than a husk, with no solid hull, only a skeletal structure of support beams is left. The sails have holes ripped through them that would make any normal sail ineffective. You try desperately to flee, figuring that this is some cursed pirate ship seeking revenge for your hunting, like all those tales about Barbossa and his crew of the undead.

As the ship gets closer, you notice that it is indeed crewed by the undead. You don’t have time to form an order before the Silent Mary is bearing down on you. You watch in utter horror as the crew as the ship pulls up alongside your own, staring at the crew, who almost floats over the deck. Everything is monochrome; you feel like you’re staring into a whole different world.

You’re most unnerved by Salazar himself. He gives you one of those smiles, something resembling black ink dripping from his mouth. Before you know it, he’s made his way onto your deck, and you shudder looking at him.

It’s only when you notice his naval uniform that your fear begins to melt away. You ask him who he is and where he’s from. You figure that if he hasn’t decided to kill you yet, he won’t.

Salazar explains just what happens to him, and that he’s a pirate hunter, just like you. He asks if you know about Jack Sparrow or his whereabouts. Somehow, this doesn’t surprise you. Jack is the most hated pirate in the Caribbean—probably in the world—just for how often he meddled in the affairs of others. Somehow, he had managed to jilt men from every corner of the globe, and you weren’t surprised that Salazar had bad experiences with him.

You yourself had also had run-ins with Sparrow. You were none too pleased with him, and agreed to help Salazar, knowing where Jack was last seen. The thought of wiping Jack off the map excited you a little. He always managed to slip away at the last second, but seeing the Silent Mary, you knew that even the Pearl couldn’t withstand such a force.

You found that you had little problem with Salazar or his crew. Despite being unsettling, there was nothing about them that you didn’t like. They didn’t need food or drink, which meant there was no need to give them anything from your own stores. The Silent Mary needed no repairs, because even her broken mast didn’t slow the ship down as it dragged in the water. Salazar himself asked nothing of you other than your help, which seemed perfectly fair to you if you wanted to pair up for a joint cause.

The first time the two of you come across a pirate ship together, you prepare your cannons, and wonder what the Silent Mary will do. It hadn’t struck you that the ghost ship had no guns, and you hadn’t seen its fighting style yet.

You could only stand in shock as it devoured the pirate ship. Devoured was the only word for it. Even you felt a rush of cold fear as the Silent Mary arched out of the water, the bottom of her hull opening up to encapsule the unfortunate vessel. You began to be very glad that you had Salazar on your side.

Salazar’s obsession with Jack worries you a little, but you understand exactly why he wants Jack dead. You would, too, if you were under such a curse. It’s one night, in your cabin as you discuss how you’re going to find Jack, that he confesses how much he misses the touch of another person. You were talking about his curse, as you were curious about it, and Salazar told you the many things he couldn’t feel or do anymore. The supernatural side-effects were nothing compared to being wholly human.

You reached up, unthinkingly, to cup his face with a hand. His skin was dry and flaky under your touch, and dark ooze ran between your fingers, making you shiver. He held you hand there with his own. Even though he couldn’t feel it, he appreciated the gesture.

You promised to do it again once Jack was dead, so Salazar could feel your fingers across his skin. Still, you couldn’t help your curiosity in the moment. You ran your fingers through his weightless hair, smiling a little as the strands came apart, each floating in their own direction.

Salazar watches you with interest, trying not to let it show in his dark eyes. Still, he can’t help but be fascinated by the gentleness in your touch and your genuine curiosity. You’re the first person he’s met since his curse that isn’t afraid of him.

He feels…something…for you, though he can’t place what. He no longer has the full spectrum of human emotion, and he hasn’t felt affection for anyone in years. Decades. He barely remembers the feeling, though he understands that he hates you less than everyone else.

It takes months of your working together for him to understand that what he’s feeling is, in fact, a type of love. He doesn’t admit this to you, deciding to wait until he’s free of his curse. He doesn’t want you to be any more disgusted with him than you already are. He thinks that maybe, when he’s a man whole, he may have a chance with you.

You ask him what he’ll do once Jack is dead. He admits that he doesn’t entirely know. He’s torn between returning to Spain and staying in the Caribbean. He knows that nobody will be left if he goes back to Spain; everyone he once knew is long since dead. There’s a good chance that he’s been forgotten, and he doesn’t think people would take kindly to his reappearance. He mentions that he might stay, a rogue pirate hunter like you. Neither of you admit that his staying would be what you both prefer, giving you the chance to see each other again after the curse is lifted.

His affection for you is a secret he takes to his grave, though you had suspected his feelings for you. You only hoped that he knew you felt the same. Someday, you figured, you would see him beyond the veil of death, and you could tell him then. It wasn’t as if he was going anywhere. The Dutchman came for his soul, just like all others. You liked to think that when you next saw him, he would be able to feel your embrace.

(In the end, this was exactly the case, and after long years of seperation, you were reunited in death. You both joked about it, as you realized you’d never actually known Salazar any other way.)

#potc #pirates #pirate #pirates of the caribbean #potc dmtnt #dmtnt #dead men tell no tales #Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Men Tell No Tales #salazar #armando salazar #salazar x reader #headcanons #hcs #potc hcs

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Fandom: Castlevania Series (2017-2021)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Alucard/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades

Characters: Alucard, Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades (for now)

Additional Tags: Post-Castlevania (Cartoon) Season 2, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Trephacard, Grief/Mourning, Mental Anguish, Hurt/Comfort, Illnesses, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Other Tags to Be Added

“Hold on to me, Belmont, not my shirt.”

Trevor does, or tries, grunting with his arm slung around Alucard’s neck as he stands to his wobbling feet. He can’t even feel irked by Alucard’s tone, eager to be moving and, if he’s being honest, too grateful to complain. “I really could try this on my own, you know,” Trevor says anyway, receiving no reply.

Alucard’s support never falters, his arm steady around Trevor’s ribs. “I appreciate the care for my time,” he says as they take a few steps together, “but I do have an inordinate supply of it.”

Well, he’s right about that. Again, Trevor lets it slide. Maybe he’s getting soft here, or maybe he’s become more used to Alucard’s cold-shoulder retorts. He’s warm against Trevor’s side, and the hunter is absolutely not focused on that more than the important task of putting one foot in front of the other.

This is not awkward.

He recalls Alucard’s words to Sypha, to them, the honesty in his voice with the admission that he wanted them here and despite Trevor’s own previous misgivings, those moments stayed with the hunter ever since and now live free in his head to mull over.

This is not awkward.

They pass through a tall entrance to an adjoined chamber, and from there onto a long terrace overlooking the wooded pathlands. It is here Alucard eases the hunter down on a padded, upholstered bench, set in the shade and heaped with cushions.

Trevor squints, uses his hand as a shield until his eyes stop hurting from the sudden change. He blinks as the wilderness appears in tints of green and fading blue the farther it spreads, climbing up the knees of solemn mountains rising jagged in the distance. Getting some fresh air was the goal here, and the hunter takes full breaths of it.

Alucard busies himself with some bottles and flasks, then sits beside Trevor on the bench. It’s quiet up here, comes the thought, but not as silent as the stifling four walls of a chamber, and days passed since Trevor was reacquainted with lucidity — a state he’s apparently taken shamelessly for granted before the onset of his illness. It’s strange to him to be left so weakened as to need help in this manner, stranger still to actually receive it; something Trevor remembers happening but once before in his life, a kindness he clung to through the latter years when his defaced hope in humanity was finally about to give. “Thanks,” he says, shaking off the memory, because not everything must be ghosts and regret.

Alucard looks his way, an eyebrow raised; waiting patiently.

“For this,” Trevor sighs, pointing at himself. “For helping me heal.” He rubs the back of his head, furrows his brows.

Alucard picks a tome with a dusted blue cover from a sheltered table in the corner. He looks down at the damn thing, and there is that fucking sadness again; it's on his face, in the way he moves, in everything he does.

This is awkward.

But he’s Trevor fucking Belmont, afraid of no man or beast et cetera, et cetera, and if he was unhinged enough to punch Dracula in the face he won’t quail before talking about his feelings to his son.

“Neither Sypha nor I could have done any different,” Alucard says, meeting his eyes and he’s… he’s smiling. Brief and pale, but it’s there, like it was those first moments of clarity when Alucard was leaning over him, looking like something priceless had just dropped in his lap. A silly comparison, maybe, but Trevor’s never been a poet, and it’s Alucard’s expression he still sees in those states between wakefulness and sleep.

“Still,” Trevor looks back ahead, sliding lower against the bench, “I’m not dead, probably would be if it weren’t for you, again, and… and, yeah.” He sighs, “What I’m trying to say is,” he throws Alucard a brief glance to see him staring at his feet, elbows propped on his knees, “I’ve lived on lucky chances for the latter half of my life. I’m surprised I’m still alive, to be frank.”

“Agreed.”

“Shut up and let me say this. I was used to being treated like shit by people, and after a while, it’s easy to become what everyone makes of you.” He feels Alucard's gaze on him, finds it easier to stare at the clouds smeared like white pastry across the sky. “From the beginning — ever since your weird entrance into our lives you both always treated me like I’m worth something, and that’s… I’m thankful for that. Yeah? Wanted to get this out of the way. Wanted you to know.” He falls silent, observing two eagles as they circle each other in strong, graceful sweeps against a backdrop of blue.

Alucard rests with his head on the backrest, hands clasped together over his chest, finally looking like he’s got no stake up his arse. But he understands, he must. After all, his own life did a complete flip, making way for… for whatever this is. Maybe Alucard isn’t sure either. But he no longer avoids their company for most of the time, no longer slinks away at night to hunt until he returns bloody and worn. Instead, he stood by Trevor and Sypha since that morning, kept feeding Trevor that horrible tasting medicine and if he left, many times they would wake late into the night and find him there, either reading or dozing in an armchair close to the bed.

And that, too, is what Trevor is grateful for — all of them taking a direly needed breath together. No heavy topics. No talk of sieges. No questions apart from practical matters of the present. He rubs at his chest where it still hurts to breathe and a persistent fatigue renders him incapable of doing much, for most of the time, but the air is clean, they’re not running for their lives, and Alucard is here.

“So, we’re staying for a while,” Trevor speaks gruffly against his own fear. For how long? They haven’t discussed that, either. And how much does it really matter now, anyway? “You’ll need a lot of help with this place, by the looks of it.”

Alucard reaches for the water pitcher, pours and offers out a glass. His hand is pale and bony beneath the brush of Trevor’s fingers, his eyes sunken in, and he still looks like something heavy and nasty constantly drags him down by the shoulders. Trevor makes an effort and doesn’t comment. Nobody likes having their pain called out at every turn; they know it’s there, after all.

“First, regain your strength. Then we’ll see to the rest.”

Trevor can't argue with that, and a few steps forward are usually better than none.

Above them, the eagles cry.

“There is… so much more preserved food here than I thought!” comes Sypha’s voice, a little muffled, from the other side of the door leading to the pantries from the kitchen.

“All right.” Trevor looks back at the list of quantities he’s been writing, seated at the long kitchen table. He feels better with each passing day, and now can even help with some tasks without running out of breath in the first thirty minutes. Still, he wouldn’t mind it if things sped up a little, either.

“Oh! And there’s a room here for cold storage!” Sypha dutifully notifies him.

“So, what am I adding here?”

“At least another twenty pieces of dried meat,” comes Alucard’s voice, “and another ten sacks of flour.”

“Christ,” mutters Trevor, “was he feeding an army in there?”

Alucard’s tall figure slips through the door, with a look on his face that says ‘have you lived under a rock’ and with his dark coat flecked with flour at the lapels and chest. There’s some in his hair, too, and Trevor bites the inside of his cheek because it’s a shit move to tease someone who looks like they might drop dead at any moment, but he also has a hard time associating the sight with the memory of Alucard’s edgy, dramatic appearance in that Keep under Greșit.

Different sides to everyone, aren’t there. He wonders idly what else there is to discover about each of them, and how well or poorly they will handle it. Together, together for now.

Alucard glides over and peeks down at the list over Trevor’s shoulder. “Goodness, your handwriting is atrocious. I can barely discern parts of this.”

“Next time you do it,” mutters Trevor, but he leans back in his chair, glad for the proximity because he is that kind of fool. “My foremost skills, as you know, lie in other areas.”

Alucard tuts — another thing that throws Trevor off balance. “This is a long list,” he states as Sypha emerges from the pantries, arms full of bags with spices.

“Where on earth did you get cinnamon? It’s so difficult to find, and—”

“We traveled the world quite a bit with the castle,” Alucard answers, eyes still on the list as Sypha sniffs at one bag, a brief, elated smile on her face. “I think between all of this and whatever foraging we’ll need to do, we should be fine for a while.”

“Good, that’s settled,” Trevor adds as Sypha reaches them, leaning over Trevor’s other shoulder to glance at the notes. She smells of mint and sage, and that odd spicy-sweet scent of that cin-uh-mun that has her so pleased.

“Trevor, is this a P or an R?”

“Ugh, you know what…”

Sypha giggles — how he missed it — and sets a placating hand on his shoulder. Having them both at his back in a situation that doesn’t boil down to live-or-die dwindles the hunter’s annoyance to nothing. He thinks of how siloed they were, each struggling with their own thoughts and feelings only a week ago. It’s not a sudden change but a subtle one, and it’s enough to matter, for now.

A breath together, indeed.

Trevor scratches his head as the three of them stand before the once-entrance-now-gaping hole leading to the Hold. It’s the first time they’re returning to assess the damage and get an idea of what can be done in the short term to protect the knowledge and artifacts in the Vault. Sypha knows quite a few warding spells to help in that direction, but the fighting left the place in shambles and thus in need of their attention, not to mention proper isolation from humidity and other environmental wear.

“Hm,” Trevor points at the remains of staircases hanging off the walls, “We can’t go down there the usual way, that’s one. Sypha, could you make up some… ice stairs, or something?”

“That won’t be necessary,” says Alucard, turning to look at both of them. He extends a hand which Sypha takes without hesitation, realizing what he’s offering.

Trevor blinks. “No way. I am not being carried down like some—”

He doesn’t get to finish as Alucard takes a plunge with Sypha held securely to him, and Trevor hears a brief sigh, sees her robes fluttering like the wings of a great blue bird before she and Alucard land gracefully in front of the door to the Vault. He looks back up at Trevor, and it’s too far for the hunter to make out his expression, but hell, he reckons this wouldn’t be the first time Alucard had to haul him around like a sack of onions, anyway. He’s also decidedly not fond of falling from great heights no matter the support, but they don’t need to know that. Trevor sighs and makes a gesture that concedes defeat, calling Alucard back up.

“Sypha, a little light please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Sypha rubs her palms together, then spreads her arms out wide. The lamps of the vault come alive, revealing levels upon levels of shelves and chasing away the shadows in the immense hall.

Everything is as they left it, including the damage incurred by Trevor fighting the intruding creatures. Sypha makes her way towards a lectern, followed by Alucard.

“I’ll do a quick round,” Trevor tells them, a hand on the whip curled neatly at his belt as he disappears among the rows of ancient furniture.

“Look at that!” Sypha points at the giant skeleton of a creature hanging in chains from the ceiling. “Have you ever seen anything like it?” she asks Alucard, who’s regarding the bones in silence; the enormous jaws, the huge teeth like spikes — the stuff of nightmares.

“I doubt it’s the supernatural, in this case. To me, it looks like one of many creatures which apparently walked the Earth eons before humankind took over.” He looks back at the large, dusty book Sypha’s opened. “This place may have an index but it’s…” he turns to a shelf, retrieving a wooden object made of pipes of various lengths and frowning as he stares at it, “... nonetheless a mess.”

“You’ve already so helpfully pointed that out before, thank you very much,” they hear Trevor’s voice from far away.

“That looks like a pan flute,” comes Sypha’s observation, and Alucard lifts the object he’s holding for a closer inspection.

“A nai, to be more exact,” adds Trevor, emerging from a row of shelves and nearing them.

He takes the pan flute from Alucard, thoughtfully running his fingers over the wooden tubes of varying diameters. They’re fit in a curved array, arranged by order of length from right to left. “You’d hear these at special occasions, during celebrations or on bonfire nights, what have you. The pitch of each pipe is adjusted with beeswax.” He turns the instrument over in his hands, speaking as though he’s reciting a forgotten lesson.

“I’ve heard it played before. It sounds beautiful, haunting even, if the musician is skilled enough for it,” Sypha tells Alucard. “Not something one would find in a collection of monster hunting resources, though. Unless… ” She seeks Trevor’s gaze, “you know how to play this, Trevor?”

Trevor inspects the nai, blows some dust off the polished wood. He shrugs. “I used to. We all learned something or other to pass the time between studies and training,” he says, then tucks the thing inside a pack he brought down, avoiding her eyes.

Sypha smiles. “I see,” she murmurs, throwing Alucard an indulgent, knowing look as the hunter turns away.

“So, are we done here?” asks Trevor. “I think we know what we want to plan next. First, we need the ability to get down here without resorting to either of you, so…”

He freezes at the clang of objects falling from their place, striking the floors and sending loud, lonesome echoes through the cavernous enclosure. They all exchange looks of silent understanding, and Alucard’s already tensed, his claws halfway out. His eyes close as he listens. “Wait... it’s nothing, it’s—”

Trevor’s already walking towards the source of the sound, hand on his whip at the ready. “... just a cat,” the hunter says, mild disbelief on his face at the movement of something dark beneath one of the stacked shelves.

It’s fully grown from the looks of it, tail swishing and eyes gleaming. Its coat is black all over, and it looks rather shaggy, but from what Trevor can tell, the animal isn’t wounded. It’s also decidedly not shy or afraid as it languidly advances towards them.

Sypha’s snickering behind him. “Our intruder! My, what a shiny coat you have there!”

The cat mews, and Alucard watches it padding closer, inspecting them with intelligent eyes. “Considering the superstitions alive and well in the area, I doubt finding a household was an option for him.”

“How can you already know it’s a ‘he’?” asks Trevor, but Alucard’s right, which is weird. Maybe to do with his shapeshifting-creature-sensing abilities or whatnot. He really should read up more on dhampir, or there's a thought, actually speak to Alucard about it, maybe. Either way, his own curiosity can wait now.

“We can safely assume there’s no shortage of nourishment for him here,” Alucard glances at the vastness of the Vault.

“Do we… leave him down here?” asks Sypha, picking up a few tomes that caught her interest in the meantime.

“Well, you can’t really force a cat to do anything, so, I don’t know,” Trevor drops down, balanced on the balls of his feet. “Hey, you. Want a ride out of here with the three big lugs?” he asks the cat over Sypha’s amused expression, and they all watch as the animal saunters over when Trevor rises to stand, fluidly wandering between his ankles, purring loudly with its tail curled upward.

“I think that’s a ‘yes’?” Alucard ventures as he picks up their pack and Sypha wraps an arm around his neck, preparing to rise back to the surface.

Trevor takes a leap of trust and lifts the cat up, who settles with zero fuss on his arm. Seems like a deal. He looks down at the stray animal, “A word of warning though: we might be more trouble than it’s worth.”

Chapter VI

A/N:

This just in, Trevor talks about (some of) his feelings.

The Țepeș family went on many trips around the world with the castle [HC activated in this part].

Trio being catfinders is the result of the author's obsession with the ol’ Trevor Belmont vs cats HC. Trevor likes cats. Cats like Trevor. They look at him and they see catnip. I just think it's neat.

The nai is a traditional pan flute used in the region.

#ruiniel:fanfiction

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