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schwarz-san · 5 months

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Danny is a normal fourteen year old boy in a household in a normal family.

His parents are doctor and engineers and has a smart older sister who likes psychology. He has a goth and a technerd as bestfriends in a normal highschool.

Then all of a sudden he's been kidnapped to be used as a sacrificed to a Eldritch Death God from beyond by some cult that literally came out of nowhere—

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Danny is a normal kid.

Well, as normal as a kid of a couple with triple doctorates in Chemistry, Engineering and Demonology as well as black belt in multiple martial arts could be anyway .

He has a older sister that is interested in Psychology and proficient with Matial arts.

He's friends with a rich rebellious goth girl who likes plants and a tech genius boy who could probably hack pentagon if wanted that likes meat.

Life is fine.

Then he got interested in demonology and started reading his parents books.

(Maddie and Jack is so proud, their boy is following their footsteps!)

He then read something about a High Ghost King of The Infinite Realm from one of their ancestral books from his dads side. Way back when the Fentons was still called Fentonightingale's and still worked as the greatest and most infamous supernatural hunters around in the olden days.

He got hooked very quickly.

He studied and research more and more about the Ghost King, learning that its existence could be seen through out multiple civilization and mythology all across the globe and has been around way, way back to ancient greece, china, japan, egypt and so on.

He learned that it was considered as a Death God, Eldritch in nature in some cases. That its also represent life and death, balance, Stars, Planets, space and the entire cosmos itself as well as the sea of possibilities, that is simply known as the multiverse in modern culture.

It was known through various titles such as The Balance between Realms, The Absence of Heat, The Protector, The Great One, Halfa and many more with the title High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms being his most notable one.

Danny loves learning about the ghost king and the infinite realms.

On how it was the afterlife, and how it hold all other afterlife with itself. Its pantheon, its customs and its king.

Life is fine.

He graduate highschool with honors and recently got accepted in college, aiming for Engineering.

(He may love studying the supernatural but he still loves space and still defenitely aim to be an astronaut.)

Life is fine.

Then it reality came crashing down all in a blink of an eye.

His family got caught in a rouge accident while visiting gotham, only danny survived.

People who wants his parents tech and research are all hounding danny for their patents, for their tech, their researchs.

And they never stop.

Time passess and Danny is just tired of everything.

He dropped college.

He's pennyless.

Jobless.

His friends are out of reach.

(He heard rumors about the government and high standing people hounding them as well due to their connection with him)

And pretty much after that, he loss just about everything he has.

All except his fenton family heirloom books and his parents researchs.

So he lays on the floor of his crappy rundown apartment, disheveled, thick dark lines under his eyes, and unshaven face. His books, his parents research scattered and discarded around him on the floor along with numerous empty bottles and cans of beer and alcohol. Some bottles were even broken.

Danny is drowning and life is not fine.

Despair clawed deep in his chest as he continue to drowned in just about everything.

Despair

Sadness

Anger

Hate

Loneliness.

So on, so forth.

It was too much. Too much for a simple man like him too bear alone.

Until one day, he just can't anymore.

Broken shard from empty bottle of beer fall on his hand and his mind swirls. Every emotions, every suffering and all of his despair cultivating in to a potent, potent poison like poisonous critters fighting inside a poison jar.

He raised the broken shard in his hand before his bloodshot eyes fell on a discarded open book on the floor.

The Fenton family heirloom.

One that mentions the King of the Infinite Realms.

Then all of a sudden, memories rush back to Danny like water from a broken dam.

His childhood.

His parents.

His sister.

His friends.

His dreams of flying out of the planet.

His obsession with the ghostking and the ghost zone as his family labeled it.

His happy memories.

The accident that take everything away from him.

On how he loss everything.

On how… he doesn't have anything else to lose.

The fact that he doesn't have anything else to lose.

Tired, resigned and resolved, danny made his decision and blood fell to the floor.

Danny is an engineer.

A very smart one infact that he was often compared to the likes of Tony Stark and Reed Richards.

CEO of Fenton Works and formerly, Dalv co. (His Godfather insisted of making Danny inherit everything and Danny doesn't have the heart to refuse a dying man) , which he merged with his parents small company with the same name Fenton Works.

They are advance compared to other tech companies and could keep up to Stark's tech (probably one of the very very few that could keep them on their toes) that continue to ridiculously advance at a terrifying pace due to continuous study of alien tech that Stark manage to observe and get his hands on due to his superhero stint.

(No. Danny isn't jealous. Not by the fact that Stark could go in and out of space at his leasure. Not by the fact that he could go to other planets or the fact that he could meet real life aliens. No, shut up Tuck. Seriously dude, stop laughing–!)

Life is fine, he's engage and happy with his life and his family.

Then he got on a accident.

Sam is in coma, with no concrete time on when she'll wake up.

Her parents were angry of course but relented when they saw that state danny was in.

His arms were crushed and he cant feel anything from them.

The vary same hands that he use to craft. The very same hands that sam compliments whenever he made a new invention that made that hammer dude green with envy and made stark speechless.

Fenton work is declining. It wasn't obvious yet but they are slowly losing footing in the industry. All because he couldn't make anything new.

His parents helped, and the only reason that the company isn't crashing and burning to the ground yet. But even they could not totally prevent the company's slow and steady decline.

They then tried to find a way restore his hands.

They tried a lot of things, cybernetics to medical operations and medication, so on, so forth. They worked. But only by little as everything felt horryfyingly wrong whenever he tried any of his options, but for the sake of the fenton works, danny endured. Everything to ensure sam that everthing is alright the moment she woke up from her com.

It's been half a year since then.

Danny was in his office, typing on his computer with the Fenton Ghost Gloves on his hands that let him do work despite the condition of his hands when Wes suddenly barged to his office holding a flyer, yelling something about a way to permanently heal his hands and a possible way to wake up Sam from her coma.

That immediately got Danny's attention.

With hope in his eye and determination burning in his chest, Danny take the flyer and went to the place right of the bat. Lets just say that it wasn't what he was expecting at all.

Danny new of the supernatural. Kind of hard not to when your family have a been written in history books a the worlds greatest and infamous Supernatural Hunter bearing the Fentonightingale name and with Gods and all the magical shenanigans that keeps happening left and right that the Avengers have to deal with.

Which means that he shouldn't have been surprised that magic is involved with the flyer promising miraculous healing.

It's also strange (hah) to meet Stephen Strange again.

He knew the man, a little arrogant but definitely have the skills and talent to back it up. He also heared that he had an accident similar to his that led him to give up his medical career entirely unlike danny who make do with his fenton gloves.

Now he's a sorcerer, not just any sorcerer but The Supreme Sorcerer and may have been a Avenger now for all he knew. Doctor Strange, then gave him the option to either help him heal his hands or learn magic.

Danny chose magic of course.

(Sam would be so mad the he went on and learn magic on his own without her and Tucker)

Now, he just need to learn the magic to wake her up safely.

A year pass and Danny is a full bown sorcerer.

It baffled everyone how fast he learned that he's already nearing the Supreme Sorcerers level with only just a year. Definitely faster than the progress that Doctor Strange himself shown.

They all shuddered in horror once they heared his family name though, and Danny understand their reaction. A descendant of Fentonightingale himself, the greatest Witch Hunter, having magic is a image that they never would have imagine.

That said, it's also been a month since Sam woke up ( there was so much crying involve) and has been in rehab ever since.

She's mad that he learned magic own his own as expected and demanded that she and tucker learn it as well.

(He couldn't say no to her)

It also a shock to learn about Tuckers potential with magic, something about having Egyptian roots. Sam is jealous. Well, that was until she obtain some form of plant magic and make herself a walking terror to everyone.

(The illegal loggers and companies were not ready)

Meanwhile, Danny's specialty is tapping and looking through diferent dimentions, secretly of course, and space magic as well as exorcism related magic in honor of the Fentonnightingale name.

Life is well.

Until one day when he was scrying through other dimension, he encounter a very very large, endless dimension consisted of green skies. It's a dimension that Danny doesn't recognise so he got intrigue and he knew he should have told Doctor Strange immediately but well… his curiosity get the better of him and he take a peak. Just a little wee bit of peek and—

A massive Eldritch Eye looms and stare back at him.

"Uhhhhh—GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!"

It's been Eons and Danny has been The High Ghost King for quite a time.

Probably more considering that time in the Realms never really flows in a linear Fashion.

(He could tell, with all the time he spent at Clockwork's Lair, his position as the High King, dominion over Space and the fact that Time and Space are always intertwined and are lowkey perpendicular to one another so it's nly natural for him to do so)

Danny just got back from his vacation to another universe and may or may not have traumatize a lot of people (Arceus still won't remove the barricade he put at the Hall of Origins, Giratina may be traumatize as well but enjoys watching Arceus suffer so its worth it. Revenge for being lock away in his own lair. Hah!) And is feeling great! Sure Tuck and Sam were mad that he leave them with his own paperworks but can you say no to this adorable face? (Sam and Tuck grumbled as Danny make the Ookemon team he got from vacation to do puppy eyes with him and aim it to Sam and Tucker, like seriously, its not fair! Hes thousand years old how can he stay adorable after all that years!)

They forgave him but demand that they be included along when Danny decide to have another vacation. Though not before stealing his Pokemons and dumping athe backlogged paperworks on his desk.

Great…

So there he is, doing work like he hadn't taken a vacation and a Mt. Everest worth of paperworks.

(Danny doesn't know what he'll do with out his duplicates)

He's done about half of them (what can he say, hes fast and just want to go to bed) when he felt something.

He could feel it. The ripples from countless universes hapening everywhere all at once, they touched the surface of the Infinite Realms and made themselves known. Normally, ripples isn't something to be worried about. There will be people, gods, cosmic beings and such that will always deal with them one way or another so beings from the realms rarely bothered. This one though is different. Because it messes with the realms, something that almost never happened before.

Further more, he could feel something tugging at his core, which only happens when he was being summoned most of the time.

Putting his paperwork aside (oh yes, finally a valid excuse), Danny take a look to the one he could feel is scrying throigh the realms with magic.

He tuen Eldritch and peak back to the rude person peaking without permission.

Danny wasn't expecting to see a version of him scrying through the realms with sorcery of all things.

He shut his Sorcerer version's spell as he heard the man scream in terror.

(Danny snorted, for some reason, he found it hilarious)

Welp, I guess it's about time to visit Clockwork.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x marvel #dp x pokemon #ghost king danny #tw: implied death #summoning #angst #eldritch danny #something is happening #it's Danny's fault somehow one way or another #well #the other version of him at least #clockwork has things to answer #clockwork can't wait to tell him that hes the problem #danny calls bullshit #danny is destined to be connected to the ghost zone one way or another #if he wasn't #the Universe Destiny and Fateand the other forces of the universe he exist in make sure of it

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ianthine-ichor · 5 months

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Ghost x Reader ~ I Fuckin' Love You

Summary - Ghost can't get that night out of his head. The night he lost you.

Word count - 2k

Codename for reader - Daze

Tw in the tags

One moment was all it took. One damn sentence, one stupid suggestion.

"Well if all you guys are heading off I might as well tag along with the ones going south then, yeah?"

He should have said no. You had plenty of work to do back on base, an egregious amount really. But it was an easy enough mission anyway, nothing that he thought would have put you in harms way. A quick in and out, near to no hostiles. And he knew well how much you hated being couped up at the base.

Sometimes he wish he could just go back and cut out his own tongue before he answered.

"More the merrier"

It was supposed to have been simple, hardly even dangerous. Hell, Price had planned the missions for the same day as his! There wasn't supposed to be anyone there. There wasn't supposed to be anyone.

Even now that night runs through his head. Over and over and over. He could have done so many things differently. If only he'd been just a little more worried, just a little more cautious. If only he'd sent someone else out, if only he'd gotten on your as about your paperwork, if only he'd have been there.

He'd been with the Soap and Gaz on their mission. The plan was that he'd find a good lookout on his own and provide details on movements and offer cover if anything went sideways, but the whole ride there he had this awful feeling that crept up his skin and sunk in his stomache. And so he had decided to stick near the truck and provide cover from there.

He should have known it then, he should have known.

He was thankful, as little as that mattered now, that he was a man who followed his gut. The only thought that comforted him now and days was that at least you weren't alone when...when...

He had been so sure of your success he hadn't even given you a way to reach him. So when the radio clicked on a voice scared him out of his focus through his scope. Even more when he'd recognized it.

"Price! Ghost! Is anyone there!?"

It was fuzzy as it picked up the signal, likely because whatever you were using to contact him wasn't as finely tuned as the radios you'd normally use for missions. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if you had been flicking through your own walkie just to contact someone. He practically threw his rifle to the ground, grabbing the radio from the car the moment he was close enough.

"I read you. What's going on?" He calls and tries to subdue the panic that dares to bite at him. There were a hundred reasons you might be worried, at least half a which weren't such a big deal-

"Ambush! It's a-...damn ambush! I can't reach Price!"

Your words turn his blood cold.

It was supposed to be simple.

"What's your status!" He yells, finding that his heart rate skyrockets as it tries to pump his frozen blood. He hardly notices his volume, every ounce of his being fighting the urge to race to you right now. He's met with silence for longer than he cared to wait. He practically throws himself into the driver's side seat, holding the radio closer.

Maybe he hadn't used it right. Maybe you just hadn't heard him.

"What is your status Daze!" He near screams and once more there is silence and silence and horrible silence. He had to fill it, had to think of anything other than all of the horrible images that flooded his mind. He turned to coms with Soap and Gaz.

"Abort! Get the fuck out of there right now we have to move!" He ordered into their earpieces, making sure they heard him loud and clear.

"What's happening? Are we compromised?"

Gaz asked, his voice quiet, almost whispered.

"The other crew got ambushed. Daze just called in before going silent. We gotta get there, now!" He commanded, hoping that they'd pick up their asses and move.

"On my way!"

"Bloody hell"

They answered, though Ghost felt anything but relief at their words.

It was supposed to be a harmless mission.

Even as the memory plagues him now he can still feel the constructing of his chest, the burning in his lungs going almost unrecognized as he sat waiting and waiting and waiting for any sign that you might still be there. A yell, a scream. He wouldn't have even cared if the words he heard were hate filled and furious with him! He would have just been happy to hear you. To know you were even still there. He had silently begged then, for any sign of life. Any.

Yet now, plagued by the horror of that night, he can't help but wish that it would had just stayed silent.

"Everyone's...Everyone's...fuck"

Your voice cuts through again and he knows just by the heavy way your words fell that something was incredibly wrong. Every inch of his body nearly repelled the sound.

"We're on our way. Just hold until we-"

"There is no holding! They're dead! Everyone's fucking dead!"

You were panicked, an emotion all but common on you. His knuckles turned white as he held the intercom.

"Well figure it the fuck out then lieutenant! If you die in there-" before he could finish the sentence the two he was waiting for jumped right into the car. Without a second thought he handed the radio to Soap and slammed on the gas. There would be no stopping him and he sure as hell would love to see anyone try.

"Daze, you alright there?" Soap asked, the concern on his face evident as always.

"No! No I'm not fucking al- SHIT!"

Your voice cut again.

"Daze! Daze do you copy!?" Soap yells into the radio but is only met with another bout of unbearable, painful silence. A silence Ghost filled quickly. Anything but silence.

"Call Price! Tell 'em to bring whatever they got!" Ghost ordered, chain of command be damned. Soap would rather not be the bearer of bad news, and so he gave a nod to Gaz who took the burden of informing Price.

And Price would listen, if he knew what was good for him.

"Captain Price, do you read?" He spoke, the click of an answer heard before the familiar voice.

"Affirmative. Do you have eyes on the target?"

He questioned, Soap wincing a little at the comment.

"Negative, we aborted the mission. Daze team is under attack at the south-west wearhouse. They need reinforcements" he answered, making sure to get right to the point. They didn't have time to waste.

"...Who gave you those orders?"

Price asked oh so slowly. The image of an immediately pissed off Price made him give Soap an uneasy look as he struggled for words. Thankfully he seemed to get the hint, clicking his coms on as well, as much as he would rather have just stayed silent.

"There was an ambush. Daze was in distress when we last heard 'em, shit's hittin' the fan over there. Have a feeling s'gonnae be a bloody scene" Soap answered for him, hoping that might just be enough to wave whatever anger Price might have had about their failed mission. There's a pause, one that makes them all sick to the stomach.

"Alright, we're sending some help that way. But we're talkin' when this is over"

With that Price clicked off coms. Despite the relief of reinforcements, it left a bitter taste in their mouths.

Fifteen minutes; that's how far the three were now. And they knew damn well that any sort of reinforcements would take far longer than that. Too long. Too late.

Eight minutes out the radio clicks again, fuzzy sounds of general chaos making Ghost wish this truck weren't as heavily armored as it was. Too slow.

Ghost couldn't remember how he managed to get the radio back in his hands again. Soap told him later on that he near broke his wrist snatching it from him, but it was all a blur now. Those minutes had been the longest of his career.

"Daze! Daze what is goin' on there!" He yells, his grip tight enough to break a man in half. Still there is no response.

"Y/N! FUCKIN' ANSWER ME!" He was surprised he didn't break the radio in his hands with the death grip he had on the thing. Still there was silence, silence, silence, silence, silence. A pause, a moment that felt years longer than it was.

When the radio clicked on again it was quiet. Too damn quiet. The only sounds being a dry weeze and a horrible cough.

"I'm here"

You finally answered. Your voice was mumbled and strained, pain ridden. Not a breath held in the car was voluntary at that point.

"...What's your status?" Ghost asks a third time, his voice far quieter, far more solem. He's met with a series of coughs and sniffles.

You didn't have to answer him. He damn well knew. He knew the moment that sinking feeling wrapped him in barb wire. He knew when he'd heard you call over radio the first time. He knew when you had taken so long just to respond. He knew. Yet every inch of his skin repelled the very idea of you being anything other than okay.

"I'm...I don't know I- I fell somewhere. It's dark. I can't reach anything, I can't...I can't move"

Despite your words your voice is quiet and calm. Too calm. He almost preferred when you were panicked.

"Find your bearings and get the fuck out of there!" The commanding in his voice doesn't stick as well this time. Gaz would later described it as desperate.

"I can't move L.t. I can't see-"

Another round of coughs had an open grimace take his face. But it would be nothing compared to your next bone-chilling words.

"It's so cold"

The sentence seared on his brain; the words scarring itself into an unhealthy part of his soul the moment they left you. Neither Soap nor Gaz could describe the look in his eyes at that moment. He doesn't think he ever wants to know.

"Simon..."

Your voice called out to him, weaker than he's ever heard you speak. For a moment he can't bring himself to respond, for a moment it's all too much.

"I don't have much time...do I?"

You ask and again you're met with silence. The sniffling increases ten-fold, this time followed by hiccups.

"I'm going to die here-"

"No!" Ghost finally speaks. He was so repelled by your words that they made him near nauseous.

"No. No you aren't. We're almost there, just...just hold on. I'm almost there" his eyes focus on the road, the car is going far over a hundred at this point.

"...okay"

Your voice is shaky as you try to hold yourself together. There's a silence again, though this time panic is replaced by dread. Gaz and Soap share a look but continue to say nothing. What could they have said that would make any of this better?

"Hey Si?"

Your voice finally crackles again and this time, despite how little he wanted to, he answers. He had hoped it wouldn't be the last words you'd ever hear.

"Yeah love?" He asks, his own breath shaky as he tried to hold himself together.

"What...what would you name her?"

The question blindsided him. He couldn't figure out what you were talking about.

"Who?" He asked, your answer delayed by another coughing fit.

"The puppy"

He felt what was left of his heart sink further

He remembered having that conversation with you before. How you two had fought over the breed and the amount of training they'd go through and whether or not it should be a boy or a girl. It had seemed so trite now, such a meaningless thing to fight over. Yet in that moment it had made his eyes sting with tears as he bit back the cry that threatened to leave him at any given moment.

"I'd name 'em honey" he answered. He wondered if you could hear the pain in his voice. He hoped not

"Really? Why honey?"

He could hear the confused smile on your lips. He'd wondered if he'd ever be allowed to see your smile again.

He wondered if he'd ever even get to see you again.

"'cause then when I call their name, you'd both come running" he answered, his voice finally breaking. But he heard you laugh, and even as he fought against the tears that now threatened to roll down his face he couldn't help but think how perfect your laugh was.

He wondered if he'd ever hear it again.

"Always the charmer, huh?"

You answered, fighting away the coughs that threatened to end your sentence for you.

"Yeah well you're into that" he answered back, your snicker drawing a hidden smile to his lips. There was a pause, one that made every bit of dread squeeze so hard onto him the he was sure it would cut him like string through clay. So much so that he went to speak to you again when-

"I love you"

The words rang like a horrible harmony in his ears that had him fully denying the reality he was in. Denying this was real, denying that he could have ever let you get hurt, denying that it might be the last time he ever hears you speak that melody to him. Yet despite it all, he found himself responding before he even thought about it.

"I fuckin' love you"

The last words he had ever spoken to you.

Might make a part two to this, I don't know yet. But for now this is a good start to my first fic here!

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therabbitthatpostthings · 10 days

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The snow was falling and yet you felt warm. You curled in closer to the heat coming off Giyuu's chest. His heart was racing as he hurried to the Wisteria House. You could feel yourself getting weaker. Your entire body felt heavy, like you were slipping out his arms.

"Giyuu..."

"Don't strain yourself, we're almost there!"

He couldn't let anything cloud his mind. The adrenaline was too high for him to notice his own injuries. He just need to get you somewhere safe, to wait out this blizzard.

"Giyuu, do you think if we met in another life, we'd have a chance?"

“Don’t talk like that (Y/N)!”

“I love you.” You weren’t sure if you said that part out loud or not. It felt good to say though. Maybe in the next life, you would have said it sooner.

#no beta we die like men #little rambles #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #kny x reader #tw: implied death

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noahsresources · 11 months

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hurt/comfort statements that hit me right in the feels.

pardon me please, i'm just having a moment. possible tw for suicidal ideation and references to death and loss. bonus points for specifying a scenario!

from those who are struggling. ❝ i never thought i'd ever make it this far. ❞ ❝ ... when were you going to tell me about this? ❞ ❝ i don't ever want you to die. please ... don't die ... ❞ ❝ we had our whole lives planned out. ❞ ❝ i just can't, it's too much. it's too fucking much. ❞ ❝ losing him/her/them was the cruelest thing i've ever experienced. ❞ ❝ people say things like, 'you're going green with envy', or 'there's smoke coming out of your ears'. you think they'd come up with a statement like that that describes someone who's in constant pain like this ... ? ❞ ❝ sometimes you need to make room for grief. make time for it. embrace it. it's all i've been doing as of late. ❞ ❝ how is it possible to hurt this much when nothing's wrong? ❞ ❝ drowning in sadness is more fulfilling than drowning in pleasure these days. ❞ ❝ it's hard to let go of the fact that i'm probably going to outlive everyone else in my life. ❞ ❝ i've already lost everything near and dear to my heart. everything except for you. ❞ ❝ i'm just so tired. i just want to go to sleep and never wake up again. ❞ ❝ i was so close to giving up once. ❞ ❝ i don't want him/her/them to die alone. i'd never forgive myself. ❞ ❝ please, don't go ... i just need to feel your arms around me ... ❞ ❝ there's a reason why i hide my emotions locked in a metal cage so deep in my heart. it's so i won't get hurt like this again. ❞ ❝ i've always had to deal with these kinds of things alone. i don't need your help. ❞ ❝ it was my fault. i did this to him/her/them ... ❞ ❝ i can't even see my future anymore. i don't want to. ❞ ❝ there's no way i could possibly be this important to you. ❞ ❝ if i lose him/her/them, then there'll be nothing else for me to live for. ❞ ❝ i don't see a point anymore. in going on, i mean. ❞ ❝ time won't slow down. it never does. i had to learn that the hard way early on. ❞ ❝ go away ... please, just go away. ❞

from those offering support. ❝ ... i'm sorry. i'm so, so fucking sorry that you had to lose him/her/them. ❞ ❝ it wasn't your fault. you did everything you could. ❞ ❝ just remember they'll always be in your heart. ❞ ❝ i don't know what to say to make you feel better, but ... i'm here for you, if that means anything. ❞ ❝ believe it or not ... i know how you feel. i've been through this exact same thing. ❞ ❝ he/she/they loved you. he/she/they loved you so much. trust me ... i know. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. i promise you, you're not alone. ❞ ❝ don't worry, i'll stay. i'm not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ you've been through so much ... be kind to yourself. please. ❞ ❝ it's okay to cry. you don't have to hide your emotions around me. ❞ ❝ you don't have to talk to me. hell, you don't even have to look at me. but, please ... give me a sign that you're hearing what i have to say. ❞ ❝ please ... don't tell me that you'd choose to spend eternity up there with him/her/them over an eternity with me ... ❞ ❝ you're grieving. it's an understandable reaction. but you should rest. you've been overexerting yourself far too much lately. ❞ ❝ the man/woman/person who you lost, who loved you ... he/she/they wouldn't want to see you doing this to yourself. ❞ ❝ crying is your body's way of telling you that you've been keeping everything in for way too long. so let it out. you're safe here. ❞ ❝ sadness is like an ocean. sometimes we drown in it, but other times, we're forced to swim in it. ❞ ❝ as long as i'm here, you'll never not have anyone ever again. ❞ ❝ i hope you know that you can talk to me about anything at all. share anything you need to get off your chest. i'm here for you. ❞ ❝ love is often felt the most in your favorite memories. honor him/her/them by remembering all the happiness he/she/they gave you. ❞ ❝ if you don't feel strong right now, then you don't have to be strong. it's okay to be vulnerable, weak, scared, and sad. ❞

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maglorthecrab · 3 months

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I swear I sat down to draw something wholesome

#von karma siblings #franziska von karma #miles edgeworth #edgeworth ace attorney #franziska ace attorney #ace attorney #tw: implied death #tw sui ideation #they make me ill #I love them so much #my art #implied manfred von karma (ew)#von karma family #miles edgeworth ace attorney #franziska von karma ace attorney #prosecutor siblings #ace attorney fanart #aa art #aa fanart

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archiarthur · 11 months

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#tf2 #science party #team fortress 2 #art-chi #engiemedic #medicengie #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #engineer x medic #medic x engineer #genetic engineering #bird brains #tw: implied death #tw: blood

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signed-sapphire · 2 months

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The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

(Scrapped) Act I - Prologue

We hear a woman’s voice reminiscent of the Golden Age of Disney, narrating events from a book:

Once upon a time, Stars roamed the earth. Magical beings from the sky that used their magic to help people, to assist them in fulfilling their dreams.

However, the Stars soon started to simply grant wishes, and people became lazy and dependent, demanding the stars make their wishes reality. The Stars became full of themselves and mad with power, almost destroying the kingdoms.

[Author’s Note: Take my messy sketches! Idk I’ll try to do little doodles per part IT WAS RUSHED OKAY]

One survivor, Magnus Arman, escaped his burning homeland. He saw the wreckage the Stars had caused, and vowed that he could never lose the people he loved to the Stars again.

On his journey, Magnus came across another wrecked kingdom. Another land the Stars had destroyed. Another land with no survivors… but one. Magnus heard a faint sob in the distance. Once he followed it, Magnus came across a child— Asha Arabella.

Magnus took Asha under his wing, and started working to stop the Stars. He studied their magic, bringing his young daughter with him on his adventures.

While he studied, he met a young woman named Amaya, who cared for Asha like her own. Soon enough, the two fell in love and wed.

[Amaya’s dress is a callback to the classic Golden Age princess wedding dresses]

But one day, more Stars fell from the heavens and attacked, wanting all the magic for themselves.

That day, Magnus almost lost his family.

So Magnus, determined to protect his family, used all his magical knowledge and became the Wishgranter, one who would decide what wishes were good and what could never be granted.

Note that the book doesn’t tell exactly how Magnus defeated the Stars… but anyways now he has a sick-ass white outfit like the one we see in the canon movie.

He defeated the evil Stars, and together, Magnus and Amaya founded the Kingdom of Rosas, a safe haven across off the Iberian Peninsula where people could give their wishes to Magnus and he would keep them safe from harm, from the greedy Stars. Magnus became known throughout the lands as Magnifico, the master of wishes.

And often, the wishes people gave Magnifico were good, and he granted them.

We see Magnifico granting a wish [I can’t find the picture but let’s say the dressmaker one we saw in the movie with a callback to Sleeping Beauty’s dress. And you know what, it’s blue.]

Little Asha was raised in the castle where she was doted on by her parents.

Teen Asha, just a bit younger than she is now, so around fourteen, and the page flips to Asha now, seventeen years old.

And this is where our story begins.

Next (coming soon)

So! Epilogue! I guess! Halfway done but I need to get it out bc I want to start random doodles and I need somewhat of a starting point!

Heavy heavy thanks to @annymation and their INCREDIBLE rewrite, go check it out, it’s amazing and wayyyy more of a tribute to the original Disney than mine will be. And @gracebethartacc/@gracebeth3604 (hey, I was the one who asked about whether your rewrite was written or thought dumps/ etc, but btw your rewrite IS well known, my roommate’s friends know of it and Anny’s) bc they have a popular rewrite with their amazing art doodles and thought dumps, so… I said fuck it and posted this.

I will update with more doodles! These are messy but I wanted to put SOME there… also! Check out @uva124 if you want to see some FANTASTIC wish art!

#writing by sapphire #the fallen star au #the fallen star #asha #disney wish #princess asha #asha x star #star x asha #saph doodles #human star #starsha #wish 2023 #lmao I don’t know what I’m doing #super short btw #tw: implied death #bc she can’t be a Disney Princess if one or both of her parents aren’t dead

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