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Jack and Maddie hit Pariah Dark with the invention. It could be an accident or on purpose I'll leave that up to interpretation.
(Real reason was because I thought it would be funny to see this small thing as a highly powerful eldritch being.)
Danny, thanks to a recent invention his parents made found himself as a tiny fucking whisp (Think of Venti's true form from Genshin Impact, he looks like that). Not only that, when his parents were working on something to turn him back to normal, Vlad just had to be a prick and try and capture him.
Safe to say, he was not fucking impressed.
So he ran into the zone, trying to hide out before suddenly being fucking summoned to some random place in front of a bunch of really dressed people who looked like they were going to a Halloween party but fell into a ditch and then got rained on and slipped in the mud trying to get out of said ditch.
Also, it smelt pretty bad.
Then a group of also oddly dressed people burst through the window and beat them up, with one of them screaming at the others to hold them back while he tries and restart the ritual because it obviously failed.
Which, rude.
He's the one that called for him not that other way around. The prick.
Not wanting to go back he sorta just, floated out of whatever they had going on in and standing off the side as the guy gawked at him before getting punched in the face with some kinda, blasty, thing by some guy in a coat.
Said guy who then proceeded to say that the guys who summoned him obviously botched the ritual to summon the ghost king, as it said prince instead.
Which yea, he's the prince so what.
Which they obviously botched too because that's an ice elemental, a rather weak one by the looks of it but an ice elemental nonetheless.
Which. Wow. Danny has never been so fucking insulted in his life.
So he very obviously had the right to freeze the guy's entire body below the head in retaliation before leaving. He unfortunately got caught by magician lady which, cool, but also like let him go.
He just rolled with it honestly when they brought him to their 'hall of justice' or whatever and being stared at by a round table of what he's starting to think are superheroes.
He'll take being stared down over Vlad any day of the year anyways.
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IT IS FINALLY DONE! The fic to my previous wip that I made regarding this idea lmao. Have a read at it and leave a comment if you wish!
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So I made a wip regarding this post.
I don't know if its good or not considering this is basically the first ever idea I've actually written for this phandom so, constructive criticism would be appreciated, both for this and dialogue cause idk how to write conversations lol.
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It wasn’t often that Danny got to rest like this, surrounded by ice and cold in one of the deepest, secluded parts of the Far Frozen. His tail flicked lazily behind him as he rested.
Becoming the Ghost King – more like half king – was not what it was worth. Not that he even wanted to become the Ghost King, it sorta just. Happened. As does most things in his life. If it weren’t for that fruitloop he wouldn’t even be in this mess in the first place.
Becoming the Ghost King and then four weeks later waking up as a dragon was not in his to-do list thank you very much. At least the whole of Amity park was affected and not just him, minimises the chances of it being a personal strike against him.
But whoever made that wish should stub their pinkie toe.
(Weasley Weston sneezed, then screamed out loud as he stubbed his toe.)
Danny stretched, letting out a sigh of contentment (more so just blowing cold air out his nose) as he could hear the bones popping. He then laid back down, ready to recharge, relax and ignore whatever thing that’s happening in the outside world that doesn’t need his immediate attention.
Something is going to ruin this, isn’t it-
“Daniel!” The familiar voice of the other Ghost King’s – the other half – scream reverberates inside the room that Danny decided to hold up in, the area noticeably getting hotter as well.
-aaand there it is.
Danny keeps his head down, not opening his eyes as his tail lashes in the general direction of the phoenix-
“What do you want, Fruit Loop?” Danny’s voice was tired and exasperated, with a bit of aggression mixed in as well.
-based on how he couldn’t feel a weight at the end of his tail, nor the squawk Vlad would let out if he managed to land a hit, he could say he missed. A pity.
Vlad scoffed, staring down the dragon at the end of his beak as he flew back a bit to avoid his tail, the temperature rising ever so slightly in the face of his irritation.
Luckily, this is the resting grounds of a Ghost King, so it wouldn’t be melting anytime soon. Unless he actually tries, of course. Vlad shuffled in place for a moment, turning the words over in his beak before taking a deep breath.
“Just spit it out already fruit-”
“The Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep is missing.” Predictably Danny did not take that news well, he quickly got up to his full height, his eyes wide open as cold mist leaves his mouth and his tail swishes in agitation.
“WHAT!?” Vlad huffed, “Calm down little badger. Panicking will get us nowhere.” Vlad then turned around, gesturing with his wing for Danny to follow before he quickly left the area, taking off in flight soon after.
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Hahah here it is, idk how good it actually is, though.
#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#Half King Danny and Vlad hc#Dialogue is a BITCH#Anyways#constructive critism welcome
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Now thou see, Pariah Dark being becoming an aunt to a random 10yr rich kid whose parents aren't around does not mean it's specifically Timothy Drake.
But yea it's totally Timothy Drake.
Edit: Lmao accidently reblogged this from my side blog so uh forget you ever saw who posted this and rememebr it as Radiance1 instead hahaha.
Danny and Vlad are now mythical creatures.
They don't know exactly how- their bets are on Desiree. Which mean someone in Amity Park had to wish for this to happen.
Except it extended to the whole of Amity park, and not just them. Danny became a dragon, while Vlad became a phoenix and not those small ones, but he's a very big one.
Like, bigger than a person big.
Everyone can switch between from a creature back to their human selves, with the catch being that some of their beastly instincts and traits carry over into their human side.
Anywho.
Danny is just minding his own business, resting in dragon form in the deepest part of the Far Frozen, until a phoenix busts through and interrupts his haze, fire blazing behind him and hits him with.
"Pariah Dark is missing."
And if that didn't wake Danny up faster than one of his parents inventions exploding then he doesn't know what would.
So they go to his abandoned castle, see the coffin missing, proceed to freak out for a few minutes, then remember that Clockwork exists and races over to his lair, leaving a trail of ice and fire in their wake.
Clockwork tells them that Pariah Dark was summoned to another dimension.
"Ghost King he is no more, but powerful ghost he still is."
So now they have to jump to different dimensions to try and find Pariah Dark before something goes down.
Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:
The 10 year old sitting at the edge of the summoning circle staring at the Sarcophagus that just appeared in stunned silence.
Also said child walking forward and poking at it curiously.
Also said child when he summoned something in his parents basement from a really old book he found not expecting it to work but it did: Neat.
The kid then opens the Sarcophagus, found it stupid easy, and then what is obviously a groggy giant man pulls himself out of it.
So he obviously dragged him upstairs and sat him down on the couch.
Meanwhile with Danny and Vlad:
Both of them are going through portals looking for the ex-ghost king, landed in some medieval dimensions, accidently became legends based on sightings alone, landed in some present day dimensions, alarmed their governments.
Yet none of them contained were wrecked and enslaved by Pariah Dark, nor was there even any signs of him.
they spent a few years looking in different dimensions, then they felt a tug about someone summoning them, not just one of them, but both.
Probably didn't get the memo about a new king.
Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:
Showing pictures of the kid who summoned him to other aunties and gossiping about the new gangs and drama in Gotham.
Meanwhile with Vlad and Danny:
Looking at the stunned faces of cultists as they stand menacingly in their mythical creature forms, just staring done at them as if they were mere ants.
In reality they just want this over and done with so they can go back to finding Pariah Dark and finally call it a day.
They're waiting for the cultists to finally speak and tell them what they want, only for them to be interrupted by people in colorful spandex who beat up the cultists.
Did they stay after that?
Nope.
They left the summoning circle to look for Pariah if he has any chance of being in this one.
They also went intangible to avoid them if they decided to chase after them, Vlad went one way and Danny the other.
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I lost my motherfucking google docs WHERE IS IT I HAD THAT TABBED PINNED WHERE THE FUCK ART THOU???
HAST THOU GROWN FEET AND WALKED AWAY???
Fuck it.
It's time for this account to see the light of day ONCE MORE !
Gonna try and write something for those Dp x Dc aus I put out, can't say when I would get them done though...
BUT NO MATTER.
Probably.
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Fuck it.
It's time for this account to see the light of day ONCE MORE !
Gonna try and write something for those Dp x Dc aus I put out, can't say when I would get them done though...
BUT NO MATTER.
Probably.
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Anophthalmia
It happened when he was younger than he was now. A mere kit who believed he could do anything and get away with it.
Either because of his speed, or his dabbling in potions.
A small thing, he was then. Roughly around 3ft he thinks, he was curious around that time, about every little thing around him. That was a mistake, yet it was also a boon.
So, him being the kit that he was, when he saw what he later learned to be a pillager outpost, he was filled with an intense sense of curiosity. So he went.
It was quiet, extremely so. As he stepped through the grass and into what he thought was a rather odd place for pumpkins (Which he later learned were training grounds.) and was poking around to see why they were atop of hale bales and having sticks stuck onto them.
Next, he looked at the triangular wool things held up by a stick, the wool wasn’t soft, in fact it was kind of choppy and coarse. Inside them laid a single crafting table, with the occasional pumpkin here and there.
There was also a cage, a giant one compared to him made of logs and sticks. He doesn’t know if that would hold whatever they wanted too. After exploring to his fill, he turned his sights to the giant structure of stone and wood, he skipped forward, walking through the doorway and his feet hit even more wood.
Another set of wood leading up into even more of the structure, so without hesitation he went up and up, being met with enclosed walls and then later a high point of view of the plains biome. The wind blowing through the grass, as well as through his fur made him content.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted one of those wooden, things. He didn’t quite know what it was then, but by his observations of the villagers, he knows that usually things are placed in them. So he stepped forward, step by step, wary of anything just suddenly popping up.
When he reached the chest, he had a little trouble pushing it up without it falling back down, but he did manage it. When he leaned over to look inside, he was confused, seeing a few glowing green bottles of, something he doesn’t know yet, a glowing leather thing, some strange white smooth thing (which he learned was an iron ingot) and strangely enough, some kind of accessory that’s colour reminded him of charcoal.
He reached into the chest and took them up, a small bit of him disappointed at not being able to find those green things that the villagers loved so much, but a larger part of him was happy to have new things to look at.
He opened his inventory, placing them inside of it and then going over to the edge barriered by the sticks and sitting down in the space between them. Enjoying the wind blowing through the land and through his fur, a purr raised from his chest as he swung his feet, his tail swaying from side to side slowly.
A small part of him felt that he should leave now since he finished what he came here to do.
That small part was overshadowed by a larger part who wanted to enjoy the wind, and felt too lazy to get up.
His mind started to slow as it got harder and harder to keep his eyes open, his body starting to lean onto the sticks as he yawned.
Deciding to not fight it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The end of slumber was met with pain, one side of his vision black as he felt some kind of liquid drip down his face as he fell onto his back and yowled in pain. His unmastered teleportation ability activates at his mind’s panic and he feels the grass underneath him, then wood, then stone. Another foreign object hits him, this time in his shoulder and causes him to still.
Soon after, pillagers surrounded him, his mind drowned in fear and pain as he watched them aim their weird wooden things that shoot claws at his small form.
He didn’t want to be here anymore.
Awayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayaway.
That was the only thing that filled his mind, the urge to run and hide and cower and the urge to seek safety somewhere. He wanted to leave.
A great pull was felt in his chest as the pillagers disappeared, his body dropping down into a bed of grass as he looked up and saw trees, as well as the familiar sparks of purple shimmer that appear when he teleports. There was far more than usual, he noticed, all of them slowly falling and disappearing as they usually did.
He was still hurting, but it was a welcome thing to distract him slightly from the pain. Miserable little whimpers and cries of pain spilled from his lips, trying and hoping to alert an adult if there was any to even alert.
He whimpered and cried, yet no one came. He kept at it, hoping that another of his species would suddenly appear and take all of the pain away.
He didn’t understand, he just wanted to explore and enjoy the wind. He didn’t know why they hit him with their claws when he didn’t do anything. He cried even harder when the image of them surrounding him in his mind appeared.
He curled up, trying and hoping it would make everything disappear.
Distandly, he felt himself being picked up by long arms, gently laid onto a chest as a calming purr emitted from the unknown’s chest, his body slowly being rocked back and forth. It did nothing to stop the pain, but it did calm him down some.
He was facing the trees, the corner of his eyes picking up green fur and then hands far bigger than his gently rested over the black in his sight, other hand gripping onto the claw that he then realised was the cause of it.
He thrashed, struggled and whimpered. Trying to get them to stop whatever they were trying to do, he wanted them to stop.
They held onto the claw with a tight grip, their tail coiling around his body to mitigate his movement by holding him there as well as their legs. He felt the tug on the claw stuck within his eye.
He cried even harder, wanting them to stop.
Stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop-
He felt it being pulled out in one smooth tug, feeling bliss and no pain for only a split second. Be he yowled, his voice filled with anguish and agony as his mind turned and turned at the mass amounts of pain exploding from his eye and the feeling of liquid gushing down from it.
He felt the unknown’s hand tugging at the one stuck in his shoulder, and then pulling it out the same as they did the other.
It only added to the pain.
He felt himself being turned around, the only sight he had left blurred from both tears and pain and so he could only see a splotch of green. The green reached a hand up towards his eye, covering it with a hand as he tried to lean back and cower away from them.
He was stopped by their tail and the tight grip on him by their other hand.
He felt the pain in his eye lessen some, not enough for it to completely disappear, but enough so that the only remnant is a dull throbbing. The same happened to his shoulder.
The blotch of green then stood up, securing and cradling him in their arms as they smushed his face into their chest fur, a calming hand rubbing at his back as he felt them moving.
He buried his face even further into their chest, releasing quiet whimpers into it as he dug his claws into their arms in a tight grip. The action not doing anything to stop the purr emanating from the other’s chest, if anything it got louder.
His body felt weak, his limbs shaky as if he were a newborn again. He felt his mind slipping away more and more, getting harder to keep his last eye open.
Under the safety of an elder, he let go. His body going slack in their grip, yet never releasing them from his claws.
He fell into an exhausted slumber.
@lulu-nightbon Potion master loooooooore
#The Potion Master#Minecraft#oc writing#original work#hurt/comfort#Something I also posted over on Ao3 lol
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It was a rocky start, to say the least.
Neither of them knew the why, nor the how.
But they were very bitter enemies just moments prior. So, it was safe to say that they weren't on the best of terms.
Ambesh stumbled to his feet, using the nearby wall to help him as he moved forward. The beast- no Dusek, was nearby, watching him silently.
Ambesh wants to snap at him, tell him to leave and never show his face again, to tell him that he's a terrible, absolutely sick being.
But seeing the utter clarity that filled his eyes when he tasted his blood, ones that were once so filled with madness and hate that it consumed everything around him.
He can't bring himself to do it.
So instead, he settled for utterly ignoring the other. Or at least, trying to. His body feels far to hollow, and his mana pool is so utterly dry that it feels to hard to walk.
But he's been through worse, he thinks. So he can get through this.
Perhaps not.
Dusek watched as his sibling, the seven reflections, fell to the floor again. Tears still streaming down his face. Dusek was surprised, at first.
To see that this was what became of it's incubating sibling, he thought him weak, at first. Before then recalling how that mysterious light absolutely wrecked the fragile balance they had going on.
Even Dusek himself felt it's effect, the pure opposite of his nature. Fare purer than his twin's twisting mirror mana that reflected to be his stalemate, no. What they felt was one of the purest lights Dusek has ever witnessed.
Almost enough to rival Amaterasu's sun, almost.
Dusek doesn't... feel bad, persay. About what he did to his brother. He doesn't feel guilt for trying to devour his soul and kill him, but he does feel like he owes Ambesh something now.
After all, without his blood he wouldn't have regained clarity.
So Dusek slither's forwards, ignoring Ambesh's cries of surprise and frustration to surround him in void, not pulling on his mana nor trying to consume his soul. He slithers out of the temple.
He felt Ambesh freeze up, and even he himself did as well. Seeing the night sky after so long, the real thing, and not just one of Ambesh's attacks. Was rather breath taking.
But Dusek had a sibling to take care of, so he slithered along, and soon enough, despite what he no doubt wanted to not happen.
Ambesh fell asleep.
Dusek huffed good naturedly when he noticed.
Perhaps he could finally connect with one of his siblings. No matter how rocky the start would be.
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Dusek hums, snapping around to snatch Ambesh's cup only to be thwarted once more. He grumbled. "Defensive magic ain't all up my alley, like mister prince over there-"
"But you're also a prince-"
"-but I do know a thing or two about manipulating the body. Creatures like us don't really have bones, or anything to really tie us down. So all it really comes down to is experience and the magic to hold it together."
Dusek then split off a part of himself into a floating, smaller blob. Then reabsorbs it. "Now you see that, that right there isn't so bad, but splitting yourself apart is after all splitting yourself apart, so it loses connection with ya. So it's better to have some mana to pull on to actually put it to proper use." He split himself into a smaller part again, this time reforming it into a spike, then a rat and a shield, before finally reabsorbing it.
"The larger the piece split off, the more mana needed. Which is pretty obvious." Dusek then went back to chewing on a croissant.
Hey @lulu-nightbon
*pokes you with a stick
So I had this random thought about an au. So like, take Ambesh and Dusek, but make them this sorta Venom kinda thing.
So this would be more like.... ok so something happened to the Soul Devouring Mirror, which caused Ambesh and Dusek to just suddenly be free of it.
How it happened they don't know.
Dusek just sticks to what he always did, hanging onto Ambesh like a parasite and taking his magic for whatever reason. He doesn't need it to live, since he's been living before without it.
I guess it's just habit now. But anyways, so then Dusek becomes this annoying little parasite but also not parasite thing. He whispers Ambesh to do things like steal people's souls or something.
Ambesh doesn't do that because you know.
Ambesh and Dusek are now just living their lives in the outside world after staying in a blasted mirror for so long. Ambesh is made from a mirror yes, but even he doesn't feel particularly happy about being trapped in one.
Even less Dusek, who has been trapped in there so long he can't even remember what or why he was even there in the first place. It was just so long.
Ambesh and Dusek are twins, so they're gonna have that annoying sibling energy to each other. They'll insult each other on the fly and then ask what they want to eat.
Dusek is a fucking eldritch horror when he wants to be, him being basically a blob helps with that, and since he's void there's just this primal feeling of unease when he makes himself known.
Oh! Dusek may or may not also be living inside of Ambesh.
Ambesh is basically just glass anyway.
...
They'll be fine.
Probably.
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"The shield itself is a mere conjuration of mana, but perhaps it would work differently for your friend. Considering that they use ink instead..." Ambesh turned quite, his face impassive and his eyes flashed. "Perhaps, instead of breaking it apart... no, no, they don't wish harm. Hm."
Dusek rolled his eyes. "Oh Father, here we go again."
"Maybe they could instead blind? No, I don't know if they have such magic at their disposal, mayhaps blindness...?"
"Ambesh."
"But won't that count as harm? Maybe, so what if bindings instead? But that would require runes, such things would have to be installed but on Blob would be-"
Dusek bite Ambesh's shoulder, jolting the kitsune out of his thoughts. "What Dusek." Ambesh snapped, to which Dusek just went back to eating more croissants causing Ambesh to sigh and pick back up his cup.
He then glanced at Luma. A cough. "I am sorry, youngling. But perhaps splitting apart you friend is not exactly to your needs. Maybe there is something else to be taught..?" He aimed that question at Dusek, feeling he would be better equipped to handle a being like him.
Dusek sighed. Then looked towards Luma. "You got mana, kid? Cause that's gonna be pretty helpful to strength Billy over there and push em pass what they could normally do."
Hey @lulu-nightbon
*pokes you with a stick
So I had this random thought about an au. So like, take Ambesh and Dusek, but make them this sorta Venom kinda thing.
So this would be more like.... ok so something happened to the Soul Devouring Mirror, which caused Ambesh and Dusek to just suddenly be free of it.
How it happened they don't know.
Dusek just sticks to what he always did, hanging onto Ambesh like a parasite and taking his magic for whatever reason. He doesn't need it to live, since he's been living before without it.
I guess it's just habit now. But anyways, so then Dusek becomes this annoying little parasite but also not parasite thing. He whispers Ambesh to do things like steal people's souls or something.
Ambesh doesn't do that because you know.
Ambesh and Dusek are now just living their lives in the outside world after staying in a blasted mirror for so long. Ambesh is made from a mirror yes, but even he doesn't feel particularly happy about being trapped in one.
Even less Dusek, who has been trapped in there so long he can't even remember what or why he was even there in the first place. It was just so long.
Ambesh and Dusek are twins, so they're gonna have that annoying sibling energy to each other. They'll insult each other on the fly and then ask what they want to eat.
Dusek is a fucking eldritch horror when he wants to be, him being basically a blob helps with that, and since he's void there's just this primal feeling of unease when he makes himself known.
Oh! Dusek may or may not also be living inside of Ambesh.
Ambesh is basically just glass anyway.
...
They'll be fine.
Probably.
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They both felt it.
It was a sudden thing, not to either of their expectations in either of their plans.
The Soul Devouring Mirror, which gained the name because of the void beast Dusek's containment, what was once known as the Thousand Seals Mirror. Broke.
They don't know how it happened, they, a pair of twins locked into an eternal battle of will and magic. One, who wished to consume the other's soul, and the other, wishing to preserve his soul.
Powerful light flooded the mirror, eating away at what was once endless darkness. What light was once only Ambesh's small flame, was suddenly overpowered by pure, radiant light.
Ambesh awoke, sprawled onto the floor and his body leaking blood. He pushed a hand underneath him, the limb shaky as he tried to push himself up, he failed, falling back to the floor with a grunt.
Everything hurt.
The realm of the mirror where pain and feeling of the flesh no longer existed, only the mental agony and calculations remained.
Everything hurt so much.
He was heaving, he realized. His body instinctively trying to get air into lungs that no longer existed, discarded once they were more of a hinderance inside the mirror than a boon.
Everything hurt, and he felt empty.
His vision grew blurred, feeling the some kind of liquid flowing from his eyes and down his face. He chalked that up to blood. Disregarding the pain, he tried to push himself up once more, only to fail once again.
The second fall set his nerves on alight, everything hurt and he still felt empty.
The drain of his magic is no more, he realized. He should feel relieved. But after Father knows how long he spent in that damned mirror unfeeling, pushing down and carefully guarding his soul.
He doesn't feel much of any emotion, he realizes.
out of the corner of his eye he noticed something, something slick and pasty like ink reaching for him, yet darker and darker. His mind flashed, calculations running through his mind about how to use his magic and to force his body upwards to retreat.
Him feeling empty didn't just extend to his physical state he realized. A sense of overwhelming dread filled up his mind and body as he tried to tap into magic which was once plentiful, but now dried up.
His desperation told him to move, and so he tried. He tried, and wiggled. He tried and wiggled, and only wiggled. His body far too weak and his magic to little to even control himself.
Ah. He's shaking.
The blood running from his eyes doubles, sliding down his face as if they belonged to a waterfall.
If he were a lesser being, he would have thought himself to be crying.
But he is Ambesh, the mirror king. So he cannot cry, he is no longer a kit. He isn't allowed to cry.
So he disregards that small feeling and think them blood instead.
His shaking increased as he felt the void gripping onto his leg, slowly, ever so slowly crawling up his body. His pristine, glowing white fur reduced to not even a whisp of light and matted, dirty fur.
He felt it crawling up his body, not yet consuming him. He can feel it though, the familiar feeling of it trying to pull on his magic.
He feels a feeling of spite and amusement when there is nothing to pull on.
The void reached towards his shoulders, and the familiar inky head of that accursed beast appeared in his vision, mad at the fact there is nothing left to feed itself off of.
It surprised him, however. Breaking through his amusement by taking a bite of his shoulder, blood he forgot he even had spilled out and into the beast's maw.
And the beast- no, Dusek, remebered.
@lulu-nightbon ehehe I had a stray thought to write this lOL
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Ambesh placed a paw on the table, his beans facing up towards the ceiling. He slightly narrowed his eyes, before a soft white light appeared from his palm.
The light then condensed into hardened light, taking the shape of a shield. He then took a knife and with barely a second thought stabbed towards the palm sized shield.
It held up with barely a crack.
He then placed the knife back down to the table, looking at Luma. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"Yea, this ol' twin of mine is a fu- bloody boss at defensive magic!" he then leaned forward and whispered to Luma. "Just between you and me kid, if you ever need help defending your soul from any nefarious entities who want to consume it, this is the guy to go too." He then leaned back, snatching up a croissant, throwing it up in the air and catching it with his mouth to eat.
Hey @lulu-nightbon
*pokes you with a stick
So I had this random thought about an au. So like, take Ambesh and Dusek, but make them this sorta Venom kinda thing.
So this would be more like.... ok so something happened to the Soul Devouring Mirror, which caused Ambesh and Dusek to just suddenly be free of it.
How it happened they don't know.
Dusek just sticks to what he always did, hanging onto Ambesh like a parasite and taking his magic for whatever reason. He doesn't need it to live, since he's been living before without it.
I guess it's just habit now. But anyways, so then Dusek becomes this annoying little parasite but also not parasite thing. He whispers Ambesh to do things like steal people's souls or something.
Ambesh doesn't do that because you know.
Ambesh and Dusek are now just living their lives in the outside world after staying in a blasted mirror for so long. Ambesh is made from a mirror yes, but even he doesn't feel particularly happy about being trapped in one.
Even less Dusek, who has been trapped in there so long he can't even remember what or why he was even there in the first place. It was just so long.
Ambesh and Dusek are twins, so they're gonna have that annoying sibling energy to each other. They'll insult each other on the fly and then ask what they want to eat.
Dusek is a fucking eldritch horror when he wants to be, him being basically a blob helps with that, and since he's void there's just this primal feeling of unease when he makes himself known.
Oh! Dusek may or may not also be living inside of Ambesh.
Ambesh is basically just glass anyway.
...
They'll be fine.
Probably.
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So, I've made something.
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“A longbow forged by the god Hephaestus as a gift,” The god brought a hand to his chin, before using that same hand to poke Gahiji’s forehead. Near instantly he felt as if a hammer was being brought down on his head over and over, the next second the pain was gone.
Brief, but excruciating.
“Hm,” Hades looked around the clearing, seeing the distinct lack of a certain underworld horse. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he whistled sharply.
As the whistle rang clearly through the clearing, the sound of hooves hitting the forest floor was heard before a horse that Gahiji knew well burst through the trees and trotted to Hades’ side.
“This was not part of thou boon, but, since thou amused this one. This one shall give you a proper stallion.” Hades patted the horse on the head before giving it a look over, making a hum of surprise when he saw an arrow sticking out of its flank. “I see thou hath skill.”
He then pulled out said arrow. The horse let out a sound of more surprise than pain before it calmed down.
“This stallion’s name is Megan, take good care of him.” Hades turned, the shadows creeping towards him to hide his being as he prepared to leave.
“Wait!”
Hades turned slightly, tilting his head in silent question.
“Who,” Gahiji gulped. “Who killed my daughter?”
Hades hummed, considering whether to answer the hunter’s question as silence descended onto the clearing. The more it dragged on the more nervous the mortal became.
Opening his mouth, the god decided to break the silence.
#greek myth fanfic#work in progress#my writing#My sister told me to post a bit of it on Tumblr so here it is I guess#uh#Idk what more to addd#my story#This will probably never see the light of day other than this#So#Take it and make it enough I guess#If u put two and two together with that horse#I commend you for that
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