#Amitie is in charge of items

[rosemaryhoney27]

“Meet the Parents (And Their Armory)”

When Danny said, “You guys should meet my parents,” the Batkids had collectively paused.

Jason: “Aren’t those the ones who tried to dissect you?”

Danny: “They got better.”

Damian: “You are very casual about attempted vivisection.”

Danny: “Welcome to the Fenton family, baby.”

Dick: “This can’t possibly go wrong.”

Steph: “Famous last words.”

FentonWorks — Amity Park

The Batkids stepped out of the Fenton RV, staring up at the lime green, Frankenstein’d-together house with a giant ectoplasmic turret on top.

Tim whispered, “That building violates every safety code I’ve ever studied.”

“Which means it’s perfect,” Jason grinned.

The front door burst open.

“DANNY-BOY!” Jack Fenton roared, charging out in a hazmat suit and hugging Danny so hard he phased to avoid cracked ribs.

“And these must be your little friends!” Maddie beamed. “Are they in your ghost hunting club? Vigilante group? Paranormal protection gang?”

Jason: “...Yes.”

Inside the Lab

Danny’s siblings (by chaos, not blood) stood in awe-slash-terror as Jack proudly showed off the Fenton Arsenal™.

“We’ve got Ecto-Blasters, Specter Snare Cannons, the Ghost Gabber 9000—”

“That one doesn’t do anything,” Danny stage-whispered. “It just yells ghost puns.”

“—and of course, my favorite,” Jack said, hefting a glowing, bazooka-sized monstrosity, “The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick™!”

“Can I hold it?” Jason asked immediately.

Danny: “You really, really shouldn’t—”

Jack: “You absolutely can!”

Danny: “—oh god.”

Jason grinned like a kid in a candy store as he hoisted the Anti-Creep Stick and blew a crater in the backyard. “I LOVE YOUR DAD.”

Gift Time

“So!” Maddie chirped. “We made each of you a custom ghost-defense item!”

Danny: “...Please be small.”

They were not.

Jason got a pair of twin ecto-revolvers — glowing green, sleek, with ghost-seeking tech embedded in the handles. He was in love.

Tim got a pocket-sized spectral scanner that unfolded into a full laptop. (“It hacks through dimensions,” Maddie said proudly. Tim nearly cried.)

Damian was gifted a miniaturized spectral scimitar. Jack added, “It sings your theme song when it powers up!” Damian smiled — a terrifying, sharp little smile.

Steph got an ectoplasm glitter bomb launcher. She immediately set it off in the kitchen. Maddie was delighted.

Dick received ecto-infused grappling hooks that let him swing through walls. He hugged both parents on the spot.

Later That Night

The Batkids lounged on beanbags in Danny’s room, covered in marshmallow goo from Fenton family s’mores night.

Steph: “Your mom tackled a ghost into the barbecue pit.”

Tim: “Your dad gave me a hug that cracked my ribs.”

Jason (stroking his new guns lovingly): “I’m moving in.”

Danny: “You’ll regret that at 3AM when the fridge starts screaming.”

Damian: “Your father attempted to high-five me. I allowed it. Once.”

Danny snorted. “He’s gonna cry from happiness later.”

Meanwhile, in the Fenton Kitchen

Maddie sipped her tea. “They’re good kids.”

Jack nodded, eyes misty. “Do you think if we adopt them too, we can finally start that Ghost Hero Team I always wanted?”

Maddie smiled. “Let’s give them snacks first.”

Group Chat: [Batfam + Phantom of the Groupchat]

Jason: Can I call your dad Pops?

Danny: ...I literally do not have the power to stop you.

Steph: i want to go back next weekend. ghost dodgeball rematch.

Damian: I defeated the kitchen specter with honor. Fenton called it a “heckin’ good whack.”

Tim: I still don’t know how the toaster is haunted.

Dick: Best parents. A+++ would let them arm me again.

Danny: they’re already building a tank for you.

Bruce: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "A TANK"

Danny: Too late B. You’re a Fenton by association now 😎

[stariel-and-stuff]

DND Rocks

I love DND SO SO MUCH because I started a new campaign today and as it was an impulsive ‘I wanna DM’ from my youngest bro we just used characters we like as our PCs.

So the party consists of:

Strix… (I can’t remember the rest) who has one string arm (inspired by Ginny Di) for the funnies as our rouge, Luz Noceda as our wizard/druid, King Clawthorne as our barbarian, Grian as our artificer (and since we dunno how they work and don’t have the book he’s just a wizard but instead of spells every long rest he gets one of each ‘explosive’ item, it’s TOTALYYYY balanced dw XDD), Virgil Sanders as our warlock and ‘Skeleman With Magic Powers Purple’ as our other druid.

And in this session we’ve (some highlights):

Fought a bunch of monsters (one having a attack that happens each round of you can hear it so Mary Poppins started shout-singing supercalifragalisticexpalidocius [I’m in charge of music {and notetaking} so of course I put it on loop extra loud XDD] so it didn’t effect us).

Kings (player not DM this time- he’s the ‘forever DM’ of our group [just me and my 2 bros]) made King a custom race for Sting (King and Skele are DMPCs as Sting wanted to have some PCs to help him with getting out of his comfort zone) which comes with the spell thunder wave AKA thunder-WEHH.

Convinced a giant squid in a language it doesn’t understand to not fight cuz fighting bad and now it’s our ally and Luz is controlling water to keep it alive until we find it an ocean.

And visited a tavern where:

Mary Poppins bought 10 penguins to start a band with.

Strix got a gf and bought a house for them plus bought lots of alcohol cuz there’s always gotta be an alcoholic PC.

And lastly Luz and Grian started a small bakery called ‘Grian’s Grains y Spain’ (Luz is involved bc I couldn’t afford it with only Grian’s GP so they split the cost and ownership) where they’ve employed one Amity Blight (who will start off disliking her bosses and of course end up in a relationship with Luz).

[radiance1]

Right so I just remembered an old idea that I had.

One where Vlad? Just absolutely stops showing any interest in Maddie, Jack, Daniel and Amity Park as a whole.

Why? Well, you can say he finally saw the reality of Maddie, managed to let go of his hatred of Jack enough that he stops trying to kill him, is utterly uninterested in Daniel now that he's been disillusioned with Maddie and that, really well and truly the only reason he stayed in Amity was because of Maddie and Daniel.

I guess you could see this as a somewhat redemption in that he just does not care for the reasons that put him on the path of villainy anymore and just decides to become a 'regular' person. Well, regular enough while being the CEO of a billion dollar company.

He's fully devoted himself to taking care of and making sure that Vladco thrived under his care and, while it did do so while he was multitasking with trying to win over Maddie he now had no reason to split his attention away from his company.

Vlad always has some type of item on him that allows him to do his work, a phone, computer, iPad, etc, etc. He's fully devoted to his company now and nothing else, and that made him dangerous. Along with his cunning he's made quite a lot of enemies, destroyed some, you name it.

Specifically, one of them being Lex Luthor. They're enemies in the business world, though Vlad has no intention of stepping into the superhero scene at all, he was already a villain before and now he's stepped away from all of that nonsense and focused on what actually mattered.

Like his company, obviously.

He makes a comment or two about such things to Lex Luthor, not that he was a villain of course, but such things that his company must truly not need him if he can go galivanting about with that Kryptonian every week or so.

Lex Luthor, obviously, does not take kind to such statements. Though the media seems to be eating it up.

Then enters Danny. Who was increasingly paranoid about Vlad, thinking that he was just lying in wait to spring some kind of trap to try and get his mom, kill his dad or take him as his son.

At first, his not being around was nice, he even resigned as Mayor and left someone else in charge and just seemed to fade from Amity Park as a whole! Then those days turned to weeks, and Danny was uneased, expecting something to happen and for Vlad to make a comeback of some sort.

Only for that to not happen.

Then a month passed, and Danny is very paranoid at the time, thinking that Vlad is obviously doing something and that he should go find him to stop him before whatever he was doing was done!

Which leads to him breaking into Vladco and gunning straight for Vlad. Only for the man to be utterly uninterested in him as a whole. He tries to question Vlad, what sort of despicable and fruitloopish plan he's currently working on to kill his dad and marry his mom.

Only for Vlad to lay it on thick that he's doing nothing but being a normal CEO. There is no plan, there is no grand invention or gathering of forces, or any making of clones. There is nothing going on other than Vlad taking a step back for once in his adulthood, taking a proper look at the situation and just finding that it's not worth it anymore.

He's resigned himself to the life of a hardworking CEO, and that's it.

Of course, Danny doesn't exactly believe him but decides to head back home. Then a few more months pass, and Danny's life is finally stable, his grades are going up, he had more time to his best friends, his parents know his secret and accept him and ghosts don't even attack anymore!

But something was missing. His life was quiet. Too quiet and that? That disturbed Danny much more than he thought it would. There isn't any main villain anymore that's constantly in his life that he has to fight against, everything is peaceful, and ghosts don't attack him or his town anymore.

It disturbs him.

Greatly.

So then something unexpected every happens Danny barely gives it any thought, marches right on over to Vlad and throws the blame on him because obviously it's his fault! Vlad, to his part, is utterly unamused by Danny's continuous throwing of blame onto him, and doesn't give the time of day.

So Danny forces him too, and when Vlad finally gives him the attention he denies any involvement in the act, to which Danny denies his denial and Vlad denies Danny's denial to his denial.

Then Vlad calls Danny obsessive over his continuous clinging to their previous dynamic and Vlad, surprisingly, is actually a bit concerned and points this out to say that Danny should just stop all of this and live a normal (enough) life like he's doing now.

Unfortunately, the words he chose to get across this point-specifically the "Just like me" part- were not the right ones to say. Danny is hurt by this, and angry that he in anyway resembles Vlad at all and this causes him to attack him outright.

So, this leads to the general public to find out about Danny's existence, and as he attacked Vladco and Vlad Masters himself, people are questioning if this is the rise of a new villain and what his relation to Vlad Masters is.

[praneetshah]

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[absolutely-esme]

Gotham has relatively low levels of ectoplasm (at least compared to places like Amity Park), so food animation tends to be low level enough to be mistaken for other things. The food is unlikely to attack or even display intentionality. Most often, it just starts moving, usually undulating slowly with some rarer examples moving like slugs or inch worms. Given that it's also slow enough that the food will probably spoil long before it starts moving, many cases can be written off as probably caused by insect larva or gas buildup from the decomposition process.

Drake Manor, however, has higher ambient ectoplasm than the rest of the city and that ectoplasm is charged with nastiness from cursed artifacts. That means that food is animating faster, stronger, and with more aggression. This means that Tim is experiencing something so different from the version of the phenomenon occurring elsewhere in Gotham that even those familiar with the phenomenon can't really guess at the source of Tim's trauma because food attacking is still not on their list of possibilities.

In addition, between the ambient ectoplasm, the stress Tim is under, and various other factors, Tim becomes way more liminal than most people outside of Amity Park. When Tim was little, he had trouble taking in the calories his growing body needed, so his body learned to start pulling energy from the ambient ectoplasm. There were some negative effects due to the ectoplasm being curse-infused, but his body eventually adapted. As a result, Tim has above average curse resistance even for liminals, but also has some lingering issues that are probably impacting his health in ways he isn't aware of.

Jason has absolutely seen spoiled food crawling around enough to realize that it's a thing thing that happens, but doesn't have the context to realize that more extreme and dangerous versions of the phenomenon are possible because most people in Crime Alley don't have cursed artifacts lying around. Same with Steph and Duke.

None of the Bats understand Tim's food related anxiety.

The ones who are paying attention are starting to suspect that either he has an eating disorder, he has trauma from being poisoned as a child, or both.

Meanwhile, Tim's anxiety has been steadily getting worse. He hasn't gotten attacked by food nearly as much since the point where he was no longer living with the cursed artifacts, but it hasn't stopped completely.

You see, Tim spent his developmental years in an ectoplasm rich environment full of cursed artifacts. He became liminal in an environment full of cursed artifacts. The curses left him with a metaphysical condition not entirely dissimilar to an infection.

He carries a little bit of the effect with him. It's not as strong as the effect of having the cursed items around. It's not strong enough to perceptibly affect others, but in a place like The Nest, where he spends a good deal of time and no one else does? Food is still occasionally attacking. It doesn't happen as often as it did in Drake Manor, but that just gives the anxiety more time to build and makes the attacks less predictable.

Tim needs treatment from a respectable ghost doctor and Therapy from someone who understands the reality of the situation he's been dealing with. Unfortunately, getting either of those would require someone involved to have some idea of what's going on.

Tim is frantically searching for a "portal to hell" that must be somewhere in Gotham. He's also compiling all the data he can manage on the Spooky Space Eats case because he refuses to give up on him. He owes him too much.

Dc x Dp prompt #1

Danny open a YouTube channel teaching how to cook.

Bonus point : During the live, the food came to life. And he had to fight the food while chats were watching him.

[occasionally-good-ideas]

Dp hot take- I’m a lil tired of super OP Danny

I like the shock factor as much as the next guy but I want him to be a scruffy an impulsive little shit!

I want his catchphrase to be “Oh Shit!”

I want the beginning of a fic to be a simple mission/quest/errand  and the rest of it is just mans Fumbling, metaphorically digging himself a grave! Getting the Feds on his ass again, wanted dead or alive in 10 states, straight up BANNED from New Zealand- what did he do to get banned??? Up to you <3

Asked around the Zone about some random confusing shit in Amity one minute and the next he’s in a high security human prison chatting with ‘ex’ mob bosses swappin stories an shit

Meanwhile Team Phantom is scrambling cuz Danny’s been gone for all of one(1) week and his name and face are now plastered on every news channel. He went out to do ret-con and now he’s in France getting charged for-

trespassing, trespassing on government property, minor arson, insulting an officer’s grandmother, gang activity, possession of suspicious items, weapons dealing, assisting a getaway, and treason- NOT IN THAT ORDER

I NEED him to somehow get out of it with pure bullshit, a lil smarts, and a whole lot of close calls and plot armor

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #15

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Tim stared at the young red-headed woman sitting across from him in mutual horror. He couldn't remember exactly how he'd gotten into this situation, the last thing he could remember for sure was the fact he'd been on five consecutive days without sleep, which, really, meant anything could have happened between then and now.

A glowing green sausage landed in between him and the young woman, who looked an awful lot like Babs, now that he thought about it, with a slight splat, before getting up and releasing a tiny war cry. It was about to charge Tim when a green blast from his right put the food item out of its misery. Throughout all this, Tim and the young woman never broke eye contact.

"—tom, that menace. If it knows what's good for it, it'll stay far away from Amity Park once we finish the upgrades to the Fenton Strainer! Aren't the two of you hungry? You're letting the ecto-sausages escape!" The man to Tim's left exclaimed. He was wearing some type of orange and black hazmat suit, his hair was black, though it was greying on the sides, and his ice blue eyes held a manic glint to them that Tim didn't like.

The redhead stood up suddenly and cleared her throat. "Sorry, dad, uh, Danny and I just realized we forgot to clean the ecto-filters on the portal, again. May we be excused? We'll grab something to eat later, alright? Love you, thanks! Goodnight!" She said as she rounded the table, grabbing Tim's arm in a white knuckled grip on her way past him into the basement. She shut the door rather pointedly and shuffled him down the stairs into a rather cliche modern mad scientist lab. As Tim glanced around the lab, the Babs lookalike started pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath. Finally, after almost two full minutes of this, she paused and took a deep breath before turning to look at him. "You're not Danny," she declared.

Tim stared at her for a moment. "I'm glad we're both on the same page about that. Who's Danny?"

She gazed at him thoughtfully. "He's my brother. Why do you look so much like my brother? There's way too much resemblance for you to simply be his doppelganger."

"How should I know, I don't even know where I am, let alone who your brother is or what he looks like," he retorted. He looked around the lab again. "Speaking of, where am I? And how did I even get here?"

"Oh, wow," she snorted, eyes widening and covering her mouth with a hand. "You act a lot like Danny. You're in Amity Park, Illinois, in the basement lab of Fenton Works. I'm guessing we somehow picked you up in Gotham a day or two ago, we only got back last night. You were pretty out of it the entire time, either sleeping or mumbling to yourself while staring out the window in a daze."

Tim's eyes widened in shock and a slight bit of horror. "I've been gone for two days?!" He cried. His hands came up to clutch at his hair. "Ohh, Bruce must be so worried!" Tim fought the urge to dig through his pockets for his phone, knowing that wouldn't help anything. He distinctly remembered dropping it in his coffee on day four of no sleep, embarrassingly enough. It had sadly been beyond help. "Wait," he said as something occurred to him. He was almost hesitant to ask, but he knew he needed to. "If I'm here with you guys... Then where's Danny?" The young woman's eyes widened as she breathed a soft curse under her breath.

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Later that night, a cheerfully maniacal laugh echoed through the streets of Gotham, chasing the roar of a motorcycle, sending shivers down the spines of goons and common criminals alike. They had learned the night before to dread that sound. They may be desperate, but none of them were stupid.

"Nope, nope, not happening, I am not going out tonight," Bill muttered as he shut his door and engaged the locks. He quickly sent out a PSA to the rest of the Goonion to stay off the streets, hoping they'd heed his warning. The Red Hood had found a white haired, green eyed friend, and it was a match made in hell.

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Okay, so this is shorter than I'd originally planned it to be, but there's a reason for that! This literally came to me in a dream, but it was all disjointed, and when I woke up to Tumblr mobile's dark theme not working, I couldn't work on it without practically blinding myself (I have fairly sensitive eyes), so by the time they managed to fix the issue with the color palettes on mobile, I'd forgotten some of my dream... It's not the best excuse, but it is the truth (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ sorry... But I managed to sneak Bill and the Goonion from The Panda Red's content in! I'm proud of that (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Also, I totally meant to have Tim and Jazz introduce themselves at some point, but, uhh (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I forgot (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) oops... And now I can't figure out the best place to have them organically introduce themselves, either, so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯ we're just going to leave it!

Thank you all for your comments and support! It means so much to me <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> you guys rock (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Have a good morning/day/night!

[httyddragonfox]

Owl House Finale Headcanons

According to Dana in the Post-Hoot, our headcanons can basically be canon at this point because she's not in charge of the story anymore. Okay, challenge accepted!

First of all, the boiling isles is now a democracy. Led by several powerful witches, but they have to be voted in. So Raine would be partly in charge, probably Darius and Eberwolf, maybe Mason, Hettie, Osran, etc, but definitely not the jerks Adrian and Terra.

Second, although Dana said Hunter and Eda don't know about the Caleb, Evelyn and Clawthorne connection, that doesn't sit right with me. So like my fanfic dictates, eventually they might make a deduction, but not a sure conclusion that Hunter is related to the Clawthornes. Even if they don't for sure recognize the fact, they will eventually come to see Hunter as family and he will have Clawthorne as one of his last names (Until he marries Willow).

Third, Alador instantly starts his work on sigil removal gloves. Several people didn't seem to have one in the epilogue, but it seemed like they were celebrating that kid getting his removed. Alador must have gone through many versions of the unbranding glove, and this one wasn't the one to blow up or something...?

Lastly, some Hexside Head-canons!

lots of more students start taking mixed tracks nearly immediately. I mean, we saw it in the epilogue, but I think as one of the final "screw you"s to Belos, lots of students just start practicing other magics.

The Hexsquad are some of the most popular students at the school, for saving the Boiling Isles and everything.

Gus becomes the reinstated president of the Human Appreciation Society. He has a lot more knowledge to share with the group. Many people in the group keep asking to go the human realm, now that they have a working portal. Before they can even think of going however, Gus grills them with pop quizzes and disguise tutorials to help them fit in with the Human Realm and not stand out too much.

Hunter enrolls into Hexside. Like Luz, he doesn't have a normal way of casting magic (seeing as he has a palisman magic implant), so like Luz he takes a bit of everything. He struggles with some offensive magic, (construction, elemental, etc) but he excels at teleportation. He doesn't cast spell circles that much like Luz. Meanwhile, Luz is happy to have someone in the study course as her.

After some time at the Owl House, Eda realizes Hunter has a dream of carving Palismen. She tells her Dad, and thus he shows him the ropes. He becomes an apprentice to Dell.

Hunter takes some time to carve his own Palisman. He most likely waits until after he's nearly completed his first year of Hexside. After carving Waffles, he no longer struggles, and he's twice as powerful as when he had Flapjack (cause twice the palisman magic, ehhh).

Hunter and Willow become an item a few months after defeating Belos.

For Hunter's last and only two years of Hexside, Willow and Him become Grom King and Queen. Willow's biggest fear is him dying and her being unable to save him. Hunter's biggest fear is Belos returning and attacking everyone he cares about. Hunter and Willow have their own version of the Lumity Grom dance. The last Grom Hunter goes to is where Hunter and Willow share their first lip kiss. (If you haven't noticed, I believe their relationship will be taken slowly.)

Hunter graduates with Honours from Hexside, and takes a full time apprenticeship with Dell instead of going to University. Hunter already knows what he wants to do and this is the best way to achieve it.

Amity also opts out from University after graduating, instead taking a real apprenticeship with Lillith.

Willow also opts out of University, instead pursuing professional Flyer Derby playing.

Gus graduates early, also with honors, and becomes a TA at the University for Wild Magic. He starts an exchange program with the Human Realm and teaches side courses about the Human Realm and it's historical connection with the Demon Realm.

Other Headcanons.

Not that Gus couldn't be Bisexual, but honestly I thought him Matt wouldn't be a thing. I think blushes equal crushes, and Matt and Gus don't blush around each other. Heck, Matt has shown interest in Celine and the little sister "Roka," and Gus has been blushy around Bria, but not Matt.

As for the couples, I'm not sure if Raeda is married in the epilogue or if they eventually get married. They might just be content with living with each other romantically.

Lumity will wait until Luz is finished University until they get married.

Huntlow will probably wait for the marriage until Hunter is near mid 20's.

Lumity and Huntlow will start having kids around the same time.

[cjsmalley]

InuYasha's Thoughts:

He tried not to hover; plenty of women went about their daily lives while expecting.

It was hard though; they both knew that it could go bad fast. Youkai and hanyou pregnancies were apparently generally healthy and hardy but nobody had ever heard of a hanyou either siring or carrying children. And somehow, even with her virginity taken, she still had her miko’s powers.

He hadn’t even been sure he could father pups; hybrids were often sterile after all. He had warned her before he had proposed, in case she had wanted children beyond Shippo. He had been prepared for her to break their relationship off, because she was a very caring person and he honestly couldn’t see her without at least one biological child.

But she had admitted that she had known it may be a future issue and she’d rather have him than a whole litter of children. That they could adopt, perhaps other hanyou even, if he proved infertile. That Shippo was, for now, enough. Shippo was theirs in every way that mattered, and she was happy with their family, their pack, as it was.

So, he had put it from his mind; even after they took custody of Imari. Still he had hoped that he could give her at least one pup eventually.

Still, the scent of pregnancy on her had taken him by surprise; at first, he had honestly thought it was coming from Sango as she and Miroku were newly married. But the scent hadn’t faded when Sango and Miroku had left for her home village to repair her weapons and armour. If it was coming from Sango, the scent, so new and weak at that point, would have faded within days if not hours.

He had run to his Uncle Spike who sent him to Doctor Liken. Doctor Liken had gotten a sample and tested it.

He wasn’t exactly the most potent man around, but he also wasn’t sterile like he had feared. Doctor Liken had recommended Doctor Rain at that point.

So, he had returned to his mate and informed her; they both tried not to get their hopes up.

But now, there Kagome was, the pup already starting to show on her slight frame. Their pup. Shippo and Imari’s little brother or sister.

He had, to some extent, feared that Kagome would be shunned for bearing a hanyou’s child; he still remembered how his Mother was treated and why he was Wished Away. He had extraction plans, plans to take her to Amity, where a hanyou might gain some odd looks but no comments or violence, or even the Realms.

But once again the villagers had shocked him. Once again, the villagers, especially the women, had taken one look at Kagome and welcomed her. She had lessons now, on how to make a home in this era, how to cook meals with only a fire and a pot, how to weave and sew and help look after crops and preserve the results for the winters, from the other women. Things any woman her age would already know in the Feudal Ages.

The village men had gathered up and at first he had feared a mob running their pack out, even as the women took charge of Kagome; but they had instead offered their skills and work in building a hut for his family. He had gratefully turned them down, explaining the magical tent they used.

Mollified, the men had dispersed.

Of course, the pack had adapted as well; they were the first to know of the suspicion he and Kagome had. Mainly for Sango’s knowledge but also because Shippo asked about the scent.

Kagome had sworn off using her spiritual powers, afraid of purifying the pup right from her body, but they were still surprised when Miroku had also sworn off his spiritual power. Indeed, the former monk had locked his religious items away as if they were dangerous weapons of their own, going so far as to put his sutras in an old jewelry box and locking that up as well.

Miroku was calm and serene as he did this, as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do without being asked.

The tent was, however, mostly safe for youkai-blooded people because of Imari. Imari was now a toddler in everything but age and thus a mischievous little adventurer running everyone ragged as she wandered the village freely. Shippo took his duty as a big brother seriously, often trailing after her while the adults were busy or, in the case of the humans, caught up to them.

Even Kirara was accepted in the village; parents contented to leave their children under her watch or willing to use her as a draft animal when she offered herself for such jobs. Though now she was keeping close to Kagome, unobtrusively in her little form.

After the pack, and once past the three-month mark, they had told their parents about the pup.

He had worried about the Higurashi family’s reaction. Her family had welcomed him, Shippo, and Imari, and had celebrated their Mating then Marriage. But another hanyou pup, conceived accidentally? They were a Shrine family, her grandfather still tried to put sutras on him!

Kagome’s mother had cried…tears of joy and congratulated them sincerely, already babbling about taking Kagome shopping; her grandfather had muttered and huffed but also congratulated them.

His family, on the other hand was much more effusive in their joy; a feast was called in their honor.

But still…so much could still go wrong.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

[tanglepelt]

The fall

a03

Danny takes on Pariah, gets reveled and his parents reactions. This is a continuation of day 3. here. Pretty sure it makes sense without that part tho.

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Danny was going to get everyone out.

Amity would no longer stay in the realm; no longer would Pariah keep them trapped. Pariah's hunt was fruitless regardless, Danny held the ring now.

With his whole new power set, ice, and snow, ones he didn’t quite know how to use he’d just have to make it work. Going through the crater left behind from Amity's displacement he gathered what he needed. The weapons were stashed in the remnants of Sams's basement and the school boiler room. The anti-ecto weapons taken from his parents the trio had hidden away. If they worked on the king Danny would have a key advantage. Then the most important item that had been confiscated was the watch. The one ready to send him back to the realm. Back into the dome where his friends and family were trapped. Even back to go help the fruit loop.

He just had to shoot himself with it. It was a one-way trip.

There would be no turning back.

This was for his friends and family.

He wasn’t backing down from Pariah. No matter the cost.

A bag full of weapons on his back, the watch set to shoot he was ready.

Danny had never been so ready to see the green sky of the zone. To be standing back in amity. Even if it was just the deserted streets. No humans in sight. The dome once surrounding the town completely missing. Everything was too silent, empty.

The troops, pariah’s skeleton had to be attacking elsewhere. Nothing they sought was here in town.

He needed to get to FentonWorks. See if they were there. His parents had a secondary ghost shield, they had been working on an ecto-skeleton suit. Maybe there had been some success. Even with everything they had to face, the skeletons, pariah the fright knight there was hope. Danny knows that the ring of rage and crown of fire only boost the wearer when both are held by one. One without the other is just for cosmetics.

Or in Danny’s case as a callout.

A way to make sure the focus would be on him and not the humans of amity parks. They couldn’t take hits like he could, all too squishy and breakable.

The closer he got to FentonWorks the higher the concentration of ectoplasm was. Despite being in the realm it was more intense. Fitting when he saw the scene. Valerie manning the ecto skeleton, losing badly. The ghost shield surrounding his home cracking and breaking with each new hit. The skeltons were directly attacking the shield. In search of the ring, they do not possess.

This wouldn’t do.

Flying as fast as he could he slammed into Valerie, Knocking back into the ghost shield. The skeleton must of been on its last life, it broke when she hit the ground. That drew the skeleton's attention. There was still one more thing he needed to do.

With a salute to the skeletons, he went human. Plopping down into the ghost shield. The attacks on the shield increasing. Harder they hit. He would be out shortly to deal with them. Danny just needed some assurance the building won't go unguarded.

Valerie was already out of the suit. Anger and confusion are evident on her face. “Your phantom? You"

As the blast got louder and larger, he just tossed the bag at her. She caught it only to be knocked down. That ecto skeleton must have really taken it out of her. Already Sam and Tucker were rushing out with shouts of his name. There wasn’t enough time. In his haste, he left with a last message,

“I have the ring, watch the house. The shields won’t hold much longer. The bag has the weapons I deemed too dangerous for my parents to keep. Protect the people. I'll deal with the rest.”

Walking out of the dome a single weapon tucked away behind his back and a ring on his finger. Danny held up his hand transforming, calling out pariah. The king truly was done for. So caught up in his rage to retrieve the ring. Charging at Danny with no hesitance. Looked like he was just going for physical contact.

This king had been sealed up for centuries, likely never even seeing a laser gun. All the better for Danny. Thankfully his aim wasn’t like his dad's. His gun hit Pariah straight on, sending him straight to the ground. No more powers for him. Just his physical abilities.

Pariah still put up a fight. Hit after hit never backing down. He was a beast without the powers. Danny couldn’t win like this. He needed the crown.

Suppose he had the crown Pariah wouldn’t stand a chance. It was just the two after the other item. Danny aiming for the head Pariah gunning for the ring. Danny had little to no control over his ice, rather than freeze any part of Pariah things were just colder.

Every now and then he managed to get an icicle to hit Pariah in the face. The dud just wouldn't cool down and give up.

Danny was being forced closer to the dome. The one about to shatter. Valerie, Tucker, and Sam all shoot from behind the shield. Yelling amongst each other about something he couldn’t hear. This had to be his final push, they couldn’t reach the barrier. The shield would fall if they did.

Someone yelling was getting closer. The screaming getting louder.

“DUCK” was that his mom?

A green blast went past him hitting Pariah.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY SON”

Yea, that was his mom. That was his mom. She knew? Did Valerie rat him out?

“AIM FOR THE CROWN” Sure enough she did. Knocking it straight off his head.

As he grabbed the crown eyeball ghosts began to appear, a sarcophagus with them. A new ghost ordering someone to shove him into it. Then close the lid sealing Pariah in. Leading to him once more being locked away in his slumber.

That led to his current situation.  Town rightfully back in Illinois, having a heart-to-heart with his family. It wasn’t Valeria that ratted him out but Sam and Tucker. Apparently, Valerie had knocked out all the adults to steal the ecto-skeleton, so she had been avoiding them since. Likely trying to avoid a lecture.

When they came too, and they were still in the ghost zone his mom and dad panicked. Both Vlad and Danny were missing, and the suit was gone. They didn’t know what happened. His friends had no real choice, if they had gone looking for him the shield would have fallen too fast.

That didn’t stop his mom from coming to his aid when he was in sight.

His being Phantom didn’t bother them. The two were more upset he didn’t trust them with the information to being with.

Things had never looked better for him. Well until the next day when Valerie punched him for keeping that a secret from her. She demanded he put his mutt into obedience classes.

[ecto-american]

Stuck (Stubbornly)

Phic Phight Oneshot for @deuynndoodles​ : Jack and Maddie are stuck in the Ghost Zone. Fortunately for them, Phantom's around and willing to help out. However, they'll rather be arrested by a ghost warden and put in ghost jail before they'd allow some teenage menace to help them. Oh wait...

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"Should we call Jazz or Danny?" Jack suggested.

Maddie stared out into the unending void of the Ghost Zone. It hurt to think that their voyage, a trip that they had been planning out for months, would end so soon already, but they had barely made any progress when they realized just how much fuel the Specter Speeder was guzzling. Something was wrong.

"...Not yet," she determined. "We should have emergency fuel. We should be able to get back without any problems. Can you refill?"

"You got it," Jack replied, and he got out of the co-pilot seat. She could hear him go to the back, and shuffling around. He didn't say anything for a while, and that immediately began to unnerve her, but she kept her attention on the dashboard, trying to think of what went wrong when building. Was their fuel lines loose? Was there gas leaking everywhere? "Uh, Mads? I'm not seeing it?"

Her blood froze, but no need to panic. Maybe he just didn't see…

Maddie walked to the back and checked. And checked. Moved some stuff around, checked some more.

They had no emergency fuel.

"Why don't we go outside and check the engine?" Jack suggested. "Maybe we can figure something out." With a dry mouth, she nodded, and they hesitantly went outside to check.

There were no ghosts around, thankfully, just an endless green void. They knew that they would be safe breathing in the GZ air, thanks to their prior tests and experiments. They hooked themselves to a rope using a carabiner clip, the other end tied tightly to the speeder. Floating unnerved her, and she kept a hand on the speeder as they went to the front of the speeder. Jack popped the hood, and smoke floated out, making Maddie's heart sink. This was definitely not a good sign at all, or something that could be a simple fix.

"Need some help?"

Maddie looked over her shoulder to see…

"Absolutely not," she scowled. Phantom was floating nearby.

"Are you sure?" he asked. He floated up a bit higher to glance at their vehicle. "Looks like you got. Well, uh, basically car trouble."

"Leave. Now."

Phantom opened his mouth to say more, but Maddie pulled her ecto-gun out.

"We don't want help from some lowlife ghost!" she hissed. Phantom put his hands up in surrender and flew away.

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An hour passed, and they decided to take a break working on the engine. Every possible problem that she could think of had been exhausted, and she had to take a break to both cool down and think. She sat on the steps leading into the speeder, with Jack deciding to lay on the floor of the inside.

"Fuel line wasn't broken, none of the lines were cut or had knicks. There's no reason it should be draining so much gas," Jack thunk aloud. "There shouldn't be anything besides the engine that the gas is going to, and there's no weird random connections to anywhere else. The battery's still good."

"And we forgot the emergency fuel," Maddie slumped over. Jack sighed.

"It's my own fault," he replied. "I should have checked to make sure Jazz and Danny had properly put all the supplies in. A proper exploration team always triple checks before a voyage."

Maddie could only give a low hum of agreement as she stared out into the zone. She felt somebody pat the side of the speeder, and she scowled as she saw Phantom grinning at her, giving a half way.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.

"I brought help this time," Phantom told her, and he jerked a thumb behind him. It was finally then that she noticed the Red Huntress. Maddie raised an eyebrow.

"How in the world…" she murmured, only to trail off as she stared at the two of them. Jack sat up, and he poked his head out of the speeder.

"Oh dope! It's my favorite huntress!" Jack boomed. Red seemed bashful at the comment, shifting her weight onto her other foot and rubbing her upper arm.

"I mean, if you don't trust me or want my help, I figured you'd be willing to let a human help," Phantom explained, motioning towards Red.

"So, do you need help?" Red finally spoke up. She reached down to pat her left calf. "I have some tools with me, but I can always go and fetch more."

Something in Maddie's gut told her that this was very, very odd. Humans and ghosts working together so...willingly like this. She had taken note that Phantom and Red hadn't hunted each other down or fought like they used to, but she just assumed that they didn't quite run into each other that much anymore. Both were unpredictable with odd schedules and routines.

She glanced at Jack, who despite his initial enthusiasm, seemed to share her feelings, and she shook her head no.

"We'll be fine," she insisted. "You two should leave."

Red stared at Phantom, who shrugged his shoulders.

"So, wanna just go get some boba tea?" Phantom asked.

"And just leave them here?" Red scowled, motioning to the Fentons.

"They don't want our help," he replied. Red glanced from Phantom and the Fentons, who studied the two of them. She finally shrugged as well.

The two began to idly chat as they flew off, their conversation becoming more and more distant.

"That was weird," Maddie mused.

"Yeah, I thought she and Phantom were rivals," Jack mused. Maddie shrugged. Right now she wasn't too invested in the mystery. She'd worry about that later when they got home.

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Judging by their phones (which they had worriedly learned that they oh-so-helpfully had no reception in the land of the undead), another hour passed since Phantom and Red had left. Jack was deep into the engine, fiddling with a possible solution to the problem as Maddie stood nearby. She continued to think as she looked around. She was surprised that they hadn't been bothered by now.

"Trespassing in an unauthorized vehicle that is also a real world item," a deep southern voice boomed. Well, she absolutely spoke too soon.

They whipped their heads to see a huge, hulking figure, an all white man with a black hat, black gloves and wearing a suit of white.

"Ghost!" Jack squawked. He scrambled to grab his gun, Maddie already having hers drawn. The ghost frowned deeply. Maddie was finally very aware of just how many ghosts were surrounding them. Too many to count, but they all looked exactly like the ghosts that terrorized Amity Park years before, all identical and matching in uniform that resembled a SWAT team. There was also vehicles resembling police cars and police vans.

"Resisting arrest. That's against the rules," he continued. He opened a large green and white book in his hands, flipping to another page. "Assault and battery with a deadly weapon." He glanced up at them with an angry glare. "Y'all are going away for a long, long time."

"We're not going anywhere," Jack frowned. He charged up his weapon.

Maddie looked around, and she shivered anxiously. There was no way they could take on all these ghosts. She nudged Jack, and he side-eyed her curiously. She lowered her weapon, and she used her head to motion around them. Jack blinked as he looked himself, and all of his confidence left him. He also lowered his weapon.

"We'll go," Maddie finally spoke. The ghost smirked, and he knocked on the side of a police van. The back opened up.

"Surrender your weapons," he ordered.

One of the SWAT ghosts came forward with his arms outstretched. Reluctantly, the adults handed their weapons over, detaching themselves from the speeder and getting into the van.

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Their cell was a lot like a normal cell, and it was just them. Iron bars, no windows, single toilet, and four bunk beds. Jack was laying on one of the beds, facing the fall, as Maddie laid on the one across from him, staring up at the bunk bed above her.

Of course. Of course they ended up in ghost jail. It was just their luck. Though a scientist part of her was giddy at knowing that ghosts had some kind of legal system! Who would have known!

As she tried to start figuring out what on earth to do, she heard something banging against the jail bars.

She immediately sat up, staring to see Phantom making the noise by banging something in his hand on the bars. He was staring at them with a bright smile, and it only made her mood drop even more.

"Phantom!" Maddie hissed, standing fully and going up to the bars. "How did you find us?"

"We came back to check on you guys and see if you changed your minds," Phantom explained. Jack got up from his own bed to come over, looking surprised to see the infamous ghost teen. "Technus and Skulker were looting your speeder, and they said Walker arrested you. So we came by as quickly as we could."

The Fenton adults could see Red nearby, glancing around the corner. She was keeping watch.

"We're not going with you," Jack replied. Phantom rolled his eyes.

"Okay, and what? Stay here forever? Never see your kids again?" he asked. Their faces instantly dropped. "So do you wanna go home or not?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes at him before noticing that he was holding a metallic-looking cup of boba tea and raising an eyebrow.

"You brought a snack with you," she said. Phantom shrugged, offering it to her.

"Want a sip?"

"No! Just!" Maddie glanced at Jack worriedly, and he mirrored her expression. They, unfortunately, knew that they really...didn't have a choice. "Get us out of here!"

"Danny, you may wanna hurry it up," Red's voice called out softly to them. Maddie did a double take. Oh yeah. Danny Phantom. Huh, she kinda forgot about that.

Phantom nodded, and he dropped the boba tea, letting it float in the air as he phased them out of the jail cell. Maddie stared at him.

"Wait, you can just phase through?" she asked. Phantom shrugged.

"Uh, sorta yes, sorta no," he replied, grabbing his tea.

"Danny!" Red's voice hissed. Phantom glanced to her.

"Okay, so super quick rundown of Ghost Zone rules. In the Ghost Zone, you guys are the ghosts, so you basically can fly and phase through objects, so Red can phase through objects and you guys too, but this is also a human cell that only I can get you out, and speaking out getting out, we need to leave. Now," Phantom quickly explained. As soon as he finished, he motioned for them to follow him.

He began to fly towards Red, and they jogged after him. Phantom peered around the corner before pulling back. Red did too.

"How's our escape route looking?" Phantom asked. He took a sip of his drink as Red pulled up a map on her suit. She studied it for a bit.

"Hmm. We may run into some trouble," Red mused. "Best bet is for me to take Mr. and Mrs. Fenton and phase with them out of here, and…" She gave a weird pause. "We'll uh. Wait for you to escape on your own." Phantom sucked on his drink, and the sound of air coming through as he ran out of boba tea grinded Maddie's nerves.

"Oh would you just!" Maddie scowled, and she slapped the cup out of Phantom's hands.

"Hey! I paid for that!" Phantom cried out. He scrambled to pick it up. "They were having an unlimited refills special if you got that cup!" Red snorted in amusement.

"Danny, they kicked you out for getting too many refills anyway," she reminded him. Phantom made a face.

"Well maybe they shouldn't advertise it as unlimited refills then," he retorted.

"Most people don't drink twelve cups of boba tea," she replied.

"Maybe I should be rewarded for being able to drink that much then."

"Hm, we'll debate it later," Red replied. "Look, I'll get them out and meet you on the other side. Got it?"

"Got it," Phantom replied. To Maddie's horror and shock, Red lifted her visor up, but not all the way. Just enough to expose her lips, and she leaned into Phantom to give him a light peck on the lips.

"Be careful," she told him. Phantom nodded.

"I will," he promised. "If I'm not with you in five minutes. Just." He paused. "Leave without me, get the Fentons home, and then come back for me." Red nodded as her visor went all the way down.

"Grab my hands," Red instructed the Fentons. Maddie blinked, reluctantly taking one of her hands. Jack took the other. Red summoned her board, jumping in the air and allowing it to manifest beneath her. She held onto them tightly and flew through the walls.

Instinctively, Maddie closed her eyes as she flew through. Only to feel no impact. A blur of walls impaired her vision with constant flashes of the darkness of being in a thick jail wall and the light of the prison rooms and hallways. She blinked as the neutral green skies of the Ghost Zone finally greeted her, and Red continued flying until they were a decent distance from the prison. And now that she had a moment to think…

"What the hell are you thinking?" she exclaimed to Red. The huntress snapped her attention to her in confusion.

"What? You would have died if we let you stay in there!" she scowled.

"No, not that!" Maddie clarified. "I mean, thank you so much for helping us, but you? And Phantom?"

"Exactly!" Jack agreed. "He's an absolute menace! He's a danger! Don't you guys fight? What happened to all of that?"

She could see a glimpse of Red's face under her heavily tinted visor, and Maddie was sure that the girl looked embarrassed and was likely turning as red as her suit.

"Oh man, it's a looong story," Red sighed heavily. "Uh, best and easiest and quickest way I can explain it is; a lot of the things that made me angry with him was a misunderstanding, and I found out that he's...actually a really sweet guy. I know it's weird to say, but, um. Well, I've never met a guy who was so kind, thoughtful and romantic. My life's kinda hectic, and he just...he really goes out of his way to make it easier on me."

"How so?" Jack wondered.

"Well, like. He does a lot of my household chores and stuff like laundry, bringing me lunch when I have long shifts at work, listening to me when I have a bad day," she explained. "He makes life a lot easier and better."

How cute. If it wasn't between a dead teenage menace and this poor, obviously manipulated girl. It honestly reminded Maddie a lot of her own Danny and his little girlfriend, Valerie. Valerie told her a few times about Danny doing some of her chores at home since Valerie was so busy working and doing school. It kinda pissed Maddie off, since Danny never seemed to remember his own chores at home, but she never felt like bringing it up to him because, well, at least he was really good to her. She'd be ashamed of him if he was any lesser.

"Hey!" Phantom called out as he zoomed towards them. "Let's go! Quick!"

Red nodded. She passed Jack off to Phantom, and the two teenagers flew the Fentons home.

[reading-wanderer]

A Compendium of Magical Artifacts

Chapter 24: Primordial Fang

Prompt: Teeth

AO3 Link

[For today, you decide to focus on the newer looking pages just in case you can find something else having to do with Amity or maybe those people the author was looking for. After all, the pages that had mentioned the cat café and Amity Park had both been newer and you figured the author might have found their people sometime after the whole Aphrodite thing. You don’t bother to try skimming through the pages as you go. After all, what if you dismissed a page and missed something small in the notes? The first newer seeming page wasn’t all that new, but you read through it nonetheless.]

Name: Primordial Fang, Primal Fang

Description: It is a rather long, thin yellow-white tooth with a dark line going vertically through the center. It is almost completely straight and despite insistence that it’s a canine, I find it much more likely that it is a huge villiform tooth since it lacks the curve found in canines. Given that it’s almost three inches long and that these type of teeth are generally fairly small on earthen animals, the creature it came off of likely would be larger than wise to fight with.

Known Abilities: When a ghost is stabbed by it, they are forced into a more primal or animalistic form based on their species. These ghosts appear to have a harder time forming words or converting complex information. This is at least partially because they become increasingly aggressive the longer they have it in. I believe it might actually be the result of some kind of venom rather than a magic, but unfortunately I was unable to confirm before it was taken from me.

Location: Skulker took it so they could make their hunts more interesting. Otherwise, they can rarely be found in ghosts that travel in and out of some of the much deeper sectors

Notes: Skulker ‘invited’ (dragged) me along on one of their hunts. We went rather deep into the lower sectors of the Realms and into areas I do not usually explore on my own. The sectors this far out tend to hold more ancient and violent ghosts, though it isn’t nearly as far out as exists. The quarry was some kind of water/liquid core goat. I was brought in case the ghost was able to destroy Skulker’s suit and because I have the ability to utilize enough of an electrical charge to stun and, in the case of water cores, potentially do some damage. When we got to the area and started searching for the creature, we found ourselves beset upon by a much more aggressive goat than expected that was also several times the expected size.

In the ensuing scuffle, we were able to subdue the creature and in the process, the fang was dislodged from the goat’s flank. The goat shrank back down to the expected size as soon as it was removed and while Skulker bagged his prey, I took a look at the fang. I found the dark stripe the most interesting part, but Skulker stopped me before I could attempt to split the tooth open to get a better look. They immediately took the item from me and started boasting about exactly how it would enhance their hunts and how hard it was to find them. I allowed them to hold onto the fang for the duration of their rant as we returned to their lair since attempting to take it back would lead them to stop explaining the item.

Once we got back to their lair, I requested to look at the tooth some more while they were busy putting the goat away. They agreed and I tried to see if there was some kind of opening at either end of the tooth where venom could be released. I will admit that I was curious what form I would take upon being stabbed with it, but Skulker returned before I was able to find out and took the tooth from me again. Attempting to argue got me nowhere and attacking was out of the question, so I returned home without it. Still, considering the number of ghosts that visit Amity, there’s a small chance that I may be able to barter for one at a later date.

[Okay, Amity gets a lot of ghosts. You remember there being mention of a ghost hybrid protector earlier. Maybe you should add that to your next search. If ghosts were common, maybe you could find news or a forum or something that would lead you closer to what you wanted to know.]

[incorrectlumityquotes]

The Owl House as RPG Characters 3: Double Limit Breaks

And the last thing I can think of when it comes to this sorta thing. This was also the last thing I did to the Tangled the Series cast so I'll do it here. The coolest thing that no one actually does. When two characters have their limit breaks at the same time, they can either do their limit breaks individually or combine them to make a double team move.

The problem is I can only think of some of them right now so some pairings might be missing. Simple key. The rest under the cut.

Character A & Character B Limit Break: Flavor Text

Luz Noceda & Eda the Owl Lady Master and Apprentice: Luz covers all enemies with glyphs and Eda ignites them. Deals 2x massive damage to all enemies.

Luz Noceda & King of Demons Boo-Boo Buddy Attack: Luz and King charge at enemies doing massive damage at random.

Luz Noceda & Willow Park Glyph Garden: Willow summons a field of flowers with glyphs on them dealing massive elemental damage to all enemies.

Luz Noceda & Gus Porter Showtime!: Gus and Luz put on a show that ends in a flash of light dealing status ailments on all enemies.

Luz Noceda & Amity Blight May I Have This Dance: Luz and Amity dance summoning an abomination infused with one of Luz's glyphs at random creating an elemental abomination. Deals massive elemental damage that ignores defense to all enemies.

Eda the Owl Lady & King of Demons Crime Time: Eda casts "Blind" on all enemies and King steals rare items from all enemies.

Eda the Owl Lady & Lilith Clawthorne Sibling Rivalry: Eda and Lilith cast a series of spells to one up each other starting at 0.5x damage and ending at 2.5x damage to enemies at random.

Willow Park & Gus Porter Powered Flower: Willow summons a giant flower that Gus enhances to attack for them. Deals massive damage to one enemy.

Willow Park & Amity Blight Good Memories: Willow and Amity cast a spell that restores all HP and cures status ailments.

[k7l4d4]

Duet of the Twin Heroes (Rising of the Shield Hero/Owl House Crossover idea)

Hello all, today I bring you an AU blending the backgrounds of two series that couldn’t be more different! Everybody clap your hands!!

Long ago, the first Waves of Calamity occurred, ravaging the worlds of both Humanity and Witch-kind. After they ended, the Witches’ home world was lost, consumed by the destruction of the Waves, and they were forced to enter the Human Realm. Neither side trusted the other, finding them and their ways strange and dangerous; war was constantly threatening to break out. Just as tensions were about to spill over, a group of scholars discovered something horrific; the Waves would return. 

Horrified at this knowledge, the two sides made a pact, the Witches weaving a great magical work to intercept the Waves upon their return, in the form of a mystical realm ripe with peril, crawling with monsters and beasts of all natures. To safeguard this new realm, born from what remnants of the Witches’ first world could be saved, the Witches moved their, presenting themselves as vanguards against the return of the waves. Sadly, tragedy struck. When the realm was complete, many of the pathways between it and the Humans’ world closed off, the great system they used to fight the waves gradually grew weaker as the years flew bye, until it became sealed altogether.

Institutes formed, dedicating themselves to retaining the knowledge needed to battle the Waves. Tragically, these institutes were isolated during the Savage Ages, when Witch-kind had grown so drunk on the power they wielded they no longer held themselves to the codes of conduct and traditions of their people. When the self-proclaimed Prophet of the Titan, Belos, came forth, the institutes where elated, hoping that he would see that value of their research and knowledge. It was not to be.

Belos branded them heretics and enemies of Witch-kind, ordering the Scholars to be killed, their families destroyed, and the knowledge cast to flame. Desperate to save their work, the scholars accessed what little of the system managed to avoid being sealed and used it to cast a lesser form of the great working which birthed their Realm, sacrificing themselves to create a guardian to defend their work and sealed it within the Isles. This seal, known as the Temple of the Twin Paths, would monitor the Isles, looking for the signs of the Waves return, poised to conduct the summoning needed to gather the heroes who would save them all.

Many centuries have passed, and the Waves are almost upon the Isles. The Heroes need to be summoned to wield the Legendary Weapons of the Firearm and the Beast, and Vassals to fight alongside them, wielding the Vassal Weapons of the Wheel, the Dagger, the Cards, and the Flask. A new era is coming to the Isles, and if nothing is done, the world is doomed.

Strengthening Methods/Power-Up Methods of the Weapons:

Available to All

Absorption: Weapons can absorb loot such as items and materials to unlock new variations of the Legendary Weapon and may equip said variation if they meet its prerequisites.

Weapon Transformation: Weapons can transform into different variations that grant new equip bonuses including stats, skills, and abilities. Additionally, with enough experience. time spent equipped or other prerequisites, the user may permanently retain the equip bonuses even if they switch transformations. (Some bonuses remain exclusive.)

Weapon Copy: The user can copy weapons of a similar class to the Legendary Weapon that they encounter and store them for later access. Equip bonuses may still require materials to unlock.

Methods of the Pistol

Determination: Increased growth of stats and skills of Hero and party in proportion to severity of threats and challenges faced. Avoidance of threats and danger hinders growth. Passive.

Weapon Modification: Hero may physically alter weapon forms to add or alter existing bonuses and skills, or add additional parts to increase performance. Modified forms are saved as individual forms, classified as evolutions. Active.

Monster Integration: Monster drops may be converted into Energy, which can be used to create new skills for Weapon forms. Skill creation has no chance of failure/maybe. Each form must have added skills unlocked separately to be wielded outside of assigned form. Active.

Combat Adaptation: Repeated use of Skills and Spells results in Charges accumulating. Charges may be expended to provide additional affects and traits to Skills and Spells when in combat. Additional effects and traits are customizable in proportion to Charges expended in creation. Active.

Methods of the Beast

Wild Growth: Beast grows in level and in skill independently of Hero. Skills and Spells used in conjunction with Beast are subject to mutual stat correction based on difference in Level between Hero and Beast. Passive.

Hybridization: Forms may be combined to create new ones. Forms created through this method have a chance of failure proportionate to rarity of component forms. Successful creation of Hybrid forms results in stat growth for Hero and Component Forms. Active.

Battle Subordination: Enemy Monsters may be defeated without being slain. Defeated enemies can be claimed as pets for Hero and their Party members. Monsters defeated through Battle Subordination provide 95% max experience. Claimed monsters regularly provide Drop Items such as Teeth, Feathers, Scales, Etc., as natural cast offs. Active.

Battle Combo: Successful defeating of similar or same enemies provides bonuses to stats, Skills, and Spells. Bonuses reset if Combo is broken before 24 hours have passed. Combo breaks if battle is disengaged without defeating targeted enemy. Active.

Method of the Wheel

Gamble: Hero may impose limits on use of Spells, Skills, or reduce own stats, when entering battle. If battle is completed without disengaging, limited Spells and Skills, and reduced stats, of all viable party members experience growth. Active.

Method of the Dagger

Kill Count: Slaying Enemies provides Points. Points may be expended in menu to purchase items, Skills, Spells, Traits, or stat bonuses. Active.

Method of the Cards

Skill Combo: Spells and Skills may be combined to create new effects when in battle. Use of Skill Combo increases cool-down of Spells and Skills used. Active.

Method of the Flask

Distill: Items and Drops may be expended to create Formulas. Formulas may be consumed or splashed to provide permanent effects. Effects of formulas are determined by traits and qualities of provided materials, but are otherwise random, and cannot be checked until finished. Effects of Formulas increase in power the longer then are brewed. Flask Hero may not engage in combat while Distilling is underway. Active.

Firearm Hero: Amity Blight.

Beast Hero: Luz Noceda.

Wheel Hero: ????.

Dagger Hero: ????.

Cards Hero: ????.

Flask Hero: ????.

[grim-faux]

 2 _ 8 _ Snipping Cables

First

 Lately, he’s had some regrets.

 Perhaps that was a tad dramatic. Keeping attendance of the child hadn't been the labor it was prior, before the boy really got it in his head that he was not to stray too far, or not dawdle so much on inconsequential trinkets. There came lapses, but he didn't need to strain concentration on the transmission so tersely.

 The residence elected to offer the child rest was perfectly eroded, though more spacious than the majority that was not a store or carried endless supplies. Aside from the wind and enduring mist of rain, little of the harsh elements breached the innermost walls. A few outer rooms sat available for use, but he chose centered accommodations with a table and chair set. The kitchen offered little in edibles, but the child seemed to think it was the best space to spend his time. When he wasn’t pestering the Thin Man. Furniture and fringe shadows settled where the sporadic reach of light wouldn’t venture, and the usual decayed pieces of scraps abandoned by the previous occupants remained faithful to the end of days.

 A few television deserted within, likely afforded the escape to those occupants. If the clothing strewn on furniture was anything to go by. While Mono was having an explore, he dumped the devices out a window. He didn’t mind utilizing televisions for travel, but he remained uneasy leaving the child alone in their presence.

 “Ban-dahge.”

 The Thin Man flipped a page on the magazine he browsed through and cast an eye toward the child. Following the usual scout through some room, the boy lifted a container of crayons. But no paper. That would have been fine and well, if not for the discarded packages in the kitchen. Mono tore apart paper and cardboard, on the salvaged bits he did speek. Why didn’t he just do the speek on walls? There was no shortage of space.

 “Box.” Mono shuffled around the page he worked at, choosing another color. “Cer-ate.” He mumbled some jumbled sounds under his breath, as he crouched down and really got involved with the picture.

 “You are quite the artist,” the Thin Man muttered. Many passages in the magazine lay unintelligible, but it was more of a distraction in place of the televisions. When he plucked out the very breezy movement, he took a breath and steeled himself.

 A torn bit of cardboard popped above the horizon of the magazine he perused. “Road. See?”

 The Thin Man exhaled. “Yes. I can see that. An endless road.” When the colorful collage dipped out of sight, he lowered his book. Mono was muttering something to himself studying the image as if he never saw it before. Ever. When he noted the Thin Man’s attention, he held up the picture and pointed to the boarder.

 “Build-eegs.” He blinked beneath the edge of his hat.

 “Buildings. It looks just like every other scenery in this drab city.”

 “In. Th’z.” He pushed up his hat and moved a little closer to the magazine. “Drab? T’drab? Is mean?”

 “Unremarkable. Ugly. Boring.” The Thin Man pressed his magazine further away, to stall the child’s advance.

 “Un-re-mark-Ible. Bor-eng. Boring.” The child continued murmuring to himself, as he tottered back over to his stacks of cardboard and miscolored paper pieces. He stooped low on his knees and resumed marking at a piece, the speek of endless road and buildings forgotten for the time.

 Sighing, the lamp in the corner flickering, the Thin Man kneaded his brow. This had been going on for Hours. He peered beyond the edge of his reading, inspecting discarded pictures of mundane things. A mailbox, a tree. Buildings and buildings. A broken staircase. Inconsequential and unrelated little pictures, and many more. Each and every one he had to inspect, twice, sometimes four times over. At one point a Tower existed in the fray, but without a word the Thin Man delivered the child such a look, that the boy took the likeness and tore it to bits. The remnants lay on the floor, beneath the table.

 “So… mu-tch. Big. Then go.”

 He flipped through a few pages in the magazine, until he reached an uncorrupt segment. He winced, and looked up. The child was back, a new picture offering. “That’s a bridge.”

 “To… go?” The child indicated one end of the bridge. It was a bridge with no real scenery or location to set it’s placement. “Over. Is where?”

 Forget Her trying to teach him speek. Mono insisted on butchering every syllable. Why was he like this?

 He brought a hand to his face. “Where? Where does the bridge go? I don’t know. You tell me.”

 Mono fixed his hat and gave him a look. “Is go?”

 “Where? Does the bridge go? It goes somewhere, yes?”

 The child set down the cardboard piece and took a moment to pluck at the splinters in his palm. “Mm. Bridge. T’go…. Is.” He held his hands parted out. “Cross. Danger. T’danger, in deep.” He pantomimed an area beneath the two polar sides of his bridge. “Safe.” He brought his hands back up, parted. “Goes n’to. Is safe.”

 He understood what the child inferred, but…. “‘Safe’ isn’t a grounded location.”

 “N’to. Is.”

 Was he being messed with? “No. On that note, what if there was a creature at one end? Hmm? Not so safe now, is it?” Mono’s expression flickered. Aw, he hadn’t considered such a scenario. What a pity.

 The Thin Man leaned back in the chair and held the magazine up. This was all likely overlooked by the child, as he once more scampered away to his repurposed pages. The scratching wound up, while the small boy worked at another picture. The Thin Man restrained a groan. H̴͕̬̟͆̽̔Ō̸̼̓͗U̷̹̠͒R̶̰̃S̴͍̮̾̇̈.

 Passive mumbling rolled from the child, intermixed with the dragging crayon. “Dress. Er. Dresser. Chair. Smo-k. No. Room. Chair. Win-dowe.” He spun the page. “Re-sip-or-cant. Re-cip-or-cate? Mean?”

 The child reared off his picture and flapped one of the paper pieces. “Mean? T’speek? Big speek?”

 The Thin Man took a long and agonized breath. “Not return. A gift. Or help. Mean… if I helped you, then you ran off. Or something.” He couldn’t see the child, but he could sense the gears turning in his head.

 “Food?”

 Sigh. “Are you hungry?” Again.

 “Share. Recip. Rerr-sip-orate. Recip-o-ate.”

 “RE-Cip-Ro-Cate.” 

 “Re-cip-row-cate.”

 The Thin Man set aside his magazine and stood from the chair. A while back he thought of shutting the doors to the dining area, though they were glass, and he didn’t need them blown out by a small uncontrollable projectile. Instead, he sauntered through the main room and to the corridor, which led out of the residence.

 “Where?” peeped behind him.

 He stopped at the door and looked back. The child was there, looking very serious and prepared for the venture. “No-no, you stay here.”

 Mono tugged the sides of his coat. “Not safe n'go,” he rasped.

 “Indeed.” He turned around and leaned lower to the child. “It will be dangerous, out there. You must stay here, and I won’t be gone long.” Reaching out, he tipped the child’s hat back an inch and poked his nose. “Keep this place safe, won’t you?”

 The child did appear a little distressed. At least he didn’t flinch from his hand, but he might’ve been distracted. “N’together. S’safe. Two.”

 “Not for you. Now, do as I say.”

 The child retreated a step and nodded.

 “You will be fine. Safe is in here.” The Thin Man returned to the door and stepped out. As always, the door is not locked following his departure, but he does insure the warped frame is fitted securely.

 This was rest time for the child, but it was difficult to settle him in from the wandering and endless surveying for hazards. If the Thin Man removed himself for a while, then the boy was more prone to curl up in his dark little space - out of sight out of mind. It was no bother for the Thin Man to put up in some deserted home for a while, if his charge needed to rifle for some edibles or get off his feet. The problem was this insistent being up and around at every waking minute, blatantly refusing to sleep, then collapsing in a desolate road. Then! having the nerve to act like it was a complete mystery why he blacked out.

 Nonetheless, he would have to brace himself for the bombardment of pictures and explanation when he returned. It would be best not to think of that.

 It was indeed dangerous to venture to a neighboring building, where the television units remained active. This was no lie. Relocating to a place far distant from the Viewers was no difficult feat – for him, that is. A bare room housing a few televisions, the chatter of flat melodies intermingling. Nothing to think about, and no creature demanding his attention. In gaunt space of null, he was content.

 No benefit came through drowning his time in the static transmission. It influenced him in no way, he was not enamored by its call or demands. The static was familiar, perpetual and infinite. Somehow peaceful, despite his penance in the Tower, lost in the despair. The bitter resentment, and how he was so easily discarded. How badly it hurt. How little he understood. He was so utterly... done.

 As typical when he returned to the residency, he made certain to bring back some treat for the child. A little jar of food paste, a token of amity. This was enough.

 The child was pleased enough to receive the item. And, after untangling from the typical debacle of ‘no, I really don’t want that,’ the boy carried the container around the rooms and nibbled out the contents. It kept him preoccupied for a while, allowing the Thin Man to browse through a few pamphlets and other items he’d plucked up on the fly.

 Following his return, he was a little concerned that the child lingered, peering around a corner, observing as the Thin Man sought to busy himself with distractions. He ignored this, and instead went to a window to have a smoke and go through a book. It was a cookbook of all things, but more engaging than the catalog on engines he’d had the misfortune of investing the scarce quiet into. He had some stake in finding information about the Tower, about its origins and theories. Alas, thus far no readings had elaborated a smidgen on its purpose.

 Aside from being a massive headache.

 Then there was the headache of the child, being persistent at being underfoot. He almost missed the pictures he ceased providing.

 The entire drama was grating on his nerves, he was going to step on the boy if he wasn’t expertly cautious. He usually was. The issue now was a child that was constantly on his heels, appearing out of nowhere – teleporting he suspected – just to be RIGHT THERE. Darting in, and keeping close whenever he wanted to relocate to a room or get away. If he wasn’t keeping strict vigil at every pause or turn, the child just was Ṭ̶̖͈͍̒h̶̹̬͆ȅ̵̦͉̬r̶̘̜̈̈̆̋ȩ̸̫͉̱̑̎. He didn’t understand this sport, he's certain Mono did it to be a nuisance. It reached the point where he anticipated the child’s presence and then physically relocated him, a shelf or cabinet. Some out of the way location, where the child would be forced to pause and judge where to go before engaging all over. Enough time for him to reach a room and just… take a breather. Or leave. Then the child had the audacity to give him the most offended look.

 This didn’t compare to the child’s tendency of resting near or curled up on him. He’d thought the boy was broken of the habit, apparently, he was wrong.

 Most circumstances he could get up, take the child, and set him in his usual nest spot. A dresser in a random room, a hole in the floor, the kitchen - set him down without a bother in the world. Effortless. He envied how the boy could just… slumber without a care, and he could deal with that.

 Not always though.

 “Mono.” The Thin Man wanted to sit and read, let the drilling ache of the light burn out his eyes. Then, there was the child. Latched onto his coat. He did not want that excessive needling in his side. “Stop. L̶̥͕̾͌ě̸̺t̶͓.̷̥̔͒ͅ ̸͈̘̑G̸̘̅̚o̷͈̝̾̈́.̵̥̙͋̿” The boy was not deterred, maybe still half asleep. Where did this strength come from? “M̴̛͇ỏ̶̧̠̿n̸̨͌̆̎o̵͕̾̇!̷̛̬̎̽̀”

 “Nuhh!”

 “We've been over this.” He tried prying the hands loose, but his other hand was preoccupied with keeping most of the child extracted. The bulb in the lamp burst a while back, when he was first dealing with this dilemma. “What have I said?”

 “N’t un… leave!”

 “I’m not going anywhere.”

 “Lie—” When finally ripped loose of his coat, the child coiled about his wrist with his arms and legs, constricting. “Caught.”

 The Thin Man can’t believe this. “No. I am in the process of liberating my person from this nuisance. Why? Why are you like this?”

 “Aye… mmhh. N’t—” He gave a little yelp, quite loud actually, when the Thin Man gripped at his waist and tried tearing him loose. But gently.

 “What is the problem? Just tell me! I have no plans of leave, I assure you.” His next ploy was wriggle his fingers between his sleeve and the chest. “Frustrating little….”

 “Nhn… not alone. N’have… keep. But th’n gone, wh-un sh’uld stay.” The child doubled down on his embrace, his current hat falling. “N'haunt! Am lost… M’alone. S’t nuh good. Sad! Not have yuh. You. G’t lost. Lost! M’lost. T’h… wa’r mon-st’EER. N’took! Run! M’was run-Ing. Not to fin’d—”

 “You know what, never mind! Mono! E̷͔̞͆n̵͎̝̐͘o̴̪̊̕u̴͓͂̈g̵̡̖̐h̶͕͚͐!̶̥͉͒͠” He looped his fingers around the child’s shoulder and tugged. “D̷̨͈͋̌̉̈͜ǫ̷̛̪̂̔̓.̸̨̜̳̞̇͋̀͘ ̴͍͈̄̃͊͗A̸̛̻͗̓̔s̵͚̹͚̊̓̚͜.̵̨͖̳̼̃̋̊͘ ̶̢̻̙͐̿̊̊Ỉ̴͚̞̈́.̶̤̈͋̃͝ ̵̳͍̘S̵̞̘̪̬̓̀̊̎â̵̧̱͒ÿ̷̡̨̲́̓!̷͇̔͝” The child gave a muffled squeal. “Stop!”

 “Sa’id keep! N’t uhn leave! For-feet!”

 “You first!” The child bit into his sleeve, and the Thin Man settled him with a glare. Biding time to study this scene, and the small thing latched tight like a tick. “How long do you think you’ll keep this up?” For emphasis, he tugged at the collar of the child’s coat. As expected, the boy coiled up tighter, his glare just as intense. “I do not sleep, child.” Mono hissed.

 This stalemate endured for an hour at least. The child’s resolve and ferocity was something to be admired, but all the Thin Man need do was sit and keep his arm elevated. No matter the tenacity or vigor, Mono was still child and his reserves at their limits. At long last and after an unrelenting hold on the child’s collar, Mono’s grip slackened. Not entirely, but enough that he could pull the boy clear from his arm.

 Before the child could recover and reassert his super adhesive hold, the Thin Man resituated his stance in a glitchy flash. He set the boy onto the floor and teleported beyond the entry of his current lodgings, well out of range should his pursuer attempt to catch up.

 “Hai.” Mono fumbled to get upright and onto his feet, but he was out of sorts with his knotted muscles. He managed two steps under the table before he collapsed to his knees. Bones and nerves alike buzzed, he could scarcely feel his toes. “Wait?” Unable to coordinate himself, he scooted up beneath one of the chairs and peered out.

 At best it only worked to let the child wear himself out. Now liberated from the smaller, the Thin Man could relocate to one of the spare rooms. If the boy came snooping around, he would simply stall time and flicker out. One certainty, he would not have the luxury to be still for some while. But whatever, he spent the better part of his life seated and waiting for… anything. Something.

 He stood beside the cracked window in the room furthest from the dining setup, breathing smoke and remembering the Tower. Lost to his isolation and languishing within the miasma of grim thoughts, left with only memories of what led to his self-imposed contrition. Sometimes he hid under the chair, wallowing and inconsolable. He never went far. As idiotic as it would sound, it became his home. He had no more wants, no more fears – though he was never happy either. How could he? Though refuge was granted, he had nothing and no one else in all the world. He remained because she discarded him, and the Tower encased him with its impenetrable walls of cynicism.

 When at his weakest, the Eyes would appear. To check on him, make certain he had not left them. They did nothing to assure his attendance, nothing short of keeping a room that was his and his alone. Every time they resurfaced, he simply sent them away.

 It was his chore to remind them, they could not, and shall never look at him. If they wanted to use him, then they could not bother him. Not watch, nor think about him. Just as he had limitations of what could be tolerated, they had restrictions of what could be done to him. They had plenty to seek through the transmitter devices and televisions, and then he gave them more. But he could not be reminded they would always be there, waiting. Endlessly hungry.

 The child is only this way because he does not know any better. He never saw the depths of that horrendous pit. Never once saw what was to be his fate, abandoned to endlessly waiting. Continue the cycle. Seek your younger, replace yourself when you have outlived usefulness. Always and perpetually discarded and forgotten. When he first came to that place and that room, buried deep inside a tomb and isolated from the world, it was his fate alone. Not until much-much-much later did he realize the truth. The boy would never understand, could never grasp the reality of their twisted existence. He was yet only child – naïve, sheltered, and excessively needy.

 When the boy managed to sort himself out, the Thin Man would be inclined to let his guard down. It was discouraging that his younger-self was prone to relapse, but it was some facet to keep attention on. Such moods would pass, they always did.

Next

[robbyrobinson]

CTHULHU MYTHOS X OWL HOUSE: GODS AWAKEN (XVIII)

Helicopters hovered over the city at a slight distance from the onslaught of the raging fires. Buildings were reduced to rubble from the relentless attacks of the metallic armor. At roughly four o’clock, the National Guard was ordered to fend off the assaults.

Tanks and heavy-armed trucks arrived amongst the crowds of panicking people and parked in front of them. The general emerged from one of the trucks to observe the scene. His thick fingers curled as he gestured to his men to take their shields. They formed a long line and drew their shields sharply. They glued their feet to the ground to tighten their grips.  

The suits of armor wheezed and stumbled along in their sluggish pace. Black ooze leaked through the cracks of the metallic plates. Deathly drones of pain bellowed from deep within them, an unearthly sing song tune. With the general’s approval, one of the tanks directed its gun at the metal suits and fired.  

“Alright, men, look alive,” the general announced.  

A thick smoke obscured the suits of armor from the National Guard’s eye. Without warning, a red tow truck was tossed in their direction.

“Take cover!” he yelled.

The tow truck rammed into the soldiers, destroying the blockade on impact. The suits attacked the soldiers with violent kicks and thrashing. Soldiers were picked up and tossed into buildings like sacks of potatoes. Many soldiers brandished their knives and were able to strike a few blows on them, but they were largely overpowered and mauled. The crowds of civilians dispersed to escape the madness but were also caught in the onslaught.  

“Yes, I have just received word that the blockade the National Guard attempted has failed.” The anchorwoman from before looked down, befuddled. “There had been an announcement by the mayor that he is issuing an evacuation of the city.”  

Luz and Amity ran out of the workshop with Hypnos following slowly behind. “Never get old like me, kids; your fragile bones will bend and tear out of their sockets.”  

“Where did these armor suits come from?” Luz asked aloud “and who sent them?”  

“Must have been Lord Belos,” Amity noted, “just a hunch given the...futuristic aesthetic.”  

“You do have that book hidden away, right human?” Hypnos asked.  

In Luz’s hand, she held a bag. The bag appeared small on the outside, but it was vastly larger on the inside capable of holding an infinite number of items. The Necronomicon was snuggly tucked away in that pocket dimension. The back of the book was laced with papers that had the fire glyphs on them so that when the opportunity presents itself, Luz would activate the glyphs and it would set the book ablaze.  

“I sense that they must be here for that book in your possession,” Hypnos said.

“We have to get back to the Isles, then,” Amity said. She looked at the frail old man. “Do you have a portal to the Isles in your workshop?”  

Hypnos crossed his arms. “An infinite number of portals. Don’t even begin to assume that your world is impenetrable from me.”  

Luz firmly gripped the bag. “We can’t go back now.”  

Amity’s head swerved back almost falling off. “Why not?”  

“We can’t let Emperor Belos’ army level this city. And besides, what if Belos had laid a trap for us when we got back?”  

“Well, that could may as well be true, but-”  

“And what could you possibly do anyway?” Hypnos interrupted, “Amity doesn’t have her witch body so she cannot do magic without her bile sac, and Luz, magic is scarce in the Earth realm; you cannot even use those glyphs here, can you?”  

Luz kicked her foot in dejection. “That is true, I admit.”  

“The only suggestion I have is to allow yourself to be captured.”  

“Wha?” Amity shouted.  

“Sh...sh...” Hypnos held his bony finger in front of his mouth. “If you truly care about these civilians, then perhaps offering yourselves up will be a temporary fix to avoid further harm.”  

Luz and Amity looked at each other for a considerably long time, dread being the most prevalent emotion they were feeling. They heard the sound of screaming coming from the civilians being cornered by the armored fiends. Amity saw the determination in Luz’s eyes, the same determination she saw back when she properly met her at the witch convention. Luz was a lot of things: reckless, stupid...very, very stupid...well, she could take it a step further and call her an idiot who also was rather intolerable once her mind became fixed on the subject at the time. But she was also very compassionate and considerate. It was this reason, or a combination of all the aforementioned reasons, that Amity couldn’t help but love her.

“If that is what it takes to stop Belos, then I guess we can do it,” Luz said at last.  

She took the horn and handed it to Hypnos. “Will you take this back to the Boiling Isles for us?”  

Hypnos nodded. “I will, darling; besides, from what I am sensing, King and the others are at Belos’ kingdom as we speak.”  

As he turned to head back into the store, Luz stopped him again. “Could I ask something else of you?”  

“What is it, child?”  

“Could we have the jar with the shoggoth inside it?”  

“My, whatever for?”  

“It’s just that I feel we might need it once we get back to the Isles,” Luz explained.  

Hypnos sighs. “Kids these days.”  

Odalia was levitating in the air with the staff in her hand. She watched the armors dismantle cars and tossing scraps of metal onto the mass of panicking people. A wicked smirk was on her face. For so long she had reviled humans, something every witch in the Boiling Isles was drilled into believing by the Emperor. It brought a little bit of warmness in her petrified heart that pumped the blood of her bloodline. After waiting a few minutes for her targets to come out of hiding, she was slowly becoming bored.  

She scanned the surroundings and saw a row of six people running in the same direction. She pointed the staff towards the group and began to charge the staff. A red, all-consuming glow illuminated from the gem before a huge, red wave of energy bolted from it. It sliced into the concrete, creating a large, continuous array of cracks. Underneath the concrete, an earthquake shuffled the chunk of the road the six people were stranded on. Powerless, Odalia floated over to the civilians, intimidating them with her staff.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

A portly man took a knee, holding his hands to shield his face. “Please, ma’am, spare us!”  

Odalia scoffed at the man. “A spineless rat; unsurprising of you lowly human scum.”  

She shot a red ball towards him to force him to step back. Once he did, he was cowering with the others stranded. Odalia eyed each of them, uncertain of what to do at the moment to them. “You may not move until I figure out what to do with you miserable creatures.”  

“Please don’t kill us!” a red-haired woman yelled incessantly.  

“I won’t,” Odalia said in false assurance, “as long as you do what I say.”

“Mrs. Blight, you better stop what you’re doing at once!”  

Odalia turned around and saw two young women standing under the disheveled road. “Ah, you’re the famous Luz Noceda I have been hearing an awful lot about?”  

“How do you know it’s us?” Luz asked. “I look nothing like the wanted picture I have back in the Isles.”  

Odalia laughed. “Essential salts, human. There exists a deeper magic one that is incomprehensible to lowly people as you.”  

Amity stepped in front of Luz giving her mother a hateful stare. “Mom, why are you laying this attack on Luz’s home?”  

“Our emperor Belos had granted me entry into the Emperor’s Coven.”  

Amity’s eyes widened behind her glasses. “Impossible; that goes against the entire method of enlisting witches to join the coven. And I thought you...”  

Odalia tilted her staff. “Regardless of how I got myself into this lavish position, Emperor Belos entrusted me with carrying out his will; the Day of Unity has begun!”  

Luz stepped closer. “Mrs. Blight, I mean no disrespect because you are my good friend’s mother, but can’t you see that Belos wishes to destroy this world?”  

Odalia scoffed. “Who cares about this meaningless world when through my master we can make new ones?”  

Amity clenches her fists. “You are willing to sell what dignity you have left to some maniac?”  

“How dare you speak of Emperor Belos in such disdain!?” She looked at Luz with enough intensity, fire could have danced in them. “What other blasphemous things have you been telling her?”  

Odalia levitated down the chunk of road and tapped Luz with the staff. Amity pried it off Luz’s shoulder. “Enough of that!”  

“Why do you care so much for this rat?” Odalia growled “why would you throw away your future by betraying the will of our master all for this miserable planet?”

“All my life, I allowed you to control my life; you made me end my friendship with Willow for your own convenience. You forced me to be friends with Boscha when I hated her. I became some cruel, despicable jerk who only cared about trampling the competition. But...Luz is different. She...liked me for me. Not because I was some upper-class witch; not because I was a Blight. She started off being a nuisance.”  

Luz turned her eyes down. Amity saw this and pat her shoulder. They looked at each other for a long time as if they were having a mental conversation. Luz nodded and backed away.  

“But...she helped me that one time when Otabin became a huge monster and nearly destroyed the library; she helped me to face my personal fear; she made me realize how wrong I was to kick Willow out of my life because of some threat you and my Dad made. I realize now that my desires of getting enlisted into the Emperor’s Coven was truly not what I wanted.”  

Odalia raised her eyebrow. “Oh? And why is that?”  

“You were the one that really wanted to be a part of the Emperor’s Coven, weren’t you?”  

Odalia leaned back, stammering. “What? No, it was always-”  

“You failed several times with snagging a spot on the coven, so when you had me, you decided to mold me into wanting that when it was really for you, didn’t you?”  

Odalia scratched her chin for a moment. Another psychotic smirk formed on her lips. “I guess there is no real reason to deny it now; that may as well be the case, but look at you, really.”  

Luz was back to being incensed by what Odalia was implying. “No daughter of mine would ever go out of their way to try to overthrow an empire; why can’t you be more like your siblings?”  

Odalia snapped her fingers to direct the black knight suit to her side. He still had Edric in its colossal hands. It took some time for the two girls to digest what they were seeing, but when it hit them, it did so like a ton of bricks. Amity held the palms of her hands against her mouth to stifle a scream. Edric looked worse than he was initially; now it appeared that his skin was barely holding onto his bones. He was cut down from his initial bodyweight now reminding Amity of the fragility of a butterfly. Edric wheezed but it hurt him immensely like pins were being jabbed into him.  

“Mom...what...what have you done to him?” Amity asked demandingly.  

“Just necessary sacrifices for the future of the Isles,” Odalia stated plainly.  

The cold, disconnected way Odalia exposed her sins unsettled the two. They had thought they could reason with her without being provoked into fighting her (especially because of their magic being gone due to their new bodies), but all bets were off in that moment.  

Amity made a grab for the staff and grappled with it. “What are you little miscreant doing now!?”  

“I am going to break that staff in two to deprive you of whatever pleasure you derive from it!”  

The two family members continued to grabble for the staff when Luz saw the six people still stuck. She looked around for some way to get up there. Sweat beat down the two females’ foreheads the more they struck at each other. Her mother was a lot of things, but she could not deny that she was skilled in her craft. Amity clamped her teeth on her mother’s right arm spurring her into screaming. When she shrieked, she unwittingly cast a red ball of destructive power towards a building and it shattered all the glass in the building and destroyed the foundation.  

A nerve pulsated against Odalia’s forehead. “Enough of this!”  

She smacked Amity across the street causing her to hit a light post. She darted her eyes and saw Luz trying to find a way to get to the captives. Odalia sat down on the staff and made an upward flying motion. The dark magic inside the staff activated and shot Odalia skyward. The six were roughly forty feet from the ground and in danger of falling from the height.  

The captives were once again washed in fear. She scanned them over. Besides the fat man and the red-haired girl, there was a short, bearded man without any hint of hair on his head and an orange shirt and blue jeans. Another one was an elderly woman with two kids to her side. Since they looked like her, Odalia could infer that they must have been the woman’s grandchildren.  A boy and a girl. Odalia smiled again and flew closer towards the woman. She clung onto the sides of the kids’ arms. She was five feet tall as opposing Odalia’s height at 6 ft 1 in, but she was stout for her age.  

“Don’t you even think of harming my grandkids, ya witch!”  

“Why thank you,” Odalia said, “they always said that the older you are, the wiser you get.”  

She grabbed the old woman’s shoulders and pitched her aside. The two siblings tried to run, but the older woman was quicker. She seized both of them by the arm and flew back down with the staff. Both of the children were sobbing loudly, mucus dripping from their noses. Odalia presented the two children before a concerned Luz.  

“What are you thinking of doing with those kids!?”  

“A little game; I am sure that you know why I am here?”  

Luz nodded.  

Odalia firmly propped the tip of the staff under the chin of the young boy who was no more than eight. Luz’s eyes widened. There was no way that Odalia would do what she thought.  

“I will give you till the count of three to hand over the Necronomicon to me in orderly fashion, or I will use the unholy power of the Outer God to tear this cockroach’s head clean off.”  

“Odalia, ma’am, please,” Luz begged, “this is madness!”  

“I am already on 2 right now, human,” Odalia announced, “use your time wisely.”  

Odalia activated the magic within the gem and it glowed again. The boy’s tears rolled down his cheeks and underneath his tilted neck. Odalia kept her eyes locked onto the human girl while still holding a praying mantis-like grip on her victim.  

Luz scrambled with her bag and opened it. Amity awoke from her unconsciousness to see Luz retrieving the Necronomicon. They both shared a look of equal concern and the mutual understanding. Luz breathed heavily and slipped the evil book from the deepest compartments of the bag. She then placed the Necronomicon on the ground and slid it towards the mad woman.  

“There; now let them both go.”  

Odalia lifted her hands allowing the sobbing boy to wrestle his way out of her grip. He met up with his sister and, without much prompt, they darted away to find their grandmother. Odalia grabbed the book and held it with both of her hands.  

“Wise choice, human.”  

Odalia placed two fingers into her mouth to whistle. And it is with that, the armor suits stopped their senseless rampages and turned to look at their leader. They wheezed and continually broke apart piece by piece only to try to reassemble themselves. Luz covered her ears when she heard the screaming that the armor suits were making. But their screaming was done completely inside of their minds. Hundreds, maybe thousands of shrieks of burning, electric misery was ringing in their spiritual eardrums. All the screams came together to form one unison of endless suffering in a cataclysmic symphony.  

Each scream was like rusted nails scratching against an endless array of chalkboards. A piercing, sharp pain to obliterate one’s eardrums. Whatever these suits of armor were, they were conceived through an insidious ritual and are desperate for the sweet release of death.

“Luz? What is it?”  

Luz found herself sprawling on the ground with Amity to her side. Unlike her human friend, Amity heard screaming, but it was not of the visceral variety. But Luz felt her mind becoming undone, or, worse yet, melting and pooling out her ears. Odalia walked towards her amused.

“It’s an odd thing, really. With that kind of response, I assume that you personally knew those witches whose souls were welded to make the armor?”  

Luz looked up; her eyes bloodshot. “What?”  

Before she could inquire of the Blight family matriarch further, she and Amity were spirited away by the suits of armor and ushered into a portal.