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luxaofhesperides · 1 year ago

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For the ghostlights drabbles: “Say my name” with a favor being called in?

Duke had saved Phantom years ago, back when he was just out of high school and working to take down a branch of the government that was kidnapping and experimenting on people, targeting magic users and metas. Phantom had been working on his own to take them down, and they met in the middle, trashing a lab and freeing as many people as they could.

They had managed to shoot his back, knocking him down and making him bleed a glowing green. Phantom couldn’t move, protecting two kids with his body, and Duke couldn’t reach them in time before they were taken away by another swarm of agents.

He was able to go after them in time, free Phantom and the kids, and evacuated the victims before Phantom rained hell down on the facility.

At the end, standing in the background as they watched paramedics treat the victims and take them towards the nearest hospitals, Phantom had turned towards him and thanked him.

Or rather, he thanked the Signal and offered him a bracelet with a rounded orb of ice, glowing faintly in the dark. If you ever need me, he had said, Hold this, and call me name.

Phantom vanished once the last of the victims were transported to a safer location, and Duke hadn’t seen him since.

He’s kept up with news about Phantom as best he can, but from what he could tell, Phantom is based primarily in Amity Park, Illinois, and the town is fiercely protective of their hero. News rarely leaks out of there, and with them running on their own servers and independent internet, it was nearly impossible to get in from the outside.

Phantom remained a curious and distant figure in Duke’s life. He holds onto the bracelet still, guarding it carefully and sometimes running his fingers over the ice that never melts.

But he doesn’t call in that favor. He’s never to.

At least, not until now.

Sucking in a breath, Duke prepares himself and holds the orb of ice in the palm of his hand. He’s in civies, unable to hide his identity for this, and closes his eyes. “Phantom,” he says.

For a moment, nothing happens. Duke blinks his eyes open and frowns, mind already forming new plans to contact Phantom. Then the ice goes bitingly cold, almost painful, and the temperature in the room drops dramatically. The ice lifts up from his hand, floating in the air, then cracks open.

White-blue light spills out of it, growing brighter as it seems to swallow up the room entirely. Duke hurries to back up, an arm thrown up to protect his eyes. His breath mists out before him and he shivers as the sound of ice cracking fills the room.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, the light disappears and the cold fades away like a bad dream.

Slowly, Duke lowers his arm and looks up at Phantom, floating in the middle of his living room with a crown made of ice, engulfed in blue fire, hovers above his head. He looks older, more regal, holding his head high.

He regards Duke carefully for a minute, then tilts his head and says, “Signal?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Man, I’m so glad you came.”

“You… need help with something? You’re calling in your favor now, right?”

Duke nods. He understands Phantom’s confusion; being in the hero business means that favors like these tend to be used only during the most hopeless of times, when the world is close to ending, when the chances of getting out of a situation alive is close to impossible. It’s exactly the kind of thing Duke was expecting to call Phantom in for.

Not the kid sleeping on his couch.

“You’re a ghost, yeah?”

Phantom blinks at him. “Ghost king, now. Why?”

“Well…” Duke rubs the back of his neck, nervously. “I didn’t really know who else to call, and I can’t do this on my own since I’m not a ghost. But this kid got attached to me and won’t leave, so now I’m taking care of her and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“I don’t know why you think I have any experience with kids but—”

“She’s a ghost.”

Phantom stops short. “Ah. I see.” He floats down until his feet touch the floor, and then he’s standing like any other person. “Where…?”

Duke looks past Phantom’s shoulder, and Phantom turns to follow his gaze. Chelsea, the ghost girl, looks to be around nine years old and is fast asleep on the couch, curled up under Duke’s softest blanket.

“Signal,” Phantom says quietly, “What, exactly, is the favor you need from me?”

“You can say no,” Duke starts. “I get that this is a lot. But I need help raising her. And since you’re a ghost, I figured you could help me learn about the ghostly side of things. You don’t have to raise her with me or anything! Just… I would appreciate any help you’re willing to give me.”

Phantom doesn’t say no. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares down at Chelsea, an unreadable expression on his face.

On the couch. Chelsea shifts in her sleep, brows furrowing as she makes a choked noise in the back of her throat.

Moving on autopilot after so many nights of this routine, Duke kneels next to the couch, fishing one of her hands from beneath the blanket. He gives it a few reassuring squeezes, keeping it a slow rhythm to pull her gently from her nightmare. She settles down in just a minute, brow smoothing out as she continues to sleep.

The silence grows and Duke is all too aware that his heart is the only one beating.

He doesn’t hear Phantom move. Doesn’t realize he’s right next to him until he sees Phantom’s hand reach out towards Chelsea. When Duke looks, Phantom is sitting on the floor next to Duke, looking at Chelsea with something soft and devastated in his eyes. His hand hovers about her head for a long moment, then slowly lowers to rest on her head.

The touch looks gently, barely putting any pressure on her head, but it’s enough to make Chelsea’s eyes snap open, suddenly wide awake. She stares at Phantom with wide eyes, then sits up and looks between him and Duke.

“Who are you?” she asks in a small voice that makes Duke want to stand against the world to keep her safe.

Phantom smiles. It’s casual and charming and makes him look like anyone else, as if he’s not a powerful king from a realm unreachable to humans. “Hi there,” he says, “I’m Danny. I’m a ghost like you. Signal called me and asked me to meet you.”

The Ghost King is good with kids. Who would have thought?

Chelsea looks at him for confirmation and only relaxes when he nods. “I’m Chelsea. What do you mean ghost? I’m not dead.”

Both he and Phantom tense, carefully keeping their expressions neutral. She hasn’t told him much at all, just that her parents were gone and forgot her and she got hurt, so she wanted to stay with ‘Mr. Signal’ because he’s a hero and heroes keep people safe and he was the only one who was Black like her. Duke hadn’t had the heart to say no, and began searching for her family, only to find that her parents had fled the state, and likely the country, after killing their only child through neglect and a dangerous environment.

It was then that he realized that her powers were not because she was a meta, but because she was ghost.

It still hurts to realize how young she is, how much of her life had been stolen from her in an instant. Duke hadn’t been brave enough to broach the topic with her, instead choosing to let her grow comfortable in his presence, get them both settled into a routine now that he was her primary guardian.

“I know it sounds scary,” Phantom says, “And you may not want to believe me, but it’s true. I’m sorry that you died so young, but that just means you get to hang out with me and other ghosts from now on!”

Chelsea crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him. “I am not dead,” she says.

“Cici, I’m sorry to say this, but you are,” Duke cuts in. “That’s why I called… Danny. You have new powers as a ghost, and he can help you get used to them.”

“I’m not dead!” she says again.

“Kid,” Phantom begins, but Chelsea shakes her head hard and hops off the couch.

“I’m not lying! Watch, I’ll prove it to you!” She closes her eyes and scrunches up her nose, concentrating. Her hands curl into tight fists by her sides, and the glow around her grows dim. Two faint, stuttering rings of light appear around her waist. They flicker and wobble in the air, as if weak and uncertain of their own existence, then split apart, one moving up towards her head while the other falls to her feet.

Beside him, Phantom sucks in a sharp breath, but Duke can’t turn to see what’s wrong when he’s trying to take in the sight of Chelsea suddenly full of vibrant color, looking more solid that he’s ever seen her, very much alive.

“See?” she says proudly, lifting her arms and doing a spin to show off her right she was. “I told you I’m not dead!”

“No, you’re not,” Phantom agrees, sounding shell-shocked. When Duke is finally able to look away from Chelsea to check on him, he looks awed. There’s the smallest smile on his face, just the slightest upturn of his lips, but it makes him look softer.

Duke turns his attention back to Chelsea before he can be caught staring. “Cici, can you come here for a second?”

She goes before he’s finished speaking, crossing the space between them in a single jump, then grins up at him. Her hair is a bit of a mess, the two buns he managed to get her hair into falling askew. He makes a note to visit the old aunties in the Narrows later to ask them to teach him how to do hair. For now, he holds out a hand and Chelsea drops an arm into it.

It seems to good to be true, having her be alive, but her pulse is steady and strong when he presses his thumb against the inside of her wrist.

“Well,” he says, leaning back and letting go of her arm. “You certainly proved us wrong.”

Chelsea doesn’t have much time to look smug before PHantom quietly says, “You’re like me.”

“What?”

“You’re like me,” he tells Chelsea. “A halfa.”

She tilts her head to one side. “What’s that?”

“Someone who is half human and half ghost. Both dead and alive.”

Duke blinks, taking in the words, then turns to face Phantom so quickly he’s worried he might give himself whiplash. Halfa, he said. Like me, he said.

And sure enough, two rings of light, bright and strong, appear around Phantom’s waist before splitting in half, moving over his entire body.

Gone is the Ghost King, all powerful and adorned in dark clothing with a crown of ice above his head. In his place is a guy who looks to be Duke’s age, eyes a deep blue and his black hair messy, feet set solidly on the floor. He looks completely normal, completely human, and no longer an impossibility.

“You still up for learning how to use all your new powers?” Phantom asks.

Chelsea grins. “Yeah!” And then, with a quick flick of her eyes going from Phantom to Duke that he almost misses, very innocently asks, “Are you going to stay with us then?”

“I… don’t know?” Phantom looks to Duke for an answer.

Already, Duke can see this going two ways. The correct way forward, the normal one, has Phantom popping in every so often, taking Chelsea out for a few hours to work on training her and her powers. It’s easy and routine and they can keep their boundaries uncrossed and be professional.

The other path is what Duke wants most that he shouldn’t impose onto the literal Ghost King. He could have Phantom living with them while he’s on Earth and out of Amity Park, having a place at the table, a section in the closet for his own clothes, a quietly domestic night together while Chelsea sleeps where they can get to know each other more, get to know each other outside of news reports and texts on a screen.

“You can stay with us if you want,” Duke offers, casually, “It might keep my apartment safe from her powers acting up on their own again.”

“Are you sure? I could always just fly in on the weekends or something.”

“I’d appreciate having you around. So you can help Cici.”

“If you don’t mind,” Phantom says, looking away. Like this, fully alive with a beating heart, it’s easy to see the blush steal away across his cheeks.

“I don’t.”

“I don’t either!” Chelsea pops in, looking far too gleeful by their awkward conversation.

Duke can’t help but laugh, feeling lighter than he had in ages. The relief of knowing that Chelsea is alive, for the most part at least, eases the guilt of thinking he had been too late to save her, that there was no chance she could have made it out and had a future, makes him feel weak. All the exhaustion of the past few weeks hits him all at once and he wants nothing more than to collapse in bed and sleep for twelve hours.

“Alright, squirt,” he says, reaching out to pat her head. “It’s late. We can talk more in the morning, so go to bed. In your actual bed this time, not on the couch.”

Chelsea stands up taller, ready to argue, but Duke gives her a Look™ and she quickly shuts her mouth, nods, and drags her feet back to her room (the former guestroom he can never give any of the other Waynes ever again, once they find out about her).

Sighing, Duke collapses onto the couch once he hears the door shut behind her. Phantom joins him after a few seconds, sitting tentatively on the edge of the couch. The cushion moves beneath his weight, another reminder of how solid and alive he is right not.

Duke wants to touch him, to reach out and feel for himself his pulse, the warmth of his body, his chest lifting with each breath.

He doesn’t move. He stays where he is, hands carefully still, and tries to think past the dizzying thoughts of she’s still alive, I’m not too late, he’s still here, he’s alive.

“Rough week?” Phantom asks, voice purposefully light.

“Something like that.”

“You should get some sleep too.”

“I don’t think I can. Not after everything. My mind’s too loud right now.”

Phantom shifts closer to him, hesitant in a way that Duke has never seen before in him, and asks, “Want me to stay with you until you mind quiets down some?”

“Yeah. I’d like that. Thanks, Phantom.”

“You know, if I’m going to be around so often as Chelsea’s halfa mentor, then you might as well call me Danny.”

Truth be told, Duke didn’t think that was his real name. He’s glad to know it’s not.

“Then call me Duke.”

“...Are you sure? You could still hide your identity from me.”

“Nah, I trust you. A name for a name, yeah?”

Danny smiles. “Duke,” he says, testing out the name, and it’s never sounded better than when it falls from Danny’s mouth.

“Danny,” Duke returns. He belatedly realizes that they’ve leaned towards each other, drawn together like gravity, stuck in each other’s orbit. It feels natural. It feels like this is where they’re meant to be.

Maybe he should be more cautious. They’ve only meant once before, after all. But he’s read all he could on Phantom and has seen how Amity Park loves him. He’s stressed and exhausted and trying to figure out how to look after a half-ghost child that’s already been dealt a bad hand in life. He should be keeping Phantom at a distance, watching over him carefully to ensure he isn’t a threat to Chelsea.

But Duke saw how he acted with Chelsea, so gentle and understanding and kind. That’s all he needed to see.

He may not know much about Danny, but he knows this: he is trustworthy.

Enough to entrust his identity to him.

Enough to entrust Chelsea to him.

It’s more than a favor; it’s a promise to walk this road together.

There’s no one he’d rather do this with.

“Thanks,” he says again, “For all of this. I know it’s a lot.”

Danny shrugs. “I don’t mind. Really. It’s nice to know there’s another halfa out there, no matter how she came to be one. Makes things feel less lonely.”

“Will you tell me more about halfas?”

“Later. Once you get some proper rest. We’ve got time, haven’t we?”

“We do,” Duke agrees, affection settling warm in his chest. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Learning how to control her new powers won’t be easy for Chelsea. Learning how to take care of her won’t be easy. Learning how to do things together, as Duke and Danny rather than the Signal and Phantom, won’t be easy. But Duke knows with a certainty he feels in his bones that they’re going to be fine.

So long as they’ve got each other, they’ll be fine.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #thought a lot abt what the favor could be but i could not resist the idea of surprise co-parents once i thought of it #here's a kid who clings to someone she knows is safe bc she is scared and alone!!#heres a stressed out hero trying to take care of a kid with no knowledge of how to do that!! and the kid is a ghost!!#heres a ghost king expecting to be used as a weapon and called in for a big battle suddenly finding another halfa!!!#so much going on here. so much to think abt with this!!!!!#i do love found family like this where they all kinda stumble into it and do their best to make it good #also could not resist making yet another oc. chelsea has my whole heart i love her <3 shes my daughter first #the bats dont know abt chelsea yet!! bc she can go invisble. its all been instinct every time they pop over to visit duke #soon she'll be able to control it and meet them properly #by properly i mean dukes gonna go over for sunday brunch and a little girl is gonna pop out from behind him like 'hi! im new!'#they will all love her of course. they will be shocked but happy!!#and a little less happy abt the GHOST KING duke has been hiding in his apartment that hes co-parenting with #sorry for the long tags im obsessed w this idea i want to Expand on it #maybe one day... with my other wips out of the way...

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kakooshi · 10 months ago

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My Hero Academia is ending in 5 chapters so that there will be a sequel where Bakudeku are married and they start a hero agency with Shouto as their sexy secretary. And they all fall in love while trying to navigate post-war society and make it a better one for both heroes and villains. It's true, HORI TOLD ME.

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fffalco · 5 days ago

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1 need to see them hang1ng 1n the street

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marshymarge · 5 months ago

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screaming crying puking shitting pissing why doesnt anybody love farkas why does everyone shit all over him why do they agree with his baseless self-deprecation why why why why why

#he is so smart!!! he is so fuckign smart but everyone just treats him like shit #its genuinely so fucking depressing that he's just convinced that he's everything his brother is but Less #like no dude!!! youre literally so much More!!!!!#like i just want to give farkas a hug and lots of verbal reassurance #like everytime he says some shit ab like “oh youre probably looking for my brother hes the smart one :/” i wanna scream #like no baby im looking for you!! came here for You!! i hate this werewolf shit but i love you so im gonna fuckin do it!!#hes not a fucking icebrain hes a fireheart he has great joy and love burning within!!!!!#plus its dumb as FUCK for literally ANY of the companions to call him stupid. like you FUCKING RAISED HIM #if hes that fuckign dumb why didnt you guys.....oh idk...... fucking TEACH HIM BETTER #like eat shit i hate them tbh #and FUCK kodlak for that whole “hes too kindhearted” bullshit fuck you #fuck you kodlak youre so filled w heart that you wanna go to sovngarde you bitch you dont get to say shit ab other people's hearts #PLUS THE FACT THAT IT IMPLIES THAT BEING KIND = BEING UNINTELLIGENT #like FUCK that shit fuck that shit!!!!! you literally cannot be truly smart without also being truly kind!!!!!!!! its fuckin impossible!!!#farkas the smartest one in there frfr #personal #skyrim #farkas

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yoroshiu · 4 months ago

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Isn't it funny that most of the games in Kingdom Hearts end in tragedies, or very bittersweetly, AT BEST. And even the handful that are technically happy endings have the underlying pressure of the upcoming battle, so nothing is ever truly "outright happy."

#kingdom hearts #kh #i think that's part of the beauty and power of kh #the fact that it unintentionally and intentionally has that whiplash of the absurdity of mashing Disney and FF together #but still makes an earnest narrative that isn't afraid to explore things identity and trauma and mental health #is why it resonates so much with people who are willing to look beyond the “hehe disney x FF funny game lore doesn't make sense” image #and yes this series is ridiculous and goofy but also a lot of characters get fates worse than death and more often than not #have to keep pushing forward whether it gets addressed or not #my most favorite thing is seeing people who don't know kh not only get flabbergasted by the complexity (that stems from how abstract kh's #themes/concepts are) but be shocked by how moving and tragic it is #no kh does not have the typical “they lived happily ever after”#in fact they rarely do #but the fact it hinges so much on hope kinda hits differently #it's not hope full of sunshine and flowers but hope that stems from tears and separation and so much internal conflict yet carrying so much #love to not erase the cracks but fill them in gold #im starting to not make sense aren't i #anyway play kingdom hearts ehe #yoroshiu rambles

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mystxmomo · 1 month ago

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Two more drow for the road?

I've been throwing around a few character concepts with Cari over the last week or two. The first one is the promised House Weapons Master for Sabdra's house. He's relevant during Enclave's early life. The second character is one I haven't talked about publicly before, but wanted to throw together the reference sheet for while I was in the mood to do design stuff.

Design notes for the two of them are under the cut.

Beltrin Torndar

I already talked a little bit about him in that big lore-post, and implied a little on what his role in the story would be. So his section of the post is going to be a little bit shorter, especially compared to the next one. But I've been sitting on this guy's design WIP for a hot second now, and honestly I want to be able to start posting stupid shit posts with him so we're just going to barrel into it.

Weapons Master for House Torndar, Beltrin is every bit as ambitious and arrogant as you'd expect him to be. He's not particularly good at playing the wider societal game of social chess, because he's a little too stupid to actually be cunning, but he IS good at playing the Sabdra game (: Where you both get Sabdra's attention and keep her interested enough not to kill you. So credit where it's due.

Clothing design, I wanted to soften up his clothing compared to what the normal angular Lolth-society style is. Given that he's under Sabdra's house, her fashion sensibilities are bleeding into what he wears, as he's dressing specifically to impress her and keep her happy with his presence. I also think the softer design choices are a fun contrast to his role as a strict melee fighter. He has no particularly strong feelings on this.

Normally I don't share name meanings explicitly, but his name means burned, burning, fire, flame // clan, house, merchant, of the house. However, the reason I picked it was because the prefix "Bel" has a lot of associations to me of real world prefix that I think can be fun (Belladonna like the poisonous plant // Bella just being beautiful in a lot of languages.)

"???"

Cari and I have been calling them by the title The False Chosen, and I'm going to keep doing that.

I want to do something with the note that some of Selvetarm's followers are working to free him from Lolth, and how little he cares or answers their prayers. So, the main point of conception for this character is as a chosen for a god, not chosen by the god themself, but by the church in service to the god. This character in particular is also born at the tail end of the Masked Lady era. Like Vhaeraun, Selvetarm is dead. So their goal is two fold - Bring him back, and bring him back "right." And take out anything in the way of that goal.

Vibe-wise, they're based on HEAVILY on the way slasher movie villains move and feel. One one hand, it's the constant, suffocating threat that comes with something that always seems to be able to keep going. On the other hand, most slasher movie villains are often written to be rather sympathetic figures lashing out due to the circumstances they were in. I think that contrast has always been rather interesting, and something I hope to play into with this one. Their motivation is honorable, and they clearly have a point of trauma in their backstory given the scars and lack of arms. But do we ever get to know it? Do we ever get to understand them? Or are they a threat before they're a person now.

I want there to be an intentional and true denial of identity within their presence. They are a reflection of the most extreme version of what drow society expects of their soldiers and people. Because even when separated from Lolth and fighting against her, the trauma of what their society exists around remains.

Honestly? Easiest physical character design I've ever done. Other than the prosthetics (of which I want to do a full study on, in the near future) and scarring I want them to come across as an otherwise standard drow warrior. Their armor is taken entirely from FR official art, their hair is pretty standard elf hair without much style variation. I almost gave them the spider-leather cloak seen on the first drow in the official art as well, but I think that's too much accessorization for what we're going for here. Perhaps it's something they could wear in the future... one day.

The only other note for their physical appearance I want to add, for my benefit, is in regards to the hair. I've always found it really charming when edgy emo hair covers up something like a scar or mark. I wanted to subvert that a little. Their hair is covering up the side of their face that remains unharmed. Perhaps theres something of a metaphor in that, perhaps not.

Despite all of that, I do want there to be this layer of like? Sincere innocence with them. I think that they are going to be another one that I would mark as "noticeably young by elf standards." Despite everything about them and their goals, they're very sheltered socially and in environment. So perhaps under the bloodshed and violence, a bit of curiosity and innocence remains.

#Enclave you have such a type #One day we're going to get into your insane personality picks for your lovers....#That isn't even gender exclusive. She loves people that fill the void in her heart and give noise to her head #Reference Sheet #The False Chosen #Beltrin #Need the next characters I design for to be either not a drow or a sickly strange woman for my emotional health #Well. Maybe TFC can be a sickly strange woman. If they want to be thats for them to decide #I'm not going to put it in the main part of the post #but. Lmao. Beltrin doesn't know the kids are his btw. He's a little stupid.

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banfiyunna · 4 months ago

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Hello and happy holidays!!!! *throws art of Perkeo I made a bit ago* I hope you enjoy your holiday time!!!! :DDDD

I redid the face a lil while ago because I didn't like how it turned out before :p

(sorry if it's small I think I cropped it weird :P)

MNHSHEJEIEIEOJDHWGW AAAAAAAA

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU YOURE THE BEST I HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY IM HOLDING THIS FOREVER

Sorry I took so long I decided to make a doodle for you. Not as great as what you made tho

#GOING STRAIGHT INTO MY WALL THANK YOU #ive been staring at this all day long waiting for a moment i could answer #i dont say it as much as i want to but i hope you know i appreciate you a lot yk #the best part of tumblr for me is watching you reblog a bunch os stuff with little comments on them and filling my notifs #it's refreshing and warms my heart because thats such a rare sight to see #its nice #ur awesome #i love the art so much thank yoy #staring at it forever #yippieeeee yippieeeeeeeee yippieeeee yaaaayyy yaaaayyyyyy #im so happy life is such a joyous things love and peace on planet earth #man i ate too much im so sleepy rn MNSHSO #if i wasnt i would comment better #but. i love this #very much #thank you #other's awesome art #thewatchingblue #holding hands with moots

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funsize-cenobites · 7 months ago

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I just find it so interesting how over and over and over again Oda shows us how food and the act of preparing and sharing it with others, the act of feeding another, acts as a representation of love and care and good will

Then chose to show us that Mihawk not only fed Zoro and Perona on Kuraigana but made that food with his own hands, hell, it shows us how he grew that food with his own hands.

And people still insist he doesn't care at all past Zoro's potential. Ok.

I just mean.. Oda could've not shown us that. He could've just shown us harshness. Cruelty. Even just pure indifference past Mihawk's teaching. He could've shown us the highlights of Zoro's training and hijinks between Zoro and Perona and absolutely nothing else. But he didn't. He put that in.

And I think it fits. Mihawk is a man of few words, even fewer words he actually means at face value- preferring to keep his heart cards close to his chest while using words and rudeness and apathy to push others away; gathering information rather than allowing others to gain much understanding of him. But hes also a man who once he decides to do something, he does it. To the letter. In the words of Charles Winchester III: He does one thing, he does it well, then he moves on.

He decided to care about for them.

He did it to the best of his ability.

Then he let them go.

Except... I don't think he's finding that last part as easy to do as he once might have. (*Stares pointedly at how achingly lonesome and soft?? the framing of his Cross Guild invitation scene was*)

#dracule mihawk #roronoa zoro #ghost princess perona #I have entirely too many feelings about the Kuraigana Trio and I desperately need more of them #Oda Im on my knees #I know you're busy but ya know.. A side story.. Pls...#Im a 'Mihawk Is Crushingly Lonely and Genuinely Loved Having Those Idiots around' propagandist first #And a person second. Not even a close second either.#ughghhhhhh #Empty halls and empty chairs at empty tables dont fill empty hearts nor empty souls #Perona #hawkeyes mihawk #goth family #Kuraigana trio

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dizzybizz · 2 years ago

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day 4 is reach and naturally my brain reached for an arkco moment...

#I DONT THINK IVE EVER LIKE. LINED AND COLORED A PIECE FOR THEM BEFORE. AND EVEN THIS IS AGOTT FOCUSED #i love arkco so much its unreal how happy the y make me theyre so- the way they inspire eachother. and help eachother and care for eachothe #and it fills my heart with such joy #i adore them #witch hat atelier #wha #tongari boushi no atelier #tbna #my art #whatober23 #im rlly excited for a lot of these prompts ahdshadhhash asehehhehehe #ive needed to get wha art out of my system too so 😌😌😌😌😌#i love all the panels of agott gay panicking. i hold close to my heart. is there a compilation post of them all. otherwise i will make one.#uhm i forgot to tag them in my excitement uh #agott arkrome #coco #arkco

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anotherfandomtrash · 2 years ago

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love lesbians in respectful way

#my art #digital drawing #sketch #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #tgaa #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs #susato mikotoba #ryutaro naruhodo #rei membami #haori murasame #susarei #susahao #ft.asoryuu divorce #lesbian #i love them just love #they're so cute together it's filling my heart with joy #and suddenly I've remembered that I love other things besides rus lit

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mangotelevision · 10 months ago

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Jo9 simple backstories and power overviews

There's not a lot we know about the jury so all of this is very headcannon-y for warning. Some of this might clash with cannon so I'm leaning for this to be more so a part of my rewrite.

Zane Ro’meave (unofficial title: Zane the Undying)

Deemed leader of the Jury of Nine by Lorde Garte, his father, and instead of choosing a ninth guard for his squad he declared himself as worthy enough for the position. Still remains the ninth member of the Jury of Nine to this day and refuses to choose another as he believes one could not wield the power like he does, also refuses to take an official Jury title, feels as though it is beneath him and people should fear his name and his name alone.

Zane was never a guard, never took the oath and never trained as one, took the Jury Leader position per his fathers request after he finished his studies and became the High Priest of O'khasis. He has no knowledge or skill in weapons of any sort, physically he is weak, he uses others to accomplish the things he wants, his conviction and manipulation is his greatest advantage.

Has had the gift of foresight since he was a child, a magic that allows him to read people's thoughts and see fractions of moments of the future. He believes his powers come from the heavens and the stars, that he has a divine right to rule because of his power. He receives something akin to prophecies of the future, vague visions of what will come to pass, these visions have never been wrong- and he cannot change anything no matter how hard he tries. So he desires to seek out a magic that can, something that will provide him with the strength to alter fate.

(He can’t read Aphmau's mind and she has changed a future Zane saw, it was small and minute but it changed, she did something that resulted in his vision being wrong. Zane is never wrong. This is why he is so enamored with her, why he wants her dead- because she’s stronger than him, because she can change fate. It is a power he wants so desperately and if he can’t have it then no one can.)

Janus the Silver Death

Most everything about him is unknown, he is an enigma wrapped in a mystery. He hides behind his helm, and the only person to ever see under the mask and live to tell of it is Zane. Janus is thought to be an elf in some form, no one knows if he’s a full elf or half and he never answers when asked. He is the oldest member of the Jury, no one remembers how long he’s been there, and rumor has it that he’s been protecting the Lords of O'khasis for centuries. It is unclear if he was a guard or not before his Jury position.

Janus wields twin broadswords, one frost and one fire. Expert fighter, no one has ever seen him lose a fight. Although more often than not he relies on his Jury abilities. He is a necromancer of sorts, he possesses the ability to bring back those that his enemies have slain- the more people his opponent has killed, the harder they’ll fall.

It is unknown if he has powers that exist beyond those gifted to him through the Jury.

Katelyn the Fire Fist

Katelyn was sent to the Guard Academy after an “incident” per Lord Garte’s orders. No one is quite sure where she came from or what this incident was but it's largely thought to have been of a violent nature, something bloodied and bruised, although her early life is largely a mystery and she changes the story each time she’s asked. She was exceptional at the academy, a prodigy in combat, but after many disciplinary actions and detentions, Katelyn was expelled due to “excessive violence” and declared unfit to be a Guard. Was placed in the Jury Reserves, where she stayed until a member of the Jury had a more than suspicious death and she rose the ranks per Lord Garte’s orders. She stands as the youngest appointed Juror in recorded Ru’an.

Specializes in hand to hand combat and wields weighted adamantine gauntlets brazened with wyvern claws. Katelyn has magic that exists outside of her Jury powers, she’s a half-witch with a blood magic known as dragon's fire, which gives her the ability to use the fire of a wyvern while being virtually fireproof herself. She is not a traditional witch and cannot be taught any other spells or enchantments, all spells cast from her hands will always fail.

Her Jury power is that of absolute agility, possessing limitless agility, with her balance, bodily coordination, speed, reflexes and strength transcending virtually all other beings. With this power, time moves far slower to Katelyn and she has the endurance to keep it up for prolonged periods of time- no one has ever outpaced her in a fight.

Has a quick temper and doesn't work well with others, easily angered and her fire often burns too hot for her own good, oftentimes more than a little too eager to start a fight.

Lillian the Phantom Sword

Raised in Nahakara Village alongside her cousin Ivy, Lillian became a guard through traditional means. She went to the guard academy when she became of age and excelled in her studies, graduated top of her class and made high Jury List. Served as a guard in her home of Nahakara Village, where she remained second in command until Ivy finished her own guard training.

Lillian became cursed by unknown means while exploring the enchanted forest with Ivy, resulting in her reflection gaining a consciousness and a life of her own. Hears her reflection talking to her, telling her to kill and destroy, overall not good things. She ignored it for as long as she could before eventually stepping down as head guard to seek out someone who could help. She finds Zane, who's idea of helping is bringing the reflection to the physical world and combining the real Lillian with the reflection. The two can switch fronts at will, but the reflection is always in charge, she is always in control in the back of Lillian's mind talking and telling her what to do. Lillian is but a vessel for her reflection.

She wields a simple guards sword without her shield, believing it to be too bulky in combat. Lillian is an expert level swordsman, the above average guard will not win, fighting with her is often thought to resemble a dance with her graceful movements. Her Jury power is that of illusions, she can conjure things out of shadow and mist, make people see things that aren't there. Her powers are significantly stronger and her illusions far more believable when her reflection is casting them.

The reflection is forever grateful to Zane for freeing her and giving her the control and strength over a physical body, she'll obey his every order, she is indebted to him. The reflection of Lillian is his most loyal guard.

Ivy the Venom Scythe

Raised by her cousin Lillian's parents in Naharaka Village, Ivy never cared to be a guard, she was content with her own devices, researching and experimenting with her poisons and potions. Ivy was always in and out of trouble, always some misfortunate adventure she roped Lillian into, who more often than not got them out of said trouble. She joined the guard academy after much convincing from her cousin, her havoc showed no mercy to the school and although she graduated on the Jury List it was not without a few official warnings on her record.

Joined the ranks as a guard of Naharaka with her cousin, was difficult to work with and a shitty guard, always skipping patrol to continue with her experiments. Lillian was more often than not the one who got in trouble for Ivy’s disservice to the guard code, she was the one who encouraged her to be something she’s not after all. Was formally reprimanded and assigned her second strike to her guard record after being caught lacing her sword with poison. After Lillian was cursed and fled from her duties, Ivy left also and joined the Jury Reserves in O'khasis where she was assigned to a Jurors Team and allowed to experiment with her poisons and venoms as she saw fit. Was later appointed to the Jury through traditional means after a member stepped down.

She wields a large poison laced scythe, leaning very far into her self-assigned grim reaper motif. Her Jury powers are similar to a curse, she has the ability to take the life force of anything she touches, her body acts as a poison and she can spread that poison to others. This has an effect on anything living, ranging from plants to animals she can turn anything to dust and bones. She possesses immunity to all poisons, venoms and toxins and has a vast and incomprehensible knowledge on anything relating to such topics.

Ivy’s a wild card, someone Zane can’t easily control. They don't exactly see eye to eye but Ivy is here for a good time not a long time so she’ll do whatever he asks of her as long as it’s not boring.

Jeffory the Golden Heart

Became a member of the Jury through traditional means. Went to the guard academy to learn to protect others, excellent guard, the Golden Boy of the academy in the years he attended, perfect record and perfect marks, graduated early and managed to land a spot on the Jury list. Went back to guard his home in Skysted before transferring to O’khasis per Garte’s request, became head guard and general of the O’khasis military after a few years of service.

He's a brave soldier, loyal and kind hearted. His devotion to those he loves and the people he has to protect knows no bounds. Jeffory is the people's soldier, everyone adores him, the Golden Boy of O’khasis. After one of the Jury of Nine stood down to retire, Jeffory was given the mantle.

Fights with a very untrational choice of weapon, and his mastery of the glaive is something short of a marvel. He’s a flashy fighter, eager to show his skills and yet he is kind all the while. His Jury powers are simple and often overlooked, he possesses the ability of imprisonment, allowing him to create a barrier that can capture and imprison humans, creatures, anything, with little hope or no chance to escape. (functions similarly to the golden lasso from the original series) Although he uses this as more of a pocket realm, like a mythical handbag to store things in. He has no magic or other powers outside of his Juror title.

Knows that the Jury is corrupt and he worries he’s starting to become just like the others, he fears the day he’ll be just as bloodthirsty, just as power hungry. He’s concerned that the Jeffory that he has become has lost his heart of gold, and it scares him.

Ivan the Hallowed

Warlock hailing from a small mountain village, Ivan got into a lot of trouble with his magic as a kid, always felt as though he had to prove something, as if the world owed him a great debt. The Village sent him away to train as a guard in an attempt to keep him out of trouble and his head out of his magic books, believing they knew what was best for him. Ivan wasn’t a particularly great guard, unpopular and unskilled in the protecting front, but he seemed to make up for it with his fighting. After his training he was assigned to the Village of Pikoro, where he continued with his magic studies- the village was often known for its distast and distrust of magic, he was exiled shortly after his arrival.

Was offered the position of Jury member by Zane, even without making the Jury List post graduation. The High Priest was enamored with his ability to cast complicated spells, he had seen nothing quite like it, he wanted to study it, cultivate it as his own. Ivan’s magic is strong, impressively so. One of the brightest spell casters Ru’an has seen in centuries, although his magic is volatile and unstable: this instability seems to be his driving force, his bragging point as his spells don’t have to adhere to the normal laws of magic.

He seemed to have gained no excess powers after obtaining the title of Juror. He’s the most recent addition, so he feels like he has something to prove that makes him dangerous. Doesn’t take orders well and tends to do his own thing. Zane only keeps Ivan around out of his usefulness, once it has expired it’s not unlikely Ivan will as well.

Ein the Beast Slayer

Abandoned and taken in by a tribe of werewolves, Ein was raised and trained by the creatures of the moon as one of their own. Until a violent incident with a rival pack resulted in his adoptive family banishing him, afraid of his strength. They feared that which was stronger than them, the things they couldn't control. He joined the guard academy, he held the vengeful desire to become stronger. Graduating with decorated honors and a position fairly high on the Jury list, he took a position in a Village close to his old home. Early into his guard career, Ein slaughtered the werewolves from his pack, the ones that took him in as their own, raised him, betrayed him. He made them understand true strength, gave them a real reason to fear him. He now wears the skull and fur of the alpha werewolf.

Ein went on to kill nearly hundreds of werewolves, bringing their population to such a decline it caught the attention of The High Priest, Zane Ro’meave. Zane heard of his deeds and sought him out, mysteriously, a member of the Jury resigned and Ein took their place.

His Jury powers are a curse, it’s a blood beastman curse that allows him the ability to shapeshift into any animal that he’s consumed the blood of. It is unknown if this trick will work for humans. His weapon of choice is a battle ax, although he often prefers to do Zane's dirty work as one of the beasts in his collection. Ein loves the chase, he lives for the kill.

Teony the Bright Blade

Became a member of the Jury through traditional means, raised in the village of BrightPort Teony joined the Guard Academy and excelled in her studies. Often referred to as the brightest mind of her generation. Graduated with high honors, Jury List and signed to the Jury Reserves, where she swore her allegiance to the O'khasis Guard. Served as second in command of the O’khasis Military, until becoming a member of the Jury of Nine alongside Jeffory the Golden Heart, the two were given their titles during the same ceremony.

Teony has immense skill over any and all weapons, she has a mastery of the craft of fighting.

Her Jury power is a summons- she can conjure weapons, knights, animals, most anything she needs out of light. These beings hold no physical form in the hands of others, weapons will disappear if she is not the wielder and the animals will vanish if they are cut through.

No one outside of the Jury has ever bested her in a battle of skill, she is the expert amongst experts, specialist in all weapons and can summon any of her choosing to wield. She is noble and strong, like Jeffory she is a true guard, her loyalty knows no bounds. And similarly, she often fears she is doing the wrong thing, helping the wrong people. Her oath to the Guard code outweighs her oath to Lord Garte, her nobility will always come first, her duty is to save people and protect, where there is darkness she shall be the light. Just like Jeffory, her heart of gold will be her downfall.

#i actually love the jury and i wish jess didnt write them off #they were gassed up to be these powerful guards and then they were never actually used #i like putting teony and ein in the jury to fill the ranks #from a writers perspective they can provide easy plot point and interactions between existing characters #and their personalities arent new as most viewers know them from mystreet and pdh #im making up the jurys powers as i go tbh #this is all just nonsense #lillians powers are based off football and bmo im being so dead ass #i changed her title because we already had silver and scythe in other names so hers felt boring #also in rebirth she sadly has a sword #love fire user katelyn shes my pookie #aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd #mcd rewrite #jo9 #jury of nine #zane romeave #zane ro'meave #janus the silver death #katelyn the firefist #lillian the silver scythe #ivy the venom scythe #jeffory the golden heart #ivan mcd #ivan aphmau #ein aphmau #aphmau ein #aphmau teony #teony aphmau

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