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flamingpudding · 11 months ago

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Cassiopea and Orion #2

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A/N: I probably shouldn't be thinking up so many different story lines. But my mind won't let me focuse on something else in peace unless I write these snippets and parts out. So here have another part XD I still have a whole Danny and Bruce backstory conversation in my head that I will probably write out at some point too.

"Really B, another one?" A red helmet wearing guy huffed the moment he spotted her, the little black haired blue eyed girl, sitting on a railing by a huge computer set up Ellie was sure Uncle Tuck would have drooled over.

She blinked at the new arrival before her eyes went over to the man. The one she had told that Phantom lost his haunt. When she had spoken these words the air around the man had changed. Before Ellie even really knew what was happening, the man had turned away from her, talking to the still tense boy before whisking the both of them away to a cave. The place she was now, and one after another more and more of the weirdly dressed people showed up. Each of them appeared to feel the need to comment on something, Ellie heavily believed to be an inside joke.

She let her eyes wander over all the arrivals, her fingers nervously drumming on the metal of the railing she was sitting on. Watching them carefully, despite what Danny had told her, she would bold at the first sight of danger from them. They didn't appear to have any ecto-weapons but that could be false impression. Like the GIW. They had appeared so incompetent only to do a 180 decades later.

"So what is going on? Is B printing adoption papers already?" The red and black one appeared to joke and Ellie tilted her head. There definitely was a insider joke she was not aware of. It would be weird to ask them about it wouldn't it? It would also be rude and tactless. Danny and Aunt Jazz had tried to teach her to not always blurt out every question that pops up in her head. Key words, not always.

"Why would the furry need adoption papers?"

She blinked at how a couple of the people broke out laughing while the kid, who had been watching her like a hawk, was now full on shooting daggers at her. She was pretty sure the kid would have thrown a literal one at her, but something as keeping them from doing so. She heard a grunt, and her eyes went back to the man that had brought her here.

"Not necessary." The man muttered as he turned to face them, clicking a key on the keyboard of the computer, and Ellie blinked as an image of Phantom popped up on screen. The people laughing appeared to quiet down now. "She already has a father."

"Mom." Ellie automatically corrected, shrugging when they looked at her. Before everything had gone to shits and Danny's capture, he had become quiet the mother hen, especially with Dan's and her de-aging. The constant mothering and worry about their well-being had caused Dan to joke that Danny was acting like a mother and she had continued to run with that joke. Even after they had to put Dan into a frozen state under Frostbites care in Far Frozen. The two had silently agreed on that Danny was their mom. The past didn't matter and she would honour their silent sibling agreement.

She didn't elaborate any further and they seemed to get that as they turned back to the man by the computer, putting their attention on that. Though she did noticed that the other kids eyes lingered on her longer.

"This is Phantom. A ghost hero stationed at Amity Park. Code: Rho, one of Cassiopea's dying stars." The man paused, and Ellie swore he had looked at her under his cowl. "And this girl's, Elliza Danielle Phantom Nightingale's, mother. Code: Jupiter, the wandering star."

"How do you know my full name?! Plus, my only recently added ones! They are like only a month old! And what about these weird Codes?" She blurred out wide-eyed, staring at the man in bat costume.

"Even if sparse Phantom and I stayed in contact using these codes." And Ellie narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't answer my question."

"Actually, B we would also like to know more." One of the onlookers, that's what Ellie decided they were for now, piped up.

Bat guy grunted, staring them down but not answering. The onlooker in blue sighed but Ellie wasn't giving in. She crossed her arms, keeping her balance by floating slightly on the railing.

"Look, you big bad bee, if you can't tell me that, then how am I supposed to trust you to help me, let alone the rescue of Da- Phantom!"

The onlookers snickered as she held her little staring contest with the big bad bee. Jokes on that guy she had held staring contests with Frighty before and he doesn't even remember how to blink at times.

"Phantom and I correspond about various topics since our teen years." The bat guy finally admitted. "One of which was about... our children."

Ellie blinked several times. Until her eyes widened in realization and she pointed an accusing finger at bat guy. "You're the one that kept calling Danny about parent advice! Like how he got me to go to online school and prevented me from sneaking out or how he handled Dan's anger tantrums!"

"Wait... B went to someone other than Agent A for parent advice?" The red and black onlooker questioned and Ellie shrugged. Danny had always been sort of parenting her since he was 16 and Dan once they learned he was aging lower and then the de-aging happened. She did remember that Danny got his first phone call about parent advice when he was around 24.

Now that Ellie thought about it. That was also around the time he took her aside to tell her about the emergency code.

"Which one of us do you guys think was the cause?"

"Wing."

"Hood."

"Demon Brat."

Ellie blinked once more, her attention turning back to the onlookers as thet started to argue among themselves. She tilted her head, watching them. Looks like she accidentally got them off topic. Though now she really wanted to get the story out of Danny once they rescued him. For years she had caught snippets of Danny's phone calls, to think that the guy on the other end was a armored spandex wearing furry. She couldn't wait to tell Dan about that.

Well, once their mom was saved and her brother stabilized again.

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lulublack90 · 5 months ago

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Prompt 5 - Whump

@wolfstarmicrofic July 5, word count 994

Not gonna lie I had no idea what this prompt meant so had to look it up. I hope it's right 😅

CW - Torture, use of the cruciatus curse

His father grabbed him by the collar and forced him to walk down the hallway towards the library. He struggled as best he could, but Orion Black knew what he was doing. He flung Sirius onto the hearth rug. Sirius grunted at the manhandling but stubbornly got to his feet and glowered at his father. He hadn’t even done anything this time. He’d been lounging on his bed reading a wizarding history book for Merlin’s sake.

The library door opened again and a procession of family members filed in. Bella and her husband, Cissa and Lucius, Cygnus and Druella. Then finally his mother. This wouldn't be good.

He automatically stood up straight with his head held high like he’d been trained to do his entire life.

“Father, what is going on?” His voice adopted his old accent as a form of self-preservation. His eyes flickered to his mother’s side where Regulus’s grey eyes peeped from.

“Stop being pathetic Regulus,” Walburga scolded her youngest son, dragging him from behind her. Sirius’s eye twitched as he watched Regulus grit his teeth in pain as Walburga’s hand squeezed tightly around his arm. Sirius had to tense his muscles to stop himself from crossing the room and wrenching her hand from his brother’s arm.

“It is time for you to take your place in this family, Sirius.” Orion brought Sirius’s attention back to him. His ears pricked as Bella laughed her horrid cackle, but he never took his eyes off his father. He swallowed and steadied himself.

“What would you have me do, Father?” He kept his jaw clenched tightly, silencing himself.

“It is time you proved yourself the true heir of the Black family and join us in the new future that shall soon begin.” He felt his stomach sink. This was more than just taking over from his father.

He allowed his eyes to quickly scan the room. The only ones that seemed uncertain were his aunt, Narcissa and Regulus. His eyes rested on his mother and her superior scowl. This was bad.

“Enough pretty words Uncle,” Bellatrix burst out, ripping the sleeve from her forearm. “It is time, little cousin, to take the mark and join your family in our rightful place.” She rasped proudly, the snake and skull tattoo stark against her pale skin.

“Father, you can’t be serious!” He turned back to Orion, panic creeping into his voice.

“We have allowed your little rebellions for too long, Sirius,” Walburga took over as he knew she would. “You will take the mark, Sirius, and you will find more suitable companions. From this day you will no longer associate with the Potter boy and the other riff-raff you seem so fond of.” He couldn’t help it, he shook his head at her. No. “If you won’t agree on your own, then we will make you!” She raised her wand at him. “Crucio!” She spat the curse at him. He watched in slow motion as the red spell crackled its way towards him.

The pain was unlike anything he’d ever felt. His skin was melting from his bones. A thousand knives sliced into his nerves. Time meant nothing as the pain engulfed him. Then, just like that, it was gone. He was on the floor. He didn’t remember falling. He lifted his head defiantly.

“Crucio!” Bella cackled with glee. The pain shot back through him, harsher than the first time. He screamed, his throat felt like it was ripping itself apart. He was on the floor again, panting, when his cousin lifted the spell. His body spasmed with aftershocks. But again he raised his head.

“Crucio!” Orion drawled, flicking his wand at his eldest son. Sirius’s scream croaked out of his burning throat as he thrashed about on the floor. Orion let up sooner than his mother and Bella had, but at this point it meant very little.

It took him what felt like hours to raise himself onto his knees and raise his head this time. He glared at his mother. Seeing Regulus’s blank face beside her.

“Crucio!” Multiple voices said in unison. He had no idea which of his family members had cursed him this time, but the pain spread to every part of his being. His spine curved backwards and his neck followed. His muscles were so tense he was sure they were tearing. He felt his mind starting to bend towards madness. But he refused to let them win. He conjured Remus’s face to the front of his mind, blocking out what he could. His vision became fuzzy and blackness crept in at the corners. As he lost consciousness, he kept that vision of Remus close.

When he came to, the room was empty. They’d tortured him until he couldn’t take it any more and then left him, broken on the floor.

“Sirius,” A whimper came from the corner. “Sirius, can you get up?” Regulus’s face appeared above him. “Sirius, you have to go! They’ll kill you,” Something dripped onto his scorching face.

He was rolled over and over and into green flames. “Potter Manor!” Regulus choked out. Sirius’s last view of his family home was of a shaking, tearful Regulus as he swirled away in green flames.

He landed with a thump on the hearth of Potter Manor in the middle of the night.

“Sirius?” A voice he’d know anywhere gasped into the quiet room. Candles around the room suddenly burst into life and Remus was holding him, stroking his hair from his face. Sirius burst into tears and grasped at Remus, needing him closer. Remus wrapped him in his arms, murmuring sweet words to him as he gently rocked him. “You're safe now. I promise you’re safe. I won’t ever let them hurt you again.” And for the first time in a long time, Sirius felt safe. He spotted the Potters coming down the stairs and let his eyes close as he lost consciousness again, safe in Remus's strong arms.

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thepixelelf · 1 year ago

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Oh Baby, You Part 23 - All it Takes is a Smile

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It's not a new thing he's learned today— that Wonwoo hates being home alone.

Still, it settles in again as he ambles aimlessly around the apartment. A half-empty coffee cup sits in his hand, long gone cold by now. Although it's a Saturday, Junhui is at the lab, and Minghao is in his studio, working on a new, large scale piece.

Wonwoo sighs as he submits another letter of intent. His intent is to get his sorry ass out of this slump he's in, but that's not what any potential employers need to know.

He hears the crying before someone knocks frantically at the door.

On any other day like this one, Wonwoo might let his shoulders slump, slowly rise from his worn down gaming chair, and go grab the food he ordered online — after assuring the delivery person has already left so he doesn’t have to interact with any humans who might find him pitiful. But he hasn’t ordered anything today, and the crying…

That little boy?

Wonwoo finds himself up on his feet and opening the front door before he really understands what’s going on.

Your son, face scrunched up and one hand curled in a fist in front of his eyes, sobs at the volume of a small jet engine. His other hand is attached to a larger one, and Wonwoo’s eyes follow the joined arms up to the face of a man he vaguely recognizes. He’s not you — that’s what Wonwoo’s brain registers first, as unhelpful as that is.

Next, he sees the cloth clutched in the man’s other hand, and how it’s slowly soaking through with red.

“Hey,” the guy says breathlessly, a smile on his face for reasons Wonwoo can’t possibly comprehend. “Thank god you were in there— I think I need stitches.” He raises his hand with the cloth. The boy is still crying. “Can you drive? And watch the little guy?”

Wonwoo doesn’t think. He just nods.

There’s a booster seat in the guy’s — Chan, he introduced himself as — car, which is an automatic, to Wonwoo’s temporary relief. He doesn’t know what he’d do if he couldn’t drive to the hospital. The bloody cloth in Chan’s hand is starting to freak him out. Not more than how relaxed Chan seems in the backseat, though.

He’s spent most of the ride just calming the crying boy down, who doesn’t seem to be hurt himself, just worried for this Chan character.

“Who… are you?” Wonwoo asks, then corrects himself. “I mean, how do you know— I mean, are you their…?”

Don’t say boyfriend. God, please don’t say boyfriend.

Chan’s eyes meet Wonwoo’s in the rear view mirror while he internally chides himself for still caring,

“I’m their friend,” he says. “Are you?”

The question stumps Wonwoo.

Is he your friend? He doesn’t think so. Not now, surely.

Why does Chan want to know? He must have seen Wonwoo’s great escape from the boy’s birthday party. How much have you told him about your shared past?

Why is Chan looking at Wonwoo so intently?

“I used to be,” is the answer he settles on. It sounds about right, as much as it hurts to say.

Chan tilts his head. “What happened?”

Frowning, Wonwoo glances at your son, who’s currently distracted by a squishy foam ball. Still, is this guy really asking that question in front of your kid?

“I moved.”

“Why?”

“I got into a university program in Mongolia.”

Chan hums, nodding. “So you left.”

“You don’t—” Wonwoo bites back a growl, breathes out, and speaks through gritted teeth. “You don’t know me.”

The last few minutes of the drive are silent, save for the child’s occasional babbling.

When they get to the hospital, the boy tries to follow Chan into the examination room, but Chan practically drops him on Wonwoo’s lap. “Stay with Uncle Wonwoo, okay Orion? The doctor is going to fix me right up and I’ll be back suuuuper soon.”

Uncle Wonwoo.

He knows Chan must’ve said that to placate the child, but Wonwoo wonders if Chan knows how those two words twist something deep in his gut.

If he had stayed, all those short years ago, would he be something else to this boy?

A dad?

Wonwoo wraps his arms securely around Orion, who’s starting to sniffle again at the sight of Chan walking away. He bounces his leg. Babies like that, right? It’s not just his nerves.

Once Chan finally disappears around a corner, Orion twists and looks up at Wonwoo, studying his face for the first time.

“Ah,” he says. “Bad guy.”

Wonwoo blinks down at the boy. “Bad… guy?” He points at himself. “Me?”

Orion nods, the movement exaggerated and slow. “You. Mama cry.”

The words take a moment to reach Wonwoo’s brain. Mostly because he can’t believe them. You’re the one who…

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo says anyway. It’s not on the child to deal with your and Wonwoo’s adult problems. Better that he doesn’t know. Better that he never see Wonwoo again, in all honesty. He doesn’t need to know what his parent did to hurt Wonwoo. That he is a product of that hurt.

Orion climbs up and plants his tiny feet on Wonwoo’s legs, then puts one hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder and the other on his head. Softly, he pats Wonwoo’s hair. “Don’t cry,” he says, and only then does Wonwoo realise he must’ve been letting his emotions shine through. Orion balances on Wonwoo’s lap, both hands moving to stretch wide at his sides, like he’s the sun itself. He beams. “We happy!”

Something warms in Wonwoo at the young boy's kindness towards a "bad guy", but then Orion begins to lean backward.

Instinctively, Wonwoo scrambles to wrap both arms around the boy again, lest he fall. In that moment, he sees it.

Your eyes.

But, not your smile.

It’s familiar, but not yours.

No.

Mingyu’s.

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ninjapaste · 2 months ago

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LOVED GRAND FEST, (Troy) LOVED WHO WON (even if i was on %17 team future hahaha)

BUT

Despite this finale being so so so so cool.... deep cut has been sidelined in their own game!!!!!!! by having such a similar amount of screentime as the other idols I think. Like i just watched the post-splatfest splatcast and i thought 'well that was quick!!!' In comparison to how personal or super cool the past final fests were.

Like i do think its rlly great that the splatfest was celebrating ALL the idols, its just that one of them were introduced this game and should have had more time to shine in their own spotlight.

So i hope whatever DLC comes in splatoon 4, deep cut is SLAYING in it!!!! And i cant wait to see what the splatoon devs do with the past theme!! After all, its not as limited a concept as some people think, and it doesnt automatically mean they have to prioritise stuff like lore or whatever to create a (potentially new) location just set in a different place in time, however far back they wanna go!

Anyway hopefully i still wanna play this game after a month LMAO, this win might be a calling to draw more Troy than Orion haha

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #grand fest

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audreyscribes · 5 months ago

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I had an idea on how children of Artemis come to be and it’s basically Artemis taking the soul of a hunter that she thinks died unfairly (like the ones Orion killed) or deserves/wanted a normal life(ones who fled to join the hunt to stay safe but after a couple thousand years wanted something different)

Like how Athena creates her children from thoughts, Artemis creates her “children” by taking the soul of one of her hunters and creating a body for them from her essence

They would always be female as all hunters are female and children of Artemis are just reincarnated hunters

I’m kind of debating if the reborn hunters would still be allowed to rejoin the hunt in their second life or if it’s like a once per soul thing if that makes sense

Alright this is going to be a long post but it is possible but not without its restraints and specifics. So disclaimer long post ahead under the Keep Reading:

It’s not entirely impossible to do it but the requirements for her doing such a thing would be very strict. Artemis is also technically a goddess of nature so she understands and abides by the nature of life and death (That and because Hades wouldn’t like it if she did it on a regular basis). So anytime she acts outside of that cycle, such as being rebirth, she does it within her domain such as nature. Reborn hunters would still be bound to the Hunt one way or another however.

While as much as I like the fact souls who deserve or wanted a normal life, it would go against the binding oath that the Hunters made to Artemis; one of which the Hunters must live by for the rest of their days. There’s also a fact that the Hunters of Artemis also received eternal youth so they’re already skirting the edge of the rules of mortality. So if Artemis does the whole rebirth thing, Hades might have some words. However, I can see Artemis perhaps doing something to the soul of a child that has died unfairly. Whether or not if the child was a hunter, children technically fall under her domain and thus protection; moreso if the child is a girl (up until the age of marriage). So if a child hunter died under her watch, it would be in her rights to oversee it. So whether giving her a form of rebirth or bringing her back to life as her child, supported with some of Artemis’ divine essence, it’s possible. From there, they are automatically part of the hunt because it’s Artemis, it’s her domain and nature. Once reborn though, especially as a child or scion of Artemis, they are still targeted as a demigod by monsters so not much of a normal life regardless.

There isn’t any clear cut conditions to how a child of Artemis can come to be, but that’s the point isn’t it?

Then again, there’s nothing stopping from Artemis taking a female child abandoned or lost in the wilderness as her own either until she is old enough to come to the decision to leave or follow the hunters. Whether a demigod or simply human, she is under Artemis’ domain and she’ll take care of her as if they are her own child or as a sister. Afterall, Artemis has a bunch of other daughters and sisters that’ll gladly help.

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creoastra · 9 months ago

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I wrote a fic for the @valentines-core-exchange event!

@nightwanderers12081 is who I made it for! They've got excellent taste in fics omg.

This fic is not beta read so I apologize for any bad pacing or grammar lolol

Past Curfew - A Phandoms Valentines Day event Danny/Valerie shipfic

That ghost- “Ah, sorry Dad, I zoned out.” That's what she gets for trying to trust a ghost. “I am studying at…”

“Danny Fenton’s house.”

“D-Danny’s house! Danny Fenton… We have a Biology project together.. I got caught up working on it so that's what I have been.. Doing….” She spun around to try and catch Phantom and question how he knew who Danny was, but she wasn’t able to catch anything because just like earlier, he was gone. She scowled into the night air, fist clenching and unclenching rapidly.

Floating invisible a few feet away from Valerie, Danny smiled to himself for being able to help her with her problem before the reality of the situation sank in. He nearly hit himself for how stupid he was for suggesting himself. She didn’t know that Danny is Phantom, and that could seriously blow his cover.

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‘Why do I even bother? There’s hardly ever any ghosts out at this time.’

Phantom groaned inwardly as he flew across Amity Park. The air was chilled with early autumn winds, but of course he still found himself out and about at night despite the cold. The stars blinked in understandment and pity. Orion bowed his head in apology as Danny raced past his school. Well, he didn’t actually bow to him, considering he was a cluster of stars after all, but Danny felt the sentiment within himself anyways.

Honestly, he had no idea why he still did this, patrolling the city. There were hardly any ghosts out at night since all of them fed on people’s attention and love and emotions. But he has happened upon a few in the past so he can’t let himself stop now. It’s also become part of his routine. He plugs in his earbuds to his shitty ipod, hums along to this playlist Sam made him, and scopes the city.

Amity Park was peaceful at night. Like he said, there were no ghosts and it was all just empty streets or the occasional cat roaming the streets. Lamp Posts were the only light to be seen, and it was rather serene. The air smelled less like car emissions and more like fall. Danny appreciated it, even though the act of being out this late directly cut into his sleep time.

Floating down onto the edge of the town’s radio tower, Danny leaned back and closed his eyes for a minute. He would often sit up here and watch the stars on more boring nights, but he was particularly tired tonight. A part of him wanted to retire early and head back home, but the core within him buzzed angrily at even the smallest thought of that. He couldn’t rest after making sure that Amity would be okay while he slept. He couldn’t let her down like that, even though his eyes begged to stay closed.

He could lay up here for a second longer though. Or at least that was what he thought until a sharp clang echoed from behind him.

Instantly he jumped up, clumsily ripping out his earbuds and shoving them into his jumpsuit’s sole pocket. Danny whipped around, shooting up into the sky to try and catch whatever made the racket, yet nothing was there.

What the hell?

With slight hesitance, he lowered himself down to the top of the radio tower again. Taking a few seconds to glance around, his hand automatically reached for his thermos. The radio tower was all steel bars from the top to the bottom, so he could see all the way through it. And now that he was closer, he could see a figure hiding down at the layer right beneath the one he stood at.

Without thinking, Danny became intangible, dropping through the bars and down to the layer below him. Instantly he was on top of the ghost that was stalking him. Pride erupted in his core as he launched both him and the ghost off of the tower. The scenery around him was practically glowing to illuminate their match of strengths. The ghost yelped and started grabbing at Danny as they fell quickly towards the ground.

A second before they crash landed, his opponent wrestled with him, easily flipping him to become underneath them with a growl. A second too late, Danny turned intangible, his back aching from the impact. He shakily pulled them both deep into the ground before soaring back up into the sky. The ghost grabbed onto Danny’s hair and ripped at it, while screaming at him.

“Phantom you horrid beast, let go of me this instant!!”

Gasping a pained breath of air, Danny took the opportunity while the ghost was focused on yanking out his hair- which really hurt by the way- to throw them against the ground. Unfortunately Danny got dragged with them, a factor he upsettingly didn’t consider, and they both went tumbling through a patch of dirt and grass.

Danny rolled through the dirt, clovers flying everywhere and his entire outfit becoming grass stained. His body skipped a few times along the ground like a rock thrown against a river before he finally came to a pained stop. His bones ached and his head got rattled around from the fall. Every fiber of him screamed at him to just lie there for a second before he hurt himself more, but there his core was, still loud as ever.

Now is your chance. Destroy that ghost for even raising a hand against you.

Power surged through him, and suddenly Danny was standing, stalking over to where his opponent- his prey- laid recovering. His nails turned claws bore outwards. They ached to carve into this feeble ghost who dared to challenge him with so little power. Just look at them laying there, glow already so weak, nearly nonexistent…

Nearly…?

“Valerie?”

At the mention of her name, Valerie, the Red Huntress, shot up and launched herself at Danny. Her mask was damaged in their fight, so her hair billowed out of the broken glass, eyes sharp and promising to stab literal daggers into her own opponent, Phantom.

Without warning, her fist collided directly with Danny’s nose, forcing him backwards with a loud yelp. Her leg then kicked outwards, intentionally tripping him back even further. Falling right onto his ass, Danny’s head hit the ground soon after with another loud collision. Pain instantly shot down his spine.

“Huntress wait-”

“How dare you attack me, Ghost! I knew you were nothing but evil, all of you.” Danny held his head in his hands, cradling it as Valerie threatened him. Most of him felt guilty for attacking a human, but the rational part of him said that it was just Valerie and she could take it, and barely counted as human at this point. Most humans aren’t half nano-bot robots or even full vigilante ghost hunters.

Danny finally opened his eyes to look up at her, just to see a Ghost blaster pointed directly at his face. With no more than a scowl, he rolled to the left, dodging her attack. Not even sparing a glance to the grass remnants that burned slightly from where she shot.

“I thought you were a ghost!” Danny shouted as he flew upwards, dodging another shot from Valerie. “You were literally stalking me earlier!”

A blast ricocheted off the radio tower in the background and barely missed Danny’s leg as it came shooting back.

“That's because you are up to no good, ghost!” Another shot was fired that promptly missed. Valerie scowled at the disadvantage she had from being on the ground. She quickly released her hoverboard and hopped onto it, now racing after Phantom. “I was trying to see what you were doing!”

“I was-” He quickly ducked under an ecto shot. “Just doing my patrols!” Danny’s legs merged together, becoming one ghost tail. He zipped past Valerie, circling around the tower climbing up in height at the same time. “I do this literally every day!”

“Therein lies the problem, Phantom.” She hissed his name with pure venom. Head shooting from side to side trying to find where he went, she stood still on the Hoverboard, flying in one spot. Blood thrummed in her ears, adrenaline and hatred pushing her to keep fighting. One hand on the trigger, she began to point it at every little movement she saw.

“You are not fit to be doing patrols. A ghost fighting other ghosts? No one knows your motives, and while you may have the rest of the town tricked, I will not believe that you are a fit ‘protector.’” She quickly whipped around, shooting right behind her, just for it to go through nothing. With a frown she lowered her blaster slightly. “It's all some act you are putting on for whatever it is that you are trying to do.”

Despite her attempt at trying to antagonize him, there came no response, just silence. A bird in a tree nearby, chirped to his children. A few grasshoppers could be heard singing together. Even her hoverboard was emitting a low hum. But no Phantom.

Now frustrated with the games he is obviously playing on her, Valerie shot angrily into the sky. Just aimlessly shooting. It helped release a bit of the anger that she held for the ghost. She was too busy destroying random clouds to notice that her hoverboard buckled slightly under the weight of another person.

A chill swept over her neck suddenly, making her hair stand on end.

The air turned stiff and sour as she finally felt the dry breath of a ghost behind her.

“V a l e r i e . . . “

Her heart raced as she found herself unable to move.

“Y o u r . . . ”

My…?

“Phone is ringing. You might want to answer that."

She was suddenly snapped out of her stupor. Spinning around, she pointed her blaster at Phantom who smiled innocently and simply pointed to her back pocket. Valerie glared at him, and with her free hand, she felt behind her just to find that her phone was indeed ringing. Now directing her glare at her phone, she nearly hit ignore until she caught the name of the caller ID.

Shit! It's her dad.

Fumbling with her phone, she clumsily dropped her blaster, which Phantom picked up to her dismay, and rushed to answer the call.

“Hey dad. Sorry I didn’t see your call sooner, I was..” Phantom caught a kick in the shin, which he inhaled sharply at. “..busy.”

See, Danny was above interrupting one of his classmates while they were on the phone with their parents. Unlucky for him, this specific classmate wanted his pelt on her wall. Still, manners come first, so he chose to float aimlessly and be vaguely distracting while she was on call.

He watched as she spoke in hushed voices to her phone. She kept shooting annoyed glares at him before worriedly turning back to her father.

“No, I know I am out past curfew- I am sorry, I-I just got caught up…”

Her voice trailed off, and Danny could tell she was being scolded by her father. She looked more defensive than he had ever seen her. It was kind of sad to watch actually. His heart panged for the girl.

“Oh- doing what? Uh- I was just…” Her words fumbled around in her mouth, unable to come up with an excuse off the top of her head. Valerie couldn’t help but look over at Phantom for any sort of help, but he was not there.

That ghost- “Ah, sorry Dad, I zoned out.” That's what she gets for trying to trust a ghost. “I am studying at…”

“Danny Fenton’s house.”

He rubbed his eyes in frustration before glancing back over at Valerie. While she seemed more confused than anything else, a bit of tension seemed to leave her shoulders. She was talking more fluidly to her dad, explaining the made up Biology project to him now that she had an idea to build off of.

Part of him wanted to stay to make sure she got everything covered with her dad. While he had no obligation to make sure she was okay, especially since her life was in danger, he still wanted to, as her friend.

Even though they weren’t friends. Not when he was like this.

“Yeah, uh.. You can pick me up at his house…”

Wait what??

Danny shot a panicked look at Valerie who was quickly powering back on her hoverboard, nodding along to the phone. “Yeah, you can come get me now, we just finished up.”

Goddamn it Valerie! He did not expect her to offer to be picked up. Doesn’t she walk home and stuff? He knows it’s late but it’s not like it’s midnight.. Yet…

He was hoping to get at least a final word in to her before he ran off, but she is already soaring up into the sky. No matter what, he can’t let her beat him home. And what is he supposed to tell Jazz?

How does he always get himself into these stupid situations?

With that final thought, he launched off ahead of her, racing back to his house.

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How does she always get herself into these stupid situations?

That's the exact thought Valerie had as she found herself soaring through the sky above clouds heading directly to FentonWorks.

She has too many questions and she is beyond confused, but she doesn't really have the chance to answer any of them right now. She needed to get to Danny’s house before her dad got there.

While flying, she took a quick second to ponder why the hell Phantom suggested she show up to Danny’s house. Did he know Danny? Was he waiting there to surprise attack her? Or is this just an elaborate set up to get her laughed at by a cute boy from her class.

All were perfectly plausible to her and it infuriated her that she could pinpoint which reason it was. God forbid that he was trying to help her. That wasn’t how Phantom worked.

What a fool she was to trust him.

She quickly arrived at the large half-laboratory-half-house. Dropping onto the sidewalk and ducking into the alleyway closest to the building, she deactivated her Red Huntress outfit and shrunk away her hoverboard.

Working up the nerves, Valerie walked up to FentonWorks. She stared up at it before going to knock on the door before she hesitated, hand paused right before knocking.

A large part of her still screamed to run, but she knew she couldn’t afford to do that right now. She would just explain to Danny that she needed to use him as a cover, and he would understand. He skips class half of the time and she is sure he wouldn’t want his parents to know that.

A shiver washed over her and she quickly whipped around, expecting to find Phantom but there was nothing there but the night air.

God, she must be going crazy. First trusting a Ghost, now feeling things that aren't there. With a loud huff, Valerie finally knocked on the door.

The door instantaneously swung open to reveal Danny who seemed beyond out of breath.

“Ah, Danny!”

“Val-” He wheezed out, clutching his stomach. He held a hand up to ask for a second as he panted against the door frame. Valerie just watched with awkward helplessness as he caught his breath.

It took an embarrassingly long second for him to look back up to her, his face flushed. “Sorry- just uh.. Went on a run, then…. Ran down the stairs.. To…” He stared at her for a second with a vaguely confused look. “Answer the door… What are you doing here?”

“Im…. working on a group project with you apparently.” She put it bluntly, hoping he would catch on fast enough.

“But we don't have a project together?”

Of course this couldn’t have been that simple. “No, just- ugh.” Valerie nearly slapped herself in the forehead. Why was this so stupidly difficult? “Can I just come inside to explain it? My dad will be here soon.”

Danny slipped backwards into the house, holding the door open for her. Inside the house she was greeted with a living room littered with family pictures and random ghost hunting equipment tossed to the side. One photo caught her eye of who she assumed to be Danny from when he was in middle school.

He had longer hair then but seemed to be shrunk into himself. He donned a dark blue NASA hoodie and a crooked smile. The hoodie seemed too big, and the smile seemed too forced. Something about the photo shot a slight pang in Valerie’s chest. He just seemed unlike himself there.

“Ah, don't look at that one. I keep telling Mom to take it down but she insists on keeping it.”

Glancing up at Danny, she had to remark that he seemed to grow into himself over the years. She didn’t know him when he was younger, but he seemed happier now. Mostly. Right now he seemed embarrassed and a bit annoyed, but overall he didn’t seem to curl into himself as much.

It made Valerie happy that he was able to find himself.

“You had longer hair back then.” She offered with a teasing smile. He simply frowned back at her, though it didn’t seem to meet his eyes which shined brightly. “What? I like it!”

“Well you would agree with my parents then.” His hand moved to scratch the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly. There was a second of silence before he dropped his hand and turned to Valerie fully. “Soo, what is up?”

Right, back to why she was here. “You skip school a lot so I assumed you would understand that I needed a cover for my dad.” She explained, watching as he frowned again at her comment. “Don’t even pretend it’s not true. You run out of class every other period.”

“Yeah well…” He didn’t have an argument to that, but she didn’t have to point it out like that. “I have things I need to do…..”

“Oh yes, I am sure you do.” Valerie rolled her eyes. “Unlike whatever you ‘have to do’, I really was busy today. So please cover for me when my dad gets here. We were just working on a biology project together. I will do the talking so you don't have to worry about anything.”

She pushed past him and set her bag down on the couch, pulling out her phone checking to see if her dad texted her.

The room seemed to flicker slightly before another shudder washed over her. Her heart rate spiked as she quickly spun around to punch the ghost sneaking up behind her, just for her to make direct contact with Danny’s nose.

The force of the punch made Danny trip over his own feet, falling straight onto the floor with a loud yelp. Valerie gasped and quickly ran over to him.

“Danny! Oh my god I am so sorry-”

“Man, what is your problem?? I let you into my house, I cover for you, and then out of nowhere you punch me!!” He exclaimed while holding his nose in his hand. A bit of blood dripped past his fingers onto the floor.

“I really didn't mean to, I just thought you were a ghost.” She attempted to explain, but it just seemed to make him more upset.

“Oh and that justifies punching me??” He began to pull himself up off the floor, before Valerie leaned down to try and help him up but he just pushed her off of him. “Don't. We don’t need you thinking I'm a ghost again and jumping me.”

He shoved past her, heading into the kitchen. Valerie quickly followed after him, abandoning her bag on the couch. “Look, I said it was an accident. I have been on edge recently. I didn’t mean to attack you.

“On edge of what Val? What has got you so freaked out that you had to take it out on me?” The sink began running as Danny wet a napkin for his nose. The air was thick with tension on both ends. While she was trying to apologize, he just kept antagonizing her.

She really thought she liked him and now he just keeps getting on her nerves. She really didn’t mean to hurt him, but she would have sworn she felt the chill of a ghost behind her. That was something she had gotten really good at detecting recently. It is nearly never wrong so god forgive her for trusting it.

Before she could answer, Danny turned around to face her, shooting her another glare. He seemed beyond disheveled now that she was getting an even closer look at him. It all seems well hidden but he has a poorly hidden bruise on his cheek that must have been cleaned off with the napkin. It made even more guilt eat at her for hurting him when he already seemed off.

Right now he seemed to resemble the Danny she saw in the photo earlier. How did she mess it up with him that fast?

Hesitation raced through her before she pushed through it, walking up to Danny. He winced away from her, but she just took the napkin gently from his hands. As softly as she could, she leaned his head backwards a bit and held the napkin up to his nose. It was a bit of an awkward position, but she knew this helped keep the blood from spilling the best.

“I really am sorry Danny.. I took up….. Another job..” She stared down at the bloody napkin with a frown. “It has been stressful but I really wanted to help my dad however I could. He doesn't want me to so I have been having to hide it, but… it really isn't fun. It's stressful and has been wearing on me a lot and has left me paranoid I suppose.”

Danny watched her with a slight hesitation as she spoke. She was just glad he wasn’t pushing her away. “It is no excuse, but I just thought you would want to know.”

While it wasn’t the whole truth, it was the closest she has ever gotten to telling anyone. It lifted a bit of the anxiety that laid on her heart.

A moment passed between them before Danny spoke up. “I understand. I really do Val. I am sorry for lashing out at you as well.” He gently motioned her to step back as he took the napkin back. He pinched his nose for a minute before standing up straight again. His eyes softened from the glare he previously held. “It's not easy holding onto a secret that big and not being able to tell anyone, even your closest friends. I get it.”

Tossing the napkin out before grabbing another one, Danny sighed to himself quietly. Valerie just stood there as he took a second to think. “I know I am not the most ideal person to talk to, I bet. There's probably loads of people you would wanna talk to about your stuff before me, but I understand you, I really do, and I am here to listen if you ever want to talk.”

There weren’t many people Valerie would trust talking to about any of her struggles, but especially not Ghost hunting. Danny wasn’t on that list either, at least not until tonight. She has her doubts about how well he actually understands, but there was something so genuine in his eyes that she couldn’t help but trust him.

“...Okay.. Thank you Danny, I appreciate it.”

He shot her a slightly bloody thumbs up and a goofy lopsided grin. “Anytime Val.”

They held eye contact which made Valerie feel soft inside in a way she hasn’t felt in a long time. In perfect timing though, there was a knock on the door.

“Ah, I bet that was my dad, I should get going.” She explained, nodding towards the entranceway.

“Oh definitely.” Danny said, following her out back into the living room while she grabbed her bag. He beat her to the door and opened it for her. “It was nice having you over, to work on the project.” He quickly added as she left.

She just rolled her eyes with a small smile. “Of course. Thanks for having me.” Valerie waved goodbye to Danny as she walked down the steps to the street with her dad. She loaded her stuff into the front seat with her as her dad started the car.

Finally she could relax.

“What happened to his nose? It seemed busted up. Did you do that Valerie? I thought you stopped the whole ‘fighting your classmates’ thing.”

Nevermind apparently.

#Valentine's Core Exchange 2024 #danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #fanfic #dp fanfic #dp fic #danny/valerie #not beta read #im not a writer so im sorry if this sucks lol #creoastra

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ourloveisforthelovely · 2 years ago

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Black Heart Part 11

Regulus Black AU

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn’t easy because of the war and Regulus’ denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn’t know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Rating: M

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Link to Part 10

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The moment Regulus stepped into the room with Ellie, your eyes fluttered open. Regulus had never been happier to see you looking at him. After watching you be taken away from him so fast with little preparation…Regulus was ready to come apart. All of the books that he had read never prepared him for THAT.

Sirius gave you a small nod before moving to sit down in a chair near the window. He wasn’t about to ruin this moment for his little brother. Witnessing it, was more than enough for Sirius.

You smiled seeing Regulus and the small bundle in his arms. Regulus held the baby like the most treasured jewel in the world. All of your hidden worries about Regulus somehow being like his father vanished.

Regulus looked ready to kill whoever may lay a hand on the baby in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

You asked softly. Regulus blinked a few times before quickly coming to join you. He gently placed the baby in your arms before returning to his confused state.

“You just had twins and you’re asking me if I am alright?”

You nodded as you looked down at your baby. Everything about Ellie was perfect.

“Yes, I am. Again, are you alright?”

You asked before stroking a finger over Ellie’s cheek to her little nose. She opened one little eye and looked at you before yawning and snuggling against your chest.

Regulus was sitting in silence for a moment. He was partially taking in your concern about him and partially loving watching you hold his baby. Regulus wanted to sit and just watch you for as long as he could.

How did his father not enjoy this?

It was the only thought that Regulus could make. He would never understand how Orion wasn’t with Walburga when he and Sirius were born. How could he not look at his children and feel some form of paternal love? Regulus couldn't even think about Ellie or Emmy growing up the way that he did. There would be no way that he would let that happen! Emmy and Ellie would always know that they were loved and wanted.

The same question could be said for Walburga too. How could she not care more about her children? The best Regulus could come up with was that he would never understand them or their thinking.

“Reggie?”

Your soft voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. He leaned forward taking your free hand in his.

“I’m fine now. You scared me nearly to death. How are you feeling?”

You squeezed his hand as Regulus moved to sit closer to you on the bed.

“I’m feeling much better now. She’s perfect, you know.”

You said turning your attention back to Ellie. The baby had opened her tiny eyes and you were delighted to see that they were the same shade as her father’s.

“Of course, she’s perfect.”

Regulus replied before letting his mind go back to Emmy. He automatically frowned as the panic began to surge back. Remembering that his other daughter wasn’t 100% was now Regulus’ thing to fixate on. What if she wasn’t okay? What if she was born too early and something happened?

I can’t think like that.

Regulus muttered quietly to himself before taking a breath.

“Did the doctor talk to you about Emmy?”

You nodded, automatically picking up on your lover’s worry.

“She will be fine, Regulus. This is normal with twins…”

“Yeah, but those twins aren’t our twins.”

Regulus interrupted. You again squeezed his hand, hoping to calm his raging anxiety.

“Yes, the statistics aren’t our twins but I can assure you that our Emmy will be fine. I have taken care of many sets of twins. The healers are going to have her working just fine. There are some potions and spells that they are doing.”

“See Reg, I told you that everything would be okay.”

Sirius commented. Regulus only nodded as a healer came in. You were instantly relieved to see that she was holding what had to be Emmy in her arms.

And not a moment too soon…

You thought with a pleased smile. Of course, you were worried about Emmy but you knew medically that everything would be okay. Regulus didn’t have that knowledge. He only had what information that you gave him. Squeezing Regulus’ hand, you motioned to the doorway. Regulus immediately stood up to take Emmy from the healer. Coming back to join you, the both of you sighed in relief to see that Emmy was just as perfect as her sister.

Sirius had gotten up from his place and came over to join the two of you. He smiled looking at the baby in Regulus’ arms and the baby in your arms.

“Yep, they are identical. I think the both of you literally hit copy and paste.”

(2 weeks later)

Sirius stood outside Grimmauld Place with a frown on his face. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure that he wasn’t being followed. Sirius had been taking a lot of extra care when he came for a visit now. Call it nervous jitters or whatever you like but Sirius was worried about some death eater following him to where his nieces slept. As far as Sirius was concerned, he was ready to take out any fucktard that looked in Ellie or Emmy’s direction.

That is partially why I am here.

Sirius thought. He was there with news that Regulus may or may not like. Only time would tell on that one.

Regulus opening the door pulled Sirius from his thoughts. He automatically smirked at his younger brother’s rather disheveled appearance. Regulus was normally always put together and tidy. Today, he looked exhausted with his shirt sleeve rolled up and nearly untucked.

“You look…well.”

Sirius commented as he stepped in. Regulus gave Sirius a glare as he shut the door.

“I look like stomped over crap.”

Sirius grinned as he looked around the neatly maintained house. He was thankful that you had brought some life into the place. It didn’t necessarily look like a haunted house anymore.

“Did the little angels keep you awake?”

Regulus yawned before nodding.

“They have been up since four. I swear for them being identical they do nothing identically. When one is asleep the other is awake. When one’s hungry the other needs a change. I’m exhausted.”

Sirius laughed to himself as he went over to where the twins lay.

“Awe, I think Daddy will be just fine. Daddy just needs to get over himself don’t he?”

Sirius commented in a high-pitched voice. Ellie gave him a little frown while Emmy just blinked.

“Daddy is going to kick you.”

Regulus grumbled. Sirius again chuckled.

“That one is always scowling at me. Which one is that?”

“Ellie.”

Regulus commented before motioning to the little blanket the baby was wrapped in.

“If you could read then you would notice that the blanket says their names on them. Molly dropped them off.”

Sirius frowned before looking down at the blankets closely. Sure enough, both blankets had each baby’s name neatly embroidered on them.

“Well, would you look at that? Apparently, Uncle Sirius is a big dummy. I have come to the conclusion that Ellie is your mini. She scowls at me just like you do. Emmy is Y/n’s mini. She’s just peaceful and calm.”

Regulus moved to sit down.

“Yeah, she’s calm alright. Just wait until it's 2 am and she has a loaded diaper.”

Sirius winced.

“Ew, not my thing. You, on the other hand, look like you were born to change dirty diapers.”

A small smile formed on Regulus’ face.

“I suppose so. I’m almost positive that Kreacher is now in hiding. He heard the two of them screaming at the same time and ran for it. I haven’t seen him in days.”

“He may have died.”

Sirius interrupted. Regulus gave him a displeased look.

“Mate, don’t.”

Sirius held a hand up ready to defend his thinking.

“Reg, he’s like a million years old. He was old when we were kids.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Don’t let Y/n hear you say that. You know that she adores Kreacher besides…she’s a little sensitive right now. She’s bursting into tears at the smallest thing…thankfully Tonks and Andromeda showed up like god damned fairy godmothers to help out. They’re in the kitchen having tea. Anyway, what are you up to today? It's early for you to make an appearance.”

Sirius’ smile fell as he, once again, looked over his shoulder.

“I have something for you. I was going to take care of it myself but I figured that you would want to join in. I didn’t want you getting jealous because…”

“What is it, Sirius? I am going on three hours of sleep and don’t want to play charades.”

Regulus interjected. There were just times, like today, when Sirius could be exhausting.

“First, off interrupting is rude. Second, I have Pettigrew tied to a chair in my flat. I wanted to see if you wanted to get a few hits in before I finished him off.”

Regulus nearly broke the chair that he was sitting in to get up. Had he heard Sirius correctly? Did he really say that he had the one man that Regulus wanted to choke? He was almost 99% positive that he had heard his older brother correctly.

“How did you get him?”

Regulus questioned as he moved to make sure that you were still eagerly talking to Tonks and Andromeda. When he was sure that you hadn’t heard anything, Regulus turned back to Sirius.

“It's fine, she’s busy.”

Regulus replied, giving the go-ahead for Sirius to speak.

“I ran into him in a dark ally way. He tried to run, I hit him over the head. As much as I wanted to finish him off for James and Lily… I knew that you would want to get a hit in for how he threatened Y/n and the twins.”

Regulus immediately looked furious. His attention went to the twins who were now cuddled together sleeping. Sirius was right. Regulus did want to kill Peter. He wanted to make sure the other man downright suffered!

Regulus focused his attention back on Sirius. He wondered just how dirty Sirius wanted to get his hands. Regulus knew that Sirius was definitely capable of killing Peter himself. There was no questioning that but the question was, would he?

“I nearly killed him last night but I thought that was too good for him. The worm doesn’t deserve an easy way out.”

Sirius replied, feeling the rage over losing James and Lily return. Peter’s deception and betrayal were still “a cut” that never healed itself. Sirius did well at hiding his true feelings most days but when Peter came back to endanger Regulus’ family’s lives…everything was torn right back open again.

“Did you leave him alone?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius shook his head.

“Remus is with him now. He wanted to get a few punches in too.”

Regulus had already pulled his coat on. He was going to do more than punch Peter. Regulus was going to make damn sure that Peter regretted ever mentioning a word about any member of the Black family.

“I’ll be doing more than that. Excuse me for a moment.”

Regulus turned and went into the kitchen where you sat with Tonks and Andromeda. He felt guilty leaving you immediately even if it was only for a few hours. Regulus knew that you were as exhausted as he was. He justified it, however, by telling himself that he was getting rid of the waste of space…a cowardly, useless waste of space that no longer deserved to breathe.

“Love, can I talk to you for a moment?”

You immediately got up and followed Regulus into the study. Something on Regulus’ face made you nervous.

“Is something wrong?”

You asked. Regulus shook his head, trying with everything he had to appear normal.

“Love, I’m going out with Sirius for a bit. He needs my help with something.”

You raised an eyebrow before glancing to where Sirius stood. Even his expression seemed “off”

“What does he need help with? Both of you seem off. Regulus, what are you doing?”

Regulus took a breath before moving forward to pull you into a kiss. His hand didn’t leave the side of your face.

“I can’t tell you right now. I need you to trust me and know what I am going to do is for the best. It's for the best of all of us. Can you do that?”

Regulus was relieved when you reluctantly nodded. He knew that he would have to tell you the truth soon enough. Until Peter was dead, however, he wanted you to stay in the dark. There was safety in the dark, especially now.

“Just be safe and come home to me. The girls and I need you.”

You said, hoping that Regulus wouldn’t be doing anything too dangerous. The main thing that you wanted to do was plant the seed that not only did the twins need Regulus but you needed him too.

Regulus kissed you again softly.

“I promise, I will be just fine. The three of you are my everything. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Regulus kissed you one final time before following Sirius out the door….

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turtlesandfrogs · 6 months ago

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I have a job in invasive species removal. Im trying to study on my own. But im not sure Where should i start? Its overwhelming tbh but since you also have ADHD im hoping you have a good perspective of where a good rounded starting point might be.

'Invasive species' is a pretty big category, and I'm not sure what aspect of it you're trying to study. It may be helpful to narrow in on what exactly you're wanting to learn. What species are invasive in your area? What species are most detrimental to the other species in your area? Ecosystem-specific removal strategies? The conceptualization of invasive species and how that effects how we interact with the ecosystems around us?

I would assume that who ever you're working for has given you a list of the invasive species/noxious weeds in your area, but in case they haven't (and for others reading) there should be a state/county/other local governmental body that maintains a list of the relevant plants in your area. For example, here's the one for my state:

https://www.nwcb.wa.gov/printable-noxious-weed-list

Narrowing down further, by county or city level is going to be more useful, depending on how diverse the ecosystems of your general area are. Like, I don't need to worry about a bunch of those plants, because they're adapted to the dry, hot side of the state, and they just don't compete here.

If you want to know which are having the biggest impact, well, learning to identify the species which are creating large monocultures, particularly if they're able to create monocultures in relatively undisturbed areas. Also looking up which animal species are struggling (threatened, endangered, etc), finding out what host plant(s) they use, and what those plants need to be successful may be useful. For example, Taylor's Checkspot is an endangered butterfly that needs prairie habitat, and depends on the (native) "harsh paintbrush (Castilleja hispida), marsh speedwell (Veronica scutellata), American brooklime (V. beccabunga)" and non-native "plantains (Plantago lanceolate and P. major) and thyme-leaved speedwell (V. serpyllifolia ssp. serpyllifolia)"*. So if you're in the area of that particular butterfly, you might want to leave the plantain and thyme-leaved speedwell, even though they're not native, depending on the local situation of host plants. Because a native and endangered butterfly depends on them. While also encouraging the native plants above and restoring prairie habitat in general.

As for creating a more nuanced perspective than "evil plant evil", here's a few things that broadened my prespective:

A talk called "Indigenous perspectives on invasive species" by Giniw Gary Pritchard, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pay6nAu62l8

A book titled "Beyond the War on Invasive Species A Permaculture Approach to Ecosystem Restoration" by Tao Orion

And this article:

With all of that said, I beg of you, and all people reading and going out and personally interacting with ecosystems, understand that it's a matter of nuance, complexity, care, locality, and on going tending. Different invasive species are different, and have different effects on the ecosystem. You can't just rip out invasive plants and expect that the native plants will automatically come back and dominate the ecosystem again. There's replanting, selective weeding, prescribed fire, habitat restoration and more and it's an on-going process, not a one and done thing. People have a real tendency to either decide that ALL non-native plants are bad and evil and no one should plant them (while ignoring all of agriculture) or deciding that invasive plants aren't a problem at all and we should just let them do their thing. Please find the middle path. Nuance!

*source: https://wdfw.wa.gov/species-habitats/species/euphydryas-editha-taylori#desc-range

#invasive species

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cookiemom6067 · 6 months ago

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Chapter 11 of @branwyn-says's "K'diwa: A Steamy Novel of Interspecies Romance" is up!

Gaila is Orion; the only one in Starfleet, one of less than 5000 living on Earth. There is a reason Orion females get automatic refugee status under Federation law, and everyone knows what that reason is. Including Spock, though he’s far too well-mannered to allude to it.

“People who grew up like Jimmy and I did either go wild or completely shut down when it comes to sex,” she says bluntly.

It takes Spock about three seconds to begin processing what she’s just implied. She watches his eyes fill with dread, then denial, then, finally, with a heat powerful enough to consume cities.

It doesn’t frighten Gaila, because that same anger lives deep in her heart, a perpetual combustion that powers everything she does.

#podfic #star trek #st:aos #kirk/spock #spirk

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renemourisfr · 1 year ago

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a-forbidden-detective · 8 months ago

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Meisterdetektiv Ron Kamonohashi, Episodes 6, 7 & 8: Toto curses! OMG!

Episode 6: The Live Broadcast Murder

“Shit! Hast du eine Bindehautentzündung?” (Do you have conjunctivitis?) Toto exclaimed as he saw again his friend with pink red eyes at the opening of episode 6.

I was a bit taken aback with German-dubbed Toto Isshiki. He’s so generous using cuss words. It feels like he’s used to it when he’s in a pinch or in an unpleasant situation that it comes out from his mouth automatically. What would his Oma say?

There’s a particular reason why it made me 100 per cent convinced that Youhei Azakami truly embodies Ron’s voice. Not only he was playful when he sang his daba-daba-du, but during the Live Broadcast Murder arc, Azakami’s rendition—the way he gasped and then called out Toto’s name—is more dramatic, pronounced, and dare I say, erotic that reminds me more of the voice he uses when he does his BL CDs. I love it. I love, love, love it! There is a desperate ring to it, as if half of him had died.

However, Ron’s German dub is urgent, a matter of fact, very surprised, alarmed.

I guess, it helps when one is a singer, which Azakami is.

Yet, overall, German-dub Ron’s delivery of his incoming depression at the tail end of the case is almost the same like the original JP version.

“Toto, ich kann nicht.”

When Ron DE dub replied to Toto’s declaration that they shouldn’t stop doing it because they are doing the right thing, I felt that. Then Toto showed the invitation that made me think, “is the anime really setting up something different from the manga?”!

Toto: Die lag in meinem Briefkasten. Es steht LEIDER keinen Absender dabei aber es macht ja nichts. (I found the invitation in my post box. Unfortunately there’s no sender’s name. But that doesn’t matter.)

ES MACHT NICHTS???

Toto, wouldn’t you feel a bit suspicious? Were you part of this conspiracy?

Toto again: Wir brauchen einen Tapetenwechsel, ja. Natürlich werde ich dich begleiten. (We need a change of scenes. Of course, I am going to accompany you.)

Natürlich.

Ron: Wir beide werden zuckersüße Träume haben. (We are going to have sweet dreams.)

It really sounded as if they spent somewhere for a getaway for the two of them alone.

Episode 7

I realised that upon watching the anime again, there is this part where Toto was so taken of Princess Ori that Ron’s opening the dome’s roof was intentional. Toto was so mesmerised of the Orion Constellation idol that Onadera then said after seeing Toto’s face that just by watching Princess Ori he became an astronomy fan and Ron found a way to interrupt it.

Anyway, did I say that I am loving the fact that this Toto is fond of cursing.

Fuck ! Said Toto upon seeing what transpired inside the dome and thinking that Ron was hurt or worse dead.

RonToto called Orihime as Vega in German dub.

When Toto ran outside to begin searching for evidence to exonerate Ron, instead of “to investigate of course!” Toto’s reply was a resolute “Dir dein arsch (zu) retten!”! (To save your ass!)

Episode 8

I cannot believe that German dub Ron really said: “No shit Sherlock !” We know this moniker, but Ron sounded as if he was making fun of his ancestor. 😼

It is very noticeable how the silence in between the conversation of John Grizzly and Toto dominated the scenes. Grizzly tried to scrutinise RonToto’s relationship that took Toto by surprise because what could he say he didn’t know this person much.

All in all it was a decent German dub.

PS:

I forgot to add that during the second episode, when Ron assured Amamiya that Toto would solve the Piggybank murder case, he told Toto’s boss :

“You can go home, Frau Amamiya!”

Proof that Ron in the anime doesn’t have any interest on the female police officer.

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #akira amano #ron et toto #ron kamonohashi: deranged detective #meister detektiv ron kamonohashi #rontoto #rkdd languages #doing this stream of consciousness sort of explaining the German dub #youhei azakami #florian hoffmann

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wistsandmagic · 3 months ago

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@emptymanuscript

So we're not threadjacking that poor person's post anymore. XD

YES, in G1 Skyfire and Starscream were scientist buddies pre-War. That remains in some continuities, and is honestly the fan-favourite for the two of them in most iterations. Key word being most.

In the Aligned continuity (Which Transformers Prime is a part of, I know you're watching right now~) Megatron was a gladiator, yes. He rose to the top of the gladiatorial pits, though he was also a poet. Somewhat of the embodiment of the warrior-poet, though not as much as what is portrayed in the IDW continuity.

For Prime and other Aligned-related bits (the novels, RID 2015, Rescue Bots, etc.) he definitely has the braggadocio, and the cunning. He is moderately science-minded, in the way that all bots must be to some extent to be able to operate their own technology, but he is not a scientist, nor was he ever any kind of aristocrat. One of his biggest things is bragging about how he came from the pits and worked his way up from nothing. It's one reason he resorts so very easily to violence, despite his clear and marked intelligence. In...most cases. We are not including the idiocy that is EVERYTHING to do with Dark Energon, because then we would have no cartoon plot.

I am still mad about what they did to Cliffjumper. I know it was necessary for the plot, but the poor guy didn't even make it halfway through the season! Though, it is thematically important, both what they did and how Arcee is treated and developed. Keep an eye on it!

IDW goes much the same route with Megatron being a warrior-poet who started in the mines, got in trouble and wound up in the gladiatorial pits as punishment, and then rose to the top as a gladiator, then used that infamy to publish his works condemning the Senate. Which caught the eye of Orion Pax and Senator Shockwave, resulting in some interesting times Pre-War. Megatron, however, believed that violence was the only way to solve the corruption plaguing Cybertron, and others...disagreed. Hence you get the start of hatred, perceived betrayal, and a severe rivalry that ends up in all-out War, with some bots unfortunately getting caught in the middle of it and getting their lives destroyed even before tensions became full-fledged battle (but this is about Megatron and I will not tangent into a Shockwave rant....)

As for aristocracy and Megatron...that is straight from Transformers Animated, back in 2007. It's not part of the Aligned continuity, it's its own thing. Again, we don't actually know Megatron's backstory in that, just what we get in the show and some snippets of him leading the 'Cons in the past. We know he overthrew Megazarak, who led the Decepticons as a splinter off of the Destrons, and the claim is that Megazarak was exiled, though everyone knows Megatron straight up killed him.

From clues in the show he likes the finer things in life and has both the means and the contacts to get said finer things, and he knows how to carry himself as an aristocrat. Now whether or not that is a put-on is hard to say, but evidence points to him having actually been a Cybertronian aristocrat back in the day. Yes he is large like other Warframes, which society at large has deemed makes one automatically a Decepticon, since Autobots seem to generally be of the companion and civilian frame-types (besides Warrior classes like Optimus, Sentinel, and Ultra Magnus, but even THEY are small in comparison to Decepticons, though they are lauded as the elite of the elite in Autobot society), however, Megatron's frame shape says that he is a Warrior class, not a "Warframe". He looks as though he has modified himself to be larger, like the true Warframe Decepticons, but his shape belies the fact that he was clearly a Warrior class at some point in time. He also speaks and behaves like an aristocrat, not like one pretending at it. He doesn't like getting his hands dirty when someone else can do the dirty work for him, for instance. He seems to feel as though the world owes him a favour, and not in the way that delusions of grandeur usually manifest, as they do in Starscream. He is the elite, of course the world owes him a favour!

But again, this is all conjecture, as we're never actually given that bit of backstory. Animated ended too soon, tragically.

#emptymanuscript #...oh lord...#I am so sorry

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lulublack90 · 9 months ago

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Prompt 28 - Remain

@jegulus-microfic February 28 Word count 666

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“Maman, I thought you and Papa were still at the country mansion.” Regulus tried to cover his shock at his mother’s sudden appearance.

“The Dark Lord requested the assistance of The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, and so I immediately returned to our ancestral home.” Walburga recited proudly. Regulus was glad his emotionless mask had automatically slipped into place when she’d uttered her first word, as he wanted very badly to roll his eyes at her.

“What did The Dark Lord require?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t being too obvious with his questioning. Walburga narrowed her eyes at him, and he felt her force her way into his head. He let her in. Everything of importance was locked away where she could never find it.

“You’ve been to the Rosier household frequently recently.”

“Yes, Maman. He is a friend from school, and we have been a successful team for The Dark Lord. He has been pleased with our work.” She seemed appeased by his answer.

“Good, good. Then you may continue your acquaintance with the family.” She turned to walk up the stairs.

“Is Kreacher with you?” He called before she completely disappeared.

“That is the reason I have returned. The Dark Lord required him for a task of some sort.” Regulus froze. It was never a good thing when Voldemort asked for house elves. A lot of them never came back.

His hand went to his pocket again, checking everything was still there. He would have to be a lot more careful now that his Mother had returned. He did not yet know how long she would remain at Grimmauld Place, but he was eternally thankful they’d had their meetings at Evan’s rather than here.

He went to his room and carefully put as many silencing charms on it as he could remember, and even then, he whispered into the mirror.

“James?” He only had to wait seconds before James’s face was grinning back at him.

“Couldn’t go without seeing my face for more than an hour, huh?”

“James, shhh, be quiet.” James’s expression changed to worry.

“What’s happened?” He asked seriously.

“My Mother was here when I arrived home. She started asking questions.”

“Shit. Are you okay?” Regulus nodded.

“Yes, she didn’t find anything. But she did tell me that Voldemort wanted Kreacher for something important. I’ll have to wait for him to return before I find out what. I don’t want to appear too interested.”

“Yeah, keep your head down. How long do you think he’ll be?” James said quietly.

“I don’t know, she didn’t say. There’s a meeting in two days. He should be back by then if Voldemort is.”

Regulus heard a creak outside his bedroom door and watched the handle rattle. He snapped the mirror shut and removed his silencing charms as he slipped it inside his pocket. He grabbed his book and reclined lazily on his bed, pretending to read it.

The handle rattled again, this time allowing his Mother to enter. Walburga stared at him suspiciously.

“Why was your door locked, Regulus?”

“It wasn’t Maman. The latch is sticky. Sometimes, it doesn’t open unless you force it.” He hoped she bought it. He didn’t have any other excuses.

“Hmm,” If she suspected him of lying, she didn’t voice it. “Goodnight, Regulus.”

“Goodnight, Maman.” She shut the door carefully behind her. Regulus made a note to mess with the latch to make it stick for the next time she came to his room.

Lily had agreed to pass messages from James and Sirius to the rest of the team at Rosier House, so he hoped James would warn them that Walburga was back. His friends didn’t try to contact him, at least.

Apparently, Orion had opted to stay in the country while the weather was still fine, so it was just Regulus and Walburga for the next few days. Regulus didn’t think he’d long for a Death Eater meeting, but the next one couldn’t come quick enough.

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lemons-pears · 2 months ago

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If Moth in my opinion is known as the “the Shadow Father” for that one meme

In Moth’s opinion would he hate Orion in a way because they basically share the rookies?

Because this a small chunk from a Shadow story I’m working on🥲

Jack says as they both heard Moth get dog piled by some rookies, that got to come due to good behavior, Orion looked down at Moth

“Your turn to watch them.”

Orion said with a evil-ish smile as Moth struggled to get up

“This sweater is new. And you got them to dog pile me.”

Moth said looking up at Orion, who waved his hand dismissing the rookies who just went to sit in a pile of hay. Orion pulled up Moth and helped him to dust off

“You good?”

Orion said already knowing the answer

“No. No I’m not ok, I just got dog piled by mine and your kids.”

Orion laughed a bit

“Ha! Well don’t take them away from me when it’s my turn to watch them”

“we had training”

Moth grumbles and you know that, Orion goes to speak but before he can, they both hear the rookies starting a fight, they both ran over to break it up

(I will change it if you want me to, hope I spelled that right)

i think this is also a question for @zante-selachi just to be safe, but i'll provide my own viewpoint! if this goes off track a little it's because it's early soz-

No, Moth does not hate Orion. He does look up to him (for being a half-decent authority figure and also physically- Moth is kinda short in comparison haha-) and make of that what you will.

Despite what the rookies insist, Moth doesn't fully view himself as their 'father': he feels responsible, as an officer should, but because Orion is their captain, he feels the authority automatically goes to him once he enters the room. If they wanna call him 'father' then he won't argue, though. Some of them are Moth's kids until Orion takes the reins but Moth would never admit that.

That being said, Moth does view the rookies as kids because they somewhat remind him of his niece so it's easier to deal with them as such.

Moth could never hate a man like Orion (or what Orion appears to be whenever he's around).

Do ask more if you've got further questions❗i just read this before i had to leave so it might be a bit messy-

#yes this is about moth #shadow company oc #shadow company #cod oc #shadow 12 3 (cod oc)

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robby-bobby-tommy · 1 year ago

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So I've finished Transformers: Exodus and, for God's sake, I adore this book. It was really interesting and surprisingly thoughtful, cuz it brought up a lot of hard and heavy themes.

And now I really want to share one of my personal favorite moments of all book and discuss its themes.

But, before I begin I am obligated to warn you about spoilers. If you want to read TF:Exodus absolutely don't read my post. Ok? Good. So, once again, brace yourself for a scene analysis! Also, this is all my opinion, I might be wrong.

Now, the scene I talk about is battle between Sentinel Prime and Megatron. I'll let you read it before I continue on what I love about it.

Now, remember me praising this book for bringing up heavy themes? Yeah, this is an apogee of that statement. Like this one scene makes us question so much and makes us wonder who is right. Yet the best part is that it's no one IMO.

So, the first big question, that came to my mind reading this was who should I root for?

Now, from watching TFP and other Transformers media we all expect Decepticons be bad and every Autobot/bot who supports their cause to be automatically a good character. Yet TF:Exodus absolutely changes the narrative. Sentinel Prime isn't in any capacity a good person. He is the one who proposed and made to life the caste system, the one who made millions upon millions bots suffer just because they could transform into certain thing, the one who gave D-16 the reason to became Megatronus. (Let me clarify something. D-16, Megatronus and Megatron are all the same person, yet I'm inclined using this separation for clearance of speech. D-16 is a slave, Megatronus is a gladiator/revolutioner and Megatron is a tyrant/dictator. Though it isn't really true, since Megatron quickly changed his name, but I feel it'll be easier to comprehend what point of character ideology I'm talking about). Thousands of bots were living their long life in the mines, in the pits of polluted cities just because they were born with a specific transformation. He reaped what all this unfortunate, unnamed bots sow. Sentinel Prime is the person who is responsible for deaths and, even more terrible, lifes millions of bots had. Honestly, I don't remember why he decided that caste system was a good idea, but in grand scheme of things it doesn't matter. Let's be frank, SP had time to change the system, yet never did. Why? Because it directly benefited him. Why change something if it makes your life better at the cost of unnamed, distant slaves that you can ignore?

Yet I can't find myself rooting for Megatron. And this is a question, that was brought up by the book and for which I have no answer.

When the reasonable sacrifice becomes unstoppable massacre?

Now, revolution isn't something that usually ends up with no victims. As Megatronus states nothing was changing while him and Orion discussed the problem. The higher class wouldn't do anything if they were asked nicely, which we can clearly see in the books. So to make themselves heard, gladiators decided to do terrorist attacks, which is while understandable, yet directly contradicting to their own ideology (we'll get to it later). But, when is this enough? This question is indirectly asked by Sentinel Prime. Are the deaths of Bumper and Fastback were necessary? Now, I'm not sure that I, at least for now, possess any means on discussing this kind of question. And this is what I like! It isn't just yes or no, good or bad. We want to hate Sentinel Prime and be on Megatronus' side, but it isn't that easy. Because it's not Megatronus anymore. It isn't this idealistic bot, who only wants freedom for himself and his people. No, Megatronus is long gone. And now there's someone new. Megatron. Now, while I can't discuss necessity of deaths of other persons, since I consider myself unprepared for this kind of talks, I can point out the moment when I think revolution became Megatron's secondary mission.

No, I'm not talking about scene where Orion became Prime, though it is really important. I'm talking about the brief moment when he torn out Bumblebee's voice box.

Was it necessary? Probably yes, since Bee was an enemy's spy. Yet what makes it a very important scene is that in this particular moment, Megatron forgets about his own cause. His ideology was about freedom of speech and choice for people like him. So wouldn't it mean that Decepticons should respect a someone's choice becoming an Autobot? But it never happens. I'm not saying that Megatron should've let BB go with praises and a smooch on the forehead. But when the ideology founder doesn't play by his own rules, why would people following him should? And this is why I love this book and this moment. Guys, I'm not saying I've read much and maybe I just have very low standards, yet this is such a good scene! I never thought I'd say it, but the story about space aliens who fight each other, while smoking intergalactic crack is one of the most realistic stuff I've ever seen! Megatron's idea was brilliant yet the execution and envy destroyed everything good. Megatron was right at first, but when he stopped caring for his own people that's when it all went downhill. And this scene just keeps getting better. Call me slowpoke (cuz this is what I am), but writing this made me realize about what delusion OP talked about in TFP and about what SP was talking about in this moment. Megatron is no revolutionary anymore. He is a tyrant. He long forgot about his cause, the only thing he cares about now is getting back at Optimus. His delusions make him think he's doing the right thing for a good cause, yet he never fully understands that he becomes something he has sworn to destroy. Now he is ignoring his people, sending them to endlessly and pointlessly die on the battlefield or by his own hands just for disobeying his orders. Megatron couldn't care less about the caste system he had already wiped out of existence. The envy, the pain and the "betrayal" got to his head, twisting his mind and even driving him crazy. And people tend to find an excuse for their own wrongdoings, so they can feel better about themselves. Megatronus' idea became Megatron's excuse.

And this is so deep and so realistic. I love how Alex Irvine approached Megatronus' fall and Megatron's rise, our necessity for choosing the lesser evil out of two morally questionable ideologies. And giving us the opportunity to decide for ourselves.

I hope you now understand why I adore this scene so much😉

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