#Void touched Vlad

[radiance1]

@puppetmaster13u You called Danny a space whale in the tags of one of this post.

Now what if that was literal?

Hear me out, Danny outlives his friends, parents, sister. Danny becomes a literal whale.

Well, not a literal one because he's a ghost, but he takes the shape one of at the very least. He's just a giant, glowing white whale that looks pretty divine not going to lie.

Danny leaves earth. It wasn't safe for him anymore, what with the GIW and all that as even the ghosts found it not even worth anymore to visit the mortal world.

Except for Desiree and Spectra, but that's besides the point.

But Danny doesn't retreat to the zone, he's always longed for space, but because of his new half humanness he doesn't get believe he could've ever gone because, well. Yea.

But Danny goes fuck it and goes anyway. His form shifts from human to that of a giant whale, and he swims out into the vastness of space.

Years pass, and Danny does start getting bigger as he aged. He explored the vastness of space, marveling at many things, the different planets, the stars, the formations of rock and other things.

Then he encounters someone he never though he would've.

Vlad.

Well, he knew Vlad was left behind in space by his father but he didn't think he would find him again and Vlad seemed... different, from what he remembered.

For one thing, he didn't even know where Vlad began and space ended. He got only see those red eyes that even hinted at it being the man. His body was void black and filled with stars upon stars, all glittering from his body and Vlad barely even seemed to notice him, or if he did, he didn't seem to care at all.

So, Danny took him.

He was both curious and felt a bit bad about what happened to Vlad, even if he didn't know exactly what happened, and he couldn't just leave him there either.

So on his back Vlad went, and his travels continued.

It seemed to be the correct decision, really, because slowly overtime Vlad seemed to be regaining his awareness. Then slowly, tentatively, started to speak with him through ghost speak.

Vlad only seemed to vaguely remember what he was before space. He remembered hating a man, loving a woman, wanting a son, loneliness and a boy with white hair and toxic green eyes.

Even though Vlad was his former enemy, his nemesis, and someone who took the world hostage.

He couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Then their travels continued.

Years pass unnoticed, when in space, with Danny slowly getting bigger and bigger as the two travel throughout. They've come into contact with various civilizations, some hostile, some peaceful, some neutral.

The hostile ones never lasted long, even if Danny never lifted a flipper to do anything most of the time, Vlad made sure of it.

They came at went as they pleased, and Danny believes that they've gained a bit of a reputations over their adventures, but neither he nor Vlad knew exactly what they said. It did prove useful in some cases, however.

A few more years, and Danny feels that this system is vaguely familiar. Which happens sometimes, considering he's been travelling for so long. He then finds out why it was so familiar.

He came across Earth and, oh. When was the Earth so small?

Well, not small really, but when was he just only a bit smaller than it?

Did it shrink when he was away? Or did he just grow?

That doesn't matter though. What does, is the fact that currently seemed to be an invasion going on, on his home planet thank you very much. He did not like the fact that there was a massive fleet parked right outside his home.

So he spoke to Vlad, expressed his displeasure, Vlad responded back knowingly and went off to make the source of his displeasure disappear. That doesn't Danny was idle either, the fleet was big and, well.

It's been a while since he's stretched himself in a fight.

[brainman1987]

I love the space whale Danny designs (credit to @/puppetmaster13u ) they are gorgeous and I love them, WHY IS IT SO DETAILED??? I KNOW THAT IT WAS LIKE. A ONE OFF DRAWING OF DANNY OR WHATEVER BUT PLEASE THIS TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO JUST DO FLATS. FLATS

Anyways, I did the flats and mostly all the rendering on void touched!vlad, but Danny needs to be shaded and rendered. Also need to add in earth and the appropriate background! Vlad has a black hole core, while Danny’s is a space core, yin and yang for all of time aren’t they?

[asjjohnson]

Immortality

(a ficlet written for Dannymay 2024 prompt 6: Immortal AU: What if Danny/Halfas couldn’t die?) Also on AO3.

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He actually didn’t know whether halfas were immortal or just lived longer than humans.

Now at around age 140, give or take a few years (what year was it now? he could calculate it), Danny was an old man in his human form—wrinkled skin hanging from his arms and face like unironed fabric; hunched over to half his original height, bones grated down as though left exposed outside over the past decades; eyes milked over; ears inadequate despite their larger size; mind fogged.

He had no one to look to. A few years ago, or maybe a decade or two ago, he’d searched the Zone for any sign or rumor of the existence of other halfas. He wasn’t sure how long he’d searched, talking to distant ghosts, visiting places he never could have imagined existed, the Ghost Zone stretching on and on, toward infinity, before he’d given it up as a lost cause.

Vlad (though only a few years older than Danny and thus wouldn’t have been of much help anyhow) never returns to his human form. Had stopped living as a human altogether once he’d realized he was ‘growing old’.

Of course, this had been before Vlad was anywhere near an old man. Back when he’d only been about 60 years old. A few wrinkles and thinning hair, and his vanity and pride had had him abandoning his human half completely.

Not to the extreme of extracting that part of himself, of course—he had known better by that age—but of denying its existence; living solely as a ghost.

Danny had grown fond of humanity, however. The light touch of gravity, an embrace that kept him tethered to reality; the life found everywhere he looked, in the grass at his feet, in the air around him, or even just walking by him—so unlike the void of the Ghost Zone, the vast empty space with small pockets of ecto-life scattered across its depths; even the ache in his bones, the proof that he was alive, still belonging to this planet. It was all fondness.

Even as his senses continued to fade—the details of leaves and faces blurring even with thick glasses, the chittering of birds growing silent even with hearing aids, the difficulty of holding objects (connecting with the world around him) with pain and trembling hands—he clung ever more to the human world and its small wonders.

And though all his human friends from over a hundred years ago might be lost, he wasn’t alone.

They were still here.

Alive and well, living echoes seen in their grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and teenaged great-great-great-grandchildren. A town composed of familiar faces. And sometimes those echoes were so strong, he called someone by the wrong name.

Matilda wears a black shirt one day and, even with the pink floral patterns, Sam is so strong within her.

Derek tries out for football, and the way his smile pulls across his face is all Dash, even through the freckles and shaggy brown hair.

Nicky’s righteous glare is Valerie shining straight from his heart. Although the light in his eyes as he talks about psychology is all Jazz.

Danny was trying. Trying so hard to stay with them all, as they continued to live, fully alive, forever onward.

He didn’t know whether halfas were immortal.

[redelliavalentinos]

Fates Indecisive

...the Void is a vast expanse without beginning or end. But...every now and then, the Spinner runs across her only company; the two that got away. The mocking flaws in a perfect system. Everytime, she stares, and waits for the coins to tip. Hopes for the coins to tip. To decide. And everytime, they remain. For it was the indecision that was the final ruling.

The coins are Danny and Vlad's souls in this AU. Essentially, a coin toss decided their ultimate fates, and they landed on their edges. Normally, with heads, the thread of life remains intact, the soul is returned and the person gets to live another day. Tails, they die, the Inexorable cuts the thread of life, and the soul is sent on its way. There's a clear and final decision. I have this idea that after the coin tosses, every once in a while, the Spinner will find the coins again, still standing on their edges. They're in a state of flux. She can't touch them. Her hands will just pass right through. She and her sisters can't move them, and Danny and Vlad can't reclaim them.

She's not unhappy that they're there. The decision is final and she has no say in the matter, and neither do the Allotter or the Inexorable. But their being there makes her question everything. And she doesn't really know what to do whenever she stumbles upon them again. She just kind of stares at them for a few minutes, or a few centuries, and wonders how Danny and Vlad are doing.

[five-rivers]

Death is a personal thing.  

To be sure, everyone dies eventually, and, in that, if nothing else, they are equal.  But no two people know death the same way.  No two people are touched by death the same way.  No two people see death in the same way.  No two people are taken by death in the same way.  

And no one may know another’s death.  Not beyond a glimpse through a window at night, not beyond a tale of a country undiscovered.  

That country of death was much the same. 

The Ghost Zone.  The Spirit World.  The Infinite Realms.  

Many names.  Many faces.  Many forms.  

It was personal.  

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Vlad Masters knew what the Ghost Zone looked like.  He had worked with Jack and Maddie to extrapolate its composition and appearance long before they’d even gotten the proto-portal running from the tiny samples of ectoplasm they’d been able to synthesize.  

Once they had… Well.  Even the small uncertainty he’d had before was gone.  The Ghost Zone was green and pulsating pain, ooze and rot, twisted abominations and power.  

He could feel it inside him, even in the hospital, even dying from ecto-acne.  He knew.  He knew.  

And his knowledge was vindicated the first time he stepped through a portal.  

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Danny grew up hearing stories about ghosts, even if he didn’t believe in them.  Stories about how evil they were, generally, but also about what the Ghost Zone was supposed to be like.  Vast voids.  Glowing ectoplasm.  Islands of stability.  

It shaped him.  But it wasn’t the only thing that did that.  

(He remembered, distantly, Grandpa Fenton saying that he was going on one, last, long journey…)

He stood in front of the empty porta, smiling.  “You’re right.  Who knows what kind of awesome, super-cool things exist on the other side of that portal?”

Danny didn’t know.  But he imagined.  He imagined a journey of a lifetime, of a death, of an eternity.  

The light that killed him and saved him was green, but it was followed by diamond-studded black.  

His first journey into the Ghost Zone showed him a world of wonder.  Eternal night stretched as far as the eye could see, strewn with luminescent islands - each a wandering star, populated by strange trees, strange fruits, strange beings, strange technology, all glowing in the dark.  

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For Sam, the Ghost Zone was a vast wilderness full of extinct and endangered creatures.  All those things Sam cared so much about saving.  All the things humanity had failed to save.  All the things humanity had driven into the dark.  

Not only a wilderness - a hungry, grasping wilderness.  Beautiful, but deadly and eager to take.  

It was about her activism.  Her passions.  Her understanding of killing.  

(It was really about Danny.)

(About losing him.)

(About dooming him.)

(About killing him.)

(Making him a member of a not-quite-species with only three members.)

But she could find her place here, too.  She knew.  The jungles, the deserts, the mountains, the tundra.  The creeping vines, the snarling beasts, the towering trees.  There was a place here for her.

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The Ghost Zone was dead, and to Tucker Foley dead meant two things.  Broken tech and hospitals.  

His version of the Ghost Zone had both.  Great landfills and huge, almost industrial buildings that seemed to ooze illness and injury in an apocalyptic landscape.  There was rust and gray in the sky, streaked with mossy, algae-like green.  Verdigris.  Even gold oxidized and crumbled.  

The thing was, junk could be repurposed.  Broken things could be fixed, or scavenged for parts.  Brought back to life, as it were.  

He just had to avoid the hospitals, and everything would be fine.  

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First and foremost, Jazz’s view of the Ghost Zone and ghosts in general was colored by the general concept of ‘her brother, the superhero.’

This was the world beyond the portal for her.  One where death wasn't, and she still didn't have to see.

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Valerie hated the Ghost World and everything in it.  It was a bottomless pit that did nothing but take and take and take.  

… It did seem a little different, though, after the first time she'd actually worked with Phantom.  There seemed to be other changes after her second suit.  The whole place just felt more inviting.  

But surely that was all in her head. 

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And Jack and Maddie?  Well.  They already knew everything there was to know about ghosts… and they knew they weren’t ‘souls of the dead’ or any such nonsense.  They were simply monsters from another dimension!  One made of ectoplasm and energy!  A green world!  An exciting world!

A hostile world.  

One that would do anything it could to lie to them, to trick them, to kill them.  Just like the ghosts that inhabited it.  

That's why they needed the Specter Speeder and all their other protective gear.  

That's why they needed protective gear, unlike, say, Sam, who could walk through her wilderness unharmed, so long as she kept an eye out for prehistoric megafauna, or Tucker, who'd had to get his tetanus shot renewed after a nasty fall into a junk pile that first week.  The Ghost Zone would destroy them, just like they tried to destroy it.  

That was just what death was like, after all.  

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

THE VOID STOLE THE ASK SO IMMA RECAP AND POST ANSWER

The ask was about a defiant Darling and Yandere Ganondorf and maybe Vlad Masters, where the Darling was a spitfire and was tired of being kept trapped away. She's willing to be in the relationship! She will make it the healthiest he's ever been in! JUST LET HER DO THINGS AND SEE SUNSHINE AND BE HEALTHY ABOUT THIS DAMMIT. SHES A SPICY LITTLE KITTEN AND WILL BITE!

Some of the ask by @aikoiya, kinda changed a bit:

((Like, They are yandere af, but & this totally befuddles him beyond imagination, but she basically just sort of deep heavy sigh "Okay, I can see that there's no getting outta this & I am legitimately concerned for your mental health, so I'm gonna just accept that this is my new lot in life & do my best to try to get some therapy into your ill-socialized head."

But also, "Damnit, you call me your Darling/girlfriend/fiancée/wife & keep me locked up?!?! You walnut, you better start treating me like a precious Darling or I will make sure you regret it!!!"

Like, she gets so flipping angry that he's trying to keep her inside like a dang house pet & will make this fact known!

He gets upset about her trying to escape & she just looks at him like, "TO TOUCH GRASS & FEEL THE SUNSHINE ON MY SKIN!!! Where exactly do you think I'm going??? You have miles of monsters out there!!!"

And, if he insists on keeping her inside, she's just very passive-aggressive about telling him how his "prisoner" needs enrichment. Ya know, books, art supplies, cards, SOMETHING to hold off the slow encroachment of insanity. But in that jilted lover sort of way.

So, like, she's intelligent & perceptive & cunning & even manipulative & is receptive to his advances, but she basically says, "Listen, man, you wanna relationship with me, then fine. But I'm gonna make this the healthiest freaking relationship you've ever had, if it ends us both."

Like, she takes no bs & demands the respect due a wife/girlfriend/queen/whatever.

And I just have no clue what one would call that ship, but I wanna read a dang fiction about it with Ganondorf as the yandere.

Like, just imagine all the typical yandere tropes, but the victim is just sort of approaching it the way one might socializing a spicy kitten. How would he react to his darling acting this way?))

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Wind Waker Ganondorf

Setting: A grand, dimly lit chamber within Ganondorf's fortress. His lover, defiant and resolute, faces him.

Lover: (sighing heavily) "Alright, I see there's no getting out of this. But if I'm going to be stuck here, I expect to be treated like the precious Darling you claim I am."

Ganondorf: (frowning, confused) "You think you can make demands of me, woman?"

Lover: (crossing her arms) "Yes, I do. You want me to be your queen? Then treat me with the respect a queen deserves. I'm not a pet to be caged."

Ganondorf: (grudgingly) "And what do you propose?"

Lover: "For starters, I need books, art supplies, something to keep my mind sharp. If you want a sane queen, you'll give me the means to stay sane."

Ganondorf: (muttering) "Very well. But do not think this makes you free."

Lover: (smirking) "I wouldn't dream of it. But you'll see, Ganondorf. This will be the healthiest relationship you've ever had, even if it kills us both."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Setting: The throne room of Ganondorf's dark castle. His lover stands before him, determined.

Lover: (sighing) "Okay, Ganondorf, if I'm stuck here, we're doing this my way. You call me your fiancée, but keep me locked up like a prisoner. That ends now."

Ganondorf: (scowling) "You dare speak to me this way?"

Lover: "Yes, I dare. I need sunlight, fresh air, and mental stimulation. You have an army of monsters outside. Where do you think I'm going to run off to?"

Ganondorf: (pausing) "What do you want?"

Lover: "Books, art supplies, something to keep me from going insane. And if you ever truly cared for me, you’ll respect my needs."

Ganondorf: (reluctantly) "Fine. But do not test my patience."

Lover: (smiling) "Deal. Now, let’s work on making this the best relationship you’ve ever had."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Setting: A dark, foreboding hall in Ganondorf's castle. His lover confronts him with fierce determination.

Lover: (deep sigh) "Alright, Ganondorf, you win. But if I’m your wife, I demand to be treated like one. Not a housepet."

Ganondorf: (smirking) "You think you have the power to demand anything from me?"

Lover: "Yes, because if you don't, you'll regret it. I need books, art supplies, anything to keep me mentally stimulated. I won’t be a passive prisoner."

Ganondorf: (intrigued) "You are bold. Very well, you shall have what you need."

Lover: "Good. And if you really care about me, you’ll start treating me with respect. This relationship will be healthy, or it will be hell."

Ganondorf: (chuckling) "You amuse me. Perhaps this will be interesting after all."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Setting: The war room of Ganondorf’s fortress, filled with maps and strategy plans. His lover stands resolutely before him.

Lover: (sighing) "Ganondorf, if I’m going to be your queen, then start treating me like one. Keeping me locked up is not how you treat someone you care about."

Ganondorf: (raising an eyebrow) "And what do you propose?"

Lover: "I need books, art supplies, something to keep me sane. I’m not running away. Your army of monsters ensures that."

Ganondorf: (nodding slowly) "Very well. You shall have your distractions."

Lover: "And start respecting me. If you want a relationship, we’re doing this right."

Ganondorf: (grinning) "You are a fierce one. This will be... enjoyable."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Setting: A grand hall with windows overlooking the vast landscape. His lover faces him with determination.

Lover: (deep sigh) "Okay, Ganondorf, if I’m going to be your queen, then treat me like one. I’m not a prisoner."

Ganondorf: (thoughtfully) "What do you want?"

Lover: "Books, art supplies, anything to keep me sane. I’m not trying to escape; I just need mental stimulation."

Ganondorf: (nodding) "You shall have what you need."

Lover: "And respect me. This relationship will be healthy, or it will be nothing."

Ganondorf: (smiling) "You have spirit. Very well, let us see where this leads."

Demise

Setting: A dark and foreboding throne room, filled with the aura of darkness. His lover stands defiantly before him.

Lover: (sighing) "Alright, Demise, if I’m stuck here, then treat me like the queen you say I am. Not a prisoner."

Demise: (glaring) "You dare demand anything of me?"

Lover: "Yes, because if you don’t, you’ll regret it. I need books, art supplies, something to keep me from going insane. Your minions outside ensure I’m not escaping."

Demise: (considering) "Very well. You shall have your distractions."

Lover: "And start respecting me. If you want a relationship, we’re doing this right."

Demise: (grudgingly) "You are bold. Perhaps you are worthy of being my queen."

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Bonus:

Title: "The Gilded Cage"

Scene: The Castle of Twilight

The sun set beyond the horizon, casting long shadows through the tall windows of the castle. Within its imposing stone walls, Ganondorf paced restlessly, his fiery eyes occasionally flicking towards the grand oak door at the end of the hall. His “darling,” as he fondly referred to her, was beyond that door, where he kept her safe from the dangers of the outside world. The very thought of her escaping or being harmed filled him with a primal rage.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was markedly different. She sat by the window, the cool evening breeze rustling her hair. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she looked out at the world she once freely roamed. Turning back to the room, her eyes narrowed at the sight of the gilded cage she now called home.

The door creaked open, and Ganondorf entered, his presence commanding and filled with dark energy.

"My darling," he greeted, his voice a mix of adoration and possessiveness. "Why do you sigh so? Are you not happy here, with me?"

She turned to face him, her eyes sharp and unyielding. "Happy? You call this happiness, Ganondorf? You keep me locked up like a prized possession, but refuse to treat me with the respect and care you claim I deserve."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "I keep you safe. The world outside is filled with monsters and dangers that you cannot even imagine. I protect you because I love you."

She took a step forward, her stance defiant. "And in doing so, you’ve made me your prisoner. If you truly loved me, you’d understand that I need more than just protection. I need freedom, sunshine, and the feel of grass beneath my feet. I need books, art supplies, something to keep my mind from withering away in this cage."

Ganondorf’s expression softened, but his resolve did not waver. "You think I can simply let you roam free? The risk is too great. I cannot bear the thought of losing you."

Her eyes flashed with determination. "Then meet me halfway. You call me your darling, your fiancée, your wife. Treat me as such. Provide me with what I need to keep my sanity, to feel human. If I am to be yours, then you must learn to respect my needs and desires."

He stared at her, his mind racing. The idea of compromising, of bending to her will, was foreign to him. Yet, her words struck a chord deep within. She was not just any captive; she was intelligent, perceptive, and strong-willed. She demanded more from him than he had ever been willing to give.

"Very well," he finally said, his voice low and measured. "I will provide you with what you need. Books, art supplies, whatever you desire. But remember, you are still mine, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I accept your terms, for now. But understand this, Ganondorf: I will continue to push for more. I will make this relationship as healthy as possible, even if it means challenging you every step of the way."

He stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "You are a peculiar woman, my darling. Most would cower, yet you stand and fight. Perhaps that is why I find myself so drawn to you."

She met his gaze unflinchingly. "And perhaps that is why I will never give up on making you see reason. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a request for a library to make."

As she walked past him, Ganondorf couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration. This was not the dynamic he had envisioned, but it was one he found himself reluctantly respecting. His darling was not a mere possession; she was a force to be reckoned with, and he would have to learn to navigate this new reality.

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Bonus Bonus:

The room was opulent, furnished with the finest antiques and draped in luxurious fabrics. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the scene. Vlad Masters, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, paced back and forth, his usually confident demeanor faltering as he glanced nervously towards the locked door. Behind it was his "darling," the woman who had unexpectedly turned his life upside down.

Inside the room, she sat on the edge of an overstuffed armchair, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Her expression was a mixture of frustration and determination. She had been in this gilded cage for too long, and her patience was wearing thin.

Vlad finally gathered the courage to enter, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of longing and apprehension. "My dear," he began, his voice soft and almost pleading, "you must understand, I only want to keep you safe."

She let out a deep, heavy sigh, her gaze unwavering. "Safe? You call this safe, Vlad? You keep me locked up like a prisoner. I can't even step outside to feel the sun on my skin or touch the grass. What do you think is going to happen to me out there? There are miles of monsters, yes, but I'm not planning an escape. I just want a semblance of normalcy."

Vlad's face twisted in confusion and hurt. "But you are my precious darling. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

She stood up, her posture strong and defiant. "If I'm so precious, then start treating me like it. You want to call me your girlfriend, your fiancée, your wife? Fine. But I'm going to make this the healthiest relationship you've ever had, even if it kills us both. You want me to stay? Then I need books, art supplies, something to keep my mind occupied. You can’t expect me to sit here and go insane."

He was taken aback by her boldness, but there was something about her strength that only made his obsession grow deeper. "I... I didn't realize how much this was affecting you," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "I'll get you whatever you need."

Her eyes softened just a fraction, seeing the cracks in his otherwise impenetrable facade. "Vlad, I understand that you're... different. But if you want this to work, you have to trust me. I won’t run away, but I need my space, my freedom within these walls. Treat me with the respect I deserve, and maybe, just maybe, we can make this work."

He stepped closer, reaching out to take her hand. She didn't pull away, but her eyes were still hard, watching him carefully. "I promise," he whispered, "I'll do better."

She gave a small nod, squeezing his hand slightly. "Good. Because I won't settle for anything less."

[jassygay]

Darker’s redesign

for the people who thinks that Darker has no hair but true in his monster form he had no hair it just staved off💀💀💀💀💀 JK I mean yes but kinda but his human form he had hair like the other monsters that had hair except him but Blacker he also had no hair as a monster as a human he does (Darker and Blacker are not brothers they are enemies Memory and Darker are brothers)

Things you had to know about Darker:

Ability: Claws, strength, speed(He not that fast Jassy is faster than him) cannibalism(He can also eat his own kind sometimes)

Rank lvl: Mega(Means giant)

Weakness: anything that his wet (His skin is dry cuz it had to be if he touches something that is wet like water his skin will melt cuz it cover in ashes) and also sunlight

Enemies: Jassy(most rival) Blacker(also most rival) Memory(sometimes cuz they are siblings and hate each other) Lullaby(because he dated his brother and annoyed Darker) Humans, Noah, Viger, Kyle(cuz he wanted her ded and she got killed by Aglia so yea rest in peace Kyle😞) Realistic Man(Most rival) Blood(Most And MOST rival) Bubble gun, Mila, other new ocs

Friends: Insane, Aglia, Heat, Wet(Darker had to avoid himself cuz he can be melted) Ryana, Flames, Blackface, Jasper, Bennett, Shadow, Hell, Horror, Girl, Boy, Eerie Soul, Pride, Color, Hate, Cupid/Love, Brandon, Rocky, William, Mark, Leon, Purple Shadow Leader, Skinwalkers, Jonah(The Skinwalkers son) Void, Tech, Deaf, Blind, Mute, Webs, Zombi, El Hombre Muerto, Unna, Nature, Lura, Eunha, Brayon, Gore, Zach, Drake, The pumpkin king, White, See, The gender children, the pride children, Glitch, Gator Gray, Memory(sometimes) Tear, Vlad, Hunger, Mr. Games, Hide and Seek, and Rosie

Nationality: Canadian

Species: Windigo

Personality: Scary and gory

Likes: cannibalism, eats humans, fighting his brother, war, fights humans cuz the humans win the war in years ago and wanting revenge

Dislikes: Jassy(cuz she cannot die) being melted, getting wet, sunlight, being scared, people he hates, his brother(sometimes)

Sexuality: Gay men

that it he is one of my oldest ocs cuz Idk what year I created him

[ask-mels-40kmuses]

About My Characters (updated)

Some background to my characters. This is extremely boiled down and in no way their full story.

Lyra: Was an orphan who was pulled into the Adeptas Sororitas. She doesn't follow every last piece of information pounded into her head causing her to be a little more down to Earth and friendly. She is devoted to the Emperor but also (internally) asks a lot of questions. Some things don't add up or make sense to her but she's not one to question anything directly or go against the imperium just because she doesn't believe everything she hears. She's a motherly figure who often takes care of other children when needed because she had a little sister back when they were orphans who died of a terrible illness. She also sings or hums lullabies to children and rarely does anyone else hear her sing them in her native language which is similar to Gaelic. (So if I ever write in another language, it would be Gaelic.)

Reid: Also a simple background. Stereotypical Krieg. A kriegsmen soldier of the 83rd who was saved and protected by Lyra during a heated battle. Kinda grumpy because Lyra said he's not allowed to die yet (lol) because the emperor still needed his service. He was (mildly) touched by the emperor for a greater plan involving Reid and Lyra. He's very stoic and doesn't understand what emotions are and how they work. Lyra breaks that wall down. He sees her love as the closest thing he'll get to the emperor's forgiveness and accepts it.

Boris: The ogryn of the group who is (freakishly) friendly to anyone else who is actually kind to him and his team. He's always eager to help out and is smarter than the normal ogryn. He has an augmentation Lyra had special ordered so that way he could understand more complex orders and have a better grasp on a variety of things. Lyra teaches him to read and write. Reid helps him with his clothes. Viktor gets him to shower often. He also has a white rabbit named Vlad.

Viktor: He's very silent, very grumpy, and very quick to push people away. He was horribly abused by a group of guardsmen at a young age, carved up for their amusement. He also fell in love with another psyker, a man named Kalin. They kept their love a secret from others for 10 years. During an assignment, Kalin ran off and Viktor left his team in jeopardy nearly causing the team's death to chase after him only to find out he went awol and had to kill him. To his surprise, he wasn't killed for treason or anything like that. He was put in the Administratum to do dull work and watch over other psykers on the void ship until Lyra pulled some strings and had him placed on her team. Under her watchful eye, he was given a second chance. In addition, he likes both men and women but prefers men. He gets called a slur a lot by the Explicator of the ship he resides on named Renley, who was the man on his team who was almost killed when Viktor ran off to save Kalin. He carries an old trinket of Kalin's and is often lost in thought.

[knowlessman]

bonko no honko I ran out of good jokes a long time agodemia (bnha)(if I ever had any) s3e1-3

(I forgot about the prequel minisodes but I'm already here, maybe I'll watch them later idk)

ooh this OP's got a pi-aner in it. I dig it. some of the opening bits sort of reminded me of homest - why is bakugo swole wtaf

(void teleport business slenderfrend watching all might on tv) patrick star: I hate this channel -- why IS slendervoid so fucking dapper tho

"worst character? worst-character-in-training?"

…"Vlad" has orc fangs instead of vamp fangs : \ huh

there's that "be a fuck[bleep]ng superstar" thing again. it's so jarring every time -- (going down the list of all of Class A's quirks) …like, yes, we do know all these things already, and it is recycled footage, but I'm not finding that I mind it -- I knew they weren't gonna do the same for Class B's but. I mean. idk

"you said you were gonna use the pool for endurance training, right?" already hovering finger over the right arrow key -- breaking news: anime school has girl's swimsuits that are actual clothes. granted, figures it'd only be for a joke

guy with literal jet engines in his legs: hey, who wants to do a race? -- oh come on, none of you are even touching the water -- iida you fuck 'XD I thought you were the rules guy

(flashback) the bit where deku says "you haven't put a single scratch on me yet" when all of his fingers are broken and todoroki is at full health is still fucking hilarious tbh -- (still flashbacks) "I am the younger brother of a hero you attacked" also still reminds me of that "do you have ANY IDEA how little that narrows it down" meme -- yes, yes, you're all protagonists, this is a recap episode huh

"don't hold back on me, half n half!" "okay" freezes bakugo and deku and wins easily -- (eraserhead butts in) hehehehehehehe -- ("pool's closed, go home") aw dammit, I wanted him to make them do the last race legit 'XD

…has this show been doing these Marvel-ass after-credits scenes this whole time? …well, hopefully it doesn't mean I've been missing any needed context when I didn't watch the credits all the way through

"what, Class A is taking extra classes? did you fail? did you fail?" oh shut up Ditto, I gave up liking you ages ago

who is this Charlie-Brown-side-character looking mfer, what's their deal 'XD

uh…… huh. well, the Jellicles have arrived.

who's the grumpy kid who looks like he wandered in from Bleach. …or Digimon. idfk. he their manager? is he hiding cat ears under that hat?

(wonders something, checks the dub) aw, I can't even comment on what they translated God Explosion Murder (you know, that guy who got kidnapped by the slime monster)'s catchphrase to in English because if I type it here FB will ban me : [ (also I'm too lazy to change these much before posting em to tumblr regardless of what order I do em in)

am here for action banjo I guess

kaminari that thing is literally made of dirt, it couldn't be any more obviously Ground-type wtf

…o-kay. mineta gets a new friend in superhell tier I guess

wheeeeeze 'XD what the fuck, I can't - what - why? fuckin' brat just punched mr nice guy in the balls -- guy whose sole defining trait is bullying deku: "heh, he reminds me of me"

"hey kota, can you bring those vegetables? they have a sticker on them that says Vegetables in English, but don't look at it too closely, you'll get a headache" what did the artist(s?) think we were gonna think was in that box anyway?

ugh, not hot springs, we just did this gag

deku looks pretty darn normal when his head isn't on an anatomy figure : |

yooo, class b's here too, hellyeah

(going through how everybody is trying to level up their powers) all choji and hagukure have to do is hide and seek, huh. all this support tech and all and they still haven't invented anything hagukure can, idk, wear or use that's as invisible as she is or that can become invisible?

swolecat might be okay

secret hideout? isn't that just the cave where they had tokoyami doing his crona-ragnarok training? -- (camera pans to show a hole in the cliff) is kota a cognate for kyle? also is that meme still funny? idk

literally a cenobite. who let clive barker into the writing room, this is a family show. …that occasionally says "fuck" in the background.

dancing boy is waiting for a full party

why does it not surprise me that bakugo's apparently good at cutlery. he probably says "die" in his head as he chops

("bravery test" game thingy) …yeah no I'd better not even try to understand this one, I still haven't gotten around to googling what a cavalry battle is -- "revelry in the dark" kthx sasuke allen poe or wever

'XD they passed up the opportunity to pair bakugo with deku and decided to stick him with half n half instead

is it zombies again. or midnight. -- oh, it's dancing boy making a move. hm.

no after-credits scene this time, only spoilers. maybe it's only for first and last episodes of a season, who knows.

got stuff tomorrow. …I think. stoppin here for now.

[midnightscxre]

Professional touch vanished from the wounded areas as swiftly as the Zeus's lightning rips the sky apart before it dies in the same glorious light. Elegant, inked legs rose from the floor taking a step closer, devouring the already scant distance between them. Emerald orbs darkened for a few shades, carrying something untamable, puissant, dauntless as a remorseless hurricane consuming entire rows of decades old houses, leaving only bricks and wooden boards in the mud as a reminder of its power.

" Listen here ' Billie Eilish's Bad guy '. "

Full cotton candy lips now more ferocious than a viper's bite. " I am certain you are used to that disposable quick - fuck dolls with more silicone in them than a toy factory owns, rolling on the floor on that shabby charm of yours accompanied with a busted lip and few battle scars, but . . . " Face in face, scarlet locks falling to the man's color bones, as she could inhale the warmth and the woody aroma of cigarettes carried by the carbon dioxide escaping his lips.

". . . I'll shove my foot up your ass further than Vlad the Impaler did a stake to his enemies if you don't cut the shit this instant. "

Nails sharp as jaws of a great white shark slowly sinking in the leather of Vince's jacket. Tormented by the yearning of the restless spirit residing in the touch starved body that was rattling its chains on Vince's closeness, Clare consumed the iron determination almost desperately, so she does not waver in his presence as the foolish heart wanted her to.

If only she stuck by her own laws engraved on the soul. Tattooed rules resembling the real ones adorning the silky smooth skin, presenting a Japanese demon mask on the shoulder blade, image of ripped skin on the left side of the ribcage with small demons escaping the void, two feral snakes crawling along the thick thigh, all of it, clear warnings for everyone to stay away. Inside, holy scripture was no different -- solitude golden. But not after that cursed evening where the seductive baritone was too sweet, tempting gaze of artic blue eyes penetrating the high walls, euphoria of his last victory infecting her bones, sudden touch burning the skin with more than just cheap pleasure. . . leading to heated moments that didn't stay in the shadows of the night, but followed her to every morning after, till the present day.

Clare could still feel the velvety sheets of the king sized bed from which she escaped as soon as their bodies stop dancing the erotic dance. It was the usual routine: no talking, no cuddling, no useless prolonging the inevitable. . . However, this time, it was not some nameless guy from the bar, it was someone she actually knew, admired, enjoyed his company. And it terrified her. Dreading the unknown drove her to the unpleasant end of their evening -- waiting for Vince to head for the shower, before disappearing from the apartment seconds later without even a ' goodbye '.

Void of nothingness never howled as loud as it did that sunrise. Regret gnawing at the empty stomach, shrieking of guilt relentless. For the first time in her existence, ruby haired woman confided, well at least tried to spill bits and pieces of her concerns, to one of her friends -- and those, she had just a few. Maybe only one. Although, Irishman's advice fell on deaf ears, discussion cut short by the one that started it, and the bitter woman decided to bury the idea of the man she longed for along with avoiding the place he fought at. And here he was now . . .

" I know damn well you didn't come here for no medical treatment. You are prone to walking around with broken bones and not doing shit about it, so insulting my intelligence by pretending a few busted knuckles brought you here will not slide. "

Why was it so difficult to go head to head with this man? Others would be crushed like bugs under her boot a long time ago, kicked out from her living space without as much as a ' good riddance ' .

" So spill it. What is it that you want? "

A better show, he repeated internally, knowing that wasn’t the case. At least, in his perspective. Paulie’s was a well-known hot spot compared to the few other hidden arenas located within the area, the difference was many men begged for inclusivity and with initiation being difficult to achieve, it brought in more competitive bodies. So, he swallowed his pride and didn’t question it further, holding back a scoff and replacing it with a nod as if he understood why she had ventured to the others. “I see. Gotta expand your horizons. No big deal.” Even though it was, it bruised his ego just a bit. Having convinced himself that no other could bring or match the same amount of energy he did, obviously not being the case, but that was the cocky side talking. Perhaps a subtle hint of jealousy as well? Yeah right. Much too stubborn to accept that being a factor.

Vince's eyes darted down at the hand that took a gentle, yet firm grasp upon his own, the unexpected touch causing his heartrate to accelerate a tad compared to its usual pace. Biting the inside of his cheek while porcelain fingers examined the bandages with concern, something he happened to pick up on as he studied her, the anxiousness within her tone being a clear indicator. "I can't recall, Dex wrapped them up and didn't tend to them any longer after that." Paul happened to keep another individual around to play doctor when in need for a replacement, a man named Dexter. They called him mantis due to his bug-like appearance. Tall lanky frame and speedy hands, claiming to have some form of experience yet happened to lack in that department.

He decided to use that as some form of excuse if she were to question his motive, since he couldn’t outright admit that he missed seeing her around aloud and wouldn’t leave his headspace. Having her close in his proximity. Lured by her headstrong and intellectual nature. Entranced. Longing the instances where he'd bare his teeth like an aggressive canine if any of the men happened to look at her the wrong way, newbies finding out the hard way when they’d end up going home battered. The subtle moments that occurred between the two. A specific night still fresh on his mind when other times it would’ve been another notch on his belt. The reoccurring members noticed a slight change in behavior, even though it didn’t affect his performance. They knew better to question it. Paul was too fixated on other business matters to give a damn, only caring if it were to cause him to lose profits.

And when she prevented him from keeping his hands hidden into the pockets of his jacket, his brows rose slightly in amusement, taken aback by the sudden movement. Unable to utter any words in that moment. Behind the glare sent towards him and the irritation she held; he could sense that she cared just a little bit. Although, completely oblivious to her true feelings. What floored him was her permitting him to enter and he couldn’t help but blink a couple times in disbelief. Following alongside her like some lost puppy as they maneuvered through the corridors of her apartment, removing his sunglasses in the process and stuffing them in his jacket pocket, icy hues scanning every inch of the living area as if to memorize it, even if it were missing a few things; not that he had room to talk. Taking sight of the shelves and reading the spines of the books that were stacked with care. “Nice place.” Upon being seated, nearly by force, his attention was then brought to the guitar case; making a mental note to ask about that when the opportunity arose. Drinking in every ounce of her personality he could see in her visual effects. Once she obtained the necessities needed to assist mending his wound, the touch of her skin on his made him slightly retract his hand, but not out of discomfort.

Wincing once the process began, nerves sending a sharp pang through his digits. Well, if it weren't the consequences of his own actions. While Clare ‘operated’ on him, he shook his head in response. “Don’t think so, doc." He almost cracked something of a smile, it teased at the edges of his mouth, flickering for a moment. Amused. "Unless you care to take a look?" Boldness weighed heavily on his words, almost challenging.

[itwill-comeback]

The Pravus is kinda like an old TV in a cold room? You touch the TV, it's warm, static all over the screen, but the room it's in is frigid.

Basically, when meeting him people often get distracted by the initial chill and tend to miss what he's trying to present on-screen.

[radiance1]

Cha know that space whale au that was made because of @puppetmaster13u calling Danny a space whale in a tag on a post they made?

Yea so I'm thinking of that again.

Now, hear me out. Instead of there being an active alien invasion happening when they arrived, they're faced with a completely calm looking Earth that looks about the same as Danny remembers.

Not that Vlad would remember, considering his time spent in the void where he forgot basically everything.

Of course, this giant whale does NOT go unnoticed by the people living on Earth and especially the Justice League.

They manage to make their ways onto Earth without being stopped by the Justice League, however. Suddenly, there was a giant whale that could clearly be seen from space with the human eye, and just as suddenly there was absolutely nothing there anymore.

Of course, it caused widespread panic, calls to the government for them to do something about this and especially multiple people asking the Justice League to explain whatever the hell that was.

Was it a new enemy? Another insanely powerful being hellbent on taking over the Earth? Maybe a scout?

Nobody knows anything, and that makes it worse. The Justice League are currently looking around for information, spearheaded by a highly paranoid Batman.

And I do like @bet-on-me-13's take that they lived in Atlantis before it sunk!

So imagine this, Danny and Vlad turn into their human forms (Which probably don't have human legs since they can't remember how to use those) and they try to find their old home. Danny? Is suuuuper excited about this, because he hasn't been home for a really long time and he knows that he's missed so much!

Even Vlad finds himself curious, his memories and (most of) his emotions eroded away by the void. But Danny says that this was his home before he became touched by the void, he's heard stories of what he used to be and that he greatly loved a certain team so he's a bit curious.

So, ancient space whale and void touched being goes towards where space whale believes- knows their home should have been.

Only to find nothing but water.

[juria9090]

Phantasy Phest 2022 Day 4

Fantasy Crossover

Fandom(s) : Danny Phantom xover Tangled The Series

I love Tangled The Series guys but let's be honest here its too rush and needs more plot devices and improvements. And i am still salty with how Varian is treated.

I am making this more magical vs science i guess??? Danny end up in tangled universe but he can't go back home. You see here, i am making this more angst™.

Remember The Ultimate Enemy and its deleted timeline? Remember the ghost half of Danny killing the human half and Dan being souped into the thermos. I say that Dan's timeline have been erased from existence but one being from that timeline is still there. No, not Vlad human half. Its Danny human half who is supposed to be dead.

Danny's human half live in the dead timeline which looks like a void for who knows how long basically waiting to be reunited with his other half and be whole again. Vlad human half cease from existence and he was puzzled why he did not died like Vlad's human half. All he know that no one can see him and other things can't even see or know he existed. He is just there. Watching.

We will be calling him Niel. Niel was devastated by what happened after he was separated from the other half. He was angry and himself and blame himself for abandoning and rejecting the other half. He want to make it up with his other half but he can't. He can't even touch Dan or anyone. He can't even interact with others even ghosts. So he watch and watch as the time goes by. He cries and cries until he can't no more but the tears never stopped. He can't even eat anything and he is hungry. He can't do anything. He can't even absorbed ectoplasm or emotions. NOTHING.

He just basically existed there. The timeline is dead and he did not know where Dan is. All he know is that Dan is nowhere in his timeline and that the past Danny have disappeared from the timeline. Now he is there in the void waiting for a reunion that he hoped would happened. He knows he will be reunited with Dan someday. (He won't)

Somehow, he finds a way to escape from the void, he managed to create a portal out from the void and was overjoyed. He leap out from the portal but collapse soon after he came out from it. The portal have seeped all of his energy and his heart hurt. (Its his core)

He soon fainted. He fainted in a forest and you know where is it? Its near the Dark Kingdom. Yeah i am making a Tangled The Series AU too. (Sorry folks, no moon Varian here.) He was found by a knight and brought to his home. The knight nursed him back to health with his wife.

Both married couple are very worried for the child that the knight found. The child is thin and malnourished. His skin is far too pale and his breathing is too slow. He is cold to the touch and they are afraid he might die if they take their eyes off from him even for a second. The boy was unconscious for a whole week and basically in a coma. They can see various marks or scars all over his body and its more worrying about the large scars on his abdomen. It looks like the boy got himself ripped by a large beast.

Niel wakes up after a week and his memory is fuzzy. The only thing he said to them is that he is searching for someone and long to be reunited with him. Then he stopped talking to them. Its like his voice was stolen away after he spoke to them for the first time because the boy did try to talk to them but the voice is no longer there. He can make noises but he is basically mute.

Niel communicate with them through touches and sounds. He looks like a ghost sometimes too. There are eyebags under his eyes and they know that he is an orphan because he said his family and friends died in an explosion. They let him stayed with them. The Knight introduce ias Quirin and the wife is known as Ulla ( idk if i want to add vatk). Niel stayed with them for over two months and both of them are very protective of him because they know to many wrongs things have happened to the child.

Niel have health problems. His chest sometimes hurts and some other days he can't breathe normally and hurts too. His heart basically give him cardiac arrest. He is a sickly child and the couple doted on him very much. They notice weird things too like even though he looks fragile, he can lift heavy things that are far heavier than his body like 10 times his size and weight. They sometimes found him stargazing in the middle of the night with his eyes glowing green. Sometimes black and like the sky full of stars. They does their best to help him and Niel got better. The couple soon is expecting a child and Niel is overjoyed. He is going to be a big brother!

Niel's health improve but not greatly. He needs a long time to improve his health overall. He is the one who run ragged to prepare for the arrival of the baby. He knows about science like Ulla but he know how to fight like Quirin. He can pass off as their child if someone take a look at them. When the baby arrive, Niel is the most happiest person ever. He cried when he held his baby brother varian. Varian have white hair and green eyes actually. A poor child with sickly health. Niel loves him so much. Varian looks like his ither half. Niel did not have the solution and power to go back and find his other half so he settled himself with taking care of varian.

The Dark Kingdom villagers love Niel a lot. He is helpful and loveable. Sometimes creepy but he is still that affectionate child who loves his brother dearly. One day they have to leave because the Dark Kingdom is becoming more unhabitable place. Niel knows what happened to the kingdom and have caught up with the history of the moonstone incident. They need to leave the place quickly.

Quirin and his family arrived and settled in Corona. Quirin is friend with the king and have been visiting the man for a quite while. Niel knows about this because the man will inform them when he will be leaving to visit a king from Corona. Quirin never tells Niel about the Sundrop though. Danny knows what happened to Prince of the Dark Kingdom and the Princess of Corona. He had heard of their tales and was worried for his baby brother. Danny never leaves Varian away from his sight.

When they travel to Corona, something happened to Varian, the baby was getting his first haircut and suddenly his hair turn into black and only a blue streak remain. The eyes turn to blue. Now Niel and Varian matches. Niel did developed a white streak in his hair before Varian arrive into the world. They panic at first but there are no signs of varian being in pain or his health worsening. Quirin and his wife jokes that Varian loves him so much that he changed himself to match with his big brother.

They settled in Old Corona for a while and Quiring got elected as the head of the Old Corona. They got a freaking castle to live in. Niel is an apothecary owner and a good one at that. The Old Corona people known him as the freaky child of Quirin and Ulla because we know Corona people do not like weirdness. Niel is 16 years old. He was 17 years old when he got the apothecary. He do not looked older than 18 at all. They say he is a witch. His medicine are far from greater than the one doctor at the castle the royalty couple lives in.

Niel likes to build things and will sometimes help Ulla. He likes to help Quirin sometimes too. Most of the times he spend his day inside his apothecary researching and making medicine. He got caught up with the rumours about the black rock and its connection to the sundrop and moonstone. He was secretly researching of them. One day Ulla leaves them to go out travelling with he partner Donella looking for the Eternal Library. Donella comes back and told them that Ulla is dead. It broke their heart. Varian was 3 years old when he lost his mother.

Niel become more closed off. People of Corona spread rumours about him. Many of it were dark and some ruin his image. People are afraid to approach him directly. The only came to the apothecary and quickly get their things before bolting out. Niel knows they are afraid of him. Quirin was saddened with how Corona treated his eldest son. (He can't blame them though)

Quirin banned Niel from doing anything that is related to science after they find out about Ulla'e death. He distances himself from both of his sons and mourned. Niel is left to take care of Varian himself while giving Quirin some times to mourn for his wife. Niel hated being called Niel and long to be called Danny once more but without his other half he can't be Danny. (He never can be Danny)

He told Varian he missed being called Danny. Varian called him Danny and it makes Niel smile. Niel requested Varian to call him Danny in private though.

Varian here is place as the 'Danny' in this family dynamic. He is constantly compared to Niel by Quirin. Niel is the 'jazz' in this family. Quirin did not meant it (He meant it sometimes). He sometimes wished that Varian is more liked Niel and it pissed Niel off. Niel and Quirin's relationship begin to deteriorate and they fight sometimes. Niel always makes sure that Varian is away from their fight.

Niel is the one to teach Varian about science and alchemy. He basically raised Varian and more involved in it. He is the support system that Varian needs. When Varian is was 5, Niel is 23 years old. Varian lost his big brother when he was 5 years old.

The villagers of Corona caught Niel doing something freaky. That day Niel find out he have some powers even if a bit (he is not stronger than his other half). He test it in the forest (he thought it was safe. It isn't). He tried to fly and tried his ecto blasts. The villagers caught up and confirm their suspicion of him being a witch. The most bravest person caught him and tied him to an apple tree on the hill. Varian saw this happened and quickly alert his father. By the time Quirin arrived, Niel was burn alive by the villagers (They were chanting Burn the witch non stop).

Varian saw his brother being burn alive and heard his screams and howl. All of them heard the echoing screams of pain. The haunting howl. The temperature dropped byt the flame is still burning bright and unforgiving. Quirin was held back and found himself screaming for his son. His eldest. He still have not fix their fragile relationship. He still have not apologize to his son yet. He needs time. The boy can't die.

Varian was screaming and his eyes locked into the burning form of his brother. His brother is melting and he feels as if he can't breathe (The image forever burn into his mind). Niel suddenly disappeared with the flame flickering. His body disintegrated into something like stardust.

By the time Varian wakes up from fainting at the hill, he did not remember anything about his brother. Quiring was left feeling deep guilty about his son's death. Varian developed the fear of blood after that. Quirin knows because Varian must have seen blood running down Niel's body and face while being burn alive.

Tbc..

[briarlovesu]

Endless

Pompous Pep Week Drabbles Day 1: Space/Monster Tags: Vlad/Danny, angst, isolation, trapped, immortality, memory loss AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39494817 Summary: Two beings break a silence

“You know I always wanted to go to space.”

The presence next to him looked up from the hands that were being held, “Hm? Oh yes I remember.”

With a few adjustments, the former hero sat himself into the familiar lap. Every movement had to be calculated. Had to be measured. His tail curled around the silent figure. It had been a very long time since either had talked or moved. Some days it was easier to stay still and quiet. Every so often one would want to break the neverending void. Each conversation was savored.

“So many possibilities. It’s why I liked it. I think. Anything could be out there. Everything could be new. Exciting.”

“Endless. Dark. Cold…..Lonely.”

“Yeah but, it could all be new too.”

“Different would be nice.” 

A chin rested softly on his head and his tail was gently stroked. Soft touch felt wonderful, if the universe was kind, he would never get tired of it.

“I wanted to float too but I ended up doing that.”

“You did,” the chest rumbled with a chuckle. 

"Do you think we're in space now?"

"If we were, a small crack would explode us."

As if in instinct, both touched the cool metal surrounding them. Palms spread open, both cracked, much too sharp, and misshapen. One laid over the other.

"Would we survive?"

"There's no telling."

"I would like either way."

The past hero pulled the other's hand back to him and played with what was left of the glove.

"So I liked space. And you liked the football thing."

"The ones with the green and gold and the cheese."

A snort, "I still think you're making the cheese up."

"And I refuse to believe half the things you remember."

More quiet, broken by a low song once sung by a mother. One of the claws traced the bright 'D' still undamaged on his chest.

"Did you remember a name?"

"No, you?"

The quiet stole a lot from them. No answer was answer enough

"Do you want to try again?" They both knew what he meant. It was always exhausting to try. "I think it creaked last time."

"Not today."

Somewhere a thermos is forgotten, buried by rubble and time.

[pocketramblr]

I might have been confusing in my last ask, because it turned into a dump, so imma resend with just the prompt: Whump 31 with 1A, 1B & their teacher-parents. Since Apollo struck me with the not-very-softball of dumping a whole plot thing when I'm tired and I don't have my computer. And my ADHD brain goes "neat" and puts it on a shelf to gain dust that will disrupt my allergies later.

No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Izuku sank into Nana's arms, the hug warm and wonderful.

"You did good, kid. Now, enough laying around. Time to wake up."

The other vestiges nodded around him, said things, ruffled his hair as he faded out of the void and back into his body.

He blinked at the rush of sound- whispering voices, machine beeping, quick steps all around.

He was in a large room, probably somewhere in UA, rows of hospital beds around.

Next to his, Monoma was passed out, Vlad King and Aizawa-sensei talking quietly next to him.

Across, he saw Iida and his brother and Manual, Awase and Ojiro leaning over Kendou's bed to show her something on a phone. Ibara and a woman who must be her mother were following Todoroki's brother, handing out water bottles.

He turned to his other side and saw All Might, smiling at him, hand on his arm.

"I know my master told you it was time to wake up, but you can rest now, son."

Izuku nodded. "I will. How is everyone else?"

"Fine. Just fine now."

"Good." He settled back, curling into the touch and letting All Might pull a blanket higher over him. "Thank you."

"No, my boy, thank you."

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Comte’s 4th Birthday Story Event: Before the Clock Strikes Midnight

REEEEEEEE Ik it was a long time ago but life has been a [redacted], so I figured better late than never HAHA

So without further ado, anybody who’s curious feel free to click for more--I’ll put it under a cut for spoilers as per usual~

So in this story it’s the usual, a few days before his birthday, and they’re discussing a bump in the road. Essentially, it appears a friend of Comte’s is going to be celebrating a wedding, and as such he’s going into the suburbs/affluent part of the region to be able to attend. It’s only a few hours away from the mansion, but he will be gone for a few days with the arrangements made for his stay. 

While this wouldn’t typically be an issue, MC has some things to take care of and opts out of attending with him (preparing for his bday probably LMAO) and Comte is immediately big sad. My favorite dramatic fool is already pouting, though he fully accepts and respects her decision. Besides which, he fully intends to be back in time to celebrate his birthday as well. He notes that he’s always admired how driven and independent she is, and has no intention of getting in the way of that. He’s just going to miss her, is all.

He says as much, figuring there’s no point in hiding it: “I really wanted to bring you with me to attend…but I suppose it simply can’t be helped” … “That’s not it…I guess I’m just wondering if you’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss you while I’m away.” 

And MC���s just like “Aw, it’s okay it’ll only be a few days.” While Comte’s response is a very mature, high-pitched whining sound at a frequency only King (Theo’s dog) and Theo himself can hear. When MC tries to reassure him once more, his Hamlet impression continues: “Even the prospect of a few days away from you feels unbearable.” 

Naturally, as any man do that loves his wife, he draws her close and proceeds to bang the living daylights out of her. I would offer details, but I have no deets to give beyond: [Well MC, it appears I won’t be letting you get much sleep tonight.] 

Brief intermission for the vague sounds of fangirl cardiac arrest. 

The scene opens again to him doing his walk of shame (the slut) down the walkway and into the carriage that will take him to his friend’s house. His thoughts carry the regret of burdening her with his desire, though MC is pretty much on cloud nine and unable to stop thinking about the heady night they shared in a good way. Bruh and the sly look when he figures out why she looks like that--I’m boutta call the police, he is going to make women and men alike act up. 

MC scrambles to cool his already returning desire by insisting he will be late if he indulges any further, and he laughs and agrees easily–albeit with the slightest hint of reluctance. My favorite part in this exchange is that he kisses her forehead, adding that it’s because she’s the most adorable person in the world to him (a moment of silence for our uwus). 

Fast forward to Comte trying to get home after the festivities are over. Problem is, it’s been raining like a mOTHERBLEEPER, and as such carriages have no safe way to traverse the roads at the moment. He waited out the first day as patiently as possible, but after the second–and no sign of stopping–his Leeroy Jenkins instincts kick in. He notes to the coachman that he’s aware he’s asking a lot, but they fully intend to take the long way which invites the least risk–and the rain is ebbing, even if the progress is slow. 

It’s interesting because there’s another echo of his main story in this moment. He essentially showcases a desperation to return before the day ends, though without context it’ll probably seem a little strange, so I’ll do my best to explain. Basically, in his main story, MC notes that she doesn’t really care how different they are. Different time, different species, different experiences, so on and so forth. She hammers home that what matters is that the present is something that they actively share. It’s theirs. And no amount of divisions he desperately tries to draw will change that fundamental reality. 

And it’s a little moving to see how deeply he takes it to heart? I think it’s one of those wonderful phenomena, personally–the way a person can influence how you think and act with their sentiments. Sometimes someone says precisely what it is we need to hear, and it changes us–while it can be for the worse, it can also be for the better. He notes that he spent so many birthdays; among the people serving his house when he was little, raising hell with his friends in his younger days, so on and so forth. Not unlike Leonardo, he says that after so many “special” days the faces become a blur, the festivities lose their luster. It’s just another day, at this point. 

Note, one interesting thing here that stands out to me is that I feel like this is a reflection of both of their larger struggles. Where Comte can’t stand the relentless flow of time rendering him the only constant (and something of a ghost, never fully present), Leonardo can’t bear birthdays because it means remembering people who still mean the world to him, but are long gone. People he can never see again, never laugh with again, never share his life with again. And I think that’s a very profound pain, an anguish that just keeps on settling its weight. (Oh, Sisyphus…)

Comte’s is similar, but different. He actively works to keep his distance-- unlike Leonardo, he approaches immortality in the pragmatic way. He knows getting close will hurt, so he opts out of that–keeps a step behind, an easy smile on his face. Betrays only fragments to anyone, always has his guard up. But the downside of being so guarded means you eventually feel hollowed out and alone; nobody truly knows or understands you. There is a distinct loneliness in that approach, where memories only become reminders of how nothing ever improves and how bereft you are of warmth. 

Leonardo, at least, gets to have the joy of being known from time to time. But loss and estrangement from those people means double the pain in the long run, because he loved them fully. Comte chooses to live in the cold to protect himself, but ends up in a kind of catch-22; the cost of forgoing loss means a constant deadening of his own feelings. It means living in a kind of fog, where there is a distinct discomfort in the silent obscurity of your own heart. 

There’s something I’ve come to believe in my short course of living, so I guess I still need time to determine how true it is. But…I feel like, when people live this way, where who they are is a lie or it’s at the very least carefully concealed, we in part start to become that lie. I think it’s fascinating because Comte seems to have so much personality to him. He’s dramatic, he’s thoughtful, he has a sense of mischief about him, he has strong ideals, and he has an even more ironclad moral grounding. And yet, when he talks about himself, he always uses descriptions that hinge on emptiness. Like he’s worth so little, worth nothing. And that’s what I mean–he’s been trying so hard to glide on the surface that he has come to believe he really is equivalent to something that ephemeral. Like there’s nothing more inside him, or if there is, that it will never be worthy of much. I think it really speaks to the ways behavior impacts the psyche, even though the opposite tends to be considered the only possible cause and effect relationship. 

He’s so determined to live for and in the future while he’s in the present, that he forgets to enjoy himself and really live. And while that approach is certainly understandable, I do think he loses parts of himself along the way. Only to be rediscovered and placed back into his hands by MC: [Today–this moment–our now, I don’t want to miss it for anything.] And that's not even touching on how quick she is to make them a we; she's not letting him keep that distance. It’s not “you have the ability to share this day with me” it’s “we’re here and in this together.”

I feel like what I love about this is that it’s not only about how sweet he is on MC, but also about how much he’s truly living again for the first time. His defenses are slowly inching their way down, he’s letting himself hope and want things and look forward to things again. The thing about being a responsible person is that–while responsibility is all well and good–sometimes you become so mired in doing the right thing and planning the most optimal outcomes that you just aren’t thinking of yourself anymore. That is, if you ever were to begin with. He went from the careful cultivation of a life as an aristocrat, to a life that spoke of more freedom and fun beyond those iron wrought gates, before he returned to the structure of what he knew. Freedom speaks to him I’m sure–we all need it in some measure to survive. But I do think a good portion of that was unfulfilling for him after a point. It was only feeding the void that was beginning to form inside him. He was instinctively retreating into himself to avoid pain, and in doing that the only result was feeling like a coward and a fake. He wasn’t happy, he wasn’t able to be himself, and nothing was fulfilling–every single day just another forward march. 

I think it comes as no surprise he took up Vlad’s initial invitation so willingly. 

But then I digress, back to the story. There’s another timeskip and it finds him racing down the hall of the mansion. He’s hoping to make it in time but knows he’s racing against the clock, and fully expects MC to be asleep by this point in the night. Midway along his path he thinks he spots MC and falters in his step, blinking. He decides to hang back, watching the figure enter his room with a great deal of curiosity and resists every urge to burst in after her. He hears MC speak into his pillow, her voice muffled but clearly despondent: “I miss you, Comte. I hope you get back home soon…” 

Comte pretty much dies right there. I literally have no better explanation for it. He freezes, his heart sputters and stops. He’s just completely taken aback. 

And then, naturally, he goes about feral with desire as is his modus operandi: “Oho, I heard something incredibly cute just now. Were you also having a hard time spending so long apart?”

MC: “…!”

[Startled, she turns around and her eyes widen and widen.]

MC: “Comte, how...”

Comte: “Took a detour in areas with less rain.”

MC: “?? Wouldn’t that still be hard in weather like this?”

Comte: “I told the coachman I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Even if it was only for a second, I wanted to spend today with you…”

[Everything I was thinking while in the carriage spills out of me long before I can help it. I am reminded again of just how utterly irreplaceable an existence MC is in my life.]

Comte: “Even so, it seems interesting that I would find you in my bed”

MC: “...! A--Ah, I’m so sorry for entering without permission!”

[I quickly grab hold of her before she can scramble out of my bed, coaxing her to sink back into the sheets.]

In between a lot of intense making out and [redacted], the larger overtone is that her reciprocated ardor just destroys him inside:

MC: “It was...because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about wanting to see you…”

Comte: “!”

[You know just how to drive me mad with desire.]

Comte: “I’m the same...the first thing I did was look for you. Even though it was only a few days, your voice, your body, everything...I missed you”

[Because today, our ‘now’--I never want to lose a single moment with you as long as you’re by my side...]

Comte: “I’m so happy to be able to be with you, right here and right now.”

It gets funny too because Comte is trying to take it slow, but when she tells him “Happy birthday” and goes on to say she was so glad to greet the day he was brought into the world by his side, he just loses all control LMFAO. It ends with them getting more heated and [redacted], to the point where he doesn’t even hear the clock strike midnight. 

And if him being the cutest and sexiest romantic wasn’t obvious enough, he spends the next morning just sighing blissfully with her in his arms:

[The next morning, when I wake up, MC is still fast asleep. I mean, given she only fell asleep a few hours ago. I’m still reveling in the afterglow of a sweet night filled with her cries, the way she looked at me and held me. MC...]

[I relax to the sound of her breathing steady with sleep, stroking gently at her hair as I hug her from behind.]

Comte: “I’ve had countless birthdays. In an endless life, I was convinced it was just a day that would come and go every time.”

Comte: “It was only after meeting you that I could understand there was no such thing as an overlapping or identical moment. I don’t want to miss a single second by your side...that’s what I think now.”

[I admit the truth of my heart, brushing a kiss against her cheek. Over and over and over again, showering her in my affection--]

But dun dun dun!!! MC was awake the whole time, so when she fidgets a little at how ticklish his kisses are, he 👁

[Oh, I see. Well then, two can play at that game...]

Comte: “Your punishment is to stay in my arms just as we are...how’s that?”

He gets his mischievous (and hilarious) revenge for being revealed (HORNY TIME), though it’s so suffused with love it’s hard to call it revenge hahaha. She reminds him to go easy on her because they have his birthday party to attend later, and he agrees~

Honestly after such killer hurt/comfort spice fluff, I can only tremble at the thought of what his 5th year bday story will be

It’s either going to be Some Angst^TM or even more killer fluff, and either way that means my days are numbered