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Inktober Day 5 - Treat
Prompt list by melosprout on Insta
#SORRY THIS IS LATE#I HAD TO FLY YESTERDAY AND EVEN THO I FINISHED IT ON THE PLANE I DIDNT GET THE CHANCE TO POST IT BEFORE PASSING OUT SWEEPY WHEN I GOT HOME#TECHNICALLY STILL ON TIME SINCE I FINISHED IT YESTERDAY HSDKHF;ALKSDF#ANYWHO#DAY 5!!#HELIX IS ALL BETTER!!!!#WITTLE BABY IS FEELING BETTER#mlp#digital art#art#pony#oc#helix#tweetie#helix x tweetie#inktober#inktober 2023
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hiya!!
okay hear me out .. subby vika fic .. HOLDUP THOUGH.. this is a wittle 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 for me 😞😞 sorta nsfw yapfest i made for this request because im bad at explaining nsfw asks (ФωФ)
uhhh okay wait so like.. that 'frigged into submission' prompt that writers like to use for dom characters but like on sev?? If that makes sense?? augh thus is awkward to type out (・・;)
LISTEN WAIT HEAR ME OUT .. having Sevika go into subspace for the first time .. but like .. she doesnt notice .. and its all done consensually ofc ofc but like its a role switch and shes too into it to actually care ebcaus3 like .. UGGHH I DONT KNOW I NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HER (@ ̄□ ̄@;)!!
i need her so bad omg shes so baby?? look at her?? bottom!sevika? i need to be sedated
(as always if this makes u uncomftorable feel free to ignore/change the fic into whatever u want it to be ^_^ its all good bb)
buhbye!!!
–🃏🌀⭐️
HAIIII NONNIE THANKS FOR THE REQUEST HEHE 🤎 bottom sevika is my lifeblood omg u know me so well… sorry this is short but i hope you enjoy anyways!!!
it’s not unusual that sevika bottoms, in fact, it’s become regular for the two of you. sevika spreads her legs wide for you nearly every night, arching her back so you can hit her sweet spot perfectly. she’ll bark orders at you, bossing you around until she’s too tired to take anymore, and then she’ll help you clean up before falling asleep on top of you. you can’t get enough of it.
sex with sevika is everything you love— she’s scary and bossy, you get to have her throw you around until she’s had her fill of you, and she’s so fucking adorable when she cums. her demands cease for a minute or two, replaced by sweet praises and words of appreciation. her thick, muscular thighs close around you as tightly as they can, making you certain you could die happily between them. there’s really nothing more you could ask for.
tonight is no different, she’s laying flat on the bed with your head in between her legs, yelling commands down at you while she grips the sheets as hard as she can. you wouldn’t trade it for the world, she tastes better than heaven, and the groans and grunts she’s howling are like music to your ears. you peek up at her as you wrap your lips around her throbbing clit, and she cums with a squeak as soon as your darkened eyes meet hers.
her orgasm catches her off guard, she didn’t feel it building up yet. so she gasps and writhes and bites her bottom lip until it nearly bleeds. you grin into her cunt as she soaks you in her cum, just happy to pleasure your sweet girlfriend. after a few seconds of letting her cool down, you await her next command with a few butterflies in your stomach.
but she doesn’t instantly pull you into a new position, instead she continues to twitch and vacantly blink up at the ceiling. “sev?” you ask cautiously. “do you wanna keep going?”
she stares at you with wide, sliver eyes and nods almost as if she’s unsure. you giggle at her, reaching out to cup her face in your hands and trace over her scars. “are you alright?”
“y-yeah…” she manages to choke out, voice shaking as she says it. her nose nuzzles against your cheek, a silent sign of affection. you lean back and kiss the bridge of her nose before asking “are you sure? do you just want me to take care of you?”
she seems to light up at this, finally getting to turn her brain off and let the pleasure take over. you giggle again when she nods enthusiastically, and you reach down to shove a few fingers inside of her. the whimpers and whines you pull out of her now sound different than the way they did before, almost quieter and more shy.
her brain practically melts and leaks out of her sopping cunt as you continue to plug her up with your fingers, and her body is now limp compared to the way she held herself steady earlier. this time, she grabs your free hand when she cums, cold metal fingers interlocking with yours as her jaw falls open at the pleasure coursing through her veins. you almost completely crush her as she yanks you forward when the afterglow of her umpteenth orgasm dies down, and you almost cry when she rubs her hands over your back as a silent thank you, sleepily holding you close before you force her to get cleaned up in a few minutes.
#IM SOBBINGGGG NOW IM SAD THAT SHES NOT REAL#WHY DO I ALWAYS DO THIS TO MYSELFHFXJNQN#sevika#sevika x reader#sevika arcane#arcane sevika#arcane league of legends#arcane netflix
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My anxiety is kicking my ass right now because of that hurricane hitting Florida and I’m freaking out over my fam and friends down there (and also football has pissed me off so bad this week)
So, here’s baby Joey playing with bubbles in his super cool sunglasses & wittle hat because it makes me feel better and I hope it can make you feel better too 🖤
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Hello! I’m here to enter my thoughts for a deer! Creator! Reader in Sumeru! I know there’s tiger creator! Reader for Sumeru already but I feel like since nahida is so peaceful and kind she deserves an animal (even if only by isekai) buddy that matches her vibes because deer are usually symbolic with peace and stuff.
So deer! Reader starts out as a wittle ol’ fawn with gangly legs that they can’t seem to get the hang of at all. Teyvat helps their creator out with giving them food that they can reach out and nibble and it conveniently rains water in a small pool for reader to drink from. So they take the first few days easy trying to figure out how to stand and stuff. Everything is going well, all is peaceful and no one has tried to kill them yet. They could even stand on their stick legs for a full minute yesterday!
But that all changes when some sleazy treasure hoarders from Liyue decide they want to hunt for some easy grub as they smuggle expensive artifacts out of the nation. Sadly for deer! Reader, that means they want them on their dinner plates tonight. An odd choice, but right now you are easy pickings.
Teyvat is obviously not happy about this, so the rishboland tigers and birds near Gandharva Ville are trying to get Tighnari’s and Collei’s attention while small shrooms try and protect you. Though it is a slowly loosing battle.
Tighnari quickly realizes the wildlife is acting strange. His large fox ears help him pinpoint the problem and he rushes off into the forest with his bow. Collei quickly follows behind, although confused. They follow the roaring rishboland tigers to a secluded grove in the forest and find deer! reader an inch away from getting hit in the head with an arrow.
Both the tigers and the forest rangers are not happy.
Tighnari has no time to nock an arrow so he uses his dendro vision to slap the arrow out of the air. Deer! Reader is saved! The treasure hoarders are swiftly knocked out by Tighnari and Collei(with a few…casualties because of the tigers). They were going to be turned in to the authorities. But before they could do that, Tighnari and Collei had to figure out what to do with deer!Creator first.
They thought you were a normal wild deer that the rishboland tigers might have taken as one of their own by some miracle. So they tried to leave you be after they checked that you were unharmed but you were adamant about going with them.
You bleated and wailed pitifully, trying to stand on your thin legs only to topple over. Getting used to standing on four hooves was one thing but trying to walk was another. So you gave them your best baby deer eyes until Collei caved and tried to find an excuse to convince Tighnari to bring you with them.
She winged it and spoke about how your legs weren’t working properly. You weren’t standing and you couldn’t walk when it was obvious you looked a few months old. Maybe they should take you back to the village for better inspection?
Tighnari didn’t buy it but the sad look you were giving him with your droopy ears and (fake) teary eyes made him cave. He would break protocol just this once. He couldn’t leave a possibly sick baby deer all alone could he?
So he scooped your small deer body into his arms and set off for Gandharva Ville.
Little did he know you would refuse to leave his and Collei’s side afterwards.
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Sorry if it seems long! 😖 I just have so many deer! Creator reader brain rot ideas I want to share with you!
If it’s okay with you and no one else has taken it, could you call me 🦌 deer anon ?
Tighnari & Collei Encounter
૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Deer Reader x Tighnari & Collei
૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 197
໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff
໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Never apologize for a long ask! It shows your idea in the fullest and I love it! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚
I’ll just pick up where you left off!
Now he had a deer in his office. Tighnari simply stared at your small body as you tried to stand. He honestly didn’t know why he allowed himself to take you.
(It was those stupid perpetually teary eyes of yours)
He stood and stared at you.
And you stared back.
And it continued like this for a least five minutes.
“… Mr. Tighnari?” Collei called out.
He only hummed in response.
“There are a bunch of Rishboland Tigers outside.” She said. And he sighed.
“I’m just going to assume it’s the ambush that was watching them. Just… inform everyone not to attack. They seemed relatively harmless and I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.” He didn’t turn away from you and you didn’t turn from him.
“…Okaaayyyy then.” Collei said. She stared from the door before gently closing it.
The fox and the deer continued their staring contest.
Until you sneezed.
And threw your tiny head back, shaking your head with a surprised expression. You rubbed your nose a bit with your front hoof, your ears swinging a bit from the motion.
Tighnari suddenly understood why Collei was so keen to keep you.
໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Hehe little guy. While I think I’ll be keeping the Tiger!Creator cannon, I would adore to see more of Deer!Creator from you! Can’t wait to hear more!~ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
Also fun fact! A group of tigers is called an ambush! But a mother tiger and her cubs is called a streak! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚
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Mischaracterization in The Trolls fandom (And Fandom in General)
Some people miss the point of the character and that's okay. But what's not okay is being annoying about how much you misinterpret.
Some people need better media literacy. Because some people (not naming names), miss the point of Brozone entirely. The point is that they have flaws. But those flaws aren't their entire personality.
Some of y'all really compare what Creek did, to what the Brozone Brothers did
Creek: Helped in the attempted genocide of Pop trolls.
Brozone: Abandoned Branch.
Like....how are those even slightly comparable. But the real problem is the mischaracterization. IM SHOWING SOME POSTS. (IM NOT SHOWING WHO POSTED THEM BC I DON'T WANT THEM TO GET HARRASSED.) but this bitch missed the point so bad and is a hypocrite.
This kids is called an unreliable narrator.
BECAUSE YOU ONLY DESCRIBED CREEK ON THE SURFACE. Creek was a lying, manipulative asshole who did nothing but belittle Branch and try to get Poppy to abandon him. This only works because you cut out crucial details. Barely scratching Creeks deeds while hyper focusing on Brozones mistakes
The mischaracterization makes sense since the person had "Creek fan" in their bio. And the "Emotionally tearing him down" Bruce calling him a baby ONCE. And they DID feel bad AFTER BRANCH CALLED THEM OUT. So your point is completely wrong.
and this is what they wanted Branch to do as revenge. Idk what that means but.. it sounds like they wanted him to become an abuser. Like wtf. You're whole bio says you "overanalyze kids shows and movies". Like bitch huh? Not only is this completely out of character for Branch but have you ever heard 2 wrongs don't make a right?
Branch already got his "revenge" by rubbing it in his brothers faces that he joined a band. That's in character. BECOMING AN ABUSER IS NOT.
How can someone mischaracterize so hard and anytime this user was told about how they were missing the point. They throw a temper tantrum. There is no point reasoning with these kinds of people.
But this is a bigger problem. The "woobification" of Branch. He's not some "Sad Uwu Poor Baby 🥺" like some people will see a character with trauma and make it their entire personality. (I say that while Total Eclipse of The Heart is mainly about his trauma). And the demonization of the brothers, all of a sudden their some "Heartless assholes who twamatizewd Poor Wittle Bwanch🥺 and never showed any remorse.😡"
What's this then? 🤨
This is an issue for Fandom in General. People will mischaracterize so much that it ruins the original content
Some examples of which being:
Jax (TADC)
Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
Vox (Hazbin Hotel)
William Afton (FNaF)
Yukari Takaeba (Persona)
Jotaro Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)
Goku (Dragon Ball/Z/Super)
That's not even all of them!
It's even become a whole meme that fanon is so far off that it's unrecognizable from the original. A character can mention they like coffee ONCE and it's their whole personality.
I know this is a long post but I have seen so much Brozone hate that completely mischaracterizes them.
If you made it this far thank you for reading this
#trolls band together#trolls bruce#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls movie#rant post#media literacy#mischaracterization
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helloo:) I hope you're doing well!
Do you think you can do a lee!luck ler!Yami? (if you want to ofc), either like; Luck was feeling down and Yami decided to tickle him, or he wasn't doing good In training.
(I can imagine Yami being a brutal ler tbh, if he pinned someone I doubt they could get away while he teases and tickles people. I feel like to tease and embarrass people he'd use baby talk to tease like; "what? Can't take your wittle tum-tum being tickled?"
SORRY I RANTED, you dont have told do a fic like this btw:) hope you're doing well
TickleTober Day #20: Tickle Monster
Luck and Yami (Black Clover)
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It said a lot about Yami’s strength and speed as a captain that he was able to get Luck into this position in the first place. One may argue that it was luck itself that had something to do with it, but the boy knew better, and everyone knew better, so no one dared to call him out for it.
Luck was too busy shrieking and thrashing to do much of anything else, anyway.
“I’m sohohohohohorry, I’m sohohohohohohorry! Yahahahahahami!”
“Didn’t I tell you to calm the hell down?” Yami grumbled good-naturedly as he pinned the magic knight to the couch, fingers drilling deep into his sensitive sides.
Luck tried and failed once again to twist his way out of there, earning another ticklish squeeze for his efforts. “Gahahahahaha I’m sohohohohohorry!”
“Are you?” Yami chuckled. “You sure kept it up when I was yelling at you to knock it off. I was beginning to think you wanted me to punish you.”
The blonde didn’t protest one way or the other – he just kept squirming and laughing and pushing uselessly at the captain’s broad shoulders.
“Oh? You did? Well then, this isn’t much of a punishment for you, is it? It’s a reward.”
Luck knew from the shift in his boss’ voice what was about to come next, and he squealed and tried wriggling away for real, managing to escape for only a split second before he suddenly found himself face-first in the couch, those dastardly tickling fingers now hooked under his arms.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” he screamed, dissolving into helpless bouts of mirth, legs kicking even after Yami had taken a seat on his backside, tickling him like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE YAMI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
Yami smirked. It was unfair how easily he was able to pin Luck in place – it took no effort at all for him to draw the loudest shrieks and peals of hysteria from the lightning mage. The captain would be lying if he said he wasn’t having fun, though. “Heh. Even people who like this kinda thing have a weak spot. Looks like I found yours, huh?”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“I dunno. I don’t think you’ve really got it in your head that I need you to chill the hell out for today, Luck…” Yami smiled and grabbed one of Luck’s arms to pry it over his head, ignoring the boy’s giggly pleading as he scratched at his now open armpit.
The blonde wailed and laughed so hard he thought his lungs might give out on him, kicking and begging for mercy, but Yami didn’t let up until he could see that the blonde was truly growing desperate. Then he let him go and ruffled his hair, but he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all Luck.
When it came to tickling, no one could be beat. The captain of the Black Bulls was a downright tickle monster.
But they all loved him for it.
#fanfiction#tickle drabble#coffee shots#tickletober#black clover#yami sukehiro#luck voltia#tickling#ticklish#tickle#i know this wasn't technically a tickletober request#but it just fit so well with this prompt i HAD to#hope you don't mind <3
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Good evening Anna,
Can I have Been with
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
Pretty please with whipped cream and cherries on top?
Thank you.
Mischief.
Order #10
"I wanna eat you out so fucking bad." "Then why don't you?" Beel x Female!MC
A Text Conversation That Occurs After A Late-Night Fangol Game
Beel: hey.
Beel: you awake?
MC: *thumbs up emoji*
Beel: too tired to talk?
MC: I'm good. What's up?
Beel: i'm hungry.
Beel: i know: shocker. *eye roll emoji*
MC: Did someone say something about your stomach again?
Beel: the opposing team.
Beel: like, all the members.
Beel: their fans even made signs.
Beel: it was quite degrading, actually. i'm trying to play, and everyone's chanting insults about how i'm gonna eat the ball and shit like that.
Beel: what's even worse is that we ended up losing by two points due to a last-minute goal, so everyone was cackling at that point.
Beel: "oh, wook at the wittle baby! he's too hungry to score a goal!"
MC: I'm really sorry that happened to you, Beel. Did your teammates and/or coach say anything?
Beel: only one: my friend aphan. everyone else was silent.
Beel: well, except for when we were heading towards the bus. a whole bunch of them were whispering, snickering, and pointing in my direction. the coach told them to knock it off, but i could tell he didn't really mean it.
Beel: so during the bus ride back to rad, aphan told me that we should quit the team because their behavior this evening was unforgivable. they should have stood up for me, and since they didn't, they don't deserve to have me. obviously, he'd leave in solidarity.
MC: *shocked emoji*
MC: Did you?
Beel: *nodding crow sticker*
Beel: after we left everyone behind, we went through the drivethru of the nearest akudonald's and chilled in the parking lot for a bit, just shooting the shit. it made me feel a bit better.
MC: He's a good person.
Beel: he's trying to be. he was hanging out with some dark magic demons for a while, but he's doing his best to leave that behind.
Beel: but that's beside the point. i didn't just reach out to you to vent.
MC: *questioning mascots sticker*
Beel: you'll have to forgive me for being blunt.
MC: I'm used to it at this point. Hit me.
Beel: well, after the frankly shitty evening i've had, the one thing that could salvage it is you.
Beel: i wanna eat you out so fucking bad.
MC: Then why don't you?
Beel: because i'm not at the house yet.
Beel: but i'm about ten minutes away.
MC: Do I need to do anything to prep?
Beel: this is why i love you. you're so considerate.
Beel: tonight, i just want to go straight into it. don't want to fight clothes or sheets to get to you.
Beel: and i know you normally use magic to make your room soundproof, but don't do that this time. i'm in the kind of mood where i want people to hear you. maybe even wake my brothers up if they're asleep.
Beel: i just want to show that my sin is good for at least one thing: making you feel good.
MC: *a string of smirking emojis*
Beel: fyi, you'll probably lose your voice by the time i'm done, so it might not be the best idea to attend class tomorrow.
MC: That's honestly fine. There's nothing major happening in any of my classes, and I have decent enough grades that skipping one day isn't going to kill me.
Beel: wonderful. see you soon. *kissing emoji*
Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr, @tenkobitch, @budbuddnbuddy
#obey me shall we date#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub#obey me mc#obey me original character#i know this is like 95% beel rambling#but i feel like he's a lot more talkative through text than in person
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before the batman : annotations
spoilers for the novel btw //
these are just some lines i highlighted and my notes. warning, theyre very stupid and hold little to no actual content. literally just my immediate response to whatever i had just read. THIS IS STUPIDLY LONG ! ! blue - bruce centric notes green - edward centric notes pink - misc notes, other characters, etc.
Prologue: The Boy in the Choir
"But when it was empty, Bruce had played in the big room, rolling toy race cars across the gleaming wooden floor all by himself."
OH MY GOD BRO :( what a patootie
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"Except for one boy."
wsp baby :( ily
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Chapter I: Summer Plans
"Alfred smiled and held up a notebook computer. 'I did. Straight A's. You made the Dean's List again.'"
hes just so proud of his boy </3 weeping
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Chapter II: A Secret Project
"Alfred liked to joke that he was teaching him 'Brucejitsu.'"
theyre so cute im gonna vomit
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"...private train car..."
this is insane. for the record .
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"(About nine times out of ten, the mysterious substance turned out to be chewing gum.)"
let bro have fun :( hes so cute im gonna cry. just imagine him being so excited about making some incredible scientific breakthrough of an unknown, potentially supernatural substance and its. gum. hes so cute :(
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"Maybe someday soon this car could take him there."
HES SO CUTE hes just a little boy ..... (hes 17.) honestly his dissatisfaction with life is just a result of nepotism. my poor wittle nepo baby
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Chapter III: Edward
"...Edward Nashton."
HAIII :3
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"You weren't supposed to say you hated school. But you were supposed to think summer was fun."
CHRIST hes so autism coded. 'supposed to,' like theres a certain way that youre meant to think that everyone else knows about, but he specifically is left out and has to guess on what hes 'supposed' to say, think, feel, etc...
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"He smirked at me. Thought he was so much better than me."
sighs loudly .
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"If a distant relative sent some money to one of the orphans, everyone would say, 'Man, you're such a Bruce.'"
NOT THEM TURNING HIS NAME INTO A SLUR LMFAO
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Chapter IV: The Bruce Wayne
"He quickly found the right wrench by touch."
oh my god bro be soooo fkn fr. hes such a loser. i love him
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"He certainly didn't want to blow the engine. Just make is growl."
oh hes one of THOSE …….. okay baby whatever makes you happy. i love how hes literally just the Car Boyfriend. F1 fan . smh
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"'The way this guy was driving, I thought maybe they'd changed it to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.'"
dickhead
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Chapter V: I Know You
"Anything except his parents back."
oh. erm …!
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Chapater VI: Dex and Paul
"That felt good—leaving ’em in the dust."
hes so cute. "haha yeah >:) i totally win"
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Chapter VII: Thrills
“'Cheapskate,' he’d muttered as he walked back to his bike."
bro is so unserious. 'ax an elder' like that would blow over well. youre such a little freak i love you I LOVE YOU
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"But now just the thought of doing something wrong—even something dangerously criminal—thrilled him."
you need a better outlet baby. have you considered getting diagnosed ......
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Chapter VIII: You're In
"It was a puzzle he was determined to solve."
PUZZLE MENTION ! ! i like the parallels between ed and bruce ; both getting a thrill out of something they shouldnt be doing, being really good at certain respectives (i.e. edward and puzzles, bruce and cars) (this feels really autistic. for both of them)
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"And he had a feeling Dex would disapprove."
he js wants to impress his cool new friend this is so sad lmao
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Chapter IX: The Race
"But then the flash turned into a flame, and the flame spread quickly. BOOM!"
babys first act of terrorism LMAO
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"Her engine blew, and her black muscle car careened off the street, hit a wall, and burst into flames."
OH MY GOD ?
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Chapter X: Bye, Paul
"I wore my seatbelt like a good citizen should."
girl what are you on about now is NOT the time
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"Aww, he thought. Poor little rich kids! Did someone bust up your racing party? Too bad! I wonder who it could have been."
shifty little fucker bro is MALICIOUS LOL
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Chapter XI: Running
"Now, how was the race last night? Did you win?"
ALFRED ILY SM bro is so silly
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Chapter XII: An Appointment
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Chapter XIII: Changes
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Chapter XIV: A Suit
"Bruce had written his thoughts down in a notebook:"
i just adore that he keeps a diary. i found it hysterical while watching the movie and now i just appreciate it
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Chapter XV: The Point
"He brought the same lunch every day—sandwich, carrots, apple."
hes so cute im gonna THROW UP. im gonna throw up. same thing every day bro im just adding this to my list of reasons as to why hes autistic. possible safe foods for him and also just routine. god i love him. if he told me to make him a sandwhich i would. whats feminism idk ......
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"Edward looked him in the eye. 'For a numbers guy, you sure use a lot of words.'”
ok fine i giggled. hes such a smartass LMAO what an asshole (affectionate)
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Chapter XVI: Robbery
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Chapter XVII: Smear it On, Blow it Up
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Chapter XVIII: Under the Mask
"'You again?' he gasped. 'What do you want?' 'You,' Bruce said,"
im blushing
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"Then he got an idea. What if it wasn’t there anymore?"
please for the love of god do NOT blow up the building full of orphan children i cannot keep defending you
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"It was Dex."
GENUINELY CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD ??
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Chapter XIX: A Visit to Smitty
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Chapter XX: For My Lawn Mower
“'Give me back that bag,' Dex warned, lifting the rake. 'Or what?' Bruce asked, chuckling. 'You’ll rake me into a neat pile?'”
shut up dude 😭 😭
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"Keeping a careful hold on the satchel, he wrapped his powerful arms around her, trapping her."
HELLO SAILOR
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“'I’m going to fill this,' he explained. 'For my lawn mower.'”
i cannot keep defending this guy (yes i can) hes gonna set a fkn orphanage on fire dawwwggg
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"And just like always, Edward had made exactly zero impression on the cashier."
the "disguise" wasnt even necessary bro no one gaf 😭 😭
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Chapter XXI: Nice Kick
"...he saw the driver on the ground reach into his pocket, pull something out, and aim it at the truck. A remote control."
goodbye bruce. you were so so sexy
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"As the fire alarm went off..."
BRO . YOU DID NAWT .
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"They were right. There was no fire. Yet."
oh ok nvm carry on then
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Chapter XXII: Busted
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Chapter XXIII: Resolutions
"Then something interesting occurred to Edward. What if I sent riddles with my crimes?"
UR SO CORNY DAWG . shut up ur so corny . someone get this cornball outta here (and in my BED)
#this took stupidly long#and no ones gonna read it but thats fine#this is for me to enjoy :)#batman 2022#the batman 2022#before the batman#reevesverse#battinson#bruce wayne#spoilers#edward nashton#the riddler#dano riddler#danonation#danocel
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Bringing Home Brisket
Relationship: Jake "Hangman" Seresin/OC!Carter
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Jake surprises Carter with a puppy.
Author's Note: Brisket Seresin played by Brisket Powell because I have never had a dog and don't know good dog names. Alex Diaz is a completely original character from a past one-shot.
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Jake walked into the apartment, a small puppy cradled in his arms. Carter and Alex sat on the couch, laughing about something.
"Hey, sweetheart, I've got-" Jake stopped as soon as he saw Alex. "Diaz."
"Seresin."
"What are you doing in my home?" Jake asked, straightening his posture.
"Don't start!" Carter groaned, she looked at Jake, not noticing the bundle of fur in his arms. "I invited him over. He is a guest - my guest. You're gonna have to get over whatever bullshit you both refuse to tell me."
"Are you guys even allowed to have dogs in here?" Alex asked.
"No. Why?" Carter asked. Alex nodded towards Jake. She saw the puppy and gasped. "Jacob Thomas Seresin, that better not be a dog!"
"Your middle name is Thomas?" Alex asked.
"This is Brisket." Jake smiled, holding up the puppy.
"You're gonna get us evicted," Carter replied.
"Then we'll have an excuse to finally find our dream house." He was still smiling wider than ever.
"We can't keep him, Jake."
"Yes, we can. As long as Jeff never finds out. Look at that face. Where else is he gonna go? He's a stray and he's just a pup," Jake explained. Carter took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry to kick you out, Alex. But I have to speak to my boyfriend in private." She looked at Alex.
"I get it. I'll talk to you later. Good luck, Seresin." Carter walked Alex out of the apartment. As soon as she closed the door, she turned back to Jake.
"What are you thinking?"
"He was all alone. I couldn't leave him.
"We can't have a dog. Not here. Not yet."
"Come on, babe. Look at that wittle face?" He held the puppy up to his cheek. Carter rolled her eyes. "Look at Brisket."
"That is the worst name for a dog." She softened as she began petting the puppy. "He is cute."
"If I let you name him can we keep him?" He asked.
"We cannot have a dog here."
"Yes, we can."
"This is something we needed to discuss before you brought him home. Dogs are a lot of responsibility. I'm going to be stuck picking up after him and training him because if you get called off again, which you will-" Carter sighed, taking the puppy from him. "Where are we going to go if Jeff kicks us out? Hm?"
"It's not going to happen."
"I love you, but can we put your hopeful optimism on the shelf for two seconds? Let's be realistic for a minute, alright. Where are we going to go?"
"I understand your worries. I get it. But- we keep putting off looking for a place. We keep making excuses. No more excuses. We can start looking at houses tomorrow if it'll make you feel better," he told them. The smile crept back as he watched Carter mindlessly pet Brisket. "See, you love him already."
"Wha-" Carter looked down at the dog. "He is cute and we can't possibly surrender him to a shelter. He's just a baby." They glared at Jake. "I hate you."
"I know and I accept it. So we're keeping him?"
"We can keep Brisket." She sighed. "I'll talk to Jeff so he's not blindsided. Ask him to give us two months tops to find a new place."
"See! i knew you'd come around to the idea."
"I'm still mad at you." She carried Brisket to the couch. "Your dad is an idiot, Brisket."
"You keep calling him Brisket which means you don't hate the name."
"Shut up. We gotta pick him up some stuff for tonight. A bed, toys, food, lots of pee pads, a collar, some treats. How does that sound, Brisket?" She asked. "You better tell your dad to wipe that smile off his lips or he's sleeping on the couch with you tonight." Jake couldn't help but laugh. "Don't test me, Jacob."
"Pulling out the government name twice. Ouch."
"Next time, warn me before you bring a dog home." Carter looked at him.
"I'll keep that in mind."
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okay prompt. uhh tokyo revengers
okay mitsuya brainrot so let’s see if i can come up with something ummm
he’s trying to do something, like sew or embroider or read or whatever. draken and mikey are screwing around and being loud and mitsuya gets a wee bit annoyed (very rare, he’s so Chill) and is like ARE YOU FIVE and draken and mikey are like, sassy mitsuya???? so they start poking him and annoying him on purpose and it turns into them just tickling him so he stops pouting lmao
as per usual, just delete if you aren’t feeling it!! <3
I blame @ticklish-n-stuff and @duckymcdoorknob (lovingly) for this- their Tokyo Revengers love has infected me and made me wanna rewatch/finish the show kjakjrekjarjkejkr I adore Mitsuya- this is so much fun! I've gotcha covered, friend!
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“Say that again, shrimp- I dare you!”
“Ooo, that’s so scary coming from the BFG!”
“You wanna die today, Mikey?”
Mitsuya felt his eye twitch, the pattern of his latest project seeming to blur with each exchange going on around him. He was never going to get this done!
“Balk, balk balk! Mother Ken is angry!” Mikey made chicken noises, crossing his eyes and flapping his arms before taking off running, Draken in toe. The room wasn’t that small, but somehow these two managed to make it feel smaller. Pillows flew, a notebook Mitsuya forgot he even had gone soaring high, along with a handful of pens Mikey attempted to throw like ninja stars.
When a spar pin cushion bonked him in the head- thankfully lacking any pins in it- Mitsuya had enough.
“Are you two FIVE?” He snapped, twisting in his seat to glare. Mikey and Draken were in a sort of crouch, the bigger of the two’s hand around Mikey’s ponytail and said boy’s hand pulling Draken down by the side of his mouth. Both blinked owlishly at him. “Calm your asses down! This isn’t the playpen at a nursery!”
With that, he twisted around in his seat, returning to his project. Silence fell upon the room following it, something charged in the air. For a brief moment, Mitsuya wondered if he went too far.
A poke to the ribs told him otherwise.
“Oo, someone’s mad.” Mikey cooed, his face unnervingly cheeky. “We pissed off Taka, Kenny!”
“So we did.” Another poke to his other side made him jerk back, leaning away from the devilish look in Draken’s gaze. “Can’t have that, can we?”
“Go away! You two are pissing me off more now!” Mitsuya tried to stay mad, but each prod and poke tapped away at his mood, forcing his arms against his sides as he struggled not to smile. “Stop poking me, I’m working!”
“Oo, he’s working, Kenny! Better stop it now!” Poke poke poke.
“Don’t look at me, Mikey, you’re the one egging him on. Look, he’s getting red!” Poke poke poke.
Mitsuya was slightly flushed, the efforts to not burst into giggles right there proving difficult. “G-Go away! Bo-oth of yo-ou, sta-ahp thaht!”
“Oo, he’s laughing!” The pokes came to a halt. Mitsuya let out a sigh of relief. Behind him, Draken raised an eyebrow to Mikey. The shorter man nodded.
The next thing Mitsuya knew, twenty fingers were attacking his sides.
“AH! Ahehahahahahahha! Nohohohohoho, dohohoohn’t you dahhahahahahre!” Mitsuya squealed, flailing forward before sinking back in his chair, trying to curl up against the vicious attack. “Dohohohohn’t tihihihihihickle mehehehehehehehe!”
“Oo, why not? We’re only wittle five year olds! We don’t listen!” Mikey cooed at him in his best baby voice, snickering when Mitsuya cackled. “I wanna juice box!”
“And some animal crackers.” Draken added, moving his fingers up to the silver blonde’s belly, making him spasm. “Though that just sounds like a normal thing for you, Mikey. Sure you’re not secretly five? You pass for it being that short.”
“You know what, Kenny-”
“Guhuuhuuhuhys pelhahahhahhahahase!” Mitsuya howled, kicking his feet some when Mikey switched to his neck, pressing in all the sensitve spots. “Ahehahahahaha, dohohohohon’t! Iihihihihiihhm gohoohhoohohnna kihihihiihll yoohohohohohohou!”
“Threatening Toman’s leader? How bold.” Draken snickered, squeezing his hips. “You’re lucky we like you, Taka.”
“Yeah! And you make good brownies in a mug. I suppose I can let it slide.” Mikey nodded in agreement, snorting when the taller boy squealed, voice near silent. “Are you still mad?”
“NOHOHOHOOHOHOO!”
“Gonna forgive us?” Draken grinned, squeezing Mitsuya’s knee and making him kick.
“YEHEHEHEHEHS!”
“...Can I still have a juice box?”
“FIIHIHIHNE NOW STAHHHAHAHAP!”
The tickles finally came to an end. Mitsuya groaned through residue giggles as he sank further in his chair, nearly falling out. His vision was slightly blurred, and his body felt both light and exhausted- tingling from the tickles. Above him, Mikey and Draken laughed and cheered, high fiving.
“Jeheherks.” He groaned, shooting his hands out to jab them in the pits. Mikey all but flailed backwards while Draken jerked with a snort. “I hahahte you!”
“No you don’t.” Mikey recovered, ruffling Mitsuya’s hair until he was laughing once more. “So, where’s my juice box?”
“I don’t have any on me.” He confessed, earning a small pout from Mikey. “But I’ll buy you one. We can go down to the convenience store a few blocks from here.
“Whoo-hooo! You hear that Kenny? Juice!” Mikey cheered, already running out the door like a little kid. Draken laughed, standing up and pulling Mitsuya to his feet.
“He really does act like a child. Heh, you good Taka?” The taller of the two looked around, wincing at the clutter. “Sorry about your room.”
“Don’t worry about it. You two can clean it up when we get back.” The silver haired teen shrugged, smacking Draken on the back as they headed out. “Hey, when I poked you-”
“Want round two?” Draken’s hand squeezed his hip out of nowhere, making the other jump back with a squeak.
“N-Nohoho!”
“That’s what I thought.”
Thanks for reading!
#Tokyo Revengers#tickle#tickle fic#mitsuya takashi#manjiro sano#ken ryuguji#mikey#draken#fluff#I love writing Mitsuya alkjrejakjrekjjarke#He's honestly so much fun?#Between him and Baji I just have the best time akjlrjearjeajkrajekr#And Chifuyu- he's a doll baby
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Rolan would be such a good uncle, is perpready to give Lia and wyll time to rest by taking the baby.
It's important to him that the baby knows they have family that cares
Absolutely.
Rolan's already there constantly visiting (he calls it 'checking up on them' but we know better). The Ravenguards are in a position to want for nothing, but Rolan still brings them magical quality of life improvements.
And he showers that baby in gifts. Every visit he brings something.
Rolan and Cal are secretly in an unspoken "Favorite Uncle" competition. Points are tallied every time the baby gives one of them "uppie" hands. Rolan is ahead by two somehow and Cal is fighting for his life trying to be the goofy fun uncle to catch up.
Rolan's 'little light show' is a family favorite that gets more fantastic for the family littles. There are nights when Uncle Rolan watches the baby and leaves the dancing light over the crib while she sleeps.
He loves his siblings deeply and by extension their children. At one point all they had was each other and that bond is unbreakable. They know they can call on other for support.
The second Lia calls for him, he's ready. It doesn't matter for what, or why or when, the man is THERE. He's even reaching out to Cal: did you talk to her? Do you know what's going on? Are you going? The tiefling siblings always roll together.
Wyll & Lia could have called on the best clerics in the Gate, but they call for her brother first. There's probably a manor full of staff, the baby probably has her own nurse, but Lia & Wyll have strong family bonds and are very hands on parents. So it's family they look to for advice first.
Rolan knows exactly how frustrated she is when feeling helpless. Whatever's going on, they'll figure it out together.
A Rolan in a relationship with Tav also brings his partner along, and Wyll is always over the moon to see his friend.
This is the dream team of "We've got you covered."
If they sense at all Lia and Wyll are tired, they promptly send mom & dad off to rest. Even still, they make sure Wyll & Lia are making sure their own needs are met.
For fussy baby problems, they can all trouble shoot together and figure it out. We saved the world, everything else is easy. If all else fails, they know three great healers they can call on.
(Wyll or Tav can make a joke about calling on Jaheira for some of her great motherly advice. Which is only really a joke if the baby isn't too ill. If that baby is in pain or has a fever they can't deal with Tav would personally knock on Jaheira's door.)
A druid or cleric Tav would be able to handle it too. But I imagine an arcane wielder (like Coren) could be very creative with spell use.
[ "Oh, what troubles you so my little Squishy? Do your wittle nubbies hurt?" The sorceress runs her icy palm over the child's forehead. "Does that feel better?" She asks, massaging the swollen node with her finger, sending the faintest electric hum to numb the pain.]
As the children grow, there is a fantastic sense of family amongst them. Every occasion is a large family gathering.
Dad, former Blade or Frontiers, Hero of Baulder's Gate is still a renowned story teller. Now his daughter has taken to telling tall tales of her own.
Imagine everyone seated in a warm sitting room where an adorable little tiefling girl with a wooden sword acts out a familiar adventure. It doesn't happen quite like those in the room that lived it recall, but it's a charming story and Uncle Rolan makes the best visual effects with his mastery of magic.
#bg3 rolan#holy rolan empire#rolan bg3#baldurs gate 3 rolan#wyll x lia#lia x wyll#rolan cal lia#bg3 tiefling headcanons#bg3 tieflings#my tiefling headcanons
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Imagine, in an X-Men Evolution AU/Reboot, which involves Morph, that they're Reader's parent, or at least raised Reader when they were really little. They were an experiment, having tests done on them, and were uses to infiltrate and to spy on organizations, and ended up, somehow, with the Weapon X people...
They meet Wolverine and Sabretooth while there, and are the only person who tries to be gentle with them or treat them like people. It's not easy for them all the time, especially when it's so easy to get hurt, but they won't stop helping them. They become acquaintances, then the closest being they can call friend, and then something happens, and suddenly Morph is... well... with child.
That immediately sets things off.
For once, the two ferals are acting out to the point of fighting the most painful punishments or torture, all to be around Morph and, apparently, their baby. If anyone threatens Morph, they're killed, with claws marks and chunks of flesh missing, amd there's only two people who are capable of that there... If Morph is mad, they're p*ssed. If Morph's sad, they're trying to comfort them. If they're tired, they're pushing them into a sleepy cuddle pile, amd aren't being let up until they take a nap. No one can do anything anything them, lest they risk the wrath and disobedience of the group's two assets...
Reader is eventually born, amd its clear from the start that their mutation is something... different. It's like anyone who's around them instantly feels better, or feels the need to relax. If baby Reader cries, suddenly others are upset and trying to stop it. If they're happy, everyone feels great. If they're tired, they're being snuggled ammd kept warm and rocked until they fall asleep... At first, the scientists hate it. But, in fear that they might get rid of Reader, Morph points out how their mutation could potentially calm down Wolberine and Sabretooth and any other... weapons... if they start to become overly aggressive or hard to control. And suddenly it is decided Reader can stay, so long as they are useful...
The two ferals love being around baby Reader. They hate everyone else except for Morph and Reader, and show it especially when they're near them. They don't mind holding Reader, helping to feed them, or simply letting them play with their fingers or hair. For once, something isn't scared of them, or hurting them. And the little thing keeps gurgling and babbling happily whenever it sees them, so it only endears itself to them even more. And Morph loves their baby, and proudly shows it off to their two friends. Look at their little baby! Aren't they so sweet and so tiny and cute enough to eat? And look at their little chubby cheeks and wittle fingers and big beautiful eyes! Morph adores Reader, and is very protective of them.
Eventually, Reader grows into a small toddler, then a small child, and is a bit shy, quiet, anxious, due to their situation, and the fact their parents are hurt by others so much. But this causes problems, as their calming scent or pheromones or emotional connection influences the others to protect them, to harm the people who hurt them, to keep Reader away from potential threats and prying eyes... Which eventually cultivates in the three mutants escaping, and trying to take Reader with them.
Sadly, something happens during the escape, and they think Reader ends up dead... They all end up going on, years passing, then decades, and Morph and Wolverine end up meeting Xavier and Storm, and eventually make the X-Men with them. They end up with Scott and Jean, then end up with more kids, and soon they're a big family, amd helping save other mutants and trying to keep everyone safe. It's good, what they have, and it keeps them happy, loved, protected...
Then they get word of an abandoned lab, the X-Men go to investigate, and Morph ends up finding a preserved mutant hidden in the depths of the old lab, kept in stasis... and it's their baby, the one they thought they lost years ago, when they and Logan had escaped, had set themselves free... They can't help but scoop their kid into their arms once the glass barrier is gone, can't help but cover them a bit, trying to keep them warm and dry, and can't help but cry over them... Logan helps them get Reader back to the others, and they get Reader set up in the infirmary, keeping them warm and cleaning any cuts or wounds that might be there...
Their kid looks so big, compared to when they last saw them... They look like a teen... What happened to them? What happened to their little changeling?
Well... it doesn't matter! They love them, no matter what, and will help them through their recovery! They'll be fed, they'll be kept warm, they'll have their siblings, and they won't ever have to be alone again or be lost! Even if their baby doesn't remember them, they'll help them remember. They'll do anything to keep them alive, to keep them happy... They're just so glad to see them again...
#honeycomb thoughts#platonic yandere marvel#yandere platonic marvel#platonic yandere xmen#yandere x-men#platonic yandere marvel x reader#platonic yandere xmen evolution#platonic yandere xmen evolution au#platonic yandere xmen evo morph
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How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (18)
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Side Stories
"I am not pleased by these recent developments," Buyo meows as he stomps one paw on the floor. He wrinkles his nose. The problem with Megumi-kun's shadows is there is no sound to emphasize the slamming of his paws on the inky black floor. How is he to get his point across? The shikigami look at him and laugh. "This is no laughing matter! We must take control back before more of these... these eggs are created."
Why don't they see the writing on the wall? More shikigami is a terrible thing! Buyo eyes the vast darkness of Megumi-kun's shadows and huffs. Well, it is no wonder they cannot see the writing on the wall when there is no light in this place. Perhaps he should bring some kind of light with him? Brighten things up a little. Make it feel a little more alive.
"You don't like me?" Ryuren asks. His eyes widen and his jaw wobbles as though he is going to cry.
Buyo curls his lips back in slight disgust. There is something wrong about a dinosaur-like creature attempting to cry. A train wreck. A catastrophe waiting to happen. It is too much. It is disgusting. And frankly, he will have nightmares from the visual alone. "You are a strange, strange creature."
"Leave the baby alone," a rabbit says.
"He's upset because he can't talk," another rabbit says, falling onto its back and kicking its hind legs up with glee.
"And he's not a shikigami," the third rabbit points out. "Awwww, is the wittle Buyo jealous?"
"Stop laughing! This is serious! We are being overrun with these-these children! This is NOT a daycare."
Mahoraga sighs and crooks a finger at Ryuren. "Come here, little one." His palm is bigger than Ryuren's body. "If the cat continues to pester you, tell the priestess." Mahoraga pats the much smaller shikigami's head.
Everything comes to a stop. Tell the priestess? NO! They can't tell Kagome or she'll give him that stern look or worse, a talking to. No, he has to put a stop to this.
"This is between us, not Kagome," Buyo meows and then clears his throat. Damn hairballs are always clogging his throat. He should ask Megumi-kun to brush him later. "This does not require human intervention. This is between us demons and shikigami only!" Buyo lets out a mighty roar and then coughs. His body is overcome with tremors.
"Is he okay?" Ryuren asks.
"Buyo has not been keeping up with properly cleaning himself," the other cat shikigami, Shiro, says with a sniff. "At his age, he should know better, but he depends on Megumi-sama to do the work for him." Her small wings flutter behind her.
If he wasn't too busy hacking up a hairball, he'd give that kitten a piece of his mind. Buyo coughs one more time and then shakes his body. "Enough! I take care of myself plenty. Why—why, you shouldn't talk to me that way," he splutters. "I have been around longer than you and Megumi-kun and I have a special relationship that you could not comprehend!" How dare she try to turn the others against him! And after all he has done for her?
"Someone is jealous," the rabbits sing, wrapping their arms around one another and hopping in sync. "Jealous. Jealous. Oh, Buyo Jr. is jealous. The jealous of the jealous. That is Buyo Jrrrrrrr! A big ol' whiny nekomata." They clasp paws and go around in a circle, giggling. "Buyo Jr. is a big ol' whiney nekomata. Jealous. Jealous. Oh, he's soooo jealous."
"No one is jealous!" Buyo growls. "You, Shiro, are nothing more than a kitten. If it had not been for me, then you would have been gone. You can't even fly properly with those tiny wings."
Shiro blinks her large blue eyes. Her bottom lip pokes out.
Oh, meow's sake! Is she about to cry?
"Mahoraga-san!" Shiro cries. "Buyo is being so mean."
She cannot be serious! Those are such fake tears. No one would fall for that.
Mahoraga grunts and stands. Buyo tilts his head back and stands, too. He is not and will not be intimated by some overgrown wannabe divine general.
"That is enough," Mahoraga says, grabbing Buyo by his scuff. "Enough of your pity party. You are nothing more than a spoiled kitten."
Kitten! He is over three hundred centuries old! A kitten, he is not.
"How dare you! None of you have any self-preservation! You aren't even Megumi-kun's shikigami!"
"Why aren't you tamed?" Shiro asks.
Buyo rolls his eyes. What does that matter? Who cares? He takes a swipe at Mahoraga, but the general keeps him at arm's length. Hmph. Oversized general is lucky he is not in a murderous mood today or he would wipe his ass all over these shadows.
"Megumi has not tamed me. He must go through the ritual. None have tamed me."
"Oh." Shiro looks down at her feet and then up at Buyo. "It is nice of you to attend these meetings, still. Perhaps one day, Megumi-sama will tame you. You would be of great help against Sukuna."
Wait.
"Let me down!" Buyo meows. "I need to talk to the runt." When Mahoraga sets him down, Buyo flicks up his two tails and sticks his nose in the air. "Oi, you, dinosaur."
"It is Ryuren," the dinosaur shikigami corrects, ruffling his arm feathers.
"Ryuren," Buyo says, rolling his eyes. "You can talk to Megumi-kun, which is more than what Shiro can do."
"I can learn to talk." Shiro sniffs.
"Anyway," Buyo continues, because no one asked her for her opinion. "I need ya to give word to Megumi-kun about a plan."
"P-plan?" Ryuren's yellow eyes blink so much it gives Buyo whiplash. "What plan?"
Buyo holds up a paw. "First, stop blinking. Second, stop talking. Third, I am about to tell you the greatest plan of all plans."
"Oh, this should be good," a rabbit crackles.
"You think he'll hack up another fur ball?" another rabbit asks.
"I just hope the next shikigami is another canine," the wolf says. At that, Buyo snaps his fangs, but the wolf shikigami lays his head on his paws and yawns.
"Or something that is not a predator," the owl shikigami quips.
"You are a predator," the elephant says. "So, you just want another prey shikigami?"
"SILENCE!" Buyo bellows. "I am trying to explain the glorious plan. You keep it up and I will drop hints to Kagome-san that the next shikigami should be a mouse."
"That wasn't very nice," the third rabbit says. "What a meanie."
"A meanie poop," one rabbit says.
"A poopie kitty," another one crackles.
Buyo closes his eyes and paws at his face. Why must he be stuck with such idiots? "Can we focus for five seconds? Why is that so difficult?"
"You need to treat others how you want to be treated," the deer shikigami speaks up.
"No one invited you," Buyo mutters.
"I am just as a part of Megumi's shadows as you are."
"Anyway." Buyo rolls his eyes so hard they nearly pop out of his skull. "Back to the plan at hand. We have an immediate threat, and that is the abomination known as Sukuna. He must be stopped and then we will deal with the shikigami apocalypse."
"What do you propose?" Shiro asks, scooting closer to him. Buyo scoots away, but every time he moves away, this damn kitten moves even closer.
"Why are you touching me?"
"You're warm."
Buyo sighs. "As I was saying." He glares at Shiro before continuing. "We must put a stop to Sukuna. And Shiro, as much as it pains me to admit, has brought up a great point. You, Mahoraga, would give Megumi-kun an edge."
"Perhaps," Mahoraga says slowly, "but Megumi has not tamed me and Sukuna has already defeated me. He knows what to do now."
"He defeated you without a buff."
"Oh? You would share some of your energy with me?"
"I am a kind demon. Some would say the greatest."
"No one says that," one rabbit says.
"Some may call you a brat," another one says, elbowing the other rabbit in the side.
"The brattiest of all the brats! Buyo Jr. the bratty nekomata." The rabbits link arms again and kick their hind legs up. "The biggest brat of them all. Bratty, bratty, Buyo Jr."
"One day I will eat you," Buyo deadpans. He needs a hit of catnip to deal with these rabbits. "As I was saying, once again. Ryuren, you will tell Megumi-kun that it is time to tame Mahoraga... and the deer. Start with the deer. You can heal, right?"
The deer shikigami snorts. "Is water wet?"
"I don't...is this a trick question?"
"Of course I can heal."
Buyo squints. What happened to treating others how you want to be treated? "Why didn't you just say that? I was confirming that it was one of your abilities." Buro curls his top lip back. It is not as though he, Buyo, the greatest nekomata ever, concerned himself with what the ten shadow users could do. He got the information from the rabbits, and they are trickier than foxes, so naturally, like the smart demon he is, he asked simply to confirm.
None of them deserves his greatness. It is simply for Megumi-kun's sake that he puts up with them. Boosting their abilities with his demonic energy.
"Can we wrap this up?" Shiro questions, yawning. "I can't stay awake too much longer. I'm growing."
"Me too!" Ryuren chimes. "I'm gonna be as big as Mahoraga-san!"
Disgusting. Buyo grimaces and then musters the energy to continue. "Instruct Megumi-kun to tame the deer shikigami first, as it can heal him. I am not limited by his cursed energy and neither are you and Shiro, since you were born of Kagome-san's energy."
"So, we get to hit Deer with the one, two, three, four combo?" The rabbits smile and it is something made of nightmares. Their red eyes are unsettling.
"... Sure. We attack at once. And then we move to taming Mahoraga."
"Even so, at his current state, you think Megumi can tame me? I have fought stronger sorcerers, and he is not the strongest ten shadows user."
"Can others join in?"
"It would be invalid," Mahoraga quips. "So no, neither Gojo nor Sesshomaru could take part in helping Megumi to tame me."
"... Does Maki count?" Buyo asks weakly.
Mahoraga clamps his lips shut and leans back.
"Is that a, no?" Buyo walks over to Mahoraga and sits at his feet. He places a paw on his leg. "The zero cursed energy, Zenin. Does she count?"
Mahoraga taps his fingers on his knee and refuses to look at Buyo.
So, it's like that.
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A/N: Wishing you an awesome week! Next side story will be the Accidental Multiverse and Teen Satoru is going to be jealous of Adult Satoru. No body take over for the Accidental verse.
Sorry I didn't update as frequently last week. It's been a little rough. Promise to get to everyone's questions this week.
Take care! Have a great Monday and make sure to drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest!
#crossover pairings#jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha#kagome higurashi#inuyasha fanfiction#gojo satoru x kagome#how to tame a sorcerer
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♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 1 ♡‧₊˚
pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ m for mature tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby), suggestive w/c ♡ 800 pt. 2
a/n ♡ so i originally posted this on ao3 and since it did pretty good on there i decided to post it here too. pt.2 is already done so i'll be posting it right after this one. pt. 3 is also in the works so i hope you enjoy!!!
you look at the clock. 9 pm. you hold back a sigh. it's been a week since your boyfriend left for his trip, and you can't say you're not disappointed. you had just gotten together after months of the both of you being absolutely clueless about each other's feelings. when everything seemed to be going smoothly, his work pushed a 2 week business trip onto him. and if it couldn't get any worse, with his trip and your workload suddenly increasing, you barely had any time to call each other, and when you did, the call wouldn't last anymore than 5 minutes.
you plop into your bed, exhausted from work. as you scroll aimlessly through your emails, you get a text:
minki <3: good evening shnookums
you smile as you read his text, silently cursing him for being so adorable
you: good evening princess
minki <3: how was my wittle cutie patootie
you: better now that i can talk to you <3
minki <3: awww ur making me blush
minki <3: …i miss you
as you reread the last text over and over again, different feelings start flooding your mind: lovesickness, longing, sadness, and…lust.
yes, you haven't been dating for that long, and your busy schedules made it difficult to meet up. mingi, being the gentleman that he is, always made the most out of your dates; taking you out to different restaurants you've always wanted to try, and planning other fun things that made you fall for him every single time.
although those sentiments were very touching and thoughtful, you have to admit that you were ready for more. you were ready for more than little pecks on the cheek, you were ready for more than tentative cuddles while watching tv.
the problem is, you don't know how to bring it up to him. mingi always seemed so happy whenever you had time for each other that you convinced yourself that where you guys are right now is enough.
a loud ring shakes you out of your thoughts. you look at your phone, a bright "minki <3" pops up on the screen. clearing your throat, you answer the phone and put it on speaker, letting it rest on the pillow beside you.
"hellooooooo beautiful~", mingi's soft yet melodic voice makes your heart skip a beat.
"you were taking a while to answer, so i thought i'd call you. are you doing ok?"
you take a few deep breaths, hoping he didn't notice how your breathing had become uneven.
"no no i'm ok, just a bit tired", you reply.
you could practically hear the pout on his lips when he replied.
"awww you shouldn't be working too hard. how am i supposed to talk to you if you're tired?".
you chuckled as he continued to curse at your workplace for making you work so hard.
after a brief silence, you hear mingi take a deep breath, and proceed to say something that made your efforts to stay calm go to waste.
"i wish i was with you right now."
calming yourself down, you manage to reply, "i wish so too, mingi."
"oh really? it doesn't sound like it". his voice practically oozed with sarcasm.
rolling your eyes, you say, "of course i want to be with my boyfriend".
"well i don't believe you~", mingi says in a cute little sing-song voice.
"then what do i have to do to prove it to you?".
"kiss me".
huh???, you think in awe. "mingi, darling, you're miles away, how am i supposed to kiss you?"
"kiss me through the phone~", he replies, as he continues singing the rest of the song in an out of tune voice that makes you giggle.
"ok ok fine", you say after you stop giggling.
you pucker up your lips and give your phone a big smooch. a small laugh from your phone makes you smile.
"thank you, love. i really needed that".
you and mingi talk a little more before he dozes off, still on call. you let the call continue, not having the heart to cut it off. picking up your laptop, you start working on an email while listening to mingi's deep breathing and incoherent mumbles.
"mmh, baby".
you freeze, slowly turning your head towards the phone, not believing what you are hearing.
you hadn't noticed before, but small moans had accompanied mingi's breathing. your face starts to heat up as you struggle to keep your heart rate down. what was he dreaming about that made him say stuff like that in his sleep?
"fuuuuck yeah, right there".
this was the last straw. you quickly grab your phone and end the call, still in shock at what you had just heard, and ashamed at yourself for letting it affect you the way it did.
after calming yourself down, you close your laptop and head to bed, your mind reeling over the phone call you just had.
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Supernova - Chapter 1: The Aftershock
(AO3)
aftershock: noun 1) a small earthquake or tremor that follows a major earthquake.
2) the effect, result, or repercussion of an event; aftermath; consequence
3) what Danny finds himself having to deal with all of a sudden
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“I swear, you kids drink all those ‘Monstras’ or whatever they’re called and then come to class wonderin’ why you’re feeling like crap,” Tetslaff grumbled as she held the back of her hand up to Danny’s clammy forehead.
“Danny doesn’t drink energy drinks,” Sam said, indignant.
“Then what’s that stuff he’s always bringing to school to drink?” The question came from Star, who was one of the others in the class who’d come over to investigate the commotion. She jabbed a finger at one of the puddles of ectoplasm on the mat. “Because that is so not water.”
“Did she really just call them ‘Monstras?’” Tucker mumbled to himself.
Danny didn’t process any of this. For all he knew, he could be a million miles away from what was happening and he wouldn’t know the difference. Everything sounded far away and muddy, as if he were listening to it underwater. His limbs felt thick, like they didn’t even belong to him. Not to mention that he was still distracted by the remnants of that feeling that had overpowered him so suddenly. Whatever it had been.
Really, nothing he’d ever experienced had yanked on his core as hard as that had. He’d felt drains on his core before, but this had been entirely different. Could it even be considered a drain? He couldn’t tell if he’d lost any of his energy.
A shiver ran down his spine. To have such a fundamental part of his being end up so violently displaced, so utterly violated… Even now, it was still out of sync with his heart and making his stomach churn threateningly again.
And had he just been imagining hearing someone shouting?
“... take him to the nurse’s office?” Tetslaff was asking the small crowd. “ Not you , Foley! You’ll be lucky if I let you loose on your own durin’ class again before you graduate.”
“No,” Danny heard himself say. He was the one moving his mouth, right? Why did his tongue feel like sandpaper? “Don’t need the nurse. Just hot.”
And he was hot. Abnormally so. As in he hadn’t been this hot since before the accident. His core sputtered a few weak coils of his cold energy, but couldn’t manage much more than that so soon after such an experience.
“Sorry, Coach, I tried to tell him he needed to keep up with drinking his water today.” He was vaguely aware of his aluminum water bottle being pressed into his grasp by Sam. “He just wouldn’t listen to me.”
Normally, he would’ve been annoyed with the jab at his expense, but his head was still too full of fuzz to even really have room to be annoyed. Instead, he swirled the water bottle and discovered that not everything had spilled out onto the mat, so he took a tentative sip. The results were nearly instantaneous; the ectoplasm buzzed pleasantly through his core and sent a jolt of clarity into his brain. Not enough to completely clear the fog, but it was better than nothing.
Tetslaff eyed him skeptically. “You sure you don’t wanna get checked out? Dehydration is nothin’ to laugh at.”
“Yeah.” He nodded as enthusiastically as he could without setting off another wave of vertigo. “I just… need to sit for a second.”
“Aw, what’sa matter?” Brady Ibarra cooed from behind Star. “Fenton can’t handle a wittle baby workout?”
“Can it, Ibarra!” Tetslaff barked. “Alright, Manson, take him off the field. I don’t want him back out here for at least ten minutes. Nuh-uh, you stay right there Foley! You’ve got a hot date with a mat and some crunches. And the rest of you, get back to it! If you don’t have those sheets done before the bell rings, you’ll be runnin’ laps next time!”
She snatched the water bottle out of Danny’s grasp. “And you, if I catch you drinkin’ this junk durin’ gym again, you can bet your sorry bottom we’ll be havin’ a little chat with your parents. Here,” she shoved the bottle at Sam, “empty that out and get him some real water.”
Sam pulled Danny up by the elbow and dragged him toward the bleachers, away from the echo of Tucker’s complaints. “What the heck was that?” she hissed as soon as they were out of earshot.
“I don’t know.” He plopped down on the sun-warmed seats with a wince. Ouch . Too hot. Core still out of whack. Must’ve been too obvious, since Sam glanced over her shoulder and, after seeing Tetslaff busy telling Tucker to get onto a clean mat, handed the bottle back to Danny. He took a few greedy, grateful gulps.
“What do you mean you don’t know? And stop drinking that so fast, you’ll make yourself sick.”
He pulled the bottle out of his mouth and breathed in deeply before saying, “This is the stuff that keeps me from getting sick. And I mean, I don’t know.” Another swig. The familiar chill was finally beginning to return. “One minute I was fine and then just… I don’t know.”
“You totally froze up.” She looked over her shoulder again before taking a seat next to him. “Whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t normal. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I thought we’ve established nothing about me is normal these days.”
“You know what I mean, you idiot,” Sam said, giving him her trademark Manson Eye Roll. “Like did you see the ectoplasm? It just doesn’t do that on its own.”
Danny hummed and finished off the rest of the bottle. Darn. If only half of it hadn’t decided to levitate itself out of the bottle and onto the gym mat. “I mean, it kind of does that in the Zone. Float around and stuff?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Were you the one doing it?”
“Wha- no, that wasn’t me. At least, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me.” He paused. “I was kind of distracted by whatever was going on in here,” he said, gesturing towards his sternum. His core.
Boy, Sam could really look like Mom, or even Jazz when she scrutinized him like this. “Something happened with your core?”
He sighed and rested his head in his hands. Back on the field, Tucker struggled with his crunches. Poor Tuck, having to deal with Tetslaff’s wrath all on his own. “I don’t know how to describe it. It was like… like someone just grabbed it or something. I don’t know. And then I just - I could’ve sworn I heard something. And saw something.”
“What, like another ghost?”
He shook his head. “No, this was different. But I don’t know if I can explain it that well…” A couple of ghost language words came to mind that would’ve been helpful to describe it, but none of them translated well to English.
The memory of the faint light burned clearly in his mind. Too far to reach, and flickering violently, like a birthday candle being blown out, but it had definitely been there. At least, he thought. He was still somewhat doubting that the memory of the whole experience was actually real. The shouting he thought he’d heard included.
But it hadn’t really been shouting…
Had it?
Sam was still watching him critically. Really, he wished she would give him a second to just breathe without having her breathing down his back. It didn’t help that Tucker would be demanding answers in the locker room.
So he couldn’t give a perfect description of it. Whatever it was. Big deal. He wasn’t about to keel over dead because of it.
“I don’t like this,” she said. “What if someone’s doing this to you? Trying to take you out indirectly so they can swoop in and take over the world or whatever?”
It was a possibility, to be fair, but it was a small one at best. “I don’t think so. Ghosts are kind of sensitive about cores. Like it’s just kind of one of those things you just don’t mess around with. It’d be like… I dunno, getting into someone’s brain and screwing around with how it works, or something.”
“You realize Spectra literally fed off your core that one time? And fed off of the souls of the entire student body?”
“Yeah, well, Spectra’s kind of the exception, not the rule. Most ghosts aren’t like that.”
She huffed and crossed her arms. “Whatever. I still don’t like it.”
The feeling of her eyes on him was making his skin crawl at this point. There was a good reason he tried to stay out of the spotlight as much as possible. “So what do you think we should do about it?”
Sam considered this for a moment. “We should probably get you checked out by your doctor or something. What was her name? Fluffy… something?”
“You mean Flurryfoot? I don’t know, it doesn’t feel important enough to make a long trip all the way to the Far Frozen, you know?”
“It’s your core , Danny. Do people just brush it off when they have a heart attack or whatever?”
Danny slid back on the bleachers until his butt fell onto the row of concrete behind him and buried his head into his knees. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t the ghost equivalent of a heart attack,” he mumbled into his gym shorts.
He was grateful for Sam’s concern of course, and he knew he was lucky to have friends like her and Tucker, but really, could she not make such a big deal out of it?
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Pandora cursed in ancient Greek. “I should’ve known,” she muttered. Her flaming helmet flared, making Fleetfloe wince. Sure, she had possibly the strongest ice core next to Frostbite, but being so close to so much fire was still uncomfortable.
Pandora tossed the letter Fleetfloe had given her onto the throne and stormed out of the room. Fleetfloe sprinted after her.
“I told them,” Pandora was grumbling. “They didn’t listen. I knew something like this would happen, and they didn’t listen!”
“My lady,” Fleetfloe said hesitantly, “I must return to the Chief with a response as quickly as possible. Those were my instructions.”
Pandora stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to look down at the messenger yeti, as if just remembering she was there. The yetis of the Far Frozen towered at seven or eight feet on average, but Pandora stood even taller at a dazzling ten feet. Just the sight made Fleetfloe feel even smaller and more susceptible to the rage Pandora was notorious for.
“Yes, yes,” Pandora said. “My apologies. I am… No. It’s okay. I’ll send you with a return message as soon as I can make the proper preparations.”
“Preparations, my lady?”
Pandora pushed open a great set of doors into a room that was strangely empty. Even stranger were the seven doors spread across the walls, each completely unique from the next. One stood tall and elegant, made of a wood so dark it appeared black. Another more so resembled a human sewer entrance, round and metal, though the material rippled like a curtain in an unseen breeze.
For a moment, Pandora simply stood in the center of the room before saying, “I need to consult with Frostbite about this. In person. Frostbite… and the others.”
Fleetfloe gasped. “You don’t mean…?”
“Yes.” Pandora closed her eyes and sighed. “The Ancient Council must convene at once.”
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They didn’t get to go to the Far Frozen right after school.
For a moment, Danny wondered if Clockwork was pranking him. The scene was familiar - eerily familiar. He had to do a double take just to make sure he wasn’t experiencing some major deja vu. Especially since the last time he’d walked in on a situation like this, he’d ended up finding out that Pariah Dark had been unleashed.
“Danny!” Dad shouted, bouncing out of his seat. “Look who decided to join us today!”
A totally spontaneous visit, I’m sure , he snarked to himself, trying to ignore how his stomach dropped to his feet. “Hi, Uncle Vlad,” he said through a pained smile.
If Vlad was here, then that pretty much confirmed whatever had happened earlier that morning had been important. Crap.
“Ah, Daniel! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” Vlad said, his voice dripping with faux warmth. Danny resisted the urge to bite back that no , it had not been a while, seeing as how he’d had to fight Mr. Mayor himself off from overshadowing one of the city administrators just last week. But, you know. Semantics.
Sam, however, was not as afraid of unleashing her vitriol. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.
Vlad stood and brushed imaginary dust off of his suit. “Why such hostility? Am I not allowed to drop by and catch up with my dearest friend?”
“Catch up on evil ,” Tucker whispered under his breath. The following oomph told Danny that Sam’s elbow had decided to find a nice spot to jab Tucker in the ribs. Apparently, she didn’t approve of the dig. Either that, or she was trying to be at least a little conscientious about Dad’s presence. But it wasn’t like Tucker didn’t know how to keep things subtle.
Focus, Fenton . Fruitloop first. Friends could handle themselves and Dad. Besides, he already knew how to handle the old man.
“I guess that makes sense,” he said, moving further into the living room and dumping his backpack unceremoniously on the floor. “There hasn’t been much time for you two to talk. I mean, Dad has been super busy and all. He’s been working on, what, at least three new inventions, and Dad, didn’t you just sign off on another contract with the city?”
Yeah. He could totally play the sneaky banter game.
Vlad’s smile turned so tight it turned his lips white. “Yes, well, if young Phantom wouldn’t be so careless during his fights, perhaps that contract wouldn’t be necessary, hm?”
Dad, oblivious to the scowl that erupted on Danny’s face, just grinned broadly and slung an arm around Vlad’s shoulders. “See? Now this is local leadership at its finest! Looking out for the town and stopping troublemakers in their tracks!”
“You know what they say,” Sam said, “never trust a politician.”
“My, such divisive words.” Vlad wriggled his way out from under Dad’s arm. “I’m sure one day you children will understand the importance of the measures I must take to keep our fair city safe. The youth of today just don’t care for civic duty like they should!”
The rage of an impassioned Sam flooded Danny and left him with a sour tang in his mouth. Some negative emotions were bearable, in terms of consumability at least, but Sam Manson’s ire? Not so much.
Vlad must have been able to taste it too, because his oily smile only widened.
Sam did not notice either of these reactions. She stomped towards Vlad with a finger jabbed towards his face. “Listen here, you little -”
“ Okay , Sam!” Tucker cut her off by grabbing onto her arm. Danny perfectly mirrored the move. “Didn’t you have something you wanted to do? Something important ?” In sync, the two boys started to guide her out of the living room and towards the lab.
“Please, don’t go on my account. I was just about to leave anyway. Such important mayoral duties I must attend to! I must sign off on those plans to develop that drab little community garden that’s been such an eyesore.”
This time, the wave of rage nearly toppled Danny over. He gritted his teeth and, with Tucker, dragged Sam into the kitchen, which turned out to be a task much easier said than done when the subject of the dragging was determined to protest the destruction of the community garden. Very loudly .
“I swear, if you make us go deaf before we’re 30, I will never forgive you, woman,” Tucker said as they began to descend the staircase into the lab.
If it had been anyone else who’d made the comment, Sam would’ve probably gone ballistic, but Tucker and Danny both had long since earned the pass to sling such digs at her. Danny figured she’d probably return the favor before long.
As it was, her anger remained directed towards Vlad. “He can’t do that! Do you know how hard we worked to get all the permits and stuff to build that garden? It took months to get the city council to approve the plans! And doesn’t he realize that we’re donating the vegetables to the school so we can actually have healthy school lunches, which, oh look! Another thing the mayor should be looking into fixing instead of schmoozing up to big donors and trying to make another quick buck off -”
“He was bluffing!” Danny interrupted. Ancients, his ears needed a break. He would always love Sam to death of course - or at least, whatever came next for a dead-but-not-quite-dead freak like him - but more often than not, she could let her tirades get loud, and it was killer on his sensitive ears.
Huh. The death puns were strong today.
They reached the bottom of the staircase, and Sam immediately whirled on him with her hands on her hips. “Oh really? And since when did you get the power to read minds?”
“I don’t need the power to read minds, he’s done the same exact thing to me too, you know!” His fingers curled into his palms. “That’s - it’s just what he does, alright? He says a bunch of crap that gets you all riled up so you end up making a mistake.”
“That’s quite clever, little badger.” Danny turned just in time to see Vlad emerge from the stairwell. “And it only took you two years to figure out!”
Danny opened his mouth to order Vlad out of his basement, but Sam beat him to the punch. “I swear, if you don’t march up those stairs and rescind whatever stupid development project you’ve got planned for the community garden, I’ll… I’ll -”
“Oh, relax. For once, Daniel was right about calling a bluff. Those plans were rejected by the city council weeks ago. Besides, I have far more important matters to worry about.” He pushed past her easily and approached Danny. “We need to talk.”
“Sorry. Not interested,” Danny said, his voice clipped. “Just get out of my house, Vlad. I’m too tired to put up with your crap today.”
“Hm. I don’t think I will.” When Danny turned to storm away, Vlad caught his shoulder and forced him back around. “Now, can I implore you to act your age for at least five minutes? The sooner you cooperate, the sooner I can get out of your hair.”
Ugh. Why did his enemies have to make good points sometimes? “Fine. You can have five minutes, so you better make it quick.”
“I’ll cut to the chase,” Vlad said dryly. He leaned down just a couple inches more, and Danny’s already tightly curled fingers dug even deeper into his hand. “Tell me what your parents have been working on recently.”
Well. It certainly hadn’t been the question he’d been expecting. “... Why? So you can steal it or something?”
“Daniel, I swear -”
“Okay, okay. Sorry . You want the truth? ‘Cause I honestly don’t know. I’ve been… busy lately.”
Vlad raised an eyebrow. “Busy doing what? Attacks have been down recently.”
“He’s got a life too, you know!” Tucker protested from the side. “You’re not the only one with things to do.”
“And it’s not like I would tell you, anyway.” He wasn’t exactly keen on telling him about the visits to Long Now, for one thing. Or the Far Frozen. Although, it would be kind of funny to see his reaction to that, given the cheesehead’s last encounter with the yetis.
Vlad looked to the ceiling and inhaled. “ Fine . Then tell me about what happened to you this morning.”
Ah, there it was. The question he’d been waiting for. Might as well make him work for the answer. How could he deny his duty as a sixteen year old to annoy crummy adults as much as possible? “How do you know anything special happened to me this morning?”
“Quite frankly? Because the same thing happened to me, and I’d like to know exactly what it was,” Vlad said, matter-of-fact. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. I wouldn’t bother to ask if I didn’t already suspect you’d been through it too.”
“It’s not that.” Danny fought the urge to give the man a cheeky grin. “I’m just surprised the oh-so-powerful Vlad Plasmius would ever admit to a moment of weakness.”
Red tinged the edges of Vlad’s eyes. “This is serious , boy!” he growled. “There are very few things that can affect a core so strongly and from such a distance, and I’m sure you can figure out for yourself that none of them are good. There could be a dire threat right under our noses, and I for one would much rather get the jump on it than the other way around. I can imagine you’d like to do the same.”
Faint memories of the disquieting sensation of his core put out of rhythm bubbled in his chest. Even now, hours later, he couldn’t tell if the dull unease that had settled in the center of his chest was a true remnant of earlier events or simply the results of an overreaction. And if Vlad had felt it too… “What could’ve done it?” he asked quietly. No more games.
Vlad sighed, and the fire in his eyes died away. “Like I said, there are very few natural forces that could have such an effect on a core. After all, it’s impossible for a ghost to have the power to interfere with another ghost’s core from a distance.”
“Wait, really?” He… admittedly hadn’t known that.
“There’s a reason why ghosts with parasitic natures must make direct contact with their victim. Or why spectral healers always interact directly with a patient’s core. They must physically handle it in order to have any real effect.”
Huh. Well, that would explain some of the more… invasive portions of checkups with Frostbite and Flurryfoot. “They can still use technology and stuff, though, right?”
He was vaguely aware of Sam and Tucker, still standing off to the side, watching with barely restrained interest. If there was one thing he could never quite explain to them well enough, one thing they just could never understand, it had to be ghost cores and all the complexities that accompanied them. They probably had just as many questions as he did, if not more.
“Yes,” Vlad answered, “although such technology would have to be extremely complex. And information on other natural tools and forces and spells to interact with cores has been lost to history, or has been classified as forbidden knowledge by the Ancient Council.”
“So, then you think it wasn’t a ghost?”
Vlad hummed and took a few steps closer to the closed portal. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated the hazard-striped doors. “I’m not completely discounting the possibility. Not all ghosts are beholden to the superstitions associated with interfering with a core. It wouldn’t be impossible for someone to get a hold of an artifact, or perhaps a healer’s instrument. Difficult, yes, but not impossible. But that’s why I wanted to ask about Jack and Maddie’s latest projects. It’s also possible that they created something that could’ve had the same effect, whether they intended to or not.”
Danny hesitated for a moment. “I mean, Dad’s had a few new projects, but I’m pretty sure they’re all ecto-guns of some sort. At least, I think.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it past Jack to bumble his way into something so destructive.” He eyed Danny critically. “You’re sure they haven’t been working on anything else?”
Ignore the cheap shot, Fenton . Danny nodded. He hesitated again, then asked, “I - you don’t think… the Guys in White could’ve done it, do you?”
Vlad’s response wasn’t immediate. That was the farthest thing from reassuring. “My sources within the organization lately have been… inconsistent, at best. I’m still working on getting more reliable means of collecting information on the inside.”
“You mean doing more spying?” Sam accused.
He shot her a wry smile. “Would you rather have no information on them at all?”
For a moment, she was uncharacteristically speechless. “Well, I - I don’t… it’s not like Tucker hasn’t been able to get into their system before…”
“And I suppose it’s somehow morally correct for you to spy on them?”
Sam’s face flushed red, and she slowly closed her mouth.
Vlad regarded her with a smug look. “I believe my point has been made. Anyway,” he turned back to Danny, “my best estimates indicate that the GIW are not capable of creating such a technology at this time. But… I would be foolish to completely count them out of the picture.”
Danny blew out a breath. Right. This was information he could deal with. He’d handled the GIW before. It wasn’t like the prospect of the GIW having technology that could affect cores from a distance was loads more terrifying than the prospect of a ghost having that power.
No, nothing like that at all.
“So wait, if neither of you knows what happened, what are we supposed to do?” Tucker asked. “Sit around and wait till whoever it was decides to try and do it again?”
“You are more than welcome to do that, if that’s your attitude.” Vlad didn’t take his eyes off the portal he’d returned to studying. “ I plan on investigating the matter further. I for one am not too keen on allowing someone to galavant around prying into my core. If you’re alright with that, I suppose that’s your prerogative.”
“Look, if you’re just gonna antagonize my friends, then the only thing you’ll be investigating is my fist in your face,” Danny snapped. The day’s events had long since worn his patience down, and now the potential threat of the Guys in White having something that could mess with him so badly only frayed his nerves further. Maybe he’d been able to tolerate a bit more of the banter earlier, but not now.
Vlad merely glanced at Danny, unfazed. “I suppose you wouldn’t be interested in collaborating our efforts then, hmm?”
“When have I ever been interested in working with you?”
It was then that Danny’s core pulled .
A silent gasp tore at his throat as he fell to his knees and the same feeling that had overwhelmed him earlier that morning once again flooded his body. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, he was vaguely aware of Sam and Tucker rushing over to him and Vlad doubling over. If any of them were saying anything, he couldn’t hear over the rushing roar of white noise that filled his ears.
The only thing he could truly focus on was the agonizingly piercing sensation of his core being ripped away from him. Whether it was actually being torn out of his chest, he couldn’t tell, but he couldn’t help but feel the panic well up inside him that someone had actually taken hold of it and was trying to claw it out, determined to do so at any cost. It was too much. Too much .
I need… I need…
A scream echoed in his mind. This time, it was undeniable.
Except it wasn’t a scream of fear, or a scream of pain, like he would’ve anticipated. This was a wail of anguish, the kind that came from a refugee seeing their home go up in flames and ash. Or from parents who’d just found out their child had died.
Was it his own?
And just as quickly as it had come on, the feeling faded. The hold around his core eased, and his senses slowly returned. Ragged breaths blew his sweat soaked bangs out of his eyes. Nausea swirled ominously in his stomach. Please don’t throw up again , he begged himself, but the irregular rhythm his core had settled into and the feverish warmth washing over him didn’t help those prospects.
He opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) to find himself face down on the linoleum of the lab floor. Sam and Tucker each had a hand on him; their worry filled the air with a pungent taste. With a weak groan, he turned his head so his cheek rested against the floor, and he was surprised to see Vlad’s shoes fill his vision. The older hybrid also hovered over him, apparently having recovered from his own episode faster than Danny.
One of the hands on his shoulders shook him vigorously. “Danny, please ,” Sam was pleading. Her voice was thick with concern.
“Easy,” Vlad said. He still sounded like he was trying to catch his breath. “Give him space.”
If Danny could’ve moved his arm more than a few inches, he would’ve swatted it at Vlad. The last thing he needed right now was the fruitloop’s phony concern. “Lee m’lone,” he slurred. Maybe it was slightly childish, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Especially with that scream still echoing in his ears.
“Why was… whatever that was way worse for him and not you?” Tucker asked, a frantic edge creeping into his voice.
Vlad didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stood up and walked out of Danny’s range of sight. A second later, he heard Vlad digging around in one of his parent’s storage fridges. “Where does he keep the supplements he takes?”
There was a slight hesitation from his friends. Danny didn’t need to see to know the two of them had some sort of silent exchange (the surge of the sweeter flavor of their loyalty to him told him as much).
“Most of it is in his room,” Sam finally admitted after whatever unspoken conversation they had.
A heavy sigh came from Vlad’s direction. “ Where in his room?” he asked. “I’ll go get it.”
“Yeah, fat chance,” Tucker scoffed, standing up. “Like we’d let you have free reign in his room. I’ll go get it. You can just stay right there, where Sam can keep an eye on you.” And Danny , came the implied addition.
As the thud of his boots disappeared up the steps, Sam helped Danny into a sitting position. “You’re warm again,” she murmured as she propped his back up against her shoulder.
“Tell m’somethin’ I don’ know.” Well, at least he hadn’t sounded like a wasted frat boy in front of his whole gym class. Brady Ibarra definitely wouldn’t have let him live that down.
Ugh. An ice bath sounded so good right then. Like the one Frostbite had let him take in their bathhouse that one time, with the silky cold water and the swirls of ectoplasm and the yummy smelling bubbles…
Sam fixed Vlad with a hard glare. “So? You gonna answer the question or what? Because I’m starting to think it’s awfully convenient that somehow Danny’s a heck of a lot worse off than you.”
Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose, and Danny got the sense that he’d been thrown off by the episode more than he cared to let on. “Honestly, girl, what would I have to gain by subjecting myself to this? I could achieve the same ends with far more direct measures,” he bit out.
That much was probably true. Vlad could be very underhanded, but in Danny’s experience, those underhanded techniques got used way more often when he played his mind games. When he was out for blood (or ectoplasm), he tended to get straight to the point.
Not to mention Vlad was definitely not the kind of man to purposefully put himself into this vulnerable of a position.
Vulnerable . Why couldn’t he have thought of that word earlier?
“But do y’know why?” Danny asked quietly. Any accusation he might’ve mustered before had evaporated as soon as his core had been pulled on again. Vlad might be a dirty, morally gray jerk of a man, but he really couldn’t imagine his archenemy going to such unthinkable lengths just to get at him. Sure, torturing, undermining democracy, and cloning weren’t off the table, but messing with cores was too far.
He just wanted to know what was happening at this point.
Vlad’s eyes bore into his. A reproachful twinkle reflected off of the man’s pupils, but something else danced behind them. Could that be… concern? Care?
“I’m afraid not,” he finally admitted, matching Danny’s volume. “Not without knowing the source of the disturbance.”
“That’s reassuring,” Sam said under her breath.
A single red spark flickered at Vlad’s fingertip. “Believe it or not, I am not all-knowing. For all we know, the explanation could be as simple as Daniel having a younger core than I. His has not had the same amount of time to develop as mine has had.”
Tucker came thundering down the steps, a water bottle plastered with the NASA logo in hand. “I couldn’t find any of the vials,” he said in between gasps for breath. “I think this should have enough in it.”
Danny took the bottle with a grateful smile and began guzzling it down. Like before, the effects of the ectoplasm were practically instant. With a new surge of energy, he adjusted himself so he wasn’t leaning against Sam any more. That was better.
“Not so fast, little badger,” Vlad said, plucking the bottle out of Danny’s grasp, much to the disappointment of the latter. “These are the supplements you normally take, yes?”
“Yeah, and? Buy your own if you want some that bad.” Ah, there was the return of that Fenton fire.
Vlad merely rolled his eyes in response. He took an empty vial off one of the lab tables and rinsed it out before pouring a little bit of the bottle’s contents in it. “Trust me, my boy, you’ll thank me later. There is no reason you should need to drink a whole bottle in one sitting.” He handed the bottle back to Danny.
“I don’t drink it all in one go,” he grumbled, but he accepted it and took another sip.
“I want to analyze the makeup of this concentration,” Vlad continued, as if Danny hadn’t said anything. “For one, I can help you find a stronger blend to help you receive the same effect in a much smaller dose. No more need to chug ectoplasm like some uncultured animal.”
Danny nearly choked on his sip of ectoplasm, and Sam snapped, “Better an ‘uncultured animal’ than a creep who picks fights with a teenager.”
Danny rested a hand on Sam’s shin and, despite his core’s discomfort, tried to channel some of his cooler energy to her to counter Vlad’s heated aura beginning to encroach on them. It was a trick he’d picked up from Clockwork after having it used against him more than once: redirecting his intake of emotional energy into an output to help influence the environment around him. He tried to avoid using it on his friends and family too often (getting used to the idea of eating their emotions was bad enough, let alone intentionally influencing them), but he was definitely not in the mood to get into any sort of fight.
Questionable or not, it seemed to work. Sam’s muscles released their tension under his hand, and he vaguely felt Vlad’s aura retreat a touch. Which was a relief. He didn’t know if his core could handle much more at the moment.
“As I was saying,” the older hybrid said tightly, apparently trying to keep his own anger under control, “even if it’s heavily diluted, it’s clear that this specific concentration does seem to have a strong positive effect on you, in the wake of the interference with your core. If I can reverse engineer this formula and test it against samples of your energy, I might be able to narrow down a possible explanation as to what is causing this interference, or at least how to better counteract it.”
“Why would you do that? Why not just study your own stuff?” Tucker asked.
“Daniel and I are two different people,” Vlad replied easily. “Much like each human has their own, unique genetic makeup, the core makeup of each ghost is unique to that ghost. I could test my own energy to narrow down the possibilities, and I fully intend to do so, but that wouldn’t do much in terms of helping Daniel.”
“Wait, what?” Danny blinked in surprise. “You actually want to help me?”
Danny’s interjection caught Vlad off guard. He looked up from the glowing vial with wide eyes. An instant later, they glazed over with his usual air of confidence, but the initial reaction was unmistakable.
“Why so shocked?” he said with a bonafide chuckle. A chuckle . If that didn’t prove he’d been thrown off, even if just for a moment, then nothing would. “You do realize you are far more valuable to me safe and healthy than you are harmed, do you? What good would any of my plans be if something happened to you?”
Danny narrowed his eyes the tiniest bit. The comeback had been too… normal. Something wasn’t right about it. Still, out of some far-fetched desperation to keep this from becoming weirder than it already had, he scoffed and said, “That’s rich coming from the guy who’s beat me up more than practically anyone else in the Realms.”
If Vlad didn’t want to share with the class, then whatever. He didn’t have the patience to squeeze the truth out of him.
“It’s all been for your own good, dear boy,” Vlad said, putting a stopper in the vial. “One day, you’ll understand.”
“ So many creep alarms going off right now,” Sam said under her breath. Danny chose to ignore the comment. Fruitloops were gonna fruitloop.
With a flourish of black light, Masters became Plasmius. “I expect to hear of any developments you may encounter,” he said, looking at each of the teens in turn. Of course, his eyes lingered on Danny the longest. Maybe Sam had a point about the creep thing.
“Bold of you to assume we’ll just tell you things.” Danny folded his arms across his chest. Did he look as confident as he hoped? Probably not, but at least he wasn’t slurring his speech anymore. Seeing Plasmius always managed to stir the decidedly ghostlier part of him that pushed him to start posturing, trying to make himself seem like more of a threat than he truly was. He couldn’t help it.
He didn’t like it.
Vlad raised an eyebrow. “Believe me, Daniel, this is not a situation in which you want to shun my services. I highly suggest reconsidering.”
Reconsidering? Had he even made a decision?
Why was Vlad even being so intense about this anyway?
Well, he kind of had an idea. Vlad wanted to see to it that this hole in his defenses was dealt with quickly. That had to be it, right? When had Vlad ever been one to just leave a potential weakness sitting out there?
Danny met Tucker’s eyes. The latter looked unsure about the entire situation, but gave Danny a tentative shrug. Whatever you think is best, man , Danny could practically hear him say.
He turned to look at Sam next. She had a much stronger eye of suspicion than Tucker, and it was clear from the look on her face that she didn’t want anything to do with Vlad. Part of Danny wanted her to argue with him, try to convince him that this was a horrible idea.
Instead, the hardness in her jaw softened just the slightest, and she closed her eyes. For you , she seemed to say. I’m only willing to do this to help you .
With a resolved sigh, Danny returned his gaze to Plasmius’. “If we work together on this, and you stab us in the back,” he threatened, “I’ll drag you back to the Observants’ Tribunal myself. They still have it out for you for releasing Vortex, you know.”
“Then I think you’ll find yourself pleasantly surprised.” Vlad smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. “Oh, and Daniel? You say that thinking you’d be able to keep me down long enough to bring me there.” With a cackle and a sweep of his cape, he disappeared out of the lab.
Danny’s shoulders dropped as soon as he felt the presence of Vlad’s core fade away. “Stupid, cocky fruitloop,” he muttered, staggering to his feet. Sam grabbed his elbow to steady him.
“Was anything about that weird for anyone else?” Tucker asked. “Like Vlad ? Wanting to work with us ?”
“You know he’s doing it just to get at Danny!” Sam exploded. She must’ve really been working to hold her tongue while Vlad had still been there. “He probably thinks he’ll be able to convince you that you’re better off with him or something. I’m still not convinced that he’s not just faking it and doing something to Danny behind all our backs!”
Danny bit his lip. Something had been off about Vlad, and like he’d already deduced, he knew why , especially since his own reasoning was similar, but could Sam and Tucker understand? Could they understand how terrifying it felt to have the looming threat of this unseen force, just waiting, primed and ready to seize his core again and try and rip it from him? Would they get that every ghostly instinct of his was screaming at him to run and hide somewhere in the Zone where no one would be able to touch his core, where he could protect this side of himself from being so brutally violated?
No. They were only human. They couldn’t understand.
Probably the thing that sucked the most about the only other person like you (other than your clone) being your worst enemy.
“Even if he tries,” he chose to say, “it won’t work. You know that.”
“Yeah… I know…” Sam sighed, and her posture drooped. It suddenly struck Danny how emotionally exhausting this all had to be for her, too. For both her and Tucker. This was the second time in 12 hours that they’d just seen him go through some sort of terrifying episode. He had no clue what happened outside of his own body during those episodes. The thought that he could be at fault for scaring them so badly made him feel sick all over again.
Without thinking, he grabbed a hand from each of them. When they looked at him in surprise, he offered them as warm of a smile as he could muster. “Hey. I promise, alright? It’ll be okay. We’re not gonna let some old man get the best of us.”
Tucker reacted much faster than Sam. He grinned and squeezed Danny’s hand. “True that. Besides, if he decides to turn heel, then I’ve still got some payback I’ve been waiting to give for those anti-tech laws he tried to pass when he first got elected. He’ll find out security at City Hall isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
Sam eventually smiled as well, though the concern was far more evident in her face. “That’s assuming there’s anything left after I get done with him,” she said with a weak laugh. She met Danny’s eyes and squeezed his hand too.
A metallic knock echoed through the lab.
The three friends turned their heads all in different directions. “What the heck?” Danny craned his neck to look up the stairwell. “I thought that door up there was wood.”
“But the tables are metal,” Sam said. She swiped a random ecto-rifle from the table closest to her. “So are the fridge doors.”
“Yeah, and so’s that,” Tucker said. His voice had turned uneasy, and when Danny turned to look, he had a finger pointed at the closed portal doors.
A familiar tingle worked its way up from his core and into his throat. “Grab a weapon,” Danny ordered, to which Tucker happily obliged. He himself called forth a healthy buildup of green energy.
He tried to ignore the uncomfortable flutter that came from his core as a result.
He pressed a cautious thumb into the Fenton Genetic Lock, and the hydraulics in the portal doors began to hiss as the mechanisms opened. Otherworldly green light spilled into the lab as the doors inched apart. Danny became hyper-aware of Sam’s finger tensing against the trigger of her rifle, of Tucker’s shallow breathing, of the bluish mist seeping through his lips. Right there . It was…
A woman’s head poked through the portal.
“Oh!” she exclaimed when she saw the three teens with their attacks primed. “Am I interrupting something?”
Danny’s energy fizzled out around his hand. “Uh…”
The ghost’s burgundy colored eyes landed on him, and her face split into a wide smile. “Ah, perfect!” She stepped the rest of the way through the portal and made a beeline for Danny, dropping to her knees at his feet.
“What is even happening right now,” Sam said.
“O, Danny Fenton-Phantom of the Mortal Realm, Pariah’s Bane, brave warrior and favored ally of Her Ladyship, Pandora of Asphodel,” the woman recited, “an audience has been requested of you by my Lady Pandora and Chief Frostbite of the Far Frozen. They require your presence at once!”
The three friends stared in stunned silence at her bowed form.
“Do you think this counts as a development?” Tucker asked.
#danny phantom#danny phantom fanfic#danny phantom ghost king#ghost king au#hannah writes#supernova#sam manson#tucker foley#vlad masters#it'll pick up soon i promise lol
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Well, the kaiju ship I ship most is Mothollante, but everyone’s already given their thoughts on that so yeah. Has a lot of the pros of Mothzilla with few of the cons, as well as the wonderful aesthetic of a genetically-engineered abomination and a goddess of nature. There’s also the obligatory puns about flowers and butterflies, and Mothra-based hurt/comfort and fluff which is one of my favorite kaiju fan plots.
Mothzilla’s… alright when handled in a certain way, but it’s a “the ship is fine but why is it everywhere” type of thing. And with the MonsterVerse especially, their relationship is better if it’s platonic. All in all, I don’t really ship it, unless a particular person’s take leans to the “humanity’s sins and nature’s virtues” aspect of both of them.
Gong’s pretty good. Tired old men being tired together.
Rodorah’s pure arson and anarchy and I value it for that, but no way is that dynamic anything approaching healthy. I ship it for the lolz.
I’ve jokingly shipped Legion from Gamera and Destroyah together before. Two big buff arthropod ladies.
Angzilla has the same benefits as Gong, really, but with more Showa craziness. I find Kongzillra to be a funny threesome, esp. because GvK would have been over in ten minutes if Mothra was there to slap some sense into Goji, to calm Kong down, and to alert the humans to Mechagoji/Ghidorah.
2MUTO is the kaiju ship I like second most, it gets points for being the only canon kaiju couple I can think of outside of the two OG Rodans, and also because I just love the MUTOs in general. Fr though, those two bugs were so sweet together, and I do think they had as much if not more chemistry than the human leads. Anyone who says that Femuto would have committed mate cannibalism on Hokmuto can face my wrath. MUTOs are clearly designed to fight, hunt, and live in pairs (therefore it makes no sense for her to kill and eat him), and it’s entirely possible they’re like crocodilians (i.e. female raises the kids and protects the nest, male brings her and the wittle babies food. Babies stay with the parents for several years until they can live on their own, and may stay within the parents’ territory for several more years. But now I’m going on one of my MUTO ecology headcanon rambles again…)
That’s all I can think of for now, have fun with these and have a nice day!
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- I think the funny thing about the hurt/comfort fluff is I only really like it with the Heisei Mothra. For some reason, maybe because she starts out as a larva, she always seemed a bit less like a goddess to me and more like a really caring person just fighting for what they love. While I read other Mothras as more closed off and unsure in social situations because of their attachment to world peace, Heisei Mothra feels more sociable and peppy, and thus capable of committed relationships
- continuing that, Mothzilla I have never really been a fan of, and I think Goji and Mothra being friends is far more interesting. They care so much and mean so much to each other, but it’s because they value their friendship, and neither of them have really had a relationship like that before. They started off as a business relationship and got closer over time, and I think their friendship is very sweet.
- Kongzilla is (usually) very relaxed old man yaoi and I like that a lot
- If you read my other previous ask about Rodorah, you’ll know how I feel about it. Very wacky very goofy very arson.
- Y’know what, I totally think Legion could get it. She’s pulled tons of arthropod ladies before.
- Again, relaxed old man yaoi, I like that a lot. For them it’s way more like, they’ve been friends for so long and have only gotten closer over time, and everyone’s wondering whether they’re official or not, and maybe they won’t say it out loud cause they don’t want the attention, but they are.
- I had a pretty brief Kongzillra phase and that was pretty fun. Mostly used for laughs and silly shipping dynamics where there’s no bad blood. They’re a power throuple.
- The MUTOs are so cute to me, the part where they meet each other in Chinatown, call to each other, nuzzle, and sync up their vocalizations when they kiss lives in my head rent free. It’s too bad Godzilla hates straight romance, because they were a very adorable and committed couple. (I also would be super into any MUTO ecology posts if you’re offering)
(this clip. this clip right here. the sound design, the cuteness, chefs kiss.)
#mothra#mothollante#mothzilla#godzilla#kong#kongzilla#rodan#ghidorah#rodorah#legion gamera#anguirus#muto#hokmuto#femuto#shipping#kal thoughts#asks
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