#a bit longer than expected

[kristea9ay]

How and where did he walk for the first time?

Mk fell asleep with both of his parents cuddling, but when he wakes up...his papa is upset? Not on his watch!

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[nell0-0]

Hyrule Warriors but instead of the lil' hero of time there's the hero shade :)

[notreallythatlost]

AT YOUR FEET

➴ halbrand/sauron x female!elf!reader

summary: you are an elf, cast out by your people thousands of years ago. now you are sauron’s lover and he promised to give you what you want most: revenge and the satisfaction of all your desires.

warnings: 18+, mdni, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, knife play, sex on the floor, slight biting, reader is on sauron’s side, a little fluff in the end

word count: 1.8k

author‘s note: well… here i am writing about sauron again. i’m so obsessed with him and i know y’all are too. 🤭 i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoy writing about him. and thank you all for the support, it means so much to me. you are amazing, never forget that. xx

The forge was almost completely dark when you entered. Only the flickering embers in one of the furnaces provided light, which fell on the man who stood with his back to you.

“I knew I would find you here,” you said with a gentle smile, which made him turn to you.

“What are you doing here? Is Galadriel sending you to convince me to accompany you?” he asked, looking at you with an impenetrable gaze.

You couldn’t help but grin and shake your head slightly. “You should know by now that I don't let myself get ordered around. Especially not by someone like Galadriel.”

Halbrand raised his eyebrow, but smiled when he catched you in his arms as you ran towards him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you looked up at him. “I know you want to see Númenor fall, my love. But let's go back to Middle Earth. You've waited so long for this moment, why not take the chance?” you asked, but Halbrand silenced you by putting his index finger on your lips. Your eyes met his and it was as if your insides were bursting into flames.

“I'm going back to Middle Earth. And then what?” he asked quietly and pushed you back until your back hit the wall while he looked you deeply in the eyes.

You held his gaze and stroked slowly over his chest with one hand.

“You, my Dark Lord, will bring your enemies to their knees. Right where they belong,” you breathed as he came closer to you and you could already feel his warm breath on your lips.

“Keep talking...” he whispered and you had to smile again, pushing him back a little.

“You will let them feel your power and all of Middle Earth will be at your feet. To worship their king, the true king of-“

Your words were drowned out by a kiss as Halbrand pressed his lips greedily to yours. It was as if he was starving and your lips were the only thing capable of keeping him alive while he devoured you.

His breathing was heavy as he pulled away from you slightly. “Not quite,” his words were only a breath, a soft touch against your already swollen lips and he pushed your hair behind your shoulder with one hand.

“They will be at your feet, my love.”

With that, he kissed you again and pressed you against the wall with the weight of his body. His hands grasped your face, held you in place while his tongue pushed into your mouth. A low moan escaped you and you were ready to surrender to him right here, but he seemed to have other plans for you.

His hands slid down your body, long fingers finding the hem of your dress. As soon as he grabbed the soft cotton, he pushed it up, revealing your bare thighs to the warm air of the forge.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable and you longed for his touch — so much that you thought you were going to lose your mind.

Halbrand seemed to enjoy the torture he did to you, because he pulled away from your lips and watched as your head fell back the closer he got to your throbbing center.

You were just about to raise your head when he slipped a finger through your folds, causing a breathless moan to escape from you. He didn't make a game of it, because not a second later two of his fingers slipped inside of you.

The intensity of this touch made your knees go weak and you sank down slightly, but Halbrand held you tight. “And I thought I should be the one kneeling in front of you,” he commented with a wicked smile and began to move his fingers.

Your hands dug into the fabric of his clothes and your head fell forward against his shoulder. It felt so good and yet it wasn't enough. You wanted, no, you needed more.

He seemed to sense it too, because he withdrew his fingers from you again. They glistened with your juices in the light of the fire and Halbrand brought them to your lips. “Be a good girl and open your mouth,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and you obeyed him.

Your lips closed around his fingers and you whimpered softly at the taste of yourself on your tongue. You sucked on his fingers, as your gazes were locked but he didn't wait long before removing his fingers from you again. His hands quickly grabbed under your thighs and lifted you up in one fluid movement.

You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands buried in his hair desperately. “You will get your revenge. And I will watch with joy as you rise from the ashes. As my queen,” his voice was so deep by now that every single one of his words let your insides clench around nothing, desperate to finally feel him inside of you.

Halbrand carries you away from the wall and to one of the tables where he sets your feet down on the floor again. His hands left your body, grabbing one of the daggers which layed on the table next to you. “And then I will be the one who lies at your feet...” With these words, he tears the thin fabric of the dress apart with the dagger, exposing your naked chest.

Your breathing was heavy as you looked up at him, but he didn’t look away from you. As if you were more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his long life.

He placed the blade on your collarbone and ran it over your skin. He looked deep into your eyes as he moved the dagger further down. It caused goosebumps to spread across your body and you bite your lower lip to suppress the moan.

His gaze dropped to your breasts and he let the blade slide over your stiff nipple. Your breath caught and you felt like you were suffocating, you wanted him so much.

“Sauron,” you whispered his name and finally, his gaze met yours again. There was a hunger in his eyes, the same hunger that raged deep inside you. The knife slid down your torso before he put it back on the table. Softly his hands cupped your face and he kissed you again. With such passion that you moaned into his mouth.

Together you sank to your knees, kissing until he gently pushed your shoulder back so that you had to lie down on the floor.

Halbrand leaned over you slowly and stroked his hand over your cheek and neck until he finally reaches your breasts. His thumb touched your nipple and you arched yourself against him.

The touch elicited a longing moan from you and you saw a smile creeping onto Halbrand's face. “Let me feel everything of you,” you whispered with a broken voice, too desperate to keep it steady.

“Well, I could never deny you this wish, my queen,” he answered as he started to free himself. He was so big, so perfect, and the sight of him made your mouth water everytime.

Your fingers close around the hem of your dress, which you slowly pulled up and revealed yourself to him. Halbrand settled between your legs and let the tip of his cock slide over your entrance slowly, even torturing. A taste of what was about to come.

With a single movement of his hips, he thrusted his full length into you and put his hand over your mouth to muffle your scream.

“Shhh,” he breathed in your ear and began to move his hips slowly. “As much as I want to hear your beautiful little screams for me, you don't want anyone to catch us, don’t you?,” he continued, releasing his hand from you again.

But you couldn’t help but moan when he hit a sensitive spot inside you and you wrapped your legs around him to feel him even deeper.

He took it as a sign and started to speed up. His hands wandered up your body, catching your head as it fell to the side.

“Look at me,” he gasped as he moved his hips forward again. It was hard to do what he said because he filled you so perfectly, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. You felt like you were floating, lost in the feeling of endless desire.

Halbrand found grasp in your hair and buried his fingers in the soft strands. He pulled your head back, gaining access to your neck. He kissed, bit and sucked on the thin skin there until you writhed beneath him.

“Please,” you moaned and trembled as the orgasm slowly builds up inside you. You couldn’t think of anything else except the desire to finally find release and Halbrand could feel it.

“Easy, love,” he breathed against your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, so tightly that you knew it would leave marks.

And you knew that later he would tenderly caress these marks, because they were the sign of your lovemaking — that you belonged to him, even though nobody else could see it.

He pushed himself into you again, this time even harder. He had no mercy in fucking you into the floor and enjoyed the sounds of pure pleasure that came from your lips.

And when he touched your sensitive bud, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Everything inside you tensend until you finally feel like you're falling. You screamed his name breathlessly while your body trembles under the waves of the orgasm.

He fucked you through it until he found his own release. His upper body fell forward and he supported himself with his hands next to you. Breathing heavy and with closed eyes, he emptied himself into you. Finally, he sank onto your smaller body and you let your hands glide softly through his dark locks.

“I take that as a yes” you broke the silence that had fallen over you and got his attention.

“What do you mean by that?” Halbrand asked curiously and looked up at you.

“Are you coming back with me to Middle Earth?" you asked and watched him sit up. A soft whimper escaped you as he slipped out of you by that.

After he had put his pants back on he crouched down in front of you again. Halbrand offered you his hand and pulled you back into a sitting position, taking your face gently in his hands.

“I would follow you everywhere, my love. And if you wish to go back to Middle Earth, I'll come with you,” he whispered against your lips before giving you a gentle kiss. After that he let go of you and stood up, ready to leave the room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you asked and watched as he turned to you again and let his gaze glide over you, full of renewed desire.

“I'll get you something to wear. I'm definitely not letting you go like this.”

2024 notreallythatlost

[spooky-fm]

Ok, so this was supposed to follow Danny around as he had fun and attempted to think about feelings, but someone demanded attention. So Flash can have a little spooky chapter. As a t(h)reat.

Part 5.

Barry Allen was bored. It wasn't generally a bad thing, considering his occupation and vigilante identity. He wasn't mad that the police cases that needed his expertise hadn't been very complicated, and he definitely wasn't mad that the villains and supervillains had been easier to handle.

He just wished he could let himself relax and enjoy the peaceful break in his usually stressful life before it inevitably ended with some kind of major crisis. But it was just too normal, too predictable, too slowslowslow for him. His brain was running at superspeeds, and with no subject to focus on, it was stuck going around in circles.

Barry knew he needed to find a distraction, or he would go mad with boredom. He thought about calling up his friends to hang out or checking if Iris had time for a coffee date but decided against it. No matter how pleasant spending time with his loved ones was, he always had to make an extra effort to slow down his speech and his movements, and the prospect of focusing on carrying on conversation at what felt like a snail's pace did not sound enticing in his current state.

Plus, they would definitely notice that he was not quite feeling himself, and worrying friends over such a small matter was not a very honorable behaviour.

Deciding that a good patrol was the best course of action, Barry firmly told himself that if he wanted to spend his free time doing work, he damn well could spend his free time doing work. Or voluntary service, since he wasn't actually paid for the hero gig.

Barry Allen ducked into a public bathroom inside of one of Central City's numerous malls. Seconds later, Flash ran out from the same cubicle fast enough that no one could see him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the world sped up around him, and his brain engaged with the task of navigating around rapidly changing buildings, people, and cars. Simply running around had always been a great way to relieve some tension for Flash, especially when he was over or understimulated.

Central City seemed relatively peaceful that day. He barely ran into any problems - the worst he saw was a dog that escaped its leash and was lunging at another dog. He carefully deposited it on the sidewalk next to its owner and clipped the leash back on, staying just long enough to make sure the person had a firm hold on it.

Flash kept running for what felt like hours, even though intellectually he knew it couldn't have been longer than thirty minutes. Still, he felt more restless and a little bit trapped, and, seeing as his city was relatively fine for the time being, he opted to spend the rest of his planned patrol time running wherever his feet would take him.

The skyscrapers of the Central City disappeared behind him, roads changing from asphalt to gravel to dirt and then back to pavement as he sped through the country. Consciously avoiding familiar routes, Flash quickly found himself running through unknown villages and towns.

He slowed down in one of them when a particularly interesting riverside street caught his attention. Something felt out of place there, some kind of whistling sound, almost like a song, but sped up even for his senses.

Dropping out of the speedforce, he startled at the abrupt change in the color palette around him. He must have tapped into the speedforce more than usual without noticing it for the difference to be so stark.

Without the green tint of the speedforce affecting his vision, Barry's surroundings lost most of their initial appeal. The air was thick with fog and car fumes, and the river looked mud-brown with a suspicious purple tint, shifting slowly between old moss-covered walls. But he felt more settled after his run and decided to explore a little. He moved forwards ignoring the unpleasant sounds of mud squelching under his feet.

Despite the bright colors of his costume, people barely paid him any attention, walking briskly to their destinations.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't left yet. The city felt oppressive, like it knew that he didn't belong on its streets. He felt unfriendly eyes on him every time he passed a dark alleyway. After a minute or two, he recognised a couple of buildings and streetnames - Gotham was Batman's territory, and his colleague would not be appreciative of any intrusions, especially for such a trivial reason. I really should leave.

But something was keeping Barry there, something at the edge of his perception, a not-quite-sound that had been growing in intensity. It almost felt like echoes of sonar underwater. The whistling seemed to be back again, barely audible.

He frowned, focusing on the sensation. It was faint, and it changed direction and strength, but it was almost constant. Could nobody else sense it? Was he imagining it?

Instinctually speeding up, he dipped back into the speedforce, the world around him gaining a greenish filter. As soon as he did that, the faint not-sound sensation suddenly became much clearer, making Barry realise that his earlier comparison to a sonar may have hit the nail on the head. His brain interpreted the sensation as an after image of movement, akin to vibrations travelling through water for hundreds of miles when a large body passed through them. He thought about schools of tiny fish that flitted back and forth at the smallest hint that a large predator was nearby, hiding in the darkness underneath them.

The thought made him shudder, as the realisation hit that he was sensing something - or someone - powerful move through the speedforce, undetectable by regular humans. He forced his heart to calm down and took a couple of deep breaths. He'd dealt with powerful enemies before; he could do it again. He wasn't even sure this was a sentient being, and he knew nothing about its intentions. It may be dangerous to assume hostility outright.

The whistling stopped abruptly and resumed with a different rhythm after a moment.

Moving through Gotham, Barry became gradually aware of hundreds of aftershock trails, some old and barely noticeable, some fresh and strong, some simply too confusing for him to understand. Trying to get a better feel for one such trail, he failed to notice that the not-quite-sound that was at the edge of his awareness had been growing in intensity, moving in his direction. Barry realised that the unknown was travelling almost directly towards him when all of his instincts suddenly screamed at him to move-run-escape.

The whistling was loud now, distorted by static like an old recording, each sound followed by an echo in a different pitch. As if it was coming from several sources at once.

Without thinking, he sped up as much as he could in the short time that he had, desperately forcing his legs to move faster, beyond their physical ability, just to get away from the rapidly approaching something, feeling like a tiny fish in an endless expanse of an ocean, pursued by a Great White shark. Whatever it was, it was massive, thrumming with so much barely contained power that it was making him dizzy, it was approaching with the speed he couldn't hope to reach, it had definitely noticed him, slowing down a little, it was ... overtaking him?

Barry turned his head towards the other presence, painfully aware how slow he was in comparison, how sluggish his movements were. He hadn't felt so slow since the accident that made him the fastest man alive.

At the moment when he should have been caught by his hunter, it, they, moved around him and kept moving forward. The being - Barry could see a human-shaped figure now - was facing him, but they were moving too fast to discern any features or emotions on their blurry face. What he did notice was the person's gait, relaxed, almost like they were taking a pleasant stroll, not travelling at a speed even the Flash could not keep up with.

The figure, now ahead of him, suddenly glitched, its outline distorting, color draining from them, leaving white hair and ashy grey skin, glowing a soft green color.

Barry blinked and the figure was back to looking vaguely human with black hair and light, but not corpse-colored skin.

Another blink, and they disappeared completely from his sight. Barry breathed a shaky sigh of relief. He had to get away from there, he had to move, now.

The Flash ran.

He came to his senses in his apartment in Central City, sitting next to his bed, under a mess of blankets, still in his superhero costume. He couldn't quite recall how he got there or how long he was curled up on the floor of his apartment. A glance at the windows told him that it was already dark outside. The city was quiet, as much as it ever could be quiet. It must be late at night.

Ignoring the way his hands shook, Barry rubbed his face and promptly decided to also ignore how damp his cheeks felt and how his breaths hitched. He slowly extended his legs and stood up from the nest of blankets. His body felt like it was made from jello. With a thought, his superhero costume disappeared into the ring, and he was left in his civillian clothes. Swaying a little and leaning on furniture and walls for support, he made his way towards the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. That helped with the pounding in his head, but not with the bone-deep tiredness or the nauseating pit of fear in his stomach.

He wasn't sure why that person ellicited such a response from him, but he was certain that it was not their physical appearance. As little as he could see at the speed the other person was travelling (walking, they had been just walking when they passed him in a blur of speed), their features and proportions were perfectly normal for a human. Even if they were not one. No, something else about them practically screamed that there was something wrong with them. He felt that somehow this being both didn't belong to the world and had a more real presence than anyone Barry had ever met. He had no idea why or how he came to that conclusion or what it even meant.

Maybe he should ask someone to come over for the night.

A gust of wind rattled the tree outside his window and whistled through the cracks in the building and the ventillation holes. Barry jumped in surprise, dropping his half-empty glass on the floor. Blood rushed to his head, his rapid heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He stumbled into his bathroom, trying to regulate his breathing. In through the nose, out from the mouth. He choked on the first attempt to take a slow, gentle breath. Ok, new plan. Two short inhales, one long exhale. He ran the tap and splashed water on his face. It wasn't helping as much as he hoped it would.

Another gust of wind startled him again, but this time, he was somewhat prepared for it. He still flinched and looked up in alarm. A glance at his mirror had him screaming in terror and stumbling back until his back was pressed against the bathroom door.

A gray, featureless face had been looking into his window.

Barry leaned into the solid wood of the door and forced himself to look at the small window above the bathtub. He felt a half-laugh half-sob escape his lips. A single white plastic bag was trapped in the bare branches of the birch tree outside the window.

This was getting out of hand. Barry fumbled for his phone, pressing one of the buttons for several seconds. He still couldn't take his eyes away from the plastic bag beating against the branches in the wind, so he was not sure who he was speed dialling.

He only heard two rings before there was a beep indicating that the other person had answered. A sleepy voice gave a gruff greeting, having been obviously woken up by the call. Hal. Thank God it was Hal.

He tried to answer, but his throat seized, and he had to try breathing through the panic that was still gripping his heart.

"Barry? You alright there?" - All traces of sleep were gone from his friend's voice. Hal was evidently getting concerned with the lack of response.

Just breathe. In, in, out. In, in, out.

His breathing must have been loud enough to be picked up by the phone because Hal spoke to him with a deliberately calm voice.

"Are you at home? I'm coming over now," - he was moving now, keys jingling a little as he closed his front door. "Are you in danger? Do I need to bring backup?"

That was a natural question to ask in their line of work. Barry forced his vocal cords to work long enough to give a weak answer. "N-no," - he winced at the croaking sound that he produced. The scratchy feeling in his throat made him cough. "Home," - he wispered.

Hal swore. "I'll be there in ten minutes, Barry. Focus on my voice, alright? You are going to be fine. I can hear you breathing, that's good. Keep doing that, and you'll be ok. In and out. In. Out," - he drew out the syllables in the last words, speaking slowly. Barry listened to the words, eyes still glued to the small bathroom window. He could hear Hal taking deep, steady breaths as he spoke and instinctively tried to copy them. His breath was shaky and uneven, but after several minutes, he felt grounded enough to stumble out of the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning back against the wall.

He flinched at the unexpectedly loud sound of a key turning in the front door lock, and his phone clattered to the ground. The call ended with several short beeps.

Strong hands gently gripped Barry's shoulders, and he let his body tip forward into the familiar warmth. The hands closed around him, easily supporting his weight. Opening his eyes - when had he closed them? - Barry took in the sight of his friend in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He laughed weakly at the fact that he hadn't bothered putting on a jacket and buried his face in Hal's chest, secretly glad for the height difference.

Hal was saying something, his chest rumbling under Barry's head, but he couldn't focus on the meaning of the words. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving him too tired to talk or think. He felt his friend's head turn around, as he was taking stock of their surrouondings, no doubt looking for what had spooked Barry. Hal paused when his head turned towards the kitchen, and Barry remembered the glass of water that he had dropped on the floor earlier. He was glad he had still been wearing shoes then.

Barry's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of being carefully picked up and carried like he didn't weigh anything. Hal deposited him on the bed before taking off Barry's shoes and jacket and covering him with a blanket. Barry made a weak noise of protest when he lost contact with Hal's (warm-safe-alive) body, and his friend chuckled in response.

"I'll be right back," - Hal's words managed to cut through the haze of exhaustion enveloping Barry's mind.

He could hear sounds coming from the hallway and the kitchen. Hal was sweeping the glass then. That was probably a good idea. Barry would have preferred it if he didn't have to let go of him to do that.

Almost as soon as he left, Hal was coming back, his steps quiet - he must have taken his shoes off after taking care of the glass on the floor and locking the front door. As soon as Hal touched his shoulder again, Barry grabbed his hand and refused to let go even for a second. He heard a quiet huff before the mattress dipped under the weight of another body. He would probably have a lot of explaining to do in the morning. The thought of recounting the day's events made him shiver, and the arms around him immediately tightened. Barry clung to the comforting warmth of his friend, his brain finally starting to drift off to sleep.

The last thought before he succumbed to sleep was about the speedforce person; there was something that had escaped his attention during the panic of the encounter. Had they been wearing a baseball cap and carrying a food delivery backpack, or did Barry imagine that?

Poor Flash :D I was going to have him freak out a little at first, but he insisted on being properly traumatised.

Barry gets a taste of what people feel like when he runs too fast around them.

As to the timelines, I am thinking both he and the Green Lantern are both several years into their hero lives, but they haven't done any of their time-travel/death/villain phase stuff yet. They have experience fighting, they are strong heroes, they are the founding members of the JL, but they are not quite used to rewriting reality and travelling between universes. I don't know if that works with the actual canon timelines and characterisation, but who cares about those? :D

On that note, Flash got his powers from an accident involving chemicals and electricity, and that gave him a connection to a supernatural force that he also seems to be able to generate himself. So I am translating this to my fic as the Speedforce being connected to the Ghost Zone and ectoplasm and Flash being some sort of part-ghost. Not a halfa, but not quite alive. While he can run fast within the speedforce, Danny phases through the speedforce/time currents to a sort of different layer of reality, walking around or between it. Flash gets all sorts of mixed signals from his connection to the Realms when Danny is near and also freaks out because Danny's way of travelling through the speedforce is spooky.

If you have noticed a mistake or a typo, I do appreciate it when people help me correct those. (if they feel like doing that, of course) English is not my first language, and I have never been to the US, so my cultural knowledge is not first-hand experience. As much as I try to use American terms and spelling, it can be a bit confusing sometimes.

Credit for the ghostly dividers to @racingairplanes. Thank you!

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DP x DC fic: Delivery Ghost

This has been consuming my brain for weeks. Based on this post by @gummybearstastelikesadness:

Danny wakes up in the new world and, not feeling responsible for its villains (unlike the ghost attacks where he is the one who turned on the portal) decides to take a break and have a vacation. As a pizza delivery person, he brings orders to the recipients within the specified timeframe, no matter what. Certain citizens of this world are suspicious when the app lets them order to a town 2 hours away from the location ... and the delivery boy is there in under 10 minutes.

If only Danny cared about their feelings.

Part 1.

Waking up sore and confused in the middle of a random field with only vague memories of last night's events wasn't that weird for Danny Fenton. He had been Amity Park's resident hero for several years and had lived through much stranger awakenings. His list started with Vlad Plasmius's spooky basement inside a cloning tube and his parents' lab strapped to the vivisection table, and ended with places like the middle of nowhere in the Ghost Zone after an ecto-storm or a hundered-year-old abandoned maze of secret tunnels under the Masons' house after a particularly exciting date with Sam. Next to those, an ordinary-looking meadow was a welcome change. Despite that, something felt not quite right, but Danny couldn't quite focus on the feeling in his drowsy state.

Careful inspection of his body revealed that he had all of his limbs attached where they should be attached and functioning as normal. Aside from mild discomfort after lying on the cold ground for a significant amount of time he was perfectly healthy, despite splotches of dried ectoplasm and blood indicating recent injuries.

Deciding that he did not care enough to remember what those splotches were from just yet, Danny shrugged and continued his inspection. He looked around the field, trying to find any clues, tracks, or signs of civilization, and, failing to locate any, he transformed into his ghost form.

The transformation was enough of a jolt to wake him up from his morning sleepiness, forcing Danny to remember the fight with an unfamilliar ghost that appeared just as he finished fixing reindeer antlers to the top of the head of his freshly-made one-foot-tall snowman made from the first snow in the season. He had been so concerned with taking the fight away from his new porch guardian that he hadn't taken it seriously enough. Between exchanging blows and trying to find out the name of the intruder into his neighbourhood, he ended up too distracted to notice that they were not alone and got blasted with a dark-purple beam from behind.

As much as he would have liked to know more, the memory tastefully faded to black and refused to provide any further details.

'Never mind the why's and how's then,' - Danny thought, unconcerned. 'Time to consider the where's and the when's.'

Having thought that, he suddenly realised what had been bothering him from the moment he woke up. He was so busy taking stock of his physical state that he forgot to question the gentle warmth of the ground he had slept on and the decidedly non-December greenery around him.

Wide-eyed, Danny quickly flew up, searching for anything that could point him towards Amity or any other nearby town.

The vegetation did not seem too different from what he was used to, so he concluded that he probably wasn't anywhere Southern enough to be this warm in December. That suggested Clockwork shenanigans, which did not fill Danny with too much confidence.

He turned invisible, picked a random direction, and flew at a leisurely speed fully intending to enjoy the idyllic weather.

A couple of hours later, he finally came across a large enough town where he decided he would not be instantly noticed in the morning crowd. He easily found the local library and got permission to use a computer from the librarian that barely glanced at him in the dimly lit lobby. He made his way towards the two ancient computers ready to learn the local date and hopefully figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Danny wasn't truly surprised when the calendar showed a date a couple months in the past according to his personal timeline. He had spent enough time (ha!) with Clockwork to not be put off by a bit of minor time-travel. What surprised him, however, was his inability to find even a single mention of Amity Park on the internet.

Familiar forums, social media account of his friends, Amity news sources, even his personal blog that he posted blurry pictures of blob ghosts to were missing. Maps, both regular and satellite, showed a familiar but slightly different landscape where his home town should have been with a completely different name written over it.

Danny stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes. If he really had travelled in time, he would have been able to find some trace of Amity, or his friends. Searching for their names gave unhelpful results, and trying to look up ghosts and ghost attacks only led him down the rabbit hole of superheroes and something called 'The Justice League' that just gave him a headache. This led to the natural conclusion that instead of a minor instance of short time-travel he got tangled in a major instance of timeline-hopping.

He shuddered a little, remembering Dan. At least it seemed that Danny didn't exist at all in this timeline, in any shape. That turned out to be a slightly disturbing thought and Danny decided to ignore it with the practiced ease of someone who was used to rolling with the punches for the sake of his mental stability.

He wondered briefly when this world and his started to differ, but his limited knowledge of human history was not enough to give him much of a hint. He figured it was at least a couple hundred years in the past, but that was the extent of his detective abilities.

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It was a relief to finally exit the stuffy library building and let the rays of sunshine fall on his face after several hours of researching the new world he found himself in. Despite failing to get any closer to the mystery of his appearance there, he didn't feel that upset at the change of scenery.

While walking leisurely along the tidy street, Danny contemplated the heroes and villains of this timeline. It seemed that the Justice League was the top dog when it came to the forces of good. He wasn't sure how to approach them without raising suspicion that a person suddenly coming into existence would certainly cause.

Suddenly, he was struck by a thought so alien to him that he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly ahead.

He didn't have to do anything!

There were no ghost attacks in the news, and thus probably no portal to the Ghost Zone. He hadn't opened a doorway between the Infinite Realms and Earth, and there was nobody who needed help that couldn't be given by any of the local heroes.

Danny realised that didn't feel any pressing need to protect this world. That little part of his core that was always anxious about Amity, about Sam and Tucker, and about the rest of the world was now blissfully quiet. Danny smiled at that, shaking his head and continuing his walk towards what seemed to be a small river.

He also began to notice the stares people around were directing at him and tried to get lost in the crowd - with little luck. It almost seemed that having drawn the attention of the locals, he was standing out as an obvious outsider.

He was starting to get annoyed at the constant attention, when he noticed his ragged sleeve and recalled that he was in fact still covered in suspiciously blood-looking greenish blots. He considered the fact that it was actually blood from his already-healed small scratches was irrelevant. 

Cursing quietly, Danny quickly turned into a shady-looking alleyway and made his escape from the public eye by going invisible.

He decided to continue on his course towards the riverside in this way, while mulling over the earlier revelation. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that it was a great idea to take a break and get some rest from ghostly affairs. And if he really wanted to go back, he could always find a way to open a portal into the Ghost Zone and find Clockwork. His sort-of mentor, sort-of father figure wouldn't mind helping him with a little nudge towards the right timeline, would he? Besides, the guy probably knew all about Danny's little jaunt across realities. Since there was no sign of him or his cryptic advice, it was entirely reasonable that he approved of the whole thing.

So it was decided: Danny Fenton was going on vacation.

He flipped in the air in excitement and started flying away from the town. Giggling a little at the fact that he still didn't know the name of the first town he visited in this timeline, he froze in place as something occured to him: He had no money, no possessions and didn't know where to go.

Despite not technically needing food or shelter as a ghost, he didn't want to spend his vacation hiding away under his invisibility. And what sort of vacation would it be if he had no money to spend on fun things like videogames and hot dogs?

He figured the solution was simple: He'll just have to find a job.

[5ftboy]

"We're all over this fucking bear."

[deliciousnecks]

nandor + his ruffled sleeve undershirt

[the-pianist-from-accumula-town]

🥤The OC Café🥤

Want a choccy milk?

In order from left to right!

Carrie Caramel - by Yours Truly @the-pianist-from-accumula-town ❤️ (Runs the café and hosts this event!)

Colt Cattlemen - by @thelone-copper (Colt's farm provided the milk for the Choccy milk. Thanks, Colt!)

Robbie Robs - by @clownsuu (Silly little beetle. Almost depleted choccy milk supplies all by himself.)

More under cut!👇

Skittles - by @saxophonelover1160 (BABY. SMOL. One of my faves 10/10 would draw them again)

Ida - by @stormcellarwitch (Enjoys her choccy milk with a nice book)

(don't have a name for this next one so I'll call him) Bee - by @lexieshomee (Look at him buzzing around happily!)

Poppet - by @cupophrogs (The embodiment of that one "Sitting in a sofa the wrong way" meme)

Dusty Bunny - by clownsuu (again! Can't get enough of his characters!)

Molly Moon - by @glitch-pep (She found herself a nice pillow❤️)

Andre Macaw - by @dottyorange (I modified the feathers and legs to resemble Poppy's, hope that's ok. We need more animal OCs I love them)

Gnostica Discreet - by @moth-lover-not-mother (Dancing to the music with her bestie!)

Berry Beloved - by @shadytreelucy-blog (According to her description chart she had to be dragged out of her lab to join the fun, and honestly? Mood.)

[tomahachi12]

Probably my favorite interaction between these characters lol

[abd-illustrates]

Character Design Chronicles: Genshin Impact #2 | SPEEDPAINT

Today I'm finishing up my collection of original Genshin Impact characters, and figuring out a new format! ✨✏️ It was really fun to do a full breakdown of all the little things that go into crafting a Genshin character design like this! There are a bunch of other universes I’d love to explore the nuances of too, but for now please do lemme know your faves from today – (and your thoughts on what I should ultimately name this hopeful deep-dive series sdfjksfd) – over in the comments! (^^)/

[ying-doodles]

I heard it was yuri day and dropped everything to draw my girls so here's them!! :>

[eesttm]

Greg Davies in Series 3 of The Cleaner

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Ok, I think I have a pretty good idea of why a lot of Akechi's dialogue is... like that.

So, even before his confidant truly started, I noticed that he has a real knack for directing the flow of a conversation. This is very fitting for someone who is both a detective and skilled at interviews - when there is a topic and a goal, Akechi is in his element.

All this to say, he's actually kind of controlling when it comes to conversational flow. He probes for information, or turns the conversation around to a particular topic, usually the Phantom Thieves. He manages to take a few of Joker's dialogue options and spin them so they sound mildly incriminating in the context he's placed them in - the only way to truly get around this is to pick answers that feign indifference, and even then, that's more than a bit telling. He's clearly very good at this kind of thing.

But then, we get conversations where either Joker does something he didn't expect, or else he doesn't have a particular goal in mind - and the conversation stutters. In the first instance, Joker does something (a particularly egregious example is putting his glasses on him and fluffing his hair in rank 3) which both leaves him wrong-footed and no longer in perfect control of the situation. He just kind of... freezes, for awhile. It's hilarious. He has no idea how to respond.

He picks up control again in the phone call afterwards, having chosen to play into it, turning this "fooling the crowds" into a kind of game or secret between them. Nice save.

But in instances where there isn't an obvious topic and the goal is somewhat nebulous, for instance, that one Leblanc scene, it becomes pretty apparent that Akechi doesn't have the right "script" to go off of. Again, it's particularly notable in that scene, because I'm fairly sure he didn't have any specific reason to be at Leblanc, other than him looking for a quiet spot now that public opinion has turned on him. And because there isn't anything specific he's digging for, he kind of just ends up throwing things at the wall to see what will stick. Probing for any kind of recognizable reaction that he can jump on and work with, and that just doesn't really happen in this scene.

He references Sae, a woman in a respectable position, to Sojiro, but instead of that netting a welcome, it earns his ire, given Sae's recent actions against him. He then tries to greet Joker, his... rival? friend? enemy? person who at least seems to somewhat enjoy spending time with him? But Joker's responses are somewhat short, and Akechi practically wilts. He tries to commiserate by oversharing. He tries to involve Futaba and reaches out for the only topic of interest he can think of around "young people". He compliments the coffee. He compliments Joker. He tries to invoke that connection between them. None of it is really sticking, nor does it serve as a jumping off point for him to steer the conversation, or even really start one.

So, he basically just ends up having a one-sided chat with himself and then leaves. Hilarious. Also a little sad, if I'm being honest. It's really giving "guy with no friends who only knows how to speak to adults" energy. If there's no specific purpose to the exchange, or he is not in control of its direction, he seems to be kind of out of his depth. He succeeds only in being a little awkward and confusing, more than anything.

[the---hermit]

i am sadly one of those people who are super insicure of themselves after any social interaction, I go over and over again in my head and feel irrationally bad bc my brain tells me I was awkward, and probably came off as weird and so on. But you know what brain? I had the social interaction. I did it. I spoke out loud to people and had a conversation instead of freezing and feeling unable to talk. So fuck it if I came off as weird and awkward, I am weird and awkward and it's okay, because I did something that just a few years ago would have been even more of a struggle, and even earlier than that it would have been close to impossible.

[ssongsboo]

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⟢ 내게 다가와, 다가와 .ᐟ

the dim light flickered in the cramped bathroom at the club, casting shadows that danced along the walls. the loud music from outside blasting in your ears.

gunwook leaned against the sink, a wicked grin plastered on his face, the signature white face paint accentuating the mischief in his eyes. his dark hair was slicked back, and he wore a crisp white button-up, the collar sharp and stark against his painted skin. a loosely knotted tie hung around his neck, the deep purple contrasting his tan skin perfectly. there was something intoxicating about the way he embodied the joker- dangerous, unpredictable, and irresistibly charming. you tried to play it cool, but the flutter in your stomach betrayed you. you stepped into the frame of the mirror, admiring the matching costumes, a playful grin adorning your face. he couldn’t help but stare at your reflection, so pretty and all dolled up- just for him. he saw the looks you gave him throughout the evening. of course he did. the effect his unfamiliar look had on you could never go unnoticed by him.

"come on, you know you want to," he teased, stepping closer, his fingers dancing over your barely clothed waist. you smirked, pulling him in by the tie, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the playful tension between you two. "who said we can't have a little fun?" he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. his voice is low and seductive, the hint of danger in his tone sends shivers down your spine. in one swift motion he spun you around, pinning you against the cool tiles, your laughter filling the space.

"just a quickie, right?" you murmured, eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "right," he breathed, leaning down to capture your lips, the world outside fading as you got lost in the moment. your kisses ignited a fire, a chaotic dance of lips and laughter. gunwook’s hands roamed, exploring the curve of your hips, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. the thrill of being caught only heightened your passion. you giggled against his mouth, the sound breaking the tension in the air, a playful reminder of the situation you were currently in. "let’s make it a little longer," you suggested, eyes glossy with lust as you nipped at his lower lip. gunwook raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge lighting up his features. "oh? you’re feeling daring tonight?" he teased, leaning back to gaze at you, the flush on your cheeks a perfect reflection of your shared excitement.

"always," you replied with a wink, heart racing as the door rattled slightly with the distant sound of footsteps outside. with one swift motion gunwook lifted you, pinning your back against the cool tiles once more. your laughter mingled with breathless whispers as you surrendered to the undeniable tension that sparked between you. he captured your lips in a kiss once more, time seeming to have come to a halt. the kiss deepened, a wild clash of lips and breath that ignited the air around you. gunwook’s hands roamed freely, one tangling in your vibrant hair while the other found its way to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. the cool tiles were a stark contrast to the heat radiating between you two. your heart raced as gunwook’s lips moved against yours with an intoxicating urgency, his mouth curving into a wicked smile even as he kissed you. you could taste the thrill of danger in every brush of his tongue- his attitude and demeanor made you so incredibly needy you curiously started grinding your hips against his growing bulge. he groaned into your mouth, sending sparks racing through your veins. “stop baby, you’re gonna get us caught.” he whimpers against your lips, reminding you of the ongoing party outside that door once again "god, we’re in trouble," you murmured breathlessly between kisses, your words barely breaking the rhythm of his tongue against yours.

"and you love it," he shot back, his voice low and teasing, his eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and madness. he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, suggesting to continue this in a more private space.

[aromantic-and-aromatic]

Honestly, I'm all for sephiroth and jenova being practically the same thing bc the repeated use of the word puppet by sephiroth himself feels very ironic and bitter. Telling cloud that he doesn't have emotions, that he was created in a lab and that his memories are fake, all of them. That he didn't have a childhood. Never was a child. And yeah, sephiroth being 100% in control and just very unwell also fits in this, in his projection over cloud being his puppet just like he was Shinra's, even though he would never acknowledge it. But I just like the idea that he believes himself freed from everyone's strings, finally in control of his own life for once, just to be too blind to realize that not even those choices were his own bc following orders is still the only thing he knows

[hyewka]

hopefully by the end of the week🙏🙏🙏🙏