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heloflor · 5 months ago

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Ok so last week I saw the videos/screenshots talking about fop Peri which got me a bit curious about this show, and after seeing “Battle of the Dimmsonian” and especially the Cosmo-Wanda-Peri part of “Lost in Fairy World” (there’s someone on Tumblr posting clips of all the Peri-centric moments since his debut), I was genuinely impressed with how the characters were written and I wanted to gush about them! On top of doing some overanalysis of those characters. Btw I also saw some clips from “Operation: Birthday Takeback” (again the Cosmo-Wanda-Peri side of it).

So here’s a post talking about Cosmo and Wanda’s relationship with Peri, Peri in general, Peri with Dev and a few other random thoughts about the early episodes given this made me start to watch the show (ended up making it its own post), though I haven’t gone far yet (I’m on like episode 5-6, which is episode 4a or something). On that note, take what I say in this post with a HUGE grain of salt since I don’t have the full context for Dev’s character arc.

Tl;Dr: The Fairywinkle-Cosmas are adorable, loving but also realistic in their portrayal.

Peri is the definition of “20 years-old who recently left his parents’ home” and I love him for it.

Dev and Peri are a terrible match due to Peri’s inexperience, Dev not taking him seriously, and Dev’s daddy issues making it hard for him to connect with a fairy who has loving parents.

(Btw on top of the characters moments, what made me start to watch the show is also the fact it’s apparently incredibly wholesome and fun + apparently the writers of “Infi//nity Train” worked on it (and if that’s true it’s crazy how nobody is talking about it to bring in new fans; I mean remember when the Duck//tales reboot came out and everyone pointed out how the writers of Gra//vity Falls worked on it? We should do the same thing here, at least again if it’s true) + Hartman isn’t involved and it’s hilarious how the creator of those characters not getting involved is a good thing)

Oh and spoilers for “Battle of the Dimmsonian”, “Lost in Fairy World” and “Operation: Birthday Takeback”! (4.6k Words below)

Ok so “Lost In Fairy World” and why I love its characters’ writing so much. I’m actually going to start by the lesson at the end and build from there as it seems like the best way to get a train of thought going.

So the lesson of the episode for me was basically a “new hire vs experienced employees” with a second layer added due to the three fairies being family, and that’s already something I really appreciate!

By the end of the episode, Cosmo and Wanda learn that they need to back off and let Peri do his thing. He’s an adult, he got hired for a reason, let him do his own trial and error and learn his own way. But at the same time, Peri shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help or advice if he needs it, the more experienced people are here for that! And again, there’s the family layer to that discussion that I really like, with Cosmo and Wanda being particularly clingy bc Peri is their son, while Peri is particularly embarrassed to ask them for help because they’re his parents, probably not helped by the fact he likely very recently left their home and seeks his independence.

And that’s another thing I absolutely love after watching this episode and “Battle of the Dimmsonian”, with “Operation: Birthday Takeback” adding to it as well: Honestly, Peri has to be one of the most realistic depictions of “20-something who just left his parents’ house” I’ve ever seen (yeah I don’t watch much stuff outside of cartoons, working on that). They somehow managed to make him very clearly be an adult with adult responsibilities, all the while giving him a level of inexperience and immaturity that reminds you he’s still young.

Giving some examples, the way he talks in general makes it obvious he’s an adult, and when introducing himself to Dev + telling him he can’t visit Fairy World in “Lost in Fairy World”, he has that suave put-together personality to himself. But at the same time this suave personality crumbles the second Dev opens him mouth.

And on top of that, Peri’s one day into his job and his already exhausted, spends the entirety of his debut episode worrying about what his parents will think of his career choice, and in stressful situations tends to turn towards others for help very quickly (reading Da Rules, low-key panicking a bit and looking at his parents in “Lost in Fairy World”, hiding when facing Vicky, moments like those).

There are also those moments where he either acts or sounds childish (with his voice even getting a bit higher), like when Wanda asks if he has a godkid plus him hiding behind his wand right before that, and earlier on when he didn’t want them to see him, the “my wand is missing” line and tracker line in “Lost in Fairy World” (the “sowwy” when telling them his tracker is off tho), the ending of this episode as well when he apologizes to them, also when his parents tell Jorgen that Peri did nothing wrong and he lets them take the fall, or that moment in “Operation: Birthday Takeback” when he goes “moooom” with a whine.

That’s actually something I absolutely love about those interactions, and why I find them realistic. It could have been SO easy for the writers to make Peri act like an adult all the time while his parents are the coddling cringy kind that make him look like a kid. But instead, it comes from both sides. You can clearly tell from how Cosmo and Wanda act that he’s their baby boy, but you can also see from Peri’s dialogues and actions that they are his parents. And I am so happy they took this direction!

So yeah, Peri is the most “young adult who just left the nest” ever and I absolutely adore this characterization. He’s an adult with a job and responsibilities, but he’s still young and can find himself relying on his parents or talking to them in a childish way. Such good character work!

Another thing I love about their dynamic that we see very well in “Lost in Fairy World” is just how much those three love each other. That’s something I did hear about this show, that it was a lot more fun and sweet (compared to the og which could be very cruel and cynical when it wanted), and you can really see it with those three.

With Cosmo and Wanda taking over Peri’s job, you can tell they’re not doing it out of any malice or feeling that Peri can’t do it. Heck if you pause at the scene where Peri tells Dev he can’t go to Fairy World, after he’s done talking and right before Cosmo takes another picture, you can see Cosmo and Wanda looking at Peri with the biggest smile (and it’s adorable!). And it’s the same with the rest of the episode. If anything, they’re so used to taking care of godkids that they just do it out of habit, without realizing they’re causing an issue.

Heck I’d even theorize that their behavior is partly due to their time with Timmy, hence it being a force of habit. For a long time (possibly 50 years if that one secret wish is canon), Poof/Peri was with his parents helping with Timmy, but he wouldn’t do much besides granting wishes. Poof couldn’t talk, so most of the time he’d just stand there while his parents did all of the talking. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of this was the reason why Cosmo and Wanda are straight up talking over Peri in “Lost in Fairy World”, they just got used to do so when taking care of Timmy and are now getting back into this habit.

On top of that, Cosmo and Wanda are just excited to finally be with their son again after their 10 thousand years-long vacation. Plus, when Peri does call them out, by the end of it they acknowledge their mistake and apologize, promising to back off. And while they remain cuddly towards him, from the looks of it they did stop coming in-between Peri and Dev, letting their son do his thing.

Also worth noting that, despite doting on Peri, they still very much talk to him like they would talk to an adult. Yes they hug him a lot (and I mean a lot) and call him pet names, and they were definitely excited to see him again in “Lost in Fairy World”, but other than that they clearly respect him as an adult, listening to him and trusting him. I’m not going to list examples because it’s basically every dialogue in which they don’t “baby” him. That being said I feel like “Operation: Birthday Takeback” displays it the best from what I’ve seen of it.

As for Peri’s side on this, he’s annoyed by his parents stepping in but it’s obvious he doesn’t hate them at all, quite the opposite. He just wants them to take him seriously as an adult, which is understandable. Also the fact he isn’t afraid to call them out is a very good sign. On that note, I love how when telling them his tracker is off, he actually apologizes (though he doesn’t have to, his reasoning for turning it off is understandable, and I appreciate he tells them those reasons!).

Also I live for that scene at the beginning of “Operation: Birthday Takeback” when his parents ask for a tour of the house (btw love Wanda telling him they’re ready to get him out of there if needed), they show interest in his suggestion, which makes Peri smile sheepishly. It’s such a cute moment and to me really shows Peri wanting to be seen as an adult and enjoying being seen that way by them, but also how he’s clearly attached to them! Idk it’s just a very cute moment! I love those three!

Also kind of a last minute addition before moving to Peri and Dev but looking at “Operation: Birthday Takeback”, I can’t help but laugh at how at the very beginning, the second the godkids are doing their own thing, Cosmo and Wanda throw themselves at their son. It’s very sweet. Also I love the implication that they’re here bc they’re Hazel’s godparents and need to stay with her, but also they really wanted any excuse to see their son!

And the reason why I say last minute addition is because this made me realize that Cosmo and Wanda do act pretty differently towards the godkids compared to Peri, which I find to be an interesting detail that makes their characters more complex in a way. Like yes, Cosmo and Wanda are very parental types, but to an extent you can see a line between them being with their godkids, who they are here to mentor and steer in the right direction for a few months until the kid is happy, and them being with their son, who they raised from infancy and isn’t going anywhere.

Now that’s not to say that Cosmo and Wanda don’t love their godkids, it’s obvious how much they adore those kids and care for them and probably remember each and every single one of them, but yeah you can still see a bit of a difference. At the very least, from what I’ve seen so far they can’t help but hug Peri literally everytime they have an excuse to do so, while having a bit more boundaries with Hazel.

But again, that’s a last minute thought and I’ve only seen a handful of episodes, so I might be wrong on that. Take it with a grain of salt. Still, I find it interesting to have those characters who are basically social workers and how there’s a bit of a difference between the kids they take care of for their “job” and the kid they have in their personal life. Again, that’s not to say they aren’t attached to the godkids, they are.

But yeah, all of this to say, the way the Fairywinkle-Cosma family is written in “Lost in Fairy World” honestly blew me away and really got me invested into watching this show, with “Battle of the Dimmsonian” and “Operation: Birthday Takeback” only adding to it (and I’m probably looking way too much into this and making it sound like the writing of this episode is much deeper than it actually is; I’m obsessed with this disaster (affectionate) of a family, help).

As for the part about Peri and Dev, basically there’s an element of Cosmo and Wanda talking over Peri in “Lost in Fairy World” that I wanted to explore, but then “Operation: Birthday Takeback” came out and there’s that moment in the “breakup” scene where Dev talks about his father not noticing his fairy while Peri is being hugged by his parents in the background. And while this is a visual gag, Cosmo and Wanda’s action in this scene actually fits very well thematically and made me realize something about how Dev might feel about Peri.

So now you’re getting a whole section about how Dev and Peri are a terrible match for each other, due to three main reasons:

1. The one everyone already talked about, Peri is severly underqualified. While you could say he’s been a godparent since he was a baby, back then all he did was grant wishes while his parents dealt with the talking + emotional support. Not only was he doing a small part of the job, he also had his parents, other more qualified fairies, helping him. Also the scene with Vicky tells us that Peri doesn’t have the best memories of his time as a baby, which is fair enough.

(note that I believe he was 7-8 years old when he had to say goodbye to Timmy, so he does remember him. As for Vicky, Timmy’s parents likely stopped hiring her once their son was 13-14, hence why Peri only has blurry memories of her, he would’ve been a toddler at best by then)

So yeah, Dev is Peri’s first kid, and Peri is not qualified for him. He loses his patience with the cupcakes, bites back when Dev is short and snappy with him (the classroom scene at the end of the “under//tale” episode, yeah I haven’t watched this one outside of this scene; and the beginning of “Operation: Birthday Takeback” with the flying shoes) and don’t get me started on Peri telling Dev in “Battle of the Dimmsonian” to give the staff back because “what will my parents say if my first godkid dies on me!”

Like PERI??? MAYBE DON’T SAY TO THE KID WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES THAT YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT HIS WELLBEING BECAUSE YOU WANT TO IMPRESS YOUR PARENTS??? JUST A THOUGHT???

(note that I do believe Peri cares for Dev, it’s just that what he says here really comes off as him not caring, and since Dev is the one hearing what Peri says in that scene...)

Also obviously there’s the ending of “Operation: Birthday Takeback”. Tbh I don’t blame Peri much for this one since, again, he’s severely underqualified, but yeah his response to Dev’s wish was not the right one, which is reflected by Dev reacting with a frustrated scream which honestly made me feel bad for this kid. Peri going “as you wish” is just too distant and “professional”. That’s a kid in a vulnerable state! He needed comfort! Sure Peri had to go because Dev literally wished for it, but a more qualified fairy would have known what to say, if only something along the lines of “take all the time you need, I’ll be there for you once you feel better”.

So yeah, Dev is deeply hurting and a complete newbie who doesn’t have the patience or positivity for it was not going to make things better.

2. What I originally wanted to say about “Lost in Fairy World” before 3. showed its head: I think Cosmo and Wanda being around inadvertently makes things worse for the duo.

Thing is, Dev is a difficult kid. Because of that, I think that in order for him to open up to his fairy, said fairy needs to earn his respect so to speak. And not to say Dev’s fairy should be full on authoritative, but yeah they definitely need to be someone Dev respects and listens to, which is not the case for Peri. And I think the main reason why has to do with Peri’s relationship with his parents.

Basically, kids are smarter than we give them credit for and are observant as well. And what did Dev see his fairy do? Spend the first day on the job being terrified of meeting his parents who turned out to be incredibly sweet people. Then in “Lost in Fairy World” it honestly looks like Peri, Cosmo and Wanda just wanted to catch up and brought the kids for the heck of it, and Dev gets to see his fairy being babied by his parents, along with said parents talking over him. Then as said before there’s also Peri going “mooom” in front of Dev in “Operation: Birthday Takeback”.

And about “Lost in Fairy World”, there’s that moment in the beginning where Cosmo and Wanda tell Dev he can’t go to fairy world, only for Peri to step in and basically repeat the exact same thing as his parents (the “trial” part from Cosmo and “I can’t let you go” from Wanda). And while this line is a joke, I do think it’s important for Peri to put his foot down like that.

Because yeah, Peri is the one Dev should be listening to. It’s not just a question of “this is Peri’s job”, it’s also about Dev seeing Peri as an adult. But with Cosmo and Wanda, it’s a bit more complicated.

This is also another element I really like about this episode, Peri needing to be the one doing the talking so that Dev can take him seriously as a potential guardian.

But yeah, the thing is, it’s not working. Peri’s immaturity shines with his lack of patience for the kid, which Dev picks up on, leading the two of them to get snappy with each other on “even ground” in a way, which doesn’t help Peri’s case. And on top of that you have Cosmo and Wanda, who even with their eccentric side remain mature adults (and I love how them being eccentric doesn’t make them seem any less adult; love adults being allowed to have fun and be themselves without being shamed or called childish for it!).

Now as far as I’m aware the show never really talks about this, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Cosmo and Wanda being around played a role in Dev’s perception of Peri. Not only because of them being mushy parents as previously discussed, but also because they are clearly older and more experienced than Peri, making it harder for Dev to take Peri seriously. Hopefully this makes sense?

And speaking of Dev with Cosmo and Wanda, I actually get the feeling he somewhat respects them? At least more than Peri? And on that note, there’s that scene at the very beginning of “Operation: Birthday Takeback” that I find both adorable but also pretty depressing when it comes to Dev.

When Cosmo, Wanda and Hazel show up, they ask if Dev’s dad is here, to which he mentions “Project H”. And at that Cosmo makes a comment about this project being a big surprise party, and yeah this moments gets me.

Because for a second there, Dev actually smiles. He knows that what his dad is doing has nothing to do with the party, he says so himself in response to Cosmo, but he still smiles, because he understands that Cosmo is trying to cheer him up and appreciates the effort. Idk this gets me, especially also seeing the way Wanda and Peri are looking wary as Cosmo keeps talking, clearly unsure of how Dev will react.

Like am I making a big deal out of a ten seconds moment? Probably. But there’s just something about this sad kid closing himself off whenever his problems are brought up, acting like an entitled brat most of the time as a coping mechanism, yet when this random adult he vaguely knows tries to cheer him up, he’s able to understand it and appreciate it. Idk, again, it just gets me. And sadly it really shows how bad of a match Peri and Dev are. Peri hasn’t been able to get any sort of progress with this kid, but the second his dad shows up and talks a bit suddenly the kid is giving a sincere smile. Yeah…

Now granted in regards to Dev respecting Cosmo and Wanda more, it might also have to do with them not being his godparents, considering Dev is basically using Peri as some sort of servant at times since he’s a spoiled brat and all.

Finally for this part, I want to bring up that scene in the secret lair with Vicky showing up, because to me this is a very good example of Peri actually failing Dev, which in this case will make the kid not take him seriously (on top of not earning his trust and being frustrated with him).

Now I will say, I can’t blame Peri for panicking the way he does upon seeing Vicky (btw I forgot to mention it earlier but the way he goes “lalala” and continues while turning into a drone and looking at the banging door in horror is so real. Again Peri is peak young adult energy). He’s had to deal with that woman since he was a literal infant, of course he’s going to be traumatized!

Still, Dev doesn’t know that. All he knows is that there’s this scary lady his and Hazel’s fairies know about, but he has no idea what history is between them outside of “she was terrible to our previous kid and scares us”. Also he’s 10 and has a bad home-life making him selfish, I don’t think he can fully understand the adults around him being traumatized.

But yeah, all this to say, in this scene, Peri is completely paralyzed, hiding behind the others waiting for Vicky to leave, letting his parents do the talking. And yep, we yet again go back to Cosmo and Wanda being the mature adults around here. Also worth noting that once Vicky puts on the nice act, Hazel stops being afraid of her but Dev still looks intimidated!

In that moment, Peri should have been there to protect Dev. That’s his job as a godfairy. His kid was scared and in potential danger. Yet Peri did absolutely nothing. Instead he stayed hidden, technically behind his kid which means using Dev as cover, and who came to both his and Dev’s rescue? Cosmo and Wanda, the other two fairies in the room, who are clearly more mature and are Peri’s parents.

And again, I don’t blame Peri for being paralyzed in fear like that, but how do you explain that to Dev? How do you tell that kid that he’s braver than his adult magical all-powerful fairy? That while he had to stand and somewhat confront Vicky, that adult fairy that’s supposed to protect him went hiding behind mommy and daddy? Hell from what I’ve seen, earlier in the episode the kids do stand up to Vicky, which makes Peri’s actions worse!

So yeah, hopefully this whole part makes sense as it feels a bit like a mess. The main takeaway here is that Dev needs a fairy that he can see as an almost parental figure, someone he clearly views as an adult and respects as such, that way he can have someone he can trust and be comfortable with, easing him into breaking down his walls. But Peri isn’t any of that. He’s a young adult which makes him still quite immature, and on top of that his parents basically live next door, thus leading Dev to see his fairy getting treated like a kid. It just can’t work out between them as long as they stay like that.

3. Finally, the part related to that moment of Dev talking about his dad while looking at the fairies: Dev has some serious daddy issues related to his father never paying attention to him on account of being a piece of shit who only cares about himself. And the thing is, Dev doesn’t have anyone he can relate to on that front (saying this since it’s hard for him to open up, so having someone with similar issues could be a bit of a push for him).

Hazel has caring parents whose main issue is being busy, on top of her fairies who clearly love her and spend a lot of time taking care of her. Now I haven’t seen much of the school kids but also Dev isn’t exactly close to any of them apparently? Meaning that in any case he can’t relate to them.

Then there’s this fairy that shows up, meant to cater to him but also help him emotionally, and wouldn’t you know this guy talks about wanting to impress his parents and being afraid of them! No but seriously, thinking about it, I can’t help but wonder if for a moment Dev thought he and Peri could bond over family issues, at least subconsciously. But nope! As soon as Peri reunites with his folks, turns out they’re the sweetest most loving parents ever.

I’m actually surprised that from the looks of it the show doesn’t draw a parallel between Dev and Peri on that front. I mean you have a kid with an incredibly absent parent who wants nothing more than to get his dad’s attention, being taken care of by a fairy who finds his parents’ attention suffocating and just wants them to leave him alone. There’s interesting storytelling potential here, especially when taking into account how much those two struggle to get along (basically Peri’s family situation making Dev feel worse in a way due to his confusion as to why Peri puts a bit of distance between himself and his parents)

Which loops back to that scene at the end of “Operation: Birthday Takeback” with Peri getting hugged by his parents while Dev is opening up about his daddy issues and how this visual gag fits the theme of the scene. Dev is feeling like shit about his father not loving him meanwhile the fairy that’s supposed to take care of him is being cuddled by his incredibly loving parents who adore him.

On that note, there’s an element I haven’t touched on in this episode, and it’s the fact that Hazel and Dev were in trouble with Vicky but didn’t have their fairies to protect them due to the trio visiting the house. While this scene is another example of Peri failing Dev, what I find most interesting about it is the fact that Peri “abandoned” Dev to spend time with his parents. Idk, I can’t help but think that this detail twists the knife even further for Dev. Not only was his fairy not here to protect him, but his absence is due to him hanging out with his parents who love him and wanted to spend time with him.

Speaking of which, I wonder if Dev is also angry at the fact that Cosmo and Wanda are able to take care of Hazel and be there for her whenever she needs while still finding the time to hang out with their son and be involved in his life. In a way it’s further proof that Dale is an atrocious parent, at least when taking into account Dev’s pov since I doubt a kid his age spends a lot of time hanging out with other parents, so Cosmo and Wanda are basically the only couple he can compare his father to. Basically I could see Dev noticing how much Cosmo and Wanda do and it making him feel even worse about why his dad doesn’t love him the same.

But yeah all this to say, just like everyone else in his life, Peri can’t understand Dev’s issues with his father, issues that are the core reason why he has a fairy in the first place. On top of that, Peri not only has the one thing Dev wants, but the kid sees him push it away on numerous occasions.

And that’s the end of what I wanted to say here. Hopefully this isn’t too much of a mess since I’m writing this while sick + sleep-deprived due to illness + haven’t watched much of the show past a few episodes and the clips on Tumblr.

On that note, yet again please take this post with a grain of salt, especially the Dev-Peri part. I originally just planned on gushing about “Lost in Fairy World” and how much I love the Fairywinkle-Cosma in it, but seeing the ending of “Operation: Birthday Takeback” made me want to talk a little more about Dev. That being said given how little I’ve watched there’s probably a lot I’m missing about this kid, so by no means do I think this analysis is perfect (also, the fact I’m writing this while ill…). Now Dev does seem to be a “predictable” character, hence why I feel somewhat comfortable writing this despite seeing so little, but again I might be wrong.

(Btw when I say Dev is predictable I’m in no way saying it negatively, quite the opposite! I love that him getting a fairy low-key made him worse, and I’m very curious as to how they’re going to resolve him spiraling the way he’s currently doing.)

In any case, thanks for reading!

#fop #fop a new wish #fairly oddparents a new wish #fop a new wish spoilers #fop spoilers #Flor talks #long post #Fairly Oddparents #really hoping this post makes sense #like while writing I was into it but afterwards it's like 'I didn't even watch it what am I even talking about ?'#this is what happens when you just want to talk about one episode but end up bringing up three others #still happy with what I wrote tho; even if it's likely wrong #the thing I'm most 'worried' about is when I call some of this stuff realistic #can't help but be like ''but is it tho ? do I know enough to confidently say that ?''#btw since I forgot to point it out : I wrote this before seeing the Ir//ep episode; hence no mentions of it #though from the clips I've seen the thing it would bring to this post is more proof that Dev and Peri are a mess #and that Peri needs to be less immature for the sake of this child

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poisonheadcrabsalesman · 6 months ago

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Special Treatment

Or: John Halo vs Space Tricare

Thanks to @bloodgulchblog for encouraging me to follow this idea. It's a critical piece based and could have been a lot longer to be honest. Here's 2.1k words of John trying to navigate the average military clinic, many liberties taken, many details experienced.

The stilted conversations of the waiting room quiet at the first sign of potential movement. Mothers quietly clutching their crying babies or holding hands of children with ear aches and runny noses look up with tempered hope and frazzled nerves. Toddlers fascinated by the brightly colored show on the room’s single silent screen blink at the new person in the doorway. An elderly person with a cane and a fistful of paper documents frowns and shifts in preparation to stand. John’s own eyes scan the room in periphery, noting the changing body language and access to the exits. Hope was a fickle thing in a clinic. It’d been 15 minutes since the last person had been ushered back down the hall.

His appointment was scheduled for 20 minutes ago. He’d arrived 50 minutes ago. His doctored paperwork claiming his status and identity had been submitted 45 minutes ago. 45 minutes since his approach had been met with shocked stares and scrutiny before being dismissed back to the waiting room with its plastic and metal chairs with fading teal patterns and water-stained tile ceilings.

Somewhere Kelly was laughing at him. He could have sought medical help on board the UNSC Infinity. But the way people outside his team treated him rankled his sense of what he really deserved. He only did his duty-he didn’t want special treatment. But John was learning what planet-side military healthcare was really like - the hard way.

"Smith, John."

A nurse in plain blue scrubs holding a clipboard calls from right outside the front desk. The other nurse and tired looking security officer don't look up from behind the plexiglass as she blearily scans the room.

John stands before she calls his name again. He tries for a slow measured pace, but her eyes widen as he approaches. She recovers quickly and holds out her hand, "ID?"

He hands her his military ID, freshly made and slightly warped from its time in his pocket. An awkward photo and the issue date marked as the same day did him no favors. The cheap laminate flashing the holographic symbols of the UNSC over the fine black print. It had his real birthday on it, and he’d already memorized his benefits and DoD ID number. Part of him thought that it would help, but the other part of him wondered if it made him even more suspicious.

"Uh huh." She nods and looks him over. He knows he hasn't done anything wrong, but this is new territory for him. By seeking to avoid special treatment, John has stumbled into a world of suspicious admin and medical professionals. His own last name is classified, and though he might look like a walking cadaver he was thankful the ID office agreed on John Smith rather than John Doe.

The tired nurse turns and walks away, only looking back in frustration and waving for him to follow. He maintains a polite distance, but nothing seems to help her mood. Thankfully, it's not a long walk. Down the crowded hall past the clinic's tiny lab and waiting area to another gray and white room with an examination table. She tells him to sit and that someone will be by. The paper crinkles beneath him, but he bears it. There's more than a little doubt in his mind that the metal and plastic seat in the corner would support his weight. There’s barely anything else in the room; another uncomfortable chair, a stool near the logged out computer, a biohazard bin and some out of date infographic posters warning about common illnesses and a bizarrely detailed model of the inner ear.

There aren’t any signs of information for the usual suspects that John’s seen in the Infinity’s medical wing the few times he’s allowed himself to be wrestled there. Her crew having more civilians in the mix meant that the infirmary was different than he was used to. John looks and wonders where the vaccine information was or the signs of getting someone help. All he’s left with in this clinic are the signs of mesothelioma symptoms and law offices.

He sits and he waits and he wheezes slightly. The mask he’s wearing both for his own health and comfort and for others is a flimsy barrier compared to what he’s used to, but it’ll do for now.

The nurse didn't lie. Someone does come by, eventually. There's no clock on the wall, but without looking at his datapad John estimates that at least 30 minutes have gone by.

Another person in scrubs comes in, takes his vitals, and makes awkward small talk. He's a corpsman, Jones, and he tries to hide his reaction upon seeing John. Blue overalls and Navy are familiar enough he should put John at ease, but Jones is between him and the door.

John’s been on enough campaigns where waiting took the majority of his time. He’d been at the mercy of the decisions of others his whole life. But something about this clinic, lacking even the facade of care and bogged down in the bureaucracy of out-of-date admin set his teeth on edge. These people weren’t his enemy, but he could not count them as allies. He felt more secure in the waiting room with the blinds blocking the midday sun and the coughing child holding a Spartan action figure in their tiny fist.

The others must have talked because he enters the room with a polite knock and a burning curiosity in his eyes. John's not the Master Chief right now, for which he's grateful, but he misses the armor. There's no buffer between him and humanity.

Jones asks him the same questions he was asked by the nurse at the counter, and the nurse on the phone, and the administrator at the ID office, and Kelly when she found out he was going planet-side for treatment. Why?

At this point, John regrets trying to follow his new instinct to not let things get so bad he ends up in the infirmary. It’s not like he hasn’t toughed out illnesses before. But being sick and miserable amongst his team, and his crew felt worse. Master Chief couldn’t have a cold or be lain low by a respiratory infection. He had a job to do.

But that didn’t mean it was easy. Jones mangles his arm trying to find a vein to draw blood. Even after commenting on John’s paleness helping him locate some good ones. He palpates him and tries and misses. John bears it, and wonders distantly if he’ll get comments on this too from teammates and overbearing techs.

Jones leaves with two vials and an apologetic smile that is soured by some joke John forgets five minutes later. It’s not until another 15 have passed that someone in a lab coat flutters in, introduces himself, chides John to take better care of himself, makes an assumption about the illness and gives him a prescription. He’s halfway out the door before telling John where the pharmacy is.

Another body enters his space and he sidesteps out of habit. Smaller people seem to think Spartans are less like people and more like features in a room to work around. The nurse eyes him and goes back to his job of restocking the room and ripping off the paper where John had sat for most of the last hour.

“Did you need anything else?” He says more than asks.

John shakes his head and leaves, back down the gray and white hallway, past the lab where his blood is being tested. Jones told him to check his patient portal in the next week or so. Might be longer.

He makes it to the pharmacy unscathed, save for his arm, and sits down with a clear view of the exits.

A few rows over he overhears a whispered conversation between an adolescent and their guardian. He doesn’t mean to listen in but John’s never been big on reacting before understanding. He understands his world, but this was new and all the other patients weren’t giving him much to go on. Surely this wasn’t an acceptable level of care for the family, dependents and service members of UNSC? This facility alone was overcrowded, out-of-date, understaffed, and rundown to such a degree that John’s anxiety spiked when he arrived. But the same could be said for the base housing he passed, and the ID office, and the shipyard itself. The entire base was made to function a certain way for a certain amount of time, and it was obviously past that.

The adolescent complains to their guardian, hands fisted in some over sized jacket. “But the doctor didn’t even figure it out?”

The guardian looks stricken but rallies quickly.“The steroids are to help you recover and your body fight whatever caused the reaction. The doctor didn’t think the allergic reaction was severe enough for testing. It’ll be okay.” They try to comfort the child.

John’s perfect posture deflates a millimeter. It goes unnoticed by everyone around him, and for the first time that day, he’s glad his team isn’t here. To see him worn down so quickly, or to see the state of the people they are trying to protect.

"Now serving - at window number 2." A woman's synthetic voice rings out over the muted din of the clinic's waiting room. Tile floor that once might have been white and gray squeaks under the shoes of the next person in line.

John sits and stares at his datapad and the newly downloaded app that bears his own number. The lone screen displaying the number being served ticks upward and the woman speaks again. "Now serving - at window number 4." Another body shuffles out of the sea of people sitting under the baleful fluorescents.

He finds it strange that the Dumb AI doesn't actually announce the number, and that she's only saying the phrase in English. After 45 minutes waiting and watching, John doubts she's even an Dumb AI. This place doesn't seem to have the resources to justify one. Just a synthetic recording playing over and over, cool and impersonal, over the dull roar of illness. Sniffles and coughs and John’s own tired wheezing behind his mask.

He fidgets, on purpose of course, since they trained the fidget out of him. That and Mjolnir doesn't take kindly to twitchy Spartans. John was finding that civilians were intimidated by tall men in masks and sunglasses that sat still as statues. He was a polite statue, but that didn't help with the staring.

More time passes. It feels like he arrived at the clinic yesterday and five minutes ago. Windowless walls and water-stained ceilings close in with a sense of a stagnant forever-present. Never moving forward, never being helped, just shuffled around and waiting somewhere else. Buzzing fluorescents and strained breathing complement the clacking of analog keyboards and soft rough voices of pharmacists and techs working in their own hives located behind plexiglass and locked doors.

Another hour passes and the rhythmless dance of synthetic announcements, pharmacy techs, and doctor’s notes trickling through the computer system lands on John. His number is called and he shuffles to the window.

Name, ID, Birthday-here’s the meds, take twice a day with food. Instructions on the bottle. The rustle of a brown paper bag to hide the results of half a day.

And then he’s shooed away.

The dull red exit sigh points back the way he came all that time ago, past the security checkpoint and front desk, past the coughs and wheezes and crying babes of the waiting room, and out the shuddering, squeaking automatic doors and back into the sunlight.

Cars honk in nearby traffic. A single sickly tree provides some shade in the patchy yellow grass nearby.

Mission accomplished.

John heads back, feeling heavier than he did that morning when he woke with full sinuses and a productive cough. The pills in the bag rattle. 10 days of a treatment, refills as needed. He won’t be back. John has that choice, has more access to care, and for that he is both grateful and concerned. It wasn’t often he got to see what he was protecting, what he was a symbol of. A great machine slowly turning good people into good soldiers, but also a slow wave of ineptitude unable to help the ones keeping it running. Something like that would surely die a slow death.

But John doesn’t think about that. He can’t. That would require a more critical awareness of his role in this great dying thing that consumes all in its path. Cortana would have helped. She would have hacked the computers and fixed everything, but that was a fantasy.

#my writing #Halo fanfic #John 117 #Obligatory I hate the us military but John Halo isn't in a place where he can have those thoughts or escape what they've made of him

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kimerawrt · 8 months ago

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Dannymay 2024, now with kitty paws!

Prompts from my AU, also in AO3

Day 15: Field trip

The bus full of teenagers reached its destination and released the young people plus a teacher from its insides. The crowd of teens, guided by the teacher, walked with little motivation towards the huge building in which they would learn more about the wonders of space with some physics mixed in it.

Well, one teen was not bored at all.

“Oh man! I can't wait to see the planet's exhibition. I heard they will tell us about the winds on Jupiter” Danny was so excited that he was practically vibrating.

“Danny dude, if you hadn't rambled about this exact topic three times already, I would be impressed by the super destructive winds” Tucker said before yawning.

They had stayed up until very late last night because the Box Ghost decided to be his annoying self and slip away every time he saw Danny incoming. Of course, anyone would run away if they saw a lion skeleton on fire running at them. The halfa was disappointed that there were no fun boxes to play with.

“Heh. Sorry, I just want to know if they will mention that sharks, as a species, are older than Saturn’s rings” Danny tried to be less excited but was unsuccessful.

“That makes sharks sound even cooler” Sam mumbled before taking a sip from her black thermos filled with coffee.

“Sharks are cool and smooth” Tucker nodded.

“Sharks are not smooth Tuck” Sam groaned but let it go. She didn't have the energy to start their usual debates over useless things.

“Do you think there could be alien sharks in Europa?” Danny speculated.

“Like, the continent?” Tucker was not really awake enough to follow Danny’s usual space rambles.

“The ice moon Tuck” Sam remained him after sipping on her coffee.

“Hmm? Oh yea! Totally, alien smooth sharks” Tucker nodded.

“That would be so cool” Danny's excitement only grew at that statement.

The halfa was thinking if he could take a little trip using the Infi-map to see if there are smooth alien sharks in Europa. He was getting so excited about it that he was really starting to vibrate now.

“Danny you are purring again” Sam mumbled.

“Can't help it” Danny did not even try to stop it.

“Good thing I brought this thing with me” Tucker then put out from his backpack a strange gadget that looked like a pair of homemade speakers. The gadget did nothing at all, but they pretended to prank Danny to explain the sound of purring coming from him from time to time.

A few minutes later, the class started their field trip to the observatory, purring halfa included.

#Danny Phantom #cat danny #dannymay 2024 #dannymay2024

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hisuian-history-makers · 2 years ago

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Infi-Map to Anywhere, Anywhen, and... Anywho?

—For the record, Danny and Sam wanted to say this was all Tucker’s fault. He just had to make a joke about them facing Phantoms of the Past.

While handing the Infi-Map back to Frostbite.

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They didn't expect it to react to a joke.

Once Mayor Fruit-Loop was iced, Tucker said something offhand about them being fully-fledged time travelers. The three had gone to a really dark future and now the distant past.

(Jazz kept saying he deflected by making jokes about what he went through.)

Phantoms of the Past. He couldn’t have said ghosts noooooo—it had to be the hero name.

Now they were in a castle that resembled Pariah’s Keep albeit wintery, with a Dan-looking Danny who had the Crown of Fire on his head.

Several Dannys, Sams, and Tuckers joined them on the castle grounds. There were a few other people that got dragged along but Danny was trying not to hyperventilate into fainting. A handful of his alternates(?) chatted with Dans.

Two versions didn’t even seem to be human! It hurt his brain looking at them. Alarmingly, a majority of the Dannys had the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage. The kingly outfits kinda hinted at why they even had those artifacts.

He swore he saw DC comic book characters alongside several alternates. Danny had trouble keeping track with so many people here.

—

Sam and Tucker weren’t doing much better.

Several versions appeared more ghostly than normal. They explained what being Liminal and having ecto-contamination meant. Like being a quarter ghost rather than the half Danny was.

Various Sams were part plant. The Tuckers had kept the odd past life abilities although their strength in them varied between timelines.

Danis, a majority who went by Ellie/Elle, made references to them being in a relationship with each other! Not just Sam dating Danny, Tucker dating Danny, them dating each other, but the three dating altogether! Each corresponding Jazzes tried to explain how preferences were pretty fluid amongst different timelines. So they shouldn’t think about it too hard.

To make matters more heartbreaking. The Dan-looking Danny who ruled as a King seemed pretty overjoyed despite the chaos. As it turned out—for him, the Zones natural portals shut off so it could focus on healing. Leaving him forced to be alone without his family indefinitely.

He had tried to leave. To open new portals.

(It never worked... His throne was hollow.)

This left Danny feeling unnerved because the possibility of being crowned Ghost King was pretty strong. That or being caught by the GIW and experimented on. His future sucked...

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[Otherwise Canon! Danny, Sam, and Tucker meet some of the AU versions. Takes place in “Infinite Realms.” Infi-Map might be able to take them to someone specific. Anywhere, anywhen, anywho. Just say the name.]

Edit: Why is this my most popular post so far?

Edit 2: Seriously, why did this become my most popular post? In just a single freaking week! I posted this as a joke! A well thought out joke but a joke nonetheless.

Edit 3: It went past two hundred notes!

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lumine-no-hikari · 1 month ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #342

Guess what!!!! The little pumpkin seedling has TWO leaves now!!!! LOOK!!!

I can't believe it grew this much since just the day before yesterday!!! Holy cow!!!

...I asked you to send good thoughts to our little pumpkin friend last time I wrote about it. I guess it must have worked, hahaha!

...Yeah, I know. But I'm gonna make pretend anyways.

I wonder if I should try getting new soil and planting it soon. I wonder if it's strong enough for that. I know pretty soon it's gonna need minerals and such in order for it to keep growing and generating new tissues. So maybe I'll run to the hardware store tomorrow and see if I can pick up a small bag of potting soil. We'll see.

I woke up this morning and went with J to the dentist. He needed another 3 fillings done, and he was gonna need novocain. I wasn't about to let him go through an ordeal and then drive himself home – seriously, fuck that. So I went, and I waited, and then I drove him back home when he was all done.

...Getting novocain injections is painful. And... even with the novocain injections, the procedure was still very painful for J. I'm not sure that that's normal; I was under the impression that novocain was supposed to make the area fully numb so that work can be done without the person feeling pain.

Because... ya see... I remember the first time getting 2 of my 4 wisdom teeth pulled; the bottom one needed to be cut out with a tiny buzzsaw. At first, they hadn't given me enough novocain (or, more accurately, they didn't wait long enough for it to fully take effect), and I definitely felt the results of that; buzzsaw upon not-fully-numb tooth, as a sensation, is very... ah... distinctive, to put it mildly. But then they gave me more novocain, and then I felt no pain even as they broke my tooth apart to get it out of my face. Drilling and filling a cavity is far less invasive as a procedure, so... if he felt pain from that, I can only assume that the dentist fucked something up. I feel upset about that; J deserved better care.

After we returned home, I made two culinary delights. I did a bunch of dishes, and then I made another batch of those pumpkin brownies (which gives me additional excuses to use up all that pumpkin-cream cheese frosting I made!), and also mac-n-chz to go with those hotdogs!!

J had a hard time today, and he really liked the brownies I made last time. This time, upon J's request, I melted the chocolate chips before incorporating them into the batter, and added finely-chopped walnuts:

They baked up really nicely. Here was the result:

J helped a little with putting the batter together, and that was really nice. I always like when I have company in the kitchen; I like sharing the space and sharing the task.

J took a short nap sometime afterwards. While that was happening, I decided to make mac-n-chz. I was a little shocked this time to open the box and find a silver sauce packet paired with the ridged noodles:

...Seriously, what is going on with my favorite boxed mac-n-chz??? I'm used to the ridged noodles with the gold-colored sauce packet. And then one time, it was smooth, shorter noodles with the silver-colored sauce packet. And today it is the ridged noodles with the silver-colored sauce packet!!! What's next – smooth noodles with a gold sauce packet??? I don't know!!!

...I know, ultimately, that it's trivial. It tasted mostly the same as usual. My autistic brain is just throwing a small fit over the unexpected inconsistency of something that is usually familiar. It's fine. I'll get over it.

Of course, the results were delicious. Want some?

The rest of the time was spent talking to J and and off before going to Eggcellent to visit a friend I made on the friend-making app! I went with J, because I was supposed to meet this person at 4pm, and... it gets dark by 4:30 at my house now, and I can't drive at night because of having astigmatism; all the headlights of the cars become infinity porcupines in every direction, and I can't see, so it's not safe for me to be behind the wheel.

On the way there, I got some really nice pictures of the sky! Check 'em out!

We all got some yummies! My friend got a crème brûlée milk tea; it's similar to the crème brûlée “latte” (it's not really a latte because it has no coffee), except... it's made of tea instead of milk, and my friend doesn't like tea. But that's fine!! I decided that her milk tea is now mine, and I got her the latte instead, which she enjoyed much better!

Here's what I got!! I had her milk tea, and I got a rose matcha latte with cream cheese foam, tea jelly, and sago!!

Also, Eggcellent is selling actual crème brûlée now!!! And it's really good!!!

...I'd give just about anything for you to be able to be here to enjoy this with us...

She, J, and I talked for a long time about a variety of things!! It was fucking great!!! And then from there, she came to visit our house, and we talked for a while about you, and we talked about her Danganronpa and Homestuck Alternate Universes, and about the characters she likes!! I don't know much about Danganronpa or about Homestuck, but these sound like cool stories, and I love a good infodump!!!

Before long, it was time for her to head out. I really enjoyed my time with her today, and I hope she'll come back to visit soon!! Maybe we can play StepMania on my frankenpad or something!!!

I don't have a whole lot else on my brain today. I talked to a few people on and off, but I mostly stayed off the internet today. That being said though, I did have a song stuck in my head all day. This one, to be precise:

youtube

I think maybe I'll try to memorize the lyrics to this one relatively soon; I kinda wanna be able to sing this one, even though my braces make it a little more difficult than usual for me to make certain sounds, hahaha!

…

...I am 36 hours into almost no pain – since that big huge crunch the other day. I mean... there's still some residual tension, but... it seems very minor compared to what it was, even on a relatively good pain day. I did a bunch of dishes today and cooked twice. It's been a long time since last I've been able to do that without being screwed up all to hell for a couple days afterwards.

...I wanna do more. But I'm kind of afraid of overdoing it and ending up right back where I was before.

I think it'll still be a bit before my next PT appointment, though, so I'll keep doing my PT exercises and hoping for the best.

...Well. I guess that's it for today; I gotta wake up relatively early for work tomorrow. All the same, as always, I'm over here, hoping that you're well, and wishing that I could ask you about how things are going for you and receive some kind of concrete answer.

I love you. And I'm hoping that you're doing your best to stay safe. Please make good and kind choices out there, okay? So that maybe someday, you can come visit for brownies and conversation in a safe, warm house where you are loved and welcomed. Please don't forget that you're irreplaceable – not for what you can do or for the weight your name carries, but for the kind and gentle person you are.

Please come back home. We miss you.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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princesspastel8 · 4 months ago

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Chapter 66

Third POV

The walk back to the mansion is done in silence. Jeff ignores the pain in his legs from the bullets, paying more attention to Eboni's needs. He's hoping she didn't allow that demon king's words get to her, but her silence is speaking volumes - and BEN has been fidgeting since Zalgo's encounter. He clearly knows something.

Finally, at the mansion doors, BEN pushes it open so Eboni and Jeff can stumble inside. Most of the proxies are in the kitchen, eating their Christmas dinner while a few are opening presents still. Sally, who is sitting on Slenderman's lap, gasps happily. She wiggles off of his lap, running towards Eboni.

"Eboni! Eboni! Eboni! You came! You really came!" She cheers happily, latching onto her leg.

She smiles, patting her head. "Yeah... yeah, I did."

"Wanna see all my gifts!? I got so many this year!"

"Maybe some other time. Today has been a long one."

The child stares up at Eboni, tilting her head. She can tell something is bothering her, but she won't pry. "Well, okay..."

Slenderman stands, walking over to the three. He stares at Eboni, who stares back. Being this close is causing a headache, but at least she's not getting a nose bleed. The creature extends his hand towards her, waiting for her to take it.

"Welcome to your new home, Eboni Brown."

She laughs, confusing everyone except for Jeff. "I've been through....so much shit, crap that I'm sure you knew about - even witnessed for yourself. We almost got caught tonight. Where were you? If I'm supposed to be an added addition to this 'family', you could've saved us. I'm not gonna become one of your mindless puppets - I won't. Why would I serve under a ruler that keeps secrets from their people? Secrets that could result in them turning against you? Let me make something clear to you-"

Eboni turns to Jeff, who's leaning against the door for support. He gives the girl an encouraging smile, his eyes holding a look of pride. So Eboni looks back at Slenderman to finish, still clenching her shoulder in pain.

"I serve Jeff. I answer to Jeff. I live for Jeff. He leads... and I follow... I know I can trust him, unlike you & Zalgo."

Slenderman's calm demeanor quickly becomes hostile at the mention of Zalgo. Though faceless, Eboni can see it twist into a look of rage. She tilts her head, grinning. "So that's what he meant.", she thought to herself.

"You watch your mouth, child -"

"I won't. Considering you have information on my mother. I'm sure a few of your proxies know of my mother - maybe even met her. Is that why you wanted me? Because neither of you could have her!?" Eboni shouts.

Slenderman is taken aback, so he withdraws. "Eyeless Jack." He calls.

EJ comes out of the kitchen, mask off, and licks his lips while chewing the rest of the food in his mouth. "Yes?"

"Get them treated. And Kate, prepare a room for our guest. You all enjoy the rest of your night. I will be in my office if any of you require my assistance." ,the faceless being said.

A woman with shoulder-length brown hair steps forward. Her blue eyes hold no particular emotion, there empty - lifeless even. She holds a hand out, eyes locked onto Eboni's bag. At this point, BEN is holding it since neither Eboni nor Jeff can. The demon is reluctant to give Kate her bag, so she snatches it out of his hand.

"Fuck off that's not-"

Jeff places a hand on her shoulder, eyeing kate. "She won't steal anything, princess."

"But that's MY sh-"

Jeff lends down, whispering into her ear. "I know... I know, but I need you to listen to me. That faceless fuck didn't tell her to look through it- so she won't."

"...but my bunny."

Jeff gives BEN a look, the demon using his magic to zap her stuffed bunny in her free hand- gun inside as well. "Better?"

"Yes, Daddy..." she whispers, pouting a bit.

"Good girl." He smiles, kissing her cheek. "Now let's follow BEN. I can feel the damn bullets scraping against my bones."

She nods, EJ leading the way to his infirmatory. The eyeless creature gets the two situated on different beds close together. He's about to start working on Jeff, but he refused- making him start with Eboni first. He can deal with the pain a bit longer.

Eboni tenses at the sight of the needles but allows him to put an IV in - filled with numbing liquids so she won't feel anything. While doing that, Sally & Laughing Jack enter sally, immediately wiggles out of the clown's hold, and crawls onto Eboni's bed. She moves onto her lap and lays her head on her chest, yawning a bit.

She can't help but smile. She questions why this ghost girl is taking to her like she's her mother, but she doesn't mind at all. Though this is besides the point. They know about her mother, about her past - at least BEN does. Eboni took note of how he has yet to look her way since Zalgo's encounter. Itching for answers, she ask -

"How do you know my mother?" Eboni said, looking straight at BEN.

The demon tenses, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I-I don't know -"

"BEN." Eboni said threateningly. "I had my family slaughtered, thinking it was their fault my parents are dead. Today has all been about getting answers, and today isn't over. I don't care what Slenderman made you promise. You WILL answer my question. How did you know my mother?"

"She almost became one of us, of course," Laughing Jack answers, his grin stretching into a smile- displaying his razor-sharp teeth.

"Elaborate."

"We weren't the first under Slenderman's control, but we still allowed him to give us orders - due to him being more powerful. I came across her as a child. She was five at the time. He ordered me to kill her, but the girl showed no fear. It was odd how she stared. The look even chilled me!" He laughs. "I grew attached and couldn't bring myself to end her life."

"I... met her when she was ten. Through one of the games I altered. I crawled through her TV, and she gave me that same stare, but then threw water on me. She... tried to kill me." BEN sighs, moving to sit down. "But she didn't, under one condition."

"Which was?" Eboni questions, needing to hear more.

"She wanted me to be her friend."

"......what?"

"The child was lonely. Her parents were extremely poor, both working low-end jobs and leaving her home alone." ,Laughing Jack explains. "She's always been fascinated with death. She knew how to manipulate, charm herself out of anything wrong she caused, and a professional lair. Though she did have other, more boring talents."

"Oh come on, they weren't boring! Her cooking was literally the best! She could sing, dance, even make her own clothes. Everyone at school loved her, but they were all fake."

"But none of that mattered after she killed her parents."

"....WHAT!?" Eboni gasps.

"Oh yes! It was cold, so calculated. BEN & I aided her, of course, in getting rid of any evidence."

"....I...why would she do that?"

"Simple. Your father." BEN hums, balancing a pen on his nose.

"Your mother met him in college. Love at first sight, if you will. Though with her...it was more along the lines of obsession."

"Yeah. Her parents started to see how...unstable she was. Though, most of that possibly had to do with slenderman." BEN explains.

"Ah yes..yes- through out her high school years, Slenderman took an interest. We still didn't have a contract with him, but he did have others. Hoddie, Masky, and Kate."

"Yeah. Slendy tried to offer her a deal, but she refused. Then Zalgo came along.", BEN said solemnly.

Eyeless Jack finishes with Eboni's wound, wrapping it up. He begins attending to Jeff, who is deeply immersed in the conversation - he wishes he has popcorn.

"....what else? What did Zalgo do?"

"Nothing at first." BEN sighs, "They were playing games with each other. Trying to manipulate the other. It was a dangerous game, but a fun one on both ends. Zalgo did offer to strike a deal, but Amara refused. He wasn't upset, though, and stayed patient. That was until Amara met your father in college."

"Soon, all the attention Zalgo once had was now given to your father, Damien. Zalgo already had this plan in mind, a way to one up Slenderman - do something he'll never do."

"And that was having offspring." Eyeless Jack interjected, finishing up Jeff.

"Your mother was at the top of his list of possible women. He grew infatuated with her, obsessed. It seems the more Amara grew attached to Damien, as did Zalgo with her." BEN sighs.

"If any woman so much as looked at, Damien would disappear without a trance. Granted, the police at that time were incompetent - as most of them are." The clown laughs.

"Her parents began to notice and tried to warn Damien, but Amara was always one step ahead. After killing them, Zalgo appeared. He was enraged yet hurt. It was a sight to see. He offered his deal one last time, but she refused. Not only because of Damien -"

"She was pregnant with you - ahahahaha!" The clown laughs, resting against the wall near the door.

"That's when Zalgo cursed her life. None of us took it seriously. It's not like we could've done anything."

"Yeah. After you were born, little miss psycho cut all ties with us. They quickly married a year after having you."

"But...but my dad's family...how was she -"

"Like we said before, your mother was a smooth talking manipulator- so she put those skills to work for the betterment of him. She slowly but surely pulled him out of his families control, and under hers- he just didn't know it. Oh, was it entertaining to see!" LJ snickers.

"Then they took off, moved away to pursue their careers. That's when we saw her on TV. Zalgo's threat was bothering me, but after seeing how well she was- we accepted the fact she cut us off." BEN smiles sadly but then frowns. "......but then -"

"That day on the news truly hurt us two. We knew then that Zalgo was a bigger threat than we thought, so we signed our souls away to the faceless man!" Laugh Jack sighs heavily.

"It was to get revenge someday. At least on my end. After today, I know Zalgo had a play in destroying your families business - making them kill your parents. He set everything in motion... right under our noses." BEN grumbles, fist clenched and head lowered in shame.

This....was too much to take in. Eboni remembers her mother never mentioning her past whenever the young child tried to mention it. Those were the only times Amara would snap at her daughter, quickly apologizing afterward. Eboni never held it against her, figuring she had a tough start to life since she had no family.

But now....now it's making sense. Maybe Amara spared Tiffany since killing her would mean losing Damien yet somehow convinced the woman that she is what's best for Damien with results to prove it. Eboni won't blame Tiffany for never telling the truth, though she wishes she told her. Nevertheless, she still got the truth - the full truth.

"So....you had to have known who I was, or at least thought I resembled her."

"Oh, I knew the moment I saw you! It's almost a splitting image! Your fire, that fighting spirit - just like your mother's. Though this submission....I'm baffled by it." Laughing Jack hums, staring at Eboni.

"Why are you shocked? She got that side from Damian! You remember what Amara told us. She was the leader in the bedroom." BEN chuckles, making Jeff laugh.

"No fucking way!" He laughs, shaking his head. "Now that makes a lot of sense."

The laughter dies down when everyone notices Eboni's hollow demeanor. BEN clears his throat, looking at Eboni. "I found out on Thanksgiving - when you said she was your mom....Look Eboni, I'm sorry. I should've told you then, but -"

"I wasn't mentally strong enough to handle this... information."

"But when you were! I should've told you... I'm sorry I didn't take Zalgo's threat seriously. I'm sorry I couldn't save your parents... I'm sorry I-"

"BEN... BEN, I get it. It's okay. You two said so yourself, Zalgo wasn't thought of as a threat."

"But he is now. A big one at that. He cursed your life, Eboni! You have to be careful or -"

"Like hell a damn 'wanna be satan' is gonna take my girl away from me!" Jeff shouts, already out of bed and moving onto Eboni's.

Laughing Jack comes over, taking a sleeping Sally out of Eboni's arms. "Oh please boy, he'll eat you up alive!" The clown laughs.

"No the fuck he-"

"He could. He would." Eboni snuggles close to Jeff, looking at him.

"You're doubting me, Princess?" Jeff huffs in mock defensiveness.

"No daddy...We just can't go in knives drawn. Not without a plan."

"Hold on, Eboni, are you serious about trying to kill him!? Slenderman hasn't even come close to doing so! What makes you think you -"

"I know I can't. None of us can. Not without a bit more info on Zalgo." Eboni tries to explain.

"And how do you suppose we gather said information?" The clown questions, still smiling.

"Zalgo has two daughters, remember? Slenderman views them as enemies, but I'm sure they're just as eager to get rid of their father as we are."

Jeff frowns, gripping Eboni's waste tightly. He didn't like the thought of those two interacting again, no matter the reason. She senses the disdain, looking up at Jeff with a sly grin- pecking his lips.

"This is only for revenge. You're all that matters to me. Anyone who gets in the way of that will get gutted."

Jeff groans, feeling himself get hard. "Fuuuuck, don't talk like that or -"

"Or what?" Eboni edges on, positioning herself in between his legs.

"Or I'll-"

"There is a child present. You animals." Laughing Jack gasp dramatically in a joking manner.

"Yeah...so are we -" BEN said, pointing at himself and Eyeless Jack.

Jeff sighs heavily, "then fucking get out! I'm tired anyway.." he grumbles.

The three roll their eyes, leaving the medical room one by one. Eboni moves from between his legs, moving to rest on her side. Jeff lowers himself down, trying to position his legs in a comfortable spot. The girl notices, reaching for pillows that were on his bed. She fluffs them, gently placing them under the spots he was shot at.

The smiling killer sighs in relief, gently pulling her down onto his chest. "Thanks, princess."

"Anything for Daddy..." she whispers, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Now go to sleep. Got a feeling tomorrow is gonna be another long one." The killer sighs annoyingly.

Eboni giggles, closing her eyes. "Yes, Jeff."

This day now sets a new path, a new beginning for Eboni Brown - with a new goal. Ending Zalgo.

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 1 year ago

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Any thoughts on the casting for The Last of Us season 2?

Oh god. So many.

So, I actually have all of TLOU show related tags blocked - because just seeing mentions of the show gets me kind of ticked. I miss the strike era when production of the show was delayed indefinitely.

But as far as the casting - I think Dina's casting is alright. I was one of those people who was naively hoping that Cascina would actually get to play Dina in the show, but I knew realistically that was never actually gonna happen.

Abby's casting however - I genuinely think that Kaitlyn Denver is a horrible choice. Like they looked up all the people who absolutely cannot play Abby and then they picked her.

Someone said that she looks like young Ellie - and I think for a long time, she was a popular fancast for Ellie. And to me, she looks like she can maybe only play young Abby in flashbacks. So unless they're gonna completely surprise people and only have her playing young Abby and then have someone else playing the real main timeline version of Abby - it won't work.

If you guys know me, then you know that I am incredibly protective of Abby's character. And based on the complete bastardization that they did of Season 1/TLOU 1, I already knew that they were going to royally fuck up Abby's character in some way.

And yes, I am basing most of my opinions on the fact that she is small and thin and Abby is supposed to be muscled, but people don't understand how pivotal that aesthetic is as a part of Abby's characterization.

(And they were never going to find someone perfect unless they used 2 different actors - one for flashbacks and one for the main timeline - because Abby gets ripped over years but it is shown in one short story, and her model was made with 2 different people - one for the face and one for the body, so they could keep her face on a younger, thinner body in flashbacks.)

Abby being muscled is actually a pivotal thing - it means she is feared and respected among the WLF, it means that Lev and Yara immediately fall in and trust to follow her through the woods because they view her as a protector when they are vulnerable and alone. Her body is a tool that is useful to her - it makes her completely immune to Isaac's violence right up until the moment she looks him in the eyes and asks him not to shoot Lev, and even then, he is asking her to step away from Lev so that he doesn't have to kill his best solider.

Isaac was more willing to kill Owen - thinking of Owen as disposable - than he was willing to kill Abby. And I think that breach of our society's typical sexism (where a man is always a better fighter, Abby supersedes that) in their post apocalyptic world, is really, truly shown by Abby's large stature.

Not only that, but it makes her physical malnutrition and how much she has wasted away because of the Rattlers that much more shocking. (Which, if they were going to depict that, it would be easy to do so with a heavily muscled actor and then make them look shockingly thin with CGI and makeup - but that scene is one of the reasons why video games are sometimes a better format. It being 100% computer generated means no actors had to be harmed during those scenes.)

Also (I wish I had screenshots of the specific lines) - but Abby and Owen's breakup at the Aquarium is about her training (her urge to gain muscle in order to aid of her long term revenge mission toward Joel) - Owen is surprised when Abby says she can bench press 140 pounds, and therefore, she can easily lift him. And Owen is insulted that Abby wants to spend more time training than she does with him - he is upset that her trauma and her revenge has overtaken her life to the point where she doesn't want to goof off watching spotted seals, and instead - just wants to train more.

And this leads more into the dynamic of - Owen is a disposable pawn (who pretends to take a pacifist stance when he's really a coward) and Abby has to vouch for his life with Isaac because she is infinitely more valued in the organization.

There is just a lot of layers to it - and they're already fucking it up.

I am trying my hardest to ignore the fact that she show exists, but it's actively lowering the IQ of the fandom every single day, and now I am gonna have to take braindead Abby takes from people who have only seen the show, and I genuinely wish it had never been made in the first place.

#sundrop answers #anonymous #TLOU #the last of us #the last of us season 2 #the last of us part II #abby anderson

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hannahmanderr · 2 years ago

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DannyMay Day 21 - Shatter

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Summary: What if it had never been Danny's choice to lose his powers in Phantom Planet? (PP AU)

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Tucker glanced anxiously at Sam. “Are you gonna knock?”

She scoffed, but it was half-hearted at best. “It’s Danny, when have we ever knocked to come in?”

“Then, why aren’t you going in?” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. He could call her bluff far too easily like this, when she donned her bravado to hide her own anxiety.

Still, he couldn’t blame her. These waters were treacherous, and they were some that the three of them had never thought they would cross. He knew perfectly well that she didn’t know how to approach the situation (a rarity for someone as confident as Sam Manson), but it was because he felt the exact same way.

After knowing Danny for more than a decade, he figured he was prepared to help his best friend through anything. Really, the three of them knew each other backwards and forwards; usually so well to the point where they would absolutely blow everyone out of the water during those “dating game” ice-breaker things they would do at camps and such. So it wasn’t normal for him - for either of them - to feel so far out of their depth that they didn’t know what to do or say.

As far as he could remember, he and Sam had only found themselves in this same situation once - back during the first couple of weeks after Danny had the accident that made him half-ghost. After all, what are you supposed to say to comfort your friend when they die? It’s not like either of them could relate.

It’s not like either of us can relate now, he thought quietly. He had no idea how to put himself in Danny’s shoes, especially after going through this most recent situation.

He exhaled shakily and, without thinking, grabbed Sam’s hand. Normally, she’d recoil from the physical contact, but she gripped his hand back like it was her lifeline. Their eyes met, and the unspoken message was there. We do it together.

They both gave a curt nod, and then Sam carefully edged Danny’s door open.

“Danny?” she called quietly into the dark room. “You in here?”

“Jazz said you’d be here, and I don’t think she’d lie to us,” Tucker joked nervously. He couldn’t help it; he was the kind of guy that needed any humor he could get when dealing with a heavy situation.

Danny was, in fact, in his room, sitting at his desk with the curtains drawn and the lights off. He had his star-studded comforter draped over his head and wrapped tightly around his shoulders. A couple of half-eaten Chinese takeout containers and empty Mountain Dew bottles cluttered his desk, though his laptop still sat open in front of him with some Nat Geo documentary on Saturn playing quietly.

Tucker did his best to avoid cringing as he remembered the encounter with Vlad a week or two ago that Danny had told them about - some sort of fight over the Infi-Map on the outer rings of Saturn. Naturally, he and Sam hadn’t been able to go, what with their human needs like warmth and oxygen. He wondered if it was really the best idea for him to be wallowing in things that would remind him of Vlad, considering what had happened.

When Danny heard them enter, he turned. Dark, heavy bags weighed under his eyes, and his skin looked chalkier than normal. Still, he managed to muster a frail smile for his friends. “Hey guys,” he said hoarsely.

“Hey Danny,” Sam replied. “We just - well, we haven’t heard from you since… you know…”

“We just wanted to check in on you,” Tucker picked up when Sam trailed off.

Danny’s eyes pierced through them like knives, but the look wasn’t one of anger or accusation. Slowly, he nodded and flicked his eyes to the side. “Jazz told you what happened then…” he said, his voice quiet.

“And we’re glad she did,” Sam said as she sat on the edge of Danny’s bed. Tucker took a seat beside her. “We’re worried about you. We had no idea Vlad had figured out how to do something like that.”

“Me neither,” Danny muttered. He pulled his knees up to his chest, making him look even smaller. “I just… it’s…”

The room fell into an uneasy silence. As Tucker kept careful eyes on both Sam and Danny, he chewed his lip. Frankly, he’d expected more pushback from Danny. He loved his best friend to death, but he knew he could be a bit of a stubborn jerk sometimes. And sometimes, Stubborn Jerk Danny liked to try and put up walls of defense between himself and the people worried about him.

This was an entirely different Danny, though. This Danny was devoid of hope and life, as though someone had come in and sucked all his vitality away.

(It wasn’t too far off from what had really happened, all things considered.)

Danny sighed and buried his chin into his knees. “I don’t have some sort of plan to fix it, if that’s what you wanted to hear,” he said. “It’s just… It’s over guys.”

“Don’t say that!” Sam insisted. “There’s no way… I mean, he can’t have actually done it, can he?”

Danny only held one of his hands in front of his face and stared at it intently. Tucker got the feeling something was supposed to be happening - invisibility, intangibility, anything - but the hand stubbornly refused to change.

As the seconds ticked by, Danny’s face grew stormier until he finally shouted in exasperation and let his hand fall. “See? It’s like I said. I’ve been trying to get it to do something, anything for days now and nothing. It’s all gone. I can’t even feel -” he stopped abruptly and swallowed thickly, holding a fist over his sternum. Tucker couldn’t hide the wince this time; he knew what Danny was referring to, and if he wasn’t feeling it at all…

“There has to be something left,” Sam said. Desperation was starting to creep into her voice, and the blankets on Danny’s bed began to bunch up under her grip. “Even when you split yourself, it was never a clean split! There was always something left!”

Danny’s eyes were fixed on a pair of jeans lying haphazardly on the floor, but they were distant. He shook his head absently. “We tried, me and Jazz,” he whispered. “We even looked at a bit of my blood, and it’s… normal. No ectoplasm or anything.”

At this point, Sam looked like she was about to cry, which shook Tucker almost as much as Danny’s news. “Dude, I… I’m so sorry,” he said, not sure what else to say. He’d been at a similar loss for words more than a year ago, when part of Danny had died in that portal.

What could he say now that Danny had un-died?

“And because the portal was shut down, he was able to destroy it,” Danny was saying. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to Frostbite, or Clockwork, or someone, I don’t care if it’s the freaking Box Ghost. I need…”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Sam growled. “He’s a sick, twisted little -”

“Whatever you’re gonna say,” Danny interrupted, “Jazz has probably already said it for you. The only reason she didn’t try to tear Vlad apart when he did it is because she didn’t know if he’d just actually killed me or not.”

“Then I’ll tell everyone! What’s he gonna do, spill your secret? I could call down to Station 7 right now and -”

“Tell them what? What proof do we have?” Tucker surprised himself with his interruption. Judging by Sam and Danny’s wide eyes, they’d been caught off guard too. “He can just deny it, and he still has other ways to get back at Danny.”

“I don’t care! He’ll have to get through me first!” Sam shouted. “I can’t believe you’re saying we should just lie down and take this!”

Tucker frowned. “Do not start with that. I didn’t say anything like that; you’re putting words in my mouth again! I’m just… trying to be realistic.”

“Okay, fine, but ‘realistic’ doesn’t mean there’s nothing we can do!” Sam jumped to her feet and pointed an accusatory finger at Tucker. “I get that you’re trying to temper expectations or whatever, but you can’t just shut things down like that!”

“Like what? I said one thing! And you just started jumping down my throat!”

“Well maybe if you’d let me finish my sentence, you -”

“Enough!” Danny thundered, startling his two arguing friends into silence.

Well, it was part of the reason they fell so immediately quiet.

In his anger and desperation to stop them arguing, Danny had sprung out of his seat when he shouted, and in the process, the comforter which had been so tightly wrapped around his head and shoulders fell in a heap at his feet. Without the blanket, Tucker and Sam could see where his head had originally been covered, and what they saw stunned them just as much as his outburst.

A pure, jagged bolt of white streaked through his black hair. It started somewhere towards the back of his skull, where the hair began to sweep forward instead of down, emerging like a shooting star through a night sky. It followed the contour of his hair and into his bangs, falling just to the side of his left eye.

Sam was the first to react. She gingerly reached forward and laid a gentle touch to the white streak. Danny flinched when he realized what the two of them had seen, but he still allowed her to get close.

“Oh Danny…” she whispered, her voice thick and devoid of all the heat it’d held just moments before.

“Oh my God,” Tucker muttered. A wave of dizziness and nausea swept over him. For some reason, Danny’s loss, his trauma hadn’t truly hit him until he saw the awful reminder of what had once been. Now, seeing the aftermath of Vlad’s cruelty, the impacts nearly overwhelmed him.

Danny Phantom was gone. Danny Fenton was left, broken beyond recognition.

Danny wrapped his arms around himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. “I can’t… I-I’m just…”

In one motion, Sam swept him into a tight hug. Tucker was an instant behind her. Danny started, but then sniffed and leaned into their embrace. Seconds later, he broke down entirely and sobbed into Sam’s shoulder. The sound broke Tucker’s heart clean in half.

He didn’t know how long they stood like that, him and Sam holding onto Danny’s weeping form like they’d lose him if they let go. At some point, he didn’t know when, they’d moved to their knees, and Tucker draped the comforter around the three of them. Eventually, as Danny’s cries tapered off, they found themselves in some sort of three-person pile. Danny had his head in Sam’s lap, and she combed her fingers through his hair gently. Tucker pressed himself against Danny’s back and rested his cheek against Sam’s shoulder.

As they laid there, Tucker couldn’t tear his eyes away from that cursed streak. The way it rippled and parted around Sam’s fingers only reinforced the fact that this wasn’t some nightmare they would just wake up from. Vlad really had found a way to forcibly revert Danny’s half-ghost status. And now…

Danny’s cries died into hiccups and sniffles. A heavy silence fell around the three of them, only broken when Sam placed a hand against his cheek and whispered, “Hey.” Watery blue eyes looked up and backwards to meet her own; she made eye contact with Tucker too before speaking again.

“We’re right here, Danny. We’re not going anywhere.” Her voice was tender yet firm with the sincerity of her words. Tucker reinforced them by taking Danny’s hand and squeezing it. “We’re gonna get through this, Phantom or not. We don’t care what it takes or how long.”

Tucker could tell by the look in Danny’s eyes that he wanted to smile back and thank them, but he couldn’t muster enough to do so. Instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed further into their loving touch. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys,” he whispered.

The moment was interrupted by the harsh jangle of Tucker’s PDA ringtone. Cursing under his breath, he pulled it out of his pocket. “I forgot I still have news alerts turned on,” he said as he swiped to open the notification. Both Danny and Sam craned their necks to see as Tiffany Snow’s face loaded onto the screen.

“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news from NASA and the Department of Defense. A major asteroid, originating from Saturn’s orbit, has been forecasted to make direct impact with Earth…”

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #tucker foley #sam manson #danny phantom fanfic #hannah writes #danny phantom au #whoops i tried to write angst

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totaleclipse573 · 1 year ago

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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!

Infinite & Rouge for the Ask Game

Infinite

First Impression : His design and powers were cool, but his overly edgy characterization and terrible story writing to go with it just didn't do it for me

Impression now : The power of headcanons and AU's has saved this character for me lmao. I CHOOSE to believe he was written as a tragic character who's acting out of guilt for not being able to save his squad to make him seem more interesting. I don't like what he is in canon, but I do like his potential, what he COULD'VE been. I replayed Sonic Forces for no reason and I found myself laughing at every edgy remark he made this time XD

Favorite moment : I actually prefer the way he was written in the IDW prequel comics over the game, so I'll say that. Is that weird? I got more of an impression of him being more over-confident and sassy in the comics, whereas in the game he just seemed kind of bland in terms of personality? I really hope that's not just me

Idea for a story : Aside from the Shadow the Hedgehog 2 AU, I once had this fun idea where Amy found Infy (that's what I call him lol) after the events of Sonic Forces, and wanted to help him out. I think if there could be anyone to try and redeem Infinite, it would be Amy.

Unpopular opinion : I don't really have any real ones, so, Infinite in a ponytail is supreme

Favorite relationship : He doesn't really have any in canon, so I'll pick one from one of my AU's. Infinite and Eclipse are like brothers, but they absolutely DISPISE one another (unless they're complaining about their mutual hatred for Shadow.) Infinite gets easily angered by Eclipse, but maybe that's because Eclipse will go out of his way to annoy him? Just for fun XD

Favorite headcanon : This is moreso one I made up (Or at least, I haven't seen it,) but I like it a lot. After Sonic Forces, Infinite didn't get absorbed into the Phantom Ruby, but rather, instead, the Ruby transported him into Null Space with the last of its power before shattering. That's where he is now, trapped in the nothing.

Rouge

First Impression : I didn't really have one, tbh. I was just like "oh, there's a bat too, cool."

Impression now : She's an awesome character, and I REALLY wish she wasn't done so dirty by the fans, because she's a lot more than that. People will joke about her "big personality" when referring to something else when, in fact, she actually DOES have a personality! She's sassy and overall such a queen, I love her.

Favorite moment : Honestly she has a lot of good moments that I can think of at the top of my head, I can't choose just one. (I am NOT very decisive)

Idea for a story : None right now

Unpopular opinion : I don't really have one, so she should team up with Manic. They'd make a great thieving pair lol

Favorite relationship : The one she had with Team Dark in Sonic Universe, no doubt.

Favorite headcanon : Rouge has a strong love for gems because her mother was a geologist/gemologist

#ask #infinite the jackal #rouge the bat

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askteamdawmultiverse · 2 years ago

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"Hey dad I just wanted to send this photo and note to you just to show you that Zero and I are ok! We even got our own team and new friends too! However he's still a bit salty he's not team leader but I think he'll get over it! Oh and I met ozpin personally too! He's a bit weird... But hey that's all principles right??.. would principle be even the right word for him?? Eh oh well. OH!! You GOTTA COME DOWN HERE SOMETIME AND MEET EVERYONE!! The group really is awesome. Newton likes to make puns *even if annoys zero* Infi is a bit annoying with the whole ' popular girl' attitude she has but outside of that she's really sweet! My team however .. ehh.. they're great don't get me wrong! There's just a little tension like how Duncan can be a bit bossy at times but he means well..which makes sense since he's DAWM's leader but he does need to lay back at times. Mercury can be a bit mean at times with his sarcastic attitude. Not like zero's sarcasm type more like ' leave me the f alone ' type of attitude. Then there's Will actually if I'm being honest I got no complains about him. He's actually pretty funny at times and a great partner of mine, and a fun prankster!" ~ Anthony talking about team DAWM and Zero's team to his letter to his father

Finally..a redesign of newton and infi is done amd the full reveal of team DAWM. Please enjoy this group photo they did * and this blog new icon! :D*

#zero pokemon #newton graceland #pokemon zero #william grossman #Anthony Kurosaki #dawm #mercury black #infi pokemon #Duncan Kamanashi

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ladylynse · 3 years ago

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Hello again, it's me the one that asked about Le Fantôme. I saw your replied, thanks for that. Glad to know that it wasn't a bother. I don't think I know the previous version of that scene to know how much had improved, I just going to say that for me is perfect :) :) Well, I don't know about others but I'm following on both ff and ao3 so I, at least do follow your updates. Also, why not just keep it as "Le Fantôme" sounds great and much better than just calling it 'The Phantom', though that would be hilarious XD XD (just because it is a crossover between DPhantom and ML). But of course that would be just your decision, good luck with it :) :) Also luck with all surrounding it if you ever work on it, and with all your stories in general.

(re: this ask)

It wouldn't be the first time I've named an ML crossover for the villain, I suppose. *grins* I hadn't posted any other version of that scene, so in case you're curious, I'll stick it below the cut. Whichever one I use would still need a bit of tweaking, but this is the one that we can pretend is only take two. (Here’s take one.)

Danny checked to make sure the coast was clear one more time before picking the Infi-Map out of its container. He grinned as he unfurled the parchment in his hand. Tucker was so going to eat his words. Served him right for thinking Danny couldn’t sneak into the Far Frozen to grab the map.

They didn’t plan on keeping it for long, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Tucker had bet Danny that he couldn’t do it. Sam hadn’t been there to take sides, and somehow Danny had managed to claim that he could be there and back within an hour. If he was going to manage that, he would have to actually use the map.

“Okay, you know where I really need to be right now,” Danny murmured. “Let’s go.”

The map jerked forward, nearly flying out of his grip, and Danny found himself pulled through the Ghost Zone much faster than he could fly. He moved far too quickly to identify landmarks—the world was a blur of green occasionally blotched with purple streaks—and when he first spotted the bright green spot that was clearly a portal, he was relieved. He was going to make it.

And then he realized, as he got closer, that the portal wasn’t nearly as big as it should be, and the next blink confirmed that it wasn’t rimmed with all-too-familiar metal.

The next blink pulled him through the portal.

The map stopped.

Danny didn’t.

He was falling before he could really comprehend what had happened, but he knew enough to fly back toward the portal.

Problem 1: The portal winked out before he could reach it.

Problem 2: The Eiffel Tower is very distinctive, and that was enough to tell Danny the map had not only not taken him to Tucker, but it had also taken him straight out of the country.

Problem 3: He was maybe three hundred feet above the ground, but he still collided with someone.

They fell at least twenty feet, maybe more, before he felt a cord wrap around him and pin him to the other guy. Danny didn’t have a great view of the person he’d hit—all he could see was blond and black—but he didn’t want to scram until he was sure the guy was okay. Or girl. Honestly, he couldn’t tell right now.

There was an explosion of words he didn’t understand—French, presumably—and, as he swung toward the Eiffel Tower, the guy he was tied to—definitely a guy, judging by his voice—shouted something.

Danny didn’t realize that was actually important until he felt the Infi-Map start to crumble in his hands.

He phased through the cord. It caused the other guy to shout in surprise, but he wasn’t going to just fall to his death, so Danny concerned himself with chasing after the scraps of paper that had been the Infi-Map.

Even the fragments he caught dissolved as he touched them, leaving nothing but a faint dust on his fingertips.

He pulled to halt and hovered in midair, staring. The Infi-Map couldn’t really be gone. This had to be some kind of elaborate joke.

After all, it was impossible to destroy the Infi-Map…wasn’t it?

There was more shouting behind him. Two distinct voices, male and female. Danny looked behind him and blinked. Strange it as had been to collide with someone, and horrible as it was to have the Infi-Map just gone, he had not expected to see a pair of costumed teenagers hanging off the Eiffel Tower and staring at him.

Especially when his ghost sense hadn’t gone off.

The girl in the spotted suit was balanced on a pole that seemed to have somehow been stuck to the side of the Eiffel Tower, defying gravity and maybe a few other laws of physics. She had hauled up her partner—the one Danny had run into, a guy in a cat suit—with apparent ease while he hovered there, gaping. He had never heard of superheroes in Paris. Or anywhere, actually, that he knew were real and not just stories.

What if this wasn’t his reality?

Or what if it was the same reality, just not his time? What if it was his future or something like that? Maybe not distant future—even from this height, the cars looked normal enough—but still. Future. It would make getting home a heck of a lot harder if he didn’t have the Infi-Map. Did that mean he’d been missing for years or however long this was?

“Stop getting ahead of yourself,” Danny muttered. He needed to find something with a date—newspaper, electronic billboard, he wasn’t going to be picky—before he jumped to conclusions. If this was present day, he didn’t need to panic.

Well.

Not as much, anyway.

But definitely still a little, considering the two teenagers from the Eiffel Tower were now heading in his direction, the girl swinging towards him with that rope of hers and the boy using the staff as some kind of crazy helicopter blade. (Danny would be sure that was impossible if he didn’t regularly deal with his own kind of supposedly impossible things every day, sometimes seven times before breakfast.)

It was good motivation to move, even if he didn’t know where he was going.

The girl’s weapon zipped past his head; it was some kind of giant yo-yo, though if it had a proper name, he didn’t know it. The teens were yelling at him again, but Spanish and French were not similar enough for him to figure out what they were saying when they were talking that fast. Trouble was, he had no idea if they knew English.

He didn’t really want to stop long enough to find out, considering how intent they seemed to be on capturing him. Intangibility and invisibility wouldn’t help him for long if these guys had ghost hunting tech.

Skulker hadn’t started outsourcing, had he? That was doubtful, but Danny wouldn’t put it past Vlad. Except Vlad wouldn’t know that he was here, because he wasn’t supposed to be here. Although apparently it was where he needed to be.

Danny risked a glance over his shoulder, eliciting more yells in French from his pursuers. They kept repeating something, and he’d finally figured out what it was: Le Fantôme. Phantom. Ghost.

Okay. So maybe it was Vlad after all.

He wasn’t going top speed, mostly because he kept hoping a portal would open and he’d have a chance to escape before he shot past it, even though he had no idea how he was going to tell Frostbite that the Infi-Map was gone. Consequently, yo-yo girl was gaining on him. For someone he was pretty sure wasn’t a ghost, she was pretty skilled with the thing. It definitely did more than Danny had ever managed with a normal yo-yo. Not that the Fenton Ghost Yo-Yos had exactly been normal yo-yos, but the one he’d had when he was five and terrified of the dark had served as a decent enough nightlight once he’d gotten over the wailing sound it had made whenever he’d touched it.

Still, if yo-yo girl’s proficiency hadn’t given it away, the spotted suit and mask definitely would’ve. If she wasn’t a bounty hunter of some sort, she was a hero defending her city or a villain defending her territory. Which meant Danny was the unenviable combination of threat and target.

Unfortunately for him, her partner didn’t see it any differently.

Worse still, Danny couldn’t see cat boy anymore.

Danny bit his lip, hedged his bets, and pulled into a steep climb. The girl depended on her yo-yo to swing between buildings, so he should be able to count her out as a threat when he was above the skyline. Cat boy…. That was less of a safe bet, but he couldn’t fling himself off the Eiffel Tower this time, and chances were good that he couldn’t gain enough height quickly enough to catch up to Danny, and then he could safely go invisible and lose them, even if they did have a ghost tracker or two with them.

Paris sprawled out beneath him, more brown than green this time of year. Autumn still, or maybe spring. The air lacked winter’s bite, which made it more likely that the portal had only been spatial and not temporal. Granted, if this wasn’t his time or his universe, these two definitely weren’t working for Vlad, which begged the question of how they knew his name.

Danny squinted and raised a hand to shield his eyes as he tried to spot his pursuers. Still no sign of the boy, but the girl stood on a roof and was looking up at him.

“Maybe I’m lucky and they’re not actually after me,” Danny murmured, though he didn’t really believe that. He took another look at the city, trying to pick out a landmark besides the Eiffel Tower. He could spot a few buildings—something with a gold dome, probably a church; the glinting glass pyramid in front of the Louvre; what might be the Arc de Triomphe—but he had no idea where he could lead these two where he might have the advantage. He didn’t know a safe place to hide and change back. They must know this city like the back of their hands, especially from the rooftops, and knocking them down to ground level wouldn’t give him any advantage.

Danny glanced back down at yo-yo girl and blinked. Her partner was back, but he wasn’t beside her; he was halfway to Danny, clinging to a still-extending pole. Danny yelped and shot forward, aiming for somewhat neutral ground: a tall building with a flat roof about ten blocks away. He needed information, which they could probably give him if they understood what he was asking. If they did have ghost hunting weaponry with them, they weren’t using it yet, so he should be safe as long as he went intangible. They probably spoke English, and if he let them catch him, they might actually tell him something. Maybe even help him, once he convinced them he wasn’t a threat.

If they had magic, and it seemed like they did, it might not be too late for the Infi-Map. They might be able to fix it. Not that there was anything to fix, and that’s really what worried him. He’d always just sort of assumed that the Infi-Map was indestructible, that Frostbite kept it locked up only so it didn’t fall into the wrong hands, but obviously that was wrong. He wished he’d seen exactly what cat boy had done to it or that he even had the pieces of it to return on the faint hope that Frostbite could fix it, but now….

Now, he just hoped he’d get home, no matter how much trouble he was going to be in—with Frostbite, with his parents, with Jazz and Sam and Tucker….

Focus. He needed to find out when he was and see if there was anything obvious that would tell him this wasn’t his reality. He’d assume the fact that Paris needed a couple of superheroes would make the news, but then again, he didn’t really watch the news. Besides, in Amity Park, it was mostly ghost-focused, and almost no one else except for those in Elmerton even seemed to believe what happened there. If that was the case here—

Danny had hardly touched down on the roof he’d been aiming for before he heard two more thumps behind him. Half the baton whizzed by his ear; these guys weren’t wasting any time. He turned around, only to see the yo-yo sailing toward him again. He decided not to fight it—flying away wasn’t getting him anywhere, and he did want answers—and got clocked in the head by the rebounding baton for his trouble. “Ow! You know that hurts, right?” He should have gone intangible anyway. Granted, that would have made the yo-yo cord fall, and them thinking he was captured was worth the pain and inconvenience.

It wasn’t much different from getting hit by the Booo-merang, really.

The two teenagers blinked at him and exchanged quick glances with each other. “Un Américain,” the girl muttered. “Bien sûr. Plus de touristes.”

“Um. English? Hopefully?”

“Sorry,” she said, though she didn’t entirely sound it. “Je m’appelle Ladybug. This is Chat Noir.” She nodded to her partner. “And you are Le Fantôme.”

It wasn’t a question, so Danny didn’t take it as one. He just nodded. “Danny Phantom, actually.”

Chat Noir frowned. “Danny Phantom?” he repeated. “Not Le Fantôme?”

Danny shrugged, since he could still move his shoulders, if not his arms. “Or Phantom. Just not one who hangs around an opera house.”

Chat Noir grinned at him, but Ladybug was looking alarmed. “You aren’t…. Je suis désolé, Phantom, we didn’t realize.” The yo-yo cord around him loosened and fell even without him going intangible. He was really starting to think magic played a role with these two; this kind of thing seemed more up Desiree’s alley than Technus’s. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you like us?” asked Chat Noir.

Danny wasn’t sure what that meant, and he wasn’t sure if that was just a consequence of Chat Noir translating something wrong in his head. Danny hesitated, looking at them. The masks might obscure their features a bit, but these guys were teenagers, just like he was. And whether or not their weapons were magical, something about Chat Noir’s question made Danny think there was more to it than being a teenage superhero. He just had no idea what that was.

“I’m a ghost hunter in my hometown,” Danny answered slowly, “and I try to protect people, like you are.”

“Ghost hunter?” Ladybug repeated.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, they’re a problem back home. I help keep it under control. I’m, um, not supposed to be here. I came through a portal by mistake.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir exchanged glances, so Danny quickly added, “It’s a long story.”

A few more seconds ticked by, making it more and more unlikely that he was lucky enough that Clockwork would step in, stop time, and rescue him. That would have been a perfect time to whisk him away. And Clockwork would have known that. Maybe the Observants were watching more closely than usual. Or maybe he figured Danny should lie in the bed he’d made, mess though it was.

Crud.

“Look,” Danny said, “I know I might’ve freaked you guys out by mistake, so I’m sorry.” Apologies were always a safe bet, especially when you were going to ask for help in the next breath. “Um, I’m guessing you’ve got some kind of magic thing going on, so I don’t suppose you can fix my map?”

It was a long shot.

He knew it was a long shot even before he saw them exchange those looks again.

But he still had to ask.

“Honestly, I’m just passing through. If you can get my map back somehow, I’ll be out of your hair, and you can go back to whatever it was you were doing before I dropped in.”

He still didn’t know why the map had taken him here in the first place. Ladybug and Chat Noir were clearly capable heroes in their own right. They didn’t need him, so he could freely go back to Amity Park, which did still need him. And then, maybe the persistent tickle in the back of his throat would go away. It was annoying, like his ghost sense was in a constant state of about to go off—which he’d always kinda figured it was at home, except clearly not, given what this felt like.

“If you wait, I can fix it,” Ladybug said, “but I can’t yet. We need to find someone first.”

“My lady and I are on a ghost hunt,” Chat Noir added. “Perhaps you’d care to join us, since that’s your expertise?”

“Le Fantôme isn’t really a ghost,” Ladybug hurriedly put in, no doubt misreading the look on Danny’s face. “He’s still alive. Still un humain. Just…with ghost powers.”

Something clicked, and Danny’s eyes widened in realization. “You don’t know what he looks like. Are you even sure this phantom of yours is a guy? Could it be a girl?” No wonder the Infi-Map had brought him here. These two weren’t trying to track down a ghost. They were trying to track down another halfa.

Chat Noir and Ladybug exchanged uncertain looks and who knew how much silent communication before Ladybug finally admitted, “C’est possible.”

What if they were after Dani?

“Why are you hunting them? What did they do?” Danny didn’t realize he’d moved forward until Ladybug stepped back and cautiously raised her yo-yo. He hadn’t even realized she’d retracted it.

“We need to find Le Fantôme to save Paris,” Ladybug replied. “You do not need to help us, but if you try to stop us, we’ll fight you, too.”

Great. She, at least, still didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. Of course, they’d lose if they did try to fight him, if Danny didn’t hold back, but he didn’t fight humans. He fought ghosts. And if he had to, he’d fight Dani, now that she wasn’t in danger of dissolving into goo whenever she used her powers. Vlad might not be pulling her strings this time, but what if there was someone else like Freakshow out there? Dani knew better than to draw attention to herself. She shouldn’t have done something to put herself on the radar of Paris’s superheroes.

But maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe it wasn’t Dani. But there were only three halfas in existence, and these two were looking for a human with ghost powers. They might not know the name, but they had the description right. And Danny knew Vlad was stuck in Amity Park, reopening the Town Hall. Dani was the one travelling the world.

Assuming he was still in the same time he’d left, anyway, but these two would definitely think he was crazy if he asked what date it was. Best to tag along and figure it out once he knew who he was dealing with. “I’m not going to stop you,” Danny said. “I’ll help. I just want you to know this might all be some big misunderstanding.”

“There is no mistake,” insisted Ladybug, her tone making it clear Danny wouldn’t be able to easily convince her otherwise.

“Not a ghost of a chance this time,” Chat Noir put in, sounding entirely too cheerful for the situation. His smile only seemed to widen when his partner shot him an annoyed look. “We have a good lead. The Ladyblog hasn’t been wrong yet.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “People usually like a good ghost story, so this was already picked up by the mainstream media, too, and your little stunt hasn’t done much to end the panic. We need to act quickly. If you’re going to help, stay with us. We need to keep looking.”

Danny opened his mouth and nearly choked as his ghost sense went off. “Oh, no.”

Dani had never set off his ghost sense, surprising him more than once because of that.

As Ladybug and Chat Noir started their attack, Danny turned. This wasn’t their fight, not really. It was his; that was why the Infi-Map had brought him here. He was the only one who could stop—

Danny’s eyes widened when he realized who he was up against, and a split second later he was blasted off his feet.

#ladylynse #asks #dp/ml crossover #ml/dp crossover #fic: le fantôme #at some point I will not have access to a keyboard to easily make that symbol so #fic: le fantome #my writing

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cynamonowo · 3 years ago

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misc 18, boss & date

this one took a long time as well but ngl i had a lot of fun writing it (aitsf spoilers)

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Every annual MPD party, thrown in order to celebrate good statistics and their capability to interfere with people of lower economic means whilst upholding the status quo, has been a pain in the ass. If given the choice, Shizue would much prefer to be handed a bottle of mustard and ordered to eat her own desk, than to spend an afternoon messing with her appearance, then an evening loitering in a crowd of middle-aged men who’d try to have a grope after a few sakes. Thank fuck she’s high rank enough that they don’t tell her to act as their waitress slash hostess, pouring drinks and keeping her head down. A few years ago, some other female guests did end up stuck in that role, but since then there’s been enough money in the budget to hire a proper catering service. As soon as she’s done conversing with the head of the traffic department — an old guy with wandering hands number who-fucking-cares — she swans over to the nearest table bearing a platter of wine glasses.

“Is that how this whole party goes? Jesus Christ.”

Shizue grins around the lip of the glass. Another perk of today’s party — she managed to drag along her favorite dumpster fire personified, both as her plus one and due to his promotion to the number two in ABIS. If she’s honest with herself (and she usually is), watching Date squirm in a suit while glaring daggers at everyone around is really funny. His wish to be somewhere else, preferably in another country or galaxy, is as clear to her as the surprise of each person they talked to tonight. Yes, the eyepatch, long hair, and general aura of malice work to make one give him a double-take.

“Welcome to the world of top brass,” Shizue says cheerfully. “Hold on to your panties, because it’s only going to get worse.”

“Jesus Christ,” Date repeats. “I’m too sober for this.”

Now it’s her turn to glare. “You don’t even drink.”

“Maybe I should start.” A beat. He stares at her wine. “Well, restart.”

Before he can give in to the impetus, Shizue snatches a glass of water and thrusts it into his hands before pulling them away from the alcohol. Shit. She should’ve known not to lead him towards this spot; her apology is meeting his eye and a wry smile, and he cants his head, understanding.

“If you fall off the wagon because of me,” Shizue says under her breath, “Hitomi will kill me. And then you’d probably end up taking the heat because you’re stupid like that. Drink your water, Date.”

“You know me too well,” he snips back but does as ordered. She nods, satisfied. “But Hitomi wouldn’t kill you, she’s too nice.”

Biting her tongue, Shizue shrugs and tugs on the hem of her jacket. When she drove to their place to pick up Date, Hitomi greeted her with the usual sweet smile and a bit of small talk, but Shizue can see what’s percolating behind that layer of demure kindness. When she mentioned having to get a taxi home because of drinking, Hitomi nodded along, but the fierceness flashed in her eyes, the tiniest wrinkle between her brows. Shizue got that message. Not like it was needed, but still. It’s been two years since Date stopped drinking, five years since, as Shizue calls it in her head, the Saito Sejima Sadism and Slaughter Show, and sure as hell she’s not gonna bring this period of relative calm careening into the gutter. She likes Date the way he is now, as calm as before but somehow steadier, more relaxed, with crow’s feet and a golden band on his finger, whining about Mizuki’s high school reign of terror (atta girl) or gushing about Hitomi. He’s happy. Shizue’s happy that he’s happy. But, alas, that does not influence the current situation for she can see another figurehead balk at them before deciding to come by.

“Get ready,” she murmurs before he’s in the earshot, “that’s the finance crimes department guy.”

“D’you want me to glare?” Date murmurs back because he’s her kindred spirit. Shizue gives an infinitesimal nod and plasters on a coquettish smile.

“Kuranushi, sweetheart,” the dude croons, his voice greasier than a sponge soaked in months-old fryer oil. Shizue imagines driving the heel of her shoe into his eye socket so she can take the offered hand rather than bite it clean off.

“Mister Matsumura, sir,” Shizue chirps out, managing not to cringe as he squeezes her palm in both of his. God, the sweat… He didn’t even care to wipe them on his pants, the asshole. “It’s a pleasure to see you.”

“Right back at you, Kuranushi,” Matsumura replies with a leery smile, pupils blown wide while working his jaw. “Ah, such a shame, I hoped you’d look more feminine for once! Would make an old man like me so, so happy…”

Gross. She pulls her hand away, glad she decided not to wear a dress this year also — her tux and stiletto heels combo is proper enough, thank you. “You know how it is! The times change, so I have to keep up before I get swept away.”

Matsumura’s sneer flickers. There are rumors he’s gonna be forced to retire before the winter, and Shizue does enjoy poking asshats in their weak points. But no, officer, it wasn’t on purpose, oh no, do you honestly think she would do that? Flash a smile, flutter the eyelashes, and they dismiss her, unaware of how much leverage she has on this entire system. Men. So predictable.

“Sir,” Date says from her side, face blank, pulling the attention away. Good call. Matsumura peers at him, nostrils flaring in barely hidden contempt.

“I believe I haven’t seen you before,” he says coolly, eyes flicking from Date to Shizue. “Kuranushi, you haven’t mentioned a husband.”

Date looks disgusted. Shizue’s trying very hard not to laugh like a rabid hyena, suddenly ecstatic to be here and cause this interaction. Her husband. Oh my god. It’s a shame Date didn’t bring Aiba, ‘cause she’d watch the tape every day to remind herself of her life’s innate goodness.

“No, oh no,” she says, wheezing only a little, “he’s my second in command.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Date drones, bowing just enough to be polite, “name’s Kaname Date, Senior Agent. Sir.”

“Yuta Matsumura, Financial Crimes.” If looks could kill, thank god this place is crawling with cops as Matsumura would get arrested immediately. Kind of a shame, though, it’d be such a pleasant sight — although losing Date wouldn't be worth it. “You and Kuranushi, you two better not cause any more trouble, alright? My people are busy enough as it is.”

“Our only goal is to spread justice,” Shizue says archly, “as it is the purpose of our job. Unfortunately, you can’t always do that smoothly.”

“Thank you for your feedback,” Date adds, in the tone suggesting boredom rather than genuine gratitude. “I hope we don’t step on too many important toes.”

“Do try that.” Matsumura glances around, clearly searching for an out, before clapping his hands and declaring, “Well, you two, it’s time I have a bite to eat. It’s been a pleasure to talk to you, and I hope you enjoy your time here.”

Watching him waddle away, Shizue shakes her head. While his parting words could be interpreted as a thinly veiled threat, she’s not too worried. The dude thinks he’s the emperor of his sad little department because he and the Chief Inspector go golfing every other month, but Shizue has a neat little folder with all the photos of him doing neat little lines of coke in the office bathroom. Tit for tat. She’s halfway convinced to drop the pics into the mailbox of the newspaper which ran an article about police corruption. At this rate she’s outgrown stirring the hornet’s nest; she’d much rather lob a grenade at it and watch the ensuing chaos, a bag of popcorn in hand. A girl does like a good bout of drama.

Lamentably, today’s not the right moment for appreciating some conniptions. Turning to Date, Shizue tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and keeps her voice low.

“I see you’re as done with this nonsense as I am.”

“How could you tell?” He raises his eyebrow, taking a sip from his glass.

“Because I know you so well, dear hubby.” Date promptly chokes on his water; spluttering wildly, he gives her a dirty look.

“You’re evil,” he gasps out.

“We’ve established that, so try to keep up,” Shizue says without missing a beat. “Let’s stay here for two hours more, then ditch this place and go hit up a ramen shop.”

Wiping his face, Date sighs. “You’re the one who insisted on having me here, so the food’s on you.”

“We’ll see about that,” she replies with a wink, already fine with paying.

Had she known dragging him along would be such a blast, she’d have done it earlier. They eat some fancy shrimp, listen to the Chief’s speech about the importance of blah blah and the magnitudes of blah blah blah, exchange more pleasantries, then book it out of there and into a secluded izakaya in Ibaraki. Resting her cheek on her palm, elbow propped on the scratched table, Shizue watches Date fiddle with the jukebox until he hits a motherload of old jazz songs. What a dork. She steals a piece of unagi from his plate.

All in all, not the worst ending to a burdensome day.

#ai the somnium files #ai:tsf #aitsf #boss aitsf #kaname date #rblgs > likes 💙#sil.pdf #sylwek.txt

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artxyra · 5 years ago

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So, me and @ThatWeirdPepperMint were wondering if you could do this request. Jason one day sneaks out and goes to a nearby ally where he finds Marinette not knowing that the fam was following. He asks Mari about buying mini guns and she gets them out of her heels, he ends up with gun-heels and wears them as as Red Hood. In that week all the fam got something from her. Tim got usb-nails. Dick got jetpack heels and retractable zip line watch. Damian got infi-purse. And Bruce got a tiara-shield.

Note: I totally did not look up Totally Spies gadgets for inspiration for some of the weapons.

It was Dick who suspected that something was up with Jason. The second oldest Wayne had been disappearing more often than usual only to return with a weapon he has never seen it in the stores. He tried to get information out of his brother about where he was but was only meet with the usual stream of threats or a careless shrug before disappearing for days on end.

The next to figure something was off, was Damian. Though for the youngest Wayne he had little care for his second oldest brother. Damian had run into Jason holding his newest weapon that was completely out of character for him. It was some kind of belt that had an expandable cable bungee. The belt did not go with his Red Hood outfit at the time, but before Damian had the chance to interrogate the male about the item, Jason had disappeared.

Then there was Tim and he had actually found out by going to get a late-night coffee and somehow ended up bumping into his predecessor, who was coming out of an alleyway with a bracelet in hand. At first, the coffee addict didn’t think much of until the idea that Jason had a secret lover pop into his brain. Instead of letting that idea down, he ended up entering a constantly dead-end investigation.

It was no shock that everyone else involved with the Wayne family's nightly activities was also intrigued by Jason’s newest additions of weapons. However, what shocked them all was when Stephanie (Steph) returned with Jason with a pair of diamond earrings. Of course, speculations began to grow among everyone, but when Spoiler ended up using the same new pair of earrings as a cutting tool they knew that whoever was making these weapons just so happened to include Steph as a client.

For half a year, they have tried to find this unique weapon dealer that Jason (and sometimes Steph) happily order from, only to be met with more dead ends. Fortunately for them, their search will soon come to an end.

Jason had broken his latest gadget, a wristwatch, on his latest mission. Dick managed to gather the immediate family (i.e. Tim, Damian, and Bruce) to follow the person behind the Red Hood anti-hero. However, Jason was streets smart. He zigged through the city; they had nearly lost him until the anti-hero had reached an alleyway just blocks away from crime alley. The family watch over the scene on the rooftops staying in the shadows.

Jason had entered from the alley’s opening and is immediately greeted by a shield of fog. The anti-hero doesn’t seem deterred from the scene before him.

“Arme chanceuse.” He states in the direction of the fog. Jason was no idiot; he knew his family is watching him, but he just couldn’t find any fucks to give at the moment.

The Batfam is shocked by the appearance of a female, looking no older than Damian. This female has long dark hair curled at the end with a mix of pink and red highlights. She was wearing in a two-piece dress, the top being a long sleeve laced with an intricate design as her skirt had a waist-high slit showcasing a pair of dark leggings and black heeled combat boots with pink and red shoestrings.

“You’re not alone, Jay-Jay.” She says crossing her arms and taking a sit in a chair that was behind a red and black table.

“Don’t care enough, Pixie. They’ve been trying to find this out for six months and at this moment, I don’t have any fucks to give. So, can you help?” Jason states causing the infamous weapon dealer to smirk.

“What you need.” She sasses back to her client.

“Miniguns the best you got.” He says giving her a knowing look.

The dealer sighs and puckers her lips. “I was saving these for Steph, but you apparently need them more.” The fog grows around the dealer and it fades away, in her hands are a pair of black heels.

“Uh, what the fuck?”

“Do you want the guns or not? The heels are the barrels, there is a safety mechanism outside the heels that you can access to minimize unwanted triggers. The magazine is on the shank. Not my best work but these combat heel boots can get the job done.” She explains gesturing to every area she talked about.

Jason picks up the heels and examines them. “Now I understand why these were meant for Steph. Thanks, Pixie, I’ll take good care of them.”

“You better!” She cries out before continuing with, “The amount of material and thinking to make them work took ages, Jay, ages!”

Jason chuckles before wishing his dealer a goodbye.

Before the Batfam could incept the two, the fog blocks their vision and suddenly it was just Jason alone in an alleyway looking the same expect the newest addition of a pair of heeled boots on his feet.

They did not see Jason again until the patrol as Red Hood.

“So, Hood, where did you get the heels? They’re looking pretty nice.” It was Nightwing that would ask first.

“Like you don’t know.” The anti-hero grunts and struts away from his oldest brother. Nightwing stares aghast and somewhat offended.

At first, the boys thought the heels were nothing but a bad joke but to see Red Hood in action, taking down each of his opponents, they knew this for real. Maybe, just maybe, they should talk to whoever this Pixie is that Jason gets his weapons from.

It was only a few nights later when the bat family corner Jason, place him in a dark room (tied up of course) and stood over him. Jason glares at his family and mentally thinks of ways to get rid of them all. The option of murder was high on his list of suggestions.

“Who’s Pixie?” Dick’s voice pipes causing every muscle in Jason to just give up. Seriously all of this just to get information about his weapon dealer.

That night led to the family officially meeting the person Jason calls Pixie the next day.

Pixie stares at her favorite customer with an eyebrow raised and arms folded against her chest. The greetings were stale only met with grunts and an awkward smile from Dick.

“Hi, I’m Marinette, you don’t have to call me Pixie, but I have some rules when it comes to doing business with me. I don’t make standard weapons. I only deal with those who deserve it, and money is the least of my concerns though it is welcomed.” Immediately, they knew they had just entered a business. A business that Jason, and in extension Steph, has been familiar with for months.

She gives them the secret word that would “summon” her for business. She only deals at night and at various alleyways. They also found out that she has a life outside of all this and sometimes would have to cancel if that was the case Jason would tell them. Wrapping up this tremendous moment, she gives them a week to figure out what they would like before disappearing in the fog that brought her there.

Throughout the week, each of the bat members tried to convince Jason to give them Marinette’s current location, and then go to Steph when Jason wasn’t bothered to be around them.

Tim went to Steph for Marinette's latest location. He ends up placing an order for a USB drive; what he got was beyond his coffee-addicted brain.

“This USB nail is the perfect disguise for quick transfers, it works just like any USB out there and looks and feels like a fake nail. You can transfer up to 128 gigabits. Though be careful, the nail can break with an excessive amount of force.”

Since that day, Tim has been using the nails for hacking or work assignments. He begins to swear by them.

On multiple occasions, Tim swears he had seen Dick wearing Red Hood’s gun boots and a longer version of his nails on a couple of occasions. Dick denies it every time, but they all knew the truth.

It took a while before Dick had come up with his ideal first weapon from Marinette. He wanted something grand and out of this world.

“You want jet pack heels and a zip line wristwatch,” Marinette states slowly trying to wrap her head around her newest order. It’s not something she isn’t used to, but the way he had explained it to her with this silly look on his face just creeped her out. “Okay.”

That night when Nightwing was on patrol, he was having a ball showcasing his new weapons. Batman had yelled at the male upon realizing that he was wearing something that was impractical. Nightwing flies away with his jet pack heels activated. Batman could only sigh and wonder how this even happened.

The next person to receive their Marinette original was Damian. The youngest Wayne had met with the weapon dealer in secret hoping that his family didn’t catch sight of him. He could only imagine the horror that would come with them finding out.

If it wasn’t for that fact that Marinette looked around Damian’s age, it looked like a drug-dealing going on as Damian was dressed in all black and a hood covering his face. Upon seeing him, Marinette managed to hold in her laughter.

“You want an infinity purse, should I even ask why?”

“It’s better for you not to know.”

Marinette accepts that answer and disappears into the fog. She comes out with a tote with Robin’s emblem in addition to her own. She hands the bag over to the Wayne and explains the limitations the bag carries.

It is said that Damian has pulled various weapons on different people when they make fun of the bag. Some make it out without a scratch while others don’t even speak of the incident anymore.

The most shocking of appearances came from Bruce Wayne, himself. He had come alone to meet with Marinette. At first, she thought it was a gift for the girls or a really bad joke with some hidden scheme behind it. Once she thought of it, it wasn’t a bad idea.

“Are you sure? This could ruin your bad boy aesthetic.” Marinette says giving the tall man an out.

“Yes.” Short and simple. Marinette nods and disappears into the fog.

When she returns, in her hands is a solid black tiara along with it are diamonds in the shape of bats. Sliding it across the table Marinette begins to discuss the weapon. The tiara can turn into a shield with a twist of a diamond. Bruce graciously accepts the weapon before testing it out. Upon seeing it in its shield form, Bruce begins to wonder what age the dealer is and how can he get her to join the family officially.

After everyone in the bat family received weapons that aren’t usual apart of their list of gadgets the league members begin to question their sanity. They thought Bruce was joking when they saw him with the tiara, but once it dawned on them that he never jokes, it was Flash that went around screaming his head off.

“You can rule the world, Pixie,” Jason says joining the small female in the darkness as she watches the bad guys being taken down by her own weapons.

“Eh, we knew this day would come.” She says with a smile on her face.

“Damn, Pixie, you know B-man is already in the process of trying to adopt you. You fit all the Wayne requirements to being adopted.”

“I think he already has. He’s been visiting more and more often with Steph under the pretense of getting new weapons. Damian also comes and goes as he pleases, he’s like a cat.” Marinette says glancing at the second oldest Wayne.

“Welcome to the family, sis."

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Dannymay 2020 Day 28: Diner

Really, he should have asked Frostbite about good places to learn more about ghosts and the Ghost Zone before now, but it was always slipping his mind. Really, he almost never thought about just seeing the guy and his people without a problem biting at his heels. Which he hadn’t noticed until Jazz pointed it out, so that was a fun claw of guilt lodged in his brain now.

Which was why he was awkwardly trying to figure out how to ask a ghost what they heck they did just to ‘hang out’, and also did he want to do that. It wasn’t like he could just look up the nearest ghost diner. Trying to ask other ghosts really wouldn’t work out either, seeing as they either wanted to fight him or ran the other way.

At least the yeti-like ghost didn’t laugh at him for very long.

“I still don’t get it. Skulker will beat anyone’s face in for going near ‘his’ island, but there’s just places out here that make you stronger and no one fights over ‘having it’?”

Frostbite smiled at his question, though his ears did droop ever so slightly. “Such places are protected for that very reason, Great One. Eternal truces are in place wherever the flow of ectoplasm is at its strongest. All may benefit safely. They are for healing and social gatherings, not bickering and destruction.”

“You really don’t have to call me that.” Danny frowned, glancing at the spot on the map Frostbite was indicating. “That doesn’t really stop anyone from doing it anyway though, does it?”

“All ghosts know of the truce, and none would be able to break it. It’s said the Realms itself demands it be so. As we’re all made up of ectoplasm, many a ghost as argued we are merely extensions of it ourselves.”

“Well I certainly didn’t know about it. Must have forgotten to deliver the instruction manual to me,” he did his best to make his shrug seem casual. It wasn’t like the so-called truce protected him from Ghostwriter being an absolute pain after all. Maybe half ghosts didn’t count.

“It is a shame the portal you frequent is in that part of the Realms. It is more favoured by those with power and the will to use it, so it’s no surprise that you were so bereft of mentors,” he stared at the portal near the Keep before rolling the map shut with a practiced claw.

“Not that I spend much time here anyway.”

“True, true. You do seem to favour your human half, from what I hear.” He didn’t say it, but the concern was apparent. “I think you might enjoy the Cascade in particular. It’s relatively small and more of a resting point. Plenty of ghosts coming and going, no structures for long term stays, so it’s easier to not attract much attention.”

“Well it sounds fancier than a Nasty Burger.” Was it rude to be mentally associating the place with a fast food joint? Probably. “Maybe I should just check it out while invisible?”

“You could, though you’d probably be noticed anyway.”

“What, can some ghosts just see through invisibility?

Frostbite’s warm laugh took some of the edge off, but he still felt foolish. “No, but most can at least feel the strength a ghost has. One such as you or I would not go unnoticed for very long,”

“I’m not that strong”

“You forget that ghosts strong enough to stay in your world for any length of time are not as common as you think. Many here can only manage the basics, and are content as they are. Not many ghosts are brawling with those stronger than themselves only months after forming, Great One.”

He swallowed. Great. Even for a ghost he was weird. “I’d rather not be the center of attention, is all.”

“Understandable. It is not uncommon for I or my people to frequent these places. With luck I would be noticed with my larger stature and then overlooked.” he draped a fuzzy arm over the half ghost’s shoulder as a sort of hug. “You would draw some attention if noticed, but most would likely be too afraid to approach.”

“Afraid of what? You look way scarier than I do at a glance,” he asked even though he was fairly certain he wouldn’t like any answer his friend could give him.

“You are a hybrid that pushed back the former king and is powerful enough to hold territory outside of the realms. In frankness, a ghost like you is what’s hiding in the closet to scare the little ones into behaving. To the point that some actually do not think you exist.”

“Well that’s embarrassing.” he groaned, burying his face into the yeti’s fur. No wonder most ghosts ran the other way if he was some sort of made up nightmare monster. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Rumor is all most ghosts have of you. If you don’t want to be perceived that way, the best way to do that is to show them how you really are.”

Did he want to seem less frightening? He couldn’t really get to places this far from the portal without the Infi-map’s help anyway. He didn’t have the time to fly that far and back with any regularity, so it wouldn’t change much for the day to day. Yet Frostbite did seem eager to have him stop feeling so out of place in the ghost zone. “I guess. You’re sure it’s okay to go there?”

“It’s for all ghosts, don’t worry. Feel free to stick close to me if you are uncomfortable.”

He wanted to point out yet again he was only half of a ghost, but fiddled with his gloves instead. Frostbite was a large, powerful looking ghost with that ice arm of his. He was some human looking kid in a jumpsuit. Way less noticeable. Hopefully.

He did have to ask the yeti how he made traveling with the Infi-map less of an out of control ride and more like teleporting from place to place, but at the moment he was too distracted by why the place was called the Cascade. It almost seemed like a waterfall at first, the blinding neon green a flowing sheet, but there wasn’t a sort of pool at the bottom. Instead parts seemed to twist away from the main direction in vast swirls, losing vibrancy until he couldn’t tell it from the normal unending movement that was all over the zone.

That, and all the ghosts simply milling around the strange twisted trees and winding paths that flanked the glowing attraction. “Is it always this busy?” he muttered, half hiding behind his friend’s furry bulk.

“Of course. A safe place to rest when traveling between settlements is always fairly busy.” he looked down at the boy, concern muting his smile. “You’ll see why, or more feel it in a moment.”

He let Frostbite take the lead, trying not to look too jumpy as the ghost stomped down a path. Purple grass still seemed weird, but his chosen spot to sit down and watch the spinning ectoplasm did at least feel more familiar with it and the strange twisted dead trees.

“Is it normal to just feel less tired?” More than that really, he felt wide awake. When was the last time he’d felt this awake? He couldn’t actually remember.

“Yes. Though I expect the sensation might be odd to you. You spend so much time over there that I doubt you ever have enough ectoplasm to truly rest.”

It totally was a ghost Nasty Burger. Only apparently way more filling. There was a faint humming in his chest, which felt odd yet also right, somehow. “Huh. I figured that was just the lack of sleep.” He couldn’t help but keep glancing around, wanting to be sure they weren’t being stared at by too many ghosts.

“I’m sure that’s a factor as well. You really should try and rest more, when you can.”

He wasn’t quite sure how Frostbite could think of resting when he felt so energized, but zipping around near a bunch of ghosts he didn’t know didn’t appeal. “I would if I could, you know that.”

“Unfortunately. Do try and remember you don’t only have to rest as a human though.”

“I’ll try?” What else could he say?

#dannymay2020 #Danny Phantom #frostbite #my stuff #ghost headcannons #and other random junk #i wanted to have more ghost background chatter #but #i have to start working an hour early #so i do NOT HAVE TIME #rip

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