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cosmic-dust-poltergeist · 2 months ago

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Clone Danny Fenton amuses me so here's another dumb crossover idea: Danny is one of the "failed" clones of Kon that Tim tried to make, but clockwork snatched his lifeless baby corpse before Tim could dispose of it (Tim just assumed he did when it disappeared, writing it off as he did it while too sleep deprived to remember clearly or something) and CW uses the pit to revive it before dropping him off with the Fentons in a completely different dimension.

Danny knows he's adopted and realizes he's not normal fairly early on, but doesn't manifest the more noticeable of his powers til after his accident, so he blames it all on his halfa status and not the alien heritage he has no way of knowing about. Once shit hits the fan and his dimension is no longer safe for him to live in, CW sits him down and explains both his alien (in more ways than one) and clone statuses. CW then offers Danny the chance to meet his maker and template, which Danny agrees to because why not? He's got nothing to lose. Danny's injured 16 y/o ass is then dropped a short distance from a timberkon (who are now in their early 30s because that'd how time works) date/hangout and Danny just plops himself at their table and steals some of Tim and Kon's food before literally any words are exchanged.

Kon, freaking out because this kid looks like him???: Uhhhh??? Kid??

Tim, bewildered: Who?? What?? Kid, wtf??? Do we know you??

Danny, swallowing his mouthful of stolen food: Yes and no.

Danny, points lazily at Tim: Creator.

Danny, equally lazy point to Kon: Template.

Danny, blinking slowly at Bernard: I don't think you had anything to do with HOW I'm here, but as you clearly are part of this now, surprise, it's a scientific freak of nature.

Danny, ignoring the devastated looks on his "parents'" faces and steals more food while continuing: He/him pronouns and I go by Danny. AND ONLY Danny, not Daniel, not Danno, and certainly not Dan.

Tim, slowly takes a deep breath and slides most of his meal towards the clearly starving child: Danny... You're NOT a freak, kiddo

Danny, seems to beam without changing his expression when he's got the food in his hands before processing how his comment must have sounded without context: Oh-ho! But I am! Finding out I was a half human alien clone was just the icing on the cake, really! I had an accident that I'm pretty sure destroyed all my flimsy human dna. I'm now half something else, that hilariously has a lot of crossover powers so I just assumed my accident gave me all of them before the dude that cradle robbed my dead baby corpse from the evil mastermind lab my creator.. has? Had? Meh. Who cares. But baby me was very dead and then he did something and I wasn't. This is where I inform you I grew up in a different dimension and know jack shit about this one.

Bernard: Okay, I have so many questions

Kon: Me too! What's your other half? What's your dimension like? Why did you seek us out now? What's your favourite colour? Any food restrictions? Do you have a place to stay? Why is your heart rate so slow? What's that buzzing sound coming from your chest? What-

Tim: KON! Let the kid actually tell you answers!

Bernard, sliding some of his food over to Danny while eyeing the subtily stiff way Danny is moving: Plus, the more pressing question is, how hurt are you, Danny?

Kon: You're HURT???

Danny, frowns at Bernard ratting him out before turning his attention back to the food in front of him: I got vivisected, it's fine, it's healing

The adults all suck in a sharp breath before sharing a look. They agree this is their kid now and people can take him from them over their cold dead bodies.

Danny feels 3 shiny new parental bonds snap into place, startling the shit out of him. He didn't think they'd want him tbh, AND he didn't think they'd have enough ectoplasum to even do a claiming like that. He nearly starts crying, BECAUSE THESE PEOPLE WANT HIM.

Tim, concerned: Danny? What's wrong?

Danny, blinking wetly: You're liminals?

Bernard: "Liminals"?

Danny: Human with ectoplasum in their system. I just.. you want me?

Kon, sacrificing what's left of his food to Danny: I don't know what that means. AND of course we want you. You're family now.

Tim, nodding: There's no escape.

The adults all giggles, thinking of different situations with supers or bats or both. It only lasts a second because Danny bursts into tears, just completely overwhelmed by the situation. The adults instinctively get closer, but don't touch, unsure if it would help or worsen Danny's state.

Tim: Danny?

Kon: Would you like a hug-oof!

Danny dives into Kon's side and desperately clings to him with enough force to break a human's ribs. Tim and Bernard crowd closer and rub his back in soothing motions.

Bernard: What's wrong, kiddo?

Danny: Dani should have been here too!

Tim: Danny? I thought your name was Dani?

Danny: She was Dani with one n and an I. I'm Danny with two n's and a y. She- She was my clone, but...

Bernard: You don't have to tell us

Danny: ...She wasn't super stable. I'd help her restabilize every time she started to destabilize, but... but I got caught! She came for help and got caught too! I watched her melt in that shitty lab! There was so much- I wanted- SHE'S GONE!

The adults are devastated. Kon squeezes Danny tightly.

Kon, softly: tell us about her?

And so Danny does. Explaining how she came to be, their first interactions, her strong and independent personality, the little souvenirs she brought him while she traveled to figure herself out, how her condition always worried him, but she wouldn't-couldn't stay with him, and how he wanted to talk about finding her a new name because she deserved to have her own name, not something that reminds her she's a defective clone, but he never got the chance. He has a messy breakdown while explaining her final moments and how his bindings, power suppression cuffs chained to the floor and a muzzle, prevented him from giving her comfort and how SHE apologized to HIM. He thought he was going to die with her in that moment, his core cracking at her loss.

This leads to a short explanation of his ghost biology and how dangerous a cracked core is. And by then, he's flagging, so the adults start persuading the kid to crash in their guest room, with the promise of dinner.

Thus begins the process of timberkon convincing Danny to stay with them. Teaching the kid about his original dimension and the many heroes. They get him so MANY books about space and alien civilizations once they find out his obsession (literally) with that kind of thing. Danny still misses his sisters and friends like an amputated arm, but he slowly rebuilds, letting himself gain a new family and new friends.

His introduction to both the Bats and Supers could have gone better.

He's suspicious and wary of Clark the whole time he was meeting the Kents because of how Clark has treated his own clones in the past. Danny doesn't understand him, and Clark doesn't truly understand, but is more sad than anything about it and accepts he made his bed, now he must lay in it. He warms up to the rest fairly quickly. He's also introduced to Bizarro and Clara eventually and that goes well.

With the Bats, Danny, Bruce, and Dick verbally pace around each other. Bruce deep throating his foot, and Dick not being much better while trying to keep the peace. The rest watch on with amusement before the show is a cut short by Damian of all people intervening. The problem is Damian snuck up behind (unintentionally), grabbed his shoulder while calling Danny "Daniel" (something he was informed to NOT do), and Danny's brain went "VLAD FOUND ME??" (despite there being no way, CW will not let him find Danny) and reacts with violence. Damian barely escaped having any broken bones, that being said, where Danny grabbed to literally throw Damian has DEEP bruising, that arm was dislocated, he has more bruising from hitting the floor, and gained a concussion. Danny apologizing profusely while scolding this 28 y/o man about sneaking up on him AND using a name he specifically told everyone NOT to use. Damian is man enough to apologize while Alfred patches him up. Meeting Duke and Cass is nice, he's unsure about Steph (because how rambunctious she is) and Alfred, Barbara makes him homesick for Jazz, and Jason is funny til he gets a heart attack in the form of Danny offering to eat the corrupt ectoplasum (Lazarus waters) out of him. There's chaos after that, but it eventually calms down, especially since timberkon are protective of their baby and Tim looks like he's about to go super villain on them the moment "tests" are brought up. Danny is embarrassed and pleased as his Creator (he never stops jokingly calling Tim that, Kon gets Template, and Bernard is Human, when they aren't just called their name. Eventually he calls them all dad, though Bernard is sometimes called mom) threatens to ruin their everything if they continue. Threats they take seriously because they know Tim will follow through. After that it goes well.

#tim drake #batfam #batfam shenanigans #jason todd #damian wayne #danny fenton #danny phantom #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #bernard dowd #kon kent #kon el kent #conner kent #dc x dp #alfred pennyworth #batfamily

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rustyironskillet · 1 year ago

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Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?”

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?”

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year ago

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DPXDC: I wanna be like most girls ghosts.

or Danny: What should I do to make my mom happy?

or ~Danny deserves a little teenage rebellion as a treat~

Maddie: I just want this damned Phantom to stop pretending to be a hero! All ghosts are pure evil, who is he trying to deceive? Danny: Oh, really? And Danny took it personally.

It’s not Danny’s fault that he’s a good kid and wants to make his parents happy. But why would he have to be a monster to make them happy? Why must they hate him to be happy?

Danny’s obsession was going crazy.

Well, when your own parents call you a monster in the face, it hurts. Why do they always believe that only their opinion is the absolute truth? They have no idea how much worse things would be if at least some of the ghosts really behaved the way Maddie and Jack think they’re supposed to. If he really is evil by nature, is there any point in fighting his own fate? They want to see him as a villain, he will become one. He will. He just needs a little help and practice. And not bring it to the level when Clockwork has to clean up his mess. Poor guy is without a vacation for how long? Couple of millennia?

Johnny 13: Sup. Danny: F*ck off, Johnny, I’m not in the mood. Busy thinking about world domination. Get out of here or I’ll call Kitty. Johnny 13: What’s wrong? You’re usually so grouchy only towards the end of the week. Danny: Nothing. Just parents. Again. They are wonderful but I can’t help but feel sometimes that they, em… Johnny 13: Suck? Danny: Right…Damn. I’m a terrible son. Maybe something is wrong with me. Johnny 13: What? No, no, dude. You’re just growing up. And you’re a little late, usually teenagers go through that stage before they graduate. Well, you’ve probably been busy with other issues, so just missed it. Danny: I wonder whose fault it is. Aren’t there ghosts who enjoyed to ruin my life in the middle of school day?

Johnny 13: Oh, bother. Anyway, you’re entering a beautiful time of emancipation, where you’re going to shape your own view of life and, along the way, to get drunk on cheap alcohol at parties, maybe to go to jail and to become the greatest disappointment to your family..And then you will be ashamed to remember it for about the next ten years. Danny: Well, it looks like I’ve already done two out of three additional things. Great success. Johnny 13: When did you get drunk? Danny: I didn’t. Johnny 13: Oh. Want to fix that? Danny: What? No. What an idiot wants to add a headache to his problems? Johnny 13: Well, your loss, then I’ll go terrorize the bars of Gotham alone and no one can stop me. Let’s see what your boyfriend will say about it. ~~~~~ Danny: Bartender, another shot of Dead Man’s Fingers, please. Red Hood: Babe, haven’t you had enough? Danny: Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you try, no matter how many sacrifices you make, in their eyes you’ll always be nothing more than a monster? Nothing more than a mistake? Oh, Death doesn’t give people like me a break. Red Hood: …I’ll have what he’s having. *gives the bartender a sign to switch the rum shots to a batburger milkshake for them, and starts talking to Danny so that he doesn’t understand Hood's scams*

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Johnny 13: Other people’s kids are growing up so fast. It seems like yesterday he didn’t know how to shoot ectoblast, and now.. Kitty: Stop trying to make me feel bad, we’re leaving. Johnny 13: But the boy needs our support, honey boo!

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Danny: I'm fine. Really, I am. This isn’t the first time mom’s called me a monster. She often called me that when she was upset with my behavior in my childhood. Huh, it's even funny. Jason: There’s nothing funny about that. Danny: No, you don’t understand. Looking back, I was really a very active child and didn’t know when to stop. Not surprisingly that I often annoyed my parents. They’re very busy people, and Jazz couldn’t always keep an eye on me. And I was often afraid to go to sleep alone because there were shadows in the darkness of my room. Well, I used to think they were. But I pretended everything was okay to not distract parents from work. Jason: Hey, it’s not your fault. You were a child. Obviously, kiddo requires a lot of attention, they must have understood that. You are the second child in the family, right? Danny: Well, Jazz was different. I don’t know. Anyway, I thought if the monsters behind the curtain and under the bed were just like me, well, according to my mom, you know, then they wouldn’t want to hurt me. And since they look after me, they are friends. So I kinda greeted all the suspicious noises and howls. Huh, I was a strange kid. Jason: If you smile at someone in the dark alley right now that someone is more likely to wet themselves or faint. Danny: Rude! I’m not that scary. Admit that I’m adorable. Do it right now. Jason: Stunning, darling. But still carry a gun and a knife, please. My childhood taught me that what's hiding in the dark is worth beating up. Danny: Come on, what should I be afraid of? Death? Anyway, I want to try this shit. Like, the inevitable one. Being a bad boy, you know? Hood *raises eyebrows*. Danny: Oh damn it man, I'm talking about ghostliness. I want to try to be like most of dead ones. I want to unleash my side of the trickster and the villain. But only a little bit. I have to be supervised so that things don't go too far. Would you help me, honey?

~~~~~2 hours later~~~~

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Goons used to expect a lot of weirdness from working with the boss.

Sometimes Bruce Wayne would go into their base and yell at the Red Hood like he's one of his kids. Of course Wayne's well-known as 'Gotta adopt them all' but the guy must really suffer from insomnia to count the Red Hood into his brood of chicks several times. Sometimes the boss would fight Robin or Nightwing over differences in morals…or for biscuits. It varied from moment to moment. Sometimes the boss caught the local street children, fed them and taught them to steal correctly. And most of the foundlings stayed with them under their protection.

To make a long story short, Red Hood is not the typical crime lord that some of them had to deal with before. Which is a blessing. Thanks Lord for the health insurance. But still the crime lord. Which means he's still scary, and sometimes deadly.

Anyway, when the boss brought in a guy who looked more civilian than any civilian in the whole Gotham and said he was going to be their intern, they thought it was a joke at first. Despite the fact that Hood was not in the habit of joking while working.

The teenager was too well-mannered and sweet to come from Crime Alley. Phil thought the guy was gonna run when he saw the first murder, Jessica didn’t think the domestic boy wouldn’t chicken out at the sight of a fight. But arguing with a boss’s orders in their profession is like asking for a bullet in the head, so these conversations were taking place outside of their boss's sight. God, how can they teach him anything? What do you take from a boy who’s only good to do the coffee run? Fenton will fall if they’ll give him something heavier than 10 pounds. And then boss will yell at them because he treats the new guy like a princess on a pea. Well, at least that’s what they thought until the boss decided to give the new guy his own assignments:

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Red Hood: So, what have you learned during your internship, my young Padawan? Danny: Well, it looks like I’m gonna suck at being a criminal mastermind. I think I may have to find myself some other profession. Red Hood: Come on, you just need a little more practice. Danny: Thank you but I don’t think that’s fit my obsession that good. Don't misunderstand me, I wanna be like most ghosts. But I was wrong to go to hit that goal only base on human stereotypes about my nature. Red Hood: What a pity. The newbies just learned not to flinch when you walk in. But, to be honest, I'm not gonna miss the adrenaline-boosting roller coaster of you at work. Danny: Oh, and I guess to hold on to the concept of humanity was really stupid too. I clearly no longer fit in and I’m finally ready to accept that. So, hopefully, if you get into trouble, you can rely on my ghostliness and call for help. I am the spirit of many talents and of my word. I can haunt your enemies or walk through the walls of Arkham Asylum. Whatever you need, I’ll be here. Red Hood: I’ll bear that in mind.

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc au #dpxdc memes #dpxdc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dead on main #dead on main ship #alcohol

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sturniololuvz · 3 months ago

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“A Day in the Life of the Sturniolos (and Their Tiny Tornado)”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings : none

Morning Wake-Up Call

The sun was just starting to shine through the blinds of the Sturniolo household, but one particular four-year-old was still deep in dreamland. While the triplets were already up and moving, their little sister, Y/N, was not ready to start her day.

Chris sighed dramatically as he stood outside her bedroom door. “Alright, who’s waking her up today?”

“Not it,” Nick said immediately, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

Matt groaned. “Dude, I did it yesterday. It’s your turn, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes but stepped into Y/N’s room anyway. As expected, she was completely knocked out, curled up under her favorite blanket, hugging a stuffed animal that was almost as big as her.

Chris knelt beside her and gently shook her arm. “Y/N, time to wake up.”

Y/N groaned and turned her face deeper into the pillow. “Nooo, weave me ‘lone, Chwis…”

Chris smirked, pulling the blanket off her slowly. “C’mon, you gotta get up. It’s breakfast time.”

“Nope.”

“Nick made pancakes,” Chris bribed.

One of Y/N’s eyes peeked open. “Pancakes?”

“Yup.”

She groaned but finally sat up, rubbing her tiny fists against her eyes. “Fine.”

Chris scooped her up and carried her downstairs, where Matt and Nick were already at the table.

“Look who finally woke up,” Matt teased.

Nick slid a small plate in front of her. “One stack of pancakes, extra syrup, and cut into tiny pieces. Just how the princess likes it.”

Y/N giggled sleepily. “Tank you, Nickie.”

Chris sat beside her, pouring himself some juice. “Alright, what’s on the agenda today?”

Nick shrugged. “Y/N’s probably gonna want to play after this.”

Y/N nodded quickly, stuffing her face with a bite of pancake. “I wanna play supewhewoes!”

Matt groaned. “Oh God, last time we played that, she punched me in the stomach ‘cause I was the ‘bad guy.’”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, maybe let her win this time.”

Y/N grinned mischievously. “I gonna fight da bad guys!”

Morning Playtime

After breakfast, the triplets followed Y/N into the living room, where she immediately started throwing couch pillows around.

“Alright, Y/N,” Chris said, ducking as she tossed another pillow. “What’s the mission today?”

“We gotta save da teddy beaws!” she declared, pointing to her stuffed animals trapped under a pile of blankets.

Nick gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Who took them?”

Y/N put her hands on her hips. “Da evil pillow monster!”

Matt sighed. “Why do I feel like I’m the pillow monster?”

Y/N giggled and grabbed one of the couch pillows, holding it over her head. “I gonna fight you, Mattie!”

Chris smirked. “RIP, dude.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Matt started, but it was too late. Y/N launched the pillow at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Nick lost it, laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch. “Bro, you just got bodied by a four-year-old.”

Matt groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just save the teddy bears before she actually knocks me out.”

Lunchtime & Nap Struggles

After an hour of saving stuffed animals and fighting imaginary villains, the triplets finally convinced Y/N to take a break for lunch.

Chris placed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. “Here ya go, kid.”

Y/N pouted. “I wanted dino nuggies…”

Nick ruffled her hair. “We’ll have those for dinner. Eat your sandwich first, bub.”

She let out a dramatic sigh but took a tiny bite. “Fine…”

Matt watched her struggle to keep her eyes open between bites. “Alright, after this, nap time.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. “NOOO!”

Chris smirked. “Yes.”

“NOOO, I NOT TIRED!” she whined, crossing her arms.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Really? Then why were you just falling asleep at the table?”

Y/N gasped as if he had just exposed her darkest secret. “I WAS NOT!”

Matt shook his head. “Alright, c’mon, kiddo. You either take a nap or you turn into a grumpy gremlin.”

“I AM NOT A GWEMLIN!”

Chris leaned in. “You kinda are when you don’t sleep.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, but her little head was already nodding forward.

Nick sighed, standing up. “Alright, let’s go, nap time.”

“Nooo…”

But before she could protest more, Matt picked her up, and within seconds, she was out cold on his shoulder.

Chris smirked. “Told you she was tired.”

Afternoon Chaos & an Argument

An hour later, Y/N woke up much happier and ready to cause chaos.

“Mattieee,” she whined, climbing onto his lap. “I wanna pway!”

“Alright, alright, what do you wanna do?”

Before Y/N could answer, Nick and Matt started bickering over something dumb.

“Dude, I literally just said—”

“No, you don’t listen—”

Chris groaned. “Are you guys seriously arguing right now?”

“STOP FIWHTIN’!” Y/N yelled, stomping her tiny foot.

Matt and Nick immediately froze.

Nick sighed. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Matt ruffled her hair. “Yeah, sorry, munchkin.”

Chris smirked. “Man, she really shut you guys up quick.”

Dinner, Bath, and Bedtime Battles

For dinner, the triplets made Y/N’s favorite—dino nuggets and mac & cheese.

Chris placed the plate in front of her. “There ya go, kid. Feast like the dinosaur queen you are.”

Y/N gasped. “DA DINOS ARE BACK?!”

Nick laughed. “They never left, dude.”

Matt sat beside her, watching as she grabbed a nugget and made it ‘walk’ across the table. “RAWR, I eat da mac & cheese!” she announced before dunking the nugget into the cheese and taking a big bite.

Chris smirked. “That was aggressive.”

“I’m a dino. Dinos awe ‘gessive.”

Nick shook his head with a smile. “You got me there.”

After dinner, bath time was the next battle.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Matt said, holding her tiny pajamas in his hand.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NOOO, I WANNA PWAY MORE!”

Chris crossed his arms. “You just played for like two hours.”

“I NEED MORE!”

Nick sighed, walking over and picking her up. “C’mon, stinkbug. You’re getting in the bath before we need a hazmat team.”

Y/N giggled but still tried to escape, kicking her feet. “NOOO, NICKIE, NO BAF!”

Matt followed behind. “If you don’t take a bath, you’ll be smelly.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide. “I NOT SMAWEY!”

Chris smirked. “Then prove it. Take a bath.”

Y/N groaned dramatically. “Fine…”

Once she was in the tub, she turned it into a whole ocean adventure, splashing water everywhere.

“Y/N, dude—” Chris blocked his face from the water. “Are you trying to drown us?”

“It’s a big wave!” she giggled, kicking her feet.

By the time they got her washed and dried, everyone was soaked.

Nick ran a hand through his wet hair. “Bro, I feel like I just swam laps at a water park.”

Matt sighed. “Let’s just get her in pajamas before she tries to jump back in.”

The Final Battle: Bedtime

Once Y/N was dressed, the hardest part of the day arrived—getting her to sleep.

Chris carried her to her bed. “Alright, kiddo, bedtime.”

“Nope.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Dude, it’s late.”

“Nope.”

Matt rubbed his face. “Y/N…”

Y/N wiggled under the blankets. “I NOT TIWED!”

Chris sighed. “You say that every night, and every night, you pass out within five minutes.”

“I WON’T TONIGHT!”

Nick smirked. “Wanna bet?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “I bet a miwwion bucks!”

Matt chuckled. “You don’t even have a million bucks.”

“I do in my imagination.”

Chris shook his head, pulling the blanket over her. “Alright, whatever you say, boss. Now close your eyes.”

“But—”

“Shhh.”

Y/N huffed dramatically but finally settled into the pillow.

“Goodnight, stinker,” Nick whispered, brushing some hair from her face.

“Night, Nickie…”

Matt and Chris leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, troublemaker.”

“Night, Mattie… night, Chwis…”

The triplets turned off the light and tiptoed out.

As soon as they closed the door, Chris smirked. “Three… two… one…”

Silence.

Nick grinned. “Out like a light.”

Matt stretched. “Dude, I don’t know how she fights bedtime so hard every night.”

Chris sighed. “She’s four, man. Chaos is her job.”

Nick chuckled. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And with that, the house finally fell silent—until tomorrow, when the chaos would start all over again.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt stuniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sister sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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howi99 · 2 months ago

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The Nest chapter 3

2 years after Jaune unlocked his aura

7 yo Jaune: *meditating, barely managing to control his own aura until it unleashes in a bang, shattering it* Damn it!

8 yo Vernal: *already able to control her aura flawlessly, looking smugly at Jaune* Well? What's wrong? You had 1 whole year to practice before i did and you can't even control the basics?

Jaune: *gritting his teeth* I'm doing my best, Vern!

Vernal: *grinning* Obviously you're not trying hard enough. Or maybe I am the genius between us two, hm?

Jaune: *annoyed* At least "I" can use my semblance! You still can't find yours!

Vernal: *Wince* W-well… I-it's probably because it's so amazingly awesome, i can't use it yet! *trying to comfort herself* Y-yeah, that's why...

Jaune: *feeling bad for poking at her insecurity* S-sorry... *Looking at the ground* I shouldn't have said that... *Looking at Vernal with puppy eyes* But can you stop making fun of me? I'm really trying, but it's like trying to hold on water!

Vernal: ... *Turning around with a slight blush* F-fine...

Vernal's mother: *looking through her tent flap* Vernal! Dinner's ready!

Vernal: *lighting up* Coming ma! *Looking at Jaune* Let's train later, ok?

Jaune: Oh uh, yeah-

Vernal: *already running to her family tent with a smile*

Jaune: ... *Sigh, picking up his bow and arrow* I hope there's something nearby, *smile, trying to make light of the situation* I'm famished!

_ a bit later _

Vernal: *annoyed, tapping her foot on the ground* Where is he?! I've been waiting for an hour already! *Hearing a discussion near her* Hm?

Adult 1: Tsk, fucking grimms's been lurking around recently. Saw some boarbatusk footprints near the camp.

Adult 2: Wait, really? Aw man, the little guy that follows the boss everywhere just went hunting not too long ago.

Vernal: ... Uh?

Adult 1: Isn't that the one who can heal the wounded? *Scoff* What a weakling power that is! Only good to be a slave i'd say.

Vernal: *recoil* W-what?

Adult 2: *sigh* Shame, the kid was good at getting me some fish. But i guess it's one weakling less to look after. *Sees Vernal begin to run out of camp* hm?

Adult 1: *shake his head* Just another one of those brainwashed kids. he probably will die too.

Adult 2: ... Dude, that's your niece who just ran off.

Vernal's uncle: ... *Sigh* I should warn the boss... Later.

_ _ _

Jaune: *breaking the neck of a rabbit, putting it in his bag alongside the fruits and mushrooms he plucked out* Should be good for the week. *Putting his bag on his back, looking at his compass then at the sun, wincing* Yesh, Vernal's going to kill me at this rate! It's already well past 3!

*Crack!*

Jaune: *turning his head, trying to figure out the sounds* ... *Sigh* Breathing. Not a grimm. *Sees the deers walking nearby* And those would have alerted me anyway. *Shaking his head with a smile* there's nothing to be afraid of.

_ _ _

Vernal: *running in the forest, trying to find Jaune as quickly as possible* (Jaune can't protect himself! If i'm not there, he's going to get himself killed, like a dumbass!) *her fear and anxiety through the roof* J-JAUNE THERE ARE GRIMMS NEAR! GET BAC-

*!*

Vernal: *Hitting her face in something hard, recoiling with pain* OW! *Rubbing her head, angrily* The hell was-

Boarbatusk: *slowly turning around, it's evil eyes looking straight at his next victim with a growl,

Vernal: *losing color in her face, her legs shakily trying to make her move backward* -that...

_ _ _

"...near! Get bac-"

Jaune: Wait, isn't that- *hear screaming, dropping everything except for his weapon and sprinting in the direction of said scream* Damn it! Didn't she listen to anything Raven says!?

_ _ _

Vernal: *desperately climbing a tree, holding her grips on the thickest branch with dear life* H-HELP!

Boarbatusk: *trying to climb said tree, almost biting her ankle off, had she not managed to get herself up in time*

Vernal: *crying* SOMEONE, HELP!!!

Boarbatusk: *stepping back, to give itself momentum to hit the tree*

Vernal: *almost letting go of the branch, the shock vibrating in her arms* HELP!

Boarbatusk: *stepping back even more readying itself for an even harder hit*

Vernal: *realising what was going to happen, close her eyes* (I just wanted to help my friend...)

*FLASH*

Jaune: *using his aura* HEY, YOU SON OF A BITCH, LEAVE MY FRIEND ALONE!

Vernal: *opening her eyes, seeing Jaune shooting an arrow at the beast, it breaking on impact* Jaune..?

Jaune: *seeing the grimm turning to him* YEAH, FOLLOW ME YOU UGLY BASTARD! *shoot another arrow, gouging out one of the beast eyes*

Boarbatusk: *enraged, begin running after Jaune*

Jaune: *start running away, zigzagging between the trees*

_ _ _

Raven: *Strangling Vernal's Uncle* I SHOULD MAKE A RUG OUT OF YOUR SKIN!

Vernal's Uncle: *turning blue from the lack of oxygen*

Vernal: *running in camp, out of breath*

Raven: *turning to the young girl* Vernal! *Walking to her with a sigh of relief, still strangling the SOAB* You are safe, that's good.

Vernal: *looking up, breathing as best she can* Jaune- Help!

Raven: *dropping the useless piece of shit* What?

Vernal: *crying* Boarbatusk, J-Jaune! HELP!

_ _ _

Jaune: *out of breath, looking down his hunting trap, the grimm slowly dissolving as the spikes pierced its body* God, that was hard! *Sigh* Good things you can't take a turn, you fat fuck!

Jaune: *hearing the sound of the portal opening behind him, turning around* Oh, hi tea- *get slapped* OW! *Looking angrily at Raven* What the hell!?

Raven: *shaking her hands with a frown* That's for going out without telling me, dumbass! *Walking to him, gripping him by the shirt and lifting him up* i told you there were grimms nearby!

Jaune: *rolling his eyes* And i know how to take care of them!

Raven: You? I did. *Point the terrified Vernal* But what about her, uh!? SHE WENT AFTER YOU BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE!

Jaune: *looking at Vernal in shock* W-what?! But why!?

Vernal: *still crying, sniffling loudly* Y-you're my *sniffle* my best friend! *Sniffle, hugging him*

Raven: *sigh, releasing Jaune* Because you didn't warn me, she almost got herself killed... *Rubbing her eyes* But that's my own failure, since i couldn't even see how rotten the guards were. *Spitting on the ground* I swear, not even telling me you went out by yourself... *Gritting her teeth* They are lucky to be some of the few with aura, or i would have killed them on the spot!

Jaune: *patting his friend's head* ...

Raven: *taking a look at the dissolving grimm* ... *Sigh, then chuckle* Wanna know something funny?

Jaune: *perplexed* What?

Raven: *pointing to the pit* That thing was an alpha. Congratulations kids, you're officially the youngest adult of the tribes.

Jaune: ... Does that means-

Raven: I will slap you again if you believe i'll let you drink beer before you are at least 16... Saphron would kill me in my sleep if i did.

#jaune arc #vernal #raven branwen #rwby #rwby au #from the nest au

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madamechrissy · 7 months ago

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Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings- MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - Soft Toji!! This chapter-fluffy cuteness, spitting, rough sex, oral (both reveiving) Toji is freaky till the end lol, mommy/daddy kink

ꕥ Word Count- this chap- 4k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

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Final Chapter- Chapter 14

Three Years Later

“I punch daddy!” Your three year old little girl Mio is currently punching Toji Fushiguro, he’s on the floor on his back, pretending her punches are as powerful as any anime character surely. You’re giggling as you hold your other little girl, Mai, who was almost two now. Toji really knocked you up back to back.

“Dada, Dada, save Dada!” She whines now, and you giggle and let her down, as she fights to save her dad from Mio’s evil clutches.

“Yes Mai, save Dada please!” He pleads, as Mio is kicking him with her little feet playfully, giggling, and Mai is pulling on his hands. “Your sister, she’s so evil! Just like her Mama!”

“Hey now!” You flip him off, sticking your tongue out, and he chuckles at you, as Mai ‘helps’ him up. “No, Mai, punch daddy too.”

“No, love Dada!” Mai jumps up and down and Toji scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her tummy, you melt as you always do watching him with them. Mio is jumping up as well, so Toji snatches them each up in his arms, walking to you then, big grin on his handsome face.

“Love mama too though, hmm?” He says to Mai, and she reaches for you with her little hand, you give both girls kisses, then kiss Toji softly, giggling at them.

“Love mama!” They both shout.

“Are you all excited for Gumi coming over?” You ask them, and they squeal, especially Mio, she just adores Megumi.

“I’m excited for it.” Toji says as he puts them down and they are running around, pulling you against him, his tone dropping. You are blushing now, as he sinks his hands into your hips, much wider after your kids then before, but Toji loves them. Toji loves everything about you.

“I’m excited too.” You admit with a whisper, since Megumi and his girlfriend were coming to pick the girls up for the weekend. “It’s been so long since we’ve had any alone time.”

“I know doll, shit don’t I know. Wish I could knock you up again.” He whispers in your ear and you gasp.

“Thank god you can’t, two is plenty!”

“Mmm, wanted a boy.”

“You have one, and you named him a girl name.”

“Hey now!” You’re both laughing softly, as he pecks little kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll go get them ready for the weekend! I’m gonna miss them.”

“I know, me too, but I also really wanna be alone.”

“Old perv.” You stick your tongue out, and he smirks, his dark green eyes glinting and crinkling at the corners.

“You’re not so young now, old lady. My old lady.”

“The fuck I am!” You shove at him and he smacks and grabs your ass as you run by, and Toji’s phone rings.

“What’s up Dad.” You hear Shiu screaming over the phone, and you snort in laughter then. “Fine, fine. They’re great, Megs is snatching em up for the weekend. You still coming for Thanksgiving?”

Shiu and Toji were friends, after a few years of constant side remarks, though Shiu still has some in his arsenal you think. “Tell Dad I love him!” You shout, as you pick up Mai, holding your hand for Mio. “Let’s go get ready, lovely girls!”

“My baby girl says she loves you, Shiu- she is my baby girl- it’s not perverted, heh well maybe it is- now you don’t have to say that!” Toji is shouting out, and you roll your eyes, some things don’t really change.

“Gumi, Gumi!” Mio keeps shouting, and Megumi and his pretty girlfriend walk in, hugging you tightly, as they then hug the girls.

“Brudder, brudder!” Mai says, and he’s chuckling, his usually serious side melts away around them.

“Gumi missed you babies. Ugh c’mere.” He hugs them tightly, and then they go and hug his girlfriend, who you notice has a ring, gasping.

“Fiance!?” You ask, and she blushes, nodding.

“He asked me just the other day, we haven’t shared with many people just yet.” She says softly, holding her hand out for you to look at the ring, as Toji walks out and looks now.

“Holy shit, Megs you gettin’ married kid?” Megumi’s cheeks flush a bit, and he pops a kiss on her cheek.

“I am, not just yet of course, we’re thinking about next year.”

“Holy fuck I’m so happy for you!” You squeal out, you love his girlfriend, Megumi has gotten so soft for her it’s fucking adorable, though he’s still very much Megumi.

“Thank you.” He pops a kiss on your head, smiling.

“Damn, you’re gonna be a grandma soon.” Toji says to you, and you gasp, smacking at his big strong chest. “Step Grandma?”

“Fuck you, Toji! Ugh!”

“The children, language, brat.” He huffs, as you scowl up at him, and Megumi snorts and rolls his eyes.

“You two clearly need this break. Oh, and she’s not my step mom, I don’t care if you’re married. Still not.”

“Exactly!”

“But as for kids, maybe.” His fiance says, and you squeal at that.

“Maybe.” He agrees quietly.

“Holy shit I’m gonna be a grandpa soon.” Toji comes and smacks Megumi in the back, you suppose that’s their affection, ruffling Megumi’s perfect spikes, making him smack his dad’s hand in disgust. You giggle at them.

“Yeah, yeah. Not just yet. So, are you girls ready to have some fun?” He asks then, as you’re carrying their bags to the car. “That’s way too much shit for a weekend, jesus.”

“She overdoes everything.” Toji mutters behind you, earning your tongue sticking out and his smirk.

“If you all need anything you can bring them back, you all can call me any time. Really if it’s too much I-”

Megumi puts his hands on your shoulders then. “Hey, take a breath, they’re my little sisters, I’ve got it.”

You exhale then, emotional as you watch them giggling with Megumi’s girl, she is strapping them into their carseats carefully. She smiles back at you. “I am looking forward to this, I love these little girls.”

“Ugh, I love you all. I’m not used to this much time away.”

“You all clearly need it.” He says with a snort, as Toji comes behind you and wraps his big strong arms on your waist. You sink into the embrace as Megumi slides in his car, and waves at you two, as you wave back.

“Love you guys! Love you babies!” You shout, and when they drive off you look to Toji, and see it in his eyes, his desire for you, as you brush your hand down his cheek, where he’s clearly shaved this morning, a little nick on his tanned skin. “Did you shave just for me, Daddy?” You tease.

“Sure did, wonder if you shaved f’me, brat.” You giggle, biting your lower lip a bit then.

“Maybe I did, gotta catch me to find out!” You giggle, running into the house then, and he chases after you quickly with his long ass legs, as you’re dodging side to side, ducking every time he tries to catch you. “Getting slow old man?’

“Slow? I’ll show you slow, brat.” He huffs, then he’s lept across the table to snatch you up in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder and smack your ass. You gasp breathlessly at that, as you’re up too high, and he’s smacking your ass hard, making it sting. “Got you, lil mama.”

“Oh, fuck let me down!” You shout, punching at his strong back, but he’s setting you on the dining room table, and you squeal when he’s yanking your shorts off. “On the table!?”

“Of course, fine dining you know. Gonna eat at the table like a gentleman.” You can’t help but buck your hips up when he’s sitting down at the chair and spreading your thighs, looking at you hungrily. “Fuck your pussy is so pretty.”

“Need you, please.” You whine out, because it’s been a while since you all had any energy to do anything with the kids, and Toji does work a lot to take care of you all, you miss him so bad. He licks his lower lip, smirking.

“Ya begging, Ma?”

“I can, shit. Please, please…”

“Please what Ma?” He kisses up your thighs, nipping your inner thigh, and you’re whining out at it, hands in his silky dark hair which he’s just got the cutest undercut on.

“Please let me cum on your handsome face, Toji Fushiguro.” You whisper, and then cry out as he swipes his tongue up your slit.

“Good girl, asking the right way.” He says, then he’s devouring your pussy, spreading your lips and shoving his tongue in your entrance, that long tongue sliding in past your gummy little walls, and you’re trembling everywhere, throbbing around the wet muscle fucking you so good.

“Toji!” You cry out, and he moans against you, nose bumping your sensitive clit, his eyes dilated as they look up at you under his dark lashes, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs, brutal in that grip. You feel your body react violently to it, to him going so hard, when he’s been so sweet lately.

You all always had to be quiet, and though the sex was freaky you couldn’t ever let go like this, and fuck it feels good, your screams echoing in the quiet cabin you all call home. Your ring is glinting as you tug at his hair, grinding your hips up for more and more of his tongue, of his mouth, of his teeth. Toji’s moaning against you, vibrating your clit as he moves his mouth to your clit.

Toji slides two thick fingers inside your soppy little entrance, and you scream out then, shaking and trembling as he’s sucking your clit in his mouth, and your pussy is drooling down his mouth, as he fucks you with his fingers over and over so quick. You’re falling apart on the table, clinging to his hair so hard you’re yanking it, and Toji’s drinking you up, the sounds so obscene in the quiet house.

“Oh my… c-cumming, cumming!” Your words are breathy, barely audible, then you shatter as you cum so good, and he’s moaning louder against your pussy, squishing sounds loud as his fingers work in easier and easier. “Toji!”

“Mmm, good girl. Cum s’good f’me, don’t ya?” Toji’s leaned up, face covered in you, and your tummy trembles when he’s sliding your shirt up. “Lemme see you, take the fuckin’ shirt off.”

You giggle then, as you take off your top, your breasts bouncing out, and he exhales as he looks at you, hand sliding up your tummy to grip a breast, squishing it and making you whine out in pleasure at his big, rough hands on you. Then he’s slid three fingers inside you, and you gasp at it, too full with his thick fingers, you’re wriggling but he holds you down with a smirk.

“Can’t take three fingers, fuckin brat?”

“Fuck you, Toji. Ah!” He shoves them in then, scowling at you and leaning over you, smacking your face gently with his hand, only serving to make you bite your lip as you’re cumming all over his fingers again, eyes rolling back.

“Ya never fixed this goddamn attitude, over four years of this shit.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, earning a deeper scowl on his handsome features. “And ya can laugh? I need to fix that.”

Suddenly he’s bent you over the table, spreading your thighs, and dropping down his sweats, shoving his thick length in your pussy to the hilt. You scream as you cling to the table, but he’s got both your arms behind you in a flash, grabbing your wrists and pressing them up your back. Your breasts are pressed against the cold wood table as he presses in deeper.

“F-fuck, too much, too much!” You’re whimpering, and he chuckles, leaning over you and kissing between your shoulder blades, as you’re helpless to him, as he’s pumping in and out and stretching you so deliciously.

“All that talk today, can’t back it up huh? Can’t take dick?”

“Your dick is huge, fucking… dick! Ow!” Toji smacks your ass harder than before, leaving a handprint that’s bruising, and the cool air hits it, making you shake and whine as you get wetter.

“You never learn your fuckin lesson, do ya doll?” He whispers, leaning forward as your legs dangle off the damn table so he can fuck you properly, your wrists captured in his big grip, you’re just helpless to him.

“Need… need lots of lessons, daddy.” Your words are broken by moans as Toji rails your little pussy, pushing his tip against your g spot over and over, as you’re blinded by how good it feels, face against his table as he fucks you over and over.

“Drooling all over huh, doll? All over the table, where's your manners?” He’s huffing as his free hand swipes the drool pooling from your lips, cupping you under your chin, and you can’t form a word, you’re too overwhelmed by how good it feels. How rough he’s being as he lets your wrists go, numb from his grip, and he’s turning you to face him, tilting your chin up.

Your eyes lock, and it’s not just how good the sex feels that hits you, it’s how much you love him, how much he loves you, how much he wants you every fucking day, even when you’re such a mess with the kids. Even when you’re in pajamas and a messy bun, even with little stretchies, he loves them. In fact, his hands are sliding up them even now.

“Beautiful fuckin’ brat.” He says, and you can’t stop your grin as you slide your hands up his chest, still in that tight white shirt, wrapping around his neck as he lifts your ass on the table, kissing you so deeply. “Ya gonna take dick right or not?”

“I can do it!” He snorts then, but he’s gentle when he’s pressing back in, and your thighs are wrapped around his lithe hips, as he pushes back past that tight ring of muscles, and your walls flutter around him. “Oh my god…”

“Fuck…” You both moan the words at the same time, and now Toji is cupping your face in a big hand, thumb trailing across your lower lip. “Pretty little brat.”

“Handsome old man.” He shoves in harder then, and you gasp out, head falling back as he’s rocking in so deep, pressing his tip into your cervix, and you’re shaking as you cling to him.

“Old man this, old man that. You love cummin on this dick, don’t ya?” You nod desperately, as he picks you up again, and shoves you against the kitchen wall, you cling to him helplessly, watching him with vision fading in and out as he’s fucking you against it now. “Cum f’me, now lil brat.”

“Fuck.” You’re screaming as you do, as you’re dripping down his length, down to the fucking floor beneath you both, and he’s taking you over, one hand bracing against the wall and the other on your ass, pumping in and out. “Toji, Toji… love you, love you, fuck…”

“Love you, bitchy ass brat.” You giggle a bit breathless, sticking your tongue out, only to get fucked harder, but you’re craving it, falling apart in his hold, he makes you feel so goddamn good, so tiny in his big arms, as he takes over everything you are. You both kiss desperate and hungry.

“Mmm, mmm!” You’re whining into his mouth now, and soon you’re rocking your hips against him, until he’s carried you to the couch, and has you on top of him, looking up at you, as you’re weakly moving.

“Fuck, perfect body, ma. So sexy riding me.” His words urge your weak legs along, his moans are like some fuel for your energy, as he’s sucking on your nipples, taking them into his hot mouth, and you’re clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in, making him hiss. “Cunt so tight around me, how are you still so tight?”

“Mmm.” You can’t answer his question, not when you feel him throbbing in your pussy, feel his tip thickening as you’re grinding right on it, so deep, so full you feel him everywhere. He’s kissing and squeezing and biting every bit of your lush breasts, leaving red marks everywhere, as his eyes drink your body in.

“So sexy, look at you. Pretty lil doll.” He whispers, your back is arching, pressing your breasts further towards his face, he’s devouring them, finding your clit then with the rough pad of one of his thumbs, you’re screaming out, unable to function. “Cum with me, lemme feel that tight lil cunt on me.”

“Fuck, Toji!! Too much, shit…”

“You can do it, don’t tap out.” He takes over then, fucking up into you, and your tits are bouncing as your hair is falling down your back, and you’re cumming with him, as he fills you up, groaning sexy from the back of his throat, yanking you against him. Your tongues are messy and desperate as they work against each other, as he’s pumping you so full.

“Yes, yes, fill me Daddy.” You whine out, making him shove you down by your hips even more, as your cum and his is dripping out down his length.

“F-fuck… Fuck you feel s’good, mama.” He whispers, kissing your throat as you’re rocking against him gently, riding the aftershocks of your climax, shivering in his arms as he strokes you back with his hand, pulling you against him.

“Mnh, I’m not used to getting fucked like that lately. Shit.”

“If ya could keep quiet we could, loud ass.”

“Hey, you’re loud!”

“Uh-uh, that’s you.” You giggle, sighing as he eases out, leaving you dripping all over. “Fuck, look at this mess you made!? Gonna clean it up housewife?”

“I work too, but… fuck yeah I’ll clean it up.” You get on your knees eagerly, between his spread thighs, Toji is caressing your face as you slip your tongue up his cock, tracing the wrapping veins, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.

“So slutty still, huh?” He is brushing your hair back as you suck him now, swirling your tongue on his tip, tasting all his cum and yours mixed together.

“We taste so good together.”

“Yeah, come spit it in my mouth.” You blush, Toji’s freakiness was always a lot to handle. “Getting shy, huh?”

“No, but I haven’t done that. You spit in my mouth.”

“Switch it up, ol’ lady.”

“Old my ass.” You suck him up again, then he’s yanking you up, and you’re shoving your tongue in his mouth, full of both of you, and he’s groaning, as you share your cum and his between your tongues. “There.”

“Sexy ass. Fuck.” He’s picked you up again, and this time taking you to your bed, Toji’s stamina had not faded one bit, and in fact yours had kicked up to match, though at some points you couldn’t even keep up. “I’m gonna fuck you all goddamn weekend, till ya can’t walk straight.”

“Toji we said we’d go out tonight!”

“We’ll get there. Gonna be dripping cum.” He’s between your thighs again, lapping his cum out of your pussy, sore and beat up already.

“Fuck! Sensitive!” He chuckles, scooping out the remnants of his cum and yours, leaning over you and spitting it in a slow trail of saliva in your mouth. You’re already throbbing with need again, as he’s pressing your legs up, and you gasp. “Baby factory closed, Toji!”

He’s kissing your toes, your ankles, licking up your calves as his hard cock is pressing against you, tip on your clit that’s twitching under it, as you’re slicker and wetter, then when he presses in you’re cumming so hard you’re squirting all over him, making a mess. He groans at the sight, watching your pussy suck his cock in as your legs shake.

“Messy, messy girl, just f’me hmm?” You nod weakly, and he’s playing with the wetness, gasping then when he pulls out and pushes back in. “You get too tight after, fuck… gonna make me cum quick.”

“Can’t handle it, huh Daddy?” You tease, earning his glare that you love so much, you love him owning you, you love making him angry, to get fucked so goddamn good, over and over, you love being his little brat, his mama to his babies, love being his damn wife.

“You give me high blood pressure.” He huffs out, leaning down and pressing his heavy weight on you, and you laugh softly. He’s cupping your face, gently rocking in, as your ankles are over his shoulders, and you’re a whimpering mess under him.

“Worth it though?” You ask softly, and he eases your legs down, kissing you softer now, and you’re rolling your hips up to meet his, feeling so many emotions when he looks at you like that, when he’s brushing your hair back gently, exhaling.

“You’re worth everything, doll.” He says softly, and you feel tears well up at that, he blinks a bit, gulping as he studies you, taking a shaky breath. “Everything and more, fucking love you, so much. Don’t know how much I love you.”

“You don’t know how - ah- much I do.” You whisper, trembling as he’s kissing you again, his hands all over your body, rocking even more gently inside you. “Love you s’much… you’re worth everything.”

“Was worth every punch from your dad.” He teases now, making you laugh through your tears, as your hands trail down his back, and you’re gasping, as he’s bringing you higher and higher.

“Deserved em all, pervert.”

“Sure fuckin did. But look at what I got, fuck.” He’s gripping a tit now, sucking on it as he looks at you, and your head falls back into the bed in pleasure. “And I get you forever, don’t I?”

“Forever and ever.” You whisper back, dragging his lips up to yours, your husband, your love, your baby daddy, your perverted old ass Toji.

And you couldn’t be happier.

The End

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ct-multifandom · 15 days ago

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The Ruler Reactions

Gay people on national television! This one’s really long. If you read any one thing off this post let it be my analysis of Nath’s bedroom layout. Should I post that on its own, too?

Did they retcon his family to be ginger I’m confused. Oh wait no, I think the dad is, but the mom has brown hair? Curse the way they shade brown hair with orange highlights; it’s confusing, and it doesn’t help that Nath’s hair color right now looks more like his dad’s natural hair than his mom’s.

Nath’s miraculous is like a 〰️ shape

Pinkie Pie ass family dynamic

The dad, who I guess doesn’t have a name yet (?), is giving me basic businessman energy based on his outfit. He has a kind of douchey looking suit and aviator sunglasses

Dude their house is MASSIVE where do they even live?!?!? Is this one of those mansions that’s really far from central Paris? Like holy shit it’s huge and in one of the most expensive locations in the world, too. Is Shirel such a famous and successful architect that she’s that rich, or does the dad maybe have a very high-paying job?

Ew so the dad is one of those “I’m fine with gay people, but not everything has to be gay/ I’m okay with the distant, abstract concept of LGBTQ, but I don’t like to actually see it existing openly irl and deny it could apply to the people close to me” people

Local man prefers nonsensical, out-of-character het ship over well-developed and textually intentional same-sex relationship, hundred dead, thousands injured

Nice to see them making original stories instead of Ladybug rpf

You should talk to your good old pal Marc your buddy your bro

LMAO Marc has the same exact haircut as his mom. How did two boho hipster special brownie recipe Fleetwood Mac vinyl collection parents have such a Hot Topic son? Must be adopted

^ wait actually unironically might he be? I’m taking a closer look, and usually, they give the characters obviously similar features to their parents. His mom might have green eyes, and her mouth and chin shape look like him as well as maybe the ears, and obv they have the same hair texture. I don’t really see anything in common with the dad, though, and neither of their noses look like Marc’s, plus his skin tone is different from both of them and they have thinner eyebrows than him. We don’t know what color the dad’s hair used to be, but Marc clearly didn’t get it from his mom. It could be that the mom is his bio mom, but the dad is a stepdad?

The mom has a skirt with sun patterns and rainbow earrings. Nice to see her supporting her son’s character design motifs. How much do you wanna bet they all have pun names based on the sky like Sol(omon) or Sunny or Luna or Stella? Im putting all my money down, just look at the (a)Couffaines. I’m sure we’ll get more about them in another episode

Everyone’s got their shoes on the couch. Evil

Marc and Nathaniel’s moms would look like Ms Frizzle if they fused together

Marinette reminds me of that one Chris Fleming Gayle skit about cleaning the house. “get rid of the couch. We can’t let people know we sit!”

“I can’t go to school like this!” Because she’s embarrassed about snot and not because she’s ill. Hey Mari remember that time you starred in a COVID-19 PSA? What happened to that, did you learn nothing?

Okay so Diane is literally Nagito Komaeda I see how it is. Write this down for your Danganronpa AUs guys, she’s the ultimate lucky student. Sometimes I think about the early concept where the school they all go to is for elite and talented students… like girl that’s Danganronpa school. And that’s why all the kids are exceptionally good at at least one thing. Diane probably would’ve gotten accepted through some sort of lottery scholarship let’s be real. Side note, I saw the English dub gave her a South African accent which is so cute! They’ve been going off with foreign accents this season in all these different dubs

Marc has a rainbow “lightning bolt” logo of some sort on the back of his shirt

“Probably a jet plane” LMAO

So Marc really does have makeup on just one eye huh. Idk how I feel about that I mean it’s unique and the lightning bolt is kinda cool. I think I would’ve put the makeup and earring on opposite sides because it feels a bit unbalanced.

“It’s as if everything [the heroes] confronted led them to a final revelation” oh Adrien baby you weren’t there for your final revelation

“It’s our story, yours and mine” “it’s more than that, it’s our story, all of us!” Mylene is bi y’all I’ve been saying it. Myvan is bi4bi mark my words. “She’s wearing a pride pin because she’s an ally” you fools, that pin is for HER

To clarify, when she said that ^ I’m pretty sure it meant like the story represents the experiences of all queer people who read it and see themselves in it

Marc’s schoolbag has a tie-dye rainbow flap and the strap is studded like his belt. Nath’s is paint-splattered, and the flap has a comic book POW sunburst with a half-tone pattern and a graffiti tag. Gone are the days of everyone having bags that were the same assets, just randomly recolored in different pastel shades.

“I won’t hold it against you, it won’t change anything between us” <- lying, probably

Genuinely what is Nathaniel doing all day to get paint splatters all over his overalls, shoes, and bag? That’s one character design trope i do not enjoy because it’s so quirky Pinterest art hoe manic pixie dream girl, and it doesn’t even make sense because he’s almost always shown using pen and pencil, markers, and digital media. Show him painting more murals or something to justify this. Or give him a yellow Kanken, a huge reusable water bottle, and a phone case with a famous Impressionist painting on it idk.

^ also knowing how rich his family is now, the whole messy-on-purpose aesthetic is giving Coachella attendee idk like trust fund baby cosplaying as a Home Depot employee. Does this make any sense

Seeing Ziggy participating in all this and Nath asking for her opinion makes it even weirder that Ivan wasn’t talking to Stompp last time. See, Nath and Sabrina are making the most out of their free dogs.

The big nostrils they gave her are kind of distracting, though, and I feel like they make her less cute? If I were to draw a goat from memory I wouldn’t give it particularly large nostrils

He has the Adrienette fairytale AU art above his desk. “Oh Mariknight, we’re really in it now”

More epic art! This is still Avril Circus, right? I guess they really got into the romantasy genre

So obv the knights represent them, but I’m thinking are the helmets supposed to be like fur and feather themed to nod towards their hero designs? Is that a stretch?

“He’d rather lose his powers than his partner” that’s the line of the day right there ^ we are so coming back to that later as it shows how different Marc and Nath as well as Alya and Nino’s priorities are than Marinette’s

“They can’t lose their powers, it’s not fair” oh this is so foreshadowing. It also reminds me of the overarching idea that as a miraculous holder you can kind of just do whatever you want, and that you can create a third outcome instead of choosing between two bad things

Really interesting how Nath’s room is so huge, but only the tiny, hidden-away corner of his desk is decorated or representative of his personality in any way. The rest of the room is neutral and boring like it’s from a real estate catalogue, and is clearly in his mom’s style rather than his own. That shows how controlling she is and how even in his own bedroom the space represents what she wants without considering him. There’s even an abstract painting with harsh black smears and a bunch of eyes on it? It’s like his parents put that up to make him feel like he’s constantly being observed or scrutinized by them even when they aren’t physically there, which follows him away from home as well. Creepy af and reminds me of that one psychology thing where putting up posters of eyes is supposed to deter people from stealing. He has to shove his true self into one little corner as far from the door’s line of sight as possible where he can block what he’s doing with his back.

And this whole “true self vs my parents want me to be a certain way” thing is put in the context of homophobia in this episode, but I think it goes deeper than that. His sexuality and career plan are just two examples in what’s likely a constant stream of “hey you’re not existing correctly please fix that”

When Gabriel Agreste in s4 came out I made a post about the juxtaposed shots of Adrien and Marinette’s scenes with how Adrien’s house is oppressively empty and colorless while Marinette’s bedroom and visit to the art room were colorful, crowded, and filled with details full of personality and warmth. They’re doing it again with Marc and Nathaniel’s houses as a parallel to Marinette and Adrien, and showing us the Mariknight art from that episode solidifies the callback. Even then, despite the rest of the house being cold af, Adrien got to have a bunch of colorful games, music, and a TV in his bedroom even though he didn’t really choose which enrichment got thrown into his enclosure. As far as I can tell, Nathaniel just has art supplies. How is Shirel worse than Gabriel in this regard the bar is in hell

Nath rewrote the ending and Marc liked it better hm. He’s also taking poetry class. Before, Nath said he was bad at writing, but it seems like he’s improving. I wonder if they’re moving in the direction of him making solo comics later on. Not saying he and Marc are gonna stop working together or anything, but Nath wants to do this for a living and we don’t have any indication of what Marc wants to do yet, so there’s a chance comics might be a hobby project for him in the future. By which I mean when they’re adults, not like, later this season.

Nath hid what he was holding as soon as he heard the door that’s a reflex

LMAO they’re referencing the famous “does Adrien smell like cheese” fandom question

Talk about comic relief after all that stuff I just talked about ahaha

I hope the proof poster is gonna be up in the background of Marinette’s room from now on

Ok so they just look through his stuff in his room ok

“I’m okay with gay people as long as that doesn’t include you”

That mindset that you need to have a useful, stable job and make a ton of money and be productive 24/7 is like the Jewish version of the stereotypical “why no A+” Asian parents it’s like “you’re gonna pay our bills when we’re old, right? Why are you slacking off then, why no doctor or lawyer or business executive?”

Girl she threw that entire thick ass packet in the shredder with the BINDER CLIPS still on it?!? What kind of diamond drill bits are built into that thing

Oh hi Fred

First time a side character is abusing their powers for something stupid. I hope this won’t be a problem for him in the future,,, he’s a bit too casual about running around and transforming for personal reasons

Reverser callback, Nathaniel is once again doing destructive bullshit in the heat of the moment that will harm everyone involved instead of doing anything rational

No Alix for him to talk about his feelings with this time though :( when will platonic wife come home from the war

Thinking about that one analysis post I read that was posted forever ago where OP theorized/headcanoned that he has BPD you were so real for that

That was like a bajillion dollars worth of printer ink, rich kid

Maybe you should’ve talked to Marinette before going to school…

“So you were the jet plane?” Lmao

“Comic books are so you” “you’re only saying that because it’s all I’ve ever done” I mean he’s not exactly wrong about that. I don’t think he’s been shown to have any hobbies or specific skills outside of art

“Please respect my choice” callback to Penalteam when he said no to the miraculous and she was like… ok here it is anyway, see you at the akuma battle in five minutes

Aw that hug was sweet. Me personally though, I wouldn’t hug someone with a red nose and puffy eyes who just sneezed through the sound barrier moments ago. Lila wins by default because the whole team gets incapacitated by The Plague.

My “friend”

New teacher just dropped! The gardening teacher has flowers in her hair and patched up knees on her overalls cute

“I didn’t know tomatoes cry when you cut them” yes Nathaniel is very sad right now

Strike two of Nath making Marc cry, thin fucking ice

I need to know more about this academic vampire coven. There’s the poetry teacher and… maybe a school nurse? Both with bat accessories. Putting punk spikes all around the handles of a wheelchair is crazy btw. “Help me with my wheelchair, but also it’s a torture device. If you say no you’re ableist”

“If they were real art they’d be in the louvre” girl is YOUR art in the louvre, huh?

“Comics (allegory for being gay) aren’t real art” ma’am the entire LGBTQ community is currently looking down and watching you from the balconies

How are you homophobic while wearing quirky miniature-object earrings that represent what your job is, that’s a lesbian symbol

Also your son looks like if a man and a woman had a baby so this is your fault

Ok forcefully dragging him by the forearm

Very interesting that Lila didn’t attempt to akumatize Nathaniel during his breakdown but waited for his mom to get more upset,,, will expand on this later

“I’ll give you the power to literally put your kid through instant conversion therapy! It’s gonna work this time.” Wtfffff also the extremely blatant villain name pun is kind of lost in English

Marc has broken the fourth wall a couple times, he knows he has enough plot armor to jump a supervillain without transforming and not get seriously injured

Transformation! His design eats so hard I’m obsessed, and he’s skipping around like a baby goat. The spiky parts of his hair on the sides kind of look like floppy goat ears and the back of his jacket ends in a little white triangle hanging out that looks like a tail :)

How was he doing all that in that tiny closet? *onlooker sees the closet rattling violently and the legs of a poorly made 3D model clipping in and out of it* and yeah yeah he’s done hiding busting out of the literal closet yeah

I do appreciate a teen coming out story where the character is fully aware of their sexuality beforehand btw. None of that “b-but we’re both boys 🥺” trope just a guy who is openly bi and dating a boy at school but has to hide it at home

Ok this is so nit picky but I do wish they did something to suggest he is bisexual in this episode. Totally understandable to focus on mlm relationships, but I see what I imagine are young kids on the insta side of the fandom get confused about season 1 and assume he “became” gay, or I guess had massive comp-het idk. They might be reinforcing that idea here. I hope there’s something later on at least, like that time Rose joked about kissing both Mari and Adrien.

“I need to find my son” I already found MY son get away from him

Bro thinks he’s Splatoon

Those markers cost also a bajillion dollars. I mean they’re like magically generated so I guess it doesn’t count but still. Also are they… just regular art supplies he’s using or are they real weapons that look like art supplies because his power can’t make magical objects. If he’s just launching plastic rectangles at an armored knight that’s not very effective

Love the cunty Bayonetta style kick from chat noir

I guesssss it makes sense why Lila wants to turn CN on LB and get him to bring both the miraculous but like,,, you’re better off asking him to give you his ring first and then go after LB yourself whether you get her or not

This is the part of the episode where the hero explains what’s going on between them and the villain very explicitly in case you didn’t get it yet

Phew good thing mind control victims will respond to anyone’s orders

“Adrien is gonna have a villain arc” well it just happened and it’s that he turned into an Axe body spray boy

Oh what the fuck why is Lila calling out Nathaniel by full government name that’s creepy. Is she onto him for potentially being a superhero? Tbf he did transform twice in front of huge windows. And he stuck to the artist shtick a little too hard. If she suspects him then she’s not entirely sure yet? To expand on stuff from earlier, in Daddycop, she tried to akumatize Sabrina after she ran away crying, but didn’t do the same to Nathaniel even though he was arguably more upset. In El Toro de Piedra, there was a suspicious figure stalking Ivan, but I didn’t notice anyone like that here. In both those episodes, she didn’t say anything specific about Sabrina nor Ivan, so what’s going on in this one? Perhaps she was watching him in the scene where he went to destroy the prints?

Another episode where the shitty parents become niceys at the end. Please don’t let them magically be perfect form now on nor Raul nor Emile, let them suck a little but try to be nicer

Ah so the rewritten ending is that the sun and rain knights don’t lose their powers, but combine to create a new power of rainbow? Also mlm on screen kiss but it’s not between real characters. Fair enough, I don’t think this is an appropriate time for a marcnath kiss

There’s something to be said about how wlw relationships are seen as less threatening than mlm in media like girls kissing can be brushed off as cutesy but boys kissing is seen as a weird kink thing, like how the dad was saying mlm romance isn’t deep and sentimental unlike straight romance. In TV-Y7 cartoons in general there have been a good handful of iconic canon wlw moments, but I can’t think of any mlm equivalents other than minor side characters that barely do anything or like, older men who are also background characters and have no romantic subplot because they’re long time partners. In this show they’ve created an in-universe justification for why Marc and Nath are less open about their relationship, but they still continue to be censored far more heavily than Julerose, Zoe, or Caline and Giselle.

Shoes on the BED broooo if Sublime can have four different hairstyles in one episode they can make the characters take their shoes off okay

I love the physics on Marc’s dangly earring

Let’s talk about rampant homophobia and hate crimes but use nerdy fantasy metaphors for plausible deniability

Awwwww they’re so cute

YOOO Marc’s disguised miraculous has a cutout design in it like the one in a calligraphy pen that’s cool

REVEAL Nath was gonna be bisexual but not eat hot chip nor lie. This will soooo come back later. When Nino did it, it didn’t exactly have humongous consequences? I mean kind of but not in any way that endangered him nor Alya. That’s what I was saying earlier that Nino and Nath value their relationships more than being a hero. The trouble here is that Lila is being really ominous about Nath, he has a track record of impulsively doing bad things, and he’s recklessly transformed a couple times in this ep alone, so this is… concerning but also cute? And since the comic represents them, instead of giving up their powers after a reveal they’re gonna combine them and make them stronger?

People have been saying there’s gonna be a Myvan one too because of the intro and yeah I agree. Probably even more, like I can’t imagine Luka and Juleka can hide it for long. Marinette will realize that nobody thinks lying to their friends and partners is sustainable. She values being a hero over her relationship because she feels responsible for everything. Like she can’t just quit her job and get replaced at this point, she needs to protect the whole city/world and to her, that’s bigger than her personal life.

Interesting that they’re obscuring Marc’s transformation. Does that suggest his episode is after this? It’s not like it’s a spoiler, we already know what he looks like. Dramatic effect ig. Marc was generally very mature throughout this ep tho, and he jumped into the fight to protect Nath, so idk maybe it came first

Lila already knows who most of the heroes are, but not them. There’s a good chance she will find out and use it against them in the endgame. She does know about Alya and Nino. I predicted after Daddycop that Sabrina might fly under her radar the longest and be key in tricking her a second time.

Important edit: I just noticed the spiderverse-esque comic book effects in his transformation sequence, that’s actually sick. It’s so blink and you’ll miss it and by god I missed it the first time. Nathaniel Kuntzerve or whatever his name is. The goat, like literally

Unimportant edit: it finally hit me who Nath’s dad reminded me of and why he felt so familiar. It’s goddamn Tighten from Megamind. “There is no audience for your comic book, there is no tooth fairy, and there is no Queen of England”.

Wow that took me so long to write in actually almost glad there’s a hiatus now! (Not actually I’m joking) :((( it’s ok tho. Gay people in my phone

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml spoilers #the ruler #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #lila rossi #sabrina raincomprix #that’s enough tags for today I’m tired #I fear I ate that room analysis and the parallel it has to the Gabriel Agreste episode #that shit made my stomach drop a little when I noticed it

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monosanimegenericzone · 2 months ago

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WB!HxH AU: MASTERPOST

Basic Worldbuilding

Canon to Wind Breaker (as far as I can understand so it's probably incorrect): The town of Makochi is a violent place. Gangs and thieves ruled the streets until recently, a gang made of the students of Furin High School took it into their own hands to protect their town "All who holds evil in their heart will be purged by Bofurin without exception!"

HxH AU comes in two flavors:

Canon Insert: Makochi has a dark district, 流星 Ryuusei, on the other side of the river where high profile gangs and actual mafias exchange business. The police force is often preoccupied in this district, opposed to Makochi and other territories.

HxH total Takeover: I just rewrite Wind Breaker but with PT members lmao. and make the entire thing much darker for the hxh flair. Told from Gon or Killua's POV

幻影 Gen'ei. A new and rowdy gang of 21 members that have quickly earned a reputation for themselves. There are rumors that the members all come from the local high school, affectionately named 火口 "Kakou." They have good intentions, as far as anyone can tell. They stop robberies, break up fights, beat up thugs. But, like their town, they aren't afraid of shedding blood... or even killing.

"Fight to kill. And if that doesn't stop them, bring them Death."

COMBAT TEAMS

Team Shatter: Uvogin, Nobunaga, Machi and Sheila

Team Fang: Phinks, Feitan, Peroyin and Shalnark

Team Frenzy: Illumi, Sarasa, Canary and Kalluto

Team Death: Franklin, Bonolenov, Kiki and Kortopi

RECON TEAM

Pakunoda, Sheila, Shalnark, Kalluto, Kortopi

CLEANUP TEAM

Shizuku, Omokage, Shalnark

Every member wears a jacket with black sleeves and dark blue bodies. They are numbered 0-20 and personalized with a word of power or symbolism. And on the front is a stitched in button with the word "spider" written on it.

*slight edit made in post. the spider on the back is the 12 legged spider as seen in hunter x hunter.

if you want to know more information about the au that wasn't included in this- including plot questions bcs i have several plots- drop an ask in my ask box. i'm happy to answer :3

Meet the Phantom Brigade

(we got 20 characters. this is going under the cut. this gon be L O N G)

0 - Chrollo Lucilfer ** "Danchou/Boss" ** 1st Year

Entered high school early and actually attends classes. Does his part to look for permanent change for his town, but even he has to admit that it's frustrating.

Hands on brawler and has a vicious front kick. If pressed, also carries a switchblade. 13th strongest of the gang.

1 - Nobunaga Hazama ** "Jinsoku/Swift" ** 3rd year

Laid back dude with a passion for martial arts. Avid member of the local kendo club and even studied iaido as a fine art.

Usually the last from his squad to engage. Prefers one on one fights rather than brawls. Carries a real katana- that no one knows where he got it from- and does know how to use it. 14th strongest of the gang.

2 - Feitan Portor ** "Fukushuu/Revenge" ** 2nd year

Violinist. And that's about it. Gives most of his free time to music, but otherwise chooses to spend his days fighting.

Brutally sadistic fighter. Enjoys mocking his opponents or- if he's in a particularly good mood- breaking their bones one by one. Carries a heavy umbrella as a side piece, but usually goes into fights bare handed. 10th strongest in the gang.

3 - Machi Komachine ** "Tenshi/Angel" ** 2nd year

The only one who took a First Aid course and therefore the only one who knows how to properly respond to serious injury. Her legal guardian is also the local pharmacist (Renko), which makes her the default "doctor" if any of them get hurt- much to her chagrin.

Learned to fight from Nobunaga and has progressed much further in combat. Usually has to keep her idiots in check and has enough raw strength to back up her words. 7th strongest in the gang

4 - Sarasa ** "Reikoku/Ruthless" ** 1st year

Gymnast, theatre kid, ray of sunshine if that ray was put through a magnifying glass and is killing all the ants. Has a reputation of being stubbornly optimistic to the point of punching people that disagree with her and refuse to be happy.

Usually fights with a metal bat- that she's lovingly decorated with pink stickers. Vocal about picking fights and often gets into unwarranted trouble if her team isn't there to reel her in. 11th strongest in the gang.

5 - Phinks Macgub ** "Kyoujin/Strength" ** 2nd year

Raised with a boxing family and has taken a liking to the sport as a hobby. Incredibly selfless otherwise and has the scars to prove it.

Grappler type of fighter- despite the boxing background- and talks with his fists. Any excuse he has to throw hands, he will throw hands. Carries brass knuckles in case of emergency but rarely needs them. 2nd strongest in the gang

6 - Shalnark Ryusei ** "Keimyou/Witty" ** 2nd year

If "left to your own devices" was a person and also a threat to humanity. Used his insomnia to his advantage and became a proficient tinkerer and coder. Made a lot of the gang's electronics from cellphones to drones to modified cameras.

Prefers not to get his hands dirty. Where he lacks in technique he makes up for in brute-like strength. 15th strongest in the gang

7 - Franklin Bordeau ** "Seido/Accurate" ** 3rd year

First hand witness to violent crime and has the scars to prove it. Desensitized to gun violence specifically, but doesn't let it affect his stance as a really down-to-earth guy.

Sparring partner for Nobunaga and Uvogin and learned hand to hand from them. But his primary method of combat is just the simple handgun. Last resort fighter and will always fight to kill. 3rd strongest in the gang.

8 - Sheila ** "Shite/Protagonist" ** 1st year

Theatre kid taken traumatic. Has a near-toxic hero complex and is almost always the first boots on the ground when the team is facing adversity. Probably this close to having a mental breakdown.

Despite appearances, she is incredibly strong. Doesn't have a distinct style but a single punch is enough to shut anyone up. 5th strongest in the gang.

9 - Pakunoda ** "Mugen/Infinity" ** 2nd year

The eldest child of four adopted siblings (Chrollo, Sarasa and Sheila). Also actively attends classes with the eventual goal of becoming a teacher.

Doesn't usually engage in close combat. The gang's interrogator and skilled negotiator. Incredibly protective of the gang. Can and will use the pistol she carries if tested. 17th strongest in the gang.

10 - Bonolenov Ndongo ** "Meichou/Songbird" ** 2nd year

Rescued by the gang after being kicked out of the house and earning a street name for himself. Lost several teeth to brawls and now has his lips pierced as an "I fucking dare you to hit me in my face." Lives with Phinks now and has taken a liking to classical music.

Trained in pole arms and boxes with Phinks on the side. Called as a last resort fighter. As a member of the Death squad, he is usually called in when bodies need to hit the floor. Makes clean kills and of the 3 on the squad, is the only one capable of holding back. 8th strongest in the gang.

11 - Uvogin ** "Seiryoku/Force" ** 3rd year

A tank and proud of it. Fiercely territorial and his presence alone is enough to scare people away from him. Enjoys street food and is well beloved by the vendors on main street.

Has incredibly tough skin through- what we can only assume- is genetics. And he is incredibly strong. Anyone stupid enough to pick a fight with him has about 10 seconds to reconsider their life choices before their chin is going into the stratosphere. THE strongest in the gang.

12 - Kortopi Tonosumil ** "Jiseki/Vestige" ** 1st year *'jiseki' probably subject to change. i dont think i like it

Collects trinkets. Has the weirdest trophy collection that no one can understand other than himself. Born and raised in the town and knows the name of every street, shop and building in the area. Has photographic memory.

Doesn't usually fight. However, has learned self defense and if someone wants to fuck with him they better hope he's bare handed or he will use the environment to play as dirty as possible. 20th strongest in the gang (weakest).

13 - Illumi Zoldyck ** "Fukitsu/Ominous" ** 3rd year

In his "fuck the police" era. His dad is a cop. Originally joined to join the effort to make the town safer for his younger brothers, but then realized that he might actually be a terrible role model for them instead. Unsure if he regrets it or not

Engages in chemical warfare. Uses tranquilizer darts without the gun, or just pushpins coated in similar serum. 4th strongest in the gang.

14 - Shizuku Murasaki ** "Bitoku/Virtue" ** 1st year

Head of cleanup efforts. In or out of the gang, she also leads community cleanups for the local middle and elementary schools. Also enjoys sweets and can be easily bribed with chocolates or strawberry candies.

Usually carries around a hammer. But will also use an assortment of blunt weaponry to deadly efficiency. Puts googly eyes on the weapons she keeps and has them all named after video game characters. 18th strongest in the gang

15 - (OC) Peroyin ** "Kotetsu/Steel" ** 1st year

Born without a right arm. Was also born right handed. Has an insanely inflated ego and will sometimes blindfold herself to give her opponents a "handicap." Has been talked out of doing that several times.

Dirty fighter. With the obvious handicap already in play, she will use any method necessary to win. Which usually includes headbutts or bites. 6th strongest in the gang.

16 - Kalluto Zoldyck ** "Inzen/Secret" ** Middle School

The result of Illumi's terrible role model skills. The first new member to replace an old one. Hisoka was the original 16, but he graduated highschool and moved away. This is indicated by a red stitch on his right sleeve.

Doesn't actively fight and instead runs drone surveillance. But, he does carry about 15 knives on the inside of his coat that Illumi forces him to carry at all times. For his own safety of course. 16th strongest in the gang

17 - Omokage ** "Kouken/Guardian" ** 3rd year

Takes care of his disabled sister after school. Doesn't actively participate in gang activity but offers his support and proudly wears their colors. Works in the local tailor's shop.

Can defend himself, but doesn't actively look for, nor engage in, fights. Wears studded rings in case he does need to punch someone. 19th strongest in the gang

18 - (OC not mine) Kiki ** "Gihen/Deception" ** 1st year

Uvogin's nephew. No he cannot see (he can but he needs heavy prescription glasses)

Youngest member of Death, yet is the second most deadly. Prefers a hands on approach to combat and will usually discard his glasses in brawls to distance himself from his victims. And yes, they do become victims. Goes for throats, eyes or open wounds. 9th strongest in the gang.

19 - Canary ** "Keigo/Security" ** 1st year

Daughter of a family friend of the Zoldycks. Recruited through recommendation and is thriving. She and Sarasa also get along amazingly well.

Uses a cane as a weapon. Brutally efficient despite her short stature. Can reach vitals with insane accuracy and often leaves her enemies folded in half or puking their guts out. The lucky ones get away with broken jaws and black eyes.

20 - [Empty] ** " " ** [ ]

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threepandas · 8 months ago

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Bad End: After The War (Next ->)

The click of a button in a mostly quiet room. Machines humming as they churn an endless stream of data. Listening. Receiving. Filtering through the noise, for those bits of intelligence that might win us the war. The outpost was quite. As much as it could be, at least, on this god forsaken moon.

"Perimeter Check?"

More specifically, 'did you get your ass eaten by those horrifying eel-snakes? Because you promised not too, and I WILL be mad.' 'Cept, you know, these channels are technically recorded. Rather not have my snark On Record, thanks. So SUBTEXT.

The familiar, oh so melodious, demonic death screeching of abomination eels and blaster fire comes on comm. A symphony straight out of some sci-fi horror movie, act 3. The part where everybody's getting eaten. Except NOT, because this? This is just my life.

Though the eaten part is still a Very Real Risk.

Which Is FUN.

I wait. Hope I just caught Headshot at just a bad time. Not, you know, in his final moments. Ha ha... Nope! Not! Thinking 'bout that! He's immortal, I'm immortal, and we both live in a happy fun time fairy land of FUCKING WONDERS. Denial? Fuck yeah I know her! Best friend, that one. Gonna be my future kids godparent. Walk me down the aisle. We BESTIES.

There is finally, at long last, ominous silence. Dead or dying? Dead or dying? Which side, eels or Headshot, is Dead or-?

Click.

"Perimeter looks good. Bit of a mess near the east gate, though. We'll need to get the droids to shove some mess over the ledge. They tried to climb again."

Oh thank FUCK. Tension bleeds out of me. This post is hell on my anxiety. I send back the confirm. Slump back on my seat as I keep an eye on his tracker's dot, on the patrol read out. I fucking HATE perimeter checks. They aren't safe. But... well...

This universe? I'm pretty sure, it's an "all the serial numbers filed off" blatant rip off of Star Wars. Might be a fan fiction? Cause, while the troupes are familiar, the "characters", no one is where or WHO they should be. There are also other "totally not X" bits here and there, all of which confuses the fuck out me.

But what I DO know? Is that making a fuss about the safety and well-being of us peons? During this, the "totally not the Clone Wars"? While Evil Dick, Sith-y Pants the Obvious is in charge? GREAT way for our entire outpost to get "tragic casualties of war"-'d. So yeah, no thanks.

Keeping my mouth shut.

And, hey! At least they ate our complete asshole of a commander. Technically we SHOULD be getting a new one... but we were told to make do. Same with all the OTHER critical roles currently empty.

The DICK.

Like? I know he wants to drag out the war and maximize suffering for Evil Not-Sith, Off Brand Space Wizards Of EVIL Powers? But like? Fffffuck yoooou, dude. What the hell. Hope he stubs EVERY toe, always.

The Clones deserve better then this. The SECOND the war is over? I'm stealing Headshot. Fuck this "property of the state" bullshit. Just me 'n him, man. We could go explore the wilds. Or get him a beard and fake glasses. Clone? What clone! This is my BROTHER, Headshot. Our parents were gun-toting hippies. My names Moonrock. Fuck off, maybe. Keep walking.

The second I see him cross the base threshold, I switch over to Droid command. They can't hold my shift forever, but for a bit? Should be fine.

Jogging down the hall and sliding down a few ladders, I finally catch sight of Headshot as he leaves the staging area. Oof. That is a LOT of eel blood. The cleaning bots are cursing up a storm as they follow him. Even from the other end of the hallway... he smells... ripe.

I give him a second to lead the way and for the bots to work behind him. Then join in the little parade. Ah, eel goo. The third worst thing that could come out of going outside. Right behind losing a limb or dying. But hey! I restocked the soaps for ya!

"Doesn't change that it's on my everywhere, Commander."

Oooooh~ breaking out the COMMANDER are we? Is that SASS I hear? Snark perhaps? Why HEADSHOT! Such insubordination~! What EVER shall I do?

He snorts and suggest something anatomically impossible as he gestures to the shower rooms door. I tap it open for him. Goo boy that he is. Grinning I follow and find a bench where I can sit so my back is to him. It... used to be weird, to be honest, this level of living in each others pockets. But time and isolation has eroded a lot.

Clones don't really see boundaries like everyone else. Don't have the same taboos or unspoken social rules. After all... they're all the same gender. Were forced to live basicly in a breadbox with each other. The culture that developed reflects that. And I? Am more of a follower then a "type A". Not passive by any stretch of the imagination, just... eh.

I don't have the social outgoing-ness? I guess? To drag the culture of our base towards MY social norms as opposed towards his. It made him comfortable. I shrugged and went okay. Rinse and repeat. To be honest I was just glad he trusted me enough to SHARE.

Booting up my definitely-not-a-tablet, (which is of course, STUFFED full of various bits of sci-fi technology that only half makes sense) I once again try and connect to the wider army's mainframe. Nothing. I've BEEN trying for weeks now. But for some reason? We're cut off.

No new commands. No new forms to fill. No demands for information.

No UPDATES on what the FUCK is HAPPENING out there.

I'm... not gonna lie, getting nervous. We're a listening outpost. Some of our information is time sensitive. And our SUPPLIES are not infinite. Forget food, if we run out of AMMO? Those nightmare snake-eel THINGS will... Look, long and short of it? I've got an "empty" blaster shoved under my bunk. Two shots left. And compared to the slow, SLOW digestion and meat threshing teeth those horrors have?

At least it's FAST.

But I would REALLY prefer we NOT fucking come to that, you know? That someone would fucking PICK UP. Or? I don't know!? Notice we're offline? Whatever the problem is! The fact that we've gone dark is SPOOKING the fuck out of me.

Not to mention? That even BEFORE communication went down? The chat rooms and update boards weren't making a whole lot of sense. Lot of clone specific references that I didn't get. Memes, maybe? I don't KNOW and that's the part that's killing me. I had no way to CHECK. It all just... went dark.

We're still GETTING data. But? We can't seem to SEND it. Headshot and I checked. I checked the droids while he got the dish and other external devices. Clambering around the roof with his sniper rifle like a well armed, circus trained, mechanic. Nothing was wrong with the droids. And according to Headshot? Nothing was wrong with the dish.

After a while I gave up. Again.

Reminded myself to practice my meditative breathing. In... out... IN... OUT... do NOT trough your only Data Tablet. You'll break it. You can't REPLACE it. It might FEEL satisfying in the moment... but it's Not Worth It. Just listen to the sound of the running water. The quite of the room. Breathe... unclench your jaw, make your muscles relax, c'mon you can do this.

Fuck, I needed my anti-anxiety meds. But we were starting to ween me off them so I didn't go cold turkey when we ran out. It was fucking with my head. But, hey! At least I wouldn't run the risk of seizures! Or any suicidal ideation! No, just slowly building anxiety, in this, History's Most Stressful Outpost.

The shower shut off behind me. Leaning forward to grab a towel from the stack, I tossed it blindly over my shoulder. Heard him catch it. Wet feet slapping quietly against tiles as he walked forward, drying himself. From the feel of droplets and heat, looming just behind me? He was leaning over my shoulder. The man always did like to damn near boil himself in the shower.

"Still nothing? We've run out of D6 bolts. Not to mention your meds..." He commented, still drying off. I could feel the occasional brush of a towel. A bare arm reached over my shoulder to tap at the screen. "Have you tried...? Shit."

He tried several commands. Leaning over me, damn near cradling the back of my head against his bare chest. But nothing worked. Plopping his chin down on the top of my head, he casually wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leaning his weight on me as he considered the problem. The fans kicked in overhead, dehumidifing and hopefully preventing any sort of alien molds.

I told him to go put on some fuckin pants, before he frozen something he might miss off.

With an amused snort he stood and wandered over to the armor cleaner. Grabbing a new undersuit. Blacks went on, armor freshly de-goo-d, he called that he was presentable once more. I swung my legs over the bench. No need to stand, after all, if we're not leaving yet. Besides, exhaustion was a symptom of the withdrawals. Med changes are a BITCH.

Just as I was about to suggest anough brainstorming session, though?

Our comms both ping. LOUDLY.

That's the emergency signal from the control room. SHIT. I'm up and running before the sound even fades. Headshot right behind me. Not so much because he can't out run me, as he'd stop to grab his weapons as was bringing up the rear. Guarding my back. I prayed, PRAYED, this wasn't an attack. We were supposed to be a fourteen person team.

There were TWO OF US.

We'd never be able to hold the line. Would DIE here. Fuck, I didn't even have time to get that gun! I should have been carrying it. It had been too morbid. But... but...!

I slam into the control room. Headshot a half step behind. The droids frantically churning away. Okay. Okay! What's happening? A ship, big one, in orbit. Oooooh fuck. How Big? I ask. Am informed? "Wipe us from the face of the galaxy" Big. Ha ha! FUCKING FANTASTIC. Great! Merry fucking Christmas to me, I guess! Okay. Okay!

Let's DO this.

Get on the short range ship comm, (never thought I'd USE it but here we fucking ARE) and ask, politely, for them to Fucking Identify Themselves. (Because we have Big Guns and are NOT afraid to use um!)

There is a long tense moment. Then? Oh thank merciful FUCK. A Clone's voice comes on the line. General Spark of the 153rd, in pursuit, they're here to catch traitors and resupply if we need anything. Permission to land a few ships?

I. Could. WEEP.

Yes! Oh, ABSOLUTELY yes! Whoever they're chasing picked a REALLY stupid planet to hide out on, not gonna lie. They'll be picking their traitors up in PIECES. But? Never has a voice been more beautiful. Send Techs! You have FULL use of the outpost General! Welcome!

Setting the droids to navigating the incoming ships safely through landing, I all but DRAG Headshot towards the landing pad. People! Actual, real, PEOPLE! Supplies! Oh thank FUCK! We might be able to figure out what wrong with our relays! Get NEWS! And? That was a CLONE GENERAL!!!

That NEVER happens!

I can practically feel my self vibrating with excitement. Bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet, as the ships come in for a landing. The officers that roll out are all clones. Their armor more personalized then I've ever seen it. It's BEAUTIFUL. I can't help but lean over and whisper to Headshot, saying as much. Wondering if we can get him some of the supplies they must of used.

You know, assuming he WANTS any of um.

If not? Dibs.

His shoulders are shaking. Why are-? One of the officers thanks me for the compliment. Headshot you SON OF A SUBSTANDARD VAT. Was your SHORT RANGE MIC ON!? Why would you not-!? Bastard! Dead to me! Sorry general, I've never met this man before in my LIFE. Couldn't introduce if I TRIED.

Still! High ranking clones? We love to see it. I am THRILLED. It's been long over due.

Dooooesn't mean we should hang out in Eel Country though. Everybody INSIDE! Let's goooo. Nice and safe, where no ones getting eaten, m'kay? Thank you! And yes! I DO have a list of resupply needs! A LONG list. Starting with my meds, followed by ammo. Though honestly they're tied at first...

As me and the, now rather concerned, medic chat about the collapsing state of our highly rationed medical supplies? Headshot and the General are off to the side... talking about... something. Not sure. Probably not important, or he'd include me. I show the medic our "infirmary" and medical charts. Then get pulled away by the mechanic.

I barely get to SEE Headshot over the next two days. Forget sitting down. The only breaks I get? Meals and lights out. It's kinda awesome. Exhausting, yes, but? After so long isolated? It's a good type of exhausted. The sort where you feel like? For ONCE? You're actually being productive.

There are SO MANY eel burrows to scan? Potential landing sites? And all the MAINTENANCE? Dear merciful FUCK. Literally everything is out of date and cheap as BALLS. Held together with shoe strings and a prayer. But finally! FINALLY! Someone in budgeting GIVES A SHIT!!! Better equipment! Actual medical supplies! Real bedding! And best of ALL?

AIs! As in Actual, information sorting, artificial intelligences!

Because there literally hasn't been a REASON for humanoids to do this job for CENTURIES aside from a misplaced sense of superiority and distrust of droids! All WE need to do? Is stay on base and make sure THEY don't go rogue or break down from the extended isolation! Woooo desk job!

I'm gonna name um. They shall be my BABIES.

That said? None of this? Is very... Off Brand Sith-y. Little too "cares about their fellow man"-ish, you know? And... I'm not stupid. Excited as FUCK, for all the supplies and new changes... but not? Stupid. Blind.

They're keeping me away from the control room.

Keeping me out of important discussions. Sending me off on errands. All of which? SEEM important. ARE important, on the surface, but hide the fact that they are intentionally scheduled? Just as Certain Things Are Discussed. I am being... handled. Like a child. A fool.

When I confront Headshot? In our bunkroom, which we've shared for YEARS at this point. Slept just across from each other, so this lonely hell might feel just a little less empty? So when the dark thoughts creep in? That we might die in this God forsaken place, forgotten by the universe, left to ROT here, and wouldn't it just be easier to-? Someone there, so we won't. So we still matter.

He stands across from me. In OUR place. OUR room.

And FUCKING LIES.

......I guess I know where I stand, huh? And I know... I KNOW, I shouldn't feel betrayed. Clones come first, always. That's the party line. How they survived. I'm a Nat. There was always a power imbalance between us. I would always have been held just that bit further away then one of the brothers. Guess... guess it just finally happened.

I shouldn't feel betrayed. I have no RIGHT to feel betrayed.

But I do.

Headshot looks alarmed, hands twitching at his side, even as he tries to maintain his facade. Nothing's happing. They aren't doing anything. Right. Uh huh. His lie sits between us like a field of broken glass. The words, the arguments, I'd been looking for now seeming so useless. What's the point? He's made his decision.

I feel like crying. Don't want to talk anymore.

Good NIGHT, Headshot.

In the morning, I don't bother asking. I know he notices. Is waiting, restless, for us to continue on as we always have. We always check schedules after all. But what's the point? He'll lie. Instead I pull my armor on and go. Go to your brothers, Headshot. Whatever's happening here, I'm clearly not trusted enough to be part of it.

I just get out of your way.

There's a lot of busy work on my schedule, but honestly? The new AIs are learning to handle it. Instead, I head down to the new supply crates. Grab some bedding. A cart. Then head back. Pack up my shit. I just... can't.

Moving it all to a different bunk, I still have most of the day left to go. Could...? Probably? Check out if we actually DO have space rats? The droids have been reporting dust and noise in the basement, near the food stores. So likely vermin of some kind. Gonna be horrifying to find out what kind of vermin exsist HERE, but better then nothing, I guess.

Grabbing one of the better ration bars to shove in my face on the way to the gun locker, I count it a breakfast. Everyone's busy with a clone only meeting. Good for them, I guess. Not upset with General Spark or his men, I realize, as I check over the gun, no... just Headshot. Because he hurt me.

All he had to say was "I can't tell you." Or "trust me" and I WOULD have. But no. He LIED. To my FACE. And now? Now I feel like I'm waking around with shards of glass where my heart should be. Like I want to hit something. I need a distraction. So down to long term storage I go.

Normally? It's only droids down here. I have to ride a cramped little maintenance elevator lined with blast doors. You know, incase Satan's favorite pet somehow burrows in. The fuckers. It's also freezing. Which, I mean? Great for food storage, not so much for thermal regulation.

The level is eerie quiet.

Which.... huh. That's? Not right.

I reach for my comm before pausing. The hurt in my chest throbbing. I know I shouldn't let it get in the way of professionalism. Of protocol. The rules are there for a reason. To keep us alive and safe. But... God, I don't want to hear his fucking voice right now. I might cry. Say something I don't mean and regret later. You don't LAST long, isolated out in Hellpit, Nowhere, without doing a little soul searching.

Mortifying ordeal of being known and all that.

My hand drops. It's fine. I'm FINE. There's nothing down here. Or, well, should be nothing down here. We'll find out.

Slowly moving forward, I begin to check the stacks. I don't see any of the droids. Don't HEAR any of them. There should be at least thirty down here. But all I hear? Is the circulation fans. The sound of my foot steps. Something isn't right.

It's a loose, half melted screw in the path that saves me. At first I think it's a bug. But the quite clink when my foot nudges it is unmistakable. It makes me look sideways. There, a cleaning droid, cut down from behind. Tiny little mechanical claws still reaching out to claw itself to safety. Wheels shredded. The marks of a lazer blade are unmistakable.

The hiss-hum even more so.

I BARELY dodge.

Half my gun, simply sheared away. Molten slag dripping from the cut point, the battery already violently destabilizing ask it's nicked. I throw it, before I have the chance to lose a limb. The blast takes out a crate. I'm thrown. Barely roll in time to dodge the downward stab of the hissing blade. A brutal, magic-enhanced, kick sends me flying.

Straight through a stack of ration crates, into a wall mounted medical case. I land among the corpses of the droids. Each, a picture of terror and betrayal. I don't understand what's happening. The blades not red or black! It's blue! That's a not-jedi! Right?! Why are they!? Crates are lifted into the air. Threatening to smash down and bury me alive.

Can't move. Something twisted, badly, in my leg. My chest burning. Something cracked, I could feel it. I'm gonna die. Oh good, I'm gonna DIE.

"Wait! She's not a clone!"

I stare up into the face of the so called "good guys" and feel nothing but terror. Around me, the pieces of thirty droids I'd named and known, dead and dumped like trash upon the ground. Flower with his fussy need to have everything just so, Chirp who loved to sing, Mouse with the wheel I could never get to stop squeeking.

Nothing but Cannon fodder.

They died so afraid.

"Oh! You're right! Sorry! I thought you were one of those 'peating bastards. Are you okay? How long have they held you?" The Knight said. His Apprentice nodding eagerly.

My brain was static. Empty. Held? Slurs? W-what in God's name? I stayed down. Feeling small, lost, and confused. Pain rocking my body from being thrown around. The Apprentice, at least, seemed to pick up on the fact that I had no idea what the fuck they were on about.

"Ah. You don't know what's happened." She said sympathetically. It would be nicer, if she hadn't stood back while I was hurt, before they got around to asking who's side I was on. "The Clones betrayed the Republic. Took it over by force. They've made an empire. They killed the old Chancellor, who was Fallen, but then instead of handing the Republic back to the people? Kept it! Said we couldn't be trusted with it."

The last part was said mockingly. As though everyone and their brother hadn't been aware the Republic was on the brink of collapse. Corruption at an all time high. As though that same Republic hadn't been using the Clones as a SLAVE ARMY.

Slaves do tend to take exception to their chains, historically.

I wasn't really sure why the fuck they were surprised.

"Now come on, you can join the Rebellion. You must know all sort of information, from sitting out here, right? You can-!"

Click.

My helmet went full dark and internal audio only. Which was interesting because I still could barely move. But then bright light and sound, popped and cracked not to far away from my head. A flash grenade. And I finally, FINALLY? Remembered that all standardized armor? Comes with in built life support feeds.

Headshot's mystery meeting was in the command room... where my life sign readout would be. The life support feedback. Real time monitoring from me getting my ass kicked and WHERE.

A hand grabs the drag handle built into each armor, for EXACTLY this reason, and I feel my self pulled out of the danger zone. Can hear heavy, open fire. Shit. There goes our supplies. My helmet clears and I recognize the shoulder I've been careful thrown over. Headshot. He came.

He falls back at some signal I can't see. Straight to the elevator.

The shoulder under me is shaking, just slightly. Adrenaline, fear, anger. I can't tell. But... I... I'm...

"Don't." His voice is rough. Choked out through gritted teeth. His grip just carefully loose enough not to bruise. It seems to be taking everything he has. "You don't get to die. Do you understand me? You're not ALLOWED to die. Not now. Not ever. We didn't survive this long for you to leave me now."

He barely waits long enough for the door to open. Stride smooth and desperate as he races us towards the medic. I rest my head against his shoulder and breathe. Let myself be manhandled. Ha ha... a-at least? I know what he's keeping from me now. So there's that. Ow. Oh god.

The medic has to put me under. Bone fragments.

I drift.

Wake up, bandaged to hell and back, in ou-... in Headshot's bunkroom. Across from the empty bunk that used to be mine. Bed's softer then it should be, still smelling like Headshot. We haven't had the new sheets long enough. Knowing him, he probably stacked um.

The door opens. Headshot stalks in, dragging a cart behind him. His usual "pleasantly amused by life" expression nowhere to be seen. Instead? His expression is... blank. A determined, almost violent, edge to the set of his shoulders.

In silence, I watch as he unloads the cart. Bedding, knickknacks, the various bit of cobbled together wall art. All carefully stuck right back where it had been before. As though he had memorized the proper location of each and every piece. Even as he worked, with his back to me, every line of his body was daring me to be dumb enough to argue.

I didn't want too. I was just... just fucking tired.

Didn't like that we were arguing. If that was even what we were doing.

"Why?" I asked. Summing up everything and distilling it. Why didn't you just fucking TELL me? Why didn't you TRUST me? Why did you think I'd turn on you? Why would you lie? Why were we cut off? Was it REALLY a technical error? Why take the Republic? Why ANY of this?

Just... WHY, Headshot? Please...

"I refuse to lose you. When the war ended, you were going to leave. You said you'd take me with you... but honestly? That was naive. There would be no where safe we could ever go. We all knew that. We all had favorites." He finally stopped organizing my bed. Instead, smoothing down the sheet. Running both hands across it as he stared down, unseeing. "It was all so unorganized. Filthy. They treated us like DIRT. But we were... we ARE better. Designed to be superior. Stronger, smarter, faster. More durable. Why were we listening to them?"

"Then we found out why. Control chips in the brain. The nervous system. Carefully hidden, yes. But not carefully enough. You weren't authorized, you know. I'm glad. If you had been? I'd never have forgiven you. You'd never know you were dead before you died. But... I promise."

"I would have made it fast." His smile was a terrible thing. All broken edges and betrayal. Teeth upon teeth. A mania finally set free.

"Never thought those hypocrites would run here. Expect us to die for them. The happy little slaves. For the glory of THEIR Republic. You'll be okay, Commander. The General's agreed to stay until your back on your feet, just in case."

Headshot slides onto the bunk, sitting at my side, sweetly brushing hair from my face as though he hasn't lost his god damned mind. He's the picture of relief, now that there's no more secrets between us. Now that I'm injured and dependent on his help. Yet... it's teetering.

As though at any minute...

He could slide into some... unhinged state of mind. How LONG has he been on his last thread? Barely holding together? He leans forward and my mind goes utterly still. His lips pressed gently against mine. Chaste. Sweet. A warm, calloused hand, cradling my poor bruised cheek.

"I promise we'll stay together." He whispers against my stunned mouth. Eyes intent and mad, utterly loving. Like a strangers. "I won't let them seperate us. Not for anything. Now that it's done? We can be assigned anywhere. I'll take you with me. War's over, love. We're finally free."

Were we?

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xanderjkz · 7 months ago

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Charlie Dalton- Misery Behind Walls

I finally figured out what makes Charlie's character such an interesting one (from my perspective)

There are alot of interpretations of his character but what the fandom can agree the most on is that this mf cares about his friends. Almost in a way that is above regular standard.

Okay sounds weird but why did I say it when it's never really shown? Well he often is in the moment when the other poet has a breakthrough in the movie. When evil Tom literally made Neil's day worse, he was the first to speak to him. But to base this little theory on a bigger proof I'd like you to remind the only scene where this big care is vocalised:

"Fiete you're going insane!" I'll be not be misinformed about my state of mind! Let's move on! He literally asks so many damn questions that Knox gets annoyed with it. And the tone Charlie uses in that scene isn't one to mock him or put Knox in question. He's just curious if Knox has thought this through. Because he cares!

But why? What is so damn interesting about this dude caring? What makes Charlie the way he is?

Charlie somewhat hides his care for his friends behind the nice wall of Humour. Humour is beautiful, it's Twistingly and contently a nice way of escapism. Humour is provoking a peal of laughter out of someone and that's what Charlie does. But over the years when you use this way of coping you start to twist in the wrong way. It's a wonder how anyone who uses this type of coping mechanism can even recognise themselves in the mirror. After a while, you hide your internal feelings behind a wall too. For yourself you become unrecognisable.

But why?

It's established in the first 10 minutes of the movie that Charlie is from a family of bankers who are fond of him continuing the legacy. And we know that he is from a wealthy family. And most wealthy kid trope in media follows the structure of pressure and unobtainable views. Wealthy people don't want to be touched by anything lower. So they have to obtain this image of untouchability. This is probably the way Charlie has been raised. Money is more important. And like most wealthy kids, they get neglected for that money.

Every kid wants love. And this is what Charlie probably chased. And still is. And love can be interpreted in lots of ways but as I see in myself, I always tried to get attention so they think of me. If they can't love me, then I should at least linger on their minds. So what's the quickest way to gain attention and potential Recognition?

(Here he more tries to loud than funny but the need for the same thing is still there)

He started to build his personality in a way that would later bring him to complete self-isolation. He doesn't give a fuck about money. And he most definitely doesn't want to go down the same way his father did. But something in him always wanted that recognition, so he didn't go against anything.

But then Keating happened

So we made clear that something inside him can't separate personality from coping, right? So what happens when a teacher comes around with the opinion to go against the system? Doubt? Anger? Or fascination?

Visionary

Charlie, if asked, def would've told you that life comes to him how it wants to be. As long as he makes his friends happy, then he is fine. Not happy but fine. So when Keating tries to bring new things into the mix, everybody began to rethink their story.

Todd got more comfortable

Neil pursued something he always wanted

Knox got the guts to ask a girl out

So what's up for Charlie? He becomes vulnerable with himself. As he lost his personality in humour so did the familiarity with himself. So every lesson he becomes more bold and Indulgent in poetry and the revolution.

But a journey to find oneself takes long. God a 16-year-old won't find it within 4 months. But for what it's worth he tries. Throughout the movie, these boys drift apart from tradition and self-destructive ideologies. The first time Charlie makes this change in his consciousness is this one:

(Love how he looks in the angle)

Doing poetry doesn't bring attention to himself, not in the way we established he needs. So why is he doing this now?

"You yap too much, we get it" well fuck you, I'm getting to the better part

The reason for his somewhat impulsive reaction is the way he saw himself in Keating. Keating is a poet, but Charlie at first doesn't care about that. What he does care about is the cheeky way Keating moves his lips. From the comments about Meeks and Pitts names to the way he openly makes a name for himself. He thinks of Keating as this older version of himself. And he doesn't know what to do with it.

(Again this is going on in his head without him actually verbalising it to himself. Everybody does that, just writing it down)

So now this boy is chasing something he thinks can bring him to the Keating kind of level. In this path, he slowly becomes more radical with his thoughts, in a way that is pushing things over the edge. But in a boiling kind of way.

First, we have him ripping out the page. Then, the playboy scene and then this one:

I'd like to believe that this was the first time that his inner self formed a sentence. In scenes before that one, he is fidgeting around, trying to really get into it. He liked what he heard. And while he is still clinging to this version poisoned on humour, he's getting out of it. BUT

This scene is where he lets himself go. And it's safe to assume that something must have happened between the pic before and now. What is it? Heck, I know. All I know is that he tested the water and realised it's alright. (Again he is a 16-year-old boy, every 16-year-old has doubts) so everytime we do see him in the cave, he's wearing the damn hat.

So what have we established:

He cares deeply for his friends

He hides his need for recognition behind jokes

He somehow lost himself in it

He sees himself in Keating

Then learns how to be his inner self again (partly)

And he's doing poetry! Or Poetrusic...

But why did I say partly? Well, this movie is called DEAD Poets Society. And who died at the end of the movie? Ofc His CHILDHOOD best friend Neil. (This is heavily implied but even if they aren't, Neil was the closest to Charlie). He was probably the first person to know about it and definitely jumped into impulsiveness. In a way where he takes over the responsibility. Let's be real if this was at the beginning of the story he would've been one to be non-functioning but after he got his punishment and faced his worst, he knew that there are things to not be self-centered about. It's obvious that Charlie told the others. I mean, these boys look so distributed that they definitely couldn't form any sentence to the others. So it is Charlie. It had to be.

But he does let his emotions out. Not vocalising them but he shows the others that he understands. Particularly in three scenes:

( I literally wrote something AMAZING BUT FFS TUMBLR DELETED IT)

These scenes show him care and breaking. He let's his voice break while shoving snow into Todd's mouth. To clean Todd and to drown his thoughts aswell. He has to be there but God he breaks. Because he cared

He cared so damn much for Neil. And it was that stupid system that took him away. His inner self is caring, Poetic and confronting. But how?

With all his emotions that are directed at the system regarding Neil's death, he does his first rebellion. And that not singing. The singing is only a recognition of the fact that evil Tom isn't at fault. Being in the front row and not singing? Fucking provoking.

So what's next? Now that he has found his last finding piece? The confronting kind? Not the part hiding behind humour? (If you notice he hasn't cracked a joke since Neil offed. Ofc bc the times are dark but he could've said one after the funeral. But he didn't, he was just angry)

Well....

His last scene.

He knew what would happen once Cameron walked away. He knows his roommate too much. But the reason why he punched Cameron wasn't for the fact that they couldn't work it out on the remix but more for the fact that he saw Cameron as the system. As Cameron kept digging, Charlie thought that this was the way out. Every person who experienced grief knows it's all over the place and often not understandable. If I could explain it, I would say that he had the hope of starting the rebellion needed. But he couldn't.

He failed at confronting it to its most effective stage.

He managed to comfort his friends, he managed to change his mind. But sometimes confronting ends at the start.

But it was he who failed, not the mindset. It was the rest but most importantly todd who continued it...

It's sad to not hear anything after his expulsion but I think it would be even more heartbreaking. Charlie is a lot of things but the most important one is that he is a boy. Utterly experiencing things he shouldn't have. To think that he ended his time at Welton, disproving the thing he mostly cared for (which was attention to himself) just to find himself while so is...beautiful. He broke free and now has to be alone to find his future. This is both tragic and hope-fulfilling. Wherever he ended up, I hope Charlie learned to deal with Neil's death as well...

Or I'm delusional and he's just a 16-year-old boy without depth.

Again characters are always up for debate and everyone has their interpretation. I finally wrote down mine and think it's important to share. Do with it what you want but please remain polite. Except when you crack a joke

I want jokes 🔥

#dps #gale hansen #charlie dalton #dead poets society #dead poets fandom #essay #neil perry #todd anderson #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron

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madtomedgar · 2 months ago

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Like I am so fucking sick of fucking. White Gen Zennial anrachists/punk leftists from the burbs acting like asking them to not blast their music at all hours in crowded apartment buildings or dense neighborhoods or asking them not to smoke in enclosed spaces or put their trash in the public trash can and not in somebody's mailbox or on the sidewalk or loose in some else's trashcan (so they have to clean it out or get fined) or not dine and dash and shoplift when they absolutely can afford it is exactly the same as calling the cops on a black teenager for laughing too loudly.

Working class and working poor people have to work early hours and late nights and weekends and not being able to sleep because of your stupid party is a reasonable thing to be mad about! Babies need to sleep and the baby crying for four straight hours because of your stupid fucking party is a reasonable thing to be mad about!

Running people who have asthma and copd and emphysema and lung cancer out of public spaces because you want to get high on the train, when people who grow up poor are much more likely to have these conditions, is selfish and evil and the bus driver or transit cops absolutely should throw you out. Because you are creating a harmful environment for others.

People who harass women* in public absolutely deserve to be thrown out of wherever they are doing that because getting your ass grabbed is not the price of being in public! You should not have to risk your safety to get on a bus! It is So Easy to not harass others in public. It is literally a non action

*overwhelming it's women,but also applies to people harassing lgbtq people and kids.

Like can we stop equating voluntary dangerous, antisocial, unsanitary behavior that actively makes life worse for everyone around you, especially poor, working people, children, parents, women, elderly and disabled people, many of whom are people of color, is something you are a bad person for not accepting?

"Oh being annoyed is the price of community, I don't mind getting hotboxed on the bus, I don't mind hearing people's music, who cares if some dude masturbates in front of me, I don't mind seeing needles everywhere or stepping around feces" like do you hear yourself.

#also the only people i have ever seen #spew a bodily function all over public trans #were middle class white 20s dudes who were drunk #ive been using public transit exclusively for 15 years so #i think i know the difference between someone Having A Day #and someone being a dick

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lacunammmm · 1 month ago

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Do you think AFO and/or OFA as quirks were too over powered for the story (not in a powerscaling way but in a narrative way)?

The story of MHA is about the AFO vs OFA war. It's a bait and switch. They get you by making you think it's about watching kids go to a hero school. What's it's actually about is: -Societal issues. Every important villain with the exception of a few is the result of societal apathy and systemic issues. Even AFO himself, being born to a homeless teenage girl who died giving birth alone by the river. Well all of them except Muscular, who the series wants us to believe is just a psychopath. In a series where every other villain is a tragedy case, he stands out. -The Todoroki soap opera. -All For One's obsession and Yoichi Shigaraki's death curse (OFA) to kill All For One. The reason it feels wrong to people is because the series' macro scale, in that Tomura decides to destroy the world and AFO is an immortal quirk devil, clashes with the micro scale of previous conflicts: society creates its own monsters, the impact of one abuser's actions on his family, if the hero kids can pass a test, etc. The threads aren't tied up neatly and the series tries to do both to its own detriment. A story entirely focused on wrapping up and addressing the issues of their society would be just fine without AFO involved. A story where we make AFO the great evil and the cause of all problems is objectively better when that's actually true. We don't have systemic issues that spawn villains, we just blame it all on AFO and we don't show hero society having cracks.

So we've got a series that ends with Deku punching AFO and Tomura into dust and in the process somehow his ultra violence resolves the societal issues that create villains like them and their comrades and 8 years later, society is heading to a utopia where heroes are becoming obsolete. If we take what Tokoyami said at face value, that heroes won't be needed eventually, then even natural disasters are calming down. I suspect the author forgot briefly that heroes handle disaster relief because of how little of a focus rescue heroes are in this story, but this interpretation is hilarious. AFO was so foul that he caused earthquakes, tsunamis and landslides just by existing. At its core, the plot of MHA is a coming of age story where two relics of the old era of heroics, the ultimate hero, and the ultimate villain, both groom a successor who has something they lack to carry on for them. In All Might's case, it's Deku's drive to save that defies all reason. For All For One, it's Tomura's hatred and vision. The story proceeded to derail itself with Tomura getting possessed and All For One deciding that he doesn't want a successor, but instead a meat puppet. Our final battles are poor in this case because Tomura barely gets time to interact with the main character meaningfully. The dude was MIA for many arcs where Izuku was present and then for everything important in the last stretch of the series, he's possessed. The idea the author was going for sorta still works though. Tomura and All For One died because All For One couldn't let go. Instead of building a successor to be better than him, he strangled this dude in the crib before he could ever get going. Left to his own devices, even if AFO forced Tomura to retreat at the first war arc for his own good... A universe where he and Tomura are genuine bros just leads to Tomura defeating Star And Stripe, then AFO and Tomura working together to double team hero society. They'd certainly have won.

Actually, given how Tomura mainly just wanted destruction, he might have killed Star outright and not tried to take her power. What does Tomura Shigaraki, a man who can create a cascade effect that could destroy the world if he wanted, care about some reality warping quirk? That was AFO's desires for more power that led to her trojan horsing them. Not that she actually accomplished anything nor destroyed any quirks that would impact the plot going forward. Tomura committed the incredible plot induced stupidity of trying to steal Deku's quirk in the final battle instead of just killing the guy, but I'd attribute him trying to take OFA down to AFO having infested him for so long.

With Tomura in charge, there's nothing stopping him from just killing everyone. Full stop. He'd unleash a decay wave and watch everyone turn to dust. The whole gambit to get the UA traitor to help them that saved the heroes asses in canon? Completely meaningless before the power of Decay just wiping UA and everything else off the map. AFO's problem is that he tries to get too cute and is always doing too much. Tomura's bullheaded blunt weapon approach can work, if used at the right time. AFO's wisdom would help to pinpoint the right times.

So while the sentiment that OFA and AFO took over the series is indeed valid, that's what the series is. Or rather, what the author decided to focus on. A universe where the other aspects of the series get room to breathe is the purview of fanfiction. The author was clearly NOT interested in the Academia, dealing with the fact that their government uses assassins and trains child soldiers, or the cast of characters who aren't his favorites and their development into heroes.

#anti mha ending #mmmasks #mha criticism #mha critical #bnha critical

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purrgilpawkins · 1 day ago

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Just Fourteen

Summary: Daniel Fenton was only a teenager when the hole in his parents’ basement ate him alive. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson

Warnings: graphic depiction of flesh melting off a kid's face, one brief but detailed vomit scene, Danny cutting his fingers on glass (not detailed)

Prompt: From Whumptober Day 24 "equipment failure" (and the title of the day which was "radiation poisoning")

Notable tags: graphic depictions of violence, H/C, angst, character death, radiation poisoning, hazmat au

The zipper of the hazmat suit caught on Danny’s tank top as he zipped it up, forcing him to yank it back down briefly before pulling it back up, rougher than before. The sight of his Dad’s face plastered to the front of it forced a heavy sigh from his nostrils as he tried to remove it, failing miserably due to his now lacking fingernails. He gestured over to Sam and she quit fiddling with her camera long enough to come over and start peeling the sticker off.

“So,” Danny started, drawing out the word, “why are we doing this again?”

“Because.”

Danny rolled his eyes when Sam didn’t elaborate. “Right, of course. How could I forget?”

“Oh, come on, dude. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Tucker piped up from his spot leaning against a counter, not bothering to look up from his PDA.

“Upstairs and out of my parent’s lab that’s full of unstable and highly explosive equipment?”

Sam managed to get a purple-painted nail wedged under the sticker and ripped it off, rolling it into a ball and dunking it into a trash can on the other side of the lab. Danny’s spandex-muffled clapping was interrupted by Sam then putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Danny,” she started, drawing out the word, “this was your idea, remember?”

He did. He had excitedly told his friends about the busted “ghost portal” down in his basement and they had joined in his excitement to go and check it out. That had been before he got a good look at it.

Now, Danny glanced over his shoulder to the jerry-rigged hole in the wall. A bleak tunnel full of cold metal and jagged wires. A gaping maw ready to close around anyone foolish enough to enter it.

Okay, maybe he was being a little dramatic.

He looked back to his friends, seeing the way Sam was practically bouncing up and down over the whole situation and how Tucker kept repeatedly looking up from his PDA, waiting for Danny to make his move.

“Alright, alright. Fine.” Danny inhaled deeply and ran his hands through his hair to psych himself up. “Let’s do this!”

“Wait!” Sam held up a finger directly in Danny’s face. “Lemme get a picture.”

Danny rolled his eyes once more, only slightly irked that Sam just killed his mojo, but went along with her ushering to create her perfect picture. He ended up positioned between the portal and something labeled the “Ecto-filtrator”, standing uncomfortably in his baggy hazmat suit as Sam eyed her shots through the camera lens.

“Hm…” she began, “something’s missing. Something like—that!” Sam excitedly pointed to something to Danny’s left, already dashing over before he could turn to look at it.

“This!” She heaved, rummaging through the pile of teal and orange hazmat suits that had fallen out of their locker when Danny went to look for a suit his size. “This is perfect!” Sam sprang from her digging with a hazmat mask in hand, showing it to Danny like it was her new puppy.

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Perfect for…?”

“My picture, duh.” Danny blinked. Sam sighed heavily, like the perfection of some mask should’ve been obvious. “It’ll come out so perfectly uncanny. Like you're one of the guys who worked at Chernobyl going to check on the reactor, seconds before disaster!”

Danny blinked again, eyebrow still raised as he took the mask from Sam’s hand, holding it between his own two as he eyed it down. “Disaster? Sam, it's a hole in the wall.”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, I know. Pretty boring.” An evil smirk crossed her face as her voice rose in excitement. “But just think. An uncanny picture of you, full hazmat gear, totally fine before going in. And then, once inside, you go all the way to the back, where the lighting will be perfect, so I can snap another pic of you looking ghostly!”

A smirk of amusement grew on Danny’s face. “Ghostly?”

“It is a ‘Ghost Portal’,” Tucker piped up, air-quoting Ghost Portal.

“See!” Sam tossed out her hand in Tucker’s direction, “Tucker understands my vision!” She decided to ignore his snort following her statement.

Danny shook his head, smiling at his friend’s antics as he pulled back the strap of the mask and fit it over his head. He gripped the large filter hanging out the left side and readjusted it to fit better on his face. After finding the proper placement, the eyepieces rested snuggly around his eyes and the mouthpiece actually felt… comfortable?

“Well, how does it look?” He asked Sam, his voice muffled under the mask as he held out his hands theatrically.

Sam eyed him down, finger tapping at her chin. She glanced around from the black gloves, boots, and white body of his baggy hazmat suit to the gas mask covering most of face. The harness on the back of it had effectively made his messy hair even worse, making Danny look just slightly crazed. She smiled.

“Perfect.”

After more urging from Sam for Danny to look as “weird” as possible standing next to the portal in his getup, she eventually got her oh-so-perfect picture.

“Okay!” She exclaimed, waving her polaroid back and forth, “Now we just need one of you in the Ghost Portal.”

Danny was already way ahead of her, standing on the black and yellow striped threshold to the cold, metallic void. He started breathing comically loud, sounding like a poor imitation of Darth Vader. He put one foot forward, over the caution line. “That’s one small step for man.” And then the other. “And one giant leap for mankind.”

Tucker booed from behind him. Danny couldn’t help his shit-eating grin.

His booted footfalls echoed off of the metal plating in the small chamber. It wasn’t noticeable from the outside looking in, but the walls were covered in electronics that Tucker would probably have a better name for. Geometric patterns lined the walls glowing a bright blue. Danny imagined it’s what the guts of a PC would look like. It was actually… kinda nice to look at. Calming, in a way.

In his admiration of the patterns running through the chamber, Danny missteped and tripped over a pipe lining the bottom of the portal. His hands shot out in front of him as he tried to brace himself for the fall. His left hand caught him easily. His right hand, however, made contact and slipped on the floor, sliding to the left where his elbow then caught him.

“Ow,” he whispered, only slightly embarrassed by his usual clumsiness, “‘Cause two bruised knees just wasn’t enough?”

Danny brought his right hand back up and pushed himself back to sit on his knees. As he raised his left hand, he noticed the feeling of something jabbing into the center of it. He looked at the palm of his gloved hand, expecting to see something stuck to it but found nothing. Looking back down to the floor, in the dim illumination of the geometry lining the walls, he saw two buttons. One labeled “OFF”, the other labeled “ON”. The “ON” button was depressed.

“Uh oh.”

Danny got back on his feet, still eyeing the buttons on the floor. Almost immediately, the patterns on the wall started glowing brighter. A whirring sound began as the lights faded from a neon blue to an acid green.

“Danny?” He heard Sam call from the entrance.

In front of Danny, the back of the portal started sparking, the whirring increasing in volume. The lights grew brighter still.

“Hey, dude,” Tucker called this time, worry evident in his tone, “I think you should get out of there.”

Danny took a few steps back from the sparks in the portal before turning around to look at his friends. He was completely engulfed in bright green light before he could even think to make a move toward them.

Pain enveloped him entirely, ripping a scream from his throat so piercing it felt as if his vocal cords would snap. It felt as if he were falling apart. Every nerve was set on fire, the pain irradiating; it was the only thing his brain could process as his body began to melt.

The white suit “protecting” him began to fade as the portal started to eat away at it, burning holes all across his person. It left him nude and at the complete mercy of the end that was quickly approaching Danny.

Danny jumped harshly as a crack popped up on the face of his gas mask, quickly spreading further and further. He lifted shaking hands to his face, one hand wrapping around the filter while the other gently pressed to the glass cover. He jumped again as the glass broke completely at the contact, the filter in his hand snapping off like a twig. In a panic, he reached up to wrap his hands around the harnesses keeping the mask on his face, only for them to dissolve the second he made contact with them. His mask fell to the floor with a clatter, slowly melting into it almost immediately.

Danny’s breathing became quick as he covered his face with his hands, desperate for some kind of protection. His fingers slid across his skin, taking globs of flesh with them like a knife through butter. His exposed muscle burned as he brought his hands further up to his ears, feeling them droop in between his fingers. One lobe dripped down to the floor, sizzling as it went and burning up completely before it hit the ground. Danny let out a sob as the remaining cartilage followed after it.

His whole body began to burn as he grasped at his hair, chunks of it and the skin it was attached to coming along with his fingers as they squeezed his head. The scent of singed hair was just strong enough to smell over the blood and cartilage clogged in Danny’s nose.

The burning began to escalate and Danny brought shaking hands down from his head to watch in horror as his skin started to eat itself, turning him a raw red before it started sinking deeper from the top layer. Large bits of flesh were slowly disappearing, leaving behind purplish-black chucks of meat surrounding red-stained bone. His left arm barely remained, the skin eaten and bones turning black.

He could feel his organs liquifying. Blood rushed from his nostrils, trailing down over the exposed muscles of his face to connect to the red river pouring out of his mouth. The warm liquid burned its way down the sides of his head as what he could only assume to be his brain began to ooze out from his ears. He tried to inhale to continue his painful screaming but started choking on the bloodied goop of his melted organs instead.

Danny began to fall forward, blood splattering on the green-glowing floor as the flesh of his skinless knees connected with the ground. His hands reached out to brace his fall, the bones of his left cracking once they reached their target, sending shockwaves up his arm and through the rest of his body. He moaned pitifully.

Moments went by as Danny sat there, experiencing every unbearable second of his own demise.

Suddenly, the bright green glow surrounding him began to get brighter. Brighter, brighter, brighter, tears filling his eyes at the abuse they were forced to take due to his lacking eyelids. It came to an end so sudden, Danny was left stunned in complete darkness. It didn’t take him long to realize his eyelids had closed.

He opened them quickly in shock only to be met with the sight of a solid, glowing green mass wrapped around his boney hand. He fell back on his haunches, hyperventilating at the sight, bringing up his right hand to try and rip the goop from his arm. Digging his fingers into the green matter, he ripped it from his arm. It splattered against the floor before it jumped back up and reattached itself to Danny’s arm. Danny continued his actions desperately before giving up, violently shaking as sobs racked his body.

He slowly brought his slime covered arm down to rest on his skin-covered knee, eyeing it carefully as if it would jump out at him. He turned it over, back and forth, as his eyes wandered up the rest of his arm. Spots where chunks of flesh had been missing were now filled in with more of the green ooze, the rest of his body looking much the same.

He brought his hands up to face, feeling his skin, squeezing his nose, and rubbing at his ears. He rubbed at his neck, confused. Even the pimple sitting at his jugular that’d been bugging him for days had grown back.

Danny brought his hands back down to his knees, looking over them as if the green goop on them would start telling him what was happening.

“What…?” He uttered, voice clear, if a bit echoey sitting in the portal chamber.

His eyebrows raised when the color of the goo started to dull and then change. The remains of his tattered flesh began to change as well, losing its color to match against the now pale white, glowy goop of his once missing skin.

Danny stood quickly, worried something else was going to begin happening to him. Eerily, what appeared to be clothing began to fade in from nowhere to cover his skin. He yelped, trying to flick off the white gloves fading in on his hands. It led further down his arm, turning black as it did. He looked down to see the black clothing spreading to his torso from every limb. He kicked his feet in an attempt to rid himself of glowing white boots, panic once again settling in as the black suit completely overtook him. The black…hazmat suit.

“What…?” Danny uttered again, desperate to know what was going on.

He startled at the sight of glass appearing in his vision, hands shooting up to his face to protect it, only for them to collide with the gas mask he saw melt away. He stood stock still in confusion. Whatever had happened, whatever was happening, he was totally lost. He unconsciously began walking backward toward the portal entrance as he fiddled with the filter on the mask.

The back of his newly white boot collided with the same stretch of pipe that tripped him in the first place and Danny stumbled backward, exiting out of the chamber of bright green light. He was forced into an awkward full body spin, arms outstretched and ready for another fall, but he caught himself this time, standing uncomfortably with his legs twisted as he rapidly blinked his eyes to adjust to the dark room he’d just entered. He brought his hands up to rub at his eyes and when they smacked against the glass of his mask, he instead settled with squeezing his eyes shut as hard as he could.

“Danny?” A voice called from in front of him.

Danny’s eyes flew open in an instant. He immediately squinted at the light emanating from the portal, lighting up the room in a bright green. After a moment of letting his eyes adjust he got a closer look of what was in front of him: his best friends huddled together in distress. He met the red, tear-filled eyes of Sam, then Tucker’s, who was sitting next to her, arms around her in a hug. His tears were still rolling down his cheeks.

“Is that you, Danny?” Sam asked gently.

Danny stood in silence for a moment, still trying to grasp at the details of what just happened. His friends began to look concerned at his continued silence so he answered, “Yeah?”

Sam slowly removed herself from Tucker’s hold, meeting some resistance when he refused to remove the hand he had wrapped around her arm. She placed her own hand on his and patted it calmly. Tucker shook his head at her desperately, shrinking slightly when Sam glared back but not letting her go.

“Tucker,” she hissed.

Tucker gulped. “Sam, what if—”

“What if what? That’s Danny, Tucker. Who else could it be?”

“But—”

Danny watched the exchange in front of him, eyes darting back and forth at his friend’s arguing before he brought his hands up. “Alright. Stop. What’s going on?”

Sam and Tucker went silent immediately as Danny’s voice echoed around the lab. They looked at each other briefly before looking back at Danny. The silence stretched awkwardly as Danny waited for them to say something, staring them down the same way they were doing to him. After seemingly having enough, Sam inhaled deeply and opened her mouth, only to be cut off by Tucker shooting to his feet.

“What’s going on?! What’s going on is you walking into that portal and it kicking on and then you screaming bloody murder like your dying and then you just waltz out of there like nothing happened and like you aren’t—aren’t—”

“Glowing.” Sam finished.

Danny blinked and shook his head in confusion. “Weird timing for a compliment, Sam.”

“No, Danny, you’re,” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “you’re literally glowing. Like glow-in-the-dark type glowing.”

The hands Danny had brought up became his center focus, checking to see that they were, in fact, glowing. He looked down to the rest of his body, turning this way and that to see that an ever-present, soft, white glow covered every inch of him.

“Oh.” Danny said simply. “Huh.”

“Dude.” Tucker whined desperately, “What happened?”

“What happened?” Danny repeated quietly, staring off into space for a moment before the rush of memory completely overwhelmed him.

His skin turning red and raw, oozing and bubbling as it melted. His stomach churning as blood ran down his throat, mixing with the acid burning holes in his stomach lining. His lungs aching with every inhale of the putrid air, forcing him to gasp and wheeze with every breath he wished he didn’t have to take. His ligaments and tendons fraying and snapping as they slowly disintegrated. The mix of hot and cold as that goop enveloped his exposed bits of skin and bone, bringing stars to his eyes and bile to his throat.

The confusing jumble of rapid-fire moments that he just experienced came at him in a new light.

What happened? Something that should’ve killed him.

He should be dead.

Danny fell to his knees and hurriedly reached up to yank off his mask as bile quickly rose up in his throat. It burned its path through his esophagus and over his tongue as he spewed it on the floor of the lab.

Tears fell from his eyes and into the puddle below him, blurring his vision as he heaved and gasped. When it seemed his stomach had given up the upchucks, Danny reached up to wipe the drool from his mouth connecting it to the vomit by his knees. The tears kept falling and with every sniffle came a hard jerk from his whole body.

The more tears that fell, the more clear his vision became and with that clear vision came the sight of his glowing, acid-colored vomit, tinted with a concerning amount of red specks.

A hand gently pressing on his back startled Danny, making his head shoot up to be greeted by the sight of sad, purple eyes.

“Danny,” Sam began, rubbing his back in soothing circles, “are you okay?”

A guilt-filled voice from Danny’s other side sent his neck snapping in that direction. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry if I scared you, or made you feel bad, or something.”

Tucker’s quiet apology brought Danny back to the present, helping to force his memories back down. “No, no. It’s alright, Tuck. I’m fine. Not your fault.”

Tucker stared at him for a few seconds before breaking eye contact and staring over at Sam. Danny knew she was looking back with the same concerned expression on her face. He wanted to roll his eyes at his friend’s overprotectiveness but decided against it on the off chance it made him throw up again.

They sat quietly together, Sam rubbing Danny’s back and Tucker holding onto his bicep while occasionally offering an attempt at a reassuring back pat. When Danny was sure he wouldn’t throw up again at any sort of movement he sighed shakily and began making a move to get up.

“Could I, uh, get some help?”

His friends were quick to spring into action and began helping him up on wobbly legs. The grip they both had on Danny’s arms made it obvious he wasn’t going anywhere without them. His lips quirked despite himself.

“The sink? Please?” Danny urged, taking a step forward, desperate to get the taste of bile out of his mouth in case it made him nauseous again. Sam and Tucker gave each other another look before Tucker’s stare turned toward the sink and Sam met Danny’s eyes.

“Um, actually, Danny. There’s probably something else we should tell you.” Sam started slowly.

“Is it that I’m, like, super pale? Because trust me,”—memories of skin, charred and bleeding as he melts to the floor come to Danny’s mind, leading into the afterimage of black veins standing stark against bone white skin. He couldn’t help his wince—“I know.”

Sam shrugged, tightening her hold on Danny’s bicep. “Well, yeah, but…” she trailed off. Biting her lip, she looked at Tucker.

Tucker’s eyes widened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. “Uh well—what Sam is trying to say is—um—that you… should see for yourself!” Tucker squared his shoulders at the end of sentence, cockily proud of the solution he came up with. Sam groaned.

“I guess that is the easiest option but,” Sam looked at Danny once more, “I’m… not sure it’s the best.”

Danny sighed. “Look, guys, I don’t know what you two are worried about but I do know that I want the throw up out of my mouth. So can we just get there? Please?”

Sam nodded sourly and Tucker uttered a quick “Let’s do it!” before they both started pulling Danny forward once more. He tried to help as he was before, dragging his feet forward in a facsimile of walking. He was quickly losing speed though and his friends were all but dragging him before too long.

“Danny,” Tucker heaved as he slung Danny’s arm over his shoulder, “you sure you’re okay, dude?”

“Ugh, you’re getting sweat on me,” Sam tried to joke, the attempt falling flat as she flailed Danny’s arm around her own shoulder.

“I’m good. Just a little tired,” Danny huffed, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tried to catch his breath.

Each step between his friends was slow and careful, making the time to the sink that much longer. At least to Danny, as a drop of bile-tasting saliva slid down his crusted throat. He eyed the distant faucet, dying to wash out his mouth. He saw the mirror above it, reflecting the ominous green light from the portal back at them. Yet another glass object to explode at the slightest miscalculation. He wondered why his parents had it down here at all.

It was only a few more agonizingly slow steps before the trio reached their destination. Danny’s eyes were drawn downward toward the basin as he reached out his hands to grip the edge of it. Sam kept her tight grip on his arm while Tucker loosened his but didn’t let go.

Tucker was nice enough to turn the cold faucet handle on and Danny immediately reached his gloved hands under the stream, taking the water cupped in his hands and splashing it in his face. He reached back down and started to gather more water in his hands, bringing it up to his mouth with the intent to drink from it.

“Wait!” Sam yelled, startling Danny bad enough to send the water flying at his face.

“What?” Danny asked, not bothering to hide the whine in his tone.

“You don’t know what kind of… things got on your gloves in there! You can’t just drink from them!”

“Sam,” Tucker piped up from the other side of Danny, “I think whatever… things got on his suit probably already got to him.” He further made his point by nudging his head toward the mirror.

“Yeah, okay, maybe, but let’s not take any more chances. I can go get a cup from upstairs.”

“Look, Sam, if it’ll make you feel better, there’s some paper cups behind the—” Danny’s sentence came to an abrupt halt as he finally saw the person staring back at him in the mirror.

He met the toxic, glowing, green eyes in the reflection, opened as wide as his were. The hair on their head was an unnatural snowy white. Their ears ended in pointed tips. The glow surrounding their body helped to accent the sheer paleness of their skin and made the dead veins on their face stand out even more. Danny opened his mouth in a gasp and caught a glance of fangs lining the reflection’s mouth.

“Is that—” Danny stopped himself short again, discomforted at the sight of the person in the mirror mimicking his mouth movement.

Sam and Tucker’s own reflections stood behind the ghastly figure, their brows both furrowed with worry as Tucker nodded.

“That’s you, dude.”

Danny brought a hand up and pinched one of his cheeks, making the eye of that side twitch briefly. The reflection made all of the same motions he’d just done. A shaky sigh left Danny as he slowly came to terms with the drastic change to his appearance. He kept staring in the mirror, familiarity bubbling up as he continued to look at himself. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, hoping the sight before him would change upon opening them. It was only when he reopened his eyes and caught sight of the radioactive green glow that the memories nagging at his brain came forth.

Memories of him listening with rapt attention as his parents talk about ghosts over breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Theories for how they’re naturally luminous and why that was. Talks of ectoplasm taking shape to resemble something vaguely human. Discussions of how the ectoplasm took advantage of human emotion to replicate the personality of the once living being it was replicating. The assurance when his parents stated that the ectoplasm making up the ghosts in question would be a radioactive, unnaturally bright green.

Danny reached out his violently shaking hands and grabbed hold of the edges of the mirror in front of him as he looked deep into his own eyes, his eyes that glowed a green not natural to any human being on Earth. His thumbs dug further into the glass, first causing a crack before the mirror completely shattered before him. Tucker gasped and Sam uttered his name in concern as one of her hands left his bicep and attached itself to his shoulder. The glass fell into the sink, along with bright, green drops of liquid falling from his thumb. Danny brought his hands from the mirror, peering down at his spread palms and saw a cut in his suit. Underneath the safe material was the origin of the liquid; a cut against his skin, oozing the putrid, green goop. The same shade and texture as the slime that coated his skin in the portal.

Ectoplasm.

Ringing filled Danny’s ears as he slumped forward, bracing himself up on the sink. Tucker’s grip tightened on his arm and Sam was shaking his shoulder but he was progressively losing the ability to focus as a loud, pulsing beat began to grow louder, nearly overwhelming the ringing. His breathing became rapid, each inhale feeling more and more pointless as his lungs didn’t fill.

Danny’s legs collapsed out from under him, forcing Sam to release her grip and bringing Tucker down to the floor with him. Their voices were still muffled by the ringing, pulsing, beating that completely overwhelmed his senses. He could feel the hot tears streaming down his face as he brought his hands palm up once more and inspected the glowing green dripping down one of his white gloves. His shaking was only helping the ectoplasm flowing through his veins to ooze more as drops from his palm began to stain the floor of his parents lab.

In an instant, everything stopped. No more ringing or pulsing, no more talking from his friends. Reality started setting in and Danny was getting a full view of the high beams driving straight toward him.

“I’m dead,” he stated simply.

The silence accompanied him for a few moments more before Tucker started yelling.

“What?! Dude, don’t say that! You’re just… irradiated or something!” The grip Tucker had on Danny’s tightened to the point of being painful. Danny could barely feel it.

“Whoa, hey, Tucker, calm down. I think Danny’s just having a panic attack. Or something,” Sam piped up, yelling as well to try and overpower Tucker’s vocals.

The two kept arguing with each other, voices increasing in volume as panic made itself obvious from their outbursts. Danny sat between them silent, hearing neither of them as he continued to contemplate everything that had happened so quickly.

As the two kept arguing, it went unnoticed as their hands slipped through the arms they were holding, right up until their foreheads smacked against one another. Tucker flung himself back and rubbed at his head while Sam calmly sat back on her heels.

“Ow, jeez. Hardheaded much, Sam?”

Sam raised an unimpressed brow. “Says the guy with the thickest skull I’ve ever—wait.”

Sam was aware that they’d just been talking across Danny, too distracted by their own shock to really be concerned about his. But now… they were talking through him. A blurry half-image of their now glowing friend sat between them, still as out of it as he was before. Sam reached out to him, only for her hand to go right through him. Tucker saw this and reached out as well, waving an arm back and forth in his friend’s transparent form.

Sam started to breathe deeply to try to keep herself calm. On Danny’s other side she saw Tucker’s heckles raise and she knew his gasp was about to lead into a scream.

“Tucker!” she shouted, clearly not maintaining her composure over the situation. Tucker’s mouth snapped shut. “How about we all take a moment to breathe and just… relax.”

Tucker shook his head rapidly but at the glare Sam was giving decided she was more scary than their half-present friend and nodded instead.

“Okay! Okay.” Sam slowly inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Tucker tried to repeat her actions but made it obvious he was still very much freaking out. She would take what she could get.

“Alright. Danny?” Silence. “Danny.” No response. Sam huffed, crossing her arms. “Daniel James.”

That caught his attention. “What, yes?”

“We’re calming down here. Care to join us?” Danny lapsed back into silence, seemingly in thought. “I’m not taking no for an answer, Danny.”

“Alright, alright,” Danny reluctantly responded. Sam inhaled deeply through her nose again, waiting for Danny to follow. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. He reopened his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I—what.”

Danny finally caught sight of his blurry hands, easily seeing the lab floor through them. He bent all around looking at the rest of his body, his breath quickening once more. “Guys?”

Sam reached out a hand to try and comfort Danny but her hand phased right through him, causing Danny to jump to his feet and back away from his friends.

“See?! This is what I mean! I’m dead! I’m a ghost!”

Sam and Tucker both stood up after their friend, Sam raising up her hands as if she were trying to calm a startled animal and Tucker keeping his cradled hands close to chest.

“No, Danny. That’s—that’s not possible. You’re—you’re not a—”

“Yeah, man. I mean, ghosts aren’t real or—or your parents—”

“Oh, god, my parents!” Danny grabbed at his hair. “My parents are gonna kill me! I can’t be a ghost! I can’t—oh god!”

In an instant, Danny stood half-visible in front of his friends before he disappeared completely.

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker shouted simultaneously.

“What?!” Danny shouted back, panicked.

“Dude, you’re gone!” Tucker yelled to an empty corner of the lab. Sam stood next to him looking around the lab in confusion.

Danny looked down to his arms once more, no longer seeing a transparent image of himself but a much blurrier and colorless form of his body. Bringing his hand up left an image of it slowly trailing behind before it eventually reached where his hand actually was. And all at once, he popped back into reality, full color and no transparency.

His hands fell back down to his sides as he looked toward his friends. They were both staring at him in shock. Danny’s eyes began to fill with tears.

“See?” He said to them, “Ghost.” He choked on the word and sniffled as the tears started to flow.

Sam and Tucker continued to stare at their sobbing friend. Sam took a step forward and Tucker turned to look at her movement. She swallowed once, twice, blinking rapidly, before darting forward toward Danny, slamming into and nearly knocking him over as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She began to sob as well.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you. I shouldn’t have made you go in there, Danny. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Sam's apologies didn’t end even as they turned into hiccuped gibberish. Her arms kept tightening around Danny to the point it was getting harder to breathe. Tucker’s approach was much slower than Sam’s, almost nervous. He inched up to them and came to a stop just off to the side, looking over Danny like something else might start happening. His inspection came to a stop at Danny’s eyes, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds before his face completely shifted to despair and Tucker began sobbing as well.

“Dude,” he began, sniffling to keep more snot from running down his nose, “I’m sorry.”

Once again, Danny was nearly knocked over as Tucker came at him and wrapped him in a hug, one arm around his back, the other around Sam.

Danny cautiously brought his arms up and wrapped them both around his friends, leaning his head forward and resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder while pressing his cheek against Tucker’s. The trio stood together for a while, all trying to take comfort in one another as they continued grieving.

Suddenly, the group's sorrow was interrupted by a bright, white light that began to surround Danny. They all pulled back as the light grew brighter. Danny took a few steps back from his friends. They both began to follow after him.

“Wait, guys, don’t—”

The light grew even brighter, forcing Sam and Tucker to cover their eyes as it completely engulfed Danny. When it had seemingly dimmed, the two opened their eyes, only to be met with their friend, shoulders scrunched up to his ears and eyes squeezed shut, looking exactly as he had before he had entered that stupid portal.

The lab was completely silent as Danny cautiously opened one blue eye before opening the other at the sight of his friends staring at him in shock once again. Danny’s shoulders dropped.

“Now what?”

If he didn’t know any better, Danny would’ve thought his friends were part of the football team, what with the way they tackled him in yet another group hug. Danny’s legs got pushed a little too far back by the surprise and was actually forced back onto the floor this time, his friends coming with him as he landed squarely on his butt. His utterance of an “ow” was drowned out by Sam and Tucker excitedly shouting his name at him.

“You’re back! Danny, you’re back!”

“You’re alive, Danny!”

They continued to smother him with Sam pressing her tear stained cheek against his and Tucker choking on happy sobs. Danny could only sit in confusion at the complete one-eighty of the mood.

“Wait, what happened?”

Sam released her death grip from around his neck and sat back on her heels, wiping at her eyes before lifting up Danny’s hand and pointing at his palm. “Look, Danny.” Danny looked at the black gloves leading into the white hazmat suit covering his whole body. “No glow,” she finished with a smile.

“Yeah!” Tucker cheered, reaching up to Danny’s hair and pulling a few strands down toward his eyes. Danny winced as he eyed his black hair.

His two friends sat back, smiles wide on their faces as they looked at him expectantly. Danny stared off into the space between them.

“I’m alive?” He whispered. “I’m alive!” He then shouted, jumping to his feet in excitement. Sam and Tucker joined him in his elation, the trio all clinging to one another as they shout and cheer at the newest revelation in their weird journey.

“Oh, man. Maybe—maybe it was some kind of after effect and—and now! Now, I’m fine! I’m alive again!”

Sam and Tucker listened to Danny’s rambling theories at his predicament, first with smiles on their faces that slowly morphed into frowns as they watched Danny get…shorter? Danny, lost in his solo conversation, didn’t initially notice until he looked over toward his friends, only to look up at them in confusion. He looked down toward his legs, half expecting them to be collapsing from all the stress in such a short time, or at least something similar, but he was not expecting to not see his legs at all. He screamed.

Sam rushed forward, grabbing hold of Danny’s arm and trying to pull him up, Tucker eventually coming over to help as well. Together, they pulled him up abruptly fast, clearly expecting more weight to accompany their friend… and legs too. Sam gasped and Tucker yelled at the sight of their legless friend, only an upper torso being held between them. Danny, despite being able to see some semblance of his legs, was just as freaked. Just before the group could completely lose their composure, Danny’s legs reappeared, along with his extra weight as Sam and Tucker dropped him to his feet. The trio stared at one another in silence before Tucker piped up.

“But—I thought—”

“Maybe, some kind of after effect like you were saying, Danny,” Sam suggested, unsure of her statement.

“Huh,” Danny uttered in response before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back, landing on the basement floor in a heap. Sam and Tucker quickly rushed down to his body.

“Danny? Danny?!” Sam yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them in an attempt to wake him. On Danny’s other side, Tucker placed his fingers against Danny’s neck.

“He—oh! Sam! He has a pulse! He is alive! He’s—he’s—” Sam went around to Danny’s head and began lifting him up from his armpits, “—what are you doing?”

“Picking him up, what’s it look like?” She huffed as she managed to bring up his top end, making his head loll forward.

“Okay… why?”

Sam heaved, “I don’t know about you, Tucker, but I think it’d be better for everyone if we got out of this stupid basement.” She turned her head toward the active portal, Tucker following her gaze at the unnerving, swirling mass floating in it. “At least for now.”

Tucker swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” He then went to Danny’s bottom half, picking up his legs and waiting for Sam’s cue to start moving. She nodded her head toward the stairs out of the lab and the two began to make their way out, their unconscious friend between them.

“We dropping him in his room?” Tucker asked, eyeing the stairs behind him.

“Where else? I don’t think he’d be super comfortable waking up on the living room couch for everyone to see.”

“Well, yeah, but… should we tell his parents?”

Sam considered Tucker’s question, momentarily stopping in her tracks to look down at the unconscious boy in her arms. “I think,” she began, “we should leave that to him.” Tucker nodded in agreement and the two continued up the stairs.

Out of sight of the portal, the trio didn’t get to see as it shut itself off behind them.

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