#fillin up space fillin up space….

[chthonicgodling]

also re: Loki occupying all my hopes and dreams right now (for the love of god pls read this current state of Elysium post lmfao) -

it is always very funny to me how the tides shift from main character of the week and onwards. there’s NO rhyme or reason to this it’s just however the cookie crumbles once again the hilarious fickle nature of running a rpverse,, like I have no idea what Chal’s been up to cause I haven’t seen her in a month lmfao???? as reiterated in the linked post i have less than zero control over this cast o characters whomst i singularly write and draw for and physically place words in their mouth - yeah that means nothing i. i’m just a spectator. loki show now it’s fine (truly! just very funny. whiplash)

hey loki + taci (tory & Maci’s couple name) isn’t that just

[kiss4tell]

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒, john price.

summary: john loves fucking you in the shower, pressing your body against the fogged-up glass as he takes you from behind. cw: shower sex, breeding kink, hair pulling, explicit language, established relationship. wc: 490 note: man, i'm just yanking everything out of my drafts today.

Steam clings to the air, thick and humid, curling around your bodies as hot water beats down against your skin. John’s hands are everywhere—gripping, kneading, claiming—his broad chest flush against your back, the wet heat of his breath fanning over your shoulder.

“Look at you,” he rasps, voice rough with want, pressing your body up against the slick glass of the shower door. His large hands slide up your sides, gliding over your soapy skin before settling on your tits, kneading them with slow, deliberate squeezes. “So fuckin’ perfect, love.”

You gasp as his teeth graze your shoulder, nipping at the damp skin before soothing it with a kiss. His grip in your hair tightens, tugging just enough to arch your back, pushing your ass out, giving him a better angle to align himself with your dripping cunt.

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day,” he mutters, running his cock through your folds, teasing you, making you whimper. “Thinkin’ ‘bout fillin’ you up, making you mine all over again.”

A desperate moan catches in your throat as he finally pushes in, stretching you open with a slow, aching slide. He groans at the way you squeeze around him, his hands splaying over your stomach, pressing down as if he wants to feel the way he fits inside you.

“Fuck—��� He draws back before snapping his hips forward, setting a brutal pace, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing in the tiled space. Your tits press up against the fogged-up glass with each thrust, your ass bouncing with every deep stroke, and John groans, gripping your hip with one hand while the other fists in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you, sweetheart?” His voice is dark, wrecked, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you, over and over. “Gonna keep you full of me?”

Your whimper is lost in the steam, in the sound of his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer. The pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in your core, and he can feel it—knows you’re close by the way you tremble, by the way your walls flutter around him.

“That’s it, love,” he grits out, leaning in to nip at the shell of your ear, his pace never faltering. “Come on—give it to me.”

And you do—your body shatters around him, pleasure flooding through you in thick, blinding waves, your legs threatening to give out. He holds you up, fucking you through it, chasing his own high until he finally spills inside you with a deep, guttural groan, pressing his hips flush against yours as he fills you to the brim.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he stays there, breathing hard against your shoulder, his hands smoothing over your trembling stomach, as if imagining you swollen with his child.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction. “That’s my good girl.”

[sturnshood]

ᯓ★ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩.

pt. 01 — pt. 02

✮ warning: sexual implications, possessiveness — no biggie.

chris loves having you in his lap. if he has the chance to grab you and put you there, he’s doing it. it didn’t matter if you were in public, around strangers or people you knew well, he always wanted you there. you weren’t sure if it was it was a possessive type of habit or simply that he just loved having you close, but you never complained, not once. like tonight, in the middle of a house party surrounded by people you hardly knew and faces that you’d probably never remember, chris found it so difficult to not have you within arms reach.

chris sat comfortably on the couch, manspreading and demanding space as he always did, leaving his lap empty and that bothered him. a lot. chris turned to you, giving you a slight tilt of his head to motion you over to him. you weren’t far from him, but it was too far for his liking. “c’mere, sit.” he muttered, the blunt lazily hanging from the corner of his lips causing his words to sound the slightest bit muffled. he reached over, snaking his hand around your waist to give your hip a light squeeze. you complied, of course, and you moved gracefully to sit yourself in his lap, sitting sideways with your legs draped over the outside of his thigh to keep a good eye on him and everything else happening around you.

“hate not havin’ you close.” he murmured, lips wrapping around the twisted tip of the blunt to drag in a slow, long hit. you eyed him closely, finding just about anything he did to be fascinating when he was in his element like this. his walls were up and he was always on guard, protecting his space and protecting his girl.

“i was sittin’ right next to you. that not close enough for ‘ya?” you asked, draping an arm around the back of his neck to hold yourself up a little closer to him. he’d never admit it out loud, but god, he fucking loved when you clung to him like this. chris chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he exhaled the thick smoke, avoiding having it blow right into your eyes. it’d happened a few too many times and he learned to dodge it if he could.

“never close enough if you want me to be honest. not even this is close enough for me.” he hums, his crystal blue eyes following the movement of one of his friends walking in front of him. his hand gripped your hip a little tighter. that all but confirmed every suspicion you had. he was possessive.

“afraid I’m gonna get snatched up by one of your friends or somethin’?” you asked. you knew you were playing with fire with that question, but you just had to ask. you needed to hear his reaction. his grip on your hip tightened yet again, making you wince a little.

“don’t be a fuckin’ brat.” he warned, reaching over your lap to snub the blunt out in the ashtray before situating himself back against the couch. “just like keepin’ track of what’s mine. nobody’s gonna fuck with you if i’ve got you on my lap. plus, maybe i just enjoy having your ass all up on me like this. no harm in that.” chris smirked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as if this conversation happened all the time. his efforts at making you blush never failed and it drove you crazy. he hardly ever had to try.

“blushin’ now, are we?” chris questioned, cocking an eyebrow as he finally brings his other now empty hand up to rest it at the small of your back, pulling you closer. he leaned up, lips barely brushing over the shell of your ear as he spoke, “if it were up to me, i’d have you sittin’ here with my dick fillin’ you to the brim just to have you as close as i need you to be.”

love, ℳ.

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ⭑.ᐟ @meatballlover10 @blushsturns @sturns-mermaid @sturnslotto @chrislilcumslvt @baestvrn @jeanncm @chrissbows @chrissysturnzz @sophand4n4 @courta13 @uhnanix @frankoceanfanpage @strnilolover @sturnvq @oopsiedaisydeer @sturniologirlzz @itsmaddielouis @pasteldreams @breesturns @isasflorals @middlepartmatt @allylovescody @y3sterdaysproblem @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @rainy-darling @emely9274 @conspiracy-ash @stxrsniolo @slut4brunettes @cayleeuhithinknott @bellasstrniolo @sturniolofan10000 @nickmillersn1gf @2muchofaslvt @slutformatt17 @cykss @sturnboos

[obsolescent]

Coloring Inside the Lines

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Requested: "This but she colors in his tattoo with what she wants to buy to see if it’s the right shade or what she wants."

Author's Note: Ask at the end! Very firm believer of Simon following you around like a puppy, or more like a guard dog lol.

The bustling activity of the store makes the aisles a bit cramped, you and Simon snaking through other customers browsing. You’re doing your own shopping while he tags along, just happy to be in your presence. 

Pausing in front of an eyeshadow palette that had caught your eye online, you begin to test some of the shades on your skin. Swatching a couple shades, you turn your arm side to side to see the effects they have against the lighting in the store. 

Pursing your lips, you notice your skin has leftover residue from the other products you had tried. Trying your best to wipe the majority of it off, but some pesky undertones of certain colors remained. Needing a clean slate, you contemplate on where to test the shadows.

“Somethin’ the matter, love?” Simon leans over you, peering over your shoulder. You perk up at his question, gears turning. “Could I ask you for something?” You inquire, looking up at him, batting your lashes for good measure. 

Simon nods, smiling at you. “Of course, love, what is it?” You hold out the tester eyeshadow brush that has one of the colors swatched already. “Could I use your arm? To test out some of these, please?” You beg, doe eyed. 

He crosses his arms, tight black shirt straining against his muscles. Your eyes dart down to the display, unable to resist before snapping back up to his face, trying not to lose focus. He smirks, he knows what he’s doing, the damn looker.

He rolls his eyes, before holding one of his tattooed arms out for you. You squeal, saying, “Thank you, baby!” as you swipe the color over the top of his hand. The shimmering shade against his pale skin pops, looking much better without the remnants of other colors below it.

You begin to swatch the others, working down the palette, top of his quickly being filled by the hues. Your eyes drag up the expanse of his arm, another idea forming. Simon, currently distracted by his phone, doesn’t notice when you take the current color on the brush and begin to fill in an empty space in between the ink on his forearm.

Giggling to yourself, you continue until you’re done with the shades, all the different colors filling in the lower portions of his tattoos. It honestly doesn’t look bad, the colors complementing each other nicely. Simon takes this moment to glance at you, then to his arm. Chuckling, he says, “Nice job at fillin’ in,” He remarks, tilting his arm to look at your handiwork.

You smile at him, before walking over and grabbing a spray bottle with rubbing alcohol inside, along with some tissues. Wiping the makeup away from his arm and tattoos, he watches you with adoration. “Thanks for being my tester, darlin’,” You say, reaching up and kissing his cheek. “Of course, love. Any time.”

Ask:

[spidrboots]

i'm { drownin' } in POISON . i'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow -- full of p o i s o n ; i'm sick of the POISON . . . wish i had somethin' to live for tomorrow . . .

* ——- — indie, literate, & selective angel dust roleplay blog of hazbin hotel. personals dni. 18+ only. written by space (25, he/it). feel free to like / reblog if you want to interact. heavy & dark themes will be present.

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[spade-riddles]

Spade, nothing happened. :/ Do you think we put too much stock into these anons? I’m tired of getting my hopes up, but that’s on me, I guess. It’s just that Taylor can play this “burning it down” game alongside her “happy with Tractor game,” and she gets away with pleasing EVERYONE, but gaylors only get theories. It’s a good business model…I just feel as manipulated as we believe the Swifties are.

Years ago ♠️ visited for roughly two years, to entertain and distract us from Karlie's 🤢 marriage stunt. The emoji anons likely visited us throughout this tour for the same reasons (distract from the toxic oaf and his organization). I believe our fandom is important to Taylor and her story. So we get these visitors. There is no way to know how far out some of these riddles and messages are meant to be.

This is a good post from @heda-heather:

[briannabrackens]

who: @jalabharmooton when and where: the halls of riverrun in the run up to the yuletide season; the season is in full swing, and brianna is making her way through the halls back to the apartments of the hand of the king and his family when she comes across lord mooton.

brianna bracken found herself in the dimly lit hallway, the flicker of torches casting long shadows along the stone walls. she wasn’t sure why she’d stopped, her breath catching as she caught sight of lord jalabhar mooton, seemingly overseeing something occurring out in one of the courtyards. he stood by one of the narrow windows, staring out at the snow-covered grounds of riverrun. the sight of him there, so still and distant, pricked at something deep in her chest. gathering her skirts, she approached, the soft swish of her traditional riverlander bodice—checkered in greens and browns—her only warning of her approaching presence.

“m'lord mooton,” she began, her voice carrying a lightness that didn’t quite match the curious knot in her stomach; she referred to him with the name she always did, as though to try and lighten the dimly lit hallway and the strange sorrow that sometimes came from celebrations. "oh, ya are leaving?" she asked, her voice carrying in the hallway as she looked out the window, noticing the belongings being packed into transport. if he were leaving, she knew why. she'd accept it, understand it; but she'd at least want to offer some words. “i heard word you’ll be leavin’ us soon. leavin’ before the feasting even begins, or the beer.” she paused, watching him carefully, though his gaze didn’t shift from the frosted glass.

her hand hovered near the stone wall, her fingers brushing lightly over its surface as she felt the biting cold from the windowpane. such was the change in these months, it only added to the sense of strange holiday melancholy. she hesitated, glancing down at her boots, the leather scuffed from too many long walks through the riverlands' muddy paths. “but maybe it’s not my place to ask, is it? maybe there’s somethin’ callin’ ye back that’s none of my concern. still...” her words quietened rather than softened, alluding to the fact she knew he could be expected to do some other business. it didn't seem like the queen though.

“it’s what makes folk gather this time of year, isn’t it? fillin’ the spaces where the missin’ things used to be. i’m not sayin’ it’s easy——but you’ve people here. even friends, maybe.” her lips quirked in a small, slightly cheeky smile; friends that did not include the manderlys and the rest of the group she associated with him at this point. “don’t let yourself be alone if you don’t have to be, aye? there’s more than enough places at the table.” she paused a little bit, her hands moving as she spoke as they usually did; though she reminded herself to steady them. her voice lowered, almost like they were discussing a conspiracy. "plus, where better to hear things, hm? we're a gobby lot, especially a couple o' beers down."

[orcboxer]

Re that post about elemental planes of x...

PLEASE tell us more about your elemental plane of language that sounds awesome and I want to know everything.

Depending on who you ask, the Atrament could be a place, a form of matter, an entity, or an idea.

It's an infinite library, a tower reaching up towards heaven. It can show up damn near anywhere, but if you look away for even a moment it's gone. That's the trouble with planes unbound by time or space, portals never seem to last. The workers in the tower keep buildin higher and higher, tryna see how far into heaven they can reach before divine punishment puts an end to their terrible work, but what they don't realize is there ain't no gods to stop em. At this point it's been goin on for so long, the workers at the top have never seen the ground, and they never will. Even if they jump they'll die long before they stopped fallin.

It's a substance, an ink that never fully dries, never stops moving. It gets in the water, stains your hands when you're not lookin, and warps your perception of reality, or maybe it's warping reality itself, hell if I know. My great aunt used to say the construction of the tower library began when the water in the well turned black, sent everyone into a fit of terrible madness. But if the ink comes from the tower, how could it have poisoned the townsfolk before it existed?

It's a conscious entity, if you ask the preacher, and it's trying to communicate with us through our own words. That's why the church folk never stop writin, never stop fillin up that damn tower with books, even though most of the books are gibberish. Every combination of symbols can be found in that library, and it looks like it means nothing, but sometimes you'll find one with your name in it, or a snippet of a moment you swear is a dream you'd had long time ago but since forgot, and a feller can only suspend disbelief for so long before he starts to think maybe there's a larger pattern behind it all. Trouble is, everyone who believes in it thinks they know what it's tryin to say, and none of them agree. Is it god, is it a demon, is it an alien, does it want us to find it, to reach it, to kill it, to build it? Does it know we're here at all?

You ask me, it's an idea that sticks in the mind, a pattern you keep repeatin to yourself no matter how hard you try to stop, a terrible madness that set a whole town to buildin a tower that never ends and fillin it with books that never cohere yet somehow never repeat. Stranger come into town last week lookin for her friend, sayin they gone up into the library lookin for somethin and never come back. Told her we get folks like her all the time, that friend ain't real, you just got hold of a nonsense book that sounded too familiar. It's a trap, I told her, a trick of the mind tryna get you wanderin right into that old tower, and once you go in there start askin questions you ain't never gon come out. Best you forget about your friend right here and now cause the longer you think on it the less you'll understand. It starts fuckin with your brain, you start sayin shit that don't make sense, over and over until you're just a crude signal repeatin the same sentence over and over again. If you ask me, it's cause it's an idea gets in your mind and stays there. Like an obsession. It's what got this whole town buildin a tower that never ends and fillin it with books that never cohere. Somehow they never repeat though. But the people here do. Hell, you think about it for too long, ask too many questions, you just start sayin the same thing over and over like a radio signal playin the same tape over and over. Over and over and over and over. And if you ask me, it's an idea that worms its way into your mind and

[overrdoser]

Not to be a buzzkill but I hate that you probably

Don't want me, you just want somebody

Fillin' up the empty space in your bed

Am I in my head?

[okieize]

                          @sureophelia

                          " what up , doc. got a favor 'ta ask. " no need to beat around the bush. letting themselves into her office space , he hitches up onto the desk with an absolutely shit eating grin. " i need some cadavers , fresh ones , 'ta be specific. been wantin' to try meat pies but with a more . . . taboo sorta fillin' , if 'ya catch my drift. 'ya willin' to help a fellow diligent worker out ? "

[crosaidi]

" If yer starvin’, I think I got protein bars, " he chuckles, and he’s honestly got more’n that, but he works long hours and so take-out and delivery aren’t exactly uncommon. That’s one thing that he’ll have to adapt to, he supposes — not that he’s complaining. There’s a running list in his head, and if he stopped to think about it he’d probably be a little alarmed at just how domestic it’s getting so quickly. 

Still: he steps around, and pulls open a drawer and starts moving stuff around. He kind of exists in a state of organized chaos; he’s not messy, but also it’s not like much is neat and things like socks, boxers, and workout clothes aren’t even close to folded and have just been tossed haphazardly in the same drawer, and shirts and whatnot are really just folded enough to keep them from looking rumpled. But: that also means it doesn’t take much to clear out one, and there’s already plenty of closet space. 

" I ain’t worried, " he declares, and he’s not. In the closet he’s got a few things he keeps nicer — a couple dress shirts, pants, that kind of thing — and he pushes them over to make space. " Oh, I dunno, " he ponders. " I like t’think we’re creative enough t’fill time somewhere. Or, " and he says it so casual, though with a little wicked bite of his tongue as he pushes a box up onto the shelves, " Fillin’ each other somewhere —— "

" It is a promise if the fan is fixed, yes. " Because why not put two and two together? it had been a while since he'd picked up his guitar, but maybe he would for Paerin just this once. A smirk rests on his lips and it's proud, it's not as if either of them had been ignoring that fan but he was certain it's swing had become a little worse since he'd moved in. temporarily. But he shouts his response as he's walking away with his things to start unpacking, he knows himself and he knows if he doesn't do it now his bag will stay that way for the rest of his time here.

He's barely opened his bag and started to sort through it when Paerin reappears, despite the amount of nights he's spent in his room before now, Aksel isn't the type to go nosing around and doesn't want to start pulling drawers open to see where there's space for his things. " forty - five minutes? good thing I am not starving. " words are laced with sarcasm but he's joking for the most part. " one drawer will do and then I'll use the closet. I travel light. " he had to given his usual living situation, he could only fit so much inside the van and he didn't have much in the way of belongings.

Finally Aksel unzipped his bag and started to pull his clothes out along with the essentials, it wasn't as if he had to go far if he'd forgotten something. " It is a dangerous game letting me near your clothes with my track record. " He looked over to Paerin with a small smile. His toiletries were pulled out and set to one side so he could take them with him next time he went to the bathroom. " This is not going to take forty five minutes so once we are done here... what are we doing? a puzzle? board game? that seems innocent enough. maybe some colouring? " His face is turned away but the smirk can be heard in his words as he grabs a couple shirts so he can put them in the wardrobe.

[milobooker]

🐾💤🎠

🐾 = What is your muse’s favorite animal? Do they have or do they want any pets?

"can't say i've got a favourite, but i do have a mr meowcolm. he's my old, decrepit ginger tommy, and i mean old. he's gotta be like, fourteen now? he don't do much these days, but he's my best man."

💤 = What position does your muse sleep in? What side of the bed do they prefer? How many blankets and pillows do they usually use? Do they snore or sleep with stuffed animals?

diagonal, from pillow to corner. he sleeps across the bed without care for the amount of space he takes up. he's usually got two pillows but he folds one over and sleeps on his stomach holding it. he doesn't really snore, but he mumbles. oh, does he mumble.

🎠 = What is your muse’s favorite carnival ride, game, and food? What do they like to do first when they go to a carnival?

"those tea cup things that spin. you ever been high and — uhh, i mean, you ever just been really happy on one of those things? can't beat it. and i love those games with the guns! where you shoot at bottles and shit? not to toot my own horn or anythin', but i'm pretty solid at those." he grins. "food. all of it. greasy, sweet — your boy is happy fillin' himself on all of it."

[gingacd]

wtf bolok in psychonauts!??!?!??!?!?

aka i’m forcibly merging my two favorite medias into one unholy abomination. sorry psychonauts fans.

[moqlnkkn]

have i made a post yet saying i want jade west to meet rosa diaz? bc it’s a mood.

[ultalliance]

The machines scatter as he hits them with tail, even as energy blasts hit wings as they fire wildly. Screams from people as the majority of them scatter. Save one near his claws who looks down at the spilled over bag of spices, meats and ingredients that is now all over the floor. Looking more peeved than scared of what's going on. Even as Ben displayed a prowess with the beams that cause palms of the large Sentinel to burst, weapons sputtering before it simply started charging.

"Remy was gon' love that." The woman below remarked, cracking gloved knuckles.

"NON-HUMAN DNA DETE--" The large Sentinel began, before they were swiftly cut off by a flying uppercut to the torso that sent it buckling over, before a cartwheeling backwards kick sent it crashing to the ground.

The woman rolling her shoulders with a scowl as she hovered in the air. Tanktop and long sleeved cloves almost reaching her shoulders, complete with jeans and combat boots. Glancing back at the dragon filling up the wide space of the mall with an amused chuckle.

"Guessin' ya ain't from 'round these parts, sugah," she said, shaking her hand from the punch from earlier. "Ah would recommend either gettin' outside or doin' somethin' 'bout fillin' half the mall lobby."

With that, the woman is far more focused on evading the much smaller Sentinels and their fire, grabbing the outstretched arm of one to swing into others before hurling it into the eye of the slowly standing larger brethren when said eyes flare. Wincing at the beam that went wide.

"Gettin' upgrades every time wit' these here things, sheesh."

This thing was a lot tougher than he'd been anticipating, remaining standing from both his pounce and his attack... and evidently still more than capable of fighting back, as he was forced off and away from it by concussive blasts and a kick against his chest.

The Dragon reeling back in time with the sudden assault from the other, smaller sentinels- great beast being slammed crashing through the wall and back into the mall in a stunned heap.

Groaning as he shook off the rubble, cacophony of screams from the scattering crowds of civilians quickly rising him from his momentary stupor, unfolding his wings to guard against any errant attacks that might strike the innocents around them in the crossfire.

"These things could give Techadon Robots a run for their money..." He muttered to himself, lashing out with his tail to sweep the smaller bots assailing him away to clear a shot at the larger one.

Reptilian eyes narrowing as he focused in, mouth glowing once again as unleashed another blast of energy, this time keeping his upper beak downward so the beam bursting from his throat would be split into two by it, trying to precisely strike the sentinel's palms and damage whatever weapons system was within them.

As long as they're out here testing things...

[mewnekoice-mecha]

DP x DC

Part 2 of Idol!Danny

Quick summary: Danny is performing in Gotham, the bat boys & girls go see it. Que Simps Damian and Tim

Here’s Danny’s outfit as always

*knock**knock*

“Phantom ,your on in 5 ok”,said the manger for this event, “Please head to the stage, we’re ready”.

“Ok, I’m on my way,” came a light male voice with a soft undertone that didn’t seem human. The male in question was none other then teen idol and meta sensation PHANTOM or in his dimension Danny Fenton, a teen with glowing white hair that constantly shifts like it’s underwater, eyes that glow a bright neon green, small fangs that fill a faerie like face, his entire appearance screams supernatural. That’s not the only reason he’s so popular, but we’ll see why later.

At the moment he was about to do one of his biggest concerts to date in the city of crime itself Gotham City, Home of the Bat and His Birds. Doing one last check to make sure his outfit and makeup was perfect, Phantom left his room and headed to the main area in the arena that he will be singing in, in just a few minutes.

Taking a breath Danny shook himself and grabbed the headset that was handed to him, as the workers fitted around him doing last minute checks before he goes on. Eyes flashing brighter then ever, a smirk came across his face as he felt Lady Gotham’s Knights had decided to join his little concert, now he HAS to make this a performance worth remembering.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, YOU KNOW HIM YOU LOVE HIM, PLEASE WELCOME PHANTOM!!!!”

Time to knock ‘‘em dead Fenton

*Jason’s POV *

‘I can’t believe Cass and Steph, dragged us to a concert for some lame meta twink singer, I could be sleeping or shooting at assholes right now buutt nooo I gotta be here with demon brat, replacement and dickie as well’ I thought as we grabbed our seats. Steph and surprisingly Cass have been raving nonstop about some meta singer that popped up a year ago. Apparently he’s been taking the music scene by storm and he’s already won awards for his music despite his young age, I can’t help but Amit I’m a little curious about him as it’s almost unheard of for a meta to be so open about they’re powers like he is. As soon as I thought that, the announcement to welcome the kid who’s stage name is apparently Phantom came on, guess I’ll see what’s the fuss about ,when QUIETNESS and Darkness greeted me.

*Danny’s POV*

After my announcement came, i floated invisible and intangible to the center stage, then I grabbed on my core and PULLED all the light to me so there was only Darkness, that’s when the music started and I began to SING

🎶Better-Arc North, Rival🎶

I slowly became visible as I sung a bright spot in total darkness

“Like we’re underwater

Can’t hear nothing

You’ve been casting a spell

I’m all yours now

Yeah, you’ve been

Fillin the space upon my mind”

I floated slowly around the stage like I was looking or daydreaming about someone, a dazed/happy expression on my face

“And tell me everything

Both the good and bad

Cause whatever you tell me

I will still like everything that I see

Cause nothing feels better then us

I’m so high can’t get down

No nothing feels better than when I’m with you”

Moving closer to the edge of the stage I could see and hear the dazed, blushing faces of my fans screams and cries of I love you and Phantom filled the air, it was almost time to dazzle my little specters

“My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie

Nothing feels better than you”

As soon as the bass started to drop Releasing my hold on my core, the entire arena became a NEBULA with me as its center, bright blues and purples filled the arena as shooting stars shot behind me

“Nothing feels better than this

No nothing feels better than this”

Looking at the faces of my fans I could spot some shocked faces in the front row, and low and behold it was Lady Gotham’s birds. Creeping closer I leaned close to one of them a male with shocking blue-gray eyes and smelling a bit like coffee I sang my next part

“Let me be your safe place

If the sky would open

I’m making sure that you stay dry

In the greatest of storms

I’ll be your light”

Leaving him slacked jawed with a pretty blush I moved on to the next bird closest to me which happened to be the one with pretty green eyes and gorgeous Arabic tan I’ve ever seen, he was scowling but had a light blush that was unnoticeable to untrained eyes, taking a clawed finger I lightly brushed against his face not quite touching but still noticeable

“And they can’t tell me nothing

That will make a difference

Since I got everything I need in you

I’m invincible I believe”

He was staring wide eyed at me like he couldn’t even believe I was talking er singing to him, moving back to the stage I started using my ecto-ice to make a light mist that cause the nebula around me to sparkle as I air danced

“Cause nothing feels better

Than us

I’m so high I can’t get down

No nothing feels better

Than when I’m with you

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie”

Bringing my hands in front of me I slammed them together creating a would be universe around me with a shadowy figure reaching a hand out toward me for me to take, reaching for the hand I grasped it and pulled it towards me as the shadows peeled away from the figure showing a gothic loli teen with a bat choker on and golden eyes

“Nothing feels better than you

Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I wont lie

Nothing feels better than you”

Ending the song on that note I hugged Gotham as a thanks for letting me use her as a stand in.

But as for her knight’s I had no way of knowing just how true my song would become for me and them

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as always this is an open prompt so if u like the prompt you can borrow it or make a story out of it all I ask is just a mention of where it came from