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Ghosts of star Gamma Cas ©
#ghost of cassiopeia#space#gamma cas#astrophotography#nasa#apod#nebula#stars#galaxy#universe#astronomy#planet#solar system#cosmos#night sky
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IC 63, Ghost of Cassiopeia
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The Ghost Of Cassiopeia
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Picture of IC59 and IC63. This is a pair of nebula located near the star γ Cassiopeia, the big star at the bottom, which is responsible for making the nebula glow. Both nebula are composed of ionise hydrogen responsible for the red colour (especially on IC63) and colder dust/gas responsible for the blue colour (most visible on IC59). γ Cassiopeia can make taking photos of those nebula difficult due to the halos it produces, I did my best to limit its impact during processing, but there is still a faint blue halo around it. IC63 is also known as the Ghost of Cassiopeia due to its shape, it was discovered in 1893 by the German astronomer Max Wolf.
Image taken using a CarbonStar 150/600 newtonian telescope with a 0.95 coma corrector, ZWO ASI294 monochrome camera. 12x300s image for each filter (LRGBHa), total imaging time 5h, stacking and processing done in PixInsight. Details of both objects: IC63
IC59
#astronomy#astrophotography#space#nebula#photos taken from my backyard#IC 63#The Ghost of Cassiopeia#IC 59#emission nebula#reflexion nebula#quite proud of this one despite residual halo
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csp experimenting
#kamen rider ghost#sonic the hedgehog#kamen rider geats#kamen rider den o#my little pony#mlp fim#doctor who#pokemon#anipoke#tenkuuji takeru#azuma michinaga#rouge the bat#derpy hooves#the pistols brand art#queuesday#oc tags:#queen of waldotwt#turquoise dreyer#cassiopeia natsuko 🌙#taralia 🌟
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the locked tomb is literally the most haunted narrative i have ever witnessed. you cannot point at any single character, and say "this is their story", because everyone else is touching and has touched the story in some way. every character has their fingerprints all over the story. everybody's a ghost and they're all haunting these books.
that's because you're not reading one story. you're reading an entire universe of stories, some of which have already played out, some of which are actively playing out somewhere where you can't see them. you can smell and taste and sense these stories all over the one you're actually being told.
everytime a character dies or fails to die or dies in all ways except physical, they start haunting the narrative too. the original lyctors have been haunting the narrative since gideon the ninth, wake and alecto were both quite literally haunting harrow the ninth, both of the first two books are haunting nona the ninth. i can only assume alecto the ninth is going to be the book where we confront the ghosts.
and it's not just the narrative being haunted. individual characters are haunted by other characters. griddlehark are haunting each others' narratives. same with the tridentarii. john's somehow haunted by himself, which is impressive, and kind of overkill, considering all the other characters he's also haunted by, including the earth herself.
there are so many possible interpretations as to whose story the locked tomb is, and all of them are equally correct, because the story itself doesn't seem to know, and i mean that in the best way possible. i mean that in the way that this could be the story of two kids who grew up together. this could be the story of what happened to those two kids, or of what happened long before either of them were born. this could be a story, where everyone's story is actually about someone else.
everybody can have their own opinions. personally, i like the idea that the thing haunting this story the most is what we see in the john chapters of nona the ninth: two beings stuck in an endless loop of making and remaking each other. and they're in love. and they will be and already have been the death of each other. that feels very on brand for this series.
#what im saying is wouldnt it be cool if atn was just an exorcism for the narrative#get all those ghosts out of the narrative and into the story!!#get cassiopeia in there!! fuck it. get all the original lyctors in there!!!#griddlehark reunion so they can finally stop haunting each others' narratives??#and alecto at the center of it all. because she is the ultimate haunter of the narrative#the entire series is referencing her and her presence is felt all over every single book#and yet this'll be her first real appearence as herself. not as nona. not as a memory or a hallucination.#she will finally be a character in the story about her.#tlt#the locked tomb#tlt spoilers#the locked tomb spoilers#gtn#htn#ntn#atn#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#nona the ninth#alecto the ninth#gtn spoilers#htn spoilers#ntn spoilers#alecto speculation#fritz rambles too much
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The Dead Man
Wanna Read More or start from the beginning: Hallows Academy Masterlist @karaboutmyart @jj-pines @lerenee
“Attention: All students are invited to the first séance in the dormitory today, Friday, September 8th, at 16:00. It will be taking place in the storage room off the common area on the third floor (Hall Romanov). Again, all students are invited to join. There will be pizza afterward.”
-Euphrasie Head of Student Residency
Amora and Loki walked up the stairs of the dorms, the American girl’s heeled flats clicking against the steps as she walked up to the third floor.
“Do you think it will be a success?” Loki asked looking over her shoulder.
“Hard to say, it depends on what you believe in,” Amora answered, following behind her, “I like to believe that ghosts are real so something like the séance could work. Do you believe in ghosts, Loki?”
“I do,” Loki replied softly, “Do you?”
“I feel like I have to,” Amora began as they reached the 3rd floor, “I mean with all the fae and creatures that wonder about in our everyday life, I feel like it would only make sense for ghosts to exist.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I mean if something that is so inherently magical and whimsical exists, couldn’t be possible that something that is so inherently supernatural and paranormal exists as well? It would be odd to have one without the other if the two are synonymous of each other,” Amora explained.
“You can Luther would be fit to have conversations for hours with the way you are thinking,” Loki commented as they reached the setting area on the third floor.
“What about me?” Luther perked up, from one of the couches after Loki said his name.
He sat on one of the beige couches watching Lance and Odysseus play a round of Mario Cart on the TV in the living space. The larger brother looked over the couch to look at his sister over the bridge of his glasses, “What have I done now?”
“I wasn’t saying anything bad,” Loki scoffed, “We were just talking about whether ghosts existed or not and Amora was getting very philosophical.”
“Will I mean the existence of ghosts is based on personal opinion, but it wouldn’t be impossible for ghosts to exist given that they are very magical—”
“Brother Bear, as much as I love you, I don’t wanna have this conversation with you, it will make my brain hurt,” Loki remarked, leaning against the couch.
“Who’s winning,” Amora asked softly, as she rounded to be closer to Odysseus and Lance as they sat in the middle of the 3 large couches that were all in a U-shape, facing the flat-screen TV.
“Odis,” Lance muttered.
“Technically it’s someone named Maverick, from Marquis Island,” Odysseus replied, “but right here in this room, it’s me!”
“Odysseus, does everyone call you Odis?” Amora asked.
“No, Only the Holloway siblings call me Odis.” He answered, “I don’t even know why they do.”
“Odysseus Odis,” Luther commented, moving his hands as if to put the two names into columns. “Sound similar.”
“SWEET WE’RE PLAYING MARIO CART!” A boyish voice exclaimed before an olive-skinned blonde male vaulted over one of the couches and landed beside Odysseus giving him a little nudge, “You should have told me, dude, so I could take you down a peg!”
“Solomon you were studying,” Odysseus chuckled.
“Honestly, Mario Cart is more important than studying for my Forensic Science class,” Solomon scoffed before looking order at Amora, “Hi, I’m Solomon.”
“Amora,” she replied, sitting down on one of the couches while Loki sat on the arm next to her. She remembers Loki vaguely talking about Solomon. Her British roommate said he was friendly, but he can be a bit of a jerk when his best friend is around.
Euphrasie soon arrived with pizzas and all the items she would need for a séance, after Calliope joined the group around the TV, sitting quietly and keeping to herself. Euphrasie waited a few moments for a few more students to arrive like Iphigenie, before beginning.
“Thank you for coming, for the first-ever séance at Hallows Academy,” Euphrasie began, “we are going to take this box of séance items to the storage room then we are going to try and talk with ghost.”
“Euphrasie, I love you, but I only came to get some pizza before I went to work,” Iphigenie remarked, stealing a slice of pizza from one of the boxes.
“That’s fine don’t work too hard,” Euphrasie replied, before grabbing her box and heading to the storage room with her peers following her.
“Isn’t it a little late for that?” Luther asked as she walked by.
“One of the closers got sick during their shift and I was asked to help close,” Iphigenie answered.
“Want me to come so you don’t have to do all the walking alone?” Luther inquired, as Cassiopeia made it to the 3rd floor while a chocolatey red-haired dude had his arm around her shoulder.
“No, it’s alright,” she replied, “Thanks for the offer though.”
The British boy nodded, as she turned to walk away, “Text or call me if you need any rescuing,” he added.
“Thanks, Luther,” Iphigenie replied before letting out a little “Excuse me.” While passing Cassiopeia and the boy she was on the arm of.
“Get rejected, Luther?” The boy laughed.
“Roux,” Luther sighed, clenching his fist while having to urge to punch Roux in his pretty football player's face, “Screw off,” he muttered before being the bigger man and walking away.
“Hey, Roux!” Solomon interjected, “You going to join us in the séance?”
“That sounds stupid,” Roux scoffed.
“I thought it sounded like fun,” Solomon muttered a frown forming on his face.
“Dude, I don’t care what you do, but it sounds so stupid, especially since ghosts aren’t really,” Roux retorted.
“Stick around and maybe you will change your mind!” Euphrasie exclaimed, poking her head out of the storage room as Luther entered.
Roux looked to Cassiopeia who had only stood beside him in silence while her boyfriend had his little exchanges, “What do you wanna do?”
Cassiopeia shrugged, “What would it hurt, ghosts aren’t real, right.”
“You guys coming or not!” Euphrasie shouted.
“Yes, Euphrasie, Jesus!” Roux huffed, entering the storage room with Cassiopeia.
“Who is that again?” Amora asked Loki quietly, while Euphrasie began setting up the séance.
“Roux,” the British teen muttered in a disgusted tone, “If you do anything I advise, let it be staying away from him.”
“He can be nice,” Calliope whispered, from her place beside Amora, “sometimes.”
“Calliope, he’s only nice to you because you are Cassiopeia's sister,” Loki mumbled.
Amora looked over at Cassiopeia, ever since their first meeting anytime Amora as seen the girl always in red, the cheerleader has held a resting bitch face, but now, when she is cuddled up to Roux, she looks so small against his large frame and so miserable. Yet, every time Roux’s at her, he looks at her with a loving gaze, and she only smiles one of those smiles that is clearly fake, although Roux seems to not notice.
“She’s unhappy,” Amora commented to herself, out loud.
“What?” Loki asked as Euphrasie finished setting up the séance, with the Ouija board in the middle of the group of students, surrounded by candles.
“It’s nothing,” Amora replied.
Euphrasie cleared her throat before beginning to speak, “Oh spirits of Hallows Academy, we all come to speak to you today within this storage room. If you wish to speak with us, give us a sign.”
There is a large moment of silence, teenagers all looking at each other, as if nothing happened, “You could like… knock something down… maybe blow out one of the candles,” Euphrasie muttered.
After Euphrasie spoke something fell in the corner of the storage room making almost everyone jump, then look at all the séance items in the middle of the circle they formed.
“C-could you blow out the tallest candle?” The dorm resident asked.
The tallest candle’s flame is then extinguished, making the students gasp. The sounds of whispers filled the room, voices layered over each other talking all at once in shushed tones around the teenagers, yet it seemed like Amora was the only one who could hear all the noise.
The overlaying vibrations made her head hurt, “Amora?” Calliope asked, seeing the American girl's discomfort as everyone else was focused on the ghostly happenings in the center of the circle.
Loki looked over at her roommate seeing her with her head in her hands and her eyes shut tight, “Lovely?”
The overlapping voices continued to get louder as Amora’s head continued to throb in pain. She then looked up for whatever reason seeing the blurry silhouette of some individual standing in front of her.
The silhouette then approached Amora, standing right in front of her, along with the overlapping voice which continued to get louder and louder accompanied by a buzzing sound.
“Do you all not hear the buzzing?” Amora mumbled, unable to properly focus on anything.
“Amora? What’s wrong?” Loki asked concerned.
She can’t hear Loki, however, as the voice around her and the buzzing is so loud Amora felt as if her whole body was vibrating. With squinted eyes Amora watched the blurry silhouette reach out to her with one of their fingers, pressing the tip of their extremity into the center of her forehead.
The American teenager is then on the floor, unconscious.
“Amora!” Calliope gasped, while Loki immediately fell to her knees, to help her roommate.
Everyone’s attention is on Amora and by proxy Loki, “What happened?” Euphrasie gasped.
“I-I don’t know,” Loki stammered out, pulling Amora into her arms, “She just collapsed!”
“It’s the ghost!” a random student shrieked.
“Dude, shut the hell up,” Solomon scoffed, “Is she alright?”
Luther made his way over to his sister, taking Amora from Loki’s arms and picking her up and off the floor.
“Do you know if she ate anything today?” Odysseus asked.
“Maybe she’s dehydrated,” Lance added.
“I’ll call the Nurse’s office and tell them you’re coming,” Euphrasie remarked pulling out their phone.
Loki and Luther left the storage room, heading to the Nurse’s Office in the main building, where Amora stayed well into the night. While in between the land of being awake and in slumber, it feels like she is being watched. Once she was out of the land of sleep, she opened her eyes, face with a man.
With dark burgundy-brown hair, dusty pink skin, and heterochromatic eyes staring down at the blonde girl, left eye purple right eye pink. He had a tea-green glow to his whole body as he floated above her as she lay in bed.
Amora looked at him with wide eyes before he gasped, “You can see me!” The man remarked.
Her eyes got even wider, as the floating man above her put his hand up, “Please don’t start screaming!”
She obviously started screaming, which woke up Loki who was sleeping in a chair, “Amora! What’s the matter!” Loki exclaimed, coming to her side.
“DO YOU NOT SEE THE MAN FLOATING IN THE AIR!”
Loki paused and blinked, looking in the direction that Amora was pointing in as she screamed, “Lovely, it’s a dream, breathe.”
Amora stopped screaming, huffing out breaths and staring down the name as she snickered in the corner, “Go back to sleep, yeah, you’ll be better in the morning,” Loki remarked, affectionately rubbing up and down the blonde’s arms.
All she did was nod, sinking back into the bed she was in, as Loki took her place in the chair next to her, she could feel eyes on her. Not Loki’s, no she’s kind enough not to intentionally stare. No, it’s the eyes of that man, covered in a green mist, staring at her from the corner of the room.
And he continues to linger the next day, from the moment Amora woke, to being let out of the nurse’s office, to getting back to the dorm, he’s there with his 5’10 stature to the way he floats behind Amora at a good distance. He is just there, and the fact that it seems that she is the only one who can see him, Amora can only believe she is going insane, and she’s only been at Hallows Academy for a week.
“Gah,” Loki sighed, looking at her phone, “Lance wants me to come to his dorm.”
“Go, I’ll be fine,” Amora muttered while sitting in her bed.
Loki stood up from her bed, fidgeting a bit, “If you need anything text me okay.”
Amora nodded, before watching her leave their room hesitantly. Once alone, Amora pulled out her laptop and typed into the search bar: seeing people that other people can’t see.
Multiple articles, and definitions of hallucinations along with what could cause them waterfalled on her internet browser, “Chickadee, this isn’t a hallucination,” the man stated, “Put in Cobalt Thornton.”
“How do you spell all that?” She asked, before shaking her head.
“C-O-B-A-L-T T-H-O-R-N-T-O-N.”
When typing the name into the search bar, the top result was an obituary and an article from 15 years ago.
Tragedy Has Befallen Solostica: Hallows Teacher Found Dead
Solostica News Channel One Editor: Suzette Levi Writer: Nicolette Heri-Louis
Found deceased in his small home, on March 23rd, in the early morning, Cobalt Thornton, a Pre-Calculus teacher at Hallows Academy and a Solostian born and raised. Known as Mr. Thornton by all his students and Mister Blue by close friends and family. Respected for his passion for the field of mathematics, and tolerated for his stubbornness, it is shocking to find out that a well-respected man, who seemingly has no enemies, had been murdered.
Thornton’s death is undetermined as of this report. This case is a top priority according to law enforcement, Although Thornton’s wife, Primrose, stated at the funeral:
“The only thing that the sergeants have told me was that he couldn’t be cremated. Cobalt wanted to be cremated, that was his only wish! They won’t update me on his case, I don’t know how he died, but it must be made sure that he can’t be cremated, they're a joke!”
Cobalt Thornton is survived by his wife Primrose Mero-Thornton and his daughter, He was buried in Solostica Grand Church, yesterday, March 26th.
If you have any information about the death of Cobalt Thornton, contact Solostica Detective Matias Prescott at 020 9734 2648 or ask for him at the Solostica Supervise Office.
Below the article is a picture, of the same man that was now haunting her, yet less green, “So what? You’re a ghost?” Amora scoffed, looking over her shoulder at the ghostly man floating next to her.
“You honestly believe I am a figment?!”
“I am center I don’t believe you are actually a ghost, that you are actually haunting me!” Amora fought back.
Cobalt sighed, moving to the door, “There are plenty of old yearbooks around this campus, so why not go find one from before I died,” Cobalt suggested motioning to the door.
Amora sighed, staring at the article open on her laptop screen and then at the back at the ghostly man at her door, “Your little friend in orange might be able to help you,” Cobalt commented.
The American girl sighed, getting out her bed and heading out to find Euphrasie. Remembering that their room was on the 3rd floor, she made her way to Hall Romanov, knocking lightly on Euphrasie’s door where she could hear whispering before the door opened.
“Oh hey, Amora, how are you feeling?” Eurphrasie asked.
“I’m okay… I guess,” Amora replied, “I actually wanted to know if there were any old yearbooks I could look at.”
“How old we talking?”
“15 years or older,” Amora answered.
“Uh… Oh yeah! There are a few in the entertainment center from around that time… I think,” Euphrasie replied, “Come on I’ll help you look.”
“Thanks.”
The two seniors walked to the setting area in the 3rd hall, devoid of people now in time in the day.
“Why do you want to look at old yearbooks?” Euphrasie asked, opening the entertainment system shelving units.
“Something for my history class,” Amora answered, as the dorm resident pulled out a few yearbooks.
“Nice save, chickadee,” Cobalt noted, from his ethereal place around her.
“Thanks,” Amora muttered after Euphrasie handed her the small stack of yearbooks.
“If you need to borrow some just send me pics of the news you take so I know where they’re at,” Euphrasie stated.
“Got it.”
“Have fun,” Euphrasie chirped before heading back to her dorm room.
The chipper student had handed Amora some older yearbooks, that didn’t have Cobalt in them, as the pages were in black and white and from over 50 years ago. The last one she looked at was one from exactly 15 years ago, and thankfully in color flipping to the staff page and looking in the T’s their Cobalt sits, looking like the ghostly man that is sitting next to her, albeit less green. Even after finding him in the staff pages, Amora continues to flip through the yearbook, discovering a memorial page in the back of the yearbook dedicated to Cobalt.
“You’re actually dead,” Amora gasped.
Cobalt chuckled, with his legs crossed as he sat on the sofa across from her, his head tilted as his cheek rested against his fist, “I have no reason to lie about my mortality.”
Amora huffed, taking the yearbook she had in her lap with her back to her dorm room after putting the others away. She spent the next few hours at her desk, searching the web for answers about ghostly hauntings while making small talk with Cobalt.
“Okay! It says here that ghosts haunt those on the moral plain to so to curve boredom, and they are still on the moral plain because something is preventing them from ascending to the afterlife,” Amora explained.
“Ah, I have unfinished business,” Cobalt remarked, “…Yet I don’t remember what I would have left unfinished besides my entire life!”
“Mhm… do you remember how you died?” Amora inquired.
Cobalt thought for a moment standing in the middle of Amora’s dorm room, “I… don’t remember…”
“Someone says that if you help a ghost figure out how they died or tell them how they died this may help them ascend,” Amora read aloud.
“That sounds like a plan to get me out of your hair and free of this school, but how do we do that?” Cobalt pondered.
“Solomon,” Amora mumbled.
“Solomon?”
“He’s a classmate, he said yesterday he was studying Forensic Science.”
Amora got up from her desk and headed out of her dorm room if she could correctly remember Odysseus and Solomon were roommates, if she just went back upstairs hopefully, he would be there.
“Hi! Anore!”
Maybe she didn’t have to go back upstairs, as when she got to the stairwell, she heard Solomon’s voice yell something that sounded like her name behind her. When she turned around Solomon began to approach her, dressed in a nice dark suit.
“My name is Amora, but hi,” she said.”
“Ha… My bad, I know it was something like that, but I wanted to know if you were okay, ya’ know after yesterday.”
She looked at him confused which made him frown, from what Loki said and the fact that she didn’t know him why is so concerned? “Hey, don’t look at me like that!” He whined, “You went down yesterday like out of nowhere!”
“We barely know each other.”
“I can still be concerned! That’s a normal human emotion!” Solomon retorted.
“Well thank you, but I’m fine,” Amora articulated.
“Sweet!”
Solomon was about to ascend the stairs before Amora stopped, “I need to ask you something.”
“Okay, shoot!”
“How could I find out someone died?” She asked.
“Well, if it's someone recent the funeral home would have the records, my uncle owns the funeral on the island, I can look up whoever you need next time he needs my help,” Solomon answered.
“What if it’s someone older?”
“Mhm… the coroner's office might… can I ask why?” Solomon expressed.
Amora thought for a second, “It’s for one of my classes, I need to do a report on someone who died on the island, and the person I can’t find a cause of death online. I was wondering if I could find it from somewhere in town.”
“If it's someone from a long time ago, it should be recorded at the coroner’s office because that guy doesn’t get rid of anything, but he’s on vacation until next month… sorry, you may just have to say the death was undeterred in your paper.”
“Damn, okay thanks anyway Solomon,” Amora sighed.
“Glad I could help.”
Amora mopped back to her dorm, defeated, flopping onto her bed, unaware that Loki was in her own bed, “Overexert yourself?” she asked.
“No,” the American girl groaned.
“What’s wrong?”
“There is this thing I need, and the place I need to get it is going to be closed for the next month,” the blonde griped into her pillow.
Loki chuckled, “You could steal it… just break in and steal it,” she joked.
Amora lifted her head out of her pillow, looking over at Loki seeing her sit in her bed, her headphones around her neck as she read Shiley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
Amora giggled at the thought. Her in her coquette fashions breaking into the coroner’s office just to get the records on the weird-ass ghost that keeps floating around her. She had only been at Hallows Academy for a week, and she’d not only been bullied and housed with Loki but been touched by a spirit and now talking to a ghost.
Although it’s not a bad idea… breaking into the coroner’s office.
“Chickadee don’t even think about it,” Cobalt muttered, watching Amora look up the address for the coroner’s office while Loki was in the bathroom.
“Do you want to ascend or not?”
“It’s a nice thought but we can wait a month and just ask for my records.”
“We? Ha! There is no we can wait!” Amora exclaimed, before turning to look and point at him, “You can wait because you've been dead for the past 15 years, I thought I was hallucinating this morning, I would much rather have you gone sooner rather than later.”
Cobalt hummed, “Will, I’m tied to this campus, so if you are going to get into serious trouble, I can’t help you.”
“That’s fine,” Amora mumbled.
The plan: wake up early on Sunday morning, go to the train station and get on the first train which would be mostly empty, enjoy not having Cobalt waking you, go to the coroner’s office, find the back window (which would thankfully be to the records room) thanks to images online, and take a brick and throw it through the window praying that the place doesn’t have a security system.
One had made it to the window and had a brick ready in hand the next morning, she discovered the window was open slightly. With the brick now in the grass, Amora pushed open the window more so she could squeeze her body in.
Once in the small records room, she stood still and waited before she exhaled. Thankful that no security alarms were going off. “His last name is Thornton,” she muttered to herself, attempting to find the filing cabinet marked for the T’s.
Once she found the cabinet, she searched for what felt like hours for the last name Thornton, her eyes beginning to hurt from the light coming from her phone and having to look at such a tiny print.
Thornton C.
“FINALLY!” Amora exclaimed, before covering her mouth, pulling the file out of the cabinet, and shutting the drawer quietly.
She only wanted to take pictures and then put the file back and attempted to as she sat the file down and opened it, but before she could even snap one picture it sounded like footsteps were approaching the records room.
Not wanting to take her chances Amora closed the file and made a B-line for the window she came in, leaving it the way she found it before dashing toward the train station and heading back to campus.
Returning to her dorm room, Cobalt was the only present, “Glad to see you aren’t arrested,” he commented.
“Thanks for the concern,” Amora replied, “I got your file!”
She sat next to him on her bed flipping open his file, seeing a simple report listing information she already knew along with this suspect time of death, yet the one thing she searching for was the cause.
Cause of Death: Undetermined
“WHAT!” The two of them shouted.
Amora’s eyes continued to scan the document seeing a note at the bottom.
It is very possible that Thornton died of a heart attack, yet to do not feel confident in stating that as fact given his age and health history. So, his death will continue to be labeled as undetermined and his death will be labeled as murder.
Cobalt sighed as Amora groaned, “I’m sorry,” she mumbled before lying on her bed and facing the wall.
She pretty much stayed like that until the following day, mostly because she had class, giving a basic “I’m fine,” response whenever anyone, mostly Loki, asked if she was right.
Cobalt was ever-present following her through her classes, he doesn’t bother her, in terms of speaking or standing/floating near her, yet her knowing he’s around is a huge distraction for her.
When she entered her Trigonometry class she took a seat in the back next to Iphigenie greeting her with a small “hi,” before laying her head down on the table.
“I see you are very smart, I’m impressed,” Cobalt praised as the bell rang.
Amora groaned softly in response as her teacher began by greeting the class before getting started.
“…Lily…”
Cobalt's voice sounded much softer than Amora had heard in the past 2 days, he sounded so broken, so sad. Amora raised, looking at Cobalt and seeing him staring at her Trigonometry, before realizing that the two of them looked similar, with the color of their hair and eyes being identical.
If Amora was closer, she could probably tell that they had similar features, yet she is more focused on the fact that Cobalt got closer to her standing in front of her as she taught.
“My sweet little girl… you’re all grown up…And you are a mathematician!” Cobalt laughed, “My baby, I had no idea… Oh, Primrose must be so proud of you!”
He placed himself behind her desk, seeing all the nicknacks that littered her desk including pictures of herself and her mother, a woman with a darker complexion with graying violet hair, and chocolate eyes.
“Rosey… I’m sorry I left. I didn’t mean to… God, my girls, my beautiful girls. I hope you know I love you both so much, God, why did things happen like this? I wish I was actually here, with you, Bethy,” Cobalt lamented.
“Amora,” Iphigenie whispered nudging her shoulder making the American girl look over at her, “Are you okay?”
“Uh?” Amora asked quietly.
“Amora, are you crying?” Iphigenie questioned.
Amora touched her cheek, damp and covered in her tears, no doubt caused by the dead man in front of her lamenting to his daughter as if no one could hear him.
“M-my,” she stuttered out with a frog in her throat, “My eyes are just watering bad.”
Iphigenie is smart enough to know that the girl next to her is lying, but if Amora wants to lie, why not let her?
It’s going to be a living hell if this continues… This is linked to Cobalt. It’s not only strange just having him around, but Amora can’t just leave, she was coming around, slowly coming to like being a Hallows Academy, and now she’s a physic! This is like a waking nightmare, and it is going to continue to extensive agony if Amora continues to force Cobalt to watch his daughter teach every time she’s got Trigonometry while he stands in his purgatory.
She’s got to help ascend… it is the right thing to do.
What could go wrong? She just has to figure out how he died, right?
#Hallows Academy#hallows#amora#cobalt#euphrasie#solomon#cassiopeia#calliope#iphigenie#lilybeth#odyessus#lance#luther#loki#ocs#original characters#oc#original character#story#writing#writer#writer on tumblr#elfboyeros#fiction#ghosts#supernatural#drama#mystery#romance#thiller
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*Dreamy sigh...*
Isn't she beautiful..
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STOP BEING SO FUCKING KIND TO ME I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE
I SENT A CORPSE TO A CHILD
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You're too kind for your own good.
Fuck.
//Hello!! Rwat anon mod!! You're doing great lol no need to be nervous about interacting- if anything I was because I got accused of being- a not so great person yesterday and I was worried people were going to think that this character or that person was me ooc. Anyways, about rwat. They have severe intrusive thoughts constantly, and were in a manic state while sending threats and shit to paris which peaked with that package to sprite- but has now dipped down and they're more reasonable, though still unstable
i'll tell you one thing that i've never told anyone on here before. i know that this will make it publically known. but i think telling you will help.
i've done worse.
i don't know what - i've repressed most of that memory. but i was a stupid kid. i'm still a stupid adult sometimes. i probably snapped. my point is - if i can come back from that, so can you.
if you don't want to talk for now - or at all - i understand. i'll work on finding a good therapist near you who doesn't work with the cops - not sure if that's a worry you had, but easing it anyway. cops suck but if you'd like i will absolutely support you, okay? i can't go too extreme without drawing attention, but through... slight money laundering through my dude in johto i can make sure you have at least stable housing and supplies so you don't have to worry about those.
just remember. small steppy better than no steppy. and two steps forward one step back is still a net gain.
#//hey no worries! again i am sorry about not doing the research on that yesterday - i'm still a little shaken from the uwu stuff so#//especially since i was following and didn't notice the weird stuff since. unknowledgeable demi + not interested in those rp threads#//so it's still a 'heck i have to let people know' sort of topic for me and it caught you unfairly. honestly i was more worried you wouldn'#//want to interact with ME after that and that would then cause problems for you and ghost with me offering the stuff#//i just have big anxiety lol. rejection sensitivity + ptsd my beloathed. and yeah intrusive thoughts Suck#//also i don't actually know what she did yet. i don't know if i ever will... though i say that and now i'm having thoughts#//a variant of a traumatic event that (ironically) i DO remember. maybe it'll help me get over that finally lol#//okay yeah i know at least a vague idea of what she did. and now she has a nose scar because it didn't heal properly unlike mine#//also i hope it doesn't ruin anyone else's rp that i'm basically pulling a cassiopeia here with hacking for currency#//that's why it can't go too extreme - and in hindsight i could have offered that for sprite too but i don't think he'd have accepted
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Make a Drabble of this but with Colli and all the pets and Palismen.
Good morning, my dear @joltthewolf! 👋😊
Thank you for the request!
Drabble: We Love Colli
It was a quiet afternoon on the Boiling Isles as a certain small starboy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold was ambushed by his pets and some Palismen. There even was a banner, with the words 'We Love Colli'.
Speaking of Colli, the kindhearted eternal little boy was cuddled by everyone. Colli visibly enjoyed the affection. It wasn't a secret that Colli was a huge cuddlebug, who had a lot of love to give. Flapjack nuzzled softly Colli's freckled cheek.
Colli had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face the whole time. "Awwwwww! I love you all too!" The immortal celestial boy said softly.
The End
#lost but now found au#the collector#flapjack#owlbert#string bean#ghost#emmiline#clover#lilith's palisman#raine's palisman#maya#andromeda the palisman oc#cassiopeia the griffin oc#orion the griffin oc#sapphire the cat oc#lobo the wolf oc#fanfic
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Gamma Cas & Ghost Nebula © Antoine Grelin
#space#ghost nebula#astrophotography#ghost of cassiopeia#stars#gamma cas#night sky#astronomy#solar system#universe#cosmos#galaxy#planet
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The Ghost of Cassiopeia, Sh2-185 // Stephen Kennedy
The bright star responsible for lighting up the nebula is Navi (γ Cassiopeiae). This is a quadruple star system about 550 light years away. The brightest member is a blue subgiant about 13 times the mass and 10 times the size of the Sun. The name comes from it's use as a navigational aid during the Apollo missions and is named after Gemini 3 and Apollo 1 astronaut Virgil Ivan "Gus" Grissom (1926-1967) being his middle name spelled backwards.
#astronomy#astrophotography#nebula#reflection nebula#dust#interstellar dust#ghost of cassiopeia#IC 59#IC 63#Sh2-185#star#quadruple star system#star system#navi#hey! listen!#gamma cassiopeiae#etymology#history#cassiopeia
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#idk what their tag is gonna be#lotta good options#cassiopeia#casandromeda#something to do w the ghost?#cas#for now ig :.)#caspian
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Rea & Cassia
woe, rea and cassia snippets be upon ye (an elaboration on the rea thoughts and ideas that have been bouncing around my brain)
Cassia was the one ghost Rea wasn’t sure she could really see. Cassia was there, ever hovering behind her shoulder in the bathroom mirror, but what Rea wasn’t sure of was whether she was real, or a manifestation of her guilt. When Cassia spoke, Rea didn’t the sound in the same way she did the voices of other ghosts. Her dead friend’s mouth moved out of time with the sound, and her voice seemed to beam right into Rea’s head. “You know what you did,” she said, as she always did. Rea felt no less miserable for how often she endured it. “You killed me,” Cassia said.
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The worst part was, Rea found a sick sort of comfort in Cassia’s presence. A sort of reassurance. If Cassia was dead, it had been real. Even if the guilt haunted her, at least she wasn’t alone. At least she had Cassia with her still, even in her death. Sometimes Cassia would appear to her while she was bathing, and they would sit on opposite sides of the tub from each other, chest deep in water, like they never had before her death. It was almost comforting to know Cassia was watching over her know, even as a spectre of her own guilt. Even as a reminder of her most egregious crime. Life was less lonely with Cassia there to watch over her, and time had allowed Rea to grow used to her presence. Rea hadn’t noticed her at first, after the incident, when she was too sick on guilt and grief to levy herself out of bed. Rea wagered she had spent the better part of a month in her bed, lying in this illness until she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything. The world moved on, but she could not move with it.
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The ghosts had never bothered Rea much. There had never been quite the volume of them around her as there were starting the month after Cassia died. When Rea was thrust back into the world, the spirits seemed to be pulled toward her like the rushing pop of air after a seal broke.
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Badger Day Au (part two)
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"Fourteen?" Aquaman repeats, turning his chair to face Danny. "Fourteen what? Days, weeks, months?"
Flash hissed like he was in pain, "Please don't say it's been fourteen months!"
Danny trailed his eyes away from the ceiling, away from the bothersome crack, and toward the single window in the room. He could just barely make out the Cassiopeia constellation. Its distinct W shape winked and flickered, drawing up a memory from a few loops into this whole mess. Tucker had wanted to comfort him, seeing as Danny had just broken down crying over how frustrated he was with everything.
The Ghost of Cassiopeia. Also known as IC 63, about 550 light years away.
A giant cloud of dust and gas. A nebula. Its ethereal glow reminded people of spirits they would see in haunted houses or fields. So they called it the ghost of Cassiopeia.
But it wasn't a ghost, it's simply hydrogen that's been bombarded with ultraviolet radiation from the nearby star. A blue giant called Gamma Cassiopeiae. It's also known as the center of the constellation. The light from the blue giant makes the majority of the nebula glow a vivid red. The blue around the edges is just light reflected off the dust within.
Tucker had joked that Danny should try and see how far he could get before the loop restarted. See if he could even get past Jupiter. Danny had just snorted and brushed his suggestion off. What was the point when he should be spending his time trying to fix the loop?
About six years in, Danny had given up and tried.
Eight months he had spent flying. He got further and further out into the void, surrounded by darkness and the beautiful stars in the distance to guide him. He never managed to make it past Pluto before he was brought back.
"Years," Danny confessed, his eyes still trained on the faraway stars.
"YEARS!?!" Superman cried, standing up so fast his chair was sent flying into the wall. Danny glanced back up at the crack, watching as it grew just a little larger, plaster dust sprinkling down like freshly fallen snow.
Sighing, Danny sat up and stared at the group. How many times has he had this conversation? How many times was he going to explain what was happening? How many times was he going to wake up in his bed just to restart all over again?
"Years," Danny repeated, "Fourteen years. Like I said, I've tried everything."
They sat in silence for a moment, just digesting his situation. Batman was standing still, his fists clenched tightly. Superman looked faint like he would pass out. Flash looked devastated.
Wonder Woman leaned forward, her brows furled in confusion, "Were you cursed, young one?"
"No, I checked. You checked. Heck, even Zatanna and Constantine have checked. I'm not cursed." Danny grumbled, slumping down to rest his head on the table.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to just curl up and sleep for the next however long. Wanted to hug Jazz and cry about how unfair it all was. Wanted to curl into his mother's side and cling until she made it all better. Hide behind his father until he knew it was safe.
but he couldn't.
Something always happened when he tried. If he stayed home from the very beginning of the day, the league would call him over and over again, convinced he was needed for the case Batman had. They even sent Flash over a few times just to search the city to drag him to the meeting.
(He was happy they hadn't figured out his civilian identity yet, but man was it hard to watch as Flash stuck his face into every nook and cranny around town yelling his name. Danny's lost count of how many times the man got overshadowed.)
If he managed to convince them that he was in a loop, then they found it would be safer for him to stay up on the watchtower. where they could keep an eye on him while searching for a way to break it.
Or, if he managed to convince them he was sick or something and they left him alone, Vlad would start acting up. Jack would call him on the phone to cancel Maddie's meeting with him because Danny was 'sick'. If he convinces Maddie to go and stay home with his dad, then Jack somehow opens the portal long enough for one of his rogues to slip through.
It just never ends. Everything he's tried ends with him having to go ghost and fight. The calmest day he's managed to have ended with Box ghost blasting the portal doors open so he could give him a homemade lunch from his wife, which then led the ghost to find Jack's new weapon box and go ballistic because of his obsession.
after that, he gave up spending time with his parents and focused more on his friends and Jazz. This was equally disastrous.
so, his safest option was to go to the meeting and stay with the league.
Glancing up, Danny watched as the time slowly changed on the clock; six twenty-nine, tick, tick, tick, six thirty.
Sighing, Danny sat up and held his hand out, making eye contact with Batman. He might as well get the day going, no use in wallowing in self-pity. He's done that plenty already.
"I already figured out what the cult wanted to do, we just need to figure out where their next meeting is. I'll fill you guys in on the rest." Danny added, wiggling his fingers in the hope it would make Batman move faster.
Batman sighed and handed him the folder. Once Danny had the folder, Batman sat down to listen to his report intently.
Flipping the file open, Danny grabbed the first page and showed it to the group, ignoring how a copy showed up on the big screen behind Batman. (again, why use paper if he was just going to project it?)
"This is the result of the cult's last meeting, two weeks ago. as you can see, the ground has been scorched and the ritual circle permanently carved into the cement." Tossing the paper and ignoring it as Flash scrambled to catch it, Danny grabbed the next couple of pages.
Holding up the seventy missing person reports, Danny placed them on the table and separated them into four different piles. "After some digging, Batman was able to figure out the pattern between the missing people. This group," Danny pointed to the one on the left, "consists of organ donors who were anemic."
pointing to the pile on the right, Danny continued, "This group is made up of meta-humans who have powers related to the elements. they also all happen to have more than one piercing, though Batman didn't really figure out if that had an impact on whether they were chosen or not..."
Pointing to the northern pile, Danny separated the top seven pages. "while everyone in this pile has some relation to an ancient and powerful witch from the 1500s, these seven are the only ones who still share her 'family' name. I'm not sure exactly how this affects the cult's motives, Batman hadn't shared that with me in all the loops so far."
Danny glared at Batman in annoyance, he didn't care if there was a good reason or not. Without fail, in each loop that Danny's made it through where Batman makes the connection; he would refuse to tell Danny about it.
Rolling his eyes at Batman's unwavering apathy, Danny continued, "The last pile consists of people who have been dead at some point in their lives. whether it be just a few seconds or a few weeks."
passing the reports around, Danny pulled the next page from the file. "Flash and Constantine were able to connect the past locations of the cult gatherings. Constantine figured out there was a specific magic signature that he could follow, so he had Flash drag him around the world to map the locations."
tapping the table, Danny selected the world map. Glancing at the paper he had pulled out, Danny marked the places with a red dot. Then he marked the places Constantine found in blue. Looking up, Danny found the league staring at him.
"What?" Danny huffed, shoving the hologram away from him. Batman grabbed it and started to examine it.
"So, do we need Constantine for this?" Green Lantern asks, scratching his head.
Shrugging, Danny tossed the folder over to Wonder Woman. "You can call him if you want, but he won't get here until noon. He's in the house of mystery dealing with a pixie infestation."
"pixie infestation?" Superman asks, turning to look over to Zatanna. Zatanna reached into her jacket and handed him a pamphlet, not turning away from watching Danny with curious eyes.
"Anyway, like I was saying. the cult's been going around taking all these people and using them in their rituals."
"you said you knew what they were trying to do, what was it?" Batman asked with a noticeable frown.
Sighing, Danny pinched his nose. "they've been trying to summon Pariah Dark."
"The ghost king!?!?" Zatanna squawked, slamming her hands onto the table.
"yeah, that bastard," Danny grumbled, rubbing his face. The cult hadn't been successful for all fourteen years now, so Danny wasn't too worried about it. But still... If something, anything really, changed just the slightest; would they succeed? Would they drag Prariah out of his sarcophagus and let him lose on the living?
Danny's already had to face him once, he didn't know if he could do it again. The Fenton ecto-skeleton suit had been ruined last time, to the point dad hadn't even tried to fix it.
"Bastard?" Aquaman repeated, eyes narrowed, "You speak as if you've met him before."
"I have," Danny admitted, "and I will again if we don't do something about the cult." What if this is the loop the cult succeeded? what if it's the next one, or the one after that? could Danny even do anything to prevent it?
Zatara sat down with a heavy thump, her eyes widening in shock. Danny lifted his brow, wondering what was wrong with her. She hadn't acted like this any other time? what was different? had he said something he hadn't last time? hmm, something to think about later.
"back to the case," Danny shrugged, turning to gesture at the hologram of the world. "we were able to narrow down the cult's next location to about seven hundred places. I was able to check off about six hundred and thirty these last few loops. That leaves about seventy places they could be."
Danny used a yellow dot to select the seventy places he still needed to check.
"um," Flash started, nervously glancing between Danny and the globe. "you just highlighted the whole grand cannon and all of Alaska... and the Himalayas.... and the-"
"Yep," Danny cut in, "Like I said, I checked off all the others. These are the last seventy I still need to check. I haven't before because it's a lot of ground to cover. I was hoping I'd catch a break and find the cult before I had to check all those places, but nope. The fruitloops just had to make it difficult.
"oh," Flash winced, "do, do you want me to check them out?"
sighing, Danny leaned back in his chair, "I would love to have you check them out, but you need a magic user who knows what they're looking for to go with you. it's why we haven't found them yet, it's taking forever."
"Oh," was the only response he got.
"you know what we are looking for?" Zatara asks, finally getting over whatever had surprised her.
"yeah, it's hard to explain. I'll have to bring you or the others to a previous place and show you."
"hmm, alright. after the meeting, why don't you bring me so that at least one more person can help start looking, until, john is freed up at noon?" she suggests, tilting her head to the side.
"sounds good with me," Danny shrugged. it's not like it'll hurt to have her looking around, heck, they might even get lucky and she'll find them.
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#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny fenton#justice league#dp x dc crossover#Danny is stuck in a Groundhog Day kinda situation#and he would like to be let out now please#Batman Is very worried#so is everyone else#Badger Day Au#The Badger Day Au#part two
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The Ghost Nebula
The Ghost Nebula, also known as LBN 762, is a dark nebula located in the constellation Cassiopeia.
It is named for its ghostly appearance in images taken in infrared light, where it appears as a dark silhouette against the backdrop of brighter stars and gas.
Credits: NASA, ESA, and STScI; Acknowledgment: H. Arab (University of Strasbourg)
#space#nebula#constellations#astronomy#galaxy#stars#cosmos#space exploration#astrophotography#outer space#aesthetic
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