#his skeleton had left to join the skeleton war

[shotmrmiller]

tw: mentions of roofies, murder, then smut:)

cbf!simon would absolutely kill for you.

cbf!simon has always been your partner in crime.

even in your youth, back when he was built like a daffodil, he was always by your side. kept you safe from the mean girls at school, always got in trouble for throwing hands at boys who made crass comments at you and the like. then he'd left his butcher job to join the military. "I gotta learn how to keep you safe, love. i'll always come back to ya."

and he had. he returned to you almost four times his size; he left a boy and came back a man. down to your very bones, you knew that he would always keep you safe.

which is why he was the first person you called when the guy next to you at the bar roofied your drink. the beer fizzed irregularly and had an almost milky colour even though it was an ipa.

the idiot had dared to smile at you, an oily, crooked grin with yellow teeth, and lifted his own glass to toast with you.

you bolted out of your seat in seconds, heading straight to the ladies' room, and dialed.

he answered on the second ring.

"please come get me." you hadn't meant to sound as terrified as you felt.

"be there in 5," then hung up.

he lived 15 minutes away from the dingy bar.

true to his word, he was there in 5, texting where you were at.

inside the ladies bathroom.

he let himself in, put his jacket around your quivering shoulders, and with a strong, comforting arm, guided you toward the exit and into his truck. simon remained silent as he sat you in the passenger seat, gently pulling the seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place.

he stood next to you, his hands resting on your jean-clad thighs, waiting patiently for you to explain.

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you sort out your thoughts. you no longer felt afraid, that much was certain. simon has always been your pillar of strength. there was nothing to fear with him at your side.

so why do your hands continue to tremble? digging deeper, you realize that you're angry. no.

furious.

some imbecile thought he'd take advantage of you. if you'd been any more drunk, you would have been a victim— wound up lifeless in a dirty ditch.

you burned with fury, your blood boiling under your skin. how dare he? how dare he?

simon softly touches your tightly clenched hands, coaxing your fingers to unfurl.

everything pulls hard to port when your eyes land on his disfigured knuckles— scarred by battle. you've never liked what simon did for a living. he just fought and killed people that some higher-up told him were the bad guys.

in war, there is no good or bad side. the field is too soaked in blood for anyone to recognize where the line is if there even was one to begin with.

until now. just this once, you couldn't be more grateful that simon possesses the skills he does.

you make your decision. "there was a guy in there. green hat, ugly brown jacket with yellow, crooked teeth. he drugged my beer, then toasted me so i would drink it."

his hands tighten around yours marginally. "and now i'm here, safe, with you. but he's still in there, with potentially a pocket full of pills, on the lookout for his next victim. how am i supposed to sleep tonight, knowing that if someone goes missing tonight, the blood will be on my hands?"

you cut your eyes to his dark, hardened ones, and the words tumble out of your mouth with surprising ease.

"there's trash in there that needs throwing out, simon."

nothing but a wretched mongrel that needs to be put down.

simon's nod is subtle, but it's there. you exhale a shuddering breath, heart slamming against your ribcage.

he's a gun in your hand, and you've just pulled the trigger.

simon hands you the keys to the truck. "are you sober enough to drive home?" he quietly asks.

hard to keep a buzz when you almost became a victim of—

"yes."

he's opening the glove compartment, taking out his skeleton gloves, and a tac knife that he tucks inside the waistband of his jeans.

"go home. i'll see ya in a bit." his voice is flat, lifeless.

simon closes the door and raps his knuckles on the hood of the truck before heading inside.

and so the elephant marches to war.

-

it's well past midnight when he crawls in through your window. one moment his boots are on the windowsill, the next he's pinning you onto your mattress, hips flush against yours.

his chilly, clean hands lift the hem of your loose shirt, dimpling the soft skin that his fingers dig into— his bare lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"he is no longer a problem."

he grinds his clothed erection against the flimsy fabric of your sleeping shorts.

"you did the right thing by telling me what he did."

simon trails a path of open-mouthed kisses from your ear down to your mouth, licking your bottom lip.

"nothing gets me harder than when my girl looks at me to keep her safe."

your breath hitches when a hand begins to move south, lifting the waistband of your bottoms and sliding his fingers over your slick pussy. "it seems you like it too. does it turn you on, ordering me around like a dog? i bark at your command, pet."

one finger sinks into your wet heat, his groan drowning out your own.

"you like having this much power over me? how easily i bend to your will?" he croons.

there are two fingers in you now, so much thicker than your own, and the way they curl and drag along your nerves has your toes tingling. he takes you to the precipice at frightening speed— the expert hands that kill without remorse are the same ones that are bringing you your pleasure.

he thrusts his fingers into you with an obscene squelch and a thumb circles your slippery clit.

"i'd burn the world to ashes if you asked it of me."

the coil in your stomach is tight, your body tense in anticipation.

"so... would you? would you ask me to bring the world to its very knees?"

the answer sits on the tip of your tongue when you climax around his fingers, walls pulsing rhythmically, arousal dripping from his knuckles.

later will be a good time to reflect on how you don't feel even remotely guilty for what's been done.

for now, you focus on how good simon feels as he slowly sinks into you, splitting you wide open with his heavy cock.

-

simon finds no pills in the guy's pockets. no baggie, no bottle.

nothing.

shame that his little love has declared the guy's life forfeit.

your wish is his command.

[ofmdrecaps]

12/11-12/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samson Kayo; Zayre Ferrer; Damien Gerard; Dominic Burgess; Lindsey Cantrell; Articles; Fan Spotlight: OFMD Advent Calendar: Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

= David Jenkins =

Our dear Pirate Nana (amladydragonfly on bsky) had a bit of a spill at Galaxy Con Columbus, and it left her with some intense bruises! She posted updates on BsKY about them and Chaos Dad, David Jenkins sent her some love--and an invitation to join the crew! You really are badass and beautiful Nana! Just FYI, Nana also wanted me to tell you all that she is doing much better, and is ok after the whole incident-- but wouldn't have been if it weren't for all the kindness of this fandom! She says she's never felt so loved-- so thank you so much crew for taking care of her and spreading so much love and joy her way! You truly are the best crew ever!

Source: David Jenkins bsky = Rhys Darby =

Anyone gotten a chance to watch This Christmas yet? I got to this weekend and it really was adorable. I love Rhys' character, and not just because it's Rhys, because he's a goofy adorable dude. Interested in some fun behind the scenes with the characters? Here's a fun vid below!

Source: Youtube

In regards to more of Rhys' animated works -- "Curse" was nominated for an emmy! Check the article out here!

Source: Instagram

- Darby Daily Doodles -

Only a few more daily doodles for this year!

Source: Darby's Free Substack / 2

- Darby Family Kittens -

Caesar has been getting into some mischief at the Darby Household. Thank you Rosie for the continued cat content!

Source: Rosie's Instagram

= Taika Waititi =

Taika got to work with some fantastic folks at Disney to help make The Boy and The Octopus happen and a lot of folks are praising the ad!

Source: Paige Bonanno

Lots of cool BTS from The Boy and the Octopus as well!

Source: PRConcierge_ Instagram

= Samson Kayo =

Samson has been very busy with the F1 movie in Abu Dhabi (and chilling with a Simone Ashley)!

Source: Samson Kayo's Instagram Stories

= Zayre Ferrer =

One of our talented writers, Zayre Ferrer has been continuing their imaginary Spin Off Series on Bsky! There are so many I'd really love to see actually-- if you'd like to follow along with all their new stuff, check out their bsky!

15: Cuna de Lobos: A New Den

16: The Wire: The Re-Up

17: Cheers: Last Call

18: The Ricardo Radio Hour

Source: Zayre Ferrer's Bsky

= Damien Gerard =

Hey! Father Teach's Black Ops 6 was nominated for a bunch of BAFTA's and he's putting up some autograph signings on his site! Interested? Check it out here!

Source: Damien's. Bsky

And as always, Damien is keeping us all up to to date on his kitties.

Source: Damien's Bsky

= Dominic Burgess =

Dominic shared another picture of his character, Beef, on the new Star Wars: Skeleton Crew show!

Source: Dominic's BlueSky

= Lindsey Cantrell =

Lindsey has been getting all those Tiny Boat certificates signed!

Source: OFMD buys Boats Instagram

== Articles ==

Thank you again to @adoptourcrew for keeping us appraised of all the articles coming out! There sure is a lot this time of year-- it makes me feel like honking!

Source: AdoptOurCrew Bsky

== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Advent Calendar =

The OFMD Advent Calendar has been going strong for many days now lots of new awesome works by many of our fandom folks being released each day! It's currently going on bsky here, and hosted and Door Artwork done by TillyChMo! (You don't need a bsky login!) The first day's fic is here by kentern.bsky.social! but if you'd like to follow them on bsky they'll have new ones every day (and there are currently 17 days up!)

The 2nd Door features @tresdem.bsky.social!

The 3rd Door features @ghostalservice.bsky.social fic PLUS @kninjaknitter.bsky.social podfic!

The 4th Door features @dracothelizard.bsky.social!

Source: OFMD Advent Calendar Bsky

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I'm trying very hard to catch up right now, hopefully it'll happen over the next couple days as home and work slows down.

Today I'd like to send out a gentle reminder to take some time for yourself this week! This is the time of year when a lot of folks are busy taking care of others, getting things ready for family or friends, and honestly, a lot of times we forget to take care of ourselves. Take a break-- take a day off work that's just for you if you have the capacity. Buy yourself a little treat, or do something on the list of chores that YOU want to get done and not that other people need you to get done.

Some of you may have TOO MUCH time for yourself and want time with others-- so be sure to reach out if you do! People get busy during the holidays and they can forget to check on folks because their minds are occupied, but I can guarantee you they think about you often, and want you to be okay. Holidays can be such a mixed bag, and not one person will have the same experiences with them, so do what you need to do for YOU. I hope you have a restful week and nothing too crazy goes on. Rest up, drink some water, and know we <3 ya. Night crew!

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

It's been a bit since I've had room for these so more gifs tonight! tonight's theme is laugh scrunches. Thank you so much to these beautiful gif creators @gottagobackintime and @ourflagmeanssara!

[nichknack]

Wandering Witchbreed AU: Sir Logan the Wolverine

AU MASTERPOST

AKA James Howlett

Armour

Logan wears leather armour given to him by The Knights of Xavier. The leather is treated to be a bright and vibrant yellow in colour, with the coat of arms of House Xavier embossed over the heart. In order to hide his identity, Logan covers his armour with a simple, brown travel cloak.

Sexuality and Relationships

In this AU, Logan is bisexual and polyamorous. At it's core, the AU is focused on Poolverine, but prior to the fall of the House of Xavier, Logan had feelings for many of his fellow knights, which will also be explored when delving into Logan's past.

Past

Logan, like is canon counterpart, is over 200 years old. He was born in what is now known as the Kingdom of Kanata, many decades before it broke away from the crumbling Albion Empire. He lived a pleasant and privileged childhood as the son of Lord John and Lady Elizabeth Howlett, however he was often bedridden due to his delicate constitution. Logan's life changed drastically when he discovered that he was, in fact, the illegitimate son of his family's cruel groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. After witnessing Thomas kill John, Logan's witchbreed abilities activated. He lashed out and accidentally killed Thomas before escaping into the night with Thomas' other son (and Logan's half brother), Victor. As he grew older, Logan began to realise that he felt most comfortable in a militaristic role, fighting as a soldier and mercenary in many wars over the course of his life. Eventually, Logan’s rapid healing abilities drew the attention of the Royal Spymaster, Professor Andre Thorton. With the aid of sorcerers Abraham Cornelius and Carol Hines, he captured Logan and performed an eldritch ritual to bond adamantium to his skeleton and completely wiped his mind and memory. This left Logan an animalistic shell of his former self, forced to do Cornelius’ bidding through the use of an enchanted circlet. After a decade of acting as the Royal family’s assassin, Logan was able to break free of his magical brainwashing and escape into the Kanatian wilderness. There he lived as a wild man, with no memory of who or even what he was. He moved from place to place, making what little money he could through underground fights and mercenary work until he ran into Anna Marie and was convinced to join The Knights of Xavier in exchange for them helping investigate his past. Despite the Knights welcoming him as one of their own, Logan was hesitant to allow himself to trust them. This fear of letting people close to him, along with being worn down by the anti-witchbreed prejudice sweeping the Kingdom of Ventra, caused Logan to retreat further into himself. He became apathetic to their cause and, when the Xavier Manor House was attacked by Sentinals and Witchhunters, refused to join the fight. When he returned, he found the manor burned to the ground, leaving him the only survivor.

[dr-flipflops]

(OOC: For you, pookie, I will power through laziness and procrastinate even more on my exam studies to cheer you up mon amie)

*sweat covered Will has he thrashed in his bed. He had been in the infirmary, resting himself after almost passing out, when the dreamscape played out before him, again and again. Each time more graphic than the last*

*The cyclops. The torture. The war. The flames. Shadows, darkness, a river, a voice. Dark eyes, raven hair, skeletons. Typhon, Empousa. The birds. His mother's screams. Lee. Micheal. Blood. Cries. The bridge. Percy, screams. Annabeth. Swords. Screams*

*screams. So. Many. Screams. Calling his name. Calling help. Calling for mothers, father, brothers, sisters. Will's tears ran.*

*Will's screams joined the ones in his head. The ones sneering at him, accusing him, telling him the truth over and over again that he was never enough, he never would be, he couldn't do anything, he didn't try hard enough, he couldn't save them, useless, useless, useless, useless. What son of Apollo couldn't sing? Couldn't shoot? Couldn't aim? Couldn't fight? *

*Who was he? An imposter. He faked every part of his life. The cries wouldn't shut up about it, the guilt swallowed him, dragging him into the depths of his mind. Pain was all he deserved, right? Yes. If he cannot be wanted, let him be needed. If cannot be needed, let him be used till there was nothing left. That was all he was in the end. All he was ever good for, all he was made for, a shield. Cannon fodder. The sacrifice. *

*Still, his nightmares haunted him. Will tossed and turned, screaming and thrashing, crying and hurting*

*He was a demigod. A useless one. This was his life. Get used to it Solace*

@nico-sees-dead-people

[thebearme]

Any tf2 headcanons?

I was hoarding this ask for when I have alot of hcs but I now realize that that was an awful idea becuz now there too much going on in my brain. So I'll tell you the ones I can remember rn.

(btw this is gonna be a mess of silly and sad contention into a blender, so sorry for any whiplash)

Everyones business last name is TF2. It's canon, Ms Pauling said so.

Scout and Ms Pauling have one thing in common, they're simps for women out of their league and it's sad.

My current idea of the plot is that Ms Pauling is now the new administrator and the mercs are still working for her but now instead of a war they are now a Hire-A-Merc organization. Why, so they can pay the blood pact that the old administrator got them in from Abraham Lincoln.

The team is a merge for BLU and RED team members.

BLU: Scout, Medic, Soldier, Engineer | RED: Heavy, Demo, Spy, Sniper, Pyro

Engie has an gaming channel.

Engie is a little person. (you can't convince otherwise LOOK AT HIM)

Engie does his own surgery, not that he doesn't trust Medic. He just doesn't trust Medic. He has more trust that in his drunken state he could chop his arm off cleaner than Medic because of his god complex.

Engie says trans rights.

Engie has two moods: Wholesome bumpkin or manic "i am better than all of you".

Medic and Heavy are married. (but to be fair thats just canon)

Medic never had a medical license but he did go to school... for animal care.

Medic has a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree and lied ALOT to military when he got drafted to get out safely.

He got a nazi skeleton and dead parents out of that.

Medic burn his documents so now the only people that knows is the people he tells like Heavy.

Medic only have two reasons for being here- 1) to experiment on everyone. 2) Heavy

Medic eats like a cat eating a dragon fruit. And so does Archimedes.

Medic is the definition of "no rules no boundaries he doesn't flinch at torture and sells blood for money. He's your new best friend."

Medic is slowly going more insane with time and can't tell if it's because he sold his soul to the devil or because someone is secretly fucking with him. (it's Spy)

Heavy met Medic before joining the team.

Heavy has a cooking channel.

He's a masochist. (he has too if he's with Medic.)

Heavy will kill Soldier before he starts having kids with Zhanna. He's still not ok with him.

Heavy has lots of cute moles on him. (Medic makes sure to kiss each one and make sure they're not lethal.)

While Im at it Heavy family is cursed to fall in-love with insane men.

Pyro-vision is just Pyro going through a heat stroke.

Pyro is the leader of the hate spy club.

Pyro has kids that live in the ocean with his mermaid wife. Don't ask how, it's Pyro.

Engie and Scout are the only ones that understand what Pyro is saying completely.

Engie adopted Pyro unofficially but that's his son right there.

Soldier and Zhanna are gonna have twins.

Soldier and Demo had kiss once- with their socks on.

Medic did a blood test on Soldier and he actually is not 100% American, he doesn't know and everyone intends it to stay that way.

Soldier and Scout actually know each other from before getting hired by BLU. They were comrade in the 100,000 new men program in Vietnam.

After Scout left in general discharge from a land mine incident he thought that would be the laat time he sees him. He was wrong.

Don't worry they're chill, well as chill as man can be when their hand is somehow a magnet to your neck.

Sniper is a social smoker.

Sniper is like a lizard, he doesn't fuck with the cold.

Sniper is younger than Scout. He just spent too much time in the sun and now he looks like a divorce 40 y/o dad struggling with his mortgage. Or just a brown Adam Sandler.

Sniper got those old man bones AKA my bones. His knees be cracking down the hall.

Sniper hops round different peoples places for the holidays. He spent the most time at Engie's house with Pyro; he had spent a Christmas or two with Scout's family but a "certain someone" doesn't appreciate the bushman there and ruining his holiday with his family.

When Scout has to give directions or details of the area he just draws it. Because NO ONE understands this mans writing.

Scout's life mission is to be Gods greatest gift and not just for the women. Like the bible said "a hole is a hole"... or atleast thats what Scout remembers from church.

Scout while being illiterate CAN speak Spanish, Italian, Vietnamese and French. (but he doesn't remember where he learned french from tho.)

Scout is resistant to radiation at this point.

Before becoming a merc, Scout was working at a diner that fitted him quite well.

Waffle House at the graveyard shift.

Scout's fuckboy attitude comes from daddy issues while Spy slut attitude comes from mommy issues.

Spy came from a rich family until he ran away to help in the war effort and became a spy. He doesn't regret his decision nor miss his home but does wish he did a proper goodbye to his brother.

The reason Spy has teeth capsules in his mouth to begin with is because one time him and a his fellow spy were getting torture by the enemy by having their teeth removed. Now all his teeth are fake.

Speaking of teeth, Scout got his buck-teeth from Spy.

Spy HAS gotten lungs transplanted several times from Medic because this mf refuses to chill out and get help with his smoking problem.

Spy is gender fluid.

Spy is a furry.

Demo is going to kill him one day.

That day is when he finds his DA account.

[jiangfamilytherapist]

Long analysis incoming:

In a previous post, I toyed a bit with the idea of how growing up in the cutthroat, favor-seeking environment of the brothel might have taught a young Meng Yao some of the two-facedness that would characterize him later, but really, that’s just a seed. Lots of people are good liars or good actors, but not all of them put that skill towards self-serving or vindictive ends. So how did JGY become what he had become by the time he was established in Jinlintai?

For our purposes I’ll be using his Untamed early character progression, as I think that JGY’s arc is one of the few early plot deviations from the novels (and good lord there are a lot) that actually materially improved the story. The relationship between JGY and NMJ (and NHS) in the books was not as deeply rooted, and the betrayal was a little too abrupt in its vindictiveness. Like, in a “he was a monster all along” kind of way, like MY was already the truly poisonous kind of liar. The initial (might I say mutual) betrayal between NMJ & MY is somewhat lighter in Untamed, giving the mutual resentment room to fester, and the encounter at Nightless City room to be a devastating further fracture in their relationship rather than just confirmation of the previous rift. The killing of the captain in Untamed is still a selfish act of getting even (softened a little if we actually believe that the captain let Xue Yang out) but isn’t immediately followed by an frankly petty fake-out and attempt on the life of JGY’s up-to-now closest friend and benefactor. You can see how the banishment hurts both of them in its inevitability.

The next time we see MY is in Nightless City. He is a puppet master, a torturer and a turncoat. In the books this sort of comes across as confirmation of his true self, but in the Untamed there’s a moment of WOAH, how did we get here??

Like many other characters, JGY has a War Is Hell arc in his development, but it happens off-stage, which makes it possible for the change to come across as a reveal of true character (and this misdirection is kind of the point, but we’ll get back to that). Remember, Meng Yao, the young right hand man of Nie Mingjue, was clever and likely good at selling a lie, but ultimately naively struggling to follow the “honorable path” of hard work for recognition as laid out by NMJ. By the time he becomes Jin Guangyao, he has crossed several different lines. Under Wen Ruohan, he had to become a torturer, a puppet master, and an executioner. Joining Wen Ruohan made him a traitor for the first time; killing Wen Ruohan made him a traitor for the second. This Meng Yao no longer believes that the honorable path is open to people like him. When MY invites NMJ for the to kill him for the second time, it mirrors the first time in Qinghe closely, yet everything has changed. The first time was a plea: I’d rather you kill me than throw me away. The second time is a bluff: you couldn’t do it then, can you really do it now? The action is the same, but everything has changed.

By the time Meng Yao becomes Jin Guangyao, he is quietly immersed in the same post-war struggle to reintegrate into nominal peacetime as everyone else. He tries to make a place for himself through hard work again, this time in Jinlintai, replacing NMJ with JGS as the object of his dedication, but JGS wants JGY to be what he was for the Wens, and so dishonorable path it is. He does his father’s dirty work because it makes him indispensable–besides, where else can he go? He tries to communicate his reality to NMJ but meets a stone wall of resistance and a kick down stone stairs. No wonder he finally hits fuck it.

Even after ridding himself of the competing pressures of JGS and NMJ, there is still nowhere to go but down as the fallout from every deed he’s done remains hot on his heels. What is left for him but to further entrench, as some mysterious manipulator works to uncover every skeleton in his thoroughly packed closet?

The worst bit is that there were cries for help, for someone, for Nie Mingjue, to please understand, but they went unanswered. Fully cornered, there was nowhere left to go but down.

In an odd way, this parallels (albeit more malignantly) WWX in his first life: so many misunderstandings, so many cries for help, so many torn loyalties, so many perceived and real betrayals, so many secrets that can’t be told, and so many well-intended but misdirected interventions. Where was there to go, except down?

Following this parallel further, we never actually directly experience the hells that changed WWX and JGY – Burial Mounds and Nightless City respectively – and that’s the point. By giving up our omniscience as readers, we’re able to be blindsided by the changes, by the withdrawing and the self-destructiveness, right along with every person who truly knows them. Even attempts at building a life and moving on, at the Burial Mounds or Jinlintai, are thwarted.

After all, how can anyone understand what the can never be allowed to know?

[one-idea]

The spades save Ace: post Thriller bark

Ace finally turns to look his friend dead in the eyes. “Do you think Luffy and the others are ready for the New World?”

The celebration is going on around them. The room is chaos. Luffy is away laying on top of Brook’s piano while the Skeleton tells him his life story.

Deuce turns to look at Ace. “They are more ready than our crew was.” He turns back to look at the chaos of the room. “Our crew was lucky. As much as you got into trouble we didn’t drawl nearly as much attention as they do. Sure they Marines wanted you to be a warlord but we hadn’t taken any warlords down. This crew has taken down two.”

Deuce watches as Sanji and Usopp moved over to talk to Brook. “But that’s the problem. They’ve taken down two warlords. Not to mention declaring war on the world government. They’re going to have a way bigger target in their back than we did.” He looked down to Zoro who was peacefully resting between them. “And if Kuma showed us one thing, it’s that they aren’t read for the heavier hitters. Our crew relied on you just as much if not more so then Luffy’s crew relies on him to take on the big threats. But Luffy is giving it his all and he has nothing left.”

Deuce paused unsure how he wanted to phrase his next statement. Ace hadn’t taken his eyes off of him yet. “Whatever you’re thinking just say it.”

Deuce blew out a breath and turned to look at Ace. “What happens when Luffy can’t defeat the biggest threat by himself? Or what if he can but can’t move afterwards? He’s going to die.” Ace flinched at his words it was small but it was there, someone else might not have noticed but this was Deuce, he knew Ace to well. “That or his crew will. They’re not ready for the threats of the New World. Heck we only survived because we joined Whitebeard. If he had decided to kill you that day or sink our ship… we wouldn’t have made it either.”

Ace blew out a sigh. “That’s what I was worried about.” He knew Luffy and his crew wasn’t ready but it was good to hear it from someone else. But that leads to another problem. He turned his head to watch Luffy again. “What do I do?”

Deuce turned to look at the boy as well. “Any chance you can convince him to join Whitebeard.”

Ace snorted. “Not a chance.”

“Well then the only option is to tell him.” Deuce said as he turned back to face Ace.

“And if he doesn’t listen?” Ace wasn’t ready to watch Luffy and his crew walk into their deaths.

Deuce turned to meet his eyes “You’re pretty convincing.” Then he looked down at Zoro again. “I’ll break the news to Zoro. One first mate to another.” He then turned to serve the room again. “Mihar can talk to Robin, Sanji, and Franky. Skull can tell Nami, Ussop, and Chopper.”

“I don’t want to turn the crew against him. If he decides to go there’s no stopping him.” Ace said looking at the room as well.

“I’m not suggesting that. I’m suggesting that they need to take sometime to train. After what I’ve seen the past few weeks, I have no doubt that Luffy will be King of the Pirates. He just can’t rush into it without planning. Not if he wants to keep all of his crew alive.”

Ace turned and smirked at his friend. “What do you think Pops would say if he heard you.”

Deuce turned to look at him with a raised brow. “Depends are you going to tell him you agree with me?”

Ace actually laughed. “Of course.” He turned back to look fondle upon Luffy as Brook announced to the whole room that he was joining the crew. “As much as I love Pops, Luffy is the future King of the Pirates.”

The future king he had to have a hard conversation with.

[spectres-n-soap]

The Past - Ghost x Soap x You

Content Warnings - fluff, minor angst, afab!fem!reader, no use of Y/n or nicknames

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It’s too fucking early for this shit, that is your first thought when you roll out of your cot. Distantly you can hear a certain Scot talking loudly, Soap is likely bugging Ghost. You drag your hands down your face as you look at your alarm clock, 04:48 am. “It’s too fucking early.” You grumble as you get up anyways.

After being in the military for years, long enough to have built up a good enough record to be recruited by John Price for 141 task force, you probably should be used to waking up at the ass crack of dawn. But even the sun is still slumbering, the sky isn’t even a faint shade of pink to welcome the giant ball of gas.

You pull on your uniform and slick your hair into a bun, fighting with little flyaways the entire time. You brush your teeth and scroll through your phone as you do so. Updates from your family on facebook and new instagram stories from friends and celebrities, the same thing every day. But that’s why you joined the military, well that was one of the reasons. Routine, something you thrived in just as much as being thrown into the field with nothing but your wits. You rinse out your mouth and look at yourself in the mirror for a second, staring dead into your own eyes before you leave the small bathroom.

You are slow to walk to the recreational room, burdened with the knowledge that Soap had already started his antics early. Ghost is sitting at the island counter, his broad shoulders hunched and his simple balaclava pushed up halfway as he takes sips from his tea. Soap is talking about something but you don’t have the patience or brain power to figure it out and by the way Ghost is, neither does he. You wander over to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup before dumping as much creamer and sugar as you can possibly bear into it. “Is tha’ even coffee now?” Ghost asks.

Perhaps a few months ago you would have been startled at his sudden words but it seemed that the ice between the two of you had melted since you had covered his six in the last mission. “Don’t know, don’t care.” You mumble as you lean against the counter as you stir your coffee. You blow on it and take a tentative sip. Disgustingly sweet, good. Now you can’t taste the bitter coffee under it. You drag your eyes over the rec room and nod to a very tired Gaz who must have dragged himself out of bed no long after you. You watch as Gaz smacks Soap on the back of the head.

”Shut up mate, you’re gonna wake the entire barracks with your talkin’.” Gaz grumbles before he makes his way over to the coffee pot and pours himself what little is left in it. You cringe as he drinks it black, no matter how many times you’ve seen him do it your stomach still churns. Which is a weird thing, because you’ve seen the brutality of war and have both been the subject of and done interrogations that got messy.

But it's Gaz drinking straight black coffee that gets you. You know it's not even his preference! You had asked him how he can stomach it without any kind of creamer or sugar and he admitted that he only drinks it black in the morning because he doesn’t really care how his coffee is that early. That truthfully, he much prefers something sweet like a latte or something.

“Away n’ bile yer heid!” Soap snaps at Gaz, leaning over the back of the couch haphazardly.

”English MacTavish.” Ghost grunts and you can’t help the snicker that leaves you.

“Oh not ye tae lass.” Soap groans, feigning heartbreak as he collapses onto the couch dramatically.

”You a theater kid Johnny?”

”Nae, jus’ naturally talented.” Soap says and you can hear the wink he gives even if no one can see it. “Wha’ about ye L.T? Ye a theater kid?”

” ‘Course he is.” You pipe up, “I mean, look at him.” You tease, referencing his collection of skeleton paraphernalia.

”Shut it.” Ghost says but you swear you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle just a little.

You grunt as you land hard onto the mat. “Ow.” You grumble.You rub the back of your head as you sit up. You don’t know why you had chosen Ghost as your sparring partner, maybe you had some kind of hidden masochistic streak or a wish for a migraine by the end of the day. Either way, you were getting your ass thoroughly kicked. “Do you have to slam me so hard?” You ask as you get up from your spot on the mat.

”Maybe break my grip successfully and you won’t end up on the mat.” Ghost says and you roll your eyes at the same time you roll your shoulders to try and loosen them up. “Come on, let's go again.”

You don’t care what Ghost or Soap says, you watch them sit next to each other, a kind of closeness you silently envy. You might be a part of the team now, accepted and appreciated but you know you’ll never have what they have. Whatever that is, whether this bromance has more bro or ro to it is a subject much debated. But what matters is that Soap is the only person allowed to talk off Ghost’s ears no matter the subject. Soap gestures wildly with his hands and Ghost watches and listens, you don’t need to see his eyes to know there is a kind of fondness within them for the Scot.

You swallow the lump trying to form in your throat and dump the rest of your drink down the sink. “Think I’m gonna turn in for the night, I had an early morning.”

”I said sorry.” Soap grumbles and you laugh before you leave for your room. You lay in your cot and look at your hand, empty and cold. You feel a certain shame, a certain flavor of loneliness, when you place your hand in the other and clasp them together. The idea of your hand being held by someone, by certain someone’s, is both a comforting one and a heartbreaking one. You bit your lip and close your eyes, letting yourself pretend for just a moment.

[roughentumble]

ok, logan joins the brotherhood AU. xmen2000 happens very similar, but logan and rogue are on magneto's side, and logan knows a lot more about his past without actually remembering any of it. the timeline is stretched out instead of condensed into a few days, because it gives everyone more time to bond and more time for Things to Happen. we're putting deadpool in there in his slightly more morally loose much more merc-y self as hired muscle, because i like him. charles invades logan's mind during a conflict to try and pursuade him to the "good side" as xavier sees it, uncovers old memories that logan had heard about but not remembered firsthand, he decides he hates that shit and never wants someone in his head again so magneto agrees to surgically implant the same metal/circuitry that's in his helmet directly on logan's skull. no psychic is ever gettin in fort knox again, logan's brain is his own. through their newfound bond, logan starts deradicalizing magneto against specifically human hatred-- not the need to fight back against injustice or the genuine war against mutants that's on the way, but the idea of mutants being evolutionarily superior. he's actually making headway, good for him. the plan to have rogue sacrifice herself is instead a plan for her to absorb magneto's AND WOLVERINE'S powers+lifeforce, so she will survive. the x-men still stop their plan, but not before half the summit gets mutated, because wade is there to fight them off. the majority of the brotherhood gets away, but magneto is arrested, and they dont know where he's held. during all these events, the brotherhood including marie, logan, and wade have become like a little polycule/family, so this is a massive hit to morale, but mystique still decides to work things from the inside disgused as a now-reformed mutant hating senator.

X2 happens. logan's been trying to keep the brotherhood together with erik gone and mystique busy playing someone else, but it's a pretty small group. instead of logan left at the manor, colossus is given the honor, and he gets as many kids out as he can when the mansion is invaded, while bobby and pyro escape by hotwiring a car and calling the x-men to let them know what's going on. obviously the magneto escape plan goes off as does in canon, with logan's feathers ruffled that he couldnt be a part of it on account of metal skeleton. in the scene where the two disparate groups meet, it's the x-men(ororo, jean, nightcrawler, bobby, pyro) meeting the fully reformed brotherhood(magneto, mystique, wolverine, rogue, deadpool). bit of sparks between jean and logan, but jean Fully does not like or trust the brotherhood and logan literally doesnt even know she's married so the "women marry good guys" "i could be a good guy" scene plays out much harsher, but also he's not cut /quite/ as deep because he doesnt know this woman. it just reaffirms to him his commitment to the brotherhood and their ideals and their family, because he doesnt feel rejected there, and his ideals arent under attack. he was always gonna feel that way tho so its not revolutionary. logan still splits off from the group when he sees stryker, because even though he thought he closed that chapter of his life he still does have questions about his past and he feels compelled. this means he's not around to talk magneto out of his plan to target humans instead of mutants, which is a major schism in the brotherhood when he finds out about it later. they do pass each other in the hall, though, as magneto and mystique make their way towards the helicopter and logan makes his way back inside. magneto says theyre leaving, and logan says he has to go back. "i'll leave with rogue and deadpool in the jet, you two get out of here." he says. magneto asks if he's sure, and logan says "most of the mutants in here are kids. i cant just leave them." and magneto watches him carefully for a moment, then claps him on the shoulder. tells him good luck, my friend. they nod. magneto and mystique leave in the jet, while logan rushes inside. the end plays out pretty similar, with logan not as devestated because he didn't have that relationship with jean, but it's still rough to see such blatant self-sacrifice from someone he did ostensibly respect despite being on different sides.

obviously when the x-men appear as a group to the president, logan and marie aren't there, but that active role in trying to influence politics for the better ends up being the unknowing laying of foundations for the eventual merging of the brotherhood and xavier's institute, its the first stone layed that the other side needed to see

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

My mind is plagued by mephone 3gs (inanimate insanity) and now I must ramble.

He was everything. He was nothing. He was stuck inside a closet. He is dead. He is in a coma. He is alive. He is a veteran of a war nobody knew about. He did horrible things. He was taught and raised to do what he did. He didn't know anything but his orders and his fellow soldiers. He came back home. He was betrayed. He knew better. He did not. He was raised a soldier and nothing more. He could've ran away. He couldn't escape what happened to him. He was misled to a closet for his grave. He was abandoned. His creator never forgot. His creator forgot. He pleaded for his life. He died screaming. He had nothing. He had it all. He had no cradle but deserved a grave. He had no grave. He lost his family. He only has a father left. He has no father. He has no family. He was always home. He had no home. He was never ment to survive his mission. He was killed. He was alive. He was made for a mission and never got past it. He deserves redemption. What he got was redemption. He never got the chance for redemption. He suffered for doing his job. His job was to suffer. He has skeletons in his closet. He's the skeleton in the closet. He was a machine. He was never a machine. His emotions were just as real as the rest of them were. They were all so real it hurt to see them go. His family survived. His family died. Innovation had no place for him. What came after him wishes to forget he existed. They forgot. What came before him was his family. He needs to go. He can't. He was built for this fate. He was never told what he'd become. He is a relic of history. He is all that's left of it. He is the ghost that doesn't exist. The one that came from the objective of war was the last thing he got to glimpse at. "Innovation" was afraid of him and his grave. His fianl cry caused a war between his creator and the fruits of his death. He should go to heaven. He should go to hell. He's on the train to purgatory. He is already in purgatory. He hasn't even died yet. History will never know him. History will one day find his name. History will be too late to save him. He fulfilled his purpose. He had so much he could do. Only two of those after him were made without the purpose of death or war. He saw the stars. He never got to join his troops in them. He will one day get a grave. A proper grave. Laid to peace with the ones after "innovation." Innovation is a lie. The graveyard will be full of dead soldiers. The graveyard will be full of ones too clean and complex to be dead. Surely they died by other means, right?

He never knew what his legacy would be. He has no legacy. "Innovation" was his legacy.

He is the hope in pandoras box. There were only two surviving evils in pandoras box. "Doubt" is the only evil to ever leave pandoras box.

He has a father. He is nobodys son. His loyalty is what led him to his death.

[lightan117]

Daisy Ingellvar (Mage/Mourn Watch) Rook:

Background and Early Life:

Found by a skeleton inside a Grand Necropolis Tomb as a baby. She was found next to her dead mother, wrapped in a daisy blanket which gave to her namesake.

She was taken in by a Mortalitasi who had no children, and she was mainly raised to be a household servant. It wasn't until she started to show strong magical abilities that she solidified her spot to join The Mourn Watch.

Growing up, other children and those in training mocked and teased her because she was half-elf and half-human. Not to mention, she didn't know who her parents were, which gave to speculation that her mother was a whore who tried throwing her away.

She found comfort in the dead - is a natural with calming spirits while being a death caller.

A skeleton cat would often be seen following Daisy around until she left

After the War of the Banners, Daisy was more than happy to leave (still loves the mourn watch but excited to leave). Having never explored much of the world beforehand, she couldn't wait to see what awaited her.

Personality and Powers:

She is bubbly and kind and always looks for the positive in everything. Her motto is "There is always a brighter side to death."

Understand that blood magic and being a Necromancer can be two different things - doesn't find joy in binding others and always tries to find a workaround.

She has a strange habit of creating butterflies (not alive, but not dead) when trying to meditate or work on something.

Secretly studied healing magic after she left the Grand Necropolis.

She's decent with a staff, but after a nasty fight that left her almost dead, Lucanis (and a little bit of Davrin) started to teach her close combat in case someone got close again.

Relationships and Connections:

Ends up with Lucanis - she fell while he fell twice as hard. Harding and Taash tease that the Crow finally found his shiny treasure (or his sunshine, as everyone calls Daisy)

Harding and Bellara hang out with Daisy the most (the closest thing she's had to calling someone a family member)

Emmrich (Daisy calls him grandpa just to annoy him) knew Daisy when she was a child. He ran into her a few times and knew of her but didn't pay much attention until she was much older.

Davrin and her are co-griffin parents to Assan.

Taash is the adopted sister

Here is my rook!

[thelastraigeki]

Alien-Predator/Marvel Crossovers

I joined the CBUB around mid to late 2006 when the site had a lot more members and was definitely a lot more active. For many years I was the guy who often took the Alien-Predator characters' corner and fought vehemently against many overwhelming challenges from the opposition-- specifically, Marvel and DC characters. While I am not the Alien-Predator fan I was those many years ago, I still have a love for the characters and what they used to represent and were in character before 2010 had hit and the Disney acquisition of 2018 had happened.

But now with the Disney acquisition of Twentieth Century Fox's intellectual properties and film library, and the acquisition of the licenses from Dark Horse to Marvel-- it was only a matter of time before we had any official Marvel/Alien-Predator crossovers. There were many teases in the past with such crossovers with variant covers featuring the Alien and the Predator.

It's 2024 and there are already THREE crossovers involving Marvel and the Alien-Predator franchise.

We've already got Predator vs Wolverine, and the story was told from the view of Wolverine in a century's long blood hunt between the Predator and Logan. Now, I recall in my time of the CBUB these many years that a lot of people would cite that Wolverine steamrolls over the Predator. And as someone who has acquired many years of knowledge of the Yautja, and read the comic, I was pleasantly surprised to know that this isn't the case-- as Marvel treated the Predator with respect and showed that he is a legitimate threat to Wolverine, even showing that without the Adamantium skeleton-- a Yautja dominates that fight straight up, and both characters were young and fresh faced during their first encounter in the 1900s.

Now, we're getting Predator vs Black Panther-- and while I do have some issues with the portrayal of Yautja society in that particular comic, it shows so far-- the Yautja HAVE infiltrated and breached through Wakanda's defenses, and even have acquired Vibranium in the past which is the cause between a blood feud of two brother Yautja. One had inherited a Vibranium spear from his father, another-- born smaller, weaker than his healthier brother, is forced to be smarter and has to rely on technological prosthetics and upgrades, and the younger sibling has come to Wakanda to get the motherload of Vibranium. The comic shows that while Wakandan tech is advanced, Yautja tech is capable of matching and surpassing in some ways, and even a Yautja plasma caster is capable of knocking out T'challa even when he's wearing the Panther suit, as the caster isn't kinetic in terms of power and output-- according to once source who is knowledgeable of physics over at AVPGalaxy.

And then there's Aliens vs Avengers-- which shows a Marvel universe which is set in the Prometheus/ALIEN timeline. In this particular universe, some Xenomorphs were bred and gestated in Strontian, Kotadi, D'Bari, and Skrull hosts-- and as noted by the "Shi'ar" scientists (there's a reason why this was quoted), the Xenomorphs have acquired the physical traits of their hosts. And these Xenomorphs are Queens. A Kree was experimented on with a Facehugger, but it seemed as if the hosts didn't take to the implantation process and died immediately. With a coordinated attack on the universe, one of the places of interest was Earth, and four Xenomorph Queens are deployed with some drones for added protection, and numerous hives are established. If anyone is familiar with the old Dark Horse ALIENS: Earth War series, this is the same scenario except on a much more DIRE situation, as narration implies that even Marvel's superheroes and villains have been acquired into the Hive and made as hosts or were killed. Now there's only one remaining city on Earth left, and the seemingly only heroes remaining are Captain Marvel, Hulk, Miles Morales, and Valeria Richards-- and Valeria, the smartest one of the group, made a critical mistake in acquiring an Egg from a Xenomorph Hive and was rendered a host.

It feels so refreshing to see that the Yautja and the Xenomorph are finally getting the respect from what I consider to my my greatest opposition, Marvel, and in some ways... I actually feel vindicated in participating in those debates so long ago, even if the votes were not really in favor of the Xenomorph or the Yautja characters often.

How do you feel about the Yautja and the Xenomorphs being seemingly legitimate threats to the likes of the Marvel heroes and villains?

[cosmica-galaxy]

(I know that you're busy with Dilf/ Milf shenenigans so I don't expect you to answer this ask soon. I'm okay with waiting. Take your time :3 Sorry if this was anwered before,I just wanna see your Skibidi ocs happy after war,after all this angst. )

We know what's gonna happen to human if/when war is won in distant future(them becoming the archivist),but what what about your Alliance ocs ? They are now free from constant batttles,stress and pain.They have whole new life,new possibilities. What whould they pursue? Who are they gonna become? Would they all still be in touch? (.You can include other characters too,if you want :p)

Also another thing: with last human dead,this world had been fully passed on to (now ex) Alliance. Will they handle it better than their human predessedors?

Camron would probably still hold onto the values of the alliance, even after the war is victorious and over. So he'll wind up joining a patrol division in the city that is now being rebuilt by the alliance. Think of it like a police officer's job, but he's more of a patrolman. After the war, he'll mature greatly and grow into his new role...heck, he may even act like Veteran to an extent. He'll also make lots of pitstops to the local archivist museum to see his sweetheart human friend. DJ decides to finally answer his calling and opens up his own club, where he's the dj, obviously! He'll be serving up hot top-of-the-chart songs to his guests, as well as good nutritious meals! It becomes a regular gathering spot for alliance members of all backgrounds and even the human drops by for a visit when they have a moment. The main crew all gather here to have drinks and fun while on their days off or their breaks. Vee becomes a communication expert and moderator for the alliance's new facilities and internet webspace. He now operates in close conjunction with the TVs in monitoring information, data, and operations for the new cities that are being developed in the skeletons of the old world. These devices are crucial and it's a big reason why the TVs were put in charge of looking out for them, as the new world will rely heavily on it. When he gets downtime, he visits the last human archivist, a great friend of his. Then, they hit up DJ's club to have a drink and eat some good food together. Buddy and Fiend both stay with the human at the archivist museum as the security personnel. They guard what is left of the human world and the last living human with their lives. With Buddy leading a division that includes Byte and other camera mimics. Menace is also overseeing the burial/spiritual side of the museum, as it's usually dark and has lots of creepy decorations. Like bones for example. Pal and Melody both work with the other speaker mimics in transporting goods to and from the villages that were set up in the recovering country sides. Their wings made them invaluable in the early days of repopulation, as mimics started to become civilized again and made farms and ranches to feed their hungry after the Skibidis were wiped out. So speaker mimics were the transportation and look outs for any surviving skibidis in the post-war era of the world. They also work as mail carriers and product deliveries. The alliance as a whole began to rebuild cities and nestle into where the humans left off. As for if they make the same mistakes as humans? Who knows...? Humanity is a template for the alliance to follow, now that they're gone. The only thing they can do is analyze the wrongs humanity committed and try to make sure they don't do the same, for they may meet the same fate as their predecessors.

[theleslistuff]

Danny may 2024

Day 20 Pitch au/Day 21 Funeral/ Day 22 Song Lyric

Pitch au, mayor character death, full ghost au,

I'll keep making you proud

song used;

FNF- Hit Single- Silly Billy

Danny's still a human, humans can die and owls too

Danny Fenton was Amity Park's greatest hero, he was the most efficient of all the 4 Fenton, his team was formidable with the help of informatic genius Tucker Foley and medium Sam Manson who could talk to the ghost and persuade some of them to go in a pacific way, instead of fighting an unfair fight against Danny Fenton and his multiple weapons, the trio and their pet owl Spooky were unbeatable.

Or so they thought...

When the ghost king invaded the world because of an eccentric billionaire who wanted to use the ghost's power to be the absolute king of both humans and ghost, the king was no fool and such disrespectful act made him declare war to human kind after executing that human who provoked him of course.

His parents build a mecha suit/ ecto skeleton to take the king down and despite their protests about their right to use their invention first, all citizens and the government agreed on one thing:

Danny would be the one to use it.

-------"I'll make you say "-------

Even the best trained soilders in the guys in white recognized if someone had a chance to defeat Pariah Dark, it was Danny, the boy who has taken so much responsibility in his life, accepted this mission instantly, Sam had a bad feeling and she made it clear through the telekinetic link she shared with Danny, despite Danny being worried too, he could not let down the whole world, the entire human race.

He went straight into the heart of battle, all governments agreed to use military force to battle against the kings army, the human kind were together as one against the menace, so the ghost were, out of fear and with anyone more powerful to rely into, all ghost were forced to join into the ghost king's army.

Humans could barely hold them back enough for Danny to face the king.

------------" How proud "-----------

Danny punched first, he was faster and landing blow after blow with the cheers of Spooky who refused to be left behind in this mission, the king was getting tired and the whole humanity was cheering their hero as well for every blow, every bom exploiting in the King's face, every ectoranium dagger being dig in the King's back.

But one touch from the king's fist...

Was enough to provoke a fatal error in the machine...

------------" You're of me"-------------

The energy draining was getting to ridiculous levels, the heat inside the mecha suit was getting so unbearable, it was making Danny's skin get second degree burns, Spooky was dying suffocated, Danny's mind was full of pain and panic, unable to move, until he saw something horrible...

The king was getting up.

Danny could not bear it, he could not allow it!, He controlled the mecha one more time, the gripping of his hands so tight in the boiling controllers, it made them permanently stick his skin in them, Danny gave a battle cry as he charged with all the machine's and his energy left, a mechanical arm of the mecha extended with ectoranium daggers pointing at the ghost's core.

The tired and hurt ghost king had no time to react when the machine pierced his core breaking it into pieces and de stabilized in a pool of ectoplasm on the floor, with their mission complete all the remaining ghost of Pariah's army melted as well, the ones forced to battle, fleed and all the human kind cheered and celebrated in that moment, cheering for their hero.

Until a loud explosion could be heard from Pariah's castle.

-----------"So, stay awake"-----------

Everyone knew what it meant, Danny was just a human, a human with extraordinary ability, but just a regular human who could not flee that fast to avoid such a big explosion, every person in the battle field and those able to watch the fight lowered their heads and hats to remain in silence a couple of minutes in honor to the fallen hero.

His family and friends could not stop crying but they knew the risk, they were almost ready for this, the one who got totally destroyed is Sam...

Every government cooperated to make the most beautiful and honorable public funeral for the boy, building an statue of the hero and his owl in every single capital city on the world, he may be gone but never forgotten.

-----"Just long enough to see "-----

As time passed by, ghost activity slowly returned, the king may be dead, but new and old ghost don't mind about the fact humans beaten such a powerful ghost at all.

The Guys in white and the Fentons have been joining forces and recruiting people to combat the menace.

But it was no use, they could not prevent all invasions, ending with people who got hurt or died during said attacks, even some of them turned into ghost too.

The feeling of dread and despair in all Amity Park was strong enough to awaken something.

---------------"My way"-----------------

There were memorials and tombstones all around the world for the hero who saved us from the ghost king, Washington D.C. had the most beautiful and expensive one since it had the boy's body, but his family and friends insisted to have a headstone in Amity Park, so they build a commemorative one, according to Sam's request about how he told him once he would like something simple, Amity Park's headstone was the most simple and classic one, some citizens of Amity Park thought this was disrespectful, but they could do little, since no one was as close to him like Sam was.

People of Amity Park know the only place ghost don't even touch is Amity Park's cemetery, they like to associate it with the legendary ghost hunter, in any way, people like to use it as an unusual sanctuary to ironically hide from ghost and some new ghost hunters use the boy's headstone to ask for guidance, this kind of use even caused people to forget Danny was a teenager of 14 years old and not a full grown man.

So, when despair and grief got stronger and stronger in said graveyard, the graveyard not only became a sanctuary for humans, it's said the proctetor's ghost came back from the grave with his loyal companion.

And he was devoted to protect the town.

Ghost attacks reduced for every time a citizen said they saw a ghost boy with a ghost owl in a motorcycle.

Ghost hunters never trusted this ghost, any of them but just one...

An old agent, head of both the Fenton Works and the Guys in white who says with all the confidence in the world...

Danny came back...

-----------My way-------------

[ratsoh-writes]

How do monster stats work?

What would someone see if they "Checked" one of the skeletons?

Ehehehehe finally this question is getting answered!!!

Ok so when someone performs a “check”, they see five things: LV, HP, DF, AT and status

LV:

Level of love, or basically how many kills this monster has had. This stat will show as 0 for any monster/human who’s never killed, a first kill is set firmly at 1 and the number increases slowly with the more violence the monster/human has performed.

LV climbs slowly, so high numbers are a lot harder to achieve than you think. The majority of fell monsters only have an LV around 1-3, and the highest number in recorded history was Laios the Violent, a ruler in outerfell during the war between monsters and humans. His LV was said to be 35 before he finally died. Truly a beast.

The highest LV of all the skeletons would be coffee who has a solid 9. Next is butch who has a 8.7.

Monsters who are LV sick and past the controllable stages LV stat will change to a fuzzy unreadable blob instead of a number.

HP:

This stat reflects the status of the body, mind and souls health. For humans, their number rarely goes down for emotional damage except in moments of crisis, but for monsters who’s souls are directly connected to their bodies, strong emotional damage can read the same as actually being physically damaged

The average HP of a healthy human is between 500-800, and the average HP of a healthy monster is between 450- 600.

The base number of a humans/monsters HP can be increased or decreased based on how fit they are mentally and physically, so often a persons base number fluctuates over time.

Monsters with dimming never see their HP go past 100

Any monster who becomes a royal gets a massive boost to their HP through the ritual, putting them at average 1600-2200.

DF:

DF, or the defense stat, is a number describing how sturdy one is against magical attacks. Defense has nothing to do with actual physical armor and cannot be increased by any outside force.

The average DF for humans is very narrow, between 30-40. For monsters it’s a lot more flexible with any number between 1-100.

Through intense training of one’s magic, it is possible to increase DF, but it really doesn’t change too much. Masters at combat often report their stat only going up a couple points over their whole lifetime

AT:

AT describes the power behind a monsters magic attack, not their physical attacks or strength.

AT is a stat that only appears in humans who have access to their souls, so it only shows in witches. In a normal human, the spout where a check shows AT is left blank

AT can range anywhere between 1-100 for monsters, and for mages and witches that range increases to 1-130.

For royals, they get a boost of 35 to their AT in addition to whatever their base number was before

AT is directly related to HP so, when a healthy monster/witch trains and gets fitter, they can see their AT increase, as well as when they become sickly it decreases. Its rates of increase and decrease are much smaller than HP though.

The average monster will lie between 15-30 in AT, above average is 31-45 and anything beyond that is considered incredibly talented regardless of monster type

STATUS:

The status is a very brief summary of how that person is doing. It usually shows as a short sentence like “darling is craving something sugary” or “mister is anxious about his upcoming test”. It rarely goes into detail unless the monster being checked wants someone to see what they can’t say.

Here’s a little example of what you’d see in a check, using sans!

Sans Wingdings

LV: 0

HP: 380/380

DF: 9

AT: 12

STATUS: “yes he’s aware this raises more questions than answers”

And last but not least, a few more facts about checks

It’s considered very rude and invasive to perform a check without permission, one never does this to a stranger unless they’re sure they’ll win a fight with them lol.

When a human joins a coven and trains to be a witch, the first spell they’ll learn is how to perform a check

In order to become a professional fighter (magic sparring) one needs a DF stat of at least 15 or higher. Anything lower than that is considered a high risk for permanent injury and won’t be allowed in any competitions.

In order to join the royal guard, you need a minimum of 10 DF and 15 AT.

The royal with the highest DF is Asgore with a whopping 89

The royal with the highest AT is toriel with a whopping 105.

It’s impossible to hide performing a check as it’s a very “loud” sensation. People have described their soul being checked as similar to feeling their insides being “wrapped up”. It’s not painful, but definitely uncomfortable if you’re not expecting it.

[rosenpiety]

𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈   𝙱𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴:   𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃:   𝙴𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊-𝙸𝙸 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴:   𝚇𝚇𝚇

   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍   𝐀   𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,   in   the   heart   of   the   Dorneu   Star   Cluster,   there   lay   a   world   of   boundless   ingenuity   and   unwavering   resolve.   Etruria-II.   Its   indomidable   spirit   a   testament   to   the   years   of   strife   its   people   live   through.   Every   corner   of   its   hallowed   grounds   pulse   with   the   rhythmic   hum   of   industry,   streets   rife   with   bustling   crowds   of   individual   master   craftsmen.   Their   hands   weave   the   fabric   of   tomorrow   with   every   stroke   of   their   hammer,   every   spark   during   welding,   and   with   the   glide   of   every   pen. 

   In   this   world   of   creation,   there   lived   a   brave   young   soul   named   Argenti.   Born   into   a   climate   of   decline,   a   land   torn   asunder   with   conflict   and   strife,   he   grows.   He   is   made   to   know   from   his   earliest   moments   that   his   peoples   skills   are   coveted,   their   creations   and   their   minds   and   their   dedication   are   turned   into   the   heartbeat   of   war. 

   As   the   eldest   of   three,   Argenti   bears   this   knowledge   and   the   weight   of   responsibility   with   unwavering   determination   and   devotion.   His   father,   a   valiant   tactician,   left   their   humble   home   to   join   the   ranks   of   those   noble   warriors   of   his   homeland.   He   leaves   with   a   promise   of   victory,   with   laughter   and   warm   words.   Fate   is   a   cruel   mistress   though,   and   in   her   hands   she   holds   other   plans.   The   echoes   of   his   father's   footsteps   fade   into   the   distance,   the   jubilation   nothing   but   a   hollow   memory,   never   to   brighten   their   lives   again.

   Following   tradition,   they   leave   the   entry   light   on   in   hopes   that   his   soul   will   find   its   way   home.   And   for   seven   days   and   seven   nights,   Argenti   is   knelt   by   the   door,   hands   clasped   in   prayer.   When   at   last   he   finds   his   legs,   it   is   to   gather   his   sisters   into   his   arms.   There   is   a   bond   between   them,   unbreakable,   forged   in   the   fires   of   adversity   and   pain,   soothed   only   by   their   mother's   tender   embrace   and   sweet   words.   She   stands   there,   a   protective   shield   from   the   outside   world,   a   beacon   of   love   and   strength   as   she   guides   them   through   these   dark   moments.

   War   is   a   relentless   storm,   and   fate   ever   unforgiving.   Tragedy   strikes   like   lightning,   the   cobbled   paths   and   reaching   houses   of   his   hometown   ripped   apart.   Weapons   so   clearly   made   by   his   own   people   are   dropped,   and   survivors   are   taken   down   in   a   following   raid.   Argenti   would   liken   his   own   survival   to   being   unlucky,   or   else   it   is   fate's   fickle   amusement   that   had   him   leave   in   search   of   underground   shelter   that   same   day.   Rubble   blocks   him   in,   but   several   days   of   hunger   and   desperation   and   bleeding   hands   has   him   claw   his   way   to   freedom.   He   returns,   then,   to   the   bodies   of   his   family   and   the   skeleton   of   his   home.   His   mother   lay   over   his   sisters,   a   protective   shield   from   the   horrors   of   the   outside   world,   but   there   is   no   life   in   them. 

   There   is   no   light   he   can   turn   on   to   lead   their  souls   home,   and   there   is   no   doorstep   in   which   he   can   pray.   At   the   tender   age   of   twelve,   Argenti   buries   his   family   and   he   weeps   before   their   graves. 

   At   twelve,   Argenti   is   alone   in   this   world.