#if it was a summoning gone wrong

[poobirdy]

a bingqiu witches x xianxia fusion, as prompted by cass and fulfilled as part of an ongoing fundraising event at svsss gotcha 4 gaza!

[luxaofhesperides]

Soulmate AU: First Words + End of the World ; requested by @justwannabecat!

Duke has long since accepted that he doesn’t have great luck. Most things in his life tend to go wrong very quickly, or complicate situations he was already struggling in (see: being a meta and getting his powers in the middle of a fight). Having an incomprehensible soulmark is an unpleasant discovery on the morning of his nineteenth birthday, but not entirely unexpected.

He had been hoping for something simple, a common one like hi it’s nice to meet you or sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.

What Duke gets instead isn’t even words. 

Scrawled across his left hipbone is a string of symbols glowing a faint green. They’re not in a language he recognizes, and the symbols seem to move, shifting ever so slightly so they look different every time he blinks.

“Well,” he says after a solid five minutes of staring into the mirror, unable to rip his eyes off his soulmate’s words, “I hope theirs looks nicer than mine.”

He spends his birthday in a bit of a daze, enjoying time spent with the Waynes and his friends. It’s hard to be fully present when he’s all too aware of the soreness on his hipbone flaring up each time he moves. It’s hard to keep his mind off of it, wanting nothing more than to search for answers, unravel the mystery of his soulmate’s first words.

“Something on your mind?” Jason asks, as the attention shifts off of him for a brief moment as Harper and Cullen get ready to leave and everyone rushes to give their goodbyes,

Duke shrugs, carefully keeping his hands still so they don’t drift to where his soulmark is hidden beneath his clothes. “Yeah. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”

Jason looks him over critically, then nods. 

Duke resigns himself to being investigated by the rest of the Bats. If he’s off enough that Jason had to comment on it, then that means everyone’s noticed and are trying to figure out what’s happened. They’re not going to ask him, because they think he needs space to work through whatever’s got him so distracted, but they’re also not going to just do nothing. 

This won’t be the first time they’ve done this. Duke expects it. Frankly, it would be stranger and much more concerning if they didn’t try to dig up all his secrets the moment they caught wind of him hiding something.

He’ll tell them about getting his soulmark soon. Soulmarks can appear on any birthday between the ages of thirteen to twenty five; they might suspect he got his, but they won’t be able to confirm.

For now, Duke can keep his soulmate’s first words (whatever that gibberish means) to himself.

He makes the decision then and there, as his birthday party winds down, to tell them in a week.

And because his luck is abysmal, a world ending threat hits five days later and suddenly there is no time for soulmarks and first words.

Duke is the last to arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, hitching a ride from Superboy to get there. The biting cold and the harsh winds keep the place far from the reaches of the rest of humanity, surrounded by nothing but deadly white. 

Desolate as the landscape is, it’s still in better shape than the rest of the world.

Things would be better if it was alien invaders. It would be more bearable if some sort of cosmic colossus tried to eat their solar system. At least then there would be something physical that they could fight.

Instead, the world is breaking apart, the sky and earth both fracturing to reveal glowing green faultlines. Timelines are getting mixed up and muddled; just yesterday, Duke had to evacuate a building that had been demolished forty years ago, then stop a gang leader who wouldn’t be born for another eight years from taking over a neighborhood block and holding the residents hostage. Strange creatures are appearing out of nowhere, crawling out of shadows and tide pools and from beneath the roots of trees, all horrible, monstrous things that go after people with teeth and claws. 

The Flashes and the rest of the speedsters are nowhere to be found. The last time anyone get communication from them, it had been Impulse sending Red Robin a glitchy, barely audible video chat saying something along the lines of “trying to fix—unstable—keep us here—never been alive before.” All things that are very concerning to hear, made worse by the fact that no one had been able to contact them at all. 

The quiet loneliness of the Fortress of Solitude is a welcome change from the constant screaming, death, and destruction that’s taken over Gotham as well as the rest of the world. Last he heard, even Justice League China was at the end of their rope. 

“In here,” Superboy instructs, guiding Duke through the halls. There’s no time to look around at Superman’s secret base. All his focus is stuck on staying conscious for another few hours to see if this gathering of heroes is able to find a solution to the world breaking apart.

Batman stands besides Superman. Both nod at Duke when he enters the room. Wonder Woman is watching over John Constantine as he writes something on the floor, muttering under his breath. The rest of the Justice League lean against each other, visibly exhausted as they wait for Constantine to finish up what he’s doing. A few other heroes are here too, and Duke goes to join them where they lean against a wall, fighting to keep their eyes open.

“Hey,” he greets, voice low. “Hanging in there?”

Wonder Girl sighs. “Somehow. I don’t know how much longer we can do this. There’s just too much…”

“We’ll get through this. I mean, even without us out there, plenty of civilians have formed rescue and relief groups to help with keeping things under control,” Speedy says, gently knocking her arm against Wonder Girl’s. “We just gotta keep going. No giving up.”

“What’s this plan, anyways? I just heard that they needed me here to some attempt to fix things.”

“Well, without the speedsters, you’re kind of the only one who can help with time and power related stuff,” Speedy says.

“That’s definitely a stretch. My powers don’t really have anything to do with time. It’s all just light and shadow.”

Speedy shrugs. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Too late to complain about it now.”

Duke doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when a loud clap catches his attention. The entire room goes still and silent as Constantine stands up and surveys the circle and symbols he’s written, taking up an entire corner of the large room. 

“Alright,” he says. “Time to get started. Remember, let me do the talking. If you have to speak, it’s only to back me up or when a question is directed to you.”

Batman nods to the other Justice Leaguers, and suddenly everyone is falling into formation behind Constantine. Duke hurries to join them with Wonder Girl and Speedy, taking a place on the edge of the group where he’s a little closer to the circle than the others. 

Constantine begins chanting. His voice is steady though none of the sounds make any sense, refusing to form themselves into recognizable words, and the air the in the room feels heavier. The chalk circle glows a blinding white and Duke can see magic swirling through the air, his power kicking in the let him watch as reality tears and a glowing star in the shape of a boy comes out of it.

Duke blinks, forcing his power down. The hypnotic swirls of magic fade from sight, but the boy still glows, bright and terrible as he floats above the circle and surveys them all. A crown engulfed in blue flame hovers above his head and the fabric of the cosmos is draped over his shoulders as a cape. 

Just from presence alone, Duke can tell that this figure is now the strongest existence in this universe. He hopes this boy king is kind; no one, not even Superman, would be able to beat him in a fight.

The boy king opens his mouth and speaks, but it’s not words than comes out. A strange static like sound emerges, but light and almost melodic. 

His left hipbone burns.

Duke gasps, hand flying down to it, and the boy king’s gaze snaps to meet his.

The world stands still. No one moves. No one dares to breathe.

And then the boy king drops to the floor and walks out of the circle.

“I thought you said that would hold him!” Batman hisses at Constantine, who is looking more and more distressed.

“It was supposed to! I wrote it specifically to hold the King of the Infinite Realms!”

The boy king glances at Constantine. This time, when he speaks, it’s in smooth English. “Did you name the king in your circle?”

“Yeah, I named Pariah Dark… Bloody hell, you ain’t him, are ya?”

“No,” the boy king smiles, “I’m Phantom.”

The cape and crown fade away, and suddenly it’s not an all powerful, terrifying king standing before them, but a young man with white hair and green eyes who looks Duke’s age. Like he could be any other new generation hero in the room. 

“Phantom,” Duke repeats lightly, just under his breath, but it makes Phantom look at him again.

He walks forward, ignoring the other heroes’ aborted attempts to stop him, coupled with Constantine’s frantic back off motion happening behind him. Phantom leaves the circle and the Justice Leaguers behind to stand before Duke, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi,” he says softly, “I dreamed of you.”

“You—what?”

“I dreamed of you. I have for years now. To think that being summoned was what made us meet—” Phantom breaks off into a breathless laugh.

Duke swallows, then drops his had from where it had been pressed against his hip. “So we’re really—? You have my first words too?”

In the corner of his eye, he sees Batman stiffen up. Maybe he should have just told them the day after his birthday, but in Duke’s defense, this is the definition of extenuation circumstances. 

“First words?” Phantom repeats, “Is that… Do we have different soulmate connections?”

“I think so. Here, everyone gets the first words their soulmates say to them appearing somewhere on their body.”

Phantom’s gaze darts down to Duke’s hip, then back up. “Oh. I get dreams. Where I’m from, we dream of our soulmates, and the closer we get to meeting them, the more we remember the dreams.”

“And you dreamed of me.”

“I did.”

“As touching as this is,” Constantine interrupts, and Duke gets to watch as Phantom rolls his eyes, “We summoned you here for a reason. Our world is falling apart at the seams and we need someone powerful, from the Realms, to help us fix it.”

“Okay.”

“...What do you mean ‘okay’?”

“I’ll help,” Phantom says.

“Just like that? No deal to be made, no price to be paid?”

“Just like that. I’m not one for deals anyways. If I can help, then I will. But I do want to see what the problem is with my soulmate by my side, if you don’t mind.”

Batman steps in, fixing Duke with a steady gaze, a barely noticeable tilt of his head. “Signal?”

“Yeah I’ll go with him. Of course I will. The sooner the better, in fact, because everything’s gone to shit.” Duke turns to Phantom, taking hold of one of his hands. “It is really bad out there,” he warns, “If you need help—”

“I’ll ask for help from others in the Realms,” Phantom says. “No offense or anything, but if it’s really that bad, I doubt living mortals will be able to do much to fix things. It’s why I was summoned, right?”

“Right. Let’s get to it, then.”

There’s a flash of mischief in Phantom’s eyes, and cheeky grin stealing across his face for a moment, before he says, “Aye aye, captain!” and picks Duke up like he weighs nothing and flies up through the ceiling.

Duke is able to hear everyone’s surprised, panicked shouts before they’re outside the Fortress of Solitude and Phantom is flying them away. He only needs a few directions from Duke before he finds the first of the large fractures in the sky.

“Yikes,” is all he says, which is not a great thing to hear. “I think I know how to fix it, though. We’ll need to do a little investigating as to who, exactly, started messing around with reality, but once we find the source, it’ll be an easy fix.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

“Even better than meeting your soulmate?”

“I haven’t slept for more than four hours all week. Knowing there’s an end in sight beats everything else.”

Phantom laughs, throwing his head back and Duke can’t help but drink in the sight of him, so ethereal and bright and full of life. “Fair enough! Got any ideas as to where we should start?”

“I’ve got an entire crew of detective vigilantes,” Duke replies. He’s not taking any more chances. No more waiting to talk about important things; he messed up by keeping his soulmark to himself, so he needs to make sure everyone meets his soulmate before shit goes south again. 

“Let’s go find them, then!”

They take off again, soaring through the skies that are barely holding themselves together. 

The world is still ending, and every hero is being stretched thin, but held carefully in Phantom’s arms, racing head first into a solution, Duke can’t help but feel that everything’s going to be alright now. 

He’s had enough bad luck. Now, his soulmate with him, bearing the title of King with grace, things are finally starting to look up.

[kizzer55555]

I had a crack idea and I really like your content I was wondering if you would like to hear it

Damien had an Over The Moon moment with Danny

Over The Moon Is about a little girl while building a rocket to the moon to meet a goddess so she can get advice about accepting the death of her mother

As a child Damien remembers one of his caretakers telling him the story of the god Phantom how something happened to him and how he floated up and away to space and became their God but could never see his family or friends ever again

Story that Damian got told was incredibly popular one in the infinite realms about King Phantom after he had to shut down the portals to the infinite rounds from the human world to keep the ghost safe and himself

And the ghost saw this heavily liminal child is like oh let me tell him the story of the space god Phantom

This was when Damien was still dueling Talia to find out who his birth father is and like a few days before his birthday Damien actually did find a portal that led to the infinite Realms

He ended up meeting ghosts like the Box Ghost or Johnny 13 and Kitty and going on a big adventure to the infinite rounds to meet High King Phantom who encouraged him to venture out there and find out about what it's connected to him

And turn there was a portrait made of Damien and Danny of Danny being in Royal where in Damien sitting on his lap with the brightest smile on his face

Damien ends up going back home and never telling anyone else in the League of assassins or in bat family about his adventure in the infinite Realms and king Phantom

Damien ends up getting into it like a really bad argument with Bruce and feeling unwanted so decided to go back you get advice from Phantom it ended up taking Jon with him

The bat family have to realizing that Damien's gone missing are spending most of their time trying to find Damien when Constantine calls them and shows them a portrait of Damien and the ghost King

Which leads the bat family thinking that Damian got kidnapped by the ghost King probably because of the Lazarus pits while Damian and Jonathan are out there living their Disney adventure

So the bat family and Constantine summon the Ghost came to the man Damien back while Damien trying to convince Danny at the world is changing that he might be able to go back home and see the people he loves

Anyway I just kept having the idea of Damian singing my rocket to the moon but changing out the lyrics

Anyway I hope you like my dumb idea and you might watch Over The Moon it's really good movie

This is such a cool idea! Unfortunately I don’t know much about over the moon but here’s my little spin on this idea.

The Justice league do the summoning but unfortunatly, they are still under the impression that the ghost king is Pariah Dark. So there is a bit of interference. So the summoning latches onto the last person to touch Pariah Dark (AKA his coffin) and while Danny did defeat the previous king in single combat, he wasn’t the one to turn the key. No, the last person to touch Pariah Dark was one Vlad Plasmius. So when the JL starts the summoning, they get a very confused Plasmius and before he can comprehend what’s happening a bunch of angry and colorful adults just start demanding that he return Damian.

Vlad has no idea who these people are. He has no idea who this Damian kid is. And no matter what he says, none of these strange costumed adults believe him! He’s not even the ghost king!

JL: lies. Lies and slander.

And THEN, ooooh, and then he wasn’t the only one summoned. For Maddie the cat was right there and unfortunately got caught in the summoning because it was feeding time. And because she wasn’t a ghost, naturally she was able to wander outside the circle. The JL, having multiple interactions with Kalrion assume this is the ghost king’s familiar and snatch up the fluffy white cat.

Vlad can only stare in horror.

The. Pure. AUDACITY.

You know what? FINE! Yes! It is I! The ghost king! I have your PrEcIOse little boy! You want him back?! THEN GIVE ME BACK MY CAT!

So here Damian and Jon are, having the time of their lives, chilling in a strangely warm ice castle with Danny and telling him their problems, giving Cujo scratches and meanwhile, Vlad is screaming bloody murder from his summoning circle.

JL: give us back our child!

Vlad: Give me back my princess before I ERaSe YouR exIStaNce and I’ll think about it [insert intelligible ghost swear]

Constantine: *dramatic gasp* How DARE you?!

[gojonanami]

why is it that all I can think about is corruption, sukuna, and a good girl!reader

[obeymelya]

A "Normal" Day. 😅

[thatonetotaldramaguy]

I SUMMONED DUNCAN AT 3 AM😱🥶🥶😱🥶😱😱 *GONE WRONG!!!* *NOT CLICKBAIT!!*

[raspberrysmoon]

heyyyyy i did anoyher one. 👍 im obsessed w them

pete, steph and grace in the aftermath of making a very poor decision.

also known as "theyre pretty messed up man idk" and "grace stares and stares and stares and stares and stares an-" AND "steph fucken hunmgie"

this one really went through the title machine huh

[helloitssunshine]

While in his old age primo is revered for his skill in the dark arts. Just as any of his colleagues it took much time and practice to learn to control this power. And although many mistakes were made he would always learn from them. However this mistake he will be stuck with for the rest of his life…

[exasperatedoctopus]

Have a crackpot theory: the people who enjoy most of the new police procedurals that have been coming out recently just secretly wanna watch soap operas but don’t have the Guts

[blujayonthewing]

I'm really glad elyss came several years before melliwyk, because mel's alignment shift from chaotic neutral to chaotic good sometimes feels a little embarrassing in an 'I can't keep my own feelings to myself for the sake of committing to the bit' sort of way, but the counterpoint to that is that elyss, steadfastly true neutral, just simply Does Not Care about anyone other than her own loved ones or anything outside her own immediate interest no matter how much I sometimes wish she would

[aa-400]

actually i am woobifying yellow a little seriously but thats a whole different convo.

[silly-hero-plush]

i can't even think of a caption for this one

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 24: Fire

It wasn’t often that Marvin got sick, he had a naturally stronger immune system but when he did get sick it was awful. He ached and it felt like even breathing hurt, he was so dazed and his brain so fogged that he could barely focus or think straight. He was hot, he felt like he was on fire even with medication to reduce fever even if his body shuddered with chills that left him underneath several blankets, he was so weak he only had the energy to go to the bathroom and to hold himself up to shower. He barely had any sort of appetite even if he swallowed down broth and water. Realistically he should’ve called Henrik by now but he didn’t want to be a bother.

He was in and out of sleep, that state of sick where you’re more between dream and reality because you can’t tell the difference due ti how your brain reacts to sleep when sick. But he jolted a bit at the sudden boom of thunder, the sound of rain pelting against his bedroom window. He panted softly, trembling from the fright as well as the feverish chills, the lights had gone out.

Marvin groaned softly and just slumped back into bed, he was too tired to deal with this….The sound of…giggling? made him clench his eyes shut, he was delirious from fever. He was alone in his apartment… he suddenly gasped at the sound of a match being struck. The scent of smoke faded into familiar relaxing lavender and the light of a candle glowed against a hand.

He had to be dreaming again, he had to be. It was so hard to keep his eyes open as he tried to look at who held the candle. His brows furrowed, he thought…but it couldn’t be…his voice was raspy and weak as he tried to speak above a whisper.

“Jack?…”

There was a soft shush and the magician whined softly at the gentle hand in his sweat soaked hair, his blue purple eyes fluttered closed a moment as Jack spoke sweetly.

“Sorry Marv I know this is unexpected, it took me a bit to find your apartment. But I heard you were sick…ya poor t’ing…all alone here.”

Marvin tried to remember when he’d told Jack his apartment, let alone how he’d gotten here in the rain, the Youtuber had been busy since Marvin had…sort of popped up a few months ago. He was still practicing his tricks when he had the time, but being sick he’d not had the energy. He couldn’t help but lean into the sweet contact, he’d missed hanging out with the Septics…

Had Jack’s nails grown out? They scratched at his scalp gently and it felt really nice…he started ti purr weakly and blushed as Jack chuckled fondly.

“Here we go, yeah bet that feels better huh? Jus’ a big kitty cat ain’t ya Marv? Ya get a bit o’ attention and ye melt, cute~ I’m curious though, ye ever wonder why ya get so sick like t’is?”

Marvin hadn’t really thought about it, he just assumed that it was a thing he’d have to deal with, like Henrik needing glasses or Chase’s clumsiness. He shook his head softly. Jack hummed softly in thought and kept petting and softly scratching his scalp as the magician tried to purr louder. He knew it should’ve been embarrassing to being treated like….well a cat, but he had felt awful before and this was nice, he could deal with it right now.

“I was gonna tell ye t’is next I had you over Marv but…I think right now is a better idea. It’ll help you get better. The reason you get sick so much, so often, why yer sick right now…it’s because you have real magic. It’s trying to come out but you’re not ready yet….I could help if you wanted me to, it’d make the fever stop…it’d make all the awful sick go away.”

Marvin was half convinced he was dreaming now even as he heard the storm continue to pour down, real magic? Him?!? He could barely do card tricks right, the simplest sleight of hand he screwed up! He-he couldn’t have magic, he’d just mess it up, hurt someone! He whined a bit as he tried to open his eyes again another soft shush…closer to his ear now, stopped him. The hand in his hair smoothed it back from his face tenderly.

“Oh don’t be so certain Marv, yeah sure you’re not the best at tricks, yet. But that’s because ya don’t have your full potential unlocked…t’ink o’ it huh? Power at yer fingertips, ya can do whatever ye set yer mind to, snap o’ yer fingers it would happen. Everyone would know yer name Marvin.”

His breath hitched a little at that, a mix of guilt and desire warred in his chest. He knew that it hadn’t been that long since his first video and things took time, he knew he did have fans but…he wanted more. He wanted to be in the spotlight, he couldn’t help it he’d literally manifested like this…he was a showman at heart. As if hearing his thoughts, Jack continued to speak low…almost alluring? When had his accent thickened?

“What a show it’ll be Marv~ You’ll amaze and inspire anyone who sees ya, make ‘em believe in magic again. You’ll be truly magnificent, and all ye gotta do…is lemme help ye…ye’ll owe me only one little t’ing. T’ats fair ain’t it? A little favor fer helpin ye when ye need it most….when no one else did… we ain’t really so different ye know~”

Marvin felt like he couldn’t focus, he couldn’t think straight. The fever, the untapped magic, burned under his skin, his veins felt like they’d boil over. The rain felt like white noise against his senses. He couldn’t do anything but listen as Jack spoke….was this Jack? Who was it? It couldn’t be any of the other Septics…unless he was newly manifested?…but he was offering the magician everything he’d ever wanted…in exchange for a favor.

It was too good to be true, there had to be a catch…but he wasn’t in any situation to say no, he couldn’t keep his desires secret forever. He opened his eyes as much as he could, unfamiliar hypnotic green was lit by candlelight and a familiar yet strange face was close to his. His heart started to race, adrenaline pounded in his veins in subconscious response to a danger he was just now registering. He licked his lips and spoke as softly as his weakened body would let him.

“How…could you help me? Who are you?…”

Fangs flashed in the low light and the other chuckled low and purred amidst static and the rumbling thunder of the storm.

“Jus call me a friend fer now~ Now…let’s get yer magic unlocked huh? I’m sure yer tired o’ being sick.”

Before he could say anything else, ask any other questions that were starting to form through the fevered haze, there was this pulse of static through his body that made him arch. This feeling of his body not being his own, of being a passenger in his own head, for several terrifying moments.

Then the fire erupted from under his skin and every nerve ending broadcasted pain.

Marvin didn’t have the breath to scream as he writhed in agony, ethereal colors snapped and lashed out like tongues of flame, he felt his body changing. His eyes felt different, the colors around sharp and bright like it was the middle of the day and not past midnight. His ears shifted position to his head, growing fur? Pain in his lower spine as it seemed to elongate…a tail? His nails sharpened into claws and his teeth sharpened to points. It felt like his heart was going to give out from the pain…

Then like a pressure valve, the pain started to ease. He started to feel better…the fever he’d been languishing in broke as he panted for air, he was exhausted but he felt energized at the same time. The rain started to let up…he looked up at the green eyed stranger to thank him, ask questions but he wasn’t there… there was a note next to the candle that was almost out.

Remember, a favor for a favor~

[moss-feratu]

Uralesh will see a pile of minerals on the ground and be like "is anybody gonna eat that" and not wait for an answer

[croissntsblog]

Quick doodle of an Alina!book, moody drawing while listening to Solitude by M83, when she still got her brown hair yet she is succumbing to the shadows… what if the sun summoner gone bad

[osakiharu]

senju and sanzu would do 3am challenges together when they were younger btw !! they told me !! (factual information)