#in the form of hozier

[starfailsstuff]

Guys

I just saw God (aka Hozier)

I cried

Also I am just now getting into bed from getting back from the concert

[starry-bi-sky]

Au where one day Daniel Thomas Fenton, 16 years old, retired ghost vigilante finally decides to tell his parents about the Accident when he was fourteen.

It… doesn’t end well. To say the least. Physically? Danny’s fine. But it blows up into a huge argument that ends with Danny getting disowned. And Danny, sick and tired of the years of neglect and fear and hate that’s radiated his house for years. Well, he just leaves. He doesn’t want to be part of the Fenton Family, he wants nothing to do with it.

He changes his name. Daniel Thomas Fenton to Thomas Nightingale. Before he was born, his parents asked Jazz what she thought her brother’s name would be. Two years old, she said Tommy. So when Danny was born, he was named Daniel Thomas Fenton.

Danny might not wanted to have been connected to the Fenton family, but he still wanted to be connected to his sister. He leaves town, but they keep in contact. And he stays in touch with Sam and Tucker too. They, along with Jazz, helped him change his name.

For the sake of continuity, I’ll keep calling him Danny.

A few months after Danny leaves Amity Park, he catches news from Eli. His little sisterdaughterclone contacting him to let him know that she snuck into Vlad’s to cause some mischief, and discovered that he was at it again.

He’d cloned Danny again. And this time it looked like it might be a successful boy. He was a baby. Danny rushed over to Vlad’s as fast as possible.

It wasn’t hard to break into the lab. Vlad was as cocky as he was stupid, and Danny had long since learned his tricks. The baby was being cared for by the vulture henchmen that Vlad used. Who were about as competent at taking care of a baby as the three fairies were in Maleficent.

Danny stole all information about the clone — how he was made, what Vlad did. Everything.

Turns out, the baby was more Danny’s son than he was a clone. Vlad had somehow rubbed two braincells together hard enough to have an epiphany of some sort. Rather than use Danny’s unstable DNA to make a clone from scratch, he used Danny’s DNA and an unnamed girl his age to make him.

(Safe to say, Danny was seriously creeped out.)

He also, somehow, figured out why Eli came out as Danielle rather than Daniel. It was the same reason that Danny’s suit went from white to black and his hair black to white when he went ghost. It was the ectoplasm’s weird inverting properties. Vlad had tried to make a male clone, but the ectoplasm he used inverted to make a girl. So, he tried the same thing, and instead tried to make a girl. The ectoplasm made the baby girl into a baby boy.

He had also, Danny seriously bet it was unintentional, somehow made the baby completely, utterly human. Well, almost completely human. The little boy was liminal in the same way Jazz was, with the minuscule changes to match. Sharper canines, a small ghostly sense, and eery eyes.

All in all, the baby was useless to Vlad. He didn’t have the powers Vlad wanted. Which Danny bet dollar to dollar was the biggest drawback to the egomaniac.

Well, what one crazed maniac found useless, Danny found he adored. It didn’t take long to dispatch the vultures, and Danny found himself hovering over the baby’s crib, unsure of what to do as the little boy’s bright blue eyes stared up at him with innocent wonder. He didn’t even know to fear strangers yet.

“Hello,” he said softly, and lowered his feet to the floor, changing back from ghost to human. “I’m Thomas.” He’d developed a weariness to his original name after Dan, and after his disownment, disliked it entirely.

The baby latched onto Danny’s finger with a gurgle, and that was it. Close the book, the end. Danny’s heart squeezed itself in his chest, a low coo trapped itself in his throat. And with hands that had never held something so small before, he picked him up.

“I bet he was gonna name you Daniel, wasn’t he?” He asked, trying to remember what the safest way to hold a baby that couldn’t keep its head up was. He cradled the baby to his chest. “He’s crazy. Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me.”

The baby just stared up at him, one chubby hand crushing his shirt. Danny couldn’t help but smile, now he knew why people always got so mushy around babies. There was so much to love about them. “I’ll come up with a better name.” He said, and walked away from the crib — there was probably something in Vlad’s lab that helped the baby. Some kinda diaper bag or something?

As he looked, he wracked his head for names. As well as that, he tried to think about what to do moving forward. The baby wasn’t like Eli, who was independent enough that she traveled the world and did whatever she wanted. He was a baby. Tiny, vulnerable, dependent. And legally, he didn’t exist.

“Why don’t I call you Bruce?” He said aloud, looking back down to the baby. Bruce. He liked the name. Bruce just looked up at him, and then tried to eat his shirt.

Danny didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so fast. “Okay, Bruce it is then.” He was smiling ear to ear. “Hi, Bruce.”

He found a diaper bag soon enough, it was near Bruce’s crib, tucked on it’s side under a chair. Danny slung it over his shoulder, switched forms, and flew out of the mansion

…

First thing to know about taking care of babies; it was hard. Danny flew miles from Vlad’s house, intangible and invisible, before he finally stopped at a gas station. He switched back, and then called Jazz

Who… immediately tore into him for making such a reckless, impulsive choice to go willingly into Vlad’s house

(Eli was a snitch)

(But not a big enough snitch apparently, she left the surprise baby to Danny to talk about)

And after the subsequent tearing into, Danny told her about Bruce

“What are you gonna do with him?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t just *leave* him. He’s so small Jazz.”

“Are you gonna keep him with you little brother?”

“…”

“…Just until I can figure something out.”

“I’ll send you some articles about taking care of babies then.”

Danny undeniably gets attached

He swore he’d figure something out by the end of the week. One week stretched into two. Two stretched to a month. And then a few months. And then Bruce was learning how to crawl, and he was babbling.

And he was just as attached to Danny as Danny was to Bruce.

Danny was all the way northeast by then, finding himself in Gotham. He was seventeen now, almost an adult in the eyes of the law. He was going to stay a week, if even that long, in Gotham.

And then he saved an eccentric elderly couple from being mugged. And by the end of the week he was staying in the elusive Wayne Family Manor as a special guest.

The Waynes were childless. They’d had tried for years to get a son, until eventually they gave up on it. But if you looked at their younger portraits, you’d think Danny was theirs by birth.

Days turned to weeks to months to nearly a year. And then more. Bruce was walking now, and he called Danny ‘daddy’ and he was still just as clingy as he was when he was on bottles.

Danny adored him.

And the Wayne couple were so kind to him. Danny had waited for weeks for the other shoe to drop. Nobody this rich was this kind, at least not anyone that Danny had encountered besides Sam, and Sam’s family were guppies in a pond compared to the behemoths that were the Waynes.

There was no other shoe drop. The Waynes never expected anything from Danny other than he ate well and slept well and that he stay as long as he like. They didn’t force him into attending anything, not their rich people parties or events, nothing. They bought him clothes and let him decorate his room, and spoiled Bruce positively rotten.

Danny quietly, where no one but his thoughts could hear, started to think they were better parents than the ones who gave birth to him. It changed things.

On Danny’s eighteenth birthday, the Waynes gifted him adoption papers. Danny couldn’t have grabbed his pen faster.

Danny Fenton became Thomas Nightingale, and Thomas Nightingale because Thomas and Bruce Nightingale.

Then, finally, Thomas and Bruce Nightingale became Thomas and Bruce Wayne.

[maniacace]

dbd cancellation news coming out 10 days before jatp anniversary is so incredibly fitting

[snitling]

Hozier said "you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me" but all I heard was Aziraphale

[ibeewashere]

Me explaining how Widojest is literally so Hozier coded like. Name one song that doesn’t fit at least one of them. I’ll wait. (Don’t actually do that I’m sure there is one but I’m insane so just let me live my little delusional life 😔)

[earthfromadistance]

Someone in a hozier fb group I’m in posted this and I just have to ask: am I the only one who’s always shook when they see pics of baby hozier?? for some reason I’m always like he obviously popped out of the womb as we see him now like this is a cursed image to me lmao

[weirdgirlvampire]

you’re telling me arctic monkeys released am and hozier released take me to church and mgmt released their self titled and lorde released pure heroine all within september of 2013. how did I survive all that at the time. how has it been a decade

[toomanywordsnllines]

Ghost's love is... Morbid. Melancholic in the way that he explains it and expresses it. It's extreme and revolting.

Disgusting.

No sane person would look at the object of their desire, love and affection and think half the things he does. Try and do half the things he does.

It's the way he wants to tear and be torn apart, inch by inch of his skin, have his muscles ripped apart, his bones broken and shattered. It's how he wants his organs to stop working the moment his love dies.

He wants to decompose and be eaten by the earth, he was almost once, and it brought him a sick sense of peace. To know that after all the pain he went through. There would be peace and he would just go back to the earth.

It's probably because of his fucked up psych and all the torture his mind as been through since the day he was born. Simon is a cursed name, he's known this for a while. That's why he destroyed it and buried it. Hoping, wishing, that it would have the piece it desired.

It didn't. He got restless under the skin of Ghost and little horrid pieces started revealing themselves slowly. Like ants coursing through his veins, it burned like poison. Made him itch. It scratched his insides painfully. Made him want to tear his viscera out. Gore displayed over his fingers.

But when he looks at the person he loves. Johnny. His person.

His Johnny.

It's like a part of his brain is both satiated and starving for more.

He cannot help but want to die for him.

Kill for him.

But also, live another day to see his smile, his laugh. Watch the sun melt into the beauty of his blue eyes, reflecting back the beauty of the sky like crystal water.

Like a cat bringing his owner a gift of appreciation-

Wishes to decapitate the ones who did Johnny wrong and bring their heads on a silver platter. Hoping for praise and satisfaction.

But he controls himself, because Johnny can take care of himself. Because Johnny, strong and resilient Johnny is not a man of pitiful revenge. Not when it's about himself.

And he gives him what he seeks anyway. In the way of gentle hands and soft touches, encouraging words. Time. Touch. Talking.

Still, most days, every day he wants to taste his blood on his tongue. Drink it like the sweet tasting wine he knows it would be.

But most of all-

Wants to be killed by his love's hands when his time finally comes.

When he commits a mistake he cannot undo. When he has overstepped his stay. He wants Johnny to put his hands on Simon and to break him. Slit his throat. Quick and gentle. Lay him down gently to the dirty. Flowers heavy on his chest.

Because love for Simon is devotion.

The moment he saw John. He swore to devote his life to him.

However, John's love is caring.

Taking care, his own form of devotion. Construct Simon back to be whole, not trying to make him perfect, never. Paint his cracks gold, always trying his best, plaster on his wounds, chipping his skin, bleeding over him. White glue, duct tape. 

It's messy, it's terrible, disgusting, disfigurating.

He has never felt so understood (He's not looked at like a freak. His concerning sentences aren't brushed off as odd or concerning but listened. Observed. Johnny understands that his words, words that would leave anyone queasy, green with sickness, are the only way Simon was taught to love. Learned to love.)

It 's peaceful.

It's the way of Johnny loving him and that's enough to quell the morbid thirst in Simon's heart.

A little 'study'(?) on how I think Ghost loves... Some notes I wrote after:

My favorite type of Simon is the one who's love is just revolting. Out ,of what's called, the ordinary and extreme.

It's the love of a man who does not let others in, not because he's scared of being seen. But because he knows if they knew how much he loves them they would run away. Disappear. Question his fucked up mind. Lock him away. Treat him like the freak that he is.

That's why he loves Johnny.

Because the man is not scared of him and he himself admits he's not normal. Too clingy, too obsessive. Explosive. Weird. Too much.

They're both freaks, in their own way.

That's why they love each other.

[lifemod17]

this is my face whenever i say i am looking respectfully

Oh that's a good respectfully looking face, mine probably would be more like:

Respectful, but you will see me turn into the human version of the heart eyes emoji 😍

[spinninglightning]

whenever i read fics i always end up thinkin of a song for the fic or like, th chapter and then i canr stop associating the fic w/ those songs

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

New Noah Kahan/Hozier release is giving Hannigram post-fall and Will is still scared to take the final steps towards them being in an actual relationship rather than just a murder courtship, and Hannibal sees this and he wants it more than anything but he's so scared to push Will in fear of losing him again when it finally feels like he has him all to himself and this song is Hannibal having all these realizations about how stuck they are.

[dumbbullet]

GREAT NEWS EVERYONE! DEPRESSION IS CANCELED!

[theaologies]

Hozier writing a song about language and the loss of it at the hands of colonialism and how so many indigenous words are used all over the world as place names but so few people know their meanings but at the same time, they mean “home” and how he’s grateful that Gaeilge was preserved and how despite so few people understanding it nowadays it still feels like “home” has me so deeply fucked up I’m weeping

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Faerie Hounds of York

queer gothic fantasy novella set in 1810 england

a man who is cursed by the fey travels back to his childhood home on the moors, and meets a stranger who helps him figure out what’s happening

but it's hard to stay out of the fey's graspe, and the stranger has his secrets too

atmospheric, creepy fey, bittersweet romance

[thedaythatwas]

what if I said arsonist’s lullaby by hozier was *the* akechi song? what if I also said it was *the* komaeda song? what then liberals?

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

just heard too sweet at the mall. time to abandon hozier to prevent social conflict.