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[hardcore-lonewolf]

Pocketwatch Question!

I know Kitten is into Robin I/Nightwing and Dick Grayson, so my inspiration of Ace will be based on her for blond hair and blue eyes like her mother with her father's insane madness.

Matt's permanent portrayal has changed from Noah Nixon from Generator Rex to Danny Rand aka Iron Fist from Ultimate Spider-Man, I loved Greg Cipes for voicing him so much.

His portrayal starts from Noah Nixon for S1 and S2, and Danny Rand for S3 and S4...that's the procedure.

Recasting her will be good for the rivalry between Kitten Moth and Catgirl, but I chose Lucy due to the Injustice trailer video in Arkham Asylum between Harley Quinn and Catwoman in their Arkham City skins.

Lucy Quinzel's character portrayal is Annie from Generator Rex mixed with Jinx | Powder from League of Legends, and Misty's portrayal will be Beverly Holiday from Generator Rex mixed with Stocking Anarchy from Panty & Stocking.

Knowing users make redesigns of heroes and villains are very savage...follow those people who recreated them if they're really savage.

I would usually picked my portrayals by watching shows like Invincible, Young Justice, Ben 10 (Not the Reboot...it's OS/AF/UA/OV), Generator Rex, Teen Titans (2003), the Last Airbender, X-Men: Evolution, DCAMU, the Secret Saturdays, Danny Phantom, Kim Possible, the Legend of Korra, Spectacular Spider-Man, Ultimate Spider-Man, TMNT (2003), Wolverine & the X-Men, and others.

Since Gizmo, Jinx, and Mammoth got some redesigns...Mammoth got a different design and I love it...we will choose the portrayals.

We got Psimon, Devastation, Gizmo, Shimmer, Mammoth, the Terror Twins, Jinx, Icicle Junior, and Holocaust.

Let's start with the sirens; Devastation, Shimmer, Tuppence, and Jinx...they need four more members to make this even.

I chose Blackfire, Terra, Ace, and Domino...I know Kitten was the original one till I realized that she has something I hate about her...and that'll be dating and using a mutated spider guy.

Blackfire's portrayal is Circe from Generator Rex with violet to blue dye within her black hair, I want her to be step-sisters with Wildfire and Starfire while having a big brother named Darkfire...portrayed as Moss.

Starfire's hair is an ombre with brown, pink, red, orange, and yellow for the fiery ends like fire...Blackfire's hair is now ombre with black, violet, blue, cyan, and white for the snowy tips.

Ace's portrayal is Annie from Generator Rex, the natural hair and eyes before becoming her new alias...this was Kitten's original portrayal.

Ace Spades will have Kitten's portrayed looks, Jinx's tattoos and color scheme to her hairstyle, Harley's clothing styles, Joker's insane madness, and their choice of weapons.

Domino's portrayal is still will be Beverly Holiday, though I want to give her Stocking's color scheme to her stuffed cat with Misty Kilgore's hair and clothing...her mother's portrayal is Rebecca Holiday to show off the resemblance between the two characters.

Going to the guys...Psimon, Tommy, Gizmo, Mammoth, Holocaust, and Icicle Junior.

For Billy's portrayal, I chose Walter aka Skwydd from Generator Rex.

For See-More, his portrayal will be Rex Salazar and I thought it'll be cool cause he has the Omega Nanite Goggles to the powers...watch the show...it's nostalgic.

It's up to Zatanna to protect Matt from crazy chicks...comment down below and follow.

[jasontoddisasorceror]

Fuck I'm so sorry but this is perfect for a danny fenton is Jason todd au. Jason was a kid who not only struggled with the concept of faith( pre new 52 at least), but when he did die dead, man actually brought him to heaven. He stayed there until Superboy Prime punched reality, and Jason was forcibly brought back to life. In the new continuity, Talia dunks him in the Lazarus pit, and this could have caused his soul to fall from heaven against its own will. Either way, I can see Jason definitely being offered the chance to become a new angel. Let's call these new baby angels could be called the Seraphim due to them being new angels they are incredibly powerful but lack control and, therefore, are required to stick within the silver city. Also, when one becomes an angel, ones soul and spirit are separated so the soul can be reincarnated. While the spirit becomes the angel, this process can take centuries. Also, all angels cast off their old name and take new ones. Jason chose the name Daniel and was set to be an angel of death, one who guides the dead to their respective afterlife. Then his body is dunked in the Lazarus pit, and the soul and body are fuzed back together. Just like in the under the red hood movie, Jason escapes the League of Assassins and just wanders around South Eastern Europe until he's picked up trying to break into an American embassy in Greece. After that, the ambassador contacts an old friend to take the kid who will only mumble his name at them Daniel or Jason he's mumbling both, and they assume it's his first and middle name that old friend is maddie fenton and her husband Jack fenton the Ambassador was Amanda Waller. The portal accident reunites Jason's body and soul with his spirit which has been in heaven its this fusion of soul bound body and sanctified spirt that make him a nephilim or Halfa.

My Art Block presents: some kind of danny phantom angel au i guess 

one of the theological fights we had in my college group chat was about whether nephilim were technically half-angel and what that would mean and basically i’ve been thinking about it ever since 

[surelysilly]

SuperPhantom Week 2024, go!

What: A week to celebrate the bestest crossover — Danny Phantom / Supernatural (TV 2005)! Fanfic, fanart, playlists/music, other multimedia or crafts, whatever you want, are all welcome! There are themed prompts for each day, so try to include it and more or as little as you want!

When: September 7th, 2024 - September 13th, 2024

Day 1: Sept. 7th - Divine / Impiety Day 2: Sept. 8th - Strange Day 3: Sept. 9th - Family / Outsider Day 4: Sept. 10th - Song (Fic) Day 5: Sept. 11th - Right / Left Day 6: Sept. 12th - Tools of the Trade Day 7: Sept. 13th - Free

*I will catch up on what I've missed in the following week to the best of my ability, but can't guarantee any swiftness. Submissions may show up the day after their prompt as I queue them up.

Sentence prompt for the week:

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

How: Post your works on Tumblr with the tags #superphantomweek2024 and #superphantom. I��ll reblog them here! Submissions to the week can also be added to this Ao3 Collection!

Just want everyone to have fun with this old little crossover here, so be free and be merry!!! <3

Below are extra details and information for each day.

Honorable mentions for extra brownie points:

Focus on side characters from either show! Last (few) season(s) nonsense Where do ghosts fit in the war between heaven and hell?

Day 1: Sept. 7th - Divine / Impiety

Do you think God lives in Heaven because He, too, lives in fear of what He's created Here on Earth? - Spy Kids 2

Divine: Angelic Presence, Angels, Grace, Holy, God(s), Wings, Pie, Fudge, Resurrection, Prophets

Impiety: Deals, Crossroads, Demon, Betrayal, Curse, Desecration, King of Hell, Abomination, Half-human (Nephilim, Cambion), Halfas (Half Angel & Half Ghost)

Day 2: Sept. 8th - Strange

There's something wrong with those boys... Something off about that house...

Too Many Eyes, Charade, Fleeting Glimpses, Veil, Death Defying, Midwestern Gothic, Limbo/Purgatory, Horror, Biblically Accurate, Ghosts, Weird Age Club

Day 3: Sept. 9th - Family / Outsider

This is about the blood of the covenant and the water of the womb, or neither or.

Family: Children, Childhood, Siblings, Old Friend, Blood, Fluff, Teamwork, Bonds

Outsider: Accidental Meeting, Secret, Outside POV, Found Footage, Ghost Facers, Wrongfully Accused, Strange Bedfellows, Incorrect Assumptions

Day 4: Sept. 10th - Song (Fic)

We've got a long road ahead of us... can't just sit in silence! Or can we...?

Mixtape, CD burn, Radio, Voice, Enochian, Ghost Speak, Silence, Lullaby

Day 5: Sept. 11th - Right / Left

The usual canon divergence, even canon compliance... or something even further removed!

Right: Time Travel, Pre-canon, The End AU, It's a Terrible Life AU

Left: Roleswap, Fantasy AU, Sci-fi, Multi-Crossover

Day 6: Sept. 12th - Tools of the Trade

These vary by profession. What are yours?

Overshadowing, Shot gun, Blade, Salt Circle, Trap, Ghost Portal, Ectoplasm, Impala, Feton AV, Cold Iron, Disguise, Fire, Possession, Wail, Monster of the Week, Summoning

Day 7: Sept. 13th - (Team) Free (Will)

New beginnings. Final endings. Let's do it all over again, it's only just getting started. Or is it?

Friday the 13th, Unlucky, Carry On My Wayward Son, Thrill, whatever you want!

*Take what you like, leave what you don't; these are all just extra suggestions for each day to help get the brain wrinkling up! Send any questions my way~

[only-luce-the-goose]

More than Nougat

Synopsis: You taught Jack about hickies and now he’s obsessed

Warnings: none really, just a whole lotta fluff

Nothing! There was absolutely nothing! No beer, no bacon, no nothing! And who would’ve eaten all the food and not replace it? The two black holes for humans you live with. The Winchesters, those boys with their bottomless stomachs drove you crazy sometimes. You’re half tempted to throw Jack into the accusation but he’s still figuring the foods he likes.

“I’m going on a supply run!” You shout through the halls. All you hear is a couple grunts of acknowledgement, until a voice behind you says “can I come?” You nearly jump out of your skin, not expecting to see Jack behind you. “You scared the shit outta be dude, but yeah, of course you can come” you answered him. “Sorry for scaring you y/n” he apologises.

You chuckle his apology off, trying not to let your heart run wild. Even though Jack was only, technically, a few years old, he resembled someone of your own age. This very quickly led you to falling for him, his newborn innocence, childish humour and clinginess (you loved though, let’s be real).

“Alrighty Jack, let’s go” you say as you lead him up the stairs, to the garage. You unlock your ‘64 Pontiac and hope in, turning on some background music before peeling out of the bunker.

“Can we have a movie night tonight, y/n?” The nephilim asks. “Absolutely” you reply “what do you wanna watch?” He sits there and has a hard think about it, “I don’t know, I’ll look up movies when we get to the bunker. Can we get snacks now though?” He asks. You nod your head as you park. You pull out a trolley and give it to Jack to push, while you wander around and get enough food to supposedly last a few weeks (you knew better than the expect it would last a few days).

Jack absolutely piles the junk food into the trolley, which gives you a good laugh, still enamoured with his childishness. He gives you a massive grin and keeps walking, always making sure to look behind him and make sure you’re still there. You head to the checkout and pay for the mountain of food you bought, Jack standing shoulder to shoulder with you the entire time, watching you interact with the register guy. Jack means his head on your shoulder after you pay and keep making small talk, even though you’ve finished all you need to do. Jack links his hand to yours to try and push his point, he doesn’t wanna be near anyone but you anymore.

After you get home, Jack wizzes off to the computer to search for a movie while you pack away the food, keeping out the snack for movie night. Jack comes bounding in a few minutes later, a dvd in hand, and says “I wanna watch this one” he hold it up for you to see. You look at him and asks if he’s sure, “I’ve never seen it so I really wanna try” he replies. You hold on your giggles as you make your way towards the dean-cave (you think it’s a silly name but whatever).

You press play on the movie as you and Jack get comfortable next to each other on the couch, sitting leg to leg so you can both reach the junk food. Sandy and Danny start singing on your tv screen and it has Jack laughing, you don’t know what at, but you don’t care. Getting to see Jack make you laugh makes your day a little brighter.

You get to the point in the movie when Rizzo appears with hickies from Kenickie. “Y/n?” Jack gets your attention as he taps your shoulder. You pause the movie as you turn to Jack, “what’s wrong?” Jack points at Rizzo and says “what’s wrong with her neck, who has hands small enough to punch her like that?” He ponders “or did she get bitten my a vampire? Some vampire bites look like that, don’t they?”

Jack looks at you concerned as you bust out laughing. “Oh Jack, those are called hickies” you tell him. He raises his eyebrow, almost like he want to ask something, so you continue. “When two people like each other a lot, some like marking their partner. It’s kind of like a possession thing” you can see the cogs turning in his head, trying to make sense of what you said.

“I like you a lot, and I don’t like when you talk to people that aren’t me, so do I put hickies on you?” Jack admits, a big grin adorning his plush lips. You feel a bit conflicted, maybe you didn’t make it clear enough that it was an ‘in love’ type of like, not a ‘just friends’ type of like and so you told him. “I don’t think you get it, it’s for people who love each other. Like want to get married and have a family, kind of love. Not the kind of love you have for friends”

His grin doesn’t falter, “I know what you meant, y/n, and I mean what I said. I like you a lot, the ‘love’ type of like. I wanna hold your hand, and kiss you, and I want you to give me hickies and I want to give you some too” if you were a cartoon, you knew you’d have hearts in your eyes and heart would be thumping out of your chest at Jacks brazen confession.

He watches you patiently as you lean over and peck his lips, testing to water. “I like you a lot too, Jack” you say as you make deep eye contact. Jack kisses you back grinning. “Can you give me a hickie y/n?” He asks shyly. “It’s kind of something you have to build up to. You have to start with marking out before you move to hickies” Jack smashes his lips onto yours as soon as you finish your sentence.

After showing Jack how to make out, you pull away which causes a small whine to rise from Jacks throat. “I’m gonna give you a hickie now, ok?” You say as Jack vigorously nods his head. You got back to kissing his lips, then start trailing them towards his neck. You spend a couple seconds looking around for his weak spot, knowing you’ve found it when he moans and bursts a light bulb.

You look up and see his eyes glowing gold “sorry” he says sheepishly. You kiss his lips, then go back to his neck. You suck and nip at the supple skin, causing all sorts of noises to come out of Jack. You pull back “that should give you a nice purple one in the morning” you say. Jack nods as you both lie down, his head on your chest as you doze off.

You wake up to Jack shaking you, “look, it’s here!” He bounces around, clearly happy to the new addition on marks on his skin when he says, “I think I like this more than nougat”

[cjsmalley]

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

[egotistival]

new muses alert;;

i'm bringing in some new muses and overhauling my muse page to include pictures and just making it more agreeable to the eyes. the page isn't done yet but was too excited to wait to unveil the new muses. they're below the cut! i've included supernatural muses in this release! if you'd like to plot with any, please like this and i'll come to you! CRAVING SUPERNATURAL PLOTS RN AS YOU CAN SEE.

grace van patten fc. meredith sharpe. perpetually the person who was always looking to impress others and her own parents, which led to not truly living her life for herself. as such, she has a lot of regrets but you'll probably never hear her admit that. is a lawyer specializing mostly in family law right now. closeted lesbian living a double life. doesn't realize she's a literal nephilim - child of an angel/demon pairing. can be used in supernatural or other plots at this moment.

alba baptista fc. raquel silva. erotica novelist but also a supernatural hunter/slayer. very sex positive, she's a popular bestseller and releases a book once every two years or so. has a really good outlook on life, is a jokester and open about most aspects of her life. on the flip side, she keeps the slaying a secret from most everyone in her life but might have a designated scooby gang who help her out with slaying. lesbian. can be used in supernatural or other plots atm.

cailee spaeny fc. casey chapman. free spirited witch who specializes typically in speaking with dead people. bumbling, typically a little awkward in conversation but genuine. keeps the secret of the supernatural from the mundane and prefers to hide behind her camera. works for the local paper as a photojournalist. lesbian. can be used for supernatural plots.

melissa barrera fc. carmen. vampire, turned earlier on in the twentieth century and lives for a good time. just trying not to get herself slain in the process of maiming and violently killing men who do wrong to women. would love to not go into her backstory at every opportunity and will probably ice you out if you ask questions related to her own death, thanks. supernatural plots only atm.

danny ramirez fc. rodrigo baptista. bar owner and bartender but also a werewolf who tries to keep his temper in check. is overprotective of his loved ones after losing his father to a vampire years ago and now doesn't let his younger sisters out of his sight. self assured, genuinely nice and lovely... unless you get on his bad side. heterosexual. open for supernatural plots.

boyd holbrook fc. aamon. a literal demon who lives for destruction, hatred, and corrupting the innocent. definitely a criminal, will do anything for a good time. admittedly, the least developed of these muses so far. pansexual. supernatural plots only atm.

[burdenedwithfaith]

✟ Faceclaim: Danny Zovatto as Father Esquibel✟

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A study in: Losing and regaining faith in the divine and oneself, childhood trauma, learning to be human, battling one's demons both literal and figurative, "just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean it's not real", walking the line between messiah and antichrist, more than human yet somehow not quite human, searching for the truth, "God loves you but not enough to save you".

Happy to interact with most characters, but prefer: Angelic/Demonic/Monstrous characters, Other priests/members of the church, The penitent/confessing sinners, "Unholy" characters (vampires, Nephilim etc.), People who are "lost souls"/needing guidance, Hierophiles (😈), Modern supernatural, Paranormal investigators.

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richard madden, bisexual, male + he/him/his → isn’t that braxton kingston? i’ve seen them hanging out with the were-creatures. i hear they’re 37, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 25 years. they seem to be insightful & allocentric, but also circumspect & tractable. it’s cool that their animal counterpart is a bear!

rafael silva, homosexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that reynaldo angel garcia? i’ve seen them hanging out with the darklighters. i hear they’re 532, but they’ve only been in alexandria for number of 24 years. they seem to be protective & charming, but also self destructive & manipulative. 

alberto rosende, homosexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that julian cortez? i’ve seen them hanging out with the siphoner. i hear they're twenty-five, but they’ve only been in alexandria for three years. they seem to be soft & empathic, but also naive & hopeless romantic. it’s cool that they’re capable of healing, molecular combustion, molecular immobilization, and teleportation!

brent antonello, homosexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that artemis finch? i’ve seen them hanging out with the witches. i hear they're twenty-seven, but they’ve only been in alexandria for a few days/weeks. they seem to be ambitious & observant, but also selfish & impulsive. it’s cool that they’re capable of hydrokinesis, pyrokinesis, aerokinesis, and geokinesis!

taylor zakhar perez, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that gabriel de la cruz? i’ve seen them hanging out with the humans. i hear they're twenty-seven, but they’ve only been in alexandria for all his life. they seem to be loyal & determined, but also prideful & perfectionist. they are heightened!

kj apa, homosexual, trans-male + he/him → isn’t that malakai 'kai' latu? i’ve seen them hanging out with the vampires. i hear they're twenty-eight, but they’ve only been in alexandria for seven years. they seem to be flirtatious & outgoing, but also stubborn & opinionated.

ronen rubinstein, pansexual, demi-male + he/they → isn’t that elijah james ullman? i’ve seen them hanging out with the fairies. i hear they’re forty-nine, but they’ve only been in alexandria for all his life. they seem to be empathetic & vibrant, but also anxious & self-critical. it’s cool that they’re capable of sunlight fairy with light manipulation! 

michael cimino, demisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that jupiter randolph? i’ve seen them hanging out with the nephilims. i hear they’re twenty-four, but they’ve only been in alexandria for a couple days. they seem to be driven & honest, but also critical & blunt. 

danny rameriz , bisexual, male + he/him → isn’t that diego cortez? i’ve seen them hanging out with the witches. i hear they're 29, but they’ve only been in alexandria for three years. they seem to be protective & loyal, but also possessive & cruel. it’s cool that they’re capable of spell casting, shadow manipulation, Divination, and astral projection!

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henry cavill

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[msfbgraves]

Do Daniel and Terry know the secondary gender of the pups? Is it that they present later in life but it's "obvious" if a pup is Alpha or Omega especially? I headcanon it as they have a few Alphas first. Adorable brave Alpha pups who are territorial and protective over Daniel, who hero-worship their Dad and hang on Terry's every word. They must have an Omega or two, who is absolutely worshipped and doted upon. A soft angel. Daniel loves all his puppies fiercely but there's something about his sweet, pure, gentle Omega pup that makes him need the pup in his arms at all times.

Let me tell you a story, Nonnie.

Someone is banging on the church door. Which is curious, because it isn't locked; merely closed against the fierce wind and threatening rain. But he hears a voice over both the wind and traffic:

"Father Martin? Sister George? Anyone? Hey!"

Yes, that's one of his flock, alright, but - Terry Silver? The last time he was here, alone, outside of Mass must have been decades ago. He speeds towards the entrance as the banging continues.

"Come in, my son, before you hurt yourself."

"Father." He really looks distraught, but rushes in, hurriedly makes a sign of the cross. "Father, I need your help."

"Do you need a doctor?" It's a question he always asks; some people feel more comfortable rushing to him when they would do better with a physician. And wasn't his mate with pup? ...Again.

"Doctor's been, father. I need you."

Father Michael turns for his coat. "I'll come now -"

"He's not dying, father, would I be here if he were dying?"

"And the pup?"

He's perplex for half a second. "What do you take me for?"

He's known him as an altar boy, and yet an irate Terry Silver is not something he feels comfortable seeing. Still, he knows the brothers at St. Mary's will have left their mark, too.

"Then watch your tone in Church, my boy."

He backs off only slightly. "Maybe God I have a problem with!"

He would fight God. ...gladly.

"Do you need to confess?"

"No!" Those eyes. Father Martin needs some restraint not to cross himself. "I don't think this one's my fault!"

"My son." He takes a breath. "You are in distress, and you sought Him. That means you still trust in His love."

"His love." He snorts. "Good one! Good one, father!"

He straightens his back. "Now you hear me, Terry Silver. I will not have blasphemous talk from you, no matter who you are!"

He looks around, breathes in. "Didn't you say, Father, that Angels used to lie with humans?"

"...come again?"

"Isn't it in the Bible, father, that Angels used to come to earth, and take humans for their mate?"

"Do you mean Nephilim?"

"I don't know what I mean, father, this is supposed to be your job!"

He's going to let that one slide. "My son. That reading is heavily disputed, and most agree that it happened before the time of Noah."

"He did it again, though, didn't He?" And now the man is pacing between the pews. "Came onto Mary? That Joseph may have been a beta, but if He thinks...!"

"Still your tongue before you sin, young man!" That seems to finally pierce through his skull. "Now. I want you to remove your hat, pay proper respect and pray three Hail Mary's and Our Father's each, before you join me and tell me what has upset you so."

He glares at him but does it, and father Martin takes the time to send up a quick prayer for patience.

When the man joins him in a front pew, he seems slightly less agitated.

"My son. Tell me. From the start."

He takes a deep breath. "You've seen my litter."

"Yes, I've baptized three of them." The other three were baptized by father Lorenzo, and he's still none too happy. Usually, mates join his congregation, and that's the end of it.

"Well, I have six." A proud smile. "So I know what pups are like, father. And Danny. I know him. He's a champ. Usually home the same day, doesn't want to be away from the other ones."

"A good Christian mate." The man flashes a smile he doesn't want to know the meaning of. But then his face darkens.

"So I know my pups, father. I don't think that Robby and Anthony are Alphas, but they're mine, they're clearly mine, and I love them, father, I've always loved them!"

His distress is palpable, and if he were anybody else, father Martin would have felt compelled to put a soothing hand on his shoulder. "But of course you do, Terry."

"We weren't supposed to have this one," he continues. "Sam's not nearly old enough to help, and my Danny needed a break, too, Anthony was a surprise as it was."

Father Martin smiles. "You've been well blessed then. And they, well kept and provided for."

He likes that, Terry Silver. And it's always good when he can compliment a father on doing a good job, if he does disagree with all the extortion and occassional killing going on.

"This heat was different." He looks away in embarassment. "I'm sorry to say it, father, but it was not supposed to happen, and I've never seen him so soft. I was afraid I'd break him."

Best keep it to the facts, now. "So you did lie with him."

"Yes!" He wrings his hands. "But he was like a different person! I couldn't keep him close enough! And when I took him..." He looks down. "He even looked like an Angel, father, it was obscene, alright? Like..."

"No need to elaborate, my son. I understand."

"Do you? How do I know there wasn't something else going on?"

"Was there any religious experience? Voices, visions?"

"He didn't say. But he was different the whole time."

"Different, how?"

Silver gives another amused smile. "You know he is a bratty little punk, father, even after that growth spurt. Keeps me on my toes, that one."

"He's said to know his duties - "

"Oh, sure, when he wants." Now, it's a wolfish grin. "We work out any spats quite nicely, father, that's never been an issue."

"Then why are you concerned?"

"He's too soft." There's fear in the eyes of this hard man. "When he looks at me, it hurts. I want to break something sometimes."

"You wish to strike him?"

"No, no!" He jumps up. "Father, what goes on in here? Is there someone I need to straighten out? You know I won't have it -"

"You see a lot of life, here, my son. But tell me about your Daniel."

"He's singing. He didn't use to. And he's much softer with the pups, if that's even possible. Robby likes it, bless him, but the others are concerned. And Eli's six, father. Won't leave his side more than three minutes, I swear, he almost bit me when I brought him to the Don."

Definitely an Alpha, that one, father Martin agrees. Impossible to keep quiet during Mass. "You haven't talked about this before, though."

"Can't really complain about that, now, can I? But now the pup's here..."

"So it's true. Congratulations!"

"I've barely even seen her." The Alpha cringes together. "They say they're fine, the both of them, but Daniel won't let her go. Has been in the hospital for three days straight, I've only been allowed in once. He's not sick or anything. He's not there. I can't reach him." He looks to him, eyes wet. "The only thing he said, father - 'Her name is Luna.' Didn't let me get a word in."

"As was said of Our Blessed Virgin, too?"

"Yes - but..."

Father Martin smiles. "One thing that isn't much emphasized when celebrating our Lord, my son, that he is both the Alpha and the omega made flesh." He subtly stresses the last words.

He thinks, one beat. "Mandy wasn't like that."

Father Martin laughs. "Your sister is a very interesting woman, Terry Silver. But aptly named." He thinks back on the many hours he's spent teaching beginner Latin, to Terry Silver too. "'She who must be loved.' Your mother may have had an inkling."

He shakes his head. "But Mammy was a beta. Lucille is beta. You said so yourself, Amanda was one in a million."

He clears his throat. "She's certainly not typical." He stands up. "Give thanks, Terry Silver. Most likely your mate was blessed this way. They need a mother's devotion more strongly than most puppies do, if my memory serves." He walks away. "I look forward to her christening!"

When he looks back, he sees Terry Silver, on his knees, in front of the Virgin Mary.

Strange, the forces that will bring a fighter to his knees.

*

When Terry comes home, he's greeted, strangely, by Lucille, and a Sammy that launches herself into his arms before he can even take off his hat.

"Daddy!"

"Samantha!" Eli bellows. "We're supposed to be quiet!!!"

Lucille shrugs. "They're all yours. Lisa is bringing her Billy tonight, too, there's only so many pups we can handle."

He squeezes Sammy tight before putting her down, ruffles Elis head. "Where's Daniel?" he says, with a nod to Lucille.

"I wondered where you'd gone." His mate comes in, the puppy bound tightly to his chest, but with his hands free. "Thank you, Mama," he says, kissing Lucille on the cheek. "We'll manage from here."

"You sure?" she says, eyebrow raised at Terry.

Ah, feck it. He lunges at him, embracing him as tightly as he dares. "Don't leave me," he whispers in his ear.

"Leave you?" His mate is truly stunned. "There's someone I would want you all to meet." He turns around. "Ragazzi!"

They pile in, even little Anthony, who doesn't know what's going on, but envies the puppy her place in Mama's arms. "Sh, sh," Daniel says, untying his daughter. "This is your sister, Tony love," he says, and holds her up to Terry. "Say hi!"

Terry grabs her from him before he's even fully reached the couch where Daniel's sitting. She's exposed. She should never be exposed. He needs to up security. He - he looks at the impossibly soft face. He needs to start planning meetings. Which is strange, because no Alpha is even looking at his daughter without being pre-emptively killed. It's for the best. He -

Danny kisses his hand. "What a beauty you gave me."

Terry blinks. "I- "

"But if you touch me in the next six years I'll do a murder," Daniel chastises. "Seven puppies, Terry, and it's only litter one!"

Terry finds it in him to smile. "You're irresistible." He hands her back, so the strangely quiet brood can get a look.

"I know." He laughs. "And I know how to shoot, right, Mama?!"

[jasontoddisasorceror]

Add a D.C.A.U to this and make Danny and Jason Todd the same person. Here is my idea, Jason Todd is hiding out in Amity Park after his resurrection from the dead. He is Danny Fenton. In this case, Jason was adopted at birth by the Fentons. Only to be abducted by willis and Shilea Haywood when he was four years old. Dean are investigating him as a potential nephilim.

Danny Phantom and Supernatural crossover is the funniest idea ever to me tbh I feel like the halfas can see the true form of angels, and they have no say in the matter, but nobody fucking knows this because no halfas and angels ever interacted

[surelysilly]

Okay but cas killing phanuel and later finding out he wasnt dangerous, evil or harmful >:)

so, actually, there are three ways it could go, because to have Castiel 'kill' Phanuel, this would need to be early season Cas... stab first, ask questions later:

Phanuel's Grace is that of a Archangel, and arguably, the angel blade won't work. Castiel just stabs this undeniable abomination and it doesn't die. Phanuel is traumatized because it hurts, but no more dead than usual.

or,

Phaneul's Grace is weak enough it... works, for lack of a better term. The grace dies, but the ectoplasm saves the human soul. Suddenly the Danny Phanton theme song starts playing lol (jk) but we have a brand new, uh, weird looking halfa and the town is overrun by ghosts more so than canon, because most ghosts are freaked out by Phanuel and want nothing to do with them. But now without the Grace, what's to be afraid of. Castiel left before he sees any of that. He maybe regrets it later, once he's had a bit more exposure to humanity.

OR,

"Oh," says the abomination, inhumanly green eyes wide and scared. It paws weakly at the deep wound of its side when Castiel pulls the blade free, stumbling back a handful of steps, gaze unseeing, trembling, before repeating, "Oh."

Then it just... dies.

The light quietly leaves its eyes, the multitude of wings just visible to Castiel's eyes burning away. It feels like it takes a lifetime for it to fall, the white feathery down-like skin flaking away to ash. A body is left behind of a... human child with black hair and foggy blue eyes. He watches it for a moment longer, confused, but nothing more happens.

With a considering look at the golden blood dripping from his blade, Castiel observes as it slowly separate between red and green, sizzling as it dissipates. The blade is clean after a few moments, and he is again just left with silence.

He's just about to leave, blade stowed away, wings arching, when the body moves. Or, rather something wavers, green suddenly bubbling up from the corpse. Castiel redraws his blade, bracing, as the neon bright liquid withers and writhes, folding over and up into the air. It seems to pause, to consider, before ballooning outward sharply and then snapping back.

The thing that suddenly floats before him looks like the dead vessel, or nephilim, creature, but also like neither in a way. The similarities are there in the shape of its white hair, the three eyes, the singular wing and freckles, but not the green skin and half cape, the warrior faulds and tassets, the halo falling to pieces above its head. Castiel stiffens as it blinks, eyes bleary and unsynchronized, gaze looping around.

It lingers on the body just below it, and says in the same quiet voice, "Oh," before noticing Castiel is even there. It's gaze hardens, blazes, and with one smooth motion, draws the angel blade from it's side, wing flaring. "Did you do this?"

"...What are you?" he asks instead.

"Did. You. Do. This?" it repeats instead, drifting closer, and a vague unease fills Castiel. Something isn't right. "This... This is my haunt, how dare you hurt what is mine, scoundrel!"

The angel blade works. It kills the Grace and the human soul. All that's left is the regret and ectoplasm, that desire to protect. A newly born, powerful ghost. >:) Castiel can regret it later.

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

Danny and Jules Take on the World (Gen Alpha Skidibi Toilet Emo Nephilim Kid and the Fairy Princess WIP)

NaNoWriMo Day 0: Preptober

It was a sticky July morning in Centreville, Virginia. Jeihon was sleeping over with me, and I thought to myself: Julie, today’s the day. The day you tell her, your best friend in the whole world: the truth.

Jeihon was smacking on some gum and doing some bubble braids from a YouTube tutorial. “How do you like it, Jules?” she asked me, her sunshine, singsong voice like the birds outside Rocky Run Elementary School.

I looked over at the screen, nerves totally aflame in my stomach. The cute college girl who was doing the bubble braids to match her Taylor Swift tour outfit was tres cool. “I think you should tighten the ends, otherwise, perf.” I helped her, her thick black hair so nice. I had long, curly red hair that nana says was my “Irish pride, kissed by the fairies, you are. My Irish rose.”

But kids at school called me Jules the Jinger, and I thought it was a radical pain.

“Why do you look sick, Jules?” Jeihon asked me, slipping a candy bracelet with ‘CORNELIA STREET’ on it we just made in bubble blue and gum pink onto my wrist.

“I got my period, Jie.”

“NO WAY! Like that panda girl in Turning Red. Oh my god, you must have freaked. You’re like, the first girl in our grade to get it.”

“No way, Jeihon. I’m twelve. Lizzie and Shameka got theirs at like, ten.”

“Yeah, huh. Wow, you’re a woman. There’s probably a Sabrina Carpenter song about this. Maybe Espresso. I think that’s a woman’s song. God, I’m still eleven Jules. Okay, we have to celebrate.”

“How?”

“BOBA!”

In a few minutes, we had walked to the boba shop downtown. There were some college kids with Tamagotchis, some people playing Pokemon Go V3. I was trying to catch a Charmander.

There was this weird kid. He looked like an emo. He bumped into me, his Vans flashing with strung-up red lights on the black-and-white diamonds.

“Hey!” I said.

“Ew, a girl.”

“Shut up!”

“Sorry. I’m Dan. Daniel. What a grandpa name, right. Hey, can I buy you a boba. Dad wants me to buy you one to apologize.”

Jeihon was playing the claw machine in the corner. I eyed Dan – Daniel – and grew suspicious.

A man in a tailored fancy-looking white shirt and blond hair in some really nice haircut was reading something called The New Yorker in the corner, glasses on. He had a really pretty woman next to him who looked Lebanese like my friend Noor, or maybe Syrian. She was curvy like the Beltway, all in the right places. The man was frowning at Dan. She was smiling dotingly.

“Oh… you can read your dad’s mind. Okay, fine, I want taro and nata jelly,” I said.

The handsome old man – well, maybe he was like, thirties, but c’mon, that’s as old as Jesus – nodded in approval to Dan.

“Okay. Dad says I have bad manners. I’m trying to work on it. I’m begging him to take me to see Ronnie Radke tour with Slash and Rob Zombie.”

Daniel – Dan? – bought me the boba. He got himself a tiger sugar. Jeihon saw Lizzie and Shameka and they were playing string games like cat’s cradle and folding some paper cranes from Lizzie’s ever-present art kits.

“Ronnie whosawhat? Slash-uh?”

“Oh god, heck, you don’t know? Do you live under a rock? Only the best rock guitarist with the best metal vocalist and BEST horror film director-slash-singer. They’re playing at Jiffy Lube Live. It’s called the ‘Mother Monster Creeper’ tour.”

“I like fishing songs. Like, um, the Wellermen. I’m Irish. And Chappell Roan, Steeleye Span, the Indigo Girls, and Taylor Swift.”

Daniel scrunched up his nose. “That sounds interesting. My family is from, um, somewhere warm.”

It was then I noticed his bracelet. It had weird squiggly lines, an X and O and S’s, serpent thingies, and swirls. “Oh cool, what is that thing? A band thing? I have this one.” I showed him the ‘CORNELIA STREET’ candy.

Daniel blushed, his black hair like his mom and blue eyes like his dad scrunched in embarrassment. “Mom, um, makes me wear this. It’s a, uhhhh what is it called. Family hair a loom.”

“What’s a hair-a-loom.”

“Uh. Heirloom.”

“Are you an heir like the British royalty kids.”

“Yeah!!! Sort of. I don’t know. I can’t even figure out which boba I like.”

We sat and pulled out our Pokémon Go V3s. They were these new AI handheld immersive Pokémon games. Daniel had a Squirtle with sunglasses and a soda as his main partner, and I had Cosplay Pikachu with her mega-cute heart-shaped tail and dress.

“Nana says I’m the hair of the loom of a fairy lord. Her great-great grandpa.”

“I hate fairies. They make me sneeze.”

It was my turn to scrunch my nose. This guy was weird. “Right, as if fairies are real. That’s like when nana drinks too much Guinness and says I have the Second Sight.”

Daniel looked over at his dad, who was drinking an espresso. They had these bitter coffee drinks for my political aide dad, but mama always got sweet strawberry milk tea. And mugwort pastries – ew.

I only liked red bean…

Suddenly, I felt sick, like I was gonna hurl. Was this a cramp? But no, Daniel’s eyes were glowing RED? I freaked, swallowed hard, then, tried to pinch myself. Was I imagining things of blood loss?

Dad, can mortals with the Second Sight see the Morningstar Insigni-lasagna-thinga?

Danyeel, it’s called an Insignia. Now I want your mother’s lasagna, honey. And of course they can. But mortals with the Second Sight all died out over half a century ago, with the Spanish Influenza.

But my new human friend saw it.

You always had an overactive imagination, Danny Boy. Heh. Go back to enjoying your time making new friends, okay? Remember, we have nothing to fear from mortals. They are beneath us.

“Aren’t you a human?” I blurted.

Daniel shushed me. “Uh, not really. I think dad wants me to keep it a secret, but middle school and moving here all alone is so hard, I need like, one friend Julie Bear. You’re as squishy as a gummy bear. Heh. Just don’t tell dad. I’m shielding psychically. He can’t hear us.”

Nana’s and mama’s old stories of the fey came flooding back to me. Gacanoghs bleeding wee “lassies” dead on a barrow of love. Leanen sidhe sucking sailors dry. The redcaps with blood on their hands.

And. Red eyes.

The Unseelie.

“Are you… a Good Neighbor???” I slurped up the nata jelly and tapioca. “Do you want milk out on the stoop? I guess I do have the Second Sight. And Second Earsight.”

“I’m a bad neighbor. I always play my Gibson real loud. Dad got it to me when we moved to Earth. He’s trying to do this new thing with demon deals and humans. Easier to control and lure souls or whatevs.”

“Sounds like a Republican.”

“He’s a massive strict dictator, but he has a soft side. You know, obsessed with birds like old people. He says he can finally do a birding good year. Big year. Ginormous year. Or something here. We watched this ancient Jack Black movie about it.”

“Peaches.”

“Peaches peaches!” Daniel – Danyeel’s? – snub nose, wide mauvy blue eyes, and tannish gold skin shone. He had really massive braces, and a few pimples, and was way too skinny and tall, like his growth spurt hadn’t filled out.

“Cool, you’re the first nonhuman I met.”

“You’re my first human friend. Can you introduce me to peeps on my first day of school tomorrow?”

“Uh, you promise you��re not a – you know. Kin of the Air. Under the barrow.”

“I hate fairies, dude. Ick. Allergies. I’m a demon. The hair of loom of demons. Danyeel Morningstar.”

“Like Morningstar Farms food stuff. Mama likes that. And Stroopwaffels.”

We were battling our Sunglasses Squirtle and Cosplay Pikachu on Pokemon Go V3.

“No, like, you know…” Daniel – Dan – Danyeel – Dan Dynamite – leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Lucifer and Lilith are my mom.”

“I renounced Catholicism when they said I couldn’t be Pope when I asked in Sunday School in the third grade. I think your dad is the good guy. Women shouldn’t have to labor and be fruitful and multiply. Apples are tasty, and we’d be slaves to God or whatever.”

His Squirtle won. “Yeah! Eh, Michael is my uncle and godfather. I think everyone gets along. It’s all about politics and neutrality and decorationum. Décor-yum?”

“Your dad seems to use a lot of good big words.”

“Mom’s Queen of Hell. Dad kind of just works for her.”

“Like Madame President and the First Husband?”

“Maybe. Want mooncakes? They make them year-round here, the old lady cashier said.”

“Okay.”

Dan came over later that night when I was looking for four leaf clovers in Cub Run Stream Valley. Nana refused to go there on account of a rain owl who had appeared one day apparently being an “accursed changeling, my wee lass.”

I liked the owls, snakes, and ducks.

“I didn’t know you liked the woods.”

“I like trying poisonous mushrooms. Demons can eat rocks, minerals, poison, toxins. Uncle Asmo likes Radithor with candied violets. Mama puts radium in her tea. It helps demon digestion.”

I made him a quick dandelion bracelet. “You know, Dan Dynamite, it’s a lot today. I always knew there were fairies, but demons? Huh. I don’t think I’m scared of demons. Do you cut mince pies from children’s thighs with which to feed the fairies? Like Mad Maudlin and the Boys of Bedlam?”

Dan and I laid down and cloud-gazed. “I like your ideas, Jules Bear, but you’re kind of weird. We don’t touch humans until they’re like, old enough and mature enough to do demon deals. And it’s not souls we take, just ideas – demons are inspired to create things along with humans, like music. How do you think rock was made?”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

Dan blew a dandelion pod. It got on my face.

I sneezed. He laughed. “Sorry. And your hair is really red. Like my real eyes. Everyone hates fairies. They’re evil hicks. Well, some are pretty and nice. But I guess they are not as bad as goblins. Sometimes thirteen-year-olds go on the Geocities Satanist 90s website that are somehow, like, still there or whatever, and summon my dad’s underlings. Then the girls ask for nail polish or Chappell Roan tickets, or sometimes, a twenty-three-year-old lonely girl asks for a friend or boyfriend. Dad tends to send those desperate girls shadow demons in gray sweatpants. It’s like, their uniform. They are incubi.”

“What’s an incubi?”

“Mom is a succubus. Daddy’s a fallen angel. I don’t know. They won’t tell me most grown-up secret things. I don’t even know how I’ll save up enough Hell Dollars to buy Falling in Reverse tickets. Everything in Hell is taxed at 99.9% to encourage black market operations in Asmodeus’ gambling dens and crap with blood at the bar-margarine.”

“Bargain?”

“I don’t know. Dad taxes my allowances. He makes me file things. It’s sorted by decades – he says the Baby Boomers died of over-indulgence. I don’t know what that means. Hell kind of is like, uh, a waiting room for bad souls to learn lessons. Then, they can move on to happier pastures. Well, mom says so.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad. Is Hell at least clean?”

“Yeah, dad’s a real hardbutt for that. And mom runs Hell as tight as an ironclad ship. Wants Hell to be as pretty as the Silver City Uncle Michael runs.”

We arm wrestled. Daniel won. I won the second time.

“You’re strong. I want Taylor tickets.”

“Not even Lamia my best friend in hell can get Taylor tix. And her dad is Mammon. He’s like, the richest King in Hell.”

“Oh. Well, I guess I’ll have no luck. Dan, what’s it like being a demon?”

“Uh, wanna see my wings, tail, and horns?”

“Eh, sure.”

“He just looks like a boy made of snips, snails, and puppy dog tails. Like a guy who does pranks on MicTok.”

“Nah, Jie, he’s a demon.”

“Prove it!”

“He eats rocks. And mushrooms.”

“Salt is a rock. I eat salt,” Jeihon countered as we played Go Fish at lunch. “And I eat a lot of chanterelles. Dad is a forager.”

“That sounds fancy.”

“So, am I a demon?”

“Jeihon, god, no!”

“Can I, uh, sit with you?” Dan said, coming over, blushing and nervous. “Um, can we be friends? So far, Jules is my only friend here.”

“That depends. Name Taylor’s best album.” Jeihon scooted over anyway and motioned for Dan to sit. I rolled my eyes.

“Jie, go easy on him. He’s a guy. They’re not really into this stuff besides ‘Evermore’ and ‘Folklore.’”

“I like ‘Red’,” Dan said. “I listened to it. Taylor’s Version. Mom plays it all the time, actually, I realized. I asked her what one song was about, and momma Lil cursed and said that mustard John Mayer.”

“Why would she call Taylor’s toxic abusive ex a mustard?”

“I think that word is supposed to start with a B, Dan Bear,” I said gently.

“Sorry, my ram’s horns make it hard to hear sometimes.”

We pulled out our lunches. Danyeel had shwarama and little German sausages and a pack of red cabbage. I had leftover blood pudding, roast carrots, and a bowl of Irish stew. Mom liked to make lots of stuff with potatoes. Jeihon had some Choong Man Korean fried chicken.

“I BROUGHT ENOUGH TO SHARE!” Jeihon said. “Dad owns one of the franchise restaurants, Dan. And I hate Irish food unless it’s like, a Cornish pasty or haggis. So I can’t steal Jules’ lunch.”

“Hey, Jules the Ginger, Eating Blood for Dinner!” Raul my bully called.

I stuck out my tongue. “You wish your mom packed your lunch.”

Suddenly, a snake appeared on Raul, strangling him. It had rainbow scales.

I freaked. Only I could see it, it seemed. Second Sight. Raul was choking, but didn’t know what was going on!

I looked over at Danyeel. His eyes were burning red, and his tail, wings, and horns poked through, alongside a bloody industrial halo, like something from one of dad’s Rammstein albums.

“Psst, Dan. Stop. You can’t curse people at school. That makes you no better than an Unseelie.”

Dan’s concentration broke, and the snake disappeared, Raul gasping for air. “Hey, I’m not a seal! I’m a hippo! I like hippos! And elephants! I am not wet! I don’t like taking baths, I’d rather be covered in dirt like the crust punks that built the scene!”

“You’re odd, Dan. What scene? What crust, like pizza?” Jeihon asked, scrolling on Sinstagram.

“Unseelie! Not a seal! Yeah, he’s weird, Jie.”

“Well, he did something freaky to Raul. Okay, Dan, you can be a demon if you want. But you need to work on your spelling.”

“I can only really read Enochian.” Danyeel pulled out a yo yo and did tricks.

“Ooo!” Jeihon said.

He balanced the string on his nose and did a yo yo backflip.

“Yeah, you’re right Jules,” Jeihon whispered, her black pearl eyes sparkling prettily. “Only a demon would be cool enough to do yo yo tricks.”

We were in math class, working on equations. Dan was scribbling in strange patterns on his practice sheet.

He showed it to me. It had a bunch of things that looked like Lucky Charms, but more sinister.

“Is this right?” Daniel asked.

I pursed my lips. “Hmm, no. But the circles look like zeroes, sort of. Do you know normal math?”

“Only glossolia from Hildegard Von Bingen. It’s how my Uncle Beelzebub taught me, here,” Dan said, winking and looking sneaky. He folded the paper in half, a portal opened with red flaming stuff, and he reached into the middle of the bent paper to pull out Popeye’s chicken. “Math is reality. Demons and angels are just physics with personality. I’m the demon of dark matter. I store a lot of snacks in dark matter. Mom took me to this realllllly good restaurant, Popeye’s, by the Korean coffeeshop and her nail salon in Centreville, and oh man, fried chicken. Oh man oh man.”

The teacher was snoozing. Mr. Laneyson always fell asleep. He was like, 85, and had an old man’s alertness. He always just gave us our homework early halfway through, then dozed. Most of our schoolwork was digital, on the Smartboard, but he did everything paper. It was catching on. Loose schooling – unattaching Gen Alpha kids from being too digital. We were in Gifted and Talented, so things were a bit different, if you catch my drift.

But not as different as summoning Popeyes from your math homework.

“Dark matter sounds useful. Teach me. And give me chicken, please, Dan Dynamite.”

“It’s really spicy, Jules Bear. Can you teach me math, then I’ll always feed you Popeyes? Uncle Ahriman taught me noetic shielding and summoning, so I can block anyone’s perception, even my massive narc dad.”

I munched on the chicken. Mmmmmm! “So we can sneak snacks, and no one notices? I don’t want Jeihon to be in on this, dude. I want you to be my best guy friend. Jeihon is my best girl friend. Emos are okay. I like coquette and cottagecore. Jeihon is like, kinda artsy, I’m kind of cutesy, and you can be the edge of the group. We can make a Pinterest board and Pokemon Go V3 team to match the aesthetic. Girls on MicTok talk about “aesthetic” a lot. And BookTok. Hmmmm.”

“Okay, I’ll use dark matter only for you, and try to teach you – but your fairy blood is pretty faint. It will take a stroke of luck, for you to use noetics, I mean, it’s pretty basic, but I’m not thattttt talented, and I’m only like, twelve.”

“I’m twelve too.”

“Yeah, and fairy magick is elemental and magick. Mine is blood, math, quantum mechanics, and prototime. Well, dad likes crystals, and mom is a kitchen witch.”

“My mom gets grumpy in the kitchen too.”

Recess came. Jeihon had ditched us to hang with Shameka and Jessie. They were playing with some battle tops called Girlslash. They were supposed to be this girl-centered revamp on dad’s collection of Beyblades. Sometimes, dad got really stressed at work on Capitol Hill – he called it Capitol Hell – so he’d come home, set up his Beyblades and this tabletop nerd thingy called Warhammer 40k where he painted dorky space soldiers, blasted Disturbed (an old dad band, ick), and made the Beyblades take down the space soldiers.

Mom hated it.

“Hey, Dan, wanna see my Girlslashes? I have a She-Ra, Catra, and Glimmer one.”

“He-Man and Teela and Skeletor are my faves, do you have those?”

“Sure. BY THE POWER OF ETERNIA.”

“I HAVE THE POWER.”

I had pulled them out of my backpack right away, and we were battling the tops with their magnetic points on the blacktop of the basketball court – Girlslashes were meant to be used on sidewalks and stuff – and letting the ripcords go.

“Check your phone, the GirlHash app. It tells you your battle stats. They have little chips in them, and the heroes move and do tricks and stuff.”

We loaded them on their phones.

“Sick, I unlocked Skeletor XP 1,000 and the Castle of Grayskull Diamond Candies!!!” Dan said.

I felt blue, like Taylor driving away from Taylor Lautner in December. “Umm… I lost.”

Tears dotted my eyes. I hated losing.

Danyeel patted my shoulder. “It’s okay, Julie. You won at Toy Story Uno.”

I warmed. “Heh, yeah. Hey, can we see if I’m magick? Like the Popeyes thing you did last period.”

Danyeel brightened, we put my Girlslashes in my backpack, then we went inside for Language Arts. “No time left, time for school! I’ll show you at the park tonight, okay? Then mom and dad want you over for dinner.”

[the-firebird69]

We have a few things to talk about

-bja is gearing up to try a major strike on the Midwest from below and topside and said we angered him

-we are countering and we're sending troops in now and we're quoting what he's trying and we're going to stop his troops and ships from entering permanently any ships or troops that are there now we're going after Mac Daddy too is doing it out there just trying to profit by it but he's not and we're all preparing for a strike on them in the west to get rid of them more of them will go out there and get rid of these morons forever that's what's happening right now they're also attacking each other they're going after the nephilim and they're not permitted to go anywhere else and tons of them are out there at the Grand canyon in Mac is soon going to start attacking them and it will turn into a war in the West it's going to happen shortly and the clones are going to be wiped out and saw them warlock we anticipate they're going to lose half their people out there today or more and they'll refill and we think they only have one refill maybe one and a half they declared war on us yesterday again in several ways and we're going to take them down right now we are circling their hovels in Florida and all over the United States and world daytime or night time and we're going after their ships at sea we're not going to allow them to come out of Australia anymore or anywhere else and we're going to confiscate them so you can make fun of us all you want bja but if you try and bother our son or attack him we're going to kill you

Thor Freya

I hear what you're saying and I'm putting a bounty on your head bja

Zues

And on the rest of your clan for the idiotic rants and talk even though that wasn't Jason and my husband's making fun of him he's trying to say it was so we're going to put a bounty on him we're going to attack Tallahassee and take him down

Hera

Nothing but a useless pile of f***** and I should have figured it out years ago and he's been telling me and screaming at me they're completely useless they don't know s*** from s*** and sit there and try and starts fights and do useless s*** like they were in One flew over the cuckoo's nest in the future that short little prick almost ruined it for everybody and I do see him too he's a f****** loser Danny DeVito hates him

Mac

So I became a little short and I'm not stupid and that guy has to go and I didn't see what you mean they think that they did it and they're idiots

Danny DeVito

My son always says it what they're doing is very dumb and our daughter because they killed each other and attacked each other and they're still doing it so we're going to use it he's right too if you take an area out out of somebody out west they try and fill it in I'm going to take another area down

Olympus

We really need stuff that's there PGA no hard feelings but I happen to like getting rid of you because you're a schmuck and an a****** to me and a waste of time you in the future would be ridiculous what you would do and I don't really feel like doing any work for you or your people at all because of what you're doing and Trump so congratulations not only did you get all your bases destroyed in areas now you're getting wherever you hide

Zues

You're responsible for that and your people should hold you to it and should have you on trial they were suggesting it because it's going to keep going like this idiocy if you don't go on trial you put Trump on trial

Hera

[skylar-is-your-light]

Skylar watched with some amusement at how Atti seemed to melt Hektor's stoicness. It didn't go unnoticed that the elder fae hadn't pushed him away. And as Atti lit up, talking to him. Skylar found himself charmed by the encounter.

The novelty of the moment was lost however, once Atti had left the room and Hektor had told him about the nephilm Malachi attacked. "But why would he..." He trailed off. Because it didn't make sense to Skylar that Malachi would risk angering the nephilim. No matter how unpredictable he was currently. The stiffness in his shoulders eased as Hektor explained that the nephilim would be okay. But it did strike him as odd that Cassie would be the one to heal him. And not another nephilim. "Just one nephilim?" He asked, still trying to piece everything together.

He took a little breath as Hektor explained he'd been heading for Helenus. "He's been to see Danny, David and Joel as well. He said softly. "He's behaving so erratically. As if he's got nothing to lose." And then it occured to Skylar that he hadn't. Malachi had been thrust from the Faerie Court. And his new flame had been taken from him by David and Magnus. "He's not going to stop is he?" He asked as fear gripped his heart. "Not until..."

Hektor froze when the younger fae hugged him, not at all sure what to do with the unexpected hug. He didn't try to stop him though, so just sort of stood there and took it. After all he wasn't against hugs as a rule. Or against the fae now giving him one. He gave Skylar a tight lipped smile over the top of the other faes head.

He listened to the fae's chatter. At least he didn't seem too unsettled by everything going on. When he left the room, Hektor moved further into it. He leaned against the desk he'd set the food bags on.

Skylar's questions brought a grim look to his face. He didn't want to tell him really but he had a right to know. He also oddly felt like he was spilling his brothers secrets by doing so. But it couldn't really be helped and Helenus would understand. Though maybe he didn't need to give all the details. "He has," he started, hating that he was confirming the worry on Skylar's face. "A nephilim. But it was close to the bookshop so Helenus got there pretty quickly. When he left Cassie was able to heal the nephilim. Apparently he'll need some rest but he's ok," he said, hoping to get the bad news and the reassuring news all out together. "It seems he was on his way to confront Helenus,"

[burdenedwithfaith]

✟ Faceclaim: Danny Zovatto as Father Esquibel✟

-✟"I can only have FAITH that I did the right thing."✟-

Independent, semi-selective RP blog for John Ward, Lisa Pearson, and Father Garcia from FAITH: The Unholy Trinity.

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Multifandom and OC friendly

18+ topics, discretion advised

15+ years rp experience (though absent from tumblr for 5 years)

Actively looking for new partners!

Worshipped by Prince

A study in: Losing an regaining faith in the divine and oneself, childhood trauma, learning to be human, battling one's demons both literal and figurative, "just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean it's not real", walking the line between messiah and antichrist, more than human yet somehow not quite human, searching for the truth, "God loves you but not enough to save you".

Happy to interact with most characters, but prefer: Angelic/Demonic/Monstrous characters, Other priests/members of the church, The penitent/confessing sinners, "Unholy" characters (vampires, Nephilim etc.), People who are "lost souls"/needing guidance, Hierophiles (😈), Modern supernatural, Paranormal investigators.

[superphantom]

Superphantom Saturdays #17

Good afternoon and happy Derby Day everyone! For those who don’t care about horse racing happy Saturday I guess. Kidding, kidding, seriously, I’m happy to have yall here, because today I have the honor of presenting:

“Nephilim” by @casseiopeiaahh 

(here on ffn)

It’s an au in which Danny, as the title suggests, is half angel instead of half ghost, which I think is honestly a genius way to translate halfas into the spn universe. This fic is funny above all else, just so much fun to read, but still has twists and a few heartbreaking moments. Make sure to mind the tags, is what I’m saying. It’s written like a friend telling a story, very much Danny’s thoughts and the syntax is very much how he’d put things, so I thought that was really neat. I know first person POV can scare people off, but at least read the first chapter, if it hasn’t hooked you by then I don’t know what will.  

Go ahead and go follow the author on tumblr, ao3, and ffn. Dunno how active they are on the fandom scene anymore, but she’s got a bunch of fics published for DP, and some for tma, spn, wtnv, and hannibal that you should check out! Or just follow her tumblr, I scrolled through it some this morning and it’s a pretty solid blog, lotta good posts. 

And, of course, please remember to leave a review!!! Whether the story is 5 years old or 5 hours, feedback is the best and easiest thing you can give to your favorite authors! Let them know what you think, it only takes a second to make someone’s day. 

If you’d like to be featured on a future Superphantom Saturday, have posts, fics, art, ideas, or anything else you’d like to share, please feel free to contact me! I believe anon asks should be turned on now if you’re shy, dunno why they were off in the first place, but my dms are still always open. Thank you so much for reading, have a lovely evening, stay safe, and bet on the 17 horse.