#nighttime story

[itzxz]

When I was little my mom would always tell me the story of “the child of all souls” and I loved it so much.

The story starts with the tale of a young child(she never specified if it was a boy or girl) and its life, how he faced tragedy after tragedy but always kept his hope up. That hope hope helped fight after fight no matter what. This all came from seeing other entities, he saw himself within their souls, it felt connected them like these beings were more than just strangers.

Sadly as one the day it’s young life was cut short, being called into the upper heavens. The child would wake up next a magical being, the one to choose destiny.

The divine being tells it about its destiny the one he choose for it, long before he was born.

The child wasn’t a normal human being, it was born with the souls of all alive, from animals to unknown creatures, anything that had soul it had a part of. That was why it saw himself within the others.

As the child accepted its role as the destined “Child of all soul’s” its form would change into something undefinable but so beautiful.

It leads the souls who found their end to peace where they can rest, while the souls whose life were cut short like its help to new life, a new chance.

Sometimes it walks between us, it lives within our world but no one can truly tell, the beings see it as what they love, most children seeing their favorite pet or animal. Adults resembling loved ones they miss. But this changes for everyone and everything.

The most beautiful part of the it’s being was his soul, it was a part of everyone, it could be everyone. Not belonging to specific group people could see themselves just like it does within their souls, a bond so strong nothing can break it.

That was the story, I loved the ending how it explained that no matter who you are, you can feel represented within it cause it had a piece of all souls, a piece of everything.

My mom would make up stories of it meeting old souls or helping lost children, it was always so sweet, I can say without a doubt that hearing these stories is what kept me from seeing nightmares.

I would like to say that this story shouldn’t be connected with any kind of religion or anything like that, as my mom would always explain that the lack or religions in the story is what made it for everyone, the child of all souls or chooser of destiny aren’t religious figures or don’t come from a religion, it’s independent story not relating to anything outside of it.

[bukabedtimestory]

Bedtime story for toddles and babies

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Danny was waiting when Dick came home. "Welcome home, Dick."

He runned the back of his neck nervously, slipping the window closed behind him. "Hey, Danny."

There was a long moment of silence, Dick standing in front of the closed window and Danny sitting on the couch. Danny took a sip of the tea he was holding before setting the mug down on the coffee table with a click. "So," he leveled a small glare at the vigilante, "you gonna apologise to Tim?"

"Who?" Dick blinked.

"The kid you yelled at and then left standing in your apartment as you went out as Nightwing for exactly two hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-two seconds longer than your new schedule allows."

He cringed back. "Listen, kid-"

"No, you're listening to me, so shut up and sit down." He did, dropping right to the floor. "I don't know what the hell happened between you and Batman, but you don't get to take it out on the people around you, especially not the kid that just trying to help."

"Dan-"

"What did I just say?" He sighed. "Look. I get it. You're grieving, both you and Batman are, but that doesn't excuse your behavior. It doesn't excuse Batman's behavior, either, so don't think that's what I'm saying."

Dick carefully pulled his domino mask off. "What do you want me to do?"

"Several things." Danny stood and walked into the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with Dick's first aid kit. "First, though, you're gonna let me patch you up. Then, you're gonna use my phone and apologise to Tim. After that, you eat and go to bed; You have work in a few hours."

Knowing he wasn't going to be getting out of this, Dick started to take his suit off. He slipped his arms out of the sleeves and let Danny treat the bruises on his arms and hands. Not much damage that night. He'd only encountered a few petty crimes so it had been quiet.

Without another word shared between them, Danny left to put the first aid kit away before making a quick snack for Dick while he went to change. It'd only been about a week, but they'd fallen into an easy routine.

Dick was quick to change and eat, falling asleep nearly ten minutes after he laid down.

***

Danny made sure Dick was asleep before he left the apartment as Phantom. He'd learned, during his two weeks of not-stalking, that a some criminals hung back until Nightwing had turned in before they came out to play. Phantom was going out for an extra two hours each night to remedy this. Though, he made sure no one ever spotted him before or after he knocked people out. Invisibility was hand like that.

Sure, he didn't have all that much experience as a vigilante, but he'd been traveling for four weeks before stopping. The first lesson he learned was that he needed to learn fast. He was wasn't a genius like the rest of his family, but he picked up on things really fast. Fighting had been one of those things. Though, the lessons from his mom when he was a kid also helped a lot.

Staying invisible was easy, so was intangibility and flight. The three together made stealth easier than if he didn't have them. Though, he did make sure to practice his stealth without them, too. Being caught unawares or without his powers would be disastrous and he was going to do everything he could to mitigate the risk.

Blockbuster, Phantom had learned, was the reason Dick had stayed in Bludhaven. He was also the ringleader of the organised crime in the city. Apparently, he's the second of the Blockbuster name? The giant of a man had his hands everywhere; The Bludhaven Police, as well as the underbellies of New York, Metropolis, and Gotham. With eyes and ears everywhere, not a lot got passed him, which is likely why Nightwing was having trouble getting the crime rates down. So, Danny Phantom was going to help.

He'd heard the name Oracle from both Nightwing and Blockbuster's goons, so Phantom assumed whoever that was was on his side. Unluckily, though, they were now a target. He just needed to get a hold of them without letting them find him.

Phantom had heard the information from several goons since he'd started going out, but he didn't know if Nightwing knew or not. Though, he didn't know how to pass on the information. How could he tell Dick what he knows without letting slip that he'd been going out? Dick would call him a hypocrite and would fall back into his passively suicidal schedule. Danny's not a hypocrite! He just runs on a separate schedule. A schedule that Dick might not like, but one that works for Danny.

The intel Phantom was working with tonight was about some of Dick's coworkers. He knew the corruption in the Bludhaven and Gotham City Police Departments ran thick and deep, so he wasn't really surprised to find out that Detective Soames and Chief Redhorn ran with the less than pleasant people that made their homes and bases in Bludhaven.

Dick knew this, too, which is why he became an officer in the first place.

According to the goons Phantom had spied on, Detective Soames was involved in a drug ring that was doing deliveries tonight. It was timed to be after Nightwing had turned in for the night so that he wouldn't be able to bust it. It was a smart move on the ringleader's part, to have his goons out only after Nightwing was done for the night.

That was the next thing he was going to have to work on with Nightwing. He couldn't have a discernible pattern without someone with him to cover. Honestly, Batman should know better, too. Maybe he'll pass it on to Tim?

While on the road, Danny had learned that his powers were still developing. One of which was a kind of sixth sense. It worked somewhere between hearing and a spider's ability to feel vibrations in the air and webs. He didn't know is reach on it yet, but he was able to cover half of Bludhaven from where the ability currently sat, so he was going to work with that limit for now.

The warehouse he was staking out was where he'd heard goons talk about for nearly a week. They had been careless, assuming that there was no one out to catch them, but it worked in Phantom's favor. It was mostly empty, save for a few homeless squatters looking for some shelter, and was otherwise undisturbed.

Phantom didn't believe it for a second.

He was also going to laugh in Tim's face if the goons in Bludhaven were smarter than the goons in Gotham.

Right on time, just as the clock turned over into the Witching Hour, the homeless people sheltered in the warehouse stood up and met in the center of the building. Together, and armed, they waited for exactly five minutes. Then, the back doors to the building opened and Detective Soames walsted in.

"Gentlemen," the detective greeted with a sneer, "Lady. Do you have what I came here for?"

"Do we look like idiots?" the lady of the group scoffed, "Of course we have it."

"Well, I don't see it," Soames frowned, "Where is it?"

The dirty blond to the woman's right was the next to speak. "Hidden in the walls."

Soames' frown deepened into a scowl. "The hell is it in there for?"

The only other person of the group, a brown haired man, said, "There's rumors goin' 'round about a Spook. Comes out when Nightwing turns in."

Well, well, well. Looks like Phantom's gaining a reputation.

"You believe in ghost stories now?" Detective Soames sneered, "Get my delivery, now."

The three scuttled off the the wall just under where Phantom was hiding in the rafters. He timed ten minutes before they walked back upto Soames with two bricks of cocaine each.

"You're short."

"This is the agreed upon amount." the lady argued.

Soames' expression twisted into something cruel. "Did I forget to tell you? Tsk. Shame." In a quick and fluid movement, he whipped a pistol from his inner pocket and shot the woman and then the blond. He picked up the bricks, tucking them under his arm before taking the last two from the brunet. "I cannot build an empire without a few casualties, right?"

The man gulped, eyeing the gun. "Y-yes, sir."

Soames hummed. "The sands of Egypt were dyed red with blood. The roads of Rome are the same." He turned away from the man. "Twelve bricks in two weeks. You'll have a location shortly."

Phantom watched the detective leave with a frown. So that was the deal, huh? He didn't know too much about Bludhaven's criminals yet, but he was fairly certain that a man like Blockbuster won't like someone trying this shit under his nose.

He was quick to leave the warehouse after that, doing a quick loop of the city - focused mostly on Sin Central and The Spine - before flying back to Dick's apartment. He wrote down everything from the night, complete with drawings of everyone of note that he saw. He'd pass it to Nightwing as soon as he needed to. For now, though, it remained his cases alone.

Part 8 Part 10

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5/05🎸

[alienssstufff]

The Tale of Limecicle (By Tio BBH and Tio Charlie)

[milf-semen-666]

The slightly unsettling vibe I bring to the function

[spacetime-storytime]

they were so funny for this

[theosconfessions]

whyy did it take me so long to install this mod? i am all over here in a puddle of drool watching these twoooooo.

@ohsosims

[bobokitty]

I fucking love unreliable narrators in stories. It's gotta be one of my favorite things.

I once had an idea for a story long ago that about a crumbling nation and the king's assassination, but told through the perspective of like, 13 or 14 different characters who were there that day. Each character would have a different view on the events and would even completely contradict other tellings, and through all their accounts, the reader would piece together what actually happened. Oh, and each pov would be in a different art style that fit each character's personality. Obviously this was WAY too big of an undertaking for me, and I ended up repurposing characters for other stories ahaha.

In my foggy recollection, I FEEL like there are already stories out there that have done this. I wouldn't call it unique (no idea is; everything has been done and will be done and it's all about your own personal flare). Still, would be so cool to see done in animation or comic form. Hell, even live action if they really push the bar on styles and genres. Which, again, has to have been done already. I feel like I've seen it before. And if so, I want more.

[buka-bedtime-wonders1]

Goodnight Dinosaurs #bedtimestories #learnanimals #bedtimestoriesforbab...

[partlysunny15]

When the fic is updated but it’s been so long so now you get to reread the whole thing like it’s new 😙

[devine-acension-831]

[eff-ston3m]

It’s been getting worse

[eff-ston3mblogs]

happening, happened

[dreamlandiasims]

Run fast, don't stand in the sun

There's too much work to be done

You're down, you're down, you're down

You're down and out of this world

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[alarm blaring]

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Jill: GO GO GO THEY’RE COMING!

Frankie: Erwin come on!

Erwin: Whoa whoa wait up!

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Frankie: [panting] Did we lose them?

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Frankie: Ah, shit, look, uh, I’m sorry for yelling. Erwin, what do we do?

Erwin: Well we can’t just leave her here…

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Frankie: … Fine. But if anything happens she’s your responsibility.

Erwin: Deal.

Frankie: Come on, uh—what’s your name?

Jill: I’m Jill! Jill Smith.