#oc: kade

[rivzaix]

after finally settling in the new house, kade is back in the studio to record his album. however, his producer thorne, just doesn't know when to stop (free kade)

started posting kade's story on twitter, but i wanna start posting here! i'll post character sheets about everyone soon!

the move | 2. mini vacay | 3. in the new house | 4. back in the studio

[makewavesandwar]

blushing giggling kicking my feet (Astarion just fed on my Tav [Kade] for the first time)

[wishing-well-art]

Some oc sketches of my girl

the baseball gal

[taocc-refs]

Kade

Character: Kade @kades-arcade Height: 7'4 Additional Notes: N/A Art Credits: Art by Feiar

[jellymellydraws]

KD Aura

[lungsandlips]

who: kade conroy. actor, asshole. what: just a little alone time open to: m/f/nb/idc

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Getting time to be all by himself is so rare that Kade always takes advantage of it. Even now when he knows there's probably somewhere else he's supposed to be or something else he's supposed to be doing the fact that he's alone is enough to let him forget all about it. Alone is enough to have him panting heavy, biting back little gasps. It shouldn't feel so good but it does, doesn't matter that he could easily be having someone else do this for him. Then suddenly he hears it, someone else, somewhere near and he's a little mad but not enough for him to stop.

"Fuck," he groaned. "If you're going to pretend you're not watching at least be quiet."

[frosty-tian]

“Enjoying the fresh air, Emmy?”

“Kade, I don’t think she can speak yet.”

(Been a hot minute. Fun-fact: Ember’s smaller than average even for a hybrid, and only grew into a more ‘normal’ size when she turned ‘16’.)

(Oh, of course, tagging @windydrawallday and @azula-nyx!)

[ak319]

Yan G!P Princess x fem reader

Part: VI ➺ Part V

your name is Deniz here

(Your POV)

It’s my wedding day, and yet, I’m the only one who isn’t happy--the new princess. This morning passed in a haze, with so many people around me, preparing me. My mind, however, was fixated on just one thing: getting out of here and meeting my parents. These past two months have been agonising without them, even though I’ve lived alone before. The attendants chattered among themselves, and I couldn’t help but overhear them talking about the crowd gathered outside the palace. I don’t blame the people, of course. It’s not their fault for rejoicing and sending gifts. I would’ve probably fainted from receiving such overwhelming love on any other occasion.

Every moment felt like torture. For the sake of my reputation, I forced a small smile as they sat me in the carriage on the way to the ceremony. That stupid royal and media etiquette finally came in handy, didn’t it, Kade? But I still managed to keep a solemn expression throughout the ceremony, not giving a damn after the vows and when the crown was placed on my head. And thank God, she only kissed me on the forehead, which shocked me considering Kade could have easily taken advantage of the opportunity. Want to know the worst part? Kade’s dreams had come true. For her, it was the happiest day, she got the girl and even had Reece as her best woman. Yay, so happy for her.

"You are not doing that! I swear, if you even invite her, let alone make her your best woman, I’m seriously going to jump off something!" It’s not because I still have feelings for Reece, I just can’t stand the thought of giving those two women the satisfaction of their childhood pact coming true.

"Deniz, love. It's just a day, and you know she's my best friend--"

"NO! You have other friends! Why are you doing this?" My voice cracked, the shriek echoing in the room, but Kade remained calm, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of frustration.

"Look, Deniz," she said, her voice steady, "she's going to be my best woman, and you have to accept it."

"WHY?!"

"BECAUSE IT'S MY WEDDING, AND I GET TO CHOOSE!" Her voice rose, the authority behind it unmistakable.

"WOW! Fuck you to the moon and back! You are such a hypocrite bastard! YOU GET TO CHOOSE EVERYTHING, YET I DON’T, NOT EVEN THE PERSON I’M FUCKING MARRYING!" My chest heaved with anger, my words dripping with bitterness.

Before I could even process what was happening, Kade stormed towards me, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. She grabbed my arms tightly, her grip firm yet trembling, her breath hot against my face as her composure finally cracked.

"Listen to me," she hissed, her voice low but full of authority. "She will come to the wedding and be my best woman, and that's final. Why are you so worked up about it? Do you still feel something for her?" I struggled in her grip, but she held on tight, her eyes locked on mine, clearly waiting for me to back down.

"No, you listen to me! Don't turn this on me. I am not like you, obsessing over my childhood crushes," I shot back, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "I know exactly why you're doing this. You're just doing it to piss me off, for your satisfaction, to make me suffer!. Don’t act so innocent. I can see through all your craziness now! You are just--trying to rub it in my face or--I don't know-- hers too?! I don't fucking know at this poi-".

"So what if I am, huh? What if I want to?" She took a step closer, her face inches from mine, and the dark look in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine, her grip now borderline painful "Yes, you’re right. I am doing this for mere satisfaction, and I can do it since I deserve to, after everything I’ve gone through to make this wedding happen." Her words dripped with a mix of bitterness and triumph, and for the millionth time, I felt truly cornered by the person I was about to marry.

"I think it was very easy for you. Kidnapping, blackmailing, stalking--aww, the princess really worked hard, didn’t she?" My mocking, baby-like tone made the frustration flare in her eyes as she closed them for a moment, trying to keep her composure.

"Tsk. Well, you know what? Fine, do whatever the fuck you want. It’s not like I’m getting married. This is a funeral for me. A fucking funeral."

"Don’t say that. Take that back."

"Over my dead body," my voice was sharper now as I shoved her chest with all my might, breaking free from her hold.

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After the "funeral," I was sinking into a whole new level of dread and anxiety. I’m officially this bastard's wife, which means enduring the presence of her every day for the rest of my life, even having her last name, which was a royal tradition. Right now, we were riding back to the palace, flanked by people on both sides of the road. Some held banners with congratulatory messages, while others brandished phones, cameras, or flowers.

Kade sat beside me, her grip on my hand relentless despite my attempts to claw or pull it away. Her thumb rested possessively over the blue diamond ring, a constant reminder of my new reality. All I wanted was to reunite with my parents, who I hoped were already at the palace. My mother seemed a bit happier than my father, but he was almost the same as the last time I saw him. Even as they shed tears among the guests, I knew their emotions weren’t of joy but of the misery they felt for me.

"They love you, clearly," Kade chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"I think they would have the same reaction for anyone at a royal wedding. It’s just the generational monarchism trauma speaking," I retorted. Her laughter grew, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust, keeping my eyes fixed on the bustling scene outside.

"You’re such a buzzkill," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "Or maybe they just love you as they should. But never more than me." She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "You look so heavenly, absolutely bewitching. Well, you always have been, but as my wife and a princess, I can’t stop looking at you."

"As you can see, I’m really not in the mood to talk or even look at you," I snapped. I doubted I’d ever be.

"Oh, so cruel. But I still love you. Never forget that." She pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles and the ring, her gaze unwavering. "Ever. I won’t let you."

"Kade, I am serious. I’m really overwhelmed right now--"

"Shhh, relax. It's normal to feel nervous on your wedding day, especially when it's a public event being broadcasted all over the world," she soothed, her hand squeezing mine reassuringly. Her words only make it worse.

"SHUT UP! God-"

"Hey? Deniz?!" Kade rubbed my back soothingly. "Okay, okay, I’m here. Calm down. Deep breaths, deep breaths." She pressed the button to open the partition and asked the driver to lower the window, which helped me calm down a bit as she finally fell silent.

"I don’t want to be on camera again."

"Deniz, just this last time with the family on the balcony, and it’s over. I promise. Just one wave and you're done."

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we’ll delay it. We’ll have lunch first, then the shot. I'll call Father and inform him right now, love. Just keep breathing."

God, it’s all her fault. All of it. Two months isn’t enough for me to process anything. I was still hoping for some miracle to happen, for me to escape this wedding, this life.

Once we reached the palace, I slumped onto the sofa with my head in my hands.

"Um, Hilda, is it? Can you please fetch some chamomile tea in two cups? Hurry. Chop chop." Kade sat down beside me as I heard the door close, though the distant murmur of the family and staff outside could still be heard.

"If it weren't for the protocol, I would have definitely let you rest, especially with our flight to catch, but Father--"

"No, Kade, no." I forced a smile, a brittle facade masking my exhaustion and rage. "You absolutely don’t have to do anything. Anything that goes against your wishes and your sickening dreams, right? As long as you get to enjoy this wedding, everything is fine." My words cut through the air with a sharpness as I very much intended, and I could see the hurt flicker in her eyes and damn, the satisfaction I got was a breath of fresh air.

"You think..." Her lips twisted into a rough chuckle, but there was pain behind it. "Wow, I can’t believe---it fucking hurts me when you say that! When you say it’s my wedding! It’s OURS! It’s fucking painful!" Her voice rose in intensity, the raw emotion causing her to pace around the room. The sunlight, filtering through the windows, caught on the various badges on her chest, casting a reflection that seemed to dance along the walls, a mirror to the turmoil between us.

"You know what, stay here. I'll get it sorted." Kade's voice was edged with frustration as she stormed out of the room, leaving me bewildered and alone. Hilda soon returned with our tea, her presence a small comfort amid the chaos.

"Soothing chamomile tea for our princess, here," she said gently, handing me the cup.

I took it with trembling hands, my fingers wrapping around the warm porcelain as if it could steady my racing heart. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. I glanced at Hilda, my worry palpable. "What's going on outside? Like, Kade... what is she doing outside?"

"I saw her in a discussion with the King, milady," Hilda replied softly.

The doors creaked open, and my parents entered, their faces etched with concern. It took them a good ten minutes to navigate through the maze of the palace. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of irritation at the delay.

"Everything alright?" Mum asked as she settled beside me, Dad following suit. I looked up at her, my anxiety spilling over.

"Really, Mom? Anything about this screams ‘alright’ to you? I am so scared. So, so scared," I confessed, my voice cracking with the weight of my emotions.

"Hey, bud." Dad wrapped me in a side hug, his hand gently patting my shoulder. "Everything will turn out fine one day. You’ll find peace, okay?"

I chose not to respond to the cliché reassurance that I’d heard for what felt like decades now, a sentiment that had done little to change my reality.

"Do you guys know where Clara and Leo are?"

"Well, they're in one of the guest rooms. They’re not allowing all the guests in here since it’s a bit crowded outside," Mum explained. "The whole family is gathered outside this room. I can’t believe I walked past so many... royals. Any other occasion, I might have been a bit more excited."

Her words barely registered as I sipped the chamomile tea, its warmth offering a fleeting comfort. The noise outside, the grandiosity of it all, felt like a distant echo, muffled by the growing sense of dread that gnawed at me.

Our conversation was interrupted when Kade entered with Richard in tow. "Hello again, Mr. and Ms. (L/N)," she said with a bright smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of stress. She turned to me, kneeling down in front of me. "So, Deniz, I have good news for you, love."

I raised an eyebrow, wary of the impending announcement.

"So, no balcony appearance for you, okay? Just as you wished. I don’t want you to feel so-" She hesitated, clearly searching for a word that wouldn’t make her sound like a hypocrite. "Pressured. Alright?"

"There it is," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "How nice of you, Kade."

"Don’t mention it, darling," she said, standing up and turning her attention to my parents. They looked slightly out of place amidst the grandeur of the palace. "So, let's get you to your room. You need to rest."

"I’m fine here," I protested, though my voice wavered slightly.

"Come on, Deniz," Kade insisted gently, "you need to be in your room. You’ve had a long day." Richard remained silent, standing in the background, his presence a silent reminder of the ever-watchful eyes of the palace staff. Despite my lingering doubts about her sincerity, the exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on me. With a weary sigh, I stood up, offering a tearful goodbye to my parents.

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Once we were back in our room, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disbelief. This was our room now. Kade would be here 24/7, and the space was decorated with delicate garlands, fairy lights, and scented candles--everything designed to create an atmosphere of romance.

"You know, Father is not happy."

"What excuse did you make huh?"

“Excuse? I didn’t make any excuse,” she replied. “I just told him that my wife didn’t want to do the balcony appearance, and that was that. But trust me when I say--” Kade trailed off as she removed her imperial coatee and draped it gently over the sofa before walking over to me.

“He is not easy to convince, just like you,” she continued, her tone a mix of playful and sincere. “Not to mention I broke a royal tradition just for you, my dear wife.”

My jaw tightened as she booped my nose. “I don’t think it’s a tradition,” I said through gritted teeth.

Kade chuckled, shaking her head. “Someone didn’t pay attention in her classes, I see.”

“Okay, can you please stop now?” I said firmly, my patience wearing thin. “I want to make some things clear here,”

“Oooo, already bossy, huh?” Kade teased, mockingly bowing in front of me. “Whatever my wife desires.”

I had to restrain myself from kicking her with my knee.

(Kade's POV)

“Don’t expect me to forget what you did just because we are married. And I am,” You said, backing away a good distance, “warning you, don’t touch me. EVER.”

I was taken aback, a smirk playing on my lips. “Ever?”

“Did I stutter?” I put my hands up in a gesture of surrender and took a few more steps back.

“Deniz, hate to break it to you, but we are married,” I replied calmly. “I think… at least I deserve permission to admire and care for you. I am the only one who gets to do that now, love.” God, you look so ethereal in the dress, I still can't believe you are officially and forever mine. My plan worked magically, perfectly. All of my dreams came true one by one. With my name in front of yours, it feels like it was always meant to be that way--making it sound more perfect, more complete. As if our names were destined to be intertwined from the start.

“I’d rather not. Don't even think about it!” I sighed, feeling the excitement of the wedding turn into frustration.

“What does that- Look, Deniz, I’m all for giving you as much space as you need, but you’ve got to make an effort here.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Did I stutter?” I took a few steps closer, my gaze locked with yours. “Deniz, work with me here. Please. We have to leave for our honeymoon in a few hours, and even after that, it’s not going to end. You are a Princess now, my wife, with duties. Duties to this country. There are numerous events you have to attend, the majority of them, perhaps all, with me. Hand in hand. So don’t, please, don’t disrespect our new sacred bond like this. I will apologize to you daily, every second, every minute if that means you will try to put the past behind us.”

I wasn’t sure if it was my words or your own internal struggle that made your eyes well up with tears. As you threw another tantrum, destroying the delicate garlands in your path, I stood back, letting you express your frustration.

“I’m going to change now, the lunch will be brought here soon too. And as much as I'd adore seeing you in that wedding dress forever, you should change and take a power nap after eating. The flight ahead will be exhausting.” I said though the glimmer of satisfaction in my eyes revealed just how much I intended to exert control over our new life together.

Morocco was our destination and afterwards to Greenough, Montana. I’ve always dreamed of visiting resorts with secluded treehouses, a sanctuary where I could lock you away from the world----just the two of us, in a bubble of our own creation. You don’t know about the Greenough part yet, it’s going to be a surprise. The trip to Morocco is officially necessary, but the Montana getaway is going to be our private paradise.

I need you to strip away the layers of anger and distrust, to let go of your grudges, and to surrender to my love. I want nothing more than for us to be alone, unbothered by anyone else. That place is perfect for us--a realm where no one can invade our space or taint our time together. Afterwards, we’ll move to St. James Palace. I considered staying here in Buckingham, but I think it’s best to keep you away from my family. I don’t want them making things worse, pushing you further away from me. I’ll make sure you understand that you are mine and mine alone, that you have no choice but to accept your place by my side.

➺Part VII

[jus-a-lil-mouse]

BITE

(including this fantastic art from @this-is-z-art-blog )

Danny decided very quickly that he really, really did not like the new kid.

Kade Johnson (“That’s such a white boy name,” Tucker had said, eyes rolling) had started in the middle of November. A senior with blonde hair and blue eyes that rivaled Dash’s good looks. Smart and athletic. A model student. Charismatic. Friendly. Off.

“He’s just sort of… weird,” Danny had told Sam over lunch.

She had glanced at the senior in question, varsity jacket slung over his shoulder, laughing with the rest of the basketball team. “Yeah, Danny. He’s a popular kid who’s going to peak in high school.”

Danny shook his head. “It’s more than that.”

“Danny, I promise it’s not,” Sam replied. “Unless he’s, y’know…” she wiggled her fingers at him, flinging a bit of pizza sauce his way, “ghostly?”

“No. He’s normal,” Danny sighed. Sam raised an eyebrow at him. Danny rolled his eyes. “He’s human, I mean.”

Tucker dumped an armful of vending machine snacks on their lunch table, settling in next to Danny. “He’s telling you about his conspiracies too?”

“They’re not-“

“Yeah, new kid’s evil and out to get us,” Sam replied.

Danny grabbed the Ruffles and ate them as petulantly as he could, glaring at his two dearest friends in the world. “He’s weird,” Danny insisted weakly, glancing over at the senior again.

Clear blue eyes stared back at him, alive and bright. Unsettling. Kade grinned at him, showing off too-white teeth. Danny thought he might puke.

Behavior

It had been nearly three weeks since Danny was able to sit at his seat. He didn’t even realize it was his seat until fucking Kade was there with impeccably clear skin and the vague hint of cologne hanging around him. Khakis (who wore nice pants to high school?) and a polo and his Varsity letter jacket. And Danny knew why he, a freshman, was in the Junior-level physics class - because he was fucking smart - but that didn’t explain why Kade, a senior, was in the Junior-level physics class - because Danny knew that Kade was also fucking smart. It was the only thing Jazz could talk about anymore.

And Danny was stuck staring at the back of Kade’s stupid head. Because Star had just given Danny’s seat away. Like “Lab Partners for Life” meant nothing to her. Every day Kade came in and sat down next to her and gave her a big grin. And Star gazed up at him adoringly and said “What do you think of my outfit today, Kade?” And Kade said “You look great, why don’t you sit next to me at lunch today?” Or “I don’t think that style suits you very well, sorry Star.” Or something equally weird and unrelated to physics. And Danny couldn’t see the whiteboard.

Danny had tried telling Tucker that Kade was weird. Tucker had put Danny’s cheeks between his hands and said “Hey, man. You can tell me if you’re gay. It’s okay.” And Danny said “You’re an ass, Tuck,” because Danny had already come out to him three years ago.

Danny had tried telling Sam. She’d said, “At least he’s gotten Dash to stop wearing those stupid ripped jeans. The khakis and polos are an improvement.” Which was true - all the A-listers wore exactly what Kade wanted them to. They probably shopped together.

At lunch Kade sat with the A-Listers of every grade. They all ate what he ate and sat where he asked them to. They all wore stupid matching friendship bracelets that were too bright. The charms hurt Danny’s eyes whenever they caught the light right, and they caught the light right all the time.

Danny hated that guy.

Information

Danny was always a little bit prepared for an attack during school. After it had happened so many times already, it would be foolish not to keep a Thermos in his bag and be on edge all of the damn time. But it had been less frequent lately. All the ghosts seemed to be quieting down. It was suspicious, but Danny had been trying to take advantage of the sleep while he could. Growing boy and all that. Unfortunately, dull headaches throbbed in his head and his nights were frustratingly sleepless.

So it follows naturally that Skulker shows up while Danny is nearly asleep in English. He isn’t even fully awake when he transforms in the bathroom, Thermos in hand and backpack discarded in the corner.

He manages to be wide awake when he makes it onto the football field and finds Skulker staring down Kwan, who - to his credit - is staring right back. Danny’s able to get a good shot in while Skulker is distracted, and the following fight is short and sweet and incredibly routine. Danny touches down next to Kwan once it’s over. “Hey, man. You’re supposed to run away from ghosts.”

Kwan grins at him, bright and full of teeth. “It’s fine, Phantom! See, I’ve got this!” He held up his wrist and Danny winced as the sun caught the charm just right and blinded him. Kwan sheepishly put his arm back down. “Sorry. It’s an anti-ghost charm.”

“It’s a what,” Danny said flatly, reaching for Kwan’s wrist again. He braced himself for the brightness, and squinted to examine the bracelet.

“An anti-ghost charm!” Kwan repeated. “See, there’s a new student - his name is Kade - and he’s a genius. He knows all about ghosts. The charm is a little locket, see, and inside is special ingredients.”

“What ingredients?” Danny asked, trying to open the container.

Kwan kicked at the dirt. “Well, I’m not really supposed to ask… I don’t know,” he admitted. “But Kade says if I keep doing well, I can learn one day! Kade’s great.”

Danny grunted, finally wiggling the locket open. “Is that hair?” he asked, pulling a little knot of it out. It looked just like the clumps of Jazz’s hair that he found on his laundry - definitely human hair. And a small pin, and a little thorn that pricked Danny’s finger. “What the fuck,” Danny breathed, shaking his hand out. He glanced up at Kwan, who looked devastated that Danny had opened the locket.

“Kade will be upset that I opened it,” Kwan said quietly, as though confiding a great secret. “I might not get to sit at the table during lunch.” Danny did his best not to roll his eyes. “He says they lose their magic when you open them.”

“Why?” Danny asked, shoving the items back into the container and shutting the clasp. “It’s just some garbage - it doesn’t even do anything.”

“Yes it does,” Kwan insisted, suddenly loud again. Danny dropped his hand. “Kade says so. He knows all about ghosts.”

“I am a ghost,” Danny reminded him.

“Ghosts are liars. Kade says a ghost will tell you anything you want to hear to get what they want.” He took a step back. “You could be lying right now. Maybe you aren’t even saving us from the ghosts, like Kade says. I shouldn’t even be talking to you. What if someone sees?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Kade can save you next time Skulker comes around if he’s so great.” He left before he could hear Kwan’s response.

Thought

Danny is only a little pleased to be paired with Paulina for English today. Sure, she’s a bit unbearable to be around, but she’s pretty, so it evens out. The sickly sweet smell of her perfume worsens his headache, but at least she isn’t wearing one of those damn charms.

She gives him a disinterested glance as he sits next to her, worksheet in hand. He tries not to be that offended. And then he is offended, he decides, because she’s got a picture of Kade sticking out of her notebook.

“Did you do yesterday’s reading?” Danny asked. He knew the answer.

“No, I was busy at Kade’s house,” Paulina replied, looking at him as though he was stupid for thinking she’d do her homework. “I’m in the inner circle.”

“So… the worksheet?” Danny said, hoping to redirect the conversation. “Lancer’s usually willing to fail us for not finishing before ghosts attack.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe. Kade knows how to keep ghosts away. He knows everything. He’s protected the school so well!”

“I thought Phantom was protecting the school,” Danny said through gritted teeth.

Paulina tut-tutted at him. “No. Phantom is a ghost. Ghosts are evil,” she says, as though he is a child. “Kade tells us how to protect ourselves from ghosts. My perfume is ghost-repellant. And I do all of my meditations so that they can’t take over my mind. If you asked, Kade could help you too,” she added sweetly. “Your parents clearly don’t know anything about ghosts. Not like Kade.”

Danny recognized the insult for what it was, but Paulina also sounded genuine. She believed this nonsense. “Paulina, none of that works.” The perfume smelled bad, but it wasn’t repelling him. “How has he proven any of that works?”

“Um, it obviously works,” she replied. “Ghosts haven’t attacked the school in weeks, and even the attacks in town are stopping. That’s because of us. Kade is showing us how to protect the town, and soon… well, we won’t need Phantom ever again.”

She had a point. Ghost attacks were way down. Danny still felt like shit all the time, but at least he hadn’t needed to be doing vigilante business as well - he just thought he was finally winning. That after enough fights they’d stopped coming back. It made more sense than Paulina stopping the attacks, at least. “Paulina, Kade doesn’t have that kind of power. He’s just a guy.”

Paulina’s hand shot in the air. “Mr. Lancer, can I work by myself?” Lancer didn’t even look up from his monitor, just sighed and waved his hand in a ‘ do whatever’ motion. She turned back to him, angrier than Danny had ever seen her. “I don’t listen to unbelievers like you. I’m part of the inner circle.”

And then she was up and gone, seat vacated. Danny let his head thud onto the table. He also hadn’t done the reading. This worksheet was going to take him forever.

Emotion

It’s mid-March when Danny finally realizes that something is wrong with Dash. Early March is when Dash’s ‘spring cleaning’ starts, and everyone who looks at him wrong gets shoved in a locker (at best) or a toilet (at worst). But Danny - despite being sleep-deprived, achey, and nauseous - has been snarking at him constantly for weeks, and hasn’t been shoved anywhere. His hair is blessedly free of toilet water. And Dash is wearing khakis and polos and he wears that stupid bracelet.

“I thought you’d be glad he stopped his brutishness,” Sam said when he brought it up. “I really think you need to see a doctor, Danny.”

Tucker hadn’t even tried listening to him. “You haven’t slept well in months, man. Of course you’re paranoid.” The kindness in his eyes made Danny want to hurl. Danny was the protector, not the protected.

He was on his own.

Which is why he nearly let out a breath of relief when Dash cornered him in the near-empty locker room after gym. The remaining boys cleared out quickly, leaving Danny and Dash alone. Finally, a fight. Ghosts hadn’t been seen in weeks. Danny felt more deathly than ever.

“Hey, uh, Fenton,” Dash started, and Danny froze. Was this not a fight?

“Baxter,” Danny replied coolly. “Come for spring cleaning?”

Dash looked scared, and Danny didn’t understand anything that was happening. “No. I wanted to apologize for my past behavior. It was juvenile, and will not be repeated.”

“Those are some pretty big words,” Danny says, and he can see the conflict in Dash’s eyes: to punch or not to punch? That is the question.

Dash takes a deep breath and sticks his hand out between them. “I apologize for my past behavior,” he repeats. Danny lets this hang between them, too.

“No,” Danny says. “Dude, what? Glad you cleared your conscience, but I’m not going to shake your hand and say we’re fine.”

“You have to,” Dash pleaded. “Everyone else did.”

“Yeah, man! Of course they did! You beat the shit out of us all the time!”

“I used to beat the shit of you all the time.”

“Dash, what is going on?” Danny asks, dropping his volume down.

Dash shifts uncomfortably. He mumbles something into the air dividing them, but Danny can’t quite catch it. He stays silent, waiting for Dash to break first. It only takes a moment. “Kade is going to save some of us. I’m supposed to be free of grudges or the negative emotions will cause the process to go wrong. I’ve been having extra one-on-one sessions,” Dash explains. “Kade says if I’m forgiven it’ll go well. Then we’ll all be okay. So you have to forgive me.”

“Dash, none of that makes any sense.”

“Well it’s not my fault you’re not in the inner circle. Maybe if you weren’t such a loser you’d be able to be saved too.”

“You’re so good at not continuing your past behavior,” Danny replies, and is almost glad for the cold bite of the locker on his back when Dash slams him into it.

“I am going to go to Kade’s. He is going to make it so I can’t die, and then we will make it so the whole town is safe and the ghosts won’t be able to touch us. Kade can cut us off from death! He’s done it before! So you’re going to forgive me and I’m gonna be a hero.” Dash’s eyes were bright and alive and sickening to look into.

Danny didn’t know what to say to that. So he didn’t say anything, and got shoved in a locker.

Control

“I hate being right all the time,” Danny mutters to himself. He shuffles through a couple more papers on Kade’s desk, and then phases through the ceiling. The easiest realization was ‘Kade is leading a cult’. Next step was to visit Kade’s house by following him home from school. Thankfully, Kade was the kind of evil genius who left his plans out on his desk.

Gather recruits. Help guide them towards salvation. Cut off the town from the Ghost Zone. Be hailed as a savior.

The problem was this: Danny knew intimately that life and death were in balance. You couldn’t have one without the other. Kade had been leaching energy off of his fellow students to begin the process. Danny was being slowly cut off from death (explaining the headaches and the nausea and the bone-deep exhaustion). The whole town was. Of course there’d been less ghost attacks. Danny had been right to be suspicious. Amity Park’s veil was razor-thin, and this separation would probably cause it to implode spectacularly.

“I was so hoping you’d be here.”

Danny turns and sees Kade, eyes bright and alive and smile full of too-white teeth. “Here I am,” Danny says, spreading his arms open dramatically.

“Here you are!” Kade says. “The ghost boy himself! Are you here to foil my plans?” He asks it as though it is an inside joke, as though they are old friends. “Shall I give you my monologue?”

Danny settles. Gives the illusion of complacency. Shrugs. “Yeah, if that’s what you want to do with your day.”

“I am always searching for souls seeking redemption,” Kade replies, spreading his arms wide. “Daniel, I am a visionary. I am alive. I have removed all traces of death from myself. It cannot touch me.”

That last bit may have been true; being in the room with him was dizzying. Agitating. Looking at his face felt sickening.

“I could tell you all the details, but here are the highlights. I have saved my soul, made myself more alive than anyone has ever been. It was simple and bloody, but now I know how to save everyone.”

“If you upset the balance, everything will collapse in on itself. By separating them you’ll bring them closer together. Like a rubber band, y’know?”

Kade tuts at him. “What will you do, ghost? Stop me?”

“It’s what I do,” Danny shrugs, and prepares for a fight.

The fight doesn’t come; it never even starts. Kade is untouchable; the ectoblasts and wails just wash over him like a wave breaking on stone. Kade is grinning. His teeth are too white and his eyes are bright and Danny is tired.

“I told you, I cannot be touched by death,” Kade reminds him.

Danny is the world; he is balanced. He returns to life and lands a well-placed sucker punch. Kade hadn’t been expecting that, and soon enough they were tumbling on the ground. It’s been a while since Danny was in a fight, but it returns to him easily. His knuckles are bleeding. He is winning. “What are you?” Danny asks through bloody teeth. “You aren’t a ghost.”

“I am to life what a ghost is to death,” Kade hisses from the floor. “And you are an abomination.”

“Dude. That’s rude,” Danny replies.

Danny has spent years avoiding Dash Baxter, so when he hears those familiar footfalls in the hallway, he transforms. He lets Kade push him away. He makes sure Dash and Paulina have a good view of Kade, beaten and bloody, and Phantom looming over him. Kade pushes himself up off the floor, his “anti-ghost” charm swinging wildly off his bracelet as he attempts to steady himself.

He uses his best Superhero voice. “This evil-doer was attempting to upset the balance of forces sustaining the world. He intended to cause the apocalypse.” The apocalypse bit was a lie, but they wouldn’t know that. Danny gave them a thumbs up. He disappeared.

Sam and Tucker weren’t that impressed when he told them about it.

“Cults are small potatoes,” Sam says wisely.

“It wasn’t even a real cult, it was a high schooler with an entourage,” Tucker adds.

“He was a supernatural entity that wanted to destroy the world,” Danny argues.

Sam nods. “Yeah. Small potatoes.”

“I’m just glad you finally got some sleep, buddy,” Tucker says, swinging an arm around Danny’s shoulders.

[tf-cyberaligned]

Have some doodles I never shared here

Kade and Daphne doodle

Yes she is capable of tossing him around like a sack of flour

Blades and Streetwise doodle

A brothers love is like no other, especially after you come out. (This joke comes from sanaeabubber on instagram)

[itsdefinitely]

woaw... characters in my brain

[sovhina]

Tagged in wip Wednesday by the lovely @lilas ! Thank you sm! So here’s some little headshots I’m working on to post with like little blurbs of information so I can actually start talking about my ocs in public and people have a small ref if who they are as I put off finishing their actual full body refs SHSJSJ

Imma taagggg @laaskrin @galadae and @veilguard2024

[wishing-well-art]

Some icons I made for art fight :]

[oldeubagel]

my part of a art trade with my friend flicts

[valleyofgays]

"Oh? How nice of you to visit me, I thought you had forgotten about me... again"

hiiiii [ drops my new oc and art of them i wont finish ] byeeeeee

( rant below )

got a little silly and made a new oc because why not anywayyyssss

their name is Kade, they're an Eden-fallen skykid and actually Beryl ( some info abt it here ) used to be their friend!! They both have a strong connection to red light since falling so they studied together with Isle elder learning how to use it properly ^_^ They traveled together cleaning up darkness plants

Stuff Happened between them though and they don't really travel together anymore. Maybe i'll make a small comic showing what happened or something if not i'll just make a text post lmao anyways. Kade lost her cape in the incident that separated them, and is slowly getting more corrupted by darkness plants. She also never leaves golden wasteland anymore

this rant is all over the place its 2 am i just wanted to post ocs anyways thanks for reading

[lungsandlips]

open to: m/f/nb what: kade's a pouty little jerk who: kade conroy. actor/asshole/nepo baby

"Are you done ignoring me yet?" Like a child, Kade sat pouting. For how long, he wasn't sure. If anything was actually wrong it was uncertain but for a man that thrived on attention it surely felt like the end of the world. Sometimes he wanted it from everyone all at once. That was when he acted out, made people look, forced the press to run stories about him because how could they not? Other times he wanted it from individuals, certain people deemed special enough to exist close enough to his ever growing sun. "We've been here for two days and you've suddenly made loads of new friends." A vacation, just to get away, somewhere warm. That had been the only thing he'd required and yet there he sat, soaking up the sun, miserable.