#resonance au

[azurewishing]

Descent

Part 2 of the Resonance AU. This time it's in coldie's perspective as it deals with the countdown of frigil's awakening

Nevi- Cold epic wubbox

Eden- Plant epic wubbox

Rey- Rare wubbox

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It only began a few months ago. Only a few months ago, Nevi learned that the colossals will wake up soon. Only a few months ago did it learn that its worst friend is still out there. And only a few months ago did Nevi begin to walk a path of further anxiety.

---

At first, Nevi didn’t think anything about it. It didn’t want to think anything about it. It did everything it could to stop thinking about it, from doing its favorite activities to sleeping to talking to anyone, anything at all.

But it didn’t work.

Now, it’s been laying in bed all day, swallowing its fears.

Just pretend you didn’t learn anything, and go on with the rest of your day. Simple as that.

It got up, and went outside.

Don’t think about it. Pretend they don’t exist.

Pretend, and you’ll be happy.

---

A light filled its chest. It wasn’t really that warm though. Maybe it’s because it’s perpetually cold. Well, it was minor enough that Nevi didn’t really care.

What it does care about is finding what lies hidden in the snow.

It’s a favorite hobby of its. Dig, find treasure and eat any delicious looking snow it finds. A really fun time.

Today’s discovery ended in success. It found a light blue crystal, in a hexagonal shape. How interesting!

“Ah, how amazing! It looks just like me, and that makes it even more grander!”

It admired the gem, noting how unusually clear it is. As it holds it, it brought it close to its chest for a moment, and it felt a strong wave of heat.

“Mm-!” It winced, and nearly dropped the crystal. It managed to catch it, though.

Nevi noticed that when it brings the crystal close to its core, a wave of warmth courses through its body ”Too warm…” it mutters to itself. When it brings the crystal away, the wave stops.

“Hmm, how strange… just like myself. Hehe!” It doesn’t think anything of it, and opens a portal to go to its room.

There, it brings out a box under its bed of all the blue gems its collected, and puts its recent find inside.

When it opened the box, however, it felt a very intense heat coursing through its body. It winced and closed the box. It takes a moment to take deep breaths.

“Ugh… what was that? Never happened before to me. So unfair.”

It decided to put the gem it found on its dresser, but decently away from it.

Nevi starts to worry about the light it feels now. It only began recently, when it learned that they’ll soon be awakened. Could it be a sign?

No.

It couldn’t be. It severed all ties to them.

Yeah, it couldn’t be…

---

Today is a boring day. There’s a snowstorm outside. Despite Nevi’s love for inconveniencing people and snow, it did not like it when itself was inconvenienced.

With nothing else to do, it decided to entertain itself with its own thoughts.

First, it thought about Evergreen. ‘I wish Eva is okay… Even though I bother it a lot, I really do care for it. I know it holds of hatred towards its own colossal, so with this… Yeah, I hope it’s okay. It most likely is- after all, it’s much stronger than myself, and it has its two little siblings.’

Then, its mind wandered to Wubbox and Rey. ‘Speaking of those two… what’s their problem? Both of them have accidentally hit me when I failed to scare them. Am I that worthy of being hit by you two?! Ha! I’m a powerful prince, for creator’s sake! You should respect me!’

And like how this usually ends, it thinks about itself. ‘Heh. I’m sooo cool and fearless. I’m the best of this family. Weehehe~’

It grew tired as sleepiness crept upon it. Eventually it fell asleep, and had a strange dream.

…

The dream took place in the past. In the caves, where it used to call home.

There, sitting on the floor, was its younger self. Pink eyes and navy blue electricity, and a tired expression on its face. Even then it was smiling, talking happily to… someone. Nevi watches the conversation.

“You know, when I’m able to control my powers, I’ll give myself big wings,” it said to its invisible partner.

“Oh? And what will you do with them?” they asked, curious.

The voice was familiar. Slightly saddened, quiet and high pitched. An anxiety washes over Nevi.

“I’ll fly out of here. And I’ll bring all my friends- no, everyone. I’ll bring everyone out of here. We’ll start a new life on the surface, no matter how hard it’ll be.”

A voice of determination and hope. Its younger self seemed very happy.

“Hmm… that seems nice. But you should really start paying attention to me, you know… Even if I’m your teacher, I am still your friend, and aren’t friends supposed to listen to each other? You’re not acting fairly…” they responded, seeming sad. They were going to go on about how it payed attention to the other residents of the cave, but it quickly stopped them.

“Okay, I know, Frigil. No need to be so clingy,” it teased.

“I-I’m not clingy!” Frigil defended themself, almost immediately, “I just haven’t had a friend in millenia! Is that so bad for me to wish, Carmen?” They were in a slight panic.

At hearing the names Frigil and Carmen, Nevi felt a sting of pain and sorrow.

“Haha, I was just kidding. I’ll listen to ya. I’ve nothing better to do anyways.”

No. No, no, no. Stop saying that.

“Really? Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that! We’ll be friends forever!!”

Glass shatters, and it wakes up.

“…”

A sorrowful dream.

---

There’s a forest that surrounds the island where Nevi likes to hang out. It went there for any sembalance of comfort, if something like that even exists anymore.

It was just wandering until it saw a strange person with a black parasol. The epic wubbox began to sneak up on it, in order to surprise them. The more it got close to this person, the more certain traits began to stick out.

Long horns, a wooden body, and green electricity…

“Eva? You’re really okay?!”Nevi called out to its cousin in surprise.

Evergreen turned around at the sight of Nevi. It was then it noticed its appearance. Black leaves, a black rose blocking its left eye, and its right eye being bright yellow instead of the bright blue it once had.

“Hello, Nevi. Have you been well?”

A seemingly innocent question, but something was wrong with it. The way it smiled seemed to have a hint of malice.

Nevi brushed it off, not wanting to panic even more than it already is. “Who… are you? You’re not Eva.”

“That is right, I am not Eva anymore. My name is Eden. But no matter; I have something important to talk to you about,” Eden replied, with a small smile on its face.

“What do you mean ‘anymore’? What happened to you…?” Nevi asked, but it went unanswered. Instead, Eden walked up to its cousin, staring down into its eyes, and put a hand upon its cheek.

Nevi recognized the color of that eye. It was Eden’s colossal’s eye color. A shiver run down its spine. Did they do something to its cousin?

“Do you know how to grow into a better person? I do. You’ll soon learn, too. You will be put on the correct path soon enough,” it spoke calmly, but with an implied excitement. “Just as how our lord Grennitch helped me become the best version of myself, your old mentor Frigil shall do so, too.”

“Don’t talk to me about them. You don’t know anything about them or what they’ve done to me,” Nevi snapped at the mention of Frigil, speaking in a cold and sharp way.

“Oh, but I do. You see, I did a lot of research before coming here. I know how dangerous they are, and I understand how you may feel threatened by them. But, I think they didn’t mean to hurt you. Perhaps they were in a bad mood that day.”

“I’m not going to listen to your nonsense. You don’t know me, you don’t know them and you’ll never will. Leave me alone.”

Nevi began to walk away. It was tired of hearing this stranger in its cousin’s body talk about things it never experienced.

As it walked, it heard Eden saying, “If you say so”, or something similar, but it ignored its cousin. Nevi walked back all the way to its room in the castle.

---

As Nevi laid down in its big fancy bed, it thought about that encounter.

What happened to Eva? Why did it look like that? And its eyes….

“Will that happen to me too?”

A scary thought, but a likely one. It didn’t want to admit that last part though.

At the same time, Nevi did break all contact with Frigil. Maybe it was safe?

“Right, I’ve nothing to fear. I’m safe from that old hag. I’m stronger now!!” Nevi sprang up in triumph, and looked out the window.

… Why is it foggy now?

“Strange weather we’re having, huh…” it commented. “Well, that fake tree’s probably gone, so I’m able to roam around now.”

"Where are you going?”

---

A voice.

A soft, shy voice.

The epic wubbox stopped dead in its tracks.

“Who said that?”

It looked around its room to find the owner of that voice.

“Oh, can you not see me…?” The voice asked politely.

“No… nononono no this can’t be happening. I blocked you out. How are you here? WHY are you here?!”

The room swirled with fog enveloping everything. A white void…

“U-um… oh! I think I know how to get you to see me!”

Something came out of the fog. A large white rabbit with a body that is one with a fog, a chest with blue arms sticking out and two light blue eyes.

“Hi, Ca- oh, your name is Nevi now, right? Hi Nevi!!”

It was Frigil.

---

“It’s been such a long time since we last talked; I’ve missed you so much!!” The colossal said with a smile. “I was so sad when you left me all alone. You know we’re best friends, right? There wasn’t any need for you to cut me off like you did.”

“We’re NOT best friends. You know that,” Nevi managed to say.

“Since when…?”

“Ever since that day, when you showed me that vivid memory of the cataclysm.”

“Oh come on, I’ve told you stories about it over and over, and you still remained sane. Why does seeing it in action make any difference?” Frigil’s head tilted, curiously.

“Because seeing monsters dying infront of you is, I don’t know, TRAUMATIC?!”

The epic wubbox was at its limits, way past its limits. Hearing a word from this spirit’s mouth tests it even more. The fact that they don’t realize how messed up they made it… it was unforgivable in Nevi’s eyes.

“And standing in my presence wasn’t? You know how I’m able to drive people to insanity by a few days of just standing next to me. If you were able to sustain that, then I have no idea how that was your breaking point. So stop saying that. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Frigil wasn’t understanding, and Nevi wasn’t in the mood of entertaining them.

Never again would a colossal hurt it, or its family.

“Listen, bucko,” Nevi managed to spit out. “I’m not gonna spend any more milliseconds being insulted by you. Your friend already hurt dear Eva, and now you’re trying to hurt me. I won’t fall for this ‘cute, sad’ act shit you’re pulling. Buh-bye!”

As fast as it could, the epic wubbox formed a mental barrier, and their meeting ended.

Immediately, Nevi went to sit on its bed, catching its breath. What was that? Why did that happen? It was doing so well, but…

The light in its core that it forgot about was so bright and hot… it felt like it was melting from the inside.

Its surroundings felt fuzzy, and its vision started to blur.

---

Knock knock knock.

“Hey, Nevi, you okay? I heard yelling.”

Someone with a robotic voice was outside. The voice snapped Nevi out of its daydream (if you can call it that).

“Oh… oh, Rey. I’m fine.”

“I can’t hear you, can you let me in?”

Nevi got up and opened the door. Rey looked worried, and took some steps back.

“I said I’m fine. No need to worry about your prince.”

“You don’t sound all that fine. Oh…”

Rey seemed to be looking at something. “What is it, dear Rey? Is there something with me?”

“Oh, nothing, just… your eyes, they’re…”

Its eyes? “What’s with them…?”

“They’re blue now,” Rey finally got to saying.

That’s a strange thing to say. Nevi went to its dresser and looked in the mirror. Its eyes were indeed blue, with a hexagon for a pupil. Just like Frigil’s.

A moment of brief silence, then Rey tried to speak again.

“Um…”

“You can go now, Rey. I need some alone time.”

Nevi’s voice was hollow.

---

As Rey closed the door, Nevi stood in front of the mirror.

Silence overtakes the room, filling it with a slightly oppressive atmosphere.

Tears start to fall, becoming crystalized as they flutter to the ground. At first it was just a few, but then they poured out like a waterfall. Nevi, sniffling, crouched to the ground and hugged itself.

“All I wanted to do… was to be happy. All I wanted was cool powers. I just wanted that… I didn’t ask for this. Not at all…”

It continued to cry for a little bit longer.

Fog, then a hand on its shoulder, then a sweet voice.

“Nevi… you can talk about this to me, okay?”

The colossal.

“Why would I want to talk to you, Frigil? You ruined my life.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” It seems that Frigil still doesn’t understand the weight of their own actions. Maybe they never will. “I haven’t done anything bad, I don’t think."

“Is this the lesson that I’ll learn from you, just like Eden said? That no matter what I do, I can’t ever have true happiness? That I can’t catch a break?” Nevi was barely speaking coherently, choking on sobs and sniffling a lot.

“Huh? I can’t… understand you,” the colossal said, tilting their head.

“…go away. Get away from me. Now,” the epic wubbox finally brought itself to say.

“U-um… but why…?”

“You know why. You know damn well why. Go away… go away…”

Everything went to dark.

---

There is an epic wubbox laying on the floor of its room.

The epic wubbox used to call itself a prince, with an arrogant sneer. But its not smiling right now.

It has a blank expression, its eyes dull.

Something lifted the epic wubbox up to be sitting upright.

“Nevi…” someone said.

“…”

“Um… Nevi?”

“Carmen.”

“Huh?”

“Frigil, call me Carmen. Because that’s who you liked.”

“Um, alright, Carmen…”

The room was misty and hazy. In Carmen’s point of view, everything was enveloped in a shifting swirl of white, white and more white. The only figure visible was the form of the rabbit-like colossal.

Frigil raised its hands and touched the rabbit ears on Carmen’s head.

“I just noticed these… they’re just like mine! Hehe,” they said with a cute laugh. Carmen didn’t budge, its blue eyes staring into space.

“What should we do today…? Should we learn new magic techniques? Or would you rather go on a walk with me?” Frigil asked. The epic wubbox didn’t answer. “Oh, neither? Then what do you want to do instead?”

It seems this will be Carmen’s life now. Being talked at and treated like a doll. Never getting to say what it wants to say, to think what it wants to think. Because thinking is bad. Because thinking brings pain.

Friends don’t bring eachother pain.

So Carmen never says anything.

And the two could not have been happier.

[frenchublog]

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 4- hyrule sanctum (it’s technically 3.5 but pshaw)

Zelda’s getting REAL TIRED of link THROWING HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HER like a MEAT SHIELD.

Anyways, for keen eyed viewers: yes that’s the sheikah slate. And yes a little strand of something DID tag along with the fleeing duo.

All zelda shenanigans here

Patreon sketchbook here!

[mooneggtarts]

ITS HERE!!! Animation VS Scifi (AvSF) AU is ready!! I'm kinda bad with Scifi stuff so pls bear with me 😭🙏

Next part I will prolly be drawing out Alan, and the rest of the hollowdroids. Maybe even the mercenaries too! If I didn't get too distracted wkdnjs

[akanemnon]

I smell another existential crisis incoming...

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

@druidshollow crossover au is ruining my life so bad it isn't even abt the oc interactions anymore

[chocostrwberry]

Akumatized Kagami in ChocoAU! 🌸🐲🌱

She meets Adrien for a date at the Louvre, hoping it will go well and dispel her nagging thoughts and they can learn to love each other. But she finds him looking at Marinette with eyes she has never seen before.

Kagami is transformed into Hanabira! She turns the museum into a kind of rainforest/jungle. Chat Noir and Ladybug have to evade her sentimonster Senryu, which turns people into grass hedge sculptures as they are overwhelmed them with what Kagami is feeling.

Plus some ref art of her!

Thank you @generalluxun for the name ideas!! THEY FIT VERY WELL AND ARE SUPER CUTE 🫶

[slushfaerie]

it’s one of those days. 

you walk over to his fraternity’s house, mind racing in too many directions to count as you approach the door to his room, giving it a tentative knock. 

the door swings open and Patrick’s gaze softens as he sees you, familiar smile lines and dimples gracing his handsome face. 

you say nothing, closing the door behind you. and nothing needed to be said.

his arms wrap around you, slotting you into the spot against his body that had become yours. you feel yourself melt a little as you exhale, letting out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

the sounds of some re-run of futurama play on his tv and fill the room as you inhale the familiar scent of camel cigarettes and sweat and expensive cologne he didn’t pay for himself. 

home. he smelled like home. 

Patrick flops onto his bed, pulling you into his arms. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs.

"you're thinking too hard," he says, words muffled as he nuzzles the top of your head. "can smell the smoke."

you shake your head, letting out a little snort. can practically hear the smirk on his face.

he squeezes you tighter.

[syndrossi]

Restoration AU: Robb I

Previous part, Arya I, here.

x~x~x

Robb was not allowed out riding, or to join his father’s knights and men-at-arms in search of the ruffians who had kidnapped his young half-brothers and dragged them to Winterfell for ransom or worse, which meant he had sought the yard instead. Even that was a mistake. He could not thrash the targets the way he desired to, not with all the curious eyes upon him.

Show anger, and all would know that there was strife between him and his lord father, that the dishonor had caught their family unaware. And while it would be satisfying to express his fury at the depths of his father’s disloyalty, it would draw attention to his mother as well, inviting cruel whispers.

Robb lowered his sword, stepping back from the target. He exchanged it for his bow, and although the rhythm—draw, aim, release—stilled his thoughts for a short time, they wandered instead to Bran’s excitement when he had found Robb and Jon in the yard that afternoon, touting his discovery.

It seemed a lifetime ago, rather than mere hours. A part of him had known from the moment he laid eyes upon the boys, the dark-haired twin so alike Jon that it had felt like staring at his brother from across the span of five years. Jon’s own shock had been little comfort.

The rumors had not reached his mother before Robb did, after his father’s curt dismissal, and he had been faced with an impossible choice: let her learn of her husband’s betrayal through the whispers of her ladies or break the news himself as gently as he could.

I do not know for certain, he had told her, still fostering the faintest hope that there might be another explanation, but she had paled nonetheless, her attempt at masking her heartbreak to spare him all the more painful.

She loves him. She has always loved him. Robb had thought the same true of his father, and he did not know how much it would hurt to learn otherwise. That Jon’s mother had not been the tryst of a man who thought he might die in battle, but a bed he eagerly sought out the next time fate took him south for war.

Robb lowered his bow, the arrows of his quiver spent, and stared at the distant target, flickering in the torchlight. For once, he was glad that Theon was nowhere to be seen. His friend would have nothing but crude japes, and Robb was in no mood for such.

He desired answers.

His feet took him past Sansa’s room, where he had gently guided her after supper and promised her, with a kiss to the hair, that things would seem less bleak in the morning. Then past his father’s solar, where he could see the glow of light escaping from the crack beneath the door.

Hiding away, like a coward. It was not how he would ever have described his father before today, but there was no other way of putting it. If he is not begging Mother’s forgiveness, then he should be comforting the terrified children whose dishonorable birth turned them into pawns.

Robb paused outside Jon’s door, then rapped lightly with his knuckles. A few moments passed before the door opened, and it was not Jon who he found himself staring at, but rather his smaller counterpart. Willam, Robb reminded himself.

“Would you like to come in?” Willam asked, gazing at him with such raw longing that Robb found himself torn between tenderness and fresh fury.

Did Father even look in upon them since hiding them away in Jon’s chamber? A glance past him revealed no Jon. His twin sat on the bed, his gaze at Robb more wary, and telltale plates from the kitchen were stacked on the small table in the corner of the room. Their supper, taken alone to spare the family further shame today, when it was their father who should be shouldering its brunt.

His little half-brothers were innocent in this. Had they even known of their origins? They had the bearing of highborn children, but none of Jon’s quiet acceptance of his lesser standing.

“Yes,” Robb said, realizing he had not answered. He stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind him, and found that the other child had risen to his feet, though he maintained his distance. “I—” Has Father even told them of their siblings? “I am your half-brother, Robb.”

The boys reintroduced themselves, Willam tripping over his own name. Robb wondered whether their mother had knowingly named another son after her first. Or was Jon’s name of their father’s choosing?

Now that he was in the room with them, Robb did not know what to say. His gaze kept straying to Raymar, who was as unalike his trueborn siblings as Ghost was to his littermates, as though their birth had split them between each parent.

That is what she looked like, then. The woman he traded his honor for. Pale hair, silver as the moon’s glow through the window, his eyes an unnatural violet. They both shared Jon’s slighter build, which must have come from her as well.

A foreign woman, with that kind of coloring. A courtesan, perhaps. That was the fancy name they gave their whores across the Narrow Sea, and bravos fought for the honor of bedding them. But where had his father stumbled across her?

He had been silent for too long, Robb realized. He did not know what to say to them. “Where is Jon?”

“He went to take Ghost back to the kennels.”

“Oh.” He felt almost numb, staring into the face of a strange child who looked like his brother, and another who looked like betrayal. “How are you faring? Did your captors harm you?”

There were no obvious bruises or cuts upon them, but then, his father had said that their captors had dosed them with dreamwine. The twins assured him, however, that they had been unharmed—unbound, even.

“He said that if either of us caused trouble, he would hurt the other.” It was the first Raymar had spoken since introducing himself, his expression haunted. Willam too had tensed, watching his twin with obvious upset.

I should not have asked, Robb thought, chagrined. Not when they have yet to sleep. These are questions for morning.

“Father’s men will find him,” he said, offering his best reassuring smile, but it did little to ease their distress. In fact, both seemed on the verge of tears now, and he stood helplessly. If it were either Bran or Arya, I would go to them. Comfort them.

But the circumstances of their relation held him back. They did not know him, he reminded himself. It was not the same as Father abandoning them with Jon, all of them tied fully by blood.

Jon’s return caught them all off guard, his brother quiet as his direwolf pup as he slipped back into the room. He halted in place as he marked Robb’s presence, and they stared at one another for what felt like an age. There was no hiding from Jon, or Jon from him.

What hurt was the wariness, as though his brother was expecting Robb to lash out at him, when he had always strived to intervene whenever Jon happened to draw his mother’s ire. And what cut even deeper was the way his brother’s eyes narrowed as they fell upon the twins.

Jon rushed over to them, then turned back to Robb. “What did you say to them?”

“Nothing,” he replied, unclenching his fists. “We greeted one another, and I assured them that whoever kidnapped them would face justice.”

“Is that why you came at this hour?”

“I came to see how you and our new brothers were faring,” Robb said defensively, but he knew it to be a lie when he spoke it, and by the tightening of his mouth, Jon did as well. “What did Father tell you?”

“About my dead mother?” Raymar flinched, and his twin’s hand grabbed for his, but Jon did not seem to have noticed, his gaze locked on Robb. “What business is it of yours?”

Jon did not often snap at him, and he felt himself bristle in response. “It is my mother who was dishonored by their actions.”

His brother regarded him coldly. “She was beautiful, born to a noble house of Lys, and Father swore beneath the weirwood tree that he loved her.”

The words hit like a physical blow. Robb’s fists clenched again, denial rising in his throat, hot and ugly. “Whatever love he had was for her cunt, or he would not have left every time he stuck a bastard in her belly.”

His vision whitened as Jon slammed him into the door, knocking his head back against it. He could taste blood in his mouth from where his teeth had cut into cheek, and it did not matter that he had deliberately provoked his brother, all he could feel was a betrayal that quickly soured to anger.

“I do not care how beautiful her face, but how rotten her heart,” he said, ignoring the glitter of his brother’s eyes as his grip tightened around the fistful of tunic he had grabbed. “She knew of his marriage and still enticed him into her bed. A woman can be highborn and yet a whore.”

Jon’s right hand drew back, and Robb could feel his brother quivering from the effort of refraining from punching him, so he stared back in challenge, inviting it without knowing why. Let him prove himself to be what all bastards are, said an ugly voice that sounded like his mother. But he also longed for a scrap, to throw his fury at someone if it could not be his father.

The castle itself rattled then, a rumble of what sounded like thunder resonating deep within his chest. But the night is clear, he thought in confusion. Jon took a step back from him, the tense moment broken, his expression equally confused.

He became aware then of one of the twins speaking in a foreign tongue. Valyrian, he assumed, gazing past Jon to find Willam speaking frantically as he held back his fiercely struggling brother, who was staring death at Robb even as tears streamed down his face.

It is their mother too. His anger abandoned him, taking its short-lived respite with it and leaving Robb with a fresh guilt atop the hurt that ached within him.

The castle rattled again, the thunder more distant this time. An apology danced along the tip of his tongue, but he could not force it out.

“Just go, Stark,” Jon said, releasing him. His jaw worked a moment, then he turned his back on Robb, steps quick as he closed the distance to the twins and wrapped his brothers both in a tight embrace. His true brothers.

More words caught in Robb’s mouth, some remorseful and others not. Misery rose in his throat, bitter like dandelion tea, and he swallowed it, feeling worse now, with more answers, than he had before foolishly deciding to come here.

Robb left, closing the door quietly behind him, and stood in the hall for a time, staring at the opposite wall. He could hear crying in the other room, soft and pitiable. Father’s doing, he told himself, but it rang hollow. A few minutes passed, Jon’s voice muffled but audible as he spoke to the twins, and Robb awaited another roll of thunder that never came.

Finally he left, mumbling something he could not recall to Cayn when the guardsman’s patrol crossed his path back to his bedchamber. His nerves danced with the need for action, and he desired nothing more than to court his father’s displeasure by slipping out to the stables. He could claim a horse and ride into the wolfswood—find the men in search of the twins’ kidnapper and join their efforts.

But his mother would need him, and Sansa too, so he stared at the ceiling instead and settled into a long, sleepless wait for dawn.

[fuzzybirdie]

This work was fully inspired by the following prompt/post and @freedomanddisorder 's amazing art, please! Check out both!

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Ch.1 A Vacation To Gotham! What Could Go Wrong? (Pt1)

It had been 1 year scince Danny's accident, and 1 year since his parent's masterpiece miraculously started working. In celebration, danny's parents decided to take a holiday to gotham. Mostly to look at the bats, who were obviously ghosts. Just look at signal! Litterally creating ghost orbs. But, as the bats only come out at night (excluding signal) there nothing to do during the day. Nothing exept the mundane things like amusement parks and fast food restraunts.

Danny could tell that his parents were bored and upset that they couldn't interview any bats, (and boy, was danny glad that they'd chilled out after a year of actually interacting with ghosts) but they were still trying to make things fun for themselves too.

The Fentons had split up near the enterance, agreeing to meet up at the food stalls arround 1 for lunch. His parents went to the haunted house - ever reasearching, Jazz would wonder arround for a bit before deciding on her rides, while Danny went right for the roller coasters.

On the way, Danny had an idea; his parents were on the other side of the park, so they wouldn't question him if his hair and eyes suddenly changed colour, and he had been meaning to experiment with looking more alive in ghost form...Ducking into a bathroom, he started transforming. Slowly, Carefully, not touching the clothes, there. Finished, he looked at the miror to find- "I look like a ghost in a tee and jeans."-his skin still had the green tint from the ectoplasam in his veins, and his hair was steaming like dry ice.

The hair was more obviously inhuman, so he tackled that first. It would need to be solid, condensed, thicker and thicker, -too thick!

What once was steam now looked like a plain old block of ice. Maybe, his hair being made of ice would be fine if he seperated it a bit? If he peeled each layer into tiny little strings luke normal hair. Little by little, piece by piece, perfect. The ice string hair was curlier than he'd thought, waves of snow tickling his ears, eyebrows and the back of his neck.

The next problem was the green tint. This would take some thinking. He couldn't just pretend to be cosplaying a Vulcan from star trek. Could he turn his ectoplasam back into blood? Probably not, either he'd end up 'suffocating' (if that was even the right word) as a ghost or just turn back into a human and need to do this all over again.

Veto'd, too dangerous.

Thinking back, didn't frostbite say there was something odd with his ectoplasam and blood? Thats right! There were slight ammounts of ectoplasam in his blood and vice versa. If he could manipulate his remaining blood into the capillaries along the surface of his skin, it'd look like he still had a beating heart!...

Ok, that sounded bad even in his mind.

Shaking off that thought, he pushed his blood to his skin and checked the mirror one last time. Normal teen with white hair? Check. Now, Roller Coaster!

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This is the first! || next

Thanks for reading! Unfortunately, I had to cut this in half. (Curse the word limit!) When I have time to post part 2 I'll link it down here. If the links work... Anyways! Please tell me if there's anything I can improve! Last time I posted something was back in... 2016? So i'm very out of practice

[azurewishing]

Resonance AU doodle

Also serving as a promo for Corrosion, read it [not forced]

[theodorhawthorn07]

CDM Num. 39 : Blix Lloyd

CDM Codename: The Corrupted

"so cold...,i dont remember its always could be snowing like this in these kind of place 16 years ago"

Hello, this will be my first artwork on tumblr, let me introduce to my version of Blix. after 4 years of being in jsab fandom (yes the whole 4 years i spent on instagram), i managed to redesign my blix for the last time (maybe) and with perfection. he used to be in my entry of CDM num. 20 but its 2nd phase version of him (right version).

Yes, you can flip this image upside down for the Second phase of Blix

"Its between you and me now, lets settle this intended way"

I Hope you guys like him :)

[howlonomy]

now monster clover in a dress

well ok if yall insist :)

[quadrantadvisor]

Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

[butaneurotype]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GOOO read ''Perseverance'' by @pastelaspirations !! ABSOLUTELY beautiful story that had me hooked since the start.

I am so obsessed with this fic and can only ever think about it everyday. At work or at home it is STUCK in my head.

If I hyperfixate on an AU of an AU it means it's GOOODD. READ IT !!!!

[thewiz9062]

Together We Resonate AU: Simon Smoke