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blushingdread · 2 years ago

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When Mylah asked to be in the front line Gael, Gael hadn't even entertained the idea of saying no.

"I want to try a new application of my magic." She said shyly, like she was embarrassed of her diligence with her magic. A slightly blush and smile making her look almost angelic.

She was the smartest in their party and he was completely smitten with her, a frankly horrible combination for his ability to say no to her but it had never backfired before.

As soon as the yes left his mouth Mylah smiled at him like he hung the stars in the sky, immediately wrapping him in a hug and running off to consult her notebook.

The day they went to confront the Bandit King the sun was high and beating down on all of their backs, as they walked into an arena with a skull throne in the middle. A man sat tall on the bones, surrounded in a crescent of his men with the weapons out and ready.

It was going to be a long day.

The Bandit's were among the worst kind of extortionist skum. Forcing the villages they frequented to pay them to not ransack them, and destroying the ones that can't comply. There presence was consistently in each of the villages affected, at least ten men at each, lying that they were there to keep the peace. It made Gael so disgusted, seeing people's lives ruined, seeing mother's going hungry to afford their child's food, all because some assholes decided they should be able to take what they want.

Mylah marched up, stopping only about five sword lengths away from the throne. "Surrender or else." She said, and her words were more confident that he had ever heard them.

"Or else what, sweetheart?" The Bandit King asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll make you wish you were dead." It was cold, clinical even. Like she was explaining the weather, not threatening a man.

The Bandit King laughed. His full body shook with the weight of it, eyes crinkling up with tears, as the man attempted to catch his breath.

It was the most condescending sound Gael had ever heard in his life.

Once the Bandit King finally stopped laughing, he leaned back languidly on his throne of bones.

"How about this, doll face?" Gael wanted to gag. "If you can defeat me in a battle my men will retreat." The King purred after Mylah in a way that made Gael shiver in disgust, but Mylah herself seemed unaffected. If anything, her stance only got more confident and assured.

"So be it." Mylah responded, and if Gael wasn't imagining it, a hint of excitement in her voice.

The Bandit King unsheathed his sword, and sprinted at Mylah, who simply raised her hand magic shining brightly from her palm.

The first thing that happened was the King's eyes fused shut. Gael couldn't see it clearly, but the way man flailed, screamed, and began clawing at his eyes was a good indication.

His mouth sealing shut was more noticeable.

The King closed his mouth and suddenly there was a layer of skin between his two lips, keeping it from opening again. Gael watched in horror as the King attempted to open his mouth and the layer of skin between his lips only got thicker and thicker till it was indistinguishable from the rest of his face.

The King tried to scream.

It went dead half way though.

Gael knew with sickening certainty that the man's throat was fused together. Leaving him incapable of making noise.

A silence washed over everyone present, or maybe Gael lost the ability to hear anything but the man's screams. He couldn't tell the difference, the idea of looking away didn't even cross his mind. The other spectators seemed distant and hazy. Like they didn't exist, and the only real thing in the world was the Bandit King and his flesh binding him still.

As the leader of an adventuring party, that roams the lands fighting monsters and evil men alike, Gael had never understood how someone could be scared still. Scared into freezing, giving up on all of their options, refusing to move. Run away, fight, it doesn't matter. He never could understand how someone just couldn't move.

Until now.

Not a hint of shock touched his mind as the King's hands fused to his face. The thought of what would happen if he was on a horse briefly crossed his mind and he immediately dismissed it. There is no need to think about that.

"Well," Mylah said, coldly with a bit of the sweetness Gael always heard from her. "Since you can't move, or speak," She giggled at that, and Gael was finally struck with the fact that he barely knew her. "Kick your legs to surrender and I'll reverse the process!" Mylah's smile was bright and competitive. Like when she figured out a puzzle, Gael had no clue how she did this without flinching once.

The Bandit King kicked his legs wildly, and that was the end of that conflict. The disbandment was a quick and silent affair, and no one breathed too loudly where Mylah could hear for the next week.

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"You guys are such babies." Mylah said, rocking back and forth on her heels. "That wasn't even the coolest idea I had. Next time I was gonna keep growing their teeth and other stuff."

Gael looked a bit queasy as she spoke.

"Maybe you should stick to the back..." Gael said, avoiding her eyes. "We should only bring out the big guns if someone is really a problem

Mylah rolled her eyes and nodded in false agreement, and watched as Gael scurried off to who knows where like he's been doing for the last week or so.

"Babies." She muttered under her breath.

This is what she gets for adventuring with a group of people who have never seen a proper undead before.

The rest of your party is always making sure that you, the healer, stay in the back. Not because they don’t want you to get hurt, but because they all still remember the last time you took the front line and nobody wants a repeat of that.

#tw body horror #original writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing #writerblr #writers on tumblr #my writng #body horror

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bonesofghostkat · 2 years ago

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HERRSCHER OF CORRUPTION YOU ASSHOLE!!!

First you kill my meow meow Pardo and Vill.v admitted SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE, but then you have THE AUDACITY TO MAKE Griseo KILL KOSMA AND HERSELF?!? You are worse than the skum of the earth, you make my blood boil with hatred equal to the heat of 100 suns, you make me wish I could enter the game world so I could delete you myself, and I hope Mei kills you in the most painful way possible bitch.

#honkaimpact3rd #honkai impact 3rd #honkai 3rd #griseo #pardofelis #kosma #herrscher of corruption

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beautiful-disasters-sunshine · 4 years ago

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Chaotic Daminette

"Are you sure you will be alright," Marinette asked Damian as she moved nimbly climbed the shoe shelf. Setting yet another stink bomb in its place and insuring it didnt go off before they wanted.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life Angel," he replied from the opposite shelf completing the same task as her. "I've missed the city and my stupid family. You would think after working so hard to bring me back, the last thing they would do was send me away." Damian said rolling his eyes, "That or at least stay in contact. I cant wait to tare into them about it as well."

Marinette looked over at her faithful dance partner, loyal co-mischief maker, and loving boyfriend. She could tell that he was telling the truth from the sure determination in his emerald green eyes. She nodded then sighed before replying. "Yeah one would think that. I'll make sure to keep a rolling camera on them at all times. I bet they wont know what to make of you anymore." They both laughed as they completed their tasks. You see it was 5 am and they had snuck into the school early to do one last prank before they were set to leave later that day.

Their last hera before they leave for the next 4 months. As such they decided to stink bomb all of the dancers shoes, put glitter in the tubas, switch the utensils from the kitchen with tools from the woodshop, filled the design rooms with balloons and taped all the drawers shut changed multiple room number placks around as well as changing the combination for every locker.

Were they going overboard? No, well at least not in their opinion. The school was going to be out of their clutches for 4 months they had to make sure this prank kept people on their toes for months. The glitter they hid in multiple other areas would insure that remains of this prank may never leave the school's halls.

Where are they going, you may ask. Well if you haven't figured it out they would be going to Gotham. The two were the best dancers in the school and were hand picked to dance in multiple shows and Galas that were set to happen in Gotham. Of course Uncle Jagged would be going as supervision as Damians legal guardian (since he was 11) and Marinettes fathers best friend it only seemed right.

"If I didnt know any better Angel I would think your more nervous about this then I am." Damian commented as they walked hand in hand to the nearest coffee shop his hand gently squeezing hers.

" This time tomarrow we are going to be in Gotham, your family lives their.... What if they dont like me? I dont know if...."

"Dont go their Angel, its impossible to hate you, I think our relationship is evidence of that. I mean last my family knew I hated anyone but them... except for Drake." Marinette gave a light laugh as they ordered then collected their coffee before sitting at a booth. She still couldnt help but feel self conscious, she staired down at her lap for a few moments before Damian lifted her chin.

"Beloved Angel, I've told you this before and I will remind you till the end of time if I have to. Nothing and I mean NOTHING that liar and her sheep said are correct. Please dont believe them."

He of course was talking about Lila and their old class. The people they had once called friends even if Damian was begrudged to at the beginning. Now Damian wished that he and his Angle had never been in contact with such lowlife skum as them, as he continued to watch his love suffer.

He leaned over the table before gently kissing Marinette on the lips, finally breaking her funk and making her laugh once again as he blew a gentle raspberry to her cheek as he pulled away.

"Your right," she replied, "but then again your always right my dove."

"You know it," he chuckled placing one final kiss to her lips before they left the coffee shop. Heading off to school to watch as people started to become trapped in what may be their most epic prank yet.

@maribat-is-lifeblood @wannajointhecrabcult @artxyra

#ml x dc #maribat #maridami #damianette #daminette #dance au #class salt #pranks #school pranks

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softlavenderanimeedits · 1 year ago

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#skum's wish #shoujo ai #yuri #weird anime #screenshot #edited

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burning-clutch · 4 years ago

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Shielded From The Truth

Cross posted on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30441042 -.-.-.-.- Warnings: Mild wounds. Number two in the phic phight! When his parents put a shield up around Casper high to keep the ghosts out, and it means that Danny’s day hardly goes to plan. And he was so close to being on time for once too…. PHIC PHIGHT 2021 For team ghost! -.-.-.-.-.- Prompt by: Silverwing013 Danny's parents have kindly offered to set up a ghost shield generator for Casper High. Hijinks ensue as Danny attempts to handle the situation.

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Danny groaned as he only half listened to his parents rattle off whatever ghost nonsense they were going on about as he ate his breakfast. A bowl of dry cereal because the milk was contaminated and he really didn’t want to chance it giving him more than a stomach ache. This had become the norm this week it seemed as his parents seemed invested more than usual into the ghost shields that they had been working on and improving.

Why only shields? They would be installing one in the school soon… but beyond that? He wasn’t sure. They probably told him, sure, but being a teenager and one that had parents that hated half of him, had the effect of making him only lightly listen to the weapons and things that were meant to fully kill him off. That and at least the ghost shields weren’t usually a hindrance to him, in fact, they had proven themselves useful on a few occasions.

Plus he had the added advantage of being able to simply return to his human form and slip through the shield with little issue. Given his parents had no knowledge of half ghosts existing, at least he hoped not, they shouldn’t be designing a ghost and human shield. After all, that would defeat the purpose, right? It wasn’t as if Amity really had any human threats anymore.

Well, regardless of the eccentricities of his parents he could at least take some comfort in the fact that Skulker couldn’t simply attack the school to get to him any longer.

Small mercies he supposed.

Danny blinked as his father said something to him before slapping him on his back causing the teen to practically choke on his cereal from the force of the smack. “Isn’t that just great Dann-o?” the large man exclaimed happily before looking at his son expectantly. Oh great, he wanted him to ask something? Great.

“S-Sure” Danny choked out as he flailed, grabbing in front of him for the orange juice he had nabbed from the fridge, it thankfully hadn’t been in there long enough to start glowing… yet…

He shook his head as he finally got his breath back without inhaling dry cereal pieces into his lungs. When he was sure he wasn’t going to sound like some dollar store squeaky toy he tried to ask his parents a question, always a dreadful time if he were honest, but hey, he would usually be late for school anyway.

“So this will go around the whole school?” Danny tried weakly.

“Yep! And the best part is it’ll sense where there's an evil ectoplasmic entity nearby and spring up instantly! We made sure there won’t be a ghost within Twenty feet of the school before that puppy jumps up to the rescue! Like a big Fenton airbag!” Jack exclaimed all too enthusiastically for what the current time in the AM should allow a normal person to exhume.

Danny hummed noncommittally and sent a glance of ‘help me’ to his sister, who, in turn, rolled her eyes at her little brother. “And the shield even uses the ghost’s power to run the shield right?” Jazz asked side eyeing her father from her own spot not wanting to fully engage in the conversation they were having.

“Oh, yea! That’s the best part!” Jack practically cheered out.

“And the stronger the evil skum is the faster the shield will react and sooner it will be picked up. It will only go off on a level three or higher.” Maddie explained with a pleasant smile as she sips at her coffee.

“And we got it all finished last night to be ready for you kids today” Jack added happily.

“Hooray, more fun on a Monday” Danny sighed out into his last bites of cereal. Jazz snorted but didn’t comment, though Danny blew her a childish raspberry.

Jack continued to go on about the more intricate details of the shield they had put up though only one thing really caught his attention in the spiel, “-And Vladdie helped with the funding to outfit the school! Even helped us get the materials we needed to make such a large shield!”

“Ah, there it is…” Danny groaned letting his head fall forward onto the table in instant defeat.

“Danny! I really wish you would learn not to stay up so late playing video games! Look at you! If I get another call from one of your teachers about you sleeping in class-” Maddie started only for Danny to cut her off jumping to his feet.

“Yep! Thanks for that, mom! Look at the time! Love you bye!” Danny prattled off quick as could be before grabbing his book bag by his feet and bolting like a scared rabbit. After all, if his mother never finished that sentence when he inevitably fell asleep he couldn’t be grounded… she never officially gave him the last warning…

That’ll work, right?

It wasn’t long when he was out of the house that he was at his usual waiting spot for Sam and Tucker. Unsurprisingly, Sam got there first though they didn't have to wait long for Tucker to lumber forward, half asleep to his friends, and together they made their way towards the school as a unit.

Things seemed well enough until he got onto the stairs leading up to the main doors. That was when all hell broke loose. A deep alarm sounded before his father’s voice rang out from the speakers, in his over the top cheery way that only Jack Fenton knew how to pull off.

“Attention kids! Guess there’s an evil spook nearby so we’re deploying the shield! This ghost protection was brought to you by Fenton-works and sponsored by your mayor!”

Danny frowned. “My ghost sense didn’t go off…” He mentioned quietly to his friends.

“Maybe the shield sensors are more sensitive than you are?” Tucker asked with a frown.

“Since when?” Sam argued incredulously.

“Well who or whatever it is, it isn’t bothering me right now and no one’s screaming, no one’s panicking, so it can wait. I’m actually going to be on time for once!” Danny says waving the notion off.

He continues his trek up the stairs and towards the doors of the school, though when he reaches the threshold of the shield he finds himself having to really push hard against the thing. It was like hitting a wall of foam or Jell-O. He could push through if he pressed hard enough but it was not pleasant or as easy as going through the air.

Once through the initial shield wall, he blinked slowly feeling sluggish and as though all his limbs were moving through water. He even sort of felt like he was having to ‘swim’ as he walked like he was both heavier and lighter than he should be, but unable to find that buoyancy happy middle ground.

“Dude…” Tucker said smartly as he frowned at his friend’s almost slow motion, yet stop motion like movements. It was eerie, to say the least, not to mention the more pressing issue that he noticed right off the hop, “Your eyes are shining, man. And your, um… Neck...”

Sam, ever prepared for whatever bull their lives seem to throw their way, slipped her bag around to her front and offered Danny a pair of sunglasses, which the halfa put on promptly, along with the spider webbed patterned black and silver scarf. “I mean, it’s better,” Sam argued, not even giving Tucker's look of disapproval her full attention.

“They’re spider glasses.” The boy states with a shake of his head. “Not really digging the whole-” Tucker waved his arm about Danny’s head in little circles, “-pseudo goth thing” he finished finally. Though he had to admit it was at least marginally better than seeing his friend’s glowing eyes and the electric scars showing up on his neck and disappearing under his shirt collar.

“Better?” Danny asked out sluggish, his voice almost sounding like it was being drawn out on a tape deck that was starting to lack battery power and not playing at quite the proper speed making the pitch and timing slower and lower.

Sam and Tucker shared a look before offering a thumbs up to their friend, both deciding it better not to address… whatever that was… The look they shared between one another spoke of their mutual hope that this would perhaps be one of those problems that simply go away on its own.

Ignoring the problems they have usually makes it go away… Yeah, that always works out.

Danny makes a grab for the door to pull it open again, having that weird slow stop motion effect, like he was flickering between blinks rather than making a smooth motion forward. “Ehm, maybe don’t move around too much man… it’s um… creeping me out.” Tucker offers helpfully.

“Huh?” it took Danny a minute to process, as while he looked slow to them they seemed to be hyped up on caffeine to him… “Why are you talking so fast?” He wondered, his head almost appearing to glitch into a tilted and confused look.

“I think the ghost shield is making you go all slow motion. Just stop talking.” Sam says forcefully before letting out a shudder of her own.

Sam and Tucker share a glance before they each grab onto one of Danny’s arms and half drag him off to his locker. Despite his friends’ efforts he still got many looks shot his way, and a couple of people started whispering to one another as he passed by them.

“How is this going to work if I’m already weirding everyone out?” Danny asked, voice still sounding like a slowed record as he blinked sluggishly and his head jerked almost unsteadily from side to side. From his perspective, everyone was speeding along and talking at 1.5 times the normal speed.

“Maybe I should look for the ghost that triggered this, maybe Tuck, can you look into this mess?” Danny asked after a moment of trying to figure out what was being said around him through the noise of the hall.

“Yeah that might be best…” Sam responded shifting from leg to leg as she locks eyes with a basketball jock who was staring at their group incredulously.

“I got you, man, I’ll change everything to present and, block any ‘call home’ recommendations.” Tucker pipped up already pulling out his PDA to set that up preemptively.

Danny nodded and let out a hum before glitching his way out the nearest exit and out of the shield’s bounds. Once he slipped back out through the barrier, strangely enough, a harder feat than it was getting in, but that wasn’t a problem he wanted to focus on, he already blamed Vlad so he would simply continue to do so until the fruitloop showed himself.

As soon as he was through the green line of the shield Danny practically fell forward in relief. That stifling feeling now gone from his core and bones making his movements fluid and normal, well as normal as a clumsy half ghost could be anyhow…

It was a moot point and not one Danny wanted to think on too long. He gave a quick “thanks” to his friends, before diving between the dumpster and the school’s bricks, transforming into his ghostly alter ego and taking off into the sky. He would do a few laps around the school and city as he looks for whatever ghost set off the shield.

-BREAK-

It wasn’t until lunchtime Danny returned looking much more windswept and all around more miserable. He entered the courtyard through the side joining his friends out on the picnic table they had claimed. He made it over to them, flopped down on the bench next to tucker with a groan before his head smacked into the table before him.

“You find them?” Tucker asked around whatever horrid monstrosity of a sandwich he was eating, spewing bits of half chewed bred at Danny’s head.

“No” Came the muffled reply, filled with tired disdain.

“No ghost sense?” Sam wandered, flicking the bits of bread from Danny’s raven hair and back towards Tucker.

“No”

“Huh… You think it was you who set off the shield?” Sam wondered with a thoughtful frown.

“When I went into the back end of the generator though it wasn’t supposed to go off for anything that low, Danny in human form is like a two at best,” Tucker argued spinning his PDA around to show what he’d found when he hacked into the motherboard of the Fenton’s latest device.

Danny groaned. He supposed had he listened to his parents he could have been more prepared for whatever lunacy his parents’ decided to toss his way but alas, his short attention span and teenage rebellion and lack of caring got the best of him yet again.

Joyous of joys.

He tuned out his friend’s back and forthing for a bit, wondering if he could get away with smashing the device as Phantom when Tucker had his a-ha moment of discovery. Danny turned his head and raised a brow at his friend who was furiously typing away at his device.

“You were right about Vlad, Sam”

“Naturally,” She agreed.

“Well, he had an over right line here specifically set for Phantom’s ecto- signature,” the boy states running his finger along the line of code he’d found in the program.

Danny’s mood instantly brightened at that. “So then we just get rid of that bit right? And BAM everything’s fine?” He asked. “Man, what happened to me? Why do I want to get into the school again?”

“To keep up the illusion of normalcy on this mortal plane.” Sam supplied stabbing at her salad a little more forcefully than she probably needed to.

“Eh, yeah, I suppose.” Danny agreed with a lacklustre shrug.

“There, that should do it” Tucker spoke, interrupting whatever tangent Sam was getting ready to spew off about how normalcy was only an illusion created by corporations or some other such thing.

“And just in time The bell just rang,” Danny says with a small grin clasping a firm hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “Nice one Tucker!” he cheered as the trio made their way over to the doors that would lead them back into the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, as soon as Danny’s hand hit the door handle the shield once again sprung to life, though this time, instead of simply having a hard time passing through the shield, he was thrown back across the field earning a cry from several students who were following the trio.

“Grapes of wrath Mister Fenton!” Lancer, (of course it was Lancer) shouted out in worry, his shout even carrying over the prerecorded message containing his father’s voice. Lancer half jogged half waddled over to Danny who blinked up blearily to his teacher, eyes flashing green for the briefest of seconds before draining back to blue.

“Leave it to Fen-turd to get himself possessed.” Dash snorted from behind the pot bellied teacher earning a few nervous glances between the small crowd of gathering students. The mutterings of the students didn’t take long to start up after that.

“I’m not possessed,” Danny argued, though, it was rather hard to make said argument when the palm of his hand was burned and leaking ectoplasm from where he had touched the door.

“Course he’s not possessed! He’s a ghost himself!” Wes shouted pointing an accusatory finger at the youngest Fenton.

Danny glared. “Not the time Westly.” He muttered under his breath as he was hauled to his feet by his friends. He tried to brush himself off only to end up smearing the ectoplasm from his hand onto his jeans, leaving a luminescent streak across his thigh.

Seeing his chance the ginger jock was all too eager to point it out. “See look! He’s bleeding ectoplasm!”

“No, I’m not! It’s from the shield! it sputtered out at me.” Danny tried to protest, though even in his own ears it sounded like a weak argument.

“Really?” Wes argued and marched over to the shimmering shield. The teen waved his arms about freely in the shield’s range hopping back and forth pointedly across the line of the barrier before showing his hands and clothes were completely clean of any glowing goo. “See! Ghost!” he accused again after he did a little pirouette to show his lack of ectoplasm.

“Yeah? Well, it sputtered at Danny only ‘cuz it turned on with him in the threshold.” Sam tried to argue back glaring at the ginger, venom in her gaze.

“Well then, why don’t you just walk through the shield Fen-toad?” Dash said with a smarmy grin, ever eager to get his own jabs in and seemingly not wanting to be outshined by the ginger conspiracy theorist’s bullying of his favourite punching bag.

“Fine” He spat back bitterly and marched up to the shield with a huff.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance with one another as Danny presses his hand into the shield again. Thankfully this time there wasn’t anything that blows him back but he also really had to try and push through the shield.

Danny could see out of the corner of his eye Wes’s smug grin as he grunts and does his best to push through the shield. His persistence is rewarded and he falls to the ground on the other side jumping up and giving a quick ‘HA!’ as he faces the small gathering crowd of students shifting uncomfortably just beyond the shield.

Sam had a look of exasperation and she looked like she was trying to restrain herself from face palming. Tucker on the other hand had no such restraint. He was almost over eager to bury his face into his hands.

From Danny’s perspective, he simply smacked into the ground and stood back up, but from the other students’ perspectives, Danny fell into the shield but instantly slowed down, looking as though he were falling with the moon’s gravity rather than the earthly speed everyone was used to. It also didn’t really look to them like he had hit the ground, instead glitching his body back into an upright position before cheering in that low slow motion state as he had earlier.

And if that wasn’t damning enough his eyes were glowing a lovely shade of ectoplasmic green.

Wes smirked, seemingly very smug and content with himself and this development. “See told you all he was a ghost!”

“T-that’s enough Mister Weston… Right…” LAncer muttered to himself a few moments watching as Danny seemed to glitch about as he cheered before seemingly realizing something was wrong. “I think there was a procedure to depossess a student…I bet the teachers in Bridgestone don’t have to exercise their students in this manner…” He complains. Sure they had gym class and he would appreciate the pun and irony if he wasn’t so tired.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” he muttered, ignoring the look of panic that spread across Danny’s face.

It took some doing, a lot of flailing limbs and pressing himself against the damn shield, but Danny soon was through back out and free. His eyes still glowed brightly as he stared at his classmates looking very much like a deer in the headlights. Eyeshine and all might he add.

A few of the students were snickering, because only in Amity park could one get possessed by a ghost and have it come across as though someone had merely said something embarrassing or misheard an instruction and was now staring blankly ahead.

“Er….” Danny stared at his classmates half panicked before simply vanishing from view.

“Moby Dick!” Lancer exclaimed, almost dropping the book he was thumbing through from the Fenton parents. Sure it was a ghost, and could potentially be dangerous, but it wasn’t attacking so there wasn’t really anyone panicking.

Instead, the teacher simply felt tired. “Right, I’ll call the Fentons and let them deal with this, Everyone back inside I do believe the lunch bell rang already!” the teacher called out shooing the students into dispersing.

Danny stood there invisibly and holding strong as he internally groaned. At least they thought he was possessed, that could be easily explained away but he was not looking forward to trying to explain it to his parents…

Still maybe if he gets ahead of this…

It was with that thought in mind that he bolted away into the treeline beside the school, transformed and headed off to his home landing in his bedroom only a few minutes later. He went human, back intangible and invisible came out the door, made sure the coast was clear before speeding his way down into the basement.

He just made it down the stairs startling his mother and father who blinked at him curiously, when the phone rang cutting off his mother’s “Honey? What are you doing home so soon?”

“It’s the school calling Mads,” Jack says, sounding disappointed as the large man sent a look of disapproval to his boy.

“Wait!” Danny jumped forward answering the phone and instantly hanging it up.

“Daniel!” His mother exclaimed abashedly.

“I wanna explain first! Do you know how all your stuff goes off on me? Well, the shield at school started doing that and they think I’m possessed! I’m not, it's just the… ya know…” Danny rambled off hurriedly hoping against hope that his parents wouldn’t try to send him to decontamination … again… (Thanks to his ghost half, it burned in places he didn’t ever want to burn)

“You’re possessed Dann-o?!” Jack exclaimed instantly pulling a Fenton gun from somewhere on his person and brandishing it towards his son.

Danny threw his hands up and waved them placatingly at his father. “NO! Just the normal stuff! The contamination from the portal accident set it off. I got too close to the sensor!” He says quickly ignoring how his parents seem to flinch slightly.

His parents shared a look before his father seemed to deflate, seemingly upset at the fact his son wasn’t possessed. “I thought we fixed that... “ Jack says with a frown. “But, we can’t let the school know we may have messed it up! I know we’ll just run the tests again and fix it in the night!”

“Yeah, that would be- Wait what?” Danny blinks. Why couldn’t they just go down and fix it normally? Of course, his parents had to be weird about this too. “Thanks… Is there anything you need from me to help?”

And with those words said he almost instantly regretted it. “Well… We would really like to know why your ecto signature lines up perfectly with Phantom’s but perhaps that can wait.” Maddie offered with a small amused smile.

Danny sputtered at that, “Wh-What?”

“We set up a monitoring system so we can tell which ghosts most frequent the school… Phantom was the one that triggered the shield twice today. There actually wasn’t anything else that did,” Maddie explained with a deepening frown.

“You sure you’re not possessed, son?” Jack asked again this time sounding almost defeated in how, well, normal a volume he asked that. The hidden meaning was all too obvious especially after he mentioned his accident…

They thought he was dead! The portal killed him! And as the growing pit of dread grew into Danny’s stomach he couldn’t help but feel awful knowing they were correct in that assumption, well at least half right anyhow.

“Yeah… I’m… I’m me…” Danny managed out his voice cracking

“O-oh hun....” Maddie sniffed.

“But it’s not I… I’m me, I promise and I’m not all dead. I still have a heartbeat and everything!” Danny argued or rather tried to as his mother was quick to kneel before him taking his face in her hands as tears bubbled down her chin.

“Mom really I’m like … half at most. More human with a side of ghostly abilities ya know?”

“Oh, it’s okay Dann-o… You're still my son, I know ya are. It’s been almost a year since that accident and you’re mostly still you.” Jack said. “Just worse grades and more hormones and-”

“Thanks, guys really,” Danny sighed in relief both at dodging the potentially awkward birds and ghostly bees talk as well as the tepid acceptance he was getting. Awkward though it may be it was still acceptance nonetheless. He was happy for it just the same.

“Maybe while we work on fixing up the shield to ignore Phantom’s signature you can tell us about some things?” Maddie asked sniffling again as she looked over her son’s face trying her best to hold herself together and not outright bawl at the thought she had killed her youngest child.

“Y-yeah… I’ve been wanting to tell you about this for a while now but, well, ya know…” Danny offered uselessly.

“I think it’s us who should apologize for that, son but maybe we can just all go get some triple chocolate fudge milkshakes and go deal with that shield after dinner?” Jack offered with a smile, ever the one to break up tension.

“Yeah, yeah… that sounds good.” Danny agreed. Well, it wasn't how he was expecting this to go, but he was kinda glad it ended up like this. Maybe now they could repair their strained relationship.

As Maddie ruffled up Danny’s hair the teen offered her his first genuine smile in almost a year.

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#phic phight 2021 #Phic Phight #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #lancer #ghost shields are a problem #kinfa fluffy #danny is so done

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thatbitchydonutcollector · 5 years ago

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Rhysand! For the character thing.

Do you love/hate this character?

Love love love. With everything I have.

What’s your favorite trait of this character?

His infinite resilience, compassion, and power. Can I just say everything?

What’s your favorite moment/event involving this character?

“’There are different kinds of darkness,’Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. ‘There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.’ I pictured each. ‘There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.’“ (ACOMAF)

If you could have one power/attribute/etc. of this character, what would it be?

I would want his wings! Oh to be able to fly.. or maybe his powers? Darkness+mind powers?

When did you fall in love/hate with this character?

I absolutely HATED him in ACOTAR. I hate to say it, but in those days I was a Tam Tam stan. I remember despising Rhys when he had Tamlin get on his knees-- but now I reread that scene and just “YES, TOOL. LOWER. BOW LOWER YOU SKUM.”

Who’s your OTP for this character?

His lovely starcrossed mate, Feyre, of course. To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered.

Send me a character in my asks! 🌿

#rhysand #rhys #feysand #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm

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rosieclark · 5 years ago

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Okay so I have no idea what it was, but the post by @rueitae over on the @seeds-of-the-garden blog just jolted my juices! I definitely suggest reading the prompt here! Huge shout out to all ya’ll at seeds! You guys are doing an absolutely phenomenal job!

“Let me see the goods,” Sendak barked from his side of the port. Pidge grit her teeth and bit back a snarky response. As much as she hated other people--particularly members of the Galra Navy--talking down to her, she wasn’t willing to risk the exchange.

Keeping her back straight, she marched over to where her first mate Keith was resting a hand on the shoulder of a bound and kneeling Lance/ As gently as she could without breaking character, she pulled him to his feet and shoved him towards the middle of the deck. Once they were facing Sendak, she pushed him to his knees again and yanked off the burlap sack that was covering his face.

“Wha--” Lance blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine.

“Sir Lance,” Sendak called, his voice the most polite Pidge had ever heard it. “Are you in good health?”

Lance cocked his head. “I’m feeling quite ill Captain,” he coughed as if to emphasize his point, and it took all of Pidge’s willpower not to rum his back soothingly. “Although I’m sure you’re already quite aware of this. I was informed of the presence of a doctor…?” His tone was dismissive.

Pidge knew Lance was wealthy, be had confessed to being a spoiled brat on many occasions, but seeing him transform from the caring, outgoing Lance she had come to know aboard her ship to the snarky and arrogant Lance who was ordering Sendak around… well, that was a shock to her system.

Sendak, to his credit, didn’t even seem fazed. Of course Sir, at once.” He bowed before snapping his fingers. A lanky man wearing the Garla Navy uniform stepped forward, his head bowed. He approached the pair, medical bag in one head. Pidge stepped to the side to let him examine Lance in private. She kept her eyes trained on Sendak, on his forces.

She knew never to trust a member of the Galra Fleet, and Sendak was by no means an exception. He was notorious around the sea for his ruthless methods of dispersing justice to scavengers and pirates, people like herself. Behind him stood a small group, no more than twenty, but all armed to the tee. Pidge knew that if it came to it, her crew could take them, but not without sacrifice.

“Hey now, what is that?” Lance’s voice rang out, jerking her back to the present. She stalked over to the pair, her eyes fixed themselves on the syringe in the doctor's hand.

“Just a pain killer Sir, nothing to worry about.” The doctor promised, his hand reaching out and grabbing Lance’s leg. “Now hold still.”

That voice. Pidge knew that voice, but from where? She began to run through all the run-ins with the Galra that she could, trying to pinpoint the man's voice.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Lance was scooching away. “I get squeamish with unknown liquids entering my body via sharp object.”

“I told you Sir, it’s a painkiller!” The doctor was crawling after Lance, and Pidge finally had enough of this nonsense.

“That’s it,” she scolded, pushing the man back on his heels. “He clearly doesn’t want the injection, so don’t force it.”

The doctor twisted back to look at Sendak, who gave a nod. Then he looked up. “As you wish m’lady.” His grin was nothing short of feral, and Pidge’s heart skipped a beat.

No.

It couldn’t be.

He was supposed to be dead.

Haxus.

Before she could recover there was a sharp pain in her thigh, and Pidge looked down in horror to see the green liquid from the syringe entering her body. She jerked away, but it was already too late. The damage had been done.

She whirled around, not willing to waste a second dwelling on the past, and shouted at her crew. “Raise the anchor! Prep for immediate departure!”

Pidge ran to her ship, grabbing Lances collar and half dragging him with her.

“Hey!” He protested, finally stumbling to his feet and running beside her.

“It’s either me, or them, you choose!” She countered, jerking her head at the wall of armed men, readying themselves to attack. Lance paled three shades and started running faster. “Good choice,” she grunted.

Pidge had no idea what Haxus had put in her system, but she knew it couldn’t be good. Already she was feeling her movements slowing, her breathing more laboured than it should be, her vision blurry. But she had to push that aside, for her crew, for her family, for Lance.

“Come on men,” she barked. “Let's get a move on before these old Galra skum get organized enough to try and blow a hole in my hull!”

A chorus of aye aye Captain’s rang out, and the familiar sounds of sailing reached her ears.

“Pidge!” Ketih called before tossing down a rope. “Grab hold!”

She reached for it, only to completely miss, almost batting Lance in the eye. A wave of dizziness swept over her, and she took a moment to steady herself.

“Woah there,” Lance reached out concerned. “Are you okay?”

She shook him off, nodding. “Yeah. Probably just tired.” She tried reaching for the rope again, but failed.

“Come on Pidge,” Lance effortlessly grabbed for the rope with one hand and pulled her to him with his free arm. “Hold tight.”

Before she could protest, they were being lifted into the air, Keith and his men hoisting them to safety. Pidge rested her forehead on Lance’s chest, trying to save what little energy she had. She was so tired.

“Jesus Pidge,” Lance cursed under his breath. “You’re burning up.” His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to his warm body, the firm muscles of his chest--

Pidge blamed Haxus’s syrum on her delusional thoughts. She hadn’t even noticed Lance picking her up, and carrying her to the middle of the deck. Keith was in front of them, worry etched in his expression.

“Captain! What happened?”

She shook her head. “Nothing, I’m fine.” Pidge hit Lance’s shoulder. “Put me down princeling!”

“Still not a prince,” Lance grumbled, reluctantly setting her on her feet. “You should really rest Captain.”

Pidge scoffed, shaking her head. “I’ll rest when we’re far away from Sendak and his goons. Report Keith.”

Her first mate started explaining what had happened, but all she could see was his mouth moving. He sounded like he was underwater. She swayed.

“Pidge?”

Lance.

“I, um--” She raised a hand to her forehead trying to alleviate the overwhelming pressure building in her head.

“You don’t look too good captain,” Rover, the youngest member of her crew piped up. “A couple shades paler than usual.

If she let them know what had happened, they’d call a physician and then her secret would be out. Frantically she looked around for Lance. She could trust him. Her eyes met his panicked ones.

“Haxus may have injected me with something earlier.” She swallowed, her throat suddenly very dry. “I don’t feel too good.” She looked at Lance again, pleading at him with her eyes to take her away somewhere private. He nodded discreetly.

Ketih cursed, running a hand through his hair. Strong arms picked her up, and she recognized Lance’s familiar scent.

“I’ll take he--him to his quarters.” She could feel the rumbling of his voice.

She only had time to be grateful he’d understood the message before the world went dark.

#pidge #lance #plance #wateringmyplance #angst #au #pirate au!#voltron

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melyaliz · 5 years ago

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Hidden Rainbow

Requested by @speedypan

Fandom: DC / Young Justice

Pairing: Bart Allen x OC slight Will Harper x OC

Notes: This takes place around season 2ish.

I honestly really want to write more Gigi and Bart stuff (or just more Gigi stuff) So Thank you Kim for the request. I’m sorry if there isn’t enough Faith and Gigi.

More about Gigi

Maia is owned by @royslittleharper

All Masterlists @melyalizarchive

Connect with me! AO3 / Instagram / Pinterest

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“They are scared” Antoinette’s voice flooded Gigi’s mind as the two small girls lay in their bed “I can hear their voices so loudly”

Gigi took her twin’s hand closing her eyes “It’s ok, they are our parents they will take care of us”

“I don’t think they can.” her sister’s voice had an edge to it. “The bad man is coming.”

“The bad man can’t get us, remember what daddy said.”

Antoinette shook her head moving closer to her sister the fear and dread she could hear her mother’s thoughts telling her otherwise. Even at her age of 4 she knew, she knew it was coming.

“It’s ok,” Her sister’s voice broke through Antoinette’s thoughts, “I’m here for you, we are a team remember.”

A promise made by two girls who were much too young to understand who they were or what was out there for them. Just two children barely babies who didn’t understand that sometimes promises can be broken by fate itself.

--12 years later --

“I’m telling you, it’s an army of penguins.”

“But if she saved Santa wouldn’t it be more like reindeer? Or I don’t know, something cooler like Dragons?”

“You don’t think Penguins are cool?” Gigi looked up at her best friend who was swinging her legs back and forth on the counter as she watched Gigi construct her classic ice cream concoction.

“I mean Gotham has this villain named the Penguin and he’s kind of a dork.”

“You say that about all the villains.”

“That’s because they are!”

Two types of chocolate syrup on top of three sugar cubes, and don’t forget the sprinkles (rainbow of course). Faith stole a bit of her friend’s ice cream with her finger, however the moment it touched her lips she made a face. “Honestly, I don’t know how you can eat that.. It’s… kind of sweet.”

“I have a refined pallet.” Now to add some extra whip cream before topping it with cocoa pebbles cereal.

“Is that what we are calling it?”

The sound of the alarms went off in base, an intruder. Both girls looked up at the flashing lights confused.

What was going on?

“Should we…” Faith’s voice trailed off as a yellow streak flashed by the kitchen only to come back for a moment the speedster slowing down enough so both girls could see him.

A bright red-haired boy stood there for a moment his head cocked to one side looking over the two girls who were sitting there just looking back. Well in Gigi’s case she was standing there, a large bowl of diabetes in her hand a spoon of said treat in her mouth.

A second later he was gone, Nightwing shouting something from the command room.

“Who the hell was that?” Faith asked, her friend shrugged taking another bite of her ice cream.

“Do we go find out?”

“I guess, I mean alarms are a bad thing, right?” Jumping off the counter Faith sighed running her fingers through her hair “I can’t keep up with the comings and goings of this place.”

-----5 years ago----

“They found your sister,” Jean’s said gently as she walked into Gigi’s room. It had been Three years since Gigi had lost her sister. She was still just a kid. A kid who’s world had been filled with villains and heroes. People who cared for her and made sure she was safe. They were her family, helping her find her sister. Helping her learn about her own powers.

“But Gigi,” Jean’s voice trailed off for a moment as if she wasn’t sure how to put what had happened into words. This was their lives the young teen thought as she looked down at the young girl before her. This unrealistic crazy life.

“Is she ok? Is Antoinette ok?”

“The bad guys, the people who took her. They were collecting mutants from all different times and, while it’s only been three years for us it’s been… nine for her.”

----------Present ----------

Never in the red-haired girl’s life had she never imagined she would ever be part of this.

The big leagues.

Being a mutant meant there was a certain stigma attached to her, being born with a deformity, something that wasn’t right.

A mutation.

Yet here she was. Going on a mission with the sidekicks of some of the greatest heroes around, Superman, Flash, and Batman. And being led by the best of the best.

Willow.

She had saved Santa once. No other hero could top that.

“Willow, Angry Spice won’t let me sit next to him!”

“Stop calling me that!” Superboy snapped pushing Guardian Angel’s (known by Gigi as Faith her very bestest friend in the whole world) head gently as the girl bounced in her seat.

“And after I made you come on this mission and everything” Angel grumbled crossing her arms over her chest sticking out her tongue out.

“Yeah you should be grateful,” Blue Beetle said, “it took two missions before she even admitted I could stay.”

“She doesn’t have a choice who goes on these missions,” Superboy said glaring back at Angel.

“Yeah, you should be grateful you are part of the losers, it is really just Willow, Plastic-girl and I until sneaky sneaker and then BeeBee, we only took pity on you because you're always so angry.”

“Yeah” Gigi aka Plastic-girl twisted her head around in her seat exorcist style to look at Superboy, “Why are you always so angry? There are so many amazing things to be happy about. Like Vines.”

“Vines are amazing.” Impulse, aka sneaky sneaker, nodded in agreement. “Jamie spent all last night showing them to us.”

“Hey, I helped!” Angel said added.

“You spent the whole time throwing popcorn at Bart to see if he could catch them in his mouth.”

“Which he did, my favorite was when I did a backflip off the bookcase.”

“Please tell me you got that on film,” Willow said

“Of course” Plastic-girl, said holding up her phone to show the greatest hero that ever lived. “I’m going to start our own vine account.”

“Too bad it no longer exists.”

“WHAT!?!” Both Plastic-girl and Impulse cried in pure shock and horror.

“WHY!?!”

“What villain did this?”

“It’s because he crashed the mode”

“Wait really?”

“Don’t say that to them Angel, they don’t know.”

“Impulse wouldn't do that, would you.”

“You think I would?” the look on Impulse’s face was so hurt that Plastic-girl instantly regretted saying it.

“No of course not! You are here to save us all not take away happiness and joy. In fact, you have brought extra happiness and joy since joining our team.”

“Wait I have?”

“Yeah I mean did you see all those videos we did, they are so cool.” Plastic-girl scooted close to Impulse to show him more of the videos she had taken from her best friend and the best hero (besides Willow of course) doing crazy stunts.

“I’m just hoping she could cram one more happiness and joy into that sentence” Guardian Angel snickered to Superboy

“Does all their freakouts end like that?” Superboy asked as the two redheads obliviously watched the videos laughing and sitting way too close to each other to be “just friends”.

“And people said Roy and I were bad” Willow muttered.

“You guys still are,” Angel said.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

------5 years ago-----

“Antoinette?”

Antoinette turned as her young sister walked into the room. Her twin. Now 6 years younger than her. It was as if they didn’t even know each other anymore. Gigi her sister she was some older girl, broken and a shadow of a memory.

For Antoinette Gigi hadn’t changed at all. She was the same as she remembered. So sweet and full of possibilities. In Gigi, Antionette saw what her life could have been.

If she was still Antionette.

“It’s Hope, I know you and mom are still getting used to calling me that but… I’m sorry” Hope turned “But Antoinette just holds a lot of pain for me, from the lab and… just everything.”

“I’m sorry” Gigi whispered crawling into bed next to her sister.

“It’s not your fault, it’s because we’re mutants. People are never going to know what to do with us. Kill us or use our powers.”

“Mommy says she wishes we were normal so we didn’t have to deal with those people.”

“Yeah…” Hope’s voice trailed off, “Sometimes I do too.”

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“Plastic-girl!” Guardian Angel’s voice could be heard in the distance as Plastic-girl struggled for air as the bad guy with the huge metal arm held her up by her neck. Normally she would be able to squeeze out of this but for some reason… she couldn’t.

Her team wasn’t far off but they were also struggling with the team of them who seemed to have some impressive tech. It was like they had known they were coming. How their tech had singled them out, dividing them and coming right for Plastic-girl.

“I’m going to have fun opening you up girl,” the large man said leaning forward so only she could hear “little mutant skum, seeing how you tick, how you got those powers.”

Her world was blacking out, spots forming around the sides of her eyes. As hard as she tried she couldn’t seem to fight it.

“Relax I’m here”

Her sister's voice echoed through her mind. How? Where?

The bad guy let out a scream of pain dropping Plastic-girl gasping on the ground clutching her neck where large bruises were forming.

“Hope?”

The dark red-haired woman walked slowly through the bad guys as they all fell to the ground. Her eyes glowing red as the man who had once been strangling her twin was now screaming in pain.

“Hope let him go.” Plastic-girl whispered horsley as her sister raised her hand, “He…”

“He was going to kill you, I’m just showing him what pain he has inflicted on mutants like us.”

“No Hope… we are the good guys”

The bad guy fell to his knees tears streaming down his face as he tried to claw at his brain as Hope pulled apart his mind from the inside.

“Please!” Plastic-girl cried her voice squeaky and in so much pain it felt like she had just pulled sandpaper out of her throat. They were better than this. If they treated the bad guys the way they were treated what was the point? They would only prove them right.

They were monsters.

From where she was standing Hope let out a small grunt hitting her neck only to realize someone had shot her with a tranquilizer dart.

Willow stood a few feet away holding up her bow next to her Plastic-girl recognized Cyclops and Nightcrawler.

Nightcrawler teleports behind Hope catching her as she slowly blacked out. Plastic-girl scrambled to her feet feeling two hands helping her.

“I got you,” Impluse said next to her, “Are you ok?”

“My sister…” Plastic-girl muttered tears filling her eyes threatening to fall. She wasn’t sure if it was the pain of seeing her sister like that. So angry. Filled with so much hate.

“She’s fine,” Cyclops said, “we have been looking into a gang that has been taking mutants kind of like the ones that took your sister and her friends. I knew we shouldn’t have brought her with us.”

“What do they want?” Willow asked coming up next to him

“We aren’t sure yet but it seems like maybe some kind of virus.”

“Can we help?” Angel asked glancing from Plastic-girl to her sister as she bit her lip. For a moment her eyes met Her best friend before the red-haired girl looked away.

“Not right now but thanks, this is a mutant issue.” Cyclops said “So I would appreciate if you guys maybe didn’t get the League involved they tend to make things more.. messy” he added.

“I’m not sure…”

“Yeah no problem,” Willow said cutting Superboy off shooting him a glare, “We all know what it’s like to deal with an internal issue.”

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A mutant issue, the words seemed to swim around Gigi as she sat in her bed her knees pulled up to her chest.

A mutant issue.

It was always the same. The Mutants and the Justice League.

The people who were born with a defect and those who had a defect happen to them.

No matter how much she tried to lie to herself it always felt like she didn’t belong to either of them.

Next to her Faith rubbed gentle circled around her back

“Do you think Conner will tell?” Gigi asked glancing up at her best friend.

“Maia would make him keep it quiet.”

“I just… she’s not bad you know, she just… had a lot of bad things happen to her.”

Faith shrugged, “Who am I to judge? I mean she did save your life. She seems ok to me”

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“Hey man, I was thinking maybe we could…”

“Bring Gigi’s favorite Ice cream?” Bart finished Jamie’s sentence holding up a large bowl of sweet ice things.

“What’s in that?”

“In order, two scoops of Coffee, two cookie dough and a scope of something different because you should always be open to change, three cubes of sugar then top with white and dark chocolate syrup. Add sprinkles then cover with whip cream for a surprise rainbow, add one normal gummy bear and one sour one, more whip cream with cocoa pebbles so it looks like a night sky only the opposite. Then finish with two cherries dipped in strawberry syrup.”

Jamie stood there mouth hanging open “Wow Hermano you have it bad.”

Bart blinked, a blank look on his face, “What bad?”

Jamie shook his head chuckling “Tell you what, how about you go give Gigi her special ice cream and I’ll meet up with both of you later.”

“You sure? I mean we’re all a team…”

“Naw, you go ahead.”

“Crash.”

He was gone before Jamie could say another word.

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Both girls were laying on Gigi’s bed now talking about anything and everything. Faith was telling a silly story about the last time she was on patrol with her uncle and Tim Drake when she was interrupted by a knock.

“Yeah?”

“Hey is it cool if I come in?” Bart asked peeking in. Gigi nodded sitting up giving a small wave. Her eyes and nose still slightly red from crying. “I brought gifts!” Bart said holding out the bowl of ice cream.

“It has two cherries! And a sky full of black stars.”

“And a hidden rainbow and a yin and yang gummy bears”

“Wow,” Gigi said reaching out taking the bowl before taking a bite, “You’re amazing”

Bart chuckled rubbing the back of his head, “Thanks”

“I can’t believe you remembered her whole ice cream.”

“How couldn’t I? It’s totally crash”

“Have you actually tried it?”

“No”

“Probably for the best,” Faith said motioning to a free spot next to Gigi “join us.” Bart scrambled up onto the bed glancing over at Gigi as she dug into her ice cream.

“How are you feeling?”

“Ok, this helps.”

“I’m sorry about all the mutant stuff.”

“S’ok” Gigi mumbled, “Family can just be complicated sometimes.”

“That’s why you have us,” Faith said nudging her, “We are your family too. And no matter what we have your back.”

“Y… Yeah” Bart said, “We hate seeing you sad.”

Gigi smile holding out her bowl for Bart to take a spoonful. “Thank you,” she said with a wide smile. “You guys are really the best ever” Bart matched her smile as he took a large spoonful.

“Ok wow… that is REALLY sweet”

“Told you.” Faith snickered

“It’s prefect,” Gigi said moving her spoon around so a few colored sprinkled showed up, her hidden rainbow. Like her friends, they were always there, no matter what was around they were always there ready to make her days just a little more wonderful.

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thetygre · 6 years ago

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30 Day Monster Challenge 2 - Day #5: Favorite Fish-Man

1.) Abe Sapien (BPRD)

Good old Abraham Sapien. Been with us since the fist arc of Hellboy. Abe’s come a long way since then; met his mom, found his wife, subsequently lost her, reunited with his old steampunk buddies, got elected as antichrist after Hellboy and Liz, went into a coma, mutated a couple of feet taller, and so and so on. Into Abe is thrown a lot of bigger themes that inform us of the Mignolaverse’s overall composure. On the aesthetic side, Abe always brings the ocean, fish, and water with him. Lovecraft’s fear of the ocean, Verne’s fascination, and Melville’s awe of it are all wrapped up in Abe Sapien. In his past life, he even came from a whaling family, and he was part of a secret society of ocean-worshiping spiritualists. That’s the other aesthetic cue in Abe; Victoriana. Even when in body armor and running across the flooded remains of the Gulf Coast, Abe never loses a certain gentility. But as a character theme, more than anything, I think Abe represents tragedy. He’s lost more than anyone; Even Liz can still say she has her humanity. Abe can’t even remember his past life, and now he’s becoming a little more monstrous every day.

But through all that, Abe is still maybe the most relatable member of the BPRD for me. (Well, the superpowered ones anyway.) Abe isn’t really sure of who he is or his place in the world, and he’s still looking for those connections that root a person. At the same time, Abe sticks to the middle of the road, acting as the voice of reason even in unreasonable circumstances. He’s capable of emotional outbursts and faults, but for the most part, Abe succeeds at being a good person. Abe might be the strangest core member of the BPRD, but that he’s never inhuman. We don’t need to be super heroes; just basically good people are enough to keep the world running.

2.) Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Man, I just love how cool this guy is. Sea monster octopus pirate; that’s a character description that makes my inner ten year old want to jump and down. Davy Jones’ whole character design is just so nifty; tentacle beard, organic peg-leg, crab-claw hook hand, a sweet pipe and a giant hat. Hat’s also important for the other reason I love Jones; plays into so many mythical archetypes. Costumers for PotC explicitly stated they picked Jones’ hat because it looked like horns, and they really wanted Jones to fit his role as essentially the pirate devil. As the PotC spans out, Jones is revealed to have been even more legendary characters; he’s the Old Man of the Sea that Odysseus had to wrestle to go to Hades, and Charon guiding souls over to the underworld. I’ll be honest, Davy Jones’ pathos with the lost love never really struck a chord with me. Bill Nighy’s performance of it was great, though, so props are definitely in order for that. And last, but certainly not least, I can’t not love a man who keeps a kraken as a pet.

3.) Deep Ones (H.P. Lovecraft)

The classic. The first. Your one and only. It’s beginning to look a lot like fish-men. The blue-collar workers of the Cthulhu Mythos. H.P. Lovecraft’s fear of the ocean and corrupted bloodlines all wrapped into one beautiful, horrible fish creature. Nothing quite beats Lovecraft’s originals; he goes out of his way to describe them as alien, foul, and horrible. They’re another one of those monsters you can practically smell through the pages. I think it’s safe to say that half the other fish-men on this list wouldn’t exist without the Deep Ones. People are still scared of the ocean and the alien things living in it, and the Deep Ones give that fear a face. All the while they call to some primal part of us, an archaic memory that remembers when our species used to be fish, and they tell us to come home. Just as angels call us to come to God, the Deep Ones call us back to the sea. (Also; fat and hunchbacked Deep Ones only. I’m sorry; I wish I didn’t have to make that call. If it was up to me, all Deep Ones would be valid. But these are the times we live in, and sacrifices have to be made, preferably to Father Dagon.)

4.) The Creature from the Black Lagoon (Universal Monsters)

Deep Ones lite. There’s actually a lot I like about the Creature on its own merits. It’s such a natural creature, as far as monsters go. It lives in harmony with its ecosystem, and its design really conveys that its simply a fish that has evolved into a humanoid shape. You can say the same thing about humans, though, and that ultimately is where we connect with the Creature. He’s also kind of charming in his own way; wide eyes, smiling face, no big pointy teeth. He’s practically a goldfish compared to the Deep Ones. And of course those underwater ballet sequences are still just absolutely beautiful. I think more than the Deep Ones, the Creature can probably be compared to King Kong; a primal, more innocent creature so strange that humanity wouldn’t leave it alone. Mankind’s desire to know more about the mysterious ultimately destroyed that mystery, conveying the paradox of how destructive discovery can be.

5.) The Asset (Shape of Water)

We’ve come full circle now, I suppose. Centuries ago, sailors dreamed up half women/half fish creatures to ease their loneliness, and now we’ve made a half man/half fish to do the same for women. The Asset is pretty explicitly a makeover of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, even coming from a distant part of South America. There’s also clearly some Abe Sapien in there, which is only to be expected coming from Guillermo del Toro. This might sound weird, but I think the details I appreciate most are the spines and the fangs. I know this whole movie was supposed to be about how the monster was less dangerous than the Creature, but the spines and fangs just make it feel like a more believable creature.

6.) The Creature (Monster Squad)

But before the asset, there was another Creature from the Black Lagoon reboot in The Monster Squad. This movie is just the gift that keeps on giving. I’d say that the Creature here is the strongest individual design out of the whole batch. He didn’t really do much in this movie, but he made one heck of an impression. Designed by none other than the late, great Stan Winston, this version of the Creature looks like its ready to kick ass and take names. I distinctly get the impression of a piranha from it, and you can just imagine a mob of these guys rising up out of the Amazon and pulling down a river boat.

7.) Sahuagin (Dungeons and Dragons)

There are a lot of different fish people to choose from in D&D. Kuo Toa, Skum, Locathah, mermaids, Atlanteans, and the list grow longer every year. But my personal favorite are the Sahuagin; brutal, murderous raiders living in a strict tribal hierarchy, worshiping a giant shark, and prone to mutations. While most fish men draw from Lovecraft, I got the distinct impression that the Sahuagin were more pulpy, a bit more Edgar Rice Burroughs. Even their other name, the Sea Devils, sounds like something Conan or Tarzan would fight in a comic book. Their designs are just so cool; fin ears, bullet heads, shark teeth, long tails. Before ‘scary’, these were sea monsters made to look intimidating. They are the most organized antagonistic force under the waves, threatening everything from merfolk to sailors. Their goal? Nothing short of supreme domination of the sea.

8.) Shark Giant (Bloodborne)

Another Deep One descendent, and this one hits like a truck. There’s a lot to be said for the shark giant on its own merits. It’s lack of eyes make you think that it senses by scent, and remind you of how a shark can sense a drop of blood in water a hundred miles away. There are, of course, the teeth, and how they seem to take up more space than there is for the mouth. The barnacles on its back are both a crest and a fin. Its paleness makes it seem to glow in the dark, like its bioluminescent. It really reinforces the feeling in the Fishing Hamlet that you’re underwater, like the boundaries between land, sea, and sky have been blurred. More than any other monster in the Fishing Hamlet, the shark giant is what reminds me of Lovecraft’s Dagon; a huge, deformed figure skulking over the mud of a submarine nightmare-scape.

9.) The Children of the Thing That Drifted Ashore (Junji Ito)

The Thing That Drifted Ashore isn’t even really my favorite Junji Ito sea monster story; that would probably be Gyo. But the things that come crawling out of it are some of the first fish people I find genuinely disgusting, evoking that same feeling Lovecraft wanted from his Deep Ones. The Thing had apparently swallowed dozens of people that fell into the sea over the years, keeping them in its stomach. But rather than being digested, the people changed. It’s subtle, but you can still see it; webbed fingers, widened eyes, transparent skin. Inside the Thing, the people were witnesses to the abyss of the deep sea and driven mad by it. I’m reminded of an old version of the story of Jonah I was read as a child, where Jonah looked through the great fish’s eyes and saw the fires of Sheol and the Leviathan at the bottom of the ocean. The people swallowed are reborn, now children of the Thing, belonging only to the deep sea.

10.) Otto Aquarius (The Venture Bros)

I just love this cute little guy. He’s only a minor character on the Venture Brothers, but he still made an impression on me. A half Atlantean that became a Mormon missionary, he’s just so earnest and eager. He’s an obvious play on superheroes like Namor and Aquaman, but they can’t hold a candle to this sweetheart. He’s clean, he’s polite, he’s socially conservative, he’s useless in combat; Otto’s just endearing. Dump the Asset and get with the real catch, folks.

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