#spirts

[smallerthantherain]

Dybbuk

Ah, darling My moonlit love seemingly descended from heaven above Craving Leave my body aching Memories of your touch reverberating These blissful echoes lingering on my skin I’m a morning grass petal still dripping in your midnight sin

Waking To this incessant impatience awaiting My mind is corrupted with your melody A song that I just can’t stop humming The sun rays bleeding through closed shutters This is my asylum; a chamber of rose-colored mutters A junkie waiting for the next necessary dose I keep complaining at the sun, begging for it to go “Can’t you just leave us lovers alone?”

Evening, anticipation I’m standing at the edge, teetering on abyss How does your deference make me feel like this? You’re so close now, I can almost hear you there Those soft whispers that caress the air Distant melodies harmonize my synapses Solitary confinement as our duet does begin An almost empty room where our voices blend Ah, darling My moonlit love seemingly transcended a tandem of love Fading Sieve my soul, wading Spirits blending and self-abrading These blissful echoes enter my skin I’m a midnight chapel and you’re the worship I let in

[dachmanarts]

Got this feeling that something is watching me.

[a-single-white-crow]

For my own curiosity.

[artist-kreating-stuff]

Next up is Jin!

Jin is the God of the Spirit World. As caregiver to the passed, he is very gentle and soft spoken, though he is not above cracking a joke to make someone smile.

His role is to provide a safe and comforting afterlife for those who have passed. All are welcome in his realm - the good, the bad, and the lost. All deserve an afterlife in his opinion.

He is always seen with tears on his face because he is always crying on behalf of those in his realm. They've all had really sad lives or have left wonderful families behind, and they all confide in him with their stories. His tears are pure gold and they can heal the sick and wounded.

[yourstrulylightstar283]

Cute! 😀

Spooky spirits and a pair of ferrets. 

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[ufo-sos]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀʟɪᴇɴꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇʀꜱ, ᴜʀʙᴀɴ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ?

ɪꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ!

ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ-ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ

[rickchung]

Please Beverage Co. x Mount Pleasant.

[queenofallwitches]

REBELLION RISING ON THE RISE: 2009-2018

THE FRANCE AND IRISH LINK TO THE REBELLION:

THE PARANORMAL HOTSPOT IN ROUSE HILL REGIONAL PARK

THE REAL CENTER OF THE CIVIL WAR OF THE REBELLION OF VINEGAR HILL PART 1:

My hypothesis is there is a link to the slave revolts in Haiti and the Battle of Vinegar ill where the Irish slaves attempted to overthrow their English captors.

This is founded by my initiation into haitian voodoo, 21 divisions creole spiritism which combines with my cereominal magician tradition starting HARDCORE at the same site (the battle site of vinegar hill) back in 2009.

All events were extreme paranormal and unexplained anomalous events, experienced by a friend and I who were yet to be formally initiated into ceremonial magick or vodou.

A magical portal was opened which took me until 2018 to close

many ufo and other supernatural events took place at this site

which can be ascribed to the closest site to the only civil war in Australia has ever witnessed.

My notes on the historical context from 2022

1789

After 1789, some Volunteer units showed their sympathy with the French Revolution by holding parades on 14 July to commemorate the fall of the Bastille. In 1792, Grattan succeeded in carrying an Act conferring the franchise on the Roman Catholics; in 1794, he introduced a reform bill that was even less democratic than Flood’s bill of 1783.

He was as anxious as Flood had been to retain the legislative power in the hands of men of property, for he had a strong conviction that while Ireland could best be governed by Irish hands, democracy in Ireland would inevitably turn to plunder and anarchy. The defeat of Grattan’s mild proposals helped to promote more extreme opinions. However, as soon as the Jacobin regime assumed power in France, radical Patriots became more reluctant to refer to France as a prime example of Catholic political action for the causes of liberty and justice. Nevertheless, one of the main inconsistencies on the Patriot political agenda by calling for increasing powers of the Irish parliament while maintaining the selective as opposed to universal suffrage seemed to have been dissolved.

However, the French Revolution also had a second, contrasting, effect. Conservative loyalists such as John Foster, John Fitzgibbon and John Beresford, however, remained opposed to further concessions to Catholics and, led by the ‘Junta’, argued that the ‘Protestant Interest’ could only be secured by maintaining the connection with Britain. In reactionary circles, it was used to emphasise the point that an open political debate without censorship as well as parliamentary reform could entail a severe blow to their special interests, and could be tantamount to inviting Radicals to overturn the political structure of the country, rather than just appeasing them. In particular, the French Revolution prompted relentless action against the radical wing of the Patriot movement, the United Irishmen that included many former Whigs. It also prevented more moderate Patriots from supporting some radical Patriot activities without reservation, depriving the Patriot movement of solidarity and unity.

1688-91

WILLIAMITE WAR

 

William of Orange - dutch born

William of Orange, the Dutch prince who became King of England, Scotland, and Ireland in the Glorious Revolution of 1688

Defeated catholic "james 2nd" in wiliamite-jacobite war.

Protestant ascendancy

THE DECLATORY ACT OF 1719

Loss of Independence due to the House of British Lords being able to pass laws in Ireland

Restrictions of commerce at the expense of ireland that favoured Britain were tipping this rise to the protestant ascendancy for GREATER freedoms from great britain.

ORANGE ORDER:

The basis of the modern Orange Order is the promotion and propagation of "biblical Protestantism" and the principles of the Reformation. As such the Order only accepts those who confess a belief in a Protestant religion.

As well as Catholics, non-creedal and non-Trinitarian Christians are also banned.

This includes members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints(Mormons), Jehovah's Witnesses, Unitarians, and some branches of Quakers.

Previous rules specifically forbade Roman Catholics and their close relatives from joining

but the current rules use the wording "non-reformed faith" instead. Converts to Protestantism can join by appealing to Grand Lodge.

James Wilson and James Sloan, who issued the warrants for the first Lodges of the Orange Order along with 'Diamond' Dan Winter, were Freemasons,[26] and in the 19th century many Irish Republicans regarded the Orange Order as a front groupestablished by Unionist Masons as a more violent and jingoist vehicle for the promotion of Unionism.[71] Some anti-Masonic evangelical Christian groups have claimed that the Orange Order is still influenced by freemasonry.[72] Many Masonic traditions survive, such as the organisation of the Order into lodges. The Order has a similar system of degrees through which new members advance. These degrees are interactive plays with references to the Bible. There is particular concern over the ritualism of higher degrees such as the Royal Arch Purple and the Royal Black Institutions

1795: the battle of richmond hill

Darug natives defend the land from british invaders

North richmond - pitt town wetlands.

1798

The first battle of vinegar hill

County wicklow

The catholics invasion and claim to the irish land and protestant ascendancy

Act of union 1800- rise to catholic invasion that allowed the mobilisation of the catholic poplation

Uniteed the british parliament and irish parliement in unity, to form a united front

Catholic resentment in leinster

1789

THE AFRO-CARIBBEAN LINK

UNITED IRISH PRISONER

JAMAICA

WEST INDIES

NEW FOUNDLAND

NEW SOUTH WALES

"United Irish" mutinies in Jamaica, Newfoundland and New South Wales

In October 1799 Castlereagh received reports from Jamaica that many (of the 3,200)

United Irish prisoners, "incautiously drafted" into regiments for service in the West Indies, had taken to the hills to fight alongside the Maroons and with the French: "as soon as they got arms into their hands they deserted".

There is no suggestion that this was part of any trans-Atlantic design of the United directory in Dublin or Paris.

The same is true of the "United Irish Uprising in Newfoundland" in April 1800. Two-thirds of the colony's main settlement, St. John's, were Irish, as were most of the island's locally-recruited British garrison. There were reports that upwards of 400 men had taken a United Irish oath, and that eighty were resolved to kill their officers and seize their Protestant governors at Sunday service. As in Jamaica, the mutiny (for which 8 were hanged) may have been less a United Irish plot, than an act of desperation in the face of brutal living conditions and officer tyranny.

Yet the Newfoundland Irish would have been aware of the agitation in the homeland for civil equality and political rights.

There were reports of communication with United men in Ireland from before '98 rebellion;of Thomas Paine's pamphlets circulating in St John's;and, despite the war with France, of hundreds of young Waterford men still making a seasonal migration to the island fisheries, among them defeated rebels who are said to have "added fuel to the fire" of local grievance.

In March 1804, stirred by news of Emmet's rising, several hundred United Irish convicts in New South Wales tried to seize control of the penal colony and to capture ships for a return to Ireland.[204] Poorly armed, and with their leader Philip Cunningham seized under a flag of truce,the main body of insurgents were routed in an encounter loyalists celebrated as the Second Battle of Vinegar Hill.

The 1803 Michael Dwyer, who was a captain of the irish rebellion of 1798, transported to NEW SOUTH WALES 

-1807 x 2 imprisoned and x2 trials for plotting against the british penal rule in NSW

1804

The second battle of vinegar hill

LIBERTY OR DEATH!

‘Death or Liberty’

The 1804 Castle Hill convict rebellion was led by Philip Cunningham of Moyvane, north County Kerry, a government stonemason who was convicted for his involvement in the 1798 Irish rebellion; he was also involved in a mutiny on board the convict transport ship, the Anne. 

He was key figure in the planning of the rebellion, along with his rebel assistants William Johnston and Samuel Humes.[

 Accompanied by over 200 frustrated armed Irish convicts, their aim was to capture ships and sail to Ireland. The rebels gathered at Castle Hill, calling on other convicts to join them.

Their intention was to march from Windsor to Parramatta, and then onto Sydney, gathering recruits along the way to attain a ship to bring them back to Ireland.

The Irish rebels were betrayed by an informer Keogh, who told the authorities of the Irish convicts’ plans.

By 1804, most of the Irish leaders of the previous attempts at rebellion had been imprisoned and moved to outlying areas of the colony such as Norfolk Island. Dispersal had worked well for the authorities but with each new rebellion plan, new Irish leaders rose among the convicts more aware of what not to do next time. The leaders of rebellion on 4 March 1804 were Phillip Cunningham and William Johnston.

Cunningham was a veteran of the 1798 conflict in Ireland and the mutiny of the convict transport ship Anne. From his experiences in Ireland and NSW he understood that secrecy and a non-traceable but effective communication were essential to a successful rebellion.

Cunningham’s emphasis on secrecy was so successful that it was not until the day before the rebellion that the authorities knew of its existence.

On the evening of 3 March, one of the Irish convict overseers turned informant. On Sunday 4 March, the day of the rebellion, two more informants came forward and provided names.

John Griffen was one of the informants and had been relaying a message to the pike-maker Bryan Furey that the rebellion was on for Sunday night.

Since Furey did not get the message the areas of Sydney, Parramatta and Windsor did not rebel.

Castle Hill was the only district that rose in rebellion.

Despite this intelligence, the authorities in Parramatta and Sydney did not act immediately and on 4 March 1804, John Cavenah set fire to his hut in Castle Hill at 8.00 pm. This was the signal for the rebellion to begin.

With Cunningham leading, 200 rebels broke into the Government Farm’s buildings, taking firearms, ammunition and other weapons. Initially, there was mayhem as buildings were ransacked to cries of ‘Death or Liberty’. Two English convicts dragged the Hills District flogger, Robert Duggan from under his bed and George Harrington an English convict beat him unconscious. A constable was saved from a musket ball in the face when the musket of John Brannon misfired.

Another constable was saved in similar circumstances when Jonathon Place’s musket also misfired. Cunningham gathered the rebels and reprimanded them for their lack of disciplined behaviour.

The rebels then went from farm to farm on their way to Constitution Hill at Parramatta gathering firearms, supplies and drinking any liquor they found. The looting of farms gave the rebels over 180 swords, muskets and pistols. In 1804, this was close to one third of the colony’s entire armoury

I do therefore proclaim the Districts of Parramatta, Castle Hill, Toongabbie, Prospect, Seven and Baulkham Hills, Hawkesbury and Nepean to be in a STATE of REBELLION; and to establish Martial Law throughout those Districts…

Cunningham’s plan involved burning the MacArthur property of ‘Elizabeth Farm’ in order to draw the Parramatta garrison out of the town.

Once this was done the rebels in Parramatta would rise up and set fire to the town as a signal. The Castle Hill rebels would gather at Constitution Hill and then raid the barracks for more arms and ammunition.

From there the rebels would march to Windsor and join up with the rebels in the Hawkesbury before marching on Sydney. At dawn on 5 March, rebels were still straggling in to Constitution Hill. Phillip Cunningham and William Johnston were busy drilling the rebels on the hill while they were waiting for the signal from the uprising rebels in Parramatta. The signal never came. Cunningham’s messages to the Parramatta and Windsor rebels had not got through. Cunningham decided that the rebels would head down the Hawkesbury Road to Windsor to meet up with the rebels from the Hawkesbury. Had Cunningham effected this, King maintained it would have increased his force by a further hundred rebels.[10]

Colonial paranoia increased once evidence of planned rebellion became evident after 1800 but how real was the threat from Irish convicts?

The Defenders and United Irishmen transported between 1795 and 1806 provided leadership to those convicts, many Irish but including English transportees, who were prepared to take direct action to overthrow the colonial authorities.

Although it was the Irish convicts who were a particular concern to Hunter, King and Bligh, it is important not to over-exaggerate their significance while under-estimating the involvement of convicts of other nationalities. In addition, the Irish convict leadership had considerable experience in planning and implementing rebellious activities.

This explains why successive governors sent leaders or presumed leaders, whether there was concrete evidence of sedition or not, to the more isolated penal settlements on Norfolk Island and VDL. This had the effect of disrupting any planning for insurrection.

Finally, hatred of the British in Ireland was transposed to NSW and this meant that Irish leaders had a willing supply of convicts who were prepared to support their actions.

That support came from non-Irish convicts is a reflection of the punitive and arbitrary nature of convict life. Where they were concentrated in one area, as on the Castle Hill farm, Ireland’s cause helped bind these men together. 

However, there were major problems for those seeking rebellion. First, keeping planning secret was a major difficulty and only the Castle Hill revolt in 1804 saw planning converted into action.

Convicts were always willing to ‘split upon each other’ and this allowed the authorities to intervene before matters spiralled out of control.

Secondly, the objectives of rebellion such as the rallying cry of ‘Death or Liberty’ or demands for a ship to go home were idealistic and unrealistic. Although these may have been the aims of rebel leaders, there is little evidence that they were widely held by the rank-and-file, many of whom claimed that they had been forced into rebellion

Thirdly, as in Ireland during the 1798 rebellion, when faced with even inferior military force, the rebels could not translate numerical strength into military victory.

Finally, the hoped for French aid was illusory as it was never part of French strategy and, during the critical period from 1801 to 1804 war in Europe had been suspended. 

It was the British government that was constantly afraid of convict rebellion and disorder though this did not stop it from sending political prisoners to NSW despite the concerns of successive governors. For the authorities, a colony composed largely of convicts was inevitably turbulent and rebellious, something reflected in Hunter’s and King’s despatches. In his reports on NSW and VDL, Bigge considered that the best security against rebellion was the higher standard of living that convicts generally enjoyed in NSW than in Britain and the opportunities and rewards open to those with industry and skill. Some convicts ‘bolted’ but only a few rebelled.

Rouse Hill Estate

Vinegar Hill was not a formal location in 1804.

The battle between the rebels and the soldiers became commonly known as the ‘Battle of Vinegar Hill’ after the Irish battle in 1798. Common usage of the name Vinegar Hill began to appear in the 1810s and 1830s in the Rouse Hill area.

But there is no formal Vinegar Hill on a map. There have been competing thoughts for the location of Vinegar Hill.

Originally it was thought to be Rouse Hill, George Mackanass challenged this in the 1950s marking the location of Vinegar Hill as the crossroads between Windsor Road and Schofields Road.

THIS WAS THE LOCATION OF ROUSE HILL REGIONAL PARK, in which my friend and I partook in rituals with an optical crystal ball resulting in FULL BLOWN MANIFESTATIONS.

-1816

Richard rouse

Built tollhouses, turnpikes, estates from Parramatta to Liverpool

On 8 October 1816 Rouse was granted 180 hectares (450 acres) near the site of the Castle Hill convict rebellion; at the suggestion of Macquarie the grant was named Rouse Hill. The actual possession of the land had taken place a few years previously, as the Sydney Gazette had first mentioned Rouse Hill on 27 November 1813, and the homestead was begun soon afterwards. It took a few years to build and was a two-storey, twenty-two room house, which has been occupied by members of the Rouse family ever since.

Old government house & THOMAS MITCHELL ROYAL PEDIGREE ANCESTRAL ASSET

& THE HIDDEN HAND OF PARRAMATTA GOVERNMENT HOUSE AND THE TIMEKEEPERS SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE

this is an actual freemasonic ancestral connection of mine... this links to the rebellion and the colonisation of the country.

The Observatory, erected in 1822 was part of Brisbane's intention to make Parramatta "the Greenwich of the Southern Hemisphere" (DPWS 1997: p. 39).

1828, when Thomas Mitchell began the first trigonometrical survey of New South Wales, his initial meridian was taken from the Parramatta transit instrument in consultation with Dunlop. That survey underpinned mapping in New South Wales until recent times (Rosen 2003: p. 80).

Surveyor Edward Ebbsworth, when conducting his 1887 survey of Parramatta Park, ensured that the exact location of the piers would be preserved by fixing a copper plug in the basal stone of the piers. 

Brisbane was accompanied to Australia by two astronomers: Charles Rumker, who had already attained a good reputation as an astronomer and mathematician; and James Dunlop, whose great natural ability in mechanical appliances and instruments saw him identified as a suitable man for second assistant in the Observatory in an out of the way place like Parramatta. On arrival in New South Wales, Brisbane's instruments were immediately set up on piers in the Domain to allow the observation of the solstice on 21 December 1821. B

April 1822, the construction of the observatory had been completed in anticipation of the appearance of Encke's Comet, an event not observable in Europe or at the Cape of Good Hope (Rosen 2003: p. 80).

The observatory was privately funded by Brisbane and consisted of two buildings: an observatory equipped at Brisbane's personal expense; and a residence attached to it. Located about 91 m (100 yards) behind Government House, the observatory was a plain building, 8.5 m (28 feet) square by 3.4 m (11 feet) high, with a flat roof with two domes 3.51 m (11 feet 6 inches) in diameter projecting from it, one at the north and the other at the south.

On the north and south sides were five windows, three of which were in a semi-circular projection from the wall at the base of the domes.

Transit openings in the domes extended to one of the windows to allow observations of the horizon. A 0.41-metre (16 in) Reichenbach repeating circle was located under the north dome and a 1.2-metre (46 in) equatorial Banks telescope was under the south dome.

There was also a Troughton mural circle and a 1.7-metre (5+1⁄2 ft) Troughton transit instrument. A Hardy clock showed sidereal time and a Brequet clock showed mean time.

All instruments were mounted on solid masonry piers.

There was also a Fortin pendulum and two instruments for observing the dip and variation of the magnetic needle.

CONVICT LIES

O’Farrell estimates about 1.5% of these were unambiguously sent out as political offenders or participants in rebellion or conspiracy, with the great bulk of these coming in the aftermath of the 1798 Rebellion. 

If crimes of agrarian discontent and social disaffection are included under the heading of ‘political crimes’, then the proportion of Irish political transportees rises to about 20%. The great majority of Irish convicts were, therefore, sent to Australia largely for petty crimes.

Theory to link back to

JOHN DEE AND THE OPTICS OF THE CRYSTAL BALL USED BY THE MONARCHY OF BRITISH CROWN

BASED ON THE PROJECTION INTO THE ASTROLOGICAL, ASTRONOMICAL TRANSITS TO CONQUER VIA USING EDWARD KELLY AS "COURT MAGE" AND THE ENOCHIAN CHESS IN THE GLOBAL CONQUEST

real scrying methods take two or more people in the spiritual court for impact, as per 2009 - 2014 when K and I had adopted the original crystal ball between us resulting in full-blown manifestations, later confirmed by Kardec spiritism sources

my spirits advise me Australia is the prime spot for HAITI 2.0 FOR THE SECOND COMING OF THE SLAVE REVOLT IF THINGS CONTINUE THIS WAY ....

note the date and time and motions of movement

note the present economic, social and political happenstance

note the pestilence that has persistence against the masses who only want freedom and peace

note the objections from the overlords through clauses like agenda 2030, and sustainable development, which are just fancy names for the "new world order". which is just a modern 'human slave agenda" decked out in bureaucratic red tape.

freedom of choice, or be denied all liberty?

look at the manipulation that occurred as a result of COVID-19 and the forced COVID-19 vaccine agenda

when will the next thing that replicates occur, and when will humanity rise against the overlords to object in the most amicable and peaceful or diplomatic way, as clearly, the violence and bloodshed aren't going to work here.

PEACEFUL REBELLION.

[madcat-world]

From JakeRomano and comicspasta

NOTHING THERE my annual halloween collab with @comicspasta 🎃 (her lines my color) go follow her! this year we focused on the theme of growth and how it can be..scary. this was a blast to paint on stream. grab the print here.

(⚡find me on instagram + twitter + inprnt + twitch @jakeromanoart)

[youkaimaiden]

Day 9: do you hear the Spirits

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter 20 p.2 “Brittle..How..Brittle…little Sea Begotten Bones..~”

Must be something along these shores..no way everything has been eaten by those damnable parasites

Sands so dark I wonder how many souls are buried deep beneath them

That's a horrid thought..actually heh- those waters..though..

Feel them calling my name even..I feel like..going to them...

So dark..so comforting..just one..

One

More

Step

So very Near to the Edge..

It..speaks to Me..

H-home..

  A harsh tug at the back of your jacket thrashed you back to the shoreline, foot ever so hovering above the water you blink in confusion as to what had just transpired. Hand letting you go you sit there staring at the rolling waves of the sea till you hear, "The Waters aren't safe..I wouldn't recommend even wading in it if I were you", that soft voice making you turn up and to your dismay it's that same woman again. Vìrkä stared down at your small figure with a serious expression on her face. It has been a long and restless night at the beach, apart from the hectic morning it just felt like there were voices calling you- ringing in your ears never seeming to go away no matter what you tried. Forehead bandaged up with a piece of cloth, Vìrkä helped Kÿr stand back up off the black beach sand, "My bad for the force..but uh- These waters aren't safe..undrinkable and for what I know inhospitable so I recommend you throw something in it before you even try to touch it okay?", finishing it in a soft tone of voice after patting your shoulder a few times she walked away into the distance along the shoreline. Kÿr watched her following on the black sands made him wonder on about this strange feeling, 'she must sense it too right? Like who can't it's such a strong tugging feeling..like it's truly calling out for you', Kÿr thought to himself promptly brushing off the sand from his trousers and running after her to not be left behind.

  The dark blue sea was serene, the view of blue for as far as you can see with no landmasses in the distance to take record of, this continent is really like a massive island with nothing else around it but itself..how draining. Soft cool sand crunching under your footsteps Vìrkä stretched her arms in the air fully opening her mouth revealing her serrated teeth once again to yawn, her bare toeless feet sinking into the black sand as she walked ahead. Her left long drooping ear twitched up as she stopped in her tracks, Kÿr panting a bit put his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath, "Jeeeeeeez....Hhhh- I..man I hate being Short..stubby darn legs..", he wheezed having to take even longer strides to even catch up with her. Vìrkä putting her hands behind her head looked down at the Sìrlan and smiled holding back a little laugh, "You'll grow into it", she turned around, "Little Hybrid", she remarked continuing to walk on knowing what will ensue after this.. 'it's classic Kÿr right? Of course it is'

  "Pvbshdbfft- What?! What'd you say?! Come back here!", Kÿr said waving his fist in the air in aggravation running on his stubby legs after her to no avail, Vìrkä speed walking away causing the small Sìrlan to trip over his own tail and roll on the ground. Sounds of playful screaming and sand getting kicked everywhere made none other than Hijìn to turn around and look back. Hijìn had turned remaining rags as well as woven cloth by Vìrkä into pieces of clothing for him to wear, he had collected sharp shells from the beach and grounded them into powder, fitted branches he got from the red wood tree line into a stone spear, had already made a water jug from a random skull husk he found buried under the sand, and woven himself a small sun hat with the remaining plant fibers and cloth he had left over. Looking back he saw Kÿr chasing Vìrkä, the two playfully running around slightly getting splashed by the waves hitting the shoreline, Vìrkä sprinting then hopping over a incoming wave made a run for it from Kÿr chasing after her threatening her with a water blaster. Hijìn sighed looking away faced back towards the tree line, he has been testing wether or not their ban from these woods had been true, but sadly with many attempts at getting inside they've all been futile. One can only move their hand within a feet of the tree line before a heavy gravitational force beginning to encircle your arm and once close enough your thrusted back unable to get any closer..what an inconvenience..

  Curiosity growing once more, Hijìn thrusted his hand towards the tree line, the ever so building force started to grow the closer and closer he got to touching it. Shadows of the woods screeched out to him making his hand tremble from the incoming pressure until finally his hand was forcibly jerked back by the invisible force, looking at his hand Hijìn scoffed seeing a minor burn around his palm almost if the force grabbed him back and threw him out. Scoffing in annoyance he was about to try again till he heard a strange cut off scream occur behind him, turning around he saw Vìrkä standing there bewildered with Kÿr nowhere to be found, "Hijìn! Hijìn! Come I-I don't know what happened to him!", she screamed out concerned. Hijìn running over missed the instant of a rotten plant ridden hand slowly creep from the forest only to disappear. Vìrkä staring at the small waves passing over stood far apart from the water looking back at Hijìn very confused, "I saw the action he was gonna do next..I can only focus on one future at a time- I focus on myself then everyone else but I didn't think he would just vanish from getting touched by the brunt of a wave..", she took a few more steps back away from the waves as Hijìn stared out at the water unsure of how to react. I don't think he's hiding if he was he would have to hold his breath for a while..his body is small so that's difficult on top of that he would need to shrink himself to disappear beneath such shallow waves..something isn't adding up here.

  Hijìn standing there clenched his fists trying to think of a possible solution to this, scanned the waters edge near panicking, he was completely dry and had not a single drop of water on him apart from his own sweat. Sun hat slightly swaying in the cool breeze Hijin turned to Vìrkä who had droplets all over her patched up dark purple hoodie and he burrowed his eyebrows thinking, "Vìrkä quickly dry yourself..NOW!", She stammered in the thought of it but realizing what he could possibly mean she passed a dry cloth from Hijìn's satchel on her arms and legs. "Shit My Hoods keeping me soaked with this sea water! Shit!", Vìrkä yelled out quickly trying to yank her hoodie off revealing her white tank top underneath but before she could even react she would vanish into thin air out of nowhere leaving Hijìn standing there eyes wide open in shock. Where the- How In the..What is going on they get slightly soaked then they disappear..what is this. Staring at the water you grow paranoid not able to comprehend what could possibly be doing this and so you run..you run in every direction but back wanting to try and find any possible clue as to where they went..

F..Four Days Later..

Hijìn absolutely exhausted walked back to the original campsite they had made on the beach, blisters on his feet from running all day and night, bags under his eyes, and generally very hungry he made it over. Taking a turn around a rock his face lit up slightly after what he had just saw, Kÿr and Vìrkä were both laying down unconscious on the plant beds they made the while prior, but using up his remaining strength Hijìn jolted over and began to shake them both trying to see if they were both awake. Their bodies shook a few times until finally waking up, Vìrkä sprung up first and looked at Hijìn with a mortified look on her face, Kÿr instantly jumped to his feet holding a gun in hand aiming it up at the sky having a pissed off look on his face till he looked around all confused, "Whh..whhh..what..where- I thought I was just..fighting", Kÿr said looking at Vìrkä who faced him back concerned. "H-Hijìn how..How long has I-.", "It's been four days..you both have been gone for four days", Hijìn responded sitting on his knees facing the two physically worn out.

Kÿr swiped his hand down making the gun disappear took a seat down on his small bed and started counting his four fingers one by one making calculations in his head, Vìrkä watched him before turning to Hijìn and stealing the hat from his head and holding both sides forcing it onto her own head while she tried to cope with what had just transpired. "Four days..I knew the water seemed dangerous because it was void of life..but..how is this even p", "You", the voice echoed in Vìrkä's mind making her quickly turn to the sea to their left. For a split of a second she swore she had just witnessed a head poking between the waves, it's dark yellow eyes wide open staring at her would vanish just as quickly and it made her slightly paranoid. A touch on her knee made her jolt back to see Hijìn staring at her, "You..K?", she exhaled glancing back at the water before facing him, "Y-yeah..I'm fine- just felt like I was sleeping then woke up randomly..feels like the way I felt when I woke up that morning just now it's four days later..", she let the sun hat rest on her head as she witnessed Hijìn slowly start to close his eyes from exhaustion. Vìrkä scoot to the side gently pulling his head to sleep down on her pillow, "Sleep..I'll find something for you to eat..I'll mend your wounds..I'll support..I promise", she softly smiled as she spoke in a quiet calm tone to Hijìn who at this point was knocked out cold.

Patting the man's head a few times keeping the same look on her face, Vìrkä chose to look up only to be met with Kÿr holding his face with his palm having watched the whole time, he had a eyebrow raised questioning what this all was. "Really?", He asked sarcastically, "What I can be reassuring it's not all guts guts guts with me..I'm a individual too ya'know", she said shrugging her shoulders, "Ight Fair..but Y'know kinda weird how delicate you are with him kinda..suspicious", Kÿr said burrowing his brows still staying in the sarcastic tone of voice. "Yeah yeah you and your implications..hope you know just like My sister I was a life spirit..till this junk transpired and I made dumb decisions- besides that you can't be talking she used to be innocent until you arrived", Vìrkä said crossing her arms was soon made to jolt back from an arm wrapping around her side and picking her up. Hijìn awoke having picked up Vìrkä with one arm and tossed her over his shoulder, her tank top getting raised a bit revealing her faded symbol like scars placed on her abs she exclaimed out confused as to what's going on, "Hey! I thought you were sleeping what do you think your doing?!", Vìrkä glanced to her right while holding the sun hat down on her head to see Kÿr being held the same way just this time he was looking at her with the unsurprised look. "It's it guess you should probably consider that next time..this seems to always happen now", Kÿr said pointing at a black tentacle slithering up Hijìn's back and into his right shoulder disappearing, Vìrkä groaning in annoyance just held on any way she could after yanking her tank top back down, "Infected I swear.."

Hijìn standing there holding both of them over his shoulders would grow a familiar grin across his face before bolstering out, "Sorry little children I had to get some actual work done here while Big G had to sleep off his worn down brain..don't mind the transportation we'll be here a while~!", from behind Vìrkä responded with some attitude, "I'm older than you ya black shit stain!", "Don't Care we GO!", Hijìn responded soon spinning on a dime and running in the direction they went initially. Feet pushing sand back so hard it made a dust storm trail behind them, Hijìn sped across the black sands of the beach going past most of where they had crossed, yet by some strange feeling it would seem that he was actually leading off to somewhere..like he knew something. Wind blowing all around harshly, Kÿr tried his hardest to turn around till he could at least see his face, "h-Hey! Where are we Going?! There's nothing even on these beaches!", Kÿr's voice slightly muffled by how much wind was blowing into his face from how fast they were blitzing away. Jerking his head to the right Hijìn confidently smirked revealing rows of serrated teeth would say, "No No No~ While the Kid was running I noticed something in the distance, something large and burning in the horizon, he didn't wanna investigate as he saw all of you as more important priorities n his emotions yadda yadda so now we're gonna confirm my suspicions", Kÿr holding his hair back would respond with, "Whhhhh...Ack Fuck sand in my..Mouth- Pleh! What's your suspicions?!", "That there was a sea port of some kind out here which was hit by my cousins escape", Hijìn said smiling at Kÿr before turning back around and hopping over a small wall made of hole filled rocks blocking the coast.

  Stopping abruptly upon arrival the two of you were gently dropped on the ground to see the world ahead in all its wonderful brimstone, Kÿr shaking all over to rid of the sand and Vìrkä streching her arms in the air after yawning once more both faced on ahead to see his thoughts become a reality. Torn down walls, crumbled small town buildings, massive claw marks torn into the docks, smoke billowing out of still burning buildings, and the ever so growing stench of rotting meat filling the skies. Hijìn still maintaining the same cocky smirk at all times crossed his arms and shrugged, "Dang my cousin really did a number on this shit show..maybe we can find something useful here", he said breaking between the two who just looked at all the destruction unsure of why infected Ma'ire even did this. Kÿr holding his right arm after getting squished against the man for five minutes sneaked his way behind Hijìn, carefully stepping over broken pieces of wood, shattered glass, sharp broken metal seams, and any small dangerous object laid to waste by the monster. Vìrkä walked off into the distance towards the broken down handful of buildings wantin to see if she could find any better clothing for this weather, searing heat of the dual suns burning at her exposed skin making her burn her bare feet on the hot wooden floors.

  The final standing bits of the docks groaned out from the crashing waves below slamming against their supports, crunching of glass beneath his feet as he walked on to the docks with Kÿr. Kÿr running ahead would swing on a rope to the remainder of the docks broken off from the main platform to check, Hijìn watching on jerked his head all the way to the side maintaining the same look on his face waiting for Kÿr to respond, "There's nothing..don't know why they have such tall docks for boats all the way down here but there aren't any anywhere it seems..", "Agh never mind..let's just check somewhere else then, at minimum there has to be supplies". Hijìn said aloud before extending tentacles from his wrist down the high platform picking up Kÿr and bringing him up to his level, "alright- wait where coocoo? I thought she was following us?", he asked Kÿr confused, but Kÿr being Kÿr just stared at him with a bamboozled look on his face 'tf would I know or care' type emotion. "Hey Boys! Comere real quick!", a familiar voice breaking through the silence caught the two's attention, "Bingo-.", Hijìn muttered to himself looking away from Kÿr and soon running off with the Sìrlan in hand fast as hell causing Kÿr to yell out for a quick second still being held by the tentacle, "Ag-."

  Wind blowing around incredibly quickly by their stop after running over, Hijìn and Kÿr arrived on the scene meeting up with Vìrkä except this time she wasn't alone. Vìrkä walked over having her arm around a short, beaten up, cloaked, skull mask-like wearing individual who seemed to limp due to their injuries, "I managed to find a straggler from this small hidden dock underneath all the rubble..maybe we can Y'know get some information on what happened here?", she finished off looking down at the small individual who seemed to cower back in her arms away from the imposing Hijìn who didn't stop glaring down at the creature with a toothy grin like if we wanted to eat them. "Don't worry Little One..we..Don't..Bite..at least they don't~", he teased trying to get a reaction from the little creature only to see nothing come from the multi-hole having face mask and growing bored and losing his smile promptly crouching down to just barely extend over their level, "say something at least damn..". The small figure glanced up to Vìrkä who would softly smile down at it giving it some reassurance till it faced up to the man and Sìrlan and from the seven black holes in its skull mask seven eyes would appear in them, Kÿr slightly jerked his head back in discomfort to the sight before it spoke in a monotone slightly raspy rustic accent, "A-hm..lagrì Fraksè mur difriket.. verti..hard..te speek..vurti sortty", they bowed down in awkwardness trying to not make themselves seem a fool in a way from them trying to speak in everyone else's language as it isn't their primarily used one.

  Vìrkä slowly sitting down on her knees glared at the two boys not wanting them to make a single joke about their difficulty speaking as she pat the small one on their back a few times, "Look I know the Lagrì Fraksè is a hard dialect but it's the only way everyone on the world can communicate between our many language barriers..I'm glad someone of your age range being so young can even muster a few similar words, but me and my friends need help- we have to cross the sea to escape all the monsters. Did the monsters attack your home?", she asked facing the small individual who slowly nodded their head facing up to her. Kÿr scoffed to himself glancing over to Hijìn saying, "who would've taken her for a youngling caretaker right?", Hijìn snickering under his breath responded with, "yeah what a mystery", before getting smacked across the face by Vìrkä promptly making him shut the fuck up. Fist raised at Kÿr making him shut up as well while having a smiling face to the youngling, Vìrkä would begin whispering to them conversing amongst themselves about it, she has more knowledge upon the many dialects in the region and could probably speak fluently in all of them if given the chance to, but it all came down to a stop when the youngling ran away from all three towards a seemingly untouched small building tucked behind a collapsed tavern. Hijin & Kÿr lookin at Vìrkä confused would be silenced by her getting up and saying, "Our little friend here called- Uh translation is hard gimme a sec..Uh..Hmn..Zemè (Zem-r) kinda odd name but they said they had managed to salvage a small craft from the attack! Only thing is she said was that you Kÿr! Are gonna need to improve its systems before the voyage", Vìrkä said crossing her arms with a cocky look on her face. "Bw-WHAT?! Why me?!", Kÿr yelled back in annoyance crossing his arms in mimicry, "Because I told her your Blessing", "You Bitch!", Kÿr yelled back throwing some sand he saw on the floor at her, but Vìrkä was already following the little Zemè to the shed so all it did was splat on the floor pathetically- Kÿr groaned in response to that too..

Hijìn up and off the ground watching the others walk along would shed his happy demeanor into something more or less of concern, the ruins this place was left in were grand even for its small scale it was if this place was ripped apart intentionally before the monster fled..fle..but where? The giant holes in the dark wood framing are footsteps..a-And the claw marks aren't from its claws but from..tentacles ripping through it all harvesting the citizens in this small settlement on the brink of their world. Hijìn looking all around near frantically analyzing every small detail could nearly perfectly picture the scenario. The Beast breaking through the tree line causing massive earthquakes, people waking up in fear see a several hundred foot tall behemoth linger over them crushing the center of the town underneath it- then came the tentacles. Those horrid growths rip from the insides of the behemoths organs and flesh, slithering their spine filled sharp vines throughout the town slicing through civilians left and right while others harvest the corpses and fuse them into the monsters body making it grow larger not only with Hèr'La's abilities but it's powers of near infinite absorption- the capability to harvest users abilities, knowledge, and skills instantly simply by entering their bloodstream. Hijìn zoning out as he watched the clouds dart across the skies lingered on the thought, his cousin..made specifically to be not only his superior but evolutionary out competitor made to consume him and make the new super power grow, very feeling of dread making the tendrils of the parasite writhe underneath real Hijìn's skin. "Are you alright Xèhtrï?", Hijìn burrowing his eyebrows and looking away scoffed at the very notion turning around and seeing those same cold dead beady gray eyes, Slithering seeming alive void-like eyes of his parasite locking with those of Vìrkä..who could've asked for such a meeting. "Xèhtrï are you alright in there..he treats you well I'd imagine? Especially after- Y'know our issues", Hijìn broke eye contact and walked away from her to the edge of the platform facing the crashing sea below, "don't you dare speak my name..unlike this anomaly of a organism I live inside who can be reasoned with I still crave absolute control and wish to consume the world, but just because this vessel is all fine and dandy with reasoning with the likes of you..", he glared back and she was gone.. "I will never change..your torture to make you my vessel..I'll never forget...", it was like she was never there at all..for she sees all..and nothing will escape Her Grasp..

  Tugging at your pants catches your eye as when you look down you see no one else but Zemè, her boney fingers poking from her baggy cloaks sleeves latched on to you as she wanted your attention. Seeing no reason not to entertain this youngling in good spirits you crouch down to this strange creature and give them the space to speak. Zemè gently approached having her hands together leaned her head slightly to the side as she faced the man, she made no noise only stared at him with all seven eyes poking behind the skull mask as the sea breeze gently blew over them. Moment passing with the two calmly staring at one another Zemè got a bit closer and handed him a envelope from her right sleeve, "Preeze..gib Zis to za..", Zemè knocked on her face mask a few times with her left hand in some agitation Hijìn slightly smiled saying, "Don't worry I suffer from it too..gets better..", Zemè passing her small clawed skeleton-like hand down her mask she tiptoed with both hands on the envelope radiating a more positive energy which emanated around them soothing the mood. "Prease..my mum..had give to A-ædïn! Prease can send?", Zemè begged in her quiet monotone voice looking up to the man, he swayed his head a bit thinking about it till he snatched the envelope and put it in his satchel after patting the small one on her head, "I promise..don't you worry okay", standing back up he confidently grinned and crossed his arms, "If I fail u can kick my ass free of charge!", boastfully chuckling like a idiot intentionally while Zemè managed to slightly giggle before coughing a bit..hm.

  A massive gust of wind exploded from the shed knocking the remainder of the destroyed tavern into rubble, Hijìn holding Zemè for dear life planted her back down on the ground looking on in confusion, "The Hell?! Who blew something up?!", he asked only to see little Zemè run off towards there in glee. "W-whh", mumbling to himself in confusion as he followed in a slight speed walk trying to see what has happened. Looking over the edge down to the docks Hijìn's eyes widened in shock, a used to be run of the mill sea boat has turned into a massive high end speed boat, black metal hull, wood framing, used to be motor became gigantic thrusters, and a cabin which ends are shielded by a barrier to not allow water inside from any angle. Kÿr passing his final touch to the side of the boats engines walked outside brushing dust off himself saying, "Damn am I good or not", Vìrkä coming out from behind him tossing some final junk out slightly chuckled, "Sure keep telling yourself that now cmon we need to get going", she said looking up at the two on the platform and she selectively chose to wave at Zemè this time..hm. "Man I really owe you credit little rodent you sure know how to make shit that hits different- cootos to you haha!", he said before hopping down and landing on the entrance passing through the barrier, Hijìn turning around would check up to see if Zemè was coming with them but strangely enough she was gone..about to hop over to check once again he was stopped by those same cold green hands. Vìrkä looked at him and she didn't really want to bring herself to saying it but she just had to, "X- Hijìn..she's gone..", Hijìn turned around awkwardly chuckling as he faced her, "what do you mean..Gone? Me and her just spoke and she just gave me this envelope from her mother?", Vìrkä stammered in her words for a second before uttering it out, "She was never truly with us..she..she passed with the rest of her people four days ago Hijìn..that envelope was the final piece of the puzzle for her to finally pass on..she died with it..and now you carry it". He couldn't even bring words to even describe what this all could even be..poor girl must've been hiding with her parents till she was ordered to stay here..given the envelope to travel as far away from here as possible on the old ship..but she chose not to..trying to go back to her parents it was too late and she perished with them..if only..we killed that thing..she would've been here..

  Slow rumbling of the high frequency engine started making the boat move forward through the dock and out towards the open waters, the barriers seal fully enveloped the ship making it so not even a droplet of water could even enter from anywhere, slapping of low waves hitting the bottom of the ship as it made it out. Vìrkä sitting by Hijìn watched him soullessly stare at the sea beyond, 'My..promise..will it even matter anymore..No we have to give it to her- we fail again we need to do this..for her at least for someone..my weakness allowed her to die from that monster and now I shall carry this burden too..'. Kÿr listened to it all, he gripped the steering wheel and slowly moved the lever forward making them gently move on ahead, his face stayed near emotionless and his thoughts almost vacant except for one thought, 'I never even saw this so called Zemè..I was just..playing along who'

You've crossed not only the desert sands, you've traveled the stars and battled across the red forested continent filled with dangers at all sides, but now you strap yourselves in a vessel to cross this worlds very oceans. You may leave us..boy..but we shall always remain with you!

Why did she say she knew this would happen I needed more time! Why did she kick me off and stay inside of that monster?!

She should've stayed on that Beach..right?

I could've been stronger if only I had a blessing or anything I could've killed that monster and made everyone happy!

V I know you'd change someday..and that's why your the only person in the world I can proudly say I'm family with and that I love..

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Idiotic children..ripped of their grasp believe escaping the manifolds of the woods they shall be saved..No..I will command her to get her revenge..regardless of who perishes. You've tarnished the last of my plans..that monster of filth and sin shall prevail in becoming the ultimate life form to have ever walked this planet..and mantle me as the true creator of this wretched world..

Shifting seas call out to you, their ever whispering Melodie's draw you closer and closer to the truth. Monsters unknown lurk in all corners of this world, you've seen two of the many serpents which reign on each continent..only thing is who would you meet next? Engine rumbling your ordered to stop at a line in the sea, a Line made from the separation of fresh from salt water..a race to the finish..

Death always prevails but life chases after the best in us all..

Mad dash to the end of times once again..

Forgone..That is the Conclusion to the Second Arc of Far Away Soul, White Cold Star..

Parasitic Equilibrium..

May we meet again across the stars~✨

[ridiculous-love-obsession]

Table set for 5

The songs of my heart scream in rage

Yet hum in silence

The light on my path blinds the wicked who dares cross it

Yet dances with the shadows that frost it

The love in my heart cries with pain

Yet still I remain

Here

For another moonlit dinner with the spirits I hold dear

Yet at 5:55 the moon still says it's goodbyes

And the fire of the sun still burns my skin as it rise

[zombie-cucumber05]

[dcxdpdabbles]

Not sure if you’ve ever done something like this, but I think a miraculous ladybug style love square featuring Danny would be absolutely hilarious. It can be with literally any bat (I’m partial to either Damian or Tim, but honestly any would be amazing). But literally just Danny coming to Gotham and going out as Phantom, running into the bat of choice and BOOM instant crush. And then Danny running into that same bats civilian ID and BOOM another instant crush going the opposite direction. Not particularly picky about who has the civilian crush, and who has the vigilante crush, but we would definitely need to see interactions between all four identities a la Miraculous.

Danny Fenton loathes Bruce Wayne. It's not because Sam's parents have often attempted to pawn off their daughter onto the guy or that Danny, as her once boyfriend, felt threatened by him. He can see the intelligence in Bruce's eyes, and the man still acts the way he does.

What's worse is that they are the same age, which means when Sam's parents started pushing for her to attend galas at age fifteen, Danny had been forced along to help deflect annoying rich boys. He met Bruce hiding behind curtains, making faces at his butler when the older gentleman attempted to push fifteen-year-old Bruce back onto the dance floor.

He would have felt sympathy for the wealthy heir—being an orphan so young with everyone around him foaming at the mouth for his wealth and titles was rough on anyone—were it not for how he spoke to poor Mr. Pennyworth.

Bruce acted like Mr.Pennyworth was an accessory to his image, as if the man wasn't treating him with the obvious care and attention one would a son.

Danny found his feet, leading him to Wayne just as the teenager instructed Mr.Pennyworth to wait in the car—four hours, four hours, in the freezing cold!

The first words he ever said to Bruce Wayne were, "You do not talk to him like that, you self-centered jerk!"

Then he had to dodge a fist because apparently Wayne had anger issues, but Danny had been dodging ghosts for an entire year. He sidesteps and pushes the boy on his ass. Mr.Pennyworth seemed frozen by the wall, and Wayne dared to stare up at him like someone standing up to him was such a wonder.

Sam had called him away, so with a long look down his nose at the rich boy, he spun around and strutted away.

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Bruce Wayne adored Danny Fenton.

Ever since the firecracker appeared in his life, with a grace that rivaled even his best of masters, Bruce has been infatuated with him. Fenton came from a small town in Illinois as a guest of the Manson family.

The Manson were new money, having only developed their wealth two generations ago. They had no real social connections and lived in the middle of nowhere. Mr. and Mrs. Manson were eager to pair their daughter off with someone with better standing, but it is evident that they only pushed a little for her to find a rich husband.

They wouldn't have allowed Fenton to tag along if they genuinely wanted their daughter to build connections through marriage. The couple just seemed to want their daughter to stop being goth.

The teenager was unapologetically middle-class, and Bruce found himself watching Fenton move about Galas with a defiant air that left him breathless. He insulted people to their faces, returned passive aggression tenfold, and someone tried to talk down to him; Fentn had the brain to quickly turn the tides.

The Manson's standing shouldn't have shielded him, not when they barely had any social power, yet somehow no one dared to bother Fenton outside of events. It was all so fascinating.

Fenton didn't often come to Gotham, as the Mansons mainly stayed in their own little part of the world, but every year, without fail, they were there for the Charity event in Spring and the Halloween Fest. The dark-haired, sharp-eyed eye, blue-eyed boy would be at Miss Manon's side, muttering into the goth girl's ear.

Bruce's heart constantly fluttered when the days were approaching the two high society events because it would mean seeing Fenton again. Years passed with Alfred attempting for Bruce to strike a friendship with Fenton, but something always made Bruce nervous.

Excited and nervous, like he was about to hit the drop of a rollercoaster. It was a rush whenever their eyes locked, even if Fenton's hardened into a dangerous glare.

Eventually, Bruce went off to do his training, finally getting close to his goal of making the rot of Gotham pay. He didn't see Fenton for a while, and the angry teenager lingered in the back of his mind until Bruce rocked back to Gotham with his new Brucie persona.

Only to have his jaw drop the moment he caught sight of Fenton. The boy was now the CEO of VladCo. after his godfather had taken a sabbatical for medical reasons. Fenton was still unapologetic about his roots and seemed enraged whenever Bruce brought out his playboy persona.

"Cut the crap," Fenton hissed into Bruce's face, unaware of the swarm of butterflies in his stomach. "We both know you're not dumb. I can see your intelligence, and how you're downplaying it is sickening."

Bruce fought the urge to fan himself, heart racing, as he smiled absentmindedly. "Whatever do you mean?"

Fenton made a screech of outrage before turning and stomping away. Bruce hated watching him go, but he loved to watch him leave.

"Sir," Alfred muttterd as he stepped up behind him. Bruce snapped out of his staring, turning his head slightly to pick up the man's whispered words better. "A break-in at Gotham Bank. Nine hostages"

"Understood." He made a show of diving into the fountain with Fenton, looking like he would pop a blood vessel as an excuse to leave. As he drives, Bruce Wayne fades into Batman in more ways than a costume change, and his mind races with plans to save the hostages.

He just hopes that Dofus Phantom doesn't get in his way again. The ghost would pop up randomly in his city, and no matter how many times Batman threatened him, the idiot came back again and again.

Phantom had no detective mindset. He stopped crimes right before him without considering the bigger picture. Dofus probably died in a small town with low crime rates. He didn't understand the complications of deep corruption, power vacuums, or gang violence.

Out of all the people who could have turned into a poltergeist, it had to be the clumsy fanboy Phantom.

[hello-eden]

In the caves of Gotham

Bad Fenton reveal happens leading to Danny fleeing into the ghost Zone. he stays there for at least a year until the human part of him starts struggling from being in a place for only the Dead.

Clockwork places him in a status in the caves under Gotham. he awakens occasionally from the status for a very short amount of time.

One of the times he is awakened is by Bruce when he is Scouting For the Batcave. Danny is 16 and Bruce is 17

Danny vaguely tells him that he is put into the status for healing as the Lazarus Pit under Gotham. Bruce tells Danny he will come see him a few more times before he leaves on his trip and that he can come up to the manor anytime that he is awake. Danny is getting naturally healed and by the time that Bruce comes back Danny is able to be awake for long periods of time from the healing status.