#stealth crossover

[ladylilithprime]

When In Need

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Stealth Crossover: Guardians of Childhood

Summary: Since the Magical Revelation, strange things tended to happen a lot more often and openly, and it was usually best to check with a magical before deciding if something was cause for alarm or just another Thursday. And then Jack came home from school with two shadows.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 19: Shadow

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EVER SINCE THE Magical Revelation had happened in the year 2000, it had slowly become more and more commonplace for humans to encounter literally fantastical things in their day to day lives, particularly if they lived in one of the openly Integrated cities and neighborhoods that were cropping up all over the place. Quite a few misunderstandings had happened over behaviors that humans saw as threatening while other species were honestly trying to be friendly. Cas and Jimmy had seen quite a few things once they got to college that would have been quite strange to them growing up, and relied a lot on their magical dorm mates to help them sort out what was actually cause for alarm and what was just another Tuesday.

So when the door to Lighthouse CommodiTeas opened to let in a rather distracted Jack who appeared to be muttering to himself, Jimmy didn't immediately twig to something being off. Even when Jack joined the line at the counter rather than going straight to his usual after school corner table to start on his homework, it was a little odd but not cause for alarm. It was only when Jimmy caught sight of the second shadow along the floor next to Jack's extending from the boy's feet that Jimmy started to get concerned.

He handed off the iced Unicorn Berry Latte he had just finished making, gave Charlie the covert "calling in the big guns" sign, and ducked into the kitchen. "Hey, boss, got a minute?"

Sam, alerted to the potential trouble more from being called "boss" by Jimmy than by his tone, set down his pen and closed the notebook around it. "Category?"

Jimmy shook his head with a grimace. The category system was a nice shorthand for the types of customers that meant capital-T Trouble and usually required the half-faerie's special brand of encouragement towards good behavior. A category one to two was usually a particularly entitled Karen-type who wanted to speak to the manager. Category three was the harassment types, the ones who thought a barista was there to service them in other ways besides just making a drink or warming up one of their cookies, muffins, or scones. Category four was the religious bigots who occasionally came in with crosses or a petition to try and make the "devil's creatures" leave their neighborhood even though Avalon was one of the most heavily magical boroughs on Seven Mile Island. Category five was the violent types, and those usually got Sam's attention from the yelling well before someone had to come back and get him.

This wasn't something Jimmy knew how to categorize. "What's it mean if Jack comes in talking to someone I can't see and has two shadows?"

"Did he look scared or hurt?" was the predictable first question, which Jimmy also wasn't sure how to answer.

"He didn't look scared, exactly," he said, frowning as he thought back. "Preoccupied, yeah, and he got in line rather than go to his usual table."

"Hm," Sam frowned and got up. "I'm glad you came and got me. It's probably nothing to worry about, but..."

"Better safe than sorry?" Jimmy offered as he followed Sam back out to the front counter.

"Something like that," Sam agreed, sounding a bit preoccupied himself now. Charlie finished handing off the change for the customer just ahead of Jack and slid away to make the man's drink just as Sam and Jimmy got to the register. "What's going on, kiddo?"

"Mixy Nox needs help, Father," Jack said solemnly, with more formality than Jimmy had ever heard from him. He looked up and his eyes flared a strange dark silver. "Please, my prince."

The hairs on the back of Jimmy's neck stood up. That was not Jack's voice speaking, much deeper and carrying an undercurrent of something that scratched at the back of his mind like branches on a window in the middle of the night. He glanced up sharply at Sam, hoping for a clue as to whether this was cause for alarm or not, but Sam didn't even so much as flinch.

"What do you need, Nox?" he asked softly, his own expression going very serious.

"There is a boy," that strange voice intoned with Jack's mouth. "His name is Matthew Alphonse Pike. His father is a real estate developer in the territory called Oklahoma. He has been warned of a curse on the land on which his company means to build houses, that Kahnanesgi will protect the land from defilement. He thinks sacrificing his son, who has affinity for Kahnanesgi's children, will break the curse."

"Idiot," Sam hissed under his breath even as Jimmy bit back a curse of his own. The Revelation had brought back a lot of superstitions and fearmongering with the knowledge that magical beings, creatures, and old gods were very, very real, and the government didn't always have a handle on stopping the more extreme groups from doing something incredibly stupid. Jimmy rubbed at the ring on his left thumb and resisted the urge to press close against Sam's side. "Alright, Nox, come on out of my son and we'll go talk about how to help your boy and the price it will cost."

Sam held out a hand, and Jack shuddered before a dark silver light seemed to seep out of his skin to form a glowing orb that hovered in Sam's palm. Jimmy caught Sam's eye, read the pleading there, and nodded shortly, taking his place as Sam stepped back and swiftly carried the floating orb into the back. Jimmy looked down at Jack, possessing only one shadow now and looking a little pale around the metaphorical gills. "You want a hot cocoa, Jack?"

"Yes, please, Mr Jimmy," Jack mumbled, shivering a little before seeming to settle. He looked up, a little sheepish. "I'm sorry if Mixy Nox scared you. Their physical form is kinda stuck in a tree back in the main courtyard of the Summer Palace, so they hafta connect with someone to talk when they're running errands between the Realms. It doesn't hurt, s'just kinda cold."

"So long as you're sure you're alright, I'll take your word for it," Jimmy said, mentally resolving to double check that verdict with Sam just in case. Jack still looked rather cold and the hot cocoa was going to take a bit to make, so Jimmy shrugged out of the open flannel shirt he'd been wearing over his uniform T-shirt and leaned over the counter to drape it around Jack's shoulders. "Go on and sit down and I'll bring your drink out to you."

"Thanks, Papa J!" Jack chirped, burrowing into the flannel and all but skipping over to his usual table, leaving Jimmy to stare after him and try to convince himself that he had actually heard the boy say that.

And then he shook himself and traded places with Charlie to go make the mug of hot cocoa.

[inevitablemoment]

I’m Home, My Love

Word Count: 551

Warnings: Mentions of a canonical character death, head injury, fainting

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige Spengler

So, this is going to be part of my Ghostbusters/Frighteners crossover, which crosses with my post-movie Frighteners series Altered Perceptions, with the canon Ghostbusters ‘verse, and with my Cathleen Lives AU.

Enjoy!

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Cathleen let out a cry of both surprise and pain as she felt herself hit the ground. She still had her proton pack, so she was just on her back, like a turtle that turned onto its shell and was stuck. She was expecting her head to hit the side of the Ecto, so it was an honest relief to her.

She pressed her hands against the ground to try to push herself up to a sitting position. As she sat up, she noticed that the ground wasn’t as... grassy.

She opened her eyes, her jaw almost dropping when she saw the tall skyscrapers before her.

She had lived in this city for almost thirty years, not counting the year when she and Egon lived in Cambridge when he was studying at M.I.T.

But... how could this have happened? And besides getting her out of the way, why would Gozer have sent her back to New York?

Suddenly, she saw a flash of blue whoosh past her. Despite the weight of her pack, she jumped to her feet and ran after it.

That was definitely a ghost. She couldn’t tell what class it was, but if she...

Shit, Phoebe had the PKE!

She followed the ghost for what felt like miles and miles before it stopped. Well, not so much stopped, and more like was caught in what looked very much like a proton stream.

To her right, she spotted the new “No Ghosts” logo that they had installed at the firehouse after they had returned in 1989. But last she had heard, some shitty coffee chain had bought the firehouse.

“I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM!” a familiar voice yelled.

The hairs on her body seemed to stand on end as she heard that voice that she knew so well. Her head whipped back to see where it was coming from...

It was Egon.

Alive and well, looking as he had thirty years ago.

And there was Ray, and Peter, and Winston...

And a couple of people that she didn’t recognized standing behind her husband.

One of them was a man with brown hair, and a woman with raven curls. The man was holding the woman protectively as they watched the scene in front of them.

The ghost seemed to be beginning to release itself from the stream, so Egon called for assistance. Both Peter and Ray attempted to help, but Winston couldn’t because he was working on the trap.

Cathleen quickly retrieved her gun, and shot out a proton stream that coiled around the ghost like a lasso. She kept her eye on the little spook, but she could sense the surprised looks and eyes on her. Winston opened the trap, and she, Egon, Peter, and Ray carefully lowered the ghost down until the trap began to suck it in.

The trap shut closed, and Cathleen allowed herself to look at the people before her.

But most of all, Egon.

He was standing before her-- happy, healthy, and alive.

“Cath?!” he called out her name in confusion before his face broke out into a smile.

The kind of smile that one would have if they haven’t had a reason to in a long time.

“CATH!”

“Egon...” she was able to breathe his name before darkness claimed her.

“Cath? CATH!”

[v-thinks-on]

It was a magnificent old castle, standing tall upon a lonesome tor, remarkably well preserved despite the unrelenting passage of time. Wrought iron gates which had once opened for horse and carriage now parted for a plain black automobile. They shut behind it with a clang that cut through the cold air.

The vehicle pulled up in front of the tall, grand front doors, and the porter came around to let out the lone passenger. First, a gentleman’s walking stick poked out to brace itself against the ancient stones, and then came the gentleman himself. He was a funny, fastidious little man, round like an egg with a dignified moustache, his head inquisitively cocked to one side.

“Merci,” he said to the porter with a little bob of his head, and then he passed through the yawning doors into the castle.

 The sharp sound of his cane against the floor echoed around the cavernous, stone-paved hall; it may as well have belonged to a giantess. The high walls were hung with tapestries and portraits that progressed through the centuries, and even the furniture served as a reminder of the castle’s noble age. However, the little man regarded it all with an impassive eye.

Graves, the butler, greeted the visitor as he entered the castle; he was a head taller, but compared with the largess of their surroundings, it may as well have been an inch. He led the way through one of the many doors off of the hall into a comparatively miniscule octagonal room lined with bookshelves, which made for an intimate study.

“If you would wait here, sir. I will come for you when Lady MacBay is ready to see you.”

“Mais oui,” the visitor said imperiously, “Lady MacBay should know that Hercule Poirot is not one to be kept waiting.”

Graves inclined his head like any good servant and took his leave.

Poirot took out his pocketwatch and glanced at the time.

Without further ado, I present my contribution to the @sunflower-auction for @useyourtelescope: A Second Opinion!

[bluerosefox]

Presence Pressure

Danny learned the reason why both his adopted parents and the GIW find it a little hard to somewhat track him down in human form (unlike when he's in ghost form) is because when he was still in the LOA he learned to suppress his presence (he was always good stealth, blending in, and other things like that, unlike his brother who didn't have the patience for it) and he does it subconsciously in human form but not in ghost form.

After finding that out he starts to train his ghost form to suppress his core/presence to that nearly of a blob ghost (and boy has it been fun being able to sneak his way into fights when his rogues come to town. Skulker is both the best and worst, he enjoys the challenge, Danny won't lie he enjoys testing his abilities against the 'greatest hunter')

Once Danny got a good handle on it, his parents suddenly burst into his room and announced that they're heading to Gotham tonight!

Cause apparently that 'ghost scum' ecto-signature has been detected there and they finally found it after months of recalibrating their inventions to find his trail. (And where his parents went the GIW have their eyes in his parents which meant they're not to far behind)

Danny is stunned (he forgot Damian and his DNA were very similar due to being 'hand-crafted' and the fact they grew up around the Lazarus Pits, that Danny suspected was dirty ecto now)

Oh... oh no.

[mugwot]

rotating this crossover in my brain. again. i am not gonna say that the kitty is unlucky Because it is a black cat But. it sure is in situations often. lower are vague end-game Ghost Trick spoilers, go play the game! (or you know, watch a lets play) its short and sweet and has a good resent remaster for pc.

my current thought is that sissel got lost on a road trip? maybe fell through a portal? and is kinda stuck in the middle of nowhere usa. Shenanigans ensue. that happens when you have an increadibly powerful energy source stuck in a kinda defenceless body (not counting the time powers. which i am sure clockwork has nothing to say about and danny specifically doesnt have any negative experience with.)

[mzminola]

Keyblade wielders Dick Grayson & Cassandra Cain.

Princess of Heart Tim Drake.

[moonbear-from-space]

🦇🕷🕸🦔

[geetzyfily]

Ninja on ninja action!

[renegadeem]

That’s it! *Fallouts your Final Fantasy*

[rwac96]

Type:Prompt

Au:Crossover AU, Original Au

Ragna x Rias Gremory

As they’re fun time continues and Rias love the pounding that she received along with the multiple creampie while not minding that she could get pregnant she received a phone call on her cell phone from her best friend akeno at first she was going to ignore until Ragna had a wicked idea decided to grab and tell Rias to answer and talk to her while Rias was horrified of it be feeling that she get even more turn on as she was hide her moan(horrible at that) while talking to her best friend while Ragna was fucking her even hard.

(previously)

Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!

"Aaahh, Raaagnaaaahhh!"

Rias Gremory was bouncing up and down upon Ragna's lap, impaling herself upon his thick and throbbing manhood. Up and down the Devil Princess rode the Grim Reaper, letting his girth spread her slick tunnel wide. She threw her head back, while the silver-haired swordsman had one hand on one of her ass cheeks, while the other held her cell phone. The SS-Class criminal groans, having a conversation with another person. However, he was using Rias' phone to talk to the caller, Akeno.

"Seriously!" Akeno barked, "Where's Rias?"

"She's busy," Ragna replied, while Rias did her best to cover her moans.

"Mhmmmffff~!!" The Devil Princess poorly covered her moan, so that her best friend couldn't overhear that from the phone.

[badassindistress]

I wrote @pioup-pioup a dead boy detectives crossover precisely calculated to take her out at the kneecaps.

Everyone, please enjoy Edwin meeting a Damsel in Distress~✨

[confetti-cat]

Random ask game: #4 but you're breaking me out of prison. What did I do? It's a secret.

4. have a scenario: you have to break someone out of prison, and you are allowed a squad of four people. they can be real or fictional. who are you picking?

The stakes! The drama! I'm taking a guess that a hostile government encoded their plans for world domination in a seemingly ordinary fairy tale 50 years ago, and just before their scheme began to come to fruition, you were the first person to decipher their plans. You are now in a high-security prison in Capitolonia, the largest city of Madeupcountria.

My team, assembled through a hodgepodge of time travel and inter-dimensional portals, is:

Eugene from Tangled/Tangled the Series. With his background in going to and subsequently escaping prison, I would put him in charge of the team. (I am unfortunately wildly unqualified to lead this mission, so I'm defecting to those who have more experience.) He'll probably have a very good plan to sneaky-sneak/disguise/run very fast through the prison's security.

Zuko from The Last Airbender. If he can break Aang out of jail, I think he could help break you out of jail. The only problem might be getting him to work well with Eugene—their mildly different approaches to making names for themselves may lead to them splitting up to each try it their way, but hopefully that still leads to the end result we're after.

Elsa from Frozen. I don't know, I just feel like terrifying the prison guards while we do this. Eugene is used to planning elaborate rescue missions with princesses who have unusual powers, so I think he'd be fine with this. Elsa would probably feel a little awkward at first (mood), but ultimately, a prison break expedition might end up being more fun than she expected. Since they seem like they'd work better together, I'd probably try to keep her teamed up with Eugene, although an Elsa and Zuko teamup could be great too. Those two honestly might make friends during a professional teamup. In a casual setting, I think they'd just be awkward at each other.

The Florid Sword from The Wingfeather Saga. This one is admittedly 55% because it'd be entertaining to make everyone else work with him. (The other 45% is because he'd be a good choice for this; he's skilled in swooping in on ropes and fighting guards and what-have-you.) While his swordfighting skills would rival any legendary fantasy hero's, his real strength is his incredibly bad fake Olde Englishe accent, because he can confuse a room into baffled silence in seconds. Pros: He might actually beat the whole team to getting you out because it'd be funny. Cons: Would probably baffle our own team into pausing at inopportune times. I think I would team him up with Zuko, both to spare Eugene the minor exasperation and because the Florid Sword is canonically a very good father figure. I can picture them being a surprisingly good duo.

With a crew like this, I feel like we have a pretty good chance of success. I'm thinking:

We start the heist by having Zuko set off a fire alarm somewhere else in the prison. This serves as an excellent first distraction.

Eugene uses a stolen guard's outfit and ID, a la how he infiltrated Trevor's castle in In Like Flynn, to get into the guards' room and access whatever keys we need. We use the map he acquired prior to this (we don't ask from where) to navigate the complex.

(Sidenote - I do not know how high-security prisons work, so let's pretend they still have offices with rings of keys in them. I think they would realistically need hacked into. Should I have put Riley Poole on the team instead of the Florid Sword, considering that we're in modern times and there will likely not be much swordfighting? Yes, but it's too late to turn back now.)

(Double sidenote, trying to get Eugene and Riley to work together would be hilarious. The dialogue alone would make them perfect for a heist movie. We'll revisit this idea if anyone else needs broken out of prison.)

I'm running low on brainpower to finish the scenario, but trust me, it would be glorious. Your escape will be one for the history books. We will all go out for dinner afterward to celebrate, and that dinner will also warrant being written about. Your future autobiography will be rated the most engrossing read of the decade. 10/10 escapade, we would definitely need to take a group photo afterward.

[escapistsatellite]

Transformers series in which the Autobot and Decepticon are unconventonal casts that are not comprised of Optimus & Megatron and their usual teammates and the human teens are 1/2 of a post adventure Digidestined group.

[angeltannis]

if I could draw regularly again without injuring myself I'd be drawing so much Asha and Frey content. they are best friends in my mind

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 7th Anniversary to ARMS

"Hello everyone! Biff here on ARMS Island with a special announcement!" Biff shouted on the intercom.

"Today is the 7 year Anniversary of ARMS, ARMS, ARMS! So our players here on ARMS Island will be happy to spend some time with their fans." Biff spoke.

It has been 7 years since ARMS came to the Nintendo Switch. So today, I'm making an open roleplay for some of your favorite ARMS characters; from Spring Man to Dr. Coyle.

I also roleplay as my fave females; Lola Pop, Twintelle, Min, Min and Ribbon Girl. So don't be afraid to pop on in.

Open for: @friendlyheartless, @hoshi-neko-hikari, @bluemajingirl, @the-silver-screen-queen, @thesuckerpuncher, @keywcilder

[nomiyakazehaya]

finally got around trying my hand at designing my possibly tf oc for once, but character design really be difficult af