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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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Ghost!Robin Part 8

Look at you lucky ducks! Two WIP Wednesday excerpts today! I'm afraid you won't be able to get used to it. Going forward I may update each fic on alternating weeks. I have a busy few months coming up if everything goes to plan and could use the buffer in case I can't get much writing done. We'll see, though.

I'm going to start leaving a fic summary at the beginning of every excerpt in case people find this in the wild and want to know what they're getting into.

Summary: Danny is finally going to meet Jazz's boyfriend Jason. At Jason's family's mansion. He spent weeks making sure he could have an evening off of any Ghost King business. But when he meets Jason on the steps of the mansion, he can barely pay attention to the guy because his focus is on the ghost of the dead Robin hanging off his shoulders. Who is very happy to find someone who can actually see him.

Word Count: 1.4k

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“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Tim and Barbara’s typing seemed to get faster. And then a pair of pixie boots and legs settled on the table next to his plate. He looked up and met Robin’s eyes.

Robin reached out an poked Danny on the nose. He gave a little trill of safe, friends drawing a smile out of Danny.

At the same time, Duke exclaimed, “That’s why you have a crown!”

And Steph said, “Okay, I may be out of the loop, but what the hell are the Infinite Realms?”

Damian snorted. “Aren’t you too young to be a king of anything?”

Danny half stood. “Look, do you want to go spar or something? Is that why you keep picking fights? Because we can do that. Fighting is good for young liminals. But I really don’t think this is the time or place.”

Jazz groaned and dragged him back into his seat. “Stop it, Danny. You’re on Earth right now.” Speaking over Danny’s protests, she explained to Damian, “We wish. Managed to get them to delay until he turned eighteen at least, but his grandfather wouldn’t let us wait any longer than that.”

Danny let the fight drop, but he did notice how Damian’s grip on his spoon tightened. Looked like they would be having that spar tonight if Damian had anything to say about it. Still, Jazz was right and he had to follow human customs on Earth so he bumped his sister’s shoulder and spoke to her instead. “You know as well as I do that he would’ve if it was possible. But thanks to Pariah, there are things that haven’t been done in a thousand years and it’s been causing so many problems.”

“Steph,” said Barbara. “The Infinite Realms are the spaces between universes according to Constantine. His documentation states that the Realm’s inhabitants are all incredibly overpowered and should not be approached under any circumstances. Just one being can evade all methods of capture with standard supplies.”

Jazz nodded. “And our parents dedicated their lives to building a portal to the Infinite Realms, or the Ghost Zone as they call it, and destroying all ghosts.”

“By ‘ghosts,’” asked Bruce, “Do you mean beings from these Infinite Realms?”

Jazz nodded. “Yes. Most beings from the Infinite Realms come into being when a living creature dies in a traumatic way, with a lot of emotion, or near a large source of ectoplasm. Usually some combination of all three.”

Both Tim and Bruce tried to ask further questions, but Jason’s voice cut in over theirs. “Jazz, when you say your parents wanted to ‘destroy all ghosts,’ did they stop after Danny’s accident?” Jason’s question did, at least, cause silence to fall as everyone stared at the two siblings.

Jazz looked down and gripped the tablecloth tightly, jaw clenched. Now it was Danny’s turn to lay a comforting hand over hers.

“No,” Danny said. “They didn’t. They didn’t know what happened for several years and when they found out… Well, there’s a reason I can’t use their last name and Jazz won’t call them ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ anymore. But”—Danny clapped his hands—“this is a great segway into what is actually important. Does the Justice League know about the Guys in White? More formally known as the Ghost Investigation Ward? Or even just GIW?”

“That name is unfamiliar to me,” said Bruce.

Tim agreed. “Babs and I aren’t seeing anything in the JL databases.”

Even Robin just shrugged.

Danny didn’t expect the jolt of pain that sent through his chest and Jazz turned their hands around until they were gripping each other’s hands with more force than any baseline human would’ve been able to.

“I told you, Danny. They didn’t know. They didn’t know.” Her eyes were wet, but she forced a shaky smile. “You could’ve had help.”

Danny just shook his head. “Even if I had believed they didn’t know… Without meeting them, without knowing how many of their own were in danger, I would’ve never trusted them. Too many people rely on me for me to risk it.”

“Care to enlighten the rest of us?” asked Dick. His posture was relaxed, but his voice had an edge that hadn’t been there earlier.

Robin nodded from where he sat staring at Danny. He sent out a questioning Danger? pulse at Danny.

“Yeah, danger,” agreed Danny. “Barbara, Tim, if I give you a law code number, can you pull up the law I’m referring to?”

“Of course,” agreed Barbara. “Just a moment… And shoot.”

Danny gave them the code for the Anti-Ecto Acts. “The Guys in White are the government agency responsible for enforcing the Anti-Ecto Acts which classify all ‘ectoplasmic entities’”—he made the air quotes—“as non-sentient and non-sapient and excludes us from the metahuman protection acts.”

“What the fuck!” shouted Duke.

Next to Danny, Dick suddenly was sitting up tense. “That’s impossible.”

“The league would’ve noticed such an act being passed,” said Damian, though he didn’t look as sure as his words would seem.

Cass merely tilted her head and looked at him while Steph choked on her drink.

Bruce looked to Tim and Barbara. “Is this true?” he asked them.

Robin pointed to himself and mouthed the word ‘Me?’ at Danny.

“I’m afraid so. And Bruce, Cass, Steph, and Damian as well.”

Dick’s spluttering got louder. “How are they all in danger?” he demanded to know.

Before Danny could reply, Tim was speaking. “It’s all true. And far worse than Danny implied. Not only are ecto-entities not protected by the metahuman protection laws, but they are to be actively hunted and turned over to the GIW for experimentation and extermination and anyone who assists them is declared guilty of treason.”

“When did they pass?” asked Bruce.

“Four years ago,” said Barbara. “While Luthor was president. They were hidden in some laws about green energy.”

“Ghost are made of ectoplasm,” explained Jazz. “Ectoplasm is a fantastic energy source.”

“It happened a few months after I defeated the previous king but before my coronation,” added Danny.

“Why do you think myself, Damian, Cass, Stephanie, and Jason will be targeted by this Ghost Investigation Ward?”

“It’ll be easier to show you.” Danny reached down and pulled up his bag. The thing was made in Pandora’s realm and was bigger on the inside. Once open, it took him a moment to find what he was looking for. He could see Robin signing to the group next to him. “Here we are,” Danny said as he pulled out three devices. “These are all different ectoplasm detection devices. One is my own design, one is the Guys in White’s design, and one is my parent’s design. I’ll show you mine first because it’s the best.”

“Might be a dumb question,” started Dick, “but what the hell is ectoplasm?”

“So you know how all the elements in this universe came about from nuclear fusion of hydrogen in the cores of stars?” asked Danny. When most everyone nodded, he continued, “In the Infinite Realms, that base element is ectoplasm. But there’s no need for a star to transform it into anything else. It will mold to the shape any consciousness that interacts with it wants. When sentient creatures slip through, either by a portal or through death or any other means, they shape the part of the Realm they’re in to their will. The stronger the ghost, the larger the area they control.” Holding out his hands, Danny called forth a ball of ectoplasm, shaping it into a glowing-green ice duck. “Something like this,” he commented grinning around the table.

Only to be met with horrified looks as most of the table were staring at his hands with distrust. Damian had his knife out again. Jason, his gun with the other arm held protectively in front of Jazz. Bruce was standing and Cass tense.

“What’s wrong?” asked Danny. “It’s just an ice duck sculpture. Completely harmless.”

Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

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Challenge: Stay on one topic for more than two sentences.

Outcome: Failed.

They keep getting side tracked with more questions. And Danny still hasn't had a bite of his pie. This evening will never be over.

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#dpxdc #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jason todd #Ghost!Robin #anger management #my writing #every sentence out of danny's or jazz's mouths leads to more questions #they will never be able to get through them all #but more importantly!#will danny ever get to eat his pie?#even he's forgotten about it #and its sitting right in front of him #but so is a ghost so...

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emberdew · 2 months

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maybe wulf has a furry’s dream job

Summary:

Kyle meets Wulf for the first time. It's cool that furries are being hired for the government experiment!

Word Count: 421

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Hi, the DP Side Hoes week prompts finally inspired me to write some scenes for this silly little Kyle is right AU that me and my bestie (@gurggggleburgle) have been talking about for a while. This AU was heavily inspired by the wild plot twist in Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney where all the magical stuff in that game turns out to be because the town was a government experiment. I thought it would be funny if that was the case for the ghostly stuff in Amity Park too, which would mean that Kyle is right and ghosts don't exist.

When Kyle Weston heard voices as they approached their favorite hang out spot behind the school, they weren’t sure what they expected. A couple making out? Upperclassmen smoking weed?

They probably shouldn’t have been surprised to see one of the “ghost” actors. It was Amity Park, after all.

This one was in a costume they hadn’t seen before- a large wolf with black fur and a green hoodie. And the wolf was talking to someone they recognized from the grade below them, the technogeek Tucker Foley.

As they got closer, Kyle recognized that they were speaking in Esperanto, of all things. Well, Wulf was speaking in Esperanto. Tucker’s stilted attempt at conversation wasn’t that good. It seemed like he was trying to explain the different features of his PDA to the wolf man, but the “ghost” wasn’t understanding him.

Kyle had a pretty good grasp on the language because several years ago they had decided it would be funny to learn it to annoy Wes. And it had worked. It drove their brother up the wall when he found out that Kyle had learned a dead language instead of something actually useful out of spite. Well guess what Wes, it was going to be useful right now.

“Wow, the government researchers are paying people to be furries now?” Kyle asked in Esperanto.

The wolf’s jaw dropped. Tucker rolled his eyes at Kyle. It seems like he pretty much understood what they had said.

“Wulf, that’s Kyle. They don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Really?” Wulf stared in surprise at the teen.

Kyle nodded and turned to Tucker.

“You’re a furry right? Getting paid to do that must be like your dream job.”

“Huh? No, wait- what?” Tucker sputtered.

“It was nice to meet you, but I have to go,” Wulf said. He used his claws to tear a hole in the air that led into the swirling green depths of the Ghost Zone, then jumped in.

Kyle stared at the spot where the “ghost” had disappeared and leaned closer to Tucker conspiratorially.

“Did you know there’s something in the water that makes us black out when we hear the sound of silver? I think that’s how they make the actors get away so quickly like that,” Kyle whispered.

Tucker just stared at them in disbelief.

“Though I don’t know how no one notices the time lost whenever they do that.” Kyle put a hand on their chin. “Maybe they’re also drugging us somehow?”

Tucker quietly walked away while Kyle continued their contemplation alone.

#my fic #danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2024 #kyle is right AU #Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney spoilers

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poohbea · 2 years

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pooooooh! hello bb. how are you doing? i would like to send in an ask for your follower event.

My age: 18 - almost 19.

Appointment colour: RED

Who I am booking my appointment with: Suguru Geto

What I would like to happen during my appointment: i was thinking of professor!suguru with his student (of course both are adults) and he somehow finds out that she has a crush on him. so he does something about it👀 also can he be like nice at least? don't make him too mean because then i'd want to punch his face and i don't wanna mess up those handsome features yk?

thank you if you decide to do this and if not, that's completely fine too. enjoy and congrats again!!!

wordcount: 1.3k

content: college professor!geto, escort!geto, college student!reader, roleplay, praise, implied mutual pining, student teacher relations, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), fingering, mutual masturbation, unedited

note from pooh: hi, my babyyy thank you so much for putting in a req for this event, i know it's now deleted but i wanted to still get these done as you and a two others were wonderful enough to participate. i'm so sorry this took so long, but it's hereee and i hope you enjoy it, i've never actually written the student x professor trope so we're getting me out of my comfort zone haha, it's a good thing tho, i need to be pushed as a writer. also i would never make him mean pls, i’d punch him too 😂

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

“I heard that you have something to tell me?” Your professor smiles as he shuts the door behind him.

You nod silently as you walk into the large hotel suite, marvelling at the intricacies and minute details, all in an attempt to ignore the task at hand. You weren’t sure when or even if he had actually found out, but as your toes sunk into the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed everything became a reality.

“Y/n.” His voice interrupts your train of thought, your gaze now on him instead of the satin sheets adorning the king-sized bed in front of you. It was as if your throat closed itself as those dark eyes bore into yours, and although seemingly soft, you were still able to catch the flicker of lust within their depths. “I’m not making you nervous am I?” He questions, head tilting teasingly on his approach.

With a shaky breath you finally find your voice. “No,” His brow raises at your shy dismissal, choosing to lean against the desk adjacent to you. “Not entirely…”

“Not entirely?” He echoes, playing with the collar of his turtleneck. “So what is it?”

You pause, an exhale escaping your gloss-sheened lips. “Well… we spend a lot of time together with all these private lessons…” Your hair bounces as you set your bag down at your feet, gaze failing to meet his in doing so.

“We do.” He confirms, watching you over the rim of his glasses.

“So, can you blame me?”

“For?” He knew exactly what this was about, so did he really crave the satisfaction of hearing you say it that badly?

“For what it is I’m feeling.” A small smile graces your lips when he offers a hand and you take it eagerly, gasping as he pulls you into him, chest flush against his own.

“And what feeling would that be?” The question is hushed, breath hot against your lips that now ghosted his. You didn’t answer immediately, it’s not like you could anyway, the movement of his hands far too distracting as one rubs soothing circles into your hips and the other caresses your cheek.

“Affection,” You begin, gaze dropping to his lips. “Desire,” The hand at your waist snakes to the curve of your ass, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “… Lust?”

“Such a dirty girl, lusting after your professor of all people.” He smirks, voice low as the tendrils of salacity take hold of him. “What ever shall I do with you, hmm?”

“I’m sure we can think of something.” Those were your final words before he pulled you into a kiss, lips hot and desperate against your own, the last of his resolve decimated by the simple bat of your lashes.

Immediately your fingers lace through the inky stands of his hair, nails grazing his scalp as he pulls you closer. His own digits snake beneath the hem of your skirt, hands finding purchase on your ass, squeezing and kneading it in his palms whilst his mind strays from any sliver of remaining decency.

He walks you backward into the edge of the desk, wordlessly telling you to sit when he guides you onto it, stepping between already parted thighs. His touch wanders from the softness of your backside to the heat of your core, smiling when he finds it free of any underwear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me, Miss l/n.” He jests as he mindlessly plays between your legs, pads of his index and middle compassing the expanse of your clit.

“And if I am, Mr Geto?”

“Then let me be the first to tell you…” His fingers dance through your folds, pooling arousal allowing them to glide easily. “You’ve succeeded.”

With the ministrations of his digits and the warmth of his lips against your skin, it wasn’t long before you were moaning into his shoulder, clawing at the wool of his sweater desperately, hips rolling in time with each stroke of your clit.

“Fuck, Suguru!” You mewl, yearning for more. His teasing fingertips growing less effective with the imprint of his cock nudging against your inner thigh, a more interesting prospect in the face of unbridled lust.

A breathy exhale escapes him as you trace the outline through his slacks, one finger at a time making their way around the rim, your other hand trailing lower to cup his balls.

“Shit.” Geto growls, watching as you stroke him through the prison of his pants, your small hands moving in time with his that still worked between your thighs. “Don’t stop, baby.”

You take that as an invitation to undo his belt, the buckle clinking as you pull it from around his waist. Next was the button and fly, Geto’s ability to speak lost in the trance of your fingers making quick work of his slacks, chest heaving when they pool at his ankles.

The involuntary buck of his hips as your touch returns to his bulge makes you snicker, palm stroking it leisurely and still refusing to slip beneath the fabric of his briefs. “You’re such a fucking tease.” He moans into your neck, his own fingers still buried between the warmth of your thighs.

You giggle in reply, gaze growing hazy with each circle of your sensitive bud. “You’re one to talk.”

“Touche, sweetheart.” Those final words had rendered you both speechless, coherent conversation replaced with one in the form of sighs and soft moans, each exhale hot against the other’s skin that were now no doubtedly flushed in such close proximity. Silently, you fell into a reverie of mutual pleasure, gasping when he dips his fingertips past your entrance.

“Sugu…” His eyes meet yours briefly, gaze a clear picture of hunger and desire as he drank in your angelic features, the apples of your cheeks, the dilation of your pupils, the alluring curve of your plush lips.

He cups your hand with his free one, guiding you beyond the waistband of his briefs, a mute request you were more than happy to grant. Instantaneously does his breath brush your lips, the resulting sigh becoming yours as you draw him into a kiss. The prudent grasp around his length evolves into a steady rhythm, mirroring the in and out of his index and middle fingers.

“How is it that no matter how many times we do this, you still manage to make me feel this way?” You didn’t have an answer, not that he actually needed one anyway, he was all too aware of how familiar his body was to you.

There were times he actually craved you, this little student teacher game you’d thrown him into, one of his favourites among the long list of clients that walked through that door. They say it’s dangerous to mix business and pleasure, but with that being the entire point of his job, it was difficult to avoid those inevitable emotions. However, he was obligated to maintain strict professionalism, he owed you that much.

“Because I’m the best you ever had.” The claim was teasing but not entirely false, though he’d never admit that outloud.

“And I’m assuming that title belongs to me as well?”

Your giggle sparks a foreign feeling in the depths of his chest. “I don’t know about that.”

“Mm,” Was his only response before picking up the pace of his fingers, pads grazing the spongy domain of your g-spot.

“Fuck, wait, Sugu, hold on- ah!”

“What am I waiting for, baby?” He smirks, eyes dark as he ignores the desperate clutching of your hands around his wrist.

“Suguru, please, I can’t, ‘s too much- fuck!” The intense pleasure that overcomes you has him chuckling, the scene of your climax never ceasing to entertain. The heat of your thighs trap him in his place, still knuckle deep in your pussy, arousal staining the mahogany desk beneath your ass. He doesn’t mind, in fact helping you through it with the simple stroke of your clit, kissing your forehead that once rested against his own.

When you finally come down, you go lax against him with a sigh. “Did that help you determine your answer?” He questions softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You laugh breathlessly, a feeble fist striking his chest. “Yes.”

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#the ending was hard and idk why hahaha i struggled a little i'll be honest #⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s world ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#geto #getou #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #jjk smut #geto smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru #female reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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flowerxguts · 7 months

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…—————＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ OC FICLET ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊—————…

Morgan stood before the dilapidated house, a sense of dread hovering in the air around her.

She bowed her head, tugging off the gas mask, praying the radiation was far enough away for the action to be safe.

She needed to take a better look at the house, take in each and every splinter in the logs until she understood why she had brought herself here.

Morgan found herself on the outskirts of the now radioactive seventy-first sector. Edenburrow, the welcome sign a few miles back had read.

The northern cold nipped at her skin as she finally managed to unveil her face.

Without the glaze over the glass of the masks covering, her eyes were able to focus on the clear scene before her.

This was Damien's house, she knew by the large fenced garden visible from the front he always described the rare few times he spoke of his childhood. The greenery he recalled was long dead, unable to live in the post-fallout conditions.

This means the story told was his as well. there really was no doubting this fact in the first place, as the details were all too uncanny, but now she was able to confirm the location being accurate.

Damien was a ghost story, unbeknownst to him.

Close to four weeks ago Morgan stumbled across a large traveling group, around thirteen individuals of varying ages. Most were young, but still a fair few years ahead of her. She ran with them for a few weeks, lacking much else to do. It was nice to be around people again, as she’d spent longer alone after departing home than she cared to admit.

There was a boy in the group, Baxter. She was almost positive that was his last name, but she had never learned his first. He was around four years older than her, just a kid who got bored with his life and decided to look for adventure. One night, around the fire, he began telling stories to entertain the group. Morgan didn’t pay it any mind, entirely disinterested in the folktales, preoccupied with her own thoughts, until he mentioned a familiar story: A girl who went crazy in an isolated town, ended up killing her mother, but her younger brother walked in.

The mention of the younger brother caused ice to run through her veins. His name didn't have to be said, Morgan would know him from anywhere.

She asked where he had heard the story, possibly coming off more desperate than intended. Baxter shrugged, saying that it was a rumor her heard as a kid. he added that the people around the area shared it as ghost story now, but he was certain it was true. The answer didn’t satisfy her, but she knew further probing on who exactly would come off discomforting. Instead, she relaxed her posture again, asking where it happened. Up North, was the response, the town outside the seventy-first sector. She nodded, taking in the information, blocking out Baxters jabber about the fall-out zone. after a moment of deliberation she asked what happened to the younger brother, her tone a little rougher than before. Baxter had only shrugged, saying he was probably placed with in foster care after the fact because he didn’t have any other family.

Morgan left the group three days after the story was told. She made up her mind to find the house.

Now, she stood before it.

It was decently sized home. It was a cabin more or less. It was made of a deep brown wood that stood out against the decayed orange terrain around it. There was no structural damage, its location being far enough away from the initial blast to maintain its form. It was almost entirely intact minus a shattered window and the dead flora.

She could imagine it as Damien described it in its prime, lush and green. His mothers rose bushes still lined the front wall of the home, but were now reduced to nothing but snapped branches.

She approached the house solemnly, eyes now fixated on the cross nailed above the door. Someone had taken out the top nail, causing the religious symbol to hang upside down in a satanic manner.

She sneered.

Morgan was not religious by any means, but the action left a bad taste in her mouth. The only time she ever stepped foot in a church was two years ago when Damien asked her to join him for mass at Christmas. She had slept through the service, bored by the droned preaching, but her companion hadn’t minded, simply happy to have someone with him.

Damien was the religious one of the two, a devout catholic. It felt wrong. This was his childhood home, what he once believed to be his safe haven. Out of respect for both him and his mothers memory, she decided it would be sacrilegious to leave the cross this way and took mental note to scout the home for a nail and hammer.

She made her was forward, establishing herself on the porch, hand grasping at the rusted door handle.

She froze for a moment, hesitant to open the gateway.

Was this a violation? She had not seen Damien in two months, having left without anything but a brief note. The boy did not know she was entering his childhood home, the place where his mothers life was lost, nor did he know she even knew where his house was.

She had not told her the town, or the sector. He likely did not want her here. This was too intimate.

Morgan couldn’t explain her actions, not truly. She should have just moved on, let his memory be a story told from another’s tongue, but she couldn’t.

Was she getting closure? No. No, whatever existed between them had no end.

She evaluated the weight that settled on her shoulders, digesting the pit that had formed in her stomach. It was a certain ache, prevalent in her chest. It traveled through her throat, causing her breath to hitch for just a moment

She was here because she missed him.

She was here because she could not go back to him.

This was a last resort to feel close, to know him.

#creative writing assignment based off a prompt that i do NOT!!!!!!!! like so take this lightly #😇😇😇#->#oc ficlet #oc fic #oc #oc: damien #oc: morgan

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 10 months

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Chapter 7 Part 2: Videre sine videri (Seeing without being seen)

Warning: people die

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

Previous / Masterlist / Next

It wasn’t until right before dawn that they made their final stop, covered by a patch of trees and overlooking a small dry stream bed. Per the path traced with the rugged tablet, there were still about two kilometers left to the coordinates Laswell had provided.

‘‘There should be light if there’s a camp there…’’ Riot commented, barely loud enough for him to hear, and he nodded in agreement.

‘‘We might be able to see better when it dawns, but that would mean it’d be harder to sneak in’’

‘‘Laswell said there were no satellite images, but in the topographical map it shows that there is a small mountain range more or less in the same area’’ She whispered, consulting the tablet while Ghost covered the surroundings, and then she looked up, trying to make out the outline of the woods further down from where they were. ‘‘It’s a long shot, but could it be that they are using the mountain to cover from sight?’’

‘‘We’ll have to get closer to…’’ Ghost turned to look at her sharply when she gripped his arm all of a sudden. ‘‘What?’’

‘‘Smoke’’ She whispered, her eyes fixed on some point over his shoulder. He followed her gaze and then saw it. A weak volute of smoke further down the dry stream they were perched upon. ‘‘A patrol?’’

‘‘Maybe’’ He grunted. ‘‘I don’t want to leave behind anything that could raise the alarm. Let’s go see’’

Riot nodded. Her heartbeat was steady. Her breathing was still normal. She had feared she would be terrified, petrified, paralyzed, useless. But she was almost looking forward to it. Her hand gripped harder her M4, her finger on the trigger.

‘‘I’ll watch your six’’

Ghost turned to look at her, and she could swear there was amusement in his eyes.

‘‘You lead this one, Sergeant. I’ll watch your six’’

‘‘But, sir…’’

‘‘I’m not going to repeat myself’’

Infuriating bastard, I know what you’re doing

Her eyes narrowed, and this time he knew it wasn’t a smile. But she moved, brushing past him to head their path towards the place from where the smoke was coming from, giving it a wide berth to better observe the surroundings.

If he hadn’t been looking at her, Ghost wouldn’t have been able to make out where she was. He was quite stealthy, but with his size, he was bound to make even the smallest noise, a leaf crunching under his boot, a stick splitting, anything. She was shorter than him by quite a bit, and although muscular, leaner than him, and she seemed to glide above the ground.

Riot moved carefully, trained eyes at times on the ground and at times at the front and one side, leaving the other side and the back for Ghost to watch while she guided him among the trees, stopping to listen from time to time. As they approached the zone, they could hear rustling sounds and voices.

It was a small camp, of only four tents, with a small group of six men dressed in fatigues sitting around a makeshift fire, laughing and drinking. Ghost and Riot shared a disapproving look, seeing how close the tents were to the trees, how distracted the men were, how badly defended was their camp, that none of them were keeping watch.

‘‘Ghost to Base’’ He growled into the comm, his eyes again on the camp while she lifted her head slightly to look around, scanning the surroundings.

‘‘Looks like they’re alone’’ Riot sighed, smirking under her balaclava, the situation was so stupidly funny. ‘‘Wind is favoring us.’’

‘‘Reckless’’ Ghost grunted. ‘‘What is their officer thinking’’

‘‘Base to Ghost’’ Gaz’s voice came out of the comm, and they both could almost imagine his smile. ‘‘Good to hear from you. Soap has gone to get Price. How is it going?’’

‘‘No problems so far. We’ve found a small camp with six idiots in fatigues getting drunk’’

‘‘Have you found the camp Laswell talked about?’’

‘‘Not yet’’

‘‘Price is here. Good luck’’ Gaz’s voice was replaced by the Captain’s. ‘‘What’s the situation?’’

‘‘We’re two klicks away from the coordinates. No lights or vehicle sounds. There’s a small camp with six potential hostiles getting drunk around a fire’’

‘‘Are they Russian or Belarusian military?’’

Ghost looked at Riot, who shook her head without looking at him, using her binoculars.

‘‘Nothing on their uniforms, but they are all wearing the same fatigues. A mercenary company?’’

‘‘Understood. Engage. Try to interrogate one or two of them’’

‘‘Roger that. I’ll contact you when we’re done. Over’’ Ghost switched his comm off and looked at Riot again. ‘‘Knives’’

He saw her nod, and noticed she already had one knife in her right hand, her left one tracing the throwing knives in her belt, tapping the blades silently. He started to notice a pattern, like when they were resting and she was doing the same on the butt of her M4.

‘‘For what I’ve seen, all of them are wearing the same plain uniform with no stripes…’’

‘‘It’d be better to get an officer, but it’ll have to do’’

Riot nodded silently again. She had to tell him. In the field, they could just count on each other, and it wouldn’t be fair.

‘‘Ghost…’’ She started, but he interrupted her right away.

‘‘I know’’

What?

She turned her head to look at him, and found Ghost staring at her. His eyes under that mask, under the grease and in the ligering darkness they were in before dawn, piercing through her, pulling her apart and then sewing her whole again, as if he could see every doubt, every thought, every nightmare.

Like a shark’s eyes, she had heard one of the recruits say. But she didn’t think so. There wasn’t emptiness there.

‘‘You do?’’ Her voice came out weaker than she would have liked, but she didn’t care anymore. ‘‘What if…?’’

‘‘It won’t happen’’ Ghost said gruffly, his eyes turning again to stare at the camp. ‘‘I could. You will, too’’

What happened to you?

She was surprised at the sudden rage she felt. A cold, piercing, venomous rage that gripped at her heart as tightly as when she revived Transnistria night after night.

Who made you like this?

His eyes were on her again, waiting for her decision. He was more than capable to continue alone, of that, she was completely sure. That he was having the patience to wait for her was… unexpected. But welcomed. She would try. She, at least, owed him that.

‘‘Say the word, Lt’’

‘‘The three on the left for you. I’ll take the three on the right’’

It was like riding a bike, her old evaluator in the 22 Regiment had said. Once you know, you can do it blind.

He had been right.

The knives had felt heavy at first in her hands, but now she couldn’t feel the weight of the handles, moving slowly between branches and bushes, the leaves brushing on her face and helmet, the sound drowned by the men’s guffaws and drunken singing. Two of them had even started fighting and were rolling on the ground, cheered by the rest.

Ghost appeared from the shadows, grabbing two of the men by their throats and throwing them to the ground forcefully, taking out the air from their lungs so they wouldn’t scream before stabbing them. Riot pounced in that moment, taking advantage of how close two of the remaining soldiers where sitting to slit their throats. The two men that had been rolling on the ground while fighting found themselves with a knife to their throat each when both Ghost and Riot grabbed at them.

Ghost stood up slowly, looking around while cleaning his knife, Riot remained crouched on the ground, doing the same on one of the fallen men’s uniforms. She wasn’t even nervous. Her breathing was normal. Like a walk in the park. Like riding a bike. Normal.

‘‘Ah, shit’’ She sighed in dismay, and Ghost, towering over her, chuckled darkly.

‘‘Got a bit carried away’’ He shrugged, returning his knife to its sheath. ‘‘You’re fast. I barely saw you move. Precise and stealthy.’’

‘‘I’m not as strong as others, I have to make do’’ She was smiling under the half balaclava. Damn, she wanted to holler. She didn’t freeze. Maybe she was not that broken.

The Lieutenant looked around again, and walked over one of the tents to start registering the inside.

‘‘Let’s see if we find anything useful before we contact Price’’

She started registering their pockets and examining their uniforms while he rummaged through a couple of the tents.

‘‘None of them have ID cards or tags, and their uniforms have no labels’’ Riot rose to her feet and walked over the remaining two tents to check inside, keeping an eye on the surroundings just in case.

‘‘Found a tablet here. Full battery’’ His tone was so dry and disapproving that she had to hide a chuckle. If one of the recruits took a tablet to a training drill they would be dead before morning, with a hole in their heads just from the Lieutenant’s eyes.

She was still chuckling when she realized something.

‘‘Ghost, how many cots have you seen?’’

‘‘Four, why?’’

‘‘Because in this tent there’s two, but in that one there’s only one’’

Six bodies and seven cots.

‘‘There’s one more’’ Ghost huffed, the tablet looking tiny in his enormous hands, and she nodded, thankful for her balaclava because she was smiling excitedly.

Time to hunt

‘‘Maybe someone’s taking a shit’’

He looked at her, intrigued by her tone and her uncharacteristically cheeky comment. Her blue eyes had the same mischievous glint he had learned to identify in Soap’s eyes.

Two peas in a pod indeed.

‘‘Go’’

He followed her with his eyes until she seemingly vanished into thin air when she reached the treeline. Boudicca, Soap called her while laughing when she had beaten the mouthy recruit. Johnny trusted her completely, or so he said.

She’s the one you want to come for you if you’re in deep trouble, Lt. She’ll bulldoze anything in her path to get to you. She demolished a prison wing once to get me out.

You trust her, Johnny?

With my life and without doubt, Simon

He trusted his friend’s judgement. Now, if only she did.

Ghost was still trying to unlock the tablet when she appeared among the trees, pushing a terrified man, one of her knives threatening his throat. His uniform was different, with an insignia on his chest, but no stripes whatsoever. If the man had been terrified by being snatched from the forest by an enraged valkyrie, now that he was facing the Reaper, skull mask and all, was almost too much and fell to his knees.

‘‘He’s Belarusian’’ Riot informed, her pulse firm while keeping her knife on the man’s throat, standing behind him while Ghost was looking down at them, arms crossed with the tablet in hand.

‘‘Did he give you problems, Sergeant?’’

‘‘Nah, he was too focused in keeping his willy in his trousers. Think he soiled himself again though’’ The mischievous glint was still there, and he felt a warmth inside that made him confused, and shook it off quickly.

‘‘What force do you belong to’’ Ghost asked, and waited while she translated it to Russian. The prisoner started to babble, his terrified eyes transfixed on the skull plate.

‘‘He says he was in the Belarusian army but now he’s working for a private military company, they are stablishing a base in the area’’ Riot toyed with her knife on his throat, making the man shudder. ‘‘I asked him the location of their main camp and it coincides with our coordinates’’

‘‘Why here?’’ He waited again while she spoke to the man.

‘‘The mountain is an old soviet base from before the Cold War. They are using it to store weaponry…’’ She looked troubled for a moment. ‘‘He says that tablet you’re holding should have photos and intel, they weren’t supposed to take it to the field but they wanted to play music… We found the idiots of the group it seems.’’

‘‘What’s the matter?’’

‘‘He said… Donny told them to not go out and that he should have listened… the password is 664455’’

Ghost typed the password and grunted in approval when the tablet unlocked, starting to browse the folders.

‘‘We’re taking this, it seems he’s telling the truth with the photos, there’s even videos…’’ He clicked on the last one, it was a video of a training drill with a group a soldiers and an officer speaking to them in half English half Russian.

You stupid fucks, will you ever do this shit right?

Riot’s head shot up to look at him, eyes wide, her hand gripping harder her knife and her other hand clawing at the man’s nape. Ghost tensed up instantly.

‘‘Sergeant?’’

‘‘I know that voice’’ She whispered. The glint was gone, and her eyes were back to the cautious, guarded look from before. He turned the tablet to show her the screen, the video paused on a frame that showed a tall, lanky man with a dark moustache and dark hair, in the middle of screaming at someone. ‘‘That’s Donny Floyd’’

Ghost wanted to ask who was that, but the man under Riot’s grip decided to try and free himself, only to find the Lieutenant’s fist, knocking him out.

‘‘Ghost to Base’’

‘‘Base to Ghost. What’s the situation?’’ Price answered almost instantly, as if he had been waiting by the comm all that time, and surely it had been like that.

‘‘We’ve neutralized six hostiles and are interrogating a seventh. He stated that they’re a PMC. We’ve found a tablet with photos and videos, the camp seems to be an old Soviet base inside a mountain. Riot has recognized a man in one of the videos’’

‘‘Who?’’ That was Laswell’s voice. Ghost looked at Riot, whose eyes were now cold and distant again, and her voice when she answered was equally cold.

‘‘Lieutenant Donald Floyd’’

‘‘Shit. Well, it’ll have to do’’

‘‘You knew’’ Riot accused. The venom was back, bitter in her mouth, coating her tongue and palate, constricting her throat, rotting her teeth. ‘‘You knew he was here... that's why you sent me here, because I would recognize him’’

‘‘I had a lead but it wasn’t reliable’’

‘‘Now what, Kate? They can’t get inside a mountain all alone’’

Ghost kept looking at Riot, who was avoiding his eyes. One step ahead, two steps back it seemed.

‘‘What would you have us do?’’

‘‘Riot knows what I want’’

‘‘You… You knew I would kill him for you even without you asking’’

‘‘I want him in one piece and able to talk’’

‘‘If I put my hands on him there will be nothing left for you’’ Riot snarled, rising to her feet.

‘‘If I have to call it, I will, Riot. You owe me’’

‘‘You promised!’’ The Sergeant sounded offended.

‘‘Your orders are the usual. Infiltrate the compound, find the target, and bring him back for interrogation. Confirm, Wolf 7’’

The usual. Wolf 7. Ghost’s mind went back to all the times he had been sent on solo missions to do the same. He should have guessed. In a way, he was strangely glad.

She would understand. She could understand.

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floscaedis · 10 months

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o human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

independent, private & 18+ sylvestre lesage of ffxvi. spoilers present but tagged. beta editor only, iconless temporarily. please read rules & about before interaction.

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thefirstknife · 2 years

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Hive Ghost!

To celebrate 800 followers, I'm gonna hit you with some insanity.

So, on Raid Secrets reddit, someone pointed out that in the latest WQ trailer footage, we saw a different Hive Ghost. It's just a little guy and he has one piece of it broken:

The person on reddit specifies that the Ghost having a different model means it is probably a separate character, possibly even a vendor, given that the Guardians are approaching it with their weapons lowered (which usually happens when we approach NPCs). They also state that, unlike all other Hive Ghosts we've seen so far, this one isn't performing a rez despite being next to a dead Hive.

Obviously we don't know the details of this scene, but the Hive Ghost having a different model is really interesting. There would be no point in making an entirely different model if the Ghost is not going to be at least a minor character in the story, and possibly even a vendor or more important.

The rest under the cut:

This led me to believe that it might also be connected to the Hive Ghost replica we're getting for Collector's Edition. It originally felt kinda weird that we're getting a Hive Ghost for Collector's because Hive Ghosts are meant to be antagonists. But then again, we received a Darkness splinter for Beyond Light Collector's Edition. But then again, we WERE using a Darkness splinter for ourselves aka it helped us learn Stasis.

Is this Hive Ghost allied with us somehow? It would be interesting to see! A Hive Ghost with doubts and their own personality and ideas of what their purpose is!

But then... In the midst of discussing this... I received a thought.

A previous trailer discussing Hive Ghosts and how Savathun stole the Light showed us a very strange series of images involving.... Sagira. Specifically, they used footage from Curse of Osiris which shows our Ghost next to Sagira's shell, Glint, and then Curse of Osiris Sagira again. Which then transitions into footage of Savathun.

Interestingly enough, this scene glitches out and then transitions into Savathun:

A lot of people have been speculating that Savathun's Ghost may be a zombified Hive Sagira. I personally never thought so because Sagira's shell was shattered and all of her Light was spent when she made the sacrifice to push Xivu Arath away and save Osiris. And it also just doesn't seem to be a strong narrative point other than destroying our feelings to have Savathun using Sagira. There's simply no shell left either way.

It also doesn't fit Sagira as a personality. Her final moments showed that her Light was so strong that it was capable of pushing an entire Hive God away and shining brighter than the Pyramid Ship in a Darkness zone, for days. If anyone is able to resist the Hive, it's Sagira.

So if Sagira has been zombified in some way or perhaps her essence preserved and dropped into a Hive Ghost, it wouldn't be Savathun's Ghost. It's more likely it would be this rogue Hive Ghost.

I doubt she will remember, but on the other hand, Sagira is known to be able to inhabit other Ghost shells. That was her whole thing in Curse of Osiris. And speaking of Curse of Osiris, there is no reason to use footage of our Ghost from CoO where Sagira's shell is in the screen. There's plenty of footage of our Ghost! Why use CoO? Hell, why use Sagira twice when talking about the Hive Ghosts in the trailer?

Now, I'm firmly still of the belief that Sagira died. She definitely died, at least in some form, on the Moon, when she saved Osiris.

But it's important to note that, just like Osiris, Sagira is unfathomably old and has powers that we've seen no other Ghost having, including being able to inhabit other Ghost shells and surviving things that other Ghosts couldn't. That doesn't mean that she somehow survived the Moon incident intact, but if any piece of her remained, I wouldn't put it past her ability to stay tethered to our world and unfortunately get picked up by Savathun's experiments.

Remember, Savathun spent a lot of time in the City rummaging through everything humanity knows about the Light and Ghosts. It's even specified in lore that "Osiris" was going through everything at his disposal about Ghosts, presumably in a way to find out how to bring Sagira back. Knowing that this was Savathun changes a lot. We still have no clue what she needed the Light Suppressing tech from the Psions for. How she created the Ghosts. When.

I know Sagira was one of the only few Ghosts we interacted with in the story and who appeared as a major character in the story and who has extensive footage, so obviously when showing regular Ghosts, Bungie can only show our Ghost, Glint and Sagira to really make an impact. It still remains strange that they would use two different shots of Sagira and tie her with Savathun's experiments with Ghosts and the Light in that footage.

Not sure if there's any conclusion to this, but I wanted to put it out there for consideration. I would love an allied Hive Ghost who could help us with understanding what happened and who could be our link to other side of Lightbearing powers and it would be both incredible and heartbreaking to see that a part of Sagira has been preserved but not with all of her memories intact. That in some way, Sagira's uniquely powerful Light allowed her to transcend her death and defy a second Hive God.

Don't hope for too much, but it would be really neat and would be much more interesting than having Savathun's Ghost be a revived Hive-Sagira abomination.

#destiny 2 #witch queen #ghost #hive ghost #savathun #sagira #lore vibing #long post #the closer we get to wq the more insane i'm becoming #biting and screaming and throwing things #yelling

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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TYSM for always writing such amazing fics!!! I have another request 😍

Okay soooo

1- if you could write something about jaspers significant other getting her feelings hurt when they are talking with the Cullen's and then feeling embarrassed, so she runs away to the nearby river and cry's.

2- how would Jacob black react to his significant other waiting for him on the bed in some spicy lingerie 😜😜(his significant other is really blushy and shy too)

Hello dear 💖 I've finally finished the oneshot. I hope you enjoy.

Jasper X reader🎀

Like ice and tears😢

It felt like snow,

The first reaction I had developed from touching a vampires hand. My father always said, “Your always curious aren’t you”. Curiosity isn’t a bad thing it can fill one’s mind with Joy or sadness, depending on how you view things. The Supernatural are such cliché’s really, my friends would spout on about Dracula and Frankenstein. I find it iconic that someone would even want to meet a monster. In truth I find it even more Iconic I fell in love with one, a vampire.

One day I was walking home with my friends, one of them had been talking about the latest movie. I was zoning out, normally chich flick romances weren’t my thing. I was more into horror and Rock, the typical outcast genre. No one really understood what it was like to have these abilities to even witness something that you don’t see every day. My so called “friends” asked me which boy I liked in that movie “come on y/n which one the hot surfer or the bad boy”. I really didn’t like any of them, compared to Jasper they were all but mere ghosts to my eyes. “Uh none really” I replied quietly “none how?!? Ugh your so weird first we paid for your ticket and then you act edgy”.

“Maybe it’s how I am, why can’t you accept that” I yelled “my god your lucky you even have any friends”. I started to run; this sickening feeling arose in my mind I could hear every bad thing clawing it’s way through my head. I needed to stop and take a breath, the next minuets soon turned to seconds as I let out a sob. “Worthless, Worthless, WORTHLESS” my mind screamed at me.

I sat in the streets crying, I looked like some lost girl trying to bed for food. I couldn’t even move my mind was centred on the negative feedback my friends discussed with me. That was until I felt a hand press down. “Hey darlin everything ok” a man with pale skin and auburn eyes greeted me. “I used to feel like this at times, uh mostly after my ex-love” Jasper sat down next to me. “If I’m down sometimes I focus on the lighter things, reading calms me or playing baseball” he smiled.

“Go away Jasper you don’t understand” I could hear footsteps surrounding me “Jasper how long are we going to wait out in the rain for” Alice approached. Emmett and Rosalie both looked confused as to what was going on “Y/n you ok” Rosalie asks. Rosalie and y/n had been close along with Alice they were all like sisters. “Just leave me alone” the Cullen’s looked stunned, I needed to get away, so I took a route in the nearby forest to a small river my mother used to take me to. “Y/n stop!” Jasper shouted, “why don’t you get it, I’m not good theirs nothing special about me”.

“Of course, there is, I’ve seen it all you’ve done to make me happy is smile” Jasper ran up and hugged me from behind. I could feel his cold skin wrapping into my warm flesh. “y/n I love you and seeing you like this it hurts me darlin” he croaked his voice. “So please just let me help you” Jasper sounded on the point of begging. I however turn and kiss him “you mean so much to me and I can’t stay mad at you”.

We looked at each other in the rainy forest, laying down as rain hit our bodies, our skin. My mind was at peace, and I couldn’t be selfish to take it away from the people I love.

“Jasper I love you” y/n muttered “I always will”.

How he would react to you in lingerie 🎀💖

– so Jake would be quite the show off, his possessiveness would rub off on you. He would try to set you in the most romantic way possible.

- you are being in lingerie helps his animal instincts come into play, he would grab you and kiss you with every chance he gets.

- you would blush every time he compliments you like “I’m hotter than any guy you’ve met” or “your mine y/n, you always will be”.

- Jake won’t let you go; he refuses to see anyone else take you in.

- he would probably brag about it to his pack, although he would beg you for more.

- Jake is quite hard to control so just remind him if it’s too rough or too painful.

- you would cuddle in bed as he would embrace you.

Anyways that's all I have now:

Ta Ta 💫

#twilight oneshot #twilight headcanon #jacob x reader #jasper x reader #jacob black headcanon #jasper hale oneshot #jasper hale x y/n

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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One I've always been infuriated by: you can't take a companion to Honest Hearts because the caravan is at capacity, but you can get Ricky kicked out. So New Vegas companions follow the Courier to Zion: what hilarity ensues?

Arcade Gannon: While Arcade is absolutely not a fan of Caesar's Legion, he's reserved enough not to shoot the Burned Man as soon as he appears, and he may even test the former Malpais Legate's philosophy and convictions in some sparring of wits once he feels comfortable enough [Speech 75]. Arcade thinks that Graham has replaced Caesar in his life with God, switching out a human tyrant for a nebulous deity: Graham argues that Arcade's desire for a wishfully-thought, balanced world springs out of an unsatisfied need for internal harmony, one he might find through spirituality. The courier can only stand an hour or so of this back-and forth before giving up and leaving Angel Cave to go find some geckos to hunt. Follows-Chalk amuses Arcade, and he encourages the young scout's desire to explore pre-war ruins: After all, there's always something to be learned by studying who and what came before you. Waking Cloud earns Arcade's utmost respect with her knowledge of medicine and of the canyon's natural order, but he would likely be disappointed with Daniel's and Graham's encroaching influence on the Sorrows' faith.

Craig Boone: Fight on sight with Joshua Graham, which leaves the Burned Man's bandages a little bloodier than normal but is ultimately broken up by the courier before any real harm is done. A shouting match ensues in the middle of the Dead Horses' camp, with Boone airing all of Graham's atrocities at maximum volume and the courier admitting skepticism of the man's change of heart, but still wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Boone wins and the Dead Horses must be convinced of Graham's crimes in the wider world [Speech 100], or the New Vegas visitors beat a hasty retreat from Zion [Speech 85/100]. Maybe the courier wins and Boone realizes that the Burned Man already lives a life wreathed in the pain he inflicted during his decades of Legion service and the eternal mark of Caesar's fury. Either way, Boone is on edge for the remainder of the time in Zion Canyon, and doesn't make too many friends. Follows-Chalk takes a shine to him though, and Boone admits that the scout makes for a decent spotter. I don't think Boone would form a strong connection with Zion until encountering the diaries of Randall Dean Clark, and realizing that the people the courier was trying to save were the chosen loved ones of a man not unlike himself.

Lily Bowen: Having Lily along on the trip to Zion might give some of the other caravan members a chance of surviving, as I don't think the White Legs are used to encountering super mutants and would probably falter anyway at a courier backed up by a giant nightkin grandmother swinging around a vertibird blade [Terrifying Presence]. The Burned Man's appearance in the canyon doesn't bother or even interest her, but she loudly laments the Dead Horses' practice of hunting bighorners rather than taming them. In contrast, Lily loves the Sorrows' treatment of Zion's wildlife, particularly their domestication of geckos. The tame geckos are terrified of her. Of all the inhabitants of Zion, Lily would best relate to Waking Cloud, finding common ground with the tribal midwife on topics like motherhood, the uprooting of a happy life and respect for nature. I think the courier would recognize this bond and even give Lily the chance to complete White Bird's rite of passage herself, defeating the Ghost of She with the courier and Waking Cloud's help. Lily would be most likely to leave Zion with more friends and family than when she entered it.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Apart from being somewhat of a living ghost himself, I don't think Raul would have much in common with Joshua Graham. While they're both trying to atone for mistakes they've made, their respective mistakes are in completely different time zones. Plus, I don't think Graham talks to ghouls much, thanks to his history with the Legion. Maybe Raul would share a tip with the Burned Man about .45 maintenance, maybe some helpful info about caring for damaged skin if he's feeling generous, but their relationship wouldn't go far beyond that. Like Boone, the story of the Father in the Cave strikes a chord with the old ghoul, and he might seek out Clark's final resting place with the courier to give the man a proper send-off and burial. Similarly, I think he would sympathize with Daniel and his attempts to help the Sorrows, and what bond he might have built with Graham would instead grow with the Mormon missionary. On the side, though, I think he might teach some Sorrows a few phrases in Spanish to heckle the man with, just for fun [Wild Wasteland].

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Convincing Cass to accompany the courier to Zion in the first place would probably be a feat in and of itself [Barter 62], and once the White Legs appear over the horizon and start assaulting the caravan, Cass might just admit out loud that she and any crew she travels with are cursed. From there, every new piece of the story would entertain her to no end. The most wanted man in Caesar's Legion is just hiding out in a canyon in Utah. The remnants of Vault 22's inhabitants are scattered all over the landscape, meaning Ricky would've eventually been caught in his lie if he'd actually made it to Zion. The Mormons are here, and they're arguably more enthusiastic about proselytizing the tribes than they are about helping them escape and defend themselves. I think Cass would be the most angry and vocal about that last part, and might even wind up arguing with Graham and Daniel about how the only part of their faith they should be spreading right now is the belief in making amends for their actions: Namely, leading the White Legs to Zion in the first place. She would probably be the only one of the companions to propose going to Salt-Upon-Wounds and discovering the tribe's motivations and the manipulations of Ulysses and Caesar, and maybe convincing the war chief that he is being used [Speech 100].

Veronica Santangelo: The Brotherhood Scribe finds a kindred spirit in Follows-Chalk, and the two quickly become fast friends. The young scout happily shares the history and practices of the Dead Horses with her, and in return, Veronica tells stories about the wonders of New Vegas that she has seen while traveling the Mojave with the courier. Joshua Graham creeps Veronica out though, but her own curiosity leads her to prod the courier into interrogating the Malpais Legate by proxy. Like Cass, Veronica would be annoyed with the Mormons' roles among the tribes, but unlike Cass, she lacks the knowledge and context needed to convince them to take some steps back. She is, however, good at tracking down evidence to back up her suspicions, and she and the courier might be able to find evidence of the Legion's influence on the White Legs by poking around their camps [Sneak 73]. Veronica is also in awe of Waking Cloud, particularly of her skill with the yao guai gauntlet. Once she's picked her jaw up off the floor, the Scribe asks the midwife to show her some techniques and help her affix some yao guai claws to her own power fist [Unstoppable Force].

ED-E: The little robot is a huge novelty in the Zion Canyon, and ED-E hams it up for every curious individual that approaches it in the Dead Horses camp and the Narrows. The courier can't help but smile with every quizzical beep, bounce and zoom around the members of the tribes, but they keep the robot closer in Zion to protect against White Legs storm drums and tomahawks. ED-E enjoys spotting trail markings for Follows-Chalk and tracking animals with Waking Cloud. The robot doesn't understand who Daniel is, but knows from reading his body language that he is sad. Not as sad as the man in Angel Cave, though.

Rex: As soon as Rex sets foot in the Zion Canyon, he hears danger on the wind and warns the courier. The caravan is therefore on edge before the inevitable attack, and less likely to perish in the ensuing battle. Like ED-E, Rex doesn't know who Joshua Graham is, but he knows he doesn't trust him: He smells like a wildfire, inside and out. Neither the Dead Horses nor the Sorrows keep dogs, and some members of the tribe are actively afraid of Rex, associating him with the mongrels that run ahead of White Legs raiding parties. The Sorrows are more forgiving, and Rex shows them their trust is well-placed by allowing them to pet him and inspect his mechanical parts when he lies before the campfires to rest at the courier's feet.

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christ0pher-evans · 3 years

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Variety’s Actors on Actors

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: Slight Angst / Implied Smut Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is my first time writing a Chris Evans fanfiction. It it loosely based off of Variety’s Actors on Actors interviews with Chris Evans and Paul Rudd / Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson. It is pure fluff, hope you guys like it!!! Please reblog and like🖤

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When Variety had approached you to be involved in the ‘Actors on Actors’ style interviews, you knew that it could be really fun, a great opportunity and you felt immediate excitement for who they might pair you with.

It was only a day later when they had told you that they wanted you to do the interview with Chris Evans. Normally, any time that you got to spend with Chris, physically or virtually, was fun; however you had no idea how you could possibly interview the man when you knew all there was to know about his life and career, I mean you’d only know him 16 years, and been together for the past 6 years, leading to your past first year of blissful marriage.

You had spent the last month away from Chris due to the filming of your latest movie, and was missing him so much that your heart hurt. The thought of getting to spend a full 45 minutes doing this interview with him was making you jump for joy, because usually neither of you have enough free time simultaneously to be able to spend this length of time together. It’s often a fleeting text of “I miss you”, or a 5 minute phone call between scenes.

You had spent the past week since finding out about this interview trying to come up with interesting enough questions that the fans would want answers to. You were also thankful for Variety as they had sent you a pre-made list of questions in case you got stuck.

It was finally an hour before the interview, and you hadn’t seen Chris’ face for the past two weeks so you decided to make a bit of extra effort to look nice for him.

You were sat in front of your dressing table in your apartment that had be rented out for you whilst you were filming. Make-up was spread all over the table and you could see the reflection, several outfits littered all over your bed where you had yet to make your mind up on what to wear.

45 minutes later and you had a light brown and glittery smokey eye, a subtle winged liner with a gloss over your lips and had given yourself a bouncy blow-dry. After looking through all your outfits, you had decided on one of Chris’ oversized jumpers that you stole before you left and some jeans - even though you wanted to look really nice for him, you knew how much he would appreciate seeing you in his clothes more.

You had made yourself a coffee and set yourself up at the breakfast bar for the interview. Checking everything was set up and ready for the interview, you waited patiently with butterflies in your stomach for it to start. You were bought out of your excited daze by the noise of your phone, a message from Chris popped up.. ‘Can’t wait to see your beautiful face’ Boy, did he still make you swoon after so long together.

Not long had passed before the sound of a video call was coming through on your laptop, and as you answered, a member of the Variety team was on your screen. “Hi Y/N, it’s so lovely to speak to you and thank you so much for partaking in this interview. In a couple of minutes, we will connect you straight through to Chris and you can just start chatting and asking your questions. We will record everything from our end and then edit it together to be posted online.” “That all sounds perfect to me. Thank you so much for having me and letting me do this with my husband.” You couldn’t help but grin, it never got old getting to call Chris your husband. You absentmindedly twirled your engagement and wedding rings round your finger. “Okay, we will connect you now. Have fun!”

And then there he was, bright eyed and grinning at you through the screen.

“Hi Sweetheart.” His voice made your heart flutter and your stomach do flips. "Hi Chris, how are you?” you reply sweetly.

You made some small talk for the sake of the interview, before starting to ask each other questions. “So I have a confession to make..” you paused briefly, “I could not think of any questions to ask you that I didn’t already know the answer to, so I thought I would ask questions that I think fans would want to know the answer to.”

You grin, proud of yourself and proud of the big laugh you got out of Chris because you had come up with such a good idea. “My first question is when you first got into acting, how did you navigate the work/life balance?”

Chris took a swig of beer, pondering his answer before starting. “Well when I actually booked my first bigger film that had a busy schedule, was on the film we worked on together, so previous to that I didn’t have much of a social life” he chuckled, “But when you’re filming for maybe 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, you have to quickly find a routine that works for you where you can still show up to work every day and give 110%. I also remember we used to take naps on set in between our takes all the time.” You couldn’t help but smile as you fondly remembered the first time working with Chris. “No but seriously, when you find a script that you are passionate about, and get to work with people that are truly amazing at what they do, you are happy to dedicate as much time as you need to to get that perfect take, to eventually make that perfect film.”

“Okay, well let’s talk about Defending Jacob, which for you, was a completely different style of character for you to become. How did you prepare for that role?”

“Yeah, it was definitely a new type of role to encompass, especially off the back of playing Captain America for almost a decade, even though he was considered a serious character, it’s a completely different league to enter. I remember doing a lot of work with real life district attorneys to understand the pressure and seriousness of the job role and I remember going through lines with you every damn day.”

You zone out as Chris carries on talking about Defending Jacob as you remember the nights fondly.

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You had just finished clearing up dinner as Chris comes bounding back into the kitchen with his script for Defending Jacob. Placing it down on the dining room table, he turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Sweetheart, pretty please can we run my lines again? I’ve been thinking about how I can add more passion into my character to really emphasise his emotions in those tough scenes.”

You absolutely couldn’t say no to him. You was so proud of how much work he was putting into this show and how perfect he wanted it to be, but you also couldn’t say no to those gorgeous blue puppy eyes.

It had been 45 minutes since you started running lines, you were now sitting on the dining room table swinging your legs back and forth and you couldn’t take your eyes off Chris pacing round the table, the anger and passion in his voice as he recalled his lines. You could feel the heat pooling towards the bottom of your stomach as he ran his hand through his hair, his chest flexing as he shouted his lines, the gruff tone of his voice only making your panties wetter. You were biting your lip gently as Chris pulled you out of your daydream.

“Y/N are you alright, are you getting bored?” You shook your head quickly.

“God no, course not babe. You’re doing great, I’m just slightly distracted.”

Just like always, Chris could read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking. He sauntered closer to you, placing himself in front of you and sliding your legs open so he could stand between them. Placing his script down, he used one finger to tilt your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Is there something you like baby?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he called you baby and ran his finger across your bottom lip before ghosting a kiss on them. He leaned down towards you, one hand running down towards your panties as he kissed along your neck and up to your ear, before mumbling..”I think we can take a break”.

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You chuckled to yourself, remembering so vividly on how you both broke the dining room table that night.

“Oh, is something funny sweetheart?” Chris bought you out of your daydream. Clearing your throat, you mumbled an apology before changing the subject straight back to the interview.

“Okay, let me ask you a question now Y/N. I want to know how it feels to be like a superwoman as you managed to film and promote your latest movie whilst we were planning our wedding?”

You giggle lightly and smile broadly, remembering the chaos that was your life the six months leading up to your wedding.

“Honestly, Chris, that feels like a blur these days. Planning our wedding was much more work than filming and doing press tours, but somehow we made it work. Don’t make it sound like I did it so elegantly though, I was an absolute bridezilla those six months and I don’t know how you put up with me.” You smile at each other through the screen, remembering the fond memories of your engagement. “But in all honesty, it was just quite a strict schedule with minimal sleep. I loved filming and the press tour for my film was so much fun, as was planning our wedding so even though at the time, it felt like an impossible task, looking back and seeing how well the film did and how perfect our wedding day was, it makes the hard work worth every second.”

Your smile falters slightly at the thought of some of the more stressful times during that stretch, but quickly returns at the look of love in Chris’ eyes as he hangs onto your every word.

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You had spent the day at home trying to organise the seating plan for your wedding which was quickly approaching in 3 months, whilst Chris had been out all day filming.

Unfortunately before Chris came home, you had pulled your heels on, ready to walk out the door to your awaiting car to take you to your latest movie press panel. A sad sigh was all you managed before you hauled yourself out the door for the 2 hour interview with your cast mates.

The panel had finished at 9pm and you had jumped straight back in the car, so the driver could take you home to Chris, silently hoping you could catch him for a bit before he went to bed. You knew he would be calling it a night quite early as you had woken up to his side of the bed empty and cold that morning, meaning he had left the house before sunrise. You felt a sudden pang of sadness about how little time you’d spent with your fiancé over the past 3 months. It was no ones fault, you were both busy but it felt like you were actively avoiding one another. You shook your head as a few tears fell.

As a welcome distraction on the way home, you had opted to start looking at flower arrangements for the bridesmaids bouquets, but you could feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness, feeling so tired and drained from months of final filming and wedding planning.

It was just after 10:15pm as you stepped out the car, thanking the driver before heading up the path to your house. You could see the lights were off, bar the hallway light that Chris had left on for your arrival home. You sighed sadly as you stepped in the door to the quiet abyss. You removed your heels, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise, knowing that Chris was up just as early tomorrow.

Walking through to the kitchen, you could see Chris had left you some pizza takeout on the side but you didn’t have the energy to eat, just wanting to curl up in bed.

Heading straight into the ensuite to your bedroom, you quietly took off your make-up and cleansed your face to hide your tear-stained cheeks. Creeping back into the bedroom, you stood looking in the mirror of your dresser as you put on one of Chris’ t-shirts; you looked defeated and utterly glum. As you stood there for a moment longer, trying to collect your emotions and bottle them away, you heard Chris stir.

“Babe, come to bed.”

You felt your shoulders relax at the rough sound of his sleepy voice. Quickly wiping under your eyes once more, you turned round to see him holding the duvet up so you could crawl under and into his waiting arms.

Immediately relaxing into the mattress, goosebumps arose on your skin as Chris trailed his fingers up your side to pull you into him. You let yet another tear fall from your eye at the fact that this was the first time you’d actually seen him today, frustrated that work and wedding planning was taking up all your time. This didn’t go unnoticed by Chris as he caught the lone tear with his finger, wiping it away.

“I just want our wedding to be perfect and my movie to do well without having to sacrifice all my time with you” you whimpered, hiding your face in Chris’ chest.

“Sweetheart, I’m marrying you, it will all be perfect. Get some sleep, I love you.” Chris gave you a kiss on your forehead before falling straight to sleep, you dozing off straight after him, with heart full of love.

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The interview was coming to an end and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness of getting to spend so much time talking to Chris but also dread of not knowing when you would get to see his face again before you finally got to go back home in a months time.

“Okay sweetheart, I have one last question and it is one that Variety suggested for both of us to answer. What is the best part about being married to someone in the same profession as you?” You smile at Chris through the screen, trying to think of only one thing to pick.

“Well, it is difficult to pick one, because there are so many great reasons but also it is really hard being married to someone in the same profession as you. I always try to be honest with our fans and in interviews, so I don’t want to sugarcoat it. We have to go long periods of time not getting to see each other and always having such high pressured schedules doesn’t allow a lot of time for married life.” You sigh at the look of sadness that has washed over both your faces. “However I count my lucky stars every day for having such a supportive and understanding husband like you.” You notice Chris blush at your answer before nodding along with you, agreeing with what you’ve said.

“I have to agree with you sweetheart. There is definitely some poetic justice in the fact that we met on set, both doing the job we love so fondly and here we are, 16 years later, married and getting to celebrate our achievements every single day together.”

You have to told back the tears as the interview finishes and Chris disappears from your screen. Even though you have demanding jobs, you could not feel luckier to be married to a man like Chris and you couldn’t wait to go back home to him.

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Hey I wanted to fuck around and ramble about how I specifically headcanon and like to portray Jack and Maddie career-wise for my fanfics/personal take on the DP canon.

So to start; I headcanon Maddie as having a masters in electrical engineering and Jack as having a PhD in Thanatology (the scientific study of death and the practices associated with it), though he has a bachelor's degree in mortuary science while also having a funeral director’s license.

Why these? Because I absolutely see Maddie as the builder and thinker, the one who can build things, and Jack as the theorist who knows everything there is to know about ghosts. I picked Thanatology because it was as close as I could find to studying ghosts in an actual applied scientific sense, but I liked the mortuary science because it felt like a good accompaniment. I originally had mortuary sciences as his PhD (if you’ve heard me talk about this before), but I found out that I was actually a big dumb because in the US, you cannot get a PhD in mortuary sciences ihsofsa so I did research for an alternative.

So how do their jobs work? Well, I think it's approached in a very academic-y sense. While I kind of play with it loosely based on the specific fanfiction, I generally say that their job is a sorta combination of any number of the following:

Research grants to study ghosts, from both the government and just private companies

Writing books/textbooks revolved around ghosts (like ectobiology, ghost hunting, etc)

Contract ghost hunting work (like being paid to get rid of ghosts from private residents/buildings)

Income from ghost invention patents (think their Fenton weapons and things like the Fenton thermos)

They do non-ghost research and inventing as well (since they seem to custom build their own computers and other various technologies, and even just things like the Specter Speeder can be marketed to a non-ghost hunting audience like the military, and Jazz implied in GNO that Maddie has a lot of inventions outside of Jack that she works on)

Paid to teach/give lectures or make appearances at seminars, conventions or speak at certain events

Since Jack in this is licensed funeral director, he also occasionally works with a funeral home, and sometimes I even headcanon that Jack and Maddie used to own a funeral home before they got the grant/funding to build their ghost portal (which I touch on a little later!)

Jack teaches part time at a local community college/university, teaching normally one or two classes here but sometimes more, and sometimes even as Casper High teaching ghost 101 safety

Maddie is also a licensed electrician that does occasional work related to that

And this is kind of where you may be asking: wait, aren't they kind of a joke? Why are you giving them all this credit?

Well, honestly, I really like to think of the Fentons as being actually fairly well respected academically and by fellow ghost hunters. There's a lot of scientists that you'll basically learn are real Weirdos, but that doesn't distract from the fact that they are incredibly smart people who made amazing breakthroughs.

To me, I headcanon Jack as being autistic, and that ghosts and the paranormal is a special interest in which he's actually an incredibly well respected scientist, who has the most accurate (as far as the paranormal studies scientific community knows) information and knowledge about ghosts. He's been writing and studying it for twenty years, and arguably, essentially proved that ghosts exists because of his ghost portal and living in Amity Park, where ghost activity boomed. While there's canon evidence dedicated to him being made fun of in Million Dollar Ghost, I personally like to think of this as more of other ghost hunters just kind of seeing how Awkward and ridiculous he can be socially. We also hear about Danny and Jazz dunking on them, but I think this comes more from two teenagers being embarrassed about their oddball parents.

I definitely picture the Fentons as still being the town weirdos because well. You see their oddballness every day. But most ectobiologists would only see Jack when he's presenting and read his work, where I imagine he's presented as a bit less goofy and more serious. Because it's a chance for him to essentially ramble on about his special interest and area of expertise without interruption to an incredibly eager audience that's going to be asking questions and wanting his opinions. To me, Jack definitely seems like the person who you don't really think about how odd he kinda is (purely because of masking and it just not really coming up) until you're really with him 1v1 outside of these of these conventions/lectures/classroom environments.

I don’t totally see Maddie teaching, because while I’m definitely picturing her here as being a very smart mind that would likely also be a good teacher; the specific reasoning why I say Jack would be the ones that does the teaching part time is because it’s literally perfect for him. It's an excuse for him to trap 25+ people in a room on a regular basis to listen to him about ghosts. He'd absolutely just one of those easy A teachers, where if you just show up and listen to him babble about ghosts for 1-3 hours and turn in the homework (he gives no tests, midterm/finals or quizzes), you get your easy A. It’s the similar concept with the seminars and guest lecture things; Jack is just much more enthusiastic and would want that solo speaking time, and Maddie knows how much it means to him, so I feel like she would let him have this.

Maddie herself, I feel liker her heart rests more in just the general inventing and building side of it. While she has an interest in ghosts, this also seems to mostly enjoy the physical side of inventing. I say this mostly because, again, in GNO, Maddie has a whole bunch of inventions that she’s working on outside of things she builds/helps Jack build. To me, this straight up personal invention projects, even though they’re still ghost based, tells me that her heart and passion seems to lie within engineering and not necessarily too much in the way of ghost theory.

The way his and Maddie's relationship works to me is that Jack knows more of the ghost related information and he relays this to Maddie for her to build what they need. For example, he'll tell her “this is what the Ghost Zone is like, these are the dangers, this is what we need to survive, etc” and Maddie will have the knowledge to design the Specter Speeder, and they build it together with Maddie being the primary leader and troubleshooter.

However, Maddie has the education and license to do the electrical work and knows how to properly build and submit the patents. Meanwhile, Jack will eventually do all the research and write and publish the book detailing what they learned about the Ghost Zone. Repeat the process with ghost weapons and other such inventions.

I like to think that Jack and Maddie were essentially going through the process of getting the huge government grant they'd need to build the actual ghost portal, which took a lot of prior research, convincing, pleas for money and getting the city permission and code permits to get the money and permission building it, hence the like 20 year gap between the prototype portal and the final portal. Especially since they obviously started a family during that time too.

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aggressivelyclueless · 3 years

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cosmic horror

in which we get a little deep-zone worldbuilding

contains: tales of the void

sequel to: these guys here [1] [2]

The bike tore through the emptiness of the Ghost Zone, leaving a scorched trail of green in its wake. Johnny rarely got out this far, but he knew the way; he gunned the bike on faster, his coat flying out behind him, and after an hour he spotted the lair he was looking for.

Never Isle was a tacky, beach-looking place. Palm trees swayed in the Zone's breezes, and the wrecked ship stood out like a sore thumb on the coastline. Johnny aimed for it, slowing the bike somewhat, and the rear tire kicked up pebbles and loose sand as he made his approach.

Judging by the shanties floating down to him from the deck, the kid was in.

Johnny had never liked Youngblood. A brat, by all accounts, and his patience wasn't fit for it, but this time he bit down his distaste - there were more important matters on his mind. He revved the engine a couple of times to get the kid's attention, and a moment later the shanty fell quiet.

"Ahoy," said the kid, peering over the side of the deck and seeing him down on the sand. "Johnny Thirteen? What are ye doing all the way out here?"

"I wanna talk to you," said Johnny, hardly believing it himself.

"Me?" The kid was equally surprised, floating down from the deck and giving Johnny a scrutinizing, finger-rubbing-the-chin look. "What for? You wanna play a joke on me or something?"

"I wish," said Johnny, "But not this time. I have to ask you some stuff. It's serious."

Youngblood’s suspicion deepened. "How serious?"

"How many stories do you know about the Void?" said Johnny bluntly, leaning a little on the handlebars. He'd heard a handful of them, here and there, same as the next ghost, but that wasn't good enough. If anyone was to know about the depths, he’d reasoned, certainly a pirate ghost would be it?

His hunch was right; Youngblood brightened right up. "All of 'em," he said proudly, "Well, okay, most of 'em. There's a couple that get too scary for me, but I know all the rest. C'mon, I'll show you."

Johnny followed him up over the side of the deck and into the captain's quarters. Little wooden toys and candy wrappers littered the floor, and three tall shelves to one side were stacked high with books. A plain cloth hammock was strung up between two wooden beams, and from a metal hook in one of them hung a bare birdcage. The skeleton of the parrot in it looked to be asleep.

Youngblood drifted over to one of the shelves, tilting his head to be able to read the titles as he perused them. "This one's mostly Void stories. Were you looking for a certain one? Ooh, try this one - it's one of my favorites. Here." He pulled one off the shelf and handed it over.

Johnny took it without looking and set it down on the table beside him. "I was looking for a couple specific ones, yeah. I want the ones about the people who sink too deep."

Youngblood looked back at him. "The ones where it gets you, you mean."

Johnny nodded.

"And why would you come looking for a story like that?" said the bird in the cage, and Johnny glanced over to see it had cracked one eye open and was leering at him.

"Because," said Johnny, "I need to know what happens."

Youngblood shrugged, uneasy. "I don't like those ones as much. Are you sure you want those? How about the one with the two lady pirates - ?"

"Kid. I have to find out some stuff. Help a guy out here, will you?"

"What answers are you looking for, exactly?" said the parrot carefully, shaking himself out with a hard bony rattle.

Johnny shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and leaned back against the side of the table, glancing momentarily between the kid and the bird. Finally he settled on the kid. "Tell me about the guys in your books that sink too far. How do those ones end?"

"The guys that walk the plank or that get tossed over in a storm or go down with the ship," said Youngblood reluctantly, not looking too certain that this conversation was one he wanted to have, "Mostly, no one ever sees them again."

"Mostly," Johnny pressed, "But there's ones that come back?"

"I don't see how that's any business of yours," said the parrot sharply, intervening before Johnny had the chance to push the kid too far and make him cry, "Is that why you've come? To upset him?"

Johnny shook his head, procuring something small and dark from his inner coat pocket. He held it out, and the bird sidestepped on his perch to reach over and take it: it was hard like stone, flat, vaguely hex-shaped on the sides like an elongated crystal, blacker than pitch. Touching it had given Johnny a dreadful feeling in his core; the parrot got the same one, judging by his surprise.

"What is this?" said the bird, holding it in the talons of one foot.

"You know how deep it came from, don't you?" said Johnny, and the parrot nodded gravely. "I'll tell you what it is. Somebody washed up, drowned in ichor and half-covered with them. Scales, or parasites, or something, I don't know - all I know is me and Kitty found him on the edge of the Wastes. He's barely hanging on. I know the Void did it to him. What else could have, you know?"

"Well," said the parrot slowly, setting the crystal-shaped shard down on the floor of his cage, "I'm afraid to tell you that, whatever you’ve found, you'd best toss it back."

Johnny scoffed. "Toss him back? And, what - let whatever's in the depths finish him off?"

The bird nodded, letting himself out of the cage and flitting briefly onto Youngblood's shoulder. He leaned in, whispered something, and Youngblood paled.

"He wants to tell you one of the really scary stories," he said, "One of the ones that give me nightmares."

Johnny just nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

"He says I should go and play somewhere else for a little bit. So I guess I will. Come and find me if you get too scared, okay?"

"Sure, kid," said Johnny, and Youngblood picked a handful of toys off the floor and went.

The parrot settled on the side of the table, regarding Johnny with a steely and displeased stare. "I do hope you know what you're getting yourself into. There's a reason I haven't read him every one of these books."

"You think I'd be asking if I didn't want to know?" said Johnny, crossing his arms and hoping the gesture would hide his rising unease. "Me and Kitty took the guy home. He's in bad shape. I want to know how to fix it."

The parrot shook his head and sighed. "There is no fixing it. Those that the Void rejects are extremely few - "

"But they do exist."

" - and extremely dangerous. I was quite serious when I advised you to throw it back."

"No can do," Johnny said, "What happens to the ones that wash up? How do we help them?"

"To put it simply," said the bird, "They go mad, and we can't."

Johnny leaned back. "Mad," he echoed, and the bird nodded.

"Yes. One tale describes a powerful captain, lost to the depths and mourned as such. If I recall correctly - " the parrot cleared his throat, reciting as if from memory - " - upon his return, Gallinor's peers and brethren did celebrate, but not a fortnight hence, the wretched soul did awake, and so tortured and ceaseless were his screams that no choice remained but to silence him for ever. Each page of his book was burned, lest a man lay eyes on it and become infected with the madness that overtook Gallinor, and his lair-door destroyed, lest a man trespass into the Void’s forbidden domain. . . "

The knot in Johnny's gut churned slowly. He thought of the phantom, back at the ramshackle lair that he and Kitty split. He'd thought - assumed - hoped - that even though the Void had its way with him that it was finished, and that he’d survived and he could recover. To think it could affect not only his body but his mind as well. . .

It was no wonder that Youngblood hadn't been told of these stories. "There has to be something we can do to help him. Anything."

The bird shook his head. "If any answers exist, you won't find them here."

"Where else can I look?" said Johnny, throwing a hand up in frustration, "We can't throw him back, we can't destroy him, for Chrissake, and you're telling me if - if - he wakes up he'll go mad. Why?"

"The Void shares its secrets with those it touches, I suppose - secrets that we aren't meant to know, or perhaps aren't capable of knowing," said the parrot slowly, shifting on its feet slightly, "I am curious about one thing, though."

"Yeah, what?"

"This particular someone that you're so concerned about. Who might it be? Aside from that - ah, interesting - girlfriend of yours, I've never known you to be the caring sort."

Johnny sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Awright, don't tell the kid, or he'll break, but - " he leaned in a little, his voice dropping to a whisper - " - you know how Phantom went missing two months ago. . . "

The parrot stiffened. His beak opened and closed, and finally he just said: "Oh, dear. . . "

"Look, I gotta go," said Johnny, taking the crystal-shaped scale from the birdcage and stashing it back in his coat. "You're sure you don't know who else could help us? Otherwise I'll have to start guessing."

"I'm afraid not," was all the bird said.

Johnny hadn't thought so. He gave the parrot one final, somewhat-appreciative look on the way out, but by the time he got back on the motorbike his core had dropped into his gut. He hated to be so desperate - twofold, on behalf of someone that wasn't him - but he didn’t have a choice. He'd promised Kitty, when he'd left, that he'd come back with answers, that he'd rather bleed out than return empty-handed.

But where else could he go?

#Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt Treat #danny phantom #fanfiction #ectober

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lesbiandatekaname · 3 years

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Not 2 talk about a game that's over a decade old, but the release of Deltarune has got me thinking about OFF by mortis ghost and Undertale and the use of meta-narrative mechanics.

Like i remember watching someone's retrospective video about OFF (no shade to this video, it was really good) they said that its use of mechanics didn't work as well as Undertale's and I have to disagree and that's because they are approaching the topic in different ways.

More under the cut because this post is long and I don't want to clog up people's dash.

So, a bit of background; OFF and Undertale are both about player agency within an interactive medium like video games. I imagine everyone knows what Undertale is about, but just in case some folks don't know about OFF (which was in essence a precursor to Undertale), you the player at the beginning of the game are told that you are being assigned to an entity known as The Batter and you are meant to see his sacred mission through to the end. It is made very, very clear that you and The Batter are different. Two character in particular will switch between talking to him, and then past him to you.

His sacred mission is to purify the world, which at first seems like a noble goal (there's a lot of spectres around), but things slowly begin to reveal themselves and you slowly make more and more discoveries that throw this mission into question until it all comes crumbling down.

If this sounds interesting to you I HIGHLY recommend you play it. I'm gonna discuss some spoilers to it, and part of the beauty of OFF is the way the atmosphere changes as you go through the story. It's completely free to download at this link in several translations.

Now. Undertale is a game that asks you "given the choice, in a world that has no consequences and beings that do not exist, would you choose to be kind?" You are given Mercy as an in world mechanic, and the choice to use it or not is entirely up to you. This is part of the tragedy of the Genocide route, that not only was this entirely unnecessary, you had the choice to show Mercy the entire time.

On the other hand, OFF's final chapter is discovering how the world The Batter lives in (the world you have helped him purify) is the construct of a little boy who lost his mother and father and created The Batter and The Queen to be his parents, and all of the Guardians you've been killing along the way were the literal engines of this world and without them it will collapse in on itself, killing all of the denizens who live inside. And after you kill the little boy, The Judge comes and speaks to you the player and demands to know what you were thinking. If you thought your actions were okay because you thought it would be interesting to see how the story ends. Because you do learn the truth of the Batter's mission before you kill Hugo (the child). You know what will happen.

This is now where those meta-narrative mechanics come into play. Undertale and off both use the reset mechanic as a narrative tool, but I wouldn't necessarily call this "meta-narrative" for the reason that the creators linked it inextricably with how the game functions on like a coding level, the same way that fights are. It is part of the narrative. And, to be clear, OFF does not have a Mercy option. You have to keep following the Batter's mission to keep playing which means committing all those heinous deeds (which is what that retrospective thought it was doing wrong)

Undertale wants you to play it. Through showing kindness and Mercy, everyone in the game is in a better place. The question it asks you is if you're going to forgo this because "this is how you play video games" or to just see how it goes.

OFF by Mortis Ghost does not want you to play it. When The Judge asks if you merely kept going for your own intrigue, he says that you did had a choice. You had a choice to stop playing the game. You could have stopped the first time you (possibly) doubled back into a purified Zone and found a blank wasteland. You could have stopped when Enoch revealed the truth of the Guardian's importance. You could have stopped before you killed a child. You could have stopped before you killed anyone.

Now, like I said, that retrospective was critiquing how you are only given one choice in the entire game, right at the end, where you can decide to finish the Batter's mission or side with the Judge to stop him (even though most of the world has already been erased). They were saying that it removed a lot of player agency, and didn't let you influence the events of the world that much. But OFF knows its a story, knows its a game in your world, and that is how it wants you to engage with it.

Because the good ending is where you stop playing and turn the game off.

#off by mortis ghost #undertale #analysis

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dp-marvel94 · 3 years

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Face to Face- Chapter 35

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

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Word Count: 5,122

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Note: I'm back with a new chapter, luckily a little faster than last time. XD Since I posted the last chapter, I also posted my Invisobang story so I hope you check out that story if you're interest. After reading this update though, of course ;) Happy Reading!

In the lab, Fenton paced back and forth, anxiety buzzing in his veins. This was turning into the most stressful ten minutes of his life. Err...no, the accident was more stressful. Or telling his parents about Phantom. Or getting lost in the Ghost Zone just an hour ago. Or...actually he’d been under a lot of stress recently.

“Danny.” Jazz interrupted his frantic activity. “Is everything okay?”

The boy froze, turning to look at his sister. He bit his lip. Things weren’t okay but…. Fenton closed his eyes, slightly pushing his perception away from the lab to…. His breath hitched. Neon green bloomed in his mind’s eyes. A flash of blue and...the image was fuzzy, from a distance but...there in front of him were two ghosts on a motorcycle and out of the corner of his eye...Mom! His heart fluttered, beating faster in a mix of relief and anxiety. Phantom’s lips were moving but the exchange of words felt far away. Fenton couldn’t pick them up, nor those of the other three people. Finally, the other two ghosts left and...tears... Mom was crying. She was hugging him. She-

“Son?”

Fenton pulled back, gasping. His eyes blinked open. The...lab? Right, he was here in the lab, waiting for Phantom to come back with Mom. Mom….His heart ached, even as he let out a breath of relief. “We found her. Mom’s okay.”

“She is?” Dad asked, eyes widening hopefully.

Fenton nodded. “Phantom’s got her. They’re flying back now.”

The large man visibly sagged in his seat, tension easing. Jazz let out a sigh of relief. The human Danny let out a breath as well before flopping down onto one of the stools. The trio sat in silence for a small eternity, held in eager and somewhat nervous anticipation. Fenton’s eyes flickered to the portal, searching for any sign of movement. Then….the green mist rippled; he could almost feel the cold dampness on his skin. Fenton blinked and two figures slipped through the portal. The boy’s shoulders relaxed, face softening with relief.

“Mom.” He breathed, as Jazz exclaimed the word.

At the same time, Dad stood. “Maddie!”

The large man barreled forward, just as Phantom was moving to help Mom to her feet. Dad swept the woman and the ghost boy up in a hug.

“Jack.” The woman gasped, slightly surprised.

At the same time, the ghost boy let out a startled squeak. Fenton winced in sympathy.

“You’re both okay.” Dad continued, undeterred.

“Yeah.” Phantom breathed, squirming slightly in the hold. For just a moment, the ghost flickered intangible. Then he stumbled away from the pair of adults.

Both parents pulled out of their hug and turned to face Phantom. At the same time, Fenton stepped forward to stand beside his other half.

“Sorry.” Phantom blushed, looking down. “Didn’t mean to do...that.”

“It’s alright, son.” Dad soothed. “I got a little excited there.” A small smile graced his face. “I’m just so happy everyone’s here and safe.”

“Me too.” Jazz stepped forward, joining the rest of the family. She wrapped her arms around her mother in a hug. “You’re alright? Right Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie. I’m fine.” The woman nodded. “Your brother found me.” Mom looked up, her eyes meeting Phantom’s over Jazz’s shoulder. Her expression softened before her gaze flickered to the human Danny.

Fenton swallowed, feeling his stomach flop even as he held the gaze. After a long pause, the woman gave Jazz a pat on the shoulder and pulled out of the embrace. She then stepped around her daughter, approaching both versions of Danny. Her wide, misty eyes glanced between the two.

“Danny, baby.” Worry creased her forehead. “After you...after Phantom flew off...I thought...I didn’t know… if that would affect your other half but….” Her lips quivered. “Are you both okay?”

The human boy winced at the question, wrapping his arms around his waist. He glanced at his other half before answering. “We’re fine… at least physically.” His voice tapered to a whisper at the last word.

Guilt flickered across Mom’s face. “We have...we have a lot to talk about. But…” Her eyes shone with affection. “I’m so happy you came looking for me. And you came home.”

Phantom shrugged, trying to look casual. “I wasn’t gonna just leave you there.” He muttered.

The woman opened her mouth, thinking to reply. Her mouth closed and then she sighed. “Still...I was so scared, when you ran off. I’m...I’m just so happy you’re safe.”

Fenton looked down, guilt swirling through him. He remained still, even as his mom stepped forward, wrapping one arm around him and the other around his ghost half. “I love both of you so much.” She whispered.

A sense of deja vu overtook the human Danny as he couldn’t find it in him to reply. This had happened just minutes ago with Phantom, hadn’t it? And yet...the memory of that interaction passed through his mind, with the same conflicting emotions. He wanted to believe Mom’s words, he really did. But… ‘if Mom doesn't love you, then she doesn't really love me.’ Mom could say the words but if she didn’t really mean them...if she still didn’t accept Phantom….

The ghost boy pulled away and a moment later, his human followed. Both boys looked down, unable to look at their mother. Then there was a cough to the side. “Let’s go upstairs.” Dad said surprisingly softly. “Your mother’s right. We need to talk about things.”

Fenton looked up. He swallowed nervously, even as he nodded. The group of five trudged up the stairs, Dad first, followed by Jazz, then Mom, and finally the Dannys with Phantom coming last. The ghost glanced back at the lab, his eyes flickering to the portal. Fenton paused, brows furrowing as he noticed the action. Then he gently grabbed his other self’s arm and pulled him up the stairs.

No words were said; none were necessary, but emotions were shared through the touch. Anxiety, fear, relief, hope, pain. So many feelings. Fenton didn’t know how to handle them. Everything hurt but...he hoped. Mom had said she was sorry earlier to Phantom, hadn’t she? She was acting like she was sorry but…

Fenton looked up to find his mother sitting in the armchair, looking uncomfortable. In front of him, Dad placed his hand gently on his sister’s arm. “Jazz, please go upstairs. Your mother and I need to talk to your brother.” The words were serious and melancholic but said gently.

The other teen frowned, starting to argue. “But...I can help. Danny...he needs me-”

“Jazz, honey.�� Mom interrupted. “Please. I...we can handle this. I know...I know I made mistakes.” Again, her cheeks reddened with guilt. “But… It will be okay; we can fix this.”

Jazz’s brow wrinkled, a severe look flashing across her face. Then her expression softened. She turned to look at both versions of her brother, who were still hovering nervously at the threshold between the kitchen and living room. “Danny, do you...want me here for this?” Her eyes flickered to their mother before her voice quieted. “I told you earlier, I’d go with you to talk to her if you wanted.” She frowned, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

Phantom blushed, his face turning green as he shifted nervously in the air. “No. It’s...it’s okay. Dad’ll be here.”

Jazz’s frown deepened, her eyes meeting Fenton’s. “Are you sure?”

The human boy nodded. “Yeah. It’s...you should go upstairs.”

His sister stayed staring for a long moment, still looking very much displeased. Then she heaved a heavy sigh. “Fine. I’ll go.” She turned back towards the stairs, her deeply worried expression changing into something severe and maybe even judgmental as her eyes passed over their mom. Then Jazz walked across the run and up the stairs. Soon, she disappeared down the hall and the sound of a door closing rang through the quiet house.

More tense silence froze Fenton in his spot, his heart pounding anxiously in his chest. His eyes carefully avoided the adults who were both now sitting.

Dad spoke up first, from his seat in the recliner. “Come on and sit down, son.” He leaned forward, patting the couch.

The pair of Dannys glanced at each other before Fenton started forward with his ghost half following after. Both sat side by side on the couch, shoulders tense and heads hung low. Fenton balled his fists in his lap. Now that his relief about Mom being safe had drained out of him… the pain, every word of that argument came flooding back. The human felt his ghost half shift in his seat beside him and so he looked to his side. Phantom opened his mouth briefly, looking like he wanted to speak, but then his jaw snapped closed. Fenton bit his own lip. He understood the feeling; neither of them knew what to say, how to start.

Mom made the decision for them. “Danny.” She started softly and Fenton looked up. “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t...I shouldn’t have said any of what I said. I...I promised I would listen to you but... but I didn’t and…” She sniffled. “I just...I just yelled at you and…” Her voice shook with emotion. “You said...you thought I didn’t love Phantom. I...I made you think that but… I swear, I love you so much. You’re my baby and...I… I’d do anything for you. I love… I love you so-”

“Stop.” Phantom cut her off, voice pained. Fenton could feel his heart aching as the emotional dam broke. “You...you say that but… you said...you said I’m not supposed to be a ghost. You keep...you keep acting like there’s something wrong with me. And you wouldn’t even… even admit it. That...that you treat me different from Fenton or…” Mom winced at the words but they kept pouring out of the ghost. “Or barely look at me...or touch me… or…” Phantom sniffled, eyes watering. “I can’t...I can’t be what you want. I can’t be...be normal. I...I tried and this is what happened. All that horrible stuff you think...think about ghosts...you still think that about me. And…” His voice cracked, no more words able to come through as he started crying.

Fenton was crying too, feeling every single word in his heart even if they hadn’t been said with his mouth. He cried too, wrapping one arm around Phantom in a useless attempt at self-soothing. Even after Mom’s attempted apologies, even after she’d ventured into the Ghost Zone without a plan to find him, even after everything, the fears welled up. He felt sick with it, his insides churning.

The human boy barely registered when the couch shifted. “Danny. Danny baby, I’m… I’m so sorry.” Fenton looked to the side, following the sound of his mother’s voice. He winced. The woman had moved to sit beside Phantom, her arms wrapped around him. The ghost didn’t react, helpless in his tears. Mom pulled him closer. “No. I don’t...I don’t think that about you. I know you’re...you’re good. You’re not a...a monster. I never... never should have said that. I was wrong.”

Fenton whined, low in his throat. “Then why… why do you treat us… us differently? Why wouldn’t… wouldn’t you admit it?”

One of the woman’s hands moved to grab the human’s shoulder. “I hadn’t even realized it but… you’re right about… everything you… Phantom accused me of. I was treating you two differently. You were right about me… about me.... Hesi… hesitating to touch you… or look at you.”

“Why?” Phantom whimpered.

There was a pause, a sniffle. Then the woman answered. “I’ve been...I’ve just been so afraid.”

The ghost flinched, briefly flickering invisible. “Of...me?” The words were so quiet, so broken.

Mom shook her head vigorously. “No. No. Never. I’ve just...I’m...I’m so afraid of hurting you again.”

That made Phantom pull out of the hug. “What?” He frowned, Fenton copying the action.

“I’ve...I’ve already hurt you so much. The...the accident...the portal...my portal, my invention already hurt you. And...and I split you in half and…”

“Maddie.” Dad finally interrupted the words. “Both of us did that, not just you. That...this is both of our faults.”

The woman looked up, shaking her head. “No. But I’m...I’m the one that shot him, Jack. I...I shot you…” Her eyes flickered to Phantom. “I...I shot you and I’m...I’ve been so scared of hurting you again. I’ve been… been trying to keep you at an arm’s length to protect you. But I didn’t realize I was still hurting you.”

Fenton pursed his lips, at a loss of what to say. His ghost half had no such problem, anger briefly flashing across his face. “Yeah, well...you still did. You still….you still said I’m wrong and unnatural. You still said I’m supposed to be alive, like I have any control over that. You still said I wasn’t supposed to be a ghost.”

Mom glanced down, guilt darkening her checks before she looked up again. “You’re right I did say those things. I shouldn’t...have wanted you to be something you can’t be. It’s just…” She sighed, eyes watering again. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Ghost Danny grimaced, eyes narrowing harshly. “Really?”

The woman swallowed, looking even more guilty. “At least...that’s not what I intended. I meant...none of this was supposed to happen. The accident… it shouldn’t have happened. You...you shouldn’t have been hurt...you shouldn’t...shouldn’t have d...died because of my...my invention. But…” She gasped, voice trembling. “It was my negligence, my carelessness that did this to you. It was...it was my fault. You never should have been down there. I never should have made you clean the lab. It never should have been your responsibility.” She took a shaky breath. “But when...when I found you down in the basement after the accident..you weren’t...you weren’t breathing.”

Fenton gasped. “Really? I didn’t… I didn’t know that.”

Mom didn’t directly reply, pinching her eyes closed. “That was the worst five minutes of my life. I’d thought...I thought I’d lost you.” The grief was enough to bring new tears to both boy’s eyes. “But...your heart restarted and you seemed miraculously okay after the hospital and then...and then I learned about this…” Her eyes opened, looking at Phantom. “The portal...my portal killed you. It killed you. And...I’m so scared of losing you again. There’s so much I don’t know about ghosts. And-”

“No. Mom, that’s not…” Phantom interrupted. “You didn’t...you didn’t lose me. You’re not going to lose...to lose me.”

“I know that. I know that now.” Mom replied with conviction, looking at the ghost. “You’re still here. And that...that makes me so happy.” One hand moved to cup Phantom’s check. “I’m so happy you’re still here.” Her eyes moved to Fenton, her other hand touching his face. “I’m so happy that you survived. You’re still alive...at least partially.”

The words were not as comforting as she likely intended. The human Danny bit his lip. “But...what if...what if I wasn't?”

“What if I was just Phantom?” His ghost half continued the thought. “What if I was just a ghost?”

For just a brief moment, Mom’s eyes widened in surprise. A complicated mix of emotions crossed her face- wariness, uncertainty, fear, sorrow. Then she swallowed, a new determination passing her features. “Then...it would...it would still hurt but...I’d be happy to still have my son here, even if he was different.”

Ghost Danny didn’t pull away, even as hurt flashed across his features. Instead, his hand reached up to grab the woman’s other arm, the one that was reaching for Fenton’s face. The action drew his mother’s eyes. “But Mom…” He bit his lip. “I’m already different. That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to understand. I’m a ghost...a real ghost. And I don’t... I don’t want to be an exception just because I’m part human or because I’m your son. I just…” Tears ran down his face. “I just want you to accept me for who I am, ghostliness included.”

Mom’s eyes widened again, her hands pulling away. She studied Phantom’s face, before her eyes flickered to Fenton. “You...all of you thinks that.” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement. Then the woman shook her head. “Of course you think that. You keep telling me that and…” An understanding passed over her face. “I’m still not listening. I...I really need to do better, don’t I?”

Fenton and Phantom didn’t say anything. What could they say? It was true and all of them knew it.

“Both of us should do better, Maddie.” Dad spoke, making both boys gasp softly. They’d forgotten that he was here. The man blushed, looking guilty. “I should have noticed what was happening and pushed to talk about things sooner.”

The human felt his heart clinch. Oh how differently things could have gone if they’d tried to have this conversation as the four of them first, instead of Mom and Phantom alone.

Mom shook her head. “That might be true. But… this is on me. I should have noticed.” Her eyes flickered between the two Dannys again. “I shouldn’t have made you feel like this. I was too caught up in my own grief and fear. I haven’t been the Mom that you’ve needed.” She paused, conviction shining in her eyes alongside the guilt. “I should have noticed you were hurting and... it was because of my behavior. I messed up but I want to do better.” She took a breath. “How can I do that? How can I make this up to you?”

For a long moment, both Dannys were silent, processing the apology. Fenton bit his lip. It...it sounded authentic. That conviction, admitting to mistakes, the willingness to take responsibility. And they’d...they had wanted this apology so badly. But...should they trust it? Maybe, start with….

The two Danny shared a glance, contemplating how to reply to the question. Finally Phantom sighed. “We don’t...we don’t know. Maybe…” He wrung his hands in his lap. “Don’t freak out if I use my powers or...you know...talk about being a ghost.”

“Yeah.” Fenton agreed, mustering all the confidence he could. “It’s not like it’s a bad word. It’s just...how I am now and...I’m okay with it.” The boy said the words and for once, no guilt accompanied them. They were...they were the truth.

The same could not be said of their parents. Mom’s lip turned down, her face reddening with guilt. “Sweetie...That...that should go without saying.”

“But,” Phantom softly argued. “You have freaked out….or…” He blushed. “You….well...you’ve looked at me weird, like you’re...un...uncomfortable.” Getting out the words was so hard. “So...so….I don’t feel like I can use my powers or talk about...stuff.”

“Hey, Danny-boy. It’s okay.” Dad said. “We talked about this, remember? You can talk to your Mom and me about anything. I want you to come to us if something’s bothering you. Or if you just want to talk. Or not talk, just hangout. We’re here for you.”

For just a brief moment, the guilt returned. Dad had said that last night. But...both Dannys were still hesitant.

“But you are right.” Mom continued. “This is your home. You’re supposed to feel comfortable here, like you can be completely yourself. And I have not been making you feel that way. And…” She took a breath. “You are a ghost and you have ghost powers. They're your powers.” The words were said with only the slightest hesitance, like they still hurt at some level but...Mom was trying. The woman put hands together, looking more determined. “So how about this? I gave my full permission to train your powers.”

Phantom blinked, startled. “What?” At the same time, Fenton asked more excitedly. “Really?!”

“Yes.” Mom confirmed with a nod of her head. She held up a finger. “In the lab with us and…” She glanced at the other adult, whose eyes shone with a hint of excitement. “We’ll have a training session in the next few days, before we finish with the Ghost Catcher. If that’s alright with you.”

The ghost boy looked at his counterpart before answering tentatively. “Yeah. We can do that but...what about just...general ghost power use?”

Fenton didn’t say anything, pleasantly surprised by the bluntness.

“Danny. They’re your powers.” Mom continued after a pause. “You said...it feels natural to use them. I meant what I said before, it would be cruel to forbid you from flying and… I do trust you.” She vowed.

There was a pause as both Dannys took in the words, again surprised. Phantom bit his lip. “You do? But…”

Mom reached out to touch his arm. “Yes, Danny. I trust you. And I should have never let that waver, not with this.” She comfortingly squeezed, eyes flickering to Fenton. “I know that having ghost powers hasn’t changed you deep down, not where it counts. You’re still my son who’s responsible and knows to be reasonably careful.”

“And to fess up if you’ve messed up or accidentally broken something.” Dad added with wide affectionate eyes. “Which you probably will. You’ve got my clumsiness.” The corner of his lip turned up. “And those powers are tricky. So, it’ll be alright, right son?”

“Um...yeah.” Fenton replied, with a slight blush as a warm feeling rose in his chest. Did that...was he actually starting to feel better?

“And speaking of fessing up…” Mom said. “I am so proud of you for talking about this with us now. And earlier...it took a while but you told us about your powers and you told us what the ghost catcher really did. And I’m proud of you for that.” The woman offered a slight smile. Then her lips turned down again, more serious. “You trusted me with the truth. And I know I’ve broken that trust. I want to earn it back. So...do you think we can work on that?”

Fenton’s heart squeezed. He glanced at Phantom and… “Yeah. We can...we can try.” And he would try. Both parts of him would but there was a lot of trust that needed to be rebuilt.

Mom gave a nod. “Alright. We can start with what we talked about, the training and freely using your powers. And…” Her eyes focused on Phantom, eyes again wide with conviction. “From now on, if you’re uncomfortable, tell me. This is your house; you’re supposed to feel like you can be yourself.”

The ghost’s lip twitch. “O...Okay.” Beside him, Fenton swallowed. Well...that was a tall order. He couldn’t...he couldn’t promise that.

Dad seemed to notice the discomfort. “Or tell me.” The man added. “Just don’t keep bottling it all up, son. Your mother and I just want to help you. We want you to be happy and safe.”

“And we’ll do everything we can to do that.” Mom continued. “Is there anything else you need us to do?”

The human Danny bit his lip and glanced at his ghost. Okay...they could consider being more willing to talk to Mom and Dad. And training and using their powers freely was exciting. But still, there was more.

Fenton sighed. “About your theories about ghosts….uhh….” The boy trailed off, unsure where to exactly start on the problems there.

“Your mom and I already talked about rethinking them.” Dad started.

“Or rather, throwing out the old hypotheses all together.” The woman frowned. “We need to look at everything with fresh eyes. And gather more information. Like I said...there’s so much we don’t know.”

“But what we do know is, we can’t assume any ghost we find will be thoughtless or emotionless.” Dad added with a nodd.

“Or malevolent.” Mom said. “We’ll proceed with an open mind and hope for the best. We do want to go through the portal at some point and observe ghosts in their native environment.” The corner of her lip turned up. “Maybe we can find some other humanoid ghosts to talk to...just talk to.” Her expression then shifted, turning more serious. “But...this won’t be until after we get you re-fused. As we’ve said, you’re our priority, Danny.”

Both Dannys nodded, considering the statement. Then Phantom agreed, biting his lip. “That sounds good. I’m...uh...glad you’re gonna rethink studying ghosts. Just talking’s good.”

From his seat in the recliner, Dad’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, speaking of talking to ghosts…” A hint of excitement lit in his eyes. “You said that you talked to a ghost who helped you find a portal back home. You said he was called...Sidney?”

Mom’s eyes widened, flickered to her husband and then to Phantom. “What?!”

“Uhh...yeah…” The ghost boy rubbed the back of his neck. “His name’s Sidney.” His eyes met Mom’s. “So...long story short, there’s like...a metaphysical line between me and Fenton because...same person. So I...uh...followed it to find him and the line led me to a portal that’s actually in Sidney’s lair and opens up into one of the locker’s at school.”

The woman blinked. “So… you found a portal...inside this ghost’s...lair?” Phantom nodded. “And it leads to...a locker in your school?” This time, Fenton nodded. “And this portal...you got back home through it?” Both Fenton and Phantom nodded. “Which means...you went back through our portal to find me.” Mom blew out a sigh, her voice a mix of surprise, amazement, and a little worry.

“Yeah.” Phantom shrugged, though his cheeks flushed green. “I wasn’t gonna leave you.”

The adult’s face softened. “Oh sweetie…” She shook her head. “So this ghost...you talked to him?”

The ghost boy nodded. “Yeah. He actually taught me some stuff about the Ghost Zone and uhh...ghost etiquette, I guess. And apparently...the ghosts have a word of people like me. We’re called halfas.”

Both adults blinked, taking in the words for a long moment. Then Dad’s eyes lit up. “Halfa! Human you said that earlier, in the Fenton GAV. What else did you learn?!”

Fenton slumped slightly, overwhelmed by the sudden excitement. “Can we...uh..maybe talk about this later?”

Dad’s expression fell, disappointed. A hurt look flashed across Mom’s face. “Danny sweetie...whatever happened, you can tell us. I promise we’ll keep an open mind.”

The human boy’s eyes widened slightly, guilt briefly flaring in him at the reaction. “No Mom, it’s not that. It’s just...there’s a lot.”

Phantom nodded. “I learned a lot. Tons. It’ll be...a long conversation and…”

“I’m tired.” Fenton continued, sudden weariness overtaking him as he yawned. “I heard...I saw everything that happened...in the lab.” He paused briefly, stomach only slightly flopping at the memory. “And...I got kinda pulled to Phantom when we ran off…” Mom and Dad both looked confused so he clarified. “My part of our mind...It’s like...I wasn’t aware of what our human body was doing because...I was with Phantom.”

Dad frowned. “So...like two people in one body? But...you’re the same person?”

Phantom shrugged. “Yeah it’s confusing. It didn’t last very long but...a lot happened and...I’m tired too...like mentally and emotionally so…” He trailed off, unsure.

Mom’s expression softened. “I understand, Danny. We can talk about that later. You can go upstairs and take a nap if you want to.” She moved from where she was stilling to crouch in front of both boys on the couch. “I’m so happy you’re back and you’re safe.” She leaned forward to kiss Phantom’s head... “And I love you so much. Phantom and Fenton.” And then Fenton’s. “Ghost and Human.” Neither boy flinched at the kiss, nor did they shy away as her eyes met Phantom’s before flickering to Fenton’s. “Thank you for talking to me and giving me another chance.”

“Yeah. Mom. We love you too.” Both Dannys said in synch.

And they did; that had never changed. Everything that had happened before, all the words and actions, all the pain, all of that hurt badly, so badly. But...that was because they loved their parents.

Mom stood and stepped to the side and Dad moved to kneel in her place. His big arms wrapped around the pair. “I’m happy you’re safe too. And...I know it was hard but...I’m glad all of that’s in the open now. Now we can start dealing with it and getting better.”

Fenton squeezed back, returning the hug. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“You’re right. Thanks Dad.” Phantom squeezed as well.

The man pulled away, his eyes watering. He enthusiastically patted both boys' knees. “Now go take that nap. I want you bright-eyed and bushy tailed to tell me all about your adventure in the Ghost Zone.”

That earned a chuckle from Phantom even as he blushed. “Yeah. That’s a word for it.”

Fenton shook his head, the corner of his own lip turning up. He glanced up, catching a slight glimpse of Mom’s subtle smile as Dad stood and stepped back. The human boy rose to his feet. “Come on, Phantom.”

“I’m coming.” The ghost also rose and floated beside his human as the pair went up to their room.

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request from anonymous: “Pieck, Marcel, & Colt are you best friends and they encouraged you to finally ask Reiner out but he ended up saying you where like his baby sister but then a few months pass and Pieck introduces you to Porco and you both immediately realize you like each other, but when Reiner sees the two of you together, he realized he didn’t see you as a sister.”

request status: CLOSED

pairing: porco galliard x fem! reader

“come on! how would you know?” Colt encouraged, “I think I sense him liking you!” you shook your head, trying to get the three to be quiet.

you continued to drink your soda as Pieck put her arm around your shoulder and squeezed it a bit, “listen, I know you might think that we’re wrong but there’s nothing wrong in asking him out? the worst he could say is no!” she tried to explain.

Marcel nodded in agreement. you huffed, seeing Reiner walking onto the campus cafe, heading towards the four of you, “fine, I’ll tell him! it’s like you guys are trying to get rid of the two of us,” you said, half-jokingly and half-nervously.

you walked up to Reiner, his face instantly lighting up in excitement.

“hey! where were you, I saw you in the library and then you were gone!” Reiner exclaimed. you laughed a bit shyly, “uh, I had to meet Marcel for a project but hey, can I talk to you?” you asked, picking at your finger nails.

Reiner nodded his head, pulling you to the side for some privacy. you couldn’t help but smile at him. your crush on Reiner had just begun, however; you felt yourself falling for him every time you were around him. his charisma and overall personality made it hard not too.

“so, I hope that this isn’t too weird but I’ve liked you, kind of for the last few weeks. I was hoping that if maybe you’re interested, you wanted to go out on a date or something?”

you looked at the ground, too nervous to look at him in the eyes. Reiner sighed, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“listen, I love you! I really do but not in the way that you’re hoping. you’re like my sister if you want me to be honest.”

from the table, Marcel, Pieck, and Colt looked at the interaction with hopeful eyes but soon enough, they could see Reiner give you a hug. not the hug they were hoping but the ‘bro’ hug.

Pieck looked at the two boys in panic as they saw you shake your head no at them before telling Reiner something. you tried to contain your tears, feeling the embarrassment come over you like a cyclone.

“I hope this doesn’t change anything in us,” Reiner said. you nodded, trying to keep your smile up, “of course not but I gotta go. I’m having dinner with my parents tonight and I can’t be late,” you whispered.

Reiner could tell you were lying but decided not to say anything as you walked away from him. he felt his heart sink into his stomach at your reaction. a part of him wanted to chase after you but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you. he couldn’t hurt you that way.

later in the night, Reiner tried texting you but you left him on read and eventually he stopped. you were in no mood to talk to the person who straight up sister-zoned you. Pieck and the boys were trying to get your hopes up again but you had left them on read as well, telling them that if it wasn’t for them pressuring you, you wouldn’t have gotten rejected to your face.

Pieck understood where you were coming from but Marcel and Colt didn’t. they thought that maybe Reiner had mixed up his words. it took Pieck to re-explain it to them that Reiner had no genuine feelings for you that they realized they did kind of fucked up.

the weeks following your conversation with Reiner, you actively tried to ignore him. you didn’t completely ghost him as you still tried to sit with him during breaks but the texts and the hangouts after classes were kept to a very bare minimum.

you had eventually forgiven the rest of them for their peer pressure and as a gift for being semi-shitty friends, they promised to take you out and buy anything you wanted to drink. it was the least they could do.

all of you went to the nearest frat party that was approaching. thanks to Colt and Marcel being in the greek lifestyle, they had spoken to the president of their frat to allow you both in. you were going as Marcel’s unofficial date as the party was more of a black tie party that involved all of you to dress up.

a part of you felt excited at the idea of finally going out. you weren’t going to some sleezy party with drunk freshman’s laying around. this seemed like a formal party, one where everything was going to be mellow and chill for most of the night.

Marcel had mentioned in passing that the president of the frat was related in some way so it didn’t take as much persuading as Colt had mentioned to get the both of you in.

“where’s the party?” you asked Marcel as you buckled yourself in. he gave you his phone, “it’s at Marina Shores. it’s a formal party for the finalist of this semesters rusher’s and since the president is my brother, he didn’t mind both of you coming,” he explained more in detail.

you gave Marcel a look, “both of you are in it?” you asked the boys. they nodded, showing you their small fraternity pins in their coat jackets, “wow, had no idea,” you murmured.

the rest of the ride was just filled with small talk until all of you arrived at the venue. the night was a bit cold, air chilly with the October breeze that was blowing. you held onto Marcel’s arm as the camera took photos of the four of you for ‘press’ as they called it.

upon entering the party, everyone was talking amongst each other. you walked with Pieck straight to the buy as she offered to buy you your first wine of the night. Marcel headed towards his brother, telling him that all of you had finally arrived.

“so, where’s the poor girl you had to drag here?” he asked, taunting him. Colt however was the one who pointed you out, “she’s the one in the white skirt and striped top,” Colt said.

Porco scanned the bar until he found you. he felt his cheeks go warm as he immediately tried to cover his face. unbeknownst to you and Porco, Pieck saw the look he gave you and smiled to herself. she knew that you weren’t actively looking for anyone but you were on the brink of downloading Tinder again so she figured, why not give the two of you a shot.

Pieck excused herself to the ‘bathroom’ and made a beeline to where Porco and everyone else was. she gave her friend a smile, “hey, why don’t I introduce you to one of my friends?” she asked, trying not to make anything too suspicious.

Porco nodded, figuring that maybe it was one of her other friends but as soon as he realized it was you, he tried to get away, claiming he needed to watch over the party, in which Pieck immediately disagreed and continued to drag him over.

“hey ( your name ), have you met my friend Porco?” she asked. you looked up from your phone, looking up to see who it was. you smiled, your lips were tight as you shook his hand, “hi, I’m ( your name ), nice to meet you!” you said.

you couldn’t deny, Pieck’s group of friends were extremely attractive and almost instantly, you realized who he was, “you’re Marcel’s brother, right?” you asked, trying to ease the tension. he nodded, “yeah, do you know him?” he replied. “yeah! we’re partners in our English 380w class!” you exclaimed.

Pieck slowly walked over to the two boys, who were now surprised that Porco was talking to you so easily. the two of you seemed to be very engrossed in whatever the conversation was about.

“wow, they seemed to have clicked fairly easily!” Colt said, realizing that the two of you had been talking for over a little of half an hour, “yeah, that’s surprising, especially for Porco,” Marcel interjected.

Pieck smiled at the two of you.

“figured they would.”

two weeks had passed since the night of the formal party. you had gotten Porco’s number at the end of the night and not even a week later, he invited you to get dinner with him. having nothing to lose, you accepted and went.

from then on, you really stayed with Porco and a few of his friends. Pieck was more than happy that you had essentially moved on from Reiner as Marcel felt like gagging at the idea of Porco dating his poor innocent friend.

“hey, where’s ( your name ),” Reiner asked Colt. he pointed over to the table where all the rowdy people were at, “she’s with Porco, they’ve been getting close lately,” he mentioned off-handedly.

Reiner’s eyebrows fluttered in confusion, seeing Porco putting his arm around you as you leaned into his touch made him feel something at the pit of his stomach.

“they’re dating?” Reiner asked him, now fully sitting down at the table, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at you and Porco. Colt nodded as he continued to write his notes, “yeah. they met at one of his frat’s formal parties a few weeks ago and have been seeing each other nearly every day since. I think if they’re not already in a relationship, they’re going to be soon,” he explained.

Reiner now knew he couldn’t say anything but his emotions were running wild. he was happy for you, that he could admit too. you had finally moved on, kissing Porco on the cheek as he chuckled and relayed the kiss back to you. the one thing that was annoying him however was the fact that he felt wrong for feeling jealous.

he was the one who denied you. Reiner put you in the sister-zone and since then, he hadn’t really spoken to you since but jealous feeling he was actually going through at the moment clearly meant that he didn’t actually mean what he said.

Reiner knew at the end of the day, he couldn’t stop you. you had moved on. you were now in the arms of another guy and you were there because he put you there. he could admit his feelings to you all he wanted but by now, you probably finally saw him as a brother or just a distant friend and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

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