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skylersprompts · 6 months

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DC x DP Prompt *10*

It had been a relative uneventful day in Gotham, the new Week just started and most of the big rouges were still in Arkham after the last big breakout. And even tho the nightly patrol wasn't done, Batman send most of his charges that were still somewhat injured home. He, Orphan and Robin would be able to handle the rest.

They had stopped some muggings and one break-in by the time patrol officially ended. His children made their way back to the manor on their bikes, while the Bat made one last round through the docks.

He had a feeling of foreboding, not necessarily a bad feeling, but he was cautious. Even if Cassandra and Damian weren't hurt that badly, he still wanted them home. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he didn't had much time to think it over.

A swirling green Portal opened in front of him and a figure started to emerge from it. Bruce got into a fighting stance, his eyes trained on the unknown.

The Portal vanished after a young man, almost still a boy, stepped out of it. He had white hair that seemed to sway as if he was under water. Green freckles glowed in the dark, just a little muted in contrast to the vibrant green eyes. The boy - because the longer Bruce looked, the younger the being seemed - floated a few inches in the air. In his hands he held what looked like a type of thermos.

"You are Batman, right?", his voice seemed to echo a bit, even in this open space. Bruce just gave a little nod, still in his fighting stance. Just because the other seemed young, didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

"Good, good... ahem... So my name is Danny or Phantom or Danny Phantom and I know this might come a bit suddenly, but a friend of mine - well more like my mentor - said that I was on the way for the best possible timeline and I think he really needs someone like you - you know with all those contingency plans - and a different dimension than ours and he is already 3 years in the thermos, well minus the bit he was out for a moment where Clockwork sat his Bodytime a bit back, so that he can have a childhood again, but that was like five minutes max. so that doesn't really count, because ha was also in timeout, so for him it was more like a few seconds, but ahem, what I wanted to ask you Mr. Batman, sir... Would you take my evil self from a different timeline, so that he can have a better childhood and maybe be not evil anymore?", Danny rambled and Batman really wished in this moment to have any of his children here, just to make sure that he did indeed hear correctly.

Even if everything had came out in one breath, the things he could piece together didn't paint the best picture. But it seemed like his brooding had taken to long, because the child folded into himself and started do fidget.

"I understand that you don't want to, you don't know me or Dan or anything about us, but you seemed to be the one most capable of handling him and I looked through so many dimension in the hope to find a good place for him... I can understand why he is like he is, but I will never be able to talk sense into him. His actions are unforgivable, but his timeline doesn't exist anymore, the things he done never happened and he is alone in a dimension that would just remind him of everything that happened if he would life with us... But I can totally just look into some more dimension if you don't want to! It's not your problem and I shouldn't have bothered, sorry!" Phantom started to raise his hand and a green line became visible where his finger cut through the air. If Bruce didn't do anything the being would go with a child that needed his help.

"I want a list with all his abilitis, his weaknesses, his potential triggers, dietary needs, allergies, a way to contact you, your mentor and a third trusted person in case of an emergency and a weekly check in system from your side", Bruce knew his kids would make fun of him when he brought another child home, but someone said he was the best possible guardian for this boy, so he would take him. And if he felt pleased about Danny's surprised and relieved face, than no one needed to know.

"Of course! I think Clockwork gave me a folder with everything!", the boy exclaimed, before he led the riff he started to open close, just to open another one. He seemed to rummage in the small Portal, until he showed him a folder full of papers. This would take a while to go through, but at least the boy was prepared.

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #Dan Phantom #Dan gets adopted by Batman #his kids doesn't know this yet #Damian just lokked away for five minutes and Bruce brings a new sibling to the manor #he will be so disappointed in his father #Danny is a rambling mess #but Bruce learned Teenager a while ago #he thinks he understands most of it #he doesn't #Dan gets deaged #Dan gets a second chance #I have so many WIPs but so little time qwq #Dan as soon as he is out of the thermos: I got adopted by a fucking Billionaire?!#He thinks it is a sick joke #Clockwork is probably laughing at his expand

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mayadarlings · 1 month

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Small story about CBF!Simon and Orphan!Reader

—★! Tags: Slight NSFW, Fluff, AFAB, MNDI, not proofread!!

Like clockwork, every day at 4pm, the two of you meet on the steps outside your school. You've lost count of how many times you've seen each other in passing, but this shared routine has created a bond between you. Both of you sit there, waiting for parents or guardians who never seem to show up on time, if at all.

You see him so often, his name even became a drunken slur from the older man who shows up every now and then. "Simon." But there's no warmth in the way he says it, just pure hatred and disgust. He doesn't bother to hide his apathy towards the young boy as he roughly grabs him by the shirt and pulls him towards their car.

You also see Simon throughout the school day, always alone with fresh bruises appearing on his skin every day. He doesn't participate in sports or ask any questions. Instead, he sits at the back of the class with his head down, wearing an expression of someone much older than his years.

However, Simon sees you too. How could he not? You always sit next to him on the steps, waiting for your ride. This happens every day until he gets picked up or decides to leave first. No matter what, he always leaves before you do. Sometimes, he watches from a distance as you finally get up once he's gone, realizing that you only stay behind to keep him company.

Your name is familiar to him, whether it's being called out for questions or in the hallways. You're different from him in many ways. Unlike him, you engage with others, participate in activities, and go out of your way to help people. In school, you seem worlds apart from him. But outside on those steps every afternoon, you couldn't be more similar - and that alone makes his young heart skip a beat.

Surprisingly, he takes the initiative and asks if you want to take a walk around the park since it's obvious no one will pick either of you up at 4:30. You agree and there's silence between you as you roam through the park.

It's not uncomfortable or awkward; instead, it's comforting. You sit on the swings while he stands next to you, watching the other kids play with their parents.

Suddenly, you ask him "What's it like having a family?"

His response is short and blunt: "I couldn't tell you."

Over the years, you become close friends and then best friends. In middle school, you are attached at the hip and inseparable. Even when the older boys tease him and call him names, he doesn't mind because you're always there to defend him, often with rocks in hand. The two of you end up running away from the bullies, but he's not worried because he has you by his side, and that's all he needs to truly be happy.

You know him like the back of your hand and he knows the inside of your mind better than you do. But you've never visited his home before and you refuse to bring him back to the orphanage. The park has become your sanctuary; every day after school, you both spend hours there, with you doing most of the talking while he listens intently. He pushes you on the swings and eventually, you both have to leave and return to a place that shouldn't be called home.

As he grows older, the bruises on his body become less frequent but more severe. Some months go by without a single mark, and then suddenly there's a bright purplish bruise on his skin the next day at school. Simon doesn't mention it, and you don't ask. Instead, you quietly offer support and patch him up each time you notice a new bruise.

Life at the orphanage was bearable; no one caused any trouble. But it was also isolating, watching others you grew close to being adopted while you were constantly overlooked by potential parents who deemed you unworthy of a home. You quickly realize that being adopted is out of the question; people tend to prefer adopting younger children over older ones. As each year passes, your chances grow slimmer. Despite this fact, you are content with having someone who considers you family, at least with him you weren't alone.

During your teenage years, you began exploring the dating scene, trying out different partners that caught your eye. Through it all, Simon remained in the background. He didn't try to stop you, even though he felt a pang of jealousy inside. Instead, he took this time to truly get to know you and learn how to love you in every way possible.

Turning 18 was a heartbreaking moment for both of you. He made the tough decision to leave and join the military, although he never disclosed his reasons to you. You cried for weeks on end after he told you the news, and it pained him to see you so upset. His mind wavered at times, questioning if this was truly the right choice, but ultimately he knew it was what he wanted. While you had your own aspirations and goals, he had none. But one thing he could offer was protection, and that's what he promised - to keep any harm from coming your way as long as he could help it.

As he prepared to depart, you found yourself drained of all tears. Your eyes were swollen and red, and all you could do was sniffle weakly. You sat in the park on the swings, the same place you had spent each day before. "You better not die," you whispered, struggling to keep yourself composed.

He wasn't one for words, and you knew that. Instead, he stepped closer and pressed his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You responded eagerly, your hearts beating in tune with the butterflies fluttering in your stomachs. It was his way of expressing the feelings he had held onto for years, and as he left, your lips held a piece of him with them.

Ghost fights with unrelenting determination for you. He endures countless services and deployments, constantly reminding himself of what he's fighting for back at home. Simon, who is stationed elsewhere has Price send you discreet postcards and small gifts from his tour, which you treasure dearly. When he returns, you both navigate uncertain waters, exchanging hushed kisses and lingering touches while longing for more time together. But inevitably, it always ends too soon, leaving you both wishing time would stand still.

This cycle continues for years, until you reach your late 20's and he finally returns for good. By this time, you're well established in your career and he moves in with you. It doesn't take long for the passion between you to reignite once again. Simon knows exactly how to please you - he pays attention to what makes you moan and how you arch your back for more of him. He is always enraptured by you, whether it's the way you grip his cock during sex or the sound of his name on your kiss-swollen lips. Your pleasure is all that matters to him, as long as he gets to hear how amazing he is at making love to you.

Without a doubt, the two of you make up for lost time and within 2 months, you discover that you're pregnant. He tries to maintain his stoic facade, but deep down you know he's struggling. It's like there's a war raging inside him, one that can't be fought with a rifle or scope. As for you, you remain calm. After all, having a baby is not something to take lightly, especially considering your family backgrounds. You both have a lot to think about before bringing a child into this world. What did either of you know about raising a family? But everything changes at 26 weeks when you have your first ultrasound. Seeing your baby girl on the screen has him feeling weak in the knees. This little one growing inside of you is a combination of both of you, a beautiful representation of your love and connection.

Over the course of a week, Simon diligently baby proofs the entire house and devours every book he can find on parenting. He is determined to be prepared and give your baby girl the best life possible, one that surpasses his own and yours. He wants her to have a childhood where she doesn't have to wait on the steps.

You are now lying in a hospital bed, exhausted after 47 hours of pushing. But then, you hear the most beautiful sound - the cry of your little fighter. Simon approaches you and carefully cradles the tiny bundle of pink in his arms, just like he learned in those Mommy and me classes. Tears form in his eyes as he hands her to you. Your hands tremble as you hold her, your vision blurry with happy tears. She has your nose and his eyes. Gazing up at Simon, you both share a wordless exchange that speaks volumes: "We are a family."

♡! I hope this makes up for my lack of posting, college sucks!!!

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost smut #simon riley #simon ghost x you #simon riley x you #cod x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #call of duty smut

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aita-blorbos · 4 months

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AITA for stealing a crown to rule the universe?

I (12, M) am also super into the history of my universe, and these super-cool dudes called the Ancients (who are kind of my role models), and I read history books about them all the time.

Once, I picked up this dusty tome filled with magical creations of these guys, and I came across this crown that would grant limitless power to its wearer. Naturally, I thought that sounded extremely cool. I managed to find my way to the planet that the guardian of it, a dragon (???, F), L, resided, and I fell in love with the planet. My role models lived there at one point...

Anyway, I managed to excavate this old creation of the Ancients', a semi-sentient, dimension-traversing ship. She became my home after a while, and I sailed her around the universe, trying to figure out how I could get the crown.

Once, in the wreckage of another creation of the Ancients, I found this... jester guy (10, M), M. He was... strange, to say the least. And annoying. But he told me about this kid, (???, M) K, and how he tricked him to summon a wish-granting clockwork star, which was the wreckage I found him in, so that he could wish to become god. And then K defeated him and left him in space.

Eventually, we parted ways after I made a few... modifications to my ship. I then tried to use the modifications to defeat L, only to have my ship nearly destroyed. My ship opened a rift to another planet, and I blacked out. When I woke up, I checked the vitals of my ship, and saw that her parts were scattered across the planet and she was certainly not in working condition. I turned around and saw four people, who all offered to help me. And one of them was K. I thanked them, and sent them on their way to collect my ship's parts.

After they collected them all, and my ship was in working condition again, I told them that I'd take them to my "home planet", which was the planet that L was on. L shot us down on sight, and after we crashed, I lied to them about L being a vicious creature who attacked me just for no reason in order to get them to defeat her for me, and they believed me! So they went up to L's volcano to defeat her, and won!

After they won, and L had split into four separate dragons during the fight, I congratulated K and snatched up the crown. I put it on, and I transformed into a new, godlike form! Then I told them all that this was my true intention all along, and I told them about my plan to use them. And then I told them that I would be beginning my conquest of the universe, starting with their home planet!

They chased me into the rift I opened on the backs of L, and I hurled my ship at them. They eventually shot her down, then I shot them down, and at the bottom of this dimension, I came down to finish the job. They defeated me, however, and then the crown... it possessed me, and distorted my body... It was then that I realized that I made a terrible mistake. I couldn't do anything but watch and call for help at that point... it was horrible...

K and his friends defeated me, again, and I woke up in this cold, wet dimension. I don't even have my magic...

I know I already know the answer, but I have to ask... AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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dxrksong · 1 year

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What if the Lazarus pits had blob ghosts and they merged together to became a concept ghost?

Now for the memes!

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Al Ghul approaches the pits

L: uh-uh, what's he doing?

Al Ghul: *dives into the pits*

L: UGH! *Pukes out a blob ghost that looked around before immediately rejoining Lazarus* NO! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!! OUT!!!

Al Ghul: *gets yeeted* ?!

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Would Lazarus like Jason and the others? 🤔 strangely enough, I'd say yes.

L: At least you guys didn't try to just constantly USE ME like my last master did! *dramatic sobs*

Batman: *desperately trying not to adopt this unknown entity* how OLD are you?

L: *suddenly fine* oh, me? I just formed yesterday! Let me tell ya, it was QUITE a surprise to suddenly be able to move and see! It's been a true experience so far, I can see why you guys like doing this so much!

Batman: *physically restraining himself* Hn.

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Jason: so what exactly are you?

L: oh, me? Well I don't know TOO much but from what my instincts are telling me, is that I'm a type of ghost!

Dick: GHOST????

L: yes! Specially a Concept ghost! Like how there's a concept of time and space, I'm a concept of the pits.....I guess.

Jason: you guess???

L: only a few days old, remember? I don't even have a guardian ghost yet!

Batman: *immediately at attention* are you supposed to have one?

L: yep! Every baby ghost needs a guardian! It's not like we can know everything the moment we're born. Hell, I don't even know where the other ghosts are, all there is here are shades....and remnants.

Tim: I have so many questions.

L: and I have so little answers! It seems we're stuck in the same boat Tim! (Oh btw Tim, your clones wanted me to say Hi)

The fam: WAIT WHAT?!

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Lazarus and the shades getting along as Lazarus greets them like one would do to their pets.

L: why hello! Yes, hello! Look at you, look at you *coos*

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Hmmm 🤔 Lazarus would need a guardian that can make portals in order to show them how and to make sure they get fresh ectoplasm when need. And the only ghosts I can think of is Wulf and Clockwork.

But there's also Cujo.

Lazarus meeting the only other ghost he's seen and it's this small dog.

Cujo:

L: are you my dad??

Cujo: *sweating because oh no this child has no parents, but how the bark does he raise a baby ghost?*

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Tho Wulf parenting Lazarus would also be cute.

Walker finds Wulf and immediately spots the kid.

Walker also knows that bonds between a baby ghost and it's parent are near impossible to break. (Not to mention against the rules.)

So then it'd be Walker and Wulf raising this baby ghost together lmao!

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alalaya2 · 9 months

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Tim Drakes sleeping habits save the earth

Part 8 The beginning of the storm

Ellie was asleep on clockworks lap, covered in bandages. There was not much for them to do but hurry up and wait until they were needed. Frostbite was watching the three different groups Clockwork had pulled up on his portable viewing Mirrors. The yetis face was a cross between anger at the GIW and joy that his friend Lazarus had returned. Lazarus had been a good friend they had grown up together with Undergrowth, Vortex, Nocturne,Clockwork, and Morrigan. The 7 of them had rained holy terror on the Realms growing up. To young, to powerful and to board they explored the infinite realms making Friends, enemies and new Discoveries along the way. They Learned and made mistakes but they were all together. Through thick and thin they remained good friends and grew into their powers, gained mantles and responsibility.

Things were Bright and Joyful Lazarus had done the impossible and United the Realms into one kingdom, Clockwork had taken the mantle of time keeper, Nocturne became the Guardian or Dreams, Vortex was the Crazy Trouble maker of the group was learning to control the weather. Undergrowth was working to grow things for the Green, Frostbite had taken over the far Frozen from his father and Morrigan, sweet little Morrigan who could get the six most stubborn people in the universe to behave had become a goddess of Death and had Married Lazarus.

They had kept in touch giving each other advice and helping one another everyone in the realm had been happy to learn Morrigan had become pregnant with twins. Haroldas Fright knight and Lady Pala Gotham had been born with much fanfare and were little Terrors gowning up but the birth had not been and easy one and Inanna had never quite been the same after their birth. She fought so hard but by the time the Twins were in their teens Morrigan had started to fade, and so came to pass the first Phantom Queen of the Infinite Realms. Morrigan Stayed but it was a near thing he was finally starting to heal when Dark Parish had started to rise to power. His obsession was power he had created a ring that amplified his anger and started to take over the kingdom territories at an alarming rate. Finally he attacked Lazarus and would have killed him if Clockwork hadn't intervened.

Clockwork grinned, it was not a nice or happy grin. He showed to many teeth and it stretched in a way that would make anything living want to run. It was a feral your going down with me grin. Frostbite saw it out of the corner of his and and responded in a Matching grin their group of friends were no longer as close together with their tethers (Morrigan and Lazarus) gone but some things don't change. Frostbite looked at his old Friend and his almost Grand Nieces. "I recognize that grins Gears what do you see?"

"My Sister Morrigan is Returning and Danny is my Son I gave him my ectoplasam when he turned into a true Halfa. Ellie is coming into her powers as a Goddess of Life, Travel, and a Guardian or Mirror Born's Danny is the Balance and space. Death is needed and she is not Happy about what has happened to her younger co Gods and Nibling."

Frostbite gave a harsh laugh "They are in for it now maybe she can straiten out Vortex and Undergrowth?"

"Before or after she finds out what they did and kills them?

Both looked back at the screens and watches Lady Gotham Preen like a happy cat at Alfred taking care of her. "Should I be worried?" asked Frostbite.

"No he is a good man and he will treat her well when he becomes a Ghost."

Frostbite blinks in surprise and a little worried "he becomes a Ghost?"

"yes one of the few who will become on no mater how he dies he is going to be a ghost he will have a duel Time and shadow core."

"A TIME CORE! but your the only know time core in the last 20,000 years"

"Yes he will help me watch the time lines with hero's he will be family after all and he will be instrumental in helping Phantom recover."

"How?"

"Alfred is going to be powerful he is already getting echos form his future powers. There is a reason nobody wants to mess with Alfred."

Frostbite decided he didn't want to know and turned his attention to a different Mirror. "Do you think that Pandora and Fright will Finally get together Gears?"

Clockwork gowned and facepalmed "Not without outside interference, I am so close to putting them in a an time loop until they get their act together. For two of our top tacticians they are not very emotion smart and they are Born ghost."

"Its only been a thousand years" Frostbite teased.

"They are more emotionally constipated than Batman without therapy." Clockwork flinched all teasing wiped from his face. "They have started to experiment on Danny I am blocking part of the bond to Ellie."

Frostbite became serious again "I know you can't tell me about what is to come but if I list off some equipment can you tell me if I don't need it?"

"Go for it Little Bite"

"I"m Four times Bigger than you Gears!"

"Yet you still call me Gears!"

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#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #dpxdc #ghost king danny #tim drake #red hood #alfred pennyworth #dc x dp #danny fenton #green lanterns #danny phanton is clockwors kid #Danni Phantom

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neoyi · 9 months

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The show never explains who Clockwork is and why he was tasked (or took up the mantle) of time guardianship. There's a part of me that want this to be explained because how does this work in a society with ghosts? But another part of me doesn't, not just to preserve the mystery that is this figure, but because the explanation could simply be Occam's Razor: he's a ghost.

Maybe he became a time guardian with all its powers simply because he obsessed over it - as is wont a ghost - long enough to simply just be. Clockwork has often edged on the side of "good" in the moral alignment scale (because it's an all-age cartoon, blah blah), but I appreciated that his altruism simply happened to gel with time stream stabilization. It's a convenient answer that keeps him as a benevolent figure, but also hands off from Danny's adventures. And I'm glad the comic still kept that specific worldbuilding.

Any who, Dark Danny breaking the time staff and then ABSORBING HIMSELF WITH CLOCKWORK is a motherfucking KING SHIT move.

And then he looks like THIS and

oh, HONEY.

What the hell are you wearing?

Where do I even BEGIN?!

The overflowing mullet? That big, lilac lightning bolt pattern streaking diagonally down your torso? The blue stripes (actually, probably Clockwork's wristwatches) draped around your gloves? It's like David Bowie if he was struck by thunder.

#comics #neoyi talks #also that cape drape in the middle panel when clockwork is on the ground is chef's kiss

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moonpizzalol · 8 months

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I want to know everything about your ocs, but if that's too much pressure, then I want to know about the oldest current oc you've had and how their story has changed overtime (or even just what their story is now)

well god i dont know if i can tell you about ALL my ocs, but ill tell you about some of my favorites!! First one i'll talk about is Connor Mulaney, a ceo of a casino empire in las vegas. she was raised in a pretty bad family where murder was normalized and encouraged for her, which is something she still carries into her life now. shes very silly one could say :3 Next oc is Dr. Clockwork, whos probably my favorite. He's a cold and stoic time scientist trying to find a way to control time, at least for himself. he was cursed by a time god who told him he'd die in 5 months, and he's trying to find a way to circumvent the curse. also half his face is metal :3 Next up is Candyman! Candyman's real name is Zachary Lawrence, and he once lived a normal life with a wife and his kid, jade. things started going downhill when his wife died in a car accident. but things went on. Until jade went to an arcade with her friends and didn't come home. they weren't found for six days, until the police found their barely recognizable body. After learning of this, Zachary fell into a very deep depression, barely getting out of his bed or taking care of himself. Until one day, he was at a theatre, and during the intermission while he was buying snacks, he ended up venting everything to a cashier, who recommended he try Smilers, a new drug bar that makes people weirdly happy. So he did. And he became very addicted. He somehow landed a job as a theatre performer, and since no one knows his name, they call him Candyman. But the same thing that killed his child is hunting him. Last one i'll talk about is Flipside. Flipside is a short shadow being (a species i made) that is a guardian of the third key. He's usually very chill, but takes his job VERY seriously, and has a bit of trouble letting people do things such as guarding, or other things he takes very seriously. He's also my main sona :3 That's it! well besides for my oldest oc, her name is spirit and getting into her could fill a book. Thanks for asking!!

#ocs #answer

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sennenpharaoh · 6 months

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"..."

He's staring down a worn down and exhausted Atem. They have been apart for quite a while. Yugi, Mana, others... how many have seen him? This darkness? And how many, he wondered, have figured it out?

"How fitting, for it to just be the two of us after everything that's happened. And how pitiful, truly, for you to continue on your godsdamned spiel, bluffing your way into their good graces. You won't admit who I truly am, even when no one else is around to hear it. Those around you will eventually see right through you, and see me... see you... for what you truly are. Hell, I already believe some of them have figured it out. What are you going to say to them? What will you--"

His speech was cut short when he noticed his body began to fade. He wasn't disappearing, but... it appears his time outside has come to a halt.

Now's his chance! With a flick of his wrist Atem used what remaining strength he had to conjure not knives... but chains. Binding chains that wrapped all around Yami, keeping him confined.

"What in the... what have you done to me?"

"A little present from a close friend." Atem stood up, revealing a Nightmare Binding Magic Card. "I'm sure this looks familiar."

"You... Dare..." Yami could only struggle in increasing anger as his eyes flared up. "You dare side with the bastard who defeated you?! Who took everything from you?! Who brought out the worst in you?! Who turned you into the weak Coward you are now?!" He glared daggers into Atem, pure burning anger dripped in his voice.

"You had your chance! You had your chance to finally pay him back when you took that guardian's sword and you could have ended this! But no."

"The only one who's done... is you. This time... you're locked up for good."

Yami let out a painful laugh. "You can lock me up all you like, but you know the truth. Everyone is learning the truth. And sooner or later you will admit it. My words are your words. My truth is your truth. My darkness is your--"

With a flash in Atem's eyes he swiftly flicked the card, causing the chains to completely envelop Yami, turning the spirit into a cloud of darkness which immediately shot into Atem's chest. The sudden surge of dark magic was overwhelming, causing Atem to clutch at his chest, collapsing to his knees. He could feel the dark cloud begin to suffocate him, the dark voice echoing in his mind. Everything that once came out of that spirit's mouth now rang inside his head, but this time...

"That creature... is nothing but a Parasite."

That... that was his voice!

"She deserved to suffer for what she has done to me!"

Stop it! You should be locked away! That spell should resolve, why aren't you locked away yet?!

"Aibou, everyone... I should be keeping them safe, not relying on them! Had I still my magic, my gods..."

No! No he will not say such nonsense! He placed both hands against his own mouth to stop himself from speaking. Struggling against himself, a body exhausted from using what limited magic he had, he physically couldn't take it anymore, and he collapsed the rest of the way to the floor. In his weakness his hands slowly moved away from his mouth long enough for...

"I wanted to come back, and became weaker because of it."

"I should never have made that wish..."

To hear those words come out of his mouth unconsciously but... almost naturally... Atem didn't want to hear it. This was Yami's final move before he was locked away, it just had to be! There's no way that he himself would ever say something like that!

"That's not true." He curled up, eyes squeezed shut. Hands pressed against his ears, not wanting to hear any more of what just happened. "That's not true! That's not true! That's not true!" He kept repeating the same phrase over and over again, each time feeling his face flush and his eyes... ah, of course. Like clockwork. Just like always. At least... no one's around to see this.

"It's not true. It's not true. It's not... true..."

#drabble #Yami's locked up for a little while but he left Atem a nice parting gift for him to deal with #also long post is long

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izzyeffinhands · 2 years

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Izzy had known Ed since childhood, but there was a drastic difference between them. When he met him on Hornigold’s ship, Ed was a young boy and Izzy looked precisely as he still looked today. From that moment on, the vampire became a sort of guardian over a young Edward Teach. His infamous pirate history was painted in blood, mostly due to the ever thirsting vampire in tow. He had taught Ed everything he knew about pirating, and watching him become the man he was today had been an exceptional treat in his long life. Hands was fiercely protective of him, even as they’d gone upon The Revenge, but his young charge was also fiercely protective of him.

Even though he could withstand the sunlight, the vampire didn’t have a crisp complexion of a seasoned pirate. In fact, he was a vision of glimmering pearl. Izzy had long tried to keep his vampirism a secret but that was an impossibility, and surprisingly among the ragtag crew of The Revenge there wasn’t really judgement about it. There was judgement on his protective and fierce personality over his aging Captain, but not at the fact he was the creature he was. It was honestly a relief. Izzy being such a workhorse, he had gone yet another long day without feeding, the weary vampire often forgetting or shoving down the need just to get things done. He kept ships he boarded running like clockwork. And Ed, having known him for over thirty years, knew exactly when he looked weary and needed to feed. He entered the Captain’s quarters with a soft knock, moving in so he could be seen.

“ Everything is finished for today, Captain. We’re on a steady heading, and now that I’ve completed my duties I’ll be heading to bed. Let me know if you need anything, Edward. “

#blackflcgs #vampire Izzy!

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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Constantine: His Rogues Gallery includes Minor Gods! What is wrong with you people?! // Danny: What do you mean? I don't fight Minor Go- *(thinks about Undergrowth, Vortex, and Nocturne)* Okay so I see where you're coming from. But I'm sure you guys have dealt with the type before and tbh Undergrowth just can't handle the cold. So just get a Freeze Ray or get Superman to breathe on him and everything'll be good.

I actually haven't really thought much about the concept of his enemies being minor gods but like you right they are

even if only by legend, the ghost zone is full of natural portals that open up into different time periods, these ghosts may not even be as old as the legends about them are, they've just jumped through enough portals and wreaked enough havoc to make names for themselves among a variety of cultures, they may have even changed forms a few times (as we know ghosts can sometimes do) which gave people the impression that they were different gods

not to mention some of the ghosts were ripped directly out of mythology, Pandora for one, her legend is way different from the real thing, likely due to history's classic game of telephone fucking everything up

then there's the question of if they are actually literal gods or were just mistaken for them, ghosts born from the dead are different than ghosts born of the ghost zone

I like to adopt the concept of poltergeists, spirits created from an amalgamation of emotion verses the independent soul/spirit/personality of someone who died

so the Far Frozen in my eyes was a civilisation created by the collection of human curiosity, they are essentially knowledge spirits who have grown their own culture, there are many of them due to scholars and education systems often relying on the experiences of many, teaching each other and engaging in discussion in order to understand things better, there are likely many different yetis with different specific interests, new yetis coming into being when more humans discover new things, they could all be considered minor gods based on their individual interests, and many have likely travelled through portals in an opportunistic field trip to learn, and due to their appearance and seemingly omniscient knowledge, have been associated as a god of their particular field of study

Undergrowth I like to imagine is a new spirit, born only recently with the rise of general frustration and anger by current generations over the destruction of the planet's environment and ecosystems, he is an amalgamation of the energy that would be produced at climate rallies and protests

Nocturne is also born of a combined human experience, that of course being dreams, he is probably one of the oldest spirits in human existence, his journeys in and out of natural portals would have inspired legends like that of the sandman and the greek god Morpheus, his recent rise to power may have been caused by a gradual incline of insomnia among people, the more desperation for sleep feeding into Nocturne's drastic behaviour

Vortex was also likely to be an old god, born of a time when people believed the weather to be made by gods and not simply a natural event, he's one I like to think has changed appearance many times over the years, he has hopped back and forth through portals, and his personality changes like the weather (ha ha) depending on the people who would pray to him and give offerings for rain to water their crops, in which case he would come and bring rain because it's what people believe he will do, or when an extreme natural weather event happens and people believe the gods to be angry and vengeful, in which case he would become angry and vengeful, in his episode during the show, I believe he showed up destructive because there had been a recent natural disaster somewhere in the world where the culture believed their god to be responsible, it wouldn't matter which god, Vortex would always be the one to embody that belief, as long it was associated with the weather

so I think it would be apt to refer to these native born ghosts created by pieces of human consciousness as minor gods, as they cannot truly be destroyed unless humans as a whole stopped feeling or thinking or believing in whatever initially created them, Nocturne cannot be permanently destroyed because people will always dream, Undergrowth can't be destroyed as long as people still feel fury over the destruction of the environment, but his behaviour could be altered if humans became more sustainable in the future and the general frustration and anger over environmental destruction waned, Vortex may actually have lost much of his power over time as fewer and fewer people blamed gods or spirits for the weather, if that belief ever disappeared entirely, so would he

even regular human born ghosts could even reach minor god status if they become a known figure, Pandora may have been human once, but in death became famous from her legend (inaccurate though it has become), and as a result became quite powerful, I also think she represents more than one deity, I think she likely also is believed to be the goddess Soteria (greek goddess of protection and safety, due to her role as the guardian of the Box), and so that belief also fuels her power, despite humanity believing those two identities to be seperate beings, however I don't believe she would be susceptible to a change in personality like natural born deities are since she already had a personality and a sense of identity to begin with, but her abilities and the power she wields may be altered by public perception

and to leap off of THAT point, we reach the idea that Danny is a very famously known ghost that many people believe in, many people love him, like Pandora he is a protector and a guardian, and so his ability to protect is boosted by that, much like a deity who is powered by worship, he himself has inadvertently become a minor god

and he also happens to be close friends with a MAJOR God, a God with a capital G, one who has existed before humans, existed before earth, he gained a physical manifestation as humans began to understand time as a concept, this, of course, being Clockwork, who happens to be responsible for every minor god's interaction with the human world because he controls the time periods in which the natural portals open, hence why so many portals were opening in ancient greece, because Clockwork had determined that their mythology was important to the future for whatever reason, I mean greek myths are still well known by today's standards and that must have been important enough for Clockwork to ensure it happened that way

he puts a lot of focus on Danny's development because he will become something incredibly significant to history, which is why other superheroes reeeeaaaally need to step back and mind their own god damn business, I can just imagine Clockwork popping in on Constantine and stressing the absolute importance of Danny being left alone

and then Constantine has to go chew out the Justice League because THE LITERAL GOD OF TIME SAID YOU NEED TO S T O P

#op danny dc edition #asks #danny phantom #overpowered danny #clockwork #vortex #nocturne #undergrowth #constantine #justice league #I dunno how we just decided that DP takes place in the DC universe but I dunno it just fits better somehow

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crossdreamers · 3 years

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Wendy Carlos – the transgender synth pioneer

The synthesizer has changed popular music. When one of the pioneers behind this technology decided to record an album, though, it was a recreation of classical music, of Bach. That woman was Wendy Carlos, a transgender woman.

The Guardian has published an interesting article about her in connection with the publication of an unauthorized biography of her.

Jude Rogers writes:

This is the musician who pushed Robert Moog to perfect his first analogue synthesiser, from which pop, prog, electronica and film music flourished. Her smash-hit 1968 album Switched-On Bach made the Moog internationally famous and became the second classical album ever to go platinum in the US.

Then came her extraordinary soundtracks for A Clockwork Orange, The Shining and Tron. She made an ambient album five years before Brian Eno did, and jumped from analogue machines to do leading work in digital synthesis, but worried that her status as one of the first visible transgender artists in the US would overshadow it.

Since then she has guarded her privacy with great care.

You can read the whole article here.

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#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtqa #moog #synthesizer #music #mtf

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roguelov · 3 years

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Touch of Death (Part 2)

Summary: Loki goes to Hel on a whim of a bet thanks to Thor and his friends: go to Hel and bring back something. However when he goes he meets someone. The guardian of Hel, one who looks over the souls. Curiosity sparks and soon a relationship blooms, but will it last?

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: None

Part 1, Final Part

As he promised, Loki returned. Again, and again, and again.

He quickly became clockwork in your usual, bland, life. Sometimes when he arrived, he would catch you working, watching as you guided souls through a golden archway disappearing in the warm hues only to return a minute later.

He will always remember one specific moment when you guided a soul.

The two of you were walking, Loki talked about his brother’s and friends’ reaction to the menacing gauntlet he returned with, when you stopped. You glanced over to the right to see a soul arriving. It started with a gust of wind, the wind pulled to a center point swirling around forming a shape. The soul was transparent, a mist or smoke that held the shape resembling a Midgardian or Asgardian.

The soul exhaled, opening their eyes.

You turned to Loki, “Excuse me for a moment.”

Loki didn’t say anything, only stood entranced as you walked over to the newly departed. The soul appeared to be a woman. Given her hunched appearance and slow movements, she lived a long life and had died of old age.

You approached the soul, “Welcome, Yrsa Bjarkedottir.”

Yrsa peered up at you. Your hood cloaked your face. Her eyes widened in recognition at the void who stood before her.

You smiled, although she could not see. “I see you remember me, and I do remember you.”

She stepped forward, almost pulled in by your mysterious presence. Even after the years, she still remembered you. She dreamt of your haunting silhouette. And yet. Every dream, every pull of that memory, she was never afraid. Never scared of the one who lived in Hel.

She was calm, and at peace.

“I see you have lived a long life, I am happy for you,” you said.

“Well, someone told me I had to,” she joked.

“Did you do everything you wanted?”

She smiled, “And more.”

“Good,” you smiled. You extended out your hand, those frightening claws beckoned out to her. Yet, Yrsa didn’t fear you, she gently placed her hand in yours. “Are you ready to see her?”

“Norns, yes,” she pleaded.

With a wave of your hand, a golden archway appeared. A warmth rained down over the pair of you.

All while this happened, Loki watched, unable to tear his gaze away. It was enthralling watching you work. And he didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes continued to widen in surprise. As the golden light from the archway casted over you and the soul, the soul became more apparent and more solid. Her hunched appearance straightened up, the rasp of her voice lifted, the wrinkles faded, she reverted to a younger self before his eyes.

Yrsa glanced down at her hand in shock. The liver spots vanished. She whipped her head over to you ready to ask a thousand questions, but you weren’t looking at her. You looked ahead through the doorway. She followed your gaze. She gasped. Standing on the other side was her love.

Without thinking, she ran towards them, tackling them onto the ground. Their laughter filled the air as tears of joy sprang from their eyes.

You smiled at the pair, then closed the doorway knowing you did your job. You strolled back over to Loki, motioned him to follow, “Shall we continue our walk?”

He blinked and stumbled after you. “Is – is it always like that?” he asked.

“Sometimes.” You bowed your head, unable to shake the smile. “And it still always warms my heart, and it is one of the many things I love here.”

Of course, not all souls were given eternal peace. Those who were unfair in life reaped what they sowed. When those types arrived, you told them plainly what their afterlife will consist of. Some demanded to get to the other side, which you would say they couldn’t. Some would scream, some would beg, and some who were truly desperate would fight. Those who did try to fight lost fairly quickly. You moved with grace and precision. After knocking them down, you waved your hand and they disappeared. Gone for now.

“Where do you send them?” Loki asked once after witnessing the umpteenth soul fighting for what they believed they deserved.

You shrugged. “Another part of Hel.”

“Similar to the other side?”

“No, they are stuck here. I just send them away for Hel to take care of them.”

“Hel?” Hel was a place, not an entity, right?

“Like I said before I am not a ruler here, but a watcher. Hel is the ruler, it showed me how to distinguish between the souls, showed me the doorways and how to conjure them, and taught me magic and basically everything. I simply send them away for Hel to decide what happens to them next.”

“Like what?”

“I do not know, and I do not ask.” You peered over at Loki seeing his confused face. “If I would have to surmise, they are told again of their deeds and reasonings for being here then are bound to wander aimlessly thinking of their previous life.”

Loki decided he wouldn’t press on the topic of Hel any further. Curiosity was a mighty beast, but fear conquered it easily.

He learned although you lived here, and guided souls, you were still clueless of Hel. You didn’t ask, nor let your curiosity run wild. You were a fair, unbiased, neutral party who simply does their duty. You don’t interfere and you don’t help.

Thankfully, whenever Loki visited you didn’t always deal with souls. To pass the time, the two of you would walk Hel - once you even went up to the wall and let your eyes follow up the chasm wall into the clouds - or the two of you would sit down on a blanket which was brought by Loki.

If Loki had to pick a favorite pastime with you, it had to be when the two of you laid down on a blanket and enjoyed snacks he brought, mostly nuts and fruits. In the beginning, he typically carried the conversation and told stories of his youth. And his heart fluttered when you laughed. While other days he brought books for the two of you and read them to you.

Now, those days specifically were your favorite.

You loved laying down listening to his voice. The story took you to a place full of color, to a place where you could be anything and anyone. Of course, you didn’t hate it here, however you couldn’t help but to imagine a different life. What would it consist of? Who would you be?

Your eyes locked onto Loki as his soothing voice pulled you into a world of ‘what ifs’.

Would he be there? Would you ever have met him?

And like always, your eyes peered above his head watching the dates flip through. Every time you did, you noted how less and less dates appeared. Still many, but instead of a blur of numbers unable to read a single one, the dates shuffled slower with a few jumping out.

Then eventually, after being with him for a while, you revealed your face.

The two of you enjoyed a slow day as you sat side by side on the woven blanket. You sighed, tipping your head back while you listened to Loki talk. Your hood slipped off. There was no reason to hide your identity from him anymore. You were no longer the fearsome, mysterious, guardian of Hel, but a new friend.

Loki spewed about his magical studies, and when he looked over the words instantly died on his lips. You calmly leaned back on your hands with your chin pointed at the sky and your eyes closed. Somehow in this dismal place, the lack of light and faded colors, you shined. Bright and radiant.

What he believed to be a terrifying being was a simple person.

A beautiful one to say the least.

You cracked open your eyes and peered over at him. “I was listening if that is what you are worried about.”

“No, no,” Loki shook his head. “I - I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.”

You smirked. “Am I truly that hideous?”

“No, quite the contrary.”

You blinked. A warmth spread over you; a warmth you haven’t felt in ages.

And if your days weren’t occupied with books and evening strolls, then you showed each other your types of magic. Naturally, the first time demonstrating will always leave a fond memory.

“Okay, close your eyes.”

You puckered your lips, “Is that really necessary?”

“Yes,” Loki answered without hesitation.

You stared at him, then obliged.

Soon, the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck rose. Loki’s magic washed over you leaving you with a prickly sensation. You opened your mouth to ask if he was done when a chirp cut you off. The sounds of birds sang overhead, the smell of morning dew and sweet floral filled your nose. Your cheeks warmed up as if the sun shone directly on you.

“Open them.”

You did.

And you were greeted with an unbelievable sight.

The hill you stood on was filled to the brim with hundreds of different flowers in colors you nearly forgot. You wanted to dig your hands into the dewy grass and pluck all the flowers. A shadow passed over you. Looking up, birds sang as they flew in the soft blue sky without a cloud in sight. The sun was brighter than you imagined, it warmed your face. It was a nearly perfect rendition of a spring day.

You turned to Loki who smiled at you. His eyes mimicked the setting, and with his green tunic he could blend into the grass. In your eyes, he was the brightest person in the world.

“An illusion?” you asked.

He nodded sheepishly. “They are more of my specialty.”

“You almost fooled me.” You squinted up at the sun. “But, it is still so perfect.”

“How did you know?”

You raised your hand – sporting a plain leather glove today – and blocked out the sun. “A hunch.”

He chuckled. “Do you doubt I somehow took you away? Maybe I possibly kidnapped you and we are in a different realm, maybe this is Midgard.”

You dropped your hand laughing. “Although you are a powerful sorcerer, I do doubt you are capable of whisking me off without me knowing.”

“Maybe I did, and this was my plan all along.” He stepped closer to you.

“And what do you gain from this, your highness,” you teased.

He smirked, “And why would I reveal my plan to you?”

You chuckled. Loki soon followed your lead laughing alongside you.

“So what of you?” Loki’s cheeks hurt from laughing, you somehow always managed this feat. “What can you do?”

Before answering, you waved your hand quickly dispersing his illusion. The two of you stood back on top of the barren hill in the grey wasteland known as Hel. “Maybe I won’t show you.”

“Oh?”

“It may frighten your poor heart.”

He laughed through his nose. “I believe I can handle myself.”

“Well, I can’t let you know all of my secrets if you plan on kidnapping me,” you joked.

He smiled, shaking his head.

Eventually, you did show him some of your magic a day later.

Your leather-bound hand laid on top of the dried dirt and chipped rocks. Digging your hand further in, nearly burying your hand, you paused and glanced over at Loki. He watched you with eager eyes. Your cheeks warmed under his gaze while nerves grew to go along with it. Taking a deep breath, you slowly raised your hand.

Loki wasn’t sure what to expect. Levitation? Manipulation of rocks? However, what he got instead was far more beautiful.

Out from underneath your hand, the tiniest sprout popped out of the ground. A vibrant light green, with a soft kiss of yellow in its hue. But, one wasn’t where it stopped. A dozen, probably more, popped out of the ground. They grew taller leaves sprouted from its sides and as a bud appeared at the end of the stem. The buds burst open revealing a five petal flower painted soft blue. Their centers were dotted with a pale yellow, complimenting each other.

You dropped your hand back at your side looking at Loki, almost hopeful for his praise.

Loki’s mouth gaped open. Reaching out, he touched the petals. It was soft and tore easily. Plucking one, he brought it to his nose smelling the floral aroma. It was real. It wasn’t an illusion. This was a real flower.

He looked at you, his eyes sparkled with admiration. “Amazing,” he breathed out.

You dropped your head out of embarrassment. “Thank you.”

“And these are real.” He said in shock.

“Yes, they are.” You reached over and snapped the stem of one. You inhaled the lovely smell, before leaning over and placing it behind Loki’s ear. “It almost matches your eyes. But they have a little bit of green in them.”

The tips of his ears warmed under your faint touch. He cleared his throat, “So, is it a conjuration?”

“Of sorts.” You waved your hand and sprouts of grass appeared around the two of you in a perfect circle. “However, conjuration is pulling from something one has, or what one physically sees. Here, I suppose I am pulling from what was and mainly using my imagination.”

“Was?”

As if on cue, the flowers you grew began to wilt. Their color faded and drooped. Petals dropped in succession littering the ground. Loki quickly grabbed the one behind his ear to see it shriveled up.

You picked up one of the dead flowers. “Life and death are halves of the same circle. Everything dies. And Hel in a way stores everything life gives it. Not only from souls but plants and animals.” Your eyebrows crinkled together in thought. “I guess instead of calling it conjuring it’s more of a temporary revitalization.”

The flower crumbled into dust blowing away in the wind. The grass that encircled the two of you was now yellow and brown, and completely dried up.

You sighed, “It never lasts long though.”

Loki’s eyes jumped to the barren forest behind you. “Did you revitalize that too?”

You looked over to the forest, “Yes, I did.”

“Wow.”

A small smile tugged on your lips. “Actually everything here was my doing. The woods, the bushes, the grass, all of it was from me. When I first arrived here, Hel consisted mainly of flat land with some rocks and boulders, and of course the one portal for those who stumble here and in need to leave.”

Loki turned his head in all directions. There were so many dead plants. And to think that there was nothing at all was impossible. He could hardly imagine Hel without the eerie forests. Yet, you claimed it and given your demonstration, he believed you.

However, there was more to it. More that you would never speak it out loud, that the mess of dead plants all occurred during your first years in Hel. You were unable to leave and you were desperate to have normality, to have something from your old life. After days and days of trying everything, and after feeling something guiding you, you eventually created a single flower. Your hope flourished. Only to be crushed a minute later when it crumbled away.

Day in, and day out, you willed new life hoping for color, for the soft touch of leaves and grass, for the smell of dew mixed with new flowers blooming, only to have it all die. You finally had to accept you were a part of Hel, and your old life was, ironically, dead.

He peered down at the wilted flowers. “What were they?”

You blinked, “Excuse me?”

“The flowers? What type of flowers were they?”

“Oh, uh, forget me nots.”

He hummed. “At least we could see them even for a moment.”

You stared at Loki as he twirled a dried flower between his fingers. You smiled to yourself and whispered, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“What?” He glanced over to you.

“Nothing, your highness.”

He smirked. “I thought I told you to call me by name.”

“And your name is?” You mused.

He chuckled. Your smile stretched across your face at his melodic laugh.

So, was it then when it happened?

No. Maybe?

When did you start to ache for him when he just left? When did your heart skip at the sight of his face? When did his voice sing inside your head driving you to near insanity? When did you start to long for his warmth? When did you start to dream of his figure laying beside you as his fingers traced over your body?

When did you fall for him?

Piece by piece, you supposed.

It wasn’t a when because it felt as if it was destined to happen. With each visit, with each conversation, with each second spent together, with each wall torn down, you stepped closer and closer to the edge until you couldn’t hear the rush of wind but only his voice. The pit in your stomach never dropped because you weren’t afraid. Yes, you fell. You fell happily and wholeheartedly.

Loki, on the other hand, was slightly different. He didn’t understand it until Thor teased him.

“My, my, brother if I didn’t know any better I would say you have found someone,” Thor bumped his shoulder against Loki’s.

Loki whipped his head glaring at Thor. “I did not.”

Thor raised his hands in defense then chuckled. He knew his brother well enough to know when someone captured his heart. It may not happen often, but he can recognize the signs: the smile that never left his lips, the longing in his eyes when he stared off during meals, the fidgeting and wanting to leave to see them, and the sneaking around carrying a basket and books.

“Then where do you run off to almost every day?” Thor gave a toothy grin.

“None of your business.”

“Aw, you are no fun,” he huffed. “Maybe when I am King I will command you to tell me who they are.”

Loki scoffed. “As if you will be King any time soon, my dear brother.”

“Who knows, maybe it will be sooner than you think.”

Loki rolled his eyes.

Thor smirked, “But if you just tell me –“

“It is none of your business, Thor.” Loki stated then marched off.

Later that night, he laid awake with thoughts of only you. An ache resided within his heart. He gripped the fabric of his tunic over his heart. His heart beat frantically with thoughts of you. Tomorrow could never come fast enough.

The sun finally rose, and after sneaking off, he found himself by your side again. You greeted him with a smile when he arrived. A smile that made his knees go weak.

“Hi,” he breathed out standing in front of you.

“Hello, your highness,” you smirked.

He smiled, shaking his head.

“Care to take a walk?” You asked.

“Lead the way.”

Side by side, you and Loki strolled through the woods. Every low hanging branch, every sticker bush, and ever hazardous root folded back for the two of you. It was all your doing, a completely unconscious act at this point for you. However, Loki still marveled at the act. It was flawless. You rattled on your own stories, some of them consisting about the soul you met today, without a care in the world. Loki was back. What else did you need?

As you rambled, Loki watched as a root buried into the ground right as your foot landed on the spot only for it to pop back up after you moved on. He smiled to himself. You were truly a sight to behold.

Soon, his mind wandered back to when the two of you first met. He remembered the trickle of fear, and the ominous presence you casted. And now, you were smiling and laughing. Completely different, but in a good way.

You continued to tell your story when you realized the warmth beside you vanished. Stopping, you turned around to see Loki standing in place as he stared unwaveringly at you. Thor was right. He found someone, that someone being the guardian of Hel.

“What?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

He took a single step forward. Hesitant, unsure what he was doing. His feet carried him as if pulled in by you. You were his sun. His world centered around you. He felt at most himself when around you, he didn’t need to hide or put on a mask. He was simply him. And you accepted that, accepted all of him.

Another step.

The hesitancy faded away. His eyes now held determination, a determination similar to when he first arrived here.

His steps increased in numbers and speed. Reaching you, his hands cupped your face and pulled you into him. Your hand flew to the front of his tunic, bunching it up. But, the hesitancy crept back into his actions. He paused with a baited breath. Blood rushed in his ears hearing only his pounding heart. He wanted to do the one thing he dreamt every night, he wanted to steal a kiss.

So, why couldn’t he?

You released a shaky breath. Staring into those lovely eyes, eyes that held a hint of fear – a fear of rejection – and you whispered, “Do you need me to beg?”

He blinked.

Your words tossed around his head.

He chuckled as that beautiful smile crossed his face. “Wouldn’t hurt, now would it?”

Instead of answering, you grabbed his face pulling him in.

Finally, your lips collided.

And nothing tasted sweeter. His lips were stronger than any mead, you could get drunk on them. Nothing was softer. His lips were like feathers passing through cotton clouds. You stumbled backwards into a tree trunk taking him with you, him desperately chasing after your lips. To keep his balance, one of his hands landed on the rough bark beside your head. He would not dare ruin this moment. He tilted his head, and you easily followed his lead. His tongue grazed across your bottom lip begging for entrance. You happily gave it. Norns, nothing made you weaker. His tongue almost had you on your knees begging for forgiveness.

Needing air, Loki pulled away. But, he kept his distance close. His forehead gently rested against yours. Each of you tried to catch your fleeting breaths. If anyone cared to listen, the only sound for miles was your combined breathing. But, you were focused on him directly in front of you. Your senses were flooded with Loki. You itched to steal another kiss.

“So,” he breathed out, “are there any consequences for kissing a person from Hel?”

“Yes,” you licked your lips.

“Oh?” Your gauntlet came to mind.

“You will have to do it again, and again, and again,” you trailed off.

He laughed, he did not need to be told twice. His lips captured yours once again sealing this new relationship.

It must have been months since Loki first arrived, maybe it was longer. Who is to say? Whenever you were with him, time blended together. Minutes were hours. All you knew was when he left, your days were cold and dull again. Duties mainly occupied your time, but your mind lingered on him. Simply waiting for him to return.

And he always did.

You never waited long.

He arrived with a familiar crackle, as it echoed over the quiet land that always made you perk up and dash over to greet him. You would run into his arms or he might beat you to it and tackle you into a hug first. Sometimes, you’ll both fall on the ground with your laughter filling the air.

Everything was wonderful. You felt whole for the first time in millennia. You had something new to look forward to each day, something new to occupy your time, something you thought you would never have: love.

But, of course, nothing ever lasted. You should have known better.

#marvel #mcu #loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki imagine #loki laufeyson imagine #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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ep-10 · 3 years

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Misery Vex Redesign

I watched Butch’s video and the first thing that caused me to cringe is the character designs. Why is Flynn donning an X-men costume and why is his eyes green? Why does Misery Vex look like some weird Spider-Woman villain? All sorts of Ugghh!

Since Butch’s character design just screams so much ridiculous 90s superhero comic book, I took up the challenge and redesign Misery Vex with a proper backstory:

First off, she's a distant relative of ClockWork. Their ages are centuries apart. ClockWork was selected by the Ancients as the overseer of Time. She was selected as the overseer of Portals.

Clockwork is represented with a “clock” in him. She is represented with an “eye”. She states that a portal is similar to an eye. It can transfer light into different dimensions when it is opened. Every portals can be interconnected to a different time and space, like spiderwebs. She is also the creator of Infi-Map.

No human in history has ever opened a portal. Only when a living being on Earth dies and become a ghost, a temporary natural portal will be formed for the new ghost to enter. When an un-natural portal from FentonWorks was opened into the Ghost Zone, she immediately went forth to investigate, only to find a human child, Flynn, standing at the opposite side of the portal.

ClockWork once warned her that living humans will soon be entering into the Ghost Zone through portals. Once that happens, there will be a possible threat to the residents of Ghost Zone in future. Sensing that the human child was responsible for the un-natural portal opening, she captured the child and took him into the Ghost Zone to observe the implications of a living human in the Ghost Zone. Flynn became history’s first human “test” subject.

Realizing that Flynn has unusual abilities and a strong will to live, she became Flynn’s guardian and taught him everything that he needed to survive in the Ghost Zone. She hoped that he will be the bridge between the humans and the ghosts.

#Misery Vex #Flynn Fenton #Butch Hartman #Danny Phantom #flynn

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Cobwebs - Ectoberweek 2021

Rating: Gen

Warnings: - Words: 1,070

[AO3]

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A cold breeze swept past Sam, and she shivered instinctually. Then, realizing what had happened, she narrowed her eyes and turned around. Carefully swept her eyes over every inch of her room.

Windows still closed. Door still closed. No clear origin for a cold breeze. She had enough experience with ghosts to know what this meant. But there was also no reason for a ghost to come into her room unless it was Danny, and she knew that Danny was too busy to come by.

“Who’s there?” she demanded, eyes darting around. One hand rested near the bracelet that hid her Wrist Ray. Ready to fight back.

“Oh, you’re sharp,” a female voice crooned. Sam didn’t recognize it. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

Sam’s fingers tightened around the bracelet. “I guess I’ve got experience,” she answered the ghost. “Who are you, and why are you here?”

“That, I know.” A ticking noise, like pointed heels on a hard floor. The ghost was walking around. “I’ve been watching you, Sam Manson.”

Oh, great. That wasn’t creepy at all.

“Yeah?” she challenged the ghost instead. “And did you like what you saw?”

The ghost hummed, and Sam twisted in the direction the noise came from. “Quite. That is why I’m here.”

“And who are you, then? Since you so neatly skipped over my question?” She didn’t like the implication that this ghost had been watching her. How, without Danny noticing? Without her noticing?

More ticking noises as the ghost walked. Paced? “At first, it wasn’t you I was watching, but your friend. The halfa. But you caught my attention,” the ghost began explaining, answering a question, but not the question. “Your dedication to protecting all creatures, your willingness to see the good in people, to forgive and forget.”

“Okay?” So what, the ghost liked her? Was that it? “So what?”

The air shimmered, and the ghost finally became visible. And, quickly, Sam realized that the ticking noise hadn’t been pointed heels at all: the ghost’s lower body was like a spider’s, with eight pointed legs.

Glowing red eyes gazed down at her, the ghost’s long hair twisting slightly in a non-existent wind. “I’ve been looking for someone special,” the ghost explained. “A guardian, a protector. A powerful ghost who could beat back any danger.”

“But I’m not a ghost,” Sam pointed out, trying to press down her instinctual fear. Whoever this ghost was, she was powerful. The glow around her body was nearly blinding. Sam’s Wrist Ray couldn’t protect her if the ghost attacked. “What about Phantom?”

“Phantom was certainly an inspiration,” she said, words slow and measured. “A half-ghost like him would be ideal. Combine the best of humans and ghosts, with far less weaknesses.”

“But you don’t want him, specifically?” Sam pushed. “Even though he already does what you describe: protect people, fight back bad ghosts?”

The ghost hummed, hands moving over her staff. What was that, nerve? Anxiety? Was she uncomfortable? "Phantom is... well-known. Too established. Too far along in his development. Besides…”

She grinned, revealing sharp teeth and curved fangs. The black marks under her eyes twisted along. “His style is not what I am looking for. He is too forward, too aggressive. Too prone to attacking first and listening never.”

Well, Sam couldn’t deny that the ghost had a point there. But, more importantly… “So you want me? Even though I’m not a ghost at all?” She scoffed. “You haven’t even told me who you are, even though you apparently know me so well.”

“Ah.” The ghost grimaced. “Yes, of course. I apologize.” She swept into a bow, bending her front legs and gesturing with her hands, her cobweb cape flaring behind her. “I am Misery Vex, one of the Ancients. We are ghosts inconceivably old, in charge of protecting the balance between the worlds of ghosts and humans.”

Sam blinked, then quickly compared the glow of this ghost with Clockwork’s. Yeah, no, that checked out.

“You’re like Clockwork, then?” she questioned, to cover the whirling of her mind. A ghost with that sort of power could probably turn a human into a half-ghost like Danny, no portal needed. Or maybe she could make a portal herself and skip the whole artificial thing. It didn’t even need to last, did it?

Vex hummed. “Clever indeed, little one. Yes, Clockwork is also one of us, one of the Ancients.”

“And you want to turn me into a half-ghost?” Sam shifted, finally releasing her grip on the Wrist Ray. “So I can help protect the balance of the worlds, fight off bad guys like Phantom?”

“Yes,” the ghost agreed. “But I can see the fear in your eyes, the hesitation. It won’t be like Phantom’s transformation. I can induce the process more slowly, so it won’t be painful. And I would not leave you to flounder: I will train you, guide you in your new powers and duties.”

“Oh.” Sam bit her lip, thinking it over. She should probably say no, or at least ask for more time. To think it over properly. Gather proof on Misery Vex, on her intentions, evidence of her being who she said she was. But she was powerful, far stronger than any regular ghost.

It would be the right thing to do, wouldn’t it? It was her fault that Danny was so busy now, always fighting off ghosts. She had put this responsibility upon him. And sure, maybe she had always been quietly jealous of him, of his newfound powers. Of how special he now was, unique, not like anyone else.

But that… that was selfish. No, she would do this for Danny. To absolve her guilt. To make up for all she’d forced upon him.

“Yes,” she told Misery Vex. Pushed back her shoulders and stood up straight. “Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll become your… your half-ghost apprentice, or whatever.”

The ghost smiled, lowering herself slightly so they could meet eyes more comfortably. “Excellent. Come, then, little spider-ling, and I will teach you all you need to know.”

Sam took the offered hand, and didn’t let herself doubt. It was too late to go back, anyway.

And she could wait with telling Danny until she was ready. Until she was far enough along in her training to help him. He didn’t need the stress of worrying over her, too.

It was the least she could do for him.

#Ectober week 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt treat #Ectober month 2021 #dark writes #danny phantom #sam manson #misery vex #Iiii believe this is the longest fic I wrote for this event? wild #anyway I didn't piece together a proper redesign so don't think about Vex' design too much plz

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