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ureternalmajesty · 9 months

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Hypnosis

summary: You are a medic König's best friend and he's hypnotized by her.

Warnings: confession, smut, slight size kink, biting, marking, google translate German, I headcanon that König has a tongue piercing and more but I'll get into that later, is not proofread, p in v, cumplay, reader can understand german

authors note: @nuhteyam as soon as you left the request I started working on it knowing I had to be up in 4 hours. I saw your profile and I went with your pronouns. I hope you like it. This is based on a sleep token song. This is not proofread at all so if there is a mistake I'll go back and fix it later.

MDNI 18+

You and König have been friends for 7 years. It started off as you just wanting to learn German then you both enjoyed each other's company. You were his nurse in the field and on base and he made it known. All his appointments were with you—even his little pop-up visits. It was late and you just finished cleaning the last rooms for the nurses. Once mopping the last room you locked up making your way to your room for a shower. The smell of antiseptic was still lingering. You smelled of it and it was another reason to take a shower.

You were a combat medic your time split between fighting and helping your squad or helping the nurses here at base. So you should be used to the smell of antiseptics. But no the smell made your skin crawl. Making your way to your door you noticed a familiar figure with their hand raised going to knock on your bedroom door. “König? Are you alright?” I asked as he stood straighter to his full height. The black paint that surround his blue eyes made them pop. There were very hypnotizing. The tall colonel shifted from left to right. “Ich brauche deine hilfe, hase.” He mumbled avoiding eye contact.

“Okay come in and make yourself at home.” Giving him the best smile you could and opened the door to your room letting him in and closing it behind you. He sat on the end of your bed leg jumping slightly. His eyes stalked you like a predator stalks his prey. Eyes watching as you shed the jacket you were wearing off ur curls bouncing as you walked over and sat next to him. “What’s the matter Kö?” Looking towards him. “There’s something wrong with my heart…it’s getting faster hase am I dying?” he spoke as you shook your head chuckling.

Eyes burning into the side of your head while you laughed. “What’s so funny?” You could hear the irritation in his voice. “There’s nothing wrong Kö. I think you have a crush. Shoving him slightly was not enough to move the tank of a man. “I thought you were hurt!” Slapping his arm. “Who said I was hurt?” He looked at you. “Where are you hurt big guy?” He points to his heart. “I told you it was a crush Kö.” You go to turn away from the man only for him to grab you by your wrist turning you to face him.

“wenn ja, dann küss mich, Schatz.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes. A gloved hand coming up making you look directly into his eyes. “Küss mich” he spoke again dropping his hand. You reached and lifted the hood only so much. Before you could kiss him a hand came to the back of your head and your lips intertwined. The kiss was soft and gentle before it grew sloppy and lust filled.

Pulling away from the kiss his mouth placed kisses along your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “König.” You whined, eyes dilated looking at him. The corner of his eyes wrinkled, giving away the smile you couldn’t see. “Yes, Schatz?” He paused for a bit before continuing to place kisses along your neck, hands gripping onto you like you were his lifeline. “Please.” You begged hands gripping his shirt. “Please what y/n?” His eyes bore into yours as his hands dropped to your waist. “Please need you.” You pleaded. “Need me to what Schatz?” You could hear the smirk in his voice and it made you more frustrated than you already were. “Touch me. Please touch me Kö.” Hands moving to lift your shirt off your body, throwing it somewhere in the room.

The other hand reached up and unclipped your bra flinging it in the same direction before cupping both your breasts and a glint caught his eye. “Naughty girl y/n nipple piercings?” He pinched one of your nipples and pulled up the hood and popped your other nipple in his mouth arching into him at the feeling of metal meeting your nipples. He continued this for a while with you squirming in his arms and your panties soaked. His hand dropped from your breast as it made its way down unzipping your tactical pants pulling them down the best he could as you shimmed and stepped out of the pants before straddling his lap. Your clit bumped against causing you to let out a loud moan. If no one heard you before they surely heard you now. “Ready Schatz?” He turned, tossing your body up the bed and your head a few inches away from the pillows. Climbing between your legs and sliding your panties down and throwing them somewhere his eyes were glued to your dripping pussy. “Wait Kö what about your crush?” You were oblivious to what was going on. “You.” He answered as he threw your legs over his shoulders. “What?” You are confused by what he said. “It’s always been you. You know you make me hypnotized.” As you went to speak he licked a stripe between your folds before sucking on your clit making you cry out in pleasure feeding his ego.

“F-fuck Kö more.” He sucked and rolled your clit between his teeth, feet digging down on his back, and your head was thrown back as he happily ate you out. “Don’t stop! Fuck please don’t!” He continued to keep building your pleasure adding a finger which soon became two then three. You were close and he knew taking his fingers from your dripping pussy you immediately raised your head and looked down at König. He moved your legs from his shoulders and pushed himself off the bed standing and stripping off his clothes. Reaching a hand down dipping your fingers in only for them to be snatched out. “Keep your hands off what's mine.” His tone was stern as raised your fingers to uncovered lips slipping both fingers in his mouth as he groaned at the taste of you. Dropping your hand you looked at him with widened eyes as he sat on his knees between your legs. You gave him a small nod and watched as he slowly bullied his way into your pussy. Hands gripping his forearms as your mouth drops in a silent moan. Lifting up your head you look down at your stomach seeing the bulge. “Oh fuck me.” You mumbled.

You knew Konig was a big guy but you didn’t think he would be so fucking big. He was thicker than anyone you’ve been with. “Oh, I will don’t worry hase.” His hips moved at a slow pace slowly getting faster and rougher moans spilled from both your mouth and his. “Sorry Schatz can’t help it.” He groaned as he caged you in with his forearms his mouth placing kissing and leaving marks along your neck. Where your shoulder met your neck he bit down making you scream out. “Fuck Konig!” He lifted up and threw your legs over his shoulders once more folding you in half and continuing with his same pace just deeper. “Gonna cum! Can I please?” Your hands gripped the sheets as your breast bounced with each thrust. “Cum for me.” He grunted his thrust becoming sloppy back arching off the bed legs shaking. Dropping your legs from his shoulders he pulled out and thrust into his hand as he released all over your stomach. He leaned back against his legs admiring his work. You reached down dipping your fingers into the cum that was on your stomach and spreading it around before bringing it to your mouth sucking it off your fingers. “You look so beautiful, Schatz.” He mumbled as he grabbed his shirt using it to wipe the cum off your stomach then pulled you on top of him and the blankets over the both of you. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” you asked him drawing shapes on his chest. “Yes, I meant it. It will always be you and only you.” He spoke arms wrapped around you placing a kiss on your forehead.

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raaorqtpbpdy · 20 days

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Get Well Soon

Danny is sick and his powers are going crazy.

For the prompt: Danny comes down with a nasty, but totally regular cold. It's not the first time he's been sick since he got his powers, and normally, it's no big deal, but this time his powers are acting up, setting off randomly every so often. It's never very long, but it IS getting hard to hide, especially as he starts to recover. (AKA: sickfic with shenanigans) [from @gottacatchghosts]

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Danny was dying. He was definitely gonna die. He was already half dead, but this vile infection was going to do him in the rest of the way. He moaned in pain and distress.

"Stop being so dramatic, Danny," Sam told him, rolling her eyes. "It's just a regular cold. It's not even a ghost flu or anything like that. It's a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill cold, and you're gonna be fine."

"Are you sure about that, Sam?" Danny asked.

His voice was low and nasally, thanks to his stuffy nose and sore throat, and he promptly buried his face in his blankets and burst into a coughing fit.

When he looked up again, Sam was staring at him, wide-eyed.

He looked down at himself curiously, wondering what she was looking so freaked about. White gloves and black sleeves met his swimming vision.

"Just a normal cold, huh?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow—probably both actually. His muscle control wasn't the best at the moment.

"It is just a cold," she insisted. "We've already run the tests, and there's absolutely no chance at all that this virus is in any way ghost related. It's a regular cold, Danny. You're just gonna have to tough it out until it goes away."

Danny groaned in despair and agony.

"But Saaaammm."

"I don't know what you think I can do about it. I'm rich, not magic."

He groaned again, and Sam shuddered as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing, and a thin sheen of frost formed on Danny's window.

He'd had colds before since getting his powers, and normally, it wasn't that big a deal. It sucked, sure; being sick always sucked. But nothing like this had ever happened before. His powers had never acted up like this before, and he'd never lost control of his powers.

Sam walked over and opened his window to let the cold air escape.

"I've gotta get going," she told him apologetically. "You should change back before your parents come in to check on you. Fair warning, your mom was making soup when I came in."

"Thanks for the warning," he grumbled, and sniffed.

It took more concentration than usual to shift back into his Fenton form, but it seemed he hadn't completely lost control of his powers... yet, at least.

It was only a few minutes later that his mom came in, carrying a steaming mug full of chicken soup.

"Hi sweetie, how you feeling?" she asked, her voice dripping with sympathy.

"I feel half dead," Danny replied with a small smirk.

He felt a sneeze coming on, but held it in. He knew what would happen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she told him pouted. "Do you need anything? Cough syrup? Hot tea? Marshmallows? Oh!"

She turned to look in her utility belt, and as she did so, Danny let loose a sneeze, and the accompanying ghost-ray that shot out from him and scorched the wall opposite his bed, only narrowly missing his mother.

"Your dad found his old Game Boy," she said, pulling out a device lat looked kind of like Tucker's PDA, but way more eighties. "You don't have to take it if you don't want, but since you're stuck in bed right now, it might be fun, just to pass the time."

Danny put his mug of soup down on his bedside table, wiped his sweaty hands off on his blankets, and took the device from his mom. Examining it to figure out how exactly it worked. The controls were fairly intuitive, but he couldn't find the 'on' button. His mother laughed softly.

Well if that keeps you entertained, then my work here is done. She patted her knees, stood up and walked out the door with a gentle, "Get well soon, sweetie."

As soon as the door closed, Danny sneezed again. A ghost ray shot out and his the door where his mother's head had been a moment before.

Yeah... he'd better get well soon.

The Game Boy only had Tetris, Pac-Man, and the Ghostbusters 2 video game, so Danny chose to play the one game that didn't have ghosts in it, only to discover rather quickly that he sucked ass at Tetris. That didn't stop him from trying, even though his record at this point was 16 lines.

He was starting to get chills now, but he remained steadfastly focused on his game until his dad came into the room.

"Ah, the old Game Boy," he said fondly, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Danny. "You know, I can get all the way to level two hundred and fifty-six on Pac-Man. Spent a whole summer trying to get a perfect score, but I never quite got there."

"I'm playing Tetris," Danny said.

A chill wracked his body and he saw his hands disappear and gasped softly. Thankfully his dad didn't notice, or the man might've turned around to look and seen empty air where his son had been a moment before. Danny quickly turned himself visible again.

"Oh... yeah, there was a deal going when I bought the Game Boy," his dad explained, oblivious as usual to the paranormal activity happening behind him. "It came with a free copy of Tetris. I tried it a few times, but the best score I ever got was twenty rows before I finally gave up."

"Yeah," Danny commiserated. "I've only gotten up to 16 so far."

He shuddered again with a chill and turned invisible once more. Then his dad started to turn toward him and Danny desperately snapped back into the visible spectrum.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters," his dad said.

Danny smiled in response, just relieved he'd managed to turn visible again before his dad saw—or rather, didn't see.

They didn't talk long before his dad left, and he was in his room alone again, free to turn invisible as much as he liked—whether he wanted to or not.

It was more-or-less fine when he was mostly left alone in his room with no one to see his powers acting up. He was still sick, and he still felt like death, but at least he didn't have to worry to much about his secret identity being found out.

But a few days later, he started to recover. He could get up and walk around the house, and people spent more time around him because they were less worried about catching his cold. The problem with that was, even though he was on the mend, his powers were still acting up.

Once, when he was microwaving some soup, he randomly went intangible and fell halfway through the kitchen floor. Thankfully Jazz had been the only one to see, and she'd helped pull him back up, but if his parents had been there, he'd have been screwed.

When he was watching TV with his mom, he'd had a light cough and when he looked up, he saw that he'd accidentally made the coasters on the coffee table start floating. Thankfully, she'd been too focused on the drama they were watching together to notice, but it had been a close call.

His cold was almost gone, but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Truly, he couldn't get well soon enough.

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dcsnextgaycharacter · 5 months

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Oh Infinity Inc. is getting swept this round... all of you promise me... that you'll read Infinity Inc. (1984 and definitely not 2007) by Roy and Dann Thomas in their honor... bleeerrrrgh... (that's the sound of me dying)

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jackdraw-spwrite · 6 months

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Funerary Rites, Chapter 6

Words: 3334 Characters: Clockwork, Danny Warnings: None

For Ectoberhaunt 2023, Day 23 - Magic

Nothing happened.

Nothing Danny had feared, anyway.

The chill of the water was sweet on his tongue, soothing on its way down his throat. It felt like respite, like clarity, like lemonade on a hot summer day after too long outside.

Danny drank until the cup was empty, and then he refilled it and drank some more. He drank until the crystalline sweet of the water washed away the film on his tongue and in his thoughts.

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Or some of it, at least.

Finally, he set the cup back on the countertop with a clack. He hadn't realized how thirsty he'd been.

"Thank you," said Caretaker.

"I didn't do it as a favor to you," Danny said.

"Of course not," soothed Caretaker.

"I would never do you a favor," Danny said, bristling. "I would have to like you for that."

"I see."

"I don't. I hate you."

Caretaker said nothing.

The words should have had an impact. Danny expected them to. Caretaker had been terrifying as he swung seemingly at random between anger and sorrow, the only constant the way he reacted to Danny's fear.

And now, even that had vanished.

"I'm afraid of you," tried Danny again.

There was a minute flinch, but nothing more.

"Have you had enough water?" Caretaker asked.

Was Caretaker ignoring what Danny had said? Danny bristled, took a breath to snarl another insult–

and let it out in a sigh instead. Without responses, hurling insults at Caretaker just made him feel like a little kid.

"For now," he allowed.

Caretaker nodded. "There is still the matter of food."

"No," said Danny.

"No?"

"I mean–" Danny made a wordless sound of aggravation. "I mean, the bread."

"No bread?" Caretaker asked, brow furling.

"No, I. You said there were consequences."

"There always are."

"You just don't know them, sometimes," Danny said, tone acidic.

"Precisely. It is why–"

Danny interrupted him. "And let me guess, you also don't know the consequences for the bread. Conveniently."

"Baking is an art, child. Of course–"

"Of course you won't tell me? Of course you're just going to feed me platitudes until I don't know which way is–"

"Daniel," said Caretaker.

Danny stopped.

Caretaker sighed. "If you would let me finish?"

Tightly, Danny nodded.

"Baking does not produce precise results each time, even for humans. The yeast used, the humidity and temperature of the day and oven, the age of the flour: all of these and more shape the bread humans bake, and not all of them are easily accounted for."

Caretaker placed his hands flat on the table, staring down at the patch of wood still wet from the tea. "It is why skilled human bakers work by feel, as well as by weight. It is why we work by feel as well as by weight."

Caretaker thumbed a surviving scrap of dough, dyed darker by the tea. "But through technique, we can reach something consistent enough. Even in Faerie. Even with the additional complexities our food provides."

Danny fought back the “consistent enough for what?” that wanted to launch itself from his throat. With Caretaker's patience evidently thin, he didn't want to trample on it.

For now.

"So you can tell me what bread will do?" he asked.

"I can tell you what this bread should do, if we make it correctly."

"Not all bread?"

"Not all bread has the same ingredients, even in your world."

Danny had probably known that. He wished he'd gotten more sleep. His brain felt threadbare.

"Okay," he said.

"You wish for me to tell you what the bread might do?"

"Yes," said Danny.

"I will tell you, if you do not purposely disturb the kneading this time."

"Fine." There were other ways to ruin bread, after all. And he wouldn't have to eat it. He hadn’t promised that.

Caretaker's mood lifted considerably with the agreement, and before long he was back to hovering over Danny's shoulder as Danny worked the dough, offering tips.

"If you keep your touch light and quick, it will stick less to your hands," he said.

“Really?” Danny tried it.

It did not.

“Like this,” Caretaker said, and demonstrated.

“You’re cheating,” accused Danny.

“Skill is often mistaken for such.”

Danny huffed, but began kneading the dough again when Caretaker pushed it back towards him.

When, eventually, the dough stopped sticking quite so much to Danny’s hands. He suspected it was less skill and more the kneading being done. When he pulled his hand back it would eventually, reluctantly, peel away.

Danny pushed it a few more times, and then dropped the entire glob into a bowl Caretaker held out for him, which Caretaker then covered and placed near the fire.

Not too near, though. Caretaker fussed with the placement in a way that put Danny in mind of a little old grandma.

"Okay," Danny said after Caretaker had found a satisfactory spot. "You said you'd explain."

"So I did."

Danny waited.

"I did not say when," said Caretaker. He held up a hand before more than a snarl could form on Danny's face. "However, you could offer something in exchange for me telling you within the next five minutes."

"I don't want to give you anything more. I already filled my side of the bargain." Danny frowned. "Twice."

"Twice?"

"This was already in the contract, wasn't it?"

"Food served to me between my departure from and return to the human world must have any and all consequences of consumption explained, if I request it, to the best of your ability?" Caretaker quoted.

"How do you remember that?" Danny asked.

"It is a skill. But no, it is not in the agreement. Right now, it is only food in potential. I would not be forced to explain it to you until I served it, and then only if you asked."

"Okay, fine. Once, then."

"You didn't specify when," said Caretaker.

"I didn't think I needed to," Danny said, frustration building again.

"And with someone other than myself, such assumptions could seriously hurt or kill you."

Oh. Right.

Danny swallowed. There was…that was a lot to think about. Especially right now.

He shoved the idea to the side to deal with when he was home. Or never. Possibly never. Preferably, even.

"Okay, okay,” Danny said. “If I give you something, you have to tell me, starting when I give it to you."

"Acceptable."

Danny gave Caretaker his water cup.

Caretaker's countenance cracked into a grin. "The bread," he said, and stopped.

"What?" Danny asked, outraged.

"Has,"

"Wait," Danny said, eyes narrowed.

"Several," said Caretaker. His smile grew.

"You said 'within five minutes' when you were suggesting what I could give you to get the explanation now."

"Ingredients," said Caretaker, encouragingly.

"But I only said 'starting now,' didn't I?” Danny asked. ”I didn't put a time limit on the end."

"Which results in?"

"You're saying it super slow to mess with me."

"Several consequences."

Danny huffed, blowing some hair out of his face. "You want me to make another deal, right?"

"Wheat," agreed Caretaker.

Danny looked around the kitchen to the sound of Caretaker saying "brings," "an," "element," and "of." The fireplace was still lit, flames low and steady. The tables and counters were still mostly clean, the only mess from the previous ill-fated attempts at bread.

"The hearth," said Caretaker.

Danny went over to it, and knelt. So close, the warmth of the flame melted under his skin, chasing away the morning cool of the kitchen.

"Hospitality," said Caretaker.

The kettle was set to the side. It was heavy with water when Danny picked it up, weighing it in his hands and in his head.

"You would need to explain the tea, if you offered it and I asked," Danny said. "And, you want to give me the tea."

And tea was mostly water. Whatever consequences were in it, they'd probably be less than what was in the bread. Assuming the whole food…thing made sense.

Which it probably didn't.

"And companionship."

Danny ignored that. "I'm not going to promise to drink the tea. That would be dumb. But you're probably not going to let me just say you can make it."

Danny thought so, at least.

"Salt," and "intensifies" passed before he came to a conclusion. Caretaker could be trying to lead him down a path Danny didn't want. He probably was.

“Flame.”

Danny bit his lip. Trying to think of anything else was like trying to catch wind with his hands, though. Now that the idea of the tea was in his head, it was hard to think about other options.

“Purifies, refines, transmutes. Extracts.”

"What if I said I'd listen?" Danny asked.

Caretaker cocked his head, eyes glimmering with interest.

"And, um. If I had a problem with it, I'd tell you why?"

Caretaker tipped his head.

That was probably a yes.

"If you explain the consequences of eating the bread, and you do it at…" Danny frowned A normal pace? That could probably be misinterpreted.. "If you space your words like me, in this conversation…wait."

Caretaker waited.

"If you explain the likely consequences for me if I eat the specific loaf of bread that we're making, and you do it by timing your words like I'm doing now, and you start the explanation within a minute after I ask, then I'll listen to your explanation about the tea and explain to you what my problems are with it. If any exist."

Caretaker was silent. Expectant.

There was something Danny was missing.

"I won't refuse to drink it until after I've heard the explanation?"

"Finally," Caretaker said, shaking his head. Darn.

"I won't refuse to drink it before I've heard the explanation," said Danny.

"Yeast," Caretaker nodded, and held out a hand.

Danny shook it.

"Good job," Caretaker said. "There are still a few holes in that agreement, but it's much more tightly phrased."

Danny ignored the praise. "The explanation?" he asked.

The corners of Caretaker's eyes wrinkled in approval. "And good attention to detail. Very well, let me set the water on to boil, and I will explain."

The kettle was refilled, then hooked to hang over the fire. Caretaker gestured Danny over to a pair of chairs a little ways away, and when Danny sat he steepled his fingers.

"Bread," Caretaker said, "this bread, will reinforce the roles of host and guest between us, and the rules of hospitality."

"Didn't you say those were really complicated?"

Caretaker smiled. "They can be," he said. "It would be difficult indeed for you to fill the role of a guest correctly, without the required knowledge. But there are reasons for our traditions. It will help you to fulfill the correct actions for your role."

"Help?" asked Danny, trying to fill the word with the skepticism he felt.

"Yes, help."

"Define help."

"Very well done," Caretaker said, corners of his eyes wrinkling in pleasure again. "English is such a treacherous language. I could have hidden quite the trap within that word."

"But you didn't?" asked Danny.

"I did not. The help would be a nudge. You could ignore it, were it even strong enough to notice."

Danny frowned.

"There is another option," said Caretaker. "If we shared it, if we broke bread together, instead of me serving it to you, then it would build camaraderie between us."

"Which would…?"

"It would simply make our conversations less strained. I believe you have noticed the conflict."

Noticed? Danny had been fostering most of it.

Not that Caretaker didn't deserve it.

Danny was silent as he thought. He didn't really like either option. But if that was all they did, then they were what he'd asked for. Neither would bind him to Faerie.

"How long does it last?" asked Danny.

"It depends," said Caretaker, then at a sharp look from Danny, added, "but guest rights and responsibilities end when the guest departs. The bond of broken bread will linger longer, but even those who do so together for years will find its influence faded after only a decade or two."

Faded after a decade, but not gone. A decade or two.

Danny didn't want to feel companionship for Caretaker. He especially didn't want it to last.

"The host thing, then."

Caretaker raised a brow. "Are you sure?"

Danny paused. "Maybe?" he said.

The kettle chose then to begin whistling, and Caretaker stood. "Do not feel rushed to decide," he said. "You will be free to choose the one you prefer when we eat."

And with that, he attended to the tea.

"I was thinking we would garden while the bread rose," said Caretaker, still chipper. "The gardens are in disrepair, after all." With a fluid motion, he poured the tea into first one cup, and then the other.

"Sorry," said Danny. He even was, a little. He’d forgotten how Caretaker used to play with him when he was little and lost and scared.

Caretaker didn't respond. Instead, he set the teapot back down and turned away to fiddle with some herbs.

Danny wondered if Caretaker was pretending he hadn't heard. Was it a mistake to apologize to fae? He couldn't remember.

"Here," said Caretaker, and placed a sprig of…something on one of the saucers before pushing it in Danny's direction. The other two, he placed on his own saucer.

Danny pulled the tea closer and looked skeptically into his cup. The liquid inside tinted the inside with a warm brown, still transparent enough to see clear through to the bottom, and Danny was put in mind of the green tea they served at the Chinese place his parents would take them to as a celebration sometimes.

Gosh, he wanted egg rolls. Rice. Some orange chicken, or sweet and sour soup, or…

Danny swallowed. He really didn't need to think about food right now.

The tea was something he could focus on. So close to it, the vapor rising off the surface curled warm and thick under his nose. It was filled with a hodgepodge of aromas that combined into something herbal and sweet and tangy.

Danny opened his eyes again, and discovered that Caretaker was using the sprigs to stir his tea. The motion would have been fascinating to watch if it didn't evoke the image of the world's largest and most undesired spider doing the same.

"Why are you doing that?" Danny asked.

Caretaker looked up, the ghost of a smile still on his face. "Stirring my tea?" he asked.

"With the sticks, yeah."

"I didn't want to serve you the tea with them already infused," said Caretaker, as though that explained anything.

Danny felt irritation start to fizz under his skin again. "Fine," he said. "What does the tea do?"

"Oh," said Caretaker, and the smile melted away. "I had forgotten."

"You forgot what the tea does?"

"No! No, something else..." He trailed off. "I am able to tell you about the tea."

Danny wanted to ask what Caretaker had forgotten. How could it possibly be hard to remember Danny was out of his depth?

He didn't.

Instead, he turned the cup in its saucer as Caretaker explained.

"It should give you hope, and a little vitality–an infusion like this is weaker than the herb itself, but it also can extract some things better than others. The balance changes."

"Hope and vitality?" Danny asked.

"You are afraid. And you are tired. But, not much hope."

"Because it's an…infusion?"

"Among other reasons. Hope can be a heady thing indeed. I find I prefer a more moderate amount in my blends."

Danny leaned forward to take a deeper whiff, or perhaps a sip.

Caretaker's hand folded itself around his wrist, and Danny stopped.

"That is not everything."

"What else, then?" Danny asked. Confusion warred with revulsion in his head. He pulled his arm out of Caretaker's hand.

"The hope is given by snowdrops, the vitality by amaranth."

"And? Are they poisonous or something?" Danny didn't even know what those were.

"Not when properly prepared."

Danny did not want to be playing a game of 'poison or not.’ Unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to care.

"Are they properly prepared?"

"Yes," said Caretaker. He managed to look almost offended at the suggestion. "I would not violate guest right so lightly."

"Okaay."

"There is also coltsfoot."

"Um."

“It should not be poisonous in the quantity present.”

“Um.”

"Yes?"

"Shouldn't be poisonous?"

"Most medicines are poisons, too," said Caretaker. "In sufficient dosages. This one I thought you'd like."

"But I'm not sick," protested Danny.

"And yet you seek a remedy for your parents' predicament."

"That's different," said Danny.

"Is it?" Caretaker took a sip of tea, and closed his eyes. "Ah. Coltsfoot brings justice."

Danny frowned. "You said it was poisonous, though."

"In sufficient quantities."

"Why would that be poisonous?"

"Justice? Poisonous? I suspect you have little wish to discuss such philosophical questions when you are so poorly rested."

Danny didn't even want to discuss philosophy things when he was well rested. “I don’t see what that has to do with poison, though.”

“If you drink only a cup, it will not poison you.”

“What about two?”

Caretaker smiled. “Even the whole pot should not poison you. I drink this daily. It is one of my preferred teas.”

“And…it wouldn’t be more poisonous to me than you?”

“You’re smaller,” pointed out Caretaker. “That, among other things, would affect it. But I can see no reason it might harm you. If I could, I would not be serving it to you.”

Danny nodded. That…made sense. There was the contract.

Then he frowned, recounting. "So it’s…vitality, and hope, and justice?"

"And morning."

"Morning," said Danny. That was odd, but…it was morning, right then. It was probably some kind of fae breakfast tea thing. He was pretty sure Jazz had kept some kind of breakfast tea in the kitchen at one point.

"Yes," said Caretaker. He'd closed his eyes again as he took another sip. "Mostly morning, in fact."

"Okay," said Danny. "And what does that do to me?"

"It helps you morn. Encourages it. Waters it, like a vine."

"Which iiiissss…. It's not anything weird, is it?"

"Humans morn. Most humans morn."

"....Huh."

"And I have morned for a long time."

Danny made a polite little noise of comprehension, not sure how to tell Caretaker that he didn't think he was the best measure of normal.

"And that's all?" he asked.

"It should ease thirst, and perhaps wet your lips. And clothes, should you make a mess. And it will warm you where it touches you."

"It will?"

"It is warm." Caretaker indicated the steam still rising from Danny’s cup.

"Oh."

Danny contemplated the tea for a moment more. But it really didn't seem like there was anything terrible in it. And Caretaker was drinking it, so it couldn't be too poisonous. And of the things he'd listed, only the morning seemed odd.

Danny probably could just eat bread for his whole stay here, and drink water. But if he was going to eat bread, something like this was a lot less…substantial, probably. There was a lot less plant in it, at least. It might be a good way to figure out what eating the bread would be like, when he eventually did.

So.

Danny brought the cup to his lips, and it was bright and floral.

He took a sip, and another.

He set the cup back down, and thought, trying to feel at the hope, or the justice, or the–

There was a void in his chest. There was a void in the world, great and desolate and terrible. Danny brought a hand to his chest, only peripherally aware of the ragged gasps he was taking as he looked up at Caretaker through suddenly wet and stinging eyes.

Caretaker looked back, a faint and rueful smile on his face. His eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"As I said, it is mostly mourning," Caretaker said. "It is a stronger blend than most prefer. But one, I think, well suited to a funeral."

#danny phantom #jackdraw-spwrite #jackdaw-spwrite #danny phantom dp #clockwork dp #ectoberhaunt23 #funerary rites fae au

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I agree with your last post a lot I dont think death is something that should be seen as something that needs to be hidden away because its natural and I dont think it should be treated as taboo. But off screen deaths evoke a different emotion to on screen and you can have a character die violently on screen but if its just for shock value I think thats pretty unfair to your character like you go through all the effort to develop them and make people love/hate them only to kill them off in such a shocking way that their death scene is basically all anyones gonna remember of them.😅

Death scenes are usually pretty major aspects to a character or story so there should be a lot of thought put into them about how thats gonna effect the story and I think Clever's is handled really well because its emotional and does a lot for the story and also for multiple characters(mostly Clever herself, Hope, and Jasper) but when I think about Clever I do still think of other aspects of her story too. Death scenes are surprisingly pretty tricky to write well so great job pulling it off with her!

Yeah, exactly. Like a death can still be violent and noble, which we implied a little by the way Clever took some lumps that caused her to realise the situation was dire and telling Hope to get outta there.

Like I said, if there's a reasoning behind it outside of it being shock value, then cool. The Animals of Farthing Wood featured some pretty intense scenes which included characters either getting killed horribly or visibly dead and the main reasoning behind that is that nature is cruel. But even with that reasoning (which people use as a gotcha when it comes to people being upset by animals dying in the wild), the deaths don't feel dismissive or overblown. Bold's death was extremely heart-wrenching for me despite us seeing him deteriorate over the cause of a whole book or half a show's season because the goal of his character arc was to showcase how brutal a fox's life can be and to nail down one grim factor: 70% of wild foxes in the UK do not reach their first birthday. It also helps with you realise that Colin Dann was a wildlife photographer before he began writing books, so you know he also saw the cruel side of nature alongside the beauty of it. - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff

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The fact that Bettina loves reminding Goethe of Schiller (and we get some of the most touching testimonies of Goethe’s mourning-work from her) is intriguing but also, so fucking funny.

Here’s Bettina to Goethe in 1807:

Weißt Du, was Du mir gesagt hast, wie wir uns zum erstenmal sahen? – Ich will Dir's hier zum Denkstein hinsetzen Deines innersten Gewissens, Du sagtest: »Ich denke jetzt an Schiller«, indem sahst Du mich an und seufztest tief, da sprach ich drein und wollte Dir sagen, wie ich ihm nicht anhinge, Du sagtest abermals: »Ich wollte, er wär' jetzt hier. – Sie würden anders fühlen, kein Mensch konnte seiner Güte widerstehen, wenn man ihn nicht so reich achtet und so ergiebig, so war's, weil sein Geist einströmte in alles Leben seiner Zeit, und weil jeder durch ihn genährt und gepflegt war und seine Mängel ergänzt. So war er andern, so war er mir des meisten, und sein Verlust wird sich nicht ersetzen.« Damals schrieb ich Deine Worte auf, nicht um sie als merkwürdiges Urteil von Dir andern mitzuteilen; – nein, sondern weil ich mich beschämt fühlte. Diese Worte haben mir wohlgetan, sie haben mich belehrt, und oft, wenn ich im Begriff war, über einen den Stab zu brechen, so fiel mir's ein, wie Du damals in Deiner milden Gerechtigkeit den Stab über meinen Aberwitz gebrochen. Ich mußte in aufgeregter Eifersucht doch anerkennen, ich sei nichts. »Man berührt nichts umsonst«, sagtest Du, »diese langjährige Verbindung, dieser ernste tiefe Verkehr, der ist ein Teil meiner selbst geworden; und wenn ich jetzt ins Theater komme und seh' nach seinem Platz, und muß es glauben, daß er in dieser Welt nicht mehr da ist, daß diese Augen mich nicht mehr suchen, dann verdrießt mich das Leben, und ich möchte auch lieber nicht mehr da sein.«

The last scene is so touching and I might take it as real (with Bettina you’d never know), it’s giving hardcore Haemon dying with Antigone, it’s giving our grave shall be our wedding bed, and I love it. “Woe is me as his eyes seek me no longer.” Bloody hell. That hits too hard.

And then the way she framed it, it’s giving “loving S is the telos of G” (which, of course, according to Bettina, is a necessary step before Goethe&Bettina could become an item), but still, “memorial stone of your innermost conscience”??

This gets even better because in 1810 she wrote this:

Z... [Zelter]hat Dein Bild überkommen und hat es wider ein graubraunes Konterfei gestützt; ich seh' in die Welt, und in diesem tausendfältigen Narrenspiegel seh' ich häufig Dein Bild, das von Narren geliebkost wird. Du kannst doch wohl denken, daß dies mir nicht erfreulich ist. Du und Schiller, Ihr wart Freunde, und Eure Freundschaft hatte eine Basis im Geisterreich; aber Goethe, diese nachkömmlichen Bündnisse, die gemahnen mich grad' wie die Trauerschleppe einer erhabenen vergangenen Zeit, die durch allen Schmutz des gemeinen Lebens nachschleppt.

In context, I take it as, “how dare you replace Schiller with these unworthy fools”—of course, also in context, Bettina was probably suggesting only she would be worthy to be Goethe’s Schiller substitute. But still. I would in good conscience translate this as: how dare you be OOC to yourself by not loving Schiller—CANON WHAT CANON CANON IS OOC. So yes, in one sense I might even call Bettina the OG Schoethe shipper, of course in a very qualified sense, but when she does it, she does it with vehemence.

#schoethe #conspiracy theory: Bettina as OG Schoethe shipper #Bettina von Arnim #goethe #friedrich schiller

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what kpop groups do you like? I've been dying from curiosity so I thought I should finally just ask 😭

Haha im guessing the next question will be abput whos my favroite in every group so ill include that too<3

My number one group of all time is The Boyz! I've been a fan since 2018♡ My favorite is New!!

Kingdom, where my favorite is either Mujin, Dann, Louis or Arthur! Can't fucking decide they're awesome

TripleS, my favorite (for the moment, they add members all the time) is Jiwoo!!

Dreamcatcher (liked them since 2018 :<♡) my favorite is Siyeon<3

Noir (since 2019♡) where my favorite is Seunghoon. We don't support Yunsung after what he did, okay?

And I really like AleXa, shes my favorite kpop soloist!

I really like the jpop group super☆dragon as well. I know they're not kpop but since they're the only jpop group I like I'll throw them in here too. My favorite in that group is either Koki or Jean<3

#bluetalk<3

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kathastrophen · 7 months

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Kathi's Fic Recs

@thotstochter wollte beim ask game wissen, welche Fics ich immer wieder lese. Für eine Antwort hab ich in meine 250+ Bookmarks bei AO3 geschaut und dann ist es etwas eskaliert, deswegen hier eine (unvollständige) Fic Rec Liste. (Viel M und E rated Zeug, lest bitte die tags und Warnungen auf AO3)

Tatort

Draußen ist kein Wald mehr.

Solitude

Der Morgen kommt

Wir sehen uns am Anfang wieder

Es kommt zurück

Schwerelos

Polizeiruf 110

Wie man da wieder rauskommt und wo man dann hinkommen kann (series)

Das Kleid

Mit Schweigen sich niemand verrät

Blind ermittelt

now it's time to leave your capsule if you dare

you make space for me to belong

The Terror

check the cupboard for your daddy's gun

Lebe Liebe Lache

I can only sing this song to someone who understands it

another new world (series)

True Detective

Satan, settle down

Feedback Loop

Bound to Begin

into his hands

where the dead stay dying

Die Drei Fragezeigen

Interludes (serie)

#fic recs #fanfiction #ich hab bestimmt so einiges vergessen

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luedlclell · 7 months

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Hier der angeteaserte Bias: im Universum gleicht sich alles aus

1913 in Monte Carlo 20 mal schwarz bei der Roulette, alle haben dann immer wieder auf rot getippt, “irgendwann MUSS es sich doch verändern” ohne gesunden Menschenverstand zu beachten, dass vllt das Spiel gefälscht ist…

“People believe in the balancing force of the universe. This is the gambler’s fallacy. However, with independent events there is no harmonising force at work: a ball cannot remember how many times it has landed on black”

Joke of a mathematician, scared of dying by a bomb attack on a plane. So on every flight he takes a bomb with him “the probability of having a bomb on the plane is very low” he reasons “ and the probability of having two bombs in the same plane is virtually zero!”

So take a closer look at the independent and interdependent events around you. Purely independent events really only exist at the casino/lottery/theory. In real life/financial markets/business/weather/health - events are often interrelated. What has already happened has an influence on what will happen.

TAG299

Aus Rolf Dobellis Kunst des Klaren Denkens :)

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apfelhalm · 1 year

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Ich habe 12.754 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 7.411 more posts als 2021!

366 Einträge erstellt (3%)

12.388 Einträge gerebloggt (97%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@dream-about-dancing

@mutantenfisch

@squishysoulmate

@free-piza

@diersten

Ich habe 11.796 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

Nur 8% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags

#tatort – 1.089 Einträge

#spoilers – 494 Einträge

#top gun maverick – 468 Einträge

#cobra kai – 427 Einträge

#art – 360 Einträge

#tess is rambling – 258 Einträge

#sandman – 225 Einträge

#cute animals – 224 Einträge

#jjba – 201 Einträge

#polizeiruf 110 – 188 Einträge

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#still dying on the inside when i think of that person at comic con that asked john barrowman about a detail she wanted to use for her barrow

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

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97 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. August 2022

“Und bei dem Brand in der Garage, da hat Adam es das erste Mal versucht, da war er fast noch ein Kind. Aber es hat nicht geklappt. Hat den Alten nur ins Koma gebracht.”

100 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. August 2022

OK, aber wo ist mein Undercover!AU, in dem Leo und Adam sich zum ersten Mal bei einer Mission wiedersehen? Leo ist undercover und Adam ist undercover und die beiden erkennen sich einfach sofort wieder.

Adam weiß, dass Leo ein Bulle ist, nicht nur, weil sie früher mal über seine Pläne geredet haben, sondern weil man den Bullen an Leo fünf Kilometer gegen den Wind riecht. Leo weiß allerdings nicht, dass Adam ein Bulle ist, und ist ein bisschen geschockt und enttäuscht, dass Adam jetzt als Schläger/Handlanger für eine Drogenbande arbeitet. Adam weiß nicht, ob er lachen oder empört sein soll, aber weil er Angst hat, dass Leo seine Deckung sonst auffliegen lässt, spielt er eben mit. Is ja schließlich sein Job. (Und leider ist er ziemlich gut darin, einen mürrischen Schläger zu spielen.)

Und dann gibt's ein schreckliches Hin und Her, in dem Adam versucht, Leos Tarnung zu schützen, während Leo versucht, Adam wieder auf die richtige Bahn zu bringen ("Ich kann da bestimmt ein gutes Wort für dich einlegen"). Und wenn's nach mir ginge, gibt's auch noch ein bisschen Fake Relationship, weil sie einmal fast auffliegen und Adam die Situation nur noch retten kann, indem er Leo küsst und so tut, als wären sie gerade ordentlich dabei zu fummeln.

Am Ende können sie die Bande zwar hochnehmen, aber es wird hochgradig Awkward(TM) zwischen beiden, als klar ist, dass Adam die ganze Zeit auch ein Bulle war. Leo ist sauer, weil Adam ihm nicht gleich die Wahrheit gesagt hat (und schämt sich, weil er es so einfach geglaubt hat) und Adam ist, nun ja, doch irgendwie verletzt, dass Leo das so easy hingenommen und nicht mal hinterfragt hat. Hinzu kommen noch die Gefühle, die beim Fake-Knutschen hochgekommen sind, und volà, perfektes Drama.

102 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Februar 2022

Das Herz der Schlange // The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel

@neverland-in-space meintest du das?

110 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. August 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

am I the only one who thinks it's kinda sad that so many fandoms are retreating into their own discord servers? like, I get that it's nice to have an exclusive place to talk to likeminded people and where you can post stuff without fear of idiots latching onto it, but ... exclusive means also others get shut out. some people don't have the nerve or time for discord. and if I'm new to a fandom and don't have any other people to contact, the tags are the first thing I'll get to see and ... most of them are just full with AO3 links, which (no offence) I could just go to AO3 for, a few pics, some personal posts ... and that's it. there's hardly anthing in the tags anymore, while a lot of stuff gets discussed and posted in discord.

771 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. September 2022

Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #since everyone's doing it

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The One (2)

For the Phic Phight prompts: Soulmate Au where after your soulmate dies, you can only see in black and white. As in you see normal colors until they die and then only in black and white for the rest of your life, so you only ever know if you had a soulmate once it's too late. Except Character A's (up to you who you want it to be) soulmate is Danny. While Danny is in Phantom form, character A's vision is in black and white, but returns to normal color when Danny is Fenton. Character A is going crazy trying to find their soulmate who keeps dying and getting resurrected. (from @ghostboidanny) and Wes is the first one to find out Danny's secret. No One Knows AU. (from @murphy-kitt)

Chapter 2: Bathed in Green Light

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[Warning for death mentions and graphic descriptions of pain (the portal accident)]

This was by far the worst moment of Danny's life.

He'd been stupid to hang around in his parents lab. Stupid to go into the portal. Stupid to touch anything. He'd never thought a decision made out of boredom, made because he was lonely and had nothing to do with both of his friends busy for the day, would have such disastrous consequences. He hadn't expected that thoughtlessly putting his hand against the wall in the dark hole which was supposed to be a ghost portal, would result in the worst moment of Danny's entire life... and quite possibly the last.

He could feel the electricity coursing through his veins, pumping millions of volts under his skin. His bones were being fried into brittle black powder. His blood evaporated in his arteries. His eyes practically popped right out of his skull, his organs melted. Then a shock of something ice-cold soaking him through, shredding him to pieces on jagged fractals.

It felt as if he was being torn apart molecule by molecule.

Toxic, radioactive green flooded in.

For what felt like forever, it dominated all of his senses. No scent, no sound, no taste. He could feel nothing and see nothing, except for that horrible, headache-inducing green.

He blacked out.

When he came to, he was on the floor of his parents' lab. Miraculously, he felt fine, until he tried to get to his feet, and realized he didn't have any. He floated up, so freaked out he wasn't even breathing and yet, he also wasn't running out of breath.

A glance in the nearest reflective surface showed him a very different sight than he was familiar with. His once-black hair was snow white, and his eyes that same, sickening green that had been his whole world for an instant and an eternity at once. His white Fenton jumpsuit had turned black, his skin was a pallid gray.

He'd changed, somehow.

The portal had changed him.

It had twisted, and altered, and rearranged his atoms until he wasn't human anymore.

All Danny's life, he'd heard his parents ranting and raving about ghosts, but he hadn't believed a word of it since he was six years old. Never in a million years could he have imagined that he would become one.

Alone in his parents' basement lab at fourteen years old, Danny Fenton had died.

A few minutes later, while he was still freaking out about being a ghost, the door at the top of the stairs slammed open, and in an instant of unparalleled fear, something incredible happened. A white glow passed over Danny, a bubbling, fizzing line of light against his body like a layer of skin was dissolving right off of him, and he dropped to the ground, looking just as human as he'd ever been.

"Dann-o, are you down here?" his father's booming voice asked. "Jazz said she heard screaming?"

"Yeah I... I was just looking at the portal," he said. "It shocked me when it turned on, but I'm okay now." His father's heavy footsteps stopped halfway down the stairs.

"It turned on?" he repeated, then he thundered gleefully down the rest of the way to see, like a kid on Christmas morning. "How? What happened?"

"Oh, I don't know," Danny lied, rubbing his left arm awkwardly. His left had been the hand against the wall, and he could still feel the phantom stings of electricity buzzing under his skin. "Maybe it just needed some time to warm up?"

"Maddie!" Jack bellowed upstairs. His voice no doubt carrying easily into the house, and probably all the way down the street as well. "The Fenton Portal is working!"

It was mere seconds before the clattering of his mother's boots could be heard clamoring down the basement stairs as well. "What do you mean it's working?" she demanded, though she was clearly thrilled to hear it. "How can it be working?"

"Danny here says it just needed some time to warm up!" Jack said, clapping his son on the back. The contact set Danny's raw nerves on fire, but he was quick to mask his pained grimace with a forced grin. "Says it gave him a shock when it turned on though. You're not hurt, are you, Danny boy?"

"Uh... no," Danny said, though it was the biggest lie he'd ever told. As soon as he'd turned human again, the pain came back, muted and faraway, but still there, and agonizing when anything when anything touched him. "No, I'm fine. Just some bad static, I think."

"Are you sure?" his mother asked with a sympathetic frown, but he nodded, fake smile still plastered on his face. "Well, if it's not serious...."

"It's not," Danny assured her promptly. "I'm just excited that the portal works now, I'm happy for you. But uh, I'm gonna, you know, go upstairs and leave you two to your work, cool? Cool." He started out of the basement, feeling with every step as though he was walking barefoot on shattered glass and gritting his teeth to keep from wincing as he ascended the stairs.

"I don't understand," he heard Maddie say behind him. "The prototype activated right away... I mean, it didn't function as intended, but it activated."

"Well, this one's bigger!" Jack responded, as though that explained everything.

Danny didn't hear anything more as he kept going until he reached his room on the second floor, where he lied down on his bed and tried not to move at all until the pain slowly but surely started to ebb away. When it had subsided enough for him to think, Danny considered what he should do.

Honestly, he didn't have the slightest idea. He didn't even really know what had happened to him. One second he was a ghost, and the next, human again. If he could switch back and forth, he had no idea how to do it, and if he was really dead and just somehow disguised himself as a human, he wasn't about to tell him parents that; they'd have a breakdown. And Jazz... Jazz was always going on about how it was her job as the older sibling to protect him. How would she feel if she found out about this? Not good. That much was certain.

And what about Sam and Tucker? He should tell them, at the very least, shouldn't he? Although... on second thought, maybe not. Tucker was always saying how dangerous their lab was and would never let Danny hear the end of it if he found out about the accident, and Sam, goth though she may be, got squeamish about death when it was more than just a word in her poetry. She didn't even eat meat. If she found out Danny had sort of died, she'd have a conniption.

For now, it was best to keep it a secret, at least until he figured out how to break it to them gently.

He was so not looking forward to school tomorrow. Maybe he could fake sick or ask his parents for the day off as a reward, since he was the one who got the portal working and all.

In the end, his parents were so busy running tests on their newly functioning portal that Danny didn't even need to make an excuse. He just stayed in bed, in the pajamas he'd eventually recovered enough to change into, and they never noticed that he cut school at all. If the school called them, they'd probably even ignore it in lieu of sample collecting and data checking.

At around 3:20 in the afternoon, Danny felt a chill and his breath misted in front of him as if the temperature had suddenly dropped a good thirty degrees. Something green and glowing flew up through the floor into Danny's room. Danny knew that color all too well, though it was weird to see it on an octopus, far, far away from any place an octopus would logically be. It flew at Danny, and he threw his hands up defensively, squeezing his eyes shut.

When he opened them, he saw white gloves in front of his face, and a translucent green barrier between him and the ghost.

There was no time to think as he wrestled with the octopus in his bedroom, so he let instinct takeover. Green light shot out of his fingertips, making the octopus recoil. He grabbed the creature and dragged them both through the floor and through the floor again. He stunned the thing by zapping it with electricity and tossed it through the ghost portal and then... Danny decided instincts were a terrifying thing.

His parents backs had been turned to the whole time while they examined some kind of samples. They hadn't seen a thing. Danny flew back up through the ceiling, back to his room, closed his eyes, and willed himself to become human again. It wasn't until he felt his heart start to beat rapidly in his chest that he realized it had worked and he sighed with relief.

Crawling back into bed, he wrapped himself up in his blankets, and tried to magically erase everything that had happened the previous day the same way he'd transformed mere moments ago. Unfortunately, his will alone wasn't strong enough to do that, and it didn't work the second time.

#phic phight #phic phight 2023 #fic #The One #dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #angst #no one knows au #Jack fenton #maddie fenton #things i wrote

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so we’ve seen a victorious king (Arthur), arrogant/defiant king (Chiwoo), evil king (Ivan), tragic king (Dann), and now we’re onto...the party king. NO LOL actually feels like he’s bordering on like...a gluttonous king, or invincible, or thinks he’s invincible.

if anyone knows vocaloids, the vibe I got from the very beginning was that song Duke of Venomania, which is about a duke who used to have nothing, then is granted a gift that allows him to have anything he wants (and he uses it to charm the ladies) but then he’s tricked, he’s stabbed, and as he’s dying the charms wears off and everyone leaves him to die alone.

and idk, this era just gives me that vibe bc we’re seeing so much luxury, I mean Louis has it all going on, and it’s so weird to me bc in the past the kings have been...like they’re busy doing king stuff, or saving their kingdoms, or destroying things to get what they want, and from these teasers it’s clear that Louis is living it up, he’s not afraid, he seems to have everything ahead of him and everything he wants. He’s having parties, surrounded by people more than just his king buddies (which is interesting bc in the first teaser the grounds were completely empty, everything was quiet and eerie. Quite the change we’re seeing)

but there’s gotta be a catch in there. I think we’re going to see him at the height of his power, but I think we’re going to see him lose everything, too. Being around for a long time can make a person complacent, if he is a vampire and has been around for a long time, anyway. Other than the first two teasers, we haven’t gotten much indication of what this vampiric curse has to do with Louis, or anymore insight into it at all. Like I said, there is a TON of weird stuff going on in Louis’ kingdom that makes me think we can’t trust everything we see, but I’m a little disappointed we haven’t seen much blood LOL

Anyway. idk where I’m going with this, I like to write out my thoughts as they come, but hm. This feels like it’s gonna be such a different era and I’m so here for it, I just can’t wait to find out more.

In the mean time...Ivan may have given us a hint in Black Crown - Kings Never Die. What if all the kings are actually immortal and we’re just seeing it in Louis’ chapter more purposefully played out???

Kinda interesting <3 Long live the kings <3

#my brain is like boing boing boing #what topic now?? what topic here???#LOL #hok theory #hopey chats #idk if this is theorizing at all tbh

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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2023/01/21 Después pasamos a saludar a un primo que tiene un bar y dos soldados británicos nos rindieron honores al pasar al lado de ellos.

We then went to say hello to a cousin who owns a bar and two British soldiers honored us as we passed them.

Google translation into Italian: Poi siamo andati a salutare un cugino proprietario di un bar e due soldati britannici ci hanno onorato al nostro passaggio.

Google Translation into French: Nous sommes ensuite allés dire bonjour à un cousin qui tient un bar et deux soldats britanniques nous ont honorés au passage.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Fomos então cumprimentar um primo que tem um bar e dois soldados ingleses nos prestigiaram no caminho.

Google Translation into Arabic: ثم ذهبنا لنلقي التحية على ابن عم يدير حانة وقام جنديان بريطانيان بتكريمنا في الطريق.

Google Translation into German: Wir gingen dann zu einem Cousin, der eine Bar betreibt, um Hallo zu sagen, und zwei britische Soldaten ehrten uns auf dem Weg.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Më pas shkuam për t'i përshëndetur një kushëriri që drejton një lokal dhe dy ushtarë britanikë na nderuan gjatë rrugës.

Google Translation into Armenian: Հետո մենք գնացինք բարևելու զարմիկին, ով բար է վարում, և երկու բրիտանացի զինվորներ մեզ պատվեցին ճանապարհին:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: След това отидохме да се поздравим с братовчед, който държи бар и двама британски войници ни почетоха по пътя.

Google Translation into Czech: Pak jsme se šli pozdravit s bratrancem, který provozuje bar, a cestou nás poctili dva britští vojáci.

Google Translation into Croatian: Zatim smo otišli pozdraviti rođaka koji drži bar, a usput su nas počastila dva britanska vojnika.

Google Translation into Slovak: Potom sme sa išli pozdraviť s bratrancom, ktorý vedie bar, a cestou nás poctili dvaja britskí vojaci.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Nato smo se šli pozdravit k bratrancu, ki vodi bar in dva britanska vojaka sta nas počastila na poti.

Google Translation into Estonian: Läksime siis tere ütlema nõbule, kes peab baari ja kaks Briti sõdurit austasid meid teel.

Google Translation into Suomi: Sitten menimme tervehtimään serkkua, joka pitää baaria, ja kaksi brittisotilasta kunnioitti meitä matkan varrella.

Google Translation into Greek: Στη συνέχεια πήγαμε να πούμε ένα γεια σε έναν ξάδερφό μας που διευθύνει ένα μπαρ και δύο Βρετανοί στρατιώτες μας τίμησαν στην πορεία.

Google Translation into Dutch: We gingen toen hallo zeggen tegen een neef die een bar runt en twee Britse soldaten eerden ons onderweg.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Vi dro deretter for å hilse på en fetter som driver en bar og to britiske soldater hedret oss underveis.

Google Translation into Polish: Następnie poszliśmy przywitać się z kuzynem, który prowadzi bar, a po drodze zaszczyciło nas dwóch brytyjskich żołnierzy.

Google Translation into Romanian: Am mers apoi să salutăm un văr care conduce un bar și doi soldați britanici ne-au onorat pe parcurs.

Google Translation into Russian: Затем мы пошли поздороваться с двоюродным братом, который держит бар, и два британских солдата почтили нас по пути.

Google Translation into Serbian: Затим смо отишли да се поздравимо са рођаком који води бар и два британска војника су нас успут почастила.

Google Translation into Swedish: Vi gick sedan för att säga hej till en kusin som driver en bar och två brittiska soldater hedrade oss på vägen.

Google Translation into Turkish: Daha sonra bar işleten kuzenimize merhaba demeye gittik ve yol boyunca iki İngiliz askeri bizi onurlandırdı.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Тоді ми поїхали сказати привіт до двоюрідного брата хто бігає брусок та два британські солдати шанували нас по дорозі.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমরা তখন এক চাচাতো ভাইকে হ্যালো বলতে গিয়েছিলাম যিনি একটি বার চালান এবং দুইজন ব্রিটিশ সৈন্য পথে আমাদের সম্মান জানায়।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 然后我们去和一个经营酒吧的堂兄打招呼，一路上有两个英国士兵向我们表示敬意。

Google Translation into Traditional Chinese: 然後我們去和一個經營酒吧的堂兄打招呼，一路上有兩個英國士兵向我們表示敬意。

Google Translation into Korean: 우리는 그 다음 바를 운영하는 사촌에게 인사하러 갔고 두 명의 영국 군인이 길을 따�� 우리를 존경했습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: אחר כך הלכנו להגיד שלום לבן דוד שמנהל בר ושני חיילים בריטים כיבדו אותנו בדרך.

Google Translation into Hindi: फिर हम एक बार चलाने वाले एक चचेरे भाई को नमस्ते कहने गए और रास्ते में दो ब्रिटिश सैनिकों ने हमारा सम्मान किया।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Kami kemudian pergi untuk menyapa sepupu yang mengelola bar dan dua tentara Inggris menghormati kami di sepanjang jalan.

Google Translation into Japanese: その後、バーを経営しているいとこに挨拶に行き、途中で 2 人のイギリス兵に敬意を表しました。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Андан кийин биз барды иштеткен аталаш агабызга салам айтууга бардык жана жолдо эки британиялык жоокер бизди сыйлады.

Google Translation into Malay: Kami kemudian pergi bertanya khabar kepada sepupu yang mengendalikan bar dan dua askar British memberi penghormatan kepada kami di sepanjang jalan.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਫਿਰ ਅਸੀਂ ਇੱਕ ਚਚੇਰੇ ਭਰਾ ਨੂੰ ਹੈਲੋ ਕਹਿਣ ਲਈ ਗਏ ਜੋ ਇੱਕ ਬਾਰ ਚਲਾਉਂਦਾ ਹੈ ਅਤੇ ਦੋ ਬ੍ਰਿਟਿਸ਼ ਸਿਪਾਹੀਆਂ ਨੇ ਰਸਤੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਸਾਡਾ ਸਨਮਾਨ ਕੀਤਾ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: موږ بیا یو د تره زوی ته چې یو بار چلوي سلام ووایو او په لاره کې دوه برتانوي سرتیرو زموږ ویاړ وکړ.

Google Translation into Persian: سپس رفتیم تا به پسر عموی خود که یک بار را اداره می کند سلام کنیم و دو سرباز انگلیسی در طول راه از ما تقدیر کردند.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Pagkatapos ay pinuntahan namin ang isang pinsan na nagpapatakbo ng isang bar at pinarangalan kami ng dalawang sundalong British sa daan.

Google Translation into Thai: จากนั้นเราก็ไปทักทายลูกพี่ลูกน้องที่ทำธุรกิจบาร์ และทหารอังกฤษ 2 นายก็ให้เกียรติเราตลอดทา��

Google Translation into Urdu: اس کے بعد ہم ایک کزن کو ہیلو کہنے گئے جو ایک بار چلاتا ہے اور راستے میں دو برطانوی فوجیوں نے ہماری عزت کی۔

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