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ectoplasmic-entity · 8 months

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I think there’s potential chemistry between Dan and Fright Knight.

Remember this post?

We don’t know much about how they know each other or how they met. The most we get in TUE is Fright referring to Dan as “master”. In spite of the little info we get, I can reference to Fright giving his services to the most powerful ghost in the Ghost Zone. Previously it was Pariah Dark, but in the alternate timeline it’s Dan since Pariah at that point is still sealed in the Sarcophagus.

So that leaves how did they meet? And why does Fright Knight specifically only work with ghosts who have the most power?

They probably didn’t meet right away. Fright would’ve been sealed away in the crumbling ruins of Pariah’s Keep.

Considering just how powerful Dan is, chances are Fright probably sensed that power even from such a considerable distance. Even if not physically present, he still probably felt that immense power reverberating through the Zone.

Immense, overwhelming, hungry. It seeps deep into Fright, an addicting, acidic taste. He relished in it.

More under the cut because I spent far longer than I should have writing this _(-ω-`_)

As curious as he may be, he doesn’t know who or what this power is. Unless his sword is removed and he’s freed from his prison, all Fright can do is sit and bide his time. He does however, have a continuous feed of the power surges.

Dan probably didn’t consider Fright Knight at first. Maybe nearly forgot that the ghostly knight was sealed away. He doesn’t need another obstacle in his way. Oh, it’d be fun for sure, but Dan does tire quickly of the same enemies over and over again.

The frequency of his attacks has slowed down. Dan’s becoming aimless and restless. Both humans and ghosts fear him. He can’t possibly gain any more than that.

Dan is bored.

Admittedly, he occasionally wonders about having someone just…not fight him for a change. Or at least not try to destroy him on a daily basis, Dan didn’t want himself going slack.

The thought does eat at him. Who’d want someone like him? Not likely very many, Dan would bet.

He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t help feel a small pang of…loneliness. Dan had grown pretty used to it. It still didn’t erase the fact that he felt it.

It wasn’t like he needed someone. Just…someone to be there.

Dan shook it off. He was going to drive himself insane going around in circles. He didn’t need anything, to be held back. Dan was very much capable on his own.

Since Dan was getting tired of the same faces showing up over and over again, even when he beat them and made sure they knew it. He goes out to seek out potential new opponents who could actually keep Dan on his toes.

There’s no one in specific. He wanders far and wide across the Ghost Zone. Ghosts of all kinds veer away from Dan, fearing retaliation if they came across him. Deeper and deeper in the never-ending depths. Ghostly doors and isles so lonely that they may as well be calling out.

Ancient, ruined rocky ruins of ghost lairs long past. Hardly interesting, but Dan does feel a pull. Something in his gut that says keep going. The haunting lull of an old isle he was aware of, though very few ghosts ever visited it. Not really a “call” per say, Dan just had that deep gut feeling that he’d find something waiting for him there.

Battle scarred and scorched rocks and ruins greet him. The remnants of a massive fortress sit atop a huge chunk of rock. Just barely large enough to hold it all up. An ominous sensation came over Dan as he approached it, he barely even blinks at it.

Dan gets excited, though he doesn’t understand why.

Past the blown apart gates and into the halls of Pariah’s Keep. It is undeniably empty, barely any amounts of ecto energy flowed through here. The creaks and groans of the old foundations spelled danger. Dan supposed he should be quick about it lest he gets interrupted by something inane.

The tall, foreboding walls loom over him as he approached the main room. Dan can feel the impressions of a time long past. An elaborate and ghostly throne room in disarray. Cracks, debris, craters and scorch marks told Dan all he needed to know.

Barely minding attention to the large sarcophagus that rested at the top of a winding stairway, an eerie purple aura lured Dan away. It was barely noticeable and a faint hum emitted from it. It seemed familiar, the way it reached out to him.

Far off to the side in the shadows. Innocuous and so close by yet out of sight, easily missed.

The purple aura unveiled itself in the form of an eerie Jack-o-Lantern. Its wide, demented expression stared right through Dan. A wariness came over him in the form of a tingle down his body, which Dan was admittedly impressed by.

Curiously, a large, sharp green sword is impaled through the fruit. Dan could barely stand looking at it. The blade seemed to sing out to him, whispered of secrets and fears untold. The metal rang dangerously in Dan’s ears.

Curious indeed as to why the blade was struck through the pumpkin.

What if Dan removed the sword?

After all the world had tried to throw at him, there couldn’t possibly be something any worse than that. Dan…wasn’t that young anymore, his very being was hardened and refined to a point it seemed inhuman.

Hands loosely held the hilt at first, then reflexively tighten. With very little effort, the sword is pulled free. A wave of ominous, overwhelming spectral energy surged out. Dan skidded back a bit, his boots dug into the ground. He retained balance and fought against the unnatural gust of wind.

As soon as it started up, it suddenly fettered out. Only a faint whoosh indicated it ever even happened. The sword felt heavy in his hands, his strength wavered ever so slightly. It seemed as though the blade didn’t want him holding it.

Too true when Dan sensed a presence behind him. He swiftly swung the sword and with a loud clang, he skidded back in the other direction. The sword vibrated in intensity in his hands.

Dan marvels at the sight before him.

True to the name, the dark and fiery visage of Fright Knight stood over Dan. If only because the sword was getting heavier the longer Dan held it. The two green voids that were Fright’s eyes glared down at him.

“The sword, give it to me.” Fright beckoned with a hand.

Dan shot a fanged grin at his newest, potential adversary.

“You want it so bad? Come and get it!”

They’d fight, play a game of cat and mouse. They barely noticed they were equal on the power scale. Hardly distracted by the commotion they stirred up around themselves, too focused on each other.

Even though Dan isn’t all that experienced with swords, he does notice that Fright Knight went out of his way to avoid touching the blade itself. Twisting, parrying, maneuvering. Yet so persistent on getting it back.

Dan gets an idea. He was known for many things, if it had to be just one, it was that he was mischievous. Not just mischievous, a specific, malignant brand of mischief.

I headcanon that ghosts have ecto energy ‘flares’, or a ghostly ‘aura’. It’s mostly passive, but flares out with strong emotions. To display dominance for example, to show that they’re strong and not to be messed with.

Dan most definitely uses this to his advantage. He is a domineering ghost, depending on the context.

He flares his powerful aura at one point, invisible and heavyset to anyone in the closest vicinity to it. Loose objects clattered around him, a breeze blew through Dan’s cape. His eyes became a deeper, glowing red.

Fright Knight felt it. He stalled, amazed at the burst of energy. Lively and addicting, perhaps inviting. He very clearly underestimated this ghost, he had not relished in such an energy surge since Pariah Dark’s brief reawakening long ago.

Unfortunately, Fright stalled long enough for his opponent to get the upper hand on him. Fright is momentarily startled by a blade that impaled itself into the wall, right next to his head. He craned his head to meet the deep, eerie red eyes of his adversary.

“You felt that, didn’t you?” Dan asked him with a smug grin.

Fright remained silent, deep in thought.

Now that the situation was quiet for the moment, Dan decided to study the ghostly knight. He was still undecided whether to continue treating him as a foe, or branch out to him as a potential ally. Though unrelated, Dan did see that Fright Knight was a similar physique to him. The knight’s mysterious features hidden within a helmet. Dan was intrigued, and he wanted to know more.

“Not bad at all,” Dan said, gesturing at Fright. “Looks like you were holding back though.”

He slowly pulled the sword away, the wall crumbled with age and damage. Scarred and never forgetful.

“What would happen if I were to drive the sword through you?” Dan’s grin upturns into a malicious smile. “Want to test it out?”

Rather than verbally respond, Fright gestures one hand.

The sword violently shook in Dan’s grip. It glowed faintly before it ripped itself out of his hand and back to its rightful place. At Fright Knight’s side.

Dan didn’t react. Instead, he was more interested than he was before. Oh, he was a bit irked that he lost the sword so easily. But it could be forgiven, if Fright gave him a good enough reason.

“We needn’t joust,” Fright stated neutrally, his eyes warily fixated on the Phantom before him. “You’re powerful.”

“Oh, liked that little display, huh?” Dan cocked his head playfully. He wondered if there could be more gained out of this. “You’d better believe it, I make sure those who get in my way never forget it.”

“I only serve those who have shown their power and might.” Fright continued, pretending he didn’t notice the playful advances. “I strike fear into those who dare stand in my way.”

Fright paused.

“You too were holding back.”

“…I suppose I was.” Dan rolled his eyes.

“I propose a…partnership,” Fright Knight said slowly. “You have someone watch your back, make certain that your seat of power is not threatened.”

Dan leaned in closer, listening intently. “Go on…”

“And I rejuvenate myself with the energy you expel.” Fright Knight finished, he stood stiffly. His hand twitched on the hilt of his sword.

“Sounds like you want more than just a ‘partnership’.” Dan approached Fright, amusement shone in his eyes.

“I did not say that,” Fright said stoically.

They were face to face.

“Mm…we’ll see about that.” Dan stepped away, his gaze never left. “Though I think this will be quite entertaining.”

He held a hand out, a branch of sorts.

Fright stared for several seconds before he too reached out. His and Dan’s hands firmly clasped around each other’s forearms. Sealing a pact, so to speak.

“Your name. I do not know what to call you,” Fright stated, his grip tightened.

Dan was quiet for a moment before he bared his fangs, his ghostly aura flared ever so gently. “Phantom.”

I’ll probably write a more coherent version of their meeting later. But, the big question at hand. Why does Fright Knight only work with powerful ghosts? My guess is because of what type of ghost he is.

You notice that he has very minimal features? His body seems to be a pure black, the most he wears is his armor, the rest uncovered. Probably because he doesn’t need to cover up fully. Another ghost I can think of that does something similar is Spectra.

What if Fright Knight is the same type of ghost as Spectra? A “parasitic” type of spirit that leeches off the emotions, energy, or a mix of both, from others.

Spectra leeches off the depression and negative emotions of human children.

Fright Knight leeches off the fear he strikes into others, and perhaps the immense power of ghosts that are equal in strength, or far stronger than he is. To give him a boost when he needs it. Or would it be to maintain a solid form?

Fright and Dan’s “partnership” probably started off just like that, a business-like deal that benefits them both. Fright strikes fear wherever he goes, Dan made sure those who opposed them stayed down. That’s all it was really.

Dan didn’t find it very fun.

He was far too interested in knowing who and what Fright Knight was to just keep it business-like.

Fright was too stoic for Dan’s liking. While Dan had absolutely no qualms about entertaining both guys and ladies, it seemed like he had his work cut out for him. Fright was an interesting kind of guy, not too many like him around. Dan wanted Fright to stick around.

Dan knew there had to be more of Fright from under the hood. He’d bring it out, one way or another. Fortunately, wherever he went, Fright was usually close behind.

As for Fright Knight, he actually didn’t know what to think of Phantom at first. Powerful and volatile. Temperamental and yet eerily calm. It seemed as though as piece was missing. Whatever that was, it wasn’t Fright’s business. He was perfectly content as is. If only he could ignore Dan’s more playful persona. It wasn’t constant, but enough so that Fright did take notice.

Fright felt he should be annoyed by such behavior. For reasons indiscernible to him, he allowed it. In small doses. He supposed it was amusing, and so long as it didn’t interrupt their little deal.

It’s like a game of cat and mouse, though subtler. They both had thoughts about each other. Neither came forward, or said them out loud. It was more satisfying that way in trying to figure each other out.

What was more notable was that they respected each other’s power. They rarely depended on each other past watching the other’s back. It was oddly an inkling sense of trust, no matter how surface level and frail it was.

They’d have short conversations on occasion, when it was quiet. They didn’t say too much to each other, but they’d let bits and pieces of information slip out. Intentional or not was left up to interpretation.

Fright Knight, as Dan learned, was completely and utterly ruthless. Literally none could escape the terror that was the Soul Shredder. As for what happened to people and ghosts when the sword touched them, Dan could only imagine. A well-earned reputation as the feared ghost of Halloween.

And…Fright was strangely courtly. Of course, he would be, he’s the ghostly equivalent of a medieval knight. Cordial in a gruff manner. Fright was a warrior first and foremost.

It reminded Dan of himself a little, he was certain he had a chance. He just had to nudge it somehow. Fright clearly did notice how Dan would occasionally act playful, despite pretending not to. What if he pushed at Fright a little? Get him to react?

The reactions could be case by case. Dan was sure it would be worth it to see such a strong and stoic guy get his “feathers” ruffled. Dan could already imagine it; Fright Knight’s eyes were rather expressive.

Fright would most definitely be aware of Dan’s…affections? He refused to entertain the idea of flirting…courting with someone outside of his station. It wasn’t seemly for him. Admittedly, he was amused by it, but didn’t reciprocate them.

It did seem like Phantom was lonely. Fright understood that in a way. He was somewhat taken with Phantom’s advances, no matter how much or little attention he paid. Fright would remain at the forefront, no matter how much the thought of a powerful partner at his side niggled at the back of his mind.

He didn’t mind having Dan close by, that’s all there was to it. Surely…

#danny phantom #dan phantom #dark danny #fright knight #shipping thoughts #dan phantom x fright knight

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merchantziro · 1 year

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Since a good few of y'all liked my Danny Phantom post about wanting a less angsty spin on Danny being dissected/vivisected by his own parents or the Guys in White. I might as add this idea that's been bumping around my brain for a little while now.

Danny Phantom X Castlevania AU

Basically the idea of this is that Danny Phantom exists in the Castlevania universe. I imagine given even his ancestors were Ghost Hunters, there would probably be a few Fentons that probably met or were at least aware of the Belmonts and their battles against Dracula over the century.

Maybe Count Dracula and Pariah Dark were both servants of Chaos, acting as the Dark Lord and the Ghost King respectively under Chaos (the true big bad of Castlevania and source of Dracula's powers and potentially Pariah Dark as well in this AU).

So anyway, flash forward to the 2030's where Danny Fenton is now in college and roommates with an exchange student from Japan named Soma Cruz.

Unbeknownst to each other, Danny has earned the title of the new Ghost King after defeating Pariah Dark but he doesn't want the throne yet, meanwhile Soma is the reincarnation of Dracula himself and the candidate to become the new Dark Lord but Soma has fought Chaos itself just to defy his destiny.

Soma and Danny are completely unaware of each other initially but still deal with supernatural threats separate from each other and sometimes dealing with each other's threats.

Like Danny could be on one side of town fighting a skeleton monster or something and wondering why it's not going in the thermos, while Soma is on the other side battling some high tech ghost guy talking about a whelp.

How this AU plays out can honestly go a lot of interesting ways so here's a few of my favorites.

Danny and Soma find out about each other at some point and both find a friendship now that they can abuse their powers freely in their own dorm room for the most mundane purposes or just showing off to each other, like Soma eating completely rotten food using his Ghoul soul while Danny just causally uses his ice powers to cool things down. Maybe both also bitch about the responsibilities they never asked for nor want to deal with among trading stories of adventures.

Danny is made aware of the Dark Lord hiding in Amity Park by a local cult claiming they plan to reawaken him while Soma is made aware of the Ghost King hiding among the living by Genya Arikado (Alucard). Shenanigans ensue until both finally meet and are confused but during a battle they realize the other isn't evil and both meet with Arikado to clear things up.

Alternative to the above it has rival cults attempt to summon the Ghost King and Dark Lord to them to battle for them and both Soma and Danny appear in forms showcasing their dark powers, stare at each other with recognition and confusion, and are just processing what the fuck is going on and why these cult people are yelling at them to fight.

Soma and Danny eventually accept their titles as Dark Lord and Ghost King because they both come to an understanding, accepting their burdons so nobody else should have to and use their dark powers to protect the world to spite Chaos. With Fright Knight and Death as their right hand men (both of whom also might be dating each other).

There's probably like a bunch of other ideas this could include. Such as Genya Arikado being contacted by the Guys in White to assist them. Which leads to GIW operatives showcasing to Arikado their plans for destroying all sorts of paranormal beings such as Danny Phantom.

Meanwhile Alucard, a half vampire who knows from experience that not all supernatural beings are evil, is just staring at them blankly and wondering what's the best way to completely sabotage and destroy this entire government branch before they do something they will regret.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #soma cruz #castlevania: aria of sorrow #castlevania #alucard (castlevania)#alucard #dracula #count dracula #fanfiction #fanfic #danny phantom x castlevania crossover au #crossover #crossover au #college #roommates #shenanigans ensue #genya arikado #guys in white

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ferahntics · 1 year

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Galacta Knight headcanons nobody asked for

I am officially tagging these as ‘headcanons nobody asked for’ cause that’s what they are.

Galacta Knight is on the brain, so here we go, keep in mind a lot of these are mine but some are also what I’ve seen others say that I heavily agree with so here we go!

There’s a bit of mental health talk in here (claustrophobia mention, separation anxiety and the like) - nothing explicit, just briefly mentioning it.

So I’ve seen plenty of people state this and it’s used in some fanfics too, but I agree with the idea of Galacta Knight having a major case of claustrophobia. After eons of being sealed away, immobilized, the idea of being in a cramped area where he can’t spread his wings properly mortifies him to the point of possibly hyperventilating. Being in an overly crowded area doesn’t help either.

Kinda like some birds (cockatiels I think?), he can experience night frights. What triggers them varies, but it can just be sudden noise in the dark, or random flashes can get him to shoot up from his sleep immediately and go on the defensive.

He’s not a big speaker - at least not starting off. He’s very quiet and reserved, at least until he can figure out where people around him stand. Kirby is definitely someone he’d have the easiest time opening up to - Meta Knight is a very close second, though it would take a lot of patience here. Seeing as how they battled before, Galacta may not be so eager as to let his guard down around him, and neither would Meta Knight - even though he is aware Galacta Knight needs some sort of connection if he is to be at least semi-stable.

TLDR: when it comes to Meta Knight, it’s like dealing with a very feral animal that’s used to being treated horribly and takes a looooot of time and patience for him to loosen up around anyone.

Once he does open up, however, I imagine he would be fiercely protective to the point of it being almost overbearing. It’s been so long since he last had any kind of genuine connection that he’s willing to rip reality apart to keep the ones he’s made now. And that being said, he has a very hard time being apart those few lucky ones that get close to him - he fears being alone for too long again. Will need a lot of reassurance from friends that this is temporary and they will come back.

Will not talk about his history. Too much spite, too much rage, and despite the eons that passed, the wounds of being sealed away by those he fought for are very much fresh.

When his wings are molting, he is especially prickly. Ironically though, even if he is capable of handling this on his own, he does have trouble getting some of the feathers - and will need help. And this is where it gets complicated, cause he needs it, but he won’t let anyone near - Kirby would try to help but he’s not exactly gentle. Possibly Meta Knight. But again, it would take ages for Galacta Knight to relax and be convinced Meta Knight won’t sneak in a sucker punch.

Speaking of his wings, he loves them being groomed. But... again. That requires trusting someone enough with them, so it’s not something he experiences often. Until Kirby, Kirby ruffles the feathers and Galacta Knight melts - there’s a 90% change of him actually nodding off.

EDIT: I should mention once he does start talking a little more, he is rather snarky and might even throw in a tease here and there. Though it would take a very, very long time to get him here. His temper remains hair-thin however.

#listen i have many thoughts about galacta #give us more content of him i beg of you #headcanons nobody asked for #galacta knight #kirby #headcanons #kirby headcanons #i dont know what im doing my head hurts sdkjhg

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gritsandbrits · 1 year

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My heart was working overtime but I don't care. I needed to get away from them as possible. I could still hear their angry shouts echoing behind me. Once I got to the end I barged into a room built of scorched stone and dimly lit. There were entryways and some cells, but I was too frightened to know which one led to freedom. I grabbed a torch and walked around, making sure to listen out for any soldiers coming my way. Nothing. I sighed, finally away from those nightmarish lizards.

Suddenly I felt Hot breath scorch my skin. I froze as I heard heavy snorting. Slowly I turned around and came face to face with the most burning, spiteful eyes.

It all began on my usual mornings in New Donk City. After oversleeping, and falling out of bed to cut the alarm off, I was in the middle of showering when the pipes stopped. Often I fixed it by myself but this was the final straw. So, I relented and called the cheapest plumber I could find in my phone book. Some twenty minutes later they arrived.

They were two brothers who looked alike in face and attire but the short one wore a red shirt and the slightly taller one wore green.

"Good morning miss! We're the Mario Brothers!" The red one introduced in a perky way.

"And we'll be servicing you, today," the green one called Luigi chimed in. From the way they spoke I could tell they were Italian.

"Right," I said a bit unsurely. They sort off creeped me out with their cheerfulness & dead blue eyes. I led them into my house. "It's been working on and off for quite some time."

"We'll solve your lil' dilemma," the red one, Mario, tipped his cap determined like a knight about to save a princess. "It'll be a few minutes."

As they worked I sat in the kitchen counter reading a newspaper. Suddenly I heard some noises, followed by Luigi's frightful shout.

"Hey you better not mess up my bathroom!" I shouted. Quickly I sped in there then gasped as I saw a rainbow colored cloud. Before I could ask what they'd done I felt a pair of hands pulling me forward.

Which brings me to my second dilemma.

Coming this April (maybe)

Me and Luigi ended up near a place I can only describe as hell. The face of the biggest volcanic bore the image of some sort of demonic figure. Even worse, an army of goofy looking turtle creatures surrounded us. Their boss came out and I knew he was the same as the image on the fortress. He was freaking HUGE!

The giant dragon grabbed Luigi and started interrogating him about a man with a mustache (Mario, who we haven't seen anywhere). Poor Luigi tried to cover for his brother, only for the lizard to start plucking the hairs off his mustache. Even though I'd literally just met the guy I wasn't about to stand by and watch him get tortured. So I shouted at the monster to leave the poor plumber alone, that he's an overgrown lizard and bully.

That didn't go very well.

Now, without knowing where Mario OR Luigi was, I was trapped inside the volcanic fortress. I hope they were okay...

But I wasn't and I was going to let that giant turtle know it!

"Put me down you overgrown turtle!" I spat banging my fists against the green part of his spiky shell. Obviously it didn't hurt him, but he did let out an irritated huff. Good. As long as he kept me hostage he will NEVER know peace!

"Okay!"

My rump met the floor as the dragon dropped me, chuckling spitefully as he did.

Not your ordinary fairytale romance

Bowser flipped through a pink book. "How to convince a Princess to fall in love with you?"

I was sitting on the platform still refusing to lose my cool, when Bowser of all things came in with a guitar. To my horror he began to sing.

"Baby your an ice queen, why are you so mean! I'll melt your frozen heart like a love machine!" Bowser sang gruffly as he stemmed the guitar.

I looked at the Koopa guarding me. "Is he for real?" I asked jerking my thumb at the beast lost in melody.

The Koopa shrugged.

GritsandBrits presents the Super Mario Movie: GritsandBrits Edition. Coming to a hellsite near you!

#mario self insert #mario oc #mario movie #bowser x oc #bowser x self insert

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ninjastormhawkkat · 1 year

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Wonder why two brains would put his crown on his head

I mean aside from him beginning to remember who he is

So I have a rough story idea for that. It involves your art of medieval Carrie and Two Brains meeting. So Calvin sends Carrie to steal the crown. For spitefulness and also thinking he could get something out of it, never does. Calvin does know about Steven being ill but has no idea about his curse. So Carrie steals the crown and gets spotted by one of the guards. In being pursued, Carrie accidentally runs into Two Brains, his first thoughts upon seeing her is to scream in fright so Carrie is able to get pass him. Becky is terribly upset at her dad’s crown being stolen. Even though Two Brains does not like the king, he hates seeing his child upset and thinks that the king charged Becky with the task of keeping an eye on the crown. Not wanting his child to get into trouble with the king and not wanting to see her sad anymore, Two Brains sneaks off with the henchmen and uses a device he created that can track down magical beings such as familiars. Becky becomes the Red Knight to go after her dad and the crown. So Two Brains and the henchmen find Calvin’s castle and sneak in with some reluctance from the henchmen because the castle is scary looking and Calvin is reported to be an evil person. They follow Two Brains anyway because it is their job to watch him. Soon it gets to your artwork where Carrie is still holding the crown because Calvin tells her to dispose of it after failing to do anything important with it. Two Brains, still frightened of Carrie but also feeling a sense of familiarity by her for some reason, begs Carrie to give him the crown back to help his daughter. Carrie is moved by Two Brains’s goal even though she does not trust him yet. Unfortunately Calvin finds them, not wanting to give the crown back again out of spitefulness, conjures a group of ogres to go after Two Brains. Soon Red Knight comes onto the scene and with some hidden help from Carrie, which Calvin is unaware of, Becky, Two Brains, and the Henchmen escape and head back home. Becky kind of chastises her dad and that she was glad he was trying to help but was very worried about him getting hurt. Two Brains explained that he just didn’t want his daughter to be sad anymore and get in trouble with the king. Becky tells her dad that even though he may not like the king, the king’s crown has a lot of important symbolism for the people of this kingdom which is why it is so important. Two Brains understands, he does end up grabbing the crown and trying it on saying he thinks the crown looks better on him than the king. Becky starts tearing up a bit because of sad nostalgia and other personal reasons. Two Brains apologizes and asks why Becky is crying and says he is sorry for making her more upset. Becky reassures her dad that she is just tired after everything and is sad about the king’s illness. Two Brains sighs and says he wishes he can have such a big and kind heart as his child. To which Becky says silently she learned from the best as they both head back to bed to rest from the adventure.

@melodythebunny

@drtwobrainsstuff

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #dr two brains #medieval au #becky boxleitner au #carrie #dr calvin barriton #melodythebunny #answered ask

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superworldunkown · 2 years

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Rhyme or Reason

Imagining Bakusquad playing the celebrity rhyming game with you. And you’re just as competitive (and crushing hard) as he is.

“Oh- me next, me next!” Mina exclaimed, practically wiggling out of the green couch she and her friends were sitting upon. Her, Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima were once again in another round of fun and games while they should instead be studying.

Bakugou had told you it was a lousy idea wanting to do a study party with those idiots. His words, not yours.

In fact, you and the blond had excluded yourself from the sitting area and instead found yourselves across the way at the large dining table. Despite the may seats, you found yourself next to the hotheaded boy - for studying purposes of course.

“Okay, what’s the name?” Kirishima spoke, matching the enthusiasm of his pink classmate.

“Okay, its a tough one. All Might.”

The group let out a series of groans and oos. You couldn't help but to chuckle quietly.

“Seriously, didn’t they just do a round with Fat Gum?”

“I don’t even want to know what stupid game their playing, and shouldn’t you be studying?!” Even though it was a whisper, his chastising still hit your eardrums with force.

You gave him a look from across the table, “You’ve never played? You have to make a rhyme with the hero’s name and you cant use the same word. It’s actually really good if you’re trying to study grammar...makes sense why you don't know it.”

Yes, below the belt. Just where you liked it.

Bakugou ripped his eyes off his notebook to glare at you with full intent to shoot explosions from his eyes, “You’re on, loser. Or are you nervous, you look All White.”

Your dimples kissed the tip of your cheek bones as you smiled, “You’re the one looking scared, you’re All Fright.”

“I always give 100% loser, I’m All Fight.”

“Nah, your just a meanie, you’re All Spite.”

The two of you didn’t notice the group at the couches now had their eyes on you.

Bakguou narrowed his eyes, elbows on the table as he leaned over in your direction, “Turn off the lights, it’s All Bright.”

“Such a gentleman, He’s All Knight.”

“Nothing get’s past me, I’m All Sight.”

It was your turn to lean closer, whispering, “I love how competitive you are, I’m getting All Tight.”

It was rare to have him speechless, but it was oh so good to see his face crack, mouth slightly ajar. “BoomKat you’re blushing, are you All Right?”

“Keep running that pretty mouth of yours you’ll be speaking gibberish, All Night.”

“Ugh - get a room you two, alright!” Mina’s voice cut through the strange mix of competitive and sexual tension, leaving both you and Bakugou thoroughly embarrassed, but still competitive enough to want to play another round against each other.

This time in the comfort of your own room.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #mha #bnha #bakusqaud

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silsihulm · 1 year

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A Frightful Future

“What was it that inspired the name Rimestar, Silyse?”

Silyse’s ears twitched at the sound of her friend’s voice, her icy gaze lifting from the horrid tome she held, to gaze upon it’s source.

“What? I would think that’s a touch obvious, wouldn’t you?” Silyse replied, her echoing voice filled with amusement and intrigue.

Malunara held a stare, their arms folded behind their back and their head tilted. The Geist’s lack of a face meant a consequent lack of expression, but to Silyse, their annoyance was clear. A wretched bubbling loosed from the monster before her, approximating a sigh, before they at last spoke again.

“It is, yes. But what was wrong with Glacetoile? Too... Nightborne, for a Forsaken? I understand, believe me, but was there more to it?” Malunara flailed their arms and hands as they spoke. At least, that is how it appeared to Silyse, a physical overperformance to compensate for their facelessness.

“That woman is dead, Malunara. The name Rimestar represents my distance from her. The new path I tread towards the future.” Silyse did not ponder her answer long, clearly having thought of this very topic herself for quite awhile. She stood firm and statuesque as she spoke, in great contrast to Malunara. “Is that not why you chose the name Venomsoul?”

“Partly.” Malunara raised a clawed hand to their waist. twisting it from left to right as they responded. “But most of it was spite, my dear.” they continued, tilting their head again, briefly, towards the skull and painting behind the pair. “It was the name he chose for me. But I have made it my own, and so it’s legacy will be my own. Not my parents’, nor that vile man’s.”

Silyse hummed solemnly as she nodded, all too familiar with her friend’s struggles. She raised a frigid hand of her own, resting it upon the Geist’s shoulder. It should have been a tender gesture, but she failed spectacularly, the Death Knight’s hand sliding pathetically off of Malunara. The pair stared at it for a moment, before another horrific bubbling sound escaped Malunara’s body, not a sigh this time, but more of an amused cackle.

“Well, some things never change...” Malunara uttered as their laughter settled. “I believe we’ll be just fine, Kal’dris.”

#warcraft #blender #fanfic #nightborne #death knight #geist #undead #world of warcraft #undead elf #my art #my ocs

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kaardbord · 1 year

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Fun little lyrics for a c!karl i made a *wee* bit too long.

I’m travelling

I’m travelling far, far away from home

My family

My family and friend’s are who I have to leave alone

I try to make a choice

But my head, it echoes, with the sounds of my voice

Seen and ignored like some sort of spam invoice

The gods they rejoice

With their captured, unwilling toy

An innocent, unimportant boy

Use him like a ventriloquist doll

And allow him to take the fall

A glowing, white heaven

Not quite a perfect haven

It gleans and gleams in the glowing light of the sunbeams

But no one can see what you’re doing

When you switch off the lights of dreams

Are they a voice of good?

Are they a force of no good misdeeds?

I don’t have much choice

‘Cause like a pawn that’s been seized

I’m taken somewhere else

A void choice of non-existence

And forced by who the hell knows

I’m traveling

I’m traveling far, far away from here

My family

My family and friends, I wish I could hold near

A slight use of chronological displacement and I find

I’ve been lost into the grips of time

I’m feeling anything but fine

This has no rhythm, has no rhyme

It’s all just a part of that otherworldly grind

I live to observe and observe to live

You could call me an untimely representative

My hope is starting to wear thin

I think I might be breaking down now

This song isn’t meant

To be a log of time

It’s my vent

About the bent

Logistics of the gods

Using me as their Puppet of Time

I know I could help others

With my powers I’ve been given

But why can’t someone else

Just take this cursed position

I just want to relax

Lie down and kick back a bit

But I’m thrown like a trash bag

Right into a bin

My memories disappearing

It’s out of season

In a world of my own

Making different actions for no reason

This is killing me from the inside

My inner mind is the only place I reside

My thoughts are drowning

My emotions in the tide

My sanity slides right out of my mind

And into the void of time

I’m travelling

I’m travelling far, far away from a right state of mind

(All emotions disappear)

My family

My family and friend’s are who I’m forced to leave behind

What’s the purpose of this blurse

It’s so frustrating I just might curse

I think I’m helping nurse this earth

But what if I’m just in turn

Feeding the flames and helping the timeline burn

No apologies if my words are a bit adverse

I couldn’t find the time to rehearse

You want me to be terse?

No thanks, I’ll just take my words and reimburse

In the cursed and crooked life I find within my mind

Tying the timeline whilst threatening my lifeline

Not even in the limelight, yes, I’m not quite right

I write in spite despite the white pillars at impossible height

Giving fright right down my spine

Preside in a fake paradise

Chosen like I rolled a pair of dice

My life a sacrifice to the shrine

To the divine, just a stupid swine

Life intertwined with dying

Timing the race, braced for the fight

Tonight I recite why I’m in the right

I fight like a knight

No need for an invite

I’m coming back with all my might

I would rewrite but I’ve yet to receive a counter offer to resign

Take a slow turn ‘round and not enter a new time

Is the dream life I wish I had

A line in the sand, walking past isn’t a crime

But I should stop before my time is past

Traveling

And I wish it’d stop

My family

And friends wIll watch me drop

If I could put time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d do

is pick it up, smash it and burn it

‘Til Eternity passes away

And keep me away from you

*quitely*

I’m traveling

I’m moving

I’m teleporting

And I wish it’d stop

#ckarl #c!karl #orginal song #lyrics #dream smp #tales from the smp

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rainycat2 · 10 months

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Though I Could Not Stop For Death

Chapter Four: Execute the Plan / The Plan Goes Awry.

Gotham?

Fucking whack.

You couldn’t even see the stars, for Ancient’s sakes. And it wasn’t like Danny wasn’t close to the sky, or anything, no, the hotel Vlad put them up in, Wayne Hotel, honestly, was one of the biggest and fanciest in the whole city.

And it was still clogged with god fucking damn smog.

Honestly, it was an affront. Not just to Danny as a ghost with a space obsession, because really, humanity needed to get it together and stop poisoning the Earth before that shit started leaking into and affecting the Realms, but as a Wayne.

The fuck is Bruce even doing with his billions?

(Being Batman is the obvious answer, but still. Switch to clean energy, for fuck’s sake.)

Regardless. If Danny was spiteful enough, he could have asked Undergrowth for a favor to pop out some clear skies for one night, but it wasn’t worth it to have the Ancient with a favor over him. So instead, Danny suffered, sitting on the ledge of the hotel roof, looking down at the city below contemplatively. He was far enough up that he could hear the city buzzing, most of it intentionally tuned out of his enhanced hearing, but not so much that he couldn’t hear anything.

The fact that the woman appearing next to him on the ledge was silent enough that he didn’t notice her until she spoke?

Danny fully almost fell off the roof in surprise.

“Hello, young Prince--”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Danny yelped, scrambling as he slipped, flight instantly kicking in to keep him from dropping.

“No, just me,” Lady Gotham laughed, brushing her skirts down as she sat elegantly next to him. Though he’d never seen her before, he recognized her immediately-- soft, faintly glowing blue eyes over a black 1800’s-era mourning gown, a broach at the delicate lace collar around her throat. She smiled at him as he plopped back down, leaning over to smooth his hair back. “Goodness, you look so much like your father.”

Danny hummed slightly, tilting his head. “You know, I can’t really see it, but I’ll take your word for it.”

Lady Gotham just hummed, gently cupping his cheek as she studied him. “So much like your brother, but I can see the differences clearly. He looks like your mother, but you? Oh, so similar to my beloved Knight-- and not just in looks,” she teased. “You’ve come a long way since Clockwork came to me, telling me that my Knight’s son would need guidance.”

Danny blushed, the tips of his ears going a pale green. “Okay, okay,” he laughed, swinging his feet lazily. “So, you wanted to talk to me, right? Is it regarding the Bats, because I’m really trying to not piss off Batman.”

“In a sense,” Gotham hummed, looking over the city. She’ll point out a section of city, gesturing to the more dilapidated, beat-up buildings. “That section, called Crime Alley--”

“You’re shitting me.”

“I am not, now let me speak.” Danny’s mouth clicked together so fast you could hear it. “Crime Alley, or Park Row as it is officially called, is the territory of a young liminal, the Red Hood. I believe that he could be a potential Fright Knight for you, but I would ask a favor of you.” Gotham looked back to Danny, worry in her eyes. “He struggles with the corrupted ectoplasm of a Lazarus Pit, and I… I cannot help him. It is all I can do, at times, to provide what clean ectoplasm I can.”

Danny paused, looking towards Park Row contemplatively. “So… this guy’s got basically poison in his system, and you want me to go put him on basically a juice cleanse?”

“More or less,” Gotham acknowledged with a shrug. “You do rather have the tendency to cleanse the ectoplasm in your immediate area.”

“Fair.” Danny got to his feet, stretching lazily. “Okay, but a favor for a favor. Please, if you get the opportunity… Let me know if the Bats are getting too close, okay? I really don’t want to have to hash out the legality of my existence with my own dad.” He reached out, offering the City Spirit his hand. “I’ve had my fair share of awkward family dinners, but that would take the cake.”

“I will abide by your request, but do remember-- they are family,” Gotham says softly, taking his hand and gliding to her feet on the ledge. “Trust in them, and you will see it is not misplaced.”

The Prince smiled.

===

Damian, frankly, hated this goddamned family. It all started with a text from Gordon, making a joke about a “secret lost brother” and a photo posted in a chat with the so-called BatClan.

It was obvious that the clone - for in fact, what else could it be, Danyal was long-since dead - was a poor, failed attempt at getting into Damian’s head. The eye color was off, the freckles in the wrong places. And really, Danyal would have better fashion sense than that.

No, it was clear Talia was doing her best to “test” him, though… really, he’d thought they’d moved on from clones at this point. Holding the memory of his dead twin over his head, and not even having the decency to do it correctly?

Now that was just rude.

Wayne Family Dumbasses:

Captain Stabby: Obviously this is a clone, and a poor attempt at it.

Captain Stabby: to think, the great Oracle has fallen so far.

Eyeinthesky: you sure about that, baby bat?

Eyeinthesky: you really wanna say that?

Captain Stabby: I believe I may have made a mistake.

===

No time like the present, taunted the green sticky note on Danny’s laptop screen.

No time like the present his ass, Danny grumbled as he shuffled a few things onto his person. Day One of Gotham City, and he needed to investigate. He grabbed a jacket and a bookbag from his suitcase, tossing his computer, a thermos, a few emergency shots of ecto, and a good-sized ecto-pistol in easy reach, set to stun mode. First things first, Danny needed some Ancients-Damned coffee, and if he’d learned one thing, it was that cities were stuffed to the brim with coffee shops.

“Jazz, I’m gonna go get some coffee and research,” he said softly, poking his head into Jazz's suite. “You want anything?”

A mop of red hair peeked up just barely over the edge of the decidedly-too-fluffy comforter. “...latte. Croissant.”

“Gotcha. Anything else?”

“...locator,” his sister said after a moment’s consideration, muffled by the goose-down pillow. “Keep it on.”

“Obviously,” he chuckled, closing the door behind him quietly before slipping out of the hotel room, tossing his bag over his shoulder after one last check. The hotel was quiet at this time of morning, hardly after five, not quite daybreak, but the city outside? Oh, it was beautiful-- people walking briskly down the sidewalks, cars honking and revving and swerving around each other. Danny’s ears twitched slightly, his head tilted to the side before he pulled out his phone.

“Coffee shop, coffee shop… Aha, here we go.” A mom-and-pop shop, a little ways down the road. Enough for a good walk. Danny plugged his earbuds in, turning on a playlist before putting his hands in his pockets. It only took a few minutes before he arrived, tugging out an earbud and pausing the objectively-too-loud punk rock playlist. “Uh, hi, so this is kind of a weird question, but… what’s the legal amount of caffeine you’re able to give me?”

“I don’t think there’s a legal limit, but you can only get, like, twelve shots I think,” the barista hummed thoughtfully. “Your shots would taste horrible, though-- doesn’t stop one of our regulars, though. I can get you one of his drinks?”

“Sure, why not. New city and all that,” Danny laughed, digging for some cash in his wallet. “I’m just here on business for a little while.”

The barista raised her eyebrow. “You seem pretty young to be on business.”

“Family business,” Danny clarified, handing over the money. “Oh, and can I get a caramel latte and a croissant?”

Twenty minutes later, Danny was given a freshly-baked croissant and latte, and an absolutely terrifying-looking concoction. An iced coffee with the slightest bit of milk and sugar, so full of espresso that the milk hardly made a dent in the color.

Danny took a sip, grinned, and left a 10 dollar bill on the counter before he headed out.

The barista just stared, then shook her head. “Fucking Waynes, am I right?” she muttered to her colleague, getting a laugh.

===

After delivering the latte to a decidedly grumpy not-morning-person Jazz Fenton, Danny pretty damn quickly booked it out of the hotel, idly checking his Twitter as he walked down the street, sipping on his latte. There was a local trending tab, and… well, shit.

A decent quality photo of him paying for the coffee, his hair up out of his face in just. The worst possible shot for his plan to lay low. Already the hashtag #newwayne had 200,000+ tags, primarily users gossiping between each other with a few gossip magazines speculating.

Really. One photo.

One.

Let it never be said that Danny, a fifteen year old idiot, had impulse control. He took a quick selfie, grinning as he took a sip of his coffee. @halfdead : man, i just wanted a coffee. TAGLIST: @mynameisnotlaura @fisticuffsatapplebees @screamingtofillthevoid @lizisipancardo @digitizedworld @dahliasandrosemary

NEXT CHAPTER: ==>

#ticnsfd #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc fanfic #rainycat writing

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thomasdanielince · 5 months

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White Knight

Save Yourself /

The White Knight /

(The White Knight Takes The) Bite

she takes a bite

when he turns off the light

he knows something doesn’t feel right

he knows something doesn’t feel quite right

but somehow he remembers

of how she hurt him so much

simply just out of spite

oh, it gave her such a fright

of how he took away her light

she couldn’t find any other way

to get out of his sight

she could have died

if she had stayed there

with no one to know her name

or her story

with no one to save her

from the grabbing hands of vampires

or the whispering voices and

the flashing camera lights of the future

she dreamed of palm trees

and an easy future

it all seems so hard to achieve

when everyone is pulling at her sleeve

she always dreamt that someone would save her

from out of nowhere

that there would be a saviour

a knight in shining armour

perhaps on a white horse/ horseback

like one of those princesses

locked away

in a tower, a kitchen

or a cellar

in the fairy tales

but even after it all

whatever life throughs at you

whoever might leave you

that you’ll soon realise

that the white knight is you

(so save yourself)

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fictionz · 7 months

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New Fiction 2023 - September

"Baruch" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

A short interlude before another juggernaut of a chapter.

Creature Teacher by R.L. Stine (1998)

They really hold out on the monsters here in Series 2000, so this is a welcome entry.

Invasion of the Body Squeezers - Part 1 by R.L. Stine (1998)

An unnecessarily long red herring.

Invasion of the Body Squeezers - Part 2 by R.L. Stine (1998)

That's some way to prevent an extinction event.

I'm Your Evil Twin! by R.L. Stine (1998)

They always do the ol' switcharoo.

Revenge R Us by R.L. Stine (1998)

The Uncut Gems of Goosebumps.

Fright Camp by R.L. Stine (1998)

Fool me several dozen times, shame on us all.

Headless Halloween by R.L. Stine (1998)

Here we GOOOOO. A+ Goosebumps.

Attack of the Graveyard Ghouls by R.L. Stine (1998)

A bit weirder but still more welcome than kids being dicks and no actual spooky happenings.

Brain Juice by R.L. Stine (1998)

Just bizarre. Leaning a little too far into the weird science angle I've no interest for in these books.

The Deadly Experiments of Dr. Eeek by R.L. Stine (1996)

Nope. These gamebooks aren't good for reading one after another, and the ones that more or less stay in place are especially meh.

Night in Werewolf Woods by R.L. Stine (1996)

Another meh entry in spite of the werewolves running around.

Beware of the Purple Peanut Butter by R.L. Stine (1996)

More weird science and generally not scary stuff, less and less interesting.

"Hotline Miami" by KC Green (2023)

The speedrun.

"I was told by my doctor that this'll completely compensate my human meat diet" by scribblingchimp (2023)

Gotta find an alternate.

"Carl's Date" dir. Bob Peterson (2023)

Good to see the gang again.

The Equalizer 3 dir. Antoine Fuqua (2023)

Didn't need to do all that.

Bottoms dir. Emma Seligman (2023)

The kids are alright.

Elemental dir. Peter Sohn (2023)

A personal story.

They Live dir. John Carpenter (1988)

That's a long fight.

Jawan dir. Atlee (2023)

The Robin Hood we need.

Christine dir. John Carpenter (1983)

Somehow, a car is scary.

The LEGO Movie dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller (2014)

Too familiar, but perhaps because it kicked off something we've seen a lot of since then.

Outlaw Johnny Black dir. Michael Jai White (2023)

A fun and shooty romp.

Satanic Hispanics dir. Alejandro Brugués , Mike Mendez, Gigi Saul Guerrero, Eduardo Sánchez, Demián Rugna (2023)

The anthology offers much.

Prey dir. Dan Trachtenberg (2022)

Hell yes. If they made Predator movies that are just "a Predator fights someone at this point in history" I'd be all in.

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Demon Knight dir. Ernest Dickerson (1995)

Definitely a feature-length version of an episode, but they pull it off.

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Bordello of Blood dir. Gilbert Adler (1996)

Or do they? But this is still better than...

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Ritual dir. Avi Nesher (2002)

A very boring movie like this.

Vault of Horror dir. Freddie Francis (1973)

Ooh that second story is tops.

Tales from the Crypt dir. Freddie Francis (1972)

This first movie was just a tad too straight-faced. Where's the camp?!

The Origin of Evil dir. Sébastien Marnier (2023)

A-n-x-i-e-t-y.

The Expendables 4 dir. Scott Waugh (2023)

I know they can't all come back every time, but the concept seems to be slipping away from them.

The Creator dir. Gareth Edwards (2023)

Hm. Striving toward something I might've liked but somehow doesn't land.

Tales from the Crypt - Season 7 (1996)

I've been annoyed with many people writing off season 7 as not worth watching. It's fine! There's even a few episodes really worth watching.

Tales from the Cryptkeeper - Season 1 (1993)

Basically Goosebumps, so John Kassir recording wraparounds is what makes it special.

Star Trek Discovery - Season 2 (2023)

I like it, but 10 episodes is not enough. Bouncing from fun to deadly serious episodes too often makes it feel disjointed.

#new fiction #2023 #books #movies #short stories

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