#ghost writes

[loveofbots]

Sfw and nsfw head cannons for tarn please? Reader or cannon don't really care.

Shoutout @starscreamscorpse for calling beloved Tarn ‘mista taint’

I (lovingly) hate tarn so please take this with a grain of salt

SFW:

- Tarn is a loner in all senses of the word. He doesn’t ask for help, not even Nickel. He trusted people before and that led to his empurata, and then his abandonment from the academy, now he simply directs his team without confiding in anyone except Decepticon high command.

- To tarn, being a Decepticon is a belief. I know we joke about him dick riding megatron (he does) but the Decepticon cause gave him purpose. It gave him someone to believe in, a support system even.

- Advocate for universal healthcare, most likely due to Nickel’s influence.

- Tarn actually likes to sing. Even as Damos! I imagine he sings by himself most days, and actually writes his own music. In his perfect world, maybe he’d be a prodigy and launch Cybertron into an age of art. But of course, his story is one of tragedy.

- Tarn is harsh on the DJD. He may be friendly but he has a short temper, and will easily snap at people he considers his ‘friends.’ He’s also highly critical, as we know he started putting Decepticons on the list for increasingly petty reasons near the end of it.

- He’s probably not as grossed out by us squishies as he tells himself. Although he agrees that transformers are better- he would begrudgingly ‘keep the fleshling alive’ if he was instructed to. Because his singing does not affect humans the same way it affects his own race, he would probably grow very fond of singing to them.

- Tarn’s the type to be creepy at first, but he’s just a lonely, hurt Mech on the inside. He takes advantage of other folks like Pharma to fuel his addiction, a gentle hand would help him by light years. Yet he pushes away (and kills) anyone who tries to help. Citing that they are trying to ‘cleanse him.’ Dumbass.

[NO MINOR ZONE]

- His only lover is his hand. I’m serious he gets NO bitches. Every time someone came on to him he would fumble like a dink. Helix is still trying to give him better pickup lines than ‘I won’t kill you… tonight.’

- For me Tarn is on the ace spectrum. He doesn’t want to participate in interfacing, but he likes to watch. You could probably find him in the corner at some swinger parties.

- Normally he doesn’t have time/is too tired to even try to get off. He runs the DJD he’s a busy Mech. Not to say he doesn’t have his own little fantasies.

- Top all the way. He WILL NOT bottom (unless you ask) Tarn likes to feel in charge, superior, loved. He likes to be serviced and he likes the idea of ‘capturing’ someone and making them obey his every word.

- is actually a super awkward bot. His old self- Damos- comes out when he is flirted with. He’s a bashful Mech that can’t take any praise.

- Likes the idea of his partner getting off to his voice, it makes him feel powerful that his voice alone could make someone so down bad (I am looking at you tarn fans)

- cw: drugs!!! He is the WORST person to give a doobie to, this mf takes one hit if a roach and is coughing all night. On another note, he probably does take medicine to help him sleep thanks to mama nickel.

#transformers #mtmte #lost light #maccadam #tf #idw #headcanons #implied x reader #Tarn #djd #ghost writes #x reader #I didn’t put this in but he definitely has a praise kink #nickel #helix #mista taint #cw: drugs

[ghostdrinkssoup]

hey guys I’m writing poetry again <3

#sometimes I just #think in poetry #as in this was my internal monologue spruced up a bit #and formatted #and boom poetry #idk how it works but here it is #poetry #my writing #ghost writes

[ghostoftonantzin]

The WIP Graveyard Game

I'm always curious about the ideas people have that they never managed to complete, so I made a tag game!

The rules are... there aren't any strict rules, but if you're tagged, post about at least one WIP that never saw the light of day, whether it's a fic, fanart, vid, or meme! Tell us the title (if it had one), the story idea, and a snippet (or more) of the WIPs that ended up shuffled from your "someday I'll finish this" pile to your "I'm never actually going to finish this" pile!

I'm tagging @phasmama, @uv-duv, @wwfits, @andiforyou, and @jay-auris to start!

#ghost posts #ghost writes #I'm only tagging five people for now #but anyone is welcome to join

[ghostlynimbus]

In an AU where Hopper ends up taking in Billy too, El picks up Billy's habit of saying "I can't do [x] im gay."

only she doesn't understand what it means really or what context is appropriate to use it in or that Billy's mostly being sarcastic/joking when he says it (he can in fact do math, and he personally thinks his driving skills are just fine thank you very much).

And it eventually leads to a situation like that one scene in Modern Family, with Hopper telling El "You're not gay you're just confused!" way louder than he meant to in the public space they're in.

#i guess this is an au where billy is out too #but is that really an au? really? #el hopper #billy hargrove #jim hopper #jane hopper #eleven hopper #stranger things #ghost.txt #ghost writes #billy just cackling in the background every time someone tries to explain the phrase to el or discourage her from using it

[ei-w]

blind for all time always [ao3] (words: 500; tw: physical abuse)

[a short fiction that wanted to write itself today]

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Glass shattered in the quietness, jingling on the ancient tiles. Only a second later did Clockwork recognise the noise could be traced back to their chest construction. Gloved fingers rushed to grip around the frail part to keep it together, retraining it from any further loss.

As they had fallen to the ground, the frame and casket must have been damaged, the vessel over their core crashing on a section, spreading spiderweb fissures through its entirety. The corner didn't exist anymore on the upper right side. Loose shards hung in mere air, not yet developed enough hairlines separating them to join the fallen pieces on the dorm floor. The chest broke, unchangeably. It deformed for eternity.

The Master of All Time halted in recognition of the seriousness of the harm that the sudden strike of power induced on them when roughly pushing them to the floor with a blast. A minute, maybe a second, departed them to end up with an exposed core, with no protection in case of any other assault. They had never experienced such fragility. It was cold and biting -- like death felt, dread overtaking one's existence.

The event shocked them. In an unfortunate moment, Clockwork glanced at their attacker with a hissed sneer, to the figure who towered vastly above their weakened laying body.

Pariah's eyes were burning. His crown and ring glowed threateningly in the faint light of their lair, flaring with power and anger within the dimness of their private dorm.

Their love never behaved like that, yet this treatment was justified. Clockwork knew it was. They went too far this time, and their meddling was revealed for Pariah, too. It was like a stab across a mortal heart. Unforgivable betrayal, a ploy summoned behind the curtains of the commander, as if laughing at his obliviousness…

Ectoplasm dripped next to Clockwork's aching tail that curled on the tiles. The old greyish blueness shone with shiny greenness now, seeming alien against the natural dull colour. Their contour quavered in the shadow of the tyrant. Fear reverberated from their core even though this attack was foreseen for a while. Deep down, Clockwork was struck with the terror of the continuation to unfold.

Still, they knew this moment would eventually come. They had ignored it until this moment, though. They had loved the man, and still would love him after everything, but until now, they hoped their visions were wrong about this day.

This moment had formed in their mind long ago, along with Pariah's first appearance. They had always refused to accept this future -- that everything would be led to the here and now.

The truth was, even after their core was shattered, and a part of it would be ripped out by the one they loved, Clockwork knew they would refuse that this horrific event ever happened. They would forget that they suffered through this harassment by his hand and had survived it -- barely, but they did.

They were blind. Always blind. Blind for Pariah.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #dp dark ages #pariah dark #clockwork #500 words #short story #ghost writes

[ghost-bard]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Generation Loss (Web Series), The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlie | Slimecicle & Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss) Characters: Charlie | Slimecicle (Generation Loss), The Archivist (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: Mentioned Sneeg | The Taken (Generation Loss), Mentioned Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Mentioned Hetch, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Not Beta Read Summary:

Statement of Charlie regarding the streamed series he was on.

Statement Begins

[CW will be in Notes at the beginning]

#generation loss #generation loss the social experiments #genloss #charlie slimecicle #sneegsnag #ranboolive #ranboo #slimecicle #generation loss fanfic #genloss fanfic #gl charlie #gl ranboo #gl sneeg #gl sneegsnag #tma #the magnus archives #tma podcast #the archivist #tma fanfic #ghost writes #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #hetch #genloss hetch #gl hetch #hes only mentioned but i figured i might as well #most genloss characters present are just mentioned lmao

[ghost-in-the-hella]

The Mighty Dorks returns!

New chapter of The Mighty Dorks, co-written by me and the fabulous @rainboq​, is now up on Ao3! Now featuring even less hockey and even more relationship woes!

But have some hockey Chloe anyway.

#the mighty dorks #tmd #ghost writes #hockey #hockey!chloe #fanart #chloe price #life is strange #pricefield #amberchase #marshrich #byrnefield

[ticklish-ghost]

SMRPG tickle drabble #1

This was… Certainly not what Geno had expected, when they reached the top of Booster’s tower (at least, that’s what he thought, now that he was outside, it seemed like there were still a few floors left).

It was quite obvious Booster had- somehow?- Jumped off from the balcony with the princess, but he and his teammates were abruptly stopped by what seemed to be… Jesters? He believes it was the term. Knife guy and Grate guy. Either way, now the brave adventurers had to defeat them before they could track down Booster.

Mallow steeled himself as he finished his attack, waiting for the opponents to strike. Out of the corner of his eye, Geno saw Knife guy smirk. That instantly had his attention. He watched as the yellow jester glanced at Grate guy, before quickly dropping his knives and- Latching his arms out towards Geno?!

“Have at ya!”

“What- HEY!”

Geno yelped, as the yellow jester grabbed him and practically dragged the star warrior towards himself. Geno squirmed with all his might, but it was no match for the strange clown’s mechanical strength. 

“Put me DOWN! Let go!” 

Geno growled out as Knife Guy lifted him up. What was going on?! Was this some sort of tactic to immobilize him? The rest of his teammates shared glances, caught between uncertainty and worry.

What came next surprised everyone.

Knife guy let out a chuckle and began to wiggle his fingers on Geno’s sides. The action made Geno halt in his squirming, his mouth snapping shut with an audible ‘snap’. His eyes widened as a strange feeling bubbled inside of him. Was- Was Knife guy doing what Geno thought he was doing? Surely not!

“Kitchy kitchy koo…”

Oh. He was. Geno groaned in annoyance, and began squirming again- This time more aggressively. The feeling was maddening! The way his enemies’ tickling would randomly change pace, the star warrior could barely predict or anticipate anything. Not to mention he’s only been tickled once…

“Nghnhn- Stop it!”

The doll said through gritted teeth, attempting to push away any feeling whatsoever. The butterflies in his stomach were more than enough, and the tingly feeling going all over his body was simply awful. But Geno stood his ground, clamping his wooden mouth shut, shaking his head in refusal. 

“Ohh, tough guy, eh? Weelll, that’s no problem!”

Knife guy announced proudly as his brother snickered, one of his hands trailing up to Geno’s under arm. The action made the doll’s eyes nearly bulge out (much like when he got angry), all that contained laughter spilling out.

“aAEHE! Nn- no! Ehenm! I’m nnot- Ahah!”

Geno began shaking his head, conflicted between covering his mouth and trying to block out Knife guy’s hands. The ticklish sensation was driving him nuts! There was nothing he could do to make it really stop. Not that he wanted to make it stop, really. And being held in the air doesn’t give you much options to do anything anyways, and for some reason none of his teammates were doing anything!

The reason was because the author is too tired and can’t be bothered to write 4 other people’s reactions. And since knife guy isn’t hurting Geno they have no reason to do anything.

“Ohh, hear that Crate? I think i’m breaking through mister tough guy here!”

Knife guy announced with an unnecessary amount of smugness, his left hand trailing from Geno’s side, to what we’ll consider to be his knees, ruthlessly wiggling his fingers on that sensitive area. If Geno thought it couldn’t get worse, boy was he wrong. The star warrior practically squealed, throwing his head back in laughter.

“Y- AAEEHEEHE! STAAHAAP! THAT! EEHHE!!”

Geno squeaked out, laughing loudly & freely. He knew he couldn’t blush, yet he felt agonizingly warm in the face, finding the whole situation quite flustering. The star warrior could only squirm as the ticklish sensation overcame him, losing track of everything else.

#super mario rpg tickle #smrpg tickle #tickle fic #fandom tickle #lee!geno #ghost writes #yea. thats about it. i dont write much & im not great it at but #someone had to write it #nintendo tickle

[nrc-counselor]

no no no listen, you were SO right for that chubby/fat significant other post.....but listen *folds hands together on table* talk to me about who would go for a tall s/o in ur opinion? I'm literally as tall as leona and every man ive dated has had a problem with me wearing heels💀

*Note: These are all made without a specific gender in mind, so do what you will with that.*

You know what, I actually do have some characters in mind that I think would work as in they would go for a tall s/o more often then not: Ace (I cannot explain why but I feel it in my soul), Ruggie, Sebek (he thinks they look regal), Cater, Azul (I will not argue this one), Floyd (he would play fight them all the time), and Lilia.

Characters who I think claim to be more neutral towards height but lean towards dating taller people when it comes down to it: Kalim (would complement you every time you wore heels and even buy you more), Riddle (lies and says he wouldn't, but he likes being the smaller person as it assures he is the small spoon), Vil, Jack, Epel.

Characters who are truly neutral about it: Leona, Jamil, Idia (he could go in the above category honestly), Malleus, Jade, Trey, Deuce, Silver, and Rook.

These are actually making me want to write stuff for them, so feel free to ask for more stuff.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ghost writes #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #gender neutral reader #I think i got everyone this time #tall reader #disclaimer #these are my opinions I am not saying your fav doesn't like you #i love this so much

[crows-murder]

"i am a serious writer," i tell myself. this is my serious writing

#ghost writes #this is actually from my urban fantasy au #in which damian is half fae #and ra's is the unseelie king #and causing lots of problems as per usual tbh #imagine STILL being this obsessed w ur ex son in law #loser behavior smh

[loveofbots]

Imagine coding with this guy

Percy isn’t my favourite transformer but here’s some off the cuff Headcanons about him.

He’s really into computer science, that and microbiology are the two things he’s really good at studying and exposing information on.

Well kept secret but he would love to teach people! Has like a whole curriculum laid out and everything, but no one is willing to learn with him :(( to be fair he has a tendency to jump ahead to more complex topics

Full of autism

Hypochondriac, gets pissed when people cut corners on cleanliness.

Percy plays minecraft but he makes mods, he like going into the games code and modding games like that or seeing if the devs left any Easter eggs in the codes.

If you offered to test his mods it would make him very happy.

He/They pronouns

#perceptor #transformers #mtmte #maccadam #tf #idw #lost light #wreckers #g1 #sfw #transformers headcanons #ghost writes #my writing

[ghostdrinkssoup]

Summary:

There’s fifteen seconds between falling and breaking; the rising of the tide; an opening mouth; a clock ticking backwards.

Porcelain waves shatter against black rock. The water yields to violence, then reshapes itself.

There’s fifteen seconds, and in that time, as he is sheltered by the man he loves, Hannibal welds himself together again, memory by memory, piece by piece, body baptised by blood, moon and sea.

The rooms of his memory palace shatter until every door swings open, revealing the mutilation he carries inside. Ugly. Wretched. Monstrous.

There’s fifteen seconds, and this is it.

//

Or, in the moments before the fall, Hannibal reflects on how he got here, and all the ways Will has ruined him.

WC: 14,766

#I FINISHED MY FIC GUYS HERE IT IS #it’s my hannibal character study !! wowzers !! #complete with angst + too many greek mythology references + brainrot + hannibal book lore + gothic imagery + all my tears !! #oh and I forgot teacup imagery I’m so obsessed with teacup imagery #anyway if you read it please let me know what you think <33 #now I can go back to writing meta 👍 #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #ghost writes

[ghostoftonantzin]

The WIP Graveyard Game

@phasmama was kind enough to tag me back on her post

The rules: post snippets from at least on WIP you have abandoned! Mine are going under the cut, because I'm going to post the full five, mostly from 2020-2021 times.

I'm going to tag another 5 people, because I can >:) : @achaosmuppet @theshriekingsisterhood @madelgard (yes I know you moved into the star wars fandom, but still) @starkurt, @indashadows

WIP Title: Laura Branigan Lyric (that's what the word doc is called)

Concept: 1980s AU, focused on Laszlo and Nadja as high powered business people with a sideplot of Nandermo paralleling Guillermo's season 2 arc.

Abandoned because: tbh this one was mostly just one I liked to turn around in my head. It never got past the outlining phase.

Snippet:

His friends frequently describe the joy of conquest to him. Finding a beautiful woman, a model or a music video vixen or both, taking her to the hottest restaurants, introducing her to their friends, showing her the kind of life they lead, on the cutting edge.

It reminds Laszlo of the foxes the hounds chased on hunts on his childhood manor. He imagines the woman as a fox set upon by hounds, torn apart under their small teeth.

But this, this… is like being caught, helpless, in the jaws of a lioness.

(this was the only part that made it past outlining)

WIP Title: tie a ribbon back around it

Concept: Jenna/Shanice, Jenna comes to visit Shanice after she's turned

Abandoned because: it just kind of stayed near the bottom of my WIP list until it fell off, pretty much. Plus I could never get the Jenna POV feeling quite right.

Snippet:

Jenna’s phone said 9:16 p.m., so she figured Shanice would be back from her chemistry night lab pretty soon. She shouldn’t be late, unless she got murdered on that one stretch of the walk from the chemistry building to her new dorm with no lights or police call boxes. Jenna knew it was a good place to get murdered, because Nadja had told her so when Jenna had shown it to her.

One downside to being a vampire was the whole no-reflection thing, which made it hard to check her lipstick in the glass. The lipstick was new, a plum wine red color that the saleslady at Sephora said looked good with her skin tone. Not that she didn’t like the red Nadja had lent her on their first night out! But this was one of those liquid lipsticks that was supposed to stay on through anything.

WIP Title: you've got me living only for the night

Concept: a follow-up to come in from the edge (and let the good times roll), my second-ever fic, the one with Karen (from Collaboration, remember her?) and two of the ladies from Simon's gang. Karen is now living with the Freak Sisters and performing at

Abandoned because: partly because it got struck down so thoroughly by future canon installments, and partly because I fell out of love with the idea.

Snippet:

She sits down in the living room to wait for Mr. Fifties. The Freak Sisters had flown ahead, something about a meeting at the club before the show. They obviously hadn’t needed Karen to know more about it, so she hadn’t asked. She’d felt bad about making Mr. Fifties drive, but Despoina had put another bobby pin in Akeldama’s red wig and patiently explained how he was usually looking for an excuse to bring out his stick shift convertible anyway.

They’ve got her bloodstained bra and underwear framed on the wall, like a sports jersey. It’s a little embarrassing, Karen thinks. She can tell how cheap the lace is now; most of hers costs at least twice that now. She models every pair for them, which is more of a thing for her than for them, but they still clap and leer and pull her in close every time.

The Leatherskins have all always been polite about her, but Mr. Fifties has always been a perfect gentleman. He offers her his arm at the door, though she’s wearing slip on sneakers and not heels. Her heels are usually too high for her to really walk in. The Freak Sisters really like that, especially Despoina.

WIP Title: Vampire King

Concept: a follow-up to such strenuous living, i just don't understand, aka the one where Guillermo is a volunteer at a vampire sanctuary. This was intended to be the follow-up covering the release of the documentary being filmed in the original fic.

The documentary being Vampire King, about the controversies behind Simon the Devious's Sassy Cat Vampire Ranch and Guillermo de la Cruz's campaign to have it shut down.

Abandoned because: other ideas took precedence and I didn't want to learn to code the fake tweets. It also never got past the brainstorming stage.

WIP Title: Die, Cry, Hate

Concept: post-season-2 on the run fic, this time where the vamps go and stay with an old friend of Nandor's, Madame Beausoleil, a creepy French ex-aristocrat vampire with live-laugh-love type taste in decor (hence the title) and a questionable tendency towards hypnotizing her familiars. She decides to repay Nandor's past help by hypnotizing Guillermo to seduce him.

Abandoned because: this was brainstormed in the post-s2 hiatus, and canon continuing past that diminished my interest in the idea. Also never got past the outlining stage.

Snippet (in outline form):

-M.B. is laying boxes out on her coffin, kind of ignoring him

            -coffin looks slightly out of place in the room; large white, carved into deep, intricate panels with elaborate motifs and inlaid heavily with gold and accented with pale pinks and blues

-Guillermo asks her about her relationship to Nandor

            -she’s known him a long time, helped her out a lot in Paris, owes him a lot of favors

-turns to him “You will submit to my dark power.”

-fuck.

-“You will be Nandor’s for the daytime, for him to do with as he pleases.”

-“alright, strip”

-Guillermo starts taking his clothes off, stake falls out of his sleeve, sees MB. watching it fall to the floor, but can’t move to do anything about it

-she’s absolutely going to kill him

-She picks up a stake “I didn’t know Nandor was into gardening. I’d always taken that as more of Laszlo’s hobby”

-naked, looking at her, she gestures towards the boxes

-he goes to look at them, opens the boxes

            -lingerie: red and silk-like, black and strappy, white and lacy, pink and sheer

            -she tells him to pick out the pair he think Nandor would like

-“I had to guess your cup size.” She said, glancing at his chest with a furrowed brow.

-feels like he’s walking on the floor above a great machine, feeling its motion beneath him without comprehending it

            -brain working without him

-picks white and lacy (“always knew Nandor was a big fan of the wedding night look”), slides on underwear, garter, stockings

#ghost posts #ghost writes #thank you for tagging me back darling #looking through my WIPs I actually found some fics I hadn't meant to abandon

[ghostinthepepper]

good omens season 2 finale discorporated my soul in a way i wasn't prepared for so i wrote a fic about it

⚠️tw: implied conversion therapy, implied abuse, implied angel equivalent of homophobia(?)⚠️

Philophobia [fear of love]

"Listen." Crowley's finger pointed up, though the angel couldn't make out where he was looking through those shades. Why would he do that? Shield himself again, as if Aziraphale wasn't safe to be around anymore. As if the angel would ever judge him for the eyes he'd learned to love over the millennia. "Do you hear that?"

What nonsense was Crowley on about? The only sound he could hear was the typical background hustle and bustle on the street outside the bookshop. Aziraphale slightly shrugged and answered, exasperated, "I don't hear anything."

"That's the point." The demon dropped his hand, "No Nightingales."

Before Aziraphale could ask what he was talking about, Crowley continued, almost pleading, "You idiot. We could have been... us."

Unable to face him, the angel turned away. That was everything he was trying to do for Crowley- for the both of them- even if it meant giving something up in the process. If he went along with the demon, heaven and hell would never stop hunting them down. All Aziraphale ever wanted for the two of them was the freedom to love, and to be loved. It had been since before the beginning, back when the other first shielded him from the explosions of stars from that beautiful nebula. It had still been his goal after he'd returned the favor, after the demon first tempted him, after the first failed apocalypse—

Whatever thoughts were crowding Aziraphale's mind stopped when Crowley's lips smashed against his and every harsh admonishment, every punishment the angel had received for having the wrong thoughts over the years, every moment he'd lived in fear of came crashing down on him.

Don't misunderstand, he wanted this. He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything before, but the strict lessons instilled and seared into him for having the wrong thoughts millennia ago made the soul-deep terror return with a vengeance. Aziraphale practically froze up, undecided if he should shove the demon off of him or embrace him tightly and never let go again.

The moment ended before he could decide, however. Crowley's lips parted from his, and all Aziraphale could do was desperately try to catch is breath and calm down. "I-"

It almost didn't come out, the words he'd been... trained to say spilled out before Aziraphale could stop them. "I forgive you."

The sigh that followed seemed resigned, and Aziraphale never wanted to hear such a sound from Crowley. As soon as the demon stepped out of the shop, Aziraphale restrained himself as much as he could, as much as he knew an angel was required to do, and stopped himself from crying.

After a moment, he caught his breath, his fingers reaching to touch where the two had been connected. He almost didn't hear the bell ringing as The Metatron reentered the bookshop.

#ghost speaks #cross posted to ao3 as well #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens s2 #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #ineffable husbands #ghost writes #<- new writing tag? #this was written in like 20 minutes and unedited sorry

[ei-w]

green rose rebel (2521 words) by ei_w

Chapters: 1/7

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Fright Knight (Danny Phantom), Dorathea "Dora" (Danny Phantom), Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Original Male Human Character(s), Prince Aragon (Danny Phantom), Pariah Dark

Additional Tags: War, morality talk, Disregarding Certain Existences aka, Period-Typical Sexism, Impossible Decisions During Given Circumstances and Due to That Related Heavy Things, Brief mention of starvation, Dark Ages (background), They/Them Pronouns for Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Scale Mail Armour/Mediaval Times (implied), Probably Aged-Up Character (we can't know Dora's exact age after all), POV Multiple

Summary:

On the verge of the fight against the soulless powers led by the ruthless ghost king, a knight is sent to make an offer to the human army and its leader. It is a question of morality regarding the survival of humanity, a deal that cannot be taken when the future is at stake. And one takes a risk to foil it.

(special thanks to @this-is-z-art-blog's incredible help in betaing this work and _midnight snack_ for the artwork - added later^^)

(edit1: forgot about the playlist I made for the vibe... here)

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfic #princess dorathea #fright knight #invisobang #invisobang 2023 #chapters daily #ghost writes

[woodlandwildfolk]

For a writing request what if when the all spark was seperated from the core cybertron, it meant that cybertronians that died too far away from it would be left as wandering spirits on whatever planet they died. Unable to interact with anything except other spirits. How would Cliffjumper, Dreadwing, Skyquake and Breakdown deal with that?

Why must you hurt me so anon :')

Cliffjumper sat on the roof of the base watching the sunset, its one of the things he liked about earth, beside the long stretches of barren roads jasper had to offer. He loved the drives where he could just go on for however long he needed, where he could just let go of the weight of the war and trying to keep everyone's spirits up all the time. The sunset helped him relax when he felt like it was all too much.

But now it was kinda different, beside fowler's heliport and the human elevator, there was a new addition to the roof. A pile of rocks with his broken horn buried underneath in remembrance of him.

When he realized he'd offlined and saw his lifeless frame on the ground in the decepticon mine he was distraught to say the least, he was confused as to why he wasn't one with the allspark yet but with nothing else he could do he just silently followed where the cons took his body and waited. The waiting wasn't long tho.

Megatron was back, he could no longer wait, he needed to warn his friends- to help-to do something at all but every word uttered would fall on deaf audials, not Megatron could hear him, not starscream, not the vehicons and he figured the bots wouldnt either so the thought of returning to the base to warn them left his processor in favor of figuring out a different plan, not that he'd have to.

He watched as Megatron approached his lifeless frame and stabbed his spark chamber with a shard of a radiant purple stone and afterwards everything went black and something felt off.

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Cliffjumper didn't know what was going on, like how he was back in his body and why he was doing what he was doing, how to stop doing it tho was the focus of his attention. He felt his body lash out and attack Arcee but he couldn't stop himself, there was this awful pain that went through his whole frame as if his body was terrified of obeying him,or to be more accurate, disobeying someone else, he wasn't certain why but he could make a guess it was whatever Megatron stabbed him with.

After a some half-hearted attempts done by Arcee to stop Cliffjumper- dearspark she didn't have it in her to harm her partner-they got to where they were at this point in time, cliff, ironically, falling off a cliff in the mine with arcee's pained scream and outstretched arm following him.

Later when the bots had gone back to base to hold his funeral he stood on that Rocky roof again watching the sun set and listened to his friends one by one make vows and promises, and a speech from optimus as per usual, he would have laughed if it wasn't his funeral.

And life went on, the kids came along and cliff was so frustrated at how he just had to jump into trouble fist first and missed the chance to talk to a human, he'd always turned out fine and he thought this time would be just like the rest... But he was wrong, still he was happy to see everyone get along so well with each other, and he was glad Arcee had someone to look out for her since he now can't, it left a bittersweet feeling but he could manage, at least he can still be around his friends and that'll be enough for now.

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Cliff found himself abroad the nemesis once more, the warship his spark was extinguished in, turns out that while everyone was out and about ratchet was taken by Soundwave, primus that mech always unnerved cliff, no one knew anything about him and no matter what he always knew something about you and he never even had to talk.

While roaming the nemesis and calling out for the medic -not that he could hear him- he found the medibay of the nemesis and inside were two cons, one with a red paint job and black and red optics, another in blue and an orange face, leaning against the wall and absentmindedly looking at the floor.

He walked around the place looking for the autobot medic but he was nowhere to be found, just as he was about to walk out he heard a grunt and the sound of a mech stumbling, he turned around to find the blue decepticon staring right at him, not through him like others do.

Something is up.

"how did that Autobot get in here?" the words were said in a snarl, and surprisingly the red medic didn't answer him as if he didn't hear him at all.

"you can see me?" cliff staggered back a step defensively, surprise painted clear on his faceplate.

The blue mech jerked his head up as if surprised to be addressed, "you can hear me?" his frame wasn't as tense anymore but definitely still on guard as he asked, "...how?"

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Breakdown walked the halls of the nemesis with the autobot, Cliffjumper, in tow.

He hadn't expected to be in the same room as an autobot and not feel hostile to them, don't get him wrong he hates those goody-two-shoes pretending that they can fix cybertron with the power of friendship like those earthen horses -ponies?- that knock out told him about once, he'd seen enough in the mines to know the only way to survive is to fight for it. It's your life or someone else's, simple as that.

But then again, he had lost his life and ruining his very few chances at having a conversation with someone wasn't on his to do list, so there he was. Walking in the halls of the nemesis, with an autobot in tow, to meet Dreadwing.

When breakdown explained the situation to Dreadwing about how they are just stuck here for some reason, he saw something that resembled hope on the other mech's face, he didn't know what that was about and Dreadwing wouldn't indulge him in small talk so he was gonna take whatever he could get, even if it was an autobot.

They got the main deck of the nemesis with the stars gleaming above them and Dreadwing staring at them with a glint of remorse in his optics, however it didn't last long as he heard them coming and nursed his faceplate back into a stoic one.

"breakdown, you found.. An autobot" Cliffjumper almost heard a bit of disbelief in his voice but didn't say anything.

"so starscream was right, he did extinguish an autobot's spark" the words stung a bit but what was cliff gonna do. "it's hard to tell what's true and what's not with starscream" Dreadwing added and he turned around again to look at the stars.

The three mechs stood awkwardly about the deck until cliff decided he's had enough of the silence.

"whatcha got on your mind?" he said as he walked over to stand beside Dreadwing, he wasn't worried about get so close to the warrior, I mean what's he gonna do, kill him?

"I have nothing to say to you, Autobot" Dreadwing said curtly and didn't bother to look away from the sky.

"why? Because he's gonna snitch on ya to Megatron? We're dead, Dreadwing, it's not gonna get worse than this" breakdown said resigned as he joined the conversation uninvited, well, it's not like cliff was but what can you do when you're dead.

"it's not about Megatron! It's about the cause..." Dreadwing's armor bristled at breakdowns and cliff's intrusion on his train of thought, how dare this autobot speak of affairs he knows nothing of, he follows a leader too different from his own, optimus treats his soldiers like sentient beings, Megatron treats his like pawns on a chess board, expendable and only needed to serve their purpose.

It hasn't taken Dreadwing long since his return to figure out that Megatron has changed, he had strayed too far from the decepticon cause, in his efforts to destroy an unjust system, he has forged his own, and Dreadwing was loyal to the cause, and to Megatron as well against his better judgment, however that's what you get for adhering to a set of morals such as Dreadwing's, and as far as his principles went, he'd served his purpose in Megatron's system, done his part as a loyal decepticon since the very beginning, and yet he hadn't expected to die at the hands of the one who gave him his purpose.

So with all of that in mind, it would make sense that he no longer serves Megatron, he's offline by primus! What more can be done on his part!

Dreadwing heaved through his vents and finally looked down from the sky, "my brother died, killed at the hands of autobots," he said as he spared cliff a glare but returned to a mask of neutrality immediately, "and then I discovered that's starscream had turned him into a mindless beast, poisoned by dark energon and abandoned to roam a shadow realm with no salvation or as much as respects payed to him by his fellow decepticons for his contributions to the cause, I don't know who I loath more, the autobots for killing my brother, or Megatron for not as much as avenging him and telling me I shouldn't either..." another deep vent came from the old warrior as he relaxed his posture, his hands that were neatly folded behind his back now slack by his side, swaying slightly with the wind.

At the mention of dark energon Cliffjumper tensed beside the two mechs, he knew that unless someone removed the shard of dark energon from Skyquake like it had fallen from his spark chamber when he hit the ground, he would remain the way he is, but he didnt have the spark to tell Dreadwing

Breakdown stepped closer slightly behind Dreadwing in silent support of his fellow decepticon, they weren't used to displaying affection, they couldn't afford such sentiments between their ranks, not during a war. But what was gonna happen now? They're already dead, Autobot and decepticon alike and they're stuck with one question, was it all worth it in the end?

Many would argue it was, others who couldn't bear the loss of their loved ones and their homeplanet would certainly say it wasn't, but one thing they all have in common is that they're alive.

What did the war offer to the dead?

They can't join the rest in the allspark for some reason, was this primus telling them they made mistakes that were unforgivable? Or was there a primus at all? Many questions flooded the minds of the three specters as they stood solemnly waiting for something to happen, the sounds of blasters firing at their kin and screams of pawns who never wanted to be part of the war echoed around them, soon they'd be joined by many vehicons who knew nothing but war and were only forged for it and they'd die having served their purpose but the one question still remains.

What had the war offered them in the end?

Oh my God this took so long to write sorry to keep you waiting anon I hope it was worth the wait tho <3

However I really liked this concept so I might write some more about it in the future

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