#ic story

[frostahesmegabite]

Fel’ling on Hard Times

Mina’jari and Megahes were spending the evening in the Engineering Bay and had been for several days past now. Their work being one of personal desire for Mina and it being on Mega wanted to make sure worked appropriately as opposed to the ‘Junk-tech’ that her original design was based off of. The design in question was a Hover Disc, one created out of Anti-Grav units that had been salvaged from gold-knows-where. Mega was impressed to say the least, but the materials used were, well, certainly not up to his standards and that precisely was why the two of them were in the Bay working on it together. How could he call himself a proper step parent if he didn’t help show her how to construct a proper Hover Disc?! It was with that parental concern and craftsman-like desire to make a better, safer, product for his kid that drove him to bringing her into the shop for days until it was completed proper and when the time came. Mina and Mega took the Disc out to the Deck that looked out over the eastern shore of Bilgewater Harbor, the various Seals and Makura Crabs that were all over the sand, as well as some of the Sea Mines that bobbed this way and that on the surface of the water as well. The moment of truth came and Mina climbs up onto the Disc and flipped the ignition switch with her toes, causing the Anti-Grab units to thrum to life with a bright blue light which bolted her about a foot and a half off the ground, nearly costing her balance before she recovers and grins wide. With some twists and turns of her feet and ankles, checking to make sure the units responded to her twists and turns she looked up and was gone! Inches turned to feet and feet into meters and so forth. Up and up she went until she turned and raced off to swing around the massive Harbor Cannon that was always pointed at Stormwind but never once used. The winds lashed at her face, forcing her to pull down her goggles to protect her eyes so she could actually see at the velocity’s she was travelling. Homes, shops, piers and docks, boats, yards and sand whirred below and behind her as she went, closing in down just over a few roofs before blasting past. How much time had passed by the time she realized she should have come back? An hour perhaps? More or Less? The sun had started to fall, she knew that, but where was it at before she jumped on? No idea to know now, excitement dictated her forgetting that notion entirely. She turned her way back, heading for the FBC Machine Shop where she had left Mega behind to take her joy ride. It was her return that made time slow as she got closer to the deck she’d launched from earlier. Fel-fire burned on the launch pad and several other Goblins could be seen fighting the flames. “Baba…”                                                           ***** Megahes smiled, hand raised to watch Mina take off on her Hover Disc. He’d have warned her to take it easy, but what can you say to a kid that’s been raised by people like Naturasu and Megahes that managed to make her own Hover Disc as a teenager? Not a whole hell of a lot really. There was no need to waste the words, he knew her excitement. The excitement for the moment though was cut short as a slow clap suddenly begins behind him, causing him to exhale out before turning around to see who was there. Was it the sight of the Illidari that fell upon him first or was it the scent of Fel on the wind that greeted his nostrils that told him what this person was first? A combination maybe? But this Elf standing before him wasn’t one he’d seen in years. “Sanelastus. Didn’t expect to see you around again after your Brother and Us squashed the less stable of you three. What brings you back around these parts? The Illidari in need of some help with some kind of Demonic Tech or something?” The massive Illidari towered even above his Paladin Brother, Ammaelin, in stature thanks in part to the fel energies that surely coursed through his body… surely the demonic manifestations and mutations did their bits to help that in kind. The golden howling mask blocking his facial features as mana-eater like tendrils hung from his head in place of what had once been hair gave off a wonderfully ‘eerie’ vibe, as Mega figured was probably intended. “No, no.” His voice rang deep and rough, almost like sand paper up the back of his neck. “I’ve come in regards to a prisoner that escaped the Violet Hold some time ago. I know the Kirin Tor dispatched warnings across the world in an effort to keep an eye out and unfortunately, nothing has come of it, so I’ve been reduced to playing detective due to the prisoners innate magical prowess.” His tendrils quivered like a rattle snake in agitation to this announcement. “Okay, so, then ya here wonderin if my folks’ve seen him then or if we’ve had any run ins or…?” In the blink of an eye, Mega was charged and hoisted into the air. Arms jerked straight out to his sides with his hands being squeezed to the point of being crushed. “Hey you fucker, get off’a me!” The goblin screamed out but before he could usher much more, a tendril of Sanelastus’ hair snapped forward, exposing a small mouth like opening that clamped onto his throat before another snapped to his head and into his ear. The two of them immediately began to syphon off the Goblins magic, starting to drain him as he struggled for air. “No, nothing like that I’m afraid… I am sorry about this. Believe me, but this is your fault in the end. If you had taken me up on my offer years ago to cleanse what my brother had done to you, you wouldn’t need to concern yourself with who’s coming for you.” Mega’s eyes perhaps said everything he needed to say. “Krownos…” Mega’s leg comes up and his foot catches the Illidari firmly in the jaw, making his head jerk as the mask flew free and to the ground. Bone and empty eye sockets burning with fel-flame, no lips, teeth meant to tear flesh from bone adorned the one time elf. “Krownos Bloodcrest, Patriarch of the Bloodcrest Family Blood line. Power hungry father to us all.” Mega’s eyes go wide as the mana being drained continued to wear him thin. Exhaustion was beginning to hit and his ability to stay conscious was dwindling. Was this man, the one who came to his home and had been visiting him in his dreams, going to come after him as some sort of act of revenge? He wasn’t going to get his answers, at least not now. “The only thing that’s going to save you at this point, is hoping this does the trick.” The elf’s empty sockets flicker and dim as if sympathy somehow comes to bare. “I am sorry it’s come to this.” Before Mega could do a thing, the Illidari’s eyes erupt with a beam of pure fel energy and bore straight into the Light-Forged metal engraved into his chest. The metal flared with the power of the Light, fighting back as the skin around it began to blister and boil. Despite his earlier exhaustion, Megahes screamed out in pain to the point his voice gave. The metal gave and began to melt, dribbling down his body to create even worse burns. Its breaking caused an inner black ichor to try to wrench itself free only to get met with Fel flame as well. Its ooze-like form quivering and writhing as it tried to get away. It sizzled and popped and one might swear that it even screamed and squealed in pain as it too was burned out of Megahes. By the time Sanelastus was done, Megahes had passed out from the strain and pain, going limp in the Illidari’s hands. Sanelastus turned his head causing the Rays of fel to burn into the steel flooring before he dropped the goblin to the ground and used his hand to cover his sockets, ending the onslaught. His body had swollen and pulsed, fed and full from the Goblins mana. An Illidari portal opens, fel-fire erupting across the deck as Sanelastus makes for it while a crew of Goblins begin shooting and cursing as an alarm klaxon blares. He had spent to much time here and someone had seen. But he’d accomplished what he needed to have done. “I am sorry Frostbite, but at least now when Krownos comes for you, this makes sure that he stays dead.”

#megahes frostbite #IC Story #Random Story #Wounded #demon hunter #FBC

[ever-searching]

Lost in Time

Unsung Prompts: First in, last out

Time turns everything into a dream.

You know where you come from, but little by little, the memories of that place start to fade. You no longer remember the tone with which the machines used to hum, and though you could say which structure stood where if you visited the ruins of your old “home”, you couldn’t tell their exact size, shape or colour. The details are slowly getting lost. Insignificant, someone might call them, but our perception of the world is nothing but built on those insignificant details: layered together, like strokes from an artist’s brush, they form our reality. A world without clear details is not a reality; it’s a dream.

You are starting to forget her, too: your first master. Did she have a beauty mark on her left or right cheek? How many servants did her household have? What was the reason why she sent you on that skirmish – the one that both saved and doomed you, in a way?

The memories are turning into a jumble of bits and pieces, with a few emotions mixed in between. Red cloth. The scent of vanilla, amusement. Familiar faces on both sides of the battlefield.

At least you remember him vividly: your second master. His laugh, expressive body language, the glint in his amber eyes when something made a dent in the mask of a carefree, amiable adventurer. You remember him – but a part of you wants to add “for now”.

When you think about it, you feel an odd ache in your chest region, though you cannot quite tell why.

It is not fear: you don’t know any fear. Melancholy, perhaps. Longing. Or just… isolation. It’s difficult to say. Feelings are strange things.

You can feel it even when not lost in the past, thinking about things that once were. You notice a grey hair in the innkeeper’s head that wasn’t there a few moons ago. You listen to the guests enjoying tea outside while you guard the premises and hear them talk about children growing up, whether theirs or someone else’s. You witness new chocobo chicks being born and plants growing and withering.

You see the passage of time, in other words.

Yet you don’t change, or at least you don’t feel like you do. The headaches come and go, but you continue doing your duties diligently and to your utmost best. There is no physical change, unless mending clothes and cutting overgrown hair counts. Someone tries to guess how old you are or when your name day is, and you just blink at them or shrug. The real answer would be too complicated – or vague. 

But quietly, you wonder: will the same visage still greet you in the mirror after another cycle or two, or a decade? Will you see the inn passed down to the next generation and stay, like a fixture, or will you leave to find another master or purpose?

Will you still be here when everyone you know now has been buried – and see how with their memories, you start to lose a little bit of yourself, too?

The toll of time can be heavy, particularly for someone who has stood by and watched the world go – voluntarily, or involuntarily.

#IC story #Merces #I've decided to finally start posting my writing prompts in Tumblr #partly to keep this blog active and partly to just share the stuff more openly #Unsung Prompts #I'm still unsure whether to post my old things or not but I might at least share a few favourites #but anyhow have a sad for starters I guess :')

[gravitycoill]

lil comic i’ve had in my head for a bit

#digital art #cons art #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #marshall lee #fionna and cake marshall lee #fionna and cake gary #fionna and cake garry #gary prince #prince gumball #ice queen #fionna and cake ice queen #gumlee #also i’ve had this idea in my head but i just used the designs n stuff from ep 9 #uurrghhh i’m also such a lil nerd like erm ice queen has a dif story from simon 🤓☝️ but IDC RN…. #like most the times i geek out about ice queen being different from ice king and how she might not be simone but whatever

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #she builds him a superb grave #and makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can #the paper also had his birthdate and deathdate #she doesn't know who clockwork is but she's heard phantom talk highly of him #so she trusts that this clockwork fellow wasn't joking around #she also makes it a point to take phantom for ice cream or other treats now that she knows he died so young #she keeps her word #she doesn't contact the fentons #she doesn't look into them #she's not bruce and she knows how to respect a boundary

[kurozu501]

genuinely how do you fumble something like yuri on ice. the show was so popular all over the world. tons of actual ice skaters were talking about it, iirc one professional ice skater even did a routine to a yoi song, it was wild. all they had to do was lean into it, make the movie and then a season 2. and instead they announce the movie, go radio silent for years before limply trotting out a "oh btw the movie's cancelled" today. just pathetic.

#homophobia from the executives is the only explanation that makes sense to me #they could see that if the story were to continue they would have to commit to showing a lot more gay yuri/victor stuff #and they'd rather let it die then do that #we saw something similar with gwitch with that 'up to interpretation' bullshit #yuri on ice

[saessenach]

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.

#asoiaf #my art #artists on tumblr #asoiaf fanart #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #rhaegar targaryen #lyanna stark #rhaelya #rhaegar x lyanna #r+l=j #a song of ice and fire #fanart #digital art #procreate #canonjonsnow #agot #adwd #grrm #i am obsessed with the fact that this boy has so many ghosts surrounding him #here are rhaegar and lyanna's ghosts getting handsy in the afterlife #and that is robb's crown bc there's also a legacy there #insane how jon's legacy is love #he's a bastard! and yet the outcome of an unlikely and impossible love #he was loved! otherwise this story makes no sense #anyway this has been in my wip folder for far too long #i must send it out into the world

[ardley]

Inside an iceberg carved off the end of a subglacial volcano. Southern Iceland.

Photographed by Freddie Ardley

#photographers on tumblr #landscape #photography #artists on tumblr #travel #nature #art #photographer #beauty #view #Iceland #ice #glacier #snow #iceberg #Freddie Ardley #winter #spring #story #lit

[otaku553]

Haha

#yanqing #honkai star rail #hsr yanqing #my immediate fixation on ice wielding child genius characters in every media I consume strikes again #idk I just think he’s neat!! and so is his gender #he’s definitely overdesigned but I do enjoy the general shape of his clothes #like wow… baggy outer layer AND baggy inner layer #how come you get to have two baggy layers #still don’t know that much about him even after reading his character stories on the wiki #so I’m hoping that his quest writes him well #I suppose there’s some degree of like interesting contrast in the fact that he’s very young on a ship full of people who live very long live #but I feel like regardless they really don’t give him much of a personality besides his hyperfixation on swords and the general naivety and #inexperience from youth yknow what I mean #I just think it would be cool to see like why he’s so ambitious! was he railroaded into being a knight because of his talents? did he try #to be accepted as a knight? what kinds of expectations is he facing and what expectations does he place on himself as a result #I really hope he isn’t just there to be a simpler minded child character for jingyuan to take care of

[artctrlcee]

/SHOUT: "Get behind the ice, get behind the ice!!"

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #endwalker spoilers #endwalker #shiva #ffxiv ysayle #ffxiv amon #meteor survivor #I will never get over the poetic story telling of Amon #at the end of Endwalker #casting Curtain Call and everyone's gut reaction is was Curtain Call = Get behind the ice. And the devs know #they know we've all done Syrcus A THOUSAND TIMES! #We all know this mechanic and we were all going to react with “Where is the ice?!” -- and then there's a gust of wind #and as if we the players ourselves summoned her #Shiva comes to save us

[dumblr]

#quotes #feelings #emotions #love #love talking to you #romantic quotes #love quotes #thoughtful #we bare bears #facts #true story #ice bear #dumblr

[sexhaver]

Hyalopterous Lemure and Mystic Remora are really funny parallels to each other because they were both originally printed in Ice Age with comically misdrawn art. although they sound like gibberish, both "hyalopterous" and "lemure" are real words; the former means "having transparent wings", and the latter is a form of spirit or ghost from Roman religion. however, Dick Thomas made the same mistake as Google here and drew a hyalopterous lemur

since "lemur" and "lemure" are both different, real words, WOTC was pretty easily able to correct this one with a reprint. they also printed another Lemure in Time Spiral, mostly as an excuse for some Norin the Wary flavor text:

Mystic Remora, on the other hand... you know, i always thought it was weird that something as creature-like as a fish would count as an enchantment instead of a creature, but i (embarrassingly) recently learned that "remora" can also mean "drag" or "resistance" (apparently out of the belief of sailors that remoras stuck on their ships increased drag). this makes way more sense with the card type and effect than a fish. unfortunately, "remora" and "remora" are not different words[citation needed], and by the time the card was up for a reprint, it was because it was such a powerful and iconic EDH card that suddenly "fixing" the art would be way more trouble than it was worth. so they've kind of just rolled with it lmao

woe, fish be upon ye

#mtg #the real moral of the story is that art direction in ice age was the wild west

[ever-searching]

Airell's Visions, part 3 - Wind

(Third chapter of the six-part story about Cain's mother; much like the previous chapters, this was originally written for a prompt.)

[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 ]

Wind

MAHI prompt words used: purpose, pair (Extra challenge: alliteration) Content notes: animal/beast death (non-graphic)

The caravan had travelled for a long time before it made its way to the sands of Southern Thanalan: Airell had lost the count of days at some point. The band of refugees, joined together by a desperate desire to stay alive, had traversed through the Black Shroud but found no refuge there. It had felt almost like the forest itself didn't want them there - in addition to the cold-eyed Wood Wailers and beasts lurking in the shadows. Airell had seen plenty of unpleasant dreams during the journey through the woods.

Eventually, the group of ragtag travellers made its way into Southern Thanalan. A few cactuars and peistes watched them cross the desert but didn't approach, and the only thing that greeted them at the crag that was their destination was a lone torch. Still, their leader seemed to know what to do, and he stepped in front of the gate and shouted a loud greeting and a request for shelter. Soon enough, a couple of armed men appeared from inside the crag, gave their caravan a cursory glance, asked a few questions and then let them in. Airell was tired enough that the rest of the evening left little memory in her mind, and the only thing she remembers is feeling oddly comforted by the hard stone when she fell asleep.

The next days went quickly while getting used to the new surroundings and the people with whom Airell now shared a home. Little Ala Mhigo, as the crag was called, was inhabited by people who had escaped from Gyr Abania - much like her. They survived by hunting, fishing and foraging what little greens the arid wasteland could provide, and while life was hard, the strength of their bonds reminded Airell of the sisterhood. They worked together out of necessity, but also out of respect. Everyone was valuable, and if no one would help them, they would keep themselves alive.

Airell strived to do her part, too. Her legs hadn't fully healed from the time she spent captive - and perhaps never would - but she still tried to help by gathering firewood, cleaning, helping to prepare food and doing whatever she could. Doing so made her feel more like she had a purpose, which she had been lacking since she crawled out of the escape tunnel. It also made her feel more connected, which counterbalanced her fears of someone finding out her background. A quiet lass who had weak, scarred legs and who sometimes got lost in her thoughts could be an acceptable part of the community; a seer whose faith reminded everyone of an oppressor was less likely to become one. As long as no one would ask, she wouldn't tell. She hoped it would stay that way.

That is why she had ventured out to gather some herbs that day. She had found out that aloe grew in the area and knew that its leaves could be used for many things, and she had assumed that staying near the outer walls of the crag would keep her relatively safe. However, the assumption turned out to be wrong: a peiste had been skulking nearby, and things could have taken a very wrong turn had not an arrow flown through the air and killed the scalekin in one shot. Airell froze as she saw the beast crumble next to her.

"That was dangerous. Are you alright?" the woman asked before jumping down from a ledge, bow in her hand. "You're one of the newcomers, aren't you? It's not good to go outside without company or a weapon to keep you safe. The peistes rarely come this far, but the cactuars, regardless of what they look like, can be just as fatal."

"I'm sorry: I didn't mean to cause concern," Airell apologized. "I thought that I could help out by gathering some of the aloe here."

"Those cacti? They have use? I don't know a lot about herbs," the woman admitted. She Airell a pensive look and then smiled. "Would you like to tell me more while I skin and prepare this peiste to be taken inside?"

Her straight-forward yet amiable attitude surprised Airell, but she managed to summon a small smile and nod. The woman seemed satisfied and promptly started her task. While she removed the skin and all the other usable parts from the peiste, Airell told her how aloe could be used to treat severe burns and stomach issues and even nourish. The conversation continued even after she ran out of things to say about the plant, and Airell found herself liking the woman, who had introduced herself as Alys. Alys had sun-bleached hair and a traditional tattoo decorating her face and looked both fierce and kind. She had arrived at Little Ala Mhigo one year prior to Airell, and her main duties were procuring meat and keeping any beasts and bandits at bay. When Airell mentioned that she liked singing, Alys taught her her favourite song.

"I should introduce you to Brenda. She's only four summers old, but she loves music," Alys said as they returned to the crag. "Hearing new songs would make her feel very happy."

"I'm afraid that most songs I know aren't very happy ones," Airell replied meekly. "I wouldn't want to upset a child with tales of--"

"Mommy!"

Her response was cut off when a small child with bright white hair rushed to Alys and hugged her leg. Alys couldn't help laughing and gently petted the child's head.

"I'm back, Bren. Have you met Airell yet? She came with the caravan - you remember that one? - and guess what, she likes singing just like you. Mommy met her just outside…"

The introduction suddenly faded out as a vision took over Airell's senses. It felt like a rush of wind blowing against her face, but in a pleasant way: like a warm, revigorating breeze. For a moment, the mother and child seemed to blend together, and Airell saw a white-haired figure extend a shimmering hand towards her.

"From both of us, and for both you and him," the voice echoed as the figure seemed to put something onto her hand, gently close it and then push it against her chest. There was a pause, and the figure hummed a melody before speaking one last time. "It isn't easy, but it will end the way it should." It was rare for her visions to include spoken words, but the fact made the ones she heard feel all the more important. Like a promise. "…Airell?"

Alys's voice pulled her out of the vision, and Airell saw the huntress looking at her with mild concern.

"Is something wrong?"

Airell responded by shaking her head.

"I think I might be just a little tired," she explained.

Alys nodded slowly, but her expression shifted into something that was difficult to decipher. She gently ushered Brenda to join the other children and then offered to guide Airell to the sleeping area. Though Airell knew the way, she didn't refuse: somehow, she felt that there was more to the offer.

The inner depths of the crag were fairly empty due to the midday hour, and Alys took Airell to one of the secluded corners. They found her a blanket, and she sat down; only then Alys started to speak.

"I know you," she stated quietly, looking at Airell. "You are one of the Eyes of Nymeia."

Airell felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Reinholdt - my husband - and I saw you once when we visited Ala Mhigo; you were so young back then. You told Reinholdt that you saw him hand his soul to me in the form of a crimson light, and we found it sweet and laughed," Alys continued with a small, somewhat bitter-sweet smile. "We thought you were talking about Brenda, who I was carrying at that time. In the end, that crimson light turned out to be his soulstone, which he handed to me with his dying breath after telling me to flee."

Airell lowered her head. She hadn't initially recognized Alys due to the different clothes and the lines on her face, but the description brought back a memory from several years ago. A dashing man and a proud woman, forming a beautiful pair. Airell hadn't had the heart to tell him that she had tasted tears in her vision, indicating a goodbye. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Airell kept looking at the ground and waited for Alys's judgement: to be cursed at or to hear that her time at Little Ala Mhigo would be over. Neither happened.

"I don't blame you. You may have seen his fate, but you didn't decide it," Alys eventually said, and she knelt down to meet Airell's gaze. "I know there are many who think of the Mad King when they hear the name of your order. Still, I don't doubt that your visions come from the Spinner herself. There are many things in the world that are even more strange." She paused to chuckle. "Just remember not to live solely for your visions."

"I…" Airell struggled to find words. "Thank you." Alys's smile grew wider and warmer. "You're welcome. I ought to go and take care of the peiste parts now, but let's talk again later; maybe at the campfire tonight."

Airell nodded mutely and watched Alys head out. She didn't know how to express her gratitude properly - combined with the confusion and surprise she felt - but hoped she would have a chance to tell the huntress that she would like to be friends, if it was possible. Perhaps she could even teach her child one of the songs which she knew and wasn't sad.

She wrapped the blanket around her and soon fell asleep, dreaming again of the sea.

#Airell's visions #IC story #the vision was originally a bit different but this one feels more sensible #I could actually say what event it might refer to - unlike its initial version >_>' #Brenda goes with she/her here because they haven't yet formed their gender identity at this point #I'm having more fun with the screenshots than I should

[inthedarktrees]

A Girl’s Own Story (1984) | dir. Jane Campion

#a girl's own story #jane campion #australian cinema #80s #ice skating #80s movies #1980s #marina knight #short film #black and white #independent film #gif #worldcinemaedit #dailyflicks #filmedit #movieedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #userfilm #fyeahmovies

[nerdpoe]

Danny has an Ice Core.

He isn't aware of it, but this does, in fact, greatly influence how his ghost form looks as he grows up.

His appearance starts getting more rugged, eyes a paler, more piercing green, hair a bit more uncontrollable and wild.

He packs muscle easily, even in human form.

When in ghost form, he has an aura of something patient and dangerous, and that sense only grows the older he gets.

Basically, our boy starts to look like a viking.

No matter how goofy and bumbling he really is, his first impression is always a horrifying moment for whoever is meeting him.

And as his ghost form grows with his human form, he outgrows his hazmat outfit. Frostbite and the Far Frozen fashion him some new clothes-which only compliment and play off of the viking aesthetic he's got going on.

And with the height he inherited from his father?

Our man is a very, very intimidating figure to look at. More so than Dan; because while Dan was dangerous and scary, he was all energy and lightning and rage.

Adult Danny comes across as lethal and terrifying, all ice and persistence and that final, terrible silence before you realize you've already died.

Dan felt like the warrior in front of you. Danny feels like the wilderness in winter, vast and unforgiving.

Anyways, when a summoning for Klarion goes horribly wrong and Danny gets called instead, the Justice League has a moment where they're convinced they've summoned something much, much worse than Klarion.

And Danny, standing there completely confused, is not helping by remaining silent and still while staring John Constantine in the eye.

Good news, the bad guys are also very concerned about the weird ghost viking and are actually moving to stand side by side with the Justice League on this.

Bad news, who the fuck is this guy?

"...Fuck," is all Constantine whispers, backing away slowly.

@simplestoryteller

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #and yes i love this idea #that a core helps shape how a ghost looks like as they mature #Dan's was lightning and vengeance #so he grew up to embody that #Ellie's is freedom #so she starts looking more and more like a pirate #Danny's is ice #so he does this #it gets to the point where no one believes he and Ellie are related #like yeah y'all look alike sort of but also #there's no way in hell #anyways immediately after this Danny ruins his image by sheepishly asking where he is #almost exact same body language as a flustered Clark #and Bruce is just like #“ah. this is a Clark situation-looks intimidating but tries desperately not to be rude” #story prompt #basically if every time Danny went ghost #the witcher soundtrack was going off in the background #and its freaking people out #and he's just like “hey wanna see me make a skateboard out of solid ice”

[nocasdatsgay]

The reason Eris isn’t allowed in Velaris is cause Nesta would have took him home once during her ✨escapades✨ and it would have been over for Cassian.

#I’m sorry that art I just reblogged rewired my brain #IT WOULD HAVE BEEN OVER FOR THE IC #he would have took her to Autumn and pampered her like a princess #after he killed Beron of course #this is a joke btw #neris #I want to jump to the part they fuck in my story like now #acotar

[viktortittiforov]

once again thinking about how yuri on ice is basically about two men who are incredibly caring and wonderful creatures but who have been lonely, incredibly hard on themselves and struggling for so long on their own that they have trouble accepting love and thinking of themselves as lovable as a result. and then. they meet and fall in love and they love one another like it's the easiest thing because it is. and through that they each learn that no neither of them is broken actually and they slowly teach one another how to accept love + how to give it to both others and themselves. i need to lie down for 3-5 business days

#rauuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!! #the most wholesome and relatable love story ever honestly. this is what love is at its best #neptalks #yoi #yuri on ice #otp #viktuuri #victuuri