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pieroulette · 1 year

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NOTHING BUT YOUR COLOUR

2022・ 18+ ・4k ・ oneshot — yandere trope

What colour do you first thought of when you heard the word 'love'?

CAST: PARK SUNGHOON X FEM! READER

WARNING: utter delusional and emotionally unstable! sunghoon, self harming; biting tongue, cuts w knives, Sunghoon slapping himself, murder thoughts, extremely possessive & obsession over reader, Sunghoon having a sexual fantasy for reader, hysterical reaction, trespassing territory, graphic scene; tongue mutilation with knife, blood, implied murder, smut, noncon (SA) - dubcon; nipple play, oral sex (female receiving), Sunghoon spitting saliva in reader's mouth, cockwarming, impregnation

"What's your favourite colour?"

Wouldn't that be the first question anyone would ask you whenever they first get to know you? Or when someone pick a gift for you?

Your favourite colour has to be the first thing you could've think of amongst the other colour, but why were they your favourite colour?

What makes them stand out amongst other colour?

Was it because of how pleasing they look? Was it because of how they made you feel when you gazed upon that colour? Does it give you a serene feeling? Bliss? Comfort?

Only you could know.

Sunghoon never knew what was his favourite colour however it wasn't until then when his lovely step-mother brought him with her to the clothing store, picking a numerous attire fitting for the merry and joyous occasion but to her dismay — the little boy doesn't look at all pleased with the material on his tiny palms.

His step-mother could only bend down to the boy's height, stroking the boy's face as she fixes his little bangs and asked him what colour does he like.

His face could only frown mirroring his thoughts scattered all over the place thinking what could be his favourite colour?

His ears were met with a low chuckle as he raised his head up only to be met with an amused expression splattered on his step-mother's face while she says, "Take your time, honey."

And as those words left her mouth, there he was strike with an epiphany — a sudden love for the colour adorning his step-mother's lips.

The colour that resembles the fruit on the shiny plate on the round table. The colour that appears on his father's cheeks whenever his step-mother mouthed something the little boy couldn't comprehend himself. The colour he sees when he stumbles upon a thorned flower laid on the wet street on his way back home.

That colour.

There he received his first present covered in a colour he likes and for the many years to come — it was his sole pick for the presents he was about to receive.

For the many years to come, he thought that colour only exists in among the objects he had encountered; whether it was the face of his teacher contorting into that colour when one of the students behind him were lacking manners during class, or when the female students almost tripped before him as she placed the heart-shaped letter on his hands and the very last thing he could remember was the face the girl had before running off, or when he sat on the bench among his friends and one of them has tears running down their cheek and that colour was present again.

The colour somehow exists everywhere.

He knew it was beautiful but he didn't knew it could be more exhilarating as the stars on the sky when his eyes gazed upon you.

It wasn't like you had the colour on you but it was how everything before you was submerged in that colour and at times it was deeper in shade and in other times it was a brighter shade.

The colour on you wasn't consistent.

It was wild, changing, quick, and exhilarating.

Before he knew it, his pale hands had been bathed in that same colour; flipping it up and down and as he look at himself in the mirror, his face has resembled those who had laid their eyes on him before — it was rushing up to his veins, his cheeks and his heart pounding inside his caged ribs.

It was his first time to felt that colour in his veins, but he knew it was you who had that colour. You made him felt that colour.

Everytime you were in his presence, that contagious colour you had on you had infected him each passing minute — it was like he was no longer his own colour but you.

He couldn't think of anyone but you.

But for the nth time, he didn't knew that colour could mean something else; something more sinister and evil.

His lungs was suffocating to it's core, tightening with each breathe to the point sweat trailed down forehead to his cheek and neck.

It was painful. It was humiliating and he couldn't believe that you were betraying him.

You. The girl he absolutely adore to the point he knelt down to kiss the ground for you and even thank the God he never believed exist in the first place.

But at the same time he loathes the God. He couldn't bring himself to stop vigorously shaking that he had to tighten the grip on his wrist with his other hand, but the metallic taste inside his tongue says otherwise as he had been biting it with his teeth — almost devouring it because if he didn't, then this place; this cafeteria would've become stained with that colour.

And that guy beside you having the words of joy written all over his face had his imagination run wild of how delightful it would be for him to end up on that colour someday but just a tiny messy and a tiny bit sinister.

His room was bathed in that colour as well and whenever he had a rough day because of homework or whatever that could've ruin his day — that colour never fails to bring him bliss but today was different.

It only reminds him of you and that guy beside you; a canvas he wishes to tore apart and dig his skin on that bastard.

The excruciating pain on his arm had him looking down to it, eyes dilating larger than it was before as he takes in the colour dripping down from his skin — gracing the floor with every drop it had along with the gleaming stained object laying on the carpeted floor.

Stroking the body of the knife with his dainty fingers, polishing it in a leisurely pace with the handkerchief his grandmother once bought for him as a present a few years ago.

Sunghoon let out a slow sigh as he pressed the tip of the knife still stained with the bits of the colour on his wet tongue, licking it off as he tasted the metallic taste but with each passings second — it turn out sugary along with the thoughts surfacing in his mind.

An eerie smirk adorned his face at last.

"No-.. No! Sunghoon! What the hell are you doing? Get away from me!" the agonizing scream coming out from the male desperately getting away from him had Sunghoon baffled, his menacing grin never leaving his face as he approached with every step he takes. "Please! Weren't we friends? We were doing all fine all this time! So why? Why?. .—"

A choke emits in the air along with tears streaming down Jay's face. "At least tell me what I have done wrong! We could talk this out! Please!—"

"Shut up, will you?" Sunghoon's maniacal glare had him shut his mouth instantly, lowering his head as he trembled in the deafening silence to avoid that empty soul inside the boy's eyes from devouring him.

"Why, why? You really got some guts to talk with my lover, aren't you?"

"W-what lover? Who— wait.. don't tell me it's (Name)—" the boy let out a gut wrenching scream as Sunghoon closes the distance between them in a swift speed, digging his nails in the Jay's jaw as he fiercely pried it open and despite the agonizing protests from the older boy. .

His cries of pain were only met with the colour draining away from his face and tongue while it contorts into the most excruciating pain mixed with the melodic sound through Sunghoon's ear and his face were graced with that colour although messy and filthy, it was a breathtaking sight as the wet slimy organ fell onto the rough ground.

"Don't you fucking dare say her name with that filthy tongue of yours. But oh well, guess you can't anymore—" Jay fell down on the ground with a loud thud, writhing in agonizing pain as he cupped his mouth with his hands — another maniacal grin graced Sunghoon's lips as he stand before him, his favourite colour dripped in numerous amount from the boy.

Sunghoon bend down in a leisure pace grabbing a handful of hair on Jay's head, forcing the boy to look into his soulless eyes that was once the beaming and innocent boba long time ago.

"Yah. Can't you just mind your own business without ogling your eyes to her direction? Without being so fucking nosy whenever she's around? Just why. Just why you're so fucking dumb, Jay?" a disappointed chuckle emits in the air as Sunghoon shakes his head, ruffling his dark hair in annoyance.

Everything the older male was force to witnessed were too much for him to take; the excruciating pain from the inside of his mouth mixed with the blood stench staining his shirt and splattered on Sunghoon's face.

All he could do was mumble and scream to his core for he could no longer make out words to say, not anymore.

Sunghoon giggles once again, his eyes turning into a second of innocence, "After I'm done with you, I'm going to take her with me.

Run. Run as fast as you could, farther and away as you can from him.

Your face was drained from blood, all white as soul left your body when you heard those last words from Sunghoon on the other line.

Jay's phone inside his pockets was on call the entire time and you heard it all. The gut-wrenching scream that had you shivered and Sunghoon's maniacal giggles.

You heard everything.

He's coming. He's coming for you. He knows where you live and anytime now, that window to your room are bound to get broken by him.

Run.

Because if he catch you, who knows what can he do to you.

And here you are now, inside the high school under the young and silent night sky — with no one to accompany you but the sole moonlight from the window as it reflects on the wooden floor.

It was eerily silent but you could hold on to this as best as you could if it meant he could never find you.

But you were all proven wrong when you heard a spine-chilling melodic whistle across the dark hallways of the school.

How—? How did he knew you were here?!

"(Name), I know you're here. My dumb little lover, how dense do you think I would be to not found out about that petty call you had with that bastard? . ."

Your eyes immediately welled up in tears upon hearing him from behind the doors.

"Knowing you, I knew when you were having a bad day or just wanting to have a day all by yourself — you won't be at home, in your room." Sunghoon's shoes playfully hops across the floor, taking a quick peek inside the windows. "You would be at our school, am I right?"

Your soul left your body as you clenched your fists in utter fear with each confession he made, how did he knew? He couldn't have been?— stalking you? . .

"Love, can you show yourself now? It's getting a bit late. We could've use this time to go on a date you know?"

"The night is still young . . Though if you wish to continue this further then I wouldn't mind. But there would be consequences if you don't show up right now." that last words had goosebumps run through your veins, there was no way you would come out and show yourself to him. No way.

Silence it was, and you wished nothing but for him to disappear — but it made Sunghoon more bitter as he waited. "Ah, have I gone far too rude? I'm sorry. ."

Huh? You trembled slightly when you heard pained cries from the hallway.

"Love, let me show you how I love you! How could you do this to me? How could you think of other man when I'm here ready to sacrifice my love for you, to kiss the ground graced with each step you took, to give you anything you could think of?" Sunghoon punched his chest in desperation as tears streamed down his clenched jaw, agonizing bawls of tears escaping from his mouth.

Blood drained from your face as you hid behind the classroom, curling your body to the extent it could get. You were getting tired. It was painful. You wanted all of it to end already. You wanted to go home! You don't want to be here, this is not what you wanted!

So why?

"Darling, show yourself! Please! You don't realise how much you're hurting me by acting like this. ."

"All I'm asking is to show yourself to me, is it too much to ask for?"

Heels halting it's step behind every door, crashing them open which was a complete contrast to the affection deep in Sunghoon's voice, "Where are you, love? Stop hiding, will you? I fear you might get hurt and I couldn't bear to see you in such state. Please. ."

You stayed as silent as you could, hiding behind the teacher's desk however everything happens in a split second when the door to the classroom crashes open, revealing the psychotic boy with his wide big grin.

"Found you."

You screamed in agonizing pain as he pulled you out from the teacher's desk, almost dragging you on your feet due to your protests.

"Love, stop acting like this! This is not you!" His eyes having pure affection mixed with pain in it had your heart swell in pain within a split second but ultimately turn into disgust when this isn't how you wanted your romantic life to turn out, unfortunately.

It could've been romantic in the sugary way possible, it could've made you blushed in utter mess if you weren't being dragged out by the tight grip this young boy had on you — if it wasn't because of his eyes holding so much craze and lovesick gaze on you–

You would've instantly went into his embrace and gladly accepted him.

"You're fucking delusional! You—" utter disgust engulfed your being up to your throat, "Y-you did s-something to Jay! Wha- What did you do?!"

His pained expression were suddenly replaced with something you couldn't comprehend.

"Why are you asking about that bastard when I'm here with you? Honey, look at me. I'm here for you and you're looking for that bastard?!" an irritated scoff escaped from Sunghoon's wet orange lips, rolling his eyes filled with tears and you winced in fear and he took notice of that, and suddenly his voice switched back to being sickeningly affectionate, "I told you right? That bastard is ruining my name in front of you while sweetening up his name and raising himself up— fucking bastard."

The last words made you tremble in fear. You knew he was insane but having to witness such psychotic tendencies of him mumbling nonsenses to himself in this dimly light classroom makes you wanna turn on your heels to the exit just right beside you.

To the hallways, to the street where there's people. Someone. Someone just please appear and save you from this nonsense!

"But don't worry, don't worry! He's gone now. There will be no one to ruin our love story anymore, no one to ruin your love for me. . Fuck. Nothing can take my love away from you, darling. .—" his softened eyes narrowed instantly when he realise what you were doing; taking small steps backwards while he was in his world. "Darling?"

Run!

Turning your heels around, you sprint towards the doorway with all your might as quick as you can — run, run! However your stomach sank to your core when you felt a harsh tug to your cardigan, pulling you to his direction. "(Name)! Stop struggling! You're making it so hard for us!"

"Fucking let me go— Agh!" you fell backwards to the floor in a loud thud; accidentally hitting your arm right to the desk next to you when you were thrashing around in his iron grip claws, hissing in pain as you blood dripping from the fresh cut but that didn't last long when Sunghoon quickly bend down to your level with that same expression once again.

"(Name)! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry please forgive me!" You wince in fear when he lowered his head to your arm, peppering it with soft kisses that had you whimpering. "I didn't meant to be harsh, it wasn't my intention. . Where? Did it hurt? Fuck, forgive me!"

Horrified you were when he began to slap himself, the loud and painful sound echoing through the classroom with each action — the atmosphere so unsettling and grim that you couldn't bear to watch him do it any further, "Stop—. .! No! Stop! Sunghoon!"

You could only call out for him but he didn't stop, he won't stop despite you screaming for him to quit it. But you realise this was the chance, you have to escape.

Pulling your legs in a slow pace down his legs while you turned your torso with the help of your palms had your left arm stinging in agonising pain with the fresh bruise from the previous accident.

Your breath got caught up in your throat when a firm grip get ahold of your leg — pinning it down to the floor preventing you from escaping.

Turning to look at his face was something you couldn't dare to do but his once desperate and soft voice turned into a cold and spine chilling one as it echoes through your ears, "Darling, where do you think you're going?"

"Fucking hell . . Why are you so stubborn?" He leans forward to your face that refused to look at him which made him irritated as he grabbed ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look at him through his eyes once again.

"Why won't you give me a chance? A chance to show you how much I love you and how much I really wanted to be the one who's by your side? Not anyone, not anyone but me!"

"Ugh— fuck. I know it was my fault that I chose to stay behind not making sure to etched it in everyone's mind that you were mine. . Yes it was my fault however . . Today would be different."

You gulped nervously as your lips tightened with each words coming out from his mouth.

"Today I'm going to make you mine."

"No. . No! No! Get away! Get off me!"

"—Show you the world. Show you a whole new world you deserve, show you the love I had for you. It's okay if you won't understand, that's why I'll make you understand it. You'll know after this. The love you deserve."

You bawl in desperate tears as he hovered on you with his hands grip you on your either side — his eyes welling up in endless tears as he blinked in a quick pace, eyebrows furrowed and his once pale orange lips are now chapped and dry, getting wet with each lick from his tongue. His body shaking vigorously as he tries to reasoned with you but you don't want to, mirroring his reaction with you shaking your head in desperation as well.

And that made him more bitter, his heart getting torn apart by your every rejection leaving your lips that he would love to taste since then.

However he isn't going to let that change his mind today.

Sunghoon tugged your skirt down despite your protests. This can't be happening! Please!

"Stop! Please stop! Sunghoon!" You keep slapping and pushing his arms away with your right hand while your left hand tried it's best to pull your skirt but it was a useless attempt as he immediately hovered on you, his nose touching yours and you were met with his devouring glare.

"Shh . . You're only making it hard for yourself, princess." you choked on your saliva when his icy fingers slipped inside your shirt, stroking your bare skin in a gentle manner and trailed it down to the line of your panties. "Don't worry, you'll like it."

With that one word, he pulled your panties down and latched his lips to your clit and that sent an electrifying fire to your veins making your back arched so hard, your cries of pain were replaced with loud and lewd moans. You didn't want this and yet you couldn't stop that pathetic sound coming out from your mouth, it's making you so ashamed that your body were betraying you like this.

The sounds you make were a melody like honey to Sunghoon's ears that it made him chuckle with his lips attached to your clit — that action of his sent vibrations to your belly which has you grip your hands so tight your nails were digging it.

You have to hold something, anything but him. The sickly-sweet pleasure engulfing your body was clouding your mind to the point your legs had wrapped around his shoulder and head.

"No! No— Ah! S-stop!—"

His lips switched from rough suck and hard wet kisses from licking your clit aggressively, circling his tongue on your hole and giving soft kiss all over your pussy.

He was devouring you, not leaving any bit untainted from his sugary lips.

The classroom were filled with wet lewd sounds for what seems like an eternity and even when you were all done on his face, he was still sucking you off like a hungry animal. The pleasure was starting to turn into overstimulation which had your eyes welling up in tears.

It was a moment later when he finally raised himself up, your legs freed as it fell on the floor with wet and sticky cum staining your inner thighs and the wooden floor.

"S-stop— p-please! I can't. . This is too much. ." you bawled in tears, gritting your teeth as you shut your eyes tight however Sunghoon ignores your pleas, his determination to make you his was even more proven when you heard the sound of belt unbuckling.

"Just let me show you how much I love you, let you know how you deserve the world, let you know how you made me feel. ."

Your lips were devoured by his as you grabbed your neck, positioning it to match his lips perfectly. The way he kisses you was so rough and sensual, so hungry and lovesick that he keeps pushing his tongue inside you almost making you choke. Your saliva were dripping down to the edge of your mouth as he did all the work himself.

Sunghoon was exhilarated, satisfied and yet still craving more of you. You. You. You. All of you. He wants you and he's going to take everything from you.

The sight of your saliva dripping from your mouth with your fucked up expression had him moaning in pleasure, he haven't even shove himself inside you yet but that exquisite sight was enough to make him cum. He wanted to pull out his phone to capture that beauty of yours however that should be awhile later. Not now, not yet.

You were his priority.

He stroked his wet tongue across your saliva, licking the liquid and tasting them on his tongue which made him sigh in bliss.

Next he spat his saliva inside your tongue and watched it mixed with yours. It was a breathtaking sight for Sunghoon as his psychotic eyes grew more lovesick, observing you with the utmost affection.

"Fuck. So fucking gorgeous. All mine. You're all mine." With that, he devoured your lips once again. Staining your face and neck with his tongue, teeth and lips.

All red. He's returning all that colour he receive from you. Red. All he see is red. The deepest shade of red ignited and ablaze in the brightest fire.

At last, he shoved himself deep inside you. As expected, he fits perfectly inside you — there was no pain evident in your face but utter bliss as both of you sighed in contentment.

You were one with him right now. He was inside you.

"Fuck, look at us. I'm inside you right now. Look how perfectly we fit together, my love."

And you were ashamed to your core, your mind was saying to ignore it all while begging it to be excruciatingly painful and not this intense arousal engulfing your entire body.

Sunghoon finally pushed all his length inside the deepest depths inside you and you felt so full as your pussy sucked everything he got. Your mind was now filled with nothing but him, only him.

With that, he thrusted and your body pushed up slightly in sync with his. That one action of his hits the sweet spot inside you which made you let out another sweetened like moan to Sunghoon's ears.

Another thrust, and you yelped.

"I've been wanting to do this to you ever since, fuck. Fuck. Doesn't it feel amazing?"

He thrusted again and deeper this time, you yelped a bit louder than before.

"Doesn't it? Love? Tell me how much you love it!" He chuckled innocently, his chest vibrating with your skin pressed against his. "Well, I guess I don't have to ask. . You're so fucking gorgeous, my love."

You don't want it but at the same time you wanted it, your body was begging for Sunghoon to go deeper and rougher.

The filthy and impure slaps keeps echoing throughout the dimly light classroom, roughed breathing mixed with vulgar words and sugar coated moans sent the both of you into a new entire world which only had the both of you.

Only the two of you exists at this moment.

Skin pressed against skin, his sweat dropping down to your flushed cheeks as he leans in brushing his nose against yours whispering sweet nothings to you of how you would look so beautiful with his child.

That alone was enough to sent you into panic but all of that was dissolved into nothing when you were beginning to get close to your high.

However you were still trying to make out words to stop him from filling you up with his seeds but your pleas were only met with his birdsweet hush.

"Our child would be so wonderful as you, would it be a girl or a boy — I have no fucking idea, but having a child with you would be my greatest present ever. It's only wise I ask you that now I'm your boyfriend, hm?"

Sunghoon kissed away the tears streaming down your fucked up face and you knew at that point, you could no longer escape.

He's going somehow more faster and harder and with all his last bits of strength to cum with you had your boobs bouncing up and down, and witnessing that made Sunghoon's mouth watered with saliva and he didn't miss a chance to suck your tits — popping it in and out with a lewd pop.

It was all wet and rough and all your conscience was thrown out the window when you finally released yourself together with him filling you up with his hot load, your belly and leg and all of you were electrified; shaking and quivering in complete euphoria.

Numerous wet and hot liquid dripped from your swollen hole to your inner thighs as you were still clouded with the immense orgasm you had and Sunghoon's worn out but satisfied grin says the same thing as well as his head fell on your chests.

He didn't pull out and rather he settled inside you, cock warming your delicious insides as he let out little moans still hungry as he sucked your tits in a slow pace.

His body pressed against yours formed a bearable weight and a hot sticky temperature under your belly as he still thrusted inside you but in a sensual way, you were tired and you could only let him do as he pleases as he keep voicing the future with you in a gleeful voice, "I wonder what should we name our child?"

You don't know, and he sure as hell don't know either.

But one thing he knew is that he didn't have an ounce of regret in his heart as he's now in utter bliss and if he was given a chance to do it again, he would — even if it means to bathed in your colour that he absolutely adores and even if it means it would also take the same filthy colour to suck out from others soul as well.

Red was his favourite colour but it has turned out to be a whole new different meaning when he met you; his personal sickeningly sweet obsession —

His darling and his lover.

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📌author's note: this is my first smut and I'm embarrassed to write some of the words LMAOO. alright brb gotta drink holy water. hope its not that bad! feedbacks and reblogs r highly appreciated ! ~<3

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rozaceous · 3 months

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ive read mdzs years ago and stalled on tgcf (mainly bc i got really busy and then forgot everything lmao), but never really tried scum villain. if you don't mind, can you share why you like it? personally, the summary didn't really draw me in and the animation looked unfortunately really .... low budget.

hi anon! you've activated my trap card, which is Talking About Things I Enjoy At Length! congratulations! congratulations! congratulations! important things must be said three times!

(i also stalled w tgcf btw, bc it's so long that i could never summon up sufficient interest. and i will say that the svsss donghua is less than inspiring. i thought it was fun but that's speaking as someone who watched it after already being in love w the source content, so ymmv. i wasn't a particular fan of the animation style either, but considering that scum villain is the black sheep of mxtx's works in terms of the official content that gets produced, i was glad for what i could get.)

reasons to love scum villain!

hilarious use of unreliable narrator. shen qingqiu is one of my top favorite characters ever. he's not stupid or even, despite common fan depiction, all that oblivious--he's just incredibly genre-savvy and hasn't realized that the genre has changed. also he's hysterical.

but then sometimes, too, you look more objectively at things he glosses over and have a 'wait a sec' moment bc it's actually deeply disturbing.

it has a really fun way of of playing with transmigration stories and tropes. this was, in a sense, my intro to chinese web novel conventions as a western reader, and you can learn a lot bc mxtx is busy poking fun at all of them.

phenomenally meta.

luo binghe is a fantastic character. ppl who don't like him--i'll meet you out back. ostensibly the protagonist of the novel sqq has found himself in, supposedly blessed with every talent and the world prepared to fall at his feet, but MAN is it hard being luo binghe.

ppl will make a big deal abt lbh being obsessed w sqq but fail to acknowledge that sqq is just as weird and obsessed abt lbh. epitome of that AITA response of:

liu qingge

mxtx does so much with her villains, always.

as much as some of the miscommunication between sqq and lbh is contrived, it's also literally the only way that things could play out and makes absolute sense.

this classic scene, given utterly without context:

After a pause, Shen Qingqiu changed his angle. "What's your name?" The first one replied. "Six Balls." "What does that mean?" "When I was born, my pa held me and said I was six balls heavy." Shen Qingqiu was speechless. Shot put balls or ping-pong balls?! This kind of name is absolutely meaningless.

i think, honestly, my favorite thing abt scum villain is that you can read it quickly and have a good time, but if you're taking your time and paying attention, there is so much more happening underneath the surface! it's such a clever book, i'm honestly stunned (and humbled) that mxtx produced this as her first novel and at such a young age.

#this is just a small taste of what makes it so brilliant imo #fanon as always exaggerates and flattens certain things but it can be a v fun fandom too #i would also make sure that you read the extras if you decide to give it a go bc they're really something #but yeah! i love svsss!#internet user demands answers #svsss

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lucassinclaer · 9 months

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i just real quick wanna go back to lonnie's and jonathan's conversation at lonnie's house. there are a lot of implications looming over lonnie's scenes, but i also love the text he is given.

he's such a grade a manipulator. he makes this case to jonathan, that he doesn't have anything to do with will's disappearance, and he very naturally picks up points that are based in fact - joyce's anxiety and hopper's alcolohism - to discredit those that jonathan may rely on to back him up in his accusations against him.

this is not to say that lonnie didn't get physical with his kids or that the implications of other abuse aren't there in the text. i'm just always taken off guard by how well the insidious nature of a man who can weaponize false rationality to convince other people of his viewpoint is written in season 1.

because it's not overstated. on the contrary. it's left unsaid and shown in heaton's acting. there's doubt in jonathan when lonnie questions joyce's sanity (he himself is questioning it) and hopper's ability to function in his job. the only reason it doesn't take for him is because he's determined for it not to. he will never concede that win to lonnie.

partly because he knows him but partly, too, because he's so embittered that lonnie could be saying, "the sky is blue," and he'd say, "no, it isn't." (which is his right.)

there's so much complexity in that and at the same time it's very simple. men get ascribed the calm and rational role in society where women are seen as hysterical. therefore it becomes easy practice for them to leverage that expectation against women over the course of their lives.

lonnie is the perfect example of that and it's all shown in a few lines to jonathan and then again to joyce when he brings up her family's history with mental illness/issues.

it's not black and white, it's a fog that'll come in and convince everyone that lonnie has the objective truth on his side. and hell, he probably does, too.

#this post has been brought to you by me reading some really good fics #stranger things #jonathan byers #lonnie byers #joyce byers #byers #they make me so !!!!!#emspeak

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yeosatinyngz · 1 year

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hii i was wondering if you can make a angst to fluff ness x reader where kaiser and reader r together at first but he treats us bad🙄 but then wooshhh ness comes in and when kaiser wants us back we go with our new pookie ness😍🙏

Hii and yes of course, I got you! Thank you for requesting this cause I wasn’t satisfied with the ending of the other fic lmao, hope you like the end product!

LO$ER=LO♡ER

↳GN Reader | Angst/Fluff

Kaiser wasn’t one to take relationships seriously. When Ness found out that he somehow got together with you, he was fuming because he knew that you were just getting played like everyone else who dated him. However, to his surprise Kaiser was treating you pretty well as opposed to his past partners. Suspicious of his behavior, Ness decided to talk to Kaiser.

He wasted no time jumping right into his questioning, “What are you and Y/N?” “Since we’re together that makes us a couple so yeah we’re a couple.” Flabbergasted by his friend’s answer he retorted, “You don’t actually like them do you? No partner would answer that question like that.” Kaiser simply shrugged, “Y/N was easy to win over plus they’re nice to look at.”

Ness clenched his fists refraining from beating Kaiser up after hearing the foul words that came out of his mouth. “You don’t deserve someone like Y/N, matter of fact you don’t deserve anyone at all if you treat them like objects.” “What is up with you dude? Since when’d you get all soft and boring?” “Soft? You mean just being a decent person? I can’t believe you right now.”

Ness released a big breath of air out of frustration. “I’ll give you two choices, I tell Y/N the truth or you tell them.” Kaiser laughs, “You’re giving me choices? How bold but none of that is happening.” You walked out from your hiding place after hearing enough. “Well then, I hate to break it to you.” Walking up to him, you didn’t hesitate to graze his face with your fist. “But we’re done asshole.”

You didn’t even stay to listen to what he could possibly say as you were already furiously stomping away. Ness followed after checking up on you. You were wondering what Ness wanted when he asked you to meet him here. When you arrived you noticed that him and Kaiser were arguing, you were about to leave until you heard your name being brought up so you decided to stay to listen and that’s how everything led up to this point.

It was hysterical really, how hung up Kaiser was about you breaking it off with him. This must be a sign that the world hates him cause why was it that everywhere he looked he saw you. It’s been months yet he still couldn’t get over you. He ended up crawling back to you, asking you for forgiveness and for you back.

“Please take me back.” He continuously pleaded while you looked absolutely unbothered. “You already lost your chance to be with me. I’m done with this conversation bye.” He held you back by tugging on your arm. “I apologized and I know what I did wrong so why won’t you take me back?” You removed his arm off yours. “I appreciate the apology but I just simply don’t like you anymore. I have someone else I hold dear now.”

Ness calls out to you, “Y/N! Everything alright?” You looked at Kaiser, “And there he is, I hope you treat your next partner with the love that they deserve. Goodbye Kaiser.” You left him and happily ran towards Ness, wrapping your hand within his. Kaiser could only watch sadly at the scene of you and Ness happily walking away hand in hand. He was the one who always won, but on the contrary he was a loser in this game.

#blue lock #blue lock angst #blue lock fluff #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock ness #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #alexis x reader #ness x reader #yeosatinyngz

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lokisninerealms · 2 years

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Memories to Bake

Synopsis: Loki never used to celebrate his birthday until you came along to give him new experiences.

Category / Pairing: Fluff overload; Loki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely none since this is just pure fluff

A/N: fluffy loki bc he’s fricking adorable

MASTERLIST

Still remembering the conversation you had with him. Here you were in the kitchen of the Avengers compound, flour covering the whole counter as you whisked the cake batter filled bowl. Various ingredients like eggs, butter, and vanilla extract spread out as well.

“So you’ve never had a birthday party? Birthday cake? None of that?” You asked, confused when the God told you that he’s never celebrated his birthday before.

He shrugged, nonchalantly, “Why would we need to? Asgardian life span is prolonged compared to what you mortals live.” Eyes still focusing on his latest novel.

You still couldn’t shake away the thought of Loki never properly celebrating his birthday. Over 1,000 years old and the man has never indulged in birthday cake. Pouring the batter into the circle pan then tucking it into the oven while setting the timer.

Loki always exclaimed how Midgardian life is a lot different than his life in Asgard. Telling you many stories about how his mother, Frigga, would teach him magic tricks. Sometimes using it to his advantage to pull pranks on people such as his brother, Thor and Lady Sif.

He also described how beautiful the gardens were, an arrange of aster, lavender and forget-me-nots that covered the palace. Asgards sunlight and warm weather nurturing the buds as they bloomed.

Whenever you talked to him, he grew more intrigued by Earth and the ways of its people. Seeing a vast difference in how both realms functioned.

“You mortals and your hobbies are absolutely ridiculous,” Loki grumbled. Rolling his eyes as he laced up his skates, the brown fading from the wear from over the years.

You decided to take Loki roller skating, much to his objection. Seeing as the God has never had an ounce of real fun in Asgard. “Oh. Stop being such a stick in the mud, it’ll be so much fun!” You exclaimed, ecstatically.

He huffed, wishing that he was cozied up on the couch with a new novel than here. “I’m not a stick in the mud, I just don’t see how anyone can see going in circles on wheels as fun,” he remarked. Standing up only to stumble and catch himself on the rail beside you.

You pulled him up, watching as he continued to grumble under his breathe as he slowly skated beside you. Still holding the rail as you teased him, “See you got it. Now just keep-“

Loki zipped past you, causing you to fall from the sudden act as he smirked at you while gracefully skating around the rink. Gapping at him, you couldn’t speak as he offered you a hand to help you up.

“You were saying love?,” he joked. “I can’t believe you just did that! Why didn’t you tell me you know how to skate,” dusting yourself off as you started to skate next to him.

Shrugging, he said, “I just wanted to see how you would react, which might I add, was hysterical.” Smacking his chest, you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Smiling at the memory, you heard the timer go off as you grabbed oven gloves. The sweet smell of vanilla filling your nose as you pulled the cake out. Placing it on a stand to cool off before decorating.

“Just watch it please, I promise you’ll enjoy it.” You convinced Loki to watch TV with you. He glanced up at you, seeing how desperate you truly were to expose him to the moving pictures on the screen.

Glancing back down at his book before closing it to set beside him. “Fine,” he mumbled as he leaned back in the sofa. You squealed, picking up the remote before pressing play on the movie.

The scenes of Top Gun played on the screen as you ooed and awed. Hearing Loki join you as well at the fighter jet planes and volleyball tournament beside you. Every now and then you would glance over at him, seeing his blue eyes light up from wonder.

You knew Loki would be home any moment. Scrambling to find the icing, you grasped the green and yellow in your hand. Spreading the white all over the base to create a smooth surface for you to work with.

Using the green icing to spell out ‘Happy Birthday Loki!’ while twisting your wrist to swirl yellow designs. Twirling the cake in your hands, you inspected it before giving it your own approval.

“And what do we have hear,” the familiar voice behind you breaking your concentration. “What the fuck Loki?!” Placing the cake down before turning around to yell at the birthday boy, himself.

He laughed, finding your temper absolutely adorable. “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” The mischievous glint in his eyes told you otherwise.

You shook your head, “Don’t scare me like that. Especially with a cake, your cake, in my hands.” Lecturing him as he moved behind you to get a closer look at the dessert, his brows furrowing.

“You made me a cake?,” he whispered. His eyes softening as you moved, watching as Loki read the cake. A smiling forming onto his lips before looking at you.

Placing a hand on his arm, you grinned, “Of course, you said you’ve never had cake before so I figured we cross something else for you to try.”

Wrapping his arms around you, he engulfed you in a hug. Still feeling like a kid on Christmas as he looked at his cake.

Taking a fork in his hand, Loki went to cut a piece for himself. “Wait. I still have to cut a piece for both of us,” you said. Looking for a knife as Loki conjured the drawer closed with his magic, “Hey! you almost cut off-“

He placed the fork in your mouth, cutting you off mid-sentence as you tasted the sweet vanilla of the baked good. You hummed, Loki watching you intently as you grabbed your own fork to give him his own piece of cake.

Loki hummed, the delicious taste of vanilla hitting his tongue as he nodded his head. “You are quite the master mind, darling. Delicious and savoring like you,” he purred.

Blushing at his comment, you continued to devour the treat as you both fed each other. Loki’s eyes filling with so much happiness as he stood in the comfort and company of his love.

“Happy Birthday, my love, here’s to many, many more birthdays to come.”

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daddypriceugh · 8 months

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Dog tags

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It's currently 11:40 pm and my brain is still working lol.

This will be the last fic for today, but i hope that i'll be able to post again tomorrow or on tuesday :)

Tw: character death

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The day began quite normal.

It was Saturday, which meant that you didn't have work. You spent the day cleaning the house and buying groceries. It was the same routine that happened every Saturday. But this time there was an exception.

You loving husband was supposed to come home today. He's been gone for 3 months now and you two weren't able to phone each other, because of him being busy.

You hated to admit it but it was hard without him. The house felt empty. It was only you and your thoughts. His pillow has stopped smelling like him a month ago. You cried yourself to sleep every night, without someone telling you that everything would be ok.

John and you had fought a lot about his job. Him saying that you shouldn't be so dramatic about him having to leave. Moments like these made you realise that he's just a man. A man that sometimes -more often than you wished- loved his job more than anything else. Tho of course he would never say that out loud. His team was like a second family, so it wasn't hard for him to leave. But it was for you.

You had met his team before, in a pub to be more specific. John had asked you to meet them and you obviously couldn't say no to his puppy eyes.

You trusted his team to bring him back home. Alive. That had always worked, at least until now.

You were now standing in the kitchen preparing John's favourite meal. It was a receipt from his mother. A simple, yet delicious dish.

You stirred the bacon in the pan while listening to a song that was on the radio. The atmosphere was calming down your nerves, as you were excited to see your husband again.

While humming the song, you heard the door bell ringing. You turned off the stove and half sprinted towards the door.

You opened it with a smile, but you weren't greeted with John. No, his team was standing on the porch, faces formed into frowns.

Your smile faltered a bit, but you recovered quickly. "Hey nice to see you again! I didn't know we will have dinner guests over" you laughed slightly. Seeing them not returning the gesture made you nervous. And only then did you realise, that John wasn't there.

You looked around confused only to see something metallic laying in Gaz's hand. Dog tags.

"W-what...?"

Your weary smile fell. A shiver ran down your spine. No, that couldn't be his.

A feeling of hurt engulfed your body, and you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

It seemed that Gaz saw the change of demeanour, because he stepped forward and handed you the dog tags.

His hand took a hold of your shaky one as you examined the object.

Your eyes were glossy as you read the gravure. Captain John Price.

That was the moment your world fell apart. You let out a sob as your knees buckled, making you fall to the ground.

Gaz caught you and sank to the floor with you in his arms. He clinged onto you as if he was afraid to let go.

Your body went hysterical as you cried into his shoulder, clutching the dog tags. Your husbands dog tags.

"H-he promised! He fucking promised to come back" you cried out. Sadness mixing with anger directed at your husband for breaking his promise.

Soap and Ghost were still standing on the same spot, watching the scene unfold. Sadness was still a prominent feeling in their body.

They knew that Price wanted them to tell you that he died. To tell you that he loved you more than anything.

But that didn't make the situation easier as they felt your pain. Your usual bubbly personality was gone and grief took over.

Minutes went by with you still crying for your dead husband, while hugging the dear life out of Gaz.

Soap watched them with sympathy as something caught his eyes. It was the small but prominent bump of your stomach. His heart dropped when he realised that you were pregnant. You probably wanted to tell Price the good news after he came home.

Soap took a deep breath and starred up to the sky, wishing that it had been him dying instead of his Captain.

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Critique and tips for improvements are always welcome <3

I really have to stop posting angsty fics haha.

Have a nice day/ evening :)

(English isn't my first language so please excuse minor grammar mistakes <3)

#john price x reader #captain john price x reader #Captain john price x reader angst #cod angst #cod mw2 #captain john price

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bardic-inspirjaytion · 8 months

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so I finished Baldur's Gate 3, and it was great. I laughed, I cried, I cheered, and I immediately turned around and started a Dark Urge playthrough, as you do.

Which. atrocities sure are occurring, and it's very distressing, but somewhere in the middle of murdering a beloved NPC i had this utterly hysterical moment. picture the scene: Astarion is giving me shit for doing a murder - well, not doing the murder, he doesn't care about that, kill away, but he does object to staging the body ritualistically in camp??? cut that out, have some dignity, and hide your kills better next time????

And then we leave camp, walk ten feet, and find an exsanguinated dead pig LAYING DIRECTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMN ROAD

Sir. PLEASE.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #dark urge #real clown minutes over here

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ginnvngagap · 9 months

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watching the Little Mermaid live action remake, and I'm gonna make it your problem

oooh, shiny scales, I love it

Ariel's breathtaking, I love how her hair flows in the water

her sisters are also gorgeous and their designs are amazing

CGI sea creatures look realistic but still manage to be all magical and shxt, nice

Ursula's not a drag queen (a crime tbh), but her design is so coooool

aaah, Ariel's voice (I don't watch trailers, this is my first time hearing it)

Eric has a personality?!

they gave an actual reason as to why Ariel would be attracted to Eric aside from teenage girl hormones go brrr for pretty boy

oooh, they did the cliff thing

Eric has an I want song now and his voice is heavenly

did... did they just add generational trauma to the mermaid family? great addition, I approve (yes, I've seen the prequel)

had to Google Sebastian's accent, it's Jamaican, I love it, I think it suits him

so many pretty sea creatures dancing, oooh, jellyfish

why the fxck do they swim like that?

Poor Unfortunate Souls slaps, Ursula's voice is aaaah (very eloquent)

huh, Ariel still sings in her head (good decision imo, it would've been such a waste)

Ariel doesn't like high heels and corsets, completely understandable tbh

ooof, her meeting the prince and not being able to speak was so much more devastating with the added thought singing, my baby heart, noooo 😭

apparently Ursula put a spell on Ariel that made her forget her objective of kisskissfallinlove and I don't know how I feel about that (in hindsight it makes sense, this Ariel would've totally jumped Eric's bones, lmao)

Scuttle and Sebastian's banter is fxcking hysterical

roll credits, lmao

oooh, Eric has a stuff room too

Grimsby is best boi

Ariel breaks for goats but not humans, we stan

Anakin would flip his shxt if he saw this dance scene

aaaw, Ariel taught Eric her name

Shalalalalala... You Gotta Kiss The Girl~🎶

Ursula's growly voice 😩👌

I love how Ursula's appearance on shore feels even more sinister than in the animated movie

is... is Scuttle rapping? and she has mad flow?! SEBASTIAN TOO!? also it's actual genius how Scuttle's rap sounds how you'd expect a bird rapping

human Ursula's uuuh... huuuh... 🥵

Grimsbyyy you naughty boi

she's also fxcking terrifying, holy fxckaroni

Eric's waaay too chill about Ariel turning into a mermaid right in his arms, lmao

loving the ominous ink cloud

tentacle raaave

Triton's baaack, baby 👑

I love his character design btw, that clamshell armor is so cool and shiny ✨

mermaid dad sad 🥺😭

the send-off definitely didn't make me cry, shutup

neither did Howard Ashman's name in the credits

#the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023

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legobiwan · 1 year

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Cut Scenes #2: The Destruction of the Sammer Kingdom

I couldn't justify including this section in the latest update to Expiate, as it would have slowed down the narrative unnecessarily. So enjoy, if one can use such a word for this scene, my take on traumatizing Mario and co. with the end of the world.

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“What number was that?”

“Twenty-seven, I think!”

Mario lets loose a vicious oath.

There’s not enough time.

They reach the next set of doors, panting. On the unspoken count of three they push, Mario using his own beleaguered body as a battering ram, slamming his throbbing shoulder into hard-grained wood.

“Twenty…eight…” Bowser heaves, folding over, clasping his knees with shaking hands.

Mario grunts, racing around to Bowser’s rear, pushing at his shell with what little strength he has remaining. “Get moving, Koopa,” he grits, sweat stinging at the corners of his eyes. “We can’t rest, not now.”

The Void belches with a gargantuan roar, spewing an ashen plume of iridescent nothingness which cascades through the sky, specks of obliteration flittering to the ground.

“I know, I know,” Bowser wheezes, one large hand grabbing onto Mario’s bad shoulder for support.

Above them, the Void grumbles.

Mario nods, and a moment later, they’re off again, dashing up and over the podium where another one of Sammer’s men remains steadfast, kneeling in doomed obeisance. Mario wonders what happened to the real Sammer leader, if he’s already dead. It would be kinder, he thinks, than this.

They sprint upwards, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, the world losing hue with each ascension, shadows with no object slithering from the sky. They crash through to the thirty-third level, scraped and bleeding, Peach’s skirt tearing on broken wood, angry splinters gouging into raw fingers and swollen palms as they push another set of doors open.

“Thirty-four,” Peach announces as the ground rumbles, then lets out a calamitous roar, the world phasing in multicolored duality. Bowser is thrown forward, stumbling towards the raised stage before them, perspiration dripping in wild zigzag patterns from his shell. Mario grabs for the nearest stanchion, the vertigo of a near-undone reality knocking him to his knees. He barks out a ragged cough, dirty phlegm rocketing from his lungs.

The taste is necrotic.

One of Sammer’s men stands on the far end of the platform, crimson hat melting around his head, a bright-red trail of sanguine decay creeping from his temple to inner ear. He brandishes a tarnished, silver pike in his right hand, swinging the weapon to a horizontal bar across his body.

“We are doomed!” he proclaims, eyes frenzied and bloodshot, jaw unhinged in an open smile that nearly bisects his face. He yells to the open, bleeding sky, shaking his pike to the falling heavens. “It cannot be stopped!”

“IT CANNOT BE STOPPED!” the guard barks with hysterical laughter, throwing his head back, blood splattering across the broken stage.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

They need to leave, need to run, they -

Mario freezes. Something’s wrong with his shadow.

He looks up. The sun is fading into the outline of a bright halo, what’s left of the sky now fallen into a deep indigo. The tectonic convulsions of the earth peter out, undulating land gently seesawing back to a nervous equilibrium.

Mario grabs Peach’s hand.

Something very, very bad is about to happen.

All at once, static pushes up through the earth in high-pitched, curling squeals. Mario stares, slack-jawed, as the sonic leviathan rises from the ends of the universe, mountains fracturing into shards of bone, forest pummeled into flat, dripping entrails. He thinks he hears Bowser calling for his children, thinks he hears himself shouting for his lost brother, but the Void’s hunger is as loud as it is insatiable, slurping at rivers, needlepoint teeth tearing into the belly of the sky with a satisfied growl that shakes the world. There’s nothing left, nothing but Peach’s hand in his and all Mario can think is please forgive me as the last of existence unspools with a serrated shriek and -

#writing #the eternal struggle #cut scenes #cut scenes from expiate #sammer kingdom #mario #peach #bowser #ugh i guess i need to get back to real life soon boooooo

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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I feel like I needed to get this out somewhere but one thing about HH, and by extension HB, that always kinda made me feel weird was the cursing. Not that the cursing itself made me uncomfortable, I swear like a sailor on the daily, but how the swearing was used in the way of comedy.

Swearing isn’t used to extenuate what’s being said or make what’s being said have more of an “umph” to it. It’s just, used as the joke. Like, the character says “fuck”, that’s it that’s the joke. This is really relevant in the “Happy Day in Hell” promo.

For comparison sake, The Amazing Digital Circus pilot has jokes centered around swearing like Hazbin does, but I think that TADC lands better because the joke isn’t just “haha cartoon jester says fuck” but more so that the joke is the character literally can’t swear. They’re censored against their will, they can’t even do obscene gestures since that’s censored too (Zooble flipping off the cast).

Not only is it a funny bit that tells us a little bit more about the setting but it also means that the show doesn’t rely on swearing to make what the characters say funny and TADC has jokes that land more often because of it (the entire bit with the Gloink Queen and any scene with either Kinger or Jax was fucking hysterical).

Hazbin on the other hand? The jokes don’t do it for me. It’s just kinda, the characters saying profanity and offensive statements that are sometimes funny but not always. Also all of the characters swear the same, it makes them all feel similar and like they have the same voice.

Alastor could use 1930s slang and swear words, or not swear at all and use old timey insults. Vaggie could sound like she’s on a MySpace page of use early 2010s speech or occasionally use Spanish insults. It’s just something that would actually make the swearing funny and would make the characters all have their own voice.

I don’t consider myself apart of the Hazbin or Helluva community but I also don’t think I’m apart of the critical crowd either. I used to be a big fan of both shows and now I’m just kinda disappointed because it feels like the writing is going down hill and I’m not as excited for either show now. I just kinda wanted to get this off my chest since I’ve recently gotten back into animation because of other indie pilots like TADC.

That's the disappointing thing about swearing in HH/HB. It's not that it's heavy on swears, it's the way they're used, or rather all the ways they aren't used.

BoJack reserves one "fuck" a season and pulls it out when someone's cutting ties with BoJack. South Park swears as often as it possibly can because its objective is to push the limit until it snaps. Lackadaisy goes with old-timey curses. TADC literally censors the characters' swearing for comedy but also a certain level of horror.

When characters swear in HH/HB, it's not because Vivzie stopped and gave any thought to which of her characters would swear, and how, and why...it's just because the word "fuck" makes her giggle like a 10-year-old. No more and less.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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burningvelvet · 1 year

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A Mary Shelley journal entry where she writes about Percy Shelley and Lord Byron (Albé) only three months after Percy has died — “when Albé speaks and Shelley does not answer, it is as thunder without rain,—the form of the sun without light or heat,—as any familiar object might be shorn of its best attributes; and I listen with an unspeakable melancholy that yet is not all pain,” — October 19, 1822:

“How painful all change becomes to one, who, entirely and despotically engrossed by [his] own feelings leads, as it were, an internal life, quite different from the outward and apparent one! Whilst my life continues its monotonous course within sterile banks, an under-current disturbs the smooth face of the waters, distorts all objects reflected in it, and the mind is no longer a mirror in which outward events may reflect themselves, but becomes itself the painter and creator. If this perpetual activity has power to vary with endless change the everyday occurrences of a most monotonous life, it appears to be animated with the spirit of tempest and hurricane when any real occurrence diversifies the scene. Thus, to-night, a few bars of a known air seemed to be as a wind to rouse from its depths every deep-seated emotion of my mind. I would have given worlds to have sat, my eyes closed, and listened to them for years. The restraint I was under caused these feelings to vary with rapidity; but the words of the conversation, uninteresting as they might be, seemed all to convey two senses to me, and, touching a chord within me, to form a music of which the speaker was little aware. I do not think that any person’s voice has the same power of awakening melancholy in me as Albé’s. I have been accustomed, when hearing it, to listen and to speak little; another voice, not mine, ever replied—a voice whose strings are broken. When Albé ceases to speak, I expect to hear that other voice, and when I hear another instead, it jars strangely with every association. I have seen so little of Albé since our residence in Switzerland, and, having seen him there every day, his voice—a peculiar one—is engraved on my memory with other sounds and objects from which it can never disunite itself. I have heard Hunt in company and in conversation with many, when my own one was not there. Trelawny, perhaps, is associated in my mind with Edward more than with Shelley. Even our older friends, Peacock and Hogg, might talk together, or with others, and their voices suggest no change to me. But, since incapacity and timidity always prevented my mingling in the nightly conversations of Diodati, they were, as it were, entirely tête-à-tête between my Shelley and Albé; and thus, as I have said, when Albé speaks and Shelley does not answer, it is as thunder without rain,—the form of the sun without light or heat,—as any familiar object might be shorn of its best attributes; and I listen with an unspeakable melancholy that yet is not all pain. The above explains that which would otherwise be an enigma—why Albé, by his mere presence and voice, has the power of exciting such deep and shifting emotions within me. For my feelings have no analogy either with my opinion of him, or the subject of his conversation. With another I might talk, and not for the moment think of Shelley—at least not think of him with the same vividness as if I were alone; but, when in company with Albé, I can never cease for a second to have Shelley in my heart and brain with a clearness that mocks reality—interfering even by its force with the functions of life—until, if tears do not relieve me, the hysterical feeling, analogous to that which the murmur of the sea gives me, presses painfully upon me. Well, for the first time for about a month, I have been in company with Albé for two hours, and, coming home, I write this, so necessary is it for me to express in words the force of my feelings. Shelley, beloved! I look at the stars and at all nature, and it speaks to me of you in the clearest accents. Why cannot you answer me, my own one? Is the instrument so utterly destroyed? I would endure ages of pain to hear one tone of your voice strike on my ear!”

#the romantics #romantic literature #romantic era #gothic literature #poetry #romantic poetry #mary shelley #percy shelley #lord byron #lake geneva 1816 #geneva squad #literature #english literature #dark academia #love #romantic #19th century

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megafaunatic · 7 months

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hi lore ^__^ i just picked up the dear prudence collection after seeing you talk about it in a tag and it interesting me, and i’m really enjoying it so far. i was curious if you have any other book reccs, or favorite books you have read this year? it can be any and unrelated to this one. thanks and hope you’re well!

HI ABIBI I LOVE U !!!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I HAVE LOTS OF BOOK RECS

for readers at home abi is referring to dear prudence by daniel lavery in which lavery goes on a lengthy aside about how "love languages" are bullshit. daniel lavery is hysterical and correct as always

some other books i've read and enjoyed in the last year or so (excluding older books like discworld and jeeves+wooster stories, both of which i have been tearing through and really enjoying; also excluding the super popular (gideon the ninth) (you should read gideon the ninth)):

OBVIOUSLY, WHEN THE ANGELS LEFT THE OLD COUNTRY BY SACHA LAMB. READ WHEN THE ANGELS LEFT THE OLD COUNTRY BY SACHA LAMB. see further lore yelling about this book here [literary ya fantasy]

our wives under the sea by julia armfield for a deeply sad lesbian eldritch horror take on submarine disasters. this book will ruin your day (honorific) [literary horror]

the singing hills cycle by nghi vo for a series of novellas you can read in any order! all about storytelling and what storytelling is and does and does to the teller and the listener. also has a super cool jianghu badass side character [fantasy]

y/n by esther yi for an absurdist story about how kpop fandom makes you insane and worse and grad school also makes you insane and worse and GOD FORBID you combine the two [absurdist literature]

witch king by martha wells for book 1 of what has GOT to be I KNOW IT'S A DUOLOGY i KNOW it is the sequel has just not been officially announced yet. but i think she said something at a con about how there's one in the works. THERE MUST BE. anyway really fun and interesting worldbuilding here [fantasy]

beyond ridiculous by kenneth elliot for a look into the world of DIY gay theater in NYC at the height of the aids crisis. REALLY artistically inspiring and also super fascinating just as a history of a scene and a friend group [nonfiction/theater history]

ok this one's both backlist and was very popular when it came out but probably most 25 year old tumblr users have not read it. well they should read the hare with amber eyes by edmund de waal for a deep DEEP dive into the complicated world of rich jewish art collectors + socialites in odesa, vienna, and paris in the 1800s through the early 1900s by tracing the object history of a collection of netsuke from the opening of japan through the changing landscape of central + western europe and then back to japan [nonfiction/art history]

currently i'm reading cancipin by priest which is a space opera danmei that seeks to answer the questions "could it ever be ethical to do genetic engineering" "how do you build a just society" "is it ever worth it to give up your freedom in exchange for safety and convenience" "how do you keep going after the destruction of your entire planet" "what if data star trek were a beautiful young man and part time robot arm who was best friends with the worst gay people in the entire world" [sci fi/romance]

#book rec

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What they do

We’re told right from the start that the batch are ‘enhanced clones’ and that they each have an ability that makes them special.

But this is an oversimplification. They don’t have different abilities, they all have the same abilities, only in differing proportions. And I’m including Omega in this too. Five enhanced clones.

Hear me out...

Tech tells us: "They manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA, resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind"

Now Wrecker is big. He’s tall and he’s broad, and looks like he should be able to lift a truck without pause, let alone a troop ship. We see him pumping iron using Gonky on more than one occasion. But bodybuilders also look like they’d be really really strong, however, it’s all about the look of the muscle and they’re actually a lot weaker than their bulk suggests.

But we saw him lift that ship off of Cody so where are you going with this?

I don’t think strength is really where his talents lie. His enhancement has increased his physical density, which gives the appearance of far more strength than he actually has. The structure of his body has become vastly dense which allows him to take the strain of lifting that weighty ship without breaking his own bones, or tearing his muscles to shreds in the process.

Any human can physically lift way more weight than we generally actually do, because our brains cut in with all the warning signals to tell us to stop before we break something important.

So sure, if hysterical strength kicks in and overrides those responses people can do incredible things like lift cars off of trapped people, but they pay a heavy price for that afterwards. Torn muscles, crushed joints, cracked bones and teeth, internal bleeding, etc.

So strength alone just isn’t enough to counter the damage caused by such an action. But density just might be.

Look at the scene in TCW where he’s holding Jesse up by the neck. Rex is pushing at him, trying to make him put him down. Now Rex isn’t a small man, but he doesn’t so much as make Wrecker sway slightly, and he should already be off balance by holding a wiggly Jesse.

And it’s easy to ignore how much the clones are struggling to pull him up and away from the dianoga on Bracca because we’re led to assume all of their struggle is them having to pull against the creature in the water, not that they’re struggling to lift his hugely dense and weighty body up to their level.

They get around this same issue in TCW by having Anakin force lift him out of the Echo Chamber instead of the others having to work out how they’re going to get him out of there.

Look how much he was struggling by the end of his fight with Muchi. Sure, it was made into a joke (“He’s losing his touch”), everything with him always is. Right up until it isn’t funny anymore. Like with bouncing his head off of every hard object until his chip activated and he went into full on murder mode. But what if his apparent lack of stamina is simply the byproduct of him struggling to heft his own body weight around for a prolonged period?

There’s a gap between the fight and him walking through the streets of Ord Mantell with Muchi by his side and we don’t get to see if he spent all of that time sitting down and resting (”chargin' up before I charge in”) any more than we get to see him returning to the ship post fight.

But what does this have to do with anyone else?

With Hunter we saw the Zygerrian slaver wrap his electro whip around his arm and he barely reacted to it. And while much of the whip was wrapped around the armour on his arm he was also holding it in his hand. Given just how much those things have hurt people when we’ve seen them used previously it seems unlikely that the thin fabric of his glove would be enough to protect him from feeling it.

Unless the increased density of his body maybe helps to decrease the sensation of pain? That remains unclear as yet, but it’s a possibility.

But we also saw him fall halfway down a mountain and get up again at the bottom. Gregor, a man also wearing the same class of armour that he has, had already said they couldn’t survive that jump, and that was before Hunter solidly bounced off a lot of rocks and trees as he descended.

Oh, he shook his head a little before he got up, but he should have been dead.

We don’t get to see Tech flex his muscles much but he peels that durasteel? panel off the brig wall like it’s nothing.

And what of Crosshair?

In the mess hall we see him trying to be a good boy and not get into a brawl up until the fight comes and lands right in his dinner, at which point he uses his increased density to put enough force behind that flung lunch tray that it not only slams into two other clones, but does it with sufficient force to knock them both right off their feet.

And that’s just not normal.

But neither is the way Omega manages to slide down a cable strong enough to moor the Marauder and prevent it from breaking free and escaping from the crab creatures (in the S2 trailer) without slicing both of her hands open and causing friction burns on top. She certainly should be in no condition to spring up, grab her bow, and start firing shots.

There’s a really good reason abseilers wear sturdy gloves.

It's 'Crosshair's sharpshooting skills', not Crosshair's phenomenal eyesight.

We’re led to assume that it’s his eyesight because we tend to think of shooting as being a linear thing, because straight lines are how projectile weapons work.

But blasters aren’t like slug throwers and we see that every time Crosshair gets his reflector discs out, such as when he mows down a corridor filled with droids, bouncing a single shot off disc after disc and cutting down everything standing in between them, or setting up his Elite Squad to die long before they walk into the training room.

His enhancement is an increased mental processing speed, just like we see in Tech and Omega. It’s his ability to calculate the angles super quickly in order to set up that corridor full of droids on the fly, or to target something 10 klicks/6 miles away and to pre-place a series of reflectors accordingly so they never see it coming that makes him special.

His ability to see where a child jumped into dark night waters after a sinking droid, to calculate the distance and angle, and to shoot a grapple at just the right velocity to hit his target even against all the water resistance. And to calculate all of that in seconds before anyone is stupid enough to jump in after her.

Chances are his eyesight is no better than any other clone.

But he also shows signs that he may feel less pain than is usual, just the same as Hunter does.

A high velocity rifle with a super long barrel filled with as many collimating components as will fit inside must give one hell of a kick. Even with the shoulder padding on his original armour the recoil from the firepuncher throws his shoulder back hard every time but he never shows any sign of pain. Does an increased density of tissue simply mean he doesn’t feel it as much?

And Tech? With his self proclaimed ‘exceptional mind’?

It’s all about the fast speed at which he can process the data he acquires. Which goes well with the excellent flight skills he’s displayed, such as over Ryloth and Daro, which suggest his reaction times are exceptional, allowing him to correct for changes in environment and in combat situations really quickly.

Very similar to Crosshair’s skill, but with a different application.

Omega displayed excellent strategy skills when beating everyone else at dejarik, she identified Cid when none of the others managed to work out who she was, she manipulated Todo 360 into allowing her to repair his leg so she could make her escape from Bane’s ship, while scared and handcuffed she then managed to find the comms station and operate outmoded equipment in order to contact the Batch, then she made her escape from Bora Vio all by herself.

So her processing speed doesn’t appear to be lagging any either.

When the Batch are on Onderon Tech says “I would not discount Omega's insight. A state of heightened awareness is not unusual for an enhanced clone such as herself.”

But they’re all ‘enhanced’, I mean, that’s exactly what’s supposed to make them all so special in the first place.

A ‘state of heightened awareness’ is usually taken to mean a state in which you’re highly aware of your surroundings, hyper vigilant or focused. And those of them whose mental processes have been speeded up should be far more skilled at picking up on subtle cues and background information that other people don’t notice.

It’s like they want to make them force sensitive but without actually letting them access the force because something somewhere once said that clones aren’t force sensitive, so they’ve gone for the next best option.

So they can have hyper senses but no lightsabers.

Hunter sensed the probe droid when it was lurking in the trees and we put that down to his EM detection. But a little earlier, when it was watching them through the trees, Crosshair looked around too, even though there was no indication that there was anything there. So it seems like he felt it in some way too.

We all noted how Hunter appears to ‘feel’ Crosshair’s presence when they’re leaving Ryloth, but one person on a busy planet with a lot of people, communications, construction, etc wouldn’t give off enough of an EM disturbance to pick up at any sort of range unless they were deliberately sending out a signal, and hyper awareness shouldn’t apply since he wasn’t within sight, sound, etc range.

Crosshair seems to know where Caleb is hiding up a tree on Kaller, and he doesn’t buy that he fell over the waterfall for a moment even though there’s no evidence to show otherwise apart from knowing Hunter well enough to know when he’s lying.

In the mess hall fight Tech picks up the threat to Echo from the clone who slams him with the lunch tray even though he isn’t facing him, only turning towards him in time to warn him of the incoming threat.

We don’t notice Wrecker reacting to his surroundings in the same way the others sometimes do, but it’s possible that he might have a better sense of the space around him and the room he takes up and uses this to move around in a small area like the Marauder without bumping into things or stepping on anyone’s toes.

But no one of them noticed the scrappers on Bracca approaching noticeably before any other one does.

And it was no help to them when the Zygerrians snatched them either.

Hang on, Hunter’s skill is EM detection. Tech says so.

Yes, it is. But it’s everyone else’s skill too, they’re maybe not as good at it as he is, but they’re all picking up the signals to some degree.

However, if you’re trying to sell your team of enhanced clones as being unique individuals with a skill that makes each one special, you’re not going to want to point out that they’re all technically doing the same thing.

So they focus on Hunter’s EM detection, Tech’s fast processing, Wrecker’s apparent strength, and Crosshair’s sharp shooting.

Because it sounds fancier that way.

And fancier sells for a higher price.

When they’re talking about getting their experimental clones back Lama Su says “We only need one” and if they all have the same abilities coded into their DNA then that’d be right.

Any of them would suffice to allow them to proceed to the next phase.

#tbb #the bad batch #enhanced skills

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga 4

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 3

Next: Chapter 5

Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Gotham's Spirit (brief), Jason Todd (mentioned once)

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

Warning for panicking/fear via fear toxin.

👻 {Chapter 4 Below!)

One borrowed artifact usage later found Danny and Tucker tumbling out of the portal created by the infi-map, only saved from face-planting into the rough concrete by the natural levitation afforded them by their ghost forms. Still, when the connection snapped back into place they gasped and almost dropped regardless. It was like someone had yanked the curtains away from a window full of sunlight and their eyes needed to adjust.

And the fear. The fear was overwhelming.

“Sam!” Tucker and Danny cried, unintentionally in unison.

“Tucker? Danny?”

“Sam what’s wrong? Where are you?” Tucker asked, frantic.

“Tucker…” Sam wavered as a fresh wave of anxiety overcame her, swamping all else with its sheer volume. “Don’t. You can’t come here, it’s too dangerous!”

And then, “I’m going to die again, for real this time. I don’t want to be a full ghost. I don’t want to, not yet.”

She couldn’t leave them behind.

“Sam this isn’t like you at all,” Danny asked with impossibly increasing alarm. They’d faced a lot and never, not once, had Sam expressed her rare hysterics like this. If even the Pariah Dark and Dark Danny incidents didn’t make her cower, then who or what could?

But Sam’s only response was uptick in horror.

“Guys, guys,” she thought desperately. “They’re going to find us.”

Tucker questioned, “Who Sam? Who is-“

Scenes flashed through her mind in rapid succession- men dressed in white and red crystals and sterile lab tables and the saw-

The elder Fentons, looming over them.

They balked, especially Danny. It was everything from their worst waking nightmares.

“Sam!” Tucker barked. “Focus! Where are you right now?”

Images of the gala poured in.

“Wayne manor,” hissed Danny. “What’s happening there?”

“And how’re we gonna get to Wayne Manor?” Tucker bemoaned. “We don’t know where we are or even have a map of Gotham!”

Danny hesitated, wondering if the PDA would be able to connect to the Fenton satellite like the Ghost Finder. They’d done it once before to reverse-track his parents, but could they use it to find Sam?

As luck would have it, they didn’t need to find out.

A hazy ectoplasmic figure appeared before the duo, making them tense. It was a ghost, that much was obvious, but there were no defining traits to the haze. The figure flickered under their scrutiny but never cleared. Tucker tried to focus on the rough texture of his jeans and the little particles of dust drifting through the air, anything to take the edge off of Sam’s emotions; the fear was only getting more intense and soon it would be crippling. They couldn’t afford to risk that kind of distraction, especially during a fight. And Sam’s urgent pleas to run, get away were horribly distracting. Knowing this was going to be rough, Tucker grimaced. The figure, thankfully, was not hostile.

“I can take you to Manes,” they said. Their voice was hardly that, the words barely discernible to human ears. There were screams and wails and crackles and moans, howling winds and cawing crows.

“No, don’t!” objected Sam.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Danny agreed gratefully and hesitantly. “But uh, who are you?”

The ‘can we trust you?’ was unspoken.

“Gotham,” they introduced. “It’s an honor to meet you, King Phantom.”

“Great, it’s nice to meet you too,” Danny replied, resisting his urge to awkwardly glance to Tucker. As much as he didn’t like all the ghost king nonsense, he wasn’t above using the title if necessary. If Gotham was a city spirit, then they could be immensely helpful.

“The map must have brought us here because they could help us,” Tucker reasoned. Working with the knowledge that sometimes the closest portals to a specific location could be anywhere in time and space, they had asked to be taken to the place they could most quickly find their version of Sam. If Gotham could get them to her then they had to trust the spirit, if only because according to the infi-map said spirit could direct them.

“No!” Sam said harshly. “You can’t get caught!”

“So,” Tucker cleared his suddenly dry throat. “Wayne manor?”

Gotham gurgled and writhed and shot into the sky, Tucker and Danny close behind.

In their heads, Sam screamed her protests.

👻 {Boo!)

Wayne Manor was situated on a hilltop. Tucker was glad gravity didn’t interact with ectoplasmic based organisms in the same way it grounded everything else or they would’ve been out of breath halfway up the incline. As it was they flew with no resistance, three indistinct blurs invisible to living eyes. The manor came into view rapidly to Sam’s vocal dismay and the other two Phantoms scrutinized the building. Wayne manor wasn’t the first manor they’d seen, nor the biggest, but it was still impressive. What was more impressive was the amount of chaos surrounding the manor- cars were scattered about, some on the manicured lawn, several crashed into other cars. There were police vehicles and ambulances too, flashing lights casting sharp beams of bright colored lights into the chaotic dark abyss. The police and medical personnel scuttled every which way, and it was Danny who noted that every single person was equipped with a gas mask of some kind.

It took Tucker an additional moment to realize that there were figures on the roof. Odd, but currently irrelevant.

Danny disagreed, registering that they were fighting. Instantly he felt a tug, an urge to investigate and help, but Gotham didn’t stop and dove straight through one of the outer walls. Immediately Danny put the rooftop quarrel aside and didn’t hesitate to follow the city spirit, not when Sam needed them. It was a good thing too as the mansion was a maze, or it would’ve been if they hadn’t been able to bypass the walls. Still, there were many rooms and without Gotham it would’ve taken them minutes to find Sam. Minutes they might not have. Perhaps realizing that her protests were for naught now that they were so close, Sam quieted down her verbal thoughts, though her fear never abated.

There were guests flung about the various rooms in groups of two and three, cowering and whimpering. Their wide eyes darted and skittered around, tracking nothing.

“What’s wrong with them?” Danny asked, frowning as they passed a hiccupping girl.

It was then that Tucker’s attention turned sharp as he automatically tried to find an answer to Danny's question. It was a habit of his, to try and find answers, and his effort proved fruitful as he saw the faint, yellowish tint in the air. “It’s some kind of gas,” he realized. While the people outside had masks, everyone within the manor was bare faced. He wondered if that was why Sam was so afraid. Aloud to Gotham he asked, “So what’s with this yellow mist?”

“Fear triggering gas,” Gotham rasped, “new variant.”

Tucker took that to be an affirmative.

“What, is that some kind of neurotoxin?” Danny mused.

“Dude, how should I know?” Aloud he remarked, “That explains the masks.”

“But we’re unaffected… do you think going ghost would help Sam?” Danny asked hopefully.

Sam’s presence, petrified and passively lurking, jumped at her name. Still, there was no commentary nor impression from her besides the disconcerting dread.

Tucker mentally shook his head, both as a negative and to refocus. “I don’t know. We haven’t breathed in any of the stuff, and even if we had, the gas wouldn’t be able to find anything to interact with since, you know, ghost biology. Sam’s already infected though so who knows if going ghost would help.”

With a determined frown Danny replied, “We have to try.”

When they phased through the next wall they were met with a large, ornate room full of people. Even with the crowd the two Amity boys spotted Sam hurriedly and rushed past Gotham to her. She was standing, one of the few who still seemed able to, and the haze was noticeably thicker here than it had been in any of the halls. Besides the hazardous vapor there didn’t seem to be any danger, and for that the two were grateful, especially Tucker.

Sam was, as she’d been continually expressing, unhappy that they were there, unjustifiable distress clouding any rational thought. Danny and Tucker looked at one another. They’d been so caught up in getting to Sam and now that they were here, they didn’t quite know what to do.

“Can she phase the gas out?” wondered Danny. Images and memories flickered by, unified by the idea that they could phase out bullets and debris and other miscellaneous things.

“I dunno?” replied Tucker, though they both knew Danny wasn’t asking, rather brainstorming aloud.

“It’s better than nothing,” Danny decided. “You gotta go ghost Sam.”

The girl shook her head frantically. “No,” she said, the denial echoing in their thoughts. Her eyes swiveled around the room, looking at nothing.

“Please?” asked Tucker.

Danny made a thoughtful noise and then reached out a hand, carefully taking hold of Sam’s tense shoulder. Tucker understood his plan moments before it happened, in tandem with Danny as he settled upon his own actions. It wasn’t something they did often, but extending their phasing to objects was possible as it was with people. Danny hoped to phase Sam out of the gas since she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do it herself. His ectoplasmic energy rippled out, entwining with Sam’s own and shifting her a few degrees away from the regular world. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to help and at a loss, he gave a mental nudge through the bond. What else could they do?

Sam’s insistence they leave grew louder again and Tucker glanced around, trying to see if there were any doors or windows they could open to dissipate the fumes. Danny glanced to Gotham, who had been hovering idly. “Do you know if we can do anything to help?”

Gotham echoed physically, like lapping waves oscillating in five dimensions, and sank into the floor.

“Gee, thanks,” Danny huffed.

After a disgruntled second Tucker pointed out, “Intangibility isn’t the same as going ghost. Swapping your biology might just do the trick. Come on Sam, you can do it!”

But Sam didn’t want to- Batman, the GIW, the elder Fentons, her own parents- they couldn’t risk it, she couldn’t risk it with the two boys right there. She downright refused to put a target on them.

Danny pointed out that he and Tucker were already in ghost mode so it was sort of a moot point. What was one more?

That made Sam react. She went ghost, the white rings appearing around her and swapping out her human features for that of her ghost form. She grabbed their wrists and flew, yanking them along as she went shooting through one of the grand windows and out of the mansion altogether, a tattoo of ‘escape-escape-escape’ beating in her head.

“Whoa!” Danny screeched. Tucker decided that, if he’d been human then, he’d have thrown up. Unexpectedly going from a standstill to traveling around 200 miles an hour had that effect.

The two let Sam drag them, unsure of what else to do right then. Danny had dense ectoplasm and between him and Tucker they would be able to stop Sam’s mad flight, but then what? They were still too near the manor and Gotham in general for comfort, not to mention that if they made Sam stop she might decide to fight them. They couldn’t risk a ghost fight outside of Amity.

The dilemma was quickly resolved; it hadn’t taken a full thirty seconds before Sam’s thoughts cleared. It felt like someone had dumped ice water over her human self. The link was flooded with confusion, then embarrassment, then anger, and then finally tempered resentment. Feelings akin to the notion that she shouldn’t have gotten caught like that crawled along the link, the tumultuous ricochets of which were only just beginning to subside now that they were all close together.

Without the intense emotions and the frantic rush to assist Sam it swiftly became apparent that the experience had been draining. Sam was still twitchy and high strung and the boys’ cores were rattling discontentedly.

“We’ve all been caught off guard,” Tucker pointed out, trying to assuage Sam’s agitated thoughts. “It happens.”

“Not to mention that it’s gas. Who would’ve expected that during a party?” Danny added. At the flat feeling from Sam he amended, “A party outside of Amity and anywhere ghost infested.”

“Guys, I know. I just need to process,” Sam sniped, slightly defensive. She didn’t like her own weakness and never had.

The trio of halfas hovered there for a moment, high in the dark cloudy sky. Sam’s broken camera floated in front of her, the straps around her neck preventing it from drifting away. She watched the few strange reflections the scant light cast on the dimly glowing casing and let the link sink into a more stable state.

“We need to go back.”

That was Danny’s thought, vague impressions of maskless people and the rooftop quarrel snaking through his statement. They were rapidly overshadowed by the more solid and practical concepts running through Sam’s mind. They needed to go back because she was supposed to be there and have been there the entire time, and even if they didn’t always get along she couldn’t leave her parents in danger.

Tucker shared his memory of the yellow tinged halls. There hadn’t been immediate danger to the guests as far as they knew and besides, what could they do to help except dissipate the gas?

In response Sam shot back with a memory of her own. The gala crashers had been armed and willing to hurt people. And what had happened to the hostages?

While Tucker processed that new piece of info Danny obligingly pointed out that they could overshadow the crashers, free the hostages, and turn them in.

Sam’s interest spiked, Tucker’s head snapped up, and in between one flash of dry lightning and the next, a plan began to form.

👻 {Boo!)

The plan almost immediately went awry.

“There’s a ghost,” Danny hissed as they returned to the Wayne property, a faint wisp of blue escaping his mouth. A moment later Sam and Tucker exhaled yellow and silver respectively.

Tucker groaned. “Great.”

With years of practice they quickly took inventory, shooting images and scattered words and impressions back and forth. Fortunately, though Sam didn’t have much, Tucker and Danny had rushed straight to the Wayne property from their trip to the Ghost Zone and as a result had a few gadgets that could be utilized against ghosts. Danny tossed Sam the spare thermos he’d packed and a wrist ray.

“Tucker and me on ghost confrontation, Danny you free the hostages,” Sam said, catching the thermos and ray with a nod.

Danny mentally paused for an instant and then sent a swift confirmation. He tended to be more battle oriented than the other two, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t hold their own. In this situation, so far out of Amity, they needed subtly and Danny was anything but. Overshadowing the crashers was something he could do that wouldn’t immediately scream, “Look! Ghosts!” to the world.

“I’d say good luck but we’ve got this,” Tucker said, projecting a confidence he didn’t quite feel.

They split up after that, Sam and Tucker roving the outside and inside of the mansion, searching for the ghost with an intense, single minded focus that only ghosts could have. Danny, invisible and intangible, floated over to an ambulance, hoping to find information on the captives.

There was a lot of chatter to sift through including the numerous reports and updates about the fight on the rooftop, which seemed to have turned into some kind of Mexican-standoff. He perked up upon hearing that the hostage was one of the Wayne kids and drifted closer to the officer who had mentioned it.

“… yeah. Yeah. Have you seen Red Robin yet?” the officer demanded into the talkie he had, eyes scanning the surrounding mayhem. Then the officer scoffed. “I’ll take the witness accounts later, or better yet, make Don do it. I- hello? Hello?”

As the officer shook the device with clear aggression Danny realized that he’d gotten too close and the talkie had shorted out.

Still, what he’d overheard was alarming.

“We might have Batman and team nearby,” he cautioned. “Heads up.”

Tucker was going to say something, likely along the lines of ‘damn, we’re all screwed’ but was interrupted by a mental scowl and elbow from Sam.

He wasn’t wrong though, and Danny chewed his lip. Batman was famous for his detective skills. They had to tread extra carefully now. The dreadful sound of a flatline interrupted his thoughts and with a wince, Danny backed further away from the vehicles lest he accidentally interfere with the various medical electronics in the ambulances. He circled around, trying to get as close to the cop cars as possible to continue listening in.

Meanwhile, Sam wove through and around the mansion furiously, her disquiet and anger fueling her pace. Tucker took a different approach, opting to borrow a phone someone had dropped as a focus and reaching out, searching for anything odd.

“The roof!” Danny suddenly remarked. “The hostages are on the roof with the crashers. There are a few police officers up there too, and two heroes.”

“These guys didn’t plant a bomb or anything, right? ‘Cause there’s a lot of power underneath the house, and it’s not coming from the main power line,” Tucker said.

Danny combed through what he’d heard once more before replying, “Not that I know of-“

“I found the ghost,” Sam interrupted. There was something off in her voice that the boys couldn’t quite place. Sam herself didn’t know either, but it was vaguely unsettling.

“Where are they at?” Danny questioned, heading to the roof.

“He’s fighting the heroes. The hostages are on the other side of the roof but he’s bottlenecking the rescue attempts with the gas and blocking anyone who gets past it.”

Tucker arrived as Danny did and the ghost was immediately obvious.

It was a humanoid ghost with spindly, straw-like hair and a disturbingly stitched face with no nose. The limbs were entirely out of proportion, impossibly long and stick-like, and it was difficult to tell where the sewn skin began and where the tattered, patched clothes ended. His bulging eyes glowed a miasmic yellow and tied around his neck was the distinct form of a noose.

“He can’t see us or he’ll blow our cover wide open,” Danny warned.

“More heroes incoming,” Tucker added, spying more of the local vigilantes approaching. “Just what we needed!”

Sam cursed, feeling a faint and familiar ping in her core. “Jason’s nearby too. He must be a hostage.”

The trio felt a strong, shared sense of exasperation. Yet again it seemed that Murphy’s Law had decided to make things as complicated as possible.

“Of course. Sure. We’re the Phantoms so why not?” Tucker lamented.

After a moment Danny declared, “Somehow I think I should blame Clockwork for this.”

“Seconded,” Sam huffed.

“Thirded,” chimed Tucker.

A dimension away, a time adjacent ghost sneezed.

👻 {Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.)

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Someone had asked if this is on AO3 and it is! I only have one AO3 account but I have a few side blogs to keep my fandoms organized. This has led me to start posted my works anonymously in collections with names linked to my blogs. This one is in the collection called Miscmonstro Incognito and the fic is still named No Title Yet.

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#Halfa trio pretty much from DarkNymfa's Third Time fanfic #danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #fanfic #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #crossover #Halfa!trio Au #*Chekhov's gun intensifies*#fanfiction #miscmonstro writings

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