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anonymous-existences · 9 months ago

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Chapter 17 : Starry Dreams

Wholesome Chapter before tommorow and I write a longer one for you pookies <33

[𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗'𝚜 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗(𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢)]

"ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞..." Nocturn mutters softly as he descended from the makeshift planets of the dream He has placed Danny in. "Nocturn!" Danny cries out for him and ran to hug the Man In relief, "𝕀 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖?" Nocturn asks Curiously with a soft smile as Danny tilts his head with a bemused expression Plastered on his delicate face.

Oh the newer scars that cover his body.. How dare they hurt his little Prince of the Stars... The chosen child of the Astral Gods... Such vile humans, atleast now Fright Knight has them under the Nightmare Realms. Nocturn smiles softly as he Carreses Danny's Cheek softly as Danny continues to embrace his beloved Grandfather. "You're extra sparkly today Grampa." Danny mutters and Nocturn could feel his core quench in happiness as his Dear Phantom has finally called him Grampa. HAH. TAKE THAT CLOCKWORK!! IM THE FAVORITE GRANDPA NOW!!

Nocturn took a deep breathe and nodded. "𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕤." Nocturn says endearingly with an ever so gentle and softer tone, Oh how much he treasured this little Prince... One day once he gains back his full power once again he will torture anyone who dares hurt his dear Phantom... Maybe not everyone so no One fears his Dearest Prince. So may they endear him to their hearts and treasure him as much as he, Dante and many more treasure the prince and Princess.

Klarion will be pleased to hear his little 'cousin' of chaos and destruction Ellie is still being a little demon... Nocturn sighs as he continued to listen to Danny's Day as he listened to Bruce talk to him in his sleep. Damian occasionally visiting and telling him about his day and even introducing Alfred the Cat. Dick being one moment a ray of sunshine then a serious person when his vigilantism comes calling. Stephanie was a new one, she talked about Tim and Tim always Bickered with Her and He could hear Cass giggling at the two bickering. Then there's Barbara Gordon... She sounds like Jazz... It makes his core purr. Duke is also someone new. Duke talks about his day, and talk about school and his crush.

Then there's the occasional Tim Drake being alone with the kid. Everytime he visits he sounded in pain. He talks about how he's watched what's happened to Danny. Danny wants to console him because tim says he's blaming himself for not finding him sooner. They had to wait 2 weeks to find Danny and it pained The Poor Boy. Sometimes Damian too sounds just like tim. They're both blaming themselves for something they couldn't control. Oh these poor boys... Danny wishes he could wake up then and there to console them the way Jazz would have done.

Then there's Bruce... Who Danny likes to call dad now as he occasionally in the month of Danny being asleep sometimes accidentally calls Danny Son, which made Danny laugh. He talks about his family. He barely talks about himself... Then sometimes there's Alfred... He's the butler. Everytime he came around Danny the butler talked about Dad— no... Bruce's Childhood, Saying how much my eyes resemble Miss Martha or Bruce's Mother. He also promised that once He wakes up he will give Danny a jar of cookies he has made and been saving up for Danny. Cass doesn't talk much... But frostbite translates for her, she talks about how much she wishes he'd wake up sooner so they can play. She sounds sweet... Her giggles are sweet too. Jason would come sometimes. He was nice. He loves Dante and Dante loves him, He can't help but smile at the thought of the day they once marry.

Maybe Danny can be the flower Boy or the Best Man, Dante would decide that! Danny wants to watch Dante Marry Jason atleast! He wants to See Dante happy and no longer burdened by the fear of losing Danny or Ellie or any of the Fraid bonds they have created. One day they'll stop running... Maybe they already did...

Frostbite always says to stay safe in my dreams. Maybe he knows he can hear them.. that's relieving. he wants to wake up too. He wants to wake up now as well. His core felt more energized than before! Surely he can wake up now.

He wants to wake up.

Wake up...

"𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕨?" He hears nocturn ask and he felt himself blink as he stared up at his Grandfather... And Danny Spoke up.

"I..."

"ꀤ ꅏꍏꈤ꓄ ꓄ꂦ ꅏꍏꀘꍟ ꀎꉣ."

Danny widens his eyes and gasping for air as he finally managed to move his body and Wake up. "D-Danny!" Bruce was beside him mid sentence about how Damian was very well behaved today for Danny, Dante was also there and He immediately called frostbite who soon emerges from a Portal. "Oh Great One. Calm down..." He puts his giant paw on Danny's Chest as Danny Stabilizes his breathing and nodding with Frostbite speaking to Calm him back down. "Are you alright danny?" Bruce asks, his heart aching in worry and Danny just laughs and smiles whilst nodding.

"Nocturn .. was there to console me" Danny says with a soft tone, his voice felt ethereal at best. "Calm down with the god Stuff Boy." Dante states and Danny laughs even more and took a deep breathe, his hair that felt as though they were floating just a few seconds ago fell back into their normal place, the other kids was running down Damian And Tim especially. Damian Crashed and Tackled the door Open. "oh fucking god you okay Dami?" Tim asks unexpectedly and Damian nods. Danny laughs at them and almost falls off the Bed but Bruce caught him before he does and sighed in relief. Danny kicked his legs happily and Hugged Bruce.

"You're my Dad Now!" He says happily whilst giggling and Bruce swore his heart skipped a beat, did the kid hear everything they said? Oh my... He must've been waiting to wake himself up... Bruce pats Danny's head and hugs him back. "I guess that's your approval Bruce." Dante chuckled and stood up, Jason hugging Dante's arm but Dante wrapping both of his muscular arms around Jason and Pulling him closer instead. They both looked happy and relieved that Danny is finally awake and as soon as he did he chose Bruce immediately. Jason finally understands Bruce just a little bit more.... Probably because of The Forced Therapy with one of Dan's Friends, Valerie— damn she's brutal.

Anyways that's not the point right now, the point is that Danny has chosen his new Fraid Family... And somehow that brought all of them together as an actual family. Dante ruffles Danny's hair and pressed their foreheads together. "You did amazing Danny... Hopefully Nocturn listened to all your worries and woes and gave you a peaceful clear mind." Dante smiled and Danny nodded profusely. "Nocturn was nice! Always is! He's my favorite grandpa!" Danny laughs and slowly gets off the bed with Frostbite's Help. "Oh Clockwork is so gonna cry to that...." Dante laughed menacingly. Scheming Hot Man of His. Jason loves this man so much.

Please let this Happiness in their life continue... Please don't cause these poor Phantoms of his more Pain.

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚... 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌...

"Oh please Dear Jasmine... Many things are to come in the future. I didn't say the method would be peaceful..!" Clockwork chuckled as he recovered from his pain of being called the second Favorite Grandfather.

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆... 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 .. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔... 𝑰 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉.... 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

Clockwork nods and chuckled amusingly, "You Will soon Jasmine~... Soon enough! Time is Patience and Patience is Time! May the River's water grow shallow and reveal it's hidden secrets but before that we must wait! For waiting is better than forcing." Clockwork smirked Cheekily.

Jazz hated that Smile.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #danny phantom fandom #dcu #dp x dc #ao3 #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #dcxdp fanfic #dcxdp fic #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #dark danny #jazz fenton

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angelicalchaoticabyss · 3 years ago

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Children of House Star Runner....whatever happened to their father?

"The Star Runners? What…would you want to know about the Star Runners? You're new to the Republic and they're quite secretive, how did you come by the family name?"

"Hm, I suppose it's no dough off my bones. The Star Runners are a family of a four siblings. Nightsky Squid Cookie who is the eldest and most mysterious sister, Corvus Cookie the second eldest and only son, as well as quite charming in an aggressive fashion. Followed after is the youngest sister Midnight Cookie who's eyes always seem to stare, and lastly following the blind yet youngest sibling Stargazer Cookie. Some say Stargazer's hearing is so keen…they can even hear the stars twinkle. The siblings worship the stars above and even occasionally perform beautiful shows for the cookies of the Republic through magical stardust and lights. They're truly a mysterious bunch. I believe they're much more powerful than they appearance...and hold the Republic in their hands."

(They also worship Clockwork Comet and Cobalt Star, they have their own pocket dimension of starry ink. Usually for storing stuff or…other things. The "horns" on their heads are tentacles, their jam is black and starry.)

The Birds of Prey Assassins guild is exactly how it sounds, mainly hiring animal based cookies. It's funded by the mighty Leviathan who was just bored one day in its many eons and went "Why not."

Leviathan was and still is a feared beast who even had to be imprisoned by Sea fairy once for being THAT uncontrollable. He's even become basically a ghost story to sea cookies of the "It'll come for you if you're bad" variety, a myth to many few know he exists. Really calmed down over the years but the beast is still in there.

Eldritch creature that also has a cult of sea cookies following him, he's not cruel or evil but can be VERY volatile. His magic when put into others also makes them eldritch with mind altering abilities and food tastes. There was one particular cookie it did this too that he now views as a son.

Red Wine Cookie was a nobleman apart of a large family. As heir it was his duty to continue the family name but the arranged partner was less than stellar. Not for gender, appearance, or anything shallow. But they were genuinely conceited, rude, and spoke to him so condescendingly to the point of being abusive. The parents didn't listen and told him to just go through with it. On his wedding day in the dressing room he snapped. He was NOT going to take this so he ran far away and became the lighthouse keeper. And honestly, he preferred it.

He feels like Tropic Bunny is familiar….looks shockingly similar to a niece of his that was abandoned as a baby due to being a "bastard child" (Fatherless). She lives on a shore close to the light house with orchards of fruit trees where it's just her with her pet.

Tropic is his niece and she was abandoned at birth due to being born out of wedlock and even then her father was not of noble jam so she was worthless to them in many ways, Red Wine tried to speak out against abandoning her but he was quickly silenced.

Red wine is friendly and a genuinely nice man, he's loved at the village he shops at for his gentle and helpful nature. For ships lost out during storms he'll do everything in his power to guide them to shore and when he has time will assist the villagers with some things they need done.

Magnolia is a young dragon who's parent died long before they hatched. Left in a long lasting flame the little one still hadn't hatched until Michael Cookie (a guy who got Isekai'd) found the egg. He heard their voice in his head saying it was cold and found the egg in dying embers.

He took the egg and went to a specific dragon to make a proper nest so they could hatch. A curious and friendly little being who has a lot of love to share.

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dailudannos · 5 years ago

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Reverse Role P2!

I have more developed spreadsheets and character builds ready. So now I feel confident in sharing a part 2 of my very special AU.

{TW: This talks about causes of death; I'm incredibly sorry if anyone is not able to handle it}

(This is very long, working on mobile sucks)

Pariah Dark is a wild child and more of the wild card than what Fright Knight is

Peter Moore grew up as another rich kid next door to Arthur, and cherished his bromance with him in his best friend's time of need. But he acts more of a frat boy when it comes to high school

Freshman year and he already gets in detention for reasons he doesn't even know. No bad grades, just bad conduct is all. Arthur usually has to keep him in check when it comes to keeping a low profile as a ghost superhero

Before his halfa beginning trying to save Arthur from a house fire, he went inside and his eye was slashed by the bearer of the sword protecting Arthur's body, and has a scar on his left eye, trailing down his face

Sidney Poindexter is alive and well in this alternative universe. Very intelligent and extremely smart, he could've been a scientist, but instead became a high school teacher to help the other kids out

He's young in this AU, as he was young in the show. Only 25 years old and he can kind of relate to the kids. It's mostly forms of science that are best with the students

Penelope; human biology, Damien; botany & biology, Nicolas; study of atoms & molecule studies, Amber; Study of sound and soundwaves, Jeremiah; Biology & genetic mutations, Braden; Marine Biology, and Arthur/Peter are good test students to use for an experiment

Although he can be strict sometimes, he still helps his students to the best of his ability

Youngblood is all grown up as well, and has a lot to show as mayor of Amity Park

Taylor Elizabeth, aged 28, good-looking, and wishing for the well-being of the next generation of hard working citizens of Amity Park. He got “youngblood” as a nickname bc he’s lived in Amity for almost all his life. He loves it here, even if it is weird with its ghostly residents

The kids call him Mayor Youngblood, cause it’s just fun to say. Taylor doesn’t mind, because they’re only kids, you only live once (right?)

Lunch Lady is your every day, average...well...lunch lady! She loves her job as a chef at school. And enjoys having her time spent with the kids that she’s come to know over the years.

Lucille Landerman, just like a mother hen, she dotes on the boys when they compliment on her cooking. She’s not just MEAT MEAT MEAT, and makes meals for kids with specific allergies. She looks at JJ like the sweet little boy she thinks he is, and he smiles awkwardly as she pats him on the shoulder

Sometimes, when no ones looking, she give extra dessert to Damien and Braden, and cookies to the rest of the kids.

And she’s no granny, let me tell you. When she was younger, she use to fight on rooftops and be super big for her age. But when a ghost or attacker tries to hurt the kids she feeds, you bet she’s gonna hit them with an iron skillet on the head

Box Ghost is the same as Lunch Lady, very caring and usual easy going with the kids, even if they are having a bad day, he'll pull out a pun or two to cheer anyone up

Bejamin Boxmore; early 40's, school janitor/custodian. He likes having Damien around, especially when he needs help with a heavy load of boxes coming and going into the supply closet. At the end of the day, he'll give the good-natured boy a little gift-wrapped box, usually with a trinket or a tiny flower pot as a thanks

And he's not at all going to deal with the tomfoolery of some ghost that wants to hurt the good students of Casper High, so he always carries at least a broom or a mop with him at all times

He has a little girl from a past marriage named Lucy; he adores her everytime she comes over to his house on the weekends

Siblings Dorothea and Aragon are always by each other's side, stuck to one another like glue. They have their backs covered, and defend anyone who can't defend themselves

Dorothy and Alexander Pendragon come groom a long line of royalty, and their wealth says so. Born twins, Alex usually takes the lead as the older twin, but Dorothy takes charge with a plan in mind. They've both known Penelope and Arthur for a long time, and became friends based on their hatred for being the rich kids on the block

Dorothy is extremely intelligent when it comes to engineering and technical difficulties, which makes her a good study partner

Alex is the bronze of the two, thinking mostly with his fists rather than with his head. Dorothy usually has to keep him from getting into trouble, and even then that doesn't help

They both came into their powers when they inherited strange matching medallions from two great grandparents, that were also twins. When they finally put them on, they couldn't handle the powers the jewels possessed, and their lives were forever changed

In their ghostly forms, they have a reptilian appearance reassembling a dragonborn child, but with wings and a tail. They have abilities the same as a ghost, with fire breathing and a dragon form

They're referred to as "The Dragon Twins" as they're forms look exactly the same, except Alex is black and white, and Dorothy is blue and green

Clockwork is a teenaged genius with the mental capacity between a child, a teenager and a 42 year old man. He's the top of his class and an intelligent young man

His ADHD can leave him acting like the total opposite of what he normally acts like. First a mature, composed 15 year old child genius, to an adrenaline junkie for a taste of fun and cotton candy

His coming-of-ghostly-status resulted from multiple gunshots in the legs, which were almost fatal if the angel of death had not intervened. He woke up in the hospital, paralyzed to the waist down, and being able to slow down time at will

The name "Clockwork" was strung together by JJ, who insisted his time controlling powers were amazing, and he needed a name to match such cool abilities

Nocturne is the weird kid from middle school that turned the hot guy that can literally SHAPESHIFT FROM BOY TO GIRL-HOW DOES HE DO IT???

He's also really laid back and goes with the flow of things. He's known more as a gentle giant bc of his height. But he also loves to help some of the shorter teachers out in case they can't reach anything

Nova Lewis is one of the few very mysterious kids in school. Nobody knows if he is a he, a she, a they??? It's confusing to everyone at school, but only Nova knows that

They're great friends with Charlie and are exceptionally great with the other kids too. Arthur and Peter welcomed him with bear hugs when they found another ally in the ghost half team. The girls love to take fashion advice from them based on their own style, and being that he's tall and lanky, he helps JJ with annything taller than 5'9"

How they came to be was really twisted and horrible. Nova's parents had been in a cult for years, hiding from him in secret, worshipping to one and only 'dreamer god' who would whisper sweet nothings to make the pain of reality go away. One day, in order to 'summon' his great god, there needed to be a sacrifice; someone who was young, and free, and had the most innocence

Bingo! Nova was taken and blindfolded, deep into the woods, on a starry night, when the moon was full, and brought into a circle of concrete with symbols on it. The deed was done, blood had been spilled from the mouth of the young child, but nothing happened. The followers left, leaving the body behind, when Nova gasped once more for life

The very next day he went to the police and filed an attempted cult killing by his parents, and they were arrested for attempted murder; now he lives with his aunt in Amity

Omg I am SO gonna do origin story comics because I love doing every single back story for these characters

#danny phantom #reverse role au #dp pariah dark #dp dorathea #sidney poindexter #dp youngblood #dp lunch lady #dp box ghost #dp aragon #dp clockwork #dp nocturne #I think I went into more depth with nocturne than anybody else #more depth more story I guess

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bowieandqueen11 · 6 years ago

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Could I get a David/Male Reader please? Can be literally anything, I just need something to keep going please

Hello love! Your wish is my command ;) Hope you’re doing well!! <3

Raising one hand to rub groggily against your eyelids, your eyes blink awake, sleep falling from the crinkled corners like little remnants of stardust. Pushing yourself onto one elbow, the maroon sofa scratchy against your skin, you wonder where on earth David could have got to. The chunky cream knitted blanket lies pooled on the floor at your feet, your grey NASA hoodie lying next to it, strewn off during your and David’s earlier cuddling session, his thin arms glistening with sweat had yanked it over your hair, both for comfort and so he could pull you back flush against him, wrapping himself around you like the big spoon as five slender fingers make prickling goosebumps rise on the skin of your chest as they swirl above your naval, a shiver running over your stomach.

Groaning slightly to yourself at the memory, your chest aching at the loss of intimate contact as your heart pounds faster in your ears, your feet plant themselves heavily upon the cold oak floor, swaying slightly from side to side. Passing the remnants of cookie crumbs and half-forgotten, half-deserted cups of lukewarm tea that lie littered on the streaming glass table in front of you, you reach down to pick up the black remote that lies tucked and hidden in the crack of the sofa before turning off the rolling credits of ‘A Clockwork Orange’. Rubbing your stomach gently, your feet pad heavily past the cracking white door-frame of the living room as you enter the hallway, wondering if David had sneaked into the kitchen for a beer. However, you shake slightly, running your hands up and down the trembling hairs of your arms as you realise the patio door has been left wide open, the chirping sounds of crickets floating into your ears like a small symphony, the moonlight bathing the inky night and the glittering stars like rippled reflections of a silver lake.

Heading out, you squint, barely making out the faint intakes of chill air from in front of you as the trees shake and tremble like scared children in the wind, cold and alone. You manage to stumble forward, the fat beads of dew resting on the grass crunching underneath your feet staining them wet like you were walking further onto the ridge of the misty lake, being guided forward by the tufts of orange hair that lay flat against the ground like a mirage. Finally reaching him, you collapse down onto the soft, cloud-like blanket David had thrown upon the ground, before he turns slowly to face you, his face almost translucent and otherworldly underneath the glow of the magical moon.

‘Sorry love,’ he whispers, ‘I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked too peaceful.’ He lets out a low throaty chuckle as you let out a humorous huff, rolling your eyes slightly in reply. He grabs your hand, intertwining your coarse fingers with his slender ones, as soft as woven silk as he points your combined hand up at the sky, sighing in bliss as he uses it to point out the constellations that blaze above the two of you. His look of utter peace turns into one of devotion as his mismatched eyes turn to face you, running gently over the strong curves of your face as his thin lips stretch into a line. ‘How did I get so lucky to find you in this wide universe, huh love?’

You reach down to press a loving kiss against his plump and eager lips, his cold hand reaching down under your shirt, tracing the dips and bumps of your chest, craving your warmth as his other hand comes to rest on the mop of curls resting on top of your head, rolling the two of you over so he lies on top of you, his knees straddling your waist, rough and harsh against the ground. As the stars twinkle and burn, surrounding the curves of his cheeks and the sharp line of his jaw in a halo of light, he grins down cheekily at you, and your heart races at the thought of what the rest of this starry night held for you two, the moon your only witness.

#bowie #david bowie #bowie imagines #david bowie imagines #bowie fluff #classic rock #classic rock imagine #glam rock #glam rock imagine

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creepypasta-fandom-is-trash · 7 years ago

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What are each of the Creepy Noodle's aesthetics?

YES MY TIME HAS COME this is a long post btw.

Slender - Dark Spring, saturated purples and dark greens, old moss-covered trees, rolling thunderstorms yet to begin. Silence and the smell of earth. An uneasy loneliness that tugs at your heartstrings.

Splendor - Summer meadows, warm rays of light, the taste of vanilla cupcakes. Silly songs and rich gardens. The feeling of being connected to a close friend.

Trendy - Rainy nights. Coffee stained sketchbook papers and the sound of an electric kettle. lofi hip-hop music playing softly in the background of a dimly lit room.

Offender - Empty houses, chipping paint and velvet seats. Dark gray and maroon. Stained wineglasses and the smell of ash. A caving loneliness broken up by sparks from the fireplace.

Zalgo - Ruined castles. Tall ceilings with beautiful (and dirty) stained glass windows. Soot-stained marble and the smell of fire. The booming roar of thunder outside followed by uneasy silence.

Jeff - Purple smoke, the smell of lilac and regret. Painful anxiety and the warmth of a familiar jacket. Missing someone who you can’t quite name. The sound of a creek after it rains.

Liu - Cedar wood and wool scarves. The feeling of rediscovering an old toy or game. Birds chirping early in the morning. Watching cartoons while eatng fruity pebbles and wearing your favorite pajamas.

Jane - A vast, starry sky, an unsolved Rubix cube. Ripped lace and torn stockings. Feeling lost in a place you know well. Being told where you’re going but not how you’re going to get there.

Sally - Sneaking downstairs on Christmas morning, the excitement of sparklers on the 4th of july. Lofthouse cookies and chocolate milk. Sleeping with your favorite stuffed animal.

Lazari - Going somewhere new for the first time. Nutella and banana sandwhiches. Violet bubbles and strawberry milk. Fuzzy socks against white and black floor tiles.

Clockwork - Smudged black eyeliner, bloody guitar strings. The graffiti- covered underside to a bridge. A subtle feeling of broiling rage and loneliness.

LJ - Abandoned amusement parks, faded spraypaint, and fresh butterscotch. The sound of shanty music followed by the sensation of lonely nights and screaming.

Helen - Paintsplattered floorboards, faded gray walls, and cups stained with rings of rainbows. The feeling of intense focus and the warmth of the sun filtering in through the open window.

Jason - The excitement of a roadtrip, the euphoria of dancing in the dark with your closest friend, and the warmth of a diner at 2am. Paintsplattered mustang doors and the DD album blasting.

Puppet - Soft gray sweaters, tiny yellow flowers, hummed tunes. Quiet walks in the park and gazing at the lives of others. Sonder feelings. Cool breezes fluttering over your exposed nose and cheeks.

BEN - Graphic t-shirts and clean new shoes. The smell of lilly air fresheners mixed with the plastic of a console. An old buzzing noise from a TV in the 90′s or early 2000′s.

Toby - Bright friendship bracelets and coca-cola in the glass bottle. Nervously holding hands with someone when you’re scared. Orange and dark blue. The feeling of sleeping in all day.

Tim - Empty parking garages, old structures in the woods. Sarcastic arguing early in the morning while sipping on bitter coffee. The taste of pill capsules mixed with cold soda. Pecan pie.

Brian - Staring at the clouds, tall grass in medows, and soft music fluttering from old headphones. Being excited about your favorite shirt being out of the wash. Apple fritters.

Eyeless - Fairy lights and freckles, being excited about your favorite book/musical/movie. The sinking feeling of numbness and the sensation of being left out and alone. The sight of burned ruins that once was a happy home.

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27. “Son of a bitch. It’s you.” Killervibe!

Today’s NaNo fic is a long one, and a tad more serious than I planned, but I still hope you like it!

Mosylu explain yourself pls

Secret Admirer

They all stood around the table in the cortex, studying the bright red candy box.

Barry picked up the card. “To Cisco,” he read. “From a secret admirer.” He looked up. “That’s not ominous at all.”

“It was delivered to the police station, not here or your house,” Iris said. “So they know your name and that you sometimes help the cops.”

“Do you think there’s a tracker on it?” Barry wondered. “ Like they’re trying to find out your home address? Or what if they suspect that you’re Vibe?”

“The cops looked over it thoroughly,” Iris said. “X-ray and everything.”

“And, hey, I vibed it too, because I’m not actually a moron,” Cisco said. “All I got off the box was the fight that the girl who packed it had with her girlfriend and the hot threesome the postal carrier had with his neighbors last night.” At their looks, he spread his hands. “I do not control this stuff, you guys.”

“According to the shop, it was an online order,” Caitlin reported. “Paid by a prepaid gift card.”

Iris looked up, eyes bright. “Is there an email address attached to the order?”

“Yes, but it was a dcmail address. Anyone can get one of those. And it was Ciscos_Secret_Admirer, so I think it’s pretty clear it was created just for this.”

“Okay, that’s really ominous,” Barry said.

“Orrrrrrr … ” Cisco said, “it’s Valentine’s Day in a week. Maybe I actually have a secret admirer who sent me candy because they think I’m sweet.” He ripped the plastic off the box, pulled it open, and selected a bonbon.

“Cisco!” Iris said, half-laughing. “You’re eating it?”

“Why not?” he said, with his mouth full of chocolate. “It’s my favorite kind. Want some?”

“Oh my god, no! Caitlin, come on, help me out. I can’t believe you’re not at least giving him the stink eye.”

“Actually,” Caitlin said, “I don’t see the harm. It’s fully packaged, from a reputable shop that shipped it directly. The police station examined it once when it arrived there, and Cisco vibed on it himself. All indications are it’s just a gift from a secret admirer, like it says. Why shouldn’t he eat his own candy?”

“Thank you,” Cisco said, and held up his hand for a high five, which was delivered. “Want some?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s yours.”

Over the next few days, regular as clockwork, more gifts arrived from his secret admirer. A giant teddy bear. A bottle of wine. A bouquet of roses. All of them ordered online, delivered to the police station, and impossible to vibe on.

Cisco got a lot of ribbing from the guys on the force, but he would grab his new present and say, “You’re all haters because you slobs ain’t getting shit.” He flicked his fingers over the three dozen yellow, orange, and red roses, grinning broadly. “And it takes a real man to like flowers.”

One day, the present was just a folded-up sheet of paper, which was kind of a let-down after everything else. Cisco opened it and let out a noise somewhere between a yelp and a moan.

“What? What is it?”

He looked up, starry-eyed. “They gave me a hundred dollar Steam gift card. Shit. This person totally gets me.”

Two days before Valentine’s Day, Cisco bounced around his lab, humming. His presents usually turned up around noontime, so he’d fallen into the habit of running out for lunch to one of the places near the police station.

He’d had a rough year since calling it quits with Cynthia. She’d been the first person he’d ever thought could be The One, and it had been a horrible shock to realize that someone being The One didn’t mean the universe was going to just hand them an Everything-Works-Out card. Now she was the one that got away, and Cisco had spent the year feeling like shit because he couldn’t make it work. A string of terrible dates and a soulless one-night stand had also left him feeling like he’d lost his only chance at love, like the world was cold and grey and devoid of the possibility of happiness.

This secret admirer business had buoyed his spirits, though. Okay, he had a tragic love story in his past now, but it didn’t mean romance couldn’t be right around the corner with someone else. Maybe, right?

Maybe sounded awfully good to him at the moment.

He was so busy thinking about what might be next - something sexy maybe? - that he knocked over his oil can. Of course, the loose cap came off and the contents went everywhere.

He yelped, swore, and got to work cleaning the oil up, which took forever. Then when he went back to his calculations, he found that “everywhere” had included his entire precious stash of dry-erase markers. He could “liberate” another box from the cop shop later (Joe always sighed, “Singh is gonna arrest you one day and I won’t even stop him”) but he needed one now.

He went up to Caitlin’s lab. She didn’t use them like he did, but she had her own little stash, in fun colors, too.

She was hunched over a microscope, lips pursed, tap-tap-tapping a pen.

“Dry erase markers?” he said.

“Top left drawer,” she said without looking up.

He tugged open one of the drawers at her desk and scanned the contents. No markers. He realized it was the top right drawer and was about to close it when something caught his eye.

A prepaid gift card.

He frowned at it.

Why would Caitlin have a prepaid gift card for - holy shit. Five hundred dollars?

Maybe it was in case she forgot her wallet. Maybe this was some weird budgeting hack she’d read about. Maybe she …

Ordered stuff online.

He reached in and picked it up. On the backside was a post-it, with notations in Caitlin’s neat handwriting. He read through the list.

Candy store.

Flower shop.

Novelty stuffed-animal website.

Fancy wine store.

The Steam website.

The incredible bakery by her house.

His favorite fancy-pants restaurant.

“Cisco,” Caitlin called out. “Did you find it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sure did.”

When he turned, she had lifted her head from the microscope. The guilty look on her face erased his last doubt that the card he held had any alternate explanation.

“I - ” she said in a very small voice. “I said the top left.”

“Son of a bitch,” he said. “It’s you.”

He sat looking at the gift card, conscious of a weird, deflated feeling in his chest. A knot of something he couldn’t quite identify.

“I - ” she said, and stopped.

He looked up at her - one of his best friends. Someone who’d been right there for him at all his worst points, like he’d been for her.

Someone who’d spent the whole past week - no, knowing her, the whole past month, at least - putting time and energy and thought and a not-inconsiderable amount of money into showering him with gifts and affection, and seeing him bounce and smile around Star Labs without claiming any credit.

Her head had drooped down, and her shoulders were folded in tight.

“Hey,” he said softly.

She said, “Look, I -”

He held the card up. “This? Was super sweet, Caitlin. Thank you.” He set it down by her computer and went to give her a quick hug. “You knew how rough this V-Day was going to be and you wanted to give me some happy buzz. You’re the best, you know that?”

She was still sitting on her chair, chin tipped up, eyes big.

He kissed her cheek. “Seriously. This has been so much fun, these presents. And they were amazing. Thank you.”

“You - you’re welcome,” she mumbled.

“Look, I’m about to go grab lunch and stop by the station for - ” He laughed. “Well, you know what, don’t you? You wrote down Cameron’s Bakery - I’m guessing cupcakes? Maybe cookies?”

She nodded like a bobble-head doll. “Cupcakes. Red velvet cupcakes.”

“All right. So I’ll bring those back, and we can share, and hey, you know what? I’m grabbing your lunch, too.”

“N-no. That’s okay, I -”

“You’ve been giving me a lot this week, least I can do is pick you up your favorite sandwich, right?”

“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he echoed. “See you in a little bit.”

He went downstairs for his wallet and breached out to a handy alley near the station. He wavered between going there first or grabbing the food - but her favorite sandwich place was five blocks in the other direction. He headed for the station.

“Finally, you’re here!” Iris said. She’d been at the station all morning, reading through case files from about the 1940s that weren’t yet digitized. “I’ve had to practically throw my body on today’s present.” With a dirty look to the desk sergeant, she handed Cisco a dark green box with swirly silver script.

“Come on,” the sergeant mumbled. “We all know what a Cameron’s Bakery box looks like.”

“Well, you can go buy your own,” Cisco said, forcing cheer. “This one’s mine. Thanks for protecting it, Iris.”

She gave him a quizzical look. “Aren’t you going to open it and see what’s inside?”

“I’m afraid of a stampede,” he joked.

Iris didn’t laugh. “You okay? I thought you loved that place.”

He traced his finger over the lettering. “I do. But I need food-food right now, too.” He waved at her with the box and went on his way, wondering if Iris or Barry had been in on it. But no, after their initial skepticism, they’d been into it, cooing over the presents and speculating on identities.

Why hadn’t he told her? “Oh, guess what, craziest thing - it’s Caitlin!”

Maybe because he still had that weird knot of he-didn’t-know-what in his chest.

He couldn’t deny that it had been exciting to have a mystery admirer. Who didn’t love that? Sure, there was the risk they would be someone he wasn’t attracted to. But he’d at least known that someone was attracted to him, coming off a year where he didn’t feel lovable or even sometimes likeable.

But hey. Come on. She was one of his very best friends. She liked him enough to think all this up, just to see him smile. Actually, now that he thought about it, maybe he should have figured on it being someone who knew him really well, and that would have narrowed the field down hard.

He looked at the box of cupcakes in his hand.

She’d brought him a cupcake for his birthday once, during the terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad nine months they’d spent between the explosion and Barry waking up. This exact cupcake, in fact, red velvet from Cameron’s Bakery.

Would he have figured it out then? Or would it have passed right over his head like all the other hints?

Hadn’t he been saying this whole time how perfect these gifts were? How well his secret admirer got him? She knew his favorite kind of chocolates, his favorite wine, how much he dropped on Steam every year.

She’d even heard him once, years ago, talk about how much he’d like to be wooed someday. That guys did all the wooing in straight relationships, and while he loved doing it, how cool it would be for a girl to do the whole showering-him-with-stuffed-animals-and-flowers thing sometime.

He paused across the road from the sandwich place, checked the oncoming traffic, and jaywalked without compunction.

The thing that stung so strangely - the thing that made him list all the reasons it was so awesome, like he was trying to convince himself to appreciate it - was that here and there over the years, he’d wondered about Caitlin. You know. Like that.

And if she’d been his secret admirer in a romantic way - if all those gifts and surprises were wooing and not just a friend knowing exactly what would make him happy - that would have been …

Well. Honestly, it would have been pretty cool.

He’d had a little crush on her when they first met, but she’d been with Ronnie. The crush had softened into friendship, but the friendship still had a little crushy tinge from time to time. But “from time to time” always seemed to be bad timing.

They’d been friends nearly seven years, through thick and thin. Oh, so much thin. All that time - surely any diem they might have carpe’d was long gone.

Right?

He frowned at the familiar signboard with the specials of the day, and went to stand in line. When he ordered - “chicken salad, with just a little bit of honey mustard” - the worker wrote “Caitlin” on the wrapper without even checking. On autopilot, he grabbed her a bottle of iced tea and himself a bottle of soda.

With the bag swinging from his wrist and the bakery box in his other hand, he found an alley and breached back into his lab, where he dropped everything on his table in a jumble.

The roses sat in a vase on one of his work tables. For some reason, he just stared at them for several minutes.

She’d gotten everything else dead on. Perfect, down to the squashiness of the giant teddy bear, which now was the best gaming chair he’d ever had. But the flowers -

He did like flowers. But his picks were sunflowers, or blue daisies, not roses especially. Why had she gotten him roses?

Didn’t rose colors have special meanings? It would be just like Caitlin to encode her posies. He pulled out his phone and looked it up.

Yellow - friendship, joy, warmth. Okay, that made sense.

Orange - passion, energy. Oh. Uh. Hey. Well, maybe that referred to him, to all his passion and energy for, um, saving the city on a daily basis.

But red? Everyone knew what red roses meant.

He reached out and pulled one of the red roses from the vase. The water dripped cool into his palm and ran down his wrist. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger a moment, and then grabbed the bag of their lunches and took both flower and food with him upstairs.

She sat at her computer, the gift card in hand, staring at the screen. Across the top was the logo of his favorite restaurant, and underneath that, the reservation tab.

“You waited this long to make a reservation?” he asked. “For Valentine’s day?”

She jumped and minimized the screen with a laugh that sounded fake. “No, of course not. I made it a month ago. I was just checking on it. Thinking about canceling. That was supposed to be the big reveal, after all, but now it’s just going to be a meal.”

“Caitlin,” he said, suddenly afraid.

“But!” she said brightly. “You know what. It is your favorite restaurant, and you should get to eat there. So the reservation’s in your name, and they have my credit card on file, so you go, okay? By yourself, or - or take whoever you’d like. Have a lovely time. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She was so bright and chipper. She looked like she was about to shatter.

He set the food down next to her computer and pulled an extra chair over. “What if I want to take you?”

She looked away. “Don’t you think that would be a little strange? Around all the happy couples?”

“That was the original plan,” he pointed out. “Two BFF’s, eating a nice meal together on Valentine’s Day. Right?”

Still not looking at him, she fussed with her fingernails, picking at her pink nail polish.

He laid the rose over her keyboard and watched her go still.

“Or was it?” he said. “You gave me red roses. Sure, it took me a little while to catch on to that, but everybody knows what red roses mean.”

“Cisco - ”

“What was your plan?” he asked. “You were going to invite me - I’m guessing a card with time and place, delivered to the station tomorrow?”

She nodded.

“And then you were going to be there at the table and ta-daaa! And then what? How did you picture this going?”

She looked at the rose for a long moment. Then she reached out and picked it up, touching the velvety petals to her cheek.

“I - I was going to follow your lead,” she almost whispered into the bloom.

He let out a huff of breath. “My lead. Like, where I immediately jumped to the conclusion that those were all platonic, friendly secret admirer gifts you were showering down on me? A conclusion that was clearly mistaken.”

“I knew it was a risk. I knew that even though it seemed like your heart was mending and you were ready to get out there again, I might be wrong. And even if I wasn’t wrong about that, there was every chance you’d be disappointed that it was just me. But - ” She put the rose down. “I wanted to try. Because so many times over the years, I’ve thought ‘what if,’ and I wondered if you thought that too.”

He started to lean in, and she pulled back so hard her chair rolled a couple of inches. “Please,” she said. “I already know you think of me as strictly a friend. Don’t pity me on top of it. Just let me handle it on my own, okay?”

“You wanna know why I was so weird earlier?” he said. “Because I was trying - oh my god, I was trying so hard! - to be happy that I had a friend who cared about me that much, to put that much work into giving me an amazing Valentine’s Day week. But there’s this little part of me that’s also thought from time to time, 'what if’ and that part of me wanted you to be wooing me, Caitlin. Courting me. Is that what you were doing?”

Very slowly, she nodded. Her eyes were big again, like they had been earlier when he’d thanked her for being such a good friend.

He brushed his fingers down her jaw and leaned in again. This time, her lips met his.

It was light, tentative, questioning. But it was also the sweetest kiss he’d had in a long time.

“Okay,” he said softly after a long minute, leaning back. “So. I’ll meet you at my favorite restaurant at eight pm on Valentine’s Day. You’re going to wine and dine me, and then we’ll see this where this goes. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds amazing,” she said, and kissed him again. In her kiss, he could taste a world of possibilities, opening up.

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #Killervibe #fanfiction #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo prompts #the flash #Anonymous

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