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I need more content of Chuuya being the boss of the PM, so i did it myself

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…I know the abandonment issues are getting bad again when I start feeling like I fucked things up when my friend sends me one single message with a period at the end and I’m scared I upset them

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The King and his Red Knight

DPxDC crossover fic

Part 1

Really sorry to everyone who suffered through the fact that I didn't know about the existence of readmore. I can't fix the thread now but the individual posts are better? Sorry I have like a very rough idea of how this site works 😭

Check the: The King and his Red Knight tag to find all the parts

"Go here, Danny. Go then, Danny. Go to a random cemetery in the middle of the night for no reason, Danny." A voice grumbled, accompanied by the sound of sneakers rhythmically tapping stone.

Danny Fenton, currently Phantom, sat on a gravestone, his white hair a beacon in the dark night. There were no stars in the sky for him to gaze upon, their light hidden behind swaths of smog and neon lights playing off the gray clouds.

Clockwork had dumped him here, with no explanation for why. Not that he ever really explained much when he sent Danny off on his tasks. He supposed he should be grateful, at least he was in the same when rather than being transported a thousand years into the past.

"Wait here King Phantom. You will understand in time." Danny mimicked his mentor's voice as he let himself float off the grave he'd been dumped on after Clockwork shoved him out of a portal. His body floated higher until he could flip around, his legs crossing. He sat upside down, his chin in his palm as he glared petulantly at the assembled gravestones surrounding him, his toxic green eyes glowing.

"So far all I've seen is a concerning amount of ecotplasm for a city without a ghost portal and some blob ghosts! How long am I supposed to wait here?" Danny asked the air, and the aforementioned blob ghosts who were hanging off his body, soaking in the ambient ecotoplasm he radiated at all times now.

Neither provided him with an answer to his question and Danny let out a frustrated groan as he lowered his still flipped body to look once more on the gravestone he'd been tasked with waiting on.

Jason Todd, the name read. The dates, too close together, made something in Danny squeeze painfully. He'd been young, barely older than Danny when he stepped into the portal. Only for this teenager there had been no ectoplasm to bind to his dying body and repair the damage of death and force him back into a semblance of life.

"Who were you and why did Clockwork send me to you?" Danny asked the gravestone, one clawed finger tracing the words before he pulled back with a sigh when the gravestone gave him no explanation. The dead didn't always speak, not even to their king.

Turning his body Danny looked over the rest of the cemetery. It was empty, as most usually were this time of night, of the living. There were a few shades wandering around, circling closer to him, drawn by his presence. No full ghosts though, but oddly enough there rarely were in cemeteries. This was where the dead came to rest. To remember, if they wanted to. Cemeteries were sacred spaces to the dead, much as a temple or a church would be for the living who were religious. Ghosts who still clung to life, to their obsessions, did not frequent cemeteries, did not dare trespass and disturb those who had already found their peace.

Danny himself was an oddity. He had never shied from cemeteries, enjoying the peace he found in them, the guarantee of safety offered. And perhaps, he mourned that he himself would never have a gravestone for the living to place their flowers and their tears at. Who would make a grave for someone who was both alive and dead? There would never be a body to bury for him. His human half would continue to live on so long as his ghost core remained and could fuel it.

Maybe that was why he found peace in cemeteries, for all his whining that Clockwork had dumped him here. Cemeteries were for the living and the dead, one of the only places both existed in harmony naturally. For someone who was as much dead as he was alive such a place held a certain degree of belonging for him.

Danny straightened out in the air, letting his body lie above the grave as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the covered sky. He complained and whined about this task, but he was secretly glad that Clockwork had given him something to do. Even if it was just 'hang out in a random cemetary'.

Ever since he'd graduated high-school, revealed himself to his parents and discovered how deep prejudice and hate could run, and he'd run away to the Infinite Realms for sanctuary while his friends moved forward with their lives, he'd felt unmoored. A ghost with no haunt. Bored was too light a word for the gaping emptiness he felt in his chest, for the loneliness clawing at him. Clockwork, Wulf, Pandora they could help chip at the ache inside of him but not banish it. Not now that his family, his friends, were spread so far apart and so distant from him.

Not that he resented their choices, their distance, in fact he'd fought for them to do just that, to get out of Amity Park, to go to college, to become more than overworked teen superheroes. Still he missed them, even if he could visit them whenever he wanted. It was becoming clear as time moved forward that the world they belonged to and the one he did were two different things.

Danny Fenton couldn't go to college when his parents had declared him dead. Danny Fenton didn't exist as far as the government was concerned. Danny Phantom couldn't return to Amity when those same parents were waiting to capture him and tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Danny Phantom couldn't go back when the GIW were crawling over the town like ants.

So neither Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom returned to Amity after that day. And he made sure they couldnt follow him when he ensured the portal that took his life to function never opened again. He didn't need the portal any longer to get in and out of the Infinite Realms, and it was safer for the ghosts, his subjects, if the temptation of the Fenton portal was gone.

The world of the living was not yet ready to accept that the dead didn't always stay dead. And Danny would keep his people safe until they were.

Danny jolted from his lazing state of reverie when a pulse of emotion rocked through him, the strength of it stealing his breath if he had any to take.

Fear/Trapped/Dark/Fear/Help/HELP pounded into him and Danny frantically flipped around, head swiveling, poisonous green eyes wide as he triedf to locate the source. The emotions, the plea for help, burned his core, his Obsession screamed at him.

Help/SomeonePlease/Dark/Trapped/CANTBREATHE/HELP another wave of messages, of emotions pushed themselves at Danny and this time underneath the onslaught he could hear a rhythmic thudding. Danny looked down, horror filling him when he realized the thudding was coming from under the ground. From the grave he'd been hovering over for an hour now.

Danny flew down, sending back a wave of I'mHere/HelpIsComing/I'mComing to the boy trapped in his own coffin, feeling the intense wave of relief and hope sent back before he dived into the earth as if it wasn't there. Danny paused for a moment when he passed the thick wooden coffin, seeing a boy in the dark with wide, panicked blue eyes and fingers tipped with shredded nails and fresh blood.

"Hey, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Danny told the boy, keeping his voice gentle, soft. The boy jolted, fixating on the only source of light, Danny's growing green eyes. Danny hoped his smile came off as calming instead of 'freaky AF' as Tucker liked to call it. He grabbed the boy, Jason, as carefully as he could and then let his intangibility wash over the terrified teen as he lifted them both out of the coffin.

When they emerged from the coffin and the ground Danny set the teen down, leaning him against the gravestone, his own gravestone, and pulled back a bit. The boy was gasping in air as if the fetid, polluted air was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Danny tilted his head as he watched the boy ground himself. Now that the emotions were leveling out and his Obsession was purring in contentment rather than growling in a frenzy, Danny could feel something off about the boy.

Disregarding the fact that he'd just come back from the dead, of course. But that wasn't the oddest thing Danny had seen in his afterlife. No the boy felt... not like a normal, living human. Not even like an Amity Park resident, who all felt more than slightly liminal. No this boy, this Jason Todd, felt closer to liminal than even Jazz, Tucker or Sam, who were three of the most liminal humans Danny had ever been around.

Jason felt almost...like a ghost. But not. Danny could feel the tickle in his throat that proceeded his ghost sense but the tell-tale mist never emerged. It was as if Jason was...like him. But Danny couldn't sense a core either. Even halfas had cores.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke, breaking Danny from his thoughts and examination. Jason was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. Which, fair. Danny had just pulled him from his own coffin and there were so many questions that could stem from all of this, disregarding all the weirdness that was just Danny himself.

"I'm Danny, Danny Phantom. Or just Phantom. I go by either. And you're Jason, right?" Danny asked, smiling at the teen and oops, yeah that was definitely his scary smile based on the slight flinch there. It wasn't his fault his teeth were too sharp now and his lips split a bit too wide.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked, blue eyes narrowing. Danny nodded at the gravestone the boy was leaning against with a raised brow. Jason turned and almost toppled over from the movement. Danny frowned as the boy caught himself on his gravestone. His skin was still pale, too pale, and as Danny watched Jason swayed again.

"Shit. You're fading. You didn't form a core and your body isn't stabilizing." Danny cursed, moving towards the boy who scrambled back, only to be stopped by his grave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked, hands fisting as he tried to rise only to fall back to the ground when his legs refused to hold his weight.

"Saving your life. The dead aren't supposed to come back. There's always a price to pay, a balance that is struck. Currently, as you are, if I don't get enough ectoplasm in you to form your core, you'll fade and turn into a brain-dead husk." Danny told Jason, tone stern and no nonsense as he grabbed him. Jason made an effort to break free, but it was weak, and even at full strength, he wouldn’t have been able to break Danny's hold. Few in this realm could.

If they had the time, Danny would've approached this situation in a far different manner, but this close he could hear Jason's heartbeat, a weak flutter in his chest, skipping beats as it tried to fuel a body that was past saving. Jason didn't have the time for Danny to approach this gently and kindly, to coax trust out of the teen like he would a feral cat.

Jason had minutes left before his ectoplasm starved body consumed itself trying to make a core and failed because while wherever they were had more ambient ectoplasm than most places, it was far from enough to sustain the birth of a halfa. Maybe if Jason had stayed dead for another year, he'd have naturally formed a core and risen as a proper ghost. But that wasn't what happened, somehow he'd gathered enough to fix his body of whatever wounds or illness had put him in that coffin to begin with and come back to 'life' but without a core to sustain his body he'd be dead, again, in minutes. And Danny was not about to watch while a teenager, another teenager, died.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Jason hissed as Danny pushed his arms down and laid his clawed hands on Jason's chest.

"You don't. But you don't have another choice." Danny said with a shrug. "Now are you going to let me save your life or not?" Danny asked, not moving his hands. He'd save Jason either way but this would be easier if Jason worked with him.

"Fine." Jason spat and Danny smirked as his hands began to glow a toxic green that matched his eyes.

Ectoplasm pooled out of his hands and rushed into Jason, filling him until the boy glowed bright enough to rival the neon lights of the city around them. The green light flared around him like an aura, slowly shrinking but getting impossibly brighter as the glow centralized around his chest until a small glowing ball of green, like a trapped star, blazed from his chest.

Jason gasped, back arching as Danny pulled his hands away and the light vanished under Jason's skin. For a moment Jason's blue eyes burned green and his hair flashed snow white before returning to black, with one single lock of unearthly white left above his forehead. Jason collapsed back against his grave, chest heaving. Danny watched, eyes full of a sad understanding.

"What the fuck was that?" Jason panted out.

"Welcome to the world of the half alive, half dead." Danny said with a smile. "Want to get a burger and talk about it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Make it a chili dog and you've got a deal."

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Fixed some typos added some lines

Maybe I'll continue this AU. Maybe not. This scene was in my head for days and I wanted to share

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A conversation that happened between my friend and I

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Warning: NSFW

Not to be horny on main, but I need shin soukoku content where in his half-tiger form, Atsushi’s got barbs on his dick and fucks Akutagawa with it. I will take art, fanfic, anything. If you know of any content like this, I beg you for it, please

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Wrote these for a friend of mine, and I figured I might as well share them here. So, here are some wholesome headcanons for skk and sskk.

Soukoku: 

• I feel like whenever they’re cuddling, Dazai likes to be the little spoon. Like, holding Chuuya in his arms is all well and good, but when Chuuya wraps around him and holds him tight, he feels protected in a way that he isn’t usually able or allowed to feel. And Chuuya will never admit it, but he knows this and he thoroughly enjoys being able to provide that kind of safe space for Dazai 

• Chuuya is the only one to completely understand Dazai, and the same can be said for the vice versa. They’re able to tell what the other is feeling at all times. They always know what the other needs, and they’re ready to provide that for them 

• Dazai always goes to Chuuya when the urge to commit suicide gets too high. Chuuya knows how to get him out of his head, out of his self-deprecation, out of his boredom with the world, and Dazai has come to crave that sense of security and safety and firmness whenever it gets bad enough 

• Likewise, Dazai is always there to ground Chuuya whenever he becomes too stuck in the thought process that because he’s the vessel of a god that he is a monster. Dazai makes Chuuya feel human, and Chuuya does the same for Dazai when everyone around them makes them feel inhuman

Shin Soukoku: 

• These two bicker like an old married couple, but they are the strongest pairing. The level of trust they have for one another, their compatibility, and their adaptability allows them to change what needs to be changed without tiptoeing over each other. They rarely lie to one another, and it’s led them to be able to build a solid foundation for their relationship 

• Neither of them are very good with emotions, Akutagawa least of them. And even though neither of them is able to pinpoint what the other is feeling with 100% accuracy, they’re usually pretty good at establishing what the other needs in the moment, be that food, space, silence, conversation, physical affection, etc 

• Akutagawa absolutely despises early mornings, and he’s slow to rise. Atsushi loves slowly waking him up with kisses and cuddles and physical affection. Akutagawa will never admit it, but he loves it when Atsushi does this: it puts him in a good mood for the start of the day 

• They both have bad mental health days, and they take care of each other on those days. When Atsushi has a bad mental health day, Akutagawa will cook him his favorite foods and they’ll spend the day cuddling in bed. Akutagawa will either tell Atsushi everything he loves about him, and he points out everything he loves about the things Atsushi hates about himself, or he’ll just get a book from his library and read out loud to Atsushi, allowing Atsushi to just relax. When Akutagawa has a bad mental health day, Atsushi has to help him through basic self-care. Not because Akutagawa shuts down and can’t take care of himself, but because he just won’t. So Atsushi will make sure Akutagawa showers, eats, brushes his hair and teeth, gets dressed (even just in comfy clothes), that kind of thing. And when that’s said and done, he’ll take Akutagawa into his arms and chat about anything he can to take Akutagawa’s mind off of what’s bothering him until he’s ready to talk about it

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This. This is the only thing keeping me going. Because I only just got caught up on the manga and it made me want to rip my hair out, and I need this in my life after that lol

an sskk fluff i found on twitter.

PLS READ WHOLESOME FLUFF

ft. a very soukoku scene

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I did, in fact, end up shipping Akutagawa and Atsushi

I’m gonna end up shipping Akutagawa and Atsushi, aren’t I?

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Do you believe in right person, wrong time? Because I genuinely feel like that tends to be the story of my life.

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What does it say about my family that my biggest insecurities about myself are literally only there because my sister feels the need to point them out and nag me about them constantly? Oh, and then she’ll turn around and tell me that she’s only pointing out all my flaws to help me.

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flash games actually raised me more than my parents did and im genuinely gonna miss them

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I can’t sleep, I’m halfway to a mental-breakdown-induced shitty at-home haircut, I think I might be genderfluid, and I’m spiraling.

No one actually needs to address any of these things, I’m just seeking validation, but I don’t want to be a burden on any of my friends, so I’m posting this here instead.

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Do you like poems?

yes! my favorites are The Tiger and the unnamed werewolf fridge poem

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Really living for the ships that start out like “I would kill this person” and slowly turn into “I would kill for this person”

Really, it’s a beautiful dynamic.

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I’m gonna end up shipping Akutagawa and Atsushi, aren’t I?

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Image Description.

Text reads "This is Smaug, the dragon from the Hobbit. Smaug famously stole a mountain full of gold. So full that he sleeps buried under gold. We're talking literally tons and tons of gold by weight.

Forbes tracks Smaug as the second wealthiest fictional character. He had been first, but the price of gold took a tumble more his vast, overwhelming fortune is only worth $51,400,00 0,000.00. Or $51.4 billion.

That means EVEN THOUGH he has an ENTIRE MOUNTAIN full of almost nothing but solid gold , Smaug would be ranked at the FIFTEENTH wealthiest American.

Fourteen Americans have more money than a gold-hoarding dragon.

Please consider that next time you say deca-billionaores deserve their wealth and shouldn't pay their employees livable wages.

Image below of Smaug covered in gold. All you can see is his eye.

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-fae

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how do i decide if i want to write in first or third person