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hayleythesugarbowl · 4 months

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Hi! Hope you’re having a good day/night 😊I saw your post about requests open again . I know the requests are closed right now, that you said that you’re busy at the moment and focusing on other things in your life which is very understandable. But I have a request I’m dying to send, like try your best to get to it when you can, but i know you can’t promise it will be anytime soon.

I want to ask if it’s their a chance that I want to request a Ray Manchester/Captain Man (Henry Danger) shy!reader please? His team except schwoz thinks Ray is making things up that he has a girlfriend or that shy!reader chose her hero best friend to be they godfather of their newborn son who’s a mama boy. Then Ray thought it’s a good idea bringing his team to the hospital to see his family and the team are surprised that shy!reader happens to be a powerful and legendary Sorceress (like Scarlet Witch) & popular superhero in the planet, also a stage magician. Even the villains adored her.

Secret Identity || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader

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summary: you and ray have been dating in secret, due to your shyness and secret identity, but when there’s a change in your relationship it may be time to let everyone know

word count: 3.8k

warnings: i think i cursed once

a/n: thank you for this request lovely!! it’s been a while since i have written for ray and i love him so much. i hope you enjoy this! 🩰✨🍓

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“What is so hard to believe about me having a girlfriend?”

Captain Man put his hands on his hips in exasperation. He looked around the Man Cave, waiting for an answer.

The others glanced at each other, seeming to be having a conversation with their eyes.

“Nothing, man,” his sidekick finally said, having been silently delegated to answer, “It’s just, well, you’ve never really had a girlfriend before.”

Oh what they didn’t know, you thought. You watched Ray, your boyfriend, talk to his friends through a crack in the door leading to the Man Cave.

These people, with the exception of Ray, had no idea who you were—or, at least they thought they didn’t—yet you knew so much about them. Ray had told you so much since you’d begun dating that you felt like you already knew his friends, even if you’d never met them.

Your boyfriend’s voice brought you back to reality.

“I have too had a girlfriend—Tana Sommers, fourth grade.” Ray shot back.

“Since we’ve known you,” the boy you knew to be Henry rubbed his temples.

“Ok, well, Evelyn Hall!”

“You never called her back, remember?” The girl—Charlotte—responded.

“Lacey Lumbar!”

“She tried to steal your inventions!” That was Jasper.

“Gwen!”

“She tried to kill you!” Charlotte added.

“Oh, I know,” Ray clapped his hands together, “Henry’s mom.”

“Dude, my mom is not your girlfriend,” Henry sounded disgusted.

“Well, not anymore,” Ray whispered.

You found yourself absentmindedly making a fist, and looked down, unclenching your fingers carefully.

You’d heard about Ray’s relationship with his sidekick’s mother. According to him, they’d been very serious ever since he rescued her from the jaws of a shark, until he broke it off with her shortly before meeting you. Although, knowing Ray, some of this might have been an exaggeration.

“If you had a girlfriend—”

Ray looked like he was about to argue again and Henry held up a hand, continuing quickly.

“—which I’m not saying you don’t, why wouldn’t you just introduce her to us?”

You played with the hem of your blouse.

“She just—well, I’m not ready to introduce her to you yet.”

You silently thanked him for not revealing your secret. You weren’t sure anyone would actually believe Ray’s reason, seeing as you’d been together for nearly a year now, but you appreciated anyways.

The truth was, you weren’t great with meeting people. You always got all flustered and your cheeks felt hot and you never knew what to say.

Ray was the only exception to that rule, always making you feel comfortable and safe.

You had always been shy and you just weren’t sure if you were ready to meet all of Ray’s friends, especially all at once.

It was ironic that you could crush a man’s windpipe just by looking at him but you feared making a simple introduction.

Which was the other truth Ray wasn’t telling his friends, which you knew was probably killing him.

You were kind of a superhero. The Sorceress, to be precise. You’d become quite infamous in Swellview since you’d arrived there shortly before you met Ray. You’d known practically no one when you’d arrived.

Well, that wasn’t quite true. You and your best friend Hal had moved across the country together. He was also blessed with superpowers, but preferred to work behind the scenes unless absolutely necessary. He was incredibly gifted with technology and you were thankful for all of the gadgets and weapons he designed for you. However, he didn’t want any credit even when you assured him he deserved it.

However, when he wasn’t donning a cape and gloves, he was the most outgoing person you knew. Always taking you out for drinks and insisting you had a good time.

It was funny, you thought, that the two of you were so opposite. Most everyone you knew had been introduced to you by Hal.

Except for Ray.

Ray told everyone he’d met you at the local coffee house. Which was partially true. If you changed coffee to clock and—well, house was more of a suggestion.

You’d met in The Time Jerker’s lair.

Captain Man had been there for an entirely different business—apparently he owed the villain money for some reason or another—but you also happened to be chained up to a chair in his basement.

It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it wasn’t particularly terrifying either. This had happened many times before that. The villains of Swellview had an odd fascination with you and appreciation for you and seemed to always be persuading you to change sides. You supposed it was because your set of superpowers could do an equal amount of bad as they could good.

That didn’t stop you from refusing every time. You’d rather lose your powers than become one of the criminals who tortured the city and its occupants.

Captain Man had rescued you that day—if rescued is what you could call it—and you had instantly enjoyed his company. You didn’t meet many acquaintances as The Sorceress and you found it wildly easier to make conversation when you had a mask on and could hide under the guise of a confident, powerful superhero.

So you and Captain Man began dating in secret and nobody was the wiser.

You smiled to yourself at the absurdity of two of the most known figures in Swellview keeping a secret like this.

You knew Ray was probably dying to reveal to his friends who his girlfriend really was, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not unless you gave him the green light.

You supposed you two would have to tell people soon, you thought, placing a hand gently on your stomach. Everything would have to change when the baby was born.

The elevator doors opened and it caught your attention, the present crashing back down around you like a wave.

A short man—Schwoz—stepped into the Man Cave carrying a bag of bird feed.

“Lunch?” He held it out to the present company.

A symphony of disgusted declines filled your ears and you chuckled quietly.

“I’ll eat that,” Jasper said, “When Ray has a girlfriend.”

“Ray has a girlfriend,” Schwoz said earnestly.

“Schwoz, what have we said about lying?” Charlotte chided.

“No really,” Schwoz insisted, “She’s beautiful and smart and she likes a animals and she has these crazy superpowers—”

“Too far, man,” Henry said, patting Schwoz on the shoulder and walking towards the elevator.

You breathed a sigh of relief when Henry and his friends disappeared into the elevator, leaving the Man Cave for the day. You felt bad for giving Ray’s assistant the reputation of a liar, but you couldn’t deny you were glad no one believed him. It was easier that way.

Schwoz had seen you and Ray…together once in the Man Cave and you were forced to tell him the truth. But he was the only one that knew besides you and Ray and Hal. So far, it seemed, except for almost moments ago, he’d kept his promise and hadn’t told anyone about his boss’s girlfriend’s identity.

“Coast is clear, babe,” Ray called to you. You left your hiding spot and entered the room.

You walked over to Ray, smiling as he pulled you into his arms. You kissed him on the cheek and he looked down at you.

“Now, where were we,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss you.

He stopped just before his lips touched yours as you both heard a loud crunching sound.

You both looked up and saw Schwoz shamelessly watching your embrace as he dug into his bird food.

“Beat it Schwoz!” Ray shouted and the small man grabbed the bag and left, mumbling.

Ray gave you a look as if to say, Assistant’s, am I right?, before leaning down and kissing you. You placed your hands on his chest and kissed him back.

Your boyfriend continued kissing you, moving from your lips down to your neck and finally landing in front of your stomach.

He placed his hands around your sides, kneeling down in front of you and planting a kiss right where you imagined your baby was. You were pretty big now, your due date fastly approaching

“And how’s my little baby girl?” Ray cooed.

You placed a hand on his head and ran your fingers through his hair. “And how do you know it’s a girl?”

“Call it superhero’s intuition.” Ray said, looking up at you before pointing at your stomach, “You know, one day this is going to be my new sidekick.”

“How will you break the news to Henry?” You asked, getting lost in the daydream of you and Ray here ten, twenty years from now. You were in the process of moving in with Ray ever since you found out you were pregnant, but this place had already felt like home for so long. Even Hal spent almost an equal amount of time here as at your apartment-turned-lair. Much to Ray’s dismay.

“Henry’ll get over it,” Ray waved the idea away, “Besides, hypermobility? That’s nothing compared to the genes this kid is going to have with two superhero parents.”

“What about me?” You teased, “What if i wanted to be your sidekick?”

“(Y/n), that would never work. I couldn’t constantly have my sidekick upstaging me. It’s bad for my image.”

“That wouldn’t happen,” you smacked him lightly on the arm as he stood up.

“Yeah you’re right, I am pretty awesome,” Ray said with smirk and you laughed.

“How did I get so lucky?” You said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes playfully.

Ray chuckled before falling silent and staring into your eyes.

“(Y/n),” he said softly, running a hand along your arm, “We are going to have to tell everyone soon, you know that right?”

You sighed, “I know.”

“I mean, what’s the point of having a super-hot, badass girlfriend if I don’t even get to brag about it,” Ray pouted. “‘I’m dating The Sorceress and no one even knows how cool that makes me!”

“But seriously,” he continued, “They’re going to find out eventually if you start living here full time. And Schwoz can’t keep a secret forever.”

“Hey!” A muffled voice reached your ears, “I heard that!”

“I said beat it Schwoz!” Ray yelled, spinning around to find the source of the voice. You laughed, grabbing his hand to bring him back to where he’d been standing before, inches from you.

“Alright, alright I’m ’beating it’,” Schwoz said from somewhere and then it was quiet again.

“I think we’re getting closer,” you said, bringing the hand that was intertwined with Ray’s to your stomach. Your due date wasn’t for a few weeks but you felt like it could be any time now. “Now we just wait.”

“I can’t wait to be a father, (Y/n),” Ray said bringing his arms around you and kissing you again.

You smiled, letting him embrace you. How did you get so lucky? You thought, echoing your earlier sarcastic statement. That meeting what could’ve just been a friend one day in a villain’s lair would’ve turned into all this.

Friend. That reminded you. You pulled away. “Hal’s coming by later today,” you said, forgetting about it until just now.

“Ugh, why?” Ray mumbled.

“Because he’s my friend and I invited him,” you said.

Ray had this crazy idea that you were going to run away with Hal any second. No matter how many times you assured him it was just that. Crazy.

“Well then, fine—how about I invite Henry’s mom,” Ray pouted.

“Did you and Henry’s mom even date?” You asked him, willing to settle it once and for all.

“We totally did!” He pointed a finger at you. “It was the epic romance of the century.”

“Oh yeah?” You crossed your arms, smirking, “What’s her name?”

Ray sputtered, and you laughed. He crossed his arms back at you and turned away.

“You’re mean, you know that.” He was laying it on thick but you decided to oblige him.

“Forgive me?” You said sweetly.

“Only if you kiss me,” he said and you rolled your eyes but put your arms around him and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Hey, c’mon, I don’t wanna see that!” You heard a familiar voice and turned towards the elevator, seeing Hal standing in the entryway, a look of mock outrage on his face. Where had the time gone? You’d thought it would be hours before he joined you.

You walked over to him and gave him a hug. Ray sulked in the background and you pulled Hal towards him. Ray was impossible sometimes.

“Say hi,” you whispered to Ray.

“Hey Hal!” Ray said, overly enthusiastic.

“Hey man,” Hal said, clapping Ray on the back.

“Ow!” Ray exaggerated.

“Right sorry,” Hal laughed, “electric currents running though my hands and all.”

“You’re indestructible, Ray.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,” Ray mumbled but you already turned your back to him, helping Hal get something out of the Auto Snacker.

You were interrupted by an alarm sounding, loud and persistent.

Ray jumped over to the computer and pressed a button, taking an incoming call from a very distraught looking woman in a jewelry store.

Ray listened to the message and then shut the system off, moving to the center of the room and taking out his container of gum.

“Guess this is a solo mission. See you (Y/n), I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Ray said to you. He popped the gum in his mouth and transformed into Captain Man right before your eyes.

“I’ll come with you,” you said, “Henry’s already gone home so I’ll go. It’s not like I don’t do this alone every day.”

You pressed a button on the bracelet encircling your wrist and your Sorceress attire soon took over your everyday clothes.

“I can’t let you do that, (Y/n),” Ray insisted, “Not in your condition.”

You’d taken some time off for your pregnancy lately and Hal had been covering for you the past couple of weeks. But still, you could manage one mission.

“I’ll be fine,” you said, “Trust—”

You paused, feeling an odd sensation inside of you. You looked down.

“Ray, my water broke.”

“What?” Ray said, rushing over to you. You nodded.

“What do—we need to—I can—we need to go to the hospital,” Ray finally said.

“Like this?” You pointed to your superhero uniform.

“There’s no time,” Ray said, wrapping an arm around you as if to pick you up.

“I can take her,” Hal hurried over, throwing down his burrito. “If you need to go.”

Ray looked over at him. “You think I can’t carry my girlfriend?”

“Not the time, Ray,” you shot at him.

“Right,” Ray said, picking you up and heading towards the door, “We’ll take the Mancopter, it’ll be the fastest.”

“But what about the jewelry store!” You shouted.

“I’ll go,” Hal said. “I want to be helpful. I’ll take care of it. Good luck, (Y/n).”

Ray looked torn for a moment, before setting you down and quickly pulling Hal aside and saying something to him. You only caught the words ‘pick up’ and ‘under my name’.

“Thanks so much, Hal,” you called to him, ignoring whatever Ray was saying to him as Ray rushed back towards you and direction of the helicopter.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be a dad!” Ray shouted, as if it had just hit him, running towards you. As he ran you smiled at him, letting him lift you again as he finally placed you into the passenger seat.

“You ok?” He asked, a worried expression on his face.

“I’m fine,” you smiled up at him, “just fine.”

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“So, superhero’s intuition, huh?” You said as you cradled your new baby boy in your arms.

Ray sat next to you, stroking your arm and looking lovingly down at his son.

“Hey, I had a 50/50 chance,” Ray shrugged, smiling. “And didn’t I say it was going to be a boy?”

You let out a quiet laugh, looking up at Ray.

“I love you so much,” he said, “You know that?”

“Yeah,” you nudged him, “I do.”

You were both silent for a moment as a nurse came in to check your vitals. Her glance landed for a moment on Ray’s clothing, no doubt surprised to see Captain Man siting on the side of your bed, before stepping out again. Your uniform lay discarded on a chair and you were grateful for the hospital gown you now wore which gave you some anonymity.

You and Ray had gotten your fair share of odd looks and shocked glances and awed expressions as you entered the hospital. But you couldn’t seem to care now. Let them find out. You and Ray could deal with it later. Right now, this, your son, your loving boyfriend, was all that mattered.

When the nurse left, you turned to Ray

“You want to hold him?” You said to him.

He nodded and you gently passed your son to his father’s arms.

“Hey there little superhero,” he said quietly. You watched the two of them with a happiness you couldn’t begin to explain.

After a few moments, Ray handed your son back to you.

“Hey, you mind if I step out for a minute?” He said, “I just have something I need to do.”

You nodded and he kissed you on the forehead before standing up and leaving your room.

After what felt like 10 minutes, your boyfriend reentered the room.

“(Y/n),” Ray started, walking over to you and taking your hand, “I was thinking. Since we have a family now—a family (Y/n)—which brings us so much happiness and joy, what if now we shared that joy with others? I think it’s time.”

You nodded. “Yes, Ray. I think you’re right.”

“Good, ‘cause they’re already all in the lobby.” Ray looked relieved.

“Ray!”

“I haven’t told them anything, just that I had something to share with all of them. But it is a hospital so they’re getting kind of worried.”

You nodded again and Ray opened the door, “Hey guys, come in.”

You braced yourself, gripping your child tighter as Ray’s friends walked in the door.

Their expressions ranged from confusion to shock to apprehension.

Ray cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentleman, my girlfriend.”

Every jaw in the room—with the exception of you and Ray—dropped open.

“You’re real?” Henry said, slowly approaching your bed.

“What he means,” said Charlotte, “is hello.”

“Dang, she is pretty,” Jasper said.

“Jasper!” Ray warned at the same time as Schwoz entered the room holding an ice cream cone saying, “Told you!”

Ray gave him a look.

“What?” Schwoz glanced at his ice cream, “I got hungry.”

“Ray really does have a girlfriend,” Henry ran a hand through his hair, passing what looked suspiciously like a 10 dollar bill to Schwoz, before holding out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Henry.”

“I—” You blushed and tried to find words as Ray came to stand by you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath. “I’m (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you.” You shook his hand.

“So,” Henry said, turning his attention to your son, “Ray’s baby.”

“God I hope so,” Ray said and you hit him playfully on the arm.

“Well, congrats guys,” Henry said and a chorus of congratulations filled the space.

You looked around the room. Past Jasper and Henry and Schwoz as your gaze landed on Charlotte, who was inspecting your discarded clothing.

“Holy churros!” She said, coming to a conclusion, “You’re The Sorceress!”

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, “I guess I kinda am.”

“You’re dating The Sorceress?”

All eyes turned to Ray. “Told you she was special,” he said.

“And I told you she had superpowers!” Schwoz said.

Ray opened his mouth.

Schwoz beat him to it, “Yeah, I know, I’ll beat it.”

He left the room and you held back a laugh.

“Well, I’m very glad to finally meet all of you,” you said. “Ray talks about you all the time.”

“Did he say I’m the handsome one?” Jasper asked, “Because I am the handsome one.”

“Oh definitely,” you said, amusement in your eyes as you obliged him.

At that moment, Hal rushed in, looking frantic.

Upon seeing you, his eyes softened and he rushed over to greet you and your son.

“This is Hal,” you introduced him to the group, “Fellow superhero who happens to be a friend of mine.”

“Hello little guy,” Hal said, coming around to see your child. “You’re so handsome.”

“Again, the handsome one,” Jasper gestured to his face and you laughed. Charlotte swatted his arm, dragging him and Henry out of the room and giving you a little wave.

You waved back, letting your friend hold the baby as Ray took your hand.

“What is he doing here?” He whispered.

“He is the godfather of our child, Ray.”

Hal’s eyes snapped up. “Really? You mean it.”

“Of course,” you said, “We’d love you to.”

Ray smiled, sighing, “Welcome to the family!”

You grinned so big you thought your cheeks were going to fall off.

“And speaking of which,” Hal said, lowering his voice, “I got what you asked for. At the jewelers store.”

What? Had Hal brought a criminal here to the hospital?

He handed the baby back to you and then walked towards the door, passing something to Ray from his coat pocket before leaving the room.

“I’ll see you later, (Y/n),” he said.

“Ray?” You asked, confused, “What’s going on?”

Ray blew out a breath. “Ok, (Y/n), I love you very much—so much that it hurts sometimes and—what I’m trying to say is—”

“Honey, you’re scaring me,” you told him.

“No, uh—that was stupid, let me start over. (Y/n), I couldn’t have found anybody as perfect as you. I can’t imagine my life without you and I want to spend every second of my life with you. Except for maybe when we’re saving the city separately. Like, if you’re on one side of town and I’m on the other—and I’m not saying you can’t have friends or anything because that would be—”

“Ray,” you said gently.

“Right,” he knelt down, pulling out a small box “What I’m trying to say is I love you (Y/n). So what do you say? Will you marry me?”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded over and over again and he put the ring on your finger.

He leaned down to kiss you and you wished you could live in this moment forever. Just you, Ray, your son, and the promise of a beautiful future together.

“Yes, Ray,” you managed though your joyful tears, “A million times yes.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this love!! have an amazing day 🫶 i may need to start a ray masterlist 🤭

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 3

Danny would guess they'd gone about 20 miles by the time he'd stopped. They were well within Siren Territory by then, not that that was any comfort, considering the source of most of the trouble in the last six months, but distance was distance. Thankfully, none of his usual enemies bothered to rear their heads, likely licking their wounds from their last encounters.

In a tiny cave blocked off by kelp and coral, Danny leaned back against a wall and caught his breath. Damian had been silent for most of the swim, which was a small blessing. It let Danny think; think about what happens next. The tiny siren loosened himself from Danny's arms, and did a few cursory flaps of his fins.

"Where have you been taking me?" Damian mumbled.

"Around. Can't exactly double back to Amity right now." He hoped Bruce Wayne was an accepting man. He'd adopted kids from all manner of backrounds, but that didn''t help the same nagging uncertainty that plagued him whenever he thought about his own parents. If he'd just doomed Damian to a life without his father, he didn't know if he could live with himself.

Damian floated to the other side of the cave, his eyes on Danny the whole time, arms crossed in a scowling expression.

"And then?"

"I don't know. I give you back to your dad? I wasn't exactly planning out every step earlier."

"Then what were you thinking?" Damian's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Do you suggest I return to the public, to school looking like this? I can hardly breathe over water, let alone walk."

"I don't know! I just..." Danny poked his finger webbing. "I've been doing this for six months. And the whole time, even if it was hard and painful, I never lost someone. No one ever, well." Danny swallowed thickly.

Damian huffed. "You are a poor excuse of a hero."

"I failed you, there's no denying it. I was too late, and I let you drown. I'm sorry. There was no other way, I swear."

Danny looked up to Damian again, but the smaller boy looked away, his expression unreadable. "Take me back."

Yeah, that wasp probably the best he could do for Damian now. Bruce Wayne was probably having the mother of all freakouts, and if Damian never wanted to see Danny again, then that was fine. He was sure the world's richest man would be able to accommodate Damian's needs just fine. Rich people were weird like that.

It took some begrudging glares, but Damian at least allowed Danny to take his hand and use his much better swimming skills, but Damian didn't look very happy about it. Then again, today was probably the worst day in the kid's life.

They were approaching the island at rapid pace, its lustrous palm trees swaying in the distance, a promise of stability, and safety at last.

Motors hummed in the water. Danny's blood froze. Immediately he submerged and ducked near the sea floor.

"What is this delay for? Let me see." Damian pushed against Danny's hand, but the older boy kept firm.

"Patrol boats. Dozens of them. And they're all on high alert. And they've got Fenton tech. Shit."

"Can't you swim past them?"

Danny sputtered. What was this kid thinking? He wasn't some god of the sea! "I can't fight thirty boats by myself! They're gonna skewer us both!"

"What about your camouflage?"

"That would've worked a couple months ago, but these guys have got Fenton Sonars."

Damian did a double take. "The Fentons? You mean the town crackpots?"

Ouch, his parents were a little obsessed, but they definitely weren't crazy. Not anymore. "The town siren hunters. And yeah maybe Jack's not great at hunting, but their inventions work. I've got a scar or two to prove it."

"My father is on that island." Damian growled. "You have to do something."

"But it's not your dad on those boats, is it?" Danny furrowed his brow. "Those guys don't see you as human, or even sentient. They think you're another monster to be studied."

"No thanks to you." Damian challenged.

Danny growled back. "I was saving you! And now you wanna be un-saved?"

They glared into each other's eyes. Danny should really feel bad about squaring up to this literal child, but man was he difficult not to get annoyed at. Deep breaths, Danny, deep breaths. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined.

Damian glared at Phantom, the supposed siren superhero of Amity Park. He wanted to scream, to yell and to cut something open, preferably Phantom, if he weren't his only ticket home, and if only he had his weapons on him.

Such a loss of composure would be beneath him, so he remained stubbornly defiant.

As much as he wished for it not to be the case, Phantom was in all likelihood correct. This horrid, horrid body was new to him. Dozens, no, hundreds of foreign sensations flared from every part of his person, each impulse sending his body wobbling in new, unexpected directions. He would never get through the blockade on his own, which killed half of his initial plans. These blasted sonars killed the other half.

Damian grit his teeth. "Fine." He said, despite the embarrassment welling up at having to admit defeat. "But this conversation is not over."

"I bet." Phantom said, the infuriating cur.

By Damian's estimates, it should have been around midnight when Phantom stopped. They took refuge underneath a larger cave, filled with sparse furniture, a rug and some tables, with dark green curtains over the entrance. Small glowing jellyfish provided faint light. It seemed like the hopelessly domestic scene Jonathan would enjoy.

Damian slithered (He didn't crawl or shuffle. He was too dignified) into the corner of the cave, where he assumed a defensive position and poured all his seething hatred into glaring at Phantom.

"Welcome to Casa de Phantom! Or at least one of them. I've got a couple hideouts here and there. I'd say 'make yourself at home,' but I guess you beat me to the punch." Phantom said with a laugh. How dare he!

Damian hissed. "Tt. I am taking advantage of the opportunity for respite while taking necessary precaution against a rogue element."

"A rogue element? I don't know if you're serious or just pulling my tailfin."

"Do not test me, Phantom."

"Right. Look, I'm gonna go get us some food, so just stay put or something or other. I won't be long and then we can talk about where we go next. Oh, and don't touch anything!"

Damian growled at him again for good measure. Phantom exited the cave in short order, leaving Damian with ample opportunity for investigation. He wouldn't be a Robin if he didn't seize this opportunity.

Damian uncoiled himself and pulled his body along the soft sand. The grains tickled and pricked at his scales. The tables held a number of different gadgets and tools. Human clothes like t-shirts, a few vests and belts were scattered around. The bench held various strange devices, like a glowing blue lipstick, and a thermos of all things. Damian knocked on the thermos, the clanging sound confirming it was hollow. The most incriminating detail of all, however, was the distinctive F logo branded onto the side of each and every device.

How does a siren with no legs acquire so many inventions from siren hunters? He supposes they really are better siren hunting inventors than proper fighters. It was a miracle Jack Fenton hadn't drowned by now, considering how he conducted himself in a fight.

The thermos was lightweight, its metal settling gently against his webbed hands. Videos of Phantom's exploits have been scarce, and grainy, showing very few useable details. Various buttons and lights adorned the thermos, showing it was no ordinary soup holder.

Damian popped the cap off. The thermos' interior contained a circular mechanism of some kind. "What in the world?" Surely this could not be a weapon. The cylindrical design and lack of handholds would have made it too unwieldy. The kickback from any shot would throw off the wielder's aim every time. As Damian peered and tried to get a closer look, his finger slipped on one of the buttons. Blast.

The thermos whined. Its interior glowed blindingly bright. Before Damian could react, a blue beam engulfed his body. Damian felt his body warp and compress into a tiny space, before his vision went dark.

Damian awoke, vision blurry and head pounding. Phantom's smug face floated above him.

"And that's why I told you not to touch anything."

Damian shook off the grogginess and sat up, almost colliding with Phantom's face. "What manner of trap was that? Were you attempting to disfigure me once again for your sick pleasure?! En garde!"

Damian was no good swimmer in this form, but it was easy to launch himself off the floor and into Phantom. Phantom, for his part, didn't sit idly like the last time. He raised his arm and blocked off Damian's access to his neck, a shame, but that did not stop Damian sinking his teeth into Phantom's flesh.

That is, if he could actually penetrate his skin.

Damian blinked in shock. Sirens were supposed to have razor sharp teeth. He'd seen those fangs in Phantom's own mouth. He should be drawing blood right now, but as he was he was barely denting Phantom's scales.

Phantom laughed, as if it just tickled. "Dude, I literally let you out of the thermos. It's not a 'trAP to diSFiguRe yOu fOR mY sIcK PleaSuRe,' it's just a containment device for sirens. Also can you stop that please, it tickles."

Damian flung himself off of Phantom's arm, retreating back into his corner. "How have I not drawn blood?! This is madness!" Damian sucked in breaths through his gills, an endlessly foreign and vulnerating sensation. "The only useful thing about this body was supposed to be its natural offensive capabilities, yet it is unable to achieve even that!"

"Siren kids just have blunter claws and teeth. Youngblood's the same."

"Do not call me a child!"

"Your claws will grow in over time, it's just the nature of things."

"You say that as if you will not return me to my true human form."

Phantom shifted uncomfortably.

Damian pressed. "Well?"

"Yeah about that..."

"Do not tell me you have no way to reverse it!"

Phantom's look of guilt sealed it. Damian's heart sank. Goodbye Robin, goodbye previous life. All his hard work and sacrifice for naught. Phantom had saved him from death by drowning, but suddenly Damian felt as if he were better off dead anyway.

Tears built up. What was happening to him? He hadn't cried since he was five years old, a show of weakness that grandfather had beaten out of him. Then again, he was really one year old back then, artificially grown to a competent age.

"H-hey, d-don't cry or anything, I was just-"

"I am not crying!" Damian shouted. He turned away from Phantom and stuffed his face into his tail, praying somehow the tears would go away on their own. He was Damian Wayne, son of Batman and daughter of Talia Al Ghul, there was no such thing as crying for him, none at all. There had been nothing, absolutely nothing he had been unable to overcome. He was going to overcome this, no matter what. These things he knew.

Why had this feeling not abated?

There had to be a solution, there just had to be. There had to be some kind of surgery that could split his tail into legs again. No that was absurd, what kind of quack surgeon can completely alter someone's species? Perhaps magic instead? Normally he hated the involvement of magic, but if it was the only way. Perhaps Zatara could assist, or he could pawn something off to that Constantine. But nothing ever good happened from associating with that man. Or maybe Aquaman would have a solution, someone well versed in oceanic magic, except Aquaman's claim of being king of the ocean was doubtful considering the siren attacks that lead him and Father to this forsaken resort town in the first place. What if... What if....

Damian felt lightheaded.

A weight pressed on Damian's body. Warm scales against his own, their individual texture segmented, but smooth, like a kind of weighted blanket. A hand laid on his shoulder. Damian remembered where he was, remembered to perform the mental exercises Father had taught him.

Slowly, his breathing evened out. His fins steadied into a gentle lull. Damian's eyelids felt heavy. His chest vibrated in a strange rhythm he couldn't place...

Suddenly the weight disappeared, and Damian blinked himself awake. Phantom retreated a sociable distance away, looking sheepish.

"Sorry, about touching you without your consent, I just saw you were hyperventilating, and I remembered a few classes about this stuff, and I watched that film too, Puss in Boots 2, it was great and-"

"Do sirens watch human media often?" Damian said. He gripped his tail, something solid to keep him anchored.

Phantom seemed to freeze for a moment. "Uhm well, maybe they do! just because we're sirens doesn't mean we're uncultured!"

Damian would have loved to pick this information apart, scan it for weaknesses until he knew this person in and out, but at this moment, he simply sat and let it settle underneath the shame of expressing similar, or even more weakness.

"Speak of this to anyone, and I will have your head."

"Yeah that would be a dick move, so if I ever did that, feel free to take it."

#dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #damian wayne #merman #merboy #angst #dcxdp #mermaid au #mermaid transformation #transformation #transformation angst #damian does a little biting #he smol tho #teef too blunt #panick attack???#i hope i dont fuck this up xD

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charlesoberonn · 1 year

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I just found out about this old promotional picture for the Phineas and Ferb/Marvel crossover and I have issues with it.

The art itself is great, but the choice of characters is all wrong. I’ll go over them.

Isabella isn’t Black Widow. She’s the most upright and open character of the group. She’s Captain America.

Buford isn’t Hulk, the nerdy and reserved man who turns into a rage monster. He’s the weirdo who acts very self assured about who he is. He’s Thor.

Now, the reserved nerd with anger issues in the PnF crew is clearly Baljeet, which is why he should be Hulk, and not Iron Man.

Phineas is the boy genius who makes his own stuff, which could fit Spider-Man. But Phineas is all about the inventions, while Spidey only invents what he needs. Phineas is also a lot more sincere than the wisecracking Spider-Man. I think he should be Hank Pym Ant-Man. Though without the dark side.

Ferb is the mysterious man of action, who invents just as much as his brother and only speaks when he needs to. He’s definitely not Thor, but I don’t know which Avenger or Marvel hero he does fit. If we’re willing to bend the rules a bit, he’s a pretty good fit for Batman.

#avengers #phineas and ferb #pnf #marvel comics #marvel

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Mm yes, have I ever told you lads of my great encounter with the fearsome Polybear? No? Well what lucky chaps you are FOR I SHALL REGALE YOU!!!

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One June morning I was taking a stroll in my backyard, THE GREAT OUTDOORS, when I stumbled myself upon some kind of,,,, cave shaped enclosure.

Yes, quite damp, dull, the decor was atrocious.

I decided to have a word with the homeowner, because as a fellow dweller of the systems and friend to the strange Glowing Rock Goblins of the South, I too am an enthusiast of cavernous constitutions!

There, sitting on upholstery made of the finest cut of shale, stood the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Her eyes were of light burgundy, and so were her other eyes. She had fur as matted as my lodging's leopard hide carpet. And she had the voice of 10 burly men. Yes, yes, she was quite a dream.

I approached her. "Good lady of the Mountain Caves, I beseech you! Your beauty knows no bounds, and yet, I look around at your place of dwelling and I ask of you. Do you not deserve better? Do you not deserve a home as fine as yourself?"

She roared at me, a hundred and fifty decibels of raw power.

Can you imagine it dear boy? It's as if the gates of hell revealed an angel.

One of her many heads spat out a head of cod. Enchanting.

We had that very same cod on a candlelit dinner, you know. She was a fiend, wrestled like one too. She had the grace of a bear and the strength of perhaps 2 bears. Or maybe 4. You know I was never quite sure how many bears she was.

She and I, we were something of a summer romahnce. Short lived, but magical. She truly was the one who got away.

Three days after we met I was trying to teach her how to ride a horse, you see, to drive. The constable once halted us on our pleasant ride, questioning our afternoon affair.

AFFAIR? WHAT AFFAIR. No affair here sir, no sirree. You see this beautiful specimen is simply my Smelling Bear. She smells for me. Quite important on leisurely horseback rides.

At sunset, I thought to myself, as we roasted the gnome she caught on firewood. Nyes.... She is the one. But, sadly, it was not to be.

My second wife Delilah entered this idyllic scene and SWOOPED IN like a desert eagle! She started pecking at my multiheaded mistress! Gouged out an eye maybe! Perhaps even ATE one! What a woman!!!!

The great grizzly jezebel retreated onto my stallion, galloping away, facing me as her many mouthed scream echoed into the ravine. I never even got to say goodbye.

I faced my wife, how valiantly she fought for my honor! For my love! Perhaps she... Is the one? I certainly thought so on our wedding day. Perhaps the love petered out when she started suggesting we move South.

But oh! How the passion IGNITED that night! Her wondrous wings flapping in the sunset. I begged for her to take me back!!!!! We were fated! She and I, till the end of eternity! Or at least her lifespan!

Looking back now, I do not blame her for filing that restraining order. And as mayor, I had to sign it! You could never say ol Trembley isn't a gentleman.

and so, our wenchless hero trodded, for days on end, till he reached the peak of the mountain. I entered the cave that held so many memories, so much love and hope... For 3 days.

I reclined on that damned stony davenport where I first met my caniform casanova.

I mused to myself then, You know, this grisly grizzly grotto isn't so bad.

A bookshelf here, a macaroni maker there. Yes... Yes...

That was when I invented the man cave.

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He got swole 150 years later

#gravity falls #quentin trembley #shitpost #my writing #doobles #😭😭😭

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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Of Kindness and Empathy 5

First, Second, Third, Fourth, AO3

Discrimination Hidden in Fantastical Law?

Is our government taking away the rights of Metas by pretending they aren’t Metas at all?

Lois Lane . Daily Planet . Updated 15th of April 20XX

Recently brought to light, the Anti-Ecto Acts are rife with controversy. They appear to be centered on one young teenage Meta Hero, Phantom, and mandate reporting others ‘like him’ to the ‘correct authorities’ for mandatory study and testing.

But the definition of ‘like him’ is open ended, and under current interpretation even Superman or The Flash could fall under that. Is this another attempt by Lex Luthor? The answer may surprise many, but the answer to that is no.

The Laws appear to have been backed by a billionaire named Vlad Masters, who sells inventions oddly specific to tormenting the teenage meta trying to save his small town.

Why is Masters so against this child? What is the end-game of the Anti-Ecto Acts? Is this another attempt to enslave or discriminate against Metas?

We went to the scene of Phantom’s rise to Heroics and got the story from those who were there first-hand, and to potentially find answers for why Masters is behind those Acts.

“Oh, those laws are flim flam, and everybody knows it,” one concerned citizen is quoted as saying, who’s name will not be disclosed for their safety, “Boxy here is the best sorter I’ve ever had, my warehouse has never been so organized! Who cares if he floats a little?”

…

“Phantom is the best,” a local high school student said, “Better than Superman! I bet if they got in a fight Phantom would lay him out!”

…

“Oh, Phantom? No, I have no intention of turning in my co-Hero,” Red Huntress, the other town hero, said, “those laws were just passed because the government wants to make deadlier weapons, and Phantom and his species are pretty much power houses.”

…

The members of the so called ‘Ghost Investigation Ward’ stated that they had no comment.

…

The Drs. Fenton are the loudest proponents that Phantom is dangerous. However after sitting down with them and running through the Anti-Ecto Acts and how they affect other Metas, and that Phantom was likely just a Meta trying to help, they admit that perhaps they forgot the humanity required for science.

“We just want our baby boy and little princess to be safe,” Dr Jack Fenton said, “but I guess we got so caught up in it that we forgot about everything else. We do that a lot, just look at us, blathering on about ghosts. Hey, do you want to see a portal to another dimension?”

Down in the basement there is, indeed, a portal to another dimension. This reporter stood outside of it and, after they prepared their RV, took a small tour as well.

Which leads to even more questions for these laws. Are they meant to target aliens instead? Would this dimension attempt to go to war with ours for these Acts?

The Drs graciously allowed us to search for a ‘Ghost’ to ask.

“Our King is not bothered by weaklings such as you,” Ghost Entity ‘Fright Knight’ said, “Your foolish laws could not begin to interfere with our Realm. They are but an annoyance that you greatly exaggerate to feel that you are more important than you are. Leave, mortal, lest our patience wear thin.”

Other ‘Ghosts’ reported that their King was likely not to seek war at all, and was a more peaceful sort who tended to avoid conflict if it was unnecessary.

They did assure us, however, that he was fun to spar against.

We declined invitations to ‘test our mettle’.

“Baby Bop is a pretty great King,” Ghost Entity ‘Ember’ said, “He’s not all snobby or self-important, and he lets us govern ourselves pretty much. It’s actually pretty nice. You’d know if he was angry, don’t worry; he’d just crack your planet open like an egg.”

…

In conclusion, these Laws that were passed were done so by corruption and bribes. Why would the government need ‘deadlier’ weapons? Do they intend to go back on the many intergalactic treaties we have thanks to the Justice League?

Next issue, we at the Daily Planet will do a deeper dive to find the corrupted politicians responsible for passing such an Act.

@spooky-fm @markus209 @osnii @samgirl98 @skulld3mort-1fan @gabrielandjackthenephilim @suppengott @glow-worms-are-believers @zeldomnyo @everest-nightshade @learning-to-fly-on-my-own @spoopyspoony @deatlive @hnymp @latheevening226 @roseinbloom02 @tsukihimeyfan @arsonpotato @wanderingrutabaga @nanepet @bjurnberg @mentalcarebear @amuseofminds @fire-glass @thewondersoflebanon @ascetic-orange @botwadtict @notforyoucloudheads @idfk-man10 @leftmiraclechaos @midnightenigma

@dannyisababyking @oliocelottafanfics @redafi @distractedducky @aconitewolfsbane @onyxlightdragon @blankliferain @theywontletmeusetheoneiwant @thedragonqueen1998 @bitchydragonninja @u-a-wizard-jamie @dodekakophonie @ashenfairytale @reach-for-the-horizon @quirky-gardener @thegatorsgoose @sknerd101 @stargirl1331 @andreaissy @leap-ing @plotwholls

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #phanfic #danny phantom #lois lane #daily planet #fright knight #ember (danny phantom)#vlad masters #maddie fenton #jack fenton

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tinysuzy · 11 days

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Boy and the wolf

Soft safe sfw g/t m/m vore, Nervous/reluctant pred/prey!

My first vore fic let's goooo

Inspired by @stormtheskyelf2 's post about nervous pred and prey

It all started with the accident.

Everyone has got out in time, except for poor,poor Oliver.

He brought his camera, thinking he would have the chance to take a picture, but never did he, at all, think he would be the first victim of the serum.

Let's rewind, turn back a few hours ago, and see what happened.

One of the greatest inventions of all time, The Shrinking Serum, was finally revealed to the public, ready to be covered by the media.

But something…happened, The police are still investigating, still unsure if it was truly an accident, or if the experiment was sabotaged.

Either way, the laboratory exploded, and everything went into chaos, the journalists got out safely and only minor injuries occurred.

But nobody remembered to grab Oliver, or to look for him in the -now wrecked- laboratory, as if he wasn't there in the first place.

Perhaps that was his fault for pretending he was something he wasn't,a journalist is not who he is.

What happened was, when the laboratory exploded, unlucky Oliver was the one who had the serum sample flying into his face, and he remembered going down…down…down…

Everything was getting bigger, as he was getting smaller, he remembered trying to get the attention of anyone, anyone!

Screaming at the top of his lungs so that someone from the researchers, or the journalists, might hear the red headed boy.

Instead he was almost stepped on a thousand times, he then hid away where he thought was safe and cried.

Apple green eyes welled with the pain of betrayal, of insignificance, and the weight of the truth.

That was the end for him,he was sure, he was going to die here and no one will even notice it, just like no one noticed him before.

Oliver cried himself to sleep, fully believing he won't wake up again.

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Immortal Oo'kami, In the age of super heroes, he was one of many.

Not so great as to be worshiped by the public, with a flashy, amazing power, nor so vile and destructive as to be feared.

His superpower was simple,as his title was, Immortality.

Regenerating from anything no matter how deadly it was, never growing,never aging, but the public didn't understand how strong that power was, did they?

The person behind the mask was just as simple too, only a college student, he didn't even reach his twenties yet, a boy named Ryan.

Yet he still was trying his best, after all, what makes a hero wasn't the fame or the praise, it was the help that he gave, right?

Oo'kami shook his head and sighed as these thoughts went through his mind, and he instead focused on the mission he came for.

Restricted area? Only for the common people,not for a superhero!

Swiftly he hopped over the yellow tape,his padded ninja outfit,as silly as it was, was ensuring that not a single sound came out of him, and he was once again reminded to be grateful that he chose practicality over looks.

He stood in his place for a second, taking in the view of the wrecked laboratory, he was just here a few hours ago, not as Oo'kami, but as Ryan, with his currently missing friend, Oliver, and at least a hundred other people.

Now it was empty, desolate, not even the police stayed, and yet no one bothered to look for his lifetime friend, which yet again, reminded him of why he was doing all of this.

Deafeningly quiet, Oo'kami has focused his senses, searching for even the tiniest sound a human could pick up, and that exact sound came in the form of muffled whimpers under the rubble.

“Oliver…” he muttered, fist and teeth clenching, his heart weighing heavy with both anger and pain, but at least the boy was alive, he prayed that he wasn't hurt as well.

The hero focused his senses again on the exact place of the sound, and made sure that no one was around, it was three in the morning after all, surely no one was around, right?

He lifted a few bricks and fallen pieces of drywall, and there it was, the body of a familiar teenage boy, shrunken to the size of three inches tall, just a tiny bit bigger than a borrower, but still a painful sight for Oo'kami.

At least the injuries were minor, and he appeared to be asleep, rather than unconscious, also a great relief.

His theory proved correct when he poked the tiny boy and the latter jolted awake with a frightened yelp.

“Who-” Oliver blinked, and stared for a few moments at the giant, masked person that loomed over him.

Wait,no, he was the one who was tiny, but that person was…

“O…Oo'kami? Immortal…Oo'kami?!” Oliver blinked a few times and his eyes lit up as he realized that the hero he Idolized was truly here, in the flesh, coming to rescue him.

He stumbled in his steps and Oo'kami gently caught his form in his gloved hands, giving the boy a kind,if awkward look.

“The Oo'kami?! Is…is it really you?”

“Yes, It's me!” he gave a nervous chuckle as he collected the tiny bundle of a boy and lifted him off the ground.

“Are you alright…physically?” Oo'kami's voice was worried, he knew all too well how much of an awful situation this is, his fingertips searched carefully for any remnants of the drywall or the serum on Oliver's body.

The tiny boy nodded slowly. “I'm fine,Mr Oo'kami, thank you.”

Fortunately there were only a few scratches from where the bottle of the serum hit his face, he was, overall,unharmed and well.

The hero sighed in relief as he brought the boy to his chest.

“Please, Just “Oo'kami”, for all you know I could be as old as you are.”

“But first…What's your name?” Oo'kami asked even if he knew the truth.

“O…Oliver!” He said as he grabbed a fistful of the hero's outfit and held to it for dear life.

“Nice to meetcha,Ollie”

Getting out was difficult for Oo'kami, he had to stealth his way out with one hand, and he had to make sure Oliver wouldn't get hurt, and now that he thought about it…

“That won't do…”

He sat down with Oliver, somewhere behind the wrecked building, thinking.

The whole situation was painful, his friend was now a tiny little thing that held to him for dear life, while simultaneously viewing him as the greatest thing that ever lived.

But he wasn't what Oliver believed in, he was a confused, tired boy that just so happened to have a superpower.

He sighed heavily, unsure what to do now, he was practically trapped here with his bite sized buddy unless he wanted to risk losing him. Yes, he had secret pockets but did he really want to stuff his friend into a such a tiny space?

Wait…bite sized…

The idea was very strange at first, to the point where he wanted to completely ignore it, but it presented itself again.

It…could work, and for a temporary option…it's much much better than a tiny pocket with no room to breathe, and it's practically unreachable…unless someone decided to slice open his stomach.

He glanced at the curious Ollie, and Ollie glanced back at him, tilting his head slightly to the side.

God, he is so adorable… Oo'kami couldn't help but feel hungry…wait no, that's not right, they're both humans…

Deep breaths,Deep breaths…

“Oo'kami? Are you alright?”

“I'm fine,Ollie, I'm absolutely fine.”

“Actually…”

He looked back at the small boy.

“Could you keep a secret for me? Since you might be staying with me for a while…”

“Yes…but I don't understand ,a secret? And staying with you? What do you mean, Oo'kami?”

Oo'kami looked around warily, then took off his mask.

To his surprise, Oliver didn't look very…shocked? He gasped softly, like he realized something, but not out of shock.

“Something tells me you already knew the whole time,Ollie.”

“Yeah…You're kind of bad at keeping secrets, Ryan.” Oliver chuckled, his freckled cheeks gaining a reddish tint.

The way that the hero said “Ollie”, his voice, those few stray locks of black hair falling over his eyes, his striking electric blue eyes, they were very familiar to the shrunken boy, he already connected the dots a long time ago.

“That doesn't change anything though, you're still my best friend, and you're still my hero, you literally saved my life just now!”

Oliver threw himself into Ryan's broad chest and gave him the biggest hug his current form can get him.

Ryan smiled sadly, and returned the hug, the urge to protect his friend was getting stronger every second, and they didn't have much time.

“Do you still trust me? Even after I…lied to you?”

“Of course! You didn't lie to me, it was out of your control!”

“Good.” Ryan brought the shrunken boy to his mouth, ready to proceed, “enough hesitation” he thought.

“Uhh,Ryan, what are you doing?”

“... You're getting an inside shot!” Really? Really?! That's the best he could come up with?! The mental facepalm was so strong his face wrinkled.

“... What?” Poor Oliver just got even more confused.

“Look…I…I can't keep you in my pockets, Something will happen, I might fall, a bad guy might fight me,I might have to avoid the police, you get the jist of it…”

He tried to explain as he got the boy away from his face.

“And I need both of my hands, Okay? So I thought of an alternative_”

Oliver blinked slowly…then he realized.

“I…think I know what you're going to do,”

“Would you allow me to?” Ryan stroked the other boy's hair, his warm breath washing over him.

Oliver pondered momentarily.

“It’s safe, right?”

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have even thought about it!”

“I'm just…I don't know,Ryan…there's so many things that's confusing me about all of this…” His voice was cracking, barely holding the tears as he realized just how grave his situation is.

“Perhaps…Perhaps it might help me think a bit clearer…not fearing for my life and being with you,even in such an unorthodox way,”

He took a deep breath and gathered his wavering courage.

“Go ahead,I trust you with my life, just be careful about it, okay?”

Ryan felt as if he was going to cry as well, he only wanted to protect his friend, keep him safe while he is in this vulnerable state, it didn't help at all that all he could see was the instinctual fear his friend was desperately trying to hide.

“I swear on my life, it's only to help you, I will never even think of hurting you,Oliver.”

He brought the small boy to his face again, and gave him an apologetic look.

Before he could even open his mouth,Oliver put his miniscule hand on Ryan's lips.

“Wait…before you do…”

He stood up in Ryan's palm, and lifted his arms.

The hero understood his intention, and lifted him to his eyes, now able to see him better in the faint moonlight.

Oliver hugged his nose bridge,and Ryan closed his eyes and leaned into the hug.

There was a silence, both of them cherished this moment of affection, for it was the last moment they will get to be this close to each other, before layers of flesh and clothes separate them.

“I trust you.” Oliver repeated,and he meant it.

“I trust you as well.” Ryan replied, and he meant it.

Oliver sighed and let go, ready for what was coming next,and so was Ryan.

He first took away Ollie's jacket,glasses, and backpack, looking like toys in his hand, then he took his shoes and socks, the sensation no doubt a bit tickling, because Oliver let out a tiny,shy giggle.

It was cold that night, Oliver couldn't help but to shiver slightly now that Ryan took away his jacket, but not that it mattered, he was going to be somewhere warmer soon.

Ryan slightly parted his lips, just enough for the small boy to climb inside, as he didn't want to force him, he already had very little control over what's going on, it would be cruel to take away the rest from him.

For the tiny boy however, it was an invitation, the warmth that the hero's breath emitted was pleasant, gentle, different from the cold air that surrounded them, and it felt right to just get inside, where it was warm and soft, so it was exactly what he did.

Ryan -or was he Oo'kami at this moment?- was hesitant, unsure if what he was doing was even human, Ollie is already inside his mouth, so it's not like the smaller boy had any qualms with it.

But he…he was filled with dread, anxiety creeped up his spine and all sorts of fears filled his head.

What if he accidentally bit him? What if he choked on him? What if it didn't work as he imagined, and he was just dooming his best friend to a horrible, painful,slow death?

His anxious, intrusive thoughts were Interrupted by a tiny prod on his tongue, to which he responded by lightly pushing Oliver with his tongue towards his throat,and then fully closing his mouth, sealing his friend in darkness, but he wasn't ready to swallow yet.

“Ryan…I trust you,You can go ahead…” Oliver reassured, using the same words he used just a moment ago.

But they were true, he trusted Ryan with his life, he was ready to be eaten alive if it was what he believed was safe.

But the problem was,Ryan was the one who was scared, despite him being the one who suggested it in first place.

So the shrunken boy has decided to let Ryan swallow him when he deemed it necessary, and truth was, he was fascinated by the idea of being inside someone's mouth.

His curious nature made him ask himself “How do I taste like?”, but it was a question for later, when Ryan could answer him.

Could Ryan even hear him? He can hear him now, but what about when he was sent deep down to the stomach?

“Ryan, when you do swallow me…Please stay with me? I know I would be literally inside you,but…like…”

His words was failing him, but it looked like Ryan was giving him the chance to speak first, or perhaps he wanted to speak as well, but all the words will come out as a garbled mess.

“Don't forget about me,I guess?”

Oliver felt defeated, he layed down on the tongue and tried to fight the urge to cry.

He let out a yelp of surprise when the muscle underneath him shifted and moved, and he fell back towards the throat, but still he allowed it to happen.

Ryan went with it as if he was swallowing a pill, instinctively his hand was lifted to his neck, to his Adam’s apple, as he felt the small weight leave his throat.

“I would never, I promise you not a moment will pass without me thinking of you, I'm here, both in body and spirit, you aren't alone, Oliver, I won't leave you alone”

His gloved fingers followed along the small warm weight, passing behind his heart, then dropping underneath it, to which he found himself rubbing his stomach as if to feel the shrunken boy within.

“Can you hear me?” Ryan asked softly “Are you alright in there?”

For Oliver ,the journey to Ryan's center was relatively short, it was only seven seconds, but they were long seconds…

Hearing all the body functions as they work was humbling, fascinating, especially the beating heart.

But his fascination was soon interrupted with him passing through a ring of muscle, and falling face first towards the fleshy ground.

Oliver heard Ryan calling, and he prodded the stomach to tell him he arrived safely.

“I'm fine,Ryan! Can you hear me?”

The hero focused his senses towards himself,his innards, giving all attention to his inner ear.

“I hear you, Oliver!”

It was a simple statement, but it made Oliver tear up.

He wasn't forgotten,he wasn't lost inside his friend's guts, the older boy could hear him and feel him…even when they are so far away from each other.

What a paradox it was, how he was so close to Ryan…and yet so far away.

“I thought I would sizzle like bacon on a hot frying pan, but it's like…a really soft and wet bed! You have to tell me how you did that!”

As Oliver's curious hands pawed at the new environment, he slipped and fell into one of the many folds of the stomach, and he just sat there, letting himself be lovingly held and hugged by the soft organ.

Perhaps it was him craving a gentle hug, to be held and soothed after the events of today.

“You haven't eaten anything all day,have you,Ryan?”

He could tell by how the stomach was desperately trying to absorb him into it, but there were no acids, no way for him to be digested.

To think that Ryan is practically starving himself for his sake…

“Uhm…so you like it in there?” Ryan said as he put on his mask and helmet again.

“It's not bad at all…if it wasn't for your stomach trying so hard to digest me because you didn't eat anything!” Oliver grumbled and kicked lightly at one of the walls.

“For real, though, it's not that I hate it,It's more that I'm worried about you, so please, eat something when you spit me out,okay? And it better be real food and not instant ramen.”

Ryan listened and sighed.

“I tend to forget, Between college and being Oo'kami, I barely get any sleep…I often have to skip meals because of that.. Yeah, You are right, you are the only thing I've put in my belly since I woke up.”

“And you haven't fainted yet?!!”

“I'm…stubborn.”

“You definitely are!”

Ollie sat and placed both of his arms on each side of the stomach, and both of his hands barely touched the walls.

He ran some math in his head, and then laid back against the greater curve of the stomach, like a soft fleshy hammock.

“Ryan…”

“Yep?” The voice echoed around him.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of …what?”

“Everything? I mean, how do I even begin?”

“I got shrunk to the size of a few inches tall, you ate me alive, Nobody knows I even survived except for you…”

“My parents, are they worried about me? Are they looking for me?”

“Am…Am I going to stay tiny like this forever? Where am I going to stay after that? Can I go home like this?”

“Oliver…”

“Yes?”

“You're tired,”

“Yes, Yes I am,” Oliver closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

“I'm also scared,Ollie, but do you know what I think?”

“We can get through this together,I won't leave you until we find a solution to all of this.” Ryan reassured once again.

“Now if you can, get some sleep, you did say it was like a bed in there,”

“I can't”

“Why?”

“It's just… New environment and all that…”

“I guess I'm going to bore you to sleep then by explaining to you how you aren't melting right now.”

They both chuckled, Oliver felt the whole place move with every laugh.

Ryan succeeded, for he kept rambling on,and on, and on, about the specifics of his power and how it's not actually ”Immortality” but a full control of his cells.

Oliver tried to be as attentive as he could, but listening to supernatural-biochemistry info dumping is sure to bore anyone to sleep, unless you were, like Ryan, passionate about the subject to the point of majoring in it.

Eventually all Ryan heard was soft breathing, poor Oliver slept ever so soundly it made him sad.

This is probably the most comfortable he had ever been in a long time.

Ryan felt both honor that he was able to provide that comfort for his friend, and shame that he had to eat his friend alive to provide him said comfort.

At least he was safe and sound, at least both of them were.

He got up, pins and needles attacking his entire lower half, but it's nothing a little walk can't fix.

He moved slowly so as to not jostle the little friend inside, then thought of his next step.

Another patrol won't hurt, before he can get to his apartment and get some shut eye as well.

“We will pass these bridges when we get to them,” he thought to himself.

“Until then,you are safe with me.”

He said, both a reassurance to himself and his sleeping friend.

#sfw vore #g/t vore #g/t #soft vore #vore writing #safe vore #vore story #g/t community #giant tiny #g/t writing #Suzywrites

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marvel's boys: from sidekicks to heroes

i've been seeing a lot of talk about my friend ray's post about the mentor/sidekick relationship in marvel as compared to DC (this post is specifically in regards to the movie portrayal of said relationships). find the post here. the discussion around this post has inspired some thoughts in me, so i thought i'd share them below.

steve and bucky's relationship as mentor/sidekick originates in the golden age as part of the "child sidekick/hero" craze phenomenon at the time. kids wanted to know they could contribute to the war effort in these years, that they could also make a difference when their fathers and brothers went to war. so the child sidekick was invented and at marvel, that was bucky barnes + toro raymond.

but even in the silver age, we maintained a younger sidekick mentality: rick jones, janet van dyne (until she turned out be old enough to marry hank pym), and i would even include flash thompson's brief stint as a fake spider-man in this category. but, yes, all these "sidekick" scenarios eventually winded down. but i don't think it's because marvel decided sidekicks weren't a worthy trend anymore. far from it.

i think DC's interpretation of the mentor/sidekick relationship becomes more paternal/familial whereas marvel's becomes centered around guilt and trauma (rick jones, primarily). i wouldn't say marvel hated sidekicks after the golden age; they just become heroes on their own (peter parker, the original x-men, nova, etc.) rather than relying on a mentor-esque figure. i think DC has clung to the paternal side of this trend more and maintained it - it's worked for them, so great. but marvel i think dived the other way which was also great.

i know about the "spider-man killed teen sidekicks by being both a young person and the main hero" take as well and i have some thoughts on that, too, if you'll bear with me.

i think it isn't that we started hating sidekicks. i think we realized that, after the golden age, the kids weren't just kids anymore. there is a genre of kid who was too young to fight in ww2 but who still dealt with that trauma and that kid was reading these comics, sending in letters, collecting stamps, etc. comic mags in the golden age used to be FULL of things like "if you see any war planes over your city, report it to the nearest military office!" or "you can collect scrap metal and donate it to the war effort, just like timmy here!" and after the events of pearl harbor, every timely comic had a big stamp on them, demanding that we "remember pearl harbour".

now its 1962 and that kid is 15 and he kinda doesn't NEED his dad as much cause he's either dead or he's been away for years fighting in the war. this kid needs to be his own hero. [gestures to peter parker, richard rider, steve rogers even if you count the origin story] like it isn't that spider-man killed the sidekicks - it's that he lost his father figure (ben parker) and now had to be his own hero and i think that would've resonated a LOT with kids of that era who had gone through a similar loss.

i think it shows in rick jones too - the reason rick just never REALLY "sidekicked" is because he was a reflection of the young boys/girls at the time who suddenly had no parents or elder figures bc of the wars. now they had to deal with it on their own and thats why he didn't stick it out with steve and why he became bruce's friend instead of the hulk's sidekick, cause he just didn't need that mentor and that protection anymore after what he (as a representation of kids from the after-war years) had gone through.

it isn't that the sidekicks died. it's that they were forced to grow up.

if you're interested in thoughts like this, i have some posts on my rarely used wordpress blog. The Golden Age: overview: how i started reading the Golden Age comics. The Golden Age: I: characters i thought i knew, but did not. The Golden Age II: think of the women and children!

#mk.post #marvel comics #i encourage rbs!#mk.essay

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Okay so I'm sorry for word vomiting here but I've got this AU that I've been developing in my head for the past few weeks. I call it my Disney Crossover/House of Mouse/When I say everyone loves Yuu, I’m talking about the entire Disney animated multiverse AU.

(I’m going to be referring to Yuu as she/her because of my own pronouns)

Basically, Yuu ends up working at the House of Mouse every night for extra money because Crowley sucks. She travels through a magic mirror in Ramshackle. Everyone there loves her: the (human and animal) adults think of her as their daughter, the animals love her (she’s not a beast tamer for nothing), the kids constantly want to hang out with her and even the villains have a soft spot for her (mainly because she treats them like normal people and not as villains. She’s super kind and sweet to them even when they try to scare her). Somehow, they realise that they don’t really know who she is or how she got there or anything so they ask her about it and she’s like “it’s a long story I don’t want to explain the whole thing.”

So due to either Disney Magic™ or one of Professor Von Drake’s inventions, the entire Disney theatrical animated universe watch everything that’s happened to Yuu so far in Twisted Wonderland. So obviously this would lead to lots of questions and everything but that’s not what I want to talk about. Oh no. What I’m getting to is this:

Ship Wars.

Everyone sees how Yuu has got each and every boy at NRC wrapped around her little finger and she’s literally so dense and oblivious to how positively smitten and whipped they are for her so they play a little matchmaking. Obviously The Great Seven™ would want Yuu to get with their own Twisted versions. It was unprecedented. Normally every villain knows not to get on the bad side of the Mistress of all Evil but the second she’s like “she’s my future granddaughter, my Malleus has been courting him the day they met” WWIII breaks out.

The Heroes™ are at first like “why villains though?” before realising that the boys would rather chop off a limb before they would ever think about letting Yuu get anywhere near harm and they’re like “so for their wedding, I’m thinking…” Because what’s the biggest bragging right than having the beloved Yuu getting with someone that’s based on your story.

Listen, because I have ideas™ of villains trying to get their kid (yes, they see the boys as their kids, sue them) with Yuu and the heroes being like “Are you married? No. Move over.” Simba and Nala helping Leona with ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight 2.0’ whilst Scar and the hyenas scheme in the shadows (the hyenas love Ruggie by the way. He’s an honorary member of the cackle), Aladdin and Jasmine hardcore shipping Kalim with Yuu (Aladdin to the other princes “they rode on a magic carpet and had an elephant parade. Perfect first date material right there.”) whilst JamilYuu shippers Jafar and Iago seethe, Alice may not know much about relationships but she’s got an imagination, an older sister and sees how invested the White Rabbit, card soldiers and the Queen and King of Hearts are with RiddleYuu so she’s going to help. The Dwarves hate Vil. Snow White loves everyone. She just wants Yuu to be happy. Lovable himbo tries to get Idia and Yuu together but Meg just rolls her eyes and Hades yells at him for ruining his plans. Ariel and Eric see Azul, a mer who’s fallen in love with a human and they’re like “our time has come. Sebastian, get your voice ready.” and Ursula’s like “that might be the one good idea you two have ever had”. Maleficent has been MalleYuu Shipper No1 from the start (a title that Lilia had to give up to her after a one minute stare down). She already has a room prepared for the prefect for when she visits the Valley of Thorns. Aurora, Phillip and the three good fairies think that Malleus is a sweet boy and are rooting for him.

Of course, there will be ship wars.

And don’t get me started on the battles that the villainous henchmen/sidekicks get with each other. If I have motivation, I might write something for this AU but I have a bunch of headcanons and scenarios for it. Also, Yuu is an honorary Disney Princess. She gets to sit with them at their table and has a personal invite to visit their castles whenever she wants so that they can have some girl time together. (Mulan and Merida mainly want to teach her how to use weapons and are 100000% ready to hunt down any of the boys that try to mess with her).

Listen, I love everything about this. House of Mouse was one one my favorite cartoons as a kid so i'm all on board for this. (It is an affront that the series is not on Disney+, but at least its on Youtube.)

Mickey tapping on the glass of the Ramshackle mirror: Hey, hey kid. Wanna work at my club?

All i'm thinking of is the episode where Max has a date with Roxanne and everyone swears not to embarrass him, and then proceeds to embarrass with their well intentioned attempts to make it perfect. Like dedicated Sebastian's Kiss the girl performance and setting up a Lady and Tramp style meal for them. That, but with the NRC boy of the week.

Miss Yuu: I'm going to be bringing my friend Azul this Friday. When he heard about the club he was interested to check it out for ideas for his lounge.

The entire cast of the little mermaid:

There is not a speck of chill in that establishment. Sebastian's going to perform Kiss the Girl. Ariel and Eric get the bright idea to invite them to sit with them like a double date. Ursula and batting the other villains from interfering with a stick. It's a mess.

Rinse and repeat every other week with a different student.

Imagine Hades trying to teach Idia how to be a quick smooth talker to get Yuu to go out with him and its just failing miserably. Or Yuu just glaring at the Magic Mirror in the lobby.

Or ladies night at the House of Mouse, and all the princesses insist Yuu sit them and enjoy the show, and Minnie assures her she can take a break for a while. Then upon Clarabells suggestion in the episode, they do a bachelor auction, Only the Bachalors are Vil, Malleus, Leona and whoever else they could rope into it. Only all the princesses are bidding on their favorites and then giving the date to Yuu.

And like you said, everyone sort of adopts Yuu in their own way. But Goofy especially is going full dad mode for Yuu. Just comes to her defense at any moment like he does with Max and its very sweet.

#twisted wonderland #miss yuu #the house of mouse

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Along side the religious mc, what about a pagan mc who keeps trying to convince everyone of the other ancient gods because they speak to said gods, and no one believes it until they talk to someone like zuez or thor (can't spell lol) during a bad storm with thunder and lightning while outside?

Like, I think it'll be funny

DON'T MESS WITH MC AND THEIR HUMAN WORD GODS

Mc entering the doing room with a grim face.

Mc: Who has blown out the candles on my altar?

The brothers look at each other.

Lucifer: it's for safety Mc, well end burning (again) as we continue like this.

Mc: Lucifer is my altar to Hestia!! You can't put out the flames in honor of the home fire.

Satan: Mc pleace, mythology is just a tale.

Mc: Are YOU really telling me this?

Belphie: they are just inventions Mc...

Mc: the gods are real!!!

Levi: then, how is it possible that Thor and Zeus are both God's od thunder lol?

Mc: the human word is vast and ancient, each mythology has its own domains and must be respected.

Mammon: yeah, yeah, Mc, I hope your little friends the God don't punish us for it...

Mc: *squinting* who plays with fire ends up getting burned.

After several days, an electrical storm broke out in the Devildom and it does not stop.

Mammon: I can't take it anymore, when is this storm going to stop?

Beel: this is very weird... This doesn't usually happen in Devildom

Asmo: I need a night without lightnings nor thunders!!! I can't rest

They all enter in the House soaked and find Mc having tea whit two men.

The brothers: ...

Lucifer: Who are they?

Mc: *grinning* dear biblical creatures let me introduce you to Thor, God of thunder,son of Odin and Zeus, father of God's and God of thunders as well

Zeus raises his hand and, at that moment, a thunder rolls.

Mc: I thought that maybe it's a good time to introduce you to all my friends.

Lucifer: ...

Zeus: ...

Lucifer: so... are you telling me that your daughter was born from your head?

Zeus: that's right.

Lucifer: It is a Joke?

Zeus: well, at least she was not spawned exclusively from my anger.

Lucifer: *angry ofended demon noises*

Levi: so you are a sea god?

Poseidon: yeah, I’m the king of the oceans, the great Poseidon, capable of causing earthquakes and tidal waves, hero of titanomachy and father of numerous creatures.

Levi: ...

Levi: I think that that is a hit to my self esteem.

Mammon: so you are friend with Mc?

Loki: yes

Mammon: and you are a god of tricks and deceit?

Loki: that's how everybody know me.

Mammon: *Realicing* That why Mc always beats me at cards!!

Loki: oh no, i offered my help but... they didn't need it, you are easy enougth to fool whithout my magic

Solomon: I still can't belive that Mc had ties to all of you.

Isis: well, they are a lovely person, and they have respected and honored us since they were a child.

Solomon: ... you are a magic god, aren't you?

Isis: *Look up and down at Solomon* Yes I am

Solomon: could you teach me some spells? I want to use them to cook something for Mc and the others, you know to surprise them.

Isis: oh boy, that's a pathetic excuse, I'm not going to teach you anything. Besides, there is no magic that can save what you call cooking.

Solomon: ... auch

Asmo: so... you are the embodiment of beauty?

Afrodita: of course, don't you have eyes?

Asmo: well I have not seen anything that you have achieved that I have not.

Afrodita: *similing* cute little demon, I defeated you the moment I shared a bath with Mc.

Asmo: ...

Asmo: you win, teach me, please

Barbatos: ...

Hades: ...

Hades: you remind me of my father.

Barbatos: excuse me?

Hades: yeah, the whole thing about controlling time and being a cruel criature... I hope you are not one of those who devour their children.

Luke looks at Barbatos with teary eyes.

Luke: are you going to devour me?

Barbatos: Luke no

Simeon observes with Mc the chaos that has been unleashed in the Devildom thanks to the different gods.

Simeon: I never would have expected something like this...

Mc: the truth is that I do.

Simeon: and that all those stories were real ...

Mc: ... Simeon, dear, you are an angel, we are in the hell and I leve with seven demons, I've meet the death and here, our sorcerer friend lived for hundred of years... Are you really telling me this?

Simeon: sometimes I forget those details...

Mc: yeah, you should remember that I'm a human holy chicken.

Hestia: we have been able to help you?

Mc: yes, I appreciate that you brought the whole troop.

Hestia: ha ha, it has been interesting.

Mc: no one will dare to touch your flames now

Hestia: *kiss Mc's forehead* take care dear child, enjoy your live here and look for your friend, they are interesting creatures.

Mc: I'll do, my goodness.

Hestia: and don't forget where you come from.

Well, well, have I enjoyed writing this? I have enjoyed it, I am a lover of mythology,bI know Greek mythology the most, but I would love to learn more about other mythologies. All the scenarios that could be written... Thank you @shota-catziwa much for the suggestion, I would have liked to delve deeper into mc's relationship with the gods but my head doesn't give for more. I just hope you enjoy it even if it's a little bit.

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Do you think they should have went with the Chosen One plot for Anakin when they made the prequels? I've been rewatching the original trilogy and there is no mention of any prophecy. It seemed more like Anakin was a very powerful Jedi, but nothing grander then that.

Then, all of sudden the prequels are saying that he is the literal messiah of the Galaxy, destined to bring balance to the Force.

I mean, this isn't the blog for that, anon.

It's really not the blog for it not just in the sense that we talk about how things are here not how we want them to be but also because I think the Original Trilogy are also incredibly bad movies. They're not winning awards for being any better than the rest of the gang or any more righteous, they just have nostalgia, a few great actors carrying the weight (but only a few and not even some of the most important ones), a fantastic soundtrack (that admittedly is strikingly similar in parts to Holst's The Planets), and some great special effects and editing as of the time that George has tried to strip away with every passing year. It's no skin off my nose if the Prequels took some liberties to make things better (and... the thing about The Prequels is that they're not better, of course, but the plot is a lot more compelling than 'the Death Star blew up once' followed by a short break then 'the Death Star blew up twice')

But as for your question, it didn't strike me as too odd we didn't hear of it, because that's the whole thing: Jedi culture is wiped out to two known survivors (that we see anyway). And per those Jedi survivors, Anakin was very clearly not the chosen one as he did anything but bring balance to the Force.

So, you have Obi-Wan who doesn't want to talk about fucking any of it and lies through his teeth multiple times to Luke because he just doesn't want to talk about any of it. Then you have Yoda who wants to talk about it even less.

Neither is bringing up "did you know there was this prophecy where your father was supposed to bring balance to the Force? Boy, did he sure not do that".

Vader certainly isn't bringing it up either as, well, look at his miserable life and how much he hates himself and the Jedi. He's not bringing up their stupid prophecy that clearly wasn't true.

Remember very little is known about the Jedi for the common people, especially after Palpatine's taken over and spread propaganda and such. Han doesn't even think the Jedi are real and if he does it's "that weird space religion cult thing that died out???"

That is to say the prophecy is not common knowledge and especially not for people like Luke, Han, or even Leia for that matter for all she's a little more Jedi adjacent.

Even within the Jedi we see that people don't take the prophecy seriously. That was a Qui-Gon thing. He was super into that prophecy, yo, and the other Jedi (Yoda, Mace, Obi-Wan even) all sort of stared at him looking very upset for insisting on this.

And in the war, while Anakin was an exceptionally talented Jedi, he wasn't really used as a propaganda piece/seen as the only Jedi who would save them all.

The prophecy was just the reason Qui-Gon insists on training him despite his age and is one of those things that seems to have actually been correct for all that no one will ever admit it.

(@therealvinelle can correct me if I'm wrong but I'm going to lay down something that will make people very upset: Anakin being "The Hero with No Fear", seen as one of two great Jedi in the war who are doing so much for the cause more than anyone else, and the extra focus on this prophecy was an invention of Disney's 2008 The Clone Wars, not the films.)

#star wars #star wars meta #star wars headcanon #the original trilogy #anti the original trilogy #the prequel trilogy #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #yoda #qui-gon jinn #meta #headcanon #opinion

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[Image Description: A digital drawing made to look like two pages of an old storybook, with a cup-stain on one end of the page. There are three drawings to illustrate the story. The first is of a 10 year old Hope and his twin Areill, who are both in green tunics, holding hands. The second is of a young Hope holding the wooden sword looking up at the Old Man. the third drawing is of a teenage Hope holding up the full triforce over his head with both hands. The story is transcribed below the cut -End ID]

Linked Spirit Backstory/Character References- Hope

Hero - Sky - Ordon - Wild - Forest - Bean - Wind - Engineer - Rinku - Smith - Mouse

Transcript:

"The Story of Hope

Once upon a time, in a land known as Calatia, a young boy was born... and an identical child was granted to the family by a fairy. It was foretold one of the pair would be destined to leave their parents. One grew up quiet and strong, and the other, dramatic and inventive, both deeply adventurous.

One fateful day, one of them wandered into Hyrule. Their destiny began: tasked with fighting the great evil, Ganon, as the exhausted land of Hyrule's last hope. Ganon defeated, few predicted their hero would be hunted by Ganon's followers for their blood to revive the evil.

Between Link and Areill, it could've happened to be either one of them. But, Link is ultimately glad it was him, proud to be the Hero. Even if the Princess forces him to actually work sometimes. (No one told him Heroism required Cleaning)

His dearest Princess (who she STILL hasn't gotten a proper kiss from) offered to protect them and the triforce he held if he stayed in Hyrule Castle after years of adventuring between his homeland and Hyrule. With many misadventures, the pair would seek to help restore Hyrule. Their most recent adventure led to securing the final piece of the Triforce, and awaking the sleeping Princess Zelda. As Link's Adventure finished, it seems a new shining hope shall fall upon Hyrule, with the triforce finally back together again... if only she could figure out how the danged thing actually worked."

#linked spirit #loz au #legend of zelda #linked spirit au #loz #ls hope #character reference

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draco/harry G, 1,322 featuring author Draco Malfoy, his unemployed husband, and an interviewer who seems a little too fixated on their gay little life. but that's just the way of fanfiction baby

BY GEORGIE HARKINS

NOVEMBER 17, 2023

“Draco, one of your admirers is here,” was the first thing I heard upon arriving at Draco Black’s modest country home. After being greeted by a luscious, wild front garden and a rather cantankerous tabby, I was met at the door by Black’s husband, who identified me quite correctly.

To say it was a surprise to receive the invite for an informal interview would be an understatement. Black, while well-known and heavily awarded, has never been seen in public, and has asked that I keep my descriptions of him, his family, and his home to a minimum. Though, I will do my best, despite the restrictions, to paint of picture of the man behind some of the most inventive and mature fantasy novels the literature world has seen in quite some time.

A story of the heir to a great name and fortune, caught up in a war steeped in the supremacy of magical people over their non-magical counterparts. The early books paint a picture of childlike wonder, excitement, and naivety, with the threat of what is to come in the later books just around the corner. A devastating struggle between dark and light, with our anti-hero caught up in the shadows, unsure of whether to escape and lose all he holds dear, or stay and sink deeper into the mire. The tale has earned him critical acclaim and household recognition, but, admirably, he’s maintained his privacy, and let his work speak for itself.

The inside of his home–bright, airy, full of greenery–is in sharp contrast to the usually bleak settings of his novels. Decay, both social and physical, has been a key theme across his series of fantasy novels: The Poisoned Heir. Despite this, he surrounds himself with life. We sat down at the kitchen table, where I asked him about this.

“I feel… to write about the breaking down of all we hold dear, we must first appreciate what we have,” Black said, cradling a clay mug of Assam, his preferred brew, “I’ve loved, lost, and rebuilt. We all have. But, to write it on such a grand scale can send me into a sort of… spiral. So, I try to find joy and life in anything I can outside of my work.”

One thing I noticed about Black was the way he seemed to take his time while speaking. I watched him grasp for words from the surrounding air, and told him so.

He laughed, “When I was a boy, I had a quick, sharp tongue. It hasn’t dulled with age, but it’s definitely slowed, and that’s a good thing.”

“A very good thing!” came the voice of his husband from the adjoining living room.

“I’m conducting an interview!” Black called back.

“I’m conducting an interview! ” came the voice again.

“Excuse him.”

“No, no. It’s lovely,” I said, “How long have you two been married?”

His husband is an “unemployed layabout”, in Black’s terms, not mine, whom he met during his days in secondary school. Though they didn’t reconnect until much later in life. He showed me pictures of them together, young and rowdy, casting uneasy glances at each other among friends. Walking down the hallway crowded with photos, I followed their life. From unsure crooked smiles to comfortable family candids, Black claims their love story is one for the ages.

“Twenty years, now. Two children, all grown up.”

“That’s impressive.”

“Isn’t it?” Black replied, looking down into the remains of his tea, pensive, “You know, it was Harry who convinced me to finally publish my novels. I’d thought about it for years, had them all written out.”

“All seven?”

“All seven, just sitting in a drawer!”

“If you hadn’t originally planned on publishing them, then what was the purpose?” I asked.

Seven novels chronicling the tense political schism in a society of magic users, the journey from innocence to awakening, a war to end all wars– sat in a drawer collecting dust. Except, Black said, his children did hear the same story growing up. Though, less polished. I was reminded of a photo I saw in that hallway, of a little blonde girl resting on a younger Black’s knee, reading from what looked to be some sort of parchment.

“It was therapeutic. A… retelling of my entire life in a way that seemed just as all-encompassing as it felt when it was happening. I was raised to have an incredibly skewed moral compass, and as time went on I began to heal, and reframe, but there was always this need to let it out. All of it, every last bit, so I could see it laid out before me.”

“So, you wrote.”

Black nodded, “I wrote. Only then could I truly understand myself and the world around me.”

“Based on what you’ve said, is it correct to assume that the main character is based on yourself?”

“In a sense. I think my biggest fear during the publishing process was that people would not sympathize with Lucien… that they would see his redemption as undeserved, a feeling I’ve carried my whole life.”

Lucien, the anti-hero of the series, received mixed reviews in the press. His many crimes were never glossed over in the books, as the character struggled internally throughout– sometimes excusing himself, other times devolving into self-loathing and punishment. Some critics claimed that the character was too far gone to receive a happy ending, while others lauded Black for his ability to write such a morally dubious character in a way that could be seen as relatable or understandable by the end.

“Did you get the reaction you were hoping for?”

“To this day, I’m still not quite sure. In the end, though, I realized that I didn’t need people to understand or sympathize with him, I just needed them to see him.”

“Well, he’s been seen by over fifty million readers. How does that make you feel?”

“Rather exposed, wouldn’t you think?”

“I would,” I agreed, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pivot a bit here, into something that may be a bit more personal.”

“Please.”

“You received criticism after the fourth instalment, in which Lucien realizes that he is gay, from both sides of the political spectrum. Some on the right were disappointed in his being gay at all, while the left felt that you were painting queer people in a poor light in an already intense political landscape. What would your response be to these critics?”

Black leaned back in his chair, comically stroking his chin, “I think I’d say… that I don’t fucking care what they think.”

“That’s quite blunt.”

“I’ve never been one for cutting verbal corners. More fictional queer people should be horrible and evil, until they equal the numbers of their real-world, heterosexual counterparts.”

“Well said.”

“Do you have anything else you’d like to ask me? I’m afraid my daughter will be arriving for lunch in just a few minutes.”

I thought about this for a few moments. Did I want to ask him about his current writing process? If we should be expecting a new work anytime soon? Ultimately, I decided on a question I felt would cater to him, as he’d given me this unique opportunity in the first place.

“Is there any specific character based on your husband in the books?”

A laugh resounded from the living room, and Black’s mouth turned up in a shy smile.

“Why, his school rival, of course,” Black replied.

“The one who Lucien beat to a pulp on the Quitchball field?” I replied, admittedly flabbergasted.

“Quite so.”

Harry joined us then in the kitchen, ruffling Black’s hair a bit before picking up the mugs we’d been drinking from, “I’ll have you know, Georgie, that I was the one who did most of the beating. You can go and tell that to the press.”

“Oh, I will,” I promised, and now I have.

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