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lol-misantlery · 2 years

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Yuletide 2022

Hello! I am misantlery on ao3. I accept treats!

Under the read more are specific details about what I want for Mad Men, Don’t Worry Darling RPF, Star Wars RPF, Peacemaker, House of the Dragon, and Cloak & Dagger.

General Likes

PINING, awkwardness, people being inexplicably fond of each other, breaking up/making up fic, people being emotionally repressed, denial, FORCED INTIMACY (pretending to be dating, bed sharing, huddling for warmth, trapped in elevator/closet/room together), amnesia fic, first times, hurt/comfort, trust issues, hooker aus, robot aus, canon-divergent aus, happily ever afters.

I am good with g-rated or nc-17 rated fic, but if you’re comfortable writing porn here are some things I am into:

character driven porn, hangups and sexy shame, pining while fucking, tender railing, rough sex, a 'stop trying to make love to me while I'm trying to fuck you' vibe, frottage, oral (blowjobs, cunnilingus, and rimming), comeplay, overstimulation, first times, bad decision sex, sexual experimentation, fun/goofy/‘bad’ sex, intimacy issues, dubcon of the sex pollen/something made them do it variety.

Do Not Wants

rape/non con, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mundane aus, soulmate marks aus, 24/7 BDSM, non canonical major character death, harm to animals, unhappy endings, mpreg, issuefic [fic focused on sexuality/identity issues], harm to children.

If you want to know some more about what i’m into for each fandom/want some prompts, then keep reading but don’t stress about following each prompt to the letter or anything. They’re here for inspiration!

Mad Men: Bob Benson, Pete Campbell

This is probably my forever yuletide fandom! The show’s been over for a while now, but I still have an enormous soft spot for the love story of Bob and Pete, and would read any number of variations on it. I don’t mind if you ignore certain parts of canon (s7) or go canon divergent, you can also follow canon if want (Bob shows up in Wichita??) GO WILD. Shipping Bob/Pete began as a joke for me, but I do ship it for real. I like that Bob is all *_________* about Pete and Pete is simultaneously disgusted and intrigued. He might not be gay, but he’s definitely into someone who’s into him. Also, if you just want to write about Bob I’d be really interested in his past and what the whole “manservant” deal was. We pretty much know nothing about him and I’d be interested in some backstory, but I’m not exactly looking for Bob/OMC PWP. In case it seemed that way! btw, here is a supercut of all Bob/Pete scenes (pw: kneetouching). Enjoy! Prompts: Fake dating: The CEO of a big company is secretly gay and Pete thinks pretending to be gay will form a bond of solidarity that will give him an edge, but the CEO mistakes this for interest and Pete scrambles to come up with an excuse to get out of doing anything gay and he comes up with, “I have a lover! You may have met him…” They go to a gay bar lolz and awkwardness ensue. Pete molds Bob into the Perfect Ad Man and falls for him in the process. Basically “My Fair Lady” with a hillbilly and sodomy. Groundhog day fic: Pete has to go through the same day again and again, tries to get help from Ken, Peggy, etc, and then comes to the realization that only Bob believes him. Bob is a conman who starts out trying to seduce Pete as part of a long con, but ends up falling in love. What if Bob is a spy who mistakes Pete for his contact because Pete compliments his tie? what kind of spy and mistaken identity shenanigans could ensue? What if Bob and Pete + the Purge??? (Please see my previous letters for why I am strangely compelled by adding the Purge to assorted canons.) I feel like Bob would do well. He’s got secrets. Maybe one of those secrets is a facility with weaponry. Also, sodomy wasn’t legal in New York until the 1980s. What if someone in the office awkwardly asks Bob what he’s going to do during the Purge and Pete is appalled, because how uncouth! Everyone knows you don’t ask people what they’re going to do during the Purge! And then Bob makes some veiled comment about how he always spends his Purges banging dudes, and Pete is horribly Intrigued because sex stuff is never a Purge thing he’d thought of. I love California Pete and the stupid little sweater he has over his shoulders and just his whole vibe in general. I would love to see Bob meet California Pete and struggle to figure out the right tack to take with this version of him. Would Pete going in for a hug blow Bob’s entire mind??? The more ridiculous you can go with this the better! I love sex pollen! Maybe Pete tries to sell a perfume that turns out to have sexy properties and Bob tries to help and hilarity, porn and sexy shame ensue. Or you could take this in another direction! Maybe it happens after Bob humiliates Pete with the Chevy execs. I love the desperation of having to go to your enemy for mercy. This would be awesome with either one of them being the sex pollenee.

Don’t Worry Darling RPF: Olivia Wilde, Florence Pugh

This is the kind of low stakes celebrity drama I love. Beautiful people at fancy film festivals using their stylists to vague about each other! If you're not familiar with this, here is a good rundown. I love that Olivia really goes all in on how of COURSE Florence is the best!1! There's no drama here! while Florence barely holds back her dislike. I'd love to see that antagonistic dynamic explored and maybe have it translated into hatesex, if you are so inclined! While I'm flexible about the reason for their antagonism (perceived or real unprofessionalism, perceive or real jealousy) I don't want a lot of focus on how Olivia's current or past SOs feel about it.

Some possible fic ideas, if you want them:

• They mostly avoided doing any kind of promo together, but what if DWD gets a sequel and they have to work together again? Maybe this time the movie goes full canon Alice/Bunny. Or maybe that MCU movie Olivia is directing is about Yelena!

• An argument leaves them left behind on set when the crew leaves in disgust. A low stakes stranded scenario that nevertheless leads to huddling for warmth and talking/fucking/sorting out their problems.

• AU where having fired Shia, Olivia is forced to take the role herself, leading to her directing a sex scene with Florence that gets out of hand

• I'm also here for angry sex/hatesex at the Venice Film Festival or on set or backstage at an awards show.

• Black Widow AU

• Or for something different: this tweet.

Don't you get it? There IS no Don't Worry Darling. All of this is the movie. The trailer, the feuds, the relationship, the custody papers, the press, spitting on Chris Pine, kissing Nick Kroll, all of this is the movie.

Performance art! Go wild with it!

Star Wars RPF: Any (Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Domhnall Gleeson) You definitely don't have to include all three of them in the fic. I love the way Oscar plays off both of them separately and would be happy with fic exploring his friendship with either of them! If you do go for shipfic, I would prefer to handwave past or current SOs altogether. Oscar Isaac + Domhnall Gleeson I love them together and I love them separately. They're endlessly enjoyable to watch together both in-character and in interviews and I found the Ex Machina press tour delightful. I love the dynamic we see in interviews— needling each other, escalating to make the other laugh, relentless banter. It's great. In terms of fic, I'm happy with Ex Machina era fic or something set during the multiple Star Wars or current day, future fic— whatever works for you! I'll also be happy to get something shippy or genfic about them getting stoned and deep discussing the ethics of robotfucking or philosophizing about method acting and character bleed. I love them and I'll be happy to get anything with these two. Some prompts: • 5+1 fic. Maybe something like '5 projects they didn't star in and one they did.' Or the opposite! • I'd really love for them to make another movie together so feel free to go full wish fulfillment here. I'm down for anything— more Star Wars? Sounds good to me! A romcom? Amazing! An awards darling? I love it! • Speaking of awards darlings, I shamelessly love awards season, so something set during it would be A+. Are they promoting a movie together? Are they competing in the same category? #giveoscaranoscar? • I recently saw a picture of Oscar and Domhnall's dad Brendan Gleeson and it reminded of Oscar saying Domhnall's never invited him to Dublin, so maybe something where he visits and they catch up. IDK, I'm picturing some Before trilogy-type vibes and maybe some making out. • I'd also be down for something set during a disastrous nightmare shoot— the film's over budget, over time, they're half-stranded in a remote location, and there's only one bed?? I love forced proximity tropes so feel free to stack as many of them as you want. • I love media fic in RPF: fake interviews, fake tweets, fake long distance texting. • I love reunions and the potential there with repeat costars. I'd love fic about them coming together after the months/years apart between projects. • Consider: Oscar in a skirt. • I'm happy with whatever vibe you want to write. Humor, angst, straight up PWP. It's all good. Oscar Isaac + Pedro Pascal Oscar and Pedro - what can I even say about these two? I love their almost 2 decade friendship, their incredibly comfortable and easy banter, and the way they constantly give each other shit. 2022 has brought an absolute wealth of interviews and social media posts highlighting their love for each other and I have greedily consumed each one in delight. I just want more of these two space sisters in their space pod. I am very much in favor of you going full Oscar/Pedro romance but I’ll be happy with whatever you write! I had their current DILF selves in mind for most of my prompts but if you want to explore the beginnings of their relationship or any part of its development over the years I would definitely love that! Some ideas! • Holidays Oscar and Pedro spend together over the years • Any kind of slice of life with their usual banter: filming Triple Frontier, supporting each other’s projects, just hanging out, whatever! • Forced proximity tropes and media fic are also very welcome here too! • This!

Pedro thinks Oscar looks like Sam the Eagle – Muppet AU??? Is there a world where Oscar has simply always been a muppet? Does Oscar wake up to find himself made of felt and a body that’s 80% eyebrows? Or is it Pedro that wakes up to find Oscar passed the muppet curse onto him? Surprise me! • Space AU! • Also this! -Pedro and Oscar disagreeing on who would win a fight between Mando and Moon Knight made me instantly think of that “Could you take them?/Yeah/Oh you mean in a fight” Lil Nas X post. There’s clearly only one way to resolve this, and that’s with boning. -Pedro won’t reveal his secret nickname for Oscar even wearing a lie detector because some things must stay sacred. Is it sexy? Embarrassing? Disgustingly romantic? • Consider again: Oscar in a skirt • Additional things for your consideration: here, here, and here. Oscar says he’s slutty, slutty Pedro’s ride or die and he’s never been led astray by another actor and John Boyega calls bullshit! I’d love anything exploring this. What's up with Oscar suddenly changing his tune and calling himself the most devoted when previously he’s said Pedro is completely obsessed with him? If you feel like bringing John into the mix and have John and Pedro compete over who most gets to have Oscar as their ride or die I would not complain. If that competition involves threesomes and/or railing, I would super super not complain!

Peacemaker: Adrian Chase, Christopher Smith

I watched the show earlier this year and instantly fell in love with it. I love everything about it, from the credits to the team-as-family vibes, to every single one of the characters. I'm only requesting Peacemaker and Vigilante this time, but feel free to bring in the other characters as well! Especially Eagly. :DDDD I love the lighthearted, fun tone of the show and would love something along those lines. BFF ships are some of my favorites and far and away, Peacemaker and Vigilante are my favorite BFF ship, even if Peacemaker doesn't acknowledge that they're BFFs. One of my favorite canon moments for them- and I recognize this is a little fucked up- is the moment when Peacemaker can't shoot the butterfly children and Vigilante steps up and does it for him. In that moment, it's so clear how willing Vigilante is to do anything for him, and it's just as clear that Chris needs him, even if he has difficulty saying so. Some prompts: • This canon lends itself really well to bonkers casefic/mission fic as well as tropey stuff. Maybe they have to save the world by going undercover at a sex club! Or at a couples' cruise! I love fake dating/pretending to be married and I think it'd be hilarious with these two, especially if you include the team's reactions. • For more tropey stuff, they touch an alien artifact and get— sex pollened! bodyswapped! soulbonded! • "Well, how else am I gonna experience motherhood?" He's right and he should say it! I love Vigilante, feel free to knock him up. Mpreg DNW does not apply in this specific prompt. • If you're into media fic, I feel like Peacemaker would make some A++ AITA reddit posts and I would love to read them! Or are there twitter rumors about him on twitter like there are about Aquaman? Is this a Mistaken For A Couple By The Internet situation with Vigilante? • Okay, so I'm curious about their threesomes. /o\ Was Amber Calcaterra the first, or just one in a series of many? How did the two of them seduce Amber? How did this thing even get started? Inquiring minds want to know!

House of the Dragon: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen

After GoT and its ending, I nearly didn't give this a shot. But then I did. Goddamn it, HBO, you got me.

I love the characters, I love the drama, and I love my shiny new incest ship. Daemon/Rhaenyra grabbed me from the moment he hung that Valyrian steel necklace on her neck and even if that moment and its small piece of light UST hadn't been enough, the time he snuck her out for a wild night on the town and they ended up nearly banging in a brothel while he whispered to her about a woman's pleasure being just as important as a man's would've cinched it. I love the energy they have from the beginning that they're the only ones who really understand each other, that they're always in on things together, and they're kind of pulling one over on everyone else. I would love really anything with them having a lot of sexual tension and teasing and build-up until it explodes. *___* If you'd like a prompt, here are a few! - I would fucking love an epistolary fic when he's in Pentos and she's in Driftmark and they're both trying to pretend everything is fine and they're not pining for one another a ridiculous amount but also not above trying to make each other jealous by talking about how great their spouses are. - I don't know exactly how you'd make a whole fic out of it, but I loved the moment when Daemon and Rhaenyra were dancing at her rehearsal dinner- their push/pull dynamic on full display, Daemon simultaneously reluctant and intimidated, Rhaenyra openly challenging him, a thin veil of lucky circumstances letting them steal a few secret seconds. More like that, please! - Actually, on that subject of that scene, the crowd closed in so close that we never saw if they kissed or not. Show me which you headcanon and why! - So about that brothel scene. So enticing. So hot. And so abruptly cut off. >:( I really thought when I watched it that Daemon was going to go down on Rhaenyra in the middle of that brothel- possibly with her encouraging him by pushing him to his knees. The show may have denied me, but I'd love to get fic like this! - Rhaenyra pegging Daemon, please? :D? That's it. That's the prompt. - As mentioned above, I don't like noncon, but I love characters who are in this together PRETENDING it's noncon for a hostile audience. Feel free to shove Daemon and Rhaenyra into any situation where Some Bad Guys Make Them Do It- except that, unknown to those bad guys, they're not making them do anything they don't want to do. - I ship Daemon/Rhaenyra primarily, but I am not at all opposed to dipping into their relationships with others and blurring them together. I would love Daemon/Rhaenyra/Laena or Daemon/Rhaenyra/Harwin or, if you're feeling really adventurous, Daemon/Rhaenyra/Laena/Harwin. While I would like it if there was some element of teasing and performance- like Daemon seducing Harwin for Rhaenyra's entertainment- I would REALLY love it if there was still equal interest, i.e Rhaenyra and Laena wanting each other for their own sake.

Cloak and Dagger: Tandy Bowen and Tyrone Johnson I’ll forever be sad this show only got 2 seasons. :( Ty and Tandy are perfect and I love everything about them. I just cannot get enough of the ways they complement and complete each other. I love how they are absolutely 100% ride or die for each other. I love how they spend so much of the first season unable to even touch without blowing shit up but once they get a handle on it, they’re holding hands and exchanging casual touches basically any chance they get. I loved them literally fighting each others personal demons in the finale and the numerous ways they’ll express their love for each other without actually saying the words. The fact that they were finally going to get together and kiss in a prospective season 3 and we missed out on that when they got cancelled that will haunt me. I want to know what they’re up to after the season finale, but I do really love the two seasons we got. Waffles forever! *__* Prompts: • When we last see them, Ty and Tandy are on the bus, hitting the road. What’s their next move? • They powerswapped at least once in the comics. What does that look like for Ty and Tandy in the show? Darkforce daggers? What does Ty’s cloak do now? • Casefic/missionfic! • I really like the worldbuilding they did with the Divine Pairing and the Loa. If you’re interested in exploring the metaphysical trippiness of Ty and Tandy exploring more of the Dark Dimension I would love that! • The love confession and the kisses we never got to see! • I love Evita and her journey too, so if you want to include her go right ahead! • The S2 episode where Tandy experienced multiple different first meetings with Ty really fed my love of canon divergence AUs. I’d love more like that, where the details might change, but their bond is inevitable. • I love time loops, hurt/comfort, road trips, bedsharing, and mutual pining!

#yuletide

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evilroachindustrial · 6 years

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Ya know, when Liam said the Twins learned Abyssal in Elf School, I was thinking more like pretentious private school Latin class, not taking a language elective at the Syngornian School of Assassination.

#critical role #vox machina origins #also good to know that both the twins were trained in the ol' cloak & dagger #Vox Machina #I am also 1000% here for this detail #give me the Spy thriller AU where the Twins don't run away from Syngorn and become badass spy assassins

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lisartino · 3 years

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After days on it, here's my attempt at angsty fanfics with one dealing with the Void Overlord! AU.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Language: English

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He fled throughout the Endless paths and exterior corridors, the spiraling stairs, and the everflowing winds of the Zone. Mord, a green-skinned ghost clothed in grey was fleeing from a horde of pitch-black wraiths fused with bioluminescent, crystal ranging from blue to purple, and held swords, maces, and axes made of sharp quartz and minerals enhanced with an ethereal aura reminiscent of bright clouds with small glitters, fading in and out on a random basis.

He took a deep breath and threw a yellowish-green ball fuming with a scarlet red smoke toward the misty specters. The spherical object exploded, triggering echoing screeches from the aggressors, flailing their lithoid arsenal to get rid of the blood cloud engulfing them. Mord saw a line of rocks and jumped away from the warriors and possessed one of these rocks. He covered his mouth and his breaths were slow and silent as not to alert the crystalline wraiths with his core. The cloud was gone and the specters looked in all directions, clicking similarly to an animal’s echolocations and after five minutes of cautious research, they left in a dark purple nebula with no bioluminescence.

When the clicks are completely gone, Mord leaves his mineral cover and looks up for potential sentient crystals floating nearby. None are seen in one of the many lone, floating islands of the Infinite Realms of the Dead: Only sick green grass and dried blood-colored trunks from a lifeless tree along with the ocean-blue rocks who served Mord as his cover:

“Finally...I made it”, Mord relieved, his left hand around his chest to feel his exhausted breath.

With haste, the grey-cloaked ghost spoke in an unknown tongue and poofed out of the small island. Mord teleported back to an isolated, wooden cabin found with the undergrowth of a luxurious temperate forest full of great, violet oak trees with toxic green leaves covering the realms’ sky. The small house is made from oak wood, making it able to blend within the dim-lit, natural landscape. Some of the wooden planks were worn out by the moss of the realms and others were recently placed to hold the cabin. Perfect for someone looking for a guaranteed shelter from prying eyes like Mord. He opened the worn-out door, leaving a loud creak in its wake:

“Home sweet home…” the wanted spirit spoke, slowly walking with Peace in his mind.

The inner parts of the cabin are populated by an arsenal of light weapons hung up on walls, spare clothes tidied up in a cabinet, and ornate furniture: some like his bed are decorated with the skulls of his favorite kills Norse-style and others like the desk he used to sharpen his skills and create potions with alchemist tools nearby came with a Renaissance-themed architecture such as a lot of motifs and varnished wood planks. The hidden cabin hides a small, royal-like private room, which clashes with the outer appearance of the cabin. Mord put a lot of work into this little place he calls home.

He groped his way to a baroque wooden chair, backed it slightly away from a circular table, and sat there. He took a scarlet red and black, curved dagger with spikes with stains of a toxic green substance, still fresh from the latest deed Mord managed to pull. He examined the liquid...and he chuckled

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He planned this for mouths: Countless hours to spy, lurk and neutralize those who suspected his existence. Mord finally reached him: A fairly young king by the name of Phantom, the ambitious green-skinned ghost deed unworthy to the throne. None of the kings are unworthy to him...because Mord fully believes to be the true King of the Dead.

The current king has an endless curiosity for the Cosmos, that is a known fact: Dozens of “space stations” were scattered around the Zone where portals usually open. He heard of one space shuttle retrieval coming soon where the King would come to welcome the latest explorers. Through intel, he went to the station in question. Infiltrating the futuristic laboratory was child’s play to Mord the Ambitious and came first to the arrival of the explorers. Mord welcomed the king’s sailors with a swift stab to the core with the same scarlet dagger, destroying each one’s soul. None of them survived and only luminescent dust covered the blue carpet.

After sabotaging the shuttle, he was about to leave when he saw him: Phantom himself with a guard of eight lithoid ghosts soldiers came early and was about to reach the remains of the shuttle. The current king heard the boom from afar as his face showed his worries. It was an opportunity Mord couldn’t miss. He lurked as Phantom remarked the attack, flying his way through the dust. Crouched, the King from beyond the Stars took a pile of each dust and knew something was amiss. Phantom ordered the crystal guard to search for any worthy clues and ask any of the workers if they saw anything sketchy. The eight specters left in a mist of shadow winds, leaving him alone...and defenseless. Mord gets his dagger ready...and he pounced close to the king’s back.

Without hesitation, Mord pierced Phantom’s neck with the scarlet dagger. The weapon’s lethality does not come from its sharp blade but from the poison extracted from blooming blood blossoms, a painful poison often used to repel the dead of the Zone. When the poison spread to the veins, Phantom let out a howling scream similar to banshees and grabbed the green-skinned with his clawed hands...He graved his ice-dagger fingers on Mord’s ribs and he too infected his assassin with a subzero acid manifesting through blacked veins. The ambitious one removed the blade and stripped himself away from the cold lord’s cold dead hands and fled. The King tried to pursue Mord but he fainted: Even strong ghosts are weakened by the blood blossoms and if not treated quickly, will kill him. Even if Phantom fell to the poison, the wail he unleashed alerted everyone in the station, including the crystal guard. The quartz wraiths quickly darted at the fleeing, green-skinned ghost concluding in whoever the culprit is and banded under the black wind towards Mord.

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“Holy Death...I made it.” Mord realized with a crooked smile, wanting to take a drop of Phantom’s blood from the blade, only to put it back as blood blossoms is an insidious poison that spares no one...even the master of poisons like him. “I have defeated the king!”

The ambitious assassin left the poisonous dagger on the table and went to his bed, ready to take a well-deserved rest from the prowess he pulled. Yet, he still feels the pure cold, bleeding wound around his left ribs. He should heal that before something worse happens: Mord took a nearby piece of cloth, ripped it in half, and bring it above a candle-lit chandelier to warm it up. When hot enough, Mord wrapped the ragged cloth around the wound, removing most of the frozen shards of Phantom’s poison only to be absorbed by the rag. The acid’s effects faded to the hot cloth, disinfecting the wound. Mord only needs to wait for his regeneration to kick in and close it.

Feeling better from his self-medication, Mord the Ambitious lied on his bed, covered his body with a blanket made from a ghost bear’s pelt, and from there, he sleeps with a smile on his face.

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It was a black landscape filled will neon magenta winds blowing away from a great, ornate black castle. Violet crows with scarlet red and black feathers cawed in unison as they fly above the nefarious towers of the keep. In front of the majestic gothic castle stands a crowd of skeletons, ghosts, and other races of the Dead, chanting “King Mord” or “The Nefarious king of Ambitions” as if they worship a god.

And then, he came out of the main window of the castle: Mord wearing a pure black cape made from ghost stoats covering his body. He now bears a black crown engulfed in green rose roots wrapping it and a black ring with a green skull on his right hand. He looked to his people with his signature crooked smile and opened his arms to the world before him:

“The White Phantom Horror has been slain by my blade!” Mord declared aloud with confidence, raising his greatsword stained with the neon turquoise blood of the Beast. “The Zone is now at peace! You can now come back to your daily life, knowing that the Monstrosity from the Starry skies won’t plague your mind anymore!”

The crown cheered Mord in celebration. Crows were thrown upwards before they flew above the crowd. Mord opened his arms to welcome every chant, eyes closed and still smiling. Minutes after, he went back to his apartments to reach his dining room. The Ambitious king is welcomed by a great feast he couldn’t wait any longer. He devoured everything the cookers game him: A quest against an Eldritch Horror sure makes you hungry and tired.

After a well-deserved feast, Mord walked back to his rooms only to be greeted by one of his counselors shrouded in a black and blue robe:

“Good day to you, Your Majesty.” The counselor greeted. “Would you like to play cards to pass the time?”

“Sounds good to me”, The Nefarious king gladly accepted.

Mord is always fond of the infinite activities and pleasures a king could do: He would do anything to have fun rather than to deal with the problems of the Zone unless his position and his access to his desires were threatened. He wanted to become a king out of greed and decadence, not out of righteousness, conquest, or kindness like so many kings would typically do.

He and the counselor played a simple game of poker and whoever loses would give their earnings to the winner. Although poker is a common activity with his nobility, he never played with this one: whoever was his adversary radiated with a fresh cold aura and his voice was calm but sharp and refined for a young man. Doesn’t matter, Mord thought: He would win by either luck or rigged deck.

Speaking of which, his adversary was very good at poker to the point he was about to win. The king had no choice but to add some of his trickery to the decks. Mord plunged his free right hand and moved his fingers. A small, red smoke slithers from below to the table, imbued with powers in the Nefarious King’s favor without the black counselor noticing it. Naturally, this tipped the game and Mord won the game, his large smile waiting for the black-robed rival to hand over his gold coins.

However, the counselor did nothing instead. He remained there, all silent, and didn’t move an inch:

“Listen, you braindead secretary: I have won. Hand over the coins”, Mord spat, frustrated by the act of defiance from whoever he was facing. “Unless you want to take a quick dive in my private pool for not paying me”

“You do not deserve them”, replied the black ghost, his voice now crystal clear with a pitch-black breath coming out of the night sky-blue cowl each time he speaks. “I won’t give the coins to a cheater”

“You dare call me, the Nefarious king of Ambitions, a cheater?!”, Mord roared at the noble specter. “I’ll make you eat those words!”

The king charged a bright, crimson sphere, crackled with amethyst sparks, ready to punch the rebel’s face. He pounced at him but the cloaked figure backed to the left and avoided the attack. Traitors are bound to be found within the ranks of the true king but Mord deals swiftly with them, ending them with the rebel agonizing from the assassin’s mastery over Poison.

Not this time.

The failed surprise attack only fueled the anger of Mord as he stood up to retry, only to be pinned against the jagged, damaged stone bricks. The cloaked figure held the king’s throat with firm, clawed white hands with a touch so cold it felt like absolute zero burning. The dark noble breathed a cone of pure darkness smoke and the face is now visible: two void black eyes with no pupils in a pale white skin gazed with a maddening hatred the assassin has never seen before:

“You do not deserve to wear this crown…”, He said harshly while his other hand took the black thorny crown and threw it to the ground, away from the assassin. He then grabs the false lord’s right middle finger with the ring, making sure it is well covered by his clawed dead grip “...Nor this ring”

Cold surges coming from the hand spread to the held finger. It felt excruciating to Mord as he lost all of the nerves from the middle finger...until a loud crack breaks the silence. The cloaked figure ripped the frozen finger with ease and the Nefarious king screeched like a pig being slaughtered by a butcher, watching as best as he could his right hand, now bleeding. After the figure examined the ripped finger, mint green mists cover the black ring and with the care of a jeweler, it is slowly pulled from the finger until fully removed. The ring is put with the crown while the finger is thrown to the open window:

“You wretched coward! You will pay for angering the king of the dead!” Mord threatened to the figure, still pinned against the wall.

The figure darted back to Mord and the cold grip gets more severe to the point the assassin’s throat has issues circulating the air into the lungs. His darkest breath covered the assassin’s face once more:

“Enjoy your last days in the Ghost Zone.” He responded with a solemn, severe tone, supported by other voices: echoing duplicates of the figure but angered or slithering at Mord. “The Abyss is calling your name.”

The figure further pinned Mord to the wall and his pale white skin headbutts with the green-skinned ghost. The figure made sure to cross Mord’s scared sight and screeched with a thousand wails of the dead so high that it invaded the assassin‘s senses with evergrowing darkness. The howl is unbearable to handle: The young figure’s voice was accompanied by hundreds of maddening screech of other damned ghosts and bellowed roars of unknown horrors Mord couldn’t fathom. The prolonged effect sapped the assassin’s sanity to the point it gradually killed him off. The Nefarious king couldn’t support it and without knowing, he began to scream too with no control over his movement. A desperate plea before the infinite wails engulfed his senses and his core with a void-black smoke and dragged him into the Abyss with the rest of the damned souls.

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Suddenly, Mord screamed out of his blanket for a solid minute before regaining his head and senses to stop. He quickly looked around, still afraid of whether he’s still dreaming or not: No black smoke and no cloaked figure with a thousand screams. It’s only him and his faithful cabin. He remained in his bed for five more minutes before concluding he had a nightmare. Even with this rational reasoning, he still felt terrified at the sheer horror he had faced:

“Oh, mighty Death. What was that?”, Mord wondered, still bewildered and trying to make sense out of this

He looked at his right hand out of caution: His middle finger wasn’t ripped off nor frozen. He sighed in relief as all of this eldritch horror was nothing but a deranged nightmare:

“I should get something to drink...”, the assassin pondered as he leaves his bed, dedicated to whatever he had just dealt with.

---

Days passed by and Mord came back to his usual activities, sheltered from the rest of the world until the guard gives up on tracking him. Since his assassination attempt thought, certain events sprung out to shake the assassin’s afterlife to the worse:

The first of them is the progressive drop of the temperature around the cabin. Each day, Mord took time to warm himself up either through the pelts of recently-hunted ghost animals or stolen fire artifacts. However, nothing happened and the assassin would hide in layers of pelts from the cold temperature. The outer appearance of the cabin and the landscape around it began to be covered in a coat of snow and ice. No matter how fast Mord removed it, the frost always came back the next day. The worst of all is how the cold made the local afterlife forms flee from the cabin, making Mord’s hunts for survival harder.

The cold and inhospitable shelter wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t for the recurrence of the eldritch nightmare ending in the ghost’s “death” to the Abyss: He gets the same one every night and over time, he began questioning about him being in an endless nightmare he couldn’t wake up from only to face with simple pieces of evidence of the opposite such as the damages done not transferred to the real body.

Things get worse once Mord discovered something horrifying: unknown entities stalked him in every nook of darkness and black: from the unlit parts of his cabin to the black pools of the island, these unknown beings whisper harsh judgments toward Mord, shaming him for every vile deed that has been done with one event coming back: the assassination of Phantom. They all shun the assassin, deeming him as irredeemable even by the neutral chaotic standards of the Ghost Zone. Because of them, Mord now sleeps with lights on to ward them off.

All these events forced the green-skinned ghost assassin to look back at his assassination. He did it to take the crown and the ring from the most unworthy of all ghost kings: It didn’t matter Phantom was a full ghost by the time he claimed it, Mord always saw him as this frail halfa from the Mortal realm who shouldn’t have stolen the spotlight when Pariah Dark rose from his prison... His spotlight. What Mord didn’t expect is the chain of events that will lead to his cherished shelter being turned into a hostile, subzero wasteland filled with entities that pollute it.

Whatever triggered them, the ghost had no choice but to leave the cabin he took years to build in his image and move somewhere else. Mord felt saddened but at the same time, he was tired of all of this:

Tired of the frost

Tired of the nightmares

Tired of the whispers from the darkness

He heard of a fertile lone island with a volcano and lifeforms from nomad specters. He deployed a magic bag able to stock anything within their infinite bag and threw every piece of furniture he wanted to save. It took him a few hours to pack it all and he finally set it off from this forest.

Mord levitates out of the abandoned frozen cabin and wanders in the forest to reach his new haven. As he was about to reach the end of the forest, the assassin heard the sounds of stomping hooves getting closer. At first, the green-skinned ghost didn’t pay attention to it. Then, the hooves were getting closer and Mord slowly picked up the face until it evolved into a full-blown run from whatever followed him at full speed. The assassin heard the guttering breaths and neighs of an equine creature and got the impression whatever this was could smell his fear. At one point, Mord glimpsed in the reflection of a black pool: an entity shrouded in green and purple bright flames. The most visible detail is what looked like a sword covered in a cloud of damned souls.

This glimpse is what betrayed the assassin. He didn’t pay attention to what’s facing him. To be accurate, a small root from one of the ectoplasmic oak trees his feet tangled in. Mord fell to the ground and his infinite bag was thrown a bit farther. He tried to stand up but his grey cape was trampled by one of the creature’s hooves, making him unable to move.

That’s when Mord met with the gazes of whom hunted him down: a bulked up, black alicorn with crimson red eyes, four fangs poking out of its muzzle, large bat wings, and a flowing, green fire mane and tail. From this vicious beast, an armored being got down from his steed, his steps were just as loud as the hooves, only more ear-piercing with each metal rubbing with each other from its movements, showing its true self: a great black, medieval paladin daunted with an amethyst cape of fire coming from his horned helmet and chest plate. His shoulder pads made him much larger and the knight’s smaller face was unseen aside from two green eyes piercing the darkness from the helmet. His sword was what catches his eyes and made him realize the current situation: a yellowish-green sword with a pumpkin-themed guard, imbued in pure, vile ectoplasms and could cipher wailing faces from the blade’s flames.

Mord couldn’t believe it: he was facing the dreaded Fright Knight and his steed. And yet, here he is, unable to move and forced to face him. He heard tales of him coming to take the lives of the livings as Dullahan but the souls of the dead? What made this legend track him down. The dark knight stares at Mord, looking for something quite specific. Fright remarked a burnt ragged cloth around the ghost’s left ribs, hiding what looks like blacked veins beneath the improvised healing bands. The paladin pointed the tip of his blade on the improvised:

“Remove this cloth at once”, the black ghost paladin ordered, willing to pin Mord with his cursed blade.

Mord wanted to plea but he held onto his life: If he did, the Fright Knight would have planted his signature sword Soul Shredder into his chest, sending him into his worst nightmares. He had no idea how he got into the sight of this legend of horror. The assassin took the cloth with his hands, shaking at the sight of the cursed sword as he untangled the knot holding it. After a few seconds, Mord slowly removed the burnt fabric and reveals the scar of five holes around the left ribs, all covered by a cloud of blackened, dead veins spreading to the shoulder and the waist. The Fright Knight removed his blade and put it back into its sheath. He crouched to examine the scar and nodded with a deep breath:

“We have finally found you…” He whispered as he caressed the numb, black veins. “...You pathetic assassin”

The cursed being channeled an amethyst aura akin to a liquid, shimmering ooze he molded into a long line of crystalline, jagged chain. He wrapped Mord in it and stood up to attach the other end of the magic chain into his faithful steed. The green-skinned assassin grew more worried about what the dark paladin planned to do with him:

“Wh-what-what are you do-do-doing?”, he begrudgingly asked with a stuttered tone.

“Your judgment is nigh, rogue”, The knight revealed as he mounted his steed. “I am here to take you there.”

One whip from the lead into the halter later and the demonic alicorn began stomping the ground at a slow pace, dragging the ghost behind him. Then, the knight whipped the lead once again and the beast galloped at full speed before flying from the temperate island. Mord was flailed around from the sharp violet chain around the realm of the dead.

What judgment? Isn’t the Zone supposed to crown the one who fought the previous one? Something doesn’t make sense here: Since he killed the king, Mord experienced subzero temperature, endless nightmares, and taunting entities from the shadows. Now, he is dragged to the unknown by the Fright Knight himself without being warned. Maybe he will be forgiven by the Ancients: He heard rumors about the Fright Knight serving the Ghost King but that doesn’t explain why he was ordered to remove the cloth who helped him heal from Phantom’s cryomancy.

---

After what felt like an eternity, they all arrive in a pitch-black cosmos and into a small flickering, blue spark. As the paladin gets closer, this spark gets bigger to reveal itself as a portal but not a natural one due to its rectangle shape. They all pass through the hole and enter into a long corridor plunged in darkness with only small blue lamps craking on some occasion, making them flicker. Some of the lights highlighted the architecture of this hidden realm: modern white walls made of metallic alloys with a simple sentence all written on them:

Welcome to INS-COLUMBIA.

Mord never liked the latest building prowess of the Living: too simplistic and disconnected to the more regal and heavily decorated ones of the Old times where kings ruled over lands. Yet, he could feel the liminal atmosphere of the place: Thousands of ghosts went there to work here but none of them are visible...or even present aside from him and the Fright Knight riding his stallion. Silence dominates this place, even with the heavy hooves of Fright’s legendary mount clashing with the metallic echoes from the white steel.

Then, they cross the path of a great, triangle-shaped, black door locked by three-tesla rods: At the center of it stand a singular, diamond hole linked to them. Fright stopped in front of it and unsheathed Soul Shredder. He inserted the blade onto the unusual hole, unleashing some of its cursed aurae into the three locks. Once the tesla rods ignite themselves in blue flames, they unlock the door and Soul Shredder is removed, coming back to its rightful owner. They were met with a bright, white dome larger than a tower with no windows, no furniture. It was so bright Mord blinked several times to accommodate his tired eyes to this place. His journey finally stops when reaching the center of this room: A great, pure black, glass disc framed by a dark grey railing graved on the very ground of this place.

Once they all went to the center, the Fright Knight summoned his eldritch shackle back from whence it came, leaving Mord free and alone. The assassin stood up from the extended time captured and stretched himself before getting back at the infamous Dullahan. That’s when he saw him exit the room with his faithful winged steed:

“Wait!”, he called him out, still filled with questions. “What is this place? Where are you going?”

“I have fulfilled my duty.”, Fright coldly responded without looking back at Mord the Ambitious.

“But I have no fucking idea what you just did?!” Mord darted. “Answer me!”

But the door closed on him, leaving Mord all alone, in this liminal, modern white dome with the framed white disc. He wondered what could be in this place: Nothing but white walls and small,5-row stairs leading to one, singular rectangle table looking like a roman curule seat. That’s when he looked at the massive white glass ground: The glass frame has seven square branches and all were ornate by seven unknown sigils on each. The green-skinned could swear he saw these somewhere despite their futuristic writing aesthetic. He got closer to one of the sigils, somehow still within the black ground:

“Looking at my latest satellite’s window?”, a kind and happy voice joined in the liminal space’s terrain. “It took me a few days to redesign it and it’s nice to see people appreciate it.”

From the curule seat, winds of void and glittering turquoise clouds wrapped into a medium-sized tornado until it resembles a humanoid body. The howling winds eventually faded out of existence, revealing a five-branched, white cape linked to spiked, long shoulder pads. Covered by a thick, black collar, the figure’s blue-tinted, white hair flows with an unseen blow, ending it with a puffy, long ponytail larger than half of an arm. His long, pointed ears twitched twice before standing up from his seat. That’s when where it clicked: Black shards of ice gathered around a circle held by mint-green smokes going down floated above the figure’s head.

The tall pale ghost who, until this point had his back turned finally glanced at his aggressor: The King from beyond the Stars is said to be covered by green nebulae moving along the pitch-black, nylon fabric on his clothing, only stopped by the greenish-white parts to show his benevolent side. This time, only a flat black covers his body and his face confirmed it: A white skin, pale as death itself gazed with disappointment and anger with his void black eyes and green iris. The most striking feature is a small, lightning scar around the left creeks made of light grey veins reaching up to the eye. An all-too-familiar scar...

Mord finally understood what is happening now: Phantom survived the assassination and he personally came here for him . Mord the Ambitious is getting more anxious: He tried to reach all of his pockets to get his favorite dagger. His pants, the endless bags around his belts but he found none. Mord remembered he stuffed the blood blossom dagger in the Infinite Bag, still lost in the lush forest he once lives in. The ghost’s legs are shaking: Despite his mastery over poison, he never used poisonous ectoplasms because he doesn’t have a poison core. Without his venomous arsenal, he’s defenseless. And there he is, against a being much stronger he dared to defy: One with the power over Space itself, ruling over the Zone...and Phantom saw it:

“Still, you’re not here for stargazing.” The tall king spoke, still keeping his chill despite his true feelings leaking out with a deeper voice. “You got the just of it, do you? Think I haven’t seen you reaching your pockets? You’re all alone, just like the latest dreams you had.”

“What dreams?”, Mord the no-longer ambitious assassin stuttered, still fearing for what’s to come. King Phantom is usually described as a lawful ruler with a golden heart, making sure everyone gets the respect they deserve, even his enemies whom he spares after a strong beating to teach them a lesson. What’s in front of him doesn’t fit what he had in mind: One with unseen wrath, covered by the coat of a cold mindset:

“Haven’t you noticed?” Phantom asked, trying to be helpful even with the very man who tried to kill him. “The black counselor from your dreams...the one you began running away from the moment you saw him, only to be pinned again and again.”

Mord stood up and took a step back. The king saw it and smiled sideways to the right: The assassin got the last piece and he’s shaking to the very core:

“Yup: that was me.” The white king admitted, eyes closed and arms crossed. “Even I was impressed with how I pulled this off while I was sleeping to recover from the Blood Blossoms you stabbed me with: I guess Dream possession from afar is a thing.”

King Phantom gets closer to the scared ghost, ready to give a proper beating. Mord turned his back and sprinted to the door, only to headbutt into an invisible wall, falling to the glassy ground. The impact showed a green wave of icy winds before dissipating to the unseen. The green-skinned ghost looked back at Phantom, his left hand opened with a sphere of mint-green plasma:

“Already leaving? I haven’t said anything yet.”, The space king of the dead wondered, still keeping his invisible force up.

“What do you want?”, The green-skinned ghost asked.

“Trying to know why you did it and find a compromise so to speak”, The taller ghost king genuinely replied.

Is this a joke? Phantom wanting to negotiate with him despite everything that happened? Him sparing the very man who not only backstabbed him but also killed his crew...Mord doesn’t see the point of forgiving him after such actions. Under Pariah’s reign, he would have been sentenced to be brutally executed. Something’s definitely off to him:

“You want to speak after your “dream projection” ruined my afterlife?” Mord inquired, skeptical of Phantom’s attempt at sparing him. “What do you have to say about that?”

“While this was meant as a lesson, I won’t deny that I...carried myself with how I marked you.” The ghost king replied, clearly shamed by his acts with a saddened face. “I’m sorry...”

“You’d better off killing me than sending me somewhere to rot for Eternity.” The assassin refused, darting his eyes at what he believes to be a false king.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Phantom added. “You can choose to end up in one of Walker’s prisons...or you can help me on my little space researches. Even if you will be watched by guards in case of hiccups, consider this offer as a way to be forgiven.”

Mord is baffled: the ghost king himself wants to hire him into his quest to find the Infinite Mortal realms in order to repent himself. To the ambitious assassin, Phantom is this innocent kid, unworthy to bear the crown and the ring to rule over the Dead. He only got both out of pure coincidence and the Ancients happened to praise him for that and how he used to protect the living. This inexperienced ghost thinking he can solve problems with diplomacy and kindness? Utterly pathetic:

“Stop being such a pussy and kill me!”, roared the assassin, tired of his target’s empathy and this situation. “I don’t want to join your stupid “space exploration” nor live behind bars! You’re still that pathetic halfa filth who doesn’t deserve the Crown of fire and the Ring of rage because you had the luck of beating Pariah Dark because of some desperate former enemy of yours . Kill me so that the Ancients will get rid of you and destroy your core for wasting your reign on stupid explorations into the Mortal realms you call planets without having the balls on conquering them, YOU FUCKING ABERRATION OF A COWARDLY BRAT !”

……

Silence dominates the white dome a solid five minutes: Mord stayed in his place, still shaking but more serene: Knowing that while dying, might as well choose his True Death. However, Phantom took one deep breath: One with a cone of absolute zero, black breath, with a few echoes coming from his angered tone. Something clicked and this smoke was the red flag:

“And here I was, trying to be nice and sort things out.” Phantom nodded before staring back at Mord’s soul will full black eyes with no lights reflecting them and his arcane changing from a vibrant green to the darkest shade of black highlighted by a subtle, indigo outer glow. “You see, I was first infuriated by what you’ve done to me and my obsession, hence my...latest powers leaking out on you thanks to your marked veins. Then, once I’ve realized this, I felt...tarnished because I’d done unnecessary harm led by ghost instinct to protect his obsession. That’s why I brought you here.”

Phantom came closer to Mord to the point of getting inches from his murderer. The other tried to take paths to get away but the invisible force field was still up and the scared spirit couldn’t get away from the white disc...from him:

“But you...showed me something: I am too kind to people like you.” He hissed his part of the monologue with a deep echoing voice getting...duplicated as if several versions of him spoke through this one body, tracking Mord in the black disc. “I should be more unforgiving to those ruining others’ obsessions...harsher towards those who hurt for no reason.”

The ghost king managed to bring the ghost assassin to a halt. His right hand pinned Mord’s chest with his absolute zero, clawed hand phased until it firmly gripped its core. He inserted his left hand with the void ectoplasm into the head until they reach the brain. Mord could feel the cold hatred of Phantom and wanted to remove them but he couldn’t. The sheer fear and maddening wrath coming from the hands was strong to the point the assassin did nothing but shake more violently, forced to face the void eyes of a king.

Without warning, the King injected uncontained, raw bolts of darkness into both the brain and the core accompanied by the most enraged screech an undead can produce. Although it took thirty seconds to pass, Mord felt the suffering passed for too long...until Phantom removed his hands and flew away from the disc, leaving Mord stunned by the eldritch blast of Hatred.

Once the ambitious ghost got back to himself, he saw the King charging a greater amount of Space powers mixed with the very darkness he was struck by:

“I first organized our little venting rendez-vous in the INS-Columbia to sort things out” The dark lord questioned to a lost Mord the Ambitious, fully transparent on his true emotions. “But your true nature gave me… a better idea.”

When his powers cracked with full power, Phantom sent beams of the blackest powers to the disc’s frame, imbuing it with cackled bolts and dark green fumes coming out of it.

“The truth is, Columbia is the redesign of a much older realm...One with an ancient portal.” He slowly informed, still sending void blasts and igniting the seven sigils one by one.

From then, each sigil light itself up in a brimstone red coupled with neon purple fumes. Once they are all on, a translucent veil covers the disc in a smaller dome, trapping Mord in while the King from beyond the Stars reduced the beams of pure void powers until they were no more. The assassin levitates towards the veil and tried to punch the veil, only to be met with small waves dissipating from the dome:

“Unredeemable, miserable fucks like you don’t deserve to be killed...” Phantom announced with that deep, harsh, and cold tone, still echoing with the evergrowing numbers of voice duplicates, ready to boom his voice. “You all deserve a one-way ticket to a͠ fa̷ţe̶ ҉w̶o̡r̛se t͠ha̛n ̡true̕ d͏e̕a͡th”

Then, something cracked...once

...twice

...thrice

Each crack gets louder and Mord made the mistake of looking down: The white disc he’s been walking shows signs of giving up: Each dark brimstone crack that appears reveals a world engulfed in shadows he can’t see beyond the frame. That’s what made the assassin panic: He vividly remembered how each time he would die to the Abyss: the pain of his decaying sanity, the damned souls, and the eldritch aberrations hellbent on preying upon him. This is too familiar to him…

“Don’t do this to me!”, Mord cried as he frantically punches the veil as a desperate hope to free himself from this grim fate, glaring Phantom with his red eyes, bubbling with warm tears. “I don’t want to join them! I’m begging you: Let me out! Let me-”

“So that you come back mouth later to finish me off with t͟h̨at sa͜me̴ blo͜o͠d̨ b͝lo̶s̷s͏om͢ dagger̢?” The king interrupted, his voice or even voices if you will booming with the wrath of thousand, howling winds no one was ever witnessed. “Everything from your dreams to your daily afterlife and even what you told me all points to this: You murdered and sabotaged Exploration 208-Hermes with the clear intent of D͏̕͠E̶͟N̕͢Y̷͢͜I̶̢Ņ̶͝G M̡̨Y̛ ͢͟͝Ơ͘B͏̛S͝E̸S̸͘S͏IO͜͝͡N̵ ͏̸͝ĄN̴̕D ͡͏D̡͟ES͠͠T̨͘R͘̕O̵̶̢Y̶͟I͜N͏̕G҉̴ ͝EV͜͟E̢̢͟R̵̕Y̶̕T̡H͘IN͞G I̵̕҉’̕V͜Ȩ ̴͝D̨Ơ̷N̶͢Ę ̵B̶Ę͟C̴A̸̴̵U̴S͜͟E ͢͡I̵ ̨͟R̡O̡̢B͘͝B͏͞ED ̡͝Y͡O͏͟U͟ O̵̷F̸̧ ̸͘Y̛͝O͏U͞R ̢WIS҉H T̶O̵̷ ̢B͜͝E̸͘͠ ͡A̴ ͘PE̸̡͏T̷T̨Y̵͟ ͡KĮ̴̶N̵G҉ ̸O̵͞N̴LY̛͟ ҉IŅ͏T͞Ȩ̸R͜͝͡E̛S̕TE̸̕D͡͏ ͞͠I͢͞N ̧͘P̛͞L̶E͜͝A̕͟S͜͠U͘͟͟RES̨̕ ĄND̛ ͟G͏҉R̴̕E̵͟E͟D̡͢!͟”

Winds from below Mord’s feet grew more violent and colder. Screams, roars, and otherworldly sounds pick up in strength as they get closer to the white dome. The king gave a quick glimpse to the black portal, unphased by what it holds beneath the shattered disc before coming back at the green ghost, still breathing this dark fume from his mouth.

“You are no longer welcomed in the Ghost Zone

Your soul and obsessions are so͏ ̶f̧̡o̕͠u̸l ̸͡an̷͘d ͠ḑep̸͟r͠a̸v͠͠e̷̡̛d̛͝

Not even True Death is a worthy punishment for you

As it would give you the pleasure of Honor

For that, there is onl͘͘y̸ ̨͘o̸͝n̷̸̡e̛ ̡p̵̢͢l̶̕a͏c͠e̶̸̸ ̸w̕i̡͢͝ll̛i͘͢n͝g ̴͢t̡o̢ ̶̸t̶a̴͜ke͢ ̸̶y̕͝ou

T̶h̷e҉y̶ ̕͠a͢r̢e̷ ̷̢̨c̷͞a̶ll̷̛in̷̶g̢͡ ̛̛͠y͘o̸ur̡̨ ͟n̨a̢͏me̶͟

T̕͘͜h̕͢͠e͢͡ ͝v̴̴ȩr̸y̴̕ ̢̧no̕ţ̛͞i̢on̷͝s ͜͠yoų͝ ͠e͏͜m̸͢͞b̡r̶̢̛a̴ce̴̡d̴̡

̵͝͡M͜a͢͏k͟҉e ̨yơur͝s͟e҉lf a҉̛t͝ ̢͝h̢͏o͟m͘e̶͢ ̕͜͏t͢he̶͠r͏̴ę̢͞

̕B̷e̵̸̢c̶̨a̷̢u҉̸se ̸th̨͜͝i͜s̶͝͡ ͟͟is͘ ̡y̵̧o̸ur ҉̕n҉ew̧͘ A̕͘f͜t̡e̕r̢̛life͢҉”

Steaming and oozing darkness with waves emulating faces of humanoid, animals and even unknown beings covered Mord’s legs. They crawl up until they reach the shoulders of the condemned assassin, petrified by sheer fright. The darkest substance whispers him to join them in the activities they indulge in, to abandon his higher self, and most of all, let go of his sanity in favor of appreciating the joy of eternal, unbridled, perverted desires. This corrupted liquid fills the magic veil held by the portal akin to a geyser, leaving a loud splash of damned souls before sinking back into the broken disc.

Before the leftovers of the psychotic slime or even Mord did any attempts at leaving the disc, Phantom channeled his powers once again: This time, blinding mint-green, arcane flames enveloped the dome. Rampaging plasma depleted each of the sigils’ energy, lowering them to the ground. Any drop of the darkest ooze screeched when reaching contact with the embers and either fled to the bottom or disintegrated into nothingness. The veil that kept the aberration captive followed the sigils, lowering until it became a flat ground, absorbing the very flames until it changed into a stainless and solid, white glassy ground with no cracks to be seen.

Mord’s name was never heard again in the Infinite Realms…

#danny phantom #voidoverlord!au #ghost king!danny #ghost king #fright knight #If you fuck with the Boi #you get to go to Unworld Brazil #Sick dark powers thought #Danny king of the Void #fanfic #a03 fanfic #one shot

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Spotlight Sunday!

I was tagged by @midnightprelude to list my faves from the Black Emporium Exchange 2020! Bear in mind that I haven’t got round to reading everything yet (especially the longer fics), so here’s some I’ve liked so far! ❤️

A wellspring of hope (Bethany/Sebastian, rated Teen, 10,491 words):

The Bethany/Sebastian longfic I’ve always wanted to read for the ship. Excellent and accurate characterisation of both ex-Circle Bethany Hawke and Prince Sebastian Vael of Starkhaven as Sebastian invites Bethany to become an enchanter in his court post-Kirkwall. Sweet and romantic and full of feels; some angst with a happy ending. Cannot recommend this one enough.

The Chemistry Between Us (Bethany/Isabela, rated Mature, 1,870 words):

Another of my excellent gifts from this year! Warden Bethany Hawke needs to spend a night in Kirkwall, so she turns up at the Hanged Man for old times’ sake... and Isabela walks in, older yet still so familiar, and suddenly the night isn’t so lonely after all. Just so beautifully and poignantly written.

Small, Controlled Fires (Varric/Bianca, rated Explicit, 2,010 words):

Oh man, THIS was an absolute delight for a ship I love despite its enormous unpopularity, LOL! Featuring my OTP as a background mention, too! Set during DA2, Varric goes on a trip to an Orlesian Chateau with Marian Hawke and Merrill just to see Bianca Davri, his secret lover. Absolutely LOVED the fire imagery, and the cloak-and-dagger secrecy that reminds me why I love the forbidden love trope so much. LOVE the Varric voice too – very on-point!

On a Wing and a Prayer (Bethany/Sebastian, rated Teen, 6,881 words):

Absolutely fun (and funny!) caper featuring a post-DA:I Warden Bethany and Prince Sebastian as they meet at an auction to bid on an unhatched griffon egg in Val Royeaux. Turns out there is more at stake and they team up to hatch a dastardly plan that involves more than just bidding on an auction. Excellent graphics and gifs that really set off the fast-paced action and dialogue, and I’ve never seen something done like this in fic before. Give it a read!

They were roommates (Carver/Merrill, rated Teen, 1,382 words):

Modern AU meet-cute where Merrill lives with Marian Hawke, and Carver needs somewhere to live, so his sister lets him stay in her flat for a bit... although Hawke neglects to tell Merrill her brother is hot and neglects to tell Carver about her cute roommate. I do hope the author decides to continue this fic!

Tread Lightly (Ashaad/Saemus Dumar, rated Explicit, 10,322 words):

Absolutely GLORIOUS Ashaemad sex-pollen longfic that I feel truly honoured to have gifted to me! VERY explicit. Contains a sex-pollen trope, size kink (I mean, Ashaad is a Qunari, after all), multiple orgasms, and copious amounts of come. I actually laughed out loud in joy when I read the tags and the fic summary: “You know how everyone says to be careful of mushrooms you don't recognize? Yeah. There's reasons.” GLORIOUS.

Lyrium and Salt (Fenris/Isabela, rated Explicit, 1,013 words):

Contains some of the best damn Fenabela smut I have EVER read. LOVE their dialogue and the way they relate to each other – so in-character and I swear I could hear their voices as I read it – and just some of the hottest smut I have read all year. Absolutely wonderful.

And now for some art recs from the exchange!

A Successful Rescue (Anders/Karl Thekla, rated General, artwork):

Absolutely stunning Karl/Anders artwork set in the Chantry, in a canon-divergent universe where Karl was rescued before being made Tranquil. I absolutely adored the soft lighting, and the candles, not to mention Anders and Karl themselves!

From the chair to the fireplace (Krem/Maryden, rated General, artwork):

Another gorgeous artwork for a gorgeous ship! Krem serenades Maryden on a lute by the fireplace. Muted colour palette.

An Assassin, A Spy and a Silken Rope (Zevran/Iron Bull, rated Explicit, comic):

A comic strip featuring Zevran Arainai and the Iron Bull, beautifully illustrated and explicit featuring Zevran tied up in shibari/Japanese Rope Bondage. Love how the comic was done in grey but the rope is bright red. Very effective.

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I tag the following people (no obligation!) to list theirs: @gremlinquisitor, @barbex, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @storybookhawke, @criticallyours, @andrew-blackthorn, @uchidachi and anyone else who wants to do this! ❤️

#bethany hawke #sebastian vael #bianca davri #varric tethras #carver hawke #merrill #isabela #fenris #karl thekla #anders #saemus dumar #ashaad #black emporium #fic rec

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mightydragoon · 4 years

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Suitless Vader and Luke Fic Recommendations

@silvereddaye Hey you asked for it.

1. Sent Out for Safety - Chapter 1 - throwawayflames - Star W...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22659655/chapters/54159751

At the age of eight, Luke Skywalker and his sister, Leia, are split up for their safety. Leia stays with their Uncle Ben, and their mother, to learn how to be a Jedi. Luke, on the other hand, is sent to the Organa's, where he will pretend to be their adoptive son who was orphaned. Ben had only given Luke one rule to live by while he was away from his family, don't tell anyone his last name, and he followed that.

It wasn't his fault that Darth Vader sensed that he was a Force Sensitive and now he wants to train him, as a Jedi no less. That's the complete opposite of what Ben had told Luke. And after asking Darth Vader about his dad, Luke can't help but say yes to Darth Vader training him. After all, Luke's always wanted to be a Jedi like his father.

2. Another Empire - Theace1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14666787/chapters/33883572

Another Empire - Chapter 1 - Theace1 - Star Wars - All Med...

The Battle of Yavin had a surprising outcome with the death of Emperor Palpatine. Luke Skywalker's confrontation on Bespin has a much different outcome in the AU story, meeting someone he never expected to see: The Empress Vader.

3. Oceans Across- planningconquest

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15176468/chapters/35194499

Oceans Across - Chapter 1 - planningconquest - Star Wars -...

Star Wars on the high seas! Doesn't get more simple than that.

4. Burning Mother planningconquest

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11952459/chapters/27024234

Burning Mother - Chapter 1 - planningconquest - Star Wars ...

A Jedi Luke emerges onto the galactic scene over a decade after the Jedi temple burned. Joining with Cassian Andor, rebel spy, they attempt to return to the Rebellion to attempt to full fill his destiny as the Chosen One. Sidetracked by pirates, farmers, and blind monks. All the while hunted by a vengeful Lady Vader who would see the young Jedi dead with the rest of his Order.

5. Dynasty Valerie_Vancollie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13111908/chapters/29997507

Dynasty - Chapter 1 - Valerie_Vancollie - Star Wars - All ...

Hit in the leg by a stormtrooper's blaster bolt, Luke falls in the Death Star hanger bay and is unable to escape on the Falcon along with Han and Leia. During the subsequent interrogation, his true heritage is revealed and Vader instantly takes him to Coruscant, determined to reclaim the son the Jedi stole from him. But the glory of the Imperial capital belies its true nature, where politics and power are everything and anything is fair game in the never ending game to reach the top. Not lying, not betrayal, assassination, sabotage, blackmail, nor seduction. As he commences his Sith training, Luke must also learn the rules and etiquette of the Imperial Court if he is to survive as most of his enemies fight their battles with words and political maneuverings rather than military force. Yet, even as he struggles to gain his place within the Empire, Luke learns that his best friend has joined the Alliance...

6. Possibilities of If May Be Valerie_Vancollie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12946578

Possibilities of If May Be - Valerie_Vancollie - Star Wars...

Co-authored by Selinthia Avenchesca.

What if two different Star Wars realities started to merge?

7. We are all in the gutterarcticapple

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7070698/chapters/16072126

We are all in the gutter - Chapter 1 - arcticapple - Star ...

Vader gets caught by the Rebellion and eight years old Luke gets tossed into the mix. Observe and discuss.

8. new cornerstone: a reconstruction mandalorianed ( Private)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5308523

When Luke had imagined finding out who his parents were, he had never imagined this.

9. Revenge Leads to Karma, and Karma Bites Darikiema

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9055873/chapters/20601586

Darth Vader created them for his revenge; the clones of Obi-Wan Kenobi were his to torture and kill. But when something goes wrong and one of them isn't grown before being released from the pod, he's met with a dilemma that could change the face of the Galaxy.

Or:

Karma sucks and if Darth Vader ever meets her, he's going punch her in her damn face.

10. The Reckoning. SpaceTrashCanFan (Sketchandcomicbookperson)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21597067/chapters/51495820

After Darth Vader goes missing after an failed attempt to assassinate the emperor, he was presumed to be dead.

Years later, a few Jedi and a child show up at the front door of the rebellion with an mysterious defector in tow. And they have big plans...

11. Bright Binary sunset in Dark Times SpaceTrashCanFan (Sketchandcomicbookperson)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19711126/chapters/46648030

A.k.a Vader got frozen in Carbonite, somehow.

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Since Vader went missing, years ago somewhere in the outer rim...when Leia was very young (5 years) . Leia Organa gets years later when she was seventeen a bodyguard assigned to her after an attempt on her. Normally, she would protest.

But this man is not like the others. Something that was eating him and her parents were keeping a secret. Wielding a weapon of a Jedi... Using the Force and having secret meetings with spies and her father..

Leia is determined to find out what is going on and discovers how her bodyguard is a reformed Sith-Lord who went missing several years ago.

12. Tumblr Prompts KaelinaLovesLomaris

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9179176/chapters/20834479

A collection of unrelated Star Wars ficlets, from tumblr prompts. New "chapters" will be added as I get new prompts, and I'll update tags as I go too. Almost all of these revolve around Luke and Vader's father-son relationship, aside from the first few.

13. No Distance Far Enough KaelinaLovesLomaris

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17549516#main

Imperial Prince Luke Skywalker is kidnapped by the Rebellion. His father is not happy.

14. Those Who Walk The Paths Of The Sky (Must Learn To Fly) antebunny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13771092/chapters/31651179

In which Leia is seven when her only friend Dijan dies. Her grief tears apart the shields Obi-Wan Kenobi put up on her mind to hide her adeptness with the Force, and is felt by two other residents in the galaxy: her father and her brother.

Or: The Skywalkers have a mental conversation from opposite sides of the galaxy because they're Skywalkers.

It also changes the course of the galaxy, but that's just to be expected.

EDIT: the second work is all part of this work!

15. Those Who Walk Series antebunny

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1176827

Skywalker family fluff.

16. Those Who Walk The Paths Of The Sky (Must Learn To Fly) II --antebunny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13779084/chapters/31673112

Sequel to Those Who Walk The Paths Of The Sky (Must Learn To Fly), because there are still a lot of things that need to happen. But they're Skywalkers, so it has to be dramatic as possible. Including old friends, Organa Family Drama, Skywalker Shenanigans, and Hutts. Also, don't mind Obi-Wan. He's busy moping.

EDIT: THIS IS NOW ALL PART OF THE FIRST WORK

17. the shifting light of stars freefan1412

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20904197/chapters/49692206

Obi-Wan never needed to ask Padme for Anakin's location. That has consequences.

18. Fulfilling a Prophecy KianRai_Delcam (orphan_account)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13466274/chapters/30871740

Qui-Gon's eyes are gentle when he replies, "Changing fate is not always best, Vader. Whatever happens is as the Force wills it to be." Vader scoffs, "I'm hardly a youngling to be lectured, Jedi. My knowledge of the Force is more complete than yours. You have not walked both sides of the Force as I have. The Force is neither an ally nor a slave, as the Jedi and Sith see it." After Darth Vader's death and Anakin's redemption on the second Death Star, both Luke Skywalker and Vader are more than surprised when they find themselves alive on Coruscant in the Jedi Temple. Of course, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi are a bit perplexed as well. Follow the Chosen One and company as they journey across the galaxy once more, discovering their true selves and fulfilling a prophecy as it was meant to be. Fic takes place over a few years, and may possibly go into the Clone Wars. Not just another time travel fix-it AU. You have been warned.

19. Cloak And Dagger dorenamryn

https://archiveofourown.org/series/613946

“...and those that endeavour to dissolve it [the Union of Great Britain], carry a dagger under the cloak of patriotism, to stab their country in the heart."

In which everything changes, but also nothing does. (aka: the one where Anakin Skywalker is a Jedi Knight pretending to be a Sith, Emperor Palpatine thinks he's won, Obi-Wan Kenobi thinks his best friend's betrayed him, and Leia Organa is stuck in the middle of it.)

20. The Good Temptation Sinclairchap

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4740410/chapters/10834520

The Force is out of Balance. Unfortunately, it's Chosen One has done little to fix this, and has even Turned to the Dark Side, furthering the Unbalance. The entities created directly by the Force, who guide those who use it, have decided he requires a nudge in the right direction. A rather large nudge.

But not everybody, or even the Chosen One himself, agrees with this plan.

(Previously titled "Path to Redemption")

21. Misguided Light Skylanian_Writer

:https://archiveofourown.org/works/4572396/chapters/10413042

Vader survived Mustafar unharmed, but believes everyone he holds dear is gone. Except his son, who he would do anything for, so long as Luke stayed by his father's side.

Padmé managed to survive childbirth, and lived to see everything she fought for be deystroyed. Except her daughter, who Padmé would die for in a heart beat.

Unfortunately, Luke and Leia are not willing to sit quietly as their parents fight a war. The twins actions shake the entire galaxy to its core.

The Force really hated the Skywalker family.

22. In the Past SilverDaye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16597682/chapters/38898149

It's been two months after Bespin, and Luke Skywalker is trying to come to terms with the events that happened there. During a dogfight with Darth Vader, both of their fighters crash. When they recover, they both find themselves on Coruscant at the end of the Clone Wars. Vader still aims to claim his son, but Luke has been taken to the Jedi Temple where he meets Anakin Skywalker.

23. Runaway SilverDaye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14630196/chapters/33813027

Imperial Prince Luke runs away from home to escape his overprotective father Emperor Vader. Jumping from planet to planet he finds himself creditless on Tatooine. While working for more money to leave the planet, Luke meets an old man named Ben Kenobi. But Luke knows he can't stay in one place for long for surely his father is hunting him down.

24. The Bargain SilverDaye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13722573/chapters/31525827

Vader has killed off his master and claimed the throne as Galactic Emperor. Padmé has become an outspoken figure head and leader of the Rebellion. Vader captures his wife. Now she must figure out a way to be free for not only herself, but her children as well. She's fighting against Vader, who will stop at nothing and use anything means necessary to bring his family together.

#star wars #suitless vader #luke and vader #anakin and vader #luke skywalker #darth vader #anakin and luke #skywalker family drama #skywalker family #fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #ah shit here we go again #vader and leia #anakin and leia

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what about eating? what about taking care of yourself? that's not good for you!

"I take care of myself fine, I assure you, I just don't have time to do things outside of work." The sound of glass breaking could be heard over the phone.

"I have to go. Meet me at Steve's cafe, tomorrow, 4 pm. I may be late. Same tell as always, black rose in my lapel." Midnight hung up to presumably deal with the source of the noise.

#smoke and mirrors.#scrying.#The Protagonist (mysweetlouise)#Cloak and Dagger. (Spy AU)

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dominaelumine · 3 years

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✧ 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧

𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖺 ; 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 (𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟪-𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟫)

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒'𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍 🡫

✦ 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘

tandy bowen, aka dagger, is one half of the superpowered vigilante duo cloak and dagger. at the age of eight, tandy was exposed to vast quantities of lightforce, a mysterious energy substance that she learns how to wield during her teenage years. she is able to manipulate lightforce into weapons, primarily nine-inch daggers and full-sized swords, which are able to cut through any substance in the universe. as she continues to develop her abilities, tandy finds she can wield energy balls, energy blasts, form shields, heat up or burn things via touch, and purge living beings of malignant substances. tandy is also able to psychically access people’s hopes - this later develops into fully-fledged touch-telepathy.

𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾: tandy is a homeless thief in new orleans, addicted to painkillers and running scams with her boyfriend liam. after bumping into tyrone johnson, her powers are activated, and the two begrudgingly team up to combat roxxon, the corporation responsible for flooding the city with light and darkforce.

𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈: attempting to get her life back on track, tandy starts taking ballet classes and going to therapy. unfortunately, her therapist andre deschaine, is the demonic being d’spayre, who uses his therapy classes to hunt down vulnerable women to sex traffic them. after kidnapping tandy, andre drains her of her powers and traffics her, using the lightforce to become a loa. with help from ty, tandy eventually escapes, reclaims her powers, and murders andre.

𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: tandy’s main verse includes sexual assault, drug addiction, violence, sex trafficking, brainwashing and suicide attempts. all content will be tagged with a warning!

𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾: olivia holt (teens-twenties), yvonne strahovski (thirties+), carey mulligan (thirties+)

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 (all content involving tandy) 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 (tandy’s backstory, headcanons, information) 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 (tandy and the wider mcu)

✦ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘

tandy’s powers are the same as in her main verse, but their origin comes from the drug d-lite. depending on the comic run, this drug is supplied by the demon d’spayre, the roxxon corporation, or doctor simon marshall and the maggia. tandy, tyrone, and mister negative are the only survivors of the d-lite trials, and subsequently gain abilities fuelled by the drug.

tandy comes from shaker heights, ohio. she is the daughter of melissa bowen, a famous model who neglects her in favour of an endless string of boyfriends. tandy becomes homeless after running away from home.

tandy and ty are much more physically reliant upon each other within the comic universe. if tandy is kept away from ty for too long, the light within her body will consume and destroy her.

( this verse is pretty flexible as tandy has had a lot of different origins over the years! a full summary of her 616 run can be found here. )

𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾: olivia holt, sydney sweeney

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆 (all content involving comic!tandy)

✦ 𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗦

𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌/𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒: tandy is the principal female dancer of the new york city ballet. from the outside, it appears she lives a charmed life: high society parties, vanity fair covers, roses from adoring fans. behind the scenes, however, things are not so glamorous. the company’s main choreographer, andre deschaine, has been grooming her since her teenage years, and his vice-grip on her life is ever-increasing... \ this is my main non-powered au, which can be adapted as necessary. 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝒑𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒙

𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒/𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅/𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾: tandy is a sorceress and assassin, working for (or against) a royal family. this verse fluctuates depending on the writing! 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝟣𝟨𝟢𝟤: based on the 2003 eight-part comic series where the superheroes of marvel exist in the elizabethan era. tandy (alongside tyrone) is an actor in shakespeare’s globe. she is also a witchbreed, this universe’s version of marvel’s mutants, and wields her regular powers. alongside others, she secretly works as a spy for the royal family to protect the kingdom from unnatural threats. 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓!

more tba...

#𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 #masterpost: tandy bowen #roleplay #marvel roleplay

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shortguyswag · 3 years

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ppspsps mistborn dsmp au... tell more

Okay, so as I've said, i dont have a lot in the way of plot, but Im currently thinking of a heist style deal where they are on a quest to steal from rich people. Dream in particular. Also you know that trope where its found family but found through crime? Yeah that.

Design wise im thinking that most mistcloaks go to like an inch or so off the ground, but ranboos cloak only goes to like mid calf cause hes tol. He also wears his metals in like a sash across his chest. He has one obsidian dagger and one glass dagger on him at all times, but because glass, he tends to have more at home. He's also one of the only rich people the crew tolerates.

Tubbo likes to "borrow" ranboo's mistcloak, and it's a bit long, but because it's so short on ranboo, it's only a couple inches dragging on the floor. He also can and has carved pointy sticks and stabbed people with them.

Tommy is a rioter, but he still has some clue how to defend himself, mostly with quarterstaffs or sticks. People are careful to keep him away from the alcohol because he will steal it and set stuff on fire with it. Not big fires usually but they'd rather not have anything get out of hand.

Techno runs a small restaurant type thing that is the crew's base of operations. The best selling dishes involve potatoes.

I can't remember if i said Phil was a coinshot or a lurcher but he's a coinshot now. He helps techno run the bakery, and has a pretty convincing nobleman disguise. He can climb well, too, so he's spying on people that they want to dpy on a lot.

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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The Farce of Hope

Written for @komahinaisle

Day 5: Fantasy AU, Healing, Hope

Summary: A certain hero of hope has been causing problems for those who reap despair. Hinata is assigned with breaking that hero's will through the targeting of the insipid, vapidly cheerful healer that is always by his side.

Rating: T

Warnings: Attempted murder and later kidnapping.

Notes: This is not a day late. I just can’t read. Anyway I’ve been wanting to write this idea for a long time...however I wanted to write it much spicier. I’m pretty sad that I didn’t. But hopefully it’s still serviceable if nothing else. Also demon!Hinata is v good. V, v, v good.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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Lately, that hero had been causing more and more problems. Junko was getting increasingly annoying about it, which wasn’t helping.

“You gotta dooooo something, Hajime!!” she whined, clinging to him with big, watery eyes. “They’re ruining all my plans! All my despair! It’s sooooo frustrating! Not despairing, but frustrating! At this rate, the disgusting populace won’t fear me as much as they used to! And what will I do, then?!”

He grumbled. He griped. And she shoved him out the door.

“If you fail me, I’ll feel such despair that I won’t be able to resist killing you on the spot!” she chirped, cheerful now. “So! Take care of that wretched, stupid hero of hope, Hajime! In fact! I’ll make it easy for you! Target that dumbass healer always tagging along and fawning over them!” With a grin, she waved him off. “He looks like easy prey but is pretty annoyingly immune to my charm! You’re definitely more up his alley! Don’t let me down! Or else!”

And that was that.

“Urgh.”

Chief demon-in-command, Hinata Hajime, was given simultaneously a most important mission—and a most irritating chore.

It’s not all that important to mention, but Hinata Hajime hadn’t always been a demon. He was one of many former humans swayed to the side of despair due to discontentment with the current state of affairs and Junko’s promises of glory. She had presented them a paradise of free will and euphoria, and he had been desperate enough to hang on every word.

As time wore on, it was obvious she didn’t care about them at all. But, it wasn’t like Hinata Hajime cared for the other world, either. Hope, happiness, righteousness were all nothing more than farces. This hero, too, with their wide-eyed innocence and determination, was just another joke.

But the one Hinata undoubtedly detested the most was the healer. The healer who worshipped every step of the hero, and sang praise upon praise of their spread of hope, their sweeping influence as a symbol of hope. As if such a thing hadn’t already proven to be a broken promise. He was either willfully dense or just that stupid.

And yet, the hero kept him around. Likely for those asinine assurances.

Foolishness all around. But, if there was an ideal target, it was the healer.

“What sort of materials do we need for this next mission, Naegi-kun?!”

“You don’t need to worry about it so soon, Komaeda-san...”

“But! I! Insist!” With his overwhelming enthusiasm and fiery intensity, the healer having his way was inevitable, even when placed against a so-called hero. Even the most innocuous of observers could tell, and as someone spying on them, Hinata already found himself bored as the healer huffed. “A hero of hope can never be too prepared!”

As predicted, the hero sighs.

“Alright, alright. But, we’re going to relax here for a while, okay? I’m still pretty exhausted, and I’m sure you are, too.”

“If this feeble body of mine is destined to crumble, it’s no concern as long as it can still bear the weight of supporting you, Naegi-kun!”

Unsurprisingly, the hero’s face pinches up. He shook his head quickly.

“Please. Take care of yourself.”

“Oh.” The healer blinks back. “Did I upset you, Naegi-kun?”

“I’m not upset.” The hero shook his head again. “I just worry.”

“You don’t need to worry,” was insisted.

“But I do anyway. Komaeda-kun—we are running low on herbs for potions. Um. Maybe I could use a new cloak? What do you think?” A pitiful smile was given as the healer lit up, eyes bright. “I trust you on this more than anything.”

“We definitely do need more herbs,” he rattled off. “And we need to buy polish for the armor and yes, a new cloak. Preferably one resistant to poisons! We’re coming up on quite a dangerous area! So antidotes are also a must! Don’t worry, Naegi-kun! I’ll grab everything we need and then some!”

“Alright, Komaeda-kun. Thank you.”

It was painfully simple, Hinata Hajime thought as the healer went on his way. He wove through the crowd, following that bouncing healer, who was so easy to spot with his white hair and light robes. A blight, one with an infuriatingly cheerful hum as he walked.

It would have been painfully easy to burn that annoying little light into a crisp.

Just kill him—that’s all Junko asked for. She didn’t even care about extracting any level of satisfaction. I could just twist a knife into his gut and leave.

The healer tripped, and enough people parted so that he fell to the ground. The hero was too far away to witness this. Hinata Hajime drew near.

“Ahaha,” the healer murmured, pushing himself up shakily, still smiling. “How clumsy of me.”

“Do you need help?” Hinata asked, feigning concern as he played with the small dagger hidden in his cloak. He offers his hand. “Here. Let me.”

“Oh!” The healer perked up, eyes wide before he once again beams. He reaches for Hinata’s hand just as Hinata’s grip closes around the handle of his dagger. “Thank you so—”

“Out of the way! I’ve lost control!”

High-pitched whinnying. The crowd was screaming and scattering to make way for the horse charging through. Hinata was forced to yank the healer close if he wanted to avoid them both getting trampled on the spot. The healer’s mouth opens to let out a sharp yelp, which is then muffled by Hinata’s cloak. The horse races by. Its distraught owner chases after it.

The healer is still pressed close, and Hinata could feel his heart hammering. Rather belatedly, he realizes that the healer is gripping his other hand. The one that still holds the knife.

Hinata says nothing, but the healer lets out a shaky exhale.

“Oh.” He lets go of Hinata’s other hand, pulling back almost sheepishly. “That was rather exhilarating, wasn’t it?” He laughs, and his face is flushed. “I would’ve died if not for you! What truly good luck!”

Good luck?

At Hinata’s quizzical stare, the healer just gave his usual insipid smile.

“Thank you for saving me. Um.” He digs through his pouch and pulling out several gold coins. “How much—do you want?”

Does he think I’m just a thief?

“I’m sorry,” the healer went on. “I’m afraid I don’t have much gold to spare. But, I can compensate you in other ways, if you like. Is there anything you need?”

No one is paying them any mind. The menial bustling has returned now that the apparent danger is gone. It would not be that hard to finish the job anyway, the distraction be damned. The healer is smiling up at him so pitifully, and Hinata Hajime wonders if he’s still afraid.

“I don’t mind,” the healer said. “Really. Even if you were trying to hurt me, you ultimately helped me. So, you must not be that bad of a person.”

I could have let the horse trample him.

Hinata wanted to curse his impulses. No wonder this fool was trying to pay him.

“I don’t want any payment,” he snapped. “It was instinct. Your hand was already in mine. I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Are you sure?” There’s finally a frown on that face. “I really, really don’t mind.”

How infuriating!

“At least let me buy you a meal,” the other insisted, to Hinata’s disdain. “Instinct or not, you saved me. Please, let me show proper gratitude! I... I’m Komaeda Nagito, by the way. I’m quite the worthless healer, but I’m not completely hopeless, haha.”

What you are is hapless.

Hinata bit his tongue, but he didn’t really have an excuse to flee. Even if he wanted to disengage as quickly as he could.

“Hinata... Hajime. Nice to meet you.” His name wasn’t given very often. The sound and shape of it were as bland and banal on his tongue as ever. “If you really want to—I guess I can’t stop you.”

“Hinata-kun!” Komaeda grins with the radiance that he preferred to see crushed. “It’s nice to meet you! I hear the food at the inn is delicious, so let’s go there!”

Hinata can only nod, fingers twitching as he does. “Let’s.”

“Order whatever you want, Hinata-kun! I don’t mind paying for it!”

“What was that about not having much gold to spare?”

“I get a discount, ehe.” Komaeda’s grin grows, looking unbearably smug. “It’s because of Naegi-kun. Surely you’ve heard of him. He’s an incredible hero of hope, you see.”

“I’ve heard,” Hinata said, if only because he didn’t want to hear more about it. “How fortunate for you to associate with someone like that.”

“Mmhm.” Komaeda nods along dreamily, eyes half-lidded. After a while, he blinked a few times and his head tilted. “You knew about him but you still wanted to...?”

He’s sharper than he looks.

“It’s because you don’t look strong yourself.” That was true, at least. Everything about Komaeda Nagito, the healer, screamed fragile. And healers weren’t known for being all that durable in the first place. It’s astounding to think that Naegi Makoto could manage with a healer this especially frail in appearance, but either Komaeda Nagito was more than he seemed—or he was quite lucky.

I’m leaning towards luck.

Komaeda laughing more or else emboldened the thought.

“You’re right! You’re absolutely right! I’m definitely a weak link! If Naegi-kun hadn’t known me for so long, he would have rightfully discarded me long ago.” Brushing away stray tears, Komaeda added. “Naegi-kun’s such a kind person. I’ve known that from the start, even before I was aware of his potential. I do want to support him with all that I have.”

“Would you even give your life for him?” Hinata asked.

Komaeda didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes! Of course!”

He’s even stupider than I thought. Does he even know that his death will be a cause of despair? Stupid. So stupid.

It was infuriating. Beyond infuriating. Even if he does kill Komaeda Nagito, the healer will part with sweet words of encouragement and a smile. He’s sure of it.

He’s just like how I was back then.

“Are you not going to order anything?”

“Mm... Toast, maybe?”

“That’s not a meal.”

“Ahaha! I don’t need to eat that badly!”

So stupid.

But, he holds his tongue. He orders a modest meal, all things considered. Junko spoils them quite a bit with high-class meals when she doesn’t randomly decide to poison them. To eat something normal without that concern would be a nice change of pace. He’s not much for a lavish lifestyle anyway, it turns out.

The food was fine. The service was fine. The innkeeper was polite, well-practiced. This kind of mundane scenario had become a rarity ever since he joined Junko. There are times where he wondered if he had understood what, exactly, he sacrificed back then. But, it didn’t matter.

None of it really mattered.

“If you insist on staring so intently,” he found himself snapping at the other. “Then perhaps order an actual meal for yourself?”

“O-Oh!” Komaeda hurriedly waved his hands. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Hinata-kun! I was just...” Wetting his lips, he seems contemplative. “You’re so methodical with how you eat. It’s rather fascinating to watch. Especially when you’re a lowly thief.”

He doesn’t even lower his voice on the off-chance that he’s overheard. Hinata wouldn’t be surprised if it had been intentional. Even with the show of charity, there was a suspicious glimmer in Komaeda Nagito’s eye. As if he wasn’t sure if what he was appraising was dirt or gold.

Hinata merely snorted, unwilling to humor him. Komaeda’s smile quirked, but he didn’t add anything else.

“What were you before you joined Naegi Makoto?” Hinata asked next, head tilting with the inquiry. “Did you have any path laid out before you prior to clinging to the hero’s coattails?”

“Not really,” Komaeda said easily. “I was always clumsy, so I never had any promise. It would have been impertinent to have ambitions. But supporting Naegi-kun is everything I ever could have wanted.”

“I see.” Hinata nodded. “How fortunate for you to find happiness in someone else’s shadow.”

“It’s more than I deserve,” Komaeda speaks brightly. Easily. “So yes, I’m very happy.”

Happy—huh?

“Is that so? You’ve no resentment at all? No regrets? You really only appreciate what you have?” Hinata stood, leaving the meal only partially finished. “How noble of you. You’re just the perfect martyr, aren’t you?”

Someone like this isn’t even worth a glance. It’s just because he’s close to Naegi Makoto that Junko wants him dealt with. He’s fortunate and unfortunate in that sense.

“It may be hard to understand, but it’s how I feel,” Komaeda said, fearless even as Hinata approaches him. He doesn’t even tense as Hinata looms over him. “Are you angry, Hinata-kun? That’s quite a scary face. I guess you must be quite unsatisfied with your current lot in life.”

“I am, but I don’t envy you.” Hinata stares, gaze sharp. “I’m not sure if I hate you or if I feel sorry for you. She certainly wouldn’t care either way as long as you’re taken care of.”

Komaeda’s expression changed immediately, smile dropping.

“She?”

“She,” Hinata confirmed, reaching into his cloak for his dagger. Komaeda blinks, but Hinata merely carves words into the table. “This is for your hero. I assume he’ll understand what comes next.”

Komaeda looks over the message, and his eyes go wide when he realizes.

“You—”

Hinata covers his mouth. He takes Komaeda’s outburst of magic without blinking, and then he yanks the squirming, struggling healer close.

“I’m doing you a favor,” Hinata hissed, and he brought his hand down swiftly.

Someone screamed, but the two of them are gone before long.

In the end, he decided against killing Komaeda Nagito. Why? Sentimentality, perhaps?

I don’t know. I just got so angry and now here we are.

Hinata sighed, resting against the wall. They’re in a hideout, now. A location that he detailed on the table and Komaeda is secured, still unconscious and curled up on a pile of leaves. His wrists are bound, his magic restricted. Like this, he truly does look utterly helpless.

Hinata almost feels bad but stomps down the rising bile and guilt.

It’s because he’s a liar. Saying he’s happy with his lot in life—what a joke. I’ll prove him wrong.

“You’re not any better than me,” he murmurs, fierce as he approaches, scowling down at Komaeda’s innocent face. “You’re just as wretched, just as wanting, just as corrupt. You’re just in denial that hope is a farce, and once you realize, that Naegi Makoto will see it, too.”

He reaches out, and as Komaeda murmurs, Hinata finds himself softening and brushing the other’s hair back.

“Mm... Where...? Hinata-kun...?”

“Komaeda Nagito,” Hinata says, suddenly tired but resolute. “It’s time for me to teach you about the Ultimate Despair.”

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