#Danial the Ghost

[too-much-tma-stuff]

This idea sort of burst out of me like Alien so it's unedited. There will probably be more.

In short, Cas picks up on the fact that Danny is pregnant at a Wayne Gala and have the right idea but the wrong context.

Masterpost

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Danny was barely holding it together and really he had been for a long time. It had sort of been fun and games at first when he became a hero. Sure his accident had hurt like hell but he'd sort of repressed that and for real? Lunch Lady? Box Ghost? Even Skulker was sort of a joke and he hasn't actually felt threatened. Sneaking around behind his parents backs and sneaking out with his friends had been fun. It had all felt like a game at first, and then somewhere in there things had gotten very real.

He'd known he couldn't count on his family to protect him but they couldn't even see Vlad was a threat. And he felt like he had lost the last of his innocence when he saw the clone Vlad had made of him melt. He hasn't been in time, he had panicked and he had only managed to save a couple by taking them into his own body to shield their still forming cores. Ellie and... should Danny name the other one or would he name himself when he was ready?

He kept touching his stomach over where he could feel the little balls of his mirror children hovering just below his own core. He was so tired all the time as they relied on his energy, he was eating more then ever and he knew his family was worried. He didn't think he could hide this and he couldn't predict when they would emerge. What if they did in front of his parents? They definitely wouldn't react well. And Vlad kept trying to use this against Danny. Promising to look after him and the babies if he was really insisting on carrying them, as if Danny could rip those tiny 'lives' out of himself now.

And no matter how many times he tried to tell his parents that Vlad was bad news, that he creeped Danny out and made him feel unsafe they wouldn't listen! Dad didn't even hear him and mom made sympathetic noises and then told him to bear with it for Jack's sake because he didn't have many friends.

So of course when Vlad had asked if 'Daniel' could accompany him to a gala in Gotham his father had agreed! Even his mother had agreed when Vlad promised it would be educational and safe! And here Danny was, hanging on by a fucking thread in a suit that felt uncomfortably tight around his middle, having just escaped being paraded around as Vlad heir like a particularly expensive watch. He was behind the snack table having piled a plate as high as he could and scarfing it down before Vlad could find him again and scold him for being rude. He hadn't noticed yet that a family of dark haired socialites kept giving him worried looks. A young woman with dark eyes signing frantically to a man with blue eyes and a dimpled frown.

It was the man who slid up carefully next to Danny trying not to startle since he seemed to have genuine food aggression.

"Yeesh kid you seem like you're starving! All those fancy Hors d'oeuvres are fun but not very cooling and I feel like I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you something more filling! If you'll come me to the kitchen I'm sure our family butler would be happy to whip something up for you?" The man said with an inviting some that did nothing to sooth the way Danny's hackles raised instinctively.

He was about to say no on reflex when he spotted Vlad heading towards them with an expression like a thunder cloud. Danny's back went ridged and the other man followed his gaze with a frown. "You know what ya that sounds great let's go now!" Danny said dropping his half full plate on a nearby tray and dragged the stranger away with him as Vlad shouted after him.

"Daniel come back this instant! Unhand mister Wayne! Daniel this is unacceptable!"

'Mr. Wayne' took over leading them and spirited Danny through a back door as a bubbly blonde intercepted Vlad and a small woman slid in behind them like a shadow.

"So, Danial I assume?" The man asked, amusement crinkling around his eyes as Danny grimaced.

"Mr. Wayne I assume?" Danny returned, unaware of the way one arm was protectively wrapped around his stomach, but the girl noticed. It was Dicks turn to grimace.

"Okay ya, I go by Dick. What about you?"

"Danny," he said not reacting to the name, he'd heard far stranger. "And what about you?" He asked Cas, startling Dick a little because she was doing her 'shadow thing' and not many people would have noticed her.

"That's Cas, she has a hard time talking sometimes," Dick explained as Cas materialized and gave Danny a reassuring smile and wave.

The teen harrumphed but he did follow them down to the kitchen where Alfred was drinking a cup of tea, staying well clear of the foolishness upstairs. "Ah, hello young masters," Alfred he said, glancing between the three with a raised brow. Though the two who knew him could see the way his expression softened when Danny shrunk in on himself. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Alfred do we have any leftovers from dinner or something filling we can whip up fast? Danny here is too hungry for just the fancy font for upstairs." Dick asked cheerfully.

Alfred raised his eyebrows again and looked at Cas who was standing behind Danny. Glancing at Danny to make sure he wasn't looking she grimaced then touched her stomach and mimed holding an infant.

Alfred's expression turned stormy for just a moment then smoothed. "Of course we do, Why don't you make our guest comfortable and I'll see what I can do. Do you have any allergies young man?" Alfred asked and Danny shook his head mutely.

"You're the best Alfie!" Dick said, hovering a hand over Danny's shoulder rather then actually touching him as he leas him towards the comfortable breakfast nook.

The boy seemed tight lipped and gaunt, his eyes flicking around them as if he expected a threat to pop up at any time. Dick slipped into the booth across from him. Trying to think of the best way to ask this kid how... why, and who hurt him.

Cas has stayed in the kitchen, but not for long. She came to them with a tray of mugs moments later and slipped into the booth next to Danny. Gently she took his hands and pressed the warm mug unto them. He blinked and focused of it, as if on autopilot he lifted it to his lips, Cas keeping a hand on his elbow to steady him as he drank.

The warm comforting drink, and hand on his arm, presence by his side as Cas slid imperceptibly closet and closer till she was pressed against Danny's shoulder, felt like they were taking him apart from the inside. Thawing out the cold numbness he shielded himself behind. Half way through his tea he glanced up, at the worried blue eyes so like Jazz, so worried and warm.

He put down the mug suddenly as a sob shook his body. Cas wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, cooing comforting wordless little sounds as she let him bury his face into her chest and just sob heaving, exhausting outbursts of repressed emotion.

"Are the babies okay?" She asked and he froze, his breath catching in his throat. She clicked her tongue and rocked him gently. "Okay, okay, not in trouble," she promised.

"They- I don't know, they were so weak, I’m trying, but I don't know if I can keep them alive." Danny sobbed lifting his hands to cover his face.

"The stress can't be helping," Dick pointed out, climbing across the table like it was nothing to sit next to them and rub Danny's back. Danny gave a little hiccupping hysterical laugh. "Do you have support, or like, do you know your options?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm not getting rid of my babies! I don't care if the man who made them is an obsessive creep who drugged me! I love them they're MINE!" The feral protectiveness seemed to startle Dick even as Cas continued to make soothing sounds.

"Your choice, only yours," she promised. "Have help?"

Danny sniffled and shook his head. "Safe?" Another shake of the head.

"The man who... did this?" Dick asked as delicately as he could. Another hysterical laugh.

"I've tried! I've tried to tell my parents he's a creep, he's dangerous but they don't listen! My dad thinks he hung the fucking stars, mom says he's harmless. They don't believe me! I-I can't tell them about the babies. They'd make me get rid of them or worse! I can't." Danny sobbed and Cas soothed.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to." She promised. "You stay with us, you and babies safe, never have to see him again."

"Ya right. Wait, your serious? What" Danny asked, pulling back and looking at her with wide bloodshot eyes.

"She's very serious young master," Alfred said as he approached making Danny jump. there was a hard set to the old man's jaw and steal in his eyes that left no room for questions as he set a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit in front of Danny. "Master Bruce has a foster license and is a mandatory reporter. I'm sure once he hears even a fraction of this he will insist you stay. I will prepare a room for you. Am I to assume the man who's shouting demanding your return upstairs is the source of this distress?"

Danny swallowed and nodded, Alfred nodded back and paused to rest a gloved hand gently on Danny's hair before walking away briskly.

"Eat," Cas said, nudging him gently to let go of her. "As much as you want. Still hungry? We raid Tim's secret cereal stash."

"Gasp! You know where it is? You've been holding out on me?!" Dick demanded with exaggerated betrayal and as the two started to banter Danny ate. He was glad of the distraction, of not having the attention on him as he devoured the healthy, and nutritious meal the butler had made for him. It had been a while since he'd had a good home cooked meal, it made his core feel warm and he could feel the two little echoes as his hummed.

The babies were happy too, he didn't believe these people could keep him safe from Vlad really, but this was nice. Maybe he would let them try, get a few more good meals, a respite, and maybe... maybe his parents would finally notice that something was wrong and actually stand up for him?

That was probably wishful thinking but he could hope right? there was no harm in that.

Part 2

[flamingpudding]

I'm so sorry I didn't get to finish but as Dan's Teekl is a Phoenix snake and he takes after Vlad since of dressing

When something big is going on the magical world and they need King Phantom's help he decides to bring along his children this is how the Justice League finds out just like Robin is a past dumb title so is Klarion all the Justice League deal with a bunch of hyper up chaotic children who have been antiheroes let's find out

I wanted this to be just like a we are robbing thing except with Clarion all of them showing off the fact that Teekl have never been a cat would be so funny to me

Anywho I haven't been able to come up with anymore ideas for Dan is Klarion but I did come out with this one hope you find it funny sorry that I messed up on the first part of the writing

Okay... so version one got deleted, per my rant post notices... so here is version two hopes to that it will still be as good... also... i didn't remember how I ended this the first time soooooo yea... sorry again for having messed up in between...

[Link to the first part of the Ask here!]

I hope this will still be as enjoyable....

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Vlad didn't regret a lot of things but he regretted having told Bruce Wayne that he had a way of summoning the Ghost King. Why you ask? Because Bruce Wayne apparently leaked that information to the Justice League.

Well originally Vlad had told Bruce only about this because he was after the deal he had wanted for years with Wayne Enterprise. That man had been able to avoid Vlad for years now, and during his years when he hadn't been a redeemed man it had infuriated him.

But he was a redeemed man now. He had reformed his entire Company and since Wayne Enterprise was contracted with the Justice League, he had felt it was appropriate to boost that his Company had valuable connections too.

He also just wanted to rub it into Brucie Waynes face that he wasn't the only one with big name Hero / other worldly connections department. Okay it might have been a bit of an ego thing left. But he was a redeemed man.

And because he was a redeemed man he had not used his ghost powers to throw Batman out of the window the hero had used to barge into his hotel room at 3 -goddamn- AM only to demand the method on how to summon the ghost king.

No sir, Vlad was a redeemed man, he was nice now, a good guy.

He only grumbled and demanded the reason, which apparently was a demonic thread to the magical world that indirectly could wipe out the entire world itself. Great, little badger will not be amused hearing about that.

Daniel would be cross with him for using the summoning stone in the middle of the night but Batman was giving him a valid reason to use it. Surely Daniel would understand right? Plus Vlad could use that as change to see the little badger again. It had been a while since he last saw him.

Well Vlad regretted agreeing with Batman with the condition that he would be the one to do the summoning. That man in a bat suit did not hesitate to drag Vlad with him then bringing him, blindfolded mind you, to a place where he then was faced with several heroes, including but not limited to the Justice league.

Just great.

At least Vlad got to inform Danial about the situation and the reason for his summon as Ghost King via summoning stone, even if that blond British man had scoffed when he saw Vlad pulling it out, about the situation and what the little badger could expect the moment he stepped out of a portal.

What Vlad did not expect were several RED portals opening and similarly dressed young adults as well as one teen stepping out of them.

"Sup old man! Mom told us you called him about some world ending problem!" Dan greeted him in his Klarion get up, perfectly styled hair and his ghost pet, a phoenix snake, Snape (yes Dan named his pet after a mage from a wizard movie series) on his shoulders. Vlad could feel the distinctive illusion magic around the pet and he was pretty sure everyone without ghost powers were not able to see through it.

"KLARION?!" One of the present heroes yelled.

And of course all of the kids had to answer in reflect turning to where the voice came from at the same time.

"Yea"

There was a brief moment of silence in which Vlad face palmed.

"Ah sorry, that was on reflex. Old habits die hard!" Ellie laughed, she had grown into a young woman and was currently wearing what looked like a black suit crossed with a 90s style witch dress.

"I am the current Klarion, lose that fucking habit already." Dan grumbled annoyed as he crossed his arms glaring at every sibling that had answered to his alias.

"I am telling mom you cussed." Ellie instead grinned instead, before she looked around for a moment before her eyes landed on Nightwing, her face instantly lighting up. "ROBIN! I mean Nightwing! I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Do I know you?" Vlad could feel sorry for the hero, but these where the phantom kids, so he wasn't in the slightest and he was still cross with he heroes for waking him up at 3AM!

"I am hurt! Don't you recognise me!" Ellie gasped and Dan unashamedly elbowed her for acting so familiar.

"Misrule." He warned her. Ellies current Anti-Hero -Chaos Agent- Alias Vlad remembered. A name she specifically chose because it sounded like Miss Rule and she knew that the word play would annoy Nabu. That girl had some serious beef with the Ancient of Order.

"Oh shush little brother! Let me reconnect with the kids I used to mess with!" She shushed Dan ruffling his hair and nearly messing up his horned hairstyle, before turning back to Nightwing. "Don't you remember my lovely Armadillos? Though I only know you were the Robin I first meet because I looked into Grandpa Clock's time mirrors..."

There was a brief moment of silence on the other side where the heroes stood and Vlad swore he could have heard a pin needle drop.

"Oh god..." One of them finally spoke up as apparently some kind of realisation sunk into the heroes. But before Ellie could add anything more the one Vlad recognised as Red Robin cut in.

"Klarion is like Robin!"

"RR what are you...?"

"The title of Klarion got passed down like Robin!"

There was another brief moment of silence before Dan, Ellie and the rest of their siblings burst out laughing.

"It took you idiots this long to see that?!" Dan called them out, laughing as he hugged Snape.

Vlad would probably feel sorry for the entirety of the heroes before him if he wasn't amused by this himself, even he had seen the differences whenever 'Klarion' got passed on.

"For your information, I was the first Klarion, so i could mess with Nabu." Ellie grinned. "I was also the one that used a bit to much eyeliner."

"I never got the the horned hairstyle right."

"I was the one with a fancy black suit."

One by one the phantom kids listed of all the differences in their versions of Klarion until they all looked towards the youngest Dan, the current Klarion.

"What?" He grumbled as his elder siblings grinned at him.

"Fucking fine. I use a suit similar to the old man's style and I like to do more than just mess with Nabitch." He muttered after enduring his siblings stares for.

"And you cuss." Ellie grinned brightly causing the rest of the siblings to to chuckle.

Vlad recognised the look in Dan's eyes and before the kids could break out into an argument or a brawl, depending how violent Dan was feeling, he coughed loudly to get noticed by everyone.

"World threatening situation." He reminded everyone. "Where is your mother? The Ghost King?"

"Oh Mom is already dealing with the situation." Dan shrugged. "We more or less came to watch and see the heroes suck and fail at 'Order' to rub it into Nabitch's face."

Vlad really wanted to scowl the kids and he was going to but then the heroes cut in again.

"Can we get back to the thing about Klarion being a title passed down like Robin? With how many different Klarions did we have to deal with over the years!?"

"Red Robin not the right time..."

"Yes the right time! So many comments from Klarion make sense now! Like the first time he went right up into my face!"

"Red Robin!"

"Oh that was still me! The first Klarion!"

[phantoms-lair]

88 for the crossover roulette.

Okay, this one took me a while

~~~~ "You really are like a cockroach aren't you?"

Vlad whirled around. No human should be in this place! Especially not one he didn't know. And he didn't recognize the tall lanky man one bit, though it was hard to make out his face covered by a hood. "How did you get in my house?"

"There are many ways to get into places Plasmius." he snarled.

Well that was that then. Whoever he was, he couldn't live. He created a duplicate behind the man, ready to strike him unawares-

Only to scream as the duplicate popped and incredible pain lanced through his body.

"Like it?" The stranger sneered, showing off his belt. "Improved model of the specter deflector. Little bit of the Plasmius Maximus built in too. Good luck using your powers for the next several hours." he crouched before Vlad's prone form. "Now where were we? Oh right, you being a cockroach. You do the stupidest shit and then you escape consequences by lying. You lie to your business partners before you rob them blind. You lied to Valerie about everything about ghosts. You like to yourself about how nothings ever your fault and that Mom would ever like you. You lie to Dad about being his friend while trying to kill him."

"Daniel?" Vlad gasped. The man pulled back his hood revealing a familiar face made foreign by age. This Danial was clearly an adult, though not a healthy one, gaunt and wary. "But the specter deflector?"

"Let me tell you a story Vlad. It has a sad beginning. Hell, it's sad all around, but the beginning packs a wallop. It start with a freak explosions at a fast food place causing the deaths of Maddie, Jack, and Jasmine Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. None of whom became ghosts after that. One survivor, who only survived because his half ghost body regenerated the damage, one Danial Fenton."

"Originally the next of kin to take him is was his Aunt Alicia, but since reconnecting with his 'best friend' Jack had wanted it changed to Vlad Masters. Maddie resisted at first, but after Vlad pretended to save Danny from Pariah Dark, again an incident he'd caused in the first place and again lying, she'd agreed."

"But Vlad wasn't as happy to have control of the boy as he once would have been. He'd blamed him for living when his mother hadn't. He wanted the boy to act grateful for even being in his presence when all the boy wanted was to have died with his loved ones. Needless to say it didn't work out. But did you give him to his Aunt? No. You decided you just needed a better version of him. You'd already been working at your cloning experiments, even if they weren't...built to last." He looked a tube containing a small girl sadly. "But you did the thing you did best besides lying. You got greedy."

"I was at your mercy. Obviously you could have harvest my DNA at your leisure and made a perfect clone, but you decided you wanted more. You decided to splice your own DNA in, so it would truly be 'your' son and that's where everything went wrong."

"You're the first halfa Vlad, but you know how first drafts are. Or maybe you don't, I doubt you ever did your own work. First drafts are messy and incomplete. And that's you as a halfa. Twenty years of experience, but Little Me was catching up to you in less that one. He was also good to go without any serious recovery time while you needed years of hospitalization and even then had flare ups. In terms of blending I was mayonnaise, kept stable and homogenous. You were oil and vinegar, constantly trying to separate. That's what the ecto acne was, you know. Not some skin condition like puberty gone wrong. It was your human body trying to purge itself of ghostly contaminants. Trying to reject Plasmius. And maybe you'd be healthier if you let it."

"But back to the point. You were an imperfect halfa. And you passed that along to the clones you made with your DNA. They failed even faster and you decided the solution was more power. You used me as a battery, draining my ectoplasm into your creation, damaging my body so much I can't create more. You essentially made me human again Vlad. But it still wasn't enough. And you decided it couldn't need much more, so you decided to transfer a bit of your own, only for your creation to take all of it."

"I guess credit where credit it due, you cured my death wish. I lived. I escaped and warned people. They didn't believe me of course. Thought I was mad with grief, especially Val. Until the attacks started. I don't know what the fuck you made with our combined DNA, but whatever it was it had both our memories and neither of our moral compasses, or at least any you pretend to have. It fed off death. And no one was ready for it. For a while I was imprisoned because it would pretend to be me and as such I was deemed a risk. But time helped that. I aged and it didn't. It's human form would always be 14 year old Danny Fenton while it's ghost form was a horrible amalgamation of us. It killed. It destroyed. Anything we did to keep it out it would eventually overpower. Until we decided to game the system."

"Time travel, Vlad. Remove the triggering incident. But not even Clockwork can change things all willy nilly. But what he did was seed things in the past to make the Observants of then panic and order him to fix it. Of course they did it by ordering my death, so Clocky had to work around that. Prove Little Me was worth the chance. Little Me ended up in my time and guess what you did Vlad? Can you guess? You lied again. Made up a whole sob story of how you were just trying to help me with my grief by surgically removing my ghost half and how my ghost half then attacked and stole yours and you'd spent all those years trying to fix it. And he believed you. He's burdened with guilt for a time that never happened and believes you're capable of changing and deserve a second chance. Your lies always work, don't they. But I know better. You can't lie to me, not anymore."

"But I'm not going to kill you Vlad, do you know why?"

"Because you're Daniel. I'm sure you're telling yourself something about how I'll suffer more alive, but the truth is you just can't bring yourself to do something like cold blooded killing." Vlad sneered.

"Wrong. You have no idea what I had to do to survive the hell you made." Danial smiled. "I just respect dibs."

"What? OW!" Vlad's body spasmed as something was forcefully injected into it. He looked up behind him and saw an older version of Valerie Grey, twirling a pressure injector, almost exactly like the ones he used to treat his symptoms when they reoccurred. (The scheming part of his brain realizing that would mean it wouldn't raise any alarms if marks from it were found on his body)

"A little compound based on one of the Fenton's projects. I strengthens ectoplasm and makes it stronger. It would be a real boost for past Danny or any other ghost. But for you? Well, your human form was barely holding it together with the ectoplasm you had."

Vlad whimpered, feeling the bubbling under his skin he recognized from his ectoacne only a hundred times worse.

"Goodbye Vlad." Valerie uncaringly stepped over his dying form and wrapped her arms around Danny, the two joining in a kiss.

"It worked." There was joy in Danny's voice for the first time in along time. "It really worked Val. The future, our loved ones, they're safe."

"They are." Valerie smiled down on him. "So we doing this?"

"Yeah. It's selfish, but I think we've both earned a little selfish." Danny pulled a USB and stuck it in Vlad's computer, Mikey's code rewriting several things. "There we go, edited to include another clone of me and one of you."

"How long are we going to have to be in those tube?" Val wrinkled her nose a little.

"Not long. The evidence we dropped off should get the investigation here in less than a day. Also I missed seeing you with long hair."

"It wasn't practical." Valerie grinned. "But Little You saw me with the buzzcut so I had to grow it back." Thankfully with all the wonders of the Infinite Realms, something to instantly grow hair was downright mundane and something Clockwork had been happy to maintain the timeline.

The story now was the story that had to be. If the Observants discovered they were manipulated they might undo their undo. But Vlad had to be handled and with the narrative the Observants had gotten they wouldn't do it themselves.

(Valerie had actually ranted about this, about how even in the lie Vlad had spun the Monster was half him, But the Observants had put all the blame on the mourning 14 year old. Typical.) The 'responsible' thing would be to let themselves fade from the timeline. Or barring that disappearing and starting new. But as Danny had said, they'd earned a bit of selfishness.

If they posed as clones of their past selves there was a chance their families would be contacted and taken in. It was a gamble. Maybe the authorities they'd contacted would destroy them or turn them over to the GiW. Maybe the Fentons or Damian Grey would see them as a violation of their children and reject them. But they'd take the gamble. It wasn't any worse than the one they'd just taken to save the future. And besides, their younger selves needed all thee help they could get

Sure Danny didn't have powers anymore, but he had the experience fighting his younger self had lacked. If everything worked out, not even Pariah Dark would have a chance against two Danny's working together.

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Future Danny, Valerie, and Clockwork: We'll seed these images to the Observants so they know all they have to do to save the future is prevent the explosion

Observants: Naturally there's only one way to fix this, KILL THE CHILD

Future Danny, Valerie, and Clockwork: *facepalm*

[whoreinadegradingway]

The Morning

Hey, duke who’s this, Dick said holding up a few old looking photos. Duke gasp because he knew he had those pictures hidden, that means Dick went through his stuff, “why were you going through my stuff”. “What? No I wasn’t” Dick looked highly offended by my accusation of him going through my room. “I know right where I hid them, you would have been looking to find them”. I said trying not to remember the day that the photos were taken. “Why did you hide them” I looked at Dick like he was crazy he knew better then anyone not to ask questions like that. “ They hold some bad memories” I said shaking what happened out of my head. “You both look happy” he added “Well it didn’t last” I snapped. After that he left me alone. I could only remember what happened after to photos what had happened to the love of my life, the dare, the accident, how I was forced to leave. When I had gone back to my room, Dick had returned the photos almost imminently, I saw a letter. It was about the kings coronation, I laughed quietly not thinking my love would go this far. I was going. To the crowning of Danial Fenton or Danny Phantom or Danial Nightingale whichever works.

TIME SKIP

Dick had told no one about the pictures seeing how upset they had made Duke.

I got ready in the hotel room that I had got Bruce to rent for me saying I needed some time away. I would be teleported via invite to my loves crowning, to say he was shocked when he saw me was an understatement.

We had the time of our lives we danced and drank and partied and all of the other things. Danny asked me to stay with him, not like that get your head outta the gutter. I have known Danny forever we were always meant to be married. I knew that because Danny was now king tomorrow wedding planing would start, can’t say I was sad i’ve been waiting my whole life for this. I planned to tell my family that this was a well earned vacation, it was but i would be coming back married to the king of the infinite realms who was just a baby enriched god but he would be massive. The ghost already saw me kind of as his “wife” I didn’t mind. Was Jazz wooing Cass in the mortal world, yes did they both deserve they love that came from that relationship, yes, yes they did. Let’s just say a few years later after learning I was married, they also learnt who was in the photos.

[wthelvetica21]

Boneheads ; Bright Orange Light

Prologue

Manny is cleaning the glasses behind the counter of the bar. Lewis and Manolo had to escort Brook out because he had a little too much for the night. Likely from being away from ‘pretty girls for too long’. Both Papyrus and Sir Daniel were cleaning up the rest of the cantina talking among each other. Most likely asking him more about knightly stuff he thinks. The tired former travel agent of the Department of Death gets startled from his thoughts by a familiar lackdascale voice.

Sans: “How's manning the bar been Manny?”

He puts up the last glass with a sigh and lights up a cigar from his coat.

Manny : “Same as usual Sans. But things have been monotonous lately.”

The skeleton with the blue hoodie shrugs closing his eyes with a light chuckle.

Sans : “Yup, a real ghost town you could say. No bones about it.”

Manny would roll his eyes if he had them in the way Lewis, Manolo, and a few others did as he lit his cigar at the pun. The only one he hasn’t seen in a while was…

Manny : “Oye, where’s Jack?”

Sans : “Oh him? Still mulling over that weird stone thing he and Paps found one day.”

Now that he hasn’t heard about.

Manny : “Si, what about it has him mulling over it?”

Sans : “It was shaped like a tombstone with runes I haven’t seen before. He’s been at it trying to crack what they mean but I may have a hunch but it's...”

He hasn’t heard Sans this unsure in a long time, but then again he’s the only one of the group who is way more savvy with things that would normally be unheard of where he was from. Hell anyone that wasn’t from San’s particular universe. But Manny admits it's interesting and knows Jack is a kindred spirit in knowing more about it. The door swings to the east wing open with Jack using his long leg to kick it open.

Jack : “Sans you won’t believe what just happened!”

In his spindly arms was tombstone-shaped slate. The runes seen to have a subtle glow to them and is making an eerie hum.

Sans : “Woah there! What do you mean by that Jack?”

Jack : “It spoke! Do you think it's a ghost trapped inside this headstone or…”

The seems to get louder as a disembodied and faded voice saying.

??? : “Not a ghost… a messenger… They will arrive in a bright orange light.”

Manny and Sans look at each other. Was this a bad omen? The slate is placed on a table. Lewis and the others save for Brook who was sobering up look at the strange tombstone. The hot-headed ghost with a magenta pompadour asks…

Lewis : “Well? Ya’ll two don’t think it's a trap ain't it?”

Sans : “No idea. Jack just came in with it and it just started to talk.”

Papyrus starts looking at it with suspicion crossing his arms.

Papyrus : “I have my eyes on you tombstone thing. What is your motives?”

No response but still that eerie hum persists before it pipes up again. It was still faded as if whoever was speaking through it was trying desperately to come through but the signal was weak.

??? : “No harm... The Coded, the Hero and the Alcoholic…”

Sir Danial huffs with the sword at his side. He was getting impatient with this thing.

Sir Danial : “Umm um um ummm um umm um?” / [Now what it’s talking about?]

Manolo looks concern putting his hand on the one eyed knight’s shoulder.

Manolo : “Coded, hero and alcoholic? Does it mean out of all of us?”

Papyrus : “The ‘Hero’ could be me or Sir Daniel right? But who is this coded?”

Manny shrugs and sighs. If this thing isn’t talking about either of them then he dreads he’s going to have another handful to deal with. Brook stumbles in, sober enough to process what’s going on.

Brook : “Can someone put an end to that dreadful hum please. My skull hurts… Oh? What is that?”

Lewis : “Notta clue. Donno if this thing is talkin’ about us or someone or somethin’ else.”

Brook : “Oh… A living tombstone? Haven’t heard of that but then again…”

Sans : “Living tombstone? Um…”

Sans has heard of that somewhere before. Now he recognizes the voice and can get a vague idea on who “the Coded” is but the other two not so much.

Sans : “Ahh! Now I get it. The Coded is one of the…”

Before Sans could finish the sentence all the sudden they all could hear and feel a loud hollow boom coming from the outside. Out the window there was a pillar of orange light that was nearly as bright as the sun in the moonless midnight sky.

Sir Danial : “Ummm um umm um umm?!” / [What the hell is that?!]

Manolo looks at Sir Danial with a stern look before turning to Lewis, Manny and Sans stepping outside. The orange pillar of light started to warp and distort into three thinner bands of light. The tombstone slate seems to be playing… music? The genre of music seems to be indie rock of some kind. It seems to be alternating between three songs like a radio with a broken scan nob.

“Then you will know what I am thinking…”

“But they told me, "Dance…”

“But now I'm feeling so beautiful…”

The runes are glowing the same shade of safety orange as the warping beams of light. Then the three beams meet back into each other causing a flashbang with three streaks streaming through the sky like shooting stars with one of them colliding into the lighthouse on the shore a few miles away from the cantina. The other two forked west into one of the beaches while the other east into the outskirts. The bonehead crow looks at each other with a mixture of concern and confusion as the voice from the tombstone slate coming clearly this time before glow from the runes die down and it becomes silent.

??? : “They are here… Find them.”

The Bonehead crew decides to split up into three teams to investigate what or who crashed down.

Sans and Jack head to the lighthouse.

Lewis, Manny and Brook go west to the beach.

Manolo along with Papyrus and Sir Danial go east towards the outskirts.

[playlistarchiver]

11/19/22 - music log

imma kill u - insane clown posse

break some ice

solder, poet, king - the oh hellos

rainbows & stuff - insane clown posse

for elise - saint motel

city of angels - em belhound

turn the lights off - tally hall

good as it gets - little hurt

boy in the bubble - alec benjamin

i wont - ajr

ghost marianos (11-27-17) - i.am.orange, fredo disco

older ben platt

revolution - eilas

parking lots - plums

be nice to me - the front bottoms

alligator skin boots -mccafferty

happy pills - weathers

malmo - mook

youll rebel to anything - mindless self indulgence

ccchokemeee - danny danial

good old fasion lover boy - remastered 2011 - queen

shes so nice - pink guy

piss punk - vial

burn - teenage halloween

worn / wander - vundabar

orgasm of death - the growlers

cleric girl - sisyfuss

poison - the symposium

afraid - the neighbourhood

get it up - mindless self indulgence

you give love a bad name - bon jovi

paradise city - guns n roses

trailer trash - mccafferty

dear everyone, im sorry - mccafferty

canker sore - disco inc., fredo disco

cops / dogs - destructo disk

first class - kottonmouth kings

no - subhumans

fuck a proud boy - kind eyes, unitytx

your so creepy - ghost town

murder me - life after youth

bottom of a bender - sarah and the safe word

this life i have - the wrecks

[glitched-lullaby]

“What are walls?” -Danial

Was talking to my friend @cal-is-a-cuddlefish​ about our upcoming D&D session yesterday in group chat, and to cut a long explination short, a few of us were joking about going to incomplete maps before we were allowed to... which inspired this.

[fictosphere]

Fictochat: First Impressions about Morbius

Lord MIkenificent and Trevor Thomson discuss "Morbius the Living Vampire" and their hopes for the upcoming film. #morbius #marvel #spider-man #film

Lord Mikenificent: Hello everyone, I’m Lord Mikenificent. Trevor Thomson: And I’m Trevor Thomson. From the Grand Comics Database LM: And we’re here to talk about the trailer for Morbius, which dropped a few days ago. For those of you unfamiliar, Morbius the Living Vampire first popped up in Amazing Spider-Man #101 where he fought the six-armed Spider-Man and then wouldn’t go away. The “Living…

[ishouldgetatumbler]

Danny was discovering that Thymisciran molten Coacoa is wonderful.

He'd watched Alfred gingerly pluck a pitch black bean from a fermenting jar, and Danny offered his mug of warm milk when gestured to. Pressing one finger to keep the bean steady on a large spoon, Alfred tapped the spoon on both edges of the inside of the mug, shattering the brittle shell. The smell of cinnamon and dark chocolate hit them like a wave, and Danny watched in fascination as the contents of the spoon bubbled and frothed.

"The raw bean burns in contact with the air." Bruce provided, "they say it's a curse, but the natives discovered long ago that fermenting them in spices and sugars makes a wonderful drink."

Danny drank once the contents of the spoon had boiled over into the mug, and Alfred had begun to repeat this process for two more cups. It was nice; spicy and sweet, the faint taste of nutmeg and brown sugar.

“So.” Bruce began, and the world felt a little more real, and little less wonderful. He was holding his own mug a few feet above the table. Alfred was slowly removing another bean from the jar. Danny set his cup down, and stuffed and hand in his jeans poket.

Fenton thermos; no, Lighter; no, Sam’s  knife; should return that, Cellphone; no.

He switched pockets, and immediately his fingers felt shame. Vlad’s letter was completely crumpled, he’d forgotten to keep it safe while fighting Ghost King. He withdrew the letter, the weirdo’s wax seal indented with a slightly melted V. He offered the letter to Bruce.

“Vlad is my guardian right now.”

Bruce’s other hand still holding the mug, now party to steaming brown sweetness. He set the letter down next to him, and then took a light sip from the contents of the mug.

“Right now?” he asked finally.

Danny tensed. Part of him thought Bruce wasn’t even paying attention. Something was off about him, but he’d been cornered by his own words. He licked his lips and spoke.

“There was an accident at my parent’s place. Vlad sued for custody, and because he’s rich and could afford good lawyers, he argued he would have enough money to take care of all of us.” and because my stupid dad was his own lawyer he didn’t say.

“All of us?”

“Dani, my younger sister, and Jazz, my older sister.”

Bruce became very still, and spoke very slowly.

"Where are they now?"

"With Vlad, at his house in Amityville."

Danny was sweating, cold and thin on his back and face. It sounded bad laid out. Very, very bad, but only if you knew Vlad. It was hard to tell how much Bruce knew.

"Why are you here Danial?" Bruce asked.

It was now that Danny noticed Alfred was no longer present. Bruce's voice and posture were changed; his back was ramrod straight, and his voice carried across the room like the a general sweeping past his troops.

Where could he start without outing his secret identity? What could he explain so that Bruce Wayne could understand? There were too many angles, too many ghosts and half ghosts and clones involved. Why had Vlad sent him here? Was Danny supposed to explain he'd gotten his butt kicked halfway up the state and woken up here?

A hand met his shoulder.

"Danny."

Danny found himself slouched, folded down in his chair. He looked up to see the millionaire with a hand on his shoulder. He was wearing a superman bathrobe, and if his eyes weren't so bagged, the similarity would be uncanny.

"Your sisters will be fine."

Danny nodded, without meaning to. There was something certain in his voice.

"Alfred."

The door cracked open, creaking slightly. Afred's greying moustache peeked through the door.

"Please show Danny to Damian's room."

"... Master Damian's room sir.

The hand on his shoulder became Alfred's, and guided him along the hallways.

"Your room young man. Don't hesitate to ring if you need anything."

The door closed behind him, and Danny moved to the bed. He would wait a few minutes, until the butler was busy, then phase through the walls and fly back to Amityville. He sat on the bed.

Danny yelped and hopped up from the bed, pulling a small, pitch black Shurikan out of his butt.

He inspected it in the pitch white light of the ornate bedroom. One edge was slightly colored, a sheen of glowing green at one edge. He dropped it, annoyed.

"Rich kids."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39926481/chapters/99976503

[bestiarium]

The Toyol [Indonesian/Javanese mythology]

In old Indonesian folklore – specifically from Java – there are tales of undead infants, named the Toyol or Tuyul. In Thailand, they are called Kumarn Thong, but the creature is the same. These beings used to be wandering spirits of aborted babies until a monk or shaman found them and provided them with a replacement body, which is usually a small statue (made from a variety of materials such as bone, wood or coral) that can be carried like an amulet. The spirit will inhabit the idol and will materialize whenever its owner has a task for it. Additionally, bits of old amulets can be ground together with ground bones of aborted fetuses to create a powerful protective talisman.

In practice, most Toyols owned by monks are ceramic dolls (often covered in a layer of gold) and don’t contain bones of aborted fetuses. But apparently, it does happen, albeit rarely. There’s a story about a woman in Thailand who was arrested in 2010 because she had 14 human fetuses in her home for the purpose of binding their spirits to create Toyols. The idea was that clients could request a baby corpse from her, and she got them from an “amateur abortionist”.

There are lots of rumors and old wives’ tales about Toyols and the people who make them because they are a popular topic of scary stories. Some people claim to know ritualists who visited graveyards at night to collect parts for spells, and some are about cruel men who rip babies out of their mother’s body to create a Toyol. Luckily, these tales are fiction.

The Toyol, when manifested as a material creature, resembles a human child but with either a grey or green skin. Their eyes are ink-black and they have razor sharp teeth and fingernails.

In most stories, owners of Toyol use their supernatural minion to steal valuables. For some reason, when stealing cash, the creature will only take bills and not coins. It’s kind of a combination of necromancy and child labor, really. True to their nature as undead infants, these creatures are childish and may refuse to work for you. To prevent this, a Toyol’s owner should provide it with toys, offerings, and a bed to sleep in.

Sources: McDaniel, J. T., 2013, The Lovelorn Ghost and the Magical Monk: Practicing Buddhism in Modern Thailand. Khairunnisa, A. and Wardhaningsih, M., A Book of Indonesian Ghosts. (image source: Zainal Danial on Artstation)

[pigtailedgirl]

Cobra Kai Civil War Crossover

So I’m writing a thing and if I don’t post I’ll have no drive to finish. I’m not a fanfic writer. So very rough draft beginning ok. Feedback and additions welcome. 

It was the eve of the Accords writing. Ross and Tony Stark had just finished a meeting to hash out more amendments. Tony was concerned. He knew Capsicle and the others were not going to want this. He didn't know how he'd convince them. He only knew Ross would make problems for him if he didn't. He had enough problems. Pepper had left again, because it had only taken him a month to rebuild a new suit.  He had lied and said it was about replacing JARVIS. She'd known better. Thank god he didn't still have the reactor. Ross couldn't touch him as enhanced. Thank god for lawyers. But lawyers weren't going to be enough for high and mighty Rogers. No, he'd be looking at the everyman, or right through the two men, Ross and he, who weren't about helping everyone. Why the hell didn't he understand it wasn't about that? That Tony needed to make sure the whole world was safe. Everyone else would have to suck it up.

  He, Tony, needed a drink. So he got one. And as he often did when he drank to relax, he tinkered with his tech. He could after all with Pep gone. What he didn't notice was an spark in one of his old sims. A sim about martial arts combat. A very 80s sim. A feedback loop. He turned to catch it and BOOM.

Hence reality shifted.  An infinite number of things could have happened. What did was Tony's sim searched for like, and dragged a universe together. A group of people together. A universe of other rivals needing to fix. The Cobra Kai universe.

.....

When Johnny Lawrence had hang overs and drunken dreams they had never been this wild. It was what sobered him enough when he woke in the lab to realize this wasn't right. This was too real. He was bruised but it wasn't as bad as it should be. His fight against Kreese had left worse physical bruises.  Because he refused to think of the emotional toll of leaving Robbie in that bastard's clutches. And sure he'd gotten a little drunk after spending a whole day at Miyagi Do, trying to not punch Danial La Russo too hard in practice. This level of delusional hang-over dream from that? Nah.

"What the hell happened to me?"

 A disembodied voice answered "I believe it would be considered prudent to mix less vodka and experiments next time sir. A case of foreseen consequence. Commencing data scan, but you appear uninjured."

Johnny nearly shit himself and spun into fighting stance looking for the person. "WTF!" Was Miguel pranking him with some kind of funniest home videos app?

“Sir?” Oh no

And this was when Jarvis discovered that despite looking like Stark, Mr. Stark was in fact no longer there. Instead one Johnny Lawrence's consciousness was residing.

.....

After repeatedly trying to explain the concept of reality shift to a man who didn't get it, nor seemed to want to as he had given up yelling at ghost man as he called JARVIS and was trying to exit the lab by forcefully karate kicking the door, JARVIS called the new Avengers.

These Avengers were having their own issue. Steve Rogers had awoken with a scream, rushed into the common area, through his own wall, an demanded the police. Where was his family? Why had he been kidnapped? Why was he...wait why was he buff and he'd just run through a wall?!

Steve Rogers had been replaced by one Daniel La Russo. .....

The situation seemed to improve slightly as JARVIS explained the predicament to Natasha,  thankfully still Natasha, aka Black Widow and co.

Strangely Johnny and Daniel had calmed and recognized the other over the video link JARVIS had used to contact Avenger HQ.  As if to them seeing the other their appearance had unchanged or was mirage, though the circumstances were wild.  And that recognition had allowed enough pause to give time to think.

"How do we get home?" "What do we do?"

The answers were grim and filled with unknowns. Something had to play out to reset their place in universe. There was no idea what to do but wait. Daniel thought to himself this was like some wild comic book plot his son was obsessed with. 

It was decided Johnny should come to Avenger HQ for safety. And that the less people that knew the better.

So Johnny was let out of the lab and directed to one of Stark's ‘Sweet’ as he called it cars to drive to HQ, while the Avengers scanned for prep or universe damage.

“What about tracking Rumlow?” Wanda asked Sam Wilson. Could it wait?

Not really, but they now had no coverage. They needed Steve as tactical. It was Nat and Sam's and Steve's goal to get Rumlow. Old Shield and Hydra reminder that he was, he was a personal enemy still posing a current dilemma.

But just then a scanner beeped. Something more dangerous and pressing had popped up. This was worse. This was when they really needed Steve.

Nat looked at the bad camera footage displayed. The Winter Soldier, aka Bucky Barnes was running through a market looking bewildered. His arm clearly on display. He'd stolen food and cash from a vendor and just ran? After being missing years, assumed personally well hidden, this display of himself made no sense.

Until... Daniel exclaimed "Oh my god Robby!"

[echoweaver]

"Thanks," Danial said. "We had so many plans we could never begin. I'll let you in on a secret, though. We froze some of her eggs when she was healthier, and I'm considering carrying her child. We always wanted kids, but it didn't seem like something we could take on while she was hospitalized. Maybe someday, her ghost will haunt us, and I could introduce our kid to their mom."

"Wow," Vickie said, internally shuddering at the thought of kids. "That's a lot of responsibility to take on. Don't go too fast, ok? Just be you for a while. You have time."

Danial offered her a crooked smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

"When you're ready, let's hit the the club sometime. You're a great dancer."

[cz2diana]

Welcome back. So...for this post, something is like gone viral in our home country, Malaysia. Some said there are rumors, but some said things happened. Plus, our boss said that "something" knocks the doors of household at either day or night. So yeah, we somehow imagined the types of supernatural mobs available in Malaysia, which our elders sometimes would creep us during our childhood years. Danial, on the other hand, can get super terrified to them (although they're just in fantasy). Enjoy! NOTE! 1. Don't answer the door if it's knocked 7 times in a row. 2. Especially if you're religious, recite any verses or prayers you need in order to become less terrified. #7Knocks #SupernaturalMobs #Ghosts #Pocong #Pontianak #Vampire #Penanggal #Toyol #JiangShi #StopCOVID19 #BeBrave https://www.instagram.com/p/CIs8WGZJSf1/?igshid=1t1qpti1mjbgd

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

To be fair Danny either hadn't realized half of them were a dad yet or they absolutely refused to let this sassy ghost child say no to having a proper ghost parent. Not yo mention they weren't nearly as sleazy as Vlad. Like, Danny picked up Creep vibes the moment they met, even while being dazzled by the rich, powerful guy in front of him

you don’t need to validate why vlad shouldn’t be danny’s dad. the evidence is already there in their history. 

danny: hmm, would i rather have a billionaire hero as a father, who hasn’t tried to kill my dad, violently kidnapped me, stalked my mom, tried to torture and experiment on me, and who isn’t a complete fruit loop? or have a little bitch?

vlad: He dresses like a bat, Danial!

- Hestia

[tummyteeth]

“Can I stroke your shaft?”

Devil May Cry 5 fanfic (maybe spoiler??) Characters: Nico, V, (Nico x V??? Nicovita???????????) rating: Mature Warnings: mentions of phone sex, dumb euphemisms, no actual smut, how many bad names can you use for one phallic object Synopses: Nico and V talk about his stick AO3 link: here it be

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Nico extinguished the cigarette stub on the dashboard ashtray, her arms stretched high over her head, yawning, waiting. 

Nero had been on the phone with Kirye for over thirty minutes now, and he’d taken to hiding not-so-subtly behind the phone booth. Their conversation looked like it was about to get longer and a heck of a lot more private. 

Deciding she didn’t want front-row seats to her friend’s phone sex, Nico rolled out of the driver’s seat and sauntered down the single step to the seating area, where one emaciated goth languished on the worn leather couch. He looked like a marionette with no strings, all limbs and fabric strewn haphazardly into a pile of something resembling a person.

This was the first time she’d seen him sleep all week, his little chicken friend was nowhere to be found. Finally the mystery of where his demonic pets went when he was unconscious was finally solved: they were hiding in his mystifying tattoos, exactly like he said when she asked twenty days ago and then didn’t believe him!

She considered getting her notebook from the workstation and writing this science down, as daddy always told her to do, but that would mean stepping over the long legs and waking him, or worse: tripping face first into the pile of busted devil breakers Nero discarded on the floor all over the van.

The only other mystery she wanted to study, other than entire man himself, was his demonic cane.

It was caught between his slack knees, held in place by a subconscious pinky. The grooves and ridges on it begged to be touched, studied; she wanted to get a chip of it under the magnifying glass. Maybe dip it in a vat of vinegar, too, just to see how it reacts. And maybe stick it in some dead Empusa slime as a control experiment. 

His eyes were on her when she looked up, heavy with fatigue but sharp with accusation at being observed at his most vulnerable.

“Did I wake you?” 

“I wasn’t sleeping,” He lied, “Simply resting my eyes.”

“Sure... Hey so... You mind if I touch that?” She gestured to his crotch with elaborately painted nails, “The uhhh rod. Stick? The pole between yer legs right there?”

His eyebrows curved up, the glaze over his eyes began to clear. “Wuh?”

“Your club?” She tried again, not at all hiding the grin, “Or is it a knob?”  

V’s lips stretched in a tired smirk, he couldn't believe his hard-earned nap was being interrupted for this. “It’s a walking cane, Nico.” His spine popped as he shifted in the squeaky leather seat. 

It was a relief to drop all pretenses now that he decided they were on a first-name basis. “I knew that! Nero tells me you deliver the finishing blow on them demons, big and small, through that. Gotta be something special about it, right?” 

“Perhaps.” He yawned.

“Perhaps?” She grabbed a half-empty bottle of pop off the pizza station and dropped into the vacant spot next to him, drawing a long swig of it and then grimacing at the stale taste. “You don’t know how it works?” 

V shifted in his seat to allow her more room, as if his lithe body was taking up too much space. His gloved hand followed the familiar slope of the handle and gripped. “I wasn’t much aware of my surroundings when I came upon it, one day it was just… There.” He offered it to her handle-first. “If you’re that curious, here.” 

“Aww, you givin me consent to touch your wood?” she snort laughed at her own poorly veiled euphemism.  

The tired draw of his brows relaxed, his attempt at holding back a laugh descended into fighting a coughing fit. A swig of artificially flavored pop relieved the dryness in his throat enough for him to speak again, even if the flavor put the wrinkles back in his brow. “It’s not made of actual wood, sadly.” 

“Oh yeah? Then what’s it made of?” 

“I hardly know. Some kind of Metal.”

“Mind if i take a piece of it to put it under the microscope?” Her hand shot up in the air to defend the question before he even started to respond. “Just a teeensy bit! Nothin to compromise the hardness of the shaft!” She could see the hesitation in his eyes, but he wasn’t saying no. “For science!”

He sighed. “Is that what you call your road trip album?” He motioned with the bottle to the work-in-progress photo album under the empty pizza box.

“There’s actual science reports that go with it, i’m just not done with those yet!” Nico huffed, mock-offended. “Keep questioning my integrity as a researcher and the report on you will be nothing but dick jokes!”

“You’d think with a name like V you’d be associating me with jokes of another kind.” His eyes twinkled at her scandalized silence, as if she hadn’t considered it until now. “You’re writing a report on me?”

“Yeah, I’m writing a report for everyone, and you’re a fascinating guy, V.”

The liquid at the bottom of the bottle sloshed with a flick of his wrist. Words escaped him for the longest moment. “Do you have anything stronger than this?” 

Nico clucked her tongue and resumed her experiments on the cane, aiming it like a gun to see if anything shoots out. “You think I’d be drinking this piss water if i had a jack danials?”

A lull in the conversation draped over them like a silky veil, the silence of the night a pleasant respite from the constant howling of tormented demon souls. “The bottles all broke while you did cartwheels with the van, didn’t they?” His focus was on the broken karaoke machine but her flustered indignation was practically telepathic. “Where is Nero?”

“Jackin’ off to phone sex with his girlfriend.” She rubbed a back and forth motion on the stiff length in her hands, the disapproving look she received in return made her snap back to scientist mode.

If V was confused about the logistics of sex over the phone, he didn’t show it. He watched the curious artisan scratch and flick at the cane, she set it on the floor, looked at it this way and that, even licked it when she thought he wasn’t looking.

It was still nothing but a simple walking cane.

Her hand landed on his arm and rolled it over to inspect the sprawl of tattoos. “The grain and the tattoo have the same pattern.” her mumbled discoveries seemed more to herself than the audience. “Maybe they work like an extension of each other...?” There were more words coming out of her mouth, all intangible and complicated.

The temporary safety of companionship was sucking him back into the worn leather, V found himself sinking into the bolted-down couch with a pleasant warmth against his arm and a comforting voice explaining to him the intricate details of a cursed inanimate object.

Nico turned to him when he didn’t answer a question, the man breathed deep and slow into his own cleavage with a ghost of a smirk on his face. With an impish smile, she reached over to her camera to snap a rare picture of a sleeping V. 

She scribbled on it with white marker and slipped it into the album with the rest.

“Fell asleep with his rod in my hands!”

[tcndrcssc-archivedmoved]

For a second, Cass considered not giving Daniel the chocolates, afraid that he was... forcing something. Even so, he reached into his bag to pull out a delicate bag, covered in hearts and tied with a ribbon. The chocolates inside were ghost shaped with various expressions piped onto their faces, the product of many sleepless hours the night before. Cass carefully set the bag between them. "I don't know if you'll like them, but... Happy Valentine's Day, Daniel."

“Oh...” Danial said lamely as he takes the bag carefully. He opens it slowly, and takes one of the many ghosts inside to marvel at it. It was so cute, and so very Cass. It made something stir inside of him that for once had nothing to do with Eagan. Biting on the inside of his lip before deciding to show his own little surprise.

“Urgh... this might be.. well I know you’ll like them.” Daniel said as he dug through his his messenger bag to pulls out a brown paper bag. Taking out each candle carefully. All a deep red, and shaped to look like a skull, a anatomically correct heart, a brain, and a skeletal hand. They weren’t big, but they sure were a pain to make.

“I know you said you liked this scent before so... yeah. They aren’t nearly as cool as your gift though.”