#Ghostly puberty

[nelkcats]

Ghost Fangs

After so much time changing between forms, Danny thought that he would no longer have external changes. His human and ghost forms were a bit more combined than when he was a teenager but it wasn't as much of a problem for him now that ghosts weren't actively trying to wipe out humanity and his parents had more or less accepted him.

The problem was when he started his internship at Wayne Enterprises and his teeth started to hurt. He didn't pay much attention to it at first since maybe he should visit Frostbite or some normal dentist. Cavities were pretty common when you ate fast food growing up.

The problem was when three days after the pain started, one of his teeth fell out. That didn't make much sense since the halfa had shed his baby teeth long time ago, and those were supposed to be "permanent".

He decided not to smile and continue working, avoiding anyone that could notice the change but the hole in his teeth was obvious when he looked in the mirror. Then another tooth fell, and he felt his gums itch. Something was beginning to grow.

That was how Danny started changing his teeth into ghost fangs at the worst possible time. Worst of all, he was sure he was growing a third, maybe fourth row of fangs, and fuck how was he going to hide it from his bosses?

He couldn't pretend that he was mute! What if a tooth fell out during work and someone found it? It was a nightmare!

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Ghostly Changes

ectoberhaunt2023 day 19- claws/horns TW- none summary- Danny's ghost form is changing

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After the accident, Danny had been relieved that he still looked mainly like himself. He could pretend that he was just a kid with ghost powers. Sure maybe he had kind of died, but he was still alive. He still looked normal.

And then Undergrowth had happened, and his core started to mature, things had started to change.

It had started small. When he was in ghost form his skin began to get paler. He hadn’t noticed anything at first, not until Sam pointed it out.

After that, he’d tried to be more observant. He was not only getting paler, but his skin was taking on a slightly blue color. 

And then his human form had begun to look pale as well. Mr. Lancer had given him a strange look one day and told him he should spend more time in the sun.

The fangs at come next, and Danny had to be careful not to open his mouth to wide or people would see. Not that people were really looking at him these days. Most of the time, Danny noticed that if someone glanced at him, they’d quickly look away. Even Dash was avoiding him.

And what was worse was that even Sam and Tucker never looked him in the eyes anymore.

He’d ask them what was up, and they’d answered that looking at him was unsettling. That it made their skin crawl and activated their flight reflex.

Danny stood in his ghost form in front of his mirror at home. He tilted his head side to side, reached up to feel his ears. They were slightly pointed now. His freckles were slightly green and if Danny looked closely they resembled the current position of the stars. He ran his hands through his hair which had begun to float on its own, not fiery but like he was underwater or in space. He felt along his head till he came to the two points that had begun to grow. He frowned and thought of Nocturne who had horns growing from their head. He examined his fingers which had begun to grow longer and end in sharp claws. 

He steeled himself and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were still green, but they swirled like the portal and his irises had grown to cover nearly all of his sclera. His pupil looked darker than black and made Danny think of black holes.

Danny transformed into his human form. This one was at least mostly normal, if you ignored the paleness, fangs, and the strange quality his eyes had. They didn’t look different, but according to his friends, looking into his eyes made them think of a powerful predator.

What was happening to him?

Did ghost’s have their own sort of puberty?

Frostbite had said his core was maturing. Was that what was affecting his appearance? But a lot of the ghost’s he had met still looked mostly human. Why was he changing?

He turned away from the mirror. It didn’t matter. He had too many other things to think about. He had a test he hadn't studied for and a project he hadn’t started. And with his luck they would probably be a ghost attack.

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Danny had gone back to ask Frostbite what was happening, and the ghost yeti had confirmed that his core maturing was what was causing the changes. 

“But why is it causing these changes? There are plenty of ghosts that still look human?”

“It depends on the ghost’s core and on the level of energy they have. Halfa’s have always been powerful, and you were made in the birth of a permanent portal.”

“So?”

“That means that you will be very powerful one day. Your form is changing to reflect that. You have met Noctorn the Dreamer and Undergrowth Guardian of the Green, their forms changed to reflect their cores and energy levels. The same is happening to you.”

“But I don't want to change.”

Frostbite had given him such a sad look then. “To fight the design Fate has woven for us always leads to disastrous results.”

“But I changed the future. I stopped Dan.”

“That was another timeline, the Great One. And you had the help of Clockwork Guardian of the Will Be.” Frostbite set a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “But worry not, Great One, these changes are merely of appearance. Who you are will not change.”

Danny had left after that.

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One year later

Danny’s human form hadn’t changed much more besides the fact that not even his friends would look at him directly anymore. But his Phantom form… 

His ghost form had stretched to a height of three meters, his arms and legs were long and his feet and hands ended in claws. His skin was skin tinged blue and several patches were covered in hoarfrost. His eyes were completely green except for the black holes of his pupils, and his green freckles still reflected the position of the stars. His hair was longer and floated unencumbered by gravity. His mouth was full of teeth and his face looked sunken with his cheeks covered in an ever shifting pattern of frost. And from his head grew antlers covered in hoarfrost. They were big, extending two feet above his head and two feet to either side of him.

And above his head floated a crown made of ice and the aurora borealis.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #25

New Year, New Me?

Imagine dis…

We all know that when Danny died, he changed. From his black hair and blue-eyed kid to a white-haired and green-eyed ghost kid. We also know that ghosts were once humans just misunderstood, had unfinished business, or were just out for the injustice they have faced in the face of death.

But what if Danny is just a baby ghost in every sense and now, he is getting more powerful and more tuned in with his ghostly side that he began to change?

…

Danny knew that there was something wrong with him, not just the fact that he had died and came back alive and well that’s a whole other story. The fact that there is something wrong with his ghostly side, that to the point it began affecting his human side. His jaw began to ache and when he looked into the mirror he saw some of his teeth beginning to sharpen like a canine would, his hair looked like it wasn’t held by gravity as his parents had chalked it up with him using a different type of conditioner to make it more fluffy, his skin began having these weird spams in the middle of the day as well his uncanny need to stay in a cold room Mr. Lancer swore 10 book titles under his breath when he saw him taking a nap inside the cafeteria fridge.

But the worst of it came when he fought Skulker, it was another normal Thursday for the Halfa but as he was fighting off Skulker who was already spewing out his usual rant about mounting his pelt he saw another figure. Behind Skulker is another figure that looked like him more shadowy yet bloodied, covered in rusty metal that he swore he heard it creaking as if two metals were grinding to each other, with each move that Skulker made. Seeing he was distracted Skulker made a lucky hit to him as if he was back in his first year as a ghost. Danny shook his head and immediately souped the ghost and tried to forget the more horrific and unsettling version of Shulker.

Danny tried to hide it but when his friends and sister began noticing his changes, they made him visit the Far Frozen.

Frostbite was confused and worried at his changes and explained to Danny in great detail that what he was going through was a ghostly equivalent to puberty.

Since he had recently died his ghostly side had registered him being a baby despite being in his teens in his human. Normally ghost children would not transition after 5 centuries as they have not only been deemed absorbed enough ectoplasm but also have been mature enough a good example would be Box Lunch who was barely 146 years old while Youngblood was nearing his transition.

Frostbite offered a conclusion that it may be a fact that he slept on top of the active portal which leaks massive ectoplasm radiation and when he fought off ghosts who are centuries older and more experienced than him made his ghostly side mature faster, like how children were forced to mature faster when incompetent parents are around. Now that he has not only become more attuned or in one with his ghostly side, but his ghostly side is also slowly forming his eldritch abomination kinda like human symptoms of puberty like broadening of shoulder, pitch voice…etc, Frostbite explained.

Danny asked about his sight when Skulker visited him as well he felt that time. Danny was still distraught when he went home but when he had the time to process what he saw, instead of feeling scared or deep panic at what he saw instead felt a deep relief at the image.

Frostbite told Danny since he is transitioning to becoming a young adult, what he is seeing is the true form of ghosts.

The citizens of the Infinite Realms are naturally terrifying, gruesome, ghastly, ghoulish…etc for years there had been no problem with their appearance but when the first Ancients went to visit a mortal plane for an official Realm duty, they were horrified to see that not only humans scream with pure unaltered fear but also went brain dead the moment they laid their eyes on the said Ancients as their minds cannot comprehend the sheer true form of the said Ancients. As the said Ancients felt guilty for what they had caused the humans went in a vegetable state and began practicing into shifting into a more humane form, something more modest as to when they visit another mortal world in case of another duty. As the practice was only practiced in a small island that the Ancients ruled it soon spread out to the entire Realms. It spread so far that even other Ancients began copying it and it didn’t take too long for it to become a norm.

So when the Fenton portal as well as Vlad’s portal opened it became instinctive for the ghosts to pass through to where their more “humane” side and only show their real appearance in their haunt or when they have a mate or to their respective fight mates.

Frostbite gave him something for the pain and offered to help Danny with his transition, which Danny gratefully thanked the yeti and flew off.

Since then he slowly yet surely became accustomed to the changes to himself as he felt more him. His friends and sister tried to hide it from the Fenton couple despite being oblivious that they would surely notice the changes. Fake teeth and make-up did their thing as Sam may not enjoy the pinkish/feminine side of her make-up collection courtesy of her parents but sure damn well those foundations are of good quality.

His ghostly companions that came for their weekly brawl began noticing the large shadow behind their local halfa, some were horrified as they thought they were fighting a baby all this time and were just in their transition but others had congratulated Danny for basically growing up. Maturing? Transitioning? They don’t know the right word but hell yeah they are proud.

Add to the fact that he just became the Ghost King, which means that his ghostly side will be more horrific, gory, and ghastly than a usual ghost as their real form reflects their strength.

…

Danny didn’t know but for some reason, Amnity’s CPS launched an investigation into the Fenton couple. Had found out that having a house? Structure? Home? Full of weapons is not a viable home for a teenage boy like himself and was promptly removed from their custody and the premises. Of course, the Fenton couple tried to fight off the verdict, heck even Vlad tried to help the two for the sake of Maddie and even tried to have Danny placed with him.

In the end, Danny is relocated to a far place away from his parents as well as his godfather one of the CPS workers pointed out that Danny has bruises every time, he visits Vlad which puts him under the scrutiny of a different kind of investigation as well.

Jazz was considered out of the hostile environment as she had just moved from their home to her dorm and had just been given a protection order that said that her parents including Vlad were to stay away from her as well as have no contact with the said individuals as it may affect the proceedings.

Danny bounced from one foster to another up until he ended up with the foster parent who had the greatest record, Bruce Wayne himself.

At first, Danny tries every trick he can think of in the book to be removed as well as isolating himself within his room in the manor to be transferred as the moment he went ghost to look at his surroundings and saw the secret basement as well the Wayne family being the glorified furry brigade he wants out! He is not sharing a roof with a fruit loop thank you very much, but as the days went by he began getting used to the Waynes and thought that he may have grown to the Waynes.

Though how come Duke smiled too tight whenever he saw him?

…

Duke knew there was something wrong with the new kid. Don’t get him wrong black hair, and blue eyes alongside a so, so situation with his parents made him the prime adoption bait for the family. They were just waiting for him to discover the cave on his own to be officially introduced to the family. But there is something so wrong with Danny.

Sure, his diet tends to have his meat lean more on the medium rare side or even to the bloody side, and chalked it up to growing up not learning how to properly cook and brushing it off.

Sure he is too quiet to the point he is scaring and surprising highly trained vigilantes which has multiple people being trained by the best in the world.

Sure he tends to go to places which is cold, too cold for his liking, Alfred nearly had a heart attack seeing Danny sleeping in the large freezer which contained the meat and other perishable items that needed to be frozen to preserve.

But the biggest thing that made Duke uneasy was the shadow looming over Danny. It was huge to the point it reached the manor ceilings. Its very green toxic eyes seemed to lock on him every time he entered the room. Duke accidentally made eye contact when he is hanging out with Dick, Tim, and Danny. It practically swallowed him whole with the way it looked at him, it made all of his hair straighten up. Dick who noticed him froze up and asked him what was wrong, he excised himself and ran to the farthest corner of the manor and proceeded to throw up his lunch due to the unspeakable things that things showed to him.

(In reality, Danny’s ghostly side is trying to show Duke what would he do to his enemies as well as to whomever harmed them)

Duke is now contemplating what to tell the rest of the Batclan how Danny is cursed. Haunted? and have them call Zatanna or Constantine to get rid of whatever it is.

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: As you can see I cannot write horror to save my life so please pardon me, I tried my best…:-P

[danny-and-hisshadow]

Something I like about Danny phantom is that we as the audience see ghostly colors but the people of that world,aside from ghosts, see something totally different, one episode had Jack Fenton greet a ghost,we the audience saw ghostly colors, Jack didn't see the glow,he just thought the guy was really pale, jack might be oblivious. I like the think of the visuals the cartoon shows us as an unreliable, that when ghosts show up and the background changes color around Danny it's to show kids that "the change in colors mean a ghost is nearby, take notice".

Again,we the audience see what the cartoon shows us, the background changes color,the ghosts are colored differently than what the characters in the show are vs what we the audience sees, so technically all these ghostly animals from maternal instincts are white blueish, butch / Nickelodeon probably thought kids wouldn't get that so they went heavy handed on colors for ghosts,'see,we colored the ghosts green so you know that they are ghosts and not alive'

A lot of fanfiction has crossover fanfiction where insert character sees a green glowing animal or a green person who glows, and a glowing meta?

I'd love if a person in the media of your choice sees this

Instead of this

Don't get me wrong,I love Danny phantom crossover fanfiction,but I'd be happy if a character saw a pure white animal just thought it was a albino or something, put some more mystery into things.

Like,Danny glows softly in broad daylight and is said to be pale,it's more obvious at night.

If Danny followed the shows color coding his hair would be green instead of white,just like the ghost animals,lol

(a popular trope people like to put in their fics is Danny being more ghost colored with pointy ears and sharp claws, ghost puberty,lol)

[lnf3stissumam]

favorite danny phantom headcanons i've seen in fanart/fanfics

Danny's ghostly wail is more of a scream/actual wail rather than that 'oooooo' thing from the show

his ghostly wail is the same scream he made when he died

any ghost can use the ghostly wail but must go through immeasurable grief to access it

Lichtenburg Figures everywhere (and visible in his human form)

the whole concept of "ghost puberty" where he develops more ghost-like traits (like getting greener skin and pointed ears and fangs and whatnot)

a ghost's core is related to how they die (and that Danny should totally have an electric core. imagine the angst)

Danny doesn't need to breathe (or at least not as much as humans do) and sometimes forgets to act like he's still alive

his Lichtenburg Figures glow green whenever he uses a lot of his powers

[millylotus]

Written Together In The Stars, Before We Were Even Born

Betrothal AU

A long long time ago Time and Light met on the third hour of existence as they know it, and made a deal. They each wanted something from the other, the few sparks greed that Reality had. They could have traded these wants but they both know that the other would try and take the traded things back. So they decided to meet in the middle, Time for saw a few decades when two beings of their own would be the same age and most compatible and they both decided the two would be wed. That way neither would do anything to each other without the risk of endangering their kin. So Time now has infinite knowledge of the past and Light now has infinite knowledge of all future possibilities. Supereons into the future the time had come.

Duke and Danny wake up one morning, just turned 17, to find out they apparently have a fiance who they've never met or heard of before.

Gnomon shows up at Wayne manor during breakfast with the written contract to tell Duke about the betrothal. Duke, who hasn’t seen his bio-dad for almost a year now, is understandably suspicious. But after Gnomon thoroughly explains what’s going on and shows the very old contract, Duke can’t really deny it anymore.

Danny on the other hand was woken up by the contract falling on his head via Clockwork bullshit. His first reaction was to burst into Jazz’s room and scream about it, then Jazz called Sam and Tucker. They all went over the contract multiple times before they decided that Danny at least needed to find his betrothed.

The contract came with only a first name, with a home city written as well, just to make it a little easier for everyone

Danny’s the one who goes out to find Duke

The Batfam end up searching for Danny like the stalkers they are

It gets kinda ridiculous with all the things they find, [does anyone else know about the purple back gorillas Danny saved from extinction?] what with him being Vlad Masters’ godson and apparently almost died when he was fourteen

None of Danny’s pictures look right because of the whole ghostly thing, the ones with him younger are kinda visible if a bit blurry [Jazz & Danny being mildly liminal since birth is a little headcanon of mine]

BUt because they were before puberty and before he started taking testosterone [all i can hear is past pronunciation], those old pics look wildly different from what Danny looks like now

Duke decides to take a break and just go to his favorite bookstore/cafe, he mainly goes there for peace and quiet and to write his stories and poems

The Eclipse is a bookstore/library/lounge combo, with a warm tone dark academia jazz/painter aesthetic

The Eclipse is probs gonna become recurring now that I think about it [Add On: Just finished building it in the Sims this place is staying]

The three floors above ground are the library got little reading nooks, and study areas

The basement is the lounge area with a corner where the owners keep their own things/activities and drink bar on a wall

The owners are twins, Sarah and Edward Sulaiman, Sarah plays string instruments, jazz mainly, Edward paints people, still, and landscapes

It was midday but you wouldn’t be able to tell from the water heavy clouds and smog covering the Gotham sky like a blanket on top of a pillow fort.

A teenage boy walks the streets of Gotham, there’s nothing awfully unusual about that. He’s Filipino, average height a bit on the taller side, muscle hidden under his clothes loose with a visible silhouette. His fluffy black hair bounces with each step and his eyes, they’re a… wrong shade of blue, let's say that. His eyes scan the streets looking for someone he’d never seen before, never even heard of before this morning. He’d been doing so for hours now.

A heavy drop of rain hit the boy square on the top of his head, the boy recoiled into himself like a cat, clutching his wooden staff in surprise. He looks up to the sky, eyes wide as the sky seems to dump an ocean onto the earth.

The boy runs, looking up and down the street for cover, until he sees a store front with a covered porch. Ducking underneath the roof he stares out into the street where the pouring rain curtains everything.

Sighing, the boy turned to the door of the store, looking at the sign all it said was The Eclipse. The water drops from his body like he was never drenched.

Pushing the double door open a soft jingle sounded through the building, he looked around a checkout desk was to his right another kid behind the counter. The two stared at each other before the kid behind the counter set down their book.

“Welcome to The Eclipse bookstore and lounge, the lounge is in the basement, this floor is the bookstore, the two upper floors are a library. Need anything else?”

The boy shook his head, “Nah, I’m good.”

The kid nodded and went back to their book.

The boy decided to just go to the third floor, see what they had. The soft murmurs he could hear coming from the basement gave him enough reason to avoid all the people.

There weren’t many people on the upper floors, just more books and a couple lounge chairs. On the top floor he saw a curtain over an open entrance in the back.

Danny sighed in relief, a small cubby to relax in would be nice. Gliding over feet barely touching the ground as he mimed walking.

He moved aside the yellow curtain with his staff, and came face to face with another boy who had taken over the desk on the opposite wall.

The boy looked up from his papers and turned to Danny. The ghost was taken aback by how pretty the other boy was.

“Oh hey, you can sit here if you want,” The boy said, motioning to the small couch on the far wall.

Danny nodded, and went over to the couch, plopping down, his eyes glanced over to the other boy.

“So um, my names Danny by the way,”

Duke looked over to the cute boy on the couch. He’d come to The Eclipse to escape all the talk about his betrothed, it didn't hurt to talk to someone new, who might share a name with his fiance.

“I’m Duke, are you new to The Eclipse? I’ve never seen you around before.”

Danny nodded, “Just recently got to the city, I’m looking for a- a friend.”

Duke raised an eyebrow, “You don’t sound so sure about that.”

“Well I haven’t met them yet – Danny rubbed the back of his neck – All I got is a name.”

Danny blinked then looked at Duke with eyes wide, “You two actually have the same name.”

The two starred, and Duke got a sinking feeling that they were looking for each other.

Duke groaned, leaning back in his chair, “Daniel right?”

Danny nodded, still staring wide eyed, “Daniel Fenton-Phantom.”

He stood up walking over to Danny and sitting down next to him, the other pulled in his legs staring at Duke.

“Duke Thomas-Wayne,” He offered up his hand, Danny shook it.

“So we’re betrothed,” Danny said kinda breathless.

“Yeah, it seems so,” Duke said, looking to the ceiling.

They sat there, almost shoulder to shoulder.

“Twenty questions?” Danny asked.

Duke looked at him again, “Yeah sure why not.”

They chat for a bit, just talking getting to know each other

They get along swimmingly, and Duke says Danny could come with him to Wayne Manor latter to meet his family

Danny invites Duke to come over to Amity and met his sister and friends

The small room on top of The Eclipse, Bookstore and Lounge, has a few tall bookshelves, a couch on the far wall and a desk opposite to the entrance.

Today its giant bay window, by the couch, is being hit by heavy drops or rain, the room lit by a soft yellow light from a simple chandelier on the ceiling. A couple paintings made by one of the owners.

Blankets kept under the couch that had been pulled out and draped over the sleeping boy. Books pulled off the shelves and opened on the desk presented to the boy writing in his many notebooks and papers.

It was quiet with only white noise, it was nice, familiar even.

Two being too big to be perceived by the mortal mind, watched with fond emotions as their plans fell into perfect place.

Gnomon and Bruce end up going out to look for Duke at The Eclipse

I don’t know these two relationship but I’m getting reluctant co-parents with benefits, so ya know

Anyway they end up finding Duke, who’s fallen asleep

Danny had woken up at some point and moved Duke to the couch and gave him a blanket, Danny himself is on the floor asleep leaning on the couch

The dads coo over their boy a bit cause this is adorable

When Gnomon gets closer Danny’s ghost sense goes off and is immediately on his feet and guarding Duke, who’s starting to wake up

Bruce and Gnomon blinked at the teenage boy brandishing his staff at them, standing protectively in front of their son.

Bruce takes a tentative step forward, the boy immediately turns his staff to the man.

“Stay back,” He growled.

Gnomon raised an eyebrow, and Bruce frowned at the kid. But neither moved

Duke groaned, waking up slowly taking in the scene around him, before quickly sitting up, “B, Uba? What are you doing here?”

The boy looked between the fathers and their son.

“You know them?” He asked.

Duke stood up, “Yeah they’re my dads.”

Both men would deny that they preened from the title their child had given them.

“Oh – The boy’s face fell and he immediately pulled into himself, awkwardly shuffled to Duke’s side – Sorry about that Sirs.”

“No need to worry, your worry for Duke is understandable,” Bruce said, smiling softly.

Gnomon nodded, “But we must ask, who are you child?”

Duke and the boy shared a glance.

The boy stepped forward, reaching out a hand, “Daniel Fenton-Phantom, Duke’s betrothed.”

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3

[zoeykallus]

Master List/Stuff I Wrote Part 5

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THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - The Blessing

The Bad Batch HCs - Baby's Lullaby

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Bartender And The Clone

Imperial Bad Batch x Reader HCs - About Dating

Bad Batch/Rex Wolffe x Reader HCs - Comforting You

The Bad Batch /Rex /Cody x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Communal Showers

The Bad Batch /Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - A Ghostly Touch

The Bad Batch x Reader - The Submissive Kink

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - And Justice For All

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Cute Little Weakness

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Hero Of The Day

The Bad Batch x Teacher!Reader HCs - Teaching The Next Generation

The Bad Batch (x Fem!Reader) HCs - The Girlfriend (Brotherly Love And Bickering)

The Bad Batch HCs - The Uncle Batch

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Take Better Care Of Yourself

The Bad Batch/ Gregor x Reader HCs - The Overprotective Parent

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - True Affection

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Whose armor is this, anyway?

The Bad Batch/Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Teach Me

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 1 Of 2

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 2 Of 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Necessity

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Domination

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - When in self-doubt

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Sneaky And The Startled

The Bad Batch/Fives HCs x Reader - Outrageous And Thoughtless

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - I Loved Her First

The Bad Batch/Fives/Rex x Male!Reader HCs - What Is This Feeling?

The Bad Batch HCs - Puberty And Its Pitfalls

The Bad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs - Gentle Parenting

The Bad Batch/Howzer/Rex x Reader HCs - Make Up For Lost Time

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Shorts - Under The Armor

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

The Bad Batch x fem!reader HCs - The Husband

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs (Shorts) - Picture Perfect

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - Armor Kink

Tech

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Quirks, Insolence And Weak Knees

Tech/Howzer x 'Jedi'!Fem!Reader - Shortfic / Oneshot - The Misfits

Tech x Fem!Reader - The Lowest Low

Crosshair

Imperial!Crosshair x Medic!Fem!Reader One-shot - The Quiet Visitor

Crosshair x Fem!Reader Short One-shot - The Fatal Mistake

Crosshair x Jedi!Reader Oneshot - What Are You Afraid Of?

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - Chicken Legs

Crosshair My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 Chapter 3 – You Do Have A Heart

Hunter

Hunter x Reader Short One-shot - Your Skin

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - You Ease My Pain

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Skipping Stones

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - Introductions

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Wrecker

Wrecker x GN!Reader One-shot - Lean On Me

Imp!Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-shot - Steamy Encounter

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Delicious

Wrecker x Fem!Reader - Sunset On Pabu

Wrecker x GN Reader One-Shot - Tough Love

Echo

Echo x Fem!Reader Oneshot - The One I Love

Echo x Reader One - Shot - By Your Side

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

Echo x Male!Reader Fluff One-Shot - Culinary Affection

REX

Rex x Male!Reader One-shot - Close To You

Rex x GN!Reader One-Shot - I Knew I'd Find You Here

Maul

Maul x fem!Reader Oneshot - Bad Girl

Clones

Fives/Hunter/Crosshair/Tech/Rex/Echo x Reader HCs - Do Not Disturb

Wolffe / Crosshair x GN Reader One-shots (Drabbles) - You Are My Place Of Comfort

Crosshair/Hunter/Tech/Rex x Reader - The Masquerade

Rex/Cody/Howzer Drabbles/HCs - Culinary Romance

Hound x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Wrongfully Accused

Jedi Stuff

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-shot - Coming Home

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Things We Fight For

Other Star Wars Stuff

Gar Saxon - Spicy Headcanons

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

[manheeiim]

chapter ten: a night of change

-- a ghostly love masterlist

Rhonda and I were in the room that they kept all of the theater stuff in. We were only here to pick out something for homecoming. It was silent for a moment before a thought came to my mind. I don’t know why, but one of my intrusive thoughts won, and I just said it. 

“Can ghosts have sex?” I asked her. I looked over at her and she gave me a look.

“Yeah, we can. We’ve been going through puberty for decades. We have needs.” She told me. “We have a past. We all do.” Rhonda said. I cleared my throat awkwardly, “Wait, did you die a virgin, Lucia?” She then asked me.

“Yeah..” I said.

“Wow, I’m shocked, honestly.” Rhonda tells me.

“You know, you shouldn’t just assume things about people.” I said, looking over at her.

“Uh, hello.” We heard and I looked back and saw Wally who seemed to have just walked down the stairs. “I just wanted to come and check on you guys.” He told us. “How’s it going?” Wally asked.

“It’s going well.” I said. 

“You still want to go with me, right?” Wally asked me.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” I said and Wally just nodded with a smile before going upstairs.

I looked over at Rhonda for a moment before going back to browsing through the clothes, “Wait, you’re going to the prom with Wally?” She asked with a scoff.

“Yeah.” I simply responded, not looking at her.

“Wow.” Is all she said as she continued looking as well, smiling to herself.

<3

I slowly walked outside of the school to where Wally had asked me to meet. I was nervous, so fucking nervous. I never went to homecoming with anyone besides my friends before so this was definitely new to me. My hands were shaking from how nervous I was. When I walked outside, I saw a familiar golf cart driving over to me.

Wally stepped out of the golf cart and he took a box with him before walking over to me. “Your ride has arrived, m’lady.” Wally flirtatiously said.

“M’lady?” I repeated shyly with a giggle.

Wally smiled, “You look amazing.” He told me.

I smiled back, “Thank you.” I then looked at his outfit, “You do too.” I told him. 

“Thank you.” Wally said back. He then cleared his throat, “I have a gift for you.”

“Really?” I asked, shocked. Should I have gotten him something as well? 

He opened the box for me to see the corsage he obviously made himself. It was cute. I picked it up and got a closer look.

“57?” I asked about the number he had on the corsage. “Your football number, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, uh, shit.” Wally awkwardly said. “You hate this, don’t you?” He asked as he looked down.

“No, I love it.” I told him. “Thank you so much. Really.” I said.

He looked up and smiled at me, “It’s something we used to do back in the ‘80s.” He explained.

“I like it.” I responded.

“It was hard to find flowers so I had to, uh, use papers, as you can see.” Wally told me. “So, uh, stay away from an open flame.” He said, jokingly.

“Okay.” I smiled. “Cool. Now, come on.” He grabbed my hand and took me to the golf cart, letting me into the passenger side before he got on the drivers side and started driving us to the school gym where the dance was being held.

<3

The whole gymnasium was decorated to the max with balloons, signs, LED lights, and just anything you could think of everywhere along with food and drinks, a DJ. It was really nice. I had separated from Wally for a moment, looking to see if Chloe had come. I looked around for a bit but didn’t see her so I just gave up, going over to Wally.

“Punch?” He offered as he held out a cup for me. 

I nodded, smiling as I took it, “Thank you.” I told him. He and I clinked our plastic cups together before taking a sip.

The song then changed and Wally put his drink down on the table, taking mine from me and doing the same to it. “Wally, what-” I started, confused.

“Come on, let’s go dance.” He interrupted as he took my hand and let me away from the drinks.

He twirled me around before putting his hands on my hips, “I don’t really know how to do this.” I said as he started slow-dancing with me. 

“It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” He said and I watched what he did with his feet, doing my best to copy him as my hands rested on his shoulders.

“I’m doing it.” I said with a smile after I finally got the hang of it.

“You are.” He said back with a smile. “Told you it was easy.” He then said.

I smiled up at him, “You're the first person to ever ask me to homecoming.” I told him.

“I better be your last.” He said with a small smirk.

I playfully rolled my eyes, “Wally, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” I said, considering we were ghosts and none of the other ghosts here at the moment, wanted me like that.

Wally smiled, “Lucia.” He said and I looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. 

The music changed to a more upbeat song and Wally looked up, “Oh, shit.” He said excitedly. “Come on, let’s dance.” He said as he grabbed my hands and started moving them, shaking them and doing all types of stuff. Next thing I knew, he was moonwalking. It was funny. I did wonder what he was going to say before, but I figured I’d worry about that later.

<3

A little later, I stood off to the side with Charley as Wally continued to dance, now to some ‘80s song. How did he have the energy for all that? 

“I’ll admit. That guy is pretty fly.” Charley said as we both watched Wally.

I just laughed as I watched Wally doing the most random dances. Charley started dancing as well and I just looked at him, wow. I was glad they were having fun and well, I was too. 

“You should go dance with him.” I told Charley.

“I don’t know about that..” Charley said.

“Go!” I smiled as I pushed him away and towards Wally. Charley went over to Wally and Wally started yelling excitedly.

“Woooo! Let’s go, Charley!” He said as Charley started dancing.

Wally then glanced over at me with a wide smile and I smiled back as I just watched.

<3

After the dance, or more like after Wally and I were done with the dance, we went outside and lay next to one another on the grass, staring up at the sky as music faintly blared from inside. 

“I think tonight was the most fun I’ve had in my entire life.” I said before realizing, “Well not my life, but just.. my entire existence.” I told him.

Wally chuckled, “Same.” There were then a few moments of silence, “I was serious when I said that I don’t think that I’ve ever met anyone like you before.” He told me.

“Well, I was serious as well when I said I haven't either.” I responded.

“I know.” Wally said back, softly smiling to himself.

Suddenly, he stood up and I looked up at him. He held his hands out for me to take and so I did. He helped me up off of the ground and once I was standing, I fixed my dress a little.

“I had something to ask you about at the dance.” Wally told me. “But, I figured it would be better that I waited.” He said.

“Oh, well you can ask me.” I told him.

“Lucia…you’re the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever met.” He said. “I like you a lot, you know that, right?” Wally then asked and I nodded. “Lucia, can I kiss you?” He then finally asked.

“Yes, please.” I softly answered.

He then leaned down and softly kissed me. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he put his hands on the back of my neck. The kiss got a bit deeper, his nose pushed against mine as we kissed. We kissed for a while before pulling away, catching our breaths. 

“I like you so much, Wally.” I finally admitted.

“I know, I know.” He softly told me as he brushed through my hair with his fingers. “I do too.” He said.

Who would’ve thought that all of this would’ve happened on one singular night?

[stealingyourbones]

Danny has finished phantom puberty… his body has had changes both in size and in a more ghostly appearance… among all the things he got were: elven ears, weightless hair, skin darkening as well as bright freckles along with frost patterns covering it and the weirdest one is that his ghost tail looks like a starry sky... Danny believed that her changes were more physical than anything, until he fell in love…. He started by creating beautiful patterns of frost on any surface when he is in his human form… and in ghost form, he immediately formed his ghost tail, this creation like a smoke where he showed the most beautiful images of space….

Yea, Danny in love is like a peacock…

Oh this is adorable.

Danny initially very concerned and confused when it first happens (especially in human form when he goes to grab a box of cereal and the entire box is slowly covered in this beautiful sheen of ice)

It continues to grow the more he falls in love. If you stare into his eyes in ghost form for long enough you can see a beautiful galaxy faintly swirling around in his irises.

In his human form his nails ever so slightly become more pointed and his nails turn this beautiful ghostly green. They shine and sparkle when even the dimmest light hits it.

He looks truly etherial and wonderful as his very monochrome appearance starts to brighten as more and more colors come into play. He quite literally brightens up the more and more the deeper he falls in love

[satoshy12]

Ghost Puberty

As Danny had gotten to something called Ghost Puberty, from what he understood from Frostbite. FrostBite:"It would have radically changes on his Human and Ghostly bodies. It could be manners, personality and even your Body. I mean look at Plasmius and his changes."

Danny was interested what kind of changes he would get as his power started to fully develop, he just hoped he would not end like Vlad. At least stay with a human look just slightly messier Hair and Longer Fangs, his eyes had the biggest changes as his neon green eyes turned a bright, brilliant human green. And his control over Ice was now much higher the even before, but his skin while the same tone, seemed to be almost translucent in the light. And he had a Aura of pure coldness 🥶 like you have deep winter even in Summer.

Muscles had built up too under his clothes and even as human his skin had become more dense as had gained weight too he is almost 100kg/220 Pounds! Frostbite told him not just his skin had gone more dense but his muscles, organs and bones too. Tucker said it was like he had a weak form of Busoshoku Haki from that anime One Piece.

It was kind of Funny that Dash could not lift him up anymore. And Sam and Tucker told him his natural scent was all musk with a distinctly neutral, watery freshness.

But the ones that truly noticed his changes were Amity Park and the School.

The teacher were saying nothing as Danny started to get A+ in every test. As they noticed he did not even noticed his changes of notes. Lancer told the other teachers, it would be best to not say anything, it looked like he was gone from the start of his puberty and all is getting back to normal.

The School Girls were talking all the new physical and mental thins on him mean He is a VAMPIRE! I mean the Fentons would notice if he was a Ghost after all. And his tiny Fangs mean just that. And the ones that touched him know he was cold to touch

Dash and the other had stoped to Bully, Danny and his friends as they noticed the could barely move him and his touch alone hurted them. Dash had terrible bruises on the place Fenton grabed him, he could barely play Football and he does not want to know what would have happen if Fenton had pressed his arm.

The Fentons were not thinking fully and thought it was just a normal Fenton Puberty, I mean look at Jack he too is huge, So it is no problem that Danny had this growth spurt.

While it was true, Amity Park was still not sure what to think of his fast growth spurt even as he ended being around 6'6”/almost 2m in height as the years were going.

Edit:"Wrong prompt. Was not the crossover.

[ghostly-hitch-hiker]

Puberty Speedrun (pt 3)

Chapter 1: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (you are here!)

Synopsis: Danny wakes up a lot older than when he went to bed. Shenanigans ensue (eventually taking him all the way to Gotham).

After breakfast and a rather long, headache-inducing conversation with Tuck and Sam, Danny was standing in front of his bathroom sink, trying to work up the nerve to go ghost. They’d come up with no possible explanations for his Puberty Speedrun (as he had affectionately and derogatorily dubbed the situation – at Tucker’s encouragement) and everyone agreed his best bet was to question Clockwork or Frostbite in the Ghost Zone. Danny just had to go ghost.

The problem was, Danny really wasn't sure what his ghost form would look like. He hoped it would still look like his younger self. It would be easier to explain, in that there would be nothing to explain. Danny Fenton could disappear for a little while, and it would be fine as long as Danny Phantom didn’t. Also, you know, still young Danny Phantom would come with the added benefit of not dealing with whatever potential similarities there were between himself and Dan. It would be a win-win! 

Danny inhaled, and let the transformation overcome him on the exhale. Eyes squeezed shut and lungs deflated, Danny used his last breath to whisper, “Please be normal, fifteen-year-old Phantom.”

No such luck. Danny peeked beneath his eyelids to look in the mirror and practically collapsed in on himself with disappointment. 

His ghost form had also aged, and this time it was even easier to tell the differences between his aged up self and his alternate evil future. He must’ve been even older than he first thought. For one thing, Danny just looked tired. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if it really was palpable in his reflection, but Danny looked like a man far too used to a smaller body. The way he slumped in on himself did not have the same effect in this older form; this body or lack thereof did not want to diminish itself and disappear the way he had once been able to as a teenager. It was strangely pathetic. Danny straightened some and continued to stare. 

Who would’ve thought ghosts could get wrinkles? They weren’t obvious, but as he stared at his own ghostly visage, he had remembered seeing them in the mirror in his human form and disregarding them. It was a bit harder to miss them now. 

Danny had always expected that as his ghost form aged, he’d start looking more and more like Dan. His reflection was both comforting and distressing in its shattering of his expectations. Black sclera. Green irises. White hair, still not flaming, but wispier than usual. Worry lines etched into his forehead and around his eyes. Slight frown lines around his mouth. His jumpsuit was the same as it had always been: simple black and white with the stylized DP. Ears slightly pointed. He opened his mouth, and yup. Those were fangs. 

If he were prone to romantic thought, he could imagine how this version of him could survive in frescoes and statues for thousands of years. There was something chiseled and stony and worn in his face and his shoulders. If Danny had actually lived the years it looked like he had, he might have even been handsome. As he was, he looked out of place. Lost.

Danny grimaced and looked away from his reflection in favor of peeling on his left glove. The scar tissue on his palm was just as gnarled and vibrant as ever. Good to know that the physical reminders of his death stayed just as fresh, he supposed. With his mental inventory of his appearance complete, Danny pulled his glove back on. It was time to head into the Ghost Zone.

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And that’s the end of chapter 1 folks! The entirely of the first chapter is now on AO3, and chapter 2 is in the works. I’ll post chapter 2 updates on tumblr throughout the coming week, and the entirely of it will drop on AO3 next Sunday. Thank you for reading!

[mamamittens]

Dreams and Rebirth+18

Part 6/13 of Spooktober

@bookandyarndragon

OldGod!Marco/F!Reader (Chubby with long hair but otherwise unspecified, though reader is an adult, she's only said to have graduated. You decide if that's high school or college)

Warnings: Dubious consent, technically edging for literal years, dream sex, virgin sacrifice to an old god, monster fucking (he's only holding back from being full-Eldridge horror for your delicate mind), flame tentacles?, mind break I suppose, oviposition, breeding, fisting(briefly), breeding/pregnancy kink, and womb fucking. Oh and implied voyeurism but it's never really brought up.

Yeah. It's uh... a bit intense ya'll.

Edit: Got woozy on cold medicine and added more cause I wasn't happy with the lack of details during the sex scene. So it's now... much more detailed but otherwise identical. 11-25-23

Word Count: 5,174 6,359 (the only explanation I have is that it's waaaay easier to write long fics with smut than without, don't look at me like that damnit)

Ever since you were a young girl, you’d have these strange dreams.

A distant, crooning voice calling you to find them. Gentle brushes against your skin and a promise you could never quite make out in it’s entirety.

“—rebirth—back—mine”

For a while you saw a therapist at your mother’s insistence, but nothing could be done about them. Medication failed to do more than make you sleep walk—you once managed to walk all the way down your street before someone saw you and called the cops—and since they didn’t hurt you… well, what was there to be done, really? It’s just a voice.

Just a dream.

Flickers of light behind your eyelids and phantom sensations of feathers on your skin. The ghost of a thick incense in your nose.

When you hit puberty, your dreams became… interesting. More intense in a way that left you gasping for breath and your thighs damp.

Still just as ghostly as before. Just the barest brush of something between your thighs, curling against your clit. Lips on yours and the sensation of a tongue down your throat.

You kissed someone at a party when you were seventeen, drunk and half mad with the memory of a particularly enticing dream that morning, and realized it was… different than what you’d expected. Their lips, wet with cheap beer and fumbling, wasn’t as smooth. Their tongue nowhere near as long and curiously shaped.

The disappointment left you hollow and strangely sober as you left to go back home.

That night, you dreamed of rough, long fingers digging into your hips. Pricking your skin as something parted your walls and ground into your cervix. That voice still so distant furiously hissing in your ear. Your cunt ached, quivering around the phantom sensation with burning arousal.

You woke up in tears, trembling with your face pressed into the pillow. Ass up with your thighs shaking and drenched. Reaching down to alleviate the overwhelming arousal did little but make you whine. Fingers soaked as you roughly toyed with your cunt and clit. Nothing you did sent you over the edge, not even your best attempt at burying your hand in your cunt to meet that breathtaking size you swore you felt in your dream. You ended up stumbling into the shower at four in the morning, barely able to walk and feeling like you ran a marathon. Your room stinking of fruitless sex and humiliation.

Thankfully, you were able to clean up, wash your bedding, and air out your room before your parents could notice. But the experience scared you off of dating, even casually. If a drunk kiss did that, you didn’t want to know what something more serious would do. Assuming you could even get off.

Aside from your weirdly, sexually charged dreams, you did well for yourself. Graduating with honors and snagging a job that could be done anywhere. So, you travelled. Wanderlust distracting you from the more literal lust you experienced every night.

Your dreams seemingly guiding you to the coast, growing stronger and more real with every mile you travelled in a particular direction.

You never climaxed from your dreams, or out of it, but the proverbial blue balls was normal now. You feared reaching this strange destination somewhat. Concerned that when you arrived you’d finally dream clearly, seeing who was on the other end of your sexual torment only to discover disappointment. Whether that was the dreams stopping completely or that sexual relief you’ve been taunted with until now being pathetic… you weren’t sure.

But this tightrope couldn’t sustain itself. You felt your grip on reality faltering with every delay in your journey. That voice guiding you to move faster.

“Waited so long~ for—ed—mine.”

Until one day you arrived. Late autumn wind chilling your skin as you stopped to look out over the village.

Old with few modern amenities, clearly adopted very recently and only for the benefits rather than a desire to ‘catch up’ with the rest of the world. Aside from those concessions, the place looked like it hadn’t changed in a hundred years. The population small and aging with a thriving fishing industry. Sea-salt coating the pier and ships generously.

You knew this was where you were meant to be. Could feel a sort of… release in your chest and lower belly. The tension that made you snappy for the past three months easing enough to make you sigh.

Eager to see just what made this town so special, you booked a room in the local inn. The innkeeper a wizened old lady who sized you up curiously.

“And what brings a pretty young thing like you to a place like this? I’m afraid you won’t find that ‘city excitement’ here, girly.” She advised with a sharp gaze.

You smiled, shaking your head.

“Nothing like that… guess I’m just… passing through.” You mused.

If you had to guess at the source of your dreams, you would have assumed something more… illicit or sexual. An intense pleasure club ran by some determined, demented demon or something. Not a sleepy fishing village in the middle of fuck-all-nowhere.

“Hmm… well, curfew is at ten. Don’t be late.”

“Curfew?” You asked. “Something happening?”

The old woman scowled.

“… it’s about that time. A pretty young girl goes missing every decade or so. We’re due for another disappearance. Best to not linger and leave first thing in the morning, girly.” She whispered.

You frowned, feeling concerned. You supposed that something like that all the way out here wouldn’t garner attention like it does in other places.

Besides, you had a feeling that one night is all you need to find your answer.

“Alright. I guess I’ll just stay one night then. Thanks.” You mused, accepting a room key.

It wasn’t even noon though, so you opted to see what the town had to offer besides a stunning ocean view.

The shops were small, locally run, and a bit quaint. You browsed a few shops with cute dresses, selecting a sky blue dress with gold embroidery around your calves that fit like a glove alongside gold bracelets that chimed beautifully around your wrist. You had to wear leggings and a cardigan because of the biting chill, but otherwise it was a lovely purchase.

It felt right to wear them in town, your modern clothes sticking out a little too much—and with that ominous warning at the inn, you thought it was best to blend a little more.

Lunch was at a little café with the best stew you’d ever had, honestly. Homemade bread to die for and milk. Curiously, they offered pineapples on the side, but you’d never turned them down before.

All in all, your trip was pleasant, even if your dream problem was never solved.

“Excuse me, miss, would you like to purchase a charm? They bring good luck!” An older man asked. You turned, just on your way to the inn for dinner.

He ran a stand with racks of stones, shells, and wooden emblems on leather strings. Each one engraved with symbols. Most you recognizes. Plenty of crosses, pentagrams, and other pop culture symbols. But your eye caught something.

A strangely shaped blue pearl, like a shell, about the size of your thumb. A cross with a crescent shape draped over the middle filled with gold. It caught the light and shifted from a dark, ocean blue to a brilliant teal.

You could smell incense in your nose vividly and feel feathers brush your skin. A pleased purr vibrating in your ear.

“…how much is that one?” You asked faintly, pointing to the pearl. It was held with gold wire on a thin strip of leather. The man looked shocked, eyes wide as he looked at you as though making sure. He plucked it from the rack and held it out to you by the strap, never touching the pearl.

You lifted your palm and felt the weight settle. Warmth pressing into you as you smiled. You looked up to see the man smiling as well.

“Free! It’s free! But ah, it’s actually an heirloom. F-From my grandmother! Before you can take it, you should meet my grandfather. H-He’s in the church!” The man stuttered and you had the strangest feeling he was lying. But your head was spinning, that voice from your dreams encouraging you to follow.

Something inside you screaming to run.

“A-Ah, sure? Where is—” The man jolted, seemingly shocked.

“This way, l-let me—it’s this way, miss!” He grinned, gently grabbing your empty hand and pulling you to the church in the center of town. It was old and towered over most of the other buildings.

It was also empty.

“No service today?” You asked as you stepped in, the doors creaking shut behind you. You froze, something screaming that you were in danger for the briefest moment as the man turned towards you.

“No, but there’s a special service tonight. The priest will be pleased.” You looked past the pews and found the familiar symbol that matched your new necklace against the wall. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was a Christian church. But it wasn’t.

It definitely wasn’t.

The cross wasn’t draped with fabric to symbolize Christ—you think that’s what it would have meant at least—it was definitely deliberately not Christian. The stained glass behind it a blue bird on fire, and even without looking it up you knew that probably wasn’t a dominant symbol. Not of any branch you’d heard of, at least.

“W-What kind of church—” A rag pressed over your face, a heavy, chemical scent filling your nose. Voices blurred together as you struggled.

“—so many signs!”

“—told you to wait!”

“— can’t risk—it’s definitely her.”

You slept, for the first time you could remember, dreamlessly. No voices. No gentle touches. No burning, taunting, teasing arousal.

You woke up cold and dizzy.

You tried to sit up with a groan but couldn’t, your hands pinned down above you with a rattle of chains. You looked around in confusion, noting that you were slightly tilted back on something plush. What appeared to be a thick cloth beneath you. Your shoes and leggings gone, as well as your cardigan. Leaving only the blue sundress and your bracelets. Gold anklets clicking as you squirmed.

The room was dark and chill with a notable dampness. Illuminated by a large fire on a pedestal several feet behind you. Blue and gold cloth draped on the walls like banners with strange symbols with fire and birds commonly repeated. Behind them seemed to be cave walls, rough and natural formations poking out here and there. Lifting up your head, you could see a large group of robed figures setting offerings on a stone table. The surface you were resting on propping up your hips almost like a chair that had been tilted back.

You swallowed, mouth dry and numb.

“…what’s going on?” You rasped but was ignored. The robed figures fussing over the table one last time. Glancing down, you realized you were wearing the pearl too. Still weak and dizzy, your head fell back onto the cloth. You must have dozed off. Coming to when you felt pressure on your stomach. Indistinct chanting echoing in your ears rhythmically.

“—once again we gather here to offer you a sacrifice! Food and drink and a place to rest your sacred seed or burn yourself anew!” A deep voice intoned, the fire flickering violently. “Bless us with your presence and your gift, oh waking god of old! Keeper of the deep sleep and herald of new beginnings!”

The massive fire cut out, the room cast instantly into total darkness. You gasped, heart thundering in fear as a heavy wind swirled around you.

Then it started.

Small flickers of blue in the darkness around you, resonating with the pearl on your chest. Gold spots of light forming in the air as the man abruptly pulled away his hand, shuffling away into the dark.

Warm air blew over you as the fire burst to life, white hot. Snapping and popping violently before hues of blue and gold danced around the room. You shuddered, breathing heavily as you tipped back your head to look.

Towering over the kneeling figures, a man stood in the center of the fire. Gold fabric knotted around his waist and nothing else. But he… didn’t seem human somehow. He was breathtaking, truly, and made your cunt ache on sight. But his chiseled features and golden skin did little to convince you that he was a mortal man. His eyes… they were entirely a vivid sky blue. Liquid gold lined his eyes, smearing into the deep blue stain around his eyes. A stain that matched the arcane markings along his chest and thighs.

He grinned, teeth sharp and a pure white that made your heart flutter.

“Finally, you’ve come to me.” He purred softly, but his voice vibrated the air itself despite how quiet he was. “You’ve done well. You will be richly rewarded… stay if you must, and witness the coming of a new age. Interfere any further and I will carve out your entrails for the fire. Celebrate your coming spoils as I claim what’s mine.” He called, several of the figures shuffling backwards and leaving beyond your sight.

But the man didn’t look away from you once. Not even as he stepped off the raised platform, stalking towards you until he loomed above. Despite his inhuman features, he looked down at you kindly. Hands resting over your forearms and playing with the gold jewelry idly.

“… it’s you.” You finally breathed after a long moment. “It’s really you? After all this time?” you asked softly. The man smiled wide, eyes glowing like the fire behind him.

“Yes, I hope you’ve enjoyed my gifts.” He purred, gliding his hands down your arms, wide palms squeezing as he reached your shoulders. “I’m afraid after so long waiting, I couldn’t handle a longer courtship. Tonight is the night I claim all of you, inside and out. And you will be born anew, finally perfect and completely mine.” He sighed, stepping away to look at the table of fruits. He plucked up a pineapple bigger than your head and tore out a chunk of it with his teeth. Tossing away the leaves, he snacked on it as he returned to you, settling over your thick thighs as he gazed down.

“W-What does that mean—why me?” You couldn’t help but ask him. He grinned, chin damp with juice.

“You’ll see. Your soul and body has been promised to me for over a millennia. My perfect vessel, my precious mate.” He sighed, picking away a chunk and pressing it to your lips. “The chalice to hold the future. To give me back the past. Give yourself to me, that’s all I require. And I will satisfy every aching, longing desire you’ve ever had or will have.”

His body threw off heat like a furnace but he seemed strangely light on top of you. You opened your lips and swallowed the sweet fruit whole, his eyes narrowed with pleasure.

This whole situation was overwhelming. Every moment you looked into his fathomlessly deep eyes, you felt more lost than before. Uncapable of discerning threat and safety—only that they both lay in his arms, exactly where you wanted to be with a desperation that drove the breath from your lungs.

Somewhere deep inside you, you knew it was too late to turn back. As though, even if you tried to deny him, he’d wait for your acceptance. Feeding you by hand patiently, waiting for the burning ache in your cunt to overwhelm your senses.

If you said no now, you knew with absolute certainty you’d be screaming yes in your sleep.

“W-Who are you?” You asked faintly, unable to deny the inevitable any longer. He chuckled, voice carrying over the quiet.

“Oh, and ruin that pretty mind with all that I am? No, you will earn every syllable under my careful watch. Your sweet tongue isn’t capable of holding a fraction of my power yet—but you will.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours impossibly smooth and warm. “Take me. Accept your place beneath me, inside you… call out to me as well as your frail body can handle. Marco.”

“Marco.” You responded instantly, delight filling your lungs as his name—part of it at least—settled something inside you. And made your cunt throb with heat.

Marco grinned, lips stretched impossibly wide as his skin shifted. A loud cry vibrating the air as liquid fire pooled in his eyes. Dripping down onto you in bursts. You screamed, startled and afraid. Light burning even as you squeezed your eyes tight. Heat washing over you as several called out in alarm.

And over it all, Marco laughed. Lips pressed over yours as burning heat filled your lungs.

He was burning you alive.

And it hurt. It hurt like time spent too long in the sun, every inch of you on fire. Limbs twisting to get away but only being rewarded by the sound of your jewelry and chains clinking together. His hands, large and rough gripping your soft hips. But even as it hurt, you were aware that a part of you loved it.

The pain giving way like muscle aches in a warm bath. Your clit throbbing as you gasped, starting to arch into every new wave of fire that poured over you.

Slowly, it stopped. Marco pulled away, leaving you gasping and bare against his body save your jewelry. His expression pleased as he played with your chains.

You felt revitalized and so incredibly aroused. You tugged against the bindings, bracelets clattering noisily. Gazing up at him tearfully as he smiled. Almost patronizing.

“M-Marco!” You gasped, arching beneath him.

“Finally, your body is ready for my brood. Look at you, so sweet and gushing for me. Go on, open yourself for me. The time of waiting and teasing is over.” Marco purred, lifting your thick thighs over his bare waist. His gaze sweeping down your body like it was a feast. Fire pouring off of him in waves that brushed over your skin like silk feathers. Tickling your breasts and thighs as he lifted you up higher into his lap. “Your perfect body is going to be fit to bursting when I’m through with you.”

“Y-Yes! Marco~oooh please, I-I’ve waited so long, give it to me~!” You whined, body hot and wanting. You lifted your head with difficulty and saw his crotch was a patch of golden fire. A massive, thick, honey-colored cock rose out of the flames. So long it appeared slender despite clearly being wide enough you wouldn’t be able to wrap your hand around it. The flared, golden tip curling up into a soft scoop just above where his belly button should be.

It was as beautiful as it was inhuman, only befitting of Marco’s obvious lack of humanity, for all that he barely appeared to be a man. You moaned as he tipped his hips back and ground the underside against your cunt. Tip oozing faint gold liquid over your soft stomach as the weight sank into your skin. Flames pulsing around the base parting your lips and slipping inside like tendrils. Going deeper with every pass of his cock against your clit until they caressed your cervix. A whine slipping out at you felt the gentle latching so deep inside you.

Rather than be nervous like you should have been, you wrapped your legs around his back and moaned. You could feel the soft fire lick at your deepest opening, trying to go deeper still. Cervix aching under the gentle assault along with your sensitive walls. This should be agonizing. Impossibly painful. Would have been just hours ago, but now you were sure most of the ache was from wanting more.

“I still need to prepare your hungry cunt, mate. You’ll have to earn every inch of my cock to be bred.” Marco laughed as you wailed, feeling the fire pry open your cervix with a burst of heat. You cried, cunt clenching down on the thin tendrils of fire pushing open your walls as you came for the first time in your life, squirting violently onto his waiting cock. “Exactly like that. Go on, cry for me more. I can feel how much room you have inside you—and I’m taking every last inch as is my right.”

You sobbed, feeling your body be pushed intimately apart by more velvety fire, cock still thick and hot against your pussy and stomach. The pressure expanded until you could barely breath, every exhale a thin wail as you panted. Every seize of your body barely affecting the fire that spread you open for the impossible task ahead of you.

“A-Ah! Ah! Aahhn~! Please! Please! I-I need it! B-Breed me, please!” You trembled, gasping at the wet sounds as his cock rocked against you while his fire invaded well past the point of reason. Your cunt soaking wet under his thorough attention. Marco kissed your cheek with a smile, the smell of sex, fruit, and incense thick in your nose.

“Let me enjoy this, pretty. I’ve been aching to breed this cunt for so long~” Marco sighed, almost chastising you as a sliver of fire popped out of your cervix only to curl back inside. “You’re going to be so full—won’t even get to walk, not that you’ll need to. Your only purpose is to complete my cycle. Life. Rebirth. Carry my eggs in your sweet body to bring back what was taken from me so long ago. You’ll want for nothing but more of my brood and I’ll satisfy you for eternity… but since you’re so eager, I guess I can’t keep us all waiting for much longer.”

“E-Eggs?” You asked faintly before your breath was taken away with the fire dragging out against your walls. One last stretch as they unfurled inside you on the way out. Everything pulling free with a wet sucking sound and leaving you so empty you wept. Pacified only by the weight of his cock shifting, dragging heavily over your plush stomach. Tip gliding through the slick before popping into the opening of your cunt. Your head fell back as he pressed forward, a thin wail scrapping your throat as this deceptively slender cock breached you. The true thickness apparent as you throbbed around him and ached.

The hot intrusion was smooth, aided by the sheer amount of arousal that leaked from you. But the stretch was beyond your late night imagining. It felt like it was writhing against your walls, like the fire slipped in alongside his cock, slick aiding it’s advance deep into your cunt despite its breathtaking size. Slowly expanding further as he pressed searchingly for your cervix. His gentle movements obvious as the tip scrapped your walls for his real goal. The lack of warmth from his thighs foreboding for how much more you had left to go and why he needed to go so deep inside you.

The tip slipped against the small entrance. Trying to press deeper, thin tip catching as he worked so gently to invade you. To your dizzy horror, it seemed to be working. Catching just so after a few slips and prying your cervix open around the thick head. His eyes burning with satisfaction as he held you still, all his focus on going deeper. Slick arousal smearing along the tight entrance with every patient grind.

He never stopped looking at you like he was moments from eating you whole. Teeth gleaming in the dark as he grinned, panting through his open jaws. Licking his lips with a long, slender tongue as gold spit pooled from behind his teeth.

You gasped, sobbing as he rocked his hips into you, working himself deeper. Slowly, achingly so, he gained ground. His cock lubricating your opening with arousal in every pass, reducing the harsh grind and shuddering skid to a soft glide. Finally, he breached your cervix completely, head popping past the tight seal. He tugged his cock back and you whined, feeling your cervix pull with him it was so tight. You couldn’t tell just how thick he was, the sensation of being forced open making you breathless and weak beneath him.

And then he slipped in deeper, like he thought better of fighting to leave his hard earned place inside your cervix. Hands fixed on your waist in a bruising grip as his inhuman eyes never left yours. Unblinking and hungry for your reaction. Pleasure deep in his inhuman eyes as he ate up your willing sacrifice like it was his due. Like you were always meant to be under him like this and your overwhelmed cries were soft flutters against the inevitable.

You shook, unable to grasp how he was so deep inside you. Cock still somehow going deeper past your cervix. You had no idea your body could accommodate so much or if this was his doing as well. Molding you to his desire even if it meant bending the laws of reality. And then he let slip a pleased moan as his hips finally met yours. One hand letting go of your waist to press over your stomach, squeezing the soft folds as though wanting to grasp himself inside you. Despite your generous weight, it was clear he could feel his cock. Pressing down hard with a hoarse chuckle, the exact spot his cock dug into your walls evident to your sensitive body as it clenched. Squeezing the length in your cunt and throttling the last few inches that has breached your cervix.

Not that he seemed to mind.

“Perfect.” His features shifted away from what might have been a man into something more predatory. Almost avian as he pulled back, dragging a scream from you as his cock almost slipped free from your cervix, tip catching on your opening hard, only to slam back in. Purposefully grinding the hood of his cock along your cervix, spreading it open as you screamed before slamming in deep again. “So long I’ve waited for this. Now you’re here, taking everything I give you~ are you afraid of what you must do? Does my cock strike fear in your heart and soul?”

You panted, breasts bouncing with the rapid intake of air as he slowly teased his cock free only to hilt violently hard. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t be able to take this abuse. Body and mind screaming it just wasn’t possible.

But it was happening.

And you needed so much more than this.

“N-No! I-I’m not! Afraid~! M-More, I want more—Mmmarco~ Breed me, please~!” You wailed, mind and vision swimming as you swore his cock bulged. A weight pressing against your cunt. Thicker than his cock, like you were trying to shove a baseball inside. It lingered, grinding against your lips from within his cock. Eagerly trying to skip into your crowded cunt.

“Good. Do what you must to take this precious gift. Cry and scream—but you’ll take every last one as you were meant to.” The swell popped into your cunt and you screamed, back arching as Marco kept ahold of your waist and pressed down against his cock. That swelling noticeable as it travelled up his thrusting cock. Grinding against your walls as it was dragging back and forth. Slowly getting further inside you with every thrust. When it met your cervix, Marco hilted with a groan. Egg forced back down his cock harshly. Panting as his tongue rolled down his chin, long and pointed with drool. But the egg was stuck. Unable to go any further despite his gentle grinds. Only serving to pull thin moans from you as you tried to imagine the mass slipping in when it’s girth made your eyes water as it was.

He looked furious, gaze flicking back to you as though you were purposefully denying him. He removed his hand from your belly and stroked your damp cheek. Tongue curling back into his mouth as he swallowed hard. Like it’s inability to freely breach your inner core was the most cruel edging you could have done to him.

“W-What’s the matter? What’s keeping you from doing your duty?” Marco asked softly with a voice laced by violence. “If it’s someone else, they’re dead. Even if I have to rip myself free of your womb to tear out their heart. You have nothing else but this—ME. AND YOU WILL TAKE IT.” Your head throbbed with pain as your cunt ached, fresh arousal pouring out as you whined. The air was heavy with promise. You fluttered around him and he snarled despite the answering twitch of his cock against your walls.

“N-No one, there’s no one! I-I don’t know—Marco, kiss me.” You pleaded desperately, terrified that he would leave you aching and empty again. His impossible cock the closest you’ve ever felt to satisfaction. “I-I’m so empty, I want it, I swear~ oooh~!”

The anger and violence disappeared all at once, your vision clearing as the room became softer again. He looked more human than he did walking out of the fire. Expression gentle and almost doting in its condescension.

“Of course you don’t know, precious vessel. You weren’t meant to think, but feel. Relax, this is what you were made for.” Marco settled down over your further, pressing his chest against your body as it molded to his form. “My perfect breeding vessel, can you feel it? Right against your cervix? It’s our egg, aching to rest inside your walls. Safe and warm. It needs this, you both do. Don’t you feel the ache of its absence? That emptiness where it’s meant to be? Let it in. Let us in.” Marco soothed you, pressing his lips against yours, tongue sliding in deep as you whined. His body burning hot all around you as your world narrowed to him. Just him and his cock and the egg nudging inside your walls waiting to be laid within.

You trembled, the taste of his tongue overpowering your senses with heat and sweet pineapples. You relaxed beneath him despite the growing tension inside you, letting his solid weight press you into the thick fabric. His cock rocking into your cervix slowly. Grinding the firm egg ever closer into your cervix. Pressing that thick swell deeper and deeper as it nudged you apart. You whined on his tongue as it pried you open, sticking at the thickest part. You gasped, trembling and wailing as it held you so open. Your heart stuttering as you whined with ever weak gasp of air. He chuckled and teased you, rocking his cock perfectly in place as you shook, hyperventilating as your cervix was stretched open so wide.

With a firm shove of his hips, it suddenly popped through and your wail was muffled as it sank into your womb. Cunt quivering violently around him as you came. The egg settled thick and heavy, Marco panting victoriously against your open lips. His tongue withdrawing slowly despite your protesting whines. Your legs trembling and seizing around his waist restlessly as the heat washed over you.

“Marco~ mmnn~!” You whined as he started his steady rocking motion again. Another swell pressing against your cunt, though quite smaller than the first. It passed into you almost too easily, barely grinding and rolling against your walls as he moaned.

“I have soooo many eggs to give you~ Each one precious to me. And you’ll carry them all as long as it takes. Safe in my nest.” Marco purred, kissing your lips chastely despite literally fucking your cervix as another egg pressed into you, joining the one inside your pussy. The two popping into your womb quickly after it had been gapped by the first egg so thoroughly. You almost wished another one would come along just as big as the first, even if it would drive you mad to take another so soon after the first. Your muscles still twitching in the aftermath.

“H-How many?” You whispered. Marco chuckled.

“Thousands of precious eggs.” You gasped, shuddering as your started to climax. “I’ve lost soooo many, but they’re all coming back.”

“I-I don’t know if I can take that many~!” You shuddered, another one prying open your cervix as you throbbed, walls tightening at just the right time for it to grind into you. “T-They’re so big, Marco~ A-Ahhhn~ s-so-so-sooo big!” He kissed you, cutting your protests short.

“Eventually, precious. You’ll carry them all eventually.” Marco hummed, speeding up as several more eggs parted your walls. Fast enough to make you whine as they just kept coming. One by one they sank into you, settling and grinding together. Overstimulation threatening you with every pass of his bulging cock into your womb. Their sizes varied but never as large as the first. Something you’d appreciate more if you could think. But you couldn’t think.

Only feel.

And then one pressed against your cunt and you shuddered. A cold sensation crawling up your spine despite it not feeling any different from the others. Marco paused, abruptly pulling out, though almost not fast enough to prevent it from reaching your cervix. It sank into your cunt, rolling and a bit larger than a chicken egg. His weight off of you as he stared down at your bulging stomach, visibly swollen with his eggs after so many.

Marco snarled, baring his teeth as he sank his hand into your cunt, ignoring your startled scream. It wasn’t like his cock, but the shape of his hand was still startling after you had gotten used to the smooth intrusion. His fist pressing into your walls as he firmly grabbed the offending egg, knuckles rubbing against you. For a moment he teased you. Grinding his clenched fist, letting his knuckles abuse your walls as his cock and eggs had been moment ago. He chuckled for a moment as you whined. Then suddenly, his hand pulled free with a wet pop, presenting a pitch black egg that seemed to writhe.

“W-What’s wrong?” You asked, glad to not have that inside you but still confused as to why.

“A filthy traitor who thinks he can sneak into a new life.” Marco spat, throwing it hard into the fire that still burned. It landed with a wet smack and the fire roared up high. That now taken care of, Marco sighed, looking down at you sweetly. “You can take more, can’t you? The more you take now, the less you’ll have to carry next time.” He cooed, sinking back into your body. The tip of his cock pressing back into your cervix breathtakingly easy. Almost like you’re cunt needed to be gapped open, the ache subsiding like it was never there.

He didn’t wait for a response, another egg quick to slip into your cunt and settle in your womb with the others. He kissed your breasts, stroking your skin as more eggs settled inside you. Encouraging you to cum with weak gasps, squirting around his cock.

When he could no longer lay flat against you, your stomach bulging up like a late term pregnancy, he sighed. Almost pouting as he cradled your soft belly.

Warm hands stroking over the impossible swell, cock still hilted inside you, though every thrust disturbed the eggs now.

“M-Marco~” You moaned, thighs and cunt burning. His gaze snapped to you and he smiled. Carefully leaning over you to give you a long, lingering, deep kiss.

“Almost done, precious. Just need to give them life.” Marco purred, gently rocking into your body. The sound of fire popping and wet slaps of his hips against your filling the room as you moaned. “All that’s left is the seed.” He sighed, shuddering as he slammed into you, hilting with a groan.

You felt warmth pour into you, your swollen belly glowing a soft blue and gold as his cock pulsed, expanding just a little more. Thick cum pooling into your womb as you moaned. Clenching down one last time as you came with him. His lips damp and hot over your face and breasts.

When Marco’s cock stopped throbbing with waves of cum, he stayed like that. Plugging your cunt with his thick length. Staring down at you with gold tears in his eyes and a vulnerable smile.

Gently, he pulled free from your cervix, mindful of how full you were. A wet splash of mixed cum pouring out as he withdrew entirely.

You were crying, limbs shaking as you struggled to breath with the weight of your pregnant belly. Lovingly, he wiped away your tears and slipped off the table. Pulling you into his arms, keeping your hips raised as he carried you to the fire. He placed you in the center, the flames raising up to obscure everything but him.

It felt like being enveloped in soft blankets, fresh from the dryer. A balm on your aching body as he laid you on your side. You jerked, moaning as tendrils slipped between your thighs and inside you. Stroking the slick walls of your cunt and pressing into your overwhelmed cervix. Forming a thick plug that moved with every weak pant. Stimulating you achingly slow. Like it was intending to edge you for as long as he wanted you wanting.

Marco stroked your hair.

“Just in case. The fire will keep you safe and warm. And if they need to be laid, it’ll be easier with you loose.” He informed you gently, kissing your forehead. “Rest, precious. You’ll need your strength to lay them.”

You trembled weakly at the realization that you’d have to pass them all one day. And they’d likely be even bigger.

But it wasn’t from fear that you trembled.

You lifted your head for a kiss and Marco obliged with an indulgent smile.

You couldn’t wait to lay them all and do it again.

[cynthiaandsamus]

Just gonna dump some musings about my very very old edgy teenager Danny Phantom OC to document him for no one really but myself.

David Masters, recently adopted son of Vlad Masters transfers into Danny's school with a Future Trunks-ass haircut and fashion sense that screams that he thinks the early 2000s Celtic Cross emo girl is the greatest thing ever. His ghost alter-ego is Shadow Specter, turning his hair black with red accents and curling both sides of his haircut into spiky C-shape with one side flipping up and the other side flipping in the same direction like a lopsided super saiyan and a sort of half-cape that ends around his upper back. Despite being Vlad's adopted son the two don't like each other very much, David being a hollow replacement for Danny and he knows it, making for a strained relationship to say the least despite him generally doing what Vlad tells him to.

Power-wise he's basically a midpoint between Danny and Vlad, basically given a few months of intensive beatings labeled as training by Vlad, the 'showing the ropes' he offered Danny on their first meeting allowed him to get the hang of his powers a lot faster than Danny but he lacks the practical experience and versatility Danny has and has a penchant for getting easily angered and frustrated during fights as opposed to Danny's dry quipping. His signature ability is the power to manifest an ectoplasm sword similar to Fright Knight's but designed by an emo teenager with curves bent into a gentle S shape and similarly curved handles that make it look flame-like despite being solid. His first encounter with Danny goes pretty well and he's able to outmatch him at every step but gets absolutely bodied by the Ghostly Wail which ends the fight in a draw since David flees and Danny is too exhausted to give chase. David essentially flies straight to Vlad and is like "Why the FUCK didn't you tell me he could do that!?" and Vlad's very petty about it saying that Shadow Specter is supposed to be better than Danny in every way and doesn't need the handicap of a full briefing which basically puts some serious tension in their relationship right off the bat.

Throughout various skirmishes Danny slowly catches on to his tricks and is able to exploit his emotional vulnerabilities, though brief flashes show Shadow Specter's eyes glowing red when he becomes really angry, leading to a rage mode that makes him a good deal stronger at the cost of what scant rationality he has, even increasing the size of his muscles and ectoplasm blasts when he really gets going. David knows he's only a placeholder until Vlad can either convert Danny or perfect his cloning technology and his frustration, ruthlessness and instability grows. He hasn't had the time to mature or the support network Danny has and despite being technically stronger he's always just coming up short. This frustration peaks during one of his encounters with Danny after Danny's figured out how to use his ice powers to create makeshift weapons to block his sword and he goes absolutely ballistic eyes turning red as he slashes his sword and ends up ripping a hole to the Ghost Zone, sucking him and Danny inside.

Exhausted from the fight, the two realize they have no idea what part of the ghost zone their in or how to get back to either of the two portals they know of. During this David de-ghosts and lets Danny see he's been one of his classmates all along, not someone he really had any meaningful interactions with but it helps hit home that he's a kid just like him. With some time to reflect, Danny tells David that his voice changed recently and that's why he can use the Ghostly Wail. He says there's been a lot of changes going on with both of them lately (simultaneously solidifying the ghost/puberty metaphor) and that eventually these changes will stop and they'll get used to them, but that doesn't mean that how they handle them doesn't matter. He's noticed his own powers growing in a direction Vlad or his future self could never have predicted because he lived through the pain and angst of being a teenager, and how David's have been growing in response to his anger in frustration, making him feel good and strong when he's angry and vengeful. Danny says he doesn't want to be someone like Vlad, someone buried in revenge and obsession, he doesn't want to live in somewhere like the Ghost Zone, a literal dimension of grudges and regrets, and he doesn't think David should either. He reaches a hand out to David and offers to help him break away from Vlad and his anger so they can both work through these changes together.

David stares at Danny's hand in the silence of the Ghost Zone for what seems like forever, transforming into Shadow Specter one more time and slashing at Danny, coming inches from his neck and ripping open another hole back into the real world. Fleeing from the blow, Danny escapes back to his hometown and looks back to see Shadow Specter standing on the other side of the closing rift in the Ghost Zone with tears in his eyes, believing he's too far gone and resigning himself to the realm of grudges and regrets he's created.

[darkysilverwing]

Danny Phantom Reincarnation AU Idea

Basically what happens when someone dies? They become a ghost. So what happens when a ghost dies? I wanna say they become human again via reincarnation. So what happens when something that’s half ghost half human dies? I’d say the human half becomes a ghost, and the ghost half becomes human.

So cue Danny, they’ve got maybe 20 more years on their belt since we last saw them, still fighting ghosts. Until one fateful day they get stabbed with an anti ghost knife, seemingly dying at the hands of one of his foes, only for his ghost half to be reborn as a little baby with his human half having been turned into a ghost that follows this little human around. They can’t do much but they can help out a little in their weird limbo state.

This goes on for years until the first day of high school, this kid is super stressed out, body going through puberty, everything’s changing, and they accidentally go ghost. Suddenly this weak, pathetic little kid ends up turning into a full grown man with superpowers with a separate personality rooming with them in their head. Hijinks ensue because danny not only has not talked to anyone in so many years but also is super rusty when it comes to their powers, and all the other methods used to separate a ghost half from a human half are apparently gone since it’s been more than a decade since danny last saw anyone who had any connection to ghosts.

Danny’s new human half meanwhile is absolutely leaking ghost energy everywhere, which both attracts normal ghosts but also effects nearby objects/people and turns them into ghostly portions of themselves that they have to fight yet neither the kid nor danny can figure out that they’re the problem.

[mahoutoons]

sonic frontiers thoughts

alright i just finished watching all the cutscenes of sonic frontiers and here are my unorganized thoughts.

non spoilery thoughts:

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spoilery thoughts

sonic and amy both sounds like they're going through puberty

sonic is so powerful if he can handle being thrown a great distance by a titan without breaking at least a few bones

i love how sonic shows concern for his friends. like he asks them how they're feeling being ghostly.

sonic dancing every time he gets a chaos emerald is cute

HOLY SHIT, AMOG-[GUNSHOT]

amy is just so kind, i love her. she wouldn't even abandon a koco.

A CALLBACK TO AMY'S TAROT CARD ABILITIES YESSSS!!!

knuckles would punch a child for sonic and i think that's so romantic.

speaking of shipping, this game is really feeding the sonamy and sonknux shippers.

SAGE WAS CREATED BY EGGMAN?! AND SHE CALLS HIM FATHER!!

this will be my approach to sonic discourse from now on

also love that knuckles told sonic he's useless underwater he went straight for the throat lmao

i love how they addressed the trauma of the events of forces, AND that one scene with tails. because forces was.... forces, we forget how traumatic it actually was. and sonic asking tails if he wants to talk because he's worried.... this is good stuff. i need ian flynn to rewrite sonic forces asap.

sageee my poor baby girl :(

also that vocal theme that played during sage's flashbacks... someone give me the adoption papers i've got a child to adopt.

THE ANCIENTS WERE FROM ANOTHER PLANET?!?!

HOLY SHIT THE CHAOS EMERALDS ARE FROM SPACE?!?!?!

THE KOCOS ARE THE SPIRITS OF ANCIENTS OMG!!!

IF THE KOCOS ARE MEANT TO DIE WHY DID YOU MAKE THEM SO CUTE SEGA?!

AMY, TAILS, AND KNUCKLES SAVE SONIC!!!

ALSO ALL THE VOCAL THEMES THAT PLAY DURING THE TITAN BOSS FIGHTS ARE GODLY

HE DOES CARE FOR HER :(((

SONIC FIGHTS THE FUCKING MOON THAT IS SO AWESOME

SAGE NOOOO DON'T DIE YOU'VE ALREADY BECOME A FAVE OF MIND

HE RECIPROCATED THE HUG, ANOTHER W FOR THE SONAMY NATION

EVERYONE LOOK AT MY CHILDREN!!! NOW!!!

also eggman being genuinely upset at sage's death.... :(

STICKS THE BADGER MENTION?!?! STICKS IS CANON?!?!

also i'm gonna need an idw spinoff of that road trip between amy, cream, and sticks asap. get on it, flynn and stanley!

OMG?!?! THIS BETTER MEAN SAGE IS COMING BACK FOR THE NEXT GAME!!!

OKAY FINAL THOUGHTS: god this was so much fun! i know others have already said it but SONIC IS BACK BABY!!! i love all the characters arcs flynn gave tails, knuckles, and amy. i love sonic's interactions with all of his friends. and sage, my god she's already become a fave of mine. she's such an interesting and tragic character. she may be a digital girl but she's still a child and all she wanted was to be loved. and she sacrificed herself in the end. and eggman did care about her, in his own way as sonic said. god the wait was certainly worth it.

[leeus-writing]

It takes time

Request was for - Daemons or physical soul representations in forms of animals for Cloud SFW

It takes time

A young Cloud looked around him as the other Teens walking around with ghostly looking animals. AniSoulds. He shook his head and looked down at his hands. Was it because he wasn’t sure who he was yet? Once you hit puberty an Animal that represented your Soul would appear to you. They were an opaque ghostly green thing that others couldn’t touch. Everyone had one, everyone but Cloud that is.

He sighed getting up and biting his lip, ready for another day of teasing. All he wanted to do was turn and run away. Well… he’d wanted to run away since he’d failed at getting into SOLDIER.

“Hey, Cloud!”

The shout made him freeze.

“Zack?” He asked turning and looking at the SOLDIER, his ghostly wolf by his side.

The man smiled at Cloud. Cloud gave a reluctant smile back but frowned when Zack’s AniSoul sniffed and walked around Cloud. He looked back at Zack and shook his head.

“Not appeared yet?” He asked sitting down.

Cloud shook his head looking so embarrassed. Zack sighed and patted Cloud’s back. He’d always been so kind, never teasing. But he still couldn’t help but feel Zack looked at him as if he was Alien sometimes. After all, who heard of a person not having an AniSoul. Zack sighed and wrung his hands.

“Ahh well. Guess I’ll just have to help you. Who knows, maybe it’ll be a chocobo,” He said with a laugh standing again. “Come on, and don’t sulk!”

Cloud looked at him with an incredulous look. Was that a reference to his hair!

As they walked, they just talked. Cloud talked about where he’d come from, his dreams and failed plans. Zack was a good listener he just nodded, occasionally referencing events from his own life. His wolf AniSoul trotting behind happily, tail in the air.

“H-has it ever happened?” Cloud asked.

“Hmm?” Zack asked cocking his head to oneside.

“Has anyone not developed an AniSoul?” Cloud looked back at Zack, worry on his face.

He was shaking like a leaf, shaking in fear. If it had, could it happen again. Could it happen to him!

“No! No, I don’t think so,” Zack replied giving his friend a reassuring smile, “My mum always told me that, it’ll happen in everyone’s own time. You just might not be ready yet.’

|  |

Cloud woke the next day, he kept his eyes closed against the sun light and the screaming alarm. Something warm touched his had.

“Hey time to wake up!”

Cloud’s eyes sprung open. An opaque, ghostly green Chocobo rested its head on Cloud’s hand.

“W..What?”

The Chocobo let out a cry and jumped onto the bed, nudging Cloud.

“Come on its time to go!”

“Y-you’re mine?”

“Who else’s AniSoul would I be?”

Cloud let out a cry and wrapped his arms around the AniSoul. He didn’t care that it was even a Chocobo. He even knew its name Shimbir. He was whole… he was complete!

“It took you some time to arrive!”

“It took you some time to accept who you were…”