#Nocturne of Waves

[kookieswan]

Nocturne Snippet- Pearlescent

SeaCreature!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader.

Y’all all know the drill. In my feels I guess, just a little something.

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“What…?” You stare dumbly down at the lone pearl in your hand. It gleams in the light of the falling sun, the pink hue matching the horizon almost perfectly. Glancing up at Yoongi, he watches you idly, eyes focused solely on your confused face.

It wasn’t a shock that he had suddenly mumbled about needing to go get something. He leaves often to return with gifts of all kinds, always something new. Always something stunning and thoughtful, more than you could ever ask for. This, however…

“You adorn them often. I thought that you might desire another.” A pretty pink pearl, fresh from the ocean, delivered by hand. Slowly encircling sandy fingers around it, you clutch it to your heart with unspoken warmth.

“I’m not sure I deserve you sometimes…” It comes out before you can stop it. His gifts are always so well thought out; it’s become more than clear that he pays attention to every aspect of you. In turn, you try your best to be a good mate, but…

You sink down to the sand beside him, cold tentacles slithering around your frame almost immediately as your make contact with the warm sand. An unpleasant sound rumbled through his pale chest, a clear sign that he disagrees.

“A present from you is something I will cherish for years to come.” Your mate slides closer, so close that he’s pressed up to you, his face burrowing into your neck.

A giggle almost escapes you as he noses at a sensitive spot, his breath hot against your damp skin. You brush his hair back out of his face lovingly, a thumb raining across his scared cheekbone as he practically purrs.

“You deserve the world a more, my Treasure. I will stop at nothing to give it to you.”

[zeewipark]

I wish you a kinder sea.

© Jee Won Park (ig: zeewipark)

[petoskeystones]

no i cannot hang out tonight i have plans with a beautiful woman named lake superior

[deepsixsquid]

If I had a dollar for every time this joke went through my mind I could fun Splatoon 4 by myself [Feat. @skyplayssplatoon3 and @insert-creative-name-94]

[barrymccaulkinem]

being without a monitor for a week or so taught me that i can basically have all my PC's functions at my fingertips through the steam link app, even laying all the way down in bed and thats about the worst thing that could have happened for my already atrocious sleep hygiene

[aranarumei]

having Thoughts abt nocturnality again.

[aetherose]

Cosmos Persona

Tagged By: Nabbed from @dnangelicTagging: Whoever wants to do this!

[gianlucacrugnola]

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Nocturne

Siouxsie Sioux, signora della notte londinese nel periodo fine settanta, primi ottanta,  emersa dal fermento punk britannico che ruotava intorno ai Sex Pistols e il loro entourage si avvicina alla musica proprio in quel frangente e insieme all’amico John Bailey (poi Steven Severin) inizia a pensare ad una sua band, Siouxsie And The Banshees. Susan (vero nome della Siouxsie) fedele fan dei Pistols…

[susanhannifordcrowley]

Having A Heat Wave Paranormal-Scope

[thenwothm]

THE UK'S HOTTEST NEW BAND TAILGUNNER HITTING EDINBURGH THIS OCTOBER WITH SPECIAL GUESTS!

3 / 3 In just a short period of time, Tailgunner has achieved remarkable success! They’ve released several singles and recently dropped their explosive debut album, ‘Guns for Hire,’ which is already making waves. The fact that they’ve secured a deal with Fireflash Records and rocked the stage at prominent festivals in recent months further solidifies their growing reputation! Excitingly,…

[merrilygreen]

A series of Doom Days doodles I did in my everything journal (i was supposed to do the whole album but i forgor)

[kookieswan]

Ooo I don’t really have a specific request for headcanons/drabbles but maybe something fluffy involving NoW Yoongi? Like I wonder how he’s been doing. Has he been learning more about dating after the whole Jimin and Tae situation?

……. I have the perfect idea.

BAKING WITH NOW!YOONGI 🌸♥️

Chaos. Pure chaos but the fun kind.

You mention that you haven’t had cookies in a super long time and would love to make some from scratch since you always just buy the dough (and end up eating it).

“Cookies…? What is a cookie?”

Cue have to explain what a cookie is and what “from scratch” means. You essentially tell Yoon that baked goods are easier to make a specific way if you do them yourself. (Fluffy vs. Flat cookies is an example you use.)

He’d be very attentive, tentacles slowly slithering around you as he listens closely and looks at the pictures you pull up.

“It looks odd, almost like a rock. You are sure it is edible?”

Best believe you’ll be going to the store in the same day for all the ingredients because the wonder in his eyes was too much to handle. You need to make those cookies NOW.

“I have been waiting patiently. Is it cookie time now?”

It’s cookie time.

He’ll rummage through all the bags as you preheat the oven, being especially curious about the flour (it’s puffing out of the bag a little).

He’ll insist that he’ll be nothing but helpful as you get all the utensils ready.

He’s wrong, but it’s the thought that counts and you appreciate his help either way.

Tentacles would be everywhere; one trying to get something out of the fridge, two attempting measure out the flour, etc. it’s terrifying, hilarious, and endearing all at the same time.

“I have no need for human work, but I would be a very good chef. Your human knows nothing.” (Still a sore spot)

Yoongi would watch you take over, quietly contemplating to himself.

He may have peeked though the door once when Tae was over and saw Jimin do something that Tae liked, so…

A tentacle suddenly slaps your butt when you’re putting the round balls of dough onto the sheet, and the single ball might fly out of your hand as you turn to Yoongi with wide eyes.

Did the fish man just slap your ass?

Yes. Yes he did. And he looks very proud.

“I am showing affection. Do you like it?”

You don’t know wether to laugh or cry so you just say that it’s a very intimate gesture and Yoongi seems to understand.

He does it once more before the cookies finish.

It takes everything you have to keep him off the cookies after you pull them out of the oven. They’re very hot and you don’t want him to burn his mouth.

“I can handle it. I am very strong.”

Sure he is. You slap a tentacle with a wooden spoon more than once.

When you finally give him one…? Good luck keeping him away. He had a newfound love for chocolate chip cookies. The man will literally beg for them lmao.

“The human gets none. They are yours and mine only… A courting gift?”

[avelarmarcus]

wild nothing - nocturne

(2012)

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #13

"So?" Red Hood asks, arms crossed. "Was I right?"

"Yes," Phantom says, deepening his voice, "this is one of mine."

"One of your what?" Robin growls. Nightwing's hand on his shoulder is the only thing keeping him from invading Phantom's personal space, which, please, continue to do so Mr. Nightwing, Sir.

Phantom would take a deep calming breath if a) he wasn't trying to appear as otherworldly as possible which means no human breathing and b) if that wouldn't so obviously telegraph how uncomfortable he is in the Batcave surrounded by the entire Batfamily.

Next to him Red Hood shifts in slight discomfort. His ties to the spectral realm mean he's picking up on Danny's unease even if he can't fully translate the feeling. Which is good. Danny needs to maintain what little control he has over this situation.

"There's a gh-spirit in my...realm," Phantom says, letting himself drift gently to the other side of Batman's medical table which just coincidentally puts more distance between him and the the rest of the clan staring him down. Black Bat leans forward and he violently suppresses a flinch. "They're known as Nocturne. They wield power over dreams. Their signature is all over this."

And Danny means that literally. Their ecto-signature couldn't be more apparent if they'd written it in sharpie across Batman's suit. This is what Jason—Red Hood, because Danny couldn't have been dealing with a simple civilian case of ecto-contamination, nooo, he's got to have connections to the superheroes Danny has spent the better part of his afterlife avoiding—managed to pick up on, even being the low level entity that he is.

At which point he'd called Phantom in, even though Danny had spent the better part of two weeks trying to intimidate the guy into never contacting him, Ruler of the Spirit Realm (lightning crash!), again, but here is his calling card just in case (thunder and creaking noises!!), but again, you should never use it unless things are very serious, OoOoOoOo~~~

Damn it. It's been like 10 days.

"So how do we fix it, Your, uh, Ghostliness?" Nightwing says, ducking his head in a sort of half-assed supplication when Phantom turns to him. Nightwing glances at Jason for affirmation who shrugs out of the corner of Danny's eye.

"Phantom is fine," Danny says, waving his hand and letting his upper lip curl in an expression of distaste. "Remember, it's like you're Vlad when Dad offers him a glass of eight dollar wine!" Jazz's voice reminds him. Robin growls lowly, likely meaning he's nailing it. He looks away dismissively ("Honestly, it's like you're Vlad, anytime, ever." Sam notes dryly) and thanks god he doesn't have a heart in this form because it would be beating so loud right now.

Beside him, Jason scratches compulsively at the back of his neck. Huh, his anxiety is manifesting physically as an itch. Good to know.

"You can't fix it," Phantom says. "I can."

"At what cost?" Red Robin asks. "Red Hood mentioned you'd want something in return?"

Frick. His other contingency to keep Jason from ever contacting him again. Phantom had lightly hinted his taste du jour was, uh, souls.

Something Red Hood has apparently let slip, because now Robin shakes off Nightwing's hand, puffs out his chest and declares "I will trade myself for my father's safe awakening, Spirit!"

The other members burst into denials which almost covers up Danny floating sharply back and saying "What? No!!!"

Key word: almost.

Danny coughs as they stare at him.

"That is to say, I have no desire for a child," he puts a bit of snarl into it, showing fang. The mood in the room plummets drastically as Nightwing gently grabs Robin by the arm and pulls him back to his side.

"We see," he says. He steps forward more assertively, placing himself in front of the others, all of which are now eying him warily. "Then, is there a gender you prefer?"

It takes a second to click in Danny's head and then he swings his head wildly away from his audience to hide his reaction, nausea and embarrassment turning his face bright green. "Fika Kristo," he mutters in Esperanto as quietly as he possibly can, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He gives himself a moment to settle and game plan before turning back around. "I have no desire for any of you, and it matters not. In this instance, a deal need not be struck. Nocturne is my subject, and they have done this without my permission." Danny blinks, eyes widening. "Not—not! that I would give them permission to do such a thing. In the first place. Ahem."

"Okay...so you'll do this for free?" Jason asks. "Seems like a bad business practice since you also fixed me up for nothing—"

"What he means to say, Your Majesty, Phantom, is thank you!" Signal says in a rush as Nightwing starts, "Wait, Hood, what do you mean—"

"Enough!" Phantom says loudly (nearby bats take off and Jason's itch migrates to his forearms) "I have little time," read: he has a test tomorrow and he's only one-third of the way through the study guide "And I grow tired of this...dilly-dally." Frick! Is that an old-timey word?

"Of course. Thank you again, Phantom." Nightwing says stiffly, eyes still narrowed in Hood's direction.

"Wait, sorry, Phantom, Majesty, I'm Spoiler by the way," the purple-caped vigilante Danny already knew was Spoiler says. "How do we keep this from happening again? To any of us? Is there a way to defeat this Nocturne?"

"Moreover, why Batman?" Red Robin asks. "Why would a spirit from another dimension want him asleep?"

Phantom sighs. "Nocturne was trying to send a message. To me. Through you," he says, nodding at Red Hood. "They...how do I put this. They like attention. Being the spirit of uh, dreaming, they don't receive that attention. And you were in my realms for quite some time. And they wanted...attention."

The lackluster explanation sits for a moment before "They were jealous? Of me?" Red Hood asks skeptically.

"It's more complicated than that. Your...physiology," Danny puts it as delicately as possible, watching regretfully when Red Hood still stiffens at the mention, "Is particular. You gather attention in our realm. And having my attention is...special. But not!" He says to the group at large, a touch panicked, "Romantic!"

Jesus, he's never gonna hear the end of this from the others.

"Anyway, I will ensure it does not happen again."

"By paying them attention," Spoiler says under her breath, wiggling her eyebrows at Black Bat, Red Robin shooting them both a glare. Nightwing ignores them in favor of staring at Red Hood and Phantom. Danny is unsure what Red Hood has disclosed about how he knows Danny, but now he feels confident the answer is close to nothing.

Before Nightwing can ask whatever uncomfortable thing he's about to ask, Phantom disappears. Invisibly, he hovers over Batman's sleeping body and silently apologizes for the intrusion before intangibly slipping into Batman's REM realm and finding the man...oh...

Probably thirty minutes later he reappears to the group, who all perk up at the sight of him. Their eyes bounce from him to Batman; who does not move, to the monitor; which shows no change in his brain activity.

"I'm going to need your help," Danny says to Jason, getting to the point.

"Why? What can I do?"

"It's easier if you come with me," Danny says, grabbing his arm.

"Come with—"

Danny wastes no time in turning them both invisible and flying them into Batman's mind.

"What the—" Red Hood twists and turns, taking in the hallways of the manor. From afar, they can hear the tinkling of a piano. "You, I had your word—"

"This isn't where you think it is," Danny says hurriedly. "We're in your—Batman's dream." He walks quickly down the hallway, towards the music. Jason follows.

"What?"

"The way to break a dream spell is to wake the dreamer. You can't do that externally so you do it internally. Usually you wake the dreamer by turning the dream into the nightmare, scaring them awake."

The hallway stretches on longer than realistic, the dream attempting to divert them. But it can't outrun Danny. His power seeps into the halls, ice creeping along the paneling and freezing the way behind them.

"Batman, however, is hard to scare."

"So you want me to do it."

"What? No." Phantom shoots him a confused look. "Why would I—Ahem, The other way is to convince the dreamer they are dreaming. They break the dream themselves."

"Alright..." Jason says slowly, now keeping pace with him. His breath forms a cloud as he speaks. "And you think I'm the person to do it? I'm not the one he listens to you know, that's more Nightwing's schtick, or hell, anyone other than me."

"This isn't just Batman's dream, Jason," he says. Hood's eyes narrow at his real name, but now the truth is necessary. "This is The Dream. The perfect life. Everything he could ever want."

They're approaching an opening on the right side of the corridor. A bright light emanates from it, alongside the noise of stumbling piano keys and laughter, deep and male and unrecognizable. The Dream.

"Thomas Wayne," Jason breathes. "You want me to convince Bruce it's worth walking away from the center of his universe? It'd be easier if I put a bullet in their chests."

Danny stops abruptly before the doorway, turning to face Jason.

"You know, I fixed you," he says, head cocked. "Those feelings you felt, you shouldn't be feeling them anymore."

"I...I don't."

"Then why do you act like it?" He lets himself drift up, reaching beyond their planes of existence and extending a metaphysical hand to Jason's spirit. It shivers away. "You don't have to hide behind what was."

"I'm not hiding! And I don't have to explain myself to you!" He tries to move forward but Danny puts a hand out and he cannot move past it. He growls in frustration.

"I'm grateful to you, but with or without the Pits I'm fucked up. This is just who I am. This is just what he made me."

"You've never asked why I look like this. But did you know my form is malleable?" Phantom says, letting his legs shift into a tail, letting two eyes become three. "What I believe is what I am."

And then he takes several steps back, putting the doorway between them. "From here on out, the Pits can't tell you how to think or feel. Your decisions are wholly your own. Starting with this one."

Jason stares at the doorway, then Danny.

"I won't make you," Danny says simply. "And if you desire, I will retrieve Nightwing instead."

Jason scratches at his arms, grits his teeth, and stomps through. The light resolves into the sitting room, massive windows letting in sunlight so bright it streaks yellow-white across the room. Bruce sits on the maroon versailles couch next to Cassandra, who sits cross legged, excitedly watching Alfred pour her a cup of tea. To their right, in the open space, Damian barks instructions at Tim on handling a katana. Stephanie and Duke sit on the ground besides the coffee table, homework sheets sprawled across the surface, suffering their way through a calculus problem.

Bruce, smiling softly, looks across the room to where the atrocious playing is coming from. Red Hood follows his gaze.

Sitting at the piano, trying to play while Dick distracts him with a pair of chopsticks, is Jason. He puts a hand on Dick's face and shoves, both of them hitting the wrong keys.

"Get—away—dumbass!"

"No, see, it's a duet! Jay!"

"That's not why it's named—" and Jason Todd-Wayne tips his white-tipped head back and laughs.

[deepsixsquid]

All in a day's work~

With @skyplayssplatoon3~!!

[nightingale-prompts]

Finding Batboy

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Phantom

King

Fenton

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Batboy

He just wanted to be Danny. Just Danny, nothing else.

But who was Danny anymore?

Danny was a 14-year-old boy who died in a tragic accident. Danny had a decent life with friends and a sister who he loved. Danny wanted to be an astronaut and loved the stars. Danny had an astrology phase that made him so annoying to everyone but Sam. Danny liked dogs and cats hated him for no reason no matter how much he loved them. Danny wanted to join the robotics club with Tucker. Danny still snuck into his sister's room when he was scared to sleep in her bed.

But Danny is dead. Danny has been dead for years now.

He missed being Danny.

Now he was Phantom.

No past.

No home.

No family.

But if that was true, what did that make Dick?

Just another person that he would have to leave behind. It wouldn't be long. History doesn't repeat but it rhymes. It can't last. It won't.

Danny flew to some abandoned factory located somewhere in Gotham. He hadn't really paid much attention. He just needed a desolate place to land. Somewhere even the ghosts have long abandoned.

Truthfully Danny didn't want to be alone. A part of him felt the urge to find that revenant that he had met. Something that felt familiar to him, someone that could understand.

But right now Danny wanted to rest and he wasn't picky about where. He wrapped his wings in a tight cocoon and plopped on the ground. His sleep was deep, more than he ever remembered having before, except once.

Danny walked through the halls of a spiraling tower that overlooked the Ghost Zone. The tower was decorated with stars and moons. Mist hovered just above the floor creating a icy blue carpet. Ghost sheep napped in corners. The scent of poppy and pine filled the air.

As Danny ascended to the top he met with a familiar face. Nocturne the ghost of dreams. The ghost's thick bridged nose reminded Danny of that of a sheep that matched his curled ramhorns. His red eyes with horizontal pupils reminded him of a demonic ram he had seen in a horror movie once. Danny could practically hear that line again: "Would thou like to live deliciously?"

It still gave Danny chills.

"Please refrain from making such comparisons." Nocturne said, his voice deep but soft at the same time.

Danny had gotten to know Nocturne some time ago. Apparently, he and Clockwork were close. They shared a high rank among ghosts as they were abstract manifestations rather then being that were once living like some. The hierarchy of ghosts was complex, and Nocturne was not someone to look down on.

"Nox, why am I here?" Danny said standing before the seven-foot frame of the amorphous ghost.

"You are spending too much time in the material realm. If you don't get time back in the realm to which you belong you'll go mad. It's already starting to happen. I stole your mind away for a bit to give you a mental break but your body is already starting to break down." Nocturne said waving a finger at him.

"My body and brain are fine Nox." Danny said crossing his arms.

Nocturne picked the boy up with one hand and held him at eye level.

"You are having trouble shifting are you not? Its not coming as easily as it should. The more attached you get to a form without the energy from our world to break it up the worse it will be. The Ghost of Time has already told me of the problem. You must stay here for the time being and recover. It is what's best. Mental weakness is the worst one can suffer and the remedy is sleep." Nocturne's breath smelled like warm milk and cinnamon. It calmed Danny's nerves and made his eyes heavy.

Clockwork had put him up to this. That old man...really was....annoying....Zzzz.

Back in the world of the living and awake mass panic has broken out.

Batboy is currently missing and Nightwing is not handling it well. The entirety of the Gotham Vigilantes team has been notified and is searching the cities of Gotham and Bludhaven.

"Have you searched the docks?" Nightwing asked frantically as he searched every rooftop in the city.

"I'm working on it. Do you really think he's here?" Red Robin said scanning every unit on the lot.

Red Hood didn't know what the BatBoy kid looked like other than the whole wings thing. If his little buddy Phantom could help it would help.

Although they had a slight resemblance Jason could see too many differences when looking at the pictures. Phantom had round ears, and silver hair that moved like fire and looked like a human. Batboy had long sharp ears, claws, pointy teeth, blueish-green skin, wings, and a white fluff around his neck. Clearly, they were different.

Batman searched the dark allies of Gotham as Signal and Orphan split up to cover as much ground as possible. Oracle searched every camera from the past few hours for the boy.

The good news was that Batboy was found. The bad news was who found him.

"Poor little Bluebird lost his fledgling and Batsy is looking for the lost pup. I should let them know that the little guy has been found! Ahahahaha!"