#an old sad ghost

[thenighteternal]

𝕬𝖓 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 - ℜ𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢

[albumarchives]

An Old Sad Ghost | Blood Moon Sonata (2022)

[cremationisirreversible]

𝕬𝖓 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 – 𝔉𝔦𝔫

The Path Of A Tongueless Knight / 2017

[dungeonsynthguide]

An Old Sad Ghost Der letzte Koenig | Der erste Koenig I (2019) Gothic dungeon synth

[seagreenlaurin]

[trvgbild]

𝔙𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔣​ü​𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪 / 𝔄𝔫 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔖𝔞𝔡 𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱

[mercysong-tardis]

Obi-Wan and Satine were made to dance to Hozier

Approximately 300 frames, many many tears, and 60 hours of my life later; I finally have the finished product. This Obitine animatic has been a dream project of mine and I’m so glad it’s finally done and I can share it with you all.

Of course Ahsoka has the receipts for the council

[trappednyourheart]

The wrong DNA test

( what if, Sheila wasn't really Jason's mother? The system is already corrupted, then what about the test?).

A huge brawl containing every rogue had started at the time of Halloween, causing the people from downtown to fled there home's as joker had clownized the whole neighborhood with his goon's.

Every bats had taken to groups to take out the three parts of Gotham's as the rogue's had started to make alliances, some had lasted quite long while had conflicts, and causing a big damage to Arkham asylum,

It didn't take long before they captured all of them, none of the bats questions as they observed Jason glowing green eyes starting to flick, they thought it was the pit again, growing wary of the cooperation, but Crime alley was involved and that mean business to Red hood's turf.

Catherine todd love her son as her own even if not biological, Jason knew that. But her thing with drugs couldn't make her stop.

Sometimes after that, they could hear Jason humming a tune,a nice melody from Damian's statement saying that Jason muttered to him “ lullaby” as Jason continued to read his book, maybe it could be from Catherine,

they knew how Jason's past with Catherine todd, his mom even if not related, Catherine loves her son like her own kid but her doing drugs and... overdosing couldn't be stop.

Maybe Jason just remembered his mother maybe reminiscing atleast something familiar...even if it was a bad time.

Jason had constantly have been hearing a woman's? Man's? Voice, singing him a lullaby...it soothing, like as if he known and loved this melody...and that's where the dreams kept coming, there was a person, giving him kisses, Talkin to him stories, singing him lullabies and soothing him, he could dream that he was actually a baby, a baby from a normal couple, well don't count the luxurious baby room.

Jason had took out a conspiracies why he was getting this dreams, ( he swears he's not becoming Tim) and voices, maybe like a misshapen memories from the pits of victims? No it's to peaceful for that, maybe magic? He already contacted Constantine but surely hang up after knowing who it was-

Just how is he getting this dreams? Unless it wasn't.... So he proved again his point, he started a DNA test, again but none had records...of Sheila being his biological mother...that was weird, last time he had a test was from the time as robin..and before his-

So he went to that hospital who had said where Sheila had given birth to him, and most of shock is that no one knows a mother giving birth named Sheila haywood but had a document of a baby, of one Jason jay nightingale, the most believing part was that it's the same day he was born in.

His mother, Daniel F. Nightingale was said to be trans as the doctor who help his mother safely delivered him, And saying that his mother loved him,

one Sheila Haywood had the constant trick to get him and taken him as his own, because his mother's family was a wealthy one they practically sold him to her.

Jason had thought that maybe his mother's family never wanted him to have a son with a man from Gotham's crime alley.

Meanwhile Danny had just been YEETED to the DC universe before the start of Batman's justice thing and had been adopted by a very wealthy fruit loops couple as there kid, so he stayed as the couples daughter even pretending, because he owed ghost writer a favor for the last time, and as DC universe exist so it's story, and one thing for sure the child he had to give birth in this universe has a very complicated fate,

he did the one night stand from his supposed friend Willis Todd? He had to befriend him as Dalia F. nightingale the supposed Wealthy daughter who fell in love with a peasant trope, and gotten pregnant making it a scandal, and reaching to his ‘parents’ circle and getting that drama.

But he never thought he would care for his child, his little jay, his ghost side would purr in delight when they held Jason, he was a very hard sucker especially from his pacifier or his breast, it's so weird being in a women body,

but the way his ‘parents’ sold his son to the women who was supposed to get his son killed and being revived by cheap parody ass of ectoplasm.

He went feral, he had an argument to his ‘parents’ but all fell deaf ears, he couldn't find his son in one of the hotels nearby where that BXtch was.

And that time was where his part of the script was fulfilled, ghost writer already took him, both sides of his, were angry.

He. will. get. his. baby. back.

[to-proudly-go]

Obi-Wan wonders if this will be the rest of his life: chasing the ghost of Anakin Skywalker

[starry-bi-sky]

"Stillborn? No, no, still born." -- DPXDC AU

Based off a comment I saw where Bruce knew about Talia's pregnancy in the earlier comivs, and was ecstatic to be a father. So much so that Talia feared he'd give up being Batman for it, so when she gave birth she put the baby (Damian) on a doorstep and (seemingly) told Bruce that the baby was stillborn.

Instead of Damian, that baby was Danny! Meet Daniel Brown, the 14 year old foster kid whose been living with the Fenton family for the last two years. He's about two years older than Damian.

His last name, "Brown", was a generic surname given to him because the note he came with didn't have one on it. It just had the name "Danyal" on it, but albeit 'Daniel' was the one that had been put into the system for, I'll be totally frank here, racism reasons.

(I looked it up to make sure, and it's generally not permissible for foster parents to change the names of their foster kids even if it's a permanent residency, and for that reason Danny doesn't have the last name "Fenton".)

Danny's got ✨~issues!~✨ He's been through a handful of homes growing up, most of them terrible for a variety of reasons. Which has, as a result, left lasting scars. He's generally a very sweet kid, just very distrustful and jumpy. He's got the signs of a kid suffering from PTSD, and a handful of other issues including attachment and insomnia. His inferiority complex could rival Damian's, and that's going to make for an interesting mutual hatred for when they finally meet.

(something I'll get into later)

He still has the blanket he was found in. It's made of a very high quality material and is a beautiful emerald green with little golden thread accents, it's high quality as a result has Danny clinging onto a desperate hope that his bio family might be out there, and the only reason they gave him up was because of some outside factor. It's been taken a few times in old foster homes, and he's flipped out each time.

While he still calls Jack and Maddie by their names, he likes them well enough. The bar isn't that high though, and while they're some of the better foster parents he's had, "better" doesn't equal "safest". Their laboratory malpractice. Basically, C- Fenton Parents. They're negligent by virtue of being engrossed in their work, but they do care equally about Jazz and Danny. So he doesn't hold it against them that much.

He kinda prefers it that way, their loud affection is overwhelming and Danny doesn't know what to do with their attention, even if he craves it. It's a bit of a complicated situation.

They took in Danny because they genuinely wanted another child, but didn't want a big age gap between them and Jazz. It was actually Jack's idea to foster, and they discussed it with Jazz beforehand. She was all for the idea. Thus, a handful of weeks later, a ton of paperwork, and inspection later, and Daniel Brown entered their household with a trash bag in one hand and eyes like shards of stained glass.

His relationship with Jazz is kinda strained, but that's by virtue of her constant psychoanalyzing and helicoptering. Like with the parents, Danny's overwhelmed by the attention and also just, straight up doesn't like the fact that she's telling him that there's something wrong with him. He knows that, thank you. He pushes her away when she does this.

Other than that though? When Jazz isn't smothering him and is acting like an actual sibling and not a third parent, they're pretty close, and Danny really likes her. They've hung out a few times on their own volition, and Jazz showed him how to take better care of his long hair.

His school situation,, pretty similar to canon with the bullying, albeit with a few more instances of him blowing a fuse and lashing out against his attackers. He's a rather angry kid, but it's quiet. It builds up, piles on top of itself, until eventually, like a volcano, it erupts and burns everyone within radius.

Danny's got a fire core, not an ice core. Phantom's hair is made of white magma; thick and heavy, setting itself on fire when his anger runs hot. When he gets angry, his skin begins to char and split open to reveal pulsating lava underneath, and he crackles and pops like a raging forest fire.

I haven't decided yet on how he meets the batfam -- i've got two ideas but they're both in opposition to each other, and drastically alter how the rest of the plot goes. But I do know that him and Damian hate each other in the beginning. And it has nothing to do with inheritance or "being the blood son" -- although their blood relation absolutely plays the major role in their disdain for each other.

Simply put, they're jealous of each other for the same thing: thinking that the other was wanted.

Damian hates Danny because, unlike Damian, Bruce knew about Danny since conception and wanted him from the moment he heard about him. He had a whole nursery set up, and still does. He never took it down -- just locked the door. Damian was thrust upon Bruce without warning, and he feels like he forced himself into the family. And while on some level Damian knows and understands that Bruce wants him and loves him as much as his other children, that doubt and feeling of inferiority still remains. He looks at Danny and sees him with what Damian always feels he needs reaffirmed.

Meanwhile, Danny hates Damian because he looks at him and sees him with everything Danny's ever wanted. He hates him because Damian grew up knowing both of their parents, with one of them for most of his life, and then moved over to the other. There was never a moment where Damian was (seemingly) left to doubt his place within the family. Damian was raised with the very same woman who left Danny on a doorstep, with no clue to his identity beyond a little green blanket and a note with only a first name. Damian was wanted everywhere, and Danny was wanted nowhere. Damian is Danny's replacement in his eyes.

(It's the little revelation that Damian grew up with their mother that elevates Danny from being quietly envious of Damian to downright despising him. What did Damian do, that Danny didn't? He could live with Damian living with Bruce -- Bruce didn't know Danny was even alive. But him living with their mom? Are you fucking kidding him?)

Damian never outright attacks Danny physically, but it's not like he hides that he didn't like Danny. Meanwhile, Danny, in all his repressive anger, quietly despised him from a distance until finally one wrong snide side-comment has him blowing up and it becomes a screaming match. They're both just enough similar to each other that when they look at each other they really just see a mirror.

They'll work it out together, eventually. But it'll be ugly and cruel and explosive, and they'll start mending the bridge to become brothers in more than just blood relation in the end.

But yeah, stillborn Danny has... a lot going for him.

[forsaire]

I choose you

When Ghost and Soap first got together, they sat down and had a frank talk that their jobs would always come first and the two of them would always come second. No matter what, they would set aside their desires and choose their jobs over one another because what they were doing was more important than any single person.  

They both understood this.

But as their time together continued – weeks, months, years – Ghost’s heart only fell deeper and deeper. Simple touches that had previously felt like fingers against skin now felt like home and safety. Their nights of desperate and needy sex to relieve stress turned into slow lovemaking as they savoured the taste and feel of each other’s bodies. Their chaste kisses started to linger, neither one wanting to be the first one to pull back.

Still, they always came second. And Ghost was okay with this.

Until he wasn’t.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Facility destruction. The data that was being kept in the servers was far too dangerous for it to be leaked and would lead to catastrophe if it wasn’t destroyed. Hundreds, thousands of innocent lives would be lost. They planted a bomb, but as they were escaping, ignition failed. A call came out over the comms.

The remote detonation wasn’t working and the data was quickly being transferred to another location. They had to stop it – fast.

The only way to do so was to trigger a manual detonation. It was risky, incredibly dangerous, and with no guarantee that there would be enough time to flee the blast zone before it went off.

Ghost and Soap were quiet as they listened. Not willing to take the risk, Ghost started to think of another plan.

But Soap’s eyes remained fixated on the building in the distance. He was still, a carefully controlled blank expression on his face. His eyes appeared as though a bit hazy, not fully in the present.

The message ended with a faint static buzz and it was just the two of them again.

“Here’s what I’m thinking-” Ghost started, but he was quickly cut off.

“I’ll do it.”

Ghost whipped his head around to stare at Soap. “No, you’re not,” he commanded. “You’re not that stupid.”

Soap kept his gaze off into the distance, refusing to look at Ghost. He briefly glanced up at the stars above them and clenched his jaw.

“It’s the job…” he mumbled quietly, every bit of Soap’s brash and bold personality gone.

“The job is to succeed, we can find another way, Sergeant.”

“I can’t let someone else do it. There are so many people on those lists… my life means nothing compared to them.”

As those words hit Ghost’s ears, he felt like he had been slapped in the face. Soap took a step forward. And another. And another.

All at once, it occurred to Ghost what Soap was planning on doing. Years of memories flowed into Ghost’s mind of the two of them together. He remembered the way that Soap’s smile would light up a room, even forcing Ghost himself to break out into a small smile at its infectiousness. He could feel phantom kisses trace across his cheeks, lips, and neck, Soap’s favourite places to praise. He saw Soap’s body lying in their bed as Ghost crawled into it in the middle of the night, wrapping his arms around Soap to pull him close and immediately falling asleep.

Ghost craved the gentleness of Soap’s touches, the affection of his bright eyes, and the steady presence of his heart.

Ghost’s reality came shattering down upon him, pure horror filling his stomach and making him feel nauseous.

“Wait…” he breathed out, the words turning into wispy nothings. Then, more forcefully, “Wait!”

Ghost brought up his heavy leg to take a step, forward, forward. He was running, chasing after Soap who was barrelling towards the facility. He pushed himself harder than he ever had before, his chest aching from both the activity and the fear.

Once he was behind Soap he shot out his arm and wrapped his hand around Soap’s wrist. He threw his body forward, the two of them crashing down onto the ground and kicking up the dirt around them. Soap flew his limbs around but Ghost was able to wrestle control and roll them both over. He quickly straddled Soap, pinning him to the ground with his body weight.

“Ghost?” Soap called out, his eyes widening in shock. “What are you-”

“It’s you, okay?” Ghost panted out, desperate and frenzied unlike anything he’d felt before. His hands framed both sides of Soap’s face, his fingers laying across the skin he had memorized long ago. “I… I can’t pretend that it’s not and I know we made a promise to each other but…” Ghost let out a shuddering breath, his heart scared of the words that seemed to spew out. “I choose you.”

Soap sucked in a breath, his eyes instantly softening.

Ghost leaned forward, resting their foreheads together. “I can’t do this – any of this – without you by my side. I want you. I choose you. I love you. Please don’t make me lose you… please…”

He was blabbering, pathetically begging for his heart to be able to continue loving.

Ghost wanted to love Soap just as much as he was desperate for Soap’s love.

Ghost felt a hand wrap around his wrist, familiar gentle touches that had always grounded him. He pulled back slightly so he could look into Soap’s eyes.

Such lovely eyes they were, an ocean to happily drown in. The eye of the storm that was Ghost’s mind.

Soap quickly blinked away the misty tears in his eyes.

“Aye…” he breathed out, barely above a whisper. “I choose you too, Simon.”

[thenighteternal]

𝕬𝖓 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 - ℑℑℑ

[albumarchives]

An Old Sad Ghost | A Letter for Carmilla Part III: Romance (2017)

[yesandpeeps]

Picture that makes you go hmmm

Imperium: (noun) absolute power.

Has he bit off more than he can chew?

[enement]

woe, kittys be upon ye

[greasydumbfuck]

favorite frank is. frank with kids. this guy was meant to be a dad