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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Part 6 of the Halloween fic, direct follow up to part 5.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, mention of blood, fake blood, very brief mention of knife play, self inflicted pain (for pleasure) and drugs,

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric took you home and you joined him at his friend's party. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 3,6k

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'I do not want you in my life, so you best stay away if you know what's good for you.'

'I see the government paid you royally,' you said, gaping at the huge detached house at the end of the driveway Sihtric just pulled up at.

'Yet nowhere near enough for the shit we've dealt with,' Sihtric mumbled.

You were excited and nervous to see where and how Sihtric lived. You already loved the fact that his house was hidden from the mainroad, surrounded by trees and bushes. The exterior of his modest mansion consisted of white bricks with black wooden beams. The house seemed old but well kept. Once you stepped through the front door you were greeted by a large black wooden staircase, which was the eye catcher in his dark and spacious hallway. You quickly noticed that his entire house had that old gothic look and vibe, which you were absolutely in love with.

Sihtric held your hand and walked you to his living room, where you noticed a large fireplace and huge windows overlooking fields with some sheep, which Sihtric said didn't belong to him unfortunately. Across the ceiling and walls you saw old black wooden beams, and his dark furniture matched with the old gothic vibe of it all. You walked over to a huge oaken cabinet which held various animal skulls, which Sihtric had found in the woods, and you inspected his vinyl collection.

'What do I need to do to live here?' you mumbled, gazing up at the large black chandelier, 'I love your home, it's incredible.'

'Thank you, my darkness,' Sihtric smiled and snuck his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind, 'it didn't always look like this. I made a lot of changes after my divorce to make it exactly how I wanted. It used to be all pretty light, but I painted dark colours over every wall.'

'I think you did an amazing job,' you smiled and turned to face him, 'and I think you are amazing,' you nuzzled his nose and kissed his lips.

'Says the most amazing lady I have ever met,' Sihtric smiled, his hands sliding down to your ass, giving a soft squeeze while he kissed your neck.

'So, where do you keep that pillory?' you grinned.

'In my basement,' Sihtric smirked.

'Your basement or your dungeon?'

Sihtric laughed, 'You can call it whatever you like, but I'm not taking you there right now.'

'Oh, come on,' you pouted and tugged at his hands.

'No, baby,' Sihtric chuckled, holding your hands firm but gentle, 'I already know what poor self control we have, and we can't be doing that right now, we have a party to go to.'

'Fine,' you sighed, knowing Sihtric was right about everything he just said, 'so how are we dressing up?'

'Well, since we don't plan on staying long, I don't even feel like putting in a whole lot of effort,' Sihtric shrugged, 'you already look breathtaking in your dress, so how about we just splatter ourselves with fake blood and keep it simple?'

'So we dress up as ourselves?' you laughed.

'I guess,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you with him as he walked back into his hallway, to the large stairs, 'want to see my bedroom?' he winked.

His dark and high ceiling bedroom was everything you ever dreamed of, and you felt sick with envy. His bed was huge, also made of dark wood, and had a large gothic headboard, and in front of his bed was a large faux fur rug which looked like a wolf's pelt. The walls were painted emerald, like the colour of his bed sheets, and the door to his ensuite bathroom was painted red. The black shelves on the walls held candles and dried roses in coffin shaped vases. On top of his black clothing cabinet were several decorative skulls, and you noticed the wall right across from his bed was rather empty, in contrast to the other walls, and you asked why.

'There used to be a large mirror,' Sihtric said, 'I took it down as soon as I lived here on my own. I've been meaning to put up some framed classic horror movie posters, but I haven't done it yet.'

'Why did you take down the mirror?'

'Mirrors,' Sihtric said, pulling you towards his bed, 'are believed to be portals between this world and the next. You should know about that stuff, little bat.'

'I do,' you smiled and straddled his lap, looking down in his mismatched eyes.

'It is also said that you shouldn't have any mirrors facing towards your bed. It can drain your energy and have a bad effect on your mood, as it creates unbalanced energy. Which has nothing to do with any ghosts or spirits,' Sihtric smiled, 'but I like to sleep well at night.'

'Oh, shit. I never knew that. That's interesting.'

'Mhm. But not as interesting as you,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek, 'now, let's get ready for that party,' he sighed.

'You act like you don't want to go.'

'I just know some weird shit will happen,' he said, 'and I don't want you to think that these are parties I enjoy. I enjoy a good Halloween party, but Rypere's parties just always end up being random sex gatherings really,' Sihtric chuckled, 'and it's fucking weird.'

'But you keep going?' you frowned.

'Like I said before, only to show my face to my friend. I always get out as soon as I can. Anyway, I'm going to change my clothes.'

You nodded and got off his lap, then enjoyed watching Sihtric undress in front of you, not even in a teasing or sensual way, but just mindlessly feeling comfortable enough around you to do so.

'You have such an impressive body,' you said softly, smiling as you leaned back on his comfortable bed.

'Thank you,' Sihtric chuckled and blushed, 'so do you.'

'Thanks,' you laughed and watched Sihtric put on a tight black mesh shirt. It showed off his scarred muscular torso, as well as the bandage on his chest which covered up the cut from which you had licked his blood last night. He put on a pair of black ripped jeans and tied in his black leather boots before he put a wine coloured belt through the hoops of his jeans. Then he turned to you.

'Too much?' Sihtric asked with a grimace.

You stared at him as he walked over, your jaw slightly dropped, and you chuckled.

'Sihtric,' you said, 'you look so insanely hot and sexy. I need you to drag me to that pillory in your basement right now.'

'Gods,' Sihtric laughed and cupped your cheeks, looking down in your eyes as you sat on his bed, 'you're so eager, aren't you? Hmm,' he hummed.

'I will do anything to please you, sir,' you sighed.

'Fuck, babe,' Sihtric exhaled sharply, 'stop making me so hard,' he pinched your cheek lightly and pecked your lips, 'come, the fake blood's in the bathroom.'

He pulled you up by your hands and led you into the spacious dark marbled bathroom, where he handed you a bottle of fake blood. You asked why on earth he had this in his bathroom, and he told you he only bought them last week, figuring he'll need it for a Halloween party.

'So… paint me red?' Sihtric smiled.

'How much? And where do you want me to put it?' you asked while Sihtric lifted you up to sit on his bathroom cabinet.

'Put it wherever you want and how much you want.'

He then pecked your lips and cheek, slowly trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking and licking your sensitive skin while his hands were on your hips.

'Sihtric,' you hummed, 'you're making it impossible for me to think.'

'I'm sorry,' he chuckled, pinching your skin between his teeth before he pulled away, leaving a bruise on your neck.

You let the fake blood run down from his neck, soaking through his mesh shirt onto his muscular chest, where it trickled further down his body. You smudged his toned biceps and his hands, and lastly his beautiful face. Sihtric followed your movements with his eyes, smiling softly the entire time you decorated him, and he wondered how he had gotten a lady so bewitching as you.

When it was his turn he gently slipped the straps of your black dress down your shoulders, kissing your skin before he painted your shoulders, clavicles, and your neck with the fake blood on his fingertips. He was careful to not get the red and sweet tasting liquid on your short dress, but you messed that up yourself by pulling him close, being desperate for his kiss. And after Sihtric reluctantly broke the kiss, he dipped his fingertips in the remaining blood and trailed his fingers softly down your cheek and down your arms.

'Would you mind some real blood, my dark angel?' he whispered, softly pecking your cheek.

'I wouldn't mind,' you smiled while wondering what he was going to do.

You watched him open a drawer of the cabinet you sat on, and he took out a small pocket knife. Sihtric brought the knife up to his lower lip and made a cut, drawing blood fast and with a heavy flow. He quickly pulled you in with his hand on the back of your head, kissing you hard and deep.

You moaned against his lips as you tasted his blood, and he pulled away to drag his bloody lips down your chin and your throat, leaving a trail of his fresh and warm blood all the way to your cleavage, where he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin and pulled back. He quickly grabbed a clean towel, which you snatched out of his hands and brought it up to his bleeding lip before he could do it himself, and you applied some pressure to stop the bleeding. Sihtric smiled softly again, his arms circling around your waist as he watched you take care of him, again, unlike anyone else he's ever been with. And he thought about how he would kill and die for you in a heartbeat.

'I love you,' his voice was muffled by the towel.

'I love you too,' you chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose.

'I see it's already busy, we really won't be staying long,' Sihtric said as you both looked at the big Halloween decorated house while sitting in his car.

'Okay,' you agreed and gave him a nervous smile.

'Hey,' Sihtric whispered sweetly, taking your hand and cupping your cheek with his other, 'you belong to me,' he kissed your lips softly, 'you're mine, my dark love. I own you, you are my property,' he kissed you again and then cupped both your cheeks, 'the same way I belong to you. I'm yours, my love, and you own me. All of me. I am yours only, I am your property. Remember that,' he smiled.

You were taken aback by his words, feeling your lower abdomen heat up as your heartbeat quickened, and you pulled him closer, kissing him slow, deep and sloppy. You whispered countless "I love you's" to each other in between kisses before you finally got out of the car and walked up to the house.

Sihtric held your hand and led you through the crowded hallway, where you were already taken by surprise when you saw a couple casually having sex on the stairs, with no one batting an eye. You ended up in an even more crowded living room, and Sihtric led you to the table with drinks. You reached to take a cup with some punch, but Sihtric was quick to take your hand and he leaned in to speak in your ear, making you hear him over the music.

'I don't need to try that to know there's something in it,' Sihtric said, 'don't drink anything here which you didn't open yourself, okay, baby?' He kissed your cheek.

'Are you serious?'

'Yes, but everyone here knows that, it's up to everyone if they want a drink with some drugs in it or not. How do you think those orgies happen?' he laughed.

'Goodness,' you chuckled and took a closed can of sprite.

Sihtric pulled you closer and just looked at you, with pupils so large it seemed as if he was high on drugs without having taken any. He was simply so in love with you, and so aroused to have you in his arms in public, that he felt his heart beating out of his chest and his head spun as he heard his blood buzz in his ears. And you felt the same. The feeling was overwhelming but pleasant.

You ran your hand over his mesh shirt, feeling his muscles while you were breathing hard. You were eager and ready for him, for his love. It almost seemed as if the air was drugged too, but it wasn't, this was just the first time being somewhere together, among people, after your intimate night with Sihtric. After he had claimed you, after you had become each other's property. You had never experienced a love like this, but it felt as if it was exactly what you had been looking for your entire life.

'Sihtric,' you said, breathy, but before you could continue Sihtric already did what you wanted to ask; kissing you deeply and passionately, as if you were the only two people in the room while everything and everyone around you drowned out. There was only Sihtric for you, only the feeling of his strong arms around you and the feeling of his hands on your buttocks, squeezing firmly. There was only the taste of his tongue in your mouth and the feeling of his heavy breathing and soft moans against your lips.

'My darkness,' he breathed, his hands trailing up the sides of your body while you dragged your nails down over his barely covered torso, 'my love,' Sihtric said, stealing another kiss before someone called his name, which you both didn't hear, until the same person suddenly grabbed his shoulder, making you both snap out of the hypnotised feeling.

'Sihtric!' a man yelled as he pulled Sihtric in for a hug, which looked awkward as Sihtric still had his arms around you.

'Oh, shit,' Sihtric chuckled, 'hey man,' he said and slapped the man's shoulder.

'How are you doing? Wasn't sure if you'd show up!'

'You know I always try to show up at least for a moment. But I'm good,' Sihtric smiled, and you figured the man he was talking to was his friend, Rypere, the host of the party.

'Yeah, you look good, man! You look happy, and it's been, what, a century since you last smiled?' the man laughed.

'Feels like it,' Sihtric chuckled.

'So who's this then?' the man looked at you with a friendly smile, 'the reason for your happiness?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric pulled you close again and looked at you, 'this is my queen,' he smiled, 'my love.'

Sihtric introduced you to Rypere and you shook his hand.

'An honour to meet you,' Rypere said, 'good to finally see Sihtric with someone who dresses up with him,' he smiled and turned to Sihtric, 'I'm really happy for you, man. I gotta run now, I was on my way to the bathroom, but couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you making out with someone,' Rypere laughed, 'I'll see you two around, yeah? Oh, by the way,' Rypere said, 'remember that blonde you hooked up with once? Banging body, horrible personality?'

'Worst night of my life,' Sihtric sighed, 'what about her?'

'She's here.'

'Ready to go home soon?' Sihtric asked in between kisses.

'Yeah,' you smiled.

You had been at the party for a little over an hour. It wasn't that weird yet, except for the occasional couple having sex out in the open, but as before, no one batted an eye and you really only had eyes for Sihtric, who couldn't keep his hands nor lips off you either.

'Sihtric?' a woman behind you called out, making him look up.

You saw Sihtric's smile fade as his jaw clenched, and he pulled you firm against his chest.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' a blonde woman said as she walked up to him, 'I thought that was you. Didn't recognize you with the new haircut.'

Sihtric didn't say anything.

'You look good,' she smiled, her eyes looking him up and down, 'really good.'

A feeling of hatred came over you when you watched the woman checking out your property.

'What do you want, Skade?' Sihtric asked, agitated.

'Oh, you remember my name?' she mocked, 'I thought you wouldn't remember me. I left you my number, but you never called me.'

'It was a one time thing only, almost half a year ago,' Sihtric said, his face serious as he held you tight.

'I know there were no strings attached,' Skade smiled, 'but I always hoped you'd call…'

'I had no reason to call you,' Sihtric retorted, 'I didn't even save your number.'

Skade's smile faded, and if looks could kill, Sihtric would've dropped dead right there. Then she looked at you, with her piercing blue eyes, and she grinned.

'Is this your new hook up?' she asked, looking back at Sihtric.

'She is none of your business,' Sihtric spat, 'nor is my life.'

'You're lucky,' Skade smiled at you, insincere, 'at least half of the people in this room want a night with him.'

Skade trailed her fingers down Sihtric's biceps, but before you could react, Sihtric shook her hand off his arm.

'Do not touch me!' he growled.

'Relax,' Skade laughed and clicked her tongue, 'I'm only playing. I remember what you feel like,' she said, trailing her fingers over his arm again.

You huffed and harshly slapped her hand off him this time.

'He belongs to me,' you hissed and stared into her eyes, hearing Sihtric chuckle in your ear as he pulled you closer again.

'Does he?' Skade scoffed, 'did he chain you up too?'

'No,' you gave her a cocky look, 'but I tasted his blood,' you said, leaning closer to Skade, giving her a threatening look, 'I. Own. Him.'

Skade's face turned bitter, full of envy and spite, and she saw Sihtric smile before he buried his face in your neck, planting kisses and gently biting your earlobe. You smiled at Skade as you let Sihtric show his undying affection and love for you.

'I love you, my queen,' Sihtric smiled and ran his tongue over your lips before he kissed you in the sloppiest way possible.

Skade's face twitched with rage and jealousy as she watched him kiss you.

'I could've tasted his blood too!' she snarled.

Sihtric broke the kiss and gave her a confused and annoyed look.

'You?' he scoffed, 'never. You couldn't even finish me off.'

You chuckled at his words and kissed his neck, until Skade suddenly raked her fingers through your hair.

'What the fuck?' you grimaced.

'Keep your fucking hands off her!' Sihtric barked and pushed her away, 'I do not want you in my life, so you best stay away if you know what's good for you,' he then took your hand and pulled you close again, 'come, baby, let's go home.'

'I just wanted to feel her pretty hair,' Skade smiled as she watched you walk out, 'we could've had fun, you know, the three of us. It's your loss, Sihtric!' she looked at you, then back at Sihtric, 'your loss,' she said again.

'Are you okay, my love?' Sihtric asked, leaning over to your seat while you both sat in his car.

'Yeah,' you scoffed lightly, 'that was just really fucking weird. Her whole energy just,' you shivered, 'yuck.' You took Sihtric's face in your hands, 'but are you okay?'

'I'm good,' he smiled, 'but I'm really sorry. If I knew she was here I never would've went.'

'How did you hook up with her in the first place?'

'Rypere's birthday party earlier this year,' Sihtric sighed, 'I was feeling really low and empty at that time. She came onto me and she ended up going home with me. I thought maybe I'd feel better after some sex,' he snorted, 'but I only felt worse.'

'What happened?'

'I chained her up, we had sex, sort of… I mean, she finished in no time, and told me to keep going, so I did,' Sihtric sighed, 'but she gets off by degrading people. She suddenly spat in my face and started to downtalk me. Seeing my history with mental abuse, I immediately stopped and told her to go home. She started to argue, we had a falling out and I basically had to force her out of my house. It was really fucked up, but clearly she had a better experience than me.'

'Sihtric,' you caressed his cheeks, 'baby, I'm so sorry.'

'Shh,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you closer, 'we'll never have to mention her name ever again. Everything is good now.'

He kissed you softly and took you back to his house. You again showered together and Sihtric asked if you were still up for trying something new, but the whole situation with Skade had thrown your energy off, so you told him you just wished to cuddle up in bed, which he happily did.

Skade went home, bitter and angry. She wanted to be Sihtric's love, only she deserved to be called his queen. Not you.

She lit her candles and sat down. She chanted words and threw the few strands of your hair, which she had retrieved from you at the party, in the flames and she screamed, casting her curse;

'As I do this candle spell, bring my enemy three days of hell.

With this candle black, black as night, I bring her pain and torment tonight.

Dukes of darkness, kings of Hell, make her life all but well.

When three days of torment have passed,

I ask to bring her death and end her pain at last!'

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celestial-witchposter · 1 month

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Home Protections: Methods and Magick that Guard a Witch's Home

Normally, I make a point not to share the exact protections I've made around my home. However, in the interest of keeping this community open and communicative, I think it's best to show how I keep my home safe from negative people and energies.

This will be focused on what I do for my *apartment*, not my altar or my person, which I may feature in a later post.

Smudging/Smoke cleansing - I feel like this is one of the most basic skills in a witch's arsenal, as it were. For smudge sticks, I recommend plants that grow in your area. For me that's garden sage, lavender, cedar, mugwort, and rose petals. You can make your own smudge sticks by binding stalks of these herbs together with pure cotton string. You can even collect and dry your own herbs for this purpose. As for incense, my favorite overall is jasmine but for smoke cleansing and protection I opt for Wild Berry Sage and Santo or Ispalla Palo Santo & Rue incense sticks. I tend to avoid buying whole palo santo sticks or white sage smudge bundles, though I do inevitably end up with them as gifts.

Protection oils - its ridiculously easy to make your own blends, though it can get expensive. My favorite at the moment is a blend of cedar, juniper, clove, mugwort, and bergamot in a base of olive oil so I can wear it as well as anoint with it. Be careful the surface you use these on - I wouldn't recommend finished hardwoods, for instance, unless you've diluted it in a spray or cleaner. Diluted vinegar is my favorite for non-porous surfaces (like linoleum, tile, or tabletops), with one part each of vinegar and water, and a few drops of oil.

Sound cleansing - whether you prefer singing bowls, a bell, singing, or playing music or chants on a speaker, sound has a powerful impact on the energy in a space. Just think of the difference music makes in the energy of a cafe versus a club. Sanctify and purify your space with sacred sound and music, or simply get your house spirits dancing while you clean! There is so much to choose from with this option.

Charms and amulets - There are. So many different ways to protect your home. A partial list of my favorites include: Witch bells, railroad spikes, hagstones, pentacles, spell bags, spell bottles, most black or white crystals (onyx, black tourmaline, obsidian, selenite, clear quartz), and of course the evil eye. More specific charms include dream catchers to catch and prevent nightmares, and horseshoes turned in the shape of a 'u' to catch the good luck entering your home.

Runes, bindrunes, and rune staves - my personal favorite being the Elder Futhark rune Algiz ᛉ, which you can either use on its own, or combine with other runes to create a bind rune (where the different runes share a single base line and you draw each rune onto it), or what is known as a rune stave, which is a sigil of your own making consisting of multiple runes. There's no exact science to this, many different types of staves have been found that were used for many different purposes, both lingual and magickal, over the centuries. For example, I seal many of my spell bottles with a simple, even cross (like a crossroads) with the end of each line forking three ways like an Algiz. Here is a more complicated stave that protects the entrance to my home, which I drew in white candle wax on the bottom of my door mat.

In the center, I bring the focus to Jera ᛃ, the year, to represent each season and a full cycle, good harvests, restful winters, bountiful springs, etc. To protect and bring prosperity year round.

The middle cross represents the values the rune protects in my home: Algiz ᛉ, is for protection, Pertho ᛈ is for play, joy, and laughter, Othila ᛟ, for home and family, and Kenaz ᚲ, for the torch or hearth.

The outermost circle is the protective ring in envisioning around the house. I invoke Isa I, or the ice, to freeze out and make unwelcome any who would wish to do us harm. Gebo X is a symbol of giving and taking. Reciprocity is important in any relationship, whether with the earth or with friends, and any who pass through our doors and receive our generosity as hosts I want to instill with this giving spirit.

Salt - This one is the simplest. So simple in fact it ought to have been first. Salt has such rich history and folklore from all around the world, I won't even begin to touch on all of it. But its essential role in our bodies and lives is undeniable. Not only is it nutritionally necessary, and a wonderful preservative, but it is also the earth's most powerfully protective mineral. You don't need anything special, in fact it's best to just buy the cheapest you can because if you're getting into spellwork, you're going to be using a lot of it. It can be mixed with ashes from your spells and incense, herb blends, and blessings to make different witches salts. Aunt Lucinda from The Spiderwick Chronicles wasn't as crazy as she seemed for having a line of salt in each doorway and windowsill. Be careful using salt outdoors, as too much kills any plant, and too much around small children and pets simply because they'll eat anything.

Prayers, affirmations, and incantations - these will of course be extremely personal. They can be as simple as saying "I am protected" or "I am guarded" etc., as you walk your house. You can make symbols or sigils with the movement of your hands. You can pray to a deity if you choose. A personal favorite of mine is to incant as I smoke cleanse, rotating my incense or smudge stick counterclockwise (to release, dispel, or banish - clockwise to attract) and say "I release that which does not serve me. I banish that which would do me harm."

For all of these, *intention* is going to be your best friend. Visualize a white, protective light filling your home, pushing the shadows from every crevice, and let your power and the powers you trust to call on shield you from any harmful energy that may come your way. Some of these will have to be redone yearly, or monthly, some I only do when I feel the need for something particularly strong, like when an evil eye breaks or a string of ill fortune strikes, and sickness or an unwanted person has been in the house. Let your intuition guide you.

Hope you enjoyed, let me know what I should share next!

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spnfic85 · 1 year

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Thor planning a nursery surprise

Warnings: Pregnancy mentioned, fluff, just sweet Thor tbh

Words: 338

Author’s Note: I had this spinning around my head for a while, and finally was able to edit it to something I’m not completely embarrassed by 😅 I’m debating a few different options for Thor and his Lovvie, but this was something that was set in my heart from early on. He absolutely would have dived head first into creating their cribs/cradles

Headcannon from First There Was Love... series & Masterlist ❤️

Of course the God of Fertility would want to plan his own children’s nursery.

He would end up out in the woods finding the perfect tree to make a cradle for each.

Only the best for tiny Thors.

He’d get so invested in it, Y/N would find him scouring YouTube and Etsy.

Sketching his grand designs.

The nursery would ABSOLUTELY be off limits to Y/N.

Issa surprise.

Thor DID let Tony install tech on the door to restrict said nosy Y/N.

There are bangs, drills, saws, curses, and a few claps of thunder.

But when Thor finally tells Y/N it’s ready, he’s giddy with excitement.

Thor chuckles, “Are your eyes closed?? Are you sure?” while he walks awkwardly behind Y/N holding his hands over her eyes

And then he finally lets her see...

The nursery looks like a little forest grove.

Soft creams and pale greens adorn the walls, with magical trees growing from the corners.

Centered in the room, with gauzy white chiffon gathered around the pair, were two handmade cradles. They carried carvings, one on each to mirror each other of their grandfather’s ravens; Huginn and Muninn. Their wings arched along the head of the cradles, as if to embrace the babe that would be dreaming there.

Hanging above the heads of each cradle were beautiful sparkling crystal likenesses of Mjolnir, miniature light catchers that when the sun hit them, made rainbows stretch across the sky blue bedding.

Y/n smiled, running her finger over the familiar fabric as Thor’s arms wrapped around her from behind to gently hold her heavy belly as she leaned against him.

“Your mother’s cape?” She asks with tears teasing the corners of her eyes.

He hummed softly in response, only making her heart ache understanding he wanted his mother to be able to hold them, even if just for a while...

Gentle kicks against Thor’s palm told him that the two souls who resided in his love were soon going to be filling these cradles, and filling both his and Y/N’s hearts.

#thor x reader #Thor Odinson #protective thor #dad!thor #thor #fluff #thor x y/n #thor x plus size reader #pregnant reader #pregnancy #fluffy fluff

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dp-marvel94 · 9 months

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Face to Face - Epilogue

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

First -> Last

Word Count: 5,791

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note: Hi friends! It's been a while. Honestly, I was putting off posting this, the last chapter of Face to Face, because it intimidated me. 😅 But I really wanted to wrap this up by the end of the year. So we're finally here! I'm so excited to share the ending with you guys.

Also in honor of finishing this fic, I wanted to share this loving art made by @lilianade-comics on Tumblr. Check out this lovely scene from chapter 51 here!

Happy Reading!

Six months later.

“I must have been here a dozen times at least. And your lair still surprises me every time.” Sidney said, eyes surveying the room.

Danny leaned back on his couch, giving a chuckle. “Hey, I’m just working with what I have. I think the Hobbit vibes are pretty cool.”

“I figured you would want something more modern and sci fi.” His friend shrugged.

The halfa raised a brow. “Like an underground bunker? Nah.” He shook his head. “As cool as quarters on the Enterprise would be, or the inside of the TARDIS…. It just didn’t feel right. Plus,” He shrugged. “I like to be comfy.”

“It is definitely that.”

True to what Danny had imagined all those months ago, the underground house was cozy, warm, and homey. Wooden floors and paneling. Circular rooms and round doorways. The furniture was simple, warm, reddish maple-wood beds, chairs, and sofas accenting each room. Multiple rugs covered the floors and carefully selected books filled one book shelf. Other decorative objects and nick-nacks covered the walls, end tables, and other surfaces.

Some were brought from the material realm. One of his model rockets. A blob ghost plush that had been made by his dad. A Black orchid, a gift from Sam, sat in one corner, a Femalien Poster from Tucker on the wall above it. A shadow box with tickets and a glossy photo of the siblings, smiling in their bowties and fezzes with a certain actor; for Christmas his sister had bought him tickets to Comic Con and a Meet and Greet with Doctor Who actor Matt Smith.

Some objects were picked up from various trips through the Realms. There was a black and white lamp from Sidney’s lair that gave off gray light. A drum head on the wall sported an animated image of blue fire; he’d gotten that when Johnny and Kitty had taken him to see their friend Ember perform.

And some were manifested by the lair itself. A painting of a The Library with swirling spectral clouds in the background. Snow globes from different places he’d visited: Sid’s lair, The Library, Dora’s kingdom, Ember’s concert hall venue. And…. the halfa smiled softly at this last object… photo of his family and two best friends, Danny grinning in the middle in ghost form.

“Jeepers! What is this?!” Sidney’s voice interrupted the half ghost’s musing.

Danny’s gaze flickered to the object of his friend’s attention. “Oh. That? It was a Christmas present from Mom.” He jabbed a thumb at the kitchen counter where a ceramic cookie jar sported half a dozen eyes and pointy teeth around the lid, threatening approaching hands. He grinned. “It’s a Mimic.”

“A Mimic…” For just a moment, Sidney’s black and white brow wrinkled. Then… “Like from that Dungeon and Dragons game Tucker told me about?!”

“Yep.” Danny nodded.

“Fighting a monster like that… that must be the bee’s knees!” The half ghost could practically see the stars in his friend’s eyes.

“You’re still invited to our games any time you want to join.” Danny raised a brow.

“This section of the Realms needs its own group.” Sidney crossed his arms, pouting slightly.

“Dora might like it… and Ember.” The half ghost grinned toothily. “She’s already literally a bard.” He tapped his chin. “Maybe we can get Ghost Writer to let us use a room in his lair.”

“The Library is not the most convenient location though; it’s far away from everyone but me.”

“Hum.” Danny’s brow furrowed, considering. “That’s fair.” Sidney’s lair was the closest to the Library by far. But the other’s…. Ember’s lair was about the same distance from the portal as Sidney’s, except in the exact opposite direction. And Dora’s lair was vaguely below his, a leisurely forty-five minute flight down. If anything…. Danny blinked. “I’m in the middle.”

“You sure are, buster.” Sidney raised a brow, looking at him as if it was obvious.

The half ghost took a second to process and then laughed. “It’s always like that, huh?”

Getting in between the Lunch Lady and his friends. Helping Dora and other ghosts get back to the portal. Making friends with people in this part of the Zone. He rolled his eyes at the irony. The literal half ghost always stuck in the middle. Or rather… maybe he’d chosen to place himself there.

“So I guess we’d meet here. Or…” An idea had been swimming around in his head. A place for the ghosts on this side of the portal to gather, to bond, to help each other and…. “So I’d been thinking-”

Just then, the black rectangular device clipped to the belt of Danny’s suit chimed. “Oh. That’s probably my parents.” He detached the communicator– made by his parents, with Tucker’s help, to work across dimensions and designed to look like the ones from Star Trek– and flipped it open.

His brow furrowed. “I’m not late for dinner, am I? Didn’t think I’d been gone that long.”

“No sweetie.” His mom’s voice sounded from the other end. “I’m sorry to interrupt your hang-out with Sidney. But Mr. Jenkins called from the Salvage Yard about a ghost problem.”

The boy sighed, head rolling back on the couch to look up at the ceiling. “Is it Technus again?”

“It sounded like it.” The wince was almost audible in her voice. “Your father and I would go but Mr. Jenkins asked for Phantom… very insistently.”

Another sigh. “I’ll be right there.” Danny hung up, putting the communicator back on his belt before burying his head in his hand.

“Technus again?” Sidney rose a brow.

The halfa looked up, fixing an eye on his friend. “ I mean, I’m fine with him hanging out in the material world and tinkering with stuff. But…” The halfa groaned. “He keeps trying to blow things up the salvage yard.”

The ghostly nerd chuckled. “All that new fangled modern technology…. That beatnik must think he died and gone to heaven.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “He will if I have to tell him to stop stealing other people’s stuff one more time.”

Sidney shook his head. “You know it’s hard to keep a ghost from his obsession.” Then tapping his chin, he mused. “But maybe if he had his own place to experiment…”

“Hum…” Danny furrowed his brow, considering. He floated up. “Gotta go.” He pointed at the black and white ghost. “I’m serious, you should come to our D&D games next Saturday. Think about it?”

“I will.” The other ghost nodded, also rising. “See you later.”

The two exited through the lair’s door, Sidney flying into the green atmosphere of the Zone. Danny flew up, towards the portal. The clear dome around the structure parted with his presence and he entered.

The boy drifted over the carefully cultivated plants, a particularly energetic snap-dragon snapping at his heel. “Hey! I don’t have time to play right now.” He bent down, patting the petly approximation of a draconic head.

Danny stood again and continued, passing the beds of black lettuce. A ghostly blue lizard darted between the squash vines. In the flowering tiger shrub, a tiny green bird cooed. Other plants were scattered over the area, glowing insects, some as large as his fist, buzzing over them. The boy couldn’t help but smile. Only six months and there was already so much after-life here on his little island.

The half ghost arrived in the middle, the frame of the portal surprisingly at home among the vegetation. Though… green no longer swirled in the frame; instead, black and yellow painted doors blocked the entrance. His parents had installed a set on either side to keep out unwanted visitors.

But Danny, of course, wasn’t an unwanted visitor. With a quick scan of his palm on the panel beside the door, they parted. He flew through, just as the doors on the human-world side opened too.

At the sound, both parents looked up from their work. “Danny-boy!” His dad smiled with a wave. “You want one of us to come with you?”

“Nah. I’m just gonna try and talk to Technus again.” The halfa waved off the concern. He floated up, towards the ceiling.

His dad looked almost disappointed at the decline; trust Jack Fenton to always be ready and eager to soak an annoyance in ectoplasmic goo, whether they were ghost or human. Still both adults accepted the statement.

“Knock his socks off, son! And be careful!” “We’ll do great, sweetie! Call us if you need anything!”

With his parents’ words of encouragement rising in his ears, Danny phased through the ceiling and zoomed off.

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Banging, clanging, and shouting rang through Mr. Jenkins’ Salvage Yard.

“It’s finished!” Maniacal laughing sounded “Finally finished! I-”

“Finished?! What in tarnation even is-.” A sudden crash. “Woah!’”

“Ah. A few more finishing touches and…” A sparking, sizzling hiss…

“Where did you get a welding gun? Wait! Is that my coffee maker?!”

The ghost scoffed. “It’s not like you were using it.”

“I used it this mornin’, you-”

Danny arrived just as Technus flipped up his face shield. “Tada! My greatest creation!” The ghost spread his arms, grinning proudly.

“You stole my French Press!” Mr. Jenkins yelled.

“Ghost Child!” The adult ghost ignored him, eyes lighting up at Phantom’s arrival. “You arrived just in time to watch!”

Danny fixed Technus with a skeptical look. “What’s going on here?”

“As I was saying, I Technus! Master of all things electronic and beeping have finished my greatest creation yet!” The ghost motioned again, to a tracker-trailer sized collection of mismatched metal parts.

Well, that wasn’t here the last time. “Technus… where did you get all this stuff?”

Just then, a frantic woman came running out of the square building sitting among all the old cars. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I don’t understand how, but the office phone is gone. So are the fax machine and the microwave. And all the computers and-” Her eyes widened, voice squeaking as she spotted Technus. “Not you again!”

“That’s my computer?!” Jenkin’s eyes bulged, his face turning red. “I already told you, this ain’t a junkyard. You can’t take whatever you want!”

“These machines are just sitting here, wasting away! I had to do something with all this beautiful technology.”

“What’s it even supposed to be!?”

“An ingenious invention! And greatly needed!” The green skinned ghost held a finger up. “What kind of junk yard doesn’t have a car-crusher?”

“You’re nuttier than a fruitcake.” Jenkins pointed accusingly at Technus. “This ain’t no junk yard! We’re a salvage yard. We sell used parts!”

“Salvage yard.” Technus rolled his eyes. “That’s ridiculous. You’re just jealous of my brilliance, old man!”

“At least I made it past half a century!” The older man spat.

“I, Technus! Made it to 52, thank you very much! 52 years and then felled by my own unstable experiment! Oh, to die in the pursuit of science! What a glorious send-off! And don’t you know about that, Halfa child! Still wearing that hip and sweet hazmat suit-”

“We are not talking about my death.” Danny interrupted pointedly. “Now-”

“Of course! Enough of this. You came to see my genius!” The mad scientist darted around the metal monstrosity, lab coat flapping behind him.

“Phantom! Stop him!” Mr. Jenkins cried.

“You heard him, Technus.” The ghost boy crossed his arms. “Don’t make me get out the thermos.”

The older ghost ignored the reprimanded, eagerly grabbing at the machine’s controls. “First! The claw will shoot out and snag the car we want. Now which one…” His brow furrowed, then turning and pointing at a red, old-looking convertible. “Ah! That sad sorry hunk of junk will do.”

“Technus! We talked about this!” Danny drove forward, arms out to pull the other ghost away from the controls.

At the same time… “ No! That’s-” Mr. Jenkins sounded panicked.

Danny surged forward but faster than he could process, the mad scientist blinked out of the way. He missed, tumbling in the air and barely missing the side of the car-crushed machine.

The clawed arm lashed out, clamping around the truck. The metal fingers snapped closed with an agonizing crunch of metal and glass.

“Must be out of practice.” Danny mumbled. Then, he lit his hands with ecto-energy, “Technus, I’m warning you!”

“And now! My hyper-efficient car-crusher will reduce this rust bucket to scrap in seconds!” The other ghost laughed maniacally, jamming one of the lever’s down.

“No! No! No!” Mr. Jenkins sounded near… tears?

The arm pulled the car forward, the headlights meeting the jaws of the crusher with a stomach-turning crunch.

“Look! My funky fresh creation is working perfectly!”

The ghost boy let his shot lose, the ecto-energy knocking the other ghost away.

“No! That’s my car!!” Mr. Jenkins fell to his knees.

Danny darted in front of the control panel. His eyes widened. So many buttons, nobs, and levers…. Lights blinked in front of him. Frantic, the boy jabbed at different controls.

“My Oldsmobile!” Beside him, Mr. Jenkins was definitely crying. “That was Pa’s. Me and Pa fixed it up before he passed. No!”

The halfa’s eyes flashed. “How do you turn this thing off?” He turned to the other ghost, demanding.

Technus floated there for a moment, eyes wide and startled. He stared, the previous mad joy completely evaporated, even as he took in his invention. After a blink, his gaze moved from the machine to the devastated human man. The ghost’s face scrunched up, brow wrinkling. Then…

He flew back to the controls. Wordlessly, the mad scientist pushed a series of buttons, metal crunching uglily all the while. He pulled a final lever and the sound of gears and breaking glass stopped.

Quiet fell and Danny sighed, shoulders untensing. Still, he nervously fingered at the thermo’s lid. “Technus, you know I don’t have any problem with you hanging around Amity Park. Tinkering by itself is fine. But when you start taking other people’s things and destroying property…. I can’t let that stand.”

“But it’s just an old car…” The older ghost fixed his head down, voice oddly subdued.

“It’s Mr. Jenkins’ car.” Danny pointed. “It belongs to him.” His tone sharpened. “I wouldn’t come in your lair and mess with your laboratory. Take your inventions without asking. You can’t do that to Mr. Jenkins.”

A long, tense pause fell over the yard. The sound of gravel shifting at the human man stood, as his assistant nervously shuffled. Danny could feel both adult’s eyes on him but his own gaze was fixed on the ghost and his tight, unreadable expression. Technus had stopped the crusher but… why? Did he understand? The boy’s stomach turned, anxiously hoping. That the ghost had listened, that he could find a peaceful resolution.

Technus’s grip on the control panel’s levers tightened. “It seems, I, Technus, made an error. The first tenant of the scientific method…. I failed to gather all the important background information.”

Mr. Jenkins looked up, angrily whipping his face. “You don’t say.”

“I got so excited, I forgot to ask for permission to use the junk…”

“Hey! It’s not-” The human started objecting.

“Or to think about whether the invention would be useful here. I mean, who ever heard of a junkyard without a car-crusher? But apparently, you don’t need one. Which does not make any sense to me. Still, I should not have taken your things and-”

“That’s all fine and good. But my car’s still trashed.” Jenkins interrupted, scowling at the crushed vehicle.

“An honest mistake.” Technus winced. “And…” He held up a finger. “Give me a second.” He darted over to the wreckage. “Here, let me…”

The mad scientist ghost waved his hands over the debris. His aura sparked, spreading out and enveloping the twisted metal and shards of glass. The pieces trembled slightly, rising with a jerk. Technus’ fingers moved as if he was counting, typing, or playing an instrument. The wreckage floated and flowed, swirling in the air and coming together. It coalesced into…

“Well I’ll be damned.” Mr. Jenkins said breathily.

Danny’s eyes widened, just as amazed. “How? You… you-”

“Fixed it!” Technus swung around, arms spread. “I fixed it!”

Sure enough, the car sat in front of them, whole and intact.

The on-lookers just blinked for a long moment. Then…

“My car!” Mr. Jenkins practically ran forward. “Bessie! You’re alright!” He flopped onto the hood, arms spreading wide as if hugging the vehicle. “Better than alright!” Eyes wide and gleeful, he wiped at a spot over the headlights. “That blasted scratch is gone!”

The human man kept cooing over his car and Danny laughed. “He’s worse than my dad with the GEV.” The boy rolled his eyes. Then… “Seriously though. Putting it back together like that…. that was incredible, Technus. Thank you for fixing this.”

“Pst.” The ghost shrugged off the thanks. “It was child’s play!” He laughed almost maniacally.

“Can you uh… put back the rest of the office?” The assistant asked meekly.

Technus’ eyes flickered to her, briefly looking disappointed, before he scoffed. “Can I put the rest of the office back?” He waved his arms, green light again spreading and enveloping the metal pieces. “Easier than differential calculus. Can I, Technus, master of all things mechanical, put it back? Please.”

The different pieces separated, flying off in seemingly random directions, while the mad scientist mumbled to himself.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jenkins looked up from his car. “I didn’t know you could fix things like this, Technus. Incredible!” He popped open the trunk, gaze flickering over the various parts. “She’s as good as new.” He reached inside, tapping something. “Say. One of the new tow-trucks is acting squirrely. Some kind of malfunction with that fancy new, space-age onboard computers. Can’t make head ‘r tails of it. Take a look and maybe I can find some spare parts for you to tinker with.”

Parts continued to swirl away, the car-crusher growing smaller and smaller. Technus tapped his chin. “Is this a problem worthy of I! Technus’ vast expertise!?”

For a moment, both Mr. Jenkins and his assistant looked worried, concerned eyes searching Danny.

The ghost boy nodded sagely. “Of course! Computer technology is so advanced now. Especially in cars! They definitely need someone as genius as you to fix it. Plus free parts!” The half ghost spread his arms. “You can’t pass up a deal like that!”

“You’re right, Ghost Child!” With a final flourish, the last remnants of the disastrous car crusher vanished, the components returning to their proper places. “Come Jenkins!” The mad scientist quickly floated away. “Show me this tow-truck!”

“Not so fast! We mere humans can’t fly!” The human man jogged after.

Danny gave another chuckle at the pair. He flew after them.

“Here it is.” Mr. Jenkins panted, motioning to the car. He unlocked the door and slid into the seat. “The problem is, anytime I start up the car…” He pressed the ignition. “See?”

The ghost nodded from where he leaned over, observing. “Ah! That is confounding! First, let me try…”

The half ghost watched two for several minutes. His eyes slowly widened, anxious core lossening. The two talked and hypothesized, bouncing ideas off of each other.

“Try it again.” Technus instructed.

Mr. Jenkins pressed the start button again. A pause. “Well, I’ll be.”

The mad scientist laughed. “I told you, old geezer. No electronical problem can overcome my genius!”

The human rolled his eyes, good naturedly. “Old geezer? Ya didn’t know what a computer was until last month.”

They were… getting along? “This is great! See.” Danny gave an encouraging smile and spread his arms. “Technus can help you out with stuff like this and you can give him some spare parts to work with. How does that sound, Mr Jenkins? Technus?”

The human tapped his chin. “You know, my brother’s got an auto shop. He’s always needin’ help. Maybe we can work something out.”

“I’m listening…” The green-skinned ghost nodded, face serious. Even as his aura flickered excitedly.

“I’ll give Perry a call and…”

The two talked for a few more minutes. Hope bloomed in Danny’s heart, a smile slowly parting his lips. They had this. Coming up with a compromise together. Without him. In fact…

The ghost boy turned to leave. “I’m going to go check on your assistant and everything in the office. Shout if you need me.”

The two barely acknowledged him, simply waving as they both chuckled over something.

Danny flew away, shaking his head. Moments later, he knocked at the office door. “It’s Phantom.”

There was a shout to enter and the boy did so. His eyes flickered over the room. Slightly disarrayed but… there was the microwave, the phone, the computer.

The assistant looked up from the desk. “Mr. Jenkins is okay, right? I haven’t heard any screaming recently.”

Danny laughed. “Yeah, he’s fine. Him and Technus are working out tech-help for spare parts.”

The woman blanched. “Is that wise?”

The boy nodded. “Giving the guy something to focus on will be good for him. And I’m sure Mr. Jenkins could use the help.”

The assistant’s brow furrowed thoughtfully. “I guess you have a point.” Her face smoothed out, smiling gratefully at him. “Thank you, by the way, for coming and helping with all this.”

“It’s just what I do.” Danny shrugged. “No big deal.”

“Seriously. This all wouldn’t still be standing without you.” She motioned around her vaguely. “We’d be in a mess without you, Phantom.”

“Well then…” The boy blushed at the praise. “You’re welcome… uh, I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Nancy.” She smiled.

“Nancy.” Danny gave a nod. “Everything’s good here so I’m going to head out. Give FentonWorks a call if you need anything.”

“I will.”

With a wave, the half ghost drifted up and phased through the ceiling. He flew over the salvage yard, catching a glimpse of the two men, one human and one ghost. Mr. Jenkins leaned against the vehicle, arms crossed casually. Technus floated, head lifted to the sky. His unique brand of laughter carried on the wind, the human’s hearty chuckle just as real and vibrant below it.

Danny beamed down at the scene. “Yeah. They’re going to be fine.”

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Danny returned home to his ghost researcher parents, both proudly congratulating him on peacefully dealing with Technus. After which of course, both had to blather on about their latest inventions. The boy fondly rolled his eyes.

He tried to invisibly sneak up on his big sister, the super-powered little brother’s prerogative. To his chagrin, he was unsuccessful though; before he could even think of turning her chair intangible, she turned the spray bottle on him like he was a misbehaving cat.

He logged onto Doom and played with his best friends. The boss of the current level decimated their party three times before they gave up for now and started on a new side quest. All the while, they talked about new movies, rumors and gossip at school, Ember’s upcoming concert, and convincing Sidney to join them for D&D.

Family and friends. Ghosts and humans and the two somehow, miraculously existing together. All this and more, in a day in the life of a half ghost.

And now, during the darkest part of the night, that eerie time between the late night and early morning, the Haunting Hour. Now, Danny Fenton-Phantom floated on his back, suspended in the air above the Ops Center.

Blobby snuggled against him, tiny paws kneading biscuits into his side. The smaller ghost purred loudly, now firmly settled into something between a very cat-like blob and a blob-like cat. The boy gently stroked his pet, idly scrolling through his phone.

A text notification pinged and Danny laughed, typing back.

Danny: that’s the most cursed meme i’ve ever seen

Another cursed follow up. And another. Danny snorted, sending his own.

Tucker: 😵 ☠️ Deed. Y u stil up thoigh?

Danny: Dude it’s spooky hour. Getting my haunt on.

Tucker: U lucky basterd. Ony need 4 hrs of skeep

Danny: 😜 Y r u still up?

Tucker: Doom. newd new armor.

Tucker: 😵 stupd skelton killed me😭

Danny: Go to sleep!

Tucker: Neverrttt5454er66wreeqwsd

Danny: ?

Tucker: dropped phome on my face

Tucker: maybe i shoud slep

Danny: You think? 🤨

Tucker: One more meme!

Tucker: Phantomceiling.mov

Tucker: wrong file. 😴🥱😫 Sry. Gd night Danny

Danny laughed softly, shaking his head at his sleepy friend. He could imagine it, Tucker half-way across town, drifting off at his computer, gaming with one hand and texting with the other. No wonder the skeletons, the freaking easiest monster in the game, managed to kill him.

And he sent a random video? Danny tilted his head at the file name, pressing play.

“Woah!” Tucker’s excited voice cheered.

The camera shifted wildly, a blurry tan surface covering the screen. The crispness of the image wavered, in and out until…. tiny, glow-in-the-dark stars shifted into focus. On the… ceiling? Why did Tucker have a video of his bedroom ceiling?

“I can’t even believe this, I’m floating!” This friend’s voice cheered.

The half ghost’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering. This video, the one Tucker made while swinging from the ceiling. Meaning….

The image titled, pointed directly above and… Black suit, white hair, sparkling green eyes paned into view. Danny felt his heart squeeze.

“Say hi, Danny.” Tucker laughed.

“Hi Danny.” The ghost stuck out his tongue, giving a wave.

“Hi Phantom.” The boy smiled softly, waving back.

This video… he’d forgotten about it completely. Hadn’t even realized they had any video from when he was split, all those months ago. And now…

On the screen, Tucker grunted in effort, Phantom’s face deceptively even, eyes twinkling with suppressed mirth.

And now, Danny could remember it like it was yesterday. His feet planted firmly on the ceiling, one hand in Tucker’s, his familiar weightlessness spread through the contact. That was him, trying to hold back his laughter. And yet…

“Come… on.” His friend shouted in frustration. “Come on!” Two voices burst out in laughter, one higher pitched- obviously Sam. And the other….

The camera panned. Black hair, blue eyes pinched closed, mouth open with his laughter.

“Hi, Fenton.” His eyes crinkled, a fond mirth.

Danny remembered this too. Busting a gut at a constipated-looking Tucker, bent over with his chortles, Sam rolling her eyes at his comment. That was him. And yet…

After re-fusing, it had felt like he’d been asleep for a long time. Like he hadn’t really been present; it was all a dream. And yet, he had been right there. He remembered everything. It was like he told Jazz, all those months ago. He was Phantom and Fenton. Fenton and Phantom had been him. And yet he, the Danny thinking this thought, hadn’t really been there. But now….

The video continued, the camera passed around as Tucker cheered, swinging like a pendulum. As Sam had her turn, laughing hysterically the entire time. As Jazz screamed to be put down, before admitting that it wasn’t so bad. All the while, Danny chuckled at the scene. His smile grew, something soft and precious and fond.

“Wait… how?” Tucker wrinkled his brow. “I don’t get it.”

“He’s tapping into our powers.” Phantom righted himself in the air. “I mean, I’m the ghost so I’m technically the one with the powers right now. But we’re still the same person.”

“So I can kinda use them if we’re touching.” Fenton explained. “I uhh… actually turned myself intangible last night, when Phantom did it and I was touching him.”

The video ended there, Fenton and Phantom side by side. The human’s brow wrinkled in thought. The ghost mid-nod, agreeing.

And Danny’s heart squeezed, something nostalgic. “Guys. We made it.” A finger brushed the screen. As if he could reach back to then and reassure both halves of himself. “We made it.”

Danny remembered that day where it started. Sitting with his friends, his burger falling through his hands. That was the final straw, the moment that changed everything. It led to his fateful decision to go through the ghost catcher. A bad decision but it had left him all the better. It had taught him many hard won lessons, changing the way he saw his friends, his parents, and most importantly himself.

And those lessons…. Danny remembered, his dream the night he re-merged.

“I’m going to be okay.” A soft, swirling gratitude. “I won’t forget what I learned when I was you guys. I’ll remember.”

Danny hadn’t forgotten. He’d come back to himself, like finally coming home. And he’d found that he was more. More than just Phantom plus Fenton. More than just human plus ghost.

Letting out a sigh, the ghost boy lowered himself in the air, down to the roof of the Ops Center. To the camping chair left out here for his nightly star gazing. Blobby curled into his lap, the halfa giving gentle pets. His head drifted up, towards the sky.

And he let himself remember his last night as two halves of himself.

Danny closed his eyes and he was back there. Sitting side by side. Pointing out constellations and telling stories, one arm around his other half. And at the same time, drifting off to sleep to the echoing voice, his body comfortably leaned against the familiar chilly presence.

“Hey, I’m very witty. You just happen to share my brain.” The ghost grinned, roughly ruffling his counterpart’s hair. “Can’t get one over on you, can I?”

“I’m the pun master.” Fenton chuckled, leaning into the touch.

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are.” Phantom teased.

A chuckle at the memory. Seeing this from both sides really shouldn’t make sense. Yet it couldn’t be more clear…

“I love you too.” The human muttered, rolling his eyes.

The ghost stilled, his free hand dropping out of the black hair. His core squeezed, jovial teasing giving way to a soft and quiet joy. The tiredness radiated off of his other self, heavy enough that he was starting to get silly. But those words…. Every syllable was real.

Phantom breathed. Teasing and joking was familiar, comfortable even. He was even used to transparency, tender honesty. But this…. The arm still around his human half tightened, his free arm circling around Fenton’s front. He had said earlier, if they had anything else to say to each other while they were still split, they should say it.

Ghost Danny completed the hug. “I do love you.”

Back on the roof, Danny’s hand tenderly rested over his heart-core. Maybe if anyone else had seen that moment, he’d feel embarrassed, ashamed. But that moment was just for him. That same soft and quiet joy rose, quivering in his chest. Splitting himself had let Danny see himself in new ways. He’d learned so much. He’d grown to know, accept, appreciate, and, yes, love both halves of himself. As strange as it was to say, Fenton and Phantom had loved each other.

An overbearing gratitude washed over him at that. Gratitude that they (that he) had been brave enough to voice that, to give him this memory. This proof, this reminder of how far he’d come. Of all he’d learned.

He had suffered and struggled and agonized. He had fought with his own self-hatred and doubt, his shame and fear, with the painful reminders of his death. But with the love and support of his parents, sister, and friends, he had overcome. He had learned and grown and changed. The transformation itself hurt and terrified him. But he had risen above it. And now. Now Danny loved who he had become.

And who had he become? What did loving himself mean now, with his heart and core nestled together, where they belonged? It meant taking care of himself. Letting his friends and family know him and love him. Loving other people. It meant eating enough– both ecto and regular food-, sleeping well, watching the stars during his Haunting Hour. Spending time with his loved ones and letting them share his burdens. Helping others as Danny Phantom.

He saved humans in the town with his powers when ghost animals appeared or over-enthusiastic ghosts wouldn’t listen. He helped lost ghosts find their way back to the portal. He worked to find ways for humans and ghosts to exist together.

The idea from when he’d been talking to Sidney earlier flickered in his mind. A shared place for the ghosts on this side of the portal to gather, to bond, to help each other. A kind of Sanctuary, that was his dream.

That first time he’d almost fused, before telling his parents about Phantom, he’d dreamed of the human in the ghostly, ghostly in the human. He’d imagined truly being both. And now Danny found he was. The life he wanted was here, in the life he was building.

Danny unlocked his phone again, taking the image of Fenton and Phantom side by side. “We’ve come so far.” His eyes softened, full of awe and gratitude. “I said it before, in that dream. I’m happy I was both of you. And thank you for working to grow into who I am now.”

In his lab, Blobby mewed, head jerking up at something in the sky. The half ghost looked, eyes widening. A shooting star, streaming across the vibrantly deep sky.

His core fluttered in time with his heart, swelling with hope. Danny smiled. “Here’s to whatever comes next.”

Note: Thank you all for reading! Whether you joined me at the beginning back in 2019, you started following only recently, or you're binging at some point in the future, I appreciate you! I would never have written this story, let alone finished it, without all the kind comments on here and fanfiction.net, Tumblr reblogs and rambles in the tags, and DMs on Tumblr and Discord. If you ever talked to me about this story, offered your support and encouragement, I am so thankful to you. I am so thankful for the friendships I've found through this fic and for how much I've grown as a writer.

As always, I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter and the story as a whole. I love and appreciate you all!

#Danny Phantom #Face to Face #Double Danny #Split Danny #My Fic

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thereareeyesinsidethetrees · 4 months

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assigning some gravity falls characters hollow knight charm builds (for this we’re assuming they have access to all charms and that they’re doing casual playthroughs)

mabel - grubsong, weaversong, glowing womb, shape of unn, unbreakable heart, grimmchild (friend build, unbreakable heart adds health, is fun wordplay, and uh. rip leg eater. she just wanted to help him find love :[ friend of grubs, friend of weaverlings, friend of giant slug deity, don’t tell her about the grimm troupe lore, she knows, shhh. friend of grimmchild)

dipper - sharp shadow, hiveblood, soul catcher, stalwart shell, steady body (charms that he thinks are cool, plus he thinks they’re good probably maybe. sharp shadow lets you damage enemies when dashing through them, and it increases the length of your dash, which is good right? that’s good? he thinks it’s good. hiveblood regenerates the most recent health you lost. takes a bit, but still. good for white palace! …ignore that he doesn’t have any white fragments. soul catcher for soul, everybody loves soul charms. stalwart shell is really good because…it just is, trust him. steady body gets rid of knockback! sometimes he accidentally walks into the enemy because he forgets he has it on, but still!)

ford - voidheart, lifeblood heart, shaman stone, dream wielder, mark of pride, spell twister (more distanced attacks, more spell-based, had to give him at least one lifeblood charm because. come on. voidheart because he seems like the type to spend a lot of time exploring, plus its required to kill the radiance. i don’t think he would like the white lady. i think he would like the resting grounds, and especially the spirit’s glade. he likes seer’s little area and her design. he likes talking to her. he likes seer in general. he relates to the vessels. vvvvoidheart)

stan - quickslash, mark of pride, fury of the fallen, unbreakable strength (FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. he’d be the type to damage tank. he sees the description for fury of the fallen and goes ‘oh fuck yeah’ and equips it half for the smidge of story and half for the actual effect. he likes the red overlay, he thinks it looks neat. quickslash means he can hit more quickly, mark of pride means he reach enemies to hit them more quickly, unbreakable strength means he can fuck them up even better. ford lets him know how to get all the pale ore so he can fully upgrade his nail. mabel makes him get the happy couple achievement afterwards. he’s certainly not complaining)

soos - carefree melody, grubberfly’s elegy, spore shroom, thorns of agony, dashmaster, sprintmaster (‘useless charms? nah, dude, they helped me beat pantheon five’. soos is a force to be reckoned with. carefree melody because melody, and sprintmaster and dashmaster reminded him of ford and stan and he thought that was neat enough to keep them on)

pacifica - weaversong, quick focus, unbreakable heart, gathering swarm, dream wielder, longnail (mabel gives her a few tips, hence unbreakable heart and longnail, but mostly her charms are based off aesthetics. she likes the way quick focus and dream wielder look, and she likes the way gathering swarm looks in use. weaversong was originally added because of mabel, but she ended up keeping it because it’s useful. yep, that’s it. definitely not because the little weaveringlings follow her around everywhere to the point of teleporting to the knight middair, and their slashes don’t do much but they’re trying their best, and they settle down to rest when the knight benches, and they were left behind by the rest of the weavers and- no, definitely not any of that)

bill cipher - wayward compass, dreamshield, balder shell, kingsoul (if you know, you know)

#gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #soos ramirez #pacifica northwest #bill cipher

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galaxytittus · 7 months

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ✨️

Alright y'all it's Remi's character development timeee!!! I'm gonna do both the OC questionnaire and the 5 facts for him. Thanks so much 4 including me in all these tag games @midnightsquartz! And everyone else who does even if I forget to do them 😅 I love y'all!!

OC Questionnaire

Name: Remi Fernandez

Nickname: Very rarely he'll get called "Rem," but he doesn't really have a nickname. Maple will occasionally jokingly call him Ramirez as his "full government name." Vlad has some more uhhh... unsavory nicknames for him 😳😳

Gender: Male

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 6.3 ft (192cm)

Orientation: Bisexual (though he will die on the hill of being straight, 'twas just a phase dude!!)

Nationality/Ethnicity: American, White/Hispanic

Favorite Fruit: Mangoes :P

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Flower: Blood red chrysanthemums, so emo :,(

Favorite Scent: Diesel fuel (he freaky like that)

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: He's a black coffee connoisseur (he FREEAKY like that)

Average Hours of Sleep: About 6 if he's lucky, he works 24/7 and spends as much of his free time on his computer as Maple will tolerate.

Dogs or Cats: Used to be dogs but Maple converted him lmao

Dream Trip: Anywhere in the south, probably Florida. If it weren't so far away from family, him and Maple would move there in a heartbeat.

Number of Blankets: Three or four. Top sheet, comforter and a quilt on top, a weighted blanket too if ya nasty.

Random Fact: He played in his high school JV and varsity baseball teams as short stop and catcher occasionally. He and Pepper would meet at JV tryouts in their sophomore year (but Pepper wouldn't end up making the team with him pfff).

Random Facts

He has been working as a mechanic at his family's tire shop from high school till now. In his free time, he is taking classes online for an IT certification, hoping to get some IT office job like Vladdie and be home more for the new baby.

He is a big music and movie nerd. He eats up stereotypical dude movies like Pulp Fiction and The Wolf of Wall Street, probably because he likes to live vicariously through the main characters' debauchery.

He has deep seated commitment issues that stem from his parents' infidelity toward each other that he vehemently refuses to go to any sort of therapy for. Maple tries her best to iron it out with ultimatums (and uhh a baby) but he's still hesitant to marry her.

He hates the fact that he needs glasses, but also refuses to get contacts because they need to be fitted to his astigmatisms and he's too lazy for that.

He has been vaping and smoking for about a decade, trying to quit every January like clockwork. He just recently started getting into ZYNs because "babee there's not even any smoke with these!! perfect for baby!"

#not tagging anyone bc i don't remember who i've tagged n i LAZYY #oc lore #ask #midnightsquartz #remi

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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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Updated Master List!

Howdy!!! Hope you’re having an awesome day! I thought it was high-time to do an updated Masterlist of all my little thingies! If y’all don’t know who I am and wondering wtf is on your dash, I’ma little gremlin who loves to write FF7: Crisis Core-centric stories :33 If you do know who I am, you know that Zack & Sephiroth dominate almost every individual sentence that my keyboard produces. Either way, I’m shoving this in your face!

Thank you so much forever and always for giving me a safe place to share my stuff!! <33

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✨ Pichu’s Writing ✨

The Bonds That Kept Me Sane Universe - A universe revolving around the unbreakable friendship between Sephiroth & Zack Fair! Stories are extremely floofy and filled with a lot of heart! You will find a needle or two in there, but for the most part, this is the safe side of town <33

1. Blazes & Bullets (10 chap/10) - Zack refuses to accept that his friend has gone insane, and instead decides to try and break through rather than fight against him (later rewritten as Candle in the Rain- really recommend reading that instead xD).

2. Wish - Sephiroth doesn’t know it’s his birthday.

3. Procedure - Sephiroth’s brutal memories of getting his wing.

4. Surrogate - Zack is homesick; Sephiroth remedies this.

5. Snow Angel - Snowball fight!

6. Guard Dog - Zack retrieves his sick friend from Hojo’s lab.

7. From My Eyes - Zack is mourning over Angeal

8. Movie Night - It’s literally a movie night, mate.

9. A Silver Veil - Sephiroth doesn’t like Halloween; Zack absolutely does.

10. Daylight - Sephiroth accompanies Zack to visit Aerith.

11. I’ll Name the Dogs - Zack comes home from a solo mission.

12. Green-Eyed Reindeer - Sephiroth goes home with Zack to spend Christmas in Gongaga.

13. Let Sleeping Puppies Lie - Sephiroth wonders why Zack left his favorite toy behind on a mission.

14. The Art of Distraction - Zack doodles during working hours.

15. Purify - Following the events of Nibelheim, Zack solaces his broken best friend.

16. Enter the Plush Dragon - It’s Zack’s birthday! Sephiroth needs to find a present stat.

17. Don’t Cry Over Spilled Coffee - Early in their friendship, a small mistakes causes a small fight.

18. Shedding Coats - Zack & Sephiroth swap clothes for the fun of it!

19. You Ain’t Nothing but a Hound Dog! (2 chaps/?) - Zack is turned into an actual puppy, and now he and Sephiroth have to fix that little pickle.

20. On Pins and Needles - Zack walks in on an unexpected hobby.

21. Scissors - Zack discovers his friend’s wing, and what it symbolizes to him.

22. It’s the Best Medicine - Zack remembers the first time he heard Sephiroth laugh.

23. How to Save a Life - Zack finally thanks his friend for saving him from Ifrit.

24. The Zack & Sephiroth Safe Haven - A collection of originally-deleted works I put together because I regretted taking them down; all of these take place in the same universe, consisting of:

Just Your General Soup - Sephiroth gets the sniffles

Irreplaceable - A misunderstanding breaks Sephiroth’s heart.

Songs of Silence - Zack is away in Junon, and things are too quiet in the office.

The Cozy Caretaker - Zack’s a little sick; fic is bite-sized.

The Bright Side of White - Angeal comes to visit his old puppy in his sleep.

Cereal Killer - A 7-yo Zack discovers his hero on the back of a cereal box.

Dream Catcher - Zack & Sephiroth share nightmares about the other.

Candle in the Rain - This is what I was talking about! An updated version of Blazes & Bullets that ACTUALLY takes “Sephiroth not being too happy about the Jenova Project” into account; same plot and outcome, with Zack trying to break through to a mind-controlled evil Sephiroth.

Say Cheese! - Zack accidentally gets Sephiroth’s coat dirty.

Paths Ahead - Sephiroth is thinking about the future; Zack assures him they’ll always be together.

Under My Wing - Following the events of Modeoheim, Sephiroth vows to take care of the broken puppy left behind.

Sandwiched Between Society - Sephiroth eats Oreos wrong.

Palentines Day - Zack celebrates Valentine’s Day with his very platonic pal.

Cat’s in the Cradle - Sephiroth thinks his slitted eyes make him a monster; Zack is there to assure him otherwise.

25. Catch You Letter - Sephiroth goes into panic mode after finding a love letter written by Zack

26. Are You For Teal? - (An AU of this universe) - Zack develops a little something in his heart while taking a magazine quiz with Sephiroth

27. Lightning - Zack comforts his rattled friend after Sephiroth relives a horrible memory

Traffic Cones on the Highway to Arson - Disjointed fics that revolve around the sole purpose of keeping Nibelheim flame-free!!

1. Fragments - Before Sephiroth can reach the library, Zack stops him right in the Nibelheim mountains.

2. To Soothe the Savage Beast - Zack has a clever solution to get Sephiroth to fall asleep in the manor.

3. Sephiroth’s Pet Rock - Sephiroth gets a pet rock. This cures his depression.

4. Call to Action - All it took was one single phone call to save the day

5. The Inns and Outs of Things - A last-minute confession at the Nibelheim inn changes the course of history.

Miscellaneous, uncategorized fics! - Fics that don’t fall into either category and are purely just Ideas™️ brought to life!

1. Angeal and the Kitty Crisis - Hollander’s clone machine malfunctions.

2. Paw-Padded Calamity (10 chap/10) - Zack finds a lost little Pichu in the slums. May revive the sequel if I decide to continue!

3. Treasure - Masamune breaks.

4. Study Buddy - A time traveling Zack warns his younger self not to leave Him alone in the library.

5. The Thirst for Knowledge - Sephiroth passes out from dehydration and wakes up in Cloud’s childhood bed.

6. Take Your Best (Mug) Shot - J-cell purging coffee!

#sephiroth #ffvii #zack fair #crisis core #fangirl #pichu writing #fanfic #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #professor hojo #masterlist #ao3 #cloud strife #weenie hut jrs #ff7 fanfic

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@fantasythetrashywriter SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETE YOUR ASK. I'll answer it here, sorry, pal..

What is your nickname?

Maya, but feel free to give me your own nickname ;)

When is your birthday?

9 May

What was your longest relationship?

Errr, i never date anyone so, with my parents, ig

What is your favorite book?

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Black Butler series by Yana Toboso, and all of Dazai Osamu's works.

What is something you're insecure about?

How fragile my body is. But overall, i'm pretty grateful at myself ^^

5 Female celebrity crushes

None, it's hard for me to get a crush at anyone i barely know

5 Male celebrity crushes

Well, i do had a crush on my best friend but, he's not a celebrity. Soo, none at all :)

What is your dream job?

ANIMATOR 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

Accidentally created the most toxic relationship that somehow complements each other between my ocs.

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

Nobody in my school would believe that i'm not the 'obedient and genius' kid. Like, what the hell???

I tried expressing them my true side, stopped acting and just being myself but everyone just goes, "You've change because you played with X. You're not the one i've known anymore". Golly... Looks like they prefer to see me keep pretending.

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

My mental health keeps getting better, yipeee! My ptsd didn't get triggered much often, yay =w= ♪

But, my friends will soon graduate. I know i should be happy for them, but i can't help but feel sad knowing they'll leave :"<

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

I'd love to visit Japan and see the blooming sakura with my own eyes. But for now, i really want to visit a library and a bookstore, which my small town didn't have TwT

How do you de-stress?

Listening music, watching my favourite vtuber's streams, and opening tumblr

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Errr, maybe Youtube, Magia Record, or Pokemon Unite 😅

Describe yourself in one sentence.

No thought, my head filled with ocs

What do you think makes you attractive?

My skill at gaming, lmao

Or how much i cared about others, ig

What is something you're really good at?

I've answered it here

What is something you're really bad at?

Any physical activities and memorizing things

A time that you told a lie.

I despise lying, but being honest all the time will get you into much troubles. So if it's necessary, i only tell half-truth.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

For the random fact, if you're a japanese student and someone puts a flower on your desk, that means they're wishing for your demise because putting flower on someone's desk is a way to honour that desk owner's death

And for the useless fact, with or without seatbelt, you'll die in a car crash

I just think that's interesting, thx goodness i'm not a japanese student or owning a car :)

Who knows you the best?

Few of my close friends. I feel safe near them and they accept me for who i am :"D

What is your most prized possession?

N & Zorua fastener accessory charm and a Zorua plushie i bought online!

(ps. I heard that the Zorua plushie came from an UFO catcher.. dunno what's that, but i bought the plush for 300k idr. I spend my lifesaving on that and never regret that decision, teehee >v<)

What is your longest friendship?

I befriended a boy since elementary and we're still best friend until this very second! Our friendship keeps getting better from time to time =w=

When did you first feel like an adult?

After finished my playthrough of Pokemon White and starts to see everything as shades of grays, metaphorically

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

Yeah. Though, i'm only good at chess

How are you feeling right now?

Kinda sick, but i'm fineee~♪/srs

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl for life!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Maybe for some people that thing was true, but i find it hard to believe. Falling in love with someone you've just met?? Even without knowing them as a person???

How. Is. That. Possible!!???

Favorite song lyrics right now?

I've also answered it here

What does self care look like for you?

Doing things you love (even if it's your guilty pleasure)

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

Ado, Trickle, and Rachie

(ps. I want to add Kikuo, but then remember that he's not a singer, but a vocaloid producer. Oh my..)

What makes you nervous?

When standing on a stage and everyone satres at me and when thinking about my crush (the funny part is, when i'm near him, i didn't feel nervous at all, lol)

What’s a pet peeve you have?

Having trouble at understanding emotions and worrying too much about future.

What will always make you cry?

That one scene in Rebellion where Homura 'worships' Ultimate Madoka/Madokami. The way the Chiwa Saito delivers her line and the track Dream World being played in the background. It feels like experiencing it as Homura herself :"<

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Uhh, dunno. Maybe the way i talk? Or how i look? I honestly don't know how to answer this one :"D

#thanks for the ask!!#[maya answers]#fantasythetrashywriter #tw kys mention

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woodenhomedecorblog · 6 months

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Transform Your Home With White dream catcher - Decor Corner

White Dream catcher have long been revered for their mystical charm and symbolic significance. Traditionally used by indigenous cultures to ward off bad dreams and negative energy, these intricate creations have transcended cultural boundaries to become cherished decorative pieces in modern interiors.

#white dream catcher #best white dream catcher #home decor #best home decor

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swapauanon · 3 months

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My Opinions on RWBY: Ice Queendom: As a Whole

Okay so, negatives first, just so I can get them out of the way. This is HOPEFULLY going to be overwhelmingly positive, but there are a handful of elements that just rub me the wrong way.

I don't like how the White Fang was equated to the SDC. Like, especially not when the SDC is largely responsible for shaping the White Fang into what it became. It feels really disingenuous to Blake's character and hurts the culmination of Weiss' arc in the finale when she's still viewing the White Fang as nothing but pure evil.

Also, Jaune's Aura only getting unlocked AFTER his duel with Cardin doesn't feel right. How can Cardin deplete Jaune's Aura when Jaune has no access to it?

Were the panty shots and jiggle physics REALLY necessary? The show canonically has anti-upskirt technology PRECISELY to avoid perverse moments like that, and the jiggle physics are very CLEARLY only put in for heterosexual cisgendered men to drool over with no regards to actual physics! And having BLAKE of all characters serve as someone for creepy old men to drool over just feels tone deaf!

Speaking of, I love MOST of Negative Blake's design, but why isn't she wearing pants? It's not too bad when viewed from the waist-up and in motion, but in any shot where her whole body is visible and she's standing still, it JUST looks like she forgot to put her pants on before going outside.

What happened to Ruby's Nightmare? They called attention to the fact that she was still possessed SEVERAL times during the final fight with Weiss' Nightmare, but then as soon as that Nightmare is defeated, the show just... Stops addressing the fact that Ruby's still possessed. It's the only thread left hanging, and it feels weird as a result!

Things I'm mixed on, Weiss' moment of character growth in the Badge and the Burden being turned into her being a manipulative liar who's only PRETENDING to have learned her lesson. It's good for the story Ice Queendom is trying to tell (which I'll get into more later) but that moment from the Badge and the Burden is a fan favorite for a reason, and it feels WEIRD to completely change it to Weiss just being manipulative. It WORKS in the context of Ice Queendom, but feels awkward when you think about it's implications for the wider series.

And now, for the actual good stuff I can gush about now that all of that is out of the way!

While Aura doesn't get animated all that often in Ice Queendom, I like how they adapt it to the 2D artstyle. As cool as the watery ripple effect is, I imagine it would've been hard to pull off in 2D, so it makes sense to just go with the glow effect used in much of Volume 1. The fact that the few uses we get of Jaune's Semblance directly homage it is also fun.

I like how Ruby's Silver Eyes are partially visible through the bindings of Shion's weird dream-catcher webbing when they activate. It's not THAT big of an affect (explaining why only Ozpin notices it), but it's a neat touch.

I love how thoroughly AWFUL they made Weiss in the second and third episodes. It was a bold move, but also helps make her arc in Volume 1 feel a lot more natural. Her just hysterically sobbing over having a Faunus for a teammate and getting IMMEDIATELY called out for it by Yang helps with how offscreen her unlearning racism was in the source material. Her character arc is based around recognizing that her bigotry is a character flaw she needs to overcome. The first episode showing Weiss at her best before the next two highlight that she is more like her father than she'd probably like to admit was a BRILLIANT move. We NEED that first episode to keep her sympathetic, while she's just... So punchable in episodes 2 and 3, and I love it! Seriously, Weiss was already a pretty awful person in Volume 1 (and deliberately so), so it was a joy to see Ice Queendom both acknowledge it and expand her awfulness in a delightful way. The fact that she's thematically composited with CARDIN WINCHESTER as the character who introduces anti-Faunus bigotry to the audience was a brilliant move.

The Nightmare is a fun antagonist. As a Grimm, it doesn't really have much personality, but they did a good job of making it a terrifying villain regardless of that fact. The way it makes Weiss hallucinate after possessing her is great, and the fact that she doesn't really succumb to it until she becomes more self aware of her flaws was also a really nice touch. It preys on those vulnerabilities as soon as they're made visible to it, and the titular "Ice Queendom" is shaped by her arc in the first three episodes.

Negative Weiss is great as the "Darth Vader" of the show. She's not the MAIN main antagonist (that role goes to the Nightmare that corrupted Weiss into her), but she's REALLY good as both a terrifying villain, and a visualization of Weiss' greatest fears and personal flaws. She is the person Weiss most fears becoming at the end of episode 3, with everything about her being a corruption of who Weiss is as a person. Which makes the parts where the real Weiss shines through all the more impactful.

The way all the Dream Actors just strip away the positive aspects of Weiss' relationship with those characters and twist them into her something toxic was interesting. Winter's support for Weiss is stripped away in favor of her just being a book of rules Weiss must consult and obey, and her few spoken lines in the Dream World were appropriately menacing. Nicholas Schnee being an imposing idol Weiss has to try and live up to, constantly towering over her, was also a great touch.

The way the dream world is divided up also helps showcase how aware Weiss is of the pain the SDC causes, and she is NOT happy about it at all. In spite of nominally being in charge of the whole empire, it's Jacques' Dream Actor who bosses Weiss around and controls the show, atleast in the dream's own narrative.

The way the Nightmare dehumanizes the White Fang to push back against Weiss' own character development was also a nice touch. Blake's own design in the dream world is a caricature of a Faunus, showing how Weiss herself still needs to unlearn a lot of things, whilst Blake's Dream Actor being someone the SDC can't control and keeps sneaking into the human-only Schnee Empire was a great way of setting up how Weiss ultimately can't ignore Blake's valid points.

The way the spread of Weiss' Nightmare through her dream world was symbolized by the world freezing while Blake's Nightmare spread through purple flames was a great way of contrasting the two.

Negative Blake wasn't around for very long (only two episodes, three if we're being generous) but she certainly made an impact in that time. Arryn did a good job of bringing her to life with that deliciously hammy performance, and you can tell she was having a blast in the recording booth! Negative Blake herself also felt WAY more terrifying. Where Weiss' Nightmare Side is merely the enforcer of a fascist regime, Negative Blake feels like an unstoppable force of nature, constantly throwing herself against an immovable object. There's always someone holding Negative Weiss' leash, and there are a few points where the heroes can (indirectly) reason with her. Negative Blake just burns everything in her path, and does not appear to be acting on anyone's orders in the narrative of her dream. Which says a LOT about the person Blake most fears becoming, if I'm being honest.

Shion Zayden was a good addition to the cast as the overall "Big Good" of the spin-off. We don't get much regarding their personality, but they fit in so naturally, even IF their outfit is kinda bizarre by the standards RWBY itself sets. I do love their aesthetic, though.

Ruby's arc was also pretty good, and it was great to see her own unhealthy mindset be acknowledged in this pre-Volume 9 context. it does a great job of foreshadowing her eventual breakdown in Volume 9, while also giving her some of the necessary lessons she'll need to be a leader.

Yang's the odd one out of the main four girls, as her arc has very few ties to Weiss in the source material. Ruby is her partner, and Blake her foil, and Yang's just kinda there. So it was a brilliant move to have her witness Weiss' conversation with her grandfather. As I said in the liveblog, it gives Yang and Weiss some much needed common ground.

Finally, concluding the whole thing with an expanded version of Team RWBY's portion of the Volume 2 opener was a BRILLIANT move. It was important to give the story a proper epilogue so we could actually see more of Weiss after she spent most of the show in a trance.

Seriously, Ice Queendom does a good job of filling in the blanks between Volumes 1 and 2, and (controversial opinion) it does NOT need a second season.

...

Unless we actually acknowledge Ruby's Nightmare, but given that Shion left in the final episode, I don't see that happening.

Next time, whenever I have the time, I'm gonna sit down and watch the other Justice League crossover movie, and that'll be it until Volume 10 comes out.

Or maybe Viz Media will localize "RWBY: The Session" and I'll finally be able to read that myself! Seriously, it's the ONLY RWBY media that never got released in English for some reason (unless we count the official Chinese mobile game, which I don't think anyone does), and I would LOVE to be able to read it!

Ahem, regardless, see you whenever I get around to watching that movie!

#rwby liveblog #rwby ice queendom #rwby

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erinelizabethh · 1 year

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Time Slip | Chai x Reader (4/?)

Summary: Chai, ambassador of Vandelay Technologies, certainly has his ways of communication. You, living in the suburbs outside the campus, don't even have a cell phone. You know what they say about relationships...

Chapter One: Time Slip

Chapter Two: #E67451

Chapter Three: Daisies

Chapter Four: Sweet Dreams

Chai holds you as tight as he can, a soft murmur of your name against your chest. His body lays limp on top of you, metal fingertips upon your stomach. His touch is like a glacier resting on your skin, thawing with the warmth that is your body under the blanket the two of you share. You return by threading your fingers through his chestnut strands, tugging ever so gently on the knots he never combs out. He calls your name once more as his cheek presses further against your abdomen; he drools, but insists otherwise when the proof is nothing tangible. A twitch of his hand and you are called with urgency, and your response is a hum that coalesces with white noise. The walls seem to grow in length as your eyes remain on the ceiling, sun catchers glistening with the streetlight outside.

“Babe…” He nuzzles against you, one of his legs thrown over yours. “Stay… stay behind me…”

Another one of his dreams again… nightmares, more like it. You figure his past wasn’t favorable, considering his best friend peeks her head out of her living space to eye at your attempts for flirting. The times you meant to inquire about the source of his right arm, she raises an eyebrow and shakes her head as if to say: don’t. Peppermint seems to be the better suited of the two of you to handle Chai, and yet she really, really likes when Chai decides to stay the night. Korsica, he tells you in passing, is testing the waters with the Vandelay sister and cannot take her seriously when the wannabe rockstar is jamming out in his room and blasting songs he relates to no one but you. He nods a convinced nod and affirms this with a, “I think Korsica’s jealous that we’re past the talking stage and they are not!”

Their romance was but a rosebud, beginning to blossom through shared trauma and the desire for what’s right in the world. Perhaps not all will be lost to you, clues found in various sources like scattered newspapers and perks of being the girlfriend to the campus hero. His portrait is the first to pop up inside a device gifted to you to enhance your communication skills, cell phone in one hand with the pointer finger of the other scrolling up or down to read… Wikipedia? Chai’s Wikipedia? It is all so simple, to have access to all of the information needed on one page, to be able to know more of Chai than Chai knows himself. However, like Peppermint once said: you don’t even know the half of it.

Yes, you’re very much out of the loop; months following your meeting and you’re quick to notice how passersby stop and stare, and how they raise their thumb, pointer finger, and pinky in solidarity to the defect turned savior of Vandelay Technologies. You are beside him as the off-tune and off the beat component of a life that snaps to his own rhythm whether you like it or not. Still, you can’t help but smile when his heart beats under your fingertips, the cuts to different genres on different radio stations becoming a tune worthy enough of a song. If you rile him enough, if you excite him well enough, you pass by sunflowers in the windows of your shop that sway and follow his movements. It’s as if he’s pulling a rabbit from a hat before your eyes; he is magic itself, so much so that Chai is lightyears ahead of you that you can’t ever catch up.

The jolt from his slumber pulls the sheets off your bed, you from near unconsciousness. He awakes with a snort, hands untangling from your waist to grip at your shoulders, and his exhales grow hurried and unrelenting. Droplets drip down his forehead, past eyes wide but not wet with tears. A wince is what draws you closer to him, your palm atop his as he gasps for air. His grip is as strong as black and blue hues, and you blink until you have returned from another plane of existence. He shrinks under your gaze, his chest nonetheless expanding with every long and drawn out exhale of his. Your own deflates with the burden of the unknown, sinking as long as you continue to lose him, but your hand is held out to him through exhales that level his breathing to your own.

“Jeez, Chai,” you begin, shaking your head, “you alright, babe?”

“Wow, that—” He pauses to retract his hand, too swift for you to reach out to him. His shoulders stiff, he twiddles his thumbs, callouses from his guitar under his scrutiny. “Crazy dream, that’s all!” The blanket then falls from his body, clawing at what contact is left behind as he is missed. ”Totally did not mean to scare you like that… that definitely won’t happen again!”

Your attempts to close the distance is met with a cold shoulder, his arms wrapped around himself with an “I’m fine,” to strengthen the divide. His back is to you, downcast eyes behind the shadows that creep up to him, too much to be said or understood. That is when you’ve lost, becoming another reminder that you’re the one left behind. You frown, observing his preference to fiddle at the t-shirt that makes him less of a defect, instead of sharing the vulnerability that draws him closer to humanity. With a step backwards, you fall against the bed, the springs underneath a screech to the lack of communication the two of you share. A silence so cold, so biting, the spinning of the Earth’s axis becomes an echo; the breeze prods at your curtains as proof, past your eyelids as they threaten to grow wet with your tears.

Chai is without words, far from grasping a hint of apologies. He cannot even begin to explain the self-loathing, the insecurities, the thought of losing you becoming quite the burden to bear. He finds his spot beside you on the bed, shoulders yet brushing against yours, and his hands find his knees as he paws at the pills of his cotton pajama pants. His breath escapes his lips, erratic and scarce of peace, his body cold without your warmth to linger upon his own. Not a minute later are you wrapped up in his embrace, his head resting atop your shoulder as he relaxes his eyes and basks in the moment. You’re okay. You’re still here.

#chai x reader #hifi rush #hi fi rush #hi fi rush chai #x reader #writing #chai #WOW STILL WRITING THIS #STILL IN LOVE WITH CHAI #its not a me fic if I don't sprinkle in some angst :)

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mandylove1000 · 1 year

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Ok so. These are my tattoos and I’ll give a reason why for them (if there is one)

So the first one I got was the dream catcher (I know basic white girl shit) it’s kinda for my grandma on my moms side I never got to meet. She was always super interested in Native American culture and stuff so I kinda got it for her.

The second one is actually the quote right there. It’s from the first hunger games book and it’s when katniss sees herself for the first time after the glam squad. There’s just something about that quote that stuck with me.

Tattoos 3&4 the word is wanderlust and then the globe with a flower(obviously doesn’t look like a flower😂) I love traveling so this was a no brainer for me honestly. Yes the colors are patchy af. I don’t think my skin likes colors or something 😂

This is 5,6&7. 5 was honestly cause I wanted it. 6 is the name of a song weirdly enough. And 7 again just another phrase that I liked.

8,9&10. 8 is ; self explanatory if you know.(it’s actually covered up but I am still counting it bc I can still see it😂) 9 is always keep fighting. It’s something Jared Padalecki says and has made shirts/hoodies for (I have 2) 10 is a wave. I absolutely love the ocean and my happy place is honestly on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean.

11…….can I act like this one doesn’t exist. No? Fuck ok. Soooooo this is a “matching” best friend tattoo. (If you need a sign to not get matching bestie tattoos HERES THE SIGN. DONT. FUCKING. DO. IT.) This is a matching one me and my now ex best friend got. It’s her hand writing the mermaid tail(well aware it doesn’t look like one) is her drawing as well. Her fave Disney movie she got the tangled lantern cause it’s my fave. Idk if the bitch still has hers I am honestly prob covering the tail part but keeping the word bc it can be a reminder of the time me and my family went to Hawaii. With that being said next.

This is 12,13&14. 12&13 are both runes from shadowhunters. Love that show had to have them. The heart is a nod to another ex friend but I don’t really care about that one. I’ve always like little heart tattoos so yeah.

This is 15,16,17,18,19. 15 a nod to Harry Potter and the flash(also just wanted it) 16 is actually the new ; which is shaped like planets and all that. 17 is my little Taurus symbol cause I am a Taurus. 18 is the Vikings V logo. One of my favorite shows and I needed it so badly. And last but not least 19 my arrow head for Arrow. Again another favorite show that I had to get it.

I will be adding more in a few days when I get my next 3. I’m honestly so freaking excited about it.

#Mandy’s talkin tattoos #Learn about Mandy #Please ignore the fact you can see my leg hair pores😭#Mandy’s tattoos

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traegorn · 2 years

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Fastest way I know of to get an answer since either you'll have an idea or have big enough reach that someone will know. On to the question.

I bought a "dreamcatcher" making kit thing today in my ongoing quest to find craft things that look easy enough for me to achieve in my sit at home all day boredom. It's a hoop, some string and instructions basically. If I'm making it myself, not calling it a dream catcher, and using it for knot magic, is it still appropriation? It looks more like a spiderweb to me than anything else. I've been feeling guilty since I bought the thing with not being sure, so I don't know if I should return it or if I'm just being ridiculous. I hope someone will know. Thanks. Sorry.

Okay. I'm not sure why I'm the person you're asking this, so I'll give you my best answer. For the record though, I'm not indigenous, and should not be taken as the final word on the topic.

The person selling the kit, if they're not Ojibwe, is definitely appropriating, and it's probably not great to support them (especially since you probably could have gotten the supplies cheaper at a craft store).

That said, you have the stuff, you're not calling it a dreamcatcher or claiming it is one, and not selling the final product to someone else yourself. With that in mind, you're probably perfectly fine to just use the materials how you want.

Like the issue isn't white people making personal craft items, it's them taking them and selling them as "dreamcatchers" without the proper cultural understanding of what they're doing. That's the issue.

But, again, you could probably find the craft items for cheaper on their own.

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jan luis castellanos, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that manuel jaime diaz? i’ve also heard they go by the it boy. i hear they’re twenty-two and want to be a broadway actor. they seem to be hardworking & charismatic, but also perfectionist & pushy. they remind me of spotlight shining in the middle of the stage, the shine of a leather jacket, and a morning run around the park.

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 manuel jaime diaz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 manny , mj ( close friends ) , diaz ( jock buddies ) . 𝐃𝐎𝐁 september 1, 1979 𝐀𝐆𝐄 twenty - two 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 virgo 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 cis-male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 bisexual 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 río san juan, dominican republic 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 bronx, nyc, new york 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english and spanish 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 senior at lawrence university

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 jan luis castellanos 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 dark brown/black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 hazel eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 5′10″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 both ears pierced 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 white and black t-shirts, leather jackets, golden necklace with a cross, jeans.

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𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍 the new it boy 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 hardworking, thoughtful, passionate, charismatic, altruistic 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 idealistic, perfectionist, sensitive, pushy 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 acting, singing, dancing, staying active, basketball, soccer, knitting 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 working

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 jaime diaz, forty-eight, restaurant owner/manager 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 marisol guzman diaz, fifty, nurse 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) , troy bolton ( high school musical ) , anna delvy ( inventing anna ) , blair waldorf ( gossip girl ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , hanna marin ( pretty little liars ) , june park ( tiny pretty things )

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when someone mentions the diaz family, it's nothing but good things for that family. of course it would be. they were the poster family of what the american dream was all about. the family immigrated from dominican republic in the early 80s, with a hundred dollars in their pockets and but a dream. the dream for a better life. jaime and marisol had always dreamt of living their lives in the united states, but when manuel was born, they had another dream now, to give manny the best life they could, and that was to move them to a country where anything was possible.

and that's what manuel managed to do. growing up from his humble beginnings and learn that with a bit of hard work and dedication, any dream was possible. and growing up with someone who had everything, he felt like he needed to keep up with all the things he managed. marcus was always the charming one, the trendy one, the king of the school. and manny always felt like he was just his lackey more than he was a friend. but that didn't stop manny for pursuing things he enjoyed, even if marcus wasn't into it, from being the best in whatever sport he was in, to getting a solo in the school and church choir, to ending up getting the lead role in every musical and play he had auditioned for during school. he was dream catcher, a perfectionist, an idealistic person.

the struggles came when he applied to schools, and finding out that he was an immigrant himself. for most of his life he was told that he was born in the bronx. manuel's whole life was in the states, in new york city, and discovering that he couldn't legally get a job or apply for student loans because he was not from here took a toll on his whole identity. no one knew else knew about this, not even marcus, except for esteban chamberlain, marcus' father.

after the news, he didn't stop though. he kept working hard, getting accepted to one of the best schools. his eyes were set on lawrence university. it was the most prestigious school that he knew he needed to be part of, but he knew that he would struggle to afford the school. luckily he got some money with some scholarships, but it wasn't enough. he had enough for a year, thanks to his parents saving up, but he still needed three more years worth of tuition, so he had to find some way to get the money. and so he found himself escorting, and then eventually finding a man that would eventually helped.

he managed to do all this under the books, until marcus discovered the truth. he knew about his status, he found out that he was doing escorting his freshman and sophomore year, and he knew all about the guy that he was sleeping with for money. their relationship had strained, that manny was tired of feeling less, and the night he died he had an argument with him. after his death, it was him that took over the reigns. he was next in line for valedictorian, he was given so much love after marcus died, seeing as he was the closest with him. and now he was the new it boy. it was cool, but the last thing he wanted was for people thinking he had something to do with his death.

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childhood friend // competition - marcus chamberlain was always on top. even though he was a close friend to him, manny felt like he was always under his shadow, never shining because he would always take the spotlight from him. and it didn't change when they went to college. but now that he has passed away, he is getting the spotlight that he deserved. but the question is, did manny have anything to do with his death?

childhood friend, found family - someone who genuinely felt a connection with. he even had a little crush on, but never really did anything because of marcus. he hopes now that marcus is gone, things with them could evolve into something stronger.

ride or die - this is a friend he had met at lawerence university, the one that became his true best friend, unlike his former frenemy. how they met was through an event, and then ended up having a few classes together as well, but they ended up hanging outside of school events and classes, which made their relationship even tighter.

current hookup/fwb - it's not serious, but just someone he has fun with. it could go either two ways, feelings may get involved and manny runs or it continues to just be fwb type deal.

more to come.

#mysteryintro #○ ′ 💫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ≻ pinned

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