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[thekitsunesystem]

ALTER INTRODUCTION: Aiden-28-Stoner-Not offended easily-Likes Anime-Protecter-Likes Rap and Phonk-Bisexual-Swears alot-Favorite color:Purple and Neon green. Favorite food:Pizza.-Loves dragons and trippy stuff.Positive triggers:Smoking,watching adult animated shows,Adulting,Certain animes.Vapes a lot.Negative triggers:Someone hurting other alter's feelings. -Charmer.

[icarusys-the-collective]

Hey everybody, Etho here! Welcome back to another episode of the Icarus collective

Lol what's up people this is my introduction

The Self

[ ☾ ] Names: Ethos

[𖤓] Nicknames:

[ ☾ ] Pronouns: He/they

[𖤓] Species: Kitsune

[ ☾ ] Height: 5'6

[𖤓] Age: 29-32

[ ☾ ] Gender: Male + Nonbinary

[𖤓] Partners:

[ ☾ ] MBTI personality: ISTJ

[𖤓] Favorite colour: Dusty lilac

[ ☾ ] Favorite food: Don't know

[𖤓] Source media (if applicable): Hermitcraft, Youtuber

[𖤓] Likes/interests/hobbies: Rambling, winter, minecraft, drawing, candles, tea, hot chocolate, big warm meals, fluffy hoods, foxes, wolves, music, snow, Rät by Penelope Scott is my most favourite song ever- I relate very heavily to this and I listen to it on repeat

[ ☾ ] Dislikes: Most political discourse, the body/face/hands, my face (I have dysmorphia), I have a phobia of bugs- I was playing modded once and found a giant ant burrow and I had a full-body reaction it was horrible lol I wanted to scream

[𖤓] Other notes: I make old references and jokes like the old man I am, I wear black a LOT (even though I don't really like black) just because it looks good on me, usually pair black with red or green and white.

Gloomy dark stuff is both unsettling to me and cool (ex. Bones), I've been here since winter 2020 but I'm very introverted and disappear a lot.

My playlist is entirely Penelope Scott, Melanie Martinez, and BoyWithUke, I'm atheist to an extent, I hate people who do the closed species art creature stuff (specifically closed species, every other species stuff is fine)

I don't really care about sexuality, I could be gay, straight, aromantic, asexual, pansexual, biromantic, I don't care, if I find I fall in love with someone then so be it but until then I really don't want to waste my time trying to figure out something that's kinda pointless to me as a person.

I am closest friends with Doc, Xisuma, Beef and Bdubs, I'm experimenting with art styles and I find art very interesting :)

Oh! Another note, I am a coder, even though I say self-employed... I prefer self-employed because I tend to just ditch one project for another one easily, but- point being- I don't have my coding skills here anymore but I still remember a few scattered pieces of coding information/knowledge

Topics of Discussion

[ ☾ ] Source family: N/A

[𖤓] Source relationships: 🟢

[ ☾ ] Genetics and biology: 🟢

[𖤓] Death/injury: 🟡

[ ☾ ] Gore: 🟡

[𖤓] Alter relationships: 🟢

Pictures

Not rn, another time maybe

[milky-shea]

Thank you Matt!

Been working on this for awhile in appreciation of EmpVslentine and all he's done for the TSBS community with his wonderful characters! ❤️💜

Also def making this my wallpaper

[yunoftheclouds]

What’s with this sassy, lost child?

[lazylittledragon]

👀

what is baby dekarios' name?? i love them so much already

[slasherflicks999]

thank you pinterest for launching me into yet another multiple day drawing :3

I LOVE HIIIIMAKAMSMSBDIHSSKBSDFHKJABSFD we know this

but oh my god this took almost 7 hours overall LMAO im so tired but like in a good way

you may be looking at his hair and saying “heyyyy gravity doesnt work that way….” in which case you are correct but i thought it would be cool if BEN’s hair kinda floats when he gets all glitchy like how hair does when it’s in water :3 in my head this would also mean it would poof up a little when he gets mad like in a ghibli movie or a cat bc…. cmon that’d be so fun

also idk what his outfit is i just improvised it bc i didn’t wanna design bro a whole outfit LMAO i never know what to draw him wearing!!!!! smh smh.. it’s okay he’s serving

but anyway…….. im so proud of this and how i did the shading hehe :333 i love him i love him i love him im so tired i love him

ref for the pose after the break if anyone wants it :D

[hipsternumbertwo]

Favorite Angela Moments 36/∞: Give it up for my band tonight

[yuk1taa]

𓊆𓏵𓊇 Hospital card of the patient no°451 𐙚

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Patient name : Yuk1tAa // Yuki

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Patient age : 14yo (!!IM AN ALTER!!)

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Patient gender : AGender.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Patient status : Emotionally unstable & Cutesy.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Patient symptoms : Dissociating, mood swings, half - hikkikomori, menhera 50/50 lifestyle jirai.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Patient diagnosis : Silly caffeine powered AAA battery.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Note : Patients says that he use HE // THEY // IT pronouns & likes to post stupid stuff & is sometimes problematic & likes to answer to random questions.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) WWW : Carrd <> Prns page

EDIT ZONE : I DON'T KIN KANGEL OR ANYTHING, I JUST LIKE HER DESIGN. THAT'S WHY ITS THE THEME OF MY BLOG.

ALL MY EDITS ARE NOT F2U <> PLEASE USE TONE TAGS

𓊆𓏵𓊇 Hospital card of the patient no°451 𐙚

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Note : Pls use tone tags, don't tag in tag games, don't call by any nicknames and by other similar stuff ((ex. bro) use only my name), be patient, explain every stuff very detailed.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) SYSTEM WWW : Carrd <> Prns page

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) DNI : Pedophiles, Kinks, NSFW blogs, if you support Landmine Confessional, normies.

[cryingpariah]

Thinking about Usopp and how he’s the only Strawhat that didn’t have someone looking after/looking out for him as a kid..

After Bachina passed he was literally all alone. We don’t see a single flashback of any adult in that village taking him in after he was literally orphaned or checking in on him, they just..left him all alone?? How did he afford food back then? He certainly couldn’t have a job. What happened if something broke in that suddenly way too big and empty house, was it expected for him to fix it himself? Did someone comfort him in his times of grief, when it was late at night and nightmares creeped into his mind??

When he goes around town, hollering about pirates coming, none of them take it as the obvious cry for help that it was. No they decided he’s annoying, that he’s a nuisance, that he deserves to be chased out of town every morning by an angry mob with pitchforks.

(And yes before anyone says it, I know it’s played in the anime for laughs or whatever but that doesn’t make it any less fucked up.)

In fact, we’ve seen Usopp being the caretaker for other people in that bitch ass village: the Usopp Pirates and Kaya, the former he was looking after WHEN HE WAS STILL A CHILD HIMSELF!!!

(And yes Kaya didn’t believe him about Kuro and slapped him I remember but she also apologized and pulled up with a glock so I forgive her personally.)

But Usopp never hates them, he doesn’t even consider it. Not when they chase him out of town everyday, not when they choose to believe a random man they’ve known for 3 years over him and tell him they might have believed him if he was more like Kuro bitch ass and then when the battle at the hill they were all waiting around with their torches and shit liek “where’s Usopp?? 🧐🧐 he’s usually here for us to run outta town by now??”

In conclusion Fuck Syrup Village (minus the Usopp pirates and Kaya obvs), Fuck Captain Kuro fake ass cat, and Especially FUCK YASSOP.

[amimuu]

VTA AU NARI + LAMB DESIGNS! (+ DOODLE DUMP!!!)

Ppl who were interested in the auuu pspspsppspspsps (Is this au like my official introduction to the cotl fandom?)

Golly, I think in the end I am gonna keep the name- Suhddhjejfjejd

By the way! The lamb wore something different before they gave the crown away :> maybe I’ll eventually post that one too

Smoll Doodle dump under the cut :]

Vows to ash au: In which Narinder decides to bring a definitely not complaint lamb back to life after they were sacrificed a second time to help him deal with his siblings apparently not being dead dead + cult duties + he missed them terribly and the crown is slowly driving him insane. However, things don’t go as planned for the god of death since a certain someone didn’t exactly want to be alive again and in fact, would much prefer to go back to being dead, thank you. Chaos, angst and a ridiculous amount of miscommunication ensure!

What will happen? Will they get along enough to deal with this mess? Also what’s up with whole “The crown is as much of a blessing as it is a curse” thing?

All of that shall wait for now- cuz woe side characters be upon ye

Boy the birdie was so hard to draw

ANYWAYS!! These three are kids (not really kids anymore) that were born in the cult and almost raised entirely by the lamb (Dipal was entirely raised by them), reason why they are very very loyal to them. They were also turned into disciples some time before the lamb gave the crown back. They are very close with each other and the Lamb trusts them a lot. (These three are actually my in-game disciples who were born and raised in the cult almost entirely by the lamb)

WELP! That’s all for now. More doodles coming soon tho. As always, any questions are welcome (and encouraged, I like talking!) Hopefully I’ll be able to post some lore dumps or things of the such. Until theeeeeen!

[bridoesotherjunk]

Even just making Toph a little older in the live action Avatar show is going to completely ruin her character.

Her introduction in the show HINGES on the fact that she is not only a blind girl fighting and winning against these huge men, but the fact that she is a TINY blind girl fighting and winning against these huge men.

Throughout the entire series people underestimate Toph because she's three things

1- blind (duh)

2- she's like 12 fucking years old and is like 3 feet tall

3- she's a girl who earthbends. Earthbending is seen as super masculine and macho in the show. Toph is one of the very few female earthbenders we ever see in original ATLA.

Removing her being twelve fucking years old is going to completely change her character. Her reveal in the Blind Bandit is nowhere near as funny or impactful if she isn't literally half the size of the adults around her.

Not to mention Toph being another goofy 12 year old gave Aang a new friend to bond with and be silly with. The live action already removed A LOT of the goofy joy from the series. This will only make it worse, because you KNOW they will not let an older, more feminine, Toph be as wacky as she was in the original series.

I have refused to watch any of the live action Avatar bullshit, but the stuff they say they want to do with Toph has completely sealed the deal for me. I will never watch them butcher my favorite character in the show.

[chaos-has-theories]

Got someone new into TLT but when we compared favorite characters afterwards she said "Camilla has 0 personality though"

After I was done with the gasping and clutching heart I had to admit that fiiiine, she's obviously more present in Nona, and person hadn't read Dr. Sex yes, etc etc etc -

But like. Like

The very FIRST thing we hear of her is “Impossible, Warden. Improbable, Warden. Inexplicable, Warden. Indubitable, Warden." The SECOND this is "Swords don't lie". And THEN

They were fighting in close, cramped quarters, and Gideon was getting pinned. She smashed the other girl’s offhand out of the way and into the wall, scattering loose glass tiles in its wake as it fell: her opponent dropped as though shot, crouched, kicked her dagger up into her hand, and did a handspring backward down the stairs. (GtN, chapter 12)

How do you read this and DON'T immediately pledge yourself body and soul to the altar of Camilla Hect. Could not be me!!!

[icarusys-the-collective]

Hey. I'm Kinich, a Genshin Impact fictive of this system. The start of these Introductions are awkward so I'd rather just get into it.

The Self

[ ☾ ] Names: Kinich

[𖤓] Nicknames: Kimchi, Nich, Kin

[ ☾ ] Pronouns: He/him

[𖤓] Species: Human

[ ☾ ] Height: 5'9/5'10

[𖤓] Age: 19-21

[ ☾ ] Gender: M

[𖤓] Partners: That's complex and personal.

[ ☾ ] MBTI personality: ISTJ/P

[𖤓] Favorite colour: Black

[ ☾ ] Favorite food: Spicy noodles and spicy chicken wings w/ lots of sauce, bitter coffee and energy drinks.

[𖤓] Source media (if applicable): Genshin Impact

[𖤓] Likes/interests/hobbies: Tech/dubstep/edm music, Russian music, musicals, games (video, card, tabletop, schoolyard, sport, etc), spice, bitterness, techwear, hip hop style, graffiti, paint, paintball guns, bb guns, switch, modding, Ajaw, accessorising

My favourite song is this: ИВАНГАЙ FEAT. TRINERGY - ХАЮ-ХАЙ

If you're interested in all the music I listen to, here's my playlist.

[ ☾ ] Dislikes: My insane fanbase please help me

I despise the minecraft jokes, don't talk to me about family and lovers, I'm still mourning that I lost pulling for myself on our Genshin account and I don't think I'll get over it until another of my banner runs and I win.

[𖤓] Other notes:

Ajaw also exists within the system, he is usually front alongside me, we are almost never away from each other, I will not be allowing him to make an introduction on here and I will limit his interaction in speaking, I cannot trust him to be civil and inoffensive, Ajaw is incredibly overprotective of me and hates people (including me, and yes we know this is contradictory).

I can (in my non-canon compliant memories, but not in this world's body) speak, read and write in Russian, Spanish, English, Chinese, and I can read and write in Khaenri'an but not speak it.

I enjoy raisins but it's not a favourite food or anything so I didn't include it above, I especially like raisin toast with butter, Ajaw hates this about me.

Topics of Discussion

[ ☾ ] Source family: 🔴

[𖤓] Source relationships: 🟢

[ ☾ ] Genetics and biology: 🟢

[𖤓] Death/injury: 🟢

[ ☾ ] Gore: 🟢

[𖤓] Alter relationships: 🟢

Pictures

I might add some at a later date, I don't have the energy to go searching for the original artists and I will not disrespect them by posting their art without credits. I am basically canon-compliant in appearance anyway, so if you read this far you probably care about Genshin Impact and therefore already know what I look like.

Edit: Here, I did this drawing of myself

[rosecandyart]

I don't post about vocaloid on here, but I do want to talk about this: I hope Gumi gets a resurgence in popularity one day. She's my absolute favorite vocaloid, so it sucks that she's barely relevant anymore. All of her most popular songs are from many, many years ago. She went from one of the more widespread vocaloids to essentially forgotten.

What really stings is that her voice is fantastic. I want to hear what people can do with her vocals in the modern day. People are sleeping on an audible gold mine. I want one, ONE Gumi song to go viral. Others have mentioned this, but the only popular vocaloid songs nowadays are sung by Miku and/or Teto. I get it with Miku. She is THE vocaloid, but why is Teto the only other one that gets any love??? Give the others a chance in the spotlight, especially my girl, Gumi! Hell, I will take Miku and Gumi songs. Anyway, go listen to Water The Roses. It's my one salvation in the Gumi drought.

[escelia]

DP x DC PROMPT/FIC

Gotham Portal

(If you get the notif for this post like 2 days ago, no you didn't! I wasn't done yet! You were imagining things!)

Where the story takes place in Gotham instead of Amity Park, the Fentons having moved before the construction and testing of the Ghost portal due to the high saturation of ectoplasm in Gotham. So, Danny's accident ALSO happens in Gotham, except he has no support system at all.

Enter the Bats stage left!

Danny couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. His parents had uprooted their whole life to move to Gotham. They said they'd need all the ambient ectoplasm there for when they built their portal. Jazz had been thrilled! After all, Arkham was a shining beacon of mentally ill people, and Jazz was like a psychology moth to a flame; it would be the perfect place for her internship after college.

His parents had wasted no time assembling the portal from their blueprints in the basement of the run-down apartment building they'd bought outright just on the edge of Crime Alley, complete with the Ops Center parked right on top. They'd gutted the place and completely redone it before they moved in. (Danny had no idea when they accomplished that. Maybe they'd been planning it for a while and only thought to tell their children two weeks before moving day.) He was genuinely surprised the local vigilantes hadn't stopped by yet to ask questions.

But anyway, back to how he was royally screwed! He'd just wanted a cool picture for Sam and Tucker now that he'd moved away. His parents weren't home (they'd gone back to the hardware store after their last test), Jazz had stayed after school to try and butter up her new teachers by running a study group, and he'd been alone. He'd even followed all the safety precautions his parents had told him about! He'd put on the hazmat suit and tried not to touch anything. But he'd tripped.

Through the whirling of green and the static buzzing in his ears, he remembered screaming, though he hadn't recognized it as his own. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he just wanted it to stop. Stop, please stop, why won't someone save me, please!

He woke up to the smell of burning flesh, but he woke up. He was okay! Disoriented, a little disgusted by the smell and throat a little raw, but okay!

At least he'd thought so at first.

He'd begun to... change colors? And float, he floated sometimes, too. But the most irritating of all was that he would go through things. Forks and glasses slipping, quite literally, right through his fingers.

He hadn't told his parents. He'd been fine, after all. A little shaken up, but they'd been so excited he'd gotten the portal to work, who was he to put a damper on the mood when he was fine?

That brought him to now, staring at the mirror in the school bathroom in horror. He'd fought his first real ghost that morning around breakfast. He'd kept it together fairly well, in his opinion. Got through three whole classes before making an excuse to the teacher, slipping off into the blessedly empty restroom.

He'd been getting better and better at controlling his form, and he transformed in front of the mirror, taking stock of his appearance.

Odd colored hair: check.

Bright glowing eyes: check.

Floaty hair: check.

Could walk through walls, disappear, and fly: check.

He raised his finger to his pulse point and felt... nothing.

"I died," he whispered to himself in shock. "I... died," he repeated, this time in despair.

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Damian Wayne was not usually one to keep tabs on his classmates. They weren't his friends, therefore he saw no point. However, the new kid, Daniel Fenton, had begun to act strange.

When Daniel Fenton enrolled in Gotham Academy it hadn't been anything special. He'd started the year a little last due to his family moving, but families moved for all sorts of reasons. He hadn't tried to immediately make friends with Damian like so many others had, much to his relief. But he hadn't tried to make friends with anyone else, either. Maybe he liked to be alone? It really wasn't his business.

But then the boy started getting skittish and clumsy. Clumsier than he had been when he started school. He'd developed a miniscule tremor in his left hand, so he'd probably sustained an injury. He began dropping things in Chemistry. So often, in fact, that he'd been banned from doing practical labs and was instead assigned extra book work.

If Damian had been anyone else, if he hadn't been raised by assassins or had his night work as Robin, he wouldn't have noticed. He wouldn't have followed Fenton to the bathroom under the guise of needing to see the school nurse for a headache. Perhaps if he were anyone else, Fenton might have noticed him following.

There was an alarming flash of light as Damian peered carefully around the corner. Fenton had changed forms. Something had happened to him.

"I died," he heard him say. Damian thought he was being dramatic until he watched him raise his fingers to his pulse point. His glowing eyes dilated in panic, and he repeated himself. He watched as his classmate, looking fragile and lost, curled in on himself floating in the air, and sobbed.

Damian didn't confront him that day. He watched, waited, and researched. He found the research of Dr's Fenton on ghosts and ectoplasm, most of which he was skeptical of up until actual ghosts started to torment them during patrols.

Ghosts were real, it appeared.

He also concluded that their findings on ectoplasmic entities being non-sentient and inherently malevolent was incorrect, having met the ghost of a little girl caught up in a rouge attack that killed her and her family.

Damian watched Daniel Fenton for about a week while he ditched class in a poorly hidden effort to fight and contain the ghosts that he and his family were having such a hard time dealing with. His father was even nearly considering contacting John Constantine, which was never his ideal solution. Damian had been rolling an idea around in his head for a while and he decided now would be the time to bring it up.

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Dinner at the manor was more of a full table than Damian had expected. Not everyone was there, Jason's relationship with them was still a bit strained, so he was not in attendance, and neither was Stephanie. But Duke was home, and Dick was actually there early for patrol later. Tim was there, and so was Cass, so almost everyone.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat politely. "Father, I wish to recruit a new member."

The chatter around the room came to a halt, the clatter of silverware ceasing.

"What exactly do you mean, chum?" Bruce asked carefully.

"I have a classmate I believe would be a valuable asset in light of our trouble with ghosts recently. However, he has no training or support, so I'm asking for your assistance."

"Did... demon brat make a friend?" Tim asked bewildered and a little bit terrified.

"Tt. No, I've never even spoken to him." Damian rolled his eyes. "My classmate, Daniel Fenton, transferred to Gotham Academy about a month ago and started acting strange soon after. He came to school with a tremor and a Lichtenberg figure you can just barely see starting on his left hand and traveling up his arm. I believed he'd been in an accident, and my suspicions were proven when I saw him use meta abilities to ditch class and fight a ghost in the courtyard of the school. From my observations, they are newly acquired, but he has decent instincts and an inclination toward heroism. I believe it would be safer for everyone involved if we approached him first."

"What?" Tim muttered. Dick was smiling gently at him, though, as if he were doing something he was proud of.

"Do his parents know?" Duke asked. Damian scoffed.

"I highly doubt it."

"Wait, Fenton as in the ectobiologists?" Bruce asked. The ex-assassin nodded.

"And considering their research is not reflected in our own interactions with ghosts thus far, I do not believe we should tell them."

"Not safe?" Cass signed. Her brother shook his head.

"The abilities I've observed resemble that of a ghost. He even has an alternate ghostly form."

The implication that they'd be endangering him hung heavy in the air. They'd all seen the Fentons' research. It mostly consisted of theoretical analysis and blatant biases with a long list of proposed experiments they'd run if they ever caught one. They'd all agreed that the Fenton ghost hunters were not a viable option for their ghost problem, especially after seeing how they drove, which in itself nearly put them on the Bat's rogue list.

"We've been meaning to investigate the Fentons properly anyways," Dick pointed out.

Bruce attempted to massage a headache out of his temples. The stuff his kids stumbled into, really. But Damian was right. If his classmate was a new meta with no support, it was only a matter of time before the rogues zeroed in on him, and since his family lived there, he couldn't tell the kid to leave.

"I'm not saying yes just yet, but talk to him. Find out any more that you can."

"Of course, Father."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danny finally felt like he was getting the hang of his ghost powers. He was pleasantly surprised, and also mildly horrified, that his parents' inventions actually worked on the ghosts he was now beginning to fight regularly. His favorite was by far the thermos, which did no ghost mutilating whatsoever.

He discovered he had a ghost sense and enhanced hearing and vision, which was cool and all, but now he could hear all the shitty things his classmates said about him behind his back. Which, rude! He didn't even talk to them, what did they have to be shitty about?

He also noticed that one of them, Damian Wayne, had been watching him. From what Danny had heard, Damian was the richest kid in school, a Wayne. Son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, to be exact. And his attitude reflected that. His standoffish, holier than thou rich guy attitude made Dash and Paulina look like they lived below the poverty line. Apparently, he generally didn't talk to anyone at school unless it pertained to class, so Danny saw no point in introducing himself.

That made it extra weird that Damian was following him.

It was right after lunch when a hiccup had a cold breath tumbling from his lips. He raised his hand and asked his teacher if he could use the restroom. He made his way to the bathroom on the other side of the building this time, hoping it would be too out of the way for Damian to follow. But soft rustling of his classmate's school uniform gave him away, no matter how imperceptible his footsteps were.

When he entered the restroom, he made his way to the sink instead, splashing some cold water on his face as Damian walked in behind him loudly as if announcing his presence.

"I know what you've been doing," he said confidently, crossing his arms and standing in front of the door so Danny couldn't leave.

"Oh, hey! Damian, right? I'm in most of your classes, but I don't think I've ever introduced myself. I'm-"

"Daniel Fenton, I know. You've been fighting ghosts." Damian had to give him at least a little credit; he'd become a great actor over the last week. Though, that probably had a lot to do with the fact that he probably didn't feel safe at home anymore.

"My parents are ghost hunters, but I don't think shooting a ghost in the face with a lipstick laser then running for my life counts as 'fighting ghosts'."

"Tt. You are lying."

"Dude, what are-?" Danny cut himself off when his words came with another misty breath. Crap! He'd taken too long!

The ghost of the day, an ugly, mutated, bird looking thing with claws at the ends of its wings and a full set of dangerous, pointed teeth, phased through the door behind Damian, poised to strike.

Without warning, Danny grabbed Damian's wrist and whipped him out of the way, throwing himself between the two. A green shield formed in front of him just as the bird slashed at them with one of its wings.

"Well, that's new," he said startled as the bird geared up for another attack.

Danny groaned at his miserable luck before throwing caution to the wind and transforming. He'd just have to force friendship upon one Damian Wayne in an attempt to keep him from telling anyone about his whole magical girl transformation. He tried to activate his shield again, but when nothing happened, he was flung across the room into the wall. God, this was embarrassing.

The next time the ghost tried to attack him, Damian yanked him aside in a dodge and bolted out of the bathroom with Danny in tow. He was dragged through the winding halls to one of the side exits of the school. In costume or not, Damian's priority was luring the ghost away from the other students.

"Hey, so uh, you won't say anything about this," he gestured wildly to himself, "will you?"

"Tt. Of course not, but I believe you have more important concerns at the moment."

“Right!” Danny patted at the sides of his hazmat suit. “Crap, I left my thermos in my locker!” He dodged another attack and retaliated with an ectoblast, trying to keep the ghost's attention off of Damian as much as possible.

"Your lunch? Really?" Damian shouted. Dang, Danny must have been doing a decent job if Damian had the spare time and attention to be exasperated with him.

"No! It's a containment device! Besides, ghosts are basically soup anyway!"

"Distract it," Damian instructed, "I'll retrieve the device." The boy took off. Danny had to wonder how he even knew where his locker was. The ghost tried to follow him, but Danny shot another blast at it.

"Hey ugly, auditioning to be one of Gotham's Birds? Sorry, but you don't really look the part." He had no idea if the creature could even understand him, but the way it turned to him and lunged again suggested it had done the trick. This time, his shield did work!

Danny could have cried tears of joy at finally having some consistency with it. The next few minutes of the fight felt like an eternity while he dodged and shot ectoblasts at it. The creature wasn't really that strong, and it didn't seem to have super dangerous abilities like some of the other ghosts he'd fought like Skulker or Technus. It ended up being a great opportunity to practice his new shield ability, actually. But he knew the longer he took, the more danger his classmates would be in.

The bird ghost slammed into his shield with a particularly vicious strike, slamming him into the ground and creating a small crater.

"Note to self, remember intangibility," Danny groaned.

In that moment he noticed a door opening on the school building. It was Damian! He was finally back with thermos in hand! Unfortunately, the other ghost noticed too.

"Oh no you don't!" Danny yelled, latching onto one of its feet as it tried to fly toward his classmate. He dug his fingers in hard and sunk into the ground partway to anchor himself.

"Big green button by the lid then the button immediately below it!"

Damian wasted no time popping the lid open and sucking the ghost into the device, the lid closing with a quiet pop. He had to admit, though the design was questionable, it was sturdy, light, and very clearly effective. He wondered if he could get away with sneaking off with this one to have drake examine later.

"That was some incredible timing, thanks." The ghostly form of his classmate floated over to him, taking the thermos from his hand. Damian did not pout.

"We should probably get out of here before the Fenton's show up." He could already hear the screech of tires and his dad's voice over the megaphone tearing through the air.

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"Don't worry honey, we'll catch that nasty ghost boy next time," Jack Fenton comforted his wife. True to form, the Fenton's had arrived to the scene late, and most of the damage to the school yard had been from their vehicle crashing into things upon their arrival. Parents had been called and classes ended for the day, which was how one Bruce Wayne found himself at Gotham Academy trying to help the teachers talk the two down from storming and searching the school.

His son was standing off to the side with one of his classmates. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, lanky frame; Bruce could have mistaken the child for one of his own, but looking between the hulking man in front of him and the kid standing next to Damian, the resemblance was obvious. That had to be Daniel Fenton, the meta his son had told him about. Which meant he'd been the one to deal with the ghost before anyone else had gotten there. The classmate Damian had suggested they recruit for his safety.

"Danno, did you see where that spook went? When I get my hands on him, I'll rip him apart molecule by molecule for even thinking of attacking your school!" Bruce saw Daniel's breath hitch with fear.

"Sorry, no. I was coming back from the bathroom when I saw him fighting another ghost through the window. I was scared so I hid," he lied, gripping his left wrist while he spoke.

Bruce was impressed. The boy's fear was real, and he used that to his advantage to really sell the lie to his parents. His heart ached for him. He couldn't imagine seeing any of his boys looking at him like that, with such fear and distrust.

"That's okay sweetie, we'll get him next time. We're just happy you're alright. Let's get you home," his mother comforted, though Bruce knew it wasn't very comforting at all.

"Yeah, we'll teach you to use the Fenton Bazooka," well that was horrifying, "that way next time you can just blast him!" Danny wanted literally anything else.

"Actually," Damian interrupted politely. "We were assigned a project in class earlier on the history of Gotham. As Daniel is relatively new to town, I offered to assist him with the assignment. Father, would it be acceptable for him to join us for dinner?"

Bruce would have been incredibly surprised his son was inviting someone over for dinner if he didn't see exactly what he was doing. Daniel wasn't safe at home. And he clearly wasn't comfortable with the way his parents spoke of the 'ghost boy'. If his defeated expression was anything to go by, it hadn't been the first time they'd said something like that, nor would it be the last.

"What do you think, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton? We'd love if Daniel could join us for dinner."

"Please, call us Maddie and Jack. That sounds wonderful Mr..."

"Wayne. Bruce Wayne, I'm Damian's father," he introduced. If the two recognized the name, they didn't show it. It worked out rather well in his favor.

"Mr. Wayne. If its not too much trouble, that would be wonderful. It's about time he made a new friend, he's been sulking since the move. Now, we have a ghost to catch!" Maddie planted a kiss on Danny's forehead, leaning her blaster on her shoulder as her and her husband made their way back to the homemade assault vehicle parked haphazardly on the lawn of the school.

"Be sure to call us if you plan on staying the night! We'll let Jazz know she doesn't have to worry about dinner for you! We love you, have fun sweetie!"

"Are they always like that?" Damian asked after the two had pulled away. How had those two even gotten their driver's license? It was truly abysmal, he dreaded the thought of anyone getting into a vehicle with them. And then there was the speed in which they'd dumped their son into their laps, even suggesting they'd be okay with him not coming home that night.

"They mean well, but yeah," Danny replied, heaving a sad and defeated sigh. "Thank you, by the way. For inviting me over, even if you didn't mean it. They can be a bit much."

"Clearly," Damian mused back.

Bruce watched the two interact and felt pride well up in his chest. Meeting the Fenton parents just once was enough to convince him that their son needed help, maybe even their daughter too. That Damian had taken the initiative to bring this to his attention, that he had stood up for Danny and offered his home as a sanctuary for him, made him so incredibly proud as a father. He wasn't as prickly with Danny the way he was with other people, even his own siblings. That was a very good thing indeed, considering it was looking more and more likely this would end with another adoption.

Maybe Clark was right, he did have an adoption problem.

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Can you do just a generally horror aesthetic including anything under the horror umbrella (like blood/gore, darkness, ghosts, etc etc) pretty please?

So, I make different parts to this ask, because we mostly do system/alter templates. But I'll post different versions of templates. First one is a horror themed Alter template. I'll do a system template next, then I'll do a non specific copy and paste horror themed aesthetics of different things. If anything you'd like changed don't be afraid to dm us! ^^

Here is a horror themed Alter template.

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