#excited about this one

[hannahmanderr]

Supernova - Prologue

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Summary: The Ghost Zone is tearing itself apart. The instability threatens the future of both Earth and the Infinite Realms. Danny isn't exactly thrilled that for some reason, the responsibility to restore balance falls on him. And he's definitely not thrilled at the prospect of having to use the Ring and the Crown to do so. (Ghost King AU)

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Contrary to popular belief, the Infinite Realms do have a center. Not a physical center, to say, but a center nonetheless.

It is from this center that a shudder rippled across the Realms.

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Of all the ghosts to notice the shudder, Sydney Poindexter was the first.

“Wowza!” He shook out his head and his shoulders. “That meatloaf just goes right through ya, huh?”

He didn’t notice how the ectoplasmic construct of Casper High and its students flickered violently for the briefest of moments.

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Skulker grinned as the pegasus he had his sights set on inched closer to the trap he’d laid out. “That’s it, just a little more,” he said, not daring to speak above a whisper. He’d been hunting this particular pegasus for nearly three weeks now, and each time he’d gotten close, it’d slipped out of his grasp.

Today would be different.

The pegasus’ nose flared as it sniffed the fiery flowers he’d set up as a food bait. He tensed in anticipation. So close now, just a couple feet further…

The shudder tore through the Badlands.

Skulker, caught off-guard, stumbled backwards as it passed through him. The pegasus whinnied in fear and bolted away.

For a moment, he could only sit there in stunned silence, not even caring that he’d just lost his quarry again. “What in blazes…?”

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A yeti barreled into Frostbite’s cave, gasping his name. 

Frostbite was already standing. “Gruefang,” he said. “I take it you felt it as well?”

“Yes, Chief,” Gruefang nodded. “Even the young felt it, and you know their bodies are not as in tune with the environment.”

The look on Frostbite’s face was grave, completely unlike his ironically warm demeanor. “Then it may be worse than I feared.”

In three quick strides, he crossed the cavern and opened a chest to pull out two scrolls. One was small and blank; the other was much larger, much more weathered, and detailed on both sides with drawings of islands, doors, portals, and other landmarks.

“The Infi-Map?” Gruefang asked, peering over Frostbite’s shoulder. “What do you intend to do with it?”

“Summon Fleetfloe,” Frostbite instructed. He unrolled the blank scroll and began to write on it with a claw dipped in ink. “Tell her I need her to carry a message to the Acropolis of Asphodel for me.”

“Of course, Chief. What is the message?”

Frostbite hastily finished scrawling his written message on the scroll, then rolled it back up and fastened it shut with a seal of ice. “This should have the relevant details,” he said, handing both it and the Infi-Map to Gruefang. “She should seek out the Lady Pandora and tell her… tell her I must know if Kilaris grows unstable. If it is as I suspect, then we cannot delay action any longer.”

Gruefang’s beady eyes grew wide. “Kilaris?” he whispered, as though saying the name any louder would cause it to shatter. “Are you certain?”

“... unfortunately so.” If possible, a heavier weight seemed to fall over Frostbite’s shoulders. “Go quickly. There is no time to waste.

“And… pray that I am wrong,” he added quietly as Gruefang sprinted out of the cave.

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Clockwork’s tower was not immune to the shudder, either. The hundreds of clocks spread across Long Now each stumbled over a few misplaced seconds as the shudder washed over them. 

If Clockwork himself felt it pass through him, though, he did not show it. He simply kept his gaze fixed resolutely on the time window in front of him, showing Fleetfloe rapidly approaching the Acropolis. A sigh escaped him and echoed into the chorus of clocks that had resumed their ticking.

Everything was as it should be.

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Vlad massaged his temple as he stormed into his City Hall office. The meeting with the head of the city council had been just as insufferable as he’d predicted - as these meetings always were.

Bureaucracy and its silly complexities. If he could, he’d choose to run Amity Park the same way he ran his businesses, with him as the ultimate decision maker. Things would just be so much simpler. 

He collapsed into his desk chair with a dramatic flourish. Barely 10:30 in the morning and he was already nursing a migraine. Splendid. 

Perhaps a pick-me-up was in order.

He rummaged in his desk - quite literally in his desk, he phased a hand into a hollowed out compartment he’d personally installed - and pulled out a silver flask. He popped off the cap and took a deep inhale of the green vapor that drifted out of the top. Yes, this blend of ectoplasmic supplements would work nicely to stimulate his ghost half’s healing.

He raised the flask in a sardonic toast to no one in particular. “Another day, yet another problem to solve,” he said in his driest voice.

He’d no sooner than put the flask to his lips when the shudder passed through him.

Acidic green liquid stained the rug as the flask fell from his grasp. The feeling that flooded Vlad took him back over twenty years, to before he’d even had his accident, when he and Jack had woken up with strong hangovers after crashing a party. His sudden nausea and the cloudiness in his head so strongly reminded him of that memory that he wondered briefly if he’d consumed too much wine at last night’s dinner party (an inane thought; his hybrid metabolism quite literally burned through alcohol).

The feeling only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing without a trace.

“Mayor Masters!” the secretary cried as she burst into the office. Vlad hurriedly nudged his overcoat off the back of his chair and kicked it into a heap over the stain of ectoplasm on the rug. “I heard a noise, are you alright?”

“Just fine, Marta,” he said through a thin smile. “I only dropped my phone.”

Her forehead crinkled. “I could’ve sworn I heard someone shouting in here.”

“Mm, no? It’s just me in here.”

“Huh.” Marta did not seem completely satisfied with this answer, but she turned to leave anyway. “Alright, well… just let me know before you head out to that lunch interview. I’ll need to give you those files.” She walked away shaking her head muttering to herself.

It wasn’t until the door clicked into place that Vlad relaxed, but only marginally. There was no telling what that feeling had truly been, and he did not like not knowing things.

Well, that wasn’t completely true. There was one thing he knew for certain. 

Whatever it had been, it had most definitely been ghost related, and he suspected he knew exactly what had caused it. Still, there was one person he probably needed to talk to in order to confirm his suspicions.

He pulled his personal cell phone out of his pocket and thumbed through his contacts. It didn’t take long to find the one he was looking for.

“... Ah, Jack! I’m so glad you picked up, I wanted to ask you something…”

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The epicenter of the shudder and the center of the Infinite Realms, as it turns out, was located within a crumbling castle with nothing around it as far as the eye could see. 

Of course, the force of the shudder shook the castle. Not with any sort of violence, but just enough to knock a few pieces of stone rubble from the walls. One of those pieces of stone fell from the ceiling of the throne chamber. 

It fell and struck a coffin leaning against the throne.

A crack emerged.

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“You’re so full of it. The Cruiser Gravity Rifle is a million times better at beating Sollix than the Titanium Crossbow.” 

Sam scoffed at Tucker’s claim. “Please. How long have you been playing DOOMED again? The Cruiser Gravity Rifle is so not worth the recharge cycle it goes through. You can get way more consistent damage with the Titanium Crossbow.”

“What do you mean it’s not worth the recharge cycle?” Tucker protested. “At least you can get off more than one shot before you have to reload!”

“You also realize Sollix is, like, the lowest level troll boss in the whole game, right? You don’t even need a heavy-hitter to beat him. I bet there’s even a melee weapon that works well with him.”

“That’s what I did,” Danny chimed in. “The Blood-Forged Silver Shortsword worked pretty well for me.”

“That doesn’t count, ‘cause you phased back into the game to avoid having to deal with the crappy melee mechanics,” Tucker said. He flopped onto the grass unceremoniously. “Say what you want, but at least I’m not a cheater.”

“Hey!” Danny let go of Sam’s sneaker long enough to smack Tucker. “It’s not cheating if it’s a game mechanic.”

“Okay, but is it a game mechanic?” Sam grunted. She couldn’t stand doing crunches and pushups and such. Cardio was definitely more her speed.

Danny shrugged. “It’s not a bug and they haven’t patched it, so I’d call it a game mechanic.”

“Dude, you can’t exactly patch out ghosts overshadowing the game.”

A shrill whistle echoed across the field. “Alright! That’s time!” Coach Tetslaff hollered from her spot on the sideline. “Fill in your sheet and rotate partners.”

Sam rolled off of the mat and laid spread-eagle on the grass. Yeah, she’d be feeling that in the morning. Just like her to try and show off in gym class. “How many, D?”

“83. Showoff.” He set the worksheet down and climbed onto the mat. “C’mon, Tuck, you’re holding for me.”

Tucker groaned dramatically, but got up onto his knees anyway. “Just so you know,” he said, giving Danny a pointed look, “I’m only doing this ‘cause I’m hot and you’re a walking AC unit.”

“Also ‘cause your mom said she’d have your head if your gym grade doesn’t get any better. Not to mention Tetslaff will ream you if you don’t. She’s still mad at you for that stunt you tried to pull last week,” Sam added helpfully, cheeky grin and all.

Tucker’s glare turned to her. “How was I supposed to know she’d actually call the fake number and check?”

Danny folded his arms behind his head. “Probably ‘cause she was suspicious in the first place. I mean, the crutches were a little much for a sprained ankle.”

“Mom’s a nurse, she’s given crutches to plenty of -”

Another short whistle sounded. “Come on, hustle!” Tetslaff called. “You all ready? Then get goin’! Two minutes!”

With a grunt, Danny started doing his crunches. Sam watched with mild interest. Sure, last year’s Presidential Fitness Exam hadn’t gone the best for him, but he could pull through when need be. And there was no denying his ghost powers offered him a bit of an advantage, even if it didn’t totally show while in human form. He’d knocked the self-defense unit out of the park, after all.

“I was saying that Mom’s given crutches to people with sprained ankles before,” Tucker said. 

“Yeah? And how many is that?” Sam figured she didn’t need to know the exact number to know the answer.

His face flushed red. “I don’t - well, you know… she can’t tell me ‘cause of hippo,” he said, finishing with a smug smile. The uncertainty behind his eyes was way too obvious, though.

Sam gave him a look of disbelief. “Are you for real? Your mom is a nurse and you don’t even know it’s called HIPAA?”

“... Hippo, HIPAA, to-may-to, to-mah-to. Besides, I -” he cut off abruptly and looked down with a frown. “Uh, Danny? You okay dude?”

Sam glanced over to see Danny had stopped his crunches and was now sitting up with his hands held tightly over his sternum. All the color had drained from his face, and there was a noticeable drop in the temperature. 

Immediately, her internal alarms started blaring. She bolted upright. “Is it your ghost sense?” she asked, but she again suspected she knew the answer.

His mouth opened and closed a few times. “I don’t… I…” His brows furrowed, and he stared fixedly at Tucker’s chest, though his gaze was unfocused and glassy. “I… think something - something’s…”

Tucker reached for Danny’s water bottle. “Do you need your - oh, what the f-”

Green liquid funneled out of the top of the water bottle and slowly drifted aimlessly around Danny in little tendrils. Sam watched with wide eyes. Sure, she’d seen a lot of weird stuff since Danny had become half-ghost (a lot of weird stuff), but ectoplasm… It had never done this around him before.

Danny didn’t even seem to notice. He just continued to stare at the same spot, even as his eyes began to burn Phantom green. 

Then, just as suddenly as it had escalated, the floating ectoplasm stopped and fell to the ground, splashing all over the mat and the grass.

Before Sam could react, Danny leaned over and promptly threw up.

[watchyourbuck]

Wip Wednesday 𖤓

tagged by @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @smilingbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @lover-of-mine @jesuisici33 @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz & @honestlydarkprincess ✨ thank you all!

today I present yall with a new wip✍🏼 for now it’s gonna be called the (Im)patient Buck fic™️ and as a public service announcement I’ll just tell yall it’s gonna be a short-ish one shot, so may b posting soon 🤸🏽

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Buck was a patient man. He didn’t quite seem like one – history wise –, but yes, he was patient. His calmness and tranquility often spread to his family. He had to have a lot of patience growing up, to face his parents, and even more so when he wasn’t a child anymore, to keep himself from murdering Doug. All in all, he’d have slip-ups while on the job. People he wanted to save, people he couldn’t save, and people he didn’t want to save. It led to situations that could paint him in a somewhat reckless or imprudent light. God knows better than anyone that Bobby called him as much, referring to him as filled with impotence behind closed doors. At least, during the first year he served at the firehouse. Things smoothed over once he understood how to control his surface-level feelings. After sessions with a real therapist that conveniently knew how to pickpocket his hidden emotions, Buck started reacting to things differently. If he were to tell his own story, he’d say the last time he didn’t think something through was the lawsuit. Every other decision he had made since then, might have seen rushed or incorrect to the naked eye, but they all, without exception, had a reason behind them. Granted, some of them had fallen in the same bag as consequences of prior actions, but by the time he had a real family to protect, he could no longer disregard himself as expendable.

Particularly not after Eddie.

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[princessbrunette]

JOHN B FIC

in progress……… 👀👀👀

[stardust948]

ZK Month 2024 sneak peak

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Two Minds One Heart by super-who-locked-me-in-here

[ladyhoneydee]

Sweet Nothing

zelink | post-BotW/TotK | 1.3k

He’s humming as he cooks. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but to her, it’s the most important, miraculous sound in the world.  It means that, after everything they’ve gone through, they’re free. Happy. Together. And there is no stronger magic than that.

The world can be cruel, and cold, and demanding. But for newlyweds Zelda and Link, on a quiet night at home in Hateno, the world can be wondrously comforting, too. Inspired by the song Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift.

Read it on AO3 or FFN!

[sunflower-butch]

I wanna know abt love don’t know how to rest helloooooo

Oh of course you do :3c Deliladonna senses tingling eh? Take the dialogue with a grain of salt because I haven’t gotten to rewatch the recording to make sure it’s what was actually said and I’m going off of memory :3

Moonlight streamed through the five-pointed window, casting half of the bedroom in cool silver-white light, while the other half was painted a striking gold by the softly roaring fire in the hearth. A thick, downy comforter of navy blue covered the massive bed, big enough to share with space to spare–but they had an inkling that space would be unnecessary, finding herself carefully entwined in Belladonna’s arms more nights than not.

Something else caught her eye, the sheen of polished wood and the glint of steel strings stirring a sense of excitement in her chest. Delilah tapped Belladonna’s shoulder–careful not to think too hard about the tenderness of her own gesture, when most would receive a rough but affectionate elbow instead–and pointed out the guitar.

Belladonna followed the gesture, a far too gentle smile gracing their scaley face.

“You, uh,” Delilah murmured, her mouth suddenly dry and full of cotton. “You wanna play a song?”

The dragonborn didn’t pause a moment, an affectionate chuff escaping their chest.

Delilah scrambled onto the bed, eyes sparkling with excitement and completely glued to the burly cleric before her. Belladonna picked up the guitar, pulled something–a pick, she realized–from the bag, and then rested in the lounge chair, adjusting until the instrument was held comfortably in their grip. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for Belladonna to strum a few notes before tuning the guitar.

Belladonna’s shoulders shook as she took a deep breath. Delilah swore for a moment that there were tears glittering in those sapphire eyes she adored, and for a moment, a pang of regret hit her square in the chest–but Belladonna quickly blinked the tears away and their trembling hand steadied–

And then she began to play.

[acewithapaintbrush]

Chapter 5 of my Ghost Files/rottmnt crossover is done but I'm not completely happy yet so there is still a bit of tweaking to do but update should be soon

[puddingcake300]

While I'm working on a bigger wip, here's a small sneak peak in the form of an extremely smug Dr. Habit ehehe

Update: I have so many ongoing wips rn, I have no idea when this is gonna get finished 😭

[jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists]

Day 10 and it’s still rolling 🥰🥰

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Baz is in a state and he needs help. Luckily, Simon is always there for him.

Day 10 is here and it is ANGSTY. (Don’t worry, though. It’s angst with a happy ending 😌) This fic has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year now. Annnnnd, no promises or anything, but I’m considering adding a second installment to this particular fic 👀 so! Look forward to that 🥰

[l-e-e-woso]

Guess what?

My Ona Batlle x ADHD!Reader is now out!

Go read it and tell me what you think!

[lickingyellowpaint]

latest learned on bass: that's entertainment by the jam

next up to learn: 🌛 moondance 🌜

[wonderwaifu]

Can the next be Twilight and Vinyl Scratch?

aye aye captain 👍💙

[pandagirl45]

I'm going to be real right now

I love writing horror, thriller, psychological thriller, and sci-fi stuff in the snow. Frozen tundra. The arctic. That shit is the good setting. Second favorite settings are caves, tight spaces like old ruins, deserted tiny towns with hidden passages. That, that is some good areas in my opinion. I love that stuff. Gosh, all the movie I've seen I really like, adore took place in those setting. The thing. AvP requiem. Harbinger down. The thaw (guilty pleasure). Van helsing (more of a action thriller).

I had to share this because I am writing a story in the arctic. That sweet medium where it is nor dark completely but it can be dark for a while. Goodness I'm excited. It is a winteriron story but it doesn't change the absolute ideas I have for the fanfic. I have the outline written, it just coming out in flows. I'm so pumped. I will be sharing small excerpts from each chapter I write.

Really excited. \(*v*)/ Tony is going to be on a journey and half. (Excited!)

[harlowsbby]

Wrote my first fic based off a music video 😋

[girl-ontherocks]

Lunch date today 🙃