#it will happen eventually

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #8

[masterlist] [part two]

Prompt found here

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It was summer break, and Danny was lost in the Infinite Realms. He wasn't too worried, now that he'd officially been crowned the High King, his subjects had mostly stopped attacking Amity Park, and he was eager to finally get some exploring done now that he could take a break. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker knew Danny was, his parents thought he was spending the week at Tucker's, and he had Clockwork's promise that Danny would make it home by the end of the week no matter how long he was stuck in the Realms, so he was golden. The only thing he'd forgotten was the map of the Infinite Realms that would tell him where he was and how to get back home, but he'd been working with Wulf on making his own portals, so if he really needed to, he had a way out.

But that was just in case, for now, he was just having fun being lost. There were so many things to see and places to explore! Like where he was exploring currently, it was this old gothic theatre with surrounding alleys, there were hidey-holes and hidden storage rooms, and there was an old fashioned elevator floor, this place had everything!

"Martha, there seems to be someone here," a man's voice came from around the corner ahead of him. Danny froze, not sure what to do. W-was this someone's haunt?! It didn't look occupied when he first found it!

"Oh, the poor dear! I thought Bruce had put an end to theatre shootings, though?" A woman, likely Martha, responded. She sounded genuinely worried and confused as to why he was there, and that... That gave Danny pause. Because that wasn't the normal reaction of a ghost whose haunt had been intruded upon.

The man sighed. "Martha, dear, you know he prefers to go by Batman when wearing the cowl. I've told you before, we should respect our son's wishes."

Their son is Batman?! Does that mean Batman's a ghost?

"I know, I know, but Thomas, that's not the important part! There's someone in the theatre when there shouldn't be! What if they're hurt, or lost, or confused? We need to help them!" Martha exclaimed.

Danny took an unneeded breath and floated forward, a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh, hi there," he said, giving a small wave. In front of him were two gothically dressed ghosts, one male and the other female. The woman, Martha, was wearing a dark green and black striped ball gown, a line of golden buttons decorating the front of the bodice. Thomas, her partner, was wearing a matching green overcoat with black trim, and a matching pair of black dress pants and dress shirt, with a classy top hat, golden buttons, and cufflinks to finish the look. They both had black hair and glowing blue eyes, and both had a small golden bat pinned to their chest above their hearts. They both seemed surprised to see him, maybe they expected him to be hiding somewhere deeper in the theatre?

Martha seemed to come to her senses before Thomas, and was soon hovering right in front of him, pale fingers ghosting over his face and arms with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, you're just a child! You poor dear, you must be so confused! Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? You certainly don't feel like one of ours, were you visiting Gotham when you died?"

Danny leaned back slightly, flustered and unsure what she was talking about. "I, uh, I've never been to Gotham? I was born and raised in Amity Park? I-I technically died there, too, but that's a bit of a story. Um, what exactly do you mean, I don't feel like one of yours?"

Turned out, if someone highly influential to a city or town died in either a highly traumatic or a sufficiently influential way, they became the spirit of that city or town. Thomas and Martha Wayne were highly respected and looked up to by all of Gotham before they were murdered, and while their deaths weren't exactly traumatic enough at the time for them to have become the spirits of Gotham, they did inspire their son, well known billionaire Bruce Wayne, to become the vigilante and Justice League founder Batman. Once Batman became well known across Gotham, the couple were elevated in status and the previous spirit of Gotham was relieved of their duties. A brief tangent revealed that the spirit of a city or a town had different duties depending on what their city or town needed. For Gotham, and more specifically Thomas and Martha, it was being a beacon of hope and change as well as helping their family's fight to better the city and minimize crime.

"So," Danny said slowly. "Because I'm the protector of Amity Park, does that make me Amity's spirit?"

Thomas shook his head. "It doesn't quite work like that, son. Not every town or every city has a spirit, and a city or town spirit can't be less than fully dead, unlike other powerful positions, such as the High King."

"Not to mention," Martha spoke up, "that as the High King, you can't hold any other ghostly position of power, or else the balance would destabilize, sending all of reality into chaos. As such, the oaths of the High King include the renouncing of any and all former ghostly appointments that might interfere with the balance. It's part of why the Observants never tried taking the throne from Pariah Dark, to be honest."

Danny sat there, thinking over everything he'd just learned. Honestly, he'd learned more about his kingdom, subjects, and the culture that goes with it in one conversation than he had in the entire time he'd been a halfa. "There's so much I don't know, isn't there?" Danny asked after a moment.

Thomas and Martha smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry," Thomas said as he put an arm around Danny's shoulder. "You have time to learn it all, though some of this you really should have learned before making your oaths. I'd like to have words with your guardian, they appear to have been slacking in their duties."

Danny's mind blanked. Guardian? Surely, not his parents. Though. This seemed to be another ghostly thing, so probably—"Clockwork? Or... Maybe Pandora, or Frostbite? I'm... Not actually sure who my guardian is, are they supposed to let me know they're my guardian? Also, how does that work, how does someone become the guardian of a younger ghost?"

"You don't know your own guardian?" Martha cried in disbelief.

"Danny, may I take a look at your core? I feel we'll get more answers that way, but I wouldn't want to impose," Thomas asked gently.

"Why would that be an imposition?" Danny asked.

Martha gently took his hand in hers. "A ghost's core makes up everything that is them, their likes, their dislikes, their personality, their obsession, even their bonds. To let someone look at your core is to trust them with your very soul. Never let someone look at your core unless you trust them with everything you hold dear, alright?"

Shocked, Danny nodded. There was a lot he didn't know. "O-okay, um, yeah, you can look at it, Thomas," he breathed shakily. "I trust you."

Danny did not have a guardian. He had fright-mates in the form of his liminal sister and friends, but he didn't have a guardian or really any other bonds. Thomas raged and Martha cried and the both of them begged him to choose someone to be his guardian. He was a baby ghost, halfa or not, and his core needed the support of a guardian in order to not overwork itself trying to protect him, and end up hurting him instead, potentially permanently. They cautioned him that, with how powerful he already was, his guardian would have to be quite powerful, themselves, like an ancient or a tribe leader. When Danny asked if a city spirit or two would work, they both hugged him so tightly and so warmly that he melted into the embrace, frozen tears falling from his eyes.

"So, does this make me Batman's little brother?" Danny asked with a sniffle sometime later, after the couple agreed to be Danny's guardians.

Martha gasped and put a hand to her mouth, looking to Thomas with mirth in her eyes. "Bruce always wanted a sibling, growing up," she agreed with a laugh.

Thomas smiled at both of them. "Danny even looks the part when he's human!"

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Two weeks after Danny's ghostly adoption saw Danny giggling to himself as he walked up the front steps of Wayne Manor with his backpack hanging from his shoulder. He knocked politely and waited for Alfred, the butler and his brother's father figure, to answer. When he did, he took one look at Danny and smirked. "They're in the family media room, master Danny. Would you like some tea?"

Danny grinned and nodded. "You're the man, Alfred. They suspect anything?"

"Not a thing, master Danny. I shall be recording everything via the security cameras, just as the master and madam requested. Nothing will be missed. I'll bring the tea in when things have calmed down," Alfred said as he started walking back to the kitchen.

He suppressed a maniacal laugh. This was going to be awesome.

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MWAHAHA!!! I SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO WORK IN A WAY OF ADDING ONTO THIS FICLET WITH AN ALREADY EXISTING PROMPT!ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ Now. If someone could find me the post about the spirits of cities, specifically Gotham, that'd be great. I know there IS one, cuz that's what spawned the fic "A Change in Management" over on AO3 (I'll provide a link and proper citing later), I just can't find it (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

I'm really happy I managed to finish this, because holy heck, my day was just... Really crazy (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）but it was worth it for y'all (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Have a good morning/day/night!

[teeskz]

the votes are saying s.coups but please keep it san 😭😭😭 i need a good san fic

awww😭😭 okay listen, here was my thinking. the original idea I had for my San fic, I just felt suited a different person. but…i do have another idea in my mind which is tailored towards him, and i might even get a chance to start on it this weekend. dw, i’m still looking out for you san fans (INCLUDING MYSELF) 😋

[brosif40]

What does King Sunshine Boo think of Mario? Does he have feelings for him? please that question does not let me sleep :"C

Oh he definitely has feelings for Mario, Sunshine thinks it's cute how determined he can be (especially when they first met) He thinks Mario's strong, kind and brave- only in secret though

Sunshine really doesn't want to tell him how he feels (sees it as a crush that'll pass)

The others disagree tho >:3

[that-agender-from-pluto]

I'm sorry, but I think spoon would thrive in more androgynous / fem leaning outfits

[the-confused-little-anomaly]

Ok guys I just read the latest chapter of ftfo and I need to scream.

And you probably need to scream as well... so this is the screaming post.

It doesn't matter at what chapter in the story you are or even if you read ftfo. If you need to scream just scream. I'll start.

AaaaAaaAAaAaaaaAaaAaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAaaAaaAAAAAaaaaaAAAaaaaaaAAAAaaAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa

Here have a kitten, I wish you a good day.

[island-monkie]

Somewhere deep within my gay little brain told me that these fuckers are similar and I don't know why I associate them with eachother.

[lilliesndremains]

what if mcr announces a new album on foundations anniversary what if mcr announce a new album on gerards birthday what if mcr

[electric-ecclectic]

Whenever Sig inevitably gets arrested in Fontaine, do u guys think she and Childe would play card games through the bars—

[silas-png]

good morning motherfuckers it’s a fucking Monday and I wanna fight god, how are y’all?

[kasperbunny]

I absolutely just refuse to f/o knockout for whatever reason but I'm going to fall into his clutches eventually

[0utrenoir]

asked a random woman and she said no guess it is me and my faithful cabernet d'anjou then.

[vrtlkm]

HK Mimic Moths: Xero

Similar to Lurien, Xero is also a Hollownest immigrant. He arrived with his mother when he was  just a grub. Unfortunately, the trip across the wastes greatly weakened her, as she gave most of their limited food and medical supplies to her child to make sure he would survive. His mother literally collapsed at the entrance of Dirtmouth and was found by a moth couple. Though they did their best to save her, she passed on mere days after arriving. The couple then took in her young son and raised him as their own, no differently than any member of the moth tribe. 

Xero’s parents, based on his mother’s appearance, initially believed that he was some species of ant. When he ended up sprouting wings, however, they began to theorize that he was some type of hybrid, which could explain why his mother was alone and not safe with her colony (I head cannon that though there are some ant colonies who may allow other members outside of the queen to reproduce, they DO NOT allow breeding with outside species). In truth, Xero is a type of wasp known as a red velvet ant or cow killer ant. The females are wingless and can be mistaken for ants and only the females have a stinger, so no cool stinger for Xero. 

Though Xero’s parents initially kept more to their tribes old traditions, they were not as strict or as inflexible as many of the members of the traditionalist faction. Initially, their alignment fell between the traditional and neutral factions. Due to this, Xero’s closest friend growing up was Markoth, whose own mother was firmly in the neutral faction of the Moth Tribe. However, as time past, the zealotry and conservatism of the Traditionalists increased, which began making life very difficulty for Xero as he was not a moth, for all he was raised in and practiced their traditions. Unwilling to see their son suffer from this prejudice, Xero’s parents switched over to the reformist faction of the Moth Tribe, abandoning their former religion and culture for that of Hollownest’s. 

Though Xero and Markoth continued their friendship, it began to become more and more strained as they reached adulthood. Xero, like many of the Traditionalists and Reformists, grew frustrated with the Neutrals not picking a side, seeing this as a weakness of character. They still consider each other friends, but Xero and Markoth are much more distant from each other now. 

Xero currently serves as a knight for the Pale King and he aspire’s to become a member of the Great Knights. This is something he is closer to achieving than he realizes, due to his exemplary service and prodigious skill. However, though he buries it deep within him, Xero resents the prejudice his parents have suffered (though they try to hide it from him) and also feels bitter about being forced to abandon the traditions and culture he was raised in.   

Below is a picture of Xero’s species:

[hollowaluminumvessel]

I'm going to get "The Magnus Archives is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill" tattooed across my chest. it's going to happen I swear

[ughgoaway]

omg two month anniversary since chapter 5 of my series... chapter 6 is sitting pretty at about 800 words so you could say I'm a very quick writer

[miroslavcloset]

(seriously manifesting)

[bruise-life]

The urge to make a Ninjago AU