The cult of...Danny Fenton?
So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.
He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.
So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.
They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.
They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.
Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.
Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"
After his birthday, they kept up the joke.
It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.
Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!
He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.
Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."
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personally i just feel that benny is the type to have trouble sleeping & stay up with bleary eyes watching television while holding you beneath his arm, only to suddenly say "come with me" and the next thing you know you're sleepily riding on the back of his bike, cheek to his strong back, feeling his soft but stuttering breath as he drives into the night <3
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let the games begin
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@buckybarnesoffical is Bucky one and @therealbuckybarnes is Bucky two:)
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> [Introducing Evil, Part 1]
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[ID: A digitally drawn comic page depicting Eclipse from the Working for E.V.I.L. AU. Multiple blank panels are featured at the top of the page, each filled in with a dark blue-grey that slowly fades into a warm brown. Eclipse is depicted in the last panel, highly distressed as smoke bellows around him. He sits, looking downward, sweat drips from his face as he stares wide eyed at his folded hands. Next to eclipse are speech bubbles in a dark blue spoken by an off screen character, the text says “Eclipse? Eclipse, I asked you to tell me how the project is going.” Eclipse is a circular headed animatronic that has multiple sun-like rays surrounding his head, he wears a black turtleneck sweater and a necklace that holds a star. He is primarily a burnt orange with dark brown accents. /End ID]
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Dande sighs, “Man… don’t you ever just wanna go home?” Jalester replies, “A lot,” and Dande says, “You should.” Jalester says, “Maybe I’ll get to. Not yet.” Dande says, “You could after this. Shadowdale…” Jalester says, “Maybe. Maybe you could come with.”
Dande looks at him for a moment before saying, “I feel like we don’t wanna have the same conversation. That’s okay. We’ll just…” He stops, considers, then nods. “No, it’s okay.” Jalester does not press, giving another glance towards Solias and Khari, and the conversation dies away as they watch the fire burn down low.
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the supreme court is so comically evil like you really have to vote blue across the board they made it legal to criminalize homelessness, overturned chevron which means the extremely conservative courts get to override health officials and environmental regulations
like infant mortality has increased by 8% in some states post roe, they will avoid the trump immunity case as long as possible, they essentially shielded all the jan 6 rioters
if biden loses we could be stuck with 6-3 or 7-2 extremely conservative judges for decades!!! that could mean 40 years of social rights regulations and health codes thrown out the door!!! look how much we’ve lost in 8 years?
and what about pack the courts? you can’t pack the courts with this split congress you can’t pass roe laws with this split congress you really have to vote blue all the way
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Gale accidentally ingests part of a sussur flower and can't use magic for a while.
@sorceresssundries was this what you were looking for ????
“Veni et iuva me,” he said, a slight wavering of his voice as again the spell had fizzled out in front of his very eyes.
The problems had started some hours ago, an ache in his bones, a gentle hum of the orb demanding more and yet no matter how many magic artefacts he had offered it in tribute, it had not been enough. Now he sat alone in his tent, the very weave itself around him abandoning him.
“Veni et iuva me.” Again, nothing but the quiet whispers of his voice. “Veni et iuva me… please…” He flicked his arm out in front of him in desperation, believing that maybe the somatic component was the problem with his fatigued body. His voice trembled further and his denial faltered. No, he couldn’t simply be without magic, his whole life and purpose ceasing to be in this very moment. It wasn’t possible that Mystra had truly forsaken him or that the orb had taken its fill and was now ready to bring his demise; in this state, broken and alone. It had to be the spell, it had to be the words he had spoken since he was a boy. It had to be anything but the cold harsh truth that was setting into his mind; that this was it. It was time he left.
He tried to write the words to his companions, but his hands shook too much against the paper. Fear or the orb, he could not tell, but little time could be wasted on such frivolities. He grabbed what items he could and packed them quickly before peering out of the tent, making sure that the coast was clear. He wouldn’t let anyone see him as he left, seeing him at his weakest, at his most worthless; not that it was much more than he usually was…
This was it for Gale Dekarios as he swallowed the midnight tears and left for the forest, to a place he hoped would be far enough away to cause no harm.
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