#lord commander! ghost

[frogchiro]

HISTORICAL AU???? LORD COMMANDER GHOST??????? OMG CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT IT PLRASE PLEEEAAASEEEEEEEEE

also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WRITING YOURE LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR ON TUMBLR ily❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you bby!♡

And yes, Lord Commander Ghost :(( He and his troops have to rest and their place of choice was some backwater village in the north, though he supposes it could be worse since it wasn't a slum like most villages he encountered on his journey.

What really caught his eye though were the giggles and splashing of water when he walked near the lake on the outskirts of the village. He supposes that curiosity took the better of him and he decided to investigate...to find you.

Sweet little naked you who splashed around in the water along with other young maidens, naked and carefree like some kind of water nymphs. The other girls were pretty, sure, but you were just...something else, something that made his cock stir in his breeches; be it your soft-looking clear skin that glistened with droplets of water, that angelic giggle of yours or your curvy, soft figure with nice thick thighs, full tits and broad hips...

Those will surely keep Simon up at night later when he's resting in his tent and jerking his hard, leking cock to the thought of you moaning and writhing underneath him as he thrusts his dick inside you, huge scarred hands bruising your hips as he growls and roars in pleasure, promising to breed you with a nice strong baby and take you away from here back to his castle♡

[determined-wolfworm]

“I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls”

[kolumnist-art]

I haven't posted in a while, but lately I haven't much time for drawing. So I stole my Targaryen Prince Jon from my previous fanart and dressed him up in his canon look 😅 So here is…

Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell ⚔️ 998th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch.

Who do you ship Jon Snow with? ❤️

[telestoapologist]

Cayde: ❝ Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to answer an age-old question. ❞

Shaxx: ❝ Right. What is Mara Sov's deal? Is she single? ❞

Cayde: ❝ What- no. She's dating Sjur, come on. The question is: ❛ Who here does the best impression of Commander Zavala? ❜ You will be judged on voice, body language, and overall lack of flair. Everyone will perform the same scenario: ❛ Commander Zavala eating a marshmallow for the very first time ❜. Let the Zaval-off begin! ❞

Amanda, in her best Zavala voice: ❝ What is this glutinous monstrosity before me? ❞

Shiro-4, calmly yet skeptically: ❝ The sugar in this is quite sweet. ❞

Drifter: (gleeful, goofy giggling)

Cayde: ❝ That's your Zavala impression? ❞

Drifter, casually: ❝ What? I can hear ol' blue doin' it. ❞

Ghost, also in his best Zavala voice: ❝ Looks like a sticky pillow... ❞

Cayde: ❝ I don't care for it... Classical music. ❞

(everyone laughs)

Zavala: ❝ What's going on in here? What are you all doing? ❞

Cayde: ❝ Commander! Hey! Nothing, just- eatin' some marshmallows. Care for one? ❞ (slowly pushes him the bag while everyone watches with baited breath)

Zavala: ❝ Marsht-mellow... ❞ (eats one, begins giggling with delight at the taste)

Drifter, grinning in smug pride: ❝ Ha! I knew it. ❞

[knightofthenewrepublic]

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

Bit of fanart I did of @ribbondee ‘s fic, An Interesting Arrangement

[phantomwarrior12]

WIP Wednesday - Agonizing Rescue

TW: Character Death

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She was supposed to come home.

But when neither she nor her Ghost reported in, Shaxx was forced to presume the worst.

That she wasn't coming home - not without help.

So, Zavala led a fireteam inside the Throne World. Shaxx demanded to be on it and the Titans rendezvoused with Ikora beyond Savathún's stronghold. They pushed inside, tearing apart anything that dared oppose them until they reached the tower the Young Wolf had last reported from. 

Until they found her form stilled upon stone and Ghost hovering anxiously beside her. Until Shaxx bolts past the Vanguard to get to her side and her Little Light flickers upright.

Shaxx barely touches her before the questions find a voice. "What happened? Why isn't she–"

"I don't know," Ghost’s voice wavers. "Savathún did something, I-I can bring her back."

His spine straightens, his gaze swinging up to the Vanguard as they stop a few feet from the Guardian’s body. They exchange a look, one that Shaxx is desperate to decipher but his eyes drop to the Young Wolf as he gathers her in his arms.

She's still warm and for a moment, he holds out hope that she isn't gone and just…just unconscious. That's why Ghost cannot revive her. That his Hunter is still breathing and he’ll feel that subtle stiffen she always does when she's startled awake.

"I'm here, dearest," he murmurs, clutching her close, "I came for you, as I promised."

"Let's get her home, Shaxx." Zavala lays a hand on his shoulder and the Warlord has no choice but to obey.

He rises slowly, cradling her against his chest. Her form is completely limp and a knot binds itself in his throat.

Wake up.

A wordless plea as he starts toward the bridge.

Come home.

A silent command.

Shaxx can hear Zavala and Ikora begin to follow him but then the air around them shifts. He stops dead in his tracks, his hold on his Hunter doubling down as he pivots back toward the courtyard behind them.

The air itself crackles with Arc, igniting in vibrant flashes of blue here and there and dangerously close as Savathún makes her presence known in the center of the courtyard. As her wings extend in a show of prominence and power that exudes a confidence he loathes. As Shaxx’s breath hitches in a muted rage that roars from the pit of his soul.

She took the Young Wolf away from him.

If he can kill the Witch Queen, it's possible that whatever Hive magic is keeping his beloved beyond his reach will dissipate with Savathún's Light.

"Well, well…I'm so glad the Vanguard could drop by." Savathún's voice echoes across stone and Shaxx squares his shoulders. "You sent your Guardian to deal with me. Such a pity."

"What have you done to her?" Shaxx demands sharply.

He can't think straight. He's too angry. Too grief-stricken to process the full extent of the situation. Too tormented by the weight in his arms that he will not leave until he can have her back.

"A small spell to keep her docile." The Witch Queen hums, gesturing with one hand. "She severed my bindings to the Traveler, I severed hers to life."

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[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: And Still He Has Not Found It

[glistening-gay]

Happy Halloween!

[bentbats]

@nemesis-is-my-middle-name hey so ive still been thinking about this au- so heres some doodles in no particular order. assorted thoughts below read more because i am simply a nervous man.

First: emmet deserves a crackhead rotom. i think this has been talked about but it simply is true. I dont reckon he has a lot of pokemon given his only way to get pokeballs would be like... theft from galaxy team survey members who go a little too high up and get the wits scared out of them by emmet and his pack of spooky boys and drop some of their stuff. might be able to figure out the recipe himself given enough study and the couple of broken balls that got hucked at him by one overly ambitious survey crew memeber- but regardless hes probably not packing a full team of 6 like ingo, lamo Second: *cracks knuckles* its emmets turn on the coat angst. If hes still conscious after those nasty bitter malices- i would not be surprised if his brain is still a little on high alert. people have not been nice to him and that's HIS comfort object thank you verrry much. We can apply ingo to this problem though. itll be fine. itll be fine. Third: Hot springs. Brother shenanigans. I do not know how quickly the two of them would regain their memories but i do think they should get to have. nice things. like hot springs. and good food. and braiding hair. there's some vague thoughts here (Emmet might have a hard time believing ingo is REAL at first, given most of his interactions with the man in black have been through illusions made from half formed memories. A zoroua trying to comfort him with a familiar face seems more likely then whatever... all this is.  its so bright and warm in here...) ANYWAYS BROTHERS. THEY’RE BROTHERS. Lastly: uh. I do not think emmets first encounter with a ghost born zorua would go well! thats a dead body! thats someone you could’ve helped, but didnt find in time! Thats BAD! breakdown breakdown baby. It would probably only strengthen his resolve to patrol and help people on the mountain though. and if he couldnt help them in life then at least maybe he can make their afterlife... softer. less spiteful.

[red-elric]

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so the epilogues are bad. obviously. immutable.

......

but.

hear me out.

what if I were to tell you.

homestuck^2 is kinda good lowkey

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining having spent the night with a lover who isn't in the 141, only to wake up the next morning and there's in intervention waiting for you in the rec room.

Like, at first you're just confused. But when Price opens his mouth to ask you about how you slept...you have a bit of a meltdown. Why does it matter? Why is everyone staring at you? What's going on?

Soap grabs the collar of your t-shirt and pulls it down so everyone can get a look at the dark hickies dotting your neck. You slap his hand away, tears in your eyes.

"So all of you can do whatever you want? Sneak bitches on base and fuck around at all the bars we pass through! But I'm not allowed to do anything with someone I actually like?!"

It hurts. It feels like you're being stripped bare in front of them.

Price sighs, his gaze softens. It's obvious he doesn't want to have this conversation but something you've done has given him no choice. Soap just stands a few feet away, chest puffed out, eyeing you with a strange annoyance. You know if you try to leave he'll stop you.

"You are...not in the same position as us." Price tries and winces. He's obviously not putting his thoughts into soft enough words, but he continues. "You are...it is our responsibility to keep you safe."

"Safe? You're trying to keep me safe?" Your voice is raised higher than you've ever raised it at Price. "Safe by what? Fighting off all the guys at the bars? Safe by spreading lies about me to all of the PMCs and the other Task Forces?"

Price just closed his eyes and set his jaw. He had to know about the subterfuge you'd been experiencing for well over a couple years now. Everyone in the room was guilty as charged.

"You're and asset. And you're also a liability." Ghost speaks up, eyes narrowed, stance way too relaxed against the metal folding chair he sits in. "Do you remember what happened to the 7th Division?"

Saliva pools in your mouth, a sudden queasiness filling your stomach. Yeah, of course you remembered. Their beloved medic had been kidnapped by a group of angry drug lords using a mercenary group as their muscle. The 7th Division had gone in guns blazing to get their member back and well...they'd been wiped out. And their star medic they'd sacrificed everything for? She'd been brainwashed and inducted into the very agency that stole her away.

KORTAC

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You mutter. "Please tell me you're not."

"We can't have you fraternizing with anyone." Price states smoothly. "As our medic, you have a responsibility to us, your team. We can't have you getting caught up in something bigger."

"I understand what you're saying, but can't you see how ridiculous this is?" You try to reason. "I'm human, I have- god this is embarrassing. I h-have wants and...needs, just like you guys."

The silence is loud. You can't meet anyone's gaze. Price steps closer to you, swallowing hard. His next few words are spoken softly, conspiratorially.

"All of your needs will be taken care of. We will never let you suffer by yourself."

Price cocks his head to the men before you both. All of them straighten beneath his gaze. Price places a hand on the small of your back.

"Whatever it takes." He commands them. "I better not hear or see anything. Do I make myself clear?"

A trio of "yessirs" bounce off the white walls. Price just smiles and nods. He pats your back.

"There we go. You'll be fine." He sighs. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to your guest."

Your eyes widen, your throat drops into your stomach.

"Wait!"

"We've got ye, Bonnie. You n' all yer needs."

Six hands are on you from several different angles. Their massive frames block out the fluorescent lights.

"Ah, where are you goin'?" Gaz chuckles, his arm wraps around your belly.

You try to run after Price but the rec room door is slammed shut and locked. You try to push the closest man away, but he just grins down at you.

[deadsetobsessions]

Hera stood, waiting for her turn at last. The Queen of the Greek Pantheon traced the lines of neon green, its light reflecting against her true form in a soothing way. She’s no stranger to patience, to waiting. But there were little of those that had the gall to make her wait, and even smaller of that number that she would tolerate such behavior. Regardless, this was the one being she could not afford to offend and so, she waits. Her many forms, her divine self, perceived the room and compared it to her own halls of residence.

Olympus was much more intricate, carved of noble marble and inlaid with countless of priceless metals and gems and divinity. Twelve seats of power atop an engineering wonder, halls adorned with the brightest of the original flames, an hearth that was roaring at Hesta’s skillful hands.

In comparison, this throne room had been changed much since she was last here. Gone were the spikes of terror and screams of the damned. Now… it looked like the most bare throne room she’d ever bore witness to.

And yet, as she waited for the Boy King, Hera could feel the subtle thrum of impossible power. The new king did not flare his will and might like the previous tyrant, and for that, Hera approved. She has had quite enough of living with and under tyrants who cared only for themselves… and their bed achievements whilst failing spectacularly in their marital roles. Zeus was not a good life partner and Hera regretted ever saying yes to him many times in her immortal life. And yet… she loved him still.

The doors opened, and a small figure floated in, flanked by the previous King’s Knight. Perhaps that is what makes this Boy King so dangerous, Hera thought as she dipped into a bow, because he can turn the loyalest to his side.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, in ghost speak.

“Heya, Hera!” The Boy King greeted her back, before waving the Knight away. Hera marveled, a bit, at the sheer confidence he had to dismiss his knight in her presence. Even the last king kept the knights around to ensure his power was always in display, always unchallengeable. The Boy King could destroy her with a snap of a finger and he knows it. He knows that she knows it.

“What did you need?” The Boy King asked, grin still on place as he floated to her instead of seating himself on his throne. Hera masked the bit of confusion she felt in pursuit of her goal.

“I have come here to ask of you a favor,” she began. “I am aware that… you are fond of this, the earth in which I reside in?”

Hera carefully picked her word. Everybody knows that the new King Phantom had laid claim to not only the Infinite Realms as is normal of his station, but an entire Earth as his haunt. He had the power to do so, she could finally see, now that she was standing before him. It would not do for Hera to get her strings cut because she claimed what is his.

“Sure. Why?” The Boy King tilted his head, narrowing that predator green upon her true form.

“Do you know of the Justice League, my lord?”

“Phantom’s fine,” he waved a hand. “And yeah, sure do! Why?”

Hera tilted her many forms in acknowledgement of the command. She bowed.

“My daughter, of a sort, is Diana Prince. Wonder Woman. She is… in grave danger. We can not exert our influence over a land that does not have our history. I can not interfere and aid her.”

“Oh, you want me to help her?” His tone was exasperated, and Hera spoke even more carefully in fear of offending him.

“Yes, if it pleases you. And it would be most gracious of you should Your Majesty have time to watch over her. I fear the danger will not leave her so quickly.”

There was a brief period of silence before King Phantom sighed. “And if it does not please me to do so?”

Hera looked up and locked gazes with evaluating green. “Then I am afraid I will be breaking a fair bit of cosmic law, King Phantom.”

He laughed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll check up on Wonder Woman.”

Hera blinked her many eyes, peacock feathers spreading in shock at how easily he allowed her favors. She did not even have to beg.

King Phantom turned to leave before pausing. “Hera, if you need help, just ask. Preferably without beating around the bushes next time. Also, Pandora misses you. You might want to hang around for tea later.”

Hera regarded him with the might of her divinity, which was but hardly a spec of his own kindness. The last one had not had her respect. Fear, yes. But never respect But this one…

“Yes, my King.”

“It’s just Phantom.” He shot back as he left, the Knight returning to his side once more.

Hera transformed into a more mortal form. She had not seen Pandora in a long time, the young woman had made quite an impression on her. Perhaps her old friend could be convinced in helping her punch Zeus and ruin her beloved husband’s day. Hera hummed, the green that used to flicker acidly against her divine form now only soothed. A reflection of its owner.

King Phantom is worthy of her regard.

——

Holy shit, a goddess asked him to check on the Justice League! She was super weird about it and talked in a really old way of speaking, but Danny hadn’t had anything to do for the past few days while entering the zone for his annual check up.

Danny waved away Fright Knight and dived into the portal that would take him directly to the Justice League and Diana!

He floated down from the portal, blinking at group of disheveled and injured superheroes surrounded by a group of demons. Belial?

“King Phantom.” Belial rumbled. Danny waved, not noticing the standstill his presence forced.

“Shite.” The British man cursed, drawing on his magic once more.

“King Phantom?” Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, said quizzically.

“Who?” Batman, Batman! That’s actually Batman, rumbled.

“High King of the Infinite Realms. We’re buggered if he decides to help Belial.”

“Wait, like the god of gods, that King Phantom?” Captain Marvel asked. Ancients, why are all of them electrical based? Danny hates electricity.

Danny floated closer to them, grinning in a friendly way before frowning as they tensed up.

“King Phantom. May I ask why you have graced us with your presence, my King?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman! Your mom asked me to babysit you!” He grinned, sharp and mischievous.

“What…?” The Flash asked, zipping to their side. “Her mom? Queen Hippolyta?”

“No, Hera,” Danny said, and watched Wonder Woman straighten at his words.

“The Goddess Hera.”

“Yep!” Danny rocked back on his suddenly formed legs instead of the whisp of a tail he usually kept in the Zone. He was also still floating. Danny sent a wave of ice and froze the rest of the demons in one fell swoop.

“The rest of you can take care of clean up, yes? Diana has to get some snacks, dinner, and then go to bed.” He pushed gently at Diana’s shoulders, nudging her towards the plane. She went willingly, respectful but amused.

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Bruce, intellectually knowing that’s a king but only seeing a superhero teenager: *fills out mental adoption paperwork*

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Hera, a goddess, terrified of misspeaking and dying as a result: he’s so strong even though he’s young omg powerful and could end my immortal existence

Danny, an unserious king: golly gee why is she speaking like a Shakespeare novel

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Hera, thinking Danny’s gonna be dignified: pls watch over my daughter

Danny, who has a clone he sees as a daughter and therefore has no issues babysitting a grown woman: lol snacks, dinner, bedtime

Diana:… usually I’m on the other spectrum of this but it’s from a higher up so… okay?

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Danny, terrifying gods and ancients: they’re my friends! The power of friendship!

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

Start drawing commander Betrayus for a thing with a ref and oh well-

[spacedace]

Okay but the Justice League finds out their new baby hero teammate Phantom is the Ghost King by virtue of the Fright Night showing up while they're in the middle of a meeting, looking terrifying and such and scaring the shit out of everyone- even more so when Constantine starts freaking out over the fact that the sworn night of the King of the Infinite Realms is in the Watchtower what the fuck that's apocalyptically bad Pariah Dark is supposed to be locked the fuck up forever - but instead of trying to smite them all or yeet them into the nightmare dimension he just pulls out a space themed packed lunch??? And gives it to Phantom??

And the mildly eldritch giant murder ghost is talking about how "The Queen Mother commanded me to ensure you ate my Lord, she says you missed your morning meal."

And Phantom is just grumbling about over protective sisters and "there's a cafeteria i would have been fine" what the fuck is happening right now?

What do you mean "oops you forgot" Phantom I thought the ghost thing was just a theme!

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Lives They Once Led