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[therandomartmaker]

Clockwork is Kronos AU or smthn? Prompt?

idk, but something or other leads to Danny being introduced/introducing himself as Kronos’ son (youngest or! oldest for shits and giggles because i think it’d be really funny for Diana to just go, why are you older than Zeus, child)

and everyone’s like “Kronos had a son he didn’t eat?”

And Clockwork just drops a green stickynote that says “the rest of them are going to be little shits, of course I have a favourite child,” ‘cause obviously he looked into the future to know what his children were like and chose to give them trauma in response to that.

and Danny’s just so fucking tired, says i love you too, dad and then deals with whatever threat or issue he’s put through

and Diana is now on the hunt for her uncle (?)

[therandomartmaker]

[Image ID: An artwork featuring Danny Phantom, full green excluding his hair and white accents, transparent, sitting on a pile of rubble head tilted slightly upwards with his eyes closed. His hair is wispy, he’s got pointed ears and he’s much more identifiable as a ghost. The rubble includes the F of the Fenton Works sign, a satellite dish of some kind, pipes and concrete. The rubble, and Danny, is surrounded by yellow-black striped caution tape. Above Danny’s head is a conversation, in white, “It’s been ten years,” has been written, and in green, “It’s only been 10 years,” is written. /End ID]

Day 31: “It had been a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought.”

tbh this took like. Less than half an hour to make haha. I may have forgotten to do this yesterday lmaooo. To make up for it, here’s a continuation of this prompt by @cryinginthevoid that i filled, wherein Danny has been stuck haunting the rubble of a ruined Fenton Works after his permanent death, only to later be approached by a very much alive Damian, who is the first person to See Danny in over 10 years. So yep, bonus challenge post 2 under the read more :D

Damian had visited. He’d promised and he’d followed through on it, Danny sitting still and watching as Damian approached, day after day, even after Danny had no more words to say, no more information to give. To quote, he was “a tolerable friend despite your intolerance for proper respect.” Danny had no idea if that was a good or bad thing, if he were to be honest.

But still! It’d been 10 years since he’d to spoken to someone, something other than the air. Damian said his brothers wouldn’t follow him, despite saying he’d bring them to meet Danny during one their tentative hangouts, and Danny supposed that was a good thing. He didn’t want Damian to sound crazy or look crazy for talking to thin air, especially not by his family.

Though, what was interesting was the weird amount of black-haired blue-eyed outsiders hanging around town. The FentonWorks rubble had a pretty good view of most of town, despite it’s slow erosion into dust, so Danny was able to see the several strangers in town whenever he went looking.

Damian said his family was looking into ectoplasm due to it’s relation with the dead, and trying to find if anyone around town knew how to access their information databases. They needed to know if there was a way to relieve “Jason’s” burden of the “Lazarus Rage,” and prepare in the case someone else in the family acquires it. And that ‘Lazarus Pits’ are classified information, but who did Danny have to share it to, no one could talk to him except Damian, anyway.

And truthfully, those Lazarus Pits Damian mentioned sounded like pools of ectoplasm that Maddie and Jack would’ve killed for. Danny could only suggest looking into ‘ecto-acne’ treatments, as from one of the stories of Vlad Masters Danny’d heard, it sounded like the short-term effects of ectoplasm exposure.

—

Damian didn’t know why he was sharing so much confidential with Daniel, but he didn’t seem to mind, and didn’t seem to talk to anyone else. He figured it’d be fine. Daniel needed to know as much context as possible in order to help Damian.

Daniel was strange, he spoke in large amounts, but quieted as though he doesn’t expect someone would respond to him. He rarely moved, and there was something unnatural about him. Perhaps the lack of a rise and fall of his chest, or the way his eyes shined.

Damian couldn’t help but make comparisons to the dead he’d seen. Lightless glossy eyes, pale skin, sallow flesh. Daniel was built like a dying or dead person.

Damian… worried. He’d grown close to the other boy, Daniel’s snark to Damian’s sharp tongue and his acceptance of Damian’s veganism, multiple other factors about Damian never drove Daniel away from him. It was nice, being accepted by someone outside of his family. Daniel’s health was concerning, malnutritioned and Daniel’s reaction time was slow. Multiple things were off-kilter about him, and Damian wanted to know why. So he could help.

Because Danny was his friend.

—

Dick observed Damian. He’d taken to pacing the length of the hotel room, and he seemed worried about his new friend (!!! Dami has a friend!!!! And he’s worried about him!!!), muttering about bringing food to the next time he visited. Dick kinda felt bad about what he was about to tell Dami.

“Richard, why are you looking at me?” Dami asked, stopping his pacing to look up at Dick, a soft half-hearted glare on his face.

“Uh well, Tim…” (fuck! He wasn’t supposed to mention Tim!)

“What did Drake do?”

“Tim told me to tell you that we’d gotten enough information and that we were leaving in two days, just in case something new crops up!” Dick rushed, knowing that Dami would loathe the information, but despise Dick more for not telling him.

Dami needed to say goodbye to his new friend, after all, but from what Dick could tell, they couldn’t even have long-distance communication, because “Daniel Who Liked Being Called Danny” didn’t even have a phone!

Dami’s click of his tongue was expected, and his expression had worsened too. Dick had messed up, but he didn’t think there was anyway to break it gently that Damian would have to leave his newfound friend.

The boy stormed off, leaving the room with a door slam. Dick felt bad, man. Well… Dick did have a spare phone he was free to gibe to someone… Perhaps Danny would like it?

[therandomartmaker]

DPxDC, of dead hearts and brothers.

danny is damian’s older brother au; reincarnation type. danyal is the soft-hearted but still exemplary heir, but convinces ra’s that it is better to have him be the right-hand to damian, losing his heirship. ra’s, having danny as his favourite (cough danny and his inability to not be involved with old creeps lmao) allows him this; thinking that it’d allow danyal to be protected and also give him another option for youth (taking over damian’s body, afo-shigaraki style /hj)

this is all fine and dandy until ra’s decides damian has reached an equal skill to danyal’s stagnant training, and sets up a fight to the death. the lazarus pits are always there for the al ghul family, after all. he expects danyal to win. he expects damian to learn that all of his children are disposable. precious, but tools for ra’s’ use (all except precious danyal, the heart that kept giving).

danyal dies, damian’s sword stabbed into his heart, his last advice to “drive it in harder.” and his last words, “congratulations, brother.”

they bring him to lazarus pit, but it takes him. he sinks into the pool of acrid green and they wait; hours. a day. a week. he doesn’t resurface. they continue waiting because what else are they to do? they are al ghuls, not danal. not precious danyal who could mourn.

this proceeds, a sigil at the pit’s edge once a month, waiting for the lost son to return; but eventually damian is brought before the bat (far less dramatic, ra’s was tired of damian’s growing frustration without danyal to soothe him but no assassin’s had the same emotional state as danyal to provide a pseudo-sibling to play the same role; thus the bats’ family was the next option)

the bats only find out abt danyal when damian sets up for a day of fasting, facing the direction of the pit.

it’s dick who asks why he is fasting, and damian explains calmly. They learn of the boy who knew kindness, of the al ghul’s heart, of the prodigal heir turned advisor to damian. they learn of damian’s brother. when they find out why he’s dead, horror drips down their spines, at damian being forced to kill someone who’d only done good for him.

damian has one thing to say; “Danyal’s advice was not ‘how to kill’. i killed far better than he, after all. i was efficient, but danyal worked cleaner. Danyal’s advice… was ‘to kill your heart.’”

time moves on; damian is adjusted to ‘outside life’ far easier, danyal taught him how to interact with others and understand that words are rarely literal. the lazarus pits are quiet, madness unlikely in those brought from it, and jason affected far less in the long term. until one day there is a knock at the manor door.

alfred opens it, to see a dark haired young adult, assassins’ garb, injured. he does not seem conscious. alfred brings him in; calling the rest to reach a decision on how to treat him, and what his intentions are.

Damian wakes up to the sight of his brother in the moment that damian killed him.

[therandomartmaker]

(In Case I Don’t See You) Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Goodnight.

DPxDC

After a reveal, things go strange for Danny. At first, he thinks it’s just the lingering effects of having his vigilante identity out in the open. Sam and Tucker tell him he’s being paranoid, and Jazz doesn’t talk much with him because she’d left for college. She only listens to his words and talks him through the feelings, a steady presence.

It’s then that he realises that his ghosts had been showing up… regularly. Not erratic and randomly, they were almost scheduled; he’d checked once, and they had always shown up when the time was even. He’d said this to Sam and Tucker, Tucker looked concerned but Sam brushed him off. “They’d have to coordinate for that, Danny,” she said, “Do you really think Skulker wouldn’t take every chance possible to fight you?”

His ghosts were getting more agitated. It wasn’t hard to defeat them, they were just. Angrier. They also went down easier, but got back up faster. They also were disjointed in their banter, and it got worse as time went by, fights quieter and more… emotion filled.

It’s only when Danny spots several white vans nearby his fights that he realised he’d forgotten about the GIW.

Danny rushed home, to the portal- he’s unlucky, or perhaps rather fortunate, that he stumbles upon the GIW in his home, talking to his parents. It’s an easy decision to turn invisible.

“Keeping Patient Zero in the Truman cage is working well, but it might be catching on. Unscheduled fights give us more subjects, so you’ll be lent Subject-E and Subject-SK in two days, in the private laboratory, as they are currently useless in field and hinder the process.”

Patient Zero? Subject-E and Subject-SK? Useless? What process?

Truman Cage? …Danny knew that movie. Watched it with Jazz a few years before, because Jazz had a project on it, wanted to do inquiry on unethical ‘imprisonment’ and isolation.

Static buzzed through the air, and Danny heard the GIW agent pick up an ecto-proof walkie talkie. “Report, Patient Zero has been missing for two minutes, unknown whereabouts, may be heading or already at FW Household.”

Danny swore mentally, flying away to the roof of the Nasty Burger, still invisible.

Shit. What were they doing- what kind of shit had they already done?

…What could Danny do to stop it?

—

Batman stared at the report in his hands. Phase One of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s plan was going well, to capture and learn everything they can about ectoplasmic beings and a ‘villainous creature’ that has taken control of a small town in Illinois. Supposedly, the ‘creature’ was a volatile destructive being that repeatedly put the town through constant attacks.

Everything about it smelt fishy, and he’d found about the ‘GIW’ was flimsy, and a strangely large amount of money was being siphoned into it. The Fenton research being used was also something that shouldn’t’ve been published, biased and clearly contradictory in areas.

The information blockout was just asking for investigation.

sorry that this isn’t more for the story! I may write more for this, but idm this being used as a prompt post either! If you respond to this in a separate post, please tag me, i like to see what y’all make, don’t just link this post and run y’all. Also, i’m like 80% sure someone’s made this already or at least done something similar, so if someone could find and link that, that’d be awesome

On a side note; some notes for this specific thing, but freedom is encouraged and this is mainly for myself because ik i’ll forget about this.

The GIW learnt danny’s id before the reveal and figured out very quickly that they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him because he’s legally human and he hasn’t had biological testing to make sure he isn’t human. They got ghost confirmation via the fenton parents after the public reveal, but had already informed the fentons of the possibility of danny being a ghost and proposed the ‘Truman Plan’ to them.

The plan was to set up another ghost portal with coordinates set to the same area the fenton’s portal lets out and recapture whichever ghosts danny lets go there, and this works exponentially well. They gain a bunch of speech capable ghosts to experiment on, and decide quickly that they’d start ways to put them under control and make them stronger, in order to, eventually, capture danny.

Phase Two is weakening Danny and looking into his skillset and how to counteract it.

Phase Three is actually capturing Danny.

Danny figures out that the GIW has agents everywhere, bugs everywhere and nowhere is safe. The only people he is absolutely certain he can trust to not make the GIW aware he knows he’s entrapped is Jazz, Sam, And Tucker, but since the last tw oare in the bounds of the GIW, he can only talk to Jazz to plan (he flies up up up and calls because tucker had them up on a private network so the only risk was being overheard, really)

B only discovered the GIW while passing over recent government records, and sets up one of his disguises to visit the town, eventually.

He ‘just so happens’ to be bowled over by Danny Fenton one afternoon and sets up a white noise generator to tell the boy the JL was on his side. After all, something wasn’t right, here.

[therandomartmaker]

What If/Prompt DP X DC

Danny plops into the DC universe, either clockwork shenanigans or runaway, or ghost king duties. He’s learnt from his stint as Phantom and whatever identity reveal/wes weston shenanigans that he probably shouldn’t use the name “Danny” especially since he’s in a new world where he doesn’t know how much people will care about identities, or like, how people would react to ‘Danny’ as the name for a king that’s supposedly thousands of years old.

He won’t be using his Human side much in this new world, only his ghost form, because he’s either on ghost business or for a vacation where his rogues won’t just keep getting stronger or Clockwork needing him to run ‘errands.’

So, of course, he has to choose a new name for his Ghost King Persona to go by.

He chooses ‘Lazarus.’

He doesn’t know Lazarus Pits exist, but the JL sure as hell does, and this green death-themed hero sure sounds like a bad omen.

[therandomartmaker]

His dad's groaning behind the door and Wilbur- Wilbur feels like he's dying. Choking on whatever air there is behind his tears, and the burn of his throat from begging whatever being was out there to stop- to stop that. Wilbur feels like he's the one dying, leaning against the door that led to his father, wondering if the pounding in his head is the echoes from trying to get to where his dad was or from dying.

But he's not the one dying. Wilbur isn't the one dying. He should be, though. He should've been the one, to- to do what his dad did for him.

It would've been worth it.

The burn of lack of oxygen and dizziness and pounding that he cant tell is from his heart or his head makes Wilbur think he'd rather be dead. It'd be a waste, though, wouldn't it? But it wouldn't. He's nothing.

His dad threw away his life for nothing.

What a joke.

What. a fucking. joke.

a little smthn for @wolfythewitch's zombie au

[therandomartmaker]

You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.

TW: Graphic Description of a dead body, dehumanisation

Corpse AU/Full Ghost AU

The ghost boy leaned against the frame of the door to the laboratory. How he’d gotten past the anti-ghost security, they’d had no idea, but that was something insignificant, now. Especially in the face of their newest discovery.

There was a corpse, in the shut off portal, rotting and decayed, and familiar.

Dark hair, pale skin, a white, moth bitten shirt with red trim and dark worn jeans, flesh falling off to reveal things they’d never wish to see, not on their precious baby boy. The glint of skeleton, bone, and tooth. The brown of long dried blood, and pink of electrical burns. It’d- no, he’d decayed unnaturally, areas of preserved into pale green-ish tint, other areas as though it’d been years since he’d died, bone whiter as though sun-bleached.

They looked up at the ghost boy; the one that wore a face so very similar to their child. Their son.

It didn’t have a smirk of victory, vindication, resignation- it didn’t have much of an expression on it’s face at all. It didn’t even look sad at the body of a child, one that died at what must’ve been a similar age. It’s lack of empathy proved something to the Fenton parents, they weren’t sure what, but it did.

There was a harsh glow from it, icy blue (inhuman) eyes searching their faces for something.

“Your son opened the portal, no, your son’s death opened the portal. His death is the only reason it opened,” It said. It couldn’t be right, Danny’d never gone down to the lab in years- but his disappearance had happened on the day of the Portal’s first opening. It lined up. It made sense.

“You had two creations, one that’d gotten your love and care, and obsession for years; and the other, of your flesh and blood. You could only have one, and aren’t you happy? You’ve proved your life’s work with the one you kept,” the ghost menace said, and it wasn’t even a taunt. Just as though it was a fact, and maybe. Maybe it was right, they had given up so much time with their children- only to have one of them torn away by what they’d spent so long on.

“Was it worth it?” The ghost boy asked. There was something broken about it, and perhaps they’d been wrong, about ghosts. For once.

“Turn it on.” It asks, commands, as though it had the power, but it wrenched something in the Fenton parents. “Your son’s death has caused more harm than it has done good, let the last ghost upon this land leave, and the loss of your child be your lesson.

Let me go, Mum. Dad.”

[therandomartmaker]

A little angst for the soul using dp x dc because it’s what crack i am on right now

When Danny snaps, Bruce just feels so so tired.

“What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” Danny yells, frustrated and broken and, worst of all, genuinely confused.

Bruce just wanted to know if Danny knew that his parents weren’t good, and why they weren’t good, and why Danny still protected his parents. A few well-placed questions that were just a little bit to the left, apparently.

What does it say when a child learns far too early that there are ‘right’ opinions and ‘wrong’ opinions?

‘It says that that child has been let down and beaten and broken by the words of adults that should’ve been rolemodels,’ Bruce thinks.

Bruce wonders how many times Danny has been told the his parents are the professionals, that they are the experts about ghosts. How many times he has been told that he is a non-sentient unfeeling entity, and how many times he has been scorned for trying to say otherwise.

“Only what you think, Danny, only what you know,” He answers, gently, softly. “Not what you think I want from you. I want you to trust that I will acknowledge your opinions.”

How many times will Bruce have to hold a broken child before they are ok?

[therandomartmaker]

Ectober (week) Day 28: “It’s not an Obsession if he can keep it under control. Right?”

Danny’s been feeling. Odd, recently. To say the least, but he supposed odd was the least he could get as, you know, an impossible species, entirely unique.

Sure, he’d taken to circling Amity Park and patrolling it’s streets whenever he felt restless. Sure, he’d taken to making sure Jazz always left the house with at least two Fenton Weapons on her and a thermos. Sure, he’d taken to ensuring Sam and Tucker never went anywhere alone and walked them home.

What of it?

That’s expected, in a town constantly under attack of Ghosts.

Danny stared at his hands, the phantom (heh) feeling of gloves and the hazmat ghosting (heh) over his skin. The line between human and ghost had been blurry for a long time, but it was getting worse. Danny had control, though, he hadn’t dropped anything through suddenly-activated intangibility or fallen through the floor. His two forms just felt… similar to each other.

The liberation of gravity in his Phantom form made Danny feel heavier whenever he was playing human, but now, it was almost gone.

And, yeah, sure, he was over-protective, what of it? It was entirely reasonable and justified, his friends were now squishier than he is, less durable, things were more fatal for them. He had to protect them. He had to protect the town, it was his responsibility. It was his town.

Ok, maybe he’d made Jazz and Sam and Tucker download gps trackers, and maybe he’d been checking on them at night, and sometimes he’d encourage sam and tucker to sleep over so he could have them all in one place; but that’s just efficiency. He could focus his protection on one area, instead of splitting his attention! It made sense!

He wasn’t. Being invasive, or anything. They all said yeah, sure, and moved on. He just had guarantees to their safety and stuff, you know?

It was all under control.

— (B)OoOoOoOoO —

‘It was not under control,’ Danny thought, as he floated above the Foley home, gazing towards the direction of the Manson house. Danny was losing sleep. There wasn’t enough protection. They could be attacked in their sleep, and Sam and Tucker didn’t have any protections against that.

Danny had to make sure they were safe. Protected.

Jazz had noticed, and she’d started taking more weapons, and the Deflector, but Sam and Tucker didn’t have that. They didn’t have unlimited access to anti-ghost stuff, so Danny had to keep them safe. They were his! His to protect and keep and-

Things were getting out of hand.

It’s fine though, he’ll have it under control. It’ll all be fine.

— (B)OoOoOoOoO —

Sam and Tucker were staying over again! Danny could protect all three, in the same place; something in his core pulsed gleefully at that. He could keep an eye on them, properly.

Jazz kept sending concerned looks, but what’s that about? She couldn’t fault him for being worried.

He pressed all of them to give him their schedules for the next few weeks. He needed to be there when they’re at risk (all of the time) a ghost could pop up randomly! They were all so squishy. Vulnerable. Weak. He needs to protect.

He needs to protect.

He has them it under control, so they’ll always be safe, and they won’t ever be hurt, and Amity Park will be fine. Forever.

It’s not an obsession. Right?

[therandomartmaker]

18.98 Hz and it’s lost cautions

You see, surely you’ve heard of the ‘ghost’ frequency. I’m not certain if you know it under another name, but it’s quite interesting.

It was first found in a medical manufacturing lab, as people working in the lab had found that a certain room would induce a figure to stand at their peripherals. A presence that certainly did not exist, a ghost. It would cause irrational panic, had done so when people collated their experiences and found out it was not a sole instance.

Turns out, it’d only been a newly installed fan, vibrating at a frequency unheard to humans, discovered by a brave man and sheer chance.

It’s unknown why this specific frequency causes this irrational fear, this uneasiness.

Though, perhaps it was a safety mechanism, in the same way we’d developed pattern recognition to find predators, like snakes in the grass at our heels, or toxic colours on things we certainly shouldn’t eat. I’m not certain, I’m no professional after all. We were smart, for one, and still are; i’m sure we’ll figure out why. For now, though, I’ve a question that might help.

What kind of invisible predator hunted us such that we’d choose to see illusory figures and have paranoia rather than die by it? Or mayhaps, what kind of predator needed us to develop a specific sense just to avoid it?

[therandomartmaker]

“I’ll be signing off here, soon.” - InSight, Dec 20th 2022

“So, Human Andrea? Why we have landed on the [Planet of the War God]?”

The human before xem, entrenched in gear and insulated materials, face unseeable through the dark transparent mineral making up what they see through, spoke, “I was wondering if someone had, well, returned something.” Xir observed the lingering periwinkle across her nape and shoulders, tinting the usual peppy green she exuded.

“What is there to return? Humanity had never inhabited the [Planet of the War God], I believe. You achieved mass FTL travel before you learnt planet terraforming.”

“Hah,” the female laughed, “We may not have inhabited [Mars] but we did send… rovers. To see what it was like. We had planned, or discussed at the least, the inhabitability of it.”

They trudged through the barren dirt, Andrea staring determinately in one direction, likely observing a tracker of some sort on their HUD. Xir curiousity eventually got the better of xem.

“What, exactly, are you looking for, Human Andrea?”

The woman huffed, amused, “Well, I’m looking for the rovers, of course.”

“But why? Surely, by now, the rovers would’ve broken down?”

“Oh, probably.” Andrea’s body language, from what they could observe, was amused. Deeply so, even. The spike of yellow-green, followed by a melancholy purple deepened from the prior periwinkle cemented the fact. Deeply amused by xir confusion yet quite sad about their topic of conversation.

“I’m looking for InSight, mostly, but Sojourner, Spirit, Perseverance, or Curiousity are fine too. Maybe i’ll find Opportunity, but… Oh! Well. My scanners are showing that all of them are still here.”

The spike of wistfulness was unexpected, an almost positive tint to her words.

“You had said you were wondering if someone have returned something, why ‘returned’?”

“I was wondering if someone remembered them.” Here, it was sadness.

Xir blinked, or at least, that’s what xey believed how Human Andrea would describe xir Sight-Reset. Xey were blinded by the [spectrum of the sky] that flowed through her green.

“You are sad, that no one seems to have remembered these inconsequential rovers, yet you are… happy? That they are here for you to find?”

A spike of irritation, quickly washed away by resignment. “We humans pack bond to anything, Scylla, they’re not inconsequential to me.”

Xey do not believe that long-[powerless][dead][lost][depleted] rovers had impact on Human Andrea’s life, short as her existence (in terms of a human) had been. Still, xey trudged forward with the young adult, silent and grave as Human Andrea walked, a [ceremony of the dead] march, for comrades lost.

If xey had a phrase to describe it… ah, what was that saying in the [Lands of the Pariahs] of their home?

‘For as long as you exist, in memory or in bone, there is neither death nor [death in memory]’

Some notes about this for clarification and other stuff below :D

Andrea means Manly, and i thought it was fitting when i searched up the name halfway through writing.

Scylla, the alien, is a synaesthetic species wihout ‘eyes’ Xey are capable of seeing emotion (although everyone’s emotions have different colours. There is no universality to it. Someone’s anger could be a deep dark blue, for example, not a plain red.)

The ‘body language’ Scylla is referring to is, in fact, the synaesthesia that ripples with Andrea’s movements and emotions.

Scylla is indeed named after a deep sea greek monster, no i do not know why, but it is a nickname, not xir actual name (andrea gave it to xem after failing to pronounce xir actual name several times)

The phrases or words in square brackets are words that are being transliterated (if i’m using that word correctly) they are essentially words that i would’ve liked to have an english word for, or thought wouldn’t have the same terminology for an alien species.

Yes, i chose to make xem use ‘planet of the war god’ because i wanted to.

‘Spectrum of the sky’ is ‘rainbow’ if that wasn’t obvious.

the four phrases/words in a row were for long-dead except meant to be a more ‘general’ term for ‘loss of existence’ where ‘loss of existence’ wouldn’t have been gramatically or thematically correct.

‘Ceremony of the dead’ is indeed ‘funeral’ and, ‘death in memory’ is for a word i wish exists. It would make my poetry so much easier.

The ‘Land of the Pariahs’ mentioned is a barren desert on Scylla’s homeland. Nomads travel it, and are known for the hundreds of stories passed down, growing generation by generation, of pictures and pieces of lives once lived.

Scylla thinks the rovers had no impact on Andrea because they were a good few decades ago, actually. The newer ones were later retrieved, but Andrea had heard about these ones from grandparents etc. and fell in love with them.

This was written upon my knowledge of InSight’s loss of power, because of the dust build up on it’s solar panels. I pay my respects to the lander, and wish whatever tiny sliver of existence it had a peaceful future exploration of things that we do not know.

Finally, thank you for reading this! I hope you have a nice day/night and may we one day give our rovers and drones and landers their respectful resting places.

[therandomartmaker]

Subconscious hivemind in a humans are space orcs fashion. Or, at least, a veritable mild phrophetic ability in terms of reading body language and understanding someone to the point of assimilating their personality and being able to predict their actions or words. Or! Things like saying jinx of synchronised swimming and group dances. But anyway, here’s what brought this up!

Human 1: well. Uh.

Human 1 and 2: Houston, we have a problem.

Huamn 2: Jinx!

Human 1: Oh, fuck you.

Alien: Wait, I thought humans weren’t a hivemind species? And did we have someone named Houston on the ship?

Human 2: oh no, it’s just a thing.

Human 1: You’ve been hanging around me too much, [human 2].

Alien: ??

Human: Oh hey! [Alien]! Check this out! /shoves device screen into [Alien]’s face/

Alien: What is- /device is showing a synchronised swimming video/

Alien: you guys said that you didn’t have a hivemind!

Human: we don’t.

I like to think most hivemind species would be prey species, which is why they’re having a panicked reaction to a sentient predatorial hivemind. Something like the Zergs in chinese interstellar themed fiction. You know, the hiveminded invasive alien bug species iirc.

Anyway, that’s the post.

[therandomartmaker]

So. Humans are Space Orcs/Deathworlders Idea, and one that I’m not quite sure has been done yet?

A planet that has been terraformed in such a way that it has perfect living conditions for most known species, and is used as storage for samples of most non-sentient life for studies.

It is, logically, classified as a death world, but due to the fact that it’s been terraformed that way and segregated to ensure perfect comfort for general types of beings (mammalian, avian, marine etc. and divided further) no one cares about that classification.

And then humans drop into whatever interplanetary/universal union group and are like “Oh! This planet seems cool. Can we go on it?” And almost all aliens immediately panic because this new species hasn’t been classified into what environments it can survive/needs for survival.

When the realisation that Humans survive on a genuine deathworld hits, they decide to just drop a group of them on the planet with the rules and regulations booklet and record what happens.

Human 1: Oooh. This is like a giant biome themepark!

Human 2: Bets that the Australians will bolt to the beaches?

H1: If I’m taking that bet, then you have to take the bet that none of scientists would study any of these biomes

H2: that’s a losing bet. That’s not fair.

Alien, witnessing an entire crew of human diving into the water from where the mountainous zone meets the marine zone with a cliff:

Alien, watching in horror as some humans run to the permafrost zone in nothing but summer clothing:

Alien, supervising the scientists as a large amount of equipment is used to study the non-sentient biodiversity in whatever section caught their interest:

The main focus of this post is meant to be the idea of the planet and not humans interacting with it but like,,, you can’t tell me there’d wouldn’t be an edition of an information booklet for to what species can go in what biomes dedicated to solely humans ending with “but there are exceptions, like some humans will attempt to peel their own skin off in extreme heat temperatures, so just place them on the central platform and let them roam and don’t forget your trackers.”

[therandomartmaker]

“Kudo Shinichi, sir!” A reporter called out from the crowd, one of many. Shinichi didn’t know why but he started paying attention to them.

“Sir, is it true that you are dating Kuroba Kaito, rising magician?”

Now, Shinichi could just say no comment and move on, but he was tempted to have a little fun.

Kaito would love him for doing this anyway.

Shinchi pulled his closest Kaito Grin, shooting the man a thumbs up, absolutely shiteating. He bolted in the other direction.

It would be hours later that Kaito finds out about the broadcasting of their relationship, and the ensuing riot that occured.

His mother found him rolling on the floor cackling like a witch gone mad.

[therandomartmaker]

“Jar of Despair”

I’m in love with hope,

I’m in love with you.

You hold love in your hands,

press flowers into palms

And with every swish of cloth

you climb a step further in the tower of my heart.

I am deep and dark,

prisoner to a glass jar

yet you speak kind muffled words

that i have not heard.

you press flowers against my glass

and let me see the aurora of colours in your garden.

I am decay in all that can be

I am the despair that plagues your kind

But you sing shanties for a ship you can’t sail

you smile in kindness

in pity

in gentle adoration

I’m in love with you

And with the hope that you hold.

[therandomartmaker]

He’s beautiful. Shimmering glistening blue scales that shifted shades with every movement and slight change. Gorgeous eyes made of the same shades of blue as his scales, glinting with intelligence and sunlight. The pretty little smirk on those pretty little lips.

Kaito was a complete goner, only issue, however, was the finny parts.

Aoko is patting him on the back with an expression of sadistic pitying amusement. Schadenfreud, if Kaito had a word for it.

Kaito had this horrendous grimace on his face, like he was in pain but didn’t really wanna show it.

They were visiting the coast, and it wasn’t uncommon for the merpeople in society to just gather near the beach. Kaito had enough exposure therapy to… finny things… that he could actually survive in their society.

Unfortunately for him; his icthyophobia apparently can work in parallel with the little chemical maker in his brain that really really likes smart confident men and the colour blue.

Kaito is a complete goner for one Merman Kudo Shinichi lazing in a rockpool.