#sick city

[madmonkeydisorder]

Oh! twisted muse amuse me use me & abuse

I use your awesome highness twisted plot playing out on my mind my muse be plus on my lifetime cruise

rock the boat I float on drunken ocean calming waves you drive me nutz I dance in trance king fu master disaster Bruce Lee enter the dragon on dance floor once more

I see your beautyfix fixing that default in da game your holy face hidden among other dancing monks who populate the state my holy statement read magic tarot in satellites bios settings on my personalized iOS spreading love you’re my psychic chick waiting on skyline with northern lights on the corner to score illegal lovers over underground caves secret drug dens we starry eyes into black sky over the treasure island in old stoned pirate town I found on my way out off beaten tracks off baseline cartographics linear action film projection on walls in platonic caves in the shades my holy sinner poems decipher pharaoh piramide orgonite crystalline linking park life in blurry Blur pop out on timeline my profane past Polish land sacred kinglish roots inking my first personifications king role model cyberpunk illegal rave breaking all the rules I give you my Poematrix inspired religious passion blue & old soul ignited spark Holy Ghost and fire Pyrex symbol burn out my sad Slavic soul worshipping goddess

spiritual communion I serve my purpose as salt of the land secret king sent on exile lost battle in hell I have endless blessings sent by thunder god

Your red thread I found the end here underground zero point nine gram life on mars I’m Asking Ziggy Stardust I must last here on last legs exploited cyberpunk excessive excitemental chaos experimental Poematrix lost between translations holy typewriter activated in gold therapy narrator human AI tool to transmute holy message in golden age off computers actuall mute me when no future for me in contradictory anthem God save the king smoke pot in da palace bathroom to decorate orders in past present continue on timeline polish white Eagle sent night watch to protect the land I explore in time travels close inspections what the fuck happen to the world?

My headspace capacity storage in damages circulation cctv footages download media bullshit tv remote control I sold simplification sci fy upgrade on amplitudes mathematic sequences numerologos source coded feed my holy quest hear me folks freedom rocks the boat we rescue the sinking ghost ship shipping good and evil seeds to grow green crops on fields of gold needs the most to change the law allow to grow strains engeenered tools operating mind puzzles to click the clock over the coocos nest I had turbulent flight over insane lane wanderer who read copycat how to cope in line mental health act sucks it’s fact

[artharakka]

My Skyrim character, Ruis. She's originally from Daggerfall 🗡

[redrobin-detective]

I can't stop thinking about how funny it is that Aang had all this secret lore on Zuko because of the Blue Spirit that he just, didn't share with the Gaang. That boy knew that Zuko was capable of fighting extremely well without bending, was excellent with swords and unnaturally good at infiltration and espionage. And then just never brought it up.

Katara's yelling at Zuko on how he thinks he'd be able to find and break into the Sun Warrior Temple while Aang is fidgeting in the background. Sokka starts giving Zuko a hard time about his swords, asking if a spoiled prince would know how to use them. Aang is vibrating unsure of how to explain that Sokka Might Die if he tried to swordfight Zuko unprepared but now its been too long and it'd be super awkward to bring up.

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 149

Danny is not the ghost king. In fact, he’s never going to be the ghost king. 

However, that doesn’t stop him from getting summoned, which is stressful. First of all, he has school to deal with, second of all, he’s just a lil baby ghost so shouldn’t even be able to be summoned, and three, his new ghost-dad gets a… tiny bit upset. Not at him, but he can only talk him out of destroying a world thanks to some idiot-cults so many times before there’s the temptation to let him do so. 

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[robinfollies]

KEEP THE DANGER OUT // KEEP THE DANGER IN

[milo-igidk]

Everblaze p.602-

Neverseen p.575-

shannon. shannon you need to stop with these parallels please i am not strong enough to handle this

[rhinocio]

NOW WITH PODFIC ACCOMPANIMENT!

[cicicolorao]

Fun mindless doodling :)))

[violent138]

I HC that Gotham’s so full of ghosts, smog, and various chemicals that it messes with Constantine's ability to tell ghosts from the living. He starts stepping around ghosts while walking (making Batman have to slow down so the man can keep up), talks to lost ghost tourists, or accidentally flirts with the dead at bars, freaking out other patrons and getting kicked out. On of the earlier occasions, John nearly performs an exorcism on one of the Robins after the kid flips around too well, and cheerfully informs Bruce about all the death omens around him when the man pisses him off.

[sillyguy-supreme]

i cannot be exposed to a whole entire keefe book i’m sorry. can we talk aboht the government atrocities what about the government atrocities shannon

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 90

So apparently getting ghost-adopted has an effect on one's form. Danny isn’t complaining, he’s not! He just uh, has five ghost parents. Who all look rather unique and have wildly different abilities. Not to mention his own. 

He’s quite uh, not exactly annoyed, but uh… is this a secondary puberty? This is like a secondary puberty isn’t it. 

Like, he’s getting horns, and wings, and a whole other pair of arms and who knows what else! Mothers, Fathers, help how will he hide this, it’s bleeding over into his human form! He was going to go to college, how is he going to hide this?! 

[little-pondhead]

Idea I don’t wanna write but has been eating my brain for days:

Contrary to popular belief, Danny cannot get along with every spirit he meets, even after a round or two of fighting. Sometimes a spirit is too old, too physically far gone, too corrupted to see sense. Spirits like these are sick. They hoard curses like it’s gold and haven’t seen the green sky of the Zone in centuries. These spirits become the worst kind of ghosts; ones that are barely hanging onto their sanity by a thread and who actively seek to harm the living.

These are also the spirits that won’t respond to the King, no matter who it is. As such, it is the King’s duty to hunt down these spirits and either get them help by returning them to the Zone, or exterminate them.

Well, Danny is now the King. And the next ghost on his list is the Spirit of Gotham City.

[dannyuta]

impact wrestling — against all odds (2023)

[lust4lore]

SAVE ME WHITE BOY SAVE ME