#something wrong with that boy

[wyrmgrass]

days since martyn reblogged inthelittlebulge: zero????????

He is a FREAK :(

[meowww-ffxiv]

Meowdred was a bottomless pit with a bottomless soul so he actually wasn't that badly affected by the surfeit of Light aether during ShB until the very end.

But Liios surprisingly did far worse. It began almost right after the first Lightwarden that he absorbed, though he passed it off as aether sickness -- he was prone to it; he was sensitive to aetheric fluxes and specifically wore handmade gears to lessen its effect; the Blessing of Light protected Liios's soul from warping, not his flesh -- and everyone was like. Oh, okay. Well that's normal enough.

But then the second Lightwarden. And the third.

Thancred found Liios like a ragdoll under a tree in Il Mheg after facing Titania, his eyes shut tight and his lips bloodless, breathing shallowly. Ptolemy and Alphinaud managed to get Liios up and walking between them, and they deduced that it was just a more extreme case of aether sickness.

No problem. They were running short on time, Liios said. Nausea medications, Eorzean Tylenol. He didn't tell them about the full-body aches and the sudden, twisting bouts of pain that felt like his internal organs were twisting in on themselves. He had an inkling what caused it, and he knew there was no ready solution.

This was why, every time they returned to the Crystarium from an outing, Liios went straight to bed and "slept" for at least a full day. The pain kept him up, which caused him to be cranky and shunned company like an injured animal being carelessly approached, and his sudden reticence scared the Scions... They had NEVER seen Liios act like that before. Alphinaud and Alisaie had never seen him act like that before. So most of them left Liios alone.

Everyone except Ptolemy, who a) was a doctor and b) was his brother.

The arguments they had were the most hurtful and unproductive ones in their lives of eighty years. Arguing with a feverish toddler, Ptolemy said, was less pointless than this. But the fact that Liios didn't hold back his petulance to Ptolemy's face was an unfortunately clear indication of how shitty he actually felt.

Pain exacerbated stress, and stress past that critical threshold, held overlong, began to affect Liios's heart. Palpitations turned into dizziness and more nausea, and then Liios didn't get up at all.

To his credit, Liios did suspect that white auracite might help, and offset his bouts of uselessness by telling Urianger to let him borrow it. Channeling some of the light aether in there, with Ryne's help, did in fact grant Liios the relief he needed to keep going.

It also showed the Scions that Liios was still actively invested in his own well-being, even if he batted their hands away like a feral cat whenever they tried to help. Alisaie wanted to deck him with her focus, but she refrained. He looked awful. She didn't want to push him.

(Y'shtola's opinion of the Exarch during this time was...how do we say...bad.)

It was fine for awhile. And then as with most stopgap measures, it wasn't enough.

By then shit was TURBO going to hell in a handbasket anyway, so did it really matter that Liios needed a little help walking. In spite of it all, Liios couldn't hate G'raha Tia. But he did hate Emet-Selch for an entirely different reason.

Selfishly, Liios didn't fear the thought of dying so much. If he died and saved these people, then it was a price he'd pay. And there was a sense of perverse relief in that. For once, he wasn't being left behind. For once, it was his turn on the chopping block. And then Emet-Selch came along and ruined it.

...Who did Liios hate more? Emet-Selch, or himself, for wanting to take up that offer of his? He didn't want to turn into a sin eater in front of his friends and his brother. He didn't. Okay, he might even hate G'raha Tia a little, after all. This was what happened when you let a history major pilot a spaceship.

At least Ardbert was there, still. They hadn't gotten along all this while Liios was in the First, but they were helplessly stuck together. So...

Liios wasn't fast enough. They caught up with him on the amaro launch, all of them. And then where was he going to run, huh?

When Urianger apologized, Liios thought that he was being kind when he told him, "I don't think the truth would have changed the outcome, for what it was worth."

Alisaie got mad. "Are you telling us that if you knew, you wouldn't have done a single thing different?! Wouldn't have thrown yourself at the Lightwarden like you're some-- some expendable--"

"Emet-Selch was watching us the whole time. He would have thwarted our plans far sooner had we actually been innovative with it," Liios replied. He was impressed with how very calm he sounded, even though his entire body ached and there was white creeping into his vision. "He only toyed with us because he must have known this was always going to end this way, I'm sure."

(No, that wasn't true. Emet-Selch was sincere when he told the Scions all that about Zodiark and Hydaelyn, and he was sincere in his desire to test whether a seven-times rejoined soul could be on par with an Ascian's. Even so, Liios knew those types. With all evidence arrayed before him, Emet-Selch would still only choose his course. The irrationality of those who believed themselves rational was the most absurd. Liios would know.)

"So now what?" Thancred asked. He gestured at the amaro launch and the light-laden sky behind Liios, the sharpness of his movement the only hint of his rage. "What was your grand strategy?"

Liios didn't look at him. He looked at Ptolemy instead. "I really am sorry," he told him. "About everything."

"I don't care for your apologies," Ptolemy answered. "But I am coming with you. If you die, you take me with you. So let's go."

It wasn't going to work like that. Liios knew he wasn't going to let it work like that. He'd already cobbled together a half-ass plan to try and get his friends back to the Source, had already told Feo Ul to deliver his shakily-penned letter to Krile and Tataru.

Flow certainly was a powerful spell. And Liios hoped Y'shtola wouldn't blame herself when he did end up using it.

Ardbert really wiped Liios's butt for him in the end, and he'd quite forgotten about the half-ass plan in question until they had all managed to go home and Krile told him, "I'm glad we never had to use your contingency plan."

Alphinaud, unfortunately, overheard. It took a little whittling to get the truth out of Tataru, but he got it. And in his haste to explain the mechanisms of his failsafe to Krile, Liios had simply included all of his research logs and a final letter of explanation about what she must do to rescue the Scions once he sent their souls into the Rift.

Liios had always kept incredibly good notes. The logs were dated. His "contingency plan" had been in the works since he defeated Titania. He had known, for months, that he would very likely die.

Alphinaud did not show this to Alisaie. He knew what she was going to do about it already, and frankly speaking, Liios had upset all of them quite enough in the three months they were on the First. Never mind Ptolemy.

But he did have to say it to someone. So Alphinaud said it to Liios himself. He broached the topic hesitantly, not even sure how to put the chill down his spine he'd felt when he first realized into words.

Liios just looked at him. "Alphinaud," he said. "I hope you haven't gotten this far thinking that we can simply win without sacrifice."

"We could have," Alphinaud argued. "If we had known--"

Liios shook his head. "We didn't have an advantage in sheer power until the very end -- and only because Ardbert offered a solution in the eleventh hour. Else, it would have gone as it should. The Light within me breaks free, and I use Flow to send you all back."

It had been months since their return from the First. Liios still looked sickly, thinner than he had ever been since Alphinaud first met him. The light within him was gone, spent to the last, but it had scored marks on his body. His appetite was nonexistent, and severe bouts of nerve pain and chest pain had kept Liios bedbound more often than not.

His hands, at least, seemed intact. As was his mind, for all that its sharpness was fatalistic.

"Have you always thought this way?" Alphinaud had to wonder. "Were all the other times when you smiled and said that we can win, you were thinking about our odds like this?"

"It had always been an uphill battle," Liios replied. "We grope blindly in the dark, hoping that we don't accidentally step on the cat's claw and be disemboweled. That's how it had been between us and the Ascians."

He mulled this over for a moment before continuing, "I don't know if I gave them too much credit or too little. Thousands of years, and in the end, they are no better than us. Children flailing in mud, trying to recall a sandcastle that the waves already washed away."

Liios actually laughed, then, the sound rueful. "Had Emet-Selch simply killed me when I stepped foot on the First, or killed G'raha, he truly could have won." He shook his head. "Instead he reached out. He explained. He wanted to be understood. Even Elidibus abandoned everything to scream his anguish to me, and in his rage, set himself up in G'raha's trap."

Liios wasn't really answering the question. Alphinaud had the impression that he was dodging it on purpose. By now he had learned that you simply needed to corner him, however, so he asked, "When are you going to stop coddling us in your optimism?"

"Optimism serves a purpose," Liios answered. "If we're going to be doing something absurd and stupid anyway, then we might as well do it upbeat-like, no?"

Alphinaud shook his head. He was beginning to understand where Alisaie's perpetual frustration with the man came from. Liios Suvali was always right. It was like arguing with your parents. Or a brick wall. Which was like arguing with your parents, anyway.

"Allow me one more question," Alphinaud said eventually.

Liios gestured good-humoredly, at his being in bed and the eight different medicines for muscle relaxers and painkillers and arrhythmia sitting menacingly on his nightstand; he wasn't going anywhere, even if he wanted to.

Seeing -- actually seeing -- the state Liios was in... no, the aftermath of it all made Alphinaud's heart clench so painfully he forgot for a moment what he wanted to say. But then he did manage it. "When you weigh our odds to yourself... do you factor in hope at all? You speak always of outcomes and contingencies, probabilities and statistics, and yet never of the thought that things can change." Can be better. Can be less of a burden on Liios himself.

"I don't," Liios answered.

He really must not feel well, if he wasn't plastering on some smile and lie. And still, this was the most honest he'd ever been to Alphinaud.

"No plan should be made on thoughts and prayers," Liios continued, then sighed. "I don't think that is what you meant to ask me, either."

"Fair enough. I just wonder if you think about us being able to change those odds when you weigh them."

"I do," Liios answered, and this too sounded honest. He stared at the wall for a moment, then turned back to Alphinaud. "But as a reminder, I'm dogshit at understanding people, and you are always full of surprises."

The way he said it startled a laugh out of Alphinaud.

The atmosphere eased, then. Conversation drifted, from Alphinaud's new carbuncle arrays to Liios's plans to return to the First and check on the ongoing replanting projects -- a world on the brink of apocalypse made good use of Liios's background as an environmental engineer, as it turned out.

And then Liios dozed off, worn out, and Alphinaud left him be.

He asked Krile not to discuss the contingency plan Liios had sent her. She agreed.

[ten-shiriya23]

@kizzer55555 i love the way you put it but yeah that’s definitely how it goes but i wanna add something if you don't mind.

Dash panted as he finished the fight with the box ghost he was starting to get a hang on this new powers he gained, thank goodness for the Fenton’s inventions they really helped him big time. ‘Ugh finally, that stupid annoy-‘ he froze

Standing there in a building near where he fought the box ghost was a ghost, wearing an armored suit ? It looks armored and a bit similar to the Fenton Peeler and the suit’s hood pulled over their head and they had a gas mask, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary but he didn’t sense the ghost.

Dash was cautious of this ghost they seem to have not done anything but he felt nervous and unsure no ghosts had managed to remain undetected by his ghost sense but this one ghost seems to by pass it.

He sweats as he engages in a staring contest with the ghost, their green eyes uncomfortably reminding him of the portal of his death assessing him and judging him.

The ghost then vanished.

Dash blinked.

He just went ahead and flew home, he would investigate about the mysterious ghost but for some reason he feels like he passed a very dangerous animal.

—————

"Okay class!! Meet your new classmate.”

A boy with a red NASA hoodie and blue jeans walked in. His hair was near void black, eyes blue like the icy deep sea.

“His name is Daniel Smith”

Follow-up to Halfa Dash AU

Believe it or not, Danny starts to get jealous of Dash. In his eyes, Dash got everything while he got little to nothing. Everyone in town knows Dash’s “secret” and work to hide him from the GIW or prying eyes. Valerie and the Fentons work together with him, and Vlad learned to let go of his anger a long time ago and isn’t in the picture.

When Danny helped in his universe, he was called a menace for accidentally causing property damage in ghost fights, half of which is caused by the other ghost attacking him and the other half is Danny being thrown at buildings or the ground, so he literally has no control over it! Even when he tried! He still tried to help the best he could, but it was never enough for the town.

“I gave all I could for them, and then some, but what did I get? Hunted! Torn open! I didn’t expect anything, not even a thank you!”

When Dash does it, he’s considered a hero, gets pats on the back, that kind of stuff. His fire core in still underdeveloped, but he warms up the area when he’s in ghost form. People love that, unless people are already hot and sweating, but no one lashes out. Danny’s ice core lowers the room temperature, and sometimes his body temperature. No one wants to hold hands that are cold.

As you can tell, Danny is pissed about this. He’s happy Dash doesn’t have to deal with what he did, but he’s still pissed.

As for Sam and Tucker, I have two ideas.

They went along with him to the alternate universe, where none of them existed, and all live and work together to get by and help each other out. There was no way they were leaving him alone.

The alternate Sam and Tucker like Dash. They think he’s a pretty chill guy, and they don’t understand why Danny keeps avoiding him or flinching. A part of Danny feels betrayed by this, even though he knows they’re not the Sam and Tucker he knew.

I think the last straw for Danny would either be Vlad or Lancer.

When Vlad comes into the picture, he’s not just… well, not a fruit loop, but he helps Dash! He helps him with his ghost powers, he teaches him, and Jack, and Maddie! He gives tips and advice on what to expect in the future and how to deal with it, and gives him his number incase he needs him!

Danny’s anger reaches a whole new peak.

If it’s Lancer, then it’s when he figures out that Danny has no parents and is living on his own. When he talks to Danny about this after school, he blows up at him. He goes on a rant about how Lancer thinks that he knows what’s best for him when he doesn’t know the full story. He lets it slip that he’s from another universe and had really bad experiences that made it hard for him to trust people and asks how he can be sure this isn’t a trap of some kind.

Eyes are glowing green, the room is freezing, and Danny’s cussing while trying not to have a mental breakdown and failing. He doesn’t want to be put into any adoption or foster care, especially with some strangers, and he’s determined to not let that happen. If anyone, he’d allow Frostbite to adopt him.

Surprisingly, this Frostbite and the one he first met are very similar and recognize him. It’s as if they’re actually the same! Like the Ghost Zone didn’t change, or at least, the Far Frozen didn’t.

Or maybe I can add the Nightingale Family from the PenPal AU! They’d be the one able to adopt him because he meets them all over again, and they’re some of the few people who are still the same. He knows he can trust them, so when they offer adoption, his answer is yes and a big hug.

I think that eventually, he and Dash might have a rivalry-type friendship. Ish. Danny’s constantly pushing Dash to get better with his skills. Dash likes to challenge him to a sparring match or race. Or maybe it’s like this closer to the start, but Danny’s genuinely mad under the mask. He’ll start to appreciate this Dash sooner or later.

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[dontmakemeright]

The urge to make him painfully hard when we're out in public.

To rub his inner thighs near his crotch while we're sitting next to each other, brush against his nipples by accident, whisper the most disgusting things into his ear, to kiss his pretty neck a second too long. To see him crumble, see his pupils dilate, his pants getting too tight.

To make him a dumb and blushy mess for me until he's not even able to talk, just waiting patiently like a good boy until I finally take him home.

[dendrogynous]

hi tunglr *slides a page of wilsons across the table*

[vaguely-concerned]

the contrast in lucanis' early game responses to bellara and davrin are sooo funny and also quietly devastating. the vibe is like

BELLARA: heey so... how are you feeling lucanis? generally, I mean. or specifically, if you'd rather talk about something in particular! well, you usually don't, so no worries if not, you know, no pressure, only if you'd think it'd maybe, I don't know, help! I know it doesn't always. but ah, um... are you -- alright? (in the pantry. we should probably stop asking you about this but are you sure you're alright in there? it's where the parsnips live. and you now, too, I suppose! just... you and the onions. and a demon. sorry, didn't mean to remind you! you see I'm only asking because um for a second there I thought the dark circles under your eyes were actually bruises and it jumpscared me a bit)

LUCANIS (tired but soft): I'm fine, Bellara. Really. Don't worry about me.

VS.

DAVRIN: So hey lucanis. just out of interest. what the fuck is your damage anyway. why are you like this

LUCANIS (at his most 'orders one black coffee and drives away' and also honest): Well you see Davrin since you're asking: I am in hell. Also go fuck yourself.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

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[lazanhaazeda]

"I HC that Viktor beats Jayce with his cane in arguments" good hc ngl I laugh everytime I think abt this,

but consider: Jayvik don't ever gets in arguments, not because they are the "perfect couple", its bc everytime Viktor gets mad or upset Jayce immediately says sorry.

HE DOES IT A LOT IN THE SHOW THIS MAN WONT STAND UP FOR HIMSELF IN ANY MOMENT. He sees his man is mad at him and he IMMEDIATELY reconsiders every choice he made, Viktor says, he's doing.

Also Viktor takes advantage of this bc he is a asshole (In a non-toxic way)

[technically-human]

Beings and entities, @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are has once again approached me with an amazing concept, so we present to you... a fusion, Steven Universe style! we're calling him Charwin because we can't be creative all the time.

AND there's lore. It's us, of course there's lore.

I tried to include it in the comics themselves, but basically, there was a case of dissappearing ghosts. Just like Esther, the people behind this were trying to use the pure energy to their advantage. These rocks are supposed to amplify the energy, but it kept resulting on the ghosts dissipating. The boys were captured and experimented on (yes that's horrifying. Not pictured here because... the reverse verse is angsty enough, so I wanted this one to be a bit more fluffy), but since they both went through Hell, they're stronger than your average ghost, and the rocks stayed on! The fusion was an unexpected side effect.

Plus he can make a weapon appear! it is just an oil lamp though.

[blueskittlesart]

Maybe this is where I paint my own poster.

[canisalbus]

I swapped them around in a silly doodle

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[toorvu]

He’s funny to me

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[cherie-luvv]

“Which could mean nothing”

Dude you looked at him as if he was literally the Sun.