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trustonlystars · 1 year
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There is a constant tune you keep playing, a constant hymn that the winter keeps humming. Photographs once turned old become such a warm glimpse of memories, a warm glimpse of the way seasons touched you, with the people who made life so pretty for you, the thoughts that made poetry for you. And how twinkling it all felt, how glittery it seems now, and how bliss is what those memories were. There's a tune that won't sit still, there is still an urge to bring magic back home, there is a time that is wanting to stay, and one that is wanting to walk away, so you lead to another chapter of your own book before someone else's. There is a constant tune you keep playing, a constant hymn that the winter keeps humming.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F
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pidayforpi · 1 year
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Small Mouse in a Small Cage
Pinky never knew why Brain would like to take over the world.
He never needed to know, anyway.
He just knew that achievement would make Brain happy.
And he would do anything to make Brain happy.
That's all that mattered to Pinky.
"In this room, there is only you and me
Let us continue singing our song together
Anything in the outside world...I don't have to know about it
...If that's what you wish for"
[Mention of (major) Character Death]
For a genetically modified mouse, Pinky was quite naive.
Unlike others of his kind, such as Snowball or Julia, Pinky harboured no ill will on his mind, nor any idea of an "ill will" was.
He did not grow bitter of the cruel world he was so unluckily born into, nor develop thoughts of vengeance towards the merciless scientists who had experimented on him.
Even after all those electric shocks and drug injections, Pinky never lost that innocent heart of his.
Also retained was his ignorance to the world.
While the others were drafting equations and hypotheses in a computer, Pinky was doodling a sketch of himself on a piece of paper. While they were seeking to travel through waters and the sky, Pinky was more than happy to stay in his little cage. (And why was he still living in a cage, anyway?)
To him, there's no need to travel beyond his home. Everything of the outside world was already within his reach: The lights on the ceiling were the sun in the morning, the stars at night. The tall desks and tables were the mountains, and the huge bathtub the deep blue sea. Everything he needed was already with him.
As for company...Well, Pinky had one and one only, but that person alone meant everything to him.
That person was the whole world to Pinky.
From the moment Brain opened the cage door, Pinky felt his heart being opened as well. When Brain held his hand, it was as if Pinky was touched to his heart.
Pinky remembered that day as if it had just been yesterday. Brain grabbed him by the wrist, leading him away from the laboratory room and out of the building. The two rodents ran and ran, climbing through secret passages that Pinky hadn't even known existed, evading traps which he would have otherwise stepped right onto. They kept running away hand-in-hand, until they stepped out into the open field.
It was a grass field outside of the secret laboratory building, in the middle of a wilderness. The two fugitives lay on the grass field, their chests heaving heavily from their great escape just now. Pinky asked nothing, and Brain explained nothing. They were both too exhausted to talk. They only looked up at the night sky, listening to the surrounding ambience.
For the first time in his life, Pinky knew what the stars were like. For the first time in his life, Pinky learned what cricket chirps sounded like.
But more importantly...for the first time in his otherwise pathetic life, someone had done something nice for Pinky.
The cosmos and insects meant little to Pinky. What mattered that day was Brain. What mattered that night was feeling loved for the very first time.
Of course, if he had shared with anyone about how grateful he was for Brain's "rescue", almost everyone would tell Pinky he was only being taken advantage of. After all, why would Brain go through all the hassle of saving a mouse he didn't even know? Everyone knew Brain was much smarter than that, and the word "sympathy" didn't even exist in his mental dictionary.
Brain might have only wanted a fellow escapee in his jailbreak, or a scapegoat if he was caught. He might have only wanted a lackey in his future plots, or maybe even a guinea pig in his experiments. Others might never know what the cunning mouse was thinking, but everyone always assumed the worst when it came to Brain.
But not to Pinky, for the naive white mouse saw only the kindest in someone's heart, for the worst and the best.
And Brain was the kindest person Pinky had ever known.
"I called you 'father'
While you called me 'daughter'"
After a restful night, the two returned to the construct that was once their prison, only to find the entire building to be abandoned. Brain must have scared off the personnel with his...not-so-pleasant escape plan.
And so, the laboratory they had been so unfortunately accustomed to became their new home sweet home.
Even after becoming practically roommates, Pinky knew little about Brain. He never asked nor answered trivial questions. While Pinky told Brain literally everything about himself, the only things Brain told Pinky was his name, his ambition to take over the world, and how Pinky could help.
And Pinky just took what he was told as it-is, and became Brain's partner in "taking over the world", whatever that meant. Perhaps part of his compliance to something he didn't even know was because he was Pinky: He wasn't the brightest of mice, after all. But a bigger part was because that was Brain: The person who saved him, and showed him what it was like to be "loved".
He would do anything for Brain, whatever it was.
"Because you worry about me who cannot walk
You filled the room with beautiful things for me"
The man-made laboratory soon became fit for two mouse-size residents. There were ladders and stairs to climb to higher places, and even elevators for both cargos and mice. Needless to say, all of the constructs were made by the shorter mouse, whose intelligence and creativity astonished Pinky to no end. Seeing Brain making impossibilities into possibilities always made Pinky admire him so much.
"A red glass
With a blue spoon inside
Along with a pair of yellow-framed mirrors"
When sunlight shone through the windows of the building - whether it be the noon sun, or the dusk twilight - it always illuminated their shared home in an amber sheen. Something as simple as natural light would already show Pinky the beauty of the world.
Such a beautiful scenery would always make Pinky want to sing and dance. If he was alone, he would just sing and dance to himself without a care in the world. That would already make him so calm and happy.
But what would make him the happiest mouse on Earth was when Brain was there. Pinky would offer him a hand and a silly grin, an unofficial invitation to be his dance partner. More often than not, the shorter mouse would be busy with his schemes.
But when, for some reasons, Brain accepted his hand, that would make Pinky feel over the moon. Every time their paws touched felt like the first time, when they had been escaping the facility they now called home. Even if it was just a 1-in-a-1000 chance, it was this rare occurrence that Pinky treasured the most. It was like a lottery, but how much money won from an actual one could not compare to Brain saying a simple, free "yes".
Brain would always be the one to lead, despite being the shorter of the duo. Perhaps the mastermind just didn't like being told what to do. Not that Pinky would care, though. As soon as Brain had said "yes" or nodded, Pinky wouldn't have any more requests.
Under the gentle sunlight, the two mice stood hand-in-hand, their snow white coat reflecting the glittering light. They would dance to Brain's selection of classical music, which would always be played when the mad scientist was working. None of the mice knew much about choreography: Brain had no time to explore such trivial knowledge, while Pinky had no interest to study at all. Still, they danced according to the smooth, soft rhythm, guided by nothing but their little thumping hearts.
At times when no music was available, Pinky would hum his own song. It would always be that one song, the melody of which he heard during his time still in captivity. There were lyrics to the song too, but Pinky could not quite remember. All he could sing was with simple vocalisations of different pitches, which were something taught to him as part of an experiment in learning (not that he knew what he was taught was called "solfège").
His singing voice was the only talent Pinky was proud of himself. Brain would never admit it, but Pinky's voice was something that would always bring a smile to his face. And Pinky noticed that. He knew he was too daft to help in formulating a plan, a formula or an equation. He knew he was too clumsy to assist in an expedition, an operation or a heist. All he could do was to cheer Brain up, with the only thing he was good at.
"In this room, there is only you and me
Let us continue singing our song together"
Every second of those moments felt like heaven on earth. Worries and fears melted away like chocolate in the sun, while sadness and despair washed away like seashells on the waterfront. In those moments, nothing in the world mattered. Just Pinky and the Brain, and that alone was everything to Pinky.
"Anything in the outside world...I don't have to know about it
If that's what you wish for"
Countless days had passed (or perhaps not a lot in reality, but very long in the eyes of a mouse). Brain had drafted and executed plans after plans, made inventions after inventions. The stack of scraped blueprints piled only higher, yet the goal of "taking over the world" seemed nowhere closer.
Brain started staying at the laboratory for longer and longer periods of time. Even if he did go out, it would be only for the preparation or execution of his plans. Afterwards, he would be back in his office, disappearing from the rest of the world.
Away from the working table, Pinky only watched. He could only watch, as Brain grew more elusive day by day. The sight of his partner so indulged in work had always made him feel swoony. Now, however, Pinky's heart was clouded in worry and helplessness.
And a deep feeling of guilt, too.
Pinky did everything he could to help. Anything that would lessen Brain's burden as much as possible: He kept the abode sparkly clean every day. He prepared all the meals from breakfast to dinner. He did every manual labour Brain told him to.
Still, Brain's smile never came back. That smile, so rare yet so precious, was truly gone.
And Pinky could do nothing about it. He hated that he could do nothing about it.
"The dark bedroom, and the scenery outside the window
Those are the entirety of world to me"
From a certain day onwards, Brain had never accepted Pinky's hand anymore. Pinky remembered so deeply, that one time, when he wanted to cheer Brain up with a small dance...his hand was slapped away. It couldn't have been Brain - Brain would never do such a thing - but there were only two mice in the room.
Pinky held his retracted hand, but it was his heart that hurt.
Their feelings became distant, as Brain began working alone a lot more often. When Brain went outside, he no longer brought Pinky along with him. He didn't say if it was out of concern or annoyance, but Pinky thought to himself the latter. It was because of his incompetence that Brain had to work alone, the poor mouse thought.
On days when Brain was out on an expedition, Pinky would stay behind, eagerly waiting for the return of the one he loved. His home never seemed so empty, although what was missing was only a single short mouse. His heart was working fine as ever, yet it seemed as if a hole had been punched through it.
"Although you are always gentle to me
You never tell me about the outside world"
When sunlight seeped through the windows now, not even the noon sun could purge the coldness in the room. Although the bright light illuminated all the fantastic constructs in the laboratory, such a beautiful painting would always be missing something. The music player spun no more, and the abode was a painful silence. Except for the clattering and clunking of machineries, which sounded like gossips and mockeries.
Sometimes, Brain would even be out overnight, much to the remaining mouse's worry. Pinky never doubted Brain's ability, yet the pitch black darkness outside sent his heart racing in anxiety.
And the cries of the crickets filled it with loneliness.
"The trinkets in the room laugh at me
'We are just the same thing'"
In those lonely nights, Pinky began to sing.
It would always be the same song, the same melody, but it sounded different with a sour heart. Under the veil of moonlight, the lone mouse danced and serenaded, to the one he loved. Even if his voice trembled, even if his eyes teared...He never stopped singing.
"Lu Li La Lu Li La, I sing this melody
As if the world outside cannot hear my voice"
Though so far away from his dear Brain, Pinky only hoped the night wind would carry his voice to the one he loved; or the gentle breeze would carry his song to the wishing star above, praying that his beloved one would come back safe and sound. After all, his singing was the only thing that could make Brain happy.
And he would do anything to make Brain happy.
"I will only sing for you
Because that's what I wish for"
In another lonely midnight, when Pinky had fallen asleep after singing his feelings to the moon and stars...his wish was granted.
Brain was there, right in front of his eyes, waking him up. It was much better than any sweet dreams he could have.
Pinky would love to give Brain a tight, affectionate embrace, congratulating him on his triumphant return.
But Brain didn't seem to have the time for that, otherwise he wouldn't have woken Pinky in the middle of the night.
Instead of his usual smugness, Pinky saw something he had never seen on Brain's face.
Fear...?
Brain yelled something to Pinky, but he couldn't remember clearly in his drowsy state.
"I heard from you about the word 'war'"
He also remember hearing some other unknown voices and noises, like angry shouting and hurried, heavy footsteps.
The normally cool laboratory felt somewhat hot, too. And a strange smell was getting stronger and stronger.
Without another word, Brain grabbed Pinky by the wrist, just like how he did when they first met. Pinky would have thought that had been a dream, if it wasn't for how real it felt. Brain frantically brought him to the nearest window, and struggled to open it even with the help of machinery.
Pinky was confused, so confused. Especially when the foreign noises kept getting louder, and the room kept warming up despite the cool night breeze. But he decided to keep silent. He trusted in Brain. He knew Brain would always make the right decision. Whatever the pickle might be, Brain would always come out victorious. He would always come home, safe and sound.
In a split second, shorter than Pinky could comprehend...The window was opened, and he was pushed out of the building.
He didn't have the chance to ask what. He didn't have the chance to ask why.
All he saw was Brain standing on the window sill, getting further and further away from him.
Were those tears in his eyes? Why was he so sad? Why wasn't he coming along?
And...
"Why is the room on fire?"
Those were Pinky's last thoughts, before the small mouse hit the grass field below.
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"So...this is Pinky and the Brain's lab...?"
"And home..."
"And 'was', I guess..."
"Yes...sadly."
Turning the knob of a burnt door, the Warner Siblings and Chairman Plotz entered their mice friends' abode.
Former abode, now in ruins.
Even though none of them voiced out their feelings - not even the talkative Yakko or the straightforward Wakko - all undoubtedly felt a heavy sense of dread.
"It's...all burnt down..."
Dot inspected her surroundings, the sorrowful emotion in her heart unconsciously being muttered out. She remembered Pinky having invited her (and her brothers) to the lab: It was a marvellous design then, much better than the interior and exterior of the water tower combined. It was almost like a tourist attraction, albeit being a legitimate working and living space.
Now, however, Dot not only mourned the destruction of an aesthetic, but also the loss of someone important. The tourist attraction was destroyed, along with the tour guide. One thing could be repaired, the other could not.
"H-how did this happen, Mister Plotz...?"
Wakko held the hand of his elder brother, his speech demeanour being unusually polite. He could still recognise the remnant of the dining area, where Pinky had once challenged him to an eating contest.
"Yea...How could this happen...?"
Yakko added, although his eyes were focused on the ruined office section. Unlike his siblings, he bonded with Brain more, whom he looked up to as a teacher-figure. How else would he know about the countries of the world? That megalomaniac mouse was more than happy to share the places he wished to conquer.
Chairman Plotz had been hesitant to break the news to three children, but they deserved to know. If there's anyone who absolutely deserved to know, it would be the Warners. They were already the last to be informed, yet had been the closest to the two mice.
"I...I hate to say this, but..."
Thaddeus Plotz was never good with words, and now was even harder.
"...It was an inevitable outcome. No one could have predicted this, but everyone could have seen that happening someday."
He chose his words carefully, trying not to hurt the children more than necessarily.
"Brain had made too many enemies...His ambition in world domination clashed with so much of the others. His plans and schemes angered and frightened so many."
"And when you have enemies...vengeance is something you have coming for you."
"Brain...He had it coming. It had just been a matter of time."
"I'm sorry, kids..."
Chairman Plotz looked away from the three siblings, who were understandably silent. His heart was still conflicted about telling them the cold truth.
Yakko was the first to take in the news.
"But...but what about Pinky...? He...he couldn't have had it coming, too?"
Not the innocent, friendly Pinky. This made it even harder for Plotz to explain.
Luckily, he didn't have to, when a soft singing voice was heard all of a sudden. Everyone turned to the source of the sound, but no one could believe their eyes nor ears.
The mouse in question was sitting on the window sill, carefully camouflaged in the white background until now. His short legs were dangling outside, while his long tail was hanging inside.
It was the same song, the same melody. But he finally remembered how the lyrics go.
"Found in the burnt-down mansion"
The Warners slowly approached the window, tears forming in their eyes.
On the window sill...
"Were the body of the lonely man"
"And a charred clockwork doll"
(22-11-2022 ~ 26-3-2023)
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So, uh, this is something...
First of all, this is my first time writing about your favourite mouse boyfriends, and I immediately killed off one of them. So...yeah.
Secondly, this was actually quite an "impulse idea". Aside from writing about a new production, you can see I started in November of last year...and almost immediately paused. I blame exam, stress and exam stress.
I only resumed writing in this March, after I finished the Ducktales piece (which had also been an impulse idea but I did it in one go at least). I would say...80% of the story content was written in (the second half of) this month.
Also, after this piece, I plan to finish my WIPs first before starting any new productions (they have been WIPs since 2020 omg). All of them are long stories. And plan, so if I fail to adhere to myself please don't use this against me orz.
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[Back to the actual story]
Another song fic featuring another song, this time showing my otaku side. Not sure if you may know this one. Or, may at least know the musician.
The song is "Miniature Garden Girl" (箱庭の少女) by Mothy/Akuno-P, "sung" by Hatsune Miku. The (translated) lyrics are the sentences "in quotations and italics".
If you have been a Vocaloid fan since ancient times, you probably will have at least heard about Mothy and/or some of his songs. Some of them are really classics in the Vocaloid history.
This song was one of my favourites from like >10 years ago when I was a somewhat passionate Vocaloid fan. It was quite hard to find a calming Vocaloid track, so this one stuck out to me (also I was a fan of Mothy's productions at that time). The song itself isn't nearly as famous as Mothy's other works (Daughter/Servant of Evil, anyone? Regret Message?), but it is still one of my favourites to this day.
Obviously the quality sounds pretty subpar nowadays. I believe the Vocaloid software used was still more or less a prototype. Mothy actually remastered the song a few years ago, with a more modern Miku voice bank. I will link both versions below.
https://youtu.be/2q1HqQEc4OY
https://youtu.be/DCdLi6z_jmg
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glenn-simp · 1 year
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I wanna be yours (song) x The Walking Dead Characters
TWD x Reader
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~Glenn~
I hummed the tune of a song that's been stuck in my head since forever.
My ears picked up the sound of the porch creaking as someone was approaching me.
I turned my head to see Glenn give me a smile.
I smiled back.
"Hey, honey. How are you?"
He blushed at the nickname, suddenly shy.
"I wanted to check up on you... and I uh wanted to ask... why are you so nice to me?"
He asked, fiddling with his pouch.
I stared into his beutiful eyes as mine began to dilate.
"Maybe I just want to be yours..."
~Rick~
"R-rick? How's Carl?"
I asked as I raced into the room, hearing he got shot.
Rick stood up with tears in his eyes, I rushed over and gave him a hug.
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I awoke from an uncomfortable position on a chair.
I groaned slightly but stopped when I noticed Carl was resting.
I glanced around the room to find Rick already looking at me.
I smiled softly and he gave me a weak one back.
After a few minutes in silence, Rick broke it.
"Why did you come here so quickly?"
I glanced at him in surprise.
"Because Carl-"
"No. Uh, why did you hug me."
I looked down and whispered to myself.
"I wanna be yours..."
~Daryl~
"You don't have to act like you give a damn, Yn! I know no one liked him."
Daryl snapped at me as he continued to stride to his tent.
I paused at the entrance, trying not to take his words to heart.
"Daryl..."
"Leave me alone."
I huffed and slammed my ass on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't want to leave you alone. But I won't talk if you just yell at me."
I said fairly and crossed my arms over my chest.
Daryl paused and stared at me, his anger calming down.
"Why?"
I blinked at him than blushed to myself.
"I wanna be yours."
-Bonus-
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Daryl asked, extremely confused.
"It means I love you Daryl."
"...oh."
He squeaked out, his face red as well.
"I like you too."
I grinned at him.
"I know."
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catra-writes · 8 months
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Dancing Free
When Elina was a kid she loved to dance. She always wanted to be moving about and active like people she saw around her. Dancing was so fun. But she got tired quicker than most kids, she could remember demanding one of her parents pick her up after playing because she'd gotten ticketed out and felt sore. 
Growing up that only got worse. She started feeling worse and worse, her limbs aching, her exhaustion being constant, and worst of all the throbbing headaches that followed after the striking pain in her back. 
It started with too much movement on her body, then gradually became every time she woke up and when to be to persisting throughout the day.
Her energy became far too low to keep up dancing when she felt like it. She stopped feeling the joy that she used to express through dance, the bubbly sensation that dancing gave her causing her to genuinely smile.
It didn't seem like anyone noticed. How she feel into sorrow as her mobility lessened, how the pain made her want to rest and eventually even stopped eating. She hated it, she was alone and isolated and she couldn't feel anything other than numb or the debilitating pain in her body and she hated it.
Music was her escape. She found songs that she related to, song that reminded her of the feeling of free movement, songs that helped her feel at all. Music was almost all she had to pull her through the storm life had tossed her into.
Elina felt like life had punished her simply just for existing ever since she was a kid. The world around her blamed her for how her body was failing her. 
"You're so lazy, just get up and move" "it can't be that bad" "you're fine, it's all in your head" "guess that's your fault for not exercising." "You can do it stop making up excuses" "have you even tried?" "Have you tried just doing it"
Berating, nagging, useless suggestions, blaming...so many repeated and rephrased words nailing home the idea that it was her fault, that she was never going to amount to anything more, that she was a burden, not trying hard enough. 
She'd push herself far past her limits, her body screaming warning after warning until she would collapse and break down almost every night, sometimes even in the morning. 
It hurt. Her body, no one there to tell her it was okay, even her own parents having times of not believing her and telling her to keep pushing herself. It all hurt. She hated it so much, nothing felt worth it, not even relationships. Why would it be worth the effort if they were just going to tell her the same thing she'd always heard?
Maybe they were right. Could they be? She'd always tried so hard, and when she finally gave herself breaks she'd fall behind. Maybe she was the problem, or maybe she just was meant for this world.
Dancing was the farthest thing from her mind for a long time...until it wasn't.
With the right song, the right motivation, she'd push herself back onto her feet. Even if it was just for her, her alone in her room with a single song playing again and again, she took a step.
One step led to another, and very quickly she found her rhythm again, dancing in time with the song. Dancing away the stress and the worries and the voices. Each step more liberating than the last, she found the feeling she'd been missing.
She didn't care if her legs were going to give out on her after the song, she didn't care if people were going to scoff at her for being tired again, she didn't care. Not right now.
Right now, Elina was dancing. Dancing joyfully, dancing energetically, a dancing queen all in her own right, dancing free.
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melomaniacreviews · 8 months
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You'll Change Your Name, Or Change Your Mind. And Leave This Fucked Up Place Behind.
But I'll know...I'll know
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The phrase had been heard by several and was even used a lot on videos when depicting something that was known to be relatable to many.
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In the year 2010, Arizona-based singer and multi-instrumentalist Owen Evans created the Roar. He first released the project's debut 'I Can't Handle Change, as a response to Asleep in the Sea's disbandment. The album 'I Can't Handle Change' contains six songs, along with the infamous 'Christmas Kids.'
Phil and Ronnie Spector:
Ronnie was just 17 when she first met Phil, who was 24 at the time.
In the late 1950s, Veronica Yvette Bennett, mostly known as 'Ronnie Spector, formed a girl group called "The Ronettes" along with her sister Estelle Bennett and cousin Nedra Talley. The Ronettes later signed a record label with Phil Spector and Lester Sill's 'Phillies Records' in 1963.
The 'I Can't Handle Change' album has a cover of Phil and Ronnie Spector. The couple got married in the year 1968, following a divorce in 1974.
Be My Baby: How I Survived Mascara, Miniskirts, and Madness, or My Life As a Fabulous Ronette
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Ronnie recounted the specifics of her experience with violence perpetrated by her then-husband Phil in her memoir "Be My Baby: How I Survived Mascara, Miniskirt, and Madness" in 1990. On where she had reveal on how Phil had locked her inside their Beverly Hills Mansion. According to her, Phil would often be emotionally and physically abusive towards her--where he would hit her and even threaten her with a gun. He would force her to stay at home to the point of isolating her from her friends and family.
"I can only say that when I left in the early ‘70s, I knew that if I didn’t leave at that time, I was going to die there," she wrote.
It was also alleged that Phil had kept a caskets--threatening that she will display her corpse if she were to escape and leave him.
The Christmas Kids
The Christmas Kids were nothing but a gift...
The Christmas Kids are the twins Louis and Gary Spector, whom Phil allegedly compelled Ronnie to adopt one Christmas to save their marriage.
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ikarisenpai · 2 years
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I have this idea that I want to write or have someone else write it for me but my idea is based on the song "Superficial Love" by Ruth B... but it's a Mirage x Reader and Mirage can either send her the song, sing her the song, or the one shot is just based around the song. If anyone wants to write it. I will love you a million! If not If I do get around to writing it I'll post it, promise!
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salamispots · 7 months
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dream wip
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downydig · 5 months
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please forgive me for whatever i do, when i don't remember you
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iipaint · 6 months
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oh, i should have gone deeper, but i'm not so brave
when i was done dying - dan deacon // fionna and cake - "cheers"
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puppyeared · 6 days
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littlest furth shop
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#i think i had a little too much fun with this lol#i also wanted to draw road boy and other characters but maybe when they actually get introduced#i do have a sketch of him with a lil chainsaw.. im not gonna be normal when he gets introduced man he looks so sillygoofy#if you squint laika's eye marking is a clover yue's is a crescent moon and mars' is a star ^_^#i wanted to give laika an accessory too but i couldnt think of anything.. maybe a stack of pancakes??#im curious to see the apocalypse side of the story too.. like so far we have an idea of the comet fucking everything up#and im assuming that lead to a ripple effect causing the apocalypse but exactly how bad?? i cant wait to find out#rn im kinda piecing stuff together.. larkspur delivers mail in a beat up van so that might mean all transportation is grounded#the buildings we've seen so far are intact like the observatory and turnip's house but idk if thats the same for big cities#laikas playlist only includes songs downloaded on yue's computer and there hasnt been internet in 20 years.. but radio signals might#still work.. if yue grows his own food we can assume that mass production and distribution also isnt a thing anymore#sorry im a sucker for worldbuilding.. and the furth puns are fun to me. i like to think toronto would be clawronto.. and vancouver wld#be nyancouver.. barktic circle.. mewfoundland and labrador.. canyada....#christ i have so many drawing ideas. willow if youre reading this im so sorry youre probably gonna expect to see a lot of drawings frm me#like. i wanna draw laika in the akira bike pose so sosososo bad. IT WOULD BE SO AWESOMECOOL. ill teach myself to draw bikes if i have to#i also wanted to animate laika leekspin.. man#my art#myart#fanart#laika's comet#laikas comet#laika#mars#yue#furry art#fur#littlest pet shop#lps
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thatone-highlighter · 6 months
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I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.
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tunapesto · 4 months
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so when I die which I must do,
could it shine down here with you?
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pidayforpi · 2 years
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Lilium / Sorriso
Under the grey, cloudy sky, two brothers walked along the grassy path, although only one pair of footprints was left on the nature's trail.
Abner Duck carried his younger brother on his back, the yellow duckling deep in slumber against the teenage drake's head. Fethry's short arms were wrapped around his elder brother's neck, while Abner supported those short dangling legs with his own pair of arms.
Usually, the siblings would go home hand-in-hand. But today, Fethry had been especially drowsy after school, the homeroom teacher carrying a sleeping Fethry in her arms with an amused smile, when Abner arrived to pick his brother up.
Abner tried to imitate his father, when Eider Duck would carry a sleepy Fethry on his back, and walk home while avoiding shaking the fragile duckling awake.
Although Fethry was light, and Abner was somewhat strong, it was still the first time he had given someone a piggyback ride while moving. He constantly looked over his shoulders, and made sure Fethry wouldn't fall over or be woken up. Tiring it might be, just a look at the yellow duckling's innocent smile would make Abner forget all the fatigue in an instant.
Seeing as the sky slowly turned into a darker shade of grey, Abner slightly hastened his pace, hoping the rain would kindly wait until they had arrived home. The wind picked up as well, rustling the tall grass on either side of the country road.
"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam
Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem
Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae"
("The mouth of the righteous speaks wisdom
His tongue speaks judgment
Blessed is the man who endures temptation
For once he has been tested, he shall receive the crown of life")
Unconsciously, Abner started to hum. Being in the vast countryside and embraced by the wild, Abner always had the urge to sing a little song. He reckoned he took that characteristic from his mother. Lulubelle Loon would often start humming, in the midst of picking wild flowers or tending the gardens. Abner never questioned why his mother would do that, but he wouldn't complain either. His mother's singing voice was soothing to listen to, more so than his own hoarse voice. Abner admitted he wasn't a good singer, after all.
"Kyrie, fons bonitatis
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison"
("Lord, fount of goodness
Lord, divine fire, have mercy!")
Even the hymn he was humming had been learned from his mother. Abner didn't know the exact words,
let alone the meaning of those lyrics, written in an unknown language. He merely copied his mother's tongue, from having heard Lulubelle sing the song for so many times.
Abner liked the sound of the song, its melody almost like a lullaby. He remembered his mother had a wooden music box that played the exact song. It was a gift from his lumberjack mentor, handcrafted by the family friend as a birthday present for Ms Loon. Since then, she had placed the ornament in the living room, winding the musical instrument up from time to time, letting the calming melody be heard throughout their lovely, homely wooden cabin.
"O quam sancta, quam serena
quam benigna, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur
O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna, quam amoena
O castitatis lilium"
("Oh, how sacred, how serene
How benevolent, how pleasant this Virgin who believe
Oh, how sacred, how serene, how benevolent, how pleasant
Oh, lily of purity!")
Abner especially remembered his mother singing that song while carrying Fethry on her back, just like what he was doing now, as if the song was dedicated to his innocent younger brother. He specifically remembered, that his mother had once hummed the song to a sleeping Fethry, on a white lily field. It was a beautiful scene, with his mother's long white dress swaying in the wind, along with countless lilies of pure white dancing in the zephyr. The long tail of Fethry's red stocking cap, as well as the black furball at its end, were flowing in the breeze too, although their owner remained fast asleep.
White lilies were his mother's favourite, which was why Lulubelle had dedicated a portion of the flower farm to growing a sea of pure white lilies. When looked from a distance, it was as if someone had hung a large piece of white velvet cloth in the middle of the farmland.
It formed a stark contrast, with a patch of white among the colourful sea of flora. However, that's what made Lulubelle love the colour white so much.
"When everything else has colours, having no colour is a kind of uniqueness."
"White is such a fragile colour, so easily stained by dyes. This is what makes purity so precious."
Abner remembered his mother's words.
Looking at his slumbering younger brother, Abner too hoped Fethry would forever stay pure.
Pure as the white lily, never to be tainted.
"Kyrie, fons bonitatis
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison
O quam sancta, quam serena
quam benigna, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur
O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna, quam amoena
O castitatis lilium"
("Lord, fount of goodness
Lord, divine fire, have mercy!
Oh, how sacred, how serene
How benevolent, how pleasant this Virgin who believe
Oh, how sacred, how serene, how benevolent, how pleasant
Oh, lily of purity!")
(27-6-2022)
[The song in the story is Lilium ("Lily"), the anime OP of Elfen Lied. The lyrics (in Italic) and the title are actually in Latin.
Although I like the original version as well, I wrote the story according to Erutan's arrangement of the song.
Do give it a listen if available. Erutan is an amazing artist, and that arrangement of Lilium is what inspired this song story, too.]
https://youtu.be/lV4EGBHadFg
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[Mention of Loss of Parents, Fatal Car Accident]
Ludwig Von Drake held the gosling in his arms, gently stroking the child's soft blonde hair.
Although Gladstone was by no means a "gosling" at that point - now that his yellow down coat had been fully replaced with snow-white feathers - the young gander would forever be a little gosling in the old duck's eyes.
Right now, Ludwig was standing by a cliff, the snoozing goose being held close to his chest. The professor chuckled to himself, when the sleeping gosling twisted and turned in his embrace. He really wanted that moment recorded, but he knew he would always have that scene remembered, more strongly than any piece of knowledge he had learned as a lifelong scholar.
On a certain Saturday, Gladstone went on a field trip with the professor. It was a long ride to the destination, and Gladstone, however enthusiastic he was, had exhausted his energy being excited for the expedition. Half way through the ride, the gosling had fallen asleep on the back seat, in slumber even after arrival. Ludwig, ever careful and thoughtful with Gladstone, had decided to let the child wake up naturally.
The venue was a grassy cliffside, its ground a coat of lush green with a few oxeye daisies interspersed, ending with a cliff overlooking the milky, milky sea. The weather had been overcast, however, but it gave the nature's scenery another kind of beauty.
Wind howled from the waters, blowing towards the vegetation and the two visitors. Ludwig's grey hair was ruffled by the gale, as were his neatly ironed coat and dress shirt, but he did all he could to shield the fragile gosling in his arms from the wind.
Though the young goose was blessed with paranormal good luck, even the knowledge-hungry Ludwig wouldn't think for a second about studying Gladstone's magical abilities. All Ludwig cared for was his well-being, his happiness.
He would do anything for the gosling, after all.
In this turbulent world, Ludwig would do anything to protect Gladstone from the storms of destiny. Ludwig wouldn't let cruel fate take away his smile. Not again.
"Se di noi due uno solo potesse ricever l'amor del mondo
Io sarei felice di donarlo a te"
("If only one of us could receive love from the world
I would be happy to give the chance to you")
Ludwig had never thought about being a father, nor had his wife, Matilda McDuck. Ludwig had only foreseen himself to live the rest of his life surrounded by books and paper. Despite a loving couple, Ludwig and Matilda had never planned to have a child of their own. Ludwig was good at a lot of expertises, but child-caring was one field he couldn't say anything about. One field that his sister-in-law Hortense McDuck would know much better in.
But of all the things the wise professor could predict, the child in his arms was not one of them. Then again, no one could have predicted the future, no?
"Accettalo senza esitazione, te ne prego
Io ti stringo dolcemente nell'abbraccio del mio amore più sincero"
("Please accept it without hesitation
I will gently embrace you, with sincere love from my heart")
Gladstone was a wonderful boy, more than everything a parent could hope for their child. Polite, bright, kind...and blessed by the goddess of luck, protecting him from all sorts of woe and misfortune.
At first, Ludwig had always worried about Gladstone getting hurt, for his four-leaf clover attracted quite a number of green-eyed monsters. He would ask Gladstone to stay vigilant at all times, giving him advice on how to protect himself. Gladstone was obedient, yet dangers would sometimes still reach the young gander. However, whatever perils might happen, Gladstone would always reach home unscathed. Ludwig knew it must have been the work of the little goose's blessing, and he thanked the gift for that.
"Te ne prego, va avanti per la strada che tu credi
Prego perché tu non perda mai la tua anima pura e sincera"
("Please, go on the way you believe in
I pray that you will never lose your pure and sincere soul")
With the gosling in his life, Ludwig had done many things he didn't think he would ever do. He remembered going to the children's boutique for the first time, confident that he could make the gosling look smart and handsome...only to end up holding his hands up and letting the shopkeeper pick out the clothes for little Gladstone.
Or the first time Gladstone had a fever, to which Ludwig responded by immediately rushing the child to the hospital. He had forgotten he was also a licensed, professional physician, until he saw the sheepish look of the doctor on-call, obviously puzzled as to why the professor was panicking over a common cold.
Also deep in his memories was the first parent-teacher meeting. The primary school principal had remarked Gladstone's excellent behaviour, which made the student blush in shyness and the parent smile in pride. Somehow, hearing someone praise the gosling under his wing made Ludwig feel the proudest. He thought he couldn't be prouder of himself anymore, having been the most respected scholar in the entire world, the bearer of countless degrees and honours. Yet, being praised a good father made all those other titles feel no longer important. Right now, he was the father of the little goose, and he took utmost pride in that and that alone.
The parents' meet-up afterwards was also quite the experience for Ludwig. He had been nervous about meeting up with a lot of parents, who would undoubtedly be much more skilled in parenting than the senile geezer. However, when the event commenced, Ludwig felt his parental instincts kicked in, and he quickly blended in with the mothers and fathers in the venue. He listened to many funny stories of the parents and their chicks, and shared his own with his beloved Gladstone, to which the gosling pouted in embarrassment. Though, Ludwig must have been oblivious to the curious gazes of the adults there, wondering why the world-renown Professor Ludwig Von Drake suddenly had a child of his own, or why an old drake was even raising a young gander in the first place.
The elderly duck thought he knew everything, but the little gosling proved him otherwise.
Ludwig had never thought about being a father, but he did not regret becoming one, too. It was a surprise, of course, but a welcomed one nevertheless.
Ludwig only hoped Gladstone felt the same as well.
"Se uno di noi due fosse scelto per il regno della morte
Io sarei felice di offrirmi"
("If one of us were chosen to leave for the kingdom of death
I would be happy to sacrifice myself")
When Ludwig Von Drake received the tragic news, it was as if a dagger had pierced through his heart.
Matilda had already broken down, sobbing in a chair next to her husband. Ludwig held the telephone in one hand, a balled-up fist in another. His normally cheery expression was all gone, replaced by a deep shade of melancholy. His usual bubbly bill remained shut. His quick mind was at a loss for words.
Still, Ludwig remained calm. He needed to, when everyone was devastated by the unfortunate accident happening at the worst time possible. He was the Professor Ludwig Von Drake. He had to come up with a solution when no one could. He had to be the problem-solver when no one would. There was no time for him to panic or be sad. There shouldn't be.
But for the first time, Ludwig just stood there. He said nothing, but his mind was blank. He shed no tear, but his heart was cold. He needed to do something, he must. But he didn't know what to do.
For the first time, Ludwig didn't have a solution.
He hung up, without saying anything. He ended that day, without saying anything.
"Ti prego, non essere triste
Perché io già ricevo da te tanta felicità da non meritarla"
("Please, don't be sad for me
For I have already received from you so much more happiness than I deserve")
The next day, Ludwig and Matilda visited the Gander household, now the home of only one little gosling. It was a cold winter day, a morning in early January. The day after Gladstone's big day.
Hortense McDuck and Quackmore Duck had volunteered to accompany their nephew for the night of the incident. When Hortense welcomed her sister and brother-in-law, she immediately embraced Matilda, crying over her sister's shoulders. Quackmore, like Ludwig, said nothing, but grief was clearly visible in his eyes.
Everyone knew bad luck would befall Gladstone yesterday, but no one could have predicted how cruel fate could be to the poor little gosling.
Gladstone had always been a lucky fella. His supernatural good luck would always protect him from sorrow while bringing him smiles. But luck had its price, and the goddess of luck would always collect her debt, on a specific day every year: Gladstone Gander's birthday.
It was on this jolly day that Gladstone would experience all the misfortunes he should have encountered throughout the year. It was on his birthday, that Gladstone would become the unluckiest goose in the world for a day.
And that year, that fateful year...Luck had decided to claim Gladstone's parents as his payment, in a tragic road accident.
"Il mio cuor ti sarà per sempre vicino
Prego perché quel tuo sorriso gentile non si oscuri mai"
("My heart will always be close to you
I pray that your gentle smile will never be clouded")
Ludwig had known why he and his wife were called to the now-empty manor, as the four adults sat in the dinning room after a difficult discussion. He was never prepared for the option, but he understood the decision. Hortense and Quackmore already had two children of their own, as did Lulubelle and Eider, while Scrooge had a business to take care of. Ludwig and Matilda were the only ones who could possibly take in their orphaned young nephew.
Ludwig went upstairs to the gosling's room, where Gladstone had hid himself ever since the grim tidings had been disclosed. He was sitting on his bed, looking out of the small open window. Gladstone didn't speak to anyone, didn't shed a tear. He merely stared into the distance, hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare. But his heart was on the verge of breaking, and Ludwig knew that. Because he was feeling the same as well.
Ludwig knocked lightly on the white wooden door, before sitting next to Gladstone on the children's bed. They didn't say anything, nor was there any need to. Gladstone had already heard the conversation downstairs, and the fact that his Uncle Ludwig came into his room afterwards only proved it further. Even if it had been a wild guess, it would have been correct as well. His dumb luck was back, after all.
The uncle and nephew sat there without a word.
Until the gentle snow suddenly fell, landing on the window sill. Gladstone's eyes widened, as pure white precipitates kept floating down from the cloudy sky. His body started to shiver, but not from the temperature. Tears started to form, but not from the wind.
Almost immediately, the mask of toughness shattered, when he remembered the terrible blizzard that took his parents away from him, on his very own happy birthday.
Gladstone threw himself into the embrace of his uncle, burying his head into the old duck's chest. He cried as much as he could, wails of grief and pain echoed throughout the once-homely abode. Drops of tear stained Ludwig's vest, and the professor's coat became wrinkled as Gladstone held firmly onto his uncle, letting all his bottled emotions out. It wasn't that Gladstone and Ludwig shared a particularly close relationship at that time. The bereaved gosling just wanted a warm, comforting hug, somewhere he could freely cry in. After all, he was just a child. A sad, confused, helpless child.
Ludwig gave his devastated nephew a big, heartfelt embrace in response, allowing the hapless gosling as much time as he needed. Ludwig held the weeping child close to himself, gently brushing the back of his soft feathered head, stroking his trembling back lovingly.
"Se di noi due uno solo potesse ricever l'amor del mondo
Io sarei felice di donarlo a te"
("If only one of us could receive love from the world
I would be happy to give the chance to you")
And then, for the first time since he had picked up the telephone yesterday, Ludwig felt himself sobbing. He had tried to stay strong and calm, but witnessing the heart-wrenching expression of the gosling broke his already cracked heart. The professor silently wept, bitter tears falling down his cheeks, as he whispered Gladstone's name with his shaking, raspy voice. It wasn't professional at all, but Ludwig didn't care. The professor comforted Gladstone, not as a child psychologist, but as his uncle, and his new guardian.
That day, Ludwig found someone only he could protect. Someone whose smile only he could protect.
Right here, in his arms.
"Prego perché quel tuo sorriso gentile
Sorriso, non si oscuri mai"
("I pray that your gentle smile
Your smile, will never be clouded")
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Gladstone rubbed his drowsy eyes, struggling to open them against the sleepiness and the relatively brighter environment. The young goose let out a big yawn, opening his bill to the largest before exhaling. When his vision became clear enough to see, he was greeted with the smile of an old duck.
"Hello 'dere! Mein kleine Gans!"
Ludwig patted the gosling affectionately, who had just woken up from the long sleep in his arms. Gladstone struggled in the elderly duck's embrace, puffing up his cheeks and pouting in protest.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Uncle Ludwig! And honestly, what does that even mean?"
Ludwig merely chuckled.
"Guess you'll have to find out yourself!"
To which Gladstone rolled his heavy eyes. He then noticed the breathtaking cliffside they were on, gasping lightly in astonishment.
"Oh, we are already there?"
Ludwig slowly sat down on the grassy field, the gosling still in his tender embrace.
"Yes, my dear Gladstone. Ready to explore the unknown, eager mind?"
Gladstone pondered for a while, before shaking his head subtly.
"Sorry...May I have a few more minutes...? I'll surely be ready to go after that..."
Ludwig smiled kindly, as the gosling was already failing to keep his eyes open. Half a minute later, Gladstone was once again asleep.
"Sure, my little goose..."
Gladstone leaned against the old duck's chest, snoring softly in his arms. Ludwig gently stroke the gosling's soft blonde hair, as Gladstone whispered in his sleep.
"Thanks, Dad..."
(4-7-2022)
https://youtu.be/HHuVWG-Pv-4
[Sorriso ("Smile") is an Italian song performed by Akiko Shikata, one of my favourite musicians since I was little. Shikata's folk music caught my heart when I first stumbled upon it, and since then has become a great inspiration to me.]
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keyotosprompts · 2 months
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yk i'm such a fool for you ₊˚⊹♡
pining prompts (it's my whole shtick)
⇴ person a and b are looking at each other when there's that one person that annoys both of them, and then laughing. it's that SHARED LOOK and SHARED CONNECTION that makes person a quickly turn away.
⇴ person a comes out looking amazing, and person b is literally too stunned to speak. person b's hand is on their chest as if they're trying to catch their breath. person b so desperately wants to reach out and say something, until person a grabs person c's hand.
⇴ person a has been attracted to person b since they last met at a short-term location (ex. airport), so much so that all of their friends know about person b and are desperate to find them so they can shut person a up.
⇴ person a and person b both brushing hands on accident, and person a quickly yanks their hand away while person b is still spiraling because of the contact.
⇴ additionally ^ they both say "sorry!" at the same time, and person b is just like "oh my god we just brushed hands and their hands were so soft and i want to do it again poierjbhuefjniubh"
⇴ person b doing anything to make person a laugh. "you are my glorious god and i will kiss the ground you walk on," followed by person a's laugh and SMILE (person b nearly evaporates). "shut up" with a smile and PERSON B IS FOUND DEAD ON THE GROUND.
⇴ "you're adorable" "what?" "nothing."
⇴ person b is telling themselves not to get close to person a. but once they see person a right in front of them, they fold immediately. person b listens to any word person a says, regardless of "needing to avoid them." person a has person b enamoured and doesn't even know it.
⇴ person b and person a both jokingly flirt with each other, except neither of them are joking but both of them think the other person is. (idiots)
⇴ "i can't keep myself away from them. i think they have some magnetic force that pulls me into them" – person a/b. "i think that's called attraction and, call me crazy here, but i think you're in love with them." – person c, who is fed up.
⇴ one night stand between person a and person b, whom were both drunk at the time. person b is in the middle of regretting everything and feeling like SHIT and gently admiring a the morning after because they're aware that nothing will be the same after this and this might even be the last time they will talk.
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i’m such a whore for jaw-dropping, heavily stylized, thematically laden, full of heart animation. will forever be impressed at the stories that are coming from non-disney studios having their moment to shine.
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nerdpoe · 5 months
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Danny, mid twenties, opted to travel the Ghost Zone for a few years before going to college. He meets a pretty cool Ghost couple, gets involved and makes it a throuple, and travels the Ghost Zone with them.
Their names are Martha and Thomas Wayne, and Danny's kinda head-over-heels for them.
Everything's going great!
They're traveling the Ghost Zone, touring ancient civilizations, Danny's getting taught medical shit from Thomas and management shit from Martha, and they're all having a good time.
Well, until Martha and Thomas feel the pull of getting summoned.
While uh...in a compromising position with Danny.
Danny gets dragged along.
Anyways, that's how Danny, High King of the Infinite Realms, gets introduced to Batman.
Even after his traveling session, when he joins the Justice League full time, the man still hates him.
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