#void touched vlad

[radiance1]

@puppetmaster13u You called Danny a space whale in the tags of one of this post.

Now what if that was literal?

Hear me out, Danny outlives his friends, parents, sister. Danny becomes a literal whale.

Well, not a literal one because he's a ghost, but he takes the shape one of at the very least. He's just a giant, glowing white whale that looks pretty divine not going to lie.

Danny leaves earth. It wasn't safe for him anymore, what with the GIW and all that as even the ghosts found it not even worth anymore to visit the mortal world.

Except for Desiree and Spectra, but that's besides the point.

But Danny doesn't retreat to the zone, he's always longed for space, but because of his new half humanness he doesn't get believe he could've ever gone because, well. Yea.

But Danny goes fuck it and goes anyway. His form shifts from human to that of a giant whale, and he swims out into the vastness of space.

Years pass, and Danny does start getting bigger as he aged. He explored the vastness of space, marveling at many things, the different planets, the stars, the formations of rock and other things.

Then he encounters someone he never though he would've.

Vlad.

Well, he knew Vlad was left behind in space by his father but he didn't think he would find him again and Vlad seemed... different, from what he remembered.

For one thing, he didn't even know where Vlad began and space ended. He got only see those red eyes that even hinted at it being the man. His body was void black and filled with stars upon stars, all glittering from his body and Vlad barely even seemed to notice him, or if he did, he didn't seem to care at all.

So, Danny took him.

He was both curious and felt a bit bad about what happened to Vlad, even if he didn't know exactly what happened, and he couldn't just leave him there either.

So on his back Vlad went, and his travels continued.

It seemed to be the correct decision, really, because slowly overtime Vlad seemed to be regaining his awareness. Then slowly, tentatively, started to speak with him through ghost speak.

Vlad only seemed to vaguely remember what he was before space. He remembered hating a man, loving a woman, wanting a son, loneliness and a boy with white hair and toxic green eyes.

Even though Vlad was his former enemy, his nemesis, and someone who took the world hostage.

He couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Then their travels continued.

Years pass unnoticed, when in space, with Danny slowly getting bigger and bigger as the two travel throughout. They've come into contact with various civilizations, some hostile, some peaceful, some neutral.

The hostile ones never lasted long, even if Danny never lifted a flipper to do anything most of the time, Vlad made sure of it.

They came at went as they pleased, and Danny believes that they've gained a bit of a reputations over their adventures, but neither he nor Vlad knew exactly what they said. It did prove useful in some cases, however.

A few more years, and Danny feels that this system is vaguely familiar. Which happens sometimes, considering he's been travelling for so long. He then finds out why it was so familiar.

He came across Earth and, oh. When was the Earth so small?

Well, not small really, but when was he just only a bit smaller than it?

Did it shrink when he was away? Or did he just grow?

That doesn't matter though. What does, is the fact that currently seemed to be an invasion going on, on his home planet thank you very much. He did not like the fact that there was a massive fleet parked right outside his home.

So he spoke to Vlad, expressed his displeasure, Vlad responded back knowingly and went off to make the source of his displeasure disappear. That doesn't Danny was idle either, the fleet was big and, well.

It's been a while since he's stretched himself in a fight.

[gascansposts]

I love the space whale Danny designs (credit to @/puppetmaster13u ) they are gorgeous and I love them, WHY IS IT SO DETAILED??? I KNOW THAT IT WAS LIKE. A ONE OFF DRAWING OF DANNY OR WHATEVER BUT PLEASE THIS TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO JUST DO FLATS. FLATS

Anyways, I did the flats and mostly all the rendering on void touched!vlad, but Danny needs to be shaded and rendered. Also need to add in earth and the appropriate background! Vlad has a black hole core, while Danny’s is a space core, yin and yang for all of time aren’t they?

[five-rivers]

Death is a personal thing.  

To be sure, everyone dies eventually, and, in that, if nothing else, they are equal.  But no two people know death the same way.  No two people are touched by death the same way.  No two people see death in the same way.  No two people are taken by death in the same way.  

And no one may know another’s death.  Not beyond a glimpse through a window at night, not beyond a tale of a country undiscovered.  

That country of death was much the same. 

The Ghost Zone.  The Spirit World.  The Infinite Realms.  

Many names.  Many faces.  Many forms.  

It was personal.  

.

Vlad Masters knew what the Ghost Zone looked like.  He had worked with Jack and Maddie to extrapolate its composition and appearance long before they’d even gotten the proto-portal running from the tiny samples of ectoplasm they’d been able to synthesize.  

Once they had… Well.  Even the small uncertainty he’d had before was gone.  The Ghost Zone was green and pulsating pain, ooze and rot, twisted abominations and power.  

He could feel it inside him, even in the hospital, even dying from ecto-acne.  He knew.  He knew.  

And his knowledge was vindicated the first time he stepped through a portal.  

.

Danny grew up hearing stories about ghosts, even if he didn’t believe in them.  Stories about how evil they were, generally, but also about what the Ghost Zone was supposed to be like.  Vast voids.  Glowing ectoplasm.  Islands of stability.  

It shaped him.  But it wasn’t the only thing that did that.  

(He remembered, distantly, Grandpa Fenton saying that he was going on one, last, long journey…)

He stood in front of the empty porta, smiling.  “You’re right.  Who knows what kind of awesome, super-cool things exist on the other side of that portal?”

Danny didn’t know.  But he imagined.  He imagined a journey of a lifetime, of a death, of an eternity.  

The light that killed him and saved him was green, but it was followed by diamond-studded black.  

His first journey into the Ghost Zone showed him a world of wonder.  Eternal night stretched as far as the eye could see, strewn with luminescent islands - each a wandering star, populated by strange trees, strange fruits, strange beings, strange technology, all glowing in the dark.  

.

For Sam, the Ghost Zone was a vast wilderness full of extinct and endangered creatures.  All those things Sam cared so much about saving.  All the things humanity had failed to save.  All the things humanity had driven into the dark.  

Not only a wilderness - a hungry, grasping wilderness.  Beautiful, but deadly and eager to take.  

It was about her activism.  Her passions.  Her understanding of killing.  

(It was really about Danny.)

(About losing him.)

(About dooming him.)

(About killing him.)

(Making him a member of a not-quite-species with only three members.)

But she could find her place here, too.  She knew.  The jungles, the deserts, the mountains, the tundra.  The creeping vines, the snarling beasts, the towering trees.  There was a place here for her.

.

The Ghost Zone was dead, and to Tucker Foley dead meant two things.  Broken tech and hospitals.  

His version of the Ghost Zone had both.  Great landfills and huge, almost industrial buildings that seemed to ooze illness and injury in an apocalyptic landscape.  There was rust and gray in the sky, streaked with mossy, algae-like green.  Verdigris.  Even gold oxidized and crumbled.  

The thing was, junk could be repurposed.  Broken things could be fixed, or scavenged for parts.  Brought back to life, as it were.  

He just had to avoid the hospitals, and everything would be fine.  

.

First and foremost, Jazz’s view of the Ghost Zone and ghosts in general was colored by the general concept of ‘her brother, the superhero.’

This was the world beyond the portal for her.  One where death wasn't, and she still didn't have to see.

.

Valerie hated the Ghost World and everything in it.  It was a bottomless pit that did nothing but take and take and take.  

… It did seem a little different, though, after the first time she'd actually worked with Phantom.  There seemed to be other changes after her second suit.  The whole place just felt more inviting.  

But surely that was all in her head. 

.

And Jack and Maddie?  Well.  They already knew everything there was to know about ghosts… and they knew they weren’t ‘souls of the dead’ or any such nonsense.  They were simply monsters from another dimension!  One made of ectoplasm and energy!  A green world!  An exciting world!

A hostile world.  

One that would do anything it could to lie to them, to trick them, to kill them.  Just like the ghosts that inhabited it.  

That's why they needed the Specter Speeder and all their other protective gear.  

That's why they needed protective gear, unlike, say, Sam, who could walk through her wilderness unharmed, so long as she kept an eye out for prehistoric megafauna, or Tucker, who'd had to get his tetanus shot renewed after a nasty fall into a junk pile that first week.  The Ghost Zone would destroy them, just like they tried to destroy it.  

That was just what death was like, after all.  

[jassygay]

Darker’s redesign

for the people who thinks that Darker has no hair but true in his monster form he had no hair it just staved off💀💀💀💀💀 JK I mean yes but kinda but his human form he had hair like the other monsters that had hair except him but Blacker he also had no hair as a monster as a human he does (Darker and Blacker are not brothers they are enemies Memory and Darker are brothers)

Things you had to know about Darker:

Ability: Claws, strength, speed(He not that fast Jassy is faster than him) cannibalism(He can also eat his own kind sometimes)

Rank lvl: Mega(Means giant)

Weakness: anything that his wet (His skin is dry cuz it had to be if he touches something that is wet like water his skin will melt cuz it cover in ashes) and also sunlight

Enemies: Jassy(most rival) Blacker(also most rival) Memory(sometimes cuz they are siblings and hate each other) Lullaby(because he dated his brother and annoyed Darker) Humans, Noah, Viger, Kyle(cuz he wanted her ded and she got killed by Aglia so yea rest in peace Kyle😞) Realistic Man(Most rival) Blood(Most And MOST rival) Bubble gun, Mila, other new ocs

Friends: Insane, Aglia, Heat, Wet(Darker had to avoid himself cuz he can be melted) Ryana, Flames, Blackface, Jasper, Bennett, Shadow, Hell, Horror, Girl, Boy, Eerie Soul, Pride, Color, Hate, Cupid/Love, Brandon, Rocky, William, Mark, Leon, Purple Shadow Leader, Skinwalkers, Jonah(The Skinwalkers son) Void, Tech, Deaf, Blind, Mute, Webs, Zombi, El Hombre Muerto, Unna, Nature, Lura, Eunha, Brayon, Gore, Zach, Drake, The pumpkin king, White, See, The gender children, the pride children, Glitch, Gator Gray, Memory(sometimes) Tear, Vlad, Hunger, Mr. Games, Hide and Seek, and Rosie

Nationality: Canadian

Species: Windigo

Personality: Scary and gory

Likes: cannibalism, eats humans, fighting his brother, war, fights humans cuz the humans win the war in years ago and wanting revenge

Dislikes: Jassy(cuz she cannot die) being melted, getting wet, sunlight, being scared, people he hates, his brother(sometimes)

Sexuality: Gay men

that it he is one of my oldest ocs cuz Idk what year I created him

[juria9090]

Phantasy Phest 2022 Day 4

Fantasy Crossover

Fandom(s) : Danny Phantom xover Tangled The Series

I love Tangled The Series guys but let's be honest here its too rush and needs more plot devices and improvements. And i am still salty with how Varian is treated.

I am making this more magical vs science i guess??? Danny end up in tangled universe but he can't go back home. You see here, i am making this more angst™.

Remember The Ultimate Enemy and its deleted timeline? Remember the ghost half of Danny killing the human half and Dan being souped into the thermos. I say that Dan's timeline have been erased from existence but one being from that timeline is still there. No, not Vlad human half. Its Danny human half who is supposed to be dead.

Danny's human half live in the dead timeline which looks like a void for who knows how long basically waiting to be reunited with his other half and be whole again. Vlad human half cease from existence and he was puzzled why he did not died like Vlad's human half. All he know that no one can see him and other things can't even see or know he existed. He is just there. Watching.

We will be calling him Niel. Niel was devastated by what happened after he was separated from the other half. He was angry and himself and blame himself for abandoning and rejecting the other half. He want to make it up with his other half but he can't. He can't even touch Dan or anyone. He can't even interact with others even ghosts. So he watch and watch as the time goes by. He cries and cries until he can't no more but the tears never stopped. He can't even eat anything and he is hungry. He can't do anything. He can't even absorbed ectoplasm or emotions. NOTHING.

He just basically existed there. The timeline is dead and he did not know where Dan is. All he know is that Dan is nowhere in his timeline and that the past Danny have disappeared from the timeline. Now he is there in the void waiting for a reunion that he hoped would happened. He knows he will be reunited with Dan someday. (He won't)

Somehow, he finds a way to escape from the void, he managed to create a portal out from the void and was overjoyed. He leap out from the portal but collapse soon after he came out from it. The portal have seeped all of his energy and his heart hurt. (Its his core)

He soon fainted. He fainted in a forest and you know where is it? Its near the Dark Kingdom. Yeah i am making a Tangled The Series AU too. (Sorry folks, no moon Varian here.) He was found by a knight and brought to his home. The knight nursed him back to health with his wife.

Both married couple are very worried for the child that the knight found. The child is thin and malnourished. His skin is far too pale and his breathing is too slow. He is cold to the touch and they are afraid he might die if they take their eyes off from him even for a second. The boy was unconscious for a whole week and basically in a coma. They can see various marks or scars all over his body and its more worrying about the large scars on his abdomen. It looks like the boy got himself ripped by a large beast.

Niel wakes up after a week and his memory is fuzzy. The only thing he said to them is that he is searching for someone and long to be reunited with him. Then he stopped talking to them. Its like his voice was stolen away after he spoke to them for the first time because the boy did try to talk to them but the voice is no longer there. He can make noises but he is basically mute.

Niel communicate with them through touches and sounds. He looks like a ghost sometimes too. There are eyebags under his eyes and they know that he is an orphan because he said his family and friends died in an explosion. They let him stayed with them. The Knight introduce ias Quirin and the wife is known as Ulla ( idk if i want to add vatk). Niel stayed with them for over two months and both of them are very protective of him because they know to many wrongs things have happened to the child.

Niel have health problems. His chest sometimes hurts and some other days he can't breathe normally and hurts too. His heart basically give him cardiac arrest. He is a sickly child and the couple doted on him very much. They notice weird things too like even though he looks fragile, he can lift heavy things that are far heavier than his body like 10 times his size and weight. They sometimes found him stargazing in the middle of the night with his eyes glowing green. Sometimes black and like the sky full of stars. They does their best to help him and Niel got better. The couple soon is expecting a child and Niel is overjoyed. He is going to be a big brother!

Niel's health improve but not greatly. He needs a long time to improve his health overall. He is the one who run ragged to prepare for the arrival of the baby. He knows about science like Ulla but he know how to fight like Quirin. He can pass off as their child if someone take a look at them. When the baby arrive, Niel is the most happiest person ever. He cried when he held his baby brother varian. Varian have white hair and green eyes actually. A poor child with sickly health. Niel loves him so much. Varian looks like his ither half. Niel did not have the solution and power to go back and find his other half so he settled himself with taking care of varian.

The Dark Kingdom villagers love Niel a lot. He is helpful and loveable. Sometimes creepy but he is still that affectionate child who loves his brother dearly. One day they have to leave because the Dark Kingdom is becoming more unhabitable place. Niel knows what happened to the kingdom and have caught up with the history of the moonstone incident. They need to leave the place quickly.

Quirin and his family arrived and settled in Corona. Quirin is friend with the king and have been visiting the man for a quite while. Niel knows about this because the man will inform them when he will be leaving to visit a king from Corona. Quirin never tells Niel about the Sundrop though. Danny knows what happened to Prince of the Dark Kingdom and the Princess of Corona. He had heard of their tales and was worried for his baby brother. Danny never leaves Varian away from his sight.

When they travel to Corona, something happened to Varian, the baby was getting his first haircut and suddenly his hair turn into black and only a blue streak remain. The eyes turn to blue. Now Niel and Varian matches. Niel did developed a white streak in his hair before Varian arrive into the world. They panic at first but there are no signs of varian being in pain or his health worsening. Quirin and his wife jokes that Varian loves him so much that he changed himself to match with his big brother.

They settled in Old Corona for a while and Quiring got elected as the head of the Old Corona. They got a freaking castle to live in. Niel is an apothecary owner and a good one at that. The Old Corona people known him as the freaky child of Quirin and Ulla because we know Corona people do not like weirdness. Niel is 16 years old. He was 17 years old when he got the apothecary. He do not looked older than 18 at all. They say he is a witch. His medicine are far from greater than the one doctor at the castle the royalty couple lives in.

Niel likes to build things and will sometimes help Ulla. He likes to help Quirin sometimes too. Most of the times he spend his day inside his apothecary researching and making medicine. He got caught up with the rumours about the black rock and its connection to the sundrop and moonstone. He was secretly researching of them. One day Ulla leaves them to go out travelling with he partner Donella looking for the Eternal Library. Donella comes back and told them that Ulla is dead. It broke their heart. Varian was 3 years old when he lost his mother.

Niel become more closed off. People of Corona spread rumours about him. Many of it were dark and some ruin his image. People are afraid to approach him directly. The only came to the apothecary and quickly get their things before bolting out. Niel knows they are afraid of him. Quirin was saddened with how Corona treated his eldest son. (He can't blame them though)

Quirin banned Niel from doing anything that is related to science after they find out about Ulla'e death. He distances himself from both of his sons and mourned. Niel is left to take care of Varian himself while giving Quirin some times to mourn for his wife. Niel hated being called Niel and long to be called Danny once more but without his other half he can't be Danny. (He never can be Danny)

He told Varian he missed being called Danny. Varian called him Danny and it makes Niel smile. Niel requested Varian to call him Danny in private though.

Varian here is place as the 'Danny' in this family dynamic. He is constantly compared to Niel by Quirin. Niel is the 'jazz' in this family. Quirin did not meant it (He meant it sometimes). He sometimes wished that Varian is more liked Niel and it pissed Niel off. Niel and Quirin's relationship begin to deteriorate and they fight sometimes. Niel always makes sure that Varian is away from their fight.

Niel is the one to teach Varian about science and alchemy. He basically raised Varian and more involved in it. He is the support system that Varian needs. When Varian is was 5, Niel is 23 years old. Varian lost his big brother when he was 5 years old.

The villagers of Corona caught Niel doing something freaky. That day Niel find out he have some powers even if a bit (he is not stronger than his other half). He test it in the forest (he thought it was safe. It isn't). He tried to fly and tried his ecto blasts. The villagers caught up and confirm their suspicion of him being a witch. The most bravest person caught him and tied him to an apple tree on the hill. Varian saw this happened and quickly alert his father. By the time Quirin arrived, Niel was burn alive by the villagers (They were chanting Burn the witch non stop).

Varian saw his brother being burn alive and heard his screams and howl. All of them heard the echoing screams of pain. The haunting howl. The temperature dropped byt the flame is still burning bright and unforgiving. Quirin was held back and found himself screaming for his son. His eldest. He still have not fix their fragile relationship. He still have not apologize to his son yet. He needs time. The boy can't die.

Varian was screaming and his eyes locked into the burning form of his brother. His brother is melting and he feels as if he can't breathe (The image forever burn into his mind). Niel suddenly disappeared with the flame flickering. His body disintegrated into something like stardust.

By the time Varian wakes up from fainting at the hill, he did not remember anything about his brother. Quiring was left feeling deep guilty about his son's death. Varian developed the fear of blood after that. Quirin knows because Varian must have seen blood running down Niel's body and face while being burn alive.

Tbc..

[briarlovesu]

Endless

Pompous Pep Week Drabbles Day 1: Space/Monster Tags: Vlad/Danny, angst, isolation, trapped, immortality, memory loss AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39494817 Summary: Two beings break a silence

“You know I always wanted to go to space.”

The presence next to him looked up from the hands that were being held, “Hm? Oh yes I remember.”

With a few adjustments, the former hero sat himself into the familiar lap. Every movement had to be calculated. Had to be measured. His tail curled around the silent figure. It had been a very long time since either had talked or moved. Some days it was easier to stay still and quiet. Every so often one would want to break the neverending void. Each conversation was savored.

“So many possibilities. It’s why I liked it. I think. Anything could be out there. Everything could be new. Exciting.”

“Endless. Dark. Cold…..Lonely.”

“Yeah but, it could all be new too.”

“Different would be nice.” 

A chin rested softly on his head and his tail was gently stroked. Soft touch felt wonderful, if the universe was kind, he would never get tired of it.

“I wanted to float too but I ended up doing that.”

“You did,” the chest rumbled with a chuckle. 

"Do you think we're in space now?"

"If we were, a small crack would explode us."

As if in instinct, both touched the cool metal surrounding them. Palms spread open, both cracked, much too sharp, and misshapen. One laid over the other.

"Would we survive?"

"There's no telling."

"I would like either way."

The past hero pulled the other's hand back to him and played with what was left of the glove.

"So I liked space. And you liked the football thing."

"The ones with the green and gold and the cheese."

A snort, "I still think you're making the cheese up."

"And I refuse to believe half the things you remember."

More quiet, broken by a low song once sung by a mother. One of the claws traced the bright 'D' still undamaged on his chest.

"Did you remember a name?"

"No, you?"

The quiet stole a lot from them. No answer was answer enough

"Do you want to try again?" They both knew what he meant. It was always exhausting to try. "I think it creaked last time."

"Not today."

Somewhere a thermos is forgotten, buried by rubble and time.

[pocketramblr]

I might have been confusing in my last ask, because it turned into a dump, so imma resend with just the prompt: Whump 31 with 1A, 1B & their teacher-parents. Since Apollo struck me with the not-very-softball of dumping a whole plot thing when I'm tired and I don't have my computer. And my ADHD brain goes "neat" and puts it on a shelf to gain dust that will disrupt my allergies later.

No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Izuku sank into Nana's arms, the hug warm and wonderful.

"You did good, kid. Now, enough laying around. Time to wake up."

The other vestiges nodded around him, said things, ruffled his hair as he faded out of the void and back into his body.

He blinked at the rush of sound- whispering voices, machine beeping, quick steps all around.

He was in a large room, probably somewhere in UA, rows of hospital beds around.

Next to his, Monoma was passed out, Vlad King and Aizawa-sensei talking quietly next to him.

Across, he saw Iida and his brother and Manual, Awase and Ojiro leaning over Kendou's bed to show her something on a phone. Ibara and a woman who must be her mother were following Todoroki's brother, handing out water bottles.

He turned to his other side and saw All Might, smiling at him, hand on his arm.

"I know my master told you it was time to wake up, but you can rest now, son."

Izuku nodded. "I will. How is everyone else?"

"Fine. Just fine now."

"Good." He settled back, curling into the touch and letting All Might pull a blanket higher over him. "Thank you."

"No, my boy, thank you."

[kokomi-ask-blog]

About My Characters (updated)

Some background to my characters. This is extremely boiled down and in no way their full story.

Lyra: Was an orphan who was pulled into the Adeptas Sororitas. She doesn't follow every last piece of information pounded into her head causing her to be a little more down to Earth and friendly. She is devoted to the Emperor but also (internally) asks a lot of questions. Some things don't add up or make sense to her but she's not one to question anything directly or go against the imperium just because she doesn't believe everything she hears. She's a motherly figure who often takes care of other children when needed because she had a little sister back when they were orphans who died of a terrible illness. She also sings or hums lullabies to children and rarely does anyone else hear her sing them in her native language which is similar to Gaelic. (So if I ever write in another language, it would be Gaelic.)

Reid: Also a simple background. Stereotypical Krieg. A kriegsmen soldier of the 83rd who was saved and protected by Lyra during a heated battle. Kinda grumpy because Lyra said he's not allowed to die yet (lol) because the emperor still needed his service. He was (mildly) touched by the emperor for a greater plan involving Reid and Lyra. He's very stoic and doesn't understand what emotions are and how they work. Lyra breaks that wall down. He sees her love as the closest thing he'll get to the emperor's forgiveness and accepts it.

Boris: The ogryn of the group who is (freakishly) friendly to anyone else who is actually kind to him and his team. He's always eager to help out and is smarter than the normal ogryn. He has an augmentation Lyra had special ordered so that way he could understand more complex orders and have a better grasp on a variety of things. Lyra teaches him to read and write. Reid helps him with his clothes. Viktor gets him to shower often. He also has a white rabbit named Vlad.

Viktor: He's very silent, very grumpy, and very quick to push people away. He was horribly abused by a group of guardsmen at a young age, carved up for their amusement. He also fell in love with another psyker, a man named Kalin. They kept their love a secret from others for 10 years. During an assignment, Kalin ran off and Viktor left his team in jeopardy nearly causing the team's death to chase after him only to find out he went awol and had to kill him. To his surprise, he wasn't killed for treason or anything like that. He was put in the Administratum to do dull work and watch over other psykers on the void ship until Lyra pulled some strings and had him placed on her team. Under her watchful eye, he was given a second chance. In addition, he likes both men and women but prefers men. He gets called a slur a lot by the Explicator of the ship he resides on named Renley, who was the man on his team who was almost killed when Viktor ran off to save Kalin. He carries an old trinket of Kalin's and is often lost in thought.

[knowlessman]

bonko no honko I ran out of good jokes a long time agodemia (bnha)(if I ever had any) s3e1-3

(I forgot about the prequel minisodes but I'm already here, maybe I'll watch them later idk)

ooh this OP's got a pi-aner in it. I dig it. some of the opening bits sort of reminded me of homest - why is bakugo swole wtaf

(void teleport business slenderfrend watching all might on tv) patrick star: I hate this channel -- why IS slendervoid so fucking dapper tho

"worst character? worst-character-in-training?"

…"Vlad" has orc fangs instead of vamp fangs : \ huh

there's that "be a fuck[bleep]ng superstar" thing again. it's so jarring every time -- (going down the list of all of Class A's quirks) …like, yes, we do know all these things already, and it is recycled footage, but I'm not finding that I mind it -- I knew they weren't gonna do the same for Class B's but. I mean. idk

"you said you were gonna use the pool for endurance training, right?" already hovering finger over the right arrow key -- breaking news: anime school has girl's swimsuits that are actual clothes. granted, figures it'd only be for a joke

guy with literal jet engines in his legs: hey, who wants to do a race? -- oh come on, none of you are even touching the water -- iida you fuck 'XD I thought you were the rules guy

(flashback) the bit where deku says "you haven't put a single scratch on me yet" when all of his fingers are broken and todoroki is at full health is still fucking hilarious tbh -- (still flashbacks) "I am the younger brother of a hero you attacked" also still reminds me of that "do you have ANY IDEA how little that narrows it down" meme -- yes, yes, you're all protagonists, this is a recap episode huh

"don't hold back on me, half n half!" "okay" freezes bakugo and deku and wins easily -- (eraserhead butts in) hehehehehehehe -- ("pool's closed, go home") aw dammit, I wanted him to make them do the last race legit 'XD

…has this show been doing these Marvel-ass after-credits scenes this whole time? …well, hopefully it doesn't mean I've been missing any needed context when I didn't watch the credits all the way through

"what, Class A is taking extra classes? did you fail? did you fail?" oh shut up Ditto, I gave up liking you ages ago

who is this Charlie-Brown-side-character looking mfer, what's their deal 'XD

uh…… huh. well, the Jellicles have arrived.

who's the grumpy kid who looks like he wandered in from Bleach. …or Digimon. idfk. he their manager? is he hiding cat ears under that hat?

(wonders something, checks the dub) aw, I can't even comment on what they translated God Explosion Murder (you know, that guy who got kidnapped by the slime monster)'s catchphrase to in English because if I type it here FB will ban me : [ (also I'm too lazy to change these much before posting em to tumblr regardless of what order I do em in)

am here for action banjo I guess

kaminari that thing is literally made of dirt, it couldn't be any more obviously Ground-type wtf

…o-kay. mineta gets a new friend in superhell tier I guess

wheeeeeze 'XD what the fuck, I can't - what - why? fuckin' brat just punched mr nice guy in the balls -- guy whose sole defining trait is bullying deku: "heh, he reminds me of me"

"hey kota, can you bring those vegetables? they have a sticker on them that says Vegetables in English, but don't look at it too closely, you'll get a headache" what did the artist(s?) think we were gonna think was in that box anyway?

ugh, not hot springs, we just did this gag

deku looks pretty darn normal when his head isn't on an anatomy figure : |

yooo, class b's here too, hellyeah

(going through how everybody is trying to level up their powers) all choji and hagukure have to do is hide and seek, huh. all this support tech and all and they still haven't invented anything hagukure can, idk, wear or use that's as invisible as she is or that can become invisible?

swolecat might be okay

secret hideout? isn't that just the cave where they had tokoyami doing his crona-ragnarok training? -- (camera pans to show a hole in the cliff) is kota a cognate for kyle? also is that meme still funny? idk

literally a cenobite. who let clive barker into the writing room, this is a family show. …that occasionally says "fuck" in the background.

dancing boy is waiting for a full party

why does it not surprise me that bakugo's apparently good at cutlery. he probably says "die" in his head as he chops

("bravery test" game thingy) …yeah no I'd better not even try to understand this one, I still haven't gotten around to googling what a cavalry battle is -- "revelry in the dark" kthx sasuke allen poe or wever

'XD they passed up the opportunity to pair bakugo with deku and decided to stick him with half n half instead

is it zombies again. or midnight. -- oh, it's dancing boy making a move. hm.

no after-credits scene this time, only spoilers. maybe it's only for first and last episodes of a season, who knows.

got stuff tomorrow. …I think. stoppin here for now.

[itwill-comeback]

The Pravus is kinda like an old TV in a cold room? You touch the TV, it's warm, static all over the screen, but the room it's in is frigid.

Basically, when meeting him people often get distracted by the initial chill and tend to miss what he's trying to present on-screen.

[radiance1]

Cha know that space whale au that was made because of @puppetmaster13u calling Danny a space whale in a tag on a post they made?

Yea so I'm thinking of that again.

Now, hear me out. Instead of there being an active alien invasion happening when they arrived, they're faced with a completely calm looking Earth that looks about the same as Danny remembers.

Not that Vlad would remember, considering his time spent in the void where he forgot basically everything.

Of course, this giant whale does NOT go unnoticed by the people living on Earth and especially the Justice League.

They manage to make their ways onto Earth without being stopped by the Justice League, however. Suddenly, there was a giant whale that could clearly be seen from space with the human eye, and just as suddenly there was absolutely nothing there anymore.

Of course, it caused widespread panic, calls to the government for them to do something about this and especially multiple people asking the Justice League to explain whatever the hell that was.

Was it a new enemy? Another insanely powerful being hellbent on taking over the Earth? Maybe a scout?

Nobody knows anything, and that makes it worse. The Justice League are currently looking around for information, spearheaded by a highly paranoid Batman.

And I do like @bet-on-me-13's take that they lived in Atlantis before it sunk!

So imagine this, Danny and Vlad turn into their human forms (Which probably don't have human legs since they can't remember how to use those) and they try to find their old home. Danny? Is suuuuper excited about this, because he hasn't been home for a really long time and he knows that he's missed so much!

Even Vlad finds himself curious, his memories and (most of) his emotions eroded away by the void. But Danny says that this was his home before he became touched by the void, he's heard stories of what he used to be and that he greatly loved a certain team so he's a bit curious.

So, ancient space whale and void touched being goes towards where space whale believes- knows their home should have been.

Only to find nothing but water.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte’s 4th Birthday Story Event: Before the Clock Strikes Midnight

REEEEEEEE Ik it was a long time ago but life has been a [redacted], so I figured better late than never HAHA

So without further ado, anybody who’s curious feel free to click for more--I’ll put it under a cut for spoilers as per usual~

So in this story it’s the usual, a few days before his birthday, and they’re discussing a bump in the road. Essentially, it appears a friend of Comte’s is going to be celebrating a wedding, and as such he’s going into the suburbs/affluent part of the region to be able to attend. It’s only a few hours away from the mansion, but he will be gone for a few days with the arrangements made for his stay. 

While this wouldn’t typically be an issue, MC has some things to take care of and opts out of attending with him (preparing for his bday probably LMAO) and Comte is immediately big sad. My favorite dramatic fool is already pouting, though he fully accepts and respects her decision. Besides which, he fully intends to be back in time to celebrate his birthday as well. He notes that he’s always admired how driven and independent she is, and has no intention of getting in the way of that. He’s just going to miss her, is all.

He says as much, figuring there’s no point in hiding it: “I really wanted to bring you with me to attend…but I suppose it simply can’t be helped” … “That’s not it…I guess I’m just wondering if you’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss you while I’m away.” 

And MC’s just like “Aw, it’s okay it’ll only be a few days.” While Comte’s response is a very mature, high-pitched whining sound at a frequency only King (Theo’s dog) and Theo himself can hear. When MC tries to reassure him once more, his Hamlet impression continues: “Even the prospect of a few days away from you feels unbearable.” 

Naturally, as any man do that loves his wife, he draws her close and proceeds to bang the living daylights out of her. I would offer details, but I have no deets to give beyond: [Well MC, it appears I won’t be letting you get much sleep tonight.] 

Brief intermission for the vague sounds of fangirl cardiac arrest. 

The scene opens again to him doing his walk of shame (the slut) down the walkway and into the carriage that will take him to his friend’s house. His thoughts carry the regret of burdening her with his desire, though MC is pretty much on cloud nine and unable to stop thinking about the heady night they shared in a good way. Bruh and the sly look when he figures out why she looks like that--I’m boutta call the police, he is going to make women and men alike act up. 

MC scrambles to cool his already returning desire by insisting he will be late if he indulges any further, and he laughs and agrees easily–albeit with the slightest hint of reluctance. My favorite part in this exchange is that he kisses her forehead, adding that it’s because she’s the most adorable person in the world to him (a moment of silence for our uwus). 

Fast forward to Comte trying to get home after the festivities are over. Problem is, it’s been raining like a mOTHERBLEEPER, and as such carriages have no safe way to traverse the roads at the moment. He waited out the first day as patiently as possible, but after the second–and no sign of stopping–his Leeroy Jenkins instincts kick in. He notes to the coachman that he’s aware he’s asking a lot, but they fully intend to take the long way which invites the least risk–and the rain is ebbing, even if the progress is slow. 

It’s interesting because there’s another echo of his main story in this moment. He essentially showcases a desperation to return before the day ends, though without context it’ll probably seem a little strange, so I’ll do my best to explain. Basically, in his main story, MC notes that she doesn’t really care how different they are. Different time, different species, different experiences, so on and so forth. She hammers home that what matters is that the present is something that they actively share. It’s theirs. And no amount of divisions he desperately tries to draw will change that fundamental reality. 

And it’s a little moving to see how deeply he takes it to heart? I think it’s one of those wonderful phenomena, personally–the way a person can influence how you think and act with their sentiments. Sometimes someone says precisely what it is we need to hear, and it changes us–while it can be for the worse, it can also be for the better. He notes that he spent so many birthdays; among the people serving his house when he was little, raising hell with his friends in his younger days, so on and so forth. Not unlike Leonardo, he says that after so many “special” days the faces become a blur, the festivities lose their luster. It’s just another day, at this point. 

Note, one interesting thing here that stands out to me is that I feel like this is a reflection of both of their larger struggles. Where Comte can’t stand the relentless flow of time rendering him the only constant (and something of a ghost, never fully present), Leonardo can’t bear birthdays because it means remembering people who still mean the world to him, but are long gone. People he can never see again, never laugh with again, never share his life with again. And I think that’s a very profound pain, an anguish that just keeps on settling its weight. (Oh, Sisyphus…)

Comte’s is similar, but different. He actively works to keep his distance-- unlike Leonardo, he approaches immortality in the pragmatic way. He knows getting close will hurt, so he opts out of that–keeps a step behind, an easy smile on his face. Betrays only fragments to anyone, always has his guard up. But the downside of being so guarded means you eventually feel hollowed out and alone; nobody truly knows or understands you. There is a distinct loneliness in that approach, where memories only become reminders of how nothing ever improves and how bereft you are of warmth. 

Leonardo, at least, gets to have the joy of being known from time to time. But loss and estrangement from those people means double the pain in the long run, because he loved them fully. Comte chooses to live in the cold to protect himself, but ends up in a kind of catch-22; the cost of forgoing loss means a constant deadening of his own feelings. It means living in a kind of fog, where there is a distinct discomfort in the silent obscurity of your own heart. 

There’s something I’ve come to believe in my short course of living, so I guess I still need time to determine how true it is. But…I feel like, when people live this way, where who they are is a lie or it’s at the very least carefully concealed, we in part start to become that lie. I think it’s fascinating because Comte seems to have so much personality to him. He’s dramatic, he’s thoughtful, he has a sense of mischief about him, he has strong ideals, and he has an even more ironclad moral grounding. And yet, when he talks about himself, he always uses descriptions that hinge on emptiness. Like he’s worth so little, worth nothing. And that’s what I mean–he’s been trying so hard to glide on the surface that he has come to believe he really is equivalent to something that ephemeral. Like there’s nothing more inside him, or if there is, that it will never be worthy of much. I think it really speaks to the ways behavior impacts the psyche, even though the opposite tends to be considered the only possible cause and effect relationship. 

He’s so determined to live for and in the future while he’s in the present, that he forgets to enjoy himself and really live. And while that approach is certainly understandable, I do think he loses parts of himself along the way. Only to be rediscovered and placed back into his hands by MC: [Today–this moment–our now, I don’t want to miss it for anything.] And that's not even touching on how quick she is to make them a we; she's not letting him keep that distance. It’s not “you have the ability to share this day with me” it’s “we’re here and in this together.”

I feel like what I love about this is that it’s not only about how sweet he is on MC, but also about how much he’s truly living again for the first time. His defenses are slowly inching their way down, he’s letting himself hope and want things and look forward to things again. The thing about being a responsible person is that–while responsibility is all well and good–sometimes you become so mired in doing the right thing and planning the most optimal outcomes that you just aren’t thinking of yourself anymore. That is, if you ever were to begin with. He went from the careful cultivation of a life as an aristocrat, to a life that spoke of more freedom and fun beyond those iron wrought gates, before he returned to the structure of what he knew. Freedom speaks to him I’m sure–we all need it in some measure to survive. But I do think a good portion of that was unfulfilling for him after a point. It was only feeding the void that was beginning to form inside him. He was instinctively retreating into himself to avoid pain, and in doing that the only result was feeling like a coward and a fake. He wasn’t happy, he wasn’t able to be himself, and nothing was fulfilling–every single day just another forward march. 

I think it comes as no surprise he took up Vlad’s initial invitation so willingly. 

But then I digress, back to the story. There’s another timeskip and it finds him racing down the hall of the mansion. He’s hoping to make it in time but knows he’s racing against the clock, and fully expects MC to be asleep by this point in the night. Midway along his path he thinks he spots MC and falters in his step, blinking. He decides to hang back, watching the figure enter his room with a great deal of curiosity and resists every urge to burst in after her. He hears MC speak into his pillow, her voice muffled but clearly despondent: “I miss you, Comte. I hope you get back home soon…” 

Comte pretty much dies right there. I literally have no better explanation for it. He freezes, his heart sputters and stops. He’s just completely taken aback. 

And then, naturally, he goes about feral with desire as is his modus operandi: “Oho, I heard something incredibly cute just now. Were you also having a hard time spending so long apart?”

MC: “…!”

[Startled, she turns around and her eyes widen and widen.]

MC: “Comte, how...”

Comte: “Took a detour in areas with less rain.”

MC: “?? Wouldn’t that still be hard in weather like this?”

Comte: “I told the coachman I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Even if it was only for a second, I wanted to spend today with you…”

[Everything I was thinking while in the carriage spills out of me long before I can help it. I am reminded again of just how utterly irreplaceable an existence MC is in my life.]

Comte: “Even so, it seems interesting that I would find you in my bed”

MC: “...! A--Ah, I’m so sorry for entering without permission!”

[I quickly grab hold of her before she can scramble out of my bed, coaxing her to sink back into the sheets.]

In between a lot of intense making out and [redacted], the larger overtone is that her reciprocated ardor just destroys him inside:

MC: “It was...because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about wanting to see you…”

Comte: “!”

[You know just how to drive me mad with desire.]

Comte: “I’m the same...the first thing I did was look for you. Even though it was only a few days, your voice, your body, everything...I missed you”

[Because today, our ‘now’--I never want to lose a single moment with you as long as you’re by my side...]

Comte: “I’m so happy to be able to be with you, right here and right now.”

It gets funny too because Comte is trying to take it slow, but when she tells him “Happy birthday” and goes on to say she was so glad to greet the day he was brought into the world by his side, he just loses all control LMFAO. It ends with them getting more heated and [redacted], to the point where he doesn’t even hear the clock strike midnight. 

And if him being the cutest and sexiest romantic wasn’t obvious enough, he spends the next morning just sighing blissfully with her in his arms:

[The next morning, when I wake up, MC is still fast asleep. I mean, given she only fell asleep a few hours ago. I’m still reveling in the afterglow of a sweet night filled with her cries, the way she looked at me and held me. MC...]

[I relax to the sound of her breathing steady with sleep, stroking gently at her hair as I hug her from behind.]

Comte: “I’ve had countless birthdays. In an endless life, I was convinced it was just a day that would come and go every time.”

Comte: “It was only after meeting you that I could understand there was no such thing as an overlapping or identical moment. I don’t want to miss a single second by your side...that’s what I think now.”

[I admit the truth of my heart, brushing a kiss against her cheek. Over and over and over again, showering her in my affection--]

But dun dun dun!!! MC was awake the whole time, so when she fidgets a little at how ticklish his kisses are, he 👁

[Oh, I see. Well then, two can play at that game...]

Comte: “Your punishment is to stay in my arms just as we are...how’s that?”

He gets his mischievous (and hilarious) revenge for being revealed (HORNY TIME), though it’s so suffused with love it’s hard to call it revenge hahaha. She reminds him to go easy on her because they have his birthday party to attend later, and he agrees~

Honestly after such killer hurt/comfort spice fluff, I can only tremble at the thought of what his 5th year bday story will be

It’s either going to be Some Angst^TM or even more killer fluff, and either way that means my days are numbered

[ghosttrolls]

Writing prompt:

"please, I don't want to fight!"

From the DP Phantom reverse evil trio AU, if you've heard of it?

(if not, I recommend searching for it in @13thdoodle 's tags, I think you might enjoy the aesthetic!)

Thanks, anon! I took some time to research the AU before writing, so it took a hot minute, but here it is! Enjoy!

Edit: I read the message back and it seems I entirely forgot the prompt. I did start with it but the whole thing just changed so much... sorry. I can make a part 2 later that actually has the "please, I don't want to fight!" I just got so carried away!

Corruption never felt so good. Danny sometimes admitted to himself that he’d never felt like there was a pivotal moment where he felt himself change - aside from when he got his powers, of course. But he felt like, the way that things had turned out, there was only ever one way he could be. The boy who tried to do good, and failed so many times - it just was never really him, after all. It was better this way. He was meant to be.

It was morning. Danny stood in his room, the sun shining through his window, and stretched: arms out high, then to the side. “I think I’ll skip school again today!” he said out loud to himself, so very cheery. He put on his clothes - a white button up shirt, a vest he embroidered himself, black slacks - and nearly skipped out of his room. Another fantastic start to an amazing day.

He hopped down the stairs, pulling up his phone to call Sam. When she picked up, he said “Hey! What do you want to do today?” He pinned the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he stooped to put his shoes on.

“I’m not sure,” said Sam on the other side of the line. “Let’s get breakfast and think about it. Tucker’s pretty impatient, but he won’t say what for. Maybe he has an idea.” Tucker loved tech, and he used to be a pretty decent hacker - but his powers, when he got them, made it difficult if not impossible to get a cell phone to work. So Sam and Danny would meet up with him to talk.

“Okay!” said Danny. “Gotta check downstairs, first. I’ll meet you soon.”

“Of course,” said Sam, a sombre tone in her voice. He knew she didn’t really like what he’d done. But they’d chosen this path, and she understood the danger his parents offered them as well as he did. Danny hung up.

Danny straightened upright from wrestling with his left shoe. He walked through his kitchen, which led to the front door. But instead of heading outside, he went into the family lab, down in the basement, through a closet door. His parents had always had this obsession with ghosts. For so long, he didn’t believe they were real. Until his parents made a working portal to the ghost zone.

Danny stepped downstairs, carefully, listening around the creak of the wooden steps. If there was any movement, a single sound, he’d have to use his powers, which he didn’t really like doing so early in the morning. Especially when he wasn’t showing off. He fit a hand in his vest’s pocket, which had the pattern of a blood blossom on it. The anti-ghost flower. He gripped the seed inside for security.

His foot hit the flat concrete floor, and he checked on his flowers. Still good, still healthy. They needed a bit of water, though. He turned to get the watering can from the other side of the lab. “You know,” he said as he did his work, “it didn’t have to be this way for you. We could have stayed a happy family. But of course, being the idiots you are… always fighting for good. You left me no choice.”

He said this to a silent room, but not an empty one. Deep down, he had a need to justify himself, his actions. He knew this was necessary. Right? That’s why he had to grow these flowers, the ones that always put humans to sleep. His parents and sister could not resist it. And so they lay, in their beds, in their basement, in their coffin. He intended to keep them there as long as he could. And he knew that he could keep this up forever.

After the plants were watered, he made sure they were placed properly among his family. “I miss you,” he said, so quietly he could convince himself he didn’t. And he turned, walking back up the basement stairs to meet his friends. He was in control, Danny reminded himself. We are in control. No one crosses the trio. He shut the door in the kitchen, closing that part of his mind. On to better things. Destructive things! The thought made Danny giggle as he walked out the front door.

In the dark of the basement, in the silence of it all, Jazz sneezed. The darn plants, she must be allergic or something. She decided that Danny was gone, and she opened her eyes, irises glowing green. His morning ritual was so routine, you could know where Danny was just by looking at the time. His grip on the town was stifling - his and his friends, Jazz reminded herself. She crawled out of her bed, standing and stretching. “Okay,” she said to herself, “I’m ready.”

In a flash, she changed - her orange hair now white, her clothes becoming the stealth suit she’d put together from what she could get her hands on. She was a ghost. Half ghost, really, because she could still “turn back human,” but ghost enough to be immune to her brother’s plants. She was still new to it all, and she knew she would never be able to stop the trio’s reign by herself. That’s why she called on a friend.

She walked over to the Ghost Portal, pressing a few buttons on the keypad, and the door to the Ghost Zone opened. She peered through - the ghost zone looked flat and 3D at the same time, like it was made of paper, or maybe some type of goo, or possibly a universe of stars. Whatever it was made of wasn’t important. The people who came out of it were.

After not too long, she saw a form approach the surface of the portal. She backed up, giving them space to come through. As the form stepped forward, Jazz recognized the ghost instantly. Blue-green skin, red eyes, and long hair - it was Vlad Masters.

“Vlad,” said Jazz, “he’s gone again. We should hold another meeting, if we can. The humans of this city can’t protect themselves… I can’t bear to see my parents asleep like that” - she pointed behind her into the darkness, wherever her they were - “for another second!” She was on the brink of tears, falling apart with each breath. How can you stop someone who can engulf you with vines in seconds? Or someone who can send massive plagues to decimate the entire town with a snap of her fingers? Or someone who can touch anything, and turn it into nothing? An endless void, an Egyptian goddess, and a corrupted gardener… As silly as it sounded, Danny’s powers scared Jazz the most. She fell to her knees, lost in despair.

Vlad knelt, resting a hand on Jazz’s shoulder. His eyes, full of concern, watched hers. “Jasmine,” he said, “don’t blame yourself for what has happened. You’re only 18 years old. Even I couldn’t have seen this coming.”

“We’re doomed,” breathed Jazz.

“Perhaps,” agreed Vlad. “But it doesn’t hurt to try. Good versus evil… such a black and white concept. Everyone is ‘morally grey’ one way or another.” He gently pulled Jazz to her feet. “And no one,” he said, “is irredeemable.”

Jazz sniffed. “You really think so?” She knew he worried about her attachment to her brother, so it was comforting to hear. Even if it wasn’t really true.

“I know so,” said Vlad. He held her hand and stepped back towards the portal. “Come,” he said. “Let’s work on saving your brother.”

[thesoulspulse]

Danny Program AU (Star System)

It had taken some convincing but Danny eventually gave in and told Vlad about how they can overshadow computers and such which he had actually never considered before oddly enough. Weeks had passed since Vlad learned that his Danny Program, who he now lovingly refers to as Daniel or “son,” had not only become self aware but absorbed the failed clones ectoplasm to become a ghost. As such he had ghost powers but they were weak, not to mention a large portion of his being was still comprised of code. However Vlad couldn’t help but marvel at what his creation had become.

As long as Vlad turns intangible he is able to touch his son but after time passed it was clear how lonely Daniel was whenever Vlad had to leave or stay tangible to continue working on constructing the perfect temporary android body to house his code until the boy was strong enough to concentrate his ectoplasm into a physical form of his own. In the meantime, while his father was busy Daniel preoccupied himself by learning and storing new memories based on the information Vlad had given him to ‘study’ as well as manipulating his code. Truth be told he had already learned how to do this long before now in order to fill the darkness in the space he had hidden in when Vlad assumed he deleted the original program.

Vlad went out of his way to construct a virtual home for his son within the system of course after learning of his sentience, but sometimes Daniel still retreated to that empty space as a sort of safe haven when he wanted to be alone. It was rare that he wanted to be alone mind you, until one day Vlad learned why his son was being so secretive when Daniel suddenly asked the real Danny to reveal how to enter the system as a ghost the same way he did through DOOMED. That’s how the two boys became friends when Daniel was searching for a way to communicate with him to get help for his father, who didn’t know he even existed as more than just a program until now.

Vlad smiled at his son, who like any child seemed eager to surprise his father, and eventually set his work aside to humor him. Once there he felt unsettled at first by the empty void around them where the only things they could see were themselves, but Daniel held his father’s hand as they walked across the glossy black surface and raised the other as if activating a touch screen. A gasp escaped him when in the blink of an eye almost the entire space was filled with bright green stars and constellation-like connections. Was this...how his son interacted with this digital world? Turning code into star patterns? He supposed it made sense given how Vlad programmed the original Danny Program to have all the same interests as the real one to make the simulation feel more real, such as a fascination with astronomy.

“Son, this is...why it’s beautiful,” Vlad gaped, taking a few steps forward to touch one of the floating lights in wonder, asking, “Did you do all of this yourself?”

“I did,” Daniel replied proudly floating up and summoning light to his hands, explaining thoughtfully, “Everything was so jarring after I was ‘born’ and at first I was so confused and scared. My first instinct was to protect myself by sinking deeper into the system where you couldn’t delete me. But the further I went the emptier it became, darker. As soon as I realized I was made of light here and still had a glow, somehow it spread it out and filled the emptiness like the stars fill up the night sky. I wanted to show you this because I want to do the same thing for you. I want to fill the emptiness that was left behind when the other clones became part of me so you can be happy again, father. Because I’m your son and I love you.”

Still feeling undeserving of so much love from Daniel after what he did to the boy unknowingly, Vlad wordlessly pulls his son into a warm embrace and said thickly, “You’ve already made my life brighter just by existing, my son. That’s more than enough for me.”

(Note: I know this is kinda short but I dunno I’ve been sitting on this idea for awhile and thought I’d write it down! There’s a gif down below I made too awhile ago to portray a similar idea of what the Danny AI’s interface looks like that he made himself and its how he interacts with code by connecting things in star-like constellations. He can change the colors too depending on his mood.)

[sylph-feather]

heart on your sleeve

Summary:  

TWO FACTS: 1. Ghost’s own perceptions and feelings effect how they look. 2. Danny is a mess.

Wordcount: 1,304

Prompt by @burning-clutch 

“Outward in. A ghost's appearance is based on how they view themselves, at least partially. So what happens as Phantom views himself differently? Monster? Nerd? Hero? Etc.”

Notes:  I focused mostly on the “monster” aspect, but I still hope you like it! Maybe one day I’ll add on, because I like this idea

xXx

When Danny enters from the portal for the last time of his full life and emerges with only half of that life left, he has no time for measly perceptions. His ghost form crackles with green electricity and the only thing on his mind is death; he barely perceives that negative image in the mirror, almost loses it in the storm of his mind.

It is a long time before he goes ghost again, instead dealing with minor power accidents— sliding through floors, becoming invisible, the like.

Even then, all that is perceptions, desires.

I want to not be here, he thinks, and he will slide through the floor with a gasp.

Thoughts like that are easy to control. What are not so easy are the feelings.

I feel invisible, he thinks, staring out at the sea of faces in the hallway.

Nobody reacts when he sits in his seat; not even Tuck, who is placed beside him.

It’s not until he’s marked absent despite raising his hand that Danny figures it out.

Thankfully, he stops himself from foolishly protesting aloud, instead using that slipping through ability on the door (mastered that one quick, given continuing to slide through stuff was equal parts annoying and horrifying) and standing in the hallway and thinking of the feeling of eyes on his skin until he can see himself again.

xXx

The invisibility at the thought of feeling invisible is common. Frankly, Danny is a nobody, and when he doesn’t feel invisible then he often subconsciously prays not to be seen, and his ghost side is more than happy to oblige that as well.

It’s an easy fix to think of the eyes on him, to switch the want off, to be seen again. It helps that being invisible is something quite noticeable to him and not to others; easy to remedy without being caught, so long as nobody sees Danny directly as he flickers in or out.

You may ask, what’s something less noticeable, then?

Perhaps it’s the errant thought of smallness Danny gets when compared to high achievers, both of social status and grades.

This time, Danny does not notice the change (so caught up in mental comparisons to Jazz) until said sister is squinting at him, literally sizing him up, and he notices she seems a good bit taller than him, looking down more than another day.

She shakes her head, and he can practically hear the mental recitations of psych texts, likely noting the size discrepancy as slumped posture indicative of… some other nonsense.

Danny laughs a little nervous laugh, and he scampers upstairs before she notices that he truly had shaved off a couple of inches.

What am I supposed to do? Just… he frowns, think big thoughts?

So Danny squints and thinks of how tall he feels normally (which isn’t that tall).

It does work, one of the few things in Danny’s life that’s solved fairly easy.

Something mischievous inside him wonders at using this to grow taller. Another part doesn’t want to touch something that stinks of his monstrous ghost side.

xXx

It’s a multitude of moments that just seem to pile up.

Danny feels heavy and weighed down, and the stairs creak under that new weight, gravity pressing down on his lungs twofold until he (literally and emotionally) lightens up a bit.

Danny feels glowingly happy, and his eyes become a fiercer blue, noticeable to his friends.

His form subtly reshapes itself on how he feels himself; one day he is content and everything about him is glowing and floaty, another day he is morose with a form forced into a hunch that has been stretched into a dulled sadness, everything about him drooping and dreary.

Perhaps the worst are the days of self hatred, where his thoughts say I’m a monster. Danny has noticed more of the changes in his form, and thus these days become more and more.

So what? he scoffs to himself on a low day, just because I turn invisible, get a little small, sometimes, get heavier or lighter randomly randomly, get— stop! It doesn’t mean I’m…

There’s not much to say to his thoughts when he’s grinding such sharp teeth together, plucking at his shirt with nails that have filed themselves into claws.

I’m not, he protests.

He’s just lying to himself, true feelings simmered up to the surface.

xXx

It’s nearing a month after the accident where Sam asks, “can you get that ghost form back?”

Tucker elbows her, still treading around eggshells. Sam was never the type to avoid stomping eggshells with combat boots (despite the irony of her being a vegetarian, if such were taken literally).

Danny considers, for a moment, that form. Something about it is terrifyingly alien and monstrous in his mind, but curiosity draws him with equal if not greater tantalizations. A morbid curiosity, to be technical.

So Danny, tapping into those feelings, falls into that state of mind; thinks himself as ghost, thinks himself as monstrous. Halloween images flood into his head, and then more primal images of his own electrocution.

Phantom’s second appearance is just as terrifying as his first, albeit for different reason.

The first was filled with fears of death and ghosts. This one is filled with the same, and the ghost is far less recognizably Danny.

The halfa has not refined his transformation to something as elegant as a ring, nor something as mentally easy as flipping a switch to his core; no, no, he activated it with the much harder and less easy to control power of perception. The white ring is not a ring, but a crackle of thunderous electricity that eats at him like the first time, leaping around the room, and Phantom emerges.

Instinctively, Tucker and Sam flinch back from the cold, charged air, and they cannot meet their friend in his hollow, toxic green eyes. Everything about him crackles, from his aura to his form. When Danny reaches toward them with a clawed hand, his hair jerks around pointed ears like it’s suspended in water.

His mouth opens and too many sharp teeth and he makes a hurt sound that’s echoey, tinny, clutching his claws into his void black jumpsuit.

“Danny,” Sam is the first to get over it, stepping toward him as he floats suspended in Tucker’s room, a floating, tightly coiled ball.

“I don’t know how to change back,” he says, voice sounding like it comes over a bad radio. He squeezes his green eyes shut and now he cannot think anything but monster, and everything gets more.

“This isn’t what you looked like the first time,” she informs bluntly.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Danny hisses, wrapping himself tighter.

“You said one time you felt invisible,” Tucker starts slowly, “and you became invisible.” He blinks, slowly, continuing to list off all that Danny previously informed his two friends of— “glowing when happy, heavy and droopy or small when sad.” He pauses. “Is this what you think you are?”

Danny hiccups, and his tears glow.

“I don’t think of you like that,” Tucker says, pointedly ignoring all the, er, points. “You just looked like you.”

“With old man hair,” Sam prods, “and a weird jumpsuit.”

“Admittedly, you did look radioactive,” Tucker giggles, seeing Danny breathe evenly a bit.

With each calming breath, more of those features slip away until the normal (more normal, at least) negative Danny Fenton remains.

“Thanks,” he mutters, uncurling, and thinks about himself as warm, alive, human.

xXx

xXx

Bonus:

The first time Danny sees Vlad, he sees him with a little more pity, looking at that blue skin, horn-hair, fangs, red eyes, and thinking of his second transformation—

“What are you looking at, boy?” Vlad hisses, and fires a pink beam at Danny.

Ow. Danny stops feeling so bad.

[crimson-snowfall]

Ikemen Vampire: Language of Flowers - Vlad

Flower: Peach/Peach Blossom

Meaning/Symbolism: Your qualities, like your charms, are unequalled (Peach) / I am your captive (Peach Blossom)

Word Count: 1108

Vlad eyed you with curiosity as you peacefully slept on his lap. As per your request, he had taken you to the field of roses he often spoke fondly of, and your reaction upon taking in the iconic view made it worth his while.

After carefully removing the thorns from the rose he had been working on ever since you fell asleep, he leisurely tucked it behind your ear, a little smile forming on his lips as he did so.

How did things come to this, Vlad genuinely wondered. In all the centuries he’s lived, never once has he met a human who is resistant to a pureblood’s thrall, so having you around had been rather stimulating. It made him a little sad thinking that you would eventually return to your time, for he has grown to care about you as an object of his interest and would rather refrain from sabotaging your return once again, because he’d rather not lose you to the void of space-time.

What Vlad had not been expecting though, was that you would actually come to him. He didn’t knew when you started to develop feelings for him– and at first he simply accepted because he thought it would be a rather entertaining way to torment Comte who was evidently opposed to the idea of you staying with him.

Vlad welcomed you with open arms with the intention of establishing ownership over the object of his interest, but even after turning you into a vampire, you remained immune to his powers. Vlad also thought that turning you into a vampire may not be the wisest decision he’s made in centuries, for in the very instance he had known the taste of your blood, he felt himself spiraling into the depths of his greatest addiction. You had him addicted so bad to the point that it’s almost shameless for a pureblood vampire, who in the vampire society are supposed to be exemplars of restraint.

Indeed, in his needless attempts to control you, he had been the one who had fallen under you.

To begin with, it’s not like Vlad needed to bind you– you willingly belonged to him. It didn’t even matter if his feelings towards you weren’t that of love, just him allowing you to be there for him was enough for you. There’s simply no end to how much think the world of him, and you found perfection even in his imperfections-- you’re absolutely smitten. In your eyes, no one can possibly ever hope to compare to Vlad, and you are devoted to him in every sense you could think of, so his desperation to have you under his spell came off as particularly strange to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Vlad has indeed fallen for you not long ago, but the pureblood has yet to completely come into terms with the fact that he had actually fallen in love. So he masquerades it under the guise of wanting to subjugate you simply for his entertainment, when in reality he would probably end the world should he succeed… because then your love for him wouldn’t feel as genuine as it is now.

When your eyelids finally fluttered open, you found yourself under Vlad’s loving gaze– a look that honestly suited him better than the look of a fallen angel hell-bent on delivering his definition of a peaceful world, but you didn’t mind because that’s also one of his charms. 

“Had a nice nap?”

“Yes, my lor-”

“I believe I have told you not to call me that when it’s just the two of us,” Vlad promptly reminded you, caressing your cheeks. Your skin flushed under his touch.

“Vlad…” His name escaped your lips in a soft whisper.

The pureblood smirked in approval, before pulling you up to straddle on his lap. You feel like you could lose yourself forever in the tenderness of his gaze that’s reserved for you alone. You dared cup his cheeks with your hands and press a kiss on his lips, which he returned just as gently, before pulling you down with him as he laid on the field of roses.

“I have a question for you,” Vlad spoke as he reached out beside him to take another rose, snapping the stem into a more manageable length before his fingers began their work on removing the thorns.

“What is it?”

Without meeting your curious gaze, the question came out of his lips. “Just why do you adore me so, dragă mea?”

You weren’t expecting him to ask that of all questions he could’ve possibly asked that moment, so it took you a while to collect your thoughts. “There are a lot of reasons, Vlad. But if you’ll ask me how did I first come to admire you… maybe it’s because I wanted to see the future you want for this world.”

Your response caught him off guard, causing his fingers to slip, a fresh cut now running along its tip. Your pupils dilated as you were assaulted by the sweet, intoxicating scent of your beloved’s blood.

“You don’t think it’s a horrible thing to do?”

“N-no. Not at all. The future I c-came from was already heading t-towards the dystopia y-you spoke of.”

A devious smile graced Vlad’s handsome features as he listened to your voice falter, that he intentionally pricked another finger with the thorns. “But the other purebloods believe it’s best not to interfere.”

Your fangs started to ache for him. “I-I think… it’s a n-noble thing to w-want to take a-action on thi— n-no, y-you mustn’t!” You watched in horror as Vlad pricked a third finger, before letting go of the rose at your sudden interjection. He offered you his now bloodied fingers, a smug grin on his face.

“I mustn’t what? Tell me, dragă mea.” But it’s too late and the act has been done, and now you’re lustfully sucking on his fingers, eyes clouded with desire as the mischievous act fueled your arousal. With his free hand, he tugged on the collar of his shirt, exposing your favorite spot where his neck meets his shoulders.

You greedily accepted this invitation and in no time your fangs were embedded in that sweet spot, eliciting deep groans of pleasure from Vlad. In the frenzied evening that ensued, Vlad carved into your body the unparalleled zenith of what it meant to be his dearly beloved, and in those moments, you just knew.

No matter what comes out of the future Vlad had coveted for this world, you’ll never regret a single thing about captivating his heart, and you’ll gladly burn with him should the worst ever happens.

“Dragă mea” means “my darling” in Romanian (yea that’s where the historical Vlad came from) and yea... I think it’s a pureblood thing to call their beloved “my darling” kek

In case you’re wondering why Vlad gets two flowers...I was actually bamboozled that they’d include Peach on that list when it’s not actually a flower wow such fake news bruh it says Language of Flowers not Language of Fruits... or maybe I’m just a dumdum and there’s actually a Peach flower and it ain’t the same thing as Peach Blossom... oh well but then it fits so yea might as well

This concludes the Ikemen Vampire - Language of Flowers series and if you’re wondering why there isn’t any for Charles and Faust, let’s just say that I wrote Vlad’s on the last minute because I love him and this one wasn’t actually planned... so yea think of it as a bonus. Even if I wanted to write one for the other two I just really don’t know them that much and my interest ain’t just there yet... but since both of them are February babies I may consider writing one for them next year for their birthdays :3

More on this series:  [[Napoleon]] [[Mozart]] [[Leonardo]] [[Arthur]] [[Vincent]]  [[Theodorus]] [[Isaac]] [[Dazai]] [[Jean]] [[William]] [[Comte de Saint Germain]] [[Sebastian]]