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[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 asher.

Uly [12.16am]: Hey Uly [12.16am]: Happy New Year Uly [12.16am]: Meeting u made mine Uly [12.17am]: Hope we get to ring in all the rest of them Uly [12.17am]: 🩵

[witchdoesfire]

when josie reaches to open the door, she doesn’t know what to expect. she’s only heard tales of the tribrid, and caution weighs out over curiosity. she may need help, but she shouldn't allow that to make her POWERLESS.

still, the other girl (a legend of sorts) might have information josie could use. she takes a deep breath. head up, she tells herself, shoulder's straight. that’s what she should focus on; not the jumble of emotions all clawing in her chest or the scent of blood she’s not sure whether or not she’s imagining. her own BURNING power. everything she knows she's capable of.

“hope?” she asks, looking around while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, from habit more than anything. “hope mikaelson?”

@naturesloopholed / closed thread.

[torturcdsoul-blog]

charlie & seth || closed.

Since meeting Seth, Charlie was excited to meet up with the man at the bar where they had met. This is not because she was in love with him, or had any sort of intimate feelings for him but simply because she had a regular drinking buddy; misery loves company after all. Walking through the door, Charlie immediately stripped off her leather jacket, folding it and placing it neatly on her arm as she sauntered to the bar area. Seeing his dirty blonde hair, the woman made moves toward him, occupying the empty bar stool beside him. “When are you gonna order me my drink before I get here?” the woman playfully complained, waving down the bartender for her order. “I mean, it is the polite thing to do after all.”

[fcktae]

@minxshine

The texts cause a stir of emotions within Tae. He was attempting to enjoy his pre - New Year’s Eve without the problems of others, by himself and hoping for a better year ahead; yet, the text he got from Min threw all of that out the window. his mind was racing, and his heart ached. What the hell were they thinking? attempting to distance themselves from him? No — as messed up as it sounded, he was the one one who cold push the other away, because that was just how he was and they knew him and his reasoning’s. But now that it was switched? he wasn’t sure how to feel. “what the fuck.” he breathed, thrown his phone and pushing himself up off the couch. He wasn’t just going to wait around for a text; he was going to get answered in person. 

The distance was short, and Tae practically ran there. Standing outside the apartment door that was just a few doors down from his actual apartment he shared with Dalton, Tae didn’t care if the other male overheard him yelling at the door for Min to open up. He was genuinely concerned for them after the texts he had received. “Open the damn door, Min. I know you’re here, so just be a grown up and open the fuckin’ door.” 

[sleepyprblms]

@kirbywalker

KJ couldn’t ignore the funny feeling he got in his stomach with each step he took closer to Kirby and Ethan’s apartment door; donned in his PJ’s and a bag full of snacks in hand. He couldn’t ever ignore the feelings there when the thought of Kirby crossed his mind; much less when he was around him. But he did it anyway, forcing them to the back of his mind. Most of the time anyway, unlike now, where it was all he could think about despite not trying to. Spending too much time alone had the tendency to do that to people, he supposed, and maybe it was just the craving of wanting intimacy even in the purest and simplest form; but he was more so needing than wanting Kirby’s attention at this point. 

Reaching the door, he brought his hand up to knock and found himself hesitating; the funny feeling intensifying. he’s your best friend, he reminded himself, chewing his lower lip out of habit with his nerves. just your best friend, and he doesn’t, wouldn’t, and couldn’t have the simplest idea of how you feel; or even in return. He stood there for a moment, still frozen before huffing, realizing he just looked like a idiotic five-year old at a sleepover standing there; finally knocking, and waiting. waiting was the worst part, especially for him, because he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind. 

[sleepyprblms]

@noel-fallovvs

If there was one thing KJ knew for certain when it came to Noel, it was the fact that food was the easiest way to get her attention. Of course, there were plenty of other things he could do just as easily to get her attention, like acting like a complete annoying tool, but that was reserved for other times. Pushing the door open to Joey’s pizza parlor, the aroma of pizza filling the air reached his senses and he felt hungrier than he had prior. He glanced around, knowing that she would be here, and smirked to himself when he spotted the back of her head. “Look at who it is,” he mused, sliding into the booth opposite to her. “It’s a shocker I’d find you here — and before you give me some smart remark and tell me to go away, just know, I plan on buying a extra cheesy pizza. and the best gift of all? me giving you company. you’re welcome.”

[thephantomfixer-blog]

summary: danny learns that he actually turns into a ghost and enters the ghost zone. he fooled himself into thinking that he would be okay.

― danny was brushing his teeth one morning, sleepy and really wishing he hadnt woken up so early. and by early he really meant afternoon. he stared at himself in the mirror, a tired man staring back at him. when was the last time he saw himself without bags under his eyes? without a haunting look that pooled in them? he paused with brushing his teeth, leaning more towards the mirror and lightly touching his face. he quickly retracts his hand, though, and staring at with annoyance. 

he goes back to brushing his teeth furiously, and looking anywhere but the mirror. he finally finished, spitting the toothpaste into the sink. he starts to feel a little dizzy, though, grabbing onto the sides of the sink. he closes his eyes, trying to calm down and steady himself. his heart feels as if it’s speeding up, beating too fast for this moment. his left hand, where his scar is starts to feel hot and stinging with pain. he takes in a deep breath, holds it, and then lets it go.

danny plummets through the bathroom floor, letting out a surprised yelp. he comes to a halt a few inches off the floor on the ground level. he’s floating, and danny can only stare down at his feet with utter confusion. he had to be dreaming, right? as he brought his eyes back to his surroundings, he had fallen into sam’s bedroom. he catches a glimpse of himself in her vanity and he had to take a second look.

he didn’t even recognize himself, when he floated over to her mirror. he had snow white hair, glowing green eyes and he was wearing that suit he had donned on when he went to explore the machine his parents had built. he raised a gloved hand, and so did the man in the mirror. it reminded him of that day, back when he was fourteen and had woken up on the cold floor and had run to the bathroom mirror. 

“what the...” he whispers, tearing his eyes away from the mirror. he then begins to float out of sam’s room and to the kitchen where she’s making herself toast. “sam!” he exclaims, but she continues on with her cooking as if he isn’t there and he realizes that he is there, but isn’t to her. “no, no, no.” he mumbles, grabbing fistful of his white hair.

“i’m alive, i’m alive.” he whispers to himself, trying to keep himself calm. he’s on the verge of having a full blown panic attack. “keep ahold of yourself, danny. stay calm.” he’s murmuring, hands tugging at his now bright white hair. 

“sam, have you-“ tucker gets cut off as sam let’s out a startled squeak. her hold on her plate slacking, and it slips from her fingers. danny goes to grab it for her, but it phases straight through his hand and falls to the floor and shatters “sorry! didnt mean to scare you.”

“i didn’t think you guys would be awake.” she states, heading to grab a broom. “or, well, you.” she corrects herself as it was just him alone that had walked into the kitchen. “here,” she hands tucker the dust pan.

danny can only watch as they begin to clean up the broken plate that he had tried to save. he stares at his hand, that familar fear he’d felt so many times before beginning to spread it’s way through him once more. it wrapped around his heart, causing his mind to race and his hands to start shaking. 

“i was gonna ask if you’ve seen danny. i found his tooth brush on the floor.” tucker says, and sam furrows her eyebrows at this. “i’m guessing you haven’t seen him with that face you’re giving me.”

danny doesn’t want to continue to listen, doesn’t want to be here anymore. he turns around and ends up floating and phasing through the wall that goes to the living room. he lets his feet finally hit the ground, but they slip through the floor. he panicked, his body zooming from the floor and up towards the ceiling but stopping just short of the ceiling fan. he lets himself hover there, staring at the floor and wondering back to the lab accident. 

how had he been so foolish have to messed with something like that? that was when all the problems began, he was an idiot to think that, that small incident when he was fourteen wouldn’t come back to haunt him. it had only happened for one day, turning into someone he didn’t recognize and when he had woken up the next day he was back to plain danny. never worried about it again, as it never seemed to happen but now  ― now he was possibly more fucked than ever before. 

he tries to float back down to the floor again, this time not letting himself phase through the floor but hovering over it barely a centimeter. danny begins to pretend to walk as if he was actually on the floor, and honestly, it really wasn’t that hard. 

he breathes out a cold breath ―

“danny phantom.” this jolts him, and instead of floating him right through his own house ― he just freezes. freezes from fear and a coldness starts running through his veins as he turns around to the voice who had called him by that name he had only heard a few times before. a name he didn’t recognize, one that couldn’t possible belong to him. 

what he saw made him fall to his knees, it was as if had always known this would happen again someday. that this exact moment would become real and he had tried to push it all into the back of his head and convinced himself that nothing like this would ever come to be. this was the moment he questioned his sanity, not even the ghosts could make him question as much as this specific moment. 

“i don’t understand,” his voice is small, he feels like a child again. 

the old lady who had first ever whispered that cursed name to him, she stood right in front of his very eyes once more. she looked exactly as he remembered, but more scared. she wrung her hands together, over and over. 

“am i dead?” he asks, and this seems to crack her. she falls in front of him, her arms wrapping around his body and somehow she’s hugging him. he tenses up, the instinct to push her away but he doesn’t. she’s holding him and she’s cold and he’s cold too ― he doesn’t know what’s happening.

“he’s here child, be ready.” she whispers into his ear and then he’s falling into darkness, away from her arms and the cold that seemed familiar. danny doesn’t even let a scream pass through his lips as he falls through what feels like nothing, yet almost like water. 

his back slams into the ground though, causing the air to be knocked out of his lungs. he gasps for oxygen, staring up into a sky that seemed off. it had a green tint to it, and the moon was out when it had clearly been the afternoon. he sucks in deep breaths as he sits up, trying to get his surroundings and find his thoughts through all the haze of confusion that’s muddling up his brain. 

getting to his feet, his eyes land on a mansion that lays ahead. it’s a huge, luxurious mansion and yet a bad creeping feeling begins up danny’s back. he shivers, and instead of heading towards the mansion he turns around and walks towards what seems to be the end of the property. he stands on a cliff, and stares down into what seems like a void of nothingness. he blinks, and somehow he knows what’s to come and yet he still tries to deny it. 

a cold breath comes out of his mouth, as if it had been winter. except it wasn’t, there was no snow anywhere to be found and didn’t feel as if it was cold weather. 

“danny phantom,” that name again, and he turns around to another surprise. he stares at a young girl, a mirror image of him, though. white hair in a pony tail, green eyes and a suit that looks just like his. she stares at him with regret in her eyes, yet her stance is confident and threatening. 

“dani...?”

“i’m sorry.” she apologizes, taking a step towards him. he can’t back up though, he’s afraid he’ll fall into the oblivion that awaits. “you have to come with me.” dani informs him, her head nodding towards the mansion. “he’s waiting.” 

danny gives a slow nod back, trying to calm his breathing once more. dani leads him up the gravel path towards the mansion and he can only follow her. his mind racing and just knowing ― fearing what lays ahead. the future, the threat and the instability that it will bring. danny’s not sure he’s ready, hasn’t had enough time and yet maybe it has been too long. the fear grips tight to his heart, and he can’t help the shake in his legs and hands as he approaches the big front doors of the mansion. 

she pushes open one of the doors, only slightly and she disappears. “come,” her voice rings out and danny somehow, pushes ever onward. he slides through the opening, and the door slams shut behind him. he’s stuck in here now. there’s no running away, but danny couldn’t have ran away to begin with. don’t think he’d have ever been able to run away from this moment. 

the lighting in the giant home is off, tinted green and creepy. there’s a grand staircase before him, and vintage furniture strewed about. it seems old and  ― and haunted. 

“i’ve seen this place before,” he murmurs, really to himself. “seen it in my dreams.” 

dani gives him this contorted face, and he wants to ask her what’s going on but she just says, “wait here.” 

so, he waits. there isn’t much for him to do besides wait, anyway. he has nowhere to go, and he has no idea where he is. danny can only stand in place as he watches dani climb the stairs and disappear. he stands still, hands turning into fists as he tries to stop them from shaking. he’s fourteen again, all over  ― but it’s worse. way worse. 

danny’s eyes roam the room some more. it doesn’t seem to be too personal, felt to formal for his taste. there different doors around the first level, closed and maybe even locked. it was dead silent. 

another cold breath comes out of his mouth, just as when dani had appeared before. it slowly disappears in the air and his eyes turn back towards the staircase. footsteps begin to echo throughout the huge room, and danny can make out someone coming down the stairs. 

as their figure becomes more visible, danny can only let out a shaky breath. he backs up into the front doors, eyes stuck on the man who was now coming to the bottom of the stair case. danny wanted to phase through the doors, run back to the void and even thought about throwing himself down there. 

“no, no, no.” 

“welcome, danny phantom.” vlad greets, a cruel smile forming on his face. “come on in, you don’t need to wait by the door.” he informs danny, beckoning for him to come closer. danny doesn’t move, shock and fear lacing his veins and what the fuck. 

“no, no, no.” he repeats again and again, grabbing his head and closing his eyes. this had to be one of his nightmares, this couldn’t be real. vlad plasimus was gone, disappeared and danny had somehow convinced himself that he would never see the evil man again. that the last time he had seen him, it was the final time. “you disappeared, you’re gone.” 

“gone?” vlad let out a laugh, it echoed off the walls and throughout danny’s skull. “you think you scared me away? are you that dim?” his smile then fell of his face as he began to approach danny, now, face to face. “you thought you had seen the last of me?” he growled, grabbing a fistful of danny’s hair and making the boy look at him. “that was only the beginning.” 

danny shoved the older man away, causing him to stumble and his hand ripped away from his hair. he got a good look at vlad now, and he was different than before. yet, all too familiar. 

“what happens now?” danny asks, gritting his teeth together. how he had hated this man, this being, this monster. “where are we?” 

vlad straightens himself, brushing off his shoulder. “this is the ghost zone.” he answers. “well, one realm of the ghost zone. my property.” vlad’s cruel smile comes back to his face. “it shall be the place where you stay for all eternity.” 

the old man moves towards danny, faster than anything he’s ever dealt with. he barely manages to dodge out of the way and then that damn old woman is catching him before he can fall. 

“go danny phantom,” she insists, putting him behind her as she stands to face vlad. "you must go home.” 

then danny is falling into that same void again, darkness all around him and it feels like water as he falls and falls. it doesn’t last forever, though, and eventually he lands onto the floor of his living room. where he had originally been. 

the familiar voices of sam and tucker fill his ears as he lays on the hard wood floor and stars at the ceiling. he’s a little out of it, doesn’t understand what it is that they are really saying and soon enough their faces are in front of his. 

“danny?!” they’re saying and he only stares at them as he can’t really form words. can’t make sense of all that is happening. they sit him up, pestering him with questions and asking if he is alright but he doesn’t know. 

“i don’t know,” he finally puts his head in his hands, his damn tears slipping down his face. “i’m alive, i’m alive, i’m alive.” he begins to repeat over and over as tucker and sam try to comfort him and get any information out of him but their questions are never answered. “this is a dream. i’m alive. i’m alive. i’m alive.” he sobs out, rocking back and forth. “i’m alive, i’m alive, i’m alive.” 

[duchesselaynevalois-blog]

The Mad & The Sane || Elayne & Charlotte

The madness was hidden beneath a friendly smile, beneath deception and manipulation. It was hidden, because if it weren’t, everyone would know just how rotten the duchess is. They’d know how her brother isn’t as mad as the say he is and they’d see how it’s her who’s feeding him into the thought that he’s insane. His queen is another thing entirely. If it weren’t for the sheer fact that Charlotte is a threat to her desire to rule, she would’ve liked her. In fact, had it not been for her hunger to dominate and rule, she would’ve like many people. But, the heart wants what it wants, and hers is set upon the throne, the crown, the riches and people that followed along, copying and worshiping the monarchy as if they were Gods on Earth. She likes that. She wants it.

Elayne knew her brother had another unhealthy fit ( and she was partially to blame, and by partially, it means it is her fault entirely. ) and she used it as an opportunity to seek out the thorn in her side, his loving queen who couldn’t be more barren. How the mad duchess reveled in it! She rounded the corner to Charlotte’s chambers and arched her eyebrow impatiently as she waited for the page boy to announce her. Once he deigned to move in a more hasty manner, she was showed inside and immediately her face contorted into a perfectly crafted mask of concern ( had she not have been born into nobility, she would’ve been splendid on stage ).

“You majesty.” She bowed respectfully and with ease, her brows knitted in concern. “How is my brother?”

@charlotte-heloise-valois