#messedupmoon

[onlyinamitypark]

@onlyinamitypark is an au on its own... #spatulas #3amalarm #phentonism #clockwork #cults???

[nerdiests]

answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better so i was tagged by the absolutely wonderful @hitamory​ and wow am i astounded by that, one of my fav blogs tagged me in something

1. Nickname: pidge, nerdi, kami (a new one) 2. Gender: very much nonbinary 3. Star sign: Libra 4. Height: 5’10 ¼ 5. Time: 2:46pm 6. Birthday: October 11 7. Favourite band(s): Evanescence, Imagine Dragons, Panic! At The Disco, Set It Off, The Fray, and Twenty One Pilots. there’s probably some others but i currently can’t think of them 8. Favourite solo artist(s): Marina and the Diamonds, Hayley Kiyoko… i uh. really like broadway. 9. Song stuck in my head: i’ve had polariod by imagine dragons stuck in my head for a g e s 10. Last movie I watched: i??? can’t remember the last time i watched a movie? i think the last movie i watched was space pirate harlock and gosh gee golly that’s a really good movie 11. Last show I watched: fullmetal alchemist, i was bored and i remembered fma was on netflix again and bam i was watching one of my favorite anime 12. When did I create my blog: february 21st of 2015 13. What do I post: stuff i write, shitposts, good dogs and cats, puns, sometimes art i draw, lots of nerd stuff and anime stuff 14. Last thing I googled: roadworthy – i was looking for my driving school to pull up my hours log 15. Do you have other blogs: i have a writing blog, a fma blog and a voltron blog, none of which are active anymore but may get more attention in the future 16. Do you get asks: rarely. 17. Why did you choose your url: i am and always will be an unlucky fan of fullmetal alchemist 18: following: 773, oh wow 19. Followers: 487 20. Favorite color: pastel pink!! 21. Average hours of sleep: anywhere from 6-9 hours 22. Lucky number: 4, 16, 256, and 65,536. 23. Instruments: i’m picking up double-bass, i’ve played violin for 7 years, i’m teaching myself more piano, and i’ve been singing for forever 24. What am I wearing: socks, jeans, and a wonder woman sweater 25. How many blankets do I sleep with: one, sometimes two 26. Dream job: for years i wanted to be a meteorologist, then i wanted to be an astrophysicist, then i realized i wanted to help people and now i want to teach high school english 27. Dream trip: everywhere!! i want to adventure all over the world and see everything, but i really want to see greece, france, the uk, and japan. 28. Favorite food: chocolate, cashews, cheesecake, hot chocolate, fettuccine alfredo, chicken, spaghetti… i really like food 29. Nationality: American 30. Favorite song now: i… i uh really like popular from wicked currently

um let’s see… @sarasanddollar , @missivorystone , @castawayastronaut , @linzerj , @hamsterthegreat , @lunagalemaster , @messedupmoon , @gosteon , @giant-squidney , @ghostwiththemost , @sentient-sin-bin , @all-fandoms-mother , @narwhalsarefalling , @themusicalbookworm , @emilyelizabethfowl , @monocheshaa , @anemptymorgue , @moreroads , @fearthefuzzybear , and @toriistorii

[diddly-darn-ghost]

Have you ever drawn dani?

yeah here ya go

[jayrockin]

Question: is ghost a single species or an entire trans-dimensional beings? Do they have their own plants and animals? So, if they do, then doesn't it mean that ghosts eating ghost animals is more like us eating meat and not exactly cannibalism?

“Species” is sort of a meaningless term for ghosts, since they don’t traditionally reproduce and can radically change their body plan on whim. Ghosts do have a species of origin, many are based on a human brain template, some based on animals, some are so old and eldritch it’s difficult to tell. The only organisms besides humans and animals in the GZ are location-appropriate plants for the various lairs in GZ, which honestly I’m not sure are organisms as much as they are like… convincing house decorations made of ectoplasm.

Arguably the ghost themselves are the plants here, they don’t need to eat because they just absorb trans-dimensional radiation and other forms of energy. The physical stuff they make themselves out of is also just absorbed, drawn in from ambient ectoplasm or through their 4D hole. Ectoplasm’s behavior is extremely flexible, so ghosts can convert it into any kind of atom they need. Technically a ghost could eat/absorb another ghost’s body, but it would be a lot of work for something they’re already doing unconsciously.

[halfusek]

Some space babies for @messedupmoon :3c

[shadowsheyla]

Hi! For the kiribaku thing, how about a scene where kirishima is the one getting pissed instead of bakugou. Like, really really angry to the point that people go "oh shit.... "

So I’ve always seenKirishima as a guy who’s more of a quiet angry type, in a way that it seethesand burns wrong (and he may or may not end up saying something mean just for the sake of bringing someone down to his level. Which he ends up feeling absolutely horrible about). 

And also, I figure that something’s really gotta happen forKirishima to be the levels of angry that you’re lookin’ for. Hopefully I can showcasesomething decent though~~

Also, simply becauseI can, I’m basing around my MarriedWith Birds series. ‘Cause fuck it, it’ll help me return to the mindsetof this world.

[KIRISHIMA EIJIROU: AGE 20]

As much as he’d like to say that he’s a hero, and as much ashe technically has the paperwork that claims that he is, in the eyes of hishero branch he’s a sidekick. A sturdy, unflinching, and down-right stubborn oneunder the wing of one Pro hero by the name of Fatgum (and he’s been there sincethe second year of high school when he was just an intern).

“You can’t save them all,” Fatgum states, expression somber,the worst he’s seen in the longest of times. His gaze unwavering in his staring,outwards at the flash of red, white, and blue lights as emergency services tookover the scene. Three ambulances already filled, and at least three more wouldbe needed.

And Kirishima knew that, knew that no matter how much hetried sometimes things just happened and sometimes shit had hit the fan beforeyou could even do a damn fucking thingto stop it. “Two people died because we couldn’t—” he ground his teethtogether, clenching his eyes shut.

There were more than just the two of them on the scene—anyother hero could’ve done something. Kirishima could’ve done something—anything. He could feel his stomachroll, boiling as he seethed beside the taller man.

“I know,” Fatgum says and Kirishima looked to him, “I knowit hurts, and I know how frustratingit is. And there’s days I go home an’ I can’t bare to look at myself, an’there’s days I wish I didn’t become a hero.” The man is looking towards apolice officer radioing in with the walkie talkie on his shoulder. “But I am,and you are. So we owe it to everyone to put on our costumes, and come out herean’ save as many people as we can. And some days we can save everyone, an’ somedays we can’t. But at the very least we owe it to them to try, ‘cause who elsewill protect them?”

His words didn’t make it better, it didn’t make the angerwithin him smother in the slightest. But it made something in his prickle withunderstanding, with the acknowledgement that he too was feeling the same damnthing that Kirishima felt—and if he were to think back on it (and he would), he’dappreciate that that was the exact thing Fatgum had been aiming for. Toacknowledge that frustration and helplessness and tell him that every hero hadheld this way at one time, and that they needed to continue on for everyoneelse if not just for themselves.

-

Staring out the blur that passed, Kirishima stood with themasses on their commute home. Body swaying as a person bumped against him,“sorry” they mumbled and continued on. It was better than the person beforethem who said nothing. He got off at the next station, setting out with theflow of the crowd.

-

[BAKUGOU KATSUKI: AGE 20]

The front door slammed open, then back closed, sending thebirds into a twirl of fright and displeasure. Bakugou stilled, pausing in themiddle of his stirring head tilted as he listened to the new arrival slamanother door closed further down the hall. The blond man flicked the burnersoff, removing the pan from the element.

He left the kitchen, and check to the left towards the pairof discarded boots by the door—they were Eijirou’s. His first stop from therewas to the large bird cage to check on Blast and Red. “You’re okay,” he cooedat the pair, only for them start up again when a sharp crash and shatter ofglass sounded from the door his husband had tucked away into.

He bared his teeth, thefuck is wrong with him.

Bakugou left the birds and followed the pregnant silencethat always seemed to permeate after something broke—like the world, or theperson, was trying to decide if it needed to fracture more or if this wasenough—until it led him to their bedroom. The door was still closed, and whenBakugou pressed his ear to the door a different break greeted his ears.

The splintering of fake wood cracking, followed by theclatter of objects that had been on the very piece of furniture he had justbroke. Bakugou sighed, pulling away from the door and leaned up against thewall beside it. Listening for any further movement—there were none—beforetwisting the handle and pushing the door open. He counted to three before roundinginto the room, leaning against the doorframe.

It had been Eijirou’s nightstand.

Both shelves were discarded, tossed to opposite sides of theroom while the main frame splintered in two separate places a foot from wherethe door swung to. A plethora of miscellaneous shit scattered along the floor, therewere things on the bed—the lamp for one thing (good, picking up after alightbulb was never fun), the two picture frames he kept at his bedside wereanother. Bakugou’s gaze roamed back down to the floor, catching the glass thathe’d heard earlier. Just a regular glass than, not some memento.  

“Are you done with your tantrum?” He crossed his arms overhis chest, tone cautious. He’s seen Eijirou like this two other times in thespan of knowing each other, and each time it had Eijirou snapping out somethinghe didn’t mean. Eijirou’s temper was easy to pull the man out of, oncesomething allowed him a reprieve of his inner stewing—the whole battle was toactually shake him out of it.

The man was stubborn at the best and worst of times.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Eijirou quipped,lacking any of the usual warmth that accompanied it. Bakugou’s fist clenched, atwitch of his cheek the only sign that the man hit the nerve he’d been aimingfor.

It was a dig at him; they knew too much about each other forit not to be the case. It wasn’t just a prod at his temper but the IED as well.Bakugou clicked his tongue against his teeth, “don’t start with that Eijirou.You know the difference between them just as much as I do.”

“Yeah ‘cause thatexcuses it,” the redhead snorted, needling further. He was looking for a fight,and Bakugou could feel the temperature in the room drop as he pushed off thedoor frame. He really didn’t want toget into it with him when he was like this; it was like an open flame flirtingwith gasoline.

They’ve said things at each other in anger before, they’vefought like any couple, but this one hit harder than anything else—it was justsomething about how Eijirou was behaving mixed with the suggestion that hiswords provided.

It didn’t sit with Bakugou right.

He crossed the distance between them, brushing shit away ashe passed. Bakugou grabbed hold of the shirt he wore, pulling the other manforward then whipping him around and slamming him back into the closest wall. Hebarred his teeth, sneering up at his husband, "do I need to drag you outto some abandoned lot and have us kick the shit outta each other? 'Cause Ifucking will."

Eijirou blinked, mouth falling open. “That’s…” he stared,then stopped himself.

“It’s not anything but a couple of guys kicking the shit outof each other,” Bakugou stated, pushing back as he released the other’s shirt. Eijiroucouldn’t meet his gaze as he paused, it was somewhere locked on his neck. “Cleanthis shit up,” the blond sighed, “I’ll finish dinner.”

-

Eijirou found him in the living room with Blast and Red backout of their cage, the white bellied (Red) caique bouncing along on the coffeetable talking non-stop while the black headed caique (Blast) lay on his back inBakugou’s lap as the man played with his belly.

Bakugou glanced up, “you good?”

The other man sat, running his hand through wet strands ofred. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve—”

Bakugou snorted, “I’ve said worse shit to you when we’refighting.” That one just hit something still a little sore. “It’s payback, in away. Shows that even you, as fucking sickeningly sweet that you are, are pettyenough to hit at sore spots to start a fight. Makes me feel a bit better when Iknow I’m not the only fucked up one in this relationship.”

“Katsuki,” the other frowned, “don’t excuse this. I knew it’llhurt and I did it anyways. You’re always saying to not let you get away withthat stuff, so don’t let me either. I shouldn’t have brought this home with me—andI shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

He leaned forward, setting Blast on the table beside Red(who continued to Bop, Bop, Bop around talking to himself) before leaning backagainst the arm of their three-seater. “Then what’s fucking you up?”

Eijirou looked away, watching the two birds as Blast tackledRed and the pair began their wrestle. Bakugou sat silently, watching the otherman watch them, for what seemed like minutes. “Five people died; I could’ve gotthere sooner—I could have saved them.”The man looked up at him then, lashes full of unfallen tears.

And Bakugou got it—fuck, you never could forget those days.

He moved leaning in and pulling his husband towards him, “c’mer.”He pressed a kiss to his temple; he didn’t have words for it, wasn’t fluentenough in comforting conversations. He didn’t try. Bakugou simply held him;there wasn’t much else he could do save that.

[mangaken]

I.... found your gore comics with @laser-lance and I love it? And I can't get out?? Help???????

There’s no escape. There’s no way out. You have fallen into our angst trap. 

[anonofdannyphantomfluff]

Posibilities

Moony has given me three separate prompts for how Danny met the league. Some are more complete than others but you get the idea. (I changed them a bit, sorry Moony)

For @messedupmoon and @dannyphantom-justiceleauge

1. Dani

A child’s scream pierced the cold and foggy Gotham air. Batman averted his course. Protecting a life was more important than any jewels.

He landed on the roof just in time to see the dark haired girl collapses, the men in white surrounding her. The Dark Knight leaped, landing on the first. The others fell, as guardian shadows attacked.

In the time it took, the girl had backed to the alley wall. She, with small cuts and numerous burns, looked up at him. Her mud covered face stared in a mix of fear wonder, and hope. However, Batman was far more worried about the streaks of radioactive green.

“Are you alright?” The fear left her eyes at those words: she would let him help her.

“I’m okay, but Danny, they took him!”

She was right to trust him, for the Batman not only helped, but set in motion the course of events that would change many lives for the better.

2. ANGST!! Why did I agree to this

The order was given, he had no choice but to obey. The guards had fallen, and the red stained loot went in the bag. Three more, three more shops and he was done, for the night. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe, only feel, only know what his body was doing. He fought for control, gained no ground, and prayed the targets were empty, for he had no choice. Kill any who stand in your way.

___

The Flash arrived first and was taken down first. He’d tried to grab the creature, only to run straight through him. The red-eyed-being threw him and launched a bolt of green flame. While the fire did little, the momentum sent him flying into the wall. The sickening crunch of bone echoed in his skull.

Wonder Woman, Manhunter, Superman, even the Batman and Robin fought, none could beat him. Their only strength was numbers, against the overpowered teen, they were lucky no more deaths had occurred. Then luck ran out.

The room’s temperature dropped, the walls and floor turned to ice, its source stilled as freezing chains bound their wrists. For every link broken, one triple in size and strength replaced it. They were trapped.

___

If he freed them, they would again be in his way. He had no choice.

___

Their enemy had made a mistake. He’d forgotten the Flash, who’d mostly recovered from the concussion induced dase― mostly. Running wasn’t the best idea, running on ice was a worse idea. That left talking. So he talked, spewed out every ‘stop the villain from killing everyone’ speak he could think of.

___

It was like listening to someone when you’re underwater. You can’t understand a word they’re saying but the sound of it gives you something to focus on, a way to know where the surface lies. Now, breathing air, Danny could try to fight.

___

The Flash nearly laughed when the demon child turned to him, glowing red eyes flicked green. Success! The feeling was short lived. The red bled back in, and they were focused on him. Forgetting his lack of coordination, the Flash ran fell flat on his back. The boy floated towards him.  Spikes of ice were raised high, and shot, aimed at the speedster.

___

He knew what was happening, all from a glimps when the red had faded. No. Danny couldn’t let himself, but how? They were in his way? He fought hard, and gained another moment's control.

___

The shards flew backwards, slamming into the ghost-boy’s chest. Shock flowed through the team, as their bonds began to melt. Impaled in multiple places the phantom slumped to the ground, breaking dead silence, the green-eyed child whispered, “Save me.”

Before they flicked back to red.

3. Royalty

The Ghost King sat on his throne, only to crumble awkwardly to the ground as the summoning was completed.

There had been a brief moment where the child had looked regal, but now― sitting with his leg folded at an uncomfortable angle and staring confused at the League― he didn’t.

“What?” he exclaimed, sounding more like an exasperated teen being called by a parent, than supreme ruler of a spirit realm.

“This is the Ghost King?” Batman sent a pointed glance at Constantine.

“Yeah, s’up?” The ‘Duh’ evident in the royal’s voice, as he floated to a standing position. “If it’s the Box Ghost…”

The group struggled to believe what they witnessed. Constantine keeled before the boy, explaining the tower’s haunting. Before them stood a child, whose annoyance was fading to boredom, yet also there stood a king. Thin black armor glinted in the light of a flaming crown of ice. His cape fluttered in the tower’s nonexistent breeze, adding to the aura of power that dripped from him. The room was transfixed, until like shattering glass the fiend haunting the hero’s base screamed.

“BEWARE!” The monarch threw his hands in the air― “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”― and the League again saw a child.