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Me imagining Kanan and Toph meeting 🤣
i mean they have a lot to bond over!
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Self-aware!Cal Kestis
The idea was inspired mainly by the amazing work centralised around self aware AUs and of @where-dreamers-go specifically - their Leon piece is immaculate! Check the out
So, as i finally played through the Fallen Order, my obsession with another ginger character started, here are some ideas on how it might look like in this AU
P.S. I haven’t played Survival yet, possibly, so it is set vaguely during the first game and between it and the second one. Just imagine if we had more missions and planets to explore during the Fallen Order.
- The idea that the Force guides Jedi on their path was tought to Cal Kestis from the early age so I believe that opposite to most game characters, he might accept players existance much faster. Of course, in the beginning he will most likely be a bit confused upon becoming self-aware, but never actually openly hostile to the feeling of guidance from you.
- At first, he started assuming that it is really how the connection with the Force should be. After all, he has spend several years severed from it and as his last memories connected to the life of a Jedi’s apprentice were quite painful to say the least - he might just write it up as his mind not exactly recalling the feeling of a comforting presence within the Force.
- In his mind the player is connected to the Force no question in it as the strongest feeling of this presence he gets during those meditations in the places of Force.
- As a person who lost everyone and everything he knew in one moment, Cal sticks me as a person who will get fiercely attached to the people he knows - to the Mants crew, BD… well and now you, a gently guiding presence accompanying on his many missions.
- Cal asks Mantis crew if they also can feel you, player, in some way:
- Greeze just shrugged his shoulders and chuckles it all to “Jedi being Jedi”. As he … back to the cockpits ginger hears .. of phrases about the weird space magic and how this presence better not creep over him while he sleeps or is in the showers.
- Merlin (if she is part of the crew at this point) is less concerned with the mystery of you. Partially, that’s because of her upbringing as a night sister - she has read lots of ancient scrolls on different outworld entities and beings surpassing her peoples viewing of the world so the possibility of a player existing on a different place of existence is possible in her opinion. But partially, this might be just Merrin being herself.
- Cere is a bit baffled after her conversation with the young Jedi. She does not remember having any similar experience wielding the Force in her younger years. But at the same time she can’t say that she ever heard Siths having something similar on their dark path. But again she cannot say much to Cal except warn him to be on guard with this presence and as she stepped away from the paths of the Force herself long ago.
- Cal might get a bit defensive on your behalf from her warnings. After all, how can you be malicious when you help him so much!
Angel - Dean Winchester x Reader
Title: Angel
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word count: 2,694
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean and Reader are together but nobody knows. When Castiel catches them in a rather intimate moment secrets are revealed. What is going to happen?
A/N: I know I said I was gonna have Safe Pt. 3 up today but there was a slight change of plans so I am uploading this today instead.
“So get this-” Sam started speaking and you looked up from your book to him “-People have started dying under mysterious circumstances in a small town next to… Seattle” he said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the screen of his computer. “Yeah and?” Dean raised an eyebrow, expecting more than just that from his brother. You dared glance at Dean as he spoke and of course he caught your eyes on him. He turned his head to look at you and winked with a smirk. You stifled a giggle while putting a hand in front of your mouth. You tried looking back at Sam but you couldn’t avert your eyes from the older Winchester. You never could. No matter how many times before you had tried to do so you always found yourself captivated by him. His forest green eyes always managed to make your heart flutter and that smile of his made the butterflies dance like crazy in your stomach. You could not deny how you felt about him, not after five years of being hunting buds with him and Sam. You were in love with the green-eyed hunter and although that was a luxury no hunter could afford in their lives you could not ignore it either. The man himself was amazing. Sure, he had his flaws but who didn’t? Aside from being a stubborn ass and a total jerk he was… Dean. Selfless, kind and always willing to help. Not to mention how good looking he was. Nobody could ever deny that, just like you could not. You’ve had a crush on him ever since you met him and you soon caught yourself falling harder for him. Your feelings developed over the time, especially when you got to see his softer side. the side of himself that he never showed to the others. And soon you were unable to hide how you felt about him. He did flirt with you in the beginning, a lot, but then he, even, started acting differently. His hand lingering over you whenever he touched you. His hugs lasted a little longer than needed, especially when he had to save you from some hunt. His eyes would linger on your form longer than they should and you had caught him more than plenty of times looking at you when he thought that you didn’t notice him. His smiles towards you became more soft and warm than flirtatious like they used to be. And, then, there was that small glimmer in his eyes whenever he looked at you that you had never seen before. Needless to say one night, and after lots of drinks, with just you and him at the motel (Sam was in the library at that time) he confessed everything. It was impossible for you to believe it yet… you did. He looked so sincere that it was hard not to believe him. So you confessed to him that you felt the same way. Obviously it was just as hard for him to believe it but he was more than happy to know that you reciprocated his feelings. You formed a relationship just at that time and were happy with each other. You didn’t say anything though, not to Sam or Cas or anyone else for that matter. You wanted to have the right opportunity to tell them, anyway. Sam was Dean’s brother and Castiel was like a brother to you as well. He always took good care of you. So both you and Dean wanted to wait for the right time to come. Keeping it a secret was fun anyway, and sneaking around to see each other was hell of a lot more. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing - or attacking Dean with kisses - as he kept making suggestive faces that Sam, luckily, took no notice of. You kicked him under the table and saw a huge grin spread on his lips. A satisfied one at that. He bit his lip and winked at you and you internally groaned. Why did you even fall in love with this jerk in the first place you had no idea now. Or, well, maybe you did but who cared. Your head snapped to Sam’s direction when he spoke up “Well there is no connection to the victims. No apparent one, anyway. They all have different backgrounds, completely different personalities and there is no obvious pattern in their deaths” he said and you frowned deeply. You got up from your seat and made your way to Sam’s side. You sat on the empty seat next to him and in between Dean and him. You leaned closer to Sam to look at the computer screen. Dean did the same, bringing his chair close to yours, your shoulders touching, maybe to have a better view on the screen… Obviously not. You felt a hand rest on your knee and glancing at Dean you got your answer as to who’s hand that was (Not that there was any doubt anyway). The smirk on Dean’s face was impossible to hide especially when at the contact you jumped. “So what makes you think that it’s our kind of gig?” Dean’s rough voice was heard. It sounded so calm and collected as if nothing was going on. And was completely the opposite of how you felt right now. His hand moved higher to your thigh but you stopped him from going further. You caught his hand and held it tightly to keep him from moving, your fingers digging into his skin for sure. That only seemed to make Dean more satisfied though as the smirk only got bigger. “Well the condition that all the corpses were found in is what’s interesting” Sam said but you had a hard time paying attention to what he was saying. Dean was rubbing his thumb over your thigh and you literally felt going crazy at the feeling he was giving you right now. Goosebumps were created all over your skin and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “Hmh” you felt Dean’s low rumbling, which sounding more like a cat purring, on your back as his chest was pressed to you. You took in a breath, trying to collect yourself, but it came in as shaky and it gave away - to Dean at least - what you were feeling right now. “And what could that be?” Dean low and rough voice was heard right next to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek. “Well- ” Sam spoke “-all corpses that were found were distorted and had a look of pure horror on their faces. All of them” “Like in the movie, right?” you asked almost breathlessly. “Yeah like in The Ring.” he mumbled, eyes scanning over the screen. “Well-” Dean spoke and you took in a sharp inhale as he squeezed your thigh “-Don’t know about you but I would have a hell lot of fun if I got to kick that bitches, Samara’s, ass” you could literally hear the smirk in his voice but you knew that it was not about what he was saying but what he was doing. What he was doing to you. “We’ll see. I-” Sam said and suddenly got up, pushing his chair and gritting your teeth you removed Dean’s hand from your thigh, not wanting Sam to see anything “-am going to go for some more research. There’s a new library nearby. See ya” he said in a hurry, grabbing his jacket and the Impala keys that were nearby and walked towards the door. Once he exited you let out a small sigh of relief and taking in a breath you ran a hand through your hair. Your head snapped to Dean’s direction when his laughter were heard and you glared at him. “Seriously Dean?” you snapped at him looking with a furious look. “You- you should have seen your face!” he laughed out loudly “Priceless!” he clapped his hands and laughed more. You growled, frustrated (mostly after what he had just done to you) surely angry at how much he was enjoying this. “You fucking tease” you grumbled under your breath. Dean stopped laughing and opened his mouth to speak, probably to say something sassy considering the smirk on his face, but he only let out a sharp breath as you sat on his lap, legs on either side of his waist, and took firm hold of the hem of his plaid shirt. You didn’t say anything, you just crushed your lips to his and Dean, obviously, was quick to kiss back. You heard him let out a low growl of pleasure and then gasp when you moved on his lap. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue in his mouth, something he did not expect. Your tongue explored his mouth first and battled with his for dominance, this time you managed to win the battle and you smirked into the kiss. “Damn” he breathed out as soon as you pushed him away from the kiss. His eyes roamed your face and you could feel the sides of your mouth lift into a smirk as you took in the expression on his face. You finally understood what he meant by what he had previously said. This was what he had done previously to you. “Bedroom. Now.” you all-but-commanded and he was fast to obey. He took firm hold of your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist, and lifted you with ease. He licked his lips as he looked intensely at you and wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed his lips. You moved your lips from there to his jaw and then neck, quickly finding his soft spot and biting softly. He groaned and and tightened his hold on your legs. You soon entered his bedroom and you felt him throw you on the bed, him on top of you. He smirked at you before diving in to close the gap between you, his lips crashed to yours. His hands roamed your figure and they quickly made their way under your shirt, swiftly managing to remove it from you. He looked down at you with a pleased smile and you giggled at the smile on his face. “Somebody’s eager, huh?” you raised a playful eyebrow and he only growled in response. He leaned in to kiss you again, your lips moving in sink, as your hands made their way to his back. You slowly managed to remove his plaid shirt and he pulled away to take of his other shirt. He didn’t miss a beat to lean back in, though, and started attacking your neck with kisses. He licked and bit and you were sure that there was going to be a good bruise left there for you to cover the following day. You moaned in pleasure and arched your hips forward to meet his, earning a growl from the older hunter. Dean’s hands moved to your jeans and yours made their way to the waistline of his until- “What are you doing?!” came out in an almost shriek the voice of… Castiel? Your eyes snapped open and his eyes did the same. You pushed Dean away and turned your head to look at Castiel standing on the doorway with a horrified look on his face. “Cas, oh hey” you said with a nervous smile. “Cas, man. I’ve told you a thousand times. Knock!” Dean said with an exasperated look on his face. “What were you doing?!” Castiel repeated, completely ignoring what Dean said, glaring daggers at Dean. “Man” Dean sigh frustrated, running a hand down his face. “Dean?!” Castiel demanded. “Look, man. Sorry we haven’t told you anything but (Y/n) and I-” Dean started speaking only to be cut off by Castiel. “You were just about to have intercourse with my sister?!” he all-but-shouted, his eyes narrowed dangerously at Dean. Until of course they widened at the realization of what he had just said. “What?” you breathed out. Castiel shook his head and looked down “Wear your clothes, I need to talk with you. Especially you” he said and pointed a finger on Dean, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. You quickly got dressed and both stood in front of Castiel. Dean crossed his arms over his chest but shifted uncomfortably under Castiel’s look. “Cas, what did you just say?” you asked, voice soft “I’m- I’m your sister?” He looked from Dean to you and his gaze immediately softened. He let out a sigh and looked down at his feet “Yes” he breathed out “You- you were an angel created in heaven during the same period of time I was. We were basically created together which made our bond even stronger. However when things started going wrong on heaven I told you to come to Earth with me in fear that something was going to happen to you. To make sure, though, I erased your memories so you would think you were human.” he said with an apologetic look in his eyes. “So… that means that I’m an angel?” you asked with a smile and he nodded “And you’re my brother? I have a brother?” you asked again in disbelief. “Many, in fact, but yes anyway” he smiled softly and you let out a chuckle, quickly closing the gap with him and wrapping your arms around him. You pulled away and saw that his eyes were focused on something else behind you - someone else in fact. “Uh Cas-” you started speaking, glancing between him and your boyfriend, but Castiel cut you off. “(Y/n), can you please leave us alone for a while?” he asked, voice stern and eyes focused on Dean all the time. “I uh-” you let out a sigh “Yeah, sure” You glanced at Dean reluctantly and exited the room, closing the door behind you. “Look Cas-” Dean started speaking only to be cut off by Castiel taking hold of the hem of his shirt and lifting him, slamming him against the wall. “Whoa whoa hey, Cas, no man. No. Listen man. Just hear me out” Dean tried to calm him down. “No, you hear me out Dean Winchester” Castiel said gritting his teeth, the fierce look in his eyes made Dean shudder. There were a few times that he had to see this look directed at him, many more directed at others, but every time he felt himself shudder in the most unpleasant way. “That is my sister” he pointed to the way you had left from “And if you so much as dare to do something that will hurt her then be sure that I’m not going to let it go by” “Cas, you know I wouldn’t” Dean chocked out “Her and I are together, Cas. We are together and I- you know how I feel about her. I would never hurt her” “I know how you feel about her, I always have but if you so much as do anything to harm her or anything not proper then, as you would say, I’m going to hunt down your ass and make sure you pay for it in the most painful way.” he said with narrowed eyes, glaring at him. He let go of Dean and the hunter stumbled back as he tried to gain his balance. “Cas, she’s a grown woman” Dean tried to reason him only for Castiel to narrow his eyes at him. “That does not mean anything Dean. You-” he pointed a finger at him “-are not going to make her do anything she doesn’t want to, you hear me?” “Fine fine” Dean raised his hands in fake surrender “Not that she didn’t want it anyway” he mumbled under his breath. “Listen, I care about her Cas. A lot.” Dean cleared his throat “I would never hurt her or force her into anything. I will just do my best to make her happy. I know that I don’t deserve her and honestly I don’t know how I got so lucky but- know that I will do all that I can to not screw this up” Castiel was reluctant but finally let a smile rest on his face, and gave Dean a small nod. “I know that you will take care of her Dean.” he said putting a hand on his shoulder and Dean smiled as well. “Just like I hope you know that I’m going to throw you back in the pit if something happens to her” Castiel said with a smile and Dean let out a chuckle. “I know, Cas. I know”
a recent sketch of my monster!simon but like.. near the most 'human' he can look. i'll post the other wip and thoughts below a cut, and a speedpaint!! but.. can u see his mouse split.. ehehe
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Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!
I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.
But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.
Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.
Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!
And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.
But then he tries to leave.
Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.
Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.
Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.
But either way, it doesnt work.
He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.
Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.
He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.
Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.
He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.
And he is trapped.
And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.
After hes been more or less kidnapped.
He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.
And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).
but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!
Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!
He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!
He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.
Most importantly, he knows their goals
But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.
And has no idea what they want
And Danny just freezes up
This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.
You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue
I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat
Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.
And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.
I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”
JL would not be happy about any of his responses.
Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day
He watched as Constantine finished the chalk circle, double checking all the little symbols and lines. It was more intricate than what Batman would have thought, but he only dabbled in magic when necessary; able to perform it sure but didn’t have a talent for it. “You’re sure this will work?”
“I’m sure it’ll summon the protector spirit and keep it contained until we can explain the situation.” Constantine answered. “Alright, stand back.”
The circle began to glow.
Off in the distance, Batman could hear the fight that was still ongoing. A cult that worshiped a deity of death had managed to summon a being known as The Ghost King. His forces only had a handful of standout powers, but the rest were undead skeletal being that pulled themselves back together after being downed. They needed to take out the King in order to stop the hoards, but the hoards prevented enough of them to get to the King to really fight him. Superman might have been able to save the day if their enemy wasn’t magic based. Wonder Woman came in on her day off, but she couldn’t handle both the King and the Fright Knight.
Constantine had conveniently remembered that while the Ghost King that had all but taken over a dimension known as the Infinite Realms, was defeated twice. First by a counsel of ancients no one remembered the identities of, and when he’d been released by some fool looking for power, was defeated by a singular protector spirit with a known name.
The circle suddenly burst into a pillar of flame and in the center of it stood a singular being.
He tilted their head at Constantine and looked annoyed. There was an echo to his voice, layered over itself in what Batman recognized as a translation spell, the original language echoed by the translation. “Wow, can’t say I was expecting to get summoned by I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Not-A-Conman and a living Spirit Halloween costume tonight, but here we are.”
Batman looked at Constantine. “That looks like a teenager.”
“Protector spirits like to either look big and scary or like someone you’re more likely to trust.” Constantine shrugged. “It does seem really into the role though.”
“Hey, fellas,” the spirit waved his hand to get their attention, “it’s a school night and I’ve got homework to ignore. So lets get this sleepover over with.”
“You really a protector spirit? They tend to be more…” Constantine waved his hand in a circle and started walking around the magic circle, examining the ghost. “…pleasant to talk to.”
The ghost squinted at him, “Then you must have the wrong guy! I'll just leave-” He walked up to the warding wall and tried to walk through it. He hit it and stared at it, then pressed his hand against it and was clearly trying to get through it.
“Not going to work, mate.” Constantine said and came to a stop in front of where the ghost was trying to get out. “Even if you’re not the spirit we were aiming to summon, you can’t leave until we say so.”
The ghost looked far too convincingly panicked. He tried to claw through the spell, push his feet through the floor, and tried to fly up just to be knocked back by the containment spell’s lid.
Constantine must have sensed Batman’s misgivings, because he said, “Don’t worry, the containment will hold.”
“That’s not what has me worried.”
“Yeah, yeah, I bungled the spell and got the wrong guy…” Constantine gave him a tilted smile to hide his disappointment in himself. “Or maybe this trickster spirit thought it would be funny to disrupt my summoning. Either way, we’re wasting time with Pariah Dark out there destroying the world.”
Batman was about to add that he was also uncomfortable with a being that looked like a kid, and on the slightest chance might actually be a kid, looked like they were on the verge of a panic attack.
“Pariah?” The spirit stopped and stared at them with wide eyes, glowing toxic green, and seemingly on the verge of tears.
Constantine nodded, “Yeah, we were trying to summon the protector spirit that defeated him a while back, but we got you instead.”
The kid looked like he just got slapped in the face. “I – no, you got the right guy. I’m Phantom.”
“You?” Constantine asked with an air of disbelieving condescension. “You’re the protector spirit that defeated Pariah Dark?”
“I had some help.” Phantom replied. “Is that what you want? You’ll let me go if I fight Pariah again?”
Constantine looked between Phantom and Batman – thought Batman didn’t do or say anything, paranormal negotiations were why Constantine was there. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we want.”
Batman watched the looks on Phantom’s face, he was terrified but resigned. He glanced between the two of them. “Okay.”
Once the official agreement is made, Danny felt the invisible walls disappear. He shot into the sky in relief, but couldn't escape the tug on the tip of his tail and the squeeze on his core.
A magical chain, each link a word of their deal.
The squeeze on his core would get tighter and tighter the longer he didn't fight.
Not that Danny was unwilling to join the battle - he'd never turn away from a group of people who needed his help.
Still, it stung. The magician could have simply asked for his assistance. The combination of confidence and assumption, how he talked about the circle and explained away his age, reminded Danny of his parents. In their unshakable belief that ghosts were creatures of instincts and not rational beings. At least the magician treated him as sentient, but there'd been an edge there. Like he didn't believe a ghost would willingly help humanity. Like he was evil or just selfish.
Danny knew his parents' opinions were common. He faced them every day around the dinner table, but it still hurt coming across heroes who believed the same.
The bind on his core tightened. Danny turned his attention to the battle below. There were no fleeing civilians, already cleared out or crushed. Instead, the streets and sky swarmed with ghostly skeletons and brightly colored heroes. There were a lot more heroes fighting than Danny had ever seen, but most of them struggled against enemies that could turn intangible at will. Fright Knight laughed as his sword sent a hero dressed like a cowboy to the Nightmare Zone. At least this league of heroes seemed to have developed a strategy of dodge the hits and protect the mages.
Danny turned to Pariah Dark. He moved slow, following Fright Knight and the foreguard of skeletons. Grinning, the ghost ran a gauntlet through a building, glass falling to the street below like a rain of glitter.
Last time they fought, Danny had time and a plan and a team. He could make a plan now - take out Fright Knight who was rapidly diminishing ranks, rally the flying, strong hitting heroes to serve as a distraction - but the bond around his core squeezed again.
He promised to fight Pariah Dark. The sooner the better, because the longer he delayed, the more he'd risk his core. Soon, the band would be more than just uncomfortable.
Danny swallowed. Took a lungful of air. Looked at the moon, the one celestial object he could see in the late afternoon without squinting.
Clockwork had told him about summoning contracts. Danny knew what would happen as soon as the deal was offered.
He'd fight Pariah without his friends. Without the help of other ghosts. Without the ecto-skeleton suit. Without the Sarcophagus and Key nearby to lock him away again.
He'd fight, and he'd lose.
Dying in a ghost fight is a fear he faces before. He'd take it, took it, in a heartbeat over being trapped by someone who couldn't see the good in him.
Danny called ectoplasm to his fist and prepared to slam it into Pariah's face.
Pariah tanks the punch that was going to be the last he wasn't going to see coming. He turned his attention to his assailant and sees the halfa who defeated him last time, but something's different. He's not wearing the exo-suit he had last time, and after a quick scan of the area, he confirmed that the kid's allies aren't around. The dark king didn't get to know the kid well, but he was sure that his defeator wouldn't fight him at a disadvantage like this willingly. He pushed the kid away so he could sense the condition of his core.
There's a command bond. Some loonatic summoned and trapped the young halfa and is making him fight, or else that bond shatters his core.
Pariah may not be a kind king. He's a selfish dictator who wishes to control both the realm of the living and the dead. But there are some things that no one will get away with, somethings that will convince his goal on the backburner so he can make them right. One of which is risking the core of a ghost, especially a young one who earned his respect on the battlefield. He had to make this fast.
Danny flew back toward the king as the battle continued. The bond on his core not tightening as long as they're locked in battle.
"Who did this to you?" Pariah asked, pulling his punches a bit so the kid is able to answer him.
"Why do you care?"
"You earned my respect last time we fought young one. I'm not going to let someone get away with doing this to you"
This made Danny stop fighting for a second, only for him to wince and clutch his chest. Pariah realized what was happening, and he started fighting again. This time, to protect the protector, not that Phantom knew that yet.
"Now I ask again, who is making you fight me with such a severe disadvantage like this"
".....it was the guys who are currently fighting fright knight"
"And dying to my hand is preferable to being trapped with them?"
"I already live with people who will never see ghosts as anything but mindless fighting machines. But at least I'm able to run away if staying with them ever becomes dangerous. But I refuse to be trapped in a circle with costumed assholes who share those opinions. Permi-death is better than that existance. And you'll probably be less painful than the bond shattering me, so...."
Phantom laughed to himself, well more of a small chuckle, "What's funny is that if they just treated me like a person and asked, I would have gotten the suit and fought you for real."
"Are you really going to let me take over the living world after I finish you?"
"Of course not. I already notified Plasmus and the others, and they'll defeat you. I'm just minimizing the damage you can do until they get here."
"Clever."
Superman was listening to the exchange and was horrified at the realization of what they've done. The protector they summoned was practically committing suicide because he didn't want to be trapped by them. The kid, oh god, it's an actual kid, was going to be destroyed because of them. The horror of what they've done quickly shifted to fear for his own life as the king glared at him.
Pariah Dark turned back to the halfa, "I accept that I'm likely going to lose to your friends. They're not going to fight me in a one-on-one like you did when you defeated me, but I'll probably going to lose to them as a team. But as they're preparing, I'm not going to let you die. We need a rematch as equals one day."
Danny was stunned silent and stopped fighting only for Pariah to reach into his chest and snap the bond. Relief flooded Danny's body, and he passed out. The dark king caught the limp kid and ordered his Fright Knight to him. As he gently handed the young protector to his knight, two white rings formed around his body, tuning him human.
"Take Phantom to the Far Frozen to heal, then return to my keep. Some information has come to light, and it is likely that my conquest will have to continue another day."
Fright Knight was confused but complied. After he left for the Far Frozen, Pariah turned to the colorful idiots. It was time to have a chat with them about command bonds and how they treated his future successor.
Skeletons paused their mad scrambles against the 'Heroes', as their King raised his hand in a gesture they had rarely ever seen him use. The war around them halted.
Then, the ghost's bellowing began.
"First, you create a permanent door between our worlds, intruding on our lands, and attack my people. Second, you abuse and assault the protector spirit who made it his duty to protect humanity, in spite your folly and that he was used as a human sacrifice to stabilize the portal. Third, your enstate laws, called the 'Anti-Ecto Acts', that sanction the capture, torture, and permanent End of those of our dimension. Fourth, your government tries to send a nuclear missile into our dimension. Fifth, you continuously reject any form of peace treaty my people try to negotiate."
He glared into the eyes of as many mortals as he could face, as his head slowly swiveled about the impromptu battlefield.
"And now -after your own people summon me, in their own greed to take over this wretched ball of mud- you kidnap, bind, abuse, assault, and threatened a child of mine! Force him to do battle! A child not even a year dead! A child whose soul you nearly destroyed!"
The King's flames flared and grew, as did his agitation and disgust.
"You gave him no weapons! No armour! No plan! No allies!"
He started to march forwards, skeletons parting like the Red Sea, towards the one he heard be called 'The Bat'.
"You dragged him away from his Haunt! His Fraid! His Grave! Then, you enslave him. Under the threat of shattering his Core! His very Soul!"
He knew the man's allies drew closer.
Let them.
He's mad enough to beat them with their own limbs and leave them Death-less and suffering.
"He is the only one who wanted to save this world. He is the only one stopping me from wiping this entire dimension away. He is the only reason I did not start a war sooner. Do you even know how and why he was initially able to defeat me in combat?"
"No."The Bat looked at him through the narrowed eyes of his cowl. But their was guilt eating away at the man. He could taste it.
"That boy, barely three months dead, is created in a completely different manner than most ghosts. While most Obsessions are based in a Ghost's desire to have power, his was formed out of a duty he appointed to himself. He died, shielding his friends from the blast that created the permanent portal. He died to create a bridge. And then, miraculously, he revived. He lived. Yet, he was still dead. Perfect," the King spat, "in his creation. A part of both our Realms. The beating heart of a human and the Core of a Ghost. He bears both blood and ectoplasm."
He knew he was bragging to soothe his Rage and Fire. He knew that he could not act irrational when it came to this situation. It was not his jurisdiction, unless he defeated Phantom in combat.
In fair combat, as Pariah's pride would accept no less
"And, above all else, feeds on love and kindness. Where most of our kind feeds on vices and negative emotions, he feeds on virtues and positive emotions. If even one of you had been kind to him, or felt any consideration towards him, he would have been significantly stronger. Do you even know the many accomplishments he's achieved? How many times he's saved your world, at the cost of his health and well being? Do you know how many times this child died by his own will so that he could use his very Soul to protect this dimension?"
A woman, who seemed to be wearing a modern take on Roman and Greek armor, spoke as she reached the Bat's side. Pariah squinted at her, recognizing where her power came from.
"We do not, Ghost King."
"Of course you don't, grand daughter of Kronos. As a being closer to our kin, mayhaps you'll recognize the Ancient names? Of Vortex. Of Undergrowth. Of Nocturne. Of Frostbite. Of your own grand father, who now goes by Clockwork. Of Pandora, from your Themiskyra. Of the Observents, who watch over all. And of I, Pariah Dark, High King of the Infinite Realms. Though, you're title of Ghost King is not incorrect. As all Unquiet dead are under my rule."
His glare hardened.
"A child, who repeatedly called the supposed heroes of this world for aid. Who was ignored, hunted, persecuted, and beaten. Now I add 'enslaved', given your recent war crimes."
"We had no knowledge of any of these things you accuse us of."
"You have no knowledge on one of your people enslaving the Prince of the Infinite Realms? Forcing him to fight? When, if asked, he would have aided you."
The one, who beared the shield with an S in it on his clothes, asked. "I heard you say that it was hurting his Core? And that he was being forced to commit suicide by fighting you?"
"If I had truly intended on Ending him, he would cease to exist. But, he doesn't realize my adoption of him forbids me from doing so. Unless he directs another Challenge to me. To which I get to decide if the challenge is to the End or just until defeat. I also can't destroy this world as a whole, unless I defeat him in fair combat. Sending him to fight me while he's injured, sick, scared, and without even a shield is genuinely disturbing. A child! I know your kind is incapable of seeing anyone other than yourselves as worthy of basic decency. Yet your ilk parades how you uphold justice!"
"I just received information." The Bat interrupted. "The Anti-Ecto Acts are in direct violation of the Meta Protection Acts. We will have them dismantled, and the Ghost Investigation Ward tried and sentenced. Is it possible to still talk about the peace treaties you mentioned before? We had never received them. There is a media black out that the GIW set up to prevent any of us from finding out or meditating."
"That will be up to the child. The only exception is the one who made the binding to shatter the Prince's soul. He will be tried by me, Kronos, and the other Ancients, as well as the High Council and the denizens of the Infinite Realms, to be dealt his punishment and sentenced for his war crimes."
"You keep saying that. May I ask what war crimes you are referring to?" The demi-goddess asked.
"Crimes against the High Prince of the Infinite Realms, as well as dignitaries of peace. And, the threats of erasing a Soul through Core shattering, which is considered the worst crime of our people as it's considered unnecessary torture. Especially since the Prince is part of an endangered species. Being one of only two, he is probably the very last of his kind that will exist, unless he has a Neverborn. Which is borderline impossible, as his species is nearly completely sterile on both ends of Life and Death."
One of the skeletons rattled.
Violently.
Everyone turned to face the shivering figure of bones.
"For-fogive me, your Majesty. But- the Prince has-has two Neverborn. I-heard of it. Through the Prince's usual battle partners. It was but a few months back. The Guys in White, as many of our people began to refer them to, had a hand in experimenting on this Prince. Under the orders of Masters. Their machines forced the Prince into having multiple Neverborn. Most of which were ended before even being a day old. At least, that is what I have heard. One survived the initial creation and was stabilized by the Prince. Another was from a different timeline, where they had destroyed all life on Earth after the Prince was Ended. Kronos allowed the Prince to create a body for them to exist in this timeline."
The silence was deafening.
"I... need to go check the Prince is becoming stable. Then, I will be back to collet the Neverborn royals that still exist. Once the Prince is healthy enough, I will hand over investigations to the High Council."
Debates and negotiations were never Pariah's forte. And he knew that much of what was said by the skeleton was probably gossip with little to no truth. On the off chance it was, though? He needed to make sure Phantom wasn't going to fade completely.
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Leonzilla AU
Here's the rest of the crew! I'll draw Ada and Saddler later, but for now here's Carlos, Jill, Wesker, Rebecca, Claire, and Krauser!
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If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
Hello! How are you doing today? I have a yandere Vader request for you because I heard you write yandere Vader very well. So how would he react to his darling angel somehow getting kidnapped and held for ransom? Does he pay it or see red and kill?
How would Yandere! Darth Vader react to his darling getting kidnapped?
Warning: Yandere behaviour and death
Here’s a head-cannon for you! I hope it’s good enough. I’m currently sick ughhhh.
Surely the Sith Lord would be pissed off to the brink. His head full of images of having his hands around the rebellions necks that were responsible for kidnapping you. He will squeeze the life out of each one of them slowly and painfully.
They would writhe in agony and regret the decisions they had made against him.
However I also know that Vader would feel vulnerable. He couldn’t bare the thought of you getting hurt because of your close relationship to him.
You were after all the only thing that held importance towards him. He would be cautious with planning his attack however once he would be sure that you could not be hurt by your kidnappers then pray to the force that their deaths would not be too agonising.
Lord Vader would have them pay for taking his darling away. He would torture their bodies and mind. No one takes what is his and gets away alive with it.
His red eyes would be burning with pure hate. Hate to shred these creatures that dared to hurt you and cross him.
But do not worry. He’ll be sure to take extra special care of you after you’re safe. His darling went through so much due those stupid rebel scum.
Ah heck, let's make it a trio! Yan Vader with the reader from our world 🥹👉👈
Yandere! Darth Vader with an isekaid darling
Isekai (Japanese: 異世界, transl. 'different world', 'another world', or 'other world') is a sub-genre of fiction. It includes novels, light novels, films, manga, webtoons, anime, and video games that revolve around a person or people who are transported to and have to survive in another world.
Warning: Obsessive behaviour and imprisonment
Okay… because I like writing it a lot too!
Vader being a Sith Lord, he could probably sense that your force energy was different in a sense when you entered this universe.
It caused a small breach somewhere within the force that he could feel along with his master.
Darth Sidious would sent his apprentice on a mission, to discover what was causing this disruption and thereby solve it.
Darth Vader was lead to a forgotten Sith world, but really how did you end up there?
Why would the universe sent you to a Sith world of all planets? It’s a deserted place which only the Sith rarely sought out.
As if you couldn’t get more unlucky, Darth Vader himself was currently searching for you on the planet.
You had never planed on meeting a Sith Lord and you weren’t planning on coming out of your hiding spot and finding out.
He could easily kill you!
Unfortunately, an invisible force levitated you upward, bringing you face to face with the dark Lord of the Sith himself.
“Where do you come from, girl?”
That’s how you unfortunately met Darth Vader, yet surprisingly he hadn’t killed you off whilst you were under his detainment on the Executor.
He threw many questions your way and for the sake of your own life you answered them.
Lord Vader wasn’t used to someone being this compliant, because he was used to Jedi or foolish rebels resisting him, until he broke their minds.
Darth Vader would need some time to get to know his darling, maybe he would want to use their knowledge for his own gain.
He isn’t a man that would open his heart up to just anyone however as I’ve said before in the other parts, your appearance causes anomalies in the timeline.
Secretly Vader also wants to know about you personally a bit more, but he would ever admit that out loud.
You were unique and Vader tolerated your uniqueness and presence.
You would end up becoming his secretary. He couldn’t lose an asset like you.
Vader would seek out your presence and would eventually feel the sensation he hadn’t experienced in years back in his scarred heart.
Vader’s love, in any form, is already obsessive, at least that’s my opinion.
He can’t lose someone like you, again. You were the only person that his empty soul longed for.
His past would cause him to make decisions that would influence your freedom, for example keeping you safe from the cruel outside world. You don’t know your way around this universe, after all. All the more reasons to keep you by his side.
The Sith Lord wouldn’t admit his feelings at first until he would crack. Even then he would admit his twisted love for you in his own way and words.
Attachments were a weakness to be used against him, but he didn’t care anymore.
Vader had existed for so long with hatred, grief and anger. Perhaps it was a gift of the force that brought you to him.
Believe it or not, the Sith Lord was planning on cherishing it very delicately.
MDNI
REBEL!READER dueling UNBURNT!VADER in his quarters of the Death Star.
MINORS DNI 18+
It takes DARTH VADER a while to get hard. His dick a mess of psychological wounds and machinery of his own design means you’ll have to warm him up to it. All day you’ve been hinting at what you want through your usual means. He recognizes how you hover around him, and participates in your banter that gradually morphs into flirting—which often looks like you scolding him playfully for saying something dirty under his breath. He gets the picture. After you’ve set the stage, you put on something alluring. Let him feast his eyes on something easily consumable, let his dick fill out in its own time after watching you wear something he likes. Mindfully, you approach him, and touch what you’re allowed to touch. Palms graze down his shoulders, and go for a squeeze of his bicep. You press your chest to his, so he’s given a generous view of your curves swelling in your form-fitting outfit. All of this show is to help him lean into it, let him get used to it. He needs a lot of notice. And if you time it all right, and check all the boxes, you can coax him to attention. Soon, he’ll have you on your back and tailbone hanging over the edge of a surface just so it’s accessible while he stands. Codpiece long since removed, that cock you so lovingly tended to all day takes you apart from the inside.
His Last Light (Yandere! Darth Vader x GN! reader)
Summary: The evil Sith Lord Darth Vader gains an interest in an officer after a rare act of kindness.
Warning: Yandere / dark themes. violence, manipulation and power imbalance.
I hope it’s okay. I’m trying to find more ideas but it’s difficult. I missed Vader.
Being an officer of the Empire was not an easy job. The Academy on Coruscant had demanded everything from you, your time, your effort, your home. You had left your planet behind to pursue the uniform, hoping to make your family proud.
But the longer you served, the more you saw. The Empire was not the shining order it claimed to be. Its officers were relics of the Republic or men and women desperate for a steady income. Most starships functioned not through loyalty but through fear.
Especially the one where you were stationed now. The Executor.
The colossal Star Dreadnought was both a rare honor and an immense challenge. Its bridge was similar in design to other destroyers you had trained on, but everything here felt heavier, more advanced, more suffocating.
And then there was the commander of this vessel, the most feared enforcer in the galaxy. Lord Vader.
Whispers of him spread through the crew like a sickness, officers executed without hesitation, subordinates strangled for failure, entire ranks living in quiet terror of his presence. You resolved to do everything possible to avoid his notice.
Your first day had been spent shadowing another officer. He gave you curt instructions, answered your questions, but there was something about him, about all of them, that unsettled you. They moved like ghosts, hollowed out by fear. You swore to yourself you would not become one of them.
You had been raised to believe in cheer, in optimism. A positive outlook could push you through the hardest times. So you carried that light with you, even here, even on the bridge of the most dreadful warship in the galaxy.
You did your work diligently. You smiled. You tried to speak with the others, to spark conversation. Most dismissed you with a glare or a flick of the hand.
And that was when he noticed.
The Sith Lord’s attention was subtle at first, the weight of his gaze pressing on your shoulders, the red lenses fixed on you longer than they should have been. You showed him respect, did your duty, and carried on with your day. But your refusal to let the gloom consume you stirred something deep within him.
He had not felt true kindness since he had been sealed in the black coffin of his suit. Your small courtesies, your polite words, so unremarkable among others, were to him utterly alien.
It was a quiet day when it happened. You were alone on the bridge with only a datapad, poring over the ship’s schematics. His shadow fell across you before you heard him.
That sound. The mechanical breathing, steady, relentless, filling the silence.
You looked up. Darth Vader himself loomed there, crimson eyes locked onto yours.
Your throat tightened, but your voice was clear. “Greetings, Lord Vader!” You saluted.
He did not answer at once. His breathing filled the cavernous bridge, slow and unbroken. Then, in that deep, resonant voice that seemed to split the air itself.
“You are unfamiliar with this vessel.”
Your datapad trembled faintly in your hands. “Yes, sir. I was searching for the communication link, I couldn’t locate it in this layout.”
He turned his head, the heavy helmet angling toward the console in question. He moved with deliberate slowness, as though testing you with the silence that stretched between each sound of his respirator.
Finally, he said simply. “There.”
Relief rushed through you. “Thank you, Lord Vader.”
The words left your lips without hesitation. A genuine smile tugged at your mouth as you looked up at him.
And for the briefest moment, he stilled. It had been decades since anyone had spoken those words to him without fear, without calculation. Your smile lit something long buried within the charred remains of his heart.
From that moment, you were no longer just another officer. You were different.
A blooming flower among the withered.
He admired your courage. Your kindness. And he would not allow it to be crushed.
Vader’s interest revealed itself in subtle ways at first. His gaze lingered. His imposing form drew closer to your station on the bridge more often than coincidence could explain. His presence became constant, a weight you carried with every report and every datapad.
You began to notice how he treated you differently than the others. He listened when you spoke. He tolerated mistakes that would have meant death for anyone else.
Why?
You didn’t know. And you could not know the truth, that behind the lenses, behind the mask, a wicked plan was forming.
Vader would not allow the galaxy to taint you. He would not let innocence be poisoned. He would claim you for himself.
His wrath was legendary. But his interest? His interest was far more dangerous.
The bridge had grown colder in the weeks since his first notice of you. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. Officers whispered behind closed doors, casting furtive glances at your station. You had assumed it was admiration, or perhaps envy. You began to realize it was fear.
Vader’s presence was omnipresent now. Even when he was not physically on the bridge, you could feel him in every corner, in the hum of the systems, in the subtle shifts of the Star Dreadnought’s rhythm. You began to adjust your behavior automatically, careful not to provoke a reaction, careful to remain always within the parameters he had unconsciously, or deliberately, set for you.
It started small. Extra attention to your reports. Questions that seemed benign, but lingered long enough to measure your reactions. Occasionally, he would appear at your door without announcement, and you would jump at the sound of his respirator, only to find him silently observing, studying, weighing. His approval became a reward more intoxicating than any commendation the Empire could give.
But then the boundary began to shift.
Your meals were subtly controlled, trays left at your quarters contained exactly what he deemed appropriate, as though testing whether you would eat or refuse. Your quarters were “cleaned” with his eyes in mind, no disarray, no trace of chaos that could touch you. Even the officers around you became more cautious, treating you with a combination of reverence and suspicion.
He began speaking in quiet, deliberate tones that no one else heard. Occasionally, at night when you returned to your quarters, a datapad would be waiting with a brief message: “Do not endanger yourself. I am watching.” It was polite, protective… and terrifying.
You noticed, too, the way he would intercept orders or tasks that might place you in danger. Another officer would be reassigned, a mission rerouted, always before you knew you had been at risk. Sometimes you suspected coincidence. Other times, you were sure he had engineered the outcome.
And the looks. Oh, the looks. Behind the mask, behind the crimson lenses, there was an intensity you could feel, fixation that bordered on obsession. When he observed you, it was not curiosity or mere inspection. It was ownership. Possession.
Then came the first moment you realized just how deep his intent ran.
You had been sent to inspect the lower decks, accompanied by two other junior officers. A minor systems failure caused a small explosion near the reactor chamber. Alarms blared. Smoke filled the corridor. Officers panicked.
Vader appeared moments later, seemingly from nowhere, sweeping through the chaos with lethal precision. His attention was immediately on you. He reached for one of the panicked officers who had shouted your name in alarm, and with a flick of the Force, threw him against the bulkhead. The man crumpled silently.
“You are unharmed.” Vader stated, his voice calm, almost tender, yet carrying the weight of threat that could crush entire fleets.
You nodded quickly, swallowing the terror that bubbled in your chest. And for the first time, you truly understood, his devotion was not abstract. It was absolute. Protective. Deadly.
That night, in the quiet of your quarters, you could almost hear him outside your door. The air seemed to carry the weight of his presence. And though fear prickled along your spine, a strange comfort settled in your chest. He would not allow harm to come to you. No one would.
But at what cost?
Vader’s obsession was a shadow over every aspect of your life. You were safe. Safer than you had ever been. But the freedom you once took for granted, the ability to choose, to move, to interact, was slowly being eclipsed by his relentless guardianship.
And you knew, deep down, that once someone captured his attention like this… there was no turning back.
Because Darth Vader always gets what he wants. And he had already decided, you were his.
Turns out geckos are great for night fury anatomy
Kissing Simon and he melts in your touch because he's touch starved
rb if you agree