helnight:

oh to be a statue of a goddess covered in moss, somewhere in the garden of the enchanted ruins the castle left behind, for birds to take rest on my shoulders and for animals to sleep in front of my feet, for no ordinary humans to be reached

oh to be a statue covered in moss who shakes off the day with a shiver of granite and marble, a skitter of shale, who steps through a garden somewhere, enchanting the ruins of a forgotten castle, bringing dreams to the sleeping beasts, with arms wide and welcome for those few scant humans in need of the sun’s warmth still held in my stone

grimalkinmessor:

My fellow writers reblog this with the rawest line of dialogue you have ever written thank you

“He cut himself on my jagged edges as I bled agony into the world and said ‘I want him and him alone.’”

Voidborn

Hey all, I’ve officially begun a new Danny Phantom AU: Space Core Danny, the Eldritch Edition.

I’m mostly writing short prompts and thoughts for the moment, but I might put together a full fic. We’ll see where the inspiration takes me. For now, enjoy the newest installment!

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When the portal flared to life, Danny didn’t fall to the floor or stumble from the machine or any number of things one might expect from encountering death. He did hear himself scream, did learn the agony of harboring lightning within his bones, did feel the unmaking of his very being, but only vaguely, as if watching an old projection movie from far, far away.

No, in that moment, Danny changed.

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Read the full piece on Ao3.

loreshark:

The Pond

Today I went out in the woods

Behind my house

Far down the lane.

I passed the old abandoned mill

The three stone walls

My favorite glade.

I crossed the narrow winding creek

That never stays in place

And found myself a little pond

That sparkled in the shade.

I sat beside it for a while

In waving grass and

Stalks of cane.

I threw a stone to count its fall

Into the depths

Down far below.

The ripples bloomed an inky red

So dark it stained my feet

And then I knew what I had done

I’d made an old god bleed.

You ever just get hit with a random fic thought? Yeah, me too. Here’s some Danny Phantom goodness.

Space Kids Club

(Inspired by Stove’s awesome ART!)

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Sometimes, after a messy fight and the sting of new wounds and the chorus wailing of humans and police sirens and the flash-bang camera lights of wannabe reporters mixing with the dizzy whirl of emergency blues and reds and ecto green… sometimes it was easy to miss the little things, the tiny quiet things, in the loud and the bright and the chaos.

Like a kid, curled into a ball in the back of an alley, too scared to cry or move or hardly breathe. It was easy to look right past the scraped knees and dirty elbows, the missing shoe, the ectoplasmic handprint on the back of their shirt.

Poor thing might as well have been invisible.

But you see, Danny knew how these big fights usually went, knew how quickly the eyes turned towards the spectacle, how quickly everything else was forgotten.

He’d been there.

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Read the full piece on Ao3: HERE

The Pond

Today I went out in the woods

Behind my house

Far down the lane.

I passed the old abandoned mill

The three stone walls

My favorite glade.

I crossed the narrow winding creek

That never stays in place

And found myself a little pond

That sparkled in the shade.

I sat beside it for a while

In waving grass and

Stalks of cane.

I threw a stone to count its fall

Into the depths

Down far below.

The ripples bloomed an inky red

So dark it stained my feet

And then I knew what I had done

I’d made an old god bleed.

loreshark:

So I had a thought: Undertale soulmate AU with a little angsty twist.

Basically, soul marks show up sometimes (little things that are important to the other person; an echo flower or a hat or a favorite book). They’re like a little stamp of the other person’s magic, something they’d recognize immediately if they were nearby.

Thing is, every once in a blue moon, soul marks show up that don’t make sense. See, if you look close enough, you can feel the magic in the mark, like an afterimage. But these marks, they don’t feel like anything. They might as well be spontaneous tattoos.

Imagine being a monster, trapped in the underground, finally finding a soul mark somewhere on your body… only to realize your soulmate is human.

So I had a thought: Undertale soulmate AU with a little angsty twist.

Basically, soul marks show up sometimes (little things that are important to the other person; an echo flower or a hat or a favorite book). They’re like a little stamp of the other person’s magic, something they’d recognize immediately if they were nearby.

Thing is, every once in a blue moon, soul marks show up that don’t make sense. See, if you look close enough, you can feel the magic in the mark, like an afterimage. But these marks, they don’t feel like anything. They might as well be spontaneous tattoos.

Imagine being a monster, trapped in the underground, finally finding a soul mark somewhere on your body… only to realize your soulmate is human.

I have no idea when, or what the plot is going to be exactly, but I’m 100% going to write this serpent gaster blaster skelebros fic. I just… I must. XD

loreshark:

Okay, so, time for a:

Gaster Blaster Theory!

I am a HUGE fan of gaster blasters. Like. Bonkers fan. Giant toothy skull lasers?!? Sign me The Heck Up. I especially like imagining the blasters as full skeletal beasts, as do so many others in the fandom, but I noticed something. Just about all of the full body designs I’ve seen, either of the blasters themselves or of the skelebros, are some sort of dragon. Some have wings, some don’t; some are more like velociraptors and some look like wyverns. All of these are hella awesome, but…

What about snakes?

This is a Morelia viridis, or green tree python. It’s… that’s a heckin’ blaster skull.

Look at teeth, the size of the eye socket, the heckin’ bifurcated lower jaw. Add a laser and ‘tada’, gaster blaster.

So that got me thinking. If Sans or Papyrus ever did transform into some sort of blaster beastie, they wouldn’t be draconic, they’d be serpentine, and if their skulls stayed relatively the same size, you’re looking at skelebro beasts that are at least 50ft (15.24m) long and 3ft (.9m) wide, if not larger. That’s bigger than the extinct Titanoboa, folks. They’d be massive. (And that’s if their heads didn’t grow exponentially larger to match the actual gaster blasters!)

Like… just look at ‘em! I sketched off a rough Papyrus and Sans based on a tree boa and you guysssss, it works so well!

Just imagine the rasp of ribs against the rock, the hiss and whine of a laser illuminating them in the dark as they sway above you on a sinuous, coiling body so long you can’t even see the end of it through the shadow and glare of plasma magic. Imagine fighting something fluid as water and fast as a whipcrack and longer than a school bus. They’d be glorious and they’d be terrifying.

And hell, don’t even get me started on how perfectly Sans and Papyrus’ blue magic fits with snakes! They’re just- augh, I have so many thoughts you guys. XD

Thanks for reading and feel free to send your own questions or theories!

Side-note, I’m tagging this as serpent!sans and serpent!papyrus until I think of an AU name, if it ends up getting one, cause I don’t want to step on the toes of anyone with naga designs! :3

I wish more stories included pyrrhic victories, triumphs so devastating that they leave both character and reader hollow, empty, and staggering.

Let me bow beneath the weight of that success and dip my eyes into the gray between good and evil.

Okay, so, time for a:

Gaster Blaster Theory!

I am a HUGE fan of gaster blasters. Like. Bonkers fan. Giant toothy skull lasers?!? Sign me The Heck Up. I especially like imagining the blasters as full skeletal beasts, as do so many others in the fandom, but I noticed something. Just about all of the full body designs I’ve seen, either of the blasters themselves or of the skelebros, are some sort of dragon. Some have wings, some don’t; some are more like velociraptors and some look like wyverns. All of these are hella awesome, but…

What about snakes?

This is a Morelia viridis, or green tree python. It’s… that’s a heckin’ blaster skull.

Look at teeth, the size of the eye socket, the heckin’ bifurcated lower jaw. Add a laser and ‘tada’, gaster blaster.

So that got me thinking. If Sans or Papyrus ever did transform into some sort of blaster beastie, they wouldn’t be draconic, they’d be serpentine, and if their skulls stayed relatively the same size, you’re looking at skelebro beasts that are at least 50ft (15.24m) long and 3ft (.9m) wide, if not larger. That’s bigger than the extinct Titanoboa, folks. They’d be massive. (And that’s if their heads didn’t grow exponentially larger to match the actual gaster blasters!)

Like… just look at ‘em! I sketched off a rough Papyrus and Sans based on a tree boa and you guysssss, it works so well!

Just imagine the rasp of ribs against the rock, the hiss and whine of a laser illuminating them in the dark as they sway above you on a sinuous, coiling body so long you can’t even see the end of it through the shadow and glare of plasma magic. Imagine fighting something fluid as water and fast as a whipcrack and longer than a school bus. They’d be glorious and they’d be terrifying.

And hell, don’t even get me started on how perfectly Sans and Papyrus’ blue magic fits with snakes! They’re just- augh, I have so many thoughts you guys. XD

Thanks for reading and feel free to send your own questions or theories!

Side-note, I’m tagging this as serpent!sans and serpent!papyrus until I think of an AU name, if it ends up getting one, cause I don’t want to step on the toes of anyone with naga designs! :3

loreshark:

Sometimes I feel like a mirror

Shiny and smooth and beautiful

But it’s a borrowed beauty

Something else

Someone else

Just a reflection on my face

A thousand eyes have looked upon me

Never seen me

Only used me

Seen themselves

False smiles and bright eyes

Gotta practice in the mirror, after all

Is it bad to want to shatter?

Give my unluck to someone else?

Thirteen years, or so they say

At least then I’d have a shape of my own

Hard sharp edges

Jagged

Deadly

Broken, but unique

Maybe then they’d see me?

loreshark:

Sing a little song for me

Of starry studded skies

Sing a solemn verse for me

As I close my eyes

Keep me in your thoughts at night

Feel not any woe

And sing a hymn or three for me

For now I’ve got to go