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Stole the screenshot from this post but I noticed something interesting.
Do you see it?
Look closer.
It's our favorite gay changeling!
I couldn't help but notice he was standing really close to this other guy, so my assumption is that he's family. My thoughts jumped to adoption or biracial parentage, but honestly there are loads of other roles he could fit.
Thoughts? Names? Front view screenshots?
Nah, this is Cody (or Ben, depending on which name you prefer). From the back he does look like Kyle, but you can tell by the proportions, posture, and baggy sleeves that it isn't. He IS dating Kyle, however!
He's considered a changeling because 1, nobody can agree on his name and some people like to think it applies in-universe too, and 2, common fanon is that he adopts traits based on who he spends time with, hence why he sort of looks like Kyle.
I'm just really wondering who the guy he's with is, and who he is to Cody.
Stole the screenshot from this post but I noticed something interesting.
Do you see it?
Look closer.
It's our favorite gay changeling!
I couldn't help but notice he was standing really close to this other guy, so my assumption is that he's family. My thoughts jumped to adoption or biracial parentage, but honestly there are loads of other roles he could fit.
Thoughts? Names? Front view screenshots?
This was ghost written by moths
perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night
DOES THE GHOST WRITER HAVE A PLACE IN THE LIBRARY WITH THINGS FROM AO3 ???????????
(i had this all written out, and then the app broke on me, so here's take two)
Ghost Writer was somewhere between relieved and pissed. Only so many words translate correctly across languages, but none of them can accurately describe how he was feeling.
The Realms had been in chaos for both days and eons. Their King, the child they had raised, had been taken from them. He had been taken from their reach, hidden from their sight. The Realms would not rest until he was back safely in her arms.
John Constantine was a man who was known throughout the afterlives connected to this specific Realm of Reality. He was known as a con man and a thief. Ghost Writer knew him as an ally. A tentative ally, but an ally nonetheless. John Constantine turned over old tomes of magic and Magiks that he deemed too dangerous in the hands of humans and human adjacents to Ghost Writer in exchange for a single favor.
Based solely on the man's reputation, Ghost Writer had assumed the man would attempt to turn the deal around on him. He was glad he was wrong.
"Child," Ghost Writer sat on the wooden stool beside the bed, "They will no longer harm you."
Phantom had been conscious when Ghost Writer had arrived. The child had watched he and John Constantine move into and about the room. Now, under the Concept's gentle hand and careful watch, he allowed himself to sleep. His Obsession would help him heal, but it could not do so alone.
John Constantine ran a hand through his hair in lieu of lighting the cigarette he held between his lips. "This is who you all were looking for, right?"
"That is correct." and fairly obvious.
"Who is he?"
Right, this man had been to an afterlife, but he had never died. He had never become one of Phantom's people. "He is The Great One, The Protector. He is Space, he is Balance. He is the Realm's Child. He is our King."
John was impressed, but he didn't announce that other than a dip of his head in a bow to the Child King. Then, he said, "I don't trust human doctors to be able to help him. I don't think he'd want to be anywhere near a human doctor, actually. Will you call a Healer for him?"
"I already have." Ghost Writer laid his hand over Phantom's, reassurance to the child that he is not alone. He is safe now.
"You have?"
"Indeed." There were not many Healers in the Realms that would heal living beings. There are fewer still who would willingly heal those of this Realm of Reality for what they had done to The King. They would all make an acception to help their King. "He is The King's Healer."
John Constantine is a man who makes it a point to remind living beings of their mortality. There are many who claim immortality, but he knows that there is no such thing. The only beings to achieve true immortality are the ones who have died and the ones born with and from Space and Time. He is very aware that he is in a room with two extremely powerful beings. He knows that a third one is on the way. The power from one of them could bring a weaker man to his knees. And John Constantine is about to be in an enclosed room - in space - with three of them.
"What's the damage?" the occultist asked the Concept given form, "What's going to happen to the people here?"
A deep voice tore through the air, opening a rip in the middle of the room as it spoke. "Those who did this will be punished."
"All who worked at the facility," Ghost Writer continued, "all who allowed and promoted their work, and all who supported them will be put on Trial within the Infinite Realms."
The yeti was now fully in the room, the Rio closing behind him. "They will be sentenced to Punishment for whatever time remains of their natural life."
"When they die, they will be sent to the Void." Ghost Writer whispered, though his voice carried as though he'd yelled.
"A place of existing without existing. A paradox." The yeti growled, "A merciful end for the likes."
"Frostbite," Ghost Writer greeted, his eyes leaving Phantom, "You will heal him?"
"Of course," Frostbite said, "I will do what I can here, but he will have to be taken to the Far Frozen so that I may help him properly."
"This world has heroes, did you know?" The Concept moved to sit on the foot of the bed, his hand moving to rest on Phantom's ankle so that Frostbite could examine him.
"Other than Phantom?" Frostbite asked, "I did not know."
John felt as though the weight of the Sky was dropped on him, but he didn't stumble. He knew that showing weakness to beings and entitles stronger than him was a good way to get killed slowly and painfully for their enjoyment. He spoke anyway, "Phantom-" He cut himself off at the glare from Ghost Writer and Frostbite. "King Phantom," he amended, "was- is? was a hero here?"
"Yes," Frostbite smiled smally, "He was born here, he was raised here, he lived here, and he died here. He is Balance. He is The Protector."
"He protects the living from the dead and the dead from the living." Ghost Writer said.
"And the living fucked it up." John finished. He sighed. "I'll alert the others to your decision. They won't interfere."
"Good," Ghost Writer stood and looked John in the eye, "Keep your favor. You have earned it." Then, the three beings were gone.
John Constantine is a man who is consciously aware of how easy it is to die. He knows the different afterlives and those who run them as well as he knows his own past.
The Justice League will keep out of the way of supernatural affairs. They will warn against getting in the way of the Ghost's Retribution. They will turn a blind eye or they will die for complacency.
John leaves the room and lights his cigarette, rules be damned. He's used to cleaning up messes, but this is of a scale on its own.
Don't know why but I kind of want to use that one scene from Prince of Egypt where the Nile turns into blood with like the Lazarus pits turning the blood after the Giw kidnapped Danny like the pits and Lazarus Island are just turning into dark red blood and we'll be like this until Danny's returned back as their King like every place that has like a high level of death energy now has things turn into like locus or like ancient curses until Danny's returned
Also every ghost acting like a feral monster cuz the king is gone and that means they're stableness is gone with the King
Oh interesting.
The world was in chaos. No one knew what had caused the change. But suddenly supernatural entities and forces everywhere were causing chaos. Batman had been in the cave when the Lazarus Pit turned blood red. Shortly after he heard reports from Crime Alley. Hood had flown into the worst murderous rampage yet. The two incidents were clearly linked. He is to sedate Hood to stop his rampage. H was currently in an induced coma.
Jason was hardly the only one affected. Everyone he knew that had been revived by the pits? Were more angry, rash, prone to violence. Talia had called as well. Every put under the control I the LoA? Were affected the same way. Then he got the calls from Constantine and other members of JLD. Ghosts everywhere were causing massive amounts of damage. To both people and property.
Any people who were sensitive to death magic? Were either angry, depressed or in pain. Something he happened. But they were at a loss as to what. The fact they were compromised wasn't helping. He could feel his control sipping the longer this went on. Robin had been benched. He was currently far too likely to cause damage.
Then they found the starting clue. A city in Illinois was under constant attack by ghosts. Amity Park had been evacuated now for the most part. One facility seemed to be the focus of the attacks. Whatever was causing this? Was likely being held there. The government was being obstructionist at best. And with their collective patience being stretched to the limit? That wasn't going to keep them out of that facility.