Merry Christmas and Happy Truce to @darkeneddawning! She requested something to do with Ice King Danny–lucky me that she has so many cool drawings and headcanons for it.
Posting it a bit late. My fault for letting this get so long–was having way too much fun with headcanons for this. Enjoy!
Danny took a deep shuddering breath, trying his best to
shake the thrumming weight of exhaustion from his chest. It pressed against him
like a physical mass, turned the pulsing in his veins to sludge. He wanted
nothing more than to crawl back to sleep, but anxiety kept his eyes open. The
adrenaline buzzing through his system forced him into artificial alertness.
He crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to appear composed.
Opposite him, twelve Observants rung out a perfect
semi-circle. Twelve eyes stared him down. Twelve pale, slick bodies, glistening
as if coated in condensation, walled him in. Running was a poor option, facing
against a dozen creatures who claimed to See All.
observe. They don’t act. They don’t do.
Danny ground his teeth. His mouth tasted sour. He felt
disarmed, knowing that beneath his ghost form he was pajama-clad and half
asleep. It could have been an intentional nighttime ambush, or it could have
been that the Observants had no concept of, nor respect for, human sleep
The silence ate away at his nerves.
“What?” Danny finally
spoke. He sparked a glow behind his eyes, despite the headache the brightness
caused him. Clockwork had suggested that these things frightened easily. Danny
prayed that their All-Seeingness couldn’t call his bluff.
The right-most Observant floated closer. Danny hid his
flinch, pretending to busy himself in the vast foresty void beyond the ring of
Observants. Cold—he’d forgotten how cold the Ghost Zone was. “You wish to know
why we’ve summoned you, is that correct?”
“I wanna know why you think it’s okay to warp me out of bed when I haven’t done anything.” Danny
swallowed, or he tried to; his dry throat betrayed him. “O-or is it my future self again? You planning to fight
me yourself instead of having Clockwork do the dirty work? That’s good by me.
Been wanting the chance to play ‘rock, paper, finger-to-the-eyes’ with you creeps.”
17. What? The key is offered freely. This divide cannot be overcome, or known, and always seen. Nothing is of two things. One is genuine void, the other is void observed, now tainted by the truth of lie, the infinite imagination. The lie which is placed upon nothing by the observer is infinite, and can be anything, and all thins. There is still that which remains nothing, and even greater now in the duality of thought, poised against the generated infinite, birthed by thought, poised against the generated infinite, birthed by thought and observation. This is our fault. The injection of will into this nothingness is the magic word, and like magnets, set up against each other, a spark will ignite the sky
Everyone expected the Outsider to lose interest in Corvo, after Emily's coronation. He... did not.
He watched him even though there is nothing to watch. Corvo has resumed his role as Lord Protector and the city of Dunwall is set on a road to recovery. The blockade eventually lifts and trade continues between the differing cities in Gristol and the other isles. Corvo doesn’t visit the shrines as often as he used to nor does he use the Mark on his hand. It sits cool on the back of his hand, but never does he hide it. Whenever Emily asks about it, Corvo will only smile and say, “An old friend gave it to me. It’s a gift.” He’ll never say more and he’ll never say less.
There is nothing of interest that Corvo does or engage in. He hardly changes what he eats for breakfast and always eats it with Emily. Corvo Attano is inexplicably boring and uninteresting. Yet here he is, watching the gray creep in his hair and his steps grow a bit slower. Sometimes he walks with Corvo when he moves across the tower, silent and unseen, listening to the aches of bones and the determined beat of a heart. When the pain makes it too difficult for him to walk, The Outsider will simply lay his hand on the middle of his back and ease it away. He does not know if Corvo notices the difference or spots its strange instantaneousness. That is the only mystery that lingers between them.
The thing that pushed me over to liking the idea of Rey being a Kenobi (other than her accent, and Obi Wan’s voice saying her name, and neither Kylo or Leia sensing that they’re related, and Han not recognizing her/her name, which is unlikely unless Luke hid the fact that he had a daughter or changed her name) is that reylo could be obikin reincarnated. Or more specifically, like Anakin’s and Obi Wan’s relationship going in reverse. Meeting as enemies and becoming friends, instead of meeting as friends and becoming enemies. I feel like their characters are already entwined in a way and I like the idea of them coming together. Obi Wan and Anakin started on the same side of the force and drifted further apart and I’d like to see Rey and Kylo start on opposing sides and drift closer together (personally I’d like them to become more like grey jedi instead of them both ending up strictly on the light side but that’s a ramble for another time). Kylo also mentions wanting to train her, and though I don’t see that happening, it reminds me of Obi Wan training Anakin, but again reversed, as it’s the Skywalker wanting to train the Kenobi, and the training would be on the dark side not the light. Obi Wan was also hesitant to train Anakin while Kylo is seeking it out. There are a lot of parallels and reversals in tfa to the other movies and this could potentially be another one, especially since Kylo is already a massive Anakin/Vader parallel/contrast/foil thing. What first got me thinking about this though is the part of their fight that looked just like part of Anakin and Obi Wan’s fight at the end of rots; you know the one where they’re both grabbing the other’s arm while holding their lightsabers in the other hand and pushing against each other. It’s a memorable moment visually so when I saw it in tfa I recognized it immediately. I feel like the sequel trilogy could be a parallel to the original trilogy while also paralleling the prequel trilogy in reverse, and Rey being a Kenobi would add yet another layer to that.
Here’s to you, the same chords that I stole From a song that I once heard The Same melody I borrowed from the void I’d rather observe than structure a narrative The characters are thin; the plot does not develop It ends where it begins It’s on the screen, in paperbacks In section 8 and cul-de-sacs Electro haikus and drunk sonnets Are moving me along
You cut my hair You left red ink everywhere Do my hands tell a story? Is it boring?
What I’d give to force your sigh What I’d give to see you cry What I’d give for your caress To see your blue cotton dress Balled up on the floor Certain memories are the problem Certain drunken lines are the shame Seven hundred miles and four years I can’t fight the flame; it burns
You cut my hair You left red ink everywhere Do my hands tell a story? Is it boring?
Was I wishing on satellites? Tell me how you’ve been doing that trick I’m just wishing the flame away Now I’m wishing the flame away
Humanity is wearisome and filled with silence. The Outsider is tethered to the earth and he cannot hear the universe speak or feel The Void against his fingertips. He observes as the days drag on that white is beginning to swirl across his sclera and devour the pitch black. All that remains is a splatter of his godhood in the middle of his eyes, as if his would-be iris ruptured. Corvo’s mark disappears and mimics his own absence of a connection with The Void. Jessamine’s heart can finally be put to rest, which is for the best. The machine has begun to rot and its metal counterparts have begun to erode as if made of rotted wood.
The most troubling of discoveries is that he is beginning to forget. The once omnipotent being was immovable and lost within itself when it realized that it could not recall his own cosmic baptism into his position. He could not recall what came even before such event. It is in that moment was he aware of his approaching end. The Void already has written his ending to make room for a new beginning. The Outsider wonders if he will soon forget everything? Would Corvo become forgotten in his last hours?
Sitting on the edge of a strange bed you began to take in your new life. You couldn’t decide whether you were better off in this life or in the previous one.
A lonely life with abusive parents and no food, or a life with monsters and death?.
You began to over think, it what you always did. What everyone does, but not like you do. You twiddled with the base of your fingertips, eyes glazed over, face unreadable.
You zoned out a lot, it’s why you thought so much. Your trainers squeaked on the newly polished floor, a floor that you didn’t have to spend all night cleaning.
Your jacket strings were fraid at the ends, a chew toy to bite on to calm nerves after beatings.
You stared straight out the window, though if someone asked; you couldn’t tell them what the view was like since you wasn’t really looking. You were in your own world…
until the door opened.
You zoned out all the time, though your brain functioned to be alert and petrified whenever a door opened. Used to all the beatings and the harsh words that your virgin ears shouldn’t have hear, you jumped, body twisting to see who had came in.
It was only Sam.
You sighed, turning back to face the window as you looked down, hair falling around your face like a curtain, shielding you from releasing your emotions for the world to see.
Footsteps were heard, footsteps that you weren’t used to. An abused child memorises footsteps. Why? Because all they can remember is the horrifying sound of the footsteps making their way up the stairs, ready to beat you.
Hazel eyes took over your view, Sam knelt down to your height as he focused all his attentions towards you. His mouth was dipped down in the corners, a sad frown hiding away.
But you saw it. You spotted it.
His eyes were softened and filled with sympathy and concern. Worry hiding deep beneath their glazed depths. His hair was neatly tucked behind his ears as he rested his elbows on his bent knee’s, hands hanging in the void.
He didn’t say anything, observing you for a while before he decided to speak up.
‘’You wanna talk about it?’’He asked. It was a simple question, but a question that made your heart leap.
You glanced up at the taller man, even if he was knelt down. You pulled your jacket sleeves over your knuckles, as your hands trembled. You looked at Sam, for a few seconds before you shamefully bowed your head again.
Sam noticed how your eyes were glazed over, begging to release unshed tears, he noticed how your nostrils were slightly flared as how your jaw was locked, all signals showing that you were trying not to cry.
He said nothing, waiting for you as he took in all your bruises. He felt anger overwhelm him, even if he didn’t know you he knew you should never hurt a child, he would never lay a finger on a child.
‘’Hey kid’’Another voice came.
You didn’t look up, only pushed in yuor shoulder, trying to somehow cage yourself in more. Dean walked towards his younger brother and you. He gave Sam a nod and the younger Winchester got up and walked out leaving it to his older brother.
Dean sighed as he pulled up a chair and sat down. He too took in all your bruises. Sam deciding that he didn’t want to leave you, was now standing silently in the door frame, arms crossed as he slouched his body against the whitened wood.
‘’Look, I can’t even begin to know what it was like going through that… but that’s gone now. Their gone. And you have a whole lot more coming on your plate’’Dean said, his tone soft yet his words tough. Tough love.
Although Dean was probably right, Sam knew that tough love wasn’t what you needed. After you had gone to Kevin they both argued about who should speak to you.
Sam saying you needed love and comfort and Dean saying you needed tough love. Sam rolled his eyes from the doorway, knowing no way this would help you. Dean caught Sam’s eyes and flashed him his bitch face before turning back to you.
‘’You think just because they’re gone I can forget?’’You grutted, tone harsh. Both Winchesters were shocked as you looked up, eyes red from crying. Your jaw was now locked in anger as you scoffed silently.
‘’Are you telling me you’ve just moved past something because it was in the past. Doesn’t matter if it broke you, it’s in the past so who cares’’You snapped. Although you were angry, you were still quiet about it.
Your tone was pissed but your voice was low. ‘’I can’t forget, I can’t ever forget…so don’t tell me I can’’You whispered with a hoarse voice.
Dean sat there in silence, clearly wrong about his decision. Sam moved forward swiftly. He gave a snide smirk to his brother before taking his seat.
‘’Listen, (y/n)’’Sam trailed off, locking his large hands together. ‘’We know you can’t forget, but it might help to talk about it’’Sam started, glancing at you with his puppy dog eyes.
You said nothing, looking down you avoided both of their eyes as you swallowed down the lump of pain that throbbed in the clammy walls of your throat.
‘’You know what… that’s fine’’Dean shrugged, Sam twisting in his seat to glance at his brother. ‘’You don’t wanna talk about it, fine. We all got things we don’t wanna talk about.. but you gotta make a choice kid…’’Dean huffed.
‘’A choice?’’You rasped out, eyes narrowed in confusion.
‘’Yeah, a choice’’Dean nodded as Sam turned back to face you with a serious expression that he could muster up.
‘’We can help you find a home… find some new families.. live a normal safe life and just forget what you’ve seen today..’’Dean started.
‘’Or?..’’You cut in.
‘’Or you can stay with us..It won’t be safe and it won’t be nice.. but we’ll make damn sure we treat you right’’Dean nodded proudly.
‘’So what’s it gonna be, (y/n)?’’Sam asked as both brothers turned to face you.
Oh boy was she getting sick of seeing that. Sure, it wasn’t a big DARK void, but a void none the less. No direction seemed to be bringing any change and it was starting to ware on her last nerve. The miracle being she even had one remaining after all this time. Continuing to pace through the empty expanse of space, she finally came to a stop.
“You know what? This is bull. THIS. IS. BULL.”
Letting out an angry huff, she sat down and brought up the error filled screen again. Denials. Errors. Rejection messages. It was enough to drive anyone bonkers. Having a lack of information was always a nightmare to her, and this was the perfect example of a bad dream come true. She had no access to the main observer HQ, no way of communicating with her piece of trash partner, and from her perspective no exit. After all, there wasn’t even a door around her and forming portals out of nothing in order to break reality’s barriers was only possible when connecting to a server. However, she was in a dead zone. No connection, no portal.
“ARRRRRRGH! This is pointless!”
Flopping on her back, she stared up at the nothingness. Maybe there was something she could do if she got a higher vantage point. Was there even a ceiling to this place? Either way there were more questions than answers on her plate it was not helping her situation.
Barren Bubble-like Zones Could Help Untangle Universe's Mysteries
by Marcus Woo, Inside Science
Sometimes nothingness can reveal a whole lot.
While the universe is mostly empty, it contains bubble-like voids that are even emptier, taking up most of the space in the cosmos. And new research shows that these voids all look similar regardless of size — a consistency that may help unravel some of the universe’s biggest mysteries.
If you zoom way out, all the matter in the universe looks like a huge cobweb, consisting of an expansive network of filaments and wall-like structures that crisscross one another.
More than 80 percent of this matter is dark matter, the invisible and mysterious stuff that appears to interact only gravitationally with the regular matter that makes up stars and galaxies. Residing in these filaments and walls of dark matter are galaxies, and the densest regions — where the filaments intersect — are sites of massive clusters of hundreds to thousands of galaxies.