#;; ( I'm currently in tears )

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 2

these snippets aren't connected in anyway but just some little scenes I came up with, everyone is welcome to build up on them if they want to

Trigger warning: death mentioned, self-harm mentioned, idk, Danny gets flashback to portal incident

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 3 (?)

Out, out, out.

He tripped over his own legs and almost fell and it didn’t matter because he needed to get out. 

Away, away, away. 

He wasn’t sure if he ran or flew or dragged himself on the rough floor but he had to get away. His back hit a wall and he couldn’t get past it, intangibility just out of his grasp.

He logically knew that Zeta Tube wasn't the same as the portal but it was similar. So deadly similar.

He wasn’t sure when his own, corps-like, trembling with rigor mortis cold hands started rubbing his arms. He also wasn’t sure whether it was to comfort himself in this lonely self-hug or to try to rub hard enough that the hazmat and skin underneath would be torn, allowing him to see his own, red blood running in his veins. It was still red, right? It was still red, right? Of course it was still running, why wouldn’t it?

His knees gave up. He fell to the ground with quiet reverbatting thump, his eyes fixated on danger at the other side of the large room. He had to get further away but he couldn’t.

Because he was dying again.

Eyes full of tears and terror were jumping around, unable to see the room around him. Why couldn’t he see anything? Why were there only splashes of various colors, all contrasting with a light gray background. Were these people? Colors were moving, that seemed likely. Ghosts?! He had to get ready if these were ghosts he needed to fight them. People could be in danger and he couldn’t even stand without support. He started it, he had to take care of it, no matter how he felt right now.

His normally overly, unnaturally sensitive ears were filled with constant electric buzz from still active Zeta Tubes.

He was quite sure someone was yelling something but no matter what, Danny couldn’t understand what was being said. He tried looking around again but his teary eyes still failed him. There were no red stains though. Not in the right shade at least. No one was bleeding. It was okay for now.

Was it really? He hadn’t bled when he was dying had his accident though. It was all inside him, the crushing hollowness inside him and infinite outside pressure making his body implode. Ectoplasm bubbling in his mouth, throat, stomach and fingers, silencing his scream of agony and destroying his muscles. His limbs were limp and tense, twitching like a broken light bulb, out of his control but not out of his senses. It was so cold that it bit his bones and so hot that his skin was melting. There were screams so loud that it could shatter glass, as if every inhabitant of the Ghost Zone wanted to be heard and absolute suffocating silence. He was alone like nobody ever was and stuck in a stifling crowd that could stomp him to death any second. It was all contrasting, impossible but happening, existing together. He lived died it.

It was impossible, just like him.

There were others, they could help while Danny got himself together.

They couldn’t help if it was a ghost. He had to calm down and get ready to fight.

He couldn’t.

It was all happening again.

He was dying again.

It hurt to even think about.

Would it at least kill him for good?

Air he hadn’t needed before, not since his first death he always needed, like all functioning, alive human beings, got stuck in his lungs. He was gasping for it, choking on it. There was something stuck in his throat. SOme part of his brain that wasn’t screaming in agony and panic and loneliness had considered tearing his neck open just to get whatever was stuck swallowing but it didn’t help. 

He rubbed his arms harder. His eyes were locked on a blurred, still active portal. One of the color blobs moved, growing larger but he couldn’t think about what it meant. His arms hurt. It was good. Pain was grounding. In a gray room with few portals. Not the basement. Ghosts still could be there but it wasn't a basement. He still needed to get ready to fight

If he could feel pain, it meant he was alive, right? Ghosts never showed that they felt pain right? His parents always said they couldn’t.

He knew it was a lie but he felt like it was his last hope.

He realized that growing group of colors actually looked like a person but he had no way to tell whether they were alive or not. His ghost sense was quiet but he didn’t trust himself to not miss it. His throat was still shut tightly. His body kept twitching like a glitching character. No matter what, he couldn’t fight right then. He had to get himself together.

He scratched his arms almost violently.

Warm, soft, gentle hands pried his palms away from his arms. It wasn't a ghost. Ghosts weren't this gentle, this calmingly warm. Someone, someone who was alive, was crouching in front of him, face at the same level as his, hiding portals from his sight. Danny nearly sunk into their gentle touch.

“-om." their voice also was so gentle, filled with concern but firm enough to get to him over the buzz of portals. He tried to concentrate on this voice. He didn't want to hear portals.

"-ntom." It sounded like they were calling someone. He had to focus more to understand. Gentle grip on his wrists got more firm. There he was. He wouldn't feel it if he was dying again.

"Phantom." They called quietly, like little windbells Sam gave him as a birthday present. It was his name, they were asking him something he couldn't understand, something he couldn't do.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sure if any sound came out of his mouth.

Grip on his hands loosened a little, not enough for him to do anything about it, but enough to return to the pure feeling of safety and reassurance it gave him before.

“It's okay Phantom." they murmured. Danny nearly cried at their kindness and calmness. Air slowly started to fill his lungs again. It truly was okay, he wasn't dying again."Can you focus on five things you can see for me?"

He could do it. It wasn't much to repay the gentle person kneeling in front of him.

He blinked tears away and started the list in his head.

Black Canary in front of him.

Superboy in the middle of the room. He looked like he didn't know what to do.

Kid Flash next to him, ready to come to where Danny was shaking on the floor.

Robin and Artemis both made sure that Kid stayed where he was.

Miss Martian for sure feeling his panic and having trouble coping with this. He should calm down as soon as he can, he didn't want to cause any of his teammates too much stress.

Danny nodded, looking once again at the only adult hero in the room.

Molecules in his body were rearranging again. It all hurt.

"Thank you Phantom. Can you focus on four things you can hear?"

Five racing heartbeats.

One heartbeat that sounded more like buzz because of its speed. KF's heart was always weird.

Tapping of someone's feet.

Zeta Tubes.

He had been in the portal again, it had turned on with him inside again. He was dying again.

Next cautious nod.

"Alright. Now three things you can touch." Black Canary still sounded so calm, so sure she had it all under control. So contrary to her panicked heart. Danny wanted to believe her voice.

Canary's hands still on his wrists. In fact she was touching him more than he was her, but it still counted. There was some physics rule about it.

Cold stone he was sitting on. Weird, he was sure this cave was heated.

Hard wall pressing on his spine.

"Excellent. Two things you can smell?"

Jazz had done same exercise with him before.

Cookies made by Megan before she went on a mission.

Ectoplasm. Somewhere there was ectoplasm that wasn't inside him. He couldn't smell his own ecto. But there was no ghost in the cave. His sense was silent. It was there somehow else. It was concerning but not enough to make him panic again. They could handle it.

His lungs were still aching but air started filling them nearly as much as it did normally. His limbs stopped shaking so much too. He knew he wasn't dying this time. He was calming down.

"You're doing great Phantom. Now think, what's one thing you can taste?"

Aftertaste of ectoplasm he spat between the rough fight and the moment when Kid Flash rushed him to the nearest Zeta Tube, talking about medical attention. Danny tried to tell him, he didn't need that but he was inside before his explanation left his mouth.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," It was all he was able to say at the moment. He truly felt better but that didn't mean good. It was only a little less bad than shitty, one step from fully dead.

I considered writing continuation with Danny explaining a bit what happened and how he even ended up in Zeta Tube but a) lost spark to rewrite it b) hated what already had But if you want, I can probably rub my remaining two braincels together and continue. Or someone else can. Do it if you want to. Do it. Do it

[funtimespringscare101]

So I finished watching Ultraman Rising a few hours ago and....

Waaaaaaaah- WHY IS KENJI AND EMI SO FUCKING CUTE?!

Emi photo comes from a post by @mintaikcorpse

Man, I'm a sucker for babies... and baby Kaijus? Oh man...

@magic-thing BloodFox would be definitely be besties with this little cutie...

[tbartss]

new corrupt zelda model sheet yahoo

[inkovert]

I don't make the rules but - if you don't get excited at the thought of going back and re-reading the story you wrote then you're writing the wrong story.

You are your first and most important reader.

[rauchendesgnu]

I keep seeing people bring up the whole "I really loved you" and "I really did like you" parallel, and yes, I guess, there are some similarities...but at the heart of it, Martin gave himself up because he loved Jon more than he loved himself, and the idea of probably dying even comforted him if it meant that the one he loved was safe.

Celia manipulates Sam in order to sacrifice him. I'm not saying she doesn't hold affection for him, but the affection is not worth as much as her ultimate goal. The only thing she remembers of her original world is eternal, all encompassing fear and terror, to be stripped of your humanity, to exist only to feed the Eldritch forces that torture her. That's where she thinks she's sending Sam. She's (to her knowledge) condemning him to a sentence worse than death.

Now, I'm not a parent and I don't want to invalidate any parental feelings or instincts or heavy decisions parents make to protect their child. That's not something I can judge nor am I willing to do so. In fact, I love that Celia did what she did the way I love that Gwen did what she did. I love flawed characters and I love ruthless characters. Ultimately, Celia is sure that her choice is the right one. And if she is willing to sacrifice Sam for her and Jack's safety, then she can't have "liked" him all that much.

One more thing before I stop ranting about it, but I think Celia used Sam the way Elias used Jon. He was easy to manipulate. Because we all know Sasha was more qualified for the job. But it's hard to manipulate someone who knows what they want and who is actively working towards that goal. Elias manipulates Jon so easily because that man has never had someone validate him and what he does and feels. Celia manipulates him easily because he wants someone to believe him about his childhood traumatic experience. He wants a kindred spirit, someone to take him seriously, and Celia seems to be that for him.

So yeah. Slay, Celia, but also big reg flag, luv (for anyone who wants to date her. If you're her kid, congrats, your mom is ruthless and cold as ice when it comes to not leaving you alone...we still don't know the story behind Jack, do we?)

[rainofthetwilight]

Control

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based off of @penofwildfire's idea of nya cutting her hair after kai got sacrificed, this is pretty much a pt.2 of this piece!

[yuseirra]

swings!

Ai has many layers to her... she seems carefree and jolly but she's really thoughtful with some insecurities. I personally feel her greatest characteristic is determination and perseverance and that wraps everything she has together as a person I really wish I could depict that part of her well when I portray her..

[a-ramblinrose]

“Because I am no prince! My name is Princess Amira... And I have a grappling hook.”

  ― Katie O'Neill, Princess Princess Ever After

[thewardenisonthecase]

honestly, maybe it's a hot take or whatever, but I think that tearing down the veil and *potentially* bringing back the immortality to the elves would not have helped them a lot

[themintman]

I am filled with HATE and SORROW y'all know how like Nurm is my favourite character my number 1 guy out of any piexe of media ever I love him dearly which sucks cause he's pretty unpopular but whatever whatever. N I'm like "man I really want to see some new Nurm content but everything I find I've either seen before or I created ☹️" and then I. I go on tiktok and I KEEP seeing edits that start with a clip with Nurm in them and then haha surprise it's actually a Petra edit!! Cause it's ALWAYS PETRA GOD DAMN IT and I love her. I love Petra so much. She is a fabulous character but ohm y god I am tweaking. I genuinely started crying y'all I am not sane nor normal. I'm so normal about him. Oh my good god I am going insane I am 💥💥💥💥

[moe-broey]

Comes out of the technical difficulties covered in blood. Look At Them.

[bluepallilworld]

✨Surprise! ✨

I'm launching a new story for my dark cream ship kids and co ^^

I usually don't warn before the first part is done but I thought Mimosa's birthday was a good day to announce it!

A Tear's Soul!

I already showed that drawing (hehe it's the cover) but now I can talk about it ;3

The project is gonna a mix of comics and writings (because I'd burn myself out trying to do full comic when I'm not very experienced in those... They're hard, ok?)

Sooo it's gonna take me a while........................

Even if I try to shorten it as much as possible (10 parts unless problems)

I think the ones who'd be interested all know how my projects usually go, it's not gonna be a cute, fluffy story uwu. It'll have some fluff tho promise, but angst is part of the journey here! I'll give warnings each time I feel it's necessary :P

So!

If it interests you and you wish to be tagged on it, tell me now and you'll be tagged in each update :D

[I had to compress that gif, it was too big XD]

[chloecherrysip]

Mario watching his and Luigi's commercial in Punch-Out Pizzeria

[strongermonster]

last week someone accused me of being "a dog with a high prey drive," which i think was meant as a playful no-barbs-meant criticism of how i can be uhhh a little unrelenting when it comes to certain topics i am passionate about, but mostly i can't stop thinking about hot i found that. troubling, perhaps.

[ghostieblotts]

So @uhhhitsme sent me an ask about pet names, and the curtwen demons would not let me sleep last night until I had written something for both the canon universe and for my botw/totk curtwen au that I haven't properly posted about yet on tumblr.

Under the cut are some ideas that I originally included in my response to that ask, but have now decided to separate out into another post.

For context, in the botw/totk au I cast Curt as Link and Owen as Zelda - so for anyone reading this who isn't a Zelda fan, Owen is a prince expected to unlock a sacred power and save the world, while Curt is his appointed knight, who is also the hero chosen by the Sword that Seals the Darkness.

Rough simplified progression of their dynamic pre-Calamity is "I hate his guts why am I stuck dealing with this guy" -> banter becomes less hostile -> building want for honesty, yearning and concern -> façade breakdown -> actually confiding in each other -> "I've never admitted this to anyone before" -> lovers.

With both of them, there are names that they start off using for each other mockingly/as a formality, that eventually become imbued with new meaning as their relationship changes.

Owen probably calls Curt something like "Sir Knight", either as mockery or deliberately distancing over-formality, towards the beginning. "Sir Mega" takes on a similar tone. Over time, he starts to actually use Curt's name - still sharply at first, but eventually much softer. When he uses "sir knight" again, either to keep up a formal appearance or more as an inside joke, it's with much more respect. Their history together (and the understanding of how much his role as a knight, as a chosen hero, has affected Curt) seeps into the phrase.

When Curt is assigned as the prince's appointed knight, it's hard not to let his frustration with his role intrude on how he says the various stuffy formalities with which he is expected to address Owen. "Your highness", "your majesty", "your grace", "your radiance", blah blah blah, there's a different one for every event and it is tedious. Over time, with repetition, they start to sound more ordinary, though. After a while, fed up, Owen demands Curt call him "Prince Owen" instead - it's far more practical. Over time, Curt manages to make this phrase sound incredibly casual. When they finally become lovers, some of those old formalities return, sounding very different - "highness", "majesty", "radiance". The respect packed into them isn't the same as that which is expected to be afforded to a sovereign - it's something beyond that, a different kind of devotion.

Ultimately, though, their names are really the most intimate form of address here. No ornamentation, no honorifics, just each other. It's particularly significant the first time Curt calls Owen by just his first name - he doesn't have to be royal, or powerful, or holy, just a person. Just himself. And that's enough.

[nostalgicmania]

This edit

THIS MF EDIT

I am currently screaming, crying hysterically!

How can you do something like this like GOD HELP ME