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au where evan finds out what william did to cassidy
#evan has gone through a lot in this au#his own brother got him killed#he doesnt know where elizabeth is#his father barely attempted to stop the bullying#and now he realizes that he also has been killing children#including cassidy#and cassidy was the only one that was there for him#and understood him#so yea#hes gonna be angry at whoever hurt her#evan afton#fnaf
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At least Matpat lives on in the FNAF universe
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#matpat#game theory#mike schmidt#abby schmidt#ness fnaf#freddy fazzbears pizza#freddy fazbear#fnaf#fnaf movie#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#I wasn’t planning on drawing a YouTuber again for awhile#but this was a special occasion#I can’t believe Matpat never solved fnaf#he lives on in the fnaf universe though as Ness#Mike wants to argue with him so bad but can’t disprove him either#Abby understood all of it BAHA#she’d keep up with the theories that guy lays down#Tysm Matpat for all your crazy theories 💚
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Castiel was really just one of a kind. They tried to get rid of him, yet they couldn't. They tried to make him straight, yet they couldn't. They tried to keep him away from Dean, yet they couldn't. They tried to erase him from the surface of the show, yet they couldn't. They tried to make him irrelevant, yet they couldn't. He's become Supernatural's legacy. King shit.
#fuck you to all those working hard to get rid of cas#and bless to those who loved him and understood him and wanted more of the gay angel#supernatural#castiel#destiel
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its funny because Percy has been spiraling ever since pjo and whenever he has a particularly bad episode you have other characters actively worried about it and you think to yourself surely they're going to intervene, surely someone is going to talk to him about it, and then like no one ever does lol
#I STILL HAVE NOT READ CHALICE#so maybe something's there#but I think Jason in boo was the closest thing we got (percy initiated the conversation)#but like... I still dont think Jason recognized/understood the extent to which percy was spiraling#and to be fair Jason was not present in tartarus so he wouldn't truly know but like#I dont think annabeth's approached the topic with him#at least not on a non superficial level#or if she did it happened offscreen#anyways#if percy deflects or loses it or whatever you can't say the warning signs weren't there lmao#pjo#percy jackson#mine
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Middle school bakudeku was like, Horrible bully x Freaky stalker wasn't it because holy shit Deku really was freaky as hell-
The guy knows his moves, stance, food habits, SHOWER AND SLEEP ROUTINE??? WHAT THE FUCK MAN-
To be clear, the Smash comics aren't Canon canon. This is just another way of understanding bkdk's dynamic and progression.
#IZUKU YOU REALLY ARE A FUCKING FREAK WHAT THE HELL#I wish ppl rlly understood and saw just how crazy this boy is#in middle school deku wanted bkg in every way like- horribly- very very questionably#and bkg's violently fought back and also very horribly bullies him#while they were also childhood friends before that#what the absolute fuck is wrong with them#bkdk the massive red flags you are oh my god-#evelynpr bnha#bnha#mha#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#bakugou katsuki#bakudeku#bkdk
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Assad Zaman: It was really scary, it was such a scary thing to do to be thrown into that episode, and it's the one I look back at and I have a bit of a out-of-body experience every time I watch it. I kind of don't recognise myself in it.
#no one's ever understood the assignment more#the creepy little smile he gives daniel before cleaning him up oh it's so serious#armand#interview with the vampire#iwtvedit#edits
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Vivziepop male character: *is supposed to be hot and attractive. Canonically everyone wants to fuck him, he is flirty, confident and makes everyone fall in love with him as soon as he appear. Hes got the best voice actor to make the most masculine and attractive voice to match his supposed sexiness. Everyone in the fandom talks about how he makes them wet their panties*
The fucking character design:
#hazbin hotel critical#vivziepop critical#Helluva Boss critical#Vivziepop criticism#This type of characters makes me umcomfortable#I hated Moxxie's ex in that one episode#they tried so hard to make us simp for him being “smexy” when he is just ugly af#Hazbin Hotel will have lots of these#Never simped for Lucifer and Alastor and never understood why everyone in the fandom did#Helluva Boss criticism#Hazbin Hotel criticism
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don’t get me wrong, i’m all for the ‘aziraphale knows crowley loves him and crowley knows aziraphale loves him’ meta posts but. haven’t we known that since “you go too fast for me, crowley”? isn’t that statement a clear indication that they both know what’s happening but it’s new and scary and very real. they’re at different speeds but they know it’s love
#am i wrong or#i just always understood That Scene to be. look crowley loves aziraphale he loves him and he keeps extending olive branches to aziraphale#and aziraphale RECIPROCATES but it’s all too much#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#goodomens#meta#good omens meta
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franco almost missed out on the rest of the weekend cause he accidentally cut his ear while training his neck, they wanted to stitch his ear 5 minutes before fp1 and he was like “are you crazy?” so he ran fp1 and then bc of his crash he had to go the medical center and when he took out his balaclava he had so much blood the doctors were like “noo! unsafe to drive” and then he had to explain to them what happened so they’d let him drive after that 😭
#franco colapinto#i wish more people understood spanish and latam humor in general hes so fucking funny#no amount of translations do him justice#azerbaijan gp 2024
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I find it very realistic that Megumi wants to try to live for someone else again instead of for himself directly. I mean it. It will take him a long time to recover from what he has suffered, which was too much for a child (because he is still a child!!). At first I thought Megumi was going to pick himself up, but looking at it from another perspective and analyzing my own experience with mental health: it makes sense. Megumi needs help. And he will get it. Yuuji and his friends will teach him to live for himself. The ending of Megumi's character is a new beginning, unlike the others.
Btw, did y'all notice his scars are Sukuna's? The way i'd kms on the spot, poor boy :( he's going to live with the curse of remembering every time he looks on the mirror
#he's so precious#i missed him#so so much#he grew up in a negligent house just to be taken by a complete stranger who only cherised his powers#he lost yuuji which was the only thing he was probably egoistic about in his whole life and then when yuuji came back he was so relieved#he lost everyone again and was severely abused#how do ppl expect him to recover in five minutes?#seriously did ppl expect to get out of sukuna's body and see life is worth? of course not he needs help and he's getting it#:')#he will get better thanks to his friends and grow#to deal with someone like Megumi you need to be very understanding#like yuuji is#btw if you see someone struggling with mental health please be this patient#thanks to the people who picked me up and understood me when i was at my lowest#jujutsu kaisen#@meyers#megumi fushiguro#itadori yuuji#itafushi#jjk 268#jjk leaks#jjk spoilers
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#Exept will understood and went 'oh that's hot' like the criminally insane queer that he is <3#love him sm#They both broke into Bedelia's dms togther#doxed her#and called it their honeymoon#hope they never change <3#hannibal#nbc hannibal#hannibal nbc#netflix#hannibal netflix#will graham#hannibal lecter#hannigram#murder husbands#renew hannibal#revive hannibal#hannibal crack
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stucky + merthur quotes
#stucky#stevebucky#just putting my two longest-standing otps together#as i've wanted to do for ages lol#in my head sarah rogers is borrowing this line from hunith#bc if hunith understood this about her son after watching him with arthur for just a couple of days#sarah DEFINITELY understood it after a lifetime of watching her son and the sweet barnes boy be so close they cast one shadow#so there <3#rillers has feels
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Do you see my vision
#GIVE HIM THE FUCKING TRUUUUUUUNKSSSS#and give her the skirt pls#have ma kent give them both the way she did in season 1#i mean they understood the importance in the first place i doubt theyll just forget it but that doesnt mean ill shut up till season 3 is out#aka ill be obnoxious about it until something else grabs my attention like spidey or invincible#my adventures with superman#my adventures with supergirl#maws season 2#maws#maws supergirl#maws superman#superman show#superman suit#superman#clark kent#kal el#kara kent#kara zor el#kara danvers#supergirl#dc comics#dc
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Health and Hybrids (XXV)👽👻💚
[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
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💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts 💚 (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)
Where we last left off... Tim pulls a fast one on Batman for their mutual benefit. Everybody giggles. Danny goggles.
Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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(Additional TW: I think this counts as a panic attack ngl)
On the one hand. The room Danny’s in has a killer view of the earth from the moon.
The wall is basically just one big window. Danny is also apparently permitted to mash his face into the glass and ogle the Earth from Space for as long as he wants until the stinky dad, whoever he is, finally emerges from the depths of the building.
Diana’s the only one beside him today. She looks nice—nicer than usual, in her armor and bright clothing rather than soft scrubs and hair net. She can push his chair without getting tired—she could probably fly and carry him too, if she had to, so. Danny’s maybe counting on her liking him if this stinky dad tries to be mean.
So. Diana (nice lady) and Danny (half-dead ghost boy) are quietly seated in a dim, peaceful board room, absorbing the early morning (?) space radiation when the door hisses open across the room.
In the doorway is a long, dark, shadow of a man.
…And the green guy!!
Okay, if the stinky dad man brought a friend to this meeting the same way Diana’s meant to supervise him, Danny feels like he’s been lawyered up for the sake of some kind of court trial. This is not fair. Danny wasn’t able to review his case with his legal representation before this.
Well. Danny fumes. Whatever. His lawyer is Diana, the most powerful living being he’s seen ever in his life, and she can totally kick the green guy’s ass. Hell, Danny could probably kick the green guy’s ass.
...You know. If he wasn’t. Sick.
The stinky dad guy looks a lot like the blob his kid drew him as. That’s kind of neat—his suit is all black with little to no variation, which sort of just washes out the colors Danny might have been able to see if his eyes were still good. He’s very quiet, which is nice, and he’s very not-trying-to-read-Danny’s-mind, which is even better.
The two sit. Danny’s already in a wheelchair, so he just lets Diana wheel him to the table. The lady sits beside him in the spinny office chair.
Hello, the green guy opens with, already toying with the edges of Danny’s aura.
Danny sends back an abundance of ass-kicking emotions.
…Alright then, the green man capitulates, the barest hint of bemusement quickly stifled.
Good. Danny is mean. He’s awake enough to be mad about other people touching his aura from any end of his personal bubble.
But then the green guy…says stuff to the dad guy? And it’s very? Quiet?
Explanations, the green guy says. The image of a sign language translator at a baseball game floats over to him, and—
…Oh. He’s translating. For Danny.
That’s…nice? Nicer than Danny expected, honestly? Most of the time, people are perfectly happy to misinterpret him. It was kind of the way of the world at this point. Getting blamed for stuff, getting accused of stuff…
Man. If they turn out to be indoctrinating him for secret war purposes, at least they’re going all in. Danny might actually. You know. Like it here. A little.
He squirms in his chair, and tries not to look at anyone in particular. Diana—the lady who’s been nice to him—makes as if to straighten his hair for him, and remembers at the last second that he doesn’t like to be touched.
And sure. Danny doesn’t want to be touched. By bad guys.
…But Diana’s been really nice to him, so. Maybe. He scratches at the back of his neck, and ducks his head down—and remembers to use his words. “Yes,” he consents verbally. He can’t make eye contact. But he can…let her. Brush his hair back. A little.
Diana asks something long and complicated—and the green guy presses an image of Wonder Woman asking permission, being kind, being gentle—up against the edges of Danny’s awareness.
Danny nods at the floor instead of at the lady. It’s fine. She’s fine. It’s fine.
And her fingers carefully brush through the front end of his fringe, and Danny. Danny is so normal about it. He doesn’t even cry or anything. Not even in front of his friend’s stinky dad.
And she doesn’t do it like Mom did it. And she doesn’t ruffle his hair like Dad did.
But it’s. Nice. And she doesn’t pull.
…And she doesn’t hit.
Danny eventually leans back into his wheelchair. It’s a little bit embarrassing to be halfway in and halfway out, but. Whatever. The scary-looking-dad with the earsies on his helmet has his own teenager. He should understand what it feels like to get emotionally weird with your teen in a public place. If he doesn’t, well...he wouldn’t be a great dad, then, and his opinion would suck anyway.
Based on what Danny knows about the masked kid, Danny isn’t sure the guy would tolerate a bad dad. The teen seems kinda unhinged.
The man says something, and the green guy presses a number of translated feelings against Danny’s awareness: Greetings. Questions about Danny’s wellbeing. Curiosity, but not demanding.
“…Hello,” Danny says back, and. Waves.
The man waves back. He’s got little claws on his gloves.
…Like a cat? Is it to go with his ears? Danny wonders about the possibilities of the guy being cat themed. It’s possible, presumably.
So…they want to know how Danny’s doing? Danny shrugs, and he glances at Diana, since, you know, she could probably fill them in? She does speak their language. And she’s been here the whole time.
The lady leans in close to him, black hair falling out from behind her ear. “What do you want to say?” she whispers into her ear, hand covering her mouth from their watchers.
Uh. It’s up to…Danny?? Somehow??
Danny winces. “…Good?” he tries, unsure if the word he uses means okay or fine or well. “…Not…hungry?”
“Very good,” Diana agrees, a little louder. She looks proud. Being not hungry must mean a lot to her, then. It means a lot to Danny too—he can remember the sensation of his stomach rubbing against itself, friction pulling raw at his insides as acid ate at him.
It was. Bad.
It was bad.
Danny’s glad he’s not there anymore. Anyway, there’s a guy in the room who reads minds, and Danny doesn’t really want to share that memory with anyone ever; especially someone who could turn it back on him.
The stinky dad says something else, but he uses words too thick and long for Danny to understand. The green guy translates, pure conceptual recall brushing against Danny’s outer aura—Needs? Wants?
…Danny frowns.
Danny looks at Diana, who looks back at him. Wants, needs…? What?
“Do you need aniþing?” Diana whispers to him, which. You know. Mostly makes sense.
Does Danny…need anything? He has medical care, he has food, he has water, he has toys and brain teasers, even…he has people to hang out with, he has people who stretch his legs with him so that he can go back to normal…heck, he doesn’t even have to clean his own waste bag. There’s people who do that for him.
Like. What more could Danny ask for?
Danny shrugs. He just wants to heal up and run away. Maybe…maybe, if Diana is real and not just pretending to like him to keep an eye on him, she’d let him visit her later or something. Danny would do what Dani doe—did. What Dani…did. And he’d just go a bunch of places and come back when he wants to.
But. No. There’s nothing he really needs right now.
The pointy-eared guy and the green guy share a look and a couple quiet words. Danny flares his annoyance into the silence, but all he gets is a silent Apology/Apology, which isn’t answers.
Ugh. Danny leans over the arm of his wheelchair. This is kind of super boring; it’s more boring than it is frustrating, even.
The stinky dad guy says something else, and Danny feels the push and pull of something double ended tugging on the outer edge of his aura. Additional/information, giving/take?
Danny really wishes he’d brought a fidget toy or something. His nerves are ramping up but all he can do is contort his fingers together, feeling the strain in and the joints click as he pushes them together and twists them apart. They want…to ask him questions? No, they’re already asking him questions. They want Danny to…give them questions??
…Danny doesn’t really want to. Still, he probably…should.
“The…space station,” he says, using the wrong word for their big space building but not knowing the better one; “Is this…where…why is it?”
The black-caped dad grumbles something vaguely approving. A tablet pops out of the table—spooky—and the guy starts drawing on it, explaining all the way. The green guy simplifies more of the verbally complicated concepts for Danny as they go.
Anyway. So they’re in space because it’s their…job? Danny thinks? They do…fighting stuff. Which Danny knew. Because he’d seen them on the news.
But it looks like they do a lot of things—they clean up after storms, and chase regular bad guys and super-bad-guys instead of just big ones. And they stop bad aliens from hurting people on Earth.
The green guy shifts from a green-looking, pointy-headed, red-eyed form to a warm, brown, human skin tone. And even. Like. Human clothing.
Danny stares.
…And the guy immediately takes back his natural form, his body physically shifting and morphing, which, fair, but holy crap. He’s living, on Earth. He passes as normal, on Earth. No one snitches on him. No one’s selling him to the government for parts. No one’s trapping him in a cage and not feeding him.
This guy works here, and everyone lets him.
Danny shifts in his chair. He…he wants that. He wants that. He wants to pass as human and not have to worry about…about anyone getting rid of him. He wants to go back to school. He wants to hide, and never ever not ever be found by anyone or anything when he does.
“I want that,” Danny says. There’s no inflection. He feels dead. He is dead, but usually he doesn’t feel it. “What do I do for…that.”
Help/Searching/Finding? the green—alien—questions, but there’s nothing for Danny to find. He knows exactly where everyone he loves is—and unless they’re already fully formed in the ghost zone…
…Well. Danny has forever to wait and see if he’ll see his friends and sister again. Maybe he’ll find them again one day, in a world purely green and glowing.
He shakes his head.
The next question comes…softer. Gentler. The mental push feels more like a breeze than a gale. Friends…Home/family?
The question comes tinged with all sorts of sensations that Danny’s suppressed—warmth, security, happiness, oxytocin, fondness, pride and being the source thereof, warmth and love, love, love—
Danny’s sweating. He can’t stop. His hands are shaking faster than usual—he kicks the brakes off his chair with the heels of his palms, and jerks the wheels back, pulling away from the desk—
He’s halfway across the room before he hears the noise. It’s just. Noise. It’s Diana, carefully shushing the loud heartbeat churning in his ears, hands on his hand, trying not to cage him but trying to keep skin on skin contact. Her hand is on the back of his hand, and on his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” Diana whispers. Danny’s shaking. His whole body is shaking. “Shhh, sh sh sh. It’s alright, it’s okay.”
It’s not it’s not it’snoit’snotit’sNOT. His sister is dead. His friends are dead. His parents sold his captors the equipment to catch him and they didn’t care if he got hurt doing it and now they’re DEAD. They tore open his hometown down the middle just to catch him, they stole him—they took his dead parent’s things as tools to hurt him—they HURT HIM and there isn’t—he can’t—he can’t—
Something is holding him down, and Danny thrashes. He has arms, but they’re injured—he has legs but he needs a tail and he—and—
He cries into Diana’s arms, sobbing and wailing. It’s a miracle that the building stays together. She holds him tighter, and he cries even harder into her soft under-layers.
He wants to run away. He needs to run away. Someone is holding him, and he can’t even flicker through her the way he wants to; his core is already too strained just from talking.
Danny’s sick. He’s dying. He’s—
“Take a breath,” Diana whispers, calm and sure. She models it for him. Danny gasps in air. “Good. Lete it out slow. As bobbels in a straw.”
He tries to copy her he does and she’ll be so angry if he can’t do it right on the first try but she lets him try, over and over again, until Danny’s able to stop hiccupping and leaking tears and ectoplasm all over her and realize that she’s holding him like a baby. Like. Actually cradling him against his body armor.
…You know what. He’s too tired to even be embarrassed. Screw that. Danny leans all the way over her and goes completely limp. Someone else can deal with his him for a little bit.
She does. Diana just…holds him.
It’s nice. Mom and Dad used to do that for him, when Danny was still…more human, he supposed. More than he is right now.
Something else touches his hand. Danny looks blearily downwards.
The teenager’s dad gets to his knees and takes Danny’s hand—and he doesn’t need the translation to understand.
“I’m sorry,” the man says, over and over again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Danny blinks sleepily. What does his friend’s stinky dad have to be sorry for? He didn’t even do anything to Danny in the first place.
Danny won’t remember, afterwards, being wheeled back to his room for a nap. They must have wheeled him back, though, because the alternative is that Diana tucked him into bed like a baby, and that’s just kind of embarrassing to even think about for too long.
#Diana: I have been allowed to touch him. Ergo I can pick him up now. This is permission#Bruce (in the meeting review later): ...no#Diana: why not??#Bruce: that is. most certainly not how human trauma works. Keep asking before you try anything.#Diana: ah. Understood.#health and hybrids#dp x dc#danny phantom#dcu crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#tw medical#tw body horror#tw gore#although tbh at this point we're mostly a recovery fic#faer fic
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DC Social Media AU Part 2
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#jason todd#dick grayson#birdflash#dc social media au#stephanie brown#wally west#bruce wayne#duke thomas#wonder woman#the signal#red hood#nightwing#omg they're superheroes#batman#red hood is not verified and it personally offends him#wonder woman again because I don't think y'all understood me the first time#she is in fact mother
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"Have you no more memories?"
I am made of memories.
"Speak, then."
#qsmp fanart#that quote is from The Song Of Achilles#beautiful book#HUGE spoiler warning#in the last scene of the book patroclus and thetis are sitting together at achilles' grave watching the sunset#patroclus has just finished recounting the entirety of his life with achilles to thetis#and despite how much the two hated each other; and despite how much disdain thetis had for patroclus for being a human#for the first time in her life thetis understands how much those two meant to each other and how much achilles loved patroclus#and so she lets patroclus travel to the next world to be with him; she sends him off so they can be together#“go” she says. “he waits for you.”#that's basically what I'm thinking of here#an AU wherein which Fit and Madagio find themselves in each others' paths again and Madagio sees that Fit's grief hasn't swallowed him whol#Madagio is curios because he has never understood how to deal with grief in a way that isn't revenge#and asks about it#he asks about the rosebushes and the goggles#and after the two sit for days in a far-out reach of the wasteland; fit talking and madagio listening#madagio decides maybe he can spare the time and effort. maybe he can find a way to reunite fit with pac and ramon;#even if it's just for a minute#qsmp#fitmc#fitpac#madagio#qsmp madagio#54625art#holy shit sorry for yappin so much#mcyt#mcytblr
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