#consider this a remake

[kogglyuffs]

in my defense, i have no defense

[railroad-spike]

UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN - 1x07|Blood Atonement

[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

[shiroikabocha]

not sure if meticulously copying an ASCII image onto paper in a half-assed calligraphic style counts as “art” but, if it does, here is an Art

Our Lady of Perpetual Disagreement, patron saint of the Death of the Author: Milton Library Assistant

and here’s a color-flipped version (red text preserved) that my good friend made for me, since I can't for the life of me get my scanner working:

[crescentfool]

judgement day 🌕

[itsghostlost]

idk man but it’s Friday

The drawing is loosely based on this

[dangoulains-devotion]

🐺🌸

[circumference-pie]

Nirvana in Fire | Ep 49

A remake of this gifset.

[wyrmwright]

🩸⛰️🌟

[wisecrackingeric-2]

So you know that one heatstroke trend right

[14-crush]

how different do you think things would be in the storyline if it were to actually follow canon? as in acht/ahato knowing marina and whatnot

LOL I DONT KNOWWW ;u;

14 crush is so off base that i think itd be like a different plot entirely if it actually reflected canon. that's why around when splatoon 3 was getting close to launch, i could see the signs, and i was like. Ok crush is in stasis forever so i dont have to change anything about it no matter what happens HAHAH

i have different agent OCs these days that arent as bound to a specific story so they can be a little more flexible with canon. also they're just more in line with the kinds of OCs i make now compared to when i was a teenager ... i talk about them on main sometimes you might see em around. these ones have actual names!! crazy

(this art is kinda out of date though... i rly do need to make actual ref art thats not chibi... lol...)

[front-facing-pokemon]

[arevixie]

world is beautiful

stills :3

[userbru]

With staff’s plans to remove the legacy editor and make the beta editor default, I know there’s been a lot of gifmakers like myself stressing out over how that’s gonna make our gifsets look on desktop. BUT thankfully since this is kind of a thing theme makers have been aware of for a while now and with a fix created by @glenthemes​, here are some of my themes that support gifsets made with the beta editor:

theme 38

theme 36

theme 34

theme 33

theme 32

theme 31

theme 30

theme 29

theme 28

theme 27

theme 21

theme 20

theme 19 (both versions)

theme 18

theme 17

theme 16

theme 14, theme 10, theme 7 (links and previews on my masterpost for the terminated blog)

I hope this is a helpful list!

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i am also open for commissions <3

[tifa-simp]

One of the thing makes me fall in love with Tifa so deeply is that she cries more than anyone in this game. FF7 is a game with many deaths and lost that sometime you might feel human lives become trivial. But Tifa is there to mourn for them, for her father, for Nibelheim, for Jessie, for Sector 7, for Aerith and more. And while Cloud always keeps moving forward and Barret chooses to solely focus on his goal, Tifa always looks around and back, reminds not only her but her friends that the path they're walking affects many people, they have to think of the others too. Tifa doesn't let herself dwell on grief but she doesn't let herself be numb to the pain either. She's the one who'll cry for you and with you, how many of us have someone like that by our side?

[re-colligere]

GONE SHOPPING [AO3]

In which Disgust goes out shopping, but not before Fear tries to give her (and tell her) something important.

The last of the three old fanfics I wrote. Unfortunately an unfinished multichapter fic.