#fight me but. the team ever??

[spinnysocks]

look at them.

sillies. /affectionate

[wandixx]

"There is only so much you can for the dead" part 2

continuation to this, I should probably make an original title at some point

trigger warnings: graphic describtion of Danny's death

Moments of blissed, deadly stillness felt unfairly short. It was less than blink of an eye, less than a drop of darkness after he asked Team for the last time to leave and before he woke up, in exactly same state that he was when portal spat him out. He could barely perceive his limbs, and what he could, was consumed by agonising pain.

Fuck, he hated Death Days. Absolutely horrible experience.

His nerves were on fire, electricity dancing and burning across them. His veins and lungs and nostrils and ears and stomach and eyes and mouth and every little crevice of his body was filled with ectoplasm, like liquid fire and evaporated ice, drowning him at every attempted breath. He was crushed by an unimaginable weight, at the same time as his body exploded. He was just coherent enough to feel his bones breaking, cells bursting, his very molecules being rearranged and destroyed and rebuilt but not coherent enough to tell if his scream was anything louder than a whimper.

He was in the middle of the crowd that screamed louder than he could handle, as if every person who ever got to Ghost Zone used this exact moment to let out all of their anguish, hands dragging and pulling and squeezing and brushing at every inch of his skin. He was alone like no one was ever before, in silence that was deafening. He could be stomped to death any second without anyone turning his head, and so separate from everything that he could be only existing being.

He couldn’t help but wait for Death, merciless and brutal, whose twisted children invaded his bed time stories since he could understood words, whose corrupted children he was taught to hate. She was hideous and horrifying, but against everything, she was familiar and he wanted, needed, to see one intimate face in the situation that was so wrong, wrong, wrong. He waited for her to rip his last breath away so everything would stop.

If he had a scrap of himself that could feel worse, it’d cry when he felt her getting away from him, slipping between the fingers that were both tense and limp, impossible to control but possible to feel, broken and twitching. She was getting away but pain wasn’t lessening, maybe even getting worse, to the point where it was only thing that filled his brain.

And then it all stopped. No pain, not even any left over typical to how injuries worked, just a moment of weird pressure against his palm (just like the button), that soon stopped too.

He was in his human form, but in the hazmat he wore just before the accident. Something was wrong about it all. Something in his body made it feel like not his. Something in his chest was too light and too quiet and some intrusive thought made him want to claw on his rib cage until he ripped it open and realized what was missing.

Breathing seemed to easy, enough that he got lightheaded. It got a lot harder when he realized.

He couldn’t feel his core.

Before he managed to come to terms with that, there was a gentle pressure on his hand again.

And the pain returned.

*-*-*

Danny didn't wake up abruptly, with a choked scream and phantom burns. He also didn't wake up slowly, not in the nice, relaxed way at least, when the line between dream and reality is blurred beyond recognition. He woke up in pain, feeling like he wasn't even sleeping before, just… somewhere else while his body was destroying itself again for what felt like decades.

It took some effort to connect with his body after he woke up. To be able to move even a finger. Even longer, to open his eyes. Actual ages to sit up without urge to scream.

After seeing the absolute wreckage of the room, he kinda wished it took him longer. It looked like a warzone. Electrical burns on the walls and ceiling, random puddles of bubbling ectoplasm eating away anything they touched like an acid, and what little stuff there was before, was almost all broken beyond recognition, either by whatever force was doing its thing during his death day show or ecto. When he looked at it a bit more, it seemed to go in spiral around him.

It was kinda sad that the cookies went to waste like that. He was curious who brought them in though.

Thank fucking Ancients that Team listened to him and nobody was there when the whole mess was going down. They would probably join him on the other side of the veil otherwise.

He saw it all only because of his ghost enhanced in dark vision (thank Ancients he stayed in the ghost form) because apparently his Death Day shorted out both main electrical circuit and the emergency one. Thankfully, according to his ears, it only reached this and rooms next to him, instead of the whole Mountain.

Fuck. He really hoped Robin gave him some sort of back-up back-up room because otherwise he was dead. Or well, dead-er.

He rolled out of the bed, barely catching himself from smacking on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Though some would argue he didn’t catch himself if only his face didn’t fall to the floor like the sack of potatoes.

Only then he caught sight of big, ecto-green circle that embed itself into the wall right over the bed. It had familiar vibes. Really familiar…

He had to tell the Team about it yesterday.

*-*-*

M'gann was sitting on the needles, just like everyone else. Sure, Phantom asked them to forget about him and essentially ignore whatever was happening to him, but there was no way they'd actually be able to do it. Case in point, first time alarms about shorting out of the electrical circuit in the room. They run there so fast that they had door open to see what was wrong before the absolute onslaught of electricity and ectoplasm and something else turned off the alarms thirty seconds later. Truth be told, they couldn’t do much, not without risking becoming second ghostly member of the Team, they’ve been there and ready. Conner tried to come in anyway, with his invulnerability and such, but they had to drag him out when despite extensive dodging he got hit five times by the time he got two steps into the room. Also, there wasn’t really anything he could do to help.

So they just spent last almost twenty hours alternating between different things to keep themselves occupied enough to not fall asleep and distract themselves from quilt but not enough to not be able to drop it at the moments notice if it was needed. First plan was to nap in shifts if it was necessary but it quickly became apparent that sleep was impossible with how worried everyone was and when M'gann proposed to just shut down their brains with her powers, everyone got really defensive. Well, no was no. So they just sat, at the moment in awkward silence because every topic that wasn't Phantom felt too inane and every topic that was Phantom felt too… just no. No name for why, just no.

M'gann was about to get up to make another batch of peanut butter and oatmeal snacks that took few minutes to make and could be dropped at any second, when Conner practically jumped in his seat, tilting his head to hear better. Robin perked up from whatever he was doing on his wrist computer at the same time.

"Phantom left the room!” they exclaimed at the same time, jumping out of their seats.

This head start didn’t matter by the time everyone ran or flew out to the corridor, racing against clock to the room where they left Phantom. It didn’t seems so before, but now M’gann just cursed their past selves for not waiting somewhere closer. There wasn’t really any place where they could stay instead, unless they set camp right outside his door, but it still. They should be there five minutes ago, like Wally, who obviously run off.

They heard Wally speaking before they’ve seen him.

“Hey, hey calm down. It’s fine, they’ll be there in a second, just chill. They’re right after me, whatever happened, we’ll help you in just a moment, you don’t have to run. You’re barely standing. Phantom, calm down”

M’gann barely made it around the corner and she thought she had seen Kaldur actually smacking into the wall. He brushed it off.

Phantom looked beyond rough. It seemed like Wally, who had ghost’s arm across his shoulders, was only thing holding him up. His feet were firmly on the ground, not in his usual way, when he looked just a breeze away from flying, but in this fully human way, which was unsettling. His face was gray instead of his usual almost tan, eyes wide and terrified.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he muttered, not looking at anyone in particular “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

“Phantom, it’s fine. It’s fine, we know about the room, it’s fine,” Robin said, trying to placate him. It didn’t quite work. Ghost was on the verge of hyperventilating, which was a bit weird to see on someone for who breathing was voluntary.

“It’s not about room”

“I’m sure it’s fine anyway”

“It’s anything but. I’m sorry-”

“Shut up and tell us what happened if you’re so sure we will be pissed”

“Artemis!”

“Portal”

“What about it?”

“Portal is what killed me.”

M’gann didn’t like how the whole situation looked before, but it suddenly became much worse.

“My Death Day made another one”

[cartoonguy08]

Some messy quick doodles of RED Freedom Fries because I actually can’t stop thinking of them as some divorced old couple even though they’re very adamant about being straight

They fight they bicker but most importantly something they will never admit to each other is that they care

They’re relationship is very complicated and complex to me so therefore I shall make their ship even more wacky and messy. Some slimy brooding annoyed freak x a very boisterous patriotic ignorant man

They go together like cheese and pie. 👍

[pianokantzart]

I’m going to level with you chat I don’t know which I’d prefer

[chasedeys]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6DqqjKE/

😭❤️‍🔥

the way he fuckjsing STUDTTEREDDDDRD MIKE BROWNNNN DUKE TOSSBIN WHOEVER THE FUCKKKKKK WHEN I CATCH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

i can't do this.

[solardrake]

INTERNATIONAL LOVER

Friendly Fire for RockShun on Art Fight!

[odetoscavengers]

two fan characters for af :^)

one two

[cherrytraveller]

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[mo-ok]

spring is so close i swear i can taste it

[mcytegg]

finally watched the stone sword stream and i feel So Sane abt drastics. btw.

[authoratmidnight]

So into s3 of RiD and.

I cannot believe that Steeljaw fell for the same ploy TWICE. AND then thought he could fight the guy who tricked him. And got his ass kicked.

Both times.

I think at that point it's just a skill issue on your part sir.

[vaguely-concerned]

they have a relationship indescribable in any language but which definitely involves some 'recognition of the self through the other (derogatory)' that neither of them wants to look at too hard. I do so love the way rook takes his hand in that last one looks almost romantic. *falls to one knee* fen'harel the dread wolf solas chuckles etc.... would you please do me the honour of going straight to hell

(I do think a lot about how rook as a character is the product of two mentors (solas only counts as one even though he used a sockpuppet account lol), and how that interacts with the meaning of what they choose to do at the end. it truly is the cole custody battle round two going on in here. the deliciousness of having rook say'varric taught me well' while pulling such an OBVIOUSLY solas coded move... we love a mixed and murky and hard to define truth. we love from a certain point of view-ing something so emotionally fraught. is it well now he's dead and you killed the part of me that would have saved you with him, the metaphorical mirror of him literally placing the knife that will end him in your hands. is it old run of the mill hypocrisy. is it just the grief enduring, the personal loyalty remaining (as, indeed, solas' did for mythal for a long time). is it 'maybe you should have thought it through a bit more before you decided to reshape me so in your own image (asshole) remember what you did when someone important to you was killed?'. is it the understandable non-gambler's choice considering what's happened literally every other time someone has tried to talk solas down that rook has witnessed and the stakes of this game is: everything, it's time to stop playing around and break out the marked up deck this is not the hour to deal fairly with someone who isn't going to do either. it's genuinely open to interpretation and how triumphant vs. depressing you want to consider it to really be, and I think that's great to have as an option beside the more straightforwardly cathartic redeem or even the ('good'/high readiness version of the) fight ending)

[dandelion-wings]

Holawaqa Ngoubou? The Goldflame Qucusaur Tyrant? Oh, no, sorry, we just call him "the boiled bird." Takes about fifteen seconds.

[icyfox17]

I'm going to write a long fic that's just 911 s8 but actually well written and enjoyable and plot points aren't dropped within 2 episodes oh my God

[lleclercism]

what pisses me off the most of this situation is that you know charles would never do anything like his teammate is because, he, has in fact, been on the position of getting sacrificed and instead of running his mouth to the media he was the bigger person saying it was the right thing to do on that track because the team discussed whichever car is behind is the one meant to protect, and was very proud of the team for being able to get a win this season. and then you have this fucking loser saying how saaad he felt for being "sacrificed" for a P4 !!!! mind you . the same guy who could have care less to say a simple "thank you" to his own fucking teammate who was told the entire race to not push, to stay behind, to cover his fucking ass

[s0fter-sin]

prankster!soap pulling a mean girls and cutting holes in all of ghost’s shirts so his nipples show and ghost goes full regina george not giving a single shit that his pale pink tiddies are on show