#fight me i dare you

[steviebunny]

I'm so tired of watching some of that interview with the vampire discourse. They are flawed characters for a reason they literally have eternity. Obviously they're going to be immensely flawed. You can both love lestat for his good moments, his affection, his ability to see beauty everywhere, and have empathy for his childhood , what Magnus did to him all while acknowledging that he was a toxic partner to Louis and guardian to Claudia. You can feel empathy for Louis, and acknowledge his rage and quiet resentment as a flaw. You can love Claudia and criticize that she murdered her parental figure. You can feel for Armand and want to give that poor boy a hug after the 500 years of suffering he's had at the hand of everyone who was supposed to care for him while also being upset he's a manipulative gaslighting bastard.

The only two least flawed characters internal struggles we even get a look at are Daniel and Madeline. Who are both remarkably human for the majority of the show.

Not to mention for a majority of the centuries each of these vampires have been alive. Therapy has not existed! For most of these characters, the peak of their own self-reflection is Claudia's journaling or finding themselves through art, be that music, directing, or photography.

We all know people in the year of our Lord 2024 who don't go to therapy because they think it's useless or just for the "crazies" If you thought your toxic gay vampire franchise would be beyond that you're delusional.

[poppy-s-rampage]

Once a Hero.

Chapter 1: Too late!

Warnings: Blood, Gore and violence. You can't sue me now!

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Prologue| Masterpost| Chapter 2!

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The Master of time leaned over the unmoving form of his young protegee, forceps needle and thread in hands. The old ghost deftly redid the stitches on the youngest torso. Slowly but surely closing the jagged ‘Y’ shaped wound shut.

‘How did it come to this?’

All it took was one minute of inattention for the young Halfa's timeline to be put in jeopardy. In a single moment of inattention, Daniel’s timeline tangled with another stray unstable one and merged. By the time Clockwork noticed, the timelines were already fused to the point of no return. Reality wrapped to fit the new Frankenstein series of events. So he did what he could, snip at some parts, and twist at others to make it so his protegee could have a chance of survival and still having a goodish timeline.

The gaping wound now finally shut, the old ghost went to treat the boy’s muzzle cuts and throat. The apparatus, when destroyed by the wail, had split open the right cheek’s flesh from the corner of the Halfas mouth, carving a morbid half smile. The boy’s tongue was bloody but could still be salvaged with diluted ectoplasm. The real problem was the throat; it was impossible to currently heal to a usable level with the concentration of ectoplasm he could safely use on Danny.

He was no Frostbite, but he was more than capable of putting back together the young ghost in a Time out. Daniel was too unstable to stay in the infinite realms, his core still too raw for pure Ecto. It would be like feeding a 10-year comatose patient a buffet after being kept alive via IV, transfer the concept to a fragilized and forcefully balanced core, and you get the idea.  It was also a way to better realize the consequences of his mistake. But not to apologize, nothing would ever be enough to fix what Daniel had endured.

Clockwork stopped believing in apologies an eternity ago.

It all had happened so fast, Phantom had no chance of changing the course of events. Ironically, the current timeline was the best possible outcome after the incident.

While his protegee’s original timeline’s parents would have been accepting of his heritage, the ones of the intruding unstable timeline were not. ‘Monsters’ would have been too kind of a word to describe them. Curiosity plagued individuals who could have given Dan a run for his money. The origin of a world’s collapse, the cause of too many deaths, terrifying geniuses with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and slaves of their obsessions. Even their children didn’t hold enough value for them to spare.

Thankfully, this world didn’t come to that and was still salvageable. Unfortunately, too many people have already lost their lives and existence to his mistake.

It had been like any tranquil day in young Daniel's life. He woke up groggy after a night of patrolling, went to school, hung out with his friends, patrolled a bit, saved a few weaker ghosts, stopped a few accidents and then went back home. The young Halfa had planned to finally reveal his identity to his parents- with no little insistence and encouragement from his sister and the reassurance of the previous Freakshow happenings. (He, of course, delayed the moment as much as he could.)

Of course, Clockwork had already watched and analyzed all the possible futures caused by this decision. He had assured Danny that no harm would befall him.

And since every possible happening was in Daniel’s favor, the ghost of time left the timeline out of his watch in favor of fixing yet another mess the Speedster’s had caused.

Seriously, what kind of mentally challenged troglodyte would erase an entire timeline to enjoy a cheap burger in loop instead of buying another!

*Crack*

The forceps broke in his hand. The Ancient summoned another one. Moving to stitch the lacerations on his king’s arms and legs.

It had, sadly, taken a while for the Master of Time to fix the Flash themed issues. It then took him an even longer while to salvage the tangled mess of timelines. He was far too late to save Danny’s loved ones. Humans, even Liminals, were fragile.

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The reveal had gone well at first, Jack and Maddie had accepted their son’s new nature. But then the timelines merged, the Fenton parents became one with their alternates and the world was set ablaze.

The youngest Fenton was promptly drugged and knocked out, only to wake up on a dissection table. His parents and a few GIW agents circling him, tools in hand. The hours, maybe days, Daniel spent in these creatures’ grasps were a nightmare made real.

His sister and friends tried to free him, only to be captured and fall victim to the same fate. Amity Park’s younger population mutinied against the agency and scientists but quickly got shut down. Brutally. The city was deemed a lost cause and put on lock down. The elder Fentons and the GIW galvanized by their success, went after every single being standing in their way in the name of science and self-defense.

It was too much for the young Halfa. His every waking moment being haunted by monsters wearing the skin of people he used to know and love. To hear the same people who raised and loved him gloating at the harm they caused his fraid. At the harm they caused him, vindictive. Every ounce of strength Danny had went into figuring out a way to save what he had left. But alas, he was too late.

Everything culminated the moment the agents and his parents reentered the room for the how manyth time. Their make believe faces fixed into a cruel smirk, smiles too wide, eyes too bright and too many teeth. Were the ghosts truly the monsters ?

Black opaque bags were dragged into the room next. A dreadful foreboding feeling caressed his spine. It was different. What were they planning?! What did they do?!

Panic seized the Halfa’s heart, hair standing on end. Eyes wide and pupils dilating as he noticed the strong smell of copper permeating from the bags.  His restrained limbs shaking at the realization of the truth he oh so wanted to deny. 

The monsters kept talking, taunting and accusing him of something. Blaming him. But he didn’t ‘hear’ them over his ever rising dread.

They opened the bags and his world came crashing down.

Three lifeless barely recognizable corpses. Chest opened in a bloody imitation of a butterfly. Missing limbs and organs. An innumerable number of lacerations. All indicators of a painful and slow death. But yet their eyes remained closed into acceptance and welcoming the relief of death.

He wailed.

Despite the muzzle, despite his already severed vocal cords. The wail coming from his very core blasted everything in his surroundings. The muzzle shattered, the monsters vaporized into a red mist and the walls became debris.

The building shook. The creatures in human skin panicked trying desperately to flee the premise but they were too late.

The latest experimental portal meant to be mass produced by the GIW resonated with the Wail and destabilized. The explosion that followed erased the facility and its surroundings and triggered the original Fenton portal which in turn wiped the city above off the maps.

Every single being died. The GIW agents, the Fentons, the citizens and some of the weaker ghosts. The stronger Phantom rogues weren’t even in the range or succeeded in escaping. The Fentons and GIW were still ‘thankfully’ useless when it came to capturing them.

And then there was Phantom.

Unfortunately or fortunately for him.

Forever the exception.

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Prologue| Masterpost| Chapter 2!

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Author note:

Hello! Thank you for reading! This time I didn't write this at 3 am!

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I wrote it at 5am! Insomnia says what?

[30s-radio-alter]

Hello Ladies and gentlemen it has come to my attention that people are pushing others in my source fandom to suicide over who ships what! How crazy is that?! I have news for you all. Real human LIVING people should matter more than your silly little shipcourse!!!

Who cares who is shipped with who? Honestly if you can't let others be over a ship may I suggest something for you!? Therapy perhaps?!!!

As an Alastor fictive who is dating both a Husk and an Angeldust fictive I am disgustingly appalled at you people. You lot that support this make typical sinners in hell look like cherubs!! Get over yourselves! Pushing people to suicide over a damn ship is shameful and disgusting. Anyone who partook in that harassment I hope you get what is due to you... You are the worse kind of scum on this godforsaken world.

Clean up your damn act and just use that lovely little BLOCK button as it is intended if you don't like something or someone. It is infact that fucking simple.

[idontcarecarebear]

I refuse to debate anyone on this

[fermentedgutz]

art fight season… mwuahagahah…>:-)

[allthatispeculiar]

[labyrinthhofmymind]

they could never make me hate you, CANON SIRIUS BLACK

[imajinacxic888]

Soldier, poet, king

Sabo is a soldier

Ace is a poet

And Luffy is a King

[leslieseveride]

the way i hoped for a polin baby at the end of this season, but kept my expectations in the gutter cause i genuinely didn't think that was something that was gonna happen, only to be given the biggest shock of my life at the end of episode 8. i can't believe how much i won this season.

[its-dkh]

Hear me out,

Nightmare!Sans IS CAPABLE of feeling LOVE.

To be able to feel love, he must first be able to feel positive feelings. And he can in fact feel positive.

Who is Nightmare!Sans? The embodiment of negativity? The most cruel thing in the world? Someone who'll enjoys to see the world burn?

Yes. He ENJOYS people's pain. He ENJOYS people's sadness. He ENJOYS negativity.

Enjoying. Isn't that a positive feelings? I mean, there's the word "joy" in it. No?

What is another word to say enjoy? Source: word hippo

Ah. Yes. Love.

Now, am I saying that his fangirls have a chance?

No. He probably won't even acknowledge there existence. But it fun to know that he can fall in love. If he wanted to.(Because he's an ass)

Thank you for reading the rant that's been eating me for two years. If you enjoy this, I may write one where I talk about "Nightmare!Sans's perfect girlfriend is a overpowered woman"

[erenfox]

ok but thaluke is >>>

[clanofjones]

I'm team "Casey Junior is the only person who consistently likes Leo's jokes"

[jacks347]

I love writing for Escaped so much

Not just cause his universe is so damn cool and his stories have so many different angles to interpret but because if I have any questions ever I can just go to Discord like

"Hey, hey buddy, quick question for ya"

And he'll pop up and answer with a couple paragraphs of lore to explain away whatever question you might have

It's so refreshing, he is so genuinely sweet and down to earth and could crack me in half

If y'all ever get a chance to just have a conversation with Escaped, do it, he is such a lovely human being to talk to

This has been a PSA

[doerrferr]

ok but whoever decided to put the episodes of s4 in That Particular Order YOURE PAYING MY THERAPY BILLS 😭😭

every. damn. time. it gets me

Every

Damn

Time

(don’t get me wrong im incredibly thankful for the magnum opus of media experiences that is the doctor donna era but silence of the library followed by midnight, then turn left, and journeys end??????? OWIE KAZOWIE GETS ME EVERY TIMEEEEEE)

also this is a plea for tenth doctor angst and or donna angst / hurt + comfort, it’s obligatory to write/ drop a link to a fic if you read this - fank yew x

[ashercries23]

fuck it genderqueer genderfluid sirius black from now on

who uses all pronouns but also no pronouns

who has breakdowns after every haircut bc suddenly gender is weird

who is so used to conforming as a child that they dont use/hates lables 90% of a time

who prefers to not have a name some days but other times sirius is fine bc sometimes it feels like nothing else fits

who gets so tired of having gender expectations they have regular angry freakouts

[one-country-of-gay-amphibians]

I know it's green because apples are red or green cuz the skin

I know it's green because everyone is red inside and therefore the same, but racism exists because of the outside

I KNOW IT'S GREEN BECAUSE IF I THROW A WHOLE WATERMELON AT YOU YOU'RE GONNA SEE GREEN FLY TOWARDS YOU