#i had to get it out omg

[mysticdeath]

| | | | 🩸 — @cabinetcuriosities \ continued.

the room was thick with ghosts, none heavier than the one standing before him. camille o'connell. HER. she was here, impossibly here. her voice threading through the cracks of his mind like a melody he'd long forgotten he knew — the air felt electric, every breath alive with an unbearable ache that flared like lightning in his chest. something akin to a longing / A GRIEF / an unspeakable thing he dared not name in the time since the then and the now. and so, for a long moment, he simply stares. the swirl of her words and the light lilt of humor in her voice tangling with the sharper edges of his fear. he wanted so badly to believe it was her. a part of him, shoved down as far as it may be, needed to believe it. but the weight of her death pressed hard against his memories. AN UNWELCOME GUEST HE HADN'T SINCE SHOOK. he'd seen her go. watched the life seep out of her in slow, agonizing waves. he'd held her in his arms. until the very best of her had turned cold to the touch — he hadn't been able to stop it.

her death had been a masterpiece of despair, painted in strokes of venom and inevitability. he remembered every detail; each second burned into the fragile fabric of his soul. a sear of anguish that blazed through him every time he dared to revisit that darkened place. and after she was gone, he was haunted by the space she had left. A THOUSAND TIMES HE'D TURNED TO HER, expecting a wry smile, a steady voice, her maddening ability to see through his defenses. and a thousand times, there had been nothing. always nothing. her presence lingering only as smoke and shadow, slipping through his fingers before he could hold it. he had even spoken to her in the quiet moments, begged the void for her forgiveness, for her wisdom. he had longed for her so profoundly that the longing itself had become a second death, one he endured over and over again.

and now, she was here … but how? — her voice pulled him back to the present, to the impossible miracle standing before him. but miracles, he had learned, had their costs. paranoia licked at the frayed edges of his relief. the gnawing certainty that this was another cruel trick, another ploy by the universe to unmake him. yet, as she spoke, her fear and uncertainty rippling out like delicate threads, something in her tone settled inside him. soothing the tempest just enough. just as she always did. and for a heartbeat, he cannot breathe. that warmth, that stubborn insistence on levity even in the darkest moments, was so her. so beautifully camille that it set something simmering inside him, an ember of belief.

"it is rude, isn't it?" klaus's voice is softer than he expected, his usual sharpness dulled down by the sheer weight of her presence. "but you know me, love. i've … never been one for punctuality." he lets the faintest ghost of a smirk curl his lips, and dares not to pick at the way it does not reach his eyes. "i don't … i don't know how this is possible." admission feels like defeat, his voice quieter now, tinged with something almost fragile. "but i swear to you, camille — if there are consequences, i'll bear them. whatever it costs, i will keep you here. where you belong." he wants to reach for her, his hand twitching at his side. but klaus stops himself. fear, RAW AND UNRELENTING, kept him rooted in place. for if he touched her and she disappeared, it would surely destroy him.

her question of lucien hung in the air between them : loaded and bitter, it reeks of a blood - soaked revenge and a victory that never did taste sweet. "yes, he's dead." his mind snaps back to that day — the smile carved so carefully with broken glass across the pale skin, the soothing stillness of the man's heart in his palm once it had been ripped so effortlessly from his chest. "i tore him apart, camille. i ripped his heart from his chest with my own hands and watched the light leave his eyes, and it still wasn't enough."

the silence that follows is unbearable inside this. THIS, this flicker of doubt that refuses to be quelled. the question of whether this was real or some twisted illusion designed to unravel him lingers still. but as he looked at her, at the vulnerability etched into her features, the way her hand hovered over the mark on her arm as if grounding herself in the memory of her death, something inside him shifted. it was her — he was certain of it. it had to be. "camille," he said, her name a prayer on his lips. "if this is real— if you are truly here … then i swear to you, i will protect you from whatever comes next. i will not fail you again." defenses slip further, and with it, a tentative step forward is taken. "i lost you once — i will not do it again."

[modemica]

“I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won’t you let me?”

[swampybogg]

[avocadoraisin]

Saw 11 is gonna be the beach episode

[lmadsadness]

Shockwave. PLEASE get sleep omfg

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia “Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[dizzybizz]

trailblazer makes a wikihow on how to become a raccoon

they commission gepard to do the art

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[ricky-mortis]

So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?

It’s a bit late in the week but I wanted to draw something for it, and I liked this prompt.

The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.

[buggbuzz]

THERE IS NO WAY WE GOT INEFFABLE BUREAUCRACY THAT EASY AND THEN—AND THEN THEY JUST

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM NEVER GOING TO FUCKING RECOVER

[billysgirllol]

"no..." she quickly interjected, "that isn't what i meant. i meant i-" i was just trying to say, i'm scared to lose you. but the words get caught in her throat when this sudden announcement he's leaving bombards her out of nowhere and causes bambi eyes to go wide. like a deer caught in headlights, all that she registers from that is he's going far away from here. "what? you're leavin'? here?" it was a shock, because of the way they'd grown up together. they always said their calling was their love for horses and all l.ucy g.ray has ever known b.illy b.onney as this cute little cowboy since the first second she saw him. even though, they both had expressed love for performing arts. it just didn't seem like everything was right in the world if billy was anything other than dedicated to his love for horses and being on their farms. like her. they had talked about it so many times, she just didn't expect this giant twist to erupt out of nowhere. "i mean... that's... that's wonderful. i'm proud and real happy for you." she always knew he was exceptionally smart and this is an amazing opportunity, she wasn't selfish. but they were like peanut butter and jelly, inseparable, attached at the hip. she wasn't grasping how she was just going to not have him around anymore. "if that's where you're goin'... why did you do that anyway?" kiss her. wasn't that just cruel? what if she hadn't had fear of ruining their bond and acted on what her heart really wanted to do? what then? he was just going to abandon her?

continued.

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated

[thisischeri]

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[books-are-my-life-stuff]

All Mashle magazine-exclusive artworks and posters released in 2023!

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[serafisolaris]

please pick up the phone