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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally getting help (prt 4)

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The bats worked through the night, coordinating and researching everything that needed to be done. Distortion showed up on the camera which they assumed was Vlad trying to get in but he didn’t manage it. After he finished trying from multiple angels including somehow from directly above (well Zatana did say invisibility, intangibility, and flight were the minimal powers they should expect from creatures of the infinite realms.) He turned human again and spent a long time banging on their front door.

He tried to call the cops but commissioner Gordon called Bruce directly to get the full story then told Vlad it could be dealt with in the morning. Zatana was also coordinating people heading to Amity, a full on raid of the GIW, and the Fentons.

Batman and Superman were collecting all the information that the raid team was sending out and workshopping public statements they could sent out to the public and the government about the unacceptable things they had found and the steps the JL was taking to fix it. The government was not going to be happy they knew, with the JL ‘over-stepping’ into their business and actually getting the word out about the atrocities a branch of their government and their pet scientists had been planning. The JL needed to get out ahead of it before the narrative could be twisted against them.

It was first thing in the morning when they did a live broadcast from the watchtower with Batman, Superman, and Zatana telling the world about the parallel world existing harmlessly along side their own, and the way the government tried to exploit it. The atrocities committed under the name of the Anti-Ecto acts with the ignorance of the public as a cover.

It was at the same time that Constantine, Dick, and Cas were raiding the Fenton’s home. Of course they were armed, but so were the bats, and they were used to fighting people who were armed. It wasn’t a particularly hard fight.

A redhead was sitting wide eyed at the kitchen table. “Can’t we just have one normal day!” She suddenly snapped but she was glaring at her parents, standing up and slamming her hands on the table.  “First you send Danny away with Vlad even though you KNOW they hate each other and it’s a school day and now this! What did you do to bring the heroes down on us!?”

“I don’t know Jazzybear!” Jack half whined as he was forced into power supressing cuffs to neutralize his minor super strength and sat down in the living room.

“I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding, don’t worry sweetie,” Maddie added, both of them were dressed in jump suits which did not help their supervillain vibes.

“it’s not a mistake mate, you’ve been messing with shit you really shouldn’t. And that portal in your basement is a fucking beacon welcoming a war. You’ve gone unchecked for too god damn long, we’re taking over things now.” Constantine told them before stalking down into the basement with Tim on his heels, Batman would be joining them as soon as they were done their press conference.

Cas stayed to watch the parents and Dick approached Jazz gently. “Hey can I talk to you in private please? It’s about your brother,” He said gently and she stiffened immediately. Looking at him in a way that made him feel like she could see straight into his soul and froze him to the spot. After a moment though she just sighed and nodded, beckoning to him to follow her upstairs, to a room that was probably Danny’s not her own. She sat on his bed and grabbed a bear that had been sitting on the edge, waving for him to sit at the desk.

“So, what do you know?” She asked with a sigh.

“Well, last night Vlad took Danny to a Wayne Gala, one of Bruce’s daughter Cas is really good with body language and clocked that something was wrong so she and one of the other kids got him away from Vlad and out of the party. I guess he really needed some adult support because he broke down and told them a lot, about the Phantom thing, the ghosts and… something you’re not going to like. But first I want you to know he’s safe, Bruce Wayne is a licensed foster parent and he’s taking good care of Danny, you can come live with them too if you want.

“We’re going to deal with the ghosts and the GIW and everything else now, I can’t promise by the end of this you won’t need somewhere else to go. I have a feeling if Batman and the Martian family have anything to say about this your parents will end up in prison for their unethical experiments.”

“As long as Danny is okay,” Jazz said firmly. “I was only staying to take care of him anyway, just get me emancipated and a scholarship for Gotham U so I can study while still being close to him I’ll be fine. I’m almost 18 as it is.”

Dick nodded, she was a smart and driven girl, she knew what she wanted, he could respect that. “Now, the thing you won’t like…” he trailed off and took a deep breath. “Danny is pregnant.”

“What!?“ Jazz blanched, gaping at him for a long minute. “That can’t be right! I mean I knew he was trans but he’s usually only interested in girls, how would he even-“ She cut off her eyes widening. “It was Vlad wasn’t it?” She gritted out with an expression the promised excruciating violence.

“Yes,” Dick said shifting awkwardly in his chair.

“Right.” Jazz said and got up, coldly calm. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” She grabbed a baseball bat from next to Danny’s bed that seemed to be glowing slightly then marched to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and pulled out two odd looking guns. Before Dick could say much of anything she had vaulted out of the window and taking off down the street.

“Oh dear,” Dick muttered faintly before heading back downstairs. “Hey Cas can we turn on the news, some sort of local station?” He asked. Cas nodded and searched around for the remote, turning it on to find the channel was already on local news.

Vlad was already on there, talking about how it was awful Bruce Wayne had Kidnapped a local child Danial Fenton, and he could not be allowed to get away with this just because he was rich! But that didn’t last long, they watched for a few minutes before a blur of red hair and blue rushed past the camera.

“YOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER YOU CREEP!” Jazz said as she came out swinging and she must have quite the arm because her first swing sent him nearly flying off the stage. He scrambled to get up as she lunged at him again.

“Now Jasmine you’ve clearly been misinformed, I didn’t do anything-“ His muffled voice was cut off as she swung the bat again and he yelped as she hit him in the stomach.

“YOU GOT HIM PREGNANT! YOU DID THIS! YOU SHOULD BEHIND BARS NOT BEHIND A PODIUM YOU FROOTLOOP!” She shrieked as she swung again and this time he managed to dodge. The cameras following them as Jazz chased him down the street, the sound of his supplications and her shrieking fading out as they became more and more distant.

It took a frantic moment for the camera angle to switch to something else, maybe a drone, which was able to follow them down the street.

“You Don’t UNDERSTAND! I didn’t want to hurt him! I just wanted a perfect son! If he had just agreed to be my son none of this would have happened! When I knew it failed I told him to let them die!” Vlad yelled at her, though that did NOT seem to comfort Jazz at all. She had devolved into shrieking book titles like curses as she chased him with the bat and shot at him with the guns though her aim didn’t seem very good.

Well they had him admitting to it on camera now. As he watched a new actor joined the fray, a girl in a red jumpsuit holding a blaster.

“You did what to Danny!?” She demanded as she pointed the blaster at Vlad.

“Oh cheespuffs!” Vlad breathed, his eyes widening as Jazz trailed off letting who must be Red Huntress take over the chase as Vlad shouted about how he had made her! He had given her her weapons she couldn’t use them against him! Which did not seem to be stopping her.

The camera fuzzed out for just a second and then Valery was chasing a ghost with red eyes and a white outfit. Cas was laughing silently at the show and both of the Fenton parents seemed to be in shock. A few minutes later Jazz walked back in through the front door looking tired.

“Turn that off please,” she sighed as she put the bat down.

“Of course,” Cas agreed and picked up the remote again, turning off the tv. 

“Vlad didn’t actually do that, did he Jazzy?” Jack asked softly, he sounded so hurt, as if he had any fucking right!

Jazz looked at him blankly. “How many times have we tried to warn you about him? How many times has Danny told you he didn’t feel safe with Vlad? But as usual you couldn’t see past your own desires. I’m going to go see if the trenchcoat guy needs any help getting into your files,” She sighed before vanishing downstairs. 

Dick glanced at Cas, and then followed them, she would have no trouble watching the Fentons and staying quiet whereas Dick felt like he was about to explode. Batman joined them before long and between the three of them they shut the bulkheads on the portal and locked them, secured dangerous chemicals and devices, and downloaded everything they could. There were plenty of prototypes and blueprints, and stuff that could generously be called research.

It was obvious these people were geniuses but it was even more obvious that at some point they had become careless and obsessive. Half of the writing on the blueprints wasn’t legible, dangerous chemicals were not in proper containment, and the weapons were not locked up. Looking at all of this it wasn’t surprising that two of the people they had been involving in their research suffered exposure, it was a surprise more hadn’t. It was easy to tell when Bruce came down he was horrified, it was in the way he froze when he saw the lab, as if his brain was struggling to process just how irresponsible the Fenton parents had been.

“You must be Jazz, it’s nice to meet you. Danny speaks highly of you,” He finally rebooted to say when she waved at him. 

“I love my little brother, I always did the best I could to keep him safe from… all this,” Jazz said gesturing at the lab with a sigh. “I wish it had done any good.”

“You did plenty of good,” Dick put in. “Trust me, to a kid having someone care about them can make all the difference. 

“All those nights I patched him up after he came back from fighting ghosts. He healed fast but still. I can’t believe… he’s already been through so much and we knew Vlad was up to something! Ellie said she was our cousin but she looked just like him, I should have kept a closer eye on-” She cut off and shook her head. “He’s a good kid, of course if he couldn’t give the babies up, even if it would be better for them if he did. I hope he knows I’d support him either way, I hope he didn’t not tell me because he thought I’d be upset at Him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Dick assured her gently. “Being a big sibling is hard, I know. But trust me you’re doing a great job, better than I did with my brothers,” he said, patting her shoulder. “You can ask him yourself later though. We have a lot to get done today to make sure he’s safe.”

She nodded stubbornly and doubled down on her work, directing them occasionally to where she knew they’d find more weapons or logs. She knew her way around the lab to a disturbing extent. 

Bruce and Dick both got a notification from Agent A saying that after a substantial sleep in Danny had woken up and was having breakfast. He seemed worried about the family but he was taking it alright, especially since he knew they were busy people. It did motivate Dick to clear things up as soon as they could so that they could get back to Danny though. The last thing he needed was More stress!

They had plenty of evidence of the Fenton parents breaking the law to call the police and have them taken away which gave them all the time they needed to strip the house. They got everything they could and decided to leave Constantine at the house to watch the portal until they could figure out how to shut it down completely without causing any damage. It seemed unstable so they didn’t want to risk it just now, especially without Danny’s input because according to Jazz Danny had made genuine connections in the Infinite Realms. 

They wrapped up this stage of the investigation before dinner after being up for about 36 hours. Of course they weren’t Done, there was still plenty to do investigating the government, how they’d gotten away with this and if they had any other nasty tricks up their sleeve. They’d have to manage any backlash from this unilateral move, and they’d have to figure out what to tell the public about Danny since Bruce would be fostering him. But all that could be done after having a family dinner with their new brother and a nap. 

part 5

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[laniusbignaturals]

The second reason Edward is so infatuated with Arcade is that he’s a captive audience that speaks the same language as Edward who he gets to pretend he’s winning over and stunning with his intellect forever or at least for what he expects to be forever (snip snip bitch.) That reason is narrowly beat out by the first reason, which is that Arcade acts as a romanticized reflection of the type of man Edward likes to think his Pre-Caesar self was: Arcade is who Edward imagines himself to be on the inside. Like Henry VIII melodramatically insisting there was a difference between himself the king and himself the man. So Edward usually considers every apparent similarity between the two of them to be affirming but eventually Arcade does outright tell Edward that he too never knew his father because he died in a violent conflict and he too is a faggot from head to toe & Edward is just like no. None of that happened anymore haha. Maybe that was something you said about yourself before but now you’re my reflection and those are parts of myself I don’t like.

[captain-astors]

[nervouspiratedragon]

Eggman would take great joy in reading to Sage and Metal Sonic , a fairytale story about a handsome mustachioed puppet maker that creates a living sentient puppet that moves without strings. In the story the puppet maker burns the sentient puppet into ashes in a furnace for being too disobedient.

Eggman would emphasize the puppet got what it deserves for being a disobedient creation .

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

miss you, tom

[lux-aurea-lunae]

Prompt 2 - Grave

TW: Death, blood, implied abuse, horror

Caretaker missed them so much. They wiped the tears from their eyes. Whumpee, their best friend, the most important person in their life, was dead.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that they went to that park by their friend's house, sitting with them in the grass, bandaging Whumpee's injuries and talking about nothing. It was a rare moment of peace in their otherwise turbulent lives. Whumpee always looked sad when they left, always dreaded going home.

The grey gravestone was currently shrouded in the shadow of an oak tree, preventing the pink glow of the setting sun from touching it. Maybe it was just the shadows or the tears still gathered in Caretaker's eyes, but the gravestone looked like it was a darker shade of grey, almost as if it was wet. Sunset had always been Whumpee's favourite time of day. They said it was like a reward for surviving another day.

Some of Caretaker's tears fell onto the gravestone, but they weren’t really paying attention to it. If they were, they might have felt bad about it. They started to shiver, signalling that it was time for them to leave. With one last blurry look, they walked away.

Caretaker came back the next week.  It rained last night, so the oak leaves were dripping water onto the grave.  The gravestone looked even darker than it had last time, but one wouldn’t notice unless they spent an unhealthy amount of time committing everything about their best friend’s eternal resting place to memory.  It was sunny now, but the stone had a glossy sheen on it and was still cold to the touch.  It was unusually dry, as if it was absorbing the moisture from their hand as they traced the name carved into it. 

It hadn’t been a very good week, but they had been so busy that they hadn’t gotten the chance to visit sooner. They couldn’t keep their emotions bottled up any longer, but they had no one to listen to their woes. They had resorted to talking to Whumpee’s grave. Caretaker had laughed sardonically when they realised that, even in death, their best friend was still comforted them better than anyone else. They supposed Whumpee just had that effect on them.

They added a tiny pebble to the small pile in front of the grave. Their friend had told them to leave a rock every time they missed them too much. When they asked, their friend said something about rocks being good for marking pathways, so they could always find them. They never understood their friend’s reasoning, but they did it anyway. They eventually came up with their own reasoning. Rocks lasted a lot longer than flowers, so it would be a more permanent reminder that their friend was loved.

Two days later, Caretaker found themself back in front of the grave. The stone looked almost black, with a polished shine it didn’t have before. It was still the same gravestone: the same shape, same chips and cracks, same words carved into its surface.

Clouds covered the sun and the wind whipped at their clothes, but they couldn’t feel the cold stabbing into them. Warm blood ran down their face, but they couldn’t feel any pain. It dripped into the stone and disappeared. The stone didn’t look any different, as if the blood had never been there at all. They pressed their hand to it. To their surprise, it was warm, and felt almost tacky, unlike the smooth, cold stone they were expecting. It reminded them of half dried blood sticking to Whumpee's skin after a rough night. The realisation hit them.

The gravestone felt like it was covered in blood.

They pressed their hand to it again, pushing into it this time. If they focused on the feeling of the stone under their hand, they could have sworn they felt it pulsating to the rhythm of a heartbeat. Maybe it was just their own heartbeat echoing in their ears that they had mistaken for a sensation. Their fingertips came back stained with faint traces of red. No matter how close they looked, they couldn’t see any blood on the gravestone.

A possibility occurred to them, almost intrusively as it invaded its way into their mind, drowning out all of their other thoughts and refusing to leave. Maybe the blood was inside of the gravestone. Their friend didn’t get many visitors, and as far as Caretaker knew, they were the only one to bleed on the stone. That had only been a few drops, nowhere near enough to cover the whole stone.

But it couldn't be their friend’s blood. It couldn’t be their friend’s heartbeat. Their blood wouldn’t be this warm. Their friend was dead. The gravestone felt alive.

More blood dripped from their face, the stone immediately absorbing the drops. They stood over the stone until the blood on their face congealed, wondering if the gravestone was mixing their blood with their friend’s.

[rachiecrown]

Treebark Week but I'm late Day Four

Lore time!! (Adding a cut for potentially triggering content)

In Feather's Embers, the Watchers are a cult, and FE!Martyn was unfortunately born into it under the lead Watcher. The Watchers and Listeners are categorized around the age of five, usually due to behavior, and Martyn was categorized to be a Listener.

Unfortunately this brought a lot of hate up on young Martyn, especially from the Leader. The Leader was supposed to have a Watcher for a son, not a Listener. Due to this, Martyn was traumatized at a young age, but luckily escaped.

Watchers and Listeners in this AU have their sight and hearing respectively enhanced, and both emit mist when using their abilities. Watchers, with enough concentration, can watch someone from across the world, while Listeners can focus on hearing someone from that far too, if they're strong enough.

Also, Watchers can see the auras of other Watchers and Listeners, but Listeners can't see auras.

Anyways, if a Watcher or Listener is unlucky, their powers might act up against them, and that's pretty much what's happening here with the mist. The bird cage is also symbolic of Martyn's past. Good thing he has Ren to calm him down!!

Also also Martyn's an avian yayyaya

[monstatron]

NEW STORYBOARD FOR BLADE IN THE CITY!

WATCH ON YOUTUBE AS WELL!

happy halloween everyone! 🦍🎃 something special for you bitc fans and for those of you looking for a further glimpse into obasi’s leaden past…

reblogs and feedback greatly appreciated, i’ve been working hard on trying to get back into storytelling through storyboards/animatics. it’s been tough, but after long last, i think that spark is finally back!

in the meantime, here’s a bit of context as to why i chose this song for this storyboard.

Obasi lingers in the past far more than she will ever admit, so much so to the point that she’s hypocritical. Despite preaching that lurking in past memories and experiences only holds one back, she doesn’t bother to take her own advice. This is one of her most perceptible flaws. She was raised not to acknowledge her own emotions and circumstances, to exist only as the heir to a tainted legacy that she has sworn her life to. Life spins around her, moving forward and changing, while she seems to be stuck in the same place she’s always been since childhood.

Often on sober nights, Obasi reflects on the distance that had torn between her and her father in her youth, and how that distance allowed more rotten things to find a way in her life. She was taken advantage of, being young and naive— and far more. Though these memories were locked away in her mind for some time as long as something was in her system or she was too busy with her work as a crimelord to focus on them.

No matter what, the past will continue to haunt her until she finally makes the step needed to face it with a steady mind.

[lovelykalopsia]

!! TW mention/implied abuse !! if that triggering please click off, if i missed any triggers please tell me, I want this to be a safe as possible for evryone !!

I was gonna wait to post this then something happened at the end so I deced to post the current w.i.p rn and omgosh its mumbo angst? who woulda guesses?

He was finally free, well as free as a 16 year old can be on the streets, but thats not the point. The point is that he’s free from his parents, for the first time hes actually free from them. There was a feeling, deep in his stomach, that hes never felt before. It was a mix of  pure happiness, nervousness, fear, and possibly just they tiniest bit of regret? Though he dosent know what he regrets, maybe its the regret that he left protection from the weather (but weather is about as far as that protection went, nothing could fully protect him from his parents), maybe it was leaving the ability to have a somewhat steady food source (if you call sneaking food to his room a “steady source”), maybe it was just regret for  leaving his parent, because, deep down, he thinks that meant well and just didnt know how to properly show it. Maybe this regret will grow, maybe this regret will leave, maybe it won’t. He might never know. What he dose know is that right now all he has to worry about is finding something to eat for the day…which is easier said than done considering he didn’t have much money to his name. Scratch that. He didnt have any money to his name, he didnt have any money to begin with and it would have been far to risky to try and steal some, his parent watched their wallets like hawks for some odd reason, so he just didnt bother trying. Didnt matter now, he could probably figure out something soon, and if he dosent that sucks but it is what it is. rjtfnrjgnktgnttrjgmn tired it slike midnight this omfgggg tunblr boop gose weeeeeee in my brian hard to type now lololo im so sick and tired o this i just want to wiry some mambo angst is that so much to ask fro ??? anywya uhm erm i dunno what ro say next how dose the story move foward?>? ermmmmm mumbo sad go cry cry lolx

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

Why are there versions of Giovanni who are good parents? That's not fair. Why is Ghetsis the only one who's awful in every universe?

[vani-candy]

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hellooooo new comic!!!

ive been wanting to do one from Fang's POV for quite a while now and i finally did!! i also used this opportunity to share some more Mitty lore heheheheheheheee. this one is definitely more somber than the others and by virtue of being a Day of Memories-centric comic discusses death so please take care while reading!! i hope you enjoy and thank you as always for checking my silly self-indulgent comics out, it means a lot to me!!!!

[autisticzenitsu]

Jigoro: My students and I are fine. We may not be perfect, but we love each other here.

Kaigaku: *is beating up Zenitsu*

Jigoro: Excuse me, I've got to go stop the love.

[laniusbignaturals]

i haven’t seen anyone theorizing about the legion’s opinion on alcohol consumption but given how easily the roman empire fell into mania over wine i’ve been considering that caesar maybe had them create a wasteland version of the posca that soldiers historically drank. i think it’d have to live up to his standard of “purity” (both in a physical and “spiritual” sense) for purely pretentious reasons, so they likely refrained from just pilfering others’ booze supplies. anyway i’m imagining they’d have communal drinking celebrations after successful sieges of settlements and it’d almost always be an especially frightful situation for the slaves to be in the middle of so many drunken legionaries

That’s a fascinating and horrifying idea. Parties are also informal settings where people are much less on guard, even around captives: it’s a prime opportunity for not just mistreatment, but unorganized resistance.

When I say that, I’m thinking of Mumbet, the African woman enslaved in Massachusetts who, after being burned with a hot coal by her mistress, waited on tables at that same mistress’ banquet with her charred, bloody arm uncovered, forcing all the guests to look at it.

A lot can happen in a room full of drunk merrymakers. Joshua grew up in a cult which held similar standards of bodily “purity,” so I’d sooner credit him with managing the planned exceptions to alcohol abuse laws than Edward. That’s a subject he’s very used to managing. Compared to chems, alcohol is also very easy to make, distribute, and store. I bet there’s a big underground market for it in New Mexico.

[chrysalizzm]

[wip] inspo from this post by @kiuda im drawing smth for all of them i prommy but uhhh heres the lineart for cawesamdream

warnings: mild nudity, implied abuse

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

pieta

[artsysurvivor]

[Image ID: A 5 paneled comic with the characters of young Halt, a knight statue, and his dad. The statue, which is general shown from two feet up to the hip area, is wearing a chainmail skirt with a dull red skirt underneath it, reaching to the ankles. The feet are covered in armor, and there's a sword the statue is holding point down in the middle of the feet. It's providing a dark shadow for Halt, whose legs are crossed, his knees up to his chest. His top is light blue with ruffled collar across his chest with silver buttons down it. There's also ruffles at the end of his sleeves, and his pants are darker blue. All of his hair is down, two strands of long hair going down his face and the rest the length of his shoulders and curly with some fly aways. He's barefoot. The background is a stone wall and dull, dark red floor.

Panel 1: Halt is leaning against the knight statue, his face hidden behind his knees and arms over his head. (He is in the same position for the next to panels also).

His Father, offscreen: CATHAN!

Panel 2: Halt tenses as his Father comes in front of him, his legs (clothed with dull purple pajama pants) framing his figure

Panel 3: The camera is zoomed out, his father is stepping off to the left.

The King, grumbling: So help me, when I get my hands on that little...

Panels 4: The camera zooms into Halt, who is looking up slightly with one eye closed, his other eye looking to the left. Both have tears building up. His eyebrows are arched upward. His hands still over the middle of his head.

Panel 5: His head is almost completely up so that the viewer can see his ruffled collar with buttons. His head is turned, and he is staring, blank-eyed, to the left. His posture has straightened up, but his hands have only moved to the area of his face.

Halt, thinking: He... Didn't see me? /End ID]

All rangers learn the skill of hiding. Some are just fortunate enough to learn it during training, or during a fun game of hide and seek.