#more to follow soon

[jokeringcutio]

Chapter 23 of The Chance to Make A Change is online

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[chloesimaginationthings]

New Patreon tier art now FNAF themed,,

[mysticalcats]

me when i'm a useless ray of goddamn sunshine

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “You are a curse, a haunting.”

DOLORES DEI — “Oh, Harry…” She looks at you with something between pity and exasperation. “I’m afraid the truth is *far* more mundane than that.”

INLAND EMPIRE — Mundane? There is *nothing* mundane about this. This is an apocalyptic disaster. It has leveled you completely. It can’t be that simple…

DOLORES DEI — She sighs, closing her eyes. Her disappointment is palpable. For a moment, it even seems as if the silver of her crown grows a little duller.

“You still don’t understand…” She shakes her head. “I just can’t keep doing this, Harry. I mean, don’t you find it so…” She rests her chin in her hand, glancing around the intersection as if hoping to pluck the right word out of the air.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Cliche?

RHETORIC — Redundant?

PAIN THRESHOLD — Agonizing?

EMPATHY — Pitiful?

HAND-EYE COORDINATION — Ungainly?

DOLORES DEI — At last, she looks back at you, unable to find any way to say it gracefully.

“So fucking *boring?*”

YOU — “Boring? You think watching my whole life fall apart is *boring?*”

DOLORES DEI — “Yes,” she says bluntly. “It’s terribly boring, Harry. Like a stuck record playing the same bars, over and over. Don’t you get sick of it? You *must* be,” she suddenly corrects herself, looking thoughtful.

“Yes… Yes, that’s just it. You’re bored, Harry. There is quite literally no scene left for us to play out in this intersection. We have examined every outcome with mathematical precision. There’s nothing left to *do* here.”

VOLITION — There is *one* thing…

PAIN THRESHOLD — No. Don’t even entertain the notion. You wouldn’t survive it. It would be total annihilation.

INLAND EMPIRE — It’s simply not humanly possible. You cannot stop loving her any more than you can stop breathing. Your lungs are empty and cold without her.

DOLORES DEI — As if reading your mind, she shakes her head. “Clearly we’re at an impasse here. I think… Yes. I think we could manage it now.”

She stands back to her feet— statuesque and stately, like immovable marble beneath her billowing gown.

“The next time I see you,” she says calmly, “I will be someone else. It’s time to take our leave of this intersection. For now, at least.”

HALF LIGHT — She is *already* someone else. Look at her. Everything is all wrong. This is some kind of trap. She’s going to hurt you.

PAIN THRESHOLD — Hurting each other is all you ever did in this place to begin with…

YOU — “But I don’t want you to change… I want you to stay here, young and beautiful and always on the threshold of leaving.”

DOLORES DEI — “And *I* don’t want to do that.” Her face is impassive. Her mind is made up as it has always been. “So I won’t.”

She looks away from you, scanning the intersection as if pondering which direction to take.

HALF LIGHT — She’s a liar. She’s going to leave you behind alone in the wreckage.

VOLITION — Or maybe… she’s going to lead you somewhere new… Wherever it is, it can’t be any worse than here.

YOU — “But who are you *now?*”

DOLORES DEI — She smiles. “Oh, Harry…”

The distant roar of the sea grows closer and closer, swallowing the scene in a great wave of static and color. You wake in your bed with her words still lingering in your ear:

“You will know me by the end.”

GAME START

DOLORES DEI — “Hello, Harry.”

Her Innocence Dolores Dei stands in the intersection in front of Video Revachol, bag in hand, one foot already planted on the sidewalk. The skirt of her gown waves in the wind with impossible grace. A wreath of silver leaves crowns her beautiful head. Cast in the artificial light of the street lamps above, she almost seems to glow.

You have witnessed this scene a thousand times. She is more icon than person now. Her silhouette tells the whole story. You know it by heart at this point.

INLAND EMPIRE — No…

YOU — No?

INLAND EMPIRE — No. There’s something different this time.

YOU — You say that every time… You always promise me that it will be different, but it never is. The same scene always plays out, and I make a fool of myself.

PERCEPTION — But it’s *true* this time. Look. She isn’t looking over her shoulder anymore.

She’s looking straight at you.

HALF LIGHT — She doesn’t look happy.

DOLORES DEI — “You’re back again.” She almost sounds disappointed. “It’s been a while. I thought maybe you wouldn’t come back.”

YOU — “I don’t have a choice. All roads lead me back to this intersection.”

DOLORES DEI — She sighs, and— to your shock— suddenly sits down atop her suitcase in the middle of the intersection, all thoughts of the aerodrome seemingly abandoned.

LOGIC — What?! She can do that? She’s never done that before…

EMPATHY — She… She wants to *talk.* She actually wants to talk with you. It really is different this time…

YOU — What?! But… it’s still just a dream, does it even matter?

VOLITION — It matters. I don’t know why yet, but it matters. Listen to her. This is *important.*

DOLORES DEI — “Harry, can I ask you something?”

YOU — “Yes. Anything.”

DOLORES DEI — She looks at you through the tendrils of windswept hair, her gaze suddenly piercing. Urgent.

RHETORIC — A cold thrill runs down your spine. You suddenly feel that *everything* depends on your answer.

[rin-may-1103]

Delilah's language (part two)

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"Tomorrow?" Danny repeated, glad he had set his cup down.

Mr. Wayne smiled, relieved Danny hadn't completely brushed him off. "yes, it's tomorrow. Damian, my son, is a huge conservationist. he gets it from his mother."

Danny blinked but before he could cut in, Mr. Wayne continued, "Oh! not that I don't care about the environment and stuff, it's just-"

"I get it," Danny reassured. he did not want to get stuck listening to Mr. Wayne try and fail to 'fix' his self-perceived mistake. "but I still don't really understand why you want me there..."

like sure, the kid's a fan of Danny or whatever (he was still trying to wrap his mind around that one.) but would the kid actually want Danny at his party? wouldn't that be like... he didn't know, weird? to just have this random guy from Illinois show up?

"Right!" Mr. Wayne coughed, scratching his face in embarrassment. "once Damian learned that the purple back gorillas would be in Gotham, I suggested we have his birthday party at the zoo. He told me he wanted to know everything he could about their species. so, I invited all the scientists working with the gorillas to the party so he could talk to them."

Danny nodded in understanding when Mr. Wayne glanced at him, even if Danny thought that that was the most fruitloop way he could have gone about it. then again, Danny's pretty sure all billionaires were fruit loops...

"He started digging into their history once he learned about them, and after some digging, he discovered that you basically saved their species. He has declared that he must meet you at all costs. something about needing to know their language?" Mr. Wayne trailed off, looking at Danny as if to see if he knew what his son meant.

If the kid was looking to Danny so he could learn the language then that meant he read the same paper Danny had. the scientists that had dedicated themselves to studying Delilah had printed one claiming that the purpleback Gorilla language was apparently hard to learn. (Even if Danny had been able to understand it pretty easily and told them so.)

they had listed Danny as the only person fluent in it so far, which now that Danny thought about it was kinda rude. they hadn't asked to put his name in there and now look at him! being visited by Fruitloops looking for him to be at their son's birthday parties.

anyways.

so, if the kid, Damian, read the same paper, he must have concluded it would be easier to learn the language from someone who was already 'fluent' than try and teach himself. (something Danny can't blame the kid for, but still.)

"KIDS!" Dad's voice bellowed from downstairs making Mr. Wayne startle and turn to glance down the hall. "IT WORKS! IT WORKS!"

...

"so, when do we need to leave?" Danny asked, all previous paranoia and reservations thrown out the window.

mr. Wayne slowly turned back, his brows furrowed in confusion. "we, uh, we'd have to leave in," he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening a little, "an hour. I have to leave in an hour."

mr. Wayne then frowned as he looked back up at Danny, "I just need your parent's permission and you can come with me now, or I can arrange for another flight for you later tonight or early tomorrow?'

danny did not want to find out how they were going to test their new machine, so, he turned and cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted, "HEY MA! CAN I GO WITH MR. WAYNE TO HIS KID'S BIRTHDAY PARTY?!"

it was silent for a second before she shouted back, "SURE! JUST BE BACK BEFORE WE LEAVE FOR OUR TRIP!"

oh, right. his parents had a trip planned for their anniversary. something about a huge ghost or demon trap in Wyoming they wanted to investigate.

"YOU'RE LEAVING TOMORROW THOUGH!" Danny shouted back, "DAMIAN'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! I CAN'T GO IF I WANT TO BE BACK IN TIME!"

"OH! UH, THEN JUST BE SAFE! TAKE YOUR BLASTERS WITH YOU!"

Danny blinked, then shrugged. He could do that. turning back he found Mr. Wayne staring at the floor, his brows raised and furrowed in concerned confusion. Danny didn't know someone could make a face like that, but seeing as Mom had finally gotten Mr. Lancer to curse in front of him last year, it wasn't that surprising.

"let me pack my bag and then we can get going," Danny announced, standing up and grabbing his cup from the table, silently offering to take Mr. Wayne's as well. the man handed him his full cup and watched as Danny walked away.

well, at least Danny had already told the other ghosts to leave him alone for the rest of the week. they shouldn't get into too much trouble while he's gone. speaking of trouble, Mr. Wayne lived in Gotham, a place riddled with crime and violence.

dupping the cups into the sink, Danny turned and rushed up the stairs. unplugging his phone, Danny sent Sam and Tucker a text to let them know he wouldn't be in amity for the rest of today and tomorrow. he also let them know he'd keep them updated.

once done with that, Danny turned to his closet and rummaged around until he found his old backpack. pulling it out, he dumped the contents onto his desk and made quick work of packing his essentials. Clothes, phone chargers, and ectoplasm in case of emergencies. Mr. Wayne said he'd pay for the travel fair and hotel expenses, so Danny only needed to worry about food.

glancing in the mirror, Danny finally noticed he was still dressed in his pj's. he took a second to debate whether he really cared enough to get dressed properly or not before shrugging. Mr. Wayne's already seen him in them and they're comfy, no point in changing.

zipping up his bag, Danny tossed it over his shoulder and quickly ran downstairs. Mr. Wayne was walking around the room, studying a few of the leftover project pieces that his parents had left lying around. man, Jazz was going to be so annoyed once she learned they hadn't been picking up after themselves. again.

"Alright, Mr. Wayne. I'm ready when you are." Danny greeted, stepping into the room. the man turned to look at him, a strained smile on his face, "Just Bruce is fine."

"Alright, mr. bruce then." Danny agreed, gesturing for the man to start making his way to the door.

mr. Bruce heaved a sigh, shook his head in resignation, and turned to walk out the door. digging his keys out of his pocket, Danny turned to shout into the house one more time, "BYE MA, DAD! I'M LEAVING! HAVE FUN ON YOUR TRIP!"

not waiting for a response, he closed the door and locked it. turning around, he found Mr. Bruce studying him. lifting his brow in confusion, Danny started making his way down the steps and over to Mr. Bruce's fancy car. why the man had a fancy car when he said he'd be flying Danny didn't know, but he's pretty sure it has something to do with image or something.

Vlad did the same thing after all.

Next

[rhupi]

Team minato but rin and obito swap roles

Besties SWAP AU

Edit: forgor to add this

[exilethegame]

Hello friends! Sorry for disappearing off the side of the earth for this month. Some news: I just wrapped up the fight scene in Chapter 1, and it is now possible to throw Jost out a window, and I just think that's neat.

Also, Chapter 1. Soon. Ish? Soonish. :)

It'll release on Patreon first (both tiers) for one week, for play-testing reasons. And then it'll be public! I'll make an official announcement post when it's good to go :P

Also, here are some very good, very important screenshots

[imorphemi]

The thing in the cargo hold

Based off of this lil ficlet by @theminecraftbee

[alicornze7]

Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]

@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent

My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')

Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)

Well maybe it's not the only difference

[cloudysfluffs]

kiss kiss!!!! <33333

~kink/nsfw blogs dni please!!!~

[fudgecake-charlie]

cosmic harbingers!false i love youu.... my muuuuse... she is very fun to draw (i just like drawing false)

[skrunksthatwunk]

these are the real game girls

[felsicveins]

John Dory's Final ex reveal!!!

It's Creek!

Wait, what's this?

It's Patty with the steel chair!!!

Meet Patty the Pain™!!! She's a professional wrestler rock troll! She and JD met at a party after a wrestling show and she basically said "I like you. You're going to be my boyfriend for a little while."

[radiance1]

Gotham: Holy shit there's a random animal running around Gotham city and no one's ever caught it before. They say it only appears in thunderstorms and anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with it look as if they've been hit by thunder.

Dan phantom, the 'random animal' who is in fact a Raiju in question: If I destroy this place I'll be fucked over by Clockwork. But if I don't destroy this place I'll keep being followed by this brat.

Damian Wayne, the brat in question: There is an animal roaming Gotham in thunderstorms, father. We must save it!

[unclewaynemunson]

I definitely think it takes Eddie a while to accept that Steve changed. He remembers what he was like in high school.

When Steve asks him out, for whatever reason, Eddie says yes. But he’s determined not to fall in love, because deep down Harrington’s still a dick. But he’s cute, and Eddie can smile and play pretend.

But then! Steve goes full happy relationship mode, he tells Robin (obv), introduces Eddie to the other adults as his bf, and is just generally being sweet.

MY SWEET ANON I HOPE YOU'LL STILL SEE THIS!!!

I'm so sorry it took me ages to answer this one! But I really loved the idea of this (the good ol' steddie + misunderstanding about what they mean to each other with a dash of terrible communication skills my beloved) so i wanted to give it my proper attention, which i didn't have enough time for over the past few months. Buuut the words have finally found their way to my keyboard so here is the first part of what probably will turn into a 3-part ficlet, I hope it's something like what you had in mind when you sent this ask to me <3

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Eddie has been acting weird all day. Maybe Steve is too much of a romantic, but he can't help it: he wanted to celebrate this day. Exactly a month ago, he asked Eddie out. And it's been good. They've spent a lot of time together. They've been on lots of dates, spent plenty of nights together... But today, things are different, somehow. Eddie is different. He turned Steve down for a dinner date, he didn't stop by Family Video during lunchtime, and when Steve shows up at the trailer to surprise him with flowers, he merely frowns and pulls back from their kiss before it can even properly get started.

'Everything alright?' Steve asks, trying to catch his boyfriend's gaze – which isn't exactly easy with how Eddie is turning away from him to not-so-gently put the flowers down in a corner of the trailer's living room.

'Yeah, sure,' Eddie mumbles, not really looking at him. 'It's just – I didn't really expect to see you today. We didn't have plans.'

Steve chuckles, trying to get the tension out of his chest. 'Didn't know I was expected to schedule an appointment before coming here.' He tries to play it off as a joke, but the tone of his voice doesn't really want to cooperate.

Eddie finally turns back towards him and Steve catches the end of an eye-roll.

'I'm just not feeling too great today, alright?' It sounds a bit stiff and Steve pauses. He wonders if he did something wrong, if he somehow invaded Eddie's space – even though he has showed up at the trailer on countless evenings in the past month.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing,' Eddie answers, a little bit too fast. 'I told you, I'm not feeling so well.'

And now that he can see his face properly, Steve notices that Eddie is indeed looking paler than usual.

'Hey, don't worry about it,' he says. 'I can stay to take care of you, if you want to. We don't have to do anything. You can go to bed early and I'll keep you company. I can make you some soup, read to you... You could've just told me you're not feeling good, you know. I would've picked up some fruit on my way over here and stopped by the library for you.'

'You don't have to do any of that, Steve.'

Steve tries to ignore the fact that it's been ages since Eddie has last called him by his official first name. He doesn't like the sound of it.

'But I want to,' he says instead. He takes a step towards Eddie, lifts his arms to wrap them around him – but Eddie swats his arms away before he can properly embrace him.

'Don't.' He sounds cold and detached, so different from how he usually sounds. 'Don't act like this is something it isn't.'

'Like this is something –' Steve echoes, completely caught off-guard by this turn of events. 'Like what?'

'Jesus Christ, you really don't know when to stop, do you?'

'What?' He takes a stumbling step backwards, driven away by the force in Eddie's words.

'We're not – like that,' Eddie stutters out. 'We're just fucking around, aren't we? So you don't need to pretend. You don't need to bring me flowers. You don't need to take care of me when I'm sick. You don't owe me anything, alright? You can go home.'

Steve takes another step backwards, until his back collides with the door of the trailer. He blindly grabs the door handle behind him.

'Alright,' he says, trying desperately not to let his voice tremble audibly. 'I hear you, loud and clear. I'll – I'll leave you alone, then.'

Read pt2 here (Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)