#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

[girlatrocity]

touya's dance

[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.

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[rhupi]

Team minato but rin and obito swap roles

Besties SWAP AU

Edit: forgor to add this

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 43! This was the first time I learned that Mr. Darcy's first name is Fitzwilliam, and I have to agree with Steph about that being a deal breaker

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[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

[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

[cloudysfluffs]

kiss kiss!!!! <33333

~kink/nsfw blogs dni please!!!~

[anesidore]

UPDATE 12/04: thank you so much for the support! i'll be closing donation channels now, as we have reached our goal. i really do appreciate the support!

i will be keeping the original post through a read more below for posterity.

hi everyone! i know i have a relatively small following but i wanted to take a chance to ask for help anyway.

my beloved cat alphinaud (alphy for short, alby if you're being cute) was a naughty boy and decided to go outside a few days ago (he's been an indoor cat all his life) and got into a fight with a stray, which led to a wound with an abscess above his right eye. on top of this, he has been struggling with urinary tract infection for the last year and the crystals in his bladder unfortunately flared up once more, so the vet recommended him to be confined at the clinic for the next few days as he undergoes testing.

so far our expenses has been PHP 23,600 (around USD 400) for all the tests he went through as well as the confinement fee, and i expect it to cost more as he stays in the vet for confinement. luckily i cobbled together enough money to pay for the 11.8k PHP downpayment for today, but i don't have any money left after that expense. i will be adding the receipt from the 50% downpayment under the read more below as proof of these expenses.

i hate to ask for help from strangers again, as i have already done so last year when his uti was first diagnosed. unfortunately i'm quite literally at the end of my rope here. i've recently lost my dad last month, which took quite a toll on me financially (and of course, emotionally) because of funeral expenses and the medical bill that we're still paying off.

my friends can attest that i don't really make a habit of asking for help even when i desperately need it, but i really can't lose another member of our family so soon after we lost my dad who i loved with all my heart. i hope whoever reads this finds it in their heart to understand where i'm coming from here, but thank you for reading up to this point despite how long it has gotten.

if you're willing to help, you can send donations at paypal.me/amunetis or if you are from the philippines like i am, you may send your donation through my gcash at 09175252352.

i will also be prepping a commissions post soon in case anyone is interested, if you need examples you can find it here in this link. i'll be updating this post when i'm done with preparations.

again, thank you so much for reading through this all. if you are unable to help financially, i would greatly appreciate sharing/spreading the word through reblogs or maybe even sharing this post through other sns like twitter or bsky.

^ 50% downpayment receipt that i paid today. i can also provide pictures of his test results and other things if needed as proof.

have another pic of alby as thanks for checking!

[moomoorare]

Autumn Gem inspired by my Scales of Fate AU and based on Alfons Mucha's Autumn painting. This will be the first of four art pieces, hopefully coming soon.

In the meantime you can find my SOFAU ao3 fics here, and Alfons Mucha's The Seasons Paintings wiki page here 🍇🧡 leave your thoughts in the reblogs if u want, have a nice day, it's Autumn!!! 🍁🌼💜

[skrunksthatwunk]

these are the real game girls