#this is the emotional damage chapter

[lamaenthel]

tivaevae chapter 13 without context

[yomeiu]

vampire chuuya got me thinking...what if... feral?

[iinryer]

richie: was it the clown?

buck: Was It The What

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richie and buck chilling together for ⁦‪DEADTlME‬⁩ on twitter! i added some casual conversation for the two of them 😂

this is a prompt fill with the @911actions gotcha for gaza—WHICH IS IN ITS FINAL WEEK!! check out how you can donate to a good cause and request some cool creations before it’s over!

[crowscadence]

BSD fans it’s almost that special time of the month again

[salmonpiffy]

It's okay now....you can rest...

[artsyco3xist]

When The Truth Comes Out

[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?

[soaps-mohawk]

Damn, only 6:30 am and already chapter 38 is dealing more emotional damage

[ratherhavehopewithyou]

Can’t wait to see Hak come out of his bloodied daze in the next chapter or two like “what I miss” only to find his girlfriend has one of the dragon gods in a sleeper hold and the others already KO’d behind her

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

seven sentence sunday

Tagged by my beloved @walkinginland, thank you! 💜 I promise we are getting there for Seaside, I have almost 7k words written, but I was in NY for comic con and then I got sick, so I just haven't had a lot of opportunity or inspiration to work on it. Getting close though!

With a strangled sigh, Claire glanced around the parlor instead of attempting conversation. Her eyes fell to a framed photograph on the end table nearest her and she reached for it. “Is this Jamie?” she asked softly without looking away from it. “Aye, and our older brother Willie.”  The beaming faces in the photograph were still young boys, but Claire could see the recognizable tilt of Jamie’s head and the sweetness of his smile in that younger face as he gazed up at his older brother.  “He worshiped Willie growing up.”  Claire didn’t miss the fondness that had seeped into Jenny’s tone. She caught the other woman’s gaze and smiled. “And you did, too.”  Jenny’s gaze dropped to the baby, feigning distraction, and swallowed thickly.

no-pressure tagging my darlings @forgetmenotsassenach17 and @frasers-of-my-heart and anyone else who has something to share!

[lunareclipses-moments]

Fuck,she is stronger than me Because personally I would have gotten on my knees and started pulling his zipper with my mouth

Sir please HELLO

Put a child in me respectfully

Like daaaaamn he is a gilf vampire and the first and the strongest too

I would have taken that offer in a heartbeat without a thought

[steven-has-exploded]

yes fyodor is definitely just using nikolai for his own goals and toying with his emotions and doesnt care for him that much BUT. imagine how fucking funny itd be if their relationship was genuine

you have this superterrorist guy of unknown age unknown origin unknown everything with an iq of like 300 whose trying to casually destroy an entire city with a kill count likely in the thousands by now, and his only weakness is this horrible little clown he found who also wants to kill him. and hes just fine with it. theyre two cartoonishly murderous and insidious megaultracriminals public enemies #1, and the second theyre not out killing people they act like a middle school couple who dont know how to just not do pda. IMAGINE

[captainkurosolaire]

~ Day ov' th' Massacre ~

"Nurture that compassion, it's what separates you from all the rest, my tough-guy, softie." ...Goodbye my first love; my last love. (Only regret is... I couldn't see, the pirate you can become.)

It's our anniversary... N' have I got a story t' tell.

[darkrooklobby]

Hiiiii, so 🥲

That scene in the lc yingdu OP animation..? YES. PLEASE.👁️👁️✨

Sorry this is so rough and unpolished it's kinda hard to draw when you have received ✨emotional damage✨ and I have received ✨emotional damage✨ +100 +💯+💯+💯💔. I didn't get any sleep and my drawing app crashed 🥲

Anyway, Link Click fandom, we might be cooked! - and yet, I'm cheering for these two. Time & space can go fuck itself if LG can succeed. Good luck buddy 🍀🍀🍀🍀💙

Also, Color-coded & Monochrome-coded characters are my JAM <3 I loved that <3 I was contemplating if I should make this drawing more angsty than it needed to be, and boom, sorry-not-sorry 😉

[kamiraaah]

How far will the brothers go to make their dreams come true? 💀 🤖

[demaparbat-hp]

For the Spirits— Chapter VII: Take Me South

Take me south when it's the time

Pour me away like golden wine

I'll form a splash and it will dry

But in the shape of you

—Pure You by Nothing But Thieves

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Yume placed her hands on her hips and took a step forward. “That I do, yet I can't help but wonder about the timing. Heading South, seeking information on the Tribes…it's all very sudden, don't you think?”

The folded parchment hidden under his vest suddenly seemed to hold the weight of the world. Zuko placed a hand on his chest, where the sketch rested just above his heart. He stared thoughtfully at the floor.

Why now, indeed?