#fault and fracture

[thebestbloom]

I AM #1 COLLOT D'HERBOIS HATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cordially-stupid]

Hello fellow geology enthusiasts! I've finished my structural class and have now put some of my homework on my redbubble! link is to the socks version >:3 Enjoy!

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What's the only thing harder than keeping the streets of Brooklyn safe? Being a good daughter to your Soviet immigrant family.

Sasha has a hard enough time balancing heroics as Cementria alongside her friend Caron (aka Lightning Strike) with the college classes she needs to take to satisfy her parents and the constant comparisons to her perfect cousin Asya.

But as Sasha starts to uncover something rotten in her city, she'll have to get tougher than ever to keep everything from crumbling apart.

Fracture at Fault is the comic for YOU if:

you like superheroes like Spider-Man and Blue Beetle (esp the 2006 run)

Everything Everywhere All At Once had you like this

you like little a body horror, as a treat

It's already got 24 pages up and will be updating weekly every Wednesday from here on out!

Read it at fractureatfault.com!

(also mirrored on webtoon and tapas)

[ryssbelle]

Was helping out @heroesspirit with drawing my guy and it turned into an art style challenge on accident.

here are the artists whose styles were used! @heroesspirit @frulleboi @luwyv @st-hedge @birdmomblogs @hazethestrange @sheepiemenace @kenxboi and mine!

I hope I did all of yall's justice, i did it on a stream so some of these were suggested to me, it was really fun but also very taxing to emulate all the styles XD

under the cut is the dude in question

[chayannesegg]

listen, i absolutely get ramon not wanting to talk to sunny & feeling hurt/betrayed by her helping tubbo

like, i'd hazard he might even feel more betrayed by them than tubbo himself—bc sunny & ramon probably talked about what family meant to him (during their sleepovers or something) and ramon has no insight into why they'd do that whereas tubbo, for all his actions have hurt ramon, very clearly has the emotional capacity of a wet paper plate and issues running deeper than marianas trench

but that makes it all the more heart wrenching that he won't hear her out (and you can see in the backgrounds of vods her multiple attempts over several days to get his attention just to be rebuffed) bc i bet if she could explain herself even a little things could be so different

it reminds of the situation from the other week where sunny wasn't talking with em and tubbo tried to explain that, even if you're mad at them, suddenly stopping talking to someone you love could make them feel awful and worse than you intended

and that is what's happening to sunny. it's miserable to see bc she was already so isolated and ramon, as her big brother, is someone she put a lot of trust in to be there for her and listen to her and it must feel to her like that was an empty promise to have him not even hearing her out.

and it's particularly tragic bc sunny didn't even want to mess with fit and pac. yes, she was "tempted" to aid tubbo in his quest, but I really don't think it was bc she was actually worried about being left behind when she agreed. i think she could tell tubbo was scared and hurting and not ready to accept the change and didn't want him to be alone. she didn't really have another option and every adult can see that but ramon is young and blinded by his hurt

and now sunny is left feeling abandoned and forgotten and replaced and it's exactly what their pa said would happen; self fulfilling prophecy :(

[mugzymiik]

im posting this like,,,almost Everywhere because im so proud ofnthis idea for some reason (<- will never use rhis idea Ever)

with all of my Corrupt Hero AUs™ i could totally do this meme :3c

Devil = Octagram!Bug

Lawyer = BO!Orange

Killer = Rust (Fracture!Gold)

Monster = post-Rust Fracture!Gold

Bad Guy = post-corruption BO!Orange

Young Girl = Octagram!Pure!Bug

Freak = idk like Cyanogen or sm1 else (i dont have an actual slot for this 😭😭)

("and Bumblebee!" ahh Cyanogen /hevj)

these slots r very flimsy but idk im probably not gonna do this anyway /lh

[marsbotz]

not to wake up and immediately start being all introspective and weird but mannn i worry abt the state of my own soul and capacity to care abt others sometimes

[postmakerkiwi]

🌕 Starlit Fracture Hills - Stone Curse Silence 🐖

Welcome to the raucous land of Fracture Hills. Or at least, it used to be. But with all the satyrs petrified, the only music you're going to be hearing now is the chorus of crickets and owls...

photo by CatbatQuartet

[nnctales]

Tunneling: Methods and Applications

In the vast realm of civil engineering and infrastructure development, tunneling stands as a pivotal and fascinating aspect. It plays a crucial role in connecting people, places, and resources, allowing for efficient transportation, access to resources, and even scientific exploration. This article delves into the intriguing world of tunneling, exploring various methods, their wide-ranging…

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the best part of setting a comic in the early 2010s? having to look up old twitter ui to draw

[savingthrcw]

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" ( sanji to nami ) @fracturals

There is a beat then, because he caught her off guard, a surprised, if not incredulous, smile pulling at her lips.

She always feels both comfortable and understood enough around Sanji that she can, sometimes, take off the protective barrier that is made of her sarcasm and little insults that are obviously fake, and this has been a pretty soft moment for them to begin with. Soft enough that for the briefest of seconds she actually considers it, eyes flickering down to his lips with interest. "I was going to make a joke about the number of berries you'd owe me, but I just realized that's a different job."

She giggles - and of course, that is also a Sanji-special because she doesn't usually have reasons to giggle, but for all her bravado around grown pirates and the times she's saved her own life by being seductive, she's not exactly used to thinking about kissing someone who's a friend. She's not even used to friends. Nami nudges him gently, they are standing so close, her features softening even more: "I almost took you seriously... You are your own special kind of trouble, Sanji."

[tintededges]

Fault Lines: Fractured Families and How to Mend Them

Practical guide about what to do when family relationships break down Last year I came across an article about family estrangement that mentioned this book. Family estrangement is a really interesting issue; even though it actually affects a huge number of families, there is so much shame and stigma associated with it that people are reluctant to talk about it, which makes the experience seem…

[librarydilf]

the thing about my cousland is it's been so long since i played dao that he's started to like. warp and twist and turn evil in my mind ykwim. blorbo left unattended too long, becoming monstrous. kind of sexy of him i must say.

[unreadpoppy]

god why did you have to make half of my family a bunch of greedy egotistic assholes

[lord-shitbox]

Sometimes when people ask if I'm mad about something they did I lie and say no just because I don't wanna unpack all my emotional shit with them watching

[somnoir]

Ghost KingConsort?

Prompt: Demon Twins AU where the ghost king is summoned and claims his appearance is that of his beloveds. Shenanigans of a vindictive dead twin.

Danyal Al Ghul escaped from the league. The Lazarus Pits were never merciful but for once, they were. The pits were merciful to him as the green swallowed him and spat him out miles away from that place.

Danny can't forget his first death, the sword in his gut as Damian cut through him. The title of heir was reserved for only one of them and the spare was no longer needed. He supposed it was yet another mercy upon him, knowing that the title of spare was not simple. He would have been Damian's spare—spare parts.

Danny remembers his second death. The electricity that killed him over and over again as the ectoplasm spilled from the artificial portal brought him back to life again and again. One second he was dead, the other he was being revived. It was torturous in every way possible.

It's been years since then. His parents were a difficult case, unable to accept that their darling child had died and continued to believe that Danny was being possessed by the menace Phantom. They hunted him, tried to rip him apart to 'free' their son. It took both himself and Jazz leaving with the help of Vlad (reluctantly accepted) for his parents to stop hunting. Their home that had already felt empty was even more empty now.

It's been almost four years since then. Danny had settled into his role as Ghost King, even when the crown of fire floated over his head then descended to be too big, too much—resting around his neck.

It's... Difficult...

CUT TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE SUMMONING HIM!

Danny Fenton, nineteen and very much overworked from all the paperwork he had to sort through as Ghost King, finds a small tugging to his very being. A summoning he recognized, sighing loudly before he's answer to this visible desperation. Like it was a world ending issue.

And yes, it apparently was when the fabric of reality itself was tearing itself apart for some strange reason. As the ruler of the infinite realms—the king of the very domain that basically glued the multiverse—this was apparently the right call.

Dressed in all of his kingly regalia, Danny felt the crown of fire float up from his neck and burned over his head. His cape, cloak—whatever—was heavy and he blinked, green eyes boring into every soul present. He recognized the fractured soul of the laughing magician—one of his more irksome subjects that avoided taxes like it was the fucking plague. He really should tell Skulker to haunt his grandfather. Maybe even Youngblood would be suitable.

But aside from the laughing magician, his eyes settled upon a familiar soul, a familiar face. Danny blinks again.

Shit... He thought, staring at the masked yet horrified face of his own twin. Robin was nineteen as well by now, older, stronger—redeemed.

In the past, Danny would have cursed Damian to the seven hells and allowed the seven sins to have a bite. But Jazz was blessing. An older sister who made sure to heal him, to let him grow, to let him develop. He's forgiven Damian for his faults. They were children, brainwashed by a mad man. He's not too angry. Resentful and a bit vindictive? That was a given as he technically was the spirit of a murder victim. Of kinslaying.

"Hellblazer." The language spoken by the dead leaves his mouth easily. It can't be understood by the living, and it was barely understood who came back from death. But John Constantine was a different, more difficult case. One hell of a motherfucker that avoided death until the entity itself was ranting to both Clockwork and Danny about his escapes.

And John Constantine recognized his title regardless of the language.

The sad man in a trench coat stiffened, staring at Danny as he stiffly bowed. "High King Phantom." He greets, and attempt at respect. When there was suddenly movement, Constantine was quick to hiss at the others—glaring at Robin who looked ready lunge at them.

Oh, he can't help himself. This was funny. In the words of his own counterpart turned brother—He could make it worse. Jazz was going to nag him, true, but Danny was so. Utterly. BORED. Being Ghost King had a lot of entertainment, like how he got to fight people and basically hang out with people from the past. But it got... Repetitive. Normal Ghosts wouldn't mind with their eternal afterlife, but Danny was still half-alive. He was completely human—just a half dead one.

"Your majesty—" Constantine struggled to explain, "The universe... Do you know why portals have been opening, your majesty? Forgive my impudence but our world has been plagued by portals from different worlds, some even lead to the infinite realm."

"It's not uncommon for natural portals to the realms to open. Many of your dead like to visit." He smirked, "Many like to haunt those who've wronged them."

Constantine gulped, "Your majesty, would you, by any chance, be aware of why these portals are opening?"

Danny sighed. Well, he can't say he wasn't concerned. This was his world too after all, even when now. It was Jazz's world, where she still went to school, it was Sam and Tucker's world. It was his family's world. So yes, he is concerned.

"The portals to the realms are under my jurisdiction. They are natural and open in my places with thick and ambient ectoplasm." Danny drawls, "But these dimensional portals are strange. I'll check in with the Master of Time to see if someone is meddling with reality. It may not even be from your dimension."

He can only shrug at that, remembering how Dan had practically ripped through time with his madness and rage, tearing through the world to ensure his birth.

"I see, thank you for your understanding, your majesty." Constantine nervously says.

"Say, would you like to watch the battle royale for your soul?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused, magician." Danny rolls his eyes, "But you'd certainly enjoy watching people tear each other to shreds for your fucked up soul. I don't understand why people want it so much when the paperwork it comes with is a hell in itself."

"Your majesty," Constantine paled.

"I'm joking. I'll deal with this as quickly as possible." Danny paused, grinning as he made a show of offering his hand to the justice league. "I couldn't possible sit by and allow my beloved's world to crumble. He'd be devastated."

Constantine blinked. Everyone blinked. And then Danny turned to Damian and... Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. At least he seemed to be treating Damian better than Jack did with Danny and Jazz.

"You must have recognized this face, yes?" Danny tilted his head. "You are his family."

"What have you done to my brother?" Robin—Damian immediately growled, like a feral cat as he unsheathed his katanas and aimed for Danny.

"Hm." Danny rolled his eyes, "He's well. Very much taken care of." Because yes, Danny was well fed and taken care of, especially as the Ghost King. "I've taken his form so I assumed you knew of him."

He dismissed Robin long before he could even speak, turning to Constantine once again. "Don't fret too much, John Constantine." The man in question flinched once his name was uttered in the language of the dead he could barely understand. "This will be fixed in a days time. If not, I will send someone to deal with it."

The Ghost King's appearance had been startling when they summoned him. A boy with a striking resemblance to Damian if not for his white hair. A twin? Bruce had sounded devastated at the implications. But Damian? He'd seen the ghost king and felt nauseous, unable to tear his eyes away from the eldritch being that wore his brother's face.

It took a lot of explaining once they were back in the cave. The duel, Danyal's death, the Lazarus taking him and he was never seen again. Everyone was... Well, they were devastated. Yes. Grieving a son and brother they never met. But the Ghost King has been summoned with a face similar to that of their father's, a face that was the exact same one to their brothers. The Ghost King who referred to the dead Danyal as his beloved.

It's the next day when they're back in the watchtower, anxiously waiting for any update. Constantine continues to curse under his breath, shaking his head before a portal rips through reality. Everyone stiffened, preparing for the worst.

A girl appears, a child. She's a spry little thing with glowing green eyes, flaming white hair, and a face that they immediately recognized.

"Sorry that I'm late! Times pretty bendy and we don't really keep up with it." The unknown laughs, "Well, short answer, Phantom has identified the problem and has attempted to apprehend it. Unfortunately, it's been a week on our end and the perp apparently fell into your world."

Time distortion—Constantine had mentioned it. But they stare at the girl who rambled about their supposed target until Batman cleared his throat, seemingly softer on the girl—someone who was visibly a child.

"Young lady, welcome to the Watchtower. Even id the greeting it late." Batman curtly yet gently says. "May I know your name?"

The girl blinked. "Oh! You can call me Specter, princess of the infinite realms! I'm Phantom and Danny's daughter."

It is then that the possibilities processes in their heads.

One. The Ghost King took the form of his beloved, aka the dead twin brother of one Damian Wayne.

Two. Damian's dead twin and Bruce's dead son might be the queen (consort?) of the infinite realms.

Three. Danyal and Phantom had a daughter. Damian and the rest of the Bar kids were uncles and aunts. Bruce was now officially a grandpa.

Damian faints on the spot.