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The amazing digital circus episode 5 spoilers out of context:

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if Superman was real americans would try to shoot him down everytime he flew by. like those balloons

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Apocalypse soon, Oleg Vdovenko (soon)

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This person…. fixes butterflies….. 🦋

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the color signatures of various elements when ignited

FB image credit: Ceres Science

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@liverobinreaction this is for liverobinreaction's fanfic banshee in a well, chapter 3 😋😋😋

I love their fic, it so good

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Spring showers are making me flair up so I'm inflicting my pain onto hiccup and toothless >.>

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The GIW doesn’t know what they have unleashed.

Animation I got from my friend @pmkn2-0 check them out.

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*Markiplier voice* WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87!?!?!?

Dunno wanted to draw how Michael + his friends/the bullies reacted after the chomp.

what a day that must've been for those kids

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the thing w Transformers is if you get into it deep enough eventually you're like 'wait this is just yaoi Steven Universe'. but then you remember that Transformers predates Steven Universe by a number of years so its like. has Steven Universe been yuri Transformers all along? much to think about.

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More Mecha pilot Jazz AU. Because I have read and reread like ten fics about them in one day

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Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day 5. Hunt and Haunt.

~Well, here we go again, good old Ghost Hunger AU~

Description: The Ghost Zone is inherently a violent place. You can hunt or be hunted, there is no other options. However, for some reason the Halfa does not understand what is happening. And no one rushes to explain it. NB! ghost cannibalism is mentioned.

Prompt after memes

Suppose there’s a conventional division among ghosts. Some of them are potential predators capable of hunting their own kind, while others are only able to absorb the surrounding energy and therefore build up power more slowly than hunters.

So, predation is used as a method of survival in poor ectoplasm areas of the Ghost Zone, less often as a means of gaining power. Even less often hunters are created.

It is obvious that the appearance of a hunter who is the son of human ghost hunters in a haunting place without stable sources of ectolasm has caused panic in the society of the dead ones. For the newly formed ghost to have ectoblasts, fangs or ghost sense is a rarity and great luck. So the newcomer had everything and more to be a serious threat. An awful danger for the surrounding spirits…Right?

But Danny doesn’t know the specifics of his new biology ectology!

Even though he’s a hunter, he’s never had a ghost hunger. Probably because thanks to his parents he has an amazing ectoplasm concentrator in the basement. Soon everyone understands that the boy does not attack first. Those who return through the portal never report any losses at all. He does not bite or attempt to capture cores of other spirits. At first, the ghosts think it's a trap. Smart enough for a beginner. Not everyone has the tenacity to pretend to be an idiot to get close to them. But the Phantom never feeds on them. He’s…safe?

What’s more, Danny seems to think they’re a threat to the city. Which is fun and weird. Normally, there is no competition for feeding using human emotion. But the owner of the lair did not like the smell of fear in the air. Is this ghost broken?

When the ghosts who visit Amity realize that the halfa does not know that he can hunt them, rather than just guard his territory...Well, it explains a lot. Everyone agrees not to explain the situation to the boy so that the city behind the portal remains a relatively safe haven during the during a "hunting season" and other troubles in the Infinite Realms.

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The problem arises when Phantom begins exploring the Ghost Zone. What if the other hunters make the boy stop being a freak?

In addition, more experienced ghosts may well attack the careless halfa. And Amity Park under the control of a more predatory spirit would be a terrible outcome. Most dead ones near the portal are used to the fact that the area before Wisconsin is open to travel and migration without the threat of being eaten.

All rational ghosts try to avoid the territory of hunters. If you can’t defend yourself, there’s too much risk of being a free meal. It’s much safer to settle down with spirits with similar energy levels at door clusters. If the hunter does not purposefully show up at your lair, you will have a much better chance of keeping the afterlife.

Those of the Ancients who have won their position and those of them who were created for it have become accustomed to isolation. Although all the Ancients have lost the need to eat 'cause they have absorbed enough energy, legends about their past are still be nightmares for all spirits. Just because they don’t need to eat other ones doesn’t mean they won’t. It is clear that a weaker hunter can also be hunted. No reason to risk.

Therefore, how freely and fearlessly Phantom communicates with Frostbite, Clockwork or Pandora is puzzling. Does he feel threatened at all? The Ancients find this experience refreshing. Lil communication without fear makes them feel sympathy for this youngling. Danny is always glad of their company. And the boy is not afraid to express his opinion. It is strange but...pleasant?

Their minions from time to time complain that they teach a potential enemy but it is very difficult to see a possible rival in Phantom. Danny is always in trouble. The youngster is silly and careless. Like a wet kitten that can’t even make a threatening hiss. So Ancients, to their own surprise, don't mind helping him. Why isn’t his naivety annoying?

For example, Frostbite’s trying to teach Danny hunting and tracking techniques because he thinks the little cub doesn’t know how to be what he supposed to be. Meanwhile Danny sees his attempts as a course of self-defense that he can use against ghosts who try to infiltrate his city.

~~~~~Bonus~~~~~

Some insufficiently powerful ghosts mimic predators to scare away dangerous spirits and protect themselves. Skulker is quite pleased that he managed to deceive halfa:

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he hungers 

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Listen Guys..

I've had these designs cooking for ages now (Undergrowth was my nemesis) for an AU/jumble of multiple AUs that sprung up from a larger analysis of the Ghost Zone's more powerful ghosts. The thing is... since Ive had these designs sitting for a minute, Im not happy with several of them anymore :((

So... I don't really feel like explaining my whole analysis + apprenticeship AU, BUT I also didn't want to let these just sit and rot on my computer.

(Now these are sorta top-to-bottom my favorites of the designs but not really & hopefully it's obvious which ghosts each one is based on. or check my tags, they're in order)

And now... my UNDERGROWTH Danny...... I struggled. On the left, I got all the way to competing the character page before realizing I hated it, decided I had to go back to the drawing board, then the final that I landed on.

Also, I think I should say the one with the purple cloak and green wings is based on the Ancients bc its the only I feel isn't obvious enough.

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Perks of Being Half Dead. Pt2

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Bobby grumbled under his breath, glaring at the rusted engine someone had dropped off forever ago; he had just gotten some time to get around to fixing it. The darn thing was worth less than his old boots; the rocker arm axle was completely welded to the arms and valve springs, the heat gasket was fucked to hell and back, and the flywheel looked like it'd give 'im tetanus by breathing on it.

He'd be better off just stripping it for parts and scrapping the rest.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, dragging him out of his mind and back to reality. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his phone and answered without glancing, "What do ya wan', ain't got time for this."

"well, hello to you too, bobby," Dean chirped, overly pleased for someone who got his ass handed to him after he had already asked for bobby's advice and ignored it.

"What do ya want, boy? I told you two to stop calling me if you were bein' idjits." Bobby huffed, tossing his socket wrench onto the side table he had set up.

He'd have to see if he could pull the rest of the parts out later; the oil pan looked surprisingly usable. he doubted the oil pump was anything close to new, fucker looked bout fifteen years in the grave.

"Look, Sammy wanted me to call you back and see if you could find something for us. We're following a new trail, it's a weird one. Thought Vamps at first, but they're not acting like any we know. Humans, cows, anything with moving blood, they attack. Ripped to shreds. It leaves obvious bite marks. police are claiming it's savage dogs, but that's not going to last long."

Bobby hummed, staying silent as Dean continued, "Dad's notes have a cave system marked in the area, and they line up with the attacks pretty much exactly. Only witness was hysterical, claiming the earth came alive and killed them."

Humming, Bobby scratched his beard and turned to glance at his house. Something that leaves messes worse than a vampire with rabies, lives in caves, and looks like the earth.

"What kind of earth are we talkin' bout?" Bobby took his hat off and scratched his head, putting it back on as he talked, "If it's bugs and shit, then i'd say you're dealing with another unhinged ghoul, but it doesn't fit with the huge mess they're leaving. If it's like plants and stuff, I'm going to have to dig some. If it's rocks," Bobby trailed off, glancing back at the engine and glaring.

"If it's rocks, it sounds a lot like a Grick, but those things are rare and usually eat the flesh off dead things, so it doesn't make sense with attacking the living. Have Sam look into those, just to be sure. I'll get digging, see if I can find anything else."

"Right, thanks, Bobby." Dean sighed, hanging up before Bobby could respond.

Rolling his eyes, Bobby tossed his phone down and grabbed one of his work towels. Wiping his hands and face clean, Bobby glanced around. The crickets had died down, and the wind had fallen still. It made his gut unhappy, but nothing was out of place.

Grumbling one last time, Bobby grabbed his phone and started making his way back. might as well get to reading, it's not like he had anything better to do.

Just before he got to his house, a shriek of tires filled the air, soon followed by someone slamming a car door and angry yelling.

Pausing, Bobby turned and watched as a young boy quickly tried limping away from an old truck, the driver practically falling out of the car to try and stop him. Immediately, Bobby's gut told him this wasn't something to ignore.

Reaching over and under his porch, he grabbed one of his shotguns and walked over, studying the scene playing out just twenty feet from him.

"get back here you little shit!" the older guy grunted, quickly latching his hands around the boys arms and pulling him back. It gave Bobby a chance to see the cut silver tape still clinging to the kid's wrists.

"Let go of me!" the boy shouted, stumbling from the pull, but using the forced momentum to elbow the guy in the gut. The guy grunted but held on, glaring at the boy in anger. It didn't deter the boy at all, as he simply turned and stomped on the man's foot.

The man let go, and the kid scrambled back toward Bobby, letting him finally get a clear look at him. He was caked in dried blood, dark bruises covered a majority of his exposed skin, and a nasty scar crawled up the side of his face and down his left arm. The kid looked like shit.

"The hell is going on here?" Bobby cut in, holding the gun up but not pointed at them. He wasn't going to risk shooting the poor kid; it looked like he's been through more than Bobby's lived and seen.

"I'll tell ya what's going on here!" the man yelled, straightening up and pointing angrily at the boy, who stepped back and winced but continued to glare up at him.

"My son's been causing lots of trouble back home, so I thought I'd bring him out here and teach 'im a lesson!"

"for fuck's sake," the boy growled, turning just slightly to talk to bobby, but keeping most of his attention on the man.

"he ain't my dad, thought it'd be real cute just ganking a kid off the streets just cause nobody was around." The kid turned back, leaning forward to glare even more at the man.

If looks could kill, the man would be dead six times over by now. "Who are you even tryin' to fool? We don't even look related!"

which was true, the boy was pale as a corpse and had bright blue eyes and thick black hair. The man was tan and had thinning blond hair and brown eyes.

The man glared at them, looking like he was ready to either attack or start yelling again.

"Alright, that's enough," Bobby huffed, raising the gun and pointing it at the man. "I'm giving you five seconds to get out of here before I call the cops." he really should just call them, but he had a few questionable things dropped off last week that he hadn't gotten the chance to move. The last thing he needed was for them to get serious and start watching him again.

The man growled, stepping forward to do something, so Bobby pointed the gun at the dirt road in front of him and pulled the trigger. The man stumbled back, eyes wide.

"Five," Bobby counted, casually reloading the gun and aiming back at the man calmly.

The man stumbled and lurched, quickly turning and running back to his truck, not even closing the door before the engine revved and the tires squealed and burned the ground as he took off.

They sat in silence for a moment before the boy snorted, drawing Bobby's attention.

"That's got to be one of the worst kidnappings I've ever experienced, 3/10."

"The hell are you going on about?" Bobby huffed, lifting a brow and turning the safety back on. "You say that like you've been kidnapped before."

"Oh, yeah." The kid blinked, slowly turning to casually look around the area. "I lost count after seventy."

Bobby stopped and took a moment to really look at the kid; overgrown hair, scars, calm in dangerous situations, worn-out clothes, a knife tucked into the side of his boot. The kid wasn't looking at Bobby, focused more on studying the area. His eyes focused on the long grass and dense leaf cover and the shady spots the old cars provided.

This wasn't a normal kid.

"Got anyone to call, kid?" Bobby asked, hoping his theory was wrong just this once.

"Not unless you've got a way to call the dead." The boy did one final sweep of the area before studying Bobby, "You have the same stance my parents did, you a hunter?"

well shit. What was with the world and dropping kid hunters at his doorstep?

"If I am?" Bobby asked, turning to start heading back to his house.

The kid was silent for a moment, making Bobby turn to glance back at him. The boy was looking down under his shirt, face pale, "Then I really hope you've got a stocked med kit." The boy glanced up, "I think I ripped my stitches."

And then the kid promptly collapsed to the ground.

"shit," bobby cursed, rushing over to check the kid.

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A commission for @nocturn02 of a scene from Phantom at Pride by TourettesDog on ao3 :D!