#//my poor brain stopped braining now

[reevezs]

timestamps/verses.

//obviously, Zach's hair plays a huge role and it's the easiest to divide the timeline using, well, his hair colors. if, for any reason, this timeline doesn't work for our thread and Zach's age should be adjusted differently, I might simply switch to Underetmined. I'll probably put this somewhere below his bio, but his timeline goes like this:

UNDETERMINED

self-explanatory. used mostly for AUs, open starters and/or memes.

MAYBE I SHOULD DROP OUT OR DYE MY HAIR&CHANGE MY NAME

Age 22-24; shoulder-length&brown/bleached&short. | his brother just got married and moved out. Zach stays in the same building they grew up in, but moves a few floors down, to his own studio. he's made a few games and just discovered who he'd like to work with in the future. making a good portfolio to impress his future employer becomes a goal he begins working towards. he starts experimenting with his hair and his first attempt could have been more successful. lesson learned.

AND BABE I FADE TO SILVER; SILVER BLUE

Age 25-27; longer&silver/silver&baby blue. | Zach starts getting recognition for his work. he finally gets hired by his dream company, where he starts working on a new project. his grandpa gifts him his '69 Ford Mustang, which lets Zach enjoy off-the-grid trips more often. regarding his hair journey, Zach accidentally uses the wrong toner and ends up with blueish hair. of course, he does the only right thing – dyes it even more blue.

THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO TO STOP FEELING THIS BLUE ANYWAY

Age 27-30; shoulder-length electric blue/sometimes slightly faded and/or with purple strands. | after a few years of hard work, the game Zach usually refers to as "the big deal" gets published (Outlast series for reference, keeping the name in cases where the game's title should be mentioned) and it's a huge success. Zach goes back to working on solo projects when he has free time. it is also when he finds a Blue Heeler puppy and, after two weeks of fruitless search for his owners, decides to keep him. he names his new hiking partner Doom Slayer.

[bleue-flora]

Wait... Dream was born on August 12, 1999 and Dream was arrested in the Disc Finale on January 20, 2021 soo... wait, wait, wait, that means he was only 21 when he was imprisoned for life in a small lava covered box!... Did I do that math right? 21?! Man was barely able to drink legally in the United States and they gave him a life sentence in a boiling cell with nothing but lava, raw potatoes, a clock, and some books?!... oh my god...

[arisveah]

terrible awful realization

[image transcript:

arisveah: and the surgery scene was so much more piercing seeing it from a different angle like omg now we have the idea that he was screaming the whole time omg.

best friend: RIGHT

arisveah: (referring to a previous comment about the exposure) "nerd" okay star wars. what am i supposed to do with the knowledge that charlie was screaming for half an hour what the fuck. what do i do with that? poor boy. if he ever escapes his voice is going to be absolutely shot. and plus saying all that (referring to the horror of promoting a future sex channel with your voice and not your authority) on stream- poor man might never say anything again (if he gets out) :(

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[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[emdeerm]

Prompt!

Danny, you were loved and are missed.

(Phantom Planet happened. The results... are not the same)

It happened.

The world found out about Danny Phantom and the news went over even worse than expected.

The general population didn't take kindly to the existence that are Ectoentities. It scared them. There were some who were grateful for being alive and even loved the Ghosts but there were far too few of them.

Most of them were people under 25.

They lacked any power that could help the Ghosts in what was to come.

The Acts have been made public. The Anti-Ecto blasters and other weaponry has appeared on public marketplaces and the Anti-ghost propaganda was blasting on every news outlet possible around the world. Thos countries that valued their dead, were staying out of it but didn't help either.

At least they provided silent shelter to those seeking it. Dani went there, barely escaping with her half-life intact.

Vlad, from what Danny was able to gather, didn't have a good time in space either.

Danny...

Danny is dying.

The GiW got competent. He got clumsy. He was so, so, so tired from saving others from their clutches that he wasn't able to dodge the few shots.

His parents and friends were detained and trialed. They were found guilty and were to be kept is a far away prison for many years yet to come. Despite their best attempts to escape, to help, they were cought again, sedated and shipped away within days.

Danny was forced to watch all of that. His powers shortcuted and blocked, mouth gagged and eye forced open. It broke him and his core began to weaken.

The scientists were even more relentless with a body of a boy who lost his will to struggle.

And now, he was dying. He new that. They broke his Core by accident and here he was. Fading.

The scientists weren't there to see it. Something was happening outside of the room. He couldn't hear and see. He didn't care honestly.

They came. Slammed themselves through the door with a green bang of a natural ectoblast.

Danny smiled at them weakly. They were too late but he was so-so happy to see his friends, parents and rogues again. At least he didn't Fade alone.

He felt his body being cradled by countless hands as his world Ended.

---

Clockwork looked at the heartbreaking scene if front of him and grabbed his staff tighter.

This wasn't supposed to happen. The timeline was supposed to be Bright. It was filled with new dangers and adventures for the young Halfa but it was Exciting and Fun! He checked the timelines he could see over and over after the reveal went so horribly wrong.

He still couldn't find the timeline they were in.

Danny, as he came to realise, was an anomaly that lives on the edge of existing and a hidden timeline. The one that Clockwork had no access to.

Danny was an Ancient in the making. A baby ghost that was to grow into someone great and mighty. That truth hit him hard. That meant that there would be always a timeline that was hidden from the Master of Time. It was an Ancient's trial.

And it appeared that his beloved pupil was forced into his before he was ready by the stupid, ectoranium rock.

The Ghosts weren't able to come on time. The countless shields, weapons and obstacles were constantly in their way for 14 long months. It was only by luck did they finally find a trace of their young Hero.

And they were late.

...

.

"I will not tolerate this." He announced as the last specks of light left the eyes of the Great One of the Infinite Realms. The energy began warping the reality around them.

Everyone present felt the anger of the Ancient of Time who decided to go against any and all restrictions placed on him. It would cost him greatly.

"The timeline is a glitch. It shall be corrected."

The reality was altered.

The Ghosts woke up in their lairs, disoriented and sick. The Fentons woke up with a headache.

The latter just shrugged it off. He former remembered everything.

----

Everyone woke up a few months before the portal incident. Danny wasn't a Halfa yet. And the Ghosts understood that. They had to wait. Just a little bit longer.

But they missed their half-dead menace.

With the Help of Nocturne, the Rogues would visit his dreams and play with him. Sing him songs. Show him how to fight. Give him new knowledge on the culture of the Ghost zone.

Unfortunately, they forgot that This Danny was still very-very much not aware of them. Needless to say, his friends were treated to new stories from his dreams. They found them fascinating with how vivid they were. And Fun.

The Ghosts were there, on the other side of the portal, when Phantom was born.

The Infinite Realms cheered loudly.

[skrunksthatwunk]

so the eikichi-centric kuwabara fic is going well

[spacedlexi]

so theres these 2 zombie apocalypse daughters and im a disappointed parent who plays favorites

[aziraphalalala]

Good Omentober #1 Pre-fall

Thanks for the prompts @disaster-dog! Here is the first fruit of my scrambled brain.

^^^^

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night. Nights hadn’t been invented yet. Muriel, a 37th order scrivener angel, had just popped into existence for the first time. They knew this, instinctively, like they knew their name. 

They looked around. There was nothing around them. Inside their head, canopying every other thought, there was the bell-clear will of God, their Lord. 

Muriel looked down at their pristine white robes. They seemed to emanate a pure white light, and while Muriel wasn’t sure what “freshly laundered” really meant, these robes were definitely it.

They looked around again. Was there some scrivening they should be getting up to?

In the distance, a faint glimmer. 

If they were going to scriven, they supposed it didn’t have to happen in a specific place, seeing that all places were the same place in the raw firmament. 

Muriel exerted their will, and somehow, without really knowing how, they started to float towards the glimmer.

Now there were two clear shapes there!

Something was going on, and someone might need to record those events. They floated closer. Suddenly, everything shook. 

Could the firmament, essentially nothing, shake? Apparently it could. This was getting interesting. They heard the two figures speak.

“Hello! I’m… Aziraphale,” one of them said.

“Nice meeting you.” Dismissive. “Ooookay, here goes! Let there be matter, let there be gravity, let there be everything from pages 11 to 3,000,602 inclusive.”

The two figures looked around, expectant. Nothing happened.

“Is something meant to happen?” Aziraphale asked, timidly.

The other angel looked bemused. 

“Oh right, sorry! Yes, yes. Huh. Knew I missed one.” A beatific smile rose on his face. 

Aziraphale looked happy.

“Let there be light.”

Everything began. An unbridled, forceful laughter of pure joy punched out of Muriel. The two other angels remained in the forefront, watching as stars and galaxies fell across the tapestry of the universe like multicolored rose petals. Star nurseries gained shape and shone in the brilliance of infinite dimensions and whispered of black holes and supernovas in the far, far future. Light sped, as it does, across distances vaster than mind can comprehend, lending life and luminescence to every speck of matter. 

Aziraphale’s heart clenched as he saw the other angel squeak in boundless excitement. 

Muriel watched, and recorded everything.

[lisxdumbr]

The whole "if a person is mad at you it's their responsibility to tell you" thing just made me realize how fucked my situation is. Like just. woah

[cloudcountry]

i love how i come back to twst post about how much i hate idia for a few days and then leave again it's such a cycle

[lloydfrontera]

i stand by my conviction that the best way to read tged is by stopping in ch 401 but i do have a rant concerning ch 402 that is locked and loaded for posting and i don't know if i should wait for today's chapter to drop so you guys have the full context or if i should pretend it isn't happening and i'm talking about a hypothetical ending that definitely didn't happen

[chimerahyperfix]

loveletter brain

[vile-wizard]

I need to clean my room now. It is dire.

[barley-st-band]

hey does anyone know how we’re supposed to survive it all. asking for a friend

[thedevilsfamiliar]

Not my mom wondering why I don’t like her friend

I’m sorry 🙄 I’m sorry I don’t like your home wrecking friend who fucked a married man and THOUGHT he’d leave his wife for her

What a dumbass

[hecksupremechips]

Btw I’ve started playing the funny stars and time game. The the one about the loopty loop and the white diamond ass shit