#master redemption

[cameron-s-gaskins]

It's 1980. The night before a big rain storm. The night before Sam's car skids into the canal. ...Except Sam opens a fob watch. A fan comic.

Chapter 2 will take place in 2007, after the 'death' of Harold Saxon.

So, this is just a fun little project I decided to do in my spare time :) It's not Ashes to Ashes complaisant, I'll admit that way way way back when Ashes first started airing, I was pretty salty about the explanation that Sam died in a car accident. I know how that show ended, and what they decided to go with, but I'm still just ignoring it all together. I guess this could be a 'fix it,' I'm not sure. Just suspend your disbelief. I'm going to estimate that chapter 2 will take about two months to finish, depending on my real life work load, but the script is already written.

[peddestrian]

This one youtuber is making polls asking who would win between Arthur Morgan and different insanely powerful characters and he keeps winning until it gets to Tuberculosis. Reason being because he can't use deadeye on it.

[lilianade-comics]

GIRL HELP I GOT MURDERED BY A COMIC REVIVAL OF A CHILDREN'S CARTOON

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 25 - "Do I look like I knew that?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Edit - adjusted the last bit a little after rereading this during my break, so that it makes grammatically more sense...

There was no warning. The moment the Waynes had stepped into the main hall of this Gala they had not been prepared for what had been about to happen. The only sign they had gotten was Damian tensing for a split second before the youngest of them booked it across the hall.

Tim and Bruce instantly attempted damage control, distracting all the high society people that had noticed it, while Dick and Jason followed their youngest. Cass had already escaped the gala to the roof before they had set their first foot into the main hall.

But again, nothing could have prepared them for what was happening.

Damian not only had seen something that caused him to sprint across the room no, their Demon Brat had gone a step further and just tackled the kid of someone else over and was now wrestling with the other boy! Holding one of the daggers they must have missed to the other boy's neck.

Surprisingly, the other kid held himself pretty well against Damian. Jason and Dick spent a good five minutes just staring when they had found their youngest, only starting to move again when Vlad Master demanded answers from his child. The apparent guardian of the kid that was currently attempting to get a choke hold on Damian before getting flipped over the shoulder, the boy flipped mid air, landing on his feet.

Before Damian could lung at the other boy again Dick grabbed him, his arm wounding around Damians chest as he held onto his youngest brother that sent quite an impressive death glare towards the other kid that just returned the glare, not with the same intensity but clearly peeved had having gotten attacked out of nowhere.

"Daniel! Explain this instant! You promised me, one gala without a ruckus!" Master was clearly not amused, hopefully Bruce had some sort of peace offering ready. Not that the man needed it, Dick thought, remembering some of the reports he had seen the man on.

The boy, Daniel, turned his glare towards his guardian. "It's not my fault this time! HE attacked me first!" Jason snorted, clearly having heard out of that statement alone that Masters apparently also had a feral kid that attacked someone at a gala before.

"This is no excuse. I know you are still grieving but you can not attack my business partner's children. Wasn't it enough that you broke Andrews Mayors nose last week?"

"He deserved it, he hit a girl in a perverted way."

"Justin Gracer?"

"Made fun of my late parents' profession."

"Daniel."

"Fruitloop."

Dick watched how Masters pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not happy with his charge. By now Damian seemed to have calmed down too from whatever idea he had gotten into his head. He was still glaring at the other kid but at least it appeared he wasn't going to attack anymore when he hissed at Dick to let go of him. He still kept a hand on his shoulder just in case.

"I am so sorry Mr. Master. It wasn't Daniel that started it. Damian, come on apologies." Dick cut in, causing the other two to pay attention and fully face them. That's when he noticed it. Daniel looked a whole lot like Damian. The older siblings shared a glance before Jason left to get the others, Tim and Bruce were still stuck doing damage control but it should only be a matter of time. What was the best way to bring it up to ask subtitle questions without appearing suspicious?

Dick was just about a question before Daniel apparently beat him to it. "Fruitloop, you did not attempt to clone me did you?"

"Little Badger, why would I do that? I already have guardianship over you."

Dick felt like he was missing something here but he also felt Daniam's shoulder tense below his hand. So that was why he had attacked. Damian thought another clone appeared. He really hoped what Masters and his Charge seid were just some ill timed joke. Otherwise the implications would be very worrisome.

"Mom and Dad didn't keep some other family relations secret did they?" Daniel then asked and Masters looked at them contemplatively. "Well Jack was estranged from the rest of his family while Maddie only had her sister Alicia and as far as I am aware you and Jasmine were their only children."

"Mr. Masters if you don't mind, would it be alright to do a DNA testing? You said Daniel's father was estranged from his family? It would be good to find out now if there is a relation." Dick ignored the glare Damian was sending him now, but this was his best excuse to get the others DNA to test if the other boy was really a clone or not. If he was then the League of Assassins must have done some serious brainwashing, and memory manipulation. This would also be the first clone of Damian that actually had a consciousness of his own.

"Doesn't explain why he attacked me…" he heard the other boy mutter as Master stared at them with narrowed eyes for a while before giving the boy by his side a contemplating look.

"Daniel has lost his family and friends in an incident recently. It would be good if we found any family he could connect with or help with his grief." The man then finally said after a moment before handing Dick a business card with a number to connect them before leading his boy away, leaving the gala for all they knew.

A week later and after a lot of discussion in their Family. The Waynes and Masters meet for the DNA testing. Though the moment Masters and his charge met Bruce both froze, Bruce in his Brucie act blinked innocently at them and asked if anything was wrong.

"Fruitloop…"

"Don't be ridiculous Daniel. I never would have attempted what you appear to be implying."

The boy pointed in at Bruce as he faced his guardian. "Look at him and tell me they don't look alike! He is like a more fit version of Dad! Like he hadn't eaten a single one of mom fudges in years! You have to have an explanation for that!"

"And how would I do that?"

"I don't know! You're the fruitloop one that had cloning equipment in the basement! Who did you buy it from? Some old fruitloop? The one you bought it from, did they try to - i don't know - clone a celebrity for themselves! The papers you had with it clearly stated that it had been used successfully once. It was a second hand bought with super old technology when I demanded you destroy the stuff!"

"Daniel, do I look like I knew that? I never looked in these papers you speak of! I just bought it as a backup plan, that I never needed a little badger! Besides the only one I would have ever attempted to clone with that time frame would have been your mother! I didn't even know your father before college! "

"Why would you buy something without looking into the papers and instruction manuals you get with it?!"

"There was no need for! Why did you even look into that when you had me destroy it anyway?!"

The Waynes looked back and forth between Masters and his charge. The more these two continued to argue the more a sinking feeling started to form in everyone present. It was Tim though that voiced everyone's thoughts as he leaned over to Bruce whispering only one question. "Are we sure there never has been an attempt of someone trying to clone you? It sounds like there had been one, years ago…"

[puppetmaster13u]

Have a Ghost are Dragons Prompt

Danny hadn't seen Vlad's other form. Not in the entire time he'd known him, nor at any point during a fight.

Oh sure, he'd gone into a ghost form, but never anything else, never anything more. Even Box-Ghost changed sometimes, usually to sit contentedly in one of said boxes until a ghost hunter started to shoot at him. Usually Danny's parents.

He'd never seen it until now, his own leg torn through by an unlucky shot and wings too small to fly as he tried to run. Tried to flee from his parents- tried to get out from the lab while green spattered everywhere.

He'd never seen it until they were trying to cut into him, even if they didn't know it was him. That it was their son. He just needed to get to the Portal, just needed to get out where they couldn't reach.

And then Vlad had arrived, almost seeming to stutter and freeze, everything growing cold. And then burst into flame.

Everything was a blur after that. Everything hurt, more than it should have compared to the injuries he'd suffered before. Painful enough that his vision whited out.

The next thing he knew, he was in the Zone. Not in Amity, not anywhere familiar either. He tried to ignore that fact, just as he tried to ignore the ectoplasm green dripping from slowly (too slowly) healing wounds.

"Where are we going?" he found his voice, however small.

Vlad was quiet, an unreadable expression on his reptilian face, head turned away from him. "Somewhere," he eventually answered, not sounding anything else but exhausted. "I'll figure it out."

[gaymer-hag-stan]

Of course Lara Croft is more iconic than Mario, Sonic, Link and the rest, you can cry about it all you want in the replies on Twitter but it's the truth.

She's the most successful woman to ever hit video games.

She jump-started the action adventure genre.

She revolutionised 3D gaming.

She inspired tons of imitations and her likeness (dual pistols, long braid, blue tank top + brown pants combo) continues to be applied to various degrees in female characters to this day.

She has stayed relevant across decades.

She was the very first and only video game character to become a pop culture icon and be treated as a celebrity in the 90s, appearing in magazine covers, advertisements for Séat, Lucozade, Visa etc., touring with U2 and having her own publicist.

She has won multiple Guinness awards.

She has been portrayed by two Hollywood-winning actresses.

Her games have been extremely successful, both critically and commercially, and she has outlived her main and only competitor, Nathan Drake.

Lara Croft IS video games. It's just facts

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 60

Vlad is the one who gets Danny help.

He has a realization that he became so fixated on Maddie he lost sight on everything else. Maybe he find Maddie and Jack experimenting on a ghost, maybe a plot to capture and cut open phantom. Something makes him see the light.

Regardless of what he is the one who realizes how dangerous Danny’s home life is. How at risk he is.

So vlad leaves an anonymous tip on the justice league helpline regarding a portal into a different dimension. The location fentonWorks in amity park Illinois.

It would be even better if amity had an info block out so it just didn’t exist online. Maybe when they respond either the GIW have phantom and are ready/doing experiments.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Okay but the fact that the Master has used the alias Mr. Seta and the Doctor has used the alias Dr. Seta is SENDING ME THROUGH THE ROOF.

Like yes you two are very married. May I introduce Dr. and Mr. Seta. 🤦

[wildrosesayshigh3]

Can someone tell me all the bad Vlad masters has done in dp cause I remember him being one of my favorite adult from the show and want to write a long redemption series for him with jazz forcing it. Because she needs a relatable and reliable adult who gets her parents so intimately well. And mr. Lancer doesn’t work because of obvious reasons.

[cringefaillosersummit]

Redemption Round Quarter Finals

Neither of these characters has submission notes left.

[vittoriaisfuckingpathetic]

john marston is just like me (has terrible posture and loves abigail roberts)

[ghostblobbletea]

Cuddle puddle turning Danny into an actual puddle. Three fire cores and one little ice core

[mfdragon]

Been a while since I posted, apologies life has been HARD!

Anyway here’s some sketches of my “Good Vlad” au.

Fire core Yada yada but have you considered LIGHTNING CORE!?!

[moonsugar-and-spice]

Phoenix

What would she say if she were to face her father now, to stand tall and look him in the eyes with tear-stained cheeks? She wanted to tell him that a true phoenix does not rise amid the flames, wild and fierce, but only in the cold, dark nothing that comes after. Born from its own ashes, forged through hellfire and suffering, through its own unmaking, to become something else. Something better and stronger and resilient.

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I've been wanting to draw Azula post-years of therapy, having recovered and made it out of the asylum with the help of those who truly care for her. Because I think she deserves it. The concept happened to coincide with a prompt ficlet I wrote, so I settled on the scene where she's recently returned to the palace on Zuko's invitation, and is sitting in front of the mirror she once shattered.

[kettlefire]

Danny finds Vlad.

The house felt... Wrong. That was the best way Danny would explain it as he approached his front door.

The air seemed thicker, a darkness seemed to shadow over the Fenton home. And just his house. A glance around his neighbourhood confirmed it.

Anxiety and terror gripped heavy at his heart, in a way Danny couldn't explain. He slowly unlocked the front door and entered the house.

It felt almost like diving into an ice cool pool of water, but not as comforting. The chill that reached his bones was not the type of cold he liked.

Heat seemed to lick at the edges of his existence. Pushing and shoving against him, but just out of reach.

A shiver ran down his spine, a familiar puff of air followed.

Danny knew it wasn't danger. Whatever ghost that was here wasn't a threat. Not with the way the house's security system hadn't kicked in.

Not in the way his parents were chatting animatedly in the kitchen. Munching away at leftover pizza and fudge as they spoke of their current experiment.

"Danny-Boy! You wont believe this!"

"We have none other than the Wisconsion Ghost in the lab!"

The heat suddenly made sense. Danny turned wide eyes toward the closed lab doors. His parents excitment only fueled his fear.

They had Vlad.

They had him, and they could have done absolutely anything to him. The lack of mentioning Vladimir Masters only meant one thing.

Vlad hasn't broken.

"Feel free to take a look, we'll be down in a bit after our break."

Maddie's words with kind and light but that did nothing to stop Danny from suddenly feeling terrified.

For the first time, Danny truly felt terrified by his parents. A strange sense of fligh or fight filled him at the sight of them.

The smell of fresh ectoplasm that clinged to them. The traces still noticeable in the threads of their jumpsuits.

Danny barely managed to force an excited smile, taking his mother up on the offer. Made his way down the lab stairs on shaking knees.

He barely stopped the scream from tearing itself from his throat. Tears filled his eyes as he stared at the scene before him.

Plasmius, no, Vlad was restrained to the table that has haunted Danny's nightmares in the past. Metal securing his limbs, a thicker, greener piece wrapped tightly around his throat.

Black hair splayed unrully against the table, an IV was attached to one arm, a strange green and pink substance inside.

"Vlad."

Danny voice shook and cracked as he spoke, soft steps leading him closer to the still figure.

Bile rose in the back from his throat, tears finally springing free at the sight.

Pale blue-tinted skin peeled back to expose the array of organs laid beneath. Ribs cracked and pulled open.

That wasn't what did it. No, it was the glowing red and orange core that stared back at him. The piece of muscle that used to protect is pulled back just the same.

"Daniel?"

Vlad's voice was hoarse enough to allude to the screaming he likely did. Hazed over red eyes gazed over at the teen. A hand twitched.

Danny couldn't stopped the choked sound that left him. With shaking hands, he tried to make quick work of putting him back together. Shifting skin, bone, muscle and viscera back in it's place.

Letting out soft apologies at ever pained noise Vlad made. Every soft curse, or muscle twitch.

Ears perked and ready to warn of his parents decent if they came down before he was done.

He hoped against everything they didn't. He didn't think he could ever look at his parents the same ever again. Not without the images flashing before his eyes, and bile rising once more.

The teen did the best he could to detatch himself from the fact at hand. The enemy that he had to put back together.

The enemy he's called a monster on more than one occasion. Right now, the only monsters he could think of were his parents.

Right now, Vlad wasn't just his enemy. He was the man who helped him learn more about being a Halfa. He was the man that protected him from his own parents, even in the middle of battle.

He was the only other Halfa in existence.

He was his God-Father.

Even if Vlad hissed at the touch, Danny coated the incisions in a layer of ice. Ensuring there would be no concern of spillage once he moved him.

Next, the restrains were removed. Following was the removal of the IV.

Summoning all his strength to hold up the limp body of Vlad against him. Brain trying to figure out the next course of action.

"Home."

The word was so soft and broken, without his enhanced hearing, Danny was sure he would have missed it.

It felt like ages, yet not long enough before Danny found himself at Vlad's mansion. Laying him down in the first bed he found.

Watched as the ice melted away into steam, Vlad's core finally kicking in to take over. More smoke rose as the skin at the incision mark bubbled and reddened. Burning together and closed.

Danny quickly gathered an ointment Vlad had in his bathroom medicine cabinet, likely to help their ghostly nature. Along with a damp towel, bottled water, and a prescription for high-dose pain medication.

He made quick work at trying to help Vlad get more comfortable. Trying to be as gentle as he could, still apologizing every time Vlad made a noise of pain and discomfort.

The aggressive heat Danny felt before had give way, leaving being a soft warm feeling of a camp fire. Vlad's eyes flickered open and closed, trying to watch Danny despite the exhaustion that pulled at him.

Moments blurred together, and Danny wasn't sure when Vlad reverted back to human form. The shift made Vlad look all the more like a victim of monsters than when he had the inhumane touches.

Danny couldn't pull himself from Vlad, staying right by his side as he softly wiped sweat from his forehead, and held his hand.

Despite everything Vlad has put him through, Danny couldn't leave him. Not like this. Not now. Not ever.

"Thank you, Little Badger."

Danny swallowed against the lump in his throat, squeezing the hand he held as tears leaked from Vlad's blue eyes.

Exhaustion seemed to finally win the battle, Vlad settled into medicated sleep. Danny whispering a promise that he wasn't going anywhere.

Because he wasn't.

There was no way in hell that Danny was going back home. He couldn't. It didn't matter if his parents might never do this to him if they ever found out.

What matter was that they actually did it. After all the talk, and threats for years, they finally actually did it.

They held a ghost defenseless and trapped, and cut him opened. Reveled in it. They had been bursting with pride and excitment at their work. Fear and disgust slowly gave way to anger.

He was never going back.

And he'll be damned if he let them get their hands on Vlad once again.

[onesafezone]

сharles is extremely good at doing homework

and, yes, by homework i mean his ability to be the only person in the world who can make arthur morgan feel loved and appreciated