#screw that

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 107

It’s another billy and Danny one.

Danny met him while on the run from his parents. Now Danny has a brother and that’s that.

Besides tucker gave him a fake id that set him at 16 and had him emancipated. So hey. They got to share a little beat up one bedroom apartment.

Both playing pretend adults as hero’s.

Now when the magic users are called down to help with a ghost problem. Danny was on alert. Billy and the league didn’t seem to mind his ghostliness but he didn’t really trust the league

The problem. It was Youngblood.

Only the sidekicks could see the ghost running amok. Constantine cursing a storm about the infinite realm ghost only kids could see.

By the time it was dealt with. Danny and Billy just knew Constantine knew the truth. So they just had to be the adultiest adults in front of him.

Constantine did not care about the two. That was too big a headache for him. Too bad all the other hero’s started to get suspicious of the two.

[hellmandraws]

Like a year ago I mentioned that I should dig up some old One Piece fanarts from when I was a teen and redraw them. Well, I finally did it! The sketchbooks I had in my apartment seemed to mostly cover 2006-2007, with a few drawings from 2005 and 2008. I have more out in my storage unit, so maybe I’ll go look for them one of these days. Would love to find ground zero of my nearly two decade obsession, haha!

[hazel-of-sodor]

So apparently Commonwealth of Australia was offered to Australia for Preservation, but was scrapped bc BR didn't wanna pay for shipping the Locomotive to Australia so scrapped her instead. NOT IN MY AU!

[snarkylinda]

I think we should all just focus on whose fault this really is... William Reid's. He's the reason Spencer has the eq of a walnut.

I ALWAYS focus on William Reid for doing his son so dirty. ALWAYS. It's amazing how much shit would had been resolved/avoided if he wasn't so spineless as to abandon his 10yo (even when Diana was BEGGING to take Spencer with him. She knew he wouldn't be properly raised staying with her- William didn't give a shit. Spencer saw the moment his father not only rejected his mom, but HIM, directly) on the last episode Maeve says that Spencer seeks for everyone's approval, shortly after stating those that left him- if William wasn't such a pussy, he could had taught his son to have some self-confidence- hell, even if he didn't DIRECTLY, him staying would had him raise his confidence on a indirect way. Maybe enough to tell someone he had a drug problem instead of sending mixed messages well after it was resolved (off fucking screen too- I hate them) he wouldn't had been Diana's sole caretaker, hence not going to the leghts he went in season 12, thus giving Cat the perfect chance to pray on him; hell, if he wasn't so eager to please, he could had insisted Maeve to get help from the team instead of lowering his head and apologizing when she got upset.

Good job my guy, your son has anxiety.

And lots of other shit to work on lmao

[memes-saved-me]

"Billy's papa is bad," she said and for the first time in about 30 minutes Steve actually heard what the group of kids in his back seat were saying. He watched the reactions of the others through the rear view mirror as the car went quiet. "He hurt him."

That hit Steve right in the chest, his stomach dropped. Unsure what to do he turned on the radio, something Mike and Will seemed very thankful for but when he pulled up outside the Wheeler's and waved to Mike he didn't drive as fast as usual.

Once a street or so away he turned the stereo dial back down. "What was it you were saying about Billy?"

"I just mentioned how we should check in on Max because she seems distant after what happened," Will replied.

"You said something about his dad," Steve pushed a little more. "About his dad hurting him."

"When I went into Billy's head I saw his mom. She was just like him but she left him and his papa hurt him," Eleven answered with a hint of tears in her voice.

"How?" he asked hesitantly.

"He hit him. A lot. Billy was angry because he was scared."

Steve took a deep breath as everything snapped into place and then nodded, turning the dial back up and pushing the speed limit so he could drop them off and then deal with whatever was screaming inside his chest. He smiled and waved to the two of them as they opened the front door to their home but the second it closed he broke.

Sobs erupting as he clung to the steering wheel. Overwhelmed by the guilt, his heart ripping in two all over again as he realised it all made sense.

All those bruises and scars, the hisses when his hands brushed over raw skin or fractured ribs. The look he got when Steve asked what happened. How he rushed off in the night to get home before the morning or the hushed cries in the dark when they had sex.

Why hadn't he found out? Pushed for an answer or told him he wouldn't tell, make him feel safe enough to say something. He could have helped. Done something. Changed everything if only he had known.

He wanted to scream but instead he pulled out of the driveway, turning to go home when he paused. Pulled over and thought about everything all at once.

Whatever they had been was messy, unsure and complicated but that didn't stop it from hurting. Burning a hole in Steve's chest as he dealt with a secret no one else knew. Mourning for someone everyone believed he disliked but in reality some days he thought he might have been in love with the bastard but that was now an unanswered question.

Yet, that anger began to fester in his stomach. Twist and choke him until he was speeding through Hawkins knowing exactly where he was going. When he pulled up outside he saw that truck Billy would turn tale and hide from parked around the back so he turned off his engine.

If he was honest he didn't know what he was going to do as his finger pushed the bell. Hands shaking waiting for someone to answer but when the door swung open to reveal the man he had thought about murdering the entire ride there he acted on emotion.

Without thinking about it at all his fist met Neil Hargrove's nose sending the grown man stumbling backwards into his own coffee table. The shock on his face as he looked at Steve being enough to send him into some sort of self righteous rage.

"Who do you think you are?" he rushed at Steve, nose bleeding but he was too quick. Before he could even touch him Steve had him on the ground staring up at him.

"Do you even know who I am?" Steve kicked him in the chest to keep him down. "Do you know who my father is? What my family can do to you? I'll make sure everyone in this town knows what you did."

"Don't you dare threaten me," his eyes were seething, ready to choke Steve out and bury his body in the woods but he couldn't get up. Everytime he tried Steve was there to stop him.

"You're a piece of shit and I want you gone. I want you out of this town or I'll make your life a living hell. No job, no home and no happy little family when I'm done. I will ruin you."

He stepped back glancing for a split second to see he was close enough to the door to make a run for it if needed but Neil didn't move. That was when he saw the open door of Billy's room, boxed piled around his bed. Something he thought might calm him but instead only enraged him.

"You better make some sorry excuse to leave. Alone. Leave Max and her mother and go. Get the fuck out of here and if I ever see your pathetic child beating ass around here again I'll finish this."

He didn't wait for a response. He turned and closed the door behind him, fist aching as he stretched his fingers and checked the marks on his knuckles. Car keys ready and back in the ignition to take off before someone saw him.

A deep satisfaction washing over him as the tears started again. He couldn't help Billy but he wasn't going to let that bastard get away with what he did, even if he was going to call the cops Steve didn't care. His family lawyers would sort that and most importantly he would tell them why he went there in the first place. He couldn't just sit and let him pretend as if Billy never existed.

Billy deserved justice for so many things but Steve couldn't fight the Mindflayer but he could get the other monster that hurt the boy he now missed more than most.

[nightravens-therapycircle]

I got an idea in my head a few days ago and didn't stop until I brought that idea to light. So using some of the assets from the game, I did my best to emulate TWST's artstyle and made some sprites for Emery.

It's interesting to see what she would look like if she was in the game. I had a lot of fun with this. Maybe next time I'll try to do some expressions.

[random-dragon-exe]

So I just had a thought, illusion magic is basically messing with a person's senses, mainly vision right?

So with this in mind, you can essentially give a person sensory overload and use it to disorient and even incapacitate them.

I bet you could even make someone either temporarily or permanently blind by making the illusion too bright to look at.

There's also the possibility to make someone absolutely hallucinate/trip balls.

If we want to go there, it also has the potential to trigger/give someone epilepsy. Heck, even straight-up give someone a seizure.

Now let's take it further.

Remember how Gus essentially mindfucked Adrian Graye with his worst memories?

What if you can prolong it and basically torture the person by making them see their traumatic memories for too long? (Hours, days, weeks, months, a year?)

You'd be giving the person a personalized never-ending nightmare.

It'd probably drive them to the brink of insanity.

Now that's a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone.

With this in mind, illusion magic is just certified mindfuckery and mind rape in its purest form and because of this, it's pretty OP and downright dangerous magic if used by the wrong person.

Or if the person gets a little too creative with illusions.

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

I'm wearing a guys shirt so yay but THE BUTTONS ARE ON THE WROG SIDE

[lucithecrow]

Tw: child abuse

When I first started going back to public school my teacher set up a "group activity" where she put a bunch of controversial questions on a paper and u would write "yes or no" if u agree.

One of those questions was, "Do you think hitting your kids is ok?" And after seeing that question, I didn't answer ANY of the questions and just sat back down, but the number of kids who support that is crazy to me. Clearly, they've never been hit if they think that shits ok, or they just haven't had that realization yet.

All the kids were like "hell ya imma hit my kid" and I just kept remembering the fear I felt when my dad hit my brother FUCK.

Don't hit ur kids. It's not ok.

[sncwonthebeach]

also, like, I'm not ready to hear the line

"it's so much colder than I thought it would be so I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on"

on the re-record. i'm gonna cry and it's gonna be ugly.

[tanglepelt]

Run Ghost Run 3

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Mild descriptions of wounds ahead.

Leaving the lab was too easy. Nothing went wrong, no weapons, no ghost shields, no alarms and not a single lab coat in sight. The main thought Danny had was that it had to be a trap. There was something happening here. He never could be to paranoid. Regardless trap or not it was his best and only chance. He continued forward, leaving the government complex behind him.

Looking ahead he saw that the sun hadn’t set. In just a few hours it would be night. Taking cover in night would work in his favor. Danny could see Amitys town line in the distance. The base had been their normal one. He knew where he was and just how to get home without being caught in the cameras.

His ghost sense had not activated. None of his rouges or allies had come looking for him or were out and about. Hopefully no one important had an inkling of what occurred. Everything minus his personal physical and mental health were great. He could work with this; just never let anyone know. It was just a matter of not getting caught. No going to the infinite realm, hiding from the GIW and avoiding his parents. A normal Saturday prior to the whole Pariah incident. Avoidance was natural to him.

There were only three people who would take immediate notice of his disappearance. Three people who would help. Danny had to get to Sam, Tucker, or Jazz. Any of them would know what to do. Tucker could hack the government again Sam would go all activist on them, and Jazz would actually take charges and adult. They all had go bags ready to take off. The four of them… no that wouldn’t be a good idea. Getting them involved more would be counterproductive.

The GIW and his parents would be gunning for him, not his friends. Jack and Maddie had no reason to go after Jazz. Those in the realm would search for him not them. In the end it all leads back to him.

It may not be his best call, yet it would keep them all safe. He could just leave them notes. Explain why. Seeing them he wouldn’t be able to leave. Clockwork did say that all ecto-entities and contaminated would be evacuated prior. Should the council find out and they were all together it would be easy pickings. The best thing is to leave alone. Tell no one where he is going and just live the best life a runaway fugitive could.

The closer he got to the town line the harder it was to keep moving. The adrenaline spike was dropping. Vison blurring, head spinning. The billboard with the go bag was in sight. The bag was not as hidden as he remembered. Hitting the billboard counted as landing right. The impact forced a de-transformation no longer ghost. He was able to inject himself with the ecto-dejecto.

Sam had the idea for the go bags and set them up herself just having him stash them around town. Danny had never thought he would need one, Jazz was convinced they would accept him once they knew. He just thought he wouldn’t ever get caught. Jazz had only humored them by stashing a few in town with them. She had been concerned about the lab for his health not that they had been doing it intentionally. He so had bragging rights for once. Well as soon as it was safe to see her again.

Bragging rights aside, the injection was clearing his head. Leaving a lab without checking himself was dumb. Sitting on the little ledge he began to check himself over. The wound on his stomach had started to sluggishly bleed. Staples, for easy access. Not great for long-term care, for now it would have to work. There was a Y incision that wasn’t clean, the struggle was obvious. It was jagged and curved. It looked like a massacre, clothes included. The shirt he was wearing was destroyed. Dried blood and torn up, the same could be said for his pants. Removing the remains of the shirt he dug in the go bag for the med kit. The medical supplies in the bad were used, wrapping the damage. There was no time for any reconstructive work. A quick change into a black NASA sweatshirt and some jeans, just enough time to write notes. Disposing of a tracker or two as he changed.

The bag did contain a fair amount. Sam had insisted on being prepared for any situation. Some clothes, the med kit, an envelope, and a communicator. He would leave that behind no doubt Tucker would track him down with it.

Also, from the bag the phantom-ectosignature-hider. Just like Fenton work products Danny named his the same way. Branding does matter, his PR was already dead. It was a belt designed to hide his ecto signature specifically. Skulker had imputed it into his mainframe allowing the hunt to be quicker. The solution was modify and adapt. It only worked when he was human, he couldn’t hide the signature while ghost or when using powers. Just to be safe he clicked the thermos on the belt. Using it meant the gig was up but not having it on him made him uncomfortable. The thermos was a safety net.

All that was left was to drop them in their rendezvous point. It was a part of there escape plan, grab the stuff meet and run. The communicator did have a use. He would send them a message just in case they didn’t think to look. It had to have been at least a day he had been missing. No doubt they were concerned. The notes just explained the situations and his goodbyes. With the three notes deposited and the message sent he took off. Leaving amity and the communicator behind him.

For the sake of everyone he would run for as long as needed. He left just as the sun was setting.

He’d take clockwork seriously this time. That man stalks all the timelines. Even told him what to do when running, follow the bats and birds he said. Leaving him with yet another mind game riddle warning thing. Not even a hey go here or a by the way don’t go home right away. Danny had around 1000 problems and clockwork could solve them all. Where do birds and bats live together? Do they co-mingle? Danny didn’t know, they were two different species after all. The plan was to wing it for now. Once he was all the way in one piece and not within the vicinity of Amity he could try and decipher the clue.

With no clue where to go he just started following a bird. Maybe it could get him somewhere. There was only one out and about and it flew east. So east is the way he went. Heading to the town line was his first hitch. There were white van patrolling the roads and the lab coats were back. Instead of catching him in the lab they most of planned to catch him off guard. Let him go just to recatch him to dimmish his hopes and dreams of escape.

Flying higher he could see that the entire town had these patrols on the outskirts. The guys in white had no other reason to monitor town except for him. A red light flashed on him like a laser pointer. He had been spotted. They may have the sky and field advantage. He was going to have to dig a little deeper so underground it was. Going as deep and as far east as he could.

Once it became too much to stay under, he had to pop up. He kept going being forced to de-transform at several points. He stayed in forest away from roads as much as he could. Taking advantage of the night. Learning to stay low to the ground. There hadn’t been any more lab coats since amity. Not a single bat so far either. He kept going until daybreak. With daybreak he really needed to find a place and just sit down. Going forward only changing directions whenever he saw a bird. He was traveling by a stretch of highway. Keeping tight in the woods. Only ever using his powers when he heard a car coming to go invisible.

The ecto-dejecto hadn’t been the hail Mary for him as it was Dani. Yes, he was awake and fully aware, yet his powers were on the fritz. Random moments he could feel them fading, flying low was a must. If hitting the billboard was annoying falling in a tree was worse. Definitely pulled something. If he tried to summon ice it was little flurries or an ice cube. Invisibility or intangibility just depending on how it was feeling. The voice in the back of his head was blaming the blood blossoms. In Salem he couldn’t move or use his powers, it was still inside him.

A sign for a closed area was up ahead. That’s where he’d recuperate a bit. The facilities were still operational, he’d take that as a win today. Looking in the dingy mirror, deeper bags sat under his eyes. The bags seemed bruised and were discolored; he didn’t even know when or how he got hit there. The most concerning part was a part of his hair that was now white. Coincidence didn’t happen, it was related to why his powers were being wonky. Leaving the bathroom, the sun was long gone. A lot more time had passed then he realized.

The farther east he went the more death was lingering. Tragedies, blood bath and so many traumatic events. Wherever this was stemming from was causing rifts into the infinite realm. To an average person they would never know. He could feel ectoplasma, while corrupt it was in the air. Getting stronger as he went. This wasn’t like amity, the veil wasn’t thin here, this was caused by extreme emotions of the dead. It would be prime breeding ground for a powerful ghost to manifest here if one hadn’t already.

Staying human would be best. The belt would hide him. The only reason he didn’t turn around was the fact he saw a red robin. His ghost sense was linked to his ice core, it would be unlikely for another to sense him. If a ghost had formed here, it could cause issues, they would know the customs and rules. Either a fight that would be noticed by the others or an overly concerned ghost. Both less than ideal. It was time to channel his inner Jazz and plan ahead.

His first step was in progress, keep moving. Second was to form the master plan. Suddenly a bright light in the sky caught his attention. There was a giant bat sign in the sky.

That cemented the fact he should stick around for at least a nap. His walking pace was slow. The sun had started to rise, and the bat light thing was long gone. Why there was a light in the sky for a bat he didn’t know. What he did know was that an unmaintained in need of a cleaning sign was standing.

Entering Gotham City.

I don't really get tagging people. Like am I supposed to include people who asked in the first part or just the second part. I'm only including those who asked in the last one. If its continuous I have no problems adding people in.

@56thingsinaname @manglethemingle

[crusaderce]

how the hell is it when i LITERALLY come back, this happens?? fucking tragic.

[chamomile-tea-time]

listen i love firestar but every time i think about how he gaslit sandstorm into thinking him having a side chick in his dreams (her adult aunt) actually makes my blood BOIL

"your bond is special" WYM BOND !!!!!! THE MOST THEY SHARED WHEN SHE WAS ALIVE WAS ONE RANDOM PROPHECY AND THEN SHE KICKED IT. anyways i have to work overtime mentally reinventing weird canon things from this series

[galactic-theorist]

Rick got up, running after Morty. He never knew that it would get to this - a Rick running after a Morty

[cirqueduroyale]

Will we get to see Manet’s reaction to the knowledge that Quinn (in part) left to start her own family, and a mixed one at that? Since he practically raised her, does he feel proud of her in a sense, for standing up for herself and bucking the harmful norms she was born into?

Quinn loves Dad #2 and Manet is very proud of his blue, red haired daughter.

I know the start of the comic is pretty all over the place, with a lot not taking place in order. I just wrote some stories to cheer myself up (that's why earlier comics focused more on Claudy). The comic is about 6 years old, but they've only been back for a few (unspecified) months.

I want to do a comic later on about Quinn and fam's initial re-introduction to Clowny Island. Maybe a final comic or something, idk.

[merrysithmas]

another thing that is so gutting and disrespectful about sidelining the main character of his own show for another character (who is infinitely more unlikeable, doesnt deserve HIS arc, and makes the narrative boring af by nature of having had THREE attempts to do & fail at the same task) is all of the work and effort and inspiration put into SO MUCH ART for all these years!

there has have been countless beautiful pieces of fanart/fan posters/murals/models/clothing that take inspo from the western, spaghetti western posters, vibe, and colors from MILLIONS of talented artists around the globe.

i mean it was a beloved worldwide phenomenon.

and now that is what... nothing?

complete BS. sincerely hope this show crashes and burns & hemorrhages the audience they disrespect