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little-pondhead · 1 year ago
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The Folly of Men - Masterpost
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[Links will be updated as new parts are added!]
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SUMMARY:
The League of Assassins has a secret. Deep within the sprawling city of Eth Alth'eban, the Well of Sins was watched over by Ra's al Ghul. See, while the Lazarus Pits could grant him immortality and bring people back from the dead, the Well of Sins was also more than that. It was a portal to another dimension. Ra's had held this information close to his chest for centuries, determined to take full advantage of this power and keep it for himself. He managed to successfully placate and deal with many demons and spirits that slunk out of the portal until now, so why should now be any different-
Oh. That was a dead boy at his feet.
Perhaps he should let Talia know she has a new son?
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Chapter 1 - #355E3B
Chapter 2 - #78866B
Chapter 3 - #228B22
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Concept designs - Jazz, Dani, Sam, and Tucker
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Timeline from part 2! The full explanation can be found there.
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hollys-fairy-hell · 9 months ago
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Lord imagine Irep taunting Peri in the early stages of him being captured. As much as I love this ship I also love the bitter enemies.
I got carried away with this one. Angst below my friends. Angst below.
Irep doing and saying anything to make Peri as miserable as possible in his final moments. Dev in tow.
Just to stop coming all together when he realises Peri is too far gone for it to even hurt him anymore. Dev suggesting they go back to rub it in Peris face somemore only to be met with a bored look and a “no point his mind is to far gone for it to really hurt him now.” Or something
Irep just bored of it. While Peris only time seeing anyone else was when Irep and Dev came by. He is just alone now. Nothing to distract him from the fact hes going to die alone in a cage. Maybe he was trying to keep it together cause Dev was present. But now fully alone, knowing himself that hes probably not even worth it to Irep. Knowing that must mean hes close to dying. Maybe he wished the pain was more blinding. More mind numbing so he couldn’t think like Irep probably thought. Maybe he doesn’t want to think about how hes never gonna see his family again.
Maybe Dev can sneak a peak at this state of complete misery? Maybe Peri having a little sob begging for it to be over. Just a nice quite little moment of loosing all hope? Curled up in on himself in the middle of the floor where Irep last tossed him about. Quietly begging for someone to come back. To not be all alone. Even if he gets hurt some more. Even if they taunt him. To just not be alone.
I wonder how a 10 year old would react to that. Probably trying to be bitter. Sneaking away again. Finding his dad. Telling himself that it’s the only way to get his dad to love him. Constantly repeating in his mind that it’s Peris fault for failing him. For his rules. Knowing deep down. In is heart that isnt true but theres nothing he can do.
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nightwatcherraph · 8 months ago
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I had this awesome dream well ok not awesome for poor Raph lol. The guys get captured by this mutant hate group they vivisect Raph. I don’t why but for some reason they just leave him there with his chest still cut open his organs were exposed to the world to see. When the boys they break out their cells to rescue him and they see him like that. Mikey screams Leo looks like he’s gonna pass out. Before Donnie could start working on Raph trying to get his plastron back on I woke up. Now I got more ways to torture Raph thanks brain lol
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starlitwishes · 2 years ago
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❛why would i lie to you?❜ (Dottore to Wrenn)
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“Of course you’re lying! I was literally made to house it!” Scaramouche screamed. “What do you mean it rejected me?!”
He didn’t care if his chest was in agony from another vivisection—one that had, ultimately, failed in the end. Scaramouche sat up, borderline tearing the stitches that just barely kept him together, his eyes widened and strained.
“Stop messing with me! You’re Il Dottore, the second harbinger! I know just exactly what you’re capable of—and this is well within your capabilities!” He continued to yell, to scream, as he spat out his words like venom. “You just didn’t want to fulfill your end of the deal…!”
A maddened grin stretched across Scaramouche’s face as he grabbed Dottore by the collar of his jacket, fingers trembling.
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“Fix it—fulfill your end of our promise, or I will stop at nothing to end every single piece of your existence! Do you understand me?!”
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modern-day-kleavor · 2 years ago
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Selfie with my latest work!! :333 I can't actually show my work because I'll get flagged, so you just get the legs haha
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phantomwithbreakfast · 22 days ago
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DANNYMAY DAY 06: Transformation
Day 05 • Day 07
⟢ TW/CW: This Animation Contains Flashing Lights / Strobe Effects — Gore (Disturbing Images). Viewer discretion is advised! This animation and one-shot is made/written to reflect what PTSD really feels like. (More under the cut)
Genre: Angst / Hurt / Horror • TW/CW: PTSD — Dissociation — Graphic Content (Medical Torture / Vivisection — non-consensual experimentation) — Emotional Distress — Identity Crisis • Scarred For Half A Life (phic), my head canon • AU — OOC
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Danny stood in his room, bare feet on cold floorboards, the silence pressing in like a weight. His reflection stared back from the mirror—familiar, but… not. There was something almost foreign about the boy in the glass. Yet, for once, he didn’t hate it. He tilted his head, squinted, and gave himself the smallest smile. Maybe—just maybe—he didn’t look like a complete wreck today.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone. A stupid idea, really.
It felt like ancient times ago that he had taken a selfie. But today, something felt different. Lighter. As if the air didn’t taste like smoke and antiseptic for once. He wanted to believe he was healing.
A breath in. Shaky. But there was something soft about this moment. He wanted to remember it.
He raised the phone, adjusted the angle as his thumb hovered over the screen.
Just one picture. Just to remember that not every day is hell.
A stupid selfie—something to mark a day he didn’t hate his life. A tiny victory for himself.
The softest smile ghosted across his lips—brief, fragile. But it faltered, trembling at the edges. He tried. God, he fxcking tried. But even some hope felt like a lie when it slipped away so easily.
Click.
F L A S H.
He didn’t turn it off. The light exploded across the mirror, for one purr of less than a second—a reflection stared back at him that wasn’t his.
It was there. He was there. That room. That table. Cold metal straps biting into his wrists. Screaming—his voice, raw and desperate. His mother’s voice, sharp and clinical. White suits. White pain. The scalpel carving down his chest. Ectoplasm pooled, searing as it poured from every hole—his nose, his ears, his mouth, the open cuts. Burning him from the inside out—like he was leaking his very own soul.
The vivisection—his lungs, his core, the wet, sickening sound of his insides being pried open. Electric shocks ripping through him, leaving jagged scars across his skin, his face. His body jerking, seizing. Helpless. Exposed. Stripped of everything—dignity, safety, humanity. Just… meat under a microscope.
Danny didn’t register the transformation. Suddenly, Phantom stared back—shoulders stiff, eyes blown wide, chest rising too fast. Phantom took over when Danny was too shattered to stand. Phantom kept the body breathing while Danny’s mind was stuck reliving his own dissection.
His hand gripped the phone. He couldn’t breathe. He was shaking, couldn’t feel the ground beneath him. He wasn’t in his room anymore. He wasn’t now. He was then, again.
A breath. Shallow. Sharp. Coming back to present.
He looked down. The photo showed his soft smile. But he wasn’t smiling. He didn’t even feel real.
Everything was fine.
That’s what he kept telling himself.
Everything is fine.
But his throat burned. His skin felt too tight. The phantom pain still whispered under his ribs, behind his eyes.
Nothing was fine.
It never had been.
He crouched to the floor, arms wrapping around his chest, clutching the place they’d cut him open. The place they said it didn’t belong to him. The place he wasn’t allowed to own.
He wanted to scream.
But even now, even here, he was too afraid to make a sound.
The mirror was still there, his own reflection. And that… that was the worst part.
Because he wasn’t sure… which version was real anymore.
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⟢ No, I’m not going to show the disturbing image from the animation. It’s—just… no. If you really want to see it, pause the video at that exact moment. I gave Trigger Warnings, so don’t come after me! (:
⟢ Even I find it really disturbing—and I’m a horror / angst / whump fan. Maybe, it’s because it’s Danny, I don’t know. Almost my whole blog is about Danny angst, lol.
⟢ The boy deserves better. He deserves a warm, grounding hug—wrapped up safe in a blanket like a burrito, held tight until the shaking stops. But we wouldn’t want to do that if there wasn’t a reason behind it—so we write angst phics and make angst art. We break him first… so the comfort means something. Poor Danny!
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago
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tw - unhealthy relationships, mentions of gore/human experimentation, forced marriage. written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.
Recently, all your mornings had started the same way: ten or so feet below the ground, buried under the satin sheets of an otherwise empty bed in a stone chamber decorated with all the love and tenderness of a hospital room, freshly cleaned after the death of its last occupant.
Blearily, you stumbled out of bed, grimacing at the feeling of the cold, rough floor against your bare feet. Temperatures in Snezhnaya rarely rose above freezing, and while your husband didn’t seem to mind the cold, you weren’t so resilient – shrugging on your heaviest robe before so much as opening your eyes. A mug of coffee was clumsily assembled in your minimalistic kitchenette (a feature you insisted on, after being forced to share a communal ice chest with one of his more dissection-focused segments), then a cup of tea; herbal and rich, a blend from Sumeru he had imported every few months. For as many years as you’d been with Zandik, you’d never been able to make sense of what he considered worth his time and what he disregarded as frivolous wastes of effort and mora. You supposed you could only be thankful you fell into the former group, lest your body be the next to adorn his vivisection table.
Once you’d managed to shake the chill and bring yourself to a state of near-consciousness, you stumbled out of your bedroom and into the corridor, ignoring the curious looks of young researchers and patrolling soldiers and shrugging open the steel door at the end of the hall. The smell of rot and preservatives hit you as soon as you stepped into Zandik’s personal laboratory, but your eyes only glazed over the dark puddles splattered across the floor, the amorphous mass covered with a white sheet and laid across a metal table before landing on your husband – slumped over his desk, his face buried in his arms and ink staining his fingertips, his left cheek. With a sigh, you made your way to his side, placing both mugs on the edge of his desk and resting your hands on his shoulders. Letting your eyes fall shut, you lowered yourself to his height, resting your lips against the top of his head and only pulling away when he began to stir.
He'd always been a light sleeper (in comparison to you, at least), and it’d never taken much to rouse him. You straightened your back and as if on cue, he bolted upward, gaze darting to the door, then his operation table, then you – where it would stay. A slight grin pulled at the corner of his lips as he pushed his chair away from his desk and tapped his leg, and without protest, you climbed into his lap; straddling his thighs and burying your face in the crook of his neck. One of his hands found its way to your hip while the other took to rubbing small, slow circles into your back. You waited for him to settle underneath you before breaking the silence. “I want to go home.”
Home, meaning the gothic, looming mansion you usually resided in when he wasn’t working out of one of the Fatui’s countless underground facilities or traveling abroad. It was also dark and drafty and a far cry from your previous home, the home he’d taken you away from the day he married you, but you’d been able to decorate it to your preferences and you didn’t need to go through ten of his soldiers just to step outside. He hummed, the sound passive and dismissive, and you frowned into his shoulder, nudging gently at his chest. “I’m serious, Zandik. Everything smells like blood and you haven’t come to bed in days. Being around all these chemicals is going to be the death of me – that is, if boredom doesn’t do the job first.”
Another hum, this one slightly more thoughtful. “You know I would pluck the stars from the sky for you,” he started, his voice still low and coarse with sleep. “But I am here on the Tsaritsa’s orders. Are you sure you’d have me test the good will of an archon for something so mundane?”
“Yes.” You’d seen him butcher orphans and burn villages to the ground. If he was still in his goddess’ good graces after so many centuries of relentless carnage, you were sure she wouldn’t mind a sudden relocation. “There’s nothing you do here that you couldn’t do in your own laboratory.” You thought for a moment, then added, “Unless you’ve decided that you love your archon more than you love me.”
His smile faltered, something possessive and pointed catching in his eyes. His grip on you tightened, but he recovered quickly, letting out an airy chuckle as he bowed his head and nuzzled mindlessly into the dip of your shoulder. “Two more weeks,” he promised. “Then, I’ll send you home – one way or another.”
“One more week.” You sat up, cupping his face and forcing him to meet your eyes. “Or I start spitting in your tea.”
“One more week if you start spitting in my tea.”
“You’re a vile, repugnant little man.” You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Deal.”
You spend the rest of that day lounging across the velvet-cushioned loveseat in the corner of his lab, skimming through your dozenth pulpy romance novel and watching your husband dismember corpses with a vigor you hadn’t seen since the first days of your marriage.
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hyper-real-hedgehog · 7 months ago
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whats going on with ninja turtles and vivisection? i saw it be brought up quite a lot considering its like a kids cartoon, like i get it, im into danny phantom and thats like, the vivisection fandom but i dont know what happens in ninja turtles for that to be a thing
I had this awesome dream well ok not awesome for poor Raph lol. The guys get captured by this mutant hate group they vivisect Raph. I don’t why but for some reason they just leave him there with his chest still cut open his organs were exposed to the world to see. When the boys they break out their cells to rescue him and they see him like that. Mikey screams Leo looks like he’s gonna pass out. Before Donnie could start working on Raph trying to get his plastron back on I woke up. Now I got more ways to torture Raph thanks brain lol
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anonymous-existences · 8 months ago
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Chapter 15 : Red Painted Metal Walls
JL is planning how to Save Danny whilst also Dismantling The GIW and everything else as fast and logical as they could. Danny on the other hand is not doing Okay. [Danny-Dante-Centric Chapter] TW: Depictions of Vivisection, Child Abuse, Child Murder(does it count if he revived again and again??), Torture, Gore/Organs
Enjoy Pookies, also a cheeky side story 🤭
[𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐]
[𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 14, 11:45 𝙿𝙼]
"October 14 2XXX, 11:45 PM, Agent K Recording, We have successfully subdued By that of Agent A and Agent B respectively by Park Row, Gotham. Today we are here with The ecto-biologist Experts that of Doctors Maddie and Jack Fenton and the Specimen of Today's study. P H 4 N 7 0 M - 0 0 0 A , the most powerful of all Ecto-Sc— ehem... Ecto Species also commonly known and named as Phantom thus we will be referring to it as such for easier use. Agent K out." he reports to the Recorder and Hands it to Maddie for Later use.
Jack sets up a camera to record the experiments though film, "October 14 2XXX, 11:47 PM. I Am Ecto biologist Maddie Fenton here to educate you about Ecto - Specimen PH4N70M - 000A also known as Phantom. Here We present Phantom. He takes the form of a Little Boy around the age of 12-13 but do not mistake such creatures as a child. It's possible that they're older than any of us despite their appearances." She says preparing the Medical Surgical Tools in the side.
Phantom's face had a cover on it, a black tinted glass mask that's lodged deep into his skin. A collar that looked too tight in his neck. Danny was confused. Where am I? He thinks to himself and notices he couldn't move. His body felt too heavy and weak to move an inch of his body making it hard to know where he is. All he could see was the metal ceiling... Metal?—
Danny screams as Maddie opens his chest with a scalpel in a Y incision, it hurt so much. He begged them to stop but they continued. His Screams being blocked out by the mask on his face.
Please Stop, Please. Please
Please Please please Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please Please PLEASE PLEASE STOP IT! IM BEGGING YOU. IT HURTS. քʟɛǟֆɛ քʟɛǟֆɛ ₱ⱠɆ₳₴Ɇ ₴₮Ø₱!!
'H̴̢̫̟̜̼͊͋̽̇̅͌̈̀͘̕̕͠G̷̨̛̓͒̽̐͐̈́̓̔́̄̉̀̄͌͌̚G̷̡̨̨͍̣͚̯̮͚͎̯͔̟̙̑͝K̸̜̙͌͌̓͐̆̈́͋̅̏͋̈̊̋͑̃̕͜͝Á̵̢̛̰̻̥̎͝Ä̶͔͖̩́̊̈̄̄A̸̢̢̰̻̲̬̲͕͚̲̯̤͚̗̩̋Ā̵̛̟̻͉͈̟͇͈̫̰̫̟̞̜̦͒̈́̒͑̀͗̇́Ä̵̢̨̱̩͓͎͕̹̬̮̦͔̦̮̥͙́͊ͅĄ̷͉͇̖̳̥͕̲̲͖̮̈̈́̋̋́̓͊̾͆́̈́̎͘͝ͅA̴͎͔͈͗͠A̸̧̳̦̞̋̾͌̈́͌͠A̴͚̭̪̝̜̫̭̥̺̙̱͕̼̞͌̆̈́̅̈͋̆͑̅̂̒̏́ͅA̵̧͇̣̣̩̗̹̦̟͗̚͜Á̶̝̺̤͓̥̖̰̩̩͎̖͜Ȃ̸͉͔͙́̌̏͌̓̒̅̄̀̋̀̔͘Ą̷͉͕͇̻̲̣̤̼́̃̍̽̎͐͂̿͝͝Ā̴̠̼͍̙̲̩̠̙̩̩͔̋̈́̊̔̊A̶̺͍̪̍͛́̋A̷̧͓̣͕͚̝̩͠Ą̴̻̝̀͊̇́̒̌́̉̀͌͠Ạ̴̧̭͎̹̖͖̻̟͔̯͕̗̹͑̿̊̔̈́͋͘͠͠ͅA̶̡̡̞̘̗͓̺̣̝͛̽̈̈̈͂͜͝A̴̳͉͚̳̰̪̼̣̣̓̆̅̋̊͝ͅ!!!"He Screamed.
Despite that it didn't stop Maddie Fenton from Dissecting his Organs, Taking them out of his body carelessly without anesthesia.
"It seems the specimen can mimic the feeling of Pain, the screams of a child and such... But here we must remember this is all to try and deceive us." She said bluntly as she blatantly ignored all his corrupted pleas of pain, begging her to stop, begging her to let him go. Telling her it hurt, telling her to stop.
Asking.
Begging.
P̸̥̻̯̫͖͈̀̌́͊l̴̅̈́̿̃͆ͅë̶̢̲͔̜͆̽͝ą̴̫͓̺͂̒d̸̢̻͒ȉ̶̜͍̣n̸͔̹̂͗̀̕ͅg̷̫̰̀̈́̽̕.
His tears rolling down his cheeks, soon he lost the ability to scream out any further as he ran out of breathe, losing consciousness due to the intense pain of this Torture they are putting him through.
Please... Stop.... It hurts so much.
Jazz... I miss Jazz... I miss my Big Sister....
[𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 16 , 12:48 𝙰𝙼, 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗]
Dante was with Superman, Batman, Flash and Wonder Woman who insisted on coming with the Bat. Jason as well as he fully trusts his lover to not let him get harmed inside this facility. "Inside this... Is where many ghosts and Other Ecto-Entities Are Confined. I can't get in without you heroes." Dante says with a scowl as he dragged his bat through the ground.
"Fright Knight can't as well." Dante stated and glanced at Fright Knight settling his mare beside a tree and heading back to him to stand behind him, Fright Knight still made the heroes feel scared but Dante reassures them it's normal and Fright Knight is just Really the Embodiment of Fear. And that scarecrow is nothing compared to him. Fright Knight looked proud of that statement taking it as a compliment, Jason personally found him cool and chill as his horse also liked Jason, Robin also was very fond of the Knight's Mare and the Mare liked the two immediately which Fright Knight was Pleased with.
"Flash you will evacuate all Ecto-Entities inside the Facility as soon as Superman forces the Facility Open, I will be looking for the little Daniel, Wonder Woman you make sure not a single worker in this facility gets out, Knock em out cold. Do not kill unless absolutely Necessary. Superman you assist Wonder woman and Dante and... Jason..." Bruce looks at the two lovers.
"I do my own thing. I will kill Big Bat, I don't make promises such as "no killing" that's not me. That's Danny." Dante laughs with an ear to ear smirk and Fright Knight also Hummed in amusement as if ready to slay those in his way. "Flash you also make sure that any weapons against ecto-entities will be deactivated at once if you find the source of it's power." Bruce stated ignoring the Uneasiness in his chest with his heart pounding at the thought of the Little Daniel having been tortured... A 13-14 years old child. Only monsters do that. He thinks to himself and scowls.
"On it B!" Flash Says Enthusiastically as Superman Forced a Hole in the Thick Facility Walls, Dante walked in immediately and Fright Knight Guarding Beside him and Jason Following with his guns and a Bat That Dante had gifted him. Bruce took a deep breathe and without hesitation stepped inside the Facility Floors.
[𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]
Dante was happy, he beat the Agents Up with His Bat and His Lover Jason, they bonded over this Mutual Causing of Violence and Chaos whilst in the distance no Agent could even come closer to Fright Knight as They threw them around as if they're mere bugs which Dante thinks they are. He says sorry to Jazz in his Mind as she would have been disappointed to see this but he also knows she would support it considering the current situation. But then Dante barely dodged a glowing green Gunshot from Someone. He turns his head to face them.
"Maddie Fenton." He glared at Maddie who was holding a gun with Precision and Kept Shooting at him, "Ecto-Scum, PH4N70M - 000C." She states and she looked at him as if he was an animal, it ticked Dante off and Glanced at Jason, Jason got the hint and Backed away to Fright Knight to keep himself safe as Dante Wants him to be. "It's been a while Maddie. Now where is... Where is my Phantom." He glares at Maddie with Poison Laced in his tone, growling underneath his words, pure aggression in his body language.
"IT'S whereabouts is none of your concern, not when soon we will be the one to personally terminate you." She states with a blank but perceptive Expression, "We?" Dante asks curiously soon saw the Hunk of a Man Charging at Dante. Dante threw his bat on the wall and Wrestled With Jack Fenton. Jack Fenton was a Physical Threat, His movements were to cause as much damage as possible but still precise and Large Aim due to the Man's Size. "I will protect my Wife from you." Jack glared at Dante as he pinned Dante on the wall with one Arm.
Jack jumped back as Dante heats his body up clearly getting Pumped up, He laughs amusingly and combs his bangs back and Tying up his hair with His Abilities. Soon Red And Black Rings former Around Dante and Jason Blushed Unexpectedly at Dante's Real Form cuz Damn, that's hot, those muscle definitions wants to make Jason have a Boner but surely he shouldn't do it right now as he's busy with Killing other Agents.
Fright Knight seemed more pumped up than Before, He laughed in excitement, "Now the Banquet of Blood Shall Rein High in this unpleasant Facility." Fright Knight says Excitedly as Dante Laughed and Wrestled again with Jack Fenton, Jack Was Trying his best to dodge the Fast and Hard Blows Dante was Dealing towards him, Maddie assisting him with her now Amazing outstanding aim managing to Hit Dante once in the arm which gave Jack an Opening to Send Dante flying to the Wall.
Dante recovered within mere seconds, the Dust Fog covering his Body but not his Presence and His Piercing Crimson Eyes that Screamed "Murder and Blood", Pure Bloodlust Painted across his face with his unnaturally Wide Grin. He laughed deeply, a growl under his Amused Tone. Dante charged at Jack again but As Jack got into a defensive stance Dante went Intangible and Went through him and Tackling Maddie to the Wall nearly lodging her deep in the Thick metal walls, Jack Grabbed him and Threw him at the wall to check up on his wife but Dante's Recovery to the situation got faster and he sent himself back at Jack who somehow successfully blocked his Blow.
Dante laughed as the two Fenton's fought hard against them with Ease but now they're at a disadvantage as Maddie's Injuries causes her to miss much more often. Dante looked as though he was bored now and then he clawed Jack's Chest And Dug his claws deep as Jack Grabbed him again and threw him away, Jack coughed up blood and Maddie Yelled out his name in worry but Before she could run to her husband Dante out of nowhere plunged his Arm right through her chest, holding her still beating heart.
She coughed, slowly her eyes was drained of it's life as Dante pulled out his arm out of her chest and she fell to the ground bleeding out the rest of her Insides. Dante slowly walked over to the Weakened Jack, jack still tried to Fight Which Dante Regrettably Found Admirable about the Man, although an idiot he was strong... Such wasted Potential.
Dante grabbed the Bat he threw to the side and Dragged His Bat hard and thorough towards Jack's Wound in his chest, Causing him to cough up more blood and fall over to his back, Dante grabbed a Crowbar he pulled out of his chest and hit it on Jack's Head Until it lodged into his visible Skull, his brain guts spilling out as Dante Huffed and Laughed in Victory as he has finally gotten his revenge on The Fenton's he so loathe. Such hatred was much stronger than his hatred for Vlad. (Who is now still legally his adoptive Father)
Dante opened his mouth unnaturally Wide and ate Maddie's Heart, he licked his blood tainted lips and Pulled a towel from his chest to wipe the blood off his hands and Walk over to Jason. Jason was stunned and Fright Knight was also Bloody as he has been given permission indirectly by Dante to kill the agents without hesitation. Both Ghosts were pleased with their Bloodlust Being Quenched and Dante Kisses Jason's/Red Hood's Forehead and Caressed his cheek Carefully and Gently.
"You don't hate me right Ba—" Dante was cut off by Jason's coughing, "That was so hot to be honest—" he Stated and Clearing his throat, still in shock and Dante merely laughed in amusement as his lover didn't hate him for what he's done. Jason stared at his chest and even poked them still cooing over his Muscles and Everything as if Jason doesn't see it everyday when they're taking a shower together.
But that's just another story for another day as that's their private life.. but then again he found Jason's admiration of his Body Physique Relatable as Dante also Coos Over Jason's Ass whenever he can so it's a win win for both lovers.
[𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚗 / 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]
"I found Daniel James Masters... Or Danny..." he mutters over the Comms as Flash was Finishing up with Letting and Freeing the Ghosts from their Containment and Them heading instinctively to the Ghost Mare which now made sense on why the terrifying Fright Knight Left it there.
Bruce Cradled the Child's Body in his arms Gently, he had wounds that had looked fresh but also healed at the same time, his hair Pitch Black with white in the undercut, The Kid was Pale with Constellation Like Glowing Green Freckles Adorning his Innocent Face, a Muzzle that had no holes and a Too tight collar connected to the collar with odd beeping and possibly an electric shocker also lodged deep in his delicate pale skin. His body was Thin, his body too light for someone his age, he looks... He looks so much like Jason when he first... In... Just like in that Warehouse...... Bruce thought as his heart cried and ached at the sight of the nearly dead - half dead kid Infront of him, It made Bruce want to break into tears.
He slowly stood up carrying the Child through the now Red Tainted Halls, Ignoring the Bodies that surrounded him presumably the people Dante had Massacred out of Revenge, His Breathing Hitched as he continued to stared at the cold bodied child in his arms, cradling him softly as he caught himself humming a soft lullaby as he saw the Kid's unconscious expression soften at it, Bruce's Gaze Softens as he Carries the child out of the Facility, the other ghosts being taken care of by Fright Knight but Some checking up on Phantom, they called him their Precious Prince. Their Source of Purpose and Existence In the Ghost Zone or Infinite Realms as they liked to call it.
Dante although being covered in the blood of others did not stop the Younger Looking Ghosts to Stick to him, calling him King Regent, they thanked him, tears forming in their delicate small eyes as they thanked the Heroes which made The others want to tear up as Fright Knight Led them towards a Portal that eerily resembled Lazarus Waters. Just purer and much Cleaner.
"Thank you! Please have a long life!" The younger ghosts Waved Happily at them, the animal Ghosts running into through the portal as soon as they saw it manifest.
"Thank You sir speedster!"
"We thank you all!"
"Please live long!"
"We love you!"
"Thank you for stopping our agony!"
"Thank you Avenging us!"
Although The heroes were used to being thanked by people but it was not the same feeling as when an already Dead Child... Thanks them for Avenging them... Children that was already dead who had to suffer another hell because of Humans that were still living. Thanking them for Freeing their souls. It made Wonder Woman's Heart want to cry out but instead she waved them off with a hearty yet Pained smile.
"Don't worry! We'll make sure there's no more victims in the future!" Flash reassures the ghosts which made the older ones smile softly at them with pained but relieved expressions tainting their wounded Faces. They too muttered a small yet more silent and calm Thank you as they passed through the Portal.
"What will happen to them now?" Superman Asks holding back tears. "... Pass on. They will pass on to a better life or they will willingly live in the ghost zone in their afterlife until they Decided to take the route of Reincarnation." Dante says and sighs in relief, he smiles softly which contradicts what he looks like right now which is a bloody Murderous Mess. He looked at Bruce then at his hands, "you carry him for now. Let's go." Dante states and the Other Heroes Nod as they are now heading off back to Gotham to get Danny some rest and Also for Dante to be able to Contact Frostbite and Help out Danny's Weakened Core.
He will let Ember and the other ghosts deal with the Souls of the Facility... He knows they'll make them burn. Burn in the fires that is of hell where Walker will force them down to Lucifer Himself. Much to Lucifer's Demands he cannot really stop the superior fuckers that is The Ancients and the Orders of the King Regent, 'Sassy Gay-Like Zesty Bastard' Dante thinks to himself thinking of the King of Hell Lucifer but right now he will just focus on The Future Ahead of Danny, It was not the most pleasant. He'll go into Operation WWJD. What would Jazz Do? Would she comfort Danny? Totally. Would she Console Danny? absolutely. Would she suggest he go to therapy? Maybe. Maybe he'll also get therapy from one of the Yeti's but that's for another Day.
His rant thinking was interrupted with Jason leaning his Head On Dante's Shoulder as they sat in the backseat of the BatMobile as Dante had accidentally lost his keys to his Bike which pissed him off enough that he also destroyed the bike much to Jason's Delight. Danny was in his arms, breathing steadily as Dante slowly fed him his ectoplasm through their Fraid Bond, also Dante did not have purest Ectoplasm it was the best he could do At the moment, Feeding Danny was a Priority in his list, second to getting Danny to Frostbite for Medical Care.
Dante smiles, Bruce looked Calmer and Relaxed, the tension in his body had faded as soon as he got Danny Safe and out of the Facility. Dante has a slight hint of guess that Bruce might want to Adopt Danny which is totally fine for Dante because atleast he's Vlad's Legal Son and He won't become his Lover's By Law Brother cuz that would be weird. Today was wonderful nontheless.
Atleast now he has Danny Safe Again and Maybe being with the Wayne's would make it safer with the boy... All he wishes now is His Baby Brother's Safety and Jason's Safety out of everything else. That was all he needed.
His family to be safe.
SIDE STORY (Vlad/Clockwork):
"Daddy! Daddy! Dante is coming back home with Dan—" she walked into the room abruptly and stunned as he saw a shirtless Clockwork Pinning down her Father on his bed who was also Shirtless.
"Hello there little Ellie, I did not expect you to come here!" Clockwork says calmly, "Oh Butter Biscuits— ELLIE—" Vlad says panicked but Clockwork kept his hands pinned down, "your daddy and I are busy... Playing Adult Stuff... How bout you play outside with your friends from school?" Clockwork says with a smile.
"Okay!" Ellie says Enthusiastically as Clockwork bribed her with a candy and a wad of cash she can use to spend with her friends, much to her friends Denial and Insistentence that she not give them money they can't stop her. Ellie soon Promptly walked out after finishing counting her Pocket Money.
"Now where Were we?" Clockwork licked his lips teasingly As he bit on Vlad's Goddamn Neck. "Mercy." Vlad pleads bluntly with a flushed face and Clockwork looked like he thought about it for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe not, my Plasmius." clockwork said with a cheeky fucking smile, his tone was teasing but also Daring.
Someone Save Vlad (/J)
Side Story Made me Blush 🤭🤭☺️☺️
Hope y'all enjoyed (THIS IS SO DELAYED ONG—)
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phantomwithbreakfast · 5 months ago
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𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙳𝚒𝚎
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Prologue.
⟢ Danny Phantom Phan Fic • Genre: Angst / Tragedy / Psychological / Horror • Overall TW: Strong Language — Mental Health Struggles — Suicidal Ideation — Violence — Parental Neglect — Emotional Abuse — Graphic Content • M rate (+16!) due Graphic Emotional Intensity — CW: Character Death
Summary: “It’s the end of me. I didn’t want to feel and kiss your lips, I wanted to feel and see you suffer instead.”
AO3.
FFN.
Other Phan fics here.
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Under the ‘read more’ line you’ll find the full art piece at the bottom + more. TW/CW: Gore — Vivisection (But we’re used to it by now, aren’t we?).
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦.
It’s the end of me. I didn’t want to feel and kiss your lips, I wanted to feel and see you suffer instead. I saw him. Me. Him. My own reflection. You didn’t do this. I did. But that wasn’t true. We’re the same, aren’t we? Two halves of a broken whole. This wasn’t about them. It never was. This was about me all along.
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☻% x ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
I stood there. Frozen.
My eyes locked onto my white-gloved hands, stained in deep crimson. Blood seeped into the fabric, dripping in slow, deliberate drops that echoed louder than they should have. My eyes drifted down, following the deep red river that spilled across the floor.
She wasn’t moving.
Her body lay still, sprawled on her back. Her eyes—lifeless, glassy—staring unblinking at the ceiling, delving for something that wasn’t there.
My chest heaved, gasping for air that refused to to come, as my mind spiraled into a storm of chaos and despair.
What…
What the fxck just happened?
My whole body trembled, shaking under a burden. The effort of standing was too much—my knees gave out, hitting the ground with a hollow sound. I collapsed, crumpled like a broken doll.
Devastated.
I changed—transformed.
Human.
My body felt heavy, mortal, fragile. The tears fell unbidden, carving warm, fragile paths down the frost of my hollow cheeks. A guttural sob broke through, followed by another.
I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop breaking.
Whimpers tore out of me—feeling like little pieces of my soul being ripped apart. My breath broke in jagged gasps, each inhale a blade slicing deeper into the hollow ache of my chest.
With the last shreds of strength clinging to my shattered body, I dragged myself forward, smearing her blood beneath my hands and knees. The trail of crimson followed me, marking my every trembling inch. My arms shook, my knees scraped against the slick floor.
Her blood was everywhere—on me, around me. Just… everywhere.
I reached her side and stopped.
The world spun in a blur of red and black. Everything felt too quiet. Too empty.
In that silence, I crumbled. Her absence crashing until I was nothing—just broken sobs and trembling hands, drowning me into an endless ache of what I… of what I could never undo.
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“You really don’t want to do this. Trust me. Who’s going to protect this town after all, if you shoot me?” Danny said, forcing a grin that felt painfully fake.
“What use would I have for you if you’re… dead?” Her tone shifted slightly, dipping into something that sounded almost sinister. “No. If I killed you, I couldn’t examine you. I couldn’t study you the way I need to. You have to be conscious for that.”
Danny’s grin faltered and swallowed. His stomach twisted at her words, but before he could say anything else—before he could even move—there was a flash of light.
And then... there was nothing but darkness.
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⟢ All this time that I was working on this art piece, I had a pang feeling in my chest. Guilt. Empathy. Compassion. I even cried at some point. I blindfolded Danny for a while, and did the eyes as final.
⟢ The art piece itself is a mix up from my dissection—vivisection stories. Plus, other ones that are about to follow, like this preview of the prologue.
⟢ It’s possible I might still change the prologue up a bit.
⟢ I’m so, so, so fxcking sorry Danny. (╥﹏╥)
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♫ ▸ MOMMA’S BOY. :3
“You’re a ghost. You can’t feel pain or experience any emotions. But you? You’re so… Fascinating.”
“Why did I… deserve this? Why? What is it that makes me… interesting? That you have to… vi—vivisect me?”
⟢ Only the bad memories will last.
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