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thevoidstaredback · 16 days

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Danny couldn't tell you what he expected, but it most definitely wasn't this.

Time and Space were weird in the Infinite Realms, both bending to the will of their masters and no one all at once. They didn't follow a line or a path. Time and Space did as they wanted. Fitting, considering who their masters are.

The first time Danny was ten years old, his Grandfather killed him. He remembers that, in an effort to save him, his mother submerged his body in the Lazarus Pits he and his brother had been warned about ever going near.

As it was explained to him, the Infinite Realms has a base level of sentience at the very least. She allows herself to peak into the worlds She cradles to keep an eye on them. She found Danny when his mother had lowered him into the water and She claimed him as Her own. She bent Time to Her will, making Danny a toddler again, before bending Space to drop him in the world that would most allow him to grow. She promised that She would come back for him when the time was right.

The first time Danny was fourteen, after the second time he had been ten, he died. The parents he had learned to accept as his own tried to open an unnatural gateway into the Infinite Realms. He was the one to turn it on. The electricity of the mortal world killed him, but the energy from the Infinite Realms revived him.

He remembers the whispers barely heard under his own screams. Whispers and imprints of "I'm sorry" and "I do not mean to hurt you" and "You will only grow stronger" and "Welcome back, my champion".

Danny can count on one hand the number of times he's felt safe between the first time he was six and the first time his was fourteen. He can tell you the names of exactly two places he has never felt the need to hide from.

The day Danny turned fifteen for the first time, he told his parents what happened to him. He knew, instinctually, that they would not understand, that they are researchers before they are parents. But he held onto the hope that had been trained out of him when he was first four years old. He had hoped that they would go against all odds and accept and help him.

He shut down the portal the very next day. He destroyed it and all of his parents' lives work. He would not stand by and let them hurt his people when he could not be there to interfere. He escaped back into the embrace of the Infinite Realms through Vlad's portal, giving him the Order to destroy it. The only way for the citizens of the Realms to enter the mortal worlds was to use natural portals, as unstable and unpredictable as they are. He would not risk them again.

He finds himself wandering listlessly, letting the Realms take him where She wants him to go. Sometimes She takes him to places that are completely empty, places where he can mourn what he lost without anyone finding him. Sometimes She takes him to his mentors and friends. Sometimes She takes him where he needs to be.

Danny finds the boy just as the natural portal closes behind him, the sickly green and black oozing like a festering wound.

The boy looks similar to Danny. His hair is spiked, his clothing dulled shades of a hero's costume under a black cloak, a mask covering his eyes, his body being more filled out to match his age. But Danny, on every level of understanding that he is and ever will be capable of, knows that this is his brother.

"Damian?" he whispers. The Realms push him forward. "Damian!"

Danny cradles the body of his brother, slowly sinking to the ground the Realms produce for him to land on. He carefully peels the mask from his face and lays it beside the katana on the ground.

As expected of anyone who finds their way into the Infinite Realms without proper protections, Damian has no pulse. He is not breathing. He is cold. The wound under his sternum is not bleeding.

Danny brushed his thumbs under Damian's eyes, his hands on his cheeks. "What did they do to you, ahki?"

Despite having no mortal ability to do so, Damian's eyes opened. He started ahead, blinking when his green eyes met Danny's. "Danyal?"

Tears fell from his eyes as he nodded. "Hi, Damian. You're here early."

Tears fell from Damian's eyes as well. He knew where he was. There was only one explanation. He couldn't feel himself breathing, nor could he hear his heart beat or his blood flow. There was no pain from where his mother had run him through.

"She killed me!" Damian cried into his brother's shoulder.

Danny held him tighter. "I'm so sorry," No one should ever have to go like that.

"Father couldn't save me."

"It's okay."

"Dick and Tim and Jason and Cass-!"

"Shh, ahki. You will see them again. I'll make sure of it."

The brothers held each other as they cried. The Realms wrapped Herself around the boys, comforting them as she could. Her champion and his brother, both children She had claimed and would protect.

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#danny's the realm's champion #i pulled this out of my ass #i need to sleep #but i had to get this out of my head #all of my knowledge is from fanfic and other fanon #dc x dp #dcxdp #damian wayne #danny phantom #part 2/2 #the infinite realms is sentient #i accidentally created a new world and it isn't going anywhere #at least i don't have plans to take it anywhere #do you like it?

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miradelletarot · 25 days

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B/c I'm still in the mood for it... Gale/Tav (or Gale/Caleb!), the laziest, quietest day at home, whatever home looks like for them.

Ohhh, I've been thinking of this a lot lately. I hope it's ok that I set this as Gale x Reader so it could be anyone! Tav, Caleb (bc I imagine him curling up like a cat in this tbh,) or literally anyone else who sees themselves in this moment.

The scene is this:

It's a cool day in Waterdeep, the doors to the terrace are open, welcoming in the sounds of the rolling waves against the shore, the sails unfurling from merchant ships heading out to sea, and the faint smell of ozone mixed with the salty air that sends the promise of a gentle rain.

Gale tosses a couple of logs on the fire, and fluffs up the blanket for you both to cuddle in on the couch.

You emerge with a hot beverage in hand for each of you, and he accepts his with a kiss. "Gods, this is divine," he muses as he takes a careful sip. "Thank you, my love."

He ushers you to the settee where you curl up immediately, appreciating not only the warmth of the fire, but that of the blanket Gale just fanned out over you. Once he joins you, you flit one side of the blanket across his lap, and snuggle yourself into him as he drapes an arm across your body, his free hand reaching for the book he's been reading to you every night.

The crackle of the nearby fire is the perfect accompaniment to Gale's warm tones as he recites every word. It's enough to lull you to sleep despite how eager you are to hear what he's reading. There's something magical about the way he speaks that makes you melt, makes you feel content, and at peace.

While he uses a mage hand to help hold the book and turn the pages, his other hand is spent tracing slow, idle patterns across your skin.

You finally relent as your lids become heavy and you stir, nuzzling yourself into Gale's body as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

And you smile as the soft pitter patter of rain adds yet another lovely sound to this sweetest of symphonies as sleep finally takes you in the safety of your lovers' arms.

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kata4a · 1 year

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I think a thing that trips me up about spec fic a lot of time is that I have low enough confidence in people in general's—and certainly my specifically—ability to reason about the world and consequences of hypothetical worlds, especially through the genre conventions of fiction and especially the genre conventions of science fiction, that it just doesn't seem like "using spec fix to explore the consequences of some idea" is a particularly fruitful activity

#discourse cw #art and media criticism #not a very coherent post maybe #but I had to get this out of my head

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meeeeeeese · 1 year

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Did you know Function Gyros gossip about their owners? It's true, so be careful about what you show them, unless you want every gyro on Tyria to know what you did

Post inspired by that one time me and @catmanderratmander played together, hence a terribly drawn rendition of Lu appearing in this doodle

Rough translation (because I immediately forgot what I wrote) of the bots under the cut if you're too lazy to translate it yourself

Lu's gyro: Did you know Lucasta spend 3 hours staring at a picture of Kudo!

Rugan's gyro: No way!

Rugan's gyro: She is soo in love

Lu's gyro: I know right, fleshlings are so thick sometimes

#moose shitposts #this stretches the limits of my artistic capabilities if you're wondering why I don't post art #sorry for defiling Lu with my shitty ms paint drawing catmanderratmander #but I had to get this out of my head #personally I think the shittyness adds to the charm

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teenagemutantmidlifecrisis · 2 years

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This idea has been bumping around in my brain for a while

It’s the middle of the night. The 2012 turtles have been freshly transported to the Rise universe. They’re lost, Donnie’s arm feels like it’s broken and they’re oh so painfully confused. Currently, they’re pinned down by the BBEG of the week, a foe they don’t have no clue how to fight but seems to have a serious grudge against them. Everything seems to be lost, until:

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The high pitched whine of a jet engine stops the villain in their tracks.

The almost animalistic growl of a V8 seems to shake the very ground.

Purple running lights along the undercarriage and engine block of what looks like a vehicle of some sort flash. Later, they’d realize that one detail answered all of their questions, had they’d been able to think past their confusion.

The chunk of heavy duty headlights illuminates the shape of a… giant turtle? As their confusion - and the roar of the tank - reaches a peak, a blue portal slices the air next to Mikey. Out of it, a green, three fingered hand grabs the youngest turtle by the shell and they both vanish into the portal. Raph manages to grab his wrist and is yanked through with him; Donnie and Leo manage to grab each other and the four tumble into the blinding light. The four land at the feet of a red eared slider in a blue mask, one katana drawn and resting on his shoulder and the other holstered on his back, looking rather proud of himself. The slider laughed loudly, smirking.

Ha! I knew it would work! I’m Leo! Come on, get in the tank. We gotta get out of here.

I don’t have anything past this, but I do like the idea of the 2012 gang getting thrown into the chaos of a Rise mission. The Batmobile scene from Robert Pattinson’s The Batman lives rent free in my head and I feel like Rise Donnie would 100% do that to fuck with and scare a villain.

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conquerthenight · 9 months

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Not me making myself sad by coming up with an AU (which would be an AU of this AU) where Lydia witnessed the murder of Rebecca.

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luas-art-log · 1 year

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i had to look up what a “curtsy” is for this

#kinda embarrased #but i had to get this out of my head

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parachutingkitten · 2 years

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Thoughts on the love square because I need to figure out why the flip isn't working for me:

So... we flipped. Which is cool and fun and all, but also I think that it happened in a way that misses the point, or at the very least some interesting potential.

The premise of this show is so good- and it has a clear resolution state. Each character thinks their in love with this idealized perfect version of their classmate, all while unknowingly rejecting that person's other identity. In order for these characters to get together, they first need to learn to love their other halves. And seemingly, that's what the square flip has done, but... idk. It's not playing for me. And maybe I know why? Idk.

My first assumption was that Chat and Mari were the more sincere versions of both these characters, where they have all their flaws and impulses on display, and so flipping the square would essentially prove that they'd fallen in love with all of each other. And while that might have been true at the beginning of the show, the relationships between these characters have deepened and complicated a lot, there’s not such a harsh split between the two personalities, and that statement just doesn't hold true anymore. So, no, it's not marrichat that'll solve the love square. As we've seen, it didn't really work out well, and I for one was very surprised at the dynamic it took on.

Idk, for me elation wasn't marichat, it was just a quick role reversal episode. It missed the whole appeal of marichat, at least for me. And I guess that's because the relationship I've always imagined marichat as, is like... healthy? Accidental? Real? The whole appeal was that they didn't have a crush on each other, so them falling in love that way was like, ironic. It requires that Mari and chat have a relationship that is established first and then developed into a romantic thing, not that they happen to have a crush on each other at the same time. And with that not being what we ended up with, it has recontextualized the problem for me.

The problem isn't that these different identities are getting in the way of their love like i previously assumed, it's that they don't actually love each other. Marinette likes Adrien in a celebrity high school crush capacity. Chat likes Ladybug in a hot girl at work capacity. These are not a solid basis for actual long term relationships. That's why marichat is appealing, because it's the only relationship between the two that's a blank slate, untouched by these obsessive crushes. But that's kinda a bust now. So... I'm not sure which side of the square I'm on. And the stragest part about this move is that it doesn't even really change much.

Marrinette is not only stupidly love struck around Chat now, but still clumsy around Adrien, and Adrien is a stupid soft boi around Mari still, he just blushes more. This isn't change or progression in their dynamic, it's just a shift of setting. The way these two develop crushes so quickly on new people is not healthy or nuanced. There's this deep sense of obsession that comes with them, and it's just not good. Not to mention it doesn't really makes sense. Adrien getting his mind out of 'she's just a friend' mode should take a little while. Marrinette's crush on chat should've been swamped with hesitancy for a long while before she comes to terms with it. These hyperfixating crushes are cute and all, but they're keeping our characters stuck at this surface level that prevents any real progression from happening.

It baffles me that Marinette rejecting her crush on Adrien doesn’t finally get us past her nervous train wreck energy when she's around him. Like maybe Adrien liking her would actually make sense if she was finally free of her crush, and so starting acting more natural and confident around him. Maybe it's now Adrien who is a scatter brained mess around her! That would actually be a fun dynamic reversal! It would be change! Progression! Reaction! How about have Adrien react to Mari having a crush on him for years? How about have ladybug react to chat finally having let go of his? How about have these characters feel like they actually know each other- because they do!

And hey, maybe that's the point the writers are going to make. These characters can't get together if they don't know each other's identities, because any way you slice it, they'd be dating half a person. Fine. But that doesn't mean them learning to like the different sides of this person separately shouldn't be framed as progress of some kind or another. The love should become more real the more sides of this person they learn to love, even in descreat parts, right?

This set up, by design, is a friends to lovers story. They think they're just friends, but it turns out they love each other. So why wouldn't you make it so that when they do fall in love, it progresses from friends to lovers- not that they happen to align their crushes with each other at the right moment, or maybe that their identities get revealed to each other, forcing them into it. Cuz really, those are the only options left at this point. Every set of romantic attractions has been explored, so we can't have their love evolve out of something that isn't an obsessive crush.

I just... I guess I was waiting for the relationship between these two to get more intimate in a platonic sense in order to allow for the actual romance to blossom. And I guess I'm still waiting...

#miraculous #mlb #miraculous ladybug #season 5 spoilers #elation spoilers #love square #parachuterants #I'm sure other people have said similar #but i had to get this out of my head #marichat

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petitprincekiryu · 2 years

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Switching clothes with bestie @wanderisen

#( my art. )#wanderisen #( They know what appeals to me #you're awfully #generous hehe )#( but NO #for real my Josh wishes he can #kidnap your clothing #he always wanted a lace dress :"(((#also lowkey #got hired for a FULL job today #but i had to get this out of my head #before starting monday djkglskjdlks )#( self. )┊✝ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 -- ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ;;#genshin

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sleepingintheflowers · 2 months

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I was listening to Blink 182's self-titled album in the shower this morning and thinking about the creative fallout between Mark and Tom that occurred after this album came out. I also thought about how the band broke up after it, only to come back together later, only for Tom to leave again and be replaced with Matt Skiba for a number of years, and now following Mark's bought with cancer and Travis's plane accident, the band is reunited again.

Through all of this it occurred me that Mark and Tom's relationship is actually very, very similar to that of Ian Grimm and Poppy Li.

Tom is Ian. He's very creative. He's a little out there. He wants to be experimental.

Mark is Poppy. He has a clear vision and just wants it to work, man. Why do you need to noodle on this? Let's just get the song DONE. I don't want to make Tom's weird music! I want to make MY music. Etc, etc.

And in both cases, even though they can drive each other crazy they do love each other and are both at their best when they're together even if it gets frustrating to deal with an opposite personality sometimes.

Honestly go listen to "One More Time" by Blink 182 and go ahead and disconnect their real lives from the examples given and treat them just as that - examples, and I do think it sums up Ian and Poppy's dynamic very, very well.

#mythic quest #mythic quest meta #blink 182 #Ian grimm #poppy li #I fear I might be the only person in the intersection of this Venn diagram #but I had to get this out of my head

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thevoidstaredback · 16 days

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Damian lost. Damian has never lost before. He never loses! Losing means you're weak, and Damian is not weak. He grew up fast and strong and is only ever getting stronger!

But he couldn't kill her.

Damian had been raised to think that love of any kind was a weakness. Grandfather did not love mother because he is not weak. Mother loved father and that made her weak. Damian could not love Danyal because that would make him weak. Grandfather expected great things from him. He could not afford to be weak.

Before they were set to leave Nanda Parbat to live and train with their father, Damian and Danyal had one final lesson with Grandfather. A fight, two versus one, on the edge of the Lazarus Pits.

Danyal did not survive. He did not resurface from the depths of the green water.

Grandfather called him weak. Mother said nothing. Damian was given no time to mourn before he was handed to his father with strict orders not to tell him about Danyal.

For all Grandfather and mother had done to him, Damian could not bring himself to kill either of them. His father had taught him to love, that it was a strength.

Damian loved his mother. He realized this as he stared into her eyes, his katana at her throat, his boot pinning her down. He could not kill her.

"You are foolish, habibi." she scolded, kneeing his back and sending him rolling forwards off of her and to the edge of the Pits. "You have discarded all I taught you."

"I have only added to those lessons," he faced her, "I remember everything you have taught me."

"You lie like your father. Obviously and bluntly."

"I have never lied to you."

"Then you have forgone my lessons!"

"Because you abandoned me!"

"I sent you away to learn. I came back for you. You abandoned me."

"A mother's role to teach her child just as the father's role is to protect." Damian leveled his weapon at her again. "You left me in the care of everyone but yourself, Talia Al Ghoul. You were only ever our mother in title, not name."

Talia lunged forward, meeting Damian's sword with her own. "You know not of what you speak, foolish child!"

"I know plenty!" He pushed back, forcing her back several feet. He followed if only to get away from the edge of the Pits. "No thanks to you."

"I gave you everything, Damian."

"No. You took everything from me. You held it all as a reward out of my reach."

"You wouldn't be where you are today if it wasn't for me and your Grandfather." she stated as though it were an undeniable truth, "Whether you acknowledge it or not, we raised you."

"I raised myself."

"We taught you everything you know."

"I taught myself!"

"We made you perfect!"

"You killed half of me!"

The silence overwhelmed the fighting in the tunnels, the shouting and running and bubbling of the Pits were all drowned out. Talia's sword lowered shakily. Damian's remained raised and steady.

"You allowed Grandfather to take Danyal from me. You forced me to forget him. You killed half of me."

"Habibi-"

"No!" He was shaking now. "He was my better half, just as I was his. And you took him from me."

"Damian-"

"You took my brother from me!" He charged madly at her, rage and grief overtaking him. "I will never forgive you for that!"

Talia matched him blow for blow. "Love is weakness, habibi. That is why he died. Danyal loved you and he paid his price for it."

With a scream, Damian doubled his efforts. His blows grew weak with rage as his mother pushed him back.

Damian knew he could not kill her. Some part of him still yearned for her approval. Some part of him still loved her.

Talia's sword impaled itself into the area below his sternum, piercing the armor and skin and muscle, stabbing through to the other side, the hilt stopping it from moving ant further.

Suddenly, the silence flooded over the cavern again. A shrill ringing filled Damian's ears as his grip weakened. His katana fell from his grasp, clattering to the floor so loudly, but so, so quietly. Blood spilled from Damian's mouth with a cough.

Talia drew her sword back, throwing it behind herself as she caught her son. Love is a weakness, but that had not stopped her before. Why hadn't it stopped her now?

"Damian? Habibi?" She cradled his body on her lap, her hand turning his face to her. "My darling?"

Damian's eyes were vacant, staring into a distance unseen. He heard nothing, felt nothing. He knows what was coming next. Sleep. Release. Soon, he'd be in his brother's arms again, just like when they were children. They'd have so long to catch up with each other.

Damian closed his eyes with a soft sigh.

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#damian doesn't survive #i pulled this out of my ass #i need to sleep #but i had to get this out of my head #all of my knowledge is from fanfics and other fanon #dp x dc #dcxdp #damian wayne #talia al ghul #part 1/2 #only because theres a lot that needs to happen but this is a good place to end #this won't be a huge thing though #sorry not sorry

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snarkspawn · 5 months

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