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tanglepelt · 8 days
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Danny never expected to see Tim drake aka Red Robin ever again. Especially not when he just escaped the Giw covered in wounds and a Y he’d never like to see again.
Tim never thought he’d see Danny again, according to Danny only one of him could ever exist. The same one they were both certain was from a different dimension. They had searched up the justice league and Bruce Wayne from Danny’s bedroom. A dimension Danny couldn’t leave without risk of the GIW causing a war in the realm.
He had only ever met Danny after one of his opponents managed to shove him through a natural portal. He of course managed to modify his weapons to work in the infinite realms. Mortal safe food not to easy to find. It was mere chance he had run into phantom. From there he ended up waiting in Danny’s supposed different dimension until frostbite was free to let them use the infinite map to get him back home.
He really needed to look into the GIW of that was the case. First he had to deal with getting Danny medical attention.
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trinoxtrinox · 1 year
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Aftermath of a consensual vivisection
Ectoberweek 2022, prompt: Shiver, "She traced her fingers along the forgotten metal table. Despite the revelations that had come to light, she’d do it all again."
Summary: It's been a few hours since Jazz stopped her parents from continuing their vivisection on Danny, who actually consented to be vivissected in the first place! She's now pacing down the lab while the rest of the family waits back upstairs, and she has to have another break down before chewing them out for doing something so reckless and painful.
Content Warnings: Jazz breaks down and there's some mentions and implications of gore with Danny's vivisection.
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Jazz was standing alone in the now pristine floors and walls of the basement lab in Fenton Works, looking around and walking between the furniture, expression lost in thought as her sight traversed through the different parts of the lab yet remained lost to the world. She traced her fingers along the forgotten metal table. Despite the revelations that had come to light, she’d do it all again.
Shivers run down her spine the moment her sight focuses enough on that cursed metal table, her family really was mad and crazy, but what happened the previous day was on another whole level that was even more worrisome than normal. Her brother being in that table was one of her worst nightmares that she thought left behind once everything fell in place and it all came to light in one of the best outcomes one could’ve expected. Yet reality found a way to bring her back to earth.
The worst part was that it was all consensual. Jazz exploded right there and then once she heard those words come out of Danny’s mouth the previous morning after her late arrival to Fenton Works. Removing his bindings from the table and sending a death glare to the parents was a given, sending the same glare towards her brother wasn’t one. Forcing her parents to put back every single organ that Danny was missing back inside him and patching him up was pretty easy considering how guilty Jack and Maddie looked once they saw all the emotions in her face.
So many emotions warred in her mind then and do now as well, when more than half a day has passed since the discovery on the body on the metal table, and she’s pretty surprised at how fast her parents where at cleaning up everything and organizing it to the most pristine status it could get, but then again, after the scare and mental scarring that the three of them gave to Jazz, she’s pretty sure they wanted to erase all evidence of that ever happening again. They were all waiting for her upstairs right now actually, and after she breaks down again for the day will she go up again to chew them up.
She breathed in, breathed out, breathed in, and tears began pouring down her eyes as her breath began accelerating slowly but surely, hands shaking and lips quivering as she sat herself on the same table Danny was being cut open less than 24 hours ago. Shivers ran down her whole body now as she closed her eyes and took a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her crying, pouring her soul into the muffled silence that she let out, hair getting into her face yet remaining uncaring of it, mind trapped within the flashbacks and the many details she managed to get from what’s by far the most traumatic event in her life.
Trying to repress everything into the confines of her mind wouldn’t do her any good, and even though that's a perfectly valid coping mechanism right now, Jazz can’t bring herself to allow that, not when she needs to confront every single member of her family about the worst thing that could've been asked to do by any other member of the family, and the fact that they went along with it. Jazz began taking deep breaths slowly in order to get herself out of the hole she was digging herself in, calming herself and steading her position, trying to suppress her shivers as she clasped with both hands the metal table she was sitting on.
Once she recovered her bearings, Jazz stood up and went to the bathroom that was present in the basement, she opened the water tab in the sink and splashed her own face, hoping with that to avoid showing her family that she broke down. Wiping herself clean and dry, Jazz finally recovered her gait, the shine in her eyes returning, and with firm steps that portrayed her facade of confidence, she walked up the stairs towards her family, ready to chew them all about why letting Danny be dissected even if he offered himself to do so is a bad idea and how there are many more non-invasive ways to study anatomy now.
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camels-pen · 1 year
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Mama's Girl
Ectoberhaunt day 17 - Hope & Despair
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Jazz so enjoyed watching her mom carefully dissect other people’s arguments.
Now… well.
warning: implied vivisection, blood
Ao3 Link | 3rd part of the a life cut short series
The empty jars clinked as her mom set them down. One by one, lined up in neat, evenly spaced columns.
Jazz’s mom was always organized when it came to her work. Whether it was storing lab equipment, balancing the family budget, or cleaning up the family bookshelf, her mom never missed a chance to put everything in the best place.
And while that was cool enough, her mom was especially great at picking the right words in the right order and leaving people speechless. Jazz’s favourite time to see it had been when her mom had TV interviews. 
When Jazz was little, it had given her so much excitement for the future. Her mom was so great with her words and Jazz… wasn’t. 
She'd say things in the wrong order, give really long winded answers that she didn’t know how to summarize, and sometimes her nerves would cause her to forget her words entirely. 
Her glimmer of hope in a world of mocking and avoidance was the fact that her mom’s blood was running through her veins.
It was a promise of what was to come and Jazz so enjoyed watching her mom carefully dissect other people’s arguments.
Now… well.
She choked as she felt a sharp, cutting pain in her side. Warm liquid stained her already ruined blouse and spilled over. The puddle on the floor grew larger.
Now, that blood was only running down the drain.
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bowenoke · 9 months
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not a real hc i have abt the watchers its just that the sentence "the watchers top surgeried grian" is so so funny to me.
I was gonna apologize for the accidental horror but I did remember that this is the story where they beat each other to death so like
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tourettesdog · 5 months
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DPxDC Prompt:
Dread gripped Jazz's chest as she raced down into the lab two steps at a time. She'd always dreaded that this day might come-- that her parents would make good on their threats.
The shouts from the lab promised as much.
There's a figure on the table in the corner. She's always hated that table, could always imagine-- a little too vividly-- a person strapped to it.
She need no longer imagine.
Jazz's head swims, her stomach rolling. She almost doesn't notice the too-wide shoulders and the hair, black-and-white rather than one or the other.
There's someone strapped to the examination table in her parents' lab.
It's not Danny.
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vladdyissues · 5 months
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What if Danny's parents captured 'Phantom' and did horrible science experiments on him (including dissection), but 'Phantom' eventually had escaped... and the next day Danny (in both of his forms) became stoic, emotionless and is pretending that night never even happened... How would Vlad react to both Danny's Parents experimenting on him?... Would Vlad lose his love for Maddie and HATE Jack even more? 💔
If he truly cares about Danny—and I believe with my entire heart that he does, evidence by his actions in the show as well as his own dialogue—then yes, I think he'd fall out of love with Maddie very quickly and become even more hostile toward Jack. A traumatized Danny is a vulnerable Danny, easily swayed, and I can see Vlad approaching him yet again and making Danny that offer one last time:
"I could train you, teach you everything you know. Think about the things I could show you, the doors I could open for you. You, Daniel, and I—together, we could rule. And all you have to do is renounce your idiot parents."
After what his parents did to him, I can see Danny accepting Vlad's offer, running away from home, and living out the rest of his mortal days as Vlad's adoptive son—and the rest of his immortal life as the Prince of the Ghost Zone while Vlad sat on the throne as the new Ghost King.
On the other hand, if Vlad doesn't care about Danny and is an entirely evil, one-dimensional villain, he'd probably fall even more in love with Maddie for being so ruthless as to vivisect her own son, inadvertently or not. His feelings for Jack would probably not change at first, still thinking him an idiot and a bungler, but he'd be impressed with Maddie's cold, monomaniacal pursuit of truth and shower her with new spectral surgical instruments and ghost weapons and pharmaceuticals and fund a new state-of-the-art lab, basically giving her all the fuel she needs to make Danny's life hell on earth.
And Danny would have no way to escape. If he runs away to the Ghost Zone, Vlad would find him, or hire Skulker to find him, and drag him back. If Danny runs away in the human world, Vlad Masters, the billionaire philanthropist, would kindly donate his time, money and resources to help the Fentons find their "poor troubled son" again. Perhaps with enough good deeds, Vlad might finally succeed in insinuating himself into Jack and Maddie's marriage, and at long last he would have the woman of his dreams.
By that point the Fentons would be well under his control, eager followers of his rhetoric (especially Jack), and Danny wouldn't stand a chance in either realm. There'd be no way out for him.
Well. Maybe one way. But there'd be no coming back from that.
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hyper-real-hedgehog · 5 months
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and Jazz is so done with it "hey Maddie lets destroy the ghost, no Jack lets dissect the ghost, i know lets catch the ghost and rip him apart molecule by molecule"
Reality Trip keeps giving the vivisection fic writers fuel
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hydrachea · 24 days
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Name a better duo than ships I'm not into and tags that make me go "HOWEVER,"
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poke-is-a-dork · 11 months
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moss-and-marimos · 8 months
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you could literally start talking abt the grossest shit in my tags and I'd start clapping honestly pls do ramble
people who dont want to see talk of the intimacy and eroticism of horror and gore dont click read more vbjdhfdfvj
ougugghghhghghg goes wild its the intimacy and inherent eroticism of gore, sorry if this is a bit incoherent im tired but maybe I will dump more in your ask box another time bvjhdfd, for me its a sort of like fucked up thing between trusting the person to put you back together afterwards and wanting to be understood in a way nobody can without literally taking you apart, I guess kinda similar in a way to like wanting people to know about your trauma in a self destructive way, thats what a lot of it is to me that makes it interesting is the art of self destructive clearly unhealthy codependency dynamic between consumer and consumee, test subject and scientist, im not gonna put my own year old poem here bc it needs some revisions vbjdfd but to summarize it talks about being loved through the restraints binding you, and being seen as what you truly are, some mass of meat, and them taking you apart and loving you anyway. they will see you laid bare, more vulnerable than you have ever been, and they will make the choice that you deserve to stay, or in the case of cannibalism that they want you to be their nourishment. That in trusting you to take them apart, you are trusting them to sustain you. its really fucked and interesting to me. The idea that consumption or vivisection or similar are some warped sort of love, the same sort of way that people will abuse others and say theyre doing it because they love you, is very interesting to me. obviously its bad but its the only comparison I can draw here and its an interesting thing to explore in fiction. its a type of love that is obsessive and destructive and painful and violent and thats why its so interesting. And again referring to that poem I wrote last year "and you wish you could be a better test subject. and with the blood on their hands and a smile on your face you thank them. after all your life is in their hands." and "theyve been inside you more times than you can count, and something about that is so appealing. to be taken apart. to be examined. to be understood. oh how invasive. you long for it" and the fucked up eroticism of instead of having like idk bite marks or hickeys or whatever shit on you you're covered in scars from their invasiveness and tests, showing just how much you belong to them and just how well they know to put you back together. After cutting away everything vulnerable, after getting to just the bones (and maybe even cutting away those too), after seeing the abomination you are, they put you back together anyway, again and again. In both a metaphorical sense of like exploring trauma and trusting the other person with that and in a fictional but more literal sense, it is quite literally exploring the other person, and its incredibly intimate, and requires so so much trust.
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faultlinesurfer · 1 year
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After 10 years, I can once again say that Joel was -objectively- right.
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modern-day-kleavor · 10 months
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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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lonepower · 7 months
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how DARE you narrator, ALL of my characters ARE left handed ):<
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magpiesbones · 1 year
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#Thinking about. comics from 2016 again. wic+div. paper girls. saga. descenders.#always meant to read Monstress at some point but I’ve almost forgotten it exists. remembered trying to find what descenders was called#mediocre comics my beloved….#Paper girls was really good!! Wicdiv was uhhhh. Philosophically horrifying. I never did finish a single volume of saga. Descenders… tried#Descenders was aggressively mediocre but like. VERY FUNNY that a plot point was ‘academic dishonesty causes robot apocalypse’#I’m pretty sure there was also an on-page vivisection and implied Robot Omniscience or at least Robot Satellite Brain Signals#Insane! wonder whats going on in comics outside of the ten webcomics I still follow. Last time I wondered this I found Class Action Lawsuit#Apocalyptigirl also: pretty good antiwar message. Dream sequence still haunts me#……I’ve read a lot of comics huh#ANYWAYS I also read some shit. To the YouTube hipster who ripped off James Dashner for his comic: your book was bad and you should feel bad#‘Oughhhh girl gets BULLIED! DEPRESSION! Eating disorder! Hot nerd boy! Daddy issues!!’ Just say she’s not like the other girls and move on.#Your book had a female main character and doesn’t pass the bechdel? You never figured out how to draw boobs??#Not as many crimes as the Sexist Fairies Comic but the single saving grace of THAT one was beetle wings.#but I digress!!#Descenders: I’d like it better now since I have a vested interest in watching billionaire idiot get his ass handed to him for intellectual#Property theft
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pa-pa-plasma · 2 years
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(for every "🌹" received, I'll post one random sentence of a random WIP I'm currently writing)
Somehow he knew that if he did talk, they would just have found that fascinating, and probably would have started with his throat instead.
#Flying Over the Pit of Death#FOtPoD#I had two sentences I automatically thought of from FOtPoD alone & struggled sooo hard with which one to use T^T#both angst of course xD#but then again there's not much of FOtPoD that isn't angst at this point#i flipped a coin. best 2 out of 3. the vivisection one won#yes FOtPoD has vivisection in it. it has everything in it at this point#it's minor tho#this did make me think about looking at my other fics again#havent looked at black dog in since november. havent done anything for homsh since. december? idk#i make fics. dont finish em. you know the dealio xD#FOtPoD is different tho. that one is getting done even if it kills me#maybe i should tag this as my fic specifically? i will post it to my sideblog tho when it's done/mostly done#depends on how long my patience holds out#putting those at the top#i really think i'm okay with keeping my fics to myself & then someone asks me about them & i explode#above sentence is subject to change since it happens like. waaay later. like. near the end#and only exists because i was like. what if comfort chapter with mostly implied hurt?#so that Danny finally lets himself fucking chillax & let other people handle shit?#this shit's gonna be like 50 chapters of Danny being the most angst emo binch ever#then 10 more chapters of the same shit but now Sam & Tucker are there to tell him to stop being dramatic about it all#why do i hear ''shapeshifting'' & automatically think ''ANGST ANGST ANGST'' what about turning into a bird is so sad to me#maybe this says something about me. idk what tho#Jazz if you're out there#oh......... Tobias.............................#death of who you were? a freedom you can't quite grasp because your feet are still on the ground so to speak?#i must say because im just now seeing the amount of tags up there... im sick it's 12:26am & my cat is sitting behind me. excuse my rambling
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lillybean730 · 1 year
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i want to talk abt my wol here but i think it would end up revealing too much of myself
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