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another-clive-blog · 6 months

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I talked about the sad story’s before. I love your art for it!! If i can talk more about my vision, he die’s immediately because in mine he was shot in the head, but being shot in the heart works too because he still dies. For the sad part maybe you can do the aftermath. Its very sudden for him to die so they’re probably in shock, but besides that I thought about it alot and maybe bill hired some one to shoot clive, because the gun definitely didn’t just fire itself. Luke might be kept from seing clive dead, and Flora too. Billl claims no responsibility of course and its very hard for them to prove it for the time being, but unfortunately Clive is dead…

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Alright I want to start by a fair warning : this got very personal. I've re-written it 6 times now to try and make it less of a personal thing, and I think I've successfully done it but also I kind of have a tunnel vision.

So yeah- trigger warning !! I personally consider this the most brutal fic I've done, also because I've introduced that unbearable thing I personally call "trauma latching". Other than that, TW are : gunshot, gun injury, head injury, mention of death, character death.

It takes place right after the final Layton and Clive flashback, when Clive is explaining himself and thanking the professor for saving him.

No one was expecting it. Why would they ? Future London was gone, the fortress was gone, all of this nightmare was over : at least that was what Layton thought.

And then he heard the gunshot.

It was sudden and loud and close, so close that he knew the sense of danger overtaking him wasn't unfounded : someone was actually trying to finish the job, as Luke would say, someone malevolent.

Layton was ashamed to admit it, but upon hearing that gunshot, his first reaction was to move towards Clive to stop him from shooting again.

His second reaction was to look up and go perfectly still.

Clive had not moved a finger : he was still standing right in front of the professor, staring at him. His hands were still empty, no firearms in sight. The only real difference was the bullet hole in his head.

Clive didn't say anything. He stumbled forward after a second, trying to get to the professor maybe, if this was even intentional, which it probably wasn't- and then he was falling. Layton didn't even think, didn't have time to think, before he caught Clive in his arms : the weight of the young man made him lose his balance and they both fell to their knees on the dirty ground.

"Professor !!" Luke shrieked.

Oh no.

"Keep the children away !!" Layton urged the inspector : he himself pressed Clive's forehead against his chest, trying to keep anyone else from witnessing what he knew had happened.

From the outside, he probably looked like he was trying to keep Clive safe, to protect him like the adult he was : he hoped the children would fall for it. He hoped none of them could truly understand why he was seemingly comforting Clive.

He hoped no one else knew Clive was gone already.

"I think the professor got hurt !! You have to- let me go !!" From the corner of his eyes, Layton could see Inspector Chelmey and Barton leading the children away. Flora looked a bit pale as she walked away, whereas Luke was fighting back with all his might, screaming and kicking.

It reminded him of another child.

Clive was still in his arms. Hershel remembered when he had hold him the same way, all these years ago : he remembered the erratic and desperate child fighting so desperately to go back into the fire. Looking back, he should have known it was him.

He had never forgotten him- he had even tried to look for him, but it had been too late. The child had already vanished out of thin air, gone from everywhere except for his memory.

His friends had gently made fun of him, calling it 'paternal instinct'. "I don't know why you haven't adopted him," Brenda would always say. "He needed parents, and you..." She would never finish her sentence, but she never needed to.

There was more than one way to build a family.

Claire watched helplessly, her heart aching : from where she was standing, it almost looked like Layton's head was buried in Clive's hair, like a parent kissing their child good night.

The inspector was gone, the kids were gone, Clive was gone : but she remained, and so did Bill Hawks. His nonchalance as he stared at the scene lit up fire in her heart, a desire to fight back that she hadn't even known could be there. "I know it was you-" she told Hawks as she stood tall in front of him, catching his attention. "Don't even try to deny it."

The policemen surrounding Bill immediately moved to neutralize this new threat, but a simple hand movement from the prime minister stopped them : they reluctantly took a step back, watching the scene in silence instead.

"This is absurd," Bill said, and he sounded as disgusted and angry as Claire. Her accusations were a blow to his ego that he simply couldn't live with. "I could very well have been the target. Who knows if I'm not in danger !"

"A shot to the head can hardly be called missing the target." She didn't even like Clive. She never had. But this-

Layton knew this wasn't actually about Clive. He didn't know the young man he actually was, wasn't given enough time to get to know him once the trick was up. He only knew the murderer who had caused so much pain to his beloved city, the awful man who had ruined far too many lives tonight.

He also knew he wasn't actually mourning Clive. He was mourning the memory of a little ray of light in the darkest day of his life, the memory that despite losing Claire, Layton had managed to save a life. The memory that there had still been some good that day. A child had been saved, his life was destroyed but still he was alive, he would keep on living. After the incident, Hershel would often find himself thinking about this child, wondering what kind of amazing new things he had gotten to experience for the first time after that awful day : he would wonder if that child was happy.

Now that child was dead.

Bill Hawks was roaring, sounding offended as always. "This man has just kidnapped me !"

Claire would not back down. "And now he's dead !"

"Are you implying that this is a bad thing ?" Bill's voice had gotten dangerously low, a threat barely disguised. "It is true that you were oddly adamant on going back for him," his mouth told her, whereas his eyes said 'Are you sure you want to side with him ?'

Claire's hands shook, her whole body vibrating with a sheer rage she was dreaming to let out on this man. She was dead either way, wasn't she ? And Clive was too, despite her efforts to save him. A waste of efforts, time, hope- everything. This man had taken everything away. He-

"Celeste !"

Hershel's voice snapped her out of it, and suddenly Claire realized how close she had gotten to Bill, how nervous his men were, how their hands were resting on their weapons-

She staggered back, hesitantly unclenching her fists. She was suffocating suddenly- she needed to take a deep breath. The air was cold, it tasted like ash. London was still burning and the wind was carrying more proof of that. It was all going wrong. She was losing control, losing it- losing.

Bill Hawks gave her a look of contempt. "Before accusing me of murder, young lady, you might want to ask yourself this : who wouldn't want that man dead ?"

Claire fell silent, ash and smoke in her lungs. It burned, like a time machine explosion; it burned because she knew he was right.

No one would mourn Clive- most people would celebrate his death actually. It made sense they would, after all the damage he'd done and the lives he'd ruined : the people of London had no reason to care about him. She didn't even care about him. She simply felt... guilty. For causing it all in the first place. She had tried to save him because she wanted to right her wrongs, not his.

No one had actually cared about Clive as a person, she realized, and now no one ever would.

Bill Hawks turned away : his personal guards escorted him into the night, back to his Prime Minister office. He had no time to go back home, after all, he had more work to do.

#Trauma latching is the worse #It sucks for everyone involved and the spectators too #Anyway thank you for the ask <3 #I'm sorry if this isn't what you were expecting #I cut off pieces and bits so if you want that back you can just ring ahah #clive dove #hershel layton #claire foley #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #My writing #Ask #TW : Gunshots #TW : mention of death #TW : character death

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fredoesque · 7 months

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4, 5, 21!

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

it depends on how you count them haha. rn i have abt 2k of a supernatural gbu fic stuck in development hell, and two other wips (gbu and the terror) that consist of a document with about 5 sentences in it each. but there's also 2 or 3 scattered ideas that aren't being written but they are being considered. in pre-production. being tenderized if you will

on top of that i've been writing some drabbles to get back into the habit, but i don't know if i'll be sharing those at all, bc i'm not sure how?? i'd wanna go about doing that

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

well never is a big word bc i do love to try and make an completely out-there concept work, but i had an idea for a mean streets lighthouse au that will likely never see the light of day bc i LOST. MY NOTES. like an idiot.

the basic premise was that charlie was a lighthouse keeper and johnny was a ghost haunting the lighthouse. and basically charlie taking this lonely, awful job was still a penance thing and johnny (maybe??? i'm not as sure abt this bit) was still feared and ostracized in a way but also a bona fide menace. and they'd figure out how to build a home together <3 maybe <3

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

sort of?? i was fighting for my life with the ending of this place lets you down (easy). somehow i couldn't get the tone and characterization right, especially while trying to balance them with letting johnny and charlie have some sort of happy ending. i ended up scrapping everything i had and rewriting it entirely, but the actual content of the scene is still essentially the same so?? ship of theseus deleted scene ig

here's the original version if you're curious:

It’s during the feast of San fucking Genarro that Charlie shows up on Johnny’s doorstep. It’s the middle of the night, but there are still people in the street. Music and light and the smell of zeppole waft over. It’s like a slap to the face, seeing Charlie up close again—but, y’know, a slap in the face after you just called a girl fat—really, kind of inevitable. “Hey,” says Charlie, softly. “Would you still like to go see those zombies?” “Yes,” says Johnny before his brain catches up. “Guess so,” he adds after a beat. “Only if you want to watch with me.” “Yeah, sure,” says Charlie and he’s grinning in a nervous sort of way. “If you agree to make out with me in the back.” Johnny feels an answering giggle build at the base of his spine, but he keeps a straight face. “Well, I don’t know. Seems kinda like a bad idea.” “Maybe,” says Charlie, just barely rocking back and forth on his heels. “Probably.” “Alright,” says Johnny. His hearts beating like it wants out. Charlie’s face lights up with a full smile now, the big and ugly one. Johnny’s done far stupider things for far stupider reasons. “Just one problem.” Charlie’s shoulders just about shoot off into orbit. “What’s that?” he says. Johnny leans forward, just a bit. “I don’t think they’re playing that movie anymore,” he whispers. Charlie relaxes again. “No, I don’t think they are.” He grabs Johnny’s hand from across the threshold. He starts them off walking, into the crowd. “I figured there’d be another one we could catch.”

#hope this is not too much detail haha. one thing abt me is i love to talk abt writing #anyway thank you for the ask <3

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desertduality · 3 months

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favorite thing you’ve read recently? or, favorite thing you’ve watched recently! ^_^

Not like a new movie but I rewatched Monsters Inc recently!! That was a good time I love that movie :)

Also I’ve been reading the lord of the rings for the first time and that’s been fun. I don’t actually have the book so I’ve been listening to it in audiobook form, which is cool but presents a challenge when I start thinking of something else and zone out and have to go back aksjjsjd

#OW I just burned my tongue on a mozzarella stick #ough #anyway thank you for the ask <3 #asks

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c-hrona · 6 months

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hey!! may i suggest number 19 for vashwood for the things you said prompt?

Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were.

Ask game (request closed u.u)

#trigun #trigun maximum #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #interrupting normal broadcasting of the blorbos kissing to post this #it was sitting in my folder and I just wanted to free it into the wild #(i did not forgot about these asks I'm just working on them slowly because... let's just say i'm an idiot and leave it as it is)#BTW wanted to do something sappy as hell so this is the morning after their wedding :3c #also gonna tag this as #Wolfwood Lives AU #because i have WAY more of this AU and I want to talk about it more #anyway hope you like it kind anon!#and thank you for the ask! :3 #chronart

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months

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i wanna know more about svsss menopause

They synced their periods together too well. Now they are synced through their perimenopause years.

#Poorly drawn svsss #svsss #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #shang qinghua #mobei jun #ask #I truly think that the peak of the SVSSS (peri)menopause era is just them commiserating over the experience of it.#Not pictured here is Liu Qingge barely suppressing his hormonal rage. He would have it *bad*.#I think Liu Mingyan is the only person who does not have a bad time with menopause because she takes estrogen supplements.#Which sounds like a trans headcanon but I think regardless of cis/trans status she's researched this and is prepared.#I have developed a sense for what menopause is purely by exposure to the various complaints I have overheard/been told.#These are all very specific and yet very common stories.#I do not know what the overlap is for SVSSS fans and people (not just women) going through menopause. I hope this is funny to SOMEONE.#It's an untapped market of potential! Too many young'uns in these woods.#Synced periods this. Ovulating that. Where's the menopausal homicidal rage?#Come on! Ripping off your clothing in a sudden burst of heat is *SO* SVSSS core!!! Make perimenopause sexy!!!#Anyways. Please put your menopause headcanons in the comments/tags <3 I'd love to hear them.#Thank you joblessmonday for following up with an ask and giving me an excuse to release this train of thought.

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basketobread · 6 months

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How does Lunara feel about... Lolth

not good lol

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carmyboobear · 3 months

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the jaw all white outfit from the sags… so many weddingday!carmy thots…

UGH he looked so good in the all white!! Those pics of him got me thinkin about taking the clothes off of him…although he's putting the clothes on in those imgs… let's just pretend…

Tags: suggestive, wedding night, telling carmy he’s pretty, undressing him

“You looked so handsome today,” you tell him when you're alone. It's the two of you in your bedroom after the wedding, still dressed in your formal attire. His suit remained fairly pristine throughout everything, especially given how you couldn't get your hands off him. To be fair, he wasn't much better in that regard.

“You were more beautiful,” he replies quietly. He pulls you in, hands gentle on your waist. “I still can't believe it.”

“What, that we're married?” You run your hands down the white lapels of his suit.

“Well, that’s one way to put it. I just…still can't believe that I got to marry you.” He's smiling again, like he's been doing all day. “Didn't feel real until I saw you walking down the aisle.”

“Didn't feel real through all the planning?” You tease, and he sighs. The planning was a huge source of stress, even through all the joy that came with it. “I know what you mean, though. Seeing you in this suit, I just…”

“Liked seeing me dressed up, huh?”

“Yes,” you whisper, carefully unbuttoning his jacket. “Couldn't stop thinking about taking it off of you.”

You kiss him on the lips, slow and sweet. He tastes faintly of the wine you both had earlier at dinner. You kiss his cheek, his jaw, and he tilts his head back when you trail your lips down his neck. Your hands gently take his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.

“You’re so pretty, Carmy,” you continue softly, your fingers unbuttoning his shirt now. He chuckles, likely in equal parts affection and bashfulness. “So, so pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?” His cheeks are flushed by your praise. You’ve undone the last button, creating a sliver of bare skin down the front of him. You slide your hands under his shirt to gingerly take it off of him.

“Oh my god, yeah. You’re gorgeous. I swear I’ve told you this before, baby.” You’ve slipped his shirt off, and now he stands before you bare chested. You openly rake your eyes over his figure, running your hands over his warm skin. You start at his happy trail, go up his toned stomach, and smooth your thumb over the faded triangle tattoo on his chest.

“You have, I just…” Your thumb runs over his nipple, stiffening it, and he inhales sharply. “I, um, have never been called pretty before…I think.”

“What?” You gasp, aghast. How could you have missed this? Have you really never called him pretty before? “Well, clearly I need to tell you more often. Because you are. You’re my pretty boy, and I get to have you all for myself.”

“Mm, I’m all yours, beautiful,” he murmurs back, pulling you into a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you so much. So, so much.”

“I love you too, Carm,” you say, your chest full of affection. “I’m so happy you’re mine.”

“And I’m so happy that you’re mine.” He surprises you then, sweeping you off your feet and throwing you onto the bed. He’s peppering your face in kisses, and you can’t help your giddy laughter. “Let me show you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“I like the sound of that,” you reply, somewhat breathless. Carmy just smiles, and he starts taking off your clothes. He’s not gonna take it easy on you tonight.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy x reader #carmy x you #my asks #I’ve never written wedding stuff before but like… I’m realizing WHY haven��t I?? it’s so good #anyway it’s my birthday today so writing this was like a little treat <3 thanks for the ask!!! hope u enjoy!!’#my blurbs

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taogura · 6 months

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as many others i also cannot help but be weak towards the thought of neuvillette developing more “beast-like” (dragon-like) traits with the return of his primordial powers. he’s still the firm, gentle, righteous iudex his country has known him for these past 400 years, but people close to him notice some subtle changes — it has gotten easier to notice an irked expression, or how his fingers curl around his cane a bit tighter during a particularly hard trial, or the fact that sometimes when it rains, it pours.

he seems to be especially invested with matters concerning furina. it started right during his meeting with focalors, when she sacrificed herself right in front of his helpless eyes. and what remains, what has always been by his side— furina, is human. mortal. fragile in a way he never expected her to be. so it doesn’t come as a surprise when he gets spotted quite a few times near her apartment, or in her company, drinking some tea (water for him) and eating expensive cakes he knows she adores. and if his hand starts itching when it’s close enough for her to touch it, or if his heart squeezes inside of his chest when he can finally hear her laugh again, or if he learns how anger tastes in his mouth when he hears ignorant citizens bash the former hydro archon… then it should just be a normal display of his renewed powers, shouldn’t it?

#sorry for still being insane over them #it’s been almost two weeks and i have not calmed down thanks for asking #THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SHITPOST ABOUT ME FINDING YANDERE NEUVI SOOOOO……#you know.#anyways: SLIGHTLY yandere neuvi<3 #just a little bit. a sprinkle of insanity if you will #sorry for loving soppy wet pathetic men in love. sometimes they need to be a little bit insane as well #genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvifuri #focallette #focalors #furina #genshin spoilers #? hardly now

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rakiah · 1 month

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so i read that lions will follow females they're interested in and this gave me an idea for a funny scenario:

leona peacefully taking his nap, waking up the instant he hears vil's voice, and instinctively trying to get up before actively stoping himself while cursing his cat instincts

probably the moment he goes "fuck i'm in love with him aren't i?"

Give me more time and I’ll do a short comic about that cause this prompt is gold ✨

#twisted wonderland #answer #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #leovil #but have a doodle #for waiting patiently :’3 #thanks to all of you for putting those kind of prompts in my box #they always make me smile widely #I’m just sad I don’t have enough time to answer to each of you ; ;#but know that each ask is loved and dear to my heart <3 #anyway #never get enough of Leona acting like a big cat

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hailsatanacab · 4 months

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I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache.

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were.

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too?

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence.

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How?

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman.

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year.

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating.

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..."

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he...

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please."

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now. "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb.

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc fanfic #wip game #thanks for the ask <3 and thanks for helping me remember this fic lol #also huge thanks for having the prompt linked because i have S O M A N Y prompt wips that i can't ever post because i've lost the post #didn't really know how to get danny to calm down #that's a lie #i have a few ideas of where this can go but no motivation for it - not against all the other wips #i'll keep at it and ig post to ao3 should it actually start looking alright #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#dudes did u kno u can pin shit to your clipboard on desktop because i fucking love that #also if you use the windows key + . there's like emojis and shit #(((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ)))#<- and kaomoji too!!!!!#anyway that's been fun facts and fanfic with me. ur welcome #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #at some point 'oh shit my writing tag' will just become my writing tag #anyway thank you again for the ask #good night everyone!!!!!

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Wait so how do you know for sure the sprite is Ralsei? No hate, I do believe you haha, but I too am a lore scientist and I wanna know your evidence. Does it show up in-game? I could definitely believe that I saw it in-game and forgot about it :P

YES. Finding legitimate sprites directly from Toby Fox games can be surprisingly difficult. There are so many fan-made character sprites, that it can be hard to differentiate from the real ones!

Guess how many are NOT fan-made? .....only one 🗿

...(please don't question why google is in italian)

Official Websites like Spriters Resource (Ralsei's Offical Sprite Sheet) are very helpful in this regard :)

They may even include unused file graphics. Like this unused face of Ralsei.

Sprite legitimacy is a big rabbit hole that I personally don't have enough knowlege on :( ((BUT OH MY GOSH The internet is notorious for reposting fan-spriteworks without sourcing. It can be really hard to find the original artist.))

It's also HILARIOUS how many people have redone Ralsei's sprite. It is quite obvious from my Ralsei poll and through his mass of fan-redesigns, that many people in the Deltarune community REALLY LOVE his Chapter 1 sprite more.

Ralsei sprite fan-art is amazing and I personally want to mod it into my game bc it looks so good. Below I have some really cool fan-sprites I found and the artists who made them!

Left (Ralsei Ch 2 redesign- metr0nix727), Middle (Ralsei based off Ch 1- larituca), Left (Full Ralsei Chapter 2 Sprite sheet with Hat- artist unknown**)

**this sprite sheet was submitted through Sprites Resource but I traced it back to TaxeisNotOkay, who I presume to be the original artist. I could not find any other information regarding the full sprite sheet, so feel free to correct or inform me if you find anything!

Looking back at Ralsei's Chapter 2 head sprites..... they just don't look as good as they could in my opinion. I dont like them :(...uhhh NO HATE OF COURSE!!..ahklasdkflansdf I'll go jump in this hole now.

#I want to reiterate I do not hate people who like Ralsei's Chapter 2 design. But I myself have MANY criticisms for it-#I have a lot of other criticisms for Deltarune in general!! And thats okay!!! No game is perfect. <3 #But Being able to voice my criticism definitely makes me feel less alone.... I want to feel comfortable expressing my thoughts and feelings #.....Idk I think its important.... QwQ...ahh sorry...anyways....#You got me rambling again uwu #This was a super interesting deep dive into sprite work! SO thank you to whoever asked!! <3 #deltarune #deltarune fanart #sometimes its almost like the community itself makes better content and i get....conflicted... idk man..... :(#deltarune sprite #fanart #ralsei #ralsei deltarune #deltarune ralsei #ralsei sprite #bread #bread rambles

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rowrowronnie · 9 months

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anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..

#fanart #art #doodle #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #comic #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #its so funny because it didnt even cross my mind until i was drawing (GET READY FOR CRINGE)…#..scout with bunny ears.. ANYWAYS AHEM. i was like. hey. what if. what if those ears. were like. apart of a helmet.#and then i spiraled #hashtag real #hopefully this comic makes sense i stayed up to do this not realizing the time i am so eepy #this is probably also a blue headcanon i headcanon blu engie is medic levels of unhinged <3 #to the person in the replies: YES!! you have full permission to draw him!! thank you for asking in the first place that’s so sweet of you!!#but anyways sorry for not replying! this is my side account that i’ve turned into a main account #and my main account still has the Mark of cringe past (old fanart) so i’m trying to keep them apart lol #scoutbot

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iwishiwasplayinglegorightnow · 3 months

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#I LOVE HIM SO MUCH !!!!#anyways larian give will and theo the attention and dedication you gave the others i will not be asking a second time thank yyeww #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #baldurs gate wyll #the blade of frontiers #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #theo solomon #wyll ravengard x tav #wyll x tav #xochitl gomez meme #xochitl gomez

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what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?

It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:

During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.

Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.

I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:

I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.

The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.

This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.

The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.

I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.

#ivan u fucked up little guy.#also okay i just wanna clear this up #i know i make a lot of posts about ivans darker side and his more problematic traits #but this isn't me trying to villainize him or reduce him down to “toxic yaoi”#I HOPE YOU GUYS KNOW ALL MY TOXIC YAOI POSTS ARE LIGHTHEARTED.#i just want to clarify that ivan was always intended to be a darker and complicated character. even since his debut in round 3 #the way i refer to ivan (“twisted” “creepy” “obssessive” etc) are literally the direct words used by q and v themselves to describe him #but despite that id like to emphasize that i don't see ivan as a villain or a completely bad person. hes complicated #there is no normalcy in this world they are living in. none of the characters know what being truly normal is #this isn't me condoning his actions #but it has to be acknowledged that alnst is fucked up in nature. we can't expect perfect relationships from people who are born to die #plus ivan has a lot more layers past the “dark” parts. he's constantly battling himself and his desires #especially at the end of round 6 where he performs a myriad of conflicting actions (kiss strangle peck smile)#thanks to the r6 production notes we now know that ivan was going through a rapid internal conflict #“sure and unsure at the same time”#there is sooo much to ivan. his low self-esteem. his desire and possessiveness despite knowing till will never love him #his VEHEMENT insistence that till will never love him vs his desperate persistence in trying anyway #uh i need to shut up i think #anyways sorry. just wanted to clarify my thoughts on him in case people think im. yk.#in short. hes a fucked up little freak and he fascinates me. this poor tragic child. i love him.#SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY #alnst #alien stage #alien stage ivan #alnst ivan #asks

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