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tofuingho · 1 year

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What if instead of absorbing Plasmius making Dan evil and destructive, it makes Dan obsessed with adopting Danny.

Dan traveling back in time to before Danny's birth and setting himself up as part of Jack's family. Proving that the Fentons are unfit parents. Adopting/fostering Jazz and Danny.

Or maybe he just straight up kidnaps them.

Either way:

Dan raising Danny and Jazz in Gotham, Metropolis, Central City, or Fawcett. Each city has their own potential plot points.

But, I want Dan to own/operate a bakery.

The one scene I have is: Hero-as-civilian walks into a cute bakery. Immediately sees a guy that's fucking scary and clearly not entirely human. Hero is very concerned that this guy is up to no good, so he pretends to be oblivious. He starts talking to Dan, but Dan's about as chatty as a brick wall. Suddenly, he hears a little pat-a-pat-a-pat and then there's two little hands poking up over the counter making an uppies gesture. This terrifying man reaches down and picks up an adorable toddler, sets him on his hip, and gives him a cookie.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #baby danny #danny fenton #dan fenton #dan phantom #jazz fenton #bakery #time travel #potential romance #dick x dan #jason x dan #conner x dan #i don't think dani exists in this au #maybe dan brought her from his original timeline #now she's aunt dani

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nevertheless-moving · 4 months

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unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self.

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and—

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic, being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life.

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal.

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell) Scene from the Uberwald Grand Sneer

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see?#Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

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gio-scrabbles · 2 months

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“Shadow the Hedgehog vs the World” Poster Redux

Here is the final render of the poster that started it all over a year ago! This is for an AU I am still working on. I have a summary of the story and the original rough draft of the poster down below ⬇️

The story centers around Shadow the Hedgehog transporting himself to a new yet hostile world,

a world where GUN becomes corrupt,

a world where Black Arm/organic hybrids cause chaos within the umbra of society,

a world where Shadow died,

after Sonic is accidentally taken through a portal. Specifically in a Westopolis that will soon face the Promised Day.

Within the city, he is faced against a disgraced scientist as well as Sonic’s kidnapper named Dr. Kreo along with their hybrid experiments and their acquaintance, Doom’s Eye. In order to return him and Sonic to their own world, he must either follow every whim of the Doctor within the underground of Westopolis, or trek into the world to find the chaos emeralds. It won’t be easy to achieve the latter, however, as he is now a wanted suspect by gun due to stealing something, or rather someone, valuable to them as well as being a Black Arms hybrid, an ultimate lifeform, out in the open.

Will Shadow let humanity defy his destiny once again to save those he value, or will he face against the world to risk his powers and potentially his life in order to keep his newfound identity intact while protecting those in his own way?

Here is the original poster for reference:

#au #alternate timeline #shadow the hedgehog vs the world #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #shadow fanart #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #fanart #digital art #digital illustration #illustration #poster #poster art #gio arts #alt text #so glad to still retain the same aura as the original #while also adding new details and alterations #I also kept a lot of the elements from the original story; but they are part of a greater plot

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utdrmv-confession-box · 1 month

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Transcript: Im personally not all that bothered by xtale using gendered pronouns for their humans or making them not nonbinary specifically because of the fact that the creator of xtale doesn't ignore or reject the fact that vanilla/canon/undertale Chara and Frisk ARE nonbinary and use they/them.

and also like nonbinary people can still use gendered pronouns so he/they xhumans headcanons go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr

#undertale au #xtale #utdrmv confession #// I know I have seen some discourse surrounding this topic.#I will say that respecting the canon does make the situation of an AU human being gendered differently seem… better. for lack of-#-better phrasing.#If a creator gendered their AU humans differently but did NOT respect the canon then it would be a different story #and I would not be as accepting.#Though I will say I don’t think this line of logic should apply to alternate timelines #as alternate timelines derive from the original UnderTale story.

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a-medic-and-his-sass · 9 months

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When parts of the Enterprise crew picks up a rather peculiar virus… the poor ensigns too.

Or more simply, when a moth kid and a AOS comforter come together into the same mindset, to draw.

Kirk : African Death’s-Head Hawkmoth

Spock : Pandora Sphinx Moth

Bones : Pompelon marginata

Uhura : Cinnabar Moth

Scotty : Mania lunus

Chekov : Comet Moth

Sulu : Golden Sun Moth

Jaylah (didn't draw her in time) was : Zebra Conchylodes Moth

It's fair to say that for the Ship had some... engine room adjustments made mid-trip after Scotty kept knocking stuff over and sending Keenser into clean-up panic

#I want to do a TOS version of this first since my idea came from tos originally and compare the two #but I just finished rewatching AOS and they've been on my mind as of late #so they come first #star trek aos #kelvin timeline #aos #aos au #jim kirk #spock #bones mccoy #nyota uhura #montgomery scott #scotty #pavel chekov #hikaru sulu #star trek fanart

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oblonger · 1 month

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@sincerely-sofie

I wanted to write something that somehow involved the mortal mentioned in this post for a while. I personally prefer writing wholesome and angsty feels over action, so I feel like this needs a second draft. But I don't feel passionate enough about this specific one-shot to do so. Anyway, here you go!

Darkrai had won

Darkrai had obtained everything he'd ever wanted. Everyone in this world and beyond were recieving what they deserved...

Yet he was still unsatisfied.

Darkrai told Dialga, a pitiful legend at his beck and call, to allow time to flow through him, and only him.

Darkrai felt his heart began beating again. Breath entered his lungs. He could now move once more. He rose from his throne and traveled down the corridor. He could simply visit her nightmares whenever he wanted, but the sight of her true body filled him with glee.

The silence was wonderful, Darkrai looked through the massive window he had dug into this cave wall. Taking in the breathtaking scenery of a pitch black night sky. The few pokemon in view, locked in place mid fight. No doubt suffering the way he wanted them to.

Darkrai entered the dungeon he had been making his way towards. Chained to the wall, and asleep in a breathless nightmare, was Cresselia.

Well, not quite Cresselia. To be precise, it was the Audino that he brought with him when he struck her down. He never bothered to remember the Audino's name. He simply called her Cresselia as a symbol of regret, for ending the true Cresselia's life in a fit of shortsightedness.

Darkrai smiled as he entered into Cresselia's nightmare.

"Good evening Cresselia." Darkrai announced upon entering her dream, turning it from whatever endless torture he had put her in last time, into a completely featureless void. He was the only thing besides her in here.

The Audino uncurled from the fetal position and groveled at his feet. Muttering apologies and begging him not to hurt her.

Pointless.

"I'm hurt Cresselia. I put in so much effort into making the perfect nightmare for you... and THIS is the gratitude I recieve?"

Darkrai snapped his fingers and an explosion went off from directly beneath her. Launching her a fair distance from him, landing on her back. She continued to spout apologies as she looked at him with sorrow, agony and terror.

What a wonderful look for her.

"Apology accepted. Cresselia." Darkrai taunted.

The Audino flopped onto her belly, facing away from him. quietly bawling her eyes out.

"I have done quite a lot of pondering as of late Cresselia. And I wanted to get your input." She continued to cry. Hoping her lack of response would get him to leave her alone.

She knew it wouldn't, he knew that she knew that. But seeing her utterly pathetic attempts at resisting filled Darkrai with joy.

"Tell me Cresselia." Darkrai wickedly grinned. "Do you have a fear of blood?"

The Audino flinched. She turned her head back to face him.

Darkrai's smile widened. "I suppose that is a yes then, hmm?"

Darkrai used his powers over this realm to make his claws as jagged as rotting, rusted metal, and serrated as a Sharpedo's teeth. Cresselia fell from her side onto her back, and tried to crawl away while facing him. Once more asking for forgiveness and for him to not hurt her, or some other nonsense.

Darkrai used his powers to drag Cresselia closer to him. He didn't need to approach her when watching her efforts to escape in vain was so much more entertaining.

Once she was within range, she stopped crawling. Holding her arms up to her face to try and shield it.

"Oh come now Cresselia." Darkrai said in a mockingly upbeat tone. "You don't believe I shall go through all of this effort, and not let you see the fruits of my labor?" Darkrai rose a hand, and her along with it. Perfectly exposing her stomach to him, with her head locked into position to force her to watch. Her eyes being prevented from shutting.

She was crying hysterically as he raised his arm to give her comeuppance.

He began his first slash when he suddenly stopped, right before his claw reached her.

Something felt... off.

It felt like Darkrai's skin was prickling across his body. Was she trying to fight back with her powers? No. She stopped trying to use her abilities decades ago.

Darkrai was staring off into the distance. Trying to figure out why this prickling feeling was so familiar to him.

The feeling got worse, and suddenly he felt the presence of another legend near his body.

Impossible, he killed or sealed all of the problematic ones away...

Then, Darkrai remembered where he felt this feeling before. It was Celebi. But how? How did she escape her imprisonment!?

Darkrai left Cresselia's dream, not even bothering to begin a new nightmare.

His eyes shot open and he briskly turned around, just quick enough to register that there was a Focus Punch mere inches from his face.

He didn't have time to react.

The attack connected. Launching him into the wall above Cresselia. Intense waves of pain echoing through his body multiple times. The wind being knocked out of him. Darkrai fell to the ground, gasping for air. Had he been a bit weaker it would have KO'd him instantly. It had been several decades since he'd last felt pain, that his tolerance for it was at its minimum

He looked up, expecting to see Celebi with some mortal. A foolish ploy to try and usurp him.

It wasn't Celebi.

Nor was it a random mortal.

It was Grovyle.

But... it couldn't be.

He knows it cant be him because he killed Grovyle personally.

The passage of time closed behind him, the lack of blinding light allowing Darkrai to better see his assailant.

It was Grovyle. But he was different. The leaf atop his head was incredibly long, dragging across the floor. The seeds that Sceptiles have on their backs were on his. His skin slowly shifted between lighter and darker shades of green.

But what made Darkrai realize who this was, was seeing the two antenna atop his head.

The antennae of a Celebi.

Darkrai quickly stood himself up and launched forward a volley of Dark Void. He wasn't taking any chances.

Grovyle didn't even move as his fist began glowing again, charging another Focus Punch. The Dark Void opened beneath him and pulsed waves of energy into him. Grovyle stumbled forward a bit before opening his mouth and biting down on something kept within.

Darkrai recognized the distinct crunch that it made.

A Chesto berry.

Before Darkrai could hide in the shadows, Grovyle bolted forward, eyes burning with a rage that far surpassed his own, and punched Darkrai hard in the side of his stomach launching him across the room and into the side wall. Darkrai coughed blood onto the floor. He could feel his consciousness slipping.

He wasn't going to lose this fight. HE DESERVES TO HAVE THIS!

Darkrai sunk into the shadows. The darkness of the room allowing him to reappear wherever he desires.

Darkrai waited for his chance. He kept himself in the shadows, searching for an opening.

Grovyle's expression didn't change, but his posture straightened. His shoulders became slack.

Darkrai knew what he was trying to do. He couldn't be hasty. As much as he wanted to gore him right now.

Grovyle stepped towards Cresselia and with a quick slash of his leaves, broke the chains that were more symbolic than functional.

Despite that, Darkrai's wrath surged. How DARE he try and save her!

And what a fool he was! Because now that he's distracted, he can strike!

Darkrai shot out from one of the walls behind him, preparing a shadow claw. Although his pain tolerance was low, he was nothing if not more powerful, one clean strike and this fool will be KO'd, allowing him to seal him away! All of his efforts in vain! He will be trapped forever! Just like this world's Celebi!! He'd won!!! HE HAD-

Darkrai felt true fear for the first time ever, when Grovyle locked eyes with him, as he moved his head very slightly to dodge the attack. Darkrai's claw missing his unblinking eyes by a hair's breadth.

Darkrai's last waking moments were of watching Grovyle unleash an X-scissor on him.

Darkrai awoke upon his throne. Everything hurt. Grovyle was crouched some distance away, rummaging through his satchel.

Not only had he bested him in combat, but he had also taken him out of the prison, and put him on his throne... LIKE SOME SORT OF TOY!!!

Darkrai launched forward, claws ready to splay this interloper's insides across the room.

Grovyle stood up straight, closing his satchel with no urgency whatsoever. And then he ducked under Darkrai's assault. His arm shot forward and grabbed Darkrai's forehead.

In an instant, Darkrai's entire body filled with an unimaginable pain. Darkrai fell upon his back and howled in torment. It felt like every fiber of his being was being burned, frozen, electrocuted and stabbed all at once.

He could see Grovyle staring at him with an intense anger... and what seemed to be pity.

The pain was too intense. It was bad enough that he hadn't felt pain in so long that he could only barely handle his body aching from the previous fight.

Once again, Darkrai passed out.

Darkrai awoke once more in the same spot he'd been in. The pain throughout his body having been dulled, except for his head, where it felt like it had been split in half.

Darkrai tried to lift an arm, but something was holding him down. Even his eyes felt sluggish. He looked around to see grovyle standing some distance off with his back towards him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a different pokemon, frozen in place. Too far for him to make out.

Grovyle moved his arm to drop a used, grey TM onto the ground. Making sure it was clearly visible to Darkrai.

"You know. My plan was to curse you with everlasting pain, and then seal you away." Grovyle suddenly broke the silence. His voice dripping with hatred. "So that way, you would suffer for the rest of eternity..."

"... But I realized something." Grovyle turned to look at him. His eyes burning with a fury unmatched. "I'm too nice for that."

Grovyle slowly began taking steps towards him. "At some point, I would feel guilty for doing that to you. No matter how much you deserve it." Darkrai wanted to attack him, but only his eyes were capable of movement.

It dawned on him what Grovyle had done, once he realized that his heart only beat twice since he'd woke up.

Darkrai tried to reach out to Dialga, demanding that he needn't any precision, that he could let time flow freely as long as Darkrai can move again.

... But there was no response.

"At that point, I would just come back and finish the job."

Grovyle crouched down on one knee and lowered his head to look at Darkrai.

"Death is far too merciful for you... But I'm a merciful guy."

Grovyle lifted a hand. a crackling orb of yellow-white energy formed just above it.

Hyper Beam.

Grovyle moved his hand and held the orb just above Darkrai's head. Right over where he had cursed him.

Darkrai's eyes stared straight into Grovyle, he used his psychic powers to speak with him.

"I hope everyone you ever love perishes."

Grovyle gave a disgusted chuckle.

"Too late."

Faster than an instant, Darkrai was dead.

#spoilers for the story in tags.#i personally like the idea that Legend!Grovyle hops from different ruined timelines #to try and fix them #after all. Dialga in his timeline can handle the time management. And Twig Kip Celebi and Dusknoir are long since dead #there is nothing left for him in his original timeline.#(thats what he was referring to in his last dialogue)#fanfic of a fanfic #text post #the present is a gift au #pmd eos #Mortality Exchange Au (kinda)#Darkest Timeline AU

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wrongcaitlyn · 2 months

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bc the last update apparently caused so much pain, here's a few excerpts from that abandoned dear reader one shot idea! i will clarify what songs/plot points mentioned in these tweets have changed, bc this is not spoiling anything that i'm *actually* planning to write in greatest of luxuries!

mentally ill @hatetheeastcoast

“My broken bones are mending” get it bc will is a doctor

replying to @hatetheeastcoast

ur mom @user4570824983085

The last news we have of him is him finishing med school last year, so he’s probably still doing his residency.

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mentally ill @hatetheeastcoast

SO??? HE STILL MENDED NICO’S BROKEN BONES

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will solace fp @nico___AngeL56

pretty sure that one’s a metaphor my dude

GAY @nico___AngeL56

who wants to bet king of my heart is abt jason grace

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ur mom @user4570824983085

he’s literally said in interviews and on his acc that he doesn’t like ppl speculating abt his personal life pls stop

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GAY @nico___AngeL56

the song is coming out in like seven hours its fr not that big of a deal

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the graces >> @jasee25hsdfljs

coming out lol

#1 don’t blame me stan @swifttt_angels

nine years of back to back albums then disappearing off the face of the fucking earth and NOW THIS @nicodiangelo DO YOU WANT TO SEND ME INTO CARDIAC ARREST??!!!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk fic #so hatetheeastcoast was the original alltoo_notwell #then i changed it bc i realized the exit hadn't come out at that time yet #king of my heart is NOT a nico di angelo song in this au #but it was actually originally gonna be a super big single and everything and inspired a huge chunk of the au #rip to king of my heart #“nine years of back to back albums” is incorrect #that timeline has been changed #anddd some ppl online def ship jason and nico #okay that's all! there are a lot of other tweets and little sections from this doc but pretty much none of them make sense at this point #many many many things have been changed #but the entire doc takes place after nico comes out #once again - not in 9 years bc the timeline has been changed a lot #but it's funny to see how it all started out

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cienie-isengardu · 6 months

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MK1!Tomas should pick better topic to talk about with original Bi-Han than the issue of dead father... both because Sub-Zero won't care and the Sub-Zero brothers backstory may hit too close to Tomas' own comfort.

Timeline mess AU:

MK1!Bi-Han meets cryomancer kid!Kuai Liang (+ one sad pyromancer adult Kuai Liang)

Kid MK1!Kuai Liang meets MK9!Smoke (+ one sad cryomancer adult Kuai Liang)

Old Lin Kuei meets the new Lin Kuei

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #smoke #tomas vrbada #timeline mess au #cienie's art #cienie's animations #just to be clear original bi han talk about dead mom and youngest sister comes from tie in material to mk mythologies sub zero #text says mother and sister were never seen again and though i do hope the woman managed to run away and hide from lin kuei i feel she was #rather killed than anything else #and really isn't that too close to mk1 smoke's backstory as he lost mother and sister too?#so yeah let's take the silly au idea into some dark place

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smirked-with-triumph · 2 months

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The hot potato with the blue suit and smoke!! If its actually Mr. Turner then he is so fine, Your art makes me want to devour him in whole!! Aaahhhhjhbvh?!?

absolutely devastated Nickelodeon is never gona acknowledge him in any capacity ever since the end of Oh yeah!Cartoons (for me the last chance to do it in a tasteful way was 2 times in fact, in Channel Chasers and or in Mice Capades where they all became tom and jerries), at most it's butch hartman showing some production art or giving a passing mention of him when he reminisces about working on the pilot💔his appearances were so brief i can post my fav moments of him here (but i ask to search up fairly oddparents Party of Three first if you dont want spoilers, its the best one!)

#its not everyday theres an anon showing excellent taste #the entirety of fop season 0/oh yeah cartoons era is on youtube! please enjoy it when you can watch it!#i have made it my mission to keep pilot timmys parents alive in the form of art and AUs #in my interp he works at timmys school and looks after tootie! from these episodes hes excellent as a parent and teacher #if i do decide to give him a supernatural origin then the crocker interactions would be very interesting #“it was hard to hide their faces all the time” butch said...my showrunner in christ use the power of imagination/fear of the unknown #and no pulling a loudhouse where they show the parents faces anyway..that made me so madcore #at certain points they were undecisive with how much should be hidden of him and also his skin going🟤⚪inbetween scenes takes me out #asks #fop #also hope tumblr doesnt glitch again and actually lets me posts videos without spamming your timeline what the fvk

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bunnyplushy · 8 months

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i was gonna remake the lil character bio pages for these two but with how long those took, i'm just gonna post the sketched out redesigns instead :') later on i'll draw some fancy art of these two when i get a day off work again

i also slightly altered how they both kinda exist and why ragdoll is considered modern with like, a really basic timeline i made that shows the change and how they technically are different

there is a bit more detail but i kept it simple for now, i may draw how ragdoll basically came to be and how they ended up separated from the show itself with no memory of it vrsiondko

#plushy doodles #oc #original character #self insert oc #welcome home oc #welcome home fan character #welcome home fandom #plushy cottontail #plushy fluff #they both get their own tags since they are technically different from each other and yet at the same time not #i would make a much more in depth timeline of how ragdoll comes to be as a character but it would be so lengthy and hard to fully describe #their backstory would need more of a comic or written story to get more detail in #i did kinda start writing one but scrapped it early on when i didn't have a strong idea on how they actually were made to exist fdsjvroe #i'll make fun art for these two at some point since they are self inserts for me to ship myself with wally #and before anyone asks: ragdoll isn't a reboot au of puppet plushy- i am working on a design for them in that au tho-

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south-sea · 1 year

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i think one thing that’s especially difficult to put into words/link back to specifically the way in which it benefits metal without just spelling it out is just how much the two are in physical contact and what that means to him.

since that, in itself, speaks volumes—because metal is, well, made of metal, and isn’t that inherently uncomfortable? wouldn’t the average person keep physical contact with him at a bare minimum because he’s so cold and hard and sharp and heavy?

probably, but then here's shadow who sits shoulder-to-shoulder with him any chance he gets, and made active arguments against metal being anything but what he is right now.

shadow goes out of his way to touch or lean against or generally Exist with metal, and that goes beyond what he can "do" for him. shadow can fix up blemishes in his plating or paint or anything like that, but it'll never come close to comparing to how much it means for him to just simply include or exist in metal's space as regularly as he does.

it is so, so easy to fall into the trap of "metal only does things that benefits shadow, or metal only likes those things because shadow likes them", because it's true to a certain extent, but it isn't JUST that. it means so much to metal BECAUSE it's mutual. BECAUSE shadow doesn't mind to hold or be held by cold steel.

because shadow, at whatever capacity, loves him for him, no matter the cold exterior and sharp edges.

#shadow the hedgehog #metal sonic #second chance au #metadow #qpr metadow #sea talks #sorry apparently yall get a fic AND a ramble to go with it #i just #the undertones of both of them accepting who the other is for THEM and not the IDEAL VERSION OF THEM #means so much to me #metal could still be at a point where he's like #:/ but you're not MY shadow from my ORIGINAL timeline #no #it's the complete opposite now #this IS 'his' shadow because this is the shadow who - in whatever capacity - loves him truly and utterly unconditionally

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jenn0wow · 6 months

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So now I’ve decided in my little AU/fanon that Dick and Barbara never dated when they were younger, but because they met at vulnerable times for them that they created this super co-dependent friendship that has some sexual or romantic tension, but they both need each other so much that they won’t take it to that level or ruin their friendship because of those feelings. (Although I think they’d kiss each once or twice).

Once the teen titans reform, Dick sees Barbara less and less because he’s with the team. Barbara starts to feel resentful because he’s the only one who came her down from her episodes after a fight (she gets shaky and gets a fast shot of adrenaline that can cause her to pass out if she’s not careful) and then he wasn’t there when Jason dies which further distances them.

Then Barbara’s chronic illness/pain starts and Dick is worried for her, but doesn’t know how to really deal with her. Eventually due to Barbara’s own resentment of her own body, she takes it out on him because he’s happy w/ the titans and Kory while she has to face a new reality, lose everything—lose him.

After Dick finds out she’s Oracle, they’re friends again, but like in a more mature way. However their feelings for each are still present, but they know it’s not the right time. Dick is still with Kory and Barbara doesn’t want to be too distracted.

Anyways I don’t think Dick and her don’t truly “date” until after Kory breaks up with Dick, the titans are disbanded, Nightwing moves to BloodHaven, and they finally with more mature attitudes about each other.

#and that’s my timeline 😀👍#I think he had a similar kinda relationship w/ Wally in the original teen titans #but after the og tts disbanded Wally closed off from everyone so Dick was missing his like partner #Babs kinda got him fully especially about Gotham so it made it easy for them to cling to each other #dc fanon #dc au #dc comics #dickbabs #barbara gordon #batgirl #batman #Gotham #nightwing #batgirl x nightwing #oracle x nightwing #nightwing x batgirl

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taichi-x-koushiro · 8 months

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Just Koushiro Izumi Things

Concept, or, an A.U. I Haven't Written Yet: One day, Koushiro just isn't responding to any of the Chosen who try to get in touch - including the 02 Chosen, who were currently heading the group in the Adventure Chosen's various absences. They begin to panic a bit, because a Situation is happening, and they Can't Get In Touch With Koushiro, The Only One Who May Have A Semblance of Whats Even Going On (Technologically) Here. Taichi tries to get to the bottom of what's going on, by attempting to find out where Koushiro is, trying to get in touch more directly - but Koushiro isn't even answering Koushiro's personal cell number. It's only after Koushiro's left for a couple days - and after Taichi finally gets back in touch with the Izumi household (Mrs. Izumi had answered calls from Taichi before, so Mrs. Izuzmi knows Taichi enough) that they finally find out what's going on - Koushiro took a days+-long trip to visit the cemetary where Koushiro's biological relatives are buried. (Koushiro does this every year, after all. Notably for ohigan.) But now the Situation is getting out of hand - and Koushiro is somewhere with bad cell reception - so Taichi's the one who has to go help pick Koushiro back up (and FAST). There's just one other problem - Koushiro hasn't actually told the Chosen about BEING an Adoptee yet.

#taishiro headcanon #taishirou headcanon #taichi x koushiro #koushiro headcanon #izumi family #izumi koushirou #taishiro roadtrip au #(Im Not HosodaTM Voice ' The original concept {for 'Bokura no War Game' was a road-trip type story ')#(Yeah I Wonder How Such A Road-Trip Type A.U. Would Work Out Here)#(Hey Whoa There's A Scenario rIGHT THERE)#(A.K.A.: A.U. ideas that will never leave my mind until one day they force me to write them but today is Not That Day)#(Also A.K.A.: GIVE KOUSHIRO SOME LEGITIMATE DOWNTIME + *RECOGNITION* FROM THE OTHERS T O E I)#(In Which Koushiro Izumi Is A Human Being Too)#(MIYAKO IDEK ' But Izumi senpai HAS TO COME BACK we can tRY to get into {enemy territory} but we NEED Guidanc--- ')#(KOUSHIRO IN MIND IF KOUSHIRO KNEW 'Im Sorry . I Was Visiting My {Deceased Biological Relatives I Told You Nothing About}')#(YAMATO ' CANT YOU JUST COME BACK ')#(Koushiro ' Yamato san I am {OVER 5+ HOURS AWAY} And that is {ONE Way.....} ')#(JOU ' I know we ran into you between there before but youre BACK THERE????? ')#(KOUSHIRO ' Its A Very Long Story {I Am Not Sure I Can Tell Right Now} ')#(This is also before they figure out how to warp using the gates ok dont @ me so itd be before 2010 canon timeline wise)#(Anyway I One Hundred Percent Maintain This Happens At Least One Year of Koushiros Life BESIDES just 2012 The Beginning Timeline)#(AKA BESIDES just ' oh Koushiros busy with work again!!1!1! ')#(This is still something I plan to work with F.Y.I. it just may take me Many Years for it to Form into Something Written)

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