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yandere-daydreams · 3 months

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tw - unhealthy relationships, mentions of gore/human experimentation, forced marriage. written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Recently, all your mornings had started the same way: ten or so feet below the ground, buried under the satin sheets of an otherwise empty bed in a stone chamber decorated with all the love and tenderness of a hospital room, freshly cleaned after the death of its last occupant.

Blearily, you stumbled out of bed, grimacing at the feeling of the cold, rough floor against your bare feet. Temperatures in Snezhnaya rarely rose above freezing, and while your husband didn’t seem to mind the cold, you weren’t so resilient – shrugging on your heaviest robe before so much as opening your eyes. A mug of coffee was clumsily assembled in your minimalistic kitchenette (a feature you insisted on, after being forced to share a communal ice chest with one of his more dissection-focused segments), then a cup of tea; herbal and rich, a blend from Sumeru he had imported every few months. For as many years as you’d been with Zandik, you’d never been able to make sense of what he considered worth his time and what he disregarded as frivolous wastes of effort and mora. You supposed you could only be thankful you fell into the former group, lest your body be the next to adorn his vivisection table.

Once you’d managed to shake the chill and bring yourself to a state of near-consciousness, you stumbled out of your bedroom and into the corridor, ignoring the curious looks of young researchers and patrolling soldiers and shrugging open the steel door at the end of the hall. The smell of rot and preservatives hit you as soon as you stepped into Zandik’s personal laboratory, but your eyes only glazed over the dark puddles splattered across the floor, the amorphous mass covered with a white sheet and laid across a metal table before landing on your husband – slumped over his desk, his face buried in his arms and ink staining his fingertips, his left cheek. With a sigh, you made your way to his side, placing both mugs on the edge of his desk and resting your hands on his shoulders. Letting your eyes fall shut, you lowered yourself to his height, resting your lips against the top of his head and only pulling away when he began to stir.

He'd always been a light sleeper (in comparison to you, at least), and it’d never taken much to rouse him. You straightened your back and as if on cue, he bolted upward, gaze darting to the door, then his operation table, then you – where it would stay. A slight grin pulled at the corner of his lips as he pushed his chair away from his desk and tapped his leg, and without protest, you climbed into his lap; straddling his thighs and burying your face in the crook of his neck. One of his hands found its way to your hip while the other took to rubbing small, slow circles into your back. You waited for him to settle underneath you before breaking the silence. “I want to go home.”

Home, meaning the gothic, looming mansion you usually resided in when he wasn’t working out of one of the Fatui’s countless underground facilities or traveling abroad. It was also dark and drafty and a far cry from your previous home, the home he’d taken you away from the day he married you, but you’d been able to decorate it to your preferences and you didn’t need to go through ten of his soldiers just to step outside. He hummed, the sound passive and dismissive, and you frowned into his shoulder, nudging gently at his chest. “I’m serious, Zandik. Everything smells like blood and you haven’t come to bed in days. Being around all these chemicals is going to be the death of me – that is, if boredom doesn’t do the job first.”

Another hum, this one slightly more thoughtful. “You know I would pluck the stars from the sky for you,” he started, his voice still low and coarse with sleep. “But I am here on the Tsaritsa’s orders. Are you sure you’d have me test the good will of an archon for something so mundane?”

“Yes.” You’d seen him butcher orphans and burn villages to the ground. If he was still in his goddess’ good graces after so many centuries of relentless carnage, you were sure she wouldn’t mind a sudden relocation. “There’s nothing you do here that you couldn’t do in your own laboratory.” You thought for a moment, then added, “Unless you’ve decided that you love your archon more than you love me.”

His smile faltered, something possessive and pointed catching in his eyes. His grip on you tightened, but he recovered quickly, letting out an airy chuckle as he bowed his head and nuzzled mindlessly into the dip of your shoulder. “Two more weeks,” he promised. “Then, I’ll send you home – one way or another.”

“One more week.” You sat up, cupping his face and forcing him to meet your eyes. “Or I start spitting in your tea.”

“One more week if you start spitting in my tea.”

“You’re a vile, repugnant little man.” You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Deal.”

You spend the rest of that day lounging across the velvet-cushioned loveseat in the corner of his lab, skimming through your dozenth pulpy romance novel and watching your husband dismember corpses with a vigor you hadn’t seen since the first days of your marriage.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #dottore x reader #yandere dottore #yanderecore #yancore #genshin impact imagines

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whumpay · 2 months

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babe wake up new whumpay prompts dropped. like last year, im posting early for more time to prepare

Welcome to Whumpay 2024! Up above you will see the basic prompt list and down below the cut you will see it written out in a list, as well as three mini challenges (and by extension, the extreme edition)

Rules are the same as usual

You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.

I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.

Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.

This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2024 tag throughout May. For real this time.

These all also apply to these three special mini challenges, consisting of a 7 day, a 10 day, and a 14 day prompt list.

EXTREME EDITION: This year's extreme edition doesn't have its own prompt list, but instead, youll be taking all three mini challenges in order along with the main prompt list. Some of these fit pretty well, others less so.

1 - Mad Science:

Day 1: Strapped To An Operating Table

Day 2: Paralytic Drug

Day 3: Made A Lab Rat

Day 4: Vivisection

Day 5: Truth Potion/Serum/Spell

Day 6: Russian Roulette

1 - Attacks, Mental & Physical:

Day 7: Heart Attack

Day 8: Asthma Attack

Day 9: Animal Attack

Day 10: Panic Attack

3 - Ineffective Medical Care:

Day 11: Medical Torture

Day 12: Withholding Medical Treatment

Day 13: Medication Tampering

Day 14: Injury Brushed Off

Day 15: No Anesthetic

4: Mindfuck

Day 16: Presumed Dead

Day 17: Memory Loss

Day 18: Stockholm Syndrome

Day 19: Phantom Pains

Day 20: Love Potion/Spell

Day 21: Role Reversal

5. Nature's Revenge

Day 22: Slowly Running Out Of Air

Day 23: Natural Disaster

Day 24: Struck By Lightning

Day 25: Snowed In

Day 26: Heatstroke

6. Traps & Trauma

Day 27: Caught In A Net

Day 28: Traumatic Touch Aversion

Day 29: Used As Bait

Day 30: Flashbacks

Day 31: Choose Who Lives

Mini challenge #1: Torture

#1: Tortured For Information

#2: Whipping

#3: Branding

#4: Begging To Be Killed

#5: Recorded/Broadcast Torture

#6: False Execution

#7: Shock Collar

Mini Challenge #2: Dialogue

#8: “Why are you doing this?”

#9: “Don’t look.”

#10: “You look awful.”

#11: “Who did this to you?”

#12: “No one is coming for you.”

#13: “No one cares about me.”

#14: “Don’t lie to me.”

#15: “Stay with me, please.”

#16: ”You’re scaring me!”

#17: “You’re a monster.”

Mini Challenge #3: Aftermath

#18: Fighting Against Caretaker

#19: Seeking Revenge

#20: Taking The Blame

#21: Barely Conscious

#22: Disassociation

#23: Carried To Safety

#24: Scars

#25: Unhealthy Codependency

#26: Infected Wound

#27: Survivor’s Guilt

#28: Touch Starvation

#29: Abandonment Issues

#30: Cradled In Someone’s Arms

#31: Adrenaline Crash

Alt Prompts:

Death Game

Came Back Wrong

Attack The Injury

Healing Malfunction

Left For Dead

Mistaken Identity

Dazed

Trapped Under Rubble

Drowning

Disowned By Family

Hostage Situation

Have fun everybody!

#whump #whump event #whump writing #writing #whumpay #writers #writing event #whump prompt #whumpay2024 #prompt list #whump prompt list

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new-revenant · 1 year

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Hi! can I share some angst and weird thoughts?

TW: mention of blood and vivisection?

Imagine that the Justice League (with Batman and Constantine) or any of the other heroes summon the Ghost King/Danny Phantom (sorry I'm only a few days into this crossover and trying to figure it out) to solve the problem. But their main problem recedes into the background when a screaming and crying Phantom with scars on his body appears in the summoning circle.

Fresh wounds from vivisection.

Danny almost suffocates and realizing that he is relatively free and not on the operating table, clamps down on the badly bleeding wounds so they will heal and nothing will fall out of his body.

JL calls for Danny and everyone sees the tired teenager look at the heroes in surprise with one of his organs in his hand and put it back into himself with icy calmness.

Danny literally: yo you're just in time. That was my favorite organ.

Danny tries to act as chill and calm as he can, acting like this is just a normal thing that happens. The League just share a look with each other before jumping into action, because this is their new problem now, not whatever probably-world-ending threat they were going to deal with.

One of them asks why a ghost would possibly need organs, and Danny just says “I honestly don’t need them in this form, but the government is kinda a bitch not gonna lie.”

“Aren’t you like, the Ghost King? How could the government get you?” Another League member asks.

“Well, ghost hunting technology is a thing, and I’m like a C-student, I’m not smart enough to come up with an escape plan while somebody is actively tearing me apart.”

The Justice League is regretting their decision to summon this “Ghost King,” since he might not be of much help. But hey, not only did they save this ghost teen, now they’ve got yet another problem to deal with!

But, to their surprise, Danny Phantom does indeed have the power fitting for the King of the Infinite Realms, as he helps turn the tide of the battle they were in. How could the government ever manage to capture someone so powerful?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc #ghost king au #ghost king danny #vivisection tw #anon ask #revenant prompted

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cursedzucchini · 1 year

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DC x DP prompt #7

Danny and Damian are twins and reveal gone bad mixed up together like a delicious smoothie crack.

Aight so Danny and Damian r twins, git separated at birth, Danny was adopted by fentons, he didn't know he was adopted, until his angry parents talked about it when they were vivisecting him.

So hurt Danny "i have like 3 brain cells on good days, and today's def a bad one" Fenton decides yeah I'm gonna be honest with my new brother.

So he (in phantom form) seeks out Damian (he doesn't really care Abt the rest in his search to sorta find some family to stabilize), who is coincidentally robin in that moment and is like "hello! I'm a half ghost! Please don't kill me :)"

Damian is obviously confused, but his father said he shouldn't stab people that much, and dude's been polite so far so. Yeah they start talking lmao.

And the thing is, that in Danny's relief that Damian is pretty chill about this (other than some weird questions about green glowy stuff) just kinda.... Forgets to tell him they're twins lmao.

So basically they get pretty close in the next few months and Danny even gets to meet the rest of the fam and it's all funny and sweet until Damian is like "Danny... I just want to tell you how much i appreciate you. You are like a brother to me" and Danny just... Stops.

"wait i didn't tell you we are twins??"

Best case scenario; batfam is there, the chaos is delicious, Bruce is burning the adoption papers and is instead calling Talia about any other children she could've hid from him, it's just overall a beautiful mess.

Worst case scenario; some rogue hears this and is like it's free real estate and does some stupid villain stunt. Idk i like the other version better, but this could have them live streaming it and announcing they're gonna do baby gender reveal. The batfam is obviously like holy shit robin isn't answering his comms and is this gonna actually be identify reveal??? But than the villain mentions something Abt twins and they're like ooh it's just some vivilizans, thank fuck, we should still hurry but wow so glad Damian doesn't have a twin haha. Idk i don't have many ideas w this

Anyway the fentons could show up again. For angst they could vivisect jazz too and than blame Danny, or just... Be there to haunt him lol.

This is so dumb holy fuck

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc writing prompt #crossover #danny fenton #dcxdp #damian al ghul #damian wayne #im so done w myslef wtf me #i have finally learned the power of drafts nd saved this one for later #batpham #i dont have anything funny to say #head empty only emptiness. just vacuum. no thoughts

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giurochedadomani · 4 months

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I'm thinking about the 'various times mishanks have been kicked out of the baratie and (1) time they have been the reason it's still standing' and I'm thinking about this anecdote about this old timey Spanish cinema director. It was pretty well known that he was able to drink anyone under the table, but given that he was quite generous, that he was a celebrity and that he took with him his famous friends on his nights out, he........ just decided what to pay in his favourite bar. Like, at the end of the night he approached one of the waiters and said: I think [whatever money] should cover what we've drunk. And the waiter said: yes, of course. Because everyone was strictly instructed to let him do as he pleased. And as I said, the guy was generous and chill and gave good rep to the bar, even if he drank so much.

And idek if it's funnier if it's Shanks who does that or if it's Mihawk. Because Shanks is more fitting re: social butterfly angle. But then again it's hilarious the idea of Sanji getting close to getting vivisected because he decides to be a little shit and keep tabs on Mihawk because he's pissed at Zeff for making him waiter, like picture him having the pettiest fight with Zoro because Zoro's rambling about how great Mihawk is and Sanji is like: that stingy guy???????

#Mishanks #Zosan #akagami no shanks #dracule mihawk #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #One piece #One piece live action #Opla

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filmnoirsbian · 9 months

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last year during indoor recess one of my 4th grade boys had an overlong fingernail and the tip of it got bent back a little—he was totally fine, no blood, and later once he was chill he admitted it didn’t really hurt, it mostly it just looked gross—but he was freaked out, as any 9 year old would be, and he had an ear shattering meltdown that crescendoed with him clutching his hand and desperately shrieking “WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME??????????” at me and when I tell you I had to physically fight back my laughter

It's SO HARD to contain yourself they'll be having a nuclear meltdown and you ask what's wrong bc clearly their dog just got vivisected in front of them and then they'll so seriously say it's the end of the world because the word yellow doesn't rhyme with nine.

#asks #kids

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bastardsunlight · 1 year

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[Leblanc @ Management] “I gave the interns a 101-level explanation of mitosis. It was a very divisive conversation.”

He looks at her for a moment and her face is placid. Lilian Leblanc has a poker face that rivals the best Management has ever seen. She is waiting for him to break. But he won’t. He simply cannot. He will not lose this war to a diminutive brain surgeon with a bent for vivisection and unethical experimentation. His lips tighten and he hums.

“Clever, Lilian; you nearly had me.”

There are not witnesses, so Management doesn’t play at flirting. This is a private war between the two of them. She knows better than to try and actually make him laugh in front of anyone other than his pale shadow.

#vivisection and chill #response #management #vehxmence

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Run ghost run 2

first

Link to A03

This chapter contains experiments and vivisections. I personally don't think its extreme or very graphic, but everyone sees thing differently. So, proceed with caution.

Constantine felt a pulse of magic throughout the air. Death magic, from the infinite realm. The one that housed all realities and afterlife’s no matter the belief. All life and death would eventually cross through the realm. Very few make it as residents.

King Pariah the previous had been known for destroying planets and races for fun. He had been sealed centuries ago. The day he was released was the same day he lost his crown. The new ruler was unknown, now within three months of gaining said crown a war was brewing.

“Bloody hell” Constantine muttered to himself. He was going to need a drink or two after this. This was either a desperate attempt to stop a war or a taunt. He’d need to meet up with JLD to see what they could do.

Danny’s eyes opened. They were heavy and it was a fight to keep them open. Maybe it would have been better to keep them shut.

Arms and legs strapped in place with glowing green cuffs keeping him in place. Around his waist and chest some sort of tight strap. Still in his human form. With the chill on his arms, it was probably a metal table. Transforming wasn’t working, he couldn’t phase, go invisible, absolutely nothing was warning. His heart race begins to race, panic starting to creep in. Trying to call out, unable to speak. Pain running down his neck whenever he tried. Yet he couldn’t feel anything holding his head or neck down.

Looking around the room it looked like some lab or operating room. The back of the room was lined with machines and gadgets. Screens filling every inch of the wall directly in front of him. Directly above him was a light attached to the ceiling, several adjustable monitors were surrounding it.

It was not his parents’ labs. No glowing green portals so not the fruit loops either. Purely white, only one glaringly obvious choice. Guys in white, it makes sense their lab would be white. He was right the GIW just has no self-control. It couldn’t have even been 24 hours since the warning.

With a click the light above turned on. Causing in him to squint and turn away.

A jolting shock went through him. It was as if he was back in the portal as it turned on. He let out a scream of pain. The scream sending the same pain down his neck as when he had tried to talk.

“Mads I hit the ghost with newly improved minified ecto-stoppo-power-o-fier” Jack yelled out to Maddie “make sure it can't use its powers to try and escape. We only have an hour or two.”

Since when did GIW and his parents ever work together.

“It’s already trying to trick us with that scream, don’t bother spook. Not wanting to hear your excuse and try and trick us we injected you with anit-ecto-talko venom. While we aren’t silly enough to believe any claims of pain we don’t want to have to hear our boys voice from your mouth. Forcing any sound should send an electric wave through your throat in theory it will stop you.”

A cart was pushed up next to him, metal hitting against each other. Likely medical tools and equipment. His dad pulled several machines from the back to where he was strapped down.

“It’s a good thing we needed to up the ecto scanners at home” she looked down at him as she continued “If it weren’t for that attack Technus did we never would of noticed all the unapproved security settings. Messing with our computers stealing our tech. You’ve also stolen specimens from us only for them to come back and destroy our city. The worst thing you did was stealing the form of our son to mock us and prevent yourself from being detected. We know you’re not our baby boy. His face won’t protect you.”

“There is only two thing we wish we could get you to answer. When did he die, and why you steal him from us. He would never have come back as a ghost. He hates ecto scum as much as we do, always running away from you things.”

Him being scared of his rouges. That’s new, he just thought they were annoying. Technus being indirectly the cause of his parents finding out fits the bill. He should have listened to Jazz she had been concerned that random objects in the house had been attacking him. She wanted tucker to check it out. It hadn’t been high on his priority list.

They put a machine over him. A flash of light, then the monitor above him showing a picture of his skeleton. Most of been an x-ray machine. “The scans show a perfect human anatomy. It’s just so fascinating.” Maddie was writing in a notepad while speaking “The question is why it looks so real. There are not noticeable flaws all the bones seem to be there. Even the tiny ones, its just proof it took our boys body.”

So, Danny was a grave robber now. Great, even more bad press.

“As much as it will pain me, we should open it up. Its phantom after all. Danny would understand how important our research is”

No, he would not. He would like to say as much.

“Your right sweetums”

“Let's see what makes it tick. We still have an hour left before the GIW yank control. It’s too bad we couldn’t keep it. Letting jazzicans see a former shell of her little brother wasn’t something we could risk. Just better to turn it over”

They were going to open him up. He needed his guts if he ever wanted to be an organ donor. Both his parents started to connect him up to various machines. No IV or any numbing agents only recording equipment.

His mom grabbed a scalpel and began,

Pain flooded him. He could feel bits of him move and feel the cold air. It was an awful sensation. Any sound leaving him only causing his throat to burn. Straining against the restraints, trying to pull away. He was stuck in place. Whether he was out of energy or the lack of blood he couldn’t fight anymore. No one in his family was a medical doctor how would he know why his vison was fading. He kept trying to call out. He just needed them to stop.

“it’s me” a light quiet whisper, more burning. One final word managed to escape before the burning was to much “STOP.”

With a sigh of disappointment Maddie spoke “This study is getting us nowhere. Everything seems to be in order, blood veins the muscle even the ribs are all correct. Nothing points to any inhuman features. I see no point in continuing. The GIW can take over from here” she finished what she was writing and clipped her pen in the rings of the journal. At least they bothered to close him back up.

When Jack and Maddie left the room. Agent K and O entered the room soon after the two were gone. He could feel the effects of the ecto-stoppo was wearing off. His core slowly hummed to life. Temperature in him and the room slowly getting lower.

“I’m surprised they stopped so soon. They had another hour or so before we planned to intervene and begin our experiment” Agent O stated walking towards Danny “well no matter officially they were never here. Working them would make our agency a laughingstock. Getting approval to get you open would have taken far too long so there was no harm in letting them have their fun. We at least will get their notes and they get all the blame should it backfire.”

Agent k took over from their “don’t bother trying to escape. Even with your powers those cuffs won’t allow you to phase through them.”

“One thing I can’t figure out is the pathetic attempt at stopping us yesterday. Gathering up a fake governing body and threatening a war” he chuckled “as if they would care about you. That not how you things function and we already know it”

“We know freakshow was able to control you. When we figure out what aspect of that stone caused it, we will never have to worry about any retaliation. You’ll just be weapons on standby.”

“Unfortunately for us we’ll have to let you heal up just a bit to measure your rate of healing. So today we’ll keep it light to not de stabilize you yet.” Agent O injected something into his arm “Blood blossoms do affect you lot, but what happens when they’re ejected directly into you?”

It felt like he was having his dna ripped apart and put back over and over. Even as the cuffs and straps were removed, and someone was grabbing him he couldn’t move. His core kept dying and coming back. Being on the table was the better option.

It was new agent who had come in to collect him. Some girl with blonde hair. Decked out in the standard white suit. Why not add girls in white to the mix. If he didn’t know any better, he thought he saw a look of disgust. But he knew anyone with the GIW were the ones with no feelings. It was probably just the pain messing with him.

“So, these are the non-sentient beings I’ve been hearing about. He looks pretty human.”

“They disguise and mimic as humans. This is why we keep their existence on the need to know. We can’t risk any involvement from the league. They could take one look without reading the evidence and proclaim we are wrong. Don’t let it fool you it can’t feel any pain. It just doesn’t like its powers being messed with. Once they are under our control, we won’t have any issues. Only one town is even aware of them. We can thank the Fenton’s for that. Any Info in and out of that town is handled by us.”

“We can go over the specific later. For now, we should get it to its new room.”

The so-called room was a cell. It was completely empty except the lone ceiling light which was turned off. New white power suppressing cuffs replaced the thick ones from the table on his already cut up and raw wrists. The cell had poor accommodations and awful service he’d rate it 0 out ten stars he wouldn’t even recommend it for the fruit loop.

The blood blossom in his blood were prevalent to him. It would be a struggle to escape even without the cuffs, he would have to do it. It was only a matter of time before they got cocky and made a mistake.

Time passed by slowly. Light came into the room as the door opened. Expecting twiddle dee and twiddle Dum to come and mock him some more, he was surprised to see the girl. It was maybe Agent P he thinks; he was busy worrying about not dying again the to recall her name. The set of keys that locked him up being held in her hand.

“Come to mock the ghost.”

“Not particularly” she came closer, as he went back as much as the small space allowed. If she got anywhere near his face he’d bite, Danny had been called feral multiple times before.

She spoke softly “I'm not going to hurt you” She took a second rethinking whatever she was going to say. “Nothing I could say will make you believe me, just let me unlock your cuffs and help you get out.”

“Unlock them if you want. Be warned I may bite.” He didn’t trust her. But maybe he could use whatever trick this was to his advantage. The minute the keys turned he transformed and went invisible. He was so going to pass out the minute he was human again, it just had to be enough.

He decided to leave her with advice “Don’t believe a word they say. If you want to help delete the files they get or have on me. If it gets out your all screwed. Personally, I’d recommend running.”

Not a single security system went off as he flew away.

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #GIW #danny doesnt have a good time #The next chapter involves gotham #hes gonna have a bad time for a while #JLD are freaking out #run ghost run

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atiyasnake · 2 years

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Danny phantom dc crossover idea:

Clone at the grave

Idk how but Danny ends up in gotham. Except da boi is a lil messed up. Aspects of his ghost form are peeking through in his human forms.

This inculdes

Green eyes (lowkey glow sometimes)

Some white hair

Some scars he got in Ghost form.

He also has a vivisection scar (could be part of reason he is there). There are also other various scars some that used to only show on his ghost form but are now on his human form, it's overall concerning.

The thing is Danny is also a bit bloody (red blood) and looking like he was in a fight. So he looks for a safe place and what better than to follow some kind ghosts from Gotham's cemetery. He's the King and Gotham (I love sentient ghost/spirit gotham) for some odd reason is like 'I like this kid/king so no spooky shit to hurt him' also in the cemetery I think there is just etiquette for the ghosts to not hurt each other and be respectful seeing as that is their final resting place. Anyways he's led to a grave and to just sit and chill and try to heal or overall not fully die.

Unbeknownst to him, he is sitting on the grave of formally dead Jason Todd. A grave that the bats have some surveillance on cause ya know of course they would have surveillance on an empty grave. So when poor old Danny is chilling there, the bats are made aware. When they look what they see is what honestly looks similar to a dead Jason Todd, albiet a bit smaller and white hair tuft not the exact same. And considering that Jason is very much (sorta) alive and not at the cemetery, they come to the conclusion that 'hey is that a clone?' Which is a very concerning question.

Cue bats taking a trip and coming close to the 'body' cause really it seemed like a dead body. But then Danny moves, opens his eyes and Boom ya got green, eerily close to Lazarus green which only increases their belief that this dude may possibly be some sort of clone.

So we got confused, suspicious, (concerned) bats. And meanwhile Danny is just ??? With seeing these dudes sorta surrounding him in a cemetery where he is still injured.

Now what happens next could go various ways.

They could go on the agressive detain and ask questions later.

There could be a fight.

Danny may use his spooky abilties to disappear.

Danny may simply fall unconscious and leave the bats to deal with him.

Danny could confuse them with sassiness,

OR he could be like 'ayo help would be appreciated'

OR he could be like 'can't a guy chill in a cemetery by himself'.

Overall the possibility of him leaving with the bats or going off by himself is up in the air and really depends on what type of vibes you want in this story.

Some fun things that could be included...

Bats insistent that Danny is a clone while Danny is like 'No'

OR Danny legit going like 'wait really a clone? Tell me more'

Maybe Jason and Danny meet on the street and are just like that Spiderman meme.

OR they meet and are like hey 'dead buddies' type deal

OR they meet and Jason is suspicious and shit

Batfamily members asking why there are two Jasons, wondering why one is smaller and how his hair changes.

Danny hiding from the bats causing confusion and chaos along the way

Hello batfamily adoption, Bruce reputation preceeds him.

Some 👀 when they see the vivisection/autopsy scar (maybe they don't even know its actually a vivisection until later)

Danny's spookiness peaking out more and more

Maybe at some point or something one of the magic users like Zatanna or Constantine encounter Danny and they are def unsettled. Maybe they can't tell he's the ghost king or a halfa but they know something is wrong. Maybe they knew Jason was a bit wonky in the death sense but they are like "this 'clone' is on a whole other level of fucked". This of course makes the bats wanna investigate more about the 'creation' of cloneDanny, wondering what is his purpose and how he came to be Danny and in gotham and why.

Ya know I like to think that Danny never actually tells them he's a halfa. Cause, ya know secrets and also who is he to crush their clone theory dreams.

The thing is, is that they def think Danny is a really spooky and unsettling 'clone'. Seemingly more dead than alive than Jason is. They never have moments where they think Jason is not actually breathing. His eyes seem more glowy green than Jason's and his tuft of hair seems to glow occasionally but so quick that you think it's a trick of the light. He seems so quiet and his 'presence' isn't that of a normal human. Sometimes they forget Danny is close by.

It makes them think of how Jason could have come back.

One thing I think would be present is that Danny is having issues with changing forms which was why they were sorta mixing. So when he finally is able to fully separate and they see his blue eyes, and fully black hair and they turn to Damian and are like 'ya know you two actually look pretty simi-'

So yeah this is an idea I've been in the process of figuring out. Lots of possibilities though, but if anyone also wants to have some fun with this, please do!! Never can have too many cakes after all.

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yallemagne · 9 months

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JACK YOU'RE FUCKING SCARING ME. Holy goddamn shit like dude. DUDE!!

He gave many flies to one spider and many spiders to one bird, and then wanted a cat to eat the many birds. What would have been his later steps? It would almost be worthwhile to complete the experiment. It might be done if there were only a sufficient cause. Men sneered at vivisection, and yet look at its results to-day! Why not advance science in its most difficult and vital aspect—the knowledge of the brain? Had I even the secret of one such mind—did I hold the key to the fancy of even one lunatic—I might advance my own branch of science to a pitch compared with which Burdon-Sanderson's physiology or Ferrier's brain-knowledge would be as nothing. If only there were a sufficient cause! I must not think too much of this, or I may be tempted; a good cause might turn the scale with me, for may not I too be of an exceptional brain, congenitally? How well the man reasoned; lunatics always do within their own scope. I wonder at how many lives he values a man, or if at only one. He has closed the account most accurately, and to-day begun a new record. How many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives? To me it seems only yesterday that my whole life ended with my new hope, and that truly I began a new record. So it will be until the Great Recorder sums me up and closes my ledger account with a balance to profit or loss. Oh, Lucy, Lucy, I cannot be angry with you, nor can I be angry with my friend whose happiness is yours; but I must only wait on hopeless and work. Work! work! If I only could have as strong a cause as my poor mad friend there—a good, unselfish cause to make me work—that would be indeed happiness.

I just gotta throw all this down here. I cannot cope with how much Jack sounds like he's having his Joker moment. You know how every adaptation of Frankenstein and J&H is like "he was a visionary that went against the board to do the impossible for glory" (which, mind you, didn't even happen in those books)... but imagine if that turn was taken here...

Jonathan Sims manages to make Jack sound like he's almost completely on board with letting Renfield manufacture his food chain up to the point he would begin consuming humans. Not only is he saying: "If there were a good cause to experimenting on Renfield, only then would I do it" he is crying to the heavens: "Oh! Let there be a good cause!" Sir, please, I can't defend you when the authorities come and arrest you for acting upon your thoughts of grandeur. Thank god he does not have a good cause.

AND THE CHILLS!! THe CHILLS WHEN HE MENTIONS LUCY. Specifically in the context of, "Well, she was my one hope. With no wife, I only have my work to attend to... Work being obsessing heavily over this old man and fantasizing about letting him eat me." His tone of voice does NOT change he continues in his maniacal tone. Sounds like a saddened "Oh Lucy... you'll be one of the ones I spare in my pursuit of world domination" rather than... normal sadness over being rejected.

In the wake of this... I kinda wanna post about an AU I thought about a while back.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #jack seward #john seward

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pickleking8 · 11 months

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Adoption Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be --- Chapter 3

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TW: references to past trauma/vivisection/and death (done to a minor)

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Danny winced as he shifted in bed. The healing scar pulled on his skin, and it had started to itch. Ghosting his fingers over the makeshift bandages, he felt his way over the creases and wrinkles. He closed his eyes, hoping to see a comfortable field of darkness and to feel the lull of sleep, but all that approached him was green. That stupid neon green.

Green, green, green everywhere! Slippery and disgustingly warm in that that coated the table, reflecting the tinted lights that were glaring and cruel, flecks of green on the surgical blue of his parent’s gloves, just green everywhere. And it was all too bright.

Danny’s eyes snapped open. He- he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this, he needed to get out, he needed to get away, he needed to get away from the grimy walls of the cheap hotel that seemed to be closing in on him all too quickly.

Danny flinched when he noticed the green light his eyes were giving off in his panic. It was a soft light, subtle, but much, much too green. Too neon.

Stupid color anyway, he thinks, shivering in the sudden chill that wafts over him when he throws the blankets off. He needs to get out. The floorboards creak as he makes his way across the room, glancing at Jazz, who was sleeping soundly in the bed. She looks tired, even in her sleep. Stressed, worried, upset. She’d been run ragged taking care of him the past week, not to mention the stress she’d been going through trying to make plans, trying to figure survival for them out… he’s sorry.

The hotel’s roof is surprisingly easy to access. The building has no alarms and barely any locked doors. Climbing the stairs winded him. He would have simply floated up, but the… incident had left him with little ectoplasm to spare; what he did have was going into keeping himself alive. No powers other than the barebones necessary could be used, meaning he had to climb the stairs like a normal person. He decided he didn’t like it. The night air was humid, but a light breeze still introduced a slight chill. Danny winced as his bare feet grated on the gravelly texture of the roof. He should have put on shoes. Sparing a glance over the edge of the roof, he shuddered, imagining what it would be like to have to deal with falling off a roof without his powers, and quickly snapping his gaze away from the edge. Nearing a secluded corner of the roof which hid behind a large air conditioning unit, Danny lowered himself with bated breath onto the precipice. Dangling his legs and kicking his feet, he leaned back onto his elbows and gazed at the few stars he could see in the cloud-ridden sky. They winked in and out of sight as the rain-laden clouds plodded past, but they remained. A steady fixture, something to be counted on. Persevering. Danny smiled. He liked stars. And so he stayed there, enjoying the way the air pulled on his feet as he swung them, feeling the breeze ruffle his hair, and keeping his gaze steadfastly on the sky. And it would be that unwavering gaze that was his undoing, for in his solitude, he quite terribly failed to notice Red Robin, who, at the moment, was in turn gazing slack-jawed back at Danny.

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Tim had always admired the second Robin. Always looked up to him, respected him. He was an idol. He knew what he had looked like when he had died. And he knew that he was dead. He knew, without a doubt, that Jason was dead. So why, then, was what looked like a fifteen-year-old Jason Todd sitting on top of a roof of a shitty hotel. Swinging his legs and looking at the sky like he hadn’t a care in the world. Actually, scratch that. He looked like he had several cares. Jason the kid winced when he brought up his arm to wipe his nose, and the hem of his too-small hoodie rode up to reveal dirtied bandages.

Tim’s breathing picked up. This couldn’t be Jason. This couldn’t. Jason was dead. Tim had seen his body, broken and drenched in bruises. And yet… this boy. Looking too much like Jason to be a coincidence. Wincing like he had a large wound on his chest. Something like an autopsy wound. Looking just a little too pale, too pallid to be on the safe end of healthy. Many evident bruises. It couldn’t be, and yet. Here he was. Here Jason was.

Tim had to tell the others. They would be ecstatic! Jason was alive. Somehow. They’d figure that part out later. But he was alive! Oh, just wait until he was back at the manor. Jason could have his room back! It wouldn’t sit empty anymore, serving only to remain silent under Bruce’s quiet gaze, a haunting monument to the lack of Jason. They didn’t bring it up. But it would be okay now! The room would no longer be silent! It would be okay. Yeah, it would be okay.

Calm down, Tim, he chided himself, It could be a clone. Or even just a doppelganger. It could be anyone (Or it could be Jason, a quiet part of himself whispered. It could be Jason again). He was broken out of his thoughts as the kid (Jason, it’s Jason) stirred. He shivered, as if he was just noticing the chill, and made to get up. He winced once more, bringing a hand to his chest this time, clutching it as if he was about to shatter. As luck would have it, as he turned to leave, his sleeve caught on one of the screws on the clunky AC unit. The boy (Jason) grimaced, annoyed, and yanked on his arm. He only succeeded in tearing his hoodie. Huffing, he simply walked away, steps light in a guard against the loose tarmac and hands stuffed firmly in the pockets of his hoodie. The door to the roof thudded closed, the sound resonating across the now empty rooftop. This was it. This was his chance! He could get Jason’s DNA off the sweatshirt scrap, he could prove his theory!

In no time at all, Red Robin was back on the ground with a little baggie containing the scrap securely in one of his many pockets. Heavy shoes pounding soundly against the street, he started running, eager. So very eager. In that, it was quite soon that he disappeared entirely from the flickering glow of the hotel’s neon sign, hungry tendrils of crackling light licking at his boots like a brilliant, dancing fire, and him leaving it to hum gratingly and alone in the night.

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 8 months

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the other thing about seward is that there are a number of things you can identify as morally wrong in his treatment of renfield from the perspective of 1897 and more so from the perspective perspective of 2023 but it’s not like there’s some FDA approved cure for being fanatically obsessed with collecting little piles of vermin to replicate the food chain inside your own body because you believe doing so will grant you eternal life that seward is like….. holding out on. seward is not like, avoiding steps that he knows would if followed lead to renfield chilling out on the absorbing the life of smaller organisms thing. seward doesn’t actually know how to provide treatment that would result in meaningful change, and it’s not because he’s a bad doctor, it’s because that treatment didn’t exist in 1897 and very possibly still doesn’t now - the state of the art of psychiatry continues to include a lot of guesswork and a lot of things for basically anything identified as a psychiatric condition that work for some patients and not others, rarely with any kind of deep understanding of why or of how to predict who might benefit from what protocol. some things identified as disorders continue to elude meaningful treatment. and, like, you can look at all that and say, well, seward could try to find ways to help him that would make him more comfortable or functional or whatever, but i actually do think that that is part of his aim and just as you can’t like neatly cleave the compassion and empathy he shows to other characters from his mistreatment of renfield, i don’t think you can totally separate out his weirdness and games-playing with renfield from his desire to understand him with the goal of ultimately perhaps providing some kind of help to renfield directly or to someone like him in the future through the progression of science (this is basically his argument about vivisection, right? which, unless i am drastically misreading this based on missing historical context, seward was… literally right about? unless you are against the [consensual] use of autopsies to study the human body and expressiom/etiology of disease or of cadavers as a teaching tool?) it’s not an altruistic desire and he is very clearly eyeing renfield with his own professional ambition in mind and also using his ambition to distract himself from his Problems (not very well). but i don’t think the fact that it’s complicated or impure means it’s inherently insincere and i think (this is why i care about this concept) basically all human beings ever are fundamentally incapable of knowing for certain their own motives and whether they eg want to do good or want to feel that they are good or be seen as good (if you try to argue me on this i will mentally file you on the Even Worse At This Than Most side of the spectrum). and, like, i don’t know, the nice thing about fiction is that it’s made up and doesn’t matter so there’s no real world concerns here to weigh against wrestling with the question of how a figure like this, smart and clueless and ambitious and caring and cold and selfish and selfless, might be in some ways a mirror, rather than just going “rip to jack seward but i’m different.” i mean, like, if you want. i’m not your mom.

#dracula daily

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