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Who I am is who I am not, but who I am not is who I am

[hmdaaaa]

till Death do us part (never) 🐍⚡

[supernatural9000]

"Till Death Do Us Part (Never)"

Blood dripped in a steady rhythm, the sound faint in the vast silence of the room. Harry Potter stood beneath the makeshift altar, his glasses askew, one lens cracked from the earlier skirmish. His wedding robes—if one could call the bloodstained, shredded fabric that—clung to his form. His hand trembled, clutching the hilt of Gryffindor's sword, the blade still slick with blood.

Across from him sat Tom Riddle, an eerie stillness to his pale features, despite the gaping wound over his heart. His black suit was immaculate, or it might have been if not for the deep crimson bloom staining the chest. He smirked, as if death was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"Till death do us part," Tom drawled, his voice soft yet cutting, "what a quaint concept."

Harry's breath hitched, the overwhelming stench of copper and magic almost suffocating. "You—you’re supposed to be dead," he rasped. His green eyes burned, not with the usual defiance, but something far more broken.

Tom leaned forward, his movements slow, deliberate, as though savoring every moment of Harry’s disbelief. A crimson thread—magic, lifeblood, and a soul tether all in one—connected the two of them. It glowed faintly, pulsating in time with their hearts.

"Death is hardly an obstacle when one has made arrangements," Tom purred. He gestured to the thread. "Do you like my gift? A Horcrux bound by marriage. Truly, Harry, you should be flattered."

"Flattered?" Harry's grip tightened on the sword, his knuckles whitening. "You murdered half the Order—half the guests—just to drag me into this!"

Tom tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with something disturbingly close to affection. "A necessary sacrifice. Love demands commitment, after all. And you—" He reached out, his hand ghosting over Harry’s bloodied cheek. "You were always destined to be mine."

The words made Harry’s stomach churn, but the cursed tether binding them burned at his resistance. He tried to pull away, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Tom’s touch despite every instinct screaming at him to run.

"Why me?" Harry whispered, his voice cracking. "You could have anyone. You’re Voldemort. You don’t need—"

"But I want you," Tom interrupted, his tone sharp, final. "The Boy Who Lived. The thorn in my side. The one who defied me time and time again. Do you know how intoxicating that is, Harry? To possess the one thing that could destroy me."

Harry’s knees buckled, and he fell forward, caught only by Tom’s arms. The tether thrummed with approval, tightening its hold. Tom’s breath was warm against his ear as he whispered, "Say it, Harry. Bind us properly."

Tears welled in Harry’s eyes, but they didn’t fall. "I—"

"Shh," Tom cooed, pulling him closer. "There’s no escape now. No death, no freedom. Only us. Forever."

As the tether flared to life, binding their souls in eternal torment—or perhaps love twisted beyond recognition—Harry could only think of how tragically fitting it was. A wedding vow soaked in blood, bound by magic, and sealed with despair.

"Till death do us part," Tom murmured again, his lips brushing Harry’s temple, "and even then...not."

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Dc x dp reincarnation prompt part 2

This is a lose follow-up of this post. (Quick recap if you don’t wanna go through it: this is the au where danny is a reincarnated martha wayne and sam is reincarnated thomas wayne. They fall through a portal and end up in Gotham where Sam starts getting her memory back and passes out.)

After red hood spots them, Danny gets them back to the realms coz he’s worried about Sam still being unconscious. He gets them to frostbite who’s says she’s fine and that she’s just getting her memories back. And then eventually they both get their memories back and they’re both like, omg Bruce! They assume he’s dead (I mean their murderer shot them both, it makes sense they don't dare hope Bruce is not) so they just pass the word to the whole realms that whoever can find Bruce Wayne(‘s ghost) will be rewarded by the high king of the zone. And for years nobody finds anything. Then one ghost by chance happens upon the dc dimension and sees Bruce Wayne and goes “omg it’s the prince!” So he tries to kidnap Bruce who just freaks out, fights back, and manages to escape. Maybe he overhears the ghosts talking, “the bounty/recompense was only for dead, there wasn’t a specification for if he was alive”. So Bruce is like ok these people want me dead. The whole batclan is being super protective of their dad and the ghosts just go: “the prince has children! We should bring them too right?”

Bruce contacts Constantine for help urgently. Constantine comes by and just goes, “hm, yeah. Well, basically you’re fucked.” And eventually the whole family gets whisked away to the ghost zone where they meet the grandparents.

here for the tags:) @amercurio @meira-3919 @starscreamlover

[maribatshipper]

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

I think someone reports back to Danny and Sam, only for them to make a new order, "If he's not dead, don't make him dead! We just want him with us!"

[supernatural9000]

One particularly idiotic ghost: Your highness, the person you search for is unfortunately not dead but do not worry this one can fix that.

Danny & Sam: DON’T KILL OUR SON.

Danny: Just inform him that we would like to meet him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 65

“Oh what the fuck-” It was supposed to be a quiet night- no breakouts in Arkham and for once the asylum is actually full of most of their rogues. And the others were already taking care of Scarecrow and Penguin was- as far as he knew- doing legal things at the lounge at the time. So somebody tell him why there’s this giant… thing that could give Grundy a run for his money in should be dead a thousand times over was pulling itself out of a sewer tunnel. Like seriously, he can see the blood and infection and whatever else dripping from honestly filthy bandages all on its arms that look a hint too long the more he looks through the binoculars, and it’s glowing this sickly green that reminds him way too much like the Pits. That isn’t even getting started on the mouth- the only part visible of their face due to the wild mane of what might be white hair but was hard to tell under the amount of blood- that stretched far too wide. He even swore he could see fangs! Not to mention the cloak that he wants to say is a knockoff of B’s, but honestly he can swear he sees it moving, twisting like lashing tails of shadow, or like Ivy’s vines. Its hands are long and gnarled, tipped in claws that dig into the concrete as it pushes itself to a frankly horrifying height. And oh fuck, not only did it have some sort of giant sword, but there was a small child sitting on its shoulder without any sign of realizing the danger they were in-

Danny is having fun, his ghost-mom Amity is out on a date with another city spirit, Mr Bludhaven- so he gets to hang out with grandma? grandpa? (honestly who has time for gender when there’s curses to beat back!) Gotham! It would perhaps be better if he wasn’t unknowingly making said city spirit visible to those who aren’t death-touched or liminal… Oh well! 

[supernatural9000]

It was supposed to be a quiet night.

Jason Todd hated when things didn’t go according to plan. He had been looking forward to the break—Arkham was quiet for once, most of Gotham's rogues locked up or occupied elsewhere. Scarecrow was being handled by the others, and Penguin, for once, wasn’t causing a headache, tucked away in his club doing whatever legal business he liked to pretend he was invested in. So why in the ever-loving hell was there something crawling out of the sewers that could give Solomon Grundy nightmares?

“Fucking Christ,” Jason muttered under his breath, pressing his binoculars harder against his eyes as if the action might make the scene in front of him make more sense.

The… thing, because calling it anything else would just be inaccurate, was half-crawling, half-dragging itself out of the sewers. Blood and who-knew-what-else soaked through filthy bandages that wrapped around its arms, which—now that he stared longer—looked unnervingly long. Its limbs had that grotesque wrongness to them, like they had been pulled and twisted, with fingers ending in claws that scraped the concrete, leaving gouges as it moved.

Even worse, the thing was glowing a sickly green that made Jason’s stomach turn. The Lazarus Pits always left him on edge, but this? This was different, a hue that was both familiar and alien, somehow alive in ways that made him think of curses and ancient, buried things.

And the mouth. Jason gagged slightly. It was the only visible part of the creature’s face beneath the wild, blood-matted mane of hair. Stretched far too wide, lips cracking around what looked like—were those fangs?—it leered, a nightmarish grin carved into its features.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the thing wore a cloak. A black, swirling cloak that Jason almost mistook for fabric, but now that he stared longer, he swore it moved on its own. Tendrils, like living shadows, licked at the air, twisting in patterns like Ivy’s vines but more… sentient. It was a dark mimicry of Batman’s own cape, but there was something much older, more primal about it.

And because this night wasn’t horrifying enough, a giant sword hung from its back, gleaming in the dim streetlight as the creature pulled itself fully out of the tunnel.

Jason cursed, ready to pull out his guns when he spotted it—the small child sitting on the thing’s shoulder.

Jason blinked.

The kid—maybe six or seven, eight at most—sat happily on top of the nightmare, clutching something small and shiny. There was no fear, no hesitation, not even a glimmer of concern. The little boy—because yeah, that was a boy, despite the short black hair that could’ve gone either way—was actually swinging his legs back and forth, humming something Jason couldn’t make out. The boy’s tiny legs didn’t even reach halfway down the monster’s chest, and Jason could see a small sword strapped to his back like he was some kind of mini-knight.

Jason, still in partial disbelief at what he was seeing, made out the details of the boy’s outfit—something in blue and black, with what looked like… stars on his jacket? It didn’t matter. What mattered was why this kid didn’t seem to realize he was sitting on the shoulder of a walking horror that made Grundy look like a kitten. And more importantly, what the hell was he doing here?

Jason flicked on his comms.

“Uh, B? Got a situation here.”

A gruff voice answered after a moment. “Report.”

Jason sighed, feeling the urge to rub his temples but resisting. “You’re not gonna believe me. I don’t even believe me.”

“Spit it out, Todd.”

“Okay, so I’ve got a walking corpse thing crawling out of the sewers. It’s got claws, glowing green, bandages everywhere like some kind of undead mummy from hell, and—oh yeah—it’s carrying a child.”

There was a pause on the other end.

“… Are you sure?”

“Am I sure?” Jason hissed. “Bruce, I’m staring right at it. It’s got a mouth like a goddamn shark, a sword that looks like it could cleave a tank in two, and the kid’s just chilling there, having the time of his life!”

Jason pulled the binoculars down again, his gaze flicking from the creature to the kid. He felt his stomach churn, though whether from the glowing green that reminded him too much of the Lazarus Pit or the eerie calmness of the whole scene, he wasn’t sure. Either way, it didn’t sit right.

“Does the child seem in danger?” Bruce’s voice asked over the comms, sharp as always.

Jason hesitated, biting back his immediate response. “No, but—B, you should see this thing. It’s—” He stopped short when the child suddenly hopped down from the creature’s shoulder, landing lightly on the cracked pavement. Jason tensed, his body coiled to jump in if the kid so much as made a wrong move, but to his disbelief, the boy ran over to the sewer opening and pulled something out.

A moment later, Jason saw it: another sword, tiny and glittering, perfectly sized for the child’s small hands.

The kid turned around, flashing a proud grin at the giant corpse-monster, and Jason nearly choked when the thing—actually smiled back.

“Bruce, what the fuck is going on?”

The monster—a twisted, hulking thing that Jason swore had no business existing outside of Arkham’s worst nightmares—was actually playful. He watched, stunned, as the kid gave a wave, then charged into the nearest alley, the giant undead creature lumbering after him, claws scraping against the concrete, cloak of shadows swirling around them.

And then it hit him.

The strange, twisted feeling in the air. That pull he hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t just some random monster. This thing—whatever it was—was connected to the city. To Gotham.

A realization slammed into him, cold and hard, when he saw the twisted shadows that seemed almost… protective. Jason swallowed thickly.

Gotham wasn’t just a city tonight.

It was alive.

And the little boy? The one who looked like he couldn’t have cared less that he was hanging out with a horror show?

He was a part of it too.

Danny hummed softly, swinging his legs as he stared down at the little sword in his hand. He was having fun tonight. Grandma Gotham was always so sweet, letting him run around and play like this, especially since Mom was out with Mr. Bludhaven on their date.

It was nice having so many cities to visit.

[trans-ralsei]

[trans-ralsei]

[caughtthedarkness93]

I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.

[supernatural9000]

Hopefully 🤞 I get a job

[laharl-sama]

[honeyycurl]

This is very important if you’re ever in a situation similar this pretend that you’re dead don’t scream and @#!*%

[twevara]

my dad told us this if someone shoots up our school

SUPER IMPORTANT

BEST TIP

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS

[shrinking-ulzzang-deactivated20]

not even a joke we learned this in Police Explorers and put it on your clothing as well but go quickly because you don’t know where the person is.

[bootleg-firework-deactivated201]

This is what school children in America are taught. That is so wrong on so many fucking levels and there are still people who believe gun control in any form is a bad thing.

let me reiterate SCHOOL CHILDREN IN A SUPPOSEDLY FIRST WORLD COUNTRY ARE TAUGHT THE SAME THINGS AS PEOPLE IN ACTIVE WAR ZONES BECAUSE THE THREAT OF BEING KILLED IN A SHOOTING IS SO HIGH.

[starcrossedcherik-deactivated20]

the bit in caps here is making me rethink my stance on gun control 

shit

[appropriately-inappropriate]

I’m reblogging this because as my follower count goes up, the odds of this saving a life do too.

[bronzewitchhazel]

My elementary school had drills telling us what to do in such an emergency. This is exactly what they told us. AND NOW FOR A FACT: IN CALIFORNIA YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REGISTER A SHOTGUN!

[iwantineedthebooty]

I live in America, and I was only taught to hide and be quiet. I had to learn this on Tumblr. If one more person says that technology is ruining children, they best shut the hell up because this could be saving lives

[dailypattondoodles]

^^^^^

[hannahs-creations-deactivated20]

You know what I love about this post?

People are sharing about its importance WITHOUT TRYING TO GUILT PEOPLE INTO REBLOGGING.

Great job, everybody!

[inactive-ironic-ken]

I still wanna Reblog because holy crap I never thought about something like this to help people out

And those shootings are completely stupid, random and everywhere and I’m really scared ;-;

[angelicdevil]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS FROM AN ADULT CARTOON FOR A SECOND BUT THEN I REMEMBERED LIKE HOLY SHIT MAN

[starry-bi-sky]

I want to be a teacher! I really really do. But…

Not in America. Never in America. P

[bootdork]

I wish it was easier to talk about mobile phone addiction without sounding like a boomer

[bootdork]

Phone addiction (specifically social media addiction) is real and it's not a joke and it is everywhere. Phone addiction literally reduces the grey matter of your brain. It's no secret young adults are more anxious and depressed than ever; more lonely than ever; more aimless than ever. Do you remember being a hugely creative kid, and feel like that spark is gone now? Can't sleep at night? Yeah, your GABA receptors are probably fucked from getting hits every 60 seconds from checking your phone. What's your daily screen time like? 6 hours? 12? These are common numbers. It's insane! It's insane and it's deliberate. Companies make more money from you when you're brain is fried from scrolling 10 hours a day through meaningless content.

But it can be reversed. Start small. If you hit this post then take 5 minutes to put your phone down in another room and do something. Do a crossword. Go for a walk. Be present! CBT is a hugely successful therapy for phone addiction and can even reverse the damage done to your brain.

I get it. I have dozens of beloved friends online, and I'm more informed now than I would ever have been without access to the Internet, but wouldn't it be nice to wonder sometimes? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to go outside and not itch for your phone screen? To have that creativity and confidence back? Start small. Start now.

[supernatural9000]

I truly agree but I can’t help it

[thepeacefulgarden]

[breannasfluff]

DPxDC fandom, how old are you?

18 and under

19-21

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25-27

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31-33

34-36

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56+

Voting ended onSep 17, 2024

Reblog for bigger sample size!

[youcalledsworld]

Wedding Thief

There have been a string of thefts in Gotham (which isn't unusual) that were confusing Batman, all involving things for a wedding. There were no finger prints, no signs of break ins and no cameras caught the thief. After finding out what the thief would steal next he placed a tracker on it.

When the thief stole it Batman followed it to a graveyard. While staking it out he saw a young girl around 5-7 with violet eyes commanding a floating boy with white hair around the same age, to set up the stolen objects in a way that resembles a wedding.

[imhereandiexist]

(first time trying to write here)

Batman looked at the kids that were currently organizing their "wedding". They couldn't be older than 7. The little girl wore a black version of a wedding dress, she had a crown of flowers on her head and looked fairly adorable. The boy was wearing a suit over what looked like a hazmat suit, he also had a crown of flowers on his head.

It should be a cute scene. It would be adorable in other context, two kids having a fake wedding and wearing crowns of flowers. Instead, all Bruce could feel was the pain in his heart.

The boy, the little 7 years old boy, was a ghost.

He was pale, so pale he was almost translucent. His hair looked like weird mist on the ends and he glowed on the dark of the cemetery.

He is dead.

After they decided it was enough, they stopped in front of each other. Holding hands and staring the other in the eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" The boy, Danny was what the girl called him, asked.

"Yes, I am. No stupid accident will keep us apart." Sam answered immediately.

Another sharp pain on Bruce's heart. Accident. The boy died on an accident. They knew each other before his death. They stole wedding things just so they could have their own wedding, even if it was on the cemetery.

Bruce now had a dilema. Should he stop this? Should he stop them?

Is there love more pure than of a child? This kids... They literally decided to not let death do them apart. Who is Batman to separate them?

[supernatural9000]

What about if due to various reasons the everlasting trio died maybe GIW, Fentons or whatever in DP universe then get reincarnated into DC verse. Maybe Danny dies again in an accident, the accident causes them to remember their past life. Danny is now a full ghost but has the ability to disguise as a human like spectra. Since they weren’t able to get married in their last life Sam decided that they should get married in this life despite their young age with Tucker as the best man/platonic third.

Danny: Sam I can wait till it’s your time, I want you to live your life without clinging to a ghost.

Sam: I don’t care, it’s my life and I want to marry you.

Batman: “I’m not sure I should support this or try to talk the girl out of this.”

[zillychu]

human form reveal! he wears his hair in a variety of styles, which include: whatever Sam or Tuck want to do that day (if left alone he will simply do nothing and get it caught in everything)

[acidclownsoup-deactivated202409]

@staff @staff @staff BAN. THE. FUCKING. P!RN. BOTS. Holy shit. I am sick and tired of seeing everyone taking it into their own hands to report spam and p!rn bots when they shouldn't have this problem ya'll need to ban the bots and DO YOUR JOB like, literally minors (including me) and sex-repulsed ppl have been exposed to nsfw images or spam in the asexual/aromantic tags when when all we're trying to do is connect with our community You guys have the AUDACITY to ban trans women blogs for no fuckin reason but don't lift a finger to stop the p!rn and spam bots infiltrating tags???? do fucking better, Tumblr staff.

[thevoidstaredback]

@staff

[supernatural9000]

Seriously, I’ve blocked and reported like hundreds of them by now

@staff

[shepherdingthepie-deactivated20]

alright tumblr, I need to know

What is your zodiac sign?

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Voting ended onJun 24, 2024

Hey uh do me a favor and reblog this! I wanna reach as many users as possible with this one

[supernatural9000]

I had an interesting dream,

It was a KNY based with some Naruto elements.

Basically Giyuu/Tengen (not sure) was related to this family that had the bone Kekki Genkai of the Naruto Kaguya clan. And he didn’t know until a distant Aunt of his visited and protected him using it. After seeing that, the remaining Hashiras thought she was a demon and tried to kill her but she created a bone cage and locked them in it before explaining the origin of her abilities.

[saveyourhelplessspite]

DONT SCROLL THIS IS IMPORTANT!

im begging anyone who sees this post to prevent rapesexual, im begging you. no one will see this but if you do reblog to get the message out that these fuckers exist and dont deserve to exist heres the flag so you can know who to fucking block, report and tell to fuck off

i dont want this to ruin the pride and help with self esteem of being lgbtq+ so a signal boost from larger accounts might be nice

[nev-valkyriesdottir]

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[official-pietro-maximoff]

@pietros-wife @therealbuckybarnes @red-guardian-alexei-shostakov @thorodinson @theironcan @nighttimewitchgirl

[kates-woman]

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[goddess-of-birds-deactivated202]

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[childlike-fire]

Tagging everyone that shows up alphabetically until I hit max tags

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[gimmick-remover]

I found their gimmick and oh boy will I remove it

They are D I S G U S T I N G

[antiquitian-empire]

this is making me genuinely angry wtf is wrong with people

[deactivated-blog]

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Spread the word

[realsafari]

As a victim, I am sick to my fucking stomach. Spread the word right the fuck now.

[thatacefrog]

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[yourfavoritecanniballady]

WTF WTF WTFFFFFFFF?!?!!!?! GET THIS SHIT OUT OF HERE WHAT THE HELL NAW THESE PEOPLE NEED TO BURN IN HELL NAWWW GET OUTTA HERE THIS AINT OKAY!!!

@tigerbluethunder @red-write-hand @ritzy-biscuit @reporternox @elsa-fogen @hazeybay @official-alastor @alastors-microphone @alastor-the-demon @radiostarsz @a-hazbin-soul @ask-cursed-cat-alastor @ask-theradio-demon @dibmembraneisgoodlooking @grandma-susan @hellishradio @hhactorauofficial @jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear @xxsmilingdeerxx @charlastor @crazyhologramhologram @breedemon @nikkilotte @markster666

please repost. This is not okay whatsoever.

[elsa-fogen]

i'm sure most of you saw this already but still

This is just 💀💀💀

[servusapollinis]

@amagnificentobsession you know the drill

(I’m sorry if this shtick is getting annoying I just aaa)

[i-like-pandas5]

@brodiedoesthings this is fucking disgusting and disappointing, pls tag lots of people for awareness

[very-real-australia]

@spain-unofficial

@definitely-canada

@antiquitian-empire

@totally-italy

@official-denmark

@quebec-official

@true-blue-straya

@definitely-britain

@silver-ace-of-spades

@acedragonphilosopher

@horrorsbeyondthycomprehension

@bananapudding752

@kat4884

@dragonsrepic1

@cipher-of-the-round-table

@nickbutnodick

@midnightfox-again

@numberlover1729

@1amhumans

@lostlosersclub

@c4rdkingd0m

@chaos-ace

@pretentious-media

@justafanbutcurious

@rorythinks

@totallynotaraccoonindiscuise

@lukadjo

@prodomius

@tarantulaluv

@half-eaten-baguetteee

@fox-fiona-felix-feebee

These fuckers need to burn in the darkest pits of hell, everyone needs to reblog this

[totally-italy]

This is honestly horrific.

@the-official-goose-god, @the-gimmick-archive, @shakespeareofficialaccount, @france-unofficial, @the-official-italy, @totally-sardinia, @totally-france, @definitely-brasil, @denmark-forreal, @the-red-planet-mars and @the-lovely-planet-earth.

[improcrasinatingrightnow]

@unlikelytalezombie @brokenaroacecode

I would tag more people, but I can't remember blog names, and to you two I did tag, I'm sorry if I bothered you.

[unlikelytalezombie-deactivated2]

WTF (thanks for the tag :) )

@thegreatgeodo

@mybirdis-theradiodemon @helluvaandhazbinarelife +probably forgot people

[mybirdis-theradiodemon]

Some people are just... gross

@adam-is-emo @squishedbirb @n-j128 @creepypastaphase @justletmestayawakeatthispoint

@starberrymothh @brokenaroacecode

[furryrainbowscreature]

What the actual shit is this

@eatmyfandoms @worldsbiggestnerd101 @starberrymothh @camcamino

[brokenaroacecode-deactivated202]

@bobvelsebanswers @nottapossum @mydinnercult @mybirdis-theradiodemon @starberrymoth

@asmodeusthelustful @fizzythefrog

@moxxies-wife @thelogicalimp

@valentinos-pimp @roachking

[sweetest-starlight]

THIS IS STRANGE

@projectmoonlightproductions @0-numa-0 @kgthesillyclown @sundove88 @kogglyuffs @kotymeaw @outrightelm @clarityroses @cosmica-candy @cosmicwhoreo @space-writer

[sundove88]

This is straight. Up.

DISGUSTING!!!

Tagging: Everyone who should be careful about this!!!

[frosity]

@fair-night-starry-tears @zexal-club @liviavanrouge @insomniac-jay

[fair-night-starry-tears]

This is why the world disappoints me every day.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @rose-tea-and-strawberries @lovelybuefood @queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @liviavanrouge

[queen-of-twisted]

Each day, I wanna throw up from how humanity is nowadays.

@zexal-club @kousaka-ayumu @liviavanrouge @fair-night-starry-tears @the-weirdos-mind @writing-heiress @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @tragedytells-tales

[supernatural9000]

What the fuck people, what inhumane person created this?

[supernatural9000]

Annie's Letter

Dear my beloved descendants (if I have any) or whatever remains of humanity,

 I am writing this letter as someone living in the year 2050 to tell you how this war began. As they say, "History is always written by the winners", so I will not be surprised if somethings are left out in the official retelling. As I write this letter, I am currently in hiding as I am one of the last few remaining pure humans left in existence because we are currently being hunted down by what I call the "Mutated Ones"and I'm not sure I may survive to tell the story in person. This dystopian situation began in the year 2025 when NASA officially launched its previously announced plans to send people to an asteroid. After the successful completion of that mission with said people returning a year later with no immediately identifiable side-effects the next thing on their agenda was to prepare for the journey to Mars. We as a species were united (to my knowledge) in our amazement at how far we have come since we started this space-faring journey. 

My family and I watched from the living room TV of the hotel we were staying at, the official take-off to Mars. On that specific day I would never forget June 21st, 2035. I remember that day quite vividly as my family and I had decided to spend the summer holidays in what was then Orlando, USA. It was a kind of family reunion as we hadn't seen each other in a while. After exploring, we decided to watch the live recording of the take-off to Mars. At that time, it was an amazing thing to behold, seemingly the pinnacle of everything humanity has been striving for unknowing of what it was heralding.

With the spacecraft having been launched, everyone went back to what they were doing. It seemed like business as usual until two years later in the year 2037 when it was announced that NASA had received word from their colleagues on Mars, that they had begun to build a settlement, but more supplies and personnel were required. A lesser-known fact was that NASA had begun to partner with Space-X as the Mars project was becoming too big for one organization to handle. In the year 2040 more personnel were sent to Mars while some from the original trip returned. I know this is because I was one of said personnel. According to the people in charge at that time, my outstanding work in the field of biochemistry and environmental engineering had been recognized and they need a scientist to help them in discovering a way to grow food on Mars. Despite my shock and confusion, I agreed to sign a contract with them (NASA and SpaceX). Within two months I was prepped and sent to the red planet where I would be working on for the foreseeable future. The astronauts that returned also showed no immediately detectable side effects, so once again the mission was celebrated as a success and a huge step forward for humanity. At that time, we had not known that the astronauts that had gone to Mars and the asteroid had become carriers of some sort of bacteria or virus that we had never seen before and therefore couldn't quite prepare for.

 Upon my arrival on the red planet, I was introduced to the group of fellow scientists that I would be working with. My then colleague and I set to work on comparing the soil samples that were collected from Mars with the soil samples we brought from Earth to see if there was any way to make the soil samples from Mars able to grow anything. After numerous failures, I decided to personally observe the Martian samples underneath a microscope, from which I noticed some sort of bacteria I couldn't place despite the numerous research I carried out. I would be dishonest to say, I played no role in the current disaster. In the name of science, disregarding my instincts, conscience and morals I conducted experiments with the then newly discovered Mars bacteria. After obtaining a sample of the bacteria from the Martian soil, I tested it on the soil samples from Earth. There had been no obvious/visible side effects, though under the microscope I noticed some changes in the soil composition. I then conducted some white mice trials to see where the visible side effects began. At first, the animals seemed to be okay with no immediate side effects but after introducing a somewhat stable mixture made up of mostly uranium235 and plutonium-239 some very unnatural side effects began to occur. Some of the mice seemingly died and came back to life, some mutated in varyingly strange ways and the rest just stayed dead. Extreme mutations were noted down, some of which were: wing growth, appearance of multiple eyes, growth of extra limbs and seemingly extra organs as well as other less extreme mutations. After observing what had occurred, I was immediately horrified by the situation. I told my bosses what had occurred thinking that they too would be horrified and call for the project to be cancelled but they only seemed pleased. According to them, this could be a way for humans to evolve enough to survive on Mars. They wanted to immediately proceed with human trials, though I tried my best to counsel and advise against such things I could only delay it. I had thoughts of destroying my previously beloved research and running away but I knew that if I didn't do it someone else would and they may not be as morally conscious as I am and even if I did run away, I wouldn't have been able to get back to earth without being caught. There was no escape for me.

 In the year 2045, after two years of research I had finally (reluctantly) finished the serum that could be tested on humans, though I was still stuck in the Martian base running trials to decide who would become the first batch of volunteer test subjects to be injected with what was newly called the MARS serum. My greatest regrets since that day was not destroying my research and informing my bosses of the results. As I look into the eyes of these volunteers who had no idea of what they were getting into, some of whom I may be causing very painful deaths, I could only bow my head in shame and sadness. Tears streamed down my eyes as the soldiers screamed after being injected with the serum. It haunts me till this day when I remember Harry, a boy aged 23 who had only signed up to get some benefits for his elderly parents died in complete agony from the serum. His dull, lifeless eyes seemed to stare into mine asking why I had done this, but I could not respond. I remember names and ages of each and every soldier that was injected with the MARS serum, both those I personally injected and the ones I didn't. Altogether there were 150 of them. I am sure there were more casualties of this ill-fated exercise that I wasn't aware of. The 150 mentioned by me are the ones I knew of, with the youngest victim being Harry aged 23 to the oldest Nicolas age 45. I cringe at the thought of the number of soldiers those known and unknown, who wereaffected. I cringe at the thought that even if some of them survived the serum, their lives would never be the same again. Each day I had to watch, observe and take notes of how each volunteer reacted to the serum, if there were any recognizable patterns that could help me (more of them than me though) achieve more positive results. Positive results being mutations that would be supposedly be helpful for survival on Mars. This meant more tests and research needed to be done to find a way to predict and control what kind of mutations could occur. It was like an unending punishment, a Sisyphean task, something that could not be completed. The only thing I could do was get an 85% accuracy test on possible kinds of mutation the injected person could get but there was no way of choosing the mutation. 

 After 3 years of that hellscape, on October 15th ,2048 I worked up my courage to burn down my lab, all my research (apart from some notes that I carried with me so as to see if I could come up with a way to reverse the damage I caused) and all available samples of the MARS serum before running away to meet up with who I believed was the only morally-sane person in that entire base on Mars apart from the unknowing volunteers at the take-off point. At that time, I had been completely isolated from what was happening on earth apart from the fact that the volunteers that survived had returned back to earth. I was only allowed to contact my loved ones once every 6 months and the messages were monitored. So, I was unaware of the war that the US had started with the rest of the world. When I asked my then friend and astronaut about what had occurred on Earth in my absence, he only shook his head and frowned. He told me that the only reason that he could help me escape was that the base I was staying in was pretty much abandoned due to the war on Earth as all hands-on deck were required. After prying out the entire story from my friend, I realized that at some point in the last eight years while I was stuck in the lab on Mars, the whole world had gone apocalyptic. Being in the same environment as the nuclear weapons as well as being in the presence of the MARS soldiers (the former volunteers) had caused the caused the astronauts that had gone to space to mutate as well. While the rest of the world either permanently died; died and woke up as some sort of undead zombie thing, mutated; or for some luckily (or unlucky depending on your point of view) remained purely human. 

 I wasn't sure how to feel after hearing the news because I had technically caused the world to end. That wasn't something I ever wanted to check off my bucket list but there was nothing I could have done at that point. All I could do at that point was find somewhere to hide and check-up on my family. After coming to that conclusion, I asked Tony (just realized I never gave his name) what we were doing next. He then informed me that he had a place set up for me and that after dropping me off he was heading back to the war base to figure out how to defeat the undead and mutated ones. I was confused by what he meant by war base, but after seeing my confusion he informed me that while the war between humans might have ended, the war between humans and the rest (mutated and undead) was just beginning.

 Having a place to myself after almost eight (8) years of being surrounded by people gave me a lot to think about, now that I recall. I remember feeling quite lonely and disturbed about the situation I had found myself in. While contacting my family after months of radio silence, I was informed by my siblings that our parents had passed on (thankfully remaining dead and coming back as an undead as that would have been painful); a couple of our close relatives mutated; some certain unwanted relatives (I'm pretty sure everyone has some of those) undead but thankfully the majority were still human including them. After a few weeks of wallowing in self-pity, I decided to get up and join in the war efforts instead of being useless. When I introduced myself and my reluctant part to play in causing what was being referred to as the end of the world. While some were angry and reluctant to work with me (understandably so); most put their grudges aside when they realized that I was in no way a willing participant in causes of the war, and I had brought my research notes with me after escaping so as to find a way to reverse the mutations (and to them quite possibly the undead). 

 After a few months (almost a year) of constant training and research, by June 2049 I was ready to join the front lines with the first official prototype of the anti-MARS serum. When I was later asked what happened during the battle I wasn't able to recall it completely or accurately. From what I do remember, the day started pretty well, but after my team and I found our first group of undead everything became a blur. I remember testing out my serum on the undead and getting three different reactions: some turned human again, some died completely, and the rest just became more vicious. Despite our losses, it was regarded as a victory, and it seemed like hope was on the horizon. I won't lie I also I had a bit of hope that everything would go well, and things would go back to the way they were. So, after what was seemingly a sign of things becoming better, I went back to the drawing board to find out why some of the undead became more vicious. 

 After a couple more months of research, I found out that some of the mutated had evolved due to what could possibly be a higher dosage of the serum. I speculated that the volunteers who were given the serum behind my back might have been given a different dosage from what I specified. Though I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle, I collated my information (and speculations) and shared it with the leader of the base (Olivia), who in turn shared with me the current reports of the undead hunting. It seemed like with each hunt less people came back and the undead became more organized. It had become an extremely dire situation that was without the presence of what I call a hunter mutated (a mutated that had tracking abilities), as each and every time a human exits the base to grab supplies or hunt undead, they always appear with more undead. When a couple more similar situations occurred, we realized that the mutated ones might have some ability to control the undead. That was when it clicked for me that the original mutated ones (the volunteers) who had gotten a higher dosage most likely had stronger abilities.One of such abilities, being to control the undead. From what we noticed only specific mutated ones appear with the undead and the undead seemed to listen to their orders. While I would have loved to do more research, we received news that some of our sister bases were systematically being found and destroyed. With every human being killed with extreme prejudice or kidnapped for some unknown purpose, it gave us our final theory that these specific mutated ones were using the undead to track down the remaining humans. 

In summary, I will round up this letter on this day (according to my device) May 8th, 2050, by stating that I leave to whoever finds this letter, my research notes (in the envelope) with the hope that you may discover how to fix what I reluctantly started. While I would love to write more, I can hear them coming and they don't exactly sound happy. I'm sorry for what I've left on your shoulders, good luck. 

The most likely dead scientist,

 Dr. Annie V. Maxfield 

[welcometosasakiworld]

DPXDC prompt #49

Bruce decides to send Damian to their distant cousins, The Fentons, after Robin disobeyed once again in patrol.

But now Damian doesn't want to leave Amity Park.

[littlemrscookie]

Why can I see Damian asking for a pet and Maddie and Jack allow it and it turns out to be a punch of ghost animals. Damian wouldn't allow them to hurt them and with the help of (his katana) Jazz, Danny, Sam and Tucker (and Danni and Dan) make the Fenton parents see that ghosts ARE sentient. (Dan glaring maniacally from behind the teens)

[welcometosasakiworld]

Nah! They probably would search to buy a bigger house to have enough space!

Now Damian doesn't want to leave Danny to deal with Hero Work, he doesn't want to leave his pets

[supernatural9000]

Bruce: Damian it’s time to return

Damian: You sent me away so I claimed Amity as mine

[supernatural9000]

Happy Birthday Malleus,

May this year be better for you and may your smiles continue forever.