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Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking about the DreamSMP again. And rewriting my Mama Puffy fic....again. And changing headcanons...again.
Imagine an intense moment where Michael and Dream cross paths and Ranboo immediately panics. Ranboo would go full agro-enderman and claws Dream while howling ‘don’t you DARE touch my son’. Cue an emotionally destroying moment where Dream reveals his power over Ranboo, showing off that he could have escaped at any point but was stalling for time, for his grand plan.
Imagine Tubbo screaming Ranboo’s name, begging him to snap out of it. Only to be met with cold, hostile eyes staring back at him.
Imagine the Syndicate getting the news, Technoblade stricken with guilt because he feels like he could have done more to protect one of the only people he trusts(that or Dream called in his favor and Techno freed him from the Vault). The Syndicate and SnowChester teaming up to rescue Ranboo and they search through all kinds of ancient ruins and tomes for anything that explains the EnderWalk state.
Phil mentions seeing something like this before, a long, long time ago. Back in his early days of adventuring he came across a stronghold and discovered the End Portal. And to his utter horror, a huge creature crawled out of the lit up portal. The fight that ensued could barely be called a fight, if Philza wasn’t the Angel of Death he would have died. A while later he discovers a Young Technoblade, recently exiled, stumbling and heavily injured. Techno shares what happened, years back a monster appeared. This monster was no other, it was far worse then even the dreaded Withers and Ender Dragon of legend. This beast demanded a sacrifice of 14 people yearly so it would not crush the empire. Every soul was too scared to fight or was crushed like a bug by this beast. So young Techno steps up, declaring that he would slay the beast. The battle was long and brutal, but Techno managed to win. But instead of being met with gratefulness and cheer upon arriving home, he was attacked by everyone he risked his life to protect. He was called a blood-thirsty monster and was hunted like an animal. He had no choice but to flee, that was when he ran into Philza. Philza could tell Techno was meant to become the Blood god and what needed to happen, it just so happened that there was an empire’s worth of people that deserved retribution. So with the massive sacrifice Techno, upon dying, was made into the Blood God.
But, those people had been taken over by the monster Techno thought he killed. This beast is the Dreamon, just not known as that at the time. The ‘Beast’ became the Dreamon much later. People spoke of a horrifying monster that haunted your dreams and control your mind, hence the name Dreamon. The Dreamon decided it needed a mortal vessel again, since Techno killed the last one. So it possessed a young boy who had accidentally discovered one of the Dreamon’s old temples(the strongholds). The human’s name was rather fitting for the beast that now controlled them. Dream. Dream was possessed a few years after he left home to go adventure with his best friends. And this demon was very smart and now had access to Dream’s mind, so it had no trouble impersonating him.
It’s all about the
Angst
Hoped ya like my ramblings if ya read this far.
Been reading more into the BNHA tags and I’m truly disappointed in this fandom.
People need to stop pretending that bad things happening to you(big or small) or having a mental disorder, excuses literal murder. Stop making Dabi seem like a tragic hero because Endeavor is an abusive asshole who’s being forgiven too easily. Dabi is the one who decided to kill people/doesn’t care who dies on his path to get revenge. Stop pretending all abuse victims are sad pushovers that can do nothing wrong.
People need to stop pretending it’s all Dabi’s fault. These people need to stop pretending that all abuse victims look and behave the same, Dabi is doing this shit because he believes it as the best/only option, not because he’s being a baby about his trauma. Stop blaming abuse victims.
In conclusion, Dabi is a deep and introspective character and y’all need to stop reducing him to a single, one-dimensional quality, either he’s done nothing wrong or he’s done everything wrong. His character goes deeper than that, he’s a product of his environment and he’s lashing out against said environment because the person who abused and traumatized him is getting away with it, the system is set up so certain people will always fail and certain people wil always win. Dabi as a character is a commentary of that.
Day 27! Scientist!
Meet the mysterious Dr. Camille! She’s the head engineer and the only qualified doctor of the Nova. An incident many years ago left her with a massive gap in her memory and a complicated case of immortality. While she can die she will awaken, unharmed, a few minutes to a few hours later depending on the damage.
How small must the world be for both Bruce and Tim to witness John and Mary Grayson's deaths
Or for 10-year-old Duke to crack the Riddler's puzzle before Batman swoops in and saves the day, long before his powers came into play
Or for Sheila Haywood to leave her son only to end up assisting his killer a decade and a half later
Not to mention the popular fanon concept of Jason knowing baby Damian in the League of Assassins
Now imagine how many other invisible strings could've tied them together
Like what if Tim and Jason went to the same school when Jason was Robin but all they shared was the occasional bump and "excuse me" in the busy halls
Or what if Babs was a tutor and helped an elementary-aged Steph finally understand her homework only for the Browns to cancel after a couple sessions because they couldn't afford it
What if the first person to buy Cass a hot meal was Kate on one of her travels
What if Alfred witnessed young Selina shoplifting groceries but chose to turn a blind eye
What if Jason lived on the same streets as the Row siblings and gave little Harper tips on how to use tools and defend her brother
What if Steph and Duke shared the same school bus, only he sat in the front while she was toward the back
What if the first person to teach Tim how to tie his shoes was Bruce at a gala because Jack and Janet were busy talking to someone important
What if Bette did a DNA test for fun and found a connection in Nanda Parbat but just assumed the results was faulty because she knew her whole family, right?
What if 8-year-old Dick, the day before his parents died, stayed at a cheap hotel near Crime Alley and found 4-year-old Jason wandering alone and said, "I'll be your big brother for tonight"
What if the universe knew they were made for each other and wouldn't rest until they realized it too
He was- he was- ithurtithurtithurtithurtithurt- dying. The moments were ticking down, blood dribbling down his face and from so many wounds his vision swam.
How long had he been there? Too long. B was- he was coming, right? He had to be. His dad was coming for him. But... what if he was too late? There was a bomb, and Jason HURT and he could barely move or think or- he was crying.
He face screwed up at his sobbed, and even that hurt the cuts on his face, the J on his cheek where that-that LUNATIC carved it into him. Salty tears stung at his cuts, and his ribs ached as his breath stuttered. He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't want to die. He didn't want to.
But he was just laying on the ground, bleeding out as a bomb tick tick ticked down.
Maybe it was reflex. Maybe the thoughts of impending death brought it to the forefront. Catherine came back for him. He wanted to stay for his dad. He could do that, right?
Jason began to pray. 'Please, let me live. I don't want to die. I don't want to leave dad or Alfred, or even Dick. I'm not ready. Please, please, please help me.'
His breath stuttered and his chest ached as cracked and broken ribs pushed painfully inside him. "Please..." He whispered. And then the bomb stopped ticking, and Jason knew no more.
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There was a cacauphonus Boom across the empty desert, and Bruce almost felt his heart stop in his chest. No no no, he couldn’t be too late. No no nononono- his thoughts only grew more frantic as he approached the smoldering pile of rubble that used to be a warehouse.
Please let Jason be out, please not my SON-
"Robin!" He shouted, voice cracking across the smoldering rubble as he dismounted his cycle and sprinted towards the still smoking rubble. "Robin!" He yelled again, voice breaking as he started sprinting along the edges, ears straining to hear something, anything-
There. At the back, barely outside of the smoldering wreckage was an unmoving pile of red, yellow, and green.
Bruce knew he didn't have the meta gene. He had checked multiple times. But in that moment it felt like he teleported to Jason's side as he fell to his knees next to his baby boy. He was covered in ash and blood, face pale around a red, carved J (don't think about it, don't let your blood boil, Jason needs a father not a murderer-) and eyes closed behind his torn mask. Fingers to pulse fingers to pulse, where wherewherewhere-
There. There. Right there was his son's heart beat. The wheezing rise and fall of his chest. Alive. Alive. His son was alive.
Batman did not cry. But Bruce did. He looked at his wounded, broken son and cried as he called the Batplane on his wrist computer. It was better not to move Jason, he reassured himself as he checked for spinal injury. And if it was because he felt like he would undoubtedly collapse again if he tried to stand up was just a plus.
"...dad?" Jay whispered, and Bruce started crying all over again.
"I'm here, I'm here Jaylad,"
"He came,"
"Who?"
"Death," Bruce's heart jolted. "Told 'em I couldn't go yet. He saved me. He came and he saved me...," Bruce heard the roar of incoming engines and hastened to make sure it was safe to move Jason. Jason had passed out again after his cryptic words, and Bruce was trying to ignore the feeling it left in his gut.
Jason had his beleifs, and Bruce had always supported him in them. Bruce himself was Jewish by his mother. He had heard of Jason's Death God and helped gather supplies for Jason's small altar that he prayed at.
Bruce didn't really believe in any God. But in a world of monsters, myths, and aliens...
"Thank you for saving my son," Bruce whispered into the air. Even if he was wrong, and speaking to no one and nothing, it didn't hurt to say it.
Bruce lifted Jason into his arms and approached the already lowered stairs to the Batplane.
God-Brother
Jason Todd is pagan. His religion is not anything related to any pre-existing cultures, but something that's based on a throw-away comment by Catherine Todd after one of her worst trips.
"He was so kind," she said in between mutterings, somewhat delirious and dangerously dehydrated. "Didn't push me to follow. Just took my hand and guided me back."
Jason Todd, who knew that her mom had almost died that time, always thought that the Death God had granted Catherine more time to be with him. That is until she took too much and not even a soft-hearted God could bring her back to life.
That faith remained after he dedicated prayers to his God; the world seemed to tilt just right when he remembered to speak to Him. It was almost like having a guardian angel.
Jason wasn't aware how right he was.
Reaper
This one has kind of a tarot card vibe and even though the body and outfit is really simplistic, I do like this one. I took the liberty to replace his scythe partly because I’m lazy and partly because a knife is a more threatening and useful weapon in my opinion. Lineart only version below cut
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