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Okay, but Scott being unsure whether the Third Life marriage question was talking about him and Jimmy is so funny to me.

Scott: I mean I called him my husband the entire season and explicitly said "we're married" and wrote "Beloved Husband" on his grave... which could mean nothing

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Bruce: We're going to put everything we love in this box.

Jason: Can I put Dick in the box?

Bruce: no

Tim: Can I put Dick in the box?

Bruce: No.

Damian: Can I-

Bruce: NO YOU MAY NOT PUT DICK IN THE BOX!

Dick: *cries in My Brothers Just Admitted They Love Me*

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That guy @jackson-imbecille

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Here is my piece for this year's Ecto Implosion! It was my first time joining this type of event.

I got paired up with @timelessdp who wrote a one shot inspired by this art!

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I join the ecto-implosion this year! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> It's my first time doing this kind of event and it was really fun!

I had the pleasure to work with @five-rivers, who wrote an amazing fic to go with my piece, go check it out !!

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Danny opening car door at parent pick up: Thank you for picking me up. I know it was last minute, but I was not expecting them to cancel the art club today.

Jason in driver seat: Who the hell are you?

Danny: *Buckling up* I'm Damian Wayne-

Tim in passenger seat: No, the hell you're not. I would recognize my own baby brother even if we are all wearing the same school uniform kid.

Danny: You didn't let me finish. I'm Damian Wayne's double, Danny Fenton, it's nice to met you

Jason/Tim: Double?!

Danny: Yeah, like how royals have doubles to avoid assassinations and political conflict. Damian hired me to take his place in school so he could focus on his other activities.

Jason: He hired you to do what?! Wait, wait, wait. How long has this been going on?

Danny: Um, since Damian came to the USA?

Tim: That's was two years ago!

Danny: Yeah but I don't age.

Jason: That is a very alarming comment but we will back to it because I need more information on why you would agree to be Damian's double in school!

Danny: You're blowing this out of proportion. Damian didn't want to be in the American School system, I needed a job that wouldn't ask questions about my non-aging and life provided a solution to us both.

Tim: Does Bruce know about this?! Alfred? DICK!?

Danny: I'm not sure. Damian never gave me instructions about his life outside of school. I was just told about them but never met them in person.

Jason: Where did you even met Damian?!

Danny: I tried to mug him when I was living on the streets but he threw me in a dumpster. Thought that was cool so I started following him around. He calls me his little minion.

Tim: Unbelievable. He finds a homeless immortal and uses him to skip school.

Danny: Hey! Damian has never missed a day of school. I have perfect attendance!

Jason horrified whispering: We put the perfect attendance award on main sitting room fireplace. We have defiled the scared award shelve.

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If you know the videos of animals making their noises but almost sounds like human words? - That being said, if little Danny did that with is little mrrp's, what would would he try to say?

Im curious- Because I wouldnt know myself unless he tried <3

he can be a little e̵l̶d̵r̶i̸t̵c̸h̶. as a treat (:

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Tinted by ghost color.

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Hey so since I'm never posting this to tumblr, y'all can see a snippet of an abandoned, not-canon fic

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He misses humanity. Or, more accurately, he misses the little of them he remembers. The species he once was, so fragile and short-lived. The species that tried so hard, yelled out into the cosmos, making their mark upon Him. The species which razed Earth and salted its/Her/Their corpse and survived for centuries after. He misses the blurs of red he remembers he called his… sister? Mother? He misses his made-twin, his… clone. The one who was supposed to be him. 

He’s happy he remembers to miss them, even if he remembers who they are only in abstract, in flashes of colours and sounds and emotions. He’s much more Space than not, now. Every breath he takes, every time his awareness flickers for a moment, he forgets to grieve them just that much more. Eventually, he’ll forget the colour/sound/emotion that make up those he lost, and he won’t care enough to grieve.

Is this how Time felt? No, for Time is not constrained to one time, is not constrained to one timeline. Time is only ever able to be in one place at a time, unable to greet the space between spaces whilst tending to the stars. At that moment, he envies Time, for what good are the stars when he mourns those he can’t even remember? What good is star-song when he knows humans used to create imperfect perfections called music? What good is witnessing history being made when he is not present enough to care about anything other than the pulsing beat of the universe, of the star-song in distant galaxies? What does one civilization matter when there are tens more across a galaxy alone? If not for it having been his birthplace, his home, it would have risen and fallen without him learning so much as a name for it. 

But it was his birthplace. It was his home. It was where he lived and died and lived again. Where he brought immortality upon himself, where he was destined to. After eons he’s learned that freewill is a lie, and he deluded himself in his youth that he defied death, that he didn’t fight because he needed to act as a protector, as a guardian, but that he needed to right a wrong. No, freewill never existed and every action was predestined. Perhaps this was not the only possible result that could have occurred, but in this timeline, this universe which he resides in and is him, it is.

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DPxDC Legal Power

Batman: You can not punish the Joker

Batman: You are no judge, jury, and executioner

Danny Fenton, standing over Joker's beaten body: Actually, I am

Danny Fenton, raising the Creep Stick up: I am the High King of Infinite Realms, and this bitch has been resurrected more than once

Danny Fenton, smacking Joker like a piñata: With the use of a pool of some nasty smelling ecto, mind you, but it puts him under my jurisdiction nonetheless

Danny Fenton, smiling at Batman as Joker is wheezing and trying to crawl away: So I am the judge, jury, and executioner for him since I'm the highest power in a Realm where he is a denizen

Danny Fenton, catching the Joker by the ankle and dragging him back: And as the King, I hereby sentence him to death by a repetitive use of The Creep Stick over his whole body

Batman: ...

Red Hood, with a bowl of popcorn: Do you mind switching The Creep Stick for a crowbar?

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YAHOO IT'S @ecto-implosion TIME!!

I got to work with the very awesome @tumblehcendrum for this one! I'll update this post when they have their partner fic up :) ehehe I love a good dramatic identity reveal

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Have the original sketch page as a treat ✨✨

(+two new mini-sketches 👀)

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When I'm necromancin'

Everyone's dancin'

No one can stop me,

Ï̸͝ ̴̬̾d̶̈́̕ä̶́̀r̷̈́e̵̢͠ ̸͝you to trÿ̵́͋

~ Song lyrics are from Necromanncin Dancin by Bear Ghost!

Finally finished Ghost King Phantom! REHEHE

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after watching several povs, there's something so striking about the way mumbo died.

he dies at home, first of all, which is notable in its own right because so much of his time was spent running about, usually in pursuit of kills. he dies with grian, too— to a thing grian created, no less, but it isn't actually grian's fault for once.

mumbo dies in that tall tower and when lightning strikes, from all across the server, everyone looks. their eyes land on that tower, and everyone is watching. even in grian's perspective, you can see everyone at renwood mound, lined up and staring. those at the bamlands looked on too.

they didn't see mumbo die, but they saw grian's grief. grian, who, throughout this season, has seemed cruel and untouchable to those outside of his circle due to his involvement with and knowledge of the wild cards. they watch grian immediately crumble under the weight of mumbo's death; several of them even explicitly comment, "look at grian, he's grieving, he's in mourning."

i like to that that, until that moment, grian was almost god-like in their minds; now, though, he's the quintessential concept of humanity. grief can be religious if you do it right, after all. even beyond the grian aspect though, isn't this just the most despairing omen of what's to come?

i mean, there's something about this image of a man fallen from grace, crying out as he holds the mangled corpse of his friend in the home they made together, high in the sky, on display for all the world to bear witness to. and the world did bear witness, be it with pity, horror, joy... it doesn't matter, because they saw.

the canary curse has been broken, but this was a fittingly foreboding, tone-setting image that did a stunning job filling its shoes