#(Which is danger zone)

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[stars-obsession-pit]

Decimation

Some members of one of the GIW’s top-secret research facilities have made an earth-shattering discovery.

They’ve found a way to make half-ghosts.

The failure rate is high. For every subject they successfully convert, many more are left burnt-out corpses—or worse, as rabid undead that must be put down with force.

It didn’t matter. The test subjects were cheap, worthless. Their countless deaths were an acceptable sacrifice in the name of progress.

Their operative’ deaths when they begin the full plan… those will matter more. Their warped agents may be more dangerous than normal humans in combat, but legions of foot soldiers still have their place. It would be foolish to leave themself solely in the hands of ectoplasmic entities, even if they’re allies and still partially human. Recruiting and training enough replacements to recover the losses would take time.

But it will all be worth it.

Finally, they will have control of a strong enough army to bring their goals to fruition. Those inhuman wraiths will be eradicated, ensuring the safety of the real, living humans and opening up a whole new dimension of untapped resources.

[dragonofthedepths]

Halfa Batman. 19.2.23

DP x DC. Batman, Superman, Batfam, Danny Phantom. Batman & Superman, Batman & Danny.

Batman dies. (This is not the surprising part, given his job.) He comes back. (His family’s track record also makes this less impressive than normal.) He doesn’t do either one all the way.

Some kind of fight with the League of Assassins takes place, Batman gets tossed into the Lazarus pit along with a pack of dynamite or something, and the resulting faulty natural portal to the Ghost Zone + explosion manages to do just the right amounts of kill and revive him to yeet him to half-ghost status.

He does not tell anyone, of course. Healthy communication who?

He manages to keep it from his family as he figured out invisibility, intangibility, and his transformation.

All the criminal element of Gotham knows is that Batman is somehow even more spooky now.

The first person he does tell is Superman. He panics, looses control of his powers, and calls Clark for help because he’s floating several feet in the air and can’t get down.

Eventually he meets Danny, and that’s how he finds out about the anti-ecto laws and gets the horrifying revelation that not only is it legal for the government to kidnap and dissect experiment on him now, Clark is technically breaking the law every minute he’s not turning him in.

(Danny’s logical ‘that’s Batman’ side of his brain is being drowned out by his concern for the new baby halfa.)

Day (629/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 19th of Feb

[bookshelf-in-progress]

I'm approaching the most terrifying part of the Exciting New Story Idea process: Writing it down.

[snek-of-eden]

happy trektober everyone!!!

[solarpoweredbirds]

so i haven't posted about this here but my family is in the path of the hurricane. as it stands we haven't seen any major effects yet, we're kind of still in "average florida storm" territory. but the reason i'm posting this is partially to say that if we lose power, i may not be on here for a while, but that doesn't mean we aren't safe. the other part is to say "stay safe" and send my love and support to anyone else who either evacuated or have to stay in the storm's path. it'll be a lot, but we'll get through this.

[impasta-wall]

WHO WAS IT 🤨

someone on this app said that this song was icemav and it's been haunting my brain ever since!!

[somecunttookmyurl]

my body alert me to having an entirely full bladder with more than 30s warning challenge (impossible)

[berryblu-soda]

Ok last one bc im procastinatkng big time!!! Look at the littol guys I got to meet :D

Rolly pollies my beloved!!! Also a very lanky kitten :3

[cantalwaysgetwhatyouwantbut]

He's holding an oreo but for a sec I thought it was a ring box.

Oreo... Ring... House asking to live the rest of their lives together. But Wilson needs to give them (his life, his treatment) a chance first.

[homeofhousechickens]

Beeper met the neighbors cats today. They sniffed her but thought she was weird. Their poor ears are all messed up due to biting flies.

[sleepyjim2]

scared frightened even

[vinyls-and-valentines]

A typical Zone-made deck of cards consists of a mix of solid-colored cards and traditional cards, weighted differently based on the game being played. A game of blackjack or go fish only has as many traditional cards as there are players, but a game of Mafia only has one, in addition to color cards that would not usually be included in a deck.

These custom cards are all of various sizes, and very little dictates uniformity amongst decks other than the generally accepted rules that they must all have identical backings and have at least two cards of each type. Cards alike are held to very little rules, some boasting intricate linework patterns while others were shown no greater kindness than poorly-masked tape borders and corners only rounded for the sake of not splitting.

This, of course, makes cheating much more difficult— unless familiar with the deck your playing, sliding a dummy card in your hand is quite jarring— however, it makes playing rigged games all the more enjoyable granted they take place on friendly terms

[vampiricsheep]

RP Event - TEd Talks [NA]

A tall, red-eyed asura with pink horn ornaments hands you a flyer and leaves before you have time to give it back or ask questions.

Date: Sunday, 18 December 2022

Time: 2pm-6pm EST

Location:

Terranexic Lab 2nd Floor - Soren Draa

Metrica Province, Maguuma [&BAkFAAA=]

Non-PvP Zone. Violators will be publicly shamed.

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Hello lovelies! I'm hosting another TEd Talk event this Sunday and would be delighted if you'd join us! The location is in Metrica Province near the Rata Sum gate. It is accessible without mounts, but the steps up are easily missed. If need be, we can relocate, but this is the best asuran zone that won't take a trek.

Nobody is required to attend the full duration, give a talk, or even actively RP, but everyone is welcome to! Event rules are under the cut. By attending, you are agreeing to follow these rules, so please give them a read, but it's nothing unusual! It's only 9 bullet points, but it looks long due to tumblr formatting.

Talks can be about theoretically any subject, and you can make it up or outright lie, but avoid triggering subjects (e.g. graphic descriptions of violence or torture). If you aren't sure, you can always ask!

Do NOT use your talk as an excuse to roast, ridicule, or embarrass anyone. If you and another player agree beforehand, throwing academic shade at each other is fine.

No violence. None! No hitting, no stabbing, no pushing each other off of ledges. Exceptions to this rule are friendly slugs/light shoving that wouldn't be misinterpreted as an actual fighting gesture.

Respect The Venue and the host. Destruction of property, extreme disruptive behavior, and active sabotage won't fly.

If someone doesn't want to role-play, don't pressure them to. If someone wants to leave a scene or the event, don't make it awkward for them.

While you are welcome to take screenshots, don't post/upload text screenshots or recordings without the permission of all involved parties. It may seem innocuous, but some people aren't comfortable with it.

If you don't know a player or character's pronouns, don't assume. It is better to ask than to risk hurting someone.

We all make mistakes, but if you intentionally violate these rules, or continue to break them after two warnings, there will be consequences both IC and OoC. 6a. In Character consequences - your character will be escorted out of the event, and their behavior will be recorded* by jade bot, potentially spreading word of their indiscretions. 6b. Out of Character Consequences - Your character may be banned from future events hosted by Sheep. Serious or repeat violations may result in the player being banned from all future events hosted by me.

Lastly, remember that while in-character behavior does not reflect a player's out-of-character beliefs, it is still possible to make people uncomfortable with in-character behavior if lines are crossed, and those lines vary depending on audience, occasion, and location. Since this is a public event in a starter zone, we need to be conscious that our audience extends beyond the squad!

*No actual recordings will be taken by me! This just means that fictional tabloids may now have dirt on the given character. It applies to in-character trouble-making, not out of character actions.

[redfish-blu]

Cherri and Kobra’s dynamic is so interesting.

Cherri wanted to meet him sooo bad but Party was like “No Way bro you’ll turn him into a serial killer”, but they meet eventually and Cherri is like OMG…

Kobra is very suspicious of them at first but finds out Cherri is also a Mad Gear fan even though they’re “like a thousand years old”. And they become a weird duo that others refer to as the babysitter’s club because Kobra is this stringy ten year old following Cold Blooded Killer Cherri Cola around (who is like nineteen or twenty) and it’s just kind of funny. Also they might be able to read each other’s minds.

[triforce-of-mischief]

i should try to play spirit tracks again