I just think
It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.
LIKE
I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??
Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.
I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.
I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.
I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.
I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.
I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.
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this certain dynamic abt millywood that goes beyond wolfwood simply yearning for milly—how he deems her as a mother, a lover, an enemy, a friend, a curse, a salvation—how milly becomes a symbol he can't put into a word, and it scares him and he wants to bury himself in it and beg for forgiveness all the same...
wolfwood knowing he has nothing to be forgiven of (that he's a sinful, sinful man) but THE YEARNING FOR ONE. the thought of how getting close to her feels like it'll melt away his 'impurities' (which is him entirely, he'll be GONE), but still clinging to her as both humanity and a heretic icon of worship......
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ngl even if you take the mage-templar issues out of the equation i think living in a sewer full of refugees who are sick and starving knowing that there's a church in the rich part of town that's full of gold statues would be enough to make me start killing
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painted Virtuosa for patreon last month
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