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just made a huge mistake (<- started a long fic, somehow missed ALL THE FUCKING IMPORTANT TAGS. such as ‘no happy ending’ and ‘major character death’ and ‘horror au’)
#WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN READING A HORROR FIC#I DONT LIKE HORROR??????? I CAN BARELY TOLERATE MOVIE GORE??????????? SOMEONE HELP ME#JAYME KNOWS THIS. IM A FUCKING WIMP WHEN IT COMES TO HORROR MOVIES#im better at reading horror but like its not something i usually put myself through#i dont know how i missed these tags i really dont#i saw ‘childhood friends au’ and the summary was funny and i was like neat!!!! lets do it!!!#HOW DID I MISS EVER FUCKJNG THING ELSE IN THOSE TAGS#i tried to scroll down and read the last couple paragraphs so i could know what was coming BUT IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE OUT OF CONTEXT#SO I HAVE TO FUCKJNG READ IT#FUCK IT WE BALL I GUESS BUT LIKE#JESUS#IM UNPREPARED ITS 1AM I CANT DO THIS#AND JAYME ISNF EVEN HERE TO LISTEN TO ME YELL OH MY GOODDDDDDDDDD#IM GONNA HAVE FO SEND HIM A FUCKING EMAIL#THIS ISNT NEGATIVE BTW IM JUST SHAKING AND BEING DRAMATIC#tally txt
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we aren't going to be the ones left standing
#something something danger days am i riiight#f1edit#sebastian vettel#kimi raikkonen#simi#i guess...#my graphics#seb does have a bullet-like smile#anyway this is not what im supposed to be doing but... fuck it we ball#lyrics edit#tan.stuff
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HOW ABOUT THAT @somerandomdudelmao DISASTER TWIN REUNION, HUH
Went a little feral to the tune of 2.2K words of self-indulgence. What else is new?
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Donnie can't sleep. More accurately, he won't sleep. Not until he's done. He'd never been one to leave a project unfinished; death and resurrection hadn't changed that.
He taps incessantly, repetitively, on a keyboard and screen, the motions long since past inputting data and now only serving to keep him awake. The repetition is soothing, easy, and - counterintuitively - he finds his head drooping forward into sleep-
And he snaps back upright. No. Not until he can confirm Leo is okay.
Leo is behind him, he knows. Breathing. In bed. Asleep. Very much alive. And-
He jumps and whips around as a thud sounds behind him. "What the-"
Leo is on the floor.
Well, that answers the question as to whether his twin is awake.
For a fraction of a second, part of him wavers uncertainly. He loves his idiot twin. The question he hasn't been able to answer is whether his reaction to Leo waking up will fall on love or idiot twin-
"Leo!"
He can hear the exasperation in his voice, and yep, it's the latter. He takes a knee next to Leo and hauls him into his arms, lecturing him all the while, and if he can hear the annoyance in his voice then Leo sure as hell can. Sleep deprivation for the purposes of keeping his brother's soul alight had done nothing for his temper. "I swear to God, all you had to do was make a sound! Why are you such a difficult patient?"
He deposits Leo carefully on the bed - "Sit still!" - and checks him over, running every scan he can think of and making sure his brother's new body really is in good working order, spouting increasingly irritated commentary all the while. Of course the fall didn't hurt him - Leo is tougher than that, and Donnie does better work than that - but he still can't help the rising anxiety in his throat.
This almost didn't happen.
"-stupid, stupid selfless idiot!"
Donnie almost couldn't save him.
"Grrhh-"
Leo nearly died for real. Permanently beyond Donnie's reach. Well and truly gone-
"Do you have any idea how close you were to having nothing left to save?"
And now here Leo is, in perfect health, sitting on Donnie's bed with a big dopey grin on his face as Donnie chokes on his anxiety and damn near shakes himself apart-
Oh for fuck's sake.
"Hey. Are you even listening?"
Leo speaks up for the first time since he's woken up, voice shaky from disuse. "D-Donnie?"
And that is not a goddamn answer to anything Donnie has been saying, because of course it isn't. It's Leo. He's always had his own priorities. "Yeah. No. You're not fucking listening." Donnie heaves a long-suffering sigh, sinking back into the routine comfort that irritation at his twin provides. "At least you're talking." Small favors. "Although I'm surprised you're not throwing your stupid jokes at me." Even smaller favors.
He stops short as Leo's hand closes around his wrist, drawing Donnie's arm to Leo's plastron. "You're real," his brother breathes, looking from Donnie's hand to Donnie himself with tears streaming down his face. "You're real!"
And then, in the space of a thought, Leo's joy breaks, his smile turning desperate. "Are you?"
For a moment, Donnie stares at his twin, wondering at the sudden change in expression. He takes a breath-
And the part of him that had lain dormant for so long after he'd woken up - the part of him that had been screaming for his twin's safety ever since they'd recovered the few scattered embers of Leo's soul - gasps to life, blooming like a time-lapse video of a flower and reaching to the edges of Donnie's soul. Leo had called it their twin sense, and Donnie hadn't had it in him to argue after a while. Whatever it is, it's back, connected to Leo's renewed presence, and-
Donnie's heart floods with emotions. Relief and joy sprout quickly and are nearly swept away in a tide of exhaustionanxietyfearfearfearfearFEAR-
But down beneath it all, steady against the rising wall of terror, is the little blue spark of hope that his brother always carried. His core. The thing that let him continue on in the face of insurmountable odds, and lent that same strength to everyone around him. A ninja's greatest weapon.
It's Leo. It's Leo-
And Donnie can't leave him alone in his fear. Not when there's no need for it. Not when they're safe.
He lets that breath out, and sits next to Leo on the bed. "Mhm. I'm alive. And you're alive. We're safe. The Krang are gone." That's all the news that's fit to print, or at least the most important parts. What else does he have to say?
Oh.
"I'm sorry I..uh…"
He's sorry he what? Died? Left a mess for Leo to deal with? Didn't do enough while he was alive to keep everyone else alive in turn after he was gone? Kept his brother's soul in a fucking mug, because that was the only way he could ensure he wouldn't break it while Leo was still fragile? All of the above?
…yeah, it's all of the above.
He owes Leo one hell of an apology, and he's never been good at any of this, so instead he shrugs haplessly and leans forward, pulling Leo into his arms and hanging on tight.
It's a matter of moments before Leo has him flat on his shell on the bed and is sobbing into his arms. Normally he'd hate seeing his twin cry, but it's proof of life - proof that Leo made it, that his soul is intact enough for him to still be Leo, that he's alive and awake and here - and Donnie will take it.
And if he's squeezing Leo back pretty hard himself, well, that's fine too. Nobody else needs to know.
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Donnie is yelling at him.
Donnie is strong enough to have picked Leo up off the ground, well enough to be on his feet without support, running tests and reading Leo the riot act over his latest boneheaded maneuver - in this case, forgetting he was missing an arm and falling out of bed.
Donnie is yelling at him, because Donnie is here to yell at him.
And Leo is smiling, because he couldn't be happier. He lets the words wash over him, draping over his shoulders like a favorite cozy blanket that he'd lost so many years ago, and he basks in the warmth that is his brother's voice and smiles.
It's enough to interrupt the yelling for a question, though he doesn't really hear it - just keeps smiling, and says Donnie's name, and it's so nice to be able to say it with a smile now, because Donnie is here-
-he is, right? This isn't just a dying hallucination on Leo's part, right?
(It couldn't be- he remembers his death, remembers breathing his last, remembers being trapped- but this-)
He reaches out, taking Donnie's wrist in hand, and pulls his brother closer to him. "You're…real…" It certainly feels real - skin and scales, softer than his own, and his fingers barely fit all the way around the wrist instead of encircling them with room to spare - and he stares down at it, tears rolling down his face as he finally looks back up at his twin. "You're real!"
The Krang show you what you want to see.
The thought strikes him unbidden, turning his joy and relief to ice. It's a well-known fact: a Krang infection can show its host what they want to see, visions of comfort and family and home, and extract intel from the host's reactions. He knows that- he knows that, and-
And he'd died surrounded by Krang- and even if he couldn't see or hear or feel, he knows he'd been held captive-
But it's Donnie- he wants this to be real- he needs this to be real- he wants his twin back so badly he can't think, and the idea that this could be a Krang hallucination is almost too much to bear-
"Are you?" He can hear how choked the words are as they leave his lips, but he needs to know-
And Donnie stops, and sits down next to him, and tells him everything he wants to hear - everything he could've ever wished for. They're alive. They're safe. The Krang are gone. It all sounds too good to be true.
And then Donnie offers him an apology and a sad half-smile, pulling him into a strong hug-
And the ice in Leo's mind shatters in a flood of warmth as his twin sense opens for the first time since Donnie's death. He feels his twin's irritation, and deep-seated exhaustion, and a choking wave of guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt-
And beneath it all, steady and strong as ever, the thrum of unending determination, powered by an unfathomably deep well of love. It's the backbeat to the melody of Leo's life, the point-counterpoint to his own heartbeat- it's something he'd never had to live without until he did, but it's back, rushing in to fill the silence he'd known with the strength to go on and the knowledge that he is loved loved loved, strong and overwhelming and all-encompassing in the way only Donnie can love-
It's something the Krang could never imitate.
This is real. This is all real-
He throws himself against his twin, toppling them both over on the bed as he clings to Donnie, unable to stand even a fraction of an inch of space between them, as though he could push their hearts together through their plastrons, and he cries, sobbing out worry and terror and grief and the slow, crushing exhaustion of a losing battle finally lost. He cries as though the world was ending - and it had, once when the Krang had invaded and again every time he'd lost a member of his family, over and over until he'd sent his last hope through a portal that had cost his littlest brother his life and succumbed to death himself.
And now he's alive. Here, wherever here is, with Donnie. Clinging to his twin, and being held in turn as Donnie gently sits them both up, never letting go as Leo cries himself out.
It takes a while - long enough for Leo's gaze to settle into a stare and his thoughts to settle into a comfortable static. He's alive, Donnie is alive, and he has no fucking idea what else is going on, but he's just going to be okay with that for now.
His thoughts rouse enough to inform him of something wrong - the line of tension Donnie is carrying down his neck and over his shoulders. That won't do. Leo could try to massage it out with one hand, maybe try to get Donnie to talk about it, but Donnie never likes to talk about it, and Leo isn't one for slowly soothing away tension when he can just take an axe to the release valve instead. Plus, it gives him something definite to focus on, instead of…this whole situation. Whatever 'this whole situation' actually is.
Donnie had mentioned his stupid jokes, right?
"H-hey Dee?" His voice wavers from disuse, thick with tears, but he pushes through. "Why did- why did the tree buy a camera?"
"What?" Oh, Donnie is not going to see this coming. Excellent.
"To do a photosynthesis." It's nowhere near the level of pizazz he normally uses for a punchline delivery - he's still too tired and frazzled and clinging to Donnie entirely too hard for that - but that beautiful pause of a terrible joke sinking in tells him it had hit home nonetheless. Donnie moves - he can hear the telltale slap of face meeting palm - and then breaks down into helpless laughter, smacking the back of Leo's shell as the tension Leo had felt in his twin's shoulders abruptly relaxes. Good. It worked.
"This is so fucking stupid," is all Donnie manages as his laughter fades, and he slumps fully against Leo with a murmur. That's...abrupt. Sure, Leo had felt Donnie's exhaustion, but he hadn't realized it'd been that bad. He takes hold of Donnie, gently laying him down on the bed to rest-
Remember what happened last time Donnie fell asleep next to you.
He gasps sharply at the thought - not again NEVER again - and keeps his hand steady as he moves, laying both fingers gently against Donnie's neck and feeling for his pulse. It's easy to find, strong and steady and even, like it had been before the infection had taken Donnie's vitality and then his life.
But he's alive, and healthy, and sleeping. He's okay. And Leo-
Leo moves his hand to the side of his own neck. His pulse is also easy to find, quickened with the adrenaline of an unknown situation and multiple consecutive shocks to his system.
Okay. Take stock. Assess. Figure out a plan from there.
He's alive. Donnie's alive. The Krang are gone. And everything else…is a big fat question mark, with no easy answers and no indication as to where to begin looking for them.
Well.
Uh.
"What the fuck," Leo whispers to the room at large, as though the walls could answer.
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(A world away and still very close, a younger pair of twins cling to one another the way a drowning man clings to driftwood: desperately, clutching tight, as though letting go will spell their doom. Neither of them know where the emotions came from, or why; all they know is that each of them are damn glad the other is alive, and they'll do everything they can to make sure that continues to be the case.)
(What the fuck, indeed.)
#rottmnt#cass apocalyptic series#future leo#future donnie#fic#writing#cw sibling death#mention of it at least#referencing the scrapped movie storyboards because it's too good a beat to pass up#we have fun here#no gods no betas we die like NOBODY BECAUSE DONNIE FUCKING FIXED IT#I GUESS#twin sense shit is my FUCKING JAM#inexplicable mystic bonds between two halves of a whole? sign me the FUCK up#I couldn't decide whose POV to write this from so I just did both#which is WHY it's 2K+ words#it's not perfect but it's Good Enough and therefore it's getting posted#fuck it we ball
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I met the me who made different choices
#idk what this means so dont ask#got the words stuck in my head and this is what I wanted to draw for it immediately#me at my desk. so.#I dont look exactly like this obviously. doesnt matter. anyways#hard time recently in a lot of different ways#lots of work to do!#given up on getting everything done I kind of failed at that. it was too much#so now I'm just trying to get anything done that will make the next 6 months not kill me again#ideally. 3 episodes. or the book#or like at least close enough to that that its basically that#I'm feeling really screwed LOL#I dont know how I've been working every day for so long and still havent done enough...#(its because the work load is way too much)#every time I take 1 hour for myself. to cook. or clean. or draw something else. or play a game. I feel so guilty auauau#I hate webtoon I hate this damn green app...#DOESNT MATTER!!!#what DOES matter is my art is good as hell... look at this shit...#the light. the colors. I love you red I love you green#I need to get more red pants I only have the one pair.#I saw this guy with red pants that had skeleton legs on them and I was like FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!! I need them!!!!#I need to start sewing again. I dont have a sewing machine cause my apartment is too small so I havent sewn in years but I really want to..#I want to make clothes again... I need some vests I need some dresses..#I will not make pants or sleeved shirts because I dont hate myself#sketch#art#vent art I guess LMFAO its not#its just this fun little thing we like to call self expression#also this isnt how my desk setup actually is I scooted things around cause I didnt wanna draw anything twice. fuck it we ball#ok back to work
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Romancing the Emperor when I haven't taken a single tadpole is so funny.
He wants Tav to eat the evil space slug soooooo badly.
#BG3#Baldur's Gate 3#bg3 tav#the emperor#the emperor bg3#tav x emperor#artists on tumblr#art#I need a better art tag#I haven't drawn anything in like 3 weeks so this was me trying to get back to it#a lot of this I could have made nicer but I was very “fuck it we ball” with this one#(also I haven't finished the game so no spoilers plz. My laptop is still broken)#Glazed#Lord this is like the worst aspect ratio to look good on any website#I never take aspect ratio into account#click for details I guess#squidposting
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learn a thing or two from the master.
#was gonna shade this but its like almost 4 am bros. its joeover for me#limbus company#heathcliff lcb#meursault lcb#meursault limbus company#heathcliff limbus company#meurcliff#lcb meursault#lcb heathcliff#i mean i guess its meurcliff thats like vaguely implied#but also i wanted to show off broken blsault damage because it's soooo funny he's my fav unit to run forever#also shicliff and blsault is smart of me#personally . i think the shipname would be swordplay but that's my homosexuality talking.#bingoblart fart art#hrng rghg I FORGOT MEURSAULT S FUCKING SCARS you know what we ball. its fine
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Facade
#half life#half-life#gman#g-man#body horror#tw trypophobia#shmorps art#drawing a bunch of squiggles wasn't fun but fuck it we ball#I like to think Gman's “true form” is just a bass of unrecognizable flesh and organs and other parts that are incomprehensible to perceive#I can't draw the incomprehensible parts cause. guess who ALSO can't comprehend it#thats the whole point
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no way in hell i’m finishing this but i’m proud of what i did so here
#wip#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#my art#I GUESS#i don’t know if i know what i’m doing with lighting i just said fuck it we ball#i hadnt intended to draw these soap-like shoes but they just sorta appeared#i’ve drawn way too many neutral arm extended poses recently#this was sorta meant to be like an outfut ref but i don’t like it anymore <3#whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever WHATEVER ITS FINE IM DONE WITH IT ONTO OTHER THINGS#ONTO NEW FRONTIERS EVEN. WHATEVER!!!!!!
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Advice that means well but god you couldn’t have told that to a worse person. Wish that were me too bro genuinely 😔☝️
#personal#another flare but yknow we ball#it happened a month ago so I feel better laughing about it now#I feel for u ppl with anxiety disorders that have had their fear reinforced by something that HAS happened that seems impossible to others#like damn fuck me I guess but I’m glad u use that phrase to get through ur day that’s cool#I MEAN IT LIGHTHEARTED I SWEAR !!
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Long time, no doodles
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun maximum#vash#vash the stampede#nai#millions knives#rem saverem#I’ve been deep into art block for about a month or so#work+school are kicking my ass but yk#fuck it we ball I guess#also I got really sick for like a week so#yay!#anyways lol#I just wanted to draw the boys being silly and mama rem#I’m a simple woman
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Can we talk about how fcked up Charles can be sometimes? Can we talk about how Charles can sometimes be actually scary as a person? Like he can legit be nefarious sometimes, but those moments are not as talked about as Erik's warcrimes (aside from the holocaust visions from TAS)
girlfriend i promise we're all very aware about how wack charles xavier can be and i assure you his nefarious moments are talked plenty from what i run into. like outside of this inbox most times you breathe charles' name to someone they'll be prepared to start swinging
#snap chats#its kinda funny tho. like out of all the charas ive fave'd over the years its funny how charles incites the most violence#and i get it i aint sayin it unfounded !!! just funny alright i stand with my problematic wife and all his wrongdoings. sometimes.#six decades of writers and writing decisions will lead to a lot of Girl What decisions#like marvel ruins. where charles is president. sorry girls im bringing it up if we wanna talk bout Fucked Up Charles#i mean those issues arent really. good. not just cause its grotesquely dark I Can Enjoy Dark And Gruesome Themes#the art's also hauntingly beautiful to look at its sad it's attached to such a nothing series. theres no real story ..#like i doint MIND dark or morally-dubious charles im a fan of it even when its done right or interesting#but thats where marvel ruins fumbles It Doesnt Do Anything Interesting with a morally corrupt charles#it just goes 'yeah hes fucked up and does terrible things now' like ok and .......... wheres the rest of the sauce ...#a less Gruesomely Fucked decision comparatively charles did was plant a virus on david because he didnt trust him Not to fuck things up#he regrets it like five seconds later after he realized How Fucked Up That Was but still ... charles ... im going to chokeslam you...#back to the main topic tho. its very funny because charles be catching strays on xmen twitter too#and i mean The Sincerest Of Strays tho i guess if you try Any xmen topic can go back to charles#but the post'll be bout an entirely different bloke or lass and theyll be wishing ill will on cue ball like girl he aint even HERE#anyway. yeah charles' imperfections is what makes him really interesting. to me. thank you#now for my next post to be an awkward juxtaposition to this one unless someone ones to throw in an ask last minute#and i mean very last minute i think i have all the tags typed up ont he other one vjeLKEJA
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i think of two things when i hear eden
more under the cut!
I keep on confusing Eden (person) for Eden (unit) and I decided to make this to represent my state every time I read “Eden”
#danganronpa fangame#danganronpa despair time#drdt#eden tobisa#enstars#ensemble stars#enstars eden#(i guess this counts as eden? this is the uniform lol)#hhhhh I feel like I could have done better but yk fuck it we ball)#cosmical flowers art posts
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"From The Shadow" is the second novel from a notorious author Tan Philipson-Choi. Her first book "Beyond The Drift" did not achieve a huge commercial success, however it soon became popular within communities. This book, whilst not being widely accepted by the critics, already has a potential of becoming a motion picture.
@hypersoft-fest week 3: pramanormal romance/detective stories.
[close-ups and a snippet under the cut]
Bono and I were going through the data from one of the previous races, when Shov walked into the office. “How’s it going?” I asked. “Um… strange, to be honest,” he replied after a pause, “I have got terrible sunburns out of nowhere.” “Well, you are quite pale,” Bono chuckled before I could say anything. He was listening, but his eyes were still glued to the screen. “Yes, but,” Shov took of his branded jacket and straightened his short-sleeved shirt, “this doesn’t looks very normal, does it?” he said showing a bunch of blotchy red spots all over his forearm. Some of them are started to heal and turned brownish, it looked very much like actual burns from the fire, not the sun. “You should see a doctor about this,” I said looking up from Shov’s arm up to his face. Huh. Something else was different. “Where are your glasses?” I asked. Shov and Bono always looked very strange without their glasses. And his eyes looked different too, unusually bright and blue, as if they were glowing from within. Or maybe I just didn’t notice that before. “I don’t know, actually,” Shov patted his pockets as if he could find the glasses there. “I guess I forgot to put them on in the morning,” he looked around confused. “Did your eyesight get magically fixed overnight?” Bono smirked, looking up from the computer at Shov and me. “That’s interesting. Maybe you have a brain tumor,” he added. “I think I saw something like that on TV”. “That’s very helpful,” Shov looked at Bono quite sternly, “now I also have to worry about a tumor”. “You probably don’t have a tumor,” I tried to reassure him, but it didn’t sound like that at all. Shov and I looked at each other for a moment; somehow I couldn’t stop staring at his face. “We should get to work, actually,” he sighed, looking away first.
#the main mystery is where exactly i was going with this one but i guess we'll never know#hypersoftfest.creations#f1edit#hypersoft.fest#shovson#my graphics#NOT GONNA LIE TEAM I STRUGGLED LIKE A BEYOTCH WITH THIS ONE BOTH LIKE WITH THE EDIT AND WITH THOSE 300 WORDS LIIKEEEE IDK IS THIS ANYTHING#i've spent the whole week kinda brainstormingand well... i hope you hungry for nothing! bone apple teeth!#and this is not the idea i had initially!!! at all!! but fuck it we ball!!#my fics#tan.stuff
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deck of playing card-sized prints I ordered from artscow just came in a couple days ago! (of this piece)
gonna try handing these out at tennocon this year! I might also order another deck or two since I'm pretty happy with this one (though i might make some adjustments if i have the time who knows)
(oh yeah and these prints are secretly just on the backs of regular ass playing cards cause it's cheaper (and maybe a bit gimmicky?) lmao)
I was inspired to go with playing cards partially due to people's suggestions on the original art post, but also because of this small outer wilds nomai print I got randomly from Fangamer alongside my copy of Tunic for switch! I just really like the idea of a smaller print having rounded corners I guess (the artist is Elliot Bouriot btw)
it's very cool I like this outer wilds print a lot :)
idk hopefully it'll be a fun thing to pass around at tennocon, would be cool to try and expand upon the idea in the future though! just might require a lot more work to feel like an actual product if I ever intend on selling this kind of thing lol
#warframe#UpsideDownSmore's art#lemme know what you guys think of this possibly becoming some kind of fan merch thing!#and maybe advice! cause i have no idea what i'm doing lmao#the names are probably a bit too big/obnoxious tbh i might shrink them down in future prints#guess i just thought i might as well give myself clear credit so this can act like a pseudo business card or something lol#oh god this is a real late night post huh oop#but fuck scheduling posts we ball
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I'd like to thank the Fenton family are master manipulators and Danny has learned from his family some know about their manipulative tendencies more than others in the family such as:
Jack Fenton:
He is blissfully unaware of his belated manipulation almost annoyingly so (scratch almost it's totally annoying) he uses his adorable naivety to play into people's hearts to get exactly what he wants which is partly why they're OSHA violation filled house still stands on city blocks
Danny blessed with his mother's youth and soft round facial features aid him in this respect Jack didn't outright teach him how to be manipulative in this tactic Danny just kind of picked it up by watching silently taking notes throughout his life
Madison Fenton:
Maddie is terrifying when it comes to her manipulation she has the smile of a goddess but the aura of an overprotective mother Bear. Not only is she a black belt in karate but she also knows how to use what's most closest to her and burn everything to the ground before your eyes in order to avenge her family's honor and or pride
Danny learns how to be just as overprotective if not more and maybe a bit overbearing over his found family after the accident. so scared that he might lose them with all the misfortune he attracts on a daily basis He's come close to pulling what his mother does when burning the things of Vlad loves most before his eyes but he can't bring himself to do it knowing that thing Vlad knows most is his own mother and he knows he wouldn't be able to hurt her hard enough to hurt Vlad without hurting himself in the process He's not willing to take that sacrifice
Jasmine Fenton
Jazz is much like her mother in the respect of being overprotective just not as much as Danny (post accident) or Maddie unlike her mother Jasmine prefers a more psychological root as her first action instead of a physical one at an early age Jasmine started to hyper fixate on The psychological aspect of manipulation thus she has thrown herself into studies and all the ways to tear a man apart from the mind alone she can be almost sadistic in this respect if it includes avenging a family member (mostly Danny or Danny's found family) she can be downright terrifying this becomes even more apparent when she becomes Justice of the Ghost Kings high council because her ghostly ability includes illusions and the mind and that can only lead to breaking a man beyond repair
Danny being raised by his older sister due to his parents accidental neglect knows far more about the human brain than anything else. He knows how to tear apart a man from the mind as well this only gets worse post accident because not only can he take apart your mind with psychological warfare but some of his threats won't be as baseless he could threaten to rip out your heart before the accident but he couldn't actually do that until post accident All intake is for him to go intangible place a hand on your beating heart and whisper the threat and you'd be psychologically scarred for years
(Jazz has watched him do this to people! She is incredibly proud!)
#fuck it we ball#i'll edit this later#you know#Do all my color coding with all the characters and shit#I honestly don't know why I do that#I think it's because of my autism (undiagnosed)#also it just makes sense reading it back things can get confusing with pronouns when I'm talking about two guys or two girls#color coding just helps#ANYWAY#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp#dp jazz#jazz fenton#maddie fenton#jack fenton#manipulative Fenton family#I just think it's a neat concept#Sue me#(please don't I'll cry)#IT'S BEEN LIKE MONTHS? BUT I'VE EDITED THIS#BE PROUD OF ME? I GUESS??
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idk
#racmune art#long day w lotsa stuff going on sort of#its weird#things are stranger n more fucked up nowadays#but also i dont really miss the past either#stuffz just all fucked up n weird thru n thru#forever i guess#perhaps its normal in a way 4 life to be like this n we just deal i guess#im gonna stop skipping school n stuff i think#we ball#ok2rb
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