#Identity crisis

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Yet another comic about leaving the Mormon church that can be applied to a variety of things. I also plan to include some version of this in a graphic novel I’m making.

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[daily-dose-of-danno]

Some exterior shots of Fenton Works :)

Season 1, Episode 1 - Mystery Meat

Season 1, Episode 8 – Prisoners of Love

Season 1, Episode 17 - Maternal Instincts

Season 2, Episode 1 - Memory Blank

Season 2, Episode 3 - Pirate Radio

Season 2, Episode 6 - Identity Crisis

Season 2, Episode 7 - Fenton Menace

[casmiick]

you felonious fiend 😠 !!!

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What will you do, Emerie?

[pratchettquotes]

The Luggage was limping around in a circle.

Rincewind sighed and stood up. "Take the shoes off. They don't suit you," he said.

The Luggage stood still for a moment, and then the rest of the shoes clattered against the wall.

"And the dress. What would those nice ladies think if they saw you dressing up like this?"

The Luggage shrugged off the few sequined tatters that remained.

"Turn around, I want to see your handles. No, I said turn around. Turn around properly, please. Ah, I thought so...I said turn around. Those earrings...they don't do anything for you at all, you know." He leaned closer. "Is that a stud? Have you had your lid pierced?"

The Luggage backed away. Its manner indicated very clearly that while it might give in on the shoes, the dress and even the earrings, the battle over the stud would go to the finish.

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

[halfa-ghost]

oh no- shoot- I'm so sorry- *drops a bunch of my super danny screen caps on you*

get super danny-ed idiot!!

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Derek supposedly found himself awake in his room, still in his PJ with his floofy red hair. But, that's not the case as he instead welcomed with a studly, almost-clean-shaven, reflection of a man clearly aged older than Derek's older brother

"Holy fucking shit...." Derek admired the reflection that followed all his move, be it him flexing the biceps that now belonged to him or him cooing and groaning as the mound of muscle rippled as he flexed them

As he looked around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business. So it seems like that he's just a bodybuilder doing his regular thing, and no one looked at him weird the same way when he giddily screamed seeing his favorite muscular anime roleplayer in that fucking pathetic anime convention. Wait.....he cherished that moment, and he never cared about what people viewed of him. After all, why would he care about some small cretin's opinion in regards to his body or behavior?

Oh shit......where the fuck is this whole sense of egoism and pride coming from? Well, he's clearly a prick since he's still a little kid shoving others that stood in his way, fuck.....he doesn't even know how he ended up as this guy, now his memory is fucked too absorbing things that possibly belong to this body? This is starting to get real dangerous, he might lose himself the longer he failed to found out what the fuck happened over here!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 30

Danny became aware suddenly, the memory of his mothers parting shot as he fled fresh in his mind. He panicked, thrashing around in what felt like a thick liquid when his hand hit what felt like a wall of glass.

A tube? Was Danny floating in a freaking vat somewhere? He didn't remember anything after being shot down by his mom but he knew if he was in a lab somewhere he needed to escape!

In moments he was on the ground surrounded by wierd fluid and shattered glass. He ripped the oxygen mask off his face and threw it away from him as a violent shiver wracked his body.

Looking up he was surprised. He was expecting the bright shiney metal of his parents lab, or the white of the GIW lab, heck, even the wierd purple thing Vlad sometimes had going on would have made sense. As much as he would have hated to have been saved by the fruitloop, it would have been a familiar fight.

The devil you know and all that.

But no, this lab was all dull blacks, dark grays and inky shadows. The tubes around him bathing the atmosphere in a soft green glow that barely illuminated anything.

Great. Wonderful. Just what he needed. More people making more problems for him.

Danny picked himself up off the ground, shuttering again and was surprised to realize he didn't have any clothes on.

Danny decided that whoever had kidnapped him was going to get acquainted the Anti-creep stick. Luckly there was a closet nearby with what looked like a superhero costume in it. Okay. Hes dealt with weirder situations.

He put most of the suit on, leaving behind the cape, mask and chest straps. Danny had to admit he liked the red and black look. The gold was a nice touch...too...

Oh no. Where these supervillian clothes?! Red and black are totally Saturday morning cartoon villian colors! His mind started whirling, somthing that it doesn't usually do as he made his way over to the darkened computer almost by instinct.

Then he looked up.

There wasn't a lot of light in this place, but there was enough to see his reflection in the blackness of the computer monitor. One problem.

That wasn't his face.

He was as this strangers face twisted into confusion and horror. Was he overshadowing somebody? No. No...he was...Tim Drake? He watched as his reflection furrowed his brows.

No. He was Danny Fenton, son of Jack and Maddie Fenton. Local mad scientists.

But...he was Tim Drake, son of Jack and Janet Drake. Archeologists.

A distressed sound left his throat as he slid to the floor, two entire lifetimes flashing before his eyes as he tried to figure out what was real. He tried using his powers but nothing happened. That should have answered everything, right?

But that wouldn't explain how he had shattered the entirety of the thick glass of his tube prison. The glass had been completely shattered and landed in a circle around the tubes base in a way no punch could have done, no matter how powerful. Does he have powers that are simply unavailable right now or is there another explanation?

Either way he should probably wear a mask so people don't ask why Tim Drake is dressed as Red Robin, huh?

Oh god. Red Robin.

He woke up in a cloning pod in one of Red Robins secret labs! He remembered Jack, Maddie, other Jack, and Janet's treatment of him. He recalled each and every dismissive comment, every empty promise. Every time the bleachers were empty at his vollyball games. Every time he was left home alone for an "important" dig. Every time his parents ran off because a ghost might be nearby. Every time Tim would throw everything to the wayside to focus on a case. Every time Tim would throw away his own health and well being for a goal. Every time...

Danny straightened up and pulled himself off the floor before he started typing away at the computer and planning his next moves.

Regardless of what was happening, if he was Danny overshadowing a clone or if his life as Fenton was just a dream from a pod, he knew one thing for sure.

He did not need another neglectful parent.

Aka Danny runs around Gotham avoiding the bats, the press, the rogues, the petty criminals, the mob, and the police. He fails of course and manages to somehow make enemies out of everyone all while having a massive identity crisis and searching for a new home far far away from here before Tim Drake figures out who he really is...

[amorthlen]

"WHO EVEN IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS?"

[lukas-dusk]

Dean : *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Castiel : Stop that Dean. How would you feel if I banged you on the table?

Dean : I—

Dean : I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

[daily-dose-of-danno]

Season 2, Episode 6 - Identity Crisis

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Zatanna and Green Arrow by Cliff Chiang

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