i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.
BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.
Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.
Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.
But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.
Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.
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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.
It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.
If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)
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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.
They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.
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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.
One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.
Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.
And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.
She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.
She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?
And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.
(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)
The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.
Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.
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i recorded this one awhile ago and waffled on redoing it but then realized i kind of liked it, imperfections included. so yeah, sticking with it.
Lyrics:
at the bottom of the ocean
in an underwater fortress
there lived an ancient wizard
with his skeleton assistant
they were writing out a poem
that was growing ever longer
they were writing out the wisdom
of a waning whale prophet
they knew the world was dying
and they knew they couldn't stop it
'cause nothing in this world is right.
no nothing in this world is right
'cause nothing in this world is right.
no nothing in this world is right
no it wasn't always like this
they didn't come just to archive
when the universe first sent them
the hope was we'd survive
but that had to be abandoned
and there was writing to be done
so kelp parchment was pressed and bleached
and the squid gave up their ink
then the prophet sung the tale
of a world on the brink
'cause nothing in this world is right.
no nothing in this world is right
'cause nothing in this world is right.
no nothing in this world is right
the sun had set on desperation
for the worldly it was winter
there were no more incantations
no more pleas for transformation
there were no more calls for logic
no more reasonable decrees
so the eels kept lit the laterns
while the wizard penned the patterns
that were chanted by our elders
from deep beneath the sea
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“Time is running out… make a move!”
Heh.. I guess you could say…. he’s drowning in his own tho- *I am forcibly removed from the stage and thrown into the Abyss*
I tried out a bunch of new things with this one… I’m really happy with how it turned out :)
Kinda wish it could flash to the beat though…
Clicky wicky (pink bastard) belongs to @brightgoat ! And there’s a veeeeery brief appearance of @e40536 ‘s Link (green) in there as well! Next art will be an actual browser history post… two browser doodles in a month (hopefully) guys… I’m on a roll!!!
Individual frames under the cut for your viewing pleasure (and because I had to kill the gif quality a little to make it fit in the post)
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~It's time to try the
Alolan roller
coaster
ride~
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(Once again, the missing wedding ring is on purpose. It's left at home to keep it safe.)
I got the in-game Randy one year ago today. He's the last of the main three I received in-game, but was the first one to have a solid character concept. It's fascinating to look back at that time and see how much less there was to him and his family at the time...
One day at work, the song "Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride" came on, and it led to me imagining Randy surfing. Which led down a rabbit hole of realizations, and lo-and-behold, Randy's a surfer now! :3
I almost didn't go through with it, as I myself am--or was--incredibly uneducated in all things surfing, and feared that I would get surfing related questions. But I brought it to Discord, and as tends to happen, the idea was encouraged.
I still consider myself to be pretty low in surfing knowledge, so don't expect deep answers, if any, should I be asked. But it just makes so much sense to me that Randy would be a surfer, and I've learned quite a bit in pursuing this idea. ^w^
I also came to learn something about Randy through this surfing thing as well.
You'd think Momo takes way more after her mom than her dad, but I realized Momo and Randy do have something in common; They're both thrill-seekers. Now, since becoming a Mew, Randy has buried his thrill-seekerness under his anxiety. But it's there, and when he lets go of his fear, he really lets go.
I've mentioned in the past that Momo is sensory-seeking. Randy isn't necessarily sensory-seeking, but he has a high pain tolerance that Momo may have inherited.
And of course while studying surfing images, I had to do a rendition of The Shot.
~Flyin' by on the Alolan rollercoaster ride~
Happy birthday, Randy! <3
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My roommate is humming some melody to himself and I can hear him through the wall. I get to fall asleep to this safe, joyful, calm sound every night and in exchange, I wake him up with my own music.
He is better at reading Hebrew than I am, and we sit often together to read a page together, of the autobiography my grandmother sent me on Google docs. It is too much for me to read alone, but he sits and listens to me try, and he reads to me when I get tired.
We sit and study in the living room together, me doing my homework, him designing a synth for fun. He gifted me a shirt from his mother's charity and I wear it with pride. He taught me to cook a soup and we ate it together on the porch.
Sometimes, I get out of the shower, and hear him fiddling around on the piano in the living room. It's a wonderful thing.
There is no point to this post. No romance, I promise. I'm just soothed and calm and happy to have such a lovely roommate.
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