#and I was plagued by visions

[femslashspuffy]

The little vampire is not a joke it happened to me

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Thinking back to the time I was about halfway through TMA and was explaining the plot to a friend who has never listened to a single episode and they tried to make one of those "Soup was invented by John Soup when he wanted to drink a chicken" jokes and ended up saying something along the lines of "The Magnus Institute was created by John Magnus when he wanted to make an institute for all the fears" and at the time I was like haha good one bro but in hindsight I think I need to fucking throngle them with my bare hands

[mari-lair]

very rushed but it is of utmost importance that you know the researcher is a fan of puns.

[chewchuck]

gripping him

[sangthael]

somebody doesn’t know what toner is

[alukaforyou]

undecided on the hair 👽

[fukcnoplease]

Danny is done. He is tired. He is dead. He deserves a sweet treat and to hibernate under fifteen weighted blankets for nine years.

Instead he is standing in the Gotham City cross country bus station with a dead phone and no sweet treats. He had had the misfortune of having avid ghost hunters as parents, who had demanded he help them with their latest invention instead of joining his friends on a fancy bus hired by Casper High to take them on a multiday, multicollege trip. Apparently they had made an agreement with the school that as long as he met the school trip in one of the cities and still paid for the whole trip, he could still take part and at least catch the school bus home.

Of course, exhausted after helping his parents, catching up on homework, and taking out some ghosts Danny ended up falling asleep on his bus. Now he was standing alone, cold, half-dead, in Gotham City’s main bus center with a dufflebag of clothes and backpack of ghost supplies his parents forced on him.

The school trip was, thankfully, passing through Gotham as one of the universities but they had multiple cities to hit before they got to Gotham. According to the itinerary it would take at least five days for them to hit Gotham and even then theyd be arriving late in the evening.

Danny had to find a place to stay for five nights and something to do for five days. Thankfully, Gotham city is seeped in ectoplasm which means its full of ghosts. Ghost who are more than happy to help a lost boy find a place to stay.

Danny chats with some ghosts, being pointed this way and that before he finds a nice old man dress in a fine suit with an unfortunate gunshot wound to his chest. The man offers to lead Danny to an excellent and cheap place to stay and Danny… is too tired to care honestly. He follows the ghost across the city, hails a taxi, repeats the address the ghost gives him, missing the taxi drivers shocked stare, and falls asleep in the taxi.

He is woken up by gentle taps on the glass by an older looking man and gives a half asleep mumbled thanks to the taxi driver as the old man takes his bags inside. Even in his tired state Danny has the sense to offer to carry his own bags but is politely and sternly refused by a british accent which is enough to wake him up.

Standing in the entrance way of a luxury… hotel? It doesnt seem to have a reception, though, and the decorations feel far to personalized. He glances around to find the helpful ghost staring wistfully at one of the larger portraits. A family of three, a beautiful woman with shoulder length dark curls, a young boy with dark hair and a bright smile, and the face of the kindly ghost.

The butler(?!) calls for Danny to keep up and he rushes to catch up, more out of instinct than sense. The ghost wanders casually after them, pausing to admire artwork every now and again.

The butler drops Danny’s bags in what seems to be a guest room, or maybe this really was just an incredibly fancy hotel, the room had its own ensuite, desk, and empty closet and chest of drawers. Honestly Danny couldnt even hazard a guess anymore.

The butler(manager?) informed him that breakfast was at 8 am sharp every morning and dinner was 6 pm sharp every evening. Danny gave a dazed nod which was apparently all the older man needed before he vanished back into the hallway. Almost as quickly as the ghost did after giving Danny one last cheeky grin.

Queue Danny being weirdly introduced to the Batfam and doing his best to avoid the adoption papers at all costs while also trying NOT to be eldritch and strange around this also eldritch and strange family.

[septemberlikestea]

the highest honor i can bestow upon a character is daydreaming about a dd crossover and class mod. these are from a whiiile back i think i made these in spring?

[ok-pop-1]

ready?

[saint-lily]

Kristen would later admit in a court deposition that this was one of her burner accounts on Columbian Twitter

[primeillust]

my muse. my god. my tapestry.

no f/o tags on reblogs for this, please.

[topsonlyybar]

anyway I’m never gonna get over phil staying in the closet for years for dan and then letting dan come out first and on their (implied) behalf. I’m not sure any act of trust/understanding/compassion/love has ever shocked me more.

[little-pup-pip]

hi!!! i know this might be a bit of a complicated request, but could i request a moodboard based off the song ‘We’re Going to Be Friends’ by the White Stripes?

thank you sm!!!! <333

- @rikersislandangel

Definitely!!

[nomsfaultau]

I had a dream Techno and Tommy were stage fighting for a gaggle of school kids. They were insanely fast, dueling swords flashing and ringing out in sharp notes. Tommy quickly became the face of the match, working over the crowd with such rallying cries as ‘Girls! Girls! Girls!’ and a classic under dog angle, while Techno was very menacing and looming and all together a wonderful heel. The match ended with Techno fully kicking Tommy off stage and then leaping down to plunge his sword into his neck. Okay well almost into his neck, it was just angled to look that way to the audience. Tommy sold beautifully, thrashing until Techno forced the sword deeper and deeper into the wood floor in jerking, halted plunges that left it hilt deep in the ‘dead’ Tommy’s neck. Crowd was absolutely silent on horror.

Techno retrieved his sword and scooped up Tommy to throw him carelessly over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes, clambered back on stage and exited into the wings. The kids howled with boos and hisses, genuinely very upset. Some were crying a little. A little unsettled, Techno jogged back on stage to explain to the kids that it was all play fighting and no one is hurt and Tommy is still alive see??

And Tommy just dangled limply in his arms. “Bruuuuuuh he’s NOT dead! Tommy stop selling they’re crying. Ahh this is what I get preforming for babies…” the crowd kept getting more and more riled as Techno was trying to do damage control on the kids while Tommy was a useless twit who was still playing dead.

Eventually Techno gave up and slumped back towards the exit still carrying Tommy over a shoulder, only for Tommy to shoot a grin at the kids and kick Techno in the back. UPROARIOUS cheering. Annoyed, Techno scruffed him by the neck to dangle helplessly, then turned to the audience and bowed, bobbing Tommy up and down since his feet didn’t reach the ground. And scene.

[becpng]

assorted needle & thread sketches from the past month!! happy last thursday to those who celebrate

[spaciebabie]

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