#and he doesn't wear a hood 'cause who would want to cover up such a pretty face? lmao

[tsukimara]

જ⁀➴ 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐭 𖹭

✰ Pairing: Scaramouche x Gn!Assistant!Reader

✰ Scaramouche wearing his coat (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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You were shaking like jelly from the cold, it was always cold in Snezhnaya, but today the temperature dropped even more. Unfortunately, you forgot your coat that was special for your uniform and it was all because you overslept and had to rush.

You worked for Scaramouche, so being late wasn't even an option, especially since you were his assistant. He himself said that he didn't need anyone to help him, but then he agreed, although there was no joy on his face, on the contrary.

And so it's been 3 years since you worked with him, it was a little better than before, now he doesn't shout at you and when he gets mad at you, he just ignores you. You also noticed that you had less work than before, you no longer had to check hundreds of documents or go on dangerous missions, of course you still had a lot of work, but not as much as before.

Being his assistant also meant that you had to be around him almost constantly, so now you stood here, shivering, while he shouted at some Fatuus who was probably new and didn't understand everything yet. When Scaramouche stopped shouting at them, they quickly ran away to fix their mistakes.

"My Lord Scaramouche, wasn't that too much? After all, they are new." — If anyone else had asked him it, they probably would have ended up in the middle of the ocean with nothing, but it was you, you could tell he treated you the best out of everyone.

"If they can't do a simple job without any mistakes, I don't see a point in them working here." — He crossed his and a grimace appeared on his face. What was unusual was that he was wearing a coat, it was obvious that it didn't suit his stature, it was much too big. Then he looked you up and down.

"Do you want to be sick or something? Where's your coat?" — You were slightly surprised to hear these questions sounding concerned, which was strange coming from him.

"Oh well, I overslept and forgot to take it." — You admitted, hoping he wouldn't be mad that you overslept and that it might have caused you to be late. He sighed and shook his head. You noticed him taking off his coat and he walked over to you, covering you with his coat. You were about to say something when he suddenly started buttoning coat and he put a fluffy hood over your head, which accidentally fell into your eyes. You could hear the little chuckle from him as he adjusted the hood so you could see at least a little.

"Next time, you have to take your coat even if you're late. If you're sick, that means you won't be able to assist me, do you understand?" — His gorgeous eyes stared into yours, all you could do was nod because you didn't know what to even say. He started to walk away and you stood frozen in his coat, you could smell the faint scent of his perfume since he didn't wear it often.

"Are you coming?"

"Yes, my Lord." — You quickly ran to him, hiding your face in hood to hide your embarrassed face. What you didn't know was that he had a bit of pink on his cheeks, which he hid with that hand.

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Masky x Female Chubby Reader| Part 1

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"She might just be a self conscious girl."

"You weren't watching her 24/7- you frowning prick."

"You get to watch a pretty girl's every move- oh the hassle."

"Fuck off."

You could hear two voices. Voices that caused vibrations and vibrations that caused feeling. A terrible aching came crashing upon you- similar to when you have done exercise in the past. 

Your eyes shot open. Your limbs were restricted. Plastic shackles squeezed your thicc wrists and ankles cutting off your circulation, and were tied to the metal arms of a metal chair. The metal was cold. You were in some form of a interrogation room. Unlike the movies it looked like shit. The floors were covered in blood stains and vomit stains. 

"Tell me why we should keep her alive."

There were two figures across this room.

Under the dim light you could see they were both wearing yellow attire. One was wearing a hoodie and a frowning mask and the other a feminine mask and jacket. You could tell from their figures they were male. The hooded one had his arms crossed his chest. 

"What is she worth to us?" he asked. 

"She knows where it is."

The masked one snarled. The hooded one let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah- she also knows how to ease drop," he said aloud.  

His head angled in your direction. The other mimicked that action and from beneath his pale mask his dark eyes pierced into your vulnerable form.

You then noticed the crowbar in his gloved hands. It speckled with red and looked rusty. Maybe you missed a beat in your heart or you let out a frightened sound.

Maybe you were dead silent. 

He took a step forward. His movements were as continuous as water and you heard each step vibrate through the room.

He was now right before you and towered over you. 

"Where's the box?" he asked. There was something in his tone that told you if you didn't answer him soon he'd lose it. Maybe you just kept looking at him, trying not to show your fear. Or maybe you tried to avert eye contact. 

SLAM. 

Sideways his crowbar collided under the armrests of your chair, pressing into your belly. 

"Where is the fucking box?"

Maybe you screamed or maybe you stared at him wide eyed.

"She just woke up," said the other man, quickly approaching the two of you, "Give her a break- you already beat the shit out of her."

The masked guy looked back at him before looking back at you with twice the amount of fury. 

"She. Knows. Where. Slender's. Box. Is."

"How can you be sure," the hooded guy said, now standing right by his side, "Besides the fact that your a know it all."

You felt the pressure of the crowbar leave your stomach and you saw it swing. You squeezed your eyes, thinking it was going to hit you but no. Instead it was aimed at the hooded guy. 

"SAY THAT AGAIN."

His blow was dodged with ease. The hooded guy dodged it and laughed. 

This made the masked guy angrier and caused him to swing again. He swung it so close that as it came back to his side the top nearly nicked your cheek. The frowning masked one (who was apparently snickering) had to duck, falling into a crouch. He swiftly sprang up, went around your metal chair and behind you and his gloved hands rested on your shoulders. He was using you as a shield. 

The masked guy glowered at him. 

You heard the hooded one's quiet chuckle and you felt his breath on your neck. 

"According to Slender if she does know anything then she's useful," he said. 

The fingers released your shoulders and he walked around your chair to a nearby door. A exit. 

"If she doesn't...."

He turned, walking backward to the door and made a gun to the head gesture- a gesture of blowing out someone's brains. 

"Get out of here," snarled the masked one, not looking back at him. You could see the rage wanting to explode from beneath his mask. 

The hooded one laughed, his voice bouncing off the walls. You heard his snickers even as the door closed behind him. There was silence. 

Maybe you felt like crying or you felt numb.

Would you die?

The masked man fingered his crowbar before his eyes looked at you through his mask holes. 

"You need to tell me."

His stare was so intense. 

Okay. Okay.

He wanted to know where a box was. Slender's box. Maybe you've heard of the Slender folktale. Or maybe you haven't. Either way this caused you to feel distressed. Where would you find a box?

Clatter. 

The masked guy dropped his crowbar.

He reached and his gloved hands- rested on the sides of your arm rests, brushing your chubby arms. The masked guy leaned forward. Maybe out of instinct you tried to lean back- but you couldn't.

He kept looking at you. His breath managed to escape his mask and touch your face.

"Can't you take a hint, princess."

You could see his eyes were filled with irritation but also a slight nervous look. 

"You need to pretend you know where that box is. Unless you want to die."

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There will be a sequel.

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 17: A Friendly Game

I love my job.

Well, most of it. My daytime routine isn’t exactly painless. The injuries I've acquired will never go away. Both physically and mentally. But the liberty of night makes up for it. The highlights of each evening’s… encounters make it the best factor of my job.

And I love it even more now that I have an official uniform. A title. 

The Reaper’s attire consists of a jumpsuit made of sleek, black fabric. The material is loose enough to be flexible but still outlines my feminine curves. Across my chest is a sash with pockets containing instruments of death. Knives, poisons, toxins, even a fold-up scythe. On my feet are plain black leather boots with a tiny heel to them. Inside each is a knife hidden in the heel. The article of clothing that completes the ensemble is the hood. I stitched a black hood to the neck of my jumpsuit, almost creating an assassin-like appearance. Thus the Reaper name. On my face I wear a Halloween mask I found on sale. Covering everything but my mouth, the mask allows me to taunt my victims before their conviction. My voice is the last thing they hear and my eyes are the last thing they see.

Such as the man sprawled on the pavement in front of me.

“It’s you! If- If it’s money you want I can-! Ow!”

I fling a small knife into his torso. This man, like many others, has been cheating his company’s employers out of a proper salary. Instead of rewarding the appropriate amount for their hard work he diluted the money to fund his new yacht. 

“Money does not save you from judgment,” my muffled voice grunts through the mask. “I’m here to further the process.”

I grip my scythe and lift it high. One swing and-

Slice!

The man’s speechless face gawks up at me as blood gushes from the fresh cut on his throat. He slumps over dead in less than a minute. Police will find the body in the alley in approximately twenty minutes. Just enough time to make it eight blocks over.

“Aahhh! No! No more! Aaaahh!”

Hm. Those screams weren’t caused by me. Which means-

“Ophidiophobia. How deliciously… normal. Do you know how common it is to have a fear of snakes?”

Which means Dr. Crane is back to his old tricks. Tonight he seems to have chosen a young man who looks more nerdy than Nigma. As usual he’s wearing that sloppy mask.

I lean the scythe against a dumpster and take out my whip, courtesy of Selina. I shouldn't butt into another villain's scheme, but just because I'm a killer doesn't mean I'm completely heartless.

Crack!

Both men’s heads turn to face me. I can’t see Crane’s reaction but the geek looks like he just spotted a ghost.

“Not another snake!” he screeches.

The Scarecrow lets out an annoyed groan. “I’d like to finish my experiment, if you please. So if you could make yourself scarce that would be the best for both of us, Reaper.”

“Now, now, be nice.” 

I shove him away and jerk my head to tell the man to scram. He takes off running as if I set him on fire. Crane isn’t taking it well.

“I assume honor among criminals doesn’t apply to you?”

Behind my mask I roll my eyes. “My my, you haven’t changed a bit, Dr. Crane.”

In one swift movement I swipe my leg under his feet and send him crashing to the ground. He tries to get up but I kneel down and push him against the wet ground.

Behind Crane’s own mask his eyes widen. “Wha- Calico?”

“Hello hello, Johnny.” I smile sickly sweet at him. “Seems like you’re in a bit of a pickle, eh?”

I can’t tell if he’s trying to laugh or yell. He wiggles and thrashes beneath me but I’m still stronger. He’s not going anywhere without explaining this.

“So. You drug college students now?” I snatch his mask off and his furious eyes glare a hole through my skull. “I never thought you’d prey against someone so similar to yourself.”

“Says the woman who drenches her hands in blood every night,” he seethes. “Now get off of me!”

“First I need to know that you’ll pick your test subjects more carefully.”

“Fine!” Crane hisses. “Happy now, Mother Teresa?”

My temper sparks. “Remember that I helped bring your consciousness back.”

He shakes his head. “No, you just walked away after I’d just escaped death. You left me!”

“You drugged me!” I bite back. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that.”

Crane doesn’t answer right away. He just keeps glaring at me, almost as if internally debating if he should be sorry or pitiful. “Get off me.”

Very well. I stiffly rise and pivot to walk back to the dumpster, grabbing the scythe and warningly point it at the flustered doctor. 

“No more poisoning innocent lives.”

With that I rush back into the dark streets, back to home. What did he expect? That all is forgiven just because his sleeping mind trusted me? I will never forget what he did. That terrible feeling, those eyes…

I shake the dark thought away and make my way back. There’s no question that I will run into him again. The lingering question is on what terms?

Oh. Was that tomorrow? It is. 

Tomorrow night is the night I promised Nigma that I would attend a small card game. Since Batman’s been gone it’s easier to plan get-togethers without too much fuss. I guess abstaining from killing for one night to partake in some social time won’t hurt.

General POV

“You did tell her, right?” 

The Riddler groans. “Yes, Harley. Callie should be coming.”

“Selina won’t be here,” Ivy informs the two as she takes a spot at the table. “Said something about infiltrating Wayne Manor for a party tonight.”

“I could have attended,” Mr. Cobblepot inputs. “But there are far too many cops in attendance at tonight’s Dent memorial. Ms. Kyle is bold for attempting such a robbery.”

“Well, you know her. Always the risk-taker.”

The four criminals take on a comfortable silence and sip their drinks. Everyone can sense the changing tide in Gotham. Whispers have turned to rumors. The familiar League of Shadows might have set their sights on Gotham once again. It’s all a matter of time.

“Don’t all of you start without me,” a voice drones sarcastically.

“Sit down, sack-head,” Harley drawls and pulls the Scarecrow into a chair. “Why do ya look so glum?”

Nigma chuckles. “Probably because his fear toxin failed. Again.”

“Or maybe he’s still sour because he’s soft on Callie,” Ivy smirks. “Pity she isn’t so easily corrupted.”

Cobblepot sips his drink. “We’ll see about that when she gets here.”

Dr. Crane’s thinking comes to a halt. This whole time he’s kept his growing feelings for the darkened young woman deeply buried. He will never admit to it but he can’t shake the guilt that has also multiplied. Why, why did he have to give her that dose? To prove to himself that he didn’t care? Well… Joke’s on him. But the Penguin’s words have his thoughts swimming.

“Wait what did you-?”

“Hello everyone.”

All heads turn to see Dr. Prentiss strutting down the aisle towards the table. Only it’s not the Calico they remember. It’s the Reaper. 

“Deal me in while I order something strong.”

She lowers her hood and walks off to the counter. While she talks with the bartender Dr. Crane tugs on Nigma’s jacket.

“You devious lunatic! Why did you invite her? Need I remind you that she is not on our side?”

“She’s on no one’s side,” Harley intervenes and pulls the men apart.  “As long as she doesn’t kill us I say we’re square.”

“I agree,” Ivy says and glares at the crazed doctor. “Thanks to you she’s been through enough to go off the deep end. Kind and caring Calico Prentiss is now the sinister Reaper. Bravo, Crane. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

Talk about rubbing in shame. Crane doesn’t meet the green botanist’s stern gaze. Instead he’s trying to muster enough nerve to keep calm as Calico marches back to the table, a fresh cocktail in hand. It's not fair for someone to look so- so... captivating, and still be so-. Why does he hate her? Because she's good... But she's not anymore. She's a killer. A ruthless, cold-blooded... Stubbornly red-hot killer.

Dr. Jonathon Crane is wise in many things, but decrypting emotions is not one of them.

Calico's POV

Of course he’s here. I knew I’d see him again, just not… so soon. Fortunately I think the terms are in my favor. 

“Finally take a night off killing to see your old pals?” Harley chimes.

Her bubbly personality is a refreshing change from the usual dreariness I encounter.

“You know me, Harley. Always working.”

“And may I be the first to say that your new look is dynamite!” Riddler applauds.

“Thanks, Nigma.”

Penguin nods in approval. “Indeed, Ms. Prentiss. The upgrade in your criminal expertise is most impressive.”

Harley elbows the quiet doctor. “Whaddya say, Crane? Callie sure looks good!”

I can’t get a read on him. Is he sad, bitter, resentful? He lifts his head with a cocky gesture and pretends to scan my uniform for the first time.

“If you say so.”

Silence resumes and Penguin begins dealing cards. Harley’s subtle attempt to seat me next to Crane goes south and I inch closer to Ivy. No offense to the clown girl but the pathetic excuse for matchmaking has long sailed. 

The night goes on. Bets are made, money is lost. I never gamble anything other than my life so I keep clean. Eventually the hour grows into the early morning and we start saying goodbyes. First Penguin, then Ivy, then Harley, then Nigma… And now it’s just Crane and me.

“Have you-?”

“No, Dr. Prentiss. I have not drugged any ‘innocent lives’ since our last meeting.” He finishes his drink and dares to lean closer. “You don’t like the attention, I can tell. But off the record I do like that outfit on you.”

His intuition is surprisingly thoughtful. Not that I should care. But a fraction of me does anyway.

“A lady’s attire can be both elegant, captivating, and yet practical. It’s not as catchy as Selina’s but my goal is to not be seen. Still, the Reaper needs something to wear for the funeral.”

This gets a chuckle out of him. Why am I being so laid-back? I need to hate this psycho! 

“I never stopped thinking about your psychosis,” he murmurs after a while. “What new phobia you have, what makes you tick. What you find… arousing.”

In the corner of my eye I see he’s looking straight at me. I will not give him the satisfaction of eye contact. Even if he hasn’t diagnosed my phobia from that last hallucination episode I do not feel like addressing that nightmare again. Especially not with him.

And yet… There’s a hidden intention behind those blue eyes. He’s not asking only for his obsession with fear. Does Jonathon actually care about something other than fear? Or perhaps someone?

“While I appreciate that I’m the Scarecrow’s current unsolved puzzle, that almost borders on being obsessed. You need a new hobby, Dr. Crane.”

I give him a quick pat on the shoulder and excuse myself for the night. It’s been fun but now it’s back to work. Tomorrow I have to- Ugh. Right. I can’t wait.

[hybbart]

I want to ask, for your Guide Jimmy, what are some of your favorite things about his design or just overall your rambles about anything relating to the au lol

Well, I'm a little obsessed with the concept of Jimmy in a gas mask- if you couldn't tell. So that was a no brainer. Honestly part of it was because Tango has his hood to obscure his face but I didn't want to just give Jimmy the exact same outfit and I think the shock of his hair and wings is important to the design, plus his face is a bit too friendly to be spooky. It fit with the cave theme too, I think, and gave the appearance of a silent mysterious guide without a hood. Mostly though it's cause I love the idea of Jimmy with a gas mask. Lol

The bird cage lantern felt like a no brainer but I wanted him to have a counterpart to Tango's keys (my brain saw the lantern as a counterpart to Tango's gauntlet I guess) so I thought at first to give him his own keys on a chain around his neck, or possibly a necklace with a soulfire in it but that seemed better suited for the lantern. (I think the light in the lantern is probably his soul and when he's killed it returns to the cage and picked up by Tango until he's summoned again) In the end

I thought a compass would be a cool item for a guide and then I remembered there was a new type of compass that was the perfect colour (my first idea was a lodestone connected compass, like when the card is played he is summoned from the compass itself and becomes it) and really, a cursed spirit whose death will be its summoners undoing who is wearing an ominous necklace showing exactly where the last summoner failed seemed very fitting. (Also Tango uses it to find him probably) very grim reaper vibes, and I love the concept of Jimmy as an alternative grim reaper who summons death with his own.

The outfit kinda came together on its own, I wanted it similar to Tango's but not the same, so I gave him shorter robes (longer ones didn't suit his gangly bird legs) and longer gloves. Made it fit his usually more top heavy design basically.

I thought it was a shame and a bit awkward that the design ended at his hips essentially and I didn't want this same cinched fur waist Tango had since he doesn't have the hourglass shape, so I though a sash would look cool, especially with the long trail, and it made him almost raptorish. The yellow was because it balanced the design a bit better. The frost on his wings was similarly for balance and the emphasis the cold since he wasn't as fluffy besides his collar.

The makeup was to match Tango's but I ended up going wild with it despite having covered up most of his face lol. And the diamond pupil was just to make his a little more fae/inhuman, since he still has the white sclera unlike Tango. Overall the deepfrost citadel has very femme vibes to it too so I try to capture that in both their designs. (Compared to tumble town which has more masc vibes and DL which is quite neutral in a dreamy/nostalgic way... if any of that makes sense I just realized this probably sounds like nonsense to anyone else)

Basically, I really wanted him to look like some sort of fae that lives deep in the dungeon, or like the human form of the dungeon master's familiar. Um, basically if you ever read the (tragically incomplete) fanfic Lay My Curse Down to Rest? I'm kinda sorta mildly obsessed with the Jimmy in that fic and I wanted to give him similar vibes, but deepfrosty. He's otherworldly but you can maybe probably trust him.

I also just wanted him to look like he might shatter away if you try to touch him, like he might not actually be there and you could mess things up very easily by interfering with him and his task. Like he's doing you a favour and he has somewhere else to be after this. Very unobtainable, he will leave you behind if you don't follow and he will stare at you like a judgmental ghost until you do. If any of that makes sense...

And lastly of course I wanted him to look good beside Tango, like he naturally belonged there, and something is missing if he isn't.

I also have concepts for other players as people in the dungeon, hence why I decided to call it the deepfrost cast au. It would be empires and traffic people specifically because the hermits are the ones actually running the dungeons. They aren't all cards, actually if you want a sneak peak my concept for Joel is like a ghost pirate boss fight on the ship. Pixl was going to be a creature related to the crypt room too, or maybe the loot cards' manifestation.

[artzychic27]

Headcanon’s about DC Kids AU: Aurore’s hero name would be Whirlpool. Cosette’s would be Buzz Kill. Zoe’s realtionship with her blood siblings in a nutshell: “If I have a Penny for each half sibling that is only a few months older than me and is a jerk, I would have 2 Pennies. It’s not much, but weird that happened twice”. Mireille screamed at Volpina during a battle to make her illusions disappear.

Okay, let's do this!

Zoé: 'Sup, dick?

Dick: I can hear you using lowercase 'D,' you basic-ass blonde.

Zoé: Jealous I got a hot girlfriend and Starfire met someone else? Yeah, fuck you, dick.

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Jean: Okay, okay! If you guys had to choose your superhero names... What would they be?!

Simon: Kid Quick.

Denise: Really?

Simon: Kid Flash is taken.

Ismael: Krypto-Kid.

Aurore: Okay, not bad. Simon, take notes. I'd go by Whirlpool.

Cosette: Can't decide between AC/DC, Buzz Kill, or Voltage. There's just too many electricity puns!

Zoé: I am the night. I am the vengeance. I am... Still thinking of something other than Robin.

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Mireille: Hey, Volpina!

Volpina Illusions: What?!

Mireille: *Screams, causing the illusions to disappear when they're hit by the strong soundwaves, revealing the real Volpina who's going to have tinnitus for real*

-

*Still coming up with names*

Simon: Uh... Lightning Run?

Cosette: The electricity-based stuff is mine.

Simon: Ugh! This is hard! Marc, you go!

Marc: Would my Tamaranean-translated name suffice?

Aurore: Depends. What is it?

Marc: Myzan'r.

Jean: I like it!

Simon: Aw, come on!

-

Simon: Anyone want Japanese food for lunch?

Ismael: Sure.

Denise: I could eat.

Mireille: Pick me up some onigiri.

Simon: Be right back. *Dashes off, then returns seconds later with five bags in his hands* Guess who had time to grab mochi!

-

Kiran: Marc! Do the thing! Do the thing!

Marc: Okay, come here!

Nathaniel: What thing?

Marc: *Holding Kiran* Ready... Set... *Throws Kiran high into the air*

Nathaniel: ...

Marc: ... *Catches Kiran back in his arms* Nathaniel, would you like to try?

Nathaniel: *Backs away* No.

Ismael, Denise, and Marc can deadlift the Eiffel Tower like it's nothing

While on the phone, Aurore walked into the pool without a second thought and resumed her conversation for about ten minutes. It baffled Kim and Ondine for weeks

Lacey LOVES getting head pats. It's even better when she turns into a cat

Sometimes Jean talks in reverse without even thinking, and inadvertently casts a few spells

Whenever sunspots occur, Cosette's powers go haywire and create an electrical aura around her. It's best to keep your distance for a few hours... Or days

Denise doesn't even need the Lasso of Truth. Just one glare from them can have any pour soul spilling their guts

So she’s not blowing everyone’s eardrums out by stress-screaming, Mireille took up boxing to get her anger out

Tamaranean puberty can start at any age. For Marc, it started when he was fifteen, and he spent the week covering his face with his hood

Aurore: Marc, I'm sure it's not that bad.

Marc: *Crying* Yes, it is! I look like a raw glorkaroach!

Denise: Hon, you're probably blowing this all out of proportion. Now, let's see that darling face, and- *Marc pulls down his hood* Oh! Oh, Athena! That is not right!... *Pulls Marc's hood back up and pats his head* Yeah, just... Keep that on.

Marc: *Cries again*

Their outfits have some elements of their hero parents

Aurore’s skirts and tops have gold fish scales, and she has trident earrings

Mireille manages to make leather and sweaters work with each other. She also has a lot of fishnets

It’s not rare to see stars embroidered on Denise’s skirts

Marc often wears purple and jewelry made from metals found on Tamaran

Simon wears more warm colors and a few of his shirts have The Flash’s logo embroidered on it

Cosette’s color schemes usually consist of blue, yellow, white, and black

Zoé’s got a lot of black with some hints of yellow. There’s no way in hell she’s going out in Robin colors again

Ismael’s cardigan is a brighter shade of blue with red cuffs

A lot of Reshma’s clothes have vine patterns on the sleeves and hems

Lacey wears Beast Boy’s signature shade of purple with some hints of black

Jean dresses all fancy with bow ties, crop jackets, and tiny top hats on a headband

Now as for Jean and Austin’s relationship- Jean often makes Austin’s favorite flowers appear in his locker

Oh, and Austin knows that he and his friends are related to DC heroes. His dad actually came across Zoé’s dad a few times in Gotham before he was put away

They don’t care much for the Marvel heroes

Simon: Darkseid. The most dangerous villain in the universe. Powerful enough to defeat any hero he faces.

Ismael: Even Superman?

Simon: Yes.

Zoé: Batman?

Simon: Yes.

Reshma: Spider-Man?

Simon: Well, Spider-Man wouldn't fight Darkseid.

Marc: Is it because he is too lazy?

Ismael: What a bum!

Lacey: You know, this really lowers my opinion of Spider-Man.

Whenever they go into battle, there’s always this weird sequence with a 40s-era sounding announcer

Assembled in the tenth grade class of Francoise DuPont in Paris are the world's greatest young heroes. Simon! The fastest demiboy on Earth, but needs to improve his endurance. Zoé! He REALLY hates his brothers! Denise! They’ve got bracelets, and a rope! Cosette! A human taser with outdated slang! Lacey! The animal shapeshifter who sometimes eats meat! Jean! A spectacular magician who can talk in reverse and confuse people! Ismael! He successfully managed Superman’s signature curl! Marc! This alien prince is already spoken for, boys! Mireille! She can and will destroy your eardrums! And Aurore! She hates dolphins and finds them to be jerks! Evil-doers beware! These kids are doing things! Everywhere! With their underwear on the outside!

*The DC Kids look around for the source of the voice*

Aurore: Where is that coming from?!

Simon: *Searching through his bag* I-is there like a tape recorder somewhere?

Marc: *Blasts a hole through the wall* Still can’t find it!

[belit0]

Killer - part 5 (TobiIzu)

some tobi for my babes

part 4

For Tobirama, it is very easy to walk down the street. There is not a single image of him in any database, nothing that could identify him as the terrible serial killer that plagues the city.

However, there are a million pictures of Izuna. Banners, posters and flyers, all scattered in every corner of the streets, showing the smiling image of the missing Uchiha detective.

This did not please the criminal at all. Tobirama did not keep the policeman to annoy his pursuers, he did not steal him from the forces as a humiliating revenge. Keeping Izuna was simply to reclaim what is his.

The little detective has entered his radar since he took the case. Seeing a boy so enthusiastic about his job trying with all his might to catch him brought a new adrenaline rush to him. Before the Uchiha policeman started to pursue him, Tobirama no longer knew how else to have fun with his victims. No one seemed to be able to catch him, or even get remotely close to him, and the criminal developed the fear that his methods were not as memorable as he had hoped. On certain occasions, he left specifically planned clues in the hands of his pursuers, and yet no one ever got close to him.

That is, until Izuna burst onto the scene.

The detective's excitement every time Tobirama drops new clues for him was incredible, and made the blood in his veins feel hot again. Before he knew it, the delinquent began to follow his new admirer, dropping hints and watching as the Uchiha detective happily picked them up.

A puppy with new bones.

Maybe it's the killer who wants a new toy.

These same emotions are what drove him to plan a perfect kidnapping and disappearance, getting a wonderful limited edition doll.

Izuna's goal was to catch him, but he didn't count on being caught himself.

Tobirama lives in a deserted area of his town, where the only thing in sight is an old gas station that doesn't even have cable and to which the local newspaper doesn't deliver. To make his case against humanity and seek victims, the killer travels for miles, an attempt to preserve the peace of the only quiet place he knows.

He could occupy Hashirama's house, use the basement his older brother built just for him (or maybe for his own morbid desires but using the pretext of helping Tobi's cause), but the place is too elegant, showy, eye-catching. It would not help him to go unnoticed, and if a keen detective with an eye for deception were to look closely, it would be easy to understand that something was going on there. Of course, that kind of personnel does not exist, Madara and his subordinates too used to simple cases and situations not very complex to solve, unable to decipher the challenge posed by the white demon from the beginning.

That changed when his wonderful Izuna appeared on the scene, ready to take him by surprise and captivate his putrid heart.

When the albino moved into his father's old house, desolate and abandoned, without any legal registration or title deeds in the family, he understood it would be the best place to carry on his life (and his hobby). There he takes his prize, locking him in a room and keeping him as a nice toy to use whenever he wants.

The gas station is the only place to get groceries without traveling to the nearest town, and the private abandonment of this decrepit building is all someone like him needs. It's ironic, for even if he were to walk in plain sight, talk to any police officers patrolling the streets, or sit down for a coffee, no one would recognize him.

Wearing a black jacket and regularly tight jeans, Tobirama approaches the building with his hood covering half of his hair. The old lady who tends the place is a person who gave up all hope of life long ago, and spends her last days sitting there and staring at nothing, sometimes sweeping the dusty floor.

The killer buzzes the doorbell as he enters, and picks up a couple of beers as well as some food for the new puppy he has at home. Tobirama is a good owner, of that there is no doubt.

He has a strong suspicion that the old lady is the only person in this world who knows his true identity, yet she never says a word. She simply smiles as she processes his purchases, and gives him some candy before leaving.

"Madam... why is it that you are not afraid of me?"

The question is impulsive, and before even thinking about it, the killer exposed his identity completely. Perhaps this is what he has been seeking for a long time, recognition for his actions.

"You are an angel of death, if you wanted to wipe me out of this life, you would have done it years ago."

"And what if I decided to do it now?"

"No need to fear, white demon, I've already lived all my allotted years."

Tobirama lets out a strangely warm smile, and returns home with his provisions.

As soon as he walks through the door, his new puppy is there, ready to greet him.

[blujayonthewing]

Gimmiiiieee secret for one of those funky gnomes?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

After her friend and mentor, the circus' escape artist, died in a suspicious water escape accident, Idri's had an intense fear of deep water and of drowning. She doesn't want anyone to know about it partly because she finds it embarrassing, and partly just because it's connected to something painful that she's trying to 'cope with' by just simply Never Thinking About It Ever. She ALSO, more recently, has a more serious but less personal secret, which is that it turns out said mentor was not actually killed in that incident, but that his death was faked by a friend who knew he was being targeted for murder, and secretly took his place... he still has enemies, and fears that if word gets out that he's not actually dead, it might put more of his friends and colleagues in danger. Idri takes his trusting her with this information very seriously, and is determined to never tell a soul.

Melliwyk honestly fucking hates secrets at this point in the adventure, lmao. No more secrets! No fucking secrets forever!! They only ever cause problems she's so sick of things being kept secret for ~good reasons~ that always just make everything worse for no reason!! I mean she probably has some personal things that are private or embarrassing that she wouldn't want people to know about, obviously, who doesn't, but even a lot of those things are either widely known even if not necessarily by her friends (the incident with her former roommate), or things she's told them by now (the fact that her 'hood' is a novelty nightcap enchanted to give the wearer pleasant dreams, and she wears it all the time because she's nightmare-prone, especially when she unexpectedly falls asleep)

Felix went missing for awhile. He has no idea what happened during most of that time, but the last thing he remembers was witnessing a caravan camped just off the road being attacked by.... something. Huge, looming humanoid shapes of pure darkness, seemingly draining the life essence of the people in the caravan. He was spotted before he had a chance to do anything, and a creature grabbed his arm, but a voice called for it to leave him alone... After he woke up, he found his skin had turned completely grey where the creature touched him; it doesn't hurt or feel different in any way, and the mark hasn't spread, although the hand was so big that its print takes up most of his arm. He's been trying to learn literally anything about what he saw and what happened to him, but he hasn't told anybody, and he keeps his arm covered at all times.

Indigo would hate if the truth got out about what happened to their eye, where they now have an obviously false golden one. It's not, like, actually a big deal, but they give a different answer every time anyone asks, so if people knew the truth it would ruin the bit. Indigo lies recreationally so there are a lot of things about their personal life and backstory that they keep dead secret for no other particular reason than that it's fun for them. The only thing cooler than having been mentored by an ancient dragon is casually never ever mentioning it, you know?

ask about my characters! :3c

[myogi-nightkids]

Rotating an idol!au in my brain waugh

Takumi is a swing dancer who wears a panda hoodie and wears a mask cause he's embarrassed about bein a dancer; an he gets well known in the town - Everyone calls him 'panda' cause of the hood even though he officially has no name as an idol / dancer.

He dabbles in other styles and writes his own songs, but it takes him a long time and he doesn't perform his own stuff live - Just does dances to other people's stuff or to covers he makes instead.

Itsuki knows about the originals and has demo tapes much to takumi's embarrassment, but he keeps it quiet for the most part.

Itsuki helps takumi out with lighting and stage; its super low budget and the lights go nuts sometimes but when they work theres really nice light changes and spotlights on time - He tries to use a fog machine for a performance and it overkills the stage, so takumi has to save it by making it look intentional.

Keisuke & ryosuke are a duo with the red suns as back up dancers; they change who performs when - Keisuke can sing but hes not on the same level as ryosuke

He prefers rock & adjacent, but does pop-type for red sun performances for the group when he needs to, but hates singing the love songs.

Keisuke gets into a dance-battle with takumi and loses, but since he doesn't know who he actually is he goes on a hunt to try find Panda. Panda keeps landing in more contests and more eyes on him, much to his dismay - He wasn't in it for the spotlight.

Keisuke runs into Panda after shows, then practices, then just generally meeting up - then ends up aquatinted-turned-friends with takumi; some guy at a gas station who thinks hes a dumbass ( he does not know chat. ) and tries to convince ryosuke to let this Panda guy in the Red Suns.

I feel like night kids would be Blues.

Just vibes.

Keisuke does want to know who Panda really is, but he always vanishes without a trace - Takumi just takes the mask / hoodie off and walks around in normal clothes so no one can tell he's Panda.

At some point takumi is workshopping his song in the open and keisuke hears it; Is impressed with his range and skill, and hey you should join our idol grou- OI STOP RUNNING AWAY

It ends up in a cat and mouse chase for a few weeks, takumi showing up and avoiding keisuke; Keisuke complaining to Panda about how this guy just wont talk to him damnit but hes so skilled, and Panda-takumi is sitting here sweating not sure how ( or when ) to explain what the truth is.

[zorilleerrant]

It's a much much bigger thing imo that Dick didn't wear pants. Jason also didn't wear pants, for sure, but most of the import of that is based on his symbolic relation to Dick and the concept of Legacy Mantles in general. Jason having such a huge retcon so early in his story also makes it hard for me to have opinions about later retcons, so, like, sure, if he was homeless he could also wear pants, that's fine I guess? So most of this will be about Dick.

The first, and most important, part is that the Robin suit is directly based on Dick's childhood in the performing arts. It's a leotard because that's what he associates with performing, symbolically linking him to his parents for whom he's taken up the cause of the superhero. It's also a practical choice; doing acrobatics in a leotard is much easier than even flexible pants. This is why the tights/bare legs choices don't bother me: both of those work fine with a leotard, whereas shorts or pants would hinder their motion. It's also important because if he's wearing shorts or pants, the other part is a shirt rather than a vest like Robin Hood.

(Tim's switch to pants can also be tied to Jason's death as a form of increased armor, which is narratively compelling, but also a wildly different issue.)

But the other important part of this issue is that Dick Grayson is a superhero who was historically found to have unprecedented and unexpected appeal with women and queer people. The move to put him in pants is a push to divorce him from femininity, and make him conform more to the heteromasculine standard being pushed on all superheroes, especially in the insanely high budget dark and gritty action movie era.

People often cite that, as a child, it's inappropriate that he doesn't wear pants. But most girl heroes of his age (or even younger; girl babies are usually styled with this concept) wear leotards, often very high cut so there's no chance of confusing them with pants. The ones who do have shorts or pants tend to have extremely short shorts, covering about as much leg as Dick's original leotard. This is true even in media which put Dick in pants using this reasoning, making his girl counterparts continue with no pants. Therefore, it's not actually about his age, but rather the fact that the suit style is considered feminine, and they dislike that.

This part is important because the gender dichotomy is increasing as comics go on. Where there used to be a wider variety of styles girls and women wore, people are increasingly try to conform to single suit style for men and a different single suit style for women. New girls and women are pretty much always given bare legs, unless they can be attached to the Batfamily (the only DC women who wear pants). Even redesigns to cover more of a woman's legs are set back every time a new writer takes over, sometimes pointedly (as they keep doing with Zatanna). So given that the Bats have 'less feminine' suits for women, Dick wearing the 'feminine' style is even more egregious. This is the same push for extreme masculinity in Batman comics that makes writers want him to hit his kids, torture criminals, and have a lust for murder.

It's also tied into the idea that they can just do endless reboots and retcons and keep getting rid of the old stuff which, honestly, just makes the comics aggravating to read. If all of the old stuff is 'fixed' now, then why would anyone bother to read any of the old stuff? Which leads to whole generations of writers and artists creating things that seemingly have no tie to the concepts established by their forebears, and comics get endlessly more confusing, and endlessly more hostile to new readership.

tl;dr - giving Dick pants is killing the comics industry

Biggest DC Misconception

Round 1 - Match 6

Dick and Jason wore pants as Robin

They wore shorts. Tim is the first Robin to wear pants.

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Any Robin uses a Bo staff

The Bo staff is Tim's weapon.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi got tossed into AU where he had died in Jungle’s base. (Reisaru)

Imagine he gets tossed into this alternate universe that's like maybe just a week or two out from when the jungle mission happened and at first he thinks he's just been sent into the past. Say Fushimi gets hit by a Strain power and when he wakes up he's lying in a bunch of rubble. Fushimi manages to drag himself out and it takes him a moment before he realizes that he's wearing his green coat from when he was in jungle rather than the Scepter 4 uniform he'd had on before. He feels this spike of pain and looks down to realize he still has his thigh wound too, it's not bleeding anymore but his pants are torn and there's this fresh scar there. Naturally Fushimi's on edge, he assumes that the Strain power must have rewound time somehow but then at the same time he doesn't recall this moment, like Douhan carried him out of jungle so why is he down here in the rubble all alone. He decides to make his way out and figure things out from there, slowly navigating his way out of the mess of jungle's hideout.

As he gets closer to the surface he hears noise and slows his pace, hiding himself and pulling out a couple knives in case he gets attacked. He hears voices coming closer and then a few blue-clothed figures come into view. Fushimi realizes this must be Scepter 4 members sent to work on the clean up but he still doesn't relax, he doesn't know what the Strain power did and he doesn't want to end up in a mess before he even knows what's going on. There are a few random rank and file Scepter 4 guys walking over and poking at the rubble and say one of the alphabet squad is there too, like Akiyama is overseeing them and giving orders. One of the squad members asks Akiyama why they're trying to clean this place up rather than just blowing up the rest and covering it over with concrete or something. Akiyama gets a stern look as he says these are Captain's orders and the random member grumbles that everyone knows the Captain is clinging to the belief that “he�� is still – Akiyama cuts the member off there, reminding him that he's still talking about his King. The member gives a grumbled apology and Akiyama gets called away to deal with something else. Left alone the rank and file guys start gossiping a little and the one who complained originally is like 'we all know this is pointless – even if we find Fushimi-san's body it won't change anything.'

Fushimi freezes at that and then gives this rueful smile, like ah so that's it. He leans back against the wall not even sure what he should do here, like so this is how it would have been if he didn't make it out. There's no way he can show himself now, not without causing a scene, so he pulls his hood over his head and secretly slips out past the Scepter 4 guys. He has a little difficulty once he gets above, there are more Scepter 4 troops there and it's hard to keep from being noticed. He manages to get away from the blockade and ends up just wandering around the city almost aimlessly, not sure where he can go for the time being since he's dead in this world. He's also maybe a little apprehensive and trying not to admit it to himself, like how is he going to get home and what if he's here forever, in this world where he never escaped jungle.

Somehow he still finds himself back at Scepter 4 headquarters, looking up at the building and just quietly clicking his tongue. He turns to walk away and then spots someone in front of him, there's something familiar about that person and Fushimi follows after. The person stops and stands there looking at the building as well and Fushimi realizes that it's Munakata, looking unexpectedly tired and haggard rather than his usual unflappable calmness. Fushimi stays just out of sight and watches him, Munakata's just fiddling with the sword at his side and it takes Fushimi a moment before he realizes that it isn't Tenrou Munakata's holding it's Subaru. Fushimi can't stop himself from stepping out of the shadows with this quiet 'Captain.'

Munakata turns to look at him and somehow there's no surprise in his face, just this tired sorrow. Fushimi finds himself blurting out 'It wasn't your fault' without even thinking, like he doesn't know why he's saying something so stupid but he feels like he needs to say it. Munakata turns away from him and laughs softly, saying that even so, it was his order, and this is a regret that no ghost can dispel. Fushimi says he isn't a ghost and Munakata correctly deduces that 'you're not my Fushimi-kun either.' Fushimi says maybe he isn't but they're the same person, so the feelings are the same. And when he was below in that place himself, not expecting to make it out, he still never blamed Munakata for a moment. Not for the mission...and not for the words he said either, that time in front of the vans. Munakata looks surprised for a moment and then it's almost like there's a weight suddenly lifted off his shoulders as he steps closer to Fushimi. Munakata says he thought that if he had died below his greatest regret would be the work that he left undone, but in reality there is a bigger regret: that he survived and still never got to say it to Fushimi, that he never meant any of those words, and that he couldn't ask Fushimi for his forgiveness. Fushimi clicks his tongue and tells Munakata not to be an idiot and did he really expect Munakata to hold a grudge – 'I'll tell you the same thing I told him: my King is the Blue King.' Munakata's eyes almost waver for a second and then he just wraps his arms around Fushimi, murmuring a 'thank you' as the world goes blurry around them. Fushimi opens his eyes again and he's back in front of headquarters again but this time in his uniform, with the squad asking if he's all right, and Fushimi says he's fine, he just had to take care of some unfinished business.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

big brother to the rescue.

BEN MILLER

TRIPLE FRONTIER. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! hope you're doing well :) i was thinking about a ben miller fic where when they're in the bar towards the beginning the reader is there with her friends and the boys push benny to talk to her bc he's getting distracted from conversation by her across the place. thanks a ton 💖

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“C’mon, little brother. She’s been looking at you the whole night”. Will says palming his back, after catching him distracted for the third time.

“Go, before I do”. Frankie challenges him with a petty smile, knowing it’s going to be enough to force the boxer to take the step.

Taking a deep, deep breath, finding in that gesture the encouragement he needs, Benny goes straight to you, waiting for the bartender to serve you another beer.

At first, you don’t notice his presence, until the unknown guy stops by your side leaning too over the bar. You two cross your gazes, sharing a soft smile that makes your knees tremble. The blonde looks really good, but for some reason, you have the feeling that he could be an idiot, so when he throws at you one of those horrible pickup lines, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna give you advice. Don’t hit a girl like that”. You just reply with a chuckle, referring to his words.

“I’m more into hitting men”.

For a second, where you were about to leave with your drink, you squint at him having a sip and trying to understand the meaning of his affirmation.

“I box, professionally”.

“Oh…” You nod your chin, puckering your lips, showing him that this fact doesn’t impress him at all. “Congrats. Good luck in your next fight”.

Not giving him the chance to continue the talk, you come back to your table under the attentive looks of your friends, who are laughing at the poor guy and the gesture on his face. His brothers, on the other hand, have slapped their faces whilst shaking their heads disappointed. As soon as Benny joins him, Santi slaps the back of his neck, causing him to choke in his beer.

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, ’cause I can’t take them off you? Really, Benny? Really?”

The guys are laughing when Pope repeats his sentence, as Will puts an arm over his shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me… Big brother to the rescue”.

Anna nudges you, making you turn on your stool to watch a second guy walking towards you, very secure of himself. The only thing you wanted tonight was to have fun with your friends and seems it’s not going to be an option. Crossing a leg over the other and nailing an elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm, you force a smirk when he offers you a kind smile.

“Good nights, ladies, sorry to interrupt. William, a pleasure”.

The man holds your free hand without asking for it to stretch it. Firmly. Like only a soldier would do —as your father does. He turns for a second to his friends, laying his oceanic and hypnotic eyes on you with a charming and funny grimace on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout my brother, you know... too many punches”. He has captivated your friends, who are gasping for him and the honeyed tone he’s using, covered by a raspy voice. “He has watched you looking at him and he was nervous, but he’s not a bad guy. Just a little asshole. But he’s worth it, believe me”.

“Okay”. You reply slowly, raising an eyebrow earning your attention little by little.

“He has begged me to not come, but I think you’re too smart to not have a date with him”.

“Your brother was right, you didn’t have to come. And you’re wrong, more or less. I’m very smart, but having a date with him doesn’t seem a very intelligent idea”.

“Got it. But he’ll be waiting for you at seven in Kaleo’s, tomorrow night”. A negative it’s not an option to the soldier, showing you his perfect white teeth in a huge smile clapping his hands before leaving. “Good night, ladies. Have a good time”.

Since last night, you've been debating with your friends if you should go to the date just to prove both men were wrong. Lucy would call you crying if you text her in case the guy is another idiot.

The first test is to see if he'd wait for you, arriving thirty minutes later than the hour William told you. Your heart can't help but race a little when you find the blonde boxer sitting on the hood of a black Mustang, in front of the restaurant. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, he has both legs crossed and his hands laced over his lap. Head bowed down and a sigh escaping his lips as he checks the clock on his wrist. Poor guy, he's thinking you are not going to come.

You send a picture of him to the chat group where your friends are asking you if he's still there and, in less than a second, you receive a bunch of heart emojis from all of them. Keeping your phone in a pocket, as you tuck in your hands too, you begin to walk towards him. Step by step. Taking your time with a soft smirk curving your lips as you come closer and closer. Watching him texting someone too, you roll your eyes, imagining it's to some random chick to hang out with, due you have stood him up. Until you're almost leaning above his shoulder and you see he's texting his brother —who is very interested in knowing if you're there or not. You melt as he replies: “amma wait another thirty minutes, maybe there's traffic”.

“You can say to your brother I'm here”. You whisper into his ear, taking him by surprise and causing the boxer to jump off from the hood.

“Oh, fuck. You scared the shit outta m— Where you readin' my phone?”

“Nah, I've some witch in me”. You lie terrible, feeling goosebumps on your arms when his gesture changes suddenly.

A grin like a Cheshire cat decorates his face, offering you his phone as he pressed the small microphone in the bottom right corner.

“Hey, big brother, I came. I hope you weren't wrong”.

“I'm Ben, by the way”. He introduces himself as keeping his phone in a pocket, to offer you his right hand.

“(Y/N)”. You stretch it then, feeling a little nervous at his touch.

“So, this is the plan. We have a beer, and if you think I'm a freak, you can run away before dinner. No questions, no explanations. You just… leave”.

God, that's really sweet. He's nervous too and you can see in his blue eyes how scared he is if you really decide to disappear.

“Deal”. You accept, tilting your head to the restaurant.

A couple of minutes later Ben is sitting in front of you and the first thing that captivates your attention is the fact that he doesn't put his phone on the table. Living in the technology era, everybody keeps an eye on their devices. Constantly. But he's not like everybody. He wants to talk. Know about you. What you do in your free time, what you do for a living, what unveils you at night… And you talk for hours.

Ben tells you what pushed him to be in the army, why he decided to dedicate his life to boxing and he also jokes about how you could fix him up after his fighting. Something like a plan of the future. Together. As friends —as he points out to not make you feel uncomfortable, thinking that he is forcing you to have a relationship. You also discover that your taste in music and movies are very similar, just like your hobbies. And that makes you think about the fact that William will tell you “I wasn't wrong”.

The boxer gladly takes you home, not stopping your chat even when one of the two of you doesn't know what to say, Benny has shown you in some way he enjoys too much the sound of your voice though —how it goes a little higher when you're excited about something, how your throat vibrates when you laugh. And he's falling in love with the disgusted tic that wrinkles your nose when you don't like something, in a funny gesture.

You would die for staying together a little more, but you have obligations to attend tomorrow and your friends haven't ceased sending your texts asking you how it's going. As Ben stops his car next to your house, you sigh not knowing what to do —if just say bye, thank you, ask for his number, kiss him? Yes, you'd like to kiss him right now, but what does it say about you? Should you wait until the second date?

“Got a fight tomorrow night if you're free”. His proposition pushes you back to reality, turning at him on your seat while resting a shoulder against it. “You can invite your friends, mine will be there”.

“Your brother too?” You ask giggling, noticing the change on his grimace to somewhat underwhelmed because of your interest.

“Yeah, he will come”. Ben mumbles pressing his lips after nodding briefly.

“Ugh… Is he the kind of person who has fun saying I told you?”

Ben's gesture suddenly changes again. The shine in his blue deep eyes reappears and you provoke him a strong laugh when you furrow your nose like he literally adores.

“You've had a good night then?”

“Yes”. You don't hesitate to respond, leaning towards him to press your lips on his cheek with a loud kiss.

“See? He told you”. Ben can't help but make fun of you, earning a soft punch to his shoulder that makes him laugh one more time. “It's in the Holou gym, at seven”.

“Okay, I'll not forget it”. You reply, taking your phone and setting an alarm an hour before starting to have time to get ready. “Good night, Ben”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

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[the-broken-truth]

The Strings That Bind Us ~ The Reunion

Summary: A Male Foreigner is found and captured on the outskirts of the village & brought before Mother Miranda & The Four House Lords. Upon waking - the male comes face to face with Angie - Donna's Living Puppet - and instantly recognizes her before calling out for Donna herself. Just who is this male and who does he know Donna?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Male OC (Vulcan)

[Unknown Place - Unknown Time]

He didn't remember where he was. He doesn't remember how he got here. All he does remember was that he traveled to Romania to search for something precious that he lost years ago. He happened to stumble upon a rather destroyed-looking village that basked in the shadow of an enormous castle; the village itself looked as if its residents all rose at once and abandoned it and all their possessions.

The man walked through the frozen dirt streets of the village with a black, hooded cloak upon his shoulders & the hood upon his head; revealing only his chin and his mouth to the elements - occasionally, his breath with leave his lips and freeze in the cold winter air. He continued to walk around until he stood in the middle of a multi-crossroads, unsure of which way to go. He stood still until he lifted his right hand - revealing a ring on his finger but this ring was different.

The ring was not made of gold or silver - nor was it made of titanium or brass - this ring was more fragile than that for the ring was made of porcelain. Its smooth white surface shined even in the low sunlight. He brought the ring to his lips and kissed the cold surface of it as he tried to keep himself from crying as the memories came back.

'I'll find you and I promise I'm going to protect you - both of you.'

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of twigs breaking and snarling - he looked around and saw a creature unlike anything he ever saw before - it was humanoid but its skin was grey, it has a mouth full of sharp teeth, and it the noises it made - it was almost wolf-like. He wanted it to say it was a Lycan but it looked nothing like what a Lycan would look like. There were more and more snarls - he looked to see he was now surrounded by these Lycan Rejects. That's when his 'Fight or Flight' instincts kicked in but he's never been one to flee - he never ran from a fight when he sensed something he cared about was in danger. His ring was in danger of being shattered if those things got a hold of him and he would be damned if he let anything shatter his ring. He reached behind his back - under his cloak - with both hands and withdrew two daggers with black blades and silver handles.

"Bring it." He snarled as he dashed into the line of creatures and began to slaughter them left and right until they all laid dead at his feet and his blades were soaked in blood - still dripping from the curve.

"Well - that was an interesting show to watch. I didn't think you could slaughter my lycans with knives like that and still be standing. You're strong as hell, my friend." A voice called out from behind him. He turned to see a tall man wearing a hat with a green coat - he had grey hair that was complete with a beard and circle glasses. He held a massive hammer constructed out of gears and other metals - speaking of metals, the metal that surrounded him on the ground began to levitate around him with each step he took. The stranger took a puff of the cigar he was smoking.

"You call those 'Lycans'? Please, don't make me laugh. Also - who the hell are you?" The cloaked man asked.

"Oh - you're not a local! That's even better." The hammer-wielder smiled as he pointed at the cloaked man - sending a pole flying at him at high speeds until it stabbed through his cloak and into his shoulder, making him grunt and drop one of his daggers; which then got pulled into the strange man's magnetic field.

"Mother Miranda's gonna love you." The man smirked as more metal began to encompassing the cloaked man, trapping him in a metal cocoon of some kind. Before the metal fully took him, his armed hand covered the ring to prevent it from facing the impact of the metal. Soon - began to slip into unconsciousness.

[Unknown Amount Of Time Later]

"I'm telling you - this bastard slaughter my entire squad with these daggers." A familiar voice called out.

"Well - it's obvious your little 'game' would be more of a 'hunting game' to him. I think I can find a better use for him." An elegant feminine voice called out as a response.

"Oh, and what use is that? Using him to make the next brood for your bloodline? Please - he's a hunter so he goes with other hunters and if it takes to him better then he can be the alpha I was looking for." The familiar voice said again.

The unconscious man began to stir awake & opened his eyes to see...wait...It couldn't be her. The familiar large head and thin body with thin limbs, downed in a wedding dress-like attire complete with a veil. He looked at the doll - not in familiar - but astonishment and...was that hope that she saw in his eyes.

"He's awake!" The doll called out as she looked at the other people in the room.

To the left, seated in a chair - a rather tall woman dressed in the look of a royal lady. If he was to guess, she was the owner of the large castle he saw when he first come here.

Across from her was the man who trapped him - his hammer resting by his legs as he saw on a pue of some kind.

To the left of him, more tucked away in the shadows was a small figure, cloaked in fabrics as if to hide his appearance.

Across from him, seating in a chair was a figure downed in black attire, wearing a dark veil over their head, the only part of their body was their hands - by the look of those hands, that person was female.

'I've seen those hands before.' More hope filled his heart.

In the center of it all was a woman - she must have been the leader of it all.

They were talking about something - but the man couldn't care less, when he saw the doll walk away he hurried to his knees but couldn't get all the way up because of the binds but he could use his voice.

"W...Wait...Angie...Angie, is that you?" The man asked.

This caused everyone to stop talking and looked in his direction - including the doll, who was completely confused.

"How do you know my name? Have we met before?" Angie asked as she slowly moved closer to the bound male, who shook the hood off his head to reveal his looks.

His skin was tan but it was a bit paler due to being in the snow for so long. He had short black hair that was wild and free, his eyes...they were amber - burning bright with an unknown emotion.

"Yes, we have; decades ago but you were...alive like this..." His eyes widened as he began looking around. "If you're here then...Donna? Is Donna here too?! Donna?!" He began calling out - almost like a worried spouse looking for their other half.

Everyone looked at the man before looking at the veiled figure sitting to the left of the leader.

"Do you know him, Donna Dear?" the raven-masked woman spoke.

The man's breath caught as he heard her words and looked at the veiled figure who rose from her seat; Angie ran back to her and stood by her side, clenching her dress in her hands like a child holding their mother.

"Donna..." The man spoke softly - tears began to build in his eyes as he tried to rise to his feet - only to be stopped by the binds and cuffs that kept him down. He glared at the restraints and began pulling on them.

"Good luck with that. You're cuffed up ti-"

*CLANK!*

Everyone's eyes widened as the binds holding the captive were shattered, allowing him to stand at his full height.

The Hammer-Wielder jumped to his feet and summoned his hammer to his left hand as if he was getting ready to strike him but the man didn't care - he kept his eyes on Donna, who looked in his direction.

"Donna...I...I found you. After all this time, I finally found you." The man's voice cracked as he spoke with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

"Just who are you? How do you know us?" Angie spoke from her place. The man smiled at the doll.

"It's been decades, Angie. It's only natural you don't remember me...after all - you weren't as alive as you are now when we met. My name is Vulcan and I've been searching for you and Donna since the day you guys disappeared." The man - Vulcan - smiled at Donna, who still said nothing, and slowly raised his hand - revealing the porcelain ring on his finger; Donna and Angie gasped at the sight of it.

"I kept it, Donna. I kept this ring just as I kept my promise." Vulcan slowly staggered towards Donna and Angie - completely ignoring the looks the Noble Lady and the Hammer-Wielder were giving him. He took the single step in his way and was now standing before them. He blinked - letting the tears fall from his eyes as he reached out and took Donna in his arms; hugging her as he rested the tip of his nose on her head.

"I'm here, Donna...I won't leave you, I promise." Vulcan sobbed.

Donna - who was silent for the most part - slowly reached her hands up and returned to hug as she clenched his cloak as if he would disappear - as if this was all a dream.

"Vulcan." She spoke as she nuzzled her head into his broad chest with a weak sob of her own.

[End]

[crowtrinkets]

A World Knowing You Aren’t in it

Prompt request from @mouselungs​ 

*forehead kiss* ty for that sweet sweet angst 

I wrote this at 1-2 am after watching a sad movie so uh yea I take my angst v seriously lol

Gender Neutral Pronouns for Apprentice, He/They Pronouns for Asra

Word Count: 2,208

I push my way into my shop, unwrapping my scarf from around my face. I take a deep slow breath of the not-so-fresh air mixed with dust and magical goods long since past their expiration. Wearing face coverings, just to go shopping in the market is necessary but I can't help but miss the days I could breathe in the fresh scents of spices and my favorite pumpkin bread without worry of getting sick.

"Asra? I'm back," I call out. I hear thumping traveling from the second floor and down the steps. A cloud of fluffy white hair pokes out from behind a curtain.

"Welcome home," he gives me a warm smile to which I return with my own.

"They were out of potatoes, something about merchants being scared of trade with Vesuvia," I follow them back up the stairs carrying my basket, sparse with groceries.

"I can't say I blame them," Asra mumbles to themself. I only hum in response, not wanting to push this topic further.

Asra has talked about leaving many times, but we had yet to do so, if we had the means we could but, there's no money in magic that can't heal a plague. Placing my basket on the counter of our kitchenette I pull out the food items I bought. Asra snatches an apple and bites into it but then grimaces.

"This apple is soft, like it's been left out," he goes to throw out the apple but I catch his arm.

"Don’t throw it out, if they're too soft I could make a cobbler or something out of them," taking the apple from Asra's hand I place it in a bowl with the other fruit I purchased.

"Oh, but they were out of sugar… maybe they're sweet enough on their own?" I mumble to myself.

"There's no need to go back out just for sugar, I'm sure we'll manage without it," Asra says with a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. They grab the lettuce I pulled from the basket out of my hand.

"Why don't I put these away while you go take a bath hmm? Wash the city air off of you," I give Asra a short nod and head off to the bathroom to wash up.

Suddenly feeling the weight of my day, running all the possible errands I can at once, so I am exposed less to the outside. I grab a towel from our tiny linen closet and pass by to give Faust chin scratches.

"Have you been bundled up here all day?" I question. She only responds by slithering closer so she can lean into my scratches. Her movement causes a blanket to fall, revealing a pile of books under it. My curiosity is piqued and I pick one up to read its cover. "Nopal Desert" it reads. I pick a map that was underneath it, depicting the better part of Vesuvia and surrounding territories. Nopal circled in ink. I hear Asra humming while he opens and closes the cabinets in the other room. I elect to bring it up after my bath.

The water is hot, almost too hot for my liking, but its burn soothes me in a way. Making me feel something other than the heavy burden that lays on the whole city's shoulders. I let myself sink down until the water cradles my head. Curling up so my whole body is submerged. I stare at the ceiling, watching the steam from the bath slowly rise, allowing condensation to sit on the wooden beams. I didn't bother to open the window so the bathroom could stay dry. I'll do that afterward. The water cups my ears, muffling the already quiet streets outside. My mind travels back to the books and maps I saw earlier. Was Asra trying to get us to leave? I explained in the past that I can't afford to pay rent on my shop and pay rent in a whole new area. Vesuvia is unsafe but the shop is my home, my lively hood. I can't give it up. I lie there, pondering and contemplating until the water has become lukewarm. My body aches after laying in the tub for far too long. After drying off my body and getting dressed I exit the bathroom, not bothering to stop my hair from dripping all over me. 

I walk towards my bed, finding the books and maps, untouched, and staring at me. I let out a frustrated sigh and collect the items.

I walk into the kitchen to find Asra nursing a cup of tea, and gazing out the window. They haven't noticed me yet. His eyes stare longingly out at the night sky. Sad and distant. I quietly approach and gently place the items on the table. Asra looks up at me in surprise. Neither one of us talks for a while. I clear my throat.

"What are these?" I motion to the map with the large black circle around the words that very obviously do not say Vesuvia. Asra places his cup down and fully faces me.

"Well I thought we could… stay there, I've heard the plague isn't present there and we could go, we could be safe and not have to worry about wearing face coverings just to go shopping," Asra's demeanor becomes meek the more he talks. I let out a sigh and collapse into the nearest chair.

"Asra I told you, I can't afford to keep my shop if I'm not here to work in it,"

"I can help you!" Asra says, straightening a little. "I-I've been painting masks to raise money, and we could go to Nopal for a few months, I could sell masks out there and you can have a makeshift shop in the desert," Asra reaches for my hand, taking it and rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. I give him a tired look.

"Asra, it's not that I doubt that you couldn't help me pay, it's just… Vesuvia is my home, our home, and I can't just leave at the drop of a hat like you," Asra winces and pulls away.

"Who knew you thought so little of me," he mumbles. I mentally kick myself for my choice of words.

"I'm sorry that’s not what I meant," I bring my head into my palm and lean my elbow on the table.

"What I'm trying to say is this is my home and I want to protect it so… I've decided I want to study medicine, to help with the plague," I look up to meet Asra's eyes. Their face pales and they sit back in their chair.

"Oh," is all he manages to say. I sit up fully and bring my hands into my lap, wringing them nervously together.

"I could use my magic to help too, and I want to be able to help the people, just like I did when I had people coming by regularly for magical ailments," I try to say something, anything to get Asra to stop looking at me the way he is. Scared, confused, frustrated, maybe even a little mad. He suddenly rises, his chair squeaking along the floor as it's pushed back.

"Asra please," I say barely above a whisper. Asra walks over the kitchenette and paces before turning to me, expression full of pain.

"That… That’s a terrible idea," he says. I suddenly feel taken aback.

"What wanting to help?" I say. Asra's face twists.

"You'll get sick, you'll… You will get hurt, you won't be safe!" he exclaims, starting to pace once again.

"There are people dying Asra I can't just sit around and let it happen! I want to do something, we can do something, we're both magicians!" I rise from my chair so I can fully face Asra as he frantically paces and runs his hands through his hair.

"How are we supposed to survive then, being exposed every day?" Asra looks me in the eye, his expression one of distress.

"Asra we're barely getting by as is," I motion to the bowl of fruit that I was organizing earlier. "The food isn't fresh, we have to go shopping all in one day so we don't risk exposure, and I am barely scraping by with my rent on the shop!" I let out an exasperated huff, folding my arms.

"I told you I would help you, I can sell masks, I can do fortune-telling just not here," Asra enunciates that last word by sharply pointing to the ground to make their point.

"I want to help, Asra… I want to be here," I shift awkwardly in place looking down at my feet. A lump begins to form in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Asra approaches me and places his hands on my forearms in an attempt to soothe me.

"Please, we can't stay here, let's just leave to where it's safe," He pleads, barely above a whisper. I slowly shake my head. Asra leans into me, trying to look into my eyes. His violet eyes, specked with tears in the corners.

"Why don't I help the people here? A-and you can stay home and make money off your painted masks," I say meeting his eyes.

"No, no no no," Asra begins to speak over me. He pulls away and faces his back to me, running his hands across his face.

"Asra I can't force you to stay here but you can't force me to leave," I say making my voice stern, hoping he understands my point. Asra quickly whips around tears falling down his face.

"Then how am I supposed to protect you!" he shouts. My breath hitches and I take a step back, my calves hitting the chair I was previously sitting on. The room grows eerily silent from his out burst.

"You can't protect me from everything, especially not this," I say, my own tears threatening to fall.

"Yes, I can! If you would just listen to me and leave! We could be safe," he approaches me, hands reaching out to me. I put my own hand up, stopping him from getting closer.

"Asra, I've made up my mind about this I'm not going anywhere," my chest aches, I want to leave with him, I want to leave because I'm scared. But I know I can help these people and I can't let my fears stop me.

"Please, you'll die," his voice cracks.

"If it saves the lives of even just a few people, then maybe was worth it,"

"No, you are too important to me!" they plead.

"Asra I have made up my mind! Nothing you can say will change it!" my volume begins to rise. Asra pleads my name and approaches once again gently grabbing my hands.

"Please it will kill you,"

"Asra..." my heart pounds in my chest.

"I can't live in a world knowing you aren't in it!"

"No Asra!" tears form in my eyes and my voice starts to crack.

"You will die-"

"Then death is better than this life we are living!" I shout. I didn't mean to. But I became so overwhelmed my temper flared-up. Asra takes a step back, releasing my hands.

"Is that how you feel," he says. I can't bring myself to answer, the lump in my throat has grown 3 times in size, swallowing my voice. "Very well," Asra turns away from me. Grabbing various clothing items as he goes. He disappears around a corner and I can hear him rummaging. I take in a painful deep breath. Wiping my tears as they fall. Asra comes back in with a bag, shoving items inside angrily, my eyes are too cloudy to fully see what he's doing but I can tell.

He's packing to leave.

"Asra," I croak. "Where are you going?" my voice comes out pathetically, as I try to compose myself. But my heart races in my chest. Asra ignores my question and continues to put items in multiple bags. All his clothes, his trinkets, their books. Anything they can carry.

"Asra please," I drag my feet as I try to follow him, but I can't stop the waterfall of tears escaping me. 

Asra finally stops in the middle of the room, passing me. He has multiple bags on both shoulders. I stand at the hallway entrance and watch him. Faust quickly slithers out from behind me, Asra crouches allowing her to climb up his arm. He takes his hat off the hook and places it on his head. I stumble towards him reaching out.

"Asra I'm… I'm so-" their eyes meet mine, cold, angry, pained. I stop in my tracks

"This is the grave you made yourself, I will not be there to watch you get buried," he says. His voice cracking. Without another word, Asra turns and goes down the stairs and into my shop. 

I can only gawk in silence, in disbelief that he actually left. The wall-shaking slam of the door breaks me from my shock. I grip the fabric of my top, just over my heart. Feeling as though it has broken in two. I sink to the floor and sob, harder than I ever have because a piece of my heart has left me.

[gamergirlshelby]

Tokiya Villain AU Design

I finally bit the bullet and gave Tokiya a Villain AU Design.

Of course, as per usual, I have a bunch of my ramblings under the read more, so if you are curious about lore and my thought process on some design choices click the read more.

Backstory

Tokiya had become a villain in this AU due to not being able to handle the constant pressure of the possibility of how he might never be able to come close to being the kind of hero his father was. So unlike the "canon" version of Tokiya where he keeps moving forward, the villain Tokiya breaks down, repressing his emotions even more, causing him to have an even harder time connecting to people, and goes down the route of becoming a villain.

Tokiya does have a set of rules that he personally follows. Tokiya will always try his hardest to never kill, only killing when it can be deemed as utmost necessary.

Tokiya also will not steal from anyone who doesn't have much money, since he grew up in a low income house hold, so he knows how much it sucks to have the little you have taken away from you.

Tokiya is also not a big fan of being the cause of needless destruction. Tokiya does not care if he works with a villain who causes needless destruction, but he will try to avoid being the cause of it.

Tokiya's identity had actually been unknown, going by the villain name "Aion" (which is another Greek god associated with time, similar to his Hero name). Tokiya would actually normally head back home after his villainous escapades, since in the villain AU he had just taken a general studies course in an average high school, instead of attending UA like in the normal timeline. Tokiya's identity had only been revealed after a harrowing fight with a pro hero, nearly escaping the whole ordeal, having to go into hiding.

Design Choices

To some of you its probably a little obvious, but Tokiya's villain costume is heavily inspired by the Golden Guard from the Owl House, having a lot of design elements in common, such as them both having a mask and hooded-cloak.

The clip that holds together Tokiya's cloak is supposed to be in the shape of a bird (I did not really get that across in my drawing), since I associate Tokiya a lot with birds since they usually represent freedom, and Tokiya as a character wants to have the freedom to carve his own path in life.

Tokiya wears about three layers of shirts, first having a brown long sleeved shirt, then over that is a grey lightweight chestplate, and then a yellow vest over that, with it all being covered by the yellow hooded cloak.

Tokiya wears a mask over his whole face both because he thinks it looks cool and he wants to cover up the two scars on his face, the larger one being from a blast he took from a hero with an explosive quirk, and the thinner one being from a hero that had been good at handling sharp weapons. Tokiya's mask's two halves is are details I am proud of. The golden-colored half has a wing like slot that Tokiya can look through, referencing the bird motif I brought up earlier. However the silver-colored half has a slot that looks like the hands on a clock, referencing Tokiya's ability to manipulate how things are effected by time.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

[macolegacy]

well i for one can't wait for that mindmap, but indulge us, whom is vrupet influencing this time? big fan of her work 🧐

SO glad you asked. you see i ALWAYS wanted a jedi mole for vrupet and tried a few different character concepts for that but nothing ever stuck bc i could never figure out a good backstory as to WHY. but now that i replayed SOR on najilah my brain connected the two dots and i couldnt be happier rn.

enter Xhaan (the 'xh' like z in zebra)- Xiame's brother.

i drew him once before and he looks like this while he was still sith:

After he urged Xiame to go to nar shaddaa to save herself, he stayed on dromund kaas with their family and did what his father expected of him; basically to prepare/train to carry on the family legacy and become darth in his father's stead. what his father, or ANYONE in their family (not even xiame) didn't know, was that he was part of the revanites. he worked closely with darth arkous and their other allies in the empire together, staged the assault on tython, you know the drill. unlike arkous he managed to maintain a clean record and play pretend further, though he did not want to be part of this any longer and jumped ship. he wasn't on yavin 4, but his name WAS on the files theron sent both to darth marr and to satele, files which vrupet (who was on yavin 4 with khalid and marr) also got a hold of. as someone who mingled quite a lot in sith society, she noticed his name immediately. now he wasn't the only person she blackmailed with that list, but she was the most intrigued with him; his family had prestige (xiame was declared shipwrecked and dead for the sake of the family's image), he was on his way to a secured seat on the dark council - why would he give that up and side with the revanites? she told her agent rylen to track him down, and once they found his location, she interrogated him. he'd tell her he was only interested in revan's teachings of dark and light and not this battle thats happening during SoR, but that he knew if he returned to the empire now, he'd be declared traitor and killed on the spot if they were merciful. vrupet made him an offer; she will get his name cleared off the list and get him out of imperial space safely, only if he will be her mole in the jedi order. he was dumbfounded at first, but quickly realized that was his only option at both doing his own research on revans teachings and actually surviving out there without the empire on his neck. so, he agreed. and THATS how he went to the order and became jedi, all while being vrupet's inside man in the order. he probably isn't her only one but he doesn't know that and i won't develop them anyway so. trust me they're there. <3

he changed his name and his appearance (took off the golden piercings), and the longer he stayed w the jedi, the more he actually found he agreed with them more than with the sith. by the start of KOTET etc he actually becomes a fullblown jedi, but he's still serving out of fear and he feels TERRIBLE about betraying the order.

at some point his formerly orange eyes will become silver as he embraces the light side more, and he'll make a new saber as well with a frost-blue/silvery blade instead of his former purple one. also adding silver piercings cause he missed wearing them. his armor will be hooded and cover his face cause he's still shy/scared about showing his face as a pureblood in the order