#but yay STORY!!!

[dooanuh]

eons-old angelic being receives carabiner from local dyke (not clickbait)

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~Arin's Magical Girl Transformation~

[anniilaugh]

”So.. somebody forgot to mention it’s their birthday, huh.” 💚💛

[dreamyluigi]

GO TEAM IDLE!

[soggedupfrog]

Homestuck kid designs in 2024

[stump-not-found]

The family goes to an interdimensional Farmer's Market, Ford gets a lesson in how to haggle, and Stan gets a lesson in how not to approach his brother about his games collection.

Things go a little off the rails, but hey - at least Bill's not here!

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5502 Foundry Rd., home to June B. Jameson, affectionately known as “Junie” or “JJ” to her friends and loved ones. She’s an eclectic whirlwind of a girl, always quick with a joke and a perpetual smile glinting behind her eyes. 🪲

[tawnysoup]

Transitional phase

[rennybu]

seek out, sink down

[oh-gh0st]

shadowpeach fans i hope this finds you well 😁

[thestuffedalligator]

I’ve talked about this before but I feel obligated every now and then to talk about the time Jimmy Stewart smuggled a yeti finger from a Nepalese Buddhist monastery to America.

The Pangboche Hand was the skeletal hand of a yeti who was a disciple of Lama Sangwa Dorje, and the finger of the hand was stolen in 1959 by a Bigfoot researcher named Peter C. Byrne after the monks refused to let him take the hand for research. Once Byrne got the finger into India, “It’s A Wonderful Life” star Jimmy Stewart, James “Anatomy of a Murder” Stewart, smuggled the finger out of India and to the States by — allegedly — hiding it in his wife’s lingerie case, because no gentleman would ever check a woman's lingerie case.

Byrne, by the way, was hired to steal the finger by eccentric millionaire oil tycoon Tom Slick, who spent the ‘50s obsessed with cryptozoology before dying in a plane crash in Montana. Not important for the story, important to me personally that you know this.

And I tell you this because “Jimmy Stewart smuggled a yeti finger in his wife’s lingerie case” is a fun collection of words and also to remind you that cryptozoology is awash with colonial assholes who will step over other cultures to find the “proof” they feel entitled to.

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[cackling] Robin: Why don’t you guys find something better to do and pick on someone else-.. or better yet, no one at all! … Titus: What’re you gonna do about it, gingy? … Robin: Is that enough, or do I have to knock all your fucking teeth out too? Titus: The fuck-… Levi: Dude, the team-.. it’s not worth it. Harry: He’s right, man. … [raucous laughter] Aster: What’s so fun-.. woah, what happened? Harry: Gingy just fucking popped off, man! Threatened to knock Tit’s teeth out n’ everything. Aster: Oh my god, and I missed it?! Titus: [scoffs] I’d like to see him start again. Levi: Maybe let your nose heal first… [Levi stifled his laughter as Titus snorted, covering his upper lip with a fresh wave of blood] Aster: What’d he sound like? Molly: His voice was deeper than I thought it’d be. Titus: I think he broke my nose… … Robin: Sorry, I’m just sick of them treating you like that-.. thinking they’re better than everyone, it’s pathetic. … Robin: I don’t care when it’s me but it pisses me off when they do it to you. Robin: I guess I shouldn’t have threatened him though, or punched him quite so hard… … Robin: What..? Alex: Robin, you’re talking-.. like, a lot. Robin: Oh, yeah… [Alex clapped her hands wildly and squealed, failing to conceal her excitement] Alex: Sorry, sorry! I shouldn’t make a big deal out of it, I just-.. it’s exciting! Robin: It’s fine, I don’t usually revert once I’ve started. You can be excited. Alex: AAAAAAAAAAAA!

[kirby-the-gorb]

[thevoidstaredback]

Danny smiled from his place on the clocktower roof. He'd been in Gotham for a while now, two years to the day exactly, but he'd never get tired of the view. Sure, he hated not being able to see the stars at night, but there were worse things. He did make sure to leave the city every night to see them, though.

He liked being up high. It reminded him of, not simpler times, but times when he wasn't as alone. Jazz had made her way to Harvard, Tucker was MIT, and Sam was at Pomona. Danny was nowhere.

They say after he turned fourteen, he died. It, to say the least, wasn't a pleasant or painless death, though it didn't hurt past the initial shock and revival. When he was sixteen, he realized he wasn't aging. Sure, Danny Fenton aged until he was sixteen, but Danny Phantom stopped at fourteen. Good for keeping a secret identity, but horrible for wanting to half live normally.

The day after he turned eighteen, exactly four years after he died, Danny disappeared. He left everything behind and hid out in the one place he'd always said he'd avoid. It was the one place no one would look for him. The one place where he was just another face in the crowd.

Gotham City allowed Danny the anonymity that normally came with death. Instead of just another headstone in the graveyard or a body in the harbor, though, he was just another kid on the streets in a busted hoodie and jeans. No one looked twice and no one asked questions.

In the two years he's spent on the streets of Gotham, he's learned a lot. Survival was something all humans are born with, but growing up with neglectful parents amplified that instinct. Dying and becoming an unwilling hero honed those instincts. Living in Gotham gave him a chance to learn more.

Learning the lay of the land was another thing he learned very quickly. Batman is over all of Gotham except for Crime Alley. That's Red Hood's haunt. Gotham Proper was split into blurry lines and shared between Batman and Robin, Red Robin, Orphan, and Spoiler. Nightwing is over Gotham's sister city, Bludhaven. Signal is the only day shift, so he had the most ground to cover in the least amount of time.

Of course, the Rouge's all had their own territories drawn with hard, barely flexible, lines. Black Mask was really the only one to breach those lines by trying to take Crime Alley, but Red Hood had been keeping him in check.

Learning the rules for each territory and how to interact with each person, Rouge or Vigilante, took time, but he managed. His own experiences had probably helped with that.

The next thing Danny had mapped out was where the neutral stations were. Every territory had them. They were places no one attacked because the important ones have standards. In Crime Alley, it's The Club. In Penguin's area, it's the Iceberg Lounge. Ivy marked off Robinson Park. Etcetera. The Joker is really the only major Rouge without a neutral mark on his map, but that's because he's more of an asshole than the rest. An asshole with standards, but an asshole nonetheless.

Very few of those neutral areas were available to spend the night in. Even fewer we're hiring. So, the homeless population of Gotham City stuck to the streets and back alleys.

However, there were two places Danny knew he could go where he'd be safe from scrutiny if someone looked too close at him. The Club in Crime Alley where all the working girls and boys checked in and reported any Bad Johns or Bad Janes, and The Iceberg Lounge in the richer parts of Gotham.

The clocktower was where Danny liked to spend his nights when the streets were too loud and the lights too bright and the fights too close for comfort. Oracle, who was Batman's eye in the sky and ear to the ground, worked from the clocktower, but he made sure to avoid her. It wasn't easy with what's basically super hearing that he can't turn off, but he found a spot near the very top where he could block out all Bat Business. Plausible deniability and all that.

Danny misses the stars. He misses being able to peek his head out of his bedroom window and name of each constellation he could see. He can't do that in Gotham because of the light pollution that clung to the sky like black mold. It was part of the reason he'd sworn to never go to Gotham.

There are Shades in Gotham. Shadows of people who have died but aren't quite ready to move on. He helps them as best he can, but there's so many that he sometimes feels like he's cutting off a Hydra's head. He gets to see results, though. Some days the parks are more colourful, the clouds have drifted enough to let natural sunlight through, and the graveyards are buzzing with thankful energy.

Danny forwent the thought of trying to get a job a while ago. As far as the world is concerned, Danny Fenton is missing, likely dead. Being dead, in case it wasn't well known, is a legal barrier. Sure, most jobs in Gotham didn't do background checks, but Danny didn't really want to join the Goonion. He's just fine living on the streets.

Ectoplasm is scarce compared to Amity Park, but that's to be expected. Besides, the miasma crushing the city like a weighted blanket was enough to sustain his basic abilities. Food was a bit harder to come by, but, like sleep, he could survive longer without it than a living being can. If anyone were to ever ask - though the likelihood of anyone even finding out - how he was alive, his answer was "Photosynthesis, but for ghosts."

Danny liked being just Danny. No name, no responsibilities outside of keeping himself alive.

Danny Fenton, the loser nerd who fell to the bottom of all his classes, who's obsessed with space and everything in it, who could tell you exactly how long it would take to get from Earth to Betelgeuse and back, is dead. He died the day after he turned fourteen.

Danny Phantom, the hatefully loved vigilante who appeared with the throngs of ghosts, who grew more powerful with every fight, who won more fights than he thought he could because there was no other option, is gone. He disappeared after exactly four years.

Danny just exists. He lives on the streets of Gotham City, staying away from trouble because he learned how to recognize it as soon as he could walk. He loves space and finds every opportunity he can to get out and watch the stars and moon and planets. He likes heights because being up that high reminds him of when he was living and not just surviving. Was there really a difference anymore? He hangs out in graveyards and the docks because the dead are so much more tolerable than the living.

Danny liked being just Danny because Danny doesn't have the world of Infinite Realms and Possabilities on his shoulder.

Danny likes to be able to just be for once.

Storyboard Part 2

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Everyone talking about needing their bedtime stories because it's 11pm for them I didn't realise so many British people used AO3

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

so,, dnd au?

DND AU INDEED !!!! I'VE PUT THEM INTO DND !!!!!!!

This is an AU where all the characters are humans in the modern world and their DnD PC is the animal/creature counterpart. Yes I have human designs for all of them in mind no I haven't drawn it yet other than the Bishops yes I also have names for all of them as humans.

Shamura is the Game Master and Goat, Lamb and Yellow cat are the main players. The siblings do come in every now and then but their role in the campaign is different.

Story-wise, the campaign is a continuation of the campaign Shamura and their siblings had going on months prior before it ended. Shamura and their siblings' characters became powerful beings who can now have cults, religions or deals made in their name. Lamb, Goat and Yellow cat are little guys who either made deals with the Bishops or serve one of the Bishops/Crowns.

The Goat is a standard warlock, normal deal made with Shamura, no actual faith in either them or the Purple Crown. The Lamb was a follower of the Red Crown, and upon being resurrected by Narinder, made a deal with him and became a warlock, however their faith vasicllates between a simple deal or being a follower of Narinder as well as the Red Crown. And Yellow cat is a follower of the Green Crown so they are a Paladin but they do NOT gaf about Leshy tbh.

I have an atual story in mind it's like whatever I just prefer drawing everyone hanging out in this setting so you're not gonna hear about it. Anyways yay more funsies for me

Image 1: A drawing of the Goat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing a purple banner-like cloack with open sides, wide pants, and three bells around their neck. They have armored shoulder pads, armor around their legs, and a large armored gauntlet which has a purple eye design on it. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, and written "Barbarian, Warlock".

Image 2: A drawing of the Lamb from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing a red cloack over a white and darker red dress, as well as golden jewelry around their neck and waist, a golden bell, and golden laurel leaves. Their hood is long and ends with a bell and tassels. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, with golden wings on the cloack. There is written "Cleric, Warlock".

Image 3: A drawing of the Yellow cat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing wide blue pants, multiple layered green clothing, a white banner-like fleece with green motifs making an eye shape in the center, and a big green cloack. They also have a diamond-shaped copper bell around their neck, and orange markings on their fur. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, and writting saying "Rogue, Paladin."