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Clark is taking Kon and Jon out for a classic, super-style bonding flight. Just a quick jaunt around the US and back!
They don’t get far. Somewhere in Illinois airpace, they run across another family.
The three (a hulking man, a snarky teenage boy, and a cackling youngest girl, each a grayscale blur in the blue, blue sky) throw neon-lit beams of energy at one another, quips and insults flying almost as fast as they do. It looks like training. It looks like fun!
The boy of them looks like a younger version of the man. Exactly like, even. Clark is familiar with clones.
The youngest, a girl, looks like both of them, but not quite. Perhaps she will, age sharpening her childish features, but it’s hard to say. More likely, she’s the man’s daughter.
Interested, Clark introduces himself to Dan. He seems to be a hero in his own right, even if Superman’s yet to see him in action. And it’s not often Clark sees a family so like his own!
#post agit but with the hc that dans ghost form stays the same! big and scary!#clark: oh! you’re a clone? here meet kon he’s also a clone!#clark: [pushes kon toward danny] teen boy clones! you should exchange instasnaps or smth. or facebooks! kids still use that to chat right?#danielle: is this identity theft. and if so. can i steal dans ID i wanna be the evil version from an alternate timeline now#dp x dc#dpxdc#prompt#dpxdc prompt#kipwrite#less of a ficlet more of an interesting observation and funny potential misunderstanding. which actually still counts now that i think of it#whatever sorry ive been busy!!#danny fenton#dark danny#danielle fenton#clark kent#kon el#jon kent#realizing now i hardly ever spell his name connor. hm
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Jon, Kon, Tim and Damian all chatting, and start musing on their various anxieties about going dark side and how they would stop each other.
Elle wanders in and only catches the last bit where Jon and Damian are referencing world domination and is just like:
Elle: Oh, are we going dark side? Who do you guys need me to fight? I can body just about anyone in the League but I'm pretty sure Batman had some tricks up his sleeve to deal with me so we'll have to account for that. I know you guys aren't gonna want to kill anyone in your families, but I'm pretty sure I could alter the nightmare dimension to be less, you know, nightmare-y while still keeping it inescapable so that's an option -
Jon: W h a t
Damian: We are not going "dark side" Nightingale...probably.
Jon: Definitely! Definitely no dark side!
Elle, relieved: Oh thank the Ancients, that was gonna be such a bummer
Tim: Jesus Christ you didn't even hesitate
Kon: You didn't even need any kind of justification. Did you just hear Jon say "take over the world" and that was all you needed???
Elle: I mean, yeah? I wouldn't be happy about it but I'm not just gonna let Jolly and Day go and take over the world without me.
Jon: I'm not sure if I should feel touched or worried...
Damian: Are you seriously saying your loyalty to us is greater than your duty to the world?
Elle: Day I would crack the universe in half and devour the souls everyone who ever so much mildly inconvenienced you two if you asked.
Tim & Kon: *fear.jpg*
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#kon el kent#kon kent#connor kent#tim drake#jon el kent#jon lane kent#jon kent#damian wayne#dani phantom#danielle phantom#elle phantom#super serious chaos#the scariest part for Tim & Kon is the realization that all 3 of them are equally ride or die for each other#completely unhinged and devoted to each other#tim & kon are also secretly happy to know their little brothers' girlfriend cares about them so much#elsewhere bruce is frantically updating his files and trying to figure out how to account for this
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Josh O’Connor & Daniel Metz in “Hide & Seek” (2014)
#i’m not a master gif maker or anything. but i was going fucking INSANE not being able to find gifsets of this scene#so here you go. you’re welcome josh o connor kissing a man nation#hide and seek#amorous#hide and seek 2014#amorous 2014#josh o connor#josh o’connor#daniel metz#gif#gifset#this movie is mid as hell. but i liked it enough
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DBH as text posts #1
HD/modded screengrab creds: ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿
#is 13 too many for one post lol?#detroit become human#dbh#text post#shitpost#connor rk800#dbh daniel#dbh kara#markus rk200#gavin reed#dbh ralph#dbh north#nines rk900#dbh memes#mine
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Fanart for one of my favorite fics ever PLEASE READ IT >> link :)
#i loved the characterization of connor sm#dbh connor#dbh#dbh fanart#detroit become human#dbh au#dbh sumo#dbh daniel
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Daniel's reaction here is really telling.
#ben lambert really put his soul in both daniel and simon wow#he really said “I'll make daniel so memorable that everyone will remember him even if he appears for 3 minutes” and he did exactly that#dbh#detroit: become human#detroit become human#daniel pl600#dbh daniel#dbh emma#connor rk800#dbh connor
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🦾Detroit doodles from these past two weeks! When I wasn't replaying the game I was drawing these.🤖
Alice has 3 dads. NONE of them are Todd. (I need to draw Luther with Alice) Oh by the way the last two are from my own little happy ending AU where Kara, Luther, and Alice bring Ralph and Jerry(s) over to Canada with them!! They learn to adapt to life as "humans" and they all love Alice very much! She deserves it.
#detroit become human fanart#detroit become human#dbh jerry#jerry dbh#ralph dbh#connor dbh#dbh connor#dbh markus#markus dbh#chloe dbh#josh dbh#simon dbh#daniel dbh#alice dbh#this just reminded me i still have yet to draw Kara again after all these years#im still trying to find a way to draw Alice and Ralph that i like. theres a lot of brainstorming going on in these doodles but#hopefully i come up with something i like design-wize#when i was younger in 2018 i gave the AV500 or EM400?? whichever Kristopher Bosch model android in Bellini Paints his own personality#he was a snobbier version of the jerrys. like he was. i cant explain it. i cant just say “but fruity” cause like theyre both fruity#im sure someone gets it oh my god...
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I'm in my detroit phase rn 🙌 These are kinda messy and crooked, but I drew them more as a reference for myself
#detroit become human#dbh#dbh connor#rk800#dbh kara#dbh markus#gavin reed#dbh hank#rk900#dbh nines#reed900#dbh kamski#dbh chloe#dbh north#dbh simon#dbh ralph#dbh jerry#dbh daniel#phew thats a lot of tags#my art
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"and then connor said that HIS crime is being nothing-"
"WHAT?"
"I KNOW!"
#this is how i imagine it went#i love that screenshot it's so gossipy#dan and phil#phan#phil lester#amazingphil#daniel howell#dan howell#danisnotonfire#connor franta#joey graceffa#daniel preda#heydanandphil
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okay
#dan and phil#daniel howell#amazingphil#phil lester#danandphilgames#dan and phil games#tyler oakley#hi girl <3#connor franta#louise pentland#my edits#dnpgames#A Fan Perfectly Recreated Our House in Roblox#18:23
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tmw snipers get your ass and you wake up with no legs and 1/3rd of your pants ig
#dbh#artists on tumblr#detroit become human#dbh fanart#dbh connor#dbh daniel#connor rk800#rk800#dbh rk800
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Found this old snippet and don't really remember of the context for it outside of being a joking exploration of how weird the Fenton/Phantom family tree would seem to outsiders (not even getting into how relationships might be classified differently between the human side & the ghost side)
Anyway gonna drop it here as a prompt lol
Mind the quick reference to dismemberment, there's no gore or detailed description and no one is actually hurt, it's more there for comedic effect, but still wanted to give the heads up on it 👍
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Nomad motioned to the towering, vaguely vampire-looking buff dude with literal flaming hair what the fuck, “Dan, this is everyone. Everyone this is Dan. He’s my…” Nomad trailed off and blinked, a look of confused befuddlement on her face as she let the sentence hang for too long.
“Huh…” She said considering, looking up at vampire-dude, Dan apparently, with a confused furrow on her brow. “You know this is the first time I’ve ever had to try and explain our relationship to each other and I’m drawing a blank and what exactly to call you. Uncle? Dad? Brother? Like, I think you could technically be considered all three.”
What the fuck did that mean??? Kon snapped his attention over to meet Tim’s masked gaze, the look of wild confusion Kon was sure was on his own face mirrored there. Around the meeting room confused and worried looks were being shared by the rest of the League. Which like, yeah, what in the Habsburgs was happening here for all of those terms to be applicable?
“Well, you’re Danny’s Mirror, so if you consider him your dad then it stands to reason I’m also your father.” Dan said, hand coming up to his - literally flaming, how did that work? - goatee thoughtfully.
“Yeah but like, I call Danny dad just to piss Vlad off.” Nomad countered, toying with her severed arm with her still attached hand. Kon didn’t think he’d ever get over how casual she was about being literally disarmed and just…not caring. “And I definitely don’t see you as a dad. Uncle?”
The giant of a ghost shook his head with a frown, “Implies that Danny and I are brothers, which could work but gives our relationship kind of a weird vibe. I feel more like his father than anything.”
“Gramps, then?”
“No.”
Nomad laughed, “Fair, wouldn’t want to take the title of Grampa away from CW. Besides we’re both half Vlad, so I think brother works best here.” She frowned, looking thoughtful, “Maybe half brother?”
Dan considered, “Half-brother could work. Though it gives Vlad more credit than he deserves.”
“Oh come on, can you imagine the look on his face if we went in together on suing him for child support?” Nomad asked, fanged grin wicked. Dan’s face lit up at the idea, and Kon felt like they were rapidly heading towards the two ghosts running off to go and go torment whoever this Vlad guy was rather then them help deal with the current demonic problem at hand.
“Can you please explain what any of that means?” Kon asked, more a squeak than anything else. He was starting to get a headache.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dani phantom#danielle phantom#elle phantom#elle's hero name is Nomad in this one because why not lol#dan phantom#kon el kent#kon kent#connor kent#tim drake#justice league#Elle & Dan just having a very weird concerning conversation about how to define how they're related to each other#& accidentally invoking imagery of European royal families terrible marriage practices#If Bruce wasn't on the verge of trying to adopt the sassy ghost girl *before* all this he absolutely is now#Kon thought his family dynamics were fucking weird but now he's just grateful he doesn't need to use a chart to explain it#what do you *mean* you're older sister could also qualify as your grandma & your older brother is kinda your dad??#And who the FUCK is Vlad and why does it seam like he's somehow responsible for all this?#even the demon they pulled Dan in to help with has stopped what he was doing in vague horror and concern for what's going on here
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wait Nora what’s the Connor Daniel beef I deleted tiktok but need to know
super embarrassing when the nicest guy on youtube just absolutely obliterates you
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Rob James-Collier → → Sad Edition 🥺 (requested by: anon)
#rob james-collier#robert james-collier#rob james collier#robert james collier#thomas barrow#martin evershed#liam connor#saul silva#daniel watson#mine#🥺🥺🥺 he's just a baby#that little sad nod he does in the gif with carla? like a small pitiful child#he isn't the first man whose snot i've giffed 😅 though he's the only one who has done it multiple times I think
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haunted house (dad!george x reader fluff)
more promptober! just a fun fic about you and the kids making plans for when george gets home. enjoy! <3
the bell for the end of the day rings just as you make it through the school gates, wet autumn leaves on the ground and the wriggly three-year-old in your arms doing nothing but hindering an already-running-late you. panting slightly, you carefully set cara down and try to catch your breath, ruffling her hair as she clings to your leg.
you're not really sure why you rushed, to be honest; connor's the most laid-back five-year-old you've ever heard of, with a habit of swanning out of school a few minutes after most of his classmates have bolted out of the playground, and you know you would have been there waiting for him in plenty of time had you walked from the car instead of running. still, you don't want to chance it, you'd rather wait for your son than have it be the other way around.
and you do wait - seven minutes (and three games of hopscotch with your daughter) after the school day ends, connor finally deigns to leave the building, chatting away to dylan as they wander over to you. at the sight of her brother and for-all-intents-and-purposes cousin, cara speeds over to them to say hello; when the three of them walk closer to you, you can see the smug little grin on her face at getting to hang out with the “big kids”, even though there's barely two years between her and them.
you grin back at them, amused at the (classic daniel/healy) height difference between the two five-year-olds. “hi, munchkins. y'alright? took you a while to leave school today.”
“dyl couldn't find her water bottle, mum,” connor throws himself into a cuddle, which you reciprocate eagerly. “but i helped her.”
your goddaughter corroborates this, giving you a hug of her own in greeting. “yeah cos we have the same one and no-one else has it because they're from our dads’ work. but mine has an sticker that's pink,” she almost whacks you with said water bottle in her haste to show you the barbie sticker half-stuck over the 75 logo. “it was at the sink and not my seat.”
“oh, well, that's good you got it,” you pat her head. “did your dad tell you this morning that it would be me picking you up because mummy's not feeling well?”
“yeah. he said baby's making her tummy sore, so i'm going home in the car with you.”
“that's right,” you take cara's hand, heading out towards the almost-empty car park. “let's go to the car now, babies.”
“mum!” connor looks aghast. “we're not babies. i'm five.”
“i'm nearly six,” dylan says proudly. “when baby gets here i'll be six. and lena will be four. and you too, cara.”
your youngest looks at you, brow furrowed; you have to stop yourself giggling at how much she looks like george. “i'll be four?”
“yes, angel. you and lena won't be the tiny babies any more, will you? we'll all have an actual baby to look after.”
cara hums, too preoccupied to be excited about the thought of a new friend. “will i get a party when i'm four?”
“oh, i think so,” you unlock the car, scooping her up with a kiss to her cheek before settling her into her carseat. “you know what dad and matty are like. any excuse to celebrate! right, dyl, you get in there, darling, watch your step,” fastening her seatbelt, you shout across the girls to your son. “you alright, con?”
“mhmm!”
you check anyway - he's fine - before getting in yourself. “alright, munchkins, home time.”
what should only be a ten-minute drive to the healy house actually ends up being twenty-five because of traffic, but it's pleasant enough - the kids are good as gold, patiently playing i spy, softly giggling the whole time and warming your heart. you knew all along that your babies would be best friends with your best friends’, but seeing dylan - tiny for her age, shockingly tentative from birth - yap and laugh along with your two like this is a heartwarming (and only slightly terrifying) indication that the kids will genuinely end up being as close (read: codependent) as their fathers are.
their fathers, who are still at the studio working diligently, you learn when your friend waddles (there's no other word for it) out to the car to get dylan despite you yelling “stay there! i'll bring her up!” repeatedly when you reach her house. she rolls her eyes as she tells you, absentmindedly rubbing her baby bump, an air of vague exhaustion hanging around her. “according to matthew, they're working on until half 6 tonight, so they can take the weekend off and do final tweaks on monday, and that's them done,” she scoffs. “can you believe that?”
“of course not. george has been promising to be home at half 4 for the past three weeks,” you snort. “and as for final tweaks…”
“oh, another month, at least.”
“literally. that baby girl of yours might arrive before they send that final mix off.”
“don't, i'm actually nervous about that,” she giggles, cradling her stomach before pulling you into a hug. “i'd better go before elena tries to cut her own hair again. d'you want to do dinner next friday, us and the kids - and the boys, if they ever unchain themselves from that mixing desk?”
“i'll bring starters and dessert,” you kiss her cheek. “take it easy, alright?”
“yeah. hope you get to see your husband this weekend, babe!”
“you too!”
you really, really hope you do; after an hour in tesco, you and the kids get home well after george's originally-planned home time, and your heart sinks when you unlock the door to the lights still off and no sign of him, other than the half-drunk coffee he left this morning and a couple of cigarette butts in the kitchen ashtray. moments like these are sometimes harder than when he's actually away touring, you think - it's less upsetting missing george when there are oceans between you than it is when you're ships in the night in the same house.
still, you've got the kids to keep you distracted from being melancholy; it's impossible to be anything other than overjoyed when your sweet babies insist on group cuddles on the sofa while you watch another episode of balamory, or when the two of them run to get their stepstools so they can watch you make fajitas for dinner with genuine interest (well, connor more than cara), or during dinner itself, when connor collapses into contagious giggles at the sight of his little sister’s face covered in guacamole. but they miss their dad, too, despite all the happiness, as admitted by cara while she's clinging onto you in piggyback while you do the dishes. “when's daddy home?”
you sigh, doing your best to keep the sadness out of it. “m'not sure yet, angel. he'll phone when he's leaving his work, though.”
“‘kay,” she digs her little chin into your shoulder, only slightly uncomfortably for you. “will he read me a story?”
“i bet he will,” you put away the last plate, wiping your hands before swinging her round to hold her in front of you; once her laughter subsides, you speak again. “daddy loves reading stories to you and connor.”
cara nods. “and he hasn't done it in ages.”
well, four days, but to a three-year-old… that probably feels like an eternity. the thought brings a lump to your throat. “he will, though, soon, munchkin. daddy will be home soon, and he'll read you a bedtime story,” biting back a sniffle, you spot a parenting advantage. “that is, if you brush your teeth extra well once you put your pyjamas on. yeah?”
“yeah!”
ironically, coincidentally, whatever you want to call it, the omw home text from george flashes up on your watch during cara's bathtime, the last step in what her dad likes to call “the ‘pre-bedtime routine’ routine”. she squeals when you tell her, kicking her little legs with such enthusiasm that half the bathwater ends up over you, and her brother rushes into the room in a panic. “what's going on? why is cara screaming? is she ok?”
wriggling even as you lift her into a cosy towel, cara answers. “yeah! daddy's coming to read us a story!”
“oh!” your son's face lights up. “really, mummy?”
“yes, darling, he just sent a message,” you confirm. “d'you want to go and choose a book while i get cara into her pyjamas? and then we can wait for him together?”
“mhmm” connor moves to leave, but turns back in the doorway to look at the two of you. there's a familiar smile on his face, and you're not sure whether to be worried about whatever sneaky thing he's about to suggest or pissed off that both of your kids look nothing like you. “or…”
you brace yourself. “or what, con?”
“we don't wait and we hide and then jump out and surprise him.”
the laugh escapes your lips before you even realise. fuck it. “alright. let's do it…”
the cheers you get in response are deafening.
“... but,” you raise your eyebrows pointedly. “only if you pick a book for your bedtime story now, connor,” matching his nods, you turn to your youngest in her towel cocoon. “and you brush your teeth properly, like we agreed earlier.”
cara nods so excitedly that the towel falls off her head. connor laughs, and you can't help chuckling either. “okay, babies - don't get stroppy, con, you're gonna be my babies forever, alright? anyway,” you ruffle his hair. “we'll hide in the wardrobe in your room. d'you want to wait there for me and cara, munchkin?”
“yeah!” he darts off, and seconds later you hear him rifling through the little bookshelf in his bedroom. “i picked a book!”
“good boy!” you call, before turning back to your still-beaming girl. “will you be good, madam?”
she nods sweetly. and she really is - there isn't a peep of a complaint at all. not while you're drying and dressing her, not during teeth-brushing, not even when you've got her sat on the bathroom counter as you brush and braid her hair, which is usually something she prefers george doing “cos it's not sore when daddy does it”.
whatever. at least you still have hair.
hyper-aware of the fact that time is of the essence, you comb through cara's fringe once more, before scooping her up into your arms and kissing her little cheek. “what do we think, munchkin - d'you think you look good?”
“hmmm,” cara squints at her reflection, then grins. “yeah!”
“i think so too. shall we go and get connor and wait for daddy?”
a nod against your shoulder, and off you go on the short jaunt to your son's room. connor's already sitting in the massive built-in wardrobe, book in hand and an eager smile on his face. you smile in return, settling down beside him and pulling the cupboard door almost fully-closed; you're careful to leave a crack in front of you, so you'll be able to see your husband when he arrives. which, actually, should be imminently, so you'd better come up with a game plan. you tug your kids close to you. “so, when daddy gets here-”
“mum, why are you being quiet?” the confusion is evident on connor's sweet little face even in the minimal light. “dad isn't here yet.”
he's got a point. you blink. “true. anyway, like i was saying, when he does get here… wait for me to open the door, and then you can jump on daddy, yeah?”
“can we shout too?”
“i don't see why not. but no bad words, you - just because you've heard matty say them doesn't mean you can,” you point at connor, before turning to cara. “and no screaming from you, you hear me?”
“yes, mummy.”
“good,” your eyes widen at the sound of the front door opening, closely followed by george shouting a greeting as he dumps his bag, and your voice shifts to a whisper. “quiet, now, alright? let's see how long it takes daddy to find us.”
there's a whispered chorus of agreements, and then - miraculously - your kids go silent, aside from the quick little huffs of air signifying silent giggling; these get more frequent when you all hear george wandering around downstairs, calling your names in turn and humming to himself in bewilderment. when his footsteps become audible on the stairs, cara practically wraps herself around your arm, all but shaking with kinetic energy and clutching her brother's hand as they hear their father reach the landing.
you, too, are laughing to yourself as you listen to george opening and closing doors in search, monologuing as he goes. “nowhere to be seen and they've left every bloody light in the building on. s'like blackpool illuminations,” comes the gravel grumbling so characteristic to the love of your life, as he wanders into what you know is the bathroom; he sniffs loudly, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from cackling. “strawberry shampoo… cara's bedtime routine. maybe everyone's in,” another door opens. “here! oh. empty. must be in connor's room, then.”
three strides across the landing, and there he is - george, his tiredness obvious even through the tiny crack between wardrobe doors. he turns slowly, taking in the emptiness of the room (and making your heart glow when you catch a glimpse of his pretty face), and - as if by magic - stops with his back to the wardrobe, muttering “where are they?” to himself.
partially out of slight guilt for putting him through this, but mostly because you think connor and cara might explode if you make them wait any longer to surprise their dad, you push the wardrobe doors open. the kids fly out, little voices shouting “hi dad!” and “we're here!” as little bodies land on george's massive one; he gasps in shock, and you're extremely thankful for the victorian high ceilings in your house, because your husband's head (and the rest of him, probably) would absolutely have hit anything lower when he jumped in abject terror. he sinks to the floor, head in his hands. “jesus christ,” he sighs, before standing and tucking a kid under each arm, swinging them around and filling the room with laughter. “you meanies, surprising me like that. i thought you'd all run away and left me!”
“we would never,” you step forward, taking cara into your own arms and pecking george on the lips. “we like playing tricks on you too much.”
“yes, that one's obvious,” george rolls his eyes; his face breaks into a big smile, and he kisses your nose. “hi, by the way, angel. thanks for the interesting welcome home.”
“i wish i could take credit.”
“oh? it wasn't mummy?” george dramatically looks from kid to kid. “who's the evil genius among us, then?”
cara giggles, nuzzling her head into your neck. “connor.”
“reeeeeeeeally?” george cocks his head to look at his boy, who's grinning from ear to ear. “s'that right, munchkin? it was your idea?”
connor giggles. “yeah.”
“in that case, then,” george tickles your son through his t-shirt, smiling at the raucous giggles that follow - from cara, too, actually. “say sorry, and i'll stop.”
“sorry! sorrysorrysorry!” connor's laughs fade to little hums, and he snuggles into his dad while they both catch their breath. “mummy planned it though. tickle her!”
george winks at you. “oh, i will, later. but first,” he flicks your son on the nose. “bathtime? and then a bedtime story for the little ones?”
cara nods. “and then mummy and daddy bedtime?”
“once i've redone your hair, munchkin? i think so,” your husband smiles at you, eyes twinkling. “of sorts, at least. you up for that, sweetheart?”
“oh, absolutely.”
#mads muses#promptober75#mads does writing#dad!george#connor#cara#george daniel fanfiction#george daniel fanfic#george daniel fic#george daniel fluff#george daniel x reader#george x reader
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