#danny more like damny

[semperamans]

danny is so in love with you n'gets a little weird about it!!! this is insane!!!

danny bein' pathetically obsessed with you :'(

danny who knows you're off limits, but he still can't help but think about you when he's in bed an' he can't sleep because you said hi to him a couple of hours ago and he's just supposed to act normal after that? :'(

danny who quietly watches the way benny n'johnny love on ya n'takes notes just in case he ever gets an opportunity. you like your jaw cupped when you're kissed - he could do that. you like rubbin' your face against the scruff of johnny's neck - danny could try growin' his out :'( he's not all that tall, but he bought these new boots with heels! you like tall boys, don't you? :'( and no, he's not the biggest guy around, but he's been eatin' all his meat and potatoes to bulk up - you'd like that, wouldn't you? :'(

danny who "accidentally" walked in on you throatin' benny the other night n'hasn't been able to think of anything since. he's perpetually hard :'( he's jerked his cock so much that it hurts - hurts so bad - but he can't help but pathetically fuck his fist over and over while he thinks of everything your pretty mouth can do :'( how you can smile n'how your laugh escapes your lips often too quickly for you to catch and how your cheeks hollow as you suck :'( danny swears he didn't know someone could look so pretty with tears and snot dribblin' down their face until he saw you wrapped around benny and oh god, he's gonna cum again.

danny who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet :'( when he goes to new york for a photography program n'his roommates ask him who you are he lies through his goddamn teeth. "s'my girl." he tells 'em with a shrug as if it's not a big deal when it would very much be the biggest deal if you loved him. he's a fucking liar, but it really helps, he thinks. it eases the pain of the truth just a bit when he tells the guys about when the two of ya started dating - "summer a'last year. yeah, met 'er at this bar" - n'how you were each others' firsts - "first everythin', y'know? special shit. sharin' such a fragile thing like that." - oh, and how much your daddy loves 'em - "the old man n'i go fishin' from time to time. he's just waitin' for the day i propose" - and ugh he loves this life he has created!!! it's so good!!!

danny who comes back to chicago and you're... pregnant? he's happy! of course he is because, my god, you're glowin' and all the guys are overjoyed and danny definitely doesn't cry himself to sleep that night!!! no!!! that's weird!!! he'd never!!! and he'd certainly not fool himself into thinkin' that's his baby!!! that you're full of him!!! he would simply never do a thing like that!!!!

"yeah, we're due in february." lights from times square illuminate his smile.

"wow! congrats, danny boy!"

danny who is not crazy! he just loves you n'that little one growin' in your tummy. and, you know, even if he were a little crazy, that would be just fine, right? s'not like he'd ever let you know the depth of his affections an' johnny n'benny would surely kill 'em over it, so he just lives his life fuckin' infatuated with you. he lives a fuckin' lie because it's better to do that than to not have you at all.

[rapplesart]

Ok but like hear me out .

One of the dc crossover fanfics where Bruce adopts a kid (Danny phantom or Peter Parker iykyk) but instead of you know the bats finding them on the streets or having a whole hero cants and mouse thing or Barbara seeing them in the library they just go to the Wayne’s doorstep asking for money after being broke and having the idea in a half drunken state or joking about it .

Like for example Danny after being chased away from amity park and escaping his parents sits on the rooftop and talks with a gargoyles named Gary

„Yeah anyway that’s how I got here Gary, no clue what imma do know“ he says between another bite of pizza „like I’m pretty fucking broke and yeah maybe buying Pizza wasn’t the best investment in my situation but I was hungry I think I deserve a treat after all that .“

Gary stays silent as the two of them look over the city . Sirens echo in the distance, a few roofs in front of the, a black shadow appears between the gaps of the buildings, disappearing into the shadow just as fast as it appeared. Must be one of the bats Danny thinks .

He sets the piece of pizza back down into the carton in order to take a swig of the wine he stole from Vlads gift basket before his great escape. The man puts puts them on the counter for Mandy to find on a weekly basis now as part of his latest attempt to woo the woman. Jack adored the baskets when they first appeared, exited to have his best friend care about him and his wife.

Danny didn’t really plan on drinking it, he just brought it because it was the closest thing to grab. It was there so he took it . Now, sitting on the rooftop realising how fucked he truly was he decided he might as well be drunk for this too.

„And it’s not like any safe and sane workplace will take a random kid without paperwork. I probably need to do something illegal to go by now , Jazz would be so disappointed „ another swig from the wine .

It was fruity and dry and scratched his throat and Danny honestly didn’t enjoy the feeling but it made his wine just a little bit fizzier than before and it helped in a strange way.

Gary remained silent .

„sure there are a lot of Wayne foundations in Gotham that give out stuff , I did my research once I arrived after all, but they’d call cps and cps would either give me back to my parents or just straight up hand me over to the government so that is not an option „

Another bite of pizza . It was delicious a stark contrast to the wine

„It’s not like I can just go to Bruce Wayne and be like ‚yo got some money?‘ the guy would probably think I’m robbing him and call the cops and yeah, you get the gist of it Gary“

Another few beats of silence .

„But the dude is like crazy rich right? And he has his name on all of these foundations , and people say he’s an airhead so maybe I can just go to his house or something and ask for a donation. I mean it would be for a good cause , feeding a hungry homeless teenager is a good cause isn’t it ?“

„Yeah sounds like a pretty good cause Danny“ Damny answered himself as Gary by lowering his voice . The way one might get more into his head than he thought .

„You know what , I think imma just do this. Let’s just ask the rich guy for money he probably won’t even notice that he’s being scammed and if he does he probably has enough money nöt to care „

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 15 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Enjoy!

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There was no way in Hell that Jazz was just gonna sit tight and wait for her danger-magnet of a brother to be brought to her. As trustworthy as Jason and his… brother? Yeah, she was ninety percent sure that Robin was Jason's younger brother. As trustworthy and honest as they appeared, she wasn't about to take chances.

She didn't think they would hurt her baby brother, they didn't seem like the types. In fact, she was more worried about them getting hurt than she was about Danny getting hurt. Danny was practically indestructible, unless you had the right equipment. And seeing as they were in a different dimension? The odds were really, really low. But low didn't mean zero.

Pacing the living room, she glanced at the TV. 'Out of everything that could have happened here, why did it have to be clowns?' Her little brother hated clowns just about as much as he hated their Godfather. She bet that the clown would at least be injured by the time the cavalry arrived, if not half way dead. This world didn't have antibodies for ghost bacteria, right?

Sitting back down, Jazz thought about what she might be able to do. The dot that marked her little brother's location blinked on the screen, drawing her attention. 'Wait a minute,' she tilted her head as she squinted at the dot. 'Is it just me, or is the dot moving?' Sure enough, the dot was moving.

Earlier, when she had told the two vigilanties that she had found her brother’s location by tracking the blindspots, she hadn't exactly been telling the truth. Yes, she would have easily been able to track the blackout radius of her brother's influence, something had told her to track her brother's signature instead. While she wasn't the best with technology, the system Tucker had shown her was relatively simple, as long as you know what you're doing.

So at this moment, she knew that her brother was on the move, the blinking red dot tracing his path. 'It can't be Jason and Robin,' she thought. 'It hasn't been long since they left.' her eyes followed the dot as it wound through what seemed to be back alleys and subway lines before coming to a stop quite a ways away from the warehouse district. When it didn't move after a few minutes, Jazz made her decision.

The woman grabbed a loose notepad left on the coffee table and snagged a pencil from a ceramic mug next to it. Writing quickly, she explained that the dot moved after they had left, and that she was going after it. Underneath the note she jotted down the address that the laptop showed and promised to meet them back here if they didn't meet up with her.

Signing it, she folded the yellow paper and set it on the keypad of the laptop. A Second sheet of paper later and she was on her way out the door, a rudimentary map of the area drawn with the path she needed to take marked.

'I hope Jason won't be too mad about this…'

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Danny wasn't sure when he came back to himself, his consciousness fading in slowly. His mind was still fuzzy, whatever was in that gas still affecting him greatly.

Opening his eyes, the teen blinked blearily. Confusion was the first thing that really registered. 'Who turned out the lights?' He wondered. That had to be it, right? Someone turned out the lights or something? Man, he hoped that was it. It would suck if he was just blind now.

'Maybe I have something in my eye?' Damny tried to rub at his eyes, only to frown when he found his wrists trapped by something. An annoyed grumble escaped him as he tugged again, not quite understanding why his wrists wouldn't separate. After a minute, he just gave up. He really didn't have the energy to care all that much.

A few moments later, he became aware of a presence in front of him. Something about the presence rubbed him the wrong way, like someone had shoved salt-covered lemons into his mouth after a large gulp of a kelp smoothie. Or something equally as gross. He didn't have much of an opportunity to react as the icky presence got closer, as all at once color came back to the world.

A light angled towards his face had the teen squinting, a whine of discomfort building In his throat. Before it could escape, there was a hand twisting his face in a certain direction. Danny could do little more than stare, dazed, at what he thinks is a camera. Above him, a nasaly voice drones on about… something. He can't really focus on the words. Too much effort for his cotton-covered brain at the moment.

When he had finally released his face, Danny let his head drop back down. His instincts urged him to do something about the foul presence that was behind him now, but he couldn't really find it in himself to move. For now, whoever the presence was, was safe. But if they came any closer…

Danny was startled out of his instinct-driven thoughts by something beside him moving. Glancing over, his blurry vision made out something pale, with blond, blue, and pink. '...a person,' he realized after a moment. 'A familiar person.'

Whoever it was, they were squirming and struggling against something, their arms moving awkwardly behind their body. Almost like their hands were stuck or something. His jaw dropped open slightly, an offer to help that surely would have come out slurred, if not for the hand from before gripping him once again. His head was tilted once more, upwards this time, and Danny found himself staring at something. Someone?

The most prominent colors he could make out were purple, white, and green. A wide red line that he thinks is a smile splits and, oh, they were talking again? 'Why is a moldy eggplant talking to me?'

Almost as if the eggplant man could read his thoughts, the nasally voice stopped. Beside him, the squirming person paused, before they began to shake. Laughing? Yeah, he could hear the muffled chuckles coming from his side. But why were they laughing? 'Did I say that out loud or something?'

"Yes, you did." The eggplant growled. The fingers squeezing his face dug into his cheeks in what should have been a painful way, but he didn't really feel it. Is that what the gas from earlier had done? Was it like an anesthetic or something? Who would release an anesthetic on a city anyways?

The man tipped his head upwards again, bony fingers grinding into his jaw. "Now, that wasn't very nice of you. Someone should teach you some manners." There was an uncomfortable amusement in his tone that brushed Danny the wrong way. The longer the man talked, the more his urge to attack him grew. Finally, the man let go, letting the blood rush to the places he had pressed on. The teen couldn't help but flex his jaw sluggishly at the odd feeling.

"Whatever," the eggplant said, turning away from him. "It's not like insulting me is gonna do you any favors, kid. We just gotta wait for the Big Bad Bat to show up." The icky feeling of the man's aura retreated as he walked across the room. Clicking noises, beeps, and the smell of some sort of explosive wafted across the space, and began to grow stronger as the man approached again.

"Now, while we wait for Batsy, why don't we set up a surprise for him, hmm?" The man laughed at a joke Danny wasn't privy to as he reached past the teen with something in hand.

What happened next, Danny blames his drugged out state for.

The man's arm came too close, and Danny didn't hesitate to lunge for him. Eggplant guy fell backwards with a short, high-pitched yelp, dropping what he had been holding and dragging the teen's body with him.

The purple fabric tasted nasty, like the time he had eaten Dash's underwear. Only, if Dash's underwear was covered in chemicals and gunpowder instead of sweat. Despite the gross taste, he bit down harder. His fangs easily sliced through the fabric, sinking into the pasty white skin of the man's arm.

The man cursed vehemently as the pain finally registered, frantically waving his arm and pushing at the teen in a desperate attempt to free himself.

By this point, all rational thought had left Danny's foggy mind, replaced by the instinct of an adolescent ghost. The hand shoving at his face made him growl, his jaw automatically locking harder on the arm. This, obviously, hurt more, if the man's sudden change from pushing at his face to trying to sling him off using gravity was any indication. The force, combined with whatever drug he was being affected with, made his jaw ache. A few seconds later, he found that he couldn't hold on anymore. His teeth slid free from the man's arm, and Danny's limp form went sailing.

He landed in a jumble of tied together limbs, hitting the ground not too far from where he started with a dull thud. He grumbled at the feeling before it faded away like every other pain had so far, pushing himself half way up to look around.

The first thing his eyes focused on were a set of wrists, bound in some sort of scratchy-looking rope. It took Danny a moment to realize that those pale wrists were not his own. Looking up, his eyes trailed over a black, blue and red leather halter-cut jacket, a familiar pale neck, and up to split dyed blond hair. 'Where have I seen that before…' he thought, trying to fight the fuzz clogging his head.

'Flowers? Something about a date? The flower shop!' He realized with a tired grin. 'But, what is the flower shop lady doing here?' He glanced back down at her bound wrists, eyeing the bruises and red marks that were already forming. 'That doesn't look good.' The teen glanced back up, eyeing the eggplant man, who was examining the bite mark Danny had left.

The teen couldn't help the flash of pride that ran through him at the sight of it, sluggishly oozing with a mixture of blood and ghost venom. Did people here have the same resistance to ghost venom that people back home did? Oh well, Danny couldn't really bring himself to feel bad about it. His own fault for thinking a young ghost would be easy to threaten. Besides, not like the venom would kill him. Just him really, really sick if he didn't get the right medical treatment.

His eyes went back to the lady's wrists. That bite gave him an idea. With the man still busy whining over his wound, there was nothing to really stop Danny from sliding over to her. Closer now, he looked the rope over before leaning over and biting down. He paused when he felt the lady jerk against him, startled from the suddenness of his attack. When she settled again, he went back to work chewing through her bindings. His fangs helped to make quick work of the cheap rope, twine snapping easily under the constant barrage of sharp toothed attacks.

As soon as the last thread was snapped, the woman pulled her arms away, tugging at the strip of cloth in her mouth before going for the rope around her ankles. Task complete, Danny let his body fall back to the floor. The fuzzy, numb feeling he had been fighting off rushed back in, leaving him able to do little else than lay there, staring absently into space.

He managed to move his eyes when the eggplant man stood up, one hand hugged to his chest while the other aimed something black at him. A… gun? Yeah, Danny is pretty sure that that's a gun.

"You feral brat." The man snarls, his earlier amusement replaced by a pained waver in his voice. "Don't you know who I am? What I do to rats like you?" The gun clicked as he stared closer. "Why don't I show you?" His creeping painted lips stretched into an eerie smile as he pointed the barrel at Danny. The teen had enough presence of mind to brace himself for the bullet that was sure to be fired.

Only, the bullet never came. Instead, something metal slammed into the man's hand, causing him to drop his gun in surprise. The gun went off as it hit the floor, a flag shooting out of the barrel before embedding itself into the wall not too far from Danny's prone figure.

Another loud thwack had the man falling to the ground, his hand holding his knee. The pissed off woman above him looked like she was tempted to hit him one last time, but she obviously decided against it. Instead, she flung the pipe away from herself, kicked the downed man, spit on him for good measure, and walked over to crouch next to Danny.

Danny looked up at her as she sighed. "Man, when I said I hoped to see ya again, I didn't mean like this." She joked as she slid one arm under his knees, the other wrapping around his shoulder. With a small grunt, she stood up, readjusting the still tied-up teen with a small frown. "Jeez kid, ya really need to eat more. Ya way about as much as a sack of feathers!" She exclaimed.

Danny just grunted in acknowledgement. Behind them, the eggplant guy groaned. The woman's head snapped around for a second, before turning to look at the teen again. "Alright, let's get outta here before Mista Jay gets back up, yeah?" She didn't give him a chance to respond before she was off, jogging towards the only obvious exit in the building. A few goons tried to stop them, but were easily taken down by a few swift kicks to their lower bodies. If Danny had any more awareness, he would have winced in sympathy as they went down, curling up in pain.

The door was found open, and almost immediately Danny was assaulted by stray splatters of cold water. He hissed at the feeling, causing the woman to giggle. "Dontcha worry, kid. I'll get us somewhere nice and dry until ya feel better." She promised, turning down an alleyway and crouching behind a dumpster as four men ran by. A thought seemed to strike her as she looked to see if the coast was clear. "Hey, ya wanna meet my girlfriend?" She asked.

When Danny didn't respond, she giggled. "I'll take your silence as a yes." Standing back up, she dashed back out into the rain.

"Don't worry." She said after a minute. "Ives is gonna love you!" That was the last thing Danny heard as exhaustion tugged at him, pulling him under before he could try to respond.

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Jazz stared up at the cloudy sky, wincing as the first raindrop fell. From where she was now, it would take her a while to get to the address Danny had stopped at. If she could even find it in the first place. 'I will find it.' She shook the negative thoughts from her head, turning down an alleyway she hoped would get her there quicker.

"Maybe I should have just waited for Jaspn to get back." She grumbled, rounding a corner to find herself at a dead end. "Ugh. This is why I hate big cities." She groaned, turning back the way she came. Maybe she should just stick to the streets. So far her 'shortcuts' hadn't been much help.

Spying another opening, she berated herself mentally as she jogged into it. 'Third times the charm.' Aaand another dead end. Great.

At this rate, she would make it to Danny by nightfall.

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"...Harley? Who is that?" Pamela Isley thought she was used to her girlfriend's unexpectedness, but showing up at their shared apartments with rope burns, a bloody lip, a bruise on her temple, and a tied up teenager? That was something she didn't think she would ever have to expect.

"Surprise! It's the boy who picked out your flowers!" Her girlfriend exclaimed cheerfully as she set the teen down on the couch.

Ivy sighed, grabbing the first aid kit they kept by the door. Honestly? She probably should have expected this.

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(I know that there are probably some spelling/grammar mistakes. It's okay because I did my best!)

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[lexosaurus]

I think Damny would call Danielle his daughter, but not in a serious I am a parent this is my child way, more of a jokey I'm the section leader in band so the rest of my instrument are my children sorta way. Like teasing her for being young (daughter seeming being much younger), while at the same time insisting he cares about her by giving her a familial title. Aside from that, I like Danielle and Danny being (clone) twins.

Does this make sense?

People call people their "sons" or "daughters" all the time in a joking way, especially as a mentor. Whenever I make sweeping statements, you can presume I give leeway to humor, as I myself am a trash pile who uses humor in nearly every aspect of my life.

I'm specifically only talking about people who take that literally. I've read a lot of fics where Danny calls Danielle his "daughter" in a very literal sense, and that always icks me. She's 12 and he's 14. Even if she's technically newly formed, it's clear that maturity-wise she's very much a preteen and much closer to Danny's age then not. So when people have Danny parent her or scold her, it's always so weird to me? Like, she's not a baby. She's young, sure, but so is Danny.

This is the internet, so I need to be clear that I'm NOT telling people what they should or shouldn't write. This is only what I personally dislike.

[max-the-hecker]

Omg omg ok idea so danny comes out to his parents about being phantom and Jack and maddie start fighting about how to handle it like "just a few tests " "maddie we can't do that it's our son" "in the name of science" Yada yada

Yknow?

Anyways I just want danny to feel bad I love angstt🥰🥰🥰

Also idk who said it first on this website but i really like the idea of maddie starting out as like "just one small blood test?" then spiraling to "cmon son let me cut you open! For SCIENCE!" cuz it's like...she still loves him but gosh she's just so curious!!!!! Also really loved that (fic? Post? I don't remember) where maddie kept cloning her son to cut him open that was really good. Also I subscribe to the idea of ectoplasm messing with the people of amity and making them more obsessive (I really need help pls if u know where to find these posts I'm talking abt pls link😭😭😭)

I also really like danny not have parents (angst😈😈) but I was kinda thinking jack could be just...a simple man. My son! :D! My daughter! :D! My wife! :D! But then maddie starts her little spiral ^^^ and then he's like maddie stop we're hurting our kids. And then he starts seeing less and less of the woman he married and was so in love with and instead starts seeing a crazy woman who's going to end up hurting their kids. His kids. OMG OMG maddie trys pulling some shit like "danny ur being very selfish" or "you're not seeing the bigger picture!" and like trying to guilt trip him into letting her do her sCiEnCe or whatever idk and omg jazz overhears and is like "that's super toxic what the fuck is wrong with u"

Maddie: The bigger picture is more important! Science! Ect ect

Jack: My family...falling apart :(. Miss wife. Love family.

Jazz: MOM WHAT THE FUCK

Danny: ☹️☹️☹️ <- mentally unwell

Anyways yeah I just really like talking about Danny phantom and any post I make ever is just an excuse to talk about him get tricked. /j

Yeah anyways bye👋

[secret-sns]

What youtubers do y’all watch/what topics/themes? I’ve never watched specific channels and hardly ever watched YouTube at all until recently except for like how to videos and vine comps lol. If any of y’all have any good recs I might start watching them

[dbd-and-slashers-fics]

Thank you so much for the matchup, I loved it! I was wondering what you think some HCs for Legion (Frank), Ghostface, Huntress, and Oni would be for a S/O who is pure and innocent? Like, they don't fully understand why killers kill and want to comfort them thinking maybe they're hurting and that's why they kill? I'm just picturing Frank all sorts of confused lol

(What a sweet bean!! I was debating whether I was going to make Damny a manipulative asshole or not in these, but I decided against it. Although know that there is a large chance that if he were yandere he would straight up manipulate that bean into thinking that he needs them to stay alive and heal only to use that as an excuse to keep bean as his own. What a peepee poopoo man >:c angy.)

Frank Morrison (The Legion):

- What The fuck are you saying?... Nah man, he doesn’t have any affliction or anything. He just kills to defend himself and his legion gang. He’s only like this cause of the entity.

- If you are dead set on not only helping him, but also his gang, they will all adopt you into the gang instantly, no matter what you are. Entity will just have to suck it. You have a protection squad. And he is going to be constantly in physical contact with you, holding hands, shoulder over arm, etc.

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface):

- “Yeah.. Thanks but I am good..”

- If you push enough, he’ll budge and let you comfort him through hugs or whatever.

- He’ll eventually find he really enjoys your cuddles and kind of wants to keep it going, so he’ll protect you and use you as a huggable pillow all the time.

Anna (The Huntress):

- She loves you so much.

- You are everything she’s ever wanted and more. You are so sweet and kind and remind her of her mother, but there is a strength in your defiance of trying to help her even though you don’t know how.

- Will protecc you will all her might. Help her raise a kid! She’ll find a little girl to adopt and the three of you could be so happy.

- Whoopsies you got her into excited and happy dreaming mode. She’ll be a good wife though. Build you two a nice ass house and go hunting for good game and whatever you two need. 10/10 great waifu.

Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni):

- He would gently push you away.

- He’s done a lot of bad in his life and doesn’t want to drag you into anything. He thinks you are a precious lily and he really just wants you to stay pure.

- He’ll eventually realize your aren’t leaving and try his best to be kind to yo and keep you safe.

- He’s a sad boi please give him hugs and maybe a few compliments, it’ll make his day.

- He’s actually really chill but also a bit serious.

[gerrydelano]

final chapter of the installment!!!!!!!! oooh danny perspective :000 that’s nuts .. someday i will decipher what “role” is which character but today is not that day. i am a danny enthusiast (not relevant) phhhh elias you slimeball.. ARCHIVES CREW THEY FOUND DANNY!! oh poor danny ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹… TIM i feel for him i want him to be O.K. please “can i still call you my brother?” “can you?” AUUYUGHHHHH PAINNN oh they HUG……… <33333333333333

hiiii! wailing, thank you 😭 also, i can give you a handy dandy list, actually. most of them are just their costumes/roles they served in his perspective from venice!

the ones that aren't (jon, sasha, gerry) are the roles they fill to him that he's seen so far because they didn't Have distinct costumes then, and because he's a demonstrably unreliable narrator who has a limited exposure to them and a Big bias, they may or may not be accurate!

tim: the dead man (self explanatory: that's all danny knows him as, because he does not want to see anything else underneath that very hard fact)

martin: the bullfighter (he was dressed as one at carnevale! simplest, most straightforward one here. totally won't be thematic or anything.)

sasha: the translator (all he's seen her do is translate tim's BSL)

jon: the trapper (the least accurate, but one of the most personal: to danny, jon is the one that brought all these mfers down to snatch him, he's the one who Crafted The Spell that put the lens in his jacket, he acted as the lure and he isn't sorry for it. whoops!)

pharos: the gravedigger (costume! and also the way he looks at danny like he wants to put him in the ground! whoops! at least, that's how damny takes it. it isn't great. it switches to the archivist when elias drops the title in a moment filled with "this is what you really are.")

gerry: the understudy (a hilarious "incorrect" one because the one danny has seen at the front More HAS been pharos, where gerry is barely around him and just looks like a placeholder to him! WE know it's actually a bit swaped)

reva: the impressionist (a lovely double meaning one that i hold dear. they would have chosen this one themself to let him call them! jon was the first one to call them this in pokerface, and it refers both to their literal knack for doing impressions AND their old use of the middle name "monet" as a first name, as claude monet was an impressionist painter. the more you know!)

melanie: the mediator (only used once so far so i don't expect this one to be the most obvious, but i tried to make it clear that it was her by saying she agreed with reva about the winter coat they bought danny when they took him shopping!)

elias: the watcher (self explanatory also)

not!leitner: the other (the first person he met was not!leitner! they had a same hat moment! and he knows that it isn't from the troupe but that it's a stranger so here he is hoping it'll help bust him out. we'll see if he's right about that.)

giggles a lot. Them,

glad you had fun!

[the-bjd-community-confess]

While I like that the new dolldreaming forum will cater more to all vinyl dolls rather than being a ‘mainly DD’ forum, I’m wary about the smartdoll fans. I like the smartdoll fans on the DD forum as they are polite and while most are also DD fans, those that are only there for smartdoll still have some respect for Volks, but I worry that when new ones join they are less likely to respect other doll companies, since there won’t be ‘reason’ to. Ie, going along with Damny’s v0lks-bashing is obviously frowned apon in a forum called D0llfieDreams but in a general vinyl doll one maybe it’s suddenly okay.

I just don’t want the smartdoll subforum of DollDreaming to become as toxic and cultish of an echo chamber as the smartdoll lovers Facebook group is. There was already one smartdoll only member in the DD forum who left in a giant huff after getting angry about people not responding favourably to Danny’s online behaviour, because how dare we speak badly of the Doll God? So I hope the mods can nip this in the bud if it starts up.

~Anonymous