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physically i’m at work. mentally, i’m dan wilds watching renee walker hit a boy with her bible then wipe his blood off its spine with the fabric of her shirt
#that was insane if we’re being so fr#yes i’ve been reading the EC again. who’s gonna stop me#it’s such a shame that renee being an insanely good fighter didn’t make it into the books#like i think it’s implied but nothing could’ve prepared me for her and dan’s POVs in the EC#renee near-effortlessly besting andrew is my roman empire if we’re being honest!#aftg#tfc#tsc#the foxhole court#mine
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Because it is Mermay:
Originally did this art for one of @radiance1 prompts/story ideas, which also gives an idea of colors so.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#my art#prompts#if you wanna use this for inspiration do it#mermay#adult danny#THIS IS NOT SHIPPING#Vlad and Danny are simply fellow eldritch space creatures after leaving their destroyed dimension behind#I am blaming the GIW as they're so stupid that they were planning to nuke the Zone like that is Not a Good Idea#Yes Danny's lower face & throat splits open into a maw that is as dark as a black hole#I wonder if they change to merfolk forms over thousands of years & it results in outsider pov thinking they're evolving or something#but probably not#I like to think that sometimes they appear as unfathomable creatures#other times akin to beautiful animals of the very cosmos#and other times as something between humanoid and creature and something Other#humanoid forms may be smaller than their less humanoid forms but they're still like the size of a moon#If Ellie & Dan were also a thing in this au#I feel like Dan would be some sort of space sun shark- the inside of its maw like a supernova & flames trailing from its fins#and Ellie would be some sort of space-aurora eel (fin-frill like an aurora & body like a galaxy similar to Danny's)#I feel like they'd be at least the size of the Watchtower if they're any smaller than the other two#Very much ancient manifestations of space itself sort of vibes#Void Octopus Vlad#Space Whale Danny#he's not technically an octopus but closest thing he looks like lol#go wild
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Dancae (? questionable)
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DCXDP prompt : 4? 5? Whatever.
Yk how we all collectively at some point in our minds Killed Amity Park and made Danny get Adopted by the Wayne's? You can't deny. Anyways this is not that— the only thing here is the Danny gets adopted by the Wayne's part with little additions.
Danny Fenton's Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton going to Jail for Obvious Child Neglect & Attempted Murder + Child Abuse(Vivisecting Danny). Danny and Jasmine are far too young for this. Dan and Dani are de-aged and are acting like Danny's Twin(Dan) and little sister ofcourse. It depends if Dan is there, cuz in most of my AUs he's redeemed but that's not the same for everyone.
Ages:
Dani : 7-8
Danny : 15
Dan : 15
Jazz : 17
Anyways Imma just...
Imma start this with a chapter like prompt because I don't know much on how to actually make a descriptive prompt and more of a go with the flow type of— yeah imma just write:
Danny held onto Jazz's arm as if it was his last line of Sanity, he hasn't been able to sleep due to nightmares of Jack and Maddie's Cruelty, Understandably enough Jazz had Danny in her lap clutched to her chest in her arms. Her Gaze hard and serious, ready to defend and talk without mercy to whoever talks to her that she didn't trust. Apparently Jack had a distant cousin, Bruce Wayne assigned as a God Father as well.
Jazz held onto Danny's hands sharing her warmth that contrasted to the cold temperate of Danny's body. He buried himself further into her chest yearning for more of her warmth shutting out the noises he's hearing as they sat in the courtroom. The judge soon in between the two billionaires, Vlad Masters and Bruce Wayne, the Judge asks softly, with their gentle voice to Jazz.
Jazz looks up her hardened gaze that seemed frantic and anxious immediately softening upon looking up at the trusted adult, "Tell me Jasmine, I will give you the option to choose." The judge finally says, "But—" Vlad tried to protest but was immediately shut down. Dan shifted uncomfortably and holding onto Danny and Jazz's arm desperately, also anxious. He does not want to be with Vlad. Dani was in his lap also trembling. The siblings are all anxious and Jazz is the only one they could trust to make the decision.
Dan looked up at Jazz, her eyes tainted with darkened eye-bags due to nightmares as well but she's staying strong for her baby siblings. ".... I choose the safest option..." Jazz started with a sigh, looking down for a moment at Danny who looked exhausted and reliant to Jazz's warmth. "I choose Bruce Wayne." She looked up with a determined gaze at Bruce and the Judge. "JASMINE—". Vlad started to protest and whipping his head to Jazz's seat.
Jazz felt, Dan and Dani flinch, Jazz grit her teeth, "Shut up Vladimir Masters. You are not gonna be me and my sibling's guardian. Never in my life will I let that happen." She breathes out, despite her form trembling a trusted adult placed their hand on Jazz's shoulder allowing jazz to relax knowing she and her siblings are protected. "Very Well." The judge merely says hitting the Gavel made of hardwood on the sound-block placed on the judge's table hence announcing the final decision.
It all went too fast, well too fast for the Fenton's to now new adopted Wayne Siblings, Danny and Dan stuck close to each other, Danny was exhausted and they could all tell by his constant groaning and almost accidentally scratching his not yet healed stitches especially the Scar of his attempted Vivisection. "Shhh...." Jazz just kisses Danny's hair and made them all lean on her body, Dan's Head on Jazz's Lap, Dani in Danny's Lap and Danny's head resting on Jazz's shoulder on the backseat of the car.
Jasmine Jade Fenton, now Jasmine Jade Wayne sighed in relief, feeling her body relax. She eyes the rearview mirror and saw Bruce who was driving them personally, His eyes was soft, a gaze that could only mean care and worry. Jazz stiffened for a moment and analyzed Bruce's Current body language, She could tell he was relieved. She guesses that being able to understand his emotions quite literally is being part of her liminality, being somewhat of an empath helps her understand other's emotions quickly.
"Hey... You guys comfortable back there...?" Bruce softly asked and Jazz nodded and smiled. "Yes... Thank you... Uhm... Sir Wayne." She responds, the hardness of her tone now long relieved as she's successfully kept her family away from Vlad. "Just call me Bruce.." Bruce smiled back and Jazz nodded with appreciation.
Jazz looked down over to her siblings, all fast asleep as they could finally relax their bodies. 'I won't let anyone hurt any of you...' she thinks to herself, tears welling softly down her cheeks. Quickly she wipes them off before Bruce could notice, she took a deep breathe and quivered slightly at the thought of the future.
[End of Prompt(?)]
Edit/Additional:Sam and Tucker are alive, AMITY is alive and ghosts are now in JL tracker but they've become much more peaceful and cooperative and refusing to state who their king is due to his request of "Animosity" (Danny? Or Dan— or Clockwork as a Ghost King Proxy)
I'm someone who adds Dash/Danny ship but here idgf— Sam helps Danny and the others adjust to Gotham(I'm thinking of my HC where she's actually a Gothamite) and Tucker being Tucker, the Tech Geek, emotional support and absolutely loves his PDA
That's all I could think of! This is probably an angsty type of healing, Identity Reveals, Found Family. Hurt/Comfort, angst with a happy ending(?), Familial Love/Platonic Love. :33 have fun with this prompt!
Please tag me if anyone finds a fic like this or someone writes a fic of this! >:33
#danny phantom#danny fenton#danny phantom fandom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcu#dc x dp crossover#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp prompt#dc x dp prompt#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc prompts#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#Jazz Fenton will do anything to protect her family#Danny is Tired#Dan is also tired but fighting through to keep Danny from damaging his stitches#Dani is traumatized and possibly selectively mute due to that? :33 interesting for her#selectively mute but she slowlt gains the confidence to speak again letting them hear her voice and see the real her!#Danny is so tired and so drained & Clockwork is kinda helping with keeping Danny alive despite him should have been staying with frostbite#Dan is redeemed ; he is a very protective brother in my POV like a Damian stabby stab with no stab jjst punch scratch and hiss#he's always gonne be there to peotect his sibs and same with jazz who will not hesitate to take down anyone considered a threat
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#PHONE GOT FIXED YIPPEEEEEEE#donutdrawsthings#dan vs#dan mandel#dan vs revival#dandom#chris pearson#pov youre just a little hater#doodle#art#fanart#dan vs fanart#dan vs art#loads of doodles incoming
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— the weight of a sinner
to bear a sin is a result of consequence, but to bear a sin with no relation to you is an inescapable burden — a means to have a scapegoat and someone to hold accountable. unfortunately, you're one of the very few who seem to think as such.
CONTAINS : gn!reader, 3k wc, angst(y-ish), bittersweet, some lightheartedness in there... somewhere, shackling prison/pre-banishment dan heng, mentions of high-cloud quintet, relationship w/ dan feng left ambiguous (but implied dan feng x reader)
A/N : dan heng and reader face inner turmoil just as i do when facing any minor or major inconvenience. (the dan f/heng animated short was looped while i was writing this...)
Your time within the lifeless prison is limited. Lest you want to be caught red-handed by the stationed prison guards or, worse yet, Jing Yuan for trespassing, you ought to hurry. (You have an inkling he is well-aware of your routinely visits, but you choose to ignore the thought. It makes pretending to be none the wiser a little easier when you’re with him.)
Well, that much is easier said than done.
Shooing away unnecessary thoughts, you continue your way down towards the depths of The Shackling Prison. Blending into the surrounding darkness, you wait as patrolling guards pass by, watching their receding figures with calm eyes. As always, the security towards the bottom of this dreary place is tighter. It’s understandable, really, when taking into consideration who they have held captive.
Eventually, you come to a stop. You take in the familiarity of the surroundings, of the damp smell, of the hollow drips echoing within the walls, of the eerie isolation which encroaches on you.
Several guards hover in front of the cell. A quiet sigh escapes you, though it doesn’t come as a surprise. With the fluidity it takes for you to knock out the guards in one swift movement, one would think the act to be like that of muscle memory. It’s not all that far off when considering just how many times you have done this, on top of your past merits as a Cloud Knight. Now left without any potential risks, you step out from the dreary shadows and make your way through the bars and into the chamber.
Laboured breaths; beads of sweat; a harsh crease between his brows; clothing torn and sullied. No matter how many times you see him in such a state, your heart lurches for him all the same.
With quick, light steps you draw closer. Features you are all too familiar with become clearer in spite of the dingy lighting, but your attention is more focused on the dark, murky wisp festering his soul.
“Those blasted Elders,” you mutter to yourself as you take in the young man’s haggard appearance. “Just what poison have they deceived him with this time…”
His body hangs limp against the metal restraints, ragged breaths wracking his worn body as his expression contorts into one of pain. Dark spots flicker ominously when your eyes skim his body. The burden wrought as a result of the Preceptors’ influence must weigh heavily on his mind if his soul is this contaminated to such an extent. (You dread to think of the lies they’ve been spewing to him about Dan Feng for him to be in this state of conflict.)
Your gaze stops at one particular point, its shadow more concentrated compared to the rest. “They made his soul murkier than it was just a few days ago!” And he’s sustained more bruises than before…
Immediately, your hands hover over his chest. A dim glow distorts the matted appearance of his skin, its shallow light allowing for you to get a closer look at the injuries he has sustained since your last visit. Eyes narrowed at a particularly concerning spot, you’re loath to believe the Elders have even a smidge of humanity left within them — assuming they even had any to begin with, that is.
Amidst your hushed curses towards the Vidyadhara Preceptors, a low groan resounds from in front. The once slack figure writhes against the chains, hissing at the uncomfortable friction the metal must no doubt be causing to his raw skin. You are about to move your attention to his wrists to help alleviate the pain until a flash of colour appears in your peripherals. You blink once, twice. Tilting your head up, you find yourself gazing into an unmistakably striking pair of teal eyes akin to that of the viridescent horns atop his head, the crimson which rests under his eyes and woven into a portion of his hair standing out despite the gloomy environment.
The faint clanging of metal brings you out of your daze. Oh. Right. He regained consciousness.
…Oops.
“You… What did you do?” His voice is hoarse — raspy. There is a slight edge in the gaze he regards you with, a precautionary means of defence. You can’t say you’re all that surprised. Rather, it makes you glad he remains on guard even though he has seen you a fair share of times.
Pausing the usage of your abilities, you cast your full attention onto him as you engage in this rare conversation. “I’m simply here to tend to your injuries and alleviate some of the burden weighing you down.”
(You’re not lying, per se, but you opt to omit the part wherein this selfishness within you merely wishes to save what you failed to before; an unnecessary burden you carry on behalf of someone long gone.)
“Thank you, but why go out of your way to help a sinner? You receive no benefit from this.”
A bitter smile stretches your lips at his words. A striking familiarity seeps within his tone, yet you’re no fool to mistake the man in front of you for someone who no longer walks the path of the living. You’re not like the rest of them who are stuck in the past.
“No one deserves to be shackled by past burdens. I hope that, one day, you can break free from the shadows of the past and live the way you desire. This is your life. No one has the right to dictate what you can and cannot do…” Your fists clench, eyes narrowing into a glare towards the ground. The next words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. “Not even those Elders have the right to do so.”
Silence follows your words. You take that as your cue to resume tending to him; he lets you.
Thinking back, he seems far more relaxed compared to when he was awake during your first couple of visits. He would shrink in on himself when you tried to cross a certain distance, his tail flicking anxiously in response as he regarded you with trembling yet hostile eyes. It’s a stark difference to how he is now. For one, his tail isn’t even out, having retreated when he came to realise you weren’t a threat nor were you going to harm him. He isn’t tense in your presence either, merely watching you do what you came here for with calm, slow blinks.
“Alright, all done here!” Leaning back with a huff, you bring a tentative hand to wipe away at the beads of sweat accumulating atop your forehead. There seemed to be more work than your previous cleanses, but you find the extra effort to be worth it when not even a speck of that murky contamination is left within him. Pride swells within you at your handy work. Haven’t lost my touch just yet!
Now with no reason to stay, you make a move to stand when a quiet murmur halts your movements.
“...You’re not calling me by that name.” When you give him an inquisitive look, he elaborates, “Dan Feng. You don’t call me by that name.”
That name roots you in place. Your mouth runs dry when his name is uttered in that voice, breathed out by that unnervingly similar face, senses growing dull as an all too familiar ache weighs down on your heart.
Your gaze drops momentarily before meeting with his own one — one riddled with confusion and a hunger for answers. “Because you’re not him. You are not Dan Feng, you are you.”
In spite of what all those Preceptors keep trying to hammer on about, how the Vidyadhara High Elder Dan Feng still lives and must face the consequences of his sins, how they have not diminished in power and influence, you find yourself to be one of the few who abstain from such beliefs. How could you not when you were someone privy to his private life, to his wants and hopes, his fears and worries, his dreams for a better future when all was said and done amidst your roles in history.
As such, you can hold your beliefs with confidence.
Dan Feng is gone. Dan Feng is dead. Dan Feng, despite the haunting similarities which stand before you, is not the one you’ve been looking out for within this seclusion. The incarnation in front of you is not the same man you have spent countless years by the side of, nor is he the one privy to the deepest, most intimate parts of yourself only few know of, just as you were with him.
“And…” You pause for a brief second before standing. His eyes follow your movements in caution, though you can tell your words resonate within him (the previous uncertainty which clung onto him is nowhere to be seen, for one). “I hope this is the last time we meet. For both our sakes.”
You lingering around him like some shadow will do the both of you no good, and you would be no different than all the others who hover around him for his status and power. It’s a decision you have long since come to terms with, one you knew would take place the moment you left your house to come here today.
It’s for the better, you tell yourself as you walk away. With this, perhaps you can finally allow yourself to let go of him and the past—
“Wait…!” There’s a shuffle behind you, the faint clinking of metal, a soft curse and grunt following soon after. Upon turning your head to gaze over your shoulder, you find yourself staring into glowing teal. “Every time I— ugh!” A pained gasp escapes him when he struggles too much against the restraints. Before you can reach out and alleviate his pain he merely shakes his head, signifying he has no need for your power. Not a second later, he continues. “Unlike the other blurred or vivid dreams I have of the previous life, every time I see or think of you my mind is calm. I know little-to-nothing of you, and yet, instinctively, I feel safe in your presence. Who are you?”
His words cause your eyes to widen and your stomach to drop. You weren’t expecting him to have some awareness of Dan Feng’s life and your identity, nor for his eyes to shine so brightly despite there being no light. Your teeth clench; your lips wobble. Someone must have tampered with his rebirth, or else he wouldn’t be able to recall even a single thing. You’ve heard some of the ways in which Dan Feng has been described by the Elders — how he is a criminal, a sinner, a monster, one who brought shame to the Vidyadhara name as the High Elder, and how he as his incarnation is no different.
He won’t be able to live this life as his own without being shadowed by the past. He won’t be able to escape the sins and burdens not meant to be carried by his shoulders. He will forever have the name and consequences wrought by his predecessor follow him instead of his valour and achievements, and the mere thought of it weighs heavy on your heart.
A wince involuntarily makes its way onto your features at the recollection; you don’t dare think about the cruelties they could have sneered into the young man’s ears when he was at his weakest and most susceptible to the brainwashing.
When you gather the courage to face him once more, you remember he asked you a question: “Who are you?” Looking into his eyes, there’s a hidden desperation in his gaze which causes your lips to naturally form the beginning phonemes of your name. But you stop, instead deciding it would be best to omit anything that could potentially implicate you with his previous incarnation. After all, for him to forge a path of his own, the past must remain as just that.
And so, with a light smile, you answer, “I’m just someone who doesn’t wish to see an innocent person bear the sins of their predecessor.”
He doesn’t have the chance to respond. You’re long gone from the confines of his chamber, as though you were never there to begin with, and he is left to stare into the abyssal darkness which has accompanied him throughout the entirety of his life.
The only tell-tale sign of your presence being real is the warmth which spreads through his chest, warding off the dulled pain administered by the Preceptors.
In spite of your earlier words, the shackled Vidyadhara cannot help but to hope your paths cross once more. Whether that be within the tethers of a sinner, or perhaps in the distant future when he’s strong enough to leave his past burdens behind and start anew, he hopes he can talk to you as himself; as Dan Heng.
Maybe then you won’t have that pained look in your eyes when you gaze at him.
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There’s a slight trickle of rain when you step foot outside into the Exalting Sanctum. It’s a stark contrast to the suffocating air of a cell, though the resulting chill which follows seems to be a worse trade-off.
You ought to have a word with whoever’s in charge of controlling the weather. Or at least get Jing Yuan to have a word with them. They certainly could have timed this better. What’s done is done, however, as chains of the past already begin to entrap you within its cold tethers.
“Forgive me,” you murmur, gaze upturned and blank as your body steadily becomes drenched in artificial rain. “Even your reincarnation will only know you as an emotionless sinner by word of those Elders.”
You must look terrible like this, soaked to the bone with nothing to cover you. You can picture him reprimanding your carelessness with that worried tone of his, laughing off his nags before he ultimately covers you with an umbrella and brings you back to his abode where a pot of hot tea and spare dry clothing awaits you.
But he’s not here to do all those things once more; nor is there anyone in the vicinity, for that matter. It is simply you, your grief, and your lonesome.
“You’re gone. Baiheng’s gone. Yingxing isn’t here. Neither is Jingliu. There’s only so much more Jing Yuan can try to carry by himself before he cracks. Or maybe he already has but remained stubborn as ever, hiding his burdens like always. And I… I’m just a coward who cannot do anything other than wish for the happier days to come back. I just want us to be happy again...” Warmth trickles down your cheeks, a stinging sensation blooming from within your senses. Abruptly, your voice quietens, barely a whisper. “Is that too much to ask?”
Had it not been for that prophecy of depravity and betrayal… would things be different now? Would everyone still be here drinking under the moonlight, telling stories of one-another (both the embarrassing and the emotional), sharing tears and laughter, sparring and honing one’s skills until muscles cried for rest and reprieve?
If you weren’t a coward back then — if you had just said or even just did something — would this all have been a mere nightmare they would tease you in good nature for?
You laugh, humourless. “Hah. What am I doing? It’s not like you can hear me if I talk to the rain. You would’ve given me an answer years ago if that were the case.”
A bitter taste lingers then, ceasing the rest of your words and instead causing you to choke up.
Inhale, exhale. Through the nose, out the mouth.
Having calmed down, your eyes stray towards the outside of the ship, taking in the bleeding hues of purple and blue distorted by the rain. Motionless, you remain in a trance for a few moments.
“...Remember that plan we talked about before?” you begin once more, voice steady unlike a few moments prior. “The one of all of us travelling planet to planet and exploring life beyond missions and the Luofu? Well, I think it’s about time one of us keeps to our word. I guess I should prepare to say goodbye to Jing Yuan soon.” A half-hearted chuckle escapes you at that. Your eyes close and drop with a sigh, a wry smile stretching the line of your lips. “Do you think he’ll resent me for leaving him as well?”
Silence is your only response, and you come to realise the rain has stopped. When you lift your gaze, the moon shines bright through the lingering mist. It’s almost reminiscent of happier days, when you were young and free, only having to worry about preventing a scuffle between Yingxing and Jing Yuan from breaking out, sometimes sharing a drink with Jingliu as Baiheng chattered away about her day. But most often were nights such as this spent together with Dan Feng, wiling away the nights stargazing and reminiscing missions and basking in one another’s quiet company.
It’s about time I move on, too.
With a swift turn you begin the trek home. For the first time in a long while, you have a goal — a hope and a dream to your name. Your mind recollects the young man’s gaze, how his eyes burned brighter than the sun itself in that one instance. Despite your prior words, a part of you hopes you meet once more when he truly discovers himself; for who he really is as opposed to the ghost which clings to his being.
For someone who can still create such an expression despite those conditions, his future is limitless.
(That night, after having packed your essentials in preparation of heading out the following day and penned a letter for Jing Yuan to read in your disappearance, you had a dream. Through your fragmented recollection, you recalled a woman with a comforting smile; a man wise beyond his years; a familiar, yet unfamiliar, young man who wields a calm aura; a cute girl with boundless energy; a stoic-looking girl with unexpected charm; a rabbit-like creature dressed akin to a conductor; and you… you were happy. Happy in a way you never thought you would be again.
It was a lovely dream.)
if you enjoyed this, then reblogs with/or comments are greatly appreciated !! <33
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#dan heng x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you#dan heng x you#haha imagine in the animated short timeline when dan hengs drowning and u have ur own memory bubble after pom-pom and its just u saying:#“let's go home dan heng” bc now the express is both ur homes and ahahahhhaaha.... ha.... a..... (<- the sound of pain.)#very tempted to write a continuation but in dan heng's pov with how the fic ended...#the way i could easily turn this into a series... high-cloud quintet days leading up to present... blade & jingliu encounters b4 express#honkai star rail imagines#hsr imagines#honkai star rail scenarios#hsr scenarios
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Danstelle week 2023 Day 6 - Family | Past, Present, and Our Future
#honkai star rail#hsr#dan heng#stelle#danstelle#imbibitor lunae#dan heng imbibitor lunae#dan heng IL#dan heng first person pov incorrect mouth to mouth cpr cutscene i love you so much#ngl this was meant to be fully shaded but i looked at the 6 of them. 3 of the both of them#and said no ty.#also the stellaron in her#hahahahahahaha.#(refuses to think about it)#final pics a banger lemme tell ya
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Hey so uh. A couple things about the sister Daniel costume
1) He DOES wear small tan shorts with it
2) There’s a tear on the upper left thigh of his fishnet
#pov you’re in row 6 and not in the splash zone but definitely the Thigh Zone#titspoilers#tit spoilers#phan#dan and phil#dnp#tracking tag
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my personal hc is that dan heng is one of those people who spends his free time looking for lost media and being a data hoarder as well as volunteering for wikipedia articles while silver wolf is one of those people who publish the entire no fly list via telegram and randomly upload the open source for a lost media hunt that's been going on for multiple years on a burner for shits and giggles
#blogging.core#honkai star rail#dan heng#silver wolf#its just really funny to me . pov sw gets bored while playing osu and then decided to leak government documents for shits and giggles#while dh is just a nerd LOL
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Maybe this is just me but I feel like as a collective we haven’t fully registered the sheer Marty McFly urban legend conspiracy fuel bullshittery that happened in the first 72 hours of the Cantripped campaign. Specifically regarding Rowan-
Imagine you’re attending fucking Woodstock. Then, suddenly, The Beatles go to take the stage. But hold on- Paul McCartney isn’t there? It’s just some redhead no one has ever seen before on guitar?? But oh well bands have people get sick and have musicians fill in, it happens all the time.
Suddenly this absolute nobody woman single handedly plays THE MOST TRANSCENDENT AND TRANSFORMATIVE MUSICAL PERFORMANCE IN ALL OF HISTORY. Like, never before seen musical talent, absolutely reshapes the crowds understanding of art and music, broadcast to millions of onlookers. Then, just like any other performance, the band leaves the stage (in later interviews, John Lennon reveals that the woman was a busker that almost got into a fist fight with Ringo in the parking lot 20 minutes before the performance).
15 minutes later, live on stage, the fucking Kennedy Assassination happens. The crowd scatters.
That night, in the aftermath, a bartender in the wealthy part of town says that after handing him a gun across the counter and asking him to take it to a well respected local mom&pop bakery, Jonny Cash was beaten up and arrested in the back room of the bar before being dragged out unconscious by a half dozen uniformed cops.
About a day later, the same bartender takes delivers the gun to the bakery, and inside finds not just the elderly owner, but a well dressed British man in a too small kiss the cook apron, the mysterious woman who performed on stage at Woodstock, and Robert F. Kennedy in a hood and bandana. The next day, the trio along with a very wounded Jonny Cash arrive at his bar yet again, pay him 1000 dollars cash, and leave. Jonny Cash and the unnamed woman then cause a public disturbance at the Canadian border checkpoint on their way through, before Jonny Cash simply sprints through security, and is never seen again.
#this is all /pos obviously#it’s my favourite fucking thing I adore it#it’s just also fucking hilarious to think about from the pov of anyone outside of the party akgsksgsk#cantripped#cantripped podcast#cantripped dan thorns#cantripped rowan
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Sketch dump! I havent done one of those in a while. These are all from June-July while I was on vacation.
First we have Layal! The delightful Mother of Monsters, aka the Ghost Zone’s most evil mama bear AND my take on a fem!danyal dan! I like to imagine she could pummel Dan into the ground, but that stands true for any and all of my au Dans. Bc i am INCREDIBLY biased.
She mostly lives on her island in the Ghost Zone, taking in monsters of the Infinite Realms of all kind and raising them as her own. Surprisingly enough, she does genuinely love her children. That’s about where her love ends. She stole the minotaur, his name is Asterion.
Then we have Daini-Yel! He’s from an au i’ve never actually talked about on here. He’s literally just Danny for an Epic!-inspired au. He's an unknown entity in the newly released open-adventure, odyssesy-inspired game "Nautilus", and he is not a part of the game's code :). He showed up three months after the game's initial launch, and was discovered during a live when a streamer was on their way to fight a boss much similar to Circe and the streamer accidentally took a detour and found his pathway (of which did not previously exist).
He's very friendly! And offers you, the Captain, a strange liquid with even stranger powers called "Ektolai", in order to help you fight Circe. His whole vibe and creation is literally just the song "Wouldn't You Like" from Epic. If you run into him enough times at the start of the game, you can convince him to join you on your adventure as part of the crew. He's a powerful ally and a very good friend, despite his strange awareness of the world around him...
Oh, but be warned... just like the rest of your companions, your actions have consequences and what you do affects their opinion of you. Daini is no different! Your close allies can quickly become enemies.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#danny phantom#dan phantom#fem dan phantom#fem danyal al ghul#female dan phantom#danny phantom art#danny phantom fanart#starry art#sketch dump#art dump#dpxdc art#daini doesn't have a health bar if you fight him lol. lmao even.#yes i do ship the captain and daini in-game. so does everyone else who plays it in this au. half of the in-world twitter for nautilus is ju#people begging the devs to let them romance Daini just like the other companions in the game. the devs are shouting at the top of their#lungs: DAINI IS NOT A PART OF THE CODE. WE CANT MAKE HIM DO SHIT. DAINI DOES WHAT DAINI WANTS#there's two versions of this au: one from daini's pov and one from the player's.#daini's pupils are white to indicate that he is non-human to the player. when you drink ekolai the world's colors invert and you can#perceive things that the normal mortal eye cannot. like shrink mode in Alice Madness Returns. in this mode daini's char. model floats#and he has a faint ethereal glow around him. nobody knows what he is and he gives you the dialogue option to ask him what he is.#he just smiles at you if you ask though. he makes his own achievements but they're slightly glitchy when you view them in the steam menu#if you ask me about daini-yel i'll infodump about him more.#his weapons of choice are rope darts. which are very much NOT greek weapons but it fits his whole 'not part of the game' theme
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Dp true crime
#danny phantom#danny fenton#mom danny#teen mom danny#pov outsider#vlad is a creep#vlad plasmius#jack fenton#maddie fenton#sam manson#jazz fenton#de aged ellie#de aged dani#de aged dan#fake true crime podcast
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DNP BRAINROT IM SORRY
What is love? Can love be defined by the light in his eyes when he looks at you, or in his smile when he makes himself laugh? Through shared meals and television shows. Matching Letterboxd reviews and mugs. Stealing cereal and jackets. Going to concerts and traveling the world. Yet love isn’t all about the things you can see, it’s having that someone to share these experiences with. The simple things like sitting in silence, bringing each other medicine, or brewing coffee. Love is stored in watching orchids come and go, planting cherry blossoms, and feeding pigeons. Maybe love is not such an easy thing to define. It’s a small word after all, and your life feels so much bigger than it.
#i can’t tell if i like this or not but..#i had to do free writing today and they were the only thing i could think of#this is sort of from dans pov#IDK I DONT WRITE FICS🫣#i just wanted to post this#dan and phil#phil lester#dan howell#amazingphil#daniel howell#dnp#phan#dnp fic#dnp games
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Spider Phil :3.. (also guys wow look I drew a background)
this is inspired by/for my friend @krunktrunk !!!
#hes a lil beat up but thats ok <3#also i feel like i dont draw dan enough#so drop some requests for dan art !!#dan and phil#dnp#dap#dnpg#dapg#dan and phil games#dan and phil art#dan and phil fanart#pov#Phil is just a gal#amazing phil#daniel howell#phil lester#dan howell#im gonna#spiderphil lolz#phanart#phandom#dip and pip#2009 era#2009 phil#spiderman au#spiderman#dnp au#au#verianal
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i was listening to dan and phil beats and like... where is the dnp rpg video game? cute and cozy little pixel rpg that turns into a horror game mid-way à la dnp craft where you have to save the golden pig from being sacrificed to some eldritch creature. with the pheal™ as tag-along that gives you tips along the way and dil howlter that you get to play in a secret side quest when collecting all 50 announcements moose (mooses? meeses? idk) that are hidden throughout the story. and yes dan and phil are two separate characters but you do play them both at once.
#until at one point in the game they get separated and you have to switch between their pov's to solve the puzzle#guys can we make this happen#i suddenly have so many ideas#dan and phil#dnp#dan and phil games#and dnp beats as the soundtrack#dnpgames#phan#(for the fandometrics <3)
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hi
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