#feral little shit

[dannyfeargas]

Just got 32 motifs from @vitium-mage but their username isn’t showing up.

If you see this vitium, thanks for the interactions! Increased my dopamine by at least 2

[apupthatdraws]

250 posts!

Holly shitmas! Like 150 of these are Danny Phantom x DC and the other 100 is bullshit

[house-of-slayterr]

Me picking Marko up when he gets especially feral:

Home boy needs to be tamed 😤 he’d just look at you like “yes ma’am” and stop whatever he’s doing!

[rainy-sel]

me and my unhinged t-rex armed ramblings

[apupthatdraws]

I know this has been an issue on the site for a while but the porn bots are getting out of control and tumblr needs to do something about this

These are the tags of one of these post that seem to be grabbing popular tags on tumblr. The green highlighted one in particular is a tag I follow regularly.

It is also a CHILDREN’S SHOW!!!

I know most of the fanbase probably aren’t little babes or even THAT innocent, (I’ve seen the shadowpeach tags you degenerates/hj), but I feel with how recent the show is the view base is still mostly minors. (Let’s be honest, occasionally giving guys big boobs and mildly suggestive tik tok audios is peek teenagers behavior)

That is to say, I feel this in an incredibly inappropriate to do. We already fight over how to tag inside fandom like DpxDC or any other big crossover fandoms, we really don’t need this!!

I don’t know, maybe I’m overreacting, but I really got heated seeing this

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

I hate doing big art but the final product is nice to the people who have seen it, and I think you should see this silly bowls torment too.

[strange-birb]

I had too… I just had too

[apupthatdraws]

The overwhelming desire to bark in a public space

[spacedace]

DPxDC snippet/prompt:

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“John.”

Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.

Felt like old times.

“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”

He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.

“That’s a child.”

“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”

He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.

“John.”

“Z.”

“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”

“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.

“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.

“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”

“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”

“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”

[ruoshik0]

DP x DC: The al Ghul twins but with a twist! P2!!

Training, as it had always been, was tiring. Add on the fact that now, he was at least a meta-adjacent, his training regime was updated to accomadate that too. Which is annoying.

Actually, Danyal meant he hated his life in the League of Assassins. Relearning all he did back when he was a child, training like a madman and rekindling his ‘kill as fast as possible’ style of fighting, manipulating and experimenting with the Lazarus waters (It stunk. It stunk so much that Danny just couldn’t even be in the same room as it. Ugh, why was his life so fucking hard), and tinkering and engineering with gadgets whenever possible.

Danyal realizes just how much he had it easy back in Amity. The amount of free time he had, how much fun just letting lose and have nice kiddy brawl with ghosts, puns and snark, and… acting.

It had been a months since he returned. Only about few days till his seventeenth birthday. The day he plans on meeting his brother’s new family and Damian himself. In those months, he had stopped denying, letting himself acknowledge that yes, he did start caring. And he had started caring too much. It’s been a pain the unlearn all of it. And as much as he was Danyal, he was also Danny just as much.

He can be serious when he wants to be. But sometimes, an easygoing smile and mischievous glint in his eyes felt… better. It felt like he was normal again.

Normal felt more like home than whatever he had been before that.

Now, graduating from tutors and what was basically the league’s version of homeschool- he is very smart thank you, it’s just that Danny wasn’t supposed be as smart- his schedule had opened up significantly.

Which meant more training and now, lessons on business and how to deal with people and stuff related to leading the League and shit.

And perhaps this is also the best time to mention this. His coronation or something had been… delayed. Seeing as he was away doing a covert mission, meaning his education in the league was far behind. Which aslo meant, time is no longer a resource he has an abundance of.

Someone please kill him all the way. Paperwork as a monarch in the infinite realms is so much better than whatever the fuck he is going to learn in the aforementioned business shit and how to rule assassin cults. Scratch that- paperwork as a monarch so much better than the League itself. Why didn’t he kidnap Sam and Tuck with him when he returned?!

Danyal felt like crying… jokingly, though. Taking them here would just result in them getting killed or them getting forced to become assassins themselves.

Sighing, he resumed tinkering with the fun little gun he had been working on since last week.

He just hopes he would be able to say what he wanted to Damian… (and of course, terrorrize Batman and his army of children! It’s gonna be so fun!)

Invisibility and intangibility together was already a deadly match up to any living being. Which is the reason why literally no one at the dining table could notice him next to the big bat himself (Though Danny was pretty sure Signal- Duke Thomas- was sweating because of him. So… he could see his aura even if Danny was invisible).

Danyal had to say, he didn’t have any plan in his mind. Mostly because Danny didn’t plan and Danyal had grown used to not really having that in his head. He considered just leaving Damian an encrypted letter, but really, where’s the fun in that? (Danyal prioritized efficiency first and foremost. It seems everyone he met and befriended back in Amity had more influence on him than he thought)

So now, he was left debating whether or not he should just appear standing on the table doing jazz hands. He would most definately get killed by one of them if Danyal does that. But dying works in his situation.

It wouldn’t make him cool though… Then, an idea struck in his head. What if…

Damian, all things considered, was having a good time. His birthday was going great even. It’s just that at times, his mind would wander back to the sibling he had left behind. Sometimes, he would wonder if Danyal had returned from his mission. Or if he decided he wanted to live there- in Amity park- for the rest of his life.

Damian hopes he did.

He knows that nowadays, he couldn’t stand to see an indifferent expression and an emotionless stare on Danyal’s face. Because nowadays, his own semi-permanent scowl had melted into something else. Something less haunted. He couldn’t face that he went on to live his best life while leaving Danyal all the responsibilities Damian was supposed to shoulder.

So it was a pleasent surprise when he realized that the Danyal in front of him- the intruder who infiltrated the manor, who appeared out of nowhere next to father, who has a handful of father’s hair in his fist, who had, also, pulled father’s head back harshly (Damian almost wondered of Danyal was here to take him and the rest of the Bats to the other side)- was smiling. Smiling like he was here to torture them and have fun while doing that but… for once, Danyal was smiling. Openly.

The Bats didn’t even take a second to stand up and immediately engage in combat with the intruder. If it had been anyone else, facing almost all of the Bats at the same time would have been a death sentence.

Yet, in Damian’s eyes, Danyal almost looked like he was having fun. Easygoing smile, the mirth, the- the everything. It just screamed relaxed and having fun. Despite himself, Damian didn’t actually get up from his seat. He observed the person flinging his siblings into walls. He observed his actual brother.

Kick, dodge, punch, open palm strike, a tornado kick, flinging father to the wall this time, using Brown as a meat shield before tossing her towards Cain.

Unlike what he was so sure of, Danyal wasn’t here to assassinate the Waynes. He, at most, was here to have a good brawl. But that didn’t make sense. It really didn’t. Why was Danyal here? Why did he make himself known? No one came after Damian to take him back after the first few assassins because there was still an heir. A spare who blended in with the shadows better than even father. As far as he was concerned, Danyal had only gotten at hiding better at hiding. So why? It was all confusing and it made Damian angry and he just wanted answers and what else was he supposed to do? Damian did the only thing that came to mind.

He screamed for everything to stop. He slammed the table and sent a League worthy glare towards his family. All of them. Which included Danyal and father and Alfred and- everyone.

(Damian will not admit to being nervous. No never.)

They had listened. Everyone freezing in their spot as they all stared at Damian with shock. They would have died by now if Danyal decided to take advantage of that. The rest becoming aware of their mistake and sending weary glances toward their opponent. Not that Damian cares much about that currently.

“Danyal. Explain why you are here.” His voice was low and rough. It was a tone he only used in the early months of his arival here. A tone the League forced him to talk in.

Currently he needed answers and asking directly always worked. He was extra cautious in not letting anything known. While he hated to hide himself from Danyal, he didn’t know the Danyal in front of him well enough and any show of to a League assassin meant death. A gruesome one.

And really, he expected many things in response. A harsh laugh in his face or the ever present indifference that plagued Danyal when he was young. Maybe even immediately getting maimed by his beloved brother. A brother who was supposed to protect him from the shadows.

What he didn’t dare expect (yet still hoped for) was Danyal’s face and stance and the way he held himself- all visibly softening. A smile that seemed so geniune, something Damian never saw himself, something looked so foreign on the face he and Danyal shared.

“I’m here to congratulate you, akhi" And the tone he heard, it made his eyes burn. Danyals voice had lost its harshness. It had different tones- so unlike the emotionless monotoneous voice he always heard. It had all the gentleness of of the world. And Damian dared to hope. Hope that Danyal is free from the League like he was too. He really did. Because by now, he had thick and big tears tailong down his cheeks. His eyes burned.

And he was finally happy. Happy to have finally gotten his sibling back. The one before Danyal encased himself in harsh cold ice seemingly over night one day. Damian finally felt like he got his sibling back.

Danyal was now fretting over him, expressive in a way Damian hadn’t seen in more than a decade. Danyal was a phenomenal actor. And his cold hard demeanor was a facade Damian had witnessed getting built. Finally it had all melted away. Finally he can hug his brother tightly and say all the things he hesitated to say.

Finally, they can be regular brothers now.

In the back if mind, he noted that his father and family was sending confused glances to each other. He couldn’t care less about that.



[apupthatdraws]

Original commenter is blacked out to avoid dog-pilling

now that the statute of limitations has expired, i can say that during the pandemic, my apartment complex at the time tried to change the laundry room hours to business hours, and i very calmly and quietly went down, took a cinderblock off the garden wall, and threw it through the glass door. and it stayed open til 9pm, and we never heard about changing hours again. sometimes you have to throw a cinderblock in a very businesslike manner, i'm saying. this is a negotiation, among stakeholders, and i would like to make clear that the cost/benefit balance sheet used to make the decision to change the hours was missing a variable

[reallilystuff]

glorious leader what the fuck is that thing. what is that. get that cat out of the cult grounds I think it has rabies.

drawing the lambs wool is surprisingly fun ngl

[purple-goo-writes]

Strongest urge for DP x Marvel crossover...

Just some ungodly reason Danny ends up in Marvel instead of DC...

And promptly adopts Winter Soldier cause at this point the man is basically nearly Fully Liminal with the shit Hyrda pulled.

This is now His Murder Hobo thank you.

[apupthatdraws]

Suspension of disbelief is not just writing off unrealistic parts of media, it’s about your mind allowing yourself to be immersed in media.

If there is an action movie and the main characters survive an explosion, the audience accepts it because it is common withon the genre and matches the tone of “we’re unstoppable”. Regardless of if a fantasy book has an established magic system or just miscellaneous books of spells, the readers will accept because it’s another staple of the genre. You don’t and sometimes shouldn’t always try to explain it (soft magic systems are accepted).

However once you lean into realism, it’s hard to backtrack. If a romcom plot feels contrived due to miscommunications that the audience don’t usually deal with, the script will be put under scrutiny. If a live action mecha film has bad mech designs and cgi, the viewers will be taken out of the fantasy.

If a big budget blockbuster had poor writing, visuals, and just overall execution that not only miss the standard for the genre, but ACTIVELY take the audience OUT OF IMMERSION, the creator are not entitled to suspension of disbelief.

The tip most writers are given, is that suspension of disbelief is not a thing you expect, it’s a (mostly) subconscious state you have to create in your audience. This is why there are screening and countless editors and test audiences. You will not please everyone, especially critics that often forgo it in favor of hard literary and artistic merit, but you must work for it in your target audience.

You don’t owe media to suspend your disbelief, no matter how open you are. Some shows, films and books just don’t hit and it’s most likely the writer’s fault for failing to set the right tone.

[edit: this is not to shit on lower budget media or envíen unserious pieces but that’s because they set those tones. If a media’s tone is serious, the audience will try to treat it seriously until they can’t keep suspending disbelief. It also has to do with a project “prestige”. An small indie project or new/young artist is not going to be judged as harshly as experienced big name creative, who have a past portfolio to reference, by general audience and shouldn’t]

filmmakers and audiences and critics alike all need to start suspending their disbelief again

[solthewizard]

“Lovesick james” this, “smitten james” that.

Give me feral regulus. I want a man that is so down bad he falls to his knees and starts complaining about how hot james was that day. I want regulus to literally be stumbling and swooning. I want regulus to be like when your 12 and following your crush around school like its an undercover mission Give my man some recognition for his animal side

[apupthatdraws]

When you hear a mosquito near your ear but you can’t see it