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guarded by the shadows
pairing: Michael Myers/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)
reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.
No one wants a murder house, even when itâs absurdly cheap. No one except you, it seems.
In which you buy the Myers house.
word count: 1.7k | ao3 version
warnings: carbon monoxide poisoning, hospitals and IVs, unconsciousness
You knew what you were getting into when you purchased the Myers house in Haddonfield. It had been something of a ghost house for years, lying neglected and practically abandoned despite the countless realtors who attempted to sell it. Supposedly, many of their efforts were waylaid by Dr. Samuel Loomisâwho has a bad habit of barging in and dissuading interested parties from buying it. He did the same thing to you: storming into the house just after your realtor gave you a tour, warning you that Michael Myers would likely return to his childhood home.Â
His little display had scared you for a second, sure. But you werenât going to let that frighten you off of the one property you could actually afford. Together, the realtor and you managed to get the man to leaveâalbeit with a lot of grumbling and muttering. Then, the two of you turned to each other and exchanged relieved looks. A few hours later, you were standing in front of the property with the keys in hand and a nervous smile on your face.Â
Maybe it was a little optimistic of you, though, to buy the house so fast. Your moving process has been somewhat impeded by the basic repairs needed across the space: the cracked toilet, freezing cold water from the shower, broken stove, and shattered windows all desperately need attention. In your scramble to fix the seemingly endless amount of things that donât work in the house, you forget to acknowledge one appliance: the carbon monoxide detector. The thought completely slips your mind, as you attempt to make your new home more livable and less imposing. You even have to get the garage door painted over multiple timesâafter a few rebellious kids spray paint âMURDERERâ and other flattering messages all over it.Â
Fortunately, as time passes, you slowly tackle each of these projects. Itâs a bit harder than you expected to get plumbers and electricians to actually agree to enter your home, with its reputation. But you finally find some brave (or just uncaring) ones and, before long, you have functioning appliances.Â
Even so, there are still a few eccentricities to the house. Thereâs a small darkened red-brown stain in one of the roomsâsmeared as if someone tried to clean it up. You resolutely convince yourself it isnât blood, even though you know deep-down it must be. The floorboards are very creaky; sometimes, the frames on the walls will shake and clatter in impatience; and you occasionally lose track of items you put down, as if someone is sneaking in and taking things. Although these happenings sometimes scare you, you manage to dismiss them as nothing more than coincidences. Youâre a bit too preoccupied with making a living for yourself to put much thought into insignificant observations.Â
The main problem youâve encountered at this point, after weeks of living in the house, is the unstable temperature. The furnace is kind of shitty and the air conditioning is a complete joke. Even after you get these things fixed, though, you start to notice that you still feel a bit⌠off. At first, you write it off as some sort of seasonal allergy. But allergy medicine doesnât resolve the issue, and youâre soon fighting off pounding headaches every day. Youâre beginning to suspect that you came down with some sort of bug. Eventually, it gets to the point where you have to leave work early and return home to rest.Â
When you wake up the next morning, you find that youâre particularly weak and exhausted. You feel as if youâre trying to walk through quicksand. Frowning, you push yourself out of bed and attempt to walk out to the living roomâonly to collide with the nearby wall as your balance nearly gives out. You press a shaking hand to your forehead, idly wondering if you could have a fever. The cool sensationâcombined with the fact that you took your temperature last night, only for it to be normalâconvinces you that it canât be a fever. Maybe you have some sort of head cold. That would certainly explain your loss of equilibrium and dizziness.Â
You manage to get yourself back to a standing position and take slow steps out into the living room. Itâs a very short distanceâmaybe five steps or soâbut your chest is burning from the exertion. Why does everything look so blurry? You blink dazedly and attempt to get to the couch, only for your legs to crumple under you.Â
You fall to the ground like a puppet with broken strings, feeling like a spectator to your own movements as your vision twists around and you hear a dull thud. A harsh pain reverberates throughout your temple. You think youâre shaking. Your chest still hurts; and the aching in your temple has spread down to your cheekbones and across your face. Your eyes slip shut and you slip into a bleary haze. Â
Youâre not sure how long youâre lying there before you manage to pry your eyes back open. But the effort is really no useâas youâre too weak to even move. Your headache is so strong that you feel the urge to throw up. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see a flicker of movement. A shadow passes across your vision and suddenly, thereâs someone leaning over you.Â
Even in your fatigued and confused state, youâre able to recognize them. Michael Myers is leaning over you, his mask secured over his face. A shiver rolls down your spine and youâre overtaken with fear. It seems Dr. Loomis was right. Michael did return to the house. Does he have something to do with this?Â
All these thoughts and more run through your head, sending a renewed wave of adrenaline through you. You try to push yourself up and crawl away, but your body isnât obeying any of your commands. A relentless drowsiness is pushing you back to the floor, alongside a dizzying spiral that makes your vision hazy and convoluted. Michaelâs blurred head tilts. Thereâs a horrid ringing in your ears as you make one final attempt to move. A minute twitch of your fingers is the best you can manage, before youâre fading back into unconsciousness.Â
You wake to the feeling of something digging into the skin of your arm. Wincing, you weakly reach out with your other arm and feel around for the intrusion, finding an object attached to your arm. You attempt to pull it off, but thereâs a calm voice chiding you and pushing your inquiring hand away. Blinking away tears at the blinding fluorescent lighting above, you slowly take in the environment around you and come to an easy conclusion: youâre in the hospital. The pain in your arm is from the IV; the voice from before was your nurse.Â
The nurse hands you a glass of water and you eagerly take a few sips, before they place it on the table at your bedside. You cough to clear your throat, recognizing a lingering pain in your chest. âWhat happened?â You remember to ask.Â
âCarbon monoxide poisoning,â the nurse responds with a sympathetic grimace. Damn itâthat was what you had forgotten to do. You never replaced the carbon monoxide detectors in the house. âOne of your neighbors found you unconscious on your front lawn.âÂ
The front lawn? Your memories of that night are hazy and hard to reach, but after a few minutes of concentrated effort, you recall that you had collapsed in your living room. You frown. You certainly wouldnât have possessed enough strength to make it out of your home and onto the front yard. How did you get outside?Â
Before you can ponder the question any longer, the nurse is asking you a series of questions and evaluating your symptoms. When theyâre finally finished, theyâre about to leaveâbefore they pause in the doorway and head back into the room, a contemplative expression on their face. âItâs a miracle you made it outside.â They say candidly. You blink at them. âDo you remember leaving the house?â The nurse hums.Â
âNo,â you answer, a frown rising on your face. A miracle. You resist the urge to huff in amusement. You canât necessarily say that succumbing to carbon monoxide poisoning was miraculous. And your supposed âescapeâ from your home is more perplexing than anything else. âI think I passed out in the living room.â You continue.Â
A strange expression passes over the nurseâs face. âOh,â they remark quietly, suddenly looking concerned. They shake their head as if to clear their thoughts. âWell, itâs a good thing your roommate found you!â Thereâs a somewhat forced cheeriness to their voice. But that observation fades to the back of your mind, when you comprehend what theyâve just said.Â
âI donât have a roommate.â Youâve lived alone for as long as youâve stayed in that house. But the nurseâs remark does jog your memory, reminding you of the one presence who made himself known that night: Michael Myers. Goosebumps rise along your skin. The nurse seems to notice and pulls the blanket over you, which does little to quell your mounting fear.Â
Then they seem to process your remark, and a somewhat patronizing smile rises on their lips. âSounds like you have a guardian angel, then.â They donât seem to believe you. But before you can ask any more questions, the nurse exits, leaving you to your growing confusion.Â
Just what happened? You suspect someone saved you⌠but who? And why? You continue to contemplate these questions as you recover in the hospital; after a few days, youâre discharged from the hospital. You return home to find a note on your front door, wishing you a quick recovery and saying that the property has been aired out and cleared of carbon monoxide. A small smile rises on your lips and you remind yourself to thank your neighbor.Â
The house is a bit brisk and cold, evidently thanks to the windows being open for so long. Otherwise, it looks entirely the same as you left it. Relief courses through you as you explore the house, double-checking that nothing looks out of place. Youâre about to relax when your eyes find something on the kitchen counter: boxes of new carbon monoxide detectors. And through the nearby window, you catch a glimpse of a masked figure between the trees, watching you.Â
A disbelieving, frightened laugh crawls its way from your lips.
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"Welcome back, it's been a while."
After a long time has passed, how might the Obey Me! demons welcome you home with a hug?
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Lucifer tries to approach you in a calm and collected manner, but that facade easily crumbles as he gets closer. His pace quickens and his expression melts into an inscrutable blend of emotion. The man is fighting to stay composed.
He pulls you towards him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have you in his arms. His gloved hands wrap around your back and waist with a secure grip. Your toes brush the ground as his hug lifts you to eye level, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Welcome back, I've missed you."
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Mammon sprints up with the goofiest grin imaginable plastered on his face. He catches himself at the last moment though, grinding to a halt as a blush creeps over his ears. He wants to be cool. "You sure are a piece a work to keep The Great Mammon waiting."
His arrogant act is betrayed by the many glances in your direction. By the way he's clenching his fist so hard his knuckles are white, and by the way he immediately crumbles into your open arms the second you reach out. He throws his arms around your shoulders and digs his face into your neck. He grips the back of your top a little too hard, as if you might leave again any moment.
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Leviathan sheds his insecurities and doubts, all negative emotions, just to be able to bask in your presence again. It's a moment he's looked forward to for weeks. He puts trust into the belief that you've also been looking forward to seeing him.
He wraps his arms and legs around you, unconsciously aiming to get as much skin contact as possible. "I've really missed you, you know!?" he half-shouts before burying his face in your shoulder. You fight to stay standing upright. Every little movement, every minor adjustment in posture you make causes Leviathan to snuggle closer until you can't tell where your limbs end and his begin.
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Satan can't control all of the overwhelming emotions that hit him at once. He grabs hold of your hand, and with a palm on your back he pulls you close until your entire weight leans against him. At your touch, all he can do is smile.
"Glad to see you again." The two of you sway back and forth, turning your hug into a psuedo-Waltz. When you look into his eyes, Satan gives your hand a kiss and presses your intertwined fingers against his face.
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Asmodeus laughs as he barrels into you. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"
You stumble back several steps yet he catches you before you fall, latching onto your side like a matching puzzle piece. He rubs his cheek over your head, pausing every few seconds to give you a kiss as his free hand enthusiastically traces its way up your back.
Asmodeus is the most reluctant to let go. Making a mess of your hair and clothes only gives him a calculated opportunity to touch you more as he tidies up your appearance. His caress lingers over your collarbone and around your ear. His fingers brush against your mouth, which he then brings to his own lips.
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Beelzebub falls to his knees, relieved to see you return safe and sound and glad to be by your side once more. His arms curl around your hips. He noses his face into your chest and looks up with a content smile as he greets you, "welcome back."
You lean over to return the hug, running your hands through his hair. You don't expect Beelzebub to stand, picking you up in the process. You steady yourself on his shoulders as he rises, his violet eyes not wavering from you for a second, tempting him to steal a kiss.
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Belphegor wraps his arms around your shoulders and practically falls on you. He doesn't seem concerned that you're sinking to the ground. In fact, he's so preoccupied with cuddling up to you that there's no way to avoid sitting on the ground with this demon on top of you.
He curls his body around your legs. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he slowly exhales, "welcome back." He's awake, but nothing will stop him from pretending to be asleep as his grip strength loosens and his face trails down your body.
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Diavolo laughs amicably as you approach. He wants you to come to him, and is so thrilled to have you back. He bends down to latch his arms under yours and swings you around, sweeping you off your feet as you twirl two, three times, then slow to a stop.
"How have you been?" In due time he wants to know everything, and hear all the stories of your time away in detail. For now, he's got you locked in a bear hug. You feel his lips brush over your hair as he lightly swings you back and forth.
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Barbatos' hug is the most restrained. It's simple and polite. At first he was content to just greet you with a gentle handshake and loving gaze. Though, when you request a hug, there is no way he can say no.
He extends his arms around your back, gives you two soft pats, and hesitates for just a moment before letting you go.
At night that evening as you prepare for bed, you find a note in your pocket that Barbatos must have cunningly slipped in without anyone noticing. It's a detailed letter with everything he didn't get to tell you in person.
#I've seen a lot of people coming back to the games after a while of not playing#and âfluffâ won that quick poll I posted the other day so I churned this out just to pass the time. it's 100% self indulgent.#I've got better writing in my drafts folder but ota is in two months! Gotta get my cosplay done!#edit: I FORGOT MEPHISTO BRO I AM SO SORRY think of all the potential with his cane. screaming sorry mephisto#obey me#obey me swd#obey me!#omswd#obey me scenarios#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanon#obey me x mc#obey me fanfic#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me x reader#obey me fluff#obey me drabble#obey me fic#obey me writing#obey me mc
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yeah so this was insane
#i feel like too many people reduce this interaction to jason being like âlol sameâ#but idk :/#this chapter is from jasonâs pov#and leading up to it heâs like âpeople keep walking on eggshells around me bc of the the michael varus stab woundâ#and he hates it so when he goes on deck to help out with the storm#everyoneâs like wtf except for percy#and jason states how much he appreciated percy not treating him like a sick kid#and i feel like itâs echoed in this sentiment where jason could say so many things like#âyou should never feel that wayâ âim here if you need anythingâ#but he doesnât make percy feel alone in his desire to justâŚ. end it all#which ik for some people that doesnât work but youâre not a character in hoo and percy is dealing with so much guilt#and he canât tell annabeth bc sheâs a main aspect of that guilt#and he doesnât wanna guilt her more and he feels ashamed and when he describes this he feels weird for feeling it#so having jason this tough guy be like âyo i understand it bc i felt the same way#thatâs gotta mean a lot to percy#also insane how jason who also struggles to display vulnerability#allows it in one of few times in this moment just so percy this guy heâs supposed to be jealous about#feels comforted and not alone in his guilt and shame#and also itâs just insane how jasonâs wanting to kay em ess does not get talked about AT ALL#and just seeing his mom and the pressure of new rome getting to him#like this scene is insane and iâll never shut up about it#also ignore me iâm just finishing my reread of hoo that took all summer#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo#ashla.txt
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blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....
#solavellan#solas#gotta put out some tender stuff to balance the chaos target team leader solas has caused.#look i just need to go feral in the tags for a moment#okay the fucking. what's he call himself? the great adversary of her people's mythology....falls in love w a woman being forced into a role#not unlike his own#i t makes me c r a z y#like at one point he's all ooooh we're elves need to make sure the humans trust us to ensure safety. gives them a castle......#then he's all ''ooh you cant change the way your legend is getting out of hand. might as well accept it''#but he disapproves if you lean into it/call yourself the herald.#he approves of you fighting against the status quo. encourages sera to sow chaos and has a VERY interesting convo w her about power#''what lop of the top?'' ''yes.'' ''well what's that do except make room for a new top to come and fuck it all up?''#at which point he fuckin STUTTERS and is like. oh fuck. you're right. my bad. and then he shuts up in quiet contemplation#he's clearly wrestling w himself. and Ohmygod the felassanstuff.#like the Guilt. the Regret.#haunting that fucking rotunda.#and yet he's so in love w lavellan if they go that route.#like clearly some stuff was missing/fumbled in game. but like#how he fuckin screams for the inquisitor at the well?????!?! OK BOI?!#im just. the dread wolf. great adversary of the dalish pantheon.#turns out to be some somber grim guy with a fatalistic sense of humor who hates tea and greatly values free will#pina art
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My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!
#wasnt wearing leg padding in these so sorry sams a bit skinny#sam and max#cosplay#crunchchute art#my art#i could remake the pants and jacket entirely but that would be quite hard actually. i suck at making jackets especially#so those are just thrifted and edited#lots of color differences that bug me but. oh well#pants and jacket arent that different but its noticeable in these pics#as well as maxs hands and feet. theyre slightly lighter as the fabric i used is better quality#but i ran out of the stuff i used on his body etc and i couldnt buy more from that store as they took their sweet time shipping the stuff#oh well. didnt make them for a competition so its okay#im my own biggest hater and my own biggest critic#at the end of the day i made a handful of people really happy and thats all that matters to me#gotta share them every chance i get as i usually just make a cos#wear it to the con and then put it on the shelf#but im too happy with these to just hide them away after#they need a good scrub and after that id like to bring them to another con. next main goal is viecc but thats just a maybe right now
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Tim Drake, Dannyâs human identity in this universe, is a boy trapped in an empty manor with absentee parents a low socialization.
Danny Phantom, on the other hand, is Gotham City himself. He could fly, he could interact, he could be the heart of his city like he needs to be. From the lowest of the lows to the highest of the highs, Danny loved the people that were his. Well, most of them. Child molesters often found themselves crossing paths with a vengeful, mostly recovered Robin.
He is the city, he is Gotham. And with his status came more changes, ones he welcomes more readily that the changes that came with his title of Ghost King.
Being a city couldnât change him as much as it would have, had he gained the title before becoming King. But now, his shadows are dark, curling around his shoulders and curling away what little light he allowed into his city. His skin, having once glittered green with stars and galaxies and black holes, clouds over just a bit. It gives him a misty quality. His hands become sharper, stronger. Gargoyle-like. He wonders what he looked like to Batman, holding his broken son cradled safely to himself. Heâs crueler, now, but thatâs easily balanced by his years of being a vigilante himself.
He loves these changes. They are loved in a way changing into Dead Danny Phantom and Ghost King Danny Phantom will never be loved. And even though his human features are different in a way he never had to deal with as Danny Fenton, because it was his body that he died in, Danny finds himself enjoying the distinction. And he enjoys when they combine, because in the end, theyâre just facets of who he is, now.
Gotham flies through his city, and enjoys it as a whole. A bigger picture.
Tim Drake walks through his city, and enjoys it as an individual. The smaller picture.
Being Gotham reminds him of what he had to protect as a whole. A duty he gladly bears.
Being Tim reminds him of the people heâs meant to help, the stories he doesnât get as Danny. A connection he gladly encouraged.
Gotham is power. He is duty, he is fierce love. But for the good of the whole.
Tim is kindness. He is choice, he is gentle devotion. But for the good of the individual.
Heâs both.
Danny. Danny Phantom.
Phantom glides through the smog.
The ebb and flow of people is his life blood, the thrumming of life and death and fear and hate and love and everything the city is sung through him and Danny sung back with everything he had. Danny is the gargoyles perched high, watching everything. Heâs the stone curves of the sewers, sheltering his rats and mutant murderous crocodile man. The is no love comparable to a cityâs mutant rats and their sewers. Ancients, he loves his city.
It would be nice, Danny thinks wryly, if theyâd love me enough to stop blowing up buildings.
The sting of destruction to his city would hurt much more, had he not also been King. Regardless, every time thereâs an explosion or general large scale property damage, he feels a stab of mild pain. Catching sight of his Bats, Danny stays invisible while following them. He wills the shadows to cradle them, to hide them further. He softens the stone, the mortar, the steel, just a hint. Their footsteps, silent and aided by the city himself. The wind steal away the noise of the grappling guns, so when Dannyâs favorite vigilante duo (a fascination he shared with original text!Tim) broke into the building, not a single soul aside them are aware of the intrusion.
Batman skulks across the support beams, Robin following with an anticipatory grin. Danny floats, invisible, undetectable, besides them.
âCâmon!â A goon grunts beneath them. Danny tilts his head. A⌠Dresden Aberthy. Wow. Thatâs one hell of a name.
âHurry it up! Boss said Batmanâs going to get here soon!â Another goon- Robbert- said, waving around a gun like a moron at the terrified hostages. Danny could tell half of them were part of a tour bus, mostly because the other half were his Gothamites, bored and unfairly used to this kind of thing. The tourists⌠Heâs fond of them, having kept track of their progress through his city. He doesnât care for intruders on his haunt, but tourists like to appreciate his city and its doubtlessly Sam-approved architecture. Most of them. Rude tourists get pigeon shit on their heads and food stolen by his lovely rats.
Heâll have to make sure none of the bullets hit the tourists. He likes this group, even if he has enough awareness to question their sanity in choosing his city to sightsee. He knows itâs a mess. Itâs Dannyâs mess though, so whatever.
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All said and done, Batman whoops ass and Robin rescues the hostages just fine. Danny grins proudly as Robin knees a guy in the crotch and punches a ladyâs throat in order to incapacitate them.
After they tied the goons up, and interrogated them for Two Faceâs plans- explode a quarter of Gotham to distract the Bats from his diabolical plan to murder half of Gothamâs judges and lawyers that have been going after him and his people- the duo retreats to the rooftop.
âDidja think Gotham saw that?â
Batman goes to reply, but Danny beats him to it, coming back to visibility with a wind touched laugh.
âI did, little Robin.â Danny smiles, fangs and shadows on display as his vigilantes startles and whips around to face him. âYou did well.â
Robin- Jason!- gapes at him.
âI see youâve recovered, little bird.â
âGotham! Oh. Wow. People always said Gotham was a lady, but youâre a guy!â
âIt was a Lady,â Danny confirmed. âItâs complicated, little bird.â
âSo, youâre really⌠youâre really Gotham? The city?â
Danny looks at Robin with the weight of the city behind his gaze.
âI think you know the answer to that. But yes, I am your city.â
âConstantine,â Batman starts. âHe said that city spirits only appear in times of grave danger.â
There is deference in his words. Batman is Batman for Gotham, after all. Danny just wishes he could⌠well, be friendlier with his knights. May this is a good place to start.
Are you in danger? What threats do we need to handle? How can I help? How can I protect? Please, let me help.
His Knight always felt more than he ever says. Danny smiles.
âWas Robinâs wellbeing not in grave danger?â Danny floats closer. âI am your city. You protect me, it is only right that I protect you, no?â
âThank you for saving me, Gotham!â Robinâs grin is a touch more sincere than usual.
âOf course, Robin. You are loved.â
âIs there⌠a reason youâve shown yourself today? Gotham.â
Danny chuckles, understanding the awkwardness that was Batman addressing someone with deference.
âI wanted to tell you that you did well tonight. Those tourists werenât harmed in the slightest. Well done.â Danny gave Robin a playful but sincere thumbs up.
âThey werenât a match for us!â
âNo, they werenât.â Danny ruffles Robinâs hair, noticing how still he grew at it. âRobin was too fast for them. That maneuver at the end was masterfully executed.â
Batman clears his throat and Danny resists the urge to laugh at him. It would be mean.
âThank you, for the⌠praise.â
Fuck it. Heâs played well behaved for too long.
âYes. I read in child rearing books that positive reinforcement is necessary for healthy development. You did well, Batman.â
Despite trolling Batman- and somehow holding a straight (and hopefully wise face)- he meant every word.
Allowing a small smile to slip at Robinâs chortles and Batmanâs quiet sputtering, Danny moves on.
âWhere is Nightwing, Batman?â
âHeâs still on a mission...â
âIf it is awkward to refer to me as Gotham, Phantom will do.â
Batman dips his head once. âIn space, with the Teen Titans.â
âI see. Please tell him I request his presence,â Danny barely waits for Batmanâs oddly acquiescing agreement before summoning a pigeon.
âFollow her,â Danny instructs the duo. âSheâll lead you to the places with explosives. I will guide you through her, to Harvey Dent.â
Danny winces as another explosion rings out.
âYour face is cracking!â Robin exclaimed, worried. He surged forward to stare at the hairline cracks appearing on Dannyâs jaw.
âThat would be the explosives. Any damage to the city will be shown on me.â
âWell take care of it.â Batman growled, shoulders straightening once more into an imposing symbol.
âYeah!â
âI know you will. Stay safe.â Danny disappears, spreading his awareness and directing his Birds to the explosives that will go off the fastest.
Batman and Robin share a glance and leaps off the roof, ready to save their city once more.
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Tim Drake wanders around Crime Alley, and meets a blonde nine year old trying to throw hands at her absentee Riddler knockoff of a dad. He dodges the brick en route to his face and kicks the guyâs knees out.
âYou okay?â
The girl blinks. She stares at her dad, groaning on the dirty street of crime alley, and flicks her gaze back up to Tim, who waits casually.
âYep. Iâm Stephanie. Weâre gonna be friends now!â
She grins at him, a baby tooth missing, and Danny melts.
âHeck yeah. Tim!â He introduces himself for the first time in a long time.
Maybe with Stephanie around, heâll finally use the name Tim? Maybe heâll get used to it, finally!
#Danny Phantom#danny is Gotham#gotham bay is a corpse dumping ground#gotham#batman#DCxDP#dpxdc#Bruce Wayne#Danny is a menace#he sets Gotham city pests upon rude tourists#thatâs right respect the city or get shat on#Batman: no outsider heros unless with my express permission#Danny: literally fuck everyone else but my own city#also Danny: Iâm a hero I gotta help people everywhere#batman: this is my city and he deserves all the respect and reverence#also Batman: that is a child asking me to save them I will do whatever#nightwing is still in place#tim drake is a menace#tim drake is a little shit#but in a slightly more eldritch way#instead of the sleep deprived unhinged badass that is original Tim
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A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN
This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops
But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.
So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D
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@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez
@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid
@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff
@cacaocheri
(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)
AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT
@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn
@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts
@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1
@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide
[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]
#nebula art and doodles#should. i even count it as that-#nebula birthday time#fuck it birthday tag go brrr#also if i. didnt tag you it is 100% because i'm. a fucking coward <33 and am not sure if you'd like to be tagged in a silly thing like this#(or i don't. know you. that also but shaky thumbs up)#god. this year has been. insane dawg#my goofy ass going through canon events like it's a buffet /silly#jokes aside#the fact that im still like. here. right here#posting or reblogging goofy shit#still in the process of making my fic (i prommy im working on it)#and just. managing to make friends with people despite shit happening#it's so wild to me#i know for some people i've tagged we either haven't talked that much or haven't talked in awhile#and to that i say#fuck it we ball /j#but seriously it's. honestly bc getting to interact with you guys at all makes or has made my day that much brighter#even if it's been awhile like i mentioned or for whatever reason#this is. getting long as hell and i need to go to bed oops#anywhooooo#gotta go fast or some shit#OH- and thank you all so much for. almost 3k. holy shit#where the fuck did you all COME FROM HOW DID WE GET HERE#big heart emojis and sending love to you all#thank you so much
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now some of you might think that rise leo would make it all the way to the end in a slasher movie because he's canonically the final girl in flushed but never forgotten and also technically the second-to-final girl in the bad future but you would be WRONG and NOT A VISIONARY. he's the skeptic character who's like "đguys there's no killer in the woods you're all being ridiculous" and then immediately dies but it's ok because his death scene would be objectively the funniest which is what he would have wanted
#mech talks sometimes#gotta get this in all the rise leo tags i need people to see my vision#and know that i'm right#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#tmnt leonardo
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You draw tavros ugly and you need to stop. Or be better. Because your fucking bad at it.
Oh Iâve actually been working on that!!!!
Okay so basically like half a year ago I realized I didnât like my art style and decided to do some Homestuck art studies as a means of getting better at like anatomy and stuff, and thatâs where the Tavros on the left appeared from.
After Iâd gotten the hang of it I started to reintegrate some of my old stylistic choices, as seen by the Tavros on the right. But honestly I felt meh about both of them cause neither of them line up with my previous portrayals/personal view of the character.
(Old art, circa about a year or so ago^ Shows I used to draw Tavros with less of a lanky body and more fat.)
So I finally decided to buckle down and get the character right and this was the result!
Now Iâll be the first to admit that itâs probably not perfect, but Iâve finally gotten to a point where I like how I draw Tavros again!!!!
The og Homestuck style has like, a lot of variation, and hero mode is honestly wayyyy more vast of a âstyleâ than people give it credit for. Personally, I like to refer to each Homestuck style more by act/place it appears in comic rather than just blanked âhero modeâ or âsprite mode,â because I like to integrate THOSE specific influences into my art.
With Tavros specifically Iâd like to say the rounder shapes call back to the mixed sprite/hero mode that we see in Tavrosâ introduction, as opposed to perhaps Solluxâs introduction panels, where his limbs are rigid and angular, and definitely more âhero mode,â which causes one to view the character as lankier/skinnier.
Either way, Iâm still working hard at getting good at striking poses and not falling into âsame body type syndrome,â as is often far too easy to fall into. In the past I found it difficult to draw skinny/lanky characters because I wasnât super used to it, and as of recently Iâve been doing them wayyyy more but I still have an easier time drawing thicker/fatter limbs and stuff. If youâve got any criticisms or the like, Iâm happy to hear them!!!! Always looking to get better eventually :p
#homestuck#tavros nitram#gotta tag the guys who appear in my old example art#sollux captor#vriska serket#jade harley#aradia megido#guys Iâm not even lying I actually like squealed out loud whenever I got this comment#Iâve always wanted to get anon hate#BUT ALSO#Iâve always wanted to get people hating on my art!!!!#idk I just get so anxious from compliments#mean comments are so funny#that all being said now I go gotta respond to the nice comments#sorry guys!!!! Iâm just easily intimidated thatâs all!!!!
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PRINCESS TUTU ASPEC WEEK: QUEERPLATONIC & BONDS.
i think they should be weirder and more fucked up abt each other. feat a simpsons quote. what they have isnt romantic they have something much more sinister going on etc etc (its The Narrative)
#im OBSESSED with fakirs loser knight swag you cant convince me he wouldnt say this#yeah yeah his arc changes him or whatever but like he gets reality bending powers. he can still kill people with those.#hes gotta endlessly devote himself to someone its his unhealthy coping mechanism <3#snidge scribbles#im not actually decided on when this happens. for all i know it could be before he knows hes beefing with a duck.#but hed say it at some point.#anyway i love this fuckin loser down bad for the worlds kindest and bestest duck ever#princess tutu#princess tutu aspec week#man can you believe my arts at a point where im WINGING this shit?
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I do feel like the way Kyoshi was written in the Avatar reboot was lowkey influenced by the fandom's perception of her. Cause like in the original show she's really just portrayed as a pragmatist who's willing to kill if necessary. Like Aang is conflicted about killing the Fire Lord and she's like "well if I were in your position I'd do it but that's just me. Good luck." And then people started making memes where she's like a murderous psychopath who thinks extreme violence is always the solution. And it was funny at first cause it was just exaggerating for comedy but now everyone thinks she was actually like that in the show when she really wasn't. And then in the remake her introductory scene is her angrily yelling at this 12 year old that he needs to stop being a little pussy and be a ruthless warrior or whatever and the only explanation I can think of is that someone in the writer's room maybe looked at a few too many of those memes.
#she had an awesome fight scene though so there's that#disclaimer i own both the kyoshi books but haven't actually read them yet#so this is just going off how she was written in the original show#i'm working my way through all my books that i haven't read yet so i'll get to the avatar novels soon#but i gotta get through a couple more star wars books first lol#but yeah you know those spider-verse memes#where they take the scene where jefferson says ''spider-man why did you create that guy''#and they replace it with some funny dark shit like ''spider-man kill him and his family'' or ''spider-man fuck this guy's ass''#that's basically what people seem to think kyoshi is like#avatar the last airbender#avatar kyoshi#shut up tristan
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Howdy My Beloved
(Iâm so down bad for him itâs horrifying)
LMAOOO mostly mutual howdy love
speaking of howdy iv been seein cowboy/Wild West aus for welcome home and I decided to dip my toes in it a lil while I was hyper KXHDGDH
cw poorly drawn guns and messy sketches
I was just gunna make Home a sheriffâs buildinâ, but I thought it would be cooler if he was a big bad spooki
also howdyâs lil bugdega is both a convenient store and a restaurant/bar (same building, all shopping stuff at the front while the restaurant is in the back) howdy can make a mean beef n cheddar KDHHFH
#Welcome home#welcome home howdy#welcome home wally#welcome home barnaby#welcome home home#howdy pillar#wally darling#barnaby b beagle#yeehaw#Also Funfact#Iv been gettin a lot of people asking me how I draw so much in such lil time#It happened last year and now this year JDHDHDJ#But I have a thing where if I get extremely hyper focused on something I basically draw-stim#Itâs a huge itch that I gotta draw SOMETHING#And if I donât it plagues me#Up side to it I consistently post like twice a day with multiple doodles and I donât get bored by it#Downside I wanna play monster hunter so bAD BUT MY BRAIN WONT L E T M E#Thankfully my sketching has gotten a lot faster throughout the years so Iâm able to put all my dum lil ideas down#And still have time to play games I wanna play and get stuff done
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(Op of the text post is no longer in the fandom/no longer wishes to be so I didnât tag, and Iâm hesitant to say to flood their notifs! Letâs be respectful but I wanted to give this its dues lol)
I literally have been thinking about this text post for a full year and itâs FINALLY TIME. Happy Halloween đ
#the sound I made when I first read that post#NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO REACT#how to get people to stop asking about a costume 101 with Neil Josten#andrew was given the opportunity to just âidk whatever you think I should wearâ Neil and by god he took the chance#to dress Neil up to his tastes#(as 025 would say. Andrew Minyard this is boyfriend behavior)#I want this outfit. just gotta find a turtleneck with that fit and Iâll be golden#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#andrew minyard#Halloween 2023#Halloween#chibi
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A lil guy !
#honkai star rail#dan heng#genuinely have a million things i wanna draw and then zero energy#so dan heng in a hoodie#now i gotta go get dinner sooooo maybe that will give energy and then i can draw more of what i actually wanna draw#but i kinda spent like ... hours ? talking to my mom earlier today#since shes been in the hospital for many many days#so i was catching her up on whats been goin on and showed her silly lil videos#and telling her how hyped i was for summer hrid and she (very patient with my fe talk)#was like you always tell me about banners being bad so it must have made you REALLY happy to say the whole banner is good#and im like yeah and i had multiple people on multiple sites like hey salmon/moeblob did ya see the banner#and she was like thats so cool that people acknowledge who you like and im like yeah it is p cool#and then i told her how mad i was at the absolutely criminal act of limiting how you can watch clue (1985 hit movie)#like i told her yeah sure i own it twice on dvd and once on itunes and that the only way to watch those#are either desktop or ps2 and how i dont have access to my itunes email#and i dont have it on my laptop so i sadly would have to rebuy the movie on itunes under a new acct#then i said how i loved that it was free to watch with ads on yt and id watched it twice that way#but then recently wanted to watch it on there but laptop and hoo boy you have to buy or rent it now#so i v angrily was like fine whatever ill do the thing and leave my room and go watch it on my moms tv#while she isnt around and use her amazon prime where it should be included except ! IT WASNT!#YOU HAVE TO HAVE PRIME TO BUY OR RENT IT NOW TOO!#HOW ARE THEY DOING THIS AND WHY ! who in the world is watching this movie so much that isnt me that they have to charge for it now#on all platforms unless you straight up pirate it#and hey why would i of all people be needing to pirate a movie i own physically two times and digitally once#this is literally a personalized attack to me#and my mom was like i understand how you feel cause yeah thats really weird to do to a 1985 movie#and im like yes exactly i have morals and principles that make me opposed to this and its v maddening#and she said she understood and its ok next time we are having power issues and i have to shut down#that if i really wanna watch it i can rent it on her amazon account and i looked at her and shes like oh you feel v strongly about this#and i do! I HAVE HAD IT GIFTED TO ME TWICE ! I BOUGHT IT ONCE! WHY DO I HAVE TO RENT IT FOR MORE MONEY!
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part one
In the days it takes you to heal from your injuries, Luffy comes to your bedroom to sleep next to you every night. He does try, the night after the first, to sleep in his own bedroom but he can't. Usually sleep comes easy to him, especially after a long day of adventure but not now. He closes his eyes, trying to think of your wounds healing, your soft breathing, your warm hand holding his, but he can't fall asleep. He huffs in irritation and rises from his bed, sulking across the ship to knock on your bedroom door and opening it slowly. You put down your book, you were also struggling to sleep, and open the covers for him. You smile at each other as he excitedly hops into your bed.
And so it becomes routine for you two. Even as your injuries heal completely, as the sunsets and the crew walks off to their separate bedrooms, Luffy follows you into yours and you let him. It becomes normal to roll over in the middle of the night and snuggle into his warm body, to wake up in the morning with his arm wrapped around you, to feel him pull you closer in his sleep, to giggle at his sleep-talking, to hear your name in his mumblings. You offer to let him keep his toothbrush and some clothes in your room, he accepts.
Sleeping together becomes so routine that you have trouble sleeping without him. There were times when you two would be separated by a foe that Luffy challenged and each night you would stay awake staring at his side of the bed, worry clouding your mind and making it impossible to sleep and eventually when Luffy defeated the foe, he would be covered in bandages and it was your turn to listen to his soft, even breathing as he slept. There were times when you be working late into the night and he would come find you, curling up on the floor next to you to sleep in your presence until you eventually finish and drag him back to your bed so you can both sleep comfortably. There were times when you would get angry at him for putting the crew in danger with his recklessness and you'd slammed your bedroom door in his face and toss and turn, your anger at him turning into desperation for him to just come to bed already, eventually you get up to find him and as you open your bedroom door, Luffy's sleeping frame falls on your legs. He'd been sleeping against your door. Smiling you pull his rubbery body into bed and cuddle up next to him, his heartbeat your lullaby. He smiles in his sleep and his arms come up around you. Whenever he's missing his hat or sandals, you find them by your bed.
This new routine of you and your captain sleeping together left your other crewmates with their mouths on the floor several times. They still hadn't gotten used to you two waving goodnight and walking into the same bedroom. When they would ask, you tried to explain but there really wasn't anything to explain. You and their captain couldn't sleep unless you slept together. That's all, why do they always stare at you in such surprise when you say that? Their shocked faces didn't discourage you both into cuddling up to each other at night, finding relaxation, warmth, safety, and comfort in each others arms. What was once your space becomes "our bedroom", "our closet", "our bathroom".
#luffy#monkey d luffy#one piece#straw hat luffy#luffy x you#luffy x reader#luffy headcanons#luffy fluff#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#shout out to that anon that inspired me to finish this#look my personal headcanon for luffy is that he's either aroace or demisexual but truly that he's so focused on his goals that#he doesn't think about anything in a 'sexual' or 'romantic' way because if he does he would become obsessed with that person and that would#break his mind away from his goals and his enemies that are in the way of his goals yk? and he can't have that because he's gotta be king#idk i just felt the need to explain that because i truly don't see luffy getting into a standard romantic relationship until#after he's the pirate king#so something like this i feel is more likely for luffy because it's not really a romantic relationship it's more of a companionship#they just find comfort in each other and when you're out at sea and your friends are constantly in giant battles and#people you love are getting hurt and emotions are high then when your comfortable around someone it can become your 'happy place'#and we all know luffy's love languages are touch and quality time so this is perfect for him#but who knows maybe that's just my aroace ass talking#rant over
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Idk who needs to hear this but time and time again isn't over!!!
Webtoon removed the "time and time again will return!!!" Banner and I don't know why, but it's not over!!! There's still another 1/3 of the comic to go! There's a lot more stuff that I'm working on and it'll be coming back soon!
Please be patient with me, I know it's been a long time... But the stuff I'm making is really good and there's a lot of reasons it's taken this long. I promise I want it back more than anyone.
I'm trying to come back around the end of October. I'm doing my best to get everything ready in time, so no promises, but I'm on track to do so! I'm just one person writing and drawing everything, and my editor was fired so I'm not even getting any notes anymore. It's literally just me. I'm doing my best I promise!
#im so frustrated that banner has been gone#and people think the comic is over because of that#which is reasonable to think#but it... idk#its already an uphill battle to try snd retain audience after a hiatus this long#let alone when webtoon is actively building thr expectation that theres no need to come back...#im so frustrated#every day there is something new with them its so exhausting#this isnt even the thing I've been majorly stressed about this is a fresh new frustration#i feel like they're not just being unhelpful#at this point i feel like theyre actively sabotaging my career.#im not allowed to promote my books#i can't make my links too big so no one can find me#people dont even know i have a patreon#i can't make any announcements on the comic#and now people think th whole thing is over and it isnt!#im so ;_;#im so frustrated and demoralized#and people complete reasonably are losing patience and interest#and. ah... it's fine. like genuinely it is fine.#it will come back soon and i am doing a good job#and everyone who sees it's back will be happy with what ive done#cause it's good. its really good...#but. yeah. idk. webtoon has been actively keeping me down since the beginning and im so over them#I've been so mistreated aysudjejjdjdjdj#i just want to finish the series and go ;_;#taking all my power to not **** ******#just gotta power through and get the fuck out#text post#update
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