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Sun, Moon, and Lodun
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Destress sketch I prolly wont finish, but I'll share it anyway
#warframe#warframe drifter#Just waiting for medical results#(not mine)#and anxiety disorder is disordering ig#but rake brushes??? are incredible for lighting#i never would have guessed#theyre super relaxing to use#Also I bet the drifter enjoys duviri now because he can actually fight back#he's no longer on his own#hes got SWORDS
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thinking really hard
#his love is pure and profound but he’s also just really horny….#this is part of a longer comic but it kinda stands on its own at any point post-bunker#supernatural#castiel#dean winchester#deancas#destiel#my art#my comics
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thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life
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#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fushiguro megumi#yuji itadori#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#itadori yuuji#megumi#yuuji#middle one FOUGHT oh my god#angle/arm position/watering can/expression NONE of it wld go right#took 2 hours to get the lines only to realize upon laying down flats that it was still Completely off#so i took a break to bake an entire cake came back n finally it started cooperating#tbh idk if im still shaking off ytd's weird funk or what but this took ages longer than it should have#but its ok bc florist/botanist/general plant nerd megu is free serotonin 2 me#i could not decide on one apron 2 give him#but then i remembered he is th type 2 take his hobby Very seriously of course he would own multiple#looks at the hydrangeas listen . listen I Know i ws bemoaning having 2 draw so many cursing their name etc etc#but u dont understand he had to be holding one he just had to. he told me so. he held a gun 2 my head and said U Know What To Do#and i said ok ok ok ok#there r only 2 i survived#and i wld do anything fr him as we well know . cuffs his jeans puts leaves in his hair <3#jjk may have given me trust issues depression anxiety etc but it Also gave me flowerboy megu and i think that balances it out :)#edit added the bonus here bc reblogs dont show up in the main tags enjoy itfs gross flirting mwah <3
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mourning black and the death of ideals
#i haven't moved on from this yet. btw. i'm still here#finally decided to draw the thought i've been ruminating over for days on end bc it's like a parasite eating away my brain#stated this on the initial post i made days ago but there's just smt so gut wrenching and sickening#about how dazai will have worn black exactly twice in his life: once as a member of the mafia and now at kunikida's funeral#a color that initially signified devotion to the mafia and his demon prodigy alias now signifies his grief#him having to wear black again at the funeral of another doomed fatalist who chose his heart over his survival. his own partner.#kunikida's death being so reminiscent of the tragedy that initially caused him to defect and flee#and everything tying together full circle and effectively breaking him#asagiri rly said fuck knkdz it's doppover we lost gang 😭😭😭#why did bro leave that fucking notebook behind#fool. do you know that angst potential you have left me to work with?#love never won in bsd. it lay dead and festering#i don't know how much longer i can keep saying i miss them. i'm going to kill myself if he doesn't come back#i've never wanted something to be death bait so desperately#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#kunikidazai#knkdz#kunizai#(??? technically. its implied anyway)#lotus draws
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Welcome (back) to the world!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#wen ning#wen qing#a-yuan#It's been a while since I had back to back updates! Luckily I had a bit of extra time this week to do thumbnails!#I knew I wanted to have a comic dedicated to this very emotional scene (He's back! The boy is back!).#However. Was this tender moment also derailed by my realization that throughout all these tender tears of joy...#...LWJ was standing there silently. He had no prior relationship to Wen Ning besides the fact WWX knew him.#Meanwhile everyone is having *so* many emotions over him reassuming his consciousness.#Audio formats are so fun when moments like this happen. You can very easily forget that LWJ is in the scene. Silent. Dying of awkwardness.#But this isn't just about him! Our beautiful boy returns!#No longer is he this physical reminder of broken promises! No longer is he forced into acts of violence her abhorred when he was alive!#This is the kindness of necromancy - of truly bringing someone back.#But we all know there is always a cost. No one comes back the same after dying.#Even if you were perfectly put back together - you died! Wen Ning was tortured to death! He was never going to be the same gentle boy again#And dear god I love how he parellels WWX's own death and rebirth. Not once but *twice*.#Of coming back from death but colder and resentful. And then coming back from a second death ready to heal and move forward.#They are both creatures of violent change who still choose kindness when they can.#MXTX keeps on cooking with the parallels and I am overwhelmed at the buffet.
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there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love
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My internal cheer when I saw Telemachus decked out in Athena's cape & helmet was so loud I'm surprised my internal organs are still intact.
And then I had this mental image of Athena rushing out of Apollo's infirmary & arriving at the palace in time to see Ody (the monster rawr rawr rawr) killing the suitors. So she swoops to Telemachus just as he returns, magics him into her armor & cape, hands him a spear, chop-chop, I dub thee Little Wolf & Warrior of the Mind now go do some father-son bonding via murder.
#epic the musical#epic the ithaca saga#telemachus#athena#I'M SO PROUD OF THE LITTLE WOLF!!#no srsly first time around he barely held his own against antinous alone#and let's assume directly after that athena did GG meaning she could no longer train him#then he comes back & IMMEDIATELY rushes in to fight MULTIPLE opponents and actually HOLDS HIS OWN for a while#you can't tell me he didn't take a level in badass#mostly on his own no less#now i'm imagining ares in athena's place for WP!AU LOL#equivalent of him decking tele out in hot topic before sending her off to slay. literally.
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#Izuru Kamukura#an art#Hajime hinata#Somewhere in the middle stage between the two. a wip....#He would be so confused & frustrated thinking back to all the time where he easily could've left on his own. He just didn't really want to#No longer crossed his mind to try to escape. Not his fault ofc but
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Eddie obviously knows how to sew (hes not only dirt-poor living off of a single consistent paycheck and whatever he earns selling drugs, but hes also a punk- theres no way he DOESNT know how to sew), but steve most definitely does. not. one of his shirts get a hole and he throws it out.
When eddie first witnesses this, hes fucking MORTIFIED and ends up digging a t-shirt out of the trash and sewing the hole closed and fixing the loose stitching on the hem and gives steve a lecture about not wasting fabric and money.
And from then on, steve just shows up at the munson household every now and then with various clothes in his arms, asking eddie to fix them for him.
#the thing is- nancy also knows how to sew#her mom taught her how to do a few basic stitches so she could adjust her clothing sizes and make her cute clothes last longer#(and maybe add some extra like- ruffles or bows or lace or POCKETS if she wants to)#its just nance never brought it up#instead shes off in a corner helping robin sew a new patch on her femme-bait jean jacket and fixing a badly placed hole in her jeans#eddie tries to keep his mending discreet on steve's clothes cause hes hyper-aware of making King Steve look “uncool"#even though his mending on his own clothes is incredibly visible#nancy naturally tries to make her mending invisible cause thats how she was taught but robin asks her to use funky colors or obvious patche#(robin's mom tried to teach her how to sew but her fine motor skills are BAAADD- she can barely hold a needle and she kept stabbing herself#🪲#stranger things eddie munson#stranger things fandom#stranger things#stranger things hcs#stranger things netflix#eddie the freak munson#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie the banished#eddie x steve#steve x eddie#robin buckley#character headcanons#stranger things headcanons#stranger things hc#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson hcs#steve harrington#steddie#steddie headcanon
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The Consequences
The comforting ticking of clocks fills the air, Danny cannot help himself but look at the many gigantic gears working in tandem each time that he pays Clockwork’s tower a visit.
“Alright, I’m here” Danny waves the green post it note around.
“Good,” Clockwork appears and gestures to an open door, “there is something I wish to show you, come”
Danny follows Clockwork into the room that appears to be an infinitely stretching hallway both left and right from him with the two of them in what he must assume must be the middle.
The young ghost takes a moment to process this and comes to the conclusion that this is just typical Infinite Realms ghost bullshit because clearly, logically, this is impossible.
There is a line on the hallway wall.
“Okay, what am I looking at”
“Time”
Danny takes a long deep breath of air before exaggeratingly rolling his eyes and giving Clockwork bombastic side eye, which the guy very rudely ignores.
“can you please be a little less vague Clockwork…”
the older ghost who has shifted into the appearance of a child grins at him, “very well, this line represents here, you could say it’s ‘my’ time.” a line which would sound ominous as hell if it were said by anyone other than the Ancient of Time itself.
“Did you call me here to tell me more about yourself” Danny quickly looks from Clockwork to the very important line and then quickly back to Clockwork “is this a bonding thing, are we ghost bonding? Do you show this to all your favorite ghosts?”
“Daniel” Clockwork has shifted to his elderly form.
Danny rubs the back of his neck, "It's really cool- in a way. I kinda do feel like there is more to it though.” It’s also a little underwhelming, just a infinitely stretching dark grey stone hallway with a line on the wall, He’d expect Clockworks time to be… well… okay, so he’s got no clue what he was expecting Clockwork’s time to look like but it wasn’t this.
One thing is for sure though, Danny is no longer thinking about touching the Time Line.
“you would be correct,” Clockwork has shifted to his adult form, “let’s get back on track, the reason why I am showing you this is this discoloration over here” Clockwork gestures where to look with his staff.
“the blackish bit?”
“Correct, this is what I like to call missing time” Clockwork huffs, “I used to not mind it, but times have changed” he’s got the young king to be to worry about now.
Danny is somewhat startled while taking a closer look at the small black bit of the time line, “you’re missing time!? … please do not ask me to go find it for you”
Clockwork chuckles, “no there is no need, I know quite well where it is.” then it’s not actually missing is it?
“alright uh… I’ll just ask- What happens when you’re missing time, do you just… black out? orrrr, like, just what’s going on here”
Child Clockwork starts to explain, “During that period the Infinite Realms will move without me.”
Adult Clockwork continues, “from what I have learned of these events in the past it’s safe to say something will soon happen in this section of the realms, something big and dangerous, the tower is protected against these events- by going into a form of stasis.”
Elderly Clockwork finishes, “like I said, in the past this was of no concern of mine, the tower functions as intended, preserving me and time itself as it should, but I worry for you Daniel.”
“I’ve called you here to warn you, mayhap you could find out what this danger is, not to prevent it, but to ensure you yourself will not get hurt.” preventing it is sadly no longer possible. with the dark coloration on the wall the event happening is all but set in stone.
“can’t you look forward to see what it is? or maybe give me a hint or something?”
“sadly not, for me the time is wholly missing, in the sense that it will happen, and so in a way has already happened, which means-” Danny quickly waves his arm around to prevent Clockwork from going into a time tangent and give him a legendary headache, “-which means you will not be able to help me now, or during, or after. I understand.” the boy then sighs, “I’ll look into it I guess”
“Be careful” Clockwork says gravely in his adult form.
Danny nods, and deep in his core he can feel the unspoken please.
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The young halfa really does try to figure out what might happen, what might be wrong, but it is incredibly hard when you have no clues what so ever.
Time passes, life goes on as usual- as it always does.
And then it starts.
Ripples go through the realms, an oppressive pressure building up. minor shades and blob ghosts scatter darting in every direction as long as it’s away from the perceived threat.
Not long after that there is strange crackling and rumbling, artifacts start behaving weirdly, powering up rapidly.
Walker’s prison becomes a fortress that he’s quickly losing control over locking everything and anything down tight.
Both Skulker’s and Undergrowth’s domains life grows rapidly. And although Undergrowth doesn’t mind Skulker certainly does, his jungle is his hunting playground, not the other way around! And that wouldn’t even be that much of a problem if his suit wasn’t completely on the fritz.
Desiree hides herself away deeply in her haunt, frightful of her own powers going absolutely haywire with every wish she grants, usually she enjoys the chaos- but this is rapidly getting out of hand.
Clockwork manages to catch Pariah’s keep going into its own magical automated lockdown before his tower does the same in its own way.
More and more ghosts decide to evacuate away from this corner of the realms, opting to temporarily stay somewhere else and return once whatever this mess is is over.
While all that is going on in the realms outside in the realm of the living Danny still has no clue what’s going on but his powers are freaking out more and more and he’s very glad that there are no ghost attacks because he’s not sure what will happen if he actually has to put some power in his abilities.
For now he’s simply not using them, instead deciding that while this is going on he’s just a regular living human boy with no special gifts, and you know, maybe it’ll all just blow over on its own and settle down.
So far any attempts on Team Phantom’s end to figure out what the hell is going on in the realms has led to nothing. They can obviously detect the surges of power slamming through the zone but they can’t find the origin.
The best they have got so far is that whatever it is has something to do with leylines. a suggestion brought up by Sam after Tucker mapped out some of the ripples and Sam recognized some of the shapes from her occult witchy books.
This sadly didn’t answer much and honestly only made Danny go, “This better not be some culty bullshit then”
and Tucker hissing, “bro don’t jinx it!”
When it all comes to a head it was just a normal average school day. After hearing them all out Jazz decided that the best course of action was to lock the doors of the portal just in case, and look further into ley lines later that day.
English class had a little outing planned, the whole class went on a short trip out of the city and into the forest for a special assignment.
Mr Lancer told them to find a scenery there that would inspire them, take a picture, and then write three pieces about it of various word counts, this was to teach them about word use and what not. Just regular shit, Danny wasn’t paying that much attention.
while trudging around in the woods, trying to avoid Dash and Kwan and find something to photograph does he feel it. It’s like his entire skeleton freezes over, a thin layer of frost over his entire insides that shatters right after.
Tucker yelps, “Danny what the hell was that!?”
Danny slaps his hands over his mouth, “I think that was my ghost sense? but like insane?”
“what”
Then a small portal opens and a tiny green blur speeds out and crashes right into Danny’s chest.
Danny can’t help but catch whatever it is and he quickly identifies it as Cujo when he can take a proper look.
The poor thing is shivering and whining and abrasions on his paws quickly clue the gang in that the little dog is hurt.
“Jezus, what happened to him?” asks Sam looking worried for the little guy.
Cujo whines and burrows down Danny’s jacket and into Danny's shirt, by now the A listers as well as Valerie have noticed something weird is going on.
once Valerie recognizes the puppy butt going down Danny’s shirt does she shout, “that vile beast! Let me at them! Don’t worry Danny I have something that will deal with that thing real fast, just stand still!”
Sam immediately jumps in front of Danny to shield him and Cujo.
“Uhm, that’s a puppy,” says Paulina derisively while Star next to her starts to coo as Cujo’s small head pops up from Danny’s neckline, snuggled in fully and clearly content to be and stay right where he is.
"Sooooo cute!” Star just wants to snuggle it, if only all ghosts were adorable little animals, then the whole ghost thing all the time wouldn’t be nearly so annoying.
“That thing is evil,” Valerie fumes.
“It’s a fucking puppy, Gray. What the hell is your damage” Paulina and Valerie viciously verbally tear into each other and Sam hates to admit it but she’s really glad for Paulina’s redirection of Val’s ire.
because she’s right, Cujo is just a puppy.
Mr. Lancer shows up noticing the commotion and increasing volume of Valerie and Paulina’s now borderline screaming match to put an end to all that.
And it’s right then, right when everyone is fully distracted that a flash happens in the distance quickly followed by a tremor through that they can feel in the ground.
Then the sound reaches them, a loud boom and right after dark clouds quickly rise up in the distance where the flash originated.
All of it happens incredibly fast but right after Mr. Lancer wastes no time to round them all up and head back to the meeting point
“Holy shit that came from Amity”
“Did the town blow up?!”
“I’m texting my parents”
"Hi? mom? Are you okay? yeah? what the fuck happened!?”
dread pools in Danny’s stomach, it grows heavier as he gets no response, it does not lift even slightly through Mr. Lancer’s general reassurances to the whole class, holding Cujo tightly to his chest helps a little, but the frantic feeling keeps surging through his body as the whole class gets into the bus to head back home.
Back in Amity it’s just chaos, police sirens, fire fighters, people out on the street, for once there are no ghost warnings blaring and it’s all the stranger for it, all the more worrying.
This isn’t a ghost attack, this is a normal explosion, and it’s so much worse because of it.
Everyone is used to ghost attacks, they aren’t used to normal explosions.
Once back in Amity things get a bit blurry for Danny, he vaguely remembers school, there was a lot of rushing of people, he vividly remembers constantly trying to contact his parents and Jazz and being incredibly worried and frustrated that they aren’t responding to anything.
He very clearly remembers that Mr. Lancer was there through all of it, when everyone else got picked up, Danny remembers both Sam and Tucker not wanting to leave him and go with their parents, but he’d… well there wasn’t really…
things stopped making sense when the police showed up specifically for him.
After that it was all just one big dark smear.
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The street is pulverized, his house and those adjacent to it are reduced to rubble.
The other buildings are badly damaged enough that the people have to be relocated until repairs are completed and they are confirmed to be safe, for the ones closest to the explosion there is a high likelihood that the structural integrity is compromised.
They might need to be torn down as well if that’s the case.
All the windows are smashed in a very wide radius around the initial point of the explosion, overall the scene looks like… like something out of a war documentary.
Danny doesn’t get to see much of that though, he’s put in a meeting room, or office, with some things to snack on and water to drink, both untouched, and Cujo in his lap.
The basement exploded, well, the lab or even more specifically, the portal exploded. But the local authorities don’t know about all that stuff so for them right now it’s just the basement.
And seeing as there is honestly nothing left, it's very possible that they are never going to realize there was a gateway to the realm of the dead under that house in the first place.
His mom and dad are… gone, as well as Jazz, she was most likely upstairs- studying.
Danny swallows and holds Cujo closer, nobody has bothered him about the ghost dog, everyone is just treating the little guy like a regular dog, Danny would appreciate it if he wasn’t completely numb.
He’s trying very hard to just keep it all together and not start spiraling cause this is all very painfully familiar, explosion, death, they are contacting Vlad, it’s taking really long.
But from this point forward he’s going to have to do everything in his power to not slip, this is it. He can’t afford- Cause Clockwork isn’t availa- is that it?
Is all this caused by the mess in the realms!?
Now Danny has to fight the thoughts that he should have done more, taken it more seriously, researched harder, he’d gotten an on time proper and clear warning for fucks sake! Why didn’t he- Why didn’t he-!?
But he did didn’t he? There was basically nothing to go off of, he tried really hard with the tools that he had and he had been making progress, it just wasn’t enough, he didn’t- couldn’t figure it out on time, and-
Why is it taking so damn long to contact Vlad and get this nightmare fully going he wants out of this room it’s getting suffocating!
The door opens, the nice sounding lady regretfully informs him that there seems to be more bad news, she brings it very gently and carefully, most likely trying to not re traumatize him again.
But it comes down to this, Vlad’s estate has blown up as well and nobody knows where he is, they haven’t found, ahem, him yet.
Danny swallows, that’s not how this is supposed to go.
“You think Vlad is dead?” he stammers out.
“We-” she starts clearly thinking very hard about how to word this, “Right now he’s considered missing, I’m afraid that any attempts to reach him hasn’t been answered but search and rescue-”
Danny blinks, he knows Vlad’s phone just has reception in the zone, and something as a portal explosion wouldn’t take him out, the guy should be chomping at the bit to come and get him. So he’s… incapacitated.
“-however, in the meantime the Foley’s have generously accepted to temporarily take you in, I have heard you are good friends with their son Tucker so-”
Danny perks up a little, and Cujo sleepily snuffles before settling in again, “that sounds good, as much as anything can sound good right about now”
The lady tries to hide her wince and gives him a pitying smile instead, both suck.
The next thing Danny knows he’s wrapped up in a tight hug by his best friend.
“You’ll get through this man, we’re here for you, Sam is in spirit here with us right now, if you’re very quiet you can hear her furious yelling at her parents to let her go so she can hug you too”
Danny gives him a watery laugh, “thanks, I just- fuck”
“yeah… yeah”
it’s bad, but it’s not like that time with Nasty Burger, he’s still got Sam and Tucker, Mr. Lancer too, who is certainly not stopping checking in with Danny either.
And Vlad is missing.
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The zone is a mess, it’s also devoid of life, more than usual, devoid of unlife might be a better way to put it?
Suddenly tracing the point where this mess came from is a lot easier, Sam came with the idea that the one or ones or thing or whatever that started all this probably did something to hide what they were doing.
They go past Clockworks tower, still encased in a perfect time still bubble, seeing none of the outer gears move even an inch is rather unnerving.
eventually they reach a gigantic neon green flaming crack in reality, or at least that’s what it looks like.
with Cujo’s aid they move back into the living world somewhat to the right of the reality tear.
It turns out that on the living side of things the tear is a big erupting neon green magma spewing volcano.
By Danny’s estimates the green is ecto adjacent but feels horrible wrong.
“so this volcano was connected to the realms somehow and when it erupted…” Sam shivers, “so natural disaster?”
Tucker looks from his PDA trying to make sense of the ecto energy readings and the still spewing volcano, “there is no seismic activity here, that volcano was dead, something triggered it”
“or someone” hisses Danny, “I’ll have a closer look around as Phantom, do not hesitate to contact me if you see someone or something”
Sam and Tucker both agree and Danny transforms and heads into the volcano.
the place is… weird, there are ruins, and some ritualistic areas, there is a huge mostly destroyed pool where new debris occasionally still falls into, causing a new explosion, Danny takes a few samples of the stuff in the pool to investigate later, cause even though it’s the same toxic green it’s clearly different from the stuff the volcano is spewing into the air.
Then he makes a quick sweep through the underground caverns and stumbles upon a sight he was not expecting.
Unconscious Vlad. Though upon closer inspection it’s revealed to Danny he’s very cold and stiff, so properly dead Vlad.
The idea is… ridiculous.
So is that it then? Vlad found some neat new place to fuck around with shit he shouldn’t and he found out in the most explosive way possible, and now there is some manner of ecto volcano or whatever, though probably not cause it just doesn’t feel like ecto… But anyway it all exploded in Vlad’s face and he died and caused another Pariah Dark level event through the Realms and somehow managed to also kill Danny’s parents and Jazz while he was at it.
Danny lifts Vlad’s corpse up and takes him with him to Sam and Tucker. Whatever happened down there happened, but Vlad’s corpse doesn’t deserve to just be left there to rot, just like Danny’s parents and Jazz, he didn’t deserve to die (fully).
Sam and Tucker startle violently when he carefully lays his body down nearby.
“Ancients! is he-” Sam takes a hesitating step forward
“I don’t sense anything from him anymore, like, there is supposed to be something there and there just isn’t so…”
“fucking hell” Tucker wipes a head over his face, “can we- I would really like to go home now, I think I’ve gotten enough of this place”
The trio agrees and after some back and forth they have decided that Danny will put Vlad’s corpse in a not yet combed through section of his estate. Search and rescue will find his body, and then… uhhh…
“I worry about everything after that when we get there, alright?” Danny says, and that’s that.
It feels… wrong, but none of them can come up with a better plan so…
It’s not long the next day that the same nice lady contacts Danny about Vlad.
Danny was expecting that.
What he wasn’t expecting was that eventually in that conversation a whole new bomb got dropped on him.
Because apparently Vlad has registered him as his heir, as in like heir to Dalv.co
And heir to a lot of money.
Time passes, the world is in magical chaos, the Justice League is solving it. Danny isn’t involved in any of it.
He just had a funeral and is now looking at the graves of his parents and his sister, and a little bit over there is Vlad.
Cujo is still with him, the little guy seems to have decided that he’s just not going anywhere without Danny so he has a dog now, he’s always wanted a dog.
There is a man a respectful distance behind him, apparently that’s Vlad’s butler, his butler now, since when did Vlad have a butler? Danny cannot remember there being a butler the last time he was forced to go to Vlad’s creepy mansion.
It’s starting to rain.
“Master Daniel,” oh no, he’s going to have to put an end to that right away.
Danny turns and takes a step to the guy, “please call me Danny”
“time stop”
Danny startles as everything around him stops moving, rain drops freezing in place.
The butler in front of him now looks a lot like Clockwork.
“First I want to give you my condolences, I am very sorry for your loss Danny” Clockwork looks well and truly remorseful, he’s genuine. There is a tiny part of Danny that instantly wants to rage and scream at him about the unfairness of it all. But Clockwork cannot do anything, not this time.
“And secondly,” he changes back into the very regular human butler appearance, “I’ll be around to aid you along this new path”
Danny blinks.
oh, well, okay then.
Clockwork introduces himself as Conrad W. Kronus and makes it very clear that to everyone that matters he’s always existed.
There will be no need to worry about any paperwork or whatever, from here on out Danny will get to stay at the other estate Vlad got in Amity so he could do his Major work more easily and he’ll get to live there with his butler and his dog.
That way he can finish school in Amity Park comfortably.
There is of course still the matter of Dalv.co to worry about but Clockwork reassures him that he doesn’t have to think about any of that just yet and to focus on grieving properly instead.
He says all that while driving them home in one of Vlad’s fancy cars, Danny didn’t think the old ghost would know how to drive at all…
It’s when they arrive and Cujo jumps out of his arms to explore his new home while Clockwork goes about his own maybe butlery duties while Danny kind of just stands in the main living room that a sudden realization comes to him.
“oh- this is… I’m like Bruce Wayne now”
#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#batman#dp clockwork#tucker foley#sam manson#lazarus planet#savwrites#this is longer than I intended#after I wrote the soul sight Danny post I couldn't really let the whole thing about Lazarus Planet go#so you could say that in a sense this is a prequel to that#but it can also be read independently if you aren't a fan of Demon Twins#For anyone wondering what exactly happened to Vlad#He got approached by Ra's mom#aka Ruh#he teamed up with her for power reasons#and like a bunch of other evil adjacent magic users got eventually betrayed#and his juice was stolen and put in the shiny helmet of magic#sadly for Vlad he cannot survive without the ecto stuff#so unlike the other people he died#play stupid games win stupid prices#also it is impossible in his sense for the stuff to get put back into his corpse cause the helmet sorta exploded#and that's what caused the volcano to erupt#which send a shockwave of magic and ecto energy through the gigantic super Lazarus pit underneath the volcano#and that eventually reached the Fenton portal and Vlad's own personal portal#who then exploded
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The Narrator's perspective only gets more horrifying the longer you think about it. Like, imagine being an Echo of yourself—one of many, all made to serve a very particular purpose and knowingly living on borrowed time, if 'living' is even the right word for your current state of pseudo-existence.
You've inherited the mission of a dead man—it's literally the only thing left that you can do before fading, so you sure as hell better believe in it; the alternative would be unbearable. Only you keep failing. With every loop that you don't remember, your lack of agency in this situation becomes starker—you can influence small things, sure, but it becomes increasingly clear that you have no real power, no matter how personally invested you are in the events unfolding in front of you. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to meaningfully engage with the world.
Worse—every loop you're made aware of is another time you've failed, with unimaginable consequences, though you had no control over these previous iterations of yourself and can't even learn from their mistakes. Everyone around you is operating on a shared perception of reality that you are not part of, will never be part of. After a few repetitions, you are, ironically, the least informed person in the room. All you have left to go on is an evidently outdated script. At the same time, everyone else is experiencing a contiguous version of you, comprised of parts that are, in some sense, also you, while at the same time existing at a complete remove from your current perception of self. Whatever you don't know you did—that's you now. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to define your own identity, never mind know what it is.
Even worse—this has trapped you within a stagnant hell of your own creation. Nothing you say or do really matters in terms of your own self (the rest of the world is a separate issue entirely). Anything you've come to believe—say, for totally hypothetical example, that you were wrong actually and your envisioned paradise is really a hell beyond any you had the capacity to envision—has about as much permanence as a drawing in the sand. 'You' will continue, exactly as you were, no matter how much you might like to change your behavior. Every possible future has already been set in stone. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to say anything you haven't already said.
For some reason, no part of any of this has made you feel more comfortable and at peace with the general concept of finality.
The really, truly absolute worst part, though?
There is no one for you to blame but yourself. And that's exactly what turns your story into such a tragedy.
#slay the princess#meta#my meta#slay the princess narrator#stp narrator#stp echo#for the love of god WHAT is his character tag this is a travesty#narrator sweep#natterings#stp posting#this was written as part of another much longer piece of enthusiastic narrator meta#like with screenshots and everything#but this was too good and self-contained NOT to post#in case of the very likely event where i dont finish the full thing#because unlike him i do recognize when im flirting with my own hubris#not that it ever stops me#anyway ask me about the narrator and why hes the most interesting character in stp#who is UNDERAPPRECIATED-- i mean uh#surprisingly overlooked#please there is so much that i could say
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Love that Oppenheimer is a deeply disturbing horror movie about a man forced to accept that he is, in a person, the representative manifestation of mankind’s evil in committing one of the greatest horrors of human history - LITERALLY acting as the modern Prometheus, tormented by his sins for the remainder of time. Knowing that he will never be pitied and his actions will forever be utterly unforgivable because the blood of genocide and the potential of total human annihilation will eternally drip from his hands.
But also the simultaneous indictment by the film that to blame a single person for the Manhattan Project is to refuse to accept your own capacity for great evil if the ends ever seem to justify the means, and the culpability of every member of a species that lets itself create something so unspeakably terrible.
Hate that twitter’s take on such a nuanced and brilliantly handled examination of those issues is “movie bad because protagonist not evil enough.”
#what’s that quote about the problem with othering the enemy in media is that we can no longer see our own reflection in their eyes#oppenheimer’s motivations WERE sympathetic that’s the POINT#we SHOULD feel uncomfortable with our sympathy for him - the film goes out of its way to make us feel uncomfortable about it#we should be uncomfortable with the fact that we might have made the same decisions as him in his place#yes he’s evil but his evilness represents the evil that we might all accept in ourselves#twitter simply cannot handle nuanced takes on things ig (tumblr does though - the posts on here have been surprisingly excellent)#oppenheimer#(tldr - look if you walk out of Oppenheimer thinking it somehow celebrates the man then you may need to retake 9th grade Literature srry)#films
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so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it
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#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#yuji itadori#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fushiita#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#good evening it is past midnight and i am here furthering the itfs scar kissing agenda#stumbled across the insp pic buried in my likes and i went oh this is relevant in the opposite direction :) I Can Use This :)#op has some of my fav itfs fanart ill b so real n tht piece ws swimming around in my brain fr Days#so i told myself today my reward for submitting my zine checkin wld b drawing yuuji kissing megumi's scars#also pls observe. /this/ is what i mean when i say tht megumi receiving affection looks like he is unsure and in mild pain#Does Not Know How To Respond To Affection Even From His Own Boyfriend.png#i LOVE drawing megu with this expression so sosos much the downcast sidelong gaze + furrowed brow.....#its SO good#also idk what i did with his hair here but the render actually turned out so well ?? best megu hair to date every1 pls clap#not 2 mention th shape of yuuji's bangs???? pats self on th back no offense but i am on fire w these boys' hair lately#that being said i decided i did not want to render anything else ddfdfjjghdjgf i got tired#kept the rest flat n took the opportunity to play around w light chromatic abberation on the scars#idk if any1 noticed but i found th retro film filter n used it a bunch on my recent comic#its so convenient it comes w built in noise n everything!!!!!!#anyway . caption is salt fv <333 if u care <333333#i think it is also a megu song but like . a post-canon megu song#i thought this wld take longer bc i was planning on rendering everything so i cracked an energy drink and am tragically awake#shld i start smth new we shall see smile :)
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another series wip. he has to sleep EVERYWHERE
#this will be the death of me but i WILL get it done. my word is good just trust#after i finish the current sketch ill have 6 left to sketch out and then its on to rendering#total creation pd is looking like itll be over two months. which is. insane. longer than the silver video.#hes so cute im pinching his cheeks im tucking him in. sleeping everywhere from his own bed to the middle of the dance floor. what a legend#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#suntails
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cw: sorry for writing more bedroom shenanigans, it will happen again. unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. probably some scientific inaccuracies, except for the inertia bits, that i understand. established relationship things and some light swearing. it's all lighthearted 😇
who needs morning alarms when you're partners with naga!jamil?
the first thing to wake you up is the cold press of his scales against your skin. which is the beginning of the end, sad to say. being part-reptile, of course his instincts bring him to search for the closest heat source. as the warm-blooded one in the relationship, you will make do.
which leads to your current predicament - not the comforting feeling of sleeping in his arms, the upper body situation is all fine and dandy on this side, you like the fabric of his sweater, you (both) deeply crave this kind of skinship, it's all good up here! - his coils are twined around your legs, heavy enough to pin you in place, leaving you vulnerable to the cold of the room. as your eyes crack open, what greets you is the dim blue glow of dawn. of course.
in this world of magic, you'd think they'd have created a kind of blanket that doesn't become utterly useless after several hours of shifting in one's sleep. with your limited movement, you manage to free one arm.
"jamil." you shake his shoulder.
"hmm?"
"can you get up, please? i need to shut off the ac."
to your dismay, he makes a vague sound of protest, curls his arms more protectively around you.
"jamil." he can't seriously be going back to sleep.
"it's still early, and you're all nice and warm..." and wasn't that the twisted miracle of this situation? the fact that you woke up before his alarms?
his languidness has got to be a joke. you've seen him move quicker than a bullet. snakes can haul ass when the situation calls for it. you weigh your options, you could yell 'spider' and risk the consequences of a freshly-awoken-and-panicking jamil.
or you could just freeze. who needs legs? who needs to move? the way his fingers idly stroked against the flesh of your stomach was nice and comforting -
"bullshit, you're also freezing...!" he just liked to see you struggle, didn't he? you try kicking your legs in a last bid to free yourself only for his coils to shift and properly entrap you in their grip.
oh that was unfair, being comprised of mostly muscle and having quick reflexes even when half-asleep. damned naga anatomy.
you heave an exasperated sigh through your nose, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.
jamil's breath fans across the back of your neck. "didn't you want to spend more time together like this?" he asks, faux-dejection creeping into his voice.
the skin of your nape erupts in a flurry of goosebumps, definitely not from the cold. you feel like you're burning, and you're not sure if that's a good thing.
so you decide to roll off the bed and take him down with you.
tagging my fellow jamilnatics: @viperwhispered @twstgo @crystallizsch @jessamine-rose @just-a-little-silly
(if any yall wanna be tagged for future jamil writing, just lmk through the replies. i know in my bones he will strike again)
#dellet-writings#dellet-asides#jamil viper x reader#jamil viper#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#how would actual blankets work for nagas... are they like giant quilts?#or just a big sock for em to wear to bed??#is buying a heat lamp like the only viable option if ur s/o is a giant half-snake??#yes i know he has a body pillow in his room. yes i believe he retires it and makes u his pillow when u get tgt#just wanted to put this out as fast as i could#i know that if it stayed with me for longer it would have bcome a monster[redacted] wip of its own
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i look into your eyes and i— think of the infant from that night
#etm#epic the musical#odysseus#telemachus#tagamemnon#IM JUST DEEPLY OBSESSED WITH ALL THE WAYS ODYSSEUS NO LONGER FITS INTO THE SHAPE OF HIS OLD LIFE ANYMORE#AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND HE THINKS HE'S GETTING IT WRONG BECAUSE HE'S TOO MONSTROUS NOW FOR IT#BUT IT'S JUST THE JAGGED EDGES OF EVERY WOUND HE CARRIES THAT ARE GETTING IN HIS WAY#OF NO FAULT OF HIS OWN. A HEEM HEEM WHIMPER.
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