#honorable mention for dan

[dandp]

The way we've manifested almost every piece of content we've wanted over the past year or so except for when we get convinced we're getting a new day in the life and we whiff so fucking hard every time

[emotoangel]

hi phannies I’ve seen so many tag games on here recently and I love them all so I’m making my own <33

shoutout to all the twitter phannies coming over in the great migration I love u all and hope u bring all the porn we supposedly have bc I personally haven’t seen it and think we could do with more fr 🫶🏼

ANYWAY here are my top 10 favourite movies of all time, pick your favourite no nuance and then tag your faves so they do it too 🧚🏻‍♀️

imo no better way to get to know people than to see what they love fr

tagging @fryday @sparkly-dnp @thighguys @beachcollector @emojackolantern @fromemotoangel @wdapteo @laprasboat and anyone else that wants to do it too !! ✨

[salty-dracon]

half the fun of writing sunday and dan heng interacting in the express is that they're like 70% the same, but in a way that makes them very aware of how similar they are if they're together in one area and there's no narrative tension

they're both protective older brother types, they both adore their family but don't say it very often, they're introverted, they're kind of nerdy, they have hidden power, and if they got trapped in a really silly situation they would hate it immensely.

so like, you can easily imagine march and the trailblazer(s) doing something incomprehensible in march's room (it sounds like they stole the chess board, and now they're holding a wedding between the knights and playfully arguing over which of the bishops should be officiating).

and dan heng's hanging out outside, and he notices sunday also hanging out in the area, and they're both strongly aware of each others' presence, but they're also curious about what the others are doing in march's room, wondering if they need to step in (that argument is getting intense), wondering if the other one is going to step in first, wondering if they'd look weird if they didn't step in first, lowkey wondering if they can join in the fun (can we call it that?), and just generally feeling uncomfortable that the other is standing there until one of them finally opens the damn door

[im-a-little-kit]

my issue is that i can think of about a thousand inappropriate joke questions but none that wont make me die of embarrassment if they answer it

[aliendragondreaming]

my autistic ass when there's a robot character-

[sharknark]

⬇️rant about a really good hengren (reverse renheng) fic i read. link at the bottom give it a whirl

i've never read a fic so well-catered to my tastes before in my life and the best part is that i was so caught off guard by how good it was cuz the tags and summary had me like "right this is some omegaverse-esque, rawr XD mating shit"

but from the very first paragraph i realized it wasn't just ao3-typical possessive mating shit it was (dare i say) IN CHARACTER possessive mating shit. underappreciated dan feng lore is the two hearts shit, duty expects him to smother his own empathy and perform cruelty obediently (and that being in his dragon form literally numbs his empathy towards mortals) but then it's flipped around and he's criticized for being too heartless

there aren't a great many english fics that take advantage of the 'numbed empathy' thing, so this fic using that to explore the toxic codependency that drove dan feng to making yingxing immortal in the first place is so!

dan feng's dragon heart prioritizing it's own indulgence and power, his human heart screaming against it for empathy and restraint, but both hearts united in this possessive adoration of yingxing... dan feng is possessive to the point of harming his partner, forcing them to take his affection, inherently contradictive to the protective impulse to see the other unhurt.

dan feng makes yingxing immortal in a really sketchy operation, despite knowing that yingxing is literally defined by his pride in being a short-life. he wants yingxing to be with him so badly that he does the one thing that would hurt yingxing the most, too blinded by possession, this sickly overbearing affection, to empathetically respect yingxing's death.

yingxing lived cramming every second he could into his craft and his goals precisely because he has so much less time than all the immortal species around him, but when he's forced into immortality, his hands are scarred and ruined past the point of ever crafting again. he suddenly has so much time, all this time he would've cherished as a mortal, but is totally useless to him now that his purpose for living and passion is gone.

so there being a scene in this fic where dan feng is moping "yingxing doesn't wanna fuck because he's glued to his workshop", being followed up with a scene of dan heng fucking blade while kissing his scarred hand and crying that he's "so sorry", yeah no shit asshole, his dragon heart got what it wanted, blade has all the time in the world to fuck and nothing competing for his now limitless attention and no one's happy about it.

as arrogant about being a short-life as yingxing was, it really is compensation for the discrimination he faced for it. other immortals looked down on him, so having dan feng, THE top dog, be so deeply enamored with him stirred his own toxic codependent urges. he was so desperate to have dan feng's eternal regard that he's willing to die for him (as in the sedition), his death being the force cementing his place in dan feng's heart forever.

so the fic having yingxing ruminate on this, that he had hoped for dan feng to love him even centuries after he inevitably died, only for the fic to end with:

yeah yingxing... you left an impression... he made you immortal.... everyone's upset by this

(that's what makes dan heng forgetting blade was ever yingxing to begin with all the more painful because, you went and turned him immortal and when it backfired horrifically you went on and fucking forgot, bitch i'd be pissed to the point of centuries long bloody pursuit of vengeance too.)

here's the fic go read it and leave kudos and a comment, technically porn but i got so invested in the character study that part barely registered. also yeah if you hadn't realized already super dead-dove:

blah blah "renheng is toxic" sorry that's why i like it

[trauma-insence]

Incorrect aftg as more things my professor has said

Neil: **offended** yes, I am aware of what a fursona is

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Wymack: I was worried we would actually be productive today

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Andrew to Neil: You're not a good late night talk show guest

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Wymack: I was born as a 43 year old man

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Matt: how old are you?

Neil: How old do you want me to be?

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Kevin: I’m just sitting here trying to mentally figure out how much time it will take to undo the mental damage you’ve done to us all

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Neil: this is gonna sound stupid because it's coming out of my mouth

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Kevin: You don’t speak in complete sentences and we actually just always assume you have any intelligence.

Seth: He just talks because he has a mouth

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Wymack: Unless you are a pre-linguistic child *points to Neil*

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Wymack: I need to forget everything as soon as i walk out this door or Neil will drive me insane.

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Kevin: I'm trying to do better at using words he understands

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Andrew: I can't stand you

Neil: Me niether!

[ashen--dreams]

star rail characters are absolutely superior. who is gonna top lingsha or black swan or herta. herta... you will literally never find a design better than hertas idc what you tell me

[lollyyon]

Children’s books by AmazingPhilly when

[escapismkidnappedme]

Things I've learned about the phandom post-hiatus :

1) Most of us watched them growing up and have since discovered our own queerness

2) Anything they do nowadays would've put teen!us in a coma

3) No one can cope with that one photo of blonde Phil

4) No one can cope with Sister Daniel

[cat-clawz]

If they post something unhinged on the 19th I'm Dan and Billing them for the heart attack I'll have

[blondephil]

Ask game to tag for phan!

What are your top three dan and phil games videos and why?

i love this but i’m gonna be so fr i’m awful at ranking things & i cannot remember what happened in a given video ever. so this is gonna be post-hiatus since those are fresher in my mind. and also in no particular order.

1) halloween baking because well. yknow. it gave me almost the same heart palpitations basically i’m gay did. and i’ve never seen phil lose it that bad. incredible content 10/10.

2) incohearant. absolute chaos. dan calling phil out for being a power bottom. anal fisting. etc. cannot be matched.

3) maybe the first heart throb back from hiatus? an iconic way to kick off a new era. went from glass closet playing in 2018 to smashed closet in 2024.

[lilias42]

fav character tag game 🌷🌙

Règles : faites un sondage auprès de vos cinq personnages préférés de tous les temps et voyez qui est le favori parmi vos abonnés !

Taggué par @ladyniniane ! Merci pour le défi !

Et pour le retour de tag... je dirais @mwezina , @randomnameless et n'importe qui passant et voulant tenter l'exercice !

[salty-dracon]

i can't be the only one left.

!! HEAVY SPOILERS FOR HSR 3.0 !!

genre: angst (?), sfw, entirely platonic/familial.

content warnings: angst. complicated feelings. some mentions of food. march basically catches a cold for most of it. no reader insert but i got both of the baseballers in there

summary: after watching his friends disappear one by one, sunday grapples with the feeling of being the only one left.

AN: when 3.0 came out i was very sick with the flu, so if you're wondering why march is written like that, now you know. + i am very proud of "it's like that electron thing".

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It's been three system hours.

The lights dance in the air around Amphoreus like an infinite aurora. Its loops swing this way and that, while the planet sits, a stationary force, at the center of it all.

It's fascinating.

Sunday could live a lifetime on his home planet and never meet everyone, whether they came from his own world or others. And here was another planet. If there were more people on the planet, there were even more people to meet- or never meet. How many more planets were out there? How many more civilizations? How many people like him wondered about people from worlds beyond their own?

It's been three system hours. Why haven't they contacted us?

He supported March's ailing body as they gazed out the window, watching the detached train car surrender itself to the pull of gravity, falling into the little black dot. Then, he helped her back to bed.

"Mr. Yang, how long should it be before they make contact?" he asked.

"Hmm, about an hour, give or take," was the reply. "It could take longer. Just sit tight. They'll contact us soon."

Three hours. Three hours. Three hours.

"Are you worried about them?"

He glanced up. A familiar violet-clad woman was sitting on the couch, sipping tea.

He questioned how to reply to her. "Of course I'm worried!" he wanted to say. However, if this conversation were a game of poker, he'd practically be showing the opponent his hand- and he knew better than to do that in front of Ms. Black Swan. Yet there was also no need to tell a white lie to spare her feelings. She would not care for deception.

"I'm just wondering if they will really be alright," he finally said. "Erudition. Remembrance. And one other Path unknown even to you." He continued to watch the auroras dance. "One can't help but worry for one's companions."

"Thank you for being honest with me." She stood up and walked away. "I'll ask Himeko for a status report. I doubt we'll have cause to worry much longer."

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Six hours.

"Ms. March, may I come in?"

"Come in."

A weaker-sounding voice than he anticipated. He opened the door, finding the tired-eyed girl smiling back at him. She'd cocooned her blankets around her body to keep herself warm.

"How are you feeling?"

"Not much better."

"It's almost time for dinner. Shall I prepare you something?" He wracked his brain for ideas on what to make. Soup was good for a sick patient, right? And Welt said fluid intake was important. "Tomato soup and fresh bread? Shall I get you some water as well? Do you need a fever pill? I can bring you another blanket."

"Don't worry." March shook her head. "Hey, how are the twins and Dan Heng? Have they texted you yet?"

"No, not yet." Sunday checked his phone for good measure. "They still haven't contacted us."

"Maybe I should do their dailies while they're out." March turned her head. "Yeah, might as well. Hey, give me their tablets, they're on the computer table."

"The tablets? As in, more than one?"

"Yeah, the two identical ones."

"They bought identical tablets?"

"Yeah, it's inconvenient."

No point in questioning it.

Sunday waited, sitting on March's chair while she fiddled around with the tablets. He faced the wall, away from her.

I can always tell.

He wasn't looking at her, but he was good at reading people.

It's not magic. It's just observation. It's as simple as knowing that two is less than three.

Ms. March, you're not getting better.

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Eight hours since they left. Nothing. Still nothing.

He had convinced March to eat dinner before she fell asleep.

Robin was never that stubborn when she was sick. Food always tasted like nothing to her when she had a cold, making it hard for her to eat. She never really wanted to. But she would eat anyway, after a long lecture from Mr. Gopher Wood about how the body needs energy to recuperate from illness. He'd done the same, following his instruction. Surely a human(?) body like March's was not that different from a Halovian body in that respect. He'd even checked in with Mr. Yang about it. And he'd also prepared a cup of herbal tea as an accompaniment, if only to cheer her up.

March hummed with delight when she sipped her first few drops of warm soup. But she ate slowly. He insisted on making sure she finished every last drop until she scolded him, and then he left. When he came back an hour later, her tray was sitting by her bed, and her eyes were drifting shut.

"Was that enough food?" he asked. "Do you want more tea?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Of course I'm going to worry, Ms. March."

"Hey, did they text you?"

He shook his head. "I've heard nothing."

March's face fell. "I was hoping they'd text you back soon."

He tried sending a text, in view of March. Are you okay?

The message failed to send.

"That's a bummer." March sighed. "I'm going to go to sleep now, okay? See you in the morning."

"Good night, Ms. March."

On the way out, he bumped into Mr. Yang.

"Still nothing." Mr. Yang crossed his arms. "This sort of thing has happened before, as I'm sure you're aware. The Nameless are resilient, and we shouldn't assume the worst just because we aren't able to contact each other." He paused. "That being said, these are extenuating circumstances, and if we aren't contacted by morning, system time, I'm considering making a trip to visit someone who can help. Would you be willing to come with me?"

"Of course!"

His reasons for joining the trip were threefold. First, as a companion to the Nameless, it was customary to show excitement when traveling to unseen places. Second, he could use the distraction from his anxiety regarding March. And third, he desperately felt it- an aching need within his body- to do something to help out.

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Eighteen hours since Dan Heng and the twins landed on Amphoreus.

Sunday knew. He'd been counting the hours.

The little golden notes flitted around his head as he tried to focus on getting some rest. As he drifted in and out of sleep, they drifted in and out of existence.

What if they don't come back?

He shook his head. They would. They had survived much more terrifying things than this. The twins were unstoppable, their determination unshakeable. Dan Heng was also a force of nature in his own right.

It was funny.

A pair of twins housing a seed of disaster, which hopped between them both at lightning speed. "It's like that electron thing," they'd say, pointing at each other. He was never really sure if they were joking.

There was the reincarnation of a powerful being with a form of semi-immortality, cursed by a crime from his past life and forced on the run. He slept on the floor of a library. It was the happiest he'd ever felt.

And the mysterious, ice-wielding girl who hid something dark. He'd seen it. He could not speak of it. Whatever it was felt like cosmic needles stitching his mouth shut.

Then there was the black hole-wielding man from a world beyond his own. A world beyond worlds. And the stargazing engineer, who repaired this cosmic craft and now served as its master, the newest author of its journey.

Such strange, unordinary people, and they still all ate dinner together. Still annoyed each other with hastily-adopted pets and dad jokes and loud pop music over speakers. Still laughed together, still cried together. Still fell asleep in a pile on the couch after binge-watching old movies.

What would happen to that happy family if one of them didn't come back? If three of them didn't come back?

Do I want to think about it?

He was ready when Welt opened the door. He was ready two hours ago.

He'd checked on March. She hadn't woken, hadn't stirred. She breathed- he checked and double-checked to make sure her chest rose and fell. He held her hand. It was cold and clammy. He wondered if he should give her another blanket. He considered shifting her body, lying her on her back. Maybe he should pour her some water?

And they still hadn't texted. March wouldn't wake up, and they still hadn't texted.

"Himeko and I will take care of March," Black Swan said. "You and Mr. Yang should go to find your answers."

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Twenty-one hours now. The strange woman in the witch hat watches him curiously.

"What... do you mean?" Sunday's voice breaks as he tries to comprehend Himeko's words.

"Her body froze over. It's her Six-Phased Ice, that's all I can tell. She's alive, she's breathing. I spilled a tray on the floor, Pom-Pom and I are cleaning it up now, and I'm having Black Swan monitor her condition. I can't tell when she was last awake. Did you get anything from Herta? Can we contact the twins and Dan Heng?"

"She's working on it," Mr. Yang says. "We need a plan of action first. Panicking about the situation won't help."

"I have to go back to March." Sunday puts down his phone. "You told me, when you found her, she was frozen over. This could be the product of a subconscious reaction to the planet or some other force. We need to do something."

"Is it okay if I let him return to the Express? He's clearly worried about Ms. March, and I'd hate to keep him here." Welt asks the woman he was consulting. After receiving the assent from Herta, Sunday leaves the space station.

---

Twenty-two hours.

She won't wake up.

The ice is growing thicker by the minute. It's crawling up her arms. She won't stir. Her eyes are still locked in slumber, like the princess trapped in the glass coffin.

Wake up, Ms. March.

What was in your head that did this to you?

Wake up, Ms. March. Who ever heard of a strong, brave girl like you meeting an end where she was frozen over in her sleep? She'll melt, and he'll watch, hoping the stare is enough to deter the ice from freezing over again. She'll wake up, complain about it, grumble about it, and laugh about it. Everything will be okay. It has to be. She'll scold the others, tell them to never bring it up again. She'll cry in private, quietly hoping someone is nearby to comfort her. And other than that, it will be fine.

He is reluctant to leave her side again and again. But he has to distract himself. He runs to the kitchen and prepares two cups of herbal tea. He settles himself in her computer chair, sipping one cup while the other sits nearby.

Smell is the strongest sense in the human body. She'll smell the tea and wake up. Maybe it would work. He doubted it. but maybe it would make him feel better. If he didn't feel like he was doing something to help, he would go mad.

Twenty-three hours.

The ice nips at his skin, and he's heard nothing from them yet.

His phone hasn't buzzed. He keeps it close to him, hoping against hope that it will.

He knows them. The phone will buzz. He'll race to check the group chat. Dan Heng will give a matter-of-fact status report. "We're OK. Ran into issues with the train car 22 system hours ago. Currently repairing."

Then, the twins will send two funny follow-up texts, one after the other. "We'll be stuck here for a while. Can someone finish my dailies for me?" and "Tell Pom-Pom to airdrop us some snacks". And finally, "Amphoreus is the coolest planet ever. You guys should have come with us."

And he'll breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why he ever worried.

They're strong and resilient. Nothing could break their spirits. The twins will come home laughing, and Dan Heng will retreat to a quiet place to bandage his wounds before returning to the group. March's body will melt once they warp away to the next planet, and she will join them all in celebration. We'll be together again.

Wake up, Miss March. Come home safe, you three.

Wake up. Come home.

Please.

After all you have been through, I can't be the only one left.

[ecto-stone]

Sometime i swear the Fenton have a knack for making friend with Goth and Punk or sumthing like Jack have Vlad (Punk Goth) Danny have Sam (Goth) Jazz have Spike (Punk)

[byrnedavid]

i was tagged by @wormdream to post my top 10 favorite albums and tag 10 people :) i have many favorite albums, but here are 10 in no order 🤸‍♀️

1. white album - the beatles

2. speaking in tongues - talking heads

3. tranquility base hotel & casino - arctic monkeys

4. songs of faith and devotion - depeche mode

5. paul’s boutique - beastie boys

6. the dreaming - kate bush

7. london calling - the clash

8. good kid, maad city - kendrick lamar

9. igor - tyler, the creator

10. skylarking - xtc

tagging if ya want to: @sonic-fizz @fivepiecechickendinner @timrothencrantz @mmmdrop @loiteringdiligently @rottapoika