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998th Lord Commander
The Bastard of Winterfell
#jon and ghost#jon snow#night's watch#ghost#dire wolf#the wall#the north#lord commander#fanart#asoiaf#drawing#illustration#the winds of winter#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#asoiaf fanart#valyrian scrolls#art#north westeros#northmen#native people#castle black#a storm of swords#house stark
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Jon Snow inspired sketch page ✨️
(First of all I'm not really good drawing male characters but I'm working on it. I also wanted to give my drawings more personality and make them recognizable and so I tried giving Jon some of that Stark look described in the books like the long face. I hope you all like it. Feedback is always appreciated 🙏 This is Jon in different stages of his life, as kid, teenager and grown up as well as some baby and grown Ghost 🐺)
#jon snow#jon snow fanart#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf jon#asoiaf fanart#game of thrones#my art#jon and ghost
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Jon Snow believes himself to be a poor warg.
Meanwhile Jon, without having anyone to teach him about the warging bond, is able to communicate to Ghost that they have to part at the beginning of ASOS and that they will reunite once they both arrive at Castle Black.
My boy Jon, I know that your self doubting is strong but I don't think that you know what poor warging means.
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"Ghost!" He shouted, and the direwolf broke into a run. When he reached Jon he leapt, and they wrestled amidst brown grass and long shadows as the stars came out above them. "Gods, wolf, where have you been?" Jon said. "I thought you'd died on me, like Robb, and Ygritte and all the rest."
-Jon Snow
#quotes#book quotes#literature#books & libraries#relationship quotes#animals#george rr martin#asoiaf quotes#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#a storm of swords#asos#jon snow#ghost#jon and ghost
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What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.
#asoiaf#my art#artists on tumblr#asoiaf fanart#valyrianscrolls#jon snow#rhaegar targaryen#lyanna stark#rhaelya#rhaegar x lyanna#r+l=j#a song of ice and fire#fanart#digital art#procreate#canonjonsnow#agot#adwd#grrm#i am obsessed with the fact that this boy has so many ghosts surrounding him#here are rhaegar and lyanna's ghosts getting handsy in the afterlife#and that is robb's crown bc there's also a legacy there#insane how jon's legacy is love#he's a bastard! and yet the outcome of an unlikely and impossible love#he was loved! otherwise this story makes no sense#anyway this has been in my wip folder for far too long#i must send it out into the world
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Ghost was closer than a friend.
#jon snow#ghost the direwolf#gotedit#thenorthsource#gameofthronesdaily#asoiafsnet#dailyflicks#usergif#tvedit#iheartgot#cinematv#cinemapix#house stark#game of thrones#*ours
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phone a friend♥️
danny is a god and poor tim is trying so hard to ignore his family talking about the wedding
Tim watches Danny as the other boy gestures wildly to the art around them. It's surprising to know that Danny has never been to a art museum, claiming the small town he was from never had one.
Oh, they had small art shows and a few street markets, but nothing official like a building dedicated to art. Their teacher had announced to the class a semi-famous water color painter's work was going to be on exhibit a week ago.
She offered extra credit to anyone who would go and write a report about their experience.
Very few people cared, seeing as a majority of the student body of Gotham would go to art auctions at least once a week. Tim had been among those that didn't plan on attending, seeing as his grade were adequate enough, and he's been to the art museum often with Damian.
Then he glanced at the desk next to him, watching frost slowly form around Danny's hands as the boy read about the museum. A few seconds later, he stuffed the flyer into his backpack, the sound of snickering from further down telling Tim that some of the more annoying classmates saw how fascinated Danny was.
Knowing him, Danny would probably act like it was lame if only to save face with his classmates who didn't accept or deserve him. The frost vanished, replaced with a soft echo in Danny's voice as he muttered about how he didn't think he could afford to waste money on a museum ticket.
Tim likely wasn't supposed to hear that. He picks up the flyer, considering it with an pair of great importance, just long enough for Danny to realize that Tim was doing so before gesturing at it.
"That sounds cool. Easy extra credit. Do you want to go with me, Danny?" Tim found himself asking. Danny's entire face lit up, frost forming around the windows near him in beautifual snowflack shapes.
Thank goodness the two sat so far back in the classroom, and the winter was well underway. No one would question the frost in this environment.
That's how he found himself, wandering around the Gotham art museum with an overly hyper meta on a cold winter Saturday. They sold hot chocolate at the entrance- with strict instructions to not go beyond the ropes- and he took sips as Danny oh and ah at everything.
He tried really hard to ignore his family, who were following them room by room just outside Danny's range. They weren't even in disguises! The idiots were walking around as the Waynes but were moving in a way that made it impossible for them to "accidentally" bump into Tim and Danny.
This kind of behavior he expects from his siblings, maybe Bruce due to Danny's meta powers, but Alfred? Why had Alfred forsaken him so?
"Tim, look at this piece!" Danny calls, pointing to a very dramatic interpretation of the Black Plague in the form of a grim reaper towering over a cowering village.
Tim shoot the doorway a glare, catching the flash of one of Jason's wavings hands before he joins Danny infront of the rope. He's eyes take in every detail, every stroke, a bit breathless by how alive the paiting is.
"It's gorgeous." Tim breathes, eyes lingering on a figure atop a hill in the background. The figure has enough details that it's obvious he is also part of the story, not just the setting.
Despite his commoner clothing, he looked like an angel among the humans. The figure looked up at the grim reaper, his white hair flowing in the wind, and a gentle glow surrounding him.
His expression was remorseful but accepting of what was happening, and his beauty was almost inhuman as he watched the reaper bring the village to its knees. Tim swears he looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place the face due to its near-human features; there was just something more to it.
Tim points towards him. "I think that's supposed to be life."
Danny's eyes lock onto the glowing boy before choking on his drink. Alarm Tim pats his back as Danny coughs through the liquid. "Dude are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Danny wheezes "Just fine. Um, when was this painted?"
There is a plaque right underneath the painting with the art detail. He squints at it before reading out loud: "Black Death's Shadow. Painted in 1886 by an unknown Goth artist. It's said that the artist was painting a story passed down through the generations of the survivors of a small village saved by the King."
Danny wheezes harder. "Wow that's crazy. It's really pretty. What-um what style would this be called? Need to write that essay for Mrs. X. "
"It looks like romanticism," Tim responded, leaning in the closer, chest now over the velvet ropes. He squits harder at the glowing figure, trying to figure out who it reminded him of. The artist was talented, but maybe they weren't able to capture the charater well based off of stories?
"Wow so cool," Danny said in a strained voice. He turns to look at his companion and is about to ask if something is wrong when a quick spark races across his shoulder blades. Surprised by the sensation, Tim jerks his shoulders, feeling as if though someone had shocked him.
He quickly glances around with his eyes, ensuring not to turn his head and witness other guests flinching at the tiny spark. A few are also looking around confused.
Did everyone just experience static electricity? At the same time? With no one touching metal or other conductors? How could that be?
Danny doesn't seem to notice Tim's puzzelment because he is staring at the painted white hair boy with a forced smile. "Why do you think this is Life?"
"Lots of things," Tim responds, tilting his head slowly to try and gather more information without tipping off whatever caused that charge. "Mostly the glow and inhuman features."
Another shock, a few people wince and another few laugh, but this time Tim saw a flash of soft sparks race across Danny's left hand, and his mouth makes a small o in realization.
Danny's meta powers were causing the static shocks. But what emotion was causing this?
"Inhuman?" Danny stammered, more sparks zapping across his hands but not strong enough that Tim could feel them.
"Yeah, he's inhumanly beautiful," Tim answered, watching in real-time as Danny's cheeks turned rosy while the sparks stopped. His hair started to fall out slowly, indicating happiness and slight bashfulness. He was acting like Tim had called him beautiful—not that he wasn't. Danny was fairly good-looking.
Huh.
Tim truned back to the painting compare it's feacture to the boy next to him and then it clicked.
Danny was the glowing boy in the painting, or more likely when using his powers. Cass did say Danny reminded her of Captain Marvel.
Now, the question remained: Was it just his powers, or was Danny physically present the day this was painted? Even further than that, was Danny there the day the painting's inspiration had happened, five hundred years before the artist painted the tale?
Was Danny unaware he was in the painting?
"Um, we should move on, yeah? I think I want to check out some of the sculptures?" Danny sputtered while tugging on Tim's hand. Without letting go his classmate dragged him out of the painting exhibits in brisk speed walk.
He definitely knows that was him. Tim thought, watching Danny's back as he let himself be led away. Does that mean I was wrong about him being a meta? Is Danny a god or god adjacent?
Meanwhile, the rest of the Waynes are crowding around the doorway of the painting hall, watching Tim and his not-human boyfriend practically run away.
"They are so cute together" Dick cooed, gestureing at where Tim seemed to not be able to take his eyes off the other. "I mean look at Tim. He's mesmerized!"
"What were they looking at?" Bruce questions, stepping into the room and standing before the painting that had Danny freezing up. "Why did this cause such a strong reaction?"
"Obviously, Father, it was due to how weak-willed Drake's courtship is. He didn't even attempt to hold Fenton's hand. Coward," Damian snips at his side, while Jason and the rest quickly follow after Tim. "I could never. I held Jon's hand the second he agreed to a romantic outing-"
"What?"
"What?"
The pair stared at each other in utter silence before Damian coughed. "We should make haste to follow Drake, least we lose him. Come along Father"
"Damian, come back here. Explain what you just said. Damian!"
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Phone a friend#Part 2#Tim already been watching Danny's body language#The Waynes are treating his life like daytime tv#Jon/Damian#Dead tired#That was Danny in the past. The grim reaper wasn't the black death it was a ghost#On a mission for CW
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#my art#game of thrones fanart#got#robb stark#jon snow#ghost#grey wind#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#asoif/got#fanart#artists on tumblr
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Quick dp x dc prompt:
The BatFam finds out via getting tagged a million times on any and all social media sites that Damian apparently got drunkenly married to Jon & Elle while the three were in Las Vegas.
And that alone is making them all lose their collective minds, but somehow there's yet still more on top of that punch in the face because apparently the three didn't get married as Damian Wayne, Jon Kent and Elle Nightingale.
Oh no, that'd be way too easy to handle when it came to how the press and wider world reacted to the youngest son and until very recently one of the most eligible bachelors in the world getting married at three in the morning in a haunted-house themed 24-hour Vegas chapel by a guy dressed up like Zombie Elvis.
No, instead the three of them got married as civilian Damian Wayne and very much not civilians Superboy/Jon-El the Son of Superman and Nomad/Stella Phantom the Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms.
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also bonus meme stuff, this is absolutely how Damian, Jon and Elle greet the paparazzi upon stumbling out of the chapel and the images being shared absolutely everywhere. Steph frames them and hangs them up as the three's "Wedding Photos" because she finds it absolutely hilarious:
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc writing prompt#super serious chaos#Super Serious Chaos#damian wayne#jon el kent#jon kent#dani phantom#danielle phantom#superfam#batfam#ghost king danny#batfam & superfam are losing their collective minds over this#meanwhile the rest of the justice league is playing rock paper scissors on who is gonna have to break the news to King Phantom#Danny for his part thinks its hilarious#but its even *funnier* to not tell anyone that and let them think he's pissed about it#Dick *specifically told* Damian not to get wasted and marry anyone when the three of them went on this trip#He said it as a *joke* but *still* what the hell Damian
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Clark is taking Kon and Jon out for a classic, super-style bonding flight. Just a quick jaunt around the US and back!
They don’t get far. Somewhere in Illinois airpace, they run across another family.
The three (a hulking man, a snarky teenage boy, and a cackling youngest girl, each a grayscale blur in the blue, blue sky) throw neon-lit beams of energy at one another, quips and insults flying almost as fast as they do. It looks like training. It looks like fun!
The boy of them looks like a younger version of the man. Exactly like, even. Clark is familiar with clones.
The youngest, a girl, looks like both of them, but not quite. Perhaps she will, age sharpening her childish features, but it’s hard to say. More likely, she’s the man’s daughter.
Interested, Clark introduces himself to Dan. He seems to be a hero in his own right, even if Superman’s yet to see him in action. And it’s not often Clark sees a family so like his own!
#post agit but with the hc that dans ghost form stays the same! big and scary!#clark: oh! you’re a clone? here meet kon he’s also a clone!#clark: [pushes kon toward danny] teen boy clones! you should exchange instasnaps or smth. or facebooks! kids still use that to chat right?#danielle: is this identity theft. and if so. can i steal dans ID i wanna be the evil version from an alternate timeline now#dp x dc#dpxdc#prompt#dpxdc prompt#kipwrite#less of a ficlet more of an interesting observation and funny potential misunderstanding. which actually still counts now that i think of it#whatever sorry ive been busy!!#danny fenton#dark danny#danielle fenton#clark kent#kon el#jon kent#realizing now i hardly ever spell his name connor. hm
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The White Wolf
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Colored version of my Gerry design~
Jon's an awkward picture taker, change my mind
They'd be great friends if he wasn't dead. God I wish we had more time with him.
#the magnus archives#fanart#tma fanart#jonathan sims#jon archivist#gerry keay#gerard keay#jon sims#pretty jon#they look like the weird cousin and the cool cousin when they hang out#I love my dead gay goth son#just two dudes with grandma issues#just a wet napkin and his goth ghost#the magnus archive fanart
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"Ignore him."
#asoiaf#fan art#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf fanart#asoiaf art#jon snow#ghost the direwolf#hes just playing
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I don't know why it's so funny to me the fact that Jonathan Sims and Georgie Barker went to Oxford together and then 10 years later one of them is wanted by the police and the other is a podcaster. Like, yeah... Yeah, that's usually how it goes, isn't it
#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#jon sims#georgie barker#tma#what the ghost#tma s3#jonny sims#sasha sienna
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Lack of Morals ~ Lack of Vows
#read tags please#sansa stark#jon snow#jonsa#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#alayne stone#ghost#fanfic trope of jon and sansa somehow meeting while he's in ghost's body#i thought you all deserved a full illustration thank you everyone for your kind messages since I've returned#a bunch of anime shoujo tropes tbh#also when i started shading i realized sansa looked like ranni due to the exaggerated mood coloring#my thoughts are always on my girls#my art
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Invites
"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.
"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.
"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.
"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."
"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.
"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"
Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."
"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.
"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.
"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."
"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.
"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.
"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#dani phantom#danielle phantom#ghost king danny#princess dani#Ellie is Wrath in DC world#she joined Jon and Damian's team#everyone knows she the heir to the Infinite Realms#she is dreading the upcoming ball#she groans in annoyance when those around Danny's age take one look at him and decide to flirt#thats her Da stop flirting with him#is Danny a young adult like Jason's age or like Bruce's age idk?#either age frame works tbh#fyi this isnt my shenanigans idea it just spawned and woundnt let go
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