#just with ducks/animals

[official-neue-bundeslaender]

[ailithnight]

DPxDC Prompt #8

Danny was practicing shapeshifting with Amorpho when he felt the tug of a summoning and heard the distant words drifting into his mind.

Normally Danny would just ignore it. Or if it seems like this was a group that needed some sense scared into them, he'd shift into his Horror form and terrify them into never pulling this shit again. But then he heard them mention live sacrifices, and Danny just had to step in before that happened. So he let the summoning pull him on through, briefly forgetting he was shapeshifted into a... less than ideal form.

Danny lands in the circle right on top of one of the intended sacrifices, a group of people in weird outfits and, is that guy green? Irrelevant. Immediately Danny on knows something is very wrong. His powers feel muted and far away. His form suddenly feels, locked somehow.

He casts his gaze across the summoning circle and, to his horror, recognizes the binding ritual. These cultists wanted to bind and seal him in one of these mortal's bodies after they were sacrificed. But they fucked up the spell. Or maybe Danny fucked it up by coming in too soon? Irrelevant again.

What matters is the spell went sideways. Instead of locking Danny into one of the sacrifice's bodies, it locked him into his own form while pulling most of his abilities just out of reach. Now he's here. In the shape of- He's stuck as-

"Dude, is that a pigeon? Did the Ghost King, like, send you to voicemail?"

[nelkcats]

Quacked up

Danny never thought that Desiree was serious on her threats, or at least the threats that had to do with "turning him into a duck and abandoning him in another dimension."

But it seems that even ghost genies had their limits, because the third time he "ruined her plans," she made good on her threat. Danny wasn't worried about Amity, Team Phantom could take care of that just fine.

He was more concerned about his webbed feet and duckbill. Plus the fact that he showed up in the middle of a warehouse occupied by mobsters, although the supposed mobsters were more involved in trying to catch him (were his ears wrong or had he heard an "aww"?) than killing him. One of them even named him "Duck Hood."

Jason didn't know how to feel watching all his employees chase a duck. It was a weird duck, with glowing green eyes (was it possible for a duck to dive into the pits??), and he was sure he saw it float by at some point, but at least his "lair" was a little more lively.

He wondered if he should give it to Damian or keep it.

[brotherly-lov3]

His favorite spot to nap 🥺🥺

[quimichi]

`✦ ˑ ִֶDELULU SUNDAY X F!READER 𓂃⊹

Sunday had made sure the room was perfect.

No sharp or edged objects, just in case you somehow became possessed by a malicious thought. It was like a golden cage. A big vanity but all products are locked away from you. Music boxes, books, even a little swing was inside. It was a picture perfect room, for him. For you it was a cell.

Every day he woke you up 7am sharp. The sun isn't even up yet when you are roused from your sleep. In the soft grey light of dawn, a hand is on your hair, Sundays fingers gently brushing through the strands.

"Wake up, My Dearest," he murmurs, as he does every morning, every dawn without fail. Sunday is waiting patiently beside the bed when your eyes finally open. He smiles down at you affectionately, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Good morning," he says quietly, his voice a soothing murmur in the dim light of your room. He gently takes your hand in his, his fingers brushing against your skin. "You slept well, I trust?" Sunday glances down at the wings on your neck, his jaw tensing. They are a little crooked, one wing higher than the other, and he quickly reaches out to adjust them.

"They cannot be uneven," he mutters, mostly to himself, as he tugs the wings into the right position. "They must be perfect." The wings are now straight, their delicate artificial feathers almost brushing against your neck. Sunday's touch is gentle as he smooths them out, his eyes fixed upon the two fake wings.

"There," he sighs. "They're perfect now. Just how they should be." Sunday seems content now that the wings are perfectly placed against your skin. He lets his eyes rove over your face for a second, taking in your every feature with a kind of reverent awe.

"You look lovely," he mumbles, almost to himself.

"The perfect angel, just as I imagined you would be."

[thatskindarough]

A little experiment from last year that I cleaned up a tad

[sir-adamus]

honestly Kingdom Hearts presents itself in such a colourful way and distracts with all the Disney worlds, that it can be easy to forget that the lore of the setting is that there was once a conflict so devastating and bloody (fought mainly by child soldiers) that it shattered the world of light into pieces and the various worlds as they are formed in the aftermath, separate lights drifting, never to touch again

the present of the setting is a post-post-apocalyptic universe and the only remnants of the world before is the graveyard of fallen weapons at the epicenter of the conflict and the city founded by the sole survivor, built on the ruins of his original home

[chemilico]

imagine me throwing this at you like that one poster of that one animated Adam Sandler Christmas movie

[alastor-ss]

(Confused glance)

This was cleanup practice, it was super fun I should do backgrounds more often

[fandommadnessthings]

(1990-2000) TV special

Episode 27 - "The Magic has been found! Is this farewell!?"

[xzumichannn]

Animation practice of the green thing

[spookberry]

Princess Tutu but like, make it Ever After High

Rue

[plumatea]

A little sneak peak at something I’m working on 🐀 ⚡️ ☕️

[andy1687manga]

ANOTHER WIP 🗣

[dewey-ing-it]

Behold: Husbands

[kiiwiighost]