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myreygn · 1 year ago
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askeladd and thorfinn have this kind of dynamic where one day askeladd decides that thorfinn is ready to make certain experiences and when they stop in some port he puts an arm around thorfinn's shoulder and goes "ahh thorfinn look around, this town has the prettiest girls in the whole country" and then hands him some money like "go buy yourself something nice" *wink* and as thorfinn scurries off askeladd pats himself on the back for a parenting job well done. when thorfinn returns HOURS LATER askeladd smirks at him; "so you found something sharp?" and next thing he knows thorfinn LAUNCHES a new dagger at him which just misses his head by a mere inch or so and hits the mast. askeladd watches the after vibrations of the throw in horror and thorfinn smirks back; "you tell me old fuck."
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peachdalooza · 3 months ago
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their contrast is funny to me
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ajihaew · 3 months ago
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nothing can excite me unless it's you!
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fact-dogsarehappiness · 2 months ago
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thebubblesareevil · 2 months ago
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Danny Phantom
Written by Jazz Fenton
Danny Phantom was a story that built a generation of superheroes.
It’s the story of a young boy that had power thrust upon him and he rose to the challenge. Him and his friends worked hard to keep their town safe no matter how crazy things got.
He fought monsters and gods and even kings but still struggled to balance school and protecting the town. His sister did what she could to help but it wasn’t until after she learned the truth behind his identity that they were able to truly bond as a family.
The story end with Danny going off to college after closing the portal forever. He would go on to be an astronaut and fulfill his dreams.
Jazz wished it was true. She wrote the Danny Phantom books so there would be a record of what her brother had done. That in some small way he would never be forgotten.
When she was in her late 30s, heroes came out into the light. It hurt to see them, they reminded her so much of her brother.
One day jazz, now 46, gets a call from a newspaper celebrating authors and they want to present an award to her in metropolis.
What she wasn’t expecting?
As they are announcing her award a new person comes on stage to present it.
Superman. He went on to say that the Danny phantom stories were part of what inspired him to become a hero “when he arrived on earth”
She felt a pang in her heart as he spoke, but when the flash, green arrow, black canary, green lantern and even Batman stepped forward to tell similar stories she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
She manages to hold back her tears until she is at the podium looking at the bronze plaque with her brothers name on it.
The brother she hadn’t seen in almost 30 years.
She fell to the ground sobbing, the plaque clutched tightly to her chest.
“I’m so happy” she sobbed “I was so afraid this world would forget him, after everything he did for it.”
Jazz Fenton refused to elaborate. She couldn’t, other wise she would break the deal that kept peace between the realms.
The GIW saw no harm is foolish bedtime stories. They hid any and all proof that Danny Fenton otherwise known as phantom ever existed.
So long as he never returned, his friends and family would be safe.
Unfortunately for them, superman is one hell of an investigative reporter and he has the world’s greatest detective at his side.
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orbiiance · 1 month ago
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i was a very vocal president c!tubbo defender back in the day. they were massacring my boy !!!
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dailyheavymedic · 24 days ago
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day 77
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mochirizu · 27 days ago
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has this been done before
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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months ago
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Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees
The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)
The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)
The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)
The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)
The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)
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cuubism · 3 months ago
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i kind of sympathize with Sadeas re: Dalinar in Way of Kings. if I knew a guy who was basically like a rabid dog barely contained on a leash back when we were launching a military coup together and he had a kill count of like 999999999 civilians and then he had a complete mental breakdown and then came back from it like "hey I'm Catholic now and by the way God Is Speaking To Me and told me the apocalypse is coming" well i probably wouldn't want that guy in charge of anything either. to be honest
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infernal-lamb · 11 months ago
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The Lamb Slaying Death Incarnate
(Part of a larger comic....but I sort of like this panel a lot on its own!)
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ribbittrobbit · 1 year ago
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these kids are incredibly stressed out
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sonadowcentral · 2 months ago
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The mechanic
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astrhae · 2 years ago
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crowley used the metal tool in season 1 to start time, and we learn that he's used it first to start space. to create the stars -- he still remembers how. he still remembers all of heaven's passwords: in the book crowley is described as an optimist because he has the "utter surety... that the universe would look after him". not god, but the universe. and of course he does: he helped create it and he's looking after it, too.
think about it: aziraphale had a sword, but crowley is about to face satan who wants to destroy the world, and crowley's only weapon is a tool of creation
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vaguely-concerned · 5 months ago
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the contrast in lucanis' early game responses to bellara and davrin are sooo funny and also quietly devastating. the vibe is like
BELLARA: heey so... how are you feeling lucanis? generally, I mean. or specifically, if you'd rather talk about something in particular! well, you usually don't, so no worries if not, you know, no pressure, only if you'd think it'd maybe, I don't know, help! I know it doesn't always. but ah, um... are you -- alright? (in the pantry. we should probably stop asking you about this but are you sure you're alright in there? it's where the parsnips live. and you now, too, I suppose! just... you and the onions. and a demon. sorry, didn't mean to remind you! you see I'm only asking because um for a second there I thought the dark circles under your eyes were actually bruises and it jumpscared me a bit)
LUCANIS (tired but soft): I'm fine, Bellara. Really. Don't worry about me.
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DAVRIN: So hey lucanis. just out of interest. what the fuck is your damage anyway. why are you like this
LUCANIS (at his most 'orders one black coffee and drives away' and also honest): Well you see Davrin since you're asking: I am in hell. Also go fuck yourself.
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sweeneydino · 6 months ago
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When it becomes part of them (Timeline)
Attempting to replicate the shows storyboards.
Technically their mystics pop up sporadically in season 1, until Leo in showdown. Then the others in season 2. Once they do, its a matter of time to master it, with some bumps in the road ofc.
Look at the little anime protagonists
And then the ending of season 2 comes along-
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Edited with more 2003 markings 👆 (might keep it)
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