#not too long

[halfagone]

I loved how you wrote my last prompt with Danny and Dani and father-daughter relationship! If I remember things correctly, I don’t think Dani actually met Jazz in the show. With that in mind, this next prompt is Danny introducing Dani to Jazz as his daughter with the ensuing fluff that comes from that reveal.

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Finally got around to this ask... four months later... It took a while to get back into the groove of Dad!Danny so well. Here we are lol

And no! Jazz has never met Dani in the show, which is something I have referenced before. Jazz doesn't appear in either Kindred Spirits or D-Stabilized, so it wouldn't be possible for her to know. I don't think Sam or Tucker know that Dani is his clone either, actually. 🤔 I think they've only ever referred to each other as cousins in front of those two. Something I'll have to take advantage of, some day.

For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to continue to call her "Ellie" in this one.

But as for Jazz...

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Jazz blinks down at the young girl Danny has just introduced to her. Calling her his daughter. Danny. With a daughter.

She pinches her arm once, just to make sure she's not dreaming and- ow, no, this is real. Jazz doesn't know how this could be possible. Danny is a kid and okay, maybe he's technically an adult now but that's still far too young to have a kid Ellie's age.

Yet who else could this little girl be? Just looking down at her and Jazz can see countless little similarities between the two. The hair and eyes are the more obvious features, but even the splatter of freckles over their noses, or the subtle twist of their lips when they smile...

This is Danny's daughter, she has to be, but how can that be when Danny is so-

"Ellie, this is Jazz," Danny continues to introduce, ignorant to Jazz's internal breakdown. "Yes, she's the same Jazz I've told you about before."

Ellie turns back to Jazz with surprise, blinking those big, big blue eyes at her. She looks so much like Danny used to when he was little, all big-eyed and curious about the world. In some ways that hasn't changed, not in the slightest, but sometimes Jazz misses the simple innocence about him. She's lost that a long time ago and it saddens her in some ways to know Danny's lost that, too.

Somehow Ellie still has it, although Jazz is sure her origins couldn't have been... pleasant. Yet she looks at Jazz like she's something special, something amazing. And she looks at Danny like he's the sun she orbits, gravitational pull keeping her from falling through the cracks.

She's a lot like her dad, that way.

Jazz slides down into a kneeling position, smiling softly at the little girl who timidly smiles back. "Hello, Ellie. I'm your dad's older sister, which makes me your aunt. I'm so happy I got to meet you."

And Jazz would be the best aunt to ever exist. She'd make sure of it.

[smidge-j]

Was gonna go to bed but there's a good song started playing so I gotta listen to that to the end

[tamelee]

How do you colour your art? It’s always so beautifully done

Ahh thankyou so much ;-;💕🥰!! Unfortunately I always merge my layers so I don't have my process BUT(!!) I'll try remember saving the steps next time and show you? Is that an idea? I'll reblog it under this post ↓

[the-suicidal-pianist]

i hate oatmeal and dad keeps making me eat it so i challenged him

i was saying how id rather eat nothing for 2 days than eat oatmeal

if i go 2 days without eating anything then

wait

i dont get anything out of this...

lemme fix that rq :D

in the meantime little does he know ive already gone days without food/water and this is going to be a piece of cake. get rekt papa

[farmboyscott]

kind of thinking about longer hair

[apleiphone2]

the song i want you by mitski feels like the end of everything, slowly approaching your lover with a knife in hand in your state of quiet insanity, after everything is over, in a house of ruin where no one else stirs. where it is silent, except for the sound of your slow steps and the useless staggering of the person in front of you -- who you love so dearly, want so badly -- too badly. you realised not long ago, after you ruined this house you once called home, after you discarded of everyone else, after you got rid of everything - except for them, anything but them. you realised after the fire started to quiet, and your wounds were given a moment to bleed. you realised that you didnt want this, anything -- you just wanted them -- and you were going to want eachother. forever. until the end of time. in the quietness, in the still, it would be you two amongst the rubble of world.

and so, you stumbled across to their house, through the broken door, past the shattered glass, amongst the sounds of ruin, tiptoeing around the various strewn objects you had thrown there in your rage. to start over, leave this mess behind and start over with the person who you know loves you so. still, you loosely held that bloody blade in your hand threatening to fall out with each sway of your arm. but, it stay attached in your grasp -- maybe it got used to staying there, used to its breaking point. it brushes occasionally against the pale nightgown you adorn, now torn and tattered from the night in partner with your unkempt hair that fell across your face in an untidy mess, sticking to the corners of your mouth and the lasting sweat remaining on your, once, pretty, almost calm-looking complexion. but it didn't matter. nothing did. what did matter was slowly stumbling up the stained carpet steps towards the sounds of your lover. you'd left them there, in fact they were the reason for all of this. still, you continued, almost crawling in desperation with eyes wide and sleep deprived, across the doors you had slammed, across the paintings you had slashed, across the carpets you screamed upon. it was all over now. it was just you and them. just you and them. just you and them. just you and them.

your fingernails dug into the torn wallpaper, turning your head towards stifled sounds of shuffling. the old wooden appearance of the door dragged you in, the scuffs and scratches on its oak becoming more clear with each staggered step towards it.

slow, was the journey towards it. the distance seemed to drain you of your last drop of energy, though, you kept moving until your calloused hands fell upon the door with a loud thump. and as it did, the high pitched sound of a whimper emerged from the other side. your head snapped up, as your face almost automatically started contorting into that of a weak smile. watching yourself, you turned the doorknob slowly, letting the door turn open on its own with a slight kick of your foot.

and there, as the wood moved from your view was them -- sitting amongst the mess of the room on the floor, eyes wide open in terror, and hands gripping the soft carpet, as if begging it for help. after staying frozen for a moment, they began to stumble. backwards, towards the wall desperately pushing themselves with any limbs that could, away from you. their soft hair, too, strewn across their complexion, their pretty lips slightly parted, gasping for air as their chest heaved up and down and never seemed to stop.

and you remembered, how beautiful they really were. how lucky you are to have them. all yours. forever. and ever. living in love, forever, and ever.

falling from your lips, as your eyes softened, you muttered in a shrill voice, unstable and cracking, 'i found you'.

and slowly, you began to step. and step. and another, towards them.

and with each one, they struggled more, their legs trying to push themselves backwards in attempt to go through the wall, anything to get away. their head spun to either side, searching for anyone, anything to help -- but they found nothing. each of your approaching steps were pounding sound in their bones, crawling in their skin, and thumping in their chest, around their ears, accompassing their whole being. it was all they could feel through the ground -- the imminent, and swiftly approaching possibility of death, no, maybe worse than that. petrified, in fear of what you would do to them, grasping for anything as their eyes darted from the bloody knife in your hand, to your face that approached closer and closer by the second -- to the knife, to your face, to the knife, to your face, to the knife, to your fucking face -- jesus christ, why do you look so calm? they just stared. into your eyes. into you, you who they no longer recognised.

you slowly glided to meet them, quietly whispering 'i love you, darling', the affectionate name stinging against their ears. sound started to leave you, and your surroundings faded out of view. all you could feel now was the heavy thump of each step you took and the quiet mantra of words leaving your mouth. you weren't focused on anything, all that was in your eyes was them. just them. only them.

and with each nearing step, you continued to repeat, 'i want you.'

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

ideas for what the comic should be about welcome!

all I know is it’s about Myrtle and Alder in life

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[yumenikkii]

just another average day in gravity falls

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[werewolf-transgenderism]

just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

the comments:

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

[scurvioli]

[flame-shadow]

hey did you know??? that if you stop stretching and maintaining mobility in your body then it goes away?? things get tight and you can't move the way that you used to??? and when you decide to try getting a stretch routine going that the first week fucking sucks because you keep going 'damn i used to be able to do this no problem' and then you have to switch gears and be kind to yourself and just focus on getting better from here instead of berating yourself for dropping the good habits in the first place??? and your body never stops aging so you gotta keep taking care of it and sometimes you gotta take care of it extra in certain areas because of things that happened when you were younger and it's boring and sometimes hurts but it's so necessary???

i am yelling this at myself right now i am going through An Experience (trying to get into a routine of body maintenance again for my physical and mental health)