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Thinking about when Beau suggested Mollymauk could do a seance to talk to the Traveler, and he just went, "I don't normally speak with the dead on a first date, but we'll think about it--" Anyway, please consider--Molly not just giving tarot readings, but also trying to fake seances. Except maybe the Moonweaver gives him a bit of help, and he realizes he actually can make contact with something--
#I just think it would be fun if molly ever tried a seance with the nein#or maybe as king. just for fun--#was flipping through the rulebook for candela and. i absolutely think in that kind of setting molly would be trying to scam people#as like a fake medium in addition to telling fortunes#until he gets more than he bargained for with what were just supposed to be parlor tricks--#also man#could you imagine if caleb was just...so desperate to bring back his parents. to make some connection to them in anyway#that he asks molly to try--either because he doesnt think itll actually work but just wants so badly to believe. or he wants to point#out molly's a fraud and hates the thought of anyone taking advantage of people like him who are hopeless and grieving#and molly takes one look at the gutting grief and pain in caleb's eyes. this other soul who looks so lost and broken like him#and he really does try. to reach for something. anything that would ease caleb's pain a bit#and when he holds out his hand#there's something that grabs him from the other side--
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DP x DC Prompt
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There are no more heroes.
Well, okay. Rewind a bit.
Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. Heās had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)
The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantomās afterlife.
And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.
Danny is baffled! Sheās justļæ½ļæ½ļæ½gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he canāt find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So sheās not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?
Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.
So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.
There are no more heroes.
Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has justā¦vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.
Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they justā¦take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.
Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)
In other words:
Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.
Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.
(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)
#pondhead blurbs#danny phantom#dpxdc#reveal gone right au#ghost king au#for plot reasons#it doesn't count if the hero had died and then came back to life#lots of heroes would still be around then#but this is me pushing the halfa!jason todd narrative work with me here he deserves the fun#deadman is there too#and he's just thriving honestly. it's so nice to be around his own kind even if the world is ending#maybe ellie is whooshed away too cause she never technically died but she took up danny's moniker when he was crowned#vlad is ecstatic cause danny put him in charge of several states while they looked for clues including Wisconsin#skulker is replacing superman and just has a shitty S painted on his chest and just eats kryptonite like candy the first time he meets Lex#Kitty and Johnny take over in gotham and sam is now the new wonder woman#idk man just stupid stuff like this#the press is flabbergasted cause the fucking KING OF GHOSTS just showed up and he's 14 and just looking for some friends#Danny: hey guys sorry about the zombies and fire i'm just here to find my coworker and lil sister and maybe the other heroes#Danny: in the meantime i'll just let my army into the mortal realm to defend it while we figure out what's going on pls don't yell at us :)#the press: how do we explain this to the justice league when they come back. how do we explain that earth was saved by a 14 year old boy-#also idk which heroes are technically dead but are still kicking so if you feel like someone deserves liminal status slap it on them idc#some villains are trying for world dominance and some are just trying to find their buddies. their fight buds. where'd they go? :(#joker gets bitch slapped by a skeleton two days in and waylon becomes bffs with wulf#danny uses the watchtower as a base of operations and it's the only thing he doesn't want to give up when the heroes are back#i have no plot ideas beyond this#i just want everyone to be baffled that an army of the dead showed up while they were gone and just made sure everything stayed cool#later danny realizes he was technically the ruler of the world for a bit since his people were everywhere keeping the villains in check
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Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared of
A lost little boy who has lost his heart
Fear's not enough, they have to
Tear him apart ā-------
There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well:Ā
Heās adopted.
He canāt remember anything else before that.Ā Ā
āAdoptionā is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Aliciaās cabin, and then she went and got her parents.Ā
What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didnāt belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isnāt there, and when it isnāt his mind stutters, like heās tripped at the top of a steep hill.Ā
When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. Heās twelve.
(He thinks thatās his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.)Ā
The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.
Itāsā¦ a strange experience, to go to a ānewā home when he doesnāt even remember his old one.Ā
The official adoption processā¦ happens. He canāt say itās easy, or difficult. Heās oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny canāt say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, thatās one new thing he knows about himself.Ā
His adoption papers say āDaniel J. Fentonā. Danny remembers staring at the name āDanielā for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But itās not Daniel. But he doesnāt know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.
(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Dannyās shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Dannyās mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the manās fingers for daring to touch him.)Ā
(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fentonās heavy hand stays on him.)Ā
They found Danny in the summer. Itās a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says itās enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that theyāll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.Ā Ā
(Thereās something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesnāt know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)
Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesnāt want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe.Ā
He turned back around and went inside.
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Where do we go
When the river's running slow
Where do we run
When the cats kill one by one
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One day, when the house is empty ā or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.Ā Ā
Heās almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal.Ā
Itās not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking.Ā
He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter.Ā
Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved ā about what? ā before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind.Ā
(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)
After that, he leaves the house more. Itās more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous.Ā
Heās not sure how to feel about that ā he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.
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Hazel beneath our claws
While we wait for cerulean to cry
Unsettled ticks run through time
Enough for the hunt to go awry
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Thereās another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesnāt know who, but he knows they must have been close; heās always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own.Ā
He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when heās lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He canāt remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when heās not thinking. He canāt.Ā
Dannyās found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward.Ā
(āThatās a pretty song, Danny.ā Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadnāt realized he was humming. āWhat is it?ā)Ā
(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesnāt know what song it is, but itās not for her. āI donāt know.ā)Ā Ā
He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldnāt feel like heās missing a chunk from himself. He wouldnāt be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand thatās missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell.Ā
A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, heās holding onto someone smaller than him, theyāre tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. Heās humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny canāt remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his.Ā
He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their fatherās, that his person ā a sibling? That feels right ā will beā¦ the word fades from Dannyās mind before he can make sense of it.Ā
His person hugs him tight, hisā¦ brother? And their mother ā a woman whose face he canāt remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless ā appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, āher sonsā. Thereās ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.
Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.Ā Ā Ā
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Harpy hare
Where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
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When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that heās smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one heās getting now.Ā
Everyone knows heās adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but itās not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.
He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.
Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesnāt remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own.Ā
(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)
(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. Itās easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)
(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principalās office later, he wisely doesnāt mention the worse things he couldāve done than break Dash Baxterās nose.)Ā Ā
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It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders
And they will never
Hear me here listen to croons and a calling
I'll tell them all the
Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow
Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare
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More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother.Ā
Danny can barely remember the lyrics, heās begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that itās the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. Heās a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten.Ā
His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once heās almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isnāt home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands.Ā
They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. Itās beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely.Ā
It is a fast dream.Ā
His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. āWatch your feet, habibi.ā He murmurs low, a hand on his back. Itās hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.
His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods.Ā
The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air ā impossible, it shouldāve been, at least. He never trips. ā and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him.Ā
The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldnāt have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He canāt find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal.Ā
His mother and brotherās horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train.Ā
(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ātrain fallā in his journal, before heās flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.)Ā
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She can't keep them all safe
They will die and be afraid
Mother, tell me so I say
(Mother, tell me so I say)
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When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he canāt remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again.Ā
The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he canāt recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen ā he doesnāt need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person.Ā
(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was ā was? Is ā a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly ā the grooves worn to fit his palm. Theyāre just a little small.)Ā
(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. Heās kept it on him ever since, like heās reunited a lost limb to himself.)Ā Ā Ā
Danny doesnāt have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. Heās haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. Heās ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesnāt, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he canāt figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father ā what, he canāt remember what ā then his little brother will be a little bird.Ā
(He doesnāt have a name for his brother, yet, but heās calling his birdie in his head. Itās better than nothing.)
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Seeker, do you ever come to wonder
If what you're looking for is within where you hold
Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path
You'll soon forget
Home
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When heās fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is.Ā
When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. Itās blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Dannyās mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.
āLazarus,ā he mouths to himself. Itās familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesnāt think sheās that too far off.Ā
He doesnāt tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.
He ends up calling himself Phantom.Ā
(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.)Ā
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Home is where we are
Home is where you are
Home is where I am
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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul au#amnesiac danyal al ghul au#songs in order of the album: the hartebeest / harpy hare / and the hound / neath the grove is a heart#musician danny has my heart and soul#yes this danyal IS an alternative danny from the other au. an au where things were a little better :) but still sucks#implied good mom talia al ghul#danyal is a momma's boy send tweet#dpxdc ficlet#dpxdc prompts#dp x dc au#dp x dc fanfic#danyal is sTILL five years older than damian in this au#no beta no edits we die like danny fenton#poc danny fentons#i didnt know where to end this :(( i was gonna go on but i blanked. i thought about going into his relationships with his rogues and so on.#but that felt too much like trying to just increase the word count rather than actually writing?? if that makes sense#ugh im gonna have forgotten to include things and im gonna be kicking myself later#morally ambiguous danny whoo! we love to see it#since this was just for fun it doesnt really go into it all that much other than like. it happens. and that danny realizes he's dangerous#phantom in a hazmat suit? nah phantom looking like an assassin >:].#danyal al ghul with damian and his mom: š„°šøāØ#danyal al ghul with everyone else: š¹šŖ#am i heavily implying that clockwork had smth to do with Danyalās amnesia and appearance by the cabin? š maybe#not enough danyal al ghul aus where him being an assassin actually. has some kind of affect on him
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got around making some more htf ocs!! i honestly cant stop theyre too fun to make actually
#dooble moment#my art#cw happy tree friends#cw htf#happy tree friends#htf#htf oc#htf ocs#GOD i love making ocs for this show so much#like. theres so many fun character ideas you can incorporate into the show#dont question the ethics of ceriseās attire. shes far from the most moral character#ive wanted to develop scurry a bit more to not make him just an orange generic tree friend#but i think just giving him a lot of things to do shows that hes a lil disorganized & yk what?#we love a disorganized king#also love the idea that scoffy & scoldy are like. HUGE rivals when it comes to their jobs#but theyre good friends outside of work#maybe even lovers? who knows!
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Why would youāThat's notāI just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???
[First]Ā PrevĀ <ā-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#xue yang#Its such a relief to not have to draw so many characters once again.#Redrawing the specific font from the English translated mdzs books was surprisingly fun!#Maybe I'm alone in this...but I think characters switching to a different font of speech for *emphasis* is peak comedy#you can't communicate voice changes of sound very well in non audio forms so this is the best I can do.#Anyways...rip Xue Yang. You finally meet your idol and he brushes you off#Ratherā he doesn't live up to the expectations you built in your head#Kind of an on going issue there Jester (I refuse to call him king or sir)#XY is constantly making people out to be the versions he needed them to be to feel justified in his actions#but struggles to pivot when confronted with the fact that these ppl are *more* than just one surface reading!#wwx doesn't actually think xy is flirting. He's just tired of all the fake fans + wants to get out of this convo.#button mashing the A button to skip the unskippable cutscene#Lan Wangji is in the next comic btw. I've missed him dearly. I'm sorry he's been gone so long </3#edit: poorly spelt MDZS strikes again. This is why I need more time to write my comics. So I can actually proofread B*(#edit2: I cast 'Power of Technology' and fixed my error. Everyone reblog this version instead please
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Donāt all creatures deserve love?
#strange magic#just a little fun#Marianne and Bog#bog king#Marianne#I love strange magic#maybe an edit#gifset#butterfly bog
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Back on my high effort joke bullshit
#bedrockās#ultrakill#sisyphus prime#minos prime#psych thereās some deeper meaning re: ancient greek male nudity + trans minos#maybe one day Iāll do a proper dive#also fun fact the pattern on his himation is a version of the cretan stitch!#which is a little dubious because (as far as I know) it came from minoan embroidery#which is distinct from ancient greek?#and minos was the king of crete in GREEK MYTHOLOGY#which is. younger than minoan civilization.#heās possibly younger than the ancient civilization that was named after him (fun!)#anyways Iāll let you get back to your scrolling that has been Walkerās Wiki-Walking Hour#nvm I misremembered the cretan stitch was not from the minoan#still! the intersection of history and myth is just. augh#funfl fact did u know the archeologist who discovered the Palace of Minos was also named Minos
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saving you from yourself š«§
#sorry for drowning them in this post#they are fine#every drawing i post of them is a cool animated moment i replay in my mind over and over till the drawing is finished#i think wukong has a lot of guilt#in general adaptations of the monkey king seem to always hold this risidual guilt about them#hes always somewhat guilty about his actions#or maybe hes just guilty about being the way he is#maybe projecting a little .. but 'a lifetime of mistakes' is one hell of a title#his ass is eternally guilty !!!#but i think macaque and wukong balance eachother nicely#macaque can help wukong and wukong can help macaque!#in my head this was part of a demon fight scene gone wrong or somethign but it can be whatever i made it ambiguous for fun#i am insane#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#lego#lmk#sun wukong#monkey king#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#lmk sun wukong#lmk monkey king#lmk macaque#rambles#autism boss wukong#wukongs tears go down because hes made of stone and so his tears defy water or whatever dont think about it too much#shadowpeach#qpr#silly mode
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older designs because why not :O
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#amy rose#knuckles the echidna#my art#been thinking about doing this for a while so iām doing it now!!#and why yes i have been inspired by many others interpretations; alas i wish my brain remembered whomš#sonic my main man my short king (shadow is still shorter though. maybe i should make a hog height chartā¦)#still not sure about the amount of tails that tails should have. i think itās be a shame of a name if he only had two at the end of his life#also learning to use the actual paintbrushes in csp. it feels. strangeā¦#miight adjust and make some more changes if i do this again; but iām just having fun so who cares!! i donāt !!!
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Food Fight
Dick, Wally, Jason and Roy were looking for ways to have fun and get distracted from the hero/anti-hero life, so they end up participating in eating contests around the country. What they didn't expect is that they couldn't beat a single person from Illinois.
If it was a spicy food contest, a blue eyed boy would appear who would eat as if he did not feel anything on his tongue; if it were a contest for quantity of food, what they were sure would appear was a hacker with nothing in his stomach, because they didn't know how it was possible for him to eat more than a member of the Flash Family.
Damn, they couldn't even beat the goth girl in the pumpkin growing contest! This had gotten personal and they weren't going to ignore it, they would bring the Outlaws and Titans into this for sure.
Sam, Tucker and Danny for their part were extremely amused with these outsiders, at some point they tried to test if they were metas and it was all a trap (immediately dismissed by Sam and Tucker), they wondered if they would come back next year, well Illinois was their territory so they wished them luck.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#danny fenton#dc x dp#jason todd#dick grayson#roy harper#wally west#dc outlaws#teen titans#eternal trio#they are having fun#ghost king danny#maybe they will bring Dani next year too#or even Jazz#tucker foley#sam mason#tucker is just a meat enthusiast#of course Danny don't feel the spicy he is practically fucking ice#sam and tucker are liminals#still not metas tho#maybe all the batfamily will get in the mess too#the moment they realize the three winners are friends they will have a mental scream#sam stayed with undergrowth powers#is completely legal#is not like wally is being fair either
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Wait I don't wanna be an asshole who only posts Silly Meme Crossover ships, so REAL FAST, I don't get crossover ships much but one I HAVE been considering and I'll share it to offset the silly haha meme I just posted. Deal? Cool
Checkered King X Kinger
Both Kings in an Unreal world, both Chess Themed, Both Purple-adjacent, and both are tragic bisexuals who lost their beloved wife (Checkered King to an unspecified illness, Kinger to Abstraction)
Do I think they should kiss? Eeeeeh. Do I think they should go to the same group therapy sessions and chat? Absolutely.
I dunno if you asked me a crossover ship I liked now I think I would say these two. It helps I consumed all of their medias in the same 24 span of time.
#Crossover Ship#Ship List#Balan Wonderworld#The Amazing Digital Circus#btw Checkered King's real name is Cal Suresh but sense we don't know Kinger's real name I decided not to mention it#They just. Have so many similarities. And I just really like Kinger.#And Cal I love Cal he's my favorite Balan character other than Balan himself!!!!!!#I'm a sucker for a sad man who loves him wife and is also smart#KINGER IS SMART#Anyway I dunno if they should kiss but they should most certainly like. Chat.#Go to the same group therapy maybe#Kinger who is Bisexual and has only ever dated Trans people (Queenie Tranwoman Cal Transman)#I think it's fun#I just. I wanted to be genuine in the crossover ship tag#Sense I'm also being Stupid in the crossover ship tag#Y'all are so cool and powerful and I could simply never#But I'll try here's my 1 (one) crossover ship maybe.
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I'm a big fan of fruity villains IDGAF if people are like "oh no this hurts the LGBT community because queer coding and poopoo caca" I don't give a fuck I love fabulous dazzling flamboyant villains that say shit like "oh darling, but you won't be surviving mmmMMMM" and then do the fruitiest evil laugh ever.
#I love seeing them#I love performing them#Maybe it's because I'm bitesticles IDK#Big fan of that gay cat from the lion king#and literally everything Tim Curry has ever done#queer coding#tropes#let the gays commit crimes#Warden from GBA's MOTH was so girlypop#The most fun I've ever had playing a villain#He wasn't even fruity in the script I just improvised a bunch of zest into his lines#OOooHHH I didn't realize we had a CELEBRITY
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@foileadeux ahem hem *whimper*
#the pale king#my art#hollow knight gijinka#i wanted to draw your design since um *checks time* ITS BEEN 4 MONTHS?? since your first animatic#i thought drawing those folds would be fun and well this isnt exactly the thing i thought up back when but anyway#idk im not big on gijinkas usually but something about yours clicks#maybe its the shitton of folds or long hair with the upside-down crown thing or general houseki no kuni vibe#but that just lists everything huh? well its all the stuff i like so it checks all the boxes! and then pkradi has extra hands??banger#i know there are wings on the ref sheets but i couldn't remember if you've actually drawn them besides that. they are there to look cool
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Clone^2 - Separation Strikes
"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.
His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.
Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.
And it was summer; Damian starts today.
"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."
Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.
"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"
"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."
Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.
Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.
Danny just...
His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.
He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.
Not like he was.
Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.
He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.
Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.
His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.
(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)
Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"
He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.
Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.
He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.
Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."
"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.
Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?
He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."
Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"
Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.
And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.
His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."
Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"
That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"
Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.
"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."
Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.
"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."
Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc au#dpxdc fic#dpxdc ficlet#clone^2#clone danny fenton#MAN I LOVE THIS AU SM#clone danny#danny fenton is a clone#i lomv. them :((( SO MUCH. I'VE MISSED WRITING THEM. i had this idea since talking to purple-goo-writes abt clone danny last week#they mean everything to me. they are the brothers ever. so family coded. don't ask me about the timeline here it doesnt exist#its post-danny's hands getting permanently fucked up and thats it lol.#parent danny is great but 'big brother danny' is SO fucking fun to write. he's silly and goofy and annoying in the way only siblings are#smth about writing danny being so full of love and kindness and protective compassion. bleeding heart that he is. its like doing cocaine#chaotic danny is SO fun and silly but kIND danny is. holy shit its better than getting high. altho ive never been high so i can only guess#there's just smth addictive in writing him being affectionate and loving and caring. he's heartful and heart full.#he's sweet - not like sugar - but like caramel. fulfilling and chewy. a kindness that gets stuck in your teeth and melts on your tongue#he's such an annoying older brother. i love him#bal mithai is a type of pakistani dessert btw. since Nanda Parbat is based off the mountain nanga parbat which is in pakistan. i figured#that the food damian had in the league might've been pakistani-based. or at least heavily pakistani in orign. maybe. i just didn't wanna#look up 'arabic desserts' and pick the first one off the list. felt inauthentic that way alsdh#translations since you wont get it through google translate:#1. 'are you nervous beloved?' 2. 'no! I am not nervous!' 3. 'I'm not everyone' 4. 'let me go brother!'#while i dont usually use 'little brother' or 'brother' as terms of endearments between siblings. Jazz canonically calls Danny that and#i figured if i worded it in a way that sounded natural. it would sound less soul-crushingly cringy. look as someone wit THREE siblings.#i know exactly how siblings interact with one another. but this felt like a special exception. they don't say it often
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there are all of 6 fics on ao3 that come up when you search the word ādisabledā in the dead boy detectives fandom. Iām dealing with a fibromyalgia flare up rn so Iāve decided to come up with some (potential!) disability/condition/syndrome/etc. headcanons. enjoy!
(oh and just to note: I stayed away from conditions with obvious facial / appearance difference as no actors with facial / appearance difference were cast in the show and I was unsure if it would be appropriate. while I have experience with a lot of the following diagnoses, I do not claim to be an expert on any of them and do not intend for this to be used as a diagnostic tool. if you feel any of these are offensive/inappropriate, please message me and Iām happy to talk about it :) this is more just to encourage broader disability representation within the fandom!)
Edwin: autistic, PTSD (from hell), chronic pain/fibromyalgia (from his death/hell), minor visual impairment (not enough to need the hard-to-come-by testing needed for glasses when he was alive and so assumed the various limits/effects were normal. was told otherwise by Niko), wouldāve had shingles if lived long enough
Charles: ADHD, PTSD (from his father/growing up in an abusive household), dyslexia, Reynaudās syndrome (either already born with it or as a result of his deathāboth angsty), was in the beginning stages of an ED prior to his death, post-concussion syndrome, near-sightedness (never given glasses bc he wasnāt about to tell his dad the board looked a little blurry sometimes)
Crystal: cPTSD (reminder that neglect is also abuse :), bipolar 1, IBS, endometriosis
Niko: autism, depression, POTS, hEDS, anxiety, sprite-induced agoraphobia, epilepsy, lactose intolerance
Monty: Depersonalization-derealization disorder, selective amnesia (this is not the first times Esther has messed with his form/killed and revived him, but the experience is traumatic and so his brain decides not to remember it), recurrent arrhythmia, synesthesia
Jenny: OCD, BPD, ED recovered, Celiacās disease, diabetes type 1, anemia
TCK: autism, NPD, lactose intolerance, colourblind
Esther: chronic pain (Iām choosing to believe that the cane isnāt just for show!!), NPD, endometriosis
Tragic Mick: cPTSD, depression, HoH, arthritis, diabetes
(The Night Nurse , the Dandelion Sprites, and various other characters felt either too supernatural and/or not developed enough to assign anything to lmao)
#maybe Iāll give edwin fibromyalgia to project on him again#also just to be clear none of this is meant to demonise or speak poorly on any of these conditions !!!#ppl are just varied and have varied bodies and I think itās fun to explore that with fictional characters :)#lmk which you agree/donāt agree with !!!#also while I donāt see most of the characters as deaf/HoH I do think Charles and Niko have the potential to be CODA(s?)#like I think Charlesās mom and Nikoās dad couldāve been deaf/HoH#granted idk if Charles would know any BSL bc of his father#but I think Niko would know JSL!#she loses her dad and then has no one to use it with :((((#like her mom maybe stops signing or was never great at signing with her husbandās death#and Nikoās fatherās friends donāt really hang around even before sheās sent to the states yk#let the record show I was very tempted to give Edwin all sorts of chronic shit that was popular at the turn of the century#but like polio felt a bit too far#TCK is based on how cats are ofc#I think Crystal having manic episodes and having to come to terms with the fact that it doesnāt make her a bad person would be interesting#also Monty is roughly based on how crows be but like how it would translate wrong if that makes sense#like crows can see more colors than humans so I think that screws with his senses in human form => synesthesia#you could give most of them here ptsd just from the events of the show but that felt too repetitive so I kept it to pre show traumas#lmk what yall think#dead boy detectives#dbda#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko sasaki#monty the crow#jenny the butcher#esther finch#the cat king#tragic mick
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Pretty clothes for you! āØ (Patreon)
#My art#Solanaceae#Satine#Ahh!!! Even with this one being done I'm still so nervous about it somehow!! Haha āŖ#It's been so so soooo long since I've participated in an Event that I've forgotten everything I've ever learned or done in one haha#But yes! This is an event piece! DCS put out an art call and I wanted to join and I'm very glad I did! :D#I would consider myself a very casual fan of Solanaceae like it's been way too long since I've reread in earnest but I like to stop by#Lovely art and characters and interesting movement and feelings and problems everyone runs into it's quite cool :D#Satine is probably my favourite of the bunch even if it has been too long since I've properly caught up with everyone!!#I remember always feelings very positive and like - mixed-love? They're complex in a way that I really like#Ahh all the more reason to catch up again! So I can properly express how I feel about Satine /now/ not just partially remembered haha#I'm also just generally a fan of DCS' art style and passion and ah <3#I don't think I've mentioned it anywhere but DCS was one of my Very Big - maybe even Main inspirations to make VargasLovingHours#And then I also get to draw their pretty lad in Satine! Yes!!#I have a lot to feel thankful for inspiration-wise haha ā„#This was a fun outfit to design :D I really wanted Satine to feel pretty 'cause they are!#A kind of cool pink and scalloping I will always choose scalloping if there is an option for scalloping to be chosen#And I got to bring back a bit of the rainbow-opal look I used for Winter King a bit back as well! :D#And mirrors and sparklies and just - yes! Many good and fun things!!#I do think it's a bit funny since those were supposed to be thought bubbles but then I just - forgot to make the little bubble tails lol#Remembered them on the flowers! But not the thought bubbles! Haha oh well āŖ#Does not diminish the cutes or the pretties ā«
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