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#you shit talked me under the table talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all dancing phantoms on t#e terrace are they second hand embarrassed that I can’t get out of bed cause something counterfeit’s dead#mlb#miraculous fanart#miraculous lb#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#adrien agreste#gabriel agreste#emilie agreste#I wanna tag this shitposting but I guess it’s not LMAO#feeling weird abt this 🤨#I’ve never done like a series of images so tummies thought it would be funny to explore the agrestes w/ this#always thought of Emilie as a musical gal idk
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I’m a Size Medium, Thanks.
Danny is irritated. No actually he is beyond irritated. He is annoyed, he is frustrated, he is…. He’s really fricking irritated and can’t be bothered to remember any more of Jazz’s SAT words.
He continues his glare out the window as he searches for his straw with his mouth.
He just- where is it- thinks it’s a stupid fricking-stupid ass milkshake-he shouldn’t have to basically-gah! Danny snaps his head down to find his suddenly missing straw, only to successfully poke it directly into his eye.
“Ow! Fricken-“ He groans, throwing his head back, and putting his hands to his face, “Mother-tucker, Holy Taming of A Shrew!” He pounds his free hand not cradling his eye on the table, trying not to make more of a scene. Of course, this utterly fails because it immediately tips over his milkshake glass with a clatter as it spills onto his pants, making him jump up with enough force to knock the table over and drop the milkshake glass the rest of the way to the floor.
Danny stares at it with blurry vision and a watery eye. He sighs, “At least-“
The glass shatters.
Danny sighs again, deeper. “Of course.”
He looks up at the restaurant around him. Noticing the many, many people staring at him.
Wonderful.
Danny grimaces, “Sorry, I so didn’t mean for that to happen, uh-“ Danny reaches to straighten the table, fumbling for a second before it stands upright, he steps away from it, “If there’s any way I can help or.. like fix it. I can pay for the cup..” a server comes over to him, “if you want..?”
The server’s dead eyes don’t waver as they silently place a wet floor sign over the spilled milkshake.
“Thanks.”
“Uh huh.”
The server walks away, leaving Danny to sigh all on his own. He leans over to grab his backpack from the booth, checking it over for milkshake before slinging it on his back, thankfully clean.
He makes it one step forward before he feels the floor go out from under him. Ah gravity. His greatest enemy. This is karma for all those times he’s ignored it, isn’t it?
The wind is knocked out of him when his back slams to the floor, cushioned by the dulcet sounds of his bag crunching against broken glass.
He looks up at the wet floor sign.
The man on the yellow plastic mocks him.
Danny sighs.
He curses his stupid luck.
He curses this stupid city.
Then he curses himself because he knows any of this stupid city’s curses end up affecting him anyways.
Danny gets to his feet, ignoring the feeling of milkshake on his hands and his… everywhere.
He trudges out of the diner without looking back. At least he’d already paid for it.
He grimaces at the milkshake handprint on the door, trying to wipe it away with his shirt and only succeeding in making it worse.
Danny catches the eyes of the server inside, staring at him, eyes progressively more annoyed.
Danny puts his hands up in surrender and backs away.
Directly into a person. Only his milkshake covered self prevents him from being hit with anything more than the man’s scathing glare.
He puts his hands back up and moves away to dodge everybody else on the sidewalk. Along with the occasional ghost. Visible only to him of course.
By the time he has managed to escape the sidewalks into an alley, he is certain there is a trail of slightly sticky businessmen behind him.
Danny crouches to swing his backpack down in front of him and take stock. Okay, he could put his sweatshirt on over it… but it would also get ruined… damn it.
Danny looks around, checking every inch of the alley for cameras and then backing himself into a corner just to be safe. The flicker of intangibility is barely noticeable except for the wet squelch of milkshake remnants dropping to the alley floor. Lovely.
And of course, the flash of every single Gotham ghost in the area becoming visible and almost tangible for a split second. Also… lovely. There’s a couple startled shouts on the street.
Maybe an alleyway was not the best place for that.
Danny slides his sweatshirt on over his shirt to at least pretend like he was covering a mess and then shimmies out of the alley while trying to make as little contact with ghosts as possible.
He’s almost completely certain he looks crazy as all get out if the stare he gets from a passerby means anything.
Of course… now he’s left glaring across the street again.
He can feel the Infini-Map burning a hole in his backpack. It said this was the next place a natural portal would open and get him back home.
It just didn’t say… when that portal would open.
But of course, it’ll be right in the middle of somebody’s store. Usually not an issue. Except again, this stupid city’s curses are attracted to his energy, so of course the store couldn’t be literally ANYTHING ELSE!
Danny glares at the stupid fricking sign and the stupid predictable pun and the stupid neon hand in the front window waving at him.
‘The Claire Witch Project: psychic, medium, and Claire-voyant’
Danny is on day three of simultaneously avoiding the entire building while remaining close enough he can be there when the portal forms.
He is dirty, tired, and running out of money. In short, Danny is starting to lose hope on this endeavor.
The worst part?
He has the perfect solution.
There’s a pathetic little piece of printer paper taped to the inside of the window.
‘Help wanted’
When he’d first gotten here, Danny had followed the infini-map all the way to this horrific city, seen the sign, and turned a quick 180. He’d rather die again thanks.
He’d smacked into two billboards just coming into the city, and there was literally no stars, why would he want to stay here till the portal opened when he could just find another?
Except.. Danny’s eye twitches dangerously as he thinks back on it- except there wasn’t another portal. This was it. For the foreseeable future, he either caught this portal or was stranded for whoever knows how much longer.
Danny sighs again and dreads his continued existence. He looks both ways on the street, takes a step forward, nearly gets run over, steps back, and turns for the nearest crosswalk.
Fine. He could follow rules if it meant increasing his chances of leaving.
He tries to hold in the sigh this time, he really does, he swears.
Not the one before he opens the shop door though, that sigh deserved freedom from his trials. It joins the myriad of whispy translucent shades lingering in the store. Because of course there was just enough spiritual energy in here for them to be visible to him.
“Hey there!” A girl in loose fitting colorful clothing appears from behind a corner, “I’m Claire! How can I help your life journey today?” He can see the way her bulky crystal hair accessories sway with her movements. What was he getting into here again?
Danny tries to ignore the incense shoving itself up his nose as he speaks, “Hey, I was…” He was really doing this huh? “Hoping that the help wanted position is still available?”
The girl looks him over as she moves to the back of the checkout counter. The clear observation makes him nervous, and he takes his hands out of his pockets to try and look marginally more… candidate-able.
“You have experience?”
“Sure d-“ He wants to throw up in his own mouth, ancients this is so cringe, just let him die, “Sure do!” He says through choked back vomit and false cheer, “I’m a…” -barf- “I’m a medium.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, you don’t need a uniform, I don’t need your size silly!”
Danny blinks. What? Also. What?
“Wait-I’m hired?”
Claire pauses from getting something from under the counter, “Didn’t I already say that?”
“Uh…” Danny’s eyes dart around the shop, “No?”
“Oh well, you are, you have the right vibes, don’t worry,” she slides a few papers onto the glass counter, and Danny is abruptly, horrifically reminded he has no legal documents to speak of here. He thinks. He hasn’t actually checked.
Crap.
“Of course, most of my clients pay in cash, so I’ll pay you in cash too just to make it easier, and any crystal sales I’ll just add to it. Sound good?”
“Sure?” Oh no, is this gonna be Danny’s first real job? “But I don’t know anything about crystals. I have a goth friend but she’s not into that stuff.”
Claire waves his comment away, “Oh no worries, I can leave a packet.”
Danny nods, “Thank- wait, sorry. Leave?”
Claire laughs, pulling out a bag from behind her counter, “Yes I leave for a trip in two days. Family things you know,”
Danny feels like his brain is being scrambled, “Oh, what, what happened? Is everything okay?”
Claire looks at him, blinking wide, “What? Why would anything have happened?”
“Because… you said, you were leaving for-“
“Just don’t want to get caught in a bad position, you know how it is.”
Some of the shades stir in the air, their misty movements twitching with agitation enough to draw his eye for a second.
“Right. Well I’m glad I came when I did then,” Danny says, because he still doesn’t want to be rude.
Claire smiles at him.
Danny pats his hands against his sides awkwardly, trying not to look up at the movement of the shades intertwined with incense smoke at the ceiling.
There’s a little jingle behind him, which he belatedly realizes is the door when Claire moves to greet them before he can even turn around.
“Ms. Jives! Wonderful to see you! How’s the goldfish?”
Ms. Jives turns out to be a slightly older woman, maybe early seventies with a cane but she looks good. The coffee brown hair is almost certainly a dye job but it frames her wrinkled face well.
“Oh Jim is lovely dear, much better this way, I bought him a new plant just the other day, he just loves it.”
“Good, here for your reading right?”
“I am! But you can finish up with your customer first if you need,” Ms. Jives says. Claire waves her concern away.
“No need, this is Danny, I just hired him, he has a similar mystical connection.”
“Oh that’s lovely,” Ms. Jives says as she passes by him, “Would you like to come with dear? Claire is going to do a reading for me.”
Danny grimaces, “Sure.”
In the end, by the time Ms. Jives makes it slowly to the back room, Danny is trying to think of where he’s gonna sleep tonight. He mostly zones out when Claire dims the lights and starts talking nonsense.
All he heard was “something something card, something something magician something reversed something something balance something something chihuahua.”
Ok, maybe he wasn’t listening. But he was trying to focus on not staring at the movement of the shades, and the incense was mega strong and Claire had some weird ass music playing. He’s almost certain she’s faking everything. Down to the atrociously bright bead earrings.
Danny sags when she finishes, all too happy to leave the weird little curtain covered room.
He stands in the front awkwardly while Ms. Jives pays, twiddling with the various crystals and trying to figure which ones are actually y’know.. mystical or whatever.
Answer? Surprisingly most of them. That he could tell, at least, but it’s not like he actually knows how to sense that out on purpose. He’s pretty sure a couple of the heart shaped rose quartzes are complete duds but what does he care.
He’s thoroughly bored by the time Claire calls him back over. Apparently to tell him that he’ll do a reading tomorrow.
“Tomorrow?!” Danny blurts, “Don’t you want to like- I don’t know, make sure I can- or like.. I don’t know, but tomorrow?”
Claire just smiles at him, “I believe you can handle it, trust me.”
‘Trust you? Lady, I just met you and you’ve been nothing but crazy the whole time!’ Danny wants to say, instead, he keeps his mouth shut and nods with what he’s sure is fear in his eyes.
Then she’s pressing something into his hands and when he looks down it’s a key. A key. There’s no way-
“So be here 9am sharp, Danny! You can open up and I’ll come in later!” Claire starts pushing him towards the door, “And Mr. Wayne should be waiting for you when you get here!”
Danny turns around to catch himself in the doorframe, “Mr who will be what now!? Wait, Ms. Claire, Ma’am- why-!” He stops to lower his volume and ask politely, “Why am I doing this? You don’t even know me,” Danny says, one leg still in the store.
Claire smiles, “Because the universe told me to silly! See you tomorrow! Here’s my number!” Then she slaps a sticky note to his chest with enough finality that Danny takes a step back. The door closes with a click and ring of the bell inside.
Danny stares at the door with his eye twitching for at least a minute.
What the hell did ‘the universe told me to’ even mean, you kook!?
Danny sighs and looks down at the sticky note, quickly inputting the number in his phone before something happens to it.
He’s barely hit save when he finally steps away from the shop front and…. is immediately drenched to the bone.
Because apparently it’d been pouring rain and he simply hadn’t noticed from under the awning.
He watches as blue ink slides off the sticky note in little sad face streaks.
Danny sighs.
#batman#danny phantom#batfam#danny fenton#dc#danny phantom crossover#batman and robin#bruce wayne#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#Richard Grayson#Timothy Drake#Damian wayne#Damian al Ghul#I need it to be explicitly clear that the girl is not wearing:hoop earrings#a hair wrap#belly dancing skirt#heavy makeup#she is very much kombucha-Yerba matte-cowry shell-rose quartz-meditation-spirituality-veggie life white girl psychic#okay#in no way does she emanate Romani psychic vibes#not because she’s culturally sensitive or anything- shes not -she’s just like this naturally#anyways#alfred pennyworth#Gotham#dpxdc#dp x dc#psychic Danny Fenton#this is a Constantine free post keep him out of this I’m sick of him and don’t want to hear about his loser personality
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1990 Phantom of the Opera!
#phantom of the opera fanart#phantom of the opera#phantom of the opera 1990#charles dance#character art#drawing#digital drawing#illustration#digital art#illustrator#character design#fanart#drawing illustration#fantasy illustration#opera#erik poto#poto#erik and christine
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horror sub-genres: musical
#yes the wickerman cant be included under musical they sing and even dance im counting it#horror sub-genres#musical horror#horror#horror movies#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#horror cinema#the rocky horror picture show#the nightmare before christmas#corpse bride#little shop of horrors#the lure#the phantom of the opera#repo the genetic opera#phantom of the paradise#deathgasm#rock n roll nightmare#sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street#stage fright#the strings#the happiness of the katakuris#rockula#the devil's carnival#anna and the apocalypse#suck#poultrygeist#cannibal! the musical
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My band put out a new EP. Sad ass songs man.
#indie music#Toronto indie rock#the brghtlights#phantom dancing#where we used to glow#Toronto music#upcoming artist#slowdive#the 1975#conor oberst#bright eyes#the cure#Spotify
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The JL thinks the Batfamily are either cyptids or supernatural creatures. One day after the ghost hero Phantom joins them, they decide to ask the dude what he thought.
Que Danny making a detailed description of what the Bats are and how they work. The JL then sees the ghost dude, talk to Batman without a care in the world.
Unknown to any of them, Danny and Bruce attended the same med school until Bruce dropped out. So he decides to prank them, with Bruce going along with his friend's antics.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom#bruce x danny#spirit halloween#Danny taught Bruce to pole dance#Selina was surprised by the show Bruce pulled#past Bruce x Selina#Barbara and Cassandra are Danny's favorite#Danny was taught healing magic by frostbite#Doctor Danny
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Dance break!!!
(Closeups under the cut)
Too lazy to make these gifs in better quality 😔
#dancing hcs but also not???#i did. the entirety of this while listening to bumblebee on loop#goro akechi#p5 joker#ren amamiya#yusuke kitagawa#makoto niijima#haru okumura#ryuji sakamoto#ann takamaki#futaba sakura#sumire yoshizawa#p5 morgana#persona 5#persona 5 royal#the gangs all here#phantom thieves#animation#ink flows
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kiss. (Original by Gustav Klimt)
#my art#phantom of the opera#the phantom of the opera#charles dance#cherik#phanart#yeston and kopit phantom#christine daae
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The Prophecy by Taylor Swift (2024) / Phantom of The Opera at the Royal Albert Hall (2011) / Phantom of the Opera (1990) / Takarazuka Y&K's Phantom (2004) / The Phantom of the Opera (1962) / The Phantom of the Opera (1989) / The Phantom of the Opera (2004) / Phantom Of The Paradise (1974) / Phantom Of The Opera (1943) / Love Never Dies (2012) / The Phantom of the Opera (1925)
And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates
#Can someone let this bitch be happy for once in his life?#poto#the phantom of the opera#phantom of the opera#christine daae#erik#yeston and kopit phantom#takarazuka phantom#the phantom of the opera 1990#The phantom of the opera 2004#the phantom of the opera 1943#the phantom of the opera 1925#the phantom of the opera 1989#the phantom of the opera 1962#love never dies#poto 90's miniseries#erik carriere#sierra boggess#ramin karimloo#teri polo#charles dance#hanafusa mari#wao youka#man that's a lot of tags#if you are reading this hi <3 ily#herbert lom#heather sears#robert englund#gerard butler#emmy rossum
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ember mclain break dancing to distract danny?
Distraction successful, lol honestly I'd imagine Ember And Danny have a ton of music and dancing related contests along with the normal fights.
#digital drawing#digital illustration#digital painting#danny phantom#danny fenton#ember mclain#underground fighter danny#underground fighter#underground dancer lol#does danny always have to wear no shirt... no but will i do it anyway... yes#ember's fire hair#dance battle#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#answered asks
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The Phantom of the Opera (1990)
Monsieur. MONSIEUR. As someone doomed by the narrative, you have no right to be that precious. A lot of people will get hurt.
Vlad, how dare you put me through this. Je ne vais pas bien, pas du tout !
I talked about this adaptation here.
More Phantom: Cowboy (Cowcat?) Phantom, the Persian, Erik and his stuff.
#phantom of the opera#poto#erik poto#poto 1990#charles dance#cherik#cats#artists on tumblr#cats of tumblr#art
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Christine: If I sing for you, will you grant me a favor? Erik: No. Christine: Why? Erik: Because you must sing for love and joy, not for gain. I will grant you a favor regardless of what you do.
— The Phantom of the Opera 1990 miniseries
#phantom of the opera#the phantom of the opera#poto#love#poto 1990#poto erik#romance#lovesick#erik carriere#charles dance#cherik poto#your yandere
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I got inspired by the winner takes it all by ABBA, if you saw the movie you ll know
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phantomchiki
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Couldn't finish them in time for the last day of College Trio Month, but that's not going to stop us from drawing them disasters 💚
Work in progress!
#collegetriomonth2024#collegetriomonth#danny phantom#vlad masters#maddie fenton#jack fenton#dancing#traditional art#black and white#WIP#art#my art#fanart#my fanart#my danny phantom#2024
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What's the dumbest way to expose your secret ID
Fun Dip (the freaking candy)
That's how.
Look Danny had no idea he had a specific dance he did when he got the chance to eat Fun Dip. And its not his fault it got banned in Amity Part something about it being too reactive with Ecto. So on the rare chance that Danny got the chance to eat it he made sure to enjoy It with every molecule of his body.
How was he supposed to know that it was so recognizable.
He was out on patrol in Gotham as his whole family had moved there to avoid the chaos unfolding in Amity a few weeks ago. About a week after he got to Gotham he contacted the bats and asked if he could patrol the Narrows as it was almost if not worse than Crime Alley. He was question to the brink of wondering if he could go all Dan on them.
But in the end he managed to convince them with the expectation that he would reconvene at the the end of patrol in one of the roofs, with at least on of the Bats.
So this what he had been doing, and every time he went there he was greeted with an (late? early? before dusk?) snack by the bat that was waiting for him. Usually Nightwing and Robin, with Mars or milky ways, or Batman with a protein bar. He met red hood when he thew a watermelon at him and a shout of "EAT IT OR ELSE" Danny thought it was funny how he showed he cared (somewhat). A few nights a go Danny almost got a heart attack from Batgirl and Spoiler bringing boba tea.
And now he had his absolute favorite snack of all Fun dip, but right after he took the fist scoop Red Robin said 'Danny?'
#dc x dp#dpxdc#danny phantom#Tim and danny go to the same class#Danny does the gremlin dance#Danny w fun dip: My precious
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