#showcase skills

[theswedishpajas]

I'm still alive and making art despite my silence the past while- Here's the result of the horrible cold I've had the past couple weeks, you should be fed for another month at least with this, methinks. Version without the text and glow, plus the inspo under the cut

[apolaskiart]

So what do you get if you combine ep. 43 of ouaw (!minor spoilers) and a hyperfixation for another piece of media (disco elysium)? Trick question, Kremy is still jealous.

[dyke-o-matic]

So you saw fell in love with Lily Gladstone in Killers of the Flower Moon and now you want her on your screen as much as possible? I’m here to help.

Certain Women directed by Kelly Reichardt

This was the first time I saw Lily Gladstone in anything and I screamed about her specifically for days. The film is segmented into three stories about women living in the northwestern plains region of the US. All three segments are good, but Lily Gladstone’s is by far my favorite. She plays a ranch hand who starts sitting in on a night school law class when she develops a crush on the teacher, played by (bonus!) Kristen Stewart.

Certain Women is streaming on The Criterion Channel, AMC+, and Kanopy (Kanopy is free!). It is also available to rent on the major platforms.

The Unknown Country directed by Morrisa Maltz

This movie is stunning. Think Nomadland but even more stripped down. Lily Gladstone plays a character on a roadtrip to reunite with her estranged family after the death of her grandmother. Along the way she tries to learn more about who her grandmother was in life and reconnect with her memory. A lot of the film is unscripted, and breathtaking shots of the western US landscape punctuate the brief encounters she has at each stop on her journey.

The Unknown Country is available to rent on the major platforms such as Apple TV, Amazon, and YouTube.

Quantum Cowboys directed by Geoff Marslett

This one’s for the multiverse fans. A really fun romp that might make your head hurt if you think about it too hard. Lily Gladstone plays a character in the 1870’s southwest who encounters a pair of travelers stuck in a time loop (sort of). She enlists their help (sort of) in a plan to recover land that was taken from her and in return helps them in their attempt to break their cycle. Most of the film is rotoscope animation, so it’s a completely different type of a performance from Lily Gladstone. I had the extraordinary luck of meeting her at a festival screening last year and they said it was such a fun deviation from their usual hyper realistic work.

Quantum Cowboys is available to rent on major platforms such as Apple TV, Amazon, and YouTube.

Fancy Dance directed by Erica Tremblay

The most recent Lily Gladstone film to blow me away, and maybe my favorite film of 2023. Lily Gladstone plays a character who has been trying to find her missing sister while simultaneously providing care for her sister’s daughter. When it appears she may lose custody, the two hit the road to search for the teen’s mother. It’s sad and sweet and beautiful. I have to warn that the subject matter is heavy and all too real but that’s why it’s an important story. It’s about something that is so pervasive, yet people outside of the community affected turn a blind eye to it.

Fancy Dance can be seen in select theaters and is now streaming on Apple TV+. Erica Tremblay previously directed Lily Gladstone in the short film Little Chief, which can be found on Vimeo.

[dyinggirldied]

Welcome to The Infinite Horror Game

been binging on those mc stuck in horror reality/game/show/etc and has to solve case to survive (supernatural horror app actor, congratulations on your successful escape, i became a god in horror game, etc.) so buckle up your seatbelt.

Danny wakes up in a strange room with many others, who are panicking while a robotic female voice announcing their tasks.

Danny checks for his powers and grins. He teams up with an older boy, whose hair is streaking with some white and eyes as green as his power.

[againstthegrainphoto]

Karts being v normal with Garth and Borgy.

Get you someone who looks at you like Garth and karts look at each other?

[windydrawallday]

WHAT?! Is the anniversary of Bionicle?

And here I am, without much to share visually AAAAAA BUT HEY! I decided to compile my fav bunch of art I did during those years of the Reboot/G2 that made me rediscover such a cool franchise (and the last artworks are two of the most modern ones).

Plus, I can really say that without these art experimentations, I wouldn't have developed so many of my modern rendering techniques!

So, cheers to it and everyone that keeps enjoying it and/or found a muse in it like I did x)

This brand too has the privilege of being my true first robot hell bahaha

[omegalerc]

the exploitation of omegas worker clause needs to be reviewed and revisited bc why would they rent him out like this online.

[novelconcepts]

One of the things I love most about Yellowjackets is how it shows the natural oscillation people will slip into in times of crisis, revolving from person to person in a desperate bid for someone to help them survive a hellish situation. They start, naturally, with Ben: the only adult in the room. And, when he starts to fail them, they glance off of Jackie--who is processing her own terror and grief in ways that do not serve the hive team, so who's next? Lottie, of course! Lottie, who has visions, who seems to just know things, who feels preternaturally powerful in a place where less and less makes sense, where starvation is hollowing both body and mind. And when Lottie tries to shuffle backward away from this, because she is unwell, because she does not want their obsessive focus, because she never really wanted it--who's next? Natalie. Natalie, who has been the steadfast foil to Lottie's ethereal tendencies. Natalie, who fixes what she can whenever she can: be it gathering Travis' father's ring, or making maps, or bringing back game. Natalie, who is solid as the ground--or so it seems. Not because she actually is, just like Lottie is not a true messiah, just like Jackie is not innately more capable due to her captainship, just like Ben is not necessarily going to save anyone just because he's over 21. But because the girls need someone. They need to fixate to stay alive. They need a leader, because that gives them someone to look to, not because the leader will actually make a real difference.

So: if Natalie starts to show cracks...of course they'll turn on her. Of course they will. It's only natural to seek out someone, anyone, who might save you. No wonder they build a religion. No wonder they need a queen.

Heavy be the head that wears that goddamn crown. Always.

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[greenleaf4stuff]

In Convenience - Chapter 5, part 3

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage to marriage of love AU, post story snippet 5, part 3. Celebrimbor and Gil-Galad continue to welcome the guests. The smith is delighted to see his neighbors from Khazad-Dum again. When Adar ends up joining the group, an unexpected item helps to avoid hightened tensions - and showcases the affection between the two spouses.

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience" and "In Convenience")

This was just very lovely and cute to write, the interactions between these characters were unexpectedly fun and sweet, to the point it almost wrote itself. Also, the 'item' hinted at above is something I had wanted to write about for quite some time now. :) Enjoy! <3

Once Oropher and Thranduil had concluded their conversation with Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor, more and more guests began to arrive and came to greet the latter two. Delegations of elves, men and even dwarves had followed the invitiation, most of them either curious or skeptical. What united them almost unanimously, however, were their open relief and delight at the defeat of Sauron.

It also seemed that once they saw Celebrimbor’s obvious happiness, and how his city showed all the signs of prospering in the aftermath of Sauron’s brief reign of terror, they were becoming somewhat convinced that the marriage, too, was worth celebrating.

One of the more openly questioning groups happened to be a delegation of neighbors and friends that Celebrimbor was particularly delighted to see.

"Prince Durin, Princess Dísa, Narvi! Welcome to Ost-In-Edhil," the elf greeted them with open joy, and was quite elated when the the latter came over and readily took Celebrimbor’s hands in his own to squeeze them. The elf returned the pressure with a wide smile. Even with his magnificent beard, it was clear Narvi was returning it with an equally bright one.

Before the elf knew it, the other had dragged him down and pulled Celebrimbor into a powerful, heartfelt hug. It made the Lord of Eregion realize how long the two of them hadn’t seen each other, and under what circumstances. He returned the embrace readily as a result.

"It is so good to see you," he said, and felt his frame shake as Narvi patted his back. He didn’t mind it in the least. "I had feared for you and your people, after Durin told me about the dwarven rings."

"Hmpf. As you can see, I am alive and well," Narvi replied. "Though your concern honors you."

He drew back and held onto Celebrimbor’s shoulders as he studied him. His gaze quickly turned approving. "You look very well, my friend. I, too, had feared the worst when news reached to us that Sauron had taken hold of Eregion," a long pause. "And that you’d been wed to an orc-"

"Uruk," Celebrimbor gently corrected, unable to help himself. It had become second nature to him, the way it was for Adar. One might claim the two of them had already begun to rub off on each other, which...likely wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

Narvi paused, but did not try to rebuke Celebrimbor. "Uruk, then. Still. A political marriage while they were right at the gates of your city, you can’t fault a dwarf for worryin’."

"If I could fault you for anything, Narvi, I have yet to discover it," the elven smith replied, and chuckled at Narvi’s fond eyeroll. "Your concern is much appreciated. Thankfully, it is unnecessary – I am indeed quite well. Splendid, even. More so, I imagine, once the hustle and bustle of today has passed."

The other gave him an understanding look and nodded, but then seemed to remember something and released Celebrimbor to step back. As he half-turned, Prince Durin and his wife Dísa came into view.

"We will continue to speak more, my friend, later on," the dwarf promised, before he bowed lightly and stepped back to let his prince come closer. Celebrimbor caught Durin and Gil-Galad throwing each other meaningful glances that the smith couldn’t hope to parse, and so he simply shrugged inwardly and fully turned his attention to the dwarven royalty in front of him.

"Prince Durin," Celebrimbor greeted, then turned to the dwarf’s wife. "Princess Dísa. It is good to see you. You, Dísa, look lovely as always."

And indeed, the princess had either changed before stepping in front of Celebrimbor and Gil-Galad, or she had been dressed quite elaborately for her journey. Her dress was beautifully made, shining like rare metals from the depth of the Misty Mountains, adorned with gemstones and jewels, gold dust in her hair, on her eyes, cheeks, and fingers. She shone preciously, even more so as she smiled at him, and he told her as much.

She chuckled and tried to wave him off. "Oh, quit it with the compliments, you’ll turn your husband jealous. Or mine," she joked, then came close and also gave him a hug while laughing warmly. "Narvi’s right, you look much better than we dared to hope for!"

Celebrimbor flustered, a little, but also laughed and returned her hug, mindful not to accidentally undo Dísa’s beautifully done hair; he could only guess how much time and how many people it must have taken to make it look like a piece of art, because it did.

When she drew back, she studied his chest and then her eyes widened excitedly. "That is the Sirannon, and the end of the embroidery there, isn’t it? And the Doors of Durin," her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him. "What a wonderful choice for your garment."

Celebrimbor’s smile was a little proud, perhaps, and certainly wide enough to almost split his face in two. "I’d hoped you and your people might approve. We are neighbors, after all – good ones, or so I should hope. I wish to pick up and continue the collaboration between our people, and honor it to the best of my abilities, as soon as possible."

"Don’t you worry about that, elf," Prince Durin replied from the side, and Celebrimbor straightened to incline his head in respect at the redhead. The other returned the gesture, both to the Lord of Eregion and the High King of the Elves. "Now that the lyin’, deceivin’, good-for-nothin’ Lord of Falsehoods is gone, we will be quick to restore our previous trust, I am sure. If only because Elrond would surely subject me to his blasted doe eyes if we didn’t."

He was audibly joking, and smirked as he said his words, but also couldn’t help and curse Sauron in khuzdul afterwards. While Gil-Galad seemed quite content not to know what the dwarven prince was saying, Celebrimbor wasn’t afforded such a mercy, and he wheezed in his attempt not to laugh at Durin’s language.

"Sorry. I tend to forget Narvi taught you," Durin replied, though there was very little sheepishness to his words. He threw a sidelong glance at Dísa. "And this one, too. Elrond tells me you know how to curse in khuzdul now?"

Remembering his outburst at Adar’s camp – the one he hoped Elrond had not translated and retold to Gil-Galad in full –, the elf scratched the back of his neck and looked to the side for a moment, visibly caught, before he turned back to the dwarves. "I assure you, it wasn’t your lovely wife who taught me these words," Celebrimbor looked at Dísa, who smirked at him, emboldening him to add, "Or, rather. Not all of them."

They shared some laughter among each other. "I couldn’t have known you’d actually use any of it," Dísa defended, though her husband looked more approving than anything.

She stepped forward to touch Celebrimbor’s arm then, and her gaze grew unexpectedly soft. He was quick to pay attention as a result. "So, Celebrimbor. I know this is a feast to celebrate the peace, but there is another matter as well," her eyes seemed to bore into his, despite her light tone and easy smile. "How is the marriage? Are you as content as the occasion makes it seem?"

There were a few hidden questions, tucked safely into the corners of what she had asked – whether he was happy, if he was safe, if this was truly what he wanted or if he was merely doing his duty to the elven people.

It warmed his heart to witness her concern, even diplomatically voiced as it was. As he glanced at Durin, the prince wore a frown, much more plainly displaying his doubts than his wife did. Gil-Galad, notably, had been quietly observing the situation, sipping on some tea and holding himself back.

Perhaps, the interaction between him and Durin concerning that large stone table was still at the forefront of his mind. The thought brought a bit of mirth to the smith; Elrond had taken much delight in gossiping to Celebrimbor about the real nature of the dispute after the fact.

He gently put his hand onto Dísa’s shoulder, and let his own expression turn soft with open affection he thought of Adar, and how he felt whenever he was with his husband.

"I assure you, Lady Dísa, I couldn’t be happier with my lot. The circumstances of my marriage and subsequent partnership with Adar might have been unusual. But the victory achieved, we all achieved together. And both our feelings for one another are genuine. It’s not merely a political match – we have grown quite fond of each other."

He grinned and winked at his last words. Dísa’s bright laughter in response broke whatever tension had fallen over them.

"Now then, that does sound very promising indeed," she replied, and patted his arm. "You should come visit us. Maybe we’ll have more time to speak then. I’d certainly like to hear all about what happened to you. Must have been quite the experience, from what Elrond told us already."

"Oh, you have no idea," Celebrimbor replied. "I will make sure to visit you again soon, once all of this," he indicated Eregion at large, "has been taken care of. Speaking of which, how have things been in Khazad-Dum? Have they- improved?"

His question was asked haltingly, and the elf couldn’t help but fiddle with the braided ring on his finger as he brought it forth. He wanted to hear news from the dwarven kingdom, but he also feared what his friends might tell him; about the corrupted rings and their effects, especially. The fact that Narvi, Durin and Dísa had been so elated to see him was already more than he deserved, in his opinion.

Dísa kept her smile, but it visibly became a little strained as she grew more serious, and turned towards her husband, who readily stepped closer and regarded Celebrimbor. Instead of appearing angry or dismayed, his expression was wry more than anything else.

"Yeah, well. About that," he seemed a bit sheepish, causing Celebrimbor to blink in confusion. "Let’s just say I might have temporarily lost my place as heir apparent when I took a fist to my father’s face, knocked him out cold, and threw his ring down the deepest shaft I could find."

He said it with a mix of pride, defiance and embarrassment that gave Celebrimbor almost as much whiplash as the prince’s words had done. He heard Gil-Galad quietly choke on his tea, and needed a moment to fully grasp the other’s meaning.

"You. You punched your own father? King Durin III?" The smith raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Things must have been truly dire for the prince to do so; he might not always see eye-to-eye with his father, from Celebrimbor had witnessed, but deep down Prince Durin held plenty of respect for his king – adored him, frankly, from what Dísa had spilled in conversations between the two of them.

She nodded, gravely, and threw her husband a disapproving glance. "He did. At least he didn’t do it in public but, word got out anyways," the way she looked at Celebrimbor clearly said, 'Can you believe this hotheaded fool?'

The smith was torn between wanting to point out that the rings had indeed been far more dangerous than even Durin could have forseen, and agreeing that perhaps, stealing or wresting the ring from the dwarven king might have been the preferable option.

His eyebrows were raised in worry as he asked, "A-and. How is your father now?" He blanched. "You’ve not been cast out from your people, or your home, surely?"

The prince was quick to wave him off, while Dísa reassured him by rubbing his arm and giving him a firm headshake. A weight slid off Celebrimbor’s shoulders. "Nah, nothin’ like that. He was rightly pissed, declared I wasn’t his heir anymore and gave me the cold shoulder for a bit. But, I think ever since the rings ‘ave been gone, he’s slowly come back to his senses."

He shrugged. "He’s still mad about the punch itself, but I think he can understand where I came from."

Dísa nodded. "We need to give it time. King Durin’s got other things to deal with, for now, anyways," she was obviously reluctant to worry Celebrimbor even further, but then sighed and admitted, "We suspect there might be another...problem. Down in the depths of the mountain. We’re not quite sure what yet, but there have been rather ominous rumblings, and reports of fireshine from down below. We have been halting a lot of our mining, and even prospecting for new veins, as a result."

"That sounds quite foreboding," the elf agreed, feeling troubled by her words. "Don’t get me wrong, I am very glad to hear the rings have been taken care of. But this new potential threat...is there anything I can do to help?"

Durin’s smile was wry, while Dísa’s was bright.

"Nothin’ concrete yet, but we appreciate the offer," the prince said. "My father wants to exercise utmost caution – his words, not mine. We’ll have to see how that works out, for now."

"Of course," Celebrimbor replied, and bowed just a little. "You are not just allies, but neighbors and most importantly, friends. I would be happy to assist you."

"Perhaps me and my people might be of help here," came a voice from the far corner of the hall. Celebrimbor looked up to see Adar come in from the hallway, some of his uruk in tow, though they were careful to keep their distance from the dwarves. Adar inclined this head to Durin and Dísa, before he stepped up to Celebrimbor’s side. The elf held his breath, trying to gauge how the delegation from Khazad-Dum might react.

Adar, however, continued to speak – and looked at the dwarves evenly. "My children are able to navigate the dark with ease. They can also dig tunnels and climb quite well. Maybe they might aid your people in any excursions down into the depths of the mountain; if there should be remnants of something truly evil there, they would be able to sense and help identify it."

There was a heavy pause after he had made his offer; both Durin and Dísa had been visibly more alert since Adar had announced his presence. While Dísa merely looked cautious, but was trying to subtly keep an eye on the other, Durin was openly scowling at him. Adar, for his part, did not give away much through his body or expression, appearing serious but not tense.

Except for the fact that Celebrimbor make out how his husband had pressed his thumb to his wedding ring, judging by how he held his right hand. The elf suspected the uruk was itching to have his broadsword – not because he expected to use it, but because he’d often grasped it in the past when he had needed something to ground himself, from what Celebrimbor had witnessed.

He could see Dísa chance a glance at her husband, raise her eyebrows, and hurry to try and find both a smile and a polite answer to Adar’s words, while Durin opened his mouth to retort and squared his shoulders in a way that did not bode well.

The smith could hear Gil-Galad stepping over, perhaps to intervene, and Celebrimbor too was quick to put a hand onto Adar’s arm in preparation to utter his support of his husband’s idea.

However, neither of them were as fast as Narvi.

"That is a fine piece of work," he remarked, audibly impressed. When the Lord of Eregion and the others looked over, the dwarven smith had his gaze fixed on Adar’s cuirass. Celebrimbor blinked, and saw Dísa and Durin both halt, then take a closer look at the armor as well.

Celebrimbor felt himself preen, just a little, raising to his full height at the praise, for it was likely in part addressed towards him.

As he’d promised the other, back when Adar decided against wearing a traditional robe for the festivities, the elf had taken the uruk to his new forge a few times during the late hours of the evening. His assistants thankfully had been aware enough to busy themselves with projects on the far side of the smithy, while Adar took off his cuirass and allowed the elf to work on it.

They both had decided to leave the blackened color of the metal as it was, but wherever there were rust or holes, the smith had taken to the armor and patched it up. He’d decided to deliberately not try and make the metal he used fit in, but rather gone and done it by the way of the uruk. That was, he let his own additions be visibly new, and different from the rest.

Adar’s armor was now flecked with silvery patches of metal, which from a distance looked like stars in the night sky. The bigger parts, Celebrimbor made to be less shiny, and had decided to adorn with some subtle designs instead.

The rim of Adar’s gorget, for example, was now decorated with a fine line of subtle, beautiful holly leaves and sage blossoms, interwoven amongst each other in muted silver. There had also been a large hole in his chest armor, near the uruk’s stomach, which had been fixed and adorned with a constellation of the night sky over Eregion, an eight-pointed star as its center piece.

It was indeed a rather fine piece of work, if Celebrimbor might say so himself. Such praise from another smith meant a lot to him.

"Thank you, my lord," this was Adar, who had gone so far as to incline his head in gratitude at Narvi. Celebrimbor felt warmth swell in his chest as the uruk continued. "My husband was kind enough to repair parts of my armor as a second wedding present."

And then he turned and looked at Celebrimbor, gaze softening. "The first being the reforged crown of Morgoth – remade as the sword which helped us kill the Deceiver," with those words, he turned back to the dwarves.

While Durin looked quite stunned, Dísa was once again smiling and looking to be more at ease, while Narvi was nodding in obvious approval.

"No need to call me lord – Adar, right?" Narvi said, and bowed slightly. "The name’s Narvi. I’m a smith, much like your Celebrimbor," he smirked.

Celebrimbor could see just the hint of a grin on Adar’s lips as the uruk looked back at the dwarf, and then also bowed just a little. "Adar is correct. My children refer to me as Lord Father of the Uruk, but Adar is the only name and title I require."

He turned and bowed to Durin and Dísa as well. "Forgive my manner of introduction. I could not help but overhear your...plight."

While she still looked just a little apprehensive, Dísa was quick to smile brightly at the acknowledgement by the other, and curtsied in response to his words. "It’s alright. I am Dísa, and this," she proceeded to subtly elbow her husband in the side, who shook himself from his frozen state and begrudgingly bowed a little as well. "Is Durin IV, son of Durin III and Crown Prince of Khazad-Dum. Though the title might be in question, at the current moment at least." The last sentence was said in wry humor.

"It is a pleasure, and an honor, to make your aquaintance," the uruk replied, voice genuine and wholly without any audible caveats, which was a relief. Celebrimbor knew his husband was just as interested in trying to create a lasting peace between uruk and dwarves as Celebrimbor, Gil-Galad and Elrond were, but he also knew Adar would not accept any ill words or insults to be spoken about his children.

It was a fine line to walk, but one they had seemingly managed not to stray from, at least so far.

Durin’s gaze was still assessing, but between Narvi’s open curiosity and Dísa’s attempts at a polite, diplomatic conversation, nevermind Adar’s proposition, he eventually deflated and merely asked, "So, about that offer you made just now. You serious?"

Adar nodded, "Absolutely. My hope is that, between elven records, my children’s skills and your hospitality and equipment, we might find a solution to your problem – and perhaps, a first step towards a future collaboration between our people."

This time, Celebrimbor did not have to hold his breath, as Durin hummed and nodded in reply. Celebrimbor and Dísa threw each other hopeful smiles, and when the smith turned to his High King, he too looked to be slightly optimistic, at least.

[starry-bi-sky]

clone danny's accident in the clone^2 au

Im thinking about clone^2 danny's accident in this au. he doesn't have his halfa powers in this au. He has his scary eyes and the ghost sense and the ability to see ghosts - kinda takes up a psychopomp role with his ghost cases - and enough ectoplasm to trigger the ghost defenses in his parents' house. But he doesn't have his ghost powers or his ghost half. He's just very strongly liminal.

And im just mmmmm thinking about how that came to be. When I originally made the clone danny au back in the summer i couldn't think of how he had his accident without putting him inside the portal, and I couldn't put him inside the portal and have it turn on and then just say "oh! he doesn't have any powers. he got hit with the full concentrated power of the sun a dimension with just a scratch"

like - like i can't do it. i just can't. i need some plausibility in my aus or i hit road blocks and can't continue (see: my jason variant au and why that took so long to post). but i was at work today thinking about clone^2 au and it hit me like a lightning shot. I think said in the original clone danny post that maybe he got electrocuted by the on button on the outside of the portal. But i was never really satisfied with that answer - it felt too placeholder-y to me. too simple. Less plausible to me than I liked.

so, solution: he still gets shocked by the portal outside, but its from a wiring issue that he spots outside of the portal. My first thought is; the portal had a wire that was unplugged. His parents, essentially, forgot to plug it in. Or maybe in all of their excitement they accidentally unplugged it and didn't notice. It just sounds like the right amount of cartoonishly silly that the Fentons are known for. "We put a second "on" button in the inside portal" -> "we forgot to plug it in"

Danny notices it while he's showing Sam and Tucker around the lab and the two of them are checking out the portal. Something caught his eye from the corner and while Sam and Tucker were talking, he went over to investigate. If this were canon, this would be just before Sam tells him to put on the hazmat suit and go into the portal so she can get a photo (iirc). (So he's currently in reg clothes)

And im imagining it as slightly off to the side. Its two black cords - an extension cord to the outlet and then the cord to the portal. and danny crouches down over it, frowning. his eyes follow the cord to the outlet, and then the cord to the portal, and he picks both up.

'did they forget to plug it in?' he thinks, turning his head to look at the portal's entrance. and logically he knows he should probably put the cords down and tell his parents, let them handle it since they have the expertise for this stuff. But...

his eyes draw back to the plug. it's just a plug. it'd be fine if he plugged it in, wouldn't it? surely, it'd be fine. he thinks about it for a moment.

he plugs it in.

immediately, the energy that had been building up slowly through the wires of the portal - the latent ectoplasm in the room being funneled through whatever tech his parents used to make it - goes through the cord. Like a dam bursting. In a flash, the portal turns on with a worrying bang.

At the same time, Danny is hit with a near-lethal amount of electricity. While not as agonizing as being inside the portal, danny still mentally checks out with pain. and he blacks out. when he comes to, he's laying on his back, still in the lab, with sam and tucker kneeling over him. they're talking - probably yelling, with panicked looks on their faces.

He can't hear a thing they're saying, his ears are full of the overly rapid, irregular beating of his heart and the pounding of his blood. His chest hurts like he's having a heart attack, and he grasps at his shirt as his breathing comes in short, labored.

"Hospital" he wheezes out, and sam gets up and sprints out of the lab upstairs. everything else feels like a blur - his parents and jazz are by him - his parents completely ignoring their swirling, working portal, someone's calling 911, danny's being loaded onto a stretcher with an oxygen mask over his face.

danny gets discharged from the hospital a week later, and sick leave from school for another two. his parents refuse to allow him back into the lab, stating it was too dangerous, and their work comes to near grinding stop to watch over him. It's honestly kinda sweet, but the hovering is annoying him - stubborn, independent teenager that he is. When he gets back to school he's still relatively sat out for phy.ed - he's been getting random heart palpitations (which had been at its worst when he was still on sick leave) and what the doctors think is a strange case of arrhythmia. Although Danny insists that he's fine - he's breathing, alive. Nothing feels wrong with him.

Then one day in class, Tucker turns to him to say something - a joke -and yelps - "your eyes!"

Danny on instinct turns his head to the window, frowning. And in the faded reflection, his eyes are burning shade of green like that of the portal. He blinks, breathing in sharply, and they're back to the his old bright blue.

Unfortunately, they're in english class, and the entire room was staring at them. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Foley?" Mr. Lancer asks from the front. Tucker is still wide-eyed and in shock, and he looks quickly between Danny and Lancer.

"I- no, um- Danny's eyes- they- were, um..." He looks panicked, confused.

Danny steps in, and leans over to Tucker. "I think he just spooked himself, Mr. Lancer." He says, looking frontward with his brows furrowed. "Sorry, it won't happen again."

Mr. Lancer looks unconvinced, and suspicious, but he lets it lie. "Are you feeling alright then, Mr. Fenton? Do you need to see the nurse?" It wasn't a secret to the school or student body that he'd been to the hospital from a lab accident - and that it'd resulted in heart problems that he was recovering from.

Danny grins at him, and pounds his chest lightly, "I'm fit as a fiddle, Mr. Lancer. No heart attacks here." He jokes, and leans back into his seat. Mr. Lancer stares, eyes squinty, and then returns to the lesson.

It keeps happening. Danny's eyes turn green at the most random of times, and the three of them begin wittling down what was causing it. In general, Danny's eyes were turning green whenever he was engrossed with something, or when he got emotional - when he was laughing, angry, upset, anything. Sometimes it resulted in heart palpitations, sometimes it didn't.

his ears were hurting too, aching, like when they were cold. Danny wakes up one morning and spends twenty minutes in the bathroom turning his head left and right - his ears were beginning to point. Sam thought it was cool - Danny just thought it was concerning.

He was seeing things too - apparently. He struck up a conversation with someone on the street once - a strange looking man who looked terribly pale and wore old clothes. He looked delighted to be talking to Danny - and then Sam and Tucker walked up to him and asked who he was talking to.

("What do you mean? I'm talking to him.") ("Danny, there's no one there.") ("What?")

After multiple instances of this, they configure that the accident had given Danny some sort of ability to see ghosts.

("So you're meta now?") ("Mm... I don't know. That doesn't feel right.") ("Oh come on, that basically fits the name to a tee!") ("I know, but I just- it doesn't feel right to call myself meta.") ("If you don't like meta, why not just call yourself liminal? Since the portal is supposed to access the afterlife and it gave you powers to see ghosts.") ("Huh, good idea, Sam. Liminal it is, then.")

And as time goes on - and his parents begin to catch and experiment on ghosts - danny adjusts to these weird new abilities. It's not so bad, he supposes, its just some creepy eye magic and a ghost sense. He can live with that, and no one needed to know. He could go back to being normal - right. ...Wrong.

Do his parents really have to catch ghosts?

plus additional sketch that i made at like 3am last night because i needed to draw it down -- aha ignore the inconsistent drawing ability that i have. i'm more of a writer than i am an artist.

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#24.1 Grace vs Endorsi

"Five minutes. Start!" Dan cheered as he dropped a wrinkled paper.

The moment it touched the floor, a flurry of wind swept through the training ground as Endorsi narrowed the distance between them.

Grace blocked her kick with his shinsu-reinforced arm while manipulating the wave to lessen the impact.

That seemed to have taken Endorsi by surprise, so he took that chance to grab her leg and slam her to the floor with controlled strength.

If it had been the Endorsi that he knew, she would use her needle to break free from his grip and perform a few backflips so that she wouldn't hit the ground. However, this Endorsi hadn't mastered that reflex yet.

She did, however, roll sideways and aim to tackle his foot right after. Grace jumped and summoned his wings out of reflex, then let the wings disperse away. He thought that keeping the spar close-combat would be the best choice to bring out the best of her abilities.

Endorsi twisted and aimed another kick. At the same time, he felt a small movement from behind him. He moved slightly to dodge and a needle flew past his arm.

Endorsi tsked, but she was smirking. "To think that you were able to dodge that. Impressive."

"Hm? What do you mean?" Grace pretended to be confused, but his face must've shown the truth.

Endorsi sneered and flung another kick. "So that's how you're going to play it."

They proceeded to trade blow after blow, fiercer and faster, displaying their best close-combat skills. Dan and Gyetang cheered for Endorsi everytime she went on the offensive.

Given enough time, he was sure Endorsi could figure something out on her own to improve her skills. Currently she just needed some battle experience; the reflex and agility, the skill to read and predict.

Grace refrained from using bangs to attack her directly, but he did use them to block her needles, with a maximum of two bangs at a time. If it weren't for the barrier surrounding the training area, their floating ship would've had some major dents and cracks from the blows.

An alarm rang, followed by "Time's up!" from Dan as he excitedly waved and crossed his arms above his head.

Grace jumped out of Endorsi’s attack range to stop their spar.

When Endorsi finally relaxed her stance, Grace smiled and bowed at her. "It was a good fight, thank you."

Endorsi took a moment to reply, not really returning the sentiment. "I guess." 

Grace knew he had hurt Endorsi's pride with that fight, but he wouldn't have done it any differently were he given the chance.

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