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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@omgnectarina
TODAY IT’S A GREAT DAY BECAUSE IT’S MARCH 15th THE DAY WHEN DENZEL CROCKER LOST HIS HAPPINESS AND IT’S ALSO ANNOY SQUIDWARD DAY
It’s also the day Marty McFly’s dad is murdered in the bad timeline
wow this is just a bad date in fiction
It’s the fucking Ides of March people. Todays the day Julius Caesar was stabbed like 23 times
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
Yesterday, Disney asked users on Threads to use Disney quotes to show how they are currently feeling. To say that this did not go according to Disney's plan would be an understatement 😂
They deleted the thread, but they should know that this doesn't help because now the videos are making their rounds 🤣😂
Ghost King Harem
So Danny has been the ghost king and ancient of space for a long time, like a long time. Sam, Val, Tucker, Dan, Dani and Jazz also became ancients.
In this AU when GIW managed to break the connection between their dimension and the Ghost Zone, leading to the collapse of their dimensions and its total destruction. Danny managed at the last moment to tear a hole in reality to the Zone and pull his classmates with him, along with Mr. Lancer.
The first few days were hard to say but time passed, his class became more and more liminal until it stopped aging, most of us becoming ghosts because they didn't die (except for the trio, Val and Jazz). Mr. Lancer becoming a librarian at the castle. Danny taking on the role of Ghost King so he could protect his friends, for politics, freeing Clockwork from the Observants (resulting in a very unfortunate fate for them).
And at some point along the way realizing to his horror that his subjects (not the ghosts who knew him before) thought his friends were his concubines, members of his harem (fortunately not Mr. Lancer, nor Dani or Dan since the two looked like him and were assumed to be his children and Jazz being known as his sister).
Since they had no obvious role in the eyes of the fiends and didn't seem to do anything obvious besides hanging around hell the King of the Infinite Realms still gave them his protection and indulged them with whatever they wanted, except for Val, Sam and Tucker who were obviously his legitimate wives (favorites).
And Dark Pariah himself had concubines before he was put in the coffin.
And his friends, like dramatic trolls who love chaos, took advantage of this and played the part, much to his horror.
Which leads to one of the Batkids (whoever you want, I was writing this thinking of Tim or Jason) ending up being sacrificed to be the wife of the Ghost King by a cult. One small problem was that the ritual was not a summoning one, and the batkid would be registered as a child/minor.
And since Danny had long installed a clause that would teleport a child sacrifice directly to his "harem" rooms, one specially arranged for when something similar happens over the years where the person is cared for by servants.
So the batkid will find himself experiencing something of a combination of horror and imperial harem drama of
Realizing that the Phantom King's favorites were allowed a lot of freedom, with the Queen of Thorns being able to disappear into a dimension for decades,without the King getting upset,to do with plants, the Pharaoh had allowed her to go anywhere she wanted whenever she wanted with the King's permission and had allowed her to get away with a lot of things.
Hell yeah! It's open to anyone who wants to write a fanfic using my prompt as inspiration! Just put a link in the comment so I can read it too or anyone who wants to!When I was thinking about it when I wrote the prompt that Batkid was like he'd show up in the harem wing and no one would notice him, like he'd treat them like they belonged there and not ask them what they were doing or why they were there other than deciding they were the new guys.
Which leaves a lot of juicy misunderstandings, especially from Batkid.
And that he wouldn't interact with Danny at all until later, and would just kind of find out from the portraits in the hallway, gossip and what he hears from the servants around and other members of the harem and deducing things himself.
Then maybe he'll take a picture with the King and his favorite members of the harem and his children (Danny, Sam, Val, Tucker, Jazz and Dan, Dani) and draw conclusions. And my ideas kind of stopped here. And my ideas kind of dried up here
I had eldirtch everlasting trio in mind when I drew this and wrote the prompt, Dani being inspired by The Collector from Owl House because I had no other idea how to do it. The whole idea of the prompt started when I was drawing a fan art with Everlasting Trio and Jason or Tim when I got an idea from the song Let's Us Adore You from Steven Universe for my AU Children of Time. (fan art that I gave up on because it wasn't coming out the way I wanted)
My intention was to create a simple storyboard, but I ended up making it look more like an animatic.
I’ve had this idea for a very long time, and I’m proud I was finally able to make it I love drawing these two sm!
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it would be funny putting these two together where Phantom can't use his powers.... and he demanding payment in return? hahaha not this btw. I had to follow the original Audio from the movie Sinbad.
This is fantastic.
AU where Shen Yuan is transmigrated in a no name NPC seer and with the combination of his novel knowledge and his new found powers accidentally becomes pretty powerful to where he has a target on his back. While his guard is down, he gets attacked and his soul binded to a crystal ball.
So now he's stuck inside a crystal ball, forced to prophesize for centuries against his will. Until the ball is lost somehow someway, and the next time he is awakened its been decades, and hes… face to face with the head disciple versions of the qing generation?!
I would love to see that. It’s the horror of instantly realizing that an ancient seer Knows You. That you are apparently going to be apart of something big enough that a sealed seer in a crystal ball knew of you Well before you were born. And he is annoyed to see you. I kinda want to see them freaking out over what he Could know.
I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon
StumbleUpon once sent me to a supercut of Lion King, Lion King 1 1/2, and Lion King II, the main edit being that the scenes of Lion King and Lion King 1 1/2 were interspersed so that they happened in the order they actually happened.
stumbleupon not existing anymore can be directly traced to a dramatic decline in my mental health, I could do a thesis on it.
bestie stumbleupon very much still exists its just called cloudhiker now. i use it all the time.
mini compilation of suggestions from the replies:
The Bored Button - "Press the Bored Button and be bored no more."
The Useless Web
Cloudhiker - "Discover the most interesting, weird and awesome websites of the Internet" (not really a rebrand, it's a different person running it but they have the same intention in mind)
Astronaut.io - "These videos come from YouTube. They were uploaded in the last week and have titles like DSC 1234 and IMG 4321. They have almost zero previous views. They are unnamed, unedited, and unseen (by anyone but you)."
Marginalia - "This is an independent DIY search engine that focuses on non-commercial content, and attempts to show you sites you perhaps weren't aware of in favor of the sort of sites you probably already knew existed."
Collabing with @anemicbunnicula again for part 2 of our LCF Big Bang project because I loved them and how they brings my figments of imagination to life.
Go read the fic, guys! I swear it’s an amazing read 😍😍😍😍😍😍
I’d love to read this story, if this is a scene that happens in the book it has my attention and interest. But first I would appreciate something.
Can you please tell us the name or give a link? 😅
MAN I WAS ALREADY NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME MAKING THIS BUT THEN I NEEDED TO CHANGE SOMETHING AND THIS PROMPT CAME UP WHEN I TRIED TO SAVE IT YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK I'll JUST DIE
HERE IT IS WITHOUT THE PROMPT IF ANYONE CARES
how did Klein fall in the river?
lampooning too hard and walked off the ledge (distracted)
road collapsed under him
Leonard gave him a friendly shove
pavement slippy :(
Protector of Ghosts
Even big scary ghosts need affection and emotional support.
[Image ID: A digital drawing of Danny Fenton in a hoodie looking murderous while gently cradling the face of a monstrous Phantom with one hand. Phantom's body is black and shadow-like with glowing neon green ribs, palms, eyes, mouth, ghostly tail and fire for hair. Phantom has four hands, three of which he is using to hold onto Danny, and the fourth hovers reverently over the human hand cradling his face. /. End ID]
Original sketch under the cut:
Some detail shots of the partial transparency that I am particularly proud of 💪
Goncharov (1973)
This was such a great fucking movie.
We really don't talk enough about Goncharov on this site.
Found this gem once more.
Mr. Fool's junk pile most likely enough to kill a saint
It has in fact helped kill many saints.
I genuinely want to know what's so hard about tagging dynamics in fics, like there is no way it can be that hard
But also, So Many readers mainly search By relationship tags. So imagine the fic’s we’re all missing out on because someone didn’t tag it or tag it correctly.🥲
Can't decide if this is a good idea or not.
Hello, do you have time to talk about this mural we made? It details the ✨✨Holy Bean✨✨ and it’s significance in everyday life. It’s a reminder, and a great light fixture!
I saw this post and went FERAL for Hua Cheng being manhandled by his little martial god !!!
Kudos for the Supreme Ghost King trying to sneak up when he has freaking BELLS attached to him…
(Please no editing. I was writing this not looking at my screen because of the migraine. I know, I know, I've been resting! But I'm so bored! Anyways, enjoy the🐊starting snippet.)
He’s floating. It’s easy, to just float. Sometimes he needs easy. It’s addicting, though, so he tries not to give to it too easily. It doesn’t matter much thought, most days, months, years if he gives in or not. Ghosts are endless, after all. The parts that needed the human in him had long since faded.
But then there is crying.
It’s the sort of crying of someone trying desperately to hold back the noise even though the tears need to be let out.
It pulls at the shard of him that is still human.
He drifts… up? The Realms are directionless, but it somehow feels like he’s drifting up. The green becomes lighter, thinner, and then he’s at the surface. There’s a small human there, sitting on a ledge of rock. Their feet don’t even touch the pool of green that is reflecting up into their tiny, tear stained face.
Oh, it’s a child. It’s a small child. Toddler? Maybe a toddler. He’s not sure anymore what size is what, not anymore, but it is tiny.
“You’re sad.”
Speaking was maybe the wrong thing to say, with how the small child jolts. He reaches out quickly with one of his hands, one closest in the pool of green, and braces the child from falling into the pool. (He doesn’t think something so small would survive the zone.)
“I scared you. I’m sorry.”
“You did not!” The child insists as they wipe hastily at their eyes.
“Of course not.”
“Yes. Of course,” they parrot.
He sits a little higher out of the water and smiles at the fierce little child. “Hello, brave one, I am… Danny.”
Right. He was Danny.
The child straightens up with a sniffle. “I am Damian Al Ghul, heir to the Demon Lord and Son of the Bat.”
That was a lot of big words for someone so tiny. It was a lot to constantly say too.
“That is a grand name," Danny says, spreading his furthest arms apart, “but a very long name for friends, don't you think?”
The child's eyes widened with enough wonder for Danny to feel, somewhere in his core. (It felt nice. There was so little wonder in the Realms).
“Friends?” Damian Al Ghul, heir to the Demon Lord and Son of the Bat asked.
“Yes, of course! This is clearly a fated meeting! Damian Al Ghul, heir to the Demon Lord and Son of the Bat,” Danny said, all of his arms spread in a fan. When had he gotten so many arm? Focus. “Right! And since this is a fated meeting, and I am not here to attack you and you not here to attack me—”
The child sniffs. “You are a pit fiend. A minor demon crawled from the sacred pool. You are evil.”
“Evil, me?!” Danny said in surprised and many startled hand splayed on his chest. He gave the thought due consideration. “There is mischief here and there, but no evil. Would you attack me?”
“If you tried to hurt someone here,” the child said, then slowly add. “But if you do not… yes, we may be friends.”
A long pause of the child looking down at their now clenched fists. “Will it hurt very badly?”
“Oh brave little one, not at all. Keep your one hand like that and hold it out straight,” Dany said and tried to seen some of his arms away. He picked one to hold in a fist. And…
Tap.
“That was… all?” Damian asked, clearly confused.
“First level friendship. No attacking, talking and listening, helping out… and I get to call you Dami.”
Dami's nose wrinkled up at the sound of it. “Why?”
“Becauae nicknames are part of being friends. Danny and Dami. They even sound nice together.”
“Yes…” Dami said slowly. “The do.”
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
I think this might be the best post of yours I’ve ever read
insulting on behalf of the MANY clown husbandry posts i have gifted to you over the years
I have enjoyed your clown husbandry, everyone still around and following you has. But that is the first serious-esc post I’ve ever read from you.
