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he/they | do not follow me. or do, im not your mom

[camels-pen]

Sup guess who's opening ✨commissions✨ for dollified characters. me, it's me.

I'll currently be taking on 3 at a time. Comms will be completed within 7 days. The only thing I will not draw is bugs, everything else is fair game. OCs, canon blorbos, cereal mascots- you name it!

DM if you're interested! Payment will be through Ko-fi.

COMM SLOTS

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2/3 FILLED

Comm sheet details written out for ease of reading:

$15CAD Doll Comms

Includes:

1 character

sitting pose

simple outfit

coloured sketch

Extra:

+$5 complicated outfit

+$5 non-sitting pose

+$5 coloured lineart

Will not draw bugs

Will do mecha, furry, nudity, and gore

[camels-pen]

family (in one way or another)

Summary:

“You get hunted too?” Virgil quickly waved his hands. “Oh no, I mean like, my Po—parents would get real worried.” “Oh.” Danny drooped. “Right, obviously—” He paused. Blinked. Then shot up close to Virgil’s face. “Your parents know your identity?!”

A writing request for @bibliophilea!

Ao3 Link

One too many panicked whispers down the street, pointing shaky fingers high above, led Virgil groaning and flying past the cloud cover that evening. And the day before his barely started English assignment was due, of course.

It took a while to actually find what folks were so worried about; he’d searched all over the general area with nothing but a few disgruntled geese for his troubles.

Virgil wondered if maybe he’d get lucky and just find Teresa flapping lazily through the pink-orange sky. It’d be nice to catch up, see how she was doing and all. She’d probably have a good story or two for them to laugh over.

“Teresa, where you at?” he called. There was a faint and distinctly person-like sound and Virgil started towards it. He sent a small zap to disperse a cloud in the way and scrambled back at the yipe that came from it. “Shit, why didn’t you answer—?”

Someone—not Teresa—appeared, wide eyed and floating while curled in a tight ball. They were silent and looked like a cardboard cutout the way they didn’t move an inch.

A kid with mussed white hair, green eyes and tanned nose rimmed red, and in some kind of glowing jumpsuit.

“Woah, hey there.” The kid startled, jerking back with his arms covering his chest. Virgil held up his hands. “It’s alright, I just wanna talk.”

The kid gave him a once over, eyes lingering on Virgil’s disc before slumping. “I don’t, but I get the feeling you’re not leaving.”

“Nope,” Virgil said, smiling slightly. “Static doesn’t just leave crying kids floating in the sky on their own.”

“And you’re Static?”

“Yup. Unless you see anyone else up here with blue threads and rocking dreads.” Virgil made an exaggerated look around and the kid’s lips twitched up slightly.

“Danny,” the kid said. He hugged his knees. “Don’t worry, I’m just passing through.”

“Seems like you’re sitting still to me.” Virgil popped a squat. “C’mon, it’s just us up here. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

There was a pause, then Danny’s face crumbled. “I can’t do it anymore.” He curled up tighter. “Sneaking around the security system, fighting all the time, barely sleeping—I just can’t.”

Shit, this was a lot more serious than he thought. Virgil spoke softer, like he’d glimpse his Pops do at the community centre, “If someone’s forcing you to do something—”

“What? No, not like…” Danny made a noise of frustration, a flush crawling along his cheeks. “They try to shoot at me, not pressure me to try drugs.” A mumbled, I wouldn’t put it past them if it meant catching me, was just barely audible under his breath.

“Someone’s hurting you?” Virgil pressed, forcing himself not to float closer. Forcing him to focus on the here and now, than trying to protect from the has and been.

“Yeah, obviously.” Danny sniffed. “They go after all of us.”

Virgil’s brows furrowed. “There’s somebody targeting heroes?”

The flush returned, stronger. “No! Ghosts, I mean ghosts!” Danny covered his face. “Why’d you have to go and make it seem like I’m actually some kind of hero. Now I’m probably green as an apple!”

He was, actually; like a brightly glowing, neon green apple. Virgil would say as much, if it wasn’t for one thing: 

“I’m not a ghost?” he said, confusion colouring his voice. “I thought you were a Bang Baby.”

Danny’s nose scrunched up. “Why would a baby have a gun?”

Virgil squawked a laugh before covering it up with a cough. “Let’s start over.” He held out a hand without moving closer. “I’m Static, hero of Dakota City.” When Danny just stared at his hand for several awkward moments, Virgil pulled it back to rub his neck. 

“...Phantom. Danny Phantom.” The guy floundered, mouth opening and closing before settling on saying, “Just a ghost.”

“So, the people who were shooting at you?”

Danny sighed. “Ghost hunters.”

Virgil supposed that made sense; where there were creatures of the unknown, there were people who’d wanna catch them. Didn’t explain the other stuff though. “And the bit about a security system?”

Danny grumbled, “It’s the only way to get past—uh,” His eyes dipped down again. “the portal. The one that connects the Ghost Zone to here.”

“Earth-here or here-here?” Virgil asked, pointing below him. “Because if there’s a portal to a ghost dimension in my city, I’d really like to know about it.”

“Earth-here.” The guy cracked a smile. “Trust me, if there was a portal, you’d know.”

Vague and unhelpful, but as long as there was no portal, Virgil would let it be. “Good; my family would kill me if I had to start fighting ghosts too.” Danny’s eyes snapped back to Virgil’s and he winced. “Poor choice of words.”

“No, it’s not that…” Danny uncurled completely—the first time since Virgil found him up here. He looked weirdly hopeful. “You get hunted too?”

Virgil quickly waved his hands. “Oh no, I mean like, my Po—parents would get real worried.”

“Oh.” Danny drooped. “Right, obviously—” He paused. Blinked. Then shot up close to Virgil’s face. “Your parents know your identity?!”

Virgil leaned back on his disc. “Woah Casper!” Danny had an odd look in his wide eyes. Maybe he was really invested in the superhero thing; he did mention something about being a hero himself. “Yeah, he—they know now. It’s just a part of my life, nothing big.”

“Nothing big?!” Danny sneered, small glowing tears pooling in his eyes. “It’s everything, it’s—” Abruptly, he snapped his mouth shut and looked away, floating back. “Really cool. That they support you. Real life is a lot better than comics, huh?” Danny rubbed harshly at his face grumbling about bugs so high up in the clouds.

The ghost kid was holding back, clearly, and that would not do in Static’s book. If he didn’t want to talk about what got him alone up here in the first place, then Virgil could at least entertain him for a while. “You wanna take a guess?”

Danny didn’t look up at him, but he didn’t curl into that sad little ball again either. “Did your mom find your suit in the closet or something?”

Virgil allowed himself a moment to imagine it. He already knew she was proud of him and what he’d done, but the thought of her finding out on her own… Virgil smiled. “That would’ve been better than how it really happened.”

Brow furrowed, Danny finally caught Virgil’s gaze. “Did they catch you sneaking in?”

“Nope,” Virgil singsonged.

Danny frowned. “...Outed on live television?”

“Eugh,” Virgil shivered, rubbing his arms. “Definitely worse. Total nightmare scenario, but not what happened.”

“Well, short of being a government experiment—” Wait what. “—I can’t really think of anything else.”

“For real?” Danny nodded. “Dude, supervillain blabbing!” Not exactly, but the news was still talking about his Pops’ kidnapping and, really, it was Omnara’s fault in the first place. 

Danny tilted his head. “Like… on accident?”

Virgil laughed, short and hard. “On purpose! I thought you read comics?”

“I do, but—!”

“Danny, my guy,” Virgil took a chance, hovering closer. Danny didn’t move away. “Criminals are always trying to figure out who the handsome guy under this mask is, so they can stop me from meddling.”

“...All the ghosts I fight already know who I am,” Danny offered, hesitantly. “And most of the time we don’t rat each other out to ghost hunters.”

Virgil didn’t realize snitching was even remotely an issue with ghosts, but then he also didn’t know ghosts were real until today. “At least you got that going for you! Speaking of ghost solidarity, what’re your ghost friends like?” Bit heavy handed for the segway, but Virgil figured it’d probably be a good idea to keep Danny talking while he could.

Danny snorted. “Weird, annoying, and nice. Sometimes all three.” He scratched at his chest, right over the silver logo. “I mostly hang out with humans though.”

“Yeah? What made you choose humans?” Virgil asked. “‘Cause I can tell you, we can be mad annoying.”

A bright, echoing laugh. “Oh, I know. My friends are the worst.”

“I think that title’s reserved for my buddy, Gear.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “He loves tossing his misfiring inventions at me; can’t tell you how many times I’ve been tied up—literally—while he works the kinks out of something.”

“No no, Sam and Tucker are awful.” Danny crossed his legs, bobbing slightly. “Like one time, they got into this big fight about vegans versus meat eaters and they organized these huge protests in, like, one night and set up these stages and junk outside the school!” He laughed holding his stomach. “There was this really strong ghost on the loose too and they were pulling hundreds of people into their fight; it was so stupid!”

Virgil smirked. “Sounds pretty funny to me.”

“You weren’t there, it was terrible!” Danny’s smile widened. “Don’t even get me started on the school dance—”

Virgil smiled, settling in while Danny started an animated story about crushes, possessions, and ghost dragons. It’ll be a long night and he still had an English assignment to finish, but Virgil didn’t mind in the slightest.

[rupurteblr]

i call this one “using tumblr as a person of color”

might update with more images at some point

[the-uncanny-dag]

Some of the ones I've accumulated

[esperilo]

lil plasmius bat

[doodle-list]

Film Red was so fun I wanted to make a semi sister print to my Film Gold piece and its finally done!! This took forever with the crowds 😭 I wanted to add a lot of easter egg characters in the background like the film does but it set me back months ooughhhh

[oneblorboatatime]

When I was a kid, I'd hear words that I didn't understand and I'd use them for everything–

[sakuraloops]

[maryrose8862]

⛅

[halfbaked-alchemist]

[nebulations]

[ID: A Fullmetal Alchemist screencap of Ed punching Hohenheim in the face, captioned “Happy Father’s Day.” End ID]

[r41nyd4ysworld]

Why is it that when racism occurs in fandom spaces, in independent media, that y’all keep calling people weird for reacting strongly to it? Y’all really think you’re doing something when you pull that dingy “there’s real world problems to deal with” excuse out your ass just to shut up people rightfully wanting justice and feeling comfortable with their media.

It was real when y’all dressed up in cosplays, and made fan art, and went to conventions, and got to interact with your faves through their social platforms…but suddenly when bigotry is involved, it’s not that big of a deal.

Let me rephrase what y’all are trying to say: POC don’t get to have fandom. We don’t get to have media. That part of the real world is something we’re not allowed to touch. It’s the one space that discrimination and prejudice will always thrive, because you refuse to acknowledge the layers of racism for what they are.

I think people should be just as critical of fandom spaces and their bigotry as they would the real world. You should treat these scandals of people saying slurs, of outright refusing to hire POC for certain roles, and whatever the fuck else these companies decide to facilitate and be complicit in as hate crimes, as segregation, as RACISM. You should see these behaviors and patterns of behavior as indicative of something in the real world, because we all exist in the real world, and these things don’t leave us just because we put on a quirky username.

[modelsof-color]

Ajak Dhieu & Akuol Deng Atem by P.A Hue for Haper's Bazaar Germany Magazine March 2026

[amazoogle]

both 30 years old, born on the same day at precisely the same millisecond, but she was born in the state of Arizona which does not observe daylight savings time so one could possibly make the (weak) argument that she's an hour older. problematic age gap?

[amazoogle]

alright alright how about this other chick. she was born orbiting a black hole and due to relativistic effects currently unexplained by established models we are both 14 million years younger than eachother. help me with the ethics of this

[amazoogle]

definitionally yes

[luxuki-1]

donnie juice

[sniperisland]

shes just that good.....

[9fruit]

me listening to my playlist: omg that’s crazy i love this song

[rocketbirdie]

waste management and steady hot dog supply has been established

[creatingblackcharacters]

I have grown to realize a lot of you severely underestimate just how much antiblackness we have to swallow for the sake of our personal peace and our livelihoods. I'm not saying that to be mean or to make you go into a guilt spiral- that would be a useless reaction anyway- but I do want you to consider it. That what you believe to be peace is not just because it "is".

"Well if it was important why didn't anyone say it sooner?" "if it was important, why didn't they say it was racist?" peer, a good 75-80% of what I might say to the white and/or nonblack people that offend me directly goes swallowed for the sake of my paychecks and running water, or God forbid to avoid a bullet. Or if I'm online (where that number shrinks significantly), to be left the fuck alone 🤣

Y'all are very used to not having to hear that feedback bc we've been forcibly socialized into accepting that you won't take it well and often have the power to make it not worth our while to speak. Retaliation is common. That's why it's perturbing to folks when Black people DO speak up. Interrupts the status quo 😅

[creatingblackcharacters]

COMFORT & FEAR OF CONFLICT

This page explores our cultural assumption  that I or we (or the ones in formal and informal power) have a right to comfort, which means we