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DP Mechanic AU Part 5

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Whoo-hoo!! This took so much more effort than I was expecting. Happy as hell to be done w pt 5

I tried writing this out but could not for the life of me make it successful, so I decided to illustrate the whole thing. I know it doesn’t feel like much happened in this, but that’s cause it’s mostly set up again

Part 6 will probably take 2-4 weeks tbh. Work is hella busy this week and I got other projects w timelines starting to approach, so I’ll be occupied elsewhere

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#DP Mechanic AU #teddy ghost #looking at all these pages together its no wonder they took so much more effort #comparing them to pt 1's pages they're just so much more complicated holy shit #5 ppl #cars #a motorcycle #they all have backpacks #timing each enterance #this is also the reason I couldn't figure out how to write it w/out sounding mechanical #there was too much happening simultaneously and I didn't know how to word it all #"blah blah' Danny said as a hearse pulls up #'blah blah' Kwan said as Sam and Tucker exit the hearse #'blah blah' Dash said as Sam and Tuck walk up to them #I already respected writers but to anyone who knows how to make the timing of 5 characters cohesive you're too powerful #dp #Danny Phantom

What if Leon got a new bike after Vendetta, took his deserved vacations to ride around the world but Chris is looking for him because he wants to make sure his DSO agent is fine.

Sketch a Day 1856-A Motorcycle- 6/29/20

#sketch a day #1856 #a motorcycle #motorcycle #I have a prompt book #siamese712 #tmt

James Dean Daydream

It was still midafternoon when Nic burst from the tavern, pulling on his leather jacket as he did so. From a distance, to a stranger, he’d look angry, but his expression was more apathetic than anything, even when a young blonde witch chased after him, still hurling insults.

“I hope you crash and die!” she shrieked. Nic’s back was still turned; he didn’t acknowledge her at all until he’d reached the sleek black and silver bike parked out front.

“Are you done?” He finally turned to her after pulling a pack of magic cigs from the bike. She looked as if he’d slapped her.

“Bastard,” she spat, but her face was pale. Nic watched her walk away and felt nothing besides the dreaded, creeping return of boredom. It never could stay away long.

He’d just lit up when he felt eyes on him, and as he found his audience he didn’t react beyond taking a first drag from his smoke. On the exhale, he breathed, the words dull and drifting on multicolored smoke, “Got something to say?”

#smokeopen #i just re-read his bio #that I WROTE #and realized #i gave him #A MOTORCYCLE #time to capitalize #no-one @me for this title #i KNOW #threats tw

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” The male rose from his squatting position, a polished charcoal-colored helmet in hand. He’d given the tires one last inspection, long digits grazing over the thread and across to the engine, cool to the touch. But not for long. He was making amiable small-talk with an older man, a ‘Walter White’ of a fellow, with a short-sleeved button up, a tie, and a Slurpee in one hand. The blonde had noted him meandered around the shop while he’d finalized his purchase, “She’s a Scrambler Ducati–– steel and Termigoni all around,” He stated, answering the man’s inquiry while digging his leather gloves out from the bottom of the helmet, placing them on the seat of the bike, “They say she’s got a seventy-five horse power engine, but I’ll tinker with her; get her up to eighty, easy,” The male smiled, offering a friendly expression while nodding his head up towards the older man, noting his wide eyes and attentive demeanour, “... –– Go on, man, give the throttle a rip," He offered, playfully, "Make her scream.”

Truth was, he’d be paying it off for the next year at least. But with the down payment ensured he wasn’t worried quite yet, and the buzz from a big buy had yet to wear even in the slightest. A tear sounded then, the motor growling as the stranger pulled the throttle back, eliciting the attention of a few gazes from those passing on the sidewalk and grins from the two boys-on-Christmas-morning that had blossomed with the snarl of burning gas. To the city was the plan for the day, and a banqueted outing with his reveler friend Sean for the night, one to get his mind off of the uncertainties happening at home.