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[phandomholidaytruce]

Hello! I am very excited for this year’s truce! I had a question regarding potential spoilers- with the release of the new comic this year, are we allowed/ should we give prompts that give spoilers for the events of the comic?

Go ahead, as I've read it and anyone listing the comic as being something they do not want to create for will be excluded from receiving those prompts

[five-rivers]

Flight Simulation

Phic Phight phill phor @charcoalhawk (Prompt:AU where Danny never realizes he can shoot ectoblasts or has any other kind of ‘extra’ powers besides invisibility, possession, and the ability of phase through solid objects.  (PR212))

Flight Simulation

Danny cringed as the thermos shot out of the mouth of the ghost weasel and hit the portal door’s ‘open’ button.  Him accidentally hitting buttons on the portal was going to be a thing now, apparently.  Along, apparently, with disastrous consequences.  

The surface of the portal rippled, then bulged ever so slightly before the swirling blue-green surface broke, disgorging a ghost.  The ghost had green skin, mad scientist hair, eyes that seemed to have been replaced with glass rectangles, and… no legs?  What–?

All thoughts about the ghost’s legs or lack thereof were discarded as the ghost, instead of proceeding forward as expected, went up.  

Danny felt his Sure, the Lunch Lady had hovered and floated meat around her, and Skulker had his jetpack, but this was different.  This was someone actually flying.  Defying gravity and moving around freely with no perceptible effort.

“Child!” crowed the ghost. “You have freed me, Technus, ghost master of science and electrical tech–”

“YOU CAN FLY?!” 

Danny was so jealous he thought he might go insane.  

“Well, yes, I–”

“THAT’S GARBAGE!  THAT’S UNFAIR!  HOW COME YOU GET TO FLY?  I WANT TO FLY!”  Danny thought he deserved to be able to fly after all the nonsense he’d been subjected to since he’d walked into the portal with the misguided desire to help his parents and walked out with the ability to turn into a ghost.  

A flightless ghost.  

“I…” said Technus, raising a gloved finger, “am a ghost?”

Danny, no longer caring if his dad came back and saw, transformed.  “SO AM I!”

“Huh,” said Technus.  

Danny, the edges of his vision going green, put his hands in his hair.  “I only get to fly in video games… so unfair… Mom won’t let me get the good flight simulator… terrible graphics card… Doomed nerfed levitation… doesn’t work right on the computer… can’t get a flying license… won’t even let me test drive the Speeder…”  Danny realized that he’d started pacing and gesticulating during his rant, and also that he’d taken his eyes off the ghost.  

He spun.  Technus, however, was still there, regarding Danny with a somewhat quizzical expression.  At least, Danny thought it was quizzical.  Those glass-rectangle eyes were admittedly hard to read.  

“Video… games?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “like on a computer?  Aren’t you supposed to be master of tech or something?  Shouldn’t you know what a video game is?”

The expression on Technus’s face told Danny that he maybe shouldn’t have said that.  

“Excellent idea!  Have you ever considered tutoring?”

“Tutoring?  What?” asked Danny, thinking, for a moment, that Technus knew that Jazz was tutoring Dash upstairs and feeling displaced.

“As a TA!”

That ranked high on the list of the least sensical things Danny had ever been told.  “I’m a C student.”

“Ah, well, I must go master these video games you speak of!  Farewell, ghost child!”

Technus flew up through the ceiling.  Danny, not being able to fly, watched him uselessly.  

“Crud.”

.

Danny looked at the invitation to Dash’s party and sighed, letting his head hit the table.  Tucker poked him with a straw still in its wrapper.  

“Are you okay?  Just, I would have thought you’d be all over this.”  He flicked the invitation with the straw.  

“Yeah,” agreed Sam.  “Not that we aren’t glad you’re not, but are you okay?”

Danny shrugged.  “I’m just… worried.  That ghost was more like Lunch Lady or Skulker than the animal ones we usually handle, plus, I can’t fight him like the Lunch Lady.  He can just fly away.  He has air superiority.”

“You couldn’t fight Skulker like the Lunch Lady, either,” said Tucker, gesturing with a fry.  

“Let’s be honest,” said Danny.  “You and Delilah beat Skulker.  I was very much the damsel in distress.”

“Well,” said Tucker, preening, “if you insist on giving me the credit…”

“Don’t your parents have long range weapons?” asked Sam.

“Eh,” said Danny, lifting his head to make a face.  “Sort of.  Dad’s aiming skills make any sort of accuracy sort of meaningless, and Mom likes her hand-to-hand weapons.  There’s some stuff that’ll reach across a room alright, but nothing like a rifle.”

“What about that stupid big thing?” asked Tucker.  

“The bazooka?” asked Danny, doubtfully.  “They’re still working on that.  Right now, they’re still mostly focusing on capture and containment, but you know how they are.”

They all stared at their food for a long minute.  Danny shivered, as if to shake off the memory of his father chasing him through the halls of Casper High while the Lunch Lady raged outside.  

“Anyway,” said Sam, “maybe we should test out some more of the weapons we do have access to.  That ghost’ll show up eventually, right?”

“Probably,” said Danny, not looking forward to it.  

“I can keep an eye on things in the online gaming community, instead,” said Tucker.  “Make sure he isn’t doing anything on there.”

“Right,” said Sam, “because that’s such a hardship.”

“We must all make sacrifices for the greater good,” said Tucker, melodramatically.  

Danny smiled and nodded, then sighed again, his eyes falling on the invitation once more.  “I really wanted to go,” he said.  “I’m never going to get a chance like this again.”

“Come on, look on the bright side,” said Tucker.  “You were never going to get the money to do the dress code, anyway.”

“Yeah,” said Sam.  “Who makes a dress code for a high school house party anyway?  Doesn’t that sound insane to you?”

Danny picked at the napkin.  “My bar for insane is pretty high.”

Sam and Tucker exchanged glances, then shrugged.  “Fair enough,” they said.  

.

“Hey, Danny,” said Tucker.  

“Yeah?” said Danny, standing on his tip-toes to reach the box on the top shelf in the shed.  If only he could just fly up and reach it.  

On the other hand, he was currently in a shed full of defunct ghost hunting equipment searching for something useful, so maybe it was a good thing he couldn’t fly.  He wouldn’t be tempted to transform.

“What did you say that guy’s name was?”

“Called himself Technus, master of electronics and tech, or something like that.  Why?”  

“Well, there’s a guy in here with the username “Technus, ghost master of sci.””

“Just sci?”

“I guess the rest of his name was too long,” said Tucker.  “But he’s apparently tearing up the online leaderboards on Flyboy 3.”

Danny shot Tucker an incredulous look.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” said Tucker, “and he seems to be picking up slang as he goes along… and he’s really bad at it.  Oh my gosh, this man should not have been left to talk to trolls, he has no idea what he’s saying.  Oh, that’s foul.”

Danny rested his head on the shelf in front of him.  “I hate this.  I hate that this is my life now.  I hate the knowledge that this is the afterlife I have to look forward to.”

“I don’t know,” said Tucker.  “I’d say this is pretty mild, all things considered.  Maybe he’s a good ghost?”

Danny swallowed back the trained reaction, the one impressed on him by his parents, by repetition, despite his disbelief in their entire worldview.  What did that make him?  

He pushed the thought back, to the box of self-doubt he’d built in the back of his mind.  But as he pushed, the thought snagged on something else and he paused.  

“Hey, Tucker,” said Danny.  

“Oh, no,” said Tucker.  

“Tucker.  Tucker.  The only good ghost is a dead one, Tucker.”

“No, man, that’s horrible.  Friendship revoked.”

.

The shed was a bust, as far as functional, safe equipment went (Danny didn’t want to recount how many times he’d been shocked; better him than Sam or Tucker).  Danny also didn’t have the cash handy to pay for Flyboy 3, or, frankly, an internet speed that would let him play competitively.  This left one option with regards to Technus:  Stalk him online.  

Luckily, they were teenagers, and Tucker was, not to brag, a tech genius, so this was relatively easy.  This did not help Danny’s anxiety over a ghost being loose on the internet, and he fretted over it all week, even as he avoided Dash and his increasing aggression regarding the party.  

(Danny was starting to get a bad feeling about missing the party.  Would Dash consider it an insult if Danny didn’t go?  How much of a beating was Danny destined for come Monday?)

“Look,” said Sam, on Friday.  “I wouldn’t usually do this, but my place has a pretty good gaming setup, and I can get Flyboy 3.  You guys can come over tomorrow and we can do some surveillance.  Make sure he isn’t cursing people to death via a questionable airplane battle simulator.”

“Oh,” said Tucker, “that’s what you’ve been hinting at all week.”

“I haven’t been hinting anything.”

“Uh huh.  Sure,” said Tucker, his smile incredibly smug.

“You’ve been hinting at something?” asked Danny.  

Tucker snickered and Sam rolled her eyes.  She might have been blushing, but her makeup made it hard to tell.  

“I haven’t been hinting at anything.  Just let me give you my address and show up, okay?”

.

Sam had given him the wrong address.  

She must have.  He didn’t think it was on purpose, though he didn’t know how someone, anyone, much less Sam could make a mistake with their address like this.  It had to be a mistake.  There was no way she lived here.  This neighborhood was way too high income.  

Danny felt inadequate just standing on the sidewalk.  Even Dash didn’t live in this neighborhood.  

He reached the specific house indicated by the address, winced, and turned to leave… only to see Tucker walking up the street, shoulders hunched.  

“You, too?” asked Danny.  

“Yeah,” said Tucker, looking enormously uncomfortable.  “I think- Maybe we should go back and call her?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “That’s probably a good idea.  I think my place is closer.”

Tucker nodded, “Yeah, let’s–”

The front door of the mansion opened.  “Good, you guys are here.  Follow me before Mom and Dad change their minds.”

“Oh,” said Tucker.  “That doesn’t sound great.  They know I’m going to be here, right?  This isn’t, like, a surprise thing?”

“They know you’re going to be here and who you are,” said Sam.  “They’ve just been weird about me being goth.  Also, I think they ran background checks on both of you.”

“Yeah,” said Tucker, climbing the steps and craning his head back.  “That checks out.  Man, Sam.  You’re loaded.”

.

Flyboy 3 was fun.  Really fun.  Danny maybe should have expected this.  It was a top of the line game, even though it wasn’t the best actually simulating real-world planes and flight capability.  

Climbing the leaderboards to a point where they could feasibly interact with Technus wasn’t easy.  Danny was somewhat chagrined to find that Sam was his match, and Tucker was even more chagrined to find out he wasn’t.  

“Now,” said Sam, rotating the joystick easily, “if this was Doomed, I’d be kicking your butt, too, ghost boy.”

Tucker looked up from his computer almost tearfully.  “No,” he said, “you two have the muscle and the cash, if you take tech from me, too, all I’ll have left are my good looks.”

“You’re so dramatic.  Just because I can play video games and type in a cheat code or two doesn’t mean I can code.  All I’ve got going for me is that my parents are rich.”

“A modern day Tony Stark.”

“No.  Ew.  Pay attention to your game, I can hear you crashing.”

Danny snickered and hit the ‘match’ button again.  He was getting closer to Technus, but, honestly, he was starting to relax, too.  Maybe, just maybe, Technus was also just having fun.  

The computer binged.  Danny was matched with Technus.  

The screen flickered, dissolved into static, then bulged, the surface forming a green face, eyes, and a pair of hands.  Danny pushed backwards, hard, upending his chair.  Sam and Tucker threw themselves away from their shared table as well.  

“Ghost child!” said Technus, spreading his hands wide.  “I have indeed mastered the art of the ‘gaming,’ and have become ‘hip’ and ‘with it.’  Now, I shall prove to you that I’ve got the eye of the tiger, and am a superior opponent!”

Technus seized Danny by the shoulders and dragged him into the computer screen.  

The next thing Danny knew, he was in a cockpit branded with the Flyboy 3 logo.  Outside, in front of him, was either a really good replica of Flyboy’s ‘Jungle’ runway, or something far worse.  

Judging by how Danny’s life tended to play out, he’d put his money on ‘worse.”

Technus cackled in his ear, and Danny’s hands flew up.  He was wearing a helmet, complete with headphones.  

“I wasn’t sure if that would work!”  Technus cackled some more.  “So, ghost child, are you ready for a real fight?”

.

In retrospect, after he’d gotten out, what bothered Danny the most about the whole thing, more than getting sucked into a video game, was that he hadn’t even been sucked into the actual computer.  Technus had pulled him through the monitor, which, admittedly, was connected to the computer.  

But in the moment, what bothered him the most was the g-force he experienced as he sharply banked away from Technus’s gunfire.  

Danny had yet to wing Technus at all, and, having to figure out the controls on the fly, he was at a distinct disadvantage.  He’d managed to pull the plane into intangibility a few times, but that had left him breathing hard and seeing double, something he couldn’t really afford.  The plane was really too big for someone who could barely manage to take his friends through a wall with him.  

His plane clipped off the top of one of the taller trees, sending branches to the ground, and Danny desperately tried to gain height before he realized the significance of what had just happened.  

So, with him and Technus here, this world didn’t entirely stick to the video game’s rules.  Danny had run into trees in the game before, and they had never taken any real damage.  Of course, the game didn’t have things like g-force or real correlation between animated controls and what the plane was doing, either, much less intangibility.  But if Danny could do things he could do in the real world that he couldn’t do in the game here…  And if things from the game existed that didn’t in the real world…

Danny punched in the Easter Egg code to release fireworks.  Usually, this just resulted in a harmless, colorful firework animation around the planes, but here, well, fireworks were explosives, and they tended to be both bright and loud.  

As expected, Technus veered off, and so did Danny.  But Danny’s veer had another purpose: bringing Technus into his sights.  He fired.  

The fireball in front of him was satisfying, the ‘Victory!’ screen even more so.  

Danny abruptly found himself ejected from (sigh) the computer monitor.  

“Danny!”

Dude!”

“Are you okay?” asked Sam and Tucker, finish the last at the same time and nearly colliding with each other as they ran for Danny.

“Um,” said Danny.  

“It seem that video games still have much to teach me about the funky fresh ways of the future,” said Technus’s voice, solemn but slightly raspy and still very loud through the speaker.  “Until we meet again, ghost child!”

The computer screen returned to normal, displaying the ‘Victory!’ screen and Danny’s ascent to the top 100 leaderboard for Flyboy 3.  

“Oh no,” said Danny, lacking the energy to get up.  “We’re going to have to deal with him again, aren’t we?”

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Yearbook Trolling

Truce gift for @charcoalhawk !

I'm sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!

Full story beneath the cut.

WC: 1,940

Ao3

FFnet

Summary:

It’s senior year of high school and Danny tries to reveal his identity by signing everyone’s yearbooks as Phantom.

@phandomholidaytruce

Danny was oh-so peacefully sleeping during lunch when Sam oh-so rudely threw a book down on the table. It wasn’t actually that violent of an action, but it was enough to drag Danny from his dreams. Evil Sam.

“Hng?..” He made a groggy sound. Danny looked up at her and then immediately regretted that decision as he was struck blind by the fluorescent lights. He buried his face back in his arms and waited for the spots to disappear.

“Watch it!” Shouted Tucker. Danny’s eyes adjusted just in time to see Sam handing Tuck a pen.

“Sign my yearbook, will you?” Sam asks. There was a flipping of pages and Danny finally took note of the book that had been his rude awakening. It had a bright red cover with white text -a bit of a color nightmare if he was being honest- and said something about “Class of 2008.”

“How’d you get yours already?” Asked Tuck, anger forgotten. He started writing something on an empty page. Danny couldn’t clearly see what Tucker was writing with his head still lying on the table. He was still about half-asleep, body heavy and slipping into dreams every other moment. Sam took her seat beside Danny and more conversation passed over his head. Danny drifted in and out, at least until Tucker whacked him on the head with the pen.

Danny’s head shot up and he glared at his now ex-best-friend.

“Your turn.” Tucker just grinned.

Mumbling threats of phasing Tucker’s PDA into a wall under his breath, Danny took the pen. His eyes slid over the page, and he saw that Tucker had drawn three little characters next to his signature. There was a little ghost, vampire, and wolf. Meant to represent their trio no doubt.

Danny glossed over the page and chose a spot right above Tucker’s doodles. He quickly put down his signature, then decided to add a little star next to it just because he could. That task accomplished, Danny pushed the book back to Sam and laid his head back on the table. Hopefully he could resume his nap.

Sam took the book back and looked over the now slightly-less-blank page. Danny had just laid back down when he heard Sam make a noise. He looked up lazily to see her frown. It was then that she turned the book back to him.

“Wha’ sup?” He questioned. Sam just pointed to his signature. Confused, Danny re-read what he’d signed.

“I don’t see-” Oh. Yep, that was… a thing. Instead of ‘Danny,’ he’d written ‘Phantom’ instead. Hm.

“Sign too many autographs recently?” Sam chuckled. It made Danny’s face burn. Because, yeah that was probably why. Public opinions on his ghost half were at an all-time high, and he’d been pulled aside after a fight more than a few times in the last few weeks. He had drawn the line when someone asked him to sign their forehead, though. He even had a (slightly dubious) special pen he’d nabbed from the rejects pile in his parents’ lab. It wrote in bright green and shimmered in the light. It was cool and fit his “brand” perfectly.

But Sam didn’t have to go and point it out like that.

“You wish.” It was a weak reply, they all knew it, but Danny wasn’t in the mood. He looked away and went back to sleep.

However, there was an idea brewing at the edge of his consciousness. He hid his grin and filed it away for later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danny’s next class after lunch was physics. It had been the bane of his existence in the past, as neither of his friends were in the class yet somehow all of the A-listers and Wes Weston were. But today, it would be his source of entertainment instead of anguish.

The teacher started off class with their instructions for the day. They had a test in a few days so the block was their chance to catch up on any work they were missing. A free day, basically. And so, Danny started in on last night’s homework and laid in wait for the conversation he knew would soon start.

Danny’s chance came even sooner than he expected. Almost immediately the A-listers left their seats and congregated into a small group at the back of the class. Danny watched Dash walk past with a grin. It got him a weird look from Wes but it was worth it.

“Oh hey, Pauli,” Star began. She pulled a certain book from her oversized purse.

“Would you like to sign?” She asked. Paulina made some sugary sweet response and thus the ball began to roll. Then the teacher stepped out to go to the bathroom, and it truly started. People began swapping yearbooks like Pokemon cards. Danny took the chaos as a chance to walk right up to Star.

“Hey, mind if I sign?” He asked innocently. Danny produced his bright green pen so that Star wouldn’t try to hand him one.

If this were freshman year, Star would have no doubt turned him down with a look of disgust. But she, of all the popular kids, had mellowed quite a bit.

“Uh sure, I guess. I don’t see why not.” Star said, looking a bit confused. She shrugged and turned to her book. She waited for Kwan to finish off his signature then handed it over.

Danny had managed his way into the furvor of signatures, and before he knew it he had signed at least ten of them. All in his eye-burning green pen. There should be the first person noticing sometime soon…

The teacher chose that moment to come back, and Mikey, who’d been stationed at the door, alerted them all to her presence. Cue the frantic scrambling of 20-odd teenagers as they all retook their seats. When the teacher re-entered she had a look of suspicion on her face, but did nothing about it. Most of the class passed by in the quiet scratching of pencils and hushed whispers. Luckily for Danny, he had hearing that was better than the average person. Thus he caught the spread of a confused sentiment in the back of the room. He just hoped one of them would put the dots together.

As he had approached Star, she was the first to confront him. With Paulina at her side and the rest of their posse behind her, of course. Their presence also caught the attention of the rest of the class, and soon Danny was the center of attention. Surprisingly the teacher made no comment on the whole situation.

“What, exactly, is this?” Questioned Star. They all held up their yearbooks to show him. All of them had matching neon-green scribbles.

“You’re the only one with a green pen!”

“It’s just my signature. What’s up with that?” Danny said as though bored. But it was a front. Inside he was almost giddy. Deep down he knew they probably weren’t going to connect the dots, who would ever begin to think that a ghost had a (not-so) secret identity? But it couldn’t hurt to hope.

“But it is not yours,” Paulina shouted. She produced a very familiar picture.

Last month, Paulina had showed up at the end of every single ghost fight for a solid week, begging for an autograph. Danny had managed to evade her for a while, but she was quite persistent. He’d been so reluctant because what she wanted him to sign was a very obviously photoshopped picture of himself, carrying an equally photoshopped Paulina in his arms. In it, ‘his’ jaw looked like it could slice through steel, and also for some reason it gave him black stubble? But yeah, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. It wasn’t until Paulina started throwing herself into danger for his attention that he gave in. Also, Technus called her his girlfriend and he was having none of that.

“You forged Phantom’s signature!” Oh, she looked furious. Heh.

“What are you talking about?” Danny feigned innocence.

“Of course that’s mine. Look, it’s even got a star next to it.” Danny was having quite a bit of fun with the ordeal. He may only be half ghost, but he could still partake in a bit of mischief. Or maybe that was the teenager in him? Who knew. But unfortunately a certain Wes Weston had to come along and spoil his fun.

“He is literally admitting it! Danny is Phantom!” Wes popped up out of nowhere.

“I don’t know why you all think I’m crazy when he is literally saying it himself!” Ah, sweet innocent Wes. Now they would never figure it out themselves. Danny sighed, mentally of course because on the outside he was still the perfect figure of innocence. Hm. Maybe he could twist this to his advantage. They already lost the chance of figuring it out, so why not reinforce it?

“He’s dead right, you know.” Danny said, stopping Wes in the middle of his tirade. He’d been preparing for this for all of his half-life.

“It’s pretty un-boo-lievable that he’s the only one to ever stand a ghost of a chance in figuring me out. The rest of you only know the halfa it. It truly haunts me how invisible I am to you all.” Danny tried his best to sound both completely honest and like a complete troll.

It earned him a series of blank stares. That slowly turned to frowns as the series of puns began to register. He had about half expected laughter, but it would seem that either he or Wes were uncool enough for them to react so negatively.

“Ugh, really?”

“Ghost jokes are so old.”

“That’s just lazy comedy.”

“Did he really go there?”

“Such a loser.”

Wow, tough crowd.

After that disaster the A-listers stomped off, having lost interest and not wanting to be subject to his puns. Though not before Dash promised to beat him up for being so lame. Someone in the group produced a bottle of white nail polish and they painted over his signatures. Little did they know, the ecto-ink would just burn through it before too long. A small bit of revenge, but revenge nonetheless.

The bell rang and Danny went to gather his things. He made for the door when suddenly Wes blocked his path.

“I hate you.” Wes said flatly.

“Hey, I tried, okay? If they didn’t believe it back there they never will. Some people just don’t want to see what’s right in front of them.” Danny shrugged.

“Well I’m not gonna give it up.” Said Wes, determined. He went off to get his own stuff.

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down~” Danny sang after him. Wes just ignored him and stomped off. Dang, try to lighten the mood and that’s all ya get.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They were clueless. Utterly clueless. Even when Danny started adding the star to the end when asked for autographs in ghost form, the school’s rumor mill just chalked it up to coincidence and didn’t even talk about it for a whole day before people lost interest. Though Danny’s attempt had largely failed, it did have one success. He could say whatever questionable ghostly stuff he wanted, and people barely batted an eye. They just thought it was an elaborate ruse to make fun of Wes. Which, poor Wes, but the guy did kinda bring it upon himself. Despite having the exact opposite effect of what he wanted to do, Danny was happy with the development.

Plus, it would only make for an even better reveal when his secret finally, inevitably came out.

[collisiondiscourse]

Hey Codi! I’m not sure if you’ve answered this but what was your experience getting into bnha? Was it something that clicked instantly on did it take a while for you to warm up to the characters?

And mostly unrelated but what is your preferred genre of fic?

HI ARIOZ!!! MWAH

oh man my experience w mha was... interesting. back in middle school i met this person who was into mha and recommended it to me a lot and i was like "haha no.... the fandoms pretty big and apparently argues a lot and i already like voltron 😂" and brushed it off, swearing to never try it.

i knew the basic characters which were deku, uraraka, bakugou, nd todoroki — all of which i had no feeling of exceot for bakugou whom i IRRATIONALLY DISLIKED. so many ppl said he was a jerk but so many ppl also had crushes on him and i was like WHY. WHY. (laughing while crying now i know why)

in 2020 at the beginning of quarantine (like... 3 months in?) nothing piqued my interest n i wanted to try making online friends for the first time. so i started looking for big fandoms to join and make friends in. THEN on my youtube recommendations, i saw this video essay abt BKDK and in its defense. and at the time the only mha ship i knew was tddk, and i was like huh? bc the person who i knew made it usually only made essays abt the most popular ships bc that was his preference. and so i watched it and i was like OH. INTRIGUING? and thus started my curiosity for mha.

when i told my irl friends (many of which were mha fans/had watched it) i was getting into it — ALL OF THEM guaranteed id be a bakubitch. determined to prove them wrong i started watching it with an active dislike for bkg and

and then.

and then i fell hard. REALLY HARD. and started consuming bkdk fanart by the BUCKETS. joined a bkdk server. made my very first internet friends (hi cloud hi aus hi ty hi arioz hi v HAHAHAH) and started drawing for the first time in YEARS. revived my tumblr account that ive had since like 2017 and drew.

at around november 2020 i got my confidence to REALLY start posting art. i was active. i pumped out art every week or so and got to like 400 followers or smth by the end of the year. started reading the manga. started buying merch. started making more friends. made a server to plonk all those friends in like a little aquarium in around february 2021.

and now im here :)

[mallowstep]

Hi I have some questions for the Rustfang au!

-how did Rustpaw/fang come to be one of Btokenstars core enforcers? Was it a case of like, indoctrination? (I hope that’s the right word)

-What are your ideas for Tigerclaw and his actions in this au? Does he end up killing ravenpaw to keep him quiet about Redtail’s murder?

-was there still a fire prophecy that Spotedleaf received? And if so was there ever conflict between Bluestar and Brokenstar over it?

yeah it's pretty much indoctrination. like brokenstar brings him into shadowclan as an apprentice, he's pretty inclined to trust and believe. his norms are based as shadowclan at the time, and he knows he needs to prove he's loyal, so if brokenstar tells him XYZ is a traitor, well...rustfang will do what needs to be done.

haven't fully decided. blackfoot still exists so it's not like tiger coming to shadowclan will tell a "new" story, so i think i might have him successfully kill bluestar, and then ally with shadowclan from thunderclan. as many may know, my headcanon is FIRMLY that pre-tpb, shadowclan and thunderclan weren't really rivals. thunderclan and riverclan HATED each other, and windclan and shadowclan were enemies, but with the thunderpath between thunderclan and shadowclan (and similarly, the gorge between riverclan and windclan), they just didn't get into many fights.

so shadowclan and thunderclan are probably going to ally, forcing wind and river to take down tigerclan. i do have a good idea of how rustfang's story plays out in that.

(oh, yeah, and ravenpaw is dead. however firepaw IS one of the apprentices who hears the story.)

spottedleaf doesn't get the prophecy, yellowfang does. she tells it to brokenstar, knowing he'll consider it starclan's blessing, but yellowfang prays it means that someone will restore shadowclan and take out brokenstar.

while it doesn't play out like it does in canon, it does play out.

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

What with the new chapter I can see Bk having one of two reactions-

Part of me sees katsuki sitting with others in the dorms thinking ‘there’s the fucking nerd’ (affectionate). Nervous about him but confident in his abilities and willing to continue learning at UA.

while another part of me sees him running through the streets, having left to chase after deku once he learned he left, and glances the fight on a tv and thinks ‘there’s the fucking nerd’( exasperated) because he’s been worried sick.

And I honestly can’t decide which one I’d rather see more.

I like the second option the best

[remade-stopframevevo]

☕️ problems with the warrior code?

time to break out the bullet point list

i think the only good thing thats ever happened to the warrior code is bluestars “mind your own goddamn business” rule wrt who the father of a queens kits is and that couldnt even last past her existence

its super fucking annoying everyones like “oh my god medicine cats cant have a family because they’d be biased in who they heal” like...what the fuck are you talking about, thunderclan has 600 med cats at a time anyway. its stupid. besides that, its literally not even an official rule but yellowfangs entire book centers around the fact its illegal for her to have kits just because 1000 years ago one single woman was like “this is stressful actually”

“the word of the clan is code” is dictatorship but the fact no one has a say in who the next leader is BESIDES the current leader is dictatorship anyway so moving on

i understand... the point behind the “no mates from another clan rule”, but it could also be so easily solved if warriors didnt have such violent nationalism wrt “the clan comes first” and they were just allowed to move to their mates clan lol... like i get it doesnt always work like that and its not that easy e.g. oakheart and bluestar, but it seems like such a solvable problem lmfao

this is more in regards to the writing of the books themselves (not like the rest of this isnt but you know what i mean) but i think it’d be stupid to go through this and not mention that the punishment for breaking the code as a man is a slap on the wrist and the punishment for breaking the code as a woman is being sent through the 7 circles of hell in life and death but lets be honest this isnt a solvable problem because the erins hate every last one of their female characters especially squirrelflight and leafpool

[rookflower]

Snowtuft and or goldenfower for the different design thing?

difficult choice...... i love goldenflower but man snowtuft is just fun to draw huh

Send me a Warrior Cats character and I’ll create a different design from how I draw the character normally!