#D.D. Danger

[docgold13]

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D.D. Danger

Created by Mike Owens and Shadi Petosky, Danger & Eggs is an animated series produced by Amazon Studios.  The show centers on the madcap adventures of D.D. Danger, an imaginative, thrill-seeking teenage girl, and her best friend, a cautious and goodhearted anthropomorphic egg named Phillip.  

Actress Aidy Bryant provides the voice for D.D. Danger.  Danger & Eggs premiered in June of 2017.  

[demoniccrowz]

My brother just gave me another idea accidentally </3 he doesn’t understand the importance of it to me ;-;

[goodmorningbatterycity]

"My Chemical Romance D.D. G1."/ Danger Days Concept Art - SteamRobo (Inactive)

[yarrystyleeza]

Congratulations on the milestone, friend!!! 🎉🎉 I’m so excited for you! 💖

So for your sleepover event I’d like to send in a request for someone that is probably NOT expected from me. Can I please get some fluff for one of my other absolute loves Daryl Dixon? Maybe something fluffy about being unable to fall asleep? Possibly something with a love confession? Whatever feels right for you I'd be excited to read! I miss my crossbow wielding love 😭❤

Thank you so much, Bella! This was definitely a milestone, and it wouldn't have been possible without you, thank you again! 🥰💞

And as for the request, I had such a fun time writing it, I missed Daryl so much and your request brought back so many memories 🥺💞💞💞

Night Birds (D.D)

Requested by @bellaxgiornata

Pairing and dynamic: Daryl Dixon x female!reader — friends to lovers

Prompt: fluff, one bed trope, unable to fall asleep, love confession

Word count: 2.2k!

Writer's note: this took me a while to write, not just because I haven't written anything for Daryl in more than 3 years, but the story building wasn't easy, and I just hope it's enjoyable and fun. Also, this lil fic is heavily inspired by Panic! At The Disco's out of the Vault "night birds", unfortunately it was taken down from YouTube due to copyright issues but here's a snippet of it on twt

"shit." you muttered under your breath, looking at the one bed at the end of the cabin, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose. You and Daryl left Alexandria and went scavenging this morning, but your journey took way longer than expected and it was dangerous for you to take the road back home in this wintery night.

You twisted your lips in a thoughtful pout, Daryl soon notices that after he had locked the cabin door. "what?" he narrows his blue eyes as he asks, "it's a..." you gesture in the direction of the bed, "oh." he commented..

The two of you stood in place—silently for a full minute before Daryl makes a suggestion. "I can sleep on the floor--" immediately, you shook your head in disapproval, "no, Daryl, it's too cold and you might get sick," you fired back, "but I don' think that thin' can hold us up together, y'know," Daryl objected, "a bed is still a bed, even though it looks old, and rusty, and small... and a little crooked..." you gesture at the odd position the bed was in, tilting your head to try to find any correct angle in this bed.

Daryl stood silent for a moment to recollect his thoughts and you eyed him patiently, he eyed you a little before speaking, you cross your arms, pout your lips and knit your brows, waiting for him to drop the bomb of a thought because you knew what he's about to say now.

"there's another cabin down the road, 15 minute walk from here..." you rolled your eyes with a very loud objective groan, uncrossing your arms, "of course no, Daryl," he mirrored your eye roll, "don't even ask why, you know why, we need to always stick together, like— how am I supposed to make sure you're okay?" you interrupted before he could defend his suggestion, "we have our walkie-talkies--" he shrugged, "we don't," you whispered and he grimaced immediately, "what d'ya mean?" his brows got knitted, you smiled your teeth out.

"I thought it was a quick trip so I thought we didn't really need them..." you twisted your fingers as you answered with a low voice.

You lied about that, you actually brought the devices and you hid them in your backpack, you just wanted him to stay with you.

You've known Daryl for a really long time, you met back at Hershel's farm. You were a lone survivor and you happen to stumble upon Daryl in the woods. You needed a shelter and Hershel's family home provided this for you and in exchange, you helped them on their search for Sophia. Unfortunately it didn't go as intended, and everyone had to face the ugly truth about her death.

But during the search—Daryl accidentally got shot by Andrea and you offered to stay and take care of him—since everyone else was busy; and you found peace in his presence. That was the day you became true friends, inseparable friends.

Wherever Daryl was, you were with him. You were always together on missions, and whenever Rick talked about a scavenging mission you were the first one signing up the moment you know Daryl was on it too. You couldn't truly connect with other members in the group, you were shy and had troubles bonding with a big group of people, but you were always nice to them.

But, Daryl holds a special place in your heart, and you could never deny that. You were two lone wolves who found a little peace of mind together.

Now, you can see how frustrated he is, the look of both anger and worry are soaking his gentle features. "I'm sorry, Daryl," you muttered softly between your teeth, he shrugged, "forget 'bout it, pet."

You took your backpack off your shoulder and placed it by the end of the bed, you kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your heavy winter jacket. You fluff your hair and gently you lie down the mattress and your body sinks in. You were exhausted.

You watch Daryl as he makes his way to the bed, his expression is a little unsure of his actions and it was confusing, you rarely saw that face of him, he's nervous, silent and red. Daryl slowly sits on the edge of the bed, he lies down on your left side and you feel how timid he is.

"goodnight, Daryl," you lie on your back and you fix your eyes on the ceiling, he shifts a little, mirroring your pose but his hands are behind his head, his leather covered elbow brushes your cheek softly. "goodnight, pet," Daryl gently replies.

And you stay like that for hours, both facing the ceiling, you start counting the cracks in the wooden surfaces and they're twenty one, you want to pull your eyes out of their sockets to force yourself to sleep but you can't, the clock hanging on the wall had long died, you feel like a nocturnal animal who's unable to close its eyes but feeling drunk and paralyzed, you're too aware of how loud your heart is pumping tonight, you can feel every particle of dust falling onto your skin, and your breathing is so audible that you feel it ringing in your ears, it's uncomfortable and overwhelming.

Your eyes glance to the side and you notice how silent Daryl is, but he wasn't asleep either. "you can't sleep, right?" you mumble, your eyes are back on the ceiling, recounting the clefts, did their number increase?

"nah, and I guess you aren'..." he replies with the same calm tone, still looking up. "do you remember that night—back at Hershel's farm when neither of us was able to fall asleep?" you try to remind him.

The night Daryl got shot, you drank a huge amount of coffee in order to stay awake and take care of him, it was a terrible decision, because you spent the night and the next morning—shaking in weakness. And Daryl was in so much pain he couldn't close his eyes either but kept lying to you—telling you it feels more like a scratch. You kept hearing him groaning quietly and you kept petting his head to try and make his focus shift to the movement of your fingers in his hair. It was a very exhausting night but you woke up collapsed over Daryl as you had sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"I get the same vibes here," your heart beats faster, you have no idea why you're nervous but you are. "us getting stuck together and having to deal with each other," you chuckle a little as you recall the events, "you were so pissed about me following you everywhere but then you got shot and I had to stay the night and take care of you," you keep on talking, almost feeling like you're talking to yourself. Daryl was silent, it was a little heartbreaking that he had no reaction to it.

"jeez, sorry for giving you a headache--" you sigh, tears almost stray out of your heavy eyelids, "at all, pet, I love listening to ya talkin' bout anythin'," he cuts you off, you feel his weight shifting next to you, you glance to the side and you see his blue eyes shining back at you in the dim light.

"I thought you were annoying at first but, I can't lie to ya, turns out you never were, pet," you giggle at his affirmation, "maybe because I'm a little too loud to you," you admit, your energies might have never matched but you still found harmony within it.

You remember the day you got kidnapped by Merle back at Woodbury, Daryl came over with the group to rescue you, Maggie, and Glenn. You were never able to remember anything about that event, never recalled how many hours or days you were gone but there was only one thing you remember for sure, Daryl ran up to you the moment he saw you and hugged you tight—almost crushing you in his arms. Something in you changed and you felt attracted and more attached to him. The worry in his blue orbs, and his tight hug still burns your skin.

Then the day everything fell apart and you had to flee the prison. You were introduced to the overprotective side of Daryl, he never left your side since then, and you always found yourself safe in his presence.

You never wanted to be away from him, and you hated the fact that you got separated when you first arrived to Alexandria, you were so mad that you picked up a fight with him intentionally so he could spend more time talking to you. You felt torn apart whenever he had to leave for a scavenging mission without you, and you couldn't stand any lady trying to hit on him.

The realization hits you hard... You've been in love with Daryl for longer than you can imagine.

"you look tired, pet, you need t' sleep," you almost chuckle at his words, "wish I could but I can't," you mumble. He half sits on the bed, "c'mere, pet," you look up at him, his arms are open wide for you, your heart twists in your chest as you try to make up your mind. You give up and place your head over his chest, his heart pumping next to your ear, his fingers delicately slip through your hair and he gently moves his tips on your scalp in circular motions, your eyes flutter shut and you snuggle your face into him.

His movement misses around with your heartbeat, poor little thing is thundering in your chest. You truly can't live without him.

"I care so much 'bout you, pet," your heart dropped, could this mean that you weren't the only one feeling it? You weren't so sure about it yet, but you decided you should let him finish his words.

But then his hand travels down, leaving your hair, his palm cups your cheek and his thumb fondles your blushed skin. "I care— so much 'boucha that I never think of anythin' else except for ya," you shift your head to look up at him and you find him staring back down at you.

You couldn't help but lift your head off his chest to sit straight and look directly at him in disbelief, he's astonished by your reaction and you see him lowering his eyes to his now tangled fingers. "I shouldn't 've talked about it, 'm sorry," he mumbles and you shift closer to him.

You don't quite know how you did it, but you aimed a kiss to his lips and he is taken by surprise. The very first time you've ever put your lips on him feels so unique, but you're to scared to indulge in the feeling. You part away from him, his face is unreadable, he turned pale white. Realizing what you just did. Did he actually feel anything for you? Does he even like you back? Was this the right thing to do? Or did you misunderstood the whole situation? You had no answers for those questions.

You're overthinking it a lot that you don't notice him moving closer to you, cupping your cheeks and drawing you into a kiss. Your shoulders fall and your hands envelope the back of his neck, gently tugging onto his long locks. His hands round your waist and you could feel the smile on his lips, he draws you over to his lap and he hugs you tight as the kiss continues.

He kisses you sweetly, and you only melt more into him, fumbling his face with the tips of your fingers, feeling the soft stubble on his cheeks. His hands go back over your cheeks and he's softly caressing them, tucking your hair behind your ears and you feel his lips stretching once again.

Daryl slowly pulls away from you, he's shy, he's nervous, he's flustered, and surely he's shaking but his smile is so big that you could barely see his ocean blue eyes. "so sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I was just—" you say and he giggles at you, "gosh, I love you, Daryl," you chuckle, the small of your hands are still enveloping his cheeks, "I love you too, pet, always did," Daryl slowly pulls you back into another kiss, you both smile as you sip on the uniquely sweet flavor you two created.

"think you can get some sleep now, angel?" Daryl murmured while your lips are still locked upon each other, you nodded with a slight chuckle, "alright, lemme tuck you in, lil' one," you slip from over his lap and he shuffles back to his place, taking you in his arms and resting your head onto his chest, playfully messing with your hair, you round his waist with your leg and snuggle into his chest, he keeps peppering your temple with little pecks until you both fell asleep.

Daryl wakes up early and he gently pulls himself from under you—in fear of disturbing your deep sleep, he gets up and makes his way to the little dining table where he had placed his bag, he scavenges through it for food but he finds nothing.

Daryl tries his luck with your backpack and searches through it, and that's where he finds the walkie-talkies you hid all day long... And you had witnessed his finding yourself.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

[rusty-the-rusty-spotted-cat]

@theshadowsofhispast “D.D IS IN DANGER! IT IS NOT REAL THERAPY! THE NAMES OF THESE PEOPLE WHO HAVE CONTROL OF HIS BLOG ARE THE SAME NAMES OF THE LACKEYS WHO KIDNAPPED HIM!!!”

[joltai-showa]

fic notes, "To End with a Bang"

last notes post for my submissions and after that I'll be focusing on rereading my BSSM stuff cause it's been so long I think I forgot like half of the stuff I had planned for FQTP lmao

about the title: I couldn't quite figure out what I wanted to do for this one's name, but considering that this fic is something bordering Deidara's ideas of commiting suicide (not exactly physical, but moreso for his pop idol persona, nonetheless you can see it pop up here and there) I decided to stop on a common (I believe?) phrase that also kind of coincides with Deidara's love for explosions

aaaaand the title drop by the end of the fic with Deidara and Obito admitting that To End with a Bang is their favorite song just kind of happened on its own, the dialogue was going and then I realized that it might be a cool place to drop this piece in

I generally try to write about 1k words a day and I believe it was like on day 2 or 3 that I finally decided on Deidara's stage name lol. I think Darling Dei is pretty catchy hehe

on that note Dei always refers to his fans as darlings💗

about Deidara's backstory in this one: just as usual in my AUs he's been adopted by Tsuchikage's family when he was young and was expected to follow the path that the family chose for him, meaning a political career. Deidara very much hated this, but continued to bear with it until he was about 19. One day he's decided he's had enough of everyone's bullshit, thus he stole his friends' money, took his documents from the family and ran away from the country to pursue his dreams of being a singer (one might say an artist mwahahaha). he ended up getting recruited and has made a pretty successfull career for himself. unfortunately for him it all turned out to be about him being very much marketable to the general public, not about his music. on top of all of that he never managed to get into an actual honest relationship (where the other person wasn't trying to utilize him for something) after severing his ties with everyone back in Land of Earth, so he ends up in the condition that we see him in the fic, pretty heavily depressed and in a borderline manic state

I don't know shit about idols, really, I only listen to the music from videogames and anime lmao, so all of the stuff about being an idol and what is expected of an idol is taken from what I once watched/read about the toxicity of idol culture in Asia

"Most of his face was covered by a simple black mask, a pair of sunglasses and a bright orange cap with "D.D." written in tiny shiny crystals" - D.D. standing for Darling Dei and the color of the cap is taken from Tobi's mask lmao. Yep, Obito wears Darling Dei merch. he actually bought the cap on the event venue. he follows Dei's socials pretty closely, but because he works a 9 to 5 job he can't exactly go to the concert as much as he wants, so this is his first one in a while, he's coming straight after work and he's finally found enough courage to buy flowers for his most favorite artist

regarding flowers: carnations are supposed to represent love, distinction, and fascination (which is what Obito would have probably asked for at the flower shop). however the seller probably assumed he's going on a date, so Obito has red carnations which symbolize romantic love

Obito obviously adores everything related to Darling Dei, he really loves his music and listens to it every day. as for his attraction… well, he's known that he likes both men and women for a while now, but with his scars he doesn't think he'll ever have much success with anyone, so he's accepted that he'll be alone for the rest of his life, save for something quick every once in a while. obviously, he believes that Dei is way out of his league which is why he's so shy and scaredy when Dei suddenly does pay attention to him of all people

Deidara is a workaholic though ahahaha. but he's mostly into guys, never revealing it to anyone that might be dangerous to him or his persona (and really he's into men with large heart that'll be honest, silly and whimsical around him, soooo Obito hahaha)

"S-sorry, it's kind of overwhelming for me, I didn't expect to actually meet you today…" Oh, darling , you've got no idea what is waiting for you in my make-up room. "I'm so, so, so sorry for wasting your time like that, can you sign it for… ehm… Tobi?" Deidara starts on "to" when the guy swears again and wipes his forehead with his palm. "No-no-no, please, god, I'm so sorry, can you do it for Obito?" - Tobi is the nickname that Obito uses on forums related to Dei, so he's pretty used to being called that whenever he's in that kind of situation, but then he realizes that he's a fucking dumbass and he's got Dei in front of him, so he should do it for his real name

I have no idea how people post their fics without editing, because mine are absolutely terrific pre-edit. mostly because I write on the phone in my bed before sleep + I don't use T9 + English isn't my first language, so half of editing is just replacing the same word splattered everywhere with its synonyms. but a particularly funny issue that I had several times already is messing up minor details in a weird way. this applies to chapter 4 of FQTP, with the lighting in Obito's lab (pre-edit it was like a disco room with how many times I apparently changed the color of the room), and here this applies to Obito's flowers (I think after using carnations for the first time I literally fucking forgor that I needed to use them, so I had different flowers later that certainly weren't carnations) and Deidara's costume (I think I ended up giving him all white clothes to symbolize innocence or smth, a leather jacket, a ripped t-shirt and jeans. i think the nails were white too? bruh)

also another headcanon that I'll be shoving everywhere: Deidara starts blushing with his cheeks, while Obito with his ears :)

"the man gulps with a jump, likely after the girl directly behind him shoved him pretty roughly with her tin badge covered bag" - that was supposed to be that girlie's Darling Dei ita-bag

"the only thing that could pass as it was a bowl for candies (which he promptly dumped behind the couch)" - I love the two of them being absolute idiots in any universe, so I couldn't hold myself back with this one. yep, Deidara, dumping a bowl of candies to drop the flowers in is certainly a plan

"Well, it's a relief that I can still find some success among men, so thank you for your kind words, Obito," Deidara has to throw a quick glance towards the cap on the table to make sure that he says the correct name" - I make a point to minimize Deidara refering to Obito by his name here all the way until they return to the couch and Obito shows what a good supportive top he is. before that to Deidara he's just some guy/man/whatever he wants to use to destroy his persona. he is pushing away the guilt by ignoring that Obito might be someone who truly cares and has something to live for

unfortunately that also meant that I almost drove myself insane from the amount of "he/him/his" in here, because this is my first time posting something with both of them being guys and really the hardest thing was to make sure that the pronounces make sense

also first time writing gayge sex. at this point no idea if it's good. f/m sex is kinda easier to write tbh

"It's all been recorded and now the first bomb to destroy the foundation of Darling Dei has been planted." - i giggled a bit when I realized I could slap a juicy bomb reference because Deidara is always Deidara

"Obito unbuttons his shirt, revealing to Deidara's surprised eyes his chest that looks strangely mismatched. It's not that the right side has the same terrible scars that his face does, it's more like… skin grafts? Yeah, that's more like it." - so this thing here has quite the history behind it. Obviously, if we're doing a modern AU, Obito's incident needs to be changed because ain't no way he survives it the way he does it in canon. Whenever I don't like thinking too deep about it, I just settle on a car crash with Obito's right side ending up pretty badly mangled in the debris. Now here's where we run into another issue - Obito's scarring, because he should end up with scars throught his whole body, not just his face. And this is where I like to utilize a headcanon that I read in here random lore drop but I've been reading Obidei for like 10 years before deciding to write anything and this fic is something that I return to every few years if not every year because this is like THE fic for me. it's only recently been reposted on AO3, so don't be surprised at the date, it's actually from like 2013-2014. I highly recommened checking out Tione Jade's other works too, they are the bar that I am aiming for with my writing, whether it's the plot, the drama or the jokes and shitposts. yes, it's all in Russian, but this is your opportunity to feel the true "sorry English is not my first language" experience which is put the link of the fic into Google Translate and enjoying whatever you manage to understand in the end. But back to the Bang - the fic above suggested a very curious explanation as to why AU Obito would end up without scars on his body and yet the scars on his face would remain - Obito actually had them, but later an operation was done on him and the damaged skin was replaced with skin grafts, however it was too risky to do on the face (losing the ability to move his facial muscles is pretty bad), so Obito has whatever he has

"What do you mean by "you know when things get rough", hm?" - before that Deidara uses his persona, Dei, to speak, but now, after getting to know Obito closer, the facade drops and Deidara starts to use his usual grunts at the end of the sentences

"My relatives took me in when the hospital finally released me, they even moved into the same neighborhood that I lived in just so I could continue studying in the same school I used to. They paid for all of my treatments, even found me a surgeon who could fix up my scars. Most of them, anyway, the ones on the face were a lost cause, too close to the facial nerves," Obito tiredly brushes his index and middle finger against the deep lines scattered over the only side of his face that Deidara could see right now. "Two of my closest friends would visit me every day to help me with my homework or just hang out." - tiny cameos for Uchiha family, Kakashi and Rin

"Well, excuse me, but in my opinion most of your fans are idiots, Dei," Obito raises his index finger in self-importance. "I hope you've never had to talk to them on the forums, seriously, I tried to talk with them about how "To End with a Bang" is supposed to be the pinnacle of your writing, but those morons were more interested in discussing which one of your concert costumes was the sexiest one." - Obito would absolutely go on the internet and argue for hours on forums. he just screams this energy

the sando sanditches is just something I saw in youtube shorts from japanese supermarkets and i wanna try them so badly. alas, no such luck

and that's it for Obidei week notes! now onto usual stuff which is BSSM au >:)

[xx-bossman-xx]

So... ummmm... D.D's probably in danger.

~ ???

well rip to D.D.

[sadmanyeyes]

Chapter 380:

Yakumo fights him but D.D. remembers all his tricks. It's not looking good...

But fuck him, Pai is in front of the vial that Shiva is in and asks him why she can't hear him. Is it because he's dying or is it because he doesn't want to talk to her? Benares says it's probably both and offers to translate for her. Pai says she doesn't know and doesn't want to fight him, which Benares encourages. He asks if she wants him to tell Shiva that but she asks him to lift the seal for her. He call her crazy, saying he won't endanger his master but she says she doesn't want to harm him. But he says she'll be in danger too so forget it, wait until the ritual. That's when he notices something's wrong with the seal: Haan.

Haan is working with R-Dude (the eel guy whose name I can't remember) but is finding the seal to difficult to destroy. R-Dude asks if Yakumo needs help but Haan says fighting is his job and he got his. But then Talisman attacks him and Yakumo is restrained from helping by Gero. D.D. is going to kill them both (Gero doesn't like that) and attacks...ending the chapter.

[storiesofsvu]

Finally had a chance to finish decedent desires! Aside from expecting and waiting for more angst (compared to past multi fics lol), it was such a smooth read! When it comes to Prentiss, you write her so well. Some write her so out of character, but you have a great balance between the version we know on screen and existing in your fic world if that makes sense. I loved D.D so much. Not being familiar with the other characters, just made me want to watch their shows/read more of them. The story flowed so nicely from chapter to chapter. The only thing I missed was more of the bau atmosphere there is with a bau reader (like with a dangerous game). (A suggestion, not official request: a series or standalone fic surrounding the evolution arcs with a bau reader perhaps? Merging the tone of D.D with the deeper case elements of A.D.G.) 

Hi!!

Glad you enjoyed it! 🥰🩷🙏🏻

Hahahahahhahaha yeah.. the angst definitely didnt angst in that one, and that’s okay! LOL. Normally i do like throwing some in but this fic didnt have too much canon/to do with work so i figured there was no need for anyone to get kidnapped or anything 😂 if there was any big blow up it likely would have been more on the political end of the spectrum👀

Thank you so much!! 🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷 i do try my best & take pride in comments like that!

Im always glad when i can get people intrigued in other shows/characters/fandoms (esp when theyre similar style to the original shows) (or just have really hot actors LOL)

I definitely missed out on the bau team environment as well in this one. It was tricky as their relationship/dynamic was mainly kept a secret, esp on emily’s side so it was tricky for me to figure out how to integrate those moments into the plot.

Ive got a couple of little ideas pertaining to evolution, esp s2(/17) and emily so those might make an appearance one day 😂

🩷🩷

[finn-brooks]

"I wasn't trying to get many girls in high school." It's a flat retort accompanied by a deadpan, Finn's lack of amusement apparent. Not that he needs to get into the deep details of his adolescence, and how he'd been too busy lost in books and bouncing around all of Salem as a bit of a lone wolf. Not the brooding sort, God no, he wasn't dark and dangerous looking, but he'd always chosen solitude in favor of his hobbies.

As well as his performances in historic tours.

Despite being well practiced in that, there is no act now, and Finn just gives Madison a sharp stare. "You say that like it's a threat, and in all my nihilism, do it. You won't," Finn challenges back with narrowed eyes. "Come on, follow through on your threat- OH, no! Give it—" the liquid splashes on the counter, and he offers the bartender an apologetic glance. "Alright! Fine. You win."

"As your D.D., if this puts you over the edge then I'm bringing you home before a bouncer can give you the boot."

@madiiscn

Her lips stay attached to the straw for as long as they can resist the force of Finn's effort to get her to relinquish the fish bowl.

"Finn!" She practically growls, through gritted teeth, obvious annoyance on her face. Her sweetened demeanor fading briefly as for once, she does not get what she wants.

"This is why you never got girls like me in high school." It's not the sharpest blow, and might not even be the truth — on account of the fact that she doesn't remember seeing him in the halls of her high school back in Palm Springs. Perhaps she wouldn't have, even if he were to have attended. She'd been shallow enough to overlook people like Finn in the past. The fact that she was even interested in him now was still quite the shock. If her subordinates back home could see her now, she'd be burned at the stake.

She turned her body, so she could look at him in the eye. "I..." Her voice began, her lips still pressed into a thin line. "...will kill you." With her unconvincing threat, her hands went forward and pressed against the empty outer spaces of the bowl. She gave it a light tug, unaware of the liquid sloshing within, and the droplets of alcohol that over spilled. "Give it back!" Another tug, this time again more powerful and more alcohol spilling. "I'm not going to be sick, I'll be fine!"

[dangerndeggsshitpost]

*sees a fellow danger and eggs fan*

i have fanart :)

hell yeah!

[hildaficlibrary]

Remorse Of An Adventurer

Remorse is a Hilda fanfic by AO3 user DaringDanger (and FF.net user D.D. Danger) @nisse-room​ (An HFN member and Mod Mori on this blog)

The story features an alternate world where Hilda’s mother passes away in the middle of season 1, and how Hilda and those in her sphere are affected by the loss. It features some dark material but is well worth the read. 

Read on Archive of our Own or Fanfiction.net  It is also a part of The Huld Codices series on Archive of our Own

[swordsparkling]

STAND NAME: 「MOTORHEAD」

STAND MASTER: D.D. DANGER

Destructive Power: B

Speed: A

Range: E

Durability: C

Precision: B

Developmental Potential: D

Namesake: Motörhead - English rock band

Type: Artificial Non-Humanoid Stand, Bound Stand, Range Irrelevant

Wheel Mimicry: Motorhead allows D.D. to transform into a wheel, whether one of a vehicle, furniture, steering, roulette wheel, etc. In this form, she completely turns into the homogeneous matter that makes up the object, without any part of her form being more important than the other. When she becomes a wheel, regardless of its size, D.D. can accelerate herself in any direction without the need of a physical force. She can keep on accelerating, and apply a force to maintain that acceleration. With enough speed, D.D, is able to perform a quick dash maneuver in which she rolls into a ball, spinning forward and crashing through opponents, even cutting through them. The wheel form is also able to manipulate and pass on the use of the g-force, including its acceleration and other effects. This can be used to speed up, slow down or change the direction of a moving object or person, manipulate the effects of acceleration of that object or person, manipulating the acceleration's "stress", making it more harmful. Should D.D. get caught or pinned down, either in human or wheel form, she can accumulate speed and motion from any type of activity and unleash it all at once, granting her the ability to move at virtually any speed depending on how long she accumulates it. In wheel form, D.D. can still manifest any part of her body to appear, such as her limbs, giving her an advantage of carrying objects and using weapons to attack. This ability not only gives D.D. the power to change form, but to change form by concept. She is not limited to being a tire wheel, but different other kinds of wheels with possibly different abilities in those forms. She can become a "wheel of fortune", where she can spin to select a section that grants luck to her. However, this is something she cannot use on herself, as her energy is spent as manifesting herself as the wheel of fortune, and must use another person as her vessel to complete her ability. Another wheel form D.D. can choose is a ferris wheel, using its colossal size to destroy anything in her path on a city-level scale.

[cyphorical]

The summaries of each portion of Dawn Dziuba's letter of patient concerns at the link in the original post:

The first portion describes alleged unethical policies and practices at the Missouri Department of Mental Health, including psychiatric abuse, medical fraud, forced drugging, misuse of guardianship, sexual abuse, racial inequality, and coercion. It states that "Hospital" is a euphemistic term for psychiatric prisons where patients' rights are violated.

The second portion provides first-hand accounts from patients like J.D., R.F., and H.G. detailing being surrounded and forcibly injected with drugs like Haldol when refusing medication, despite not exhibiting dangerous behavior. It also describes coercion of patients like T.W. and S.J. into taking plea deals or medication under threats of lifelong confinement.

The third portion provides the perspective of a lawyer, D.D., committed to a Missouri psychiatric facility, describing their traumatic experience of being forcibly drugged with pills and injections despite legal and written objections. D.D. also describes coercion to change testimony and interference in filing legal documents.

The fourth portion contains anonymous first-hand accounts from patients describing poor facility conditions, inequality between white staff and predominantly black patients, routine forced injections with drugs for minor issues, assault of patients by staff, and use of coercion and threats.

The fifth portion provides critical perspective from a patient, E.H., on issues with Missouri's forensic psychiatry system, including unethical practices like exaggerating dangerousness to obtain commitment orders, lack of science behind diagnoses, and civil liberties violations through forced treatment and indefinite commitment.

The final portion is written by a patient, B.A., describing their experience of unconstitutional detention, being surrounded and forcibly injected with drugs for throwing water, and an overall prison-like environment of coercion and intimidation at a Missouri psychiatric facility.

content warning prison and police violence - 7/18/23

Longtime disability rights activist and longtime prisoner in St Louis MO, Dawn Dziuba has been put under "partial guardianship" of a state administrator who's working to keep her incarcerated in a forensic ward. Because of her work to help other detainees in St Louis get due process, contacting lawyers about possible class action suits, and other 'jailhouse lawyering,' the state is cutting off her library access, threatening her with dangerous psychotropic drugs, and isolating her from her family. Some of her writing is here and a human rights alert was issued about her case by the Shield project. @bananapeppers @noncompliance @bioethicists These are her current needs / demands :

DAWN MUST BE ABLE TO: - Make her own medical decisions, including the decision to reject a powerful psychotropic drug. - Change or terminate her guardianship - Leave the ward in order to visit the library. - Enjoy unrestricted access to a computer and use of email account. - Be allowed to live independently

WHO PROFITS OFF DAWN'S GUARDIANSHIP? SEAN RAPP, (phone 314-622-4989) is a ST. LOUIS PUBLIC ADMINISTRATOR who profits off the detention of Dawn and other disabled people.

We also need supporters to call: - Abigail Schweiger : 314-982-8294 abigail.schweiger@dmh.mo.gov - Rachel Linneman, Program Director : 314-877-5971 rachel.linneman@dmh.mo.gov - Dr. Amy Taylor Medical Director (psychiatrist) : 314-877-0522 amy.taylor@dmh.mo.gov TO DEMAND DAWN'S NEEDS , LISTED ABOVE, ARE RESPECTED!

It's probably a good idea to save these images since they might be deleted by the site. Reposts elsewhere would be hugely helpful. They want to be able to isolate her without people finding out what's happening. Information is also posted at https://mindfreedom.org/front-page/shield-alert-for-dawn-dziuba-in-st-louis-missouri/

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Danger & Eggs title screens episode 1-8.

Haven’t seen anyone post these yet and they’re really good!

[mrsheo]

Inktober 2019

Day 9: Swing

Danger & Eggs

(highly recommend you to watch it)