#c'mon dan

[starcharmed]

ʚଓ .ᐟ.ᐟ - it's natural when it comes to you

they show actions of affection in their own ways - ft. dan heng, sunday & luocha

multi-character/separate, consider this a slight luocha character study, canon divergence (in order of parts: after xianzhou, after 2.7, pre-xianzhou storyline)

⟡ - this one's for you @kazucee <3

Calming down crowds during a crisis is like flipping a coin, it’s either going to be your lucky day or you’re going to end up socked straight in the face. 

Ugh, just your luck sometimes. You normally held up your end on your own. Honestly you wished the Express had an extra member sometimes. It would save trouble when certain people (who will not be named) stayed cooped up in their room….and you could also shove some on-planet chores onto them.

You thanked whichever star granted Dan Heng the energy to appear on Xianzhou again, following behind him through the string of people as you gripped his wrist. Some poor marastricken guy had caused a scene in the process of transforming. In a public area nonetheless. 

It left the Cloud Knights in disarray while Dan Heng went to step in to help — he had wanted you to stay put, but you couldn’t have him dealing with Xianzhou officials on his own again.

He huffed, yet allowed you to go with him anyways.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a man — foxian, you took note — trying to squeeze between two crates to sneak past the barrier. You slid away from Dan Heng, his conversation with the Cloud Knights becoming distant.

“Hey”, the man froze at the sound of your voice, ears darting straight up as he fixed his gaze on you, “You need to get back behind the set zone.”

He didn’t listen, your brows furrowing, reaching out and grasping his arm, “Hey-”

A sharp breath left you at the sudden loss of contact, snapping your eyes up just as he raised his arm back fast. The man swung it back just as quickly and you couldn’t raise your arms to block quick enough.

You squeezed your eyes and braced for the impact before you were tugged back, harshly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded in the air, the spread chatter silencing the air. Opening your eyes, your hands raised to cover your mouth at the sight of Dan Heng hunched over.

Good Aha, was he bleeding?

“Dan Heng!” You scrambled upwards, stumbling when a lone Cloud Knight bumped into your shoulder (thanks man) on his way to apprehend the assaulter.

He brought back his hand and you watched the blood gleam in the light, the coat was thin but with how Dan Heng had pressed it against his face you supposed it spread fully.

“I’m fine”, his face wasn’t scratched, it was cut. Thin and long cuts which barely nicked under his eye. They traveled down, down until they were level with the bottom of his lip. 

Oh Aha, we’re really in it now.

“Are you serious?” You gave him a pointed look, “You look like a curtain that was a bit too tempting for a cat.”

Dan Heng didn’t laugh, great.

You foot shifted on the ground awkwardly before you motioned, “C’mon…there’s gotta be some sort of first aid over here.”

“It’s alright.”

“Would you rather go back to the Express looking like this?”

There were hardly any medical supplies on scene that hadn’t already been used for the other wounded, so the both of you were left to your devices to pick through the remains cognate to vultures. There had hardly been enough antiseptic to even dampen the cloth used for sterilization. 

Turns out cuts’ images matched up to your presumptions, they weren’t deep enough to need any lot of closure bandage. You pressed the cloth against Dan Heng’s cheek and listened to him hiss at the sting. You would’ve poked fun at the sound if not for the fact that might have been yourself.

It almost was you.

Good stars, appreciativeness was not your strong suit. Thank you for saving my face? Good going, Dan Heng? Sorry I caused your perfect and nice and pretty and wonderful face to get sliced?

The cloth was dropped sloppily on one of the many crafts surrounding the two of you. Dan Heng didn’t follow your movements this time, his face stuck in an engrossed state as he fidgeted with his bracer. 

“Thank you for...that.” The word hung in the air. ‘That’ could be from saving you just minutes ago. ‘That’ could be from when he had brought you warm soup when you were sick last month, even though you had specifically said no to other offers because you didn’t want to get him sick, too. ‘That’ could be from when he threw Cloud Piercer just in time to stop a voidranger-reaver from turning your back into an extreme tic-tac-toe game. 

You really hadn’t realized how little you had said words of gratitude to Dan Heng, nevertheless show him via any actions. How long has it been since you last patched him up? Since you didn’t brush wounds off – from your person or his own – until you got back to the Express or the planet’s resident healer stepped in themselves.

“Don’t worry about it, you’d do the same.” Silence arose as Dan Heng lifted his eyes to meet yours, a meager smile tugging at his lips, “Besides, I had meant it when I said I was fine.”

Okay, you just wanted to say okay and let it be okay. “Are we okay?”

Confusion passed over his face, “Pardon? Why wouldn’t we be?”

“It’s just that, we haven’t really talked since…” a deep breath was released from your body as you messed with your fingers out of pure habit, “Since Phantylia.”

Dan Heng still as he glanced away, his lips pressing into a thin line, “I thought it would be best to let it pass, particularly since neither of us wanted to bring it up at the moment in time. And-”

He cut himself off while eyes darted between you and the ground in a near distraught motion. “I didn’t think you’d want to be with me after everything seen and said.” 

Oh.

Not be with Dan Heng? To not laugh together under a blanket fort in his room over corny entries saved in the Data Bank? To not reach for each others hand in too tense situations? To not mess with each others feet during breakfast like children? To not make shadow puppets of newly seen critters? 

Just because of his past?

“Dan Heng if I ever give up on you because of your past, I want you to smack me over the head with Cloud Piercer.” Strong retort but okay.

You shushed him before he could even speak up, scooting him over so you could sit beside him. “I don’t care.”

Dan Heng closed his eyes, his hands forming fists as they squeezed air tightly. Trying to compress it as if it were his own emotions. You clasped your hands over his, undoing the fist to interlace your own fingers with his. 

“I care about you, Dan Heng.”

He lifted his head, his face complete with emotion where your own was nothing but serious. It made him laugh as if the thought of your normal expressions swapped was the funniest thing in the world.

A tight squeeze to your hand, “I care about you, too.”

Oh.

“We’re not…” you swallowed, your mouth feeling dry, “We’re not just talking about well-being anymore, are we?”

He answered you in a kiss.

Sunday has made note of each member of the Express’ personal preferences of gifts. March either wants something with any amount of sugar or a cute charm, Himeko isn’t really picky but she does enjoy things she can sit on her side table in her room.

Welt simply likes for Sunday to “report in” on anything he has found interesting on his trip, and Dan Heng doesn’t seem to care if Sunday brings him back anything or not.

However, he once brought back a box of mixed tea leaves for the quiet man, and Sunday swore he got a smile of thanks. Pom-Pom didn’t want anything (although Sunday knew better and got them a new hat to wear around.)

You were difficult to figure out. Normally, it only took a few good observations to figure out the others, but you were different. Sunday couldn’t pinpoint a specific branch of gift that you specifically liked, you noticed his efforts once and had said, “I’m fine with anything.”

Now he was stuck.

The flowers laid in rows within the small Belobog shop were…appealing. Although Sunday had no clue if you were allergic. He didn’t need another tally on his ‘Attempts at Killing An Express Member’ board.

If he couldn’t get real flowers was there any way he could obtain fake ones with…well, without getting fake, fake flowers?

Sunday blinked, an idea sparking in his brain as he slipped his phone out of his pocket. Maybe he could make you some? He had watched March put together an origami kit once, maybe she could give him tips?...Or maybe just guide him through the entire process….

March’s contact wasn’t hard to find in his (very short) messenger list. Sunday found it slightly endearing to how dedicated the bubbly girl was in her mission to send him wishes of happy mornings.

Sunday didn’t bother to check his spelling – a very unseemly action from his person – before sending March a quick message. 

She responded almost immediately.

Carrying loaded bags filled with colorful paper was not the most subtle thing ever, although Sunday assumed everyone had seen weirder. He couldn’t reach to knock on March’s cabin door before it was slammed open, he was practically dragged inside as she motioned for Sunday to sit in her “work area”.

Which really was a blanketed area with a few stuffies huddled around.

It was rather difficult to be taught by March. Her overly eccentric movements were hard to follow and her explanations…

Let’s just say the origami birds on Penacony didn’t seem so irrational, after all.

It was a rather easy process overall, even though some pieces were torn when getting their stems violently glued on. A few sticky fingers and gentle handling later and Sunday finally had his bouquet of flowers. Or rather, your bouquet of flowers.

He contemplated what to say. Should he approach with a string of confidence? If he did, it would most likely fade quickly. Confrontation was a thing Sunday could handle smoothly. But to have a conversation with you face-to-face? Nerve-racking, actually.

A knock to your door, a repositioning of feet, eyes checking over the bouquet once more. Sunday’s eyes moved upwards quickly when he heard your cabin door open, careful not to make his grip tighter upon the gift in hand.

“These are for you”, Sunday held out the paper bouquet, trying to keep a steady hand, “Just something I made since I couldn’t find anything on planet I liked for you.”

“I would hope so”, you responded with a light tone, “I would like not to think you made these beauties for my pillow.”

Your fingertips ran over the formed petals softly, lips parting in awe, “How long did it take you to do this?”

He could feel his wings twitch. “I had some help.”

Was that too modest? 

“Well, they’re wonderful nonetheless.” You smiled and the beat of his heart accelerated slightly, “Thank you, Sunday.”

He nodded in welcome, sparing one last glance at your beam before he was face-to-face with your cabin’s door again. 

That went well.

The peppermint tea’s scent filled your senses strongly as you rotated the cup, trying to find a cooler side to the hot item. You had awakened early that day, throat burning as you spoke quite hoarsely. That was all it took for Luocha to frown and immediately disappear in the direction of your kitchen.

You were glad Luocha decided to stay nested at your place for another day. Even though you weren’t in bad enough condition to not make yourself something like tea, it was less work on your sickened body.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Luocha’s voice broke out, the back of his hand coming to rest on your forehead. Temperature check, you noted. He didn’t seem pleased with the result, that stupidly adorable frown never leaving his face.

“You’re still warm.”

You let out a snort, tilting your cup just enough to take a small sip from its containments, “Good observation, Sherlock.” 

Luocha tapped the center of your forehead as you tried to wave his hand away, “Hush, now. Rest your throat, as well. I don’t need you screeching more than you already are.”

He chuckled at his own joke, you also noted with a frown. What a dork.

“What would I ever do without you?” Luocha hummed in thought, one of your mugs now in his own hand. The one with the single marigold printed in the center, vibrant with a lovely shade of orange.

He didn’t bother to blow his tea, choosing to sit in front of your person instead of beside, “I’d think you would die.”

You don’t know the half of it, do you Luocha?

“I’d think I would at least last a day.” Low hanging joke to follow up on another low hanging joke, nice going, “Maybe a week if I get lucky.”

“Hopefully you’ll do just fine.” Luocha swirled his cup around, taking a long sip.

You blinked. Hopefully? 

He glanced up at you, confusion flashing over his face. You must’ve spoken aloud.

“I apologize”, he set his cup aside and slid it aside, “I misspoke. Hopefully you would do just fine.”

The unease never fully left your body. Luocha noticed, as he always does. He grasp the hand that had slipped from your mug, bringing it to his lips. A brush of lips against your knuckles before a squeeze of affection was delivered upon it.

“I’m not ever truly leaving you, love.”

And you were a fool to believe him.

[demaparbat-hp]

For your Dandadan AU. Are we in a "Modern Setting" (e.i. No bending)? Or you are having their "supernatural powers" be homages to their bending powers?

Something tells me that Aang is going to get the Jiji role. Only Aang to be that goofy, and do the thing that will happen in Season 2.

Are you also having Kanna as the stand-in for Seiko?

Hi, and thanks for asking!

I'll be leaving this over here and the rest of the lore under the cut.

The Dandadan AU takes place in a modern setting, much like the anime/manga does. There are legends about people who could control the elements in ancient times, but those are just tales—humans can't bend.

Spirits and Yokai, however, are a different story.

Each character's supernatural abilities reflect their original bending prowess! Zuko is a bit of an exception, since I'm leaning towards the shadow and stealth aspect of the Blue Spirit. Fire is still there, just in a different form.

Katara has natural bloodbending powers which the Painted Lady enhances. Whenever Katara taps into the yokai's curse on her, she becomes able to control water as well. Azula (in Aira's role!) will get lightning, illusion, and deception powers from a Kemurikage yokai.

Seiko's role gets passed on to Hama and Iroh. They're both part of the White Lotus, a society of mediums and yokai hunters from all nations.

Hama is Katara's Gran Gran, a stern and rather intense old woman who has made several deals with the Gods of the Land. She delivers corrupted souls to them in exchange for strength, protection, and an emergency tap into the bloodbending powers that she wouldn't be able to harness otherwise.

Meanwhile, Iroh becomes spiritually enlightened after his son's death. He's a beacon for corrupted spirits and bloodthirsty yokai—mostly because of his unnatural ability to rehabilitate said beings. The Painted Lady is one such yokai, and isn't it ironic that Iroh's own nephew is now one of his patients?

Hama sends most of the yokai she hunts down to Iroh due to his ability for dealing with them. If Iroh can't help a yokai move on peacefully, she finishes the job. Not because he can't do it, but Hama is the one who does what she considers to be "the fucking bulk of the iceberg" and Iroh can't take all the credit for it, damn it.

As for Aang...

The Avatar State is terrifying, which makes it the perfect stand in for the thing. Aang has such an outstanding amount of spiritual energy that he's a beacon for all spirits and yokai out there. Which...isn't good. Especially when one of the most ancient and powerful spirits out there wants to possess him.

Which leads us to the Avatar State.

I made the choice to remove his power over the four elements to focus instead on something much more interesting and fitting for this AU: energybending.

The Avatar is able to manipulate all vital and spiritual energy around him, as well as give or take everyone else's powers at will. This makes him pretty much the most dangerous being to ever exist, since he can make everyone powerless by simply willing it so.

As for the Avatar's motivation? He's a protective yet ruthless spirit that has laid dormant for thousands of years, but a certain event woke him up to a world in disarray. His purpose has always been to keep balance in the world, but the concept itself of balance can be easily corrupted.

The Avatar comes from a world that doesn't exist anymore—a far better place that he wishes to recreate and bring to life once more. Even if he must destroy this version of earth to birth it anew.

[christinafaaaye]

forget kissing tbh, I'd love to see them hug each other in a genuine embrace. none of that half-assed shit. i want to see a real goddamn hug.

[braisedhoney]

Can we get some Dark Dan and Jazz?

oh you absolutely can. these siblings are not alright.

[zephyrdotzip]

Re: dan and phil gemsonas

I have heard your pleas

i would like perhaps some suggestions on what gem would be the general consensus. this can be based on the lore of the show or the meaning of the gemstone itself.

[rockyroadkylers]

i think dan and phil should do another mukbang video when they're done with the new tour

[thephouseplants]

I know enough has been said about the Google fued video 2018. But part of me still cannot fathom how their backdrop isn't a green screen. Bitch that is the most green screen looking ass room I've ever seen.

[beesonjupiter]

the worst thing about dan and phil is the fact that they're dog people.

or they claim to be dog people because to me they give cat people energy.

i cannot imagine them with a dog.

@ dan and phil, please realize that you need a cat not a dog

[fake-ascension]

people who scream 'dan heng is NOT dan feng whatsoever' yet always tag any dan feng content as 'dan heng'

[lesbiphannie]

if i don't find MY soulmate at one of my tit shows i'm gonna want a partial refund

[thelibertini]

When youve been watching Dan and Phil since the beginning and are the same age as Phil and you see people in the phandom calling themselves old because they're now in their early to mid twenties...

I feel ancient!

[runituptheflagpole]

The wildest thing about this video is how many of you are saying you hate soup

[parasocial-paradox]

on this beautiful dawn, i would like to hog the mic for a sec for a phan twitter/tumblr tag video appreciation post<3 super excited for the new era, but even with the less ambitious videos like these likely taking a backseat post-rebrand, i love them so goddamn much<3 you guys are SO FUNNY. probably my favorite running series to date<3

[christinafaaaye]

i know it's only 7pm here and there's still hope, but my god im so antsy right now.

please you guys do SOMETHING

[future-dregs]

Unspeakably disappointed to hear that Dan is catching it for the catboy photos. They were silly and fun! (and a little bit sexy) And after all the hell that he's received over the years, I thought people would be better than this.

[spilladabalia]

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