#laying in wait

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

sometimes the brain be like "ah yes, we have been rotating bnha, dpxdc and aftg fanfic for a while, i wonder which it will be toda-" and then the other side of the brain respons "read hurt rin okumura fanfiction right now or else!"

and you just gotta

[rabid-transcendentalist]

let's go for a swim with mama

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[exoluxionlove]

250513 Wait for LAY

[fellstarix]

loving

[inexplicably-spookified]

i love being an artist bc it means i can draw whatever i want

[domokunrainbowkinz]

when you start reading what you thought was just a low-stakes comedy hunter BL about a guy trying to live a normal life as a retired s-class hunter running a hangover soup restaurant but then they start hitting you with the past trauma and the burden of being a hero and burnout and tragic yaoi and different worldlines and regrets and sacrifices all while trying to prevent the apocalypse

[leighsartworks216]

Imagine going to the renaissance fair with Sylus and he goes as a dragon 🥺 and you decide to match with him so you both have horns and tails and like 🥺 he sees you in the full outfit before the drive over and he gets this soft, wide-eyed look, just no words, mouth open slightly around a breath 🥺 he has a whole photo album from the fair because he couldn't stop taking pictures of his dear sorceress so happy and carefree and his after all this time

[domo-arts]

They don’t love you like I love you

[ofswordsandpens]

actually I also wanna talk about the part where Percy convinces Bob to kill Hyperion because even though Percy never says anything outright sinister, the way he handles the entire situation with such cool ease, playing on Bob’s emotions... its so insane???

Because Annabeth’s reaction to the three of them encountering Hyperion reforming is: “oh this is bad we need to get out of here” She knows if Bob remembers himself, that it's not going to play out well for Percy and her. She also thinks about how they're being pursued and don't have a lot of time. Her solution to the problem, seemingly, is to leave.

But Percy's solution is to work the situation to his advantage. He re-affirms Bob's loyalty to him:

Percy then re-establishes Bob's moral code: "Some monsters are good. Some are bad. This Titan is bad. He tried to kill me and a lot of people. He's not good like you are."

And it ends with Percy leaving the choice of whatever to do with Hyperion to Bob but of course, is it really what Bob chose to do? Bob decides to kill Hyperion. It's not what he may have done, if Percy hadn't intervened. But it's exactly what Percy was oh-so-sweetly leading Bob to do.

And listen, I'm not claiming that it was exactly morally bankrupt of Percy to take advantage of a once-evil titan who could get him and his girlfriend through hell in one piece. Percy, Annabeth, they manipulate monsters and enemies all the time. Annabeth ended the previous book with manipulating Arachne into weaving her own web. So it's not exactly like she's against using manipulative tactics, in theory.

But Bob, at this point, is not just some monster. He is so painfully sincere in his belief in Percy and their friendship, so yes, it does feel a bit sinister whenever Percy uses Bob... and he really uses Bob.

And I think what makes the scene so unsettling, it isn't just that Percy manipulated Bob, its how well Percy manipulated him. He manipulates Bob so well that Percy doesn't even have to kill Hyperion... because Bob does it for him. He manipulates Bob so well, that Annabeth couldn't tell if Percy was purposefully trying to manipulate the situation. (Newsflash, he most definitely was). Like holy shit.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

odysseus has two modes, bawling and brawling

he initially tried bawling to poseidon during get in the water, but that didn't work, so in six hundred strike he switched to brawling.

[idekwthmuistb]

Okay but what if Little Baby Man Danny has really shit eyesight and everything is tinted in Ectoplasm Green and when he (bc it's a DCxDP ofc) arrives at Wayne Manor and sees a tall, lean-built, man in black-n-white clothing and white hair, Danny, in all his tiny brained might, fully believes that a weird older version of his phantom self just happens to live with the waynes.

Like, I know it'd be a stretch but just imagine!

Danny is...waiting. Patiently. He wants food but Tall-Weird-Phantom won't give it to him, even though he asked really really nicely (All Alfred saw were two big eyes sparkling up at him). So now he sits ontop his fruit bed staring down the other-him as the Not-Not-Phantom chops something brown and fuzzy into neat bright green slices. Danny drools.

When Danny had first arrived, squirming and chirping under the Tasty-man's brown, heavy jacket, he had wanted nothing more than to find a cold, dark, corner and hide forever and ever! Then a lyrical-like voice spoke and Danny could see see see and what he did see froze him solid. There, in the middle of the huge (huge) room full with shinies and patterns, stood a man wearing a full-body black suit. Squinting, Danny could tell the man had white hands, a splash of white on his chest, and though he had no white feet there was definitely white hair on his head...is. Is that. No, no no no there way no way this man was and older him. Not possible!

....but.

If Danny were older, he'd might want to change up his appearance. Just a bit. And sure this guy's hair is a little flatter, a little neater, a litte oddly shaped in his blurry vision. However, even if he were living in a place as fancy as this, he would never–

OH.

OH NO.

Did Vlad succeed!? Is this an older him that got stuck under that fruitloop's thumb!? Danny has to help him, there's simply no choice. Determination sealed and no plan set, Danny tilts and bobs his head, gauging the distance and wiggling around to get the right grip. The arms around him seem to tighten minutely with would've been met with more squirming previously but were now juuuust right to– Danny leaps.

The background chatter of the two men breaks off with Tasty-man trying to catch him with a yelp but Danny is faster than his long arms. The Possibly-Older-Danny seems to already know what Danny was planning, his arms outstretched perfectly for Danny's little front legs to latch onto his forearms while the spindly black tail curls up in the man's hands.

This close, he can see that the guy has a mustache. Weird. Danny flexes his paws a little, careful to not shred the oddly-soft clothing beneath him, and let's out a little trill, ear perked for a response. He has to really listen but there, a quiet soft chirp back and the faint smell of lemons and bleach.

The Maybe-Him pulls him in close, tucking his gently but firmly into the–oh–buttoned vest he wears. Danny's ears droop a little, and his eyes feel cold. What did Vlad do to him, for his core to be so muffled?

Light touches drag their way from the top of his head fluff down to his haunches(?). Yeah, Danny is going to do whatever he can to protect his maybe older self.

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[specific-dreamer]

dally: let’s grease [ponyboy] up!

darry: i guess that’s your decision to make huh dal

dally: it’s a greaser decision darrel, ponyboy just notched his first knock out

darry: he’s 14 years old

dally: wtf does age have to do with it? only god and the devil knows what i was doing at 14

darry: his heads always in the clouds and he still got that childhood innocence about him, i’m tryna keep it that way; hell, his dumbass is still naive to fucking racism

dally, flabbergasted: what? how the hell? i got arrested for-

darry: hold on watch this. ponyboy!

ponyboy, who was very much not listening to them: yeah?

darry: how come dally never pays to get in at the drive in

pony, shrugging: he don’t like doing things the legal way

darry: yeah but why? what’s the real reason

pony: there’s another reason?

darry: yes babe. okay how about this, what’s that pin on steve’s jacket? who’s it for?

pony, excited he knows something darry doesn’t (false): the black panthers

darry: uh huh, what do they do?

pony: feed poor kids before and after school

darry: kids that look like us or them? *gestures to the rest of the gang, who are all noticeably not lacking melanin.*

pony, blue screening: what ?

darry: told you dal

dally: oh my god, wtf

darry: you still wanna grease him up

dally: hell no!

*insert brie’s skit outro: this is tulsa 1967!*

[thegatorsgoose]

I’m excited to present to you… the first piece of fanart for @playedcrowd5610 fanfic adopticons based on something that ACTUALLY happens in the fic!! A miracle, truly.

I had a lot of fun drawing this, it’s just two cutie patooties chillin on a light pole. At first i rendered a lot more detail on Danny’s face but it was to complicated and didn’t really fit the style, I spent a full day just debating with myself if I should get rid of it or not jdisks . I also used a textured brush on Laserbeak only to decide I didn’t like it halfway through shading her and I had to do all the lighting over again 😭 worth it tho

I’m also never really sure how to shade Danny as phantom cus ya know, the boy IS the light source a lot of the time, but I think I got it figured out with this and that makes it all worth it even if I didn’t like it, which I do :3

As always, if you are into Danny phantom or transformers, I highly recommend you check out their series on the crossover :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60521740/chapters/154507732

[anonno-42]

Kastle make out scene on my screen March 4th!!