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*banging pots and pans* EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS

i get commissioned once to draw danny and i spiral my self control is WEAK

[little-pondhead]

My big power move of the week is sending my hulking man of a father to ask my manager, in-person, for time off request papers five minutes after she put in the group chat that people who turned in paper requests get first priority.

We have never used the paper request sheets before, as far as I know, but like fucking hell I’m missing my grandmother’s memorial next week.

Like, these were literally sent thirty minutes apart. This is the first time they’ve mentioned the paper request forms in literally months.

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TW: bright colors

Drew Danny eating Nasty Burger again cause I'm pretty sure I'm sick, and I just want to eat fast food rn (╥﹏╥)

Also, I'm never doing this kind of color palette again and I will die on that hill.

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I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way

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“You smell like the stars.”

Both Tim and Ra’s froze. The being didn’t twitch, and for a moment, Tim thought he’d hallucinated the voice. Sound traveled strangely this deep underground. But then the being turned their head, very slowly, to the side so they could look at Tim correctly.

Their eyes were blank, but somehow it felt like they were staring into his soul. Tim shivered from the sensation. Locks of stringy hair were stuck to their face, coated in green blood that had been drawn and dried over and over again. Their wounds were filthy and constantly bleeding from a mangled body; this person was obviously inhuman. No one should be able to survive being impaled like that.

Ra’s tightened his grip on Tim’s shoulder, surely bruising it. “Lazarus,” he tried to command. It sounded weak. “I have much to ask you.”

The being, Lazarus, ignored Ra’s and kept staring at Tim. He stared back. “Tell me, do the stars still exist?” The being’s voice was soft and rough, obviously unused for years.

“…Yes.” Tim watched their chest jolt around a spike, as if they were releasing a breath from relief. “The stars still exist, as do the life within them. I see them frequently when I visit space, although my hometown is too polluted for stargazing.”

Lazarus closed their eyes, a small smile tugging at their lips. “Excellent,” they whispered. “Pollution can be reversed. Death cannot. Time is a cruel, and I would not put it past him to chain me to a place with dead stars. I’m glad…”

“Wait! Who’s ‘he?’” Ra’s grip was painful now, but Tim stubbornly ignored him. This conversation was important, he just knew it. He needed to keep Lazarus talking. “Who chained you here?”

His questions didn’t work. Lazarus turned their head back to the original position. They looked exactly how they had five minutes ago. The only proof that they’d spoken at all was the tiny smile still gracing their face and hidden eyes. It was like Lazarus was ready to rest now that their one worry had been resolved.

Blood continued to fall, and the two watched Lazarus for another hour, looking for any sign that they’d wake up again. They didn’t, so Ra’s and Tim left, both vowing separately to see the green eyes of the immortal once more.

DCxDP Prompt

Ra's had a secret, one that not even his closest confidants knew of.

In an undisclosed location, in a twisting cave system deep below the earth, is a hidden cavern. Within that cavern is a very familiar green glow, but this pit is very different from the rest.

Because in the center of the pool, hung by an excessive amount of glowing chains is a pale being with white hair and green eyes. They hang limp and listless where they are impaled in countless places, leaking bright green into the pool below them.

This was Ra's greatest secret, Lazarus himself.

The being has never spoken, has never done more then stare listlessly at the pool beneath themselves and has never answered a single question Ra's has asked no matter what method he implemented.

Ra's had planned to bring Damian to Lazarus once he was old enough, but the child had proven himself unloyal once the detective got hold of him. It was a disappointment.

Tim though, had proven himself a more viable heir. Smarter, more clever and willing to do what the detective would not. So when he had taken Tim from the desert bleeding out from a fatal wound, he healed him and brought him to Lazarus.

What he didn't expect was for Lazarus to speak to Tim.

[little-pondhead]

Holy shit I’m eating this up. Triggering all the ‘candy’ neurons in my brain rn.

nicktoons unite 'glow up' PART TWO!

Danny phantom! notes not under the cut cause i'm saving most of them for when i maybe make a video on this

-i like to think Danny ages slightly slower as a halfa: is there any evidence to back this hc up? no: in fact there's plenty of evidence on the contrary. but I like the idea because it's both comedic and angsty and no one can stop me.

-almost gave valerie her future self from ultimate enemy's haircut but my desire to draw fluffy hair pinkie pie style won that one.

-i have some pretty good (lame) jokes to make that i am way to excited to save for the theoretcial video so here it goes: so i you know how people sometimes compare danny phantom to spiderman and spiderman is 'your neighborhood friendly spiderman'... well i put casper the friendly ghost on his shirt because Danny's 'your neighbor hood friendly ghost' >:3c also i gave him a pokeball pin on his nasa hoodie because 🎵he's gonna catch em' all (cause he's danny phantom)🎵

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Thanks! This doesn’t help at all.

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Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

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Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

-

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

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Dunno bout y’all but nothing snaps me back to reality faster than the fear of realizing I don’t know what day it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[this was a different group on a different day. I cannot make this shit up]

Sister Missionary, as I served their meal: Did you not get a drink? They have Pepsi, you know.

Old man: I’m not getting one. I’m dying, remember?

2nd Sister Missionary: Oh, yeah. That’s why I’m wearing black today.

*whole table laughs*

(The man’s wife ended up buying him a drink anyway and the Sisters did not bring this up again)

[Conversation I overheard from work]

Husband: oh my god, this pizza is so good?? It tastes just like my mother’s!!

Wife: But you hate your mother?

Husband: yeah, but not her pizza! Are you gonna finish that slice?

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Rick Astley Is Haunting You

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Someone bets Tucker he can’t hack into a hero’s patrol playlist and sneak a Rick Roll in there. He does, easily, and finds that said hero has horrible music taste.

So he sets out to hijack every hero’s music playlist he can find and rate their music tastes on a chart, sometimes adding in his own music or joke songs he thinks they’d like. It only gets back to the heroes when Tucker posts a video with his rankings. Up until then, they thought it was another hero or new villain messing with them. Not a civilian??

(Nightwing’s playlist is sixth on the list, and he’s furious about it.)

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@captain-krow-drozdov The playlist was bad enough we got chaperone permission to hijack our own music in 👍🏻

To whoever chose the music for the high school prom:

You have great music taste, but you damn well some of this isn’t school approved. Y’all are gonna get me in trouble😭

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I lied. Whoever made this has horrible music taste. this playlist sucks ass

To whoever chose the music for the high school prom:

You have great music taste, but you damn well some of this isn’t school approved. Y’all are gonna get me in trouble😭

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To whoever chose the music for the high school prom:

You have great music taste, but you damn well some of this isn’t school approved. Y’all are gonna get me in trouble😭

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my chickens are assholes and next time they act up I’m eating KFC in front of them

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in my humble opinion, dorathea should look more badass

also this turned into perspective practice by accident?? didn't want her to be a floating neck i guess

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The lack of color coding in my work place has caused me to show up to the wrong shift twice now🫠