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DannyMay Day 23 - Rogue Gallery

couldn't think of anything better for today so y'al get a crappy meme whooooops

and yes I know I'm super far behind adsfhkjl

(shoutout to @starry-907 for helping me cut out a few things lol)

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Drawing in the art style of cool people, this time it’s @deuynndoodles’s style (from 2022. Their style is a bit different now. )

I know I’ve done this comic before, but I wanted to redo it cause it’s been a while and the last one looks a bit bad.

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did a quick redraw of this adrinette pencil sketch i did about 3 years ago! there's some mistakes in the new one, but i think the improvement is there :)

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<First/Prev || Page 4-7 || Next (soon)> Comic Masterpost || Shared Cujostody AU Masterpost

omg I wonder what ghost it's gonna be :3c

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And Gray Ghost too bc why not insert risedanno

And here's yours Hannah! Part 1, if you missed it

Would You Still Love Me? Part 2

They sat side by side, her head on his shoulder, watching as the setting sun painted distant clouds in brilliant shades of pink and orange. The remains of their supper packed away in the basket once again.

“What if you didn’t recognize me?” came Danny’s quiet question.

She tilted her head slightly so she could look up at his face. “Why wouldn’t I recognize you?”

“What if I came back different? What if I didn’t look like me? Would you still love me, or would you hate me like every other ghost?”

“Danny, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I think that’s, like, impossible.”

“But what if you didn’t know it was me?” he insisted.

She sat up fully and took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “I don’t love you because of what you look like–”

“Gee, thanks.” he rolled his eyes.

Valerie had to fight down the urge to shake her boyfriend, settling instead for a stern glare. “I love you for who you are. Danny, you’ve got a good heart and you stand up for what you believe in, even if your big mouth gets you into more trouble than it’s worth. You get way too into video games and bowling and mini golf, but you’re always willing to show a new player a few tricks. You stay up too late stargazing but you know all the constellations by heart and will tell me their stories as many times as I ask. Your coffee is a sugary monstrosity that’s mostly milk but you drink enough of it that I still think your caffeine intake would kill a normal person.”

He chuckled breathlessly at that and her heart skipped a beat. The light was fading fast now, a cool breeze danced in his hair and raised goosebumps on her arms, but she kept going.

“You’re always there for your friends, sometimes I feel like you take better care of other people than you do yourself and I want you to know that I’m here for you and it’s okay to ask for help sometimes. You’re so, so resourceful and even if your grades don’t show it, you’re one of the smartest people I know. You can always make me laugh, even on my worst days and even though your hands are always cold, you give the warmest hugs.”

She brushed his cheeks with her thumbs, wiping away the tears that had fallen there. He covered her hands with his and leaned into her touch.

“Those are the things that make you you, not what you look like. Ghost or not, as long as those things are true, I’ll recognize you, I promise.” She leaned forward and brushed a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth.

When she pulled away, he tugged her back, drawing her into a crushing embrace, her head pressed firmly against his chest. His heart beat a slow, steady rhythm in her ear, but he felt stiff, like he had earlier, and she worried that something was still bothering him. She wrapped her arms around his back and tried to squeeze as much love into the hug as possible. 

“Jeez Val, are you trying to kill me?” he wheezed and a laugh rumbled through him, “Just because you said you’d love me as a ghost doesn’t mean I want you to prove it right now!”

She laughed with him, loosening her grip. The two fell back until they were lying on the blanket, gazing up at the first stars in the night sky. Valerie found herself curled into Danny’s side, her head resting once again on his shoulder. 

“Will you tell me the myth of Arcus and Callisto?” she murmured.

“Alright,” he hummed. “Arcus was the son of Zeus and Callisto, one day his grandfather Lycaon, uh, that was his grandfather on Callisto’s side by the way,  decided to test Zeus by feeding him his own son. Now, you can probably guess that that didn’t go over too well with Zeus…”

Danny’s words faded together into a soothing river of sound as her thoughts wandered. It was a story she’d heard before, Callisto had been turned into a bear by a jealous Hera and Arcus had hunted her, not knowing she was his mother. 

She thought back to Danny’s question: what if she didn’t recognize him? What if she was doomed to hunt him down, the love of her life,  with no gods to step in at the last minute and scatter them among the stars. Surely she would recognize him, she told herself, she had to. But did she recognize any of the ghosts she hunted? They had once been people too, right? It’s not like she really got to know them, she was more of a shoot first, ask questions never kind of girl.

Maybe she should change that...

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Social experiment: if you know what this is don’t say anything just reblog

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MY GOD WHAT HAVE I FOUND XD

I'm not sorry for having you know this exists XD

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my piece for the @adrinettezine!! a silly little a bet between just friends ;)

you can read it here

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Pls reblog if u vote :)

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#6

After voting, put what you voted in the tags

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Please reblog this so that I can get a bigger sample size, but DO NOT include anything in the tags about the results, as that could influence other responses

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So, that handsqueeze at the end of Oblivio, am I right?

Acrylic on Canvas

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Watch Felix be the true hero of the story in the end.

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