#Danny is the toddler dressed as a cat

[moonlight-stalker]

# 71 Dc x Dp

Damian was told not to come back from the mall with any animals he doesn't instead he comes home with a toddler dressed up as a cat

[magicalrocketships]

you reblogging that baby max art made me think of deaging au... do you have any more of it please?

Have a tiny bit of small Max being smaller! More of this verse found here. Jumps somewhere a bit different in the verse, just an excuse for a hug tbh.

Max has been seven years old for two months. 

Daniel's got used to it. They have a routine, because Max likes routine, and it turns out Daniel's also feeling happier now that he has a reason to eat three meals a day and go to bed at a reasonable time and wake up to Max peering at him from the end of the bed, flag book in hand. He's got used to the Jimmy or Sassy cats following him around and watching him go to the toilet or get dressed, because of course Max's cats are the perviest cats. 

He's got used to a lot of things. He's got used to putting Max first. 

He's definitely got used to the Guardianship papers that legally bind him to Max until Max is an adult again. 

But he hasn't got used to waking up to the sound of Max crying. It's rarer now than when Max first came to stay, but it's a sometimes rather than a never. And tonight it's worse, because the noise that wakes him up is a scared, high pitched cry that Daniel knows instinctively is Max even if it doesn't sound like his normal tears. Because when Daniel walks into Max's bedroom— because he has a bedroom now, with pictures on the wall and his toys and a labelled drawer that Daniel isn't allowed to go in where Max keeps his special things — it's not a seven year old Max that's crying up at him. 

This Max is smaller, is small-small, is a fucking toddler. He's all twisted up in his Pikachu sheets, the doona half off the bed, and his too-big pyjamas are hanging off him. He's little. He's got younger. 

Daniel, terrifyingly, doesn't know if Max will know him, or if he'll be a grown up stranger in the middle of the night. 

"Maxy-Max," he says softly. "Are you okay?" 

This tiny, toddler version of Max has flushed red cheeks and tears everywhere and snot. He sees Daniel and immediately holds his hands out, and Daniel, overcome with relief, sinks down on the bed and lets Max scramble into his lap and into his arms. Daniel hugs him. 

"Danny, Danny, Danny," Max says, hiccoughing through his tears. Daniel is normally Daniel to Max. Danny is for goodnight hugs and middle of the night tears. Max clings to him. 

Daniel reaches for Max's favourite Pikachu toy, a little well-loved in places, caught under the pillow and half off the bed. "Were you missing Pikachu, Max?" 

Max tucks Pikachu into the tiny little gap between him and Daniel's chest. He rubs his face on Daniel's t-shirt. He snuggles closer, hugging Pikachu. He stuffs his thumb in his mouth, looking up at Daniel like he knows Daniel's going to make him stop sucking it. Daniel isn't. Max has already been through his childhood once. Daniel's not going to stop him doing a single thing that brings him comfort this time around. What the fuck does it matter, anyway? Nothing about this is normal. Going Small normally lasts a couple of days at most and has most kids aging upwards. Max has been seven for two months and now he's smaller. The universe doesn't tend to de-age beyond about seven, unless the kid is going to be a hundred percent safe at the other end of it. At least that's one good thing about this: the universe knows Max is safe with him. This little Max toddler, sleepy and tear-stained, who knows and loves Daniel and is holding on to him tight. 

Daniel kisses the top of Max's head, and snuggles him closer. He's probably two-ish. It doesn't matter, though. His crying's lessened. He's tucked into Daniel's chest. He's already going back to sleep, cheek pressed to Daniel's shirt. 

"Love you, Maxy-Max," Daniel tells him. His hand strokes Max's back. 

Max falls asleep between one breath and the next, clinging to both Daniel and Pikachu. In the morning, if they wake up and Max is still tiny, Daniel will pay extra for a one hour delivery window for a Go Small Toddler kit.  

Daniel's clearly going nowhere tonight.

In his arms, baby Max snores. 

[nana2009]

Perhaps some more Danny with davekat if you are sill taking requests? Like maybe some domestic davekat and Danny is also there?

so sorry 4 the wait anon! i couldnt think of many domestic scenarios, so i hope u can forgive me with these doots + sum headcanons m(_ _)m

With Dave:

baby Danny really likes to bite him! Especially since human flesh is soft, so it gets addicting for a growing wriggler……

it's very much fun to climb up his parents', but his favourite playground is dave since he's taller and bulkier. on the same topic, he also prefers dave to carry him (one of the motives is the one cited above)

he gets more naughty and playful when dave tries to take care of him. examples include: bathtime, feeding, getting dressed, being put to sleep, etc. while he is more well-behaved with karkat(albeit still fussy like all kids)

human and troll body warmth are different, and although karkat's mutation makes him very warm, it's a little too much to the kid, which makes him rather cuddle to dave(specifically under his arms or even worse, directly on top of his nose…)

he acidentally pinches dave sometimes when being held, but it's not on purpose :(

kinda weird one, but when danny's in a vulnerable position(ex.: using his diaper) he gets alert when dave(or anyone other than karkat) is around, and stares straight into their soul. troll instincts not fully identifying him as a lusus or smth idk

With Karkat:

as i mentioned before, much better behaved with karkat, although it may be because he's much more strict than dave

even if he prefers dave in question of comfort, he would rather stay with karkat if possible, since troll reasons idklolz

karkat grabs him by the scruff like a kitten because i think thats cute

more cat-like habits include: getting super close to danny if he feels threatened, keeping very close watch no matter where(at least during his toddler years), purring and chirring to make him feel safe :3

danny likes climbing karkat too, but its really so he can stay either on his chest or his hair(his favourite parts in question of warmth)

they share much more common interests, although personality-ways he matches more with dave

on the topic of personalities, he's very ill-tempered. not as much as karkat, but he's much quicker to explode(especially as a little grub!)

and another thing relating to his troll/human hybrid thing, his instincts really collide with eachother, since dave is not a troll, danny subconsciouly think of it as danger but also as a lusus, while the human genes stop him from like, screeching or attacking or crying since it knows its his parent and doesn't have the "stranger danger" signal. I might get in depth on that hybrid effect in another post if you guys get interested but for now thats it since i dont want to make this post long (ﾉ∀＼*)

again, sorry again anon!!

bonus image :3 whatthehell is this font

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I’m running a bit behind on schedule with this fic but hopefully it won’t delay the publishing rythm -Danny

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Listen to: ‘Any Day Now’ -by Trousdale

xii: Graduation Day

At first, it was hard to control her shapeshifting. 

She didn't like not being in control, but now her eyes were better at adjusting to light and they had slitted pupils, so that was kinda cool. Her hair was still dark brown and impossible to straighten or curl completely, her long claws were always out now, for some reason. Her fangs hadn't come back, just like her memories.

She could alter her appearance without touching anyone, and make individual parts of her body change, like the color of her hair or skin tone, or move between genders if she pleased. The Skrulls taught her to use their tech and weapons, she was good with the spear, but she liked the big, flashy guns.

Cat had new sets of skills she could use however she wanted, not only that, but she'd been given a new name: Co'kat. Derived from her hero alias, the Skrulls had given it a meaning after baptizing her with it: A new beginning.

Only they were allowed to call her that though, it was sacred, something that connected her to roots far more ancient than her own existence, and no one but her father's family was worthy of knowing it.

During her last morning on the planet, she left her aunt and uncle's place feeling energized and excited. Her cousin ran up to her, handing her a bouquet of strange flowers, Cat hugged her.

"I'm going to miss you," She sighed.

"We'll see each other again if we're lucky," V smiled.

"Where's everyone?"

Her cousin gave her a strange look. "They're waiting for you."

The Prince had come to bid her farewell. Cat felt her knees buckle, she'd only heard stories about him, but now that he was there, she didn't know how to act.

"Co'kat," His voice was smooth, he appeared to be only a few years older than her. "The time has come for us to part ways. You've excelled in your training..."

He beckoned her to get closer.

"You've earned this," The Prince handed her a spear, retractable blades flashing out of each end, and a silver shaft that could fold in itself. "We've given you the tools and knowledge, use them however you see fit."

The sound of an engine distracted her: A spaceship was coming down from the sky. Cat smiled at it, a year ago she'd thought life would never be good, and now there she was, starting over.

Kurt was the first to come down, his hair was longer and continuously falling in front of his eyes.  Now dressed in a much more space-appropriate way, he no longer wore the leather suit. He had a mask similar to Peter Quill's, and she suspected that maybe he'd stolen it from the man's trunk.

Rocket looked exactly the same, with the exception of his clothes. She hung her retractable spear on her belt and ran up to them.

"I missed you!"

"Look at you!" Kurt cupped her face. "Your eyes are purple!"

"Look at these!" She showed her claws.

"Kid's no longer a toddler," Rocket nodded approvingly. "Good. I need a tough crew and now you look the part. I was worried you'd be looking like babies forever— Nightcrawler still has some growing up to do..."

"You're taller, Kurt! I don't think Smurf suits you now..."

Copycat looked at the friends she was leaving behind, this time she didn't feel sad about it, she'd come to terms with the fact that she would never have an official home.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity," She spoke out loud. "I won't forget you."

"Live well," Soren smiled at her.

Copycat wrapped one arm around Kurt's waist, and he ruffled her hair.

"Thank you for looking after the girl," Rocket told the crowd. "Forever grateful and all— You know where to call if you need help, yadda yadda..."

Kurt showed her the room they'd prepared for her. It used to be Quill's, and though it had a foul smell, overall it was bearable.

"Did you learn to fight properly or do we have to teach you how to shoot?"

"I have perfect aim," She raised a brow. "They taught me well, Rat."

"Good," The creature sat on the pilot's chair and started pressing, switching, and pulling on levels. "Keep in mind that it'll get ugly."

"Give us a look," Kurt placed one hand on her shoulder. "Ugly's our forte."

"You gonna teach me how to fly this thing?" She asked Rocket.

"Are ya' gonna crash on your first try?"

"That was your fault!" Kurt said in outrage. "He yelled at me to see how I'd react!"

She laughed. "I can't promise I won't crash, but I'll pay for it if it happens?"

"Now we're talking," Rocket chuckled dryly, he patted the chair next to him. "Watch and learn, Skrully."

"Where's Nebula?" She took off Pietro's jacket and placed it on the back of her seat.

"She's at a near station with Danvers, we'll catch up with her later," Kurt said.

"Have you heard from my friends on Earth?"

"Nat calls once a week to ask for updates on what we do," The mutant boy continued. "We didn't have much to say about you, but now that you're back you'll be able to tell her everything yourself."

"What now, missing Earth already?"

"I'm curious, that's all," Cat shrugged. "Still not interested in going back."

"Good, cause you'll be of use here," Rocket pointed at her hands vaguely. "Nice claws by the way, almost as cool as mine."

"I could break your fingers with a harsh slap," She teased.

Rocket cackled, Cat leaned back on her seat with an easy smile. There was something liberating about her current situation: No one was expecting anything big from her. Rocket telling her she'd be of use was more about convenience than who she was.

She wanted to make the grown-ups proud, glad that they'd kept her, but she had to find out what things fitted her from what she'd learned throughout the years, and what to throw out.

Practicality was one of her main attributes, logic and common sense would keep her away from suffering any further. Copycat was now her number one priority, and she would protect herself at all costs.

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[thelastspeecher]

Okay but, hear me out. The girls dress up feathers to look like uncle Stanford because he's been gone for a while and they miss him. So they make Feathers a pair of wire glasses and also a small makeshift sweater. Also also, who kisses Ford on the small of his forehead? All cat and cat like creatures deserve that. Does stan end up with an entire phone photo gallery filled with pictures of 'Feathers'? OKAY BUT IMAGINE TINY FORD ON STAN'S SHOULDER AS HE GOES THROUGH TOWN LIKE A POKEMON.

OMGGGG

Danny and Daisy ask their parents for help with dressing up “Feathers”, bc yes, they miss their Uncle Ford, and for some reason, the new kitty reminds them of him.  Stan and Angie can’t say no to such an adorable request, and even Ford, who doesn’t want to be dressed up in a costume version of his normal self, doesn’t fight it.  So sphinx kitten Ford gets a little sweater and glasses, and Angie takes a picture and sends it to Fiddleford right away.

Angie’s the one who kisses kitten Ford on his forehead.  Ford is surprised by how much he likes it when she does that.

YES.  Angie takes a million pictures of kitten Ford, esp when he’s doing something extra catlike (like when Stan gets a laser pointer and Ford goes to town chasing it).  She sends the best ones to Stan, but since she’s the photographer, she ends up with the most pictures of sphinx kitten Ford.

Omg, I love the idea of sphinx kitten Ford riding on Stan’s shoulder (which I’ve heard being described as “shoulder surfing”, but googling that phrase to look for cute pictures made me think that I am woefully mistaken).  Sphinx kitten Ford isn’t allowed to leave Stan and Angie’s house (aside from going in the backyard every now and then), bc while the girls might shrug off Ford’s wings, other people won’t.  But kitten Ford rides around on Stan’s shoulder throughout the house.

Like, Stan wakes up in the morning, and sphinx kitten Ford, who was curled up at the foot of the bed, also wakes up.  While Stan gets dressed, kitten Ford climbs to a height that he can leap from, and before Stan leaves the room, Ford jumps onto his shoulder, making Stan curse very loudly bc this fucking cat just jumped on him.

Ford doesn’t give a shit that he scared Stan.  He’s too proud of himself for making that leap.  He’s had a number of falls from misjudging distance.  And each time he underestimates how far something is before he jumps to it, he gets swarmed by Danny and Daisy, who are worried that the kitty is hurt.

Stan and Angie have to run interference a lot when sphinx kitten Ford stays with them.  Toddlers and kittens are not a good combination.

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stuff i dont wanna lose in my notes

Spinning On That Dizzy Edge It's Friday, I'm in love. He needed to sleep. He needed a break because it was his own damn fault that he stayed up all night lurking on Roy's Instagram. He tried to sleep, but it only came in intervals of 5 minutes, leaving him dizzy as he had to get up to get ready for a soundcheck. He stayed quiet for the most part, taking a few hits out of a joint, thinking it'd make him hyper, but he was so wrong. "Adore..." "I don't think we're gonna wake her up.." "Just leave her alone, I got it." the voices from the other queens hovered above her didn't do much, she just listened with her face rested on her jacket. She fell asleep on the couch, Roy trying to gently wake her up as other queens resorted to yelling. "Aww, let Bianca take care of her baby." Violet joked, laughing softly. "Shut up." --------------- ########### Danny woke up with a headache from the heat, curled up on an uncomfortable couch. His panic then arose as he realized everyone was already half-ready, he was still a boy, with his cheeks flushed and hair messed up and sweaty. "The Sleeping Beauty's awake!" Jinkx announced, looking over at a confused, tired Danny. "Thanks." he said dryly, sitting up and wincing, holding his head and sighing, "What time is it?" "Like... 6? The show starts in 2 hours." Courtney mumble-answered, trying to get her nose contour right. "Oh." He got himself together and got his makeup bags from the corner where they were brought in with everyone else's drag from the bus, sitting himself down and playing some music from his speaker to get himself alive. Starting his makeup, he downed two Red Bulls waiting for the powder to set. ------------- %%%%%%%% 8:00. Showtime. It didn't take long for Adore to get her outfit together, besides the tights and everything. Expensive, cheap-looking dress, a leather jacket, long, wavy black wig with cat ears. Better than clipping together a costume. She heard Bianca hosting on stage, a smile creeping its way onto her face as she smoked, 'Friday I'm In Love' playing so she could get her voice together before her performance. - what is the utmost upsetting, and disappointing realization i have had in all years of life, is that the human race will not learn. we learn from past yet do not look forward whenever there is an approaching red light to simply stop, and analyze. look forward, know your people, know what the options are, and what will happen for each. chances taken with thought and are easily explained are better taken than chances that are impulsive and the only thing you can say to them is, "because that's how it is." i am just now growing, my mind is changing and i now understand that as you become an adult, you somehow become the clueless toddler that asks questions such as, "why is the sky blue?" im dumb as hell - I should have left you The moment I saw that stupid smile. Adore felt like she was in the clouds as she felt the other queen's lips against hers. Courtney's touch was gentle, comforting, treating her like fine china as her lips slowly meshed against Adore's. Soon she pulled away, laughing softly and stroking the taller girl's cheek as she was left breathless in her tipsy state. Adore glanced down at her, flustered under all of her makeup. "M-More.." she whispered, a lazy smile drawn on her lips, and Courtney pulled her out of the small bathroom and to an unoccupied room, in the midst of a loud party. I'm deluded to stay, dress rolled up by my waist But you had me at 'goodbye'. Adore again, catching her breath with the queen inbetween her legs, arms around her neck as her black dress was pushed up and out of their way. It was hot, not at all sober.. again, and controlled. Too controlled but the taller queen couldn't help but submit to the blonde's small touches and kisses to drive her crazy. The next morning was a guilty, dirty feeling. A feeling of disgust and regret, yet Danny knew that by the time the night rolled back that he'd be in the same exact position. Sent texts at 6:25 AM saying 'I'm sorry.' and, 'I hope this doesn't change us as friends' still couldn't erase the anxiety slowly building up in him. But that was Courtney. ABC. His best friend and the thought of not having her there sent an even worse chill and an even deeper feeling in his stomach. I hate you every time I fuck you But I close the door Cause I'm young and insecure I loved you, what am I supposed to do? It's all we're good for. Danny couldn't bring himself to climb out of bed the day of an interview with Courtney. Even with Bianca's gentle reassurances and strokes of his cheek to make him feel better, he stuck with the sick excuse and while they were gone, he just got on his laptop and tried to empty his brain with poetry coming out in caps and typos and frantic fingers onto the keys with the same thought in his head. I am disgusting, you are my friend, and we are not one. You don't know me when I'm not high Boy you're only as good as the hole in my skirt And the bruises on my thigh. mmmm Twas bad - Slouching Toward Nirvana, Part 1 (Biadore) Things weren't the best with Danny. He had the best house on the block, yet it was only occupied by one boy. Well, and a few ghosts. Writing was his only hobby at this point, playing a few scratchy chords on his new guitar, not sure of anything. He became a hermit, his only friend becoming beer, weed and his favorite shirt, the word 'sad' always coming up in the lyrics he scrawled down. That's what he was. Just a sad, sad boy. He'd occasionally go out for even more drinks with John, but the days that passed during his break only included weed, beer, and well.. his favorite shirt. He wasn't necessarily sad now, just content, and looking back and bringing back feelings he would've never dared gone back to just to write the songs, making his mood very solemn. Distract and sedate, everything is okay. Problem was, he knew that. He had a lot of time to just sit back and think. Sometimes that isn't the best thing, so he just turned to social media sites, making his feelings turn into little song teases, and gifs, just to keep his followers on their feet. All of them usually just tweeted him if he was okay, since he wasn't getting out, and just drinking, and they weren't wrong, but he'd just tell them he was fine, and he was just relaxing. One night, in Danny's very silent bedroom, he'd drained himself completely. Hit after hit on his joint, he just stared up to the ceiling. Recharging. He'd thought a lot about tours he's been on, all of the guys he'd become attached to, all too fast. That can drain him quick. To break the peaceful thoughts of the boy, his phone had gone off with a text message, startling him a bit. He didn't get many texts anymore, since they all knew he was just slaving away to his boy music, focusing. But once he sighed deeply and set the lit joint onto the ash tray carefully, he sat up and grabbed the phone, squinting and turning down the brightness immediately. It was Bianca. That contact name showing up on his lockscreen was enough to make him crack a smile, before he read the text leading up to it. Are you awake? But he knew the other man's intentions were to get him to the energetic, jolly state the boy was usually in, so he just set the phone down, and rested on his back again. He wanted to reply, and he felt bad leaving him on read, but he couldn't bare having the same repeated conversations of, "Are you okay?" Yes. "..But are you really?" It was a lot of contemplating, but he mustered up the confidence to hold up the phone, and type back a casual 'Yeah, what's up?' and maybe a few emojis. Bianca had the three little dots appearing at the bottom of the text thread almost immediately, and Danny swore this was the only time in his entire life he'd not been looking forward to talking to the queen. Just checking in. I'm going to be in LA for the tour this Wednesday, flying in tomorrow. Danny wasn't expecting this at all, and his mood had almost completely changed. Wait for it.... Do you wanna hang out? Fuck yeah. Danny smiled brightly, quickly typing out a response. 'Of course! What time?' he added a heart emoji to that, incredibly estatic that his favorite person in the whole world was going to visit him again, after months of only texts, he'd get the hug he only dreamed of. Their conversation continued until Danny fell asleep with his phone by his face, his joint finished, and his face becoming peaceful. He dreamed of bliss. - Mmm Twas Bad