#I gotta respect that shit

[rsvprince]

I got some real ass advice today, nigga came to my store and as ask me “how you doing to day cuh?”

I’m like “tbh not that great.. kind of a shitty week”

He like “ Don’t say that you got your health? You got family that love you? You working? You look good? Don’t let shit that’s out of your hands make you forget what you really got.”

Im not gonna lie that was some shit I really needed to hear, just cause one thing fucked up happened doesn’t mean everything fucked up.

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake, Danny’s human identity in this universe, is a boy trapped in an empty manor with absentee parents a low socialization.

Danny Phantom, on the other hand, is Gotham City himself. He could fly, he could interact, he could be the heart of his city like he needs to be. From the lowest of the lows to the highest of the highs, Danny loved the people that were his. Well, most of them. Child molesters often found themselves crossing paths with a vengeful, mostly recovered Robin.

He is the city, he is Gotham. And with his status came more changes, ones he welcomes more readily that the changes that came with his title of Ghost King.

Being a city couldn’t change him as much as it would have, had he gained the title before becoming King. But now, his shadows are dark, curling around his shoulders and curling away what little light he allowed into his city. His skin, having once glittered green with stars and galaxies and black holes, clouds over just a bit. It gives him a misty quality. His hands become sharper, stronger. Gargoyle-like. He wonders what he looked like to Batman, holding his broken son cradled safely to himself. He’s crueler, now, but that’s easily balanced by his years of being a vigilante himself.

He loves these changes. They are loved in a way changing into Dead Danny Phantom and Ghost King Danny Phantom will never be loved. And even though his human features are different in a way he never had to deal with as Danny Fenton, because it was his body that he died in, Danny finds himself enjoying the distinction. And he enjoys when they combine, because in the end, they’re just facets of who he is, now.

Gotham flies through his city, and enjoys it as a whole. A bigger picture.

Tim Drake walks through his city, and enjoys it as an individual. The smaller picture.

Being Gotham reminds him of what he had to protect as a whole. A duty he gladly bears.

Being Tim reminds him of the people he’s meant to help, the stories he doesn’t get as Danny. A connection he gladly encouraged.

Gotham is power. He is duty, he is fierce love. But for the good of the whole.

Tim is kindness. He is choice, he is gentle devotion. But for the good of the individual.

He’s both.

Danny. Danny Phantom.

Phantom glides through the smog.

The ebb and flow of people is his life blood, the thrumming of life and death and fear and hate and love and everything the city is sung through him and Danny sung back with everything he had. Danny is the gargoyles perched high, watching everything. He’s the stone curves of the sewers, sheltering his rats and mutant murderous crocodile man. The is no love comparable to a city’s mutant rats and their sewers. Ancients, he loves his city.

It would be nice, Danny thinks wryly, if they’d love me enough to stop blowing up buildings.

The sting of destruction to his city would hurt much more, had he not also been King. Regardless, every time there’s an explosion or general large scale property damage, he feels a stab of mild pain. Catching sight of his Bats, Danny stays invisible while following them. He wills the shadows to cradle them, to hide them further. He softens the stone, the mortar, the steel, just a hint. Their footsteps, silent and aided by the city himself. The wind steal away the noise of the grappling guns, so when Danny’s favorite vigilante duo (a fascination he shared with original text!Tim) broke into the building, not a single soul aside them are aware of the intrusion.

Batman skulks across the support beams, Robin following with an anticipatory grin. Danny floats, invisible, undetectable, besides them.

“C’mon!” A goon grunts beneath them. Danny tilts his head. A… Dresden Aberthy. Wow. That’s one hell of a name.

“Hurry it up! Boss said Batman’s going to get here soon!” Another goon- Robbert- said, waving around a gun like a moron at the terrified hostages. Danny could tell half of them were part of a tour bus, mostly because the other half were his Gothamites, bored and unfairly used to this kind of thing. The tourists… He’s fond of them, having kept track of their progress through his city. He doesn’t care for intruders on his haunt, but tourists like to appreciate his city and its doubtlessly Sam-approved architecture. Most of them. Rude tourists get pigeon shit on their heads and food stolen by his lovely rats.

He’ll have to make sure none of the bullets hit the tourists. He likes this group, even if he has enough awareness to question their sanity in choosing his city to sightsee. He knows it’s a mess. It’s Danny’s mess though, so whatever.

——

All said and done, Batman whoops ass and Robin rescues the hostages just fine. Danny grins proudly as Robin knees a guy in the crotch and punches a lady’s throat in order to incapacitate them.

After they tied the goons up, and interrogated them for Two Face’s plans- explode a quarter of Gotham to distract the Bats from his diabolical plan to murder half of Gotham’s judges and lawyers that have been going after him and his people- the duo retreats to the rooftop.

“Didja think Gotham saw that?”

Batman goes to reply, but Danny beats him to it, coming back to visibility with a wind touched laugh.

“I did, little Robin.” Danny smiles, fangs and shadows on display as his vigilantes startles and whips around to face him. “You did well.”

Robin- Jason!- gapes at him.

“I see you’ve recovered, little bird.”

“Gotham! Oh. Wow. People always said Gotham was a lady, but you’re a guy!”

“It was a Lady,” Danny confirmed. “It’s complicated, little bird.”

“So, you’re really… you’re really Gotham? The city?”

Danny looks at Robin with the weight of the city behind his gaze.

“I think you know the answer to that. But yes, I am your city.”

“Constantine,” Batman starts. “He said that city spirits only appear in times of grave danger.”

There is deference in his words. Batman is Batman for Gotham, after all. Danny just wishes he could… well, be friendlier with his knights. May this is a good place to start.

Are you in danger? What threats do we need to handle? How can I help? How can I protect? Please, let me help.

His Knight always felt more than he ever says. Danny smiles.

“Was Robin’s wellbeing not in grave danger?” Danny floats closer. “I am your city. You protect me, it is only right that I protect you, no?”

“Thank you for saving me, Gotham!” Robin’s grin is a touch more sincere than usual.

“Of course, Robin. You are loved.”

“Is there… a reason you’ve shown yourself today? Gotham.”

Danny chuckles, understanding the awkwardness that was Batman addressing someone with deference.

“I wanted to tell you that you did well tonight. Those tourists weren’t harmed in the slightest. Well done.” Danny gave Robin a playful but sincere thumbs up.

“They weren’t a match for us!”

“No, they weren’t.” Danny ruffles Robin’s hair, noticing how still he grew at it. “Robin was too fast for them. That maneuver at the end was masterfully executed.”

Batman clears his throat and Danny resists the urge to laugh at him. It would be mean.

“Thank you, for the… praise.”

Fuck it. He’s played well behaved for too long.

“Yes. I read in child rearing books that positive reinforcement is necessary for healthy development. You did well, Batman.”

Despite trolling Batman- and somehow holding a straight (and hopefully wise face)- he meant every word.

Allowing a small smile to slip at Robin’s chortles and Batman’s quiet sputtering, Danny moves on.

“Where is Nightwing, Batman?”

“He’s still on a mission...”

“If it is awkward to refer to me as Gotham, Phantom will do.”

Batman dips his head once. “In space, with the Teen Titans.”

“I see. Please tell him I request his presence,” Danny barely waits for Batman’s oddly acquiescing agreement before summoning a pigeon.

“Follow her,” Danny instructs the duo. “She’ll lead you to the places with explosives. I will guide you through her, to Harvey Dent.”

Danny winces as another explosion rings out.

“Your face is cracking!” Robin exclaimed, worried. He surged forward to stare at the hairline cracks appearing on Danny’s jaw.

“That would be the explosives. Any damage to the city will be shown on me.”

“Well take care of it.” Batman growled, shoulders straightening once more into an imposing symbol.

“Yeah!”

“I know you will. Stay safe.” Danny disappears, spreading his awareness and directing his Birds to the explosives that will go off the fastest.

Batman and Robin share a glance and leaps off the roof, ready to save their city once more.

——

Tim Drake wanders around Crime Alley, and meets a blonde nine year old trying to throw hands at her absentee Riddler knockoff of a dad. He dodges the brick en route to his face and kicks the guy’s knees out.

“You okay?”

The girl blinks. She stares at her dad, groaning on the dirty street of crime alley, and flicks her gaze back up to Tim, who waits casually.

“Yep. I’m Stephanie. We’re gonna be friends now!”

She grins at him, a baby tooth missing, and Danny melts.

“Heck yeah. Tim!” He introduces himself for the first time in a long time.

Maybe with Stephanie around, he’ll finally use the name Tim? Maybe he’ll get used to it, finally!

[copypastus]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week - Day 3 Secrets (Feyre/Tamlin/Rhysand) @polyacotarweek

I'm weak for 'two enemies put aside their differences coz they love me more than they hate each other' trope and I was somewhat sad that's not where Feyre's love life went. Just think of the possibilities.

[justaz]

semi-dark king merlin au, someone from ealdor tells king cenred about merlin and he is captured and held as a slave in essetir. since merlin despises captivity and servitude, he’d rather be dead and free than alive and in chains so he acts out and pisses people (especially the king) off so they’ll think him too much trouble and kill him. at first they stick to beatings until merlin manages to get his chains around a few necks and now has a body count so they kill him…..only he wakes back up a few hours later and king cenred is Intrigued and keeps him close. merlin keeps acting out but no matter how many times they kill him, he won’t stay dead. merlin has this moment after waking up perfectly fine after his twenty seventh death where he is hopeless and believes there to be no escape, not even thru death. a few other sorcerers in chains come and help him clean up and give him a lil peptalk, realizing him to be emrys, and then they revolt and take over the kingdom and crown merlin as king and now uther is like “wtf” bc his neighboring kingdom who was kinda sorta on his wavelength about sorcery, though uther did not approve of keeping them alive, is now a kingdom ruled by magic. he goes to war with them but with magic running free and fucking emrys on the throne, they don’t make a lot of headway. anyways merthur meet on the battlefield, enemies to lovers, you get it

[justpassingbyoursht]

Yknow when I first saw Chronos i couldn't quite take him seriously bc he's... he's a twink. who gave him that tiny tiny waist and those birthgiving hips? why is he built like that? i expected a giant or something, i mean the big 3 brothers are built ykno their father should be big muscly guy too right?? and then i realized he's got an hourglass shape and. 😶

my bad supergiant u are right. titan of time. hourglass. titan of time? hourglass. checks out ✓ he is hourglass shaped. an hourglass. ⌛that. that is him. titan of time alright. hourglass

but still that tiny waist

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you��re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[thewickedkat]

the amount of self-control and self-discipline that Orym has. the fact that he was face-to-face with one of the heads of the Ruby Vanguard, the group that ordered and carried out the attempted assassination of his boss and successfully murdered his family and didn't even indulge in petty snipes and remarks, let alone drawing his blade and trying to separate her head from her body. the fact that he held himself back out of respect and care for his friend Imogen and allowed himself only biting but reasonable points. christ. i could never.

[extra-somethin-somethin]

If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)

[thief-of-eggs]

Imagine hating a girl so much, that not only do you steal her man, but you then manipulate the system so that she’s sent to her almost-certain death in a bloody arena fight with 23 other kids

Mayfair was absolutely wild for that

[chitinleg]

"Mister Bashir, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you."

Julian, why in god's name would you invite him to play the villain?

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) happy wednesday, hope you are well! happiest of birthdays to my babygirl Alex Claremont-Diaz, love you endlessly my beautiful big brained bisexual disaster with a heart of gold

thank you to @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls @bigassbowlingballhead @leojfitz @ships-to-sail @suseagull04 @dragonflylady77 @kiwiana-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @wordsofhoneydew @priincebutt @magicandarchery @leaves-of-laurelin @eusuntgratie @duchessdepolignaca03 @saturntheday @itsmaybitheway @captainjunglegym @indestructibleheart @oxfordslutphase @tailsbeth-writes for the tags this week and on sunday :)

here's a snip from a tiny spy au coming this week if i can wrangle these men into submission:

“I'm serious, Alex. No theatrics. Certainly no blood. What's the code for trouble?” “Barracuda.” Henry clicks his tongue. “Too many syllables for my taste.” “Your name is too many syllables for my taste, yet you don't see me complaining.” “Touché.” He grasps Alex's shoulder, taking a long look into Alex's eyes. Henry's body is serene, but his eyes are always his tell for Alex. They're cloudy, tense; murky waters. “Be careful, please. We both know how dangerous these men are. Manu is unpredictable, even as the mafia equivalent of a middle manager.” “Aw, worried about me, sweetheart?” Alex grins, but it's a little unsteady, faltering at the edges. “Henry. This is easy. And if I’m lucky, no dicks will have to come out.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. He really, really doesn’t want any dicks out this time. “See you in five, okay?” He squeezes Henry's arm, then slips out of the supply closet. Back to work.

xoxo roop

+ no pressure tags below the cut and open tag as always <3 tag me if you use :)

@ninzied @cha-melodius @sparklepocalypse @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @getmehighonmagic @myheartalivewrites @welcometololaland @anincompletelist @nocoastposts @tintagel-or-cockleshells @sherryvalli @lizzie-bennetdarcy @heysweetheart-writes @inexplicablymine @onward--upward @celeritas2997 @affectionatelyrs @14carrotghoul @rmd-writes @cultofsappho @anchoredarchangel @candyspandemonium @porcelainmortal @kj-bee @nontoxic-writes

[genericpuff]

not to start drama but the OP to that post you just replied to (the sicilian post) is being a dick to you in one of their asks saying Rekindled is a waste of time and to "do something of actual worth instead of being bitter" and it's funny they say that as if they're not also writing multiple long posts about how shit LO is and how frustrated they are that their own webcomic isn't popping off but you making Rekindled is the "loser behavior"??? so it's okay for them to do it but not you. okay. that makes sense.

I mean, whatever? Not me trying to be flippant here or dismissive of what you're saying here, but of course there are gonna be people who don't like Rekindled, it's foefiction (or fanfiction that exists out of the need to see things go differently or whatever you wanna call it), it's basically designed to be divisive lol It's none of my business what they're dealing with but I can understand their frustration and reasoning, as someone who's been trying to "pop off" for 10+ years and still feels like they haven't, really (Rekindled is a niche project for a niche fandom for a niche piece of work, it's still pretty small haha). At the end of the day Rekindled brings me joy and it clearly brings joy to others, too, and that makes it worth it to me. If I was doing this for any sort of greater glory I wouldn't be posting exclusively to Tumblr or doing it entirely for free without offering Patreon rewards or paying for my own assistant out of pocket, and frankly I wouldn't be working on Rekindled, period. I DO have serious projects I want to do and go pro with (not on WT personally because ick lmao) but I'm also working on those alongside Rekindled, I can do both, it's not a one-or-the-other ultimatum LOL If creating joy for myself and others out of the disappointment I have as a former fan of LO is loser behavior to some then w/e, I guess I'm a loser, at least I'm doing what I like :' ) (and honestly that sentiment goes to Rachel as well, as much as I talk shit about LO she's still clearly creating the series she wants to make and she's making a lot more money doing it than I could ever dream of, that's not something I can take away from her and that's not the goal lol)

If people's criticisms of Rekindled existing was enough to bring me down, then I'd frankly be a huge dick who dishes but can't take it LOL It's not my business what others feel about what I do in the privacy of their own space and I don't really take issue with it, unless someone's directly harassing me about it in my inbox/DM's/etc. which this person isn't so... live and let live, they're not doing anything harmful, they just have an opinion which is what we're all doing here lol I crack jokes all the time about Rekindled outdoing LO but at the end of the day, tastes are subjective and Rachel's bottom line is still leagues above my head where I can't touch her, which is fine. I'm not making Rekindled to try and make people not like LO or to take away from Rachel. No one's obligated to enjoy what I do and/or why I do it, and that's okay (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

[rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit]

Y'know considering it's pride month and all I thought it'd be fun and relevant to talk about something that I've had on my mind, after having been with my partner for a year and a half now I've been taught one very vital thing.

That relationships {regardless of whether they're platonic, romantic, or sexual} all rely on Comfort and discussing boundaries.

If you don't quite get what I mean then let me elucidate using an analogy my fellow UK users may be familiar with from their days in secondary school sex ed, though this one ain't just for sex this time mind you!

Yep, the Tea is back to fucking haunt you.

If you already know this? Great! Way to go champ, you know how to not be a cunt when being intimate with people! if this is for whatever new information to you, well I'm glad that I've taught you the wonderful and weird laws of "it's not fun till everyone's having fun". Alsoo Ii just wanted to doodle shit about this topic for fun, with the two common guys in here being owned by myself {Spirit - Cat} and @cherrykitkat {Kitzel - weird cryptid thing} who's the aforementioned partner at the start!

Happy pride cunts, learn your boundaries and chat about 'em!

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is realizing that no matter how hard you try, you just lack the ability to see a lot of nuance in your friends’ romantic struggles beyond what logically makes sense… so you begin to space out whenever they enter lengthy conversations about dating struggles that you’ve heard over and over again, because the only response you can think of is “that sucks” or “you deserve better, move on”. But these are probably best left unsaid, so you say nothing at all and let the alloros handle it

.

[tadpolebobatea]

Day 3 - Favourite dynamic (i'd file this under romantic, platonic, and unhealthy)

Billy Tella. UU blorbos number 1 and 2.

The pookies, I love their dynamic in all instances but something about the angst of the 100th really gets me. The whole going to hell together thing appeals to my poor soggy soul.

(Something something cigarette lighting symbolic for tella assisting with Billy’s self destruction something something)

(cigarette lighting is symbolic for my completely healthy interest is rgg games. come closer i dont bite )

I'm just a sucker for the whole "captain and his right hand man " dynamic, something about unconditional loyalty and devotion and the attitude of "i owe you my life. maybe more than that" is so so so so good

Timelapse (I couldn’t make any of these poses work. It drove me fucking mental)

[whereismyhat5678]

@oddpizza I hope you don’t mind me calling you over here but since you inbox ain’t open I NEED to express my feelings about your art because MY FUCKING GOD YOUR ART IS SO GOOD

Like HOLY SHIT the colors and lineart I LOVE YOUR SKETCHES is it pen you use for it that shit’s INSANE?? Not only that but the way you draw your characters are JUST SO STARRABLE LIKE CJ is a treat to look at their design is ADORABLE‼️‼️ 💕💕

Don’t even get me STARTED ON HOW YOU DRAW THE FOLLOWING: Peppino, Gustavo, and Fake Peppino BECAUSE OH MY GOD

I LOVE how you Peppino he’s so SHAPED and EXPRESSIVE I NEED YOUR FUCKING TALENT BRO- Not to mention anytime you draw him I can’t help but just hold respect for you YOUR ART IS FUCKING AMAZING‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥

Gustavo is SO FUCKING CUTE in your style when you draw him I’m like:

AND FAKE PEPPINO HOLY SHIT

I ADORE THE WAY YOU FUCKING DRAW HIM. He’s so CREEPY with the mix of COOL I JUST RAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH I CLAW MY FUCKING EYES OUT TEAR AT MY HAIR IN THE MOST POSITIVE WAY POSSIBLE JUST SO

I’M NOT EVEN A BIG FAN OF FAKE PEPPINO BUT OH MY GOD????? YOUR ART-

YOUR ART💥💥💥💥

*Inhale*

That’s all I wanted to say your art is amazing and I hope you see this. I’m sincerely sorry I didn’t follow you earlier because you are OOZING talent.