#danny💫

[yeliuxi]

A silly little stylized mastermind rogue Jing Beiyuan sketch for @mscutellatus! Thanks for your prompt for @danmei-action <3 (Whoops there is a typo but I am ignoring it)

Full text transcription below the cut

Jing Qi. Given a second chance at his first lifetime of fated love, Jing Qi possesses invaluable foreknowledge and insight. He's clever and scheming, but can't afford to let anyone know this secret. Instead, the Prince Nanning is content to laze about when he can, and has earned an indulgent and carefree reputation.

With the obsessions of his previous six lives put behind him, Jing Qi is eager to secure the throne for the Crown Prince. The imperial court of Great Qing is dangerous, but Jing Qi works diligently behind the scenes (when he's not napping), and is determined to succeed.

Stat block.

Armor class: 13 (leather armor) / Hit points: 53 (10d8+10) / Speed: 30 ft.

STR 8 (-1). DEX 14 (-2). CON 10 (+0). INT 17 (+3). WIS 14 (+2). CHA 18 (+4).

Evasion. Oh, you want Jing Qi to make a DEX saving throw for half damage? He'll pass. If he succeeds he takes 0 damage, and half if he fails. Yeah. Serves you right for trying.

Insightful Manipulator. Interact with Jing Qi for 1 minute outside of combat at your own risk. He can learn whether you're his equal, superior, or inferior in any two of your INT, WIS, CHA scores, or class levels (if any).

Sneak Attack. When Jing Qi has advantage, or when Wuxi is within 5 feet of his target, he deals an extra 17 (5d6) damage. How battle couple of them.

Actions. Crossbow. Ranged Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, 80/320 range, one target. Hit: 7 (1d6+2) piercing damage. (Sorry, he meant to hit you, not the other guy…)

Bonus Actions. Cunning Action. On each turn, Jing Qi can take the Dash, Disengage, or Hide action as a bonus action. Hey, he can be efficient when he wants to be…

Master of Tactics. Jing Qi can use the Help action as a bonus action. When using the Help action to aid Wuxi in an attack, the target of the attack can be within 30 feet, instead of 5.

Reactions. Uncanny Dodge. When an attacker Jing Qi can see hits him with an attack, Jing Qi can use his reaction to halve the attack's damage. Don't get the jump on him easily. Once/rest.

[yeliuxi]

He is leaning against his doorway & judging you for showing up at his recently and conveniently inherited estate in the middle of the night

WHO is going to draw li lianhua in one of those dramatic draping sheer fur-trimmed cloaks looking like he's a young new widow answering the door to the mansion in the middle of the night because her rich husband just tragically passed away and she has now very conveniently inherited his entire estate

[tricks-tickles]

Asking For It

alternate title: Craig Tucker’s Foolproof Guide to Getting What You Want

creek is once again consuming my soul so have this my lovelies

word count: 2262

pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek

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“ACK! Craig! What is wrong with you?” Tweek shrieked, flinching as Craig appeared from nowhere, his hands suddenly slamming down on Tweek’s shoulders, shaking him playfully.

The air was colder than usual, and despite being bundled up to his eyes in scarves and jackets, the movement was enough to make his face sting. Tweek took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jackrabbit’s heart.

“I don’t know,” Craig responded, “I’m just in a weird mood.”

He smiled and fell into step next to Tweek as they walked to school, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Tweek leaned into him, soaking up Craig’s warmth to offset the winter day.

****

“Craig,” Tweek hissed, “Stop fucking prodding me.”

They were in French, and Tweek was desperately trying to focus on memorizing his past participles when he felt the end of Craig’s pencil press into his side again, making him twitch as a bolt of electricity shot through him. He turned to shoot Craig another glare, answered only by his sly grin. He glared until Craig turned back to the front of the class, folding his hands on his desk innocently.

Tweek grumbled to himself, then went back to work, still on guard for any surprise pokes. Urghh, what’s the past tense of vivre again? Vives? Or is it irregular? This is too much pressure…

****

“Craig!” Tweek called, jogging a little to meet him where he stood in the lunch line. He forced himself to ignore the way people glanced at him, and stopped in front of Craig. He tried to step into line but Craig blocked him.

“Let me cut in, man, I’m hungry.”

Craig grinned. “Hi hungry, I’m Craig.” He said, still blocking Tweek.

Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re not funny,” He said, but he was smiling, a little. “C’mon let me in.”

Craig folded his hands behind his head, giving Tweek the smuggest look known to man.

“Make me.” He said, grinning.

Tweek groaned, then glanced down the line to where Jimmy was standing further up. He smiled cheekily at Craig and then turned and walked away.

“Hey, Jimmy! Can I c-cut in next to you?”

“S-s-sure, man.”

****

“Craig!” Tweek cried, sliding on the icy puddle that had formed outside of the school. Craig reached out, latching onto his arm to stop him from falling.

“Watch out honey, it's slippy.”

“I know it’s-GAHH- slippy!” He said, eyeing the ground with suspicion. There was a sheet of ice covering the short path outside of the school, and unlike Craig, his shoes didn’t have a good grip. He eyed the pavement, trying to look for clear spots when his whole world suddenly tipped as he lifted into the air.

He squirmed. “Put me down!” He said, hitting Craig’s back from where he was slung over his shoulder.

“Nope.” Craig smiled, crossing the icy path with ease.

“Craihig,” He giggled, trying to sound annoyed, “Peheople ahare staharing.”

Craig hummed, then put him down on the other side of the path. To anyone else, his face would look neutral, as monotone as his voice, but Tweek could see that shine in his eyes, the twitch of his lips and he knew that in Craig’s way, he was beaming. He felt his insides go soft, then grabbed Craig’s hand for support as they made their way down the street.

****

“Craig, you know you d-don’t have to wait for me.”

Craig was sitting in the stockroom of Tweek Bros Coffee, sprawled over some crates as he scrolled through his phone, clearly bored.

He hummed, scrolling further. “You’ll be done soon though, babe.”

“Yeah but- AH- your house is closer to mine than the s-store, so it would- ACK- be more convenient to wait there- and get off those boxes! They might break!”

Craig shimmied a little from side to side, then arched his back, stretching his arms towards the floor.

“But I’m comfy.” He moaned.

Tweek twitched. Craig had been in an… odd mood today. He leaned over and jabbed Craig’s side, grinning when he flailed and his arms shot up. Craig’s eyes were shining again and he looked almost- excited. Weird.

Before he could follow that line of thought, the doors to the stockroom swung open and his mother poked her head through. 

“Sweetie! Could you clean the tables at the back? Then you and your little friend can go home.” 

She disappeared again and Tweek giggled. “We’ve been together for y-years and you’re still my little friend. Come on buddy, get- ACK- ready to go.”

****

“Craig… are you listening?” 

Craig had been oddly silent on the way back home, not upset but- something else. Now, a light flurry of snowflakes had started and he hadn’t even noticed to put his hood up. 

“Craig!” Tweek grabbed onto his jacket, pulling on it lightly.

“What?” Craig snapped.

Tweek wilted a little at the response, “Are you mad at me?” He said quietly.

“Oh! No babe, I’m not mad at you,” Craig replied, “I’m just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Tweek said, still gripping his sleeve. 

Craig smiled softly, then grabbed Tweek’s hands and pulled him close.

“You.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss him. He let go of Tweek’s hands, which wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Craig wasn’t overly fond of P.D.A. but there was almost no one willing to spend an extra second in the cold ogling some high schoolers kissing in the snow.

****

“Craig…” Tweek said, trying to wriggle away from him. A difficult task, given that Craig had wrapped his arms around Tweek and was softly kissing his neck. It turns out it was very difficult to concentrate on homework when your boyfriend was clinging to you like a koala. 

“Come cuddle,” Craig muttered into his ear, both shy and eager at once. 

“I- GAH- would! But I have so much homework.” He said, trying to spin around to reason with Craig.

Craig sighed, holding him tighter. “But honey, it’s Friday, and your parents will call us down for supper soon, then I won’t get to touch you for hours.” 

“You,” Tweek slid forwards, then stood up and around to the chair to grab Craig’s arms and push him backwards, “Are so,” He pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his waist and leaning down till they were nose-to-nose, “Dramatic.” Tweek kissed the tip of Craig’s nose, then sat back.

“You’ll live.” He said.

Craig groaned, covering his face. At the same time, Tweek’s father shouted upstairs.

“Boys!” He called, “Come down for dinner!”

Craig groaned louder.

****

“Craig,” Tweek said, voice muffled by his shirt which he’d somehow gotten tangled around his head, “What do you want to- AH- watch? I think Good Omens season two is out.” He trailed off, finally yanking off his shirt and looking at Craig, who was staring at his phone.

“Craig? Are you looking it up?” He pulled on his pajama top, an old one of Craig’s that he’d stolen at some point.

More silence.

“Craig?” He asked, concerned.

“I’m going to get changed,” Craig said quickly, throwing his phone and all but fleeing the room. 

Tweek stared at the door. It wasn’t unusual for Craig to get changed in the bathroom, but the silent treatment was different. Feeling his hands start to tremble, he fisted them into his shirt and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if he’d done something. Pressure started to build on his chest as one of his hands shot up to latch onto his hair, and his breathing sped up. 

He shook his head and took several long hard breaths, then grabbed Craig’s hoodie that he’d left on the bed and shrugged it on, enveloping him in Craig’s calming scent. He lay back on the bed and took more deep breaths. Thank God he’d started seeing a therapist, and started a new medication that let him rationalize that it was more than likely an issue with Craig, rather than one of his own, and that Craig would tell him when he was ready. 

He set up the bed and the T.V., and not long after Craig shuffled in. Craig made a beeline for the bed, pulling back the blankets and flopping on top of Tweek, resting his head on his chest.

They lay like that for a few minutes, Tweek playing with Craig’s hair and watching the T.V.’s idle screen while Craig fiddled with the hem of Tweek’s shirt.

After a period of silence, Craig finally spoke.

“I… need to ask you something.”

Tweek hummed, tilting his head, “What’s that, baby?”

Craig’s ears burned as he buried his face in Tweek’s chest.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

Tweek’s eyebrows shot up. Craig? Embarrassed?

“Is it a sex thing?” He asked, half teasing.

Craig’s face shot up, fully red. “No!” He said.

Tweek giggled a little, “I was just teas-”

“No, I need you to understand, it isn’t a sex thing. At all. Just… something I like. And that I want. And I’m usually okay with just thinking about it but I really, really want it and I figured I could just get you to do it but nothing I tried worked and…” He trailed off.

Tweek’s mind was reeling. What the hell was he talking about?

“It…” Craig sighed and shuffled upwards so he could hide his face in Tweek’s neck.

“I want you to…”

“Tickle me.”

Tweek blinked.

“What?” He said, a little bewildered. The wrong thing to say, as Craig shot up and covered his face with his arm.

“Forget it!” He said, embarrassment coming off him in waves.

“Wait! Craig,” He sat up too, lightly pulling Craig’s arm away from his face.

He was fully red, darker than Tweek had ever seen, and was dramatically avoiding eye contact.

“You want me to… tickle you?”

He nodded. 

“Okay!” Tweek said. Craig’s eyes shot up, studying him.

“Seriously?” He said suspiciously.

“Yep,” Tweek lay back, patting his chest, “Come here.”

Slowly, Craig settled back down, half happed in blankets and his face in the crook of Tweek’s neck.

“Do you want me t-to be gentle or-”

“Just do it,” Craig muttered.

Tweek laughed, “Okay.”

He softly trailed his fingers up Craig’s sides while he thought about the other times they’d tickled each other. Craig did always seem very down for Tweek getting revenge and, looking back, gave up much quicker than normal. Maybe. Tweek wasn’t exactly an expert on normal, and if he was honest he sort of liked tickling too, it was fun to be close to Craig, and let him turn his brain off for a while. 

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Craig’s soft huff of laughter and realized his fingers had crawled higher, onto Craig’s ribs. He dug in a little, relishing in the full-body twitch and bubble of giggles that worked their way out of Craig’s throat.

“Twehehek…” He said.

“Yeah?”

“Uhm, cahan you do a lihitle more?”

Tweek’s heart squeezed. He had never heard Craig sound so cute. Wordlessly, he gently flipped them over so he was half lying on Craig and scratched his ribs.

Craig tipped his head back in laughter, his legs kicking fruitlessly beneath the blankets.

“Twehehehek!” He cried, gripping the comforter. As his hands crawled higher, Craig’s laughter grew more frantic, but not louder. Tweek glanced up and was momentarily distracted by the sheer love he felt for the other boy. 

Craig’s head was turned to the side, half buried in the pillows. His face was flushed, eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open (unusual, as Craig was as insecure of his braces as he was of his teeth before.).

And his laugh. Slightly monotone, like his voice, but so carefree and happy. Tweek felt his insides squirm at how beautiful Craig was in that moment.

Then, his hands burrowed into his underarms and Craig shot up nearly head-butting Tweek as he cackled.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” He laughed, shaking his head and gripping Tweek’s forearms and pushing them down. “ACK- sorry! Where do you want m-me to go?”

“Hehehe, uh,” Craig leaned back down, covering his face, “My stomach?” He said quietly. 

Tweek’s hands shot down, but Craig grabbed them before they could make contact.

“Gently.” He said, looking away.

“Aw, okay,” Tweek said, pushing up his shirt.

“Wh- uh, okay,” Craig said, watching Tweek’s hands with rapt attention. Tweek gently skimmed the light brown skin, grinning when it twitched beneath his fingers.

He drew soft shapes on Craig’s stomach, hearts and stars, and smiled at Craig.

“You’re s-so cute,” He said.

Craig groaned into his hands, “Shuhuhut uhuhup,” He giggled.

“Hmm?” Tweek asked, “Did you tell me to shut up?” He twitched his fingers, softly scratching his nails. 

Craig’s back arched, “Nohoho I dihihidn’t.”

“If you say-say so, man.” 

Tweek continued to softly tickle Craig’s stomach, drumming his fingers over Craig’s hips and spidering around his belly button. By the time Craig had had enough, he had a wide, dopey smile stretched over his face and sleepy eyes. 

Tweek rolled off of him, wrapping his arms around him from the back, and flipped through the T.V. to find something to watch while Craig drifted off in his arms. 

Thinking back to Craig’s behavior throughout the day, from scaring him in the morning, (playfully) annoying him throughout the day, and being weird on the way home, he realized Craig had been asking for it all day. He huffed and leaned down, kissing his forehead. Craig mumbled sleepily and Tweek smiled. He knew now. 

Eventually, he settled on a film and relaxed back into the pillows. It was a good day.

****

[trippin-chippin]

👁️👄👁️

Uhhhh

[finleyforevermore]

What is Ride the Cyclone? I see it a lot on my dash and I’m curious

Ride the Cyclone is a musical by Jacob Richmond and Brooke Maxwell.

It's about 6 children in a chamber choir hopping aboard a rollercoaster called The Cyclone at 6:17pm. At 6:19pm, the front axle breaks, hurtling the kids to their deaths and into limbo. In limbo, they meet a fortune telling machine named Karnak who offers one of the children the chance to return to the world of the living. It works as a standalone show but it is also considered a sequel to Richmond's book/play LEGOLAND about the Lamb siblings, Penny and Ezra.

I believe workshops and productions began in 2008, then the show embarked on a Canadian Tour in 2011 through 2013, then the show went on an American Tour starting in 2015 in Chicago, then ending in 2019 in Atlanta.

In 2021 (I think), the show blew up in popularity with the proshot of the 2016 Off-Broadway production getting leaked online and its been a sensation ever since! Hope this helps you out and thank you for the question! :)

[virtua1angel]

♡ Tag Game ♡

I was tagged by @pixievivi, thank you sm 💖💘💕💞💓💝

♡ last song you listened to: bubble by stayc <3

♡ currently watching: I’ve just started watching till the end of the moon; it’s really good so far!!

♡ currently reading: i’m just about to start truly devious by maureen johnson!!

♡ current obsession: genshin impact!!! the fontaine update just came out and I’m obsessed!!!

♡ I’m tagging: @haojun, @melancholic, @guangchuans & @yoohyeontual ♡

[xthefamex]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐳 𝐱 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐞 𝐀𝐥 𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲

[yeliuxi]

It's its year!! 新年快乐！！🐍🧧🍊

[charlotte-liddel]

"It's good to be more grounded in the present. Facing things day by day leaves better excitement for tomorrow." Charlotte mused, before noticing just how intently he was staring at her.

He was staring long enough that it caused a shimmering glow to glint dimly across the smooth diamond scales of her cheeks. She didn't look away from him, though, being more curious what he was thinking in that silence he dipped into. It also gave her a chance to see how the subtle light of the night caught in his own eyes like hopeful glimmers of dreams.

When he apologized for staring, a grin broadened on her lips as she shook her head. She was used to people staring at her for many an odd reason. Him staring was really no offense in the moment for her.

Even so, when he said her eyes were beautiful, she found herself a little taken aback. It wasn't a compliment she normally heard, since some were so often offput by the pale shades of rose pink and violet of her irises alone. Most also didn't look that intently into her eyes for that long, too.

Really, he was leaving her quite bashful over it.

It also left her feeling a little burst of energy, tingling down her back to the tip of her tail. Noticeably enough that she had caused both of them to float a few inches off the ground in her excitement.

"...Thank you." Charlotte only barely noticed she had caused them to float that little bit, stardust of her magic hanging in the air around them in a lazy swirl. She had to focus on it a bit now so she didn't abruptly drop them. Even so, she let her own compliment for him slip, smiling just as much in her eyes as the rest of her face for him.

"...Your eyes are filled with the inspiration of hopes and dreams, still able to capture that light of living fully. Truly lovely."

Oh, she wanted to dance close up and personal? Why, he could do that!

Danny felt comfortable with her, as if he'd been talking to someone he knew for ages, even though they just met. Weird how that could work, wasn't it? He felt the same way with Pudge. As if they'd been brothers since childhood, even though they'd only met a year ago. Only he wasn't looking at Charlotte in a familial perspective. Admittedly, he was developing a little crush on her, and he knew he had to keep it a secret.

Someone so magical. Someone with stars in her eyes. There's no way she'd ever be interested in him.

"Well, now that I've achieved stardom, I'm not really sure! I take things day by day, try to be kind to people, ah..."

His motions paused, and he looked into her eyes once again. What was once stars, was now the entire universe. Danny fell too quickly sometimes, for people who were kind to him, and he knew he had to snap that out of his mind. He'd fallen too quickly for Sawyer, and their relationship had ended, on good terms, but it ended.

They were still the best of friends. But just that.

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare."

She was a hopeless romantic too? While more of a realist now, after his experiences in the industry, that didn't mean he didn't want romance himself, often daydreaming about the romance novels he read. While they weren't his main go to genre of book, that didn't stop him from adoring that genre.

"It's just... your eyes. They're so beautiful."

[buckyytorres]

Danny CABNW photo dump 💫

[trippin-chippin]

One of the previous posts had a hint to this in the tags…. I know one person seen it👁️

Dannie harassing bourbon

[dptarotzine]

💫 Contrib Spotlight💫

Out of the darkness comes the light of our first guest spotlight! Guest card artist @krossan offers an little ghostly illumination into our deck...

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A graphic with a black background and green accents. On the top is an icon of Dark Danny from Danny Phantom. Below this is Kros with Guest Artist text underneath. The remaining left side of the graphic is further information about the artist.

About Certainly another cool project to bring to the table for someone that knows very little about Tarot cards.

Favorite DP Character Dark Danny

Favorite Tarot Card Death, Hermit, High Priestess

In the lower left are the social handles for instagram credited as krosrios while tumblr and twitter are credited as krossan

The right hand side of the graphic is an illustration of Jasmin Fenton cradling Dark Danny's head between her hands.

[dat1angel]

DPxDC Prompt

Due to shenanigans, CW Apprentice!Danny meets [Instert Batkid here] (I'm partial to Dick or Tim) and gets them out of a Situation™️. They end up becoming friends from the experience and stay in touch, with Danny occasionally leaving notes and gifts of things that he thinks they would like or knows will be helpful in 💫the future💫. Eventually the Bats have a problem that they're having trouble solving and [Batkid] goes 'oh let me see if Danny can give us a hint' and texts him while the others are all like 'who tf is Danny?!?!' and idk just Danny and [Batkid] being friends(and maybe to lovers) and cute fun stuff.

[justanotherdrfan]

Daniel Ricciardo lifting

I’ll gladly take the few breadcrumb photos of a sunshine beaming Daniel then the sad, broken and beaten down version week on week in F1.

He deserves better. He’s found better. And he is better.

[grumpznsuch]

the many faces of danny sexbang 🌀💫