#dtweek2020

[sheblah]

As if everyone and their mother hasn't done a piece like this already asfdds

DT Week Day 2 - Deception

Pen drawing digitized, colored digitally.

[havocfang]

Belated day six, ‘Duality’, for @doubletroubleweek!!

I love the headcanon that Double Trouble’s real name is Duality, so here’s Deet meeting their younger, lonely, gremlin self somehow n reflecting a bit. There’s gotta be a reason they’re so adverse to relying on other people nowadays, right?

[doubletroubleweek]

Double Trouble Week 2020

A week to celebrate a fabulous nonbinary theater lizard, AKA Double Trouble from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.

We're just under a month away from Double Trouble Week! It will take place from June 28 - July 4. During the week, we encourage creators of all kinds to post art, writing, edits, videos, and any other fanworks related to Double Trouble. Give this drama lizard the love they deserve! You can use the themes below as a jumping-off point for your works.

Day 1: 6/28

Themes: Acting / Espionage

Day 2: 6/29

Themes: Deception / Freedom

Day 3: 6/30

Themes: Lies / Truth

Day 4: 7/1

Themes: Laughter / Cruelty

Day 5: 7/2

Themes: Money / Pleasure

Day 6: 7/3

Themes: Duality / Desert

Day 7: 7/4

Themes: Nonbinary / Glamorous

You can pick one or both themes for each day. When you post your works, tag them with #dtweek2020 in the first five tags. Also @ this blog in the text of your post! That will ensure we see your works. All appropriately tagged fanworks will be reblogged to this blog to share them with other fans!

If you have any questions about the event, feel free to submit an ask to this blog.

This is a hate-free event. Do not use this event to post hateful, harmful, or intolerant images or ideologies. Any works that violate the spirit of the event will not be accepted.

[gekroent]

I can't cry on cue!

Loving Double Trouble so much... PLUS - NB REPRESENTATION 💚

I'm not too happy with this first makeup try on though.

(it doesn't go with today's topic of dtweek2020 but I hope it's OK)

[pandopandero]

day 1 - acting/espionage

When I saw the theme i instantly thought about wicked , so here we go !! Honestly i don't really like the colored one but i still enjoy the lineart.

@doubletroubleweek

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dia 1 - atuação/espionagem

Quando vi o tema eu instantemente pensei em wicked , então aqui estamos nós !! Honestamente eu não gostei muito do desenho finalizado mas a lineart ficou legal.

[paudrach]

Ah, to be a glamorous shapeshifter at a fancy party, like Princess Prom

[ritsunaru]

what it is to be loved

my entry for day 3 of @doubletroubleweek! this is the longest by far at about 1.3k words, but i think it’s the best (i know i said that yesterday!). an exploration of forgiveness and the most important people in double trouble’s life, there’s no trigger warnings, only a spoiler warning for season five! i hope you enjoy 💖

Double Trouble was sick of Catra acting like she was all high and mighty because she turned around, fought Horde Prime, and then got She-Ra as a girlfriend. She acted like a saint. But she had done the unspeakable, and she wouldn’t be able to push her past misdeeds under the rug for long.

“You know, kitten, don’t you sometimes wish it could be like the old days? You’re so boring now.” The shapeshifter was currently staying in Bright Moon after Sparkles’ aunt claimed that they were her child, but they were more of a babysitter for Catra and Adora’s newborn Finn than a guest. They supposed, however, the kid had grown on them. Now, they stood on a balcony, watching the sun set. “Always watching your kid or going to meetings about the rebuild efforts. When we were with the Horde, we’d take a skiff and ride through the Whispering Woods, hang out in the rafters, stay up past curfew...don’t you miss that? Having fun?”

“I’m boring?” Catra didn’t sound frustrated—perhaps more amused? Like she had expected this. “Trouble, listen to me. I am happier now than I ever was with the Horde. What we had wasn’t a friendship. You made that very clear before leaving me, and if you want to try and create one, you have to prove to me that you’ve changed.”

Double Trouble wound a lock of their pale hair between their fingers, sighing. “And you think you can prove to me that you’ve changed? Deep down inside, you’re still the exact same person I knew. You’re still cruel, and you’re still ruthless. You’re just like me, kitten, and they’ll never accept people like us.”

Catra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Look, Double Trouble, just because you have whatever repressed trauma you’re ignoring doesn’t mean that you can drag other people down with you. I know what you’re doing, and it won’t work on me.” She got up from her seat on the railing and turned to face them. “I know you’re not happy. But stop trying to sabotage things for others.” She sauntered back into the castle, presumably to go sleep with the love of her life. Because she was happy. 

“I am happy!” they shouted after her, but it was useless. She wasn’t willing to listen. That was alright. They didn’t need anyone.

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Double Trouble’s supposed mother must have had some serious abandonment issues, since she wouldn’t leave them alone. She would leave an extra blanket on their bed if she thought it would be extra cold that evening, or make an extra cup of tea in the morning just before they woke up. It was a waste of time, but she did a little something every day. She wanted to be in their life, but Double Trouble wouldn’t let her in. It was time for their “mother” to accept that they didn’t need her.

She looked so excited when they had asked her to speak in private. A shame that it was only to push her away, but they didn’t need her. They didn’t need anyone. “So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Her voice was so gentle, so innocent.

“Why do you want me?” Double Trouble’s tone, on the contrary, was cold, cutting. Calculated. They knew what they planned to say, and they would cut her out of their life with surgical precision.

Castaspella’s eyebrows knit together, and she frowned. “What do you mean, darling?” The shapeshifter was taken aback by usage of a pet name. That was their thing, and she was trying to turn it on them.

“I’m terrible. I’m disgusting. I’m the worst person you’ve ever met, and I don’t even feel guilty.” Their smile only grew wider as her face fell. They had done so many horrible things, but they were practically a prodigy at manipulation. Their resume was extensive. Flutterina, their most difficult job, was their greatest success. “Maybe you wanted me when I was cute and innocent, but don’t fool yourself. No self-respecting mother would want me as a child.”

Double Trouble half expected the woman to break down sobbing right there, but instead she wrapped her arms around them and squeezed as tight as she could muster. They flinched, but found themself almost melting into the touch. Castaspella sighed, loosening her grip just a bit to speak. “You are my child. I could never hate you. And...and maybe you don’t want me, but I’m going to work every day to be a mother to you. To make up for all of the lost years.”

They stood like that for a while, only stopping when Castaspella lowered her arms and left them to stand in a trance.

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The only things Double Trouble really enjoyed about staying in Bright Moon were the warmth, holding baby Finn for what felt like hours, and its close proximity to Plumeria. Plumeria and its sister kingdom Pavonia were the nearest regions to Bright Moon (save for the Whispering Woods), and in the wake of the eradication of Horde Prime, Pavonia’s monarch Prince Peekablue had emerged from hiding and had resumed his rule of the region. Apparently, he had been watching them steal his identity, but he wasn’t angry with them. He had asked Double Trouble to come over for tea once, and, being fond of the beverage, they took up his offer. Ever since then, they had been meeting about once a week just to chat about whatever came to mind. From the moment that the prince first blushed, the shapeshifter had gone out of their way to be extra flirtatious, just to get him flustered. They were well aware he had fallen hard, and anyone else would have let him down easy. But Double Trouble could always use another subject for character analysis.

One evening, the two sat beside one another on yet another balcony (they truly had a habit of ending up on ledges). The stars twinkled against the inky black sky, and Blue seemed so...at peace with himself, hands folded neatly in his lap as he stared up into the cosmos. Double Trouble had never known inner peace. Their life had always been one of moral ambiguity and emotional turmoil.

“You know,” Blue began softly, “my parents always told me that my powers were connected to the moons. Not directly, but that when the elemental princesses’ runestones were being forged, one of our ancestors fell in love with the spirit of the moons. The spirit felt the same, but being a spirit, was stranded alone. As a token of their affection, they granted them the power of farsight, to see all, just as the moons can. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s nice to think about it. That a gift that could be used for so much evil is a product of a love from centuries ago.

“I never told you this, but...your mother tried to contact me after Princess Prom. She sent almost a dozen letters to the palace, begging me to try and find her child. I only saw them once the war had ended.” The prince sighed, turning to look Double Trouble in the eyes. “I know you don’t want her in your life, but she really cares. She’s always cared.”

“If you’re telling me she cares for who I truly am, you don’t know who I am at all.” The shapeshifter was sick of people treating them like they actually needed them. They could leave any second and be perfectly well-off, and they despised constantly having to spell it out. “Let me explain. I’m a horrible person, and I’m proud of it. I’ve done things your pretty little head couldn’t even dream of. I don’t need her, and I don’t need anyone. I never have. And I never will.” With that, Double Trouble finished their speech, folding their arms with contempt and turning their back to the prince.

Blue nodded, shutting his eyes. “I get it. But I won’t stop trying, and I know she won’t either. I don’t care what you’ve done. I care who you are now.” He slipped his hand into theirs, the faintest bit of a smile appearing as Double Trouble squeezed back.

[haro-ra]

@doubletroubleweek Money 💲💲💲

[avese23]

@doubletroubleweek

Another scene for my upcoming fic

[yourlazykitkat]

welcome to dtweek2020:

The dtwriters discord owned by @bunnyyuuu​ will be hosting Dream Team Week 2020. If you want people to know you’re taking part, just use the tag: dteamweek2020.

Rules:

1. No NSFW content.

2. No ship/character bashing.

3. No ships which Dream Team is uncomfortable with. (i.e. Badboyhalo/Sapnap)

4. No hate towards people who write fanfiction. If this isn’t your thing, please do not interact.

5. Don’t feel pressured to do every single prompt; there’s no reason for burnout. Same thing with doing this on time, it’s fine if you’re late.

6. No pressuring content creators to be involved in the week.

7. Prompts are applicable to any fanwork, doesn’t have to be limited to fanfiction. (i.e. fanart)

8. Genfics are allowed.

Hfgl!

[sheblah]

DT Week day 3: Lies / Truth

Pen drawing digitized, colored digitally.

[sheblah]

DT Week Day 5: Money. Late nights budgeting the spoils of their chaos.

Pen drawing digitized, colored digitally.

[sheblah]

DT Week Day 6: Duality. Baby face vs. bastard face.

Pen drawing digitized, colored digitally.

[sheblah]

DT Week day 4: Laughter. Because they made up and became real friends after the series and I will not acknowledge any other possibility 😤

Pen drawing digitized, colored digitally. @doubletroubleweek

[sheblah]

DT Week Day 7: Nonbinary / Glamorous

It's finally the last day, phew! This week was challenging but fun. I might take a little rest from drawing just to give my hand a break lol

🦎💚🦎

[sheblah]

A classic spy look for DT Week day 1 - "Espionage."

Pen drawing digitized, colored digitally.

@doubletroubleweek