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Dannymay Day 4: Eyes

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is a Fae at Starbucks

So! Danny works by Fae Rules, Names and all, but he has no idea about that because he was forced to run away from Home (and the Ghost portal) before his Ghostly Education could be completed.

He runs to Gotham and eventually gets a job at Starbucks, or some other Cafe.

He has to ask the question "Could I get your name please?" A LOT while working there. And unintentionally steals hundreds of Names by the end of his first day, much less a week or a month into his job.

One day, Constantine visits Gotham for a Meeting with Batman, but by the time he gets to the Meeting Point he has bigger issues to discuss.

"Why the hell does half of your City belong to a Fae Lord?!"

[ooliecat]

portal 2 x splatoon. maybe chell had experiments done on her and she can switch/be within two different kinds of ink? dot dot dot. can u tell i dont actually own any splatoon game. i would like to play it someday. someday..

[paepaerest]

happy new years guys im still very much active!!!

n i thought this was really funny. LOL have it, i genuinely love these three. tune in for more old troll yaoi though

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Portal!RotTMNT #1: Donnie

Mikey

@supersleepyslowpoke yes, this, this is exactly what I was thinking. He even went a step further and modified his gun (I combined the ASHPD design with the Gravity Gun design, so it can launch things, too)

[crumbleworm]

OBLIGATORY NO PORTAL AU

POV someone actually WAS following Stanley when he arrived at his brothers house, and now they have to go on a cross country roadtrip together (possibly to California to get Fiddleford to fix the memory gun) all while on the run from Rico and Bill

More under cut

The fucked up brothers

AAAA i just want them to be friends on the road :)

They love each other in their own unique stupid way

[sunnyxjarrus]

headcannon that Stan is actually naturally smart and stuff but he gave up on applying himself to studies because no matter how well he did ford did better and he decided that if it wasn’t good enough why should he try to be good enough

[thefallenangel2008]

In my heart Caryn Pines is still alive and got to see her boys together and hug them after 40 years.❤️‍🩹

[ari-orangebox-collection]

She has extra PTSD from her time on the surface (other humans aren’t very nice anymore)

[underhell69]

fanart for @moosemann404 portal fic 'learned unhelpfulness' i really like this dialogue exchange in ch 4 :p

[redkehlchen]

Oh gosh I drew these in like 2020...

This series was really fun and I just had to compile them in one post again!! óvò

[08-47]

i refuse to touch the ground so have a v2

[bittersweet-jack-of-no-trades]

Stan and Ford, when they were young, reveled in being identical. It was an genetically gifted, built-in prank, an innate friend, a second half of the same heart and brain. They dressed the same, acted the same, even made sure they sounded the same. The days when even their father couldn't tell them apart were counted as a success--- the ultimate joke, and they were pulling it off every week. (their mother could always tell them apart. It was uncanny; her only real psychic ability.)

Then, around seven or eight, Stan broke his glasses. Mom and dad couldn't afford a new pair, so they stopped having the same face. It got harder for him to read without them, and he stopped getting as good of grades, and got moved from the advance reading group to the average reading group in class. Ford got a nice jacket for his birthday, and suddenly they stopped dressing alike. That was OK, Stan reasoned: they still sounded the same, and were the same height, and still got up to all sorts of high-jinks together.

In middle school, they got put in a few different classes, so they couldn't fool their teachers; they had the same lunch block, though, so the lunch lady never knew what hit her! And they had the Stan o' War to work on, so they always had about the same level of sunburn.

Then Ford started to join clubs without Stan. They got different jobs in high school, and Stan got slapped with an acne curse and a propensity to forget to do his laundry that led to them looking distinctly different. Ford met friends that didn't like Stan, and Stan met friends who called Ford a nerd and lame, and Stan didn't always have it in him to call them out.

It was alright, though--- they were still twins. Stan looked at Ford and didn't see his exact mirror image, but he still saw himself--- in the brows, the nose, the mischievous gleam in his eyes, their matching sea glass bracelets Stan made them when they were 11. Ford was still unmistakably his brother, Stan reassured himself; they would always be fun-house mirrors of each other, not perfectly symmetrical but with the same roots. He told himself that when they got called to the principal's office, he told himself that when Ford stopped working on the boat so he could work on his perpetual motion machine, he told himself that when Ford said he was going away to West Coast Tech, no if, and, or but about it. They were twins.

But when Stan called out to Ford from the sidewalk, duffel laying half-abandoned by his car, he saw no mirror, no brother, and certainly no twin. The man who stood in the window--- the man who turned away from Stan instead of helping him--- no, Stan didn't recognize that man at all.

[ooliecat]

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I'm still not over Chapter 10

If you haven't read @magisav 's "Shadows of the Hamato" over on ao3, go check it out!

Close-ups below:

[i-have-art-block]

made this for tiktok, figured i'd cross post here too