#my orange precious

[squadron-of-damned]

Gamt :)

A quote of them that you remember

A childhood headcanon

Sexuality hc!

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Future headcanon

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

Gant! :)

I shall go with the classic: "There are only three people I watch out for: Me, Myself, and I." But the actual 'quote' I remember being most impactful is just when he stands there like this

for several seconds before the text starts running. The ultimate "..."

He had (or maybe still has) a brother, Norm, with whom he very much does not get along. Not as in that they hurt each other, but ever since they were kids they had vastly different views on the world. Of the two of them, Damon was the nice/kind one. As for himself, he was the kind of "I will do a Thing just to see what happens", but he didn't do many Things, because msot of the time he was able to very well reach the logical conclusion of what would happen. So it was more along the lines of "Will everyone actually evacuate orderly as trained if the fire alarm sounds?" (answer: No) and not "What's going to happen if I tear a bugs' legs off/dissect a live worm/etc.?" (6 yo Damon didn't know that the proper word for opening up a living being is "vivisection" and not "dissection", which is reserved for the deceased.)

He is definitely aromantic, and either asexual (sex-positive) or pansexual who doesn't really care for the attraction much. Damon will have sex when he feels like it with the first willing person with whom he thinks it's going to be good.

I am undecided between "manipulating Lana by threatening to reveal her little sister to be a murderer" and "playing the organ so loud that it rendered people temporarily deaf". Leaning towards the organ thing, honestly. For Lana he had a solid reason.

He would be very much a "let's talk about this" parent. Not the type to get angry, but also if you caused yourself a problem (especially if daddy Damon told you not to do the thing), he would not lend a helping hand, at all. Also the kid would get introduced to baby Franziska, Daddy would insist you are best friends, and let Fran do most of the "parenting". You'd grow up fine, but plenty of times you'd look back at your early life and suddenly realise "huh, that was kind of fucked up." Where 'that' would be things like getting a tutorial how to do drugs and not get caught, unarmed and armed self-defense, how to drive your colleague up the wall just by existing, and so on. Your teen friends would think he is cool in that laid back way, and after they'd leave, he'd say "honestly I hoped you know how to keep yourself in a decent company, but I can't be right all the time".

After his prison sentence is over (he had a good case and a good defense), he gets hired by a small café the woner of which had done some prison time too and knows how hard it is to get back on your feet with 'murder' or 'manslaughter' in your CV. It's supposed to be a temporary thing, but Damon finds out he is fascinated what kind of fucked up orders people are able to make and willingly drink (unicorn caramel decaf mocaccino).

Additional future headcanon: While still in prison, his assigned psychologist/therapist talked to him precisely once and after ten minutes concluded: "No, I really can't work with you. You know the textbook answers, you can improvise a whole new personality. I am good, but not good enough to work with that. And I can't tell when you are honest." "You are probably the first person who could tell. Have a nice one, doc, I'll send a word if I need you, ey?" And then they never talked again.

I ultimately choose to believe that Damon knew precisely what Blaise Debeste had been up to since day 1, and the whole chokehold he was holding the Prosecutors' Office in via Lana was directly to counter that as much as possible.

I honestly think that Damon figured out early on that "being himself" unnerves people greatly and people are horrible to work with when they are that kind of nervous. He had the set of various personas, the larger-than-life friendly one, the threatening one... He was himself basically only when he was overlooking a crime scene and in his head there were patterns flashing back and fro as he analyzed the situation.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

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As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

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Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[canisalbus]

Real fan art is coming one day, but for now I really wanted to see if it was feasible to simplify their gradients into something that would fit a simple style like Bluey’s 😅

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[miyrumiyru]

Orange butterfly is fall in love with endless fleabanes field 🧡🤍

(F) Large copper (Lycaena dispar)

[rocketbirdie]

yuffie!!

[breadmp3]

LOOK AT THIS ORANGE BABY!!!!!!

[orange-catsidy]

hey can you hold him for a minute i'll be right back

[lavender-tea-dragon]

Yeah so about the newest Precure series-

[aunt-ninny]

Actual backstage footage of Orange Cassidy with his International Championship.

[im-still-watching-anime]

i love how naruto on his off time wears the most plain outfits just straight up plain t-shirt and shorts but when it comes to shinobi stuff he’s like if my enemies aren’t blinded by the orange of my jumpsuit then what’s the point of even fighting

[aster269]

"You’re beautiful no matter what you wear"

Scene for an upcoming chapter

[elitehoe]

Baby boy going home with a full backpack!!

[ash-dino]

I love my bby

[miyrumiyru]

🧡 Orange butterfly ❤️ Yellow flower 💛

(M) Pallas’s fritillary (Argynnis laodice)

[sexysilverstrider]

plumber is in the house today and yukine is being very brave about it

[alixlives]

there is really nothing that makes me happier than knowing how safe my cat feels with me