#need for challenge

[fuckdamn]

bugs when you lift up their rock

[platypaws]

Day 39: Isabella // Day 6: Pets

pnf revival challenge hosted by @howtonerdoutovereverything! ✨ pnfspiritweek hosted by @animationnut & @pftones3482! ✨

Isabella doesn't play around with unneccessary secret keeping. This is vaguely continued from this, but also like a dozen other comics I did for the revival challenge because theres overarching plot I guess dhfugihdfgu

[revival challenge masterpost]

[hinamie]

quick megumi style study

[wormspoodle]

something something personal hell paved with good intentions

[marciaillust]

your design of me

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[harrytheehottie]

this scene has been playing on loop in my mind since i first watched it . it’s like a drug.

[popipopipopipopipo000]

Inspired by @ciricearts ‘ jason drawing w that frame from challengers.

I literally locked in here ik its just a sketch but i was so focused i needed to get it OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!

[jennipond]

jeanscottwarren as challengers

[crossbowwss]

alright take two. art comparison under cut

i guess you can count this as a redraw? left is from may 2024

[platypaws]

pnf revival challenge days 29 & 30: Water & Buford!

Hosted by @howtonerdoutovereverything! ✨

10 minutes later biff disappears in the pool and Buford cries

[revival challenge masterpost]

[hinamie]

dead man walking

[tinyfantasminha]

w ..... why are you looking at me like that 😳

inspired by this picture from the Beastars manga  ↓

[foxdoodles]

finally watched challengers

[starlinggirll]

ex-husband!art who...

who... constantly brings you up in any interview, referring to you as 'his girl' but mostly 'my lady'. but he also says 'the mother of my kids'. which is true, but you know better, you know he says that just to make sure everyone knows who you are to him.

who... always visits you and your two little boys. with bug expensive toys for them, and for you? a generous amount of money and a weekly fuck session.

who... fucks you as if you both were still together. might as well be. from breathy 'i love yous' to 'my good girl', regardless of what it is, his touch is as rough and loving as it has always been.

who... almost tried baby trapping you, staying inside of you a little longer than usual before he backed up and pulled out. he knows better than to do that. but he also knows you'll eventually get pregnant with another baby from him. its just a matter of time.

who... takes you and your two little boys to all of his parties. but mostly you. his hand firmly wrapped around your hip as your arms stay wrapped around his neck. and yes he kisses your lips a few times, (more when you both wander to the restroom) but its not like you're both together again!

who... has ordered your boys to always protect you from any man that ever approaches you when he isnt there. it happened once; at the grocery store, a man saw you struggling to get the food on the top shelf, and he generously helped you! but to your sons? they started practically barking at him (incoherent little shouts of you being married). they only stopped when you threatened to take their ipad away.

who... always makes excuses to stay at his—your house whenever he drops the boys off. and when you're done tucking them in, he sneaks into your bed. and you dont even complain, he did buy everything from the house anyway. and you miss him, but you wont tell him that, yet.

who... insisted on enrolling the boys in a school that had tennis as a sport. he isnt too pushy about it, but he definitely wants his sons to learn tennis from a young age.

who... tells you how much he missed you whenever you're both alone in bed. your head on his chest, his hand on the back of your head and the other one rubbing your bare back. "when are you coming back, hm?" or "just get back with me," and while his tone is teasing and annoyingly confident, you know him well enough to recognize the hint of desperation in his voice. know him well enough to know how much he really needs you back in his life.