Stillborn danyal al ghul au incorrect quotes - dpxdc au
Vlad and Danny, fighting for the nth time this month:
Danyal, exhausted: hey if i call you dad will you like. Stop. I have a test tomorrow.
Vlad, has a parental bone in EVERY part of his body: *immediately stopping*
Vlad: What do you mEAN YOU HAVE A TEST. WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT--
Danny: BECAUSE YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL DR. FENTON AGAIN, VLADIMIR.
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Danny, flopping into bed facefirst: i need sleep or rehab. again
Tucker (maybe?? I haven't decided yet who he's friends with): i thought you were clean
Danny, into a pillow: not if this keeps up.
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Tucker: favorite superhero go
Sam: Wonder Woman
Danny: the Flash
Tucker: Okay Sam's is obvious but, Danny I would've thought you'd say like, Martian Manhunter or Superman or Starfire. But Flash??
Danny: i had a foster in Central City for a few years and met him, he's a really nice guy. He made me promise to invite him to my high school graduation and is part of the reason I made it to rehab and ended up getting rehomed and picked up by the Fentons.
Danny: I have a hoodie with his logo on it in my closet, i saved up to buy it and its the first thing I got with the allowance the Fentons got me
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Danny wearing three layers and a scarf in the middle of summer: *shivering*
Sam: how are you cold you're literally made of lava
Danny, hissing: lava cools at contact with the air and I'm trying to keep my body temperature at a reasonable level, SAM.
Tucker, touching Danny: you feel warm to me
Danny: to YOU
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Danny:...i could eat lava
Tucker:
Sam:
Danny:
Tucker: do it. no balls
Danny, getting up: bET--
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Danny:
Dash:
The Both Of Them: *under the bleachers to smoke/vape*
Danny, smokes: I wont tell if you won't tell
Dash, vapes: ....deal
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Danny, breaking into Vlad's lab: YOU FUCKER QUIT-- what the hell is that
Vlad, working on his newest invention: Language. ....And it's something I'm working on, go away
Danny: what? no, fuck you. You're trying to kill Jack again and this looks interesting. I was gonna come beat you but now I'm curious what the hell this is
(Vlad spends a good hour explaining what he's doing before they start arguing and Danny starts a fight)
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Danny laying on the ground staring the ceiling, feeling like shit:
Jazz, popping by his room: ,,,what'cha doing, Danny?
Danny:
Danny, internally: 'Jazz says i should be more open'
Danny: considering the benefits of relapsing
Jazz, immediately stepping into the room: oh okay so lets talk.
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Danny, meeting Robin as Phantom for the first time unaware of his identity and his own birthright:
Robin:
Phantom:
Phantom: fuck you
Robin, a 12 year old: fUCK YOU
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Vlad: Jack Fenton iced me out of my early adulthood and got you, his foster son, killed by his own invention. He is a danger to society and I personally want him dead.
Danny: okay, cool motive still murder.
Danny, louder: I DONT NEED YOU TO TAKE REVENGE ON MY BEHALF
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Vlad, grabbing Danny's shoulders: aren't you tired of being nice
Danny:
Vlad: don't you want to go apeshit
Danny, in the american foster system since infancy, was in rehab at 11 years old, has been fucked over metaphorically, emotionally, physically, ten times over:
Danny: i feel like we need to have a talk
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DP/Regular DPDC Vlad: *gripping by the shoulders*
DPDC Vlad: how
Stillborn Vlad: what
DP/DC Vlad: how are you getting him to like you.
Stillborn Vlad:,,, well first off i don't torture him so jot that down
Stillborn Vlad: second of all, like is a strong word.
Stillborn Vlad: Daniel only likes me on tuesdays and when i show him how to make fireballs
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mishanks mafia au where shanks is the don of the gol family and and mihawk is a hitman hired by the government (it's a conspiracy!) to kill shanks.
when mihawk shows up, shanks puts up a great fight, and even tho shanks loses (he's on the ground with hawk's blade at his throat!), mihawk decides shanks is way funner than the government and doesn't kill him after all. mihawk intends for this to be the end, with exception for perhaps more fights in the future, but shanks has already fallen on love and starts trying his damndest to get mihawk to work for the gols.
mihawk always refuses, but when the government puts out a hit on mihawk because he broke contract, mihawk finds himself thoroughly protected by the gol family anyways. shanks, however, doesn't save mihawk fast enough to spare the hitman some torture so, in retaliation, shanks brings down the entire government and exposes the conspiracy while he's at it, with the finale being a grand announcement that mihawk is his, actually, back the fuck off and don't try this again.
by the end, mihawk still doesn't work for the gols, but if he marries into the family, well. "there's still a difference, red." (shanks whines about this daily.)
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Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...
You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.
And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?
(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)
Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?
You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.
You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.
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"Scherz" is one letter away from the italian word for "joke"
Considering the whole "mini frogs are puns lol" thing, how does it feel being a Charachter with an Actual Narrative? <- someone with Protagonism (if i recall correctly) that would REALLY LOVE FOR THE CAST TO EXPAND. PLEASE, I CANT DO THIS ALONE. I JUST WANNA MINECRAFT-
"Scherz" is zero letters away from the German word for "Joke". In that it is the German word for joke. As I was so often reminded in my youth. SUCK IT HATERS
Well, as someone who successfully survived the years since 2019 when we published Mini and the Gang™, and found out that they may have, like, 50 more years to live, it is a little frustrating to have peaked at 27. I guess I have 50 years of trying to chase and reproduce that elation. What madness will this result in? Stick around to find out!
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