#I have more where this came from

[daphnedauphinoise]

Do you know of a comprehensive guide for glowing up and just being better overall ?

When it comes to showing a video to my daughter, this will be the first and foremost thing I show her. She will come into the world being that beauty is about who she is, what she does and how she does. This was made in 1969 but everything this mini documentary talks about in regards to becoming beautiful stands true now. My favourite thing I have carried from this video is ' interesting people have interests'. Also this is the video that taught me to lose five pounds in five seconds.

I think if you really have no idea where or how to start, doing things this video tells you to is a good starting point. Do all and then you have yourself a glowup of the century.

Daphne xox

#daphne’s beauty tips #beauty binder #i have more where this came from

[collegiateanimationfan]

Little Fanfic Blurb, be prepared.

It was pouring down rain when Jay jolted awake on the Bounty. All around him, the rest of the team slept in their bunks peacefully while the storm raged outside. He hadn't been able to sleep through storms since Nya died. Jay pulled himself out of bed and sent a sorrowful glance towards her immaculately made bed and the trident that rested in it's place above it. He shook himself and walked towards the door to the upper deck.

Kai was supposed to be on duty at the helm, but for some reason, he wasn't on the deck or the bridge as Jay climbed up the ladder towards the wheel.

He walked right by the wheel and drifted towards the back of the bridge, reaching to check the course of the Bounty when he heard it. A voice. His voice.

He glanced around the large screen of the computer and froze when he saw the back of a blue clad figure walking away from him.

"Wow, look at that storm..."

He blinked twice and watched as the first figure stopped beside a second one which now stood at the helm, gently steering her ship the way that she had done for years. Nya.

"You know, there was an ancient tribe in Ninjago that worshiped a storm spirit named Wojira."

Jay couldn't move. He couldn't do anything as he watched the blue figure wrap an arm around the Nya who stood at the wheel. He remembered the moment so clearly, it couldn't have been as long ago as it seemed.

"They believed that Wojira protected them."

This was a dream. He was dreaming. Nya was dead at the hands of Kalmarr and the spirit that she had read about. He wanted to run, to get away from the figures and their carefree oblivious unknowing of the future. He had to get away from the couple who believed they still had their lives ahead of them.

"Wojira? That's silly."

Just like in the past, lightning cracked and thunder rattled the ship as soon as the blue figure scoffed and laughed at the phantom-Nya's suggestion. With the crack of thunder, Jay finally felt his feet move, but it was towards the couple, not away.

He fell into the rain and to the base of the wheel as the ship pitched with the crack of lighting. Just as the figures dissipated into the mist of the storm of lighting and water, he hit his knees. Jay sobbed into the storm as he lip-synced with the voice of his past that floated through the air even as his phantom self had disappeared, taking Nya with it.

"Not so silly anymore."

Had some angst hit me so if i had to think about this parallel so do you.

Not my image, obviously.

#jay ninjago #nya ninjago #jay walker #jaya #ninjago wojira #ninjago thoughts #ninjago headcanons #ninjago #nya smith #sog #seabound #heartbreak #angst #ninjago fanfiction #nya jiang #jay #nya #i have more where this came from #your ninjago angst for the day

[playrole]

bite-sized rp plots part 1

muse a (17-21) is a prodigy from a rich family that only ever fights and controls, whose parent(s) treat him horribly, so they run away, cut their off, never to be seen again - hopefully. they've always been charming, adaptable, pleasing, so it's easy to find people who sympathize, or even people who would offer their own bed - provided they date or sleep together or whatever. maybe muse a is picky in this regard, or does it while resenting that they have to - that's up to you. one day they find their way to muse b (30-40), who says no, no way, absolutely not, i don't have time for charity or relationships. i just want a pet. muse a insist they don't need autonomy or respect, they're fine with listening to muse b's every whim. so muse b calls their bluff, accepting the arrangement. but muse a was not joking... [any. if m/f, m should be muse a]

not interested? check out my other plots!

#rp #roleplay #discord rp #oc rp #1x1 rp #oc roleplay #1x1 roleplay #discord roleplay #i have more where this came from #those dramas are kimi wa petto (jp josei) and meow ears up (thai bl) but f/f is sooooooooooo welcome for this one you have no idea #plot

[a-kitsune-in-camelot]

This is a passage I wrote during Drop In and Write.

The prompt was a character who thinks they’re funny when they’re actually not.

I added to and edited it after the fact.

The piece:

The morning fog had dissipated by the time the carriage was pulled under the entrance to Hatfield.

From first impressions, it appeared to be a decently sized town. Not as big or bustling as a port city like Essex, but more… quaint.

Quaint was a good word to describe it.

“Look! A theatre!”

Kay said as he looked out the window.

On their left was a large, open air theatre with walls surrounding the main stage.

“I’ve never been to a theatre before.”

Kara said.

“What’s it like?”

“There’s lots of different performances, but they’re all rather fun to watch. I used to sneak in with Will and Xer all the time.”

Kay said, turning back to the troll girl and his teacher.

“Have you seen any plays, sensei?”

“A few, when I had the time to enjoy them.”

Hiroshi said, leaning back in his seat a little.

“They were mostly musicals, so they involved a lot of singing and choreographed dancing. Some of those writers really knew how to craft a good song.”

“Can you sing one for us?”

“Er… maybe later. I can’t really think of anything good right now.”

“Aw…”

“What about that song you used on the guardsmen two months ago?”

Kara asked.

“Oh, that? That was a children’s song from my homeland called Toryanse. I’ve always found those sorts of songs a little eerie, so it was appropriate to unnerve them.”

“Ohh. That makes sense.”

The conversation went on for a few more minutes before it died in favor of silently awaiting their arrival. Kay noted landmarks as they went.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before the carriage stopped at their destination.

Amaryllis and Erica hopped down from the driver’s seat and opened the doors for them.

The two younger members of the party were quick to put their glamour stones back on as they clambered out with their luggage.

Kay was a little wobbly as his feet touched the ground, but he caught himself before he could fall over.

“Whoa… ugh, I feel so stiff.”

“That’s what riding in a carriage for days will do to you.”

Amaryllis said.

“It’ll wear off soon.”

“So… where have you chosen to set us up?”

Hiroshi asked, his own glamour applied as Erica unhooked her horse from the carriage.

He turned around and looked up at the sign hanging from above the entrance to the tavern.

“The Hoary Boar?”

‘Heh, that almost rhymes’

He thought to himself amused.

“That’s right. I know the man who runs this place. He’s one of us.”

Amaryllis said, leading the group inside.

The interior of the tavern was like any other, aside from slightly different decor and hunting trophies on the wall. The most prominent of these trophies was a large boar’s head hung just above the front desk.

‘Hence the Hoary Boar.’

Kara glanced up and saw an award for a sort of performance atop the mantle.

“Garrett! Get out here and meet your guests!”

Amaryllis called.

A thud and a curse sounded from behind the wall before a large man came out from the back.

“Comin’, comin’!”

He was almost as large and burly as Beorn came up to the desk. He had the appearance of a woodsman with a friendly look about him.

“Amy! I thought I knew that sultry voice of yours. Who’re these fine folks?”

“They’re here to help me with a job. We just need lodgings for while we’re here.”

“Right, of course. Hope you can pay for all of ‘em.”

“You know I can.”

Garrett smiled knowingly.

“So, you all want to room together or keep the children and parents separate?”

It took a minute for the four to process what the innkeeper just said.

“Uh, no! I mean, we’d like a room together, yes, but they’re not- I’m not their mother.”

Erica stammered, blushing at the suggestion.

“I’m their teacher, and she and I are not married.”

Hiroshi further clarified, his cheeks dusted pink.

Part of him entertained the thought of the four of them being a family in that way.

“My apologies, sir! You just looked the part.”

He turned to the blonde.

“You want a room to yourself, Amy? The one you had last time is available.”

“That would be lovely, Garrett. Could you put them up close to mine?”

“Already figured that. That’ll be two silver for all of you.”

“Thank you, Garrett. May the Goddess bless you.”

“And you.”

After paying, the huldra woman led the four upstairs to their rooms. They were down the hall, the rooms right across from one another.

“Amy?”

Hiroshi asked.

“Yes, that’s my nickname. Some find my name hard to say. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I see. So… he’s a Fae Runner too?”

“He is. He’s actually a Bearkind.”

“I figured. I’ve got a Bearkind under my employ as well. He’s our bartender.”

“I’ve met him. He really knows his alcohol.”

Erica interjected.

“Interesting.”

Suddenly, Kay started laughing to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

Kara asked.

“I was imagining what it would be like if you and I were actually siblings. With Miss Erica as our mother and sensei our father.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t think I’d be able to stand it.”

Kara huffed, cheeks puffed out as she shoved Kay out of her way.

The half elf just laughed at her reaction.

Erica smirked.

“Now, children, you mustn’t fight. We’re only here temporarily.”

She said in a motherly tone.

“Isn’t that right?”

Hiroshi smiled mischievously while Amaryllis just looked at what was happening with a raised eyebrow.

“Listen to your mother, you two.”

Kay tried to keep from laughing out loud as they all entered their rooms.

Kay’s mirth was contagious, as they all burst into a fit of giggles. Something about the thought of them all being a functional family unit striking them as funny.

They couldn’t look at each other as they set their bags down, as it would only send them into another giggle fit.

The room was a standard two-bed, one-bathroom scenario with a window on one wall and a hunting trophy hung up opposite the bed.

It was a stag, its impressive rack taking up much of the wall.

A dresser was set up underneath for them all to store their clothes.

They all managed to calm down once Amaryllis came in to check on them a few minutes later.

“What are you all laughing about?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.”

Hiroshi cleared his throat, a mirthful look still on his face.

“Let’s get down to business, then. Are you going to tell us more about the job? I know we’re going to save your daughter, but there’s more to it. Isn’t there?”

Amaryllis sighed as she walked in and took a seat at the edge of the second bed.

“There is. You’ll need a way into the Academy, and I know a way. However…”

She paused, thinking over how she was going to say this.

“It appears there is something else we need to take care of before we can rescue my daughter.”

“And that is?”

“The way is being blocked by a monster, but we can’t access its lair until nightfall. The entrance is enchanted like that.”

The four looked at each other.

“Is there anything special we need to defeat it? What sort of monster is it?”

Erica asked.

“From what my intel has gathered, it’s a giant serpent creature. A sort of lesser dragon with two limbs.”

“A two-limbed dragon, huh? Sounds like either a Wyvern or Lyndwyrm. Shouldn’t be a problem either way.”

Hiroshi said, shrugging.

His apprentices were surprised at him, all except for Kara.

“He defeated the Elder Wood Dragon. Surely a Wyvern is no match for him.”

“Oh yeah…”

Kay remembered that detail.

“That might be true, but I won’t be the only one fighting it. You three are going to be doing that. I’ll be providing support.”

“What!?”

Erica exclaimed.

“What do you mean we’ll be fighting it!?”

“Didn’t you all fight a bunch of guys in that contest thing?”

Amaryllis asked.

“Yes, but they were human magic users! This is a dragon we’re talking about!”

Kara said.

“A lesser dragon. You’ll be fine. Just remember your training.”

Hiroshi said, trying to instill confidence in his young pupils.

“Yeah!”

Kay said, genuinely excited at the prospect despite his own nerves.

“Just imagine all the loot we can get off it!”

Erica still looked upset, but she had to admit he had a point.

“Still…”

Hiroshi stretched his arms above his head.

“Since we’ve got plenty of time until nightfall, I say we go explore the town for a bit. Get some supplies, maybe check out that theatre?”

“That sounds nice…”

Erica said, a little defeated. She perked up at the mention of exploring.

“I am getting rather hungry…”

Kara said, one hand on her stomach.

“I know this place near the theatre that serves really good meat skewers.”

Amaryllis said, her own stomach starting to bother her.

“I could eat.”

Kay said, already halfway to the door.

A few minutes later, Hiroshi was given the keys to their room and they exited the building.

#a kitsune in camelot #original story #akic #writing prompt #drop in and write #writeblr #writers on tumblr #I have more where this came from

[stevenrogered]

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ↳book > screen “Baby.” It’s become a thing: baby. He’s knows it’s become a thing. He’s slipped up and accidentally said it a few times, and each time, Henry positively melts.

- - - - - - -

“Hello?” It’s Henry’s voice, sweet and posh and shaky and confused, and relief knocks the wind out of him.

He hears Henry’s exhale over the line. “Hi, love. Are you okay?”

He laughs wetly, amazed. “Are you kidding me? I’m fine, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Just hold on until I get there, we’re gonna figure this out.” “I will.” “I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

Henry exhales a wet, broken laugh. “Please, do hurry.”

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrbedit #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #filmedit #filmgifs #movieedit #moviegifs #mystuff #rwrb spoilers #bts rwrb #theres a lot more where that came from! lmao i have so many #1k #5k #10k

[densitywell]

spent like an hour trying to find a post abt the disparity of origin companion's content in bg3 and couldn't so, hey, this fucking sucks

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the fact that the astarion favoritism is baked into the game itself is so darksided oh my god #bc what do you mean wyll has TWO THIRDS THE AMOUNT OF DIALOGUE??? #anyways this thread was also how i found out that astarion is the only one with durge specific scenes #and bc the writer was being forced into crunch and writing for both of them. lol #ETA I know abt Wyll being recast/rewritten and Karlach being added last. the post I linked goes into all of that in detail #as well as linking to another post that goes into even more detail and explains where these numbers came from. #you do not have to tell me. or accuse me of making shit up to make people mad. i know and i'm still mad lol #game design is very complicated yes but there's many ways they could've avoided giving the one black character the least amount of content

[soapyakships]

knmf white day ruined my life

#prosekai #prjsk #prsk #project sekai #kanamafu #kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #my art #there is absolutely more where that came from.. #i literally went crazy when i saw the cards #I HAVE SO MANY DRAWING IDEAS THE SPAWNED FROM THIS JUST YOU GUYS WAIT

[conscydraws]

My first 15 hours in Death Stranding

#conscydraws #death stranding #sam porter bridges #illustration #artists on tumblr #video games #meme #when i went out today the weather was pretty much like that. worse even. #i came back in 10 minutes fully soaked #thought how nice it would be to have clothes alike Sam's #it's also fair to say that i'm slowly moving towards a personal artstyle #been playing with lasso and airbrush and found out that it's much more effective and quicker than anything i did prior #which means i will be able to make moar art! :)))) #about the illustration. i was keeping one particular location in mind from the first part of the map. there i died several times #although i depicted the stones not so accurately can you guess where it is? 😁 #i still haven't finished the game btw #death stranding fanart

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

#WHERES THE FIC AT IF SOMEONE WRITES THIS I WILL PAY THEM A HUNDRED DOLLARS😭😭 #kunikida serving the country while dazai's serving cunt😔 #dazai was born to malewife but forced to manipulate and i think that's the greatest tragedy of bsd #anyway some facts i would like to share abt this au thay i came up w while drawing!! #takes place in 1939 (start of wwii) and there was a mandatory draft that required one male over eighteen from each house to serve #both of them are still twenty two and had been engaged for abt two years before getting married that year #newlyweds! unfortunately kuni had to go fight and they were seperated :( #before the war kunikida was a math teacher at the local high school and dazai obviously managed the household and didn't work #he's hopeless at cooking and meal prep even w recipie books so they either get those prepackaged meals or kuni makes dinner when he gets ba #so like when he's making lunch for kunikida he normally just packs a basic sandwich w raw fruit #kunikida always appreciates the effort even tho hes probably sick of having the same thing everyday but he won't complain abt it #when kunikida joined the army he was relieved that the mess hall had better food than dazai #he was the only one in his platoon that never complained abt the food so his fellow soldiers assumed it was bc he came from a tough bg #when in reality he was just used to being poisoned on a daily basis from his dumbass husbands cooking and was hardly fazed from army ration #they write to each other although its more dazai sending and kuni receiving bc hes off fighting and doesnt have time to write back #dazai talks abt life on the homefront and how he has to grow a victory garden (everything is DYING HE CANT EVEN RAISE TOMATOES) #and kuni writes abt his fellow soldiers and how the war is going and when he thinks he'll be home and how he misses sleeping in a bed #ANYWAY yea thought i'd share sry for infodumping in the tags again #this post is for like the four ppl that care abt this specific flavor of knkdz so hopefully this gets four notes at least #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #kunikidazai #knkdz #lotus draws #bro sry for posting at two in the morning i couldnt sleep until i got this out of my head they have infested my brain

[moon-mirage]

Finally, by VERY popular demand, Peeta carrying Katniss while kissing:

#the hunger games #thg #peeta mellark #everlark #katniss everdeen #i think the colour scheme works nicely #as for the clothes i like the idea that they repurpose capitol clothing #so that's where the little decorations come from #so they have their normal stuff but also won't let go the more fancy stuff go to waste #i hope the anons see it because those asks came in quite some time ago 😅 #my fanart

[vonlipvig]

no idea where these came from, but letterboxd has comic book posters up for the new black mirror episodes!

edit: the artwork is by butcher billy!

#black mirror #joan is awful #loch henry #beyond the sea #mazey day #demon 79 #black mirror spoilers #nooo idea where these came from cause i cant even find them on google so have a shitty screencap #but yeah this is more like it!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian eats a watermelon. Yep!

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #nothing out of the ordinary here. Just good fandom fun #Watermelon discourse has been going on and I want to let people know where I stand. #This came about because I wanted to experiment with translating the (traditional) PD-MDZS style to a digital format #and while sitting there thinking of what to draw...my inspiration came to me. #This is the equivalent of sneaking vegetables into the spaghetti sauce but its important to get your gotdamn veggies #I'm not very good at organizing my thoughts (evidence: the tags of every post on this blog). #but please do not look away from this moment in history. One person cannot solve it and no one expects you to. #Even if it is just spending time doing some research on the situation and history. Or boosting posts that are more articulate #Any action helps! ANY action! Everyone has a different level of capacity for this and that's okay. Anything is fine. Dont let it be nothing #Anyhow. did I like doing this digitally? Yes but its mixed. It was faster but also spark the same joy I usually get while drawing #I will have to get over it very quickly though. You will all see why in a few days

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc prompt #man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two #bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives #or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another #this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b #i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode #danny is the first son #tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand #Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it #Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to #them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad. #oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores #out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant #distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for #safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a #fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap #most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than #sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said #'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you' #danny doesn't know he's batman btw #starry rambles. #was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if #anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it #and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Terry I love you. You are so weird. WHY do you have a sword????

#vampire sword that literally sucks the elements from elemental attacks. giving terry the cool fucking dnd sword he deserves #btw the scar on his eyebrow is where the bullet came out. the hair there Isn’t gone but its gray forever #it’ll blend in with the rest of his hair thats already going SUUUper gray. god save this man get him antidepressants #changed his design after some feedback. this is the one ill be using from now on #I’m sorry for any discomfort i might have caused with my past design. #terry jr stampler #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #digital art #digital drawing #my artwork #fanart #dungeons & daddies #dndaddies #btw if its not clear. the elemental versions of the swords in order are fire lighting cold thunder and acid #lark oak #sparrow oak #scary marlowe #dont go and Learn more about bullying at your local library its a trap #terry jr #terry junior

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

#letterstoear #nui #twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #twst grim #mod posting #okay but i love squishing the bears with my thumb; they just have the right thickness to be pressed on #i really like the flower stickers; they look like romantically artistic wax seal #the letters are pleasantly nice #i love the part where cheka personally request for an audience with yuu thru sebek 🥺🥺🥹🥹 too cute hnggh ....... #sebek becoming our little mailman for our little invitation aw 🥹 for those who wanna know the context of the letter; #i requested a letter from sebek that he sent home while he was away accompanying malleus on other country duty #my other favorite part is just him simply opening the letter with 'My love' #i'm sealed 🥹 the first paragraph is written so sweetly #i enjoy reading the letter slowly outside in peaceful afternoon today; i ran it through together with sebek nui #this will be my treasured keepsake from now on 🥹; it seriously made me miss letters and wish i have someone to send this kind of letter to #it was a bit funny how the envelope sebek's letter came from is sticked with the guys from free! sticker fhsdsh 🤣😂 #and me with the white haired guy like WHo are u?? fsjdsdjsd (´つヮ⊂); but it's a really nice service #the thank you letter came with such a cute and yummy folding paper; thank you for the stickers too #i feel like there's a bit whoopsie on grim's winky eye fshfh like i think the sharpie just blurs the separating space '<' supposed to have #and just combine it all together into one angry eye; and sebek bear's eyes are just a little bigger than i expected it to be #but the more i look at them i think they are just having a little individuality & still cute #i embraced it all together while knowing the fact none of handmade thing would always be the same one with the other; hehe sebek nui has fr #i kinda forget that there's this kind of clip earring fshd; because i always get the ones that work like screw from aliexpress #i know that the literal clip one would just be literal meaning of pain fsh; just like the magnet one my father once got me when i was a kid #it was painful but pretty; tho i lost it quickly bcs magnet easily get loosed once one part of it moves around when u touch ur hair or face #anyhow i had a pleasant day because of this; thank you very much ! sebek nui said 'thank you' too! ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ❀ ✿ 𖤣…

[queen-of-obsessing]

once merlin and arthur get married, they slowly implement three rules in their marriage. Three little rules that neither of them refuse to budge on, secret codes that only the other understands.

The first is Arthur’s. “A coin for your thoughts.” He implements it pretty early on when they had a fight over a lie Merlin told, and Arthur admits that he hates when people don’t tell him the truth, and that he can’t stand the idea of Merlin being dishonest with him - as he was all those years when he kept his magic secret. So they make an agreement, every night, when they’re lying in bed, Arthur will ask “a coin for your thoughts?” and his husband will have to tell him some truth. Regardless of its importance, good or ill, it has to be he truth. Sometimes he’ll whisper it, and Merlin would simply say “I love you” or “I have magic” and that would be enough. Sometimes he’ll tell him a joke he heard or an observation he made. But it’s always the truth. 

The second is Merlin’s. “10-year card.” Added a little after the first, when Merlin had gone on a dangerous mission and returned exhausted, only to return to his chambers to find a mess of papers that still hadn’t been cleared up, and his manservant Freddie already gone home. “10 year card?” Merlin had laughed. He said it lightheartedly to Arthur, a reference to all those years he was his servant. But his husband took it seriously, clearing all the papers, and what was meant to be a joke about payback slowly took on a life of its own. Could you do this for me? I need your help. When their daughter is a newborn, Merlin sunk to the floor, more exhausted then he ever felt in his life. “10 year card?’’ he had whispered, and Arthur scooped him in his arms and tucked him into bed, and looked after their daughter all night while he slept. 

And the third? “Merlin’s got his shirt off.” Merlin rarely ever takes his shirt off, unlike all the other knights and Arthur who run around topless all the time. But once, many years ago, before marriage was even an idea for them, Merlin wanted to initiate sex with Arthur, so Gwaine - the love and romance expert that he is - suggested he take his tunic off in front of him, slowly and seductively, of course. And after it worked like a charm, Merlin taking his tunic off slowly became code. He will walk in shirtless into their chambers, and Arthur will ditch his paperwork, rushing to his side. Even the knights are in on it (except Leon, he refuses to partake in this tomfoolery). Gwaine will pass Arthur in the training field and yell “Merlin’s got his shirt off!” if only to laugh at the way Arthur drops everything and runs. 

#merthur #fanfic #imagines #married merthur #merthur baby #I HAVE MORE WHERE THESE CAME FROM #i will finish this fic soon #happy au #queue sides of the same coin