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13thdoodle · 11 months
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Phantasy AU fight scene animatic
Hi I didn't have time to draw sth new for Dannymay, so have animatic I did for class~ It's a redo of Danny vs Pariah from my old animatic :3c
(The timing is not accurate to the music but the goal was to improve the scene)
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zrllosyn-art · 1 year
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Valeska (oc)! another comms sample
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kiv1 · 6 months
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@phantasycentral
I ended up doing 2 for this, both being Totoro screen caps😅
My brain is too tired to come up with an actual Totoro au atm,maybe someday
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surelysilly · 6 months
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i remember.... i remember, your name is--
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redactedgoose · 6 months
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Here's my piece for the first day of Phantasy Phest- Fantasy Eldritch AU @phantasycentral
Danny stares up at the building. It's nondescript, just some random office building in Chicago.
Or, so one would think.
He takes the last few steps to the door, raises his hand, and knocks.
Truth be told, some random, nondescript office building in uptown Chicago wasn't exactly what he was imagining when he agreed to go to the Conclave.
He sticks his hands in his pockets and stares up at the door, waiting to be let in.
Becoming the King of Ghosts wasn't something that he had planned on. Finish middle school, go to high school, go to college for something STEM related and get his master's degree or go to one of the NASA pilot schools, and be an astronaut. That had been the plan.
And then... zap, and ghosts were real and also his problem.
Danny sighs and knocks again.
"You know, if you don't let me in I'll just phase through the door," he calls.
He's in his human form right now, which is probably why they're ignoring him. Though, it is his first time at the Conclave, and the first time a ghost has been to one in a very long time.
The door opens soundlessly; no one stands there. Alright, he can appreciate the creepy aesthetic.
He strides in through the door, head held high. As he crosses the boundary, he lets his transformation wash over him. His steps lighten as his hair does, gravity and color both bleeding from him. The faint chill and weight of his crown settles over his head and his shoulders become just a tad bit heavier as his cloak manifests out of the aether, the fabric-but-not flaring out behind him as he walks.
The inside of the building is nothing like the outside. The plain, ordinary facade outside is carried over for about seven or eight steps before he comes upon a shimmering barrier. Stepping through it feels like walking through a cool mist, faint popping spreading over his skin from the magic in it.
Past that point, the interior design matches up better to his imagination of the locale of the Conclave. It looks like the inside of an old castle, the dingy grey linoleum switching to a warm, wooden floor covered in a blood red carpet. The walls are stone instead of the off-white painted drywall, stretching high up to thick, wooden beams that bracket the tall, arched ceiling. Torches are positioned at regular intervals on the walls, burning with a pale purple flame; heavy and dark metal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, that same pale purple flame burning there instead of any candles.
He continues to walk down the red carpet—ha—to the massive, sweeping staircase at the end of the hall. The thing is made out of what looks like the same stone as the walls and the carpet continues up the stairs to the large, arched double doors.
Honestly, if it wasn't for his innate sense of space, he'd think that the magic barrier was a teleportation spell. As it was, it was only thanks to just that that he knew this was a sort of pocket dimension. He was in the same general area relative to where the building was, but slightly... to the left? Tilted. A little liminal, which he liked. He wasn't too familiar with the living's magic, but even he could tell that this was an impressive feat.
Danny finishes his ascent, finally standing in front of the double doors. They're similar to the chandeliers in that they're made out of that same dark metal. It couldn't be iron, though.
He opens the doors with a push of his telekinesis and strides through. A massive, circular table seating eleven greets him, the marble covered by a black runner and topped with more of those silver light candles in an intricate candle holder.
"Hello," he greets the assorted eleven mildly. "You have me at a disadvantage. My name is Danny Phantom. You all are...?"
Oh, some of them bristle at that. He can taste their irritation and incredulity. If he came back to another Conclave, they'd get to know very fast that he wasn't one to be respectful unless it was earned. Yes, these people were the rulers of their respective species. No, Danny didn't give a shit.
Surprisingly, one's threshold for respect and the like tended to shift after getting into fistfights with gods at the tender age of fourteen.
The woman at the head of the table speaks up first, raising her chin. "I am Queen Adelaide of the Witches. We tend to the this hall that hosts the Conclave, and bid you welcome to our table."
Her purple eyes flick over to look to the man next to her. He's thin-boned and almost waifish, reminding Danny of a hummingbird. His ears are also long and come to a point, but the feathers that sprout from his brows and wrap around his temples to mix into his hair strike out elf.
"I am King Ashok of the Avians."
Danny inclines his head to him. Just as before, though, the next person starts to talk almost immediately afterwards. He's tall, even sitting, with broad shoulders. His face is long, and his thick, bushy sideburns stretch down to his chin.
"King Bedwyr of the Werecreatures. I represent all the Were tribes."
It makes sense, since his eyes are also an inhuman amber gold. A werewolf, perhaps? Or a werebear? Danny dips his head once more. He's not too well-versed in were politics, since the Dead tribes are fiercely independent and territorial. Wulf was a bit of an outlier in that regard.
"Welcome, Phantom," the next woman says with a smile. It's sharp, though, and the lack of a title before his name is quite telling. "I am Myrto, Queen of the Sirens."
Ahh, alright.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he returns, just as mildly as his greeting. "I've always enjoyed talking with Queen Peisinoe when visiting her domain in the Realms. She's told me many stories about her time amongst the living. She and Lady Pandora are some of my dearest friends."
It becomes a little difficult to hold onto his mild smile as her eyes widen slightly and her face twists like she's bitten into a lemon, though.
He might be young, but he's been dealing with ghost politics for a while now. He can recognize the snub and return fire just as well as any of these people.
Peisinoe had told him how bratty the current Siren Queen was, though, so he's not too surprised.
"'ello!" The next woman, a chubby and red-cheeked lady with long, brown hair and a fur coat smiles at him. "I'm the Queen of the Selkies. Just call me Boann, though, King Phantom."
"Call me Danny, then," he returns, smile growing and morphing into something a little more genuine.
"I am King Celal of the mer. I represent all from under the water. It is a pleasure to meet the keeper of the Below Deeps."
Right. In the mers' religion, that's their afterlife. It's a pretty cool area, even if Danny doesn't often go. He makes the water too cold for some of the people living there.
"Well met, King Phantom." The next man looks similar to King [Avian], but without the feathers and with longer ears. His hair's long and thin and his skin is almost unhealthily pale. "I am the Erlkönig, the Elf King. You may call me Eadric."
"Well met."
"I'm Enitan, King Under the Mountains. Nice to meet ya!" The dwarf king is taller than Danny would've imagined, but the impressive, braided strawberry blond beard he's sporting fits right in.
The next person starts to talk even as Danny's still nodding at the Dwarf King.
"I am Verner, King of the Dragons." The man's eyes are like liquid gold and slitted like a cat's. Faint golden scales trail across his pronounced cheekbones up to and across his forehead, though it's harder to see them there thanks to the King's blond bangs.
"I am Doroteia, Queen of the Nymphs," the final woman says. She wouldn't look out of place in the Realms with her green skin and plant matter hair, vines and leaves cascading down her back.
"And finally, I am Ciprian, King of the Vampires." The last man says. He sits next to the Witch Queen, on the side opposite to the Avian King. They almost look like siblings, with the same pale skin—though Adelaide's was paler—and long dark hair. The only other distinguishing mark between them was the Vampire King's blood red eyes and more angular features.
"Thank you all for the welcome," Danny says, nodding to everyone in general.
He floats forward from the doors to the table, not putting on the pretense of walking. There's one open space there, but no chair.
Danny stops a short distance from the table. The others' chairs look standard and not like they'd brought or made them, so it wasn't a test of any kind.
Hm. Well...
"Queen Adelaide, you bid me welcome to your table. Was that merely a platitude?" He asks, perfectly and unnaturally still.
Tsk, tsk. Offering hospitality and then not being hospitable was quite the dangerous business—she of all people would know, keeping an elf in her council.
"Phantom," Adelaide starts, a pretty smile gracing her face despite the snub she just dealt, "You are the first of your kind in centuries to grace our halls. Please forgive us, of course, for being..." she trails off slightly, a tilting head cascading dark hair off her shoulder. "Hesitant."
"Oh?" Danny fishes.
"You wear an oversized crown, child," Verner butts in, chin high and draconic pride very clearly showing through. "More to that, you look human. What proof is there that you are whom you say you are?"
Ah. Ah.
Danny takes a breath. Then, he... relaxes. The boundaries between living and dead, thin that they already are in him, dissolve down to the merest atom, a whisper of a breath on knife's edge. Power whips about him with enough force to tousle his hair and toss the ends of his cloak about even as it shifts, lengthens, the night sky growing from his shoulders. His form unspools from his remnants of mortality, growing and bathing the space in him. Nebulae dance around the edges of the room, a starlight glow emanating from his form. The chill of deep space is contained easily enough, massing with the inexorable pull of gravity that makes up the dark of his chest and limbs. His crown floats over his head, burning the cold blue of ice planets, spikes of the stuff climbing in delicate spires. Small satellites orbit his crown—four of them, all different colors.
For all that Danny was starstuff, his eyes always were of the Realms. Green, green like the air and the earth and the everything that made up the Realms. Pure ectoplasmic green burns in his eyes, bright enough to be supernovae in their own right.
"Is this what you imagined? Am I properly monstrous now?" Danny asks, voice echoing throughout the room. He watches the Were King's fur raise, the Avian King's feathers ruffle. "I maintain a visage of humanity by my own liking, but I am so much more than just that."
He lets his form drift just a little more, his chest and arms whisping out like his legs until he's more or less a star-studded amorphous mass with a head on top. Even that, though, is... Other. His mouth is too large, he knows, and his eyes too deep and too many, all contained within his sockets, irises many and varied as stars in the sky.
His crown burns cold over his head, hanging in the air.
"I am the Shield of the After, Protector of the Beyond. I am the One Between, the Balance, the Shepard, and the Guiding Star. The Tyrant-Killer. Deathless and Lifeless. I am the High King of the Infinite Realms."
As much as he had raged against taking the crown—all he was trying to do was protect his town, after all—he couldn't help but admit to himself that he... kinda liked it. Not the power, of course. That he could do without. All that paperwork? The bowing and scraping? Nah.
But the fact that he was able to do these things, to be these things... to help the dead as much as the living... it soothed something in him, fulfilled him in a way that being the protector of Amity did.
"I accepted the invitation to this Conclave with the hope of improving relations between the Living and the Dead. I did not come to be ridiculed and doubted, especially by mere mortals such as yourselves."
He can see the various Rulers' breaths misting in the air, the temperature dropping father by the second. Space was cold, after all. Danny very graciously doesn't allow the oxygen and atmosphere to vacate as it would in actual space.
Mostly.
He doesn't want to kill them, after all, just... give them a little scare.
The edges of the room waver, the witches' spellwork trembling under his presence. He extends what may have once been a hand but now resembled more of a tendril, or perhaps a bit of a galactic swirl, towards the nearest surface.
It happens to be the table.
It takes laughably little energy to shore up the witches' spellwork, the space growing more defined in an instant.
Pettily, he also adds a chair to the weave. It's just barely bigger than the others' chairs, made from ice and upholstered in neon green fabric.
He positions his form above the chair and beings the annoying process of reeling himself back into something manageable and humanoid, gravity increasing and compounding until the black of his body folds onto itself, defined edges forming once more. He reels the stars back into himself, tucking plenty inside his cloak. The chill, however, doesn't completely disappear.
Danny's head is the last thing to come back to normal, growing smaller and less mindbendingly awful and settling in its proper position on his neck. His eyes don't quite go back to normal either, though. He keeps the depth and the multiplicity, since he's been complimented on their fear-inducing properties many a time.
"Now, may we begin?" Danny asks politely, voice merely ethereal instead of booming and all-encompassing.
Pale, the Witch Queen just nods.
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"So, how was it?" Sam asks him later, fastballing a chocolate chip muffin directly at his forehead as he walks in through the door.
"Did the vampires sparkle?" Tucker yells his question from further into their shared home.
Danny snorts, snatching the muffin from where he'd instinctively made it bob in the air, held inches away from his skin. "The vampire didn't sparkle, Tuck. And it was pretty fun! I got to go full abomination!"
"Hell yeah." Sam holds her hand up and he returns the high five. "Whatever they did, they deserved it."
Danny laughs as he drops onto their couch. "Yeah, they're not going to make that mistake again any time soon."
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zeohieks · 11 months
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this is my first time doing something like this so to say that im abit nervous is an understatement lmao
anyway here's my take on the fantasy prompt?? idk if it looks like danny but i did the sketch at 7 in the morning :T
pinterest is a life saver for outfits omg (why are clothing wrinkles so annoying 😿)
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new-revenant · 2 years
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Phantasy Phest Day 4 - Crossover with a Fantasy Franchise
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Ehh DP x TOH comes back with a steel chair! Only day that doesn’t have to do with my magic!au. Anyways, I don’t have much to say(lies) other than the fact that the only one who would recognize Phantom as Danny would be King for reasons. Oh, and Phantom would masquerade as definitely being a witch, and his whole shtick is that he has the illusion power of inverting the colors of people’s clothes and hair and stuff. Idk, it’s just a power that I would love for Danny to have, so why not shove it into this crossover? Little story beats or something under the cut.
Okay, so Danny would basically get jailed by the Emperor’s Coven and be brought to Belos. Belos would recognize the Fenton-Nightgale name and ask if Danny had any intentions and any ways to hunt witches. Danny swears that he would never do such a thing, making an offhand comment about Blood Blossoms. Belos inquires more about it before Danny says that his parents are ghost hunters. Belos tells Danny that a good way to wash away his parents’/ancestors’ sins is to aid him. Belos is able to somewhat get on Danny’s good side by this and further manipulation, and Danny’s ghostly secret is eventually found out. Belos is just barely genuinely sympathetic to his situation-I’m not sure how to fully explain it but it’s fine-and uses it to his goal.
Belos makes Danny go disguise himself a witch in his Phantom form to make Luz get on his side or something and eventually he re-befriends Luz and the gang. And Danny’s identity gets uncovered by King and the gang putting things together, and Danny briefly freaks out and almost destroys Hexside. Man’s powerful okay? And then Danny helps them out with taking out Belos and yada yada plot stuff I haven’t thought this far.
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dpfantasyzine · 1 year
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If you make fantasy content for DP please submit posts or tag me. I’ll queue any and all phantasy fanart/fanfic/au ideas/whatever.
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seelenvogel · 1 year
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Der Gedanke meine Frau betrügt mich mach mich heiß
Dann ein Typ, der immer die Phantasie hat, dass seine langjährige Lebensgefährtin ihn betrügt. Das läuft denn so ab: Ich soll ihn quasi anrufen und ihm als gute Freundin der beiden erzählen, dass ich seine Petra gesehen habe. Zufällig in der alten Kaserne. Jetzt wo die Amerikaner weg sind, wird diese für vielfältige Dinge des Kulturellen Lebens umgestalten. Sehr viele Künstler haben sich dort etabliert und kleine Cafes und Bistros.
Da ich eben auch einen Tanzkurs mache bin ich dort gewesen.
„Und da konnte ich sehen, nein, zuerst habe ich sie gehört, dieses Lachen, von Petra, dieses ganz bestimmte lachen, Du weißt welches ich meine Rainer.“
„Ja aber... Was hat sie da gemacht Iris? Mir hat sie einen Zettel hingelegt, sie gibt der kleinen Sophie in der Schule Nachhilfeunterricht“, sagt er ganz
verstört.
„Nun ich...“ Ich zögere etwas, dann gebe ich mir einen Ruck und sage: „Ich bin dann näher an die Tür gegangen wo das Lachen herkam. Die Tür stand einen Spalt offen und da sehe ich Petra auf einem Tisch liegen die Beine gespreizt... Oh nein, ich kann Dir das nicht erzählen Rainer.“
Will ich das Gespräch abbrechen. Er dann: „Erzähl es mir ruhig, ich muss doch wissen, was los ist, sie ist die letzte Zeit schon so anderes gewesen. Was, Iris, hat sie dort gemacht?“
Ich räuspere mich und hole dann tief Luft. „Du willst es wirklich wissen, was deine Petra da so gemacht hat?“
„Ja“, sagt er. „Das will ich wissen, sag es mir Iris.“
Ich dann: „Gut, also deine Petra lässt sich da von gut gebauten schwarzen Männern ficken.“
„Meine Petra?“, fragte er fassungslos nach.
„Ja, deine Petra“, sage ich. „Und sie konnte nicht genug bekommen. Alle drei Löcher hat sie gestopft bekommen.“
„Alle drei...“ Seine Stimme vibrierte. „Aber das kann nicht sein, Anal lässt Petra nicht zu. Du musst dich versehen haben.“
„Hab ich nicht. Sie hat ihren Arsch schön hochgehalten und dabei gelacht und gesagt: Komm, steck mir deinen großen Prügel tief rein. Ich werde es genießen. Meinen Mann lasse ich da nicht rein. Der darf mich nicht anal
ficken. Sie hat wieder gelacht und gemeint, dein Schwanz würde sie nicht im geringsten so beglücken wie diese schwarzen großen Schwänze. Du hättest es sehen sollen, Petras weiße Haut und die schwarzen Hände wie Schattenmänner die sie unentwegt nahmen und sie, sie ist so was von gekommen. Nass war sie, ganz nass...“
Er dann: „Das glaube ich alles nicht, meine Petra… nein.“
„Doch“, sage ich. „Deine Petra hat es sich richtig besorgen lassen.“
„Meine Petra“, stöhnt er dann tief auf. „Meine Petra lässt sich von schwarzen Männern ficken...“
Jetzt ist sein Kommen angesagt und mein Ohr tut dann recht weh, weil er ist ziemlich laut dabei. „Danke Iris, das muss ich erst mal verdauen.“
Mir ein Rätsel warum so viele Männer tatsächlich immer wieder daraus aus sind, dass ihre Frauen von schwarzen Männern gefickt werden sollen.
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Sonja Berner
TABU- ZONE TELEFONSEX - Die Zweisamkeit am Telefon
ISBN: 9783746713717
Format: Taschenbuch
Seiten: 280
12,00 €
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13thdoodle · 6 months
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[ Ectoberhaunt2023 Day 3 : White Crow ]
Some more Fantasy AU vibe for @ectoberhaunt What if the trio are shapeshifters and can change into animals?
Danny into a white crow, Sam into a black cat, and Tucker a werewolf
I wanted to draw a companion drawing for this but I don't have the time to 😔😭
BUFF UP SAM LET'S GOOOOOOOO
I meant for this to be a quick doodle but that didn't worked out bc I do need the colours to tell that she's Sam 😭
Continuing her design from the banner bc I think she's p neat uwu I think about it more and aside from magic related tattoos, she would definitely have flower bouquets tattoos all over her body
And idk if it's visible but Danny the crow has a necklace with tiny purple and yellow rings for both Sam and Tucker :3c
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If the crow looks awkward, I literally traced it from a photo I'm trying 😭
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aterfish · 4 years
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@13thdoodle I love your DP Phantasy AU so I had to draw my boi in armor AND a hood
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surelysilly · 6 months
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pov: you are not immune to the Ghibli propaganda
09/28: studio ghibli for @phantasycentral !
bonus:
Sam, to Tucker: why is your fire green Tucker, red-green color blind: why is my fire, what Danny: >:)
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zrllosyn-art · 3 years
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DP phantasy au, but clockwork this time!
A? messenger? follower? of the god of fate. Here to uphold order and prevent the use of time magic
Valeska uses time magic.Gets dragged before clockwork’s god, and kind of. talks her way out of it. Clockwork is forever mad about it. (theyre basically frenemies)
one again this is KC’s au im just fuckin around with it
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13threbagel · 4 years
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Yo Imma dummy and fell in love with your DP Phantasy AU and am brimming with questions. How does Val’s suit work here? What’s Vlad’s situation here? How does partial resurrection work? Like I said, brimming with questions, expect a flood later.
*slams my hands on the table* HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR LIKING THIS DUM AU IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY IM AKSNDAKSADKJ Im so glad you like this tho i really do qwq <3 <3 <3
Anyway umm be ready for a long answer because BOI I do have a lot to talk
because I did type a lot on the original description and then tmblr goes upload error on me so i lost all that so  YEAH i hope u dont mind the long post
Feel free to send more questions tho im always down to talk :DD
So Vlad thing, I havent given that one much thought yet. But this is fantasy AU so he can now finally be the brooding-alone--in-his-oversized-castle vampire that he is
Valerie would be a rogue mercenary / bounty hunter (coz Red Huntress lol). I haven’t thought up how her S2 suit yet but she probably has a cursed gem on her glove or bracelet that slowly corrupts her. Maybe it could turn into armor like Trollhunter style that be neat :3c
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NOW! The Ressurection thing!
disclaimer : im makni this with my very limited idea of dnd n game stuff so please do tell if its too far off??
But yeah, for this think of HP as your body hit point, and MP as your magic consist in your soul. When the portal open up on him, it needs something to anchor itself to both realm. The portal use Danny as said anchor and seperate his soul from the body, using the body to anchor to living world, and the soul to the ghost/dead realm. Should either of it got destroyed or killed, the portal would be closed.
Danny’s soul turned into a Lich, and his body is.. well it’s just there i guess. It’s alive techncially (thanks to sam’s ressurection attempt) but it doesn’t have a soul anymore. As a lich you can’t just.. get merge back into your old body. I mean you can possess it but that’s just not the same. Also because of the whole being turned into a lich, his body is basically his horcrux, which is an item lich use to store life force/soul. It what makes Lich almost immortal?? so long the item is not broken. maybe not immortal but you get the gist, it’s like voldie’s horcruxes basically, except he only got one
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So now we have a) portal use both danny soul and body as anchor; b) danny’s body is his horcrux; c) if his body or soul is destroyed, the portal closes; and d) if danny’s body died, his lich form is no longer immortal
Sooo, in DnD there’s a system? In which if your health hits 0, you don’t immidiately die. You basically passed out, and then you have to do roll dices to wake up again. But if you got hit again in the 0 HP state, then you die for good.
I’m basically playing around this. If Danny’s HP hits 0, technically speaking he ded. Not full dead yet, but no more life energy in there to fuel/anchor the portal anymore, basically closing the thing completely.
AND it’s dead enough to weaken or alter Danny’s lich status to.. not.. complete undead anymore. So maybe MAYBE they can try to merge both the soul and the body back together. By using ressurection to jump start or force the soul to bound back with the body again
So that’s what Danny Sam and Tucker were planning for. More less sth like this :
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why half lich? Because while no longer undead, he’s still technically a Lich sorta so.. partial lich? Also because half lich sounds cool so ye
Hopefully that explains it??
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coffeecakecafe · 3 years
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REWIND for ectober 2020
Based on @13thcat’s Phantasy au! It’s so cool and has Such Fantastic Aesthetic how could I not
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worteundgedanken · 5 years
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Unterleuten: Roman
by Juli Zeh
No-man’s-Disneyland
Ein No-man’s-Disneyland. Ein Freilichtmuseum preußischen Versagens beim Versuch der Wiederaufsiedlung wüst gefallener Ländereien. Friedrich der Große würde sich im Grab umdrehen, wenn er wüsste, wie das Ergebnis seiner aufwändigen Siedlungspolitik aussah, samt Sumpftrockenleckung und Dorfneubau: drei zwölfjährige Mädchen auf Ponys in einer ansonsten ausgestorbenen Landschaft. 
Beziehungsfäden und Gedächtnis
Kron kannte jedes einzelne Gesicht, aber vor allem kannte er das Gesamtwesen. Hätte man die Beziehungsfäden sichtbar machen können, welche zwischen den Anwesenden hin und her liefen, wäre für den Uneingeweihten ein undurchschaubares Knäuel zum Vorschein gekommen. Ein Experte wie Kron hingegen sah ein logisches System, klar strukturiert wie ein Spinnennetz. Verwandtschaft, Bekanntschaft, Nachbarschaft, Freundschaft, Feindschaft. Liebe, Hass, Schuld, Neid, Abhängigkeit. Kron besaß ein gutes Gedächtnis, was eher Strafe als Segen war. Ein gutes Gedächtnis arbeitete als ständiger Protokollant der Ungerechtigkeit. Es machte das Staunen unmöglich und lehrte zu schweigen. Niemand mochte Menschen, die sich alles merkten. Kron, der Chronist. Einer, der sich weigerte zu vergessen, und dafür mit Einsamkeit bezahlte.
Mischung des Lebens
Derlei Blödsinn diente der Unterhaltung. Den meisten Menschen fiel es schwer zu akzeptieren, dass das Leben eine Mischung aus alltäglicher Langeweile und sinnlosen Tragödien war.
Banalität und Phantasie
Was auch immer er sich ausgemalt hatte - die Banalität der Wirklichkeit verspottete die Phantasie.
Frau-Sein
Frau-Sein bedeutete nichts weiter weiter als die Erlaubnis, sich jederzeit für unzuständig zu erklären. Egal, ob es um das Wechseln einer Glühbirne, das Töten eines Tiers oder die Entsorgung eines Querulanten ging. Die Weiber riefen »Kann ich nicht!«, versteckten das Gesicht zwischen den Händen und sehen später wieder hin, um mit Vorwürfen anzufangen, angesichts dessen, was der Mann getan hatte. 
Link: https://www.amazon.de/dp/3442715733/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_U_Yu9zDb7EAXHAA
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