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im the king of "ok what do you want to see me draw. ok cool. i will continue to not draw anything"

Lamb gets a little tipsy °-°

They're such a freak being into eldritch Nari (affectionate)

Prompt idea free to the public: what if Danny was Dick’s dad. As in Danny met John and Mary Grayson and they had a whirlwind romance/love affair and it resulted in Dick being born. (Given Danny’s ghostliness maybe Dick just has three parents.)

Whatever the case Danny ends up gone, dealers choice but I’d go with either Ghost King reasons or for extra angst Danny is injured and forced to retreat to the ghost zone.

Danny returns to the living realm when Dick is [insert age of choice here] to learn of Mary and John’s passing and sets off to find Dick.

Meanwhile Dick is developing some strange new abilities after a recent near death experience… weird since he doesn’t have the meta gene…

freak4freak

DpxDc fun prompt/idea/mini story

During a stormy day, which is not all that rare in Gotham, an earthquake hits.

Now usually this isn’t that big of a problem, buildings in Gotham are meant to last through earthquakes and the power lines are meant to last through the worst of the weathers that hit Gotham shores.

Unfortunately for one Tim Drake Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, the city had suffered substantial damage during the last Arkham breakout three days ago.

Which means that Wayne Tower was thrown into emergency lock down mode to avoid further structural damage and then had the power cut off due to the storm surge outside not one moment later. The backup generators didn’t kick in either due to the earthquake taking them out or due to the fact that they were depleted when the Joker tried to force his way in three days ago.

So Tim was currently locked in a pitch black R&D room with no available source of light.

Not even his phone since Tam confiscated it earlier in the day.

This is made all the worse due to the fact that he was guiding a tour for a graduating class of high schoolers who also don’t have phones cause they were confiscated before he could allow them into this room.

So yeah, dark + locked in + no entertainment = no fun for anyone.

If he had even a little bit of light he could just continue pointing out things or come up with something to do until the problem is fixed but apparently the world hates him.

“Why is it so dark?” A high feminine voice asked, annoyance lacing her voice, “like, doesn’t this place have backup generators?”

“They’re likely out due to the earthquake Ms. Sanchez,” a tired male voice replied (most likely the teacher) before Tim could.

Tim wanted to groan but pushed down the feeling before it could slip out, he was going to have to play his CEO role for longer then he wanted to today.

Tam owed him for this.

“I apologize for this situation,” Tim starts, hoping that this class will continue to remain calm and quiet, “unfortunately since the building went into lockdown we can’t leave the room and with no light I can’t continue the tour. There should be flashlights in this room but there are also multiple dangerous items that shouldn’t be touched as well. So since we have no ability to discern which is which I ask that everyone remain where they are.” He could hear the grumbling of a few students but for the most part it seemed like everyone was listening to him so Tim would count his blessings where he could find them.

“Hey,” a male voice, one that Tim was pretty sure belonged to a big blond teen, “Does anyone have something on them that gives off light?”

Tim was vaguely impressed by how this class just went along with the situation, this is probably one of the calmest and most composed groups he has ever had to deal with.

A chorus of ‘no’ and ‘nopes’ followed as each student went about checking themselves for a light source.

“Wait!” An excited male voice called out startling Tim and, from the sounds of it, quite a few others, “Danny didn’t you eat the two day old leftover lasagna that your mom made for lunch?”

A slap akin to what you’d get if someone slapped themselves on the forehead was loud in the sudden silence of the room, “I can’t believe I forgot about that” someone else, most likely Danny, grumbled.

Tim was so confused by this turn in the conversation and apparently he was the only one.

Several people sounded like they’re trying not to laugh.

“It’s your time to glow Fenturd.”

“I do not understand how you’re still alive after years of eating the food in your house Mr Fenton.”

“I wonder if you count as a biohazard by this point. Do you know how much radiation you give off? Should we be concerned?”

“Shut up Mickey”

“What it’s a valid question?”

“That doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is that we won’t have to be completely bored for however long it takes to get out of this room.”

“Star has a point.”

“Yeah get cracking glow-stick.”

“Oh Ha Ha very funny guys,” Danny responds, “here, hold my jacket Tuck.”

A series of *crack* *crack* *pop* *crack* *pop* followed by a soft green glow that lit up the room came from the now visible guy.

Tim has so many questions.

So so so many questions.

He needs a sample of whatever Danny ate that caused this.

Tam owes him so much for doing this tour.

Trod Bad End doodles from last night + older ones I'm posting so I can delete the files

They're Just Cats

Fun sized and feral

I will probably slow down once I get through my backlog of prompts but for now it's gonna be one a day.

Prompt: Everyone in Amity knows three specific facts about the Fentons:

1. They are the go-to for any/all ghost related issues. For best results try to go youngest to oldest.

2.they are some of, if not the most nice/helpfully people in Amity. 100% everyone of them will help you if needed no questions asked. It will be over the top and maybe a bit cringy but if you need help ghost related or not find a Fenton.

3. They are fucking FERAL if you threaten someone they claimed as theirs. For all the eldest fentons used to claim they hated all ghosts, right from the start they all showed very ghost like tendencies.

Thier neighbors, thier kids, thier town. You don't mess with someone claimed by a Fentons. They may drive you crazy, but if you were claimed by a Fenton, you were one of the safest people in the world.

The level of feral seemed to go based on size. The smaller they were, the more concentrated the feral was.

Danny is the youngest and smallest (ironically, his ghost form grew to be 6'5" where his human half stayed at 5'1")

despite the eldritch effect you get in ghost form his is actually calmer when bigger. It is yet to be seen if it is because he is stronger and does not want to hurt some one or if size does actually effect the concentration of feral.

Jazz is the second youngest but took after her dad and stands at a breath taking 6'4" with a love of heels.

Maddie is two years younger the jack and the second smallest 5'6" (everyone knows she is the more dangerous parent)

Jack it the eldest and tallest standing at 6'9" While he is the arguably the most happy and hardest Fenton to anger he has been know to smash through walls when he gets excited and forgets to use the door.

I have a dp x dc scene for this but it is not done yet. I will post it tomorrow with the tag funsized and feral!

I pity y'all out there doing boxing day shopping. That is a level of crazy I can't handle xD

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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