i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
Works like the dream catcher and splits him into Fenton and Phantom. Both have a concurring existential crisis at the revelation.
If someone used a resurrection spell on Danny as Phantom would it
a) force a transformation
b) not work at all
For @hermesserpent-stuff DTIYS! Thank you for being an awesome writer sharing your gifts with the world, a fantastic artist that helps bring their stories to life, and good friend. Click for better quality.
*Mutual reblogs something you posted*
Me: They still like me. Thank God.
What a year this week has been.
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS!
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ESSAYS!
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR PRESENTATIONS!
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINAL PROJECTS!
GOOD LUCK!!! YOU’VE MADE IT THIS FAR!!
and a gentle reminder to take breaks, and get a snack and some water. Don’t forget to take a moment to breathe.
and if you can, try to do something nice for yourself after its all over. No matter how it turns out, you struggled and you survived so you deserve something nice :)
Welcome to the Big Hamster renaissance! 🐹✨ exploring this idea again
Since they're black bears, you go on the offensive. Big, loud, and threatening. Scare them away. If it was an Eight Brown Fucking Bears opening, you go on the defensive. Play dead. Minimal moves. They smell fear. If they were white bears, you have the bishops make peace with their gods and send forth your people as sacrifices in hopes that they will sate its hunger before it reaches you.
I'm still pretty new to chess, can anyone tell me what I'm supposed to do if my opponent plays the Eight Fucking Bears opening? I'm really having trouble.
I love whump writers cuz for most ppl, they have an idea they share with you and it's like, a fun little romcom or a mystery or whatever with characters getting together.
But then whump writers come to you with the biggest smile on their face excitedly telling you how long it takes a character to bleed out and that they've written about vivisection
Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!
Smuggle? The only reason Clark would have to smuggle Danny in is if he doesn't want Bats' competition for adoption.
Black hair blue eyes? Strong sense of justice? Extreme willingness to help others even at his own detriment? Batman can try to make that argument, but then Clark points our he has all of those things, plus 'finders keepers'.
Clark would not be punished for helping.
Danny can't recall many fond memories of his childhood, but ones he did remember often included their summer trips to his Aunt Alicia's in the countryside where he and Jazz would play in the woods just outside the Kent family's farm. The Kent's were a wonderful family who took his parents' ghost talks in stride, and they were always kind to him and Jazz. Danny loved when Clark and his wife Lois were in town while they visited. They always had really cool stories on account of them being journalists. And if Danny seemed to notice that Clark tended to treat everything like it was glass, or that he seemed to hear things way better than he should... well, Danny wasn't going to say anything about it.
It was about a year after Danny's accident that the Fenton family made a trip back out to Alicia's. Clark happened to be in town; he heard the Fentons were coming. He'd heard shouting coming from Alicia's, but had initially thought nothing of it. The Fentons were a loud family, always getting into some sort of trouble. Then he heard the sound of their weapons firing; a little weirder, but still normal for Jack and Maddie. And then he heard a cry for help... that's when he found Danny stumbling through their fields, covered in dirt and blood and green, glowing goop. He had a gash in his side that he gripped at in pain, and his eyes burned a toxic green in his determination to get to the farmhouse. He clung to Clark as soon as he was close enough.
"Please help me," he whimpered through ground teeth. "My parents are hunting me, please you have to help me!" Probably a meta, he thought, angry that Jack and Maddie could do something like this to their own son, meta or not. With gentle hands, Clark lifted the child he'd known since he was a baby and got him to the safest place he could think of for medical attention. It was time to smuggle a child into the Batcave.
OR
Clark has known Danny his whole life, and when an identity reveal goes sideways in the countryside, Batman helps Clark adopt Danny.
Yo! I'm Lira, she/her, LiraBuswavi on Ao3, and I'm just here to have a good time. The header is fanart I received for a fanfic I wrote! Check out @doodlesforfics, they're an amazing artist.
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