At a gala:
Some Old Lady, pinching Tim’s cheeks: “Aren’t you the sweetest?”
Tim: “No ma’am, I am a horrible little gremlin child.”
Old Lady: “Oh my.”
Vlad’s outfit looks the way it does because he finally “died” after the slow process of his ecto acne while dressed up for halloween.
Danny sends Vlad a Christmas/Hanukah present every year. It’s a box of fruit loops.
Danny Phantom, but Vlad is just a mildly annoying rich guy that Danny likes to mess with and no one ever believes Vlad that a ghost/Danny is messing with him.
If my body is made of cells, does that make me a prison for very tiny criminals?
I was talking with a friend about all the absolutely raw quotes on Tumblr and the random places they come from, like that one post with the mushrooms that says “you can’t kill me in any way that matters”. This brought up the philosophical discussions that turn into nonsense and back again yet keep making some semblance of sense the whole time so you love it and you hate it, the silly things that turn deep and philosophical, and the logical/illogical logic chains that refer to or resemble Diogenes’ “behold a man” moment.
Anyway, Tumblr is the lunatic’s philosophy sandbox.
Little Baby Man Danny I decided to draw at 1am instead of sleeping
During her travels, Dani becomes a spirit guide to the afterlife for the ghosts and/or souls of lost, abandoned, and homeless children.
Feel free to write your own takes on this prompt or to continue from my take here!
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Dani had seen and experienced a lot of things in her travels. Some were fun and interesting, like visiting the world’s largest corn maze, exploring New York, or learning from that one street performer in Reno. Others… not so much.
There were plenty of periods of monotonous travel, doing/acquiring the basic requirements for human life, and general interaction with people who’ll forget you the moment you’re out of sight. Ellie had done some busking, even some stealing— but, hey, a girl’s got to eat, and ghost powers meant she didn’t get caught.
She didn’t tell Template everything. Dani didn’t want him to lecture her, or worse, to worry. She didn’t want to be a burden. He worried enough when it was just about her being homeless or about her dubious health, and that was without everything else on his plate.
So… when she escaped another kidnapping, didn’t get enough food for the week, survived her first gang shootout, she just… didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like he needed to know. And when Ellie ran into other kids in similar situations… well.
Dani helped them when she could, but sometimes it was just too late. And, well, someone had to make sure they got to the afterlife okay.
Like a vampire, Vlad has to be invited into a dwelling or he cannot enter. Whether invited as himself or while overshadowing someone, he will be welcome to enter anytime until explicitly told, to his face, that he is no longer welcome by someone who lives in/has a claim to the dwelling, or regardless of his knowledge if the owner of the dwelling themself revokes his welcome. He won’t be compelled to leave if currently in the dwelling, but will not be able to enter again after leaving unless re-invited.
Danny constantly tells Vlad he is not welcome, but since Jack keeps inviting/welcoming him right back into their home, it does practically squat.
I really wish there were more good fics, especially long ones, about Klarion, or at least where he’s more than a throwaway character/villain.
Is anyone else just constantly delighted by descriptions of or references to John Constantine as a sad trench coat man?
“Why does Harry have to be a Parselmouth? Maybe all the snakes are just Pottermouths.”
- Fred or George probably