Chat It’s Not Even Funny Right Now Oh My Gosh I’ve Built Such A HUGE Parasocial Friendship With Someone,

I need everyone to take some notes on this please

Alright ladies, gents, and other friends I have some truth I gotta speak.

If you threaten to bite someone and in response, they were like thicker clothing, or they keep a distance from you when they’re near you or any kind of like measure to stay safe, don’t be surprised.

If you bite someone and they say “hey, you better not do that again”, and then you bite them again. Don’t be shocked if they don’t wanna talk to you anymore, or if they’re keeping distance, you broke a boundary.

On the other side of things if someone says “hey, you better stop doing that or I’m gonna bite you”, and then you keep doing that, and then they bite you, don’t be surprised

If you are breaking a boundary after someone has explicitly told you not to do that, that’s on you and you cannot be mad about it. If you’re mad about it, that’s on you. Like you’re gonna have to suck it up.

It baffles me that people don’t understand this. It’s not difficult if someone’s like taking measures to stay safe or like to keep a boundary or like anything because of something that you’ve done or said, you can’t be mad about it. They have reason to feel this way, and like if you’re pinning this on, “oh they’re such a snowflake. Stop overreacting, blah blah blah”. You’re just an asshole. This isn’t a difficult concept. This is rational. 

I've seen a lot of Danny being Ellie's dad but where is the Pariah Dark adopts this sassy ghost child that beat him in a duel and is now prince because why not adopt the overpowered child. Which leads to the JL fighting Danny for whatever reason and when he calls for help he calls his new dad and oh shit is that the Ghost King

Danny was with Sam and Tucker in the Ghost Zone when three seven-man squads of ghost knights found him. They had found an empty island near the portal that they had made into a makeshift training ground so he could safely practice his powers.

The most recent fights had shown him that he was only winning because of his quick thinking and adaptability that tricked his enemies, but he needed to get better if he ever wanted to prevent an incident like the ones at Axion labs from ever happening again.

He couldn't afford to create another arch-nemesis. Plus his good luck and clever mind could only get him so far if his body couldn't keep up.

He was in the middle of shooting the rays from the various drones Tucker set up when the knights landed on his island. Their metal clacking with each step they took, marching away from their skeleton winged horses.

At once, Danny flew between the ground, feeling more than seeing his friends scrambling for their weapons as he raised his fists.

"Who are you?" He demanded, watching the other squads surround them. Tucker and Sam spun around, each pressing up against his back in a makeshift triangle.

The hum of their ghost guns echoed through the air as the knights continued their marching until they had formed a circle around the three.

I don't like this. Danny thought felt his own ecto-ray heating up in his palms. They look oddly familiar. Where have I seen those armors?

The knights all, simultaneously, dropped to one knee, surprising the three teenagers. They bowed their heads, and even the winged horses followed suit,

"Prince Phantom." The one right in front of Danny said, "We have come as your formal escort to your Father's keep. He demands your presence."

"My Dad?" Danny repeats, voiced, laced with doubt. , "My Dad sent ghosts to escort me home? Do I look stupid to you?"

"It is not your sire, Jack Fenton, I speak of," The Knight explains, voice still respectful even when staring at the ground. Danny can't see his eyes or any of the other knights, as they are hidden in the shadows of their helmets. "I speak of the Ghost King, Pariah Dark, who has chosen you are his Heir. You are summoned to complete the adoption process."

"Yeah, that's going to be a no from me." Danny deadpans, even if his insides have turned to ice. Pariah Dark was resealed, Danny personally made sure of that, so why was this guy speaking as if he was back?

"Apologies, my Prince, but you do not have a choice," declares the other, and almost as if that was a cue of some kind, the other knights rise from their knees. They descend on the trio faster than Danny was expecting.

He ducks and waves as three different fists fly to his face, reaching down to aim an uppercut at the one on his right. It lands with a clack and a sting in his knuckles as the helmets odd shape as some protection to the chin

Shaking out his hand, Danny is not prepared for the kick to his side that sends him flying.

He lands in a heap but is quick to get back to his feet as rope is lassoed around one of his wrists. He gapes at it as another knight, quickly throws on to his other arms and suddenly he's being tugged in two different directions.

Summoning his ice, Danny has it travel down the ropes towards the knights, who drop it just as the ice would have encased their hands. Freed, Danny, leaps back as a flying kick paces mere inches from his face and has to quickly raise his hands to block an ecto-ray to the chest.

"Do not harm the Prince!" The leader barks "Capture the humans, he will go willingly if we have hostages!"

Danny swings his head towards Sam and Tucker, who have been forced up against a wall, shooting desperately at the advancing knights. Their shots are being knocked away by flowing swords, and it was obvious their movements were slowing down.

Despite the many fights they have helped in a fight, neither Sam or Tucker could outlast a ghost. Their stamina was superior, and sadly, it seemed these particular ghosts also had training under their belts.

"No!" Danny moved to help but just as he turned his eyes away from the Knight Leader, a bubble of ectoplasm exploded in his face.

"I told you not to harm the Prince!" Someone roars over the sound of ringing in his ears. Hands fell on all his limbs holding him down, even if he weakly tried to shake them off. Everything is spinning, though, and his vision is blurring in and out of focus. He sees Sam fall to the ground with Tucker screaming something he can't make out before Danny is left up and dragged away.

There is a weight around his wrists and ankles, indicating he's been tied up, but Danny can barely keep his head from bobbing to the side. He had no energy to attempt to break his bonds.

He knew no more as he was thrown into a carriage, the block dots in his vision taking over completely.

Three years later, Danny is overlooking the development of a ghost colony in a far-off corner of King Pariah's empire. This colony was made entirely of former slaves whom Danny fought his adoptive father tooth and nail to free.

Pariah moods were odd. He controlled everything Danny did, but he also wanted Danny to take his own stances on how the empire should be run. The Ghost King's control had expanded to nearly all corners of the Ghost Zone, breaking and tearing apart any resistance they found.

War had broken out as ghosts from various tribes and kingdoms fought desperately to keep their freedom. Pariah saw no challenge in their attempts, crushing anyone that stood in his way.

His aim was to once again rule all over the dead, and later, once every ghost bowed to his whim, invade the living world again but this time there would be no Halfa child to stop him.

Said Halfa that was now heir of the tyrant. Everyone knew about the kidnapped Prince, as his tale was told in resistance meetings both in pity and in rage.

Prince Phantom's iconic white hair and green eyes were just as widely known as his golden collar was. It was created by King Pariah, to keep the prince in the area by an invisible fence he set up. Should Prince Phantom attempt to fly or walk out of those areas, the collar would turn into flaming chains, yanking the prince back. It wouldn't burn him, thankfully, but it would drag him roughly.

It didn't help that the collar stopped Prince Phantom from accessing his powers. It was almost like he was a full human, except he was trapped in his ghost form and in the Ghost Zone, which meant his options were far more limited than normal.

He was more of a royal hostage than an actual heir.

Even out here, while overlooking reports and listening to testimonies, Prince Phantom could not leave the tower of the newest colony. At all times there was two guards that followed him and limited his movements too.

Despite his position, the Prince did everything he could to protect the people, tales of him jumping to a servant's defense against his father, advocating for the abolishment of slavery, and even offering to serve any punishment for any ghost child. The people loved their prince, and all wanted to one day see him free as well.

Rumors had it that the leaders of the main resistance were two humans who were desperately trying to free Prince Phantom, but since everyone in the rebellion's army's identity remained secret, no one knew how true those rumors were.

Danny unrolls a scroll, sighing at the numbers. "If nothing is done about the harvest, the people will starve come winter. We need to start rationing. Take whatever you need from my own supplies before we start applying it to the people."

"My Prince, we couldn't possibly ask that of you. Already, you granted us freedom and a home. ," Started the mayor of the colony, only to stop at the sight of a large magical circle forming around the prince. Danny's eyes widened as well, feeling his collar start to glow as whatever it is attempt to yank him away.

He feels it start to crack as the magic overpowers the collar's settings. Hope flares in his heart as his guards leap to their feet. Before they can so much as come near him, the mayor throws himself at them with a roar. "Run, my Prince! I shall buy you time!"

Danny is swallowed by light before he can respond, the collar left behind to clatter against the floor. He is flung through a portal made of multiple colors, so bright and blinding he has to close his eyes and hold his hands in front of his face. He lands with a startled yelp, but his hands fling to his neck.

When all he feels is flesh, tears burn his eyes sight as he sobs. He's free. He's finally free.

"Well, this isn't what I was expecting when I offered a piece of my soul" An accented voice hums, drawing attention to a group of oddly dressed strangers. A man in a trench coat lights a cigar, the glow casting his face in a dim light as he stares down at Danny with a detached appraisal glint in his eyes. "Tell me, why did my spell bring me a child when I asked for a champion to overthrow the Ghost King?"

Danny's ice core starts to slowly freeze the room over, his breath visible as his eyes harden. "It brought me here because I am going to kill my father."

"Prince Phantom" Trench coat man identifies with some relief. "A pleasure to finally meet you. This is the Justice League and they like to lend a hand in your parricide."

I really hate the whole “sell your first born to a demon” thing because why are you implying that a whole person is your property???

Like does this mean I can look at some rando and go “yeah I’m selling them for good fortune” and the demon will just go with it?!?!

Why sacrifice some random person to summon a demon but then sell your first born to said demon after? Keep the baby and sell a different rando.

I’m mostly concerned about those two aspects. There’s just so many holes in the plot.

Did someone just steal a rando for the summoning and then they didn’t have a spare ready for the price? Then last minute they think “ah yes I’ll just sell my first born that I haven’t had yet! Huzzah I’m a genius >:)” or what??

But still with that logic they could say their worst enemies name and the demon could be like “I got you” what??

I don’t get it. Someone fix this. Explain. Anything. Why is this a thing?

More overprotective Danny phantom with tim, because im litreally obsessed with ur Tumblr right now :D

hi YES thank you omg 🥹 !! i'm literally obsessed with overprotective danny too so let’s go:

listen. Danny is not used to people like Tim.

he’s used to loud protectors. people who throw themselves into danger with fists first and worry later. he’s used to having to yank Tucker and Sam out of the fire while also dodging a dragon’s fire breath and maintaining a ghost shield.

but Tim? Tim doesn’t shout when he’s hurt. He folds in on himself. Goes quiet. Bleeds out in the silence of a cave somewhere and acts like he’s fine because "it's not that deep" and “we still have work to do.”

And Danny—Danny hates it.

He starts floating after Tim on instinct. Appearing behind him in the shadows when he’s acting weird. Hovers just above him when he’s typing at the computer, phasing through walls to catch him if he stumbles, because someone has to. Someone has to notice when Tim’s holding his side a little too tightly. When his posture’s too stiff. When he’s three steps from falling apart but still smiling like nothing’s wrong.

And when Danny does notice, he just—scoops him up. No warning. No words. Just swoop, into the air, straight into bed, blanket burrito mode activated.

(“I was working—” “Cool. You’re horizontal now.” “I had three hours of research left—” “And you’ve had zero hours of sleep, next question.”)

It gets to the point where the rest of the family knows not to look at Tim wrong when Danny’s around. One too many times someone made an offhand comment—something small, a jab about Tim’s usual “workaholic behavior”—and Danny turned to look at them like his eyes could burn holes in concrete.

("Was that necessary?" Danny says, voice deceptively calm. "Because it sounded like you were being cruel to be funny, and I don’t think that’s funny.")

Tim swears he doesn’t need the protection. But he doesn’t pull away when Danny drapes an arm around his waist. Doesn’t complain when Danny curls protectively behind him in bed, cool skin pressed to warm. Doesn’t argue when Danny glares holes into the people who act like Tim is just fine, when he’s clearly—not.

Because someone sees him now. Someone knows.

And Tim’s not used to that either.

My direct immediate thought when someone likes or reblogs a post is

*stops breathing and checks out the reblog*

“What aw man come on you know you wanna say something” *wiggles eyebrows*

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

So I was reading some dpxdc fics as per usual, and it mentioned death scars at the beginning. That got me thinking about Timmy and his missing spleen. What happens to sick people when they die??? Like for their death scars would their spleens glow? Would they even have one? Would it be the area of infection? Like what would it be??? And that got me thinking about other more blurry deaths, like for drowning we got a glow in the dark mouth, lightning/electrocution we get the lichtenberg scars, etc etc, but what about dying during surgery? Is it the injury that caused the surgery, or is it the surgery itself? Blood loss, is it the injury that caused it, or what if you got stitched up, but couldn’t get a transfusion? Drug over dose, is it the needle wound or what? What about getting the wrong blood transferred into you? Can that cause death? Probably. Idk point is I’m curious

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Ok apparently y’all are fake fans 😒 After much heeing and hawing over my closet I found some stuff to make a basic BOTW Zelda fit I just can’t find a way to make that blue cropped shirt have spice 😭😭😭 PLEASE ACTUALLY SOME HELP PLEASE ITS LITERALLY JUST A BLUE CROPPED SHIRT RN AND I HAVE LIKE 4 HOURS

Guys please I NEED an easy cosplay for a game character 😭😭😭 I found out I’m going to a game convention in like 2 days and all my friends are cosplaying. I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE NOT 😢 I would be such a party pooper and I don’t wanna like half ass it because one of them is going in a full Deadpool suit

PLEASEEE HELP ME WHAT CAN I JUST PULL OUT OF MY AND MY SOSTERS CLOSETS 🙏 I DONT HAVE TIME TO GO TO THE STORE 😭

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