Violence-and-fun - Violence Isn't The Answer

finally starting to replay Twilight Princess and I’ll be damned if any descendant of OoT Link would act remotely cool

hc that Clark doesn’t get the human instinct/reaction of a gut feeling or the hairs standing up on the back of your neck since he’s Kryptonian, so sometimes Bruce just freezes up and says “something’s wrong” and Clark resigns himself to it like ah yes, that weird human thing again and is baffled when 99% of the time Bruce’s gut is absolutely right

Here is a small sequel to the drawing I made before ! (Thank you very much for all the likes it made me really happy) ❤️

Young Hero, old soul.

Oh that's where he went

Reblog to give your followers each their own sword.

pol's voice are the "australian possum vs american possum" of hyrule

references under the cut for those who are curious:

Legend's version:

Wind and Hyrule's versions:

(they've got a giant mouth full of teeth underneath)

The Time Travel Trope aka each side of the ship travel back in time somehow to the counterpart's past self but in TROD AU

I wrote a mini-draft for this idea that might turn into an actual one-shot but just these for now. Second half is more shitpost than serious cause I really think Narinder would have to navigate a distrustful Lamb very carefully, and Lamb would mess with Bishop Narinder

I love Danny as a cryptid energy. Like at first he's just vibing over gotham like a big jellyfish full of stars essentially filter feeding on the corrupted ectoplasm. The bat fam are completely at a loss of what to do. He's not hurting anyone and he's kinda pretty. They just have a giant translucent space whale chilling in the sky. Red hood the first to make contact standing on a roof waving to him.

"Um hey can we like talk?" He shouts at the blob.

Danny comes down and sheds his massive form, turning into a king with too many of just everything, and then just a teenager?

He tilts his head looking at hood, eyes containing multitudes look odd on a kid wearing a galaxy print hoody and jeans (are those jeggings?). He shakes his head and when he opens his eyes again they are normal human blue.

"Yeah," he says, "you look like you might need some help."

"Um," says Hood, "Do you want a cookie? I'm not sure what a good sacrifice is but Zatanna says things valuable to the caster are usually more powerful. And like these are the best. My grandpa makes them."

"Sure," says the kid taking a bite of one, "Man these are good. So I suppose you want to know what's going on with your ecto situation?"

"Ecto?"

"Yeah like the green stuff?"

"The pits? Pit rage?"

"Pits? Is that what the puddles were? The guys around there were not happy when I ate those."

"You ate the Lazarus pits?"

"Yeah kinda tasted like the blue cotton candy? Ecto with lots of negative emotions and magic tend to taste kinda like blue raspberry."

"That's... A lot to process. Are you going to eat the pits...ecto in me?"

"I can but it's what's holding you together. So that would kill you and send your soul to eternal rest."

"Sounds bad."

"It's not but that's not your only option. Obviously I can leave you as you are. I'm guessing you get outbursts where the negative emotions take over?"

"Pit rage yeah"

"So there's that. Or I can replace the bad ecto with good that would make you a Half like me. Half human - Half Ghost. Pros include some superpowers, at minimum flight, invisibility and intangibility, eternal life, and access to the infinite realms. Cons include an awkward adjustment phase, difficulty controlling your emotions, and you would be locked out of your eternity of choice. Once you're a ghost you're a ghost forever."

"That's a lot to consider."

"Yeppers"

"Can I take a bit to consider?"

"Absolutely. My name is Danny Phantom. If you yell that out I should be able to hear you from anywhere in the multiverse. I'm going to be here for a couple of years your time anyway cleaning up your ecto sphere. Looks like the entire universe's bad ecto all coagulates over this city so I'll just be floating around. Feel free to tell whatever authority you want that they can ask to talk to me. I won't stop and none of you can make me but I can explain what I'm doing and it's good for the universe as a whole."

"Okay, um thanks. Do you want another cookie for the road?"

"Sure! Have a good one dude!"

"Erm... You too?"

Jason had a lot to think about.