meme redraw for dicks birthday :D

I really like Purpose over Obsession for Danny Phantom ghosts. Purpose has a neutral connotation, more importantly, it's a choice. They stay because they want to watch over family members or they want to keep playing or they have a deep sense of responsibility or they're scared to move on or maybe they don't believe they deserve to move on. A purpose also implies fluidity, a purpose can change, a person can choose a new purpose (it's never too late to change). While Obsession has a negative connotation and there is no choice. There is nothing deeper than they have to do it or they don't get to exist anymore. And a person doesn't choose their obsession, they're stuck with whatever got them stuck.

I'm pretty sure The Phandom has used Obsession because of a couple of lines from the show where Jack and/or Maddie dismissing ghosts as complex beings by reducing them to instinct and obsession. It would be great if that's a misconception the characters have. The Fenton's use it to dehumanize ghosts, Danny agrees because he's lived with them his entire life but slowly starts to realize that it's not an Obsession - a chain that binds a ghost to the living realm, but a Purpose - a rope they're choosing to hold onto. Danny eventually realizes that he also gets a choice, he doesn't have to be a hero if he doesn't want to be a hero. If it's too hard to save people and be a good student and be a good son and be a good friend, Danny can just choose one to be his new purpose, but it is a choice he gets to make, and has to make. If he wants to protect people, he has to choose to protect people.

Ghosts still lose power over time if they don't have a purpose (anyone who understands depression knows that humans are also this way) but they're not compelled by any force to have to do anything. They might become obsessed with their purpose, but that is a flaw for that character specifically, not something that will kill them if they don't do it.

I just like it when characters have more agency. It's the same thing with like, prophecy and fate and destiny. Like, yeah, A Grand Destiny is fun to play around with, but it's easy to forget that there also needs to be a person in there who reacts to having a destiny. An obsession is a fun concept to play with, but we have to remember there's a person the obsession is happening to.

Older TROD stuff/answered ask and doodles for future chapter whatnot that I honestly cannot remember if I've already posted it but throwing here just in case

More doodles incoming ya know ya know

it's getting much harder for him to deny it.

(small scene I'm writing for Trod)

Nightmare Narinder has entered the game

Comic for chapter 23 of Trod that I wanted to finish before posting the chapter. For some reason this comic kept repeatidly crashing my SAI trying to export it so I'm blaming Dream Narinder for that

trod scribbled comic i did months ago that I genuinely cannot remember if ive posted already or not (idk if ill keep the scene but the vibes are what ill go for)

extra non-canon shenanigans drawn on stream:

okay!

Requirements for marriage.

Rough comic I made quite a while ago for chapter 23 of Trod. They are both dumb

Becoming Batman

dcxdp fic idea

Danny is the reason Batman has his utility belt. Why he's prepared for 'anything. everything.'

you see, when they were kids, Danny's family took a trip. To study ectoplasm in other cities. They did this alot when Danny and Jazz were little, while they were waiting for funding for the portal to come through or for contractors to finish doing repair work on their home. On this occasion they were gone longer than usual for one reason or another.

Which gave young Danny and Jazz ample time to make friends. They were in Wayne Tower. Their parents in one meeting or another. Jazz found herself an out-of-the-way office in which she could start on the classwork she was missing. Danny found himself in the basement, where all the failed projects went to die. and started tinkering, fooling around.

Eventually a morose boy named Bruce joined him. Though he didn't say much beyond his name. and seemed to do his own work. Though he kept having to stop to get one thing or another, always illprepared for the task at hand when he sat down for the day.

When it was time for the Fentons to head back to Amity, little Danny Fenton handed the forlone Bruce a toolbelt. One filled with more pockets and items than it should realistically be able to fit. One that was promised to 'always have exactly what you need, when you need it"

Years later Danny would be watching the news in his college dorm and see a man in all black with a cape and an extremely familiar vibrant yellow belt, and smile to himself.

If you read the fic, leave the kudos. Leave a comment too, if possible. Just do it. It takes a few seconds of your time and it means the world to the writer.

Sincerely, me who just got told that my writing feels like watching a blockbuster movie. I don't care if they were sincere or not, I'll be thinking about that comment for the rest of my life and every time I feel bad about my art, I'll remember that someone once liked it.

All Seeing

DpxDc

Bruce Wayne had been many things in his life: billionaire, businessman, vigilante, father. But a long-lost uncle? That was a new one.

The SOS from a small town in Illinois had sent him racing against time, but he had been too late. An accident had taken the lives of an unknown distant cousin and their entire family—except for one. The sole survivor was a boy named Danny, left blind from the incident. When Bruce had arrived, he saw no other option but to take him in, to give him the support he needed.

Months passed, and Danny quickly found a place within the Wayne family. He was kind, gentle, and an overall bright presence in the manor. But grief had its way of clinging to people, and Danny was no exception. He had his sad days, times when he retreated into himself and let silence be his shield. Even so, the Batfamily took to him, each in their own way.

There was just one thing about him that none of them could ignore: he gives out cryptic warnings.

It had started small. He would mention the weather, and it would turn exactly as he said. He would casually hand someone an item—a band aid, an extra set of gloves, a lucky charm—and say, "Be careful." And without fail, later that day, they would end up needing it. It might have been coincidences at first, but the pattern grew undeniable.

Danny could see the future. Or, at least, something close to it.

The family, skeptics that they were, had tried to prove otherwise. They set up small tests, all of which Danny passed without even realizing he was being tested. Eventually, they stopped trying to disprove it and started trying to understand it instead. Bruce, being Bruce, documented everything. Tim, ever the investigator, compiled data. Damian remained skeptical but watched his cousin with a hawk’s eye.

Then Danny was kidnapped.

It had been a random act—a desperate group of criminals seeking to ransom Bruce Wayne’s newest ward. They had no idea what they had walked into. The moment Danny went missing, the Batfamily mobilized. It was Red Robin who found him first.

Tim had worked swiftly, dismantling the criminals with precision, tying them up before they even had a chance to process what was happening. He had moved quietly, intent on assessing Danny’s condition before alerting the others. But before he could even speak, Danny, bound and blindfolded, tilted his head slightly and murmured, "...Tim?"

Tim froze.

It wasn’t a confident statement; it was uncertain, questioning. But Danny, who should have had no way of knowing, knows.

"Red Robin," he corrected, doing his best to lower his voice.

Danny scrunched up his nose, but repeated the name. He sounded just as uncertain as he did saying Tim's name.

"Stay still," Tim commanded, reaching for Danny's binding. His wrists were pink from rope burn, and there was a scab forming on his lip, but otherwise Danny was unharmed. As soon as Danny's hands were free, he ripped the blindfold off.

Tim stared into Danny's milky eyes. What ever explosion that had taken his sight had left a nasty scar across his face. And while Danny said the only thing he could detect was brightness, Danny gazed right at Tim.

Tim swallowed and forced himself not to react. The Waynes had already tested Danny thoroughly, accepted his odd sense of precognition and way to always know where they were, but it was still very unnerving to lock eyes with that milky blue gaze.

Danny held out his blindfold to Tim. "You'll need this."

Tom pocketed it. If Danny said he'd need it, he'd need it.

"Take my hand. I'll guide you out."

"I, thanks."

Without his cane, the only real stirring Danny needed was around the bound kidnappers and hints on where the stairs were. He moved steady and sure up the wooden staircase, pausing at the top. It always impressed Tim, how smoothly he moved. He'd take to the few ballet move Cass taught him beautifully.

"Stay here," Tim guided Danny toward a chair. "I'm gonna call the cops, and then your father."

"No need, he knows I'm safe."

Tim snapped his gaze to Danny. Had he not convinced Danny he wasn't Tim? Had he known their identities? Was Batman, or Bruce, seconds from bursting into the abandoned shop.

He stared at Danny, who stared at the door. After a minute, Tim asked. "Something I should know?"

"The boss is coming."

As soon as Danny said it, a man walked through the door. He took one look at Tim and then turned to flee. Tim was on him in a heartbeat - it took seconds to knock him out and use the blindfold Danny had handed him to tie the man's hands behind his back.

Job done, Tim wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at Danny. He hadn't moved, other than to watch the fight. And watch felt like the right word for the blind teen, how even feet away and through the noise of a fight Danny tracked him exactly.

It struck Tim suddenly, that with his abilities, Danny could have predicted his kidnapping and prevented it. But he hadn't. He'd allowed this to happen.

He swallowed. "Ready to go home?"

Danny smiled at him. "Yes, Tim."

Tim didn't bother correcting him again.

What’s funny about this is Tim basically outed himself and the family never said he knew that they were vigilantes. Tim just assumed that. Home’s blind right so he can recognize him from the sound of his voice. Maybe there’s a mole on his wrist basically using his other senses. Or it could could be he sees the shapes of souls so yeah he sees him and now Tim is telling him I’m red Robin.

Like if you were given a cookie that tasted like snickerdoodle smells like a snickerdoodle and texture wise is a snickerdoodle and then the next day someone just cause a brownie now your snickerdoodle just has a nickname .

I can imagine them confronting him about it.

BF: When you learn that we were vigilantes?

D: I didn’t… you just told me

BF: What?

D: I know you guys know the way you talk, the way you walk, you’re overpriced colognes. Just because you tell me different name doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s you. Your mask means nothing to me because I can’t see them. 

BF: …

D: yeah so Tim outed himself and you guys just confirmed it’s the whole family.

All Seeing

DpxDc

Bruce Wayne had been many things in his life: billionaire, businessman, vigilante, father. But a long-lost uncle? That was a new one.

The SOS from a small town in Illinois had sent him racing against time, but he had been too late. An accident had taken the lives of an unknown distant cousin and their entire family—except for one. The sole survivor was a boy named Danny, left blind from the incident. When Bruce had arrived, he saw no other option but to take him in, to give him the support he needed.

Months passed, and Danny quickly found a place within the Wayne family. He was kind, gentle, and an overall bright presence in the manor. But grief had its way of clinging to people, and Danny was no exception. He had his sad days, times when he retreated into himself and let silence be his shield. Even so, the Batfamily took to him, each in their own way.

There was just one thing about him that none of them could ignore: he gives out cryptic warnings.

It had started small. He would mention the weather, and it would turn exactly as he said. He would casually hand someone an item—a band aid, an extra set of gloves, a lucky charm—and say, "Be careful." And without fail, later that day, they would end up needing it. It might have been coincidences at first, but the pattern grew undeniable.

Danny could see the future. Or, at least, something close to it.

The family, skeptics that they were, had tried to prove otherwise. They set up small tests, all of which Danny passed without even realizing he was being tested. Eventually, they stopped trying to disprove it and started trying to understand it instead. Bruce, being Bruce, documented everything. Tim, ever the investigator, compiled data. Damian remained skeptical but watched his cousin with a hawk’s eye.

Then Danny was kidnapped.

It had been a random act—a desperate group of criminals seeking to ransom Bruce Wayne’s newest ward. They had no idea what they had walked into. The moment Danny went missing, the Batfamily mobilized. It was Red Robin who found him first.

Tim had worked swiftly, dismantling the criminals with precision, tying them up before they even had a chance to process what was happening. He had moved quietly, intent on assessing Danny’s condition before alerting the others. But before he could even speak, Danny, bound and blindfolded, tilted his head slightly and murmured, "...Tim?"

Tim froze.

It wasn’t a confident statement; it was uncertain, questioning. But Danny, who should have had no way of knowing, knows.

"Red Robin," he corrected, doing his best to lower his voice.

Danny scrunched up his nose, but repeated the name. He sounded just as uncertain as he did saying Tim's name.

"Stay still," Tim commanded, reaching for Danny's binding. His wrists were pink from rope burn, and there was a scab forming on his lip, but otherwise Danny was unharmed. As soon as Danny's hands were free, he ripped the blindfold off.

Tim stared into Danny's milky eyes. What ever explosion that had taken his sight had left a nasty scar across his face. And while Danny said the only thing he could detect was brightness, Danny gazed right at Tim.

Tim swallowed and forced himself not to react. The Waynes had already tested Danny thoroughly, accepted his odd sense of precognition and way to always know where they were, but it was still very unnerving to lock eyes with that milky blue gaze.

Danny held out his blindfold to Tim. "You'll need this."

Tom pocketed it. If Danny said he'd need it, he'd need it.

"Take my hand. I'll guide you out."

"I, thanks."

Without his cane, the only real stirring Danny needed was around the bound kidnappers and hints on where the stairs were. He moved steady and sure up the wooden staircase, pausing at the top. It always impressed Tim, how smoothly he moved. He'd take to the few ballet move Cass taught him beautifully.

"Stay here," Tim guided Danny toward a chair. "I'm gonna call the cops, and then your father."

"No need, he knows I'm safe."

Tim snapped his gaze to Danny. Had he not convinced Danny he wasn't Tim? Had he known their identities? Was Batman, or Bruce, seconds from bursting into the abandoned shop.

He stared at Danny, who stared at the door. After a minute, Tim asked. "Something I should know?"

"The boss is coming."

As soon as Danny said it, a man walked through the door. He took one look at Tim and then turned to flee. Tim was on him in a heartbeat - it took seconds to knock him out and use the blindfold Danny had handed him to tie the man's hands behind his back.

Job done, Tim wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at Danny. He hadn't moved, other than to watch the fight. And watch felt like the right word for the blind teen, how even feet away and through the noise of a fight Danny tracked him exactly.

It struck Tim suddenly, that with his abilities, Danny could have predicted his kidnapping and prevented it. But he hadn't. He'd allowed this to happen.

He swallowed. "Ready to go home?"

Danny smiled at him. "Yes, Tim."

Tim didn't bother correcting him again.

All Seeing

DpxDc

Bruce Wayne had been many things in his life: billionaire, businessman, vigilante, father. But a long-lost uncle? That was a new one.

The SOS from a small town in Illinois had sent him racing against time, but he had been too late. An accident had taken the lives of an unknown distant cousin and their entire family—except for one. The sole survivor was a boy named Danny, left blind from the incident. When Bruce had arrived, he saw no other option but to take him in, to give him the support he needed.

Months passed, and Danny quickly found a place within the Wayne family. He was kind, gentle, and an overall bright presence in the manor. But grief had its way of clinging to people, and Danny was no exception. He had his sad days, times when he retreated into himself and let silence be his shield. Even so, the Batfamily took to him, each in their own way.

There was just one thing about him that none of them could ignore: he gives out cryptic warnings.

It had started small. He would mention the weather, and it would turn exactly as he said. He would casually hand someone an item—a band aid, an extra set of gloves, a lucky charm—and say, "Be careful." And without fail, later that day, they would end up needing it. It might have been coincidences at first, but the pattern grew undeniable.

Danny could see the future. Or, at least, something close to it.

The family, skeptics that they were, had tried to prove otherwise. They set up small tests, all of which Danny passed without even realizing he was being tested. Eventually, they stopped trying to disprove it and started trying to understand it instead. Bruce, being Bruce, documented everything. Tim, ever the investigator, compiled data. Damian remained skeptical but watched his cousin with a hawk’s eye.

Then Danny was kidnapped.

It had been a random act—a desperate group of criminals seeking to ransom Bruce Wayne’s newest ward. They had no idea what they had walked into. The moment Danny went missing, the Batfamily mobilized. It was Red Robin who found him first.

Tim had worked swiftly, dismantling the criminals with precision, tying them up before they even had a chance to process what was happening. He had moved quietly, intent on assessing Danny’s condition before alerting the others. But before he could even speak, Danny, bound and blindfolded, tilted his head slightly and murmured, "...Tim?"

Tim froze.

It wasn’t a confident statement; it was uncertain, questioning. But Danny, who should have had no way of knowing, knows.

Correction:

Jason: B ? Dick jumped off the Wayne Towers roof.

Batman: What of it ?

Jason: He's the only one wihout a cape. And I may or may not have taken his grapple battery.

Batman: IS HE OKAY ?!

Jason: If it wasn't for Clark his last words would've been "I'm a squirell!".