How far can this Ninja go?

Not sleep like a nap that ended up with him falling off his chair because he fell asleep in a precarious position. Or sleep from being knocked unconscious and usually waking up in pain.

No.

Danny was actually in a matching pajama set. It was one with the design of star constellations and pretty much brand new with how he rarely got a chance actually to wear it. So pajamas, check.

His room was actually clean, or relatively clean. No weapons or mess made in a mad dash to find some weird item to end a fight. He even managed to put up little lights to hang down and give it an ‘ambiance’. Tucker had been insistent on it. So nice room check. 

Danny also did an actual clean-up routine thing too. Instead of letting himself collapse after a fight with injuries he actually had time to shower, brush his teeth, and even do a face routine thing that Jazz showed him. It was a bit time-consuming but after the busy week he had, it was refreshing to seemingly wash it all away. Clean and ready to sleep, check.

He was just ready to knock out and he was gonna knock out. He had barely caught 3 hours in the last four days, everything in him was just begging to be allowed to knock out. An alarm was already set for the next morning to give him an ample amount of 8 hours to sleep. Nothing was planned the next day and that evening was blissfully free for once.

It felt too good to be true as he laid down and actually let himself just be in his covers. Was this how normal people felt?

His eyes had barely begun to close as he pondered the question and let himself think that finally, he'd just have a normal night when suddenly there was a crack.

The universe laughing and throwing a wrench in his plans, check. 

The crack was oddly reminiscent of the sound he heard when he clenched his jaw a bit too hard. But this cracking continued and was off to his side. When he turned his head he could see a crack spreading in the wall next to his bed. Already he could sense something like the infinite realms as the cracks glowed and the pieces seem to fall away. A weird purple tinge around the edges along with the familiar green. 

This new hole in his wall felt like one of the portals Wulf made and taught Danny how to make. 

Though instead of a swirling green opening, it was like looking into the room behind his wall. Except behind his wall wasn’t a man in a colorful spandex costume floating off the ground or another floating person in a similar costume. Though the second one had a surprisingly nice addition of leather and spikes. 

Danny would have probably been able to take in more details and appreciate the sight more if he was well rested. But low and behold he was not. He was so very very tired and simply done. So the next thing that came out of his mouth after sitting up and looking through this most likely interdimensional hole in his bedroom was the most reasonable thing to say in his sleep-deprived brain. Especially considering that this was technically the second interdimensional hole he had so rudely encountered. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

At his words, Danny caught sight of some other people through the hole but he was mostly focused on the two who were the closest. Floaty man number one still looked a little shocked while spiky floaty guy looked guilty. He also looked a lot younger and Danny would say probably around his age. 

But that focus was shifted to the emotions swirling around this new interdimensional hole. Which was odd and made sense at the same time. Ghosts were emotional beings and most of the time that extended to their powers. Wulf’s portals sometimes reflected that but he said that once you practiced making them the reflection dims down and how you’re feeling doesn't leak into it so much. It was something most ghosts agreed on with certain powers while others fully let their emotions leak through. It explained why the interdimensional portal downstairs didn’t really emanate any emotions considering it was made by a lifeless machine, though sometimes a few ghosts said they heard a faint scream just as they passed through it…Overall just a complicated subject that Danny had no brain power at the moment to think about. 

The only thing that he could think about was how he could clearly sense guilt, anger, stress, and shame emanating from this ‘portal’ and he could follow it to spiky floaty guy. Along with how much of those feelings were pointed at the first floaty guy. It rubbed Danny the wrong way, especially with how spiky guy seemed to be getting worse as some chatter from the other people in the background grew and floaty guy number one seemed to be building up to say something. 

Not that Danny let him have a chance. In fact, he full-out cut off floaty guy number one as he directed a question to spiky guy or ‘Spiky’ as they were so mentally named.

“So you did this?” Danny asked and gestured to the hole in the wall. 

Spiky winced and nodded. 

Danny hummed in acknowledgment. “Any particular reason why?” 

Spiky had just opened their mouth to answer before floaty guy number one spoke instead. The words were spoken harshly and Danny frowned at the sudden volume, feeling all too sensitive and sluggish to fully understand all the words or care for them at all.

“-ut the team at risk!” Floaty guy number one said. “You need to have control, especially after being hit by an unknown spell! An-”

“Who did the spell?” Danny asked. 

Several voices spoke up at that question and started talking about other things Danny hadn’t particularly asked about but he did catch a familiar name that kept popping up in the various voices. 

Klarion. Klarion the Witch Boy. Lord of Chaos.

Clockwork had mentioned that name not so long ago, probably only mentioned for this moment no doubt. 

But overall, that gave Danny his answer. Magic and chaos. This hole in the wall most likely wasn’t the actual issue and Danny had a feeling it was more focused on Spiky himself. He was sure of it seeing as all that chaotic magic stuff was more focused on Spiky’s hand and slowly fading away from the portal. 

As more voices argued and more guilt and shame came off of Spiky, Danny mentally complained to Clocky about how he expected something nice in return for what he was about to do. He received a chuckle in response as he made his way out of his newly washed sheets and over the remaining bottom chunk of his wall. 

Of course, Clocky would find humor about Balance and Chaos needed while Danny was in pajamas. 

He ignored it like he ignored the panicked voices coming from Spiky’s side of the wall and continued to ignore it as he finally touched the floor not covered by a fuzzy carpet he put down a week ago.

Danny looked up at Spiky who was still floating. Up close he noted that they had some actually cool piercings that looked nice. He might even take some notes on their costume. A jacket with a hazmat suit would be nice. He was just thinking about his shoes when he realized he meant to ask a question. “So Spiky,” - Danny looked back at Spiky's face and they seemed confused (and wow that was a nice face)- “what’s your name?” 

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Hello Tumblr! It's been one billion years since I've posted here but I'm back cus I need more places to share my beloved Eridsona, I haven't drawn properly in years but PHM has been such a brainworm I can't stop! It's relieving that I can call myself an artist again tbh. This is Kahlo! Her egg was contaminated by bismuth and because of it she has lots and lots of problems with her mental and physical health, she's a bit of a grump but that's just cus of all the walls she's built up. Funnily enough, not inspired by Prism, I actually think she was made a little bit before Prism, but I didn't post her here and I discovered Prism not too long after making and they get along! I'm currently in the process of drawing some angst

ive drawn her and prism together before also . look at our sillies

- was the only one to get an A the first grading period. had to stop them from putting me on their shoulders

- became the official classroom mascot on account of i was the only girl. this meant i was an integral stop on any and all workshop tours. was referred to as “Our Lady Helena” on these occasions

- almost set myself on fire once bc my prof stood behind me watching me try a skill he’d just demonstrated and he shouted very suddenly very loudly. restarted my heart and asked WTF WAS THAT FOR JOHN and he called me a “goddamn wonder”. i almost got third degree burned over a compliment

- mentioned offhand ONE TIME that swords were cool. also mentioned my birthday offhand ONE TIME. one of The Guys remembered both instances and also happened to find a sword in a dumpster so he gave it to me for my birthday

- came in fifth in an arm wrestling competition

- french braided my hair in class bc i didn’t have time to do it beforehand. ended up with an audience of like 5+ guys trying to figure out how tf i was doing it

- told The Guys my college friends call me barbie. Mistake. suddenly had all 12 of them calling me Barbarian

- had some down time and made a silly little sculpture with some scraps. The Guys were endlessly intrigued by this and demanded to see some of my art school stuff. had a small crowd around my phone cheering loudly every time i swiped to a new picture

- accidentally mentioned the cafe i worked at. Mistake. several days later all 12 of them came in to bother me

Clearly the best solution to this is to, when you hear Grace coming, LEAP in front of his xenosuit as quickly as possible so as to make sure that you are definitely within range of his light sense.

Danny hadn’t intended to go this far into the caves. Caves are dangerous underwater. They are dark, tight, and the currents can drag you deeper than you ever wanted to go. He had just wanted to hide, to escape, so he had gripped onto the edge of a tunnel knowing that only an idiot would get close with the current trying to suck them in. 

It had worked, Skulker had known better and hadn’t thought the welp would be that dumb, and if he had been taken then he was lost. He had left. It would have been fine if Danny hadn’t lost his grip.

Tight tunnels, dark cold water, and the current bashing him against the rocks. The journey had been long. Too long. Danny could no longer tell how far or how deep the currents had dragged him as he pulled himself bruised, battered and bleeding onto the edge of an underground pool to rest. 

He was trapped. The waterways leading out of this section of caves were too small for him to squeeze through. The ones leading in were too perilous to even try fighting the current.

Danny was alone, with nothing but his voice and his soft green bioluminescence to keep him company. So he sang. 

...

The music is what drew Damian to that section of caves. He had been investigating a nearby tunnel when a sound drew his attention. It had been low, mournful, and utterly alien. The language was none he spoke, or had ever heard, but each syllable carried the meaning far more than just tone alone ever could. 

longing, loss, lonely, pain, fear, lonely, lonely.

It was beautiful. Damian immediately suspected a trap, but could not bear to leave whatever the thing was to itself. So he followed the sound.

Sound carries oddly underground. It would have been impossible to follow as far as he did under normal circumstances. If it had not been for his training, and the peculiar quality of the voice, Damian would have been lost, if he would have noticed the noise at all.

The tunnel opened up into a large cave with several pools of water. On the corner of the largest pool, came a soft green light that seemed to be the source of the song. 

It was a person of sorts. Humanoid upper body with the lower half being comprised of a tail, more eel like than fish, with bioluminescent markings going along the length. He, and Damian was hesitant to call it a he, seemed of masculine build if on the lean side. Dick would make a joke about him having a swimmer’s body. A white, hairlike growth seemed to sport from his head, and Damien wondered if it was a type of sensory organ, or perhaps vestigial. Whatever the case, the white was tinged with red and whatever this creature was, he seemed hurt. 

Damian stepped forward, making his steps heard. The creature looked up, its song coming to a halt. Instantly Damian missed the sound. With wide, dark eyes and what appeared to be panic, the creature looked at Damian, and the cave was plunged into darkness

#after writing most of that i have come to a realization#because on one hand romancing the fish person and overcoming communication barriers

#on the other hand earning the trust of an injured creature of legend that's trapped and gradually helping and learning is also what's happening

#plus i just thought it would be cool to utilize siren song as a form of language or communication before basic asl is taught to the fishman

#because something like whalesong would travel better underwater than human languages

#so danny's vocal cords might not even be able to make a lot of the right sounds for english

gasp

I was heartbroken and felt tossed aside. I didn't understand why our friendship wasn't worth anything to him if he couldn't have me romantically or sexually. I felt betrayed and dehumanised, like I didn't matter to him as a person but only as a romantic prospect.

When I told other friends about it, to my surprise they all sided with him. "He is heartbroken, it's hard to get rejected" even my THERAPIST said this. It's not like I didn't empathize with him, but wasn't I rejected too? No one else could see that but me, they placed me as some sort of villain that had power over him in that situation, when all I did was set a boundary between friendship and romance. All I did was not consent to the terms he wanted for our relationship, I rejected them, my terms were different and he rejected those.

I've had my heart broken by friends over and over and it hurt the same, if not more, than any romantic heartbreak. Why is friendship undervalued next to romantic feelings?

i desperately need people to stop avoiding what this post is actually about. stop derailing and trying to make it be about something else instead.

THIS POST IS ABOUT ROMANTIC CONSENT.

even if the person in question didn't want to fuck them, even if he just wanted a wholesome, purely romantic, nothing sexual at all relationship, it would STILL be fucked up to BLAME someone for rejecting that.

similarly, if someone really wanted to just fuck, but they were honest and clear about that, and handled rejection gracefully, there would be literally no issue with that.

you'll never believe. whose main blog that post was from. hi, it's me, tumblr user radioactive-yuri, formerly known as thermodynamic-comedian. this is my side blog. and a good few years ago, i made that very post on my main blog.

Pointing at things and explaining what they are and how the ship works, lots of awed and appreciative noises are made.

Until one of the visiting Eridians points out a specific item. “And that?”

It’s a strange, circular thing, a xenonite disk mounted upright on some sort of pivot so it can spin freely, but around the edges it has… spokes? Pegs? Sticking out of it, that hit against a stiff flap that would slow down the spinning.

It is also separated into sections decorated with crude etchings of a human and an Eridian.

“Ah,” Grace says.

“That,” Rocky says.

“That’s. Um.” Grace seems somewhat embarrassed. “That’s the sacrifice wheel.”

Anonymous said:

how do you manage to put characters with vastly different standard palettes into scenes together but keep everything harmonious? if that makes sense? I have a hard time with colour whenever i actually try to properly utilize it and putting multiple characters into one scene is incredibly frustrating because their palettes don’t always work together. :c

I don’t actually know if I’ve effectively answered your question with these, but I tried! This post from a long time ago might also be relevant.

argyrism asked you:

This may/may not be true for other people, but when I’m wondering about how you choose your colors, I’m wondering about how you make everything, well, harmonic. Noisemaster is a good example of this: he’s got a wide range of colors, but they all work well together, so it doesn’t end up looking garish. So, how do you go about something like that?

Thank you! I want Noisemaster’s pages to look like I’m just selecting colors at random, but it’s really pretty simple. Sure, I use a lot of complementary pairs, triadic colors, etc., but I generally don’t have too much Color Theory Terminology in my head as I’m planning these pages out.

For reference, Pages 447, 448, 451 and 455.