#why is it always clockwork

[i-am-snowils-admiral]

DP artists drawing most characters: Obviously the design needed to be changed around a bit to account for the limitations of the original style but overall I kept it the same

DP artists drawing Clockwork: He has to be the most fuckable person in the grocery store. He has to.

#Danny Phantom #someone give me a shoutout for putting my first swear word in an original post #I searched very hard for the original post of this quote #so I could edit it and use that #but there's apparently a million different versions and I couldn't find it #but also??? #why is this #why is it always clockwork #I'm not complaining #but hmmm

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 162

“So,” Danny drawled from where he was sitting, legs kicking slightly. Really, what a fun reincarnation. A world with heroes and villains where he didn’t have to do shit in and could just vibe with Ellie. 

“So,” Tim responded from where he was typing on his computer, mostly in civilian clothes save for his gauntlets and boots. The Red Robin outfit was haphazardly dropped across the couch and his pole leaning against the end. 

“Technically there’s proper procedures for clones…” Danny motioned to both himself and Ellie from where they sat on the counter, snacking on a plateful of scones. From Alfred, he was certain. 

“Technically, yes… but do we want to actually do that?” 

All three of them smiled, something almost feral in the motion. Of course not. They all had the same memories after all, and Bruce had just returned from the past, from exactly where and when Tim had said he was. Despite no one believing him, hence why they were in his boathouse, and not in the apartment or manor. 

“Think we can pull it off?” Ellie took a sip of tea, mischief swirling in her eyes. 

“Of course we can.” Both Danny and Tim spoke at once, one pulling up a new doc and the other pulling the whiteboard out from under a curtain. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #danny fenton #ellie fenton #tim drake #Ras: *Makes Tim Clones* #Danny & Ellie: Lmao we’re gonna blow up this place and go- buh-bye now~ #All three of them are salty about the whole time-travelling thing #Tim: Why is one of my clones a girl? #Ellie: Idk man but I’m not changing #Tim: Fair enough do u want me to make you guys proper IDs #They’re going to do mischief and make the Batfam think they’ve always been triplets #They have the paper trail to prove that the Drakes had triplets #Neither Danny or Ellie have powers but that isn’t going to stop them #Nothing can go wrong ever they’re sure #Why yes this is inspired by the Ao3 fic Twincognito Mode #Why YES Bruce does in fact think he somehow adjusted the timeline #And Yes Clockwork does do a little nudge to make their IDs & history *pretty* solid #He's back in Long Now eating popcorn and watching his new favorite show

[moonfoxgazer]

"When something happens, it's always one of you three-"

It was an idea that lived rent free in my head that I ended up putting way too much effort into.

#danny phantom #art #clockwork #vlad plasmius #dan phantom #dark danny #danny phantom fanart #its always one of you three #why do you always cause issues #clockwork is just a tired old man #phanart #danny phantom art

[pcktknife]

and why I there always some sort of vampire council what they need a council for

#i just feel like havin a high order of vampires would be unfair you know theyre not voted in its just cause theyre old and that's not #representative of the population at all 🤨 #i had a full 30 minute conversation about this like 2 days ago with my mother #much to think about when discussing vampires in modern media #kae.txt #why am i always thinking about this stuff at 3am like clockwork everynight

[aftout]

I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO FUCKING CAPTION THIS

#listen. (proceeds to not elaborate) #Physically incapable of making normal dst art i always gotta pull out something insane #they were on a date thats why they are so fancy thats the lore #I nearly started crying while drawing this help #the perspective here is tearing me apart. #my art #dst: a clock's cruelty (au) #clockwork gears (acc) #dst #dst wanda #dst wx78

[firelise]

non got problems on problems on problems bruh i aint ever seen a bitch with so many problems on god

#well thats over see yall next week #dff #dead friend forever #why is it always episode 7 (i know why lmao but its just uggghhh like clockwork)

[cringefail-clown]

my toxic trait is thinking id survive the titanic

#girl help the titanic fixation is back #it always comes back every year. like a clockwork #im ass deep in the second yt documentary today. its been 7 hours #i blame james fucking cameron why would you do this to my brain #anyway id fucking perish like immidately

[vyp1elyn]

okokok im gonna start posting my art here (If i remember to)

I rarely do any online art so enjoy my crunchy school doodles

#ticci toby #clockwork #creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #why do I always draw natalie like she got 10 minutes of sleep

[rollingwiththedead]

*has the disease that makes you feel like absolute dog shit before your period and like everybody secretly hates you* huh I wonder why I’m feeling so shitty on this, the Wednesday before my period when I always feel shitty

#it is a mystery #it’s always a fucking Wednesday/Thursday #it’s like goddamn clockwork #and I’m always like #why am I feeling so bad? why am I not secure in my relationships? #as if the reason isn’t seething in my uterus #which my whole uterus ovaries junk area has been in bloated pain on and off since my pap last week #so I have a feeling this round of period will be even worse #😀 #and my boyfriend is out of town for three weekends in a row 🙃 #I am eagerly awaiting the ultrasound that will hopefully illuminate part of why my reproductive organs are so fucked

[dave-the-tech-guy]

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#why do i always feel bad at this time of night. its like clockwork #i hate it

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 161

Bruce does not like magic. He doesn’t enjoy it at all. Which might be from the fact that it was due to magic that he was in this situation. It wasn’t like he exactly wanted it known, even if he knows Alfred is laughing at him back home. 

The Cult is just terrified of the fact attempting to summon a representative of the Realms ended up with them summoning fucking Batman. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Alfred is Clockwork and on vacation #Meaning Liminal Bruce has been adopted and has been dealing with this BS since he was a teen #Why does he not like magic? #Well anyone wouldn’t like the thing that tugs you to some random location while you’re sleeping or just trying to eat lunch #Thankfully some strings are pulled for him to always be Batman or in his Batman gear when summoned #One of these days another hero will run into this situation but they keep barely missing him #Clockwork is Queen/Regent of the Realms because he *technically* never finished divorcing Pariah before he got locked up #And Bruce is older than Danny who is itty bitty bby boi apprenticing under Frostbite rn #Alfred is happy at least One of his children is finishing medical school

[tocourtdisaster]

I have a dentist appointment in two hours and my stomach has been tying itself in knots ever since I woke up this morning. It’s just a cleaning! But I had a lot of traumatic visits to the dentist when I was a kid that now my brain just equates dentist with evil.

#my dentist when I was a kid convinced my mom that my baby teeth would never fall out on their own #and that they needed to be pulled before my adult teeth started coming in #so over the course of six or seven years I had twenty teeth pulled #and he never believed me when I said I needed more novocaine #I’ve always needed more pain meds that doctors think I do #(there’s an actual study now that says that people wit red hair need more pain medication than other people #something to do with how our pain receptors work I think) #anyway just the sound of dental tools against my teeth freaks me out #my blood pressure spikes and I usually end up squeezing my hands together hard enough to hurt myself #but I go twice a year like clockwork because I’d rather deal with the anxiety than have to have serious dental work done #ugh why did I not take the entire day off of work?

[rossithepixie]

-heavy sigh- well at least i had one night this week where i didn’t get woken up by a nightmare. Wasn’t the case this morning though.. gotta decide if i wanna get up and get coffee or try for more sleep

#the pixie speaks #and it was 4 hours of sleep like clockwork #why is it always 4 hours because a nightmare wakes me up

[forbiddennhoney]

i can never be online famous or whatever bc ppl misunderstanding me enrages me so much that i want to kick them in the teeth

#personal #ive turned off notes for so many of my posts that start to get popular bc i cannot stand being misunderstood #and i cannot stand ppl bringing up tangental but ultimately irrelevant arguments #i really wish i could like. send my good thoughts posts to someone else who would post them and have to deal w the notes #bc i cannot handle the denseness of some ppl #like my angry posts get “hashtag not all of us”ed #and my happy posts get stupid ass discourse #i always tell myself im not gonna post things that ppl will like too and then i do it by accident and like clockwork #when a post breaks 100 notes the original point gets misunderstood and i get angry #and no im not arguing or telling ppl why theyre wrong bc quite frankly i don't want to #as is me posting these things for free (esp my angry thought provoking posts) is more than generous considering #i used to get paid for my thoughts and analysis

[jack-owo-valentine]

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#i dislike calling people failures or anything but my god the urge 2 right now #i understand why half the dishes are always dirty eveb after being clean #this man has lived in a barn and has zero skills #im sorry 2 those who've actually lived on a farm/in a barn #ik that shit is like #insane on the body and clockwork n all that #also ik i dont do dishes #but i dont do them bc im physically disabled and my health has been declining so #like #i would if i could

[ervotica]

“C'mere, sweetheart-“ & “Breathe, just breathe-" with finnick please 🤍

a life of our own

pairing: finnick odair x reader

summary: finnick helps you find yourself again when you’re rescued from the capitol. you’re desperate to trust him again.

warnings: hurt/comfort, a lil fluff, a lil angst, r was tortured and brainwashed in the capitol after catching fire (i got sooo carried away with this but i luv it! hope you enjoy, please remember to like/comment + reblog!)

hunger games masterlist

Your chest is red-hot with anguish; it’s all you feel lately. Confined to this white room, locked in, spending all your time waiting for something that won’t come.

Nothing is real anymore. Your life is a thick fog that you can’t decipher, can’t tell which bits of it are real and which were planted by the Capitol. They made you a weapon against the revolution, against Katniss and Coin and Finnick.

You know him, that much is evident in your unconscious reactions. The way your chest tightens and squeezes when he walks into a room, how your breath catches and you hunger after his touch despite not knowing exactly why. But you know that he’s familiar and that - at one point or another - you loved him.

He visits routinely like clockwork, every day at around the same time. And each time you don’t push him away, don’t flinch at his touch like you do the others, his confidence grows.

Your doctor has been practicing memory games with you, which parts do your life are real and which are fabricated. You repeat them in your head over and over and sometimes they slip out when you’re talking, too. You’ve been incorporating opinions on top of the basic facts you know, and you’ve been including what you know about him.

You rock on the bed with your knees to your chest, feet tucked underneath you as you recite everything you can remember about him. You mutter it under your breath, tongue clicking as you whisper.

The door creaks and you stop dead mid-sentence. Finnick slips in without a word, pulling a chair up to sit by you. He doesn’t miss the way you eye him warily, watching every movement, every tick of his jaw and twitch of his muscles. You’ve always been perceptive- it’s one of his earliest memories of you. How you watch people.

He sits and watches you in return; you trace every inch of his body with your eyes, the bruises on his arms, the points of his shoulders, the slope of his nose and chin, the curve of his jaw.

“Finnick,” you say. He smiles; his fingers rest on the edge of the bed.

“That’s right.”

You reach out to touch him; he stays dead still as instructed by your doctors, but lets you lift his hand to place it in your own much smaller one. You turn so you’re sitting cross legged facing him, holding his hand in your lap. His heart could burst with the way you’re looking at him, a cocktail of fear and longing in your eyes. Something else lies deeper than that, like you’re being pulled through the rubble of your own mind and to the surface. Something a lot like love.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice is small, more timid than he’s ever heard from you.

“Anything.”

“You love me. Real or not real?”

“Real,” he murmurs.

“I think I love you, too. I know I did before. I just don’t know which parts of my brain are real.” You fiddle with his fingers, the pad of your thumb rubbing over his knuckles methodically. If this is the only way you’ll ever touch him again, he’ll take it. He’ll take every scrap, every morsel of affection he can eke out of you. Whatever you’re comfortable with.

“We can figure that out together.” He’s soft as he speaks to you and it’s a voice that you remember. A very distinct one in your memory.

“Finnick,” you say again. He nods and shifts closer.

“Sometimes you call me Finn,” he starts, pressing lips to your knuckles. “Or honey. Or idiot if you’re mad at me.”

You smile and he catches a glimpse of you in there, engulfed by everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve been told. But he knows he can pull you out.

“I don’t think I’d ever be mad at you,” you mumble. He purses his lips thoughtfully.

“Well, sometimes I am an idiot. And I know you tell me that because you want to keep me safe.”

You’re in agreement there, not knowing everything but knowing undeniably that you would do anything to protect Finnick.

You shuffle over in the bed and tug at his arm. He tilts his head curiously, knowing what you’re asking but not wanting to be presumptuous.

“You want me to come sit up there with you, sweetheart?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay.” He settles himself next to you, legs outstretched where yours are tucked up tightly to your body. “If it gets too much, you tell me and I’ll go, okay?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Then I won’t.”

You shuffle round and swing your legs over his own so you’re almost completely in his lap; his arm comes up and over your shoulders automatically, like muscle memory. This is how you are in your clearest memories- together, a tightly knit partnership. He’s holding his breath, waiting for you to realise what you’re doing and lose composure, but that moment doesn’t come. You just sit and close your eyes, ear to his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“I’m tired,” you croak.

“You want me to leave you to sleep?”

“No.” Your voice is thick and uneven where you’re full of all these new emotions that you can’t quite place. “Will you stay?”

“I’ll stay as long as you want.”

He pulls the thin blanket over your body and smiles as you needle in close to him, face in the juncture of his neck. Hiding with him instead of from him.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” You relax at the pet name, your body going lax against his own as you start to fall asleep.

You can’t be asleep for more than 30 minutes before you start to stir. You’re muttering in your sleep as you start to twitch and reach out for something.

Your brow knits and it forms a crease in the middle of your forehead as you start to cry.

“Honey, c’mon,” Finnick murmurs, his hand pressed to your neck in an effort to rouse you. “It’s just a dream.”

His chest aches; he can’t bear seeing you in this state, knowing there’s not much he can do to make it better. Thinking it’s his fault for not getting to you in time.

You scream and wake with a start, wide-eyed and frantic. Your eyes flit around the clinical looking room as you try to gauge your surroundings and reorient yourself.

“Honey, it’s okay. It was just a dream, you’re safe.”

You scramble back and push him away, curling yourself up into a ball at the foot of the bed. Tears paint your cheeks and they shine in the harsh white lights, hiccuping sobs. He crouches a metre or so away, palms up, arms outstretched in hopes you’ll make contact again.

“Breathe, just breathe,” he says. “You’re okay. I’m here, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You’re like a wild animal the way you look at him- panic-stricken and agitated, frenetic in the way you move.

“Honey, it’s me. It’s Finn.”

You swallow thickly and nod, your body slowly starting to unfurl.

“Finn,” you sniffle, holding out your arms. “Finnick.”

He creeps closer still and you practically throw yourself into his arms, face against the hollow of his throat, arms locked around his middle like a vice.

“I have you. I’m right here,” he says, over and over like a mantra. A promise.

“I don’t wanna live like this anymore.”

“You’re not going to,” he whispers. “I’ll be here until you feel well enough and then we can start planning our life. Together.”

“Okay.”

Your fingers card through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, wet eyes meeting his.

“I love you. I know it now, I can remember that.”

“I love you too,” he says, craning his neck to meet your eyes. “You’re my girl.”

You’re hesitant as you tilt your head up to press a kiss to his lips but he welcomes it, his thumb and forefinger holding your chin in place as he pecks you a few more times.

“We’re gonna have a life of our own, I promise.”

“A life of our own.”

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