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pinkfey · 2 years

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34. bauble w/ ellery!

34. bauble + ellery lux.

setting: deadfire. aloth/ellery centric.

Aloth found her on the floor crying.

The storm had thrown the ship into chaos above deck, and the quarters below did not fair much better. The ship lurching so suddenly his books came toppling off their shelves should have been a warning for the impending storm, but Aloth had still been surprised to see the downpour of torrential rain that awaited them on the deck. All hands went to work strapping cargo down and hoisting, and Ellery in the middle of it all as fearless as ever, the rain beating against her as she attempted to calm the near-black clouds. Just the sight of her—her arms raised high and her figure completely drenched as she soothed the sky—had been enough to inspire the crew to hold on. And most magnificent of all: it had worked.

Until it hadn’t.

Aloth had not been watching her, nor did he hear her gasp over the rain, but he had seen the retreating clouds thicken once more and return with a ferocity, and when he had looked to where she had been standing, he’d caught a glimpse of her dashing below deck. He had meant to chase after her—and did nearly let go of the rope he had been holding—but Edér hollered at him to leave her.

For hours the crew had struggled to keep the ship together and by the time it was over, Ellery had still not returned. Their companions had bickered about what to say to her, some frustrated, some concerned, but Aloth ultimately offered to find her.

And so he did.

It was a dreadful sight. Her quarters had been sacked by the storm, clothes and furniture strewn every which way, shattered glass on every surface, and the various flowers he’d once watched her happily druidcraft were now dead. But the storm hadn’t caused that, had it? Ellery was on the floor at the foot of her bed, her dress splayed out before her as she sat surrounded by dozens of glass shards, her bleeding hands laying limp in her lap as she cradled something small he couldn’t quite make out.

Her hair was still damp from the rain. She looked at him with tearful, devastating eyes. “It broke.”

Aloth’s heart ached and he smiled softly. “So I see, my friend.”

He gingerly stepped further into the room, careful to avoid ruining anything further, and knelt down by her side. Ellery sniffed pathetically. She curled her fingers further around the object she held.

Her voice was as fragile everything else around her. “Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone is fine,” he assured. The he listed his head. “Serafen could be happier.”

She gave a weak laugh, but Aloth knew her real one when he heard it. He smiled in relief—until her face crumpled.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, and as fresh tears fell, she leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. Aloth hesitated to put an arm around her, settling on placing his hand on the small of her back.

Aloth had seen her like this before, of course, more than five years ago after Defiance Bay. It was an uncomfortable sort of role reversal for the two of them at the time—Aloth never knowing what to do with his hands, or his words, or anything really, because she was always the decisive one, the talker. Aloth was not uncomfortable now, or tense. Just quiet. He knew her.

After some time, Ellery’s shuddering breaths turned to sniffles and she was ready to speak. She opened her hands back up and her small wounds had healed somewhat, just as her druidcrafted decor. Though relieved she seemed to be feeling better, Aloth’s attention fell to the object in her hand, and it dawned on him why she had left in such a panic.

“I thought I could save it in time,” she whispered.

In Ellery’s hands was a palm-sized glass flower—a columbine, she had once told him—of pale pink color, now cracked down the center, with two inner petals broken off, as well as the center. The green shards of glass scattered around them used to make up the spherical bottle she had once kept it in. One piece in particular still had the twine wrapped around it from when it hung from a bar on the ceiling along with all her other baubles. This one was special to her, he knew. It once belonged to a decorative candelabra in her bedroom half a decade ago.

The last piece she had left of Caed Nua.

“Caed Nua was my home,” she said. “My home.” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I know it’s gone but… it’s so far away.” She choked out a laugh. “I don’t do well with distance.”

“Indeed, I remember the letters.” He did not mean for it to be teasing but it wound up sounding just the same.

“Oh, the letters!” she wailed and he was almost afraid she’d begin to cry again. “I kept every single one, you know. I wish I had them as well.”

Aloth held back a smile. Perhaps she no longer possessed his letters, but he still held onto most of hers. The dried flowers she sent along with them had been his favorite part, reminiscent of the ones she used to press into his books when he wasn’t looking. But that was a secret to share with her another time.

“I…” she began. She frowned. “I miss my home. I am afraid I’ll never have another.”

Aloth knew her story well. He tried to imagine the life she’d lived, never sleeping in one place for too long, becoming one with the woodland creatures, then stumbling across a place as valiant as Caed Nua. In a way, he understood her. He too found a home in the most curious of places. Luckily for him, she’s still standing.

“Ellery.” He said her name tentatively, and she sensed the shift in tone. She raised her head from his shoulder to look at him, but with the added pressure of her gaze he readjusted his position. Staring at the broken columbine trying to find the words, he placed his hand atop her own, locking it between their palms. Touch was not always easy for him, but this was.

“Five years ago, you made a home out of a few wandering souls you just happened across. Edér, Pallegina, Sagani, myself… It was more difficult than I can describe for us to leave Caed Nua. Do you know why?”

Ellery blinked at him, eyes wide. “Because…”

“Because home is not Caed Nua, Ellery, it is you.” He shook her hand a bit to emphasize the statement. “Wherever you are, Ellery, that is…” Aloth could not finish his thought then because Ellery looked at him in such a way that he’d wish she’d never stop.

She beamed, tears springing into her eyes once more, but she brushed them away with her free hand.

Outside, Aloth heard commotion as their companions seemed to be arguing as they assessed the ship’s repairs. Aloth stood and held his hand down for her.

“Come now. We have a home to fix.”

#she’s such a crybaby fjdbshdjfdb i love her <33 #tysm!!!!! this was a fun one!!!!!!! longer than i intended and also i’m really rusty when it comes to aloth since it’s been so long #but they’re cute <3 #also i did not proofread so if there are typos u all have my sincerest apologies #letters #narshadda #writing*#poe #pillars of eternity #ch: ellery lux #x: i know that look

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chernozemm · 7 months

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infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #myart #hozier's first light has chemically altered my brain and this is kind of the emotion i wanted to put into this piece #yanno? you look at your loved one and just know with immense gravity that youre GONE youre so whipped its not even funny anymore

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theoldkyokodied · 5 months

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This bloodweave art dump has it all: The price of devotion, the serenity of simple touches, cat to cat communication and iasip redraws with slightly altered dialogue

#bloodweave #astarion x gale #gale x astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #the bw server knows most of these already diakjdhkjkfhksk #i had exams. i still have to write one but after that… i will be a free man once more. ready to draw (hopefully)#i actually have more iasip redraws wips. yes i have recently started to rewatch it. dont look at me

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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golswia · 2 months

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my dear...

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #golswia art #golswia #s3au #crowley knows... one look into those pleading angeleyes and he's gone #(i put them both in dresses)#(aziraphale archangel in a gown is a need)#(a necessity)

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 18 days

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Times Colin looked at Penelope longingly in the 2 1/2 minutes of the trailer.

#i love them #they are so cute #polin #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #season 3 #look at all these looks #we are getting fed #luke newton #nicola coughlan #also what is personal space?#personal space? they don't know her

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spadillelicious · 5 months

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Sunhinged? This guy is no longer connected to the doorframe! /ref

#fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sundrop #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #love death and rollerskates #spadille draws #sun x reader #fnaf sun x reader #security breach au #dca fandom #tw eyestrain #asdgfhfjdhfsjkl I know his pupils weren't visible in this scene canonically but it looked cooler

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mossycobblestonewrites · 18 days

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DC X DP PROMPT #8

Danny is a Justice League member as Phantom. They know about ghosts and stuff, as Danny has taught them things.

Danny, Dani, and Dan are all relatively grown. In their human forms (Dan inhabits a clone body) they all look VERY similar. The Ghost forms of the D's don't exactly look the same, per se, but they do look very similar and it's not because they are all technically clones (though that helps)

There are more than a few days where Danny doesn't want to do JL stuff, and he figures, the JL know about his operations outside the JL, they should know about his siblings, right? Right? Wrong.

Dan, Danny, and Dani constantly swap out for JL activities and no one has noticed. They all think either A. Danny is gender fluid, B. Danny has mood swing and or multiple personalities, or C. Nothing is wrong, what are you guys talking about everyone has their off days!

The Dannies find out and OBVIOUSLY have to make a game out of it because I mean - how does the JUSTICE LEAGUE of all people not notice the difference between THREE DIFFERENT PEOPLE

#dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom #mistaken identity #justice league #stupid justice league #batman probably knows #the three dannys are all grown and look very similar to eachother #both human and ghost forms #i just think it would be funny

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thatfragilecapricorn30 · 1 year

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damn. david was so right for this.

#yes i cut out some of the quote bc i wanted to focus on this part #but mulder checking in with scully #and looking for her opinion even when he knows he’s gonna disagree #is very sexy #david duchovny #the x files #txf #msr #my.txf

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chaos-bringer-13 · 1 month

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I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

#DO YOU SEE MY VISION #please #I'm not getting enough sleep #my brain is obsessed with weird stuff #I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature #I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes #I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand #I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones #I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run #I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny #I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them #I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny #and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible #and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them #just hugs and love and praises #because it would cause so much confusion #this is NOT ghost king Danny #unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious)#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #DPxDC #DCxDP #danny phantom #isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be #could be any crossover if you do want it to be

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