#ft. jasmine.
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Headcannons that carry over to almost every if not every DP au I think of (most if not all of them are DP/DC aus)
Danny and Jazz took dance classes when they were little, and Danny was always a dance prodigy. He can dance flawlessly on pointe and can do any style, though Danny and Jazz's main focus was ballet when they took dance classes. They still know a lot about most dance styles.
Danny and Jazz also took figure skating lessons growing up, but only in winter. They both still practice every time they go ice skating.
Danny is trans.
Danny and Paulina are dance partners (or were dance partners before Danny left Amity Park)
Paulina has dragon powers because of the incident with Dorothea's necklace.
Sam has dragon powers because of that incident as well, but hers are weaker due to less exposure.
Sam also has plant powers because of the thing that happened with Undergrowth.
Paulina and Sam both have dragon instincts because of their dragon powers. This means they are both VERY protective.
Ghost hearing is on the same level as kryptonian hearing. When Danny first became a halfa, everything was too loud for him to understand and sounded like white noise. Danny, Sam, and Tucker all started learning sign language shortly after the accident because of this. If Jazz didn't already know sign language, she quickly noticed that Danny wasn't understanding anything he was hearing and started learning sign language as well.
Ghost speech is not a language. It is a power that allows ghosts to understand and speak any and every language fluently, whether they've heard it before or not. But it's like learning every language with the time and effort it takes to learn 1. The power still needs to be practiced for ghosts to use it well. It's a skill.
Danny knew a few languages even before he died, so it was easier for him to learn ghost speech than it was for other ghosts who have that power.
Dani goes by Ellie because it didn't feel like she had her own name when she went by Dani.
Danny and Ellie both have fangs.
Danny and Ellie need more iron in their diets than any human.
Danny is 4 feet tall and will stay that height forever.
Ellie is at least 6 feet tall when fully grown because her growth wasn't stunted like Danny's.
Jazz is TALL
Danny is touch starved af but REFUSES to ask for affection.
Jazz is touch starved too, but not nearly as much as Danny, and her communication about wanting affection is slightly better than Danny's.
Danny gave Ellie a stuffed raccoon shortly after they met. Ellie named it Travis.
Ellie refuses to say the word "raccoon." They are Trash Pandas and that is what she calls them.
Danny has a giant panda plush that was given to him by 1 or both of his sisters.
Jazz has a stuffed red panda that Danny and Ellie worked together to get for her.
Danny is bisexual.
Sam is a lesbian.
Jazz is either a lesbian, bi with a preference for women, or aroace. (Lesbian in most of the aus I think of.)
John Constantine is Danny and Jazz's pseudo uncle, "Uncle JC," who they weren't allowed to see or talk to anymore after he got into a fight with Jack and Maddie about ghosts when Danny was 12. (This 1 is more specific to dp/dc, but most, if not all, of the dp aus I think of are dp/dc.)
I don't talk about these enough, but these are the headcannons going through my head with every, or almost every, story idea I come up with. I think I've mentioned all of these on discord at some point. I don't post all the story ideas I come up with, but many float in and out of my head and repeatedly come back. Sometimes, a possible story idea will be floating around in my head for weeks, and I won't write anything down or talk about it or post about it, and then eventually I either send it to the discord server to talk about, or post it on tumblr. Usually discord. But I only talk about the ones that I can put into clear enough words to talk about them.
#danny phantom#dc#dp x dc#dc comics#trans danny fenton#danny fenton#danielle fenton#jasmine fenton#jazz fenton#dani fenton#dani phantom#ellie fenton#ellie phantom#danielle phantom#detective comics#john constantine#i headcannon danny as 4 ft tall#headcannons
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edinburgh my beloved <3
#little trans flags everywhere which is so important bc i am tired of this city being associated with j*row*ing#jasmine has thoughts#edinburgh#my photos#was soooo happy to be there again for a few days#ft the lighthouse bookshop and lovecrumbs cafe#and the cameo picturehouse
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con finally caught kell but i wasn't fast enough on the screenshot so it just looks like he's checking if kell's day-drunk (possible tbh)
#the responsible one in this relationship is Not the thief who frequently jumps off stuff to see if it will hurt. who knew#kell and conall#charge and all#ft Jasmine the calm archer#i never forget a pawn#dragon's dogma 2
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closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight
where: the polar plunge
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"Here we are—oh no! That face..." Nico couldn't suppress a laugh at the trepidation so clearly visible in Jasmine's expression as the pack and other brave citizens assembled along the beach for the polar plunge. "Come on, it's gonna be fun!" He encouraged as he passed one of the drinks he held over to her. "We've swum in the ocean before, remember? The ocean's our friend! Not a glacier or an iceberg in sight, this is nothing!"
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#postlyn#postlyn art#emily rodda#roddaverse#deltora quest#kirsten of shadowgate#bede of the masked ones#mariette of shadowgate#marilen of tora#jasmine of del#ft.#ranesh of del#lief of del#//#guys i dont know what happened#somehow like#there are parallels#they are not real#dont read too deep#i developed marilen and bede's outfits independently#but somehow the colours and the swoosh vibes are#the same#also i did my jasmine green jumper that i want so bad anyway and then i drew marilen and i was like oh the north lets do some green vibes#and then i zoomed out and was like UH OH#also i did not plan to draw the boys but i couldnt help it
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setting: jasmine’s apartment
who: julian chandler & jasmine st. claire @cantfightmoonlight
“Now I know this is much delayed,” Julian started with a lopsided grin on his face, “But I did not come empty handed. After all — late or not, it’s only right to bring a house warming gift!” At that, the vampire held out a medium sized bag, one with the words “Happy Birthday” in glittery cursive on the front and brown paper sticking out of the top instead of tissue paper. It was his first time swinging by her new apartment, so he made sure to come prepared. “Ignore what it says on the bag… It’s the only one I had. And, ah,” his cheeks rouged at the contents, a fake snake plant he found while running some errands the day before, “I had a real plant originally, but it didn’t last the ridiculous amount of time I’d been hoarding it before coming by, so… I think fake is a good way to go, right? I mean it looks just as nice. And hey, neither you or your roommate will have to worry about watering it — win, win.” He shrugged, keeping his dopey smile on.
Julian had not spent as much time with Jasmine as he would have liked, and now that he was getting more and more used to his new life he wanted to fix that. He did come to Lunar Cove to recuperate their friendship, after all, he felt determined to keep to his original goal. It helped him feel more like himself again. Well… and there was another topic of conversation to be had. He tried to keep Briar-Rose Reed from flashing across his mind, not allowing Jasmine to get a sneak peek to what he was anxious to discuss with her. Swaying on his feet at the entrance to her new place, he quirked a brow at Jasmine. “You gonna welcome me in? Unless you wanna go grab a coffee or something. It’s been a while since I think we’ve been able to chat without a big ol’ elephant in the room, so to speak.” The man had long since let go of any weirdness over his demise and her curse. “And look, we got through a holiday in town without any scary shenanigans, so… What do you say to a little friendly catch up? There’s actually something I’d like to, er, I guess share with you.” He tried not to let his nervousness show, but then again who could blame him? How’d you tell your childhood best friend you were dating their little sister? He had no clue, but he tried not to just blurt it out. Contain, Chandler, contain it.
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location: azra's place
featuring: @azranadir
Not a single moment of the engagement party was good. It had started off with a fight with Azra and him subsequently walking away from her (again) to it drastically escalating to Levi's death, Mei's injury, and Adee's capture. In between dealing with his own mind, that was reeling from it all, to work and visiting Mei regularly, he hadn't seen or heard from Azra since then. Honestly, Ren wouldn't say he was surprised she hadn't reached out, because, well, Azra never striked him as the type, especially that during the weird ups and downs they've had, she never did. To top it all, despite telling him she had a crush, she had went ahead and pushed him away again, solidifying that they're still doing this push and pull. Yet, he finds himself standing at her door. Why, he has no idea. It makes him feel a little ridiculous. But there was something about Azra that had him coming back every time. He hates that they haven't been talking, even though it would probably be better for the both of them if they stayed away from each other, but after everything that's happened, the last thing he wants is to be away from her.
There's a lot he wanted to say at the engagement party that he didn't. He had only partially said his piece, and being in the middle of a crowded venue and with Azra drunk and fiery and clearly acting on every emotion there is didn't help Ren at all, and he had opted to do as she wanted and leave. He still has no idea what had been going on between them and what could've come from it, and he's not sure what's going to happen right now after she opens the door, but what he knows is this: he cares about her way too much and she's in his head too much and he doesn't want to lose her, too. Before all of this, she had been a good friend, too. When she opens the door, he looks at her quietly. "It's not for the best," he says, even before greeting her, referencing what she had said at the engagement party at the end of their argument. It's something he would've said back then, too, if he wasn't so overwhelmed and didn't feel rejected and pushed away.
#╰ ⸻ threads.#ft. azra#anyways#don't match jasmine please#two paragraphs of prose for six words of dialogue#renisms
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passing out for six hours after the black butler inspired birthday picnic was not on the docket but i cannot be mad about it.
#jackal speaks#ft my sisters attempt at a meyrin fit that landed more on bonehilda (sims) it was perfect#and the INSANE sharkcoochie board that was made by a friend who couldnt be there#the homophobic chicken was a surprise addition#+ i wasnt abler to get a photo w my cupakes (i forgor) but that okayy#we had an earl grey#almond oolong#and jasmine tea courtesy of my tea hyperfixated partner and it was so slay#cold brewing go mmmm#kuroshitsuji#black butler
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𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 , knowing that the wounds were still fresh, still tender . " i don't mean to pry -- but , what happened ? with your marriage? i just can't imagine him letting you go ... " they had a long history. started when they were kids , and here they were years later ( failed relationships and marriages in their rear view mirror ) reconnecting in his kitchen. the smell of pasta simmered into the air , he mixed and moved about the kitchen with style. he might have been single , but one thing his mother taught him , was a woman always loved a man who cooked . | @dialsdrnk
#𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 *˖ ⊹ talks ╲ brando .#ft. jasmine#im imagining this is like their second date maybe??? in his kitchen?? low lights and wine idk lmaoo
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i think i have given up on the yard now
there are things planted and we'll see what we'll see, but from everything i've read stuff will either die in the 110F heat or later on in a winter freeze so further $ invested may be a waste
and the only solution is to keep everything as potted-and-mobile or indoor plants
there's already been issues with ants and gnats so the impetus to leave them outside and then bring them in later is now very low
so maybe i will just have a lot of indoor plants - at least i can take them with me when i go
the one pothos is at least VERY enthusiastic and all the greenery is *so* fucking mentally soothing
... i just really want to buy so many more plants and i *have* to stop
#maybe if i liked succulents more or cared about flowers#but what i like is green and leafy and e idently none of that is really happy around here#like i have 'almost total shade' and 'lots of sun' options but nothing that will take those PLUS the stupid heat even with watering#gonna plant the the asiatic jasmine anyway just to see but then i guess just try to keep up with watering#i have two sansevieria a boston fern several pothos two peace lilies (one 3 ft) salvia sage oregano#a very sad dieffenbachia and tiny croton and some rosemary that i think gave up the ghost while the mint *may* be hanging on#got some indoor elephant ears from a kit just starting we'll see what happens and a red anne#the hostas and caladiums will come up or not idk#i just wish i knew something that would grow like these weeds lol thank goodness for the horseherb#i realized that sll i want is the same plants we had growing up but we were in sub-sealevel galveston - basically tropical#so all that won't necessarily like it here - people say hostas don't like austin :/#but we had what i'm pretty sure was the asiatic jasmine out at the front of the house and the elephantears and caladium#around the side with the ivy and the dracaena and the azaleas#everything i see that i like in the nursery ends up being labeled 'indoor plant' here#tempted to try to find some pink mulhy even though it's not 'leafy' just bc it grows here and might live#the palmetto does keep coming back after the freezes so that's something#obviously if i wanted to spend a lot my problems would be easily solved but it's not my house so i'm not buying like .. full shrubs
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@earthwindandraen
A wave of relief washed over Jas as she fazed both them through the wall of the Magnolia Inn. The crisp night air almost felt comforting against the skin. While Jas had wanted to get back at the girl who she once upon a time had considered a friend, she hadn't expected her family to go off on Rae quite to that extent. Did Rae deserve to be yelled at? Sure, but not have log thrown at her. Not when a part of Jas, as much as wished she didn't, could sympathize with why Rae continued to follow Silas' orders. Or at least she used to be able to sympathize. "Hey, you okay?" The question rolled of the tip of her tongue as they were suddenly hit with a sharp gust of wind and, with it, the familiar rush Jas had grown far too accustomed to hit her like a ton of bricks. "Do you feel that?" She asked, the corner of her lips tilted up as the gears in her head began to turn. "What color are my eyes? They're jet black, aren't they?" The rush of adrenaline she was used to, but this was something different. Dark magic for certain, but as she tilted her head back towards the other she realized she felt nothing and she had inkling she knew why or more precisely who was the cause of it. "Did you have anything to do with this or did he cut you out of the plan too?"
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october <3
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Where: Jasmine's Trailer
Who: Jasmine (@cantfightmoonlight)
Poppy knocked on the door of the trailer loudly until it finally opened she gave a smile at her younger sister. “Happy Birthday!” She yelled out with cheer, she pulled a cupcake out from behind her back. “Make a wish.” Using her magic to light the candle on the cupcake and she held it out too Jasmine so she could make her wish. "Also I might have a present or two for you in my bag." Gesturing to the huge tote bag on her arm that was full of different things to help Jasmine celebrate today and hopefully make it greater than the Dance A Thon where they'd watched Julian die.
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closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (jas)
where: lunar cove cemetery
when: a while after leaving magnolia
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Nico finally picked up a recent trace of Jasmine’s trail, and followed it at a sprint. He slowed his gait only momentarily as he rounded the stone walled side of the cemetery, and caught sight of her silhouette in moonlight up a slope nearby.
Dropping off the pack bond for now, gotta focus for a bit, he communicated to the pack. If anyone needs to find me, my last location is the cemetery. I’ll check in again soon. Take care of each other.
He felt their response more than hearing it, a series of echoed reassurance and determination from the rest of his pack. Satisfied that he could take a moment away for himself, he returned from half transformed to full human, and jogged the short distance to her, his heart in his throat. In the low light he could see the inky marks of the dark magic on her eyes, but even knowing what it might mean for her, all he felt was relief that he’d found her. “Jas?” The vice grip of fear was beginning to loosen its hold upon him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His head bent to touch hers, forehead to forehead. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, and began a quick visual and sensory scan, prepared to help with any physical injuries she might’ve sustained. “What happened to the—the spy?” There was a hint of worry in his voice, and his mind. He had an educated guess about why she hadn’t told anyone the things that were happening with regards to Silas, and even though he trusted her, an uneasy sensation settled on his heart like frost—just a touch of it. Enough that the warmth that fuelled his confidence, his belief that they could handle anything together, felt just a little harder to stoke into a full flame. He tried not to think about it, to focus only on this moment, and the ones to come. The promise of a life, built together, built to last, that he wouldn’t let slip away in the chaos.
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location: unspecified
participants: abel fioretti-badeaux & jasmine romero ( @flowcrmusings)
"i can't remember the last time we got to hang out like this," abel smiled as they turned their head to look at jaz. they took care in selecting their words - making sure to phrase it as if they had simply been busy and NOT that they hadn't felt up to spending time with their friends. even in the comfort of their friend, they still went out of the way to keep up their appearance. "i guess this is where you tell me what you've been up to," they continued to smile as they turned to face jaz.
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setting: jasmine and nico’s home, a day or so after the chaos time has been blending for him
featuring: julian chandler & jasmine st. claire castillo??? @cantfightmoonlight
The sky was a pale gray, covered in a thick blanket of rain clouds, and Julian thought there was something poetic to its dreariness when compared to the broken, mangled state of his heart. Distant rumbling of storms, and the gentle fall of rain only added atmosphere to the terrible fog he’d been in since the night at the Emerald. Between triggering his own PTSD at the edge of the dance floor, the horrific events that raged on in the hours after midnight, to Briar-Rose’s hurtful confession, absolutely no moment gave him rest. His every waking moment felt haunted by everything that happened — phantom spasms that caught him gasping for air whenever he heard any form of dancing music, and the ever present searing heartache at the thought of his beloved being kissed by another. It was the worst part of it all, after everything that happened, to finally have a moment to the two of them after barely seeing each other all night, only to find out what had happened between her and her ex-fiancée while he’d been hyperventilating elsewhere. He tried to bury the thought as he noticed the house up ahead. The last thing Julian wanted was for Jasmine to hear it in his mind long before there was a proper moment to talk and explain. So he quieted his thoughts as he walked up towards the front door, no umbrella or rain jacket to shield him from the elements. Just a corded gray sweatshirt, shoulders dappled by the rainfall, and soaked through hair, looking just as solemn as the weather.
Knocking at the door, he waited quietly until she would arrive to greet him. This was the first time he’d been to the home she shared with Nico, and he would need a proper invitation to enter. Julian had wanted to visit sooner, but he’d stalled. This time of year brought back strange memories, buried trauma, and sensations that he didn’t want her all seeing eye always privy too. There was enough turmoil in this town, hers and her loved ones’ lives constantly at stake. The last thing Julian wanted was to burden her thoughts with his own dreadful wallowing. Not when he died for her curse, that wasn’t quite fair of him to be upset about. He made sure to not let these, or any thoughts, show as he waited at the door. Instead, he thought back on grocery lists and random song lyrics, math equations which stumped him into a stupor. Anything but the trauma, his problems, the aching sadness that at this very hour he would usually still be wrapped up in that pretty redhead of his, instead of wordlessly leaving her favorite pastry and go to coffee order on her stoop and dashing just before she opened the door to see him there as he’d done that very morning. He may have been heartbroken, that didn’t mean he’d stop taking care of her as he always did.
Unfortunately that was in his mind when the door finally opened. “Hey,” he said quietly, waving a hand awkwardly. “…I heard you got hurt, I wanted to stop by and see if you were okay. I-I’m sorry I didn’t check in on you that night, I just… So much was happening. And so many people were around you… I didn’t want to overcrowd you.” He soured when he remembered that the unwelcome guest into his relationship had been there with Jasmine too, but he squared his shoulders and tried to give his brightest smile. But it didn’t work, his usual ability to be as pleasantly optimistic as ever was gone. Instead his smile faltered, and he didn’t try to reclaim it. “Can I maybe come in? Chat or something, I could… I could use a little slice of home, ya know?”
#&& convos.#int ft. jasmine#ptsd tw#panic attack tw#all slight mentions#it’s sad boi hours so naturally it’s raining
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