The Four Elemental Power Walks

Hey random but do you have the Danny phantom google drive? I lost my copy sry sry

i looked all over but i can't find it im so sorry king

So close to 2020, I had to do a Meet the Artist.

The Mansion- Oc snippet

The Mansion

              Coming to a stop, the group of seven teens took in giant gulps of air.  A girl with black and white hair let out a ragged breath and said, “We need to get somewhere safe for the night.  Those people are not going to stop looking for us.  We need to find shelter and fast.”

              The boy with spiky yellow blond hair (which seemed to have been electrocuted) spoke up offering, “My house isn’t far from here, Casper.  We could head there for the night, plus my mom might know what to do.”  

The girl, Casper, looked skeptically at him as she replied, “Alright, we can head to your house; but unless we all agree in sharing what happened in the caves back there, we are not telling your mom.  No offense, Quest, but we have no idea if she will turn us in or not, or if she will even believe us.  I know you and Journey might be comfortable in telling your mom, but she is a complete stranger to Zoe, Max, Phoenyx, and I.  I for one do not feel comfortable in sharing what happened in the caves to a stranger, no matter whose parent it is.”  The boy, Quest, started to make a comment, but was stopped by a girl with golden blonde hair that had a blue strip in it.

The girl cut him off by voicing her opinion, “I agree with Casper, Quest. She has a point about your mom being a complete stranger to most of the group, but you should all know that you can trust her. Quest and I knew about this stuff before the caves, and his mom is the one who helped us through it. We don’t have to tell her right away, but I suggest we do tell her at some point as she might be able to help.”

Looking at the rest of the group to try and see what they were thinking, the girl saw a mixture of emotions.  A girl with a lion’s mane for hair showed her fear of the situation they were in, while the tallest boy of the group stood close to her trying to comfort her in a brotherly manner. The girl who had jet black hair seemed to be deep in thought, while the boy with white hair wore a perfect poker face.  Finally, the boy with white hair spoke up, “Since I doubt anyone has made up their minds about what Journey said, I say we start heading over to your place, Quest.  We don’t need those guys to catch our trail and follow us there.  Max, Phoenyx, Zoe are you guys good to go?”  The tallest boy, who also had light purple hair, nodded at his name.  The lion’s mane girl, Phoenyx, nodded as well.  Finally, Zoe, the one with jet black hair, nodded in agreement; and with that they headed off.  Quest and Journey were in the front leading the way with Max, Phoenyx, and Zoe in the middle; while Casper and Orion took up the back.

After a long walk through the woods, the teens found themselves in front of two large iron gates.  As they stood there, the seven looked up to see dark storm clouds rolling over head.  Breaking the momentary silence, Quest said, “We should head inside my house to get out of the storm that’s coming.  I have a feeling it’s going to be bad.”

              Journey nodded in agreement, and soon the group was heading down the drive.  When the house, or rather mansion came into view, most of the group was taken aback as they had never been to Quest’s house before.  As they stopped and stared at the building, it started to rain, at which the group started sprinting toward the house.

              Reaching the door, Quest entered first and was quickly followed by Journey, Zoe, Phoenyx, Max, Orion, and Casper.  The teens were soaking wet from the torrential down pour outside, but they didn’t really notice as they were to busy taking in the massive inside of the mansion.  To their left was a grand living room with a ginormous flat screen TV and Christmas Tree.  In front of them was an amazing double staircase that was separated in the middle to make a path towards the back of the house, and to their left was a music room with all the instruments one could imagine. Most of the group remained shocked until they heard a stern voice call out.

              “Quest Xavier Zander, where have you been?  Oh, hi Journey dear.  I have been worried all night waiting for you.  No text, no call, no nothing from you,” stated the woman, almost yelling.  She hadn’t seemed to notice the rest of the group as Quest meekly stated that his phone had lost charge.  She proceeded to ask, “Why then did you not use Journey’s phone or not charge your own phone?”  

At this point, Quest looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor; but before his mother could go any further, Phoenyx let out a sneeze that caught the woman’s attention.  She finally seemed to register that there were more teens in her foyer than she had first thought.  Quest’s mom quickly scanned the group and saw that they were all soaking wet.  She quickly regained focus and said, “Quest, take the two young men up to one of the spare rooms and lend them some of your clothes to change into.  I will take the girls and have them borrow some to Journey’s spare clothes that she has here,” and with that she led the girls up the right staircase while Quest lead the boys up the left one.

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Here is a snippet from my original story.  I got the inspiration to write it will in my english class.  I hope you all enjoy!

I like to think Lloyd's green eyes are rather eerie, not just in their unnatural colour and glow but also because his powers are in constant motion(pulsing or swirling, whatever) if you look closer

Thank you!!

Three French Hens

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me....

“Three French hens..” Felix commented as he held the box of chickens.

“Maybe this is someone version of a prank?” Marinette offered.

“Ether way it’s an expensive prank” Felix said as he picked up one of the birds.

“Hello Felix!” A voice belong to a witch causing Marinette and Felix to turn.

Just then the hen in Felix’s arm went full crazy and jumped and attacked Lila.

As the two watch Lila ran as a hen ran after her, Felix decided to comment.

“It’s a Christmas miracle”

Marinette couldn’t breath because she was laughing to hard.

Mari I think you said that out loud.

“Interview” 

Tales of mari jane and spider agreste

the artist made this comic without using brain cells.

Get to know my character

Reblog this so your followers can spam your ask box. Have fun! ♥

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? 12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? 13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? 14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. 16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? 18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? 19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? 22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? 23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? 24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? 25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? 26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? 27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? 28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? 29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? 30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? 32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? 33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? 34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? 36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? 37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? 39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? 40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? 41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? 44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? 45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? 48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

Art Block

I got an art block and I thought to do something about it. We’re friends now! \o/

They look great.

They all go to darkleys and are three best friends who like to fck sht up concept art lmao. 

I really like drawing Harumi with her gaga hair.

To the Stars who listen and the Dreams that are answered...

I was listening to Luminary by Joel Sunny when writing this. And saw the quote from ACOMAF.

-- I have always felt connected to the elements, each one in its own different way. But as the days go by, its switches from time to time. I think you feel most connected to the element that you needed at that time. Maybe not the one that you felt like you were. As there are always checks and balances, whether you believe that or not is up to you. But it's what I always have believed.

While I never felt fire as much, it came with the burning passion. The desire to protect those I love, to be fully of fury and love. Contrasting but complementing the watery movement, the fire would stay strong to its path and burn anyone that got in its way, but it also gave off the homey vibes. The warmth on a cold autumn night. The laughter of fire and comfort, a light inside of the darkness, a spark of hope that something was still alive.

Ice has always been tricky. I could feel it in my veins when fear and panic come through. When I am so cold I just want to sleep. But it has its own creative side. Where each snowflake is so beautiful but different from the rest. Where the fun of playing in something so soft and while it might feel like a hundred miles away, imagine a little shop full of elves making toys. Of Jack Frost nipping at your nose, the Guardian of Fun. Of Santa and all of his wonders. Of the amazing designs that frost or snow can create.

Even then, I feel that jolt of lightning come through me at times. When I would touch an object and feel the electricity spark onto me. Where I would imagine it hopping from line to line, filling me with the energy to take part in the activities around me. Seeing that spark of mischievous talent lying in wait. For the right person or moment to set it off. For it to get people excited. To get them moving.

But even then I was never drawn to those elements as much as I thought. They would tickle the back of my mind, letting me know they were there, but not as much as the others did.

At first I thought it was earth, strong and steadfast. Willing to be stand the test of time without ever moving an inch. The leader of the group and the one everyone uses as a pillar of support.

Then I thought it was Water. Constantly moving, shifting and flowing. Blue as the sky and the waves it creates. Powerful but calm, the common sayings of "the calm before the storm" or "There is strength beneath the sea." It was healing and allowed me to follow my own path, and conform to whatever I needed to be at the time. Be a force to be reckoned with.

Next was Air or Wind, whichever people see fit to call it, but I see them as one in the same. I see wind as a presence that gives life to everything. That it's a moving force that cannot be seen, but everyone knows that it is there. That it can be as strong as a hurricane, or spinning as fast a tornado, be as light a breeze and warm or cold when it needs to be. That there is nothing it is attached to, but everything is attached to it. That it is free to do how it pleases, but never once asks for more.

And then comes the Stars, the space between our world and the next. It has drawn me to it in the past while. Lending both mystery and wonder. Darkness and light. Curiosity and adventure. It has this appeal to it that I can't quite explain. As if it has everything that the elements are, but nothing that they are at the same time. For stars can burn as hot as fire, flare and flow like water, turn ice cold when they die. They are steadfast rocks, constant in our sky, lighting up the world with their glow. And even though they are deep in space, their light acts as if it is being blown in the wind, and imaginary force. The stars are peace, they are hope, they are in the darkness and have decided to reflect the light. People wish upon those stars. They send their love and hopes and dreams, in the prayer that they are not ruined. They look up to the stars with stories from old, of brave men and women that represent the constellations above. Who we can learn from their triumphs and their failures.

All of the elements have a place in my heart. In my body. And while it might be hard for people to understand, each element is connected in its own way. Just like each and everyone of us is connected. We just can't see it yet.