SKFHKSFHKSDJFHFHDSHJ WHO DID THIS
I FOUND OUT TODAY THAT THE FUCKIN
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IT USES MY OLD, SHITTY ASS CALLIGRAPHY FROM LIKE 2017
I just woke up holy shit I'm screeching, only reason i found out is because someone on tiktok needed a screenshot from KYM for the background shot of a video and a follower of mine @'d me like bro this you????
honestly i wish i had the chance to do better but fuck if i know which random KYM contributer absconded my shit
Danny Phantom was a story that built a generation of superheroes.
It’s the story of a young boy that had power thrust upon him and he rose to the challenge. Him and his friends worked hard to keep their town safe no matter how crazy things got.
He fought monsters and gods and even kings but still struggled to balance school and protecting the town. His sister did what she could to help but it wasn’t until after she learned the truth behind his identity that they were able to truly bond as a family.
The story end with Danny going off to college after closing the portal forever. He would go on to be an astronaut and fulfill his dreams.
Jazz wished it was true. She wrote the Danny Phantom books so there would be a record of what her brother had done. That in some small way he would never be forgotten.
If this was done before someone post the link plz
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Damian and Danny are fraternal twins. Both are darker skinned, but Damian got more of Talia’s features while Danny had more of Bruce’s. Ignoring how they got separated and how Danny got to the Fentons, his exposure to ectoplasm, the accident, and ghostliness leeched his skin color to appear white/pale.
Later in Gotham he is seen by one of the Bats while civilian and they are concerned about the Bruce clone. Especially because they are covered in blood (not that they know it isn’t Danny’s blood).
Danny however is on a hunt. The GIW took Ellie and he had hit his limit with kindness or holding back. He may be rusty (he really didn’t get to use his training against the ghosts, they fought too different) but he didn’t forget his League training. He was getting back into shape though after dealing with the minor targets. It’s unfortunate that he needed to go to Gotham since he had no wish to see his bio father and twin but he would go through Hell to get Ellie back.
OP: A father and daughter should trust each other unconditionally (cr 歆歆与老郑)
armand and daniel and ginger bread
Hello!!! This is some fan-art of jaemyun's DPxDC fic Who You Gonna Call?
I don't have much to say, this fic is amazing. I really liked Phantom's design in it, so here we are! I tried to incorporate some of the uncanny-ness of the guy's long arms, and I imagine him being pretty spindly? I also threw some minor head-cannons in there.
The sketches at the end are some visual concepts of Danny, Tucker, and Sam. Definitely gonna rework Sam's design if I have time between college stuff, I don't think the way it is now really looks like her.
Anyway, I am a firm believer in tall Danny(at the very least), that boy is the son of a brick building of a man. Also, I tried to incorporate a little bit of Dan-ness in his face, just because I think it would be inevitable for him not to share some resemblance as he gets older, which is my reasoning for him looking the way he does.
Either way, both Sam & Danny are probably gonna get re-vamped if I end up drawing their Gala outfits from chapter 8. Tucker will probably not, I like how his face turned out.
Blah! Whatever :D! Go read jaemyun's fic, it's amazing! Their characterization is bonkers-over-yonkers insanely good, I cannot state this enough!
tumblr is full of phrases that we are all so desensitized to that they're just normal, but if you say it to a person in real life its so funny to them its a one-hit insta kill
my fave additions from the notes
Walker wouldn't have expected it, but one of the worst parts of being imprisoned by the GIW was watching Phantom suffer through the descending stages of violent obsession failure.
All of them were feeling it, obviously, but for most of them it was a slow decline - the pull of longing, developing over days and weeks into a sharp ache. Ember, ignored and silenced, was lashing out, kicking the glass walls and screaming for attention, even when it hurt. Johnny and Kitty, kept out of each other's sight, pressed against the walls closest together. Walker's whole body throbbed with frustration and self-loathing, needing to return to his territory and drag everyone back with him, away from this place of torture.
But Phantom, not three years dead and with an obsession that demanded that he keep everyone completely unharmed, had declined rapidly. Sure, for the first week or so, he'd been preoccupied with troubles of his own, strapped constantly to a table with hands digging through his insides. But then they'd started to spread out their attention.
At first, Phantom didn't seem to realize what was happening. He cried out in anguish and fear, trying to break open his cell and being punished for it, collapsing under the shock collar's control. Walker could almost see when he figured it out, when he started to clutch at his chest, and scribble constellations onto the walls and floor in his dripping ectoplasm with hands that trembled, trying to ease the pain in his core.
Then he started to curl up and choke on his tears, shuddering in pain whenever screams echoed down the hall. Finally, in between his own turns on the table, he started to shove his hand into his open chest, clutching his burning core directly, moans of pain rising into yells in nearly perfect unison with whoever else was the victim this time.
(Sidney had declined in nearly perfectly unison with Phantom, which a part of Walker hoped the punk hadn't noticed.)
If Phantom wasn't a halfa, he probably would've shattered into dust by now. It probably would've been a mercy.
When the yelling started, Walker almost didn't notice. Phantom, delirious with pain, for sure didn't. But before long, most of the rest of them had stirred to alertness, dragging themselves closer to the glass to peer down the hall. A troop of GIW stormed down the hall without glancing at any of them, and an alarm started going off. Phantom whined and rolled over, his hand buried in his autopsy wound while he shivered. (The scientists had tried stitching it closed, but Phantom just clawed it blindly open.)
"What's happening?" the Lunch Lady croaked. (Youngblood and Phantom were starving, and it was doing her no favors.)
"Prison break," Walker rasped. He recognized the signs. "Someone's here." He'd never imagined that it would be a relief.
Jason had met his fair share of incompetent goons. And incompetent teams. He's not entirely sure if the GIW fall into that category, they did manage to knock him out and drag him here, but it's very obvious they both had been expecting something different.
They had seemed shocked by his resistance to their weapons and equipment, as well as flummoxed by the human biological function of bleeding. Jason was shocked by how easy the defensive tech was to disable, and the very non-human figures locked in the hallway he'd just stumbled into.
They stared at him from behind thick glass, skin white and grey and blue and green. Hair in thick clumps and flame whisps and glowing.
One, woman shaped, colored blue slammed her fist on the glass. "Hey! Hey look at me."
Jason did and something about her brightened.
"Can you get us out?"
"I'm not sure, sorry. It's just me and-"
"Can you get one of us out?" The figure who spoke dressed like a noir detective, down to the black and white color scheme, pressed against his cell wall. He spoke like Gordon, assessing situations from a public safety standpoint.
Jason pegged him as some type of cop, but more importantly a leader. He seemed desperate to help. Jason marched toward him.
As he did so, figures at the end of the hallway came into view. Three children, or child-like beings. The youngest dressed like a pirate, red eyed and staring. A grayscale teen, slumped against a wall, eyes closed. And another teen the color of a photo negative aside from the gaping wound on his chest dripping viscous Mountain Dew. He looked at Jason but didn't see him. Not really.
Still, he repeated the cop's question. "Can you get one of them out?"
One. Jason felt like he could save one. Had the time to break one cell door, help one person out of this complex. But not just any person, a kid. It had to be a kid.
He locked eyes with the cop, who flicked his gaze up and down.
"Ah," he said. "They would start capturing strong liminals, wouldn't they."
"I can save one kid."
"Take Youngblood," the green-bleeding kid said.
"Take Phantom," the adult said, pointing towards the boy holding his chest together.
Phantom bristled. "The others-"
"Need protecting." The cop nodded. "And you're the best protector. But not if you stay here. Not like that."
The teen swallowed, and the hand on, no, in his chest twitched. Jason felt nauseous, watching the kid look down at his chest cavity as if seeing beyond his skin to his heart.
"I don't, I don't think I can leave," he whispered.
He said it with such certainty, Jason immediately blew out the keypad and then fired three shots in the glass. It wasn't bulletproof, and shattered. The kid was free, but he stayed on the floor, leaning against the wall, hand twitching as if forcing his heart to function.
Jason had never wanted to save a kid so bad.
"I can't leave," Phantom repeated, staring at the cop ghost in white.
Jason knew the statement had nothing to do with his ability to stand. He was missing something.
But the GIW weren't prepared for him, and Phantom wasn't either. It was nothing to pistol whip the kid and scoop him. They'd already wasted time.
"Thank you," the grayscale teen whispered, opening his eyes. "I'm glad someone is escaping these bullies."
"Tell him he can protect us once he's healthy again," the cop yelled as Jason booked it down the hallway. "We can last longer here."
Jason would come back for the other kids soon.
Danny awoke, abruptly to a flick to the forehead.
"Ow." It didn't really hurt. It was more just a reaction.
"Stop digging up your giant wound, idiot." A boy in a gray tank top (that looked like it wasn't originally gray) and a domino mask directed.
Dimly, it occurred to Danny that it probably would have been less painful to let his core stay out.
As soon as the star shards had pulled back together into one clean orb, Danny phased it back into his chest, sighing with relief as it seamlessly filled the open wound in his psychogenic ghost half. That relief only lasted for a split second before the pain set back in, reminding him why his core had splintered in the first place.
Danny curled down with a moan, his hands already creeping back to his chest. His core twisted and spasmed in agony, sending waves of stress and frustration through him, and instinctively he wanted to try and physically comfort it, like he would a broken wrist.
"Fuck!" Red Hood cursed, grabbing both his hands to keep him from ripping his physical wound back open. Danny didn't resist, but his hands trembled in Hood's as he tried to breathe through the pain. "I thought that thing was supposed to help you?"
Ough I love a good obsession centric fic. Good soup.
"Most planets spin counterclockwise, but there are a few exceptions. One of these exceptions is our very own Venus. A celestial body that spins clockwise is referred to as having a retrograde direction. Whereas the others rotate on a prograte direction."
This man had the most boring voice in the world, but it was having a positive effect on the boy, so they couldn't really complain. A really positive effect. He was sitting up on his own and everything. And he wasn't even trying to reimpale himself anymore despite the wound being fully within reach.
On the downside, he was completely unresponsive. They tried blocking his view to see if he would snap out of it, but it was like he could see through them. They even tried to turn off the TV and... let's just say the whole room of frozen and the TV is still on.
The birds didn't have much choice but to leave him alone for the time being. It gave them time to prepare for the breakout.
Based on Jasons descriptions of the hostages and Phantoms estimates of which ghosts they might be, there should be Ember, the siren, Walker, the prisonguard, and Youngblood, the pirate. All have crowd/mind control abilities. Skulker is a weapons expert, but he needs a weapon to possess, preferably a robotic suit. Technus also gets power from technology, and apparently, the two can possess the same mechanical body. Johnny 13 and Kitty, they get their power from each others presence. His "Bad luck shadow" and her "Banishing kiss" sound like they can be useful in a full frontal assault if used right. The lunch lady and Pointdexter are both able to empower others, one through food and the other through standing by their side. Pointdexter is also telepathic.
Onto a very big car, disguised as an RV, they loaded Rookie, a pair of concert speakers, a microphone, and a bass guitar.
*Beep-beep*
Tim looks at his wrist screen. "He's moving."
"And it only took, what? Two and a half ours?" Dick grinned.
"It's been six hours." Jason corrected.
The three of them (Cass disappeared at some point) ran up to the room Danny was in. Alfred was kind enough to put their winter jackets next to the door. Inside Danny stood looking dazed like he'd just woken up and was a little confused by all the ice.
"Sorry." He gestured vaguely at the room. "I can only make cold, I can't get rid of it."
"We'll worry about that later." Jason was not going to worry about it. "Are you good to go?"
Danny looked down at his wound. It still called to him, but he could resist now. He raised his hand to his side and tried to go ghost. He glowed faintly, but it faded and disappeared. He was disappointed, but he knew. "I think I have to save some of them first." He pulled on his borrowed sweatpants. "I'm gonna need a stealthier suit."
Dicks eyes lit up at the prospect of a New potential Robin. "We've got just the thing."
No matter how long it could take, Walker never doubted his decision to send Phantom. Ever since he left, Pointdexter has been doing a lot better. Every now and then, Walkers made a point of mentioning how much stronger he looks. In turn, Sydney started telling Youngblood riddles and puns, which evolved into word games like 20 questions, would you rather, and the alphabet game. Walker even joined in sometimes. The inclusiveness helped Sydney and the games, though not satisfying, helped Youngblood. Which also helped Lunch Lady a little. None of this could have been possible if the Guys in White weren't so busy rebuilding and tending to their dead and injured.
Thusly, the world, the dimension, of the Danny Phantom Universe is trapped in the Ghost Zone, forced to be native inhabitants that cannot leave.
The pocket that their world/dimension is filling is slowly healing, but sometimes their planet Earth will randomly pop into existence in another universe, thoroughly scaring that universe's inhabitants.
Ancient Chinese people used sitting tools 支踵zhizhong when they knelt, so it wasn't tiring (they weren't actually kneeling for long periods, since that would hurt their legs).
AKA "Dead on Main idea where Jason Todd accidentally-on-purpose adopts kid!Dani and Dan without realizing their 'father' is literally the High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and the Dead" prompt!
Ngl, this is somewhat inspired by that one family who's cat had another family and they didn't realize until the cat came back in a little outfit.
Imagine 10-year-old Dani in an Etsy Phantom hoodie and 14-year-old Dan with a spiky bedazzled jacket. Jason's like, "What's that?? I didn't buy that for you??" And they say, no, our other dad did!! :)
And then it just kind of morphs into a divorced-parents-getting-back-together trope where Jason casually mentions his "kids' dad" and people just assume he's separated. Why should he correct them? He's never met this "Danny" guy, but he's still Dan & Dani's other dad and they clearly love him. So what if people end up calling Jason "Danny's husband"? (He doesn't know why Constantine called him the "King's consort" that one time and Constantine really didn't have time to explain before Jason straight-up decked him in the face.)
Danny, who's probably in his 20s or something at this point, is just eating ramen when Sam and Tucker bust into his apartment.
"When were you going to tell us you were married to the Red Hood?? The Crime Prince of Gotham?? Danny, you're married to a legitimate crime lord???"
Danny, noodle hanging out of mouth: What??
So, yeah, that's how Danny finds out he's apparently married. Clearly, Danny has to go searching this evil-ass Cursed City for his wayward clone kids and find out who his "husband" is.
picketing terf conferences is OUT, releasing 6000 live crickets into the audience of a terf conference and watching chaos erupt as everyone scrambles to evacuate is IN
it occurs to me that this sounds like a shitpost if you don't have the context that this is a real thing that actually happened in the uk yesterday
If you've never dealt with a loose cricket in an enclosed space, let me just say: this is a form of hell. And I support it. But I switched from feeding my mantises crickets to feeding them red runner roaches for a reason (the reason is noise, it was always noise, so much noise).
I am genuinely terrified of how creative y'all are.
Dpxdc
Danny Phantom become a hero full-time. He joined the Justice League after they help him with the eradication of the GIW and it was amazing, he had a wage, a room in their base, new circle of friends (heroes one).
He had never been happier, even without the support of his parents this feels like paradise in comparison at the beginning of his career.
He loved helping people and with his power, no one ever died under his watch
In the middle of his euforia he didn't realize the impact that his success had on his public image
or more concerning, on the teenagers
He was the emboidement of what every hero should be or wanted to be and this inspired the creation of thousand of fanfic write about him, where he got shipped with practically every heroes
The old generation don't really read that kind of content, or even if they do, kinda ignore the ships with the youngest for their sanity
The more young generation (that included, his new circle of friends), couldn't stop reading
It‘s TIME!
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Lovely sentiment but the way it’s worded sounds like this dude got fucking killed during a little league game
This belongs on the post
In some fucked up way it was kinda funny.
Guy on the run goes to Bludhaven to keep a low profile and catches the attention of a vigilante. The universe is laughing at him, surely.
Everything was fine up until a month ago. Really, it was. Danny had obtained his own shitty apartment and yeah, maybe his dead end job made him want to eat dirt more than usual but everything was fine. There weren’t any eyes on him and now there were. A certain bird didn’t know how to leave him alone.
“Can I help you, Nightwing?” Danny says in a flat tone, leaning his forearms against the rails of the fire escape. He isn’t a cigarette type of guy but if ever there were a time this would be it.
Y’all “critical thinking” does not equal “criticism”.
I am very tired of saying positive things about characters and getting told I need to do some critical thinking (so that I’ll see the characters are actually bad). No. That’s not how that works. I already did some critical thinking and came to the conclusions that these characters are wonderful. Criticism or straight up character bashing is not more enlightened and is not how critical thinking works. “Critical thinking” is not “thinking about all the bad or problematic aspects of something.” It’s looking objectively at evidence, looking at context, recognizing and examining personal biases and assumptions, considering what assumptions and biases are being used in a given argument by other people, etc. Sometimes this process brings up criticisms, yes, but sometimes it also leads to the conclusion that something is actually good despite it being made out to be bad.
I've always read stories where Danny and the Bats end up together in many ways, but one story caught my eye, 'A Heart Worth Breaking', one chapter in that work on a03 has Danny snapping at the Bats for looking into him when he hasn't done the same, and it inspired me to make a prompt similar to that chapter
Danny escaped the horrors of both the GIW and his parents. They cut him open, seen what makes him tick. They run tests on the 'samples' they collect from him. They put him in a room and see what is best to work on him to hurt him. They put him in different Ghost Containment devices that are modified to inflict harm on him. They... they killed those he 'manipulated' (Jazz, Sam and Tucker) in front of him... just to see if he would reveal his 'true colors'.
He escaped to Gotham when the Justice League began a raid on the GIW base he was being held in. None of the heroes had shown interest in the calls coming from Amity, so why now? He wouldn't find that answer, as he just wants to live. He wants to be a person and not a 'thing' to be studied or a hero. Gotham has enough ambient ectoplasm for him to live in, so he had Technus Forge him some identification papers on the digital plane to be "Daniel Jasper Folson".
He did his best to avoid the radar of the Bats and Birds, but he couldn't ignore his obsession. He went out at night as Phantom to try and discreetly help those in need. He failed at being discreet and was discovered by the Bats and Birds.
He wasn't expecting to be requested to help them during some big hits on Trafficking Rings or gathering Intel on the big name rogues that are obviously hiding something behind the scenes. Sure, he only has Nightwing, Red Hood, and occasionally Signal to hang out with, but he's slowly coming to trust the Bats and Birds of Gotham.
He should've known that it was too good to be true. During a quiet night, where he was hanging out with Wing and Hood on a roof, eating Batburgers together, he overheard Oracle and Red Robin tell one of the two with Danny about their progress on finding more information on him or trying to get through the GIW logs kn him.
This causes him to snap on Wing and Hood, saying that they didn't care for him as another being, treating him as a thing to be studied and contained. He stops himself from revealing too much and runs away. He runs away to be with the lesbian couple that both remind him of his sister and best friend in some ways and who have helped him on occasion when he ran into them on the streets, trying to build up enough money to get a home for himself.
He is at their front door, waiting for one of them to open it after he knocked on it, tears still streaming down his face and looking heartbroken. They do let him in and do their best to comfort him. He is just staring blankly at nothing in front of him as the couple trues to get him to talk to them. He vaguely hears Harley tell Pamela something about flowers, someone called B-man, and about himself.
Before he registers Pamela coming into the room with the flowers, he sees one of the Bats or Birds land by the window. It's only after the Bat or Bird almost knocks on the window to be let in when he registered the flowers that Pamela has offered to Danny. Blood Blossoms. His body hurts, and with the bouquet of Blood Blossoms so close to him, his body begins to melt in a grotesque way into a puddle of Ectoplasm, and then thay puddle evaporated into nothing.
But that wasn't Danny. That was a duplicate he sent to Pamela and Harley. He couldn't fully trust them, as they were known to be, on occasion, working with the Bats and Birds, but he wanted to be with people he knew he could trust. And now he thinks that trust is broken, as he connected the dots, seeing one of the Vigilantes go to them, figuring out that B-Man is Batman, and the Blood Blossoms that Pamela had.
Maybe it's time for him to use his Ghost King title to the fullest. He can't trust the heroes of the world because of that trust had been betrayed by the Bats and Birds of Gotham, and he's going to make an announcement to the world.
It was almost a relief, you know? Knowing that they were never really his friends. At least if he's alone, no one can leave him. Or betray him. This was for the best, really. Now, he can't fool himself into trusting again. Danny floated above Gotham observatory overlooking the city. Curled up as tight as he could be. Intangible and invisible, like he didn't even exist. If only.
He looked up at the smog. This city couldn't even give him that much. All it did was take. All anyone did was take, take, take until there was nothing left of him.
It was time he stood up for himself. It was time for him to hit back.
Danny uncurled at the decision. And during this dark Gotham night, a light appeared beneath the smog.
Why should he be the one to hide? Why should he be the one to veer out of harms way?
High above Gotham observatory floated a green glowing boy. As bright as any star. And like the brightest stars, he would burn fast.
Slowly, it descended. The temperature dropped along with him. Soon, he was hovering shortly above the roof of the observatory, and all of Gotham reached zero degrees Celsius.
From his perch, he watched as summer turned to winter.
If all they want is a dangerous monster. He may as well give it to them.
He hugged his legs to him and let out a long frozen breath. The blue tinted white cloud became bigger and bigger as it moved further towards the city. At its exact border, snow began to fall. It was probably the cleanest snow Gotham had seen in decades. If anything, he'd be doing the world a favor by getting rid of it.
The cold stung his cheeks and nose. The tears trickling down his face froze solid. It stung even more, but he didn't wipe them away. It should hurt. He wants to hurt.
In the distance, he hears a crash and screams as the first snowflakes reach the ground, and giant icicles burst out of the ground where they land.
He peeked up from behind his knees at the cries for help.
He doesn't help.
That's not who he is anymore.
A slight creaking sound behind him cought the Ghost Kings attention.
"It was easier, before," Phantom said slowly closed off. "I could keep the cold in, then." He turned to the sorce of the sound. "When someone was worth the warmth."
From just below the horizon of the metal dome, Nightwing climbed into sight. "You can still stop. We can call it even."
"Even?" He spoke in a whisper, but he wasn't quiet. "I'm not the one who needs to earn forgiveness."
Nightwing cringed at the accusation. Did they really go too far? Staying low, he creped closer. "I'm, I'm sorry. We should have trusted you."
"That's not true." Phantom paused and gestured to the chaos unfolding on the city. "That's clearly not true." He floated into a standing position. "I don't need your trust. I don't want your trust."
A chill went down Nightwings spine when their eyes met.
"I was wrong to give you mine." He let his foot touch the roof, and in an instant, a thick sheet of ice spread out from all around him. He looked up at Nightwing, frozen through, with a look of shock on his face.
Phantom slipped through the metal sheeting and into the observatory. He couldn't even turn tangable in there. The whole thing was covered and filled with ice. At least then, no one can disturb him.
Phantom spent hours wallowing at the star maps and research that would now be lost. He mourned the astronomer who was on shift that night. Alone. Just like him. He looked through the framed photos around her station. Unlike him, she had a family to come home to.
He had fully taken stock of his dome when the whole thing started shaking around him. He, of course, stayed was still.
Outside the Batmobile, treked through the ice and slush. This version looked more like a tank than the usual sleek design.
Through a pair of heat sensing binoculars, Red Robin spotted a figure inside the frozen observatory. It was so much colder than the ice around.
What stepped out wasn't Danny, the joke cracking ghost boy who could talk about space for literal hours on end. The gentle soul desperate for a community was gone. In his place was something else. His skin was almost as white as his hair, except his lips, nose, fingers, and toes had all turned dark gray from what had to be 3rd degree frostbite. Two streams of tears stuck frozen to his cheeks. He had dark circles around his eyes, which were only half open.
Fic idea: Unbeknownst to all the Bats (well the BatBoys) Jason encountered a kid trying to become a vigilante (similar to what Steph was doing when she first became Spoiler but with Bruce and Dick's vengeance motivation) and with the help of the girls and Alfred decided to mentor her and he quickly grows attached and after about a year he asks how she would feel if he adopted her.
She says yes obviously and the 2 of them and the girls start making plans to introduce her to the rest of the family. The first step in their plan? The 2 of them go on patrol around the Alley together and Babs pretends to be finding this out for the first time, occasionally sending the bats a blurry photo or 2 for them to guess at and aiding the now Father-Daughter duo in evading the BatBoys.
But on the second week of this everything goes horribly wrong. The kid gets captured and tied up in a warehouse. Jason gets to them with no one else around. His daughter is fine, a little roughed up and a little shaken but she's *fine*.
Then he sees a timer. Almost identical to the one from that warehouse in Ethiopia all those years ago. It has seconds to spare and Jason grabs his kid and runs faster than he ever has before. He's out the door and has thrown her into the bay and is about to jump in after her when he feels the same heat from when he was 15 and gets launched across the water (where his daughter is. She's safe. He made sure of it.) and lands hard in a heap on the pier across from it.
He can't move. He can barely even think from all the pain, nerves he thought were fried years ago flaring in agony. He's about to shut his eyes and embrace Death when his daughter comes into view and she's sobbing and shaking and he can distantly hear her begging him to "Please don't go, Dad! Not you too!" and it takes almost everything he has to rest his barely working hand on her cheek, accidentally smearing it with his blood as he gently brushes away tears with his thumb, and gives her a smile that if it weren't as bloody as the rest of him would be blinding. He tells her he loves her, to not become like him, to trust and love all her aunts and uncles enough for the both of them, thanks her for letting him be her Dad and like that he's gone.
A few minutes later Batman and the rest arrive to the scene of the smouldering wreckage of a warehouse and a girl in an outfit that Steph clearly had a hand in making violently sobbing over the cooling body of Jason. Steph and Cass immediately rush over to comfort the girl while Bruce just falls to his knees and stares, his gaze occasionally flicking from Jason's body to the girl still sobbing into Steph and Cass.
TLDR: Jason adopts an aspiring vigilante kid and dies shortly before he can introduce them to most of the family.
So... Kinda Like Duela Dent?
Jack and Maddie (mostly Maddie) finally publish all their scientific findings on ghosts after a couple of years of working with Danny and talking to Ghost Zone citizens. Lex Luthor immediately shit talks their findings. Being the mature and responsible people they are, Jack and Maddie build a giant robot to smash Lex's face in.
Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz all stood there in silence as they watched Lex Luthor battle against the Fentons, both sides in giant mechas.
The sound of metal creaking and destruction filled the air. The people around them had long since scattered, but were also situated farther away to watch the show.
Superman, from where he was floating in the air, was also watching the fight, looking a tad confused but also very entertained.
“… this is like that one anime,” Tucker said, staring at the metal robots punching each other dreamily. “With the mechas.”
“Neon Genesis Evangelion?” Sam said.
Danny replied, “Gundam.”
Jazz added, “Voltron, maybe?”
The other three hissed at her. “Don’t you dare mention that— that—! That horrible show!” Sam cried, shivering as she hugged herself.
Jazz sighed. “My bad. Pacific Rim, then? Or Transformers?”
“Sure, let’s go with that,” Danny said.
“Wow. Your parents are beating him up with the power of love,” Tucker said.
From a distance, Superman choked on his spit.
They didn’t notice and turned back to the fight, where the Fenton parents were pummeling Luthor’s machine suit, all while screaming insults at him through a microphone.
There was a lot of emphasis on him being lonely and loveless in said insults.
“This is the best day of my life,” Sam said, and everyone nodded.
It was a good day when a billionaire could get beaten up.
AKA "Danny Fenton and Tim Drake go to college at Gotham-U together" headcanon!!
Maybe Danny moved to Gotham to avoid his parents finding out about Phantom and Tim is a part-time college student trying to get his business degree so people stop accusing Bruce Wayne of nepotism after Tim inherited WE. (It absolutely still is, but at least this way Tim is at least somewhat more qualified on paper.)
Anyways, they both took Anthropology as their humanities/pre-requisite elective and they're discussing death rituals, afterlife, etc. Now imagine Danny, officially Half-Dead, and Tim, who's brothers (Jason and Damian) literally died, getting into a heated discussion about spirits.
I also find the idea of them arguing via fucking Canvas (or whatever discussion forum/platform Gotham-U uses) so, so funny.
Imagine it's like 3am;
Danny, insomniac, been awake for 42 hours and popping melatonin gummies like gummy bears, furiously typing: i'm literally THE KING of infinite realms?? i know what i'm talking about, i fucking died
Tim, also been awake for 42 hours, chugging an energy drink, sending a response in 0.2 seconds: Half of Gotham has died at some point. You're not special, dumbass.
Give me "group of scientists losing their minds and climbing over the table to assault one another during scientific conference" vibes!!
And then they get paired up to do a group presentation (and Brad, who they ignore because they're both Experts, so this poor frat dude just slowly sinks into his chair between two sleep-deprived maniacs screaming at each other in the library). But Tim notices something weird about Danny, aside from his insane views on afterlife. Danny... glows? And sometimes doesn't really touch the floor when he walks. They're going to get coffee (so they can keep arguing debating, obviously, not because they enjoy each other's company or anything), and Tim watches as Danny just kind of... floats. Like, he's still walking but he's not really touching the ground.
Danny's hands are also super cold. Tim knows this because he grabbed Danny's hands once or twice (or more) to do... something, idk. But since his hands were so cold, Tim figured he should probably keep holding them; y'know, to warm them up.
And when Tim leans in to ask a question or insult him, Danny's breath comes out almost like a mist. Visibly white, like exhaling a hot breath in winter. Which... what. Holy shit, is his presentation partner actually sort of dead??
Danny, on the other hand, has no idea that Tim doesn't know. He literally said he died? And Tim took it so well, snarked back that he's not special - it was so nice to just feel normal. So he lets his guard down a bit. Maybe isn't as tangible, maybe is a bit more floaty, lets his body temperature drop enough to be comfortable. Doesn't put a whole lot of effort into making himself look so alive (because it's really tiring to pretend to be something you're not) when it's just him and Tim because Tim already knows, right?
They could be friends or they could be more! Whatever floats your boat.
But I could totally see Danny squinting at Tim holding his hand, remembering how Tim bought his favorite coffee, saved him a spot a the library, constantly texted him (because, c'mon, Tim is a bit obsessive and you don't think he'd be texting his new "friend ;)" every minute he has the chance?), and always leaned in super close to "ask a question"...and be like, are we flirting?? Oh, Hells, am I into him??
For plot reasons, Danny could be like, "I can't tell Tim I like him! What if I ruin our friendship? It'll be my secret."
And then, one day, Tim is like, "Hey, I know you're keeping something from me. I think I know what it is." And Danny's like ohshitohfuck. This cumulates into them saying, at the same time, I know you're a ghost and I have a crush on you.
Tim and Danny: *shocked Pikachu face*
Then, Danny's like, "I can't believe I have a crush on a fucking idiot."
I don't know who needs to hear this, but if the phrase "self care" doesn't resonate with you, try calling it "system maintenance" and see if that clicks.
Reblogging to add amazing tags from @meta-theory
#this both makes things more fun and also is a really good analogy#because there are four types of system maintenance and that makes the term much more exact than the nebulous ''self-care''#and therefore much more helpful to those of us who uhhh struggle with nebulosity#for anyone curious the four types are:#1. corrective (to fix current problems)#2. preventative (to avoid future problems)#3. adaptative (to re-adjust to any changes)#4. perfective (to work towards a better system)#I really like this idea I'm gonna make a checklist
Official ominous sign
I was listening to "Creppy old guy" from the Beetlejuice musical and then I remembered "Lolita" by Lana del Rey while I was here and reading DPxDC stuff so…
Danny and Vlad meeting the Batfam.
Bruce knows Vlad is a somewhat harmless weirdo and his kids pick up on it almost instantly, so all good as long as they stay away from him, right?
Well no, because Vlad starts getting even weirder by talking about how one of Bruce's kids looks like his dear Daniel (the emphasis on his raises red flags even in people who don't go out kicking criminals at night), charmingly talking about how nice he is when he's not being a tantruming brat and then he calls the kid and there he is, the much mentioned "dear Daniel" appears, wearing heavily covered clothes (because he doesn't want his ghost wrestler bruises to show, thank you), looking very uncomfortable when Vlad puts a hand on his shoulder and dwarfing himself (he doesn't want to be here, but he's going to do it for Ellie, because she wants to go to school and he just has to avoid ripping Vlad's hand off with his teeth) while seeming to want to say something but noticeably clamming up while watching the older man out of the corner of his eye ("it's Danny, damn it" is what doesn't come out of his lips).
Bonus: someone from the Batfam "overhears" Danny and Vlad talking about a girl named "Ellie" and how Danny only stays with him because of the girl, because one of the two has to be a good father… Danny is 15 years old.
Or if this happens with Plasmius and Phantom I want the Batfamily to freak out because here they are meeting this adorable little dead teenager that almost everyone loves (because Damian tolerates him just because of Cujo, he doesn't like Danny, shut the fuck up) and then there goes the aforementioned teenager spouting things like "Plasmius keeps pestering me to live with him and I already told him that if our daughter ran away from him, what makes him think I'd want to live (heh) with him? " and "Who is Ellie? Oh, it's my daughter (they repeated that joke so much that now it's an automatic answer), it was a surprise, especially because Plasmius did it without my consent but I still love her" and we can't forget "Dan was the product of a horrible moment in my life that I hope doesn't happen and I don't want to talk about, I'll just say that the most shocking thing about him is that although he had things of mine he looked a lot like Vlad".
Danny doesn't say it with bad intentions, but referring to Dan and Ellie as his children helps him to overcome a little bit the trauma of his creations, neither is his intention to make Vlad look so bad, that's totally the other halfa's fault, no one told him to act (and be) like a freak.
I Will Fight To Exist - Design inspired by Malevolent Episode 51.
If you haven’t listened to this podcast, I cannot stress how much you’re missing out on something truly amazing!!!
(All these design variants are available on my Redbubble shop as stickers & pins 💖)
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Another day another hero coming into Danny's space. Danny's R&R pocket dimension has been host to heroes coming and going as they please and at this point he has surrendered to it. The only real issue he has is them asking for help or advice. Sure he's on the level of a multidimensional God but that doesn't mean he actually wants to interfere with the world. He sees the bigger picture and the movements of the universes and knows the full extent of his powers effects on it. Simply put. He helps them in a wrong way and it will mean the aftershocks will ripple across all reality.
Sure it's enough to make a believer to reject all God's when they realize that he has to power to do whatever but chooses not to. But listen Danny is not a god. It's their jobs to manage their creations. Not his. He didn't make any sentient being.
Still, the come asking for help and Danny does what little he can/wants to do(which is little). He makes artifacts. Small and useful things to help like a magical gadget to assist them.
He expects payment of course but that another thing.
Right now he was being badgered for advice by...um what's his face? Umm, green guy? The one with the uh...ring. Yeah him not the other green one with the stupid beard. Danny thought he was cool dude. Not like the other one from that other dimension, ugh. He was an edgy asshole, no wonder no one cared when he died. Danny didn't went want him so he booted him into a new dimension and life almost instantly.
Always the green guy was asking for advice about something.
"The red lanterns have their own reason to exist but is that right? To live in hate? Of course, they are evil but if their leader was vanquished could they turn to better purpose?" Hal asked the floating teen who was half listening as he observed the universe from inside his observatory.
Danny sighed as he adjusted his telescope. The view instantly focused on Atrocitus.
"The question is if anger could be put to good use. Atrocitus wants revenge but you seek him and his lanterns to avenge. One is done in vindictiveness and the other in righteous justice. Righteous, anger, justice, resentment, malice, and desire. These are all just words to me created to describe abstract excuses you make for yourselves. Right or wrong it doesn't matter." Danny sighed.
"Right and wrong does matter." Hal frowned.
"Oh, so you are telling me? The way I see it, it a petty concern because rage will always exist. Who are you to say it's wrong Green." Danny laughed at him like he was talking to a child.
"There is a wrong way to express anger. When you hurt innocent people to get your revenge. And there is a fair way to get retribution to that other people do not get hurt. You should only hold those who have done wrong accountable but punishment should be fair. It should be don't to prevent more pain. Even if no one is happy with the results you shouldn't torture someone because you are hurt. There is a right way and anger isn't always the answer....but it is a part of healing. I won't condemn them for being angry because I understand where it comes from. But their way as it is now is not the answer."
Danny rolled his eyes.
"Great, so you have your answer. Didn't need me to help you did you?" Danny said shifting the viewfinder again back to his previous task "Seriously, if you need validation on whether you are doing the right thing get a sidekick."
Hal got a weird look in his eyes.
"No way. I'd have to demote myself back to a solid corporeal form." Danny crossed his arms.
"But you are still a kid. A teenager at that. I'll take good care of you and everything. What's wrong with going back to being a human.'
"Half-human." Danny corrected "and stop talking before the other ancients overhear and agree."
"Actually, I agree. You need to stay connected to sentient life while you're still young. And you have been rude lately. I think the lanterns will suit you."
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Hal:So this is my new sidekick the Grey Lantern.
Danny:*crewing off his fingers to get rid of the fused black and white Lantern ring he has been fused with*
Bruce: Isn't he the god we have been using as a contact?
Diana: Ancient actually.
Barry: I think he's trying to kill himself.
Hal: Don't worry, he can't. His rings unique oath is about forming a cycle of life and death. He can't die or be revived. He's just stressed, like how a parrot plucks it's feathers.
Scrolling TikTok bc I have not self control and god do I just need some comedy in my life.
Came upon one that made me think about how it’s fairly common in DpxDc crossover fandom that Danny would be thrilled to atop doing Heroics after being adopted into the Batfam bc
“oh thank god there are so many competent vigilantes here. No ghosts? I’m just gonna be a civilian now thanks.”
But; and especially in fics where ghosts fight as a cultural thing, I give it a Week. Five days minimum and up to fourteen before this is Danny latched onto Batman’s cape in the Bat Cave.
I guess this is how Danny will have to let them know he knows about the whole vigilante thing in one of these au's I have bubbling on my writing desk.
Batman; going over pre-patrol briefing: anything else we need to cover?
Danny; who's been tucked up under Batman's cape as Fenton this whole time: (as above video) Mother. Mother, I crave violence.
The Batfam instantly leaps to momentary chaos at being actually snuck up on, which isn't unusual for Danny, but him being in the CAVE is.
Just imagine Danny in his ghost form, silently watching the people of Gotham in the comfort of shadows. People get an uneasy feeling that they’re being watched, and the Gothamites are on guard for weeks, carrying weapons in plain sight or in hiding, and only coming out if needed to. Even the working girls stop their services daily, even though it’s their daily income for living.
Danny, an oblivious folk, doesn’t understand why the people are weary. Is it because of an oncoming villain attack waiting to happen? He doesn’t know. So he starts to become included, fighting off the low crime criminals in the alley, startling both the victim and thief. Danny usually attacks the thieves from the shadows, throwing daggers or fighting them himself with cold fists.
He's so fast, that the victim doesn’t know what’s going on until the thief is laying on the ground, unconscious, the stolen item(s) on-top of the body. This happens for a few more weeks until the Gothamites start to trust the shadows, nodding towards the dark areas even if He isn’t there.
Now, the rumors of the ‘Midnight Stalker’ (Danny) become so widespread that even the Batfam wonder who he is. Batman is suspicious, and tries to find where Midnight Stalker is during his patrols. He sometimes even gets close enough to see a glowing blue eye in the dark, but is either too slow or far away to even catch the man.
Danny Phantom starts to stalk the Batfam, Damian first, because he worries for the obviously younger vigilante. He doesn’t step in on fights, knowing that Damian will win, but will always be ready to fight for Damian.
But does Damian feel Danny watching? Of course, you’re supposed to when being a vigilante to keep watch all the time, even if it’s safe. Never lower your guard down. Damian first tries to coax the Midnight Stalker out of hiding, usually by giving it treats (like candy or snacks.) but when he’s out of eye sight the food disappears, with a tiny toy or wrapper in place of it. Damian is frustrated, and starts to whine about the man to father.
Tim Drake finds out about the stalkings, and starts to become obsessed about finding out– or at least see an appearance– on the Midnight Stalker. He investigates the alleyways Danny stays in, and spies on the man. Now, Danny knows about Tim spying on him right away, but decides to humor him for amusement. At first, Danny worries that Tim will actually find out about him, but still does it anyway because this is the most fun he has had in months.
Danny would usually show an arm or hand when Tim is watching him fight off criminals or thiefs, and if he’s feeling frisky, half of his body. Jason starts to see him too, getting suspicious and even trying to find the man before giving up, it’s not in his own alleyway, so he doesn’t care about Danny occupying the one next to Crime Alley.
Danny latches onto Dick Grayson after a while, still watching Damian like a helicopter parent but doubling down once he saw that Damian would win most of his fights. Dick Grayson is cocky to Danny, doing acrobatics and throwing his Escrima sticks at shadows randomly. Sometimes he hits his target, which is Danny, and will always laugh at the grunts the Midnight Stalker makes when he gets shocked by one of them.
This goes on for a while, eventually ending in ten months or so when Midnight Stalker becomes bored. He leaves, but not before giving Gotham one last parting gift– the death of the Joker of course! Joker’s body splayed against his own blood, eyes in permanent shock and with a wide, strained, grin.
No fingerprints come through when the Batfam checks, it’s all empty, and the only evidence that the Midnight Stalker did was toppling the Joker’s weapons on top of his opened body– just like what he usually does when dealing with thiefs. The Gothamites knew right away when the news showed the Joker’s body first hand, caution tape surrounding the area.
People celebrate with joy, in peace that one of the main villains attacking Gotham was slaughtered in cold blood, a tiny note hidden in Joker’s hair with the words, ‘Goodbye Gotham. - M.S’ scrawled upon it with a little smiley face drawn on the back.
Do people find out about Danny’s identity? No. He kept himself hidden from the outside world, only coming out to play with the mean people hurting his city.
It was only temporary though, a mere thought came across his mind to stay and interact with the people more, but he decided not to. He had kingly duties afterall, and the villains roaming Gotham were soon to die anyway.
Sorry for the out-of-character you might've seen in this prompt! I swear I tried my best, but being a newbie at both the DC and DP universe lore I wanted to be as vague when writing this.
Hope y'all darlin's enjoyed this though!
Batsiblings convince Jason to get himself a cooking Tiktok account, and he gives in. To his surprise, he quickly gains millions of followers and a loyal auditory. The only problem? Jason has no idea that these people came here not necessary for recipes.
Jason: Geez, my followers had been pissing me off lately.
Dick, confused: Huh? Why?
Jason: They keep commenting ATE. Like, dude? Fucking where? I am not eating in my cooking videos. What is the fucking point?
Tim, choking: Oh my fucking God-
Jason, making an angry text post for his followers: YOU ALL. STOP COMMENTING "RAW". MY MEAT IS NOT RAW. I AM A PROPER COOK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???
Cassandra: Maybe it is time to tell him...
Tim, Steph, Duke, in unison: NO
Bruce, awkwardly trying to have a conversation with Jason: Hey, lad, how is your cooking blog is going?
Jason: Uh, people keep commenting cryptid messages. Like, the last time I was showing the right way to tenderise meat for chops because apparently it wasn't clear and someone requested the whole video? Anyway, I did it, and the whole comment section was writing me "in bed, on the floor, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, against the window, against the door"... Like, why would I do that, not in the kitchen?
Bruce, no less clueless: Maybe it some kind of challenge. Kids love trying new stuff in extreme places nowadays.
Jason: Huh. Maybe. Thanks.
Bruce, just proud to have a proper conversation and somehow a help: Anytime, Jaylad!
Damian, who was unblissfully educated on the slang matter by Tim (because it was his responsibility as a big brother to traumatise him), with his eye twitching: ...None of these words were in Koran
ALTI have invested in a quilting lap frame to use for mending projects, especially quilt mending. I find that patching an area and then quilting the patch down really increases the stability and longevity of the mend.
The magenta batik fabric above is patched over a disintegrating fabric from the original quilt design. After patching, I have quilted a simple design through the patches and out to approximately three inches beyond the patched areas.
I have more patching and more quilting to do before this blanket is ready to go back onto my bed, but I am really enjoying the process. The lap frame has made the quilting much more convenient and easy
Slowly brewing ligao梨膏(Autumn Pear Paste) by 乡愁沈丹 （Autumn Pear Paste is a traditional Chinese remedy made from pears and herbs. It’s known for soothing sore throats, relieving coughs, and moisturizing the lungs. It’s especially helpful during dry seasons or for those with respiratory discomfort）
they make me so deeply unwell
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Found this beautiful lamb's wool Lyle & Scott sweater vest at a flea market last weekend! Been wanting a sweater vest for a while and finding one in the colours of the trans pride flag was just perfect.
It had a few holes so I decided to try out Swiss darning, and I think it came out pretty well! I couldn't find any info online about Swiss darning on ribbing, though, so I'm not sure if that's even possible (please let me know if you know!), so the holes in the ribbing are fine with regular darning.
Mend of yesterday: 3/18/25
Don't ask me why I get the most holes in the armpits of my shirts
Slowly brewing ligao梨膏(Autumn Pear Paste) by 乡愁沈丹 （Autumn Pear Paste is a traditional Chinese remedy made from pears and herbs. It’s known for soothing sore throats, relieving coughs, and moisturizing the lungs. It’s especially helpful during dry seasons or for those with respiratory discomfort）
princecodyrah
The evolution of Scooby Doo animation from 1969 to 2015.
End it all
LET IT DIE
What the fuck happened in 2006
shady-mother-fucking-bacon
1969-1971: Let’s see if we can make a show on a budget of 3 dollars
1972-1973: Hey! We have a real budget now! Let’s use it to hire movie stars to make cameos!
1988-1991: Let’s give parody and quality animation a whirl
1988-2005: Guys. Guys. Guys. What if… We put actual effort into this?
2002-2005: That was haaaaaaaaard. Let’s just bank off the previous movies.
2006-2008: WHAT THE FUCK IS A SCOOBY
2010-2013: Let’s reinvent ourselves here. Let’s break the mold. Let’s focus on story lines and character development with less focus on the monster of the week and more focus on an over arching story line
2015: Let’s see if we can make a show on a budget of 3 dollars
full circle
FUCKING S T O P
WAIT THAT LAST ONE ACTUALLY EXISTS, I THOUGHT IT WAS A CUTAWAY JOKE IN THAT FAMILY GUY THING!
I drew a lot of jasons muehehhe
There’s nothing funnier than American Trad Caths revealing that they’re just Presbyterians that think Baroque looks cool
Oh my fucking god all this is too fucking funny. Lucking forward to having an anti-pope in Houston, Texas. Instead of the pointy hat maybe he can wear a white cowboy hat.
I need people to stop being so funny because I can’t keep re blogging this shit
I mean technically the Pope only speaks for God in pronouncing infallible statements when he speaks ex cathedra, which is very rare. Not every word the Pope says is divinely inspired scripture.
they missed each other so much
(just as much as I missed drawing them)
anyways, I'm back!
spent a lot of time finalising my thesis and not really drawing BUT i finally handed it in last week! can I hear a Wahoo! I still have an oral exam to complete but yo, I'm so ready to get back into comics (more on that soon), fan art and also, finally creating content on my Patreon again!
I'm reopening my page on the first of April (not a joke) with more tiers and new rewards! Look forward to new spicy art, sketch requests, and as a new bonus, colouring pages as well as an affordable support tier because damn, the economy is crazy right now Dx
I'm also looking to stretch my feelers into new fandoms and ships so let me know in the comments what other ships you would like to see me make art for! some that I'd like to explore are definitely Hannibal and Arcane :)
Danny Fenton gets sent to Gotham by a worried FrostBite who thinks he's overworking himself. Danny will do no hero work for an entire year on his Yeti doctor's order to let his core heal from overuse.
He was even shipped through a portal to a similar universe with almost exact ectoplasm levels so that his usual foes would not bother him. The plan was to hide as a human in Gotham, letting his poor core get the much-needed rest.
Frostbite's contacts—whoever they were—managed to set up Danny's fake identity, complete with a home to call his own.
Idea.
Danny gets into an even more stressful situation, which causes his medical alert band to go off.
Cue one 8’ Yeti exiting a Lazarus green portal looking to “remove” whatever is stressing his favorite patient out.
Plot twist, the stressful situation is finding out the Bats read his fanfiction about them.
One of them is saving him from some attack. Maybe Red Robin has him in his arms and questions a plot point in the latest chapter. Or it’s Nightwing and he thanks Danny for making him sound hot. Or Red Hood tells him he’s not allowed to die because he left the last update on a cliffhanger. Or maybe even Batman decides to be a troll and tells him the smut was very well done but Mr. Wayne prefers rougher ropes over silk actually.
And Danny. Just. Dies of mortification. Literally. He goes ghost immediately.
Then his medical bracelet beeps and a mechanical voice says “Core stress detected. Assistance is on its way.”
And before Danny can even say “shit, wait no-“
A giant green portal is ripped through space by a werewolf to allow a giant fucking yeti to step through.
Frostbite sees Phantom being held by some guy in a mask and assumes the worst.
Opposite energy of the TWAS I WHO SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE cat.
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Tim Drake is working alone one night when he happens across a summoning a quickly stops it.
Unfortunately for him, one of the cultists get the drop on him, leaving him injured and stumbling into the portal the cultists had just made.
The rest of the bats and birds find out he’s missing, find a convenient camera that shows Tim as RR fall through the portal and start looking for him.
Months pass, they get a lead that brings them to Amity Park Illinois. There’s someone there who looks just like Tim but has no memory of being there lost member. But seemingly appeared here at the same time as Tim vanishing.
Even if the people of this sleepy town say that Tim has lived there for his entire life.
Meanwhile, Danny is living out his unlife trying to get through the rest of Highschool with his friends. Trying to fix a stupid wish he made with Desiree that erased all traces of him from before a few months ago. (He was trying to get rid of a bad yearbook photo) when these weird people start approaching him calling him Tim.
They just won’t leave him alone.
Imagine if Danny is trying to fight someone, ends up without his powers and just Danny and the fam just take him. Steal him away right to Gotham assuring him that he’s not who he thinks he is and stuff.
All the while team Phantom goes into the Ghost Zone thinking Danny is taking some vacation time after his fight or something and they come across RR. Either dead or like now half dead with no idea what’s going on. He’s been in the Zone for months, either dead or recovering from his injuries that sent him there.
Now they need to fix that and find Danny.
So, um... this is not the crazy rich vampire who usually kidnaps him... and he doesn't know what to do now.
Is this the consequence Desiree intended? Or is it more of a natural consequence? He thought not being able to get his learners permit was the consequence.
Okay I’m currently furious that migraines are often so blindly easy to treat and I had to find this out myself at the age of 26 when I’ve been to a neurologist since I was 11 lol so I’m about to teach you two neat and fast little tricks to deal with pain!
The first is the sternocleidomastoid muscle, or the SCM muscle.
This big red section is responsible for pain around the eye, cheekbone, and jaw, as well as some temple pain. Literally all you have to do is angle your head down a little, angle it away from the side that hurts, and then you can gently pinch and rub that muscle. I find it best to start at the bottom and travel upwards. The relief is so immediate! You can increase pressure as you feel comfortable doing so.
Here is a short and easy video showing this in action
The second is a fast and easy stretch that soothes your vagus nerve, which is the nerve responsible for calming you down. The vagus nerve, for those unfamiliar, is stimulated by deep breathing such as yawning, sighing, singing, or taking a deep breath to calm your anger in a tense situation.
You can stretch this out by sitting up as straight as possible (this does not have to be perfect to work) and interlacing your fingers. Put your hands on the back of your head with your thumbs going down the sides of your neck and, while keeping your face forward, look all the way to one side with just your eyes. Hold that until you feel the urge to breathe deeply or yawn, or until you can tell there’s a change. Then do the same thing on the other side. When you put your arms down, you should clearly be able to turn your head farther in both directions. If the first session doesn’t get rid of your migraine, rest and repeat as many times as necessary. I even get a little fancy with it and roll my eyes up and down along the outer edge sometimes to stretch as much as I can.
If you need a visual here’s a good video on it. I know some of the language they use seems questionable but this is real and simple science and should not be discarded because it’s been adopted by the trendy wellness crowd!
I seriously cannot believe I didn’t hear a word of this from any doctor in my life. Additionally, if you get frequent recurring migraines, you may want to see a dietician. Migraines can be caused by foods containing histamines, lectin, etc. and can also be caused by high blood pressure in specific situations such as exercise, stress, and even sex.
If any of this information helps you I’d love to hear it btw! It’s so so fast and easy to do. Good luck!
*currently suffering from a horrible migraine. Tries this*
What. The fuck.
@thebibliosphere here might be the cause of some of your migraines!
It is, actually! My sternocleidomastoid was one of the muscles that tore badly after my chiropractic injury. Rehab is slow going.
Thank you so much for this @thebibliosphere
Thank the op! And also just because some people are being a bit unkind in the notes and telling people that if this works for you, you don’t have migraines you have tension headaches:
Cervicogenic headaches are a thing and are just as debilitating and are not just simple tension headaches and are often sometimes lumped under the umbrella of migraine disorder.
They are caused by muscle dysfunction and damage to the nerves in the neck/base of the skull and they often represent as typical migraines in terms of pain intensity, pain pathways and also the longevity of the attacks. They can also cause nausea, vomiting and a whole host of other symptoms that are typically treated with migraines targeted drugs.
They can also become chronic or episodic depending on the cause and also result in the development of other chronic pain and neurological disorders such as occipital neuralgia which can also feel like a migraine and often trigger the brain into experiencing the exact same symptoms due to following the occipital pathway which is the most common representation and cause of migraine pain and other symptoms.
You’re migraines might not be caused by muscle dysfunction, but for a lot of people it is a contributing factor or even a symptom of migraine itself as migraines can cause the muscles in the neck to tense up in response to the misfires going on in the brain during an attack, leading to other problems like the above mentioned.
My occipital neuralgia was likely caused by many facets of my neck injury, but my neurologist and pain specialist both agree my migraines going from episodic to chronic was also a part in it because of how my body tenses up during migraines. The migraine aggravates my neck injury, which then causes the muscles around my skull to crunch the occipital nerve, leading to occipital neuralgia which now causes me to have daily migraines if I can’t get my neck to give up the death grip it has on my skull.
Sometimes I can do this with stretches and massage which can lessen the pain. Other times I’m in the ER getting shot full of IV anti-seizure meds because it’s the only thing that calms down the migraine which in turn stops the muscle spasms.
Migraines are a complex neurological disorder that represents differently across the spectrum of sufferers. Hell, some people don’t experience pain at all with their migraines. It’s a weird fucking disease.
I understand the desire to emphasize how much worse migraines are than normal headaches that respond to hydration and pain killers. Believe me. I’m one more “have you tried drinking water?” away from going on a justified murder spree. But we also don’t get to look at stuff like the above and say “well that’s not a migraine” when yeah, actually, it can be.
There’s a reason neurologists will often try sending patients to physical therapy for severe migraines. And it’s because the sternocleidomastoid is a cunt and that cunt being fucked up can make migraines worse.
Yeah, maybe some of the people in notes just have tension headaches. Or maybe some of them have got fucked up neck muscles from their migraines and learning how the neck is involved in migraine management might be helpful for some. Is it going to help everyone? No. Does that mean it’s not a relevant thing to discuss in context of migraine disease? Also no.
I've managed to write and complete an entire fic. Yay me! Updates will probably be weekly or more often if I get impatient. 😅
Rating: E
Chapter: 1 of 8
Summary:
Aziraphale was not expecting any visitors on his birthday. He definitely was not expecting a tall, handsome man with glorious copper-coloured hair and a wicked grin, yet he couldn’t deny one seemed to have turned up at his door.
It was not exactly clear why the man was there, but Aziraphale had a sinking feeling about the whole thing. He was going to be having some very stern words with Anathema when she got back from her honeymoon.
Excerpt:
The problem was when he wasn’t thinking about either of those things his gaze inevitably drifted to the stretch of denim around a tight arse and the flex of a shirt around that slender waist. He really needed to pull himself together and start giving thought to other things.
Like the fact Crowley was cleaning his entire flat, all because Aziraphale had refused to let him do his actual job and had been unsuccessful in attempting to get him to go home.
It was a thoroughly bizarre and unexpected occurrence in his usually boring, pedestrian lifestyle – like something out of a book. Things like this just didn’t happen to him. Perhaps he was still asleep and having some kind of random dream, brought on by eating too much cheese too close to bedtime.
CW: Anathema stomps all over Aziraphale's boundaries in a big way
@goodomensafterdark
Thank you to all the writers at GOAD who encouraged me and also helped wrangle some of the sentences in this fic when they were getting the better of me. There's too many to name and I'd be terrified of forgetting anyone if I tried, but thank you to all of you for your support!
"why is EVERY song about love" I'm begging you to dig just a tiny bit deeper, there's literally thousands of songs that aren't love songs. You don't even have to look for the most obscure underground artists ever, the fucking Beatles of all people have a song about a guy who kills people with a hammer
You can tell this post has breached containment by the people saying "everything is about love" maybe to you, to me everything is about killing people with a hammer
Killing people with a hammer is what makes us human
Queen made a song about a guy killing people on a bus
Just your daily reminder: This is what a post-coital greeting between two FBI partners looks like. Look at that spooky dummy’s goofy, happy face. That is all. Carry on.
#hes like#oh hey scully#i wasnt trying to call every single fucking guy in the entire fbi and tell them that dana scully was off the market because i fucked her#and we’re in love and yes spooky mulder got laid#and ive never been happier in my entire life and god you look hot have i told you you look hot#because you do scully#you look so fucking hot#and god if this is what i get to wake up to for the rest of my life then no one will ever#EVER#be able to get me down#by the way scully do you like my tie#it doesnt have bright colors or patterns#i wore it for you babe#do you like it#do you want to take it off me???
(via @markwatneyandensemble)
defnotmeyo
These are all true statements.
DPxDC Prompt #17
There is a room Danny's Keep he set up shortly after defeating Pariah Dark. It became necessary when the broader magical community realized Pariah had be defeated and therefore a new King took his throne. Danny found himself briefly bombarded with waves of attempted summonings.
Which, the summonings themselves, wouldn't have been so bad. Turns out people can't just drag the King of Ghosts to themselves on a whim. Danny has to actively accept a summoning to get pulled to it. And if he just decides "No," the pull and whispers go away. No problem there.
No, the problem is the offerings. And sacrifices. The things that people put in the circle as payment for even attempting to summon him. Like having to put a quarter in the payphone just to listen to it ring and ring and ring as the person on the other end of the call doesn't pick up. Since the summoning magic regarded these things as belonging to Danny even if he rejected the summons, they usually ended up just materializing in front of him if he didn't go to them.
Which, okay. It was funny that time he got to end a fight with Vlad very fast when a whole gold bar materialized and dropped on his head. And the food was nice sometimes when it was late and everywhere was closed and his parents had left samples in the fridge to contaminate everything into animation again. But the goat head dropping from the ceiling onto his desk during on of Lancer's English tests was not appreciated. Even if it did get the test rescheduled and the whole school shut down for a few days to investigate the "potentially satanic activity."
So, yeah, it was a bit of a problem. Fortunately, it was a problem with a relatively simple solution. Danny set up an inbox. With a bit of help from Tucker and Pandora, and a couple tips from Clockwork; all summoning offerings and sacrifices would now go straight to the dedicated room in the Keep.
And! As a special touch, the summoners would also get a chipper, automated voice saying, "The Ghost King you are trying to summon has more important things to do than answer you right now. Please leave a message in the circle with your name, date, location, contact information, and reason for summoning. The Ghost King will get back to you at his earliest convenience." Sam's stupid fancy girl gala voice had been perfect for that little message.
It was the perfect solution. Danny no longer had to deal with randomly materializing offerings putting his secret identity at risk. Pariah's skeletons, who had been antsy for something to do now that they were no longer bent under the thumb of a cruel tyrant, were instructed to take care of all the offerings; making sure everything was always cleaned up and put away. And all Danny had to do was stop by periodically to check in and "Officially respond" -ie, write a fuck off note- to the summoning messages (Clockwork's insistence).
A perfect solution. Up until Danny checked in one day to find the skellies pampering a whole ass boy. No. Not just any boy. Danny recognizes that costume.
"Why is Robin here?"
Being Kidnapped for summonings was a risk most hero's faced. Though the normal process was for absolutely nothing to happen with whatever ritual the cultists tried. Whether because the cultists didn't have a valid summoning ritual, didn't perform it correctly, didn't have the magic needed to complete the ritual, or just old fashion being stopped before completing it.
Add on the fact the vast majority of the time they are not a direct sacrifice in the ritual but a bribe or host for after whatever they want to summon arrives Batman could say this was a new and unpleasant turn of events.
Robin was kidnapped by cultists and he actually had to call in nightwing from bludhaven. They got to the warehouse to see Jason still in his Robin costume and mask tied up inside the circle and the cultists chanting. They immediatly descend onto the cultists but they finished the ritual before either could make contact. The ritual circle flashes bright green and Robin is gone.
The cultists start cheering as Batman and Nightwing detained the ones they can. Before they can get even a couple detained though the portal lights up again this time less bright and a chipper female voice announces "The Ghost King you are trying to summon has more important things to do than answer you right now. Please leave a message in the circle with your name, date, location, contact information, and reason for summoning. The Ghost King will get back to you at his earliest convenience."
Nobody can do anything for several seconds as they stare at the circle. The cultists got the Ghost Kings answering machine. The Ghost King has an answering machine. Batman gathers himself first and starts demanding Robins return only for the cultists to start trying to list their requests and names. Fights breaking out even within the cultists as multiple people try to get their desires met. The chaos continues until the chipper voice returns, "Thank you for your message. Please patiently wait for a response." And the green of the portal disapears again. Leaving behind Batman and Nightwing to round up the cultists and try to figure out were Robin disappeared to.
Your favorite pants will button again someday if you just believe.
This must be the hardest perspective I’ve ever drawn, been meaning to do it for a while and I’m quite happy with how it turned out, Scully’s face was a nightmare to do, I had to redraw it like five times haha
Danny Phantom became the king of the Infinite Realms at the age of 16, but even before his crowning, the rumors about him were incredibly. The strength, the intelligence, even his luck couldn’t not be taken lightly. Everyone knows that.
For these very reasons, on the moment the letter requesting a formal meeting with the justice league for a peace agreement every single lord had gone practically berserk trying to find ways to gets his favor
(practically a version of the fic the price of peace, but where instead of being seen as a monster/manipulator/ tyrant, he is well-known for his angelic nature and his rise to power were seen as an benediction or even salvation from Pariah Dark who was on the verge of enslaving them all)
meta incoming… I’m doing the motherfucking thing
Slowly brewing ligao梨膏(Autumn Pear Paste) by 乡愁沈丹 （Autumn Pear Paste is a traditional Chinese remedy made from pears and herbs. It’s known for soothing sore throats, relieving coughs, and moisturizing the lungs. It’s especially helpful during dry seasons or for those with respiratory discomfort）
Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/ Hob Gadling, modern academia AU, rated E
chapter 8 of 16
part five of the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
“Love?” he says tentatively.
Dream very clearly weighs up ignoring him, but Hob’s relieved when his partner turns to look at him. His face looks pinched, his shoulders taut.
“I’m sorry, love. I really am.”
Dream’s eyes flash across his face, as if testing for signs of sincerity. Hob doesn’t think he’s seen Dream do that in some time, not since the fledgling days of their relationship.
Then he nods. “It is alright.” He ducks his head. “I am sorry for snapping at you.”
“Forget about it,” Hob says.
Dream nods, eyes still on the carpeted floor. Then he speaks again, very quietly. “Please. Please don’t tell me I am abnormal.”
Hob’s heart thumps, and even aside from the frustrating fact that his partner is still displacing what he thinks is the real issue, he feels such profound guilt. “I know. I’m sorry, love, it wasn’t what I meant to say.”
Dream nods again, looking disconsolate.
Hob reaches out to trace his partner’s cheek. “You’re not abnormal. You’re perfect. I love you.”
Dream leans in to press his forehead against Hob’s. “I love you too.”
major TW this chapter for discussion of parental emotional abuse, because things are getting real.
read from the beginning here
Finished my canned pink salmon in a can
Just felt like making this cause I always like the designs on canned and tinned fish. Just felt like it needed a fun addition.
Anyway just did it cause I can and cause I had some scrap fabric.
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“bleach” by tite kubo (ch 329)
Love of The Divine Tree (2025)
Danny, staring up at Tim, who currently Robin: okay...so this isn't what it looks like.
Tim, giving dead pan glare: so you arnt breaking into Drake Manor?
Danny, shoulders dropping: okay yeah it's totally what it looks like...but not because you think!
Tim, sighing slightly: so you arnt homeless and thought that since Timothy Drake was recently adopted by Bruce Wanye, and both of his parents are dead you can just move in and live here?
Danny, blinking owlishly: I mean, yeah? I mean, not homeless, and I didn't even know that dude got adopted, like good for him, hope that he is safe and shiz, sucks that he parents died and all but not here to squat dude.
Tim, raising a single eyebrow: then why pray tell are you here?
Danny, kicking at the ground a bit: so like...ugh, so I might be um like...a...fudge what's the word...ah! Psychopomp? Like I am a dude that helps like people's ghosts pass and like keeps em happy.
Tim, squinting behind his mask: the only person that died here is Jack Drake and I assure you, his soul would not be happy going to where he deserves to be.
Danny, holding up his hands: wow lot of misplaced aggression there boy wonder...no I ain't here for him, like him and his wife did like...so much tomb raiding they would make the Victorians jelly. I am here cus they stole some dudes shit and he wants it back...like yesterday.
Tim, tilting his head: so you are here to steal an artifact.
Danny, popping the P sound: Yup, something about some guys clay tablet, he liked keeping his hate mail for some reason, said this one was about how he shorted some dudes iron? Or was it copper... my Mesopotamian isn't the best.
Tim, eyes widening, because he knows *exactly* which tablet he is talking about: Oh...yeah no bro, you seem chill but I really can't let you have that so why don't you just like...walk away and I won't be forced to do something kay?
Danny, frowning: Sames dude, up until that .y guy cus like...I *really* wasn't asking...
Tim, sighing as he extends his bo staff: Try and just like, not hold a grude yeah? Don't need a new villain...
Danny, pulling out an ecto gun and turning it on: I don't know man...I feel like we have good banter.
(They fight, Tim is still training so he is a bit sloppy, and Danny isn't shooting to kill, so it's more of them playing cat and mouse throughout Drake Manor, it ends with Danny stealing the tablet but having to leave the ecto gun, which gets broken when he escapes)
Tim, panting as he watches Danny flee: Fuck...is this what B feels after fighting Catwoman?
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Bruce, rubbing his temples as Tim explains why he was late for training: You tried to apprehend an unknown, with a weapon of an unknown source and power...in the home of your secret identity?
Tim, looking properly chastised: God...yes that happened...he wasn't that bad honestly...was pretty witty.
Bruce developing a twitch in his eye: No.
Tim: No? No what.
Bruce, glaring hard at his adopted son: No falling in love with a villain.
Tim, looking scandalized now: Oh? What is this? Hypocrisy thy name is Bruce Wayne!
Bruce's glare turns into a batglare: Ten laps around the cave and fifty bo staff katas...no villains!
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Danny becomes Tim's rogue, but not really, most of their battles are more each other showing off their new gear/moves they learned.
Danny also is only using tech that his parents made and he upgraded since he really doesn't want to go ghost in front of *Robin*, who is totally not his crush, and the only reason why he won't is because batman would 100% be on his ass.
Danny, pulling a massive creep stick with a nail driven through it out of seemingly nowhere: The new and approved Creep Stick! This time with nail to add tetnus damage!
Tim, watching as 'The Inventor' escapes once more: I hate seeing him leave but by God do I love watching him go...Damn should have turned on the camera just so I can see it again.
Barbara chiming in: Keep the main line PG Robin.
Batman, through coms: Hn...we shall be having words when we get back to the cave
Tim, sipping a soup that The Occultist made: "So like...why were you even here?
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When the Titans tower incident occurs, Tim could only watch in awe as the Inventor, not only comes in from the ceiling with a literal metal chair, and then continues to beat up the guy with a bad Robin cosplay.
Danny, panting as he holds up the chair again: Back I say! Back! My blorbo!
Jason, seething as he actually hisses at this random teen that appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away while cradling his broken arm: You shall rue the day! Jason Todd was here bitches!
Tim, staring up at Danny, face a bloody mess and an adoring look in his eyes: omg he stalks me, this is must what the other guys felt when I did it!
They don't really start dating, it's much more Danny breaking into Tim's house and just not leaving.
Tim, watching as his "arch enemy" is sprawled across his couch, bucket of ice cream in one hand, spoon in another, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, pants and socks tossed haphazardly across the living room and just chilling in his boxers: Now wait a damn minute.
Danny, pausing while looking up from his ice cream (which is actually Tim's, since the boy is rich and buys the good shit), pointing his spoon accusatorily at Tim: Your fucking late Mister! Drag race started half an hour ago and we agreed to watch it together!
Tim, blushing under the Robin mask: Sorry case got good and- wait wait wait, when did we agree to watch drag race together?
Danny, rolling his eyes: when I made breakfast this morning? I even gave you extra strong coffee for your solem swearing that you would be here.
Tim, thinking back to earlier: I just...remember a bright white orb giving me a mug and a plate of food...
Danny, scoffing: this is why I need to drug you to get to sleep more often. Now take off your gear and get over here, they about to choose who shall sashay away!
Tim, nodding slowly: Hope it is that one queen from last episode, that lio sink didn't have any- wait! Ugh you keep distracting me! When did you fucking move in? I don't even know your name!
Danny with a spoon just an inch away from his mouth: Jazz? Yeah I uhh...I gotta call you back...(clicks hang up on his phone) Your joking right? For the shits and gigs?
Tim, shaking his head slowly: No shits, not a single gig my dude, 100% honest.
Danny, who had just arrived this morning since his parents are renovating because Fenton HQ is a glaring OSHA violation, but also who's middle names are "commit to the bit" and "Gaslight GateKeep Girl boss" : Babe we have been dating for like, *months*...d-do ou really not remember?
Tim, existential crisis made manifest: Oh no...I have been mind wiped.
Danny, astounded that worked: Baby I am so sorry...
They "date" for like a week before Danny starts feeling bad that he tricked Tim (who he finally got to see maskless, he had to stop his heart to not show any outward reaction to that, cus like hell he is cute) and wants to come clean but he honestly never had seen Tim more happy nor more healthy.
Danny, sitting across Bruce at the Manor: S-So um...like yeah we um...met at a science convention? My um...my parents were show casing stuff and like...we met there?
Bruce, eyes narrowing because that sounded like a lie: Hn.
Dick, happy that Tim finally felt comfortable to bring his "boyfriend" to dinner: B stop glaring! Your going to scare off Timmy's Bf! God you weren't this bad when I brought over Roy that one time.
Bruce doesn't stop glaring, and it's making Danny even more nervous: Um I uh...need to use the bathroom one sec...
Tim moves to guide him but Alfred waves him to sit down: You really must eat Master Timothy, I did make your favorite today. I shall guide Mister Fenton to the lavatory.
Alfred does indeed lead Danny from the dining room, but the second they are far enough the old butler suddenly has a shotgun in hand, skin suddenly a pale blue and objects around the parlor turning green and floating: While they do try and see the best in others, I do not Phantom, now I must ask you to kindly leave and never contact Master Timothy every again. I shall not let my charge fall for such as the likes of you.
Danny blinking at how he was addressed, a sudden ghostly blue mist escaping his mouth: Oh shit.
They have a ghost fight, all while comically popping in and out of the dining room, making excuses for whyvthe other is gone.
It ends when Tim, finally fed up with why his boyfriend is taking so long opens the door only to see him duking it out with Alfred, fully gone ghost and was loosing.
Such leads to confessions of lies, real feeling and why Alfred has been able to be a spry 60 even though he fought in WWI and it is very much the mid 2010s.
(Danny and Tim do end up together, this time with no lies about a mind wipe, and get Kon and Bart to join their polycule later on)
The host was having a late-night barbecue with friends, which woke up the pet yak at home. The yak was throwing a little tantrum without actually attacking. The host: "I promise we won't disturb you like this again."
Good reveal au, where after learning phantom's identity and realizing the atrocities that the GIW have committed (or alternatively, ethical science au, where they find out the GIW plagarized them), the fenton parents decided to create the 'ultimate ghost-ending weapon' and sell it to the agents.
They go absolutely overboard, describing to the agents in meticulous detail how it evaporates any ghost it hits near-instantly and describing it quite ruthlessly in the blueprints, and soon the GIW have raplaced all their main weapons with the new gun.
Except it doesn't actually kill ghosts. It's the Fenton Bazooka. You know, the one that creates a portable portal to suck the ghost back into the ghost zone? What they actually did was retool it slightly to make it look more grusome than it actually is. They even added a beacon in Phantom's Keep, which all Fenton Bazookas will target when they open a portal, so the ghosts are always delivered to the keep.
From there, Phantom stationed an emergency medical team at the keep to treat the many injured and ragged ghosts that the GIW 'destroyed,' and to explain what just happened.
What they didn't anticipate was that now that the GIW have a mass-produced weapon that they believed would effectively eradicate ghosts, they would go on the offensive. They have a number of cities they've been monitoring but didn't want to get involved in without better tools.
One of those cities is Gotham.
And the Bats are ectocontaminated enough to register as ghosts.
Batman witnessed several of his children get evaporated by green energy weapons within mere moments of each other. He's absolutely gutted. Devastated. They didn’t even stand a chance.
He'll get his revenge, and it's frighteningly easy to track the weapon to private subcontractors. The Doctors Fenton, in Illinois. Their research calls for the genocide of all ghost kind, and apparently, that war started by killing his own children.
His children will not die in vain.
He gets to Amity Park and finds the Engineer's Nightmare of a building that is Fentonworks, but that night, before he can hack through the security and break in, one of the windows opens.
It's one of his kids that he had watched evaporate before his very eyes. They give him a silent signal of one of their identifying security codes and gesture for him to come inside.
Is it a trap? A prank in poor taste? Utterly genuine?
He goes through the window.
All of his dead kids are there, wearing borrowed pajamas and only their dominoes to conceal their identities. Daniel Fenton (son of the Fentons, this is his bedroom, has voiced a few arguments against his parent's views, but still an unknown) is among the crowd of teens and young adults, twirling on an office chair and obnoxiously sipping a capri sun.
"First thing you need to know, Bats," Daniel says after finishing his drink, "is that my parents are absolutely NOT genocidal ectophobic scumbags, and that is the reason why your kids are still alive."
Dark AU, Arkham patient! Jazz Fenton.
Sadly, Jazz Fenton is convinced that her brother Danny is still alive, that Phantom didn't kill him, that ghosts are actually sentient and not necessarily evil. Clearly she was brainwashed by Phantom who was pretending to be her brother.
The GIW graciously don't charge her with the crime of violating the anti-ecto act by protecting ghosts as a kindness to her parents who have done so much good work. She is sent to a mental hospital outside of Amity Park because they think she will recover better away from ghosts.
Well Arkham doesn't know what is about to hit it and Jazz is going to do whatever it takes to escape and save her brother.
This pair of jeans….what can I say? I’ve worn them a lot and they’re my favorite jeans. I like the fit and they’re comfy, but like all clothes, time passes and they wear out.
It was the laundry that took a toll on these. Specifically, the dryer. The fabric is stretch denim. Stretch denim has elastic in it to give it that stretch. Elastane actually. Elastane is what’s used to provide stretch in…
2nd part. Read the inspo post for the actual dialogue, it’s really funny.
Oml this is beautiful! Now i must make a part 2 for this 😍 🤩
Oh, this would be hilarious.
The squad is hanging out in their usual grimy hideout between missions, and someone—probably Harley Quinn or Peacemaker—brings up the debate:
Harley: "Alright, boys and girls, place your bets! Who’s got the deadliest set of pipes—our very own Black Canary, or Casper the Murderous Ghost over there?"
Peacemaker: "Look, I’m all about Black Canary—got mad respect for her. But that ghost freak literally erased a whole city in his timeline. I’m betting on him."
King Shark: "Canary loud. Ghost man louder."
Bloodsport: "I’ve seen Black Canary wreck entire squads with a single scream. But Dan? That thing is supernatural. I ain't betting against magic crap."
Rick Flag (if he’s still alive in this scenario): "Both could probably kill us if they wanted to, so how about we don't piss off the ghost?"
Meanwhile, Dan Phantom is sitting in the corner, arms crossed, listening to all of this with a smirk on his face. He’s amused, but also mildly insulted that they’re even comparing the two.
Finally, after letting them argue for a while, he clears his throat, instantly making the whole room go dead silent.
Then he just says, "I don’t scream. I erase."
Drops mic. Leaves the room.
Everyone just stares at each other, and Harley finally mutters, "Okay, so… bets are off, huh?"
oh god sudden thought
so as per various DC social media concepts Clark has a Superman twitter where he posts left-leaning but fairly safe & tame stuff e.g. happy pride from Superman. Clark Kent also has his own twitter account where he posts his actual opinion.
what happens if uh. what happens if he forgets which account he's logged into.
scenario 1: what's clearly an official Superman post pops up on some rando journalist's twitter and is noticed before he can delete it. leads to controversy when people conclude that Superman has hired this Clark Kent person to do his social media. Clark now has to deal w the fact that everyone thinks he's Superman's social media manager. employers at the Daily Planet very confused as to why he didn't tell them about his side gig
scenario 2: world wakes up to Superman tweeting about how he hates the police
Scenario 2: “world wakes up to Superman tweeting about how he hates the police” and then the Shazam twitter account starts agreeing with him and that’s how the world finds out that two of the most powerful heros both hate the police
Billy, seeing what Superman just tweeted: oh cool we're allowed to say fuck the police now!!
Someone tweets if Bruce Wayne pays taxes, and Bruce accidentally replies with his Batman account with a simple "Yes", so people start to think that besides beating up villains, Batman also spends his time staring menacingly at billionaires while they fill their taxes to make sure there's no creative accounting going on
let's be real here, Bruce "knows exactly one active cop that's not on the mafia's payroll or otherwise dirty" Wayne would be right up there with Clark and Billy tweeting ACAB (from his civilian account so folks think it's a "rich idiot jumping on popular bandwagon" thing)
CAME OUT OF MY DADS PRINTER AT WORK TODAY..........
ALT[image description: a picture of a printed message on a piece of paper. before the message is a picture of pope john paul II smiling and with his hands raised in the air. below it reads:
Hi,
if you're reading this message, it's highly likely that your printer is exposed to the public internet via port forwarding. This means that *anyone* on the internet with some technical knowledge can send print jobs to your printer - or worse, try to exploit it and use it as a part of a global botnet.
If you didn't intend for this, please look into disabling UPnP (Universal Plug and Play) on your router, or remove the port forwarding rule for the port 9100.
~ a friendly catgirl hacker :3
end ID.]
this was not in fact me, but shoutout to whoever the other friendly catgirl hacker is :3
yo, cybersec student here. printers are DEADASS one of the highest risk devices in your home. if you don’t have the technical know-how to follow the above instructions, just at least make sure your printer is disconnected from the internet/turned off when you’re not using it. that will greatly decrease the chances of your printer being exploited.
where the archangels are well aware of The Arrangement, visit Aziraphale more often in hopes of mitigating his loneliness and thereby limiting the number of times he’s turn to a demon for companionship, not knowing that they are pushing Aziraphale into Crowley’s arms in the process.
During the Victorian Era, concerned for Aziraphale’s well being because Crowley has been tempting humans into Lust a particular lot of late, Saraqael visits Aziraphale’s bookshop not long after it opens (after Gabriel brings up replacing Aziraphale with Micheal but before Crowley asks for Holy Water) and has a long talk with Aziraphale about “Not falling for the Demon’s Temptations, no matter how pretty he looks! I don’t care how dashing he is in a tophat or how endearing it is when he swings his cane in circles when he’s happy, Aziraphale, don’t you dare fall into bed with him!”
A little while later, maybe a year or so, but still before the fight over Holy Water, Saraqael gets a Prayer-Message from Aziraphale: “I didn’t even want that from him, but thanks to you, I can’t stop thinking about it, and I hinted at it to him, and now Crowley is running away from me, terrified! This is all your FAULT Saraqael!!!”
Because we don't teach history right.
We teach history like it's a work of fiction where the characters act the way they do because they were written that way. And not like the real world with real people who were just as human as us and had reasons to act the way they do. And that the same mistakes and foibles they had could happen to us too.
And even this history is woefully undertaught. People learn it to memorize the events of the story and then forget about it. They don't learn to comprehend it, they don't learn to learn from it.
This will be a long story, but settle in, because this is important.
I was fortunate enough to have some great teachers growing up, in a small, fairly well-funded school system (and during times when everyone still agreed that fascism was bad). In 8th grade, our school had an interdisciplinary unit for about a month focusing solely on the Holocaust. Every class taught something related to it, even math. For a month, we read horrifying stories and watched documentaries and did research assignments on the Holocaust. By the end, any one of us would have said we were experts on the subject.
And at the very end, our entire grade (about 100 kids) was broken into four groups, and we were told that as a reward for all our hard work on the Holocaust unit, we were going to compete for a trip to Disney World. Only one team could go, but the entire team would get to travel there and spend a few days in the park, all expenses paid.
The competition was simple: the group with the most team spirit would win. We were instructed to come up with a team name, a catchy slogan, and a logo (something simple and easy to draw). We were allowed to prove our team spirit however we wanted. That was it. That was all of the instructions. The competition would last a week, and short of stopping physical violence, the teachers stepped back and let us have at it.
It was terrifying.
At first, everyone just hung up posters in the halls and cheerfully recited their slogan whenever the teachers were watching. Within a few days, posters were being torn down and shredded. Verbal fights were breaking out in the hallways. It wasn't enough to say your team was the best, everyone had somehow decided. You also had to prove that everyone else's team was inferior. People started making up lies and gossip, saying that everyone in a particular group was lazy or ugly or smelly or what have you (we were 13). Slurs were thrown around. (Again, we were 13.)
By the final day, the groups were marching down the halls in formation, shouting their slogan in unison. Shouting slander against the other groups. The floor was covered in tattered paper.
I was shy and introverted and weird and unpopular and mostly stayed out of it. But those images are burned into my memory. These kids had turned into vicious monsters, all for a stupid school project.
The teachers had us march down the hallway to the auditorium to announce the results of the competition. The groups were little armies now. Most students marched in lockstep, shouting their slogans. We were seated together in our groups. The teachers dimmed the lights, quieted us down, and the teacher in charge of this whole project said that before he announced the winners, he had something to share with us about the person who was responsible for this entire competition. He turned on the projector and displayed a portrait of Hitler.
Everyone lost their minds. Kids were booing and throwing things. We knew that Hitler was a Bad Guy.
The teacher calmed us back down, and then explained that there was no trip to Disney World, and the fact that not one student questioned for a moment that such a massively expensive and complicated prize would be granted for such a silly competition was honestly kind of disappointing. This entire week, he said, was our final exam. The final exam for the Holocaust unit.
We had spent a month learning about this. About how this "bad guy" inspired a whole hell of a lot of people to march in lockstep shouting slogans and plastering their symbol all over everything. That one bad guy had told them that they were special, and other groups were trying to take away what was rightfully theirs for being the best, and they ultimately got extremely violent. We had learned all about the Hitler Youth and the SS and book burnings and, of course, the concentration camps. We'd all read the Diary of Anne Frank. We'd been marinating in this information for a month, in all of our classes.
But we hadn't learned. We hadn't really understood what they were trying to teach us. Not that this happened. But that this happens. It can happen very easily, especially if people aren't watching out for it.
The kids were furious. They shouted that this wasn't fair, that we were only following instructions. The teachers had lied to us. They had told us to do this, and now they were mad at us for following directions?
He was ready for this, of course. Calming us back down again, he pointed out that all they'd done is tell us to give ourselves a name, a slogan, a symbol, and demonstrate "team spirit." That was literally it. No one told us to rip posters down. No one told us to march in the hallways. No one told us to spread rumors and shout insults. No one told us to fight each other.
They didn't have to.
All it takes to get people to behave this way is to tell them that their group is special, they deserve good things, but the good things aren't there because those other people are taking them from you.
The Nazis were not uniquely evil people. They were just encouraged to demonstrate their team spirit. And there were no teachers to stop it from getting violent. Because the person encouraging them wanted things to get violent.
The Holocaust was not the story of Hitler the Bad Guy. He was there, and he was responsible for a lot, but that wasn't the point. Germany during the Holocaust wasn't suddenly, by total accident, full of evil people.
It was just full of people like us.
This time, it just was a lie about Disney World and a week of chaos. But if we didn't watch out, the next time fascism started to rise, we would get swept up on the wrong side of it. We had just proven that we would. We'd be too swept up in making sure that our special group got the prize they deserved to notice that we were being lied to about the prize in the first place.
That could happen. If we weren't careful. If we forgot the lesson we'd just learned.
After he'd let the horror and shame and embarrassment and indignation of that week sink in properly, he reassured us that it wasn't our fault. The point wasn't for us to prove that we understood the lesson of the Holocaust. It wasn't actually a test after all, it was our final lesson. The most important lesson.
He'd known that this test would go this way, because it always did. He did this every year. He said in all his years of teaching, only one student, one student, had ever questioned it. Pulled him aside in the hallway and said straightforwardly that whatever was going on was messed up and he wanted no part of it.
And you know what? That is how you teach history. You give students the facts of what happened. And then you show them how easily it can happen again.
Sadly, most schools don't have the resources for this sort of thing, and these days they'd probably not be allowed to run this little experiment. But I'm extremely grateful to that teacher, grateful that I was part of that experience. It was harrowing, and it made me and a lot of other people vigilant for the rest of my life in a way I know I would not have been otherwise.
It was over 35 years ago now and it still makes me emotional to think about.
Most people never got to have that experience, to properly learn that lesson. But at least I can pass the story on to you. And you can pass it on to others. Because if you think you would have acted differently, that you would have seen through the ruse, think again.
I was writing up a long thing about how the left isn’t immune to this logic even though we think we are and lost it. The basic points:
A lot of leftists assume that we’re more flexible than right wingers, and there’s some evidence for this. From studies I’ve read about, we tend to be more open to new ideas and to trying new things, seeing failure as part of a process to make things better. Where people who gravitate toward conservatism tend to fear breaking things, and that failure will lead to widespread immorality and horror, so we’d better embrace tradition before we destroy ourselves.
Which is helpful! But it’s helpful in the way “some vaxxed people will still get covid and it just won’t be as bad” way, not in the “I am immune to scapegoating people because I care about marginalization, and that’s all I need to do” way.
Think of guillotine memes. Very few of us literally want to violently murder Elon, but the idea that his death would suddenly make a bunch of evil vanish is still popular.
Where if we do kill him, there’s still the logistical issue of “now how do we divert that money into affordable housing units?” That’s still gonna take work.
Work you’d still be doing if you’d gone with taxes rather than violence, but in that case, maybe just do the tax thing? Less blood?
And there’s also a tendency you see a lot in ex conservatives, where they still have the “embrace tradition” thing in their brain, but it moves when they get progressive. “*ists are not welcome in this community! We kick those people out!”
Okay, but what happens when those are the marginalized people you’re supposed to be protecting? I work in a homeless shelter. A lot of people are too busy with their own lives to care that we’re trans inclusive even if they don’t like it, but a lot of people “keep seeing that man in the showers” and make no secret of how they dont like this and exhort us to make life so they don’t have to “see that thing.”
I guess you can progressive stack and say the poor black unhoused trans woman has more marginalizations than the poor black unhoused cis one, and not have to think past that.
But I mean, me personally, the case worker? Not as poor, white, housed. Obligated as a prog to help both, if I take seriously that I owe support and help to people worse off.
So im more inclined personally to take from that life lesson that “bigots” aren’t just well off people thumbing their noses at the working class. Sometimes they ARE marginalized people.
Which means you can’t just go “there’s us, not bigots, and them, the bigots, and we’re the good guys.”
Even though people want to. Even though I want to, especially when the trans lady is friendly and kind to me and the people who think her body is SO WEIRD are generally in bad moods.
It’s tempting to EVERYONE. (If people rant about how dare I be nice to a transphobe in the notes, point proven.)
We ALL have to fight it.
Damian: *trying to comb his hair, getting increasingly frustrated because it's not laying straight*
Bruce: *gently pulling him closer to take over*
Bruce: Oh, you got my cowlicks. All seven of them.
Damian: I've always had trouble with my hair, and now im finding out that this is your fault >:(
Bruce: Hey if you're gonna blame anyone, it's probably your grandfather
Alfred: Actually, sir, it would be your mother
Bruce: You're kidding
Alfred: There is a reason she was very fond of hats
Damian: This bloodline is cursed.
Headcanon - Frustrating cowlicks run in the Wayne Family. Martha had them but it was less noticeable with her longer hair, but it's very noticeable with Bruce and Damian. Alfred had taught Bruce how to work with them at a young age, and now Bruce teaches Damian how to work with them and how he can style his hair around it (partially why he styles it so spiked and messy)
I drew a lot of jasons muehehhe
where the archangels are well aware of The Arrangement, visit Aziraphale more often in hopes of mitigating his loneliness and thereby limiting the number of times he's turn to a demon for companionship, not knowing that they are pushing Aziraphale into Crowley's arms in the process.
During the Victorian Era, concerned for Aziraphale's well being because Crowley has been tempting humans into Lust a particular lot of late, Saraqael visits Aziraphale's bookshop not long after it opens (after Gabriel brings up replacing Aziraphale with Micheal but before Crowley asks for Holy Water) and has a long talk with Aziraphale about "Not falling for the Demon's Temptations, no matter how pretty he looks! I don't care how dashing he is in a tophat or how endearing it is when he swings his cane in circles when he's happy, Aziraphale, don't you dare fall into bed with him!"
A little while later, maybe a year or so, but still before the fight over Holy Water, Saraqael gets a Prayer-Message from Aziraphale: "I didn't even want that from him, but thanks to you, I can't stop thinking about it, and I hinted at it to him, and now Crowley is running away from me, terrified! This is all your FAULT Saraqael!!!"
Poor Crowley thinks he’s tempted Aziraphale Too Much because Lust is a deadly sin, and he absolutely does not want him to fall so he’s running for the hills, not realizing that it was an Archangel who put the thoughts into Aziraphale’s previously empty head.
Saraqael is absolutely kicking herself because this was NOT what she intended. She was trying to dissaude carnal relations, not encourage it. But hey, at least the demon’s now keeping his distance?
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ALTMore mending with the corner of this pants pocket. Now that I'm finished with this, I can get back to sock darning cause too many of my socks are falling apart 😅
Been a while since i mended with a spiral.
See you space cowboy.
Damian: Why did Richard quit being Robin and move out?
Jason: He- wait, why did you?
Dick: Joker shot me in the shoulder.
Tim, scoffing: You wouldn't quit because of that, c'mon tell us the actual reason.
Dick: How would you kn- Oh yeah, your stalker years.
Tim: I wasn't a stalker
Dick: Keep telling yourself that.
Damian: Richard stop deflecting the question.
Dick:
Jason: Dick
Dick, sighing: Bruce got really upset and didn't want me getting hurt as Robin.
Tim: You wouldn't listen to that without a fight so do tell what else did he do to make you quit?
Damian, catching on: Did Father fire you?
Dick: He did it to keep me safe.
Tim: If he fired you, did he kick you out too?
Dick: I guess...
Damian: Richard was 17 at the time, was he not?
Jason: Roy mentioned you staying at his place once. Did Bruce not give you a place to stay?
Dick, getting increasingly nervous: I only spent a few nights, and I could make money perfectly fine.
Tim, growing pale: B didn't help you?
Dick: Don't worry, I don't think he'd do that to any of you.
Damian, appalled: I'm his blood son but what difference is there between you and Drake?
Dick: Well, I was going to age out in a couple months anyway.
Jason: Age out?
Tim, dread filling him: The articles only referred to him as B's ward.
Jason: Why are you mentioning that now, there's some more important things to be thinking about!
Damian: ...Was Richard not adopted?
Dick: I'm still here, y'know.
Damian: Apologies, but I require a proper response. Were you adopted?
Dick: I am now.
Everyone:
Jason: I'm murdering Bruce.
Tim, grinning: I have some alternatives in mind
Jason: Oh?
Damian: I shall sharpen my blades in preparation.
Dick, exasperated: stop, please.
Happy late Valentine's Day!
I hope you said to people you love that you love them!
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Tim discovers that Dani's upbringing by Vlad has left some gaps in her knowledge. Weird gaps. (What zebras are, where China is, cannibalism is bad, etc) Not out of malice, or anything. It just didn't occur to Vlad to teach her that stuff.
“Okay. So what’s this?”
Dani stared at the phone, which was showing her a picture of Princess Diana.
“… uh. A pretty woman?”
Tim wrote that down on a clipboard. Dani looked at him nervously, but thankfully, Cassie quickly stepped in.
Cassie said, “No, that’s Princess Diana of Wales. In that picture, she’s attending a party and wearing what’s been dubbed ‘Diana’s revenge dress’ after she found out that her husband cheated on her.”
Dani perked up. “Ooh, hell yeah! Good for her!”
They moved on quickly, hoping that Dani wouldn’t ask any more questions. Bart found another picture and showed it to her.
“Okay, what’s this?”
“…. An alien life form.”
Tim snorted. “That’s a bobbit worm.”
Kon took the phone and then showed it to her. “Okay, what’s this!”
Dani stared at the picture of a gun and said, “That’s a gray 3rd generation Glock 19 with two 10-round magazines.”
Everyone stared at her blankly. Then they looked at Tim, who was already writing it down hurriedly.
Dani frowned, as Bart took back the phone and then said, “Okay, what’s this?”
“…. Another alien life form?”
Very dryly, Kon said, “That’s a chamoy pickle.”
Excitedly, Bart said, “Ooh! We should make you some! They’re really good!”
Dani beamed. “I can’t wait to try it! Da— Vlad never taught me stuff like this!”
“No, only about murder and weapons and how cannibalism isn’t too bad,” Tim muttered under his breath, still writing stuff.
Cassie sighed and patted Dani’s head. “Oh, you sweet summer child, we have so much to teach you. I’m gonna have to call Cissie if this goes on…”
Collab between me and Jeans on a side fic for Teach me. This one takes place after the main story.
It's a Jeans’s Patreon exclusivity, the fic comes with 9 artworks of mine, you'll find 8 of them only on Jeans's patreon and I give you one here :)
https://www.patreon.com/posts/teach-me-fic-and-124992687
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The Kryptonian Question
Danny wasn’t technically a member of the Batfamily. But considering he had been crashing at one of their safehouses for the past couple of weeks and running night patrols with Robin, he was basically an honorary stray at this point. Which is how he ended up at the Watchtower when the Justice League was holding a debriefing.
Danny didn’t expect much to happen—until Superman walked in, took one look at him, and froze.
His eyes narrowed as he turned to Batman. “Bruce,” he said, voice laced with suspicion, “where did you find this one?”
Danny blinked. “Oh, cool, I get to be a ‘this one.’ That’s not ominous or anything.”
Superman ignored him, gaze locked onto Batman. “You know his heartbeat is wrong, right?”
That made Danny pause. He put a hand over his chest, mildly offended. “Uh, rude?”
“It’s not human,” Superman said firmly. “It’s close—but there’s something off about it. Bruce, tell me you did not just bring home an unknown meta without vetting him first.”
Batman, to his credit, didn’t even look up from his data pad. “I know what he is.”
Superman frowned. “And?”
Batman didn’t elaborate.
Danny grinned. “See, this is why I love working with Bats. So good at keeping a secret.”
Superman wasn’t amused. “What are you?”
Danny tilted his head. “A guy who really likes pancakes.”
“Not what I meant.”
“Wow, rude again.”
Superman’s frown deepened. Danny could practically feel the suspicion rolling off him.
The kid’s heartbeat wasn’t human. That was odd enough. But something about it nagged at him—because it wasn’t just different. It was familiar. He couldn't place it exactly, but it reminded him of something.
Kryptonian?
No, that was impossible.
…Right?
Superman listened closer, trying to pick apart what exactly was off about it, but the more he focused, the more the suspicion dug in. His mind whirred, running through possibilities. Half-Kryptonian? A clone? A hybrid of some kind? The lack of information was driving him insane.
By the time they left the Watchtower, Superman was still staring at Danny like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.
Then Danny, ever the dramatic little menace, casually floated up into the air like it was nothing.
Superman stared.
Danny caught his expression, grinned, and gave him a mock salute. “Later, Big Blue.” And then, strategically leaving before Superman could press for more details, he shot into the sky, disappearing into the vastness of space like it was just another Tuesday.
Superman turned to Batman, expression unreadable. “Bruce.”
Batman didn’t look up. “Clark.”
Superman pointed at where Danny had disappeared. “He flew.”
“Yes.”
“Without a jetpack. Or wings.”
“Yes.”
Superman folded his arms. “You cannot tell me that didn’t look Kryptonian to you.”
Batman smirked, finally glancing his way. “I collect strays, Clark. That doesn’t mean I always explain them.”
Superman huffed.
Meanwhile, Danny grinned the whole way back to Gotham, thoroughly pleased with himself.
Superman was definitely convinced now.
And Danny? Danny was going to milk this for all it was worth.
Danny vs. Superman (on Behalf of Kon)
A couple of weeks later, Danny met Young Justice. And by met, he meant he immediately took interest in Kon-El—aka Superboy, aka Superman’s clone—because, well. Having a clone of yourself was a whole mess of weird, and Danny had some very strong opinions about it.
At first, this whole thing had just been funny. Messing with Superman? Hilarious. Letting him think he was Kryptonian? Comedy gold.
But now? Now it was personal.
Because the more he learned about Kon, the more pissed off he got.
Superman didn’t even acknowledge him? Treated him like he wasn’t worth his time? Oh, hell no. Danny knew what that was like—the existential crisis, the what even am I spiral, the feeling of being ignored by someone who should have given a damn. But Danny had figured it out. And Ellie—his own clone, his little sister—was one of the best things to ever happen to him.
Superman didn’t get to just pretend Kon didn’t exist.
So yeah. Maybe Danny had started this whole thing as a joke.
But now?
Now he was going to teach Kon Kryptonian. And they definitely weren’t telling Superman.
Superman Walks In at the Worst Time
It wasn’t until a month later that Superman found out. He had come to Mount Justice for an unrelated reason—probably to ignore Kon some more—when he overheard something that stopped him in his tracks.
Kryptonian.
Someone was speaking fluent Kryptonian. And it wasn’t just one person—it was two.
Superman immediately followed the voices and found—
Danny.
Danny and Kon, sitting on the floor, going through Kryptonian writing exercises like it was a casual after-school tutoring session.
Superman stared.
Danny looked up, met his gaze, and winced. “Oh. Uh. Hey, Supes.”
Superman’s eyes went wide. “You—” He turned to Kon. “You both—” Then back to Danny. “You know Kryptonian?”
Danny sighed, setting his notebook down. “Yeah, that’s apparently a thing I do.”
Superman’s expression shifted, shock turning into something else—something hopeful.
“You are Kryptonian,” he breathed. “I knew it—”
“Nope,” Danny interrupted, standing up. “Still not. Sorry, buddy.”
Superman’s face fell. “…But then how—?”
“I already told you,” Danny said, folding his arms. “I pick up dead languages. Krypton? Kind of super dead. The ghosts knew the language, so now I do too.”
Superman opened and closed his mouth. “That’s… that’s not how languages work.”
Danny grinned. “For you maybe.”
Superman took a slow breath, forcing himself to process that particular mess later. “Alright. Fine. You’re not Kryptonian. But then why—?”
His gaze drifted back to Kon, and it clicked. Danny crossed his arms. “Oh, now you care?” Superman stiffened. “That’s not—”
Danny scoffed. “Look, I don’t care what you think about me, but let’s get one thing straight—you had a literal clone of yourself and decided the best course of action was ignoring him? Seriously? That’s your play?”
Superman faltered. “I… I didn’t—”
“You did,” Danny said flatly. “And I wasn’t about to let him go through the same ‘what even am I’ crisis that I had to deal with alone. So yeah. I taught him Kryptonian. Because you wouldn’t.”
Superman clenched his jaw. “Danny, it’s not that simple. You don’t know what it’s like to have your DNA stolen, to have someone make a copy of you without your consent—”
Danny laughed—actually laughed—and it wasn’t a pleasant sound. “Oh, buddy. You have no idea who you’re talking to.”
Superman hesitated. “…What?”
Danny stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “I do know what it’s like. I was fifteen when someone took my DNA and mixed it with their own to make a clone of me. I was a kid when I had to deal with the existential crisis of ‘what does this mean, am I even real, what does this say about me?’ And you know what I did?”
Superman didn’t answer.
Danny’s voice softened, but his glare didn’t. “I became her big brother. Yeah, it was violating, and yeah, I was freaked out. But none of that was her fault. So instead of treating her like some horrible mistake, I looked after her. I protected her. Because that’s what family does.”
Superman swallowed.
Danny’s glare sharpened. “But you? You’re a grown man. You had the time, the resources, the support to deal with it in a way that didn’t involve pushing Kon away like he was some thing you didn’t want to deal with. You didn’t even try. And that’s what pisses me off the most.”
Silence.
Superman looked at Kon. Kon looked away.
Danny exhaled sharply. “You wanna be mad at me for stepping in? Fine. But I’d be real careful about what you say next, Supes.”
Superman exhaled slowly. “I… I need to think.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah. You do.”
Back at the Batcave
Superman stalked into the Batcave, exasperated. “Bruce. We need to talk. About Phantom.”
Batman barely looked up. “No, we don’t.”
Superman groaned. “Bruce.”
Batman smirked. “Clark, I think it’s time you accepted something.”
Superman frowned. “What?”
Batman turned back to the Batcomputer.
“I collect strays.”
So I churned this out and have no idea where it came from, or if I'll be able to do anything with it, if someone wants to continue or use it for their own works please just tag me ❤️
The Ghost Investigation Ward —colloquially known as either G.I.W. or "Guys in White" by Amity Parkers— had started to become a serious problem for Danny.
At first, they weren’t anything he couldn’t handle. Just a more trigger-happy version of his parents, except with government funding and more manpower, meaning they caused more collateral damage than even Jack’s driving on a bad day. But then something changed.
It started after the passage of the Anti-Ecto Laws in the United States —Danny still wasn’t sure how the G.I.W. managed to push those through. After that, their numbers grew. Their agents were better trained, better equipped, and their aim had actually improved. It still wasn’t enough to pose a real threat—Danny could dodge and lose them with ease—but it did elevate them from an annoying joke to an actual concern.
Then they started capturing ghosts. Not the sentient ones —at least, not yet— but even that was too much for Danny to ignore. He began breaking into their bases near Amity Park, freeing the captured spirits whenever he could. That, in turn, escalated things even further. Phantom was already Enemy Number One to the G.I.W., but now they were hunting him with even more fervor. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, Jack and Maddie took this as a challenge, upgrading their weapons and stepping up their own ghost-hunting game.
All of this meant Danny was exhausted. It was starting to show —at school, at home. Not that Jack or Maddie noticed; they were too busy obsessing over their tech. But Jazz noticed. So did the ghosts who fought him. And against all odds, they started to worry. Word of Danny’s condition eventually reached Frostbite, who took it upon himself to check in on him.
What he found deeply concerned him. The stress, the constant fighting, the sleepless nights —it was all taking a toll on Danny’s core. If it continued, it could have serious consequences. Frostbite urged him to take a break, to leave Amity Park for a while and recover. But Danny refused. If he left, who would protect the town? Who would stop the G.I.W.? Frostbite assured him that he and his tribe could handle it, but Danny wasn’t convinced.
That is, until everything went wrong.
During one of his break-ins at a G.I.W. facility, an agent managed to land a shot —some kind of specialized ecto-weapon that temporarily disabled his flight and intangibility. He had freed the ghosts, but now he was stranded in enemy territory with armed agents closing in.
Desperate for an escape, Danny ducked into a random room —and found himself staring at a car. A Rolls-Royce Phantom Series II.
It was sleek, elegant, and completely out of place in a government black site. The only unusual detail was a strange, robotic, head-like symbol on the grille guard. But Danny didn’t have time to question it. The doors were unlocked, so he jumped in and immediately started hotwiring it.
It took a few tries —and a lot more ecto-energy than it should have— but finally, the engine roared to life. Then something weird happened.
Before his eyes, the Phantom’s pristine exterior shifted —its paint morphing into a sharp black-and-white color scheme, the interior taking on a black-and-green color and with a faint green glow. And then, to Danny’s complete shock, the car spoke.
It sounded confused. Disoriented. Like it was trying to understand why it was alive, when it had been so sure it was dead.
Danny, however, didn’t have time for an existential crisis —his or the car’s.
“Save the questions for later,” he snapped, slamming his foot on the gas.
The car obeyed, tearing out of the base at breakneck speed.
Once they were clear of pursuit, Danny finally exhaled. He transformed back into his human form, only to realize that, somehow, the car transformed with him. It still spoke. It still moved on its own. And it still had questions.
Danny, meanwhile, had one of his own.
Maybe Frostbite was right. Maybe it was time to leave Amity Park.
But where would he even go?
Then it hit him —Gotham.
Jazz had mentioned thinking of going there to study psychology. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if he tagged along? He remembered his parents saying Gotham had an abnormally high level of ambient ectoplasm, which would make tracking ghosts incredibly difficult the last time they had visited the place with them. That could work to his advantage.
Danny glanced at the car.
“Hey,” he said, “you got anywhere to be?”
The car didn't answer him with words this time. It simply rumbled, almost thoughtful.
Danny smirked.
“Yeah. Me neither.”
Looks like they would probably be heading to Gotham after all.
Scarecrow, being the master of fear, would be intrigued by Dan Phantom, expecting some deep-seated terror to manifest. But Dan? He is fear incarnate.
Imagine Scarecrow smirking as the toxin takes effect, only for his expression to slowly shift to confusion… then horror. Dan just stands there, unaffected, before giving a chilling laugh.
"Fear? Oh, doctor… I am beyond fear."
Then, before Scarecrow can react, Dan moves—too fast for the human eye. A clawed hand grabs him by the throat, and the next thing he knows, he’s crashing through walls. A brutal, one-sided beatdown follows, with Dan taunting him the whole time.
"You spend your life trying to break people with fear… but what happens when you find someone who's already broken? No nightmares left to haunt me, Crane—only power."
Scarecrow barely has time to scream before he's knocked out cold.
Batman probably finds him later, webbed up in ectoplasm, muttering something about glowing red eyes and unstoppable wrath.
I recently bought an art book on Caspar David Friedrich, whose emotional work stuck with me since I first saw it in a museum years ago. Over the course of a few weeks, I read about his life and at the same time did studies/interpretations of many pieces. It was a really enjoyable and fulfilling project; here's a good lot of them together :)
I was happy to see many people enjoyed Friedrich's work+my interpretations while posting them individually. It took way too long, but I FINALLY set up a print shop for some of these + some other pieces for those who expressed interest. Thank you so much!
dcxdp fic idea
Danny is the reason Batman has his utility belt. Why he's prepared for 'anything. everything.'
you see, when they were kids, Danny's family took a trip. To study ectoplasm in other cities. They did this alot when Danny and Jazz were little, while they were waiting for funding for the portal to come through or for contractors to finish doing repair work on their home. On this occasion they were gone longer than usual for one reason or another.
Which gave young Danny and Jazz ample time to make friends. They were in Wayne Tower. Their parents in one meeting or another. Jazz found herself an out-of-the-way office in which she could start on the classwork she was missing. Danny found himself in the basement, where all the failed projects went to die. and started tinkering, fooling around.
Eventually a morose boy named Bruce joined him. Though he didn't say much beyond his name. and seemed to do his own work. Though he kept having to stop to get one thing or another, always illprepared for the task at hand when he sat down for the day.
When it was time for the Fentons to head back to Amity, little Danny Fenton handed the forlone Bruce a toolbelt. One filled with more pockets and items than it should realistically be able to fit. One that was promised to 'always have exactly what you need, when you need it"
Years later Danny would be watching the news in his college dorm and see a man in all black with a cape and an extremely familiar vibrant yellow belt, and smile to himself.
Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)
No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card
Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand
Bruce: State your name and purpose.
Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!
Bruce: Your Robin?
Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!
Tim, waves: Hey Bruce
Bruce: Approved, you may enter
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan
Bruce: Your Robin?
Hal: I.... don't have one?
Bruce: Denied
Hal: What?! But-
Bruce: Denied.
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Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?
Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!
Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.
Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man
Wally: Blame Bruce.
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue
Bruce: Robin?
Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?
Bruce:.....yes
Did you make Batman into border patrol?!?! Specifically the Canadian border Patrol cause they don't actually make me want to kms.
Dpxdc
Danny Phantom was slowly come to realizes that he became practically invincible
When he first became a ghost, he had no control over his powers, he didn’t understand them and made a lot an error, some terribly embarrassing.
But the more ghosts he fought the more simple it became.
Even then there were the ghosts tech of his parents, the blood blossoms and other things that could easily be used against him.
Three years after his death, he realized that it wasn’t the case anymore.
He had full control of his powers, he learned way to neutralize every sort of weapons that his parents, the GIW or even Vlad could create, and after a lot of study about magic and occult even the blood blossoms weren’t a problem anymore.
Plus the title of ghost king, that grant him political protection (ghost law were no joke), he couldn’t think of anything with the powers to hurt him.
Not that he wanted to be ended, or use his powers or position for evil, but still it wasn’t something to take lightly.
Nowadays Amity Park was peaceful, his parents and the GIW weren’t capable of doing him any more harm, and he had make peace with mostly of his rougue, so to said that he was surprised when the justice league arrived at his haunt was an understatement.
They also seem to think he was a villain that kept the town hidden to the world (it was the GIW’s fault)
They wanted to exorcise him
Which was absolutely ridiculous, he couldn’t literally be exorcised because he was half alive .
He tried many time explaining that they were being exploited and manipulated by the real villains (nowadays there wasn’t anyone that believed that ghosts were all evil)
There are been a lot of people who tried explaining that too, but that just add brainwashing the city to his crime
He was at his wits end with them, he literally could kill them with a single shot of ectoblast , but he wasn’t an assassin.
Truth to be told he was starting to think that become one wasn’t a bad thing.
In a month of their bullshit, the city was starting to take a toll . He never even attacked them, he just dodged and take the civilians out of the way.
They couldn’t hurt him, but there was always the possibility that they come to realize that he doesn’t wanted any harm on the citizens, and use them as hostages, the only reason the GIW haven’t done that was because they truly thought he couldn’t careless if they died (even if the proves say otherwise).
He tried searching for magical solutions because all the human one failed
He could make them his slave
In this way they would have to leave him alone, he didn’t even need to make anything ominous.
He would just convince their mind that the city was safe and to never disturb him again!!
It was perfect!!!
See you space cowboy.
They besties, brothers really
Slowly brewing ligao梨膏(Autumn Pear Paste) by 乡愁沈丹 （Autumn Pear Paste is a traditional Chinese remedy made from pears and herbs. It’s known for soothing sore throats, relieving coughs, and moisturizing the lungs. It’s especially helpful during dry seasons or for those with respiratory discomfort）
messy mending (‘:
On a fundamental level which I both hate and love you are absolutely not wrong prev.
Someone remade Titanic so it starred their cat.
"someone" is YouTube user owlkitty, and they've done this with a few iconic movies!
Danny: Soooo, how did the new setup look on stream? 👀
Tim: Flawless. Your transitions are smoother than Nightwing on a trapeze.
Danny: Thanks! …Wait, was that a compliment or shade at Dick?
Tim: Yes.
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Danny: Dude, someone in the chat said my ghost puns are cringe.
Tim: They’re right.
Danny: Rude. I thought you loved me for my humor.
Tim: I love you despite your humor. Big difference.
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[Group Chat: "BatFam + Phantom"]
Dick: Wait, Danny’s a streamer? Like… famous famous?
Danny: Yeah, just hit 1M subs last week! 😎
Jason: How do you even ghost hunt on stream?
Danny: I vibe with the ghosts. Sometimes literally.
Tim: [uploads spreadsheet of Danny’s analytics] His audience engagement rate is 37%. Insane.
Damian: You’re dating a YouTuber. Have you no dignity?
Tim: Says the kid with a secret animal rescue TikTok.
Damian: …
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[Danny streaming with Tim in the background]
Danny: Alright chat, today we’re exploring an abandoned warehouse! Should be super haunted.
Tim (off-camera): Or just structurally unsafe.
Danny: …Ignore my very responsible boyfriend. We’re doing this.
Chat: WE LOVE TIM!!!
Danny: I thought this was my stream. 😒
Tim: I saw you fell through a floor last stream. Care to explain?
Danny: Ghost-proof floors aren’t a thing, babe.
Tim: And neither is common sense, apparently.
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[Chat watching a rare collab stream]
Danny: Okay, Tim is joining us for this stream because chat kept asking!
Chat: TIMMMMM!!! 🥰🥰🥰
Danny: What the heck, I’m literally right here.
Tim: [flawlessly hacks into ghost-detection software on stream]
Chat: TIM IS THE BEST. 😍
Danny: I can literally fly.
