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Danny loves being a little shit. He can’t help it — it’s not only part of being a teenager (an undead ex-superhero teenager), but also part of being a ghost. It turns out ghosts aren’t malevolent; they’re just extremely petty and love getting on people’s nerves.
But as a halfa, Danny rarely has the time to indulge in that kind of behavior. Sometimes, sure — but never enough to get the tingle out of his system. Eventually, he ends up asking Clockwork for help.
Together, they come up with a very interesting and simple solution: Clockwork would message him random phrases to say — things that mean nothing to Danny, but for someone else, would make it seem like he knows what they’re thinking, knows about something embarrassing, or has noticed something they don’t want anyone to know.
The Batfam is terrified of him — and of whatever it is they think he knows.
—————
Danny quickly learns that the results are hilarious. A single, out-of-context sentence from him can make even the most stoic ghost—or human—go pale.
Clockwork insists it’s a harmless experiment in “social entropy.” Danny just calls it fun.
And really, it is. Watching Vlad choke on his wine because Danny casually mentioned “the pink tie from ʼ98,” or seeing Tucker squint suspiciously after Danny mutters “left pocket” during lunch, is enough to make the undead teen’s week.
Sure, he’s half-ghost, half-human, and full-time busy saving both worlds—but sometimes, a guy just needs a hobby.
A hobby that keep him very full even when he transfers to Gotham
——————
Danny’s first try at Clockwork’s little scheme in Gotham happens at a quiet café. He’s pretending to study — mostly doodling ghosts doing cartwheels — when his phone buzzes.
Clockwork: say “I told your mom about the glitter incident.”
Danny blinks, shrugs, and spots a small group sitting nearby. They look perfectly normal… or at least as normal as people in Gotham can look. Perfect targets.
He strolls past, flashing a casual grin. “I told your mom about the glitter incident,” he says.
Instantly, the table goes stiff. One freezes mid-sip. Another frowns so hard you’d think he just saw a ghost in his cereal. The third whispers frantically, “What glitter incident?”
Danny tilts his head innocently. “You know… the one from… uh… never mind,” he says, drifting away.
Clockwork texts:
Clockwork: they think you know everything.
Danny: i literally just made up glitter
Clockwork: chaos = perfect
Danny smirks, sipping his latte. Half-ghost, half-human, fully mischievous — and now, apparently, a master of terrifying strangers with nonsense.
The fight was over, Gotham was smoking, and the Batfam was in cleanup mode — bruised, exhausted, and pretending they hadn’t just faceplanted through half a parking lot.
Danny had only been there because his GPS led him to the wrong pizza place. He was about to head home when his phone buzzed.
Clockwork: say “So… the rubber duck thing actually worked this time?”
Danny frowned at the message. Weird, even for Clockwork. Still, harmless fun, right? He glanced across the street — at the group of costumed vigilantes standing in the debris — and shrugged.
“So…” he called out, voice casual, “the rubber duck thing actually worked this time?”
Instant chaos.
Red Robin froze mid-keystroke. Nightwing’s eyes went huge. Red Hood let out the most painful-sounding groan imaginable. Even Robin, who normally had the emotional range of a brick, looked mortified.
Batman, naturally, turned immediately toward them. “What did he mean by that?”
Four simultaneous, overlapping responses followed:
“Nothing!”
“Inside joke!”
“He’s mistaken!”
“Totally unrelated to anything we’ve ever done, sir!”
Batman’s eyes narrowed. “There was a ‘rubber duck thing’?”
“NO!” the entire team chorused, way too fast.
Across the street, Danny raised an awkward little wave. “Uh… good job tonight, I guess?”
They stared at him like he’d just threatened national security.
Batman turned back to the others. “Do we know him?”
“Random civilian,” Tim blurted.
“Total coincidence,” Dick added.
Jason muttered, “If he talks, we’re all doomed.”
Batman gave them a long, suspicious look before stalking off toward the Batmobile.
The second he was out of earshot, Dick hissed, “Why would you SAY that out loud in public?!”
Tim snapped, “I didn’t—he did!”
Jason growled, “If Bruce ever finds out what ‘rubber duck’ means, we’re all dead.”
Damian crossed his arms. “You deserve it for naming a stealth plan after bath toys.”
Meanwhile, Danny wandered away, checking his phone again.
Clockwork: they’re panicking.
Danny: i don’t even know what i said.
Clockwork: oh, it’s hilarious.
Danny: should i ask what it means?
Clockwork: only if you want to die confused.
Danny snorted into his soda. He had no idea what “the rubber duck thing” actually was — but given how red those vigilantes’ faces got, he was definitely going to text that phrase again.
—————————-
It had been three days since the incident.
Three days since some random college kid had casually dropped the phrase in public — the phrase that must never, ever reach Batman’s ears.
Nightwing was still haunted by it. Red Hood refused to talk about it. Tim had purged half the mission reports just in case, and Damian kept muttering about “the shame of associating with idiots.”
Unfortunately, Batman had questions.
They were gathered in the Batcave, surrounded by screens and tension, when Bruce finally said it.
“Tell me,” he began slowly, “what exactly was the ‘rubber duck thing’?”
Instant panic.
Dick laughed way too loudly. “Ha! Rubber ducks! You know, kids’ toys! Total coincidence, not a—uh—thing.”
Tim jumped in. “Exactly! We were just… testing… decoy tech! For stealth! You know, like how ducks—uh—float!”
Jason muttered, “Oh my god, you’re making it worse.”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “You named a stealth op after bath toys?”
“Technically,” Dick said, sweating, “you named it. We just… ran with it!”
That did not help.
And then, as if summoned by irony itself, a text pinged on the Batcomputer. Untraceable number. Unknown sender. Just one line:
So… are we doing the rubber duck thing again tonight? ;)
Tim went white.
Jason swore violently.
Dick looked like he was about to start praying.
Batman’s voice dropped to glacier temperature. “Who sent that?”
“Uh,” Tim croaked, “just a random… fan? Civilian? Definitely not related to us!”
“Find him.”
“NO!” Dick said too quickly. “I mean—uh—why waste resources, right? Harmless joke! Ducks! Totally normal!”
Bruce gave him the world’s longest, slowest, I-know-you’re-lying stare before turning back to the Batmobile.
“…We’ll discuss this later.”
The moment the elevator doors closed, the entire cave erupted.
Jason threw his helmet on the floor. “I’m gonna haunt that guy.”
Tim groaned into his hands. “He’s everywhere. His number’s untraceable. How is he doing this?”
Damian scowled. “Perhaps this is punishment for your idiocy.”
Dick sighed. “If Bruce ever finds out what it really means, we’re all grounded until the next century.”
Meanwhile, across Gotham, Danny was lying on his dorm bed, snickering at his phone.
Danny: they’re still freaking out about the duck thing, huh?
Clockwork: completely. it’s delightful.
Danny: can i send another one?
Clockwork: i was hoping you’d ask.
Danny grinned, typing another message with absolutely no idea that he’d just reignited a full-scale Bat-level panic.
——————————
Batman had him cornered.
Literally. One second Danny was walking out of a coffee shop, the next there was a six-foot shadow looming over him in an alley, cape and all.
“Daniel Fenton,” Batman said, voice low enough to rumble. “You’ve been sending coded messages to my team.”
Danny sipped his coffee. “Yup.”
Bruce paused. “You admit it?”
“Sure do.”
“…How?”
Danny just grinned. “Trade secret.”
That threw Batman for exactly half a second — no one ever called it that tone. “This isn’t a game.”
“Oh, it’s totally a game,” Danny said cheerfully. “You’re just losing.”
Batman took a slow step forward, the kind that made hardened criminals confess on the spot. “You will tell me how you know those phrases.”
Danny tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… nah.”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed behind the cowl. “You’re playing with things you don’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand plenty.” Danny’s grin widened, just on the edge of smug. “Like the fact you really don’t want the others finding out what ‘the pink mug incident’ was.”
Batman froze.
“…What?”
Danny sipped his coffee again. “Oh, nothing. Just, you know… the mug. With the hearts. And the glitter paint.”
A long, tense silence followed.
Batman’s jaw clenched. “How do you know about that?”
Danny shrugged. “Like I said — trade secret.”
“…You will not repeat that to anyone.”
Danny’s grin turned absolutely devilish. “So it is true?”
The Batglare intensified. “Mr. Fenton.”
Danny leaned against the wall, utterly relaxed. “Relax, big guy. Your secret’s safe with me.” He winked. “Besides, I think it’s kinda cute.”
Batman stiffened. “We’re done here.” He turned abruptly, cape snapping as he vanished into the shadows — far faster than usual.
Up on a nearby rooftop, the Batfam had been eavesdropping the entire time.
Nightwing’s voice crackled through the comms. “…Did he just run away?”
Tim sounded horrified. “He never runs away.”
Jason snorted. “Okay, I need to know what the pink mug thing is.”
“Don’t,” Dick said flatly. “Some things are sacred.”
Damian frowned. “So Father once possessed a pink mug?”
Jason cackled. “Apparently one with glitter hearts.”
Tim groaned. “We’re all dead.”
Back on the street, Danny checked his phone.
Clockwork: excellent work. he’s off-balance.
Danny: what’s the pink mug thing?
Clockwork: oh, just a heartfelt gift from someone he refuses to acknowledge.
Danny: oh my ancients, that’s adorable.
Clockwork: isn’t it? now text him “don’t forget to use a coaster.”
Danny grinned wickedly. “On it.”
—————————
It had been months since the “Pink Mug Incident.”
Months since the Batfam had collectively decided never to speak of that weird kid again — or his terrifying ability to know things no one should.
Everyone had moved on.
…Except Tim Drake.
⸻
Downtown Gotham, Saturday Afternoon.
Tim was actually having a decent day for once. Civvies on, no patrols, no rogue alerts. Just a calm lunch with Bernard and a couple of friends from WE.
They’d just sat down when Bernard looked up and smiled. “Hey, isn’t that guy from your biochem class?”
Tim followed his gaze — and almost choked on his drink.
It was him.
Danny Fenton. The walking, talking secret detector.
He was standing at the counter, ordering coffee with that same unbothered grin.
No way. Tim slumped in his seat, trying to shrink behind the menu. “No. Not him. Not today.”
Bernard blinked. “What?”
“Don’t make eye contact. Don’t—oh Ancients, he’s coming this way—”
“Ancients?” Bernard repeated, confused.
“Just act normal,” Tim whispered, eyes wide.
Danny approached the next table over, carrying his coffee. He smiled at Bernard. “Hey, nice to see you again! Cute keychain, by the way. Didn’t think you’d put that one back on your bag after the ‘locker thing.’”
Bernard froze. “…What?”
Tim’s soul left his body.
Bernard blinked, confused. “How did you—wait, have we met?”
Danny tilted his head. “Hmm? Oh, maybe I saw you around campus.” He sipped his drink, perfectly casual. “Anyway, that was a wild day, huh?”
Bernard laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, totally—uh—” He turned to Tim. “Wait, did I tell you about the locker thing?”
Tim was pale. “No. No, you didn’t.”
Bernard frowned. “Oh. Weird.”
Danny smiled, friendly as ever. “Anyway, have a good one!”
And just like that, he was gone — out the door, walking away, whistling like the embodiment of chaos in a hoodie.
Bernard watched him go. “He seems nice.”
Tim stared blankly at his coffee. “He’s not. He’s a menace.”
Bernard laughed. “Tim, he just mentioned a keychain.”
Tim looked at him like he’d just said the Joker was “a little quirky.” “No. You don’t understand. He knows things. Personal things.”
Bernard grinned. “Like what, your secret identity?”
Tim froze. “…Why would you say that.”
“…Wait.” Bernard squinted. “Oh my god, do you have one?”
Tim slumped over the table. “I hate my life.”
⸻
That night, in the Batfam group chat:
Red Robin: he struck again.
Nightwing: bro.
Red Robin: he talked to Bernard.
Red Hood: oh no.
Red Robin: HE KNEW ABOUT THE LOCKER INCIDENT.
Robin: what locker incident.
Red Robin: THAT’S NOT THE POINT.
Batman: stop engaging.
Red Robin: YOU DON’T GET IT. HE’S EVOLVING.
⸻
Meanwhile, across the city, Danny was sitting on his dorm bed, giggling into his phone.
Danny: I said “locker thing.” You think he bought it?
Clockwork: he believes you are an omniscient being of embarrassment.
Danny: …so, success?
Clockwork: absolutely.
It started simple.
Bernard ran into Danny again one afternoon after class — same coffee shop, same easy grin. This time, Danny waved first.
“Hey, muffin guy!”
Bernard laughed. “You’re not seriously making that stick, are you?”
“Already did,” Danny said, sliding into the seat across from him. “You want the last chocolate one again?”
“…You’re dangerous,” Bernard said, but he smiled.
And just like that, it became a thing — casual coffees, quick lunches, the kind of effortless friendship that happens when two people are both a little too good at pretending everything’s fine.
Danny was funny, charming in an offbeat way. He had this energy — a mix of sarcasm and kindness that pulled people in. And he actually listened when Bernard talked.
But sometimes — just sometimes — he’d say something that made Bernard pause.
⸻
One afternoon, they were walking across campus when Bernard complained about his lab group.
“Every week, someone sets off the safety alarm. I swear, at this point it’s a tradition.”
Danny hummed thoughtfully, sipping his soda. “You’re not the one who tripped it last semester, right? During the… er, vinegar thing?”
Bernard stopped. “How do you—okay, that was one time.”
Danny grinned. “Lucky guess?”
“Yeah, right,” Bernard said, shaking his head, laughing it off — because what else could he do?
⸻
Another time, they were at the student union, and Bernard’s phone buzzed with a message. He frowned at it, typing quickly.
Danny tilted his head. “He texted again?”
Bernard blinked. “How’d you—”
“You made that face,” Danny said smoothly, smiling like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You always do when you get a text from him.”
Bernard laughed, flustered. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” Danny said, “but don’t worry. It’s cute.”
Bernard’s face went a little pink, and he looked away, smiling into his drink.
⸻
A few weeks in, they’d gotten close enough that Bernard started inviting him to hang out with his other friends. Danny got along weirdly well with everyone — like he already knew how to make each person laugh.
Tim hated it.
Every time Bernard mentioned “my friend Danny,” Tim’s stomach did a little flip.
Because he knew. He knew what Danny was. Not a ghost, not exactly, but something worse — a supernatural chaos gremlin who could reduce Batman himself to awkward silence.
And now he was bonding with Tim’s boyfriend.
⸻
It all came to a head one evening at Bernard’s apartment. Danny and Bernard were playing cards, chatting lazily.
Bernard laughed. “Okay, I have to know — how do you do that? You always call my bluff.”
Danny smiled, eyes gleaming. “Maybe I’m just good at reading people.”
Bernard smirked. “No, seriously.”
Danny leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You really wanna know?”
“Yeah.”
Danny lowered his voice, almost conspiratorial. “Okay. It’s because you twitch your left thumb when you’re lying. And you always look at your cards twice when you’re sure you’re gonna win.”
Bernard blinked. “That’s… actually true.”
Danny grinned. “See? Totally normal.”
⸻
Later that night, when Bernard mentioned Danny to Tim over dinner, Tim tried to play it cool.
“So, you’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately.”
“Yeah,” Bernard said. “He’s great! Weird, but great. You’d like him.”
Tim smiled thinly. “Oh, I bet I would.”
Bernard laughed. “What’s that tone supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” Tim said quickly. “Just… be careful, okay?”
“Of what? He’s a sweetheart.”
Tim sighed. “That’s what he wants you to think.”
Bernard raised an eyebrow. “Tim, he brings me muffins and helps me study. He’s not an assassin.”
Tim muttered under his breath, “You’d be surprised.”
⸻
Meanwhile, back at his dorm, Danny texted Clockwork:
Danny: we’re friends now. mission accomplished?
Clockwork: almost. soon he’ll trust you completely.
Danny: and then?
Clockwork: then you tell him his plants are judging him.
Danny grinned. “Perfect.”
—————————
It started with lunch.
Bernard had texted Tim, asking if he wanted to grab a bite with him and “his friend Danny.”
Tim had almost typed absolutely not before remembering he couldn’t sound suspicious.
So he went.
It was supposed to be a casual lunch.
No costumes. No chaos.
Just three normal guys eating sandwiches.
Except the moment Tim saw Danny’s grin across the table, he knew fate hated him.
“Hey, Hoodie Boy,” Danny said cheerfully.
Tim inhaled sharply through his nose. “Hi, Danny.”
Bernard smiled between them. “You two still doing that weird energy thing?”
Danny just shrugged. “Must be static.”
Tim muttered, “Feels more like shock.”
⸻
They were halfway through their food when Bernard’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and frowned.
“Hey, my friend Duke’s around the corner. Mind if he joins us?”
Before Tim could say no, Danny smiled. “Sure! The more, the merrier.”
Tim slumped. “Of course he is.”
Duke arrived a few minutes later, clearly not expecting to walk into a social minefield.
“Hey, guys—oh. You’re here.”
Danny waved. “Hey, sunshine boy! Haven’t seen you since that traffic-light thing!”
Duke froze mid-step. “…What traffic-light thing.”
Danny blinked. “Oh, sorry, thought you were someone else. You just have that ‘I fix things I shouldn’t have broken’ vibe.”
Bernard laughed. “Man, you are way too observant.”
Duke shot Tim a look.
Tim’s only reply was a long, slow blink that said please don’t start.
⸻
A few tables away, Dick and Jason sat disguised under baseball caps — “just keeping an eye on things,” as Batman put it.
“Do we have to do this?” Jason grumbled. “The kid’s harmless.”
“Harmless?” Dick whispered. “He broke Bruce with one sentence.”
Jason smirked. “Yeah, but it was hilarious.”
Danny glanced up suddenly, catching their eyes for just a split second.
He grinned and raised his cup in their direction.
“Hey, Dick! Jason! Try not to argue about the donuts this time!”
Dick froze. Jason nearly choked on his coffee.
Bernard turned. “Wait, you guys know him too?”
Tim slammed his head into his hands. “Please stop talking.”
⸻
Later that night in the Batcave group chat:
Nightwing: okay, he saw us through TWO disguises.
Red Hood: and called out the donut fight. wtf.
Signal: he mentioned a traffic light incident that never made it off the encrypted comms.
Red Robin: do you see now why I’m concerned.
Robin: perhaps he is a god.
Batman: he is not a god.
Robin: you cannot be certain.
Batman: …
⸻
Meanwhile, Bernard texted Danny later that night:
Bernard: do you actually know all those guys??
Danny: oh yeah! Gotham’s a small city :)
Bernard: you’re so weird lmao
Danny: thanks! <3
Danny set down his phone, grinning as it buzzed again.
Clockwork: delightful as always. they still fear you.
Danny: yeah, but Bernard’s great. he thinks I’m just “weird.”
Clockwork: that’s the ideal outcome. keep it that way. next week, tell Red Hood his favorite helmet squeaks.
Danny: …how do you even know that?
Clockwork: omniscience, dear boy.
Danny: right. cool. love that for us.
Danny sighed, stretching with a smug little smile.
“Guess I’ll keep being a little shit.”
——————————
Jason didn’t plan to run into Danny Fenton again.
He was just doing a regular patrol through the Narrows — low-level stuff, quiet night — when he spotted the kid leaving a late-night diner, laughing with Bernard.
Red Hood froze on the rooftop.
Bernard.
Danny.
Together.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.
Because sure, Tim’s boyfriend was sweet. Nice guy. But he’d somehow befriended the walking anomaly who haunted half the Batfam’s nightmares — the one who could casually ruin Bruce’s composure with a single sentence.
And Jason was done wondering how.
So he followed.
⸻
They split up after a few blocks — Bernard heading toward his apartment, Danny cutting through an alley toward the university side of town.
Jason dropped down silently, landing in front of him.
Danny stopped, blinking at the red helmet in front of him. “Oh. Hey, Helmet Guy.”
Jason crossed his arms. “We’ve talked about this. Red Hood.”
“Right, right.” Danny grinned. “You’re the one with the helmet collection.”
Jason stiffened. “Excuse me?”
Danny’s grin widened just slightly. “What? You just… seem like a guy with a lot of helmets.”
Jason took a slow breath. “You’ve been messing with us for months. How do you do it? Microphones? Bugs? Psychic powers?”
Danny tilted his head. “Have you tried—” he mimed a swirling gesture “—just chilling?”
Jason took a step forward. “I’m serious, Fenton.”
“Wow, you know my name. Romantic,” Danny teased.
Jason’s hand twitched. “I could shoot you.”
“You could,” Danny said cheerfully, “but then you’d have to explain to Batman why you shot a random college kid who complimented your helmet.”
Jason paused. “…Okay, that’s fair.”
They stared at each other for a beat — Jason sizing him up, Danny looking entirely too relaxed for someone facing an armed vigilante.
Then Danny said, almost casually, “Oh, by the way, the squeaky one’s still your favorite.”
Jason froze. “…What.”
Danny smiled. “You know, the one that makes the noise when you tilt your head just right? You keep it clean, though. Impressive.”
Jason’s jaw actually dropped. “How—”
Danny shrugged, stepping past him. “Guess I’m just observant.”
Jason spun around, but Danny was already halfway down the alley, hands in his pockets, whistling something that sounded suspiciously like the Batman: The Animated Series theme.
⸻
The next morning in the Batfam group chat:
Red Hood: I hate him.
Nightwing: what did he do this time?
Red Hood: he knows which helmet squeaks.
Red Robin: HE KNOWS EVERYTHING.
Robin: perhaps it is penance for your poor stealth maintenance.
Batman: do not engage with him further.
Red Hood: i could take him.
Red Robin: you couldn’t even track him last time.
Red Hood: that was a tactical retreat.
Nightwing: sure it was.
⸻
Meanwhile, Danny was back at the diner that afternoon, sipping a milkshake and texting Clockwork.
Danny: so jason definitely suspects me again.
Clockwork: delightful. did you use the helmet line?
Danny: yeah. he looked like he was buffering.
Clockwork: splendid. next time, mention that Dick still hides cereal boxes in the ceiling panels.
Danny: you’re evil.
Clockwork: and you enjoy it.
Danny grinned into his straw. “Yeah,” he muttered, “maybe just a little.”
Okay I know this is crack but imagine
Danny is super, super creepy in this fic. I really would avoid him because he creeps me out with his stalker-vibes in this fic. The longer the thread is the more creepy vibes Danny shows.
Imagine you meet a stranger who seems to know all your secrets, friends and family and then befriends your boyfriend. In the DC world I would think this guy could be a dangerous stalker who would be a danger for the Batfamily, their friends and Gotham.
Yes it is a crack fic but imagine the angst. This story totally shows that the GIW are right. Ghosts are dangerous. Imagine the Batfamily would find out Danny is a ghost and he finds out all these information through his ghost power. Imagine their situation - a meta is stalking them, playing with them, is a danger for them. Do you really think they would be believe he is innocent? I would bet they would try to research the GIW and I think they would be better fighters than them. They would be a danger for him and they have reasons to fight him. Would they believe him that is what all a joke? A joke about their secret identities? Something that already Jason because someone said to much to the Joker? How could they trust a stranger who talks about their double lives and says it as a joke?
Im imagining danny gets a concussion or something during a villian attack and when the bats save him they take the opportunity to ask questions.
When danny starts talking about how he just says things “He” (clockwork) tells him to the batfam are super creeped out. Is he hearing voices? Are they magical? Is it a curse? Is he working for a supervillain who tells him what to say to get under he batfams skin? Whats the big plan? Is danny actually evil?
concussed danny: grandpa time gives me things to say that make people freak out, it's really funny!
Batfam: fuckin' WHO?!
It'd be hilarious is over time he started to gain minor powers of getting knowledge of the nearest person's latest/greatest embarrassments. Because of course he does. People are starting to believe he has omniscient shame-dar.
Long before the introduction of color film, a Russian chemist and photographer named Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky used an innovative technique. He took three individual black and white photos, each through a colored filter (red, green, and blue), to create fully colored, high-quality pictures. The photo of this woman, taken by him, is around 107 years old!
Source: Wikipedia
No wait I looked this guy up and this shit’s amazing
It’s so incredibly humanizing to see people from the very distant past in such authentic color
And like. look at these landscape shots!! They’re so vivid!! Even aside from the historical value, these are just legitimately beautiful photographs
I think this is right up your alley @elodieunderglass they’re all so beautiful.
They’re enchanting, thank you so much for thinking of me!
An interesting thing about this seems to be that it would’ve been really difficult to reconstruct these images without digital technology. Although Prokudin-Gorskii photographed his images to be shown in colour, he apparently showed them on a projector - with three coloured filters on projector lenses combining to project a colour image.
Even though the negatives were available historically, the actual recreation of the intended images seems to have been driven by digital photo editing: Making Color Images - The Prokudin-Gorskii Photographic Record Recreated: The Empire That Was Russia | Exhibitions - Library of Congress
A half-completed thought here: “there are many lenses for looking at the world, some of which we haven’t retained. Which other ones may we have forgotten? what can we recover?”
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"Look kid— i need to close the lazarus pit, if it stays open, your grandfather will rot away far more than he already has." Danny, tired of this situation, explained somehwat calmly to the smallest bird of the bats.
"What! No! You can't. Who cares about my grandfather, the lazarus pit has my fishes inside!"
What.
Vaguely concerned, Nightwing crouches down to the kid. "Robin, what do you mean?"
"That's what I said. Whenever one of my fish died, back then, I'd put them into the pit. They live in there now, immortal."
Danny remains speechless for a moment.
"Wait- what the fuck? The ghost fish are YOURS?"
Phantom after rebooting: Yeah... Your fish aren't there kiddo.
Robin: Of course they are, you insolent moron, I personally placed them there!
Phantom massaging his temple: No, they're not. They're in the infinite realms. Look, let's do this. You let me take the Lazarus pits and I let you see your fishes.
Robin squinting.
Nightwing: Robin maybe you shouldn't-
Robin: I accept only, if I get to see them first... and I want week visitations.
Phantom still unsure why he's even bothering and knowing this will be a hassle: Yeah. Sure. Whatever. *Takes Robin through a portal.*
Nightwing: Robin! Guys, the god that wanted the Lazarus pit just kidnapped Robin!
As soon as Nightwing explains what actually happened.
Red Robin: That's not a kidnapping? That's Robin forcing the Poor bastard to be his taxi to visit his pets. Do not blame the victim of Robin's pet obsession!!
Nightwing: What!?! No... Phantom never promised to bring him back!!!
A portal open A just as he finishes speaking and a visibly giddy Robin on the back of a spectral over sized koi rides out. Phantom floating glumly behind him.
Phantom: The little menace has the summons details for someone willing to indulge his love of animals. Now, deal made and upheld, show me to the pits!
Tim, nudging Dick with his elbow, "I told you he was Robin's victim and not the other way around."
I had to draw it
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I love how it doesn't matter what expedition it is.
They all turn into excited kids when they meet penguins.
The Penguin: GIANTS! no way! I’m gonna wave at them THEY WAVED BACK! Holy Shit they’re dancing with me! My Wife is never gonna believe this OMG I got to dance with a Giant today so cool.
The Humans: Penguin! No way! I’m gonna wave at it IT WAVED BACK! Holy Shit it’s flapping with me! I got to play with a Penguin today; so cool.
where's the joy and whimsy guy? Have they found this one yet?
Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical!
Who am I to deny a penguin some joy and whimsy 🐧
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Wait I’m sorry parent/child incest fic?????? Why does that exist? Why do you KNOW that exists?????? What the fuck 🤢
I feel like you can sort of tell how long (or not) someone has existed in fannish spaces by how outraged they get about things like this. Like rings in a tree trunk lol. I've been in so many fandoms. At least one, but often multiple at the same time, since I was a teenager. I've seen just. Everything.
Sex pollen. Mpreg. Incest. Monster fucking. Tentacles. Pairings like Snape/Hermione that would be crazy abusive and illegal if they were real. Wild kinks. The babygirlification of all kinds of villains. So much RPF (the 'I sincerely believe they are secretly a couple' kind and the 'this is fictional but it's fun to imagine they're in love' kind.)
You learn to just scroll past shit you don't like or unfollow people or filter tags. The tldr of fandom is that humans are weird as fuck. And creative, and unhinged, and traumatized, and talented. And amazing. And every single thing that you clutch your pearls about 'well surely someone doesn't want to read/write THAT!' - someone does. Probably lots of people do. And those people are perfectly normal. In their offline lives, they're parents and siblings and they have jobs and friends and they go about their lives and they don't cause any harm. And that's the sticking point. There's this really concerning, frankly highly Evangelical idea that if someone enjoys the wrong kind of fiction, they are obviously a Bad Person. But nothing is that simple, and thought crimes aren't real, and you definitely have some thoughts or ideas that someone else would find fucked up. You don't have to like every kind of fic that exists. I certainly don't. But shaming people for their harmless fantasies about fictional characters is so boring. I saw Goody Proctor enjoying a Toxic Ship! Good for you, I'll alert the pope.
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Prompt 85
Dan is very grumpy. He’s not pouting, despite what the others would claim, he’s brooding. How many times were they going to get de-aged?! And this time they were all clones! He did not sign up for reincarnation, nor for getting turned into a literal baby.
He doesn’t care if this world has heroes or villains or whatever, he’s going to bite the next person to pick him up. Happily if it’s one of the scientists currently scrambling around as alarms go off.
Though he’ll happily do the same to the new colorful people too. Honestly he’s just feeling particularly violent, and it’s not like he can murder with his tiny baby hands. At least his so-called siblings look just as ready to attack as he does.
Using all the original tags because they're excellent, Danny is very excited to have a space dad. He can take or leave the billonare weirdo.
J'onn holding one of his clones, with a small smirk as he listens to their internal monologue. Imagine the shock the four of them get when he has them alone, and uses telepathy to speak to them secretly.
J'onn: Hello little reincarnations. Would you prefer I tell the rest? Or are you hoping to keep that a secret?
Dan:*string of profanities that would make Constantine proud*
Jazz: We have full telepathy! Yes! Fantastic!!!
YESSSSS YOU GET IT
M'gann is delighted by her small baby cousins!!! Uncle lost everyone but her!!! Now he has children again! And! And! They are reincarnated!! She can already plot and plan and scheme with them! This is the best! New! Ever!
And of course Uncle takes primary custody! Powers can be hard to control for babies! They need Uncle to help them! Which means she gets all the babies cuddles and none for Robin! Kon is allowed, clone solidarity and such.
Hate it when TikTok farm cosplayers and cottagecore types say stuff like "I'm not going to use modern equipment because my grandmothers could make do without it." Ma'am, your great grandma had eleven children. She would have killed for a slow cooker and a stick blender.
I’ve noticed a sort of implicit belief that people used to do things the hard way in the past because they were tougher or something. In reality, labor-saving devices have historically been adopted by the populace as soon as they were economically feasible. No one stood in front of a smoky fire or a boiling pot of lye soap for hours because they were virtuous, they did it because it was the only way to survive.
Taking these screenshots from Facebook because they make you log in and won't let you copy and paste:
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Prompt 177
Now Dan is no coward. He’s not.
But this stupid child body does have an effect on his reactions to things and honestly it’s a horrible thing that’s too small and too weak for him to use all his abilities. He could barely manage a fireball if he concentrated, yet everything caught fire with a mere outburst! His control was utterly gone, and a tantrum resulted in having to wear a stupid child leash backpack.
It wasn’t like he was really a child, and it wasn’t like he’d get lost or some stupid shit that Danny would insist. Ugh, this isn’t even fair, technically he was older than him yet was stuck in a smaller body that he kept tripping over!
Urgh, he’s even insisting on rewarding ‘good behavior’ and shit- must have talked to Jazz or something- because… Oh. No he wants the constellation bear, give! His star bear now, no takes back and, urgh, stupid baby body!
Well, on the other hand, it’s utterly hilarious how much Danny sputters whenever he calls him Mom, not to mention strangers’ utter befuddlement. He ignores how Danny seems to be trying his best to live up ro the title.
But! As he was saying, he’s no coward! He’s also not an idiot though, and having no control over his powers isn’t exactly a good thing. It’s really not a good thing when there’s a murderous-looking hero that he thinks he might have maimed in the future- which they apparently remember- staring down at him. So, he has to call in the big guns to fix this.
“Mom, there’s a creepy fruitloop staring at me!” “There’s WHAT?!” Hah. Take that hero he doesn’t remember the name of.
(Behold the Grumpiest of Babies)
He shouts “Mom!” And a very Viking AU Danny shows up
If he's calling Danny 'Mom'? Ellie and Jazz have to be Uncle. Just for the eyerolls he gets every time. Dan is not happy. He's gonna make it everyone's problem. And the hero prick following them around? Creepily stalking them? He's gonna set his Mom and Uncle Ellie on them. If only he was bigger, and could beat them up himself!! This small body is a nuisance!!!
Meanwhile the hero is baffled. Dan Phantom, the menace that caused so much devastation? Is a smol, grumpy child. So cute. How is this fair! They have an over protective Mom as well. So they can't even discretely fix the issue!!! How are they meant to avoid the destroyed Earth if they can't get rid of the cause!!!!
Batman! They need to read Batman in on the situation. He has all the contingency plans right?! Ok, so telling Batman their plan was to kill a child to pre empt them going evil? Lead to them sitting through a lecture. About how we don't kill children, even if they did destroy the Earth in the future. Apparently they have to lead him to be good. And they absolutely fucked up their chance to get an in with the family... Bollox.
Batman brought out the powerpoints. The powerpoints! The lecture-turned-meeting-turned-rant lasted hours. No one is sure they've ever heard the vigilante speak that much at once. Except for his kids who have had to sit through similar lectures.
And then, the hero from-the-future or with-their-future-memories has to sit through another two lectures from Superman, Wonder Woman and the Flash of all people!
Danny on the other hand, is fussing over Dan, because this is his baby. Yes Dan destroyed the world but he's getting better and they're working on it! The positive reinforcement seems to be working, and consequences for his actions. Like having to deal with the near invulnerable child leash since he wandered off in the first place. But he did get Dan some ice cream for having to deal with a, he shudders just thinking about it, fruitloop.
@angryraptor13 just adding your reblog here for ease.
(Is it Booster Gold (Smug Time-Travelling Idiot™️)? This is a bit too dark for Impulse IMO.
Also, dude, this is why you TALK to people? You have no idea why the (currently) smol child WENT evil in the first place. For all you know, it's actually the Mom who flipped out after alternate-you murdered their child for no apparent reason - they *do* look a lot alike...)
Yes, Booster Gold? Has had, SO many lectures? And talks. And pointed comments. He was trying to save the world people!!! That child did worse than Hitler ever managed!!! We are talking Superman goes evil damage here! Batman is frankly not impressed. He has dealt with many future evil timeline shenanigans. Murder has never been the solution once!
The Justice league go to investigate the family and are confused. They seem? Normal??? And the mom is clearly caring and teaching the child it’s not good to scheme or hurt others. He’s being showered in lots of love and affection. If anything it seems like good parenting. The Uncles are also friendly and supportive. No sign of abuse or fear from the child. So what exactly happened? How did he go all murdery?! You don’t just snap out of nowhere. (Also, this is all done in their ghost forms except Jazz whose in an upgraded Fenton peeler that kind of resembled Red huntress’s gear except for color. Her face is always covered with a visor and the JL are wondering if she is a robot or not. Cyborg is in love. Sometimes the family will just disappear and no one can find them then they pop back into existence.)
And after weeks of monitoring this family (at a distance. Danny hisses like a feral cat). One day they see a new ghost with hair like Ras Al ghoul and after watching that interaction they have….concerns. The vampire like being (they still don’t know what species they are) is clearly trying to capture them with the mom taking most of the hits defending them while Uncle Ellie takes the child away to safety. The snippets of conversation they have is also bad. Stuff about how the Vampire is inevitable, for Phantom to join his family, how they could rule the world together. Meanwhile, Phantom is clearly not reciprocating whatever the other guy is saying and the fight continues. Then it starts getting dangerous as the vampire states how he could provide for Dan and how he needs a strong mentor to teach him how to control his abilities. How he can make their child great. The mother looses it stating how the ‘fruitloop’ was never getting near his son.
And then the metaphoracle bomb drops as the vampire states how Dan was his son too. He has a right to spend ‘quality time’ with him.
The mom only states that the vampire will get to Dan over his. Dead. Body. And then the fight continues.
And suddenly….the Justice league is pretty sure they know how Dan became evil. So now they are convinced that the snapping point was the child’s ‘father’ likely killed Dan’s entire family and took him away. Maybe they do some future research and learn that the future evil Dan’s family was murdered or they just realize that the mother would never stop trying to get his baby back unless he was dead.
Which means that to prevent the evil future? They have to do WHATEVER IT TAKES to keep the family alive.
Danny starts getting more annoyed because it’s almost like the JL’s hovering doubled over night.
The father showing up puts some other things into perspective for the Justice League too. Or at least, let's them leap tall buildings to more conclusions.
They don't know what exactly the family are - metas, aliens, supernatural, other? But with a father showing up, and Phantom not denying his claim to being Dan's biological father, it's looking more likely to be alien, supernatural or other. So it's hard to judge ages based on an unknown lifespan or culture. But there are still a lot of layers of red flags hitting the heroes' buttons.
Because the mom, Phantom, seems young. Not just in appearance, but in mannerisms too. There's been snippets of overheard conversations with his siblings about attending classes and college. And the father seems much older, always referring to how much more experienced he is than Phantom. Phantom repeatedly calls Plasmius a Fruitloop, too.
And Dan is young, but not all that young that he's a new infant or toddler. Phantom must have had Dan quite a few years ago. Judging visually by human and humanoid alien aging patterns, Phantom would have been a very young teen mother. Too young, by most common human and human-like alien culture standards.
No wonder Phantom reacted so badly to an adult 'Fruitloop' creeping on his little boy.
This isn't just a case of a scorned father going murderous villain to get control of his child. This is a sexual predator abusing his previous child victim even after Phantom escaped him, and targeting his own child as his likely next victim.
As much as Phantom has shown he can handle threats, he needs help. Not just with protecting Dan, but protecting himself from his abuser too. He shouldn't have to keep facing him and reliving his past trauma.
Danny is so confused when he starts finding pamphlets and flyers for sexual assault survivor, spousal abuse recovery, and childhood abuse survivor support networks and hotlines showing up in his mail or slipped under his door. He's pretty sure it's the helicopter heroes doing it, but he has no idea why. Maybe the childhood abuse ones could sort of apply to how his parents had treated Phantom, but there's no way the Justice League connected him to the Fenton parents, right?
Danny is eventually going to put the pieces together. Oh, oh no. They the Fruitloop... Gross. So gross. What he did was not that... But, he can see how they came to the conclusion. It's nice that they want to help. But the only way they can is to put Vlad away. Forever. And well, Danny has uh, been working on that? See, Vlad hasn't made many friends. Most of the allies he has? He threatened or bribed. Danny has made a LOT of allies. Quite a few of them would be happy to end Vlad. But that's not really an option.
So, him and his allies have been slowly making a prison just for Vlad. So, he won't be a problem soon! But, hmm... With the heroes help he can smooth Vlad's disappearance on the human side too.... And Batman did slip his number on one of the flyers... Dan? You up to playing this up? They can help us with the Fruitloop's imprisonment. Yeah, on the human side. You wanna play terrified of the evil bad man who hurt Mom? Good good. Let's get plotting!
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Fma doodles for cooldown today...
Someone put Fma fanart on my timeline so brain just went there I guess XD
I can’t speak for other social media webbed sites but I really enjoy how tumblr seems to just completely spin a wheel on whatever media is hot right now. Like yeah sometimes it’s a new show that’s big and actively coming out but also sometimes there will be a solid month where half my dash is Columbo memes. Defy authority. Get really into an book from the 1800s. Watch shows that haven’t aired in 40 years. Celebrate the anniversary of the Boston Molasses Flood. Become unmarketable
oh shit i almost missed it!
Molasses Flood Day!
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I’ve been laughing at “fuck this lemon you take it” for several minutes
take this papaya from my cold dead hands is sending me again oh my god
badminton is dont hit the fucking ground you stupid disgusting baby bird
every day this post has more responses that make me lunge back in my chair with the most unnecessarily loud cackle
Hockey is I’m gonna launch this peppermint patty at you and the only way to stop me is violence
curling is my two friends and i really want to put a watermelon in that exact spot, but the floor disagrees
relay racing is "here, you take this leek"
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I identify the most with the woman who has a green velvet ribbon around her neck and keeps being like "DONT untie my neck ribbon or something really bad will happen" and then her husband unties the ribbon and her head falls off. this is extremely real to me. spent my whole life like "please don't do this thing to me or really bad stuff will happen" and everyone around me being like "that sounds fake" and doing it anyway. and then my head fell off!
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PINK ELEZEN PINK ELEZEN PINK ELEZEN !!!!!
cosplaying my WoL is so much fun, especially now with my favorite weapon in the whole game <3
Thank you WoL Photobooth <3