Not a Dog!
A competition was set up to award the best dog between Gotham and Amity Park, probably because the judges were quite aware that the two cities were a little crazy and decided to unite their competitions.
Damian bragged that he shouldn't be participating since obviously Titus would beat everyone. Jason snorted and commented that Dog was much better than Titus and would win the competition easily, the rest of the siblings walked away from the discussion, but Dick felt left out and called his friend.
Beast Boy, better known as "Gar" wasn't too happy about Dick using his favor to make him pretend to be a dog in a pet contest, but he agreed. Dick signed him up as his own pet while Jason and Damian complained about how silly the idea was.
When Gotham competitors list was released on Amity, Danny noticed that one contestant had a green dog and smiled. He could compete with Cujo! His father told him something about wanting to compete too but the halfa denied and said that he needed a dog for that.
On the day of the competition the judges tried not to flinch at the two obviously green dogs and a contestant who had decided to enter with a peculiar type of dog, they decided to judge them as best as possible. A rivalry ensued between all the contestants while Danny tried to avoid looking at his father's eyes, why was he participating with a fridge?
To everyone's surprise, none of the dogs won. The winner was Jack Fenton, with his very alive and aggressive sausages. The judges couldn't disqualify him because "hot dog" was technically a type of "dog" even if they didn't know how it was possible, and Jack taught the hot dogs a few tricks.
just a couple of kids navigating the world with paranormal powers and green buddies by their side
Cujo’s background story is genuinely the most depressing, fucked up hidden gem of the show and writing about him is probably the closest I’ve gotten to crying over a dp fanfiction 😭✌️
DP x DC prompts
Just a couple of ideas that have me by the choke hold right now
Danny is Jason's older brother who died and got reincarnated. After circumstances force him to Gotham, he finds out that his beloved little brother is now a crime lord
As all the others leave the league of assassins, Danny is left behind to be molded by Ra's Al Ghul. One day Ra's decides to unleash his prized assassin on Gotham
Danny moves to Gotham and starts helping out at a local pet shelter (mainly so cujo can make friends). It is there where he runs into one Damian Wayne who is setting off his must protect senses
Danny becomes a back door engineer. He fixes things for cheap no questions asked. No one can beat him when it comes to using whatever you have laying around to build something from scratch. That's why he's Red Hood's personal mechanic
Danny is a clone of Batman and Superman. Superman is grateful that he can finally do right by his clone. Conner is exceedingly jealous of Danny's treatment. Batman is contemplating taking his friend to court for custody. And Danny is just vibing because now he has two powerful dads who won't let the giw get their hands on him.
And the final one that is really rotating around in my head:
Danny is Batman's informant. He can get any info the bat needs in record time. Batman is the only one who knows about Danny and his abilities so whenever anyone else catches a glimpse of him, they think it's Bruce's secret love child. Damian is not happy about this.
Schrödinger's cat a la DP
(why does the title sound like i'm making pasta?)
DP AU! in which everything is the same but Danny ghost for is the "Schrödinger's cat"
When Danny had the accident he became something not alive but not dead, but also alive and dead at the same time. Because concepts, ideas and myths can become ghosts in the ghost zone, and Danny becoming the definition of Schrödinger's cat theory his ghost form became that of a cat
Being a cat didn't change any of his powers, he is just a little more faster agile and very hard to catch
But what makes him the embodiment of that theory is the fact that his ghost form is different every time he transform, sometimes he is a black cat that looks perfectly normal, others he is a white cat with wispy fur, also a green cat with red eyes that's obviously a ghost, he can be a black cat that glitches in a way that people thinks reality is breaking around that cat, though the form of the white cat made of snow makes it the favorite for his friends in summer
Danny doesn't know why his form is like that until he finds out about Schrödinger's cat thanks to tucker, though knowing doesn't change anything, the various cat forms are almost infinite, though they tend to repeat sometimes the forms are too random that are impossible to predict, after some time Danny learn to live with it and appreciate the pets his friends and other people give him in that form, though his favorite one, and the one that repeats more often is the form of a cat black as the void of space with stars and galaxies moving on the fur
One of the advantages of this cat forms is that no one, besides his friends and sister, knows his secret, though nobody expects a living teen to be a ghost cat, the ghost just think that there are multiple powerful ghost cats in amity and are very territorial about it, the Fenton parents try to trap the cats putting traps with cat food for ghosts in there, Danny always destroy those traps and gets rid of the food before it poison the living stray cats, Vlad plans to kill Jack always getting stopped by those cats is very humiliating and he doesn't brag about any of it
Cujo is a good dog, he like to play with the cat boy a lot, playing is always fun for the puppy and he is happy to have a friends that doesn't mind if he is bigger sometimes, Danny thinks Cujo is a very friendly dog that doesn't mind cats, though he would prefer to not be licked so much, ghost dog saliva doesn't smell good at all
Life on the farm Pt 3 Christmas on the farm
It took some convincing but Danny manages to drag a promise out of Ma and Pa not to tell Clark about his half dead status when they tell him to stop by. As they said he showed up within the day. He was a little awkward around Danny most of the time. Giving him these weird looks but he warmed up to him before the end of dinner. (Ma explains Danny has a heart defect that causes his heart to beat slower than normal, her fingers crossed behind her back, brothers shoulder be allowed their secrets after all)
Danny gets real excited when Clark starts to talk about the resident superhero, who just so happened to be an alien, and how he’d even met him a few times. They end the night on a happy note although Danny breaths a sigh of relief when he leaves. The guy just felt weird. He knew there wasn’t much he couldn’t take in a fight, but Clark made his instincts rear up. Danny shook it off, after all he’s only human, he doesn’t even have any ghost hunting equipment.
Time passes, the Kent farm gets a reputation for having the scariest haunted hay ride around (take that Carter!) that one earned Danny his very own apple pie. Danny ate the whole thing it one sitting with a huge grin. Thanksgiving what quite the affair. Danny dressed up in Clark’s old suit which barely fit him and grinned as Clark introduced his spitfire of a wife. Danny and Lois get along immediately, she’s a bit nosey but she tells the most embarrassing stories about Clark in the big city. Not long after thanksgiving a little green puppy showed up in the fields playing with the cows. Pa brought it in only for it to pounce on Danny who laughs yelling “CUJO!?!? How the heck did you find me?!” Cujo joins the farm, playing with the cows and chasing the chickens living his best afterlife. The farm is isolated so no one questions it, and then Christmas happened.
During Thanksgiving dinner Clark and the Kents made plans for Lois and Clark to come Christmas Eve morning so they could help with everything and stay the night. That was before they had a tiny green dog to worry about.
Danny did everything to try to get cujo to stay in the ghost zone, and he thought it worked. They greeted the couple and all was going well. Clark was doing dishes when he heard Danny’s heart rate spike and he nearly dropped a plate, scared he was having a heart attack. He turned around only to see Danny staring out the window as he turned back to see what he was looking at Danny yelled how he needed help getting ma and pa’s gift from the shop. It should be done by now but he doesn’t have a license and would Clark be willing to drive him, like right now, before the store closed.
Clark is confused but figures it’s because it’s Danny’s first Christmas with the family and he’s just nervous but as they are headed out the door Danny immediately shuts the door, turns around and yells oops I forgot I already picked up their gift, wanna see it it’s upstairs. Things go on like that for about 30 min before Danny just collapses in a chair and Clark pats him on the shoulder and says “I know” Danny pops up and shouts “you know! But ma said?!”
Clark laughs “don’t worry about it, they’re really bad at hiding gifts each year, they try to be sneaky but dad in particular isn’t very subtle after a few cups of eggnog. I can never find them, but I always know when they made it into the house.” Danny just stares for a minute before laughing “yeah, you’re right” the two of them share a good laugh before lois walks in with a VERY familiar green puppy in her arms and says “I think someone went a little overboard on the christmas decorating this year.” Clark’s staring because that dog doesn’t have a heart beat wtf. Danny has dropped his head into his hands and groans and Pa runs in, grabs Cujo and yells “I caught him Martha!”
Clark just continues to stare and asks “is anyone going to explain the dead dog?” Danny looks up
“Who said he was dead?” Clark stares at Danny, Danny stares at Clark, Lois glances between the two of them before shouting “For fucks sake he’s you brother, Danny I don’t know what you’ve got going on with glowing green, apparently dead dog, but Clark is an alien.” Clark shouts “Lois!” She gives him a LOOK and says “he’s you’re brother, eventually he was gonna find your space ship in the attic.” Clark concedes because Lois is usually right about these things and looks back at Danny “I think it’s your turn now” meanwhile Danny, who was a little star struck because his new brother is an alien from SPACE, shakes out of his shock and picks up cujo and says very nonchalantly “Oh yeah, I’m dead.” Both Clark and Lois stare before Lois responds.
“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”
Mutt having never spent a valentines day with anyone and 141 (& co) finding out and treating them//how would each of them react? ((:
Cheeseball factory EP.1
"What's with all the flowers at the service desk??" You plop down next to Gaz on the couch in Price's office. Said man looked up from whatever he was doing at his desk meeting your gaze, "What's todays date?"
"The 14th I think, why?"
Gaz wraps an arm around your shoulders then, other hand on his heart as he leans into, sighing dramatically, "Valeentiiinesss dayyyy." You laughed,
"What is that?" The silence in the room was loud,
“My jokes are usually funny Gaz…”
Gaz laughs, “The day where you” he stands up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him, “and your honey,” he twirls you pulling you into his chest, grinning, “recount your love for each other” he puckers his lips comically, leaning into you.
You’re quick to put your hand over his mouth, “yuuuck!” You sing song back to him, other hand braced on his bicep, “No offense but that just sounds..mushy, gross. No thanks.” You laugh. He retreats his arms from around you, hands up in surrender, “To each their own, im more of a fan of the discount candy will have in the following days..”
“Now THAT I can get behind.” You walked over to Price’s desk, leaning across it, “How about you captain, what do you do?” His eyes meet yours, eyes crinkling as he smiles, “What you see right here love”. You nodded turning back to Gaz,
“What I tell ya? Mushy stuff, only for losers.” Mutt grinned, Gaz nodded, sigh leaving his lips,
“Speaking of losers, wheres your two lover boys?” You laugh,
“I probably don’t wanna know honestly..” your cheeks heat up at the thought. You three settled back into a comfortable silence after a while, going back to what you were doing previously.
It's quiet on base when you start to head back to Simon's room, rubbing your eyes from sleep as you go to turn the door knob. You flick the door side light switch on pausing at the sight.
In the center of the room sat a bouquet of flowers, with a little bear next to them. You slowly walked closer, bending down to pick the bear up, holding it gently in your palms as if it was made from glass.
No one else had been in the room with you. You thought that as foot steps come up behind you, you don't even turn. You know who it is by smell alone. You feel arms wrap around your waist, chin against the crown of your head.
"Happy valentines deh Cujo, go easy on the bear will ye?" He was trying to tease you, yet it fell on deaf ears, your eyes welling with tears as you realized it all. They liked the mushy stuff..and dedicated it to you. Of all people, you. You turn in the mans hold. His expression falling at seeing your tears.
You shove your face into his neck muttering watery thank yous. Hearing this his expression softened again, his hold on you tightening a little. You pull back a little to see his face, leaning up to his lips, kissing him gently. He eases his hand up to wipe your tears away with his thumb, you laugh gently, turning a bit more to see the figure leaning against the door frame,
Soap maneuvers behind you, hands on your shoulders, "He helped pick it out..bloody particular he is too. Wanted to make sure you got the absolute best." He whispered in your ear. Your grin widens as Soap gently pushes against your shoulders, walking you over to the other.
You're heart thumps as you run the rest of the way, bulldozing into the other man whose arm is quick to wrap around your middle. You nuzzle into his jacket, inhaling the scent of him, of Simon.
"Up to Mutt standards I presume?" His voice low as he speaks, you nod, "Yeah you sappy asshole. I love it, thank you.." Your voice trails off. You feel another body behind you, caging you in between the two bodies of bulk. You sigh. Only thought being,
What a hell of a way to go.
"I'm flattered you like it enough to read twice, anon!" yeah... twice. twice everyday, that would be closer to the truth <3
Hahahaaaa what? You wut?
Not just one reread?? But several?? Multiple?? You do this often?? And apparently you're not alone someone else said they reread every time I update.
I didn't think or even like dream people enjoyed the story enough to reread multiple times 😭 what is this. What.
A present for almost bringing me to tears, anon. This is one of the sweeter scenes in Part 14
There were pictures of a younger Danny, all scrawny, gangly limbs, bright smiles, and eyes full of hope and happiness. There were even more pictures taken in the past two and a half years. Some of just Jason, but majority pictures of Jason and Danny, with a healthy amount of the entire gang.
Jason could see a picture of him and Danny laughing on top of Frostbite's shoulders in the Far Frozen. Jason and Dani riding Fright Knight's steed through Hell while a pack of demons chased them. Sam, Tucker, Danny and Jason on a picnic in the Summer Lands. Jazz smacking Danny when he tried to drink mead in Valhalla while Jason was in the background comparing swords with the valkyries. Sam chatting with Persephone and Pandora while Hades played a board game with Danny, Jason and Tucker while Cujo and Cerberus played tug of war.
Don’t Try Again
Happy Truce @greatbigolhampuckjustforme
Here’s your fic, I hope you like it! AO3
“Give me your hand.”
She reached towards him. At the same time—no, faster than the others but only by just a moment.
It was long enough.
Once he took her hand he was pulled, firmly, securely, into her arms. It felt comforting, safe.
She had been his enemy, she had been his friend. She had almost been more.
Now, in this moment, she was his protector.
It had started fine. A normal day. Red Huntress was chasing him down after he dealt with Cujo’s weekly ‘walk’. (The one where he destroyed half the town because he had the zoomies.)
He hadn’t expected to fly face first into a ghost shield.
Then again, he had never been particularly observant.
The shield had been different from what he was used to—sticky and malleable as opposed to solid with a slight buzzy feeling. It also burned, not anything excessive, or that he couldn’t handle, but uncomfortable and corrosive nonetheless.
He couldn’t get it off. Like a mosquito trapped in amber, the more he struggled the more it started to incase him. Even Red Huntress had stopped, watching in dark fascination as Phantom became trapped.
His parents had jumped out from around a corner, claiming victory and monologing about their new invention.
His parents were still celebrating when the GIW found them, and started writing tickets and trying to claim government jurisdiction over his capture.
Danny didn’t bother rolling his eyes, but he did groan as he felt the substance start to turn hard and sharp around him. It made every move to escape both more difficult and more painful, the still soft and moldable parts eating away at his ectoplasm with the jagged bits digging into fresh wounds and making themselves at home.
He really wasn’t claustrophobic, especially not with the amount of times he got trapped in the thermos. Something about being completely unable to move without his physical form being dismissed though…Every movement punished…
It was shrinking.
The trap-burning goo-stuff that hurt.
It was getting smaller and burning through him. His ectoplasm. Was this how Dani felt? When she started fizzling away?
There was a moment were he just froze, the realization taking hold. He knew, of course, that his parents as hunters weren’t particularly worried about how safe their weapons and traps were to use on ghosts. They had no qualms about… well, anything, in the name of their research and vendetta.
He just kind of hoped that, like most of their inventions had been so far, their future inventions would turn out to be mostly useless.
His eyes met Red Huntress. She, unlike the other hunters, was not celebrating. She was watching though. Her nails tapped in an erratic rhythm against the weapon clipped to her belt and she looked on edge. Like she was half a second away from doing… something.
Danny didn’t know what that something might be.
Wasn’t really sure he wanted to either. His faith in humanity was starting to be at risk. At least Skulker’s traps were only ever uncomfortable or shorted out his powers. He’d never had one slowly start to dissolve him.
But he knew what he had to do. It wasn’t worth Ending over. And he could always do something to fix it if it went badly. As long as he survived. As long as whatever this was didn’t reach his core.
The crystallized goo splintered apart, cutting and tearing even deeper into Danny’s skin. But it didn’t burn anymore. At least whatever this was wouldn’t work on both forms. No worries about it being a modern Blood Blossom.
His parents’ eyes went wide behind their goggles, there was a gasp from Red Huntress and the GIW moved for their weapons.
Maddie was the fastest.
She hit him—hard.
The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick cracked against the side of his head and Danny staggered back down to his knees, crashing them into some of the thin splinters of the sharpened goo.
What? Why did she….?
He shook his head but that sent the whole world spinning and didn’t help him decipher any of the things being screamed over him.
The only thing he saw as the edges of his sight went blurry was Red Huntress reaching out, and the only thing he could do was take her hand before he collapsed entirely.
Danny woke up in a familiar room. It wasn’t his though, and he couldn’t remember—
“Owww,” he groaned, hand lifting to his head. Everything was still spinning, despite his accelerated healing. Luckily the rest of the wounds, cuts and general abrasions had disappeared during his impromptu nap. Only his knees were really still chewed up and someone had cleaned them up at least.
Right now he kind of wished his brain had disappeared too.
Two warm hands pressed gently at his shoulders. “Lie back down lover boy,” a warm voice said from beside him. “You’re hurt.”
“Val?” he asked, his vision still blurry. “What did you…?”
“I took you home to get you bandaged. You transformed in front of damn near every ghost hunter in town.”
He let himself fall back into the plush pillow, biting at his lip to try and ground the pain. “So you knew.”
There was a snort, and Danny closed his eyes. Figured. He was bad at lying.
“I didn’t know,” she said, to Danny’s surprise. “But I know your… cousin. So when you transformed I put two and two together. Unlike other, less talented hunters, I know you are who you say you are.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Her grip on his shoulders tightened, just a bit, before letting go and smoothing the wrinkles out of his shirt.
“Your parents are on a man hunt. They think the worst. You remember that Amorpho guy?”
“Couldn’t forget him if I tried.” A useful ally, but a horrible enemy to have. Especially if you didn’t know his tells.
“Yeah, well, they think you're something like a cross between him and Spectra.” She looked uncomfortable. “They think you… stole your own body.”
Danny sighed. “Of course they do. I need to talk to them, set this right.”
But Val was still holding him down.
“You’re not going anywhere to get yourself killed until you’re fully healed. Understand?”
Danny nodded slowly, careful not to move too much and set off the spinning again.
“Good.” She smiled, brushed a bit of hair from his forehead , then leaned down and kissed him gently on the corner of his eye. “Go back to sleep. I’ll run interference.”
He was fairly certain that sleeping after a concussion was probably a big no, but he was already half dead and a little brain damage was nothing compared to some of the other stuff he’d dealt with. So Danny let himself fall asleep, two warm and delicate hands carding through his hair and carefully avoiding the bandage there.
When he woke up it was to the smell of food. Real food, without that zesty sting of ectoplasm he’d grown used to. It smelled delicious, even if Danny’s head was still spinning as bad as it was last night he still probably wouldn’t have been able to resist seeking it out.
He was pretty much healed by now though, even with the sting of whatever it was that had gotten him trapped in the first place.
Walking slowly into the kitchen, he saw Val at the table, two plates and two cups of coffee still just barely steaming.
“You’re lucky,” she said. “The food was going to get cold if you took any longer waking up.”
“Thanks.” He sat down across from her and took a bite out of the toast before diving after the coffee.
Valerie was looking at him. It was the same gaze she’d always reserved for Danny Fenton ever since their almost-not-relationship. Warm, bemused, soft.
For some reason he had expected it to change when she found out. To turn sour, or dark, or bitter, or betrayed—
“Stop thinking so much,” she said, tossing a piece of toast at him.
He caught it and immediately licked the jam off in a small petty act of retribution.
Her laugh was still the same. And despite every warning Sam and Tucker had ever given, it still turned his core to goo just hearing it.
“You’re not mad?” He set the toast down, fiddling with his hands and avoiding eye contact. He knew what the answer likely was. Even so, he still really needed to hear it out loud. Something. A certainty worth holding onto even if it was likely to break his heart.
“Should I be?” she said softly, dropping her chin onto the back of her hand. “I mean, I tried to End you quite a bit before we started getting along better. And you knew who I was. That I was the one hunting you.
“Honestly if you had told me I would have thought you were trying to trick me or something but…”
She caught his gaze for a bit, searching. Eventually she gave up, pushed back from the table and sighed. “I saw your expression when your mom hit you.”
What expression did he have? Scared? Desperate? Was it too human to not believe?
Val gathered the empty dishes and walked them to the sink. Danny rushed to follow, offering to dry as she cleaned them.
“… You looked like you were expecting it.”
She turned to him, her hand resting warm and still a bit wet over his own on the counter.
“Will you be okay Danny?”
That was the question wasn’t it?
“I don’t think that’s really up to me anymore,” he chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand.
Val frowned. Her grip tightened.
She stepped even closer, not letting him pull back, crowding him against the counter and wow.
Danny knew she was strong– all sturdy muscles and a solid frame so vastly unlike his own lanky moldable-even-when-he-was-human form, but it was different entirely to have the full force of that muscle pressed against him.
He fought a blush. They’d decided, the two of them, that their fight was more important. Danny needed to protect Amity Park. So did Val.
They’d tried protecting it from each other. Then with each other. Then adjacent to each other.
It was better not to get too involved with all those… secrets.
“Danny,” she said, catching his eyes. “No more secret identities right?”
She nodded too and lifted a hand slowly to his cheek, as if asking for permission. He didn’t stop her.
Even as she leaned in. Even as she kissed him.
He tried to stop her when she pulled away though.
They stayed like that for some time. Touch, taste, warmth, the only things Danny bothered to think about. Living (for once) in the moment.
But there was only so long a single moment could last, and eventually they pulled apart.
“If you need help—“
Danny chuckled. “I already come to you when I need help, Val.”
She blushed, her skin just a touch darker around her ears and cheeks. “Shut up,” she said. “This time I won’t try and run you off, okay?”
“Let’s get to school.” She walked back to her room to grab her bag, and Danny remembered he was still wearing the same gross clothes from yesterday. They were torn in very unflattering ways with splatters of unknown goo, ectoplasm, and blood.
They also smelled bad.
“Uh… lemme call Jazz first.”
Jazz was able to bring his clothes so he could shower in the locker room. Other than that, school was pretty normal. He warned Sam and Tucker that his secret was probably out so they should be prepared in case anyone went after them.
The trouble was, he didn’t really know what to do now. Should he go home? Ask to stay at someone’s place? Hide out in the Zone for a bit? What would help get his parents to trust him? What would keep him safe?
Was there even a good answer to that?
Why was he so scared? There were plenty of times they found out and accepted him… before he reset time or reality or their memories—
He could always do that again. Ask Clockwork for a favor, rewind time a day. Just one. He was usually pretty accommodating with those kinds of requests.
But the memory of a warm kiss after breakfast stopped him.
Would they have that if he didn’t let this go?
Was one of these things worth the cost of the other?
Why was he so scared? Still?
Val found him after the last class ended. There weren’t any ghost attacks all day. Danny didn’t know if it was because the day itself was just a bit boring, or if his parents' new traps had done more damage than he’d like to think about, but he still couldn’t concentrate in class.
Because of course not. His day off was for worry and confusion and over thinking. Relaxation? That was for the — well clearly not for the dead, huh?
“You’re sure you feel alright?” she asked.
“Right as rain!” Danny forced an easy going grin. “Real rain, not the ecto-mix we get here in Amity Park.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re half ghost. I think the Ecto-mix is actually a better metaphor.”
Exaggerating a pout, Danny trailed a fake tear down the side of his cheek. “You wound me.”
“I’ll try to avoid that in the future.” She ruffled his hair, gently, and then she was gone. With the speed she left, she probably had work right after school.
He watched her go, lost in thoughts once more. What were they now? What could they be if he just let this go? Let whatever was happening, happen.
What would happen if he didn’t?
“Danny?” Jazz tapped him on the shoulder. Startling him.
It took a second of Danny holding a hand over his heart and glaring at his sister before he calmed back down to his usual– probably unhealthy– levels of anxiety.
He shook his head and started walking. “Sorry, thinking about homework. What were you saying?”
She didn’t look convinced. She shouldn’t, he was a bad liar. But he was trying. “Are you sure you want to come home tonight? Val told me—“
“Yeah,” he shrugged, forcing his smile to look more relaxed than he felt. “The longer I put it off the worse it’ll be, you know?”
Jazz shook her head. “It’s your choice little brother.”
No, not really. If he had a choice…
Would he tell them anything at all? Would he have told anyone?
Wouldn’t he have kept it from Jazz too?
“Mom?” Danny knocked on the door of the lab, Jazz next to him just in case. “Dad? Can I talk to you for a second?”
It was silent. Danny called out again.
This… wasn’t a good sign.
He stepped back.
A voice, sickly sweet. “Where are you going, sweety?”
His mom and dad stepped up from the bottom of the basement, the shadows hiding most of their expressions.
“I needed to explain—“
He heard it before he saw it. But it didn’t matter either way. Jazz was pushing him aside and shouting.
“Get out of here for now!”
So he did.
He disappeared and watched his sister argue with his parents about how human he was and—
“We won’t hurt him! We just want to make sure—“
Was the last thing he heard before he made it outside.
To make sure.
Of what? How? What was that thing they shot at him? A new invention? Already?
His stamina had never been very good so the short sprint from home was very short and soon Danny was just walking in the opposite direction of his house. Aimless.
It wasn’t like he had to worry about curfew right then, not with the much bigger threat looming over him.
He was just outside the Nasty burger and about a third of the way to Tucker’s place when he heard it.
“Get run out?”
“Taking a walk,” Danny smiled up at Red Huntress as she hovered above him. “Walking’s for nerds. Come take a flight with me instead.”
So he did that too.
Easier to go with the flow than to try and think on his own.
He transformed, not bothering to look if anyone saw him. The ones that mattered knew now anyways.
“Can you even keep up on that thing?” He nodded towards Val’s hoverboard even as she revved it. “Or should I go easy on you?”
“Hah!” She shifted her weight back, zooming forward past Danny. “If anything, I should be the one with a handicap.”
He smirked, watching her silhouette as it got smaller, then flew after her. It was more fun to catch up than to stay ahead.
They ran across Skulker. Because of course they did. Turned out the reason today was so quiet was because he’d been planning some kind of ambush and scaring other ghosts away.
Too bad for him.
“Ah,” he said, looking up from the trap he was setting as Danny and Val both slowed to a stop above him. “You’re here a bit… early.”
“Sorry about that,” Danny said, “I’d have taken another lap around town before stopping but I didn’t want to embarrass anyone.”
“Ha,” Red Huntress rested her large ecto-weapon on her shoulder. “You’re lucky I was going easy on you then. Otherwise the one embarrassed would be Phantom.”
“You’re just saying that cause I won~”
“In your dreams.”
“That’s weird, the last dream I had you were definitely—“
She coughed, loudly. “J-just help me catch this creep!”
Success. Danny would love to see if she was blushing under her helmet, but for now just getting her flustered was reward enough.
Skulker had tried to run off while the two of them were distracted, so Danny threw a wall of ice in front of him, forcing him to turn around. He shot a net out in retaliation, and Danny (in his usual fashion) couldn’t decide whether to phase through it or dodge and got tangled up in it.
“Ha! I see your dodging hasn’t improved.” Red Huntress zoomed past, aiming her ectoweapon and firing three shots successively. Each one missed as Skulker dodged and burned a hole through Danny’s ice shield.
“I see your aim hasn’t improved,” he sneered, finally cutting away the last of the net with a sharpened piece of Ecto-ice.
An ecto-blast whistled right past his ear and Danny glanced up, affronted.
“Whoops~,” Red Huntress sang before following after it. “Try to keep up this time, would ya?”
Danny let himself smile as he kicked away the last of the net. Maybe he should let her win this one.
They had defeated Skulker and Danny let Red Huntress trap him in her cube to send him back to the Ghost Zone. He didn’t really know when he’d be able to use his parents’ portal again after all.
She released her suit, and he undid his transformation, and the two of them walked, hand in hand for a bit, before deciding to get some food at the Nasty Burger.
He hadn’t even taken a bite of the fries before everything started to weigh on him again.
“I just… don’t get it,” he mumbled, unable to even taste the salty mush now in his mouth. “You handled it so well.”
Val sat back. “I told you, I met your cousin. I already knew about—“
“Everyone always handles it so well… why can’t they?”
He didn’t mean to interrupt. Didn’t really mean to say any of it out loud either. But she leaned in before he could apologize.
“What do you mean Danny?” Her hand reached for his.
“Everytime…” he thought back to the different times and different situations where his secret got out. Desiree, Freakshow, some of the others… “Dash and Paulina and Lancer always handle it well when they find out even though they hate me—“
“I don’t think Mr. Lancer hates you.”
“And Jazz handled it so well too! Why isn’t there one—one timeline where they handled it with grace?”
“Danny,” her hand grabbed his shoulder. “Timeline?”
He didn’t answer.
She let go reluctantly and it showed on her face. In the pinch of her brow and the confusion of her eyes.
“Danny, can you do something for me?”
Her voice was light and Danny found himself nodding without even thinking. Of course he would. He would do anything he could to help her.
It took a moment. Them gazing into each others eyes, trying to read what the other was thinking, before she smiled and pat his hand.
“Good. Promise me you won’t reset this timeline. You won’t try to change their reactions—“
She held a hand to his mouth. “No. Give them a chance to grow, to get used to it. And don’t take this,” she squeezed his shoulder, gesturing to the two of them, “away from me.”
“Okay,” he said, “okay.”
They shared another small kiss, short and sweet, before she punched him on the shoulder and told him to man up.
“I’ll go with you,” she said. “Let’s set this straight.”
And maybe this time they would.
Didn't Wanna Feel Old in 2023? Sucks to be You!
Happy 2023 everybody! It's a new year meaning I've got new goals to meet. Goals like finally publishing something, setting up commissions so people can pay me to do what I love, cross-posting between my account here and on deviantART, summoning more kaijus just so they can play elaborate games of poker, y'know, all that good stuff. It also means the return of my 'list of things that have reached a milestone anniversary' list. However, it seems like I've been doing this for so long that these lists have in fact reached their own milestone. From what I could tell, this is the fifth year of my doing this, at least on deviantART. If that doesn't make you feel right from the gate, I present the following:
If I don't mention this my buddy Volts48 won't let me rest; the highly influential sci-fi movie Metropolis turns 100 years old this year, meaning it is now in the public domain. I plan to take full advantage of this fact later, but for now I have the rest of this list to get to...
Anything from 1973 turns 50 years old this year. This includes...
Schoolhouse Rock! (Jan 6th)
Beneath the Planet of the Apes (June 13th)
Robin Hood (yes, the version with the fox) (Nov 18th)
Pirates of the Caribbean (Magic Kingdom) (December 15th)
Charlotte's Web (the animated movie, not the book) (March 1st)
Godzilla vs Megalon (March 17th)
The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (April 5th)
Soylent Green (May 9th)
The Exorcist (December 26th)
A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving (November 20th)
The Young and the Restless (March 26th)
Star Trek: The Animated Series (Sept 8th)
Super Friends (Sept 8th)
Asteroid (Space Race) (July 16th)
The Night Gwen Stacy Died (MARVEL) (June - July 1973)
'We’re an American Band' by Grand Funk Railroad
'Free Bird' by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album (Oct 5th)
Anything from 1978 turns 45 years old this year. This includes...
Alien (May 25th)
The Cat from Outer Space (June 9th)
The Star Wars Holiday Special (Nov 17th)
The Small One (Dec 16th)
Jaws 2 (June 16th)
Grease (July 8th)
Revenge of the Pink Panther (July 13th)
Animal House (July 28th)
Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (Oct 8th)
Halloween (Oct 25th)
Watership Down (Nov 1st)
The Lord of the Rings (animated version) (Nov 15th)
Superman: The Movie (Dec 15th)
Lupin the Third: The Secret of Mamo (Dec 16th)
Fantasy Island (Jan 14th)
The Incredible Hulk (TV series) (March 10th)
The Amazing Spider-Man (TV series) (April 15th)
Hanna Barbera's Godzilla (Sept 9th)
Yogi's Space Race (Sept 9th)
Taxi (Sept 12th)
WKRP in Cincinnati (Sept 18th)
Space Invaders (April 1st)
Anything from 1983 turns 40 years old this year. This includes...
Mickey Mouse Splashdance
Journey into Imagination (EPCOT) (March 5th)
Winnie the Pooh and A Day for Eeyore (March 26th)
Tokyo Disneyland (April 15th)
They Disney Channel (Rest in Peace) (April 18th)
Welcome to Pooh Corner (April 18th)
Star Wars VI: Return of the Jedi (May 25th)
Pinocchio's Daring Journey (Disneyland) (May 25th)
Sorcerer's Apprentice (Atari 2600) (Aug 5th)
Horizons (EPCOT) (Oct 1st)
Mickey's Christmas Carol (Dec 16th)
The first annual Walt Disney World Christmas Day parade (Dec 25th)
Superman III (June 17th)
Jaws 3-D (July 22nd)
National Lampoon's Vacation (July 29th)
Risky Business (Aug 5th)
Cujo (August 12th)
A Christmas Story (Nov 18th)
Scarface (Dec 9th)
Fraggle Rock (Jan 10th)
A-Team (Jan 23rd)
Reading Rainbow (July 11th)
He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Sept 5th)
Alvin and the Chipmunks (Sept 17th)
Cheers (Sept 30th)
The Video Game Crash of 1983
Mirage Studios (Sept 30th)
DC acquires Blue Beetle, Captain Atom, and The Question
'Let's Dance' by David Bowie
'Mr. Roboto' by Styx
The My Little Pony franchises as a whole
Anything from 1988 turns 35 years old this year. This includes...
Good Morning Vietnam (Jan 15th)
The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (Jan 17th)
IllumiNations (EPCOT) (Jan 20th)
Totally Minnie (Feb 25th)
Willow (May 20th)
Big (June 3rd)
Norway (EPCOT) (June 3rd)
Mickey's Birthdayland (Magic Kingdom) (June 18th)
Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (June 21st)
Die Hard (July 22nd)
Language Arts Through Imagination starring Figment (he's a dragon) (Sept 8th)
Oliver and Company (Nov 18th)
Tin Toy (Dec 30th)
Beetlejuice (March 30th)
Return of the Killer Tomatoes (April 22nd)
Rambo III (May 25h)
Killer Klowns from Outer Space (May 27th)
My Neighbor Totoro (July 13th)
Mac & Me (Aug 12th)
Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf (Sept 14th)
Akira (Oct 19th)
They Live (Nov 14th)
The Land Before Time (Nov 18th)
Scrooged (Nov 23rd)
Michael Jackson's Moonwalker (Nov 29th)
The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad! (Dec 2nd)
Twins (Dec 9th)
Count Duckula (Feb 6th)
Denver, the Last Dinosaur (April 1st)
A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (Sept 10th)
Alf Tales (Sept 10th)
Garfield and Friends (Sept 17th)
A Nightmare on Elm Street: Freddy's Nightmares (Oct 8th)
Mystery Science Theater 3000 (Nov 24th)
Final Fantasy II (Dec 17th)
Mega Man 2 (Dec 24th)
Super Mario Bros. 2 and 3
The Killing Joke by Alan Moore
Batman: A Death in the Family (this was not Batman's year)
'Don't Worry Be Happy' by Bobby McFerrin
'It Takes Two by Rob Base' and DJ EZ Rock
'Parents Just Don't Understand' by Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff
'Nothin' But a Good Time' by Poison
'Cult of Personality' by Living Colour
Anything from 1993 turns 30 years old this year. This includes...
Homeward Bound: An Incredible Journey (Feb 3rd)
Roger Rabbit in Trail Mix-Up (March 12th)
The Sandlot (April 7th)
Super Mario Bros, the unfortunate film (May 28th)
Hocus Pocus (July 16th)
Robin Hood: Men in Tights (July 28th)
Bill Nye the Science Guy (Sept 10th)
Boy Meets World (Sept 24th)
The Nightmare Before Christmas (Oct 29th)
Mrs. Doubtfire (Nov 2nd)
Disney's Sing-A-Long Songs: The 12 Days of Christmas (Dec 1993)
Tombstone (Dec 25th)
Groundhog Day (Feb 12th)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III (March 19th)
Jurassic Park (June 11th)
Last Action Hero (June 13th)
Free Willy (July 16th)
Coneheads (July 23rd)
Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (Aug 13th)
The Thief and the Cobbler (Aug 25th)
Demolition Man (Oct 8th)
Addams Family Values (Nov 19th)
We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story (Nov 24th)
Schindler's List (Dec 15th)
Wallace & Gromit in The Wrong Trousers (Dec 17th)
Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (Dec 25th)
Beavis and Butt-Head (March 8th)
The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. (Aug 27th)
Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (Aug 28th)
Late Show with David Letterman (Aug 30th)
The X-Files (Sept 10th)
Legends of the Hidden Temple (Sept 11th)
Animaniacs (Sept 13th)
Late Night with Conan O'Brien (Sep 13th)
Fraiser (Sept 16th)
Rocko's Modern Life (Sept 18th)
The Atari Jaguar
Sam and Max: Hit the Road
Batman: Knightfall by Alan Grant
'I'll Do Anything For Love' by Meatloaf
'Shoop' by Salt-n-Peppa (Deadpool's favorite!)
Anything from 1998 turns 25 years old this year. This includes...
Movie Surfers (Jan 1st)
Beauty and the Beast: Belle's Magical World (Feb 17th)
PB&J Otter (March 15th)
The Enchanted Tiki Room (Under New Management) (April 5th)
Toon Disney (April 18th)
Disney's Animal Kingdom (April 22nd)
Mulan (July 22nd)
The Parent Trap (remake) (July 29th)
Hercules: The Series (Aug 31st)
Out of the Box (Oct 7th)
Halloweentown (Oct 17th)
The Lion King II: Simba's Pride (Oct 27th)
Rollie Pollie Ollie (Nov 6th)
A Bug's Life (Nov 24th)
Mighty Joe Young (Dec 25th)
Elmopalooza (Feb 20th)
The Big Lebowski (March 16th)
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (May 19th)
The unfortunate American Godzilla film (May 20th) and it's surprisingly good TV follow up (Sept 12th)
The Truman Show (June 5th)
Saving Private Ryan (July 24th)
Blade (Aug 19th)
Rush Hour (Sept 18th)
Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island (Sept 22nd)
Antz (Oct 2nd)
The Rugrats Movie (Nov 20th)
The Prince of Egypt (Dec 16th)
Power Rangers in Space (Feb 6th)
CatDog (April 4th)
Sex and the City (June 6th)
Whose Line Is It Anyway? (Aug 5th)
That 70s Show (Aug 23rd)
The Wild Thornberrys (Sept 1st)
Will & Grace (Sept 21st)
The Powerpuff Girls (Nov 18th)
Banjo Kazooie (June 29th)
Spyro the Dragon (Sept 19th)
Half Life (Nov 19th)
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (Nov 21st)
The Sega Dreamcast
Spider-Girl (Feb 1998) - Fitting, considering she makes her cinematic debut this year in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
'I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith from the soundtrack for Armageddon
'...Baby One More Time' by Brittney Spears
Anything from 2003 turns 20 years old this year. This includes...
That's So Raven (Jan 17th)
The Jungle Book 2 (Feb 14th)
Atlantis: Milo's Return (Feb 25th)
Piglet's Big Movie (March 21st)
Holes (April 18th)
The Lizzie McGuire Movie (May 2nd)
X2 (May 2nd)
Finding Nemo (May 30th)
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (July 9th)
The Simpsons: Hit & Run (Sept 16th)
Lilo & Stitch! The Series (Sept 20th)
Mickey's PhilharMagic (Magic Kingdom) (Oct 8th)
Brother Bear (Nov 1st)
Star Wars: Clone Wars (Tartakovsky) (Nov 7th)
The Haunted Mansion (movie) (Nov 26th)
Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time (Nov 28th)
Destino (Dec 19th)
Kangaroo Jack (January 17th)
Daredevil (movie) (Feb 14th)
Charlotte's Web 2: Wilbur's Great Adventure (March 18th)
Daddy Day Care (May 4th)
Matrix Reloaded (May 16th) and Revolutions (Oct 27th)
Bruce Almighty (May 23rd)
Rugrats Go Wild (June 13th)
Ang Lee's Hulk (June 17th)
The Room (June 27th)
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (July 2nd)
Freddy vs Jason (Aug 13th)
Kill Bill: Volume 1 (Oct 10th)
Elf (Nov 7th)
The Cat in the Hat (movie) (Nov 8th)
Looney Tunes: Back in Action (Nov 9th)
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (Dec 17th)
Big Fish (Dec 25th)
Mythbusters (Jan 23rd)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (KidsWB animated series) (Feb 8th)
Power Rangers Ninja Storm (Feb 15th)
Red vs Blue (April 1st)
All Grown Up! (April 12th)
Spider-Man: The New Animated Series (July 11th)
Teen Titans (July 19th)
My Life as a Teenage Robot (Aug 1st)
Clifford's Puppy Days (Sept 1st)
Devil May Cry 2 (Jan 25th)
Postal 2 (April 14th)
Tomb Raider: The Angel of Darkness (June 20th)
Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (July 5th)
Jak II (Oct 14th)
Max Payne 2: The Fall of Max Payne (Oct 14th)
Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (Oct 28th)
SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom (Oct 29th)
Call of Duty (Oct 29th)
Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando (Nov 11th)
Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc
Invincible (Image) (Jan 2003)
JLA/Avengers (Sept 2003)
The Walking Dead (Image) (Oct 2003)
'Where is the Love?' by Black Eyed Peas
Anything from 2008 turns 15 years old this year. This includes...
Phineas and Ferb (Feb 1st)
Horton Hears a Who! (movie) (March 3rd)
Iron Man (May 2nd), The Incredible Hulk (June 13th), and the birth of the MCU
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (May 22nd)
Toy Story Mania! (Hollywood Studios) (June 17th)
WALL-E (aka the greatest movie ever!) (June 27th)
Star Wars: Clone Wars (movie) (Aug 10th)
Star Wars: The Force Unleashed (Sept 16th)
High School Musical 3: Senior Year (Oct 24th)
Tinker Bell (Oct 28th)
BURN-E (Nov 18th)
Bolt (Nov 21st)
A Muppets Christmas: Letters to Santa (Dec 17th)
The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie (Jan 11th)
Rambo (Jan 24th)
Kung Fu Panda (June 6th)
Hellboy II: The Golden Army (July 11th)
The Dark Knight (July 18th)
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (Aug 1st)
Ponyo (Aug 14th)
Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (Nov 7th)
Twilight (Nov 21) - I'M VENGEANCE!
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (Jan 13th)
Breaking Bad (Jan 20th)
Power Rangers Jungle Fury (Feb 18th)
Spectacular Spider-Man (the best incarnation of the wall-crawler) (March 8th)
Ben 10: Alien Force (April 8th)
The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack (June 5th)
The Penguins of Madagascar (Nov 28th)
Super Smash Bros Brawl (Jan 31st)
God of War: Chains of Olympus (March 4th)
Dead Space (Oct 13th)
Spider-Man: Web of Shadows (Oct 21st)
Little Big Planet (Oct 27th)
Fallout 3 (Oct 28th)
Mirror's Edge (Nov 11th)
Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe (Nov 16th)
Gears of War 2 (Nov 7th)
Left 4 Dead (Nov 17th)
Sonic Unleashed (Nov 18th)
Grand Theft Auto IV (Dec 2nd)
Lego Batman and Indiana Jones
Final Crisis (May 2008)
Marvel Apes (Oct - Nov 2008)
'I Kissed a Girl' and 'Hot n Cold' by Katty Perry
'Viva la Vida' by Coldplay
'So What?' by P!NK
Anything from 2013 turns 10 years old this year. This includes...
Sofia the First (Jan 11th)
Aliens: Colonial Marines (Feb 12th)
Oz, the Great and Powerful (March 8th)
Iron Man 3 (May 3rd)
Mystic Point (Hong Kong Disneyland) (May 17th)
Monsters University (June 21st)
Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel (Aug 16th)
Disney Infinity (Aug 18th)
Castle of Illusion starring Mickey Mouse (Sep 2nd)
Toy Story of Terror! (Oct 16th)
Thor: The Dark World (Nov 8th)
Frozen (Nov 27th)
The current run of Mickey Mouse cartoons (Nov 29th)
Saving Mr. Banks (Dec 20th)
Texas Chainsaw 3D (Jan 4th)
Evil Dead (remake) (April 5th)
The Purge (June 7th)
Man of Steel (June 14th)
My Little Pony: Equestria Girls (June 16th)
Despicable Me 2 (July 3rd)
Pacific Rim (July 12th)
Turbo (July 17th)
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 (Sept 27th)
The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (Nov 22nd)
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (Dec 13th)
Teen Titans Go! (April 23rd) - HOW IS THIS STILL ON THE AIR!?!?!?
Orange Is the New Black (July 11th)
PAW Patrol (Aug 12th)
Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Sept 17th)
Rick and Morty (Dec 2nd)
Tomb Raider (March 5th)
God of War: Ascension (March 12th)
BioShock Infinite (March 26th)
Injustice: Gods Among Us (April 16th)
The Last of Us (June 14th)
Deadpool (video game) (June 25th)
Rayman Legends (Aug 29th)
Grand Theft Auto V (Sept 17th)
The Stanley Parable (Oct 17th)
Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag (Oct 29th)
'Get Lucky' by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams
'My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)' by Fall Out Boy
'Roar' by Katy Perry
'Wagon Wheel' by Darius Ruckus
'Wrecking Ball' by Miley Cyrus
'Applause' by Lady Gaga'
'What Does the Fox Say?' by Ylvis
'Happy' by Pharrell Williams
And with all that said, I hope you all have a happy new year!
Did I miss any milestones? If I did, feel free to let me know in the comments. For now though, MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!
Crossover Danuary Week Day 3 & 4
Day 3 & 4: Sound/Free Day (DP x Batman xover)
(I'm counting this for both days since it technically fits both prompts and I wrote the majority of this between 10 p.m. and 2 a.m. _(:з)∠)_
Read the AO3 version here! (It has endnotes )
Summary: Danny was fourteen and Damian was now seven. And every day he wondered how his little brother went from a cute, giggling baby to a brat out of hell.
or: 5 Times Damian Refuses to Call Danny by his Name and 1 Time He Does.
or: We're bringing back the classing fanfic trope! Danny dies and gets reincarnated as Damian Wayne's older brother.
Contrary to popular expectations, when Danny Fenton finally (fully) died, he did not wake up in the Ghost Zone.
Instead, he woke up a newborn infant, swaddled in the arms of a woman who looked nothing like his mother but called him son with such affection and wonder that it warmed his little heart. He snuggled closer to his new mother, content to sleep the days away.
Later on, when he grew out of the cloudiness of his infant mind and learned of exactly what kind of world he was reborn into, he might regret being so idle. But for now, Danny would rest. The mantle of hero was a heavy thing, and he could use a long, long break from it.
I. What’s in a name
When he was born into this strange new world, his grandfather bestowed upon him the name Ibn al’ Xuffasch. A moniker given in honor of his mysterious father. A shadow, a presence, a looming expectation placed upon him.
His mother—not mom, for that’s a title reserved for someone else—gave him a much better name.
Danyal al Ghul.
He still preferred going by Danny, even if no one at the League of Assassins ever called him that.
Well…not yet at least.
He pressed a hand against the walls of the artificial gestational tube, nose squished against the glass as Danny watched his new little brother float in the murky green waters. Mother said his brother’s name was Damian.
Damian was conceived five months ago, though looking at him now, you wouldn’t think that. He looked around eight to nine months, his growth and development artificially sped up with the use of highly unethical science. Danny should protest, and he probably would have in his previous life, but goddammit he was lonely, ok? Being the only kid in the League was awful. Almost as awful as the constant hero worship he had to endure after the disasteroid incident.
Besides, it isn’t as if this is the weirdest shit he’d seen.
“Danny,” he whispered to his brother. “My name is Danny. Remember that, ok squirt?”
Little Damian gave a little kick.
Danny will take that as a yes.
II. First Words
According to the League physician, Damian was progressing along normally. His accelerated gestational period didn’t seem to have any negative side effects that they knew of, and overall he was a very healthy, happy baby.
Danny was absolutely enamored with baby Damian, even at the ripe old age of seven (give or take a few centuries). He was just so small. Tiny. Fragile. An innocent little thing, his brother was. Not fit for life in the League.
If he could, he would take Damian away from the confines of Nanda Parbat and the two of them would strike out on their own. Or maybe they would find this father of theirs and shack up with him. It was too bad his powers were locked away somewhere. He could still access them on some level, but they were muted; a weak replacement compared to what Danny could do in his heyday.
Oh, well. Maybe it was for the best. A seven-year-old and a baby running halfway around the world to find their dad? It was a stupid plan now, really.
Damian giggled as Danny handed him a mini ice-figurine of Cujo. He clasped it with his pudgy hands, waving it around with his tiny little arms.
Danny almost let out an aww.
Nope. Screw that. He was aww-ing
It was just the two of them in Damian’s nursery, sat on a soft play mat in the middle of the room. Usually, Danny would still be doing his lessons around this time. Katas and strengthening exercises, botany, languages, advanced math, and sciences— the works. The benefit of reincarnating into a world similar enough to his Earth is that you usually know all of this shit already. Sure, having to relearn his center of gravity with every new growth spurt was annoying, but having access to some of his enhanced speed, strength, and centuries of combat experience helped him get over that hurdle. He could wipe the floor with some of these fuckers.
Ra’s al Ghul could cluck his tongue at Danny’s “lack of ambition” all he liked, but even he couldn’t deny that Danny was competent. It’s why Danny could get away with cutting his lessons early. That and Talia’s occasional indulgence, of course.
Damian babbled as he played. Danny made him some more ice figurines; play was an important part of children's development, and Danny needed an excuse to keep his memory fresh. He made a cow first, just because. Next, he made Princess Dora’s dragon form. Then Fright Knight’s Horse. Then he made Lilith, a black cat he and Tucker gave Sam for her forty-fifth birthday. And just for shits and giggles, he made this one weird creature he saw in the ghost zone that had one too many legs and looked like a five-year-old’s drawing of a horse…if said five year old never saw a horse.
Damian shrieked with glee, grabbings as much of the figurines as his hands would allow.
Danny didn’t really know if the flailing his brother did actually had a purpose to it or if Damian just really liked smacking Cujo and the weird horse ghost together. He was content, for the most part, to watch. He laid on his side, head propped up by one arm, his free hand grabbing a figurine and engaging Damian in whatever storyline he conjured up.
Lilith the cat charged against the horse-ghost with a roar. Damian laughed, sacrificing the horse-ghost to his cruel fate and summoning Dora to fight at Cujo’s side.
They played and laughed and giggled. Lilith the cat fought bravely but was felled by the mighty cow. He blew raspberries into Damian’s mouth as revenge, much to his brother’s annoyance. Sullen little Damian hit him on the head, and Danny acted out his tragic death with such drama that would make Mr. Lancer proud.
He was too good, apparently. His fake death fooled Damian so well that he started blubbering.
Holy shit was he trying to say his first words?
Danny bolted up. “Come on, Dami, you can do it! Say ‘Danny.’ Dan-ee.”
Damian floundered over the sounds, testing the shapes. “Dah— Daaah—”
Damian’s face shone with pride. Danny didn’t have the heart to correct him.
He admitted defeat with a sigh. “Yeah. That’s right, bud. Daya.”
One day. One day he’ll get someone to say his name right.
Danny was fourteen and Damian was now seven. And every day he wondered how his little brother went from a cute, giggling baby to a brat out of hell. He was snooty and arrogant. The second Damian beat someone in a spar they were no longer ‘worthy’ of his consideration. Skills were flaunted with no thought of humility. Servants treated as just another part of the background.
And most of all he was so god damn stubborn.
Danny stopped running and turned around, hands on his hips. “Damian stop running and take a break.”
Damian stumbled to a halt, panting viciously. He wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand. “No, I—hah!—can still keep going.” Though his green eyes burned with resolve, Danny could see the way Damian’s knees shook and how he kept inching towards the cluster of trees to their right.
Danny, seeing as how mother put him in charge of Damian’s physical fitness for the day, decided to be the responsible adult. “No. You can’t. Now sit your but down in the shade before I make you.”
“You don’t have to tell me what to do, Danyal. I can take care of myself.”
Danny sighed. There was a time, once, that Damian would gleefully call him ‘Danny.’ But one day it just— stopped. Ever since then, it was ‘brother’ or ‘Danyal’; the names said with aloof politeness or hissed behind a snarl. Damian’s stubbornness streak manifested around this time too. As well as his tendency to push himself too hard in his training.
Danny blamed Ra’s. Bastard.
He threw his water at Damian who caught it with one hand. “I don’t have to do anything, but since one of us here is clearly begging to pass out from heat exhaustion—”
“You are not.”
Danny stared down at Damian.
Damian glowered at Danny.
The silence of the jungle stretched between them.
Damian looked away first. He uncapped the water bottle and guzzled half of it down. Damian leaned back against the trunk of the nearest tree and slid down to a crouch, water bottle dangling between his fingers.
Danny carded a hand through his hair, fingers resting at the back of his neck. He sighed. A flock of birds flew overhead.
“Grandfather said that you could run the circuit of Infinity Island three times without breaking a sweat.”
God damn it Ra’s.
Danny scratched his cheek. “I mean, I took my time with it, so of course I wouldn’t sweat too much.”
Damian glared at him. “He said you could do it in an hour and a half.”
An hour and ten minutes to be exact. But Danny wasn’t going to say that.
He plopped himself right next to Damian, stretching his legs. “You don’t have to do things the way I did them, you know that?”
“‘Tt.’ Easy for you to say.”
“And what does that mean?”
“You don’t see it.” Damian thumped the water bottle onto the dirt. “Of course you don’t. Why would you? It’s probably beneath your notice.”
“Damian.” Danny placed a hand on his shoulder but Damian tore himself away, dragging himself to his feet.
“You don’t see it. Have you heard what they call you? A genius. A prodigy. They look at you and see the heir of the Demon’s Head. The pride of the al Ghul bloodline.” His jaw clenched, hand reaching up to fist his shirt. “They look at you and see someone worthy. Then they look at me and wonder why I'm so lacking.”
There are many upsides to being reincarnated with your memories and skills intact, even more so when you’ve lived for hundreds of years.
Here’s the downside to all that: you start forgetting. Once, before he was permanently known as Phantom, and before the reality of his longevity kicked in, Danny Fenton was a younger sibling. And while the youngest child usually got the reputation of being able to get away with anything, it wasn’t exactly true for young children born into the family of the exceptional. His old parents were certified geniuses, pioneers of the scientific world. They tore a hole into a parallel dimension for god sake. Jazz, though not as interested in engineering, was in the same caliber. She got the highest score on the C.A.T test, was already being scouted by Ivy Leagues when she was a sophomore in high school, and eventually made a name for herself in the psychiatric community as one of its leading researchers.
Sure, Danny moonlighted as a hero. Sure, after the disasteroid there was a statue of him in every capital in the world. But before all that happened, there was a time when Danny was desperate to catch up to the high bar his sister set. And there were many more times when he failed to measure up.
Danny didn’t realize that he was putting Damian through the exact same thing.
“Damian…” He needed to say something. Anything. “Is that why you won’t call me ‘Danny’ anymore?”
Damian clenched his fist, turning away from him. “I don’t need your pity, Danyal. I’m going on ahead.”
His little brother ran further into the dense jungle.
Danny watched him go.
Damian was ten and he was seventeen when Nanda Parbat came under attack. An attempted coup by their grandfather’s old pupil Slade Wilson.
Their casualties were many, amongst them being Ra’s al Ghul himself, dying but a few feet away from the Lazarus Pit and body too damaged for it to be of use. Damian cried over their grandfather’s body. Danny pulled him close, burying his silent tears in Damian’s hair. He had no love for Ra’s, but the man was his grandfather, his family, and Danny will mourn him all the same.
Their mother pulled them both in for a hug and held them tight.
There was no time to mourn.
Plans are made, arrangements are settled, Damian was not happy with any of this.
“I want to come with you.”
Mother answered with a curt “no.”
Damian bristled, hands curling into fists. “But Danyal gets to go! Why do I have to stay in Gotham?”
“Your brother is older,” their mother said, voice spilling honey, saccharine and sweet. “And you are still young. You will be under your father’s protection in Gotham, and he will ensure your safety.”
Her words left no room for further questions.
Damian, still unsatisfied, sulked. He tucked his knees beneath his chin and curled atop one of the many couches bolted to the floor of their ship. “It’s not fair,” he said.
Danny sat down beside him. “Life’s not fair.”
“I’m his grandson, too. I should be given the chance to avenge him as well!”
“Danny poked Damian’s forehead. Damian scrunched his nose in annoyance. “I think it’s because you’re his grandson that mother felt the need to bench you.”
“Well…think of it this way: If something goes wrong and mother and I don’t come back from this—” They both simultaneously knocked on the wooden frame of the couch. “—then the League of Assassin falls to you. Someone needs to carry on the legacy.”
“But why leave only me? Why not leave the both of us to ensure both heirs are safe?”
Danny strong-armed him closer, mussing his hair despite Damian’s shouts of protest. “Aww, are you worried about me?”
Damian tried to shove him off. “As if. Now let go of me!”
“Only if you call me Danny.”
Danny laughed. “Come on, just this once? Might as well hear it before I die.”
He felt his brother stiffen beside him. “You won’t die.”
Grinning, Danny said, “of course I won’t.”
Damian held his gaze, green eyes intent and bored into his own. “You won’t die.” He spoke the words like a conviction, a reassurance.
A reassurance for who? Danny couldn’t say.
He shifted his hold into a proper hug. “I’ll come back, Damian. I promise I will.”
Damian pointed his gun at Deathstroke.
Deathstroke held a gun to their mother’s head.
Danny stood behind a nearby pillar, watching.
All his powers were useless when he truly needed them, either too weak in their manifestation or locked away who knows where. All he could do was stand in the shadows and wait for an opportunity to strike.
Damian lowered his gun.
Deathstroke shifted his aim to the space between Damian’s eyes.
Danny could see his mother tense. He dashed forward with inhuman speed
He would not let this happen.
Everything moved at once.
Deathstroke fired the bullet. His mother escaped her captor’s grip and threw herself in the bullet’s path. Danny pushed his mother away, taking her place, and catching the bullet in his chest.
The wind was knocked out of Danny’s lungs. Punctured. Probably. Fuck. He collapsed, head slamming against the rocky floor.
He wheezed, groaning as Damian ran to his side and cradled his head. “You idiot!” Damian cried. “Why did you do that? Why?”
Danny coughed. Could feel the blood gathering in his lungs, choking him. He didn’t know what to say. What could he say? “You’re my brother.”
His tongue tasted like blood. He was dying. Danny was honest to god dying again.
That pain was somehow more bearable compared to hearing Damian’s choked sob.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry, he wanted to say. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been a better brother.
His strength failed him, in the end.
Danny closed his eyes.
(Damian goes off to defeat Deathstroke but does not kill him. Talia took the broken corpse of her son and placed it in the Lazarus pit.)
(The body sank into the murky green waters.)
(It does not rise again.)
Damian does not like Dick Grayson.
Though as Damian understood it, it was very difficult to dislike Grayson— at least for long. His dislike for the man wasn’t for any particular reason, really. Incessant and exuberant displays of affection aside, Grayson was very easy to be around. He was accepting, he was kind, he was funny. Accepting his attempts at friendship would also be a great strategy to better integrate himself into the Wayne family.
Damian slapped away Grayson’s attempt to ruffle his hair.
Grayson backed off, arms held up non-threateningly. “Chill, Dami. Stop being so antagonistic all of the time, we’re brothers for goodness sake.”
Damian snapped his teeth, features twisted into a scowl. “We’re not brothers.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure we are. Got the paperwork and everything.”
“We are not brothers!” Damian snapped up, surprised at his sudden shout. He dug crescent-shaped indents into the soft flesh of his palm. “Just— leave me alone, Grayson. I already had a brother. I don’t need another one.”
Damian stalked off, shutting himself in his room.
“You should be nicer to them, you know,” His brother’s specter said. He stood in front of the large, floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the room, sunlight filtered across his hair, tiny dust motes floating.
This ghost— This strange inversion of his brother’s image had been haunting Damian for the past few months. At first, it appeared as a shade. A shadow that lingered at the corner of Damian’s eyes but disappeared as soon as he turned to it. Grief, Damian figured it was. A manifestation of his own guilt. He ignored the phantasm of his brother most of the time, and most of the time his brother would simply leave on his own.
One day his brother’s ghost vanished. Damian had breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his hallucinations stopped. Then, three weeks later, it came back. Stronger. Bolder. It moved around the room like a curious wraith, green eyes watching. He would smile, would laugh, and he would talk.
Damian could almost pretend that his brother was alive.
Willing away this phantom had no effect, so Damian settled to just glaring at him. “Go away.”
“After I came all this way to see you?” His brother clenched his chest in mock-hurt.
Damian palmed the batarang he kept hidden in his sleeve, the cold, sharp metal grounding him. He was tired of this. So, so tired. “You’re not even real.” He threw the batarang at the ghost, expecting it to phase right through and embed itself in the wall.
The ghost caught it.
Astonished, Damian could do nothing but stare at his brother. His brother.
“Danny?” His throat tightened. His eyes had begun to mist over but he blinked the tears away as quickly as they came, afraid that if he tore his gaze away now, the illusion would break. “Is that you? Is that really you?”
Danny stepped forward. The floorboards beneath him creaked.
Damian barreled across the room and enveloped his brother in a hum, nearly toppling the both of them over. “Danny.” He buried his head in his brother’s midsection. Solid. Corporeal. Real. “You’re back. You’re back!”
He saw a flash of light behind his eyelids. Felt warm arms wrap around him. Damian looked up to see Danny— his Danny. Not the strange inversion. Not the ghostly incarnation. Him. His brother. His family. Real. Here. Alive.
“I promised I’d come back, didn’t I?”
“What took you so long?” His voice was muffled against his shirt.
“Coming back from the dead isn’t exactly easy, squirt. It took a long time. I had to call in a lot of favors, kick a bunch of people’s asses, you know the drill.”
“You did all that because of a promise?”
“Of course.” Danny smiled, pulling him closer. “You’re my brother.”
AOT headcanons part 2
We’re doing more random Attack on Titan headcanons to go along with my first post. Most of them are still in a modern age btw
It’s been like 3 months I’m sorry y’all 💀
Includes: Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Marco, and Historia + Ymir
Reiner 100% give his friends noogies. He’s known as the big brother type too and it just kinda comes naturally to him. He doesn’t do it for any specific reason he just does it randomly. The only time he really does them is just to show that he’s happy for someone and it’s a urge he has to give into
Sticking with the big brother thing. Reiner definitely slaps the back of Connie’s head simply because he’s bald. In Reiner’s defense look at Connie and tell me you wouldn’t slap his head isn’t slappable. Like I just want to pop it and that’s how Reiner feels as well.
Reiner sings randomly. I feel like if he honestly got bored and had nothing to do he would start singing the most random as lyrics. Like it can be any song that’s on the top of his head. If he doesn’t have a song he’ll just start make up a song as he looks around
He drinks from the milk jug. I have no reason behind this only that Reiner seems like the type to and simply does it just because he can
He is a big horror fan. He probably loves the classics like Jason, Freddie Krueger, and Cujo. At the same time he doesn’t min the newer horror movies but he just feels like he’s gone back in time when watching the older ones.
I feel like he’s a big animal lover. After all, Bertholdt may be big but he’s a gentle giant. Dogs are probably one of his favorite animals especially Great Danes because they are gentle giants like he is
He works as a librarian. He seems like the type to work in a quiet and peaceful space because it’s not a taxing job and all he really does is organize books all day or I see him as a yoga teacher because of those poses he makes when he sleeps.
He did dance when he was younger. That’s my only reason on behind why he was so flexible when he sleeps. Ballet specifically. Like have you seen those ballerinas and how flexible they are. I’ve done ballet before and trust me the flexible is long lasting so after Bertholdt stopped he just remain flexible as a rubber band.
I feel like he cooks in his off time. Like he keeps him at piece and it’s easy. Bertholdt probably has anxiety over new things so it’s for him because all he has to do it follow a recipe with cooking. Because of him cooking all the time he is probably a amazing cook
He puts out food and water out for all the stray dogs and cats. Like Bertholdt’s house is probably a literal safe haven for all strays. Bertholdt tries his hardest to try and find them all good homes and so far he’s been successful but there’s still more animals to help
It’s known that Annie like sweets so I feel like her favorite drink to sip is hot chocolate. She drinks it a lot more during the colder months to have something that can warm her up
HEAR ME OUT BUT ANNIE AS A PROFESSIONAL BOXER. She would literally be so good and win tons of championships. Like as soon as her opponent gets word of them fighting her they usually drop out because they are terrified of Annie.
I feel like she goes to the gym 24/7. If she’s stressed she goes to the gym. Needs to think? Goes to the gym. Bored? She’s going to the gym. That’s the reason behind her being so muscular and just JDBSKJXJS in general. Yes I am Annie simp
If Annie were to ever have pets I feel like she would have tons of reptiles. She seems like the type to have tons of snakes and lizards mostly. She walks around in her house with them just hanging on her. It’s normal to see her walking around her house with a Bearded dragon on her shoulder and a python curled on the other and is sitting on her head.
She paints her nails every so often just to feel feminine. They are never any drastic colors like a neon pink or bright green. She prefers softer colors like maybe baby blue and light lavender. Sometimes she’ll be different and paint them in a pattern just to be different
Because of his freckles, I feel like Marco has mistaken one as something that was on his face only to figure out it was one of his freckles and felt stupid afterward
I feel like Marco has small scars all over his body. Like he’s a clumsy person but most of them stemmed back from when he was a kid. Back then he was way more clumsy then he is now and it was normal for him to have bandaids in several places at a time.
I can’t imagine Marco holding his alcohol very well and he isn’t bad when drunk he’s just extremely cuddly. Like you have to watch him because he just wants to hug about everyone simply because he thinks everyone deserves a hug.
This mf is terrified of spiders. If you ever see one of those baby spiders crawling on him don’t say anything or Marco will actually flip. There have been several occurrences where Marco is in a chair or on top of a table because there’s a big ass spider on the floor
If he were to ever have a job I feel like he would be a florist that decorates peoples backyard and weddings. I don’t know how to explain it but he simply seems like he would be so great at it. Like you have a ugly ass backyard hire Marco and he will bring you to tears at the beauty of what he’s done
(I can’t see them apart so they are together)
Historia likes forcing Ymir to go on cute dates she saw on the internet. Of course Ymir called them dumb and didn’t like going on them so after some negotiating they go on one once a week. Ymir says there still dumb but Historia can tell she’s enjoying them.
When they lay in bed together Historia will deny it but she hogs the covers and snores extremely loud like Ymir got really confused when she first realized it was Historia. Ymir isn’t any better because she talks in her sleep constantly
They have been caught making out numerous of time. Ymir can literally give to shits about what anyone says while Historia gets all panicked about them getting caught.
Your can’t tell me they wouldn’t go to a pride parade together. Of course it was pride month and it was Historia’s idea to go to the pride parade. You can bet Historia’s dressed herself in complete rainbows. Ymir was not as flashy but wore rainbow bracelets.
Honestly Historia probably has a strict skin routine and Ymir makes fun of her for it but once Historia did it for her and she’s been obsessed since. She loves how soft her face felt after Historia massaged essential oils into it. They now both do skin routines together
I might do a part 3 and then that’s probably gonna be it 👩🏽🦯
tbh if you ever feel like dishing I would be interested in a breakdown of the writing room in-fighing in spn ;) I always find the tidbits you drop here and there very thought-provoking. I have my own bias in terms of which writers I stan and I enjoy thinking about bts dynamics. No pressure ofc, but since you mentioned that you *could* expand on that but didn't think people would believe you, I figured I'd let you know you'd have an interested reader here
Alright. I got another comment asking for this too, so here we go.
I'll be clear in that while I know some business decisions before season 9, most of my actual dedicated info for this starts season 9, hence saying seasons 9-15.
Before that though, it's important to learn about a few other things so let's dig in.
So first off, when SPN was made this old blooded industry guy had found a guy writing under WW Vought for Sam's War, filmed it, it didn't work, they tried again. Singer was basically the sign on to give kripke a shove, and stayed long after kripke. he had his personal idyllic takes on the show which aged like milk.
Showrunners rotated and Singer stayed. After Kripke fully left, Singer even hired back in his wife. Singer was never GOOD industry blood. His highest rated film was Cujo which is still a rotten tomatoes embarassment. But he had the clout to get it rolling.
Over time, new showrunners came in and had less and less power compared to Singer more and more rooted in with his wife.
While season 8 carver came in with his 3 year plan, most of it ended up on the cutting room floor or dumped in a bathtub
Carver ran his room a little bit competitively-- like, it was bad enough dealing with Singer's takes, and Carver wanted to do what he wanted to do for that plan and assigned it through. If authors had other ideas, they kinda had to pump it out in an episode, which is why you got killer standout episodes from individual authors like Thompson or Edlund. (One exception arose: the Thompson-Berens friendship picking up one another's plot ends eg First Born > Executioner's Song, Colette, etc which berens even brought up as MOC in S15)
But Carver wasn't down for Singer's shit. Almost the whole room railed against Singer about Charlie, but he made sure his wife wrote it and he directed it when everyone protested. This also made for the season 11 author exodus once contracts expired.
By season 12, not only was Dabb taking over, but really only singer's wife eugenie (and buckner), and bobo were left of old guard. Everyone else walked out. Bobo was still amped for Wayward and stayed. It started as a season 10 fan pitch, got rolled around a few years and almost got launched S12 but was delayed for creative reasons. So he stuck while everyone else walked out.
This is also when the market testing started, and probably came by way of the S9 Destiel books Some Folks:tm: sent to Some Authors:tm: about demographics and testimonials, which Meg Fitz was reading a week after joining Dabb's crew.
For the first year or so (s12), the new writing room was a little cluttered but it was because bobo was grooming the new kids into working as a unit, rather than a competition. Dabb opened up his methods "melting pot" style on ideas, everyone threw their stuff in, they laid it out and figured out how much they could use and where to assign it.
But Eugenie still clung to Eugening and for a while, they tried to write around her. Dangled Mark P carrots to keep her happy and hyperfocused on that and then didn't touch the topics themselves and wrote around it in a way you can almost delete Mark P.
And they were like, hm, this is working. But really eugenie and singer don't even watch the show, they barely ever check the dailies
what would happen if
because god doesn't care
...we just... all... were dabb.
And so they did.
So Dabb gave Berens permission to forge showrunners notes and shit, and kept giving authors clearance to write on whatever. Bobo sort of fathered the philosophy charge and bound together their work, and just. Like, Jeremy for example talking about the help Berens gave him with Last Call is the friendly face of it. The less friendly is fandom wondering why "We Are" is in 15.02 when it's not in the script. I told yall for ages that was Berens overwriting Eugenie, and this is how, and that's not the only place.
Over time you might notice, especially S15, buckleming eps weren't... awful? they weren't overall great but they'd have some surprisingly good shit and be a little less chaotic.
It's because Dabb and Berens realized, you don't argue with Singer, or someone gets dumped in a bathtub offscreen. Just use the fact that chuck doesn't care and wanders off until he wants to force his version of the story down everyone's throat.
The crew was actually intending to make use of budget and filming/schedule limits to run a ball. Covid dropping was just. Ugh. It gave Singer time to realize his entire crew had betrayed him basically.
It wasn't JUST corporate itself slapping back. Singer was that old industry arm for that, and why we had a deadweight on progress and change. It was Singer slapping back and digging in the knife. Or the dickbar. And laughing as Dabb's Pie got smashed in Dean's face when he finally wanted to live and eat. Yeah you can see him laughing with his covid band. Classy.
Dabb got boned at the end. As it was he was barely writing it. He tried to save a lot of Berens and Meredith's work and plans, or what could make it, like Miracle. But I mean, they were fucked 17 ways to sunday, he didn't have his team, his rebels, his crew, he didn't have any of his shit. He just had singer, eugenie, and showalter trying his DAMNDEST to still tell a visual story with 15.19. There's a reason Showalter came back and Singer didn't.
Berens trained up Meredith as his protoge in that time. Others like Yockey were on board, Davy was the supportive and energetic friend and Dabb Let Them Do. Yockey moved on, the others stuck through and ran it as hard as they could.
But there's a reason Meredith was called Berens Work Boyfriend, despite the genders and stuff not matching their sexual prefs etc. It's because the S15 shit was real, man. Chuck didn't care and they would never give him the story they want. Everyone knew Meredith was Dean and Bobo was Cas and they were Work Boyfriends and that's just what it is, so fucking cope.
This shit is why it was kept low key. Like, yes, A FEW SELECT PEOPLE knew it was written first on the season, and got screamed at and called delusional all year by denialists. But even people that know these authors IRL were largely clueless--Natalie Fischer, for example, knows Meredith IRL, but was so clueless about it that she was arguing "don't get people's hopes up" when I said an ILU was coming... and I had the leak in three languages.
It was the only reason he stayed. Anyone that knew him--REALLY KNEW HIM--knew that, before he hinted it at S15 SDCC. Wayward getting murdered on contract BS almost made him walk out, but he stayed only for this, and wrote it first, and made sure the season orbited it. Then they got fucked again by covid, and 2po makes confused monkey sounds why berens might still be influencing it via talking with his bestie but not wanting to sign his soul into another 2 year contract.
Which is why I talk about fandom not understanding the limits of their would be leakers. Know their caps, man.
Either way that's the rough of it. If there's any followup questions I can probably add to it.
Robbie's heavyhanded romance sprint he was told to chill down the accidental predestination on in The Winchesters showed signs of Carver-Singer room trauma. Like THESE ARE MY IDEAS, MINE, I'M WRITING THEM ALL, IT'LL BE A 3 HOUR EPISODE, FUCK YOU. And his friends get to be like. calm down dude you can cowrite the whole season nobody's taking it away from you now. We can do this right.
*A happy Cujo in his big form running with Robin clamped in his jaws by his cape and Danny flying at full speed behind them* Danny: DROP HIM CUJO! I SAID DROP HIM! HE'S NOT A CHEW TOY!
Damian is both annoyed at this but also big doggy. Wants to help teach it some manners XD
LOL Imagine Cujo just thinking its all a game because Danny's chasing him =w='
Once its all over. Robin just tells Danny he needs to get cujo into training.
Danny: I've tried! QAQ
Damian: Then let me uou
Danny: .... he just swung you around like a frisbee.
Damian: Indeed. Reason he needs training.
Danny: ..................Alright I bite. Can't be any worse than it is.
Cujo only listens when Dami shouts a command. which isn't worse but doesn't help Danny. Though Danny still the favorite..
Danny shouting traitor! >:O whydon'tyoulistentome T w T Can't get away with dog kisses >:T...................... aw ok come here boy!
Damian: This is why he doesn't respect you.
Holiday Truce 2022: Puppy Therapy
This is my Holiday Truce fic for @spookberry this year! I decided to use the prompt 'Valerie befriends Cujo' and came up with this! Let me know if you like it and Happy Holiday!
(Also, sorry I didn't do this until last minute but I write better when I procrastinate.)
Summary: Valerie decides today's the day she's finally gonna catch the ghost that ruined her life, but instead, she catches some crises.
She was so close! She just had to go a little faster! Almost there, almost there… Dang it!
The giant glowing green dog managed to evade the Red Huntress once again by diving through the wall of an alley intangibly. Red’s new suit may have been advanced, but it wasn’t advanced enough to phase through things.
The Red Huntress immediately pulled up her ghost tracker and followed after the dog. It was staying in buildings for the most part, only leaving long enough to dive out and into the next building, but it would stop eventually, or hit a gap big enough for her to get to it, and it would finally be over. She catch the big stupid dog who ruined her life once and for all, and she didn’t plan on just letting it go in the Ghost Zone as she knew Phantom did.
She saw the dot on her tracker begin to slow down and started to enter the next gap between buildings in preparation for the dog to likely stop in that alley thinking it lost her. It never showed up, however, and she decided to check her tracker again.
Turns out the ghost had actually stopped inside the building and was moving around inside it. She watched as the dot darted around in what almost seemed to be a frantic or excited way before finally halting. It seemed she would have to go inside the building to catch it, and she hoped it wasn’t a home she was about to have to invade.
She got to the front of the building and almost face-palmed at the irony. Of course it was a pet shop. She could just imagine the stupid look on the Phantom’s face as it made an annoying pun. She just knew it couldn’t resist making a joke about something like this.
Red decided to start looking around for an entrance to the building as it was after closing hours and already pretty dark outside. The streets of Amity Park were practically deserted at this point and she was glad she didn’t have an audience. After checking the front doors to make sure they weren’t unlocked, though she knew they wouldn’t be, she circled around the building checking every window and door she came across. As she finished her circle and rounded the corner back to the front, she resigned herself to having to break into the store.
She went around the back where she had seen a door that she knew wasn’t visible from the streets and checked for cameras. She wasn’t gonna get caught for breaking and entering if she could help it, and she didn’t want people to know that her hunter persona was technically about to be a criminal. Seeing no camera, she quickly shot her quietest gun at the lock on the door and entered the building when the lock broke off and fell to the ground.
She noticed quickly that she had entered a back store room and searched for the giant glowing green ghost, but she knew if she hadn’t seen it yet she probably wouldn’t. It was so big and bright there was no way she wouldn’t have seen it already in this dark room, so she headed for a door she assumed led out to the shopping area and looked through the window to see if she could get a look at it before her element of surprise wore off.
All she could see from behind the door was a slight green glow that came from the left, as well as a bunch of dog, cat, and various other animal toys scattered around the room. The shelves actually looked like they’d been crashed into, which wouldn’t surprise her considering her own personal history with the ghost and how often it managed to crash into stuff.
She quietly eased through the door, walking low as she got closer to the end of the aisle the door opened out into. She peeked around the corner to see the ghost and…
The glow from around the corner was not coming from a giant green dog but instead from a small green puppy. She’s sure the dog she saw earlier did not look like the one in front of her now. This one was not causing a ruckus and just generally ruining lives and was instead innocently chewing on a toy it must’ve found on a shelf.
Valerie went to step closer but accidentally kicked a ball near her feet and it went rolling in front of the green puppy. The moment it entered the ghost’s line of vision it immediately jumped up and turned around to face her, snarling when it saw her standing a few feet.
And then it grew.
Now standing in front of her was the giant dog she was used to seeing running around carelessly. She immediately went to raise her gun against the ghost but stopped when it growled louder and looked ready to pounce at her next move. She lowered the gun and it seemed to relax a little, though was still wary of her.
It was jarring to see it like this, like it was actually scared of her instead of trying to destroy whatever was around it. She decided to see if she could get it to calm back down completely and turn back into the puppy.
She started by putting away the gun in her hand, slowly so as not to startle it. It relaxed a lot more now that she wasn’t being actively hostile, but still not enough for him to revert back to its smaller form. She had an idea to relax him even more, but was hesitant to actually try it. It would leave her much more vulnerable to attack should it choose to take advantage of the opportunity. Her intuition, however, told her that her idea would work and that it was at least worth a try. She let her suit fade away and sink back into her skin, and watched the ghost for its reaction.
It tilted its head at seeing her without her suit and the rest of its wariness seemed to fade away at its curiosity. It shrunk to the size of the puppy she saw before and slowly got closer to her, sniffing the ground by her feet before deciding she was no longer a threat and going back to its chew toy.
It seemed the shift seemed to be triggered by negative emotions then, and otherwise, it stayed in its puppy form. Which brought on a lot of questions she didn’t know the answers to. She had read all of the Fenton’s research, and it said that ghosts had no ability to feel emotions at all. But then what could’ve triggered the ghost’s transformation? She couldn’t find another explanation for what she had seen, and as she realized this her whole worldview tilted off its axis.
If the Fentons were wrong about this fact that she noticed after observing a ghost dog for only a few minutes, what else could they be wrong about? They always said ghosts couldn’t feel emotions or pain, that they couldn’t even think for themselves, but what if they were wrong about all of it? And if they were wrong about everything, did that mean she had been hunting, hurting, sentient creatures?
Valerie started having trouble breathing, getting dizzy and stumbling over her own feet. The puppy turned around and started looking agitated again, not knowing why she was acting erratically and wondering whether or not she was a threat after all. She needed to calm down before she caused him to grow into his bigger form again and became the threat she had always thought he was, and she had an idea that she thought might calm both of them down.
She kneeled down and beckoned him over to her, and he started to approach her cautiously, but ultimately decided she could be trusted and trotted over to her arms. She started petting him and stroking her, which was surprisingly soft considering he was a ghost, but it helped to calm the both of them down.
She felt something rougher against her hand and remembered that she had seen a collar on him before. She glanced at the tag and snorted suddenly when she saw the name on it, convinced Phantom must’ve named the dog himself with how punny the name was.
“Well Cujo, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
An Honest Talk
(Got to the episode where Valerie gets the ghost hunting stuff. I just want her to be happy and not Filled With Vengeful Rage so, here's this.)
Jazz sees the whole thing.
Really, Valerie isn't even good at hiding it. As soon as that Ghost Hunter shows up at that school game, Jazz figures it out. Not just because her voice is the same, but because of the insults she shouts while hanging in that basketball hoop. Sure, Jazz is in a higher grade, but she's heard that A-Lister group plenty of times in the hallways and after school.
They're real jerks. But not murderous jerks.
So she decides to do something about it. No-one attacks her baby brother. ... Well, except other ghosts. But Jazz can't always help with those.
This? No problem.
Valerie jolts, yelping and almost dropping what is clearly some kind of ghost-detecting device. "Who are- ugh, aren't you Fenton's sister? What do you want?"
"To talk to you," Jazz says in her most empathetic voice. "I noticed you're having kind of a rough time."
"Why do you care?"
"Because my brother does." Cares about not being pummeled, at least. But Jazz is sure Danny hopes the best for his schoolmate, even with the attacks.
Valerie huffs. "Great, pity from the loser kids."
"Come on, it won't hurt to talk about it?"
"Talk about what? That some ghost kid and his dog ruined my life? That we're broke, and all my friends hate me for it? yeah, talking will fix everything."
Jazz sits down on a bench, and pats the seat next to her. Valerie looks away.
But then... she sighs. And sits. "I keep thinking about that five hundred dollar shirt I ruined. Maybe if e hadn't bought that, or I hadn't worn it to school, we'd be a little better off right now."
"It's not your fault."
Valerie grits her teeth. "Yeah. It's that ghost kid's."
"... You believe in ghosts, right? Because of your parents?"
Jazz nods. "Plus, that thing during the school game,, Kind of hard to deny."
"Heh. Yeah. ... That dog broke into the place my dad was working for. he was showing off what he did for their security, and none of it stopped the dog or the kid. And then they showed up again at the garage sale and wrecked our moving van, and the dog stole my lunch after all my friends rejected me!"
Valerie wipes her eyes, scowling. "It's not fair!"
Jazz hands her a tissue. "It's not, not at all."
"I wanna destroy that kid," Valerie growls. "Like he destroyed me."
"... Valerie... how old is he?"
"About my age, I think."
"And he's a ghost."
"So... how do you think a ghost kid comes to be?"
Valerie doesn't reply. But after a moment, her eyes widen a little. "Oh... no, no, but... but he's a kid. He can't be any older than me."
"Yeah," Jazz says softly. "So something horrible must have happened to him already."
Valerie looks at the device in her hands. "... But... he still ruined my life." She sounds a bit unsure now.
"Maybe he didn't mean to. I mean... imagine one day you wake up and everything is... different. Suddenly you've got no gravity, and-and no-one can see you sometimes and you're this weird thing-"
God, how scared was Danny when it happened? She's pretty sure by now that it was The Accident that did it, she can't think of anything else that explains it. What was it like for him, waking up as something different?
"It would be tough," Jazz finishes, looking at Valerie.
Valerie still won't meet her eyes, looking at the beeping device. "Then why is he following me around?"
"... Well... does he show up first, or the dog?"
Valerie thinks for a long moment. "... The dog. It's always the dog."
"So maybe he's trying to catch it."
"... I mean, I guess that could be it. But he's been fighting me!"
"And you've been fighting him."
"But-! ... Aw, geez..." Valerie deflates. "What do I do now, then? I can't... I can't keep attacking some kid who... we've barely lived, I can't just make it so that he's barely lived twice."
Jazz stands up and offers her hand. "How about we try talking to him?"
Valerie looks at her. "For real?" She's skeptical.
Jazz nods. "For real. Maybe we can clear some things up."
Valerie turns away again. And then, with a hefty sigh...
Takes Jazz's hand.
"Cujo?" Danny calls out. "Cujo! We need to get you back to the Ghost Zone, buddy! Come on, where is he?"
Someone clears their throat behind him, and he yelps as he shoots up in the air.
He turns around, and sees possibly the worst thing he could see right now.
His sister, and his hunter.
"Hello, Ghost Boy!" Jazz calls out.
"Um... hi." Danny waves, still looking startled.
Jazz nudges Valerie, and Valerie huffs. "Hi," she says shortly. Jazz smile at her, though.
"I'm here to mediate a talk between you two," Jazz says, walking closer (and somewhat pulling Valerie along behind her). "I figured there might be more to this story than we all three think."
"Um, you're not- I mean, I'm a ghost, you're just... casual about this?"
Jazz nods. "My parents are well-versed with ghosts, this is nothing."
A straight-up lie. Jazz hadn't even believed in ghosts until she peeled Spectra. But maybe it's to save face for Valerie? Or maybe Jazz recognizes him as the ghost from that day.
"Anyway," Jazz says, "Valerie here has something to say."
Valerie, arms cross and back hunched angrily, glares at Danny. "Who are you, and why are you out to get me?"
Danny floats back down to the ground, standing on it now. "I'm, um... Phantom-"
Valerie gives him a disbelieving look.
"Uh, Ghost Names are uh, different! It's this whole thing. And, I'm not out to get you, I swear. It's all been terrible coincidences."
"Val, we're here to listen," Jazz reminds gently. "Let him explain his side of things, and then you can explain yours, and we'll come to a solution. Trust me, I read a book about this."
Danny doesn't doubt it. "I don't own that dog, I found him wandering around outside. I thought he was cute at first, and then he turned into the big dog that keeps haunting you."
"And why's he doing that?" she snips.
"I don't know yet." Danny rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm trying to send him back to the Ghost Zone, but he keeps coming back out! I'm starting to think it's some cliche 'unfinished business' thing. But until I can figure it out I don't know how to get rid of him. All I can do is try to minimize the damage."
"Doing a great job." Valerie rolls her eyes. "Ruining my father's business, ruining our garage sale, ruining my lunch!"
"I swear, I was trying to help! He's really, really hard to get under control! He's like five times my size!"
"And you can't grow bigger and handle it that way?" Valerie retorts.
"No! I'm only a few months into this, I-"
He cuts himself off at the look on Valerie's face. "What?"
"A few months? ... So... so I could've known you?" Horrified, is the best word for her expression.
Danny shrinks, holding his bicep and hunching a little. "Um, nevermind. I just mean I'm not super powerful."
"No, no, we're going back. Did I know you? Is this a revenge thing?"
"What? No! I already told you, I'm trying to help prevent things from getting worse! And... no. I'm a loser kid, and you're popular."
"... Was," Valerie says quietly. "... All my friends ditched me when I lost my money."
Valerie nods. "I don't know why I thought they liked me for more than money, looking back. But it still hurts. Being a lonely loser is the worst."
"Tell me about it," Danny mutters. "I mean, I have friends, but sometimes some stuff just makes you feel alone no matter what."
He thinks he sees Jazz tear up at that, but he's not sure. He's distracted by Valerie letting out a sob.
"I don't have anything left," she says, voice quavering. "I don't have the popularity, I don't have money, I don't have the grades..."
"... So you turned to revenge?" Jazz's voice is soft.
Valerie sobs again, and Jazz gives her some comforting slow pats on the back. She looks at Danny, nodding at Valerie.
Danny gets the hint. "You... you could, um, make something, more?"
Valerie gives a somewhat bitter teary chuckle. "What is that supposed to mean, huh? I'm already hunting ghosts. It's... something."
"... You could try to make new friends."
"Oh sure, that's easy. I'm a social pariah."
"So am I. But even just one or two friends helps a lot."
"You got a lot of ghost buddies?"
"... Humans, actually. An if I can make friends with some high school kids as a loser and a ghost, you can make friends too. You just might have to lower your social radar a bit."
Valerie rubs her arm. "... You're really not out to get me, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I want to protect people, not hurt them."
"... I'm sorry I shot those missiles at you."
"I'm sorry I couldn't keep the dog contained."
"... I'm sorry you're a ghost so young."
Danny snuffles a little. "... Thanks." Sometimes he is, too.
Valerie looks at her hand, and then holds it out to him. "Truce? I won't mess with you. I can't promise the same about that dog if it keeps showing up, but I won't mess with you."
Danny sighs. "So you're keeping the weapons."
"Oh, you know I am. Even if I'm not hunting you, now that I know about ghosts I want to be prepared."
"I guess I understand that." Danny shakes her hand. "Truce."
Jazz grins. "See? Just needed a real, meaningful talk!"
Valerie laughs a little, wiping her eyes again. "Yeah, I guess. But... now what? Who do I blame for this?"
"Probably the boss who decided that Ghosts Suddenly Existing was your father's fault," Danny says.
Valerie's eyes harden. "Yeah. Yeah, I can go with that."
"But," Danny and Jazz say at once. They look at each other, and Jazz let's Danny speak.
"But," Danny says again, "Maybe focus on making some more friends, first. One thing about us losers, is we don't ditch someone just for money reasons."
"... I'll give it a shot." Valerie smiles a little at Danny. "With better aim than the ones I took at you."
Danny chuckles a bit.
They both wave goodbye, Jazz and Valerie leaving Danny to continue his search.
Danny, Sam, and Tucker all look up. Valerie is standing nervously with her brown paper bag of lunch. Tucker brightens up, and Sam gives a little, slightly suspicious, wave.
Danny scoots over. "Wanna sit with us?"
Valerie looks over at the A-Lister table. They're all staring, smirking, whispering.
She looks back at the 'losers'.
They're looking at her with... openness.
She sits down, and gets out her lunch. For a minute, she just listens to them talk while she unpacks the sandwich.
"Hey, is that peanut butter and honey?" Sam asks. Valerie nods.
Sam holds up a thick roast beef sandwich. "My parents are trying to get me to eat meat again, but I'm staying vegetarian. Want to trade?"
Valerie blinks. "Uh... sure?"
They swap sandwiches. Valerie looks at the sandwich, mentally trying to figure out the carbs and calories and fat content-
She looks around the table. No-one else is analyzing their food. Or, judging hers.
She takes a bite. It's pretty good.
This... is pretty good.
She smiles, and laughs a little at a joke Danny makes.
Yeah. This is pretty good.