#Danny surviving on coffee and spite

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Fentons family's guide Section on being an evil assistant to a supervillain

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Fentons family's guide to being an evil assistant to a supervillain

Guide by Jazmin Fenton in case of employment with a supervillain.

Being an evil assistant or henchmen is surprisingly a very stable source of an income stream all things considered.

You just need to find a boss. A as in singular it's very important, who is pathetic and or stupid enough to constantly have their large scale plan failing even without the hero's Involvement.

And while their large scale plan for taking over the world with a weapon of mass destruction could be feasible if only they didn't think to actually use it. Using it to threaten the world leaders for sway is the correct way. It is the most unused method the one being used most is the method of actually using the weapon of mass destruction for mass destruction.

You as the evil assistant then have the responsibility to make sure that the villain doesn't/ can't use said device to destroy the world. The heroes can help. Later then take the blame for the failure absolving you of involvement.

Being a good evil assistant is babysitting the evil boss.

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"Oh man never thought I'd actually need to use the 'Fenton guide' Jazz made me." Danny mumbled quietly and heaved a sigh of relief when he had found it among his hastily packed together bag.

Jazz had been the one making both of their emergency bags when she had told him about the guide. He hadn't appreciated it then now he truly did now with everything going on.

God he missed Jazz so much. He wanted to see her so badly he wanted to hold her hand like when they were kids. He really wanted her hand to squeeze his back in reassurance that everything was going to be fine.

Danny tried holding back his sobs at the thought. He couldn't stop the mist in his eyes or his hands shaking holding the little booklet.

But he wanted her safe and far away from everything even more. He wanted his friends to be safe with his sister. It didn't matter if he had to be far away working getting those crystals every way he could think of. His friends and sister needed money to keep them safe, hidden and taken care of. They needed that money and crystals and if Danny had to choose between his morals and fright he would always choose his true family. Morals be damned.

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He hadn't expected the costume to be so good in quality. That had surprised him the most the second being how easy it would be getting a job with villains. Turns out working as an "meta" henchmen who knew everything from fighting to logistics and machinery was a rarity in this dimension. Who would have guessed it with all the metas and enhanced humans going about? And omg they even have aliens in this dimension!

Getting the money for the crystals had been going surprisingly smoothly. Everything had been going so smoothly that of course it had to be ruined! The villain Danny was working for had gotten noticed and promptly got beat. Which meant he didn't have an employer anymore at least until a breakout was orchestrated. So no more job until then.

And Danny had finally managed his way to the middle hierarchy in that organization! Now he would need to go looking for evil henchmen positions again! It wasn't even a good season to go looking for openings in other organizations.

Damn it that bat furry in Gotham and his flock of birds. Don't they get how hard it is for a henchmen to find descant work!?

Maybe he should go with the duo villain and assistant type next time.

Thank you so much for reading I hope it was enjoyed!

Danny in the lair after having saved his villain boss from Batman after said villain had their scheme blown up in their face. Danny knew the plan would fail miserably but at this point he didn't care. He stopped trying to help when it came to schemes ages ago.

+Some art

Idk if I've posted this idea before but I've had this thing bouncing around in my head for a while.

[luckyfox3000]

DC X DP PROMT #18

I greet my faraway friends! I bring to you! New promt!

Let's be honest.

We've all been in that place in life where your just a giant, somehow functioning, mess that survives purely on coffee and spite.

Well, Danny couldn't seem to get out of it.

The author of his life was in a slump and wouldn't let him. Move. On.

Dammit.

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Danny stood tiredly with his mug of coffee, staring at the huge, flaming, government agency, listening to the screaming and chaos as he watched his kids/younger siblings cackle while throwing actual flaming exploding glitter bombs.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

Danny turned to look at the pile of tied of vigilantes beside him.

"Kids, am I right?"

Feel free to add a or use!

[bitch-i-migth-be]

Chapter 10: Disturbance In The Sibling Force

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman,

Summary: He swore his sister was trying to make him go into cardiac arrest - considering his halfa status that was quite the accomplishment-

But there was no other explanation to his sister’s stubbornness, and if he knew her at all there was just no talking her down from interning at goddam Arkham.

A/N: Jazz Vibing with herself. That's it.

If you can call grocery shopping vibing.

THIS IS ON AO3, IF ANYONE WOULD PREFER TO READ THERE. LOVE COMmENTs  so if u have anything to say IwillBeReallyHappyYesThankU

CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,

Jazz kept shooting a curious glance towards the corner of the store with the iced coffee machine and its weird noises and she couldn't help but think about the fact that her brother could diss out a better frappe than any machine — or person — without even trying nowadays.

If you chucked the other ingredients at him and asked — begged — nicely enough, that is.

There was only one little problem.

she snorted and kept going down the aisle to hunt down the rest of the grocery list, completely and deliberately ignoring the weird glances she had gotten for her impromptu staring match with the machine.

If she didn’t make eye contact then it didn't matter anyway.

It was kind of amusing. Back in Amity Park people getting into staring matches with appliances didn't make anyone bat an eyelash. Even less if it was her or Danny.

The other teen kept insisting he wasn't an ice dispenser but he still wouldn’t stop making random things with ice. There was just no winning with him.

The thing about ghost ice is that it gives the circle of water the middle finger as hard as it can. The thing never melts. Never.

— Can you even imagine what would happen if a human ate it? —

Jazz had experimented on some shards to the point of taking a blowtorch to them and the ice would continue completely immaculate afterward.

It was infuriating, but also amazing.

Some of her questions about why exactly her brother's core was the ice element had been partly answered after witnessing that. Danny had always been stubborn to a fault and this just seemed to reflect his inner choice of being contrary no matter what.

Not even if the things telling him 'no' were the laws of nature itself.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it. Way too lost in her line of thought to register it fully.

Maybe elemental ghost cores were co-related to a being’s personality traits and not to the way they died?

If that was true, Vlad's fire core would explain why the man seemed to crash and burn when he tried to achieve the things that were most important to him. To bring out the best qualities of fire it needed to be taken care of properly, after all, and while in most things Vlad tended to be extremely meticulous when it came to his ‘weak spots’ he seemed to throw all precaution out the window in favor of going all out for the metaphorical — and sometimes literal — kill.

Hm.

That was a thought.

Fire and Ice, so different and still so full of spite in their own way, she thought drily.

She would have to talk with the GhostWriter when the chance arose.

Her phone buzzed way too many times in a row to be comfortable and succeeded in startling her out of her musings.

Aghoostboi: ‘I feel a disturbance in the force’

Aghoostboi:‘I seek answers’

Aghoostboi:‘???’

Aghoostboi:‘Jazz’

Aghoostboi:‘Jazmine Coraline Fenton’

Both her eyebrows rose up and she wondered how did he always know? As far as she knew there weren’t any psychic powers in his repertoire.

...right?

Gingernaps:‘Everything is fine.’

AGhoostboi: ‘That was too quick what happened’

Who even understands him anymore? He wants quick answers but then he doesn’t think it’s normal, what?

Gingernaps: ‘What do you want, Jackson?’

Aghoostboi: ‘Adkfjsafkasdla. No.’

Gingernaps: ‘Then don’t Coraline me.’

Aghoostboi: ‘ :( ’

Aghoostboi: ‘ survival proof pls ’

She would love to say that she didn’t give in to his overprotectiveness.

That she did not end up sending him a selfie posing beside the iced coffee machine throwing a peace sign that had felt like a good idea at the time. — She could have felt tempted to throw an arm around the thing and label it as her new brother, but she figured it would be a little tacky and Danny would overreact if he gave him reasons™, as he always did. So better not. Plus, it wouldn’t help with the staring Gothamites either. —

But, well-

The totally not so hypothetical peace sign would have to do.

At least until she got back to the dorm where a little brother nearly frothing at the mouth and a little color hoping — and how did that even happen? what? — puppy awaited.

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NOTES

Jazz would have included her parents in the weird staring matches that don’t bat an eyelash category, but let’s be honest if you see the Fenton parents getting intense with anything its motive of panic and fleeing urges. Nobody will be safe in the aftermath if they stay- -.-.-.-

Nobody.

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I mean u Vlad.

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lmao, ok, i will stop-

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Some of you thought this was when Jason would come crashing into this fic, and while I can see it, I find it way too goddamned convenient whenever the characters just get thrown at each other without at least some thought put into it, and I? I can't? It kills my mood, pals. I just can’t.

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Or without puppers involved in the meeting. God. So many puppers.

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You will see what I mean.

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In, like, 2022 if the ancients don’t bless us., Let us cry.

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You wouldn’t think making frappes (among other things) would help to control ice powers better but it does, you need to create very specific shapes, patterns, temperatures, and forms of application to not mess up or contaminate everything with ecto-energy and end up in the middle of a sentient food war.

Again.

Though Danny would admit that, while mildly traumatizing, some of those were the stuff of legends.

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The *Jackson* thing is kind of an ongoing joke because this was nearly Danny’s second name instead of James. This one actually bothers him more, considering the literalness of it.

Also, by using this second almost name, which is something very few people know she is sort of reassuring him at the same time that ‘Yes, it is her responding to his messages. Who else would KNOW to tease you with this name that is not even your name, u KNOW? It’s in the subtle things ;)

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Also,

They are using the messaging app that connects to the Fenton Phones ‘cause Danny lose-in-battle-or-something his actual to god phone. again.

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Did I tell you guys my cat died? I miss him. There is no more purr purr for me *cries*

-.-.-.- I just wanted to write something with Jazz because she is a queen and deserves my full unconditional love <3

Next chapter we will have Danny melting some brains :)

Babs will love them both, u just know it.

I am really grateful for your patience guys, I don’t have as much time to put into this as before and I think it shows. But I want to keep going, even if it’s little tidbits at a time. So I hope you like this little offering.

I will get us there even if it’s a page at a time goddamnit. <3

-.-.-.- gingers for the win -.-.-.- goddamnit weston -.-.-.-

Sending you all my love from Mexico, my pals. Hope you are doing amazing wherever in the world u are at <3

My goal while writing this is to make people feel as giddy as I feel when I write my fics. If I can achieve even a little bit I will feel accomplished.

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CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,

[rosy-cheekx]

Heat Without Warmth, Light Without Sight

This fic is for the @tma-valentines-exchange and was written for @barnabasbennett (pretty sure, at least!) AO3 link is in the source! Based on the prompt: rewrite episode 159 to feature Tim and Archivist!Sasha.

I’ve been waiting SO LONG to post this! I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter One: Embers

The archives are quiet. So quiet. Sasha can hear the tick of the clock on her desk and the hum of the radiator she had brought in so many months ago, back when her biggest concern was how cold her Archivist office was. Before the idea of heat reminded her of Tim in oh-so-many painful ways.

The Unknowing had been…bad. Daisy had been imprisoned in The Choke, Sasha left unconscious and Basira forever changed. She had seen it, she told Sasha later, the way Tim had stood amidst the rubble of plastic mannequins and brick and mortar, unscathed as smoke billowed into the sky, silhouetted in greys and blacks. It was terrifying, she said, in a completely different way than the Unknowing had been. Basira described Tim as unstoppable in that moment, a train bulleting towards destruction and revenge, a rage in his eyes that only intensified when he saw the unconscious form of Sasha James, bruised and lying in the rubble.

In Sasha’s six-month coma, she had missed a lot. Martin had explained things to her; a sad compassion in his eyes as he stirred sugar into tea. Tim had fallen to the Desolation, The Cult of The Lightless Flame calling him home after they had heard about his sudden resilience to heat and flame. It made sense. Tim had experienced so much loss and destruction in his life, losing Danny and Jon (and, temporarily, Sasha) due to the machinations of The Stranger. His connection to the Desolation had probably been growing when none of them, not even Tim, had noticed. Sasha tried reaching out to him; Tim was still employed by the Magnus Institute after all, but he was sullen at his desk, the air around him smelling faintly of burnt hair and the iced coffees he used to love now simmering slightly in his mug. Sasha didn’t think he could’ve been any more withdrawn than he had been in the ramp up to stopping the Stranger. But here he was, prickly and cold and altogether uninterested in Sasha’s attempts to reconnect with him.

Sasha unfolds the letter, singed at the corners. She must have just missed him. Again. Her heart pounds in her chest as she reads the words, written the slanted, neat print she knew so well.

Sasha,

If nothing else, I will miss you. But that loss is essential, Jude says, to feeding the spark that binds us all. They think Agnes Montague’s spark passed to me when I decided my loss of life was more important than the survival of The Stranger and their ritual. Something about total commitment to pain, self-destruction, etc. There is some satisfaction in knowing how unhappy they are about it, especially Jude. I think she really wanted to be special. You’d hate her. Maybe it’s cliché, but I don’t think I’m coming back from this. It all began, and it all must end. Who knows? Maybe I’ll finally be able to quit.

I    You are truly unforgettable, boss,

Tim.

Sasha had seen so many of the people she loved fall to the fears of this world in which they find themselves trapped. The loss of Jon had come first, when the thing that Was Certainly Not Jon had stolen him away under their noses. This discovery had come with the loss of the heart of their office: Martin. Realizing he had been in love with a lie had broken something in him, and while Sasha did her best to show him compassion, she couldn’t imagine going through it all in his place. The nature of Gertrude’s death had shocked her; Sasha had known her, had seen such a strong woman she had been. To see (or rather hear) her death reduced to a few cowardly gunshots felt…inadequate. Daisy had become softer after surviving the Buried, kinder to Sasha, but there the Hunt was still there, deep in her. Basira and Melanie were fine, but evasive, suspicious, too eager to wield a knife. And now?

Sasha had no friends, no one she could truly trust, no one left besides Tim. She hadn’t stopped trying to care for him, to make herself available, but she refused to keep her heart open for someone so clearly eager to move away from it all, even if that was motivated by a cult of fire and destruction and pain. But that love she had for Timothy Stoker was still there, the idiot who took her out for drinks and dressed up as her once for April Fool’s and had them all over for Guy Fawkes Day (should she had guessed it then, his eyes illuminated by the pyre, drinking in the light and heat of the flames?) and insisted he cook for everyone whenever he got the chance.

Eyes sweeping over the letter over and over, she read the words, trying to hear each of them in his voice, feeling something in her gut twist as she read her name is his handwriting, in his voice, over and over. Tim had said it so many ways: with mirth, frustration, exhaustion, and warmth. There was still so much left to say. There were so many more ways for him to say her name, and Sasha wanted to hear them all.

This letter? This would not be the last time he said her name. Sasha James, the Archivist, would make damn sure of that.

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Sasha is hurrying through the Institute when she almost collides with Elias Bouchard. His hair is unkempt, shaggy from his time in prison, but he is dressed immaculately, black dress shirt rolled to his elbows and a tie that seemed to shimmer yellow-green when it catches the light.

“You-Elias, what the hell?” Sasha takes an involuntary step back, hand ghosting to the letter opener she had instinctively tucked into her waistband.

“Save the effort, Archivist. I’m only here to help, after all. My sources say Tim has left?”

“Sources?” Sasha spits the word, fingers resting against the mottled blue handle of the blade. “Please. There’s no need to hide what you are anymore, Elias.”

“Hmm, very well.” His fingers drum patiently on his jaw, one elbow elegantly balanced on the opposite wrist. He looks too calm, too relaxed for the anxiety and anger thrumming its way through Sasha’s chest. “So, you don’t want to know where he’s gone?” Fuck. Elias’s eyebrow arches expectantly, eyes staring past her as he focused on what she could now recognize as what she called the Knowledge.

“Elias Bouchard, t̶̡̟̲͓̩̜̣͕͇̟̱͉̹̽̋̑̑̅̊͒́̔̂͠ͅe̶̝͍̜̲̘̙̤̰̬̞͒͗l̴̛͕̜̟̟̰͑̿̎̎́͛͌̽̆͆̓̋̾l̴̟̤͚͉͔̼̄̈́̆̌̏̇͝ ̷͖̙̠͕̜̮̬̟̝̰̫͍̆ṁ̶̨̗̮͍̖͍͖̱̟̍̽͜͝e̴̗̩͒̈́͛̊̽́̿ ̷̧̨̡̦̻̙͎̬̪̞͕͙͖̓͂͂͂͂̊̔̊̕̚͜w̴͈̖̦̒̾̀̽͑̓̑̎̂̇͗̂͒ḩ̸̩̺͎̤̳̰̘̱̣̍ę̵̫͚̖́̇͜r̷̢̘͍̣͚̠͚̫̦̭͌ͅͅͅẻ̵͓͖̆̀̒ ̵͇͕̱̬̻̖͔̲͇͇͊̓͊́̽̍̋̓̈́̎̿̆̕͘͝h̷̨̡̧̨̻̝̲̱̬̻͙̻͋́͒̈͆͛͛̒͂̉̈́̎͜e̴̡̪͓̘̳͇͙̪̠̳͈͔̳͕͗̓̉̎ ̵̢̡̟͍̬͖͔͎̹͇̞͗̓́́i̶̲̬̰͙̖̘̮̠̘̜̙̗̍̈́̀̌̔͌̊͋́̍͌̑̚͝s̶̞̱̥͚̽̔̏͠͝.”

Her voice echoes with persuasion, the smooth words rolling off her tongue before she could consider it. Elias sighs, seeming almost tired with her. “He’s in the Desolation.” Elias sighs, seeming almost tired with her. “Honestly, Sasha, I would have told you without you needing to ask like that.”

She tunes him out, her own Knowing searching for Tim and landing her only with a burning inside her skull. She hisses her pain through her teeth and focuses back on Elias, who seems almost amused.

God, what a bastard. “Ȟ̶̡̱͈̖̱̱̱̤̮̖̳̬̆̿͐͛̾́͗͠͝͝ͅͅo̷̡͎̙̓͗̋̂͊̏̏̅̚͘͝ẅ̶̢̨̧̝̖͚̦̱̟̹̼͕͌͌͌̋̒̆͑̈́̓͛͠ ̶̱̩̜̖̫̼̰̐d̴̢͈͍̗̱̀̉̽͋o̷̢̡̫͈̼̺̹̩̥͕͕͘̕ ̵̢̭̦͍̬͖̪̹͍̬̝͝I̶͕̥̱̤̽̿̃̃̂͐̔͒̒̇̆͗̚̕ ̴̛̞̜̘̥͓̙̗̫̰̙̼̝̀͗͋̊́̕ḡ̴͈͈̗̜̦̇͐̏̿̾̅́̆̎̂̊̕͠e̷̡̡̲̘̞̟̤̗͓̺̱̣̘͐̆̈́̔̎̃͋́ṯ̶̨̺̜̪̺̼̼̟̽̽̍̾̊́͊́̒̕͘ ̵̢͔̟͈̘͚̫̩̭͑̃͘ͅt̸̪̊͛̽̀͒h̴̘̫̖̤̜͕̻̺̯̼̦̟͔̋̍̋̈̌̃͐̈́̍̋e̶̢̛͚͉͕͓̪̖̘͖͇͇̫̲͉̐̀̈́̋̄̃̆̽̃̍͊̓ͅr̵̨͍͖̜͕͈̱̤̤̭͈̳̯̜͈̆͒̾̎̓̓̀̐̈̀̂̉̕͠e̴̦̱̺͓̝͕̥͔̮̓͐͛̚?̸̛̝̞̦͈̦̿͐͌̂̌̆͂̆̔̋͗͒̊”

“Honestly, Sasha, you’re wearing yourself out. Timothy and Jude just left. They were in the library; I’m sure you can follow them. Let your mind follow theirs. Find the right string, if the Mother will pardon my analogy, and pull it. I’m sure they left the door open for you.” He winks, as if enjoying a private joke, and turns on a polished leather shoe, striding towards the Archives with purpose.

Sasha redirects her course and hurries to the library. Is this a trap? Almost definitely. But honestly, she doesn’t care. Rosie, head of the institute while Elias had been “previously occupied," had been the last to leave the Institute, Sasha Knew as she ran, clocking out at 18:02. The librarians and assistants were gone. It was just her. Well, she and Elias, certainly. She was already a pawn in this fourteen-way game of chess; she may as well take down some bishops if this was going to be her end. She has never met Jude Perry, but Tim was right about one thing: she certainly already hated her.

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In the library, Sasha halts in the doorway, taking in the scene in front of her. The heat is excruciating on her cheeks as she sees a blazed trail of singed books, paper, and manuscripts. The burning in her face and soul is caused not by any fire, but by the sheer anger that someone dared mar her memories of this library, where she had met so many of the people she loves. Loved. No, loves, she decided with certainty. Jon is gone, the true memory of him lost to everything but the errant polaroid, Martin is all but gone, a shell of the warm man they had known, and Tim is just out of reach. But despite all this, maybe in sheer spite of everything they’ve been through, Sasha still present-tense loves each of them.

It is that love, she thinks, that guides her now, more so than the omniscient Eye that paves her way to the Desolation, the scar on reality widening and opening for her before it swallows her whole, the library crumbling into ash around her.

One way or another, she was going to end this.

[politicallycorrectinnocentteen]

Dreams (Part 1 - Cringe)

Title – Dreams

Story Summary – What does the ILB gang dream of? Let’s have a look :p

Author’s version of Summary – Do you know what cringe is? Ever felt that? Do you think your cringe limits are endless? Try that now in this try not to cringe fic :p

Genre – CRINGUMOR

So, one fine anon asked if I could write a Danni X MC fic. You asked, and you shall receive :p

PS: Look at genre before reading :p

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“OMG this is the best coffee ever!” Danni’s manager screamed his lungs out as he tasted Danni’s coffee. “You are promoted to co-manager now onwards!!!!”

Danni smirked as she looked down at Cristie who was trembling in a corner.

“Thank you,” she said, eying Cristie with a stern gaze, “I am going to make sure we root out all the bad stuff and reach new heights.”

Cristie gulped.

She tried to approach Danni, but is cut short as Vance entered the café, running and exhausted. His cheeks grew a light shade of red when he saw Danni.

“H-H-Hi D-Da-Danni” he stammered, eyes fixed at the floor.

“Oh Vance!” Danni chirped, watching Vance with an amused look, “How can I help you?”

“W-W-Will y-you…” he trails off.

“Go on.”

“W-Will y-y-y-y-you g-g-go-“

“-Go out with you?”

Vance’s face turns beet red as he nods, looking at the floor- too shy to make an eye contact with her.

“Hmm…my schedule today is busy…” Danni thoughtfully said.

Vance’s face fell on hearing that.

“- but I can always make time for you.” Danni smiled at him.

“YES!” Vance jumped with his fists in the air, and as the realization that he did it in front of Danni sunk in, he stuttered, “I-I …j-just”

Not waiting for him to finish, Danni held his hand in hers and pulled him towards the door. Before exiting the café, she looked at Cristie.

“I hope to find the café all clean and customers happy when I return from my short break.”

Cristie immediately grabbed the surface cleaner and started scrubbing the tables as Danni left the restaurant.

“So, where are we going Vance?” Danni asked Vance.

Its then that she realized that she was leading the way and Vance was meekly following her, eyes stuck to the ground and cheeks all red.

“Vance?”

Vance looks up at her, and their eyes connect for a second before Vance’s cheeks grow redder and he meekly moves forward, now leading the way.

“T-There’s a p-place…. I felt y-you w-would l-l-like….”

Danni silently laughed at that. She was enjoying it more than ever.

Vance led her out to a beautiful flower field. Green grass jewelled with colourful flowers as far and wide as one’s eyes could see. Danni immediately ran ahead and jumped to the soft-as-cotton ground. She then lied on her back, gazing at the blue sky decorated with artistic clouds.

“D-D-Danni” Vance stutters.

She looked up at him and found him holding a crown made of flowers.

“T-T-This i-is f-f-for y-y-you.”

Danni sat up as she examined the crown in her hand, and then turned to Vance. “I do not like it.”

“Oh…”

Vance looked at the ground as his eyes grew misty, tears falling from his cheeks.

“I LOVE it!” She smiles, removing her stern, prankful façade.

Vance’s face immediately lighted up as he picked up Danni in his arms, spinning in circles until they both fell to the soft ground laughing, hand-in-hand. Vance looked up to Danni, and minutes pass by as they both stare into each other’s eyes.

“I love you!” Vance suddenly declared, and then realizing what he said, turned away beet red. He tried to pull his hand away but Danni firmly held it.

“I love you too Vance…” she softly said.

Vance gasped, shock, surprise and ecstasy mixed on his face as he got up and screamed on the horizon.

“DID YOU HEAR THAT???? SHE LOVESSS ME!!!”

Danni chuckled and gave him a loving look.

“Will you marry me Danni? You are my light, my sunshine, my day, my night, my everything!! I cannot even dream to spend a moment away from you. Every painful moment away from you stabs me, kills me, and I realize that I just want to- “

“Shhhh...” Danni put a finger on his lips, silencing him, “I am going to destroy you in bedroom tonight.” she smirked, “Save energy for that…” Her eyes lit up at thought. “Let’s get your tuxedo and we will go to church and marry now!”

They walked until they reached Vance’s house. Vance stopped her in front of his bedroom and spoke, “Just a minute love.”

Hearing that one word made her heart feel giddy, as if it’d explode from happiness. A ticklish feeling moved down from her chest, to her stomach – as if there are butterflies’ flying inside her. She felt as if she was on seventh heavens-

“AHHHHH!!!!”

Vance’s scream echoed throughout the house. Danni immediately galloped towards the door, and opened it and saw…Parker… only in his underwear… standing in front of Vance!

“No! Go Away Parker!” Vance pleaded, “I am only Danni’s!” he said as he covered his eyes with his hand.

“You are doing a mistake Vance!” Parker urged, panic and urgency evident in his voice,” You do not love Danni! You love me!”

“No!! I only love Danni!!” Vance shouted,” G-Go away! Don’t come near me!!!!”

Danni frowned at Parker, and if her eyes could shoot lasers, Parker would be dead fried right now.

“At least look at me!” Parker said as he closed the distance between him and Vance in one single leap. Frustrated that Vance wasn’t even looking at him, and pulled his hands away from his eyes and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at him.

“NO!!!!” Vance screamed as he pushed Parker, and started crying. “What have you done!!” his sobbing intensified. “Y-You touched me! Now I-I am no longer pure and Danni will no longer love me.” He covered his hand with his face, crying loudly as overflowing tears streamed down endlessly from his hands.

“PARKER SHAW!” Danni screamed as she firmly marched towards him. She took one look of the sobbing Vance and clenched her fists tight.

“HOW. DARE. YOU.” She spited, each word carrying an ocean of burning rage.

“I will fight you for Vance!” Parker declared as he fisted his hands and jumped up and down, preparing for the battle.

Danni frowned at him, and in the next moment, smacked him on his gut so hard that he crashed on the adjoining wall, creating a crater on it in the process. She neared him to give him another punch, but Parker went down on his knees-

“Please, Please, Please! Forgive me Danni!” he whimpered for mercy.

“After what you’ve done? Never!” Danni clenched her teeth and tightened her fist to strike again. But Parker cried again, bowing and kneeling in front of her.

“Please forgive me Great Danni!” he prayed, “I swear I will look at Vance as if he is my own brother from now on!”

Danni stopped, gesturing him to continue.

“I promise to serve you both day and night! Whatever you need, whenever you need, I promise I will do every little and big job you have! Please spare me Great Danni!!” he looked at her expectantly.

“And?” Danni raised her eyebrows.

“And I henceforth declare you as the new Chief Police Officer of the Pine Springs! I admit that I am and rest of the cops are neither trustable nor competent and only your daring abilities can only fix that. We are all under your command!”

“OKAY!” Danni declares after a brief pause. “Go and make arrangements for my and Vance’s marriage today. NOW!”

Parker staggered on his feet as he ran outside like a deer.

She then turned her attention at the sobbing Vance, who was still crying uncontrollably. She approached him, clasping his hand in hers.

“Y-You d-don’t love me n-now, d-do you?” he broke down on seeing her.

“Don’t be silly! I always love you!” She smiled.

“Y-You are lying!!” Vance sobbed, his misty, red and puffy eyes meeting hers.

“In that case, I will prove it to you…” Danni sternly said, as one of her hand went at back of Vance’s head and the other cupped Vance’s cheeks. She slowly pulled Vance’s face towards her, pressing his cheeks to open those luscious lips she dreamt often of exploring. And finally, she closed the distance between then, her lips hungrily falling on his soft lips. But that was not enough! She wanted to explore him! She wanted to taste him! Taking advantage of his open lips, she slipped her tongue inside them, readying herself to relish upon the taste of divine-

-dusty cotton?

Danni coughed and spit out the cotton threads out of her mouth. Suddenly she felt as if something punched her face. She felt it again, and again, and again and-

“LOL big sis!”

Danni opened her eyes to find her little sister eying her deviously. Before Danni could open her mouth, her sister hit her with the pillow again. On her face. HARD.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Her sister laughed as she jumped out of bed, barely missing Danni’s grasp.

“You might want to look at this.” Her sister grinned as she played a video.

“Vance…. Vance…. Ummmmm….”

The video shoes Danni chanting Vance’s name, and then clutching the pillow tightly, and finally delving her face into it – as if kissing it. And finally, when it’s done, the pillow is a wet mess of her sweat and saliva.

“Bring chocolate pastries for me on way back home else mommy gets to see this.” She chirped and ran away.

“YOU LITTLE WITCH!”

Danni shouted as she rubbed her temples in frustration.

“What a dream though…”

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BONUS-

Parker was having his usual smoothie standing next to the jeep. The weather was fine, the birds were chirping, the wind blowing gently on his face, and Vance was about to come this way any second! The smoothie being a real taste was an added bonus! Really, he couldn’t have asked for more-

SMACK!

Parker’s smoothie falls on his face and clothes as he is thrown off-balance by a powerful punch. Growling, he looked at Danni who punched him.

“What was that for?”

“BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE CUNT OFFICER SHAW!” She screams and proceeds on her way as Parker watches her dumbfounded. And once she is gone from the horizon, he sighs looking at his smoothie.

“What a start to the day…”

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PS: Hehehehehe, I am not expecting you to like it :p . Hope you had a high enough nerve to survive the cringe :p

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[imaghostwriter]

11 questions tag

i was tagged by the wonderful @ccwritesstuff. thank you, honey!

i’m answering these for my wip “the narrow aisle”

1: What are your character’s alignments?

daniel aka danny: lawful good, shifting to neutral good

james: chaotic good

ross: chaotic neutral

sharon: neutral good

colleen: chaotic evil

2: Which of your characters would you say are chaotic dumbasses?

i think it’s safe to say that if daniel, sharon and james weren’t there to interfere, colleen and ross would have already died. probably because they dared each other to drink bleach and neither of them wanted to chicken out

3: What kind of characters do you like writing?

complete chatterboxes are fun for writing dialogue bc they get me into a writing flow real quick and also drive my word count through the roof which makes me feel productive lol.

but in general i enjoy writing soft heroes and snarky sidekicks and the only way to take them from me would be to rob them from my cold, dead hands

4: Who’s the most likely character to fall for the Nigerian Prince scam and lose all their money?

danny, hands down. he has a soft heart and, contrary to popular believe, only one braincell to keep him alive and that is preoccupied with being anxious about everything 

5: Which of your characters would burn the kitchen while cooking?

colleen and ross bc they would sabotage each other on purpose. daniel cause he has never cooked a single thing in his entire life

6: What are some of the places in your world your characters often hang out at/in?

there isn’t actually a single scene in which all my main ocs come together but the original trio hung out a lot in rick’s diner, which serves excellent milkshakes. and if colleen could convince them (which she always could), they would go out to dance on the weekends. james and daniel like to walk around the neighbourhood and do some quality stargazing on their favourite hill. colleen and ross are just always out and about and usually in opposite corners of the town

7: Which one of your characters is most likey to pet every dog they see?

sharon and daniel. especially danny tho. he really misses spinach (his old dog)

8: Which one of your characters is most likely to lead a coup d'etat against their government?

ross. which is, coincidentally, exactly what he does

9: What would your characters do if they got lost in the woods?

daniel: freak out. then curl up in a ball and cry.

james: keep on walking until he found water and then follow the water until he reached civilisation. he doesn’t really know anything about living in the woods but he’s a quick learner and would be able to provide for himself if he got lost for several days or even weeks

ross: keep on walking. complain the whole time. probably die bc he pissed off a bear

sharon: sweet, sweet, innocent sharon. not able to survive in any woods but lucky for her, her family, friends and probably the president himself have already sent out the search troops

colleen: would not go into the woods unless ross double-dared her and called her a chicken. too spiteful to die. would probably wrestle the bear that would have killed ross and feast on that until she found a way out. would then proceed on killing ross for double-daring her

10: Which one of your characters is most likely to get kidnapped by the fae?

sharon. she is gullible and trusting. also maybe colleen? but i’m not sure if it counts if it’s technically the fae getting kidnapped...

11: Where would your characters go to relax?

daniel: outside, taking a walk

james: either solving jigsaw puzzles with his bubbe (her eye sight is really bad so he basically solves them by himself but she’s content just having him around) or also outside, climbing up a hill to enjoy the view or doing stargazing

ross: has never heard of relaxing and doesn’t want anything to do with it

sharon: at home with a good book or in a café

colleen: swimming in her parents’ pool or hanging out with danny

that was fun! alright, now my questions:

imagine your characters are in a horror movie. who would die first? who would survive? who would suggest to split up?

who is “i would do anything for you” and who is “then perish”?

most likely to have collected insects at one point or another?

If your characters were fanfiction, which setting would they be? (coffee shop au, royalty au, canon...?)

what comes first when you think of a new wip? characters? setting? aesthetic?

what are your character’s hidden talents? can anyone sing? toast bread perfectly every time? fold spread sheets correctly?

name one guilty pleasure of each of your characters

best dressed?

are any of your characters part of the lgbtq+ community? if so, who?

rate your characters from “total loner” to “i will adopt everyone, don’t test me”

play fuck/marry/kill with your own characters (or from the pov of one of your ocs)

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[sholiofic]

Powerfist. Hospital Au :D

Night ER shifts were the worst. It was either incredibly boring (though Danny kind of enjoyed the opportunity to chat with patients and brighten up their night a little bit), or it was very exciting, but not in the good way.

Tonight was one of the exciting nights: multiple car accidents, a couple of overdoses, a gang clash that ended with six people injured. Danny was grabbing a moment to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich when Claire stuck her head into the break room. “Hey, we just got word on inbound casualties from a shootout in Hell’s Kitchen.”

Danny blew out his breath and put the mostly-uneaten sandwich back in the employee fridge. “Some nights, huh?”

“Must be a full moon,” Claire agreed. Danny looked baffled. “Oh, you know, full moon? Superstition that lots of crazy things – you know what, never mind. Sometimes I think you must have been raised in a monastery.”

Private tutors, college at 16, he could have said – but didn’t, because he hated the feeling he got (the looks he got) when people found out what his upbringing had been like. He knew that he’d had a lot of advantages in life; he knew how lucky he was to have graduated from medical school with no debt in his early 20s, moving on to a residency at a metro hospital he had carefully selected so his mother wasn’t on the board of directors.

But it also meant he’d missed out on a lot. His social life hadn’t been exactly … normal. His parents had been politely supportive of his life choices (at least he didn’t have to deal with the kind of crushing parental expectations that both Joy and Ward did) but he also knew that they hoped he would change his mind and come back to run the company eventually. Neither of them could understand why he would rather spend his days dealing with sick people, covered in blood and much more unpleasant bodily fluids, when he could have been sitting in a corner office at Rand.

Danny tossed down the last gulp of stale coffee and went back out to the ER.

The influx of casualties had just come in, blood turning police uniforms and casual clothes the same dark red; a reminder that when they came through those doors on those gurneys, it didn’t matter who they were or what they’d done five minutes ago – the struggle to save lives was what mattered.

Danny wasn’t even sure if the guy on the gurney in front of him was cop or con. In a bad way, was what he was; barely breathing, and Danny couldn’t even tell how he was still breathing with the clear evidence of his blood-sodden, bullet-holed clothing that he’d taken a couple of rounds point blank to the chest. The nurses were all busy, so Danny reached for the kit himself, preparing to get the IV catheter in place, when the man’s eyes came open and his hand shot out and grabbed Danny’s arm.

“Kid,” he whispered. “Hey, kid. Can you push this gurney around the corner?”

“Calm down,” Danny told him, pushing up his sleeve to find a puncture site, and added, “I’m a doctor,” because he’d realized that he had probably been mistaken for an intern or a nurse – it happened a lot; he was not only young for a resident, but baby-faced on top of it. “Just settle down; you’re going to be okay. What’s your name?”

“It’s Luke, and listen, I really need you to push me around the corner.”

Danny tried unsuccessfully to free himself from the grip on his arm; this guy had a grip like iron. “No, I really don’t need to do that. You’ve been shot.”

“Listen, I need privacy for a minute. Please.”

“I don’t care what you need to do, trust me, we’ve seen it all here –” He was having trouble finding a vein. He should probably have just gotten Claire.

Luke’s dark eyes searched his face. “Kid. Please.”

The thing about Danny – the thing that made him the most popular doctor in the entire hospital with the patients, and put him in a sort of ongoing love-hate relationship with the nurses – was that he’d always had trouble saying no to anyone who genuinely needed something. It was the whole reason he’d wanted to be a doctor in the first place. “Okay, I’ll do it, if you’ll hold still and let me get an IV in you.”

He shoved the gurney around the corner, into a hallway out of sight of the main ER. A harried nurse hurried past pushing a crash cart, but no one was paying attention to either of them.

“Thanks,” Luke said, heartfelt, and he sat up and started pulling off the monitoring electrodes stuck on him.

“Hey! No! Wait!” Danny tried ineffectually to push him back down. “You’ve been shot –”

But he was starting to realize that something was clearly not right here. The guy had been shot. The evidence of the bullet holes in his hoodie said so. The hoodie which he was currently stripping off, smoothly and efficiently and not at all like someone who’d just taken several rounds to the chest.

His chest was – amazing. For several reasons, but one reason was that it didn’t have a scratch on it despite the fact that Danny could see light through the bullet holes in the hoodie as Luke stripped it off over his head.

“What the hell,” Danny said in spite of himself, and he reached out to touch Luke’s chest, only jerking his hand back when Luke gave him a look. “I’m a doctor,” he defended himself, blushing. “I’m only trying to – listen – what the hell, man? Where’d all the blood come from?”

“The blood’s not mine,” Luke said, and Danny looked at him in disbelief. “Okay, just listen. I’m an undercover cop. I know this all looks weird, but I need something clean to change into. You don’t have to help; I know you’re busy. Just point me at a supply closet.”

He swung his legs off the gurney and then sat there for a minute, breathing hard.

“Okay, you are hurt,” Danny said, moving quickly to support him. “Look, there could be internal trauma, concussion injuries – you need to –”

“What I need,” Luke said, taking a deep breath, “is to change into something I can walk out of this hospital in, without looking like a gunshot victim.”

“You are a gunshot victim!” But it was clear Danny wasn’t going to win this argument. “Okay, look, I can get you clean scrubs, or – no, we’ve got a bunch of stuff in the Lost & Found, I bet you can find something that’ll fit you there. C'mon this way.”

A few minutes later, Danny was swiping his card to unlock an employee side entrance. Luke was moving better, looking better, and Danny was starting to think he was just misreading the whole situation … except, while Luke was digging through clothes in the Lost & Found, Danny had looked at the tip of the insertion needle for the IV and found that it was bent, like someone had slammed it into a steel plate.

And maybe it was a defective one, but …

Something was weird here. He wanted to know what.

“So you’re a cop?” he said. “A bulletproof cop? That sounds awesome.”

“It’s complicated.” Luke grimaced. “I shouldn’t even have told you that much, uh –” He glanced at Danny’s name tag. “Danny. Trust me, you don’t want to be mixed up in what I’m mixed up in.”

But maybe I want to be. Nobody had ever accused Danny of taking the easy, reasonable path through life. “Look, if I wanted to get in touch with you, how would I do that? To follow up,” he added quickly. “On your injuries.”

“I don’t have any –”

“Listen, I’m a medical professional, and your breathing didn’t sound great for awhile there. Even if you can survive being shot, you can still get internal concussion trauma. Just put my mind at ease and give me a way to make sure you don’t go home tonight and suffocate.”

Luke huffed out a sigh, then rolled his eyes and grinned. Apparently Danny wasn’t the only one who had trouble saying no to people. “Look me up at the 29th Precinct,” he said, and was gone out the door, into the night.

[dannycaing]

UNFAMILIAR WAR PLACE

UNFAMILIAR WAR PLACE by Danny Caing Date Written:  March 17, 2019

October 7, 1979,  Sunday

I was assigned in Fort Magsaysay as a Project Engineer on the construction of three mini dams when I met Duke Solomon. He was a Philippine Scout Ranger under Special Warfare Brigade. They were the most highly trained personnel of the Armed Forces of the Philippines. The squad specializes in anti-guerrilla jungle warfare, raids, ambushes, close-quarters combat, urban warfare, and sabotage.

Duke was a big fan of Juan de la Cruz Band, Sampaguita, Asin, and Florante. He plays well all the basic guitar notes. I enjoyed his company drinking beer and singing duet all night long. He was reluctant to tell his stories without fabrication or exaggeration. Maybe this was my interpretation of his imagination.

There were 108 qualified for the training who passed the health and basic fitness exam. The main objective was to transform them into jungle fighters with the ability of designed test leadership, fieldcraft, discipline, and both mental and physical strength.

The airborne training almost drowned him when the parachutes covered him under the water. He tried to swing his parachutes to the river because he pissed on his pants during the first jump. He escaped by slashing the fabric with the knife.

Sniper training was exciting and full of thrill. In those days, they use actual camouflage. If the place was muddy, you have to roll in the mud so you will blend with the surrounding. On the grassy fields, you have to knit some grass on your combat uniform so that when you crawl the enemies will hardly see you. The most challenging and difficult part was target practice, how to improve your aim and firing the M16 rifle in standing, sitting and sprawling position.

The jungle survival was considered the most dangerous part of the training. More than half of the applicants had withdrawn when three had died by accident. Duke did not elaborate the final combat drill since he was able to get away with others during the captivity. Once captured it was more of the survival skill, the last man standing.

There were only 48 of them who made it to the Philippine Scout Ranger. They were called the Maharlika Platoon headed by Colonel Aruiza. Duke belongs to the 4th squad of 12 warriors lead by Sgt. Magbanua. They spent four years with 23 classified missions in Mindanao.   Only eight rangers survived as of today.

1ST MISSION: To eliminate one of the notorious bandit (mostly ex-militants and OWL) who controlled drugs, money laundering, smuggling, robbery, flesh trade, kidnapping, and ransom in the region.  It was a classified close-quarter combat mission.  The raid on the warehouse, there were fifty-seven enemies and eight casualties on scout rangers. The two leaders of the syndicate were not in the vicinity on the raid. They were later shot dead at the night club they owned in the nearby town. Duke had never fired a single shot. He was on the back-up squad with Sgt. Magbanua. But he took the pictures on the faces of the dead bodies piled in one row. On the next day, the news reported that a warehouse was burned down and there was shooting at the downtown nightclub, two were still unidentified dead.

THE REBELS ISLAND: The platoon was divided into two groups. The first group used a pump boat going to the back of the island on the east side.  The second group walked along the shore on the west side of the island. The mission was to search and destroy 83 rebels and their camps located in the middle of the island. Fifty-three rebels were dead and thirty escaped after the combat. The heads of the seven Rangers were pierced in a bamboo stake. The rebels took the bodies and threw them on the sea.  Six soldiers were wounded. Duke told me that while they were on a sprawling position near the rebel camp, he had three confirmed kills on the spot but in spite of this, he never took a shot. His comrades shot them dead. Duke said that they were Filipinos and some were teenagers.  

That night,   Duke was having a conversation with his comrades on the beach. They asked him why his rifle has no mark of a stripe. Each stripe is a confirm kill. They started teasing Duke as a virgin warrior. There was a gunshot fire. Duke was shocked when his comrade beside him was hit on the head by a sniper, the brain spattered on his face.

THE REBEL STUDENTS: During their last mission, they were instructed to secure the vicinity area north-east of the command post. This was to clear the area from rebels when a high ranking officer is visiting the combat zone. They were only nine scout rangers left from the Maharlika Platoon. While sneaking through the forest, they located a group of rebels camp.  Sgt. Magbanua communicated at once to the command post for the direct order. The response was: Fire at will.  The ambush took only fifteen minutes, eight rebels were dead,  and two Rangers wounded.  There were three women held captives. The women begged for their freedom.   They showed their student I.D.s from Manila. Duke convinced the squad to release and spare the lives of the three students for they were not armed and they all survived the last mission. Sgt. Magbanua instructed them that they have not seen the three students in their combat mission and that their official report: 8 rebels killed in action. Everyone agreed. Later Sgt. Magbanua told Duke that he has a daughter of the same age as the captured students. I told Duke that you could have been Court Martial if your superiors knew you released those students.

October 7, 2017, Tuesday

THE LAST MEETING: I met Duke Solomon two years ago. He now owns a coffee shop somewhere in the Visayan Region. I was still impressed by his wit and charisma for being so down to earth person yet he survived his ordeal as a soldier. He told me that his conscience was clear, even from the very beginning when he joined the Philippine Scout Ranger. He said to me that he always pray the "Lord's Prayer" every day and night and he never killed a man during combat missions because of this phrase:

"Put your sword back in its place," Jesus said to him, "for all who draw the sword will die by the sword." Matthew 26:52

I told him, you could have been a pastor if you did not join the military.  But he said the church cannot save you.  JESUS WORDS saves.  

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