#Danny's lying btw

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Grandfather."

Ra's knew who the boy was the moment he'd snuck into the room. He'd allowed the child--more man than child now, but everyone was a child compared to him--moments to steel himself while Ra's refrained from acknowledging his presence. The boy's breath was barely audible but unsteady, and a drop of something fell to the floor.

His grandson was injured. "Danyal," he greeted and finally gazed upon him for the first time in seven years.

Danyal had grown into his father's height, yet stayed lean in regards to his musculature. His black hair had grown out of the League-regulation haircut, held back in a messy braid. He held himself as strong as he could, but kept an arm wrapped around his stomach. His shirt--standard American teenage garb, he dismissed--was spotted with blood and he could see bandages poking out from under the cloth.

With great care, Danyal knelt before the Demon Head and recited the Oath of Loyalty.

Ra's watched.

The boy's tongue, fat with English, spoke the League's variant of Arabic with the grace of a mace to the head, yet his words were clear. He took his time speaking the oath, carefully sounding out words, working hard to avoid mispronunciation. The Oath in question was the older version, from before Deathstroke's insurrection, but Danyal spoke it with a calm certainty that it would be accepted.

And without a doubt, it would be accepted.

Talia's eldest son had been born from her body instead of through science, a mistake that nearly cost her the child and damaged him upon birth. While the best doctors in the world saved his life, Danyal Al Ghul would always be weak in a fight, always prone to illness, always struggling to excel. When it became clear that the boy couldn't become the next Demon Head, Ra's sent Talia to create a replacement while arrangements were made for her first child to be taught business and science, for the betterment of the League. Danyal, very much his father's child, thrived in his intellectual pursuits while Damian grew and developed into a budding assassin.

But Danyal was more like his father than he'd ever knew. Ra's couldn't miss the signs of one of his family turning away from the League. Not the mission--Danyal had written several university level papers defending the environment by the time the boy was 10--but Ra's methods...

Ra's had a conundrum. Danyal was a dedicated conservationist; once the boy was an adult, Ra's was certain he'd take the world by storm and bring the League to new heights. But if he forced his methods onto Danyal, he could create an enemy of him, just as his father was.

Ra's gave Danyal an offer; Danyal would be allowed to leave the League and live a normal life if and only if he faked his own death in such a way that reinforced Damian's loyalty to the League of Assassins.

Danyal had been hesitant at first, but past his test with flying colors. Instigating one of the more unstable assassins into organizing a coup, cutting the insurgents off near immediately, but "dying" protecting both his younger brother and mother. It was a masterful performance. Even Talia hadn't known about the deceit.

And yet, here he was, on his knees, pledging loyalty. Danyal knew what that meant, knew what he was returning to, which morals he would be allowed to keep.

"And what do you bring with you, child of no one?" Why should the League accept the return of this child, who left once before?

Danyal met his eyes. "I bring with me, my team, who are loyal to me and me alone. I bring with me, research surrounding the Lazarus Pits, in origins and further uses for the waters." Ra's raised an eyebrow, and Danyal smirked. "I bring with me, my knowledge, nurtured within this very home and sharpened in the world outside. I bring with me, my weapons, built with my own hands. I bring with me... my body, finally healthy and whole." He brought his head down to the floor, trembling with pain. "I bring my whole self to the Demon's Head, for Him to accept or reject."

Ra's smiled. "By the shadows that guard our order and the blood that binds us, I accept this oath. From this day forward, you are an instrument of the League, a harbinger of justice, and a weapon in the hand of Ra's Al Ghul."

Danyal returned to his feet, swaying percariously. He needed immediate medical attention. Despite this, he continued, "Long live the League of Assassins. Long live Ra's Al Ghul."

And he collapsed onto the floor.

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights as college roommates and maybe some identity shenanigans thrown in would be so fun! Maybe dannys doing a little vigilante work on the side as well to up the secret identity mayhem

Danny would like to say his college career is going well. Gotham isn’t where he was expecting to pursue higher education, but the engineering scholarship he got through the Wayne Educational Foundation was just too good to turn down. It even covered the cost of an apartment! Although, the apartment is shared with another student who got a Wayne scholarship. 

Even with that, Danny lucked out and got a great roommate. Duke Thomas is chill, kind, respects Danny’s space and doesn’t throw wild parties or invite random people in at all hours of the day. He even joins Danny twice a week for study sessions!

Really, it would be the perfect college experience except for one thing: the ghosts.

Danny thought they’d stay in Amity Park. They had no reason to stray from the city where the portal was, and his parents are more than enough to keep most ghosts away. It took his friends, Jazz, and even Vlad to convince Danny that he wasn’t abandoning Amity Park and that the city wouldn’t fall while he took a few years to focus on himself. 

He worried right up until he got to GCU and walked the campus for the first time. Then he decided to enjoy the four years he had on the scholarship to get his degree and live his own life like a normal person.

To say he’s pissed about the ghosts is an understatement. 

The one thing he was looking forward to most is not being Phantom. Gotham is home to the Bats and they’re more than capable of handling everything in the city. It means there’s no need for him here and he can focus on school and enjoy going on invisible flights without worrying about being hunted down or having to fight a ghost. 

“Are you fucking kidding me,” he mutters under his breath as he feels the familiar chill race up his throat, A cold mist wafts out of his mouth, curling around his words, and Danny quickly ducks his head and hides it from sight. 

“Did you say something?” Duke asks, looking up from where he leans against the kitchen counter, squinting at a recipe on his phone. 

“Nah,” Danny lies. “Just stressing.” He gestures to the papers he has spread out on the dining table, then stands up. “I’m gonna take a walk. Maybe that’ll get my brain to work correctly tonight.”

“Got your phone on you?”

Danny reflexively drops a hand to his pocket, checking that his phone is where it’s supposed to be. It’s what Duke asks every single time Danny mentions going out, worried about Danny being unprepared for Gotham. It’s nice of him, though Danny does wish he can say that he’s survived a lot worse than a few muggers. 

“Got it.”

“Alright. I’ll try to work on dinner while you’re out.”

Danny nods and offers Duke a small wave before pulling his shoes on at the door. He grabs his keys and heads out, double checking that the door is locked behind him. 

Then he glances around the hallway, checking that the coast is clear, and pulls up the chill of awareness in his chest. Slowly, he breathes out, watching the blue mist waft out and lead towards the stairwell. 

“Wonder who it is this time,” he mutters to himself, going into the cold, concrete stairwell. It always feels a little off in there, as if he’s been removed from the rest of the world when the door closes behind him. His footsteps echo oddly in the space, so Danny chooses to fly instead, keeping his feet off the floor. 

A few flights down is when he sees her: pale and translucent, a faint blue glow around her. She’s a familiar face. Emilia is one of the first of Gotham’s ghosts he’s met, leading to the rather unpleasant realization that ghosts don’t only come from the Infinite Realms. There’s a strange sort of magic in the very foundations of Gotham that makes it the way it is, creating ghosts that are different enough from what he’s used to that it leaves him off balance. 

Gotham keeps her dead. Few get to pass on peacefully, and most have to wait until they grow weak and wither away, a second death, before they can be released from the living realm. The ghosts of Gotham are pale and weak, for the most part, and try to cling to him so grow stronger from his ectoplasm. 

Most want him to help them pass on, or give them a way into the Infinite Realms. Some want him to bring justice to their killers. Others want to kill him and take his ectoplasm for their own so they can continue their reign of terror in Gotham, unable to be stopped even in death. 

Emilia gives him warnings. It’s not always her, but she tends to be the one to draw him out of his apartment, pulling him into a vigilante lifestyle because he can’t bring himself to refuse anyone who asks for his help, and the dead in Gotham have no one else to ask.

“Danny,” she greets. “Nueve is out again. He’s going after the ghosts near Chantilly Street.”

“The sun isn’t even down yet,” Danny grumbles. Nueve, an old gang enforcer who died a few decades ago, cannibalizes other ghosts. It doesn’t destroy the other ghosts, not really, but it makes them feel pain when they shouldn’t be able to feel much at all. Taking their limited reserves of ectoplasm makes him momentarily stronger, and he uses that stolen strength to try to harm the living.

He’s been successful a few times. Danny makes sure to rip him apart as much as possible these days; he won’t be here forever, but he’s hoping that within his four years at GCU, he’ll be able to permanently stop Nueve.

Times like these, he misses having a Fenton Thermos with him. Though he’s not entirely sure it would work on Gotham’s ghosts with how different they are. 

Emilia follows him down the stairwell to the ground floor. Once there, Danny shoves his hand into the floor, taking out the backpack he’s hidden in it. He’s done this change of clothes so often he can do it in just a minute now, hiding his face and pulling on gloves beneath a large hoodie with old ectoplasm stains along the sleeves and hem. A gas mask is pulled on as well, covering the bottom half of his face, a necessary addition to his Ghost Work Outfit™ after he almost got caught in some Fear Gas during Scarecrow’s last attack. 

“Alright,” he says, “Lead the way.”

Emilia takes off through the wall and Danny hurries to follow, going invisible as he hits the streets. 

It’s still early evening, the sun not yet fully set. Plenty of people walk along the sidewalks and cars pass by endlessly, honking at each other as they try to go twenty above the speed limit. Danny does his best to avoid running into everyone, deftly dodging the reaching hands of a few ghosts who spot him as he sprints by. 

They only go a few blocks away from his apartment building, turning into a dead end alley where a group of teens (living, for once) are stuck with their backs to the wall, clinging to each other as they warily watch the man in front of them carelessly twirl a gun around his finger. 

The man makes a strange clicking noise in the back of his throat, and it takes Danny a moment to realize that he’s trying to talk. 

Still invisible, Danny sneaks around to stand in front of the teens, ready to bodily protect them. The man looks alive, and Danny see any ghosts around save for Emilia, standing at the mouth of the alley. There’s something strange about him; his movements seem just a little off, not quite as fluid as they should be. It’s not the movement of someone on drugs. It’s something that screams uncanny valley.

The gun’s handle drops solidly into the man’s palm. He makes another few clicks, then raising the gun to point at the teens.

“Bad idea, pal,” Danny says dropping his invisibility. The teens behind him startle, gasping and trying to press themselves further into the wall. 

The man’s eyes flash weakly and the pieces click into place in Danny’s mind. Nueve must have gotten strong enough to possess someone. That is… alarming, to say the least.

He rips the gun out of the man’s hand and tosses it aside. Then he pushes away the man’s arm when Nueve makes a clumsy attempt to punch him. With his chest left wide open and undefended, Danny takes the chance to shove his hand into the man’s chest, feeling for the familiar chill of a ghost. 

And then he wraps his fingers tight around it and pulls out Nueve, leaving the man to collapse. 

The teens behind him scream and Danny winces. 

Pulling out a faintly glowing human figure from someone’s physical body does not look good. It’s the best way to end a possession, but it does look alarmingly like he’s just ripped someone’s soul out of their body.

Keeping hold of Nueve’s ghost, Danny steps to the side. “You guys should go now. Take care.”

The teens don’t need any more prompting. They take off in a run, tripping over each other in their haste to get away.

Danny spares a glance to the man unconscious on the ground, but there’s nothing he can do with an angry ghost in his hands, so he has no choice but to leave him there as he flies up to a rooftop farther down the street. 

“How many times do we need to do this, Nueve?” he asks tiredly, shaking the ghost.

“These streets should be mine!” Nueve howls, trying to break free of Danny’s grasp. But he’s quickly growing weak, his energy fading, and Danny’s holding back his own ectoplasm as tightly as he can. “They may have killed me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still take what I’m owed!”

“Dude, you’re dead. There’s nothing here for you. Move on.”

“You don’t get to speak on this, outsider. You think a freak like you has an say over us? You can’t stop us. You don’t even know what’s coming.”

Danny squints at him. “What, are you planning a heist or something? With your gang of dead people too weak to lift a piece of paper?”

“We’re not all dead. We’ve got living folk helping us and we’ll be taking you out first when we hit the streets.”

“Good luck with that,” Danny says flatly, “Begone with you.” 

Without giving Nueve a chance to say another word, he rips Nueve’s head off his body. His ghost wavers, then dissipates like smoke, fading away. 

Another side effect of whatever it is Gotham does to her dead: their ghost forms are remarkably fragile and it takes only a bit of strength to tear them to shreds, giving him some peace before they reform again. It won’t stop Nueve from striking out again, gathering enough strength until he’s able to possess some other unfortunate soul, but Danny’s bought himself some time to figure out what the hell was he talking about?

There are living folk involved with whatever he’s planning. It’s probably another gang, maybe someone with magic who is able to see ghosts? Which is not great. Danny doesn’t know much about magic; even when facing ghosts who used magic or magical artifacts, his go to method of dealing with them is to start throwing hands like there’s no tomorrow.

Well.

It’s a problem for later.

For now, Danny needs to get back to his apartment and work on his calculus homework. Hopefully he can finish it before he gets frustrated enough that he gives up and lies face down on the floor until Duke manhandles him onto the couch, where he’s less of a tripping hazard.

He’s just about to get back to street level when his Fenton Luck strikes again and he hears someone land on the roof, just a few feet behind him.

“Hey there, stranger,” the Signal says. “You know, we run into each other so often it feels rude not to introduce ourselves. Why don’t you go first?”

Danny turns to face the daylight vigilante, standing with his arms crossed as if that would make him look any more approachable. He’s been popping up wherever Danny’s out dealing with ghosts, which is very not great for Danny’s plans to have a peaceful, normal college life. 

Biting his tongue, Danny gives the Signal a quick two fingered salute, then goes intangible and drops down through the building. His invisibility sweeps over him and then he’s running through the streets, hoping it’s enough to keep the Signal from following him to his apartment.

He skids to a stop in the stairwell, dropping his intangibility just in time to crash into the wall. Panting, Danny waits for a tense minute to see if he’s been followed. 

When the door to the stairwell remains closed, he lets out a slow breath, then pulls off all the pieces of his Ghost Work Outfit, shoving it back into his bag. He takes a moment to fix his hair, messy from the hood, then shoves the bag back into the floor, safely hidden from curious eyes. 

Then he very casually walks up the stairs to the fifth floor and walks down the hallway to his apartment. His keys clang together when he opens the door, and Duke usually hears it when it does, but just in case, Danny calls out, “I’m back!”

He’s learned to announce himself after a few late night walks almost ended with him tackled to the floor when Duke thought someone was breaking in.

Duke doesn’t respond as he toes off his shoes. The stillness in the apartment feels off, as if the world is holding its breath. Cautiously, Danny walks in, trying to find his roommate.

He’s not in the kitchen. The living room is empty. Duke’s bedroom door is open and he’s not in there either. 

Something cold lodges itself in his chest. 

“Duke?” he tries again, looking over their apartment again for any sign of struggle, or something terrible happening, or even a mess that Duke needed more supplies to clean up. 

There’s nothing. The apartment is as it’s always been, just with an empty space where Duke should be.

Worried, Danny stands in the middle of the hallway, trying to figure out what he should do next. It’s because he’s standing so still, surrounded by silence, that he hears it: a light thud outside the window. 

Danny turns and he can swear he sees something large moving outside the window, disappearing from sight just as Danny takes a step into Duke’s room to check on it. He rushes to the window and pushes it open, looking down at the street, then side to side, and finally up to the last three floors of the building.

Nothing’s there.

Slowly, Danny pulls his head back inside, closing and locking the window. “Must be my imagination,” he says, trying to convince himself it’s not a big deal. 

He leaves Duke’s room and begins pacing down the hall, anxiety building steadily in him. 

His phones in his hand before he can think his actions through, Duke’s contact pulled up on the screen. He should call. He should make sure Duke is okay, but Danny hesitates. Is this something to be freaked out over? Would Duke thing he’s clingy and nervous and a bothersome roommate? He doesn’t want to risk Duke asking for a new roommate next year when the lease renews.

But he’s worried. It’s Gotham and Danny just dealt with a violent, murderous ghost threatening him. Duke can deal with a stressed out, worried Danny if it means he’s alive.

He hits the call button before he can talk himself out of it. It rings on and on and on until Danny starts to panic about having to find Duke’s ghost to avenge his murder. 

The front door is thrown open so suddenly and so loudly, Danny jumps and his phone clatters to the floor. 

“Danny! Hey!” Duke says with a bright smile, trying to catch his breath. He’s still holding onto the doorknob, slightly hunched over as he pants for breath. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m totally fine.”

“Where were you?”

Duke straightens up and closes the door, kicking off his shoes. “Oh, just… out. Shopping. For dinner.”

Danny looks over his empty hands doubtfully. “No luck finding what you needed?”

“Nope!”

“What did you need? Maybe I can go to a different store and get it for you.”

“You don’t need to!” Duke says. “I just needed… tomatoes?”

Danny blinks at him. “We have tomatoes. Did you not know we had tomatoes in the fridge?”

“Oh, do we? Good to know.”

There’s something very weird about this conversation, but Danny doesn’t pry. Duke is weird sometimes, but it’s fine because he kindly ignores some of Danny’s oddities that come from being a halfa and a semi-retired hero. 

“Do you… maybe wanna sit down? Catch your breath? I can make dinner tonight if you want.”

Duke waves a hand in the air. “No, no, it’s fine. I got this. Anyways, how was your walk?”

He definitely shouldn’t talk about the cannibal ghost and his threats to take out Danny with his gang. “It was nice. Very quiet. You know, for Gotham.” He punctuates this with an awkward thumbs up and immediately regrets it, but it’s already done so he commits to it.

“Cool! Great. Just wondering, did you see anything weird?”

“Depends on what you’re asking about?”

“Just some guy wearing black with a hood covering his face. He’s been active in this neighborhood and I saw some people talk about him online. Apparently he just appears out of thin air.”

Danny tries not to wince. That’s him, alright. Gotham’s newest neighborhood menace. “I don’t think so, but there’s a lot of people in Gotham that were all black and walk around with their hood up.”

“True,” Duke concedes. “Well, just be careful when you go out, alright?”

“I always am.” He gives Duke the same two fingered salute he gave the Signal. Duke stares at him for a moment, eyes dark and almost dangerous, then he smiles and walks into the kitchen. 

“Wanna make dinner with me? I think we can figure out this recipe together. Unless you need to do your homework.”

“It can wait!” Danny hurries to join Duke, grateful for an excuse to push off calculus a little longer. He understands what he’s doing in the class, there’s just… so much work. He doesn’t even want to think about the tests. The tests make everyone cry.

“Alright, let’s get to it, then!”

“You’re in charge, chef,” Danny says, laughingly, and bumps against Duke’s side. He expects a light shove in return, something Sam and Tucker always did, but Duke goes tense instead, letting out a sharp breath that Danny is all too familiar with. “Wait, why are you hurt? What happened?!”

He goes to lift up Duke’s shirt to inspect his shirt, see the damage for himself, but Duke smoothly moves out of the way, grabbing Danny’s wrists and stopping him in his tracks. “I’m fine, Danny. I just got hit. Lightly. Minor bruising, really.”

Danny looks at him doubtfully, then wrenches a wrist free to lift up his shirt before he can move again.

Minor bruising is not how Danny would describe the blues and purples that decorate Duke’s entire side. He can see the outline of Duke’s ribs through the bruising. “How is this being lightly bruised? What hit you?”

“A car?”

“A car?!”

Duke winces, then pulls his shirt down. “I’m fine, Danny, really. It was just from a car that didn’t want to stop at a red light. I stopped another person from being hit, but the car got me pretty solidly. You know how bad Gotham drivers are.”

“Sit down!” Danny says, pulling Duke out of the kitchen. “I don’t understand how you’re still standing. I’ll get some ice, and I’ll handle dinner. You just stay there and stop pushing yourself for no reason.”

“Playing nurse for me now?”

“If I have to.”

“Would you wear a nurse costume for me, too?” Duke jokes.

Danny looks him dead in the eye and says, “If I have to. Would that make you follow my instructions? A tight little nurse dress?”

Duke sputters, cheeks darkening, and looks away. Danny grins, victorious, and darts back to the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the fridge. 

“Maybe I’ll wear one for you anyways, once you’re all healed up. Only if you’re good, though.”

“Danny, you’re killing me here.”

“Better me than a car.”

Duke laughs and takes the ice pack, pressing it against his side carefully. “Oh, for sure. Thanks, Danny.”

“Hey, what are roommates for?” Danny shares a warm smile with Duke, then pats his shoulder and heads back to the kitchen to start making a simple pasta dinner. 

Life in Gotham is weird and stressful and full of ghosts and heroes who won’t leave him alone. But it’s not all that bad, really. He’s happy with how he’s doing in college, and he’s beyond lucky to have Duke as a roommate. So long as Duke never finds out about his halfa status, then he’s sure they’ll be able to last all four years rooming together.

He just needs to keep a secret. 

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

[petite-phthora]

Thank you...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 10]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

ImBaby= Danielle/Dani/Ellie

MiddleChild= Danny

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Danny rubs his eyes and stares at the laptop in front of him as he’s trying to focus. He’s currently at a table he claimed in his school’s library, and he’s been staring at his screen for a solid 25 minutes by now.

He currently has a free period, just before his last class of the day, so he decided to try and get some homework done now since he has less time after school today.

Because of his date.

He’s going on a date!

Due to the excitement, Danny can’t quite stop himself from grinning like a loon. To be perfectly honest, he hasn’t been able to stop grinning and blushing even since Red Hood had sent that last message.

It’s a date.

Red Hood had confirmed it’s a date!

The buzzing of his phone as he receives a message draws his attention away from his schoolwork even though it wasn’t on that anyway but on a certain kind and handsome vigilante.

Danny picks the device up and takes a look. Seeing Ellie had messaged him, he raises an eyebrow. Assuming it to be another one picture of her standing on some monument in human form in spaces humans without powers shouldn’t be able to get to, like a horse on a roof, he opens the chat.

Though…

That’s not a selfie on top of El Ángel de la Independencia in Mexico, he muses as he reads the text with a slightly confused frown.

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Private chat

~ ImBaby changed their name to SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms ~

~ SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms changed the name of MiddleChild to HisMajesty ~

SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms: once nightfall has cometh upon us, and the world has been plunged into darkness, though blood may be shed, be assured brother o mine, thine honor shall be guarded. i have formulated various challenges most onerous to confirmeth whether the helmed knight in red is righteous enough to court thee. for now, i will have to wish thee adieu, brother mine, as I will need to maketh some preparations for these mentioned challenges before I can enact them. as for the outcome of the trials i have set, i shall visit thee within the following fortnight bearing the news. until such time, i giveth thou farewell. ancients be with ye.  o7

HisMajesty: ???

HisMajesty: have you swallowed an encyclopedia again? 🤨

HisMajesty: didn’t know it would actually work with teaching you new words 🤔

HisMajesty: would’ve been good to know when I still had Lancer’s English classes 😔😔

HisMajesty: what does even this mean? 🤔🤔

HisMajesty: what are you planning??

HisMajesty: Ellie?

HisMajesty: no seriously, like

HisMajesty: have you been hanging out with CW lately?? 👀👀

HisMajesty: cause this is exactly the sort of cryptic shit I’d expect coming from him 😕😒

HisMajesty: not you

HisMajesty: …usually 😔

HisMajesty: unless he told you to tell me this??? 🤨 🤨

HisMajesty: but then again, he prefers to use his sticky notes to leave me cryptic messages..

HisMajesty: Ellie? 😟

HisMajesty: what are you doing????

HisMajesty: where even are you right now?? 🤔

HisMajesty: last I heard you were in Mexico 🇲🇽

HisMajesty: are you still there?

HisMajesty: Ellie

HisMajesty: please answer me 🙏🙏

HisMajesty: Ellieeeeee ☹️

HisMajesty: Elle

HisMajesty: Els

HisMajesty: Ella

HisMajesty: Elski

HisMajesty: Elleroonie

HisMajesty: Ellexandro

HisMajesty: Eljamin

HisMajesty: Ellodore

HisMajesty: 🥺

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Danny stops messaging her when he realizes she’s not going to read any of his texts any time soon. He lets out a weary sigh.

What has she gotten herself into this time?

---

Red Hood came to pick Danny up at his apartment at 12.50. He rang the doorbell this time. Before Danny can do so much as greet him, Red Hood hands him a box. Danny looks at it confused before moving his gaze onto Red Hood with the same expression.

“Here, for you” He grunts.

Danny looks back down at the box and under the stare of the helmed vigilante, that Danny can’t quite see due to the helmet. Danny takes it and opens it gingerly. Inside are what seem to be some kind of chocolate squares.

“It’s chocolate fudge. Homemade. Wasn’t quite sure what you would like…” Red Hood explains.

Danny looks back up and beams at him, cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Oh no, this is great! Thanks!”

He tries one out, under the watchful eye of Red Hood and Oh Ancients, they are delicious. Which Danny then also proceeds to verbalize.

“Oh my Ancients, these are amazing. Thank you so much!”

Danny gives him a quick hug, even lifting him slightly off the ground which does things to Red Hood (not that Danny noticed), as Red Hood lets out a soft “No problem” before letting go as he remembers something

“Oh wait! Before we go, I also have something for you as well!” Danny blurts out, quickly darting back into his apartment to get something, putting the box of chocolate fudge down on his counter.

He guesses Red Hood hadn’t quite expected that, as he was still frozen into place when Danny came back with his own gift for his date.

Danny hands over a small inconspicuous white box. Red Hood takes it and opens it before carefully taking out the sleek silver watch and turning it over.

As he’s looking it over, Danny starts talking again.

“Okay, okay, so I’ll explain what it does in a minute. First off though, put it on!” He says, jittery from nerves and excitement

He really hopes Red Hood will like it.

Red Hood silently does as he says and puts on the watch.

“Now turn to the wall and press that button right there!” Danny continues, pointing out a small button on the side of the watch.

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What Jason had expected to happen when he pressed the button on the watch, was for it to light up or turn on or something, maybe play a little tune or a nice message.

What Jason hadn’t expected to happen, was for a toxic green laser to shoot out of the watch and blast the wall in front of him, leaving behind a black scorch mark.

Stunned, Jason drops his gaze back onto the, now slightly smoking, ‘watch’ before turning his wide-eyed gaze back onto Danny. Danny, who seems to be practically vibrating in excitement and is eagerly awaiting his reaction.

“Do you like it? It’s the Fenton Watch Ray! I modeled it after the Fenton Wrist Ray, but I decided to make the design more sleek and inconspicuous. When pressing the button, it’ll release a highly pressurized ectoplasmic energy blast.

“You see, it takes in ambient ectoplasm from the surrounding area as fuel! So it won’t run out of energy and you don’t need to charge it! The ectoplasm it’s infused with also makes it more resistant, so it’s harder to break and you’ll be able to take it out on patrol with you if you need it!

“Don’t worry though! While it may look a little dangerous, it’s actually quite harmless to living humans! The most it’ll do is knock them down, or even out on some occasions. And there’s no lasting after-effects!

“Oh! And this button,” Danny pauses as he points out a button on the other side of the watch, “shows you the time!”

Danny pushes the button and, sure enough, the screen of the ‘watch’ lights up, showing it is currently 12.56 pm.

During the entire rant, Jason just stares at Danny through his helmet in stunned silence. He didn’t quite understand everything that was just word-vomited at him, but he got the general gist of it.

‘Marry me,’ is what he wants to say.

“Thank you” is what he says instead, in the softest tone known to man with blushing cheeks and a lovesick smile on his face.

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[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So the world is full of problems and being a naive 12 yo, Dani thinks she can fix those problems.

So she follows the best example.

Red hood

And she becomes a crime boss.

And she’s far better than anyone would think. Discreetly taking over various mafias around the world.

Eventually, the anti ecto acts are put in place worldwide.

So Dani (17) and Jazz (21)move to the only place that has citizens that would willingly lie to the government. Danny is in the ghost zone, attempting to evacuate all ghosts on earth dnd then get to work trying to dismantle the AEA. A process that could take over a year or so.

So Dani moves most of her forces to Gotham.

In my mind, Dani’s mobster name is Fantasma btw and her henchmen/loyal workers are called the Draugur.

But Gotham is cursed and over run with violent ghosts, and because Jazz has collage (transferred from Central Collage) and has to keep a job she can’t handle the ghosts.

So Dani is now moonlighting as the vigilante Wraith.

And Jazz is making her go to school during the day (Gotham academy)

While she’s in Gotham, Fantasma catches the attention of the bats because they’re not going to miss what is obviously a big player with a reputation coming into Gotham.

So they send a bat to go undercover

Damian

Damian is like 17 and has just transitioned out of Robin (you can decide whos Robin in his place) and is now (what we vigilante you what him to be, but I’m using Nocturne in this post)

For his first solo mission, he goes undercover as a henchman in the Draugurs. (He wears a mask so he doesn’t get discovered at a Wayne/bat). The only information the bats have is that Fantasma is around his age.

Unsurprisingly, he’s really good at undercover work.

He (undercover name is Crow) quickly makes his way up the ranks.

And he eventually meets the boss Fantasma and becomes her right hand.

And eventually begins to fall for her.

At the same time, he’s trying to catch the new antihero Wraith, who is a very flirty pain in the butt. He’s also been assigned to be the partner of a new student in his class, Danielle, who is incredibly ditzy and clumsy. But she’s not stupid, Damian knows better than to assume that. Especially when she scores highly than him on their geography test.

Basically an entire love hexagon AU including

- henchmen x boss

- vigilante x vigilante/antihero

- academic rivals AU

Relationship guide

Fantasma x Crow- boss that trust her second hand with her life despite not know in his real name. Henchman that is slowly catching feelings and becoming very guilty for lying to her

Nocturne x Wraith- vigilante is getting increasingly irritated by the new Antihero, who thinks the vigilante is hot and flirts with him the entire time they’re together

Dani x Damian- klutzy, clumsy, and popular student ends up having a rivalry with perfect, cold, and outcast over grades and tests. They hate each other.

I love this prompt, and there’s so much I could add to this.

Any thoughts? Would love to hear them!! :))

[agendabymooner]

when danny said ! daniel r. x ofc (country singer!ofc)

summary: just a series of tweets in which daniel said a lot of things. OR sadie samuels wrote the ‘golden hour’ album about him but didn’t know about it.

content warning: use of explicit language, fluff, based on kacey musgrave’s discography (golden hour album), holiday special-ish, short and nonsense tbh, smau

💌re:moony’s planner request: would you ever do a danny ric fic with singer reader using kacey musgraves songs? feel like that really fits his aesthetic 🫶🏼 her golden hour album is a masterpiece

note: he’s giving butterflies by kacey musgraves tbh enjoy xx

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sadiesamuels real 🙏

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sadiesamuels it’s as real as it can get maren 😫 he didn’t even flinch 😭😭 he knows rodeo better than i do and i came from texas

maxverstappen1 i’ve always known he’s a lying cheater 🙂

sadiesamuels the things that we do for money 😇

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danielricciardo oh now you’re hopping the train? 🙂🙃

scottyjames31 we all know which ricciardo i love the most

danielricciardo i know 🥹 you tell me everyday

user1 lmaooooooo 😭😭😭 happy holidays to danny ig

user2 she wrote the star-crossed album for you btw

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[thelunarbar]

Episode four here we go

Jackson has a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time

Gruesome.

Love that Lydia is totally oblivious. Just really really bad selfies damn

Admittedly it’s nice seeing Jackson get his ass beat

Ok by why doesn’t Peter sound like a wolf in this scene?

Stiles and his dad are my favorite

Why are teenagers always portrayed as angsty and mad all the time? Obviously not all of them at least in this show but I just hate how often they’re portrayed that way

How did no one notice Derek and Scott on the roof? Ig there’s a lot going on but like nobody glanced up at all and was like wtf?

Liar liar Kate

The actress who plays Kate did a little too good a job. I hate her so much

How did I forget Allison is seventeen? I literally do not remember this scene at all wtf?

Chem teacher. Hate him.

Danny needs more love. Ik he gets a lot but he deserves more.

Oh stiles my beloved goofball

Killing his family isn’t enough gotta rub it in. Fuck Kate.

Why is he shirtless? Was that really necessary?

Knowing what she did to Derek as a literal child her admiring him in so so sick

We’ve all felt stiles frustration with Scott at some point and if you say you haven’t you’re lying.

Maybe Kate and the argent weren’t responsible for Laura’s death but she fucking tortured him before us doing it now and does it again and she set fire to his house and killed his entire family soooooo

Derek deserves so much better

Deaton is so fucking deadpan and uberchill

Wouldn’t their parents have been called if they skipped

I would totally believe the woman who plays Lydia’s mom is actually holland rodan’s mom

I will never lot love coach saying he likes to be called cupcake 😂 and then the sheriff actually calls him cupcake 😂

Coach is my favorite. Him and his lil lacrosse pen

How come Scott is the only kid who was going to present at his mom’s parent teacher meeting??? None of the other parents seemed to be expecting their children so why??

Why do Chris and his wife(whose name has totally slipped my mind, Victoria maybe??) have the same haircut 😂

Ah parent stand offs gotta love it(esp given the fact that Melissa and Chris end up together at the end of the show which I love btw)

Mass hysteria! Everybody panic!

Where did Melissa go???

Wow just fucking back into the sheriff why dontcha jeez

Love that nobody cares he just got hit and is laying in the ground wtf guys

Mountain lion dun dun dun

[allari-ammayi]

Rain | Pt. 1 《Varsham》 D. Shekar

☆Danny Shekar x Fem! Reader☆

Synopsis: Having never exchanged words despite their obvious romantic tension, the younger sister of 'Bheemla Nayak', Y/n, and his enemy, Danny Shekar, are strandered alone at a bus stop during an hours' long rain fall, left together and start to feel an obvious spark. 《Pt. 1, 2.2k Words》

Note: First post, very excited, and yes, I know my writing is very bad, but trust me, I'll get better!! Anyway, massive smash to the loml. Pls tell me I wasn't the only one violently simping over Danny from the moment he appeared on screen. Btw, this is the y/n version of this story. If you wish to read a version with an oc in it, you can find it on my OC masterlist page!! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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“The rain was unexpected- Just like us. But instead of embracing it, we ran from it. Over and over until we got tired and relented to our yearning desires for each other.”

The duo repeated this very phrase to each other every single night when the moon hung low on the starry night and their windows were wide open to let the fresh breeze of the night sky in as they cuddled together under their silken sheets.

One night it was Y/n and the other it was Danny. But it was always the same. The rain was unexpected. Just like them, but instead of embracing it, they ran from it. Over and over until they got tired and relented to their yearning desire for each other.

It was a sort of weird comfort to them. A grateful reminder to thank that one sudden summer rain that brought the two together in the first place.

But some nights, the duo thought over and even reconsidered a little, was it really the rain that brought them together in the first place or was it Y/n’s brother, the famous ‘Bheemla Nayaak’, who just so happened to be Danny’s number-one rival and vice versa.

But whatever it was, boy were they glad it happened. That night was the same, Danny and Y/n were lying on their shared bed of their home, surrounded by a comforting homey feeling. A feeling of belonging and comfort.

Y/n’s back was pressed against Danny’s chest as his arms were secured around her smaller body, his fingers fidgeting with strands of Y/n’s hair. No words needed to be exchanged between the two to confirm their safety and love in the relationship.

All they needed was each other’s presence and all else was set into place by itself. Their love was enough to fill the room up.

But of course, it wasn’t always like this. It never starts like this and ends well. Maybe that’s why Danny and Y/n’s futures were so secure and well-tied together. Because they had a rocky start.

Because the first thing they witnessed of each other was their worst. Because they accepted each other’s worsts and embraced them, rather than finding out about them later in the relationship and seeing them as deal-breakers.

For y/n, when she first saw Danny, all she could remember of him was his arrogance. His rotten wealth. His disgusting attitude. His shameless disobedience of rules. His horrid way of getting his way with his money. And of course, her brother’s loathing for him. And of course, even she hated him at the start. As far as hating someone simply because of their sibling’s hatred for them goes.

For Danny, when he first saw Y/n, he was initially mesmerised by her. She looked magical. Half drenched in the dark night’s rain as she stumbled into the police station where Danny was being held for travelling across state borders with restricted amounts of alcohol. He stared at her with semi-wide eyes.

Maybe it was a trick of his sleepy daze or the hallucinogenic lick of alcohol still simmering on his lips because only a second later, it disappeared and was replaced with a dreadful annoyance.

But this only happened when Y/n entered the station, looking towards the one person who Danny wanted to stab the life out of, simply for existing and called him ‘Annaya’ {Trans. ‘Older brother’}.

Then, he saw some more negative traits in her. They didn’t exactly make her a bad person, but they made Danny feel a somewhat weird emotion towards her. What do they call it? Hatred? Loath? Disgust? No. That’s right. It was pity. Pity’s a rare feeling to come from Danny, so when it came, it was definitely something special.

The more Danny saw her, the more he noticed them. And the longer he observed her, from afar of course, the more he knew why.

And the more he observed, the more pity he felt for her.

Her over-obedience. Her pitiful submissiveness. Her pride, or rather a lack-there-of. Her dependence on the male figure in her life. Her inability to stand up for herself.

But the longer Danny harboured his animosity for Bheem, the more he realised that none of this was Y/n’s fault, but rather came from the way she was raised. The way she ran her brother’s errands for him, bringing him his lunch boxes and his tea, needing him to drive her to places and back home. She was basically his shadow. Never her own person, with her own feelings, responsibilities or opinions.

Y/n was almost always around Bheem, which meant that Danny and Y/n saw each other far more than they wished, but the two never exchanged words. Merely stolen, short glances towards each other or the few seconds of awkward eye contact they would share occasionally.

It became almost a routine for Danny to hope to coincidentally bump into her during his next antic with Bheem. She was practically his driving force to constantly torture him. His small hope that the next time he and Bheem cross paths due to his latest plan, he’d have Y/n trailing behind him. So he and y/n could share a few more seconds' worth of eye contact with mixed meanings and cloudy intentions.

But one evening changed it all. It changed their entire dynamic and it changed the way their entire worlds moved. It changed the way their feelings danced and it changed the way the other perceived the world.

Y/n, who took it upon herself to run home for another one of Bheem’s silly little errands for her, and Danny who had successfully gotten himself lost in the dry land and borders of the forest collided for the first time. Not literally, but almost.

Y/n, who was practically out of breath from all the running in her not-so-comfortable footwear and Danny who had been roaming the area for hours, frustrated and dying of dehydration crossed paths when y/n finally gave up running, dropped her palms to her knees and huffed for breath like there was no tomorrow.

Danny only caught sight of her when he roughly shoved some stray long dry grass out of his face as he exited the maze of madness, still lost as ever, being new to the area.

He looked around desperately to find something or someone to help him, but when he caught sight of the out-of-breath y/n who was pink in the face and clearly tired from running, he felt his heart physically jump.

He didn’t exactly know why, he’d never felt this way before. Maybe it was because he and the girl had never been alone together. Previously, on every occasion that they were together, there was always her brother in between them nagging about justice and his job and what-not. But why would he even feel this way in the first place?

It’s not like he felt anything for her. But maybe it was because of the countless hours that he thought of her even when unnecessary.

The hours he spent laying on his bed, initially only feeling pity for her, then starting to spend hours analysing her emotions and traits and why she does what she does before eventually spending more hours, laying on his bed, staring into the ceiling, thinking of nothing but her eyes. Her beautiful doe eyes.

But of course not! Danny shook his head to get those ridiculous thoughts out of his head. Danny spent the next few seconds, thinking of an actual, reasonable and proper reason, and came to the conclusion that he only felt a jump in his heart because he was worried that like always, the siblings would be together and where Y/n was, so was Bheem.

And Danny couldn’t afford Bheem’s bitter satisfaction from Danny being so lost and helpless. Yes, of course! That’s the only reason! Or at least that’s what Danny said in a hopefully convincing manner.

But who was he trying to convince?

Himself?

But still, even that thought bruised his ego a little. But still, this was the only idea that didn’t include some ridiculous fantasy about Y/n. Danny watched as Y/n regained her composure and landed her hands on hips or on her back before she looked up at the sky.

Only then did Danny realise how creepy he looked, staring at a helpless girl, half-hidden in the tall bushes. Danny jumped out from the bushes, glad that Y/n hadn’t spotted him yet and when Y/n looked towards him and realised his presence, he folded his arms behind him and tilted his chin up in a better-than-you kind of way.

The second Y/n saw Danny walking around the bushes, she tensed up for a second, half-scared of the fact that he could have planned something related to her in hopes of attacking her brother and half for the same reason he was. Simply because they had never been along together.

Y/n’s breath hitched when Danny began walking in her direction, looking as prideful and arrogant as ever. Danny gulped as he walked right past Y/n, his eyes secretly trailing to the side of his face to catch a glimpse of her as he went.

Y/n twiddled with her thumbs and at the awkward moment between them, the heavens groaned and urged the two together with a little crazy weather. Unexpectedly and completely out of blue, the initially bright blazing sun was covered up by heavy and dark rain clouds, meaning that nothing good could come from this.

Y/n looked up at the clouds and when she felt a soft kiss on her nose from raindrop, she felt her heart drop. She had no umbrella and she was miles away form home which meant it’d take her another half-an hour to get home, and that was if she ran.

The same was with Danny. He also didn’t have an umbrella. After-all, who could’ve predectied this weather?

“What-?” Danny let out as he wiped a raindrop off his forehead, the duo started to get worried, still exchanging no words. When the sudden sound of pitter-patter surrounded Danny and Y/n, they turned to each other in mutual worry and Y/n looked desperately around.

“Come, Follow me.” Y/n said after a short consideration. She couldn’t escape the rain by herself and let Danny die out in the wet cold. He too was a human. A human that was hated by her older brother, but still a human. Bheem could have argued otherwise, but it didn’t matter.

Danny turned to Y/n and when he saw her already sprinting away, he looked around before back at her.

“Hey-!” He called out reaching an arm out towards her, but Y/n didn’t stop. Danny let out a sigh of frustration, raked his hair back with his fingers before he begrudgingly followed behind her.

“Just this way,” Y/n said, lifting her voni a little as she ran.

“Do you even know where you’re going??” Danny asked her, struggling to keep up with the slippery little minx of a girl, y/n was.

Y/n came to a sudden halt, and when Danny nearly crashed into the smaller girl, she threateningly pulled her index finger out at him and she narrowed her eys.

“Do you want to get drenched in the rain or do you want to get shelter?” She asked, her voice dangerously leaking with threats.

Danny was left speechless at this. Never once had he ever seen Y/n this way. But then again, he never really saw her that much to begin with, but still. This was a true shock for the man.

“I- Uh- Yeah- Yeah, I want to- I want to get shelter.” Danny struggled out, stumbling over his words at the threatening smaller girl.

“Aithe noru musukoni ra. {Trans.: Then keep quite and follow me.)” Danny automatically nodded, Y/n’s sudden high demanding voice instantly taking control of him.

Within seconds, Y/n led Danny straight to a tattered old bus stop. It was not at all what Danny had in mind, but he was willing to take whatever he could to get out of this rain even a little. The duo rushed to get under the shade, their clothes already damp from the early rain.

From the moment their skins were no longer being tapped on by the rain drops, Danny and y/n were both quick to start drying themselves the best they could.

The tattered bus stop consisted of just one, one and a half meter long bench with a shade that looked like it could fall apart any minute.

“This was the place you were talking about when you said shelter?” Danny asked, looking around before taking a seat. Y/n opted to sit as far as she could, even willing to let half of her leg hang off the end of the bench if it meant putting some distance between her and Danny.

“Let me know if it isn’t up to your fancy posh tastes, and I can tear it apart in seconds,” Y/n said, looking at the ground, and pulling her knees to her chest. “Then we can happily die out in the rain.” She added, quietly.

Danny rolled his eyes.

“It’s fine for now.”

“It will be. We just have to wait a few minutes, it’ll be gone and we can go our own ways.” If only it were that easy.

To be continued...

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC!!!!! i hope u r havin a GOOD DAY!!! i came 2 tell u that a) i watched ep 18 of pd s2 and i feel like i lost all of my braincells. businessman vyncent you are SO fucking cringefail. “it’s time for my four o’clock piss” ????? they brought in tony from tony’s pizza as a lawyer. this was so fuckign dumb oh my lord. what even was that episode i think my brain leaked out of my ears!!!! this is a got damn sitcom!!!!!! i had to pause every few minutes because i felt like i was losing my mind. genuinely surprised i did not have an aneurysm through that whole mess it was so fucking funny and so fucking stupid <3 ALSO!! things from the episode that immediately made me think of u: the wiwi danny phantom parody at the beginning!! as soon as i heard the beginning of the theme song i was like “YOOOOO MAC GHOSTIEZONE MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE PROBABLY WENT NUTS OVER THIS!!” also BRIEF GILLION TIDESTRIDER MENTION 🎉🎉🎉 charlie accidentally did the voice he does for gillion at some point in the episode and i was like!! that is mac’s fish guy!!!!! the he!!!

also. b) i heard. that in riptide. at some point in an episode. grizzly decided to write gay smut and have gillion read it. and i am too curious for my own good so i found the episode and the timestamp and watched it. head in hands. Grizzly What Is Wrong With You. THE THING IS IT WAS ACTUALLY LOWKEY WELL WRITTEN LIKE HE ACTUALLY CAPTURED THE FEELING OF READING EROTICA WRITTEN BACK IN LIKE THE 1800’S. I DONT FUCKING KNOW HOW HE WROTE THAT OR WHY. BUT I THINK IT ALTERED SOMETHING IN MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY IN A VERY STRANGE WAY. THAT IS NOT HIS FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT NO WAY IT IS HE HAS TO BE LYING. GRIZZLYPLAYS WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS. I DONT KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT ALL I KNOW IS THAT I LISTENED TO GILLION TIDESTRIDER READ GAY EROTICA AND THE TERM DARK PUCKERED HOLE WILL UNFORTUNATELY LIVE IN MY HEAD FOREVER

and c) THAT. ASIDE. lookit the lil guy i bought yesterday :3 he is a cat…….. BUT ALSO A SHARK!!!!

i wanna name him wiwi. not rly for william related purposes he just looks like an el wiwi. fuckin itty bitty thing!!!!!

anyway i’m gonna watch ep19 today <3 i hope ur havin a lovely day i am sending u one million hugs in the mail they’ll be there in five to ten business days

AHAAAA GOD THE HEIST EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING STUPID I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THEYRE SUCH IDIOTS. CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GOT OUT OF THERE IN ONE PIECE. anyway . hi! u just met david how do you feel about david!!!!!! stupid idiot fell for businessman vyncent.

AHA I FORGOT THAT WAS THE ONE WITH THE DP INTRO. u know whats really funny. the first post in my pd tag is a clip of that intro. i saw that when i was about halfway through riptide and my immediate reaction to it was "oh god i can never watch prime defenders now. ill be too insufferable about it if they lean into the dp angle for the ghost boy" and. well. look at me now. funny enough i think the second post in my pd tag is a piece of mark winters fanart where i was like "man idk this guy yet but he looks cool" LITTLE DID I FUCKING KNOW. points at past me. his ass is clueless!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD. FUCK. YOU DONT EVENFUCKING KNOW. YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. THE EXTENT. AT WHICH GRIZZLY WROTE OLD MAN SMUT. THE FUCKING VISCERAL REACTION THAT CLIP HAD ON ME. I HAD TO TAKE OFF MY HEADPHONES A FEW TIMES. I WAS ON CALL WITH JONESY AND THEY WERE LIKE. no. no. coward. put your headphones back on and listen to dark puckered hole like a man. i hate it here. and the fact that it was gillion who read it OUT LOUD who is the like. EXPLICITLY ASEXUAL CHARACTER. extremely funny to me. peepaw getting down. god i love riptide it sucks so much this podcast is so unserious. theres no way this is grizzlys first time writing fanfiction WHY IS IT SO WELL WRITTEN. fuck!!!!!!!! fuck you for making me think about dark puckered hole. this is not a single occurrence btw there are MULTIPLE readings of this book. jay cannot leave gillion and chip alone for five minutes or gill will start reading the smut book out loud again.

I LOVE WIWI THE CAT ALSO.................... OH MAN..... LITTLE SHARK KITTY........ he looks squishable. activating my cuteness aggression i think i need to bite him.

[maelathemenace-old]

Y’all I’m leaking smth about SWLYWDT

I’m leakin me n Clouds chat board on the fic

Here it is:

The chatboard:

Yippeeeeeee

Yippeeeeereeeee :D

May or may not have added a bit to the prologue. Oopsies. Also I’m starting chapter 1 early (Cloud was still writing the prologue)

Nvmd I gotta go to bed

Sure, hope you can rest

Gn my good dude

Gn

Does Danny swear if so please put the correct word below* bc it's too late for me to be making that much noise

I think he swears? Idk we’ll figure it out lol

Cannot sleep. Too many thimks. Write.

Writing emotion really makes me realize that I cannot write emotion

Happens, I only sleept like, 6 hours and thats stretching it. And don't worry I think I know how to write emotion, we can complement the others writing :D also I changed some things in riggys thought

Thanks dude

Np

Should I let them hug or have Danno wallow in sadness alone for a while?

Let him wallow alone, I think bc of the shock he wouldn't let riggy comfort him?

Alr

Little does he know, Danno is so self conscious that he’d feel like a nuisance for asking for Riggy to comfort him after so blatantly refusing his offer the first time!

The short about lying is getting ignored, Danno is stuck in a depression nest that I second chapter

Riggy would list Danno as Bitchboy in his contacts (I think a ghost wrote “he would” here because it wasn’t there in the chatboard but it appeared here lol)

…. Man I can't ducking focus my cousin is watching a movie help

Oof

Is that enough for a first chapter?

Idk, let me see if I can add something

Man no better thing than listening to alien blues while writing self esteem issues

Idk man I like Cosmo Sheldrake his songs are bops

Here I will give you my Favorite (note, the word Favorite was a link to a song. It was Wriggle by Cosmo Sheldrake btw)

It has such a cool vibe to it

Hbdehusfbuhdbfuhxdbfb this is so long hsujssjjndndnfnhfhhvhfhfeujwjwjs (I was transcribing Confrontation.mp4)

Letting my friend read this, they are Dashie the Pigeon Bitch (@dashiecat21xp this is you)

(I am purple and Cloud is default)

[creepy--claws]

[● It's time to hurt your feelings because this movie hurt mine with one scene let's go

Spoilers ahead btw you are legally not allowed to look at this post if you haven't seen Hot Fuzz (2007) go watch the movie first and then come back to this because you need to experience this spoiler free to actually feel the impact of this. Don't ruin the magic for yourself, experience it properly. I'm saying this because my partner has not watched it yet and I don't want them to get spoiled. Idc if you don't mind spoilers, you have to experience this in it's fullest.

So do you guys think Danny still thinks about that time he fucking stabbed Angel

Do you think it sometimes keeps him up at night in pure sadness and regret

Angel isn't all too phased by it at all even if it did fucking hurt but hey it wasn't the first time, but Danny is lying awake at night thinking "I really did that. He told me that being stabbed was the single most painful experience in his entire life and then I stabbed him. What is wrong with me."

To unhurt your feelings with a hc to follow this up: Angel doesn't care less about Danny because of it at all and always tells Danny that whenever it gets to be too much for him. Yes it hurt like a bitch but it's okay he forgave Danny a long time ago, don't worry about it

That scene still haunts me even though not much happened after it. The timing of it was fantastical, I lived without seeing how the story ended for days and it drove me mad because I wanted to know what happened after so badly but was stuck on a cliffhanger for a few days until I got home. That trip is kind of painful to remember actually now but it doesn't matter because I am here now and physically cannot go back to that place even if I wanted to. So yeah, thoughts that came to me because I want to be able to sleep tonight, see y'all on the flipside]

[1whimsicalgal]

Shooting Daniel Pearl’s Infamous Dolly Shot (From Pam’s POV) Or How I Got Lucky In Spite Of Myself.

When I came on the set that morning in Quick Hill, Texas, our make-up artist Dottie was repairing my make-up. I looked out of the corner of my left eye, over at the swing where I knew I was supposed to sit for our next scene of Pam approaching the house. Perplexed, I noticed Daniel Pearl, our cinematographer, lying down on his stomach, hunched over his camera, UNDER the swing, and exactly where I was soon to park my posterior. I noticed Danny wasn’t moving. He was settled in. I asked Dottie as she was powdering my face, “Hey, Dottie, what’s Daniel doing under the swing?” She mumbled something similar to “Idunno…”, and quickly walked away.

They told me they were ready and where I was to sit. Huh?? No way. Yes, the stories are true. I freaked out, 😱 Pam and Tobe began to argue, me refusing to do the shot. Meanwhile, and totally Unbeknownst to me, this was immediately following a giant argument he’d just had with the money dudes, the investors, who didn’t want him to do this new shot that Daniel had come up with the night before, at all. They were ranting at him, telling him that they HAD to stick to the storyboard. .. or else (btw, dpearldp tells that delicious story on his IG - link below). Well, I had No Clue what it was either. I was protecting my cheeks… if you read me. Chewing on his cigar stub, and none too happy with his troublesome actress playing ‘Pam’, Tobe had had enough and said, “Aw, goddamnit, Teri, we’re gonna shoot all around it!!!” Hmmmm, I’m thinkin’, ‘shoot-all-around-it’? Just what the hell does that mean? Anyway, I shut up and sat down, however, remaining highly, highly suspicious. I later learned that everyone, except me, was in on the tracking shot.

All I could think of was my mother 😲 O.M.G. (who was unsupportive at best of my chosen career) and my Aunt Gerry, who were both super-duper religious. I could literally picture them coming unglued when they saw it. Before it was released a year later, I dreaded watching myself on screen and THAT scene, having never seen dailies, I was haunted by the thought of watching it.

When it was released in October ’74, I was living in Dallas and drove with a friend to see it at a Saturday matinee in Tomball, TX, along with 300 screaming kids. When the scene started, my eyes were covered 🫣 I watched through my fingers, scared to death, and NOT of Leatherface. There, up on the screen, in CinemaScope and vivid Technicolor, were my cheeks in those red shorts… O.M.G. 🥶🥵

They certainly did "shoot all around it"!!! The irony of all my worry, neither one of them ever saw it. 😂

That scene has been taught in directing classes across the world for decades, and the 1974 film is held in the film archives of MoMA, The Smithsonian, and The Academy /Oscars.org.

MoMA recently announced a weeklong celebration the 50th anniversary of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre August 8-14, when members of the film’s creative team will join to discuss The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’s production and legacy.

How fortunate we are.

As many of you know, I didn’t come out of anonymity as 'Pam for ’35 years, till March 2008, when, Bill ‘Kirk’ Vail and I both first appeared at a humongous Cherryhill, NJ, Monster-Mania Convention.

Cut to 2008 when my sweet Aunt Gerry was in her 90's, I went to visit her in Arkansas at her apartment in Peachtree Village for a few days, and I told her, "Aunt Gerry, did you know I'm famous?" She said, "You are??" I said, "I certainly am." 😎 I got out my Mac, opened it to FB and showed her the shot above. She giggled and smiled. She loved it! We enjoyed a really good laugh together.💞😂

Tobe and Kim had apparently seen my picture in the Austin American Statesman for a play I was doing with Frank Sutton (Gomer Pyle's Sargent) at @Mary Moody Northern Theater. Somehow for many years, I always remembered my eyes were closed in the Statesman picture. When I recently looked at the picture, my eyes were open and it was Frank Sutton's and the corpse of the dead priest that were closed. 😂 Kim Henkel had called the theater and our director, Ed Mangum, gave me the message when I came in for rehearsals that afternoon. I was to return their call.

WHO KNEW??? Certainly, none of us!

🎥 Follow our amazing cinematographer, Daniel Pearl's 50-year career in his posts and stories and get his POV on filming TCSM '74 scenes

Instagram: @dpearldp https://www.instagram.com/p/CvtejukgJIP/ DP's website: danielpearldp.com/

[camels-pen]

this one's on you

Summary:

“Nasty Burger takeout?” Sam asked, glancing up from her phone. Danny hummed in agreement. “Sure, but try not to spill sauce on your button up. Again.”

Danny waved a hand. “I won’t. The power of love will keep me stain-free.” He was lying, but if he failed, he had an identical shirt stashed in the bathroom just in case to avoid any I-told-you-so’s. He had everything prepared and ready well in advance for today.

Danny grinned, his hands on his hips. “There is absolutely nothing that could go wrong.”

“YOU UNFAITHFUL BASTARD, GET BACK HERE!”

Or

Danny tries—and fails—to set up a date on Valentine's. Wes appreciates the attempt.

Ao3 Link

(btw happy valentine's day!)

“Wes, Wes, Wes,” Danny murmured between the kisses he peppered on Wes’ face. One hand cupped Wes’ cheek while the other began to slide under his shirt.

A freckled hand caught his own. “Wait.”

Danny froze. Darn it, he was going too fast. It had taken a long time for Wes to get comfortable with intimate touch and he’d messed it all up in one instant. He started to pull back, but the hand tightened its hold.

“I said wait, not pull away. Just…”—he shifted his hand, interlocking their fingers—“let me get used to kissing first.” Wes leaned up to peck him on the lips. Danny relaxed and kissed back, pressing him down into the mattress and keeping his free hand away from Wes’ hoodie. 

Well, Danny’s hoodie that Wes stole, but Danny didn’t have it in him to be mad. Wes looked good wearing his clothes and it settled something in him, seeing his boyfriend wearing something that showed off to whom he belonged. Especially after the day they’ve had.

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“Truce?” 

“Check.”

“Reservation?”

“Check.”

“Blazer?”

“Check—wait, blazer?” Danny froze. “Was I supposed to wear a blazer?”

“Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Tucker said from his spot next to Sam on the couch. Danny breathed a sigh of relief. “I still think it’s weird to wanna get ready so early though. We haven’t even had lunch yet dude.”

“I’m not making the same mistake as last year.” Danny smirked. “I’m not gonna do anything except get ready for this date. We’ll eat lunch here—”

“Nasty Burger takeout?” Sam asked, glancing up from her phone. Danny hummed in agreement. “Sure, but try not to spill sauce on your button up. Again.”

Danny waved a hand. “I won’t. The power of love will keep me stain-free.” He was lying, but if he failed, he had an identical shirt stashed in the bathroom just in case to avoid any I-told-you-so’s. He had everything prepared and ready well in advance for today.

Danny grinned, his hands on his hips. “There is absolutely nothing that could go wrong.”

“YOU UNFAITHFUL BASTARD, GET BACK HERE!”

Danny’s ghost sense went off and he heard the sound of a motorcycle fly past him, up through the ceiling.

His shoulders slumped. “Of course.”

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It took. Four. hours. To catch Kitty and Shadow—who, for once, chose to side with her over Johnny and was off causing their own brand of destruction—and then an additional two hours catching Johnny and setting up an impromptu date night for the three of them at a fancy restaurant. 

The fancy restaurant. The one with the tiny burgers. The one he was supposed to meet Wes at for dinner.

And, of course, just as Danny thought everything was winding down and he thought Johnny, Kitty, and Shadow were just about ready to head back. When he thought, maybe he could make it to the reservation on time, Johnny decided that tonight—after nearly being vaporized more than once—was the night to get his flirt on.

And, of course, it couldn’t have just been with any random person either.

Of course.

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“Be out in a minute, babes, just wanna talk to Phantom for a bit.” Danny raised his eyebrow, but obligingly didn’t move.

“Make it quick,” he said, tapping his foot and keeping an eye on the front doors. When Johnny didn’t answer, he turned to find him flirting with some guy in a nearby booth. 

“Hey there gorgeous,” Johnny said, slipping an arm around the guy’s shoulders. “Got stood up, huh? Can’t imagine why anyone would do that to someone as handsome as you.”

“Fuck off, Johnny.” By the time his conscious brain had registered Wes’ voice, Johnny had already been blasted through the nearest window and a thin sheet of ice covered everything.

---

The restaurant closed early and wouldn’t be back up and running for another couple days at least. Danny’s reservation was refunded. Wes was shivering as Danny apologized profusely and offered to make it up to him with dinner at his house. 

Danny gave up his favourite NASA hoodie and bought Nasty Burger takeout again. 

Now they were laying down on Danny’s bed, door closed, parents safely working in the sound-proofed lab, and… he drooped, repeating last year’s attempt at apologizing via cuddles and kisses.

Danny sighed, leaning back to sit on his knees. “I really suck at this.”

“Danny—”

“I tried to make everything go right this time, seriously.” He’d run through his game plan with Sam and Tucker dozens of times and honestly thought being too excited to sleep the night before would be the worst of his luck. He should’ve known better.

Though, he thought with a wince, it wasn’t just his luck that ruined their date. “I’m really sorry, Wes,” he said quietly, looking down at his lap.

“Hey hey,”—Wes nudged Danny’s chin up—“it happens. It’s the thought that counts, and we’ll have plenty of other dates. Plus, you can always try again next year. Third time’s the charm, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” 

“You don’t believe me, but that’s fine. I’ve got time to wear you down.” Wes tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Now get back to kissing.”

Danny smirked. “Bossy.”

Wes mirrored him, wiggling his eyebrows. “You like it that way.”

Danny abruptly felt a rush of pleasant warmth seep outwards from his chest, making every part of him buzz with love. He leaned down and nuzzled his face into Wes’ neck. “I do. I really really do.”

Wes clammed up after that and when Danny pulled back, he giggled at the bright red blush on the other boy’s face. “Fuck, you’re not supposed to agree with me,” he said, averting his eyes.

Danny grinned and dived back into kissing his face all over, interspersed with little I-love-yous and dumb pet names and a few Wes-Wes-Wes’ after each one.

The day may not have gone as planned, but at least he can spend the rest of it showing his affection for his favourite person.

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End Notes:

Wes does get gifts for Danny on Valentine’s; it’s mostly an assortment of Danny’s favourite brands of chips because he hates chocolates and hates going to the grocery store just to buy himself snacks. 

no I am not projecting

[aisy15-chan]

Hey! I saw your alive human! Danny au and your design of that Danny and it's so cool!! I love the vibes. What are his relationship with Vlad in the future? What happened after he survived the creation of Dan? Did he run away? Stay? Was he injured? How did it affect him (oooh trauma)? Does he work with Future Valerie? Sorry if you don't want to answer

Aww thank you very much (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)— I will be happy to answer your questions :]

Relationship with Vlad in the future?

A tumultuous/bad dad-son relationship— Vlad was no match for Danny who was in a bad mental state, Vlad used that state of affairs to manipulative Danny and made him give up his ghostly side and set up experiments… and well Dan showed up, So Danny kinda hated him but felt sorry for him destroying Vlad's life all at once…

What happened after he survived the creation of Dan?

I've explained it here but I'll explain the mentality here

Danny's mental state after the explosion tragedy was very bad in that he was passive aggressive, closed himself off, blamed himself & he also injured himself several times and tried to commit suicide but always failed people (especially being held by Valerie)… After almost being killed by Dan & leaving Vlad, Danny is getting stronger he starts to slowly become calmer and similar to old himself but still passive aggressive & blamed him self about anything, he finds mental calm by using his family's relics. And now he is obsessed with destroying Dan… He wants to separate his ghost side from Vlad Ghost because just talking? Idk but he can kill him if he want

His theme song is just show his mental state btw: Nothing's Working Out / Reckless Battery Burns → In The Backroom → REVIVED

Does he work with Future Valerie?

The answer is yes. they work together and briefly their relationship is like: C!TNTduo *cough*

In the beginning after the explosion tragedy, Valerie was very kind and sorry for Danny… She always made Danny respect himself and stopped Danny's suicide attempts but Danny always felt he didn't deserve to be loved… Then he moved to life with Vlad.

After the incident where Dan was defeated by past Danny, Danny returns to Amity Park to confirm the news about Dan's sudden disappearance also selling and giving away his anti-ghost items and they meet again… Valerie feels Danny looks familiar… But Danny dismisses that he is 'Danny' (Danny covered up his real identity for his own safety) and Valerie knows he is lying… Then They have a psycho competitive rivalry (to lover) ahaha!

Danny: Val let me in and join :'(( Valerie: no. I don't want to blow anything up again.

[gnougnouss]

Sorry for everyone who is NOT a misandrist in DW fandom but like , idc what rose did to Mickey whatever he was a prick anyway and she had her reasons. and Amy trying to fuck the doctor on the eve of her marriage? Understandable. Sorry none of you can handle women. Btw.

Clara emotionally cheating and lying to Danny etc was ALSO based while we are at it.

Mickey wanting to go see the match at the pub when rose was upset in episode one made him infinitely less likable than litteraly anything a female companion ever did on that show

[skylathescholarly]

list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you!

(loved your newest chapter btw!)

Awww thank you!!!

Chipped black nail polish

Rain

Lavender honey ice cream (it WILL change your life)

Musicals

Listen I wanna say writing but that would be lying because while it does make me happy it also puts me in agony so I’m gonna say binging cartoons while sewing (watching Gravity Falls and Danny Phantom rn!)

[kitkatwinchester]

Oh boy.

So first of all, before I get into anything...

Danny plays an instrument?? Okay now I really love him.

What instrument? Or does he sing? Singing would also be cool.

Anyways we love Danny.

Now, to the big stuff.

First of all, this is rule number one of why you never hunt alone.

Why was Tara on her own?? Where was her back-up?? WHY would you answer a 911 call to a more-or-less empty school late at night BY YOURSELF.

Whatever happened to having partners?? Huh? WHERE WAS YOUR PARTNER TARA?!

Ahhhhh. We barely knew her, but she didn't deserve that.

Okay, theories.

This is two episodes now where we've actually kind of sort of gotten to see the Darach. This time, we saw them even more clearly than we did in 3x6. That makes me think that its identity is gonna be revealed reaaaal soon, and I'm honestly lost as to who it could be?

Like, my only theories are Jennifer Blake or Marin Morrell, but I don't feel like either of those make sense. First of all, we haven't really seen Jennifer all that much, and my theory about her being the Darach was a joke at best, given that I really like her with Derek, and every time I ship a good guy with a new character, that character winds up being evil (Supernatural anyone? WEDNESDAY anyone? That one in particular broke me, but anyways...), but that's all I really have to go off of. I mean, she seems to really like Derek, and she hasn't really done anything else overly suspicious.

Ms. Morrell is more suspicious just by sheer fact that she's a Druid and clearly has fewer ethics/morals given that she's the Alpha pack's emissary. But I also really don't think she would kidnap her own brother (it's not Deaton, by the way. I'm certain of it.), and I really don't think she's lying about not being involved.

So, like, ahhhhh...I really don't know.

All of THAT said, the theory that I'm now scared of is the fact that that victim was a cop (a cop that Stiles apparently knew very well, btw, and now my poor baby has lost two people that he has decently close connections with to this Darach and that makes me wanna jump into the TV and kill this thing myself), and GUESS WHO ELSE IS A COP!

THE SHERIFF!

Oh, ya know, Stiles' dad, that he's always so worried about, when he's already lost two people he cares about, which would make his dad THREE, and these things happen in THREES, and if you think I'm just gonna ignore that potential use of the ritual, WELL I'M NOT!

So yeah I'm a little bit terrified, and they better figure this thing out so that nothing happens to Noah Stilinski before we even get to tell him what's going on or I will be throwing hands.

Anyways...

Here's an adorable gif of my poor baby who doesn't deserve any of this.

(Oh and by the way, Stiles, honey...your dad already saw you. Holding your backpack behind your head as you walk away will do nothing and you know it. XD)

Update: Chris is actually a really good dad and really cares about Allison and now I feel kinda bad that she's going behind his back so much because he just wants her to be safe.