#Prompt: Poisoning

[serickswrites]

Cookies for Santa

Warnings: poisoning, unconsciousness, cardiac arrest, respiratory arrest, cpr, unclear character status

Team Leader walked into the kitchen of Base, surprised to see Smallest Teammate still up. "I thought everyone was asleep," Team Leader said as they stopped at the table where Smallest Teammate was heaping food from a take out box onto their plate.

"They are, but I'm starving." Smallest Teammate grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag on the table and began to eat.

"Didn't you all eat dinner?" Team Leader asked as they sat down. They had been gone most of the evening dealing with Organization's leadership and the repercussions of Whumper's escape from prison. While they were hungry, they were too exhausted and anxious to eat. But they knew they had to eat something or they would be useless for the rest of the team.

"Yeah, but, I'm still hungry. So I ordered some more food. Do you want some?"

Team Leader nodded and sniffed the box. "What did you order?"

"Noodles, tofu, and green beans. My usual." Smallest Teammate began to stuff food into their mouth with gusto. They made happy, little sounds as they chewed. "It's so good," they said with a mouthful of food, "try some."

Team Leader took a few green beans and took a bite. "Eugh, that's pretty bitter, Smallest Teammate. Is it usually that bitter?"

Smallest Teammate shrugged. "My mouth went numb a lot faster than normal. Maybe there's extra peppercorns in there."

Team Leader nodded and decided that perhaps a piece of dry toast was better. They didn't like the bitterness of the pepper corns, nor the numbness and tingling that came with them. "I'm making some tea, do you want any?"

Smallest Teammate shook their head and continued to eat. "Why were you gone so long?"

Team Leader sighed. "It was a long meeting. There was a lot to discuss. I don't know if we will have a good plan in the next few days or not. But we need to. Whumper can't be left to their own devices for long or we will be in deep trouble."

Team Leader's phone pinged from the other room. "I'll be right back," Team Leader said as they hurried out of the kitchen. It could be news on the plan to stop Whumper. Team Leader quickly read through all the notifications on their phone. None of them were important, but they needed to be sure.

"False alarm," they said softly as they walked back to the kitchen. "Anyway, we're still trying to figure out what to do. What do you think, Smallest Teammate?"

Smallest Teammate didn't respond. Thinking Smallest Teammate didn't hear them over the sounds of eating, Team Leader called out a little louder, "Smallest Teammate?"

But still Smallest Teammate didn't respond. Team Leader's mouth went dry as they crossed the threshold to the kitchen and could see Smallest Teammate on the floor, gasping for air.

"No!" Team Leader shouted as they hurried forward. Smallest Teammate had to be choking on something. Team Leader tried to pull Smallest Teammate to standing so they could do the heimlich, but Smallest Teammate was completely limp in their arms. "Hold on, I've got you. I've got you."

Smallest Teammate's head lolled on their neck as Team Leader quickly began the maneuver. But no matter how hard Team Leader pressed, Smallest Teammate's breathing didn't become easier. If anything it became more labored. "NNNNNNNNotttttttt ch-ch-ch-cho'nggggggg," Smallest Teammate gasped.

"What do you mean you're not choking?" Team Leader turned Smallest Teammate in their arms.

Smallest Teammate gasped for air, their mouth opening wide. Team Leader could see nothing obstructed their airway, or at least from what they could see. "F-F-F-Fooooood," Smallest Teammate managed to gasp out. "PPPPPPPPo--"

Smallest Teammate's words cut off as they struggled to breath. Poison. Poison had been the word they were trying to say, Team Leader was sure of it. "HELP!" Team Leader roared. They needed the rest of the team. "HELP!" They screeched as Smallest Teammate's eyes rolled into the back of their head.

Team Leader gently laid Smallest Teammate on their side and in the recovery position, hoping it would ease their breathing. "TEAMMATE ONE!" Team Leader shouted to the squad's medic. "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE PRONTO!

"Hold on, Smallest Teammate. Help is on the way," Team Leader murmured softly. "Smallest Teammate?" Smallest Teammate's loud gasps for air had stopped, their body completely still and the room suddenly silent.

"Smallest Teammate?" Team Leader said as they heard the sounds of the team hurrying towards them. Team Leader pressed their fingers to the pulse in Smallest Teammate's neck. "NO!" They shouted as they rolled Smallest Teammate on their back and began compressions. "You can't die, Smallest Teammate. You can't. Hold on!"

"What happened?" Teammate One said as they stopped in the doorway.

"Poison. I don't know what kind. But they've been poisoned. Hurry. They're not breathing, they're pulseless, and I don't know what to do other than CPR. Come on, Smallest Teammate, come on."

Team Leader never stopped their compressions as Teammate One began to order the rest of the team around. "Just keep doing that Team Leader, I'm figuring it out!"

Team Leader nodded. "Please, Smallest Teammate, just hold on. Hold on. Don't leave us yet. Come on, come on."

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[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[sakuravalenp]

That’s not your medicine? - DC X DP prompt

Another idea I can't work on because time isn't on my favor, so I'm just begging someone else to write it TwT.

Slightly inspired by this post.

Years have passed by, and the ecto-acts were never repelled. Time has gone by, and Danny’s Jason's husband. Jason, friends and the family have noticed that Danny isn’t human but don’t bring it up because Danny seems terrified every time the subject seems to be about to be brought up (Yes, even Bruce wasn't able to question Danny. How would he? He tried to bring it up once and he was sure Danny was going to faint right then and there). 

Danny has some health issues. Fatigueness, muscle pain, random dizziness, fevers that seem to come out of nowhere. Apparently it is a chronic issue, since Jason caught Danny taking some red pills early in their marriage. Jason didn’t recognize the medicine's name, something Blossom, so he imagined it was something specific to his species. 

The married couple had been living happily for years and the family adores Danny.

One day a ghost faces into his house asking Danny for help, and of course Danny basically has a full on panic attack at being outed. Jason holds him close, grounds him and lets him calm down.

The ghost tells Danny that they need to do some errands in the human world, but the GIW has become way more active around the area he needs to visit, and needs to know how Danny has managed to hide so far. The conversation goes somewhat like this:

“I’m sorry, I don’t think you would want to do what I do. Even if you do, I’m not sure you can.”

“Please just tell me, I’ll decide if I want it by myself.”

Danny sights. He disappears for a moment in their bedroom and comes back with his medicine. He opens the bottle and inclines it to let the ghost see.

“I take this.”

The ghost looks into the bottle and is absolutely horrorized.

“Danny, you- you’re poisoning your core!”

“I know…”

“What do you mean poison?” Jason asks, alarmed “Isn’t this your medicine?”

Danny won’t meet his face. 

“How can you be consuming this!? How long-”

“I don’t have any other options, okay!? I can’t run into the infinite realms and hide like the rest of you! I have to reside on this side of the veil!” Danny snaps at the ghost.

“But this… you must be in excruciating pain.”

[queeniewithabeanie]

Yes I Have Parents, No My Mom Isn't Poison Ivy

Dpxdc Prompt #15

Fact: Danny Fenton has dark hair, blue eyes, an insatiable need to protect others, and (as of recently) lives in Gotham.

This fact makes him prime "adoption bait" for The Batman.

Fact: Danny Fenton is not an orphan.

This fact is.. a bit of a hurdle, but didn't stop B with some of his other kids.

Fact: Danny Fenton's mother has auburn hair, green-tinged skin, a PHD, and has a tendency to make things a little more animated than they should be.

This fact leads the Bats to make the perfectly logical conclusion that Danny Fenton's mother is none other than their very own Pamela Isley.

Fact: Danny Fenton's mother's name is Maddie Fenton.

This fact is the only one on this list that the Bats aren't privy to.

Dick: Black hair, blue eyes, honestly Danny you look like prime adoption bait for my dad. Danny: Huh really? Well my sister and mom have red hair and neither of them have blue eyes. Dick:...hmm

Tim, noticing that Danny's skin is actually a pale green: Hey uh did you know that your skin is green? Danny: Oh yeah, my parents work with so many chemicals it practically runs in the family at this point. Tim:...hmm

Jason: going on a rant about literary themes Danny: Listen man, while my parents have PHDs I'm a highschool dropout. I'm from a science-y family, we didn't really do language arts at my house. Jason, pausing for a second:...hmm

Damian: Now Fenton, do you know how to care for living creatures or do I have to postpone you meeting Titus to be certain you won't immediately do something disgraceful. Danny: Oh yeah I totally know how to care for animals. Well not animals exactly, but my mom and pops are real big into reanimation. Damian:...hmm

Tim, staring at the file for Danny who for all intents and purposes just appeared one day in Gotham with no history: He's totally Ivy's son isn't he? Damian: I do believe that is a probable assumption. Jason: Oh yeah, 100%. Dick: For sure, doesn't mean we can't get B to adopt him though!

[ryoalouette]

DP x DC

Of which Poison Ivy is the first one out of the Gotham Rogues who met the Fenton family and promptly adopts them all.

What? They might be human...ish mad inventors and whatnot, but they use those trash electronics that other people have thrown away illegally that's lying around the area. They actually recycle and their inventions are wonderful to her plants!

And if anything happens to these humans, she'll kill every human but herself! Or whatever the saying goes.

This goes double to her fellow Rogues.

Squint eyes.

You're not going to abduct Danny aren't you, Scarecrow? Bane, no kidnapping my new brother Jack. Harley, you can borrow Jazz but no adopting her. She's mine. Yes Selina, we can have girl's night out with Maddie-

Bats??? Hissssssss. No, go away. Danny might be a Wayne-classic-lookalike but no kidnapping him for Brucie. Shoo.

[welcometosasakiworld]

DPXDC prompt #61

"Er... Ivy?"

"Hm... yes Harls?"

"Who they're?"

"My distant cousins, the Fentons."

"And the fae one?"

"Their son, Danny."

"...why are they here???"

"Yearly Family Reunion, and i'm playing host this year."

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Jazz takes care of a de-aged Danny, and they lay low in Gotham. But just because Danny’s body is younger doesn’t mean his powers have lessened. In fact, they’ve only grown harder to control. Having the energy of a child makes containing his powers harder (just like when he first got them) until they realize that Danny’s powers are much easier to control when he can get rid of some of his excess energy. Jazz hears about a free gym open to all that is also meta-proof (more durable) from a wonderful woman at the library. (Lookin at you Babs)

The gym has a gigantic kids play area, along with classes for all ages and a training area complete with an American Gladiator style obstacle course for adults. Jazz will use the obstacle course sometimes when her boss has fully ticked her off. Stephanie and Cass volunteer there whenever they can. Jason always sends the alley kids there too because it’s close by and a safe place. Dick leads a class there whenever he can.

Dick actually holds the record for the obstacle course. Until Jazz gives it a go after a particularly trying day. She doesn’t realize there’s a record. She never would have used the course if she’d known. Training with Pandora and Fright Knight gave her plenty of advantages with how she can use her liminality and she definitely doesn’t need to stand out.

But again, she doesn’t know there’s a record. Or that someone saw her going repeatedly through the course (Stephanie) and decided to time her on her next go. (She doesn’t film without permission because she’s respectful of boundaries like that) She does post Jazz’s time in the Batfam group chat to take Dick down a couple notches though.

Or someone else (not Batfam, just a random citizen) takes a video of her doing the course and posts it on the internet and now they (Jazz and Danny) have to stay one step ahead of Vlad, the Batfam, their parents, and avoid the GIW. How hard can it be?

[nightblackowlbat]

Ghostwriter and Mansons play matchmaker

Sam’s parents want her to find a nice young man of high standing and thus drag her to a bunch of Wayne galas. But their little Sammykins is so stubborn! Doesn’t she know they just want what’s best for her? So this time they enlist the help of Ghostwriter. How? Idk. But he’s happy to play around with romance tropes and the Mansons get to watch their little princess play the part of female lead with all the Wayne boys (and girls?) as love interests.

The Bats are freaking out, some weird storybook magic shit is going on and affecting everyone at the Gala. Sam is furious, and stuck in a reverse harem situation. Then a rogue crashes the party because let’s be real, one always does at these things. And now the rogue is caught up in the story too.

Sam decides fuck it, her parents want her to find a romantic partner? She’s gonna pick the rogue.

[florisa6s]

A idea- Tim

I feel like whenever Tim gets banned from coffee he goes to very heavy lengths to get some more to going to black Market deals to getting bribed by the villains.

----

*at a blackmarket deal*

Tim: so these are it?

random: yeah man now wheres my information

Tim: heres the data from Lex Luther's labort-

*Tim gets tossed over Redhoods shoulder*

Jason: Yeah B i found him exactly where you said he'd be, trying to sell info for coffee

Tim: let me go!

Jason: nope come on Alfred made sleepy time tea and i know how much you love them.

Tim:noooo!

------

*after school*

Tim: Do you got them?

random: yeah man i got them 5 pounds of coffee beans, why do you want them anyways?

Tim: that doesn't matter- Ah!

Dick: nope Timmy we talked about this no coffee after three days of no sleep

Tim: Help! Help stranger danger!!!

Dick: wha-

random adult: Hey you leave that little boy alone you creep!

Dick: wait no I'm not a creep! Shit- we gotta get outta here Tim!

Tim: Help! he's trying to kill me!

Dick: Damnit shut up Tim!

----

Riddler: two cups of coffee if you give up right now!

Tim:hmmm

Bruce: Red Robin. Don't.

Tim: what?! It's a tempting offer!

Bruce: the last time you accepted this offered you drank coffee watching ivy burn down a factory

Tim:....it was good coffee and they were illegally pumping toxins.

[jaybirbie]

As much as I love Danny and the BatFam,

I need more Posion Ivy, and Harley Quinn accidentally became moms too this werid maybe-human?Kid,that they found rummaging in their bins one night or sm.

(Writing that last part put the image of Harley taking the trash out one night and Danny's just perched on the dumpster, his eyes glowing, looking like a startled opossum,he lightly hisses, grabs his half eaten grill cheese and disappears into the shadows)

Obviously, after that, Harley tries to lure him in like he's some street cat.

[serickswrites]

What's the Bad News?

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, rescue, poisoning, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, unclear character status

"I have good news and I have bad news," the medic said to Caretaker as Caretaker came up to Whumpee's bedside. The room was darkened, and Whumpee lay still beneath a blanket. Caretaker could hear the slow, irregular beat of Whumpee's heart on the monitor. Caretaker watched as the IV bag dripped something into the tube that ran to Whumpee's arm.

The days of torture at the hands of Whumper had ravaged Whumpee. Their face was bruised and swollen, their hair matted and filthy. The skin of their wrists were raw and red from the tight cuffs that Caretaker had pried off only hours ago.

Whumpee had been barely conscious when Caretaker rescued them. Had been almost incoherent as Caretaker called for a medic to come. Had begun to convulse violently as a team of medics ran over.

Caretaker had watched in horror as Whumpee was whisked away to the medical tent just outside Whumper's compound. They were helpless and could only stand and watch as Whumpee was carried out.

"Good news first. I need good news." They sat beside Whumpee and took Whumpee's surprisingly warm hand in theirs.

The medic nodded. "I know what's wrong with Whumpee."

"What is it?" Caretaker tried not to sound excited. This was good news. If they knew what was wrong they could do something about it.

The medic frowned. "Well, that's....that's the bad news."

Caretaker looked up at the medic. Really looked. Their face was pale and drawn tight with worry. "What is it?"

"They've been poisoned." The medic wrung their hands and crossed their arms.

"What kind of poison?" Caretaker couldn't help but begin to panic. Whumpee was fading away just as they arrived to save Whumpee. Whumpee had to hold on a bit longer.

"Strychnine. I've done everything we can to keep them comfortable. I've got them on something that will stop the convulsions. But....that's all I can do. If they make it twenty-four hours, they'll be ok."

"And if they don't? You have to do something!" Caretaker stood up, their chair falling away.

The medic put up their hands. "I've done everything I can. We will know in just a few hours if what I've done has worked, if Whumpee is strong enough to survive. And if they make it to twenty-four hours, they'll be ok. I am sorry, Caretaker."

Caretaker sat back down, tears filling their eyes. "Are they in any pain?"

"I've given them something to keep them comfortable."

"Will they be in any pain?" Caretaker took Whumpee's hand once more. They rubbed small circles on the back of Whumpee's hand.

"I'm going to do everything I can to keep them comfortable, Caretaker. But the rest is now up to Whumpee. I've done everything I can."

As Caretaker sat, stroking Whumpee's hand and watching their every breath, Caretaker made a silent promise. No matter what happened to Whumpee, no matter if they lived or died, they would find Whumper. They would find and catch Whumper. And death would not be enough for Whumper. Death would be far too kind. Caretaker made a vow as they watched Whumpee's O2 stats begin to drop that Whumper would suffer every bit and more than Whumpee did. No matter what happened.

[whumporama]

Whumper used to poison Whumpee's food to punish them, to teach them to not eat without permission. Even then, they'd sometimes poison it anyway, just to mess with Whumpee.

After their rescue/escape, eating has been difficult. Whumpee needed to eat and recover, but every meal was a battle. Memories of punishment and the pain after eating made it difficult to even swallow.

But they got better. With Caretaker's gentle help and comfort, things got easier every day.

Until one day, where Whumpee gets food poisoning. And just like that, their mind is back in captivity, being punished for eating without permission. They spiral, begging for mercy and apologizing, all while Caretaker is trying to take care of them and explain they've done nothing wrong.

[puppetmaster13u]

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[dclovesdanny]

Version two

Jazz Smith has made Lex Luther cry on three separate occasions, though she will remain adamant that the first and third time weren’t her fault. The first time, he cried because she thought he was an old man who was lost and he had to explain in detail who he was. The third time was firmly on Bruce Wayne’s shoulders. He was the one who had bumped into him, spilling his drink on his suit. Jazz was just trying to clean up the mess. How was she supposed to react when she saw the bomb strapped to his chest? Panic?

No, she simply made a fuss and used her minor tech abilities to make it look like the juice had turned off the bomb, leading to her loudly wondering why he was stupid enough to strap a fragile bomb to his chest. She just wanted to shake him, not make him cry.

(After that day, Oliver Queen hired her to work for him. Dinah quickly adopts Jazz emotionally, with Roy acting as a big brother. Lian adores her auntie Jazz)

Samantha Drake was a problem child, according to almost everyone who met her. She was a goth child who hated acting prim and proper like their parents wanted. Tim was the only one who understood her, supporting her veganism and later helping her prank Batman. (She and Bruce were rough and angry with each other in the beginning, but they still stayed in contact. Bruce grew to admire her stubbornness and conviction, while Sam could begrudgingly admit Bruce was a good man when he wanted to be.)

(She and Bruce never spoke about the night where they sat side by side on the clock tower. It was Jason’s death date, the first one since she and Tim had debuted as Robin and Crow. They never talked about how Sam admitted she knew grief, and she let herself tell Bruce a little about Danny. Only Alfred knew that the two spent the night reminiscing, sharing stories and anecdotes, until they arrived in the cave. None of them talked about the brief hug, the first hug Bruce had ever given her. They never acknowledged that night again.)

Tucker Thomas never left the Narrows, forging a birth certificate that labeled him as 19, even though he was barely 15. Duke didn’t call him on it. He visited often though, always keeping a suspicious eye on Bruce. He didn’t trust the man.

(Damian was the only one who bluntly asked him why he glared at Bruce. Tucker couldn’t figure out how to explain it at first, so he channeled his inner Danny. “He gives off fruitloop vibes. Gotta make sure he doesn’t start going all crazy with things like cloning or becoming obsessed with green goo.” Tucker immediately noticed how much Damian stiffened at that, but he didn’t say anything.)

Dante Constantine was only a child in demon years, though he looked like he was a teenager. He was doing home schooling for the time being as John worked with the bats to get papers made. He was a social and happy kid, smiling and chaotic but nothing cruel or barbed.

(John noticed how his son stared at the stars with a longing nothing seemed to satisfy. He noticed how warily Dante stared at the toaster, and how the terrible nightmares that caused his son to sob for hours often involved names like “Jazz” “Sam” “Tucker”. Most of all, he never forgot how his ex mentioned that Dante’s soul had been older, much older than it should be. John saw it too. He was more concerned in the slowly healing cracks in his son’s soul.)

Tonight, all four of them would be attending a party thrown by an old friend of Constantine’s.

Let the fun begin….

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Deep Water Prompt #3138

“They call her sword Belladonna.”

“Is it poisonous?” I asked.

“Not in the traditional sense. Cut someone once though, and the cut will spread unstoppable. One nick is death sentence.”

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

•~{ Heyyy so not much to say but hope you enjoy }~•

•Undead Gardener•

Ivy has made a friend, now let’s go back a little.

When she was in the park late at night, she was told by some plants that some asshole buried a body here and that would be unhealthy for the plants.

She saw that someone got to the man first, he had thorn vines around his arms, legs, and neck and a flowers she hadn’t ever seen before in cuts on his body and he was most certainly dead so as Ivy was wondering if the plants themselves did this she heard some footsteps from behind her and when she turned to look she was met with a boy.

“Oh hello” the boy says clearly surprised with her being here but that’s not what caught her attention at was the same red and purple flowers from the body are on him by his neck and the same vines are around his wrist it makes it clear what this boy did to the man.

“Hello are you the one who killed this man?” Ivy asked simply to the boy “Yes I did, he buried a body in the park it would damage the the green life!” The boy says back to Ivy as he pointed at the body “I was coming back to grab the body and feed him to my blood blossoms” he says and now Ivy wants to learn more about these blood blossoms.

“I could help with the moving of the body” Ivy says to interrupt the boys rambling and uses the vines already on his body to move the body up and turns back to the boy who is now smiling and says kindly “Thank you for the help, I’m Danny and what do you want to know about my blood blossoms?”

“You’re welcome Danny now where did they come from and how did they get the name Blood blossoms?”Ivy said in response and they start walking away with the dead body behind them.

Yeah Ivy made a friend.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

Everything was well for Danny, the ghost have chilled out as Danny has moved to Gotham for college, but he found out that the ecto in Gotham is very… not heathy for halfas to stay for more than a week and even that was pushing it so Danny had to find a way to stay.

So he heads to Undergrowth who he has gotten close to in the past few years and ask what he could do and Undergrowth explains that Blood blossoms eat that kind of ecto that Gotham has like candy and probably not even bother Danny for blood but he would have to wear them on his person to stay healthy.

So Danny grabs some blood blossoms puts them around his neck as a necklace and goes about college life.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Little Facts•

•Sam managed to turn Danny to the dark side [She got him as obsessed with plant life as she is]

•Sam, Tucker and Danny will FaceTime a few times a week and on one of them Ivy and Harley are seen in the background talking and Sam loses her shit

•Undergrowth will randomly show up to give Danny random plants and more blood blossoms [Danny thinks it how he shows affection but he is to scared to ask]

•Harley likes Danny as a kind kid and funny as hell

•Danny’s apartment is full of plants with a eye instead of an pistil or flowers with a mouth full of teeth and vines it looks so cool

•Danny and Sam have grown even closer as friends with Danny new little friends and Tucker feels like it’s spreading

•Danny and Sam will send plants to each other

Danny may be more chill with plants doesn’t mean his space obsession stopped

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•Appearance•

[Just because he has a newfound passion for plants doesn’t mean that he stopped being a nerd for space and stars]

[ And here’s a version with pants! I know rare for me but I got to deep in the art and couldn’t pick so you get both! ]

[Just Imagine these but instead of the flowers it’s blood blossoms]

And here is the picture that started this thing

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•~{ And that’s it I hope you gremlins like it byeeee }~•