#dangerous goons

[akaigoonfacilityslogs]

The Puddle Akaigoons really enjoy breaching containment, which is already pretty difficult to stop due to their slippiness, and preforming pranks on our Facility Workers. Unfortunately for us, they don't exactly seem to realize how dangerous it could be for said workers and themselves as they continue to pretend to be drinkable liquids.

Make sure to check your drinks before consumption. If anything's off or there's a slimy texture you should leave it alone and alert nearby facility members of the tainted liquid. Puddle Akaigoons do not have a scent so if a drink with a noticeable smell suddenly becomes scentless you can count on there being some sort of creature having replaced it.

Do not drink any strange liquids or anything that has been left out for a while. If you must leave your drink, make sure that there's another facility member on stand-by watching it. Covering the drink won't always help as the Puddles can open and uncover bottles and cups.

Consumption of the Akaigoon will lead to the liquification of internal organs and transfur aswell as the death of said Akaigoon. All in all, bad times all around.

Watch and Check your drinks!

Signed, Facility Head Researcher / Facility Founder Phobia.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 73

“What do you mean Nightwing’s tracker just disappeared?!” 

Look, Dick wasn’t expecting to get snatched in the middle of patrol. He wasn’t even in Gotham! There weren’t even any rogues in Bludhaven as far as he was aware of! Yet here he was, having blacked out after getting tackled he thinks? Something like that! Here he was in an apartment of some sort, even though the room looked like it was something more fitting for the manor, with the shadows literally tugging him towards the hall. Look, when he’s kidnapped he’s expecting some sort of fight, not a dude whose visibly not human and visibly very stressed out and maybe close to a panic attack of some sort. 

Why does he feel like he just got dragged into some sort of mess…?

[luxaofhesperides]

"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space. 

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him. 

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache. 

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away. 

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms. 

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath. 

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade. 

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe. 

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe. 

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body. 

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He’s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form. 

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s. 

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry. 

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does. 

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day. 

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient. 

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will. 

Always, always, always.

. . .

[send me ghostlights prompts!]

[mariocki]

Patrick Troughton guests as ruthless racketeer George, out to silence the man who can identify his brother as a murderer, in Dial 999: Key Witness (1.26, ABC, 1959)

[goonssquadd]

Objectively funkobra is the best danger days ship but I trust no one but the tumblr girlies to get it right. Self contained ecosystem here you see it anywhere else it’s not right

[kneel-to-seto-kaiba]

I will surpass everything! I alone will be king of duelists, and rise to a higher plane of being! - Seto Kaiba, Battle City

(Yes RISE TO THE HIGHER PLANE and think you're better than everyone else because you have a machine on your head and call people inferior vessels like you're the terminator)

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

Thirteen hours

It’s been thirteen hours since Scarecrow escaped Arkham. Nobody knows where he is, nobody knows his plans, and nobody knows when they will take place. All they know is that it’s going to be bad.

From what little you can see on the security footage, Scarecrow is pissed. The kind of pissed where he attacks orphanages and playgrounds instead of office buildings and warehouses.

And it's been 

Thirteen 

Hours. 

[CW below the cut: mentions of bullet wounds, stitches. Screaming. Lots of screaming. Mentions of torture, especially in a medical setting, mental torture, mention of child torture, the chick is Creepy but doesn’t do anything SA-y but I’m gonna mention it just in case, mention of being trapped, mention of “the box” that might set off claustrophobia, being a self sacrificing parent, calling a child “it.”

Let me know if I forgot anything or if you spot an error]

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Wil is almost relieved when Scarecrow finally surfaces. A typical attack on an occupied warehouse, one where the bats collectively decide that Hood and his henches have it handled and let them do their own thing.

When they arrive, they're not prepared for a firefight. They were expecting to see more people screaming on the ground from fear toxin than bullet wounds—they don't have enough medical supplies, and they certainly don't have enough ammo.

But they're Hood’s men. They claw their way to victory with bloodied hands. While they rush to save as many gunshot victims as possible, they don’t realize that they haven’t needed their gas masks yet. They don’t realize that Scarecrow isn’t done. Not until it’s almost too late, not until toxic green gas starts seeping up through the floor.

Beforehand, Wil is thinking about a large crack in the back of his boss’ helmit, where an enemy goon tried to knock his skull in with a metal bat.

After, Wil’s first thought is Aw shit, and his second is Holy shit boss’ ‘elmit is crack’d.

As he races over to where Hood is kneeling, stitching up a gunshot wound on one of Wil‘s coworkers, he mentally checks what all he brought with him.

Two gas masks and a rebreath’r. One mask got hit wit’ a stray bull’t, but the oth’r one and the rebreath’r ar’ fine. 

When he finally, finally, arrives at Hood’s side, all he has time to do is stuff the mask in his face, say “Your ‘elmets cracked,” and stick the rebreather in his own mouth. 

Ok, Terror Protocol.

-Ensure everyon’ dangerous ‘as a mask (Check)

-Find a mask fer yerself if ya can (His eyes scan the room, but everyone else had ta use ‘eir extras fer vict’ms)

-Leave if possible (“Boss,” calls anoth’r goon, we’re lock’d in from th’ outside.” Shit)

-Hand someone mask’d yer weapons (He starts throwing his guns and knives at Hood’s feet, desperately trying not ta pass out from the oxygen deprivation)

-Warn someon’ about triggers that could make ya violent (He feels his heart rate pick up as soon as he takes a breath of toxic green air. “Boz,” he chokes out, “k’p m’ aw’y fr’m med’c’l sh’t an’ an’on’ ‘n wh’te.”) [Boss, keep me away from medical shit and anyone in white.]

The Boss shouts something, but someone starts screaming with Wil’s next gasping breath and he can’t tell what was said.

Distantly, he recognises his own voice.

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Riley hears Hood’s “Get us th’ hell outta ‘ere!” but only barely, because just as soon as he’s said it, someone starts screaming. The kind of screaming that reminds them of someone being tortured, taken apart slowly and never really put back together.

A second or two later, the sound stops—so abruptly they wonder if they ever heard it at all.

The other goons are searching for an exit or way to make one, so Riley looks for Hood, to see if he needs any help with whoever got dosed.

Fuck, they think, that’s Greenie.

Greenie, real name Wilbur Jacobs, has worked for Hood for three years. He started as a goon but worked his way up to the point where he’s now sixth in the hierarchy and even leads his own team of goons at times. He was actually the one to hire Riley in the first place.

(Greenie gets his nickname from a long conversation about the Green Lantern, where he made the joke “If ‘is ring runs on willpow’r, that mean I could control it? ‘Cause a my mast’ry of my own Wil-pow’r?”)

Greenie looks like shit. He’s shaking like a leaf in a hurricane; his hands are clasped in front of him like they’re cuffed there; his eyes are darting back and forth, scanning for hallucinated enemies, glassy, like he’s barely holding back tears, and terrified. Worse than Riley‘s ever seen in somebody who’s been fear-gassed.

Worst of all is the muttering. 

It’s only partly intelligible, but that’s only because he’s spitting his words through his teeth, not moving his jaw at all. (Did he think he was muzzled?)

“Damn you. Damn you. You can’t have him. You won’t touch him-”

“Ma- no, ma please-”

“If you touch one hair on my son’s head, I’ll make the Alcatraz escape look like a petty quarrel. I’ll string you up by your intestines-“

“Don’t leave me alone Pa, please I’m sorry-“

“Don’t- don’t touch him. Please. Leave my son alone. I swear- I- I’ll stop fighting. I’ll go back. Just let him go. Please-“

Shaking themself back to the real world, Riley turns to Hood. “Antidote not work?”

“No- he’ll have to wait till the Bats get here so they can synthesize one.”

Greenie was screaming again.

“I think-“ the Boss cuts himself off, “I think this one makes you feel the pain. Not just in resurfaced memories either.”

Riley flinches at a particularly pained scream, “I think you’re right.”

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No. Nonononono no NO

Not again. Please. This can't be happening again please no pleasenono-

“And here I thought three years was long enough to make you stronger. It’s a pity that you’re just as pathetic as you were before.”

No not Her pleasenotHerno-

“Stop screaming. Look at me.”

And he does and She’s just as crazed-excited-cruel-

“There we go.” And She turns off the machine and he can breathe-

“I’m thrilled you found yourself a little toy. A talon, impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Damn you. Damn you.” he spits, “You can’t have him. You won’t touch him-”

“Have you already forgotten that you don’t get to tell me what to do, Subject g-7512?”

And then She had his ma’s face and he was being left again and he was only seven howcouldthey-

“Ma- no, ma please-”

“Aww. Calling for your mum again?” And She was Herself and his ma was gone-

“Bring it in,” She called, and Wolf and Snake were hauling something through the door-

Morel.

“If you touch one hair on my son’s head, I’ll make the Alcatraz escape look like a petty quarrel. I’ll string you up by your intestines-“

She tsks at him, “Threats? Again? Have you not learned from last time?” And he did and he still had the scars but that was his son-

“A week in the box.”

“You’re a disappointment, son.“ That was his pa, behind him, to the right. “I’m glad we left you in that alley. You’ve only ever been a worthless leech.”

And he can’t turn to face him and his pa always hated that-

“Don’t leave me alone Pa, please I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re not alone. You have me, and Wolf, and Snake- and the Talon of course.  I wonder- should we return it to the Court, or do our own tests on it?”

“Don’t- don’t touch him. Please.” he begs, “Leave my son alone. I swear- I- I’ll stop fighting. I’ll go back. Just let them go. Please-“

She tsks at him again. Then motions for Wolf to turn the machine back on andhecantbreathe andhe’sscreaming andShetoldhimnotto andhecan’tstop

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When he comes to he feels exhausted and his throat hurts and his boss is staring at him where he’s sitting in the dirt and-

The dirt? His boss? Wil stares up at the red helmet of the Hood and tries to ask what happened, but his voice doesn’t work. 

“Don’t talk, Greenie,” Hood says, in lieu of a greeting. “Drink this.”

His boss hands him a thermos, which he finds is filled with Earl Gray tea.

The warm drink soothes his throat enough to croak, “Wher’z Mor?” [Where is Morel]

“Asleep. About 10 feet behind you,” Hood answers. “You gave us quite the scare.”

“Don’ wor’y,” WiI replies, ‘ad a ‘ell a time m’self.”

“What part of ‘don’t talk’ means ‘don’t shut up’?” 

Wil smirks, and is going to try and croak out another answer, but instead gets tackled by his kid.

“Father,” they start, “Injured?”

“Sor’ an’ tir’d”

“Going home.” And then there's forty-five pounds of ex-assassin trying to drag him off in the direction of their apartment.

He gives his boss a look that says Pleas’ save me. But Hood just says “Good idea squirt, I was going to send you both that way in just a second.”

When they’re finally home, Wil puts on a happy, safe TV show, and wraps himself and Morel up in a blanket with a cup of tea. And even though the day was terrifying, and neither of them sleep, they have a good night and throw popcorn at the screen whenever the characters do something dumb.

(Tags: @imafangi4l )

[runningfrompirates]

Went to a valentines day party. Within 20 minutes, I was sitting on the floor explaining the philosophy of critiquing anthropocentrism to someone while about 8 people stood in a circle around us listening.

About an hour later, after that conversation ended and other socialization had happened, exactly the same thing happened with the same person, but this time I was explaining Baudrillard and Danger Days: National Anthem, as well as the dd plot overall.

[thebluestbluewords]

I am VIBRATING about the glorious masquerade event

Deuce: haha wholesome sentiment while posing/talking like a mafia member

Floyd: extremely unwholesome sentiment while sounding….also like a mafia goon

[beechaotic]

Idk if this was a MISTAKE, per say, but it did kind of…make my situation worse.

So, remember how I was telling you all that Stabby Robin was following me and trying to find more dirt on me? Well, I decided to give him some “dirt”.

He was following me (again) while I was walking through Crime Alley, thinking I didn’t notice him. I did, in fact, notice him. So, I enacted my plan.

I “glanced around”, like I was looking to see if anyone was there. I determined that I was “alone”, and just…Jumped between universes really fast. It’s something I’ve been working on lately, and it USUALLY works. It did this time, too. I managed to get to the warehouse me and my friends live in, and I thought everything was over.

Well, that was like, two nights ago, and he is STILL FOLLOWING ME. Like, what the fuck?! I gave you what you wanted, leave me the fuck alone! But NOOO, the little shit has now brought SIGNAL with him, for whatever fucking reason. Like, bitch, do you think I need a support group or something? Someone to “train” me? JUST FUCKING COME DOWN HERE AND TALK TO ME.

Oh well, at least it isn’t the Bat?

[peridotite]

piccolo going from screaming at goku for putting gohan in danger hoping he'd rage and unleash his true power to putting pan in danger hoping gohan would rage and unleash his true power

[garden-ghoul]

ahhhhh darra.... COULD just kill eir ex* and prevent xem from hunting eir community to death, but no. ey need to destroy vivid's reputation and career through a 15 step machiavellian scheme that involves gaining the confidence of vivid's patron. darra has to convince eir spy--vivid's secretary--to sell himself to the god of music and become their new favorite. the god of music is LICKING their chops about this.

[gloopdimension]

Getting to Talk to leo casually(outside of his work) isnt too difficult. but getting to know him is trickier

[goonssquadd]

I know technically according to the maps in the killjoys comics the zones don’t extend all the way to the imperial valley but has anyone ever considered the possibility of the salton sea and the surrounding community for danger days lore? Like it’s already practically a desert wasteland caused by pollution.. consider the possibilities

[beetlejuicesgraveyardrevue]

happy birthday danger days, reblog with your killjoy name in the tags i wanna knowwww