#danny is legally disabled

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #14

(Had this idea on the brain as soon as I woke up this morning. This prompt is basically going off of the idea that the ghost zone is the dimension that connects all dimensions.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

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Living in Technicolor

When Danny gets zapped by the portal and brought back half alive, his vision is forever changed. He doesn't know what caused it, just that ever since the accident, his sight has been split into three different perspectives.

1. His home dimension

2. The ghost zone/invisible spectrum

3. Another dimension entirely

He had originally been able to peer into more than three perspectives directly after his accident, but that resulted in his brain more or less short-circuiting from all the extra information and putting him in a week long coma. Still, even with the decreased load, the amount of information that's being filtered through his eyes and into his brain from three different plains of existence leaves him legally blind in his original reality and needing the help of either a cane or his service dog, Cujo.(1 & 2)

It isn't until his powers start appearing that he learns something interesting. If he concentrates enough, he can shift/manifest his own existence into whichever perspective he's focusing on the most when he transforms, singling his vision down to one perspective for the duration. He has to be careful though, otherwise he could get stuck in-between, which scrambles his vision to an even more nauseating degree. That or he could cause himself to blackout just from the amount of stress it puts on his mind.

He's basically his own dimension hopping portal though.

The only thing is, he never hopped over to the other dimension that seemed to exist alongside his own and the Ghost Zone, content to just travel between his dimension and the Infinite Realms. That doesn't mean he wasn't interested in it or didn't take a more concentrated peek into it from time to time though. Cause let's be honest. A world full of superheroes defending the Earth from a multitude of threats? He'd be lying if he said he didn't use the opportunity to observe and learn from a few of the professionals when it came to his own defending of the ghostly variety.

It isn't until long after he becomes the Ghost King that he is approached by Clockwork, the Ghost of Time. He reveals he knows of Danny's ability to peer into the multiverse like the time ghost can, although greatly limited in comparison. He offers to make Danny his apprentice and to teach him what it means to see through the veil into different universes and timelines, and perhaps increase the amount of perspectives he can handle at once now that his power has increased exponentially. He is King of the Infinite Realms after all. He needs to properly oversee his domain and everything connected to it if he wants to be a good monarch. However, the only way to increase the number of perspectives he can handle is by experiencing each one first hand.

The first step? Shifting into the dimension he has yet to visit, the one he's been peering into and learning so much from over the years.

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Notes:

(1) Here, Danny gets Cujo before he becomes a security dog/a ghost.

(2) He eventually creates some specially designed glasses with color changing lenses that help him filter out the extra perspectives when he's older, but they're far from perfect. Red for home reality, Green for the Ghost Zone, and Blue for DC Universe/other universes.

ALSO, while this is technically a dp x dc crossover prompt, I wanted to keep it pretty open for any other crossover ideas. There's infinite possibilities here and I'd love to see what people come up with!

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Love Me, Control Me (18+)

Pairing: Jason Todd/Danny Fenton

This is an NSFW aside to my Hyena!Danny AU part 1 of which can be found Here

This one shot contains: BDSM, restraints, choking, blindfolds, and various sex acts. This has also been posted on AO3 Here if you prefer that

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Jason knew that his job was important, and he enjoyed it, less in the things he Had to do, but the results were so rewarding. He saw them in everyone around him, how much happier and safer they all were. He wasn't changing the law, he wasn't eliminating crime, but he was making a Real difference in Real people's lives. It was good, and it was meaningful, but it meant getting his hands Very dirty. Sometimes he enjoyed that too, he felt a great deal of satisfaction in putting a monster out of everyone else's misery, but sometimes it wasn't like that.

Sometimes he didn't get there in time. Sometimes he found out that some of the dealers were still cutting their supply with dangerous additives Right under his nose and he had to purge. He had to put everyone else's worries at ease, patch the whole in the supply for the people who Needed the drugs, and deal with the outrage about his rules again. He had made them clear and they were reasonable but there were always going to be those greedy SOBs who had the misplaced confidence to believe rules didn't apply to them. 

All that to say it had been a very long day and he'd ended up staying late in his office. Who knew criminal organizations still had paperwork. Not legal stuff of course but he needed to keep track of everything and make sure the people who needed to know what was going on did.

Danny had brought him dinner and they had eaten Chinese takeout in his office but then Danny had gone home. Jason didn't blame him, he usually stayed until Jason left for the day as well but Jason couldn't Always expect Danny to stay. A part of him really hoped that Danny had plans, he really didn't seem to have any friends or bonds with anyone besides Jason, he should have other friends.

Jason practically dragged himself out of the office about an hour after Danny did, he was exhausted and disheartened, but he had done what needed to be done.

He went back to one of his nicer safe houses he'd started to consider home and let himself in through the window with a sigh, disabling his traps and taking off his helmet, running his hands back through his flattened hair. He froze when he heard a noise from his bedroom, his eyes scanning his apartment for any signs of disturbance...  there weren't any, and all his traps were still engaged. That was a very good sign it was Danny waiting for him in his room, he hadn't quite figured out How Danny got in, and at this point Jason suspected Danny was refusing to tell him because he thought it was funny.

Jason was cautious as he approached his room, just because he was pretty sure it was Danny was no reason to let his guard down after all, that would just be foolish. He nudged the door open with his foot and his jaw dropped when he saw Danny stretched out on his bed dressed in, to be frankly honest, almost nothing. He was wearing a pair of lace panties, and a green and black corset that cinched his already slim waist in even more. But the absolute pièce de résistance was the black collar buckled around Danny's neck and the leash currently wrapped casually around Danny's own wrist to keep it out of the way.

He noticed Danny was watching him with half lidded eyes and a slight smirk and closed his mouth with a slight click, swallowing dryly. Danny sat up gracefully, crossing one long leg over the other and smiling at Jason. "Welcome home Boss," Danny purred invitingly. "You had a very long day didn't you,let me help you unwind." He held the leash out to Jason in an open palm, offering it to him, along with all the control and dominance that it implied.

Jason stepped forward and took the leash from Danny's hand, wrapping it around his wrist and used it to pull Danny up to his feet. He followed gracefully without hesitation and pressed against Jason as he pulled Danny's head back and kissed him, deep and slow. The hand not holding the leash finding it's way to Danny's ass as he started to purr, pressing him even closer, Danny let out a soft moan as he pressed their hips together.

"You're so good to me Cub," Jason murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, yanking Danny down to his knees in front of him.

"Of course," Danny said, resting his hands on Jason's thighs and nuzzling against his crotch, blue eyes fixed on him from under dark lashes. "How do you want me tonight?"

Jason grinned and pulled the cuffs from his belt, he was still in his costume after all, including the utility belt. He spun them around one finger and Danny's gaze was drawn by the motion and he ginned as well. "In front or behind?" He asked without hesitation.

"Behind," Jason requested. Danny nodded and stood, turning his back to Jason and held his hands behind them for Jason to put the cuffs on him, trapping them behind his back, though Jason was completely sure if Danny needed to he could get out of them, he'd done it before.

With his wrists cuffed Danny turned back towards Jason, letting out a startled yip as he was yanked back to his knees, unable to catch himself he landed hard, letting out a little whimper. When he looked up at Jason Danny's pupils were blown wide with arousal and he nosed along Jason's thigh, nuzzling against his crotch with a needy little whine that went straight to Jason's dick which had been hard since the moment he saw Danny's outfit.

"You want a taste Baby," Jason purred and Danny whined again giving Jason a pleading pout. He talked very little when he was like this. Jason chuckled softly and used the leash to pull Danny back slightly, holding him away as Jason slowly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants with one hand. Danny's eyes followed his motions intently, straining just slightly against the collar as Jason hooked his thump into his pants and boxers and pushed them down. He let out a relieved breath when his dick sprung free from the confines of his clothes, grinning wolfishly at the way Danny licked his lips, eyeing Jason's cock.

"I love how eager you are~" Jason praised, still holding Danny away, teasing him with what he so clearly wanted. It had taken Jason a little experimentation to figure out that, while Danny was alright with just about any rough treatment, and enjoyed being manhandled and choked, he had no tolerance for being insulted. He liked being praised, complimented, and called pet names and right now with the way Danny was half strangling himself with the collar Jason was sure he was enjoying himself.

"Alright Darling, go ahead," Jason chuckled breathlessly, as if he wasn't Just as eager for this as Danny is not more. He relaxed his grip on the collar and Danny collapsed forward a bit before catching himself, shuffling his position and lifting himself up more on his knees so he could kitten lick along the underside of Jason's dick making him moan. When Danny reached the top he swirled his tongue around the tip of Jason's dick before taking it into his mouth.

He moaned so softly Jason could barely hear it under his own sound of pleasure. He let the head of Jason's dick rest heavy on his tongue for a moment as he breathed through his nose, his eyes closed his brows pinched in an adorable expression of concentration. He started to purr as he slid down, taking Jason deeper into his throat as it started to vibrate around the shaft of Jason's cock.

"Holy shit Babe!" Jason exclaimed breathlessly, tangling one hand into Danny's hair. "I swear you're better then any sex toy!"

Danny laughed and Jason felt his thighs tense and a shiver run down his spine. Danny closed his lips around Jason firmly and started to suck, bobbing his head up and down eagerly, his sharp little fangs scraped ever so slightly sending a little thrill through Jason along with the almost overwhelming pleasure. He didn't try to hold back though, one orgasm wouldn't be enough for him, this was just to take the edge off so he could lavish Danny with the attention he deserved and fuck him slow.

Jason came with a loud moan, arching his back and grabbing the sheets rather then Danny's hair. Danny choked slightly as cum rushed down his throat before he could swallow. Swallowing quickly and pulling back just enough to collect Jason's cum on his tongue.

When Jason was done Danny pulled back, looking up at Jason with mischief in his expression despite his slightly glassy eyes. He opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out, and Jason's breath caught in his throat as he watched his cum drip down from Danny's tongue over his bare chest. Danny closed his mouth and swallowed the last of it before giving Jason a cheeky little smile that drove Jason absolutely Insane!

He yanked Danny up using the leash, hearing him gasp as Jason practically tossed him down on the bed, hungry eyes raking over Danny's body, watching his filthy chest heave as he squirmed. His dick was hard, peaking up above the edge of Danny's panties and he rubbed his thighs together absently, whimpering as he sought some stimulation or relief with his arms pinned under him. Jason leaned over Danny, hands on either side of his head and kissed him deeply, tasting his own seed on Danny's tongue as he kissed back with a happy little sigh.

"How do you feel about a blindfold tonight Moonlight?" Jason asked, caressing Danny's jaw lightly.

"Yes," Danny agreed softly, his voice rough and breathy with arousal.

Jason smiled down at him and kissed him once more before getting up off the bed to pull out their bin of toys. Mostly collected by Danny if Jason is honest, he never had much use for such things before Danny and he doesn't quite have the time or sexual creativity Danny does. While he's up Jason takes the chance to strip off most of his clothes, his armour, belt, shoes, jacket, shirt, and undershirt all left on the floor by the bed though he decides to keep his pants on for now without bothering to button them again. Once he was comfortable Jason popped open the bin and grabbed a black silk blindfold from it, wasting no time in placing it over Danny's eyes, who lifted his head obediently making it easy for Jason to tie it behind his head.

"Such a good boy," Jason murmured, running his thumbs along Danny's cheeks just bellow the blindfold affectionately.

Danny looked sinfully good at the moment, his lips and cheeks were flushed with arousal, his lips slightly swollen and spit slick. His nipples were hard and poking through the fabric of the corset where it was thin, managing to cover the scars Danny was self conscious off while truly hiding nothing. His skin was pale, showing his blush beautifully, his body hair was light, more white then black but the occasional patches of black hair only added more interest to Danny's already captivating loveliness.

Jason hooked his thumbs into Danny's panties and pulled them down slowly, once they were down Danny pressed his legs together, playing at being shy. Bound and blindfolded he looked it, demure and vulnerable, it made Jason want to eat him up~ He grabbed Danny's hips and rolled him over, yanking him up to his knees, startling a muffled yelp out of Danny as his face was forced into the bedding. Jason wrapped the leash around his wrist to free up his hands and grabbed Danny's ass, spreading his cheeks so he had a good view of Danny's hole, pink and twitching as Danny whimpered and tried valiantly not to squirm.

"You're so cute Danny," Jason praised before leaning in and running his tongue over Danny's perineum to his hole, pushing his tongue inside pulling a high little moan from Danny. His hands clenched and relaxed in turns, tugging against the cuffs without intention or feeling as he whimpered. Jason chuckled and lapped at Danny's insides, tongue fucking him without shame as Danny's thighs trembled and his breathing hitched.

Jason didn't stop until Danny's hole was puffy and pink, and slick with Jason's spit. He didn't even give Danny a chance to whine at being left empty before he was pushing two fingers into the smaller man's body making him moan louder. Jason knew Danny was drooling on the sheets as he fucked Danny open with his fingers, scissoring and massaging his insides until he was soft and yielding. It didn't take long, Danny was practised and trusting with no lingering tension to fight against Jason.

"Such a good boy, you take it so well for me," Jason praised breathlessly and Danny gave a happy little trilling noise and a sigh. "You look so beautiful, and you make the sweetest sounds, just for me," Jason murmured, leaning down to press a kiss against Danny's shoulder.

"Just for you, Boss," Danny sighed, vague and spacy. Jason had no doubt there wasn't a thought in that pretty little head right now.

"I know baby, so loyal for me hm?" Jason asked as he pulled his fingers out, gently pushing Danny over, rolling him back onto his back.

"Of course, love you," Danny murmured with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes probably closed behind the blindfold.

Jason's heart throbbed, warm and almost painful in his chest as he leaned down to brush his lips against Danny's without making it truly a kiss. "I love you too," he said like a promise before pulling back and digging through their bin of toys again, pulling out Danny's cockring.

Danny let out a small whine and squirmed a little when it was slid over his shaft and secured around the base. "You want to make me happy don't you Cub? You can't do that is you cum before me," Jason reminded gently and Danny subsided with a sigh. "That's right baby, I've got you," Jason crooned, gripping Danny's waist with his broad, callused hand and encouraging Danny to lift his hips. Danny allowed himself to be directed, lifting his hips obediently with an eager little sound.

"Please, want you," Danny whimpered desperately.

"Be patient Moonlight," Jason crooned, as though he wasn't just as eager to get inside Danny! But he did want to take just a moment to enjoy the view, truly savour how fucking lucky he is to have this man in his life and in his bed. There's no way in hell Jason deserves it, but he'd not going to question it and risk losing the absolute light of his life.

He pushed down his pants enough to free his dick again and grabbed Danny's thighs, pushing his knees up towards his chest as he rutted again Danny's ass. Danny was reduced to little whines and moans, pleading with out a doubt but with a tongue too clumsy to properly form words. Since Danny's tongue was useless anyway Jason slid two fingers into Danny's mouth, toying with his tongue and letting him suck on them to both distract him from, and add too, Jason's teasing.

He thrust in suddenly and Danny gasped, arched and cried out at the intrusion and then the pleasure as Jason sunk deep into Danny's ass, the cry tapering into a long moan once Jason's dick was fully seated inside him. His ass tensed slightly around Jason's member as if trying to pull him in deeper.

"That's right Love, always so hungry for it," Jason chuckled as he pulled out half way and pushed back in making Danny moan again. Jason withdrew his fingers before beginning to fuck Danny properly so he wouldn't accidentally bite.

"You... Too?" Danny asked between gasps.

"Of course pet, I always want you too," Jason promised and was rewarded by the dopiest, most delighted smile on Danny's face.

Jason chuckled and wrapped one hand around Danny's throat, pressing his thumb into Danny's windpipe just enough to make him wheeze. Danny wasn't getting quite as much air as he needed with how roughly he was being fucked, dizzy and lightheaded, and unable to see he couldn't think about anything besides the pleasure his Lover was giving him. Danny lost himself in the trust and of it, pleasure running frantic little laps around his head and up and down his body.

It wasn't long before his dick was a pretty pink above the ring preventing him from cumming and Danny's whines were taking on an almost pained quality of denied release. Jason chuckled breathlessly and did not slow down. "When I cum you will," Jason promised and Danny nodded with a little wheezing gasp, arching into Jason's hand on his throat, grounding and holding him.

Jason held himself back a bit longer, enjoying Danny's obedience and discomfort, before the coil of pleasure in his own gut got to be too much to ignore. He scrabbled to release the cock-ring, his ears ringing with Danny's cry of pleasure as he came, arching up off the bed and clamping down on Jason's dick.

Jason cursed and moaned breathlessly as he came as well, spilling deep inside Danny before they both collapsed to the bed. Overstimulated and still connected, wrapped up in one another as they struggled to catch their breath. Jason lingered there for a while, occasionally stealing small kisses from Danny, until he felt the other man's hands in his hair and realized Danny must have slid out of the cuffs. To confirm Danny leaned over and dropped the cuffs over the edge of the bed with a soft clatter before slipping off the blindfold and wrapping his arms back around Jason.

"Do you feel better Sunshine?" Danny asked softly, his voice still just slightly rough.

"So much better," Jason promised with a little smile, propping himself up to kiss Danny's lips deep and long. "Is that the corset Harley gave you?"

"Yep," Danny confirmed, laughing. "One of them."

"One of them?!" Jason practically squeaked and Danny gave him a sharp and teasing smile.

"I'm sure you'll be seeing the other ones soon~"

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Static on the Screen | 02

--The Big Fish Leaves it's Small Pond--

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{TW: Legal Dehumanization, forced imprisonment, corrupt government agency}

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They said they were sick.

At the time, it was a reasonable response to the question of why they couldn’t leave town. People were only just starting to recover from Spectra’s ecto-bug-induced sickness. It would have cause mass hysteria -and then mass death once people burned up from the ever-increasing power- if it reached the greater public. The people of Amnity Park had put faith in their government to do what was needed and went about their day. There were still people who were recovering that needed tending to.

It was two months after the sickness that things went back to almost normal. Different stores opened back up. School had started once again. People were healthy enough to go outside and do things. The only thing different was the bubble that had encased the town during their recovery. It was still up. When asked when it would be removed, the Ghost Investigation Ward told them that it was “none of their concern” and to “move along”. When pressured by the local press for an official statement, the only comment they would put out is that “Amnity Park as a whole is still infected” and nothing else.

Tucker, Danny, and the previously infected Casper High students held a high level of doubt and an even higher level of disbelief that they would outright lie about this. Casper High was Spectra’s target after all and had infected the students the worst, but even they were healthy by then. Dash and the rest of the football team were able to attend practice just as they were before. The cheerleaders could make it through their routine without passing out from exhaustion. There was so much proof against their statement that it was laughable, but they stuck to their guns -literally, in most cases- and hunkered down on their official statement, refusing to look at even the most obvious of facts.

The town couldn’t tell anyone about the blatant abuse of power either, due to the government agency cutting them off from the internet and cell towers. Every home Wi-Fi router was wirelessly disabled and confiscated to ‘repair’ them—anything to keep the town away from exposing their power grab. Any computers connected to the internet at the time ended up crashing and had to be factory reset. Tucker was glad that he kept his most important files on both a flash drive and an offline computer for that reason.

During the two months, Tucker wasn’t able to get in much contact with Sam or Danny. Sam, along with Jazz, had one of the worst cases and it took the full two months to recover. Her parents didn’t allow visits so as to not set back her recovery. On the other hand, Danny was taking on the caretaker role for Jazz and was helping her with her newfound liminal abilities while Jack and Maddie were down in the lab making who knew what. They could get in a sentence or two in if they met picking up their family’s portion of food for the week, but nothing else.

He didn’t just spend the two months doing nothing, though. He got to work on the technology problem. Tucker was thankful that he had modified his computer to the realms and back, meaning - with some code- he could easily change his VPN to say his computer is in a different city, just to check if it was an computer error or it was a Guys in White scheme. Lo-and-behold, it was another one of the GIW’s power plays. He had find that out when he was able to connect to a library’s free Wi-Fi in Springfield. He quickly changed it back to not rouse suspicion and get his computer confiscated for ‘repairs‘.

The next time he met up with Danny, he slipped a note into his hand asking him to get him some ectoplasm straight from the realms and an old Wi-Fi router. Telling him that they had cut off the access to the internet, but he had an idea on how to get it back. All written in ghost speak. They continued their conversation, Tucker asking how Jazz had been recovering and Danny asking the same about his parents, who were recovering well. For them, it wasn’t anything worse than a bad head cold. With the confirmation of recovery from both ends, they parted ways.

Three days later, Danny - as Phantom- dropped off a bag containing 4 9mm test tubes of pure, straight-from-the-realm ectoplasm along with a lightly scavenged router and a note from Sam telling him that she’s getting better and to keep working on getting a way around the internet block. He opened the router, located where the GPS antenna was, and removed it just enough to connect it to his online computer. From there, he made sure that the antenna was operational.

After the confirmation, he disconnected it, put on proper protective equipment, and opened one of the four tubes. Using an old paintbrush, Tucker spread a layer of ectoplasm on the antenna like it was thermal paste, letting the ectoplasm sink in to the hardware. He continued taking it apart and applying ectoplasm to every component, making sure they would still work in the realm and not end up fried, wasting his hard work. With all the pieces coated, he reassembled it into a cohesive piece of machinery

After cleaning up his work area, he put the contaminated gloves, goggles, and paintbrush in a tub of water with 1½ tablespoons of blood blossom-infused water to decontaminate them. While they were decontaminating, he took a shower and worked on some school work tht he was behind on before the shutdown. While he didn’t want to do any homework, he didn’t want to start a game and forget about the tub.

After 20 minutes, he put on a separate pair of gloves and mask to take the items out and let them dry for 10 minutes. He took the tub of solution and diluted it with enough water that the pink color disappeared, fully dissolving it and rendering it inert, then dumped it down the bathtub’s drain. He rinsed out both tubs to ensure none of the solution lingered before placing the plastic tub in the very back of his closet, underneath the shelf holding his lead-lined box for things like dried blood blossoms and ectoplasm.

Still wearing the gloves, he put the reconstructed router in the same bag Danny had dropped off hours ago with a note stating to put the router in the realms, close to the portal’s entrance, and turn it on. He had tested it to make sure it worked using both his PDA, which contained realms-sourced ectoplasm, and his dad’s old phone that he was gifted when he got a new one, which contained ambient ectoplasm. When turned on, only his PDA could receive the signal, albeit weak, while the old phone couldn’t even register one existed. After zipping the backpack up, he took off the mask and threw it in the small trash bag by his desk, followed by a wad of gloves. He tied the grocery bag up and placed it in the kitchen trash for him to take out the next day.

The next day, he repeated the same process. He took apart an older laptop of his and coated the internet receiver in a layer of ectoplasm along with a few crucial parts to ensure it would function and interact well with the ambient ectoplasm, just as it did before. He checked to make sure it was operational and could be connected to the router before cleaning and disinfecting everything he used.

With a second grocery bag in hand and backpack on his back, he went to take the kitchen trash out. He then snuck his way out of his backyard and into the Fenton’s. Spotting a tree close to a window, he decided to climb up to it. Settling on a sturdy branch, he moved the bag to his front and scooted his way to the window, which led to Jazz’s room. Once there, he knocked in code light enough only Danny could hear - as far as he knew - to let him know it was Tucker.

He immediately handed the bag over once the window opened. He took a look at Jazz to see how she was recovering and gave Danny a nod and a message of Glad-Recovery-Look through their bond. Danny gave him a nod in return and responded with Protective-Healthy-Thanks. With that, he moved away from the window while Danny closed it. Coming back down the tree, Tucker thought himself lucky he didn’t get caught by Maddie. He’s always had bad luck, and Maddie was the sterner of the two Fenton adults. He didn’t want to get tangled in the questions of why he was at their daughter’s window at 7 in the morning. The answer would have led him to imprisonment by the GIW for going against them as he was not a great liar when put on spot.

He came through the back door not even five minutes later. His parents were still asleep and wouldn’t be up for another couple of hours. He went back up to his room and worked on connecting his old laptop to his database, putting up firewall after firewall and puzzle after puzzle to protect both the computer and what he considered his greatest creation. He continued this cycle of upgrading his tech until a month and a half later, when everyone was healthy.

During those two months, there wasn’t even one major ghost attack, leaving him on edge. It wasn’t until they met up again that he figured out why. According to Danny, the rest of their rouges found out what Spectra did and decided to wait to come and play fight until they were healed. Even Skulker had agreed, claiming “the hunt wasn’t fun if they couldn’t fight back.”

He never once tried to connect his newly upgraded laptop to what he called the Ecto-net router, even after Danny had given him a thumbs up 5 days later. He wanted to wait and do it when everybody was there. It was an extensive project he accomplished with a little help from Danny, and he wanted his friends to witness it’s completion. The day came two days after the Guys in White’s official statement.

Danny had sat on the edge of his twin bed, an arm wrapped protectively around Jazz, who sat next to him but turned towards his computer desk. Sam had pulled the wooden chair that came with his desk out of his closet and sat on his other side. The air was filled with Anxious-Hope-Suspense-PleaseWork as he opened his laptop. He went down to the toolbar and clicked on the time and date, then turned on the Wi-Fi. He clicked on the router’s name -which looked like random letters and numbers-, imputed the password, and waited. The wait took about a minute, but it was the longest minute of his life.

When the signal connected, they celebrated quietly. What they were doing could be considered an act of treason if they got caught, and while Tucker room wasn’t bugged -they had checked every hangout-, his parents were still not in the know. The Team didn’t want to give away what was happening to them yet. To double check, he went to Google and searched for something random. Sure enough, it pulled up the search result. They sat in silence for a minute, just soaking up the feelings of Proud-Joy-Excitement that surrounded them. The silence was broken by Jazz a couple of minutes later.

“What’s our next step?”

“What do you mean?” Tucker asked in confusion.

“What do we do now that we have access to the outside world?” Jazz rephrased. Tucker hadn’t thought about that. He had been so focused on getting to this point that it never crossed his mind.

“I vote we get in contact with the Justice Leauge. This was what they were made for, after all.” Danny piped up from the bed.

“We’re trying to be secretive about this, remember? Plus, they have connections to the government. Ya know? The people who are holding us hostage. I say we bide our time and collect some information. That way, we can use it against them if need be,” Sam interjected. Tucker had to agree with Sam on this. It’s too risky to trust someone who works with the government at the moment. He turned the Wi-Fi off and put the laptop up in his closet while he listened to Danny and Sam quietly argue about what to do.

“Guys! Sam is right. We can’t trust the Justice League at the moment in case they are working with the Bozos in White. Plus, Danny, even if we did send a message and they did arrive, the GIW would know someone was able to get around their internet block.” Tucker interjected. Danny had a thinking look on his face for about two minutes before nodding.

“Another thing,” Jazz introjected, “ If we have more information, we would more than likely belived and look better as a hero team to the other heroes than with out.” With that, they went and started the whole reason they had even came over in the first place. Him and Danny trying to beat Sam at Doomed.

He hooked up his gaming system to the tv while Sam and Danny pulled the three pillows on his bed to the ground for them to sit on. They loaded up Doomed with local multiplayer and played for about an hour and a half, Danny and Tucker almost beating Sam twice before she came up from behind and stole first place from them. Jazz had never liked first person shooter games and had brought a psychology book that she had checked out from school to read.

Eventually they went home, as Sam’s parents were being overprotective of her due to her health scare, and Jazz had decided someone needed to pull their parents out of the lab and into a bed before they became ghost themselved due to overwork. When they left, Tucker spent some time with his parents, playing board games and watching dvds. He helped his mom with dinner, then went to his room. School was officially starting the next day, and he needed to be ready for what it may bring.

It was three days later that they showed their true colors.

He had gone out for a walk before starting on his homework. His mom said that he needed some more sunlight after staying cooped up in his house for two months. So he was at the park, taking in the needed sunlight before his homework. Weirdly, he was really eager to get that done. Afterward, he was going to see if he could get into the Guys in White’s personal database to start their data collection mission. All was going well for him.

That is until he heard people shouting.

Most of the voices he didn’t recognize but one stuck out to him as the shouting grew louder. Over the rumbling of tires and the whirring of guns, he could hear Danny’s voice. He was ready to brush it off. Danny didn’t like them helping him when it was his parents he was trying to escape from, for some reason, and they tried to respect that but some situations are unavoidable. Especially if they join in mid-fight. He was ready to turn around, go home, and prepare the med kit to help nurse his wounds. When Tucker had asked why he went to him with this instead of Jazz, who had gotten her first aid certification online, he told him that he didn’t want her to see what Jack and Maddie had done to him and have her worry over something that would take three days max to heal.

As he turned around, he was met with a different vehicle barreling down the street. There was no cheesy logo on the side of the van - and it looked like a van, not a homemade tank- instead it read G.I.W in a very official-looking font. Agents hung out of windows holding Fenton rays and were taking shots at his best friend. All the while, shouting insults and threats at him. he made the mistake of catching one of the agent’s face when he froze. He remembered that face. they were the one who had handed him food not even a week ago. That same face that had smiled so warmly now had a cruel look of pure hatred as they and the rest of their team hunted.

He needed to run, to get away. He needed to get to somewhere safe, but he was so rooted in his spot that even Undergrowth would have a hard time pulling him up. Internally, all hell broke loose when they got close enough he could hear the sizzling of a gun charging up. He booked it. He was running so fast he would have been proud if he had realized it. But he didn’t. The danger was close. The danger had the ability to kill him. So he kept running, even while his senses heightened and anything that wasn’t panic shut itself down.

He doesn’t remember how long it took him to get home. He held no memory of if he had slammed the front door, nor of going up the steps. All he knew was that he needed something, no somewhere, safe. It was only when he had reached his room that he let the tears that had started to gather in his eyes fall. His room was his safe place, filled to the brim with the technology that he had upgraded and spent so much time with.

He couldn’t break down like this in front of his parents. They didn’t know that Danny was Phantom. They didn’t know he was a part of a hero team. They didn’t even know that he had committed treason three days ago under their roof. He tried to stop his tears as he fell to the floor beside his bed but his efforts were wasted. They wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop hearing the words the agents had shouted.

Freak.

Scum.

Monster.

The last one hurt him the most. If Danny was considered a monster for being a ghost, then what was he? He had almost the same amount of ectoplasm in his system. Was he a monster? He couldn’t be, right? Monsters destroy everything around them. They hurt and cheat with no remorse. He can’t be a monster. He just can’t be.

His hands started to shake while he gripped his hair, his beret having been knocked off during his dash home. Tears continued to fall as his breath started to quicken. He bit his lip to try and keep his parents from finding out. He was curled up trying to take a breath. He was a coward. He should have stayed and helped, instead, he ran and left his best friend with new enemies that they knew absolutely nothing about. He’s a bad friend. He shouldn’t even be able to be a part of the team. A hero wouldn’t run. A hero would help. He had no business being a hero. He kept spiraling till he ended up passed out on the floor, unable to make it to his bed.

He was exhausted the next day. He had missed his alarm due to not setting it before he passed out. He had to wear a new beret and it sat weirdly on his head all day. He forgot his PDA due to his rush to school. He still felt on edge from his anxiety attack the night before and nothing was helping him.

It felt wrong to talk to Danny. Danny could have fully died and Tucker would be at fault for leaving like he did. His guilt tripled when he caught a glimpse of a bandage on Danny’s arm. That wasn’t there the day before. Would it have been prevented if Tucker was there to help? He adverted his eyes to the ground, mentally wishing he had his PDA or even just something he could fidget with to distract him.

It was the end of the school day when the routine changed. The three of them would normally go to either Nasty Burger or, if Danny couldn’t go that day, the park to walk around before going to his house to play Doomed or some other game and do homework. They couldn’t play at Danny’s cause his parents would cannibalize any game system he ended up getting and Sam’s parents thought the video games were for boys and would throw it out the second they found it. Tucker had walked out of the high school’s doors unable to remember what they had done his last class. All he wanted to do was go home and forget yesterday had even happened.

Sam was walking ahead of them. It was weird, as the three had always walked home together unless one of them was sick or just not in school that day. Maybe she heard about what had happened and decided that he wasn’t worth her time anymore. Maybe she was breaking off the friendship and hoping he would take the hint. Tucker squeezed his backpack straps harder than he was before at the realisation.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Danny’s arm wrapping around his shoulder with casual affection. As much as Tucker hated to make the connection, he could see the ways Jack and Maddie had an effect on him. Danny could be loud in his affection, much like Jack, but also knew when someone just needs him to be there, like Maddie. That didn’t change after he died, thankfully. If anything, it was turned up to 11 with his protection obsession.

Danny didn’t say anything while they walked down their street, just kept his arm over Tucker’s shoulder.It was tight enough that had a grounding pressure but loose enough that he could escape from it easily. They passed his house and walked to Fentonworks, up the stairs and into Danny’s room. He hung his backpack on the hooks on the door, so his leftover lunch doesn’t come back to life. When he turns back around, he’s met with Danny with his beret in his hands. It was dirty and had two or three holes, completely unwearable now. Tears formed in his eyes as that had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. He collapsed to his knees with a sob, tears now obscuring his vision fully.

Arms circle around him while he cries and apologizes. Apologizes for not helping; for being a coward. They kept spewing from his lips as the arms still held him. The body the arms were attached to was saying something, but Tucker could hear it over his own voice. it wasn’t until he felt the NotMad-ItsOk-Safe-Safe through his core that his verbal spiral stopped and he started to calm down. It was hard to lie though the bonds.

Danny was truly not mad at him.

A couple minutes later, Tucker pulled away from Danny. He brought a hand to his eyes to wipe the tears away. He took a few deep breaths before he stood up again and got off the ground. He went over to Danny’s bed and sat on the edge, the burnt berrete still in his hands. He twisted it back and forth anxiously while Danny pulled up the office chair that he had gotten from dumpster diving a couple years back.

“I don’t blame you for not helping yesterday, Tucker.” Danny had started. Tucker had opened his mouth to refute the statement but was cut off by Danny continuing. “ You didn’t even have anything to fight humans on you at the time. There was no way you nor Sam could help. I wouldn’t want you guys to either. i had the ability to at the very least protect myself and I don’t want you guys being injuered or worst because I couldn’t help.”

“But heroes don’t run away from problems. They face them head-on.” Tucker knew it was a weak counter argument but he was grasping at straws at this point. By the look on Danny’s face, he could tell too. It was just, he couldn’t comprehend the fact Danny didn’t blame him even though he absolutely should. Danny should be able to trust his friends to have his back instead of running away.

“ That’s the thing, though. All the heroes we see probably had mentors or were at least adults when they started. We’re just a group of teenagers trying to protect our town from being turned to rubble. We barely have any adult help. We’re just teenagers. We shouldn’t have to be the ones fighting. We should be able to work with the adults instead of against them. We’re still young and are going to have trauma responses to what we’re going though. I refuse to let you think I blame you for this.” Danny had refuted.

He was right. Tucker knew that for a fact. It was wrong that they had to sacrifice so much and couldn’t even place a single ounce of trust in the people who they should be able to trust the most. They should be able to call for help - hero help- without worrying about the potential consiquinses. There was alot of shoulds in the world though and no amount of hoping would get them magically done. A sense of determination filled him at that thought. The best way to help like he’s needing to is by gathering information.

“I’m guessing you talked with Jazz. Because, no offense, that was a little too emotionally intelligent comming from you.” Tucker joked lightly, trying to lighten up the mood. Danny put a hand to his chest like he was clutching imaginary pearls and breathed in a highly dramatic and full of false offense gasp.

“Me? Emotionally stupid? Never.” Danny started dramatically, a little bit of laughter peaking though at the end, which caused Tucker to snort and they fell into full-blown laughing fits. They could barely get a word in until they calmed down and that had taken forever. When they did, Danny continued what he was saying while wiping a tear from his eye. “Of course, I went to Jazz. She’s, like, the holder of the brain cell. Which, ya know, rude. I deserve some time with the brain cell once in a while.”

“ Danny, last time you had the brain cell, you ended up dead. Me on the other hand…”

“Tuck, I can name 5 reasons you shouldn’t have the brain cell, ever.”

They continued to banter like that the rest of the night, or at least till Tucker had to go home. They had done their homework while the portal underneath their feet hummed lightly but welcomely, like it had continue to do since Pariah Dark was defeated. He went home when Jazz got off of work around 7ish. He didn’t know why Jazz still worked or how she still had a job, with all the stores that had originally opened starting to close back down.

He’s just glad his parents hadn’t asked about yesterday when he got home.

The next day was better than the pervious one.

He was able to wake up early enough that he held a proper service for his damaged beret, which he had named Bettie, and eat breakfast with his parents. His PDA, which he named Beitrice, sat firmly in his pocket while his newly-contaminated laptop was in his backpack. He hadn’t thought of a name for his laptop yet, but it would come to him eventually. He had tried to do some digging in to the databases from his bedroom last night but he was too far away to get in. He was planning on going to Nasty Burger afterschool to try and get a better connection.

When he whispered his plan to Sam and Danny, only Sam had offered to come with. Accoriding to Danny, his parents had drug him and Jazz out of bed in the middle of the night to show them some invention and, along with the back to back nightly fights, he was exausted and was planning on going into a “mini coma“ after school that day. Both he and Sam wished him good luck with that as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

They split ways after school, Danny leaning heavily on Jazz as they walk away. They both seemed even more tired, if that was even possible. He and Sam went in the oppisite direction and headed to the local fast food joint, if you could even call it that at this point. When everybody had recoverd, Nasty Burger and the local grocery store never really oppened back up and became teenage hangout spots. Of course they had the employee only sections triple locked so nobody would try to rob the place, but he would bet 20 bucks that nobody had any intention on doing so. They would end up loosing the hangout space if that happened.

They took their normal seats in the corner , which was perfect to hide what they were doing while still being in range of the Ecto-net router, the GIW’s wifi signal, and his own offline computer. it was a perfect little sweet spot. He started to attempt and get into the GIW’s files while Sam turned into a combonation of a barrier and a gaurd, blocking peoples view of what they were doing as unsuspitiously as possible.

He and Sam may get into fights - nobody could forget the meat vs vegetable arguement they had last year- but she’s always had his back and covered for him when he needed to do his tech thing. He, of course, returns the favor as best as he can, though it can sometimes be found lacking. They were a team, though and though. They weren’t really chaotic together, though he knew she enjoyed the chaos he and Danny bring into her life, it was more filled with silent support. Unlike Danny and Jazz, they had never grown up around all the weirdness that was the Fentons and Ghost, so if one of them just needed a break from the crazy, they knew the other would be there.

It had taken about 30 miniutes to get in though the wifi network, but he had gotten in. The pages whole color scheme was a hospital white, giving him a slight shiver down his spine, with a multitude of tabs lining the top of the page. The tabs held labels like ‘Data and Stats’ and ‘Projects’. He made sure his laptop was muted before taking a screenshot and sending it to his main computer. He continued taking the screenshots; going though all four tabs and sending them to the computer. Until he came across a conerning project in the last tab.

They had named it Project Open Invitation and it was marked completed. He took screenshots and saved photos before reading more deeply into it. From what Tucker could gather, it had been completed around the the end of the first month and talked about a law inwhich they had admitted to commiting both voter and government fraud and bribing alot of officials to be able to get the law to pass and be enacted so quickly. He mentally tried to remember the laws acronym as he continued to skim and screenshot. he was finshed 15 minutes later.

For the next hour they worked on homework, until he felt a slight chill in the air. While Tucker did get powers from his liminality, neather he nor Sam had gotten a full ghost sense like Danny. For them, it was something akin to getting a chill up your spine. The closer the the ghost was the bigger the shiver. They packed their things in thier bag as quick as they could without rousing any suspition then headed for the door. They knew the routine by heart now so neither of them had to talk though any of it. Once they were a good distance away, they slipped into a near by alley and put in their comms.

“Phantom, do you need help?” Sam whispered in ghost speak.

“Nope, just forgot about a schedueled playdate with Youngblood is all.” he had responded in kind. It was then that the ghost alarms rang and they seen the GAV barreling down the road. With a quiet “Faex”, Danny’s end of the line went quiet. Tucker breathed out a sigh. He always hated this part, walking away from being there for Danny. Judging by Sam’s sigh, she felt the same. Atleast they knew who he was fighting against this time, even if it was his parents.

“ I still belive we should go a help him, no matter what he said.” Sam slightly complained. He could feel the Fear-Nervous comming off her.

“It’s still one of his boundries though.” Tucker matched her with a feeling of ItsOk-HeWillBeFine.

“Still think its stupid.”

“Just because you think that, doesn’t mean you cross it. Now, come on. You can help he patch him up.”

They ran to Tucker house, about 15 minutes away from the alley they were at. They greeted his Mom, as his Dad was still at work, and went up stairs. He grabbed the first aid kit from deeper inside his closet. It doesnt look like what a normal first aid kit would look like. It was in a dented metal lunch box with some superhero imprinted on the top. It was, also, covered in hazard and ghost stickers they had found online. Some of them were special stickers, as they were either shiny, glowed, or were textured.

He opened the box and got out the all the usuals for when this would happen. Burn cream, gauze, and medical tape in hand, he moved out the closet just in time for Danny to float in though the wall. Tucker took in the state he was in. There wasnt many injures, thankfully. What catches his attation is the large burns on his forearms. There are three large burns, two on his right and one on his left, clearly made by an ecto-blaster. Surrounding the them is smaller burns, most likely spash back. Besides the burns, smaller cuts and scrapes littered any exposed flesh.

Sam lowered Danny on to his hardwood floor as he set the materials. He handed Sam the gauze as Danny detransformed. Tucker put on a pair of medical gloves and started spreading burn cream on the wound. They definetly needed to be looked at by a profeshional, but they didnt have that oppertunity. So they double-padded the gauze while wrapping it in medical tape sparringly. He hoped that they would heal by tomorrow, but he wasn’t holding his breath about it. The smaller ones were cleaned out but not covered, as they were working on the paycheck of someone who worked part time.

After cleaning and bandaging the burns and putting things away, they managed to get Danny to take a nap in Tucker’s bed. It didn’t take much to convice him, thankfully. After Sam left to tell Jazz about Danny’s whereabouts, Tucker got started looking though all the screenshots he had sent. He was surprised that he could even get to them. They were all interesting in some fashion and were being transcribed into their database.

The database was his baby and his best coding work to date. Multiple layers of codes and encriptions were cencased in layers apon laylers of ectoplasm-enriched code. It held everything close to the four of them, every adventure and weakness and connection they ever had. He heavily gaurded it with an AI he had made. Its soul objective was to tear apart any opperating system that had no ectoplasm in it at his command. It was truely his favorite creation. He trusted it to hold both the transcriptions and screenshots behind the the locked tab.

The Guys in White held unusual infromation in their database. The health records he could see, they were apart of the CDC after all, but things like ‘ Ectoplasm Rating’ were confusing to him. How would they even measure that. Thankfully, each slot was blank, so he had some time to prevent the scan. He went back to what interested him at Nasty Burger. Project Open Invitation.

According to them, Project Open Invitation was step one of a larger project to eventually take down the Meta and Ailiens Protection Act. They were hoping the new law law they had proposed would create the slippery slope they needed to get it rolling. They kept referncing the law all over the place. They called it the Ectoplasm Contaminatin and Control Acts, or the ECCA for short. They were slipped into a bill about how to properly contain and despose of radioactive materials. It was signed by Lex Luthor for probabley not good reasons. Luthor and Vlad had the same frootloop vibes.

Just as he was going to look up the Act on his PDA, Sam walking in the door. She took her boots off by his door before pulling up the same wooden chair she used the other day. With a light huff, she fell into the chair and leaned forwards. He went about connecting his phone to the ectonet router. With it connected, he went and searched for the act.

“ So, what are we looking at?” Sam asked.

“ Some thing big. And bad, real bad.” Tucker was still looking while he talked. “ From what i could gather, their end goal is to get rid of MAPA. They had already completed the first step. Now if i could find the bill they keep refernceing then I could figure out how to turn this against them.” He contininued his searching vigrously while Sam took a look at what he had found.

“ Try looking at recent bills about how to dispose of radioactive material. “ Tucker took her sugeestion and looked it up. Sure enough, a bill was bearly passed a month ago about how to properly dispose of and contain radioactive materials and mentioned ectoplasm. He scrolled up to the top and started screenshotting everything. He quickly turned the wifi off on his PDA and sent the screen shots to his lap top.

He and Sam read though the law together, Sam puting some of the legalese into language he could understand. It starts simple; a bill talking about how to protect the enviroment by containing toxic materials and attempting to dispose of it as cleanly as possiable. It was honestly a bill he could see Sam standing by so far. What shook them to the core is what it said to do with affected people or towns.

If a person registers at a 5 or above on the Ectoplasm Contamination Scale and has no meta gene, he or she shall become governmet property and are to be handed over to the Ghost Investigation wawrd. If a town shall have 60% or more of its population register at or above the acceptable level, the town shall be quarentined to a nessasary dregree accoing to the Ghost Inestigation Ward as to not spread the contamintion.

A quiet “shit” left their mouths as the same time as they processed what they just read. Sam stood and sarted pacing and curinsing under her breath. He knew they both were radiating Terror-Distress but their was no way to stop it. Tucker was still with shock. HOw to you prosses the fact that you no longer have rights.

“ We need to tell Danny and Jazz. They definitly would be affected by this.” Tucker wispered from from his seat. He doesnt think his voice could go higher at the moment, so he was thankful that Sam had sensitive hearing.

“ I’ll go get Jazz. You wake up Danny.”

Before he could even respond, she was back out his door, leaving her boots in his doorway. He peeled himself off the chair and went to wake Danny up. It took a good ten muinutes, but he was up by the time Sam got back with Jazz, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“ What is so important that you woke us up at,” Jazz aquinted at the clock in his room. “ 6:30 at night?” Sam and Tucker exchanged glances. This was real now.

“ We went to the Nasty Burger after school, liked planned, so Tucker can get what he needed digitally.” Sam started. She turned to look at Tucker.

“ What we found was disturbing to say the least. Their plan is to destroy meta and alien protection laws and use them as test subject or soldiers. And according to the new law, us and atleast 60% of Amnity Park are considered non-sentiant and government property.” Tucker watched their faces as they took in the information. Tears formed in Jazz’s eyes as Danny stood up the angryiest he had ever seen him.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“ How can you be so sure about that, Danny?! How?!” Sam raised her voice.

“ Because I’m going going to raze those fuckers into the ground for every thinking they could touch my people.” Danny responded to her in ghost speak. Only Sam or Jazz could get though to him now, and seeing as Jazz couldn’t at the moment, Sma stepped up. Tucker went to comfort Jazz. He’s carpmentalized the information already, ready to be unboxed at a later date. Prephably alone.

He put an arm around Jazz and pulled her close. All he could do was tell her “ they were going to do something about this. Even if they have to contact the Justice Leauge.” Tucker didnt pay attention to the arguement in front of them. He was busy thinking.

What’s going to happen next? He had no idea. He wished that he had some sort of direction to go. But he could tell that something big was on the verge of happening and hoped that it was good. With their luck, it probley wasn’t.

Danny and Sam’s arguement had ended some time ago and they ended next to the two of them, Sam leaned against his other side and Danny on Jazz’s other. They ended up falling asleep like that, all curlled up together. Protecting eachother in their sleep and being there when one of them has envitably a nightmare.

It’s been two weeks since they had found out about the ECCA.

Alot had happended between then and now though. The morning after they had a conversation about the information they had found out , and they came to the conclusion to let Danny take control of patrols and for each of them to carry at least a wrist blaster of something to defend themselves. They found and stole the prototype Jack and Maddie was making to scan people and get their ecto-levels. Val ended up being fully inducted into Team Phantom for her own protection, as rates a 5.25 on the ecto- scale. The one of the only reasons it was even considered was because of her progess on her view on ghost and her wilingness to go the non-leathal route when taking in ghost since becoming an honorary member.

Just a pretty hecktic couple of weeks.

The whole team had taken to hanging out his room daily. It was a relief to to see them safe and not taken. Sam and Val had taken to playing stardew valley on his playstation while Danny worked on homework and Jazz was at work at the local library. He had been working on making sure that their readings always read under the legal limit when a loud and repetive dinging came from his desktop computer.

He quickly put his laptop to the side and headed to his desk. Lightly, he pushed Danny out of the chair and pulled the keyboard to him. He swiftly hopped on to where his AI was holding off against the outside hacker. Adreniline flooded his veins as he pounded his fingers against the keys of his keyboard. After a hot minute, he was able to lock the person on the otherside out of thier computer. With a bit of code, he threw up a chat box.

I dont reconize your system. Who are you? What are your affiliations?

A minute later, there was a responce.

It has been a while since someone had bested me. You should be proud.

Redirection, he reconized. they were probley wanting to throw him off balence. He gave them one more chance.

I wont ask again. Who are you and what is your affiliation?

He waited longer this time. After two minutes of no typing, he decided to help them speed up.

You have one minute to respond or else I will destroy your system.

He didn’t even have to wait for a reponse after that.

I go by the name Oracle while online. My employer may need this information. Can you unlock my computer?

Tucker sat back in awe at the admission.

He had just beat Oracle. He, bad luck Tuck, had just be The Oracle, the myth of the hacking forms and insperation to hackers everywhere. Deep down he wanted to fan boy at the experence but there were rumors they worked with the bats. Despite everything, they can be let loose without supervision.

Only if i monitor your actions

Deal.

He unlocks their computer and watched as they started reading the rouge descriptions. It was then that they decied it was the best time to ask their burning questions.

“ So Tuck, what was that dinging noise.” Danny asked.

“Just an alarm for an attempted breach.” He awnsered as he watched them scan though each profile, settling on a few as iif reading them closer than the others. He files the ones they stay on for later.

“Who was trying to get in?” Sam questioned.

“It was the Oracle.” He lightly gushed while he watch them finsh the rouges list and venture on to the incidents tabs. He still couldnt belive that the oracle was lookig though his database. That he may have vital information for Batman. He watched as they read battle after battle, greatful that they had chosen codenames instead of personal ones. It was only when they started hovering over Danny’s tab that he lock them out and pulled up the chat.

Phantoms off limits.

Phantom had to be, no matter how much he wanted to let someone on the outside know. It was to much of a risk to let Phantom’s secerts to a person he hadn’t even met face to face. He wasn’t risking it ubtil he was 200% sure it it wouldn’t blow up in his face. The response came a minute later.

Your Phantom’s guy in the chair, right? I can help with that.

It was a simplified veresion of what he did but they were basicly right. Val and Danny were thier main fighters while he, Sam, and Jazz provied backup. Alot of his backup was tech related but it was still backup. Pushing that aside, why would they want to help him out. He was just a small town tech nerd. Plus people always wanted something in return, so unless he knows what the catch is he can accept it.

Whats the catch? Nobdy would do that for free.

You seem to know alot about ghosts. We have had a few show up in Gotham here recently. Help me debrief the others tomorrow and we can talk more about what the mentorship would look like.

He though about the offer. Talk to the bats and gain a mentor. It wasn’t that simple in reality. It wasn’t only his secrets that were kept in there. He couldn’t be the only one to make this desion.

Let me talk with my team.

He could feel their couriosity as he turned his chair. He took a deep breath and rested his chin on his entwined fingers. He looked at all three of them, leaving the suspense hanging in the air.

“ Oracle wants to mentor me.”

“ Are you serious? They want to mentor you?” Sam exclaimed. He nodded in confermation. “ What did they want in return?”

“ Just to act as a consultant on ghost for the Bats. They said that some of them had showed up in gotham so, yeah.”

“ I heard some rumors in the realms about three other halfas from Gotham. Appaerntly they are young too, older than me for sure but younger than Vlad.” Danny introjected into the conversation.

“ From what I’ve been told, city spirts were picky with who they let in though.” Val said.

They continued the converesation for about an hour and ended up on acceptence but with limitations, like staying out of their lock servers. He turned around and awnsered the awaiting question while waving is freinds bye while they leave. It was about 7 o’clock now so Jazz was off work and it getting late.

Your not getting anymore access, but I accept.

He unlocks their computer again before working on intergrating a chat option and removing the locked pages on Oracle’s copy of the database and puting it on their computer. They had stayed on long enough for him to put it on there and tell him what time was best for he consultation then logged off. He apperiated the quick log off; he was tired and need to eat before bed. It was then that him mom called him down for dinner. They offered to watch a movie after dinner, but he said that he was tired and went to bed, preparing to tomorrow.

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Friends | Surprise

Sam and Tucker were acting weird. They hadn’t had any arguments about animals, or meat, or who’s turn it was to have the Doom controller… nothing.

It was suspicious.

And yeah, okay, they were all 16 now, so they could maybe just be getting more mature. Danny, himself, had stopped being a gremlin to Vlad, which after two years had actually messed with the guy more than anything Danny had done, so that was a plus! The Fruitloop had spent the last few months constantly on guard, expecting some prank to befall him. It was fantastic!

But back to Danny’s dilemma.

His friends were acting weird, and Danny couldn’t help but think it was because of the Big Reveal.

No, not Danny telling his parents about Phantom. That had gone well enough, as by then they’d realized that Phantom was helping and sentient, not just a pile of malicious ectoplasm.

No, the Big Reveal had been from Danny parents, who after hearing Danny’s confession has given one of their own:

Danny was adopted. In itself, not a big deal. They were still his family, they all still loved one another, it didn’t really change anything.

No, the Big part of the Reveal had been the fact that his birth father was none other than Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne.

Apparently, as a just-legal adult he’d had a pretty serious thing going on with a woman named Selina Kyle, but she left him at the alter when they were both 20, only for her to discover her pregnancy. By then, Bruce had taken in an orphaned Dick Grayson, and Selina had decided that she didn’t want to overwhelm him with a newborn on top of a nine-year-old. But she also didn’t think she’d make a good parent, but wanted to be sure the baby would be safe and loved and cared for, and so decided to look for a family herself.

Eventually, she’d come across the Fenton’s file on her advocate’s desk, saw that they were rejected due to their ‘line of work’, and decided to check them out.

Anyway, long story short, she liked them, they loved him, Selina used some of her ‘contacts’ to get the paperwork sorted and legalized, and Bam! New baby Daniel Thomas Fenton, ready for action!

… Yeah, Danny thinks Selina was probably into some stuff, and left Bruce because of a scam gone wrong or something.

But again, he’s waaay off topic. His friends are being weird, he’s like 87% positive it’s about his birth parents, and now they’re both obsessively checking their phones like—

Knock knock kno— INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! INTRU—

“Oh, sorry about that, we must have missed one when we were disabling them. Please, come in!”

Aaaand now there’s apparently people over? From the noise, it’s like five people or so, though they all walk so quietly on the carpeting it’s hard to tell, even with Danny’s enhanced hearing. He turns to ask his friends if they remembered his parents saying something about guests, only to see two identical grins.

‘Uh oh. Those looks combined usually mean bad news for me. Maybe I should take off while I’ve got the chance?’

Unfortunately, his friends knew him too well, and they both instantly blackmailed him with embarrassing Phantom PhailsTM videos.

So stayed he did, and down he went, once his mom called for them. The entire way down the stairs, his friends are grinning and smothering laughs and just generally acting like elementary school all over again.

Taking one, bracing breath, Danny prepares to see whatever the h*ll kind of prank his ‘besties’ have set up for him, and turns the corner into the living room.

…’Is that Bruce f*cking Wayne on our couch?!’

————

Indeed. Indeed it is, along with Dick Grayson, who grins and ruffles his hair; Jason Todd, who offers an eye roll and a fist bump (and hoo-boy, that’s some very corrupted ecto in there, Danny’d better check that later); Tim Drake, who very distractedly shakes his hand before diving back into a conversation with Mom about their security system; and Damien Wayne, who gives him the stink-eye and only very grudgingly shakes Danny’s hand as well after Bruce nudges him into it.

So. That’s a thing, now. Meeting his super-famous estranged family members because his friends thought it’d be good both as a ‘parents-blew-themselves-up-and-Danny’s-not-a-legal-adult’ back-up plan (which, Danny can admit, is necessary, after he’d already had to put out several fires down there this month), and of course, a great prank to play. No doubt Tucker has several videos of Danny’s gaping.

After the awkward introductions comes an even more awkward dinner, though thankfully the atmosphere is due to all around lack of conversation skills and not a re-run of Night of the Living Food. (Thought Danny’s pretty sure he saw the meatballs wiggle a bit)

Eventually, everyone winds up at the front door, with yet even more awkward goodbyes and see-you-laters and a few, yes, awkward hand shakes.

By the time they door closes behind them, with a promise to join Danny and his friends at the mall tomorrow, he has decided one thing, for absolute certain:

‘I am soooo getting them back for this! Watch out for your own surprises, friends.’

————

In case you’re curious:

Bruce- 36

Dick/Barbara- 25

Jason/Jazz- 18

Tim/Steph/Team Phantom- 16

Duke- 14

Damien- 12

[caffeinated-and-annoying-bard]

i've been thinking of writing a stardew valley au of the magnus archives with martin as the farmer and jon as some misanthrope researcher living maybe on a flat above the library instead of gunther (perhaps he's researching the strange monsters that appear in the mines and you don't see nearly anywhere else in the world...)

if i were to write it, i think it would be fun to replace canon sdv characters with tma characters, wouldn't it? maybe sasha as maru, perhaps renting a room in the house in the mountains from robin (assuming i don't change her for, say, gertrude? eric and gerry could be there as well. perhaps the house is gertrude's but eric is her assistant– or her son and gerry her actual grandson– and has taken over some of the manual work with her aging, and gerry as sebastian?)

perhaps helen and michael could be there instead of emily and haley? trevor and daisy (julia is in a band now. good for her.) could run the adventurer's guild and daisy could be in shane's place (see: recovering from addiction/unhealthy habits as a parallel to the hunt) perhaps she'd be physically disabled in some way, that would be an explanation as to why the mines are not purged from monsters overnight (can you tell i love daisy)?? basira could be in marnie's place and helping daisy recover while she recovers herself? :)

tim and danny as sam and vincent, with danny as an older vincent but younger than canon danny, perhaps?? waiting for their father or mother or both to return from the war with the gotoro empire? (maybe he had always lived there, moved to a bigger city for a while and returned when the war started. maybe he, sasha and jon are working for the same long-term monster researching project. wouldn't it be nice if martin just came bumbling around one day and drastically started indirectly improving their research productivity with his sdv farmer endeavors?? the four of them engaging in shenanigans?? think about it.)

georgie could be kind of like sandy/visit from time to time from the city, make it a jon heart event first and then a melanie one. melanie could be an aggressive version of leah ("youtuber lives in charming yet spooky town in a cabin in the woods, has a successful channel and a podcast girlfriend. good for her.")

there would be different heart events suiting more the canon characters (maybe sasha's 8-heart could be her venting about how she moved to pelican town because someone tried to kill her and steal her identity, tim's about how a circus kidnapped his little brother as a kid like in that one statement, etc. and i'm vibrating like i'll break glass jusr by thinking of what to do with jon.)

at some point jon is sent by elias to the "my ex-husband took the furniture" quest and martin tags along for the fun of it.

i don't know what to do with harvey because he's my husband and i love him and i don't want him gone but i'll think about it. after all, i'm still missing caroline, pierre and abigail (although they could pretty well be mikaele salesa running the store with annabelle working and living there.) perhaps naomi herne should suit the harvey role?? she's peaceful enough to not make me angry for not getting to have my dearest harvey right there. she'd be a doctor, obviously, and perhaps michael could work with her as a part-time nurse? she's waiting for her husband to return from the war (evan herne was sent to the army by his family for abandoning the lukas jojamart family business and marrying naomi, but he'll come back, fear not.)

diego molina and agnes montague as pam and penny doesn't sound bad, and i'm seriously considering having elias be both lewis and the wizard. for the fun of it? perhaps everyone but jon (and later martin) wonders who the wizard is- he calls himself the wizard j. magnus because he's a pretentious bastard. (jon has been set in a position where if he reveals this he gets turned into a plant or something) and he's also the mayor of the town (his legal name is very much elias bouchard.) also, instead of the affair with marnie he has an affair with morris the jojamart guy (peter lukas.)

george, evelyn and alex could be replaced by julia and trevor– they could be softer, less hunt but still recovering from the same thing as daisy– and julia could have a petty feud with jon because, before she knew she was a lesbian, she fancied gerry and gerry used jon as an escape tactic. nothing came of it between gerry and jon but the incident stayed and it was very funny to everyone else.

jude perry could fit clint (and keep on her incel pining over agnes, have a petty feud with jon, because she burned his hand "accidentally" and also because jon is very good at creating petty feuds with people. martin and i both love that man), and krobus and the dwarf could stay like that, etc. and perhaps jas could be daisy's goddaughter that she's struggling to raise (it could be an event, her realising that she needs to pull herself together and stop letting basira raise her alone, just paying half the bills won't cut it– maybe they weren't even together before this and a year or two after her starting the path towards recovery they get together??)

perhaps for willy we could put oliver banks and mike crew there?? local lightning-scarred man is entranced by the vastness of the sea (+his goth not-yet-partner). local hot goth fisherman is so done with everything and just wants peace with the dead quiet of the sea (he rants about death to martin as a heart event, fight me). they should also be a little bit older, to balance the age range of people in town and also because yes.

also jojamart. i think it shoudl stay jojamart because i need someone to make a jmart pun somewhere.

if i should set elias as the wizard/lewis, peter lukas as morris jojamart, who could simon fairchild be?gus, maybe? god knows he's funny enough to be the owner of a saloon. it's funny to imagine his banter with helen while working busy nights there (helen i love you why does the fandom only care about michael.)

i don't know who else i could switch off but if anyone has any ideas both the comment section and my ask box are open :)

[deuynndoodles]

[id: a banner including an icon of catori to the left, and to the right, text reading out the op's username, which is deuynndoodles (pronounced dune-doodles). catori is a small, blue, star-themed raccoon with a red ribbon tied around her neck. she is sticking out her tongue happily. end id]

kofi ★ commissions (open)

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hi there, i'm dey and i'm an artist! use whatever pronouns you'd like. i mainly do visual illustrations, comics, and doodles, but i dabble in animation, poetry, and writing on occasion.

cheers! ✌💫

[id: a colored, digital meet the artist. the artist, named dey, is young and feminine presenting. they have warm, light skin, brown eyes, various moles and freckles, and their wavy, scruffy brown hair is in a high ponytail. they have a tail and pointed ears. they wear a t-shirt dress, a hoodie around their waist, ripped jeans, sneakers, and most notably, a key necklace. dey waves at the viewer with a grin and a wink. an arrow points to them, saying "my sona".

catori, a small, slight blue raccoon, slinks around dey's shoulders. she has stars peppered throughout the dark of her fur and wears a ribbon around her neck. an arrow points to her and says her name.

dey is gesturing to some text and flags in the upper corner. it says dey is an adult, uses any/mirror pronouns, and their birthday is june 15th. they are agender and aroace, american, and autistic.

in another section, their likes are listed out. they enjoy loz (legend of zelda) and danny phantom. their favorite animals are raccoons and they enjoy spending their time watching cartoons, learning, and making art.

in the last section, their daily essentials are drawn. they include, from left to right: a phone, a water bottle, a wallet, keys, a usb c charger, bluetooth headphones, a tablet, and a pen and stylus. end id]

beliefs and faq under the cut!

my beliefs

anti racism. i acknowledge i am on stolen land.

pro queer rights. people are who they say they are, despite how 'contradictory' it seems.

pro choice. give people the support and medical care they need.

pro disabled rights. self dx is valid. fakeclaiming is always bad. all people own their bodies, no one else, and reserve the right to do whatever they'd like.

pro endo. plurality is already stimatized enough, no infighting, please.

neither proship or antiship, but a secret third thing (wants people to touch grass). tag appropriately and we won't have problems.

fiction influences reality, and vice versa. they are not 1:1 but affect each other. ensuring media comprehension and literacy is important so we don't get things mixed up.

atheist. i do my best to support, but there are some things i simply can't wrap my head around. apologies in advance.

anti ai. as it is now, most ais are built off stolen work and scraped databases. legal protections must be set up.

honesty is the best policy. i tend to be blunt and straightforward, simply because i dislike playing the game of social norms. i never mean to offend and i will tell you directly if something offends me.

note that this is not a dni. i would, instead, prefer people to keep these in mind when interacting. i reserve the right to block.

if i ever do something offensive and/or juxtaposes with something above, please let me know in a private space.

faq

q: what do you use to draw?

a: i use a samsung galaxy tab s8 and draw in ibispaint.

q: what are mirror pronouns?

a: i borrow your pronouns—hence the phrase 'mirror'. when you refer to me, use your own pronoun set. (ex: if you use she/they, when you refer to me, also use she/they.)

q: what are the dates in the tags of your posts for?

a: i buffer my posts in case i go through an art block phase. the date represents the day i finished work on the file (in mm/dd/yy format).

q: can i make something based on a thing of yours?

a: of course! just @ me in the post + give credit if it's specific enough :]

q: may i use your art as a pfp/phone background/etc?

a: i'm perfectly fine with personal use. just link back to my account if others will see it. if you are profiting off my art, however, that is a whole 'nother conversation we should have in dms.

[usaigi]

Usaigi's HFH Headcanon List

Official employed H4H are: Luke Cage (aka the boss), Danny Rand (aka the money), Misty Knight, Colleen Wing, Claire Temple (Night Nurse). Nelson & Murdock are their lawyers on retainer.

Contrary to population belief, Daredevil is not a HFH, he just shows up to fights something. He still gets an invite to the office parties though. He brings chips and guac. Matt also always brings chips and guac, what a coincidence..

Jessica is also not a HFH, she has her own business she's passionate about (aka Alias) but does collaborate with them often. And she's on their health insurance.

Moon Knight is a contractor. Like, not ""legally"" he's not on the company's payroll but like Daredevil, keeps inviting himself to their fights. Unlike Daredevil, they contently yell at him for "excessive violence" and "Jake! Don't kill that guy!" Ugh, so annoying. Literally Latinophobia. Does very much take advantage of the office mini fridge and steal all their coffee

Likewise, Layla is indepent. Sometimes they work together, sometimes she brings couscous to the potluck, sometimes she's out of the country for half the year.

Ex-Intern Peter. What was Peter's job exactly? No one remember. He's still on their health insurance plan 👍 Thanks Danny!

Intern Miles! They actually just hired him to do a mural in and outside their building so he's not actually an intern they just call him that. Rio goes to Matt's church and mentioned Miles needing some pocket money, HFH needed art, so it all worked out. Miles email the office his concept art, Colleen added her suggestions, and Matt approved it(yeah) and that's why the mural is the four of them with slogans like: "Black Lives Matter" "No one is illegal on stolen land" "Gringo go home" "Stop Asian Hate" "ACAB" "Disability rights are human rights" etc. in the background. Luke thinks it's cheesy but that's his fault for never checking his work email, "Sweet Christmas. What's that on my head? A metal tiara? I look like a damn fool." Danny think it looks badass. Danny is not a reliable source.

Luke and Danny are best friends in the same way that a job will have you 21 with a 35 year old best friend "like I hope Luke will be down to get Taco Bell after out shift of solving racism and inequalities"

The first floor of the H4H building is their office, downstairs is Claire's clinic (open to all vigilantes), upstairs is their apartment. They all got their own homes but they crash their more often than they care to admit. There a beer pong table in the middle of the kitchen that's been up for three months. It'll probably stay up for another three month.

The TV in their lobby is always playing Dragon Ball Z. Why? "Most of our clients are black and latino and they love Goku!"

[lexosaurus]

Hi! I follow Imekitty on Fanfiction and Tumblr. I loved your fic, Danny's struggle to re-adjust to life after revelation and plighting against the trauma of GiW is brilliantly executed! I read your chp 18 "Everything Was White" DP fic. I wanted to say that if you're writing the fic under real-world or semi-real world rules, then Operative O verbally intimidating Danny should count for as some kind lawful restraint/victim intimidation violation. Sure, they can't physically engage with him, but verbal, especially is words/statements' contents is or implies threats or emotional trauma provocation, are a thing that maybe could be explored. Just my two cents.

Hi! Thanks for the comment! I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far, and yes I am writing under semi-real world rules (starting with real world rules, and bending as I please haha). And I absolutely LOVE that you're pointing this out because it gives me an excuse to ramble about my writing decisions! Sorry, you've basically unlocked a monster lmao.

I didn't think O's interaction with Danny worked in the legal sense because O was just there on—as he said—a routine inspection. Danny was the one to confront him in the hallway, and Danny was the one who acted aggressively. O's response was careful to not include any (apparent) threats, and his intimidation tactic was hidden (this becomes apparent next chapter).

Now you and I both know that O was actually threatening Danny, and that the only reason why he showed up to the school was to see and intimidate Danny. But it doesn't look that way from the outside. I mean, if a student took a video of the incident, they'd just see a very angry, glowing-eyed halfa Danny storming up to a government agent, the agent saying something the video can't pick up, and then the angry ghost backing down and being escorted away by a teacher. That's not really anything concrete enough for the courts to go off of, ESPECIALLY remembering that no one knows that O has a personal connection to Danny! And yes, even though it's very obvious that there was some foul play between the GIW and Danny (aka he's disabled), not only was experimenting on ghosts legal to do, but O and his team could have very easily lied about what really happened in the reports. Honestly, I don't think anyone in the government or judicial system would care enough to dig deeper.

One topic that I really like to compare Danny's situation to is Gitmo because it has a history of torture and basically acts outside of US government "oversight". When you dig into it, there have been cases of ex-prisoners trying to sue for damages, and the US basically went "lol fuck off you can't sue us for this." Or they went "We don't condone what happened, but we're not gonna see your case because of national security matters." And I could TOTALLY see them doing a similar thing to Danny to shut him down.

Now of course, the irl prisoners weren't suing for intimidation, but I think that sort of history of people in power 'protecting the abusers' is really relevant to the fic. And we see cases like this not only in Gitmo, but also just in the general criminal law too. I mean, there's a reason why cops are so famous for abusing their wives. They can get away with it, plain and simple. The laws don't really apply to them because they stand together above the law.

It's all very complicated and messy. So yes while you're ABSOLUTELY right that O did go after Danny here and yes he should never be allowed within 100 yards of Danny again, I don't think that one interaction alone is nearly telling enough for Danny's family to get any sort of protection for him. Especially since Danny hasn't said a word about O specifically to...well...anyone.

[fiction-bks]

JANUARY READS 📚 49 BOOKS. Avg-rating: 🌟🌟🌟⭐️ 📚𝟱 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛📚 • Above and Beyond series by Jody Klaire is good. 🌟🌟🌟🌟 Book 1: The Empath is so far my favorite. • We Deserve Monuments by Jas Hammonds 🌟🌟🌟🌟 Every time I see a book with a black woman on the cover and it is sapphic, I am reading it. And this was good. Family secrets can be poison. • Scatter by Molly J. Braggs 🌟🌟🌟🌟 At first, I wasn't sure whether to read this or not because I don't find time travel interesting at all. But the love between Danny and Focus, now that was beautiful. • The Legal Lady #1 Hayfield Manor by Jody Klaire 🌟🌟🌟🌟 Detective, Ice Queen, Disability, Thriller - Now that's a potent cocktail. • Wings #1 Dark Wings Descending by Lesley Davis 🌟🌟🌟🌟 This is the first time I have read a book about demons/angels/half-breeds that is sapphic. I am sure there are more out there but there is something more intriguing and entertaining about this book that I fully enjoyed it. Though, I am not sure about the remaining books in the series. 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: The Brutal Truth by Lee Winter 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 I am truly glad I did that reread. Ps: That mirror scene still haunts me, in a good way of course. 🔥 All books are rated and reviewed on my Goodreads account, some on Amazon through Kindle. Reviews are shared on Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr. #sapphic #lesbians #fantasy #paranormal #contemporary #ylvapublishing #boldstrokesbooks #bellabooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CoGYLxIo2u0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[atlanticcanada]

New N.B. law allows supported decision-making for intellectually disabled residents

Dianne Cormier Northrup has helped her son and daughter, who both have intellectual and physical disabilities, communicate their key life decisions for years. Soon, her support role in that process will have a legal foundation.

New Brunswick's lieutenant-governor gave assent Friday to the province's Supported Decision-Making and Representation Act, which will allow people with intellectual disabilities to appoint those who will assist in important choices they make.

In a news release, Inclusion New Brunswick said the province "has become one of the few jurisdictions in the world" to implement a court-recognized, supported decision-making process.

The new system will allow for a person with intellectual disabilities -- who may have difficulty understanding and conveying information -- to make decisions using the assistance of others who are appointed by the person or the courts. The Attorney General's office still has to provide details on how the new Bill will be administered.

Sitting with her children, Rob and Lynn Chamberlain, who have a neurological condition called autosomal familial spastic quadraplegia, Cormier Northrup -- who is 75 -- says the legislation gives her a sense of security that she and others can give voice to the siblings' personal and financial choices.

"All of us are happy about the law because supported decision making is how we've always been doing it anyway. Now it's for real, and we can use it," she said during a zoom interview from Robert and Lynn's home in Bathurst, N.B.

During the zoom call, Robert, 55, and Lynn, 52, who cannot speak, vigorously nod their heads to show they agree with the legal changes.

Robert confirms with a slight movement of his head that at times it is hard to have others understand his decisions, and then nods vigorously and makes a sound similar to "Yes," when asked if he likes to have his mother assist others in understanding.

He also smiles and nods in affirmation when asked if his mother is "a good talker," and the family shares a laugh.

When Lynn wants to add a point, she sometimes vocalizes sounds that suggests to her mother that there's further information her daughter wants to get across.

During the interview, she indicated to her mother she wanted to make clear there are others in her support-decision making circle. The mother confirms, with Lynn nodding, that her aunts, Jeannine Duguay and Marie Meagher, along with her cousin Laurie Jean, will be among those authorized to assist in making decisions.

Inclusion Canada spokesman Marc Muschler says there are elements of supported decision making in other jurisdictions across Canada, but the New Brunswick law is more comprehensive in that it allows for a broader group of people to make use of decision making supports.

He said it also provides a two-track process for the appointment of decision making supporters: one for people who can appoint their own supporters, and one that allows for someone to apply to the courts to become an "decision-making supporter."

Danny Soucy, a community planning advisor with Inclusion New Brunswick, says his son Daniel Soucy, 31, communicates through gestures and body language that he understands due to all of their years together.

"He can express his desires and we can translate his wishes," said the father during a phone interview from his home in Grand Falls, N.B.

Soucy said under the old law, if there was a significant decision to be made and Daniel couldn't directly convey his wishes to a health provider or bank, "we would have had to have him declared incompetent to make a decision for him."

"With this new law we'll be able to help and interpret what he wants and have the right decision for him made," he said.

The Bill says a person is capable of making decisions if they're able to understand information "relevant" to the decision, and appreciate the "reasonably foreseeable consequences" of a decision, "with the assistance that is available."

"A person is presumed to have the capacity to make a decision, unless the contrary is demonstrated," it reads.

Soucy does not see himself as an active decision-maker for his son, who has Down's Syndrome. Rather, he says he tries to "provide my son with the right information, allowing him to ask questions."

"As a supporter you're not making decisions, you're helping people make decisions for themselves," he said.

This report by The Canadian Press was first published Dec. 18, 2022.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/E0wI2la

[thessalian]

Thess vs Copycat Assholes

Apparently I was expected to have some things to say about Johnson at the G7 conference, saying something about how Putin would never have invaded Ukraine if he’d been a woman. (Because apparently I remember Thatcher and the Falklands better than this Eton-educated jackass twelve years my senior who was actually living in the country and not ... y’know, five when started.)

But ... no. No, we already know Johnson’s a fucking laughingstock on the world stage. What I have a problem with is how apparently the shower of arseholes we call a government apparently wants to follow the US in terms of horrible things to do to women ... and then go one better.

Prime Minister’s Questions today ... well, more Deputy Prime Minister’s Questions, since the PM was at the G7 summit, but anyway. Point is that during this half-hour cavalcade of nasty, the subject of the human rights bill they want to put into place when (because I can’t delude myself that it’s ‘if’ anymore) they pull out of the European Court of Human Rights came up. During that, Roe vs Wade came up, and the deputy PM was asked whether the Tories were going to actually put that into the Bill of Rights, since that’ll probably be the closest they have to a US-style constitution. Deputy PM’s response? “Nah; there’s already the legal precedent, so we don’t need to”.

.............Now, see, I’d love to think that Raab is just too stupid to know what Roe vs Wade is and how the Supreme Court eradicated it. But ... I don’t think that. I think he’s trying to wave it off so that whatever Roe vs Wade-type legal precedents are st in the UK can be killed because it’s not enshrined in a constitution or bill of rights. Particularly when you’ve got Tory MP Danny Kruger stating that “we shouldn’t be lecturing the Americans about this; I support this decision because women think they have absolute right of bodily autonomy but they don’t because the baaaaaby’s body is involved!”

No, seriously, look at this. This combined with the whole thing where women will have a harder time getting SA cases to trial and doctors can just slap a Do Not Resuscitate order on someone without the family or indeed the patient having any recourse (which they kind of already did in the case of some people during the worst of the pandemic - I seem to recall it was autistic people who got that done to them), and you start realising that if this is how they’re regulating our bodies, they’re going to be a lot worse with everything else.

Not that they’re not already. The new laws regarding protests came into effect today. THe new voter ID laws are coming into effect. And don’t even get me started on the transphobia shit. Apparently I don’t exist because “gender is binary and biological sex is too important to ever deny!”

Asexuals apparently don’t exist. Nonbinary people apparently don’t exist. Fine. Fuck it. They want to go around saying I’m not real? I will be the most annoying fucking cryptid in this entire fucking country. At least on the limited scale I can be given physical disability.

Also remind me never to go to a major rail station smack in the middle of rush hour ever again. ...I got some nice jars, though, and got to give a Facebook friend some of my fresh herbs. And tomorrow I pick up my dehydrator. So that’s something.

For now, though, bed. I wanted to do something fun but there was too much pain for that today, and now there’s too much exhaustion.

[dannicantsee]

I forgot to make an intro post sooo…here it is lol.

My name is Danni, I use any pronouns, and I’m a 19 yr old from Bama.

I do a lot of art, writing, and creative things. I’m working on my 3rd poetry book atm.

I am chronically ill, visually impaired (legally blind), and disabled. I use a seeing eye cane and am an ambulatory wheelchair user.

I do a lot of traditional and digital art and post it here.

I’m openly pansexual.

I love Hozier, Noah Kahan, Taylor Swift, and emo bands.

I am severely adhd and also depressed I guess

I post random stuff here like shitposts and fandom stuff as well as art and writing excerpts

Yeah that’s me, enjoy a meme. Thanks for reading and following :3

[shirokaneki]

Hey guys. I'm Danni, lgbt, neuro divergent, and me, my disabled dad and my brother are going to be homeless. So, originally, I had money put to the side for a down payment on a new flat, however, we were informed that there's a shortage of 3 bedroom homes at the moment (which we were only informed about now due to a fuck up on the housing people's end) . Because of legal reasons, we cannot cover 3 people in a two bedroom flat, so I'm going to need to try and raise an additional £800, if not more, to prevent all of us going homeless. I don't have an official eviction notice just yet, as you can see our hearing is tomorrow so we're likely to find out in the next few days, but I am told it's likely to be about 1-2 months before we are evicted.

I'm a carer for my disabled dad so I really need to be with him but him and my brother are likely to be homeless for awhile as his only relative living is my gran who can't house anyone due to already having my cousin. Because of this, I can only work 16hrs a week, however, I am currently unemployed and I'm unfit for work due to suffering from severe psychosis and depression. My brother is in a similar boat, meaning none of us have any savings or money to cover the down payment for even one of us. Hooray!

If any of you can spare any donations so we may not get put in homeless, I'd obviously be extremely, extremely, grateful. Ideally, I'd also love to be able to afford some place with pets so I don't need to get them put down.

My PayPal is sakuramiracles@gmail.com. If you can't donate, boosts would be very much appreciated. Every donation, no matter how small, helps, seriously. If you donate I can maybe do some writing or graphic design in return; feel free to send me a message if you donate so I can thank you.

Below is the letter about the hearing and the old letter (which was extended due to covid.)

Thank you for your consideration.

[zorlok-if]

As an autistic person, it's really cool to see an autistic RO!! I was also wondering if you could maybe make a masterlist of disabilities/neurodivergencies/etc for the cast because now I'm curious! No pressure though!

Yeah, sure, if that's something you want to know I'll happily oblige!

This list only includes characters that have been introduced to the story and is subject to change.

This list also isn't intended to reduce these characters to these traits/conditions, merely to provide readers with an understanding of the representation they can expect to see in the story.

If you have any questions, concerns, or any other thoughts about this list, please don't hesitate to contact me ☺

Disabilities:

Ciel (Chronic pain, uses a cane during flare-ups, worsens over the course of the story)

Danny (Congenital deafness, communicates with Z using ASL)

EJ (Strong astigmatism, legally blind without corrective lenses)

Dev (Asthma)

Clara (Multiple sclerosis, limited mobility, uses a wheelchair or forearm crutches most of the time)

Levi (Epilepsy)

Nasir (Hard of hearing, uses a hearing aid)

Giles (Two amputated fingers)

Neurodivergencies:

Adam/Eve (ADHD, dyslexia)

Tommy (ADHD)

Dev (ADHD)

Ciel (ADHD)

Rose (ADHD)

Nasir (ADHD)

Lucía (Autism with symptoms of SPD, possibly some ADHD comorbidity)

Giles (OCD)

Mental Health:

Dev (Insomnia)

Adam/Eve (Insomnia, anxiety)

EJ (Anxiety, depression)

Lucía (Anxiety, depression)

Ciel (Depression)

The Celestial (Depression)

Danny (Depression)

Ainsley (PTSD)

Other:

Rose (Vitiligo)

Ciel (Raynaud's syndrome)

[redhoodedjaybird]

Jason’s Bio

BASICS

LEGAL NAME: Jason Peter Todd ALIAS: Robin, Red Hood DATE OF BIRTH: 16th August GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse Dependent

FAMILY & RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

MOTHER: Catherine Todd (Step Mother) - Deceased BIOLOGICAL FATHER: Willis Todd - Deceased BIOLOGICAL MOTHER: Sheila Haywood - Deceased BIOLOGICAL SIBLINGS: Danny Todd - Half-brother - Believed to be deceased ADOPTED FATHER: Bruce Wayne ADOPTED SIBLINGS: Dick Greyson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne PETS: A black Maine Coon mix named Tybalt that he took in as a stray

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HEIGHT: 6'0" BODY TYPE: Athletic/muscular HAIR COLOR: Naturally Auburn, but often dyes it dark brown/black. Has a mallen streak EYE COLOR: Hazel-Green TATTOOS: - SCARS: A Y-incision autopsy scar spanning his collarbones and down the entire length of his torso, a scar on the left side of his throat from Bruce throwing a batarang into his neck, various marks from wounds sustained when the Joker beat him with the crowbar, some slight discolouration from flash burns he sustained when the bomb went off, several surgical scars from his recovery after he returned from the grave, a scattering of other wounds picked up on the job DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A white mallen streak in the front of his hair

HEALTH INFORMATION

PHOBIAS: Claustrophobia, Coulrophobia (Fear of clowns) ALLERGIES: Mild shellfish allergy - not fatal, just makes him sick ILLNESSES & DISABILITIES: c-PTSD, Severe PTSD and associated symptoms/comorbid conditions, including episodes of dissociation and derealization, Permanent side effects associated with traumatic brain injury, ADHD - Diagnosed, unmedicated, Bipolar Disorder - Undiagnosed, unmedicated.

Further/Important Information

Jason’s Scars

Jason’s PTSD

SKILLS, ABILITIES, ETC

Expert marksman, martial artist and hand-to-hand combatant

Highly skilled detective

Enhanced strength, speed, stamina, agility, reflexes, coordination and durability due to exposure to the Lazarus Pit

Utilizing high-tech equipment and weapons

Excellent night vision from developing tapetum lucidum after his dip in the Lazarus pit, which makes his eyes look like they are glowing in the dark when they catch a light source

BACKSTORY

Note - I will be editing and refining this again at some point

Born into poverty to a petty crook of a father and a drug-addicted mother, Jason’s life was a struggle from the outset.

His father, Willis, was physically and emotionally abusive toward his wife and son, and soon ended up in prison. That left Jason alone as the sole carer for his mother, Catherine, and forced Jason to resort to crime to support himself and his mom.

Unfortunately, Catherine passed away from an overdose not long after. Jason was forced onto the streets and left to fend for himself by any means necessary, including becoming caught up in the newly revived Red Hood Gang, where he was further subjected to being used and abused by various adults who took advantage of his gentle, trusting nature and vulnerability as a very young and homeless child with nobody to protect him.

During his time with the Red Hood Gang, unknown to Jason, he caught the attention of Talia al Ghul, who, upon returning to her father, expressed an interest in keeping an eye on young Jason.

One night, Jason came across the Batmobile parked in an alley. Batman had recently put new tires on the vehicle but had not replaced the hubcaps with the redesigned ones yet, creating an opportunity that Jason could not pass up.

Batman caught him when he had already stolen one of the tires and was coming to take the others.

Expecting to be beaten for his crime, Jason was surprised to be offered food instead. He and Batman talked while eating, and Batman revealed himself to be none other than Bruce Wayne. He then told Jason that sometimes, they might surprise him if he gave people a chance. Jason would take these words to heart, even years later.

Bruce attempted to help Jason by enrolling him in Ma Gunn’s School for Wayward Boys, not knowing that the establishment was a front for training the children to be criminals. Despite this, Jason did see the place as a home for a while. Realizing his mistake, though, Bruce went to rescue him, and Jason aided him by shoving Ma Gunn out a nearby window. Bruce considered that perhaps Jason could better channel his anger against criminals as Robin, or else the boy would likely end up a criminal himself, so he took him on.

Jason was not the acrobat Dick Grayson was, but he was a smart kid with skills from life on Gotham’s streets.

After six months of intensive training, Jason was out in the field as the second Boy Wonder. Jason was determined to live up to the legacy of Robin that Dick Grayson had put in place, but it soon became apparent that Jason was troubled.

While Jason soon proved to be one of Batman’s most enthusiastic students, he was also the most damaged and traumatized. Jason’s former life on the streets had left him with an ambiguous sense of right and wrong, and it often placed Jason in opposition to the values Bruce was trying to teach him.

Moreover, repeatedly putting Jason into situations that reinforced his trauma led to Jason becoming increasingly more angry and distressed, which Bruce did not know how to address, so he pulled Jason from duty as Robin, effectively taking away Jason’s only coping mechanism and alienating him.

Jason later discovered that the woman he believed to be his mother was not the woman who gave birth to him after finding his birth certificate. The birth certificate was damaged, making his biological mother’s name unreadable beyond the first letter. Jason used the skills he had learned from Bruce and found three women listed in an address book belonging to Willis with names that began with the letter “S” and began attempting to track each of them down to find out which of them was his mother.

Ruling out the first two women after Bruce caught up with him and decided to help, Jason finally tracked the third to Ethiopia.

Jason briefly reunited with his birth mother, Sheila, but it turned out to be a trap as Sheila handed him over to the Joker.

The Joker brutally beat Jason with a crowbar and left him for dead in a warehouse, along with Sheila, with a bomb. Jason attempted to untie Sheila so that he could save her, but neither made it out of the building before the timer ran down and the bomb detonated, killing them both.

Six months after his death, as a result of Superboy-Prime altering reality, Jason awoke in his coffin. Still bearing the injuries that killed him, Jason clawed his way out of his own grave, wandered twelve and a half miles, and finally collapsed, falling into a coma. He was hospitalized as a John Doe as nobody could identify him due to no missing persons report and no fingerprints for him being on file.

After his escape from a psychiatric hospital, Jason spent another year on the streets as a vagrant, still suffering from severe cognitive difficulties and amnesia. However, another petty criminal eventually recognized him as the former Robin and informed Talia al Ghul.

Talia took Todd in out of her love for Bruce, while her father Ra’s al Ghul was interested in the secret behind his resurrection. The League of Assassins tracked and eliminated everyone in Gotham who knew of Todd’s resurrection to prevent Batman from finding out.

They also interrogated Joker’s henchmen, who were with him during Todd’s murder, to discover how the boy could have survived.

After Ra’s decided that the boy was a lost cause, seeing no improvement in his mental condition in the year since Jason was taken in, Talia restored Jason’s health and memory by immersing him in a Lazarus Pit in which her father was also bathing and helped him escape the House of al Ghul.

Later, on Talia’s advice, Jason determined that his death was never avenged and prepared to confront Bruce by traveling across the globe to meet with various people who would teach him the skills necessary to become as good as, if not better than Batman, including spending time with the All Caste.

During his journey, Jason discovered his Robin replacement was Tim Drake, further tormenting him. He also learned that the man teaching him bomb-making was involved in a Russian mafia-backed deal meant to push the resources of British law-enforcement away from mob crime and onto Islamic extremist terrorism with a framed bombing plot. Todd managed to hunt down the gang and safely detonate the bombs. Ironically, the only surviving member of the gang offered Jason the possibility of a large government payday in exchange for his life because he knew the location of someone high on the Wanted list, who turned out to be the Joker.

After learning of the Joker’s arms deal in Los Angeles for another terrorism scheme against Gotham, Jason began to stalk the villain as a masked assassin. After successfully capturing Joker, who failed to recognize him due to being older, Jason contemplated burning his killer alive after dousing Joker with gasoline. However, Jason realized he did not simply want Joker to die but desired to punish the villain with Batman.

Jason spared Joker and decided to wait for the right opportunity. He also admitted to Talia that he knew that she financed his training to stall him from killing Batman, though Jason claimed he had no desire to kill his former mentor anymore.

Talia then gave Jason the idea to be the Batman that Gotham needs. She also hired the same carpenters who built Jason’s casket and had them build a replica of it (the original was destroyed and beyond repair after Jason emerged from it). Jason eventually confronted Bruce at his gravesite before switching places with Clayface to observe Bruce from afar. Witnessing Bruce expressing no remorse for sparing Joker’s life after killing Jason, Jason was further angered.

Jason resurfaced in Gotham as the gun-toting vigilante Red Hood, appropriating the alias that the Joker had used before becoming the Clown Prince of Crime. Back with a vengeance, Jason protected Gotham with his new brand of lethal justice.

[thenightling]

This stupid  and ironically ableist anti Stephen King article...

https://www.indiewire.com/2020/12/the-stand-ableism-stephen-king-1234607039/

Okay, I’m writing this as a rebuttal to this very stupid article. Let’s begin.   I am writing this as a visually impaired woman.  (borderline legally blind). You are far off base here.  

For starters the protagonist of Cycle of the werewolf is in a wheelchair. He saved his entire town.

The deaf guy in The Stand was a noble hero who saved his friends.  The mentally disabled man nursed his friend back to health and was one of the only survivors.

The blind girl in Langaliers was the wisest and most level headed character in the story and died saving everyone from a mad man. Bill in It had a stutter that was triggered by emotional distress.  

The main character in Misery is missing his foot at the end of the novel (crushed ankle in the movie) and ends up walking with a cane for the rest of his life.    

Objects of

 pity and fear?!   These characters are all heroes or even the main protagonist.  WHY would I fear the main character of Cycle of the werewolf (Silver Bullet) or the girl in Langaliers!??!   

I am visually impaired (legally blind) and you should be ashamed of yourself for lying like this.  Yes, lying, because you want "Woke points." the only ableism I find here comes from you trying to manipulate us like puppets.

Also it's not a "magical negro" trope if as many white characters have magical powers too.   But there's no trope for "magical white child" for Firestarter or Danny in The Shining or Carrie. 

As for your weird mention of periods, Carrie was only afraid of her period because she had never been told what periods were.  Her fanatical mother never told her, she thought she was dying.  When I had my first period I was fifteen, I didn't know what was happening because the stains in my underwear were brown instead of red.  (legally blind is not the same as totally blind for any moron who thinks I shouldn’t know what color is).  I thought something was wrong because this was not what I expected from a period.  My mother had to tell me it was period, that blood sometimes looks like that when it dries. I was scared.  Carrie being scared made sense.  

Have you never seen Blue Lagoon?   That gives yet another realistic reaction to a girl getting her period and not knowing what’s going on.  I have a friend whose grandmother thought she was dying the first time she had her period because it was very early and she hadn’t been taught about them yet.  Stephen King was once a teacher. Guess what he once witnessed and was the basis for the Carrie “Plug it up” scene!  Research is Haaaard.   That wasn’t sexism in Carrie’s reaction to her first period without being taught about them. That was frighteningly accurate.   

Zelda in Pet Semetary was a manifestation of guilt, not an evil disabled person.  the character who was “haunted by her” was feeling GUILT for being relieved at her sister's death.  

As for the "ugly characters = bad" and “good characters = pretty”  That's just reaching.  Did you think Mother Abigail was hawt?  How about Wendy in The shining?  Bill in It wasn't attractive either.  Lots of King heroes aren't classically attractive and some would be considered out-right ugly.

By the way, Stephen King IS disabled.   He has macular degeneration.  He’s going blind.