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Okay, it's a really popular trope that Danny gets rid of Jason's pit madness by cleansing the nasty ecto in him BUT!
Neverborn babies are created by two ghosts mixing their ecto together. (or maybe this is just fanon? idk, it's a crossover anyway🙌)
So I raise y'all:
Jason isn't contaminated by the pits and his ecto isn't nasty because of them. He's just really fucking traumatized and the Pit Rage part of him is literally his fucked up emotional state marinating in his ecto. There's actually no Pit Rage, he's just super fucking emotional and super fucking traumatized and mentally unstable, though he's working on that.
Danny? Poor, Danny "I want to help!" Fenton? Should've taken him to Frostbite but managed to mix his ecto into Jason's to try and cleanse the "contamination" out of it instead. Like an idiot.
Jason? He's... ghost pregnant and weirdly okay with it. He likes kids, there are no actual pregnancy symptoms to fuck up his mood. He's actually much happier now that he has something to look forward to! Frostbite said that taking care of his mental and emotional health will take care of the Pit Rage so that's also covered. Danny is sleeping on his couch. He has his own place but Jason thinks he deserves to sleep on the couch and he can and will enforce it.
Danny? Total and utter panic. He's a dad! Again if Ellie counts! What the fuck he doesn't know anything about kids or normal people things! Will the kid be full ghost because he had unknowing ghost sex with the hot revenant? Or maybe a halfa because they're both at least half alive? Is there a precedent for this?! Clockwork? CLOCKWORK HELP HIM!
Jazz? Sooooooo angry at her stupid fucking little brother. Of all the irresponsible, dumb shit he could've done this wasn't something she ever imagined! He truly outdone himself. All he needed to do was take the revenant to the Far Frozen to be treated! And what did Danny do? HE KNOCKED HIM UP! For someone so smart her little brother truly is fucking stupid!
Ellie? She's very excited! Danny and her might've mutually agreed to be cousins/siblings but that didn't mean he wasn't a better father to her than Vlad. It never was a high bar to clear but still. Baby sibling!
The Fentons? Oblivious. But when they find out? Ancients help them all.
The rest of the batfam? Also oblivious but something just isn't right with Jason. They will find out what. And when they do? Complete and utter chaos. Alfred is mildly disappointed, Bruce shut down because grandbaby and the rest are menaces. Duke is offering his services as superpowered babysitter for the superpowered baby lol
Frostbite? Shaking his head. He knew the Great One was impulsive in his youth, never really having time to truly think through his actions in those early days but he thought Danny grew out of it. Apparently, he didn't. Volunteered to be Jason's primary doctor.
(Vlad? In ghost prison lol)
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#dead on main#jason todd#danny fenton#dc#danny phantom#batfam#this pne ran away with me#i didn't want to write this much#but here we are#it's funny though#I've been having this thought for a while#had to write it down#they get together in the end#parent trap#kid of?#accidentally
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i’m a boy! i’m a girl! i’m nonbinary! good for you. i’m trying to catch this fucking platypus
#phineas and ferb#woke up from a long ass nap and this was the first thing that played in my head#had to write it down
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just a dream i had. had to write it down.
I apologize in advance if this is poor writing, but in my defense I was half asleep trying to remember details before they vanished for good. I only went through and corrected for punctuation and major grammar---though I would not consider this a finished or full story at all, more like your dropped into a character and then you don't get to find out what happens to them after a short while.
Regardless, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
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The old warehouse was practically falling down, just like every other building that was left. It has been two years since I got separated from my family. I've had to become someone else completely to keep my kid brother safe and by my side. No longer could I be the scared little girl who clung to her older brothers– I'm a man now. The war hurt everyone, but people didn't come together like my father foolishly believed; everyone turned on everyone else.
As the elevator ding I held John against my back, and took a step forward. I didn't trust the people we'd been traveling with, the only reason we were being they said they'd heard of Tommy. That's the first I'd heard he was close, and I couldn't pass up the possibility he was around. Of course people know who he is, just like people have learned quickly about my reputation. We were all born and raised in London, but we couldn't stay there long as it quickly became a hotspot. Now, creeping through a warehouse in East Pennsylvania, a lot has changed.
I pushed my arm out to keep the doors open as we stepped out first, something burned against my outstretched arm; I looked up and it was melting metal. Suddenly I was falling, pushed over the edge by the bear-like man we've been following, as his friend grabbed at John. I struggled for one of the metal rails.
“You Englishmen think y'all are better than the rest of us, don't ye.” The Bear seethed in an accent that was barely understandable. His foot came down on one of my hands, and I had to grit my teeth. “See how weak you are? A boy, not a man.” I laughed weakly, but he didn't like that so with a whistle his buddy started to run with my brother in his grasp. “I should kill you here.” Said The Bear; He was cut short by some of that burning metal falling on his eyebrow. Startled, he took off after his mate. The bars I clung to were starting to bend under my weight, and I couldn't pull up without risking snapping them, plus there was a thirty foot drop to concrete that didn't look appealing. I moved horizontally; I tried placing my hands on the spots that weren't burning red, though that didn't stop chunks of angry metal from falling onto me as I climbed. Finally, I made it to the top of a set of stairs; I dropped. The fifteen foot drop didn't feel great, but I wouldn't waste time to actually take the stairs as John cried out for me from the Bears companion's shoulder; I would have to walk off my possibly broken ankle.
With just a flick of my wrist the man fell as my shot rang out through the warehouse. John ran to me.
“No, go!” I yelled, throwing my hand towards him over and over. Barking reached my ears, The Bear must have set his dogs on us. I didn’t know he had those. John was still learning, and ran to hide behind some barrels in the corner. I was now right behind him, pushing him out from behind them and taking off. All of the corner of my eye I saw bear goes through a door, the only door I can see on this floor I had there was a floor-to-ceiling window, thank God we were on the ground as I covered my face and went full speed through it stealing. Stealing a car that was parked near by John and I took off East, towards New York where the bear let slip he'd heard of Tom.
By the time we ran out of gas, we were in the state of New York but not the city. Cities aren't what they used to be but they were more welcoming since the heat of the start we're off. One thing down the street with John as a crutch we made our way past houses that looked abandoned. Camping in one for the night, we looted a few and John rested as I took care of my foot as fast as I could. By the time we followed the tracks to the city I was walking more normal with the help of some stolen meds. Listening in on conversations before having on the streets, we received sideways glances but no one Advanced on us.
Finally reaching the building I'd only heard rumors about, and old hospital in the Heart of the City, this was our best bet of finding our family. Every room we walked into I would call out who here has heard of Tommy and if people shook their heads or said no they got no trouble, and we moved on to the next room. They were all packed with injured people of all ages. Entering the next all chatter stopped 1 Girl snotty and brave enough said, you'll never find him. Big mistake, I stepped over bodies and walked across cots, stalking my way over to her. I got right in her face, still she was ever the more Brave she seethed, I've heard of you. You're a traitor to your gender and my family. Grabbing her by the throat to my face was calm and collected as she gasps which sounded out around me into the Frozen room. smoothly right up in her face I asked, where's Tommy. She sputtered with her brow 4 Road and I tightened my grip raising a brow. Once her eyes started to droop and her features softened I let go and smacked her cheek a few times as she gasped for air. Let's try again oh, I said reaching for my gun. Where's Tom. The girl let slip that Englishmen had been seen headed out of the city to some building that was a resistance of some sort of course Tommy was in the middle of all of this.
We needed to rest, so I pulled John off the road into a far that looked nicer than the other buildings around it. Upon walking in, all eyes were on us, two grimy men injured and dirty, looking sleep deprived. I walked directly to the bar, ordering an Irish whiskey. Woman and a nice dress and looking pretty, you're the second customer to come here and Order Irish whiskey as opposed to Scotch. I froze. For the first time in a while at a loss for words. She got too close, flicking out my knife I held it to her throat. And do you know where Tommy is I wore a menacing stare. wow you are like your brother. Pushing the sharp edge harder she put her hands up tell me where he is. It wasn't a question anymore. She smiled and I took her to the ground. I saw the news or shotgun hit the back of my head, and heard the click of the safety and saw the man's boots out of the corner of My eye. Unhand the lady, boy. I laughed, why are men so blind? I can't complain, it's worked to my advantage for the past two years. Jabbing back with my right elbow directly hitting the man where it hurts the most as he crumbled back and fell to the floor, rolling in pain. I tossed the shotgun to John quick before the woman could blank, I sliced her cheek. Tell me where Tom is. I'm not afraid to lose a leave I've made it this far already. She touched her cheek inside no need for that, I'll take you to him. The shock must have been evident on my face. I've heard of you too, and might I say I'm a fan.
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Thank you for reading! :)
I hope you enjoyed your stay, learned something, left a comment, or were inspired.
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#just a dream#had to write it down#writing#creative writing#writing community#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writing blog#writers community#leave a comment#leave a mark#constructive criticism#constructive feedback
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Spooky Month 6 but the ending cuts to black and then fades to a scene of Grim hauling Moloch's corpse (?) out of Lila's house (how'd they get in there?? How are they dragging something so hefty??) and they're visibly distraught, sniffling and mumbling something under their breath... something about bringing him back but it's kinda hard to make out amidst their sobs
#pester#I got this vision in my mind#had to write it down#I still love Moloch nd I still selfship with him#it's just been a while since I've drawn us together#but fwiw I've had several angsty ideas eversince SM6 dropped#spooky month#spooky month oc#ouijabones#moloch
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Goal Oriented Group Time Loop where you’re all looped and have to complete a task within a time limit to stop the loop, and then you move onto the next task. Each task is something like saving a life.
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baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards
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"Now let me educate you one last time, you imbecilic creature, why we covet the secret of immortality. You see, we are born with the understanding that nothing can end us. It instills an level head on each of us. We understand that things pass, that time will correct all. We do not rush, our thoughts are not clouded by fake urgency.
Humans, though? Many of them are lucky enough to live half a measely century. Sure, by the end of it, some figure day the obvious truth even the dumbest of our species know from day one. Most don't. And it instills a rage into them, and a yearning. They claw and they fight and they scheme, until they either undo themselves or, in extremely unwise cases, they get our eternity.
Do you think that flame inside them goes anywhere? Can you imagine a fire that never goes out, never runs out of fuel? Do you UNDERSTAND, what your foolishness could've brought upon this world?"
"You sound a lot like those angry humans."
"And that's the fire spreading, child."
#writing#creative writing#immortality#randomly came into my head#had to write it down#don't think I can make it into something longer#here's a funny game: try to figure out what kind of fantastical creature the speaker's are
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I was really mad at something. I tend to avoid the stronger swear words so somehow my mind came up with "may you rust"
which feels very poetic and strikes deep
may you rust, your bones to ashes, your name forgotten
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Soul Eater AU my beloved
#I didn’t draw blaze’s weapon form because I’m thinking about changing it idk#i’ve also changed the story a bit but haven’t had time to write it down#I drew all of these over the span of 3 months#so if some of these look different from each other that’s why#plus generally being very out of practice ;v;#soul eater au#amy rose#blaze the cat#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#my art
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#stobotnik#agent stone#dr ivo robotnik#dr robotnik#jimbotnik#jumbledart#I keep seeing people wanting them to dance together and thought So Much about how I know the steps of the waltz#That I actually had to sit down and draw this after only writing which foot/number each would be#And well it implies quite a bit if you put them here...
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katsuki who's always fixing the necklace he got for you. to him, it's a very clear sign that you're taken and he wants to make sure there's absolutely no mistake about it. it's like he naturally gravitates towards it, pulled towards you like a magnet whenever you wear it (which is all the time).
he's always just fiddling with it, absentmindedly dangling the cute little golden "k" around your collar bone and playing around with it while you talk, occasionally humming to let you know he's listening before letting it go with a satisfied sigh, not before making sure the first letter of his name was right in the middle of the chain. you were his after all, and he was gonna make sure everybody knew.
#cash's blurbs for the strange and unusual#got this thought in the middle of the night n had to write it down before i forgot#i dont like i hate him#he makes me feel so tingly hate it hate hate him#cash speaks <3#cash is just talkin'#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
#you will make superficial edits that do not gell well with the rest of your work#and won't actually capture what you thought was so good about that story#close the doc. sit down. think about it for a while. inspiration is fine. getting a 'eureka' moment from another story is fine#but if you find yourself comparing your work one to one with someone else's and taking any differences to be flaws on your part then STOP#you will never write good stuff by trying to make it look less like you wrote it#writing#writing advice#guess who just had to go into her google doc history and undo a bunch of panic-induced edits#because she read a fic about the same characters she's writing for?#meeee. they aged badly within just a few hours of hindsight. learn from my mistakes#self-hatred is not a good motivation for creation#fic writing
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Starving and wasting away etc etc
bonus:
Hes tall and huge and HEAVY and he is so overly active that he has to maintain an insanely high caloric intake to make sure his body doesnt collapse from the strain of everything. He will eat virtually anything but he is spoiled from the best takeout Gotham has to offer: 11$ shrimp and broccoli from the chinese food spot that closes at 4am- among other things.
#batman#bruce wayne#superman#wonder woman#dc#my art#mine#bruce#clark#diana#i will not make him a sugar fiend but. he is a donut guy. also#it is funny to think of him stopping in some random late night cafe in the full getup#and watching him chow down on donuts he ordered while he waits for drinks#the powdered sugar ruins his vibe so he waits until after patrol to get them#u just KNOW there was one time where he had an alert as soon as he got his food#and he and dick had to grapple walls w munchkins in their mouth#i dont want to write him as food motivated....but he can be bargained with if you have a favorite meal or snack of his#virtually every team member and robin knows this#and he doesnt even pretend to scold them bc he gets good takeout every time
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Now, you can take that as a gift, or you can take it as a curse. And that's up to you.
Eliot Spencer and Parker Doing the Things Others Won’t
Leverage (2008-2012)
04x01 The Long Way Down Job
05x09 The Rundown Job
#this parallel came to me like a fever dream last night#and I had to share the sadness with others#and then this sent me on a spiral about communication types between the ot3#Parker and Eliot understand each other so well#and a lot of what they have is silent communication#like that nod in the rundown job#between Parker and Hardison#direct communication#necessary and developed when figuring out their feelings#between Hardison and Eliot#physical and indirect communication#(ex: handshake bumping each other bickering)#I could write an essay#but instead I will leave you with this gifset#leverage#the long way down job#the rundown job#inde gifs#inde gifs: the long way down job#inde gifs: the rundown job#Eliot Spencer#Parker#inde gifs: leverage parallels#leverage parallels#fudge I need to reaclimate to tumblr fonts and heirarchy#I had no idea where to put the quote#graphic design degree and for what#inde gifs: leverage ot3#leverage ot3
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au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept
#fanart#art#artist#light yagami#light yagami fanart#lawlight#lawlight fanart#l lawliet#l lawliet fanart#L#death note#death note fanart#IM SOBBING.#i might write a fic ab this .......#imagine light breaking down after realizing he's kira dude#like ..... wow#i feel like light should've def had SOME kind of confliction after getting his memories back#like..... one second hes like KIRA IS UNJUSTIFYABLE then the next hes like HEH HEH I WON#my art#sorry this looks low key bad#i didnt feel like doing heavy rendering :(
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you guys know those AUs where Stanley opens the portal after thirty years but for Ford only a few second/minutes/days have passed in the portal.
What if, in another world - by the infinite nature of multiverse - the portal was functional enough for another run right there in the portal room, that blistery cold 1982 winter day. What if, when Stanley threw enough things around and pressed enough buttons and the portal opened again (in the same spot in the Nightmare Realm it had before) (not calibrated to Ford like had been in canon) the Ford had stepped out was the one from his final confrontation with Bill. What if Ford stepped out thirty years older and wiser and angrier
What if he saw Stanley crying, relieved, and then terrified and confused and devastated. What if he, at sixty years old, saw Stanley and saw only a scared child, half his age. His brother.
What if Ford had thought his brother had left and grown up for those long thirty years, but he came back and it was his brother that saved him that very night? His brother, by sheer dumb luck? His brother, who couldn't have accounted for time dilation if he tried (not like the old Stanley did) but still tried
#guys i swear i had this idea half asleep and bolted upright out of my bed#keeled back over on my bed to process the Thoughts#guys. guys what if. i write a fic. a comic? what do we think#my art#it counts enough i think#writing prompts#stan twins#mullet stan#stangst#stanford pines#portal ford#gravity falls#young stan pines#my brain is on hyperdrive don't mind me#if anyone does ANYTHING with this please tag me id love to see it#to answer 'what we think': we think Inky should write the idea down and then finish her other goddamn WIPs#OR#comic#thirty seconds later au#but reversed#probably more than thirty seconds#like 30 minutes-ish#twins in time au#Kind of!!
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