Tumgik
#the whole class is feral
Text
Danny and his english class go feral
So danny and all of his English class are going to gothem as a graduateing feild trip
By this point in time everyone knows danny is phantom, danny knowes everyone knows, all of amity knowes
But because of the way the government reacted to the ghosts, ignoring the problem and just sending in people who want to commit genocide.. they've made the decision they dont need the government
At this point, danny English class is very protective of eachother
Dash and the a-listers apologised
Once Wes was proven right, he was told of what would happen to danny should outsiders find out about him and apologised
Mikey and the neards have gotten more confident dew to the a-listers and in return thwy help dash and kwan with their grades
The point is, their ALL protective, and because danny is the most protective of all once he heard they were going to gothem he handed out fenton brand wepons like candy
They were all enjoying it so far, it was getting annoying whenever dash or kwan had to knock out a few petty criminals but its going fine...
Until the riddler and penguin decided to make a hostages situation out of them
.
.
.
When batman arrived to a hostage situation he was expecting crying and scared kids, especially after learning they were teenagers from out of town...
What he walked in on was this
Paulina and star making matching scratching posts out of a pair of goons
Wes was full body slamming people left, right and center, your in his way your getting knocked over
Sam was following wes and after he knocked them over she used the fenton-anti-asshole-tazer on them
Tucker was sitting on a chandler and making sure all the coms were disconnected...and recording everything
Mickey ran up to dash yelled "FOOTBALL ME" and dash picked him up like a foorball, threw him several feet in the air where he proceeded to tackel and claw penguin
Danny was fist fighting the riddler while distroying him with banter
Mr.Lancer had a fuckin fenton-lighsaber and was changing from obi-wan canoby and darth vader impressions
.
.
.
Batman went out side for a good 30 minutes trying to processes what he just saw, unfortunately leaving the goons the riddler and penguin to the mercy of feral, overprotective angry amity parkers
.
.
.
When batman walked in later Tucker yelled "THE CONTROLL ISSUE FURRIE IS HERE"
After he yelled that everyone froze
Danny was choking out the riddler
Mickey was holding the fenton-ecto gun at penguin
Dash was mid punch
Kwan was using fenton-sneakers to walk on the roof and was stringing up goons
Stat was using the fenton-lipsick gun to blast people
Paulina was using the fenton-glitter nunchucks with star as backup
Wes was putting a goon in a headlock
Sam was using fenton-thorn gloves to distroy all wepons the goons were using
And Mr.lancer was mid darth vader impersonation
And they all stopped their feralness to stare at him, it went from chaos to silence
Even the goon, riddler and penguin were silent waiting to see WTF was about to happen
And batman had a feeling life was about to get more complicated
5K notes · View notes
g4rdensofb4bylon · 2 months
Text
do you ever think about how Richard talked about Camilla and the only thing that comes to your mind afterwards is that sound from tiktok that goes like "you're beautiful" "thank you. but what else?" "what else?" BECAUSE I DO. I FUCKING DO THATS LITERALLY THE ONLY THING HE EVER SAID ABOUT HER AND THEN HE ASKS HER TO MARRY HIM??? BE SO FR RN— AND HE SAYS HE FEELS LIKE ORPHEUS SAYING GOODBYE TO HER FIR THE VERY LAST TIME— LIKE DONT YOU EVEN DARE TO DO MY MAN ORPHEUS DIRTY LIKE THAT YOU NEVER LOVED HER IM SO CRAZY ABOUT THAT AND WHY LIKE WHY AND HOW HAVE WE ALL FORGOTTEN ABOUT WHEN HE LITERALLY SAID HE WANTS TO RAPE HER OR WHEN HE SAID HE LIKES TO SEE HER SUFFER SEVERAL TIMES LIKE— OMG IM LITERALLY GOING CRAZY LIKE WHY IS NOONE TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE, HE REALLY IS JUST A MAN IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—
105 notes · View notes
thedreadvampy · 9 months
Text
here is a situation I would like you to consider. Imagine a charity, right?
This charity has a staff of 207, of whom around 5-8 are people of colour
This charity works in poverty and homelessness reduction, an area which disproportionately affects Black people, Asian people, and non-EU migrants.
This charity operates in Scotland, a country which is considered extremely white with a population who identified as 96% white in the 2011 census
This charity operates in Edinburgh, a city with a population that's still pretty overwhelmingly white, with 91.7% identifying as some form of white in 2011 (5.5% Asian, 1.1% Black or African, 1.6% other/mixed) (the 2022 census numbers aren't out yet so this is real outdated)
The charity has an Inclusion and Diversity staff working group
Despite operating in a pretty white country, this charity is still managing to limbo under the line of 'less white than Scotland as a whole in 2011' by having a staff body which is under 4% people of colour, despite operating in the capital.
All staff of colour in the organisation are below junior management level
All but 2 people of colour in the staff team have, at some point, joined the staff working group then left. Several have mentioned feeling like they're being expected to take on extra diversity work because of their race, and one spoke to feeling like there was no room or interest in discussing racial equity.
There has never been any concerted data gathering or analysis on the racial picture of applications vs successful recruitments in the organisation
When asked, the general take from management is 'people of colour prefer to work for BAME organisations'
When asked about racial equity in recruitment, managers in the inclusion and diversity group repeatedly deflect to talking about reaching BAME client groups by co-working with BAME-focused community organisations.
When asked about putting budget underspend behind scoping the reasons for racial inequity in hiring and retention, managers in the (entirely white) I&D group said, and I quote, "obviously it's important but it's never come up as a priority and we don't need people to come in and tell us what we already know"
"ok what do we already know"
fucking nothing as it turns out because it's "never been a priority"
we don't even know if it's a recruitment or hiring issue
except I do
because I've talked to multiple people of colour who applied and went through the hiring process and were not hired
so people are fucking applying aren't they
anyway I had a very angering day yesterday, how are you all doing?
It's not, in fact, that "they don't want to work here for some reason"
18 notes · View notes
Text
i have classes again! (i do not know if this is good or not yet) so i will not be able to draw as often. that or i will be drawing extra as a way to procrastinate working on assignments
#ughhhhh i hate transitioning from no classes to classes again this shit sucks#i love being in class but it takes a while before my brain can get used to being in school mode#i wish they just never gave me breaks i would like that a whole lot better#i'm also having a crisis thinking about changing my major#but idk if that's because i actually want to or if i'm just v uncomfortable rn at the thought of having to learn how to be in school again#at the very least i get to go to class looking great today#yesterday i got my hair dyed so now it's neon red orange and yellow#someone told me i look like someone was making their first OC and they had fire powers#another told me i looked like sunset shimmer from mlp#at the very least i look rad as hell and it will make up for whatever horrible thing i end up doing wrong today#i really should've tried to take a class with a prof i'm familiar with but nooooo i waited too long to choose classes#and now i'm stuck with people i don't know who are going to say words to me when all i want is to not say a single word all day long#also i had to wake up at 5:30 today and will probably have to again bc i don't drive so i carpool and they have to work early as fuck#and now i'm on campus and also locked out of the buildings because i can't get the ID scanner to work and the buildings don't unlock yet#at least the feral cats keep me company in these trying times#and waking up early means that i'm just tired enough to not give a fuck anymore so at least i'm not sobbing on the floor (yet)#i'll probably try to save that for after classes end#though i'm feeling strangely okay today which i think might just be the grace period between transitions where i get to act like a human#before i freak out later#or maybe i just missed being in class enough to beat the bad vibes out of me? (probably not but i can hope)#i'm just saying words at this point but that's okay#i'm sure i'm interesting enough for everyone to love hearing about my morning#in which case i want everyone to know that i got the stupidest jacket from the thrift store a while back#and i am rocking it rn#every day i get up and get dressed i look in the mirror and see someone who would fit in better as an art student#but art doesn't make you money and i've lived in poverty too long to go with that#but if i'm stuffed somewhere where i have to have natural hair color and boring clothes at an office job i will probably go batshit tbh#the goal is to be so valuable in whatever field i choose that i get to do whatever i please#like L#anyway i have said so many words
5 notes · View notes
violetnaps · 2 months
Text
the problem with most of my ocs is that theyre like. so sidecharactercoded. in the back of dramatic scenes being goofy. witnessed solely thru the tiniest scribbled panels. but instead for them to exist i gotta write fic FOR them which really just does not work. no its not my own inability to commit to longfics what do u mean
2 notes · View notes
noa-ciharu · 1 year
Text
Istg one day imma write "antichrist Fuuma attends clamp campus high school and Seals are losing their mind" crack AU
15 notes · View notes
Text
I like A/b/o but I wish ruts got more attention than just being a mild annoyance. I get it, omega heats make for that saucy needy sex with attentive partners and all that
But ruts could be ~feral~
The alpha needing that sweet release that only their partner could give and doing just about anything to get back to them, to claim them.
23 notes · View notes
cipherr · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i heal now
12 notes · View notes
waffle-bubbles · 1 year
Text
My communications class doesn’t know that I’m writing an essay on how Marvin deals with conflict for our weekly Canvas discussion.
5 notes · View notes
mypimpademia · 2 years
Text
Tbh I feel like bakugo would literally bite you during a play fight if that nigga losing
10 notes · View notes
wodenscild · 1 year
Text
GODS DEVANAGARI IS SUCH A COOL SCRIPT I CANT- it is honestly in the running to be one of THE favourites of mine, & is on par with Qaniujaaqpait!! Like Qaniujaaqpait, Devanagari is an ✨alphasyllabary✨ BUT UNLIKE QANIUJAAQPAIT (sorta) IT IS AN ABUGIDA TOO WHICH IS JUST SO NEAT!!! An alphasyllabary is one in which vowels are intrinsically bound to a consonant!! So we have:
ᐱ ᐳ ᐸ (Qaniujaaqpait)
पि पु प (Devanagari)
pi pu pa
In each instance the vowel is bound to the consonant! For Qani this is done by rotating the shape! Direction here is what indicates the vowel, & the shape itself is what indicates the consonant! Devanagari dearest heart on the other hand has more or less explicitly written bound vowels! So <i>, and <u> (there are a tonne more but I went with the 3 primary vowels so it didn’t outmatch Qani) are ि & ु!! BUTTTTTT <a> aint written, it is left implied!! & this is what makes it an abugida!! Which is cool :] it systematically omits one vowel from writing, but writes all others!!
Anyway while this DOES PLAY A MASSIVE PART IN WHY I LOVE IT- WHAT IS PUSHING IT UP TO BEING TIED FOR MY MOST FAVOURITE SCRIPT IS ITS LIGATURES!! Syllabic scripts have different ways for dealing with consonant clusters, some like Mayan Syllabics or Cypriotic Syllabics over spell their words, so something like my name would be “Wo-de-ne-se-ci-li-di”, while others like Qaniujaaqpait or Ainu Katakana fancy letter modding (ᕗᑎᓐᔅᑦᔨᓪᑦ Vu-ti-n-s-t-ji-l-t)- BUT DEVANAGARI TAKES IT A WHOOOLLLLEEEEEE STEP FURTHER- sure letter modding is cool & all- but what if OwO you create a new symbol for that consonant cluster~ WELL THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT DEVAN DOES!! वोदेन्स्चिल्द् (vo-de-nsci-ld)!! WHICH IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO COOL I CANT EVEN!! So the “nsc” is the न्स्च & is a ligature of न (na), स (sa), & च (ca)!! WHICH IS BRUHHHHH IM AGRINNIN’!! & THE “LD” IS THE ल्द् PART WHICH IS JUST A LIGATURE OF ल (la) & द (da) PLUS THE LIL NULL VOWEL MARKER ्!!!
HAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAA CANT WAIT TO MEMORISE THIS SCRIPT & GET STARTED ON LEARNING HINDI I AM ALREADY HAVING SO MUCH FUN /GEN
2 notes · View notes
thenastyotherblog · 2 years
Text
Taishiro: Alright Four, I need you to swear-
Four, without hesitation: FUCK!
Taishiro:.... Swear as in- w-who is teaching you these words???
5 notes · View notes
rubberbandballqueen · 2 years
Text
you know, i usually look back on my eighth grade self as like, this quirky, Weird Girl(tm) who nonetheless had a network of various accepting friends, but i’m transcribing what i consider to be my most Iconically Eighth Grade diary volume, and i think that “an absolute feral lunatic of a child with a penchance for scraps who miraculously had a group of people who had Bonded with them like a horse girl to a wild mustang” is much closer to the truth
4 notes · View notes
inkskinned · 6 months
Text
the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
10K notes · View notes
satoruhour · 6 months
Note
gojo nuttin in you and plugging you up!!!!
a/n: request: “I’m sure you’ve probably done something about it but the way that the idea of gojo coming in you and pulling your panties up after is so IRBDJEHDBEBSBNS makes my brain numb no thoughts off the walls feral” + so im combining these two! uhm. horny devil took over me while writing
warnings: fem!reader, reader is deep in sub-space, semi-public sex, multiple rounds, pet names, calls you ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, lots of cum, n*sfw under the cut
Tumblr media
no one really knew where this breeding kink of gojo had come around, not when he was the student talking about how annoying kids were and then got blessed with megumi and tsumiki.
he’d like to think that it wasn’t because he wanted to see little yous and hims running around the house. sure, it definitely was in his future plan, but with everything going on it would be too chaotic, so he’s willing to wait. it unveils itself to him one night after cumming deep in you; it related more to his possessiveness over you—
it rings true when he’s got you riding him in his office chair, the pleasure of his cock deep in you overtaking the discomfort in your thighs. you’ve been holding back for the longest time in the meeting with the higher-ups and the other sorcerers, unable to stop your glances toward your boyfriend while they talked of another emerging curse user.
you jumped him as soon as the meeting was over.
“f . . fuck, baby,” gojo’s breathless as he says it, a thumb to your clit and drawing languid circles. it only prompts your pussy to clench around him and your head falls down to your connected bodies. “hear how sloppy your fuckin’ cunt is, sweets.”
you can both hear and see it, see the drag of your pussy along his length and the pleasurable stretch of your walls around him. your hands go around his neck to play with his hair, messing with the abandoned blindfold resting along his clavicle.
“were you this wet for m-me, for the whole meeting?”
your scrunched up eyes struggle to open as you meet his blue ones, a choked yeah leaves your lips as you continue to bounce on him. there’s sweat lining both your bodies from the clothes still inhabiting your persons, slowly getting soiled from your juices, too.
“oh, baby, you know i would’ve dropped everything to fuck you then and there—” satoru grits his teeth when you tighten around him again and you moan out loud at the words he says. you’re not even sure whether you came, thighs shaking from your mini orgasm that you limp forward into your boyfriend’s arms.
gojo coos into your hair, doing the work now as he fucks into your spent body. the slap of his balls against your ass is obscene, whining into your ears before he starts to rut in short little thrusts again. “cumming— cu—”
gojo’s eyes squeeze shut, hiding his forehead in your neck as he spills deep in you. a deep groan reverberates from his throat, feeling his cum feel you up spurt after spurt and you’re the same, mewling softly beside his ear that only gets him hard again.
“that’s right, take all my cum, baby.” gojo mumbles, drunk on the feel of your pussy before he remembers he has a class to get to.
“you gonna keep my cum in you?” he asks breathlessly, a little softer than he expected to. but his heart soars when you nod obediently, letting him help you put your other leg into your panties. his cum still threatens to spill out, but it’s still better with the fabric barrier.
gojo is disgusting like that, “i’ll see you at home, alright?” he taps your butt playfully, landing a sloppy kiss to your lips and indulges you with a few more pecks.
that one feeling hasn’t left him since the afternoon, determined to pump you full again that he couldn’t even conduct a class properly. all he wanted to do was to rush back to you, with a sweet reward granted to him.
you were so dazed from his cock that you decided it wouldn’t hurt to put on your favourite set under your clothes, tending to your own errands as you wait for your boyfriend to return. so when you’re welcoming him with more touches than usual and a sultry voice to match, he knows he wasn’t the only one with that creampie on his mind.
you aren’t sure what round you’re on by now, pussy feeling so slick and full from how much he’s cummed in you that your mind is fuzzy and muddled.
“like it when i breed you, hm?” he slams into you from above, bed creaking from just how rough he was being. he’s got your body pressed deep into the sheets and your ass up and as usual, he’s got your back arching uncomfortably.
“y— yeah, yeah, s’much, ’toru!” you whine into your hands, feeling your orgasm approach again as you feel like you’re driven to your limit everytime and yet you come back for more. gojo is quick to cum again, cock stilling in you as he pumps you yet again and the sight is so messy.
your ass and pussy is painted with white and gojo grins seeing your hole push out his seed. he purses his lips, scooping up his cum and pushing it back in. and then he’s got you on him again, thrusting into you from below. the strings of his cum stick to your pelvis, paired with your cum pooling at the base of his cock. it’s so sticky and lewd, the squelching sounds of pussy.
“can never get e-enough, of pumping you full, princess.” you groan into thin air, juices spraying everywhere from the sheer amount of it.
“love it— wan’ more, pleasepleaseplease.” you’re out of your mind, driven into oblivion and you think that this truly was your limit, sobbing out your lover’s name when he starts to rub circles along your clit and you’re squirting, hips bucking away from the overstimulation and you grab onto his forearms like a vice.
“good little slut . . mh, squirting all over my cock— s-shit—” you’re cumming so much he can feel it on his thighs, soaking his skin and sheets. the grip you have on his cock is insane, making him so difficult to move that he grunts and stammers, pelvis faltering with a twitch to his dick.
“going to— give you another load, baby.” he mumbles breathlessly, giving one last deep thrust that has your eyes rolling back into your skull and body trembling and you’re so deep into sub-space that you just let him manhandle you roughly. satoru’s hips snap up into you impatiently before he’s cumming deep again, mind turned into mush once ropes and ropes of cum is pushed into your womb. you feel so full, so dumbed down that you don’t notice him scrambling for something in the bedside table.
“got your slutty pussy somethin’,” he whispers. the first pull out of gojo’s cock is gross, a translucent sheen of white covering his shaft from how much he’s cummed in you before he removes himself completely. you gasp at the emptiness, sinking behind into his embrace before you feel full again.
a cute little toy takes the place of his cock, a baby blue plug that is stuffed deep in you and possessiveness is starting to turn into wanting to get you knocked up. gojo isn’t sure any more.
your boyfriend prompts you to look down, caressing your thighs as he hums into your ears and you shiver lightly.
“need you to keep every last drop — can you do that, baby?” you feel him smile against your lips when you turn your head to kiss him, an affirmative response muttered against his lips together with a confession.
Tumblr media
tagging @hyomagiri @jabamin @shotorus @satohruu :3
2K notes · View notes
virgamsysxvolumes · 3 months
Text
Complex Organisms 2
Tags: Trans!Danny, toddler Danielle&Dan, Unhinged yandere Vlad, intrusive Batfam, complex family relationships, complex Fenton parents(they're trying because they do love Danny but they're also insane)
Part One (here)
It started with a text, a joke.
Firefly: Hey Tim, found your AU younger self (picture) CaffeineCraze: Holy shit, it's way too early for this. WalkingDead: Looks like Replacement's got his own clone for once. SwanLake: Cute lil bb~ Baddest: Hah! He's so cute! He looks like if someone put Tim and Bruce in a pokemon fusion generator CaffeineCraze: He does not! He looks nothing like me! Or Bruce! TrueBlood: Drake is right, that boy looks nothing like Father, though he does seem to share some features with Drake. Firefly: This is crazy, his whole class is crazy. You should have seen what they did to Riddler. I know I'm supposed to be 'mad' or whatever but this was the highlight of my month and I will keep this memory forever. (picture x4) Baddest: Hahaha!! Look at him cry!! XD Firefly: These kids are feral, I'm tempted to just let them handle any rogues that come along themselves. WalkingDead: Do Not. Riddlers a pussy but these are still kids in way over their heads. There's worse assholes out there. Firefly: I wouldn't! I'm just sayin it's tempting.
As much as Tim wished he could just dismiss all similarities and chalk it up to coincidence Tim was a bat, there was no way that was happening. So of course the rest of Tim's entire afternoon and night was dedicated to getting anything and everything that he could on Danial Fenton. Which led to a new host of problems that he discovered. Danny Fenton's parents were clearly mad scientists, but they were employed by the government who had apparently created an entire branch dedicated to supernatural genocide. Ghosts were annoying but these anti-ecto acts were entirely repulsive!
The only positive was that the Fentons had recently made some sort of pivot in their research and seemed to realize that ghosts were literally only sentience. There were a lot of concerning reports about them but nothing that was officially on file. Which could mean they either had big connections or just weren't malicious. Things got complicated the deeper that Tim dug. He was in such a rabbit hole about it that when the DNA swab he got off of Danny's discarded coffee cup he almost jumped out of his skin.
Reading the results had him once again regretting that his parents were dead because he would have loved to absolutely ream them for this. Apparently not only was Danny his younger brother, but he was his half brother his father being Bruce Wayne. Bruce had not only fucked his mother apparently but had knocked her up! So he had to dig up that bullshit too now!
"BRUCE FUCKING WAYNE DID YOU FUCK MY MOM?!" Okay so Tim could have been a little nicer about it. But he was running on four days of no sleep, three cups of coffee, and the discovery of an earth-shattering secret.
((@penelopegarciasapprentice gave me this idea. XD))
2K notes · View notes