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Wack a Danno

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The Famous Danno Paintings

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The National Danno Monuments

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He's Here

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He's Here

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Find the Danno

Oh no! Plasmius has stolen one of Clockwork’s medallions to go back in time and steal the Reality Gauntlet! But not to fear! Clockwork has sent the Danno back in time along with his clone sister, Ellie, to help retrieve the stolen items. Alas! Never one to be left behind, Cujo has decided to tag along too! (and Clockwork’s always watching) Alas! Poor Danno has never had the best of luck. He’s dropped his thermos, along with Sam’s backpack and Tucker’s PDA (both of which he totally asked permission to borrow). Find Danno and then help him find Elli, Plasmius, Clockwork, Cujo and the dropped items. And do it all before Vlad finds the Reality Gauntlet and fills the world with cats named Maddie!

(Remember you may only see part of our characters and their items)

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Danno at the Beach part 1

Danno at the Beach part 2

Danno at the Amusement Park

Danno at the Circus

Danno and the Unfriendly Giants

Let’s do this one more time! This time can you also find: The Crown of Rage, Angry Cujo, The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, Maddie the Cat, Madeline the Cat, And Freakshow’s Scepter

(Remember you may only see part of our characters and their items)

Danno in the Ghost Zone

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Danno at the Beach part 1

Danno at the Beach part 2

Danno at the Amusement Park

Danno at the Circus

Danno and the Unfriendly Giants

Danno in the Ghost Zone

Sorry some of the images are fuzzy, I couldn't figure out how to make them clearer on Tumblr

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He's Coming

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Are You Ready?

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He's coming

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He's Coming

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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ttk babey

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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You’re welcome

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Asking for Help

whumptober24 day 31- asking for help fandom - dp x dc tw- mentioned injury summary- they need help, and they need to learn to ask for it

masterlist ao3 part 9 of TFR

Jazz stared at Danny’s wound. They’d done their best to stitch it up and keep it clean. But the skin around the incision was red and inflamed. She couldn’t tell if it was infected or not. She didn’t even know if Danny could get infections.

She bit her lip. “Danny…” she trailed off. “I think we need someone to look at this.”

Danny didn’t say anything. 

“Danny.”

He turned to look at her.

“Danny, we need someone to look at this. It could be infected, and the stitches are done terribly, and I don't know how to take care of it. We need help.”

Danny looked away again. “Who could we tell?”

“Barbara said she knew some people.”

“Are we even sure we can trust her?” he said.

Jazz frowned at him. “Danny,” she took his hand in hers, “you’ve told me that you feel nothing but kindness and honesty from her. I don’t think she was lying to us. I know… I know how hard it is to trust people. I’m anxious too. But we need help. We can’t have this injury getting worse.”

Danny sighed. “Okay.” he whispered.

Jazz’s smile was wobbly, but she squeezed his hand. “I’ll tell Barbara.” She stood, letting go of his hand and walking out of the room and heading toward the kitchen where she could hear Barbara moving around.

“Barbara?” she said, stepping into the kitchen.

“You can call me Babs, Jazz.” Babs said scrubbing a plate from breakfast.

Jazz tried to smile, but it was only a tiny thing. “You mentioned something last night about knowing someone with medical training?”

Babs paused while rinsing off a plate. “Yes. I know two people. An older woman who runs a private clinic, and an older gentleman. I trust them both.”

Jazz bit her lip. “I don’t know… his injuries… they’re bad.” Jazz had wrapped her arms around himself and was staring at the ground.

“Does he need help urgently?” Babs asked, trying to keep her voice calm, but she could feel fear climbing up her through. How badly was Danny injured?

Jazz shook her head. “I don’t think so. But… I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help him.”

Babs wheeled herself over, placing a hand on Jazz’s arm. “It’s okay, Jazz. You’re doing what you can. We can get him the help he needs. He’ll be okay.”

Jazz relaxed slightly.

“Do you have a preference for who I ask to come and check Danny?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, then I’ll give them both a call and see who’s available.” 

Jazz nodded. “Okay.” She paused. “Thank you.” she whispered before leaving to go back to Danny.

Babs stared after her. How badly was Danny injured that not only would the siblings come to her, someone they’d only briefly met, but that they’d also be willing to seek help from someone they didn’t know.

She called Dr. Thompkins first. She answered, but said she’d be busy today unless it was urgent. Babs called Alfred next.

“Miss Gordon, how are you this fine morning?”

She smiled. “I’m doing alright, Alfred. How are you doing? Everything go alright last night?”

“I am doing well. Master Jason got into a tussle and sprained his wrist, but other than that everyone here is well.”

Babs sighed, relieved that there had been no major injuries on patrol last night. “That’s great, Alfred. I have to admit though that I’m not calling today just to chat.”

Alfred hummed. “What is it that you need, dear?”

“Could you please come by my apartment? And… could you bring a first aid kit? I’m afraid I’ve run out of supplies.” she said, knowing that Alfred would understand that more than the average first aid kit supplies would be needed.

“Oh my. Are you injured?”

“No, but I’ve got a friend over who is.”

“What is their injury?”

“I’m not sure, but they’ve agreed to let you check the injury and provide treatment.”

“I see. I can be over in about an hour.”

She grinned. “Thank you, Alfred. And I would appreciate it if you didn’t let the others know.”

“Of course, Miss Gordon. I’ll see you later.”

Babs sighed as she hung up. She went back to washing the dishes. She had a feeling she knew why the siblings were wary of outside help. While the Meta Protection Act had been signed into effect a few years ago, that didn’t mean that metas were actually safe.

She’d just have to make sure they knew that she would protect them either way.

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Escape

whumptober24 day 30- recovery fandom- spiderman tw- mentioned injuries summary- Peter needs to escape

masterlist ao3 part 3 of SW

Peter is exhausted and everything hurts. His suit is in tatters from all the places Norman has cut it away to get at his skin. Peter feels that he has taken samples from everywhere. His whole body stings. Peter’s not sure how many cuts litter his body, how many bruises, but it sucks. 

The room is dark now. Norman’s left for the night. Or what Peter thinks is the night. He has to get out and it has to be now before he’s too injured to move.

There are restraints around his wrists, ankles, waist and chest. Peter grits his teeth as he dislocates his thumb and slips his hand out of the restraint. He pants through his nose as he uses the table to push his thumb back into its socket. It hurts, but he needs to keep going. He dislocates his other thumb to free his remaining hand.

He works to remove the muzzle first, moving his jaw around to try to soothe the ache from it being pressed closed for so long. 

He glances to the side, barely making out the table with tools that Norman left close by. He reaches for it and just manages to snag a scalpel.

With his chest restrained to the table, he can’t see what he’s doing, but he jabs at the restraint around his waist, trying to find a seam, anything to get it off. He feels the knife slice into his side, and he hisses in pain but keeps going.

He pries the scalpel between the restraint and the table, sliding the scalpel along the seam where the two connect. Finally, he feels some give, and he’s able to use his strength to pry it the rest of the way off.

He does the same for the restraint around his chest, and then he’s able to sit up and free his legs.

He’s cut himself a few times with the scalpel when it would slip as he worked it between the table and the restraints, but he can’t stop.

He pushes himself off the table, looking around the room. He spots his mask lying on another table, and he slips it on before heading to the only door.

The lights are off in the rest of the building, and he continues as quietly and quickly as he can. He just needs to find a window.

Every movement hurts, and he’s leaving bloody footprints, but he can’t stop.

He doesn’t know how many turns he takes before he comes to a staircase. He hesitates. There haven’t been any cameras so far, but that’s probably because he’s down in Norman’s more secret labs. But there’ll probably be security cameras as he makes his way up.

But he doesn’t have any other choice. Peter sighs before opening the door and making his way up the stairs as quickly as he can, his eyes scanning for cameras.

He sees one when he exits the stairway, but thankfully there’s a window. Peter almost sobs in relief. He breaks the window, getting more cuts from the glass as he climbs out onto the side of the building holding on with his sticky grip. He can feel the biting wind through all the tears in his suit, but he keeps going till he makes it to the roof.

That’s when he remembers he doesn’t have his web slingers. But there’s nothing for it but to jump between buildings. It hurts just as much as everything else does, but Peter makes it several buildings away before he finally collapses. He tries to get back up. Goblin could still find him here, but his arms shake, and he collapses back onto the roof. He stares up at the polluted New York sky. 

His breathing is coming slower, and he’s fighting against the urge to close his eyes when he sees something bright in the sky. It looks like a star except that it’s coming closer. Peter wants to figure out what it is, but his eyelids are getting heavier and he can’t stay awake anymore.

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Later Peter will wake up confused and frightened at being in an unfamiliar place. But then the Fantastic Four will come in. They'll tell him how Johnny found him collapsed on a roof, and he brought him back for medical attention.

Peter will be frightened at first, and the adult heroes wary of this vigilante who keeps his identity secret. But Johnny and Peter will quickly become friends, exchanging sarcastic comments and terrible puns.

And Peter will have someone he can rely on, a team he can call when he is in over his head, and a fellow teenage superhero who he can hang out with.

Peter won’t be alone anymore.

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Exhaustion

whumptober24 day 29- fatigue, burn out, 'who said you could rest' fandom- batman tw- Dick is hurting but there's no graphic violence summary- Dick is hurting and exhausted

masterlist ao3 part 3 of Apprentice

Dick was exhausted. After Slade had dragged him back, he had barely given him time to bandage his legs before forcing Dick into a spar that felt more like a beat down. Then Slade had Dick continue ‘training’ with a holographic training simulator whose plans Slade had clearly stolen from the Justice League.

Dick didn’t know how long he spent fighting pretend enemies before he realized that Slade was no longer in the room. Quickly he made his way over to the controls and paused the program. He just needed to rest for a little bit. He’d turn it on as soon as he heard Slade coming. He just needed to sit down for a little bit, close his eyes for a second.

He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew his scalp was burning as Slade tugged him to standing using his hair. Dick cried out, too tired to keep quiet.

“Who said you could rest?” Slade said, his voice deathly quiet.

Dick said nothing. Slade was holding him up by his hair, and Dick’s feet barely touched the ground. Everything hurt, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep going before he passed out.

Slade dropped him, and Dick collapsed to the floor panting, black spots dancing in front of his eyes.

“Keep going.”

“Slade, I don’t think…I don’t know how much longer I can keep up.” Dick’s voice barely came out as a whisper. He kept his gaze on the ground.

“It doesn't matter what you think. I’m telling you to keep going, so you’re going to keep going. Or do you want me to pay your brother a visit?”

Dick shuddered. He pushed himself to his feet. His whole body was trembling. As Slade restarted the program, Dick shakily raised his fists. He had to keep going.

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“Has there been any sign of him yet?” Jason asked, leaning over Tim’s shoulder to look at the batcomputer.

“Not yet,” he answered. “Slade hasn’t been spotted anywhere and neither has Dick.”

“It’s been a month.”

“I know!” Tim said, glaring at his older brother. “I’m trying.”

Jason slumped. “I know. Sorry.”

Tim sighed. “Is Bruce still out?”

“Yeah. Cass went out to drag him back.”

Tim ran a hand over his face. “Any news from Clark?”

“No. He’s searched the surrounding area of where Dick was last seen, but he said he’d expand the search. And as soon as we spot either of them we can call him.” Jason shifted on his feet. “It’s…” he hesitated. “It’s not your fault.”

Tim didn’t respond.

Jason sighed. “I’m heading up. Don’t stay up too late, or I’ll send Alfred for you.”

Tim grunted, not taking his eyes off the computer. Jason looked at him for a moment longer before heading up to the manor.

“Please by okay, Dickie.” Jason whispered to himself. “Please come back home soon.”