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Dead on MAYn Week is back for 2025 and Prompt Submissions are open!
What is Dead on MAYn Week? A weeklong event in May dedicated to the crossover ship of Danny Fenton/Jason Todd also called Dead on Main. Read more on the event tumblr here.
What prompts are accepted? Situation, trope, single word and line of dialogue. You can submit up to three of each type for consideration.
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Prompt submission will close on Saturday March 8th.
(Please help reblog so we can spread the knowledge of the event!)
Header image by @mokulule
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Wanted to share the art I did for the Dead on MAYn banner this year - it’s a companion piece for last year’s banner where they’re civilians link
Check out the event tumblr for more info
Or maybe submit some prompts, the prompt submission form is open until March 8th 2025.
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So while I have actually been writing for the first time in nearly a year and one of the fics I've written on has been Catnip, I don't have anything suitable to share there yet. I do however have this snippet I wrote this morning that actually belongs to this dead on MAYn fic from last year.
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Jason woke up groggy and all wrong. Lethargy dragged at his limbs, but there was something he needed to do. What in the world happened?
His eyes slowly blinked the dimmed overhead lights into focus. He was lying in bed - not his own, one of the ones at the cave.
“Hey Jay-lad, we didn’t expect you to wake up so soon.” The words didn’t sound quite like Bruce, they were modulated. Why was he wearing a mask? Jason scrunched his face up in confusion and a blue gloved hand reached up to brush softly against his forehead.
Jason turned his head and stared uncomprehendingly at Bruce’s fully sealed outfit.
“Why are a we doing quarantine procedures?” Jason grumbled and pushed Bruce’s hand away rub at his hurting head himself.
“It’s just a precaution.”
For what? He almost asked automatically, but suddenly he remembered.
“Danny!” He sat up in one move and was about to swing his legs out of bed woozy grogginess be damned. He remembered Danny collapsing to the ground. There was a pulse of fear and anxiety in his chest.
“Jason.” Bruce’s hands were on his shoulders pushing him back, but Jason grabbed his arms and resisted.
“Let me up, B.”
“Jason, you’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna figure this out with the right precautions.”
- Anyways if you skipped the link above here is a link to how Danny and Jason met in this AU. Actually the fic is kinda entirely written up to this point I would just like to proper finish it before sharing it all. I hope you enjoyed the snippet.
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this started out as rendering practice (love myself a good shrinkwrapped reflective suit) but it turned into “how many photo compression/degradation mimicking effects can i put on this guy before he becomes unrecognizeable” and the answer is A LOT
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Haunt is where the Heart is
Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny)
Summary: Danny is down on his luck. He meets Jason. Both of them are a bit weirded out by their own behavior, but it works out in the end.
Chapter 1
Danny sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. He leaned on his elbows at the tiny kitchen counter in his one room apartment. He crumbled up the final notice in his hand.
He was out of options. Damn Skulker just had to find a way to Amity when he’d just managed to find a job willing to give him a chance and that was that; he was out of a job before he even got his first pay check, whatever he had earned was deducted to cover the damages.
It was a week ago they turned off the utilities and in two days he was out of an apartment entirely.
He slid down on the cold floor and looked up at the mold that had started to creep in on the ceiling after the tenant above him had a broken pipe.
Dread coiled in his stomach in a way that had nothing to do with the mold or the cold or the fact he’d charged his phone at the library the last week because he had no power and everything to do with the thought that he might have to move back home.
Home, a house wired to kill him the rest of the way… He shuddered at his core at being back there, always alert, never knowing what tweaks his parents had made to the defense systems and whether they remembered to make an exception for his oddly high ecto-signature.
But what choice did he have?
His parents would be delighted, they still didn’t understand why he moved out. Especially not for that sad excuse for a flat. Especially not when he could follow in the family footsteps. They didn’t require a high school diploma from him after all. He could just hear his mom: really Sweetie, it is for the best.
He could help reassemble the portal, for some reason they just couldn’t seem to get it working.
He closed his eyes wishing himself away. To Sam and Tucker who were thousands of miles away and not even in the same direction, but he had asked them to follow their dreams. To Jazz who used to serve as a buffer between him and their parents.
Maybe he should have broken the portal from the inside, stayed in the ghost zone instead of this.
He should have left Amity when he had the chance, should have found a new haunt, but what if ghosts found a crack to slip through? Like Skulker had done. And well, now he couldn’t afford it.
His thoughts circled back to home, and he held himself tightly. He couldn’t go back there. But Amity was too small or rather the Fenton’s were too known for him to be homeless, it would be noticed.
He just didn’t have a viable solution.
Oo o oO
Five days later he sat in a diner at a rest stop a little way out of Amity, thinking if he widened his job search to outside the city perhaps he could find someone who would give him a job. With the ability to fly it wasn’t like the commute was a problem.
Officially he’d moved the few belongings from the apartment back to his parents house, but he’d yet to sleep there. He just couldn’t get himself to do so. Every moment in that house he was on high alert, and after trying for hours that first night he’d finally relented to his body’s need to get the fuck away and found an open box of packing peanuts in a warehouse to crash in - the fact that Danny kinda missed Boxy had been the topping on a very long day.
His parents didn’t understand Danny’s need to look for a job, but at least they hadn’t been overly insistent on keeping him at home.
He turned the page in Elmerton Times scanning the job listings for something without unreasonable expectations. Why did a cleaning job require three years of experience? Also did cleaning his parents’ biohazard of a lab since he was eight count?
With a frown he noted it down as a maybe.
The door opened and a young man looking to be around Danny’s age walked in drawing Danny’s attention, though at first he couldn’t tell why…
Sure he looked well enough aesthetically: fit, broad shouldered - but if a pair of muscled shoulders and a nice ass was all it took to draw Danny’s attention Dash would have been a contender. The leather jacket and motorcycle helmet was cool, but it reminded Danny of Valerie.
Really, Danny wouldn’t normally be staring at a stranger at all like this. He’d realized a couple of years ago that his crush on Paulina was just because everyone else was doing it, and young teen Danny had been desperate to fit in.
So what was it that made him stare?
The stranger turned his head revealing a lock of snow white hair in his bangs he was definitely too young for. He narrowed his eyes at Danny and Danny’s eyes widened in turn before he was quick to look down at the newspaper and his by now cold coffee.
Tension wound up his spine when booted steps approached his table ominously. Danny couldn’t decide what he was feeling. Embarrassment for staring? Fear? Excitement?
The stranger cleared his throat and spoke in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
“Can I sit here?”
Danny looked up with wide eyes, gaze running over the subtle lines that to his eyes clearly held concealed weapons before settling on the man’s face. There was a deceptively friendly smile on his lips, but his blue-green eyes were hard and assessing. A gruesome scar scar ran from the corner of his upper lip all the way up the left side of his face - Danny quickly focused back on his eyes before shrugging.
“Sure.”
Danny purposely went back to the newspaper noting down another maybe as the stranger sat dow across him, bumping Danny’s knees with his long denim clad legs. Danny’s heart sped up in his chest for no determinable reason.
“Looking for work?”
Danny looked up then looked pointedly back at the paper open on the job section. “Geh, what gave it away?”
He got a smirk in response that was more genuine than the earlier smile and his own lips tugged up in response.
“Guess, I asked for that.”
The waitress came over with a big plate of still steaming scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon as well as a cup of coffee. Danny couldn’t help eyeing the plate. When was the last time he had such a substantial meal?
“I’ll have another of those,” the stranger told the waitress indicating the plate before pushing it across to Danny rumpling the paper in the process.
Danny looked at him surprised. He was about to open his mouth - to protest or thank him? He wasn’t entirely sure - but he got waved off.
“None of that. Just eat. You look like you need it.”
Danny frowned thoughtfully, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. At the first bite he moaned and leaned back as the greasy food hit the spot in his stomach.
The stranger let him eat for a while. He was observing Danny with a peculiar frown on his face every time Danny stole a glance at him. It didn’t take long for his own plate of food to arrive and Danny was glad for the distraction. Could it be that for some reason Danny was just as interesting to the stranger as the stranger inexplicably was to Danny?
Finally Danny pushed the plate away.
“So looking for work?” The stranger tried again after a moment of silence.
“I’m not doing anything illegal,” Danny said firmly crossing his arms and leaning back.
The man barked a short laugh in surprise.
“What makes you think I’d involve you in anything illegal?”
Danny’s gaze flicked pointedly to the barest outlines of the hidden weapons, before he raised an eyebrow.
“Point,” the stranger grinned tapping a finger thoughtfully on the table. What Danny would give to know what went through his head. Then he offered a hand towards Danny for a handshake.
Danny suspiciously took the glowed hand in his own and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Jason.” The stranger gave his name expectantly, and Danny felt compelled to offer his own, it was only polite.
“Danny.”
“Nice to meet you.” He said as he let Danny go.
“Remains to be seen.”
He grinned again at Danny’s sass. After a moment he pursed his lips thoughtfully before finally speaking.
“So here’s the deal. I’m moving back to my hometown and I’m looking for a roommate slash housekeeper to take care of the apartment when I’m gone since I travel a lot.”
Danny blinked in surprise. Then narrowed his eyes.
“I’m not having sex with you either.”
That stumped this Jason character, and Danny could believe the idea had not even occurred to him. That was at least one point in his favor and Danny relented.
“You gotta realize how weird and creepy this is? So what’s going on? We don’t know eachother.”
“I don’t-“ Jason rubbed his forehead, then leaned back almost as if taking a step back considering his actions. Hesitantly he said, “You seem a bit down on your luck, and I really could use someone to live in the apartment when I’m not around. A mostly empty apartment is easy pickings for break-ins. And it is big enough.”
He tilted his head, somehow the green in his eyes looked more pronounced when the light hit them like that. “And you seem trustworthy, somehow.”
“Well you don’t.”
He outright laughed at that. He really was nice to look at when he smiled, Danny mused. It made him look his age, took away the hard calculation in his gaze. Made him look less like some kind of hitman - which was Danny’s current theory as to Jason’s profession.
And - Danny supposes - there were worse jobs than being a live-in housekeeper to a hitman as long as he kept Danny out of his work. For one it would solve his housing situation - and just the thought that he was gonna have to go home to his parents' house at the end of the day to make an appearance crawled like skittering insects down his spine.
Once Danny was out somewhere more stable, he could also look for something new.
It didn’t solve his worry about the ghosts coming to Amity despite the portal being shut down, but while Jason did not at all ping Danny as trustworthy, there was still that something that drew Danny’s attention. Something he knew would eat at him if he left things at this.
“Okay, so say I agree, what then?”
Jason blinked in surprise clearly at this point not expecting Danny to agree - that made two of them.
“Uh, I suppose I give you the address. It’s in Gotham. You could ride with me, but you probably need to pack. Do you need funds for travel?”
He was already reaching inside his leather jacket and pulling out a roll of cash. Danny started laughing because this whole situation was ridiculous.
“I’m sorry,” he said, placatingly holding up a hand and trying to stop laughing, “I just can’t believe I’m doing this.“
Jason huffed. “I will give you that the entire situation is odd."
Their eyes met, two pairs of blue with a hint of hidden green. Danny couldn't help the smile that spread his lips. Jason rolled his eyes, but Danny could see him fighting a smile of his own.
Hitman or not, Jason seemed an okay sort - and, Danny mused, when taking a leap of faith it was a big advantage that one could fly.
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Alternatively how early days Red Hood acquired a protector spirit for the fallback safehouse where he actually keeps his belongings.
Okay so I don't know when I will continue this, the future of this fic is still pretty vague in my head it's mostly like a mood of ace-spectrum Danny and Jason occasionally living together while Jason prepares to and eventually does upend the Gotham criminal underworld and everything goes up in fire.
Anyways, did you like it? Thoughts?
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(Posting it separately as well, why not)

I find the idea of 'giving the most paranoid man alive a kinda unsettling but relatively harmless dobbelgänger who is in no shape or form biologically related to him' beautiful.
Our boy is setting off all the alarms, yet the only thing he is found guilty of is shitty driving (and existing I guess)
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Ok so, listen, I,,,, ok so I'm on chapter 17, but I just, just KEEP thinking about their lil date. It's so important to me. So, uh, well,,,,
Anyways uh @robinsegghead (sorry, I've developed a pattern of tagging the authors when I go insane and do some art)
I really wanted to capture their faces (incredibly biased faces are my favorite) but I kept thinking about it and I just think this has a better energy, at least to my brain letting them be like, away from the camera, still having a private moment, but also, I get to render Danny's hair, my favorite thing to do! Sorry it's almost 4 am and my thoughts are escaping me. Also I spent like 2.5 hours on those fucking buildings in the background and I spent that whole time going "haha there's a 98% chance I'm going to blur this out and my effort will be for nothing" and it wasn't for nothing, but also, you can see how that turned out. Actually, on second glance, I did not blur it as much as I think I did, idk it looks good, it sparks joy, look at them, being silly, about to have the WORST misconceptions
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seemed Danny likes milkshakes, and I bet Dan would like the drink as well :3c
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"It said it was lucky."
Things That Bleed by @kkachis @artistfingers and @ghostly-cabbage
This is the fastest I've ever drawn a scene illustration. The words were visceral.
(i got a sneak peak of the end of this chapter, and only the end of this chapter (looks at signature date stamp) 2 years ago, and reading the Context for the scene now makes me feel Extremely Normal. I have been using the meme illustration of this scene as my phone's lockscreen for 2 years. It has been living rent free in my head for a Very Long Time. If I think about the addendums and the Danny Lore too long, i shall combust)
also, i wanted a print of this for myself, so i put it up on inprnt. if anyone else wants one you can find it here
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Sometimes, I wish hazmat au was canon, I would be so feral about the astronaut connection.
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