#(i don't)

[thevoidstaredback]

Danny smiled from his place on the clocktower roof. He'd been in Gotham for a while now, two years to the day exactly, but he'd never get tired of the view. Sure, he hated not being able to see the stars at night, but there were worse things. He did make sure to leave the city every night to see them, though.

He liked being up high. It reminded him of, not simpler times, but times when he wasn't as alone. Jazz had made her way to Harvard, Tucker was MIT, and Sam was at Pomona. Danny was nowhere.

They say after he turned fourteen, he died. It, to say the least, wasn't a pleasant or painless death, though it didn't hurt past the initial shock and revival. When he was sixteen, he realized he wasn't aging. Sure, Danny Fenton aged until he was sixteen, but Danny Phantom stopped at fourteen. Good for keeping a secret identity, but horrible for wanting to half live normally.

The day after he turned eighteen, exactly four years after he died, Danny disappeared. He left everything behind and hid out in the one place he'd always said he'd avoid. It was the one place no one would look for him. The one place where he was just another face in the crowd.

Gotham City allowed Danny the anonymity that normally came with death. Instead of just another headstone in the graveyard or a body in the harbor, though, he was just another kid on the streets in a busted hoodie and jeans. No one looked twice and no one asked questions.

In the two years he's spent on the streets of Gotham, he's learned a lot. Survival was something all humans are born with, but growing up with neglectful parents amplified that instinct. Dying and becoming an unwilling hero honed those instincts. Living in Gotham gave him a chance to learn more.

Learning the lay of the land was another thing he learned very quickly. Batman is over all of Gotham except for Crime Alley. That's Red Hood's haunt. Gotham Proper was split into blurry lines and shared between Batman and Robin, Red Robin, Orphan, and Spoiler. Nightwing is over Gotham's sister city, Bludhaven. Signal is the only day shift, so he had the most ground to cover in the least amount of time.

Of course, the Rouge's all had their own territories drawn with hard, barely flexible, lines. Black Mask was really the only one to breach those lines by trying to take Crime Alley, but Red Hood had been keeping him in check.

Learning the rules for each territory and how to interact with each person, Rouge or Vigilante, took time, but he managed. His own experiences had probably helped with that.

The next thing Danny had mapped out was where the neutral stations were. Every territory had them. They were places no one attacked because the important ones have standards. In Crime Alley, it's The Club. In Penguin's area, it's the Iceberg Lounge. Ivy marked off Robinson Park. Etcetera. The Joker is really the only major Rouge without a neutral mark on his map, but that's because he's more of an asshole than the rest. An asshole with standards, but an asshole nonetheless.

Very few of those neutral areas were available to spend the night in. Even fewer we're hiring. So, the homeless population of Gotham City stuck to the streets and back alleys.

However, there were two places Danny knew he could go where he'd be safe from scrutiny if someone looked too close at him. The Club in Crime Alley where all the working girls and boys checked in and reported any Bad Johns or Bad Janes, and The Iceberg Lounge in the richer parts of Gotham.

The clocktower was where Danny liked to spend his nights when the streets were too loud and the lights too bright and the fights too close for comfort. Oracle, who was Batman's eye in the sky and ear to the ground, worked from the clocktower, but he made sure to avoid her. It wasn't easy with what's basically super hearing that he can't turn off, but he found a spot near the very top where he could block out all Bat Business. Plausible deniability and all that.

Danny misses the stars. He misses being able to peek his head out of his bedroom window and name of each constellation he could see. He can't do that in Gotham because of the light pollution that clung to the sky like black mold. It was part of the reason he'd sworn to never go to Gotham.

There are Shades in Gotham. Shadows of people who have died but aren't quite ready to move on. He helps them as best he can, but there's so many that he sometimes feels like he's cutting off a Hydra's head. He gets to see results, though. Some days the parks are more colourful, the clouds have drifted enough to let natural sunlight through, and the graveyards are buzzing with thankful energy.

Danny forwent the thought of trying to get a job a while ago. As far as the world is concerned, Danny Fenton is missing, likely dead. Being dead, in case it wasn't well known, is a legal barrier. Sure, most jobs in Gotham didn't do background checks, but Danny didn't really want to join the Goonion. He's just fine living on the streets.

Ectoplasm is scarce compared to Amity Park, but that's to be expected. Besides, the miasma crushing the city like a weighted blanket was enough to sustain his basic abilities. Food was a bit harder to come by, but, like sleep, he could survive longer without it than a living being can. If anyone were to ever ask - though the likelihood of anyone even finding out - how he was alive, his answer was "Photosynthesis, but for ghosts."

Danny liked being just Danny. No name, no responsibilities outside of keeping himself alive.

Danny Fenton, the loser nerd who fell to the bottom of all his classes, who's obsessed with space and everything in it, who could tell you exactly how long it would take to get from Earth to Betelgeuse and back, is dead. He died the day after he turned fourteen.

Danny Phantom, the hatefully loved vigilante who appeared with the throngs of ghosts, who grew more powerful with every fight, who won more fights than he thought he could because there was no other option, is gone. He disappeared after exactly four years.

Danny just exists. He lives on the streets of Gotham City, staying away from trouble because he learned how to recognize it as soon as he could walk. He loves space and finds every opportunity he can to get out and watch the stars and moon and planets. He likes heights because being up that high reminds him of when he was living and not just surviving. Was there really a difference anymore? He hangs out in graveyards and the docks because the dead are so much more tolerable than the living.

Danny liked being just Danny because Danny doesn't have the world of Infinite Realms and Possabilities on his shoulder.

Danny likes to be able to just be for once.

Storyboard Part 2

[extrashortshorts]

Last spring:

a YEAR AGO, can you believe it?

[dreadfutures]

Inquisitor Ixchel Lavellan, 9:52 Dragon

The years have not been kind. Despite even her own efforts, she lives.

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

[who-dat-homeless]

In an episode where they all got old we were shown that Kirk had much more problems with his memories than the other.

Do you think he has a higher risk of Alzheimer?

Do you think when he's old he starts to forget Spock?

Do you think that Spock out of great love keeps all the Kirk's memories in his head, even though it takes him great power to do so and it's constantly exhausts him, and then through mindmeld reminds him of his life?

Do you think at times when it seems hopeless Kirk smiles at him and say "Well I don't remember your name mister, but I think you're my love"

Do you think?

[kaiserouo]

he just wanna ask if his weapon is ready

[thebuckandeddiething]

they are matching again if you even care

[akirathedramaqueen]

With us having two episodes in the season left and the heavy implication from Vivziepop that some huge ark will be closed and the season will eventually make a full circle, I'm wondering if we're getting a Stolitz treat rather soon, maybe as soon as the NEXT episode.

Is it time to call me delusional yet? What do you think?

[cyclorose]

[ dress ]

there's this dress trending on twt rn and I HAD to draw him heh...

[yesornopolls]

do you unfollow people when they die?

[3m-j4ys]

I'm genuinely surprised I haven't seen anyone simp for Arthur.

It's not that I do I'm just impressed-

[supemaeve]

It's funny, you know, of all the people here, I've known you the longest. Sometimes it just seems like you're the only person I can lean on.

[rinpenrose1900]

every time you think i've forgotten about this account, boom. i re-emerge . this time i come to you with Secret Knowledge. this one's for you, my 1,107 tumblr followers.

there will likely be a new Gin Stream next month. don't say i don't feed you guys well. the people who follow rinpenrose1900 are my favourite children

[derangedfujoshi]

Me: minding my own business, rating shotas

Some random anonymous cunt in my inbox:

Ain't no way you just called people enjoying lolisho pedophiles but tried to save your skin by adding "ficto" in front... Are you...... Are you aware not all lolishos have paraphilias or- do you have some wikipedia article on how everyone who enjoys Hannibal is a ficto-cannibal?

Or is this simply your furry ass trying to sound better than other weirdos?

"it's just the semantic label for that specific attraction" give me a fucking break.

EDIT: THOSE TWO TERMS AREN'T EVEN REAL! THEY'RE NOT A THING!! YOU CAN'T JUST MAKE SHIT UP AND CALL IT PSYCHOLOGY!!!

[all-pacas]

after several failed attempts and no changes, my cat is suddenly and deeply invested in his puzzle feeder