#Amity: damnit

[wandixx]

I did a thing? It's not big bit I hope you like it.

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Conner was absolutely exhausted. He and a few other members of the Young Justice team were free when Unknown sent a distress signal, so it was out of the question that they went to help. Really, they just sped to the closest stash with weapons to handle Unknown’s opponents and get to the battlefield.

It quickly escalated into involving various adult members including some from JLD who nearly never answered their calls. All because villains collaborated. ‘Cause, of course, they did. Life couldn’t be nice just this once.

The whole fight was kind of a blur if he was being honest with himself. He of course remembered pain, chaos, frantic attempts to protect everyone, and anger that these so-called ghosts just wouldn’t stay down. He hadn’t completely blacked out. But he had trouble recalling what exactly had happened. Who exactly he fought, who exactly he saved, where he moved, why his knuckles bleed, and why his ribs ached. He wasn’t too concerned. He was made to be a weapon, it happened sometimes. He wasn’t made to remember things.

Anyway, he somehow ended up only a few steps from Unknown who sat on the ground, taking heavy, labored breaths. They were facing the other way, supporting their forehead on their bent knee, face obscured by angle, hood, and long hair. Their heart was beating faster than he ever heard it (it was almost speedster fast and normally it was too slow to be healthy!) while the ever-present buzz from their chest sped so much it sounded almost even. They seemed to tremble. It was concerning, to say the least, so Conner fought his own fatigue and kneeled next to them. He cautiously touched their shoulder but retreated when they winced.

“Do me not doing what you need me to do put anyone in danger?” they rasped anxiously between too-shallow breaths.

“No, I just-”

“Alright, then give me a moment” they wheezed. Conner felt a little out of his depths. He had yet to actually learn how to help people in shock or any other psychological responses to distress. Don’t get him wrong, he was learning, he just wasn’t any good at this. He wished that anyone else was there to console Unknown properly but they were all busy with banishing villains or cleaning up the debris.

“You’re hyperventilating,” he stated instead.

“No shit Sherlock”

“Do you want me to coach you through some breathing exercises so you don’t pass out?”

“Nah”

“Okay”

So he just sat next to Unknown, adult competent hero, listening as they tried to even out their gasps. He saw how their fingers pressed on the meat of their arm. Whatever they were doing seemed counterproductive but he knew better than to interfere. You can’t help a person who doesn’t want it. So, he just kept taking deep, calm breaths, hoping they would follow his lead.

It was weird to console the adult hero but he guessed it happened.

“Okay, maybe a little help?” they whispered, audibly panicking. It came out almost as a squeal. Conner nodded even though they couldn’t see it and got to work. It didn’t take them all that long to collect themselves but even after their breaths had calmed and their heart had slowed down, they didn’t move.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” their voice still was barely louder than a whisper. Gods bless Conner’s super hearing or else they wouldn’t be able to have this conversation. “Thank you. And sorry, I’m usually better at handling this.”

“It’s okay”

It really was. It wasn’t the first nor probably the last time when hero got overwhelmed by a big fight. It was admirable that Unknown managed to wait with his panic until everything was wrapped up. Even if it was still weird to console an adult. Conner once again tried to put a hand on their shoulder. They didn’t show any indication of discomfort so he didn’t take it back.

Flash stopped in front of them, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

“You guys alright?” he asked fast like always. Unknown raised their head to look at the older hero and-

Their mask must have fallen off somewhen during the fight.

Oh.

“Yeah, I kinda freaked out for a moment but Superboy helped me get over it.”

Oh.

Unknown wasn’t an adult.

They (he? They kind of looked like boy) couldn’t be older than Conner himself. Maybe even younger than Robin.

They looked weirdly familiar for someone he never saw before.

When none of the heroes answered just staring at them with shock, they curled in themselves a little more and started mumbling.

“I know panic is unprofessional, I promise I’ll do better next time, I usually do, I just really don’t like dragging other people into my fights and kinda spiraled ‘cause of it I-“

“You’re a kid” Flash interrupted, almost choking on his words. Unknown froze, then slowly raised their dirty hand to touch their naked face.

“Oh, no, no, no-” their heartbeat piqued again, as they hastily ran their fingers across their cheeks and forehead and nose and everything else as if they could somehow find their full face mask if they tried hard enough. They were mumbling again.

Conner squeezed their shoulder in what he hoped was a grounding gesture. Where did he see this face?

“Hey, it’s alright kid. We all just assumed you were a little older, that’s it. Nothing bad happened.” Flash tried but his words went unheard. Superboy squeezed their arm again, hoping it would be at least just a little grounding.

Where has Conner seen this face?

“Please don’t give me back to them. I’ll be useful, I promise.” They hadn’t stopped speaking but these specific words struck something in young Kryptonian.

He heard similar words before.

He remembered the white-haired, flying girl who he found pickpocketing some unsuspecting tourists, who later ate burgers with him, sitting on top of one of Metropolis’ skyscrapers, talking in hushed tones about labs and guilt of being created as a weapon. Who did her best to reassure him and herself as well that they were more than they were made for. That they were full people. The girl who knew how it was to be an imperfect copy of someone else.

The girl who had a loving template, who couldn’t take her in because of his living situation but did his best to prepare her, before letting her travel for safety and self-discovery.

The girl loved her template enough to show her fellow clone, who she knew for less than three hours, a photo.

“Danny?” he asked, even though he knew.

The boy fell silent before he choked quick, unfinished:

“How-”

“You’re a little different from a guy Dani told me about”

Danny gasped quiet “oh” and looked at nothing in front of him with a sad, broken smile. The kind of smile people often wore when they thought about mysterious before when life was better and happiness easier. Conner wasn’t old enough to have his own before. For now his before was Cadmus lab and he would rather get beaten up into a pulp than return to this place. But Danny seemed to have before and before he was thinking about was different than his before meaning the completely civilian life that Dani told him about. He seemed to think about a time when he was a hero and had Dani and see it as before. Conner was kind of curious about what changed.

“I was a little different guy back then.”

Unknown, the Wandering Hero

So! We all know the typical Vivisection AU, right? Danny is revealed to his parents and they take it in all the wrong ways. They capture him, Vivisect him, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of his friends.

But what about his Rouges?

Sure, we all like to think of some of the more friendly ones like Ember, or Sydney, or Johnny 13 and Kitty, but he has WAY more Evil Rouges than good ones.

Without Danny there to reign them in, the Rouges spread out across the world to fulfill their obsessions, unhampered by the Heroes and Villains of the world that have no means to fight them.

And Danny? He feels responsible. He was the one to open the Gate, he was the Sacrifice, the one to let them through. And when the going got tough he just up and left? No, that won't do.

His Obsession is Protection for a reason, and nothing has changed. All he needs to do is expand his area of focus a little.

Danny, after healing up, starts wandering the world in search of the Ghosts who have escaped into the Mortal Realm. He battles all of his old foes, as well as many new ones who he hadn't met before.

His travels take him far and wide.

He defeats Skulker in Metropolis, as he is trying to hunt down the Super Family for their pelts. They are the last of their race after all, so he is inclined to try and hunt them. Honestly dealing with Skulker was easy, dealing with the Rich Asshole who was funding him was a nightmare.

He chases down Spectra in Gotham as she tries to feed on the misery of an entire City. (Thanks to @impyssadobsessions for the idea, this Prompt specifically). She is actually a very tough fight, especially powered by both the Misery of an Entire City as well as his Own Misery, but he manages.

He defeats Technus is Central City, as he tries to Raid Star Labs for their advanced Tech. It actually took a while to beat him after he amped himself with all that Power, and he did need help from the Local Hero to deal with him. He's just thankful Technus is one of the more "Harmless" ones.

After every Victory, he sends them back to the Realms using the Banishing Spell that Sam taught him a while back (the only bit of magic he ever really managed to master).

He knows they'll eventually find their way back out, but it's all he can do anymore. It's his eternal Punishment for unleashing them out into the World in the first place. He was the Catalyst for this Situation, now he was tasked with Fixing it, no matter how long it took.

...

The Justice League is caught in a tricky situation a the moment.

In the past few months, they have been encountering more and more of these Extra Dimensional Beings known as Realms Ghosts across the World.

Justice League Dark has had some success in battling them, but even they are getting tired of having to deal with every single incident alone.

They did get approached by a Government Agency known as the Ghostly Investigation Ward that seemed to want to help, but it didn't take long to realize that their main Aim was to Genocide the entire Race. The JLA had quickly cut ties after realizing that, and took what little Tech and Information they had been able to gather.

Still, it wasn't easy to deal with these Entities.

Thankfully, they have had some outside help. An Unknown Being has been routinely showing up whenever a Realms Ghost appears and defeating them, before using a (as described by Constantine) "Rudimentary Banishing Spell held together by willpower and luck" to send them back to their home Dimension. There's honestly no way it should be functional, but he did make it work either way.

They don't know much about this Unknown, aside from the fact that he seems to be the only one able to consistently damage the Realms Ghosts. His Powerset leads them to belive he may be from the same Dimension, or at least drawing his power from the same Source, but as he actively avoids the League and takes every opportunity to not talk to them, they know they aren't getting any answers any time soon.

Over the past few months, they had affectionately started referring to him as Unknown, creative they know, because they could never get his Real Name. Sure, some of the Realms Ghosts seemed to recognize him, but they always called him stuff like "Whelp" and "Punk" and "Usurper", which were not very good names to use when referring to him. Although the last one was a bit concerning.

They had only managed to trade a few quick words with Unknown in the past few months, but it was enough to get the Gist of it. He was just doing his job, sending the Realms Ghosts back where they belonged. There was apparently a Tear in Reality letting them through, but he seemed hesitant to reveal what he knew about it.

After a few months of sparse interactions, they eventually managed to convince him to at least take an Emergency Communicator. Just in case. They even let him take it apart to look for any Tracking Devices, which earned them a small bit of trust. They took whatever wins they could.

Fortunately, it seemed he never did need it. In fact he was getting more and more efficient with every battle, defeating his foes in half the time it would have taken before.

Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. One day, the Communicator went off, a distorted voice quickly saying, "Need backup, some of them decide to Team Up" before cutting out.

They quickly rushed to his location, finding an active battlefield with no less that a dozen Ghosts battling Unknown. And he seemed to be on the ropes.

With their arrival, the combined force of the Justice League and Unknown eventually managed to defeat the Group of Ghosts. Justice League Dark volunteered to work on the Banishing Spells while the others cleaned up the damage from the Battle.

One of them approached Unknown to make sure he was ok, and froze.

During the battle, Unknown's Mask had been Torn off, and they could finally see the face of the Hero they had been working with for the past few months.

And he was a Child.

[emdeerm]

Prompt/Idea!

I'm searching for a job, god damnit!

So, a fresh college graduate Danny is searching for a job. He moved out of the Amity park as soon as he could, never ending up revealing himself to his parents. For a very good reason, Jazz, Sam and Tucker agree.

Anyway, he didn't manage to go into any of the space programs or fancy colleges. The first one was cut short by his health stats. Being electrocuted half to death leaves its marks apparently. Who knew. The second one was caused by his abyssamal marks. He did manage to seal the portal in his las year of Highschool but it was too late.

Sam and Tucker moved out. Tucker to the Metropolis. Jazz and Sam decided to settle down in Gotham for the time being. Danny... wasn't sure where to go yet. He got his degree in engineering and just rented an apartment in one of the small towns near the big Sister cities.

Honestly, he wasn't too sad about his life. He could visit even the deepest corners of space on his own. And he often did. Well, when Frostbite would allow to use the Infi-map and tag allong. His family was close. His life was alright.

But Ancients, why was it so hard to find a job that wasn't a MLM in disguise?! It seemed as if no matter what listing he took, it would lead to the same office, same MLM and same conditions! At least it seemed like the recuter was just as confused as he was by his continued appearance.

OR:

JL is searching for a good engeneer and some put up listings under their civilian identities. Meanwhile, JLD is searching for Phantom regarding the Anti-Ecto Acts that were recently discovered. Since the guy is a ghost they tried to summon him. Didn't work. Then they decided to add a small attraction spell to the listings from the JL.

Danny keeps finding new job offers. The conditions sound super dream like, sketchy as shit and way too good. But he has to sign an NDA before any more of what the job entails would be given.

Flash, who was put in charge of interviewing people, because he was being punished for something, is getting more and more confused and concerned for the kid

[billygoat26]

GOD DAMNIT LUZ ASKING AMITY OUT STILL MAKES ME CRY HAPPY TEARS RAHHHHHH

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

no one ever really comments about how bittersweet it feels to read an unfinished fic. the longing feeling of wanting to not let go of it in a way that surrounds small bits of mystery. especially when the author had previously written as if they were super sure theyd update again in a foreseeable future. sure, they might not have and thats okay. i just hope theyre well.

i told myself i wasnt gonna get attached, though, damnit!!! told myself, "13 chapters and 50k words and unfinished?? that seems like a lot of content. what the hell!" it was a lot, but.... not enough as well...

UGH. it was a gem and i absolutely did not expect to find a lumity fanfic abt metal bands and shit BUT IT EXISTS AND IM GLAD. not what i had in mind for a band au but hey!!! i liked it lmao.

the concept of amity dealing with compulsive heteosexuality and her thinking "maybe im just sick...." fucking made me want to start sobbing on the floor in a ball. like- i did NOT need to relate to her more in that way 😭. BECAUSE LIKE the concept of being like "this is whats supposed to be right, right? i should want this... so... why dont i?" </3. im on the floor crying. EVEN IF IT WASNT INTERPRETED LIKE THAT, ISTG. ive never seen that viewpoint but went through that shit too. thank u for validating but also emotionally wrecking me.

(this is the fic btw if you want to see it too)

anyway just doing research for a friend about band aus and writing band aus and found this ^. it seemed super interesting and up my alley because as a music buff and newbie metal enthusiast, i was like "oooooo" so yeah, haha. im rambling, but this fic will probably stick with me for the rest of this week but i just got to its end and want to actually cry rn. I JUST WANT MORE </3 /lh.

[bunniisms]

I love the fact that is seems like Alucard slowly drives the Hellsing’s to madness— like not in an annoyed way, no matter how much I meme on it, but in a power way. The sheer breadth of the power and the position they have put themselves in, employing complete evil, becoming monsters themselves, seeing their reflection staring back at them with contempt in the settled pools of blood afterwards. It happened to Van Helsing, it happened to Arthur, it will happen to Integra. The sheer terror of everything he is associated with wearing down their psyche over time

I adore it! It’s so fascinating, and I enjoy how much Alucard seems to enjoy that part of the deal too!

But this being said! When will it be Amity’s turn to do the same, damnit!

Amity deserves to slowly infest a castle or major estate— driving all of the inhabitants within to madness and plague and death, before taking it over for herself and placing herself as the new head of the family with a new name to suit it

Amity deserves to have a normal ass castle/manor section, but the basements and cellars have been entirely converted into shelob’s fucking lair and all the walls are plastered with a putrid biofilm of partially digested, comb infested bodies and skeletons still partially wrapped in silk and nesting

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Summoned A Flop

For: @darthfrodophantom @warvikwrites 

Valerie has got to stop falling for Vlad’s bullshit, being able to just summon the king of ghosts was definitely too far fetched to have ever actually worked out for her.

Valerie eyes the floor and the large design she’s ‘painted’ on it in ectoplasm, nodding curtly to herself and side eyeing the little paper she got from Vlad, “yeah this looks about right”. As soon as Vlad ‘let’s it slip’ that the king of all ghosts could be summoned she knew what she had to do. If she destroyed or captured him then maybe the ghosts would leave amity alone. That or she could simply talk to this ghost and get him to stop his citizens from coming into the living realm; and maybe punt Vlad for being a lying dick. Okay, so now just a drop of her blood, that way the ghost can’t leave the circle without her letting him and to bring him to the living realm.

And then there’s flashing lights, swirling wind, ragging spiralling flames, and floating globs of ectoplasm forming; it’s all a bit dramatic in Valerie’s opinion. “Oh come on!”. Wait a minute… she knows that voice. When the theatrics dies down Valerie Gray is left staring down at Danny fucking Fenton who’s sitting on his ass legs bent and leaning back on his wrists. Danny blinks at her, she blinks at him, and oh fuck her helmets off damnit. She activates her damn helmet and that breaks the silence, Danny chuckling very awkwardly, “I think it’s a little late for that, Val”, then blinking again, glancing down at the faintly glowing circle thing, “but again, the fuck?”.

She can’t help but blurt out, “‘the fuck’ yourself, how the heck did you appear through a goddamn ghost king summoning circle, Danny”.

“That’s what this is!? Why the fuck are you trying to summon a ghost king?! I have so many questions. And I was actually doing homework! So thanks for that”.

“Oh fuck you. You shouldn’t even be here”, Valerie begins pacing a little, “why the heck would this thing summon you, or any human for that matter? Shouldn’t the ghost king be, oh I don’t know, a fucking ghost?”.

Danny stands up, brushing his pants/hands off, “I mean, logically yeah? But considering we all live in Amity fucking Park, did you seriously expect logical anything?”.

“I mean, point but still”.

Danny just shrugs and goes to walk off, “well you deal with your little crisis, I’m gonna-”, and promptly face plants into the circles' barrier, “okay rude”, looking to Valerie, “really?”.

Okay Valerie can’t help but chuckle a little at that, “well I didn’t want the ghost king running off on me or assaulting me”, grabbing a chair and pulling it over, sitting down kinda in front of Danny, “so care to explain this?”. Like seriously? How the actual fuck did she summon him? She knows he’s got a strange kind of ecto-contamination but that really shouldn’t matter here. It explained how him getting summoned might be possible, but not why this one specifically summoned him.

Danny sticks his arms out at her, “you’re the one who summoned me!”.

“It was supposed to be the ghost king! So I could, you know, stop all this ghost bullshit?! Capture him to scare off the ghosts or get to keep his damn ghosts out!”.

Danny blinks at her, humming a little, “like that’s not a terrible idea, but do you really think ghosts would care or listen that much? Like really?”.

“It’s worth a try, you ass”.

“I don’t know about that one”.

“Oh fuck you”, putting her helmeted head in her hands and shaking her head, “for the love of everything, explain”, lifting her head up and pointing at him, “I’m not letting you out until you do”.

Danny sticks his arms out to the side and huffs, before aggressively sitting down on the ground, crossing his arms and glaring, “boo. No”.

“What do you mean no? Come on Danny”.

“You go and summon me out of the blue, you hide the whole Red Huntress thing -what a fucking way to reveal yourself by the way, and now you’re holding me hostage. I don’t owe you shit”.

She crosses her arms, “okay yeah, I lied and hid things but I still think I should get a damn explanation about this shit? Not letting you go”. That just devolves into a staring contest, Valerie just retracting her helmet because there’s not fucking point anyways and she wanted to get said staring across legitimately. She loses the staring match, since Danny was weird and could probably go for the entire day without blinking if he wanted to. She’s not changing her mind though, and Danny’s getting twitchy.

And eventually… Danny throws his hands up in the air dramatically, “ugh! Fine”. And she smirks at him while he grumbles to himself incoherently. Danny goes back to crossing his arms at her, “where’d you even get this damn circle?”.

“Does it matter”. Danny pouts at her so she rolls her eyes, “the mayor”.

Danny blinks at her before chuckling with a smirk, “you mean the guy I’m perpetually in prank wars with? The guy who became an entire towns mayor just to annoy me? That guy?”.

Valerie blinks, riiiiiight. Goddamn Vlad. He totally set her up! Sighing and putting her face in her palm, “that jackass”. Danny just snickers, “I’m so setting his house on fire for this”.

“Instigating him probably isn’t helpful, Danny”.

“Oh where’s the fun in not returning tit for tat?”.

“You’re impossible”. Valerie stands up, “so let me get this straight, Vlad, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist trying to summon the king of ghosts, tricked me into making a Danny summoning circle just to annoy you?”. She’d say that’s insanely petty, but this is Vlad they’re talking about here.

Danny smirks at her and puts his hands behind his head, “sounds about right”, humming, “sooooo?”.

She eyes him, for some reason she doesn’t really believe him but she also doesn’t really have a reason to accuse him of lying or hiding things. Maybe it’s the way there’s almost a glimmer or mirage of a crown above his head, or the faint glow around him, or the way she can kind of sense power in the air. Yeah she doesn’t believe him at all. But she can’t really explain that now can she? But what she can do is go kick Vlad’s ghostly ass the next time she sees him as revenge. Rolling her eyes at the boy and going about pricking her finger again for the whole blood thing, “fine. I still say this is suspicious as Hell and I absolutely know about your unconscious ass being found outside after that whole shit show with the Pariah ghost”, and glares. If that turned out to be some dethroning thing of some random ghost royal then she’ll smack him one day for it.

Danny just shrugs awkwardly, walking out of the circle, “cool beans. And I’m in general a suspicious person, don’t know what to tell you”, then levels her with a bit of ‘a look‘, “and you do realise that Pariah was the guy you thought you were trying to summon?”.

Valerie blinks, “I knew that guy was some kind of royal, but king of all ghosts?”, then eyeing him suspiciously, “wait, how do you know that?”.

“I hear a lot of ghost gossip. Let’s just say that ghosts really dislikes their king and trapped him in a coma for it”.

Well if that was the case then her whole idea wouldn’t have worked anyways and Vlad’s half ghost ass definitely would have known that. “So my whole idea was a flop, damn. Stupid Vlad”.

Danny laughs, “oh I fully agree with that. Fuck that rich asshole”.

Then Valerie makes a decision, if Vlad was going to mess with her than she was going to mess with him right back, “you know he’s a weird ass half ghost”.

Danny just blinks at her for a bit before rolling his eyes, “wow, way to be a dick and just reveal him like that”, putting a hand on his hip, “rude. But if you think ghosts don’t gossip about that, you’re kidding yourself. So yeah”, shrugging, “I knew”.

Yeah Valerie kind of figured that, “well he’s been a dick to me, so hah”. But Danny points at her, “dickish revenge is, like, filling his water bed with wet cement or swatting his house. Not revealing a thing that could get him experimented on by the government. Gosh”.

“Really Danny? You’re stupid”.

“Says the person who really believed fucking Vlad would just get her to summon the fucking king of all ghosts. Dumb dumb”.

She absolutely slaps the idiot for that.

-

And later Vlad actually has the gall to act surprised over the fact that she ‘accidentally’ summoned Danny. Fucking prick. He also suddenly smelled like beets and suspiciously didn’t wear a single white undershirt for a week.

End.

Prompts: Cut the head off the snake, everything else falls apart. Valerie is hoping the same will hold true for the Ghost Zone. And now that Vlad Masters has given her a way to summon the king of the Ghost Zone, she’s hoping she can eliminate the ghost threat once and for all. It sounded like a solid plan, until Danny Fenton of all people showed up when she used the summoning ritual. and To get revenge on Vlad Masters, Valerie tells someone (be the Fentons, Danny, Tucker, the A- listers, or the GIW) what she discovered at the end of D-Stabilized.

[chasingrabbits-art]

DannyMay2023 day 26: art/fic switch

Title: Now what do we have over here?

I don't actually share many of my fanfics... So this is a bit strange for me. I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

Wes is a bit dejected after another fail at exposing Phantom to the world. But friendly internet stranger might be able to help

Another day, another disappointment.

Wes was sure he had gotten video of Danny transforming from Fenton into Phantom this time! Everything seemed fine while taping! Even through the playbacks, there was only a small hum and minimal graininess.

The major problem was exporting it. Any kind of modern tech always seems to shut down at this step.

Only the most archaic forms of videotaping can stand a chance against the weird distorting qualities of Amity Park’s atmosphere. So AVC to computer adapter it was! But it seemed even ol’ reliable would fail him too.

“Damnit!” He didn't understand what could've gone wrong. “How come this stupid old junk record everything fine but can't transfer to digital to save its life?!”

Working backwards everything was fine. Tape, intact. Camcorder, unscathed. AVC and adapter, plugged. It had to be something with the desktop. The tape played back fine. Everything on the grainy little screen played back fine, but on the computer…

Through the chromatic aberration and distortion, the tape was still legible. It's only when Fenton's transformation rings should appear, the video starts severely deteriorating. The grainy quality of the picture breaks into full undistinguishable noise. The light hum grows and becomes an oppressive static.

Wes angrily shoves the camcorder, still doing his best to be careful with the technology. Even through his rage he knows the worth of analog media in this town. Wes huffs out a breath and collapses on his desk. If he was more hopeful, he'd try recording the camcorder’s screen with his phone again, but he just wants to wallow for a moment.

A ping rings out from the desktop notifications, getting Wes’ attention. Clicking on it took him to his favorite conspiracy theory reddit. Some poor guy’s getting dragged. Breathing in, Wes sits up and pulls his keyboard closer. He musters as much of his optimism and attempts to string together a half-assed peptalk. Hopefully it'll help whoever's on the other end, keep them going a little longer in their search for the truth.

Incredibly, they respond almost immediately. A simple thank you and asking if they have any experience sleuthing. Wes sighs, he could write a whole essay on how to fail at sleuthing.

He smiles at the sympathetic response from the stranger, but something piques his interest and he quickly direct messages the user.

—new conversation started—

ConspiracyK1ng:

Did you just say you make your own tech?

CyberSlueth:

Yes.

And it's pretty impressive if I do say so myself

You interested?

ConspiracyK1ng:

Kind of…

Do you know anything about analog media?

CyberSlueth:

LOL sorry no

Why are you messin with those fossils?

ConspiracyK1ng:

Sadly it's the only thing that works in these…extenuating circumstances.

Anything else stops working when I try capturing what's happening in my town.

Old camcorders and cameras are the most reliable here.

CyberSlueth:

Well thats weird.

Are you sure there isn't anything else that could work recording video?

ConspiracyK1ng:

Not with the weird radiation in my town.

The only things that seem to work are from these scientists.

And they're even bigger nutjobs than me.

CyberSlueth:

…hmmm…

Maybe I could help with that.

Do you have any of their tech?

-

Now that really, really got Wes’ attention. That's two really’s.

Maybe he should continue talking with this guy…

[blight-magic]

THE CLAWTHORNE TOURNAMENT: If You're Not First, You're Last

Today, Amity was brand new. 

She wasn’t the girl who unleashed Ashmedai on the whole town. She wasn’t the one who tanked prom and lost her future all in one night. She wasn’t even a Blight. She was just one in a line of other contestants, all vying for the same goal. Who was Amity? 

Today, she was the best.

When the bell rang, she shot forward, sprinting toward the obstacle course. She picked a direction at random. No matter which way she went, she was going to face something. So who cared, right? The goal was to get through it and get through it fast.

She skidded to a stop as steam rose from the obstacle course floor, the air thick and hazy. 

Titan’s Left Tit. The whole floor was lava.

Well, Amity was from the Boiling Isles. She had dealt with worse. 

Wasting no time, she uncorked her pot of golem, hooked to her belt and then drew out a long line of oozy, freshly made golem, seething with reagents and ready to do Amity’s bidding. She spread it from one stone to the next, and the golem hardened for her. She sped across her makeshift bridge, gathering up the golem as soon as she was on the next stone. She repeated this time and time again, until she was across the field and ready to move on. 

One obstacle down.

She wrapped the glowing golem along her fists and darted forward several more turns until she once again had to skid to a stop when she came across a field. Her eyes darted around as she tried to pick out any signs of traps, tripwires, anything–

Briefly, her eyes met Willow’s.

She froze.

But only for one second, only to watch Willow build a marsh marrowgold. Amity clocked the plant right away from her rudimentary herbology course. A tiny smile twitched on Amity’s face. Smart, Willow. So smart in fact, Amity would use a similar trick.

A dribble of golem fell onto the track and immediately solidified into a shiny purple step. Amity climbed onto it then dropped the next step, then the next, calling back the golem when she was done with it. She got into a flow with it and soon building the steps was as automatic as breathing. She got to the end and wrapped her fists again, not bothering to take a break before she careened around the corner and headed straight on.

When she got to the field, she gritted her teeth immediately as she saw an opponent teleport across the field without so much as a blink. Damnit! They were going to beat Amity, and that wasn’t– wasn’t allowed!

“Abomination!” Amity shouted and in a second her golem leapt off her fist and began to swirl around her. Amity pulled more of it from her ceramic pot. More, more, more– all of it, until she was completely wrapped in a hard ball. The ball pitched forward and then rolled rapidly across the field, crushing a line of the flowers in its wake. 

As soon as the ball of golem reached the other side, it melted around her. Amity commanded it back into its pot and charged for the finish line.

But it was too late. 

She was too slow.

She was not the best. Odalia’s voice echoed in Amity’s mind as she crossed the finish line. Not good enough.

[wingsyliveblogs]

This really was the best thing Eda could have done for Luz. Teaching her spells individually is one thing. Teaching her how to find spells is another. 

Eda might not know much about spell glyphs herself if they’re not common knowledge, and she doesn’t really need to. If Luz knows how to look for spell glyphs on her own, she’ll become much more self-sufficient. And she won’t ever be truly trapped, because the very world around her will show her the way out. 

[volley-ball-101]

I like how there is an obvious connection between Luz and Azura but I feel like Dana is just giggling to herself as we try to figure out HOW she's connected to Luz. Like is she her mother? Distant ancestor? Some kind if fusion between her and Amity? Her future child?? Some kind of god??? just a fucking fictional character?!??!! SHE IS AZURA?!??! Im gonna go insane and Dana probably loves it.

[jacketpotatoo]

Guys The Owl House is so good. It’s so wholesome, the lore and worldbuilding are great, the characters (I love you Amity) are endearing and my heart is just full. And there’s just enough angst and suffering. It reminds me of a crossbreed between adventure time and gravity falls while being a completely new and unique thing and I regret not checking it out sooner

[samskaterguy]

Okay so I hate it when everyone in a fandom just makes someone's whole personality this one thing.

Like Will in Percy Jackson: Nico's boyfriend.

Uraraka in My Hero: Poor.

Any character with really horrible parents: Lol you get horribly abused.

Person shows interest in ONE thing: They're obsessed with it, it's all they think about.

I don't want that to happen to Amity. Like I am very happy we're getting the represention we need with Amity and I love her gay panics with Luz as much as everyone else does but I don't want her personality to just be "Lesbian" in the fandom.

I know I mostly make ship content and that's because I like making it but please. I'm begging do not just reduce Amity to her attraction to Luz when in future she might be much more than that, she IS much more than that.

Also, Lumity isn't canon. Amity likes Liz absolutley 100% there's no denying it but we don't have canonical evidence that Luz likes her back, we don't even know if Luz will have another love interest in the show, we don't even know if these feelings will STAY with Amity throughout the series.

Honestly I think this is just me but why not write my thoughts and share them?

(also we only have one season as of now..so like I get why Amity is the "Disaster Lesbian" as of now, I mean when she gets more development as a character, and gets more depth to her other than her relationship/crush on Luz. Also if we do eventrully get canon Lumity I will be right beside everyone fanboying, this post is in no way hating on shipping)

[puppy-selfship]

totally not me doing a screenshot redraw under cut

god im so sorry the owl house community dont kill me

original screenshot: 

except i cropped it to make it square : ///////

reblogs are appreciated ty ty ty

[acevity]

i like the idea of amity as a caracal with the little ear tufties and edgy eyeliner

[halfawitch-willow]

Willow squeaked a little at his sudden question, her head snapping up and back to meet his eyes and pits, the crystal ball really had done no justice to how tall this guy was, even kneeling. Damnit, Willow, stop making eye contact with people! First Amity, now him!?

Curse her dads for raising her right! "Oh, uh, g-gardening," Willow explained, worrying the empty fingers of her glove for a moment before putting it back in her bag. Stammering as her overly-happy armor faded and left her feeling small and vulnerable. "I work at the f-flower shop on Main. By the... by the park. S-some of the plants aren't safe to handle with b-bare hands. So. Gloves."

'Girl, shut up and get your stuff together so you can leave!'

"I'm so sorry, I'm probably holding you up," she said, reaching for her book once again (no longer depending on her traitorous tail to keep her balanced!) and this time actually managing to grab it. She only had her lunch and other glove left to find, and she spotted her little tin lunch container doing its level best to roll away with speed and haste.

"Crap!" Willow scrambled up, jogging after her lunch and sighing in relief when a thick patch of grass brought it to a halt. "This is what I get for stealing you from Dad, huh?" she murmured to the container as she scooped it up with a huff, looking around for her remaining glove. Still very aware of the young man that was less than ten feet away. Thank Titan for her concealment stone, because her tail was twitching like crazy.

Crash Into Me || Huntlow

[dontbooatme]

DP x BNHA

I know I've only ever made posts about Danny spontaneously being shoved into the bnha universe. But what if Aizawa gets chucked into Amity Park? (Gotta be Aizawa. Or at least Aizawa in focus. He's.. kinda the reason I got into bnha in the first place. I love that man)

Just imagine how Aizawa Shouta would deal with that? With a quirk like Erasure.

And he shows up in this world where having powers isn't normal. But there IS a whole entourage of villains who have abilities anyway. Except Erasure doesn't work on them. Unbeknownst to him, because they don't have physical bodies. And isn't that tidbit of information news to him. He was operating on the fatal assumption "ghost" wasn't literal. Themed gang, maybe. Localized slang term for quirk users, at least. He figures it out eventually. Why his quirk hasn't been working on anyone in this world.

Except this one kid.

An entire world mostly devoid of quirks. Save for the "ghosts." Except this one kid. Supposedly a ghost too. But the only one his quirk actually works on. The first time he uses it, Danny just barely makes it out of sight as Fenton before Aizawa can catch up to where he'd downed Phantom. They had a very uncomfortable stare down nonetheless before Danny beat a hasty retreat after pointing the man in the wrong direction. The fact that Fenton and Phantom look so different definitely helps Danny here in the few moments Danny had out of Aizawa's line of sight.

And maybe it works on a corrupt billionaire too. If we involve him. Probably will. But that comes later.

I'm just imagining Aizawa showing up in Amity Park, taking one look at this dumpster fire that's protected solely by an overworked and undertrained vigilante teenager and deciding, fine, different world different rules, two can play that vigilante game.

And then there's just a whole new kind of rivalry between a disapproving dadzawa trying to stop this vigilante kid from getting involved and a VERY irked Danny who's extremely distrusting of any new ghost hunters entering his terf and he decides: fine, two can play the sabotage game.

Aizawa ends up very much haunted by an angry, invisible 14 year old who keeps trying to steal his scarf. And keeps writing "Get a cat, and a hobby" on the walls of his leased apartment.

As soon as he figures out how to get around the man's weird power without giving away his identity.

And on the other hand Danny has no idea what to make of this man who shows up out of the blue. He cant seem to fly. He cant make ectoblasts. But he's demonstrated that he does have at least one power. And Danny doesn't know what to think of that. His only experience with superpowered living people is Vlad. Another halfa. Maybe he even assumes this guy is just a new halfa that's only worked out how to use one.. admittedly devastating ability. One that would be more useful if the man actually cared to use it on the other ghosts. But damn, he really has it out for Danny specifically.

And, yeah, Aizawa has to get some upgrades to his gear before he can do anything really effective once his element of surprise wears off in battle. (Imagine he gets his scarf infused with ectoplasm. It ends up giving off a slight glow.)

Danny and co and the rest of Amity Park are suddenly suddenly faced with a whole new vigilante. A very batman-esque man...hobo, who is like.. the sole competent adult ghost hunter (he's not ghost hunter, damnit, he's a pro) in town.

Aizawa probably ends up becoming a freelance Japanese tutor or smth to help him get established in the dp world while he figures out a way back home. Or maybe he even becomes a self defence teacher which could be funny if Danny's parents decide he needs self defence training because of how often he comes home injured after ghost fights. It would be a chance to meet outside their alter egos. And maybe that's the thread that leads to an identity reveal for both of them.

Maybe Aizawa even starts believing he's in the pre-quirk era. At some point. Maybe before the identity reveal. Or maybe after. Danny's whole "glow in the dark" shtick is at least passably reminiscent of the stories of the "glowing baby" he grew up on. Even if this is.. not at all what he expected. He's not actually from a different world. (Because I'm attached to the thrown-in-a-different-universe trope) But that is the line of thinking he ends up stuck on.

And what is he supposed to think of that? After he's meddled so much in this kid's life already. How much has he already changed about the history of his world?

And he responds by suddenly drawing back, canceling Danny's mentoring, stops getting involved in vigilantism. Just trying to limit his influence in the life of who he thinks is an important historical figure in his time. But of course Vlad ends up getting involved and ruining everyone's day in a way that forces them to fix it and everything else.

TL:DR Aizawa gets thrown in a world where he gets a handicap. He makes the best of it anyway. But he does use his quirk on one very unlucky lottery winner. Danny has a new nemesis who apparently doesn't see him as a nemesis. And Vlad's just pissed he's been demoted to Common Rouge.