#Danny and his friends are fucking Ra's' shit up

[sagaduwyrm]

DCxDP Idea: Ra's Al Ghul is a Rat-Ass Bastard

Since Damian was a test tube baby, why did Talia have to know about him? Couldn’t Ra’s create an infant on his own?

Danyal was born like this some years before Damian was, even before Talia had the idea to have a kid with Bruce. He was raised by Ra’s to be a weapon, rather than an heir, and was eventually sent to investigate the Fenton's research into what Ra’s suspected to be the source of the Lazarus Pits. Their research was minimal at the time, and Ra’s was getting annoyed with Danyal’s lack of progress (read: problems with authority and strong moral code (I headcanon Danny as morally gray in the way of most supernatural beings, but that’s still more moral than Ra’s)), so it became a long term infiltration mission.

This eventually led to the events of DP Canon, and Ra’s began supporting the GIW as a way to get that research on the Infinite Realms he wanted and as an attempt to control his wayward grandson. Unfortunately for him, Danny has grown into himself away from his grandfather, and he has friends who are ready to throw down with his asshole ancestor, both ghost and human.

This connects to how the batfam finds out. They’re keeping track of Ra’s and began investigating the GIW after he failed to hide his tracks. They find a horrific series of sapient rights violations against a race of supernatural/interdimensional spirits. The Justice League didn’t know, and occasionally even accidentally helped the GIW. The only force holding the GIW back is a small group of ghosts and human mages that are waging war against them and Ra’s, even going so far as to drain the Lazarus Pits.

Danny Phantom, one of the leaders of this group, looks nothing like Damian, in the way that siblings can look nothing like each other once you’re familiar with them. But he does look eerily reminiscent of both Talia and Bruce, and Ra’s had been acting weird about this whole thing…

Danny could know about the batfam and Talia or not. I think he would know about them at least vaguely, just for security reasons, but I also think Ra’s would have made them out to be people Danny can’t reach out to. He would definitely make it seem like Talia and Damian knew about him so that Danny would think they're on Ra's' side.

This is even an opportunity for Good Mom!Talia, for her to try to do better with Danny than she did with Damian, for her to finally break free of her father, and maybe even repair her relationship with her younger son.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright so John Constantine gets a call from an ex… who owns part of his soul. (This is my Viking btw)

“John, I will give you your soul back if you do me a favour.”

“Uhh…”

“I will TELL you what they’re going to do to you when you die if you do this for me.”

“Aren’t they gonna just fight each other luv?”

“Don’t call me that and oh god you fucking DUMBASS.”

So John agrees and comes to see her. With her is a young boy in the shape of a 5 year old.

“John, you idiot, this is Danny Phantom. Crown Prince of the Infinte Realms. I need you to take care of him for a few years.”

Constantine goes brain dead and kind of splutters. Because WHAT?! But it’s legit.

Viking here was taking care of Danny but can’t anymore because the LOA took exception to her murdering Ra’s again by dismembering him while scattering his pieces and blowing up a Lazarus Pit so they’re hunting her. She has to take care of that. Danny was in her care as a favour to Clockwork because he was badly hurt during a fight with the GIW and so his parents got him to CW, and went to deal with it. Turned into a suicide run and killed them. Sam, Tucker and Jazz died to sadly, and now are ghosts along with the adult Fentons. But the Infinite Realms aren’t safe for Danny as Vlad is trying to take control as due to his injuries Danny had to be deaged.

Viking is really short on people to call. She’s an immortal Viking who fights for fun and has more enemies then friends. Constantine is the ONLY ONE she trusts.

Yeah she’s aware how sad it is. But she can’t give the kid to anyone else. Even the baby Revenant she fucks with isn’t a choice due to him subconsciously eating all the ectoplasm around him. Danny can’t fight that off. Meaning she can’t go to Batman.

So she has to get Constantine. So now he’s in charge of baby Danny. Of course he doesn’t want to but Viking reveals that “Before the injury Danny had to do paperwork for the Realms and got so annoyed at your soul bullshit he declared he’d give people a 10 year tax reduction for your soul. He owns all of it now. And if Vlad manages to get the throne your soul will belong to him.”

A crazy ghost obsessed with control or a boy who went: I dunno I’ll make him like… clean shit? Who knows. I’m done with his bull.

Yeah not much choice. So now John is in charge of Danny!!

Other notes:

- Danny remembers and doesn’t remember being his proper age. He’ll remember more when he’s older though.

- Danny is a little shit as a child whose embraced the feral Racoon life.

- Viking routinely gets chased by the LOA, usually though it takes a few years after she’d murked Ra’s. It’s been 5 since and he came back way to early. She’s gonna drop his head into the ocean next time. She’s also going to get her own body chopped up but she’s going to make it hell for them first.

- I like the idea that Constantine went and spoke to Batman about backup for this. Batman was on the watchtower, heard Constantine was talking to an old ex. He decides to put speakers on and listen in with the rest of the JL for shits and giggles.

- Batfam is also listening in.

- Constantine didn’t actually know what a Revenant was, getting them confused with Remnant which to be fair are kind of similar. Everyone else actually did to. Viking finds it funny.

- This is how Jason learns he’s one to and that he has to kill the Joker to actually die. He’s a little smug that Bruce has to let him do it now or damn him to walking the world.

- Constantine being the dad of the next Ghost King is both hilarious to everyone and terrifying but really: he’s the ONLY ONE other then Batman who can do it as Gotham is heavily protected thanks to *hand wave* and no one else has as much history with the occult like he does. Or as many fingers in pies or whatever the saying is.

[halfblackwolfdemon]

I feel like, with Ra's years of knowledge and our flippancy with canon (it can and will be my bitch and I shall pick and choose what canon I'm eating at the moment) Ra's will 100% adjust how he handles Danny and Damian's continued training.

With Bruce's son, his new heir, Ra's, while still teaching how to be a proper Assassin and everything, would have him come to think of Danny as his personal guard, his "demon" to command and control.

And Danny, whose had years under Ra's, (training and killing and becoming someone so highly respected and feared) and is a little (a lot) unhinged with his family and friends' passing, will do everything in his power to keep Damian safe. He has only Damian now. Damian is all that matters. He is all Danny will live and die for. And he will protect him with everything in his being and beyond.

Ra's plays on Danny's feelings, on his obsession with keeping Damian safe. And if he sees more of Danny's ghostly side? His eyes glowing green, his fangs and claws lengthening, his hissing and need for skin-on-skin contact if Damian is hurt to heal him (cause I hc that Danny, with his ice core, can heal like the Yeti's can)? Damian has a powerful protector. A powerful beast only he can control (Ra's can tell, anything Damian asks for, speaks of or even hints of wanting, Danny will do everything and more to get it for his Little Sol, his North Star, his reason for living)

I feel like, after losing everyone he loved and before Danny asked Vlad to yank his humanity out, assassins were sent to end Vlad, since Ra's is technically an eco-terrorist at his "core" and Vlad has def done a fuckload of shady deals to get that rich that fast. And Vlad, who under normal circumstances, would be able to take them out easily, dies protecting Danny.

Danny, seeing the last person who knew and cared about him cut down so easily, just begs to be killed, too. But the assassins weren't here for Danny. They got their target, took their proof (a finger or something), and left.

Danny, in a moment of deep depressive grief, follows. It's how he found Ra's originally, and got Ra's interested in him.

"Talia, he followed my most loyal and perceptive assassins without their knowledge. I will have him. Bring him to me." Ra's murmured, green eyes glinting.

It spirals there. Ra's can fake til he makes it better than anyone. A gentle voice here. A soft headpat there. Quiet affirmations. Letting Danny 'catch him' being soft. Very much following @halfagone 's story where Ra's is intrigued by Danny when he visits Amity Park after his other daughters' death.

But he doesn't have to steal Danny away. Danny came to him willingly.

Danny develops an obsession with pleasing Ra's. He wasn't his father, but... But Danny never really had a grandpa.

A Grandfather. Ra's was his Grandfather.

Ra's is very pleased with this.

And then Talia rapes takes Bruce's sperm and Damian is made.

The moment Danny's eyes land on Damian, a new obsession forms. That child was his to protect. His to cherish. His to care for.

Ra's was extra pleased. Another neatly crafted fold to his origami plan for World Domination from the shadows. Daniel would never leave him. Would do everything for his little brother, his Center, his North Star. All according to plan.

I feel like this would pair really well with the Son of Batman start where Slade comes in and kills Ra's, making Talia send Danny off with Damian to protect him. Sending Damian to Bruce. And instead of Bruce nearly fucking Talia in front of Damian like in the movie, Danny just shows up in front of the manor with Damian cuddled against his chest.

For this I feel like Danny would definitely follow in Jack's shoes of being a brick shit-house in height, but with major hints of Maddie; all slim muscles built for stealth and hidden strength. He'd probably be around 6'6" with Dicks build:

Like this but tall af. Just, tiny 4' nothing Damian curled up against Danny's chest is the big picture I got going on in my head, wearing a button down shirt and jeans with LoA shoes.

And then we get into big plot points for the story:

- Damian wants revenge on Slade for Ra's death

- Danny butting heads with Dick and Bruce about raising Damian

- Introducing the rest of the family to Damian, who doesn't have a complex about being Robin. He was raised to be the next Demon's Head, why would he want to be Robin?

- Danny knew Jason when he was training with the League, Jason loves him. Danny is also the reason that Jason's Pit Madness was curbed so easily, but Danny didn't care if Jason went full bonkers when he made it to Gotham. Not his problem.

More if I can think of it! I now have... Ideas...

I got a take on the Danny is Damian's older brother au. He's Damian's brother but he's his adopted brother. So hear me out:

Danny is running away post TUE and he encounters some assassins. For whatever reason they get into a fight and he beats them. This ends up getting back to Ra's who is quite curious about who beat up his most prized assassins effortlessly. After some investigation, he extends an invite for Danny to train under him. On Danny's part, he jumps at the chance to disappear off the face of the earth and have a free place to stay.

Danny ends up being an absolute prodigy. This is him close to being Dan so his morals are much shakier. He doesn't leap at the opportunity to kill, but he's most definitely not above it if need be. Combine that with his ghost powers and personal training by Ra's himself and the guy becomes like the golden standard within the league. So much so to the point where Ra's even names him his heir and adopts him. Though Danny insists he is his adopted grandson and not adopted son.

Flashforward to Damian being born and Ra's obviously wants him to be his new heir. Not that Danny has any problem with this. He's very clearly Ra's favorite considering the things he's allowed to get away with. Like letting targets go, having worldly possessions in his room (TV, gaming console, computer, etc), and even befriending his subordinates (Ra's particularly doesn't like that one but knows Danny will never allow it to become a weakness for him). Even if Danny wasn't the heir, he would still maintain a significant level of authority within the league (again not that he cares about having power as long as there's a roof over his head).

The problem is, Damian can't compete with Danny. After all, who could match up to a highly trained half ghost with dubious morals? Let alone a kid. Too bad Ra's doesn't see it that way. He sees Damian as a failure who will never measure up to Danny. That's why he sends the boy off to live with his father. It's under the excuse that he'll be receiving a different sort of training but in reality, the Demon Head no longer wants anything to do with his biological grandson.

Obviously this turns into quite the complex for Damian. Meanwhile Danny absolutely adores Damian. From the moment he was introduced to the baby he was ecstatic. He'd always wanted to be an older brother. He would constantly be barging into Damian's room to hang out and whenever they'd sparred together, he'd try to let him win. Ra's quickly caught onto that one and put a stop to it immediately though. Basically Danny is Damian's League of Assassins version of Dick. An example of what he's supposed to be that he will always compare himself to (and that also has no idea what personal space is).

Danny loved his little brother so much that he even managed to get a mission to Gotham about a year after Damian had been sent there in order to surprise him with a belated birthday present.

The bats are absolutely shocked with an assassin suddenly charges at Damian and before anyone can react, scoops him into a hug. Damian is screeching bloody murder as he attempts to get Danny to let him go. Danny is just hugging him while saying stuff like "I missed you little brother" and "You've grown so much since I last saw you" all while avoiding knives to the chest.

The bats get shocked x2 because wait.... little brother!? Talia had another child!? And one far older than Damian to boot. Damian is quick to clarify that Danny is adopted while still trying to stab him. Imagine the boy's horror and Danny's delight when he gets invited back to the batcave to speak further.

[kawaiijohn]

A gift for a friend

So @floralflowerpower has been having it rough lately and I wanted to write something wholesome for her as a thanks for being such a damn good friend.

So without further ado, here's some UFS (Danny/Wes) comedic/fluff bullshit :D

College AU kinda, rated T for swearing. If they don't swear then what's the point????

"Can it, Fenton!" Wes threw this other shoe at his boyfriend, and as he suspected, the fucker turned intangible again. "You mean to tell me you've been the damn GHOST KING the entire time we've been together and mentioning it just happened to 'slip your mind'???"

Danny winced. He knew his tendency to lie by omission would bite him in the ass again. Sam was right, he should have brought it up before their one-year anniversary. Maybe if he did, the two wouldn't be in their shared dorm with an Observant watching their lovers' spat. "Hey, you know I have issues remembering stuff! It happens with shit like eating too!"

He turned intangible as a stuffed spaceship joined in the wonderful sport of being thrown at his head- if not for his ghost powers it would have smacked him right in the nose. Danny laughed a little- the one disadvantage to dating a basketball player was his on-point aim.

"Yeah, but I would think being the King of all Ghosts is a bit more pressing to tell your human boyfriend about, and not wait for the oversized Minion to show up and drop the ball while he's in his bunny slippers!!" Wes panted, having thrown several more plushies and his pillow at Danny.

"If I may interject... Lord Phantom's concubine...?"

He chokes a little at the 'title' and Danny laughs. Wes notes to kill him all the way later, after all of this is done. "Wes! I'm Wes! Wes Weston!! Danny's boyfriend- why the fuck would you call me a concubine?????" He sputters and rolls his eyes at the tall know-it-all ghost. Motherfucker made him choke on his cereal when he showed up through a portal out of nowhere. "Jesus, you can't even pretend to be polite! No wonder Danny tells me to avoid you eyeballs."

"We know who you are, Mistborn. Our Order keeps note on all non-humans who may pose a significant threat to the timeline." the Observant scoffs in disgust, as if it were obvious. "We simply did not know how to refer to the King's lover in modern terms. Kings normally do not have 'boyfriends', nor do they normally engage in... activities with those of the opposing plane."

Oh so they wanted to play that game, huh? "Listen, if you don't mind I have to talk to Danny about this, so if you could kindly fuck off out of our dorm before the RA comes and tries to figure out why there's a glowing light coming out from under the door at 7am." He crosses his arms and pouts, appreciating that Danny started chanting 'ooooooh' like he was a high schooler watching someone get called to the principle's office. "Danny you're the King, right? Just tell your weirdo minion advisor to fuck off already."

"Oh yeah I can do that." Danny crosses his arms to copy Wes and grins, fangs bared. "Get the fuck out of here Gerald. I'll be back to the Keep after my classes today, so unless Clockwork personally calls me I'm going to stay here and be normal for a few hours."

"But sire, planning for the Truce is-"

Wes feels a shiver race down his spine as Danny growls. He always loves when his boyfriend gets a little less human. If only he'd realized it before obsessing over revealing his secret to everyone, he could have enjoyed being Phantom's boy much sooner.

"Fine, King Phantom. We will await your return later tonight." Gerald rolls his eye and vanishes through another portal.

Danny's shoulders sag and he laughs. "Oh man! I hate when they do that, but they always run away as soon as I start bossing them around. They're all bark and no bite nowadays!!"

Wes turns to absolutely glare daggers at his boyfriend. "You're not off the hook, Mr. King of all Ghosts," he spits "So Danny, tell me about how long you've been neglecting to tell me this secret and why these minion looking motherfuckers know so much about me." He smiled dangerously.

"Well uh, you see," Danny swallows, "I've been king since... the whole 'town getting sucked into the Ghost Zone' business and just didn't know until I was an adult and those assholes showed up with this stupid thing." Wes watches as the air around Danny's head shimmers and a crown made of black metal and ice materializes on his head.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THAT????" he yells.

"Duh, since I was like 18. I just said that." The crown vanishes to nothing once again as Danny rolls his eyes. "For someone as observant as you, you can have really selective hearing."

Wes looks for something soft to throw at Danny again, but alas finds nothing. "Fenton you are infuriating, you know that?" He takes a deep breath and centers himself. "But I love you anyways, you cryptid idiot."

Danny smiles and kisses Wes on the cheek. "I can properly explain it if you give me a little time- maybe I can ask Tucker to make a PowerPoint. You seem to like those a lot." Danny teases.

"They're the best way to present information, you can't change my mind." Wes nods proudly.

"Anyways, I can clean up the mess- it's only fair since I kinda lied by omission the entire time we've been a thing. So don't worry about putting all the plushies in their place."

Danny begins picking up the pile of plushies behind him. The two fall into a rhythm of picking up and getting ready for class before Danny still and looks at Wes, worried.

"Gerald said he keeps track of non-humans when talking about you..." Danny starts.

"You're right. He did. Called me Mistborn too."

"I... think I'm gonna ask him what he meant by that tonight. You know, just to see if he was fucking with me. They say some cryptic shit like that sometimes."

Wes could tell Danny was rationalizing, lying to himself. He didn't like the insinuation, but it makes a bit of sense. If one of his brothers is psychic it's not too far to think there's something weird about him too, but he allows himself to ignore the feeling of dread in his stomach.

Class starts soon, after all.

[when-they-write-stuff]

Since you posted that prompts list 🙃🙃🙃🙃 85. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.” I neeeeeeed some jelly Derek, luv ya

The first time Stiles went to The Jungle, he’d been a scrawny, pale, sexually-confused teenager. Stiles was pretty sure he’d blundered in and made a complete fool of himself, but that had seemed to be his MO when he was younger. 

When he was younger, Stiles was an idiot. He wouldn’t even attempt to deny that.

But Stiles was a solid nineteen-years-old now and although he never would have seen himself staying in Beacon Hills after high school, he could always follow Scott’s example and claim it to be ‘werewolf stuff.’ Even if he wasn’t a werewolf. Even though he probably could have turned his back on it all whenever he wanted without anyone ever giving him too hard of a time.

But then Stiles could also say Derek had made him stay. Derek Hale and his red eyes. Derek Hale and his grumpy growls that Stiles was totally not head of heels for, thank you very much.

He could even say it was his father, even though Stiles was pretty sure his dad would love to see him a couple thousand miles from this Hellmouth. The point is, Stiles could make up a lot of excuses. But where had he been again?

Oh yeah. His newly understood sexuality and the local Beacon Hills gay club.

Stiles hadn’t planned on going out, he really hadn’t. But then Scott was busy with Allison, Lydia was busy being a genius in another state, and Stiles was pretty sure Derek was kicking his betas asses during their Friday night training. 

Which, uh, no thanks. He didn’t care that Derek offered out the loft to whoever wanted to crash there, Stiles had better things to do than watch shirtless werewolves run around and get beaten up by a man twice their size and much more dangerous to Stiles’s certain… lower regions.

So, when a smirking Jackson had offered an invitation out, did Stiles really have anything better to do? Other than chill in his dorm room that is, wondering when Scott would end up coming back before the night ended. But part of him knew that probably wouldn’t happen until tomorrow. Or, if Stiles was really unlucky, he’d be alone all the way until the weekend ended.

But still, some part of his brain said; it was Jackson. And a couple of years ago, Stiles would have very impolitely said ‘fuck you’, thank you very much.

But this wasn’t a few years ago. And Stiles could agree now that yeah, Jackson wasn’t the complete douchebag that he used to be. And when he was actually tolerating Stiles’s presence, they sometimes got along. 

Sometimes. Stiles was hoping tonight would be one of those nights.

Because he was bored, dammit.

The last time he’d been clubbing was— when was the last time he’d been clubbing? It seemed like the pack was sidetracked every other day with the new monster of the week and Stiles never had any time to himself anymore. He sorely regretted telling Derek his dorm number because the Alpha showed up multiple times each week now, scaring the shit out of Stiles’s floor every time.

His RA wouldn’t even talk to him anymore. But could Stiles really blame the guy? Joe had come by the dorm room once and Derek had nearly gone feral Alpha werewolf on the poor guy.

If Stiles thought about it, Derek tended to nearly go feral Alpha werewolf on anyone that dared get too close to him. But yeah, Stiles didn’t really spend too much thinking about it. Mostly because somehow, Derek had managed to keep the exciting parts of Stiles’s life dry both inside and outside of pack life.

It was like he was werewolf married or something. Just without the perks.

Married to the pack, maybe?

“Hey, Stilinski, where the hell is your head at tonight?”

Stiles snapped out of his thoughts and gave Jackson a startled look. The beta was sitting in his desk chair and scowling, all decked out to be hitting the club. Stiles didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, but his Chemistry book was still open in his lap and he was pretty sure he didn’t remember letting Jackson into his room.

Stiles stared at him for another long moment. Jackson scowled and waved a hand through the air.

“Uh, Stilinski? Earth to the idiot?

“Shut up,” Stiles grumbled, slapping his book shut. He tossed it off of his bed and Jackson caught it with a curse, but there was a definite smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. Stiles all but fell off his bunk bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, grabbing the closest pile of clothes that he was pretty sure didn’t smell too terrible.

But then Jackson was there, eyes flashing blue as he yanked them away. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Are you serious, dude? Those are like, my cleanest clothes.”

“I know. That’s why I brought an outfit.”

Stiles scowled at the beta and considered denying him just to see how snarly Jackson could get before he gave him. But then, deciding to take the path of least resistance, Stiles took the clothes pushed into his arms and turned back toward the bathroom, stumbling inside. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d showered. But it was exams week with the end of the semester finally coming up and Stiles had been living off of Red Bull and ramen, dammit. He couldn’t be expected to be put together.

He really needed this night out.

By the time he came out all showered and dressed, Jackson gave him a sweeping look and then actually look satisfied. Stiles just flipped him the bird, grabbing his keys and wallet off his desk before heading out of his dorm room without waiting for the beta.

He wasn’t doing this for Jackson. But it might mess with Scott a little if he came back early and maybe Stiles was kind of hoping for that.

Or at least he could get so wasted that he’d forget the fact that he’d probably failed his Anthropology final two days ago. But the exam had been hard, okay? Stiles had studied; he had.

Jackson smacked him upside the head when they reached the jeep and told him to stop thinking so hard. Stiles just glared at the beta again.

The last time he’d been clubbing— the last time he’d been clubbing? Stiles was pretty sure it had been with Danny when he was newly eighteen, a few months before the teenager had hightailed it out of Beacon Hills and all the horrors that the town held.

If Stiles had been smart, he probably would’ve followed.

But Stiles wasn’t smart. Not in certain areas at certain times, at least. Which might have been how he was ducking into the local gay club at twelve o’clock on a Friday night, counting down the minutes until Jackson inevitably ditched him. 

Tonight took a little longer than usual. But by the time Stiles had been hanging around the bar counter for going on ten minutes, Jackson just gave him a disappointed look and ducked away.

Stiles shrugged and turned back to his rum and coke.

He didn’t say alone for long, though.

“Your friend told me to introduce myself,” a new voice said, not long after Stiles had worked his way through his second drink. And Stiles really should have expected this.

The guy dropped onto the stool at Stiles’s side and he raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways to take in the dark brown hair that came with a Jackson-approved chiseled face. Still, Stiles shot a glance across the dance floor to see Jackson give him a blue-eyed look, arms thrown around the neck of some other stranger.

Forcing himself not to sigh, Stiles turned back toward the guy.

He could look at him without envisioning dark stubble or grey-green eyes, which Stiles always considered a win. He’d never admit that out loud, but Derek had totally ruined standards for him. Except, Stiles wasn’t pining. Totally not.

He was not pining.

“My name’s Vic,” the guy said, offering out a hand. And of course, it was. Stiles could have survived this night with just a bit of drinking and maybe some wallowing in the bar nuts. But then again, Jackson might never invite him out again.

“I’m Stiles.”

“Your friend already told me.”

“Oh?” Stiles said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that all you’ve heard about me so far?”

“He said you like to dance.”

Sometimes, Stiles really hated Jackson. Had he been a stupid seventeen-year-old again, he totally would have thought this was a prank. But he didn’t need to glance over to see Jackson’s threatening looks, slowly letting himself get pulled up.

The bartender’s look was all too knowing. Stiles slapped a ten onto the counter and let himself get tugged out onto the dance floor.

Stiles wasn’t sure if he had the appropriate buzz for this yet. But then he was surrounded by sweaty bodies and the lights overhead were a little more than blinding. If Stiles concentrated hard enough, the music could be dulled to a thrumming in the background and Vic’s eyes almost seemed to reflect a little bit of green in the overhead lights. Stiles was pretty sure that was all in his own head though, because he was pretty sure the guy’s eyes had been dark brown earlier. But he was allowed to imagine a little, wasn’t he?

Then there were fingertips brushing over the back of his neck and Stiles glanced back to see Jackson. Sweat shone on his forehead and a wicked smirk played along his lips. The beta jerked his chin toward Vic and at some point between song one and song two, Stiles had gone from Jackson pressing up against his back to Vic grinding down against his front. 

Now, this was a much easier way of getting his brain to shut up, Stiles had to admit. With fingers tracing over the back of his neck, Vic dragged a hand through his hair and pulled Stiles toward the crook of his neck with his free hand. Stiles could completely forget about his possible failed exam or complete lack of a roommate right now.

Or Derek. Freaking Derek Hale.

Screw Derek Hale.

Like he could read his spinning thoughts, Vic’s hand tightened in his hair and guided Stiles’s lips up his neck and toward his own. And yeah, Stiles was no stranger to kissing. He’d gone a solid four months with Lydia before her college enrollment took her elsewhere. And he’d tried his hand at hook-ups once upon a time. Though, he’d never really made it past imagining what could be something else.

Something more.

But Stiles wasn’t a lovestruck girl, dammit.

Except then there were warm lips against his own, a tongue prodding into his mouth, and Stiles yanked sharply back. Vic gave him a slightly wounded look and Stiles would have mumbled a series of apologies if he remembered how to string words together. Instead, he just raised a hand and stumbled back, before turning around and fleeing the dance floor altogether.

And what had he been saying earlier? This was the night that he needed out. To get wasted, to forget about everything else.

But Stiles was just wanted to go back to his dark, empty dorm right now.

He thumbed out his phone and went scrawling for Jackson’s name, but then there was a sudden hand on the neckline of his t-shirt. Stiles squeaked as he was yanked sideways and shoved against the nearest wall. For a moment, panic crashed over him and Stiles jabbed his elbow out as hard as he could; but then the returned grunt of pain made him freeze.

“D- Derek?”

The Alpha was bent over a little, growling underneath his breath. Then red eyes snapped up and Stiles’s heart skipped a beat as he went to retreat back even more. Except there was nowhere else to go. The cement of the wall was at his back and Derek slowly straightened, red eyes searching Stiles up and down.

Then the man leaned forward, inhaling deep, and his fangs promptly slid down. Stiles yelped, clapping both hands over Derek’s face, and the man growled from behind them.

“Derek, dude, put those away! We’re in public!”

But Derek was sounding a bit like an actual wolf now, so Stiles just guided him toward the nearest exit, hands still covering Derek’s face. He shoved the door and the moment they were out in the night, Stiles yanked back like he’d been burned. Derek’s eyes were still bright red.

Stiles’s breaths hitched. He batted at Derek’s face, earning another growl. “Derek, you damn asshole. Put those away!”

“What the hell happened in there?”

For a moment, all Stiles could do was stare in confusion. But Derek looked a little bit peeved, a little bit frustrated, and a little bit… hurt? And slowly, the pieces slipped together.

Stiles huffed, despite the way his stomach flipped. “Dude, that’s so creepy, oh my god. Could you try not sniffing out all my recent activities for once? What the hell are you doing here anyway? I thought you trained the betas on Fridays?”

“I do,” Derek said gruffly. “That ended two hours ago. I went by your dorm but it was empty.”

“So you… came here?”

“I was worried.”

Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then he chuckled and tried to flick at the man’s nose, but Derek just ducked away. Stiles blinked at him then, tilting his head. 

“Dude, what’s up?”

“You smell bad,” Derek said, eyes flickering. “You smell wrong.”

Okay, first of all, Stiles had taken a shower before he’d come here. And second of all— “That’s none your business, Sourwolf.”

Derek drew back, the red fading from his eyes. But instead of looking peeved, angry, or even a little unhappy, he just looked stricken. Like the very fact that Stiles was walking around smelling like someone else was physically painful to him.

And okay, but it wasn’t like Stiles always smelled like himself, alright? He was surrounded by strangers every day.

“Derek, dude, I really don’t know what you wan—”

“Stiles, please.”

Stiles froze, his stomach flipping again. But that seemed to be enough of an answer for Derek because he moved forward again. The man’s nose traced along his collarbone, scenting fingers danced along the back of his neck, and Derek pressed his entire face into the crook of Stiles’s neck as if it was a life or death situation.

Stiles just… well, he just froze. His brain was moving slowly and he knew for a fact that he hadn’t drunk enough to blame this all on the alcohol.

But then slowly, like puzzle pieces, one thing clicked with another. And then Stiles yanked back so hard, he smacked his head against the wall and bit his tongue in the process. Derek whined at the loss of contact, Stiles tasted blood, and then the man was giving him a hurt look. But Stiles’s brain was lingering on one thing right now. 

“Oh my god. You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

In a second, Derek’s stance was guarded. He started to draw back a few inches and the action looked physically painful. The man looked like he wanted to attack Stiles’s neck all over again, but instead, he just folded his arms over his chest and lowered his gaze. 

“I’m not jealous.”

“You are so totally jealous!”

Once more, the red eyes were snapping up and Stiles’s breaths stalled in his throat. Carefully, he stepped forward, uncrossing Derek’s arms, and the man whined again.

“Derek, what do I smell like?”

“Wrong.”

“Yes, but what do I smell like?”

“Not… mine.”

Derek was glaring at the ground again as he said those words. Stiles’s heartbeat stuttered and then Derek was growling. Stiles risked once more step closer. Derek searched his face, almost looking vulnerable.

“Stiles, don’t do this if it's not re—”

“Dude.”

Grey-green eyes flickered in and out of red as Derek clamped his mouth shut. Stiles could still hear the steady thrum of music from the club and the sound of voices from a little way down the alleyway. But he kept his gaze on Derek’s face, nodding carefully. 

"You can change that."

Then he was being crowded against the wall once more.

Stiles couldn’t help but squeak as sharp fangs moved up his neck. They nipped gently underneath his jaw and then traveled back down. But when Derek bit the spot between his shoulder and neck, it was all human teeth. Fingers traced over the back of Stiles’s neck again and Derek growled lightly, sucking marks all the way back up to the underside of Stiles’s chin.

He was so going to be swearing scarves for the rest of the week.

Or… maybe not.

Scott was probably going to flip out. Stiles might have grinned a little bit at that realization.

Then Stiles had lost all contact of the man and he totally didn’t whine at that. Derek moved back a few inches, studying his face, and then his eyes dropped to Stiles’s lips.

“Stiles, can I—”

“Oh my god, kiss me you furry asshole.”

And Jackson was never getting credit for this, ever. Stiles would like to say that he hadn’t come to the Jungle tonight expecting for Derek Hale of all people to show up. But if he’d know this is what would finally do it, he might have had come a long time again.

Derek kissed him softer than he had before. The hand cupping Stiles’s neck moved up to card through his hair and every time Stiles hummed in agreement at a movement, the man growled at the back of his throat. He tasted like mint, smelled like leather and pine, and Stiles totally hadn't imagined this before. He wasn’t a pining school girl, dammit.

But… but Derek kissed exactly like he’d always thought. Though that wasn’t a thing.

Except maybe it was now.

Stiles probably could have stayed there making out with Derek literal Hale all night except suddenly, the doors they ducked out of were banging open. Stiles yelped and pinwheeled back into the wall as Jackson came charging out, snarling and blue-eyed.

But one flash of Derek’s red eyes had the beta curling back into himself. His startled expression snapped from Derek, to Stiles, and back. Then Jackson drew himself up, a wicked smirk curling across his lips, and Stiles knew he was never living this down.

“Oh my god, Stilinski. You so totally owe me.”

“Jackson, get your furry little ass out of here or I swear to god—”

The beta didn’t need to be told twice, apparently. Whether it was from Stiles’s threats, Derek’s growling, or just his sense of self-preservation (did he have one?), because he only smirked one more time before backing away. And then Stiles’s heart skipped a beat as Derek glanced at him again.

And suddenly, he felt nervous. But why did he feel nervous?

“So, Sourwolf…”

“Is all of this okay, Stiles?”

Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then he shook his head, moving forward and catching the man’s lips again. Because of course, he had to be in love with this idiot. Except... he kind of liked the way Derek growled at the sharp kiss. He kind of loved the way the man shivered against him and Stiles had caused that. 

Stiles nipped at his lower lip and then drew back with a grin. “I dunno, dude. Care to tell me what I smell like right now?”

Once more, sharp fangs skated down his neck and Derek Hale had totally ruined standards for Stiles. Now and forever. They paused against the bottom of his neck, warm breaths against his skin, and then Derek’s lips curved into a smile as Stiles whined.

“You smell like mine .”

And hell yeah, Stiles could totally be okay with that.

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I hope I did this prompt justice! I don't write jealous Derek very often so this was kind of new, but I had fun with it! Thank you so much for the prompt, Khale ma’am <3

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[cs-discourse]

Reccomendations (V long sorry 😅)

I offer you all some shows to watch instead of hAzBiN hOtEL:                         

Epithet Erased (On YT I think. - Animation style is a little hard to get used to, but I love the chars and story line. Wholesome fun.)

Brooklyn 99 ( Netflix - please remember that real cops are not like this, it is a fictitious portrayal - the actors themselves donated 100,000 $ to support protesters against cops. Enjoy it but watch it as the fiction it is. Be aware that it’s copaganda.)

She-ra ( Netflix- we stan that lgbtq representation)

Avatar the Last Airbender (Netflix - Most of you have prbly already seen it but uh. If you haven’t, it’s pretty good. Definitely a lighthearted semi childish show.)

Daria (Crave - We stan unique poc representation. https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/59kp45/daria-jodie-landon-suburban-black-girl) 

Adventure Time (Dailymotion -free- or Google Play - Just google best episodes and watch those ones. The ones with Marceline + PB are my personal faves.) 

Magic For Humans (Netflix - Basically an interesting magic show. Fun activity: when I watch this w/ other ppl we try to figure out how he did the tricks.) 

The Fresh Prince (Netflix - A classic. Still know the theme song by heart.) 

Hilda or Kipo and the Wonderbeasts (Netflix - these two animated shows are new unique takes on fantasy adventures. ) 

IZombie ( Netflix - Basically a zombie detective, but better. Think Veronica Mars. -also a good detective show y'all should watch. *trigger warning: it’s a zombie murder show so it has some semi-realistic depictions of gore/brains.) 

Disenchantment ( Netflix -The closest thing to Hazbin on this list. An animated show with dark humour without being racist or homophobic. *some animated gore that some people might find triggering. It’s been a while since I watched so idk exactly what.) 

Final Space ( Netflix -like disenchantment, an animated show with an intended audience older than your average animation show. *again, animated gore.) 

Mods, if any of these shows are homophobic/racist/otherwise problematic -(ignoring B99 which is obvious copganda. Again: It’s fiction. Do not -I repeat, DO NOT- look at it as a real representation of cops. It’s not.)- please say so. We not here tryna recommend problematic shows. Or, if you have any other reccomendations?

ps: I’m Canadian, so some of these shows may not be on american Netflix, or some of the ones that aren’t may be on it. Idk. Stay safe y'all. Oof way too long submission finally over. 

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if you like anime, here are things i watch:

blue exorcist - DEMONSSS (hulu and netflix im p sure)

scissor seven - its actually chinese animated, but its very well made and the production value goes up as the show goes on. i honestly rlly like the cliche anime backstory for the main char bc its also funny as hell (netflix)

saiki k - its like if one punch man was a teen who was also incredibly sarcastic. if you have adhd this shows p good for you too, it goes really fucking fast and you cant look away or youll miss something. its hilarious, go watch. (netflix)

also, some youtubers if youre feelin like that:

dream - minecraft youtuber, child friendly (not in the annoying way. just no cussing)!! hes like 5000 iq and holy shit his minecraft manhunts are insane. holds the mc speedrun world record POG. good coder, my fav youtuber right now.

hellfreezer - reading reddit stories youtuber. his voice is very nice, and videos are faily long. i use him as background noise when doing work.

TRO (the right opinion) - long commentary/rant videos on controversial topics/youtubers, like onision and yandere dev. sexy british voice ;)

mossbag - hollow knight lore and theories. i love hollow knight sm

penguinz0 - streams, commentaries, very short videos. one of the funniest men alive. absoultely incredicble. hes very quick witted and his insults make me scream laugh sometimes

joana ceddia - random life videos. full of personality! i love her honestly shes really chill but also gives off the energy of a thousand suns

pointcrow - gaming youtuber. makes a lot of insane challenge botw videos/zelda vids in general. he streams and then makes the videos.

jarvis johnson - makes videos like drew gooden/danny gonzalas do, but he is also a poc. his bids are entertaining and interesting!! i recommend greatly if you like shorter commentary videos.

.phe

my current faves are:

dorohedoro - anime about humans and wizards coexisting during a war against each other. the wizards hate the humans and curse them to experiment with their magic. all-powerful demons control the magic world behind the scenes. very graphic in regards to gore, some nudity on occasion. anime not finished adapting from manga.

hunter x hunter - anime about hunters who do just that-- go out into the world and hunt for whatever it is they want. examples include justice for their clan killed by genocide, a new family because the old one is a toxic group of assassins who believe you can’t have friends, friends to fill in for an absentee father, and a phd. somewhat graphic in regards to gore, especially so later on in the series. anime not finished adapting from manga.

what we do in the shadows - tv mockumentary series about vampires living in staten island. very funny but also VERY NSFW... lots of sexual references/content, gore and blood.

snowpiercer - tv fantasy series about the apocalypse in which the government fucked up and sent the world into a total deep freeze. 1001 train cars are all the life that remains on earth. VERY NSFW... sexual references/content, gore and blood. there’s also a movie adapted from the comic series by the iconic and incomparable bong joon ho on netflix which is good.

// Mod Peach

[britcision]

Damian is annoyed because this is seriously fucking up his training regimen, he can’t practice shit because his little friend is actually a Big and Protective friend

There’s only so much he can do with training dummies, he’s been practicing with adult opponents for years

Little Baby Man Danny is quite keen on play fighting though, and will wrassle Damian’s fingers to no end

Maybe it’s Talia, maybe it’s Jason, but someone suggests to Damian that he should try and get big Danny to train with him, because if he could get good at that, wtf is a human ever gonna do again?

(Also Jason going full friend-with-skittish-dog and introducing himself to a wary Danny, Damian giving Jason an awkward shoulder pat to explain he’s a “friend”

(Damian shudders at the word and pretends it’s revulsion)

Gently play-wrestling while Danny watches so he can rush in and check Jason isn’t actually hurting Damian

Moving up slowly, slowly to hand to hand, Ra’s fuming in the background because he despises this kind of weakness and emotion but HE WILL BE FUCKING EATEN and he knows it if he forces Damian in front of his pet

And the pet is ALWAYS nearby. No matter where they put it, no matter what they do, even if they leave it in Damian’s bed with his old clothes to smell like him, if Damian is tense in a different room Danny is THERE. WAITING.

Jason is the only one who can train with Damian now because Danny slowly starts to trust him… which means Jason now also has a Lil Baby Shadow that bugs him at random intervals

The other ninjas fucking flee the first training session with Jason that Danny shows up to, dropping weapons instantly and running

Danny doesn’t even have to get big but he puffs himself up all proud he scared them off and Jason is trying super hard not to laugh as he pets Danny and tells him he did a good job

Damian is also very proud of his best boy

Danny’s relationship to Talia is strange though, no matter what Dami and Jason do to try and convince him she’s safe, he hisses every time he sees her

They don’t know why, she’s smaller than Jason, softer of voice, and capable of seeming so very harmless when she tries

But Damian calls her “Mother”. And Danny has just enough of himself left to remember that mothers can do all kinds of awful things)

A LoA Ceremony is happening and Talia and Damian are their to watch. Little baby man climbs out of the Lazarus pit and immediately flies to Damian. Damian feels like he been chosen and on the bright side, this little guy is kinda cute. Damian tries to leave LBM in his room in the LoA as instructed but LBM just escapes and follows him anyway. Now comes time to train and LBM sees that its training but doesn’t realize their assassins so he assumes their trying to kill Damian. Cue LBM going all giant Eldritch Being on the Person who dared to Hurt his Human. His body becomes a huge and serpent like in his tail that wraps around Damian in the middle of his coils to keep him safe. He gets huge with claws and teeth and glitching, the whole nine yards. To protect Damian. Talia is just happy that Damian has something to protect him if she can’t. Ra’s is trying to figure this into his plans for the future. The other assassins are now terrified to fight Damian. They still haven’t found the original fighter.

[wetwellie]

Danny Phantom AU Year 2 Part 2 (AKA @me wyd)

Start Here

There’s gonna be another fuckton of words underneath 

 It’s getting late into September. Most of the folks on the team are getting used to each other and forming a good dynamic. 

Classes are settled and less exciting, and nearly everyone has gotten wriggity wrecked at a kegster or two. 

The only thing out of place is the Ghost Boy sightings

He was seen picking apples from the u-pick orchard 10 miles away

 there was money left in a little basket as compensation, 

but still 

 ghost money is creepy af

But in Bitty’s defense, Maude had insisted that these were the best apples to use if he wanted to bribe that Food Culture Professor

And it worked so there’s no regrets

But        

Bitty really had been trying to get better at hiding 

how he’d managed to keep himself more or less fully human for 5 years becoming more and more astounding

Samwell really IS the place you can be yourself

 Despite what the Swallow claims, Bitty does not fly around haunting people in the open

Most of the time, it’s a lap around the campus and then back to the Haus

He’s not even VISIBLE nine times out of ten     

 but it really is the one time out of ten that he’s gotta worry about 

because that is when the LAX bros start trying to shoot him with fireworks 

if it hasn’t been said before         

fuck those lacrosse fellas      

That day had been rough for Bits, though      

Dex had just BARELY brushed against him       

And then Bittle just passed out       

So, he definitely wasn’t over his fear of checking        

The concussion definitely made that progress feel like one step forward and two steps back    

on top of that shit with the poltergeist a few weeks before       

Bittle wakes up a few moments later and apologizes profusely to Dex and Murray       

 He ignores the look of concern from Jack    

   After practice, the coaches call him into the office to not only say that he’s basically going to be warming the bench most of the season

but also that he might get dropped if he can’t get his physicality issues...in check    

He spends the evening crying on the steps of Faber. 

but seriously

Where did the LAX team even GET fireworks in September?      

Jack joins him on the walk to breakfast the next morning       

“Did last night spook you?”       

 “Jack”

“Sorry. I needed to get that out of my system”    

 “Out of all the people who know about me, I’m stuck with the comedian over here”      

“Well you are giving me a lot of material to work with lately” 

  “...”      

“I thought we talked about this. You need to be more careful”    

 “I am! Most of the time. Last night was a fluke. I was pretty stressed and forgot to go invisible when I was flying back to the Haus”

“Because of the checking?”

“yeah because of the checking”

“Well. Then I guess we have plans tomorrow”

“Plans?”

“Yup. You and me. Faber. 4am”

“You make it sound like more fun than it actually is” 

So checking practice resumes, and that’s fine.

 More than fine, actually.

 Bitty has actually gotten a lot more comfortable around Jack this year. They fall into a good routine. 

Jack and Bitty practice checking for half an hour, Jack tries to keep up with Bitty playing at his top level for another half an hour    

He can SOMETIMES get the upper hand on bits

but only Just

 “I wish that there was a Ghost NHL so they could draft you”

“That is the most ‘Jack Zimmermann’ compliment I have ever heard”

And then they go to Annie’s for coffee and talking.

Sometimes they grab a copy of the Swallow and fact check the newly minted “Ghost Sightings” section of the paper. 

“You know for a fact that I would never be caught dead in the Math building”

 “...so is that a yes or a no?”

“Oh Lord. It’s a no” 

 His stress seems to be at a low point for now

There’s less flights on his own since he is able to be himself at Faber

The only time Bitty was out in the open as a ghost was when he was delivering his chicken noodle soup and cherry pie to Dex when he was REALLY sick

“Hey Bitty! Dex wants to say thank you and also wanted to ask you how you got into his room?” Ransom said

“What do you mean?"

“He lives on the top floor of the dorms that you have to have a code to get into it at night. How’d you sneak in?”

Bitty tries to laugh it off, but they will not let it go

Shitty chimes in “Maybe Bitty is that Ghost Boy everyone’s losing their shit over”

Ransom starts playing the X Files theme song on his phone

Oh shit this is not going well 

Bitty eyes Mandy and Jenny in the corner. They nod and float up to Jack’s room

They get his attention by playing “Footloose”--the signal they’d agreed on after what happened a month ago.

Jack rushes downstairs and sees Ransom, Holster, and Shitty, all swarming Bitty in the Kitchen

“So bitty. What is it like to be dead?”

“I’m not the ghost boy!” 

“You’re right! Our Bits is a ghost MAN”       

 “This is ridiculous” Bitty says as he tries to focus on the oven

“The baker doth protest too much”     

Jack moves in between the boys and stands by Bitty’s side

“What were you talking about?”

“Bitty is totally the ghost boy. He flew into Dex’s room last night”  

Jack just looks at Bitty     

“Did Dex see that?” 

 “No. But it’s impossible to get into the dorms otherwise!”      

“So he’s a ghost”      

Jack sighs 

“No”

 “Then how????”

“I was able to get to Bitty in the dorms nearly every morning last year. Does that make me a ghost? No. It makes me friends with an RA who can let me in”   

Holster: “Jack??? Having friends outside of hockey??? Nope.      

Ransom: “We’ve been misled all this time.       

Jack is the Ghost Boy”       

“Bitty is too full of life to be dead!”       

“But look at Jack’s cold glare right now” 

 Bitty mouths a “sorry”  in Jack’s direction when everyone in the kitchen starts chanting “GHOST BOY GHOST BOY GHOST BOY” and dogpiles Jack.  

[officialrodimus]

2018 Hot Take

Shitty people of 2018

Doug Ford, for taking gender identity educational curriculum out of Canadian schools in Ontario

Donald Trump for pushing to erase Jews from the Holocaust Remembrance Statement

Human remains/bone hoarders and their apologists

The lady that beat 3 black plastic Santas up in a store because “the Santa (she) know(s) is white”

Kevin Kavanaugh (’nuff said)

The dickweeds that laughed at me when I feel down because I had fucking dislocated my knee dancing

Tide Pods™ eaters (yes that was this year)

People who tag their ship hate, make fun of people for liking things, poke fun at people because of their disabilities and/or sexual orientation/gender identity/race/sex/religion/etc.

The guy who shot up a Jewish Synagogue

People who shit on @yeahdragon​ for creating Gatorade Rice™

The assholes that called the police on me for playing Pokémon Go in a park near their house at night, ON MY BIRTHDAY

Riot Games

People who don’t respect each other’s pronouns

Amazon™

The person who said this to author James Roberts about his character who is essentially Alien Robot God: “Rung is so fucking ancient that if he popped his panels open his dick would turn into dust immediately upon contact with the atmosphere but I'd straight up cut that shit into neat lil lines and snort them like cocaine”

Good people of 2018

Stan Lee (may he rest in peace)

Danny DeVito, whose heart is (and I quote) “filled with love and garbage”

People that stop for civilians to cross the street

Students that made scarves for the homeless in Denver

Ellen DeGeneres, aka “Ellen de Generous”

People that treat retail/fast food/minimum wage workers with the same respect they’d treat someone with a more “prestigious” job

IDW comics artist Jack Lawrence

The Islamic people that helped out the Jewish people after the Synagogue shooting (solidarity is important!!)

Stand-up comedian John Mulaney

The nurses that took care of me when I was in the hospital

People who hold doors open for others

Dreamworks Animation, for the She-Ra reboot

The McElroy brothers

People that freely tell others that they love them

Crows, Ravens, and other Bird Friends

You!!

Feel free to add (but for every bad person, add a good person!), and be kind to one another y’all

[thelittlestspider]

diary, pulitzer, o'connor & record for the writer asks?

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

i had a couple of little bits and pieces written about that 70′s show and captain america. right now i kind of want to write some spiderman stuff after watching into the spiderverse. i also sort of want to write about kyle being he-man a little bit, but i haven’t caught up with she-ra yet, so i can’t really do anything with it anyway lol.

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.

weirdly my best current writing is from the untitled ned/alec/sage fic i haven’t really committed to writing fully bc it’s a mess. it’s also one of the fics that leads up to the summer fic and i’m like “uhhhhhhh. i only have a vague outline in my head of how this goes. let’s put this off as long as possible.” (warning(s): abuse, violence, and implied sex. nsfw.)

i’m gonna copy paste the other part here bc i can’t remember if i posted it?? and i really like it. past me had her style locked in for this fic and i’m trying to get back to that.

0.

(alec)

“we'repartners in crime,” says alec, face lit up with a smile. “alwayshave been, always will be.”

“damnright,” sage says, smiling back.

.

“You’regoing alone?” asks Sage, concern in her voice.

“Yeah.”Alec taps the desk with his fingertips. Nervous energy thrums throughhim. What if she says no? “Unless you want to come with me.” Sagegoes so quiet for a minute he’s afraid she hung up on him.

“Okay.”Matter of fact. Like it couldn’t go any other way. Alec smiles.Then, “I want to bring Ned, too.” Alec gapes even though Sagecan’t see him. No way, not him. Not that infuriating, stubborn,know-it-all skeptic.

“No,absolutely not.”

.

(Alec)

Ofall the people Alec expects to call him, Daniel is one of the lastpeople he would ever expect. They weren’t particularly close whenthey were children; Sage was their connecting thread. So the factthat Daniel is calling him out of the blue is alarming to Alec to saythe least.

Alecclicks ‘receive call’ and holds it to his ear. Before he can sayanything Daniel cuts to the point:

“Ineed to ask for a favor,” Daniel says, apropos of nothing.

“Whatkind of favor?” asks Alec.

“Sageis killing herself.” Daniel states it so matter of fact he might aswell be talking about the weather. “I want you to take her on oneof your silly ghost hunting expeditions to take her mind off ofthings.” Had Alec not been alarmed at the thought of his friend’sdeterioration, he might have been indignant about his interests beingbelittled. Instead of panicking, he reaches into his jacket pocketfor a cigarette and a lighter. He places the slender stick betweenhis lips and lights the end, taking a drag to calm his nerves beforeanswering. Fuck if Daniel’s getting to hear him rattled, thedemanding son of a bitch.

“CarefulDanny. Get any more sentimental, I might think you give a shit.”Daniel laughs, sending a chill down Alec’s spine. He’d beenexpecting the other man’s usual stony silence, not like emotionsand stuff.

“She’sone of the few people tethering me to this life,” Daniel says, softwith a knife’s edge. “If she goes, I go.” Alec thinks aboutwhat it’s like to put all your worth on a person and how it feelsto watch the foundation crumble beneath you. That kind ofcodependence nearly destroyed him and Hae-jin once, back when theywere younger and barely surviving after cutting their families off.He knows how much it can rot a person from the inside out.

“That’snot healthy, Danny,” Alec answers after a pause.

“Helpher,” Daniel says, then hangs up.

who is she?? 

o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

- holiday based things. i don’t hate it, i just don’t want to write it. retail really took it out of me. there’s only so much christmas music you can listen to at work over a two month period without being done with it. and seeing it everywhere, and people talking to you about it, like “oh, are you ready for christmas?” yeah, ready for it to be over.

- contemporary. i’m sorry, it’s just so boring to write for me. where are the ghouls, the time traveling, body swapping, visions, demons, gods? none of that here. i like reading it, but i cannot write it. (the scooby gang thieves au is different though. it has a place in my heart.)

- i don’t know if i’ve fallen into this, so if i have i apologize, but i really hate when supernatural fics make it either: there was never a haunting. mental illness was behind it all along. or like it wasn’t mental illness, it was ghosts. let mental illness and the supernatural coexist, please i’m begging y’all. i’m so tired. 

- codependence portrayed as a good thing. i hate it so much. it’s not fun. it’s not cool. yes, love and support each other, yes spend time together, yes have interests in common, but have your own interests/friends/hobbies apart from each other, and don’t put all your self-worth/happiness/issues on them. they can’t fix all your problems. 

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

yuh. i’m always imagining like music videos with my characters to songs, so yeah definitely. 

[cursedzucchini]

I'm so sorry for this, but i gotta get this cursed idea out of my head. (Also im following DC - disregard canon)

So basically when ra's was just some guy several hundred years ago, who wanted to he immortal for one reason or another. He was looking into the possibility of ghosts and found a ghost king summoning circle. His goal was to force the king to make him immortal, or at least tell him a way, but when he sees Danny, he decides to try another way.

He befriends Danny and kinda genuinely starts liking the guy. Stuff happens and they start dating (at this point ra's stopped being ass obsessed w immortality, but instead shifted his obsession to Danny). Ra's isn't as crazy at that moment and made sure Danny perceives him as his best self. Danny at his part, is just glad his new friend/bf doesn't want the secret to immortality.

Danny, after few years of relationhip, trusts ra's enough to tell him his true name (something which can be used against him) and shows him the infinite realms. Ra's is amazed and they're kinda vibing. Like it's not healthy relationship, ra's lying about so many things and Danny's kinda hoping their issues w way too different opinions work out.

It's not until ra's starts growing old, everything goes to shit. He starts seeing the signs of time on him, and that makes him once again obsess with immortality.

Now personal headcanon of mine is that loving fiercely and obsessively is something all Al ghuls have in common.

So ra's doesn't just leave Danny to go and get his immortality (at this point i feel like he figured several ways, but didn't want to destroy his relationship w Danny), no. My dude decides "hey, my partner is the ghost king, meaning if i become his official lover, I'd get some of that sweet sweet immortality juice myself. And i wanted to marry him anyway, so"

So yes. Ra's uses the true name to marry Danny without his consent and tie his being to him.

And when Danny feels this, hes mad. Bc not only did someone he actually loved betrayed his trust with the true name thing, in the confrontation about all of this, it turns out most of their relationship was a lie!

The argument that follow all of this is huge. Ra's doesn't understand what he did wrong, and Danny's pissed off (maybe he was preparing something for ra's so they could stay together to make it more painful). It ends w Danny storming out of whatever place they lived in.

Ra's angry and feels betrayed too. They finally managed to make their relationship official and Danny's angry???' he destroys the place, and everything that could remind him of Danny.

So when some tired ghost comes in, asking him to sign the divorce papers? No he's not gonna do that.

The ghost was ready for that and told him he could take anything in exchange (Danny was heartbroken and pissed off at that moment, he wasn't really thinking). Ra's was playing with the thought of saying Danny's core, but... that would be for nothing. He wanted to be immortal after all.

So he says that cool ecto pool Danny showed him few years back. And ghost, who was really fucking tired and wanted to quickly get back home, was like "aight"

Thus ra's al ghul got his lil toxic pools.

Six hundred years forward, and suddenly the justice league has an Eldritch god on their hands ranting about their "stupid fucking ex, taking the nice pools in the divorce"

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My personal hc for this prompt is that Danny found out Abt ra's having the pits, by someone mentioning how unfair it is that red hood gets another chance at life.

Also idk but the idea of ra's heading Abt this, taking out the newest iphone and calling batman like "hey I'm gonna have to warn u, a crazy guy might appear and say some bs Abt me stealing his pools, tHATS NOT TRUE IT WAS A FAIR GAME AND IF HE DIDNT WANT ME TO TAKE THEN, HE SHOULDNT HAVE DICORCED ME D:<"

Idk man just batfam/jl in the middle of them fighting Abt this.

(Damian & Talia would def grow up hearing stories about him and would kinda look up to him, bc ras only told them the cool stuff he did, not the time he stubbed his toe and accidentally created something like a mountain idk)

This is so dumb aight I'm out, I'm so sorry-

situation is - Oh bollocks, it’s my ex. But instead of Constantine and King Shark, it’s Danny and Ra’s Al Ghul

[radne-le-roman-blog]

Is there such thing as a May onward resolution?

No clue. Not in the slightest. It now exists, because this probably should’ve been a New Year’s one, over on Randythewriter. But, I created this one because it’s a joke that @poppyredrose560 made (my name - Radne), so I could let some shit out without dude getting in the way, until I fucked up and reblogged something using this account. So now I need to think of a new username. (Cough, cough) Poppy, you come up with genius names and even Death ROW that I would’ve never gotten, make me a new nickname please. (cough cough).

Only joking, Pop. I’ma sorry I pissed you off last night, I won’t pretend I was in the right, I only thought you meant it be me included with ‘men, positions’, so I left because I identify as a male cyborg. I’m sorry. I just wanted to be a guard. And fight Ironforge.

Is there such thing as a male cyborg, or is it just a cyborg? I’m off topic.

Like I said seventy tribillion years ago or something, I don’t delete things like this and just type without editing, minus spelling mistakes.

So, hi.

Hi, if you don’t know me, you’re about to either click off, or scroll down to some depressing shit about Death Row, and myself, with the lil eld Riley O. Warren, n Oscar, n Belina, n Andrew all having some dark few moments. Riley and I especially.

And if you do know me, whether that be from years ago, or you don’t like me anymore, or anything, unless you’re Pop or another unnamed person, don’t knot your knickers - I do actually have friends, and don’t wear knickers, or really care anymore, you won’t know me. Probably.

I don’t know how long the onward part of this will be, maybe three weeks until I come back on Radne, maybe a few months, maybe six odd years, or never. But, Randythewriter is dead, and he ain’t coming back. I feel like, deactivating the account is disrespectful, so I just cut all things unrelated on Randy, and then left it. I’m not cutting things here.

So, Radne will join him, and Idk, Ra the Kettle Roman will join the world fresh and new. (shrug) Not happening.

I know it’d be easy to find me. But this isn’t for you, whoever reads this. It’s for me.

-The-random-writer- died months ago, and now my current tumblrs are too, and while I’m not giving up the site, or the internet, which to be honest, I probably should have considering everything - guess the word strong somewhat applies to me, I’m giving up the things known.

Writing, eh, maybe in June, Pop.

SV was nice while it lasted in my mind, and yeah, I guess I’m beginning to structure it for myself, I guess it all changes when there’s no mate for Kettle-Kurt to lean on. But no, Aaron won’t go. But a lot will.

PG, Toby, dude, you’re dead as fuck, go back to your grave and do not try this hologram shit. And do not kill me, when I have a piece of paper in my hand saying ‘traitor’, I’ll get that on my wrist at some point, give me a break, I’ll get tattoos for your and Aarurt later on.. at some point. (Gravestone: Randy Roman, ‘97-2047, never kept his promises on tattoos. Because. Asshole.).

But, I’m dropping this account, if it wasn’t obvious. Oh, wait. I want another.

Death Row, or DR if we go with the trends of others, you mark my new, Riley, my man, you stick in there, and Andrew (apparently my actual name could be Randy, Randy is short for Andrew, weird fact from Randy), you keep investigating, you utter nutter. And Belina, have a heart, here, take mine, it was kinda stabbed in the front though.

What am I doing? Jake, you corrupted my fucking soul.

I’ve only said fuck twice - three times now, I’m doing good.

This is what three day weekends do to me, thank you bank holidays.

Oscar, be there for Riley, he’s a mess, just like yerself, quit parrot teaching, quit the repartes that break both yer hearts, and cuddle, ffs.

I’m the creator and telling them what to do instead of fixing them... Right...

JD, die. You little shit, die.

That’s over now.

So, I thought I’d do that, because I haven’t used wattpad in over a month, and even then, all I did was chat with an old friend, with no notifications for months.

I’ll probably still occasionally drop in on it.

WoW, bitch, you’ve been with me for two years, I think, I cannot quit you, my level 64  bastard who gets stupid tasks~. Randyroman, you have such a creative name and I love you. You’re just on a dead server. And Louis hates me for that one.

To the point. I’m done with this account, and being battered from both sides, mine and yours for feelings. *cough* yes, fucking hypocritical, yes, no caring in the world right now. Your biggest fighting method is something that happened once or twice, that I actually do not really remember, nor care, because in my eyes, I’m fairly glad it was sent to you, even if I hate myself so much for everything I’ve done, at least I finally came out of the ‘toxic’ arms that everyone told me you have. And that may be so, but I’m uncaring for opinions.

I smiled. Today, I’ve smiled and laughed and had a lot of fun. I haven’t felt it that much, to be honest. Poppy is a great laugh, but I’ve not really done too much of it until today. And that’s what’s opened my eyes a lot. From scribbling lyrics with Jake, or swinging on swings with Ellisha sitting on me, Adam and Jake either side of me, and an empty seat she could easily fucking sit on, to just eating breakfast and cheering when we found out Jake has his entire GCSEs correct and will begin them in a month or so, I’ve laughed and smiled.

I was happy. Actually happy. Even with HU in the background, the occasional stab in the front, and then MatPat raging, Caitlin crying in delight (we got cat today, lil kitten kute, or as Poppy will get - yes we actually did this, because, for some reason, I was allowed to choose the name - Kore le Kute, I’m spending so much more time here just for lil Kore, every weekend I want to be here), to just taking a nap, and not dreaming about terror, death, or you. I was happy.

Recently, I’ve had some lyrics coming left right and centre, so, I thought, I’d add some in the end.

But, this is probably goodbye from me today. And maybe awhile. Maybe, I’ll come back in June. I don’t know. There will probably be a tag with ‘q’ if I find anything I want to post for after this. And when there’s not, I’m probably back, from Ra the kettle Roman.

So, I want to be dehumanized, yes, and I’m not consuming enough food, seeking the help I need, or doing things I should be, but I’m doing this. Because maybe I want this pain, but maybe I want independence.

So, take your Randy shit, and seize this opportunity to post anything. I’m not crying tonight. I haven’t been crying for awhile. But my May onward resolution, is to not cry from you. For as long as possible.

I have about twenty thousand songs, but let’s try this.

“ I don't believe in all your demons anymore

It's hard to see with any reason from before

I lie awake and face these shadows in the night

I see the truth through crimson eyes”

“ Got my cards lined up in a row

Up in flames and away we go

Lost my name but it's etched in stone

Take me home when the cold wind blows.

Ain't no grave gonna hold me down

Wide awake so don't make a sound

Ain't no way you can break me down

No one sings, no escaping now”

“ Let go, oh

Love isn't good enough

Let go, oh

Love isn't good enough

And the waves in the sea

They slip away just like me

So let go, oh

You weren't good enough”

“Dark hearts don’t break, they bruise.”

“Cause I, I think of you now and then, the memories never end, when gravity pulls you in”

“ I am a lion and I want to be free

Do you see the lion when you look inside of me

Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep

'Cause I am a lion born from things you can not be”

“ Beneath the covers while I hide behind the pain

After all only so much we can say

Words can lose their meaning once you walk away

Promise me that you'll love me, watch me as I fade

I'll give you all the things that these lions never gave

The hands on the clock and the things we cannot change

Tearin' out the pieces and take back what I made

If there's one thing I'd keep, it's you that I would save”

“ I don't know why I cut myself.

God give me a sign or help, I won't cry.

It'll be fine I'll take my last breath.

Push it out my chest till there's nothing left.”

“Have you ever met a living legend,

Just a real friend who planned his end?

And where do I begin?

You said it was pretend.

And when the bullet went through,

It took more than just you.

It took two, it was you,

It was me, and suddenly.

How can someone say they're helpless,

And then they act so selfish?

You put me through hell with this,

So fuck you let's just end this.

And what about our friendship?

What you did was senseless.

You thought you found an exit?

Like I said, let's end this!”

“ Someone left the door open

Who left me outside

I'm bent, I'm not broken

Come live in my life

All the words left unspoken

Are the pages I write

On my knees and I'm hoping

That someone holds me tonight

Hold me tonight”

“ 'Cause I

I think of you now and then

The memories never end when

Gravity pulls you in

(You in, you in, you in, you in)”

All HU, nice songs, these are some I thought you’d like. Take me home, let go, gravity, lion, circles, the loss, outside.

And then just the entirety of True Friends, which I quite enjoy.

So, goodbye.

( Now I can see your pain, I'm sorry!

GOODBYE!

I cry so hard.

Now I can see your pain, I'm sorry!

GOODBYE!

I cry tonight!) (Pain - HU)

Goodbye for now,

Hasta luego.

Good day.

And I love you.

And if you decide to delete some of our memories, that’s okay. Danny and Da kurlzz have a little something to say to you.

And so do I.

But, I’d prefer you not to, maybe you’d like to look back at times. I don’t care if there are any pending messages from me, but the ones that exist, once they get deleted, maybe they’re gone forever. And I know you’re petty enough to now go delete them and make a few more telling me to piss off.

Maybe one day you’d want to look back. Maybe if you delete them from you, it deletes from mine too. So delete them all, if you delete any. You can keep the one that says that you wouldn’t care about my status as a human, alive or dead, for all I care, that’s what begun my thoughts and nightmares of you killing me. And yet you’ve said before that… that you don’t want me to die. Shock, horror, even I was surprised to have that quoted. I won’t call bullshit, only the truth of my thoughts.

Delete the happy moments, Hunter, if that is what you wish, don’t do it out of petty spite. Delete the happy and the sad, until there is no trace of us, until there are ten posts on Randythewriter, where you cannot visit, where there is only the evil on Radne, the truth and what you did to me. If that’s what you wish.

I know you saw last nights thing. So, fly to Andromeda, and take your posts with you.

I.

Will.

Not.

Cry.

Over.

You.

I fucking loved you.

And finally,

I’m using the right word.

[bigguywithredhand]

Dumbing of Age. Webcomic Sins

 Comic is here: http://www.dumbingofage.com/

Automatically giving Willis 10 sins for using an genre that has been already touched in webcomics for years. In the setting which is college students. If AppleGeeks did it. What makes you special?

 Willis basically uses his characters from his own works instead of making another set of characters with different ideas. It's like painting two cups the exact same and exact shade of  color except one has a red dot that is small and insignificant about the cup. Way too many protagonists, I lose track about almost all of these characters. Megatokyo feels more structured than this and that was a weeaboo nightmare.   

Joyce is put as way too sheltered for her character, even when I was in elementary school and out of private school. I still at least had common sense. Joyce basically is so sheltered that she seriously believed her room mate played with toys of actual action figures. I know that Joyce is basically you Willis, but it seems so far fetched that you are this racist, this naiive, and sure as hell has not at least learned about the dangers of date rape drugs or basically the rules of don't let anyone give you a drink at a party. I'm not blaming the victim, but I am blaming the creator of the fictional victim. I understand that rape prevention doesn't help as much as we think it does. But basically having your character being so naiive at this is not only mindnumbing, it's practically jaw dropping cringe.

 Walky is a gary-sue, nothing of his character makes any sense whatsoever. If you don't study, you don't pass a test. That's basically common knowledge, this could had been a real good opportunity for Willis to break the whole notion that kids who don't study don't go too far in college. But instead of that, Willis is too focused on the political standpoint that Walky has to have every single damn moment from Joyce.

 Dorthy tries her best to have her own future which is understandable. -4 sins for just having that character development and wanting growth. But it kinda destroys the whole formula when Dorthy basically dumps Danny for not having an aspirations in his life and dates Walky for doing the same thing that Danny currently is doing.

Ruth is a shitty RA and would had been fired already in so many cases at this point. Willis keeps her around for Billy. 20 sins for this horrible viewing of lesbianism, no woman would seriously date another woman if they were abusive and bullying at this point. Ruth is at this limit of being a clossal cunt because her world is fucking falling over the place and she takes it out on Billy.

Billy basically is trying her best to be popular again, but doesn't realize that people don't give a rats ass about your shitty high school life. They only care what you do now as a college person.

Sarah is... ugh. It's horrendous on how this author treats this character. But HERE WE GO. Sarah is basically the typical black sistah best friend stereotype. No matter where we go in the story, Sarah never really changes and this angers me as an African American. I feel like this author really doesn't have black women in the form of what they are supposed to be. And I'm pretty sure not all black women are this mother-hen stereotypical big momma/madea ready to throw down their earrings. Sarah is violent  and always angry for whatever reason. She alienates practically everyone around her for her no nonsense bullshit.

Roz basically can do wahtever Roz wants because she's a democrat. And it shows greatly. I don't know if Willis is trying to put her as a parody but pretty much Roz doesn't listen to anyone. She thinks that because she's right that means she is pretty much in the right. But that's not correct. Because you are right, it matters up to you to use that correct answer you have in the most ethical way possible. And sleeping with someone to cause controversial movement against your sister is not right. It's not ethical. And frankly we all take it as a grain of salt. Which is understandable. (No. It's not.)

Amber is basically an emotional tramuatize idiot who thinks that she can do anything. Amber is such a mary-sue as well is that she believe she can be batman. The reason why she's a mary sue is because the character is not really in shape. She's overweight and she basically doesn't do any form of exercise whatsoever. Instead of going out to the local campus gym and work out like Batman has actually done (he has a gymnasium. The guy is fucking ripped for a reason.) and actually has done some form of martial arts. Amber just dons on a cape and say “I AM AMAZI GIRL!” and does a deep voice but she doesn't even cover her head. Because you know. Who else would recognize Amber. Right? RIGHT!? RIGHT!?!? 40. Fucking. Sins. For the whole thing on that.

The antagonists are not really diverse, they all come into the typical jockstrap/white privilege idiots. Because you know black or people of color can never do bad. I'm sinning this because despite what white people has done. People of color attack their own people. They have done it before. I'm a victim of sexaul assualt from my own family cousin who was dark-skinned. Tell me in my face that we are all so not criminals. Please Willis. I want you to. 20 sins.

Sal is a mary sue as well who can't wrap her head that her family hates her because she's dark skin. (By the way. She's basically the same color as Walky.) And she blanantly ignores her constant behavior. Sal has even robbed a liquor store once. But oh definitely it's the darker skin that's the issue. Mary Jane Watson didn't accept my request to the prom. It was totally not because I asked her while  I had no deordant and acne. It's totally because I'm brighter than normal black people. (Sarcasm by the way)

Art style is shit. Same faces. EVERY FUCKING WHERE. THE COLORS OF THE  SKIN IS SO LIGHT I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE TO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SAL'S ISSUE WITH WALKY. AND WAAAAAAAAAAH (translation: Same face syndrome is bad. It's bad because it shows no creativity. 1 sin. Because graphics aren't everything to an art form as long as the message really sticks)

The author will probably call me an transphobic or whatever homophobic or whatever he can pull out. I so want him to do so. Please call the person who has trans friends, homosexaul friends, bisexual friends, asexual friends, and even many more people who of different religions and races as friends. And by the way, Left leaning independent. Take your best shot.

Sin Count: 101 sins.

Punishment: Sunday School.

[fathersonholygore]

Fox’s Gotham Season 4, Episode 1: “Pax Penguina” Directed by Danny Cannon Written by John Stephens

* For a recap & review of the Season 3 Heroes Rise finale, “Heavydirtysoul” – click here * For a recap & review of the next episode, “The Fear Reaper” – click here Bruce Wayne (David Mazouz) is gradually getting closer to his true self, Batman. He watches over Gotham’s streets, looking for victims of thieves and murderers. He confronts two men with guns, beating them down using all his training. One of them claims to have a “license,” which the young billionaire finds on him. It’s stamped with a little umbrella giving permissions for specific crimes. In the dark, Ra’s al Ghul (Alexander Siddig) is also keeping a watchful eye on Bruce. A band covers Rick Astley at a wedding when a bunch of criminals hold the place up. They loot the guests. However, waiting nearby is Victor Zsasz (Anthony Carrigan), who doesn’t like what he’s seeing. We hear more of the licenses, issued by Penguin (Robin Lord Taylor). Zsasz is there to make robbers are kicking up to the boss. “No license, no crime.” Speaking of Oswald, he’s ruling Gotham with an iron fist. He’s dropped violent crime, but he’s technically unionising it now, as well. Such is the irony of this seedy little city. There’s a new Mayor, a new police commissioner. Yet nothing’s changed much. Detective Jim Gordon (Ben McKenzie) is adjusting to the new “Penguin–approved” system of licensing crime. As in, he isn’t dealing with that shit except to arrest motherfuckers like always. Most of the GCPD aren’t happy with him, either. Certainly Captain Harvey Bullock (Donal Logue) is going to have to do a bit of work to keep Jim in line, because they’re all forced to do what the new comish wants. The criminals turned away by Zsasz are looking into Arkham Asylum for answers to their problems. They go to the warden, searching out Jonathan Crane (Charlie Tahan). They’ve got a plan to “give someone a little scare.” Oh, this is looking dark already. The men take Jonathan to find his father’s things, to cook up some “scare juice,” and they’ve got an ugly scarecrow to keep the lad focused. Thus, no need for any crime licenses when they can gas people, make away with money, whatever they wish. This puts Dt. Gordon hotter on the case, works for him there’s no license to stop his investigation. He’s already thinking of the Crane family. Jim and Harvey go see Warden Reed (Damian Young), who bullshits them about Jonathan, of course. They want to see the young man. Eventually the warden gives up what he knows, leading the cops to one of the criminals. But Jim and Harvey get ambushed, the rest of the criminal gang escapes. We’re privy to more ass kicking by Selina Kyle (Camren Bicondova), after a bunch of men try assaulting her in an alleyway. Helps that she’s got that new whip, she uses it incredibly well. No men are going to get a jump on her. Not to mention she’s being mentored a bit by Tabitha Galavan (Jessica Lucas). They beat dudes up, they eat pizza. When they get home, Zsasz is waiting. He’s delivering the message about the licenses, as well as inviting them to “kiss the ring” at the opening of the Iceberg Lounge. The Cat wouldn’t mind working for Penguin, whereas Tabitha says fuck that.

Alfred (Sean Pertwee) isn’t so sure about Master Bruce’s methods. Bruce is concerned about the city, though, he doesn’t like the licenses Penguin is issuing. He stops by the GCPD to see Jim, they speak for a little. In addition, we get the first of many quick exits by Mr. Wayne as he vanishes behind Jim’s back when they’re conversation is at an end. Classic! With the Iceberg Lounge about to open, Penguin speaks to the press of the “Pax Romana” and his own “Pax Penguina” relating himself to Caesar. He also shows them the centrepiece of his new club, the frozen Edward Nygma (Cory Michael Smith) whom he claims had a disease of the brain. Perfect timing – Dt. Gordon pops by to call Oswald out in front of everybody, telling them about Crane’s fear toxin loose on the street. “We all have our fears to face” The GCPD are prepared, watching the Iceberg Lounge. Jim is sure the gang will be baited into going for Cobblepot there. Bullock’s not sold on the plan, even if his old partner is sure things will go as he anticipates. The detective gets a visit later in the locker room by his colleagues, they’re not pleased with him. Thus begins a new fist fight for ole Jim. Meanwhile, worse things are happening. Poor young Crane is locked away by the criminals in a closet with the terrifying scarecrow, and his fragile little mind isn’t going to bend much further before snapping. Everyone is present for the opening at the lounge. Bruce gets closer to Oswald, figuring out more about the license. Selina and Tabitha are there to take up the crime boss on his deal. In the back, the gang of criminals with their fear toxin wait to spring their plot. Only to be surprised by Penguin and Zsasz. What’ll be the punishment? Something gruesome, one hopes. He drags them out in front of everyone present, showing people what other criminals would have the city turned into if it weren’t for Penguin keeping Gotham safe from fear. When Bruce wants to get suited up Alfred urges: “There is time for masks, and there is a time for Bruce Wayne.” This prompts the young man to interrupt, confronting Oswald about what will happen to the criminals. None of that matters because Ivy Pepper (Maggie Geha) is fed up with her friend Penguin. She kills the lights in the lounge and the whole place goes insane. Ole Oz gets a blast of the fear toxin, seeing the Riddler emerge as a monstrous entity. Lucky for everybody, Jim and Harvey get there to arrest the gang of criminals. That night, Bruce does get his suit on. He tracks down the man with the list of licenses, then he vanishes into the night again. He starts looking for criminals, when he winds up falling through a window right into their path. Likewise stumbling into the path of GCPD officers doing a bust. Elsewhere, Jonathan has relinquished his identity. He is now just the Scarecrow, about to terrorise Gotham in his own horrific way. Just a knockout of an opening episode for Season 4! So much good stuff going on. I’m a huge fan of the Scarecrow character, so it’s nice to see a return of that storyline, including Jonathan himself. Lots to look forward to in this season. “The Fear Reaper” – a fitting title – comes next.

Gotham – A Dark Knight, Episode 1: “Pax Penguina” Fox's Gotham Season 4, Episode 1: "Pax Penguina" Directed by Danny Cannon Written by John Stephens…

[animal-123-crazy]

Okay but hear me out:

Danny got full-killed by the GIW (or parents Fenton) after being experimented on and destroying his faith in humanity. Everyone he loves is dead and gone trying to protect him.

Clockwork yoinked his core before it could break and shoved it into DC-verse to save him.

Jason was born minutes later, a tiny fledgling core tucked so deep he didnt even know it was there. No ghost powers, no sign anything is wrong. He lives his life as normal

And then he died. (Fenton luck really follows him, huh?)

When Jason woke up and was wandering around with no memories its actually because he's reintegrating DANNYS memories and its fucking everything up. Cuz while theyre one soul theyre two different timelines of memories. And theyre kind of half duking it out internally for control (like the Flash time-slipping)

He doesn't know who or what he is, and just wandering the city confused until a nice lady picks him up, saying she knows who he is. Obviously, being a confused bean who's still regaining memories, he goes with her.

Talia dunks him in the pits and oh bOY that fuck things up again. His core gets healed, sure, but it separates him. Leaves Jason in the pits, and Danny in control.

He only remembers bits and pieces of Jasons story, being only half of his one soul, and forgets the portion of himself that made him a hero, only the pain of losing his family and friends. From Jasons memories, he remembers fire, a clown, an explosion, and pleading for someone to save him.

"Talia... who is Bruce?"

And as he re-learns who Bruce is, how he was ROBIN, how he was adopted by the great Batman.... how he was abandoned and replaced, (what sweet evils Talia whispers in his ear - or maybe Ra's idk i like good-mum Talia) someone manipulatin the shit out of him, Danny gets mad. Real mad.

Mad enough to become the Red Hood. In honor of Jason.

His first act? To kill the son of a bitch who tried to kill him first.

Ok is like 9#pm but like dcxdp, why don't we have more Danny is Jason reiwncatnated? I feel like it coule br intresting

[lwh-writing]

See, the thing is Names Have Power.

If someone really, really needed Danny's help, they just have to call him by one (1) name. Plenty of innocent ghosts captured by the Guys In White have been saved by screaming "Help me, Dear Ghost King" at the top of their lungs and then waiting the necessary 5 seconds for Danny to summon himself and fuck shit up as necessary.

However, if Danny doesn't want to answer the summoning, he can ignore it. He usually only ignores it if it's cultists who want him to consume the universe or something similar, so this isn't a bad thing. If they try to summon "The Ghost King, Ice Mage of the Far Frozen, Liege of Fright Knight," then Danny can just put on his "Hades of the Underworld" title and go about his day. But if the cultists use every title Danny has, then there's nothing for it. Danny gets summoned and has to bullshit his way around the cultists' demands until either he can free himself or someone else can catch up and help out.

The solution to this?

Danny adds a shit ton of epithets to his title. So now summonings sound like:

"We call upon you, King Daniel Fenton, First of His Name, First of His Blood, First of his Dynasty. Protector of the Infinite Realms, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Liege of Fright Knight. Ice Mage of the Far Frozen. Ally of Pandora; Protector of Pandora's Box. Ally of Princess Dorathea; Reagent of Dragon's Lair. Brother of Jasmine; Princess of the Ghost Realm and Major of Psychology. Friend of Sam; Jewish Witch, Vessel of Undergrowth, and Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian. Friend of Tucker; Player of Doomed Online, Reincarnation of Hotep Ra, and Genius Hacker. Defeater of Undergrowth, Defeater of Frigthmare, Defeater of Skulker, Defeater of Ember, Defeater of Ghost Writer, Defeater of Young Blood, Defeater of Box Ghost--"

John Constantine punches the cultist hard enough to break their jaw before they can continue down the line of Danny's past opponents. Summoning does, after all, create a fuck ton of ecto-energy that the Justice League's scanners pick up. Constantine has yet to stop a summoner before they get past the "Pain in the Ass of the Fruitloop" part of Danny's title.

Ghost King Isn't the Only Title Danny Has

Okay, so you how monarchs can have multiple titles? Like how the heir to the English throne is both Prince/Princess and Duke/Duchess of Cornwall? And how monarchs can get titles and epithets that just stack onto their preexisting names/titles? Like "Catherine the Great" or how Daenerys gets her famous list of "Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, etc."?

Well, there are dozens upon dozens of names for the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone might be what Amity Park calls it, but there have been hundreds of names for it throughout history. The Afterlife, Sheol, Heaven & Hell, Purgatory & Limbo, Valhalla, and so on and so forth.

So when Danny finally gives in and lets himself be crowned, he doesn't just become the Ghost King. Oh no. He is crowned "King Daniel Fenton, First of His Name, Protector of the Infinite Realms, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Liege of Fright Knight, Ice Mage of the Far Frozen, and Hades of the Underworld."

And then a few months later when Danny inevitably gets summoned and pops up on the Justice League's radar, there's some serious side-eyeing going on because 'Diana, why didn't you mention your uncle looked like a teenager? Why does one of the most powerful gods like to hang out in teenaged form anyway?'

Just... give me an unknowning Danny accidentally inheriting a niece along with the crown, and that niece just so happens to be Wonder Woman.