#Danny just cronches

[pupstim]

I saw this prompt again and I cannot let it go in my brain. So as I said in my tags, maybe it starts with Selina giving Danny security tech to chrunch on but then Harley and Ivy want to test it for Science™. They hand him all sorts of crazy shit but draw the line at gross things. These things include various metals (Danny has particular thoughts about certain metals. Iron tastes too much like blood but it's got a good cronch, Copper is his favorite so far as it's good crunch with a pretty okay taste like idk fucking limestone and gold is his second favorite as it's chewy and tastes like taffy(I have a lot of thoughts about how metals would taste okay)) all of the rocks, concrete, steel, one time a clean tire, and a little bit of glass. He also off hand mentions about the deranged food in his fridge sometimes and makes the Gals wonder if this is part of his meta power or if Danny is Just Like That™️.

Just the thought of Danny being handed increasingly insane stuff by Selina, Harley and Ivy. Selina showed them how she's been disposing of any security mechs she comes across and Harley just pulls a batarang from her pocket or whatever and hands it to him. Selina and Ivy are like wtf until Danny actually takes a bite out of it with ease and then they're like wtf…. Danny said it tasted like vengeance.

The real reason this prompt lives in my head though is I just want someone to hand Danny their phone and Danny who has been trained to cronch first ask questions later, takes a giant chomp on the poor phone and its just sparking and all sorts of circuits and wires sticking from it, whoever the poor smuck is that handed it to him is just staring in dismay. Danny doesn't even notice he just gives the bitten phone back to the person.

Bonus points if it's someone with the batfam, specifically Tim. The five stages of grief Tim would go through seeing some skinny beanpole of a kid just take a bite out of his phone like it's a piece of chocolate unphased. He begins to try and come up with how to protect the tech from this menace of a chewer and becomes part of the problem with handing Danny increasingly weird stuff to bite to test his limit, spoiler alert he has none. Borrowing another idea as well and Tim gives Danny kryptonite to cronch. Danny finds it tastes just like ghost candy and actually eats the whole thing.

Meanwhile in the background Harley and Ivy are discussing the pros or cons of getting Danny to take a bite out of the biggest diamond in the world to see if he can cronch it. Pros it would be funny as fuck Cons they probably gotta take it from Selina and she would be pissed, plus if he did do it then they would be out one big diamond.

dp x dc prompt!

Danny has always been somewhat of a compulsive chewer. All the way up through middle school he would bite on the neck of his shirt, or hoodie strings. The portal accident and his newfound Halfa status did not help. In fact, the carryover even in his human form gave him extremely sharp teeth and the strength to crunch metal if he wasn’t careful.

Several years later in Gotham, there have been reports of various chunks of scrap metal, with tooth marks resembling fangs gouged into the steel, being found in alleyways and scrapyards. The bats are not pleased that a new meta has taken up residence and started leaving vaguely threatening ‘messages’ lying around. Anything with fangs and jaw strength like that can’t be good news.

[echoghost1]

Recreational Botany

Word Count: 3384 For: @lexosaurus

Read on AO3 and I’m only posting a snippet here because formatting on this site is just too much right now.

Summary:  It wasn't her fault. She was merely curious, had only wanted to help. She didn't mean for this to happen. She just hoped it would wear off soon.

Edit: I added the rest of the fic here! Edit: I added a summary too!

Sam had been interested in the occult and had a greenhouse. She was honestly surprised at herself for not looking into ghost plants sooner.

When they found out about Blood Blossoms, and was that the weirdest day of her life, she knew she had to know more. At first, it was just so they wouldn't be caught so unaware next time. She also needed to make sure that they really were extinct so Danny wouldn't get hurt like that again.

But then she wondered if there were other plants. Maybe there was something a little less painful, maybe even helpful.

Eventually, she found something that sounded promising. She ordered the seeds and made a space in the back of her greenhouse, as far from the entrance as she could get.

Several months, and many ghost fights later, the plant was finally ready. She trimmed a few of the small buds and placed them in a little brown bag for safekeeping.

Now she just had to figure out how to test it.

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The trio was hanging out in Sam's basement bored out of their minds because there hadn't been any ghost activity that day and they couldn't decide what to do instead.

"Man we really need to get another hobby if we're bored without ghosts," Danny said as he stared at the ceiling while he lounged on his favorite bean bag.

"Speak for yourself dude," Tucker teased, "I have plenty of hobbies."

Danny sat up and cocked a brow, "owning multiple outdated PDAs does not count as multiple hobbies."

Tucker gasped in faux shock, "Outdated? Moi? Why I never!"

"Speaking of hobbies," Sam segued before the boys could devolve into the pillow fight they were all ready to start. "I found a new plant recently and I guess since nothing else is going on we could try it out?" She suggested as she went to fetch the bag from its hiding place.

She was glad her parents hadn't noticed the false bottom in the drawer in the end table. She slipped her finger into the small notch and lifted it to reveal the spare first aid kit along with what she had come in there for.

"I was doing some research a while back and found this plant is supposed to work on ghosts," she started as she placed the little bag on the table.

Danny, who had been scooting his bean bag closer to the coffee table between them, stopped short.

“I only have a little bit here and if it bothers you we can stop right away,” she reassured.

“What’s it supposed to do?” Tucker asked and Danny nodded along, also curious.

“Well I’m not one hundred percent sure because I had to translate the book I was reading,” she started but was interrupted by Tucker, of course.

“That seems risky.”

“That’s why I only grabbed a little bit! Anyway,” she dumped the bag out onto the table, “I guess let’s just see if anything happens.”

Danny hesitantly reached out for the plant then quickly poked it as if it was a live wire. Which with his luck was probably something that could happen.

It didn’t start smoking or sparking so Danny picked up a piece to exam it closer, “Well it’s not hurting me so that’s a plus.”

“Is it doing anything at all?” Tucker asked suddenly skeptical that anything would happen.

Danny shrugged and sniffed the bit of plant between his fingers, “smells nice.”

“It’s not ‘I want to give up my free will’ nice, is it?”

Danny quickly looked up to Sam, “What? No! Why would you ask that?”

She shrugged, was it really out of the realm of possibilities?

“Maybe we should make a little ring of them and see if that does anything?” Tucker suggested.

No one could think of a reason not to so they gathered up the little bits of plant and maybe a ring that Danny could step into. She didn’t want to lose it in the carpet so they just made it on the table. Danny stepped into the ring.

And was still unaffected.

“Maybe this one is a bust after all.” Tucker shrugged.

Danny scooped up the plant buds back into the bag, “or maybe it needs to be the whole thing?” he countered to which Sam was grateful that he was on her side for this.

He rolled a single bud between his fingertips with a contemplative look on his face.

Before she could ask what he was thinking he popped it into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

“What are you doing?!” both Sam and Tucker asked with a healthy mix of shock and dismay.

“What?” he asked as if what he did wasn’t totally bizarre.

“What if that was poisonous?”

He hummed to himself, “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Then what were you thinking, man?”

“Were you even thinking?”

“I just wanted to know if it tasted the same as it smelt. I don’t know why you guys are making such a big deal about it,” he said before dropping back into the bean bag chair.

Tucker just laughed it off, “So what’s the consensus?”

But Danny didn’t answer right away. He was slowly running his hand back and forth against the carpet. Almost like he was in a trance.

“Danny?” Sam asked cautiously really hoping she didn’t just kill him. Again.

He looked up at the sound of his name but his eyes looked a little unfocused. “Yeah?”

“What did it taste like?” Tucker asked again, slowly, and just as worried as Sam felt.

“Like pomegranates. Which is weird because it didn’t smell like that.” his attention went back to the floor, “has your carpet always felt this nice?” he asked slowly rubbing both hands back and forth across the fibers.

Sam and Tucker just looked at each other but neither seemed to know what to make of that.

“You feeling alright?” Sam ventured.

He nodded, “Feel fine. Actually, “ he looked back up to them as a dazed grin slowly spread across his face, “I feel great.”

Tucker looked from Danny’s near delirious face, to the bag on the table, then back to Danny before he suppressed a snicker.

Sam glared at him, “What could possibly be so funny right now?”

“Is that a weed?” Tucker asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Part of her wanted to ask why he asked that, another part wanted to know why he asked with such bad grammar, and that’s when she realized what he was saying.

“Did you just quote a Vine at me?!”

Danny immediately busted up laughing. He always enjoyed a well-placed meme but he was enjoying this a little too much.

“The site said it was supposed to calm a ghost’s energies. I just thought it would make him sleepy or it would make a good painkiller.”

Tucker busted up laughing as well. “Hey Danny, what’s the vibe?”

“Chill dude! It’s so chill. We straight vibin’.” he said while attempting to make snow angels in the carpet.

Sam put her head in her hands. She did not want this. She could not have her parents come down here and see him like this. If Tucker thought he seemed high there’s no way her parents wouldn’t make that assumption too.

Then again. She dared to peak at her potentially intoxicated friend.

He was currently trying to take his shirt off by just pulling himself around the floor by his heels as his back dragged along the ground.

Oh no. He was high, wasn’t he?

“Dude, do you need help?” Tucker offered, still giggling.

Danny nodded with the dopiest grin before sitting up.

“You want that off?” Tucker asked and received the most eager nod in return. “Okay arms up,” he said as if he was directing a small child and not, in fact, a fellow teenager.

As the hem of Danny’s shirt made its way up his torso Sam’s brain finally caught up with what was happening. “What are you doing?” Sam sputtered suddenly feeling very warm.

“I don’t wanna wear that anymore. Doesn't feel nice.” Danny said with the same dorky smile.

Except now he was topless.

Danny wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Danny.

No shirt.

She’d never seen him without a shirt before.

She had hoped, thought when they first went to the waterpark last summer that she would. But he wore a tank top the whole time.

He said he sunburned easily.

But then why didn’t he wear a shirt with sleeves? Because shoulders can get sunburns. That’s normally where you would get them if you’re standing out in the sun all day.

She just assumed he was shy.

Yet here he was.

Topless.

Right in front of her.

In her house.

Why?!

Tucker was apparently not at all alarmed by this state of undress.

Then again they did have gym together so they would be changing together and-

DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT!!

“Room!” she blurted out with such force the boys were startled into paying attention to her, “We need to go to my room.”

Danny was agreeable enough and got himself off the floor. But the way he did it was more like how a toddler would. Butt first, then into a wobbly standing position.

Sam just sped walk to the stairs and ignored the stupid smug look on Tucker’s face.

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Once they were safely locked in her room Sam pulled out her laptop and tried to find the stupid site where she had gotten her terrible translation for that awful plant.

Or maybe some sort of remedy on how to get him un-high. Sober?

Tucker was sitting in her gamer chair casually turning the seat from side to side while Danny had claimed the bed. He had all of her pillows shoved into the headboard and had successfully burrito-ed himself in her comforter. “You guys ever go into the woods and look for beetles?”

Sam stopped mid-type and just stared straight ahead. He was about to say something stupid, wasn’t he?

“I like the way they cronch.”

“Danny no.” Sam wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take.

Tucker accidentally sent himself into a slow spin as he laughed, “Are you eating bugs?”

“You try flying at over a hundred miles fast and not get a belly full of bugs.”

“Close your mouth maybe?” Sam suggested despite knowing he would find a way to counter it.

“But how will I make joke?”

Ah, there it is.

“Are we just going to glaze over the fact that he started this conversation off by asking if we go into the woods to hunt for beetles?!” Tucker asks, finally getting his laughter under control.

“What, I’m supposed to watch Bear Grylls eat a bug and not want to try one myself?

“You are legit feral!”

"Y'all just picky eaters."

"Y'all?!"

"My aunt is from Arkansas, I think that makes me legally allowed to use Southern-isms."

"This is the best thing that's ever happened!" Tucker hugged his sides as he laughed, "We should have got you high earlier. This is the funniest you've ever been."

"Aw, thanks, Tuck," Danny said bashfully before he threw the blanket off himself and crawled off the bed. "Hug time!"

"Wait, what?" was all Tucker had time to say before Danny sat in his lap, wrapped his arms around him, and nuzzled into his neck.

Danny hummed contentedly, "You're warm."

"Well maybe if you hadn't taken your shirt off you'd be warm too?"

"No. It made me feel gross. Pants do too." He muttered with a grumpy pout.

"Please keep your pants on!" Sam begged because she knew she wouldn't survive if he didn't.

"Boo." He huffed as he crossed his arms.

"Danny, you're still sitting on me."

"Yeah, I know."

"Why?"

"Because you looked lonely." He looked down at his lap as he twiddled his fingers together, "and I figured we'd be less lonely together."

Oh no, that was really cute.

"Thanks man, but I think I'm good now."

"Oh, right. Okay."

Danny didn't make any moves to get up.

Tucker moved his head so he could catch Danny's eye, "are you still lonely?"

Danny poked his pointer fingers together repeatedly as the lightest blush dusted across his cheeks, "yeah."

"You know," Tucker started with a sly grin creeping across his face, "goths are notoriously lonely people."

Tucker locked eyes with her and the utter betrayal she felt was unmatched. She was so getting him back for this!

Danny's eyes lit up in excitement, and also with ghostly energy, as he floated off Tucker's lap.

She barely had enough time to put her laptop away before he tackled her with his enthusiastic affection.

She mouthed, "I hate you," at Tucker after brushing Danny's hair away from her mouth.

Gosh, his hair was so soft. It was like what you think clouds should feel like. 

Her heart was beating so fast. Or was it his?

God, he was so close.

He was nuzzling into a spot just to the right of her collarbone and below her shoulder.

"Your shirt feels nice." He finally stopped and leaned back to meet her eyes, "Take it off."

"What? No!" She sputtered as she tried very hard not to yeet him across the room.

"Why not?" He pouted clearly missing how not okay that was to say.

"Because I'm wearing it! Just go get something from my closet if you want to wear my clothes so bad!"

He immediately took her up on the offer and scurried off to her closet.

"Wow, it's so big in here! It's like another room in your room."

"That's what a walk-in closet is you dingus!" Tucker shouted playfully.

Danny laughed as the sound of hangers sliding across the rod as he perused her selection carried into her room.

Just as Sam started to relax the very distinct sound of a zipper opening and denim dropping to the floor broke the comfortable silence.

Sam was pretty sure all the blood in her body evaporated.

"You want me to check on him?" Tucker asked already half out the chair.

"Please."

Tucker walked over cautiously, "Hey Danny, you about done in there?"

"Yeah, I'll be right out."

Tucker lingered just outside of the doorway of the closet, "You remember that Sam asked you not to take off your pants right?"

"But I found better ones."

Tucker turned back to her and whispered, "Better ones?"

She just shrugged and waved for him to continue.

"Right, can I come in?" He asked with so much question in his voice it sounded like he didn't actually want to.

"Sure! You can let me know if it's a look or not."

Tucker took a breath, stealing himself for whatever he was about to witness. He took a step forward and crossed the threshold and then another step he was out of view.

It was quiet for a moment before Tucker let out a poorly suppressed snicker. "Well, it's definitely a look."

Sam took her own steadying breath before walking into the closet herself.

Danny was there smiling down at his new outfit, before looking up at her. "So what do you think?"

The first thing she noticed was that he was wearing the DIY’ed crop top of her oversized Dumpty Humpty concert tee, the thick chunky fringe swayed from side to side as he moved.

Her eyes slowly traveled downward and found he was wearing bright baby blue capri leggings that were covered in sickeningly happy large white daisies. And to top it all off the shiny opalescent fabric of a high-waisted pleated skater skirt was the final item of his nightmare outfit.

He was a fashion disaster in the truest form.

She wasn’t sure if she should even bother asking why he chose what he did, there might not be a method to this madness.

Tucker on the other hand, apparently had no qualms in asking any question that popped into his head, “So why the skirt?”

“It reminds me of Jazz.”

“How?”

“We used to play dress up,” he admitted while twisting at the waist to get the skirt to flare around him.

He stopped abruptly and declared, “I want cheesy fries,” before grabbing them each by the hand and walking back into her room and towards the door.

Oh no, they could not go out like this. He could not go out like this! She is very sure he would not like it if anyone saw him dressed like this.

“How about I order them and we can watch a movie here?” She cursed herself internally because if he agreed to that they’d have to go back downstairs and it would make coming up here pointless.

“But Nasty Burger doesn't deliver.” he countered as he swayed his shoulders back and forth which caused both the crop top fringe and the pleats of the skirt to sway to the same hypnotic beat.

“I have my ways.” Those ways were an obscene inheritance. She found a lot of people did a lot of things if you just paid them the right amount.

“Okie Dokie Loki!” he agreed cheerily before skipping through her closed bedroom door.

Right, ghost powers. He still had those.

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Once she was confident enough that Tucker was keeping Danny distracted, Sam called the Nasty Burger to place their order. She figured she might as well just get something for everyone and make the delivery worth the person’s time.

The phone was answered on the 4th ring, “Hello?”

“Yeah, hi. I know this is going to sound stupid, but could you take a delivery order for me?”

“We don’t do delivery?”

“I know, but can you make an exception? Just this once? I can pay extra!” God, she hated using her wealth this way.

“How much extra are we talking?”

But it was hard to argue with the results. “Name your price.”

After a bit of haggling for haggling’s sake, Sam was able to place her order. Now all she had to do was wait.

The stereo in the basement came on and it was obviously turned up pretty loud, but she couldn’t tell what the song was from her spot by the front door. Her leg bounced with impatience until the doorbell finally rang.

She popped up and sped walked to the door, cash in hand.

She opened it quickly to find Valerie on the other side. Sam sighed realizing that she should have expected that.

That‘s why the voice on the phone sounded so familiar.

“So I have to ask, why can’t you leave your house?”

Before she had time to come up with an excuse, he appeared.

“Valerie!” He cheered before running over and into Sam when he didn’t stop in time. “Are those my cheesy fries?”

Valerie’s expression went from surprise, to confusion, to perplexed amusement. “What are you wearing?”

“It’s my new fit! Do you like it?” he swishes to set the skirt and fringe back into motion. That seemed to be his favorite part of the outfit as far as she could tell.

“It’s definitely a statement.”

“Oh wait! I forgot the best part!” he reached into the pocket of the skirt. Which surprised Sam because she didn’t know that had pockets.

Then he pulled out something that made her even more confused, mostly because she had absolutely no idea where the heck he had even gotten those from.

He slipped on a pair of pale blue shutter shades and slipped them on. “Now it’s complete.”

Valerie stared at him for a good 20 seconds then leaned in almost nose to nose with him. "Are you high right now?"

"That depends," Danny slowly slides the shades down his nose, "Are you the police? Because if yes?" He pushes the glasses back up to sort of hiding his bloodshot eyes, "Nope."

Sam just closed her eyes, “I will pay you an extra two hundred dollars if you never breathe a word of this to anyone.”

“Make it two-fifty. I’ve got rent to pay.”

“Fine!” she pulled out the money and aggressively traded the food for the stupid amount of cash. She hated that she literally just had to pay Valerie hush money.

Danny better appreciate the lengths she was willing to go for him.

[starrykitty013]

Just Gonna Let Em Hate - Chapter 10 Sneak Peak

Soooo I knew this was gonna happen but I can’t post today because the chapter isn’t finished but as soon as I get to a laptop (the 12th) it’s cronch time!!! It will defiantly be done by Friday but I said Thursday because I think I can make that and I feel bad for making y’all wait this long... anyways!! Here is an unedited sneak peak of the next chapter!!!!

Chapter 10 sneaku peaku

Technically, he was expected to be there.

Fury said he was only dispatching the Avengers for uber emergencies until this situation blew over. Apparently a city wide invasion of plant zombies (which was nothing like the game plants vs zombies or the Danny Phantom plant zombie episode, this was much more gross and worse) was a super emergency, which Peter totally got.

And he would’ve hung back and watched, except that little voice in his head and his senses told him he’d been hanging back enough as is. He hadn’t even responded to Wade’s text for an MLP marathon, his money stash was getting low, but that was because rent on his apartment was leeching his income and he needed to get back to work faster. He knew the Avengers could handle this, but he wasn’t about to let 167th street be torn up by giant gardenias that looked like they’d been sitting in the trash for a few hundred years and died in soiled milk.

“You’d think these zombies would smell better.” Peter grumbled as he turned around to see Iron Man about to be hit by a spiky leaf that was sure to be lethal. He hit a button “Iron Man watch your 6!” he told him and Tony turned around to blast the oncoming barage of leaf daggers.

“Thanks kid.” Stark said breathlessly, as if he couldn’t believe what or who he was hearing.

“Parker? What are you doing here?” Wilson asked and Peter rolled his eyes.

“I thought you were ghosting for a few more weeks.” Barton questioned not unkindly though, which was odd.

“Yeah no, I’m back bitches.” Peter announced and was met with a series of good natured ‘language’ remarks that made him smile beneath the mask.

“We could use some help on 7th, if your close.” Steve admitted and Peter was grateful they didn’t have to go through the whole soldier spiel.

“On my way!” Peter swung up did a trick and flew towards the location where a bunch of walking discoloured marigolds were attacking rather visciously the duo of Black Widow and Winter Soldier, who were using their long range weapons. ‘Of course’ he thought to himself as he webbed and corraled a bunch of the plant zombies in a web while Winter Soldeir blasted their legs to hell and Black Widow sliced off theri tops evenly.

“Hey kid.” she responded as he landed next to her on the peteled streets. He only sense a tad bit of awkwardness in her tone, but a lot in Barnes’ posture.

“Uh, hey...hi uhm...nice move?” he said puffing his chest out a bit and trying to maintain professionlism.

“Not bad yourself.” she said and Barnes migrated over to them.

“Is there anything else?” he asked the two of them and she shook her head but then Peter felt his senses tingle and pushed Barnes down as a razor leaf shot over both their heads.

“Woah, razor leaf! Like in pokemon.” he said under his breath as he got off Barnes who nodded a curt thank you and they went ot battle the water lilies that looked like they were drowned in radioactive waste.

They weren’t his parents and he wasn’t their kid. Not out here. They could forget about all the drama stewing in their family for now.

Right now, they had a wanna be Leafeon to take down.

[drowningroane]

This just reminds me of the Danny Phantom Cronch urge DP X DC Prompt.

If you had teeth and a jaw strong enough to chew and eat metal, what do you think the best would be? Copper's obviously a basic bitch answer, but I just don't think aluminium would have the depth of flavour. I mean, I don't want to be the lead guy, but why mess with a classic?

[blindbatalex]

83 with kureinen?

my friends and I have been getting photos with santa every year since we were six and for the last four years, you’ve been the cute photographer who makes me laugh

send me more winter prompts here!

~*~

“So tomorrow at 1pm still works for everyone to go to the mall, yes?” Danton asks the room.

He loves his friends but trying to plan anything more than a casual round of drinks at the bar with everyone is about as easy as herding a bunch of cats, and that even when they are in the same room.

Right now for example, Chris, Pasta, and Torey are playing Rocket League on the TV with the volume on full blast, Ryan and Charlie are completely lost in whatever is on Charlie’s phone and Jake seems to be trying a personal record for how many Oreos he can fit in his mouth. No one answers Danton’s question.

Danton rolls his eyes and tries again, speaking up above the din.

This time, he succeeds in getting Chris to turn his head and answer him, though when he does Danton wishes he just stuck to Rocket League.

“Oh about that,” Chris says, “maybe we should skip this year.”

“Ya, everyone looks at us weird,” Jake pipes in through the cronch, “no other self respecting group of twenty-somethings still gets photos with Santa.”

Danton looks at them slack jawed and offended to his core, reminds that it’s their tradition. Ever since they were in middle school they have gone together to get a picture with Santa each Christmas. He won’t stand for this disrespect now.

“Okay we will go,” Chris replies, he turns around to flash a shit-eating grin at Danton despite the points it costs him in the game, “if you admit your real reason for wanting to go.”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Danton shoots back quickly, “it has always our thing and it’s the holidays so it’s good to be jolly for once.”

“Yeah someone is jolly for that twink photographer alright,” Torey replies.

Okay maybe the super cute photographer at the Santa stand who has the best smile Danton has ever seen and always makes them laugh and gets the goofiest shots - Sean - is a small part of the reason Danton has been looking forward to this event, but like 10% at most.  It’s still 90% about tradition and bonds of brotherhood as he reminds forcefully to his friends.

He has to resort to chasing after them and throwing couch cushions when Jake starts singing Danny-and-twinkphotographer kissing in a tree with still a couple oreos in his mouth.

*

“You guys are back!” the gorgeous photographer tells them with an equally gorgeous smile. He claps Danton on the arm as they file in. “Hey Danny.”

Danny. Danton feels himself flush from head to toe. Sean’s lightly gelled hair is perfect as always and his highlights are even better this year somehow. God, what a man.

His friends are making a ruckus trying to arrange themselves for the photo and Jake is asking if he can sit on Santa’s lap.

“Hey,” Danton says weakly and ten seconds too late.

“Hohoho please no,” Santa says forcefully and with no delay at all.

*

“Alright boys, behave,” Sean tells them with the loveliest of grins suggesting where each should sit.

And just like that it’s done. One regular shot, one goofy one with everyone making finger guns at each other - Sean’s brilliant idea as always - and then they are standing up to have their photo printed and leave, mindful of the line behind them.

Danton feels his heart sink. Not counting the time he will spend admiring his work, and his hands, from far away until the end of holidays, it will be a year before he sees this guy again, and that is if he comes back next year.

“Alright, real quick,” Chris asks when the photo has printed. Danton frowns. What is Chris-?

“Are you single by any chance? Because our friend Danny here has the-”

“Wags!” Danton interjects with whatever little air is left in his lungs but it doesn’t deter Chris in the slightest.

“-he has the biggest crush on you, and he is painfully shy and not much to look at, but he’s pretty funny when you get to know him. So you should go on a date if that’s your thing?”

Sean huffs out a quick, surprised laugh, clearly caught off his guard. He recovers pretty quickly though only tell Chris he is wrong.

Danton’s heart is like the Titanic at this point, sinking and sinking further until it hopefully reaches the cold embrace of death soon. Well, so much for that. Danton knew he didn’t have a real shot with the guy anyway though he will definitely make Chris and the rest of them pay when they are back home for this intrusive and uncalled for-

“…rong that he is not much to look at.”

Wait, what?

Danton drags himself out of his own head. Sean is looking at him, and…smirking?

“I think you are cute,” he says, and hands Danton a piece of paper, “and I get off at 7, so.”

Danton looks at his hand. On the paper is a series of numbers, Sean’s number, Sean’s number that Sean has written for him, Sean who gets off at 7pm, and wants to-.

Holy fucking fuck.

*

If Danton all but runs out of there, it’s not because he is scared, no sir, but because he has a date to plan, no matter what Chris and Torey may say.

[xanthicantag]

do all those 🐙🐠🐟🐬🐳🐋🐡

angelfish: are you a religious person? if you are, what are your beliefs?

I’m not really religious? I just hope it’ll all work out 

blue whale: do you sleep with a stuffed animal? which one was your favourite one as a kid?

Um, yes.  I didn’t actually have ones I slept with as a kid

clownfish: would you rather spend your evening at the circus, at the movie theatre or at a drama play?

oooooooooooo, hm, maybe a drama play, but like, if it was a cool musical

coral: do you like jewels? if you do, do you have a favourite one?

shiny rock, good for cronch

dolphin: at what age do you think you’ve been the happiest ever? why?

oof, idk man, like, idk, like stuff gets better over time i guess? so every more year is better and more happy

eel: what music band/singer has inspired you the most to follow your dreams and be yourself? why?

fuckk if i know i just listen for the bang bang

giant squid: did you like fairy tales as a kid? which children story is still your favourite one?

i didn’t really read fairy tales or children stories when i was younger tbh

jellyfish: if you had the chance to spend the summer at one place in the world, which one would it be? why?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, somewhere with friends?

orca: are you an easy-to-scare person? what scares you the most?

things, things scare me, i wont say what, because i trust no one

lionfish: what is your sexuality? if you aren’t straight, when did you realize it? was it hard?

bi, and idk?

manatee: do you often call people sweet names? which ones are your favourite ones?

i mean, i, may do such a things time to time, and probably darling or hon, they just feel good to say

manta ray: do you easily forgive people who’ve hurt you?

depends on how?

narwhal: what is your favourite literary genre? why?

dragons

octopus: are you a very affectionate person? do you like hugs, kisses and cuddles?

yes, and yes and yes an yes

sea horse: which is your favourite memory ever?

idk dude

sea lion: what is your gender? if you aren’t cis, when did you realize it? was it hard?

hohoho nice try getting me to talk about myself on the internet, like some kind of tricky trickster

sea otter: have you ever been in love? if you have, how did it feel?

i mean it feels nice? like, duh?

sea turtle: would you like to have children? if you do, how would you name them?

i do not want to, but if i did i’d name them after shark types because hell yeah

shark: do you have any best friends? how would you describe your friendship?

well let see there’s, you my bro of bros, lauren is the like dnd anime nerd friend, ben is bb, joe is... a walking disaster, danny is a live grenade i toss up and down like a yo-yo knowing full well it can and one day will kill me 

unicornfish: do you believe in love at first sight?

eh?

walrus: how would you define beauty? do you ever feel beautiful?

idk man, shit just looks good sometimes

[lesbiean-main]

All right. Wow. I hate you, and Danni, and whoever else is in that STUPID, UGLY, GOD (Christian Slur TW Again!! And stop. They are real things, you insensitive rats) DAMN CHAT. I LOATHE you all. You are just making fun of me for no reason at all? Can you stop hating on me? And now your just making me feel bad by posting your follower amounts. That's just plain RUDE and CRUEL.

bithc.. u need to .. cronch sum celery.. pls.. calm urself

[spacemcclain]

Quotes from the VolTrash server

“ HIGH SCHOOL MEMESICAL ”

“ Kaz is the illuminati ” “ I can’t believe I killed Tupac… “ 

“ forget hance we have larriet ”

“ keith, pidge….. ‘lice and hrk’ “

“ not about that vape nation ”

“ I can’t stop with the jokes it’s in my… jenes ”

“ crap. it’s 4:20 I gotta blaze it ”

“ i lOVE ISROSTLE UNIVERS “

“ CATCH. THESE. HANDS ”

“ hallelura ”

“ can’t send me to hell if I’m already there ”

“ Are you from Idaho? ” “ I don’t th- ” “ Potato ”

“ friendship ended with Nightcrawler now Danny is my new best dad ”

“ gnomes are evil and should be stolen ”

“ they turned out creepy like you ”

“ middle standard time ”

“ new cryptid: fez and leggy come back from the void after 2 months of absence to fight for 5 hours over something nobody even remembers “

“ “I just came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now” “  

“ leggu is actually the animu version of leggy ”

“ “i can’t believe i’m an anime” -leggy ”

“ illuminati: the gay anime. coming out summer 2k17 “

“ Everything changed when the pidges attacked ”

“ who needs bendy straws when u have bendy pidges ”

“ The Pidge nation, the Shiro nomads, the Hunk kingdom and the Lance tribe. “

“Keith is the swampbenders”

“ KEITH IS SHREK CONFIRMED ”

“ I can’t believe Shrek is Texan ”

“ New cryptid: Texan Shrek ”

“ Can’t believe we lost Leggy to Lotor ”

“ vrepit Succ ”

“ YOLOtor looked at his father and nodded, whispering “Vrepit Succ” ”

“ galras don’t just succ, they Vrepit Succ™ ”

“ I’m always down to fuck with the government ”

“ Charlie my chapstick ”

“ Leggy is my 2017 mood ”

“ leggy furiously yelling at [assumedly her younger brother] to kill something - the vc “

“ mama mia! that’s a spicy kazball! ”

“ someone: texan is a nationality!!! me: guess i’m None American with Left Texas “

“ leggy i swear to god i’m going to copyright mama meme supreme “

“ i go to the applebees apples: eaten bees: released dick: out i am forcibly removed from the applebees “

“ what do you men? “

“ Hiss Hiss motherfuckers ”

“ we are all basilisks in the chamber “

“ you may be cooler than me but do you have Crippling Depression™ ”

“ our lord and savior, allura jesus. allurus ”

“ DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVOUR ALLURA JEUSUS “

“ knives out for leggy ”

“we are all Tazsexual”

“ how big were the heels you were wearing when you measured your height ”

“ Every once in a while, you’ll hear a distinct rumble and from beyond the horizon a voice will echo… “UNLEASH THE SHITPOSTS" “

“ "yaint shit” “

“ Steph  is the personification of chuck e cheese ”

“ SPORTAKLANCE “

“ Stepho my eggos ”

“ gaylord, memelord, shitlord, and dicklord THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE “

“ You’re the edgy fuck “

“ I like the cronch ”

“ THANK YOU SO HARD DUDE MAN “

“ Steph: OH MY GOD I LOST MY NIPPLES “

“ welcome to the fun zone motherfucker! ”

“ NO MISSPELLINGS WE TAKE VARKON ON LIKE MEN ”

“ “I’m blue da ba dee da ba di, I’m blue im a bee and I’m a bi I’m blue da ba dee da ba I’m mee other guys and if I was meat I’m a guy and I’m a deed and I will die” “

“ zarkon s a hetero0o “

“ rest in rainbows ”

“ SMELLS LIKE HEAVEN LIKE THE TEARS OF JESUS HIMSELF -Kaz ”

“ serving size: 4 “yeah bitch all 4 me” “

“ “I can’t steal the memes” Blue 3:40 pm ”

“ “im an emu” - charlie, 2k17 ”

“ “Just delete ourselves” “

“ canadian mafia ride moose into battle ”

“ TAZ TAZ MOTHERFUCKER ”

“ clop me harder daddy “

“ Leggeh is Bekkeh’s counterpart “

“ leggeh legge kaz “

“ “i promise my excitement is fullassed” “

“ fast and furious 8: blue’s fingers ”

“ Then I guess you mean, Fast and FuriEAST “

“ gotta get a sweater so i dont fuckign freeze to death in this bullshit anti-spring weather :’) “

“ Who’s the one starwars guy? The daddy one?  ” “ jar jar goddamn binks ”

“ “WHEN IN DOUBT, MEME IT OUT” - leggy ”

“ “I can’t believe Coran is Canadian” ”

“ GOD NIGHT ”

[kitty-av]

Yes yes! That's probably why babey ghosts get moody - their core is trying to settle, but it isn't, so the purrs that are supposed to convey safety feel wrong. So the babey ghost feels wrong. Feels weird. Because they should be happy so why don't they sound happy?

It's like, you know about the ants and their dead spray? Like - when ants die they smell dead, so some scientists sprayed an alive ant and even it thought it was dead? It's kinda like that - you're not sounding safe, so you must not be yet.

Danny keeps going through so many emotions after getting his ice powers - hell torrent of terror was literally about him needing to not be moody for a day because he got blasted with Vortex's powers! It's easy to imagine that it's because he hasn't completely settled yet

I also imagine he'd find his purr in the Far Frozen! It's ideal temperature for his core to work, and it's a safe space for him. Maybe he's talking with Frostbite and then his core just goes ' OWO safety! ' and it begins cronching and popping like a light sheet of ice!

Frostbite may have cried genuine tears of joy •^•

His babey is growing •^•

Ghost “Purring”

This is taking a lot from @kitty-av and @ashoutinthedarkness post about Danny being an eldritch cat. Go read it’s very cute.

Anyway ghosts “purr” for pretty much the same reason cats do, as either a form of communication and/or soothing mechanism.

However, ghosts don’t typically have the throat structure to purr the same way cats do so instead, the mechanism that causes the purring in ghosts is the core. Ectoplasm reacts to emotion, and while ghosts cannot create emotions they can feed on, their emotions still have an effect on their core. This effect is vibration, which produces sound, and is referred to as ghost purring.

Also since it is the core vibrating that creates the sound, the type of core affects what noise is made. Ice cores tend to sound like the clink of ice cubes or snow shifting underfoot, while fire cores sound more like the crackle of camp fires or hum of a heating element. There are other factors that affect the sound as well meaning that every ghost has a unique purr.

The biggest predictors of what a ghost’s purr sounds like is the type of core they have and what they personally find to be a soothing or safe sound.

[violetren]

“Not much chance of that. I bought the warehouse the day after you arrived, so Archie works for me now,” she said.

You know it's really easy to forget that Ayanda is like Rich Rich, but then she says shit like that and I am reminded that Danny is, in effect, a sugar baby. Gonna be real I would probably kill just to have the transmutation power alone. Not the full buffet of probably hundred of undiscovered powers, just the transmutation even at like 1/10th of Ayanda and Danny's strength.

Not even necessarily for the ability to turn garbage into gold, though I would 100%. No, just for the sheer chaos of picking up like a rock or someones phone and transmuting into something edible and cronching down on it in front of them. I don't think that would ever get old for me.

Wren Reads Scatter Chapter 20

So uh despite the best of intentions, I got totally wiped out by my meeting at the uni today and no studying actually got done. On the upside, my timetable should FINALLY be stable by the end of the week. Assuming the upgrade to level 2 restrictions for the perth campus doesn't fuck anything over more than everything already has been.

To deal with the stress I am instead diving into another chapter of Scatter before bed, because what's better bedtime reading that a couple of gay superheroes being cute together?

Spoilers on this soon to be long post can be avoided with the 'scatter spoilers' tag.

You can preview and buy Scatter as an eBook direct from the publisher HERE. Or go to Amazon and search Scatter by Molly J Bragg to get a paperback copy.

[jadeender]

Love it Danny! You just gotta, cronch, the mask.

Discord is a wild place okay and i wasn't even involved in the convo

Credits to (the artist who drew botw link eating a butterfly) @jeenius-the-dork @linkeduniverse-incorrect and @jadeender for this bonus:

[ding-dong-the-bitch-is-dead]

@north-peach

dp x dc prompt!

Danny has always been somewhat of a compulsive chewer. All the way up through middle school he would bite on the neck of his shirt, or hoodie strings. The portal accident and his newfound Halfa status did not help. In fact, the carryover even in his human form gave him extremely sharp teeth and the strength to crunch metal if he wasn’t careful.

Several years later in Gotham, there have been reports of various chunks of scrap metal, with tooth marks resembling fangs gouged into the steel, being found in alleyways and scrapyards. The bats are not pleased that a new meta has taken up residence and started leaving vaguely threatening ‘messages’ lying around. Anything with fangs and jaw strength like that can’t be good news.