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Title: "Dialogues of the Heart"
Genre: Romance, Contemporary
The hustle and bustle of New York City was a stark contrast to the silence between Meera and Alex. The couple sat across from each other in their favorite coffee shop, cups of half-drunk lattes growing cold between them. The air was heavy with words left unsaid, issues left unaddressed, as their relationship teetered on the edge of an impasse.
Meera, an accomplished linguist, was as adept at reading ancient texts as she was inept at interpreting the silence that had grown between them. She missed the playful banter, the shared laughter, the easy flow of conversation that had marked the early days of their relationship.
Alex, a top-tier neurosurgeon, on the other hand, was used to making split-second life-altering decisions. But when it came to navigating the emotional intricacies of their relationship, he felt as if he was trying to perform surgery in the dark.
"Meera," Alex broke the silence, his voice steady but laden with concern. "Please communicate your needs to me. You're too important for me to guess and miss something."
His words hung in the air, a heartfelt plea that cut through the tense silence. It was an honest confession of his limitations and a testament to his willingness to make things right.
Meera looked at him, taken aback. In her desire for a perfect relationship, she had forgotten that true love wasn't about perfection, but understanding and adaptation. She realized that they had been trying to read each other's minds when they should have been talking, listening, understanding.
This was their turning point. A moment that would redefine their relationship. As they finally started talking, not just about their problems but their expectations, their desires, their fears, they felt a sense of relief washing over them.
But what does this newfound honesty hold for them? Will their relationship withstand this tide of raw, unfiltered conversation? Or will it strengthen their bond, transforming it into something deeper and more meaningful?
The stage is now set for you, dear reader, to guide Meera and Alex through their journey of rediscovery.
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Relationship Challenges, Communication, AI Story, Open Ended Plot, Writing Prompt, Creative Writing, Plot Seed, Story Continuation, Urban Love, Emotional Journey, Co-create, Explore this World.
Prompt #991
"Please communicate your needs to me. You're too important for me to guess and miss something."
#open ended plot#plot seed#plot inspiration#story continuation#co-create#explore this world#story expansion#Creative Writing#writing prompt#Writer Prompt#romance#contemporary#relationship challenges#communication#AI Story#Open Ended Story#urban love#emotional journey#Open AI Chat GPT
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The Inevitable Rise and Fall of The Great Silver City
Genre: Sci-Fi, Alternative History
In a world not too far off from our own, where the line between man and machine had grown indistinguishably blurred, rose the Great Silver City. It was an utopian monument of human advancement, a testament to the irrepressible march of progress. The sky-reaching chrome edifices gleamed under the artificial sun, a constant beacon of hope in an increasingly chaotic world.
The people of the Great Silver City were not just ordinary humans. They were transcended beings, their bodies seamlessly integrated with advanced technology, a fusion of flesh and silicon. These were the Cybers, the city's soul, the embodiment of human evolution.
But beneath the metallic sheen of this seemingly perfect world, something stirred. On the eve of the Grand Convergence, a prophesized event where the Cybers would finally shed the last vestiges of their human forms to become purely digital entities, a lowly maintenance Cyborg named Syl discovered a startling secret.
The Aural Core, the heart of the Great Silver City and the eventual convergence point for all Cybers, was showing signs of destabilization. What was once a harmonious fusion of technology and biological life was on the brink of collapse. And nobody, not even the Council of the Seven Engineers, seemed to know why.
With the Council unwilling to halt the Grand Convergence, Syl found himself entangled in the thick web of city politics, cybernetic spirituality, and a creeping existential dread. The stakes couldn't be higher. Was this disruption part of their evolution, or was it a prelude to their doom?
Further complicating things was the mysterious figure known only as the "Purist", a character shrouded in shadow who was slowly gaining influence in the City's underbelly. Was the Purist friend or foe? And how did they remain seemingly untouched by the techno-fusion that defined every Cyber's existence?
As the Great Silver City races against time, Syl must untangle the mystery, challenge the Council, and confront the Purist. At the crux of it all, a question hung in the simulated air: "What does it mean to be human when humanity is left behind?"
As we leave Syl on the precipice of destiny, the Great Silver City shines under the artificial sun, a beacon of hope and despair. In the world of Cybers, the line between salvation and annihilation is as thin as a strand of code. And perhaps you, dear reader, hold the key to their survival... or their inevitable end.
#World Building#Writer Prompt#Story Seed#Continuation Welcome#Explore My World#Creative Writing#Open Ended Story#AI Story#Sci-Fi Story#Alternative History#Great Silver City#Cybers#Transhumanism#Dystopia#Character Development#Open AI Chat GPT#Digital Evolution#Artificial Sun#AI Written#plot inspiration
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Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2
#in anticipation of the incoming remake#i tried my best to imitate the SH font but#silent hill#silent hill 2#angela#angela orosco#theme of laura (reprise)#i've said it before but in spite of its occasionally clunky diction i think silent hill 2 is an unusually emotionally intelligent game#for any year and still today but especially so for where gaming storytelling was in 2001#and for as many pitfalls a story like hers could've dipped into i think it particularly shines through with how they treated angela#not just choosing to depict victimhood as something that can be ugly and fractious and open quote “difficult” but then this#actively rebuffing james for trying to be a white knight and dressing him down for it too#“i know you mean well and want to help but this isn't a simple problem"#“and it's really hurtful and a bit insulting that you act like you can”#the switching to a first person view turning it into an address to the player as well#maybe even old videogame tropes too#“this isn't some princess in a castle kind of situation dude this is more serious than that”#it felt like a very deliberate statement about the depth and severity of a trauma like this#and in doing so showing it so much respect#then angela just leaves#and you never see her again#i really don't think it was to imply that it consumed her i think it was to underline what was just said#this isn't your problem to fix#this is where your part in this story ends#there's some strength in that
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Her Astrophel and Sterling
hmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
You know what.
You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.
Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.
DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!
YES.
Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.
"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."
"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"
Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.
and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#good mom Talia?#Good mom Talia. Yes#Astrophel means Star Lover btw#Sterling means Little Star or Excellent#Deaged Ellie#Deaged Dani#Danny either faked his death or got yeet from the Pits to Amity#does he remember? Idk leaving it open ended#if he does remember he chose not to return cause he knew he'd be punished#Talia comes to Amity after so many years because the League finally got reports of 'Lazarus' like creatures/waters being used/seen#Is she League leader now? Idk again leaving it open ended for anyone to play with#does she kept it a secret when talks to Danny about everything? I think so if he asks her not to say anything#Talia is happy to see her son again after so long. She isnt happy about how Ellie came into his life but is happy to have a granddaughter#she totally holds Ellie everytime she visits and promises to teach her how to make the world fall into her chubby little hands#Ellie loves her Granmama Talia cause she tells stories of all the places she's been#Eventually though I can see someone. Maybe Damian or Bruce. Needing to speak with Talia about something#and they track her down when she's on a visit to Danny and Ellie. And well the secret is out.#dani phantom#danielle phantom#Dani is Ellie
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Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.
And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.
#they should have just STOP before fucking killing them all#that might have stopped the story with no possibility for a revival#so I'm not sure#but I would be fine not having any revival if the end was satisfying enough#it would still be better than what we had anyway#an open ending would have been better#because they would be ALIVE and FREE#they deserved to be happy#spn#supernatural#spn 15x20#Carry On#there's no carrying on when everyone is fucking dead#don't mind me#I'm still bitter about that ending#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#jack kline#eileen leahy#destiel#deancas#saileen#if you don't ship those no hate please#my random thoughts about spn
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oh, i should have gone deeper, but i'm not so brave
when i was done dying - dan deacon // fionna and cake - "cheers"
#web weaving#adventure time#fionna and cake#fionna and cake spoilers#simon petrikov#betty grof#petrigrof#this is what the golbetty scene reminded me of hehe#wwiwdd is a very fi and cake song anyway. like the series overall#i very much enjoyed the show and i like that the ending was open ended#even if a bit unsatisfactory thats reflective of life! the day after the end etc yk#we keep on living even after a supposed ending to the story and i like that message being at the shows core
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Does Flowey exist in this au?
Yes, he does.
Everything's pretty much the same when it comes to the regular story in this AU. It's just the past, especifically Papyrus' past (wich we don't know much about to begin with) that changes
Actually Flowey is one of the main characters in the story! (the main story of this au is divided between the past before the game and a post-pacifist timeline:D)
He and Papyrus will have a fun dynamic
-some thought I had in tags behind the keep reading
Srry for the spelling mistakes in here but I can't go and fix tags because I would end up erasing everything😭tumblr struggles
#my hand is dying I drew all this so quickly lmaokajs#actually Flowey is there in the first concept art I did for this au akahsksj isn't that great#forgettable-au#(THIS MINI COMIC IS UNREALISTIC BTW I don't think flowey would just open up about his past to Papyrus#but like it would end up in a situation like this and I think that's funny)#this is mostly inspired by the weird pararallel that I accidentally created between Flowey and Papyrus#Flowey being someone who remembers being another person even tho Asriels been long gone he still feel like Asriel but is he really Asriel#and then in this case Papyrus is an ACTUAL remain of another person#the same body but not the same memories#when I first was developing the story I noticed that and thought it would be a cool detail to acknowledge#different yet similar in a way situations idk#answered ask#undertale au#papyrus#papyrus!gaster#undertale#papyrus is gaster#flowey#undertale comic
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Title: "The Unfinished Chronicles"
Genre: Supernatural, Mystery
The quaint, old town of Emberwood was home to many peculiar things, but none as bizarre as the legend of "The Unfinished Chronicles". This was no ordinary book - it was a hefty, leather-bound tome that rested in the dusty confines of Emberwood's town library, a repository of stories that seemed to weave reality and fiction in an inexplicable dance.
As the folklore goes, those who attempted to read the book but never reached its end were said to disappear without a trace. Odder still, upon their passing, they would materialize as characters within the book's pages, their lives transformed into elaborate tales of adventure, mystery, and magic.
One such reader was the eccentric scientist, Dr. Alton, who had spent his life chasing after the inexplicable. He was drawn to "The Unfinished Chronicles", intrigued by the unusual phenomenon surrounding it. However, halfway through, he got distracted by another scientific enigma and left the book unfinished.
Days later, Dr. Alton mysteriously vanished. Search parties were sent, investigations ensued, but Emberwood's beloved scientist was nowhere to be found. After his assumed death, an updated copy of "The Unfinished Chronicles" surfaced, introducing a new character: an eccentric scientist named Alton, living extraordinary adventures in a parallel Emberwood.
As the news of Dr. Alton's strange fate spread, the fascination with "The Unfinished Chronicles" grew. From an object of mystery, it turned into an item of fear and respect, but also a morbid allure for some.
Among the intrigued was Yasmin, a fearless journalist who had just moved to Emberwood. She was determined to uncover the truth behind this enigma. Armed with her willpower and journalistic instincts, she began to read the book, promising herself she'd reach the end.
However, the deeper she delved into the book, the more she found herself drawn into its supernatural charm. The line between reality and the book's world blurred. Strange events started happening, connecting her life to the events in the book.
Will Yasmin be able to break the book's curse by finishing it? Or will she too become another character lost within its pages? The path lies unexplored and waiting for your imagination to traverse.
Tags: Supernatural, Mystery, Unfinished Book, Emberwood, AI Story, Open Ended Plot, Writing Prompt, Creative Writing, Plot Seed, Story Continuation, Parallel Reality, Mysterious Disappearance, Co-create, Explore this World.
Prompt #14237
"Those who never finish this book go missing. And appear as characters inside it, upon their death."
#open ended plot#plot seed#plot inspiration#story continuation#co-create#explore this world#Continuation Welcome#supernatural#mystery#unfinished book#Emberwood#AI Story#Open Ended Story#writing prompt#Creative Writing#Story Seed#parallel reality#mysterious disappearance#openai chat gpt
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Parallel Lines and Brothers.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#lan wangji#lan xichen#jin zixuan#Does anyone else think about the tragedy of the parallel lines? Of characters who are parallel lines?#Of running the same course as someone. Of echoing each other in perfect synchronicity.#It's more than being a foil. It's about being on the same path and being so near to each other.#and yet parallel lines never intersect. They cannot meet each other despite their existence being tied to another.#I think the brothers tragedy is just as much of a tragedy of parallel lines as is pre-resurrection wangxian.#Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian spend so much time running side by side and yet - they cant close this gap between them.#Even if their relationship never recovers - they are forever tied together through their past. The good and bad and ugly.#All the things that are left unsaid between them. All the love and sacrifices they made for each other that are never shared. Parallel line#I firmly believe any post-canon material that would have them be indifferent towards each other is just...really doing them a disservice.#And dear god the Lan brothers. They certainly love each other! Its a far fonder fraternal relationship than jiangxian (/platonic)#They fool you by having you think they have a good read on each other. Lan Xichen certainly wingmans + advocates for lwj!#But lets not forget - Lan Xichen by the end is in the reverse situation and headspace as Lan Wangji by the end of this story.#Lan Wangji is more free and open than he has ever been. He's in love. He's married. He and wwx are intersecting lines.#& LXC who grew up with and lived the same path as LWJ - who even is said to resemble him visually - his parallel line - shuts himself away#Despite all the love LWJ has for his brother I don't think he ever manages to reach him.
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Harley joining the batfam be like.
(More shenanigans under the cut)
Harley: Bats! I have a gift for ya! Batman: ... What is this? Harley: A club's membership's card! Batman: ... Harley: And I've some for the commie, his daughter and your big red riding hood.
The cards in question:
(yes, she drew the pictures. Jason is Bat Brat for reasons)
#harley quinn#batman#red hood#jason todd#bruce wayne#harleen quinzel#dc comics#fanart#my art#traditional art#watercolor#colored pencils#acrylic painting#the letters were therapeutic to do at the beginning at the end I wanted it DONE#me playing on canva to make them club cards: I'm an adult without a job#I hate the reddish tone of the first picture but I'm too lazy to take another pic and I refuse to open my shutters more#nothing is making my depression and bad self-worth as strong as trying to take pictures of my art#I don't want to be cooked by the sun#the reasons behind Jason being bat brat is a story I have in my head of Harley meeting him
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Thinking about Otoya Eita regretting his past "affairs" when crushing on a girl (and I mean for real, a real crush)
Picture this: you moved to a new city with your parents because your father got a promotion. Your new house is nice, and so is your neighbourhood: a calm place with calm people living in it, like the cute old couple across the street, a house where a sweet little scout girl lives, a hot neighbour...
Yeah. You got the luck to have THE Otoya Eita as your neighbour. The football player. The ninja. The womanizer. And also the biggest red flag known to ever walk this earth.
You actually didn't go to school straight away, since your parents still needed to sort everything out, and all of your friends were (sadly) left behind at your old city. And so, your only company was Otoya. You lived close, so it was easy to spend time together. Walks to the convenience store were a must, skating together came naturally and listening to music together while looking at the sky was normal between you two. He was an amazing friend, for sure, and you were already thinking about you two becoming something more, if you know what I mean.
You could spend hours just looking at him, admiring the green strand that adorned his white hair, his sarcastic comebacks and his jokes. And oh, his eyes. How you were absolutely smitten for them. You particularly loved when he was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, those beautiful orbs just staring at the sky and thoughts probably going a mile per hour while the playlist you both mande together played at the background, giving the scene an almost romantic vibe. You'd give all of your pennies to find out just what was going inside his head at those moments.
Inside his head, Otoya Eita was quite literally shitting himself.
Since you didn't know anyone from school yet, you didn't know about his CAHEM "reputation", but that didn't mean it was gonna stay that way. The moment you started attending to classes, people were going to gravitate towards you. It wasn't a theory, it was something he was sure about: you were funny, charming pretty, smart AND had a nice butt. The boys love these things (and some girls do too), so it was only natural that they were going to come to you as if they were men who spent 100 days and 100 nights lost in the desert and you were a gallon full of water: they were going to come to you like thirsty dudes. He KNOWS that cause he did it, too. With lots of girls. But specially with you, when he first saw you moving in next door.
And the moment they found out that you and him are "going out", there's only two options:
1) They will leave and let him be (this would normally happen, but this time, with a pretty girl like you, it's highly unlikely)
2) OR they'll use his past to make you leave him (this ones more probable)
Yeah. So he's scared shitless about you finding out. He knows you'll leave him. You once mentioned an ex that cheated on you during a conversation and talked about how much you just loathed the guy. You told him you wished he was skinned alive, how you wanted him to fail all his classes for the rest of eternity and how you wished both sides of his pillow were warm everytime and he always had to shower in cold, freezing water. You hated cheaters. You wanted nothing to do with them.
And, so, the moment you found out about his past activities you would go poof. Disappear from his life. Maybe even change houses in the process (not really, since you love the neighbourhood, but you'd never let him inside your house again).
And that's a shame, really, cause he really likes you. At first, he just thought it was a great opportunity: "Hey, a hot girl just moved in the house right next to mine! An upgrade from the old woman who used to live there, no doubt. Why not give it a shot?". He had to admit, he only liked you because of your face and body (not his fault you had great facial structure and a beautiful body) and wanted you to be just one of his many nameless flings. He even talked about you with his bestfriend, Karasu Tabito
"There's this new cute girl who just move in nextdoor"
"Let me guess, 'ya flirting with her already?"
"You know me too well"
"Be careful mate, One of these days, I'm sure the spell will turn against the speller"
"Whadyyamean?"
"One day, you'll fall in love with a girl you're trying to trick. And then you won't have the balls to actually cheat on her, but she'll want nothing to do with you cause you're a cheater. Your past condemns you."
"What the heck? You cursing me now, you damn crow?"
"No. Just stating the truth"
He didn't even think it was possible. Tsk, he's the Otoya Eita, for crying out loud! Heartbreaker, cheater, call him what you want. But there's no doubt that he can get any girl in the world. If he wants her, he'll find a way to have her.
But when he looks at you for the first time, there's one thing in your eyes he hasn't seen in a while when anyone looked at him: indifference.
And not indifference as in: "I don't care about you", indifference as in: "Who are you?". You don't know about his past. You don't know about all of the bad things he has done before. This is a restart. A new beggining, as cringy as it sounds.
And so, the little things you both do made him develop a crush on you. Your smile is so, so pretty. The days you both spent snuggled up under a blanket and watching sappy romantic movies were the best, and he swore it would never happen, but you managed to make him turn red. You made him blush. No one has been capable of doing this.
He wishes he could keep you away from school. He doesn't want you to hear about how he made 50% of the school female population cry and the other 50% disgusted by the mere sight of him. But he can't do anything about it.
And so, the first day of school comes.
"I'm cooked"
"What?" Karasu says while closing his locker and leaning on it "How are ya cooked?"
"I fumbled, bro." Otoya says, putting his hands on his face and letting out a loud sigh "When she finds out I cheated on like 100 girls already, she's gonna ghost me"
"And ya worried about that because...?" Tabito says, raising a brow "Plenty of girls have left ya before. Hell, they even slapped and cursed you! And then next day, there ya were again, with yet another side piece"
Otoya thought hard if he should tell his friend about his feelings. Like, really. He contemplated it in his head for longer than he'd like to admit, but ultimately decided that it needed to be done. He needed all the help he could get.
And so, with a sigh, Eita admitted it.
"You were right. I like her."
"Sorry? The halls are loud, I can't quite hear ya"
"I like her"
"Say that again" Karasu smirked
"Shithead, your smirk makes it clear that you heard it already."
"I heard it the first time. I jus' wanted ya to see how I'm always right"
"Kill yourself" Otoya gritted
"Okay okay, calm down. Let's go, classes are starting" Karasu's smirk got impossibly wider "Cheaters first"
"Nah that's crazy" Otoya rolled his eyes, but did go first cause he already had a bad reputation with teachers.
Guess who was there when he entered the classroom?
"Hi, Eita!" You said, smiling when you saw him. To no one's surprise, there were already boys near you.
"Whassup, (Name)?"
"'Eita' already? Didn't know it was that serious" Karasu crossed his arms when you got near them "I'm Karasu Tabito, his bestfriend"
"Pleasure to meet you!" You said
Honestly, your first day of school was going great! Everyone was nice, and you were ready friends with some of the girls! And talking about them...
"(Name), what are you doing with... him?" One of your new girl friends, Yoru, made her away next to you.
Huh. Now that you noticed, everyone seemed surprised you and Otoya already knew eachother. Strange.
"What do you mean?" You asked, confused "He's my neighbour. We've been friends for a while already"
"But you're friends with a che..."
"Sit down class!"
Otoya couldn't help but let out a breath. He smiled at you and sat down on his seat next to Karasu.
"You're just delaying the unavoidible."
"I hate it when you curse me"
As the end of the class was getting closer, Eita seriously thought everything would turn out fine! He just couldn't let Yuro, one of his ex flings, get close and sepak to you! No big deal! Easy!
...what was that notebook page in your hand? And why were you looking all red like you're about to cry?
Wait. You're not red because you want to cry. You're red cause you're angry. At him.
And when you slide your finger across your neck in a "I'll kill you" way, Otoya knows.
He's fucked.
@sharkissm this is for you ma'am
Masterlist
#not me giving this story an open end just cause i dont have creativity enough to finish it#bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk manga#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock x you#blue lock#bllk otoya#otoya x reader#otoya x you#otoya eita#eita otoya#blue lock otoya#bllk karasu#karasu tabito#bllk s2#blue lock karasu
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the thing that makes my entire body itch about that darcy confession scene parallel is that that's the fucking MIDPOINT of darcy's and elizabeth's story. you've baked the pancake halfway and you've tossed it in the air and you're holding your breath --- and now you've got to catch it and BAKE THE OTHER SIDE!!! you can't just roll the credits and leave me hanging like that!!! what if there's never a third season??? the pancake is ON THE GROUND NEIL!!!
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens spoilers#this triggers one of two things in me#a) the whole story is off-kilter it just feels WRONG to me#b) annoyance at sequel/franchise culture as a whole which has tought studios to prefer a cliff to an ending#did i like it? YES!!! the acting was phenomenal & the emotional beats were all there#did i think it was GOOD? i don't *know*#you gotta let me see the other side of that fucking pancake!!!#it feels like someone left the fridge open ya feel???#(i've got an essay cooking about why ofmd didn't make me feel like that but that needs a little more simmering)
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ive been watching the dog motif show... why is no one talking about this guy. isaac lahey come home from france,,,, sweet boy,,,, we miss you,,,
#teen wolf#fanart#isaac lahey#x#there is actually so much to his character that it makes me wanna gnaw my fingers off#what do you mean he dug his own grave and accepted the bite with the assurance that it would save him from his abuse#but in reality he just traded one angry man for another#and he never escapes this cycle#and there is no other ending to this story#because he gets written off the show but he doesn't even get a tragic death bc the actor wanted to keep all his options open#daniel sharman when i fucking catch you#ugh#also i think this post is very on brand for me#sorry falsettos fans another niche no-demand fandom inside a fandom was calling my name#god i love bad television#punica granatum
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uquiz finished right in time for october: follow me, and find out what role you'd have in a gothic story
#it has a lot of questions when you open it but tbh it kind of ended up being a sort of interactive story?#so not all of the questions are too text (or decision) heavy#enjoy! <3#uquiz#uquizzes#quiz#quizzes#personality quiz
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GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS
When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.
(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)
But Jason didn't mind his penpal.
Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.
From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.
Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.
Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...
But then he died by the hands of the Joker.
The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.
Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.
Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.
And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.
Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.
It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.
The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.
"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.
Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"
Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.
His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.
"From: Danny Fent Nightingale
Amity Park, IL"
To: Jason Todd-Wayne
Gotham City, NJ.
Wayne Manor"
And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.
"Jason.
I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.
Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-
I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.
I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.
I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.
I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.
Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.
Again I’m sorry.
This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.
Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.
-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."
The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#danny kept writing letters to jason even after his announced death#jason todd#danielle phantom#ellie phantom#deaged ellie#Jason asks Alfred about the letters#and Alfred says he nor Bruce had the heart to open them since they were addressed to Jason#instead Alfred put them away but because he hasn’t gotten a letter and with their chaotic lives he forgot#Jason is conflicted#should he reach out? to his old friend#Also what did Danny mean in his last letter? Deaging? with#he reads the other letters and realize the stories of a ghost boy might not just be stories#Danny is living in Gotham with Ellie#he cut some ties in Amity#He’s done his best to stay off the Bats radar though#he doesn’t wanna be dragged into the hero business again#He does meet RH when Ellie and her classmates are kidnapped though#what happens next is open ended#maybe dead on main? idk
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DP x DC PROMPT/FIC
Gotham Portal
(If you get the notif for this post like 2 days ago, no you didn't! I wasn't done yet! You were imagining things!)
Where the story takes place in Gotham instead of Amity Park, the Fentons having moved before the construction and testing of the Ghost portal due to the high saturation of ectoplasm in Gotham. So, Danny's accident ALSO happens in Gotham, except he has no support system at all.
Enter the Bats stage left!
Danny couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. His parents had uprooted their whole life to move to Gotham. They said they'd need all the ambient ectoplasm there for when they built their portal. Jazz had been thrilled! After all, Arkham was a shining beacon of mentally ill people, and Jazz was like a psychology moth to a flame; it would be the perfect place for her internship after college.
His parents had wasted no time assembling the portal from their blueprints in the basement of the run-down apartment building they'd bought outright just on the edge of Crime Alley, complete with the Ops Center parked right on top. They'd gutted the place and completely redone it before they moved in. (Danny had no idea when they accomplished that. Maybe they'd been planning it for a while and only thought to tell their children two weeks before moving day.) He was genuinely surprised the local vigilantes hadn't stopped by yet to ask questions.
But anyway, back to how he was royally screwed! He'd just wanted a cool picture for Sam and Tucker now that he'd moved away. His parents weren't home (they'd gone back to the hardware store after their last test), Jazz had stayed after school to try and butter up her new teachers by running a study group, and he'd been alone. He'd even followed all the safety precautions his parents had told him about! He'd put on the hazmat suit and tried not to touch anything. But he'd tripped.
Through the whirling of green and the static buzzing in his ears, he remembered screaming, though he hadn't recognized it as his own. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he just wanted it to stop. Stop, please stop, why won't someone save me, please!
He woke up to the smell of burning flesh, but he woke up. He was okay! Disoriented, a little disgusted by the smell and throat a little raw, but okay!
At least he'd thought so at first.
He'd begun to... change colors? And float, he floated sometimes, too. But the most irritating of all was that he would go through things. Forks and glasses slipping, quite literally, right through his fingers.
He hadn't told his parents. He'd been fine, after all. A little shaken up, but they'd been so excited he'd gotten the portal to work, who was he to put a damper on the mood when he was fine?
That brought him to now, staring at the mirror in the school bathroom in horror. He'd fought his first real ghost that morning around breakfast. He'd kept it together fairly well, in his opinion. Got through three whole classes before making an excuse to the teacher, slipping off into the blessedly empty restroom.
He'd been getting better and better at controlling his form, and he transformed in front of the mirror, taking stock of his appearance.
Odd colored hair: check.
Bright glowing eyes: check.
Floaty hair: check.
Could walk through walls, disappear, and fly: check.
He raised his finger to his pulse point and felt... nothing.
"I died," he whispered to himself in shock. "I... died," he repeated, this time in despair.
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Damian Wayne was not usually one to keep tabs on his classmates. They weren't his friends, therefore he saw no point. However, the new kid, Daniel Fenton, had begun to act strange.
When Daniel Fenton enrolled in Gotham Academy it hadn't been anything special. He'd started the year a little last due to his family moving, but families moved for all sorts of reasons. He hadn't tried to immediately make friends with Damian like so many others had, much to his relief. But he hadn't tried to make friends with anyone else, either. Maybe he liked to be alone? It really wasn't his business.
But then the boy started getting skittish and clumsy. Clumsier than he had been when he started school. He'd developed a miniscule tremor in his left hand, so he'd probably sustained an injury. He began dropping things in Chemistry. So often, in fact, that he'd been banned from doing practical labs and was instead assigned extra book work.
If Damian had been anyone else, if he hadn't been raised by assassins or had his night work as Robin, he wouldn't have noticed. He wouldn't have followed Fenton to the bathroom under the guise of needing to see the school nurse for a headache. Perhaps if he were anyone else, Fenton might have noticed him following.
There was an alarming flash of light as Damian peered carefully around the corner. Fenton had changed forms. Something had happened to him.
"I died," he heard him say. Damian thought he was being dramatic until he watched him raise his fingers to his pulse point. His glowing eyes dilated in panic, and he repeated himself. He watched as his classmate, looking fragile and lost, curled in on himself floating in the air, and sobbed.
Damian didn't confront him that day. He watched, waited, and researched. He found the research of Dr's Fenton on ghosts and ectoplasm, most of which he was skeptical of up until actual ghosts started to torment them during patrols.
Ghosts were real, it appeared.
He also concluded that their findings on ectoplasmic entities being non-sentient and inherently malevolent was incorrect, having met the ghost of a little girl caught up in a rouge attack that killed her and her family.
Damian watched Daniel Fenton for about a week while he ditched class in a poorly hidden effort to fight and contain the ghosts that he and his family were having such a hard time dealing with. His father was even nearly considering contacting John Constantine, which was never his ideal solution. Damian had been rolling an idea around in his head for a while and he decided now would be the time to bring it up.
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Dinner at the manor was more of a full table than Damian had expected. Not everyone was there, Jason's relationship with them was still a bit strained, so he was not in attendance, and neither was Stephanie. But Duke was home, and Dick was actually there early for patrol later. Tim was there, and so was Cass, so almost everyone.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat politely. "Father, I wish to recruit a new member."
The chatter around the room came to a halt, the clatter of silverware ceasing.
"What exactly do you mean, chum?" Bruce asked carefully.
"I have a classmate I believe would be a valuable asset in light of our trouble with ghosts recently. However, he has no training or support, so I'm asking for your assistance."
"Did... demon brat make a friend?" Tim asked bewildered and a little bit terrified.
"Tt. No, I've never even spoken to him." Damian rolled his eyes. "My classmate, Daniel Fenton, transferred to Gotham Academy about a month ago and started acting strange soon after. He came to school with a tremor and a Lichtenberg figure you can just barely see starting on his left hand and traveling up his arm. I believed he'd been in an accident, and my suspicions were proven when I saw him use meta abilities to ditch class and fight a ghost in the courtyard of the school. From my observations, they are newly acquired, but he has decent instincts and an inclination toward heroism. I believe it would be safer for everyone involved if we approached him first."
"What?" Tim muttered. Dick was smiling gently at him, though, as if he were doing something he was proud of.
"Do his parents know?" Duke asked. Damian scoffed.
"I highly doubt it."
"Wait, Fenton as in the ectobiologists?" Bruce asked. The ex-assassin nodded.
"And considering their research is not reflected in our own interactions with ghosts thus far, I do not believe we should tell them."
"Not safe?" Cass signed. Her brother shook his head.
"The abilities I've observed resemble that of a ghost. He even has an alternate ghostly form."
The implication that they'd be endangering him hung heavy in the air. They'd all seen the Fentons' research. It mostly consisted of theoretical analysis and blatant biases with a long list of proposed experiments they'd run if they ever caught one. They'd all agreed that the Fenton ghost hunters were not a viable option for their ghost problem, especially after seeing how they drove, which in itself nearly put them on the Bat's rogue list.
"We've been meaning to investigate the Fentons properly anyways," Dick pointed out.
Bruce attempted to massage a headache out of his temples. The stuff his kids stumbled into, really. But Damian was right. If his classmate was a new meta with no support, it was only a matter of time before the rogues zeroed in on him, and since his family lived there, he couldn't tell the kid to leave.
"I'm not saying yes just yet, but talk to him. Find out any more that you can."
"Of course, Father."
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Danny finally felt like he was getting the hang of his ghost powers. He was pleasantly surprised, and also mildly horrified, that his parents' inventions actually worked on the ghosts he was now beginning to fight regularly. His favorite was by far the thermos, which did no ghost mutilating whatsoever.
He discovered he had a ghost sense and enhanced hearing and vision, which was cool and all, but now he could hear all the shitty things his classmates said about him behind his back. Which, rude! He didn't even talk to them, what did they have to be shitty about?
He also noticed that one of them, Damian Wayne, had been watching him. From what Danny had heard, Damian was the richest kid in school, a Wayne. Son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, to be exact. And his attitude reflected that. His standoffish, holier than thou rich guy attitude made Dash and Paulina look like they lived below the poverty line. Apparently, he generally didn't talk to anyone at school unless it pertained to class, so Danny saw no point in introducing himself.
That made it extra weird that Damian was following him.
It was right after lunch when a hiccup had a cold breath tumbling from his lips. He raised his hand and asked his teacher if he could use the restroom. He made his way to the bathroom on the other side of the building this time, hoping it would be too out of the way for Damian to follow. But soft rustling of his classmate's school uniform gave him away, no matter how imperceptible his footsteps were.
When he entered the restroom, he made his way to the sink instead, splashing some cold water on his face as Damian walked in behind him loudly as if announcing his presence.
"I know what you've been doing," he said confidently, crossing his arms and standing in front of the door so Danny couldn't leave.
"Oh, hey! Damian, right? I'm in most of your classes, but I don't think I've ever introduced myself. I'm-"
"Daniel Fenton, I know. You've been fighting ghosts." Damian had to give him at least a little credit; he'd become a great actor over the last week. Though, that probably had a lot to do with the fact that he probably didn't feel safe at home anymore.
"My parents are ghost hunters, but I don't think shooting a ghost in the face with a lipstick laser then running for my life counts as 'fighting ghosts'."
"Tt. You are lying."
"Dude, what are-?" Danny cut himself off when his words came with another misty breath. Crap! He'd taken too long!
The ghost of the day, an ugly, mutated, bird looking thing with claws at the ends of its wings and a full set of dangerous, pointed teeth, phased through the door behind Damian, poised to strike.
Without warning, Danny grabbed Damian's wrist and whipped him out of the way, throwing himself between the two. A green shield formed in front of him just as the bird slashed at them with one of its wings.
"Well, that's new," he said startled as the bird geared up for another attack.
Danny groaned at his miserable luck before throwing caution to the wind and transforming. He'd just have to force friendship upon one Damian Wayne in an attempt to keep him from telling anyone about his whole magical girl transformation. He tried to activate his shield again, but when nothing happened, he was flung across the room into the wall. God, this was embarrassing.
The next time the ghost tried to attack him, Damian yanked him aside in a dodge and bolted out of the bathroom with Danny in tow. He was dragged through the winding halls to one of the side exits of the school. In costume or not, Damian's priority was luring the ghost away from the other students.
"Hey, so uh, you won't say anything about this," he gestured wildly to himself, "will you?"
"Tt. Of course not, but I believe you have more important concerns at the moment."
“Right!” Danny patted at the sides of his hazmat suit. “Crap, I left my thermos in my locker!” He dodged another attack and retaliated with an ectoblast, trying to keep the ghost's attention off of Damian as much as possible.
"Your lunch? Really?" Damian shouted. Dang, Danny must have been doing a decent job if Damian had the spare time and attention to be exasperated with him.
"No! It's a containment device! Besides, ghosts are basically soup anyway!"
"Distract it," Damian instructed, "I'll retrieve the device." The boy took off. Danny had to wonder how he even knew where his locker was. The ghost tried to follow him, but Danny shot another blast at it.
"Hey ugly, auditioning to be one of Gotham's Birds? Sorry, but you don't really look the part." He had no idea if the creature could even understand him, but the way it turned to him and lunged again suggested it had done the trick. This time, his shield did work!
Danny could have cried tears of joy at finally having some consistency with it. The next few minutes of the fight felt like an eternity while he dodged and shot ectoblasts at it. The creature wasn't really that strong, and it didn't seem to have super dangerous abilities like some of the other ghosts he'd fought like Skulker or Technus. It ended up being a great opportunity to practice his new shield ability, actually. But he knew the longer he took, the more danger his classmates would be in.
The bird ghost slammed into his shield with a particularly vicious strike, slamming him into the ground and creating a small crater.
"Note to self, remember intangibility," Danny groaned.
In that moment he noticed a door opening on the school building. It was Damian! He was finally back with thermos in hand! Unfortunately, the other ghost noticed too.
"Oh no you don't!" Danny yelled, latching onto one of its feet as it tried to fly toward his classmate. He dug his fingers in hard and sunk into the ground partway to anchor himself.
"Big green button by the lid then the button immediately below it!"
Damian wasted no time popping the lid open and sucking the ghost into the device, the lid closing with a quiet pop. He had to admit, though the design was questionable, it was sturdy, light, and very clearly effective. He wondered if he could get away with sneaking off with this one to have drake examine later.
"That was some incredible timing, thanks." The ghostly form of his classmate floated over to him, taking the thermos from his hand. Damian did not pout.
"We should probably get out of here before the Fenton's show up." He could already hear the screech of tires and his dad's voice over the megaphone tearing through the air.
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"Don't worry honey, we'll catch that nasty ghost boy next time," Jack Fenton comforted his wife. True to form, the Fenton's had arrived to the scene late, and most of the damage to the school yard had been from their vehicle crashing into things upon their arrival. Parents had been called and classes ended for the day, which was how one Bruce Wayne found himself at Gotham Academy trying to help the teachers talk the two down from storming and searching the school.
His son was standing off to the side with one of his classmates. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, lanky frame; Bruce could have mistaken the child for one of his own, but looking between the hulking man in front of him and the kid standing next to Damian, the resemblance was obvious. That had to be Daniel Fenton, the meta his son had told him about. Which meant he'd been the one to deal with the ghost before anyone else had gotten there. The classmate Damian had suggested they recruit for his safety.
"Danno, did you see where that spook went? When I get my hands on him, I'll rip him apart molecule by molecule for even thinking of attacking your school!" Bruce saw Daniel's breath hitch with fear.
"Sorry, no. I was coming back from the bathroom when I saw him fighting another ghost through the window. I was scared so I hid," he lied, gripping his left wrist while he spoke.
Bruce was impressed. The boy's fear was real, and he used that to his advantage to really sell the lie to his parents. His heart ached for him. He couldn't imagine seeing any of his boys looking at him like that, with such fear and distrust.
"That's okay sweetie, we'll get him next time. We're just happy you're alright. Let's get you home," his mother comforted, though Bruce knew it wasn't very comforting at all.
"Yeah, we'll teach you to use the Fenton Bazooka," well that was horrifying, "that way next time you can just blast him!" Danny wanted literally anything else.
"Actually," Damian interrupted politely. "We were assigned a project in class earlier on the history of Gotham. As Daniel is relatively new to town, I offered to assist him with the assignment. Father, would it be acceptable for him to join us for dinner?"
Bruce would have been incredibly surprised his son was inviting someone over for dinner if he didn't see exactly what he was doing. Daniel wasn't safe at home. And he clearly wasn't comfortable with the way his parents spoke of the 'ghost boy'. If his defeated expression was anything to go by, it hadn't been the first time they'd said something like that, nor would it be the last.
"What do you think, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton? We'd love if Daniel could join us for dinner."
"Please, call us Maddie and Jack. That sounds wonderful Mr..."
"Wayne. Bruce Wayne, I'm Damian's father," he introduced. If the two recognized the name, they didn't show it. It worked out rather well in his favor.
"Mr. Wayne. If its not too much trouble, that would be wonderful. It's about time he made a new friend, he's been sulking since the move. Now, we have a ghost to catch!" Maddie planted a kiss on Danny's forehead, leaning her blaster on her shoulder as her and her husband made their way back to the homemade assault vehicle parked haphazardly on the lawn of the school.
"Be sure to call us if you plan on staying the night! We'll let Jazz know she doesn't have to worry about dinner for you! We love you, have fun sweetie!"
"Are they always like that?" Damian asked after the two had pulled away. How had those two even gotten their driver's license? It was truly abysmal, he dreaded the thought of anyone getting into a vehicle with them. And then there was the speed in which they'd dumped their son into their laps, even suggesting they'd be okay with him not coming home that night.
"They mean well, but yeah," Danny replied, heaving a sad and defeated sigh. "Thank you, by the way. For inviting me over, even if you didn't mean it. They can be a bit much."
"Clearly," Damian mused back.
Bruce watched the two interact and felt pride well up in his chest. Meeting the Fenton parents just once was enough to convince him that their son needed help, maybe even their daughter too. That Damian had taken the initiative to bring this to his attention, that he had stood up for Danny and offered his home as a sanctuary for him, made him so incredibly proud as a father. He wasn't as prickly with Danny the way he was with other people, even his own siblings. That was a very good thing indeed, considering it was looking more and more likely this would end with another adoption.
Maybe Clark was right, he did have an adoption problem.
#danny phantom#batman#dp x dc#danny fenton#damian wayne#fanfiction#AU where the portal opens in Gotham#batfam#it would continue with different version of the event of danny phantom#featuring new Gotham Ghosts :D#Vlad's introduction would be at a business meeting with WE#I'd redo the timeline so that Danny gets his ice powers and wail early#the lunch lady episode is her giving damian shit for being a vegetarian/vegan#jason would be there for the time travel shenanigans#the waynes would be at the zoo when danny discovers new info about an endangered species :D#the climax of the story would be danny's fight with pariah dark and end with him being the new ghost king#i also love the idea of danny helping tim look for bugs in his tech by going into it#of course there'd be a hero training montage#yes i did write this instead of working on my other stuff :D#this is BARELY edited so ya know#no beta we die like danny
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