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r3ynah · 10 months ago

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What's wrong with clones? what's wrong with me?

Dani was greatful for her mom, she was greatful that he was supportive and living when she first met him, and even after the fight she was happy that Danny didn't throw her away with hatred in his eyes, she would've understand it nonetheless, just imagine someone assaulting your DNA to make a copy of you? it was traumatizing or the both parties, based on experience.

But if it wasn't for Danny, she wouldn't be here at this place were she stands. It has been about 20 years since she was born, and her mom step backed from heroism and passed it down to her which she accepted with pride. Her mom deserves a break.

And without her she wouldn't be part of the Justice League, and wouldn't be meeting all this amazing people, they have loved dani and took care of her ever since she joined. and she was happy. what more could she ask for? well she was a bit lonely afterall.. and that was selfish of her, she already have her mom, her friends, what else could she even ask for?

Dani, Hero name Wraith, walked down the halls of the watchtower when she heard a ruckus in one of the meeting rooms, letting her curiosity get the best of her she took a peek in the room, where she found a bunch of Heroes surrounding a boy that looks a little too much like Superman. and Superman in the corner holding his head in stress? Agony? Dani doesn't know.

She stepped into the room, only for Wonder woman to notice her, She gave Dani a wave which she returned with a smile, she moved near Wonder woman in curiosity and asked: "What's going on? why's the Adults surrounding a kid?"

Wonder woman looked at her with a stare she didn't understand, before she answered. "He's a clone of Superman, we found him trying to kill the man, just last week, and this is the first time he's let out." She explained while pointing at the kid.

Dani let out a gasp of delight, "Really? Holy shit. I got to talk to the kid!" Before Diana could stop the girl she was already at the new clone's side, pushing the other heroes away.

The Clone angrly stared at the new person, infront of him. "What you'll interrogate me too?."

"What? Why would you think that?" Dani giggled as she circled the boy, her eyes darting back and forward to superman and the boy to see the similarities. "Ancients, you really look like Superman, what's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean by that?" The kid asked very confused.

"I mean you're healthy and fine, i don't get why the league is going haywire towards you." Wraith chuckled, as she floated upside down infront of the kid.

Silence embraced the room, as the sound of a steel chair echoed throughout the room.

"Didn't you hear what Wonder Woman said Wraith?" Superman walked big steps towards the two making other heroes take a step back, from the man of steel. "It's a clone."

"okay, Okay, Wait i feel i said something wrong?" Dani returned to her normal position, making sure she's not levitating upside anymore as she looked at older man infront of her in confusion. "What's the problem here?"

The room was quiet huh that was unusual with, there was a thick atmosphere that you can cut it with a knife.

"The problem? This is the problem." Superman angrily stated as he pointed at the kid, who looked ready to fight the man infront of him any second now.

"What? superman i don't get its just a clone and a child-" Wraith was cut off rudely. by the man infront of him.

"Ofcourse you don't get it, you don't get how it feels to be cloned, you don't get how traumatizing it is for your DNA to be stolen, That is not a child." Superman snapped, making Dani take a step back. "So stop acting like its a normal kid, that thing will never be like us, because its a mistake created by some lousy villain, who tried to stop and kill me, clones don't deserve love nor respect, and they certainly don't deserve families. Now Stop acting like you get it."

Silence, surrounded the room as Superman finished letting his anger out at Wraith who stared at him wide eyed confusion seen her face, she looked at her peers who only looked apologetic and those who looked down the floor and then there was batman

she shifted her gaze towards the, boy who she can see was trembling, The boy was crying. oh no. no. please don't cry.

"I get it." Wraith stated, keeping her ground, only babies cry she wasn't a baby now, she grew out of that phase.

She returned her gaze back at Superman who still was looking at her. it really looked like he didn't mean to snap at her. But that shit Hurt who knew he had it him, is this what Danny felt when he found out about her, was he in reality sick of her? no. No. Danny loved her, he said so himself.

"Wraith please no-" Wonder woman, called out trying not to get the girl in more trouble.

"No. I get it. I'm really sorry for you Superman, and how you got traumatized by some of your DNA getting stollen, I am really. But with all due respect you can't treat him like a thing, because he's a clone." Wraith spoke back, now more confident than ever. the kid perked up from this and raised his head, he was really crying.

"And what do you know about that? Wraith." Oh no Hero names, She knew she struck a nerve, Superman was back at being angry.

"What I know, is that you're right, clones don't deserve love and respect, clones don't deserve anyone because all they do is hurt and destroy." For a second everyone thought Wraith changed sides. Wraith glared at superman, he wanted her to agree with him, oh she'll agree with him alright. "Clones like me, don't deserve anything."

"What?"

Everyone in the room was shocked but to scared to speak, afraid to start something.

"Thank you, Superman. For showing me that I didn't deserve my mom, Because to be honest you're fucking right, all I did for my mom was pain and agony." Dani was now raising her voice, at the man infront of her.

"You're a clone?" Superman managed to ask, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

"Hell yeah, And you know what age he got me. Fourteen, He became my mom at the age of fourteen, he took care of me at the age of fourteen, he loved me like his own daughter at the age of fourteen" Wraith laughed out loud, tears threatening to stream down her face. "You know what's funny superman? I tried to also murder him, I tried to also kill my template. And yet he took me in, and said that it wasn't my fault. it wasn't my fault that i was born, It was never my fault, he comforted me as i cried to him about my other brothers who i watched slowly die and melt apart infront of my eyes, he didn't hate, he didn't isolate, he only loved and cared."

Wraith was now crying. as she gritted her teeth.

"Wrait-"

"you we're right. I didn't deserve my mom. if he had just killed me from the start, he would've been more happy and not worry about me, My mom is the kindest being in the world in my own eyes, and he'd done everything for me ever since he was fourteen." Dani looked down at the ground, with clenched hands. "I was born as a six years old, but in reality i was only two months old. it's funny how im the same age right now when my mom first had me. My body maybe 20, but my brain is 14, keep that in mind Superman."

She looked around her peers, but couldn't see anyone but her reflection in those glass walls, she's crying, she didn't want to cry. "You've been hating on that kid, but Superman let me remind you that kid." She looked at the child who was still sitting on the chair but now with a look of confusion, eyes red from crying. "Is only a few months old despite its physical appearance, you've been hating on a newborn baby, like a deadbeat dad, and that's just sad."

Dani can hear a snort in the background. She swore that sounded like her mom.

Superman looked defeated and guilty, Dani was tired she wanted to cry, in the arms of her mom, but she can't leave the other kid here, so she made a rash decision. "If you don't want him, I'll take him."

Protest engulfed the meeting room, but Dani didn't care, she passed Superman and headed towards the black haired kids, direction. "Wanna come with me?" she asked, while having her hand out for him to take.

The kid looked at her hand, before grabbing it. Dani smiled and summoned a portal, she took the kid with her, her mother's not gonna like this and she might take a break from JL a couple of months, Oh well its all worth it.

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escelia · 6 months ago

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Congrats! Its A Boy!

Here's the second chapter of New Sibling Just Dropped! The inspiration train is still on track, and I've been having a lot of fun writing this. So far, my goal has been to post one chapter after I've written the one after it. I hope my motivation sticks around long enough for me to get all my thoughts typed out! Enjoy!

@flamingpudding here is your best friend mandated update tag! Love ya~

“For interrogation,” his children had said as they diligently separated their hostage and Robin from being near each other. His youngest was absolutely seething, and rightfully so. He’d been cloned several times by his mother, each one of them out for Damian’s head. His children had been right about this one though, he was different in a very strange way. He hadn’t put up much of a fight at all, and in fact had been quite obedient thus far. He seemed very confused and lost in thought. It was suspicious. He couldn’t let his guard down.

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Bruce had been suspicious when Nightwing and Red Robin dragged a blindfolded child on board. He’d been blindfolded and maneuvered into a seat, but hadn’t struggled at all.

When they entered the cave they immediately restrained the child in their little interrogation room. It wasn’t ideal that he was there at all, but they’d get way faster results from the DNA they’d swiped from him on their way there on the Batcomputer than anywhere else. And if he was a clone of Damian, they didn’t want anyone seeing his face. He had Tim get to work running the sample while he grabbed the folder with everything he knew about the League’s clones so far. He could have taken a tablet in with all the digital files, but it was never quite as intimidating as slamming a folder around.

When Bruce entered he zeroed in on the kid’s body language. He was tense and restless, but not in any way that indicated he was likely to attempt an attack. His gaze wandered and frequently settled back on Bruce. He certainly didn’t act like a trained assassin. He started by asking a few questions like his age and name. When he answered his age it wasn’t with any certainty, and he’d either picked a new name for himself or was really good at lying. It was also possible, of course, that he’d been a failed clone experiment. It would explain why the League was so willing to throw him into the fight and then lose track of him afterward.

“Why are you different from the other clones?” he asked bluntly, watching the child’s reaction. He didn’t falter at all when he responded that he wasn’t a clone. Bruce slammed the folder shut and watched the boy startle and tense like he would have to defend himself before leaving the room. The results should be in by now.

“Red Robin, what have we got on the DNA results?”

Tim stared at the screen with wide eyes as he typed something in. He looked to Bruce then back to the screen.

“Uh, I’m going to run the test again just to be sure, but you should sit down B.”

Bruce ignored him. He needed answers now, and while the Batcomputer worked fast, he didn’t want to wait for the test to run again. He had a family to protect. He peered at the screen over Tim’s shoulder and had to grab his shoulder to steady himself. He could see now why Tim insisted on running the test again.

“B? You okay?”

The others started to gather around him to see what was going on. Cass had brought up a hand to cover her mouth in a show of shock. Dick gripped Bruce’s shoulder in comfort and to steady himself. Tim was still gaping, looking back and forth between the screen and his family. Steph bit back a laugh, though whether it was from shock or just because of how absurd it was, no one could tell. And Damian, for the first time, looked genuinely stunned speechless by the words on the screen.

Familial Match Found

Damian Wayne- 99.7%

Relationship: Twin

Bruce Wayne- 48.3%

Relationship: Father

Run again? Y/N

“Damian, you have a twin?” Tim asked incredulously, turning his stare to the youngest.

“I… mother only ever implied– she never said it directly and didn’t bring it up often…”

“Damian, you knew you had a twin?” Bruce asked, his voice shaking with the unmistakable quiver of pain.

“No! I only had the vague impression that there had been another child. It always sounded as though they died. Mother never even mentioned a name!” the boy seethed.

“Run it again,” Bruce demanded.

Tim didn’t need to be asked twice. He was going to run it again anyway. It was just too scary to imagine. Another Damian running around terrorizing the public? One was more than enough! And not to mention the pain that had to put Bruce in; knowing that Talia had hid not one, but two children from him and those kids didn’t even know each other. Would Damian get even more stabby now that he thought he had competition for Robin? Would he get violent over not being the only blood son anymore? Tim didn’t know how they would manage if the two started fighting.

Bruce swept back into the room where Danny was waiting. His chest was tight, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, so he whipped his cowl off to take deep breaths and look over Danny properly, like a person instead of a threat. If he hadn’t been reeling, he was sure he never would have revealed his face, there was still so much they didn’t know about him.

He really did look so much like Damian that you could mistake him for a clone. Except, now that he was really looking, Danny was a bit paler than Damian. His complexion was a little closer to his own than that of Damian and Talia. Their face structures were the same, as well as their build and stature. But where Damian’s eyes were green like Talia’s, Danny’s were a bright, baby blue, like his. How had he missed that? They didn’t even have the same eye color! How could they have mistaken him for a clone? Had Tim noticed? Was that why they brought him back with them?

“Hey, are you okay?” Danny asked him. He looked genuinely concerned over someone who had essentially kidnapped him. He obviously hadn’t been raised the same way Damian had. If he and his brother hadn’t grown up together, then where had Danny been this whole time? And why did he suddenly show up in the League of Assassins’ base?

“I have so many questions,” Bruce found himself saying out loud.

“Dude, same,” Danny replied, “like why did you think I was a clone? Did you get those DNA results you were talking about? What did they say?” And why had he taken his mask off? If they were heroes like he suspected, then the man definitely knew the number one rule of ‘don’t reveal your identity to strangers.’

“My apologies– Danny, right?” Danny nodded. The man finally moved his feet to take the seat across from the kid again. The door cracked open again and the kid Danny recognized as Robin shuffled in to stand next to Batman. His fists were clenched and his posture stiff, but he was much better at concealing his emotions than the older man was. He stayed silent for now, just hovering beside the unmasked man.

“Do you know who we are, Danny?” he was asked calmly.

“I heard someone call you Batman, and,” Danny pointed at the one next to him, “you’re Robin, right?”

“Stop playing dumb!” Robin snapped at him, clicking his tongue in displeasure.

“Whoa! There’s no playing involved, I’m just dumb. From the moment I woke up to right now, I haven’t had a single clue what’s going on!” Robin looked at him suspiciously like he didn’t believe him.

“What happened when you ‘woke up,’ please explain.”

“I opened my eyes for the first time in this dimension and suddenly some guy was shoving a knife into my hand and throwing me at the tall one in blue. Nightwing, I think his name was? I literally woke up just standing there and then almost got my head bashed in!”

“Your results suggest that you’re not a clone, but there are holes in your story. Do you not have any memory of what you were doing before you encountered Nightwing?” Batman asked seriously. He seemed to finally be under control of his emotions, and if he hadn’t taken his cowl off, he might have been a bit more intimidating. Robin, on the other hand, looked to be getting more frustrated, like he was expecting Danny to say something else and was angry when he didn’t hear what he had anticipated. Danny clicked his tongue in annoyance, noticing that it sounded almost exactly like when Robin had done it, and glared suspiciously at them. They were trying to get at something but refused to say it.

“What did those test results say?”

Damian finally ripped his mask off his face to scowl at Danny properly. Their faces were practically identical to each other. Danny finally understood at least one thing, and that was why their little clan thought he was a clone.

“Oh, wow, okay,” the halfa muttered under his breath.

“Those test results seem to imply that we are identical twins! Mother made it sound like you were dead. Where was she hiding you all this time? What is your goal in coming here?” Seeing a sneer like that on a face that looked just like his own was a weird experience for Danny. The other boy looked poised for a fight and the halfa was glad that, if he was attacked again, at least he would see it coming this time.

“Cool, cool, cool. Always wanted a stabby sibling.” Dani had been a stabby sibling when he’d met her and she’d ended up being pretty cool. Of course, she’d moved on to do her own thing eventually and he never really saw her after that. She was her own person, it made sense that she didn’t stay glued to him.

Robin snapped and snarled at him, pulling out a knife from somewhere on his person (seriously, that was pretty impressive for a human) and throwing himself across the table. Danny was able to phase out of his restraints and float to the side of the chair since he’d seen the lunge coming. He’d planned on telling them about that anyway, but he was seriously starting to get tired of not being able to explain himself.

“If you guys would just chill for a moment,” he froze Robin’s feet to the floor and Batman’s cape to the chair he was on, “I’d be more than happy to explain myself! I really don’t want to fight anyone if I don’t have to. Please?”

“Guys, he made an ice pun and it was beautiful,” Nightwing whispered in awe. It seemed the door had been swung open and the others that he’d heard milling around before had come in to either stop or join the fight that had been brewing.

Robin looked as though he had no intention of letting it go that easily, but Bruce, whether it was because he was curious or because he couldn’t stop thinking of the floating child as his son, hummed and nodded his head to hear him out. The rest of his brigade followed suit.

“Finally!” he was still in his human form, so it felt a bit weird to tuck his legs up underneath him, crisscrossing in midair. All kinds of thoughts raced through everyone's heads from Lazarus Pit demons to genetically modified test tube baby.

“My name is Danny and I’m something called a halfa. I am NOT a clone, I do NOT have nefarious plans, and I DO NOT know why or where I woke up when you guys nabbed me. Yes, I was sent here from another dimension. No, I don’t know why my DNA results came back as being Robin’s twin.”

“Do you know why you were sent here?” Bruce asked while he processed the information the child had given them freely. He would never in a million years admit it out loud, but he felt bad for the way this had gone down. Danny clearly didn’t seem hostile and had no interest in fighting any of them or refusing to answer their questions. He’d just gotten so worked up over all the clones that had been sent to kill Damian that when they stormed the League of Assassins to deal with them and they found what they thought was a clone acting strangely, his immediate instinct had been to be suspicious and protective.

Danny thought for a moment about how to answer the question. He’d already decided to hold off telling them about the whole Ghost King thing, and he wasn’t really sure how to go about explaining the Lazarus Pit thing without bringing that up. But that wasn’t the only reason why he was there. His cheeks burned at the thought of explaining it out loud, but he’d made his mind up.

“I… do know. But promise not to laugh, okay?” They nodded their heads seriously at him.

“It’s to… it’s so I can try being a kid again.” Danny frowned when Robin scoffed at him. “In the dimension I’m originally from, I had a sister and we pretty much raised ourselves. And when I turned fourteen, I was in a lab accident that biologically changed me and I spent a few years after that dealing with the fallout of an interdimensional portal as my city’s only hero. It was hard. And I was tired from doing everything by myself. By the time everything finally settled down, my sister had already left for college, my parents forgot I was there, and my best friends were graduating high school without me.”

He took a deep breath to keep himself from crying in front of these people he barely knew. He didn’t like crying in general, but at least with Clockwork he knew the ghost understood why he was crying and wouldn’t judge him for it. Nightwing looked to be tearing up on his behalf, though.

“I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish anything I wanted to do in that world. I hadn’t had the time to go to school or develop other skills outside of my hero work. So my mentor from the Infinite Realms offered to drop me into another dimension with the opportunity to try childhood again. And you can tell I’m still a child because I didn’t ask him any questions,” he rolled his eyes, “like what family he was placing me with, where I would wake up, or how old I was going to be.” Danny began laughing at himself, filling the silence while waiting for someone to say something to him.

“So this mentor of yours just dropped you into this world with no one to take care of you? Then why does your DNA flag as this gremlin's twin?” Red Robin asked incredulously.

“Like I said, I don’t know. However, I think I have a theory, but…” he grimaced as he glanced over at the maskless Robin. Knowing Clockwork for so long now gave him an advantage when it came to stuff like this. He had a few theories actually. It was possible that Robin really did have a twin and something happened to him that had allowed Danny to take his place when he was sent here. It was also possible, though way more unlikely in his opinion, that the role of being his twin was created upon his arrival, and the world had retroactively rearranged itself to fit him into it. Something about being an Ancient, Clockwork had said, but Danny was still young for an Ancient so he didn't think it was likely.

“Did you maybe already have a twin? I could be an alternate version of a twin you already had, which would mean…” he trailed off, letting the implication that they were supposed to be the family that took him in hang in the air.

Robin tried to jerk his legs out of the ice, probably not wanting to accept another sibling, let alone one that was supposed to be his twin! But Danny started to speak again.

“But if that doesn’t work for you or you don’t want me around, I can just figure something else out like I always do!”

“Absolutely not!” Batman countered. “You’re twelve and we don’t know anything about your powerset, you are not wandering off on your own!”

“Are you sure? I could just go, like, haunt a park or something,” he asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the door. But it seemed like everyone other than Batman and Robin were vibrating with excitement as they started to shed their masks. And holy crap they all looked alike, their whole group really was a family unit! Nightwing was grinning wide and Red Robin was fiddling with something on his phone. Danny couldn’t have known, but Tim was already drafting up paperwork to make him a legal person in Gotham. There were two whose names he hadn’t caught yet next to them. One of them, a blonde, was holding up her phone to take his picture. He hoped her photo turned out okay with him in it. (Steph was uploading his photo into their group chat with the caption, ‘New brother just dropped,’ for everyone that wasn’t there that night.) The one next to her had dark hair and was quietly chanting, “new brother.”

“You may not originally be from this dimension, but biologically, you’re my son here. I’m not going to make you live at the park.” He moved to get up but was stopped by Danny’s ice. He bashfully muttered an apology before dispersing the ice on both him and Robin.

“You said you were a hero before, so I'm sure I don't have to remind you not to tell anyone our civilian identities, right?”

“Absolutely! My lips are sealed, don’t worry!” Danny confirmed saluting the man before he finally let his feet touch the ground again. He didn't actually know anyone's names yet either, so there was that too. Everyone started to file out of the tiny room; it had felt so cramped in there with all those people blocking the door. A dignified, older gentleman was waiting outside for them with an expectant eyebrow lifted at them. If he thought it was weird that Danny was there, or that he looked almost exactly like one of the others, he was really good at hiding it.

“I’m sure proper introductions can be made after everyone is out of costume and upstairs for the night? I’ve even taken the liberty of preparing cookies and hot chocolate.”

It was like watching a flock of birds scatter with how fast everyone started moving. Some of them even tripped over each other trying to be the first one up for what Danny could only imagine were god tier cookies and hot chocolate, going by their reactions.

“You may call me Alfred,” the man gently greeted him. “What would you like me to call you?”

“You can just call me Danny.”

“Very well, Master Danny. Allow me to fetch you a change of clothes. I’m sure Master Damian has something suitable for you to wear for now.” Alfred motioned for him to follow. Danny assumed that Damian could only be Robin, since he was the only one the same size as him as far as he could tell. He absently wondered if he should prepare himself to eventually get stabbed by his new and unwilling twin brother.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfiction #batfam #damian wayne #dcxdp #update #danny and damian are twins #bruce is so emotionally incompetent he can't even panic properly #bruce is planning his text to Talia as we speak #alfred is the only one even remotely composed #and he's only there for like 5 minutes #my cat screamed at me the entire time i formated this post #he says hi

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binnity-blog1 · 13 days ago

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Superbat headcannon

Batman never talks unless spoken to or needs to say something to prevent something really bad from happening otherwise he actually stays out of most conversation in the JL

But Batman will respond to Superman in attempt to just talk to his alien crush, and him not knowing how to flirt in costume, it never actually goes to plan

No one in the league actually cares because they assume he just always wants the last words with superman so while he’s trying his best to flirt with supes, everyone including Clark thinks he’s being snarky

Superman (explaining some detail about a dangerous mission they have to go out for)

Batman: great idea you really bring the idea of “flying to close to the sun” aspect to life

Inside Bruce’s head I hope he understands that I’m just worried about him

Supes: “well if you have any other ideas feel free to start planning with us next time”

Barry: Guys we barely see each other outside of the Hall, we should try to meet up and have some dinner all together

Superman: That’s not too bad of an idea, we definitely could try some time

Bruce thinking he can get some friendly flirty banter out of it: and who’s going to pay for you farmer boy?

Supes staring over at Bats

Bruce god his eyes are so pretty id love to buy him dinner… shit why isn’t he saying anything

But once, simply out of complete exhaustion, he lets slip of a genuine compliment and everyone looks at him with extreme confusion in their eyes

(J’onn and Superman arguing over something about humans neither of them understand)

J’onn: Ok SuPeRmAn whatever you say “My LoRd”

Superman: Come on J’onn, say whatever you want you know I’m right

Batman: right or wrong the suit is looking absolutely scrumptious today

Bruce in his head omfg what just came out of my mouth who the hell am I

*everyone else thinking someone killed bruce and cloned him to spy on the JL*

#superbat #headcanon #hc #superman #barry allen #diana prince #justice league #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #martian manhunter #j'onn j'onzz #the flash

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suzukiblu · 1 year ago

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what do you have for Clark kent?

Clark is the last son of Krypton.

Clark is the last of Krypton.

At least, that's what he thought thirty seconds ago.

"Uh," the kid standing in the middle of the broken-up Metropolis street in front of him says awkwardly, a gloved hand half-covering the bright and bold and undeniable emblem on his chest. There's a lot of surrounding property damage, a lot of staring civilians hovering on the sidewalk, and some very upset police officers cuffing up some very unconscious metahuman gang members. Clark can't even begin to bring himself to care about any of it. "Hey . . . ?"

"Hello," Diana says, raising a curious eyebrow at both the kid and the ridiculous mess that's somehow been made of the street. From the look of it maybe one of those gang members had some kind of tectonic-based abilities or something similar, but Clark continues not to care. "It seems we've encountered an admirer of yours, Kal."

"You're wearing that crest without permission," Bruce says flatly, looking less amused than Clark has seen him since the last time someone died on the League's watch.

Clark, meanwhile, can't say anything at all.

"Hey, Superman gave me permission, okay?!" the kid protests, bristling defensively. Clutching the emblem . . . protectively. Like he's afraid to have it taken away. "Just not, uh . . . this one."

"This one." Bruce frowns. The kid flattens his hand against his chest and just . . . shrugs, looking away. Clark can't look away from him at all. He looks like . . . he looks . . .

"Yeah," the kid says, gesturing a little directionlessly with his free hand. "I'm kinda not, like . . . local? There was like this whole thing, like with Hypertime and–it's complicated, okay? Just, like, it's an alternate reality issue. I'm sort of, uh . . . lost. Or–stranded, more like. I guess more like . . . stranded."

The kid swallows. Drops his hand away from the emblem and folds his arms over it instead.

Keeps standing there, looking like . . .

"Are you, now," Bruce says neutrally, and he's definitely going somewhere with that, but–

"You're Kryptonian," Clark blurts, because he can't hold the words back a moment longer. Diana and Bruce both go very still beside him. The kid just looks surprised.

"Uh, not really?" he says. "I mean, okay, sort of. I'm a binary clone of . . . you know, like a hybrid? Um, they based me off, well . . . our Superman. And then, like, stitched me up with human DNA to hold me together 'cuz the Kryptonian genome is a freaking nightmare and they couldn't really figure it out all that well, so otherwise I would've degraded and–uh. Sorry."

Clark feels something he doesn't think he's ever felt in his life, looking at this kid. Feels like he's been dragging himself through the uncanny valley and finally seen the other side of the thing; like he's finally crossed through the fog and darkness and come out into the clear light of day and seen what people are actually supposed to look like. Everything about him is just . . . right. The pitch of his voice, the slope of his shoulders, the way the sunlight reflects off his skin, the pattern of spokes in his irises, the color of his eyes, the weight of him in the world . . .

Clark wants to snatch this kid up and wrap him in his cape and never let anything else touch him. Never let him be hurt or upset or–or alone. Never. Not for anything.

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met . . . when they first . . .

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met their child. A sense of awe and wonder and . . . and . . .

He feels like he felt the first time he left the atmosphere and saw all of Earth all at once. Everything on it, everyone on it. The whole thing all together, all the same. Perfect.

Complete.

He's never loved anything this immediately, Clark realizes distantly. Not even that first full glimpse of Earth.

He can't imagine how he ever, ever could have.

"What's your name?" he asks, unable to shake the intensity of emotion held painfully tight in his chest. Not even wanting to shake it.

The kid looks–worried, almost. Puts his hands behind his back. Clark can see the full image of the El crest emblazoned in pride of place across his chest for the first time, and it makes him feel weak.

"Superboy," the kid says. "Um . . . Kon-El."

Clark's heart could burst, hearing that.

Or break.

"Kon-El," he echoes, forcing himself not to step in closer; not to crowd the kid. "I had a . . . on Krypton, before it was destroyed, there was . . ."

"A cousin. From the, uh, second house of El," the kid–Kon-El–agrees, shifting just barely anxiously. "My Superman said I . . . reminded him of him, like from what he saw in the recordings and all? So, uh . . ."

"I named you after him?" Clark asks wonderingly. He would've given the kid a human name over a Kryptonian one, himself, but then again, a public street in an alternate dimension isn't really the place for him to be introducing himself as "Jon Kent" or anything similar. Kon nods stiffly, drawing himself up a bit.

"Yeah," he says. "He said, uh–um. He said Kon-El was strong-willed. And . . . uh . . ."

He trails off, looking nervous, and then visibly steels himself and looks defensive again instead.

"He said I was family," he says, squaring his shoulders and lifting his jaw, like he's actually expecting someone to argue with him or something. "So he gave me that name."

Clark doesn't know who the hell made this kid so much as hesitate over saying that to any version of him that isn't an active supervillain, but he thinks he'd like to throw them into the Phantom Zone for a century or two. Just . . . that's all.

Or maybe three.

#clark kent #kon el #superman #superboy #superfamily #plotbunny-bundle #rinfic #long post #wip: the last son of krypton meets hypertime kon

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ravers8fantasy · 16 days ago

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Hai bestie 🩷

If you're still taking requests what would each of the boxers favorite prank be if they had to choose one? Aran obviously is excluded bc he wouldn't be able to choose.

Ooooh interesting, lets give this a try😼

Punch out characters and their fave pranks!

Glass Joe:

His favourite pranks are jumpscares, he is really ass at doing them though. He also cant do them on purpose to save his life.

Most of the time he gets caught because either: 1) he laughs when he hides so its really obvious he is trying to scare people and 2) he sucks at hiding period.

As mentioned in the first bullet point, his jumpscares usually work when he isnt intending on scaring anyone

Von kaiser:

I think Kaiser would only prank people he is mad at out of spite so he would do really annoying or straight up mean pranks-

Like: filling donuts with mayo, putting laxitives in drinks, gluing peoples stuff on desks and shelves or the ground so when they try to take it they cant etc

He also sometimes just trips people up when they are walking past. He thinks its funny.

Disco kid:

His favourite would be that one using cling film (seran wrap for those in the land of 🦅💪🏽🇺🇸)

One time he put cling film on all the door frames in the shared gym and poor Hondo kept getting caught in them whilst running

He has also ran into his own traps before whilslt trying to lure others over so they can run into it

King hippo:

I like to think he doesnt know what a prank is

So whenever he wants to play a trick on someone, he just takes whatever they are holding and stares at them

Took a baguette off Joe one time and just stared at him. Its not even a nice stare as well its like a deer in headlights but make the deer possesed

Piston Hondo:

Does that thing where he calls everyone over to look at something cool.

Spoilet alert: there isnt anything cool. There isnt even anything to really look at as well

Called over the rest of the major league to try and find a cat somewhere. There was no cat, he let them all search for hours

Bear hugger:

Replaces photos with other subjects such as animals, food, other boxers, embarrasing photos of said boxers, the referee-

Did it one time with the major circuits baby photos. Everyone found it sweet except Hondo cus he had a fuck ass bob as a kid

Got caught printing said fuck ass bob photo out my the referee, he didnt get in trouble for printing out he got in trouble for breaking into the office to print it-

Great tiger:

loves disguising himself as objects and scaring people when they are walking past

Uses a clone to be in his place whilst he idk hides disguised as a fucking bush or smth, so when he jumps out its like boom double whammy there is two tigers

Got pissed on by a dog one time and he went crazy like super saiyan he was so mad. He therefore stopped doing the bush prank in public and started doing it inside.

Don flamenco:

Has a fake flower that squirts out water, he got it whilst he was having a moment when drunk

Whenever he gets mad at someone though he changes the water to vinegar so boom double whammy (oh I love saying that)

Sometimes he mistakes the rose for an actual one and goes to smell it. Gets confused af as to why it smells like vinegar before realising

Aran ryan.

Soda Popinski:

Those cartoony flipping snake in a can pranks

Somehow tells the others that the can is like really protein powder or smth. Then boom double whammy there is a fake snake AND powder everywhere

He adds idk like chalk powder in it to make it funnier because afterwards, the victim is covered chalk.

Bald bull:

He doesnt prank people usually but when he does its usually him throwing his emotional support fake brick out of anger-

Hes like "fuck yall" and just chucks this comedically large fake brick at paparazzi

Giggles and runs away whilst they are all screaming about the massive brick he just lobbed at them

Super macho man:

This mf sneaks around like a slimy rat and swaps their boxing kits for swim wear

Obviously it gets really annoying, who wouldnt be annoyed when before a match you need to get changes and you pull out a fucking speedo (i mean soda wouldnt be but-)

Got in trouble about it with the W.B.V.A officials but he said he would pay them thousands if they let him keep doing it. Yeah they definitely didnt let him. they let him keep doing it. The greed is crazy

Mr Sandman:

The classic. The 'handshake buzzer'... Idk what its called let it slide

The ref is the usual victim of this, sandman goes to hand shake him after a match but boom. He gets shocked

He knows its sort of old and there are new more exciting pranks but. He just really loves it😭

This gonna be me tucking myself into bed knowing I finally managed to finish this cus goly gosh did I sort of struggle😭😭 I hope you enjoy tho!!!

#punch out #punch out wii #punch out!!#Okok hammer time lets go #bear hugger #great tiger #glass joe #von kaiser #disco kid #king hippo #piston hondo #don flamenco #aran ryan #soda popinski #bald bull #super macho man #mr sandman #This was suprisingly difficult to make😭😭#punch out headcanons

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year ago

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I'm Ready to Go DPxDC

TW: suicide

Tim woke up groggy, sleep melding his eyelids shut and a throbbing pain came from his abdominal area. Beneath him he could feel the rock-hard medical bed he was laying on, the mattress having nearly no give to it. Shifting his arm ever so slightly, he could feel an IV needle embedded in his veins. He stayed quiet, though, as he forced his eyes to rip open. The dull lights of torches had him almost immediately realizing where he was as his brain slowly started to kick back on.

He was back in the underbelly of the League of Assassins and could smell the sulfuric stench of the Lazarus Waters nearby. The sharp pain stabbed through his abdomen once again and Tim bit his lip to hold back from the whimper that threatened to escape.

“Ah, I see you are finally awake, Detective,” a familiar, posh voice said lightly from beside Tim’s head. His eyes whipped over to find Ra’s Al Ghul staring down at him with those beady, leering eyes of his.

“What the hell happened?” Tim snarled out as he ignored the stabbing pains in his abdomen and forced himself to sit up.

Ra’s tsked. “It would seem the Widower got his hands on you. But do not worry my young detective, I ensured you were safe and taken care of,” he said with a sly grin that Tim knew not to trust. “You see upon his attack you lost a vital organ and I took it upon myself to remove a few others just so that I could have them for safekeeping,” he said, eyes glittering with glee.

“Which ones,” Tim snarled out. There was something far too uncomfortable with the fact that Ra’s was just keeping Tim’s organs somewhere. He didn’t trust the Demon’s Head with his body like that and knew that the only reason Ra’s Al Ghul would keep them would be for nefarious reasons. He would need to get rid of them before he left this hell hole.

“Your spleen was the most damaged one. But really I saw no need in you needing to keep your gallbladder and your appendix. You may know that they are simply evolutionary leftovers so I chose to remove them,” he said with a shrug. “As well as a few other things. But that is neither here nor there, you’ll be healed within the next twenty-four hours.”

The vigilante ticked off in his head that Ra’s had taken a few other things from his as well and made a note to figure out just what exactly he had taken from Tim as soon as he could figure it out.

Tim arched an eyebrow at the man. “And why do you say that?” He asked, looking over his body and searching for Ra’s face for whatever the hell he was missing here. Why the hell was Ra’s doing this? What was his plan? His motive?

“Because I have a proposition for you, Timothy,” he said with a smug smile. “Currently you are being fed just enough of diluted Lazarus Water to keep you alive. In twenty-four hours you will be dipped into the Lazarus Waters and healed completely and will no longer be at risk of death.”

“And what’s the catch?” Tim asked, carefully crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over the Demon’s Head.

“The catch, as you say, Detective, is that you will only take that lovely dip in the Lazarus Water to heal your poor, broken body, is if you agree to be my bride and assist me in creating the perfect heir,” he crooned, leaning close to Tim, placing a pointer finger beneath Tim’s chin to tilt his face up to look at him.

“And if I refuse?” Tim asked.

Ra’s shrugged his shoulders. “You will be disconnected from your intravenous line and will be cut off from the Lazarus Waters that are currently keeping you alive. So the choice is yours, die or be healed and be mine. And if you choose death, do not worry my beloved. Your organs will be more than enough for me to create the perfect clone of you.”

Tim shuddered in horror as Ra’s stared at him with that evil, predatory smile of his and Tim found himself shrinking back in the medical bed. This wasn’t part of the plan. He knew what he was getting into when he had come to Ra’s for help. Knew that asking Ra’s to help him get proof to show that Bruce was still alive, somewhere in the timestead would be tricky. But this wasn’t what he was expecting either. He knew that Ra’s was sneaky and conniving but to force Tim into a marriage with him? Didn’t he care that Tim was barely seventeen?

“Can I have time to think about it?” He asked, staring up at the assassin king with tired, weary eyes. His body felt so, so heavy at that moment.

Ra’s simply leaned forward and pressed a possessive kiss to Tim’s head. “Choose well, my beloved,” he crooned before leaving Tim alone in the room. Tim stared at the wall in front of him, his eyes unseeing as his brain tried desperately to figure out a solution, to come up with some way to get himself out of this situation.

He was connected to an IV that was giving him enough Lazarus Water to keep him alive. He was apparently missing multiple organs, some which were likely important to keep him alive. If he even managed to break out of the League of Assassins base how long would he last before his body succumbed to its various injuries? He could live without his spleen, appendix, and gallbladder but Ra’s had said he had taken other things. And that had him nervous. All of his limbs were intact. He pulled the blanket covering his legs to find bare feet intact and there. He wiggled his toes just to be safe.

Tim carefully maneavuered himself to be in a full sitting position to take better account of his body. He looked over his nude body, taking note of the new scar that crossed Tim’s stomach and tried to even his breathing as he realized the emptiness on his chest. The Lazarus Water that was already being fed into his system had already healed all of the incisions, leaving nothing but faint scars in its wake.

His breasts were gone.

He furrowed his brow as he ran a shaky hand over his now flat chest, taking note that Ra’s had not bothered to have his nipples sewn back onto his body upon his mastectomy. It was a surgery that Tim had been thinking about getting ever since he had come to terms with the fact that he was transgender, but one that he hadn’t decided to get yet due to his own fears of having the top surgery and the long healing process that came with it.

Now, though, he didn’t seem to have to worry about it. And if Tim was being honest, it kind of made him sad. He had looked forward to the day he would get to tell his family that he was scheduling his top surgery, and looked forward to the feeling of having them removed and the gender euphoria that would come with it. But now he was just sad. Ra’s had taken the decision away from him and that hurt more than he expected it to.

Ra’s likely thought he was doing Tim a favor by removing them himself. Like some kind of morbid wedding gift, or a way to sway Tim to agree to marrying Ra’s.

“Fuck,” he whispered and looked down at the surgical scar that covered the lower part of his abdomen. Ra’s wanted an heir so it was unlikely he took Tim’s reproductive organs, not only that but it didn’t seem like Ra’s had decided to give Tim bottom surgery as well which likely meant he was wanting to have Tim give birth the old fashioned way and wasn’t that fucked to think about?

He rubbed his fingers across the scar carefully, still staring at them in horror before looking over the rest of his body, he still had all of his fingers, his ears were both there, and nothing else seemed to have been altered without TIm’s permission.

“Fuck,” he whispered out. “Fuck,” he shouted, slamming the blanket back over his legs and letting out a groan. He had no way of knowing what else Ra’s would have removed from him, no clue how he would get out of here. He was naked as the day he was born, his body was now fully relying on the Lazarus Waters.

Ra’s had made sure that his options were as narrow as possible. If Tim were to even try to escape he would need to get anything that had his DNA from Ra’s to ensure that a clone wouldn’t be mad. But would he have enough time to do that without being connected to the IV any longer?

His options truly were death or marriage.

What a fucking shitshow.

“I wish I could find at least a third option. Anything would be better than this,” he whispered sardonically.

“So you wish it, so it shall be,” a feminine voice whispered in Tim’s ear before a soft sigh stirred through the air. Tim whipped his head around for a moment before his eyes landed on the bubbling Lazarus Pit that was not too far from him and his hospital bed.

He watched as a woman slowly emerged from the pits, a being unlike anything Tim had ever seen. Her skin was the same color green as the Lazarus Pits. her hips ended down to a tail, blue skirt seemed to cover her lower half, and a blue top covered her chest. Gold bangles rested on her green arms along with lilac wrist braces. A light blue tiara sat upon her dark black hair as she floated towards Tim.

Her hand cupped his face gently as she gave him a sad, soft smile. “My child,” she said softly. “I understand what you are experiencing. Once, many years ago, Ra’s Al Ghul gave me a very similar choice as yours. Before my death, I was a harem girl who had one Ra’s heart and he had promised to grant all of my hearts desires, had even promised me a kingdom of my own,” she said and sadness shone through her bright red eyes as she held Tim’s face. “That was until I was no longer enough for the Demon’s Head wife who learned of our relationship and did what she could to get rid of me. Not that Ra’s tried very hard to protect me from the woman,” she said with a humorless laugh.

“What does this have to do with me?” Tim asked, eyeing the pit demon warily, not sure what to do with this new information. He was unfortunately not surprised by her story, it sounded exactly like something that Ra’s Al Ghul would do to someone.

“Upon my death, my spirit has wandered around forever granting others wishes, yet at a great personal cost,” she said softly. “For that was what happened to me, I was given a gift unlike anything else yet in the end it cost me my life.”

“And you can what? You can grant my wish? Give me a third option to get away from Ra’s?” Tim asked, arching his brow.

The being nodded her head, sorrow clear upon her face. “I can,” she said softly. “My king, King Phantom, he is unlike anything I have ever seen in my existence. I can have him turn you into a being like himself, if you will allow me to grant your wish, he will appear and he will give you a third option.”

The being gave Tim a sad smile. “I wish that there was more that I could do, but this wish is the only way I can help,” she told him. Tim stared at her for a moment, looking over the being's face, studying her features. If what she was telling him was true, that Ra’s had killed her, she had to have been a ghost. Was she trapped here? Was there any way that he could get her a different place to haunt rather than the fucking League of Assassins base?

“What if I wished for you to be free instead?” He asked and the woman let out a loud laugh.

“Oh you sweet child, I am free. I can go wherever I would like whenever I would like. I am here because I made sure that no one would suffer the same fate as I did at the hands of Ra’s Al Ghul and his wife. And I will not allow you to suffer at the hands of the Demon’s Head.”

Tim pursed his lips. He had no other options. He knew that this was a risk. There was a chance that this ghost was lying to him about her entire tragic backstory just to trick him into agreeing. But what did he have to lose? He was going to die as it was. His only options at the moment were to marry Ra’s or die and have a clone replace him and neither option was good. Whatever option this ghost was giving him, it had to be better than his current options. Even if she did say it would come at a great cost of its own.

Anything would be better than his current options.

“What’s your name?” He asked, looking up at the ghost.

She gave him a lovely smile. “Desiree,” she said softly. “Now, allow me to grant your wish, my dear and let us get you far, far away from Ra’s Al Ghul.”

He nodded his head. “Do it,” he whispered, his heart feeling like someone had clenched it in their first.

Desiree gave him a gleeful smile and raised her hands to the air as green smoke started to fill the room. “So you wished it! So it shall be!” She shouted before a being started to slowly rise from the smoke and Desiree seemed to completely disappear from the room.

In her place stood a boy about Tim’s age. He had snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, and lightly blue skin. He looked around the room curiously before his eyes landed on Tim’s face and his head tilted to the side in curiosity.

“Hm, I’m never part of Des’ wishes anymore,” he said curiously as he stepped forward and continued to look Tim over.

Tim gave him a wary look. “King Phantom?” he asked hesitantly and a look of annoyance flashed over the being’s face for a split second before he huffed out a laugh.

“I’m not king anything,” he said as he walked towards Tim and sat at the foot of his hospital bed. “But that’s a story for a different time. Desiree seems to think that I am the one to grant your wish.”

He looked Tim over for a moment with eyes far older than that of a teenager. It reminded Tim of his own eyes, eyes that had seen the very worst of the world, had seen the very worst of himself and had come back in one piece despite all the odds.

“The way Des grants wishes has already given me the information I need to make it happen,” he said and winced slightly as he looked Tim over once again. “Death or marriage, what a shitty decision to make,” he said wryly.

“You don’t understand-”

“I do,” he said, cutting Tim off before the teenager could grow any more indigent at the moment. “I know all about Ra’s Al Ghul and the evil he is capable of. He’s a disgusting worm and I’m unfortunately not allowed to interfere. But what I can do is make it where he can’t get his hooks into you if you so wish,” he said with a small smile, showing little dimples in his cheeks.

“So what’s the alternative? Desiree said it comes at a great price,” Tim said warily, still eyeing the being up and down.

Phantom huffed out a breath as he looked over the room they were currently in surveying the cave for a moment. “It does, you’d become like me. You’ve sustained far too much damage to live a normal life ever again but we can work with that. You’ll become something called a halfa. Half ghost,” a bright light shone in the room for a moment and when Tim blinked back the spots in his vision he found a human teenager sitting in front of him. Gone were the otherworldly features, instead he found a dark-haired teenager with pale white skin, blue eyes and rounded-off ears rather than the pointy ones he had before. “And half-human,” he said with a small smile.

“But the human half, would it be able to survive? I’m missing some pretty important parts,” he said with a wince and Phantom shrugged. “Yeah, your human body won’t be alive because of your heart or lungs or any of that. In its place, you’ll have something much better, much more powerful, and potent running in your veins. It’s similar to the Lazarus Waters but better, purer.”

Tim listened with close attention as Phantom explained ectoplasm to him, explaining how it would replace any part of Tim that was no longer functional. According to Phantom, it was currently what kept him alive as it was. Phantom’s own change into being a halfa had brought him back from the dead, restarted his heart and brain, and kept him going. He explained that he no longer needed to eat or drink as the ectoplasm kept his human body alive. He admitted that he still enjoyed doing those things and was able to do so without any real consequence.

What he was explaining to Tim sounded like a dream come true if the vigilante was going to be honest.

He had never been good about taking care of himself. Had always struggled with remembering to eat and hydrate. He went days at a time without sleep and apparently being a halfa would do that for him.

There had to be a catch, though, there was always a catch and Desiree had already said that much.

“But the cost?” Tim asked.

“You’ll be dead,” Phantom said softly, his eyes sad. “You’ll have your human body but you’ll still be a half ghost. You’ll be forced to suffer from obsessions as each ghost does, to bend to the will of your obsessions. Des’ is to grant wishes for others since she never got hers fulfilled. Mine is safety. I died because my parents didn’t care about my safety or the safety of others and now i’m obsessed with ensuring the safety of everyone around me, of protecting them from harm.”

“Like a vigilante,” Tim said with a small smile. Phantom gave him that sad smile.

“Like a vigilante,” he said with a sigh before he shook his head. “Now, the only other main stipulation to this is that you’ll be bonded to me. But I think a bond with a weird ghost teenager is a little preferable to a marriage with a creepy immortal assassin,” he said before giving Tim a nervous look. “It’s the only real option I have that keeps you mostly alive and not married to the creep. Hell, once we do it, I’ll even help you destroy this place and deal with the consequences of my actions later.”

Tim cocked his head to the side. Marry Ra’s, die and have a clone replace him, or become half-dead and bonded to a ghost he didn’t know anything about. His options were absolute shit but the decision was thankfully easy to make. Phantom’s option at least gave him an out and that was more than the other two did. And even if he was going to be bonded to Phantom, which he had a feeling was a ghost equivalent of marriage, he could see the two of them at least becoming friends after all of this. And maybe Phantom would even train him in his new form once he took it.

Maybe he could even get Phantom to help him find Bruce. Ra’s was obviously a dead end and was not going to do what Tim needed and Phantom could possibly give him a better perspective on how to find Bruce. He was a ghost after all, maybe he would know more about the situation than any of the living did.

“What do we have to do?” Tim asked, eyeing the human teenager in front of him warily.

Phantom just grinned, a smile that was still just a little too inhuman for his human physique. “We’ll have to kill you,” he said before looking around curiously. “Do you have a preference on how you die? I died by electrocution and honestly, I can’t recommend it. Ten out of ten would not recommend it.”

Tim huffed off a soft laugh and shook his head. “Can you get me a knife? I can do it myself.”

Phantom frowned at him yet produced a sharp knife from thin air. It was a simple thing with a black handle and a long slim silver blade. It was beautiful and incredibly sharp. Just what Tim needed to get the job done.

With nimble, sure fingers he disconnected himself from the IV that was currently feeding him Lazarus Water to keep him alive. He hissed as he removed the needle and allowed the arm to freely bleed, it wasn’t like he mattered, he was about to die anyway.

“And you’re sure this will work?” Tim asked as he took the handle of the blade from Phantom who was still watching him warily.

He nodded and with a flash of light changed back to his Phantom form. Only now his eyes glowed a bright blue color. “It will,” he said solemnly.

Tim nodded once and before he could stop himself or talk himself out of it, he took the knife and slid it along the scar that already marred his throat from a previous murder attempt from Jason. He didn’t feel much as the blood slipped from the wound, the knife slipped into his lap but Tim wasn’t paying attention to it. Not when ectoplasm poured from Danny’s body and straight into the gaping wound in Tim’s throat, filling his body and burning him with a power unlike any other.

It wasn’t life that was now filling Tim’s veins, it wasn’t life that was now forcing his heart to continue beating as sharp pain burned across his throat. It was something unlike anything Tim had ever felt. It wasn’t life, but it sure as hell wasn’t death either.

It was a magic that was unparalleled. He had never felt anything like this in his entire existence. It felt as if his very molecules were being changed and arranged. Tim had never wanted to die so badly in all of his life.

He had undergone extreme torture at the hands of mad men, had been nearly murdered by two of his brothers, he had gone through hell and back, and yet nothing compared to the burning, burning, burning pain that was now filling his body.

A gasp escaped his lips and Tim found no relief in the air that now filled his lungs. He wasn’t sure when he had closed his eyes but forcing them to open was a feat unlike any other.

When they finally split open everything looked different.

The world was sharper, clearer than it had ever been, he sniffed and nearly cried out at the stench that flooded his nostrils. The putrid sulfur nearly had him gagging and a soft chuckle made its way to his sensitive ears.

“Yeah the change in your senses is a mind fuck,” Phantom said with a small smile. “Welcome to the halfa life,” he said and held out a hand. Tim carefully took it and finally took note of the change in his own skin color. Gone was the pale white skin that he had gotten from Janet Drake, in its place was a light green colored skin, a pale mint green color. His fingers were now tipped with dark claws that were pointed into tips.

“I’m green,” he mused, turning his hand this way and that. Phantom snickered.

“I’ll have to get you a mirror,” he said before a soft smile appeared on his face. “Your ghost form is very beautiful.”

Tim felt his cheeks heat up slightly and he looked up at Phantom, shock covering his face. “T-thank you,” he said softly. Phantom just cracked a grin.

“You know, I don’t think I ever got your name,” he said and held out a hand. “The name’s Danny, by the way. Danny Phantom.”

Tim took the cold, blue hand in his own green hand and shook it once. “Tim, Tim Drake, or better known to some as Red Robin.”

“Well Red Robin, how about we get the second part of your wish taken care of and then I can whisk you away to learn how to use your new powers before you go back home?” Danny suggested as he got off the bed and floated in front of Tim, his legs fusing together to form a tail. Tim frowned and looked at his own legs before realizing he was no longer naked, no longer covered by the thin, satin blanket that Ra’s had provided for him.

Instead, he was wearing a different form of his Red Robin suit. The suit was the exact same as his old one, the main difference being that this one was all black and was missing his cowl. He pressed a hand to his face and felt the familiar texture of a domino mask covering his face and a long black cape behind him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you a mirror when we get out,” Danny told him before he held his hand out once more. “Now let’s go.”

Destroying the labs and finding all of the tissue Ra’s had stolen from Tim’s body had been far easier than he had expected it to be. Danny had turned the two of them invisible and shot beams of ectoplasm at different targets in the lab, destroying pretty much everything in sight. He had then looked at Tim with a wide, mischievous grin on his face and Tim found himself growing more and more okay with being bonded to Danny.

The two had found themselves flying off into the night with the entire League of Assassins base burning behind them. Danny had flown him through the air, their hands interlocked and wind blowing through his hair until he had gotten far enough away to open up a portal that the two flew into.

“You know, I think being married to you won’t be that bad,” Tim said with a laugh as they landed on a green island in the middle of a strange dimension.

Danny spluttered. “What? What are you talking about?” He asked, looking at Tim like he had grown a second head.

Tim frowned. “You said we were bonded,” he said and Danny nodded. “Which I assumed is the ghostly equivalent of being married.”

At that Danny gave him a disbelieving look before throwing his head back and letting out a loud laugh. “Oh Ancients, no, no! I’m only seventeen! I’m not ready for marriage.” Now Tim felt dumb. He frowned as Danny stepped towards him and ran his fingers through Tim’s wispy white hair. “We aren’t married, Tim. Bonding is something between an adult ghost and a baby ghost. Basically, our cores are bonded together, since you’re a baby ghost still you don’t know how to regulate your ectoplasm, change forms, or well, be a ghost. My job is to help you do all of that until you’re sure that you can survive on your own without my assistance. If you’re hurt or in trouble, your core will call out to mine and I can come and help you with whatever it is. And then when your core has fully developed and you can handle your powers on your own, the bonding will fade.”

Danny bit his lip and gave Tim a small smile. “If it’s any consolation, I do think you’re very pretty and a lot of fun. But I would never try to force someone into a marriage. Especially not after they were just told that their only options were to marry a creepy ninja assassin who’s like eight hundred years old or die and have a clone replace him.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Tim asked dumbly. The events of the day were starting to catch up to him and he would be the first to admit that it had made him a little dumber than usual.

“Very,” Danny said seriously. “Now, why did you go to Ra’s Al Ghul in the first place?”

Tim let out a breath and explained to his new friend what exactly was happening and Danny just grinned evilly. “What is it?”

“The ghost of time owes me a favor, come on,” he said and took Tim’s hand once more. Tim felt his stomach flutter as the two flew through the purple skies. Maybe being a halfa wouldn’t be too terrible, especially if he had Danny at his side.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #red robin #dead tired ship #tw: suicide #forced marriage #dis writes #dis dreams

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eyesthecolorofarson · 2 years ago

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Interacting with Entities

The Justice Leagues main meeting room wasn’t usually this crowded, with both the entire Flash, Bat, Super, and Arrow families in attendance. Though to be fair, Red Robin didn’t usually send out a message on mass that told them he had information that changed the fundamentals of life and death.

Tim was typing at the main computer, ignoring or not hearing the whispers of everyone around him as he opened what seemed to be a very disturbing image. It showed a little girl, no older than ten, with red hair and off-color green-white skin in what seemed to be a lab. She was leaning against an operating table, sobbing. On the operating table was a toddler, who couldn’t be older than three.

He’d been dissected. He was pinned open like a frog in a high school science class, and the only thing in his small body were his ribs. His other organs were in jars surrounding him, his heart above his head. His eyes had been removed as well, placed in separate jars on each side of his heart.

The room fell deathly silent as they took in the image. Tim turned around, tired and grim, and spoke. “Who you are looking at is Jazz and Danny Fenton from Ohio. Jazz is possible a different species, and Danny is a clone she created. The reason she knew how to do this and succeeded is because of her hyper intelligence and from watching her parents, who are scientists.”

Tim turned around again and clicked a button. “And as you can see, their very unethical ones.” The video began playing, projecting the girls deep, heart-wrenching sobs. You could hear how much she loved him, how many good memories she had with him. She choked, sniffling and whimpering in a soft, broken tone, “I–*hic* I….. I j-just didn’t wa-waaant *hic* to be alone any*hic*more….”

Behind her, something began to form.

It made the video distort, but it was clearly a person fading into existence. It looked like someone swirling something in reverse. The video cleared up and floating where the vortex had been was an old man, with icy blue skin and red eyes. He had long, white hair and wore a cloak that hid the rest of his body.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in a soft tone, “You are a child.” Jazzs sobs didn’t stop, but they slowed as he continued. “You are a scared, abused, neglected, horribly alone child. The only thing you wanted was to be loved, to have something to love. This was not your fault. This was a failure of the system, not you.”

Jazz had stopped crying, and for a moment they were silent, staring at the body in front of them. The man spoke again, but softer. “There is a way to bring him back, you know.” Jazzs head wiped around so fast many worried of whiplash. But the camera now has a clear view of her face, and her bright red eyes.

“How?” She said, gripping the man’s cloak, “no riddles, no cryptic messages, please Clockwork, please, just tell me how to bring him back.” He smiled softly and patted her head. “It will be a long journey, and difficult in ways unimaginable, and you must do it alone. But I believe you will be able to succeed.”

Clockwork began floating about the lab, picking out random things such as syringes filled with strange brightly-colored liquids and futuristic looking weapons as he spoke. “What is an Entity, Jasmine?”

Jazz watched him, confused, but answered. “It’s when the personification of a concept, like Lady Justice, or a natural unchangeable occurrence, like life and death or the four seasons, gains sentience and comes together to form a corporeal, human-like form.”

“It happens when these concepts or occurrences gain enough power,” she continued, “and then every part of them comes together to form a singular whole. Like how every religious belief formed Lady Death, or how everyone’s opinion on a season effects how they act and express themselves.”

“Very good.” Clockwork said, the objects he picked up floating around him in a circle when he let them go. “Deep in the Hindu Kush Mountains, in a place called Nada Parbat, there is an Entity trapped. Her name is ɭ̷͕̈́ค̴̡̞̮̱̩͓̝̅̈́͗͆̋̆̋̈́̉̿̓̕͠ᘔ̴̨̢̖͔͖͚͙̗̚ͅค̵͈͍̞͚̄̐̃̔̌̋͜ͅг̶̣̙̰̣͔̖̰̱̝͔͍̘͂͆̄̈́̆̍͑͒͛̃̚ͅย̶͇̥̜͈͚̼͉̈́̈̓̒͊͗̍͋̄̆̕͠ร̷̪̃̈́͒̒̿͠͝.” The Justice League was torn from their intense focus of the video to the sudden pain in their ears, the wave of nausea that washed over them, the dizziness and confusion. Whatever language that was it wasn’t meant for human ears.

In the video, Jazz didn’t seem effected, and even understood what he was saying. She muttered the word, over and over again, before she said, “Lazarus? I’ve never heard of that before. What’s she made out of?” Clockwork floated back towards her and continued to explain. “Her true name is Lady Life. She is the oldest, the truest, spread among and deeply connected to every part of this universe. From the smallest ant to the largest planet, she is Life in its purest form.”

“Is she older than you?” Jazz asked, tilting her head and grabbing every syringe she could reach, placing them on a different table than the one Danny was on and organizing them by size and color. Clockwork laughed. “Far, far older. She existed before Lady Death did, in a sort of ‘chicken and egg’ scenario.”

“I tell you this,” Clockwork started, handing Jazz several of the weapons before continuing, “because for the past few centuries, Lady Life’s powers have been severely abused by people who are not worthy of them. And those subjected to her power against their will are going about treating the side effects incredibly wrong.”

“What are the rules for interacting with an Entity?” “Do not take, do not lie, do not steal.” Jazz replied, “Ask, explain, thank. And good will follow.” Clockwork smiled. “Very good. And what is the rule for when bringing an Entity into the body?” “Do not bathe, for it washes away.” Jazz again replied. “Do not inject, for it pierces skin. Consume, for eating is only done willingly and happily.”

“Now, a series of questions.” Clockwork said, “When bringing an Entity into the body, what happens when you attempt to lock it away?” “It will attempt to lock you away.” “And when you ties to fight it?” “It will try to fight you.” “And when you try to control it?” “It will attempt to control you.”

Jazz finished her sorting and turned to look at Clockwork. “The best way to bring an Entity into your body is to accept it, respect it, and love it, and it will give you the same in return.” They stared at each other silently for a couple minutes, not blinking or breathing.

“I have to bring Lady Life into Danny.” Jazz finally spoke. Clockwork nodded. “But how?” Jazz look to the operating table for a moment, before turning back to Clockwork. “He can’t eat anything….” Clockwork moved to the side, blocking her view of the table. “Remember, Jasmine; ask, explain, thank. Like everyone, Lady Life has many sides. While yes, she can be endlessly cruel, but also deeply loving and compassionate. It all depends on how you treat her.”

Jazz thought for a moment. “So, if I free Lady Life—because that’s what you want me to do, right?” At Clockworks nod she continued, “Right. So, if I free her, and I treat her really nicely and I ask nicely, she’ll bring Danny back?” Clockwork said yes, and Jazz fell silent again. “How do I do it?” She said, her red eyes alight with determination. Clockwork held out his hand, and when she took it—

Both them and Danny were gone

#dp x dc au #dp au #danny phantom au #jazz fenton #infinite realms #clockwork #dp x dc crossover #just a midnight thing

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leafoflemon · 1 month ago

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Practice Run - Part 1, Chapter 3

Chapters:

[P1, Chp.1], [P1, Chp. 2], [P2, Chp. 4], [P2, Chp. 5] [P2, Chp. 6], [P3, Chp. 7], [P3, Chp. 8], [P3, Chp. 9], [P3, Chp. 10]

This is the last chapter of Part One! I really hope you enjoyed this first part, there will definitely be more to come!!

Summary: "You had been a part of the league for almost a year now, yet Jin Bubaigawara, also known as Twice, had no idea how to tell you how he felt."

Word Count: ~1.2k

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Dawn broke over the horizon and beams of sunlight streamed into the room that Twice fell asleep in. He reached out and felt the warm body of your clone huddled up to him-- the clone he forgot he made.

“AH!” he jumped back, thinking that you had magically crawled into his arms overnight, until he remembered everything that had transpired. “Oh it’s…it’s just a clone.” He laid by your clone's side and admired all the features he loved so much about you. He gently pushed back her bangs and watched her eyes move underneath their eyelids while she slept. He wondered what you normally dreamt about and hoped if he was ever in any of your dreams.

That wonder was stopped shortly after, as Twice heard footsteps marching down the hall his way. “Fuck--!” He immediately dispelled the clone and your sleeping figure melted away into a pile of mud, right as the door slid open.

“Wakey wakey, Twi--” Dabi looked into the room and wore a wicked grin. “Oh my God,” he said smugly and pointed at the mud. “You made a clone of Y/N, didn’t you?”

“YOU DIDN’T SEE SHIT!-- Please don’t tell her!”

Dabi bent over and cackled. “Man, that’s pretty sad. You know, I was wondering where you went after you ran inside so fast last night.”

“Did…you hear anything outside?” Twice laced his fingers together in apprehension.

“Like I told you guys last night, I can’t sleep if people around me are yapping.”

“SHIT!!-- You’re not gonna tell her, are you?” he begged Dabi again.

Dabi couldn’t help but laugh again. “I don’t know, it might be funny.”

“Come on, man! I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna tell her myself. I just…need some practice, y’know?-- No practice, we die like men!”

“Heh, you go do that. And I’ll be right there with you--”

“--Thanks!--”

“--Laughing when you fail.”

“Oh...-- SCREW YOU!” Twice raised a fist in the air at Dabi, to which the other laughed again.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” you called out and walked towards all the commotion coming from down the hall.

Dabi gave Twice a smug grin, and was shoved out of the room. Twice slid the door shut so that you couldn’t see the mud that was inside and waved at you. “Hey, how’s it going, Y/N?!”

“Um, good? What about you guys?”

“Havin’ a hell of a morning,” Dabi chuckled, calming down. “I’m surprised you’re up this early. Aren’t you a night owl, or something?”

“Yeah, but we’ve got a problem,” your tone grew serious. Both men perked up and locked into the conversation. “The police have been weeding out places that could be our hideout, and Shigaraki and Spinner think this place is going to be the next that they’ll check. They’re saying we gotta start packing up and getting ready to go, so I came this way to let you guys know.”

“Well shit, where are we supposed to go?” said Dabi.

“This is gonna be another time where we’re all gonna have to scatter,” you replied.

“Meh, I’ll figure something out,” he said. He looked over to Twice. “You know where you’re going? Or who you’re going with?” he smirked.

“I have enough for a motel for a few nights. I-I’ll head out on my own-- But you’re more than welcome to come along!”

“Nah, you go on ahead on your own so you’ll have some privacy to practice.”

“Practice what?” you tilted your head curiously.

Twice stared daggers at Dabi before turning kindly back to you. “It’s nothing important-- you’ll love it!”

“Uhh…” you turned to Dabi for context.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” he raised his hands in the air in false innocence. “You two can deal with your own stuff, I’m gonna go talk to Shigaraki and head out.”

“Sure thing!-- I hope you trip on the way there,” Twice said, and you both flashed him a thumbs up as he exited the hallway.

You excitedly turn to Twice with a flutter in your heart, hoping that, now that it was just the two of you again, things wouldn’t go as poorly as they did last night. “So, um, do you know which motel you’re going to?”

“Oh, yeah! I’ve got a couple of ideas. There’s this one downtown I’ve been to before; it's kinda a dump-- but the rooms have nice space, a perfect view, and super cheap! You could come with, if you want? I-I know you're a girl, though, and y-you probably want your own room! I’m totally okay with that!”

Your face blushed a bright red and a smile couldn’t stop itself from creeping along your face. “You’d be willing to do that for me?”

“Yeah, of course!-- What are friends for, right?”

“I’d love to!” you cheered.

Twice’s heart pounded with excitement. Even if you didn’t share a room, the thought of still being near you and the idea of checking in on you, and vice versa, filled him with glee. “Awesome! Perfect!-- Booooring. I’ll go get the rooms!”

“Alright, I’ll see you then, hopefully!”

You hurried off to get your things, even though you didn’t really have that much at all in such a run-down little hideout. You were shaking with excitement as you stuffed some clothes and other necessities you owned into a duffel bag. You wondered how often you would try to check on Twice, how often would you guys see or speak to each other, or would you both try to keep a low profile and not say anything? You weren’t sure, but either way, the thought that he would be right there was enough to light you up. That, and the thought of maybe, just maybe…asking him out? You blushed and covered your face. There’d be no one else around to intrude on you or interrupt you, and you’d have all the time and space to yourselves.

But were you really going to take that chance? What if he rejected your admission, and he never saw you the same way again? You’d still be friends or colleagues, yeah, but…there was something about your current relationship with him you felt was a lot more personal than with anyone else in the league. You thought back to previous times you spent together and how much more personal they felt, which was why last night really threw you for a loop-- nothing like that had ever happened before.

You took a deep breath and zipped up your duffel bag. You know what? Whatever happens, happens. I’m going to hope for the best, and see what comes of it! You thought. You left your room and met outside with the rest of the league. You all quickly debriefed the current situation, where each person would be going, and when to expect to hear from each other when the next hideout would be picked. Dabi grinned upon hearing you and Twice going to the same motel, and Toga clapped her hands together excitedly.

Twice had the exact same thoughts you had. With a little bit of practice…I’ll make my move, and I’ll just have to see what happens!

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Practice Run - Part 2, Chapter 4 will be next!

These first three chapters were really just an introduction/exposition. Some more stuff will really kick off in Part 2 of Practice Run! There you’ll really be able to get some more fluff, angst, and to everyone’s joy, you’ll be getting some NSFW content.

I had a lot of fun making this for the past couple of days, thank you guys for the support! Special thanks and dedicated to the Server of Villains on Discord!

Until next time!

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codywanreversebang · 1 year ago

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Codywan Reverse Bang 2023: Masterlist Part 1

Team 1

codywan reverse bang - pokemon au [Art] by @cmarani

a heart so true [10.8k] by @sarmaril

At the tender young age of eleven, Cody Fett believed he knew exactly what love at first sight felt like. Or; Cody has his sights set on the Pokémon League. It's not going to be easy training his way to the top. He can't just leave home at ten and charge Tauros-headed through the Galax region like some kids can. He has to spend his time helping his family's daycare in Kamino City, but Cody's not going to let that stop him... And maybe if along the way he gets to hold hands with Professor Jinn's cute assistant then he certainly wouldn't complain.

Team 2

codywan reverse bang - stained glass [Art] by @cmarani

Until We Meet Again [5.1k] by @geodax

After deserting the Empire that raised him and his brothers, Cody finds himself on a isolated planet. There, he finds a face he never wanted to see again.

Team 3

Team 3 [Art] by @madbunnyarts

Rewinding the Skein [8.5k] by @itsgoldleaf

He’s seen the creases of that palm before. Another thing he doesn’t remember. He walks towards the alley. The first sun drops lower. The footsteps behind him are as loud as the blood in his ears. Or: Ben goes to market and comes home with more than dried fruit.

a remedy painted blue [20.2k] by @ihathbenobiwankenobied

After ten years trying to keep his head down on Tatooine, Cody finds Obi-Wan lost in a life he never planned on living. It's not what they dreamt about during the war, but perhaps together they can make it work. Except Cody has a secret he didn't know he was keeping. And it might just tear them apart.

Behind the Scenes [10k] by @catfur-and-greenscales

“Spare any credits?” Obi-Wan stopped on the spot, feeling a cold sensation creeping down his spine. He knew that voice as he had heard it hundreds of thousands of times. With wide eyes Obi-Wan turned around and saw a man, not anyone he could say he knew, but those features were more than familiar to him. Perhaps the Force could have provided him more information, but he dared not to use it to reach for the man. It had been ages since the last time, so starting now was not an option. For a moment they both were just staring at one another, until the rough looking man lifted his bandaged arm, with a helmet. Obi-Wan could not help himself but … There was no facial scar. And there shouldn't have been, since even after everything, the man in front of him was still wearing the colors of the 501st. This man was not Cody. Of course not. He should have known better to not hope. But the seconds their eyes were locked felt too long to Obi-Wan. The tension was broken only when the clone just lifted his bucket a little higher and said:“Help a veteran to get a warm meal.”

Team 4

Team #4 - CodyWan Reverse Bang 2023 [Art] by @djk-creations

Twin Suns on the Horizon [22.9k] by @tyedyeboogers

Out on the hots sands of Tatooine anything can happen. For the people that live there, it is a fight of survival. For the Hutt who lords over them, it's resting on his ill gotten laurels. For the two gunslingers with a bone to pick - well, that's something entirely new. A Codywan Cowboys Story

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other [5.5k][WIP] by @catsnkooks

A new sheriff has come to Freetown, the town Ben has established himself in after the rise of the Empire. Sheriff Cody Fett isn't someone he was expecting, with his determination to make Freetown a place for everyone, away from the shackles of the ever-encroaching Empire, and it's not long before Ben finds himself falling for the selfless sheriff. But when Ben's past comes knocking on the door, threatening the livelihood of everyone in Freetown, he knows he must act to save everyone he loves in his town, which has now come to include a certain sheriff in his life.

Team 5

Team 5 [Art] by @nhyhu

Tied [17k] by @insertmeaningfulusername @embeanwrites @wixiany

Qui-Gon is gone and Obi-Wan, freshly promoted to a Jedi Knight, needs to take care of a Padawan of his own, but doubts and insecurities plague him. Elsewhere in the galaxy, Cody and his brothers are struggling through rigorous training on the water planet of Kamino. They meet and start working together once the Clone Wars begin. They steal comfortable and quiet moments with each other, slowly working their way towards more than just a friendship between Commander and General. But the war is relentless. In a skirmish, Cody is fatally injured. Obi-Wan reaches deep into the Force and into himself to change Cody’s fate, and in doing so, a powerful Force bond is created. Now, they will have to navigate the war and their growing affection alongside an as of yet unprecedented bond. or: Obi-Wan and Cody's journeys before and throughout the war and their relationship (in 3 parts)

Team 6

Art for I Will Support You (Even When You Fall) [Art] by @commanderfoxtheshield

I'll support you (even when you fall) [8.6k] by @robyn-hoood

The offer is also tempting for another reason; from here, he can spot the two figures on the front page, limbs poised in a graceful arc as the smaller figure is lifted up by the other, spotlights bathing them in golden light. Dance therapy, he thinks, quietly mulling it. A class that paired up veterans with volunteers to teach them how to dance to cope with PTSD, a year-long program that ended with a small competition with a small monetary prize. A tiny part of him, a part that suspiciously sounds like his younger, college-attending self, perks up in interest. He quickly pockets the flyer, and stands up. She startles slightly, but settles down with his next words: “I’ll think about it.” . . . . . Or, veteran Cody Fett and dancer Obi-Wan Kenobi are paired up for a dance competition. It all goes downhill from there.

#masterlist #cwrb23

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years ago

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Star Wars AU Masterlist: Time-Travel

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Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Currently this list is separated into:

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs masterlist

Jangosoka

Ahsoka-focused

Disaster Trio (one or more, excluding Ahsoka solos or Vader solos)

Original Trilogy cast

Other

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs or Big League posts:

* Fake Spontaneous Training Bond

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

* Sandstorm Verse

* Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies

* Rex and Anakin Raise a Family

Commander Buir: an excuse to let Cody be dad-shaped

* Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse

Fake Sith TCW Trio (7.5k words)

Ghost Vader Shows Up To Help

Time-Travel Bosoka AU

The King the Soldier and the Spy

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

Jangosoka

Fett and Fulcrum

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka

* Sugar, Spice, and a Heart to Entice (4.7k words)

Rex Cockblocks Jangosoka (it’s more depressing than it sounds)

Accidental Mand’alor Ahsoka

Jangosoka scarring Obi-Wan for life

Go away, Skyguy!

Something that’s... approaching analysis

The nature of time-travelers and Jango

Jango gets catapulted to “The Book of Boba Fett” and refuses to believe that Boba is Boba, so Ahsoka gets involved

Ahsoka

Ezra and Fulcrum’s Wacky Adventure

Rex and Ahsoka are two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Breaking into Kamino

The Girl Who Died at Mortis

Ahsoka/Depa ft. jealous Bo-Katan and jealous Jango

Naming Conventions for time-traveler Ahsoka

Ahsoka’s Terracotta Army, which is honestly mostly @epicmusic42 and @graylinesspam

- A wee addendum

- New Mando Archaeologist

“On her way to fuck your dad” Ahsoka/Jaster, Jango staring in horror from the background

Ahsoka claims her mom is Daughter from Mortis

Disaster Trio (non Ahsoka-solos)

A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba, tagged as “Boba and the Torrents”

Obi-Wan adopts Jango by accident

- Obi-Wan even lectures Jaster

The Future Assistant Dooku Didn’t Ask For

Are you done talking yet? (now with ficlet by @nevertheless-moving)

Obi-Wan and Anakin as twins

The Nature of Time-Travel Romance (absolutely sucks for you)

My Obi! AU

- Addendum

Obitine + Baby Anakin

Inconvenient Crushes

- Arguments with Adult Obi

Jaster/Obi

Faustian AU: Anakin and Ahsoka go from TCW Mortis Ep. to TPM-era Kamino, and somehow become the AI that controls Tipoca city

Fulcrum and Old Ben

TCW Anakin ends up Dooku’s care between Qui-Gon and Komari since the Council can’t just give him Knighthood when there’s not a war

Physically time-traveled Anakin ‘kidnaps’ mentally time-traveled toddler Obi-Wan

Other Prequels/TCW Travelers

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

Time Travel to Release the Zillo Beast

Bo-Katan is here to ruin fix change everything

Conservation of souls retroactive clone eggs, Thumbelina/Momotaro/Kaguya style

Padme dies and wakes up fourteen again, goes for Sidious’s throat

12yo Shmi Skywalker, with memories of the next 35 years, hijacks a ship and finds Obi-Wan’s parents (one of whom is pregnant)

Cryo Kix wakes up, spends two weeks in the ST, and then falls backwards into TCW

Time-traveler Dooku (trying not to be evil, this time), mostly by @epicmusic42)

Dooku, who is older than Palpatine, travels back far enough that he can grab Young Palpatine for the Temple before Plagueis gets him

Dooku gets punted back to Galidraan. So does Jango.

Totally the Real Jango: some clones lie to bb!Jango’s face and claim to be him, from the future

Vader

Fox and Vader’s Excellent Incredibly Stupid and Homicidal Adventure

Future Emotions AU

Anon suggests Vader shows up in that short period between Amidala’s election as Queen and Palpatine’s election as Chancellor

Why we love Vader time travel fics

Vader and baby Anakin body swap through time

Vader time travels to be baby Anakin again, goes full vegetarian

Another Vader time travel (along with links to a misskirby au that is no longer available on her now-defunct blog)

DarthFett, possibly body swap

The one where Darth Vader travels back in time as a Kitten

Vader Swears Loyalty to a Clone Toddler

- With fic on AO3 written by @delightedlymisinformed

Vader lands on Rattatak

Baby Vader (Raised a Sith, mental time-travel) finds padawan Obi-Wan for Help (also Maul is there)

- Maul is also an uncle for the Twins

Original Trilogy Cast

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

Han & Boba bumped to pre-TCW

- Addendum

- There’s more now

- A bunch by @uh-oh-its-bird

Luke Collects Last Names

Luke brings a porg

Ghost Aunt Leia

Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno

- Addendum

Leia/Jango (Concord Dawn & Alderaan destruction comparison)

Time-traveled Boba, also this

Han shows up in pre-TPM, accidentally starts Being Dad at his pint-sized father-in-law

Fulcrum is how the twins know their pragmatism was justified even by pre-war standards

Somewhat Estranged ST-era HanLeia and pre-AotC Padme end up on Melida/Daan

De-aged Mandalorian cast (Din, Boba, Fennec, Luke) tossed into the months leading up to AotC

Leia when meeting AotC Anakin

Other

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

- Palpatine Tries to Arrange a Marriage

- Addendum

Maul: Motherfucker Unlimited

Artoo and Threepio cause problems

Rey ends up in the PT, then Qui-Gon’s new apprentice

Baze/Chirrut messing around with Jinn&Kenobi

Tarre Viszla is reincarnated as Bo-Katan's baby

Cal Kestis drops back to TCW, accidentally derails things because he didn’t know he was Obi-Wan’s bio kid

An ask I got about Obisoka and Anisoka

#star wars #time travel #phoenix posts #masterposts

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raven-of-domain-kwaad · 7 months ago

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For Amélie Biava - When you met Amarra, you were Imperial Intelligence and she was a powerful Sith Lord, with little if any restrictions on how she could treat you. With such a disproportionate power dynamic, how did things wind up going the way they did for you?

OC Interview

Thanks for asking @swtorpadawan!

Amélie leans back in her seat and chuckles darkly.

“Yeah that’s a fair question. I sometimes ask myself how I managed to swing it with the damned Wrath of all people. Talk about out of my league and a huge threat to my life.”

She hums faintly and gently thumbs at the polished band of black metal on her finger.

“I fully admit that I didn’t trust her when we were first properly introduced. I mean it’s like you were saying, Sith can do what they want and the Wrath? She sits outside of the Sith hierarchy and answer to no one but the Emperor. She even has enough authority to challenge the Dark Council. So really what chance did I have if I wanted off her ship?”

Her eyes become hard, clearly recalling stories of others that suffered at the hands of mad Sith but she shakes her head before continuing on.

“Now with any kind of relationship it takes all parties involved to make it work but I will say that she did most of the initial heavy lifting to try and reach out to me. Just looking at her crew spoke volumes about her. How many Sith do you know that have a free twi’lek with more tech skills than a Fixer, a Black Ops squad on perpetual standby, a former Jedi apprentice that happily engages in philosophical and political debates with her new master and a sadistic assassin droid? Hm... actually forget the droid. Lots of Sith would probably have an HK unit if they could. But the others? You won’t find many Sith that actually have a crew like that who are all loyal and don’t just trust but love the Sith that they follow.”

She sighs and stares wistfully off at nothing.

“You hear old stories of noble Sith and their cherished followers. Old Korribani and Ziosti legends of Sith protectors defending those that they love. Most of those stories are lost to time and Republic purges but the romanticism of those tales endure... Of all the Sith in the Empire, I've found that Amarra embodies those old tales more than anyone I’ve ever seen. She cares about those under her command and that apparently extended to me.”

A genuine smile spreads across her face, reaching her eyes and even causing her body to relax. Her deep sense of gratitude is very clear.

“So, like I was saying, once I was finally out of the kolto tank, she reached out to me. I've often wonder if she could sense that I didn't trust her and that made her reach out. Whatever the reason, she offered to find me a doc to clone me a new hand after I lost mine on Corellia. She also gave me the chance to transfer to any command I wanted. I could write my own ticket and go anywhere I wanted. She didn’t even know me at the time, just wanted to help out another Imperial citizen.”

Her eyes return to her wedding band and she cannot stop smiling.

“After looking at my options and taking a serious look at her file- which can I just say, was damned impressive? Defeated a well known Jedi Master before being named a Lord, took out the Republic War Trust, killed a Dark Councilor, won the initial battle for Corellia and personally ended a coup led by her former Master. And never once did she ever act out of personal gain. She had no interest in personal power and only wanted to serve the Empire. What an ideal,” she says with what could only be described as hearts in her eyes.

“So, I chose to stay on and became her official pilot and unofficial liaison to what was left of Imperial Intelligence before Sith Intel got set up. I worked hard getting her whatever information I could, because I felt she was the best chance the Empire had for moving forward. She took notice and made sure that my actions were always commended. Got a promotion thanks to my work and she eventually started trusting me with more responsibilities, even putting me in charge of her own personal spy network she took from her old master."

She pauses then and her face scrunches faintly as if in sympathy, likely due to truly understanding just how stressful a position like Keeper's had been, managing so many agents.

"So, truth? I got lucky. I could have died at the hands of my captors on Corellia, honestly that's probably what was supposed to happen, knowing the last two Keepers. But I was lucky because she found me. If I had been found by anyone else in the Empire, I probably would have been court martialed for being on an unsanctioned intelligence operation. But she got to me first. And I must say, I am eternally thankful that she did."

#oc: amélie biava #cipher agent #amélie x amarra #yeah amélie was definitely wary of amarra at first and honestly resigned that she was effectively dead #but amarra's actions her crew and a deep dive into the file imp intel had on her got amélie to come around and give her a chance #also yeah no broonmark for amarra #i never thought he fit very well in the sith warrior story and he definitely doesn't fit well with amarra #so he died on hoth as amarra didn't trust his unquenchable bloodlust

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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years ago

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shiggy with a chubby partner | shigaraki tomura

synopsis ↬ headcanons of shiggy's love for his chubby significant other

warnings ↬ swearing, 18+ suggestive themes, this is seperated into different section, use of 'girl' here and there, some mention of self-esteem issues but you can skip over it if you don't want to read it

pairing ↬ chubbychaser!shiggy x chubby!fem!reader

tumblr please stop deleting this post from the tags, thank you

hi, welcome to my tedtalk. today i will be presenting why shigaraki tomura would love to have a chubby/plus-size partner. this isn't to make up lies, shiggy likes his girls chubby and that's final. once i started thinking, it all made sense...

Tomura has a thing for chubby girls who are immune to his quirk, you can't change my mind. I think he's someone who has always been cautious of touching other people because of his quirk and probably doesn't want to harm people he cares about.

So, if he learns he can't make you decay, he would go crazy over you. Feeling your skin against his fingertips becomes his drug, he'll do it all the time. I think he is someone who doesn't care about what his partner looks like because he has his own insecurities with his body. He follows the principle "don't judge a book by its cover".

Shiggy wouldn't care if you have acne, stretch marks, freckles, blemishes, or eczema — this guy does not care. He's very accepting of people regardless of their appearance. I think he would be a place of comfort if you ever had any insecurities. He knows the right words to say and make you feel better because of his own experiences.

Shiggy knows the feeling of not fitting in or having the world against him. Look at the people in the League of Villians. Although I'm not completely familiar with some of their backstories, I know that Toga had to repress part of her identity and quirk in order to appease her parents. Touya is similar to Shiggy in the sense that they both had fathers who neglected them emotionally in order to fulfill their own agendas. Jin was alone and rejected by society to the point where he turned to clones of himself in order to fill his void.

Shiggy invited them into a space where they wouldn't need to worry about the opinions of others. They were free to be whoever they wanted without worrying about judgment. There is no way that he wouldn't accept his partner or ostracize her insecurities as flaws.

He craves touch, physical communication, and being loved. Remember when All For One helped him during his origin story? Society rejected him solely based on his appearance, people ignored a helpless child. The first thing AFO offered him was a helping hand and a hug after being outcasted by everyone. This guy craves touch; he wants to touch and be touched by someone.

Let's return to my point about why he'll like chubby girls and people immune to his quirk. Shiggy does not care about your size; the more, the better. It's not even perverted, he just wants to feel your flesh between his fingers. Does he care that you're bigger than him? No, there's more for him to hold.

Being able to fully touch someone without worrying about his quirk is something that I think he would enjoy. He won't even need to wear his stupid gloves; he could get off on the feeling of his palm massaging your squishy thighs.

Shiggy is in love with your tummy and your arms. He doesn't know why you always insisted on wearing long-sleeves or baggy clothing when he was around, but he doesn't push too much. It's your body and your choice, he's okay with it as long as you are.

It wasn't until one summer day when he saw you with a dark hoodie on while you were sweating bullets. Now, he's concerned. He asks why you're wearing that when it's scorching outside and you confess to him about your insecurities. You're worried he might dislike your stretch marks and hate showing your arms too much. Shiggy's staring at you like "...have you seen my skin?"

When you two are alone, he manages to convince you to wear something lighter and show off your arms. Shiggy can't help but want to touch and caress your body, peppering kisses along your arms and shoulders until you relax. He gives you constant affirmations that your body is stunning; Shiggy will do anything to build up your confidence and teach you not to care about what others think. He'll dust anybody that says mean stuff to you, the most overprotective boyfriend.

You might be too scared to let him see your stretch marks but he's so infatuated by them, not in a bad way. He'll trace along the marks and lines before asking why you're insecure about them; Shiggy thinks they look like waves along your skin, each one is so unique.

Shiggy can't help but be the bigger spoon when you guys cuddle, he just loves having your body close to him. His arm is always safely wrapped around your tummy as he inhales your scent and drifts to sleep. Shiggy loves to knead your skin and sides whenever you cuddle, it always reminds him that you won't decay.

He always uses your chest as a pillow; in fact, you'll probably turn into his own personal pillow, he literally can't sleep without you. When he's playing games or watching TV, he loves to rest his head in your lap or chest while you braid his hair.

Shiggy loves to give and receive hugs. Whenever he hugs you, his arms will engulf you in his embrace as he plants kisses along your forehead, cheeks, and neck. Please give him lots of hugs back, his survival depends on physical affection. He loves your cheeks so much, it's his favorite place besides your lips. He'll give them so many pinches, although they sting. Nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck whenever he's sad or just wants attention.

Shiggy is so observant of your behavior and mood, it's scary. He might not act so considerate to others, but with you, he's your servant. This man depends on your love and affection so much that he'd sulk any time you were mad at him. He loves buying you gifts, especially clothes and things that go with any hobbies you have.

At first, you're a bit skeptical when you see him come home with bags from the mall. When you try them on, they fit perfect — this guy has been memorizing your sizes, where you buy clothes, and your favorite style.

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𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 is a chest man, you can't change my mind. Whether you have none or big ol' bitties, he doesn’t care. Somehow his hands always find themselves to your chest, they’re his stress relievers. He’s so heavy on nipple play; it doesn’t matter where he is, his hands always manage to slip under your shirt and graze along your hardened buds. Decays your bra and shirt because they’re always in the way — you’re immune to his quirk but not your clothes…

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 might not have experience — you were probably his first — but any position that gives him control and let’s him get a nice view of your body is best. Traditional missionary, c0wg1rl, mating press, divide and conquer.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 doesn’t care, he just wants to feel your flesh in his palms. Just wants something to wrap his fingers around, grab. Something tells me he would love choking, to be choked and to choke. Loves to grab your chest for support as he’s pounding on top of you. He will literally get off from watching your body jiggle with each of his thrusts.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 loves to hold down your thighs, pressing them firmly and close to your tummy while his tongue plays with your swollen clit. His hands glide upwards across your thick thighs, caressing your tummy as he moans into your heat at the taste.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 is obsessed with you skin, simply because he can touch, feel, and grasp it — I know I’ve said this already, but I really NEED to emphasize. Shiggy is obsessed with fingering… just the feeling of your gummy tight walls clenching around his fingers drives him crazy.

thank you for reading my presentation/rant. have a wonderful day

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #tomura headcanons #shigaraki tomura headcanons #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #shigaraki tomura smut #mha x plus sized reader #shigaraki x chubby reader #shigaraki x plus sized reader #tomura x chubby reader #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha smut

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years ago

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Life on the farm pt 8 dog sitting is not for the faint of heart pt 1

Everyone celebrated Danny’s success in making portals, Conner on the other hand dreaded it. He only just got his big brother and now he’s leaving and he can’t even go with him to make sure he stays safe. Clark has really come around but he’s not Danny. Danny helped him realize that he will never be Superman and that’s okay, he can just be Conner and no one will be mad. He stood on the porch as Danny ran around the house packing. When the door opens he expects Danny to walk out and instead surprised to find Clark instead.

“It looks like a tornado has gone through the house.” He says with a laugh before sitting on the porch. The two sat in awkward silence for a moment before Conner tried to break the ice.

“What was it like… growing up on a farm?”

“Um, well there were a lot of cows…” he said awkwardly. Neither really sure how to interact away from league work and training.

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From inside Ma sees the interaction and sighs, turning to Danny “they’re trying so hard but they just can’t seem to click. Clark’s improved a bit but I think it’s still hard for him to disassociate Conner from the fact that he’s a clone.”

Danny pauses in his frenzy as he places a pie in a suitcase. “Hmmm, I think they just need a little push.” He stops for a moment before popping up and snapping his fingers. “I’ve got an idea.”

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The awkward silence was suffocating. When Danny came charging out of the house both of them nearly sighed in relief. “Alright everyone, I’ve gotten everything I need for the next few weeks together, called everyone to let them know they won’t be able to reach me, and gotten all my chores done for the week. I’ve only got one thing left to do before I leave.” Danny swings his bag around and pulls out an excited Cujo “Ma and Pa have a lot going on for the next week with the festival coming up and the last thing they need is Cujo underfoot. I’d take him with me except the observants hate him with a fiery passion because he made a mess of their lair. Unfortunately they are some of the main ghosts I have to deal with so he’s staying here… with the two of you.” The two of them looked at each other before looking back, ready to protest, but stop as Danny holds up a hand “I know you guys think you could probably handle him alone but trust me when I say… you can’t. So team work it is, I’m sure Conner could stay with you in metropolis and take care of him while youre at work.” Danny smiles while plopping Cujo in Clark’s hands “Make sure you take him to visit Wolf every now and again, he loves playing with his little buddy. Oh and don’t forget, he’s a ghost. You don’t need to feed him but it wouldn’t hurt to bring him around grave yards, he loves playing with young spirits.” Danny takes a deep breath and grins at the flabbergasted looks on his brothers’ faces “oh yeah your gonna do great.” He crouched down to look Cujo in the eye. “They’re idiots, but they’re our idiots so be a good boy, keep them safe okay?” Cujo perks up and gives him a loud bark “that’s my big boy!” Danny gives him some behind the ear scratches.

Ma and Pa join them outside as Danny rips open the portal, they stand side by side as Danny prepares to leave “You stay safe now son! Don’t let those Observant fellas push you around hear me” Pa yelled. Danny laughed before charging up the porch to give his parents a hug. He then turns to clark and Conner with a demented grin on his face.

“You didn’t think I was leaving without a hug did you?” He tackled his brothers into a hug, surprising the two heroes with his strength. “Okay guys I gotta head out but I’ll be back, and Ma I promise I won’t forget to get you that recipe!” She nodded at him

“See that you don’t” and with that he was gone.

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The next day

Conner sits on Clark’s couch in metropolis while he’s at work, staring at the forlorn dog plopped on the floor. He sighs “Cmon buddy he’s not gonna be gone long I promise.” Cujo gives him a whiny groan and curls in on himself. Looking around the apartment he sees a glowing leash sitting in the basket of supplies Ma and Pa provided for them. After a little digging he managed to locate the collar Zatanna enchanted to disguise wolf, he held the two items up and turned to cujo. “You feeling up to a walk buddy.” Cujo perked up wagging his tail. He gave a happy bark in the affirmative. After getting Cujo on the leash the two make their way to the park. Cujo seemed enamored with everything, he stopped at every fire hydrant to sniff and pounced at every group of pigeons. When they arrived they just took a normal path, just to get Cujo some exercise, this is when they encountered their first obstacle. About halfway through their walk they came upon a girl with a large Great Dane, Cujo had wandered a good distance on his extending leash when the girl approached Conner. With a smile she tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Is that your dog? Aww he’s sooo cute! What his name?” Conner looked over at the girl.

“His name is Cujo, he’s actually my brother’s we’re just dog sitting while he’s on a trip.” She moves to stand next to him, making him a little uncomfortable.

“That’s so sweet! This is Maximus, he’s my precious baby. Hey here’s a thought, we come through the park just about every morning. Maxi just has to have his exercise, how would you feel about joining us?” She asked batting her eyelashes

Conner hesitated. The girl seemed nice and Cujo seemed to be lonely with Danny gone. He’s just getting ready to agree when Cujo returns to his side, the friendly dog suddenly stepping between Conner and the girl. Maximus pins his ears back and starts to growl at the smaller dog. The girl starts trying to pull him back “I’m so sorry! He’s never like this!” Cujo takes a step towards the bigger dog and barks at the bigger dog.

Maximus’ tail goes between his legs and he starts whining. “What’s wrong baby? You’re not scared of that itty bitty thing are you?” Cujo starts to growl at the girl. Conner picks him up

“Sorry I don’t think Cujo likes Maximus too much, them hanging out would probably be a bad idea. She quickly turns around

“What? Why should that matter? They’ll get used to each other.” She tried to persuade him. Cujo barked again and Maximus started to pull her away.

“I don’t think they’re gonna get along. Sorry we should probably get going.” Conner quickly made his escape. Once they made it a good distance away Conner gave Cujo a sigh of relief. “Thanks buddy. She was weird, you wanna head over to the grave yard? You’ll probably find more friends over there.” Cujo bounced up and down and ran in an excited circle, Conner laughed at his antics. “I’ll take that as a yes” and so the two made their way to the nearest grave yard. When they arrived Cujo went crazy, he choked himself on the leash a few times before Conner let him off the leash. Conner slowly walked among the graves, trailing behind the graves.

While he couldn’t see what, or who, he was playing with Cujo ran around as though chasing someone. He was having the time of his afterlife. After awhile Conner noticed it was getting late and called Cujo back. He raced back and attempted to tackle Conner to the ground, unfortunately he was used to such behavior from wolf and so Cujo had little success. Conner laughed and put the leash back on the puppy “we gotta head back bud, Clark should be back soon.” Cujo gave Conner a happy bark “you like Clark huh? Can you keep a secret?” Cujo tilts his head “I like Clark too. I know we didn’t get off on the right foot but he’s everything I wanna be. I don’t me his powers, those are amazing but I’ve come to the understanding that I’ll never have those. I did at one point but, they cost me big time. I’d rather stay me than be Superman, Clark on the other hand? He seems to have everything figured out. I can barely walk through the park without getting mixed up!”conner sighed “what do you think buddy?” Cujo tilts his head in confusion “yeah it’s pretty weird huh? C’mon let’s get back, Clark said he might invite Lois over for dinner.”

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‘My idiots are weird.’ Cujo thought to himself as he escorts the child back to the den. Honestly they were ridiculous, that girl clearly wanted to mate with the child, but he is much too young for mating. Poor thing has no idea, Cujo made a promise to his Phantom. He would protect his idiots. The big one is the keeper of the den he’s staying at, it is a small den. Not like his Phantom’s den, his den is very big, with plenty of room to stretch and run. Nightmare calls it a castle but what does that stupid alicorn know anyway? He’s got flames in his head. The child says the loud story teller is coming for dinner. She’s fun, she will be a fine mate for his big idiot.

Cujo races up the steps checking behind him to make sure the child is following, silly child likes to wander. When they approach the den he hears voices from the inside. At first he plans to simply walk through the tree wall but the child hasn’t learned to do that yet, not like his phantom, so he waits for him to open the wall. The loud story teller is inside with the big idiot. She smells nice. He wanders over too her and she picks him up “Hey little guy, how have you been?” Cujo barks and give the loud story teller some welcome kisses. She needs to know she is welcome in the pack. After all his phantom has already approved.

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“He’s such a sweetheart!” Lois exclaims before catching sight of his collar ‘Axiom labs’ there’s a frown on her face, Clark gives her a concerned look “later, for now let’s eat before the food gets cold. I worked hard to put that Chinese on the table.” She said with a smirk. Conner laughed as he finished setting the table (well trained from his visits to the farm).

Once they all sat down and started to eat Clark try to make conversation. “So what did you two get up to while we were at work?” He asked politely

“We went to the park for a bit, at least until Cujo here scared off this girls Great Dane.” He said with a grin. Lois suddenly looked interested “a girl?” She questioned

Conner shrugged “yeah, she was walking her dog in the park. She wanted Cujo to hang out with her dog but it seems not all alive dogs are big fans of ghost dogs. She was pretty weird though, she wouldn’t stop blinking.” Lois snorted her wine, laughing at the poor boy. Clark jumped up with a napkin

“Oh boy! You may not have been raised on that farm, but you are a farm boy through and through!” She said through her laughs. Clark looked confused.

“How so?” Lois looked back and forth between the two confused Kryptonians. She laughed even louder.

“Oh man smallville, you two are a class act you know that?” She tries to calm down “she didn’t care about the dog, she was flirting with you. Don’t worry Clark here took an entire year to realize I was flirting with him.” Conner blushed, embarrassed, and Clark wasn’t doing much better.

“We’ll then it’s a good thing Cujo was there. I don’t think M’gann would appreciate her hanging around.”

Clark perked up “how are things going between you two?” Conner shrug

“Okay I guess. When we’re at the mountain everything is fine…it’s just..” Clark nudged him

“What’s wrong?”

“M’gann has started to use her mind control on our enemies more and I don’t like it. I’ve tried talking to her about it but… she just doesn’t get it. I’ve been there before, I know what it’s like to not be in control. I hate it.” Conner accidentally crushes the chopsticks in his hands. He looks at the utensils angry that he lost control. Clark just passes him a new pair.

“Don’t worry, I always grab extras just incase. You know when I first started dating Lois she would insist on Chinese at least once a week. I went to the store and bought as many pairs of chopsticks as I could so I could practice not breaking them.” He laughed “I went through so many pairs of chopsticks, I used them to make a fire for marshmallows afterwards. That fire burned for over an hour.” Conner snorted his noodles. Clark smiled “as for M’gann, I know she comes from a different culture, but if she’s doing something that makes you uncomfortable you need to talk to her about it. I know it’s hard to hear but you shouldn’t be in a relationship with someone if they don’t respect your boundaries.” Lois smiled.

“I’ll admit I probably pushed those boundaries more than my fair share when we first started out.” Clark snorted

“Yeah, I think shooting me with blanks pushed a few boundaries” Conner looked at Lois in shock.

“I’m gonna need a little more context here.”

The two reporters dove into the story of the great identity reveal with gusto. The three ate and laughed until the food was gone.

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Cujo curled up in his bed, proud of his accomplishments. He enjoys his rest while his people eat, but soon enough the den goes quiet and Cujo gets bored.

———-

When Conner woke up the next morning Clark had already left for work. He eats his breakfast and gets to work on his summer reading list. After about an hour of that he goes looking for Cujo so he can take him for a walk. He searches the apartment, then he searches again. He frantically grabs the phone to call Clark, he picks up on the third ring. Before he can even greet Conner he’s interrupted

“IS CUJO WITH YOU?!?!” Clark jumps from his seat, surprising Jimmy, who was showing him pictures.

“No, I thought he was with you.” He can hear Conner searching the apartment through the phone. “I need you to calm down, I gotta talk to Perry and I’ll be there soon, we’re gonna find him.”

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #big brother danny #ma kent #pa kent #Clark kent #conner kent #Cujo #life on the farm #pt 8 #dog sitting part 1 #was not supposed to be this long

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jackfrostsisterssisterinlaw · 3 years ago

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They say Hell is better than Heaven

League of villains x Y/N (Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Twice and Mr. Compress) A/N : sorry I didn’t do the others. I felt like I didn’t know them well enough.

word count : 925 warnings : none.

Tomura Shigaraki will tear the world apart to find you, disintegrating anyone or anything that stands in his way. He is powerful and reckless, driven by one thing. His love for you. He doesn’t care if he gets hurt. It doesn’t matter to him if he doesn’t make it as long as you do. If you don’t make it, he vows to disintegrate himself so that his atoms can join your atoms and he can hold on to you and never let go. He disintegrates himself after disintegrating the world of course. Because what kind of world is a world without you? He’s a little showy and impulsive cinnamon bun but he’s your cinnamon bun so you put up with him. And love him. hopefully you never get hurt because if you do, then us innocents also will suffer. Stay safe...for our safety!

If anyone makes fun of you, Toya Todoroki (Dabi) will politely and efficiently make that person go up in flames. Literally. He doesn’t want anyone to make you feel like you aren’t wanted, the way that he once did. He tries to protect you from everything which sometimes gets on your nerves but you realize that he’s paranoid because he knows what being hurt is like. You gently touch his scarred face and kiss him. You can feel his power from the mere touch, a small spark waiting to be fueled into a raging forest fire. But he can contain it. And he will contain it. For you. But if someone tries to take you away from him, well that person had better pray to all the heroes to come to their rescue.

Himiko Toga loves you like no one has ever loved you. You used to find her annoying because she seemed so happy and morbid at the same time but the more she clung onto you the more she grew on you and now you two are inseparable. She loves keeping her pig tailed head on your lap and telling you all the bloody and gory stories she wants to. You’ve got used to it now but now and then because she knows it makes you uncomfortable, she talks about how much she loves you and how she gets insecure that you might turn away from her and get disturbed because she’s morbid. You lovingly tell her that, that could never happen. And she snuggles comfortably into you. If anyone tries to push you away and tells you that you are weird, Himiko Toga brightly smiles at them, lavishly licking her incisors and will turn into that person’s worst nightmare. Maybe someday she’ll bring the bloody body back and ask you if it’s pretty. Hopefully not because then you’ll both have to run away together to escape the heroes and the cops.

Twice loves you twice as much as the person who once loved you the most. Even though he struggles with who he is and if he is just a clone from his experiment both of him agree on one thing. They love you so much and neither of them can live without you. He sometimes finds it difficult to talk you to you because both sides start yelling instructions and at one point he acts like the hot bad boy and the next, a total nerd. But you thought it was really cute the way he kept changing personalities to make him seem appealing to you. After laughing at him for trying so hard, you told him you would date him. When you learnt about his mask, you smiled and said that you would wear a mask too if that made him feel less self conscious. He stared at you open mouthed like you were an angel. Which you were. When anyone approaches you he starts cloning himself to scare them off and when he saves you and if you’ve got the smallest wound, his half and half will break into a huge argument trying to figure out who’s fault it was until you wrap your arms around both of them and say that you’re fine and thank you for being the hero. At which both of them shut up and display the type of satisfied smile two friends have when they nudge each other after they get the chick.

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) is an entertainer. He can make you smile no matter the circumstances by reaching into his pocket and bringing out a full bunch of very bright and colorful flowers for you. He was a little shy sometimes and you found it hard to talk to him at first because he kept disappearing but then one day you realized all the people had disappeared and he was the only one standing in front of you. (He may have compressed them all because he didn’t want anyone to see this, in case he got rejected) You obviously said yes. This bad ass commitment was hella attractive and you were here for it. He began to grow confident and really became your magic man. A lot of people were attracted to him but his eyes were for you and you only. If someone so much as took a step towards you, he would stand in front of you displaying compressed balls with people suffering and screaming inside it and imply that the same would happen to them. You were a little concerned about this but you realized they were lowlife thugs and decided oh well, the world’s safer anyway. Which is a little concerning, but you be happy :)

A/N: I sincerely apologize for this. the past and present tense mix ups :’)

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