#Random idea

[bluerosefox]

Thinking about another funny DeadTired AU idea.

Deaged Dani and Dan btw.

So does anyone remember that one video of a guy doing a interview and his kids come in the room.

Imagine secretly married DeadTired. Tim is out of Gotham at the moment but in a video call with the Bats or maybe during a WE meeting (Bruce is in the call as well) when out of nowhere the door behind him opens and a Deaged Dani (Ellie), who comes in with a smile and walks in like she owns the place and not long after her in a baby walker Dante (Dan) comes in too, Tim is trying to keep a straight face but inside is panicking when he realizes he didn't lock his office door (which is coated with anti-ecto paint that only work when its locked and it keeps the kids out) knows there is no way to keep them a secret anymore.

Then Danny comes sliding in, grabs the kids, whisper/shouts a "Sorry Tim!" and gets them out.

Tim is silent for a moment, takes a breath and tries to resume the talk.

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[aaeeart]

it's the shock of being threatened with death that's gotten her so frozen. no other reason

[flamingpudding]

The Stand-in Job

Danny loved his job. It was an easy on call job he got rather on accident. But it paid well and gave him enough time to deal with ghost matters outside of scheduled work hours.

Though now he got stuck in a situation his Boss had not provided him with a script and or explanation how to behave for.

Danny was a simple Stand-in. Sort of like a Stuntman kind of job. His boss was paying him to simple take his place during public appearances, or meetings with no big decision he has to sit through just to listen. Or on the easiest of days, to just sit in his boss office so it appears that someone is there while his boss was doing who knows what. Danny doesn't question, that's why his boss liked him.

But again, no where in his contract was described how he was supposed to handle this situation. So now he was stuck having beat up a couple of wannabe kidnappers and some vigilantes talking to him all casually going on and on how 'Tim', his boss, wasn't supposed to do that to not risk his public image. Should he record this as evidence for his Boss? It sounded like these vigilantes were spilling some of his boss' secrets that shouldn't be known to the public.

Tim just needed someone to sit in his place to make it appear like he was there when he had cases to work through. Danny was the perfect hire for it and Tim liked very much that Danny doesn't ask questions, like he understood. Yet when Danny sent him a text questioning how he should behave as Stand-in in front of Gotham's vigilantes.... Tim wasn't sure if he should feel offended or highly amused about his siblings not realizing that the one kidnapped in public hadn't been Tim but his Stand-in Danny.

[chaewcake]

life   있   is   a   𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝   choice.  

𝒪ne   day   we   have   to   choose   what   kind   of   person   we   are   going   to   be.  

✩   𝗐𝖾   𝖺𝗋𝖾   𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀   𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   𝖿𝗈𝗋   𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾   𝗍𝗈   𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇   𝗎𝗌   𝖺𝗇𝖽   𝗌𝖾𝖾   𝗎𝗌   𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 운여.

✧  𝒮 .  𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀   𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇   𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌   𝗒𝗈𝗎   𝗂𝗇   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍   𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

─   𝒴ou   don't   need   to   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞   others   of   who   you   are   윋응

♥︎   no   one   can   𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐦𝐞   more   than   i   can.

𝟤𝟤 : 𝟥𝟣 ఇ     𝒊   decided   to   love   the   destiny   that   chose   me.

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[injuries-in-dust]

Humans being like livestock guardian dogs to aliens 👽

Loyal, gentle, strong and patient. They'll rest and relax with you on the porch, or play with the kids all day every day.

But if something tries to threaten that alien family, that same human will vanish for two days and come back covered in blood (none of it their own.)

Edited: changed "herding dogs." To "Livestock guardian." I got my dog types mixed up.

[theglamorousferal]

I read a phic roughly 14 years ago where Danny made his closet door the door to his lair and he based it off Escher paintings and a little bit of Bosch. I wonder if the modern-day equivalent would be the back rooms?

What if the back rooms all connect to Danny’s lair? Would he set up certain spots at places he frequents to get into his haunt and then home faster than the bus? You would have to be at least a little ecto-contaminated or liminal to get through, or a ghost, or magic.

If you go a certain route in Casper High or the Mall then you end up in the back rooms and a normal person would get lost, but Danny can figure his way around and anybody else gets lost. He’s able to sense where they are though and he’s able to guide them out.

If he connected to other heroes he could make routes in their cities to be able to get there faster.

Danny makes an extra wing that leads into caves and a certain route brings you to the Batcave. A section of the lair leads to the basement of the office building for the Daily Planet. He sets doors all throughout his lair, one leading to Jump City in the Titan’s basement. Another leads to Central City.

Tucker gets into MIT, so he forms an area that leads to an abandoned tram line. Jazz gets into Gotham U so he connects to an old smuggling tunnel. Sam gets into Metropolis and so he forms a door at the end of an alleyway.

[spacebattleshippotemkin]

Riderman wrote this.

[astro-light-space]

Do y'all think the Bat kids actually despise Brucie Wayne the billionaire playboy? Just imagine them groaning every time Bruce acts like Brucie during galas- because the tone he uses is so unusual for his normal grumpy voice. So when he speaks in that almost cheerful tone, it just catches all the bat kids so off-guard that they actually start doubting if that just happened or if they've been kidnaped and forced into living in some kind of fake simulation- and the worst part, is that Bruce knows they hate it and still does it sometimes out of nowhere just to mess with them-

*one random morning*

Tim: good morning B

Bruce: *in his B*tchboy Brucie voice* oh good morning sweetheart, I made some tea for you on the counter, don't want you all stressed in the morning *skedaddles walks out of the kitchen*

Dick who just so happened to be eating cereal in the kitchen: *drops his spoon into the bowl in shock*

Tim: *equally as confused* what just happened..? Am I having a stroke..?

*Damian and Tim having a slight argument that can get physical at any point*

Damian: I demand you take that back right this instance.

Tim: try me brat.

Bruce: *in his Brucie voice* now now kids, be nice to each other. We don't want a fight breaking out, now do we?

Damian: Father... what..???

Tim: am I having a stroke again-???

*Batman and Red Hood right after beating up some goons at a warehouse*

Jason: *putting his gun away* never going out with you again, I swear...

Bruce: *full Brucie voice* Come on now Son is this any way to talk with your father?

Jason: ... did you hit your head, old man...?

[dat-lil-shark]

Honestly I think there is a lot of underrated ways humans can help Autobots in stopping Decepticons. Like it’s kind of annoying to see that most humans that manage to significantly help are either super geniuses like Chip, Raf, and maybe also Elena, or were just under mega plot armour.

Like they can give a thousand possums diarrhea and let them run free in the cons ship. They can replace a large chunk of their energon with mountain dew. They can also spray moss and mushroom spores all around so the cons got these things growing in their ships. They can also climb onto a con’s back and use a rifle to shoot right into their optics, or drop a scraplet straight into their vent.

And if, like scraplets, the humans will also not be harmed by Cosmic Rust and Cybonic plagues as well, they can just carry themselves bottles of infected energon and go into the cons ship and poison their supplies, like rats spreading the Black Death.

Like, let’s make the humans feral. Even just a little bit feral. If the cons think of the humans as rats, then just let them be rats. Did you ever got rats and cockroaches mess up your entire life? Yeah, let’s make the humans do that.

[pineapple-guy228]

Anya?

I have some strange ideas.

Dandy's world & Mouthwashing

[hoarderfan]

The city hadn’t really changed since they left. Yeah, there were obviously some new shops, and the different buildings had some modernization done. But the essence of the city? Absolutely the same.

For a moment Kitty just stood there. Taking it all in. The noise, the people, the smog filling the air.

She hadn’t realized how much she missed this shithole.

She felt Johnny intertwine their fingers, and she looked to her side where he stood with Shadow wrapped around his neck like a scarf. She gave his hand a squeeze and a tight smile, which he reciprocated. They could do this. They still had each other. No matter how hard that man had tried to separate them.

-----

They had planned their trip before they left. It would have been almost impossible to know where to start otherwise. Fortunately, the Realms has plenty of resources to help those looking for closure. It wasn’t always possible for ghosts to find the kind of closure needed, but those of the Realms would (almost) never try to deprive death-originating ghosts of ways to come to terms with their demise. Which meant Kitty and Johnny easily got access to the archives of homicide records.

And there among rows and rows of filling cabinets, they found it.

Records of the murder of:

Johnny I.N. Felix

and

Kristy Ivgene - Kitty

Killer: Leroy Ivgene

Status: Avenged – Leroy Ivgene has been removed from all realms of existence.

Avenger: Jason Peter Todd – Jason Todd Wayne – Red Hood.

-Residency: Crime Ally […] (Park Row), Gotham.

--Other known locations: Gotham City, NJ […].

Kitty stared at the paper and then reread it. The status update was something she never anticipated seeing. But the thing that stuck out to her the most was the name of their avenger.

“… the kid… it’s Jay Jay! It’s gotta be him!”

“Hah, knew that little shit would be alright”

Even though he said that Kitty could see how relieved he was at seeing the kid’s name. They had wondered sometimes what had happened to Jay after their deaths, but they hadn’t been able to check on him. And later, they hadn’t dared.

“Wait. Since when was he a Wayne?”

-----

So… they knew where to start looking at least. But finding someone in a big city like Gotham was going to take a while. They should have some sort of resonance with Jay given that he avenged them, but ghost fuckery weren’t always that simple and straightforward.

They both agreed that the best place to start looking was Crime Alley. Which came with a big helping of death trauma. Yay…

But the thought of seeing their little Jay again was enough to fight past the slight hesitation.

Their little tour of the city had them seeing both familiar and foreign sights. The drug deals happing down small alleys? Familiar. People skulking down the street? Familiar. Street kids laughing while playing? Sadly, a bit foreign to them. It’s not that it never happened before, but it had been rare.  Something had clearly changed in Crime alley. Something good.

A young man taking a cigarette break while leaning against the wall. Familiar.

It was so familiar that they almost floated right past him without a thought, when they felt a light tug at their cores. They both whipped their heads back around so fast that a regular human would have snapped their own neck.

The man was broad and muscular, and even though he seemed casual his demeanor showed sense of confident resilience that showed he weren’t to be messed with. He had blue eyes and black hair with a white streak at the front. Scars marred his face, with one of them forming a ‘J’.

“It’s him” she whispered.

Johnny didn’t say anything. But he was starring at the kid, the man, with the same intensity as her.

What were they supposed to do now? They hadn’t planned this far ahead. Somehow it didn’t feel like enough to just see him. This man had avenged them!

She looked over towards Johnny, and when he averted his eyes from Jay and met hers, she knew he agreed. They had to talk to him, to thank him, to tell him they were doing okay for a couple of dead people, and then they were going to hug the living daylight out of him.

Now they just had to figure out how to do that without freaking him out too much.

When Jay finished his cigarette and started walking away, they just followed him from a distance.

Did they have to do that while invisible, intangible and unable to be heard? No. But they did it anyway.

Although from the way Jay seemed to tense slightly, it might not have been enough.

Jay headed towards a small alley, and as soon as they followed, they heard Jay rumble out “I know you’re there. Come out while I’m feeling nice.”

She didn’t even think as she let the invisibility drop. The hand Jay had hovering near his gun twitched, but he didn’t make any move to grab it. His eyes widened and she knew he had recognized her. She didn’t know if Johnny had made himself visible, too focused on Jay to check, but she assumed he had.

Jay didn’t move. He just stared at them for a while.

“If this is some kind of trick,” Jay managed to get out through gritted teeth, “I will personally make your lives a living hell”.

Kitty snorted.

Johnny seemed to find it equally amusing since he replied with, “Good luck kid. There ain’t much living about us anymore”.

Jay didn’t laugh. The only indication that he heard Johnny was the slight pursing of his lips.

Ancients, she wanted to know what ran through his head as he went back to staring at them. She took the time to stare right back. She was running her eyes over him, taking the sight of him in. He had grown, that’s for sure, but looking at him like this, all the small bits that made up their Jay shone through. She weren’t a mushy feely type, otherwise she wouldn’t have survived the streets and her family as long as she had, but just seeing him alive made her tear up.

Crying ecto felt different than regular tears. The tears somehow felt heavy on her skin, and it made her emotions run wild in her core.

“Can I hug you Jay Jay?”

He still seemed off-kilter, but he gave a slow and hesitant nod.

She zoomed towards him and threw her arms around him. Jay made a small sound at the impact, but after letting her cling to him for a bit, he wrapped his arms around her in a gentle but firm hug. She heard herself thank him again and again, and at some point, Johnny seemed to have joined the hug. Even Shadow ended up curled around them. She babbled on about how happy she was to see him, and about how proud she was of him and anything else that crossed her mind.

But then she noticed something.

She pulled back from the hug without removing her hands from Jay’s sides, which meant she accidentally broke the hold Johnny had on them. She ignored his tiny protests.

Something was wrong.

Jay looked fine. But now that she had gotten close to him and touched him, she could feel something emanating from him. She had been so focused on the feeling seeing him again had brought, that she hadn’t thought about it at first. Now she couldn’t ignore it any longer. Because it wasn’t a feeling she was meant to sense in a human. It was ghostly in nature. And it was rotten.

She raised her hands to cradle his face. Her concern must have shown on her face, because Jay scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

…Shit. They had to get their kid to Phantom.

Gothamites Never Really Rest

Small warning in this: very light swearing, light mentions of deaths, and tw light touching on the subject of abuse, like very light. But still an fyi.

Danny was used to his main Rogues (Boxy, Ember, Skulker, etc etc, you know those guys) showing up randomly and at odd hours, causing some chaos around town due to their own boredom or just wanting some fun (the more deadly ones were rare to show up and his main Rogues do at least respect him enough to give him the rest of the day off when they sense a ‘big bad’ fight), he fights them, wins, before he send them back to the portal. Then they rinse and repeat this for the next day.

So as he really wasn’t expecting, especially since he had just sent his ghostly quota for the day back to the portal a few hours ago (Boxy of course, and Youngblood (dressed as a Firefighter this time, though the ending for their fight actually ended on a good note. YB had been asking Danny about space, Danny kinda hoped YB will be an Astronaut next time cause that would be fun)), Johnny 13 (and Shadow) to phase into his room as he was heading to bed.

Honestly (he groaned when he realized who it was, dealing with Johnny, Kitty (and Shadow) during a ‘break up’ or ‘lovers spat’ always was a pain) he was expecting Johnny to just start attacking but before Danny could demanded to know what he was doing in his room Johnny hesitatingly asked if they could talk.

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[zhelin-thames]

Wrong Number texts #1

Danny: So then Skulker decides the best way to catch me is by building a giant robot suit. But he forgot to calibrate it for the Ghost Zone’s gravity, so it immediately toppled over and crushed his entire lair. Absolute genius, right?

Jason: I’m torn between laughing and feeling secondhand embarrassment for him. Do all your villains suck this much?

Danny: Hey, I don’t pick my rogues’ gallery. But yeah, most of them are either weird, incompetent, or trying way too hard. Vlad’s the only real threat, and that’s just because he cheats.

Jason: Billionaires always cheat. It’s in their DNA.

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[ourdadai]

🦢  ໜສ  𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽   𝒫𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌   𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅   𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍   𝖽𝖺𝗒 ✿. ( 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵   )  𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾   𝗂   𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽   𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋   𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾   𝗒𝗈𝗎   𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽   𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌   𝗈𝖿  𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽

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[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Werewolf Billy Batson but he got bit as Marvel so only Captain Marvel is the only one who transforms, but he’s more of a day time hero and isn’t out at night often

This causes confusion one night, when after a mission Marvel disappears for a few minutes and comes back as a giant wolf with a thunder-tagged collar in lack of, y’know, clothing to wear the sigil on

Or worse, he turns the first time on the Watchtower right after stepping into one of the windowed areas next to the moon. So suddenly there’s a giant dog on the satellite trying to turn a chair into a chew toy.