#Traumatizing the poor boys

[chenqing9]

I Don’t Know Myself (3486 words) by Chenqing_9 Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky Characters: Otabek Altin, Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva, Nikolai Plisetsky, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky's Mother Additional Tags: Trans Yuri Plisetsky, Psychological Trauma, Otabek on house arrest, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, deadnaming, incarceration, Otabek in jail, Masturbation, Requited Unrequited Love Summary: A depressing little AU about two traumatized boys in love. Who knows how it will end? VERY IMPORTANT mind the tags- I didn’t use archive warnings because it’s past-tense implied rape but it’s for sure heavily implied so please be aware. If this is incorrect and I should use an archive warning please let me know I will change it. Hoping for a short fic like 3 chapters max, bear with me. “I don’t mind if you try once in a while And I don’t mind if I cry once in a while The doors aren’t shut as tight as they might seem I’m just trying to fight my way out of this dream” -The Who, ‘I Don’t Know Myself’

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mike is gonna dread the next FNAF movie,,

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[dangerousdan-dan]

A collection of John curled on the floor and being a mood.

Hellblazer #29, #73 and Hellblazer special

[nelkcats]

The victim is... the same as yesterday?

Since Danny managed to master the power of duplication he noticed a couple of things: duplicates didn't always disappear when he wanted them to, it was possible to make many at once and he could change shapes when he used it. The duplicates also disappeared in ecto when destroyed.

So, when the halfa moved to a new location he decided it made the most sense to release "Human Danny's" over Gotham and stay as Phantom to look at his new home from the sky. He needed to investigate his new surroundings and probably find a better place to live.

This made the bats desperate, they had multiple alerts of "Multiple black-haired, blue-eyed boys wandering into dangerous territories" and "A meta flying around Gotham", Bruce doubted it was a coincidence, maybe the meta was a new villain.

In some cases they couldn't get there in time and the blue-eyed boy died mysteriously, since they didn't communicate with each other, they didn't know it was the same victim over and over again. Danny wasn't surprised when he felt one of his duplicates return to him. Of course, the halfa had no idea he was giving Red Robin traumas about a boy "vanishing on acid".

The batfamily, who remained without communication, thought that some villain was chasing down black-haired, blue-eyed people and killing them. Jason was the first to realize that it was the same boy and he frowned not understanding the situation. He found the meta and he was almost harmless, which didn't have sense.

[softfeelingsandangstywriting]

my thoughts about how Stanley got into the In-Between in the HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB au :3 bc he's my son and i am in terrible terrible pain. i just got a little silly and neeeeeded to get this out of my brain

@a-scary-lack-of-common-sense i'm lowkey (highkey) sure you didn't want 2 be pinged but here is my offering (ricky, when i catch you ricky. when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky--)

uhh word count is ~600, just a little baby drabble

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Shadows. Gold and red, triangles and hands and overwhelming fear.

Stanley.

Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, the cause for Ford’s own terror, he was with the gold and not the scarlet, but he was not supposed to be there, so close to the screaming dangerdangerdangerdangerdanger.

So far from them, he could see his brother's lips moving, moving fast, no doubt speaking whatever he thought may get him out of the situation.

Good, Ford thought bitterly. The demon was his problem and his problem alone, born of his own foolishness.

He’d be damned if Stanley found his way into its maw because of him. He needed to get up, get going, movemovemove before he lost something so dear to him once more. Fidds had been enough to teach him his lesson right and proper.

(Stanford tried to ignore that he’d almost missed the universe’s cue. That he’d almost continued his work towards the likely end of his species.)

No, no– He was almost stilled by the choking darkness, as though he were moving through a sea of molasses to get to his brother. The great beast’s eye did not move, but he could feel its look upon his skin, boring through flesh and sinew and bone into the very depths of his skull. His struggles had drawn its attention.

Yet still, it did not look as starved as it did trapped.

And its newest victim was its only likely way out.

STANLEY!

His voice, though loud in his ears, rang out exactly nowhere. This damn place, trapping him as a witness. Could he fight it? Could he push against it? Where even was he?? A mindscape? If so, who’s? Stanley’s? Because this was a very depressing mind if so. But it wasn’t his, and he had incredible doubts it was Cipher’s. And that was hinging on the question of if they could enter his or not.

A dream, maybe. He prayed it was a terrible, awful, fever-dream vivid nightmare.

That he was very much consciously thinking about and aware of. He wasn’t one to experience lucid dreams, they’d never come to him as easily as they did–

Right, Stanley. Stanley. How had he forgotten? It was, quite literally, the most important task at hand. He needed to try and do something, fight against the oppressing disgust the place was beginning to cause him and the way it felt as though it was beginning to crawl into his limbs and settle there, weighing him down.

Shit. Keep moving, keep kicking. If he stopped he might not try again to get up and that would leave his twin all on his lonesome.

Red and yellow and white and black black black black black black black black– It was all alarmingly starting to mix together in his swimming head. It was getting to him.

What was getting to him?

Right. Stan. Stan. He had to move. The scarlet was being swallowed up by the grow of the golden glow and that was never a good sign.

Stanley still wasn’t looking at him, he’d hardly moved besides the short, uncomfortable fidgets Ford knew of him (they hadn’t talked in so long. Did he get any back from their childhood, out from under pa’s thumb? Did he lose any? How well did he even still know his brother?) and the occasional glance around when the triangle had moved.

Oh, but now he was hastily backing up. A good idea. Ford was closer, but still not close enough.

Not enough to reach Stanley. Not enough to stop the gilded arm that grabbed at his twin while Ford shrieked.

Up it went, the pyramid breaking its shape to bend backwards and

down

and

down

and

down.

And Stanley was gone.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons cause I love this chaotic little family

I’ve seen a lot of people say Ambrosius is a morning person and Bal is a night owl 

And I have to respectfully disagree 

Will Bal pull some all-nighters in the lab? Absolutely 

But this man is the most early bird coded character I’ve ever seen in my entire life 

When he isn't fully invested in a project he can't stay up past 10 pm

He wakes up at 6 am refreshed and barely needs caffeine 

I’ve also seen a lot of people say he’s a dedicated coffee drinker but something about this man screams “Coffee gives me migraines” 

Ambrosius on the other hand 

That’s an insomniac if I’ve ever seen one 

He’ll get ready for bed around 9 and then stay up til 3 in the morning

Poor babe needs coffee in an IV

He used to wake up really early back in the institute cause he was forced to run a mile every minute he was late to class 

And he’s a heavy sleeper so after the wall came down and he quit being a knight he wouldn't wake up before 1 pm even with Bals help 

And Nimona is just as bad 

Most nights Ambrosius will leave the room because he moves a lot when he can’t sleep and Bal is a light sleeper 

He’ll sit in the living room watching tv while trying to sleep and most of the time Nimona will join him 

Every once and a while Bal will find them laying on top of each other on the couch and will take them back to their respective beds 

And if you’re wondering what their favorite show to watch together is it’s those house-flipping shows 

But not for the reason you think

Most people watch those shows cause they think it’s inspiring 

Ambrosius and Nimona talk about how terrible these people are at their jobs  

They’ll go on hour-long rants about how these people are stripping the houses of everything that made them a home

(Ambrosius is a sentimental bitch and would be a maximalist after leaving the institute prove me wrong)

When Nimona is bored she’ll go into the city disguised as Bal or Ambrosius 

And she’ll fool literally everyone it’s a pretty common occurrence for the boys to be at home and then they hear the other swearing like a damn sailor because there are already news articles about it

The only people she can’t fool are Bal and Ambrosius 

Bal will shut them down almost immediately 

They’ll walk over to Bal and won’t even get a word out before Bal says “Shift back Nim you’re freaking me out”

They always make a big deal out of being caught making big decorations like “I’m getting better and one day I’ll fool you” 

And he’ll hum in agreement but he knows that it doesn’t matter how good he gets or how observant he is he’ll be able to fully copy every little detail 

The details that Bal has spent the past decade and a half remembering  

You know the little things like how he can’t say Bal or Nimona’s names without smiling even when he’s pissed

Or how he scrunches his nose when he laughs 

Ambrosius always acts like Nimona tricked him

He’ll let them get comfortable in the character and then he’ll drop the bomb 

Something small and inconspicuous like “Hey Nim do you want pizza for dinner?” and they’ll excitedly proclaim “Hell yeah pizza!” 

It takes them a second to realize they’ve been played and when they do they never make a big deal about it

They normally just mumble a curse or two and walk away with their tail between their legs (literally)

The first time Nimona tried to trick Ambrosius was when he was having one of those days 

You know the days when even breathing feels like a fucking battle

This was in a really awkward period too

Like right after Nimona and Ambrosius started trusting each other but right before they really started to get to know each other 

But she knew the boys well enough to know if Bal came home to a sad Ambrosius then he’d be in a bad mood for the rest of the day 

And she knows that the only thing that can cure a mopey Ambrosius is Bal 

She walked into the room and started talking to Ambrosius and was kind of surprised and a little bit peeved about how well she was fooling him

Until he said “You can drop the act Nim I know it’s you” 

They kind of just sat in that silence for a minute until Nimona said the first thing that came to her mind 

“You want me to find my sax?” 

Bal shouldn’t have been surprised to find Nimona disguised as him serenading Ambrosius with the worst freestyle jazz he’s ever heard (which is saying something)

He didn’t even say anything he just sat down and cuddled the love of his life while watching their kid try and play the sax while breakdancing

[swimmingchicken9]

oh primis richtofen they could never make me hate you 🫶

[ukelele-boy]

If young apollo had a youtube channel

[cryptiqish]

we’re only two eps in but already waiting in dread for people to start flanderizing and/or completely misunderstand tmagp characters. i saw what u people did to tim, elias and martin last time i can’t do this again

[rockingtheorange]

Things I'm not sure went like they were supposed to in the scene "let's traumatize Zahra" :

Taylor not being able to grab the pants (trousers, dear 🇬🇧) in time.

Sarah yetting the poor shirt🥺

Communication not found. Was Taylor supposed to make Sarah sit on a chair instead of on the bed?

Tzp's concern looks a bit too real tbh🥴

[pushing500]

Kwahu made friends with an anima yak, who is now named Suzette. She'll give us lovely blue anima wool which we can sell or make lovely blue clothes from!

I'm calling this gift from Arwell "Chekhov's Bionic Leg" for no reason in particular.

Anyway, time to go fight a mech cluster!

Well, we defeated the mechs but forgot to get out of dodge before the turrets exploded! I'm sure there is only minimal damage, though, right?

Oh damn. That looks painful... At least we have a bionic leg to replace it, right, Kwahu?

... Kwahu?

oh hell

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[yuesya]

Pain.

Mind-numbing, excruciating. Mechamaru is no stranger to pain –to him, pain is a constant companion, day in and day out, stretching on and on with no end in sight.

He was born with this condition. With a deformed body that was missing an arm, too weak to even stand upright on its own, skin that felt like it was constantly being flayed and even burned beneath moonlight-

Mechamaru is no stranger to pain. It’s something that he’s used to, something that he’s already grown numb to.

And yet, in this moment –all that registers to his senses is pain, his entire body feels like it’s been shattered into a thousand different shards but cobbled together in mismatched pieces all the same, bones grating and burning and he can’t–

He can’t–

Pain burning it’s no use help no can’t stop Special Grade kill I’m dying no escape–

… Miwa… I…

A green light blooms in front of him. Mechamaru gasps, as a sudden coolness washes through his body, leaving nothing but blessed relief in its wake.

Then, a hand rests upon his head, followed by the sound of a soft, feminine voice. For a moment, the words flow over him uncomprehendingly, before he finally realizes them for what they are: Incantations.

“White,” Gojo Shiki intones, and Mechamaru trembles involuntarily beneath the swell of the other sorcerer’s cursed energy.

Another voice speaks up as the hand is withdrawn from his head. Male, mild-sounding. Mechamaru slowly opens his eyes, only to see a green-haired man with a snake draped over his shoulders step back from him. But beside him, the white-haired girl with eerie blue eyes remains unmoving.

… Gojo Shiki.

Mechamaru struggles and attempts to sit up –but it’s no use. His limbs won’t obey him. Mechamaru blinks, and realizes that it’s… wrong. The angle is wrong; that cursed spirit Mahito might’ve fixed his body, but Mechamaru isn’t supposed to be this tall. His body isn’t supposed to feel so swollen and bloated, either, almost as if–

Horror lances sharply through his chest when he catches sight of sickly gray-green skin from the corner of his eye.

Mechamaru is not an idiot. He grasps the implications of this immediately. After all, he’s seen so many of the victims of Idle Transfiguration through the screens of his surveillance puppets; how could he possibly not recognize this?

“Muta-san,” Gojo-san’s voice is calm, neutral. Mechamaru wishes that he has half of the other sorcerer’s calm in this moment –there’s something inside him that wants to scream. The whole point of everything he did was so he could join everyone and walk beside them as a normal person and–!

“Muta-san, focus.”

“What… do you want?” Even his voice is distorted, raspy and near-indecipherable. His mouth moves, but Mechamaru is barely able to form the words and force them out from his throat.

“Information,” the white-haired girl responds. “… But that will have to wait, I suppose.”

Mechamaru breathes out a harsh laugh. Yeah, I bet that’s the case. To think that he would be the first transfigured human-monster to live… there was a certain irony in that, he supposed. One that he does not have the inclination to appreciate.

“Why am I still alive?” he asks bluntly. Even with her arrival… Mechamaru would’ve expected Gojo Shiki to prioritize killing the cursed spirits and Geto Suguru over making sure that he lived. Unless… “Have I already been pardoned by the higher-ups?”

“Colluding with an unknown, malicious group of Special Grade cursed spirits and curse users is a crime, Muta-san,” she responds mildly.

For some reason, Mechamaru snaps.

“You think I don’t know that?” Of course it’s a crime. Of course it’s a crime! … But what other choice did he have? Mechamaru so desperately wanted to be normal. He’d never asked to be born with this goddamned Heavenly Restriction that left him an invalid cripple! He’d never wanted this!

He just… he just wanted to be able to walk next to everyone.

To smile, to laugh with them, beneath that brilliant sun.

… He’d wanted it so badly, but it was… impossible. Impossible, until a Special Grade cursed spirit with the ability to freely change the human form showed up on his radar, and–

What other choice did Mechamaru have?

“… You don’t understand,” he finds himself growling at the other sorcerer, who remains perfectly composed and unaffected by his agitation. Ever the image of perfection, Gojo Shiki. Gojo Shiki, who was the princess of the Gojo Clan, the blessed child who’d been born talented and powerful and would never, never be able to relate to the same desperation that clawed at Mechamaru from inside. Who could just sit back calmly and judge him from her high seat –what gave her that right?! “You don’t understand!”

“I do not,” she says. “To clarify, are you admitting to betraying the administration and aligning yourself with Geto Suguru?”

“NO!” Mechamaru roars. Because-

He wants a normal, healthy body so badly, but… he’d never truly been on Geto’s side. Because Geto wants to destroy everything, and Mechamaru cares about everyone in Kyoto High, and… and Geto was a threat to them all. It had only ever been a temporary arrangement. Mechamaru would use Geto to accomplish his goal of being healed, and allow Geto to use him for information-gathering in the meantime. Then, once he finally got what he wanted–

… ha. Just what is he saying? Just look at Mechamaru now –broken and defeated, a transfigured monster. And he only had himself to blame for it.

Mechamaru shakes his head roughly, forcing himself to refocus.

There’s… there’s another person standing next to Gojo-san. A young man with dark green hair and piercing gold eyes, and for some reason just looking at him sends a chill running down Mechamaru’s spine. There’s… there’s something truly awful about his cursed energy, almost as if–

“It’s fine,” Gojo-san has a hand held out in front of the new arrival. “It was merely an emotional outburst, nothing more.”

“Very well,” the boy says, with a brief glance towards the other sorcerer. There's something rather strange about the way he speaks, the lilt and the accent of a foreign dialect, although Mechamaru is uncertain of how to place it. “But if he is unable to control himself–”

“I will adhere to the terms of the binding vow… ah, the contract that I have promised.”

Binding… vow?

… Gojo-san… made a binding vow for him? And if he was reading this situation correctly, it was to... ensure his safety, in the monstrous form that he now wore...?

A complicated mix of emotions wash over him –shame, fear, apprehension. Mechamaru swallows roughly.

…

(“Wait, what do you mean, we’re in a different world?!”)

[pierkyn]

Dragon's Dogma 2: Pawn's Travelogue in a nutshell

you KICK my Pawn? you kick his body like the football?? jail for the Arisen! jail for the Arisen for One Thousand Years!!!

[minty364]

DPXDC Promp#58 Part 5

When he came too he was in the basement.

A soft hum came from the now activated portal, Danny couldn’t help but stare at it, the swirling green was mesmerizing and something in him felt a little different. He thought about what that might be for a moment but he was unable to tear his eyes away from the swirling patterns that called to him, beckoning him. 

“D-Danny?” Jazz said from behind him her voice was small and quiet, Danny almost didn’t hear her. 

He was sitting so he let himself fall onto his back and looked up at her.

She was right behind Damian and Tim who were watching him apprehensively, their hands held up in a defensive position. Jazz had a look of confusion and dread on her face while Damian also seemed confused but there was an anger there that Danny couldn’t quite place. Tim meanwhile looked like he was preparing to steal his emotions, probably because he was the eldest of the group. 

He wasn’t sure what was going on but he looked around the lab for the sink he knew had a mirror over it and when he found it he got up and walked over to see his reflection. Or well he tried, his body started floating as soon as he stood, he somehow was able to get to the mirror and looked at his reflection.

He was paler than before, almost as white as a sheet, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. His once blue eyes were a vibrant neon green, his hair once black is now white as snow. Even his hazmat suit inverted colors. White boots and gloves and a black suit. 

He fell back from the mirror onto his back as he shifted away from his reflection. It was terrifying that he could see Jazz, Tim, and Damian watching through him, he was transparent like he wasn’t really there.

He had really died, he was a ghost, the very thing his parents ranted on and on about every time he or Jazz was in ear shot. They’d rant about how evil they were and how they’d find one to dissect after the portal was completed. If that wasn’t enough he realized he couldn’t feel his pulse and he hadn’t been breathing this entire time.

He was panicking now, what exactly did this mean for him? Was his parents going to find him in the basement and try to dissect him? Should he go into the portal? If it did go to the ‘ghost zone’ as his parents called it shouldn’t he live there now? 

He could feel himself start to break as silent sobs wracked his body, he still wasn’t breathing but that probably didn’t matter if he was a ghost. 

If his parents were right about ghosts that meant he was a monster now, he probably wouldn’t be allowed near anyone again. He’d never be able to feel the warm embraces of his sisters hugs again. He desperately wanted to feel that warm again. It was the only feeling he could cling onto, and it was then that something happened. 

A bright light flashed around him, a ring around his center that split in two, one going up and the other going down.

When it was done, Danny was back in his white hazmat suit with black accents. He scrambled back up to see his reflection and he was indeed back to normal somehow and he was again tied to earth's gravity.

He could feel tears well up in his eyes again as he turned around to Jazz and their friends, “I-I’m alive?” he couldn’t stop his voice from trembling, his entire body felt chilly and he couldn’t stop himself from crying, sobbing as he struggled from air that he apparently needed again.

Damian and Tim shared a glance but Jazz ran past them as she pulled Danny into a hug. His sister was so warm and he couldn’t help but melt into it as the two cried sobbing and clinging onto each other. 

Danny was here and he was somehow alive, he was sure being a ghost was permanent but somehow he was alive and he could hold, hug, and protect those he loved. A warmth spread from his chest. 

He could tell he was indeed different now, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it at the moment. His sister was here and he was hugging her.

Damian and Tim approached slowly like they couldn’t believe Danny was here alive and well either. Damian scowled at Danny, he rarely got frustrated at him but here was and Danny didn’t get why, “why did you sacrifice yourself like that?!” Damian shouted.

Danny took a few calming breaths before speaking, “I-I tripped, I saw you and figured it was too late for me…”

Jazz and Tim looked at him terrified before Tim spoke up, “you mean they built the damn ‘on’ button on the inside?” 

Before either Danny or Jazz could speak up the door leading to the kitchen opened up, “kids? Are you still down there?” Their mom called before heading down the stairs. When she got to the bottom they could see the elegant green dress she wore that hugged her figure. She gasped as she dropped her purse, staring at the portal. “JACK!!” she shouted up the stairs before running over to the lockers to put her hazmat suit back on.

Jack walked down the stairs sullenly but once he too saw the now activated portal he rushed to put on his suit as well. 

“I thought you guys had left?” Jazz asked, pushing Danny behind her protectively, Danny wasn’t sure if she realized what happened yet but keeping him away from them until they had a better grasp over what happened was probably a good call.

Maddie shrugged as she put her goggles on her head letting it snap against her forehead with a little snap, “I forgot my Fenton-lipstick.” The reply was nonchalant.

The four friends found themselves getting pushed out of the lab as the scientists busied themselves measuring and taking readings from their new portal.

They quickly got out of the suits and gathered whatever they needed for the sleepover over at Wayne manor. Danny didn’t really care what he was packing, just shoving things into his book bag. Whatever had just occurred rattled him a little. He couldn’t help but worry that this was just the beginning. 

“That was quite some time you all took,” Alfred noted once they were seated in the back with Tim in the front and Danny in the middle in the back. Everyone kept glancing at Danny to make sure he was okay but he felt fine at the moment. 

“Uh, well,” Jazz started, “something happened to Danny,” she struggled to say. None of them were quite sure exactly what was happening but the sooner they got to a quiet space to discuss they were going too. 

Alfred glanced at Danny from the rearview mirror as he drove, “will we need to take Master Daniel to the hospital?”

Tim cut in before anyone else could, “that’s quite alright Alfred, we aren’t exactly sure what happened but we might have a code lazarus on our hands.”

Danny and Jazz shared a look, they were both equally confused having no clue what code lazarus meant. Tim normally wasn’t this serious although Danny figured the circumstances weren’t normal either.

They'd discuss thing’s later when they had privacy at Wayne manor.

[nelkcats]

Clownmates

Danny and Jason both hated clowns, that really wasn't a secret to any of their friends or family; but for that to be what connected them with their respective soulmate was just ridiculous.

You see, the way you can recognize your soulmate is by the distinctive mark that appears anywhere on your body, since the moment of your birth you receive what will be something significant to both people engraved on you, in Danny & Jason case the mark was in their arm.

That's why after came back to life, Jason wasn't amused that his soulmate had anything to do with clowns, the obviously recognizable smile gave him chills, and for a while he couldn't sleep at the simple thought that the damn Joker was his soulmate.

Something similar happened to Danny, when he was little he loved circuses, thinking that his destined person would be there, but after all the trouble with Freakshow he didn't even dare look at his arm, how could the person destined for him be associated with those vile creatures?

That was the trick that nobody bothered to clarify, significant did not mean positive; honestly they both should be thankful they didn't have some 4, or other reference to death marked on their body.

Because of that reason they both hated Valentine's Day, they didn't dare to look for their supposed soulmate out of horror of discovering them in a circus, it was simply cruel. Danny couldn't stand the reminder of love because he associated clowns with bad things, and he didn't want to think that his soulmate was bad.

So when both Danny and Jason found themselves in Gotham, about to sneak into the clowns dressing room and probably ruin their makeup and decorations out of pettiness, they found themselves looking at each other in concern, and stared before backing off.

Before either of them had a chance to say anything, a clown found them and frowned at Jason claiming his Valentine decorations, Jason grunted and handed them over as Danny watched the scene annoyed "I really hate clowns" he muttered as he watched the scene, when Jason delivered the decorations his shirt sleeve went up a little and Danny noticed a peculiar...smile.

Getting a horrible hunch, the halfa rolled up his own shirtsleeve, revealing the same smile that he had been seen on Jason's arm.

"This must be a joke"