#bullet danny phantom

[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny is "in denial" about the Waynes being vigilantes

Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

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“Is Dick coming to the Gala?” Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

—

(Kyle Weston is the fanon brother of Wes Weston (also a fanon character) who’s whole thing is that he believes in conspiracy theories like Wes, but doesn’t believe in ghosts at all to Wes’s frustration.)

[ecto-stone]

There are con to being a Ghost Writer

[stealingyourbones]

“Pissing all by yourself handsome?” Red Hood turns with a jerk to look at the person who just entered the 7/11 bathroom on the border of Crime Alley at 3:32am. A sickly grey skinned teenager stood in the bathroom. His nasty oil stained leather coat covering his wrinkled white t and black pants with far too many belts holding it up, leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. His hole ridden biker glove covered hands crossing his chest right below his glowing green skull necklace. The half lidded green eyes looking through his straw blonde hair and smug smirk of the ghastly bastard enforcing Red Hood’s choice to pull out his gun and fire at the fucker.

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[satoshy12]

Danny, the Lawful Civlian, has too much fun.

It all started as Danny read the stupid law book of Walker! That was how Danny started to create as much chaos as possible by following the law, especially to ridicule extremes! And man, that is fun, with Walker getting so angry at him and Bullet trying to stop Walker as he broke no laws. + Walker showed Danny this new realm, with many loopholes in the law. And he said he should have fun. And Danny had so much fun here; he found a friend in Klarion, and the Poor Justice League was going crazy! The rules that exist so they can legally be heroes are now abused by that child who is having too much fun!

- Walker only will take danny back when he fixed the Rule book, and that will take long.

[goodfish-bowl]

You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.

blank background version under the cut

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

I found you through the Walker and his dogs post, especially as Captain Holt. Now I need to see Walker as Holt doing the Bone thing. Actually just many things as Holt

Ask and ye shall receive :3c

What? He’s thick skinned, hard to get that sort of reaction outta him… until it’s 21 minutes later.

Fun fact, I hc Walker as 6’6ft so I tried to convey him having to duck the doorframe as he goes apeshit.

[dailudannos]

Public Enemies - What if?

[braisedhoney]

g… get it, he’s… he’s a phantom drifter… heheh…. Ha…

[forestfairyunicorn]

Summary:

When his trusted assistant fell ill, Youngblood sought out for a real pirate to play with, and found it in the most unlikely person dead: Bullet. Little did all three of them realize that act made a big change for their future.

For my first time on Ecto-implosion for the writing aspect, here's a fic for @yudamori-art who got me hooked with their amazing art

Thank you to everyone in EI for an amazing welcome and event!

[daily-dose-of-danno]

Could I mayhaps request some Bullets? He's such a silly goober and it's incredibly hard to find pictures of him anywhere

The poor feller is only in three eps.. no wonder there aren’t many caps of him. Most of his screen time is in public enemies, but he can be spotted in reign storm and phantom planet lol

(The teeny Dannos in these two shots r so cute!)

Season 1, Episode 15 - Public Enemies

[via-the-cryptid]

generally, Ellie’s current mindset as she’s running from the scene of the disaster is ‘oh shit the clown man shot me’. as soon as she drops the hostage somewhere and processes what just happened, however? she’s pissed.

Who does this circus bastard think he is? Ellie may not want to let harm come to innocents, but as a few of you have pointed out, she does not possess the qualms that Danny does regarding murdering her enemies. she was ‘raised’ (in the vaguest sense) by Vlad Masters, and the only reasons she didn’t try to take him out were trauma and concern that his powers and experience outweighed her own. this Freakshow knockoff, however? oh, she can take him, and now, she’s got motivation.

Ace is a bit concerned for her health, but Ellie brushes it off. she’s had plenty of injuries before, and a single bullet isn’t nearly as bad as the portal incident, nor is it as bad as when she was literally falling apart at the seams because her molecular structure was unstable.

she doesn’t mention that last bit to Ace, though. the ghost is already worried enough, so there’s no need to upset her more by mentioning things that are no longer problematic.

regardless, the bullet is still in her side and she would like it to not be, which means it’s unfortunately time for an impromptu surgery. settling down in an abandoned shed near the outskirts of Crime Alley, Ellie steels her nerves and prepares to dig the bullet out of her flesh. she tries intangibility first, tries to see if she can just reach through her body and grab it, but it’s no use. her powers have reset, recalibrated, after the portal mess, and now she’s needed to relearn abilities that were once familiar. back when she was falling apart, it would’ve been easy to turn her body intangible and reach inside, but now? now, she has to do this old-school.

her fingers are just barely into the bloody hole in her side when the Riddler opens the door.

[ghoulishautism]

GIFT ATTACK!!

Turns out I got you @northerngrail as my giftee, get prank'd idiot

Happy Valentines Day, love you

also thank you to @valentines-core-exchange for hosting this event <3

[image description: an illustration of a skeletal man (Walker) and a blue fish-like man (Bullet) walking down a purple-ish hallway. Bullet has his cape wrapped around his tired boss (Walker). Walker is hunched over.

Speech bubbles (in order) read: "C'mon, chief. It's late", "I have more work-", "Theres always tomorrow"

end desc]

[sexy-dance-fighting]

I made a journal spread with some of my favourite panels from a glitch in time because why not lol. It's been my personal flavor of this summer.

[northerngrail]

shouldve been more specific