#danno’s your all might

[finemeal]

Danno Might

[bucketofpaint]

Sick Boi

Part 1 Part 2

Bruce had managed to get invited to have dinner with the Fentons on the guise of going over possible partnerships. And that, fortunately, that allowed Tim to tag along, he was running Wayne Enterprise after all.

They sat at the table with Mr and Mrs Fenton, making the usual small talk.

"May I ask, where might Daniel be?" Bruce asked.

Mrs Fenton frowned. "He wasn't feeling well earlier and wanted to take a nap. I bet he's feeling better, tho. I'll go get him."

"I could go get him." Tim says as he already is starting to get out of his chair.

Mrs Fenton paused for a moment before nodding. " Upstairs, second door to the left."

Tim got to the closed door and knocked. No answer. He knocked again and called out to Danny. No answer. Tim tried to open the door, but it was locked. That never stopped him before, though. A few moments later, the door was unlocked, and Tim was inside.

"Danny?" Tim called heistently. He went over to the bed. It was empty. A slight breeze flitterd into the room. The window was opened. Tim felt a sense of dread. The Fentons have been in Gotham for less than a couple of months. Had Danny already been kidnapped?

Tim watched as a hand grabbed the edge of the window and forced it open. A moment later, Danny Fenton was pulling himself in. He looked up when he was about halfway in. He stumbled backward when he spotted Tim. Tim rushed over to help, but Danny had already recovered and pulled himself all the way in.

"What are you doing here?" Danny hissed.

"You stuck out. Tim said matter a factly.

Danny shushed him. "That doesn't answer why you're in my room, and it's none of your business."

"I think it is." Tim argues. "Gotham is dangerous, and you shouldn't be sneaking out."

"Is everything ok up there?" Mr Fenton called up.

"Everything's good, just showing Tim my rocket."

"That’s great Danno, it's almost time for dinner."

"Well, if you won’t tell me, I'll just tell your parents."

Danny tensed, his scowl being replaced with panic. "Fine," he sighed, " I was meeting my sister."

"Ok. Why sneak out?" Tim replied as if Danny hadn't dropped an absolute bombshell.

"She and my parents had a disagreement."

The way Danny said it made Tim sure it was much bigger than just a disagreement.

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[2tcs]

day 1: camping and candle

“Ugh. Why are we doing this again?” Danny complained as he watched his dad pull supplies out of the GAV.

“Well, your dad and I agreed that everyone has been a little too stressed. What with the ghosts destroying part of the school and your father and I's recent slump.” Maddie absently replied as she began clearing a spot for the fire pit.

“Besides Danno. This gives us the perfect opportunity to try out the new and improved Fenton Anti-ghost Tent.” Jack shouted as he put a glowing box on the ground and pressed a button on the side that caused it to fold out into what could only be described as a family-size carnival tent.

“Hay Jazz?”

“Ya Danny?”

“Please tell me you packed the actual tent.”

“Yes. I even managed to buy a box of MREs in case Mom and Dad brought contaminated food again.”

“A week of MREs. Yay. Well, we might as well get our side of camp set up 'cause I am not sleeping in that.”

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“Come hi everyone this is going to be fun. Think about it! Tents, roasted marshmallows, campfire stories. This will be awesome.” Dick said as he jumped out of the van and started unloading camping supplies.

“This is a survival training exercise, Richard. Not a family bonding trip.” Damian said as he looked at the single-family size tent that Dick had packed.

“For once I agree with Damien. This is not what I would consider “fun” or “awesome”.” Tim said as he set up his laptop to finish his report for the next WE project that is due next week.

“I just want to know how the hell I got roped into this.” Jason grumbled as he started picking up stones for a campfire ring.

“Come on guys. This is as close to family vacation as we have been able to get in, like, ever. Let's make the most of it and have some fun.” Dick pleaded with them. “You agree with me, right Duke?”

“I mean. Except for you and Damien, we're all city kids. But I guess it could be fun.” Duke hurriedly added on as he saw Dick start to pout. “Yeah, yeah. Well, I ain't setting this up myself. Duke help me with these rocks. Tim helped Dick set up the stupid tent. And Damien you got the most experience in survival training. I need you to go through and scout the area and pick up wood for this fire.” Jason said while ignoring Dick's happy dance at his family getting along and helping each other.

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“Come on Danno! How can you protect yourself from ghosts if you don't put on the Anti-ecto Spray?” Jack asked as he followed Danny as he gathered wood for the fire.

“We're in the middle of the forest, Dad. All we have to worry about out here is bugs and bears. And we have a spray for both already.” Danny argued.

“He's right Dad. Besides you have that Ecto Shield that will be covering the camp once everything is set up for the night.” Jazz said, watching as her dad pouted and walked over to their mom.

“Madds? You'll put on the Anti-ecto Spray won't you?”

“I'm sorry dear. But you know that stuff causes my skin to rash. I think I might be allergic to something we used in it.” Maddie said as she pulled out a dutch oven and some baking supplies. “Here honey, why don't you go and make some fudge? I know how much you like your campfire fudge.”

“Campfire fudge is pretty good. But we're going to need more firewood if we're going to bake.”

“I got it Dad.” Danny said, taking off into the woods in a desperate attempt to get away from all the anti-ghost stuff.

“That's my Danny Boy! Always eager to help out. Make sure you get some good size logs too!”

“I’ll go with him. For the buddy system.” Jazz said as she began to walk in the direction Danny had run off in.

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“Tt.”

“Don't Tt me. A dutch oven is an essential if you are going camping.” Jason said as he checked to see if the water was boiling before moving the pot back over the fire so that the water in it could stay hot.

“It is cumbersome and will weigh us down if we must move quickly through the woods.” Damian huffed.

“Well, it's a good thing we aren't going to need to move quickly through the woods. Now here's a knife and some potatoes. They've already been washed so now they just need cut up.”

“And what makes you think I will help you cook?”

“For the same reason that Tim is cutting up veggies and Duke is cutting the vegan turkey sausage. If you want to eat. You need to help.”

“Richard is not helping.”

“Richard would burn the forest down if we let him do anything more than roast marshmallows.”

“Hay! I'm not that bad.” Dick whined from where he was still struggling with the tent.

“August 26th, 2010.” Tim deadpanned as he put the veggies into the oven.

“Okay. That's not fair Tim.”

“Um. What happened in 2010?” Duke asked before they were interrupted my a loud explosion to the east of them.

“Put a pin in that Glowstick. I think we should check that out.” Jason said as he put the lid on the pot and moved it away from the fire before Tim quickly grabbed the bucket of dirt they had and smothered the fire with it before taking off towards the sound.

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“What the hell was that!” Danny yelled as he dropped the sticks he was carrying and ran back towards camp.

“I don’t know! Just run!” Jazz shouted back as she pulled out her collapsible creep stick and tossed Danny the laser lipstick.

By the time they broke through the brush, they saw the camp in chaos. The new tent was trying/failing to eat Jack and Maddie was fighting the ecto lights.

“I kinda want to let them suffer.” Danny said as he deactivated the lipstick. Only to sigh as a group of four men ran into the clearing and began to try and help.

“I don’t think that’s an option anymore.” Jazz commented as she watched the human tank shoulder-check their dad to get him out of the way while a tall slender man expertly climbed the poles of the tent to get to the power switch that was at the top of the tent for some reason.

“I don’t know Jazz. They seem like they're doing a good job.” Danny replied as the shortest and skinnyest of the group tried to help Maddy with the lights.

“I’ll get the lights. You get the tent.” Jazz sighed before taking off and using the creep stick to tangle the lights and yank them out of the portable ecto-battery that their parents brought with them. Danny in the meantime ran to the GAV and climbed on top to give him a clear shot at the off button seeing as the tent was moving too much to climb. One clean shot and the tent folded in on itself, back into the box it was that morning.

“Danno! Jazzypants! Good job!” Jack shouted as he scooped both kids into a hug.

“And thank you to you four as well. It’s clear you have had training but you should really leave the ecto fighting to the professionals.” Maddy addressed the young men who had come over to make sure everyone was okay.

“Ecto fighting? Lady I don’t know” The tank asked as he crossed his arms.

“What my brother means to say!” The one who tried to climb the tent interrupted. “Is that we’re from Gotham so are kinda used to having to fight. I’m Dick by the way. This is my brother Jason. Tim is the one who is currently investigating the tent box? And Duke is standing next to him. And last but not least this is Damian!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all! I’m Jack! That’s my lovely wife Maddie, and these are our kids! Jazz and Danny!”

“You were quite adept with your baseball bat. Have you ever thought about training with a bo staff?” Damian asked Jazz.

“It’s actually what I was originally trained in when Mom was training me how to fight.” Jazz said while straightening her hair once Jack put her and Danny down.

“If you want honeybun I can make you a new bo staff when we get home. It would offer more maneuverability during a ghost fight.”

“Ghost fight?” Tim asked as he and Duke walked over to the little family.

“Ya! Me and Madds here are ectobiologists!” Jack excitedly said before Jazz took the wind out of his sail.

“It doesn’t really matter what we are right now. The FAT completely wrecked the camp. The GAV and the MREs are okay but we’ll probably have to move camp or go home.”

“I saw an old cabin to the west of us with some candles and stuff not far from here when I got the first batch of firewood. We could stay there and leave some of our supplies in exchange for anything we use.” Danny chipped in.

“Hay! I think we passed that on the way here! Maybe we can all camp together! Safety in numbers you know?” Dick suggested as he bounced on his toes.

“That’s a great idea! How about you boys gather your camp and meet us there!” Jack cheered before he ran off to pack the GAV back up.

“Danny dear. Can you go with them and mark a trail to the cabin for us? Here’s some orange ribbon to tie to the trees.” Maddy said before ushering Jazz off so that Danny could “hang out with boys his age.”

“So,” Danny said as he started down the trail. “Gotham huh?”

“Yup. Where are you from?” Dick asked.

“Amity Park.”

“The most haunted place in the world?” Tim asked as he pulled out his phone and began typing.

“Sounds interesting.” Duke said only for Danny to through his head back and groan loudly causing the siblings to look at each other.

“Yes, it's haunted. No, I would not recommend going. The government already has it’s nose in it. And even though my parents didn’t recognize a group of Wayens doesn’t mean I didn’t. We do not need that kind of publicity.”

“Fair enough.” Jason shrugged while leaning over to look at Tim’s phone.

“Let’s just get this done.” Danny grumbled trying to walk ahead of the group.

“We’re totally going to investigate this aren’t we.” Duke whispered when Danny was far enough ahead.

“Tt. Obviously Thomas.”

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An hour late but I think I did it. Hope everyone enjoyed it!

[hailsatanacab]

a father's son

Happy holiday truce, @dashing-through-ecto!! I was your gifter this year, I hope you enjoy the fic! Based on your prompt: "Do you need any help, Dad?"

Word count 2.2k - ao3 link

Things have not been going well for Danny Fenton.

Not only did he fail in intercepting Lancer’s call home, so now Mom and Dad know about his latest grades—he didn’t even get enough answers for an F this time, not when he fell asleep within the first five minutes—but they also caught Jazz taking the trash out for him.

“That’s one of your chores, young man! Heaven knows you don’t have many of them, which is why you need to be responsible and actually do the ones that we give you! It’s just not good enough, Daniel James Fenton, do you hear me?”

The full name.

It’s not often he gets it, but it sucks each and every time he does.

What sucks even more is that now, with what little free time he has, he’s cleaning the lab. It’s just not fair!

Broken glass skitters along the floor as he sweeps it up into the dustpan, ectoplasm still clinging to the bottom of the beaker. 

He can’t even goof off—can’t even use his powers to finish quicker—because his dad is sitting at the workbench tinkering with whatever his newest interest is.

Great. Looks like he’s stuck cleaning the boring, human way.

The lab is quiet, but it isn’t silent. 

Ectoplasm drips, maddeningly, from the gloop stuck on the ceiling. That’s a form of torture, isn’t it? Danny’s pretty sure he’s heard that before, that the constant sound of water droplets will drive someone insane. He can relate, because this is certainly testing him.

Dad’s talking to himself, too, little murmurs about what he’s doing, where he should be soldering, how it should be working and why it isn’t. 

Vaguely, Danny wonders what he’s working on. Sure, it’s probably some ghost thing, but that’s not all they do! His parents made some pretty great advances before the portal switched on and monopolised all of their thoughts.

Yeah, that might be wishful thinking, but stranger things have happened! You never know.

Every 30 seconds, the motor on the ecto-filter whirrs into life, syphoning off the excess, pure ectoplasm from the portal and filtering it into something less volatile. In theory.

Underneath everything, the portal hums.

A droning beat that pulses in the same rhythm as his heart. Sometimes, he catches himself staring at it, leaning closer as it calls to him.

It scares him.

“Shit!” his dad shouts, dropping the soldering iron with a loud clang. 

It’s enough to knock Danny out of whatever daydream he’d lost himself in and he whirls around to see his dad sucking on one of his fingers.

They lock eyes, both widening as they realise what’s happened.

“Ah, I mean, suffering spooks! That really hurt…” He shoves his fingers back into his mouth and his shoulders droop as he considers Danny. “Don’t tell your mother.”

Danny laughs.

“Are you alright?”

“It’d take more than that to put Jack Fenton down! All good, Danno, don’t you worry,” he smiles back before shaking his hand out and turning back to whatever he was working on. “Or, I would be, if this hunk of junk was cooperating with me!”

“What’s up?” Danny asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

Normally, he likes to stay out of the lab, as much as he can. 

Obviously, what Phantom does doesn’t count. Phantom can’t help but come into the lab, set ghosts loose into the Zone, trash whatever weapons his parents have got going on, sneak out into the Zone when he can for some much needed R&R. The ectoplasm just hits different there.

“I’m trying to repurpose this toaster, but the ecto won’t run smoothly through the wiring. I think it keeps getting cooked by the element.”

“Oh? Do you need some help?”

Danny doesn’t like spending time in the lab, because if he’s in the lab then he’s either Phantom and he’s trying hard not to be seen or heard, or he’s Danny and he’s being punished.

But his curiosity is piqued.

“Yeah, come here, have a look! Perhaps another Fenton brain can knock some sense into it!”

So, he does.

Hell, anything beats cleaning the lab.

“You’re trying to run it through here?”

Dad nods and shifts in his seat to give Danny a better view.

“But you can’t, because the ecto is tripping the heating element… which is way higher than a toaster has any right to be, wow. No wonder it’s destabilising the ectoplasm, that would destabilise anything.”

Danny pokes around the casing, wiggling the wires back and forth to get a better look at the absolute mess his dad has made of it all. Sometimes it amazes him that his parents' inventions work at all.

“That’s what I’m thinking! But it has to be that high so we can completely break down the ecto!”

“You want it to break down?”

“Yep!” Dad says, clapping him on the back hard enough that he wheezes. He grins down at him when Danny turns around reproachfully. “Think of it, boyo, if we could figure out how to flash fry that ectoplasm high enough so that it evaporates—which it should do, it’s goopy gross liquid, after all!—then you wouldn’t be stuck down here cleaning for so long! We could take it to the streets after a ghost fight and clean up the whole town!”

Well, it’s not a Nobel Prize level invention… Danny’s pretty sure at this point that his parents would be laughed out by the Nobel committee. But, a quicker cleaning of the lab does sound nice.

It would mean he’d be stuck down here a lot less.

Besides… It's interesting.

“What if we…” Danny trails off and pulls the metal frame towards him, grabbing the tweezers as he goes. Vaguely, he’s aware of his dad leaning over his shoulder, the weight of him watching is a comforting presence that he’s not felt in a long while. 

The real trouble is that you need ectoplasm to affect ectoplasm, and that’s not going to work if the object of the game is to evaporate it. 

So what if they don’t introduce the reactive ecto until the end?

He makes quick work of stripping down what his dad’s already done and starts again, this time focussing on keeping the heat contained separately away from the ectoplasm. Just as he’s piecing together a trigger to concurrently shoot a blast of ecto towards the heated tip, Dad exclaims as he realises where he’s going with it.

“Oh! Danny, you’re a genius! Look at that!” Dad laughs and squints closer at what Danny’s doing. “Just wait until your mother sees this, she’s going to be so happy!”

Danny can’t help but grin as he ductapes everything to a piece of toaster casing to give it the first test try. Dad’s enthusiasm is catching as he whoops when the first puddle of ectoplasm burns off in acrid smoke.

They spend another couple of hours perfecting it, welding a case together and branding it with the Fenton F.

It’s not pretty—but then again, when are his parents’ inventions?—a long stick with a cattle-prod-like taser at the end. Instead of electricity, it launches ectoplasm from one rod and superheats the other. When activated, all you need to do is touch the tip to a puddle and poof! It’s gone.

Danny shivers as he watches another pool go up.

But, no! He’s thinking about it wrong. It’s not a cattle-prod, it’s more like one of those sticks you see people using on the highway to jab at the litter on the floor. It’s for cleaning. It’s going to make his lab cleaning chores way easier! It’s—

“Danny, just look at it!”

Danny looks at it, and then back to his father’s face when he can’t bear to see the smoking ecto anymore. It’s painfully happy and Danny does his best to be happy, too.

“Here!” Dad shoves the contraption into Danny’s arms. “You use that and finish what you’re doing and then when you’re done—I can’t believe I’m saying this, galloping ghouls, I’m so happy, I’m working with my boy—we can get to work transferring it over to the Jack o’ Nine Tails! Imagine it, Danny, with one whip and that pesky poltergeist Phantom will be gone!”

Danny freezes.

It feels as if Dad’s just dumped a bucket of ice water over him.

“Poof! Up in smoke!”

The fumes are getting to him. That must be it. His head is swimming and his stomach is churning. There’s a ringing in his ears and it melds with the sharp, stinging whirr of ectoplasm sizzling. It pulses in time with the portal behind him.

He stumbles, almost goes down—almost throws up—but it doesn’t matter. Dad doesn’t see him, already turned away back to the work bench.

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter.

You know what, it’s okay! It’ll be okay, Danny can sneak back down here later tonight and he can undo it all, it doesn’t matter!

Take a deep breath, now, finish cleaning the lab, ignore Dad—it doesn’t matter—and get this over with. Being here makes his skin crawl, he needs to finish—

“I’m so proud of you, Danny.”

For the second time, Danny stops.

Dad doesn’t say anything else, just sits with his back to him, opening and closing his hand over a screwdriver with the Jack o’ Nine Tails splayed out in front of him.

It takes longer than Danny wants to find his voice, but he manages to croak out, “What?”

“I’m proud of you, Danno. I know this year hasn’t been easy for you, don’t think we haven’t noticed. Your mom and I have been talking about how you're doing at school. We're not blind. We know kids can be cruel, and that Dash Baxter… But we're so proud of you for not rising to it. We love you so much, Danny.”

A lump grows in Danny’s throat and his eyes prickle.

His fingers bleach white where they grip the Fenton Evaporator too tight.

“Look at what you can do when you try, Danny! This is the boy that I know, this is the Danny that I love. I’m so proud of what we’ve done here today. It’ll make the world a better place, just you wait! Now, come on, boyo, pass me that soldering iron and let’s really get stuck in!”

And… And Danny does.

With shaky limbs and tears threatening to spill, Danny reaches over and passes Dad the soldering iron, watching as he gets to work, and when his dad asks him to get his hands dirty—“Here, run this wire up the rope, there’s a good boy!”—he does.

Danny does it all and he does it well.

He sucks in a deep breath, swipes a hand over his eyes, and he helps his dad.

He laughs when Dad tells his stupid jokes:

“Quick! What’s red, white, and blue all over?”

“I don’t know, Dad, what’s red, white, and blue all over?”

“A ghost that we’ve beaten into oblivion!”

And he hopes that his mom is going to be just as proud as Dad says she will be when she sees what they’ve done.

It’s easy, really.

If he doesn’t think about it, if he tucks his mind away and just lets his hands get on with it, then he’s just helping his dad and he can do that. He can do it.

He can do it.

So, no, he doesn’t sabotage what they’ve built. He doesn’t add in a failsafe. He doesn’t loosen a few screws, or overload the element, or untwist a few wires.

Danny does his best and at the end of the day his dad holds up the new and improved Jack o’ Nine Tails and absolutely beams at him. A work of art, he calls it.

Danny doesn’t sabotage it then and he won’t sabotage it later, because it’s a work of art. This is what he and his dad built. Together.

Danny can’t help but grin back, happiness curling in his belly even as it gives a sickening lurch.

He doesn’t eat dinner that night, he can’t.

He stays downstairs long enough to present the new weapon to Mom—very pointedly ignoring Jazz’s look—and then he heads upstairs. There’s an English essay he needs to get started on, after all.

He doesn’t miss the look Mom and Dad share, the fond tenderness, the love, the hope, all directed at him.

He’s happy.

They’re happy.

They’re proud of him.

And despite it all, he had fun today! 

When he lays down on his bed, he smiles and he can’t stop the laughter bubbling up as he thinks about his dad. At one point, he had been holding up a circular piece of metal he’d cannibalised from the lamp shade to his eyes, moving it back and forth as he pulled his funny faces, and some of that full belly laugh creeps back in as he remembers doing the same back.

He laughs so hard until he cries, and he cries, and he cries. 

Today, he and his dad built a weapon. 

Tomorrow, it'll be used on him, but that's okay. 

It's okay because today, today his dad was proud.

[maskedemerald]

Weaving Webs CH1

It is time for @invisobang ! I wrote a fic and the wonderful @pricklenettle did some fantastic art that you'll see embedded through out the fic!

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Warnings: Body horror, manipulation, Spectra is her own content warning, Burns, Spider - for like 2 chapters then it goes away.

The Fenton parents were there when the accident happened, they saw Danny die in an act of sabotage. Now they’re just trying to go on with the strange ghost that is all that's left of Danny. While their old college friend is wondering where the subjects of his revenge are.

[Next]

Chapter One - The Accident

The metal panel came free with a few plinks of screws onto the floor making Danny cringe. He knew he’d be the one scrounging around on the floor looking for them later. His Dad grinned not at all phased by the extra work he was creating. Danny leaned over to look and was fairly certain on catching sight of the tangled mess of cables that this was his Dad’s work.

“Alright Danno, I need you to get your small hands in there. Diagnostics say some of the wires didn’t get plugged in right,” he explained with a little chuckle at his own mistake, “I’d fix it but now the paneling’s on I don’t fit.”

“Got it, know which ones?” Danny asked, eyeing the mess.

“Nope, some of the red ones? Some of the greens too. Just give them all a little extra push!” His Dad said before bounding off out of the portal frame to work on some other part of it.

Danny sighed and rolled his eyes, typical Dad. He used a finger to pull aside a bunch of wires to see the circuit board behind but the wires pulled others and obscured it. He huffed a little, the visor of his white hazmat suit fogging up a little before it faded. He was going to have to fix the cable management if he was going to make any progress.

As Danny picked his way through the tangled chaos of unlabeled cables he couldn’t help but be reminded of a spider web. Every few moves of his hand he had to untangle himself Just to get another wire out of the tangle and neatly with the others of its colour. He had to hope that the colours had some kind of system. Even if they didn’t at least they’d be able to see the board.

“Jack? Did you change this setting?” he heard from out in the lab.

“Um nope, well maybe,” he could almost hear his Dad’s awkward shrug.

There was the clacking of keys, “that’s a bit odd.”

“Huummm, maybe if we change that bit. That should get it, right?”

A spark darted from the connected wire as he disconnected it from the board and he swiftly pulled back his hands. Even with the hazmat he wasn't going to risk it. It might not be the vibrant colours of his parents’ ones but that didn’t mean it was more professionally made. His Dad made each of them by hand. Said they needed a bit more oomph to deal with ectoplasm. He wasn’t sure how effective it would really be.

“Mom? The powers on!” He called out to them.

It wasn't meant to be. His dad had said it was off. Either he forgot, not impossible. Or something was wrong with the power system. If that was the case they'd have to shut it all down. It would be months more work before they'd be ready. Danny couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed at that thought. He didn’t believe it would really work but he wanted it to. Wanted it for his parents. Wanted it for the hours he'd poured in as a way to learn engineering.

“What? No it’s not,” his Mom replied confused, “none of the systems are reporting that.”

“I unplugged it, I definitely unplugged it. Where’s that cable?” His Dad insisted.

“What the… Danny! Move now!” His Mom yelled.

Danny startled and backed away from the panel. There was a high pitched whine building behind him. He scrambled forward, his heavy bulky hazmat boots catching on themselves and every cable. There was a loud hiss and the safety shield started to descend. The power wasn’t just on, the portal was activating.

“Shit, no, not yet,” his Mom cursed, her hands practically slamming across the keys, “Jack pull the emergency breaker!”

“On it!”

He stumbled trying to crouch enough to pass under the descending shield. His head bounced in the helmet as he hit the floor. He winced and his head spun. It took a moment too long for him to get his bearings and start moving. He crawled as fast as he could, racing against the descending shield. He pulled back his hand just as the shield descended, the tips of his glove caught between reinforced glass and the metal tiled floor. He pulled it free with some effort, the fingers tearing.

“Breaker’s not stopping it Mads!”

Danny pulled himself up leaning against the glass. He flinched back as his Dad slammed the Fenton Anti Creep Stick into the reinforced glass with an echoing bang. His Mom was at the console frantically trying to get control of the machine.

He could feel a tingle as the charge in the air increased, his hair standing on end. An ominous warning that the Hazmat was no longer sealed. Electric sparks darted from metal surface to metal surface. The growing green glow that was building behind him reflected in the safety glass that trapped him there. The air grew a strange hot cold. There was a crackle like lightning and then he was engulfed in burning cold green.

[Next]

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Soooo...

Um, for mermay...

I was thinking of what might be fun to write for dcxdp, I thought I might be able to hash something out as I drove home from work earlier...

Listening to a random Spotify playlist that contained 'two' songs right after each other.. (this will come up later)

People know about pirate!batman right?

'Leatherwing'

My mind went about updating leatherwing to include all the bats and birds. Then it went to how I'd introduce danny.

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Danny, who learnt he was a mermaid when he was 14, after being knocked overboard unconcious, into the port he fell, getting brained by a stray lumber spar, caught in fouled rigging and then dragged over the side by dead weight all on accident by his port-friend sam.

He didn't drown, but it took a while to wake up then realising you were staring at the underside of the ships keel.

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not a good thing to discover when your parents hunt mermaids and other mythical creatures. "Dangerous creatures danno my boy, once you anger a mermaid best ready yourself because they don't forgive easily!"

Even worse when they're constantly travelling by ship with their benefactors: the GIW (the gentlemen in white).

A privately sponsored armada of hunters: whether their prey is pirates, mermaids or any creature they consider a threat, you don't want to be hunted by them!

So danny, doing his best to not be caught but still learn what he's capable of, learning how to use his voice to stun and enchant... finally he gets discovered freeing their captives.

He has to flee and flee he does, escaping them and striking out on his own.

(I assume jazz stays in Port and isn't aware of what's currently happened-away at 'college')

-

Sometime in the future though, constantly dodging his parents attempts to track him whenever he comes to a port, Danny happened upon captain leatherwings pirateship.

He follows them as a mermaid, watching them work. Sometimes they attacked a ship and other times they fled, being chased by pirate hunters but never caught! It was fascinating to watch despite the danger of being seen (he's seen).

At night he'd wrap himself around the rudder and hum or quietly sing listening to the ocean, hoping another mermaid would answer his call (he's never met another)

One day as leatherwing's ship, the flying fox. Starts to sail into port, danny hears them say they will put up a request for new crew (some leaving, some died).

Danny slips away ahead of them to shore, stealing some dry clothes (without holes to look presentable) and camps out at the inn by the docks looking for hire.

-

It takes some work but Danny gets hired on, excited to be among people again. He's introduced to the crew and does his best to fit in, it becomes apparent some of the long term crew are more then just crew, they act just like family...

Danny gets close to them, curious about their relationships with each other. One night (I'm picking cass for this but it could be anyone) he finds 'orphan-blackblade' sitting on the stern of the ship.

her feet through the railing on the back trying to hum a strange tune that sounds familiar, another of the crew sees Danny watching and laughs, 'orphan doesn't talk, but she sits on the back of the boat every night listening to the 'music of the sea' (you do the math)

-

-

That would continue building a relationship at a pace but now, we come to the part where danny is revealed.

leatherwing and the flying fox is attacked by the GIW who stumbled on them looking for danny with whatever dark magic's they use to track him. This coincides with a storm approaching and as the battle rages Danny gets pinned under water by debris and is forced to start transforming.

He breaks free and seeing the fight going poorly tries to help using his cry to shock the GIW, it works. This is where things get a little angst as the flying fox crew don't recognise danny as a mermaid...

Danny seeing the mainmast of the GIW ship coming down tackles orphan out of the way but in saving her gets attacked by her and everyone else forcing him to take her hostage to save himself and flee, whisking her away into the dark of the stormy sea.

-

This is where the songs literally came in:

Fish in a birdcage: 'rule #34'

(Awkward timing, forcing me to decide which was the priority: getting my ace asses mind out of the gutter or keeping my car wheels out of the gutter as I did some specific driving on the freeway to avoid some surprise gridlock traffic ahead!)

So play that song and imagine pirate!cass waking up in a cave of an unknown island being stared down at by an angry, shirtless, very familiar looking mermaid who you'd just stabbed...

My brain while trying to drive:

The second song was: fin- ship in a bottle

What comes to mind (as I was now stuck in gridlock) is an angry danny fighting back as leatherwing tries to find his daughter orphan after she was taken by a mermaid that suddenly attacked them during the fight.

He'd interrogated the GIW who invaded his ship, those who hadn't been able to flee in time as he chased after his daughter, they were hunting the mermaid and assumed he was on-board (a thought backed up by nobody knowing where danny had gone-they found his torn off shirt though...).

He tore the knowledge from them on how they tracked the mermaid, learnt the consequences of using the magic, forced them off the ship because they were now 'deadweight', cast the magic and set sail.

And now that he'd found him he was going to get his daughter back... But as said before, dannys angry and they fight...

- that's all I got at the moment.

-

The only other things I have is cass going non verbal in the cave and humming her song which could calm danny down as he recognises it as the song he sung when wrapped around the rudder at nights.

Cass stopping the fight between Danny and Bruce (and her siblings) threatening to beat both their asses

Ellie showing up as a mermaid, trying to find danny, she bumped into jazz and they've been trying to find danny for a while (Danny forgets to check in every now and then)

[glisten-inthedark]

I love how we're supposed to believe Danny and Steve were just bros in spite of the multitude of evidence to the contrary.

Your honor, the prosecution would like the present the following.

Evidence number 1

Steve looking like his puppy was pupnapped when he saw Rachel with Danny. Unless we're supposed to believe he was harboring intense feelings for a woman he saw twice, it doesn't explain why he'd look so heartbroken and betrayed.

Evidence number 2

Steve is the only one Danny allows to call him Danno besides Grace. We're talking about his child here, the light of his life and his entire universe and the other part of it that happens to be a Navy 🦭 with a complex.

After the third time he stopped bitching about Steve calling him Danno, and when was Danny ever known for shutting up when truly annoyed? That's right, never.

Evidence number 3

Danny gave up his chance ar a normal life for Steve. That man had his entire future offered to him on a silver platter, he spent all of the year complaining about being in Hawaii, being away from his child and about everything really.

But when he finally has the chance to leave he does what? Does he go to the airport and flies back to Jersey like one would assume he would? No! He stays.

He knows Rachel, he knows he might as well be closing that particular door for good, but he doesn't care. He chose Steve over his chance of happiness, over Rachel and hell, he doesn't even blink as he does it.

Evidence number 4

Is canon y'all. Danny doesn't usually threatens people with violence, by the time season 2 rolls around the only person we see him doing that for is Grace. Bare in mind Rachel was in the car when it was stollen, and yet he only threatened douchebag to not get near Grace.

Same can be said about anyone else who has ever been in danger, but Matt I'm pretty sure (don't mind me, I'm rewatching it and I just finished season 1 so it'll be a while before I catch up to that minefield). So he threatens someone because of his daughter which he's said over and over it's his life, over Matt that is his fucking brother and that he loves and sees as the reason he made it through the divorce and... *checks notes* Steve.

Am I sensing a pattern here, Jedi?

And bare in mind he didn't just threatens anyone but a fucking CIA agent. I mean how crazy does one have to be do to that? I'd say very.

Evidence number 5

He follows Steve anywhere. Danny is deeply afraid of leaving Grace without a father, and yet he couldn't not go after Steve in North Korea and then Afghanistan.

Both are very dangerous countries for foreigners, both places he very much was in danger of not coming back from, but he still went.

He didn't have to, he could've left Joe handle it, he could've kept himself safe and not be in any danger but he still went. He went even though he knew he could die, that the odds of that happening were high, but he didn't care.

Evidence number 6

Landing the plane on the beach instead of doing it in the water. Danny knew that doing so could get him killed, would most likely get him killed but at that point he didn't care.

We see Danny once again choosing Steve over anything and anyone else. Choosing to die instead of living without him.

At that point I could argue that he chose him over his own children. Charlie was still a child, Grace still needed a father, but losing Steve would kill him just as much as losing one of his children so he doesn't have a choice.

If he Steve dies there will be only wreckage, so following right behind its the only thing he can do. It's a thousand times better than the alternative.

Evidence number 7

Steve being willing to lie to the FBI for Danny, than to follow Danny and helping with the whole Matt situation.

Evidence number 8

Steve helping Danny with Grace and getting Rachel to drop the visitation bullshit. And then helping in the hearing and even dressing in his blues for it.

Steve showing time and again Danny wasn't alone, that he had him on his corner now for better or for worse.

Evidence number 9

Steve looking like he was sucker punched when he heard Danny begging Rachel to take him back in that freaking voicemail and looking torn when he saw they reuniting later on. Why would anyone look like that to their very platonic, not very love of their life's partner?! I blame Alex for everything

I will continue as I rewatch because I forgot most of everything but for now, I rest my case.

[lexosaurus]

I’m really tired rn so this might not be super coherent, but bro, I remember being in middle school tryna explain your shitposts to my friends being like “this is fantastic, isn’t lexosaurus just the coolest ever?!” And now ur my buddy and I just find it really cool how I went from being a little kid and pretty much putting you up on a pedestal to throwing electronic cheese at you and all that.

I still think you’re really cool tho. Like, I get all bouncy happy n all that whenever you compliment me and I always feel fantastic when we have conversations or danno on a stick vs kraft single battles n all that because you’re a cool person and I’m happy that you’re my buddy.

I’m glad that I can have cheese battles with you, I’m glad that I can talk crossovers with you, I’m glad that I can send you a bunch of movie score tracks n all that and I’m glad that I can just talk to ya. You’re a buddy and that’s great.

Omg this was the SWEETEST thing to wake up to holy crap <3

Okay now it's my turn!! Because I actually have been thinking a lot about you recently since I've been participating more in the phandom in recent months again (after my little step away to do irl stuff last year) and have been seeing you in the discord a lot!

Like we're both people who have been here for a minute lol but it's been SO EXTREMELY COOL to see firsthand like how much you've grown as a whole person these years. Like, I was telling other people this actually that you went from "the phandom's little brother" to a whole adult person. The support you show your fellow creators, esp the niche crossover crowd, is really admirable. Huge kudos from me!

As for the cheese thing,,,,,

literally screaming crying thorwing UP hwo dare you CHEESE ME on my OWN TUNGLY DOT COM WEBBED SITE DASH BOARD im literally going to call 911 yes hello 911 there IS an emergency it's called i've been literally CHEESED this is UNNACCEPTABLE wait why are u hanging up no stop—

[cowandcalf]

Steve tries to find a comfortable position for his head on the backpack. Impossible, he’s anyway too wired up to care. His team has to hunker down and is forced to hide between scrub and under dense, low-hanging branches throughout the entire day. The sun’s rising. They missed their exfil window. Junior crawls soundlessly towards him, his face serious and calm.

„What’s up? Everyone okay?“

„Yeah, all good.“ Junior whispers.

„Then what’s with the face?“

„We should be on our way home by now. It would have been perfect. Right on time back home again for the candles and the cake.“

Steve cranes his neck and checks the sky. They‘re on enemy territory and do everything to stay invisible.

„You know in our line of duty nothing is predictable. We were supposed to have reserves training but we’re on a mission. It’s what we do.“

Junior leans against the big tree and starts to work systematically past the layers of his camouflage to grab something from a secret pocket. Steve watches how he pulls slowly and without a sound a card from under there.

„That’s not a map.“ Steve states and stares at the piece of paper.

„It’s for you.“ Junior hands him the card, leans forward and whispers fondly. „Happy birthday, brother.“

Steve wants to grin but frowns at Junior. „You wrote me a fucking birthday card and took it on the mission?“ Steve‘s voice is calm but filled with question marks.

Junior scoffs and gives him an eye roll. „No, moron, I didn’t write you a card but someone who knew your team might not make it back in time, wrote it for you and made me swear to give it to you.“

„Danny made you swear?“ Steve’s smile widens.

„He did and because I know it means a lot to him . . . here, take it. And before you say something about bringing private life to work. We’re forced to stay put for the next 12 hours. So—„

„So?“

„Read it. It’s from your husband. There's a Snickers in my pocket and a small candle but you‘ll get that when we’re on the plane.“

Steve takes the card, deeply moved, and fights against the upcoming emotions. It’s not wise to read it but on the other hand, they have to kill a lot of time. „Thank you.“

„Love you, man.“ Junior pushes his fist gently against Steve‘s shoulder. He turns around and settles into a comfortable position to sleep for a few hours. They can’t do anything but wait.

Steve sits up and holds the card between his hands. He can’t allow his feelings to break through entirely but he lets his fingers wander over the paper where Danny’s fingers have been when he wrote the card. He opens it. The text is short but means the world to him. And it says Danno. Steve knows exactly what Danny wants to tell him. They took in a stray cat and named him Mr. Pickles. Steve was so worried that Eddy might get stressed and that the cat might bolt again. Steve’s heart already belongs to the cat. Danny knows that and sends him a picture showing Eddy and Mr. Pickles eyeing each other with interest. And next to the other picture, Danny took of him and his fur boy there's a short note: I‘ll take care of your new love, babe. You’re a big softy and that’s why I love you.

„Love you, too Danno.“ Steve murmurs and shoves the card into a small pocket close to his heart, folded into a small square. He shuffles into a lying position and reaches over to touch Junior. „Thanks, brother. I needed that.“

[decibly]

Danny thought he had been doing fine. It had been months already, and what had happened hadn’t been that bad, really. He had only been with the GIW for a few hours, after all, so they mostly just talked to him instead of anything worse.

But then someone had said the word.

He had no idea what had happened. All that Danny could remember was that he had just finished up a fight with some loose animal ghosts who were wrecking the mall, and someone had said it.

“What a monster, I swear…”

All he could see was the white of the walls, of their suits, of the painful spraypaint on the metal chair he was strapped to, and he ran. He had run somewhere far away in a terrified panic, and now he was sobbing on the sidewalk somewhere, head between his hazmat-clad knees. Danny couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, how awful it was, how lucky he was that it hadn’t been so, so much worse.

“What are your intentions, monster? If you do not answer, you will be punished.”

“...”

Danny froze his hands to ground, trying to reassure himself. It had been so hot in that room.

“Why do you imitate emotions, monster? If you do not answer, you will be punished.”

“I- I’m not imitating-”

He buried his face further into his hazmat’s black, far away from the white highlights. There had been no colour there, just white with touches of black and green from the weapons and restraints. They would never allow this much of something that wasn't white.

"Clean up the monster's mess. Ectoplasm stains, remember."

Danny must've been crying for at least 10 minutes when he saw a glimpse of teal from the small bit of his peripheral vision that wasn't covered up. "J-jazz?" He crawled over, easily melting the ice on his hands since she wasn't getting closer for some reason, and settled back into his previous position. He saw a glimpse of orange at some point, which must've been her hair.

"I'm not a monster, right Jazz? You'd tell me if I was, wouldn't you?" Jazz was talking now, but Danny couldn't understand any of the words she was saying. "Yeah, you would. 'm not a monster. I'm not- I'm not Dan. I'll never be- be him." Danny transforms back into a human, and hears some noises that might be some distant gasps and maybe even a small scream. Maybe he should go help… no, he's too tired. Val could deal with it.

"Can we go home, Jazz? I'm-" Danny yawns- "really tired. Please?" Instead of his sister's hands helping him to his feet like he expects, big arms pick him off the ground entirely. There's a voice, or maybe two, murmuring things like "of course, sweetie" and "we'd never leave you here, Danno" and these arms aren't his sister's but they remind him of the one time two years ago he fell asleep on the couch and his dad picked him up and carried him to bed, and the voices are similar in that they're familiar, but not Jazz, and Danny thinks he should be scared. He should be, but he's not, and it's because the voices are soothing, and the arms are hugging him close but not so much it hurts, and everything about this feels loving and kind in a way that does make him think of Jazz.

So Danny falls asleep, the green glow he was unaware of fading from his eyes, and let's himself be taken home by his parents.

[unwillingwriter]

Brown (McDanno)

What the fuck?.

Was the first thing Steve thought when his eyes landed on the man before him in his nice navy blue tux, his bold black tie perfectly centered as usual, two sets of pale freckled hands fixing Steve’s red one. He knows he’s talking, probably complaining how Steve gets ready like a seven year old who doesn’t wanna go to church on a Sunday where they’re free from school— doesn’t that sound like a Danny complaint? Steve thinks so. A harsher tug on his tie pulls him back to reality, blue eyes casting downward towards the brighter version of his own irises “you with me captain?” Danny questions his Italian accent thick and noticeable now and all Steve can wonder is why has Danny never let his accent out while they were alone together, and he does mean alone. But, Steve guesses it’s because his Jersey accent overrides his Italian minus the fact their doing an undercover case and the suspect is a leader of a mafia gang and has a thing for Italians something Steve wasn’t really a big fan of when Kono had picked Danny for the job without the blonde’s consent of actually volunteering himself.

If Danny had noticed Steve's sour mood over the phone he didn’t say a single word. Steve had asked why Danny and himself couldn’t drive together to said destination, the detective had simply said ‘it’s a surprise’ three words that would catch anyone’s interest and make them question what it is for the day. Steve had finally got to see the surprise and honest to god didn't know what to say, he expected a lot of things but not this, he couldn’t believe it.

Danny Williams, Danny ‘Don’t Touch My Hair Or You’re Gonna Get A Bullet In Your Head’ Williams dyed his hair. Something Steve swore up and down that he’d never do, Danny loved his hair too much to do such damage to it. He loves his hair more than he loves Steve, his hair is practically his fucking baby!. But here he was! With brown fucking hair!.

Now don’t get Steve wrong, he thinks his Danno looks rather… enchanting with the brown a lovely dark brown at that, it made his blue eyes more noticeable and his freckles that barely moved across his face pop more. It’s just that Danny loves his Blonde locks. Hell, Steve even jokingly calls him Goldie locks as Danny bites back by calling him mother bear. Steve would let out the biggest laugh ever when he does or he just grins.

Danny even did his brows. Steve might be having a stroke from the amount of beauty that dares to invite him into its presence. Danny is being dedicated to this role that he’s supposed to be playing and Steve admires it. But the job will be cut short if someone gets too grabby…

“Brown…” Steve says low, taking in his Jersey Shore appearance while Danny fusses fixing the navy seal's hair. “Brown?” Danny parrots his eyes looking Steve over to make sure Steve actually looks like someone who you can cut a deal with without looking like a fez.

“Your hair.” Danny let out a small laugh trying not to draw attention to them “oh right, you like it?” The blo—brunette questions patting Steve’s shoulders when he’s deemed presentable by Danny the fashion police himself. Fucking hell that accent is eating Steve alive right now. Danny is definitely gonna have to speak like that more.

“Yeah you look… Different.” He cleared his throat, restraining himself from combing his fingers through his partner's hair. Danny gave him a knowing smile with a cock of his head, oh this bastard knows what he’s doing and Steve is really debating if he should pin him against the bar or not. “Later.” Danny says out of the blue when his eyes make a sweep over Steve’s face— knowing exactly what the super seal was thinking. Lord give him strength to actually finish this job.

[owwi]

The youtube shorts arg got me so now here’s just a bit of theorizing and a timeline because. well bored + the fixation is strong with this one

The following contains spoilers for the recent uploads, so I recommend only going if you know the basics, don’t care about it or just wanna see it.

So. If you haven’t been keeping up, here’s a rough idea.

Starting on around July 16th, 5 shorts YouTubers began to post shorts with weird glitch things, randomly popping into each other’s. QR codes also started to show up, with someone wearing a purge mask whoabsolutely fucking hates the YouTube shorts (and maybe also normal shorts). And naturally they wanna get rid of them. We also get introduced to a company called CLONEVPN, which seems to be connected to the one just mentioned and is sending these youtubers clones after they agree to a sponsorship.

The most common crossover involved Riggy from Danno Cal, who notably seems to be one of the two who actually knew that hey maybe he shouldn’t be in other videos! The other being RoyalPear. However, RaZer makes a short saying that he needs help to build a new computer, since his is causing these problems (spoiler alert: ITS NOT IT BRO-)

A new video was released for the QR codes as well, known as Rebirth. This shows the cloning process and it works for a bit, with only two unsuccessful clones, being of Joe Caine, who presumably is just too cool for it, and Riggy, who’s cloning process struggles and ends up making a more blue version of him that notably seems to just be a rabbit. Below are the two. Note how Clone Riggy (Picture 1) has a more vibrant color pallet, no eye color, a crumpled up paper border, and, most notably, lacks the tail that indicates him to me a Runkey. This indicates the cloning process just made him a rabbit. Meanwhile, Riggy (photo 2) is a less turned up shade of blue and red, has the green eyes, a grid paper outline, and of course, the tail.

We didn’t know what this would do until yesterday or the day before, when Jonny RaZer began a stream, ending with his presumed death by clone (also everyone tried to get the clone to eat the thermal paste but it failed). Other videos soon followed from almost all channels listed in the tags, the two exceptions being RoyalPear, who was marked as replaced by a new pfp and avatar they use to represent themself (became a more crudely drawn Tropius). The other is Joe Caine, who is the only one that I know of who never accepted. If not please let me know-

We also got a website! Clonevpn.com, which has a few pages and a spot to enter your email. As of now, I cannot find any hidden pages, but we have been getting codes, so it’s a matter of time.

Okay. That’s the rough timeline. I reccomend watching because I did NOT watch the streams in full. Seriously, go watch if you haven’t.

Now to some theory stuff!

So, Jonny is gonna do a r/place stream, and I bet they might make a QR code. Maybe to the website! Or we might find new links. It’s not much, but it’s gonna be a domino? And… hey! Mayhe thay’ll give us a new hint. Point is, that r/place stuff is something to watch, since we’ll maybe get an idea as to what the hell the clone has been doing.

In addition, it seems implied that both Riggy AND RoyalPear are currently alive, but not well. RoyalPear in particular is not having a good time and it seems the clone replacing him only has a few days to live and prove itself. So, expect something there in a few days! Probably a secret video, likely of the clone getting taken out. Or we might see something to do with Joe, since he’s the only one who is currently known to own his channel.

I gotta be honest, of all of these guys, I don’t watch much bundun. But he does seem to be similar to Riggy, as he IS implied to currently be alive! As of today, he has appeared in the channel’s respective clonevpn sponsorship, and thus, I expect to see him again. He hasn’t showed up nearly as much as the others, but the fact he is ALIVE is a good sign for him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if him and Riggy might team up or something.

Finally, the main theory one. JOE CAINE. Yes that name is a bit… y’know, certain thing sounds, but Joe is actually an interesting case to me. He is one of the few who hasn’t released a clonevpn sponsor, and also has not shown any sign of being replaced. However, his computer IS mentioned to be glitching out and being slow (sound familiar?) and also his… voice being weird? There’s heavy implications that if another creator is present in the short, he is voicing them?? So, that’s a thing.

Also, he can’t be cloned, and I have a small theory. Joe is already a clone. Think like this: Clones are likely harder to clone than things that aren’t clones. In addition, his appearance is based off of Harold, the grandpa meme dude. So, he could theoretically be a clone of that meme, though not Harold since I don’t think we should bring people who aren’t participating into this without them knowing. Plus, the whole voicing thing. If your a clone, maybe you can imitate other voices. It’s a bit far fetched, but this was fun to right. However, there’s one problem. As of soeeddunning shorts 113, we see he has received a sponsorship offer, and I don’t think they’d be after him if he was a clone. However, if he’s not doing what he should… there’s a chance? Either way I expect

tldr: Jonny is dead, Riggy and bundun teamup, Phaluer was not included because I have no clue where he fits in yet, Joe MIGHT be a clone we’re still figuring it out, and RoyalPear is double doomed. also thanks for reading this mess of thought soup, and make sure to take a look for yourself.

EDIT: This was made before we got confirmation Jonny was alive, sorry bout that. most of the above seems to apply still. Might make a new post tommorow okay thanks again!

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

So I saw this post 

I wanted to write more about it. Make an actual whole ass fic for it (and I might still do. I am just slowly limping out of a very foggy mindset where I’ve just been having a shit time writing or reading) 

Expanding on the dialogue of what’s already giffed, Steve tells Danny how he wants everything. Wants to be more than FWB, wants to be able to tell people who flirt with Danny in public to fuck off cos he’s taken, he wants to be undeniably part of a family outing and not just the friend who tagged along to help. He wants it all! And of course Danny says yes and Steve properly invites Danny back to his room. (part of the spiel was anyway about Danny giving up his crappy apartment and moving in with him, help Steve make the McGarrett house feel like a home and build a loving family together) 

Steve was so intense and serious though that he knew he had to put a ring on it. Except...uh oh, no ring. So big romantic gesture and this was in my mind:

“Steve?” Danny called out as he sat up and blinked his vision into focus. He frowned when he reached over and rather than landing on Steve, his arm landed on cold bed sheets. 

Getting up, unsure how to feel in the moment, he searched a moment for his underwear before heading to look for Steve. 

“After that heartfelt speech I’m tempted to feel kinda stupid waking up alone in bed with no evidence of breakfast or coffee being prepared. What? That your new go-to gimmick to get me into bed with you just cos I wanted a break?” Danny demanded as he stared down Steve, trying not to look as vulnerable as he felt. 

Steve, who was still very damp from a swim. He looked slightly panicked and hurt by the accusation and didn’t want the moment ruined. “No! I meant all of it. But I kept thinking back to some of our fights. And...I want to prove to you that I can be romantic! When it matters.” Steve then presented Danny with a shell with a shiny looking pearl inside. 

“What’s this?” 

“My attempt. Okay, I kept thinking. Or really, it popped into my mind so easily! The thought was so natural. It didn’t scare me. It didn’t make me hesitate or  make me feel anything that wasn’t pure confidence. So as it got lighter, I slipped out but it wasn’t because all I wanted was to have you back in my bed, Danny. I went out and I walked and walked the shoreline until sunrise. And the first intact seashell I saw, illuminated by the sun’s light, would be what I’d get. And I did. It’s a half shell. 

“Not too big, but big enough to fit this! It’s an edible decorating pearl that Grace brought with her that day we baked cookies here. Together. Cos the seashell...that’s the sea. A big part of who I am. The first one I saw illuminated by the sun...cos you’re my sunshine. With all the warmth and life giving, loving heat and equal raging anger that gives sunburns that aren’t a joke...and the kids!...that ones we already look after...and the ones I...the ones I want us to add...they’re our pearl. And...” 

He swallowed thickly, Danny never not interrupting him made him feel self conscious about what he was doing. Before he could lose his nerve, he gets down on one knee and offers the shell with edible pearl, “We’ll get a ring. Together. However you like it...but I had to do this now. Danny....my Danno...will you marry me?” 

[ptrckjcne]

📘📕📗 let's hear more mcdanno ideas!

put a version of the book emoji in my inbox, and i'll tell you about a fic i haven't written, but want to write!

three emojis and mcdanno ideas? oh you're on, anon!

idea number one;

life as an air traffic controller is, well, not the most exciting. you work, talk to pilots, make sure everyone's safe while in the sky, chat with your co-workers, and you go home. you don't get a fancy uniform, you don't get famous, but you get a good paycheck. balancing shifts and seeing your daughter ... that's a little more difficult. just ask danny.

however, he makes it work, but between grace and his work, there's not much to brag about in his life. until there's a new pilot in the area. danny doesn't know much about him, other than the fact that his name's steve, and he has a sexy voice (don't question danny, he's basically living in celibacy). outside of the standard talk, they don't actually talk that much, though steve adds jokes and tidbits of information about himself, and it's a funny coincidence that he happens to only fly routes within the sector that danny works in?

well, danny finds himself googling this steve (mcgarrett, danny knew his surname, this is an official pilot that danny talks to on a regular basis we're talking about) and holy shit he's hot it's a shame he's restricted to the cockpit of a plane

bring on the dreams (they're pretty nsfw, don't worry, and they leave danny all hot and bothered because he wants the real thing), and he accidentally talks to grace about this pilot, which was a mistake because now she wants to meet the guy who makes her danno all excited, and shit he didn't think about that

luckily, there's a control center anniversary coming up, and danny knows some of the pilots are invited, and lucky him – there's steve, and holy shit he's even hotter in real life

and a little scene because i'm nice like that:

"i thought you'd be taller." steve chuckled, the fabric of his shirt tightening around his bicep as he lifted the beer to his lips, not once taking his eyes off danny as he sipped the cool beverage. "something about the confident tone in your voice, i suppose. not that i mind."

danny rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks. "i thought you'd be hotter." he replied as nonchalantly as possible, though the smirk that spread on steve's lips told him he had failed.

the pilot, however, simply leaned closer, lips by danny's ear as he whispered. "we both know that's a lie."

onto idea number two;

(i might switch it all up and have steve be the one who's abducted when i get around to writing this, and have it be some sort of revenge mission against danny tbh)

day of death. danny is snatched as they work a case. the scene is chaotic, there's been a shoot out, and people are running everywhere, and danny was just there and the next second he's not.

and steve fucking loses it.

see, danny's strong and danny's just as good of a fighter as steve, he knows this, but it's danny, his fucking danny. the case takes them to jersey. or, takes steve to jersey, and he rallies together some of danny's old co-workers, and works the case like it was a black op. danny's former colleagues are ... terrified, to say the least, but they see that danny's definitely got someone to keep him on his toes in hawaii, and while they're terrified, they're a little jealous of this headstrong navy seal – he's working with danny after all.

danny's abductor is a dumbass, really, who has been idolising a serial killer, and thinks kidnapping and killing a cop is his one big chance at doing something great. spoiler alert: it's not. that aside, he's marked danny. knocking the feisty detective out cold with a concoction of drugs, this guy's taking a needle and ink, and he has tattooed danny's day of death onto him, permanently etched it into his skin.

in the end, the dumbass really did underestimate danny's power, but he also did underestimate the lengths steve would go to, and its a happy ending because i wouldn't allow either one of the boys to get hurt and die.

anyway, there's also a bit there (a little similar to chen and bradford in the rookie) where steve goes on to tell danny that that tattoo should be a reminder of what he went through, and that he's alive. (and then you know, maybe he proceeds on showing danny just how alive he is–)

scene scene scene scene:

detective foltyn was the complete opposite of what steve had expected, based on the very little danny had told him of his years with the police in jersey. yet, as he strode around the table and immediately took to scanning out the little info steve had scraped together at that point, it was clear he meant business.

"who's got our guy?" he questioned, turning to steve with an expression that was anything but pleasant; an expression he quickly schooled as the navy seal shot him a face of his own.

"i was hoping you could help clear that out." steve growled, dropping a folder to the table with a heavy thud. "my boy's more than capable of taking care of himself, but he needs our help. so either you help me figure this out, or you're not helping out at all."

officer russell, on the other hand, was the softer of the two, and he met steve's eye with the utmost respect, almost bowing his head to show he was happy with being the subordinate of their little team. "commander, if i know the detective – foltyn, that is – as well as i think i do, i know he will be nothing but helpful in the search of detective sergeant williams."

"very well then." steve huffed out a sharp breath of air through his nostrils, before pulling out his phone to call up his real team who were still in hawaii. "let's get to work then. we have no time to lose."

and then for the third idea;

danny's the best reporter this paper's got. there is just something about his analytical way of looking at journalism, and it has earned both him and the paper a whole lot of awards and titles. the thing is, they work in teams; a reporter and a photographer. always a team. when danny's other half hands in her resignation, and gets a new job, danny has to find himself a new partner.

enter steve, the quiet photographer who has seen more horror in the world than anyone can imagine. he's new in town, and is offered a top-paying job as a videographer at the local news station – but there's a blond reporter at the paper who catches his attention, and he turns down the top paying job to weasel his way into the paper instead.

he's immediately signed on to be danny's partner, because of course you match the top-quality reporter with the top-quality photographer. the chief editor worries, though, because he's got a loud, hard-headed reporter and he's got a quiet, hard-headed photographer – but they work magic together.

it seems the paper truly comes alive again, and it seems like steve comes alive again, at the same time as danny finds some of that peace he's always sought from his work.

and it's super cliché, but let's face it, we all love a good cliché.

and a little scene for that:

danny crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall as steve got to work. he was quiet, only giving directions using a very few words, and he worked quicker than danny had ever seen anyone else working. yet, he never made any of the people they met feel uncomfortable. as aloof as steve was, there was just something so warm about him, something that drew people in.

they had butted heads, more than once, but even then it was clear to danny that they were only pushing each other, making each other better, and while danny had loved working with his former partner, it couldn't even compare to the joyous challenge that was working with steve – and he was grateful that he chief editor had seen it this way, too.

he tilted his head as steve turned to look at him, a quizzical look on the photographer's face. "i think i'm nearing done here, but is there any kind of photos you specifically have in mind for your article?"

danny shook his head, a grin spreading on his lips. "no, i'm good. i think we've already established on multiple occasions that you seem to know exactly what i want and need."

[hipstergecko]

I just had a thought.

What if, besides being a twin (separated at birth?) to Tim Drake, the other difference in the AU is that the Fenton children would be encouraged to use the creep stick on any adult that made them feel uncomfortable?

Like...

There had been a report on the news about a child molester finally facing justice. How the man stalked young children home from school and took what he wanted before threatening them to silence. It was a terrifying story for a parent to hear, eased only slightly by the news that he would be facing justice for his crimes.

Mr. And Mrs. Fenton were no exceptions to this. Ghosts were something they were confident they could handle, but humans? Men and women who might come after their children? They had to prepare their kids somehow.

For Madeline Fenton it meant teaching her children martial arts. She was already quite skilled at it and had no trouble teaching her little girl and boy how to defend themselves. At least until they could escape or call for help.

Jack Fenton had a different approach.

"Alright kiddos! I have a gift for each of you." Jack's normally jovial face turned serious. "It's a very important gift that will keep you safe. So be sure to take care of it."

Two short, stout bully bats, neon green in color and heavy in weight, were placed into the waiting arms of his children.

"Woah." Danny breathed, struggling to lift the heavy bat with all his 6 year old strength.

"Dad, how is this supposed to keep us safe?" Jazz, age 8, self proclaimed future scientist in training and master of all knowledge, asked skeptically. "It's just a baseball bat. An ADULT baseball bat. It's too heavy for me an' Danny to use."

"Well Jazzy-pants," Jack knelt down to look his eldest in the eye, "you'll get stronger the more you use them. I'll get you lighter ones to use for a bit, but these babies are the ultimate in self defense technology!"

"Dad, it's a baseball bat."

"Are we gonna play baseball?" Danny grinned at his dad.

Jack smiled back at his son. "This isn't some ordinary baseball bat Danno! This is the patented one-of-a-kind extraordinary Fenton Anti-Creep Stick!" He gave the bat a gentle pat. "Steel hardened oak bathed in latent ectoplasm. It's sturdy, handy, and easily portable! It can beat off creepy people AND ghosts!"

He put his hands gently, but firmly on his children's shoulders. His smile faded and he looked seriously into the eyes of his son and daughter. "If any stranger ever tries to take you somewhere you don't want to go, you hit them with the creep-stick. If any adult you don't know talks to you or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, you hit them with the creep stick."

Danny looked uncomfortable. "But mom said to only use violence as a last resort..."

"And mom is right!" Jack nodded at his boy solemnly. "Don't hit anyone with your body unless you have no other choice." He motioned with his chin at the bats his children held. "These are your other choice."

Jazz frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in worry across her brow. "But assault with a weapon is-"

"You leave all the legal stuff you me an' your mom." He interrupted smoothly. "Your number one priority is to get somewhere safe. This is a tool to use when you don't feel safe." Jack could feel love and worry for his kids welling up behind his eyes. "Jazzy, you an' Danny are the most important part of my life. Your mother and I are busy with work and can't keep an eye on you two all the time. Our research can get very dangerous. Ghosts can attack at any time! I'm giving you these so that you can protect yourselves when I can't."

Jack pulled his children into a hug, squishing the creep sticks between them. "I love you two so much. Promise me you'll use them to stay safe."

Danny and Jazz reached their small arms around their father and hugged him back.

"We promise."

-8 or 9 years later-

Tim staring aghast at the body on the dining room floor. "Danny... Why is Bruce Wayne lying unconscious on our floor?"

Danny hefted the neon green bully bat over his shoulder.

"He made me feel uncomfortable."

Tim: We convince Dick Grayson to come back as Robin with a really well-made argument.

Danny: Agreed.

Tim: With words Danny

Danny: Yes.

Tim: I don't think you understand.

Danny: I understand plenty

Tim: Then why are you bringing a bat?

Danny: One. This isn't a bat. It's the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick. Two. we going to talk to him at first but if that fails *Swings*

Tim:.... how are we twins?

Danny: You took all the morals in the womb, and I gained charisma in the adoption. Which I once again want to remind you that my parents are totally up for adopting you too

Tim: I have parents

Danny: Parents with an alarmingly lack of Anti-Creep sticks.

[animalluver8153]

Life Assurance Pt. 4

The kids should not have tried this at home.

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<<<<>>>> 

Danny was almost home from Sam’s when he felt another tickle at the back of his mind. He huffed and picked up the pace. It had been a good week curfew-wise and he had to say goodnight to his parents before any more ghost king-related shenanigans. He was turning the last corner when that tickle turned into an uncomfortable itch. His dad nearly knocked him over as he reached the front door. 

“Danno! Nearly missed you! Your mom and I are heading to the city!” Jack held up a duffel bag as proof.

“Just until tomorrow night honey,” Maddie rolled out the suitcase filled with just-in-case weapons, “Our usual circuitry supplier is having a warehouse sale. We left some money on the fridge for some pizza and remember to text us if you’re going out tomorrow.”

“No problem mom,” Danny rubbed at his eye with the palm of his hand, the itching had progressed to dull pain, “Get some blinky lights for me.”

Jack rubbed his son’s hair at the familiar joke and went to pack up the car. Danny scrambled upstairs and let the rings transform him, first into Phantom and then into the Ghost King. The pain eased and he could focus on what exactly was happening. 

The crown was here to answer this time. It was a request from a contract holder. Since there was only one contract holder right now, there was only one place to go. 

He stepped out of his bedroom and into a dim room. He kept rubbing at his eyes as they tried to adjust.

“Mr. Pennyworth? Did you call me? Did you change your mind?”

The pain in his eyes left just as a pain started to build in his chest. When he went to scratch at it, he found something in his way. A blade glinted in what little light the room had, and what little left of the blade wasn’t in his chest. Danny was nearly entranced at the sight, the dulled recognition of the pain that replaced where his heart was a few seconds ago. The blade grew, the hilt retreating away as the strings of time pulled it away, bloodless and shining. His heartbeat returned just before the last of it left his chest. 

Time was returning to normal and it was still too dark to see well. The crown appeased its liege. An explosion of bright green Aroura Borealis filled the room to every corner. It revealed the sword and its wielder.

“That wasn’t nice,” Danny was NOT on his catchy comeback game today, but he was also just stabbed in the heart, so might as well go for the truth.

There was shouting, overlapping and overwhelming. Danny stood still and tried to figure out what he was looking at. More superheroes? The League? But the crown assured him that this was a contract holder’s domain. He picked one person and tried to pin down a name.

“Red Hood?” Ah, that was a gun. Guns hurt too. Guns bad. 

Well, it worked last time. Danny stepped forward and into the Red Hood.

Death, everything felt like death. It was the accident all over again. Every atom was burning, splitting, reforming. Again and again and again. Danny couldn’t breathe. Air was replaced by ectoplasm. The helmet was filled with bile. He was thrashing, trying to get out. Their limbs were sticky and their legs kept vanishing. The smell of ozone pierced through the smell of iron and he was falling into the familiar weightlessness of the Ghost Zone. 

It is in the Ghost Zone’s nature to preserve, to exist in stasis where life exists in change. The crown burst free of the helmet, cracking it in two and allowing Danny to barely see through the ichor pouring from his eyes. It was the crown that parted the way to familiar realms. The burning of his core eased at the drop in temperature. Danny embraced the snow beneath him and thought no more.

<<<<>>>> 

Batman returned home to find a sigil circle drawn of what used to be an emergency blood transfusion in the cave. He recognized the pattern from today’s project, right down to Zatanna’s modification of one of the runes. The briefing had mentioned that without the help of a Homo Magi the pattern would have to be made from blood.

Alfred stared down a line-up of everyone who should have been home from patrol and in bed by now. A distinctive motorcycle was parked in the vehicle bay but Jason was nowhere to be seen. Bruce stood beside Alfred, he hadn’t been able to think of anything to say on the way home but was spared when Alfred spoke first.

“There is a great deal that needs to be said tonight, Master Wayne. However, I do believe we should start with what your children have done in your absence.”

“It was Damian’s fault!” Tim shouted.

“Your incompetency is to blame, Drake! You didn’t banish it correctly!”

“We were just supposed to talk to it, you’re the one who stabbed at first sight!” Stephanie pointed at Damian’s favorite katana, clean and set aside next to the bloody circle. 

“You’re all fools to think bargaining would work. Killing it is the only way to break the deal.”

Bruce felt a gentle tug at his right arm, Cass was looking up at him. He waited for her to find the words. 

“The Ghost King took Jason.”

<<<<>>>> 

“I’ve committed Grand Theft Grandkid!”

“You could hardly be blamed for this Great One,” Frostbite looked way too amused about the current situation.

The situation being the man built like a tank floating in the medical stasis chamber. Samples of the ichor and bile they found Danny-as-Red Hood throwing up were contained in test tubes and Petri dishes. The other members of Frostbite’s clan were studying the samples while some were monitoring Jason’s vitals. 

The crown assured him that the infamous Red Hood was indeed the contract beneficiary known as Jason Todd. Meaning that the rest of those beneficiaries were not, in fact, a normal family of rich socialites. 

“I am so doomed. When Batman finds out I stole one of his kids, the League will hunt me down and I’ll never graduate high school.”

“Deep breath and hold it,” Frostbite continued his exam of the young monarch, seemingly pleased by what he heard through the modified stethoscope, “Your lungs are clear and it looks like your core has successfully purged the contamination from your corporeal form.”

“What happened to him?” Danny looked over to the stasis chamber. Clean, refined ectoplasm circulated through and carried away nasty-looking clumps of ichor away. 

“We’re still unsure. His vitals resemble yours in many ways, but he has no core to speak of. He was either infected with contaminated ectoplasm or came into contact with ectoplasm that he was unable to expel on his own. Without ectoplasm, his body began to shut down. We will learn more when he awakens.” 

“Thank you, Frostbite,” Danny sat for a minute on the exam table, trying to think of a plan. 

“I need to see Clockwork. If they summon me again, I’ll be stuck back on the Human side while he stays here. Then I would have to get home without them following me. Not to mention what he’ll do if he wakes up surrounded by yetis.”

“You handled it well the first time,” Frostbite gave into the urge and scooped the little king of this half of reality, Danny squawked but didn’t fight him. He let himself be carried away from the medical ward and towards a guarded vault deep within the Far Frozen. He gestured to a dais where a scroll floated, “The Infi-Map is yours to use, Great One. Go see your mentor. If he is willing, you will be back before the young man awakens.” 

“I know how much the map means to you Frostbite, thank you,” It was Danny’s turn to give in to an impulse, he hugged what he could. There was no way to get his arms anywhere near around the yeti, but he tried, “I’ll bring it right back. I promise.”

He scrambled down and let the map take him to the realm of his mentor. Time to face the music. The smug, cryptic music.