#danny being the biggest little shit

[poofiewoofie]

[ In which Damian Wayne is dipped into the lazarus pits as a babe in order to ensure his perfection. During one such event, something comes out with him. ]

Cue overprotective ghost big bro wreaking havoc in the league of assassins and, eventually, the batfam. 

The relationship between Danny and Damian is simply:

Dami: He don't bite.

Literally anybody, getting mauled the moment they even look at Damian weird: YES HE DO

Some notes if I were to ever write this into anything:

This fic would take place in the "future". Danny, a borderline immortal being, has long since outlived his friends and family (with a few exceptions like Dani and a few people becoming ghosts). With this in mind, he doesn't really leave the ghost zone anymore unless he's incredibly bored. Aaaand since the ghost zone operates on a different scale of time and ghosts are weird, he's a bit out of his depth when he leaves. Thus: he embraces his ghost side almost full time.

Danny is of course the ghost king because you can't have a dpxdc fic without that trope.

Damian is 100% shipped to Bruce early, only because the league Can Not™️ with the kid's eldritch guard dog.

Danny "pranks" the league by being a creepy little shit. That, and doing the stupidest shit. Like slowly filling Ra's Al Ghul's private room with rubber ducks until it becomes unbearable. 

Let it be said that Ra's has definitely debated just murking his grandson to stop the rubber duck rebellion.

Danny doesn't like Bruce. Of all the batfam, he has it out especially for him. Probably something to do with being rich and having a creepy underground lair.

You know who Danny does like? Jason. Wow, what a shocker. 

Danny also definitely cheers Damian on when he tries to impale any of his adoptive siblings. It's a love language.

[redflagshipwriter]

SNITCHES THE CAT SEQUEL pt1 and masterpost

Part Two/Part Three/ Part Four/ Part Five/ Part Six/ Part Seven/ Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

Part One

“This you?”

Danny pushed the newspaper down without looking at it, revealing Sam’s shitty grin. “That lost cat is not me, no.” He rolled his eyes. They had been showing him lost pet ads ever since he got back from Gotham. “Isn’t that joke getting old, guys?” He kicked his way further into a slouch in the booth as Tucker came back with refilled drinks.

Tucker laughed, and then there was a silence. “Danny? Are you sure this isn’t you, man?” He sounded uncertain.

He felt his jaw twitch and he had to tell his friend off. “Is it that funny that there’s a sad kid out there? Honestly, guys-” Danny opened his eyes fully to roll them and then saw the lost pet ad being brandished in his face. He blinked at it. His brain did a full reboot and he reached out to take the paper. 

It looked like him, sleeping on the cushion in the batcave. Had they gotten that photo from the security footage? “It’s me.” His voice came out way too high.

Danny pulled the paper over in disbelief and realized that it was a two page ad. “Oh wow,” he said faintly. There he was, leaping across the kitchen. And there, that must have been taken by Damian when he fell asleep on the bed. There was a cat toy partially in the frame.

Sam’s snorting laughter cut off. “Uh.” She kicked him lightly under the table. “Is.. Is that little kid going to be okay?” She asked in a small voice. She sounded like she felt bad for poking fun. 

Danny felt guilty. He stared at the evidence that Robin was missing his cat terribly and felt like the biggest jackass possible. “Should I go back?” he wondered. He squirmed, pulling a foot up onto the bench to perch on. “I mean… How long does a cat live? A few years?”

“Try about twenty,” Tucker said flatly. “I feel bad too, man, but you can’t defer admission that long.”

“Though Snitches was clearly not a little kitten, so you could really just give it a couple years,” Sam mused. Both boys stared at her. She blinked. “Not that I’m suggesting you do that!” She waved her hands at them. “The longer you stay with him, the harder he’s going to take it when his pet ‘dies’,” she said with finger quotes. “You did the right thing by leaving as soon as you could.”

“Maybe we could answer it, do a photoshoot, tell him that Danny was your cat or something and he’s come home,” Tucker mused. “He’d be sad that he couldn’t have the cat, but surely it would be better than worrying the cat died, right?”

“What are you losers talking about?” Star said, giving their booth a wide berth. “You’re not hurting cats now, are you, weirdos?” She eyed them like they were gross. “It would figure.”

“Fuck off,” Sam said pleasantly. All three of them gave Star a rude gesture in unison, just like they had practiced. “That shit’s uncalled for.”

Star sniffled and turned away on her heel, cheer skirt flouncing behind her. A few moments later she clearly reached her table because the sounds of popular kid conversation got a lot louder.

“She should be a reporter,” Sam said darkly. “I would love for her to get sued for slander.” She snapped open her clutch and began applying even more black eyeliner, as if that would differentiate her from the other girls in the restaurant.

Tucker groaned and pulled his hat down over his eyes in despair. “That’s gonna be a bad rumor,” he complained. 

Danny couldn’t find it in him to care as much as he usually would. He was still stuck on the fact that Damian had put an ad in the Illinois Times. “Do you think he realized that Snitches got on a highway bus to Illinois?” he hissed, now aware that other people might be listening in. “How would he know that?”

Sam frowned. Tucker lifted his head and pulled out his phone to search. “That’s a good question,” he said to himself. He hit buttons rapidly. “Uh, same ad is in…” He trailed off. “Hold up, hold up, lemme search this backwards…” Whatever he saw had him raise his eyebrows high, look at Danny in disbelief, and then shake his head slightly. “You must be a really good cat. I'm kind of jealous.”

“What?” Danny hissed. “Just tell me.”

“Hey, hey, paws off.” Tucker moved his device further away. “Uh, this poor kid- well.” He paused. “Poor is the wrong word. He’s put ads in newspapers all the way up to Ontario and down to… Well, in Mexico at least.”

Danny and Sam stared at him in disbelief. “You’re fucking with us,” Sam said after a long moment.

Tucker silently shook his head. “There’s a nationwide Greg’s list ad,” he said grimly. “20 dollars an hour to print and staple missing cat photos to telephone poles. And a private detective’s agency on the case, asking for witnesses to come forward.”

Danny put his head in his hands. “I have to go back,” he said, haunted by the responsibility. “I can’t let him be this sad.”

“Danny, no.” Tucker said. Sam nodded her agreement. 

“…Yeah, that’s crazy,” he said unconvincingly. He gave a fake laugh. “He’ll get over it.” Danny stared into his drink, watching bubbles. Robin was not going to get over it. That kid loved hard.

“I could use 20 dollars an hour,” Tucker said in a thoughtful tone.

“No,” Sam said flatly.

Tucker shrugged, smiling slightly. “I wonder how much I’d get for bringing you back.” He shrugged theatrically. “You could send me to college, man! Don’t you want me to go to college?”

“No…” Danny said weakly. “I… Is that fraud?” Still. Money would be nice.

“Guys, no.” Sam knocked them both in the head with the pile of napkins. “You can’t do that to this little kid. He’s clearly not well.”

“Exactly,” Tucker argued passionately. “Imagine how happy he would be to get his cat back! We could reunite him with his pet!”

It was tempting. He felt, like, so bad about how sad Robin was. The little guy had been so proud of his pet. Danny could spare a few years to make a little kid happy, right? It was kind of greedy otherwise.

Danny stared at the bubbles in his drink again, really thinking it over. “I think I would have to fight crime with him,” he said dully. “That’s a minus.”

“Danny?” Sam rapped the table with her fingers. He looked up to see her pointed eyebrow raise. “What are you talking about?”

He hunched his shoulders up. “Nothing, nothing,” he lied hastily. He forgot they didn’t know. He couldn’t dox someone’s crime fighting identity, though, it would be really unfair. 

“You could buy me a house,” Tucker wheedled. Sam hit him.

[sukeruton-san]

Sorta Maybe Blind pt 3

First Previous Next

There's a group of people, about seven of them setting up big crates and boxes filled with products of the dangerous variety around the room. Chatting about this and that.

"Can you warn Me the next time you pick me up randomly, I know bad guys just came in but I want a little warning." the blind child grunted at him softly making sure to not make much noise.

"This will be the last of spontaneous trips for you"Bruce answered back in the low quiet voice.this is a tricky situation he founded himself in, the child was entirely unexpected coming through the broken down doors and landing right in front of them. Looking exhausted and famished.

Being a child without a guardian is already dangerous enough in Gotham being blind on top of that is practically a death sentence. Who are the child's parents, why did they leave him alone for so long, and where are they now.

Does he even have parents? Is he a orphan?

" Chong, you have the merchandise ready for receivable" Calin Honching asked one of the goons who we now know is named Chong

" Ye, got them all sir. these suckers are top of the line shit right here." Chong replied

" Excellent! We'll surely make lots of money this load"

Calin Honching is a man of upper class having a business named Honcare, a medical hospital that specializes in trauma care and surgeries. he is also a man he has been pursuing for a while now. Honching has been doing weapons deals across Gotham. Selling them to traffickers and meta-traffickers alike. The weapons mostly consists of guns and torturing devices though some of them are hefty loads of sedatives. He has been doing those deals in exchange for money and promise to get there victims treatment at his facility without being exposed of there wrongdoings. The man was horribly greedy wanting to make sure that you will have patience coming in Even if he's passively caused those patients wounds himself.

Another group of people came in with their own boxes. likely the buyers known as the horrforce they have been taking mostly children in the 13-15 range. the leader is named Kimlig Horrin

"Dr. Honching I hope you have my order ready "

"That I do Mr Horrin"

"Lovely, absolutely lovely bring the goods over."

" Batman " the child softly whispers " i heard something that sounds like scratching next to the voice of Horrin" looking around Horrin he spots the biggest box that they have brought big enough to fit at least one human teenager inside. A soft sound of nails scratching against wood can be heard if you listen for long and focused in that area enough

" How well can you hear it?" He asked

" Pretty well. I have really sharp hearing. if I didn't how else will I know that someone is approaching me.I listen for footsteps or a Heartbeat. And there's definitely one erratic heartbeat and frantic scratching over there" the child tensely states.

He may be a meta if he is able to hear heartbeats like Superman. He would have a suggested Kryptonian but kryptonians tend to be indestructible and clearly something happened to this child for him that become blind if the scarring creeping up his neck says anything.

Carefully he readjust the child and his grip before reaching his hand up to his com " Robin, Oracle, have we have a possible hostage situation along with the weapons deal be sure to be prepared"

" Affirmative "

" You got it B! Also been looking at reports for any missing children of his description and there are none for your information. How many children do you have now? 7? 8?"

"Hhuunn"

" Good chat B "

" Batman has 7-8 kids?" The child confusingly responds.

" You can here me?"

" Yes Mam "

" Weeeelllllll how about that!! should have probably known when you said you can hear heartbeats without any device. My name is Oracle what's yours?"

" Danny " he hums

" Good to meet you"

" Well Dr. Honching a say we have quite the lovely collection here!" Kimlig exaggerated shouts" what's your price"

" I think it's time to intervene Batman" Robin clicks before shutting the comm off and jumping on one of the goons knocking him out on impact.

Batman quietly crouches down in a more concealed area tucking Danny in a corner with his duffle bag that somehow hasn't made a sound during the whole scuffle. " Will you be all right if I leave you here" He concernedly ask

" I will be okay, go do your job"He gives you a reassuring smile and a thumbs up, almost hitting the box next to him.

Batman begins to nod look or thinking better of it "good stay here" turning around he jumps into the fray of the battle.

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Danny may have reveled too much about his hearing, but it was for a good cause because his obsession was roaring its head about the victim inside that box and he couldn't do anything about it.

Sitting in the corner he watches the bats movements, watching them fighting in a way that almost seems like dancing and they are the only ones who know to moves to it. It's kind of mesmerizing.

Looking at the abandon the box he leaves his duffle bag tucked into the corner and swiftly moves forward towards the box feeling around the sides he looks for something after he used to open it. After a bit of searching he finds a latch and lock. He morals his fingers around something revealing the lockpick he phaced into his finger you long time ago. You may never know when you might need one.

"Try and be still okay I am here to help you okay"He states hearing and feeling movement behind him He grabs onto their arm disarming them before judo flipping them up on the floor. delivering a kick to the face He knocks the enemy out cold.

He resumes his task of unlocking the wooden box. opening the box he finds a frail girl a little younger than him terrified before her face morphed into confusion and disbelief.

" You're blind. . . ."

" Thank you for stating the obvious, now do you want help out of the box or not" He holds out his hand in her direction, she hesitates before taking the hand and he pulls her out and close. then running back to the direction of the corner Batman lead him too.

" We'll stay here until they're done, what's your name?"

" . . .Carrie"

"Nice to meet you Carrie, I'm Danny what's you favorite color?"

He asked question after question making sure she's distracted from the situation at hand. she hesitates a bit before answering the questions, but as the more it goes on the more comfortable she gets. Until eventually Batman and Robin comes over to tell them the threat is resolved.

Danny puts his duffle bag back on when leaving the building they go into Pairs. Batman is checking Carrie over for injuries and Robin turns over to him " The GPD will be here momentarily. I want to congratulate you on the move you pulled back there. It was impressive for someone of inexperience in these types of situations."

" Well if I can do something, then I'm going to do it"

" A good moral code dut also a dangerous one, Daniel"

One Full body flinch and a pained grimace " please don't call me that, is either Danny or if you prefer last names it's " what was his new last name again? oh wait " Nightingale "

". . . Your last name is Nightingale"

"Yup" he agreed with a pop of the p

Batman comes over when done checking her over and making her comfortable why she waits for the medics to arrive. " Your skills in spatial awareness despite being blind is immaculate. Were you taught that move by someone?"

"My mom. . . When I was younger" holding the duffle bag closer he gains a conflicted face before smoothing his features out waving his hand "anyways since I found a weapons deal instead of a place to sleep you happen to have any good recommendations instead? kind of don't want to end up in a completely different situation that I know my luck will end up doing. you're the heroes of the city so you know the best areas, I'll tack any suggestion"

" Are you by yourself in the city?"Robin asked

". . . Yes, yes I am" he revealed

" I have an acquaintance that will be happy to let you stay the night" Batman admitted

Robin snapped his head toward the bat signing aggressively ' are we really doing this right now? do you really need any more children? I do not need another brother, father' Robin huffs

Rubbing the back of his neck"I don't want to bother the guy if he's busy"

" He is not busy at all" sirens could be heard little ways away of abandoned apartment. " I believe that is our cue to go. Danny, will bring you there in the batmobile if you so desire" they make sure Carrie gets to the medical professional there stating that he is all right and to focus on her. he turns over to Batman.

"That . . . Sounds awesome actually, thank you" at his words Batman brings said vehicle to a location beside the building. Taking his hand they lead him over to the car with Robin glaring holes into the back of Batman's head. Batman holds the back side door open for Danny to get inside then close is it. Robin gets into the passenger and Batman gets into the driver

They head off into the unforeseen night

( Sorry, it took so long to write this part but I hope you all enjoy it!!)

( edit went through the people who wanted to be tagged for the next part so @bushbees @not-your-average-url @i-have-three-feelings )

(edit #2 I realized my last paragraph was a seizure and a half so I fixed it)

[nanenna]

The Best Laid Plans

Sleepy King Master Post (for my contributions anyway)

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“I’m driving,” Jazz announced, snatching the keys from her dad as they all walked to where the GAV was parked on the city hall’s lawn.

“Young lady,” Mom started to scold.

“I only have a limited amount of time to drive with supervision before I’m off to college and driving all by myself.” Jazz gave her parents the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster.

“And I am more than happy to be that supervision,” Vlad said as he reached for the front passenger seat.

Danny quickly jumped into the back seat, as far away from Vlad as he could get. Jazz adjusted the seat and mirrors while she waited for her parents to get in. Then she looked Danny in the eye through the rear view mirror, “The engine doesn’t start until every last person is buckled in.”

“C’mon, Jazz! Even if your grandma driving somehow got us into a car accident we both know I’d be fine.”

“I’m not repeating myself.”

Danny grumbled as he buckled himself in, Jazz kept her smirk to a minimum as she started the car. While she drove them to Vlad’s home she half listened to her parents explain the situation to him, the other half of her attention being spent watching the cars on the road around her swerve and nearly crash around her. She pulled up to a red light next to another car, the passenger staring up at her dumbfounded. Jazz smiled and waved.

“So you’re telling me Daniel is now the Ghost King,” Vlad asked as they pulled up to his mansion.

“That’s what it looks like,” Dad agreed boisterously. “Right now it seems like a meaningless title, but we’re worried about him getting randomly summoned by those darn occultists!”

“A bunch of fanatics with ludicrous ideas,” Mom said with a sniff. “I’d hate to think what they’d try to do to Danny if it ever happens again.”

There was a pause as they all got out of the GAV, then walked into Vlad’s mansion together.

“That doesn't explain why you're here. Shouldn't you be in school, young lady?”

“Apparently it's school policy to send siblings home in these kinds of situations.” And Jazz was so thankful for that!

“And Danielle?”

“She doesn’t go to our school, now does she?”

Vlad nodded along before turning his attention fully on Mom. “I’m guessing you have a plan?”

“Of course,” Mom replied without another thought. “Since we’re pretty sure the title is attached to the crown, we’re going to destroy it and hope it destroys the Ghost King title.”

Vlad stopped in his tracks, “You’ll what?”

Dad patted Vlad on the shoulder consolingly, “I know, I’m sure Danny would be a good king too, but he’s adamant he doesn’t want to. And the risk of a bunch of wacko cultists kidnapping him is just too big.”

“It’s not like you want me to be king anyway,” Danny added with a smirk.

“Well… Little Badger, you’re so young!” Vlad blurted out.

“And it’s weird, you’ve had the crown for over a year now, but I’ve never seen you use it.”

Vlad sighed deeply, “I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t do anything.”

Danny just nodded, “So if it doesn’t work anyway isn’t it better if no one can?”

Vlad side eyed Danny before shrugging, “You do have a point. I shall go retrieve the crown, one moment.” He turned and left the sitting room he’d led them to.

The Fentons all sat down on various pieces of furniture. Their parents shared a couch, sitting as close together as possible, while Jazz and Danny each sat in a chair of their own. Danny sighed and slouched in his seat.

“Danny, have you let Sam and Tucker know what's going on yet?” Jazz asked. It seemed the easiest way to distract him while they waited.

“Yeah, kinda. I told them I was home safe and would explain everything after school.”

Jazz nodded, that seemed the safest.

“They promised to bring me my homework,” Danny added with a groan. “It's so unfair! I got kidnapped, shouldn't I get- oh shit!” Danny practically threw himself out of his chair.

“Language,” Mom chided.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” Danny whined as he picked himself up off the floor. Then he froze, eyes glaring at seemingly empty space. “How did you sneak up on me? You didn't activate my ghost sense at all.”

Danny waited, presumably a ghost they couldn't see was responding. Jazz had learned from the Youngblood incident, she quietly pulled out a collapsed boo-staff from her purse.

“You don't know who I am?”

…

“Well yes, but ghosts don't usually call me that.”

…

“How about you tell me your name first?” After another pause he burst into laughter. “Are you for real?”

“Danny, is it Youngblood?”

“Huh?” Danny looked to Jazz, then back to the open space. He gestured, “You can't see him?”

Jazz and their parents shook their heads.

Vlad came back into the room holding a cardboard box, knocking a thin layer of dust from the top. “Here it is!” He looked up and frowned. “Who are you, and why are you in my home?”

Everyone paused for the response.

“He didn't set off my ghost sense,” Danny added, he turned back to the empty space, “Are you even a ghost?”

A window burst, shattering into many flying shards under Batman’s combat boots. Jazz instinctively covered her face and shrieked. By the time she looked up the blond man in a trenchcoat from earlier was climbing through the shattered window while muttering to himself.

“Was that really necessary?!” Vlad yelled angrily.

The blond man pointed at Danny and said something, dazzling light flew from his finger to hit Danny, leaving him standing there braced for impact but looking fine.

Mom squawked, “What'd you do?!”

“Danno! Are you okay?” Dad rushed over to check Danny over.

“I think I'm okay?” Danny said shakily as he straightened up from his protective curl to look himself over.

There was a familiar burning crown floating over his head.

“Huh,” the blond man said, “that was supposed to reveal your true form.”

“Congrats, this is my true form,” Danny said with an eye roll.

“Danny, above your head,” Jazz said carefully. Unfortunately that got everyone's attention, far more than Wonder Woman slipping into the room.

Danny looked up, “What? Where?”

“No Danny, it's the crown,” Mom supplied, coming over to stand next to him while glaring at the heroes and their pet wizard. (That was unkind, Jazz shouldn't think such things.)

Dany reached up and felt around until he found the crown, then pulled it down to look at. “Okay, crown retrieved.”

“We may have a problem,” Vlad said as he pulled an identical crown from his cardboard box.

“What.” Danny looked back and forth between the crown in his hand and the one in Vlad's. “Why are there two?” Danny turned to the pet wizard, “What did you do?!”

“I didn't do anything, that was purely an identification spell, it can't duplicate things!”

“Well clearly you did something wrong,” Mom said while glaring at the pet wizard.

Jazz extended the boo-staff and came to stand slightly in front of Danny, these guys may have powers but Jazz had helped fight bigger, badder beings.

Vlad started to step backwards, back towards the hallway.

“Oh no you don’t!” Danny let go of his crown as he ran over to grab the crown Vlad was still holding, it quickly turned into a tug of war.

“Vladdie? What are you doing?” Dad asked in confusion.

“You don’t need two crowns, and since this one was already in my possession…”

“Absolutely not, you fruitloop!”

“Danny!” Mom and Dad both chided.

The Justice Leaguers had all gathered together and were just watching, seeming unsure what to do after all their silly dramatics.

Vlad glowered down at Danny’s hands on the crown, then his eyes widened. He switched to trying to grab Danny’s hand.

Danny looked down, his own eyes widened as he curled his hand into a fist. “Is that the Ring of Rage?! What the hell, that should still be on Pariah’s finger!” Danny looked at the pet wizard in horror, “What. Did. You. Do?!”

“Danny, Vlad, stop it both of you!” Mom moved over to the two and tried to separate them, Dad joined her and was doing his best to cajole them both into backing down. For her part Jazz kept her eyes on the intruders while the rest of her family and Vlad squabbled.

“Alright, that’s enough,” the pet wizard said grumpily before raising his voice. “Shut up!”

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{ Heyyyy, Not much to say just thought if this }~

•Deadbeat•

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Klarion was acting weird.

He had been attacked the YJL more often than usual and has been dragged it out for as long as he can and instead of his usual “Do what I need to and cause as much chaos as possible” it has changed to “Take as much time as possible to do what I need to do and cause even more chaos” so yeah Klarion has been a pain in their side for weeks at this point.

And today was no different, Klarion had showed up and brought some of these tar things that if you punched it they would explode in your face and cover you in the tar things (But don’t worry the tar doesn’t work it just feels and smells really weird) so well the YJL where fighting off the tar things Klarion was tinkering with what looked to be a puzzle box but Tim doesn’t really care about that right now he just needs to get to him after beating the tar things.

After about 19 minutes the YJL finally got to where Klarion was sitting looking at them but before Klarion could say anything someone suddenly yelled.

“KLARION YOU FUCKING DEADBEAT” Looking to where the voice came from and was met with a very pissed off and a very pregnant being looking at Klarion with the rage of a thousand suns.

All Klarion had time to say was “Oh shi-“ before being thrown more an a hundred feet than started to get thrown around like a rag doll well the being yelled at him in a very strange language.

And while the YJL watch as one of the biggest pains in there sides get thrown and Tim doesn’t know to step to help Klarion or start recording so the team could watch this later for fun, but Tim didn’t really have the chance to choose as a young voice from his right side.

“GET HIS ASS MAMA!” said what looked to be an 8 year old boy who looks like the perfect mix of the Being and Klarion and in his other hand was a camera and a small bowl of popcorn.

After a few minutes of watching Klarion get his ass kicked by the Being before Klairon is yeeted into a Lazarus green portal with the still very pissed off Being hot on his tail.

And the Kid follows close behind and walks through the portal as it closes behind him.

And now the YJL are just standing there covered in weird tar stuff and wondering what the hell just happened.

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Background

Dusk was just having a regular day ( well as regular your day can be when you are basically the prince of ghost and chaos ) when Papa ran in and shut the large black iron door behind him like his life depended on in, papa looked at him and Dusk looked back at him and just asks “What did you do to piss off mama?”.

“Well… you know how your mamas been making that new galaxy and how he absolutely adores the thing?” Papa says with a very nervous smile while he looks for the object Mama gave him to hop from one world to another without making Clockwork upset.

“Yeah of course mamas just showed me a few days ago” Dusk says while thinking his papa is avoiding the reason mama is mad when it dawns on him “…Oh you didn’t” Dusk says with horror, Mama says it takes a lot out of him to make a new galaxy and with him holding Dusk’s baby sister it takes even more so Mamas just been sleeping in the nest of his room.

“Well I went in there while your mama was asleep and I was trying to grab something from the new galaxy and I tripped and pulled the whole thing down….and that was what your mama woke up too so now if you excuse me I’m gonna go find something so your mother doesn’t beat the shit out of me” was the last thing papa said before hoping to one of his favorite worlds and at the same time is when a very sleepy mama walks in still in his nightgown and robe he hasn’t even put his hair up yet but he’s still looking like he’s going to kill a man before he turns to dusk and asks.

“Starling where is your Father?”

Well Dusk has always been a Mama boy

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Little Facts

•Short summary of why the hell is going on with Danny it’s the classic GIW and bad Fentons, Clockwork grabs him with the help of Dan and Dani and takes Danny to the ghost zone and now Danny is a full ghost but Dan and Dani were hurt in the fight to get Danny back but there are two problems one he can’t hold both cores at once as he is still a baby by ghost standards and his cores not powerful enough for that and he needs some DNA to help stabilize both of there cores and Clockwork calls a favor from Klarion to help Danny and Klarion falls in love with the very pretty ghost boy who can beat his ass and after Dan now Dusk has been born Danny lets himself fall in love with Klarion and now we’re here.

•Danny has a Space core and Dusk has a Moon core and Dawn has a Sun Core

•Klarion finds Danny being able to beat his ass hot and because Klarion is an immoral being it doesn’t really hurt or injure him Danny makes sure of that no matter how angry he is 

•Dusk likes making fun of how much of a SIMP Klarion is than immediately starts acting like a mamas boy the second Danny walks in a room

•The room that the new Galaxy was in is made of all black marble for the pillars and floor the nest I’m talking is a very large circle mattress in the middle of the room with dark blue almost black thin see through fabric around it with a lot soft and comfortable blanket in there for when Danny is making new things and sleeps in there if he’s tired enough for mad at Klarion and brings Dusk in there to show him Danny creations but Klarion always finds them later with Danny holding dusk like a baby in his sleep and ends up joining them

•Dusk has white hair like Danny while Dawn will have black hair like Klarion

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Appearances

Danny’s Appearance

[Ok so take the full dress and the fur arm thing and add on the middle part of the first one and than make the white hair from the third pic and make it into the first hairstyle than change the dresses color to black and green with silver]

Dan’s Appearance

[instead of red it green, black and silver]

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~{And that’s it! Also I was helped by @villainmirabelmadriga for the outfits and i love what they come up with so go check them out anyway byeeeee}~

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand 🖤

[PT: Killers reacting to nervous!reader holding their hand]

Pt 2 Here [link]

Danny Johnson ::

Oh! You're holding his hand!! That's so sweet, you hadn't done that yet-

Oh

Oh Wait

Are you fucking blushing???

Oh my god your face is so red oh it's so cute

Grabs your face very gently in one hand and teases the fuck out of you for it

"Aw, doll, are you nervous about holding my hand?"

Yes of course you are shut up Danny

"Nah, I won't. You're fucking cute like this. What, nervous about holding hands before marriage?"

Would bully you so fucking much about it

You wanna kill him /j /aff

Michael Meyers ::

A sudden weight in his hand catches him off guard, so he looks at you.

And there you are, small hand in his.

Oh god he could absolutely crush your hand if he wasn't careful

And he looks at you and you're so damn cute

You aren't looking at him and your face is that soft pink

He (very gently) gives your hand a squeeze in response. Just to let you know he's ok with this.

Definitely isn't letting go of your hand anytime soon though.

His Hand Now you will get it back in an hour dw about it

Amanda Young ::

You're holding her hand

Holy fucking shit you are holding her fucking hand

Oh my god ok Amanda, calm down. It's cool, this is cool. Everything's cool. Everything is fucking cool ok????

Just as nervous as you are, can't make eye contact for a bit

You're both blushing messes.

Finally gives your hand a soft squeeze to show she likes it.

Literally can't speak otherwise, too flustered.

Sweet Baby has not been given a lot of love after all. She ain't used to it.

The Huntress ::

Oh! You are holding her hand! How sweet!

Loves this so much, loves physical affection, biggest love language.

But...oh! Your face is so red, little rabbit! Are you alright?

Softly coos at you and brushes your face with her thumb, mildly worried.

When you explain you're fine, just flustered and nervous, she giggles.

Forehead kisses time and nice soft hugs.

Will do everything she can to make you feel more comfortable, so soft and sweet.

Sadako Yamamura ::

Just stares

Like for a really long time

Just staring at your hand in hers

Why are you doing that? Why are you being so tender?

She doesn't understand, but she doesn't want you to stop.

Slowly takes your hand and brings it to her face so you're instead holding her cheek in your palm.

Unsure what else to do, just knows she enjoys your touch. Knows she doesn't want you to stop being so loving.

If she had the ability to cry anymore, she probably would.

All from some hand holding. Poor thing.

BONUS!!

Ash ::

Smiles at you and squeezes your hand

Definitely thinks it's adorable how you're blushing

Would tease you a bit, but nothing like Danny

"What, all embarrassed from some handholding, sweetheart?"

You pout at him and he just chuckles, giving your hand another affirming squeeze.

"It's alright, you look cute like this."

You are blushing more than before, but you do feel better.

Prefers when you hold his good hand, the mechanical one doesn't have the same feeling.

[w2soneshots]

Girl dad -ChrisMD

words: 0.9k+

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, birth and postpartum depression.

summary: some fluffy chrismd girl dad headcanons.

notes: Life has been lifeing recently so my posts are annoyingly irregular but here’s this to hold you over until I get my shit together😫. Love ya girlys, missed uuu!!🫶🏼💞 (also thank you so much to anyone who sent in ideas, I appreciate you sm💅🏼)

• "A girl? Really?!" Was Chris' reaction when you told him the gender of your baby, the only reason you hadn't found out together was that the ultrasound technician had accidentally said 'she' during an appointment that Chris couldn't make it to. You weren't mad since everyone's human and she was extremely apologetic plus it was quite sweet telling Chris when no one else was around.

• After that day, you started putting together the nursery and every other time Chris went on a shoot that had Ethan, Danny or Simon on it he'd come back with a list of things that we needed to buy, which was actually very helpful since you had no idea you had to buy a baby bottle washer, cooler and warmer.

• Though you were having a girl she would definitely still be wearing the little arsenal jersey Chris had brought many months ago for announcing the news of your pregnancy to his friends (whose reactions were mostly shock and then extreme excitement).

• One night you and him sat in your baby's almost complete room. You were folding and organising the freshly washed little rompers and dresses while he built the comfortable nursing chair you'd bought. The room was completely silent but you were both so content, every other minute you'd glance over at each other and just smile. This was the life you'd always dreamed of... peaceful and happy.

• When you're little girl decided to make her arrival two weeks early while you were in the car on the way home from your parents house, Chris sped to the hospital, glancing over to you every few seconds. Though you were in pain Chris was way more stressed than you so you ended up reassuring him... "babe. Everything's fine, take a deep breath."

• It all ended up being absolutely fine. Though you got to the hospital within the skin of your teeth and she was born just fifteen minutes after you walked through the front doors, none of it mattered when your baby was placed on your chest.

• In the moment, when your baby girls cries filled the hospital room you looked over at Chris. His hand was holding yours tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks. Once his eyes met yours he smiled, leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "you did so well. I'm so proud of you my love."

• The first few weeks were hard. You were so happy and grateful to have a healthy baby but you were absolutely exhausted.

• Chris would get up with you every. single. time. your alarm went off to feed Annabelle -which is what you decided her name should be- that helped a little since it ment you didn't feel so alone.

• Eventually, the doctor diagnosed you with postpartum depression. Chris was the one to sit you down and gently ask if the both of you should look into it, since he had noticed just how difficult you were finding everything. Which in the end run you were extremely grateful for.

• After some lifestyle changes and online appointments with a therapist each week you started to feel significantly better, thankfully you caught it early so you didn't fall deeper into the dark hole. Months later you felt like a new person, finally truly enjoying motherhood.

• "Babe?" You called groggily after waking up, realising you'd just had a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep for the first time in... you couldn't remember actually. You got up to find Chris fast asleep in Annabelle's room on the rocking chair -clearly having taken the night shift as not to disturb you- while she also slept soundly in her cot. You smiled then left him to sleep. When he eventually got up and joined you on the couch you gave him the biggest hug and thanked him, he brushed it off as though it was nothing but you were so grateful that you had him.

• One day you sat in George and Arthur Hills apartment, the both of them meeting the baby for the first time and Chris was being extremely protective over your fragile little girl (which you weren't exactly mad about). "Wash your hands first!" "Hold her head properly!" He would instruct before adding a quiet "...please?" at the end.

• The dad jokes came in full force, he was constantly coming out with funny little one liners that always make you chuckle. A good example of one being when he said that Annabelle had more hair than Theo - which was even funnier because she actually had quite a lot of blonde hair, just like her dad.

• As soon as Annabelle could walk Chris was already -attempting to- teach her football and you would often find them sat together on the couch intently watching an arsenal game, which she surprisingly -but not so surprisingly- loved.

• "She's going to be in the big leagues one day," Chris quietly said into your ear with a proud smile as you watched your daughter play in her first actual football game at four years old. "She inherited your skills," you replied, your eyes admiring how happy she looked running around the pitch.

• "All done sweetheart." "Thank you daddy!" Annabelle beamed as she pulled the plat that Chris had just done for her to the front so she could admire it in the mirror. Minutes later she raced into the kitchen to show you. "Look mummy! Daddy did my hair!" Chris trailed behind her and you looked up at him in surprise. "It looks amazing sweetheart," you smiled at her before turning your attention to Chris, "when did you learn to do that?" "The other day. Watched a youtube video," he replied simply. "That's adorable." As if you couldn't love him more.

[hearts-hunger]

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Summary: Under the soft glow of the purple Halloween lights, Danny is sweet to you like he always is. || Sequel to Kitkat and Honeyglow

Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 2.4k | Warnings: drinking, smoking, mentions of wacky tobaccy, me not knowing anything actually about tarot cards (sorry)

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @spark-my-nature and go look lovingly upon this Kitkat 'verse Danny fanart she made that made me cry!!! Every Danny and Kitkat fic is dedicated especially to Miranda now :) I have at least one more fic for these two sweeties up my sleeve this spooky season, and I hope you like this short little fic! ♡

“Damn, Jake, how much tequila did you put in this?”

Jake laughed when you winced after the first sip of your drink, clinking his solo cup against yours.

“Beats me, kitkat,” he said. “You know I measure liquor with my heart.”

“Should start measuring with your liver,” you said, taking another drink anyway. “Lordy. I'm gonna be slap-out drunk after one drink.”

He cackled. “Slap out? That's weird. You're funny, honey.”

You grinned at the sloppy kiss he bestowed on your cheek as he went to rejoin the party, knowing Jake was well on his way to being slap-out drunk already. Most of the partygoers were in various states of intoxication, whether from the counter littered with half-empty bottles of booze or the weed that was being “discreetly” smoked in the back yard. One of the boys' friends had planned this bash to celebrate the beginning of the season at the haunted house attraction they worked for; this was sort of their last hoorah before nights and weekends became dedicated to scaring the bejeezus out of people for the next two months. You knew your boys were looking forward to getting back to work, and even though you weren't the biggest fan of haunted houses, you were happy to come and celebrate this year's reign of terror on the folks of your small town. 

You fished a Corona out of the cooler and went in search of your boyfriend, weaving through rooms filled with people talking and laughing and singing along to the Ghostbusters theme song playing at a blinding volume. Some were dressed in their costumes for work, getting in the spirit of things, and you politely sidestepped a ghoul and an undead nurse making out in the hallway. You spotted Danny in the living room, sporting a black hoodie and a backwards ball cap that somehow managed to tame his thick head of curls. He was talking animatedly to Sam, who was giving him a vaguely drunk but comically serious look of attention and consideration.

You'd almost made it to them when somebody in a clown mask started razzing the crowd, hollering and getting up in their faces. They all seemed to like it — it was just another day at the office for them, after all — but you stumbled back a little when he turned to you and held his hands up as if to snatch you.

“Hey, Bri, easy on the fright night with my kitkat.”

Your boyfriend’s kind reminder from behind you had Brian backing off with an applogetic laugh.

“Sorry, kid,” he said, muffled through his mask. “Forgot you weren't into all this. My bad.”

“That’s okay,” you said with a smile, thankful for the quick response. The actors who worked at the haunted house were very good about keeping things light and fun for all thresholds of thrill-seeking, even those as low as yours. Still, Danny's hand on your waist was a welcome comfort as Brian went off to scare somebody else.

“Thanks,” you said, turning to Danny. “I guess I should be used to this sort of thing by now.”

He smiled. “No sweat, kitkat. Brian's just funning you, but it's okay if you don't like it.”

You handed him his beer, and he accepted it with a word of thanks.

“This is my last one tonight, though,” he said, looking at your cup with a wry smile. “Somebody’s gotta drive us home, and if you're drinking some shit Jake made, no way should you be behind the wheel.”

Sam held out his hand for a taste of his brother's concoction, and when you let him have some, he coughed and spluttered.

“God damn, kitkat,” he said as you and Danny laughed. “You’re gonna be on the floor after that.”

“That’s the plan, Sammy boy,” you said cheerfully. You knocked back another swig and shuddered with the acrid taste. “Goes down real smooth.”

Danny chuckled and hugged you close to his side. “Having fun, kitkat?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Are you?”

He hummed in agreement around a sip of his beer. “It’s fun to be back with everybody. It's gonna be a good season, I think.”

The music crescendoed, almost rattling the windows with the volume of the synth.

“Do you know who you are yet?” you asked.

Danny leaned closer to hear you over the noise. “Do I know what?”

You stood on tiptoe and leaned on his arm. “Do you know what part you're playing yet? At work?”

He nodded. “Ah. Yeah. Werewolf again. It was such a big hit last year that they want to keep it around.”

You gave him a cheeky smile and a kiss. “It was a big hit for me too.”

He pinked a little, liking the compliment and the reminder of how you'd met. 

“Glad you're happy, sweetheart,” he said, a little bashful. 

Some of his friend wanted him to play a game of darts with them, and you stole one last kiss before you sent him on his way. You knew enough of his coworkers to hang out on your own, and the Kiszkas were milling around somewhere; you went to mingle and talk to some of the friends you'd made over the last year as you'd frequented the haunted house in the off season of repairs and updates.

Cindy, one of the girls who’d worked the zombie maze last year, took you by the arm and let you to where she and a couple other girls were messing around with tarot cards in the dining room.

“Your turn, kitkat,” she said, ushering you into the chair at the table laid with cards and fairy lights. “Time to seek your fortune.”

The girl telling fortunes shuffled the cards and fumbled a few with tipsy hands, and you laughed.

“Off to a good start, I see,” you teased.

“Just you wait,” she said with a grin. She laid three cards in front of you, and you watched curiously as she presented the lovers upside down, the tower, and the moon.

Your draw earned a low chorus of “oohs” from the girls around you. You didn't have the slightest idea what the cards meant and looked around at their faces to see what you could glean from their expressions.

“Bad news?” you asked.

Cindy gave you an uncertain gesture with her cup. “Dunno, kitkat. Looks like your love life is gonna get fucked up, your carefully laid plans are gonna get blown to shit, and you're in for some fear and confusion.”

“Aw, what the fuck?” you protested with a laugh. “Gimme some new ones. I don't like those.”

She waggled her fingers at you. “The cards tell all, babe. Better get with it.”

You let someone else have a turn, and though you enjoyed spending time with your friends, you couldn't help thinking about the cards you'd been given. You didn't want your love life to implode; you liked it just the way it was. 

When the girls pulled out a Ouija board, you declined being haunted and excused yourself to find Danny again. He was out on the porch, smoking a cigarette and finishing off his beer; you snuggled close to him in the chilly night air, thankful for his warmth.

“Saw you in there with Cindy,” he said. His handsome features were sharp in the purple lights strung overhead. “What were y’all getting into?”

“The future,” you said mysteriously.

He smiled. “Oh yeah? What'd you find out?”

You downed the last of your drink. “Well, we're about to break up, and then I'm gonna explode and die, probably.”

He laughed. “Well damn, honey. Is that all?”

“That’s all she wrote,” you agreed. 

He leaned his elbows on the railing, looking out at the spooky decorations in the yard, and you hugged his arm.

“Dan?”

“Hm?”

“I don't wanna break up and explode and die.”

He turned his face to yours, nudging the bridge of his nose against your cheek. “We’re not gonna break up, kitkat.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, half-serious. Maybe — certainly — it was the alcohol making your head fuzzy and your emotions wobbly, and you knew you were worried way too much about some drunken tarot reading that none of you had done correctly anyway. But you still wanted reassurance, and as he always did, Danny gave of his kindness and patience very generously.

“Kitkat,” he said gently. He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sure, sweetheart. I'd have to tear my heart out to ever live without you. You hear me?”

You blossomed under his touch, leaning close. “I hear you. I love you, Danny.”

He kissed you, and you felt his smile. “I love you, my sweet kitkat.”

You shared a cigarette under the soft violet lights, talking about the upcoming season and your plans for your anniversary that was only a few weeks away. 

“I think we should make it official and start a family,” he said.

You blushed, partly out of surprise and partly out of some insane pleasure at the idea. Of course you weren't ready for kids and he was only messing with you, but you didn't mind the thought of starting a family with him one day.

“Little Danny junior, huh?” you teased gently.

He grinned. “Later, kitkat. Let me marry you first. But maybe we could get a puppy and start practicing.”

You laughed. “Okay, honey. I like that idea. And the one about you marrying me.”

He pulled you snug against him. “I’m working on it. But, you know, rings that a haunted house actor and part time drummer can afford are kinda scarce.”

You slipped your hand under the purple lights on the railing and showed him a light resting on your ring finger.

“There,” you said. “Found a free one.”

He chuckled and kissed you. “You sure are silly, kitkat. I love you. And your free ring. It's very generous of you to find one.”

“Just doing my part,” you said, smiling up at him. You untangled your hand from the lights to brush your fingers over the curls that peeked out from his ball cap. “I love you too.”

When you ventured back to the party, you found that most everybody had settled out in the back yard for a showing of some horror movie on the projector. You and Danny found a spot on the grass to watch, and the Kiszkas joined you. You hoped it would turn out to be a slasher, since you were getting braver with that kind of scary flick, but you quickly found out it was something about ghosts or demons; you didn't watch it closely enough to find out. You hadn't quite gotten over your innate scaredy-cat nature to handle that kind of movie yet. Danny was absorbed in the movie and talking to the boys about it as they all enjoyed it, so he didn't notice that you were hiding behind your hands for a large portion of it.

Halfway through, when the movie was paused to let people refill drinks and snacks, Danny did lean over to check on you.

��How’s it going?” he asked. “This one’s not so bad, is it?”

“Um...” You didn't want to spoil something he was obviously enjoying, but you’d just about reached your limit for terror, even on a movie he thought was tame.

His expression softened with chagrin and worry. “Aw, honey. You don't like it, do you?”

His understanding made you brave enough to tell him the truth. “Not... not really,” you said apologetically. “I’m sorry, Danny.”

He shook his head. “You don't have to apologize, kitkat. I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier. We can go home if you want.”

You looked up as he stood. “Are you sure? I don't mind staying if you want to finish the movie.”

He offered you a hand up. “I don't want to stay if it's scaring you, honey. I'm happy to go home if you're ready.”

You took his hand, grateful for his kindness to you, and you said your goodbyes to the Kiszkas and the rest of your friends. The boys gave you some ribbing about still being a scaredy-cat, but you knew it was in good fun.

On the way home, you and Danny stopped to get something to eat and ended up camped out in the living room at the house he shared with the Kiszkas. You divvied up your Taco Bell orders as Danny queued something up on the tv.

“I think this one's a little more your speed, kitkat,” he said. “But you let me know if it’s too scary.”

The opening to Halloweentown started to play, and you nudged your elbow against his ribs and earned a sweet little giggle.

“Sorry, kitkat. I’m only teasing.”

He consoled you with a kiss, and as you sat together and enjoyed the movie that was indeed much more your taste, you found yourself watching him more than your were watching the movie. 

He chewed on his straw. “What?” He offered you his Baja Blast. “You want some?”

You smiled. “No, but thank you. I’m just admiring my lovely boyfriend.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I'm a real hunk eatin’ my weight in tacos and nacho fries.”

You patted his shoulder. “I like a man with a healthy appetite.”

He laughed and gave you a goofy smooch. “Good to know, baby.”

You broke out the candy after a while, grabbing a bag of the fun-sized Skittles and Hershey bars you’d been planning to save for trick or treaters in your more proactive moments. But you could buy more, and the boyish smile on Danny’s face when you tossed the bag in his lap was priceless.

“See, this is why I keep you around,” he said. He fished out a candy for you. “Your special candy, my sweetheart.”

You smiled when you took the Kit-Kat that looked impossibly small in his big hand. “Thanks, honey. I guess it is my special candy, isn't it?”

You broke off half of it and gave it back to him. 

“I didn't mean for you to share it with me,” he said, amused and kind. “But thank you.”

You gave him a quick kiss, candy-sweet and full of the easy love you shared, and he smiled as he pulled you close and deepened it.

“I love you, kitkat,” he said. “You know that, don't you?”

There was no way for you not to know. In his kindness and patience, his selflessness and sweet nature, Danny showed you he loved you until you thought your heart would burst with it.

“Yeah,” you said softly. You smiled. “I know it. I love you too.”

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[lizzy019]

Hey hey!! I'm the anon who requested the poly Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence fic, but if u wanted u could do a blurb just to get it off the list?

Also bc u have full creative freedom it might be nice

Idk, in my experience only writing other people's ideas for a while can lead to some killer burn out and I would hate if u got that :((

Ily, have such a nice day, drink water, all that stuff!! 🫶🫶

Thanks babe! I'll try 😭 I'm lacking motivation lately. I used GN reader for this, I hope you don't mind! <3

~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~

"Whimperin' and moanin', like a bitch in heat. Bet your little Danny just adores it, huh?" Johnny snarled as you gagged on Daniel's cock.

Locked in an Eiffel Tower position, you felt utterly useless but to succumb to the two men. You really were like a dog in heat, taking everything they so graciously handed to you whether it be given aggressively or kindly. You took what you got and were thankful for it.

"Oh fuckin'- ah shit! Oh baby! Yeah baby, suck it! Suck it real go-oh fuck!" Daniel was such a bloody mess, his legs were barely holding him up if it weren't for Johnny's rough hands holding him still.

Johnny was smirking like he'd accomplished the greatest thing known to man, pounding into your wee, puffy little hole with vigour as you practically ate Daniel's cock.

It was stupid, all of this stemming from who had the biggest cock and who could last the longest.

But could you really find it in you to care when you were being used like a sex doll? No, you were enjoying it too much to really find a reason to complain.

Your body was sore, your back hurt from the constant arching and moving to adjust for the sake of your comfort, but it was always overtaken by Johnny pushing a hand back against you to keep you from moving.

"They're so good for us, aren't they, Danny? Look at 'em, just takin' these two cocks like a bitch. Bet they like it too, huh? Don't you? Don't you? Come on, fuckin' say it!" Johnny was cold with his words, as if trying to keep his cool even if he was staggering too.

He knew you couldn't speak with your mouth full of Daniel's cock, he just wanted an excuse to give your ass a slap, albeit not hard enough to hurt you.

Without any warning, Daniel had moaned just a bit too loudly as his hot semen filled your mouth and slicked your throat. It tasted yummy, as odd as it sounded. Like salt, but creamy and tangy with just a bit of sweetness to it.

Daniel didn't even seem to feel bad about losing and cumming first, he simply collapsed and let you use his body as something to lean on.

And sure enough, Johnny wasn't far behind as his cum spurted out of his urethra and into the condom he wore to protect you from his children ruining your hole and undergarments.

Poor Daniel, he had to catch you when you collapsed on top of him, and make sure he wasn't crushed under the weight of Johnny on top of you both.

But it was cozy, and you had to admit that being with these two men was nice, warm, and enjoyable.

"Johnny... next time, you should moan like me too. It gets 'em off." Daniel teased, kissing your head to soften the embarrassment he so obviously brought you while Johnny only laughed.

"Pfft, that's gay." Johnny muttered, rolling over to lay on his back and away from you two.

"...Johnny, you are gay." Daniel laughed.

Johnny simply shot him a look before trying to close his eyes and get some sleep. However, you were already long gone into your little sleep.

I kept messing up Johnny and Daniel because Ralph Macchio plays Daniel but he also plays Johnny in The Outsiders, so I had to edit this six times 😭

[allwormdiet]

Worm Cast Impressions (Arcs 1 to 7)

Easy money says some of these characters are about to fucking die so I'm pausing now to jot down my impressions of everybody who's managed to make an impact (and one or two characters whose lack of impact is kind of impressive)

Undersiders

Taylor Hebert: Character of all time. Simultaneously sanest and least sane person in the entire universe. Deeply concerned about keeping hold of her moral core, constantly innovating in ways to inflict violence on her enemies real and imagined. Has never fully finished thinking her actions through once in her entire life, people keep thinking she's the most cautious girl they know. Her first kiss was partly because she liked the boy and partly because she wanted to piss off her bully. I am cheering for her more often than not and I am so scared of what this story is going to do to her.

Brian Laborn: I want to study him in a lab. Team leader entirely by default, as near as I can tell. Hates using violence as a means of control, really good at using violence as a means of control, seems to default to using violence as a means of control when he's upset. I don't think he's normal about women. Desperately trying to be so so so boring, thinks he's perfectly rational even though he is just as unhinged as his teammates, I suspect that he has built a mental prison with twenty layers of protection around all thoughts that would suggest he is anything other than Normal and Strong and Reliable. Maybe turned on by efficient displays of violence?

Lisa Wilbourn: She is so charming and I am so scared of what's actually going on in her head. I think Taylor's best friend but definitely her biggest enabler. Stop lying and let me know what is going on in your head, I know more about Alec and Rachel than I know about you. Concerned that she's only nominally concerned about Coil being a heinous fucker. Desperately hoping the air can be cleared so I stop worrying about whether she's going to destroy Taylor or something. She has to know Taylor is a wannabe hero.

Alec: The fact that he's really only done one thing that I consider morally in the wrong is kind of incredible when looking at the fact that he's a recovering sex cult enforcer who started living something approaching a normal human life as a homeless preteen. He's had three years to jury rig a sense of humanity and morality mostly on his own and the end result is a selfish lazy jerk, and yet the fact that this is what he's managed to come up with on his own is, without sarcasm, worthy of a fucking prize. He's actually really good at this all things considered. Actually a little bummed that he didn't oppose Coil for the whole Dinah creepfest.

Rachel Lindt: Rachel Lindt is maybe the best character so far. Autistic dog girl who only tolerates human society so she can better feed and care for her animals. I'd say something like "I'd kill for her" but there's no way I could do that any better than her dogs and she'd call me stupid. Only thing against her at this point is the slur usage, which is rough to deal with, but I suspect part of that is just being written in 2011.

Loved Ones

Danny Hebert: You sad bastard. Please survive long enough to reconcile with your daughter. I know he can't provide any material support for the problems his daughter has been dealing with, that the bullies are too well-protected and there's basically nothing that he can do about parahuman shit, but I wish she would allow him to be there for her. Maybe he'd be uncool about it, sure, but maybe not. Makes me sad to think about.

Aisha Laborn: This girl is in dire need of someone to have her back and also, like, pay attention to her; Brian is the closest one to actually doing it but I don't think his best efforts are enough. I know she's gonna be an Undersider in the future so hopefully I get to have a more thorough impression of her, and one that's not marred by the fucking Mercedes metaphor, Jesus Christ that was a rough passage to get through.

Protectorate

Armsmaster: I'd probably like him more if he wasn't so up his own ass about being in charge and earning glory. My suspicion is that he's basically a good guy with some bad habits that nobody can check him on, which has spiraled out of control. Might unironically consider a teenage criminal his nemesis, which is funny but not a great sign of his priorities.

Miss Militia: My prior complaints about her possibly inappropriate response to holding Regent hostage are entirely subsumed by the fact that the last twenty-six years of her life have been lived on terms set by the Protectorate. She was nearly devoured by the machinery of empire and now she's become a component of empire that feeds upon others, and she hasn't even realized it. She never had a goddamn chance.

Velocity: Nothing to really say about him, except there has to have been a way to design his costume so that a teenager with unaugmented strength couldn't take him out with a single blow to the testicles.

Assault and Battery: The name theming feels a bit weird (what, if they got a third would their name be Coercion?) but whatever. I like the idea of a duo with complementary powers, I guess, but there's not really much else here.

Dragon: On the one hand she's in charge of the Birdcage and is friends with Armsmaster, but on the other hand she clearly hates the Birdcage for what it's made her complicit in, and maybe Armsmaster is good to have as a friend. Jury's out, unlike on Canary.

Wards

Gallant: The best way I can think to describe this guy is "blandly nice." It's like if "inoffensive" could be a personality trait. Glory Girl could do better than him, probably, but to be fair she could also do a lot worse.

Clockblocker: I think he's the funny one? Or at least the deliberately unserious one, which is the same thing. The first character confirmed to have developed entomophobia as a result of Skitter, probably not the last. Stopped a bomb from destroying the East Coast which feels like it should get more attention.

Vista: World's most powerful thirteen-year-old. Who deployed her to stop that bomb and fight those Nazis. I want names.

Kid Win: No sense of proportion on this kid, my god. Shooting a laser cannon meant to deal with threats that are theoretically rated higher than Lung into a bank filled with hostages? He's lucky nobody died.

Shadow Stalker: What the actual fuck is going on with her. Who hunts other human beings with broadhead arrows? That's for making someone bleed to death. If she was doing it to the fucking Nazis then that'd be fine, but no, it's Grue and Taylor we've either seen or heard about her getting rough with. Either the Protectorate knows she's a maniac and is letting it rock until she gets herself caught, or else they don't realize what she's doing in which case someone is not doing their job.

Browbeat: Absolute nonentity, to the point it's almost distracting. The description of the bank fight suggests he lost to Regent, which I think means that Regent got close enough to a guy with super strength to knock him out with a taser and didn't get his block knocked off. No wonder the Protectorate wants to trade him out, dude's got nothing going on.

PRT

Director Piggot: I don't like the organization she works for, because the vibes beyond the city level feel rancid, but for Piggot I mostly just sympathize with her. She's trying to corral a bunch of teenagers and adults, who all have some kind of horrific trauma shaping them and also giving them powers that are baseline as dangerous as a fucking gun, into something resembling a fully effective government agency, with no signs of support from the other cities or the higher-ups despite the fact that the literal fucking Nazis have her heroes outnumbered and have apparently had it that way for decades. Let this woman take a vacation or something.

New Wave

Glory Girl: Absolute nerd who seems to love being a superhero, and also making Nazis ragdoll in her spare time. I'd love to end it there, but unfortunately she's got some bad habits; girl desperately needs to kill the cop in her brain and get her impulsiveness under control, the fact that she ragdolled the Nazi on accident and threatened to pull favors in the judicial system to send a first-time offender (and Tattletale) into the Birdcage don't reflect great on her ability to keep a lock on things in high-stress situations.

Panacea: Pathetic girl who is clearly sitting on a pressure cooker of issues. I know what those all are but I'm not going to comment on any of it until we're actually there. For now it's mostly just a pity thing.

Azn Bad Boys

Lung: I was harsh on his characterization at first but I'll admit with time and context I'm not nearly as quick about that. He definitely still sucks, the guy literally murders his lieutenant as a matter of bruised pride and making his life more convenient. Also still cannot shake the feeling that he was basically idling in Brockton Bay for most of his career with the kind of power he has on tap.

Bakuda: She's a monster, but that also kind of oversimplifies things. She's clever, arrogant, grandstanding, and gleefully violent, even as she has the capacity to admire the architecture that another Tinker has crafted and to treat Lung as something resembling a friend. I don't think there's a world where she triggers and is, like, a good person, but I think this was one of the worse lives she could have wound up living. Also, y'know, she's dead.

Empire Eighty-Eight

Kaiser: Rancid smug piece of Nazi shit. Stupid too btw, why are you bothering with street-level robberies and extortion when you own a fucking pharmaceutical corporation? Why are you fighting out in the streets and meeting with other Nazi capes when you could be acting through proxies and bankrolling far-right parahuman cells across the country? Like I'm glad he isn't smart enough to think like that but fuck me.

Purity: Like, actually for real dumb as a bag of hammers. Kaiser barely has to try to wrap her back around his finger and she divorced him; Tattletale barely has to try to get her to back down and she thinks Tattletale exposed her identity to the public. Truly nothing in that skull of hers.

Hookwolf: Nazi capes fuck off

Stormtiger: Nazi capes fuck off

Cricket: Nazi capes fuck off

Rune: Nazi capes fuck off

Night: Nazi capes fuck off

Fog: Nazi capes fuck off

Wait does Coil's gang genuinely not have a name

Coil: Everything about this guy just pisses me the fuck off honestly. He presents himself as some kind of lesser evil, a firm but gentle hand that can guide all facets of the city to a brighter future, but he doesn't have the intelligence or vision to back any of it up; he displays nothing but brute force manipulation tactics involving bribery and blackmail, he's tunnel-visioned and cruel to the point that it ruins his own long-term plans, and before I forget everything about his thing with Dinah gives me fucking hives and I want to beat his skull in with my bare hands. I hope Taylor gets to kill him. Oh, or maybe Dinah.

Nameless sniper: Actively cooler and more competent than Coil.

Travelers

Trickster: genuinely cannot trust a man wearing a top hat in the year 2011, not even as a bit

Sundancer: what the fuck went so wrong with your life that your power is The Fucking Sun

Faultline and Co.

Faultline: Ironically not a super strong read off of her in terms of personality. Seems generally pretty cool going off of how she interacts with and leads her team. Very funny that she has a rivalry with Tattletale.

Newter: Little worried that he's selling his body secretions as a drug to other teenagers but if a parahuman only has one red flag that's pretty good actually

Gregor the Snail: This dude rocks, actually, love the vibes he gives off. Shame that people hate him for being fat and a mutant.

Labyrinth: Would like to see more of her when she's back in reality, otherwise not much to go off of. Cool power.

Other Parahumans

Scion: Fucking creepy

Marquis: probably Panacea's dad, calling that shot.

Paige McAbee: Justice For Paige McAbee.

Dinah Alcott: not really a character yet so much as a particularly horrifying MacGuffin but Jesus Christ what an awful fate

Uber and Leet: Gamers should be more oppressed. Also they beat the shit out of sex workers on a livestream and aren't considered serious enough threats to be consigned to the Birdcage, which feels pretty bad.

Heartbreaker: Haven't even met this guy and he sounds fucking awful. Please god somebody take him down.

Normal Humans

Emma Barnes: I need to understand what's wrong with her. Something happened that gave her the temperament and skillset of a CIA torture technician before freshman year of high school and she turned that onto her best friend for reasons totally unbeknownst to us.

Sophia Hess: I don't know I feel that the one bully who does the most physical harm and acts the most aggressive is the black one. Pretty bad I think. She's also clearly got something going on in her head but tbh that feels like it's going to be more straightforward than whatever is wrong with Emma.

Madison Clements: I feel like she's just here so that Taylor could be bullied without overusing the other two. What's your stake in this? Why do you give a shit? Does it matter? Probably not.

Mr. Gladly: I hated every teacher I ever knew who acted like this and I hate him even more for being utterly useless in protecting a student from blatant harassment. Fuck off.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Royal, The Abducted, And The Baffled

For: @armed-with-knitting-needles @phantoms14 @ventisettestars and library_of_Cronos and the_crownless_queen and warvik

The FrightKnight has zero chill, Amity Parker’s -specially the A-Listers- have all the chill, and Danny just wants tochill but everyone is making that very hard to do. Anyway, he’s the high ghost king now and the biggest problem his goddamn bullies have with that is that his castle looks like shit.

Danny’s walking forwards steadily, stomping his feet a little and glaring ahead in annoyance. The FrightKnight spent nearly all of yesterday chasing him around and shouting about how he needed to ‘vanquish’ Pariah once and for and all and claim his ‘rightful place’, multiple people saw, Danny was not impressed. Especially because one of the people who saw that shit was Dash, hence why Dash and co have been following him around for the past half hour pestering him about ‘being so bad at being a Fenton that he couldn’t get a single ghost to leave him alone’. Which hey! Danny did get the guy to shove off, you know, by angrily stomping into Phantom’s Keep aka his current ghost zone lair, tearing open the sarcophagus, and just ramming the shit out of Pariah’s entire chest area with multiple weapons, of varying types, and sizes. The guy was ended, over, done with; not Danny’s problem anymore, or anyone else’s for that matter. Now the FrightKnight could shut the fuck up and leave Danny the fuck alone for, like, ten minutes at least.

But what does he get instead of peace? Why Dash of course! That’s what his luck is like. Ugh.

Dash snorting, “I bet the ghost of fear was following Fentailbone because he was just so fed up with how not scary he is even though he’s got spooky powers!”.

Kwan chuckling, “yeah! Even the Box Ghost can be scarier! You know, like that one time”.

How dare!

Paulina and Star snickering to each other. Paulina sounding sickly sweet, “or maybe he was trying to teach the boy how to dress, that ghost does know a thing or two about fashion clearly”, sounding like she’s talking to Star now, “like girl, have you seen how shiny his armour is? I would love if I could get my hair to have that kind of sheen”.

Dash snorting, “the only sheen Fenton’s got is coked up Charlie Sheen chic”.

Okay yes Danny’s fashion sense is dumpster inspired but RUDE!

Kwan groaning, “man that drama was so good, right?”. Everyone else in their stupid little group voicing their agreeances, which fine even Danny agrees that had being very interesting drama and sue him, he’s just as much of a gossip as any other self respecting ghost is.

Then, because of course, a ghost portal just opens up right beneath Danny’s feet, and the A-listers are close enough to him to get sucked in as well. Fun.

All of them landing on the hard tiled floor with an intricately well designed, but beaten down, red rug underneath them. Oh hey! This looks like the inside of his keep! That can’t possibly mean anything? Could it? COULD IT! Danny was going to end Frighty. Danny grumbling as he stands up and brushes off his pants, “I’m going to find you, you spooky motherfucker, and piss in your stupid little silly helmet”.

Everyone else groaning a little as they all scramble up, they’re not nearly as surprised or freaked out as a non-Amity Parker would expect them to be, after getting magicked into a weird beaten down castle and all. Amity Parker’s just weren’t weak like that, nowadays. Paulina holding her hands up to her chest and poking at the floor with one foot, “oh ew, this place is so totally run down. Why couldn’t I have fallen into a castle place that was pretty and sparkly?”. Star grabbing Paulina’s arm, “I know girl, look at all the weird creepy statues!”.

Dash grunting, smacking Kwan one on the back, “oh whatever, let’s just find this ghost whoever and beat the the shit outta them”, glaring at Danny, “ you just stay here, ya damn twink, and let the real men handle this”.

Danny turning to them slightly and glaring, “fuck you”. This place was technically Danny’s home so, no. He doesn’t feel like getting beaten up today, and Pariah was too stabbed through for anyone to be going and beating him up. Like, there is a such thing as over kill at a certain point.

Then the goddamn FrightKnight appears in a puff of spooky, ominous purple smoke. Everyone behind Danny yelping while the ghost bellows, “I HATH RETRIEVED YOUR GREATNESS, OH ALL MIGHTY KINGSBANE! IT IS TIME TO CLAIM YOUR THRONE! MY KING!”, and swings his sword to basically point it directly in between Danny’s eyes.

Danny… Danny wants to flying kick him square in the face. Immediately.

Dash sputtering a bit, “why are you shouting that at Fenturd?! Me or Paulina I’d get!”, turning on Danny, “who died and made you king!”.

Danny is passed the point of goddamn caring anymore. Fuck all of this. Fuck all of them. Fuck the FrightKnight’s hard on for making Danny more powerful and more kingly. Fuck this shitty ass ugly ass building. Fuck secret identities because this asshole just does not understand the concept, clearly. And also? Fuck subtlety.

Danny starts smacking at the ghosts sword wildly with both arms and hands. “Dude you suck, how do you have the worst situational awareness in all of existence, holy shit”, grumbling and aggressively stomping over to the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, grabbing the edges, and violently tearing off the front; yeeting the front half into a wall dramatically. Danny gestures at Pariah’s spectral corpse, still littered with multiple different knives, and spears, and swords, and axes, some pencils, a butter knife or two, there’s even a tv remote Danny sharpened with some ecto-fire and an edge. Danny grinning manically and growling, “this motherfucker did, shit head”.

The group actually looks slightly freak out, the FrightKnight seeing that, gives Danny a little cheery thumbs up. Danny scowling at the ghost, “Frighty, I am so goddamn close to just busting into your area, eating all of your flooring, and cramming you back into your goddamn pumpkin. I’ll rename it the fucking timeout pumpkin!”.

The FrightKnight putting a hand to his chest, “but your majesty, I must stay by your side and they should know and fear your greatness!”.

“I’m not Pariah! I don’t actually want people terrified of me, man!”.

“All ghosts need fear, your highness!”.

“The flavour of fear that I like is the kind that comes from chaos and confusion, not terror!”, crossing his arms and huffing, “which to be fair”, nodding his head at the A-Listers who are all in varying stages of freaking out, “this is doing a fantastic job of causing so much confusion”. At the FrightKnight perking up and his hair fire waving more happily. “No, bad. Do not yank random people into my goddamn throne room! I don’t care if it makes the ‘good fear’! Go set a random stop sign on fire or get the head Observant drunk during a hearing or something, instead!”.

Dash throws his hands up, “what the Zone, Fenton!”, sticking his hands out at Danny and at the sarcophagus, “are you seriously trying to say, that you busted in here at some random point and stabbed goddamn Pariah fucking Dark in the core a bunch of times with random pointy shit! How did that happen?!?”, dropping his arms and blinking, sounding way calmer, “no really, how?”.

Kwan looking at Dash nodding, then Danny, “cool though, I guess”.

“No Kwan man, that’s Fenton, once a loser always a loser”.

Paulina actually shoves Dash a little, “king, or whatever, is automatically cool, Dash”.

“Heh, yeah I guess. I am the football king after all, and I’m the coolest”.

Danny blinking at them, speaking monotoned, “I like to take the speeder on random little zone trips sometimes, found this place, got creative”. Weak ass excuse but he does not care even slightly.

Star putting a hand on her hip, “well if you’re this places king or whatever why haven’t you spruced it up? This place looks dreadful”. Paulina going wide-eyed before instantly nodding, “dios mio! Definitely”, she immediately moves to stalk up to Danny, grab his arm, and start dragging him off, “if you’re going to be cool now then we are fixing this travesty”.

Danny just sputters disbelievingly while the entire A-lister group starts basically tearing the place apart. Trimming the frayed curtains, dumping water on overly dusty shit (he neither asks nor cares where they got the water from), shouting at him to fix his ‘ugly ass rugs’, Paulina even starts smacking the FrightKnight to get him to clean the super high up massive windows and tapestries.

Danny shouting, “HA!”, at the FrightKnight -who is just leaking tangy spicy confusion-based fear- while the ghost is forced by Star to rearrange the dinning hall to be symmetrical, her ranting the entire time about Pariah having the worst room design sense in the world.

Kwan’s off pointing at an accent stair step, utterly baffled why anyone would have that in their house or place or castle. He acquired a hammer at some point, Danny left him to that.

Dash was now raiding a random storage room for ‘more manly’ statues, while calling Pariah’s skull and bat statues tacky and thus pathetic. He even called The FrightKnight pathetic when the guy tried to defend the aesthetics of bats.

Star set what Danny assumed used to be Pariah’s bed on fire because it was a ‘travesty to all ghost kind’. Which yeah, thing was really ugly, lion themed for some reason, and shaped like a comma. Danny had to spend the next half hour making a new rocket ship themed bed out of ecto-constructs. Star deemed it childish but acceptable because of his ‘weird love of space’.

Then Paulina went and forced everyone to stitch tiny little stars into the bottoms of all of the tapestries. Danny bitched that he could have just made ecto-construct ones or something and she called him lazy. The A-listers nearly spent more time relentlessly mocking the FrightKnight for sucking at using a thread and needle. The guy was in armour, Danny doubted he could sew sweet dick all with armour covered fingers.

By the time Danny had managed to drag the group of humans to and through the little ghost portal connected to his Fenton Works bedroom that he had, the FrightKnight was left just standing, half sagged over, and physically shaking from bafflement and sheer concern. The guy looking at Danny, “there, there is something deeply wrong with your citizens”.

“Oh I’m well aware, Frighty, well aware”, snorting and crossing his arms, “honestly? These days I get more of that sweet sweet confused fear from the ghosts than the humans”. Everyone did just kinda go ‘ah not this shit again’ nowadays, rather than screaming in terror or fleeing like their lives depended on it.

The FrightKnight slightly shakes himself off, “well I’m glad to be of service and to your tastes, your highness”.

“Ew, you could have phrased that better”.

The ghost just gestures at the throne, so Danny sighs and does the thing that the goddamn personification of fear abducted him to do. Takes his rightful place on the High Ghost Kings throne; Frighty being more than eager to give him his crown.

Danny will bet money that if Dash and his buddies even tell anyone about this, whoever will just blink, then go ‘huh that’s neat. Guess Fenton’s cool now’, and go back to eating a sandwich or something. But hey, at least his lair looked nice now? Maybe that’ll get him to actually spend more time in the place…

End.

Prompts: Dash really shouldn't ask the question "Who died and made you king?" to Danny Fenton without knowing there's an actual answer to that. Reveal gone right. Everyone knows Danny has ghost powers. No one (or only the people who know in the show) knows he's Phantom After Danny defeats Pariah Dark, Fright Knight becomes loyal to him, and the knight doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of a secret identity. Shenanigans and ghost politics ensue Ghosts feed on fear produced by the living. Some ghosts arent picky about the flavor, some are. Danny is not exempt despite his halfa status. And it might not bother him all that much. (Horror and/or fluff encouraged) Danny surprisingly gets good advice from an unlikely source

[tragicallyuncreative]

Chapter five soon queen? Hope all is well!

Consider this my T-minus 12 hours or sooner announcement!!! I WILL be posting Chapter 5 tonight. Whether it be before or after midnight, I can't tell you, but I have tomorrow off and nothing due in the next 24 hours so I'm determined not to sleep before it's posted.

Thank y'all SO much for being so patient. All is well, just been so insanely busy that I haven't had a time to breath, let alone finish editing the chapter. I have learned so much in the last few weeks during my ICU rotations. Spent today managing hemorrhagic shock in a GI bleed patient (original bleed had been repaired and was about to be discharged when it was suddenly like a massacre 😬) and we gave 2 units of blood over the span of 1 minutes through a line in his internal jugular, then watched as they did a bedside emergent colonoscopy and put in 2 endoclips. Coolest shit I've seen in a while (well, not for him, poor guy). @fangirl-docintraining have you had your ICU rotations yet? As my fellow medical nerd who gets so excited/ enthusiastic about new stuff, you will love it!

The biggest reason this chapter has taken so long is my balance between keeping it completely accurate to 1960s medicine vs. incorporating modern elements in a realistic way because it's just hard not to and I really want to keep my plot/ outline intact. If anyone wants clarification about what elements are modern or not that I don't specify in my chapter notes, don't hesitate to ask. There are two articles that I would really love everyone to read before or after reading my chapter. For years, I have been so passionate about St. Jude Hospital and several specific doctors and the work they did/ continue to do to treat pediatric cancer. Dr. Emil Freireich essentially eliminated bleeding as a cause of death in leukemia patients after experimenting with his own platelets and finding the correct way to infuse them. He then proposed that the method of treating tuberculosis (using multiple drugs at once) could also cure leukemia. In 1962, pediatric leukemia was a death sentence. People thought it was crazy that Danny Thomas and these doctors were stating that they would find a way to cure it. Kids diagnosed would die within weeks of diagnosis from infection or bleeding to death. Their experimental treatment of combining two or more chemotherapeutic agents was seen as inhumane by many doctors, who thought that would make these children sicker and it was better to let them die peacefully. To everyone's shock, they saw success. This treatment was trialed in the early 60s, but didn't become something doctors would refer patients to St. Jude to until 1968ish. In 1970, the man behind this extraordinary discovery, Dr. Don Pinkel, was able to officially proclaim that childhood leukemia was no longer a fatal disease, with the cure rate at 50%. Today, ALL has a 94% cure rate, but the treatment remains harsh and lasts approximately 2.5 years. And despite all the hard work of researchers, other pediatric cancers such as Wilm's tumor, Ewing's sarcoma, osteosarcoma, rhabdomyosarcoma, medulloblastoma, DIPG, and more have high relapse rates and higher fatality rates (DIPG is something I encourage everyone to research and support higher funding for- a pediatric brain cancer with 0% survival rate). I actually went to a conference at St. Jude when I was 19 for childhood cancer advocates as I was a top fundraiser that year and interested in a future career there. I cannot say enough positive things about it!

So obviously, my story will deviate the timeline a little and the fictional Children's Hospital of Oklahoma (which in reality was not established until the 21st century) will be offering this experimental treatment in '65. Some of the medications and medical devices I include were not available until after '65 (for example, ports/ central lines in this particular model were not a thing), but I also make a point to use meds that were more common during the time, not include certain devices such as heart monitors, pulse ox, etc.

This has turned into a really long ramble. The point is, I hope everyone is ready to learn a lot this chapter and I encourage you to let this motivate you to learn more about childhood cancer, the fact that it is not as rare as many think, and that it is severely underfunded.

So far, this chapter is 15K words. My last few hours of edits may result in more or a little less. So get comfy and settle in when it's time to read- it's a big one with a lot going on!!

[princess-of-the-corner]

I hope you're still okay with such Anon asks about Chloé, I wasn't quite sure who to ask this because of how divisive of a topic this is now and you seemed to be the right person.

I've been rewatching some 2000s Cartoons I grew up with and it really made me realize how badly Chloé's trope is ruined in Miraculous.

Chloé was the regular local bully bitch character. Ain't nothing groundbreaking here.

She's the likes of Bonnie from Kim Possible, Mizzi and Chimera from Winx Club, Dash and Paulina from Danny Phantom, Pacifica from Gravity Falls, and Brit and Tiff Crust from Teenage Robot

Or, you know, 10 billion other cartoon characters that fit this trope

And yet Chloé very obviously stands out as the one who was incorrectly utilized by her show. Bonnie, Dash & Paulina, and Pacifica for example were never given a pass for being the MC's bullies, but the shows still were confident enough in their writing and main characters that they were allowed to have sympathetic and even heroic scenes. Bc the shows understood that the bully characters were meant as side antagonists and minor inconveniences for the main character in comparison to the actual villains. So developing them positively works very well once their bully actions overstepped their welcome in the big picture.

Bullying is horrible, no shit, but cartoons normally are very much aware that the bully characters have little to no business overshadowing the real villains the way Miraculous insists on doing it.

Even the characters like Mizzi & Chimera or Tiff and Brit Crust, that weren't shown in any more sympathetic light, the shows knew how to properly utilize them. Either by mostly keeping them as minor antagonistic that don't need more focus, or they were only in the story for a limited period of time or specific usages.

Miraculous on the other hand has the main character(s) ignore all the ACTUAL adult villains she should be looking for and taking care of because instead the show made it its job to portray two school bullies as evil incarnated. As if that doesn't reflect increasingly worse on the main characters. Like in Revolution where everybody collectively ignored that Chloé obviously needed POWERS to pull off what she did, but the characters couldn't look past the "she's a bully grrrr 😠" which lead to Paris slowly being imprisoned and physically enslaved in front of the heros' eyes and Hawkmoth almost winning!

The local bully is supposed to be a level 1 antagonist the story and MCs normally grow out of because very clearly there are much bigger fishes to fry. But Miraculous deemed Marinette having been bullied as the biggest injustice and display of suffering in the plot, so naturally our heros end up being nothing but incompetent when it comes to their actual JOBS.

Who cares that Ladybug (with Cat's quiet support) basically victim blamed all of Paris into going on a suicide mission to stop an almost allmighty Monarch for the defeated Ladybug and Cat Noir, because Ladybug just said that they never needed heros in the first place (which, yes Marinette, THEY DID.) Lets ignore that the only reason why Ladybug's words didn't result in a mass slaughter of the vulnerable civilians she was supposed to protect is because GABRIEL made Chloe the weakest Akuma to date and gave her robots nothing but the safest powers. So nothing Marinette had any hand in or even knew of before she as good as attempted to send the civilians into the final battle without any help of Ladynoir...

But I guess its fine bc Marinette was looking at her bully. Of course the innocent civilians had to be hyped up to go on a potential suicide mission to save Ladynoir from Chloe and MONARCH (who should have showed up there literally any second but didn't because Gabriel is stupid for Marinette's sake)

Our main characters were apparently so overwhelmed by Chloé's meanness that needed to be put in place, who could possibly think and acts heroric anymore? 😒

And this entire mess we could have easily avoided if the show just had it done NORMALLY by not forcing Chloe into a role her trope doesn't fucking belong in in the big picture.

Yeah exactly like

In those other examples, even with the bullies staying in an antagonistic role, they're never anywhere near a Main Threat.

Yeah in Season 1 the protagonist is having a hard time with them because hey the protag is /just now/ a Hero and gaining confidence. But my later seasons? The bully is an annoyance ofc but the protag literally does not care they've handled so much worse and the bully only ever becomes a problem when a legit big bad decides to use them against them.

And then yeah letting the bullies be more well-rounded characters even if they don't get a proper 'redemption arc' per say.

Let's take Dash because he's actually the closest example to how Chloé was in Season 1-3: Yes he was a bully and that was bad. The show didn't go too much into his home life, but it did make it clear how much the school enabled him/ignored his actions because he was a football player. Though he was someone Danny was scared of early on, he quickly became something Danny just rolled his eyes at or even fought back. But Dash also very much looked up to the local Hero and saw him as an inspiration(unknowing the Hero was someone he bullied), and had several episodes where he teamed up with Danny(both Phantom /and/ Fenton) to save the day.

And yeah that- that's pretty much how Chloé was! If you didn't want to give her a full Redemption, just keep her in that weird spot!

[missadmyre]

Secret Trio + Detentionaire Physique HCs

Randy Cunningham

-he gains scars/wounds due to the suit not always being able to sense an attack quickly, thus not being able to register enough magic shield(?) to protect him (it ain't a robot y'all)

- because of his scars, he mostly skips getting dressed at the boy's locker room during Gym class

- he dresses at the bathroom stalls, though there are times when either Bucky or Julian had caught him shirtless in the bathrooms, they quickly learn to shut their mouths once they realize that "oh shit, this guy has lots of scars, might beat us up if we say anything"

- most of his scars are caused either because of incisions, scratch marks (Tengu!Howard's claws) or those black and blue bruises/blunt trauma because he keeps getting flung onto the walls

- there are burn marks scattered on his torso due to the  incident; one time, Jake lost control of himself and turned into a feral dragon because of some drug he inhaled, wasn't a very good time for both parties.

- there's two large scratch marks on both side of his hips because of Danny, who wasn't able to control obsessive urges as a ghost, thanks a lot Vlad, you traumatized them both

- he doesn't have the broadest shoulders but he has pretty damn good legs

- is very flexible

- he does gymnastics and acrobatics on a daily basis

- broke the school record of having the highest jump - his legs are far more muscular due to him always kicking at his opponents

- man has thighs for days

- he has excellent grip strength

- he managed to crush a watermelon using his thighs, go figure

- on a side note, the reason why his chest (specifically, where his heart is) is bare of any scars is because that is his sensitive spot

- the skin on his chest is very thin, so he tries his best to dodge an attack or at least lead the scar somewhere not near his heart

- there are times where his scarf is used against him (ie. choking, to swing him around) so he has faint marks of strangulation around his neck

- very docile than the others

- which is why has longer legs

- he excels more at meelee combat, his weakest is ranged combat

- the Nomicon taught him martial arts; karate, judo etc., which very much amplified his leg power

- you see those heightened senses he has? Yeah let's abuse that.

- he's not that sensitive (he can still enjoy loud parties and crap) but there's a limit to it.

Danny Fenton

- he can only gain wounds/scars when he is on his human form, though there are times when villains had been able to slip through that slit of a moment and managed to damage him while transforming in/out as the Phantom

- his scars mostly consist of large burn marks, chemical burns (from handling ectoplasm as a human), incisions and blunt trauma

- is the only one that have chemical burns

- the large gash on the right side of his torso is from the time when a yokai was able to slash him when he was transforming into the Phantom

- it was also the first wound that Randy was able to heal using the Art of Healing (feelings ensue~)

- he earned some scratch marks from Tengu!Howard, who clearly doesn't like him (he still doesn't know why that roasted chicken hates him, but damn well he does he enjoy teasing the guy)

- has the broadest shoulders

- bro doesn't pull his punches, LITERALLY!

- he has way bigger hands than Randy and Jake

- he punches more than he kicks, thus earning him a pretty heavy fists

- I feel bad for the human that would be unfortunately in the way of Danny's punch

- his biggest achievement is being able to knock down Biffy with his punches in just 10 seconds

- Biffy still hasn't forgiven him for that

- is trying to not get scars on his face due to the fact that his parents had once suspected him of being a gangster when they saw the little scar on the left side of his chin

- thankfully Jazz is able to cover up for him (I mean, getting that scar from shaving? Please)

- his weak spot are definitely his face and legs

- his legs are not the most steady due to him getting way too used to flying, kick him hard on the ankles and he'll fall immediately

- most chemical burns are seen on his hands, he got them from when ectoplasm would sometimes leak out of some Fenton weaponry (most notably, the Ecto Foamer) and he wasn't able to notice it as a human

- the strangling scar on his right wrist came from the long hours of getting cuffed in Ghost Prison, it was so bad the scar stayed even on his human form (he managed to escape but it still hurt y'know)

- his skin color is somewhat pale-ish tan

- since he's half dead, his wounds either don't heal or just heal very slowly, that's why he's careful not to get hit

- on the occasion that he did get a wound but his body wasn't able to heal it, he'll ask Randy for his Art of Healing

- he excels on both hand-to-hand and ranged combat, he has far more experience with guns/laser guns but he still takes lessons of gun handling from Lee

Jake Long

- most of his scars are found on his chest

- his scars include burn marks, scratch marks (Howard! Really?!), strangulation marks on both wrists and neck, a cauterized wound and incisions

- has the most burn marks than anyone on the trio

- the scratch marks from his arms came from his habit of scratching himself when trying to hold his anger

- my man still keeps getting picked on because of his height

- because of his recent molting, there are still dead skin flaking off of him, especially on his back

- the cauterized scar he has is something he both has good and bad memories to; when Jake lost control of himself as a dragon, he literally had to be put down in order to have Lee just treat his wounds, sadly the bandages weren't enough so they had to cauterize the wound using his OWN flame, at least Randy was comforting him through all that

- y'know kung fu, yeah he mastered that

- is very flexible in using both his hands and feet to fight AS a human

- in Dragon form (s1 design bc wtf is that shit from s2), he's a bit more feral as animalistic urges kick in

- it's because of that kind of behavior that he sometimes run straight into danger, earning him all kinds of wounds

- he has stitches all over his back because he got whipped one too many times at the auction incident (he still gets the chills everytime he thinks about it)

- it's also because of that incident that he gained strangulation marks on his neck and wrists because they treated him like an animal, cuffing him and all that

- to get those muscles, he went through a training arc

- you think Howard hating Danny is bad, well check out these two

- Howard and Jake are like, two pets that are fighting for their owner's love (or attention, Howard isn't going to touch that garbage fire called the Ectoham x Longham relationship)

- the moment Randy turns around, they are fighting all over the place, thus having the most scratch marks

- his weakness is his height, surprise surprise!

- when he's on his human form, it's hard to land a hit on an enemy who's clearly way taller than you

- when he's on his dragon form, his big height often causes him to trample or not be aware of unnoticeable traps

- he also can't balance himself when in dragon form, especially when he flies since his wings aren't the type to be able to easily dodge obstacles (it's just hard to make an adjustment when it's a sudden decision and you're up in the air)

- because he breathes literal fire, he always has a hot temperature, those who knew him just let's it be  it but when other people touch him, they would question if he has a fever

- his appetite is very big because... energy, the problem is that he has very high metabolism, so while he looks malnourished, he's actually taken what, like 2 boxes of pizza a minute ago (and about to take another one right now, dammit Spud, you're wasting too much money)

- have the sharpest nails there is, mostly likely because of his dragon form has it that it also integrated to his human form

- despite not being able to balance himself AS a dragon, he actually does quite well AS a human, being able to stand on poles/tightropes and shit

- those meditation lessons from his Gramps really did help huh

- he excels at hand-to-hand combat

Lee Ping

- he doesn't get that many scars since he doesn't fight opponents as much as the Secret Trio

- but when he does get a wound, it's mostly just blisters, on some cases, he would have burn marks or incisions

- since he always crawls through vents or tight spaces, he always has blisters skidded all around his arms and legs

- the burn marks came from when he would accidentally get hit from those robot's laser guns on Detentionaire (do they even have a name? But seriously, they hurt like hell, believe him)

- the large stitch across his torso is a very painful memory to look back on (he got captured by Cassandra and was about to get experimented on since he has the power to nullify any and all mind control, he was cut open and was about to be dissected when Biffy, Cam and Holger had caught up to him and set him free from there operating table, the other surgeons got killed while Cassandra got away)

- there are faint scratch marks on his shoulders BUT that is due to the tazelwurm sometimes sheathing it's claws on him accidentally (thank you Howard! Wtf did this guy do to you?)

- by far the most slimmest out of everyone in the group

- which is good because he's got to fit into those tight spaces to do "Lee Ping Spywork"

- can do basic gymnastics

- he's learned some basic and advanced self defense from the Serpent/Li, since he thought it would be useful if his younger brother can beat the shit out people when necessary

- the tallest (not including Biffy) out of the group

- has a scar caused by a stab wound somewhere in his right leg caused by Kimmy when she got transformed into some vicious tazelwurm hybrid, she got killed by Holger but he didn't know it was her (those who knew aren't planning on telling him that he just killed a person or he'll freak the fuck out)

- Biffy doesn't know she got killed, Lee isn't telling that information unless he wants a Biffy going nuts all over the place

- only him and Brandy know about Kimmy's death

- he can fence, he picked it up again when he saw the Secret Trio trying to train with long bladed weaponry so he tried to get some experience in being able to wield a weapon

- handles guns way better than the Secret Trio

- has the weakest punch, they all make fun of him for that

- he is the group's healer, he knew first aid very well and he isn't afraid stitch and treat a wound that is way too tender for the Secret Trio to heal

- he only knew how to stitch wounds because he experiments on his body (would it close if I do this kind of stitch? How about here, is it thin enough?)

- because of his experiments, he isn't able to register pain anymore, his poking and prodding at his skin nullified any jolt of pain

- wears gloves on his left hand because there is a lichtenberg scar on it that is colored toxic turquoise green, he ain't letting Barrage see that and be reminded of the pyramid incident

- which glows when the pyramid subconsciously gives him a power boost or something (heightened strength and senses)

- at first he tried to cover it with bandage but since it glows, it didn't work so they settled on the black glove

- excels in ranged combat

HEIGHT COMPARISON [FULL PICTURE]

[agendabymooner]

here comes the sun ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces.”

summary: daniel and their fans (altogether) made sure that lorelei ‘lester’ ricciardo’s weeks of return in both the paddock and stage are bearable as their son, beau, made his presence known to the public a year after being born.

OR lester continues to prove that she'll always be with the tifosi first and be a red bull driver's wife after.

content warning: dad!daniel x mom!ofc content, red bull and ferrari admins being themselves (again), baby ric/little parmesan’s paddock debut, fluff fluff fluff, grid uncles and måneskin uncles, arthur leclerc being a piece of shit on twitter but i love him or sumn like that

note: i’m back from a lecture mwehehehe. check out the prequel for the rush series, own my mind!! enjoy xx

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user1 MOOOOOMMY 😍🥵

user2 do y'all ever wonder if charles had a crush on her?

user3 where did that even come from?

user2 idk he's been listening to them for as long as he knew them lmfaooooo it's just a question

user4 drivers in the attendance were charles, lando, max and pierre (with danny ofc) btw

user5 oh bless 🙏

charles_leclerc watching the concert was one thing but to experience it firsthand with the little parmesan was incredibly priceless liked by danielricciardo

landonorris in the end, little par is THE VIBE. no exceptions liked by danielricciardo

oscarpiastri saw little par kick a football in monza 👌 he can still make it to the socceroos team liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he's bout to be australia's pride

colabebe you're half italian, danny. if you're half and lester's full, bambino beau is 3/4 😽

oscarpiastri i refuse to accept these ideals, cola. i'm sorry. once an aussie, always an aussie

scuderiaferrari she's so back, welcome her 😭😍

redbullracing she is the moment your honour 🤭

ykaaar nice to see you again dan! not that i don't see your insufferable ass every other week 🤔 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you're making me really sad with these claims, damiano 🥲

ykaaar do u want me to kiss it better 🤕

loricciardo omg my biggest fans 🥺 liked by danielricciardo

loricciardo i love you and the little bear soooo much 🥰 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo my favourite musician 🤩

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landonorris slee🅱️y boys liked by danielricciardo

colabebe LOOK AT MY LITTLE NEPHEW !!!! beau beaaaaar!!! 🐻 liked by danielricciardo

nora_alessandro such handsome boys!!! 😍 liked by danielricciardo

georgerussell63 excuse me, ma'am? 🤨

danielricciardo go back to your tea, my dear brother-in-law georgerussell63

georgerussell63 🙄

user1 DADDY RIC!!!!

maxverstappen1 daddy ric ^^ liked by danielricciardo

user2 this is the kind of shit that we do NOT say aloud alright max 😭

user3 us maxiel enjoyers cannot take it 🥲 stop keeping our hopes up

oscarpiastri me and colabebe would babysit him if you'd allow it 🙌

landonorris i think you and i would have to talk about the babysitting privileges first, oscar.

user4 THE PERIOD IN THE END IM-

user5 bro really said "watch yo mouth" 😭

lewishamilton it wouldn't be a surprise if beau's just as energetic as you are 🤣 liked by danielricciardo

ethaneskin the next time i see him, i will spoil the f out of him 🤧 liked by danielricciardo

_thomasraggi uncle tommy's otw to get him everything he wants 😍 liked by danielricciardo

ykaaar he is so uncle dami-coded 😊 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he doesn't look like you but ok 🙄

ykaaar just wait.

loricciardo my loveeeeees 😩😍 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo is it bad that i'm trying to outdo the little bear when it comes to your love? 🤔

loricciardo you will not need to try that hard, mio tasso. beau will always have the first place in my heart. you're a close second though 😽

danielricciardo aw it's all good, i guess. he is number one in mine too 🥰

loricciardo i'm glad we can come to an agreement then, my love 🤝

danielricciardo 🤝

[roachliquid]

Before I get going into season 3 of Danny Phantom, I feel a need to take the time to enthuse about my all-time favorite antagonist of this series to date. I mean to tell you, this guy dethroned the Box Ghost, and he's still sitting at a solid #2. Though with that being said, it probably won't be too surprising when I tell you who unseated old Boxy, since this dude is so absurdly threatening that so far, he's only been deployed twice.

Yep. I'm talking about the man, the myth, the incredibly attractive legend himself, Freakshow.

Don't try to embarrass me; I've got no pride.

But uh. Moving past my taste in evil would-be clowns, I will admit that Freakshow is a classic example of Danny Phantom's derivativity. Creatively, he's blatantly heavily inspired by other cartoon villains - Jafar and the Joker being the most obvious ones - and visually, he's like if Richard O'Brien decided to work for the circus. Which I'm not remotely complaining about; it's a combination that works very well - it's just, y'know, classic DP creativity.

Anyway, the thing that I find whenever Freakshow shows up is that I am genuinely a little bit scared of him. Not in a "I am no longer aware that I'm watching a silly cartoon for kids" way, necessarily, but in an "oh shit our heroes are in real trouble" kind of way. Which sounds impressive for a guy who has no powers of his own, but... I think that's a big part of why he feels so threatening.

See, while Danny's faced a goodly number of powerful and high-stakes villains, I rarely find myself feeling like he's truly out of his depth. At the end of the day, most of them are ghosts, and he can usually defeat them by doing some kind of ghostly activity, such as shooting them with beams or taking a trip to the Ghost Zone. The few exceptions include Dan Phantom, a guy who could only really be defeated by Danny choosing not to become him, and then this motherfucker.

As I mentioned before, Freakshow is a normal human, a fact that he has a way of using to his advantage. Not because it exempts him from being blasted with beams or anything, but because he isn't constrained by the behavioral patterns or weaknesses of your average ghost. He doesn't have a consistent, unified power set that can be memorized and predicted, nor does he have a convenient Achilles heel sitting somewhere in the Ghost Zone just waiting for some hero to find it. Instead, he exhibits the far more worrying tendency of just having whatever powers he was recently able to get his hands on, and being more than prepared to get his hands on them whenever the opportunity arises.

That's the thing about Freakshow, is that he plans. And not in the grandiose, elaborate habit of Vlad Masters, who puts all his focus on a singular plan at the expense of flexibility. Freakshow's plans are simpler, but generally more effective - he looks out for potential opportunities, and does whatever legwork he can so that by the time one arises, he's ready to seize it and hit the ground running. He is, to put it in a word, adaptable.

And that's genuinely worrying. Because when someone is that flexible, you can never be too sure what they're capable of. Combine that with the absence of conventional ghost weaknesses, and you create a problem that Danny is just... not equipped to solve.

As badass as ghosts can be in Danny Phantom, I treasure those moments that show that they have their own disadvantages. Freakshow is a stellar example of that principle, a guy whose greatest strength - unfortunately unbeknownst to himself - is simply being a human being in a situation where that isn't the norm. Especially to a fourteen-year-old whose biggest non-existential threats are ordinary humans, that's a pretty big deal.