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Hey! I'm Dani, I'm 19 and I'm here for your JHutch character/Chaotic Everlark (or Peeniss, if you're classy) needs!

•Notes for Requests•

Feel free to request anything and any character! Worst I can do is not respond :D

That being said, however, here are your guidelines:

Things I will NOT write: Rape, incest, scat/waterplay, underage characters with full grown adults, abuse, DD/LG, heavy BDSM (bc I do not have enough experience for that one.) MPreg, Omegaverse.

Things I WILL write: ANY GENDER READER! Yes, this includes trans Readers! (You can also request any pronouns as well as multiple.) Rough sex, age gaps, CERTIAN dub-cons (such as reader x character being inebriated but not passed out.) Drug use, certian power dynamics, daddy kink, threesomes, use of sex toys, basically anything that isn't on my Will Not Write list.

"Why do you put AFAB/AMAB instead of Fem/Masc reader?" My reasoning for the label is to only identify the physical sex of the Reader, not the gender identity. I only use these terms on smut fics where I am actively discussing the genitals of the Reader. Otherwise, I try my hardest to make the Reader as gender neutral as possible. There are times I will use gendered pronouns in a work, but again, these pronouns are not meant to specify identity. The only time I will specify the gender identity of the Reader and/or use fem/masc is if I am specifically given a request for a Reader with a specific identity. Other than that, you are welcome to imagine the Readers identity as you like.

(Note: I'm soon going to edit my old works to include specification for any use of gendered pronouns/if the Reader has breasts if the tags do not contain this information already. At this moment in time, some works will not have those tagged.)

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DISCLAIMER! I will not write Reader x Josh Hutcherson works. I personally am not comfortable writing fiction about an actual person. Not judging if you do, I'm just saying I won't.

•Fanfiction Masterlist•

Mike Schmidt

(Five Nights at Freddy's, 2023)

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Princess • Enemies to Lovers

Summery: You detest having a roommate. You enjoy cheap rent. One of these things is going to have to change at some point, and with the week you're having? There's only so long before people reach a breaking point.

NSFW▪︎AFAB! Reader▪︎One-Shot

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What's One More? • Breeding

Summery: The house is all to you and Mike, which is a strange feeling to Mike as he begins to realize how things are changing. But change isn't always a bad thing, is it?

NSFW▪︎AFAB! Reader▪︎One-Shot w/ Spinoff

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Same Shit, Different Schmidt • Sickness/Comfort

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

SFW▪︎Schmidt!GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request▪︎Spinoff to 'What's One More?'

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To All I Think is Safe • Hurt/ Comfort

Summery: After a family dinner gone awry, something guides you somewhere where your mind can safely wander in better memories than the ones you're making right now.

SFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request

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Cherries & Cream • Food Sex

Summery: It's a modest holiday. Spent indoors, soft music on the cassette player... oh, and a collection of bad ideas snowballed into a day of sticky situations

NSFW▪︎AFAB!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request

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Slip • Hurt/Comfort

Summery: At some point or another, the words slip out. It's just that, naturally, you're an idiot who can't pick the right moment.

SFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot

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Wanting, Waiting • Hurt/Comfort

Summery: Overworked and underfed, you'll go to sleep once some decent work is complete. However, a late night turns into a day long fight.

SFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request

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Pretty • Domination/Submission

Summery: Men are so pretty. And they can be so stupid. And who doesn't like stupid, pretty toys?

NSFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request

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Blue Sunrise • Hurt/Comfort

Summery: All is well, yet you aren't. A fact that disturbs and irritates you so, even if it shouldn't.

SFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request

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Wool Over My Eyes • Morning Sex

Summery: Mike always says you have such trouble getting up in the morning. You don't intend to take so long to wake, but Mike is quite confident the solution lays just at his fingertips- and lips.

{Upcoming Works}

NSFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot

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A Comfort or Two • Hurt/No Comfort

Summery: Vices never killed anybody.

SFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎One-Shot

▪︎Professor!Mike x AFAB!Student!Reader

▪︎Dad!Mike

▪︎Vamp!Mike

▪︎Misunderstanding/Jealousy, Female!Reader

▪︎Caught during Sex

▪︎Make-Up Sex

▪︎Drunk Reader

▪︎Jealous of Vanessa

▪︎Loss of virginity, Transmasc!Reader

▪︎Enemies to Lovers, GN!Reader

▪︎Co-worker Jealousy

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▪︎Age-gap Babysitter

And more

Peeta Mellark

(The Hunger Games, 2012-2015)

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Sweet Delights • Public sex

Summery: It's a slow work day in District 12. With rain pouring down outside, who can blame you for wanting to indulge a little? Everything's fine so long as no one walks in... right?

NSFW▪︎AFAB! Reader▪︎One-Shot

《Upcoming Works》

▪︎Sickness/Comfort, Everdeen-Mellark!Male!Reader

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Derek Danforth

(The Beekeeper, 2024)

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Easy Money • Voyeurism

Summery: Minimum wage is a joke these days and we've all gotta make rent somehow. And who knew blonds could be so fun?

NSFW▪︎AFAB!Reader▪︎Sequel Coming Soon

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Tangled • Hurt/Comfort

Summery: The holidays are a miserable time of year, especially when ones mother won't even talk to them to let them know she's not coming, sending Derek into a breakdown and wrapping you up in the process.

SFW▪︎Short!Male!Reader▪︎One-Shot▪︎Request

《Upcoming Works》

▪︎'Easy Money' II

▪︎Enemies to Lovers, Male!Reader

▪︎Sleeping with the Help, Fem!Reader

▪︎Derek is a whore for lead singers, who can blame him, Male!Reader

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Billy

(Burn, 2019)

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'Ghost' Trilogy▪︎Complete

My Ghost • Hurt/Comfort

Summery: You don't know what happened that night. Things were fine, life was good, then your partner is on the news for all sorts of shit you never would've thought him capable of the day prior. He was dead, he was evil, and you were trying to move on. But what's the proper etiquette when the dead show up on your door unannounced?

SFW with brief mentions of sex▪︎GN!Reader▪︎ Request

Repentance • Make-Up Sex

Summery: You know the phrase 'sleeping angels?' Yeah, not in this fucking house. Pretty soon it's gonna be you or him, but Billy may have a trick or two up his sleeve to provide a happy ending for you both.

NSFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎Prequel/Standalone Spinoff

Lapses • Hurt/No Comfort

Summery: In the wake of death our minds begin to wander. To better times, to little moments. Reality is so fickle in the minds of the weak. But he's coming back. Eventually.

SFW▪︎GN!Reader▪︎Sequel to 'My Ghost'

》Upcoming Works《

▪︎Protective Brother!Billy & GN!Reader

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Josh Futturman

(Future Man, 2017-2020)

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Fanboy Futturman Headcanons That Hardly Make Sense Unless You're Deranged (because it's fun) • Headcanons List

Mildly NSFW

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'Familiar Strangers' Series▪︎WIP

Summery: They always say you never know when you'll meet Mister Right. But damn. This is a new level.

SFW w/ brief mentions of adult content▪︎GN!Reader▪︎Request▪︎Coffee Shop/Online Friends AU

Parts:

Maggie's • One

>Upcoming Works<

▪︎Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

▪︎Roleplay Sex

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Character's Coming Soon:

Clapton Davis

(Detention, 2011)

Upcoming Works:

▪︎Breeding Kink, AFAB!Reader

▪︎Coffee Shop/Beach meet cute

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So, now that you've shuffled through all the porn, we have the

Chaotic Everlark

•Masterlist•

I have many Everlark (or, again, Peeniss for the sophisticated people in the crowd,) headcanons. However, here's the best of the best, my creme de la creme, my magnum opus, the masterpieces that make you all say "Dani, get a life."

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Reasons Why Gale Hawthorne Can't Go Home : A Saga of Geese Abuse

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The Difference in Love Language: It's a Lot

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Peeta 'The Youngest' Mellark: Another Saga of Geese Abuse

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Katniss Everdeen's Discovery of Her Malewife's Perversion: It's Borderline Smut

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Comment if you wish to join my taglist for any/specific characters!

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #josh futterman x reader #josh futturman #josh futturman smut #mike schmidt fnaf #peeta mellark #mike schmidt smut #derek danforth x reader

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darks-ink · 10 months ago

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Hi there, hello! For the prompts, if you're still doing them: Escape, hugs, or emblem

Happy writing!

You were actually the first to send in a prompt, so yeah, I was still open for them. I went with "escape" with a hint of "hugs" (or, well, hug, singular).

Escape

Rating: Gen Warnings: brief mentions of Vlad being creepy, the general implications of a middle-age man being obsessed with a teenage boy if you don't know about the half-ghost thing Words: 2,253 Additional Tags: Trans Danny Fenton, AU - canon divergence, Identity reveal

[AO3]

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“Who did you say you were, again?” Danny asked, looking down at the girl standing outside his house, looking just like he had when he was eight. Long hair in a sloppy ponytail, baggy clothes, and all.

The girl grinned up at him, clearly nervous and trying to hide it. “Dani,” she said, “with an I.”

Danny cast another skeptical eye over her. She didn’t feel like a ghost, beyond the metaphorical ghost of seeing his own past, but it sure wasn’t right. “It’s not time travel though, is it?”

“No,” she admitted, slowly, drawing the word out. “I think that that might’ve been easier on both of us.”

“Figures.” Danny sighed, shook his head, then stepped aside to let her in. “Sit down, this sounds like it’s gonna be a long story.”

“Probably.” She grimaced, but slipped past him. God, had he really been this small at that age? Surely not. Clearly Dani wasn’t him, so he should stop comparing the two of them.

Danny followed her into the living room, where she had claimed one of the comfortable chairs. He rolled his eyes but followed her example, sitting down in a different chair. He probably should’ve invited her up to his room, but something about that felt… weird. Not to mention that she was a stranger, no matter how much she reminded him of, well, himself.

Besides, his parents were down in the lab. They probably wouldn’t surface for hours, if not days.

“Okay, so…” Dani trailed off, then fell silent. Licked her lips. “Um. I’m not sure what to say. Or, uh, how to say it?”

He groaned. “Just. Anything. Who are you and why do you look like me?”

“Well, that’s easy,” she said optimistically. “That’s because I’m your clone!” She paused, before tacking on. “Supposed to be, anyway.”

“My—What?!” Danny’s eyes darted over her again, taking in every detail of her appearance. How, from the moment he saw her, his first thought had been himself. “Who would even—” He felt himself pause. “No, stupid question. Vlad, of course.”

She nodded, grimacing. “Yeah. He was going to age me up further, I think to your age, but.” She gestured at herself, then the room. “I kind of ran away before he could get around to that.”

“Why?” Danny rubbed a hand over his face. “Not that I blame you, because I’m sure I would’ve done the same, but…”

“I… Spur of the moment decision, kinda.” She shrugged, eyes darting away and back again. Posture hunched. “He was… I guess I was always a failure, but he pretended I wasn’t. And I… I believed him.”

He waited for a moment for her to continue, but she stayed silent. “Well, you didn’t know any better, did you?” He shrugged awkwardly. Encouraging people wasn’t exactly his thing. “I can’t blame you for that.”

Dani huffed, but shot him a wry smile. “Thanks. Um. Anyway. I overheard him talking, or, uh, muttering? I wasn’t going to stay, but then I heard my name, and, well.” She shrugged, that same wry smile on her face. “So I stuck around, listening in. And I… he…”

She sighed, deep and rattling, her shoulders dropping down. “He was talking about what a failure I was, how I hadn’t turned out right at all. What a shame it was that I was the best clone so far, when I was so far off of the mark.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” She snorted, shaking her head. “At least there wasn’t much space for self-delusion that he didn’t really mean it.”

Danny snorted as well. “At least it got you away from him, huh?” Away from Vlad, and right into Danny’s hands. Well, his house, at least. Shit. What was he supposed to do now? Gaslight his parents that he had always had a little sister? He couldn’t exactly let an eight-year old run loose, even ignoring the fact that she looked exactly like a younger him.

“Ghost powers definitely helped.” She winked, coyly, then froze suddenly. It took Danny a moment to realize what she had heard. The metal door of the lab. In the kitchen. Uh oh.

Before he could decide what to do—get Dani away and into his room, probably—his mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. The light glinted off of the red goggles on her forehead, drawing his eye right to her furrowed brows.

“Danny, sweetheart, who’s this?”

Danny opened his mouth, ready to deliver some sort of perfect excuse. “My clone, apparently,” came out instead. He grimaced, but didn’t refute it. Stupid mouth. One day he should learn how to think before speaking.

“Your… clone,” Maddie repeated, slowly, eyes moving between him and Dani. She moved further into the room, clearly taking in the same similarities that Danny had immediately—instinctively—noticed. Jack appeared behind her, looming in the doorway, but stayed silent as Maddie moved. “So this would be…”

“Danielle,” Dani supplied quietly, when Maddie trailed off, clearly waiting for an answer. “Um. Dani with an I.”

Maddie nodded, stopping next to the couch. Still facing the chairs in which Danny and Dani were sitting. “I see. And where did you come from, Dani?”

Dani shot him an uncertain look, but Danny honestly didn’t have any great excuses either. He shrugged back, but took the lead when she stayed quiet. “Vlad’s, apparently.”

“Vlad.” Maddie frowned again, eyes locked onto Dani. “Vlad Masters?”

“Who else,” Dani muttered, shoulders hunched up again. Danny wasn’t sure if it was nerves, defensiveness, or something else.

“Vladdie?” Jack echoed, finally coming into the room, and clearly startling Dani with his loud voice, based on the way she jerked in her chair. “The V-man cloned Danny?”

Now how was he supposed to explain this without revealing his secret in the process? Well, here goes nothing. “Uh, yeah,” he agreed, shrugging again. “He’s been super weird pretty much since we met him during that reunion. I didn’t think it was this bad, though.” He nodded towards Dani. “No offense to you, Dani.”

“None taken.” She offered him a shaky grin. “It is pretty weird to clone someone without their permission. Or knowledge.”

“Or consent,” Maddie chimed in, voice dark and expression darker. “Danny, why didn’t you say anything before?”

Because he couldn’t really say anything without revealing he was half-ghost, or that Vlad was half-ghost, or both. “Well, he never really did anything.” Bold lie. Speed past it fast, Fenton, before she catches on. “Besides, what was I supposed to say? ��Vlad gives me the creeps’? Nothing would be done.”

He shrugged loosely, trying to stamp down the fluttering in his stomach—and his core. He didn’t like lying to his parents, but if he could just get through this conversation with his secret intact…

“There was nothing specific?” Maddie was still frowning, but at least she was moving to sit down on the couch now. Jack was still looming near the doorway, uncharacteristically quiet, but Danny would take what he could get and worry about the rest later. “Nothing he did or said?”

“No. Well, actually…” He grimaced. “He keeps calling me Daniel even if I ask him to call me Danny. But I think that that’s just a smug ‘I know better than you’ thing, not a transphobic thing.”

On the other chair, Dani was now also frowning at him. What? What did he do?

“That’s not even your name.” Maddie huffed, shaking her head, frown finally lightening. “Ugh, that man.”

“What do you mean,” Dani finally cut in, having apparently lost her patience with waiting. “With, um. The transphobia thing? What does that mean?”

Oh. No, of course, that made sense. Who would’ve taught an eight year old clone about that stuff? Certainly not stuffy old Vlad.

“Danny-boy wasn’t always Danny-boy!” Jack appeared out of nowhere, enthusiastically clapping a hand on Danny’s shoulder. He startled, just barely tamping down the instinct to phase away. He hadn’t even noticed his dad move further into the room, distracted by his thoughts. Sloppy. “He used to be a girl! Or at least, we thought he was, until he told us otherwise! Right, Danny-o?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, rolling his shoulder with a grimace. “I changed my name to Danny years ago, and most people don’t even remember my old one, but people acting weird about calling me Danny is still a bit of a red flag.”

“Oh.” Dani blinked, clearly processing. “I guess that that makes sense.”

In what way? Was Dani also trans? Did cloning copy transgender-ism? “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, expression clearing up. “Now I understand why I was the most stable clone. Vlad thought something went wrong with me because I turned out female, but clearly he was messing up the other clones by forcing them to be male from birth.”

“Other clones?” he repeated. Then processed the rest. “Wait. The most stable? What—”

“Uh, yeah.” She shrugged, face falling. “They. We… I guess cloning isn’t as easy as Vlad thought. So we’re all somewhere along the lines of ‘somewhat unstable’ to ‘very unstable’. And, um. We melt.”

“Melt.” He felt like a moron, just repeating her words. But. Well. What was he supposed to say?

Luckily his mom figured it out before him. “Danielle, sweetheart, what do you mean by melt?”

“We, so.” She frowned, clearly weighing her words. Shot him a quick glance, though he couldn’t figure out what the look in her eyes meant. “Vlad used ectoplasm in the cloning process. So, um. We—us clones—we’re all kind of… half-ghost? And if we use up too much energy, one way or another, we kind of… melt back into ectoplasm?”

Oh. So that is what that look meant.

Also, yikes.

“Well, that makes sense,” Maddie muttered, a thoughtful frown on her face. “Humans and ghosts are biologically entirely different. There is no overlap whatsoever. Or at least, that’s what we always assumed.”

“It must be more possible than we thought, though,” Jack pointed out, previous enthusiasm muted again. “Otherwise she couldn’t even exist, let alone be this stable.”

Maddie nodded, frown still in place. “Right. But how do we stabilize her further? We can’t exactly re-alive her, not if she has been part ghost since birth…”

Danny turned to shoot Dani a look, but she didn’t seem overly bothered by the conversation topic. On the other hand, if she was used to Vlad, he supposed that his parents weren’t that bad.

Wow, now that was a thought he hadn’t had before.

“Well, we can’t exactly make her less alive either, Jack.” Maddie’s dry voice cut through Danny’s thoughts, and he snapped back to the conversation. Right. The important conversation. About half-ghosts.

“Maybe there’s a perfect mid-point,” Jack suggested instead, while Danny tried to figure out where the conversation had gone while he wasn’t paying attention. “Where both ghost and human balance each other out?”

“But wouldn’t that still put too much strain on the body?” Maddie’s gaze had shifted to Dani, but it didn’t seem like she was really looking at her. “If her human and ghost halves are constantly battling for dominance, isn’t that why she’s unstable now? Unless balancing them somehow gets them to co-exist, which doesn’t make sense…”

Wait. Are they really… trying to help Dani? Not by making her ‘normal’, by making her fully human, but by finding some way she can exist as half-ghost?

Would that… also go for him? Or only for Dani because she was essentially born half-ghost?

Does it matter? He knows what a stable half-ghost looks like. If him staying quiet about his own secret makes it harder to help Dani… what kind of shitty brother would that make him?

“Actually,” he blurted out, interrupting his parents’ conversation and immediately drawing three pairs of eyes to him, “I’m also half-ghost?”

He licked his lips, stalling for a moment. “So. Um. That’s actually why Vlad is interested in me, and tried cloning me, I guess. Because I’ve been half-ghost since the accident with the Portal.” He paused, then hesitantly tacked on, “Sorry.”

“Oh, honey, no.” Maddie reached out a hand, then paused when he automatically shifted away. “We’re sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell us before.”

A massive hand landed on his head. This time, Danny couldn’t repress his automatic response, and he phased through the hand—and the chair—before he could stop himself.

Grimacing, he looked up from where he had landed on the floor, meeting Jack’s startled eyes. “Um. Sorry.”

“Don’t be, Danny-boy.” Jack held out a hand, and Danny cautiously took it. “My bad for startling you.”

Danny let himself be pulled to his feet, then suddenly found himself trapped in Jack’s arms. Oh. A hug. Right. It had been… a while.

He let himself sag against his dad, melting in the embrace. And then stiffened. Right. Melting. Dani. Focus, Danny. Priorities.

“Anyway, so.” He cleared his throat, and waited for his dad to release him again. “So, we can compare my stats to Dani’s and see why she’s unstable. Right?”

“Right,” his mom agreed. She was looking at him like he might flee any moment, but. But at least she wasn’t looking at him he was her dead son. Or a despicable ghost. This was just. Just normal emotions.

“So, um.” He gestured at the kitchen door, vaguely. “Let’s. Go do that?”

“Right, right, of course.” Maddie wiped a hand past her eyes, mostly inconspicuously, then got up from her chair. “Come on, kids. Let’s go figure this out.”

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfic #phanfic #phanfiction #dp fanfiction #danny fenton #danielle phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #dark writes #crossing fingers and toes that this formats and posts correctly augh

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dimitrescudaughters-au · 3 months ago

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hey, what's up? i'd like to ask for an hc of cassie being the (adoptive) mum of a little reader who discovers he's a trans boy when he's still young and how she'd deal with that and what she'd do in that situation. new anon here

Hello! Welcome! I love this prompt so much! I'll do my best to do it justice for you! Also hope you don't mind I added a little background for how reader came to Cassie.

Cassandra

It was the first hunt of Spring

She was so excited to let her energy out

And get a good sickle into a manthing

When low and behold!

She discovered You

Locked away in the shed

Like some animal

She was slightly confused

A human child isn't normally treated like this

With an odd gentleness

She lowers herself to your height

And observes all the typical 'girl' clothing on You

But notes how short your hair is

And how you just don't look comfortable in the dress

You can't be no more than 6

She thinks of leaving you

She's never been one to drain children

And children don't make fun prey to chase

But something about your eyes

And the small "help me"

Makes her hook, line, and sinker

She doesn't mean to become your mother

She was hoping her mother would do that

But you sink your claws into her

And soon she's caring for you

Teaching you

Playing with you

And loving you

She about falls over when you call her momma

And now she can't imagine not being your momma

You have always known something was different

You could feel it

Something about your deadname

And the dresses

And stereotypical "woman" duties never felt right

Your old parents knew

They made sure to always dress you in dresses

And to never encourage "boy" behavior

They lost it when you got ahold of your father's knife

And went to town on your hair

That's when they locked you in the shed

Cold and alone

Only to be found by your new momma

Cassie never pushed any typical stereotypes on you

Just always believed you should be a skilled hunter

You're about 8 when you ask her to call you by a different name

Doesn't even bat an eye

"Okay y/n, now did you clean out the draining tub like I said?"

Cassie for her part is slightly confused

She just thinks it's a nickname

Which is fine

She really doesn't care

One day as you and Aunt Dani are playing together

Cassie pipes up

"If you hurt my daughter Dani, I will shove your books so far up your ass-!"

You run away crying

Which also causes Dani to cry

Then causes Cassie to be torn between harming Dani and finding you

She ends up finding you

"My little mosquitoe, what's wrong? Shall I dismember Aunt D again?"

She holds you and it gives you courage to say it

"I dont wanna be your daughter"

Cassie is hurt and still not fully understanding

"Oh...well I can always be Aunt Cassie instead..."

This was fucking Daniela's doing

Or Bela

That bitch

"No, I mean I'm your son"

"...you wish to be both? Do you want me to also be your dad?"

She's so very lost

But she'll do whatever to make you happy

"No, I mean...I'm a boy momma, not a girl..."

She holds you and caresses your face

On the surface you're the same

She doesn't see anything altered

Your little heartbeat is the same

A little fast right now

But you are the same child she has loved

"...you wish to be a manthing?"

She's slightly disgusted

Not for being trans! Just...manthing

But she can sense it's serious

"I can tell this isn't a choice, mosquitoe, cause I would hope you would choose anything else besides a manthing-"

"Momma."

"I only tease. I would be so happy to be the mother of a little boy"

She adjusts very well to the name change

And referring to you as a son

She's still confused that your body hasn't morphed

She keeps waiting to find you in a cocoon

Like a butterfly

But it never happens and she's worried you'll never morph

She has to have Duke hunt down books for her

She also makes Dani read them and teach her

She'll come to understand the human body just can't morph

So she does what she can to make you feel comfortable in your body

Makes sure your hair is how you want it

Makes sure your clothes are what you want

Always calls you handsome

Your Aunts always comment on what a big boy you are

Cassie even increases bonding time with you and Uncle Heisenberg

"He's the only other tolerable manthing around here, I'm sure he can teach you...man things"

Heisenberg is stoked to have a nephew now

"I'll teach you every manly thing I know! Now I know you don't have one yet, but pissing outside is-"

Maybe the wrong teacher

Cassie just wants you to feel loved

Even if you think of something else later in life

Or not

She'll have no problem adjusting to anything you want

#cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #request #res 8 #resident evil #res 8 family #is there a platonic tag for cass x reader?#Cassandra dimitrescu & reader

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months ago

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Podfic of Better Halves (and other such falsehoods)

by LordSmeldingtonTheThird Danny’s looking at him like he’s crazy. His hair’s dried up into a mess of waves, and there’s some tomato seeds on the corner of his mouth. “You just bailed me out of jail. And you think this is a good idea?” “I don’t have bad ideas, Fenton. And like you’ve just said, I have collateral on you.” “So you’re blackmailing me into pretending to date you?” Tim shrugs. “Or you could just sign the NDA.” OR Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero. Words: 6, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Danny Fenton, Tim Drake, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jazz Fenton, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Wesley Weston Relationships: Tim Drake/Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Tim Drake & Everyone Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Identity Issues, Slow Burn, Child Neglect, Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Ghost King Danny Fenton, interdimensional politics, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, For comedic purposes, (mostly), Tim Drake gets Kidnapped, BAMF Danny Fenton, TW: rich people, graphic depictions of imposter syndrome, love square typa bullshit, they're idiots your honor, Road Trips, (SIGHS), Tourture, medically accurate depictions of wounds, Tim Drake Whump, Sickfic, Underage Drinking, They go to a lot of parties with champagne, food insecurity, Trans Danny Fenton, Dick Grayson is a Firefighter, Mutual Pining, and my friends the pining is intense, Demisexual Tim Drake, Idiots in Love, Podfic in progress, will update with time when done, original fic in progress via https://ift.tt/eaiuk1w

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 2 years ago

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Part 24 - Sy

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 23 -- Part 25

Pairing: Sy x trans!ofc (Alicia)

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (m and f receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), an interesting case (if I do say so myself) of phone-moaning (look it up if you have to). Brief mention of transphobic parents and mention of (child) abuse.

ETA: PLEASE, if I missed any tags/warnings, let me know. (Always let me know, but let me know for this one in particular. It's way more likely I accidentally missed something that can be triggering for someone here.)

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: I'm on the verge of having a panic attack over posting this. Not because I think it's bad - I personally love this chapter - but because Sy is such a crowd favorite and I'm a little nervous about how this will be received. Also: Liz is the first trans character I've written at this point. So much research went into this, which is part of why I struggled with writing this so much. We're still horny on main, though, as always.

It's obviously a first for Sy, too, and he says some stupid shit - he also really likes this girl, which doesn't help with foot-in-mouth-disease, obviously. Bear with him, please.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos

Charles punched a guy. We’d all love to get through a night out - or in, apparently - without something like that happening, but it doesn’t seem to be in the cards for us. That said, I think he was right to do it, and if I’d been within arms reach of the guy, he’d have had me to deal with, too. Harassing Dani was wrong, but to do it right in front of our eyes… That’s just plain stupid. When everyone’s back to their business, I turn back to Alicia and watch her as she takes a sip of her beer.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I say. I huff quietly when I hear myself speak. Little too much emphasis on that ‘g’ at the end. I’m hiding my accent. I like this girl.

I first noticed it when I talked to Mike after the chaotic house meeting from a few days ago. I say ‘chaotic’, but it wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for us. It’s not our fault! Who puts eight guys our age in a house and calls it a day? Anyway, he told me one of Dani’s roommates wanted to find out if Dani had been lying about my… Let’s go with ‘skills’. Apparently, the review was pretty good. Now, I’ve seen Sloane. She’s on the hockey team, and I normally wouldn’t dream of passing up an opportunity like that, but I just… Couldn’t care less, to be honest. And then Liz texted me and Mike caught me grinning at my phone like an idiot. Which he pointed out while also grinning like an idiot. And now here we are.

“Say that again,” she teases. Fuck, I’m busted. How about I don’t answer her, and just shake my head instead? Will that work? “I like the way you talk, Sy.”

There’s a hint of a drawl to her voice. It’s definitely subtle, but it’s there. At first I wonder if she’s messing with me, but when she asks where I’m from, I have my answer. She’s not mocking me, she’s from Georgia. Which my stepfather would say is even worse, but I stopped listening to him right around the time I turned six. The longer we talk, the clearer her accent becomes. Makes me wonder when she lost it. And why. Takes me a while longer than I care to admit to ask her that…

“My aunt from New York took me in when I was twelve,” she answers. “Parents kicked me out for… You know… What about you? What made you move away?” It doesn’t bother me that she doesn’t finish her sentence, because I have a perfectly good idea of what she would have said if she had. I feel like everybody would have known. When Mikey found out Liz and I were texting, he asked me if I knew. I told him I did. Then he asked me if I cared, and I told him I didn’t. I meant what I said.

“The short version is that I tried to hit ma’s scumbag boyfriend back, hit ma instead. Can’t come home unless I apologize to him. Which I ain’t gonna do.”

“Ouch, you win. More beer?” She’s on her way to the kitchen before I can even answer.

Now that I’ve got nothing else to do, I look around the room. Charles has disappeared - probably with Sloane - and Leon is still chatting up Ariel, Dani’s other roommate. They seem to know each other, which means she might be the same Ariel he always competes with to be first in his class. Marshall is up to something that involves Vivienne Chase. I know the type. We all do. I know Marshall has referred to her as a ‘puck bunny’ before. He seemed pretty annoyed by her at the time. Guess that’s over now. I don’t know what’s been bugging him, but it can’t be good. I reckon there’s an eighty percent chance that this ain’t the way to solve it, either, but it’s none of my business, and I’m gonna treat it that way.

Alicia and I play a few more rounds of horrible childhood bingo, until people around us start counting down. It’s a countdown to a first kiss I’m shockingly nervous about. Luckily, she’s braver than I am, putting her bottle down while reaching for mine. Then, when that’s put to the side as well, pulling me closer to her by hooking her fingers into the pockets of my jeans. I expected to not have to lower my head: she’s nearly six feet tall. What I didn’t expect was that I’d be looking up slightly. She’s wearing heels, too, fucking hell. It takes everything I’ve got to keep with a certain level of decency. Yes, practically everyone in this room is doing the same thing I am, but that don’t mean… Alright, she doesn't seem to care about propriety half as much as I do.

“I’ve got a perfectly nice room upstairs, with a lot less prying eyes.” Why am I not surprised she’s coming with me?

Goddamn, this girl can kiss. I’m already dizzy, and something just tells me I ain’t seen nothing yet. The way she’s clawing at my back makes me think she likes it rough. I don’t mind it one bit: I ain’t exactly built to be gentle. She moans loudly when I pin her against the door. Her dress was already creeping up her thighs when I walked her upstairs, but is now only inches away from exposing that gorgeous ass completely - I didn’t let her go first on the stairs for no goddamn reason, and now that we’re in private, whatever fabric stands between me and that ass is frustrating me to no end.

“Hm, eager,” she chuckles as my hands push her dress up further. I groan as she makes a point of grinding her hips against mine.

“Well, you’re a hot piece of ass, so…” She laughs when I pull her away from the door, towards my bed.

That dress comes off easily, but not before she pulls my shirt over my head. That look in her eyes as they glide over my chest, the way she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth… This chick is driving me fucking nuts. I enjoy the way she looks at me for a while too long, apparently, because she reaches behind her back to undo her bra and tosses it aside. Now it’s my turn to stare and her turn to revel in the attention. ‘Great tits.’ That’s it. That’s the only thought I have. Anything else, my brain just refuses to process - like the ringing of her phone, which I hear faintly in the background somewhere. The only reason I know I’m not making it up, is because I watch her pull it out of the purse she dropped next to my bed, and hang up on whoever is on the other end. Other than that faint notion, that rack is really my whole world right now. Fucking magnetic. I mean it. It’s as if gravity in this room has somehow shifted, and everything is now pulled towards her chest. Alright, maybe not everything, but God knows I am, for sure.

The few quick kisses on her neck are out of a kind of twisted courtesy - pure pretense, to separate myself from a fucking caveman by a hair or two. As much as I hate to admit it, all I really want right now is to get more closely acquainted with these boobs. They’re far from the biggest I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t say they’re the nicest, either - although they’re definitely up there. But, damn, I’d be lying if I said there had ever been a pair I’d been more curious about. I have a strong feeling she won’t appreciate it if I say something about that, but unfortunately there just ain’t enough blood going to my brain right now for me to think straight…

“Can’t believe these are fake.” Once I realize what I’ve said, I look up at her like a deer in headlights.

“No worries, you’re good,” Alicia laughs when she sees my face. “I mean… They are fake.”

“How ‘bout I just try ‘n’ keep quiet from now on?” It’s gonna be tough, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I accidentally say something really stupid and ruin this.

“Oh no. They say you’ve got a dirty mouth. I wanna hear it.” That’s all good ‘n' well, but I’m gonna keep my mouth otherwise occupied for the time being. I sincerely hope she won’t mind.

My nerves about saying something stupid end up on the back burner when her phone rings again. I fucking hope it's a protective friend or something.

"Jesus, who keeps callin' ya?" This is the third time in ten minutes. I gave it a pass the first two, but now… Why doesn’t she turn the damn thing off?

"My ex," she groans. Not what a man wants to hear, honestly. The phone stops buzzing for a minute, and then it picks up right where it left off with call number four. The good news is that she seems as annoyed as I am. The bad news is that continuous phone calls from the ex of the girl you're trying to nail are a really effective boner killer. Liz sighs and hangs up again, while I give up on trying to ignore this issue.

"Bad breakup?" I ask lightly, barely taking my lips off her skin. I'm fixing to get as much quality time with these tits as I possibly can, ex be damned.

"The worst," she groans. "She cheated." There's two words in that sentence, and I have no clue which one confuses me more.

"Cheated? On you? Now that's just stupid." She laughs in reply - a sound that turns into a moan when I bite down on her nipple.

I’m a little disappointed when one of her hands reaches for my chin and pulls me back up. I was having a great time! Must’ve looked sad, too, because she laughs and looks at me with feigned pity in her eyes before kissing me. I wonder if that’s the only great way she has to cheer me up… My hands continue their exploration. It’s almost impossible to move on from her boobs, but I eventually make it further down, and my hand finds its way between her legs. Hm.

"Sy," Liz has clearly picked up on my… surprise? Is that the right word? It's a good thing there’s a hint of a chuckle to her voice, because I'm just confused at this point.

"Yeah?"

"This vagina was brought to you by the wonders of modern medicine. Doesn't get as wet as you’re probably used to." That actually explains a lot - and nowhere near enough. It sounds like lube would fix most of that problem, and I have some, so we’re good there. Thing is: it tastes horrible. Luckily, Liz manages to solve my dilemma before my indecisiveness really gets to me.

“I’ve heard too many good things about that allegedly incredible head game of yours,” she says coyly. I chuckle as a grin spreads on my face. Knowing her expectations are high should probably make me more nervous than I already am, but it doesn’t. I know what the girls I’ve been with say about me, and I take pride in that particular skill. Does that make me a cocky jerk sometimes? Absolutely. They don’t seem to care when they’re screaming my name, so why should I?

I kiss my way down Alicia’s body. Slowly. I may be impatient but I enjoy teasing ‘em a little too much to skip that part… She clearly disagrees, trying everything in her power to push me down faster. It’s cute, and it makes me laugh.

“Ain’t gonna work, sugar,” I say in between kisses pressed to her stomach. “The more you try, the longer I’m gonna drag this out. Be good for me, okay?” She agrees - reluctantly - meaning I can continue my journey south.

Not being able to use my hands is going to be a challenge. One I’ll gladly accept, that’s for sure, but a challenge nonetheless. It takes me a minute to find something she likes. Thank God she’s not shy! Actually, she’s pretty loud, which is fantastic. I love a woman who just offers up the intel on what she likes unprompted. Makes me look like I know what I’m doing, because… well… I’ll know what I’m doing. She’s all moans and whimpers and ‘right there’-s and breaths hitching as my fingertips dig into her hips. Her hand is on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her… I can’t wipe this smug grin off my face - she’s gonna cum in no time.

Fuck! That goddamn phone again! I stop what I’m doing, raise myself up on my elbows and look at Liz.

“Pick up the phone,” I growl. I’m done with this bullshit.

“What?” Liz asks me, slightly dazed. I understand her confusion, but I’m seriously over this.

“Pick up the goddamn phone,” I repeat. My grin widens as I watch Alicia accept the call and put the phone to her ear.

“Kelly. Hi," she says. She’s clearly not happy to even speak to her. Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna try my best to make this the best phone call they ever had. I can’t help but chuckle as my mouth finds its way back to where it was a minute ago, and goes right back to doing exactly what it was doing before we were so rudely interrupted. When I look up, Alicia stares back at me, eyes wide with shock, begging me… to keep going.

“Eh, no. I - ah - I’m not home.” She’s trying hard to keep her voice steady, I’m trying hard to break her. Neither of us have it easy right now. And ultimately we’re both still playing for the same side.

“Why do you even give a - fuck!” Honestly? Nice timing. Kelly’s voice - which I can barely make out from where I am - starts to sound more agitated. Apparently, the answer to that question is a long one, because Kelly keeps talking for a while. That gives me just the right amount of time to really drive Liz nuts.

“It’s literally - hng - none of your business - hmm - what I’m doing,” Liz suddenly snaps. “Or who I’m doing.” I almost choke on my own spit when she adds that last bit.

“Because we broke up, remember? Jesus.” There’s no way she can last long now.

“Kelly, seriously, stop bothering m-oh my god, Sy!” It’s a good thing she can’t see my face, because I’m grinning like crazy.

“That was fun,” I tease when I lie down next to her again. “Turn that thing off.”

“I doubt she’ll be calling back,” Alicia says, but she turns her phone off anyway before turning to me. “You really are as good as they say.”

It’s a reputation I never asked for, but I can’t say I mind having it. And I certainly don’t mind honing my craft, so to speak. Besides… most girls are willing to trade good head for good head - in my personal experience, at least. I can't complain about that.

Her fingers leave goosebumps on my skin wherever they move - and they move absolutely everywhere but the place I actually want them in, while she kisses me fiercely. It’s far too easy to lose myself in her touch, especially when she finally does go where I need her most.

I’m prepared for the soft gasp I hear when she wraps her fingers around my cock - anything else there is to notice gets lost in the sensation of her lips all over my chest and abs as she makes her way down. Her tongue feels amazing as she slowly swirls it around the tip of my cock before taking me all the way down with no issues.

I'm staring. I know I am, and I don't give a damn. It's been a while since I've been this impressed with a girl's skills. Fuck me, she's good. Her eyes are on me the whole time she's down there, slobbering all over my dick - pardon my French - and I'm in absolute heaven. Until…

"Whoa!" Those fingers are headed directly where no man - or woman, for that matter - has gone before. Not on me, at least.

"What's the problem, Sy?"

I curse softly under my breath and pray Geralt isn't listening in. "I'd say somethin' along the lines of me not bein' used to a girl tryin'a stick a finger up my ass," I mumble. Judging from the grin on her face, she heard perfectly. She slowly climbs up until she's lying next to me again.

"I strongly recommend that you give it a try," she says in a sultry tone, with eyes that put 98 percent of pornstars to shame.

"Normally I'd ask ya why I should trust a girl on this," I sigh, "but I reckon you would know…"

"First-hand experience," she replies. I don't know what it is, but something about this is intriguing.

"Is it good?" I ask carefully. I'm not saying I will… just that… I might.

"Like you wouldn't believe," she purrs in my ear. That's it, I'm blaming her. It's her. She is impossible to resist.

"Alright, I'll bite," I say, and I can't believe my own ears. "I'll try it." She's made me fucking curious. Dammit. Oh well. If I don't like it, I don't ever gotta do it again, right?

"Told ya," she grins. I'm still dizzy. That was hands down the best fucking orgasm of my entire life. Fucking hell. And there she is: smug smirk firm on her face, and soft lips torturing my earlobe.

"Gimme a break, sugar," I moan softly as I gently pull her head away from my face by her hair. She seems to like that.

"That good, huh?" Yeah, yeah, missy, you're awfully proud of yourself. Well… she's not wrong. It really was that good.

"Yeah," I sigh. "But why not go for the… more traditional…" What I want to know is why she didn't…

"You want to know why I didn't let you stick me." That would be one way of putting it, yes.

She takes a deep breath and looks at me.

“Cards on the table, Sy: There’s no way you’re gonna fit,” she says. Are my eyes deceiving me or does she look embarrassed by that?

“Alright, that explains that,” I say, pulling her into a hug.

“You’re not disappointed?” she asks, her voice as full of disbelief as the expression on her face. I shrug. Of course not! Why would I be?

“Nah.” It’s the truth, however hard that may be for her to believe. It’s not even the first time this has happened. You never know what the reaction is going to be when girls first find out what you’re blessed with. At this point, I’ve seen everything from nerves to sheer terror to excitement - sometimes on the same face, within the same minute. This ain’t nothing new to me. But it bothers her. And it bothers me that it bothers her.

“Hey,” I say as I put a finger under her chin and make her look at me, “I’m okay with it if we don’t have sex.” That’s not what I should have said, but I hope she doesn’t jump on it…

“We are having sex,” she says, one eyebrow raised. Fuck.

“Yeah… I know that. Sherlock pointed that out a few days ago, I’m just… I’m still… adjusting my vocabulary.” The grin on her face spreads slowly while I scramble for words, and I glare at her.

“I’m sorry, Sy, I shouldn’t be teasing you like this,” she laughs.

“No,” I reply, “you shouldn’t. You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Well, there’s always anal,” she says. There’s no way she doesn’t actually hear the record-scratch in my brain. That whole thing came out a little too point-blank for her to be joking. I think. At the same time, I’m not even sure she said what I think she said. I have to have made that up, right? There’s no way…

“What?” I blurt out. And lo and behold: She repeats herself. There it is again. ‘There’s always anal.’ She really said that. Alright.

“Hold on… Your pussy can’t handle me, but your ass can?” I don’t mean to sound as surprised - or crude - as I do, but I can’t help it. This is very… counterintuitive to me. To say the least.

“The downside of designer pussy is that it doesn’t really… stretch easily,” she says softly. I can’t stop myself from letting out a chuckle when she says ‘designer pussy’ - two words I’d probably never expected to hear that close to one another.

“Hey, I’m not opposed to the idea,” I say. It would be another first for me. Definitely something I wouldn’t mind crossing off the list. But not tonight. Not after that blowjob - that's what we're gonna call it for now, I'm still getting comfortable with that other thing that happened. Not after that orgasm. Not after all those beers. She seems to understand perfectly.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asks. I look at her, completely confused.

"Literally not even one bit, darlin'. You're stayin' right here."

#179cs #179 crescent street #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #syverson #captain syverson #syverson x ofc #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson smut #syverson x trans!ofc

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NEW MUTANTS: LETHAL LEGION #2 - THOUGHTS

I had so much fun covering the first issue, I thought, “Why Not?” and decided I’d do similar breakdowns for the rest of the series as it comes out. With its sapphic trans lead, Escapade, and writer, @charliejaneanders, there’s no book I’m more eager to support and help spread awareness of right now.

This issue sees multiple plots continuing here, with Escapade, Cerebella, Honey Badger (I’m still not calling her “Scout”), Morgan, and Wolfsbane still our leads as of this issue, but with the set-up and solicits we’ve gotten, it’s clear Dani and Karma will be getting more involved for the rest of the book.

Starting with the A-Plot, probably my favorite thing about the previous three issues of New Mutants to star Shela, and this book so far, is how in nearly every scene, we get to see a new layer of her character. So often, fans will defend bland new characters by saying they “Just Need Time”, and my counterargument is always, “No, there are numerous modern characters who came out fully realized and captivating almost immediately.”

We got a bit of this in the previous issue, but it’s made even more clear here that despite Shela often coming off as a typical quirky, goofy, teenage hero, she is an adult, she is an experienced veteran in her field, and she has lived a hard life with much more down-to-Earth trauma which has built responsibility. She may not like having to be all these things, and getting to act more like a kid is probably something she appreciates about Krakoa, but if she’s only teamed with less experienced heroes, this is gonna show.

I’m unsure of what the writing is going for with Gabby so far. Gabby being excited and enthusiastic about beating up a bunch of villains? Nothing weird there. Being snarky? Right up her alley. But she has a weird mean streak throughout the issue that doesn’t feel right. Just a couple lines that don’t sound like things she’d say.

I do like how she handled Nefaria’s tournament though.

Sadly, Martha doesn’t get to do much this issue, and it’s to its detriment. While Shela and Gabby’s fights are fun, they take up so much of the A-plot that there’s no room for her. And with me not being particularly interested in Nefaria and his antics (mostly), sidelining the character who’s the whole reason this adventure is happening, and who’s emotional struggle is our hero’s primary motivator, hurts the issue.

With that all said, now I get to talk about my favorite part of the A-plot, and the part that has me the most excited.

To the shock of literally no one, it’s the part which involves Emma Frost.

Not once, but twice in this issue, Shela directly compares Nefaria’s persuasive skills to Emma’s. Once is a joke. Twice tells me our young thief still has some unresolved issues regarding her former idol.

In tandem with her other insecurities, it really is no wonder she allowed herself to get drunked-up by Nefaria. Against Emma’s speeches, she was able to bite back with bitterness. Against Nefaria’s, despite knowing what he’s doing, she still likes what he’s saying enough that she eases herself.

Anders confirmed to me before this book started that Emma would not be appearing in it, BUT I really, really hope this is all going somewhere post-Lethal Legion.

Onto the B-Plot, let’s start with the funny stuff because WOW did this get real dark, real quick.

Of COURSE there are doomsday preppers for Mutants, of course there are. Wonderful way to start the issue.

Cosmar basically realizing Shela has taken her place in the Lost Club’s main girl trio is sad, but also pretty funny in a meta sense. Hopefully Tashi can find another team to join.

Also, Charlie, I know you read these, so I’m gonna ask one of the most common questions fans of these characters have: How old is Anole supposed to be? Shela and Martha are young adults, Gabby and Tashi are teenagers, and Rain Boy can go either way since it’s unclear if he died or not post M-Day, but no one really cares. Anole meanwhile is a longtime fan favorite, and between him simultaneously bartending at the Green Lagoon and hitting on Ahkiro, while also acting no older than Gabby and Tashi, and being referred to as a kid by one of his old classmates within the pages of New Mutants, fans have been deeply confused for years.

I know writers sometimes aren’t allowed to speak on ages, so if that’s a thing here, I get it. If you can give an answer though, so many fans would love to know.

Tangents aside, Dani and Karma’s entrance to the plot confuses me. I get Dani worrying about her kids, but are her and Xuan really freaking out because they don’t know where two grown women and their highly-deadly teenage friend are for more than a day? Hey, Dani, if you want to check on someone, how about your adopted son you haven’t spoken to in the last decade? If Josh has time to flirt with Gwenpool, he has time for you.

Everything mentioned above is completely forgivable, however, because Dani and Xuan get the best damn panel in this issue.

Transitioning into the more dramatic stuff, we have Rahne. Wolfsbane has consistently been wonderful under Anders’ pen (really, she’s gotten consistently better writing in the past 3 years than she’d gotten in the prior 20), with so many great moments in this issue alone. I love how she helps calm down the sewer creature, wastes no time arguing with the doomsday prepper’s leader’s garbage, and is able to separate him from the rest of the mostly innocent people living in the sewers who need her help.

Oh, Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. Since your first appearance, I have not liked you. I still don’t like you, even if you being Chinese, Jewish, and Asexual on top of being a trans man is pretty cool.

However, progress may finally be getting made on making his less insufferable. At the start of this issue, he’s still his usual self, with 0 comprehension of what Mutants have been through (honestly though, man, with all your other identities, you shouldn’t be THIS blitheringly ignorant), but then...

...we get to the big “Oh shit” part of the book, as it seems like Rahne may be about to teach Morgan about The Massacre.

This data page is amazing. I’m not sure if it actually fits the book tonally, but I love it. I’m not gonna go over the details of it just because it’s such strong prose, and you should really take it in for yourselves. It really makes you just imagine Jared walking through the woods on Krakoa, and seeing Greycrow, one of the people who brutally murdered him and his friends, making out with Kwannon, one of the War Captains charged with protecting everyone. Of course he wouldn’t believe he was safe on Krakoa (you know, along with all the OTHER reasons not to feel safe on Krakoa if you’re not one of the big, special Mutants)

Despite the various complains I had, I still loved this issue. With multiple issues now out I feel comfortable calling this my third favorite X-book right now. And when your competition includes Red and Immortal, third place is still a triumph. I can’t wait for the next issue, and I can only hope Marvel greenlights more just like this.

#New Mutants #Shela Sexton #Escapade #Cerebella #Gabby Kinney #danielle moonstar #xuan cao manh #rahne sinclair

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currentfandomkick · 1 year ago

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To make it better/worse, she doesn’t see anything indicating what she’s doing is wrong, and is literally throwing down with anyone in costume seeking her out. Heroes, villains, vigilantes, anti-heroes and anti-villains.

Each time she just screams things like ‘stranger danger’ ‘not today satan’ and ‘flipping fruitloops’.

Ellie is under the impression the cape community and their enemies are trying to make her join their frights (most are not) and the magic users are fairly certain she’s an inter-dimensional being but cannot get anywhere near her as she’s very mobile and very untrusting.

Then we cut to Danny seeing her exploits of fighting various villains and heroes and everyone in-between. Important to note, trans!danny my beloved plus using his core to reform Ellie’s older brothers (see pixie, Frankenstein, ghost sheet and skeleton… perfect one unsalvageable).

Now we can have Dani go to Danny with her prizes as her ‘war spoils’ and presents for ‘hopefully revived soon older brothers’.

Danny is too tired from his own rogue’s gallery using his grave as a portal without his consent, and the GIW’s bs and wrecking his parents inventions to realize he should probably intervene, as he’s got Midterms and finals too.

JL put a tracker on Dani and when it lets them get audio and some visuals, they find her happily showing off her ‘war spoils from fruitloops like Father’ to another teen, and then ask ‘do you think my brothers are ready yet?’ While touching said teen’s belly?

JL are re-evaluating A Lot.

Especially when the teen says ‘According to Frostbite? I should be due during break so we can stay with him. He’s already arguing with the courts to keep Vlad from getting custody… how did you get the candy ring again?’

‘Fruitloops keep trying to kidnap me—but i know better than secondary locations!’

JL recontextualizing, again.

Dani “oh, oh wait this means they’re going to share a rebirth day with me! We don’t have to call you dad, and mom’s a no-go right?”

“Honestly? In ghost speak i don’t care, but outside of that i think we should stick to the cousins cover so you can crash for a while again. Jazz did some digging and if you pretend to be on the run from Dad’s side for being ‘meta’ or having magic he’ll ignore everything ghostly and instead triple down on defending you.”

“So, are we telling him about the cores?”

“…honestly debating that. Mom would be too suspicious and may try to run tests on them, which is Not Great.”

JL, going Through It as… 1) pregnant child with multiple babies (how many???) 2) questionably safe homelife 3) girl beating them up thought they were kidnappers 4) looks like a multidimensional pregnancy and 5) the girl is bringing their stuff to pregnant person (possibly birth parent???) as gifts for pregnancy problems looks like.

Dani straight up handing him superman’s wallet with a ‘and this guy i kicked in the nuts like you said!’

‘Good job—wait that’s a reporter. Shit, do you think he sicc’d the other assholes on you?’ —Danny, forgetting said ‘assholes’ included heroes and just sees ‘pretty sure that’s the reporter Wes is obsessed with atm’ who could pull strings.

Dani doubles down on fighting superman after this, and when a civilian pressed her about acting her age she grumps as ‘it’s not my fault fruitloop numero uno aged me up! I’m only seven months old!’ as its true ans jarring enough to get a lot of people to short circuit for a clean escape without using her powers.

Up to you what happens from there,

Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

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the-dynamite-punch-boys-book · 2 months ago

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The Dynamite Punch Boys

Chapter 7: Spirit Power.

Teddy Casper is Dani Casper’s only son and only child, his transition was fairly recent, turns out Jason was wrong, and Teddy was in fact a boy, long story, Teddy has been an out and proud trans man for a few months, wearing a binder, cutting his hair, and voice training, he still gets mistaken for a girl from time to time, but it doesn’t bother him as much really, he’s really nice about correcting people.

Mod and Jane entered the lab very cautiously approaching Dani as she continued to type furiously.

“Um, Dani?” Jane questioned.

Dani paused typing for a moment.

“Your kids are already out there looking for my son, right?” Dani said.

“Yes, how’d you--” Jane said, but she was cut off by Dani.

“Now’s not the time to explain, now is the time for action.” Dani said.

“Right of course.” Mod said.

Dani went back to the computer, typing way more furiously this time, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard, it looked like she was searching for something.

“So... this is how you’re going to find your son?” Jane asked.

“Yes. They’re a group known only as The Whispers, they’re a pack of Agents bent on ridding the world of the supernatural, even at the cost of our own world, they specialize in hunting Vampires, Werewolves, and Ghosts.” Dani explained.

“So that means...” Mod gasped.

“It means my son is in terrible danger right now, send these coordinates to your children, immediately.” Dani said as she turned away from her computer to reveal some numbers on the screen.

Mod and Jane nodded.

Meanwhile....

Teddy felt slightly drowsy as he woke up, his head feeling a bit heavy, however as he opened his eyes the less and less drowsy he was, he tried to rub his eyes but his arm was tied down, strapped down actually to this strange table, he was completely strapped down to this strange table, it was at this point he realized he was also in a dark room, it was very very dark with only a small lamp shedding light on him, Teddy tried to wriggle free, phase through the tight straps, but it was no use, he couldn’t.

“You are wasting your time.” A Voice said from the darkened space.

“Huh!? Who’s there!?” Teddy questioned.

Teddy heard footsteps in the darkness coming closer and closer, they sounded pretty soft and light, sounded like it came from some really fancy shoes, slowly peeking from the darkness was him, a man Teddy knew very well, recognized as that one guy who’s been chasing him for years.

“Damon Dalv.” Teddy said.

“Correct, it is me...” Damon said.

Damon walked closer to Teddy, a nice wide smirk on his face. Damon was a man in his 30’s, he had black hair and gray blue eyes, and pale skin, he wore a white suit with a black tie, and black dress shoes, he looked put together and neat.

“What do you want with me? Why have you captured me in the first place?” Teddy questioned rather harshly.

“Well it’s very simple Teddy Casper... you see we want you to join us” Damon said.

“What? But... you guys hate me, you've tried to kill me multiple times, and you've called me really heinous slurs.” Teddy said.

“Well that's all in the past now, you should let it go, and join us.” Damon said.

“That was two weeks ago.” Teddy responded.

Damon scoffed and folded his arms, he looked rather impatient as he did so, looking more and more annoyed by the minute.

“Listen, just hear us out, I’ll make it worth your while.” Damon said.

Teddy glared at Damon, but let him go on, as it would give him a perfect opportunity to escape.

“Fine...” Teddy said a little harshly.

“You see, we realized something, something about you and your usefulness, your undead ghost creature powers might actually prove to be useful, specifically your powerful ghost energy, it could be used to power our weapons and tools, and it could even be a benefit on the battlefield against the undead.” Damon said.

“Sounds like you just want to use me as some kind of battery.” Teddy said.

Damon glared harshly at Teddy, but then his eyes softened, and a smirk came across his face, he looked at Teddy with menace in his eyes, Teddy felt a chill down his spine as Damon laughed a little, it was a menacing chuckle, something that felt off about it, Teddy began to struggle once more, trying to escape.

“You really think you, a ghost creature, something of the undead variety, can escape here? Those straps are ghost proof, you can’t phase out of them, and nobody is coming to save you” Damon said.

Suddenly out of seemingly nowhere the whole building shook, and a loud boom could be heard below them, they were here.

Meanwhile in the lobby of the building...

Agents immediately gathered around the area as two intruders walked through a now destroyed wall where the door used to be, they all pointed their weapons immediately at the two intruders, all aimed and ready to fire immediately.

“FREEZE!! Don’t come any closer!! You FREAKS!!” An Agent yelled.

The intruders who were Leo and Blake simply did not listen to a single command, in fact they looked rather angry, possibly angry enough to tear through the lot of them.

“Look guys, we just want Teddy back, if you cooperate we might go easy on ya.” Leo said.

The Agents looked more focused and more determined than ever, and began to fire their laser pistols at them, it was nothing more but a barrage of laser fire, laser fire that picked up dust turning it into a cloud of dirt, the laser fire lasted for about a few minutes when an Agent signaled for a ceasefire, immediately they all cease fired and waited for the dust to clear, once it did to their very horror the two intruders were still standing.

Blake had transformed his arms into strange energy devices that blanketed the area around him and Leo into an energy forcefield, protecting them from the laser fire, Blake lowered the shields as soon as the barrage was over, Leo and Blake looked at each other and nodded, they looked back at the Agents who looked pretty shocked and surprised, Leo held out his hand towards Blake, Blake gladly took Leo’s hand and began to transform his entire body into a new weapon, this time a giant laser cannon, a cannon much too heavy for a normal person to hold, but was light work for Leo, Leo fired a few strong blasts into the wall behind the agents, laser blasts zipped past their ears and began to crumble the walls leaving nothing but giant holes behind, the same exact holes that tore open the entrance of the building, the Agents were now terrified, and looked on in quiet horror as Blake transformed back.

“I’m glad we could get the message across, now... where is Teddy.” Leo growled at the shivering Agents.

Meanwhile...

Damon felt the building shutter from the various attacks by Leo and Blake, he sneered as his attention was ripped away from Teddy for just a few seconds.

“Looks like your little friends are here.” Damon said mockingly.

Damon turned back to look only to see Teddy Casper was gone, released somehow, but how... upon further inspection it looks like the straps were cut by something, Damon slammed his fists on the table and growled in frustration, he grabbed a nearby radio and yelled into it.

“Mobilize all agents! Mr. Casper is loose! I repeat Mr. Casper is loose! Do not I repeat, do not let him escape!” Damon commanded.

Meanwhile...

Teddy Casper was long gone from the scene, and had already gone down a few floors, using his ghostly powers to turn invisible and slip past open doors, why not phase through the building and escape? Well that might set off an alarm, or the whole area is ghost proof, these are professional paranormal hunters after all, Teddy made it to the third floor, he hid by keeping himself invisible and hiding behind a nearby wall as Agents marched through looking for him, he stayed as still as possible, looking to see if they had detection devices on them, he waited for what was a few minutes but felt like an eternity for them to just leave, Teddy looked around to make sure the whole floor was empty before letting himself relax a little, Teddy sat up against a nearby wall and breathed a sigh of relief, however he also felt something rather overwhelming, something deep in his chest, he began to cry, tears slipping down his cheeks and a small smile began to form around Teddy’s mouth.

“They... they actually came for me” Teddy whispered to himself.

Teddy’s heart began to soften towards the idea of friendship with Leo and Blake, and he felt happiness towards such an idea, Teddy was quick to wipe away his tears when he heard someone coming, this was not a moment to take a break, Teddy began to head down the hall as quickly and as quietly as possible, he looked behind himself checking to see if any Agents were following him, however this made it hard for him to pay attention to what was in front of him and he--

C R A S H!!!

“Ow, ow, damn what was that!?” Leo said as he stumbled backward.

“Ow, watch it-- Huh? Leo?” Teddy said as he turned visible again.

“Teddy!?” Leo and Blake said both at once.

“Surprise? I managed to escape, sort of, let’s--” Teddy began to say but was quickly hugged by Leo and Blake who held onto him tightly, Teddy hugged back too, he felt loved and protected by them at that moment.

“We were so worried, your Mom was worried, Blake was worried, and I was worried.” Leo explained after finishing the hug.

“I didn’t even know you guys cared.” Teddy responded.

“Of course we care, after all the truces we’ve had, it’s about time we became friends.” Blake said.

“Yeah, you’re right, although maybe we should, I dunno, hang out? Seems the only time we see each other is when everyone is in peril or we’re fighting bad guys.” Teddy suggested.

“Yeah, definitely.” Leo said.

“Oh yeah! By the way, Teddy, do you know a guy by the name of Damon Dalv?” Blake asked.

Teddy froze for a moment, his eyes were wide, he turned paler than usual, and looked shocked for a moment.

“Where’d you hear that name?” Teddy asked with a concerned voice.

“The Agents were calling for him, kept saying stuff like “Get Damon Dalv”” Leo explained.

Teddy let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, you haven’t bumped into him yet.” Teddy sighed.

“Why? Is he dangerous?” Blake asked.

“Has my Mom told you about the Whispers?” Teddy asked.

“Yeah, they’re an organization bent on ridding the world of the supernatural, why?” Leo asked.

Teddy nodded.

“Let’s walk and talk, we gotta get out of here, before they find me.” Teddy said.

Leo and Blake nodded and began to lead the way, Leo, Blake, and Teddy walked slowly down the seemingly quiet and empty hallway, while Teddy talked.

“Damon used to be just a regular Agent, he hated the supernatural from day one, and he especially hated ghosts, the reason? Me and my Mom don’t actually know why, we suspect that it was probably a traumatic experience that scarred him for life, but he’s never had any monologue about it.” Teddy explained.

“I see, so he’s not a fan of you.” Leo responded.

“Yep, when my accident happened and I got my ghost powers, the Whispers caught wind of me and my special case. They immediately wanted to bring me in for questioning and experiments, it was Damon’s job to bring me in, and he immediately despised me, and began calling me names.” Teddy explained.

“Man, he must suck at his job if it took him so many years to catch you.” Blake sighed.

“Actually he was a little too good at his job, his blind hatred for ghosts and all things supernatural made him a rather ruthless Agent, he got promoted multiple times to a point where he eventually took over.” Teddy explained.

“Then why’d it take him years to catch you?” Leo asked.

“Well that was mostly because of my Mom, she’s the one who protected me from them, she kind of got them in a legal pinch, or so I’ve been told, so they left me alone, for now.” Teddy explained.

“I see, so they’re violating some legal thing right now by capturing you.” Leo said.

“Yep, and they might get in trouble for it.” Teddy said.

Leo, Blake, and Teddy froze as they heard slow clapping coming from down the hallway, slowly Damon began to make his entrance, walking over towards them slowly, Leo, Blake, and Teddy began to slowly back away themselves but found the otherside was blocked by Agents.

“Well, we didn’t want useless paperwork to get in the way, not this time.” Damon said.

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#creative writing #the dynamite punch boys #story #oc #young adult novel #lgbtqia #superhero #written story

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dani-in-the-darke · 8 months ago

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Speaking of the Fair

Okay, so, while this will be a blog for my photojournalistic endeavors, this will also be a place for my political opinions. Politically, I'm rather moderate but as someone who is queer and trans, it's certainly a hell of a lot easier to lean one way than the other right now.

That said, this will be one of those political posts.

As someone who is just a bit of a nerd about politics, I still like to try to visit both of the political parties' tents at the Fair. But this year, oh, THIS YEAR, both tents are absolutely pitiful.

First off, the Democratic tent. Granted, the Democrat's tent has always been... less... than the GOP's tent given just how deep red this county is. But this year was exceptionally so. You couldn't even tell there was a presidential election going on this year. No stickers for Harris, no signs, no literature. Nothing. Just a few odd stickers for Ohio's Democratic Senator and a sign up sheet for a Democratic Women's group. Now, maybe you're saying, "Well, Dani, the Democrats just changed their candidate, maybe they haven't had time to print new stickers." But I know that's bull because I already ordered and received a Harris canvas bag. Even if they don't have enough to give out, you'd think they could have SOMETHING aswith her name on it. But maybe this is all just a sign that they need volunteers and maybe I should get more involved with the party itself.

Across the aisle, the Republicans seemed to have the exact opposite problem. Their tent had been turned into solely a t-shirt and merch stall for Donald Trump. And honestly, I don't know if there could be a truer allegory for what is wrong with the Grand Old Party right now.

#darke county #the great Darke county fair #Or maybe we've just moved past using tents at the county fair to campaign

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c0g-machine · 2 years ago

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✨️Girls✨️

Hey, I'm Dani. Haven't made an intro post yet but I might as well lol

Alot of the info is under the read more cus I do NOT want this long ass list to be taking up half my page

I'm a bi lesbian and a transsexual/salmacian (altersex), I started my process of detransitioning from being FTM/binary transmasc a few months ago but I still consider myself apart of the trans community, and I'm also Genderqueer & GNC. use only she/he pronouns for me. Any terms are fine but rn I perfer fem & neutral publically, masc terms are often reserved for my partners & my wife.

I'm 23 in system currently, my birthday is May 13th, but bodily we are 21 years old. This account will be 18+ so MINORS DON'T INTERACT

I'm apart of a polyfragmented DID system, and I'm a subsystem myself. Having said that, this blog is meant for just me and my insane posts lol.

While being in a DID system, Me and the rest of us are fully in support of endogenics and non traumagenic systems. we believe in plurality regardless of origin so If you're anti endo stay as far away from us as possible, we won't hesitate.

My biggest interests are mechanical engineering, computer sciences, robotics, video games & a few other things.

I deal with auDHD, BPD, HPD, and P-OCD/Health OCD. If you believe that people with PDs are abusive, especially those with cluster b PDs, and ESPECIALLY for HPD, ASPD & NPD, Fuck off, and if you think those with P-OCD/Z-OCD are pedophiles/zoos, go away also. we're mentally ill and traumatized, and this is how it manifested. I am no more harmful than anyone else, and I am definitely not a pedophile for having a severe anxiety disorder around the FEAR and ANXIETY of being a pedo and being the same as our abusers. We're a grooming/online CSA victim as well, and we can not control or predict how this trauma and mental illness manifests, but we are in treatment right now for these things.

I'm polyamorous, and I'm in a relationship with @dakotakota and a couple of others apart of the Spiral System ( @the-spiral-system ) so while I will post about nsfw and kink, I will not respond to sexual and romantic advances, but some playful/non serious flirting and joking is fine, just respect me and my partners

I may post about sexual content and kinks, so as a warning you might see hornyposting on here.

My current special interests involves the band Ghost, Minecraft (Hermitcraft adjacent), Pokemon and Pizza Tower.

My DNI list is long, and I have a banner that I'll be posting on all of my original posts, but in general DNI if youre a terf or radfem, map/pedo, radqueer (like transid/pro and complex contact paraphile/proshipper/etc), yanderecore or traumacore blog, anti endo, anti mspec lesbians/gays, and in general being a bigoted shithole.

As a detransitioning/retransitioning person I understand people will have biases about us, and I understand we are often used as transphobic rhetoric by radfems and terfs, but Not every one of us are suddenly transphobic OR cisgender when we detransition/retransition. DNI if you're again detrans people OR are into detrans kink. Fuck off with that.

Hope yall enjoy my blog, just be nice to others! ^^

#dani.txt #personal.txt #pinned post #pinned intro #idk what to tag lolz

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months ago

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Podfic of Better Halves (and other such falsehoods)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eaiuk1w by LordSmeldingtonTheThird Danny’s looking at him like he’s crazy. His hair’s dried up into a mess of waves, and there’s some tomato seeds on the corner of his mouth. “You just bailed me out of jail. And you think this is a good idea?” “I don’t have bad ideas, Fenton. And like you’ve just said, I have collateral on you.” “So you’re blackmailing me into pretending to date you?” Tim shrugs. “Or you could just sign the NDA.” OR Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero. Words: 6, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Danny Fenton, Tim Drake, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jazz Fenton, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Wesley Weston Relationships: Tim Drake/Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Tim Drake & Everyone Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Identity Issues, Slow Burn, Child Neglect, Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Ghost King Danny Fenton, interdimensional politics, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, For comedic purposes, (mostly), Tim Drake gets Kidnapped, BAMF Danny Fenton, TW: rich people, graphic depictions of imposter syndrome, love square typa bullshit, they're idiots your honor, Road Trips, (SIGHS), Tourture, medically accurate depictions of wounds, Tim Drake Whump, Sickfic, Underage Drinking, They go to a lot of parties with champagne, food insecurity, Trans Danny Fenton, Dick Grayson is a Firefighter, Mutual Pining, and my friends the pining is intense, Demisexual Tim Drake, Idiots in Love, Podfic in progress, will update with time when done, original fic in progress read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eaiuk1w

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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bloggerspam · 27 days ago

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It grows as the seasons come and go.

Sam brings him pebbles every now and then, Tucker switching to marbles he finds when he goes to the local game store soon after the first time.

Jazz buys him a giant jar to keep them in, with plenty of room for growth for years and years to come.

His parents say nothing about it when he leaves it beside the portal, either respecting his little spot or not caring about it in the way that parents who accept their children's oddities tend to do.

Dani starts to leave magnets on it, ones from her travels all over the world that let Danny know she's okay even when she just pops through without saying hello.

Sophomore year ends with a jar halfway full of pebbles and marbles, with stickers and magnets all over the one jutting side of the Portal.

They were a little overzealous in it, this first year, but they've agreed to slow down on it lest it starts to overflow. Lots of little lights sprinkle from it, cascading onto the cool metal walls of the basement like little sun catchers. Danny likes to spin it around, whenever he comes here just to sit and admire the collection, watch as the reflections bounce and twirl.

Summer greets him, eerily cool and green, in the form of a baby.

"Clockwork." Danny mumbles in greeting, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "Helluva morning wake up you've given me."

"Good morning Your Majesty." Clockwork smiles, cheeks chubby and smile cherubic.

"Ugh," Danny groans, rolling and pulling the blanket over his head, "still hate that."

Clockwork chuckles behind him, but as always lets the silence tick on. They know Danny hates it, and true to form, Danny isn't awake enough to go against the odds.

"Not that this isn't lovely and all, but why have you come to ruin my Summer, Clockwork?" Danny brings his knees up, curling into fetal position and tucking the blankets tighter around his newfound ball status. "You said I didn't have to do King stuff until I was dead dead."

Danny can feel Clockwork float closer, sitting themself onto the bed despite not being tangible.

Danny is still getting used to that, this new awareness. His ecto has been funky lately, his powers more coming easy and stronger. Tucker's been chalking it up to growth, but even Jazz and Sam have been showing concern at the rate of it.

Danny's been trying not to think about it.

"You told your parents," Clockwork finally says, "Last night."

Danny stiffened. This was another thing he was trying not to think about.

He forces himself to relax, calms his heartbeat in counts of two.

One. Two. One…Two…

Danny breathes in the acrid morning breath he's smothered himself with under his blankets, pulling tighter and tighter in. Or at least, squeezing his grip on it tighter, as it's impossible to pull the blanket any closer without ripping fabric.

It's lucky that breathing is optional, truly. In more ways than one, considering the sour taste of his mouth.

"I did." Danny's voice is jarringly bright, even to himself. "They took it well, accepted me for who I am."

"They did." Clockwork agrees, voice now wizened and old. "Unerringly so. Burned their research down to start anew, cried with you and loved you and held you close."

"Jazz was right." Danny whispers into the straining threadcount. "They loved me all the same, just like when I came out as trans."

"She was." Clockwork hums. "And yet…"

The murkiness in his chest starts to thrum, a facsimile of a heartbeat. Danny releases the grip he has on the blanket around him to clasp at his chest. One. Two. One. Two.

Clockwork sighs. "They accepted you…but not your death."

A low, keening noise escapes from Danny, causing him to grasp at his mouth to smother it.

Clockwork's hand, now tangible, is a heavy comfort on his head. An odd sort of warmth seeping through the blanket between them.

"I come bearing a gift." Clockwork's voice dilutes the darkness around Danny, who finds himself relaxing under the weight of his presence. "To perhaps soothe the ache away."

Danny unfurls, sitting up with the blanket now loosely draped over him, slipping just that tiny bit so his face and hair snip out.

Clockwork smiles at him in their adult form, gentle like a parent might. It makes things Danny doesn't want to face rustle through his skin. As if understanding, they take Danny's hand in theirs, pressing a singular gold coin into the palm of it.

The face of it is cold and rough, surprisingly bigger and more uneven than he would have expected of a coin. He doesn't recognize the face stamped into the metal, but then, he doesn't really need to—gold speaks for itself.

"What's this for?" Danny flips the coin, over and over, inspecting the weird cleanliness of it. It looks too shiny, for something so clearly old.

"Traditionally, you would put it under your tongue." Clockwork grins, cheeky and playful, wide on their now teenage face. He's never seen Clockwork change into a teenager before, and it surprises him enough to almost drop the coin.

"I understand that your family does not have any rituals, beyond the obvious," Clockwork continues, closing Danny's fingers over the coin themself to secure it. "But you accepted the young Miss Manson's pebbles, so I had hope you would accept mine."

Danny blinks. "So this…is to add to my jar?"

Clockwork's smile goes a little sad then, more wistful and melancholic. "Yes, Danny. It is for your jar."

Danny clutches the coin to his chest, feeling touched and elated and…and happy.

He also has half a mind to put the coin in his mouth anyway, for some indiscernible reason.

Clockwork glitches into their adult form again, winking as they flip something gold towards him.

Danny instinctively catches it, opening his hand to find…a coin.

A chocolate coin, wrapped in those gold foils sporting Clockwork's gear on the face of it.

Danny laughs, clutching that to his chest too."Thanks, Clockwork."

Clockwork gives him another soft smile, patting him on the head before bidding him goodbye.

After Danny places the gold coin in his jar, he unwraps the chocolate coin and flips it into his mouth.

He keeps it under his tongue until it melts away, the sweetness of it fueling him for what feels like the rest of that easy Summer break.

Building Graves like Homes

DP-only WIP based loosely off this dcxdp prompt where Danny unknowingly builds his own grave.

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It starts with a sticker.

That's all it is, really. A stupid little sticker.

Jazz gives it to him as a joke. He did the dishes unprompted, so she gave him a gold star sticker—one of the ones she gives to the kids she tutors on Sundays and Thursdays.

It's just that the basement is comforting.

By all accounts it shouldn't be—it's cold, noisy, barren of any furniture beyond work tables and creepy weapons and mess.

By all accounts he should hate it here—his parents spend most of their time here so it's hard to find peace, his sister hates it, Sam and Tucker hate it, and Danny…well. Danny died here.

But the sticker.

There's a spot next to the portal, not quite under the jut of it, between where the side ends and where the filter sits on the wall. The hum of the portal and lab resonates just perfectly to be almost a lullaby, the edge of the portal's jutted out side providing a good little nestle spot for Danny to sit and lean against.

Danny likes to sit there, in the rare moments when his parents aren't in the lab, and just kind of…ruminate.

Today he ruminates on the sticker, the little glittery shine of it, and how funny it looks against the cold metal gray.

He sticks it on the side, where you can't really see it, and something sort of settles in him.

He stares and stares at it, feeling a little pinprick of warmth as he rubs against it with a finger, until his parents come home and he has to leave.

The warmth, however, decides to stay long after.

#double update because im tired #im really really tired #and i quite liked this scene #i also did not research extensively for this part #i hope youll forgive me #my writing #danny phantom #danny fenton #clockwork

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