#for better or worse au

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FIC: "It's a Good Day" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Note: Whump Ahoy! Mind the tags!

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03 September 2024

Prompt 15: Music

“Good morning, M. Couffaine!  You’re in early today!” the girl sitting at the desk said.

“Morning, Tanya,” Luka said as he signed his name on the guest log.  He adjusted the guitar on his back before handing his bag over to the man who had approached, nodding politely at him.  “M. Jolie.”

“M. Couffaine,” the older man said gruffly as he checked the bag.  He looked up when he found the small container of meringue kisses, something Luka had kept in his bag longer than he could remember, and Luka rolled his eyes before nodding.  M. Jolie – Paul, when Tanya wasn’t listening – almost smiled at him as he nabbed one.

They weren’t as good as…but he had gotten better.  At least they weren’t gummy this time.

“I wasn’t sure we’d see you today,” Tanya said as Paul handed his bag back.  Luka shrugged.  He hadn’t been sure, either.  The morning had been…difficult.  Getting Harmony off to daycare.  She’d been less than thrilled to see him leave.  “I was hoping we would, though.  Guess what?”

“What?” he asked, smiling as Paul rolled his eyes and trudged back over to his desk.  Tanya leaned forward, grinning at him.

“I think Miguel’s gonna propose,” she said, winking at him.  “It’s not for sure yet.  He hasn’t actually asked, but Elise – my bestie, I’ve told you about her? – saw him coming out of a ritzy jeweler’s.  That’s gotta mean something, right?”

“That’s what ruined my proposal,” he chuckled, slinging his bag back over his shoulder.  “Well-meaning friends who couldn’t keep their mouths shut.”

It had worked out, in the end.  If Rose and Dingo hadn’t blabbed, he might’ve actually gotten the dumb ring before Marinette had surprised him with the one she had made (and a proposal of her own).

“It’s probably earrings,” Paul griped.  Luka glanced over at him to see his head was bent with his visor pulled down over his eyes, his chin resting on his chest.  “Kid ain’t seen Leap Year.  I’m telling you: it’s earrings.”

“Oh, shush!  M. Couffaine knows I’m right – he gets me!  He’s a romantic,” Tanya said, sticking her tongue out at the old guard.  She turned back to Luka with a grin.  “Aren’t you, M. Couffaine?”

“…I suppose I must be,” he said, smiling sadly.

He wouldn’t be there if he wasn’t.

Tanya’s expression softened at the look in his eyes, her smile slipping.

“She’s having a good day today,” she said gently.  His grip tightened on the strap of his bag, and he nodded before moving away from the desk – taking his hand away from the guest log before Tanya could do something like try and comfort him.  She was a sweet kid, but he didn’t want her comfort.  “I think she’s in the multipurpose room.”

“Thank you, Tanya,” he said, nodding before he headed into the building.  He could hear Paul scolding her as he left them, but their familiar argument was too low to be anything more than an annoying buzz on his periphery.  He’d heard it all before, anyway.  It was the same argument Juleka and Rose had any time he dropped Harmony off for a Couffaine Girl Fun Day, or the one Dingo and Brielle had when he ignored their calls, or…

…he hated coming here any more.

But where else would he go?

He passed her room on his way in, and sure enough it was empty.  He paused once he reached the door to the large room they called the ‘multipurpose room’, which currently looked like it was being split between group sessions and free time.  His swallowed thickly when he saw her sitting by the window, the sun dancing in her hair as she bent her head over the table.  She was focused on her task – writing something, it seemed.  Maybe drawing.  His throat felt too dry, seeing her.

He hated coming here any more.

…there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

He had promised her for better or worse.

He just hadn’t thought their better would already be behind them.

“Morning, beautiful,”  he said, laying a hand on her shoulder and squeezing.  He paused to drop a kiss to her head before sitting in the chair beside her.  He had slipped his guitar and his bag off before sitting, and he laid them next to the chair.  She kept her focus on the paper – on the blue crayon gliding over it.  He couldn’t tell what she was drawing, what with how close she was leaning over the paper.  “What are you making today?”

She didn’t answer.

She rarely did, these days.

“Harmony’s starting to draw now,” he said, turning to reach into his bag.  He pulled out a picture Harmony had drawn with Rose the other day and laid it on the table, sliding it over to her.  “She wanted you to have it.”

Her eyes darted to the picture.  It was simple enough: stick figures, a man with blue spikes on his head that he was pretty sure was supposed to be hair holding the hand of a girl with too many fingers and big blue eyes.  There was a smudge that was supposed to be a dog next to her – a not-so-subtle hint he was doing his best not to cave on.  Juleka would give him so much shit if he did.

…he could barely take care of them most days.  She’d kill him if he brought a dog into the mix, no matter how much Harmony wanted one.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, smiling at her.  It didn’t feel forced, like it had at the front.  It never did, with her.  “I haven’t gotten the dog.  Yet.”

She grunted and slapped at the paper, shoving it away from her.  He pursed his lips and pulled it back before she could damage it.

Tanya had said she was having a good day.  It was hard to tell what were good days anymore.

“Marinette…” he tried, but she kept her focus on her paper.  He sat back in his chair and looked out the window, his mouth a hard, thin line.

He had agreed to this.

He had hated it, but he had agreed to it.

“You can’t take care of her, Luka,” Juleka had said.  “Not with the baby.  It’s too much.  It’s not safe.”

“She’s my wife, Juleka.  The mother of my child,” he had argued.

“She’s insane, Luka,” Juleka had bit, not unkindly, but he had hated it all the same.  There had been no malice behind the words – how could there be?  Juleka knew why, as well as he did, and how could they ever blame her for…?  “She’s a danger to your child.  To you.  To herself.”

…that had been what had decided it, in the end.  Because he could no longer give her the care she needed – not with…not when…

He pushed out a breath and reached for his guitar, settling it onto his lap and plucking at a few strings.  The frustrated notes quickly turned into a song, one of happier times.  Before she had made her choice.  Back when they were just young and in love and so very, very stupid.  Before they had known…he closed his eyes, remembering her smiling face the day he had proposed.  The last time he had kissed her, the night she…

“…Luka,” she croaked, her voice soft and raspy.  He swallowed as he looked up, continuing to play as she stared at her paper with glassy eyes.  It was the only time she came close to remembering him.  Them.  When he played for her.

The music brought her back to him, if only just.

…she was the only one he played for any more.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said softly, and she looked up with wide, watery eyes that stared at him like…and then she was laying her head down, resting her cheek against the mess of blue squiggles she had been drawing over and over and over again on that paper.

“Luka,” she whispered, her fingers twitching before the crayon dropped from them, rolling away across the table.

Tikki had warned them, the night she’d had to…there would be a cost.  A price to pay.  There always was, with things like that.  But it had been getting too dangerous, for all of them, and Marinette hadn’t seen any other way.

She’d had to destroy the Miracle Box.  All the kwamis inside.  There had been no other way to keep Paris – to keep the world – safe.  But the Universe had demanded a price, something in return for sacrificing so much raw power.  If they had known…if he had known…

He never would have let her make that call.

He would have let the entire world burn, if it had meant saving his own.

What he wouldn’t give for a Second Chance – one last trip back, to stop her.  To find another way.  To warn her of the price they would pay – of the life they hadn’t known had been growing inside of her, the little girl who would never know…

Tanya had said she was having a good day.

Marinette Couffaine didn’t have a lot of good days anymore.

[miaogo]

Savior Au (part 1) Realization

(I know the dialogue is kinda rushed, but I want to get my point across)

Color will be shown when things need to stand out mostly

[pixlokita]

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[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[edorazzi]

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[ominouspuff]

Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith

— A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant

A what-if au featuring the Corries pulling all-nighters fueled on caf alone to study republic law, Fox providing his own dubious legal representation resulting in the wildest civil court case in Republic history, and, they can only pray, formidable and clandestine cooperation within GAR high command’s clone contingents via a small-scale GAR-approved candy brand

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x ISAT part 1: In Stars and Necromancy.

(Part 2)

[happypeachsludgeflower]

So, in PIDW, there was obviously wife plots that could bring back the dead (mushroom body being one of them), and since we know Airplane is a hack that reuses concepts over and over, there’s probably multiple wife plots that could work, so like, where’s the PIDW fics where Liu Qingge somehow comes back to life, memories of Shen Jiu trying to save him intact, and goes to hunt the asshole down so he can repay his life debt, and along the way accidentally clears Shen Jiu’s name of all his crimes and now everyone is convinced Shen Qingqiu is a saint.

[danny-chase]

I feel like people understand that Dick changed while Jason was gone, but where it goes wrong half the time is people assume that Dick "growing up" meant that Dick was irresponsible around the time he and Jason interacted/was mean and unable to conceal his jealousy well, which he then evolved from due to Jason's death and was able to build a loving big brother relationship with Tim and Damian and fix his relationship with Bruce.

Meanwhile canon is like:

>Be me, Dick Grayson, esteemed and respected leader of the Teen Titans

> Your younger brother dies

> Fire the youngest member of the Titans because it happened because you had a crisis of responsibility about child vigilantism

> Get punched by your not-official dad

> Help mentor new younger brother because you can't stop him and Bruce from the path they're on, and like hell is another kid going to die

> Kid dies. Not that one. The ex-member of the Titans died disobeying your orders and saving the world in a heroic sacrifice you didn't want him to make, this is exactly what you tried to avoid

> So did two of your friends and one of their moms

> Failed marriage, and a whole lot of relationship stuff you don't want to talk about

> Dad didn't ask you to surpass him in the roll he trained you for since you were 8, gives it to a guy who goes of the rails and starts trying to kill ppl

> Dad asks you to take the roll because he literally has 0 other options and wants to take a vacation

> Bond with younger brother II more, will kill everyone in this room and yourself if anything happens to him

> Move to a new awful city that's often compared to hell

> Having nothing to lose makes it kind of nice here

> Younger brother II gets killed by the same guy who killed younger brother I

> Kill the guy

> Younger brother II wasn't actually dead

> Dad used CPR, so neither is the guy who killed them

> Angst over not being a good enough person not to kill your brother's murderer

> Things start to become okay again

> Best friend dies

> Get shot in the shoulder and fired from your job

> Childhood home gets burned down, 20+ people die

> Apartment building blows up, 22 of your friends and acquaintances die

> Find out it's because someone was specifically targeting you

> Person dies for talking to you

> Choose to step aside and let the guy targetting you die

> Run home because dad needs help

> Get shot in the leg, while passed out another kid hero dies

> Quit being a hero

> Join the mob

> Things start to get better

> Help dad out with some case about this guy named the Red Hood

> City gets nuked because you live there

> Get radiation burns and pass out while saving people, content that you died doing something good

> Dad saved you

> You're still alive :/

> Propose to your ex-girlfriend (not the one from the last marriage)

> Crisis event happens, take a laser beam meant for your father

> Coma for 3 weeks

> She says no (for good reasons)

> You're still alive :/

~and around here is where Dick finds out Jason's alive~

Anyways Dick was not more well adjusted by the time Jason came back from the dead, his life was a constant series of L's, and he got worse 😎

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[verfound]

FIC: "An End of Days" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Oh look it's a whole-ass AU now I guess

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10 September 2024

Prompt 67: Promises

He doesn’t tell anyone.

Not at first.

He doesn’t really know how.

That first day, when the doctor tells him, he sits in his car outside their offices and just…processes.  The nurse had asked if there was anyone she could call, and he knows there is.  His daughter.  His sister.  His best friend.  An entire crew of family and friends who will be devastated by this news, despite how poorly he’s treated them as of late.

…but the one person he wants to tell most – the one person it will affect most, while making no difference at all…he can’t tell her.  He doesn’t know how to tell her.

It wasn’t supposed to be him.

It was never supposed to be him.

…it was never supposed to be her, either, but when it was…how can he be the one going first?  Who will take care of her when he’s gone?  The hospital staff, obviously, but who will care?

The rest of the world moved on.  They all left her behind, too busy with the process of living to bother with someone who couldn’t.  Harmony never knew her.  Resents her most days, he fears, as much as she resents him for getting stuck.  Her own parents had long since passed.  Her friends, her family, had all grown older and had families of their own.

…who was going to love her, when he no longer could?

He had promised for better or worse.  Til death do they part.

He wasn’t supposed to go first.

He wasn’t supposed to abandon her like this.

He had kept his promise, hadn’t he?

…how can he break it now?

So he sits in his car, numb to the world.  He cries.  He thinks of his daughter, old enough now but still too young to be an orphan.  He thinks of his sister and wonders if maybe she’ll be relieved.  He thinks of his gnarled old ma, still raging against the world like its rules had never applied to her.  And then he thinks of Marinette, and then he turns the key.

She’s sleeping when he gets there.  He’s almost grateful for it.  It won’t matter, in the end, because he doubts she’ll understand when he finally does tell her, but he’s not sure he can tell her just yet.  He doesn’t know if he can tell himself just yet.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he still crawls into the bed behind her.  His arms find their way around her, the path familiar even if it hadn’t been walked in too many years.  He holds her close, his face tucked against her hair.  She doesn’t smell right – she hasn’t for years.  There’s a clinical, sterile scent that clings to her these days, but he’s still able to supply her shampoo.  They must have bathed her recently, he thinks absently, because the scent is stronger than it normally is when he presses his face there.  She moves, just slightly, and he stills.

“Lu…” she murmurs, and his heart twists in his chest as she rolls towards him.  Her hands fist in his shirt, one she’s never seen and the old her would probably balk at (he hasn’t worn anything custom – an MDC original – in longer than he can remember), as she presses her forehead against his chest.  Her nose digs almost uncomfortably into his sternum, but there’s something grounding about that.

Familiar.

From the better times.

…who will remember the better times, when he’s gone and she can’t?

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

They were supposed to grow old together.  They were supposed to have an entire house full of little ones – she had always wanted three, but a part of him had wanted more.  She was going to take the fashion world by storm, and his music was going to change the world, and their home would always be full of creativity and passion and…

…who would play for her, when he was gone?

Who would sing her silly little love songs?

Who would sing her her song?

He falls asleep there, holding her close and worrying about a future he never had any control over.  His purview had always been the past, anyway, but there’s no longer anything he can do about that.  There hadn’t been in a long time.  He doesn’t know how long he stays there, but she’s still sleeping when a nurse comes in to check on her later and finds him there.  She gently shakes him awake, her face sympathetic as she reminds him he shouldn’t do that.

“It’ll be worse, M. Couffaine,” she reminds him gently.  “If she woke up before you.  You know…”

“I know,” he says, but he lays there just a moment longer.  Just one more.

Because now he knows he doesn’t have many more left, and he’ll take what little he can get these days.

…who will love her?  Once he’s gone?

[junesfool]

bingpup au bingpup au bingpup au bingpup-

lowkey/highkey likes the uncolored version more

[clownsuu]

Your possessive/obsessive Wally reminds me of the song “Smoke and Mirrors” by Jayn! I think he’d gladly kill someone to have Howdy to himself

Don’t know much obsession/possessive songs, but I do think Mob!Wally would be “the red means I love you”-

as for normal Wally? I feel he’s a lil more “Stalkers Tango” or maybe even a “The tailor shop in Enbizaka” (though it’s a different culture and timeline all together JDHHDHDDHE- vibesl still there)

also Frank screams a lil bit of “my unhealthy obsession”-

cw more obsessive behavior, syringe

Ai adventures with yours truly: day 90- We are not gunna talk about the “uno reverse” arc, or the “tea shop” arc-

[starry-bi-sky]

Who is the more well-adjusted twin; Damian, or Danyal? Why, it's Damian, of course!

And I have an explanation for this! But first I wanna preface this that this is just me like, rambling about this thought I have and it's not an attack on the trope as a whole. I love the Danyal Al Ghul au which is why i'm so deeply passionate about it, because I think it has a lot of potential to be explored. It's no secret that I've mentioned before that I think Danny's psychological development tends to get overlooked and underutilized in DAG aus, and the impact that growing up in an assassin league often goes ignored. This is just me further expanding on that.

Now lets set the stage! This is specifically for Danny who is adopted by the Fentons later down in life. Lets go twin au. At 10 years old, Damian goes to the Wayne Family, Danny is adopted by the Fentons (regardless of their affiliation with the League). By 14 years old, who ends up the better adjusted, more socially aware, spiritually in-tune with themselves, sibling? Why, Damian is! Why is that?

Because he has the actual support he needs compared to Danny. And I'm not talking about good or bad parents Fentons, because either way my opinion doesn't change. Damian would end up the better off twin, because, frankly, his family knows his background. They know he grew up in the League, they know what the League's teachings are, and they know he's a born and raised assassin. Knowing this, they can then help tackle and dismantle the teachings and lessons he has been given and ingrained into by the League. They may be a dysfunctional family, but they're functional enough to at least actively help deprogram all of the League's teachings that have been ingrained in Damian throughout his childhood.

Can't say the same for Danny.

Lets say Fentons here don't know his background -- and even if they do, the results may just stay the same if they play their cards wrong, -- Danny's now just been thrown into the deep end of a pool and is essentially being told sink or swim. Regardless of how he got there -- undercover, faked death, etc -- he has no proper support. He knows the League is meant to be secret, he's not gonna speak on it for various reasons. Whether it be some still lingering loyalty, fear of harm, or whatever. Whatever the reason is, he does not have a proper support system in the Fentons, no matter how nice they are. They can only tackle the surface level stuff and whatever Danny allows them to see -- if Danny ever lets them see it at all. For what do assassins do when they don't want to be caught? They hide. Sometimes in plain sight.

"But Jazz--" Jazz is a child. She is 2 years older than Danyal and no better at giving him a proper support system than the two adult Fenton parents, even with parentification. We don't know when she got into psychology or how long she'd been studying it by the time Danny's 14. We just know she's really into it. Even then, Jazz is not a licensed or reliable therapist, or even an experienced or implied good therapist, and should not be used as one either. It's a disservice to her character to reduce her down to 'supporting female emotional crutch'. Besides, therapy only works on people who want to get better. Danny, who'd be hiding who he really is, has very little incentive to want to, or to even think something is wrong with his way of thinking, even with exposure to the outside world.

When people's beliefs are outright challenged, they tend to double down on them, and Jazz canonically has a habit of psychoanalyzing her family and declaring what she thinks is the problem -- regardless of whether or not she's right about it. Jazz would get into psychology, try and psychoanalyze Danny, and all it would do is cause him to clam up, shut into himself further, and throw up even more walls so that she can't figure out that he has been lying this whole time. It would do more harm than good, and would actively hinder any progress he'd make in trying to open up to them. Roads and good intentions and all that.

That being said, I think Danny's development and dismantling of the League's teachings would be slower than Damian's. Much slower. Because he would be the one having to pick apart everything and figure out what is right, what is wrong, what he wants to keep, and what he wants to toss. Everything he unlearns would be stuff he has to unlearn himself. If he even gets to that point at all -- depending on his experiences, he very well could not change at all, or change very little. The League acts as a purge for humanity, meant to reign in their hubris and retain balance, they just also happen to be assassins for hire. Danny's time spent in Amity Park could as well strengthen his belief in their teachings just as much as it could weaken it, especially if it goes as canon and he gets bullied.

Regardless, being tossed to a civilian family as someone who is very much not a civilian, without any support, would be actively detrimental to Danny's overall mental health and development. Especially to strangers like the Fentons. Damian was closed off and standoffish even with blood family, and it took him time to open up to them -- Danny, with the Fentons, would be even more so. He doesn't know them, he doesn't trust them, he has no rhyme or reason to open up to them, and since the Fentons don't actually know him, they can't help him the way he needs. Once "Danny Fenton" is made, he has even less reason to open up. So long as Danyal allows it, they will only ever know Danny, and they'll never know Danyal.

TL:DR the Fentons aren't the better family option just because they're civilians, and actually that makes them the worser option between the two because they can't give Danny the proper support he needs. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.

[bestjeanistmonster]

Dc au- i may not know how it happens but Eggman does ‘die’ in the suicide squad arc just like Joker Leto before him

And Sonic… does not take this well lmao

It’s not gonna be his last mental breakdown from this point but it’s all necessary for character development i swear

[cupcakeslushie]

Why are Donnie’s pupils always drawn scratchy? (I think it’s very cool) is it connected to his manic-ness and all the mental damage he’s got?

You know at first it’s cause I just liked the look of it to show his feral look, and then I figured it was maybe Draxum’s experiments

but I got this other ask👇 and I’ve decided it’s too funny to not be at least partly canon.

Important revision!!!!

Just the idea of Draxum never caring or even just being so unobservant when it comes to Three’s basic needs lol. He sucks so hard.

Meanwhile once reunited, Splinter notices that all too familiar scrunch on Donnie’s face almost immediately and gives him an old pair of his to try on. Donnies, eyes are too far gone to ever look normal and he hardly remembers to wear them but when he does they help.