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Little Tim being flown around Gotham by Fright Knight for some birdwatching in @haleswallows fic "Incident Report #1: Incision, Right Palm"

[leithlovesyou]

For the single word ask game: liar

what the heck do I do if I can't find anything with that word in it? idk. have an excerpt I guess

Damian frowned. How long had Nightingale been manipulating Father? Just how deep were his claws in his mind? He had to do something. Maybe then Father would allow him to assist with patrol.

[bloggerspam]

💕💕💕 im gonna try to write a lot of fluff this month, hopefully to offset the (fingers crossed) updates to phantom pains and big brother big brother that will inevitably be angsty lmao

Cozytober - Borrowing A Sweatshirt

Ellie, like Danny, isn't really bothered by the cold.

She is a spirit of the wind, a ghost of swift winds and open air and places seen, places to be, places yet to know.

She is no stranger to freezing temperatures, but unlike Danny she is also intimately familiar with the scorching heat—of desert lands and arid concrete, burning tableaus where she can hardly even believe plants can thrive, of hot engines and the smell of searing rubber.

She is cold blooded, she is hot blooded, she is air itself, twisting and turning and roaming and sometimes stagnant and stale.

She floats like that today, in Jazz's apartment, waiting.

It is not in her nature to wait, but she was born waiting for her moment, and she fought her way out of waiting, and she is willing to weather the floaty stasis if only to feel the love and comfort and her only tethers to the earthly world: her family.

Danny will arrive soon, and he will probably indulge her on a flight around town until Jazz gets off from work, but until then:

Waiting.

It is neither cold, nor warm in Jazz's apartment. Outside it is freezing, but she has just come a jaunt through the summers of Africa so her equilibrium is still adjusting.

The heat isn't on, but it's insulated. It would be uncomfortable for Jazz, but it is not for Ellie or Danny.

It is a limbo, and she floats in it, sluggish and sleepy in the quiet.

Two more hours.

Her arms start to rub up and down, she curls into a loose sort of ball, and she spins, slow, in low gravity of her own making.

The dust motes flicker, and suddenly the apartment feels cavernous.

She forces herself to stretch, to fill as much space as she can, twisting and turning and restless.

One hour and 48 more minutes.

She might go crazy.

She twirls, diving towards the kitchen, finding nothing but tofu and vegetables, still uncooked. She's not opposed too tofu and veggies, but she also did not learn how to cook, so she makes the clearly correct decision to not mess about.

Her internal temperature fluctuates, again, and a shiver wracks through her. Hm.

Idea.

She floats up and zooms towards where the guest bedroom is, rummaging for through the drawers, finding mostly Danny's tee shirts and jeans.

There's a purple scrunchie, and a baggy black tee shirt with skulls and roses on it, and an absurdly big pair of shorts with fire patterns all over it, but no…aha!

She pulls out a firetruck red hoodie, shaking out and slipping it on.

It's big on her, but not overly so, so it must not be Dan's or Jazz's. Sam and Danny would never wear such a bright, ketchup-y color, so it must be Tucker's. the fabric is soft and thick, fuzzy on the inside, smooth on the outside. She snuggles into the collar, smelling machine oil and that weird cologne he insists on. Thankfully, it's only a hint, and Ellie's had a couple of years to get used to it, so she sinks into the comfort of it.

Inspecting the hoodie reveals a retro 70s font, wavy and bubbly, that proudly pronounces her "Furry Trash." She snorts, wondering if Sam or Danny got Tucker this hoodie, or if he bought it himself. With Tucker, you never know.

Flipping up the hood reveals it even has some cat ears, and Ellie is tickled absolutely pink as she floats around, spinning and snickering into the soft fabric.

She goes to press the drawer closed, but then something catches her eye.

It's a Gameboy Color, a beat up bright yellow one. It's got a faded wolf sticker on the back, with Tucker's name sloppily written in sharpie. Ellie is delighted that when she boots it up, it still has a green light to denote it's got full battery.

She wasn't alive during this time, but she remembers it through the haze of Danny's memories, and the tangential nostalgia is enough to maker her shut the drawer and move to the living room with her new loot.

Tetris loads up with a series of cheery low quality pings. The speaker must be slightly busted from age.

Tucker's got the top 3 highest scores, followed by Sam and Danny in fourth and fifth respectively.

She smirks, feeling settled and comfy and warm, and decides that maybe it's time she's better at her template at something.

When Danny floats through the floor later, Ellie is cursing up a storm and about to throw something. He laughs at her, at the source of frustration and at her hoodie, until he's blue in the face. She reminds him petulantly that he doesn't actually need to breathe, but graciously goes on that flight with him despite his rudeness anyway.

When Jazz gets home, she gives Ellie a big smile and hug, quirks and eyebrow at the hoodie, but says nothing about it.

This is why she's the favorite.

Ellie works on that high score to the sound of Jazz's soft cheering and Danny's obnoxious jeering, and it's good.

She decides that the hoodie is hers, and the Gameboy will be in her custody until her next visit, much to Danny's amusement. He gives her a bear hug to end all bear hugs, and Jazz gives her a kiss on the cheek, and she's off.

She beats Danny's score two days later, sitting on tippy top of the Taj Mahal. She beats Sam's score hanging off the hour hand of Big Ben the next day.

The Golden Gate Bridge (and Karl the Fog) witnesses her victory over Tucker's second place high score, her shouts of glee echoing over the morning Bay.

She's sitting on the Arc de Triumph when she finally does it, jumping up and down and squealing as she clutches the Gameboy to her chest like a precious trophy.

She loads the portal gun and dives, dropping directly into Tucker's room in the shared apartment he, Sam and Danny live in.

She lands heavily on Tucker's bed, which is unfortunately occupied by the man himself, but he'll get over it, she's light!

"Oof! Wha—Ellie?" The man grumbles, a quick glance telling Ellie it's 2am in the morning. She's surprised he's asleep at this time, but is too elated to really register the thought.

She shoves the Dameboy and the high score screen into Tucker's bleary face the second he has his glasses on.

"I beat it!!" She yells, laughing and joyous.

"What?" Tucker says, rubbing his face and looking again. It takes him a few seconds that last ages, and her yell must have woken the others, because by the time Sam and Danny barge in, Tucker has a soft but wide smile on his face.

"Hell yeah Little D!" He says, and even though he has morning breath she doesn't care because he gives her a big bear hug and Danny and Sam join and it's a big rolling pile of limbs and love and family.

"Bet you can't beat it!" Ellie finally says, in the middle of the sudden cuddle pile and feeling tethered but free, like she always does when she's got another connection to her family.

"You're on!" Tucker challenges, grabbing the Gameboy in one hand and ruffling her hair with the other.

"But first, sleep." Sam admonishes, ever the sensible one. "Ellie, what are you even wearing?"

Sam grabs Ellie by the back of her collar, holding her up effortlessly like a little kitten.

Tucker finally registers his hoodie on her, and promptly bursts into laughter.

Ellie sniffs, but she can't hold her own grin. "It's called fashion, Sam, look it up!"

[haleswallows]

Let's go, let's go, let's goooo! I had so much writing this one about Tim summoning Fright Knight. I hope you all enjoy it too.

Teaser:

Jason ugly-laughs. “Phantom is a gremlin. I watched him eat a pickle, banana and peanut butter sandwich. On wonder bread. I can't respect him.”

“Ghosts eat?” Dick mutters, barely noticeable as Phantom swipes repeatedly at Jason. The air around Fright Knight is exasperated and tired. So a regular thing with these two, Tim decides.

Phantom drapes himself over Jason's shoulders, floating and looking like an oversized cat.

“Can I tell the story? I want to tell the story, you snooze, you lose. Hi, Ghost King. I kept an eye on Jason during his sabbatical from having a heart rate. Lost track of him after the reality in this dimension shifted two inches to the left. Then a very angry Fright Knight brought him to the Keep, I can't disclose the next part because of doctor-patient confidentiality, Jason can share that if he likes. Once he was proper angry and not Pit Mad anymore, I yote him back.”

Tim has a headache. Damian doesn't look much better.

“He leaves out the part that every time he gets bored, he makes a portal and haunts my fridge,” Jason adds in a sour voice, expression matching. 

“All the food in the Keep reanimates and tries to unionize. Plus, you're the best cook I know.” The Ghost King wiggles. “Wait! Can I meet B? Pretty sure I met him for point-three seconds when he was stuck in a colonial timeline. No, can I meet Alfred?”

“Sure,” Tim says right when Jason shouts “fuck no!”

His brother opens his mouth, but Tim smoothly cuts Jason off. “They're going to have to help us home anyways. Our tech is all ghost-fried because Fright Knight went nuclear option. Damian and Dick can't grapnel.”

“I definitely can –.”

“Your shoulder is dislocated again. Pretty sure you can't.”

“Richard!” Damian wakes up a bit more, barking in concern.

“Anyways,” Tim soldiers on. “My nose is broken. Damian definitely needs looked at and possibly IV fluids. And Alfred is going to make angry eye-brows at Dick until he wears a sling. So, I vote Fright Knight calls for Nightmare and we head for the Cave.”

“A very astute solution,” Fright Knight intones when Jason shouts “fuck no!”

[clockwayswrites]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

From @zorilleerrant with "MYTH"

M : Chattel Prod

Made Red Hood hate the man all the more. Made it easy for Red Hood not to regret that duffel bag full of heads.

Y : City Pigeons Bleed Green

“Yes,” Damian agreed after a moment. He continued almost hesitantly. “When I first arrived at the Manor from the League, I woke often from the quiet. In the League, there is always movement with guards changes and the global nature of it. It is also unwise to sleep too soundly there. The act of… fully resting is one that has taken me time to accept. But it is safe here. Father and the others would allow nothing to harm us here.”

T : A Hill to Die On

Tim was not going to blush at being called pretty. He wasn’t. Alright, maybe he was, fuck it. Fuck him.

H : Masked

“He died, N. He died. You can’t change that. And your brother… he needs to be able to come to terms with that. People pretending it didn’t happen or ‘it’s all okay now’ because he’s back won’t help him heal from it. He died and he needs someone who accepts that he did and loves him anyways.”

uuuum idk who's been tagged, but it you'd like-- @haleswallows @belfry-ghost @bloggerspam

Word is: FROG

[travelerpoetry]

!New Hyperfixation!

I've been binge-watching Danny Phantom for a day and I'm obsessed. It is literally soo good and it has started to mix with my DC hyper fixation so now I'm scrolling through the DC x DP hashtag and have been for the past hours scrolling on AO3 for Fanfics

So here are the fanfics I'm currently reading <3 includes Ships!!

'When We're Older' by haleswallows [Relevant tags: Jason Todd/Danny Fenton, Slowburn, 5+1 Things]

Blobs! In Space! by BooBean (NinaBeena) [Relevant tags: Ghost King Danny Fenton, Mild cannibalism (?), Haunted Watchtower, John Constantine, Batman ensemble, Tears in reality]

Red is Hood's Favorite Color by mango_sushi98 for TheRandomSith [Relevant tags: Jason Todd/Jazz Fenton, Ecto-Contaminated | Liminal Jason Todd (Danny Phantom), Ghost Cores (Danny Phantom), Ghost King Danny Fenton, Protective Jazz Fenton, Good Sibling Jazz Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Jazz Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton]

Cow Love by SIRDUCK__o7 [Relevant tags: Halfa | Half-Ghost Damian Wayne (Danny Phantom), Halfa | Half-Ghost Danny Fenton, Ghost Prince Danny Fenton, Obsessive Batfamily Members, Ecto-Contaminated | Liminal Batfamily Members (Danny Phantom and DCU), Bad Parent Maddie Fenton, Good Parent Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom)]

Send by: The Traveler

Addressed to: You my dear reader

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic] Lost My Way (All the Way to You) by @haleswallows

DC x DP: Bruce Wayne/Danny Fenton | Rated: G | Length: 12 mns

Bruce did not think he had a soulmate. At least, he has pondered before the odds he had not met them with all his travels as Bruce Wayne and Batman. The odds seemed incredibly long given that he'd been globe trotting, planet and galaxy trotting, even dimension trotting. It wasn't a painful point. Truthfully, it was more Bruce never gave it much air to be painful, never spent much time contemplating the mark of swirling stars nestled in a crown on his wrist. There was always something else more pressing.

Podded for Hales for the @haunting-heroes-creative-games Anniversary Exchange!! This was such a dream come true of an exchange assignment truly!!

[surelysilly]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

from @haleswallows the word was STEP !!!

S: that which holds the image maintains the sincerest form of flattery (open the door)

dp au, horror

Something about the flippant tone breaks something in Jazz. She whirls on Danny and he startles, blinking, as she closes the scant distance. It’s hot and bubbling, the feeling frothing up within her — it hurdles the good sense, has her grab his shoulders, fingers twisting up in the sleeves of his shirt. Ghosts aren’t real! she wants to scream, but it’s not what she wants to say.

T: roger, zero-g, i feel fine (time burns above my head)

dpxdc, AU post-reality trip (secret wip)

These words don’t feel truthful sometimes. Rote, even, coming from himself. But Danny does love his parents. Of course he does. He wouldn’t say he’s ashamed of them, at least not anymore, but sometimes they’re just. A lot.

E: the light is gone, the light is gone (i don't need a wish with summer in my mind)

dpxdc, corpse au, danny & bruce & everyone

Everything is too much. Everything is on fire. The kitchen is burning — you can’t even boil water? Bruce blinks quickly, fluttering away tears. Danny is too close, yet not close enough, within arms reach and where he can’t get to. “Hey, look, I’m standing on my own two feet here,” Danny says grandly over the echoing hiss and pop, arms spreading much too wide. “Thank you.”

P: giving them these stories to tell (always, i'll care)

dpxdc, au of an au, post-agit, danny & jason

Pain, suffering, fear and confusion and anger. No, he's never going to forget, and he's never going to forgive Bruce either, he doesn't think. Jason rubs lightly at his throat, the rough scar tissue sensitive still to the touch. He probably could have if… if he hadn't— But no, he won't. Small potatoes again compared to what fresh hell this is, though. “No, you don't,” Jason replies. Pot meet kettle, but. “Maybe forgive, if that helps you in any way, but you're allowed to not forget. To remember and remind him forever if you want. And anyone who says you shouldn't is wrong.” “... You're a surprisingly sane serial killer,” Danny says.

*points at you, the viewer* if you write, your word is GONE !

idk anyone to tag be freeeee

[crystalshard]

♫ for One Night Only 🤭

Ooooh, good choice. Thanks for the ask, @haleswallows!

Beginning with the song that gave the fic its name:

One Night Only - Dreamgirls (Disco Version)

I Get Around - Dragonette

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

Say You'll Haunt Me - Stone Sour

What's Left of Me - Nick Lachey

And ending with a couple of my personal favourite Danny/Jason songs.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

When I Grow Up

by haleswallows A string of missing children. Red Robin kept trying to debrief him on it - apparently there's a heap of similar cases across Gotham. All he wants is to find the kids, alive preferably. Human trafficking in the Alley was largely ignored. No one cares if a few poor vestiges of society go missing. Red Hood cares. The Alley is his and he's made this his problem. Which is definitely a higher priority than wasting time, letting tense and uncomfortable silence fill the space between himself and his “family”. ------- Or: King Phantom helps the Batfam solve a series of missing children cases, with a side of helping Jason with his feelings. Words: 6479, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Laughter Lines Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Danny Fenton, Original Female Character(s), Fright Knight (Danny Phantom), Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Faerie shenanigans, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Pre-Slash, is there a tag for 'primal fear to friends to flirting'?, violent therapy, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Timeline What Timeline via https://ift.tt/8zqXa0T

[haleswallows]

Uwu what's this? A totally random smutty one-shot that I wrote instead of working on my multiple WIPs?

Enjoy!

Teaser:

Something boils under Jason's skin. He feels half-mad with it. Restless and on edge, he loops around Crime Alley for the upteenth time, head on a swivel. Sticky summer night air whips past as he grapnels but it does nothing to soothe him. Jason only feels more feverish in his wild hunt.

He doesn't even know what he's hunting for.

All Jason knows is something feels wrong. Like the bad feeling before an accident, or an Arkham Asylum breakout. That anxious feeling before Jason springs into action.

He drops into an alley, boots heavy and stands from the crouch. Then freezes.

The creature is… ethereal. That's the only word Jason can think of. Glowing softly, hair pure white and floating around its head. It appears male, lithe and muscled with a swimmer's build. And even though it floats, Jason can tell he has a good head and shoulders over it, maybe more if it puts its feet on the ground.

It whips around at the sound of his boots on the alleyway’s ground. And for a moment, Jason's pinned by its bright green eyes. Not Lazarus Water green, but close. Cleaner, brighter. And framed by white eyelashes. It tracks him closely as he approaches.

It’s otherworldly and beautiful, like a glimpse of the Milky Way. Jason is entranced, drawn in, like a moth to a flame.

Then it opens its mouth.

“Hi, hello! Woah, you are way bigger in person. Like way bigger. Impressive, hot and yet terrifying. Big fan, bee-tee-dubs.” There’s an echoing quality to its voice that sends a thrill through Jason. It tilts its head as he nears and gestures to itself. “Nice to meet you, I’m Phantom. Danny Phantom, he/him.”

[lavenderek]

@haleswallows thats an unused sketch youre not haunting yourself

[sonickitty]

haleswallows replied to your post “haleswallows replied to your photo “@rainywednesdays TRUTH. The...”

for me, its the stomach aches. its so hard to eat when i feel nauseous everyday. the shakes at least give me enough nutrients that i can keep up my biking hobby.

though, i've never thought of freezing the extra and popsicles. great idea!

The cold might help with the nausea, too! I’ve had luck with that, and I know my sibling does ice pops for their nausea. I sometimes go thru phases where I’m just inexplicably nauseous and my body just Won’t swallow a food of any kind. But drinking food usually gets a pass, and if it’s frozen I have to eat it really slowly, so that sometimes helps, too. 

[kingcrow01]

Awe heyyy Euphoria! I remember I got tagged in the original or one of the others a couple of months ago and then had tagged you, so this is the circle of life. Or something. Shut up, I'm being poetic. TLDR, a lot of my answers will be the same.

Current obsession: Superheroes

Last song i listened to: Why Does My Heart Feel so Bad by Moby

Currently watching: Again, not a TV show person, so the movies I have from the library are The Salt of the Earth, Aliens, and The Triplets of Belleville

Sweet, spicy or savory: Sweet. If you get between me and an ice-cream cake you're gonna find yourself missing an arm.

Favorite color: A strong red

Last thing I googled: According to my calculations... Alfred Pennyworth's fandom page

Current read: Moon Knight 1980 and Sandman Vol. 6

@starry-bi-sky you tagged me last time but if you want to have a go again, be my guest

@wyxan @gummieturtle @bamboozled-and-alone @haleswallows @ghostie-doodles

the original post is long as fuck so i decided to make this one lol.

♯┆nine people i'd like to know better .ᐟ ★ tagged by. @inkyray ! thank you for the tag sweetheart

★ last song listened to. ptolemaea- ethel cain

★ favourite colour. black, white & red

★ currently watching. the boys season 4

★ sweet, spicy, savoury. i prefer sour over any of these buttt if i had to choose, sweet.

★ relationship status. single & not interested

★ current obsession. drew starkey/rafe cameron (its been months send help)

★ currently reading. does smut count lol

★ last thing i googled. i was checking for a deliveryyy

no pressure tags. (bro i do not know nine people what) @mattscoquette @soupuurr @gamermattsgf

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Between a Rock &amp; a Dragon's Egg

by haleswallows A new High Chief, unknown and a mystery despite all attempts to gather information. A fearsome person. No knight or warrior or mage had been more than an inconvenience to Pariah Dark in battle. It raised only more questions who Phantom could be. Timothy Drake-Wayne, third prince of Gotham, refuses to let the peace talks fail, even if that means sacrificing himself. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ High Chief Phantom freed the Infinite Lands from Pariah Dark’s tyrannical rule. He broke the thrall on the dragons, ended the war. But now a wasting disease plagues the dragons, and his people are suffering from the fallout of the War. Desperate for a solution, Phantom just wants peace. Somehow, Danny Phantom gets more than he bargained for. Words: 6678, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DC Extended Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Dan Phantom, Valerie Gray, Dorathea "Dora" (Danny Phantom), Fright Knight (Danny Phantom), Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Diana (Wonder Woman), J'onn J'onzz, Duke Thomas, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Batfamily Members (DCU), Original Characters, Vlad Masters, a good smattering of characters from both DC and DP but not major idk there's lots of people in this Relationships: Tim Drake/Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Dan Phantom & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Tim Drake & Valerie Gray Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Alternate Universe - Magic, Soul Bond, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Political Marriage, Alternate Universe - No Powers, No Heroes, POV Multiple via https://ift.tt/p8qJ1ZV

[dobranocka]

haleswallows replied to your post: Don’t you sometimes like… miss the times the...

HARD SAME. I really miss the distinction cannon space and fandom space.

Yes! Also the distinction between like “oh yeah, I enjoy this in fanworks and think it’s interesting” and “I want this to be canon and creators are stupid for not doing this”.

I mean, it makes me very uncomfortable to see creators talking about fandom, because I don’t think fannish expression is necessarily meant for them, I think it may make them uncomfortable or defensive, and I think it exposes the fandom to a wider public even when it’s not intended - so that’s one can of worms.

But I feel like it also changes the fandom culture, especially around the fanfiction, fanarts and other fanworks. I’m glad people are generally more accepting of slash and so on, and it’s honestly great! But like, maybe we should remember the transformative part of transformative fanworks - and sometimes I feel like people are so obsessed with fixing canon and convincing everyone that their ship is totally canon that they forget that, hey, no, it isn’t and that’s fine too.