#his brother is q

[rosereign]

[flamingpudding]

Triple Identity Crisis

Danny had a problem. If it was a big one, he couldn't tell yet but he was partially sure Clockwork was at fault for this. Or at least he wanted to blame his ghostly godparent who most likely just wanted to cause some chaos for entertainment with the pretext of helping Danny. Which was a very likely reason for why Danny had a problem right now.

As it was the former Fenton now Fenton-Wayne boy was pacing his room in the Manor trying to think what is next step should be, because as it was his 'new' family –Did new still apply if he was living with them for a little more than a year now? – knew him under three different Identities now. And to top it all off they were not aware that the three identities were all pretty much connected as one.

For one. His family, knew him as Danny, the space obsessed kid, who became a meta because of his ectobiology science obsessed parents and his teenager recklessness. A kid that was actually a genius if you gave him enough time for school and could make you anything out of a ancients be damed toaster. That was the Danny they mainly knew. The Kid they took in, let in on the family business and then chose, to the happiness of Alfred and dismay of some of his 'new' siblings, normal life over vigilante life.

Then they knew Phantom. A dead ghost hero that was helping the Justice League and Young Justice to help them deal with the aftermath of the huge fallout caused by the GIW, Guys in White or rather Ghost Investigation Ward. And while Danny didn't know he had apparently worked with nearly his entire family and that time he knew it now. Which was awkward because he had pretty much pestered one of his elder brothers about his condition until Red Hood, aka Jason, let Phantom help him. Ancient, things might get awkward if that secret is lifted. He had done a lot of things Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan and Robin had scowled him for. Thankfully they only thought of him as a dead teen hero and didn't know what a Halfa was. So they didn't make the connection, and he had yet to meet Signal, aka Duke as Phantom.

Now came the third identity, which totally did not happen by his choice. After all officially he hadn't accepted the throne yet and would only get it once he was dead dead not half dead. To bad ancient texts don't care about formalities. So when trouble hit the fan really hard the Justice League Dark had the bright Idea of getting some other worldly help. Which in other words was summoning the Ghost King. Oh boy, was it fun to learn that way that Danny could get summoned against his will. Clockwork did not give him that warning when he told him about the future of his afterlife. But best of all? Oh he doesn't get summoned as Phantom which would have made things maybe a bit easier, oh no. Life wasn't easy. He got someone's in some as a super weird black-green mass of a formless eltrich body with sharp teeth, claws and glowing green eyes with no pupils or irises. Hell Danny even scared himself when he saw his own reflection in a window and he didn't have a single idea how to change his form.

Let it be known that Danny acted then on purpose like he didn't know a single person in that room he had been summoned in right out of his bed and that he wasn't staring at his adoptive father like he needed help who interpreted his stare as the ghost king sizing him up. And Danny knows this because Dick had a good laugh about that at the dinner table with the rest of his siblings.

Now a smart person would probably come clean to his family and explain to them the three identities they knew him under and how they are connected.

To bad Danny wasn't 'smart' when it came to things like that. No in his panic and newfound awkwardness of the situation of what he had done on separate occasions with his identity as Phantom AND Ghost King, he decided to keep acting like he didn't knew them personally like the truely does. Really how hard could that be? Besides he liked the way his family treated him now. He didn't want to get treated differently because he was half dead, or a Ghost King. He liked that his family was treating him as plain old Danny who had an obsession with space and was their quirkily little brother with powers.

So that gave him even more incentive to keep the act up. Even if it was hard at times, especially if he got summoned out of nowhere. It would be easier if he could get a hang of the duplication power. He even had played with the thought of getting one of his ghost rogues to help but his family was perceptive. Maybe not perceptive enough to realise that all three identities were one and the same person but they would notice if Danny acted just slightly different or if Phantom was more of then usually. But somehow he still managed to keep it up.

But it was the hard way that he learned, Danny was bad at doing the 'talking' and realized that maybe Jazz was right and he was going to slip up one day causing huge misunderstandings like right now.

He stared down at Batman and Nightwing in his Ghost King form. Red Hood had his guns pulled on him, Wonder Woman and Superman looked like they where going to try to pull back Batman any second now while Nightwing, maybe at first was going to try to calm down the bat but Danny was pretty sure the eldest bat kid was now fiercely glaring at him too. He was also pretty sure the only reason he didn't see Red Robin or Robin threaten him too was because their super friends were somehow holding them back. For their own or his safety he doesn't know at the moment.

Because apparently the Bats did not fear fighting otherworldly beings to protect one of their own.

"What did you just say about Danny Fentons death?!" Batman grunted out and Danny just knew his adoptive father was glaring at him. Ancients Danny cursed his brain to mouth filter right now. As he had the collective hero scene before him staring at his Ghost King form. Would this be a good or bad moment to come completely clean or maybe he should find some kind of philosophical bullshit of 'All things death belong to him'....

[mikaikaika]

Can't wait for Missa to come home to a deranged sugar baby trying to kidnap his husband, an adopted rockstar son, a new granddaughter to take care of, Quackity trying to live in their backyard to steal said granddaughter and the entirety of their lawn being turned into a giant ass potato farm.

[indieyuugure]

*rise!Raph movie flashbacks* INDIE IT'S ONLY CHAPTER THREE WHAT THE HECK!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

lol

Oh it only goes downhill from here! (Well there’s some funny episodes too of course)

Chapter 3 is just the beginning of the angst! Wait till we start getting to the end of the book!

[dirtytransmasc]

I refuse to go into more detail, but, I will no longer hold my tongue. my biggest gripe with this fandom is the way a majority of it erases Lo'ak's actual trauma and struggles (with his identity, his father/family, his clan, etc), and essentially gives him Spider's traumas/struggles in some idealized form (whether for over the top and oversimplified "hurt/comfort" scenarios, or max woobification), while absolutely dragging and/or ignoring Spider's entire character and the realistic depictions of those traumas and what that does to a kid.

like I can't exactly put words to it or go into a deep analytical post, but I've been thinking about it, and some other stuff I've seen online have been making me think about it.

stop doing a disservice to both of my boys. they both have such interesting and complex stories and you're ruining it!!!

[qcomicsy]

I'm so normal about them.

[aesthetic-gem]

imagine being a one month old baby that’s also an egg and that looks like this

and your rich and nice but weird tio and his kid that you’ve only gotten to meet a few times take you to their evil looking lair under their house where they keep a prisoner suspended over lava and it looks like this

[planetsano]

thoughts on sae itoshi ??😝😈

my thoughts on sae itoshi..

I think in order to be in a relationship with this man, it’d have to be something like childhood friends to lovers or— actually? enemies to lovers. there would absolutely have to be some sort of pre existing relationship between you two that’s fueled with intense emotion, whether it be good or bad.

i think sae would be a good boyfriend but in his own way. he’s not particularly lovey dovey (I do think he hates pda) but he expresses his love for you in other ways like gift giving and acts of service. he’s very cold and he’s self aware enough to understand that so he makes an attempt at being more approachable like suggesting quality time with you.

as far as sex goes.. sae is relatively vanilla but he’s extremely sensual. his demeanor doesn’t change at all which makes his dirty talk make you behave like a little schoolgirl who’s been cornered by her crush. he asks questions: “how does this feel?” “do you like this?” “why aren’t you looking at me?” “you’re this close.. already?”

i also think that sae is the equivalent to a pillow prince. he’s really lazy? doesn’t like to do much of the work. he’d rather you ride him into oblivion and make him cum like that while he watches you— playing with your chest.. between your legs, holding your hips. things like that!

its not that he doesn’t like giving oral either, its just? does he have the energy to do it today? but sae itsoshi between a pair of thighs is a sight to see, really. dead eyes looking up at you— all teal and pretty.

[mopillow]

Not for long Q, not for long

[momojedi]

Hunter: So Cross, what are you most looking for in a person?

Crosshair: Money.

Hunter, sighing: No, I mean, what do you need from someone?

Crosshair: Their banking information.

Hunter:

[dream-launch]

mhen in his room listening to min and q's heart to heart acknowledging their feelings for eachother:

[brie-draws]

OC-Tober Day 18: OCs who don't get along

Annabelle is not the biggest fan of her little brother Edgar and has consistently been attacking him since they were children. It is usually because he is busy causing mischief that pisses her off.

[tubchunk]

had the angstiest fucking thought

what if creation calls the eggs "shells" and "small little shells" and only has descriptions of their appearances registered, because he is a creation of a future q!tubbo who figures out time travel, and travels through time, but something terrible happens to the eggs and no one is able to stop it, so he builds this thing to go back in time and try and protect the eggs in whatever way it can, but when having to input any kind of specimen or biological data to program creation to protect the eggs.... it only has shells.... and verbal descriptions.....

[sadtrashking]

since we're talking about people pushing paternal dynamics onto tubbo. I don't think there really is a character who would fit into a paternal role for him, literally no one. If you try to force it you're only gonna make whoever you throw into the parent role an asshole because at some point every island resident has been an asshole to him. Also, you have the issue that most of the people you throw him with he has flirted with. A few examples are him, fit and pac constantly flirting and him giving pac a lap dance on the first day, all of the jokes about bad filling his hole, and hell piere literally asked to have sex with him once.

Of course, the character you see this most with is Phil. And while they consider each other family it would be fucking depressing to make phil his dad because phil often treats him like shit, looks down on him, and treats him very condescendingly at this point. Pre purgatory it was less obvious but since then and frankly since the eggs went missing while caring for each other phil often stands in opposition to tubbo and only praises or speaks positively about him when he's not around. I could see it as a one-sided relationship but it only kind of works if only tubbo sees him as a guardian and phil doesn't see him as more than a kid with destructive toys.

Also circling back around fitpac are poor choices to make tubbo's parents please the three of them have made many sexual jokes and comments to each other. Plus fit can be pretty brazen and cold to tubbo even hitting and knocking him down which are actions he would never do to his son so once more it makes a character way more cruel and a asshole.

Not to mention how much of this is grounded in ableism that as someone with dyslexia and adhd it's very infantilizing

[cyncerity]

decided that the best way to get myself out of writers block was to write short things that expanded on stories i’d already written so that’s what i did

anyway take this little thing for the Store Shifter au; this takes place almost immediately after the Sapnap & Bbh Hawk Incident™ (this but it does have v*re), so it takes place years before the main story and Sap and Q are still teens at this point.

btw it’s angst again i’m not sorry i’m not letting Sapnap catch a break in this au

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���We need to go” was all Sapnap had been repeating for the past half an hour, and Quackity was mildly really fucking tired of it. “Slow the fuck down. Explain. What the fuck happened.” He grabbed Sapnap’s arm, stopping the boy’s tirade through his bedroom as he threw Quackity’s various clothes and items into the largest bag he owned. And this seemingly wasn’t the first time he’d done this, as he had entered Q’s home holding a massive pack of his own things. “We were thinking about moving, right? No better time than the present, so let’s go.” “Sap, Karls not even here.” “We’ll let him know when he gets back.”

“Sapnap, stop.” He pleaded, grabbing his boyfriend harshly, forcing him to drop the now overflowing pack he was holding. He wouldn’t look Quackity in the eyes. “What brought this on? Why so sudden, talk to me!” He nearly shouted. Sapnap didn’t answer, but took a few moments before he sucked in a breath and lifted his head.

Quackity found people easy to read, Sapnap especially. They’d been friends for so long, even lovers at this point, and Sapnap had always worn his heart proudly on his sleeve.

Which made the fact that he couldn’t quite read the expression painting his boyfriend’s face as worrisome as it was heartbreaking.

He was tired and stressed, the deep bags that had seemingly formed overnight staining his already permanently bruised face, and that near constant fire in his eyes seeming to have been smoldered. But beyond that, there was…well, Quackity didn’t quite know what to call it. Hatred, guilt, exhaustion, all things that he had seen on any face but his Sapnap’s. He couldn’t even be sure that’s what it was, but something was wrong. And it wasn’t even just his expression. His downcast eyes, the was his hands minutely shook, the soft and unsure way he spoke, and the reluctance to look in any sort of reflective surface had all been things he’s noticed when Sapnap had come in his room. Every single one of these things was so uncharacteristic of Sapnap that he had half a mind to drag him down to Sam to talk since he knew he wouldn’t be able to fix whatever had done this alone.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because of the one last thing on his face, the part of his expression that would plague Quackity’s mind for years after as he tried to figure out what could have happened to the boy he loved so much.

Fear.

Sapnap was afraid. Afraid of what, he couldn’t say, but he saw the way the fear blocked the light from his eyes and knew he couldn’t convince someone that afraid to do anything logical.

Q sighed and took the bag that Sapnap had dropped, beginning to take the items out and fold and organize them neatly. “Go tell my dad and sis we’re leaving. I’ll go say goodbye to them when i’m finished.” He said calmly, and pretended not to feel even more lost when Sapnap’s whole frame relaxed. “Thank you.” He practically whimpered, tears clear in his voice. “Thank you, Q, thank you so much.”

Q swiped a few stray tears from his own cheeks as Sapnap sprinted from his room. It hurt, knowing he was leaving his family and community with such short notice, he wouldn’t deny that. But more so, it hurt seeing his boyfriend in so much pain, and it hurt worse knowing that he wasn’t privy to what even caused it. But whatever it was, whatever caused the fear he saw, he’d travel for the rest of his life to get away from it if it brought the joy back to Sapnap’s eyes. He’d do anything to avoid whatever caused that unexplainable, hollowing look in the boy he loved.

He just hopes that one day Sapnap will tell him what exactly to avoid.

[vqlisms]

i can’t stop thinking about how xavier and alan are going to wake up in their hideout alone. alan stitched back together, xavier torn apart. no answers, no apologies, no anger. xavier is going to ask anyone he knows if they’ve seen a girl with long black hair and purple eyes. alan is going to run about the city after shadows in the corners of his eyes. xavier is going to call and search for any news and beat himself up over injuries he can’t remember receiving. alan is going to wince over incisions that he’s never experienced before. and there’s going to be nothing to show for it. they’re going to exhaust every option they have and there’s going to be nothing to show for it, because it was handled. it was all handled.

sorry edit to add more: don’t think about how despite their differences in ideologies xavier would call will in a fit of desperation because william is the detective, william has contacts that they as vigilantes don’t, william must be able to find something. and william is going to have to listen as xavier asks and begs and pleads for any insight, anything, anything that could explain their sudden injuries and their missing friend, and william is going to have to make a decision. william is going to have to tell xavier that they handled it. that they were no better than their brothers lackeys that alan slaughtered. that they were given the order and they obeyed like a dog. there will be nothing to justify, anymore. because the victims don’t remember and william has killed someone who entrusted them with her name and they handled it perfectly. and what left will there be but for xavier to put them down like the dog that they’ve become.