#kitkat 4772

[pocketramblr]

New here

Beauty AU: is Katsuki immune to the allure thing or does he already know and just hates Izuku so much that this allure thing cancels it out and exhausts him due to his conflicted emotions?

Katsuki was already immune due to his utter lack of every kind of attraction, which meant that he was neutral about the "new kid" everyone at Aldera was freaking out about the last couple weeks of school, but then on realizing that kid is Izuku and that everyone else keeps reacting the same now, he's so upset it tips him back out of neutral into negative.

[ask-fgod]

Blue, quick! Go help Error while Dream’s distracted!

[the-haiku-bot]

There are a million

uses for Soup Time and I

can’t wait to see more.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

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Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

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Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

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Just an Idea

[the-b1ah]

Part 5 of You can’t bench me!

I don’t want to procrastinate but the parasites in me want to procrastinate.

Y’all are not ready for the next update…im not ready for the next update… my art skill gives me far too much power…

Also shout out to @kitkat-4772 for guessing correctly in the last post!! Remember to keep your silence about the next update or else :)

Context:

Spoiler,Red Robin, and Robin are all thinking of every single time they snuck out to fight crime, got caught, and were lectured within an inch of their lives. They all expect Phantom to experience their pain. Robin thinks Phantom is a dumbass for not just lying about the project being done. Batman is soooooo ready to have one of his kids experience the torment of trying to get an overly competent vigilante child to do anything they don’t want to, especially not to parole for the night. Let one of little terrors see how hard it is to parent and get a taste of their own medicine.

But Surprise! Red Hood is pretty good at this parenting thing, the peanut gallery is in utter shock.

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Phantom: *in tears* can I get sprinkles too?

Red Hood: anything you want starshine, I know you’re trying your best and just need a break

Batkids: how come WE never got ice cream?????(or sorbet for the vegan )

Batman:*deep sigh*

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Batman: i’m not getting a good grade in parenting. Something that is normal to want and possible to achieve

Red Hood: As always i’m a straight A student

Masterlist! | Origin | part 4 | part 6

[demonic0angel]

The first chapter of Ghost Games is out!

Tags (I couldn't tag some of you T-T): @kiracandephoenix, @emergentpanda-blog, @hilariousseagoat, @starlightcat04, @krzys2000, @samaraistop, @cat-in-a-fedora, @tkiesai, @lordfirecat2004, @kitkat-4772, @mad-hatter5709, @tired-0f-1ife, @fuyuthefoxwriter, @hellodimond, @cosmicentity27

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He opened his eyes to green. Startling, he sat up straight in his seat.

He looked down at himself, turning his limbs this way and that. He was wearing a black and white tracksuit and he was sitting alone on a row next to the window. Outside was complete and utter darkness. Instinctively, he knew that he should be careful and so he cautiously turned his head to look around.

He was sitting in a bus, one that was filled with creatures and monsters and people. Most of the seats were filled, but it wasn't too packed. Behind him, there were two normal-looking people. He didn't know what was exactly normal, but his subconscious seemed to know.

One of them was a boy with a green mask, wearing an outfit that was red, yellow, green, and black. His hair was black and he was charming, looking barely 14 years old. The person sitting next to him was a pretty teenage girl with long red hair, a turquoise headband with pants the same color and a black turtleneck.

She was awake and she was also staring at him with blue green eyes.

"Hello," she said cautiously.

He couldn't help but smile. "Hello. What's your name?"

She stared at him unabashedly, her expression was surprisingly gentle. "I don't know. You?"

"Same." She was familiar to him in a good way. He knew instinctually, that she was annoying and occasionally a nuisance but also the one person he could trust without hesitation. It was a strange feeling, like he loved her but he didn't know why.

"Do you know why we're here?" She asked and he shook his head. She sighed, closing her eyes to lean back against her seat. Then she opened her eyes again and said, "I can't remember anything. This... this situation isn't normal at all."

He shrugged again. A few moments later, the boy sitting next to the girl stirred and woke up. His eyes were covered with his mask, but he could tell that the boy was looking around at everything with a sharp gaze.

"Hello." He took the lead in introducing himself as he noticed the girl's shyness.

The boy paused, staring at him with wide white eyes. "... hello. My name is Robin."

Surprise filled him. "Robin? You know your name?"

"... I suppose so. You don't?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "The two of us don't remember anything. Do you know what's going on?"

The boy shook his head and he looked honest as he said, "No, I don't know anything. All I remember is that I was called Robin."

He couldn't help but grin. "Mind if we borrow the theme?"

Robin blinked and shook his head.

Before he could say anything, the girl brought out her hand for a handshake. "Then call me Nightingale."

He blinked and swallowed back the word on his tongue. "Call me Sparrow."

Robin smiled.

Before they could ask each other more questions for information, the speakers overhead crackled and the bus began to slow. The driver got off of his seat and turned around to gave the passengers.

Nightingale gasped when she saw him.

Half of his face had melted into a fleshy pulp while the other half had completely rotted off to show off a shiny skull. He was wearing a neat green uniform as he spoke, his voice echoing eerily, "Welcome, passengers, to the Night Bus. All you need to know is that you will be connected to a system which will tell you everything you need. Complete the scenario and survive. If you accomplish this...." His messed up face pulled and twisted into something like a mockery of a smile. "Maybe good things will come your way."

In that moment, a screen popped up in Sparrow's vision.

It was light green and semi-translucent, like a video game pop up.

It read:

[Welcome! Thank you for choosing to participate in the Nightmare Games! To earn a wish, complete scenarios! Earn cards to help you, unlock different paths and endings, and make parties! The system will be here to provide information for scenarios and keep track of you and your things. Good luck!]

"Party?" Sparrow said aloud in surprise and Robin, from behind him, voiced his confusion.

Sparrow felt a bit silly for knowing what it meant while Nightingale and Robin looked distinctly confused. "It's like... when you make friends in a game, you can make a party together." He turned back around to investigate his system notification, but it only seemed to be there as a message and nothing else.

Nightingale tapped on his shoulders and when he turned to her, she was looking at him with bright eyes. "How do we do that?"

Sparrow smiled awkwardly. "No clue."

She sighed then, dejected, but didn't say anything as their systems rang with more notifications.

[The next scenario will now begin. Uploading information...

East High School

Objective: Survive for a week within the school while uncovering the urban legend.

You will be given the role of a 'student'.

As a newcomer, here is a hint: At 12-3 AM is when it is most dangerous.]

The bus stopped and the passengers growled and hissed at each other, trying to leave. Robin went ahead and Sparrow quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind. Nightingale hesitated only for a moment before following.

Sparrow asked them if they got the same hint and they all nodded. Looking around at everyone else, the three of them were conspicuous. Nightingale was taller than them both, but even she couldn't offset the fact that they were the only children in the group. A creature with a wolf for a head sneered at them.

"I wonder how the three of you got here," he said it like he was deliberately provoking them.

Robin and Sparrow bristled, but only Robin quickly calmed.

Sparrow raised an eyebrow and snarked, "I could say the same to you, furball."

He had a faint feeling of deja vu like he should've been speaking another language to this wolf person, but he quickly brushed it off. His memories were all gone, so these feelings were only irritating to him.

The wolf guy growled at him, and a person with blue skin quickly pulled him back. "Don't argue with a kid." With that, they walked away.

Sparrow was furious at the thought of being underestimated, especially so because their tone was blatantly mocking. He was almost about to run after them and start yelling when Nightingale curled her hands around his shoulders and said, "Don't make a fuss."

Sparrow, despite feeling like she was irritating, obediently listened to her. Robin patted him on the back in comfort.

The passengers all left the bus in an disorganized manner. Around them were several more buses, filled with creatures and humans and other things. They were all likely players as well.

Sparrow tried his best to count them and only reached 30 before he gave up. The school in front of them was large, enormously so, and it say on top of a large barren hill. There were concrete sidewalks all around, but the high school looked oddly alone and creepy. The sky was a dark gray, covered with heavy clouds and the wind blew against them, stinging with its chill.

There was a sharply dressed woman who was waiting for them in front of the school.

"Students!" She said sharply. "You're late!" She beckoned them with a clawed finger. "Come, follow me."

They all did so. As they trekked up the hill, one of the bus passengers approached the woman with a flattering smile.

"Hello, Miss. Could I ask—"

"You will call me Madam." She interrupted curtly. Looking closer at her, she had deep bags underneath her eyes and sunken in features. "I am the principal of East High School. As students, you will respect authority." Then she went on to ramble about the rules of the school. Both Robin and Nightingale looked like they were listening properly to her long winded spiel, so Sparrow let his mind wander as he silently observed the other bus passengers.

Was this some sort of game? The system seemed to imply that it was, but Sparrow felt like he couldn't be too careful. The feeling of knowing but not knowing made his emotions a storm. The paranoia and danger he felt in an unknown situation twisted with trust in himself and strangely enough, his two companions. The familiarity as well as the strangeness of the situation created a confusing concoction.

They all continued to follow the principal as she led them around the school. It looked as though it used to be this beautiful and amazing institution but now it looked desolate and strange. They hardly saw any teachers or students as they walked around.

The school itself was an oddly built place. The facilities were out of reach for many of the students. For example, the football field was a drivable distance away, and the fine arts building was built across the parking lot. But who was Sparrow to judge?

He didn't even have memories.

The tour ended at the dormitories, which was located right next to the cafeteria but was only attached to half of the classrooms. The other half was still some distance away. The entire thing was very inconvenient.

"What a weirdly built school," Robin said aloud.

"You think so too?" Sparrow asked, as Robin nodded.

The principal beckoned to the bus passengers and said, "Ladies, over here!"

Nightingale looked at them for a moment before she stepped forward with a few more people. The assortment of females left with the principal, leaving the males behind in a cluster. Sparrow noticed the people around them looking at him and Robin with sharp eyes, as if they were about to bite into them the moment they lowered their guard.

"Uhm," Sparrow started, pinching Robin's sleeve to get his attention. Robin glanced at him through the white lenses of his mask. "Do you wanna room together?"

Robin smiled. "Sure. Let's go pick out a room."

They quickly left and found a small room to themselves before locking the door and then picking a bed. The room they were inside was very small, with two beds on either side of the wall and a window in the middle. Two desks and cabinets were placed on opposite sides of the room and two doors, one for a small closet and a bathroom attached.

Sparrow collapsed on top of his bed, but Robin didn't touch his yet. Instead, he was looking around the room and inspecting everything.

"What are you looking for?" Sparrow asked.

"Clues," Robin answered as he rifled through the empty cabinets next to the beds. "We have to find out what the urban legend is to get out, remember?"

Sparrow got off the bed and nodded, swiftly picking up his mattress to look underneath it. Together, the two of them scoured the entire room but didn't find anything. Sparrow scratched his head and said, "Maybe the urban legend isn't about the dorms? Should we look at the library?"

Robin nodded. "Good idea, Sparrow. But... it's becoming dark out and the curfew is 7." They both turned to the single window outside that barely showed the darkening horizon and then at the clock on the wall, which had two hands that were nearing 7 o'clock.

Sparrow clicked his tongue and then said, "Why don't we just sneak out?"

Robin eyed him. "You weren't listening at all to the principal, were you?"

Sparrow avoided his sharp gaze. "... no."

Robin sighed but didn't sound angry. "We can't act rashly. Her words seemed to imply that as long as we don't get caught, we'll be fine but..." Robin hesitated. "I... I don't know what could happen. I don't have any memories and this is something I have never experienced before. I think. So it's better to just listen for now and find out the limits of what we can do in the morning."

It seemed as though the lack of memories made him more unsure of everything, but Sparrow could tell that he was experienced. His demeanor and attitude was calm and professional. Compared to Sparrow's go-with-the-flow plan of everything, Robin seemed more put together and mature than him.

But because of that, Sparrow also hesitated. "... okay. Then let's spend a night here and see what happens tomorrow? Maybe we can talk to Nightingale or something? Since she's in the girls' dorm?"

Robin nodded again. "Let's do that." They found uniforms in the closets and toothbrushes in the bathroom that was attached to their room.

Sparrow stared at his reflection within the bathroom. His face was young, and his eyebrows were black, contrasting with his silvery white hair. His eyes glowed green and he looked a little inhuman. Soft freckles lit up like stars when he tilted his face.

He was like some strange star given human form.

He didn't hate it, but he definitely knew that he wasn't normal. When he opened his mouth, he even had fangs.

"Are you done?" Robin called from behind the bathroom door and Sparrow hurriedly went to brush his teeth.

The two of them prepared for bed in relative silence and went to bed. Sparrow found it odd and funny that Robin still wore his mask to sleep but he didn't mention it as they both laid there.

As Sparrow laid on his bed in the darkness, everything was much too quiet and the reality of his situation hadn't quite set in yet. He still felt dazed and confused. He was also filled with the urge to find someone to hug and get comfort from.

"Robin?" He asked.

There was a soft hum of acknowledgment from the other bed.

"..." he didn't know what to say. He just felt anxious, like he needed to say something.

Robin then made a shushing noise. "Just sleep. I'll protect you if anything happens, okay?"

Sparrow's heart felt a little sore. They didn't even know each other.

"Me too." Sparrow said. Then softer, he said, "Thanks."

"Of course. I'm Robin after all."

That seemed to have mean something, but Sparrow didn't know what. What did robins have to do with anything?

Still, as if his name held some sort of magic when said aloud, Sparrow's eyes began to drift close. Finally, he fell asleep into a deep sleep.

At least, that was until he woke up with the sound of a shrill, mournful wail of a man.

Both he and Robin snapped their eyes open and sat up. They took one look at each other through the darkness before they scrambled out of bed.

Just what was going on?

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*looks at my other fics and chuckles awkwardly* I make no promises to finish this. If there are any questions, feel free to ask!

This fic is inspired by this AU.

Thank you to my beta @meditating-cat! I seriously appreciate it!

[autistic-flirting]

Autistic flirt: *gives you a dandelion they found on their way home*

[halfagone]

@kitkat-4772 dw! It was an intentional decision. The fic will reappear when it's ready 😊👍

I've seen a lot of fics disappear from my bookmarks, some 10+ years old, because they were added to an unrevealed collection. It makes me wonder if people realize what your fic being added to a collection actually means and if the authors approved it automatically without realizing what would happen.

If someone adds your fic to their collection, they can hide it! They can mark the collection as unrevealed and your fic will be unreadable to anyone other than them! If you're writing works for a surprise event, like a Secret Santa, this is really nice.

But if you're just writing and someone adds your fic to a collection for their own personal use and marks it as unrevealed, that. . . really sucks.

I bookmarked this fic in 2017, almost 5 years ago. Knowing me, the fic itself was probably at least a couple years old at the time I bookmarked it.

This is a 5+ year old fic that is completely inaccessible now because it was added to a collection that, as far as I can tell, is literally just for the collection owner's own reference. There's almost 30 fics in the collection, all of them unrevealed.

Please don't blindly accept collection requests and if your works ARE in a collection, make sure that they aren't being hidden without your knowledge or consent.

[ask-fgod]

Has BlueBerror met the kids yet? :)

[ask-fgod]

(Not an ask for the characters)

Reminder to the other anons, this is fanon ink, not canon ink. FGoD!Ink did not rip his soul in two and sell it to the devil for powers. He knows about the balance, and he does have memories and goals. He does not lack emotion nor does he lack a soul, he has dreams and ambitions just like everyone else. Stop accusing him of things he didn’t do all because you think you know everything.

I swear, it’s like you guys watch one YouTube video and associate that video with the entire fandom. For shame on you all.

[villainmirabelmadriga]

@kitkat-4772 believe it shouldn't be full ghost Phantom in but he should still be a half but he's still healing from what his parents did to him so he's kind of stuck in his Phantom form

The only time he can stay in his human form is when he's like in a hospital bed because his human form is still healing from the damage that was inflicted

Suggest imagine outside of his Phantom form he looks incredibly sickly and is in wheelchair because the fact that one of the bones in his legs are still growing back after being taken out of his body

That's why the ancients are watching over him to make sure he he doesn't overuse energy and takes a break to turn into his human form and rest a bit

I love your content so far from what I read and I had a crack I did just hit me

After a while the bat family finally decides to get rid of Ra al Ghul like take him down and take his position from him as the leader of the League of assassins to dismantle it

Ra al Ghul never warned anyone if they want to actually become like the main watcher over the Lazarus pits but they have to go to a 2000 door haunted house run by the ghost King who is 15 years old

So I'll be entire bat family is practically being put through spooky's haunted house 1000 doors except it's Phantom haunted house 2000 doors

Danny believes that anyone that wants the Lazarus pits is undirectly like a bad person so he kind of uses it to a trauma dump on people and be mentally tortured these people so they drop out of taking it

He's getting help from Ghost like Ember Techn, Poindexter, Wulf even cujo

Like they put Ra al Ghul through hell and now they're going to put the bat family to that because they have no idea or not if they're good people

So it's just Danny traumatizing them by making with the horrors and some of the deaths of the ghost the last shocker is at the last door they have to relive Danny's death then Danny will come out and hand them a key and then proceed to give them the whole feel about being the new owners of Lazarus pits

I just enjoy the idea of Danny and the ghost being terrifying

I don't think Danny knows enough ghosts to pull off 2000 doors but he does know Ghost Writer. As well as several ghosts who could make them relive each other's worst/most traumatic moments. Ras probably went alone when he did his trial. But if the whole batfam is going in? So much ammo.

It could start out simple. Lure them into a sense of ease.

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"Huh. When the scary voice said we would be facing trials to prove our worth. I didn't expect sentient, cuddly blobs." Duke said petting one of the blobs that was chirping happily. Not noticing as his fellow vigilantes and friends also began to cuddle the blobs.

It takes them three hours before they realize that they've lost time and begin to fight the calming effect that the blobs exude and head towards the door on the other side of the room.

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And maybe embarrassing.

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"Once upon a time."

"WHY THE FUCK AM I WEARING TIGHTS!"

"I don't know. I think they look good."

"Shut up dickface."

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Even a bit annoying at times.

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"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

"WTF! This guy is more annoying than Condiment King!"

"At least he isn't dumping ketchup on us!"

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The first few hundred doors could even be called easy for people like the bats.

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"Quit hitting yourself. Quit hitting yourself." Jason said after he ripped off the robot's arm and started to use it to beat the robot.

"Hay. Don't you think you're going too far Hood?"

"Stop your incelence! For I. Skulker. The greatest hunter ever. Shall be the one to skin you alive and use your pelts as a rug in my den!"

"You were saying Dickolase?"

"Give me the other arm. I want to break this pinata open."

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But that ease does not last long. Soon they are faced with the suffering of others.

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"What was that. What was that!" Steph shouted as she clung to Tim. Trembling from the adrenalin rush.

"I think. I think we just died? In a motorcycle crash? Did we just get hit by a CAR while on a MOTORCYCLE?!"

"That motorcycle crash was quick compared to how I died! So shut the fuck up!" Jason yelled before stomping toward the next door. And if his hand was shaking as he reached for the doorknob? No, they weren't

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And even faced with the consequences of their failures. Failures that nearly tore them apart. Failures that could still tear them apart.

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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Shut up old man! You never asked! You weren't there! You're Never There!"

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And temptations.

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Dick looked around as his family piled into the living room of the manor. Everyone was laughing at something Duke said. Jason laughed the loudest as he slung his arm over Tim's shoulder for support. (Wrong, this is wrong, why is this wrong?)

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And nightmares.

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"Give them back! GIVE THEM BACK!" Bruce screamed to the sky as he clutched his kids as close to him as he could. Falling into despair as their bodies, their corpses, grew colder. The echos of their own cries of pain and anguish ringing in his ears.

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They still manage to fight through the physical and psychological horror. Even when they are pushed to experience torture that not even their most vial villain would do to them.

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"I'm alive! I'm me! Mom! Dad! Please! Please!" "Shut up you freak! Honey, get the muzzle. I don't want to hear its lies anymore." The woman, the monster, in the teal hazmat suit said as she pulled out their intestine and hung it on a rack for further examination.

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They persevered. And when they leave the last door behind? And are faced with a young boy, no older than 14, who looks like an amalgamation of all of the Robins when they were that age?

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Danny watched as the would-be-owner of the Lazarus Pits stumbled through the door. Only for an entire group of Kevlar waring fruitloops to fall out of the door.

"So you are the fools who think to control the blood of King Lazarus. So far you have seen many facets of the horrors that can come from..." Danny started his monologue before he was interrupted by the one wearing a cloak reminiscent of a bat falling to his knees.

"Please. Please say we don't have to fight you. I can't. I can't." He said before breaking down in tears as several others joined him in his cry fest.

"Shit." Danny said as he looked at the people before him. Panicking over what he was supposed to do.

[ask-fgod]

I don’t know if anyone asked this yet, but why does Ink have so much ink on his skull? Was it always like that or did something happen to the small splatter on his cheek?

[ask-fgod]

How are Ink and Dream doing?

[ask-fgod]

(For Ink)

I’m sorry about them. *gives warm blanket and hot cocoa*

I know some of the anons can be mean, and I wish I could help more, but hopefully this will be some consultation for their accusations.

It certainly isn’t en excuse, and I won’t make one, but I want you to know that Dream will always be there for you. The path you desire is difficult and uncertain, but there is always hope for a future, even if it isn’t one you both can enjoy. A future is a future, there’s nothing you can truly do to predict it, so all you can do right now is try to communicate with the people you trust and hope for the best.

You don’t have to tell him now, or any time soon, but when you do decide to tell him, make sure you are honest. I know he’ll understand, just give it time. I believe in you.

[batfamdannyphantomsstuff]

@herbatahleb @kitkat-4772 YES BY THE VOID THANK YOU i couldnt zoom in DANNY JUST POPS UP AND PICKS UP CONNOR AND HEJUST GOES i baby ma Cousin Clark is being meaaaaan

I love the ideas/story plots of Danny judging to high heavens Superman for being a jerk to his clone, especially when he adores Dani, I say we need more of them. BUT what if we add in Danny once being a HUGE Superman fan (cause alien, SPACE), is super excited to meet him, gets along with him only for his hero worship to die out the moment he finds out about Conner and how Superman treated him.

After that, he is 100% on Conner’s side. He introduces Conner to Dani, loves the fact they’re bonding, invites Conner to Amity Park for hang outs with him and his friends. He even makes shirts, with Sam’s help, for equal rights for clones. Dani is laughing and wearing the shirt with a grin, Conner totally wears it to annoy Clark (his own friends also got shirts and wear them in support when they can), Conner even got one for Jon to wear whose just happy to be there and included. Danny’s glaring at Superman half the time now and being a sarcastic teen when he can get away with it.

I think about this all the time. Tbh.

[batfamdannyphantomsstuff]

@kitkat-4772 @kaysta @ansixilus HIVE ACADEMY AU THANK YOU MY MINIONS

Anybody else vaguely remember the Danny phantom crossover fic where the teen titans were infiltrating that bee themed villain highschool place, and Vlad had gotten Danny a spot from his villain league and he just, didn't fill anything out. So Danny decided to go gremlin and become like Morse the Horse with invisible body, but still with gloves, a body suit and shitty rubber horse mask from the party store and just made it to a higher level goon and vaguely was just That One Guy in the Hive(?) Program and kinda just straight up said to the teen titans his godfather was his fruitloop villain to his hero and it did help him with some training unfortunately.

Help finding it? Pwease?

[deadsetobsessions]

Thank you for the tag, @call-me-strega!

A bit of that exhausted walk to reach you:

“The concern of ethics and morality would never hinder a Janet Drake that wants."

This fic isn't even about her lol

It's not 14, but I'm tagging:

@kitkat-4772 @crazycatgirl420 @astro-go-ghost @avian4653 @decibly @badwolfgirl314 @phantom-z0ne @bloggerspam

Please join, if you want to! <3

Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @lurkingshan and I haven't really written anything in a bit, so have a little peak at the latest entry into my always growing notes app

And in the end, heroes and villains don't matter, because only the strongest survive.

Tagging @dimplesandfierceeyes, @waitmyturtles, and @anixknowsnothin to play, no pressure of course!