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[nanenna]

A bit of detective work

A continuation of this post, now separated so you don't have to scroll forever to get to the newest installment. Also: masterpost

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After escorting the Fentons back to their home, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Constantine mutually agreed it was best to stick around Amity Park for a little while. Constantine wandered off to look around on the civilian side, while Batman of course kept his promise to excuse Danny from school. Wonder Woman, also of course, kept with him. Sadly even as a very prominent member of the Justice League, well known to be one of the founders, somehow in situations like this it always took twice as long to get anywhere with civilians if he didn’t have at least one other League member with him.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the secretary asked with a forced grin as the two heroes entered the school’s front office.

“Good morning,” Diana said cheerfully, thankfully taking point. “I’m not sure who we should speak to, we’re here to excuse a student.”

“Oh, you are?” The secretary looked unsure, glancing back and forth between the two heroes.

“Yes, he’s currently marked with an unexcused absence, we’re here to change it to an excused absence.”

“Right…” the secretary squinted up at them suspiciously. Or rather, up at Diana suspiciously. “Well, if you would just hold on one moment please.” The secretary picked up an old style land line and pressed a button. “Principal Ishiyama, there’s a Mr. Batman and a… Ms. Wonder Woman here, they wish to speak about a student’s absence.” The secretary made a few “I’m listening” sounds before hanging up. They turned their attention back to the League members. “Principal Ishiyama’s office is just down that hall.”

“Thank you!” Diana beamed at the secretary before walking confidently down the hallway, Batman at his side.

The inside of Principal Ishiyama’s office is rather cramped,clearly intended pubescent children and not adults who keep such active lifestyles. Diana graciously sits in one of the austere, hard chairs. Batman chooses to remain standing.

“Now, what’s this all about?” Ishiyama asked, eyeing Wonder Woman warily.

How odd, it was usually Batman that everyone eyed suspiciously.

“We’re here about Daniel Fenton’s absence,” Diana started. She paused long enough for the principal to pull up the young man’s information. “The investigation is ongoing so we can’t give out any details, but last night we rescued Danny from kidnappers. He has been returned to his parents, but for obvious reasons he will not be back in school today.”

“Ah, I see,” the principal said. She did not seem to see. “And you want his absence excused?”

“If the police had come to you saying he’d been kidnapped,” Batman stated clinically.

“Yes, right, of course.” The principal set about clicking a few things on her computer before returning her full attention to the heroes. “Was there anything else?”

It was almost refreshing how easy that had been. Normally Batman would have to lay out what he meant in excruciating detail and have whoever was with him repeat it before a civilian in half a position of power listened to him, outside of Gotham anyway. “Dr. Madeline Fenton was upset not to have been informed of Danny’s absence,” Batman stated.

Ishiyama flinched, “Oh dear. Thank you for warning me, I shall look into that before they arrive later.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Dr. Madeline Fenton also stated that everyone in Amity Park knows about the Ghost King.”

“Ghost King?” The principal looked up in surprise, “What does he…? No wait, ongoing investigation.” She side eyed Diana warily, then sighed as she looked back towards Batman. “Last year the Ghost King got out of his sarcophagus, we still don’t know how, and pulled all of Amity Park into the Ghost Zone. Fortunately Phantom, along with the help of most of the town, managed to put him back in the sarcophagus.”

“Why didn’t you contact the Justice League for help?” Diana asked with a frown on her face.

“How were we supposed to do that from inside the Ghost Zone?” The principal asked with a raised brow. “By the time we were back in the real world everything was over and dealt with, aside from cleaning up all the damage his army of skeletons did.”

“And Phantom is?” Batman prompted.

“Out local hero, I suppose. At first he was a menace, but recently the good he does far outweighs the inevitable collateral damage.”

Batman leaned forward, looming over Ishiyama’s desk. “Are you aware the Justice League has programs specifically meant to give support to minors doing hero work?”

“I was not, but considering Phantom is a ghost we’re not sure exactly how old he is. Either way, you’re here now.”

“Yes, and we should speak with the mayor about the supervillain attack recovery programs the Justice League also has.”

Ishiyama smiled and nodded along, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Once out of the school and walking towards city hall, Diana turned to Bruce. “Phantom is a minor?”

“He is described as appearing to be in his mid-teens, strangely no photos of him despite there being photos of other ghosts all over the residents’ social medias and newspaper articles.”

“That is odd,” Diana mused.

“This whole town is odd,” Constantine said as he sidled up to them. “Apparently getting sucked into, and I quote, the lime jello dimension by the ghost king is just another Tuesday here.”

“The principal called it the Ghost Zone,” Diana supplied.

“A silly thing to call the Infinite Realms, but not the silliest name it’s been given over the eons. What I don’t get is how Pariah Dark got bloody out for a day and not one single person noticed, that should’ve been a huge event everyone even remotely sensitive to æther should’ve felt.”

“You believe someone intentionally hid this event?” Batman asked.

“It’s the only thing that makes a lick of sense, but that would take either someone scarily powerful or a group of very powerful people. And that’s not even getting into the why.”

“Perhaps this cult wasn’t the first to attempt to summon him,” Batman mused darkly. “Someone chose to release him, and since Amity Park is already a ghost hotspot I can see why this is where they’d choose to attempt such a thing.”

Constantine nodded along, “I was thinking the same thing. But it gets worse, no one in the JLD has heard or sensed a single thing about this town before today. I’m thinking it’s less someone chose to cloak Pariah Dark specifically and more someone is cloaking the whole town and everything going on inside it.”

“Then how did whoever freed Pariah Dark know to come here for their attempt?” Diana asked, “How did this cult know enough to use one of the residents as a sacrifice?”

“Ain’t that just the million pound question?” Constantine asked airily. “Along with: how did they even get into the Infinite Realms to let the bloody tyrant out?” The group fell into silence, no one having an answer to that question. “So, what next?”

“We’re heading to the mayor’s office to make sure they’re aware of Justice League resources that are available to anyone who’s suffered from villain attacks,” Diana answered.

“Despite numerous attacks and complaints of collateral damage, not one request from Amity Park for villain attack relief,” Batman added.

“Now that is interesting,” Constantine said.

[nanenna]

Okay so I know you wanted him to specifically astral project into an empty husk/body but uh... what if just pure astral projection?

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Kon was just heading in for the night when he spotted it, something glowing out on the edge of the fields, practically right on top of the property line. It was pale and greenish, not a good combo, but that made it all the more worth investigating. He flew down, approaching the glow slowly.

It turned into a figure, a pale person laying in the grass and looking up at the stars. Everything about them was pale: their hair, their skin, their clothes, not that he could make out much about their clothes. It seemed like more of a suggestion of clothes than actual clothes, the same with the person's bottom half. They just kind of trailed off below the waist, not even an imprint in the grass of where invisible legs could be, just hazy and then nothing. About the only color were the figure's bright Kryptonite green eyes staring up at the sky in a worried frown.

"Hello?" Kon asked carefully, trying not to spook the person.

They started and sat up, looking up at Kon with wide, blinking eyes. They suddenly had arms to support themself, strange that Kon hadn't noticed they didn't quite exist before.

Kon flew down slowly and gently, they didn't feel like Kryptonite.

After a long moment of staring, the person seemed to deem Kon not dangerous, or not interesting at least. They flopped back down and moved their misty hands under their head, their arms going hazy once more.

"Are you okay?" Kon tried, landing a couple yards from the stranger.

"They're different."

Kon looked up at the sky, the stars looked back. "Well, every planet has its own stars." It was all about perspective, Robin had explained when they'd gone on a few adventures on other planets. Well, Red Robin now, but he was still just Rob to them.

The person frowned harder, "Am I on a different planet?"

Kon moved to sit next to the person, leaned back to look up at the stars. "Maybe, I suppose it depends on what planet you're from."

"It has lots of names," the person said airily.

Kon waited for more, but the stranger seemed content to just star gaze. Kon couldn't blame them, the view out here was amazing, the milky way a dazzling splash of light and color across the sky.

After a long while the stranger sighed, "This is a nice dream."

"Oh, you're dreaming?" Kon asked. That might actually explain why they're only half there. Strange that Kon could see them though, usually someone who went wandering off in their dreams couldn't bee seen.

"Yeah. It's great so far, very peaceful, very quiet. It feels... safe here." They sighed again, a faint furrow to their translucent brow. Their next words were quiet and shaky, "I don't wanna wake up."

DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

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Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

[dchuntress]

rating all the possible nicknames that could work for helena bertinelli and/or helena wayne:

hel: 10/10, sounds like "hell", an absolute classic

lena: 13/10, i'm so biased towards this nickname and would love either or both of them to get called this plsplsplspls. depends on the pronunciation but still

lenny: no

helly/hellie: 5/10, it's cute but i don't think you'd survive if u called either of them that. maybe hel w would hate it less than hel b idk

hela: 7/10 goddess of death swag let's go 💯💯

elle/el/ellie: tbh i don't think they'd even know ur addressing THEM. elena and helena are two completely different names ok, 3/10

haley: cute but nightwing's dog is also called that, 1/10

hen: it works more like a british term of endearment than a nickname but i love birds, so 11/10

lele: pons? what r u doing here, 0/10

nenna: SUPER CUTE AND PRETTYYY 12/10

nelly/nellie: 4/10

helen: just write the a already, 1/10

hels: hell yea 9/10

[shenaneggan]

i'm posting this stupid video just for posterity. i didn't make this, but my character, sids, is featured in it. she was my persona and a parody of myself. my real name is cid. i kindly ask that no one ever call me "sids" again.

the read-more is going to be long. i just want to finally put my story out there, even if it doesn't go anywhere.

my friend lionessjenna or nenna / jennabee made it. it was very popular at the time it was made. if you were wondering what happened to lionessjenna, last i heard about her she was making money off of drawing anime cp. sorry to everyone who idolized her at the time. i don't know what she's doing now or if she's changed. i can only say i recommend not looking into her.

we all made fun videos like this with our characters and developed a following. my character sids in particular became a fan favorite and she was usually the butt of the jokes we made. i was 14 when we began making stuff together. 4chan would inevitably find this video and also developed an obsession for sids. they made sids the "queen of /jp/" for a time and drew a bunch of p*rn of her. they drew a bunch of p*rn... of me, essentially. when i was 16. you can still find it, too. the p*rn... i wouldn't mind if that was gone forever. i will not be saving it for posterity. lol

then they doxxed me, made fake accounts pretending to be me, and both of my friends featured in this video would leave me to date those abusers. i never realized at the time how deeply this would hurt me.

and for the record, i don't talk to the third girl, and i won't mention her by name, but i still love her with all my heart. she was a positive force in my life, despite everything. on my old tumblr, i think i still follow her. nenna (this is what people called her at the time) however was 7 years older than the both of us, and put us both in a very dangerous situation with this video. then she went on to draw cp. i'm mentioning her if only to warn people about the dangers about being friends with adults online, and idolizing random people online.

i will say this, though. we were all traumatized kids, and the internet put too much power in our hands. i forgive both of them, and i hope they're both doing well. it's been probably over ten years since i last heard anything regarding nenna, and i'm not friends with anyone anymore who would still be in that friend circle. nenna, i know i aired out your dirty laundry, but i only did so under your old username. i have no intent of finding who you are now and bringing it all to light. i'm only posting this video as a way for me to heal from it and move on. (and ftr if you find anyone under a similar name, that still may not be her. it's been a really long time. please just leave nenna alone. i want to assume she's doing better)

i deleted everything because of this video. i didn't want to be known anymore.

but now i do. i want to be known for me and not just a parody of myself. i'm trying to create again, and i have a story i want to write that i have been working on based on my experiences growing up as a very-micro-celebrity online. i feel like i'm overstating my "success" at the time, but that was kind of what it felt like to me.

but it's hard, you know? revisiting trauma is never easy. but because of this video, i lost my drive to create. i lost so many things i cared about. i lost the ability to be myself. you can probably assume considering i spent my childhood online that i didn't have a great home life either. i won't get into that.

i revisted this video because someone on youtube was kind enough to repost it after all three of us inevitably deleted our accounts, and i've been recounting my trauma in therapy. the comments all ask where weve been off to. most of them only mention jenna, because while i took a step away from the limelight after the doxxing, she continued to make videos after the /jp/ raid and gained a huge following with a bunch of big original youtube animators at the time.

i want to say i was never a perfect person, and when you live your entire childhood on the internet, your mistakes never really go away. i don't think i ever did anything atrocious or evil, but i still had my problems, and i'm sure there are plenty of people that are still out in the world who would be glad to share.

but right now, this is a plea for help, i suppose. a plea for peace. i just want to move on. i've become recently disabled, and i was forced to leave my career because i can't walk. because of this and therapy, i've been trying to make a return to creating. i loved creating. it still makes me happy to see people comment on old videos asking where i am today. i never respond to them, but knowing i haven't been forgotten is what's giving me the strength right now to type all of this.

it's very likely no one will see this post. it's very likely this will be buried in the ocean of posts that make up the entire internet. but right now it feels like deadweight in my lifeboat, and i need to get it out.

"why post this video if you don't want to known for it?" and the answer to that is... i don't know. there are a lot of internet events that happened in my life where someone else got to write the story behind it. i guess i just wanted to write mine. i wanted it out there. i wanted to be known.

[nanenna]

No one: Absolutely not a single person: Me: TIME FOR SAD DANNY HOUR! 8D

✨Bad Ending✨

CW: Major character death, child death, dead dove

Seriously, I know the Phandom plays around with death themes a lot but this isn't some cutesy for fun temporary undeath. A child dies permanently, irrevocably, and does not come back in any shape or form. So if that's not your cup of tea please do not click that readmore.

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Danny had been telling the truth… mostly. He was a clone of Batman (of Bruce), his blood definitely had something wrong with it (it came out of the centrifuge with a green layer), and his DNA was even worse (it nearly bricked the analyzer). But the sample wasn’t degrading like Danny claimed it would. The green layer dissipated quickly, but the rest of his blood simply stayed there and didn’t change while they read over the information he���d provided and ran tests. As many tests as they could, anything to stall Danny for as long as possible.

Danny seemed to feel it, growing ever more anxious the longer it took to get an answer from them. “Just yes or no, you’ve read everything I gave you, you’ve run so many tests, just tell me if you’re willing to give a sample or not.”

“Why a sample? Why not let us help you?” Batman asked.

“Because… because you can’t. You don’t know… he’s the only one…” Danny huffed in frustration. “Please, just… please!”

Batman sighed, but nodded. Danny looked so relieved, Batman truly did believe Danny needed his blood to save a life, just not Danny’s life. Clones are rarely made one at a time, afterall. And when it comes down to it Batman’s goal is always saving lives.

He watched as his sons surreptitiously tossed trackers of various kinds at Danny’s back. Nightwing came over to offer Danny support and give him a slip of paper with a phone number on it, and slipped a tracker under Danny’s hood when he patted him consolingly.

Batman slipped a tracker onto the underside of the stopper he put on the vial full of his blood. Enough to stabilize a clone, hopefully not enough to make more. He sighed, it definitely would be, he just prayed whoever Danny was getting help from didn’t want more clones. “Here.”

“Thank you,” Danny said sincerely, then took off the bag that had been slung across his body and lowered to squat on the floor. From within the bag he pulled out a small styrofoam container, he opened the lid to reveal a small bed of shaved ice. Batman squinted, was the ice tinged green?

While Danny concentrated on carefully nesting the vial in the ice, Batman watched three different trackers sail from across the room to land in the bag. A fourth hit the lip of the bag and bounced off, Red Robin hissed in disappointment.

A phone started ringing.

Danny’s eyes went wide and his lip started trembling. “No,” he whispered harshly. Then with trembling hands he pulled out a phone and stared in horror at the screen. Danny sucked in a breath as he attempted, then finally managed to answer the phone. “Jazz.”

Danny listened for a moment, then fell backwards to sit on the ground, hunched forward as he stared down at the ground between his legs. “No, Jazz please, she can’t be. The ecto-...” He trailed off as he sucked in a shaky breath, the hand not holding the phone came up to cover his eyes. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

Bruce looked away, suddenly feeling guilty for how long they’d spent giving Danny the run around.

“I’m not coming back,” Danny said hollowly.

Bruce looked back over, Danny was still sitting slumped on the floor, the hand that had been over his eyes now laying limply on the ground between his akimbo legs.

“No, Jazz, why would I go back? Vlad couldn’t keep up his end of the deal, I have no reason to keep mine.” He paused, clearly listening to whoever was on the other end of the line. “So what? I’ll figure it out later… No Jazz, YOU don’t understand. It doesn’t matter!” Danny’s legs folded to sit under him, his hunch turning into him leaning forward to be held up by his arm. “I’m not going back, I have nothing to go back to. I’ve lost everything! My home, my friends, and now Dani. I never want to see his face again, if you choose to stay there that’s on you.” He sat up and ended the call, then rose up onto his knees and held the phone up like he was about to smash it. He seemed to think better of it and instead tucked the phone back into his pocket.

“Danny,” Batman started gently, stepping forward.

Danny picked up the little styrofoam box and threw at the wall, it shattered on impact, sending blood, ice, and shards of glass across the floor. The bag followed, hitting the stone with a resounding thwack. He threw his head back and opened his mouth to reveal a wicked set of fangs as he started yelling, one long drawn out note.

A layer of frost splashed across the floor in a circle around Danny. He somehow continued to yell despite not stopping to breathe, the sound somehow twisting into something ear piercing.

Batman stepped back and instinctively covered his ears.

Danny leaned forward, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he continued the yell, something dark flicking from his mouth to little red freckles across the building frost. Blood. It was little droplets of blood. Danny was shredding his own throat in his grief.

Batman rushed to Danny’s side, kneeling on the floor next to the boy and pulling him to lean against his chest. This close he was certain Danny’s yell was going to damage his ears, Bruce only hoped it wouldn’t be permanent.

Danny turned his face to press against Batman’s chest, the yell turning into heart wrenching sobs, thankfully without the power the yell had had. Danny clung to Batman, claws tearing through the cape and armor covering his back. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, freezing Danny’s face to the bat symbol. Bruce started rocking, just letting Danny cry and cry and cry.

💚🦇👻🖤

The next morning Bruce checked over the report he’d made on Danny’s situation to make sure everything made sense and there weren’t any embarrassing typos, then finally sent it to Jim. He leaned back in his office chair and turned to stare out the window. Danny had cried until he’d fallen asleep the night before, sitting on the frozen cave floor as Bruce held him. They’d put the boy to bed after that, but they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since. Understandable, it seemed like he’d been under a lot of stress for quite some time, but with as late as the morning had gotten Bruce was beginning to worry.

With a heavy sigh he got up headed for the family wing, Alfred had wisely prepared a room for him after Danny received his news last night. If what he’d said while drowning under that first wave of grief was true then he had no where else to go. And even if he did Alfred would likely keep that room just for him now, just as Dick and Tim and Jason still had rooms in the manor.

Bruce gently knocked on Danny’s door. When no response came he eased the door open and peeked in. The bed was a mess, blankets tossed aside and half falling to the floor. Danny’s shoes were still on the floor next to the bed, the clean clothes lent to Danny were still sitting folded neatly on top of the dresser, untouched. Bruce leaned in a little further to look behind the door, Danny was sitting next to the window, staring listlessly out it.

Bruce cleared his throat, “Good morning, Danny.”

“It’s not,” Danny replied hoarsely.

“No, no I suppose it’s not.” Bruce cringed internally, buried memories of just how raw the world felt when his parents died, what little wasn’t just a long blur. If the other clone, the other Danny was raised next to this one as a twin he can only imagine how that would hurt. He let himself into the room, softly closing the door behind himself. He walked over to the desk and picked up the chair, gently setting it down just across from Danny. “Do you want to talk about him? The other Danny?”

Danny snorted, “It’s Dani with an i, short for Danielle, though she hated being called that about as much as I hate being called Daniel. Guess she got it from me.”

Bruce felt a chill run up his spine. “Got it from you?”

“She wasn’t your clone,” Danny finally looked away from the window, turning his hollow gaze on Bruce, “she was mine.”

Bruce closed his eyes. An original’s relationship with a clone could be very complicated, if they’d been fully aged up they would usually settle on siblings, but if the clone was any younger, and sometimes even if they weren’t, parental feelings could get mixed into that. Danny hadn’t lost a twin, he’d just lost a child.

“It’s how I found out I was a clone, actually, she was so unstable. So were the others, but she was the only one stick around.”

Bruce sat back in his seat heavily, but nodded to show he was still listening.

“It was awful, watching people with my face melt.”

Bruce’s eyes flew back open, melt?! That was not normal!

Danny had gone back to staring out the window, cheek leaning against a hand propped up on the armchair’s arms. “I always thought Dani’d be okay though, even if she also almost melted once. I thought the ecto-dejecto cured her, but it turns out it was just a stop-gap. She wasn’t as old as the others though, guess Vlad stopped aging her when he realized she wasn’t going to be his “perfect son” and all.”

“Rapid aging has been known to cause health problems, but no one who’s had it done to them have lived long enough to know what the long term side effects are.”

Danny nodded. “She was so bright and full of life, so excited to go experience the world.” Danny paused, hand curling into a fist in his lap. “She came back to Amity to celebrate her first birthday…”

Just a baby, even if she were aged up she was still just a baby.

“... and that just happened to be when everything went to shit.”

Silence fell between them then. Bruce wasn’t sure what to say, so like always he simply said nothing. There was a lot they still had to talk about, did Danny really have no home? What were those powers he displayed last night? Who had tried to clone him? Would he please stay? Bruce found himself hoping the answer to that last question was a yes, but he knew logically that Danny needed the support of people he actually knew right now. Bruce could suggest Danny take a shower and change, come downstairs and eat, go outside and get some fresh air, talk and interact and continue living, but Bruce couldn’t bully him into selfcare the way Alfred did for Bruce. Whoever Jazz is might, whoever belonged to the other names in his phone might, but from a practical stranger like Bruce it would only cause Danny more stress.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” Bruce eventually said after the silence had stretched on. Danny blinked owlishly at him. “You didn’t choose how you were born, so far as I’m concerned you’re my son just as much as Damian.”

“I guess,” Danny replied listlessly, turning back to the window.

Bruce stood up, “I know you probably don’t feel hungry right now, but you should eat.” He held a hand out to Danny.

Danny stared at Bruce’s hand for a long moment before finally taking it and standing up, then he allowed Bruce to keep hold of his hand as he led the boy down to the kitchen. It may not seem like much, but it was a start.

Gut Feeling

DPXDC

Commissioner Jim Gordon meets an odd kid in the precinct.

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“Come on, you really don’t have a way to directly contact Batman?”

Jim smiled. Kids came to the station and asked that all the time. Usually, it was just curiosity and showing them the signal was enough to get them to sign up for the Junior Police program. This one looked a little older than most, teenagers were often “too old” to believe in Batman, but again, give them a little faith now and they’ll never loose it.

“Lookin’ for the Bat, kid?” Jim asked, knowing he was about to make this kid’s –

Jim froze. The kid turned to face him and it was Bruce Wayne. Not playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, but freshly a teenager Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne who Jim had checked in on time and again from age eight until he ran off on a globetrotting trip to find himself. The little Bruce Wayne with too pale skin and dark bags under his eyes, and not enough love to make up for all the grief weighing him down. And he didn’t look like Damian either, where Bruce was obviously his father but there were distinct traits from his mother. This was a carbon copy of a boy Jim remembered vividly.

“I am.” He even sounded like teenage Bruce. All business, like he was on a mission.

“I might be able to help you, but it’ll take a while.” Jim said and the officer the kid had been talking too gave him an odd look. He waved her off and told the kid to follow him to the commissioner’s office. Normally, he’d be more dramatic, put on more of a show for the kid, but his gut told him this was different, this was important. He offered the kid a styrofoam cup of water then closed the door behind him. “So, what do you need to talk to Batman for?”

“It’s personal. I need to talk to him in person.”

Jim took a sip of coffee from his cup. “He doesn’t appreciate me calling for no reason in the middle of the day.”

“So you do have a direct line?” The kid nearly jumped out of his seat. “If he’s upset, it’ll be my fault, just call him, please.”

“Who should I say wants to talk to him?”

The kid hesitated. “He doesn’t know me, but I have to talk to him.”

Jim frowned. “What’s your name, kid?”

He swallowed and looked like he wasn’t going to answer for a moment. “Danny.”

“Danny…?” Jim wanted a last name but Danny kept quiet. Jim sighed, “He’s likely not going to show up until sundown.”

“I can wait, as long as you guarantee he’ll show.”

“And you’re not going to tell me why you need Batman?” Jim just got a glare in response. “What about one of the other heroes?”

“Only Batman, no one else can help.”

“You sure about that? Not even Superman?”

“Not unless Superman can get me in the same room as Batman.”

“Why’s it so important that you meet him in person?”

“It’s personal.”

Jim liked this less and less by the minute. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

Danny looked away but right when it looked like he wouldn’t say anything he mumbled. “They wouldn’t care anyway.”

After another moment to give the kid time to reconsider, Jim pulled out the Bat-phone. It was a normal Wayne-Tech cell phone, but Jim had been given very specific instructions on how and when to use it. The phone listed all the Gotham Vigilantes without visible numbers so they couldn’t be copied and handed out. He pressed the one for Batman.

“Stand outside, would you?” The kid gave him a look, but followed the request. Jim could see his shadow in the door’s window, not so subtle eavesdropping.

It rang a few times, and Jim sat there awkwardly with a teenager listening to his every move. Finally, a familiar voice picked up the other end of the line. “Commissioner Gordon.”

“Sorry to call you out of the blue Batman, but I’ve got a kid here who needs your help.”

“Who?”

“Says his name is Danny, that you’ve never met him but you’re the only one who can help him.”

“Why?”

“Refuses to tell me.”

“What’s your best guess, Commissioner?”

Jim looked at Danny’s shadow, it looked like he was straining his ears to try and hear what he was saying. Danny had given him almost nothing to work with. Just his name, that he’s never met Batman but needs to talk with him in person. But Jim was here because he listened to his gut. A feeling like when you see a random rock on your neighbor’s doorstep but you’d never go in without an invitation. A feeling like you know what’s in the present and are preparing your surprised face. A feeling like when you cheated on your wife and you know she knows.

“He looks like Bruce Wayne.”

A beat of silence. “What?”

“Danny looks exactly like Bruce when he was a teenager. Exactly the same.” Jim hoped Batman would get it, feel in his gut what Jim felt.

“And he wont say why he’s there?”

“No, and he demands to see you in person.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“10-4.” The line cut off before Jim had finished saying it. He called Danny in again. “He’s on his way.”

Danny glared at him. “If he’s not, if you called some social worker or something, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sure.” Jim sighed and downed the rest of his now cold coffee.

The sun hadn’t set, but only just barely. Jim ended up taking Danny up to the roof in the end after all, if only to save his window from being broken into. The kid had a red hoodie on, but he was still shivering in the autumn chill and it was just going to get colder by the minute as the sun made its way behind the horizon.

Jim checked his watch and, at exactly an hour from when he called, he acted surprised when Batman and Robin appeared out of nowhere. “Bats.”

“Commissioner.” Batman greeted but his eyes went straight for Danny. “Danny, I assume.”

“Yeah, I…” Danny hesitated, looking at Jim and Robin.

All it took was four words from Batman. “What do you need?”

The kid held out his hand with a flash drive in it. “I’m your clone. My par- The people who made me wanted to make a stronger version of you, but they got ahead of themselves. My DNA is degrading and I’ll die if I don’t get your DNA to stabilize me.”

Holy cow.

“You don’t expect us to believe that, do you?” Robin sneered at him.

“The flash drive has all the info on it. All the data about the cloning process and the, uh, relevant experiments after that.” Batman gave the kid a look. “I didn’t want to waste time on unnecessary data.”

“If what you’re saying is true, why are you here, alone? Are they working on a different solution?”

Danny’s shoulders hiked up. “I’ve been a failure for a while now, I’m not worth the resources and they’d learn more from an autopsy.”

Oof, kid. Jim looked at Batman who seemed to feel the same… if Jim was reading him right.

“So, you wont object to a DNA test?” Robin asked with a cocky head tilt, at least he was relatively easy to read.

“You can try.” Danny said, and then realized what that sounded like. “I mean I wont stop you, but my DNA degrades faster outside my body. You’ll have to take me to whatever lab you plan on using.”

“Then we will.” Batman said and jerked his head towards where they’d probably parked that ridiculous car of his. But then he looked at Jim with a nod. “Commissioner.”

“Batman.” Jim returned the nod. “You’ll tell me how things turn out, yeah?”

“I’ll give you a report.” Batman joked – Jim could tell, it was gut feeling.

[nanenna]

Sleepy King Nanenna Masterpost

The original post is getting a bit long so I'm posting this here to make things a little easier. Less scrolling for returning readers at least.

This boy can fit so much eepy Branch Original Post (long post) This Meeting Could've Been an E-mail This Phone Call Could've Been a Text This Phone Call Could've Been the Start to a Beautiful Partnership This Stream of Consciousness Could've been an Epiphany This Group Chat Could've Been a Meeting This Montage Could've Been a Beach Episode This Blind Panic Could've Been a Q&A Session This Migraine Could've Been an Intercom Announcement This Conversation is Exactly as it Should've Been A Brief Look from a Different Angle

BAMF Fenton Parents Branch Original Post (long post) A Bit of Detective Work Detective Work on the Other Side Meeting the Mayor The Best Laid Plans Jeez Louise This is a Mess Let's Wrap this Up, Folks

Now hosted on AO3 for those who prefer to read it there.

[pascallatte]

hello!!

Who do i write for?

Currently: Pedro Pascal

Will write for in the future: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, more tba

REQUESTS: OPEN (SEND IN SUGGESTIONS FOR 2023)

what is today's agenda?

currently editing the next fic

currently doing:

Pedro Pascal x actress!reader series

what type of fics I write:

fluff (mostly)

what I don't write:

smut

angst (atm)

dark themes

I'll be using #nenna's asks if ever you guys type something there, with that it'll be easier for you and me to find things 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[c0zysoul]

Life, lately.

It is so dull yet I'm not complaining. rather, I want to stay away from people until I get a few things done (my courses,series and movies I want to watch etc.) I'm running away from things... catching up with friends , going out and engaging with people normally I would say it's anxiety but it really isn't I feel like I need self time . Because all schoolwork , waking up at 5 a.m and being at school by 8 and then going back home by 3 pm...

It was so draining both mentally and physically. Especially the first weeks for uni was... Oof I couldn't go to school for like a week because I lost my grandad and it was such a tragic experience, all of a sudden... Idk I miss him so much I've already wrote pages and pages about him. I don't want to fresh my memories tbh. Basically it was terrible and people were so like SO silent and uninterested and with that being said I needed to go back to normal after crying my eyes out for weeks... What kept me going was actually my grandpa said to my nenna that he was happy because I got into uni :') anyhow, I was all alone, just listening to the lectures and going back to home. For a week It was really bad but by the time I got used to it. I kept hanging out with someone I met on the first day of school and she was very kind and helpful to me! -we became deskmates after that -We still hangout together and I'm glad that I met her. Because my class was literally antisocial and it made me feel so disappointed I felt like everyone already knew everything and I didn't which is partially right...

I really loved my professors though! Got loads of compliments from them.

So my recent class is definitely so much better -in terms of sociality and contributing the lecture by speaking up and stuff -compared to my antisocial class. Lol. I have a few old classmates with me in my new class and the good news is my deskmate is my deskmate again and the bad news is I guess I developed a crush on someone I've never noticed before but was always there. Actually feeling kinda lazy to write about rest of my crush story because it's almost 4 am. To be continued?

[nanenna]

So I ended it there last time because this could go in several directions (Danny wakes up and sees the thermos, danny wakes up thinks it’s all a dream and sleepily rambles secrets, danny doesn’t wake up but something else happens, etc). I'm choosing this one, but if you wanna take it in another direction feel free.

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Daniel's face scrunches up and he makes a kind of groaning sound. John quickly backs up, motioning Clark forward. Knowing this boy simply mistook him for his actual father rather than some kind of interdimensional cosmic horror imprinting on Clark makes this both easier and harder.

“Uuuugh, what stinks?”

“I'm not sure what you mean, son.”

“Danny,” Bruce whispers softly.

“Smells like rotten eggs,” Danny mumbles sleepily, already falling back asleep with John out of the room.

“We were just cleaning out the fridge, go back to sleep.”

“Did the hotdogs start a war again?” Danny slurs. At least that's what Clark thinks the boy said. He pays it no mind as Danny's breathing evens out, sometimes dreams are just weird like that.

Clark carefully tucks Danny back in, then just as carefully leaves the room as quietly as possible. They can't risk letting the boy wake up, not until John finds a way to do something about the king.

They all move back to the kitchenette, where John tucks the travel mug out of sight in one of his deep pockets.

“You're not gonna like this,” John starts with a tired sigh. He's already tucking a cigarette, unlit, into his lips. He's also fiddling with a lighter, though they all know he knows better than to actually use it.

“Tell us,” Bruce demands, the lenses of his cowl narrowed to mere slits.

“That kid is dead as a doornail.”

Clark closes his eyes in grief, they really were too late. He listens to the slow, steady heart beat just a few rooms over, knowing that even though the body is clearly still alive that’s not what John is talking about.

“He's also fully hale and alive. My guess is the ritual killed him and the ghost king possessing him is keeping him alive. Won't know for sure without a closer look.”

Bruce frowns, “But?”

“But the kid being asleep might be the only thing keeping Pariah Dark asleep, since he was pulled straight from the Sarcophagus of Eternal Slumber. And I can't risk getting a better read without waking him up again.”

“Rotten eggs,” Clark says. “He said he smelled rotten eggs.”

“Sulfur,” Bruce adds. Not that he needs to, they all know what that means.

John nods, “He can smell the demon on me. Best if I don't get close, we can call up others to come look at him though.”

“There's only so long he'll sleep,” Bruce says ominously. “Even teenagers only sleep so long, at most maybe two hours.”

“Problem is the kid's some kinda undead now,” John replies. “No knowing how he'll react to tranqs or sleep spells. Could put him out, could do nothing and us making a fuss would wake him, could put the kid to sleep and wake up Pariah.”

Clark sighs, “So in short, we're on an unknown time crunch to figure out how to safely remove the ghost king from this boy without waking either of them up and without killing the boy in the process.”

“Got it in one, mate.”

“There’s a further complication,” Bruce says. Likely he’s about to share some of the information Oracle has been feeding him off and on this whole time, just quiet enough that Clark would have to concentrate to listen in, but he’d rather concentrate on the soft breathing of the boy just down the hall. They can’t afford to be surprised by his waking. “Amity Park advertises itself as the most haunted town in America.”

“It don’t take being the world’s greatest detective to connect being haunted with the king of all ghosts.” John sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Alright, plan?”

Clark looks to Bruce, he is their best strategist after all.

“Constantine, contact whoever you can. Superman, keep an eye on Danny. I’ll put together a quick presentation covering all the most important information Oracle is currently digging up, it seems the cult chose Danny as the ghost king’s host very carefully.”

“Right. Great. Wonderful. Splendiferous.” John sighs one last time, “Alright, I’m going to get as far away from the poor sod as I can and get on calling in back up.” John leaves without another word.

Before Bruce can leave, Clark turns to him and asks, "Do we tell his parents?"

Bruce breaths a little heavier, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly, the closest he'll allow himself to showing emotion while in the cowl. "What can we tell them at this point?"

(continued here)

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[becaexists]

Volta Family Headcanons

Before I post the fic tomorrow (technically today but y'know), I would like to present my Volta family headcanons! Some of them are a bit silly, while others are what I'm using as canon in the universe of my fics (yes I'm going to write more than one), so enjoy!

First of all, names, ages (as of September 2022), birthdays and star signs: Raphael, 45, June 9th, Gemini Angelo, 42, September 1st, Virgo (this is canon info and what I'm basing everything else off of) Seraphina, 39, July 27th, Leo Evangeline, 32, May 8th, Taurus Michael, 28, November 7th, Scorpio

Heights: Raphael is 6'0, Angelo is 6'2, Seraphina is 5'10, Evangeline is 5'5, and Michael is 6'5 Here is a visual comparison of them all in age order

Nicknames for each other: Raphael - Raphe/Rafe; Angelo - Angel, Angel Major; Seraphina - Phin, Sera, Sienna (middle name), Nenna, Nenny; Evangeline - Eva, Angel Minor; Michael - Micha

Childhood: Angelo and Phin were close as teenagers and used to watch romcoms together before their father began to subject them both to worse and worse experiments; Raphe helped around when Eva was born, but by the time Micha was born, he was sick from experiments to the point he could barely move, so Phin had to take care of them both as well as comfort her older brothers as their mother was unable to function and their father was too focused on experimenting on the eldest two; When their father would force Angelo to attack Raphael, Seraphina would attempt to restrain him, screaming at him to stop; Raphael left home at 20, Angelo left 18 to study bioengineering, Phin left on her 17th birthday to become a model and later actress in the UK, changing her name to Sienna Voltaire, Eva and Micha left when they were 19 and 16 to go live with their sister before moving back to the states once they had recovered.

Recent events: Seraphina is the only one to marry and settle down, and Angelo was the only one of her siblings that attended her wedding; Seraphina has two kids, Lucia(7) and Cassius(6 months), and three dogs, Lady (Border terrier), Oliver (large terrier and greyhound mix), and Angel(blonde rescue collie); Evangeline followed in her sister's footsteps, becoming an actress and later a playwright after returning to the US; Michael works as a video game programmer and 3D animator, as well as teaching computer science for free online; Angelo and Phin have monthly calls where they check in on one another, Angelo is the only uncle actively in her kids' lives.

Podcast: Phin and Raphael listen to the podcast when they can, Eva listens to it but tries to skip over Angelo's parts, Micha does not know it exists but if he did, he would listen to it while he worked

That's all of them for now! Reminder this all my personal headcanon apart from what has been said in the show, if you have any differences in opinion on what the Volta siblings are like please share them with me, I love speculating (and talking about Angelo)

[pleasureactivism]

An Annotated Playlist to Accompany Your Reading of Pleasure Activism

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2eoQwDJipqb2BpIZqCIscQ?si=bRg4s4uhSqOXw02Ai2Pc2Q

In Section Three: A Circle of Sex, there is an essay, a compilation of interviews, titled “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex.” Upon reading this title, I immediately thought of one of my favorite songs at the moment, “High Highs to Low Lows” by Lolo Zouaï. I put this song on while I read this essay, and while not directly about sex, the concept of peaks and valleys really resonated with the text. “High Highs and Low Lows” set the mood for me to engage with “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex,” not just because of the lyrics but also the multidimensional sound and authenticity and vulnerability of Zouaï’s voice. Singing in both English and French, she covers so many deeply human feelings, from sexy to vulnerable, cocky to depressed, sensual to silly. Intentionally pairing this song with this reading (instead of just putting a random playlist on shuffle) gave me the idea of creating a playlist- this book needs a soundtrack, which I have attempted to create below. 

A compilation of R&B, hip hop, pop, Latinx music and some 1970s Black feminist icons (namely, Nina Simone and Diana Ross), most of these songs are performed by people that identify as women of color, partly because that is in line with Pleasure Acitivism which “center[s] the experiences of Black women” and partly because that is what I often find myself listening to. However, as was true for adrienne maree brown and her book, this soundtrack “includes a few voices that are not Black or women-identified but that I trust in the human experience of finding pleasure beyond oppression” (brown 5). This playlist was inspired by and accompanied much of my reading of much of Pleasure Activism, shifting and growing as I read, enhancing the experience and adding meaning to both the text and the music. The songs in the soundtrack can be listened to while reading any section of the book, but there are some that deal directly with themes of the book, and for those I have identified a “pairing,” or specific essay or section that I recommend pairing with that song. The songs on the soundtrack are in the order of the recommended paired sections. It should be noted that given the time frame of this project and the fact that I am simultaneously finishing up my undergraduate senior thesis, I was only able to annotate a select few of the songs on the playlist, but in no way are the songs that are not described any less important, relevant, or magical. 

Oh My God by Sevdaliza 

Pairing: “The Legacy of ‘Uses of the Erotic,’ A Conversation with Cara Page” OR the Introduction to Section One, “Who Taught You to Feel Good?”

I originally added this song to the playlist because of its sound, described in one article as “a blend of trip-hop, avant pop, and electronica,” and its lyrics about self-discovery, realization, hope and dreams (Ingvaldsen 2020). Savdalize asks “Who should I be?” and notes that “I view myself from above/Roamin’ in the fields of hope/Will it make or break me/As my dreams are heavy, they outweigh me.” These comments about her exploration of self and the intensity of her dreams initially led to its inclusion on the playlist. However, after finding an interview with Sevdaliza, I realized just how crucial this song is for Pleasure Activism’s soundtrack. She is Iranian Dutch and a refugee who, according to the interview, “acnkowledg[es] the oppressive regimes and institutions of the world in an effort to reflect peace and solidarity through her aural artform” (Ingvaldsen 2020). In the interview, Sevdaliza says she “believe[s] in collective energy,” a concept not only explored in Pleasure Activism but also in our course throughout the semester. Additionally, she says that “heritage stands for a gift of profound insight, wisdom, and love. My heritage to me is like an inner-oracle. The one who knows. It is a mesmerizing voice, that becomes more clear as I am close to my authentic self. My heritage also connects me with deep feminine instincts; the wise woman within” (Ingvaldsen 2020). This connection to her heritage and ancestors reminded me of brown’s exploration of her own “personal pleasure lineage” and encouragement that her readers do the same (brown 21). Sevdaliza says, “our voices are meant to be heard, our stories meant to be shared,” a concept embodid by brown in Pleasure Activism. 

Feeling Good by Nina Simone 

Pairing: “The Sweetness of Salt, by Alexis Pauline Gumbs”

Video by India.Arie

Pairing: “Pussy Power, by Favianna Rodriguez”

Formation by Beyoncé

Pairing: “Wherein I Write about Sex” OR “The Pleasure of Living at the Same Time as Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter”

“High Highs to Low Lows” by Lolo Zouaï

Pairing: “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex”

How Deep Is Your Love (feat. Yebba) by PJ Morton 

Pairing: “Feelmore, A Conversation with Nenna Joiner”

Girls Need Love (with Drake)- Remix by Summer Walker

Pairing: “Liberating Your Fantasies” or “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex”

Girls Need Love is a seductive, passionate, and honest piece in which Walker creates a personal narrative about her desires for sex and love while also grappling with the double standard that “girls” can’t be sexually liberated. She pushes back against the societal norms that “girls can’t never say they want it/girls can’t never say how/girls can’t never say they need it/girls can’t even say now.” She also stresses that her desire for casual sex is okay, a topic which brown analyzes in Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex” (“I don’t need a reason baby/Please don’t get in your feelings”). Another soulful R&B track, this song has a simple production with a main focus on the vocals. 

BROWN SKIN GIRL (feat Blue Ivy Carter) by Beyoncé, Saint Jhn, Wizkid 

Pairing: “The Pleasure of Living at the Same Time as Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter” OR “Wherein I Write about Sex” OR “Black Woman Wildness by Junauda Petrus”

Q.U.E.E.N. (feat. Erykah Badu) by Janelle Monáe

Pairing: “Fly as Hell, A Conversation with Sonya Renee Taylor”

Multi-Love by Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Pairing: “On Nonmonogamy” 

Multi-Love is a song about polyamory, full of intimacy, vulnerability, and even discomfort and torment. Despite these intense feelings that are on display in Ruban Nielson’s (the lead singer’s) voice and in the lyrics, the instrumental aspect of the song is lighter and catchy, consisting of an upbeat keyboard tune and light, quick drum beats. These components come together to create a non-pretentious, spiritual, futuristic song that touches on many of the same topics as Pleasure Activism. For example, he talks about god, asking, “who is your god? Where is she?” Similarly, adrienne maree brown said that she “think[s] a lot about what god is, how god is, and where we are relating to and running from and surrendering to god” (brown 7). He sings about transitioning between single-love and multi-love (“We were one, then become three”), which reminded me of brown’s comments that “nonmonogamy tends to suit [her] best, even if [she is] occasionally focused on one lover” and her further analysis of multi-love in the subsection “On Nonmonogamy” (brown 8, 409). And finally, he talks about alludes to the non-binaryness of gender: “she doesn't want to be a man or a woman” (though the use of the pronoun “she” is somewhat troubling in this case). All in all, this song that is somehow at once crystal clear and mysteriously muffled belongs on the soundtrack because of its soulful, groovy nature, relevant lyricism and personal discovery about love, spirituality, vulnerability, and meaning. As a side note, I also felt like it fits well because Ruban Nielson’s delivery has been compared to that of Prince’s, who brown dedicates the book to. 

The Other Woman by Nina Simone

Pairing: “Being Second”

Golden by Jill Scott

I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross

Universe by Ambar Lucid

La Negra Tiene Tumbao by Celia Cruz

Pairing: “On Fear, Shame, Death, and Humor, A Conversation between the Rocca Family and Zizi” OR “On the Pleasures of Wardrobe, A Conversation with Maori Karmael Holmes”

Beyond being an absolute Afro-Cuban and Latin music icon, and the Queen of Salsa, Celia Cruz is known for her fashion style; she always had on colorful wigs, sequins, crazy high heels, and incredible makeup (for this reason her song is paired with “On the Pleasures of Wardrobe”). This song was chosen because of its multifaceted nature; it spans the genres of jazz, salsa, reggae, and hip hop. She talks about the style, attitude, swag and sexiness of a black woman (in Spanish). Igniting the spark of pride in Latinx and Black identities for many, “La Negra Tiene Tumbao” is a timeless anthem about being proud of who you are, embracing blackness, and never moving out of the way for anybody. 

Pelo Suelto by Gloria Trevi 

The Pleasure Principle by Janet Jackson

February 3rd by Jorja Smith

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Junglepussy

This song is lush and deep as it envelopes you into its mesmerizing tune. Junglepussy’s slow, intense words of confidence and encouragement to feel fully, both spiritually and physically, wash over the listener like a wave (“Yeah, I’m the brown hottie with the body, looking like Rum Spice… Relax, as the aura ease you/In the flesh, let the physical please you”). 

Soul Liberator by Kraak and Smaak feat. Sanguita

Feeling Myself by Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé

Cranes in the Sky by Solange 

Hurry by Teyana Taylor feat. Kanye 

Mujer Latina by Thalía

A Quién Le Importa by Thalía

I’m Every Woman by Whitney Houston 

                                                           Works Cited

Ingvaldsen, Torsten. “Sevdaliza Returns With New Protest Song ‘Oh My God.’” HYPEBEAST, HYPEBEAST, 30 Jan. 2020, hypebeast.com/2020/1/sevdaliza-oh-my-god-single-stream-premiere.

LS

[evermorebaby]

tagged by @mileystewart

rules : answer 17 qs & 17 people u wanna know better

nickname : jenny/ jenna/ nenna/jenny penny /jennifer lawrence (anniston, garner etc etc) jen, fario, fer n fer

zodiac sign : we an aqua baby

height : like 5”2

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

last thing i googled : “average amount of coffee put in a mug”

song stuck in my head : white mercedes by charli

following : 410

followers : 3513

amount of sleep i get : like 7 hrs ??

lucky numbers : 23 🤪

dream job : honestly dont know sjsjwj it could be writing it could be art 🤷‍♀️

wearing : my night things,, aka a t shirt

favourite songs : hnnggg vienna, afterglow, suburbia and s&c

instruments : i mean i used to play guitar

random facts : i once cut myself w safety scissors

aesthetics : being in love w fucking everything

tagging : @youfitinmyspookypoem @llikestarlight @re-pu-ta-ti-on @jumpthensfall @spoookyswift @spookybleachella @ghoulathome @rainbowdress @bees-blog @hugeselenatorswiftie @holygrcunds @shakeitoffline @speaknow @sparkisfly @loverdeluxe @poptartswift @dennys

[thasorns-moved]

If you reaaaaaaaaaaally wanted to write that essay, you'd ignore tumblr and focus. But you love pain so... we'll give it to you~

Nenna, I swear to god 😂 STOP IT!

[nanenna]

This Phone Call Could've Been a Text

More Sleepy King Here

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Batman moved to sit at the table in the kitchenette, his hand absently moving to adjust a cape that wasn’t there. He pulled out a tablet and brought up the camera feed for the bedroom, the audio from the bugs he’d planted in his ear. Nearby the JLD had finished agreeing on their plan and were setting it in motion, it seemed Dr. Fate was the first to go cast spells at the boy.

Diana came into the room. “The boy has several blessings.”

That caught everyone’s attention. “What kind of blessings?” Constantine asked warily.

Diana shook her head, “I couldn’t tell, I just know he has several blessings from powerful beings.”

“The boy or the king?” Raven asked.

Diana shook her head again.

“Something else for us to look into,” Zatanna said with a tired sigh. Discussion between the JLD members picked back up, kept carefully hushed, as if afraid the boy (or the king sleeping inside him) would somehow hear.

Diana came and sat down next to Batman, he changed the angle on the tablet so they could both watch. That’s all either of them could do right now, sit and watch.

Diana sighed, “He looks content.”

Batman turned his attention from Dr. Fate casting his spells to Danny, seemingly dead to the world as magic flashed over him. “He does.”

“I hope it stays that way, I hope we are able to find a solution before he wakes.”

Batman simply nodded, he hoped so as well.

Dr. Fate finished with his spells and quietly made his way back to the kitchenette. There was a brief discussion from the group, then Zatanna was taking her turn.

Their discussion continued even after the Sorceress Supreme left, Batman catching brief snatches of magical jargon. He technically knew the definitions of the words he heard, but he knew his understanding was surface level at best.

Dr. Fate approached their table. “Wonder Woman, you said the blessings were laid by powerful beings?”

Diana nodded, “Yes, quite powerful.”

“Can you describe how powerful?”

Diana’s brow furrowed as she thought the matter over, “I believe they were on par with the gods, though it didn’t feel divine.”

Dr. Fate nodded, then returned to the huddle to discuss the matter further.

Batman and Diana watched as Zatanna finished her round, then conceded to Captain Marvel. They expected him, as the champion of magic, to have the most insight, yet when he walked back into the room he looked quite disappointed as he shook his head. “I fear the wisdom of Solomon has failed me.”

“Is it perhaps the same block that has kept us from noticing Amity Park?” Diana asked, standing up to join the JLD in their huddle.

“Most likely,” Zatanna agreed. “I couldn’t even get a read on the blessings you spoke of.”

“Was there anything you could scry?” Diana asked.

While their discussion continued, debating whether it was better to figure the block out or attempt to blindly work around it given their unknown limit, Batman kept his eye on the feed of Danny’s room. Clark leaned forward, the blankets shifted, then Danny was sitting up while yawning and stretching.

“Danny’s woken up,” Batman said.

The room fell silent.

Constantine sighed and nudged Raven, “C’mon, luv, let’s get outta the way.” He waved a hand and the lights dimmed. “Remember, keep him half awake as long as possible. And try to look like you’re here for a reason, make a cuppa or something.”

There was a mild flurry in Constantine’s wake as the others bustled about making a quick cup of tea or popping off-brand toaster pastries into the provided toaster. Not a bad plan, it’ll make the room smell homier and would give the magicians an excuse to be there.

Diana placed a half full glass of water near Batman, sitting down with her own steaming mug. The kitchenette now smelled of warm tea, toasting pastries, and ozone. Batman closed out of the surveillance and switched over to a note taking app.

Clark eventually entered, gently guiding Danny along. The boy had Batman’s cape over his shoulders but it was dangerously close to slipping off one, Clark fussily rearranged the cape as the bleary eyed boy shuffled slowly into the room. Danny hadn’t even seemed to notice his audience as he slowly made his way to the table and plopped gracelessly into a chair.

Marvel handed off the quickly plated pastries to Clark, which he gently placed before Danny. Zatanna offered a steaming mug, which Clark also gently placed in front of the boy.

“There we are, Danny, you hungry?”

Danny mumbled something as he absently picked up his pastry, chocolate this time, and began nibling it.

There was an exchanging of glances between the room’s occupants, as if unsure how to proceed. Then Zatanna and Dr. Fate both lifted a hand each, inscribing runes into the air.

“How are you feeling now, champ?” Clark asked awkwardly.

“Mmm… better,” Danny mumbled, crumbs tumbling from his mouth. He followed it with a yawn, yet again moving his hand as if to cover his mouth and missing far and away too much to hide his sharp fangs.

Clark glanced down at the mug, then nudged it closer. “Have some hot cocoa.”

Danny hummed in agreement and reached for the mug, just holding it in his hands.

Batman glanced back at the magicians. It seemed Zatanna was having difficulty with whatever spell she was attempting, and from the similar expression on Marvel’s face he was in the same situation. Or perhaps all three were attempting a combined spell.

Danny slowly lifted the mug and took a careful sip. “Hmmm… s’good.”

“That’s good,” Clark said with a gentle smile. “Eat up, you’re a growing boy.”

“Still growing,” Danny mumbled, but did as he was told. He held his pastry back up and nibbled more.

Batman felt the hairs on his arms raise despite being covered head to toe, the tension from the three magicians’ combined spell clearly filling the room.

The tension broke suddenly with a gasp at the same time a faint jingle played in the room. Batman frowned, unsure what had caused that. From the wide eyed stares from Marvel and Zatanna, they weren’t sure either. Or perhaps they knew exactly what was going on and were shocked.

The jingle played again, this time Batman placing it as coming from Danny’s direction. He watched as Danny absently reached up to touch his ear, a white ear piece with a little arm and neon green mic on the end simply appeared.

There were choked gasps, Batman spared a quick glance to find all three magicians reeling back in stunned shock.

“... ‘llo?” Danny mumbled.

[nanenna]

The Fentons:

Danny:

Also Bats has already figured out that Danny is a meta with "ghost-like" powers and his parents are delusional. Once Oracle gives him an address (just confirms the meta theory, kid showed up outta nowhere from three states over in pajamas) he has the nearest JL member do a wellness check and offer the kid support. Sure, this is all fun and games now, but these kinds of delusions can turn scary real fast. Danny doesn't need his parents calling in some two-bit occultist for an exorcism.

The other Batkids continue to tease Jason relentlessly until the next embarrassing thing happens.

Accidental Arranged Marriage AU (v1)

After a reveal gone... weird, the Fentons believe Danny is dead and haunting them and is in denial when he claims to be half alive. They mourn him, and maybe even blame themselves and their research for causing him to become a ghost rather than dying properly.

But he is still their son, and they can't bear to hurt him, so they instead turn to superstitions and traditions from other cultures to try to get him to "move on" or "appease his restless spirit" or "put him at rest."

(Danny is actually eating better than ever now that his parents are regularly leaving out offerings of food at his altar.)

Eventually they come across the ancient Chinese practice of ghost marriage and decide to give it a shot. Maybe Dann-o can't move on because he died single, right? According to their research, ghosts would sometimes appear in their family's dream to tell them which other deceased person they want to marry, so Jack and Maddie hold a seance to consult their dead son.

(you could've just asked, y'know. You don't have to light candles and incense every time you try to talk to me.)

Danny, by this point is exasperated by his parents' failed and increasingly ridiculous attempts, decides to play along and says he wants to marry the Dead Robin.

He didn't expect this to be the time his parents' hairbrained plans actually sorta works.

Anyway, now Danny has to find the poor ghost he accidentally married so that they can get a ghost divorce. Well, guess his parents are getting rid of him after all, because looks like he's going to Gotham.

Now if only the Bats would stop looking at him so weird whenever he says he needs find the dead Robin so that they can annul their marriage.

"Red Hood, what did you do!?!"

"Fuck off! I swear I've never met this guy in my life!"

Version 2

[inappropriatefangirlneeds]

Tag Game 

I was tagged by the wonderful @sunlitroom thank you ! =) 

I´m curious which one of the Greek plays has been your favorite? 

I´m doing the escapists diet version of this ;)

Are you a homebody? The world is a scary place and sometimes walls keep the scary out, sometimes it sneaks in through cracks and cables but ultimately inside is and always has been the safest place, or at least it feels like that  

What movies have you watched recently? Okay let me talk about the one recent Saturday where I turned on the TV snacking on some chocolate bunny just to look upon a mighty ship and some people in arrrrrrmazing clothes. Turns out they were airing “Crossbones“ (NBC) which is about pirates, the crown and tinkering around with clock smith tools. Or something like that I´m not quite sure which episode I turned in to but I watched around thee or four in a row. I couldn´t see the last two they aired but recorded them. I kind of really want to take the time to watch them, or try to find the english episodes online because it was  actually entertaining. It feels like they could have made a whole season out of two episodes, so it felt kind of rushed but maybe the german dub added to that feeling. 

It´s not Black Sails but while I´d really wanted to argue with some stuff (one of the) protagonist(s) said to her Kate Balfour is quite an interesting character in terms of writing a wife and at the same time a woman with agency (and it seems she´s not vilified for something other shows would treat her not well over, but there might be another icky trope playing into this, still need to watch more)  Nenna Ajanlekoko seems to be quite interesting as well. It seems one character has Agoraphobia, and while at first this causes some wounds ir seems there´s quite some understanding for her needs (but that´s about where I stopped watching), addiction to opiates is a topic (and they mirrored the internal struggle of yesORno to the relieve provided in an external yes and not that come from different protagonists for various reasons) 

> Also with the non pirate protagonist  Tom Lowe I kept thinking I knew the actor, but could just think of  Michael Sheen and it wasn´t him... turns out it was  Richard Coyle [or as I know him CAOS´ delightfully awful Faustus Blackwood]

> Oh and John Malkovich plays Edward Teach, aka "Blackbeard" in need of some hair dye.  

What are you doing for self care?  I, despite point one, actually for once was actually looking forward to something involving the outside and other people and I built it up in my head as something that would potentially build up my hurt self (esteem) back again and patch me somewhat up after some really not so great experience, so I had a moment of “woe is me” when  An event you were looking forward to that got cancelled Technically the event wasn´t cancelled just the particular Pen&PaperRPG I had applied and got a spot for but, despite thwarted selfcare attempt I was glad that I could play it safe and stay in without having to cancel myself. It was just about that time where nothing was locked but it increasingly looked like that´s what probably should be done. 

What music are you listening to? What´s been added to this and really got me sucked into a youtube hole the past weeks is Hank 3. That might have happened as a side effect of still not having seen "I saw the light" in which Tom Hiddleston plays Hiram "Hank" Williams. His grandson Shelton Hank Williams III  was not happy about that casting and I´m glad he complained cause I might not have started to listen to his music. Quite a delayed reaction but here we are finally. [Although I must certainly have known about Superjoint Ritual years ago, but I guess without being aware of Hank ...  buuuut my memory is crap] 

>> What I learned is more people should sing about Opossums. Hank doesn´t nearly sing as much about Possums as he should but there is at least:  Hank Williams III & Leroy Troy - “Possum In a Tree”  ~Possum in a tree looking at me, you know he´s living his life wild and free ~

>> Sometimes Shelton goes by (the horrible) SKELTON .. no not that  H3 "Country Heroes" that was Halloween ... that stuff with TPB Those Poor Bastards w/ Skelton - Black Dog Yodel the theatrics are just so I don´t know if I should say campy or extra but I love it ;D and I really like his voice in those Black Dog Yodel-Poor Bastards with HW III

>> That one is just really working for me  "Ghost to a Ghost"

>> And just a really neat Bop, I vaguely remember that one was the one where I really got into that YTHole  Hank III & Assjack "Tennessee Driver"

What are you reading? Hopefully more fanfiction when  I get around to but the next slot of likely uninterrupted time miiiight be reserved for finally watching the gotham finale .. I feel like I might be read for that now ^^ 

Apart from the recently mentioned GothamFics I had the chance to read the start of another and brand new compelling Daryl Dixon / Beth Greene mystery here: PYROLYSIS by Audriss  [What´s the other compelling mystery you ask, well of course: BY ANY OTHER NAME]