#out of current timeline a little

[dick-meister]

A moment to breathe….

Adam stood in the doorway of his home. Fingers stained with dirt and grime. He barely had time to even think when coming back to Heaven as he carried the body of the last person he felt that genuinely loved him and buried her himself. Adam had dealt with loss so many times before, losing Charlie twice, losing Lute… It was all starting to break him.

The silence of his home only reminded him of a few facts. One, that he needed to redecorate to fill the void of this room and two… He didn’t have anyone to come home to. Not anymore.

It’s easy to take for granted what you have, even if Lute bantered with him heavily, it was nice to have her by his side. It was nice to have someone to talk to, who genuinely enjoyed his presence and gave him the care and respect he felt he deserved. The sound of metal clanking on the floor could be heard. He had dropped Oath keeper as his dirt covered fingers just couldn’t handle the weight anymore. Next was his guitar, dropping to the floor carelessly.

The First Man… Still ever so unlucky as he felt… Abandoned. But that was the usual outcome for him, right? Lilith leaving him for Lucifer, being Casted out of Eden, Eve dying in childbirth. It was just the reoccurring theme of his life, wasn’t it? Doomed to be alone.

His shoulders slumped and he dropped to his knees and soon laid on the hard wood of the floors. He should get himself to bed, but what does it matter? Who gave a shit. He felt so broken and in a place where he couldn’t talk about it because who would genuinely listen? Who would take his words to heart and comfort him? Everyone’s lost someone. So why should it be different for him?

In his eyes. He’s lost… Everyone. He still didn’t get to talk about how Lilith’s death affected him, he didn’t talk about how the white room affected him and now? He knew for a fact that no one would listen to him about Lute’s death or Charlie’s second one… He had no energy left. The only person who had held him was that Angel and he already knew she had malicious intent for him if he pursued her. Which, he didn’t want to either way. Hell, he didn’t even want to see her. Pity from the enemy is worse than no pity at all.

So he stayed there, listening to his own breathing, one ear being plugged by lying against the hard wood floor which made they breathing ever so louder, almost tauntingly so. As if to remind him once again, there were far better people who had died and not him.

A slow blink, the feeling of something wet. How long had he been crying for? He didn’t know. Didn’t care. There were no sobs from his lips, there was no sound coming from him. Just a steady stream of tears.

There had to be something he could do, he’s already sold his soul. What else could he do? He would have to think about that later. Maybe… He would talk to his father again. Maybe he would stay on this floor until the cycle ends. Maybe someone would visit him. Whatever it was, he couldn’t find the energy to move his muscles any longer. While others were finding hope in the cycle succeeding, Adam… knew one way or another. All of this would end with his death.

And you know, if it did end up that way? Then maybe it’s for the better.

They deserved a break from him.

[sysig]

Strictly professional showering (Patreon)

[localguy2]

Okay so... Imagine Zane, but no memory switch.

Like Julien didn't even build one.

And in Zane's attempt to move on from his life in Birchwood, he begins seeking out a certain old man who visited him a few years ago.

A certain, Son of the First Spinjitzu Master.

And when he finds that man, Wu takes Zane under his wing, and he begins training him.

Eventually, Wu gets attached to his new student, the same way he got attached to Morro.

And so, Wu is now absolutely terrified of sharing anything about the prophecy of the Green ninja, because he's scared that Zane would leave just like Morro.

Hmmm...

[creative-hanyou-girl]

PJO SPOILERS!!!!!

Real talk tho how is it that these two 12-YEAR-OLDS have more chemistry than, like, 98% of ADULT movie/TV couples that come out nowadays!?

And they're not even DATING yet!!!!!

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[violetendgrove]

alright modheads, i come with a new thing

my computer is now functioning, and at some point, i wanna build a modpack for my sibling to play blind(ill be in the game too, but you get the idea)

I've got a couple ideas, but drop ur suggestions now. this might be a streamed thing, might not, we'll find out that part when we get there

[sizzleissues]

Frankly im going to explode if i don’t tell someone about this fic but i need to at least wait another month just in case. But i can only pester my non-miraculer friends so much with details

[cottageivy]

some ava outfits ive done recently (with a mini lore? dump? ish? about fucking CLOTHES in the tags lol)

[devotion-between-the-wheat]

love when you get to be married to a f/o in a schrodinger's cat way.

[transingthoseformers]

So, as far as the ~future friend group~ way a lot of vooooorns in the future, we've got Silverlight as oldest chronologically, we've got the thunderwoof twins Hailstrike and Trailfire who are probably secondish chronologically, Influx as oldest developmentally but like 3rd or 4th chronologically, and maybe Silver's unnamed big little sister who is the youngest.

Is there wiggle room in this arrangement, yes. Do i need to figure out the big little sis's name? Yeah.

[deathsmallcaps]

Ok when I reblogged this last night, I picked 3rd because that’s what I’ve heard, but I also said maybe a little bit #4? Because at the time I thought ‘well something not really mattering to you = a sort of rejection” so I was a little confused as to how they were separate options?

And then when I woke up and I saw this I remembered that the ‘rejection’ idea was an antisemitic talking point. As in supposedly you saw the undeniable truth of Jesus and were like nah.

So I’m not sure how else it could’ve been worded - it was quickly visible to me after a good night’s sleep - but I wonder how many other people were thinking similarly to me when they picked #4, and how many are genuinely antisemitic. But I hope there’s just a lot of confused people.

[arolesbianism]

Some Brute doodles plus a bonus Button

[paranoidplush]

yoojin's almost pinpoint focus on getting yoohyun's body back makes me indescribably depressed

[hiddenbeks]

hmmmmmm rotating idea for a new skyrem character......

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny holding a glowing jar: What is this? Clockwork: Oh, that's some human soul I won in a poker game with a few demons. Danny:A human soul? What the hell did you bet that was the same value as a human soul? Clockwork: Your hand in marriage Danny: I BEG YOU FINEST PARDON?! Clockwork: Relax, I won, didn't I? Now I have a neat soul in a jar. Danny: Who does this even belong to? Clockwork:A child. Danny: .....you're giving this back. Clockwork: What? Why? The child wasn't even using it. Danny: I'm taking the soul back. What's the child's name? Clockwork: *Sigh* Fine, ruin my fun. The boy is called Subject 514A. Danny: What kind of name is that? Clockwork: He's a clone of another human child that was experimented on and was never given a personal name. Hence, Subject 514A. His body is currently deteriorating as we speak. If he stays in his current dimension, Death will claim him. Danny: WHAT!? We got to do something! Clockwork: I can't in his current dimension. Death has jurisdiction there as Fate has set that child's life to end. Danny: .....you set this jar out to appeal to my Savior complex and help you get back at Death and Fate didn't you? Clockwork: I KNOW THOSE TWO CHEATED AT CARDS! So I figured stealing one of their little humans and moving him into a nearby dimension a few years ahead would drive them up a wall. They have no power there since the timeline is my jurisdiction! Danny: And I wouldn't let anything happen to Subject 514A, meaning that the world would accommodate the Ghost King and the child under his care. You're using me a pawn in your petty game. Clockwork: You're still going to take that boy and raise him. Danny: Yeah, because I have the body to be a perfect DILF, but that's beside the point! I mean if he's a clone would the orginal be in the new dimension? Clockwork: Yes, but Bruce Wayne would be a full-grown adult with multiple children of his own instead of a sixteen-year-old adolescent like Subject 514A. Danny: Great, a teenager in angst. why not. Clockwork watching Danny leave through a portal to grab his new son: All according to plan. Soon, Wayne will assume Danny is raising his unknown, ill son, and my ship will sail once they get to know each other. he ha he ha he ha.

[noir-renard]

Dick frantically scrolled through the JL database on his wrist computer, looking for a clue, even a hint of a hope that Bruce had prepared for this.

Bruce planned for everything, so surely he had planned for this: all the Justice League, incapacitated, down for the count; and the Teen Titans, not far behind them.

There must be a plan for this, but the trick was finding it.

Subroutines, contingency plans, back-up strategies—and then he found it. Last Resort: Danny Fenton.

…that couldn’t be right.

Dick was pretty sure Danny Fenton was one of the tech guys on the Watchtower, maybe? Bruce had introduced Dick to him, once. 

"This is one of our engineers, Robin. If anything happens to the station and I'm not available, ask Danny."

Danny had sort of laughed and played it off, as Dick recalled. We'd be in a sorry state indeed if Batman were unavailable, huh?

Dick couldn’t think of a better phrase than 'sorry state' to describe this situation. The tower wasn't in jeopardy so much as the whole world, based on what Dick knew about Brainiac.

He decided he didn’t have time to second guess whether Batman really meant Danny Fenton when he listed him as a last resort. If it were a typo, then the world was ending anyway and it wouldn’t matter if Dick called Danny Fenton and Danny Fenton couldn’t do anything to stop Brainiac.

But if Danny Fenton could do something…

Dick flipped through the contact list until he found the phone number.

He tapped his foot until the call connected, relieved when he heard the somewhat vaguely familiar voice of Danny answer with, "what's wrong?"

Dick hesitated, surprised that Danny seemed to know there was a problem without knowing what it was.

“Is this Danny Fenton? Um. You might want to turn on the news...”

“I’m on vacation, we don't get the news here, and this is a ‘call only in case of an emergency’, so please just tell me Robin: what’s wrong?”

Dick shook his head and refocused. He should be better at this by now, not be stalling by asking stupid questions—how many times had Bruce gone over that with him? At least a dozen—but he was nervous. He'd never thought he'd ever have to resort to the Absolute Last Resort.

"It's Brainiac. He's got the entire JL incapacitated, and the Titans aren't doing much better. You're listed as a last resort in Batman’s contingency list."

His very long contingency list, Dick was sure Danny knew.

Danny sighed and muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'I should have known'. "Where?"

"We're in LA next to the Nakatomi Plaza."

"Got it."

About ten feet away from Dick, a green portal opened, and Danny stepped through.

"Huh?" Said Dick, hearing the feedback of his voice coming through Danny’s phone.

"Do you have a back-up domino mask, Robin?" asked Danny.

Dick nodded mutely, pulling one from his utility belt. 

This Danny was nothing like the carefree, bashful engineer Dick had met before. He was focused, calm, and—

Dangerous wasn't the right word, but it wasn’t the wrong one either.

"Tell me as much as you can about the situation in as few words as possible."

That, Dick could do. Standard Batman training.

Danny took in the information quickly and efficiently. "I see. Should be simple."

"I wouldn’t underestimate Brainiac—"

Danny placed a hand on Dick’s shoulder and offered him a small smile. "Do you trust Batman?"

"Of course."

"Then trust there's a reason I'm the last resort."

With a blink of the eye, he was off, nearly as fast as the Flash, slamming into Brainiac and lifting him off the ground with one hand.

Dick winced; he’d told Danny Brainiac used nanobots to control the JL and that avoiding touch was important—

Oh, and now Danny was completely wrecking Brainiac’s shit. Huh.

"It’s assholes like you and Boston Dynamics that give all robots a bad name!" said Danny, picking the Brainiac up and slamming him into the ground. 

“I am not a robot, I am an android of level 20—”

“Intelligence, yada yada, I read your file, you’re a menace with a microphilia kink, join a subreddit like a normal person and get over yourself.”

Dick was honestly shocked speechless. He just said that? In the middle of a fight?

Danny held Brainiac to the ground with one hand, ice spreading and covering the robot within seconds. "How you like them apples, huh? Where I come from, we call that a blue screen of death."

Dick sighed. So Danny had cryogenic powers. Cool, but he'd told Danny Superman's ice breath hadn't worked, so why did he think—

"Error: anti-glacial properties not functioning." Brainiac stared down at Danny; only his eyes and mouth seemed capable of movement. “What are you? I’ve never encountered your pieces before.”

Danny grinned. “I’m from a place you’ve never probably never heard of before: Small Town America.

Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't scream at you until you're less than dust?"

"Because it is impossible. Recalculation in progress—"

“Hey Robin,” Danny called over, completely whelmed and traught, “what are the odds that this is one of his copies and not the real deal?”

“Um,” said Dick. “Do you want a specific number, or���?”

“Ballpark it.”

“Pretty high.” 

“Cool,” said Danny with a nod. “Got anything to say for yourself?” he asked Brainiac.

"I am beyond human comprehension." 

“And yet you keep trying to put our cities in a little glass jar.”

“Even if you stop me here, I’ll be back.”

“Sure, sure, classic villain line,” Danny said absently, reaching his hand…through? Brainiac’s? Face? To pull out a chip?

So Danny had cryogenic abilities and matter phasing, that was fine. It might as well happen. If Superman could pull a new ability out of his ass every other week, so could anyone, right?

"Technus would love to study you, and I owe him a favor. Maybe he can fix you. I'm also pretty sure you destroyed Skulker’s OG planet. And the Yetis. So they might want a few words with Brainiac HQ."

“I don’t think he can hear you,” said Dick.

“His nanobots are listening. Speaking of which.” Danny closed his eyes and frowned as if concentrating, and then held up a hand and created a…green shield? Over the battlefield?

“There. That should have fried them. Most nanobots don’t like ectoplasm.”

“Huh?” said Dick.

“Exactly.”

He stuck the chip in his pocket and went about dragging every single member of the JL into the Javelin and buckling them in. “I’m gonna fly these guys back to the Watchtower. Wanna come with? You can co-pilot.”

Bruce never let Dick fly the Javelin. “I’m in.”

“Full disclosure,” he said, doing the pre-flight checks perfectly (or at least, up to Batman Standards, which were probably more than perfect), “ I don’t have a license yet.”

“I’m an adolescent wearing pixie shorts and fighting crime, you think I care?”

Danny tilted his head. “A worrying statement, but I’m on vacation and am therefore not contractually obligated to say anything about it. Let’s go, Robin.”

They did not crash (fortunately) and Danny landed the javelin with practiced ease (though everything did glow green as they came in through the port and Dick was at least 47% sure that the edge of the wing would have hit the Watchtower if it had not, miraculously, phased through the wall instead. Dick wasn’t gonna tell anyone except Barbara about it.)

It wasn’t until Danny had, somehow, floated everyone into the Med-Bay and left from the same strange green portal he came from that everyone woke up from their nanobot induced nap that Dick was finally able to relax and contemplate what he’d seen.

Last resort, indeed.

Bruce was the first to recover, because of course he was. 

He sat up, scanning his location, the people around him, the situation. Same old Bruce.

"Robin—”

“I’m here, B.”

Bruce grunted. “You called Phantom."

“Phantom?”

“Danny,” Bruce amended. “He left?”

“He told me to tell you he’s still on vacation and that you and he will be having ‘words’ about his being listed as a ‘last resort’.”

“Hn.” Bruce sat up, taking inventory of himself. “Brainiac?”

“According to Danny, he was a robot copy.”

“Where is the bod—”

“Danny took it with him into…a green portal?” Dick sighed. “He said Brainiac won’t be a problem for us anymore.”

Clark sat up then, rubbing his head. “What happened?”

“Danny saved your asse—I mean, butts.”

“Danny? The tech guy?”

“How was Danny able to save us?” asked Diana.

“It’s all in his file,” said Bruce.

“Danny has weird ice powers,” said Dick. “But I’m sure there’s more information in his file.”

Bruce just sighed.

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.

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Later

“Why didn’t Danny just tell us about his ice powers, though?” Clark asked in the Watchtower kitchen. “Did he think we would judge him for it?”

“My theory is that he’s Mister Freeze’s long lost kid,” said Barry.

Bruce sipped his coffee. One day the Justice League would learn to read. Not today, apparently.

Not today.

In the mean time, Danny was owed an extra week's vacation and a standard "I'm sorry I investigated your past and put you in my contingency plans without asking" apology package.

Short DPXDC Prompts #648

The League gets incredibly concerned that their main tech mechanic, Danny Fenton, has instances of his heart or breathing randomly stopping. His skin is cold as ice and his skin is deathly pale.

Danny didn’t realize that the League doesn’t look at hiring applications. If they did they would have seen that he put being a half ghost on his resume.