#protective murderous Jazz my love

[chaos-bringer-13]

Jazz's little. Her parents are super cool. They're ghost hunters! It sounds like something from a movie about future and scientists and supernatural beings and cool-looking tech. They have cool-looking tech at home. It's even cooler than tech in the movies.

Jazz also has a little brother. He's stupid but he's hers, and she will protect him from anything. Her brother is very small, he needs someone to protect him and teach him about the world.

She knows about the world. She understands their parents much better than him, and she can tell her brother when they shouldn't be distracted. She knows when they're upset and irritable, and she knows when they're too excited and being near them is dangerous because of all the inventions.

Jazz does a very good job keeping her little brother safe.

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Jazz goes to school. Her teachers say that she's very smart, the best student in class, and very mature. Her parents are proud of her - when she manages to distract them from ghosts. Her brother is still kinda stupid and doesn't know how to properly fight food, but she's always there to protect him, because that's what older sisters do.

Her classmates seem to think that she's weird though. Some of them say mean things and call her a teacher's pet and a show-off. Jazz isn't sure why they think so because she's always trying to be friendly but maybe she's doing something wrong. She goes to the school library and finds a book about people and their communication.

It's a very interesting book.

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Jazz is almost a teen. She's gotten better at communicating with people. The school library ran out of psychology books, and Jazz now has to go to the city library but that's fine. Human brain fascinates her.

She's been feeling like something is wrong about her though. She even thought that she was going crazy for a little bit. That probably wasn't true because she didn't match any symptoms but she was still worried.

Someone told her that being so good at lying and faking face expressions is not okay. That's probably not true, Jazz is pretty sure almost everyone can do that. Or maybe she's just being a prodigy again. It's a very good thing to be able to do after all. She can hide her emotions from her family when she's feeling sad. She wouldn't want to worry them, would she?

She'll have to research it.

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Jazz is a teen. She now knows that her parents aren't actually that good. It's something that was really hard to accept but it did explain everything. Her parents are kinda bad at being parents, and they also don't really listen when she tries to explain it to them.

It's okay. She's almost an adult and Danny has her. She can take care of herself and her brother.

She learns everything she can about being a parent and a therapist and tries to use her knowledge. It's hard, but she's a Fenton, which means that she's very smart and determined. She pushes through, and trains on her classmates and herself.

In the evening she writes about her feelings in a journal. It's very important to be aware of her feelings because that's the first step to dealing with them.

She's experiencing sadness. And anger, actually, even though she doesn't like to admit that.

She writes "this family is a fucking mess" in her journal and then covers the paper with ink until the sentence is absolutely unreadable.

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Jazz is sixteen, and her stupid parents opened the stupid portal, which means that they're even worse than usual. It's pretty much okay when they're just stuck in their stupid lab, making some stupid weapons. It's not that okay when they're out of the stupid lab, because they get their stupid inventions all over the stupid house, and stupid food comes to life, and she has to protect Danny from both their stupid weapons and stupid hotdogs, and oh god everything is so stupid.

She's experiencing anger.

She's also acting perfectly calm and almost cheerfully.

Jazz hates how perfect her fake smile is in the mirror.

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Jazz is seventeen. She wants to put her headphones on and listen to some loud music. Jazz can't do that, because she gets anxious if she can't hear what's happening around her. She needs to be fully aware of her surroundings because she needs to be able to protect herself and her brother if weapons against ghosts become weapons against children again.

She thinks that it's not okay.

The house smells of ectoplasm, so she'll be extra careful when opening the fridge.

She thinks that she shouldn't know how ectoplasm smells.

Jazz should probably also warn Danny: her little brother's gotten better at fighting food but doesn't notice the smell of ectoplasm. Funny, considering his ghost sense.

Funny, considering that her brother is a half-ghost.

That her brother died.

That she failed at protecting him after all.

Jazz stops breathing to prevent herself from crying, and doesn't need oxygen for a few minutes too long.

Maybe she failed at protecting herself too.

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Jazz is turning eighteen next month. Her parents are all of a sudden more attentive and caring, as if that can change their almost-absence during her whole life. She doesn't like their attention because she doesn't know how to deal with it. She doesn't even really think of them as parents anymore.

She thinks of them as a threat.

Once she's eighteen, she's gonna try to move out, and she's going to take Danny with her because it's not safe to leave him here. Maybe after she gets a good job and saves some money, she'll even get into therapy.

Jazz thinks that she needs therapy.

She's been having Bad Thoughts lately, and she doesn't write them down in her journal. Jazz stopped writing anything in there ever since she found out that Danny is a ghost. She just couldn't risk anyone finding that journal.

Jazz isn't sure if she should call those Bad Thoughts intrusive. They scare her, and they're Bad, but it could be just her normal thought process.

It's still definitely not normal.

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Jazz is eighteen. Her parents are very excited, whispering to each other about how they found a perfect present for her, some surprise that she's gonna love.

She doesn't care.

Her little brother is late from school, and it's weird, because he was also super excited about giving her his present.

She's worried.

Her parents brush off her concern, say that Danny probably just got distracted talking with his friends. They don't listen when she says that Danny wouldn't get distracted like that on her birthday because he's not them, he actually cares about her, he doesn't forget her birthdays, and something has to be wrong for him to be that late.

They don't listen to her at all.

She's angry.

Her parents are excited and talk loudly about how they wanted to find a perfect gift for their favourite daughter, and how they managed to do it because they love her so much. She hates when they're excited. It only leads to problems.

They bring her to the lab because of course they do, why would they make a gift that is normal and isn't kept in the lab, right? They usher her in, so obviously proud of themselves.

She hates them.

And she hates them much, much more the next second, because the gift is her little brother in his ghost form, strapped to a table, unconscious and injured, and the smell of ectoplasm is strong in the lab because of his green blood dripping on the floor.

There's a cold part of her that analyses her feelings and tells her what emotions she's experiencing, and that part is very aware of thick black smoke of wrath twirling and twisting under her skin. It's suffocating, and she stops breathing as it invisibly fills her lungs, scared of letting it out.

There's a perfectly fake part of her that keeps the smile on her face as her parents gush about how hard it was to catch the ecto-scum, and what they can do to it - together with Jazz because they wanted to share this with their amazing daughter.

Jazz is black smoke of rage under perfect glass of calmness when she grabs Fenton anti-creep stick. The smile she learned to fake under any circumstances doesn't falter when Jazz brings the baseball bat down on her father's head. It grows a little bit wider when she hits her mother, because Jazz learned to smile brighter when she's hurt or sad or scared or angry - experiencing any "bad" emotion actually.

Jazz is angry when she grabs her weapon.

Jazz is furious when she kills her parents.

Jazz is worried when she checks her brother's wounds.

Jazz feels nothing when she rigs the portal to blow, walks out of the house and presses the button.

She is her parents' genius daughter after all, and she did listen when they were telling her about their inventions. Maybe it would have taken longer to do, but she had Bad Thoughts, and they probably weren't just intrusive after all, because she did what they told her and made it very easy to make a bomb out of a portal. Just in case. Her parents were a threat, and Jazz was smart enough to prepare to dealing with threats, and she was smart enough to make it look like the threats dealt with themselves.

She really hoped she wouldn't have to use that button though.

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Jazz is nineteen. Her sort-of-friends at uni offer to go to a restaurant, and she tells them that she doesn't celebrate her birthdays. There's a noise of all of them saying that maybe she should try, noise that she really should have expected, because humans are always so excited about any holidays, it's hard for them to understand that someone might not like them. It's not hard to stop that noise though. They shut up very quickly when Jazz says that she had "a very traumatic event" on her birthday.

Good. She doesn't like loud people.

Jazz goes home to her little brother. He's sad because his parents died in an awful explosion a year ago. He's still trying to smile because it's also her birthday, and Jazz is very happy that he's bad at faking a smile.

It means that he won't end up like her.

Jazz hugs her little brother, and he gives her a little present that she adores, and then they sit in silence and eat some takeout. It's very nice.

She never tells Danny that their parents died before the explosion, and that the explosion wasn't an accident, and that their ghosts did form after that because of all the ecto-contamination they had, but she made sure this wouldn't become a problem. She never tells him what she's done, because that would hurt her little brother, and she would never let anything hurt him.

Jazz will protect her little brother from anything.

[racke7]

De-aged and injured Danny

Danny is found out by his parents. They don't take it well.

Clockwork is very upset about this, because he'd gambled on almost-certain odds of them being chill about it. So now he has to run damage-control before this very unlikely time-line goes even further off the deep end.

Unfortunately, Danny needs to be in the living world, not the Infinite Realms. Which means that Clockwork needs to put Danny somewhere safe. Somewhere where nobody will find him.

And double-unfortunately, the only place that remotely fits this bill is to contact Lady Gotham.

City-spirits aren't... super-reliable. They're Neverborns who very very rarely consider "humanoid shapes" worth figuring out. So they just kind of... exist. An ectoplasmic presence that's undeniable, but also extremely difficult to have a conversation with.

Thankfully, Lady Gotham is (for all of her... quirks) generally very hero-aligned. Which is why she's the best one to ask for sanctuary for Danny.

Danny who Clockwork de-aged as a way to "limit his injuries" of being vivisected.

Lady Gotham agrees, but she only has one "safe place" to put him. And her Knight is a little bit too paranoid for her to just dump an injured child in his lair, without causing more trouble than it's worth.

But it's hardly a difficult thing, to arrange a few things, and place Danny in a spot where his injuries will cause her Knight to hurry to his aid.

Such as... in a room filled with medical equipment, right next door to where Joker has just lost a fight with Batman.

Things escalate somewhat when Batman finds him and makes some assumptions about what Joker has been up to. Tempers run a bit high, someone loses a few extra teeth, someone else has to physically drag Bruce off Joker's body before he beats him to death, and the Joker considers the whole thing a grand old laugh (he has no idea what's going on, but it sure pissed off Batty, and that's always a treat).

Of course, the Batfam has to actually investigate the scene, evacuate Danny, give Danny medical aid, and then also ask Danny about what happened.

Danny wakes up and is very confused about a lot of things.

He's no longer being vivisected. Great. Love that part.

He's somewhere he doesn't recognize (the Batcave). Could be good, could be bad. At least the bed is pretty nice?

He's very small. This feels like a personal attack. He might not have gotten a good growth-spurt yet, but taking away what he had is cruel and unusual.

And there's a weirdo in an... armored bat-costume? Who isn't setting off his ghost-sense? What the hell kind of "normal" person wears something like that?

Still, Danny does answer the questions that Batman asks him, because... well, there's a green post-it-note in his pocket that says he shouldn't lie.

So Danny tells Batman about his parents cutting him up "for science". And Batman hears that the Joker somehow managed to hire two mad scientists who (upon the tiniest bit of suggestion from the Joker, who'd definitely seen the similarities between Danny and Jason and thought it would be a "funny prank") had leapt at the opportunity to vivisect their own son.

This is definitely worrying, because from the phrasing, they'd been "wanting to do it for a long time". And considering Danny's slow heartbeat and low body-temperature? They'd been wanting to do it because he was a meta.

So, somewhere out there (the Bats had found no trace of the two) were two deranged lunatics who wanted to cut open metas to "see how they worked".

Batman does the very reasonable thing and actually contacts the rest of the Justice League with their descriptions, just in case they'd managed to leave Gotham before the Bats had tracked them down.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP #33

InDependent Together

Imagine dis…

I’ve seen the interactions between Danny and the Batfam. I have seen him have either good or bad interactions with different DC characters, whether he is in his ghost form or not. I’ve seen how Danny is either angry at the world or angry at his brother aka Damian for killing him all for the title of the heir, and how happy and relieved he is to find his brother outside of the reach of the demon head.

But I haven’t seen much of Danny and a semi-redempted Vlad in a toxic relationship.

…

Gotham, a place where the worst of the worst came to live. Where gunshots and screams of murder are something out of the norm. A group of vigilantes made their way to the heart of the city, where despite all of its dirt and grimness, they still tried and loved this city.

Here comes Danny Fenton and Vlad Masters, who moved in the same neighborhood as the Wayne’s. Now Danny is under the guardianship of Vlad, why you ask? It's because a different tragedy occurred. If the explosion at the Nasty Burger was caused by his cheating on a test, now it was something so mundane that Danny didn’t know if Clockwork didn’t see the event due to it. His aunt also died in another freak accident and he sometimes wondered if he tempted faith too much ever since his accident.

 Having no choice he was placed with Vlad as his legal guardian, he wasn’t too keen on the idea but he saw Vlad slowly trying to redeem himself so instead of running away he chose to stay.

…

Vlad is both ecstatic and still in grief at what happened in a month. He was trying to be better, he was making progress to be able to go back to their dynamic when they were still in college. Just maybe this time it will include Danny and Jazz, but tragedy stuck, after months of hard work and compromises it all went down the drain. He was in the middle of his grief when a social worker knocked on his door to inquire about Daniel’s guardianship, which stunned Vlad because he would have thought that the boy had already run away or told the social worker himself that he didn’t want to be placed with him.

The social worker informed Vlad that Danny’s aunt had met her demise as a form of house invasion gone wrong. With no one else to care for the teen, the social worker went to the godfather of the child seeing that the teen that they are in charge with seems to be still dissociating ever since they looked for his aunt. Poor kid, the social worker thought, losing all of your family and friends in a single day. They just hoped that the kid would be taken care of and slowly heal with his godfather.

…

They moved across states to heal, to get far away from the town that seemingly only did was to take and take from the two. Vlad is gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turn white, his obsession, the one he is too afraid of, and his primary. It kept yelling at him at the back of his head. Maddie Fenton, Power & wealth, and lastly Daniel Fenton are the secondary obsessions that he often shows, but he has another obsession a primary one that is something he kept hidden out of fear of being shattered, family, something he thought to create with Maddie back when they were in college. Vlad can feel it, the way his mind and instincts are all yelling, screaming at him to protect the last thread of his sanity and existence who is watching idly at the trees as they drive by.

By all that's left of my sanity, I swear to protect you, Daniel my Little Badger, at any cost. Nothing will stand in the way of keeping you safe.

…

Danny is also recalling past events, despite having protection as his secondary obsession a part of him broke, and he tried to prevent this event in his life. He thought the ghost of time that he saw as a grandfather would have helped him to avoid it. Didn’t he already avoid such tragedy, fight his future self and win? But in the end, it was still meant to be.

So now, his young core latched onto the last remaining member of his known family. If his past self could see him now, he would call him fraternizing with the fruit loop. He didn’t care, just the thought of Vlad just having a mere paper cut made him go near the edge or even turning feral.

With everyone gone, you're all I have left, Vlad. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter how desperate things get, even if I have to turn into something more than Dan.

Both Vlad and Danny’s eyes began to glow an eery shade of blue and red as they both silently swore to themselves to protect the other no matter the cost. Both fell into a deep pit of promises and oaths.

…

The moment they settle down in Gotham Vlad, Vlad controls Daniel’s every movement, constantly controls Danny's life, deciding who he can befriend despite going to Gotham Academy Vlad begins insisting that the kids that attend the school are suddenly not good enough for Danny, something past him would like to have. Where Danny can go, and what Vlad can do to protect Danny from phantom threats emphasizing they now live in Gotham where every step they take is another crime on the tally. As a result, Danny becomes overly reliant on Vlad's advice and is concerned about making decisions without his approval. He puts himself in perilous circumstances to protect Danny, which causes shame and guilt-tripping.

Especially the last time they went out, they were held hostage by the Joker. Thinking that Danny was a Wayne. Vlad immediately went feral, without outing himself, and killed the men who held him down and brutally filled the clown with lead as he dared to hold Danny in such a way that might trigger his past trauma.

..

But Vlad isn't the only one who uses such tactics, Danny also starts to use underhand methods to gain Vlad’s attention and care for himself. Danny manipulates Vlad by stressing his vulnerabilities and emphasizing the necessity for protection. Danny with tears in his eyes recounts Vlad’s past schemes as a means to exploit Vlad's guilt and pity, forcing him to give in to Danny’s demands for attention. Danny instigates crisis circumstances, falsely promises transformation, and presents himself as a victim. Danny began to expect continual attention and validation, leaving Vlad increasingly reliant on being the only one to praise Danny. Finally, Danny dupes Vlad into offering financial assistance by inflating his demands or creating expenses associated with his human activities within their home.

Danny was relieved when he was chosen to be the main hostage instead of Vlad, but the moment Vlad began to go on feral just to save him. Danny’s little heart began to break, is he not strong enough to protect Vlad? What if he broke something… what if he suffered a heart attack?

Thoughts kept spiraling in Danny’s head as he had that vacant look ever since he saw Vlad throw the first punch to the nearest goon.

…

A QUICK FLASHBACK ON THE POV OF THE BATFAM

The Wayne manor began the morning with a buzzing of news that a new family is moving into the same street at Wayne’s Outsiders if you must. At first, they didn’t mind their new neighbors' quietness but something felt wrong every time they went for a walk or near that house, unfortunately, some cases needed their full attention than a quiet family that seemed to keep it to themselves.

It all came crashing down when The Joker, The prince of crime, met Danny, whom he held hostage thinking that he was a new Wayne. Vlad, the defender, and godfather, who was also there, witnessed his only and last godchild being held hostage by something/ someone he has a traumatic response and history. Brutally killed the Joker out of rage, startling even the most sinister corners of Gotham. The Batfamily confronted Vlad at his mansion and began interrogating him that he was dangerous and that Danny could not stay with him.

Danny stood between Vlad and the Batfamily, his ghostly aura radiating protecting energy. Danny, observing this, asked that they stay away from Vlad. The Batclan continued their efforts to reach Danny, bringing in various people to tell him what normal dynamics should be. Alfred, Barbara, Tim, and Jason attempted to relate to him, but Danny rejected them, his ghostly core erupting with intense protectiveness.

…

Vlad watched with triumph and dread, already knowing that Danny's loyalty would lead to a cycle of dependency on him. However, he didn't want to stop, as Danny was with HIM, and he was HIS.

The family of vigilantes, aware of the slow and painful process of breaking the toxic bond with Vlad, continued to reach out, hoping that one day Danny would understand that true family is about love and support.

For the time being, Danny, now Masters, stayed in the shadows of Gotham, imprisoned in his mind and house, both his mind and heart torn between desperate need for Vlad.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: Here’s another long one… And I got impatient in posting this one, so enjoy!

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Good Fenton parents AU where Danny finds Ellie before Vlad can like, speed grow her, puts two and two together when this three month old girl he found in Vlads basement opens her eyes and rushes back home with her, breaks down, and tells his parents everything. Angry does not even begin to describe how they feel, and after comforting Danny and making sure he knows they love him, they’ll never hurt him or his new daughter, and reassure him they’ll handle things from here. Jack goes with Danny and Jazz to pick up baby stuff, and Maddie breaks into the Watchtower. She forces her way into a meeting with the Batman, and explains the situation quickly. She tells him, “If you don’t deal with this, then I will. The only reason I’m not dealing with it right now is because my son begged me not to become a murderer.”

Batman obviously agrees to help, not only because he’s always had a bad feeling about Vlad Masters, but because Maddie made it seem like Vlad rapped her underage trans son. While the Fentons get a nursery set up, the Batfam looks into Masters and Amity Park and do not like what they find. Everything they uncover just makes the situation look worse and worse.

Batfam: Finding out about the GIW, Vlad Masters mind control ability, the literal spirits of the undead that not only ruthlessly fight the child vigilante but also seemed to hate Masters and will stop fighting Phantom and start protecting him whenever Masters comes around, discovering that Phantom literally died and came back to life and now seems to be a bridge between the two worlds

Fentons: building a crib, deciding a name for the baby, throwing eggs at Vlads house, showing the baby to rouges and friends, Danny feeling safe and happy that his parents love his despite his ghost half, Jack and Maddie happy to have a grandchild and actual information about the Ghost Zone, Jazz happy she won’t have to choose between her brother and parents, rouges are happy to have another baby around

[bones4thecats]

Tfa Blurr x fembot reader, where both are married and the reader is pregnant, Blurr says goodbye to the reader before going to Earth, where he promises to return, but when Shockwave cubes Blurr and throws him away to the trash, Longarm in his version goes to Blurr's house where the reader was cleaning, where Longarm later tries to court the reader, since before Longarm/Shockwave was in love with the reader, but the reader does not accept it and tells him She asks him to leave the house, but he transforms into Shockwave and kidnaps her, but after the Decepticons are arrested, they rescue the reader and take him to Cybertron but where they tell him the news what happened to Blurr, where he reader becomes sad but promises to protect the unborn baby, but where Sari accidentally falls into the garbage container, there she finds Blurr in Cube and realizes that he is still alive, and tries to take him to repair him later.The container begins to light up but they are rescued by Arcce and other bots, where they later restore Blurr, where he is no longer a cube, everyone is happy, but Blurr remembers the reader, and goes to look for it, that was until Sari says that the Reader is in the hospital because she is in labor, where Blurr goes to the Hospital, where he meets Reader again and meets his newborn Sparkling, Blurr apologizes to the reader for not returning, but the reader is just happy that her husband is back and just hugs him, where the two go to the prison so that Blurr can see Shockwave , then Blurr retires and ends up spending time with the reader and with Sparkling walking on the streets of Cybertron

TFA! Blurr Seeing His S/O and Their Son

Character: Blurr (Transformers Animated) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: I was adding your tag just above and found out you were my second-most recommended tag, just below marina-havik, who requests a lot of Twisted Wonderland things. Just thought that was funny, hope you like this! Also, just wanted to add, please shorten your requests next time, like hand me the gist of the idea. But, it is an amazing idea, ngl! ⚠️ Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of attempted murder, war, kidnapping, non-consensual physical touch (hugs, etc.), mutilation, trauma, rumors of raising a child alone, and labor ⚠️

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╚═════ Blurr ═════════════════════════════════╝

💨 Ever since the day you found out you were carrying, you were quite frankly beyond nervous. Were you going to be a good carrier? Was this child going to be raised correctly? How was Blurr going to react when you told him?

💨 Surprisingly, yet not at the same time, Blurr stopped talking mid-sentence when you showed him the evidence of your predicament. And while he normally would just nod at others, the speedy mech smiled joyfully and spun you around, speaking nearly twice as fast as normal about how happy he was for you both

💨 Despite your carriage, Blurr did still have work to do with the Elite Guard. He was their fastest member and best deliverer of news after all. So, while his days off were few and far-between, he did always spend as much time as he could around you. Heck, he even stopped by in between delivering some findings to Longarm Prime so he could see you and your growing offspring

💨 But, for the past couple of orbital periods (days), he hadn't shown up. He hadn't called you or come to swing by like he normally did. It was honestly scaring you beyond everything you could imagine a Cybertronian War veteran going through

💨 Pushing through the pain of realizing your sparkmate was most likely not coming back, since he possibly got harmed on either the way to or from Cybertron to Earth, you continued to come by the Elite Guard's headquarters, visiting your old friends. Though you were closest with Jazz

💨 Blurr was always on your mind. And how could he not be? You loved him beyond any other Cybertronian you had ever met. He couldn't ever not defeat someone in competition for your love. Especially when that someone was Longarm Prime, your longtime friend

💨 Longarm was supportive of both you and Blurr, showing his care for you throughout your growth of bringing a youngling into the world like many before you. But the way the Cybertronian showed it... it was just off from his normal behavior... and I mean WAY off

💨 One day you were speaking to Cliffjumper, who just so happened to be Longarm's receptionist, and you laughed as he told a funny story about him and this sparkling he had come across a few cycles (years) before and how he had kicked him in the shin and laughed at his pain

"I swear that little thing was bound to be some kind of bounty hunter. No normal sparkling laughs at someone's pain like that!" He laughed.

"Excuse me, you two. But, may I speak to Y/N in my office really quick. It's quite important." Longarm interrupted kindly, his gentle smile and understanding eyes making you nod and say your goodbyes to the red mech.

💨 As the sound of his office doors closed behind you both, you noticed how the aura in the room changed. What was once wholesome and kind, was now creepy and full of uncertainty. It was honestly making you scared of the mech

"Y/N. I'm sure you know why I asked you in here." He began.

"My sparkling...?" You asked curiously, just now noticing how much taller the mech was than you.

"Correct. Now, we all know that Blurr's disappearance took quite the toll on you. And I know for certain that raising a sparkling on your lonesome has got to be one of the scariest, yet strongest, things you could ever do." He continued, "But, as you and Blurr's old friend, I do not wish that kind of strain on you."

💨 Watching as he strolled around you and began to rest a servo on your shoulder, you slightly flinched, what was he saying? So you asked

"What I am saying is that... well- I have adored you for many cycles. Maybe it's love maybe I'm just protective over you. But, I would like to give this, give us, a chance. You understand, yes?"

"W-what? You've gotta be joking. You're joking right?"

"This would be a rather unfunny joke if it was." That right there made you flinch in fear. You have heard many stories from other carriers about their sparkling's sires being quite horrible if delivered bitter news.

"Y/N. Be mine."

"What?! No! My loyalty stays in Blurr till death does us both part!" You said, pulling yourself away from his touch. He had zero right to be hugging you the same way that your sparkmate once did.

"Fine then. I guess I'll have to make you mine." In a flash, you noticed Longarm's features become far different.

💨 His legs became longer and slightly thinner while his arms grew far beyond their normal length, ending with three large spear-like digits. His helm then changed, going from a calm-Autobot leader to a completely vacant black rectangle with a single glowing red optic and a dual set of antler-shaped prongs on his helm's sides

💨 He then raised his servo, and you were out like the care you had for the thought-to-be-Autobot

»–•–«

💨 The sound of pede-steps made you open your own optics, adjusting them at the major amount of light and trying to make sure your hearing wasn't going to explode from the loud noises surrounding you

"Wake up! Wake up, Autobot!"

"Lugnut, be calm." A familiar voice said.

"Why should I?! They could pose a massive threat against Lord Megatron!"

"Heavily doubtful, Lugnut."

💨 As you looked around you, you could see that there were multiple Decepticons. Ranging from the Second-In-Command Starscream, to well-known soldiers like the explosive-creating Lugnut

💨 You flinched as Shockwave kneeled in front of you and began to graze one of his digits against your cheek, making you glare at him and almost bit his said limb off

"Well, they're quite fierce." Blitzwing said, his face-plate transitioning going from his cold-blue to a black one with a spiky-mouthed (intake) red one.

"Get melted in the Allspark."

"Put them in chains. I don't need to listen to such nonsense."

"Yes, Lord Megatron."

»–•–«

💨 As you were resting from the long day of being alone in the specialized room for you, you could hear multiple sets of footsteps, which sounded like running and tackling coming from the inner parts of the cave

"Put your servos in the air!" A mech yelled, causing you to look up in shock.

"Y/N! Oh sweet Primus, are you alright in there?"

"...Sentinel?"

"Undo the cage. Now!" He yelled back at his fellow Elite Guard members.

💨 Sentinel then ran inside the room before picking you up and beginning to run as fast as his legs could take him back to the ship so you could get back to Cybertron as quickly as possible for a medical check

"Thank you... Sentinel."

"It's nothing, Y/N. Now, get them back to a Cybertronian Hospital immediately."

»–•–«

☆ (I have zero clue how they would deliver a sparkling in Transformers like this, so I made my own way that makes sense to me)

💨 A few miles away from the hospital you were delivered to after you felt your sparkling begin coming into the world, the young half-Cybertronian, half-human, Sari Sumdac, was digging through a scrap-container

💨 As she stood up from the large scraps, she noticed that a busted up cube of Cybertronian metal began to glow. And after a long, and very detailed story that I am far to lazy to write about, the speedy mech was reestablished in his own form by the Allspark

"Thank you so much, Sari."

"No problem, Blurr!" She answered.

"You might wanna get going though." Arcee said over the duo, making everyone in the vicinity looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Y/N had your sparkling. You might wanna get going, the hospitals 16 kliks away."

💨 Blurr's optics widened as the others motioned for him to get his metallic behind on a move on. He then stood, nodded quickly and literally became his titular name, a blur, and ran towards the hospital you were at

💨 As he stopped running at the door, he quickly asked the nurse where you were at. Thankfully, he saw your doctor and asked where you were, since he was used to his quick speech more than the rookie-nurse

"They're back here. Follow me." He said.

💨 As Blurr walked, holding his speed back a lot, he smile as he saw your resting figure there. Your arms wrapped securely around your sparkling, a tiny mech matching him, though his spikes were a lot smoother than Blurr's

"I'll leave you two alone." The doctor said, walking away.

💨 Smiling at your resting form, Blurr stepped closer to you, preparing his speak for when you awoke from your labor-driven power-down

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 23: never as lost

"I'm not ashamed to own my pain, never as lost but I found my way, always knew I'd show my scars one day." -Black Sheep by Dorothy

Regent Masterlist A03 Mundane Macabre Part 22

Jason could keep a secret from his family, that was a given, but he would sooner let Titus use him as a chew toy before he kept something so wonderful from his grandfather. 

It was as if Gotham herself felt his happiness, the shadows embraced him with warmth where there should have been fingers dragging down his spine. No, it seemed the Lady of the city he loved was happy for him too. 

(He loved the Lady, for all she sacrificed to bring him back.) 

(Without the pit clouding his mind, he could find it in himself to be grateful for his chance at life.) 

He wanted to scream the news from the rooftops. 

His love, his soulmate, is having their baby. 

A blend of the two of them- Jason’s fortitude, Jazz’s strength of will. Her determination to protect those she loves, the lengths she would go to made him ache with his love for her. 

That wasn’t to say that they were without fault, no they were flawed beings that would make mistakes in the future. But Jason knew in his bones that any kid of his would be offered the chance to make mistakes without a fatal outcome. To be a kid before having to grow up. A luxury so few got to have. 

Jason decided to call Alfred, unwilling to leave Jazz for longer than he had to. She wasn’t ready to leave her haunt quite yet. 

The private line rang once, twice, three times before the familiar accent answered.

“Wayne Manor.” 

“Hey Alf.” 

“Master Jason! It is good to hear your voice.” 

“You too, Alf.” Jason paused for a second, giddiness bubbling up in his chest before he squashed it down, “I have some great news, but the bats can’t know just yet.” 

“I will not share whatever it is you wish to tell me.” 

Oh yes, his grandfather was the greatest man he would ever know. 

(Suck it Bruce.) 

Jason let the giddiness rise up, just a little, “I’m gonna be a dad.” 

There was a gasp on the other end, “Oh Master Jason that’s wonderful news! Congratulations!” 

“Thanks Alf. I wanted you to know before everyone else.” 

“Thank you Master Jason, I’m honored.” 

“I’ll let everyone else know soon, but it’s not safe right now. I’ll keep you updated, but I have to get back to Jazz. Love you,  Alf.” 

“Love you too, my boy. Whatever you need-“ 

“I have your number memorized. Bye Alf.” 

“Goodbye, Master Jason.” 

She hadn’t been able to hold down much food, morning sickness striking with a vengeance now that she’d been forced out of her cluelessness. 

When Jason stepped outside for a minute to call his grandfather, Jazz had tried to choke down some yogurt to no avail, but it only made her retch into the sink. Jason tied her hair back and made her sit on the couch with her favorite blanket as he made her some soup, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he moved to the kitchen. 

It was…domestic. 

(She wouldn’t say that their lives together hadn’t been domestic, but it was in the way two vigilantes could orbit around one another.)

(They were two halves of a whole.) 

(Both vengeance and protection.) 

Their child would be born of the most liminal being in existence, the Regent bearing the Crown, but would its fragile heart be able to bear the burden of liminality? 

It would break hers if she lost the life she now carried. 

Perhaps she was meant to be pregnant now, to defy the odds she’d been given, if only to bridge the gap between her existence as Danny’s protector and as her own person. A person who would be a mother to a child born to a couple who had blood dripping off their hands- maternal grandparents murdered to protect their uncle Danny. Paternal grandfather a Kevlar-clad vigilante who was born into tragedy. 

(Perhaps, she and Bruce had something in common.)

(Other than Jason, of course.)

Jason had the sin of the Pit weigh on his soul, held down down down by rocks in his gut to the bottom of the harbor. A bright soul meant for more than what he had been given. In another life, Jason might’ve been a different man. Not better or worse- different in all aspects, all his rough edges that she loved. 

(If she can love his broken parts, why couldn’t he love hers too?)

(He did.) 

No amount of redemption could ever wash away the blood. It was a fact they would have to contend with for the rest of their lives. 

(In another life, Jason Todd would never meet Batman in that alley.) 

(He would never die at the hands of the clown.) 

(He would find his faith in the Catholic Church.)

(Father Jason.) 

(He would never meet Jasmine Nightingale.) 

(Not better or worse.) 

(Just different.)

“…about seven, eight weeks along.” 

If Jazz did the mental math, she would come to the conclusion that her child had been conceived on the same day the Anti-Ecto Acts had been demolished. 

However, this wouldn’t come until far later in the day as both Jazz and Jason watched, enraptured, by the strange black and white image on the monitor. 

Their child. 

The undeniable mix of two souls, two vigilantes, two death-claimed- was visible right there. 

If Jason hadn’t been squeezing her hand in an iron grip, Jazz would’ve convinced herself she had fallen prey to a Dijon. Her buried dream of a family, of children, rested underneath her heart safe and sound. 

“Alright mom and dad, got some pictures printing out. We’ll see you back here in a month for another checkup, alright?” The nurse gently prodded the couple, a knowing smile on her face as she walked them back to the waiting room. 

A month. Four weeks. Jazz would be eleven or twelve months along. 

This was really happening.

With how toned Jazz’s frame was, given her rigorous training and vigilante schedules, any differences to her body was rather noticeable. 

She had to be in shape for the armor to fit properly, because it was crucial for her vital organs to be protected. 

With her pregnancy about to surpass the second month a small slightly curved bump had been her reward. Just above her waistline and obvious to a trainee eye, Jazz had taken to wearing her least restrictive clothing around the apartment. When in the presence of others (bar Jason), her layers were doubled using the approaching winter season as a reasonable excuse. 

As for Jason, he had been supportive of Jazz’s choice to wait until the second trimester to reveal the pregnancy to their loved ones. 

(Jazz had heard Jason on the phone with his pseudo-grandfather.)

(She had no qualms with him telling the patriarch he respected so much.) 

It had taken Danny walking into the living room a few days after her appointment for him to know. 

His head cocked to the side as he came to a standstill, a confused look on his face as he appeared to be listening intensely to whatever had caught his attention so suddenly. 

“Danny?” Jazz sleepily called, book open on her chest where she’d fallen asleep reading it. She stretched out her limbs from where she’d been laying across the couch, taking a moment to rub at her sleep-encrusted eyes before focusing on her little brother. 

The teenager in question offered no sign of having heard his sister, his gaze stuck to the far wall as his head remained cocked to one side. 

“What’s wrong?” Jazz asked, moving to stand, but Danny stopped her with a fervent ‘shh’ motion. 

Shrugging, Jazz leaned back into the couch and sighed. Late night patrols were not the best idea with a passenger leeching energy. Should she still be patrols  by? Probably not, but she wasn’t going out unarmed or un-armored- short of driving a tank, Jazz was as protected as she could be and the Ridge needed to see her out and about alongside Phantom before they got any funny ideas. 

Danny’s neck made a sickening sound as his head snapped towards her direction.  “What the fuck is that.”

[A/N: Happy Holidays! This ended up a lot longer than I intended so I cut it off right with Danny there. Its not quite angst, but the undercurrent is there, but way subtle. (If you haven't picked up on the "mix of the two" hints...) Anyways, the next part will be a while, considering I'm working on a new one-shot I promised for 700 followers and I rewrote the ending of Regent again. If I don't post for Christmas, consider this your present. Stay safe out there and keep warm!] Thanks for reading!

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Dannymay 2023. Day 7. Weapon. DPXDC.

The Justice League is trying to figure out Danny’s identity, and he’s not happy about it.

~Words hurt more than weapons~

~~~

Wonder Woman: You’re bound by the Lasso of Truth. No more chance of hiding secrets, ghost.

Danny: Are you kidding me?

Batman: Who are you, Phantom?

Danny: "I am a 400-foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings."

Captain Marvel: Wow, you don’t see many Fire Nation princesses these days.

Danny: Hm, at least someone with good taste here.

Danny: Have you even read the Fenton articles? Batman? Anyone? No? Remember. Ghosts will always find a way to lie. Your ribbon has no power over me.

~~~

Danny: ..I have a few words for you too, Batsy. Martha says hi. And she wants you to know that " ..if I see a damn clown in the immediate vicinity of one of my grandchildren or if I find out that you or any of the family are on patrol with broken bones, I’ll spank you as soon as I meet you on the other side. Obey Alfred. With love, Mother."

Flash:..Batman, why are you so pale?

Batman: Someone sprayed the fear toxin. Check the ventilation.

Flash:..

~~~

Superman: Stop it! Listen..

Phantom: I liked you when I was a kid, you know? They say it’s better to never meet your idols. Now I see it's truth.

Superman: You shouldn't be doing this alone. We can help you.

Danny: What makes you think I need your help? Don’t be a hypocrite. Why don’t you take off your glasses at the Daily Planet office? And why do you think that you can tell me what to do with my secret identity?

Danny: Don’t worry, I’m dead but my family is fine. I’m not like you, Big Blue. I will not sacrifice the people I love for my murderous secret.

Superman: What are you talking about?

Phantom: Don’t play dumb. In the land of the dead, people like to talk about the past, you know. You told Jonathan he wasn’t your father, and then you didn’t even try to save him. It’s cruel. But you can be happy, Jonathan doesn’t blame you for his death. I do.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Superman: I.. I listened to what he said. He was trying to protect me.

Danny: So, how does it feel? Letting him die in front of you, knowing you could have saved him? Do you blame youself?

Superman: How dare you.

Danny: Of course, you do. Because no matter how many lives Superman saves, the most important one to you..You’ll never got it back. Afraid of being a lab rat? Superman is not special. I am not special too. 

Danny: Don’t look down at me just because you have more experience behind you. Revealing my identity should be my choice, not yours.

~~~~

Danny: Stay out of my grave. *turns to Batman* You should stay away from your son’s grave too. Leave the past behind.

~Hairstyle. Sharp tongue. Physique. This Insolence.~

Batman: Jason?

Danny: Wrong ghost, old man.

Batman: ...You’re the one who said a ghost would always find a way to lie.

Danny: Pride and prejudice! *shit, I’m starting to swear like Mr.Lancer, It’s time to finish my english essay.*  I’m not your Robin. Sorry bout that.

~Jane Austen? No hint more obvious. Jay doesn’t want to deal with the League? Well, Bruce doesn’t mind playing along.~

Batman: I understand.

Danny: Thank Ancients! Anyway, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.

~~~

Tucker: Wow, Danny, when we told you to take care about the League, we thought you’d do it, like, without turning all of them against you.

Danny: Not all of them. And I didn’t do anything wrong. We talked.

Jazz: Danny, believe me, sometimes a conversation with you can cause more damage to your enemies than your ectoblasts.

Sam: Not just to them. Sometimes I also feel like his ideas are melting my brain.

Danny: Hey! Actually, you should be on my side.

Sam: We should?

Danny: Never mind. But if JL set foot in Amity Park I will sic on Wonder Woman her grandfather.

Tucker: But her Grandfather is Kronos. He’s a creep, trying to eat all his kids. Where do you even know such a monster from?

Clockwork *puts a cup of tea on the table and coughs to attract attention*.

Tucker: Wait a minute...

Tucker: Oh mY GOd, Mr. CLocKWoRk I’m sO SorRy, please don’t kill me.

Sam: Now you’ve changed your mind about importance of a healthy vegan diet, Tucker?

Tucker: ..No, I’m not that desperate.

~~~

~At the same time,somewhere in Ghost Zone~

 Martha *teaches Jason to do a choke hold*.

~~~

~At the same time, in one of Amity Park’s alleys.~

Maddie and Jack *discuss ways to capture the Phantom*

Batman *appears behind them*:DoN’t toUcH my the сHiLd.

~~~

Jazz: Don't you think that mentioning Superman's father was too much?

Danny: Maybe.But..when I think about you, mom or dad in dander I can't imagine what would make me freeze and.. It just doesn't make sense, okey?

Jazz: You're still thinking about Dan, right?

Danny: Every.damn.time.

[enigmatist17]

Parts 1-5, and this (for now?) is the finale :)

---

"Let me see you Prowler."

There's the telltale clicking of armored plating separating, the thick layers revealing the core of every Cybertronian that held the piece that made each mech their own.

"Beautiful."

The slightly grey spark that had only been bared for Jazz whirred within its casing, surrounded by a faint black shimmer that twisted in and out of sight. The inner casing opened when a clawed digit caressed the smooth glass, tendrils reaching out to the familiar touch as a shiver wracked Prowl's frame. He could have spent forever looking at that familiar spark, but they had been parted for too long, so regretfully, he pulled back, purring when the tactician above him let out a soft click. The room around them fell away when Prowl crouched over Jazz, white and silver sparks reaching out for each other faster than either bot would ever care to admit, merging into each other faster than a human heartbeat.

Sorrow/Loss/Joy/Relief/Fear/Love

Prowl's spark had been left jagged with his death, his spark wrapping around Jazz's with so much pain that it almost overwhelmed Jazz right into stasis. Images of Prowl traveling through space flickered through the bond, his spark churning when he experienced the ghost feeling of their bond snapping, nowhere near the pain he felt when Megatron ripped him in half.

Clawed servos tearing into his chassis, pulled away by a frantic Bluestreak

Silenced screams shorting out his vocalizer as he's restrained, frame convulsing as he tries to process the loss of his other half

The pleas that race nonstop for him to come back, to not leave him all alone

Jagged edges are seamlessly enveloped, feelings of complete love and adoration chasing away the pain and loneliness that had haunted the rest of Prowl's trip to Earth. Fierce protectiveness and murderous rage drive away the latent memories of Jazz's death, the hunter between them willing to do anything to prevent that from happening again. Klicks, breems, cycles, time loses all meaning as two become one for a second time, the final time if either Cybertronian has anything to say about it.

Jazz immediately enters stasis when their bond is fully re-established, the exhaustion of such an energy-draining moment apparently too much for someone who had just been brought back from the Well of All Sparks. It's only the latent content feeling of Jazz on the other end of their bond that keeps Prowl from reacting out of worry, sitting beside the berth with a soft vent. Ratchet and Optimus check in on the couple a few breems later, the medic fussing over Jazz while Optimus gently pulls his second-in-command to a corner of the room.

"How are you?" The Prime spoke first, resting a servo on Prowl's shoulder with a soft smile, overjoyed that his two closest confidants had been given a rightful second chance.

"I am...better?" There was no word human or Cybertronian that could describe his spark or his thoughts, so he settled with facts. "I no longer feel the need to offline myself."

"I'm sorry, my friend, I would have given my life to save his." Sorrow clung to every word Optimus spoke, Prowl shaking his helm with a low hiss.

"We all have signed up for this willingly, and have known that any cycle could be our last. Something has given us a second chance, and we should take it for what it is, Orion." Ratchet looks over at the old name, but remains silent as Optimus vents slowly, his rigid posture slumping at the words. "I will not let another of us pass, I assure you."

"Truer words have never been spoken."

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It's a full week before Jazz and Prowl finally emerge from their little warehouse, the sun glinting off their frames as they push the door open, Jazz stepping through first with a deep intake of the salty air that was prevalent on Diego Garcia.

"Missed this, never got much of a chance ta really explore this planet." The saboteur hummed, stopping short at two bots standing not far from the entrance of their warehouse, a grin crossing his face plate when he took in the familiar frames. "As I live an' intake, is that who I think it is?"

"Maybe, you might wanna re-cycle your optics." The boxier of the two grinned, forest green and black paint reminding him of their first meeting in Polyhex. "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Neither can I, an' I'm the one livin' through it." Prowl was by his side when Jazz took a shaky step forward, grimacing a bit. "Damn."

"Ratchet will have your helm for this." The second mech scoffed as they rolled forward, supporting Jazz's other side with a click at the first mech. "Hound, could you let the good doctor know he is walking about?"

"Course 'Raj, have fun." The three watched Hound transform into a Jeep Wrangler before making his way across the base, Jazz taking a moment before tugging the second bot into a hug, one that was returned warmly.

"When did you both get here?" It was a bit unorthodox to hug those under your command, but being both an old friend and still high on returning from the Well, Jazz felt more than charitable.

"Hound arrived here three jour's after your...death, I only arrived a jour ago myself." Something felt off with the answer, but Jazz had all the time in the world to figure it out, amused when they finally parted their hug at a chirp from Prowl. "Apologies, I am still adjusting to physical contact."

"Don't worry about it, it's good ta see ya Mirage." The blue and white mech smiled as the sound of a few vehicles filled the air, Prowl stiffening when Hound and Ratchet rounded the corner with a small escort. "Ah, the inquisition has arrived."

"Indeed." Mirage took a step away when the medic transformed with a grumble, shaking a digit at the smallest mech of the group, who only shrugged and leaned against Prowl with a grin.

"What about comming me to let me know when you felt up for exploration did you not understand?"

"It escaped my processor," Prowl answered as Ratchet pulled out a scanner, cursing in a way that would have made a Decepticon crash as he fixated on Jazz's spark. "My apologies."

"Uh huh, sure it did. Primus, the two of you togther are a disaster."

"Oh man, is this going to be a twins-level disaster?" A human groaned, and it took Prowl to recognize him from before, Lennox hoping out of the human transport he'd taken with a few other men.

"No one is like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe," Mirage replied in a scandalized voice as Hound just laughed, Prowl's doorwings hiking up as he stared at Lennox. "Let alone Prowl."

"Aww he can be, if I get him riled up the right wa-"

"Jazz." If a Cybertronain could blush, Prowl's face plate would probably be cherry red as the small mech cackled, even Ratchet struggling to remain professional as he kept at his work. "Silence yourself."

"Love ya too." Lennox couldn't help but snort, covering his face with one hand as the men under his command struggled not to let out a sound. "Good ta see you still 'round Lennox."

"Same here man, everyone is still reeling about your whole resurrection thing; that's some wicked shit." It really had been the only big topic, everyone eager to see Jazz when the news broke about what caused the light that had engulfed the entire base. Mirage and Hound, however, had deterred anyone besides Ratchet from doing just that, more than a few betting pools passing around about why the two were so fierce about keeping them safe.

No one was ballsy enough to ask, though.

"Despite the energon deficiency I was expecting, you're physically stable, your processor on the other hand..." Ratchet's gaze softened slightly as he placed his scanner away, giving both Jazz and Prowl a look. "Take some time exploring the base, and then I want you to get an alt form by tomorrow, Prowl, you could catch something your frame is unaccustomed to."

"As you wish." Prowl nodded his helm as Jazz did a mock salute, Ratchet grumbling something about idiocy as he transformed and headed back to wherever Hound had grabbed him from.

"Ah Prowler you're gonna love some of these alt's the humans have, we'll get ya somethin' stylish."

"Sideswipe and Mirage actually have a few options for you to scan, when you're up for it." Hound smiled, nudging the bot at his side. "Mirage has been having fun going through listings."

"Shall we then?" Prowl wanted nothing more than to keep Jazz by his side, clawed servos twitching when Hound led the revived Jazz closer to the humans, Mirage placing a gentle servo on his shoulder.

"Come, you've not had time to process." Mirage had long become accustomed to Prowl's possessiveness over the years, the quiet clicking ignored as he led the officer toward one of the bigger buildings on the base. "Bluestreak has settled in nicely, and Perceptor finally settled on an alt mode once Brawn heard he had not chosen one."

"Thank you, I have worried for them." Well, he would have if his entire being hadn't been solely focused on Jazz. "How have you faired?"

"I have not, truth be told." The noble released an exasperated vent as a group of jogging soldiers passed before them, the newer arrival watching them curiously. "I had been alone since our exodus from Cybertron, so all of this social interaction has been...taxing."

"I can only imagine." Mirage shrugged as they entered their hangar, a few bots waving from the far side of the room from a few parked vehicles, none appearing Cybertronian. "Are these for me?"

"Mhm, most are used by the enforcers of this planet, and others for leisure." Mirage could see both the humans and Autobots in the hangar slow their work to watch Prowl examine the various cars, curious about what alt he would choose. It takes him two loops around the vehicles before Prowl settles on one Mirage called a Hellcat, a blue beam of light enveloping the car before the familiar sound of a transformation sequence filled the air, ending with a second Hellcat idling where Prowl had stood. The coloring scheme had changed from a blue and black to a dark grey and white coloring, his red and silver Autobot emblem smack-dab on top of his hood, a familiar sight for most of the bots.

"You made an excellent choice." Prowl revved his engine as Mirage nodded his helm, the sound echoing throughout the hangar.

"Thank you, this will do nicely." The tactician always enjoyed scanning new alt forms, cataloging his Cybertronian form in case he could use it in the future, although that seemed very unlikely. His thoughts are interrupted by the revving of another engine, a silver Porsche that Prowl had only seen through internet searches crossing the hangar and joining his side. "How do you feel?"

"Like I could race ya halfway across the planet." Jazz inched forward with another rev, practically bouncing on his wheels. "Bet you could use one, my poor Prowler hasn't been out on the road in ages."

"Then I suggest you get moving." Mirage rolled his optics as there was a beat before Jazz peeled out of the building, whizzing past surprised bots as he headed for the far side of the base that led out into the rest of the island. He could hear Prowl not far behind, the tactician stumbling at the start with the feeling of his new tires against the ground, but not one to be kept down long as he chased after his bonded. It had truly been a long time since they'd been able to drive together, the familiar metal and crystals of Cybertron replaced with sand and almost glowing water as Jazz led Prowl all over the interconnected islands. The sky is a beautiful orange when the chase draws to a close, water lapping at their pedes as they rest together in the sand, Jazz running his servos over Prowl's doorwings as the Praxian lay on his front, helm resting in his lap.

"I love you, Prowl." The bond swells with the love he cannot voice, answered in kind by the mech slowly relaxing inch by inch in his hold with a soft purr. "Nothin' can ever change that."

"I love you too, Jazz, and I agree."

This was all they needed, what happens next?

Well, they'll just have to wait and see.

[lririx]

so, hypothetically, demi with a lady dimitrescu like hunter partner? i love both these women and i think the worlds should collide, my sapphic ass is hella WEAK for them

I love Demi so much I can't😭 My lesbian loving heart can't handle a ship like this it's so cute😭I hope you enjoy it!

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•Low and behold a new hunter has come to the Manor with no sign of wanting to show any mercy towards anyone.

•A terrifying yet beautiful woman who is about 10 foot tall. No one knows her story. All they know is that if they end up in a match with her they're done for.

•Due to her condition she needs blood to stay alive and somehow the Manor provides the blood needed.

•She was a Nobel before she came to the Manor so she's used to ordering people around. She sees herself above all the other hunters but devotes herself to Miss. Nightingale.

•She obeys her every word and does nothing that might anger her. The hunters in the Manor were intimidated by her. Her demeanour was what caused it. No one thought she'd open up to anyone.

•So how in the world did this happen? Is she plotting something? Why is she dating a survivor? And that survivors is Demi?

•No one knows how this relationship came to be. Even Miss. Nightingale is confused about it. The hunter who showed no mercy even to the hunters is in love?

•Demi and The lady are quite different. Demi is a sweet ball of sunshine who wants to help everyone and bring joy to the Manor while the hunter wants to go on a murder spree.

•Well, their hobbies might have made them get closer. Both of them love to drink and listen to jazz all day. They adore dancing too.

•Sometimes music can be heard in one of the rooms and when people go and check on it they see two drunk love birds happily dancing to the song.

•The lady protects Demi all the time. She’s not overprotective, but deals with the trouble if Demi’s not capable of doing it.

•She never hits Demi during matches. Not even in a playful way. While she’s obliterating the survivors, Demi just stands there drinking and lovingly looking at her lover.

•If Demi asks The lady to not hurt anyone during the match, she will obey her instantly. Everyone sighs of relief whenever she does this.

•She can turn into a dragon like monster aswell and let's Demi get on top of her and she just flies away.

•Demi is around 5’6 and the lady is like 10 foot so the height differences is quite something. The lady has to kneel for Demi to be able to kiss her. Demi sometimes gets a chair or a stool or ever gets on the table to kiss her.

•Demi is a switch but The lady is a dom. Though she will be a bottom from time to time to make Demi happy.

•Sex with The lady is quite an experience. BDSM is something that will constantly happen during it. Good thing Demi enjoys it.

•Drinks and alcohol are always on the bedside table next to candles and incenses.

•Remember how I said the lady needs blood? Well yeah she bites Demi's neck and drinks it during sex and makeouts.

•Both of them will have visible bite marks and hickies the next day.

•And on a daily basis she takes Demi’s hand and drinks her blood.

•They call eachother mommy on the bed.

•If she’s talking to Demi and someone interrupts her she’ll bite their head off.

•Pet names. They will constantly use Pet names on eachother like “Sweetheart” “Dear” “Love”.

•They love showering together. They go in the bath and brush eachothers hair while kissing eqchothers neck. It gets steamy sometimes.

•Both of them wear red lipstick and they kiss eachother on the lips, cheeks and neck before a match and neither of them wipes it off.

•They wander around the Manor together while laughing and drinking. They just look like the sweetest couple during those times.

[miranyx1337]

Alastor x Angel reader

FEATHER chapter IV

Tags: fluff (for now ) enemies to lovers, kissing, being protective, cuddles, sleeping problems, flirting, possesive reader is an angel, fem reader

As a young angel, I perceived love as something exceptionally beautiful. I believed that everyone deserves to meet their soulmate and it’s waiting for me too. With the passing decades, my enthusiasm waned. More failed relationships, disappointments. My mother said, 'That's because God has someone special for me. I sought blame in others, later in myself, and my frustration grew. I became bitter, jealous of others happiness, and desperate to kill the feeling of emptiness.

Until I gave up. I accepted loneliness, tried to love myself anew, and embraced the surrounding reality—the "Paradise" from which there was no escape. Hello?! We are in heaven; everyone is happily in love with their loved ones and families.

I found my peace but never stopped wondering if God, in the grand miracle of creation, had perhaps forgotten about my kindred soul.

Unexpectedly, the delicate lips of a sinner, a demon, brushed against mine.

Alastor stepped back, reopening my old wounds. I should only blame myself for playing with fire. When I learned that the radio demon's weakness was closeness and affection I thought getting rid of him and his quirks would be easy.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, he kissed them away, as if they were a cure for the dying.

Soon, I found myself in his arms. There was something in his touch, as if he held an incredibly precious thing, and I surrendered. Even if it's only for tonight.

Jazz music flowed from the demon's enchanted radio

"When I was a child, my mother always told me a bedtime story," Alastor said, adopting a dreamy expression. "Do you maybe like criminals, sweetheart?

It's not a very popular genre in heaven, but I guess hell has plenty of bestsellers." I replied with laughter

His grin expanded.

"Oh, let me tell you a classic. It started in high school, a young man from disgustingly rich family, didn't spare injured birds, lost dogs, and worse, cats roaming on their own paths."

Hearing about young Alastor's first murders gave me shivers and curiosity at the same time. I wanted to know every detail, every motive. To understand what hides behind that smile and piercing gaze

Alastor's POV:

She fell asleep unusually quickly. I wish I could lock her away like a feather in the radio tower, but this time I opted to carry her to bed

I sat beside her and observed with. I could never comprehend addictions until I tried angelic energy. my magic felt to return with every sip from her essence. With clawed hands, I combed through strands of her silvery-white Hair

The memory of her hands tightening on my coat. The sweet-salty taste of tears, though my lips wanted to return to another place. Fuck, I'm really on the edge of madness.

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Pixelated smile widened on TV with complete satisfaction.

"The regret will come sooner than you think."

Sorry this chapter is much shorter but i had exams this days. I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for more.

the story is just about to start ☺️✨🔥

[a-tortured-poets-quill]

Laughing Jack Headcanons (Rewritten)

I said before that I wanted to rewrite my headcanons for the characters because I don’t like the format or what I have written for them currently, so I decided what better way to end the year than with newly written headcanons for the Creeps, starting with the main clown himself?

Appearance:

Jack has pale, ashen grey skin. Its texture is felt-like, like a doll. His hair is raven black and straight, but very messy. It sticks out all over the place but has a greasy texture from lack of care.

His eyes are icy blue, and stand out against his monochrome palette. They’re the only pop of color on his being after he loses all his colors.

Of course, Jack is the tallest of the group, standing at a whopping height of 8’5. He loves to rub it in and use his height as a weapon against others.

He is very lanky and his body resembles that of a raggedy Anne doll in my mind. He’s filled with a soft cotton stuffing and has no internal organs or genitalia. He’s soft to the touch and even though he isn’t exactly alive he’s warm. His cone nose and long claws are solid and very sharp though.

Backstory/Life:

Similarly to the original story, Jack was created by a guardian angel to befriend Isaac and keep him safe. The two of them had a brotherly bond and were very close before Isaac was sent away.

When Jack witnessed Isaac killing for the first time, he was still very impressionable and naive. He truly thought it was just some sort of new game Isaac wanted to play, so when he was released from his box and he killed Isaac, not knowing what was happening in the moment but in the aftermath finally understanding he had just murdered his best friend, he had a complete breakdown.

He understands that Isaac didn’t mean to abandon him. Isaac was sent away against his will, and eventually grew up. He has unending guilt for killing Isaac, so when he found William he believed that taking care of him was a way he could make up for what he did. He loves Will like his own son and is very protective of him.

Personality/Other Facts:

Jack can be bipolar. There are moments where he’s buoyant and bubbly, others he’s bereft monotonous. It just depends on what’s going on in that complex mind of his at the time. He can be a bastard and a bit of a jerk sometimes and can accidentally take things too far.

He steals people’s things to piss them off. Not anything super important, and he always gives it back after a short while of teasing. If there’s something that Will doesn’t want him touching, he’ll respect that. He’ll also hold people’s belongings over their heads where they can’t reach it.

Makes a lot of ridiculous jokes, some that don’t even make sense, and does the stupidest and randomest shit just to get reactions out of the people around him. He can be terribly loud and has no sense of noise whatsoever.

He’s a bastard to everyone, especially Frankie, but Will is the exception. He loves Will like a son and does everything in his power to make sure he’s taken care of and knows how much he’s cared for.

He’s fiercely protective of the people close to him, but specifically Will. He isn’t afraid to slap (or maim) the fuck out of anyone insulting his people.

His favorite food is Oreos! Just thinks they’re tasty.

He’s also fiercely protective of children. He was created for kids and still harbors a strong bond with them, but his way of punishing parents who don’t treat them well border over extreme.

He’s asexual. Romantically, he doesn’t know what he is. He just wants love and that’s all he knows.

His birthdate is December 24th, 1854.

He knows all the clown tricks and will perform them if he sees one of his people is sad. He’ll do anything to make sure the ones he cares about are happy.

His music taste is all over the place. He’s been around for a long time and has been through many decades, so he’s picked up a lot of things over his existence. From classical of the Victorian era to 30s jazz, 70s funk and pink girly pop, he loves it all. He’ll listen to everything but some days, depending on how he’s feeling, he’ll only listen to one genre. One day Will came home to Jack just sitting on the sofa like a gargoyle with sad classical playing in the background and it scared him a little bit.

Playlist:

[iheartchv]

could i ask for a matchup? also i hope your having a nice day/night/afternoon!! also, please excuse any bad grammar, english is not my first language.

im Cuban Puerto Rican, i speak both my mother tongue and English. kinda trying to get myself to learn German though. im a bit of an ambivert, i mostly enjoy spending time with those i know well.

im 5’2, i have a huge scar in my left leg due to an accident i had when i was younger. i have brown, nearly black eyes and i use glasses. i have a mole near my collarbone and another one just above. my hair is brown and medium sized with some side-tails.

currently studying with a forensic sciences major, a bit of a nerd.. i enjoy drawing, reading Sci-Fi and spending time with my pet snakes. (their ball pythons, they are super adorable…) i absolutely love heavy metal bands like Rammstein, korn, Slipknot, i listen to Type O Negative, Slaughter to Prevail from time to time aswell alongside jazz. i dress in a bit of a grunge way, it varies since i enjoy fashion a lot.

i enjoy watching true crimes series (Forensic Files being an all time favorite), watching Caso Cerrado, and documentaries regarding military history. i love the rainy weather and from time to time going to the beach. truly calming, really.

anyways, i really hope you are having a pleasant time, again. also i absolutely love your writing style!!

🤔I'll match you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would be your match

For this scenario, lets just say that Ghost was to keep an eye on you for a mission

You had shown potential that anyone working for the law would want you to work with them

You have an internship working for the police in your area, getting some practice for the field

You weren't bad, quite good actually

And because you were so good, you would also become a threat to any criminal facing charges for murder, etc.

One of such being Makarov and the Konni group

TF 141 got word that Makarov killed their spy that was sending feedback and intel

You were unfortunately the one looking over the said body of 141's spy; the FBI and CIA wanted to know exactly who done it

As Ghost continued to have constant vigil over you in the shadows, he didn't like the idea of seeing you make your way home alone

He finally decided to start blending in with people, and sometimes walking your way

It's just for the mission, he'd tell himself

🖤

At first, seeing his appearance was a little scary, intimidating

But you didn't sense no ill will coming from him, at least not toward you

You initiated conversations with him, and little by little he was talking more than just a word or a sentence

Over time he got to know you pretty well, as much as you allowed

He noticed how open you were to him, letting him know that you trusted him

You were just full of surprises;

One thing after another he learned so much about you besides what was in your personal records

He started to see you as you, not just another nameless target to protect

🖤

Even after the mission is complete, he comes back to see you...

Maybe stay for a while...

I can totally see you and Ghost going to the beach during times when there's no one around

Just you two

And rainy days?

He'd be all for it

A hot cup of tea and being with you is one of those perfect moments he feels at peace

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #31

Ever since Maddie fatally injured Phantom and woke up the next morning with her sons cold corpse in her arms, she’s been grieving, never able to really move on.

The bloody note he left on his bed read:

“Mom, Dad I’m Phantom I was zapped in the portal Jazz can explain the science Don’t blame yourselves If the police are reading this, don’t lock them up, they didn’t know, I kept it from them Please don’t cremate or cut open my body Bury me in my favorite NASA hoodie I love you Goodbye

-Danny”

She couldn’t help but blame herself, she’s the one who killed him. He was too pure and forgiving for this world, asking his murderer not to blame herself, unfortunately the universe agreed.

Jazz moved away for college as soon as she turned eighteen, clearly she blamed Maddie, and Maddie couldn’t blame her for it.

She was pregnant again, with a baby boy they would call Michael, someone to carry on the Fenton name now that their first son was dead, not that Danny could ever be replaced.

She visited his grave every month to leave flowers and apologize and just tell him what was going on around town. On his birthday every year she and Jack would come and carve another few constellations on his tombstone, soon they’d run out of room and have to start putting them on the Phantom memorial the townspeople built right behind the headstone.

One day Maddie brought a little model spaceship and tell him she was sorry she ruined his chances of one day becoming an astronaut like he always dreamed. She came back the next day to find a sticky-note saying: “I went to space”

As soon as Michael was old enough to take care of himself Maddie committed suicide and was buried in the empty spot right next to where her sons body lay in the ground.

Danny couldn’t just leave, he still had a town to protect!

So he stayed, barely a weak spirit, his former enemies were plagued by nightmares and visions of Phantom every time they wandered into his old territory.

Most of the time he simply hung out in the cemetery where his name was carved in stone, listening to his mother talk to him and tell him stories. It was nice to be visited so often, but he couldn’t stand that she wasn’t respecting his last wishes of forgiving herself.

When he heard her say that she was the reason he never got to be an astronaut, he had to reassure her, so he left a sticky-note with all the strength he could muster.

When Maddie killed herself Danny was at the funeral, invisible, but it was the first time he saw Jazz since his. Michael took up the task of adding a new constellation to Phantom’s memorial stone every year, and Danny was proud to watch his little brother grow up, even if he could never really meet him.

I made myself cry coming up with this.

This is more like a script than a prompt.

[beifong-brainrot]

consider: au where opal goes rogue, leaves the airbenders, basically becomes antifa against kuvira

I LOVE THAT

I alwys thought Opal may be an airbender who would splinter off from the Air Nomads more traditional pacifistic lifestyle. What's interesting is that by going up against Kuvira, she is protecting an Air Nomad value- that of freedom.

So it would be interesting to see that storyline and how it would impact her relationship with the other airbenders like Jinora and Tenzin.

I also think the Beifong family would support her wholeheartedly, perhaps getting involved in it too. I kinda have been toying with the idea of the Beifongs starting a resistance against Kuvira. They seemed to be the only people genuinely caring about Kuvira's actions and willing to try to put a stop to her.

I think B4's storyline would benefit a lot from a having the Beifong family as Pov characters, since they could actually offer insight into what's going on in the Earth Kingdom. They also have a very personal connection to the villains, Kuvira and Baatar Jr, which wasn't explored as much as I wish it had been.

If the queercoded miniboss from B1 gets almost a whole episode with flashbacks to traumadump aboud his bender communist big bro in B1, why did Su have to tell Korra that she adopted Kuvira OFFSCREEN. Lile doesn't that feel like something we should've seen. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING COMIC.

When thinking about this idea, Iwas also inspired by Polish freedom fighters and their partisan activities, since Kuvira's rule over the Earth Empire has hallmarks of both Nazi and Soviet regimes, for example the Spirit Canon (before it got attached to the ridiculous robot) being inspired by an actual german canon (Dora), the literal Iron Curtain, the "re-education" camps, the militarisation, the forceful redistribution of resources, the rampant propaganda, etc, etc.

However, this storyline has strong USA influences, for example the almost complete dismissal of the actual people who live under the occupation, for the benefit of heroes from the thinly veiled New York insert.

The Beifong family stand out from this group as actual citizens of the Earth Kingdom, who were opposed to Kuvira's rule the whole time because they knew what the fuck was going on at least to some extent. They are members of an established Earth Kingdom family, daughter and grandchildren of an Earth Kingdom war hero, and they live in a city that is seemingly the seedbed of progress and innovation.

Their storylines could be fascinating as they come to realise that no one, not even the literal fucking Avatar seems to be too jazzed to help them, that they are quite literally on their own. This is not too dissimilar from Poland as it was at the beginning of the invasion. Despite having agreements with England and France of these two countries supporting Poland's independence, England and Frabce did not take up military action against Germany after its attack on Poland. Similarly, Republic City, the Fire Nation and the Air Nomads were not willing to put up a fight until Kuvira attacked them! Idk what the fuck the Water Tribe was doing but probably not much I assume.

Stories of resistance fighters in German occupied countries (not only Poland) are often forgotten in the larger picture, despite them playing vital roles in the war. This is especially poignant when it comes to countries that were absorbed into the Eastern bloc when said freedom fighters were hunted and murdered relentlessly to keep the people silent and obedient.

Seeing an echo of these often forgotten stories in the Beifong family, a family that tried to stand up against the dictator oppressing their country and then getting reduced to McGuffins in Korra's mental health journey and Bolin's ridiculous "getting back with my gf after I sympathised with Nazis" arc is disheartening.

The storyline was right there! The Beifongs have a personal connection to Kuvira and Baatar Jr, they have skin in the game, they have ideals opposing the main antagonist, they had the potential for an extremely emotuionally touching storyline, they have strong characters just begging to be explored. Opal and Kuvira are foils and it would be so easy to elevate Wei and Wing to the role of Baatar Jr's foils too, like a darker more antagonistic version of Tenzin and Bumi!

The storyline was right there!

But instead they get sidelined for Korra's, admittedly well done, but misplaced trauma arc and a weird fantasy oriental USA saviour fantasy. And then they get a shitty half assed comic where Opal and the twins to lesser extent are posited as unreasonable for being wary and angry at a person who tried to kill them! And Kuvira is woobified to an insulting extent.

Also Kuvira's attack on Zaofu, a wealthy and advanced city full of artists, scholars and visionaries gives big "Soviets and Germans commiting mass murder of Polish Intelligentsia in for example Katyń, in order to make the nation easier to control and take apart, due to lack of potential resistance leaders." I do not wanna hear you bitches talking about how she was right for wanting to "redistribute their wealth and shit". Her ass was after power and those damn platnium domes to make her military stronger. Like if this weren't a fucking kids show and they weren't planning a 'redemption' for Kuvira, people would be standing above mass graves and being shot in the back of the head.

Quick note: I'm going off mainly my knowledge of Polish history due to my own nationality and education, but there are similar stories in may surrounding countries, for example Ukraine which is currently still being attacked by Russia. The stories and ideologies Kuvira and B4 represented are still well and alive today, as was the rest of the world's indifference to the suffering caused by them.

This is why I feel so strongly on this subject and I wish it was handled better and with more care for the actual victims instead of the sorta "America adjacent" heroes.

I also want to note that I don't wish to erase the influences of other cultures and histories on Kuvira, B4 and the whole of Tlok. I am merely noticing themes and references that I was primed to see since I was a child, but that doesn't mean that this is the exclusive reading of the storyline.

I know this rant kinda fell away from the og topic and got heated but I have ✨️feelings✨️ about book 4, the Beifongs and Kuvira.

[earthydoll]

🩰— Hello everyone! I'm Dolly(19f) looking for +18 roleplay partners. I am not replacing anyone, just looking for some buddies to keep me entretained during the holidays lol.

A bit about me, i LOVE to gush and yap about our ocs, give me complex dynamics, multiple characters, send me tiktoks or pins that made you think about our story! i love worldbuilding and all that jazz!! so if you're like me, please hmu!!

i am looking for FANDOMLESS, Oc x Oc interactions! Here's my list of wanted plots:

1. The war between heaven and hell is finally over, and heaven won, most demons were murdered except a small portion that were given to the gods as slaves, Muse a is one of those demons, and they got gifted to Muse b, a god, muse b can be cruel or a kind owner, muse a can hate or love them, only time will tell... (I prefer to play as muse A/the demon, but i'm willing to play the other role(muse B/the god) if needed. Open for MxM, MxF(me), and FxF!)

2. Muse a is a scientist that has just made a remarkable discovery; Sirens! They found one, muse b, on the shore- hurt by a shark or some other depredator. Muse a is quick to take them to their lab, trying to nurse them back to health and, maybe, experiment a little with this brand new species. (I can play as either muse. Open for MxM and MxF(me))

3. (HISTORICAL PLOT FOR: EITHER ANCIENT GREECE OR THE VICTORIAN ERA(yes those are my fav eras, no i will not elaborate/j)) Muse a can be a princess, queen, or a very important lady, she got married off to an abusive man. With no way of getting out, she decides to plan his murder. Best way to do so? Try to seduce her loyal guard/maid, muse b, to get them to do her dirty job for her. (I will be playing as muse A/the queen. Open for FxF and MxF(me))

4. (DEAD DOVE/🕊️ WARNING) Muse a is a mafia leader(or a very influential person) and they have been grieving the loss of a loved one for quite some time now, growing more and more depressed as the time goes on. They think of ending their life and join their loved one... Until. They see muse b, they can a waiter or something like that,and, they look so much like muse a's loved one, that muse a now has the necessity to take muse b, to hide them from the rest of the world and protect them like they were their lost loved one(maybe going as far as treating muse b like they're that person, and they never left). So, using their influences, they kidnap muse B. what happens next? (I lean more towards playing muse B/the victim, BUT! i MAY be willing to play muse A/the kidnapper ONLY in mxf(me) pairings(i love playing twisted, crazy women<3). Besides that, open to mxm, fxf and mxf (me as either))

*SCI-FI TWIST: muse a in this is a scientist, and instead of kidnapping muse b, they create them- as a robot, android or even an ia. Same preferences on who i play as above.

I have more, but this is what i'm interested in doing the most atm! Please dm me, interact with this post or add me on discord (@earthydoll !!) if interested, and i'll reach out asap!

Drawn and realistic fcs are welcome! Please be able to communicate properly and contribute to the plot, this is my only rule!

[ace-s-fav-dp-posts]

If you're sick of the current popular trope/story prompt in the Phandom or DPxDC fandom you just need to ignore it

I feel like the fans in the Phandom and DPxDC minifandom that's popped up, who are really grossed/creeped out by the genre of fic popular right now.

Where the set up is some variation of Outsider POV and the plot is based around the assumption that Vlad SAed Danny in order to create Dan and Danielle, are people who haven't been around that long.

Especially when they try to whine about none of it being based in canon. And how they don't like the shipping of Vlad and Danny (even though the people who write these kinds of fics are very obviously not shipping Vlad and Danny in them).

Because the Phandom has historically gone through phases much more gruesome and horrifying than that.

Especially when in this current micro-genre, all of the SA and grooming and other kinds of abuse are implied only, and within the fics themselves the assumed abuse never actually happened. As the plot is based on over heard or misinterpreted fragments of information that doesn't give the POV character the full picture of the situation that's actually going on.

There's the infamous vivisection fics, in which the child main character is brutally cut open and tortured by his own parents in the name of their biased views of science. Who in canon, both happily accept him no matter what every time a reveal is happens and never so much as rejects Danny emotionally.

Then there's the variation on the traditional vivisection fic in which Danny isn't emotionally rejected and stripped of his humanity by his own parents. But instead captured and stripped of his human rights by the government, either by his parents unknowing actions which they stay oblivious to. Or in spite of his parent's acceptance of him, and with them helpless to rescue or protect him from the government's torturous "research".

There's the already existing variation of grooming and SA fics, where Vlad grooms and or assaults Danny. Which have been popping up for years now, but in which all of this type of horrible abuse actually happens in the story, instead of it being an Outside POV misunderstanding what's happen like the current micro genre of fic.

There's the fics where the Fentons have just been abusive or just negligent parents Danny and Jazz's entire lives. And them hurting Danny, emotionally or physically, intentionally or accidentally, is just an extension of their already unacceptable parenting habits.

There's the edritch/body horror genre of fics where becoming half-ghost (or sometimes something else) involves at the very least the partial loss of Danny (or Vlad)'s humanity.

Hell there's one fic that's stuck with me for ages, that I read years ago, back in my teens, written from the POV of a Maddie who murdered Danny to prevent him from becoming Dan. Which is stated in that fic to be inevitable.

It's also heavily implied that Maddie had incestuous feelings for Danny the entire fic. And that she also possibly raped him in the midst of her extremely violent* vivisection murder of him. But that if she didn't rape him, at the very least, ripping him open to see his insides while he was awake and struggling got her off anyways.

So yeah, I don't know what other explanation there is to all these people who seem confused and freaked out by the various fics popping up where there's assumed SA/grooming, but actually nothing outside of canon actually happened to Danny, and the whole thing is just a misunderstanding.

Other than them being extremely new to Danny Phantom fics in general and therefore unaware of just how dark (and potentially triggering) they can be.

When there's been fics for years about SA and grooming, some of which is explicit, some of which is all implied and talked around and just as gut wrenching, and some of which is actually painted in that cringe forbidden love sort of way, for more than a literal decade now.

If you don't like it, if it makes you uncomfortable, you're just going to have to ignore or block those people, like everyone else in the Phandom who feels the way you do has done for more than a decade now.

Don't make comments to those authors that you don't like that trope, or that it makes you uncomfortable, or anything similar. Just ignore them or block them if it really bothers you that much. Because if you don't like their stuff, then rather obviously you are not their intended audience, so you need to ignore their posts and fics and keep scrolling if you're not going to block them.

*Also yes I must state it was a violent vivisection murder. Because it is clearly stated in the fic, that Vlad finds Maddie sitting outside on the porch covered in Danny's blood and viscera, and that the room she killed him in is in a similar state.

I wanna say the fic got deleted during the old Fanfiction.net purge of more adult content, even though all of the sexual abuse/incest parts of the fic where all implied and not explicit, along with the violent vivisectoin murder taking place off screen.

Though I could be wrong, and it's still out there somewhere, and possibly not exactly as I remember it. I read it more than 5 years ago now, so there's almost certainly some memory drift by this point.