#seal = egg = son danny!

[satoshy12]

Hippolyta's baby egg warrior

Years before Diana's birth in the Era of Myths Before Themyscira existed, Hippolyta had found the egg as she was in this temple; she wasn't sure who or why she took it with her. But she did, and she took care of him pretty well. And out came a tiny boy. She and her sister, along with her father, Ares, took care of him. As he got older, Danny started to collect women and girls who weren't treated well and "kidnapped" them to her island. This wasn't how she wanted to build Themyscira! But it worked pretty well. And it had been a good idea to take him with her as the war against the Giants started. Her child was in front of the Gigantomachy! And Daniil/Daniel did pretty well, until his defeat by the Dark Giants. She didn't trust what Hercules told her, but after that, she closed her island to outsiders; the war was won after all. + After weakening the Giants enough that Arion could later finish them off, Danny was pulled into the future. At least what he learned helped in his fights against the ghost in Amity Park.

But it had been a fun adventure, and he hates that stupid seal! Stupid Vlad and wanting to make him his son, and then losing the seal! That is why he ended up in the egg. + Modern time Wonder Woman was captured by a cult that seemed to plan to use her blood for a ritual. And after she escaped and had a few cultists captured with her friends, She had no idea what the captured cultist was talking about as she left to visit her mother. The legend said he was Hippolyta's son; she would know if her mother had another child after all. + In Amity Park Danny noticed the glowing as he fought Skulker and was like, "Not again!" Before he was teleported and away back in an egg, the cult was happy! They summoned the egg; all they have to do is incubate it! And then they have their own warrior! + And as later Hippolyta learned about her egg having been returned by Diana. She and a group of warriors were on the hunt to find the cult and take the egg before it hatched.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi I love rereading all your fics and prompts! Like, multiple times throughout the day. I have a schedule. Your works are my literal bed time stories (wow that sounded weird).

Anyways (before I ramble any worse). Any updates for Child support? I just love it so much and wondering if there's more

John throws himself to the side, barely avoiding a grab from a fifth-dimension demon throwing a fit after he rejects its request to marry his son. He rolls across the ground, powering up a spell, as he mentally curses his age.

Maybe Batman was right. He should work on his physical form a little more.

"Wait! Wait! I'm sorry! Can we talk about this-" Whatever the demon was going to say is lost after John's spell slams into its chest, throwing it back out of his dimension and sealing him from his Earth for fifty years. The spell is helpful, but fifty years doesn't mean much to demons, and it will wait decades to come back and bother them.

Thankfully, John will likely be long-dead before then. It's always been his solution for most of his problems. Pushing a problem to a later date where it can become someone else's problem.

But what about his son?

Danny, who was half of Time itself, would likely be around in fifty years. If there was one thing he didn't want, it was to leave Danny with all his messes. He'll have to learn a new banishing spell and find some instructors who could teach him an entirely new magic dueling technique.

It was the responsible thing to do. Ugh, fatherhood was making him an accountable bore.

John heaves himself off the floor, sweat pouring from his forehead, and grimaces. On the stove, the eggs he was cooking for Danny's breakfast are smoking, burnt into a dark black smudge. The House of Mystery's old wood groans, displeased with all the smoke, and a second later, the stove and counter vanish as the house creates a hole to drop them out of.

"Now that's just plain rude," John tells the house, dusting his knees. "It's not like I asked to be attacked first thing in the morning. What am I going to feed Danny now?"

The house's floor tiles shift in what John has come to learn was meant to be a shrug. The blasted thing has started copying Danny's teenage behavior, including that of his son's friends, and now seemed to enjoy rebelling against John whenever possible.

Thankfully, the house also seemed to really like Danny because one of the drawers opens, and a local Gotham breakfast dinner menu is flung at him. John catches the sheet with a sigh. He won't have to go too far when dropping Danny off at school.

"Morning, Dad," Danny greets, walking into the room wearing his Gotham Academy uniform. The dark night blue blazer, black tie, and dress trousers make his son look like the heir of the second most powerful being. It only took one glance to see that Danny came from nobility.

John knows he's a handsome bloke, but he had nothing on Clockwork's human form. That man was a temptation itself, and it looks like Danny has inherited his beauty.

John will never know how the brats in Danny's other schools could not see that. His son was perfect. John fights the urge to summon a camera. He always thought the fools always showing off the children's pictures were idiotic. Now that he's a father, he understands.

He smiles, "Morning, love. How about we go out to eat for breakfast?"

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They arrived at the dinner just as it was opening. John told Danny to order some black tea and went to the bathroom. He was only gone for a few minutes, but when he returned, he found his boy surrounded by a group of teenagers wearing the same uniform.

There was a splash of angry red on Danny's face as a girl gestured to him, obviously mocking him, and the rest of the teenagers laughed. Danny's hands were clenched in his lap, shoulders hunched, and head lowered as another teenager reached out and flickered his ear.

This one was wearing those ridiculous American leather jackets for some sport. He was also the biggest teenager there, a boy who thought himself too important for his own good.

John's jaw clenched.

Bullies.

Danny had bullies at Gotham Academy. Why can't his son just be left alone?!

John was just about to march across the room, ready and willing to fight a group of children, when Danny suddenly raised his head to yell in the face of the leather jacket git.

Alarmingly, the teenagers don't have the reaction that John expects. The large boy blushes, and the teenagers all seem to grow flustered.

No, John realizes with horror. No, they fancy him. The little rats bothering Danny are into him. Were all the other bullies just dumb kids who were terrible at flirting, too?

He is so stunned by the realization that he misses the way Danny attempts to push past the boy and somehow ends up tripping over his own two feet. He tries to catch himself on the table but the thing tilts over and their drinks fly.

Danny ends up half on the ground covered in drinks and looking bloody misaberle as the rest of the children snicker. John draws to his full height, deciding that it didn't matter what these kids felt for Danny.

His son thought they were bullying him because they made him feel terrible. So they were all going to feel the wrath of the one human who bullshits his way to being one of the mightiest spell casters in history.

"What the bloody hell are you urchins think you're doing!?" He yells. The kids all take one look at him before they scatter, rushing towards their posh cars outside.

"You alright, love?" He helps the boy to his feet, wiping some liquid with a napkin.

Danny looks small as he wipes away at his eyes. There weren't any tears; he was just taking the tea that had run down his face off. "I'm okay. Thanks, Dad."

"Do they bother you a lot?" He asks, anger growing in his chest. "We can go to your headmaster."

"No! Telling the principle will only make things worse!" Danny shouts, looking up in alarm. "Besides, they don't really bother me that much. Damian can usually scare them off. They should go for me, I can handle it; most other kids don't."

Fuck, where has he heard that phrase before?

It's alright if he hits me. I can handle it better than Mum.

John takes a breath through his nose, willing it to calm him down. This is another change that has come to be ever since he learned about Danny. Before, John would have gone off the handle, started a fight, yelled till he was red, drank, or slept through his issues, and damn the consequences.

He's got to think with a clearer head now. He owes Danny because of what his other father will do and because John wants to be the kind of father he never had.

The waitress rushes over, helping them get things set to right, and Danny apologizes for repeatedly knocking on the table. She waves away his worry, stating she saw the group and that, as someone who's worked near Gotham Acadamy for years, she knows what kind of students go there.

She also mentioned seeing what happened to the scholarship students over the years after nodding her head to Danny's pin. John hated that it was a requirement for Danny's uniform as a "show" of his accomplishments when all it did was single him out as a target.

While his son is distracted, John sends a quick text message to Bruce, informing him of the bullying Danny is going through.

Bruce responds with a single message: "It shall be handled." for once, he doesn't roll his eyes at the theatrics. A small thump on the window makes him glance up from his phone screen.

Pressed up against the glass is a blond teenage boy with wide eyes, breathing heavily and looking like a child staring at a feast of their favorite foods. John makes a face as the teenager's palms' and nose lean more into the glass, disorientating his image, but nothing could top the manic grin on his face.

John follows the boy's eyesight to where they practically devour his son, who is busy looking at the pasty bar. The waitress told him to pick anything he liked in the house to try and cheer him up from his bully.

Danny takes his sweets very seriously and studies his options with hyper-focused determination. He bends at his waist to look at the far-back brownies, and the teenager in the window lets out a cat-like growl of approval.

Alarmed, John steps in front of Danny, blocking him and his bum from view. The teenager, wearing the same uniform as Danny, and John was pretty sure he's seen this kid at Gotham High School when they had been touring the place before deciding to take Burce's offer, locks eyes with him.

John doesn't have to see into the stranger's scowl to confirm what he already knows.

That was not a human in control of the body. A demon likely took the unfortunate human for a joy ride. John raises his hand, spell crackling at his fingertips, and the scowl turns darker as the demon wearing the stolen face seers.

Just as he is about to fire off a spell, Danny's voice cuts through the tension, stepping around John with a happy "Bernard!"

His son walks up to the window before freezing and then looks back at John with the same bone-chilling expression of anger that he has only ever seen on one other being. That one being who could make the very fabrics of the universe fall apart despite not shouting or rampaging.

Danny inherited Clockwork's anger, it seemed.

"That thing is overshadowing my friend Bernard Dowd." Danny's voice is low and echoing. Somewhere behind him, John can hear the waitress gasp for air as the room's pressure increases, to Danny's displeasure. "I'm going to kill it."

John's knees shake as he fights to stay upright. "Alright. Make sure you finish murdering it before your second class. You have a chemistry test today."

Danny nods, walks outside, and grabs Bernard's arm to drag him into a dark alley. The dumb thing looked pleased, spraying something into its mouth. I thought Danny was going to snog it.

Fool.

As soon as Danny left, the pressure disappeared from the dinner, every human inside sighing relief once they could breathe better.

"What in the world was that!?" The waitress demands, her voice strained with fear.

John turns to her with a shrug. "Puberty."

Outside, a loud honk is heard as a certain teenager in a leather jacket slams his head against his steering wheel with a wail. His friends are quick to comfort him to the best of their abilities. They likely saw Danny drag the possessed human into the alleyway.

Good.

"Do you have any alcoholic drinks?" He asks the horror-stricken woman. "I need something strong."

"It's seven in the morning."

"Ah, a coffee then. Black. Strong. Anything to help me raise my boy and get through the day."

There is a long pause before she responds. "Of course, and it's on the house. Not easy being a single parent to....whatever that was."

At least she has a heart.

[artemisdarkmoon]

BNHA x Danny Phantom Story idea

Female Danny Phantom AU x bnha crossover wherein Rei Todoroki is actually Danny Phantom.

In this AU, Maddie is Japanese and Danny is now named Rei Fenton. For some reason, I dont know a fight with vlad or some unfortunate shiz,  Rei got her powers temporarily sealed, her hair turned white as a side effect. I’ts kind of like that episode Micromanagement except Rei could only use her ice powers without suffering drawbacks like what happened to Dani so she has to be careful in using her ghost powers or risk destabilization. 

She also got transported 200 years into the future of quirks and met Enji. Rei got into some trouble, used her powers in public w/c was a big no no in the future and got arrested by Enji. It’s how they met and Enji being the power hungry ass that he was, thought ‘Oh shit, this woman has sick ice powers. our babies would be powerful���-- so Enji then devised a plan, basically tricking Rei into marrying him and well, Rei having no powers, no family and no money or identity, thought, ‘hey I’ve been through worse. I’m sure marrying this red headed fire hazard couldn’t be worse than Vlad demanding her eggs so he could make more ghost child hybrids. Besides, he’s cute in a rugged sort of way.”

Course Rei in this AU is a lot more badmouthed than her canon counterpart. Shoto had to get his bad manners and denseness from one of his parents. Anyways, Rei didnt give in to Enji’s futile attempts to seduce her into having children with him that early, partly because she was super dense and a bit of a dumbass still. 

Eventually, Rei fell in love and they had Touya. Endeavor in this AU was a good father and husband for a while. The beating’s though, they didnt start until Shoto was born. Rei fought back of course but over the years her powers weaken, she could no longer produce strong unbreakable ghost ice like she did in the past. Her core was detoriating. Rei could generate ectoblasts sometimes but she would always feel weak after. She could have sworn her feet were melting. Everything fell apart after that. Her marriage was in shambles, her children were afraid of their father. 

Eventually, Enji’s betrayal and Shoto’s pain was causing Rei to spiral and her brain to melt--literally. ·In this AU, Rei didn’t burn Shoto with hot water. She tried accessing her powers once more to see if she could get something from the destabilization. But she accidentally blasted a powerful and uncontrolled ectoblast towards Shoto when he accidentally startled her. The kettle was heating at that time. It fell to the ground. Rei immedietly rushed towards her son, gathering what she can from her remaining ice powers to ease her son’s pain. When Enji arrived, he thought that Rei burned their son with boiling water after seeing the kettle spilled on the floor. Rei was crying. Enji realized that his wife wasn’t well and sent her to a mental facility where Rei mostly hibernated, saving what remains from her core powers. The mental instability mostly came from the lack of obsessions that were satisfied. What use is a guardian ghost? Rei couldn’t even protect her son from Enji. She lost Toya as well. 

And sooo this is just a story idea. I tried writing this but I can’t make out a good storyline.Too many plot holes. Just sharing this to the rest of the phandom though. :D

[frustratedcastingdirector]

Review: Brothers Joined by Fate and Furniture in ‘The Price.'

By ALEXIS SOLOSKI - The New York Times MARCH 16, 2017 Arthur Miller’s “The Price,” from 1968, is a tragedy disguised as a rummage sale. It plucks the slipcovers off the autobiographical material that Miller worked over for so much of his career — what sons owe to fathers, what brothers owe to each other, what the world owes to men of reasonable integrity. Women might owe things, too, but that was rarely Miller’s concern. Sympathetically directed and ardently acted, there’s much to enjoy in this Roundabout Theater Company revival, which opened Thursday night at the American Airlines Theater. Yet it shows “The Price” as a smaller, more stolid work than it wants to be — still just a little out of style. As the play opens, Victor Franz (Mark Ruffalo), a policeman 28 years on the beat, arrives at the attic of a Manhattan brownstone mounded with dusty furniture. Chests jostle with tables; sofas and wardrobes tumble together. Victor winds up an old phonograph and puts on a novelty record of people laughing. He also laughs. Why not? It’s either that or sneeze. With the building about to be demolished, Victor has come to sort out his dead parents’ effects. His father, once a ritzy businessman, went bankrupt in the 1929 crash. His mother died soon after. While his older brother finished medical school, Victor dropped out of college to support his father. Now all that remains of his patrimony is enough hefty wood and tatty brocade to churn the stomachs of every Design Within Reach customer in the first three rows. Victor’s disenchanted wife, Esther (Jessica Hecht), doesn’t want a stick of it (“Oh dear God” is her tipsy response). So he has hired a used-furniture dealer to appraise it. That dealer, Gregory Solomon, arrives in the rumpled form of Danny DeVito, who has decided that just because he’s in a Miller drama doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun. (“The Price” may be Miller’s funniest play, a low bar.) Heaving himself and his battered three-piece suit up the stairs, he declines an offer of refreshment with the borscht belty line, “Water I don’t need; a little blood I could use.” Solomon’s accent is supposed to be Russian Yiddish. Mr. DeVito’s isn’t. So what? He makes a meal of the scene and then eats a hard-boiled egg for an encore. The biblical Solomon had to divide up a baby (or threaten to, anyway); this one only has to appraise side tables and a cracked harp. But he’s wise, too. Also brash and digressive. (“Jews been acrobats since the beginning of the world.”) He and Victor are just about to seal their deal when Victor’s brother, Walter (Tony Shalhoub), enters unexpectedly. They haven’t seen or spoken to each other since their father’s death 16 years earlier. Walter, a successful surgeon in his fine camel coat, and Victor, an undistinguished patrolman in his clumsy uniform, are placed in opposition. Under Terry Kinney’s direction, so, too, are Mr. Ruffalo — a late replacement for John Turturro — and Mr. Shalhoub. Both are intensely likable actors, though Mr. Ruffalo has a line in Everymen, whereas Mr. Shalhoub seems to gravitate toward more rarefied roles. Here, it’s as if the costume designer Sarah J. Holden has placed lead weights in Mr. Ruffalo’s epaulets and helium lifts in Mr. Shalhoub’s shoes. Mr. Ruffalo’s body looks slumped and stunted, his speech a mumble. Mr. Shalhoub meanwhile keeps straining upward. His arms and hands reach high, his voice rises until it cracks. These are both thoughtful, textured performances. And if you believe that old quip defining good acting as not bumping into the furniture, then hand them a couple of Tonys. Ms. Hecht affords Esther pragmatic sympathy. But this is not Esther’s play. At one point Solomon tells her, “Darling, why don’t you leave it to the boys?” and “The Price” treats her with a similar condescension, sidelining her in her pert pink suit while the brothers argue, stranding her with domestic concerns while they debate moral philosophy. Recent Miller productions on Broadway have goosed the plays with counterintuitive casting, like the Mike Nichols “Death of a Salesman,” with its young Willy and reedy Biff, or radical staging, like the Ivo van Hove productions of “The Crucible” and “A View from the Bridge.” Mr. Kinney’s quieter, more faithful style emphasizes the fine roles for actors but doesn’t make a strong case for the play itself. Though Derek McLane’s set boasts a view out over the roofs of Manhattan, hinting at something symbolic and substantial, the play never quite escapes the room, narrowing to a quarrel about personal choices made in the past. Miller maintained he wrote “The Price” as a response to the war in Vietnam and that it was not based on his own relationship with his brother, who dropped out of college to shore up the imperiled family business. Neither assertion seems especially credible. Did Walter betray his family by following his ambitions? Did Victor betray himself by staying to care for their father? Who has had the more successful life? Walter with his money and prestige or Victor with his unbroken marriage and flatfoot honor? These are good questions, and Miller keeps the argument more or less evenhanded, tossing in a new twist every time one man’s claim threatens to dominate. Yet if the debate is involving, it’s not especially consequential. The price? It has been paid long ago. Little that the brothers say or do can change the past or affect the future. Instead, “The Price” ends more or less as it began, as Solomon, alone onstage, plays that laughing record again. Maybe we laugh, too: at human foolishness, at human intransigence, at how people, like furniture, fade and scuff, but still endure. https://www.nytimes.com/video/embedded/theater/100000004993176/excerpt-the-price.html?emc=eta1