#she probably almost calls him by Danny and has to cover it by calling him something dumb instead

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

DPxDC media story prompt

Okay first off, this sort of thing has been done before, but here’s a different version involving Jazz Fenton.

Popular in DPxDC fanfic is that the GIW have a media blackouts—or whiteouts, there’s kind of a difference, where whiteouts work more like… there is a file, but you can’t edit it or it may be locked out for certain users, or an edited version of events where things are ‘whited out’ like with correction paste, among other definitions.

Point is!

The GIW have a media restriction, and among these is social media, probably with certain words or phrases pinging to location restrict the post. There was probably a phase for a while where the A-Listers tried to get around it, but ultimately failed, and since they could only get information IN rather than information OUT, and possibly still a limited amount of outside information in the first place, social media didn’t take off as much in Amity Park than in other places in the world. There’s still a small local presence, but at this point it’s almost like a city wide chat room than actual social media.

Enter in, Jazz Fenton. She’s chronically behind on trends, so by the time she decides to get on social media, the GIW aren’t being as militant on it. And she has that habit of calling the ghosts by code names instead of their actual names, such as Crate Creep instead of The Box Ghost, or Ghost X instead of Skulker. By pure coincidence of her personal language use and Tucker messing with all of Team Phantom’s phone locaters for easier excuse giving, Jazz manages to dodge all the word censors.

She accidentally creates a whole online story community convinced it’s some kind of altered reality game or role playing game, what have you. Meanwhile, Jazz is letting off steam by ranting online with, of course, made up names of all the people involved. She doesn’t even notice the numbers, and that’s assuming the GIW didn’t just—region lock the ability to see them for whatever reason. The few Amity Parkers on social medias see Jazz, maybe look at a complaint post or two, then move on because this isn’t even an unusual video inside Amity Park’s social media sphere.

Heck, PHANTOM has a social media presence and he’s done several rant videos too! One particularly famous one is him complaining about keeping his boots and gloves white while being chased and one of the GIW agents actually stops and gives him advice before shooting at him again.

Those outside Amity Park, of course, only see Jazz’s videos. And she has no idea that she has an entire online presence and mild amounts of online fame. And again, almost everyone thinks the whole thing is just a fun little game, if oddly detailed.

Until, that is, a certain young man by the name of Bernard comes in. One of the few who are totally convinced this is real, he tries to also convince his boyfriend—Timothy Drake-Wayne. Who, in turn, finds it incredibly suspicious that it’s this hard to get news and posts from one random town in the Midwest.

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Writing Prompt Idea

I have no idea if this has been done before but I just had this idea so if it has been done feel free to ignore this but I gotta share this.

So, I always see these prompts of different characters being related to different DC characters. For example I've seen some where people say that Tucker is related to Lucius Fox. Dash is related to Harley Quinn. Jack being related to Bruce Wayne. Danny related to Tim/Damian/Dick or any of the other Batfam but one I haven't seen before is one that I feel could be easily used.

Maddie Fenton is related to Jim Gordon.

Now, I've never seen this or even heard people talking about it and I can kind of understand why. Maddie is shown to have a sister but like - hear me out anyways.

Maddie has a cousin, she has met him a couple of times as a kid and only once as an adult when Danny was around 7. There wasn't any real reason for it, just a Family Reunion and an excuse to spend time as a family, something she often forgot to do when she was so determined to get the Ghost Portal open.

Her cousin is Jim and his daughter is a good ten years older than Danny. She had heard that Jim was quickly rising in rank in Gotham City and that his daughter - despite the occasional odd truancy issues - had her head on straight. Jazz also adored the older girl and followed her around the entire reunion, looking almost like Barbara's little sister.

Danny got closer to Jim than his daughter though, and started talking about things that he probably shouldn't have. After all, what 7 year old has a filter? What 7 year old knows not to mention the fact that sometimes their food attacks them or that Jazz is learning how to cook because sometimes mom and dad forget to feed them because their research is important. The more Danny talks the more concerned Jim gets, but he's also conflicted.

This is his cousin, the same cousin who the time Danny fell and scraped his knee peppered kisses on each and every one of his freckles on his face and danced with him until the pain stopped and then patched him up and danced with him again. This is family. He's sure that Danny is just... making things sound bigger than they are, as children do - at least he hopes that's the case.

But on the off chance that there is something going on he slips Jazz and Danny both his number and gives his cousin the same number in case anything came up.

As the years go on though Jim starts to see more red flags. Small things at first - Jazz asking how to change the batteries in a fire alarm. Danny calling to ask if pot-lids could be stuck in the microwave to cover rice. Basic questions that could be asked to a parent or a parent should be doing for their kids anyways. But whenever Jim asked about this the answer was the same.

"Mom and Dad are busy in the lab."

This continued for years until a call from Jazz one night seven years after he'd met them for the first time. She was crying and sobbing, her voice shaking as she tries to get the words out.

"Danny had an accident. Mom and dad aren't home, what do I do?"

Jim was 900 miles away, he had no way to get to them. No way to get him to them. So he did what he could and instructed her to hang up with him and call for an ambulance. Jazz was scared though, she didn't trust the doctors but thankfully Danny's voice could be heard.

The relief Jazz had when her brother woke up was enough to make Jim feel like he was going to throw up. The call ended shortly after that but he made sure to call a few days later and ask his cousin how Danny was doing.

"Danny? He's just fine!"

"That's good. He healed from the accident then?"

"What accident- oh, Jack no, that goes to the right - your other right. Jim, sorry I have to go. We can talk about this later, okay?"

Jim was appalled. Jazz had called him in tears, hyperventilating and Danny had been unconscious - Jazz though he was dead - and their parents didn't have any idea?

It was a little over a year later that he got another call. Just as frantic, just as scared, but much worse.

Danny was all but screaming in the back ground, voices were telling him to holds still and that they knew it hurt but he was bleeding out and he needed to hold still. Terrified, hurt, betrayed voices. Jazz again explained the situation, this time eerily calm.

"I can't go into details over the phone but we're coming to Gotham City to seek Asylum against a law that will get Danny killed. We need you to keep Batman off of our tails until Danny is healed. We'll handle everything from there."

"Healed? Healed from what?" Why did these calls always happen during work. "Jazz, what is happening? You have to give me something if I'm going to protect you guys."

"... My parents cut Danny open, Jim. They cut him open and he's hurt bad. Myself, Danny, and two of our friends are on our way to you now." Jim felt like his jaw hit the floor then snapped back up so hard it gave him whiplash as he sank back in his chair. "Before you ask; no. Hospitals aren't an option. Danny isn't a meta and they weren't violating any laws when they cut him open. Which is why we need you to keep Batman away from us for as long as possible. What... what Danny is shouldn't exist and if anybody gets a hold of him they'll cut him back open, turn him into a super weapon, or destroy him."

"Then why call me. I'm a police commissioner. What makes you sure you can trust me?"

"I'm not. Neither are the others with us but the only thing Danny has said since we saved him is 'Go to Jim'. We're following his lead on this. So... I'm trusting Danny, who has his full trust in you, Jim. Don't let him down."

[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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

[ghosts-and-entropy]

Things Don't Stay Forever

Chapter 2: “I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won't be able to protect you.”

Jazz frowned down at her phone. She attempted to call her house phone multiple times since Danny hung up on her—rather abruptly—but all she received in return was a continuous ringing tone and then her family’s answering machine.

“Hello, this is Dr. Madeline Fenton—”

“—And Jack Fenton!”

“And you’ve reached Fenton Works. We can’t come to the ph—”

Jazz presses the call-end button and sighs. She takes a deep breath in and, determined, presses the back button, clicks the back and forth buttons on her Razr, and locates her address book, pressing the down arrow until she finds her brother’s cell phone number and clicks call.

Bringing it to her ear, she silently begs him to answer but immediately after the first ring, she hears the “call waiting” tone.

“Ugh!” She scoffs, and hangs up again, slumping down in her seat. Jazz rubs her hand against the side of her face, closes her eyes, and cups her frown. This is so frustrating.

She scared him. She scared him because she was scared. She cried. Why did she cry? And now Danny’s not picking up his phone or the house phone. Probably because he’s rushing to find her. Because she scared him and why? Why did she bring up dying? She knows how he feels about—

Jazz lets out a quick huff through her nose. She isn’t—she isn’t dying. She knows that. Danny said so himself too. Said he would feel if something was wrong. How? She doesn’t know. Danny’s connection to death is something she could never completely understand but she believed him, so incredibly strongly, when he was insistent he would know.

She trusts her brother with her life and beyond. It’s this infection spreading through the world she’s afraid of.

Besides, she also didn’t feel like she was dying. She didn’t even feel sick. But being near so many people these last two days has left her with the feeling she’s covered in bacteria and germs, not the good ones. Like the virus is in every pore of her body. Like she’s patient zero waiting for her body to be burned. She feels gross, but not sick. Not even close. She feels normal. Well, almost normal. This trip hasn’t been an easy one.

There would be signs though, right? Something showing on her skin? She would feel ill or look it at least. She catches a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. Actually, she does look ill. Her face is pale and drawn but isn’t that to be expected when one is hurrying home, driving cross country during a pandemic?

Maybe she should be feeling nauseous or something. She doesn’t know. There hasn’t been much reporting on the actual virus and while there is video of the infected and the effects of the areas they’re in such as burning villages and abandoned homes, they look like anyone else would if they had caught the flu. So. Not helpful.

The media has been hush-hush about the virus itself, though they’ve been very excited to show scene after scene of the Justice League running around all over the globe. And the CDC’s only knowledge is it takes up to twenty to thirty minutes for an infected person to show symptoms.

But what were those symptoms?

Opening her eyes, she pats herself down randomly, searching for any physical recognition of infection on her body. She pulls her visor down and stares at herself in the little mirror. She checks her eyes, and her cheeks, and opens her mouth wide to look inside but sees nothing different about her features.

Jazz notes her canines are larger than she remembers but it’s most likely from the ambient ectoplasm back in Cheyenne she took in when she parked to rest in the Walmart parking lot that was, conveniently, across from a cemetery. One of the few good things that happened to her on this trip so far.

She notices a small, light strand of blue near her bangs and brushes it aside a few times to conceal it. She turns her head right, then left but nothing else has changed besides the heavy and dark bags under her eyes, and her hooded lids lowered and tired.

She looks exhausted and weary. This whole situation has been emotionally and physically draining. Ever since Danny called her, three weeks ago, frantic and paranoid something was coming. He couldn’t tell her what it was, what he could sense, but something was coming and she needed to head home right that moment.

Dazing past her visor out her windshield, she should have followed his advice instead of being worried about her classes, her homework, and what her professors would have thought, Jazz thinks.

She trusts her brother, she does. If his instincts were screaming something was wrong, then something was wrong. She should have listened. She should have ran as fast as she could to her car and taken off. Gone home. Rushed back to be at her brother’s side to prepare for whatever was coming. But she didn’t.

And she’s here now. Sitting in her car, in a state that is not her own, possibly infected with a virus no one knows anything about, her phone battery at thirty-three percent, and waiting for her brother to find her after she’d nearly given him a heart attack with worry.

Jazz huffs and rests her head against her window. She hadn’t meant to scare him so badly. She had wanted to warn him instead. Well, no. That hadn’t been completely it. She also called to hear his voice. Feel some comfort and normalcy from talking to her brother. Maybe pretend for a moment she was simply driving home to spend the rest of summer with her family instead of running from something she couldn’t see or fight.

Her intention, though, was to tell Danny she was okay. That there were some minor complications along the way but she had a plan in place in case—in case—

Closing her eyes, Jazz takes another deep breath in and five seconds later, lets out a shaky one.

She just wanted to plan in advance in case anything happened. That’s all. Plans are good, better than good, they’re great to have! And Jazz has always been a planner. A fantastic one, if she does say so herself. So if she was exposed and is infected then she needs an organized list of instructions to follow so no one else is exposed too.

Better to be safe than sorry, right? She always says this and believes in it so strongly. One can never be too cautious. She’s told Danny this a million times. ‘Danny, make sure to grab your coat. It’s cold out there. Better to be safe than sorry.’ or ‘Mom and dad are going to be busy again tonight so make sure you come home right after school! I mean it. I don’t want you outside so late at night. Better to be safe than sorry, Danny.’

‘I don’t want you coming out here to save me. I want you to stay home, locked tightly in your room and away from all this. Better to be safe than sorry, right Danny?’

Jazz leans her head back against the headrest. She stares up at the dark grey roof of her car and breathes.

‘In one …two…three…four…five. Out one…two…three…’

She wants to be precautious. If she is infected—not dying, just sick—Danny said she wasn’t dying. Jazz doesn’t want to take the chance of making the trip home only to infect thousands of living people in Amity Park. She could never forgive herself. And if she exposes Danny…

She needs a plan of action.

But with Danny coming to get her what is she going to do now?

Abruptly, she sits up and opens her phone again, hits speed dial, and calls her house phone. Up to her ear, she listens to the ringing on the other side. The tone rings, over and over, making her anxious. She’s not expecting Danny to answer or even her parents but she wishes one of them would anyway.

“Come on, come on! Pick up, Danny. Please.”

“Hello, this is Dr. Madeline Fenton—”

“—And Jack Fenton!”

“And you’ve reached Fent—”

Jazz hangs up, and calls again.

“Hello, this is Dr. Madeline—”

Hangs up. Calls again.

“Hello, this is Dr. Mad—”

Hangs up.

“Hello, this is—”

Again.

“Hello—”

“Argh!” Jazz shouts and grips her phone tightly in both hands, shaking and bringing it to her forehead. She doesn’t cry because there is no point to it and what good would it do her anyway? It won’t make Danny answer his stupid phone, will it?

Jazz tries again. She finds her brother’s number and calls it. Although at this point, she doesn’t expect him to pick up this time either. And just like she expected, his phone goes straight to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Danny Fenton. If you’re trying to reach Drs. Fenton, you’ve got the wrong number.”

Jazz huffs at his bored tone, typical Danny, and listens to his recorded message waiting for it to end.

“If you’re the school, I didn’t do it! And if you’re calling for me, good luck, buddy! Maybe try me again in the next life. Thanks.”

Jazz goes to say something thinking the message is over before she’s cut off.

“Oh, leave a message for me, I guess. I’ll, uh, try and call back?”

The tone beeps. Jazz rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath in and—

“Danny Fenton! If you don’t pick up this phone right now I swear—” She grips the phone tightly and looks out her passenger-side window. There’s a residential neighborhood just across the road. She watches a family head out of their house, hurried and with suitcases in hand.

“Listen to me. I can’t stop you from coming for me. I know that. But you still need to be cautious when you do get here. We don’t know what this virus can do still. And I don’t know if I’m infected or not. So…wear a mask and make sure to bring gloves for you and me! If you’re bringing the Speeder, then pack mom’s extra hazmat. And an extra one for you too, mister! Also, Clorox wipes to wipe my stuff.”

She’s still watching the family across her way, absentmindedly. They pack the suitcases in the trunk of the car and close it shut. The parents usher their children to their seats and fasten them in. She watches them run to either side of the red car, and get in quickly, doors slamming loud, engine roaring louder.

“I don’t want us to risk anything. Do you hear me? You better hear this message before you get here, you jerk. Maybe if you hadn’t hung up on me I would have been able to explain all this to you.” Jazz rubs her forehead, agitated.

The car backs up fast from the driveway. Her eyes follow it as the family of four zooms forward down the street towards the intersection where she’s parked across on the side of the road.

“Maybe bring extra ecto-shots with you. Just in case something happens. You never know when we may need them.”

Jazz watches the car get closer to the intersection, stops at the stop sign like all good drivers do, and moves to turn left.

“Better to be safe than sor—”

—A loud screeching sound. Metal crashing into metal and glass resoundingly shattering from the pressure of a body shooting through the window. The sound of tires bursting. A body hits the ground and rolls until it comes to a full stop, mere feet away from Jazz’s car.

There are shards of glass and metal scattered all over the road. A large, rolling sound. A scream that belonged to someone in her car. Did she scream? Was that her?

Then silence.

Jazz is breathing heavy. She holds her head in her hand where she grips strands of her hair firmly. Her other is gripping her phone tightly in a fist. She hears a creaking sound but can’t tell if it’s coming from the crash site or her own hand.

“What just—was that—?”

A car that had just been turning a millisecond ago—that had a family of four sitting inside not moments ago— was now twisted and broken, lying upside down on the road behind her.

Jazz slowly lifts the phone back to her ear and stares in horror at the body on the ground—that was the father— her body twisted to look at the crash, smoke rising up from the pickup that had slammed into the body of the smaller car.

“I got to go. I’ll—I’ll see you soon, Danny.”

She hangs up.

[ourtearsofrain]

Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 3

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: medium long drabble?, lil angst (it just gets worse from here)

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings: ouid consumption, Sam’s being a bitch again

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June 23rd, 11:12 AM

Danny’s plan of paying Sam no mind only lasted for about four days as he spent his days with his dad on the golf course and his nights around the Kiszka’s fire pit with everyone but Sam, who always gave some excuse for not joining them, blaming everything from him being tired to the mosquitoes he wanted to “avoid”. Danny was more than happy to keep doing this all summer, the dark cloud that was Sam over everything barely more than a small smudge in his bright blue skies. That was until Jake and Josh decided to stick their grubby little fingers in his business with Sam.

“Oi! Wagner!” Danny can barely hear him over the noise of their ancient lawnmower, but the second it registers in his mind he knew it had to be Jake, the only Kiszka brother that would call him “Wagner” or use the word “Oi” to get anyone’s attention. He stops the mower, looking around his backyard in confusion before seeing Jake’s face pop up above the fence with a grin.

“What’s up?” He wipes the back of his hand on his forehead, the summer sun beating down on him as he shoved the mower around their backyard.

“You look hot.”

Josh’s face pops up next, a foot or two from Jake’s. “Yeah, you do.” He winks at Danny before blowing him a kiss as Jake rolls his eyes next to him.

“It’s almost like I’ve been pushing around a manual lawn mower that’s probably twice my age for an hour and a half.” He quips back.

“Well, when you finish, Josh and I are heading to that old swimming hole we used to go to as kids. You should join us.”

“Yeah, and don’t tell anyone but we’re bringing some of our good shit.” Josh offers him two overly exaggerated winks as he looks around as if he were making sure his words didn’t fall on any prying ears.

Always has to be theatrical, doesn’t he? Danny rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “Josh, recreational weed has been legal here since late 2018, you don’t have to be all hush-hush about it.”

“Yeah, but mom doesn’t know we smoke weed.” Josh leans towards Danny, more than likely standing precociously close to the edge of the chair he must have been standing on as he whispers.

“Mom knows.”

“Your parents definitely know, Josh.” Jake and Danny speak at the same time, both men trying not to laugh at the expression of surprise painted across Josh’s features.

“What??? How??” He whips his head towards Jake, narrowing his eyes at his twin. “Did you tell her?”

“I didn’t have to.” Josh’s eyebrows furrow until Jake continues. “Remember when we were 16 and you smoked so much you could do nothing but sit on the couch staring at the wall for like four hours?”

“No?”

“Exactly. Mom came in and tried to talk to you, she thought you were asleep with how closed your eyes were. Besides, half the time when I see you, you reek of weed. You’re not exactly keeping it on the downlow.”

Josh looks to Danny for backup, finding none as he offers him a small smile and a shrug. “Yeah, hate to break it to you, but your incense never covers up the smell.”

“My whole life is a lie. My own brothers have been lying to me for years. I don’t know what to believe anymore.” He looks down as he shakes his head, a sullen expression twisting his features.

“Oh my god, if I agree to come with you guys will you stop being so dramatic?”

Josh grins at Danny, happy their pestering had worked in their favor. “Never. See you there.” He hops off the chair without another word, disappearing behind the fence.

“Alright, well we’re gonna head over now, just come join us whenever you finish. Wear a bathing suit or something you don’t mind swimming in.” Jake’s gone before Danny can respond, having jumped off his chair and began to make his way back to his house just as Josh had done.

Danny shakes his head with a smile as he restarts his previous activities, putting more effort into pushing the mower to finish the job faster as the reward of swimming and smoking with the twins circles his mind.

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It had only taken Danny 30 minutes to finish mowing the rest of the yard, his body sore and tired as he gathered the remainder of his energy into getting changed and preparing for the short hike to their swimming hole. No no no no no no, this can’t be the only fucking swim shorts I have. He holds the shorts up, a Rebecca Purple pair with a two-inch inseam, left over from his high school days where he made that risky fashion choice one summer. At least it’s only Jake and Josh who will see them, they’ve seen me in far worse. God, I pray that they still fit.

He pulls them on, finding them only slightly too tight and left with no other choice, he leaves the house praying they would loosen up in the water. He finds the path through the woods quickly, hoping that none of his neighbors would see him dart across the street, his cheeks burning red from more than the light sunburn he had thanks to spending the last few days outside with less sun protection than he should have. The quiet calm of the woods as he walks along the old trail now overgrown with ferns and vines brings him a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt since moving to the city. He closes his eyes for a moment as he walks, the trail engraved into his mind even after all those years, taking a deep breath of the fresh forest air in.

A memory flashes across his mind briefly; of running through these woods as he raced his best friend and his older brothers, only 10 years old and not a care in the world. It was the first day of summer break, with the thought of the next school year pushed to the back of his mind as he splashed around in the water from dawn till dusk, making up games with his favorite people until they had just enough energy to drag themselves back home only to do the exact same thing the next day. But he wasn’t 10 anymore. He was 21. His best friend was now a stranger, and no number of happy thoughts could push away the reminder that this summer had to come to an end at some point.

Just as he begins to scold himself for putting a damper on what was supposed to be a fun day, he breaks through the tree line around the watering hole. It was all the same, just like his room. Every rock, tree, everything. It was as if time had stood still.

A sharp wolf whistle pulls his attention away from his thoughts. “LOOKIN’ GOOD DANNY!” Josh yells across the small clearing from the water, waving at him with a grin as Jake whips his head in Danny’s direction, an identical grin also gracing his features as he pauses the movements of his hands on Danny’s guitar that he had forgotten to return.

“Welcome, Daniel. So fine of you to join us on this lovely day.” Danny laughs at Jake’s formality, just the reaction he had been hoping for.

He barely has a chance to take his shoes and shirt off before Josh is chomping at the bit for company. “Get in the water with me, it’s the perfect temperature and I’m bored. Jake and Sam are too lame to get in.”

Fuck. Sure enough, Danny notices Sam perched on a rock away from his brothers reading, only sparing a quick glance up at him as Danny tests the water temperature with his toes. Is he… blushing? Don’t get your hopes up, it’s just summer, he’s sunburnt. Why would he have reason to blush right now.

“Wanna play mermaids with me, Danny?” Josh provides the perfect distraction from his own thoughts as the man bats his eyelashes at him with a grin.

Danny laughs as he wades into the water, already knee-deep in it. “How old are you, 8?”

“Hey.” Josh starts, pointing a finger seriously in his direction. “You’re never too old to play mermaids. In all seriousness though, we need a rematch for who can do an underwater handstand the longest. Last time you only won because Jake pushed me over.”

Jake’s quick to speak, even as he focuses once again on the guitar in his hands, already strumming away at the strings. “I didn’t, you’re just a sore loser.”

Josh only rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue out silently at his brother before he swims further into the watering hole, the ground far beneath his feet. Danny follows him, swimming close enough to him to be heard in his whisper. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me Sam was going to be here?”

“Would you have come if I did?” Danny says nothing, and Josh looks a little too satisfied at his point proven. “Exactly. Listen, it was Jake’s idea too.”

“Backstabbing bastards.” He mostly means it as a joke, only feeling slightly deceived at the twin’s plan.

“We aren’t trying to get you guys to be friends again, that isn’t what this is. If anything, it’s to torture him with your presence. We’re hoping he’ll get a fucking grip and stop being a mopey little bitch. Pull the stick out of his ass just in time to have some fun with him before- before we have to leave again.”

“Thank you for using me to torture your brother with your sinister plan.” Danny deadpans, but it’s hard to keep the smile from his face as Josh grins at him. “It won’t work though, he’s too stubborn.”

“Only time will tell, Daniel. Only time will tell.”

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[pseudolife-archived4]

pre-established or plotting call. my brain is still mushy from everything, but i'm around to chat a little bit here and there if you want. for an easier way of doing this, here's my muses, their verses, and a brief bit of information about them to make it easier to pick between them.

PSEUDOLIFE.

wrench. watch_dogs 2, watch_dogs. flexible for: modern, supernatural a hacker, an fixer, an addict. obsessed with technology and socially awkward. he's an adrenaline junkie that has a problem with authority, and smuggles in weapon and bomb bits using a my little pony dakimakura company as a cover.

birdie. horror, supernatural, modern. the final girl. she's canonically in love with a serial killer and doesn't care. has a bubbly personality, a sweet appearance, and is deceptively clever. cottagecore, in the way that she's always covered in dirt, sweat, and working really hard. loves birds, heavy metal, and once tried to kiss a werewolf 'better.'

eoghan. fantasy, dragon age, tolkien. a privateer and part time pirate. all that remains of a literal/figurative (verse depending) elf goddess. he's now a human who sometimes flirts with people, sometimes murders people, and is completely indifferent to his fate.

fujiko. modern. cod verse available. companion, sometimes wife, for hire. you probably can't afford her, but if you can, she's the most loyal woman you'll ever meet.

PSEUDOWAR.

kick. call of duty: ghosts, modern warfare, modern. the exfil guy, the tech guy, the (sometimes) quiet jokester. his life is chaotic due to his work, and he's almost always away on missions - but he fucking loves it. loves motorcycle riding, penetration testing, and anonymously uploading videos on both online.

nikolai. call of duty: modern warfare. a true patriot of his country - or at least what it should be. he's former spetsnaz, and currently the leader of a russian pmc - chimera. he has close ties to mi6, the cia, and british sas, but the person he has the most allegiance to is captain john price - and yes, it's an openly known fact.

riptide. call of duty: modern warfare. a combat diving specialist that works in counter-terrorism and hostage rescue, all he wants to do is help people. he's a kind hearted man from france that has a heart of gold, and an ability to forgive people that should probably be studied scientifically because what the fuck.

danny. call of duty: modern warfare, modern. former u.s. army, he now works in a pmc (shadow company). he's a good guy trying to do the right thing for everyone. he's large, has a habit of being unintentionally intimidating, and keeps walking into doorframes - help him.

moe. call of duty: ghosts, call of duty: modern warfare, modern. local military brat turns goth girl tattoo artist. a mean girl that's likes to bully people. her favorite color is red, she likes to race cars, and her driving license is probably not legal.

oliver. call of duty: modern warfare, modern. former paratrooper, survived a terrible parachuting accident that should have left him paralyzed and instead has left him in immense pain. he lives in a trailer on a pal's property and does volunteer work sometimes for the united search corps for missing people. has a bit of a pill problem.

trick. call of duty: modern warfare, modern. moe's adopted big brother, he's got trauma, and is unfortunately extremely smart. has moved over from being in the us army, to working for the cia (with laswell). he's got charisma and some old southern charm about him that hides a dark past and ugly temper.

CHWLNDDU.

gary 'roach' sanderson. call of duty: modern warfare. (reboots and ogs) the fng of task force 141. has a tendency to improvise on missions, and has the best/worst luck of anyone who has ever worked for captain price. friendly but mute, and can be an absolute gremlin if left alone for too long.

[charcoalhawk]

Stuck in Limbo

My Phantom Truce gift for @berry-berry-blu

I ended up going with your third prompt: Being friends with Danny Fenton is really frustrating when he keeps cracking jokes while bleeding out.

Warnings for; gore, description of wounds, blood

wc: 1066

“…297, 298, 299, 300. Ok, tell me another one Danny.”

“If I had a nickel for every time someone I should have trusted stabbed me in the back, I’d have way too many nickels.”

The rasping laughter that bubbles up from ruptured lungs sends more blood leaking out on her makeshift bandages.

The feeling of blood congealing in her hair and on her clothes has to be one of the most vile sensations in the world. And unfortunately Valerie has grown used to it.

At least most times it’s her own blood, scrapes and scratches from not getting out of the way fast enough. But what happened to Danny? She knows she saw a flash of bone and the edge of a spasming lung before she was able to attempt to treat them.

She remembers the moment she broke into the lab. She hadn’t heard any screams, just following the sinking feeling in her gut after Danny had disappeared following a fight between Phantom and Plasmi- Mr. Masters.

Phantom, strapped down to a metal table covered in wounds, while Mr. Masters loomed over him wielding what looked like a cattle prod. Only when he struck Phantom the electricity dancing around it was red, and with an agonized scream and a flash of white light, the boy of the table transformed from her second worst enemy to one of her best friends.

Her brain had needed precious seconds to make sense of what she was witnessing, but luckily after almost three years of fighting ghosts muscle memory had a blaster out and scorching hole in Mr. Masters shoulder before he could react.

How they got out was a bit of a blur. She knows she got at least two more blasts of at Mr. Masters, but she doesn’t know where they hit. Some part of her hopes that one of them was fatal.

She does remember leaving at least one shattered window as they escaped, and probably a hell of a lot of blood.

The cold autumn air meant that she had a flannel on hand to strip and make rudimentary bandages, and she kept a tiny stock of gauze on her glider so she wouldn’t have to go home after some of the nastier fights.

It still hadn’t been enough to stop blood from leaking out onto them both. Blood, and what she knows is ectoplasm. But trying to process that Danny is Phantom is something that’s going to have to wait until after she can get him stabilized.

At least Danny isn’t freaking out more with the realization that Valerie knows. But, given that both Tucker and Sam have to know, and Jazz given how calm she had been on the phone, at least means she isn’t the first person to find out.

Another shudder from Danny causes a fresh wave of gore to come dribbling out on their chests, and after almost an hour of actively bleeding out Valerie doesn’t know how Danny is still conscious.

“Don’t worry.” Danny seems to almost read her thoughts, or maybe he can tell by the way she holds him that much tighter. “You’ve done enough research into ghosts to know what a Core does right? Ectoplasm can replenish itself at a rate where bleeding out is pretty much impossible. Trust me, Vlad already tried that.”

“Hey,” she’s been so horrified for so long that her voice ends up coming out flat, “we agreed on one morbid joke per five minutes.”

“I still can’t believe you’re counting out the seconds,” Danny’s voice sounds far away, for all that his face remains pressed into the crook of her shoulder and collarbone.

“Hey, if you get to use a fucked up sense of humor to cope, I’m allowed to use this.”

Her phone had died about a half hour into their flight. And Danny’s was crushed or lost somewhere in the last five hours of chaos.

At least she’d been able to call Jazz beforehand. The older girl had promised to have the Fenton’s brought up to speed and ready to help the second they arrived at Fenton Works.

Jazz had trusted her to keep Danny conscious. With all the equipment available to them nothing should be able to stop the Fenton parents from helping their son, but none of that would matter if he died on the way back.

…well, died more than he already was.

Danny’s shuddering breaths rattle her own ribcage, each heave spilling more blood to soak into their clothes. She needs to rebandage them, needs to stitch the gaping wound on his chest and abdomen close.

As panic begins to overwhelm her she forces herself to take a deep breath, feeling Danny’s chest against her’s. Feels the slow, low hum of what she knows is a Core. She’d done what she could. In the moment getting him out of that hellscape of a mansion had been her top priority.

At least without any ghosts chasing her it’s a smooth ride on her glider. But even pushing it to its limit it’s taking them almost two hours to fly back to Amity Park. With the limited space on her glider she can’t get a better angle at Danny’s wounds, and if she tried to rebanage them now they’d have to stop their flight so she could concentrate.

At least flying chest to chest, with one arm wrapped securely around him and his flung over her back is keeping pressure on the wound. Maybe riding piggyback would have been more efficient, but then she wouldn’t have been able to see him, and she needed at least one hand free in case something came after them.

She can feel Danny’s legs begin to shake every ten minutes or so. Every time she reaches for that little bit of hope hiding in her chest, and every time she feels Danny take a deep, wet breath and the shaking subsides.

For now.

Everyone in Amity knows about the one sided feud between the Fenton parents and Phantom. She’s heard them vent about wanting to dissect Phantom molecule by molecule.

Hopefully they’ve changed in the last three years like she has, if nothing else Jazz can still help.

There’s nothing else to do but keep flying home. When they arrive at Fenton works they’ll either be treated with an ecto-weapon or with bandages.

She just hopes she’s making the right choice.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Guys tell me how do I get over the GoG Vol.3 movie pls it’s all i can think about -Danny

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xvii: K'uk'ulkan

They were taken to a small housing in the cave, with colorful murals in and out of it. They found K'uk'ulkan there, or Namor, as Shuri and the others had been calling them. Cat still hadn't made up her mind as to which name she was supposed to use.

"Princess," the man spoke in English, he got up to greet them. "Welcome."

His eyes landed on Cat, and she held his gaze unsure of how to feel about him. He looked smart and strong, but not necessarily dangerous. He was also handsome, but for the first time in her life, Cat didn't think flirting was the right call.

"My warriors tell me you go by Co'kat," he said, grabbing a teal-colored cape from behind him. "But I have the feeling you go by many names..." Namor approached and placed the cape around her shoulders, Cat stayed still. "Like me."

"Maybe I do," Cat closed the cape in place, its brooch seemed to be golden vibranium. "But Co'kat is the name my father's people gave me, it belongs to me only, and I felt... I heard you'd be more interested in knowing what I am, instead of who."

He smiled. "Both are good options, in my opinion," he pointed at the table. "Please, feel free."

Although he was being polite, Cat knew she wasn't an equal in his eyes. She was something interesting, but not like them. She wasn't royalty, so she stood behind Shuri while the princess approached the table.

"This is beautiful," the girl pointed at a bracelet.

"That was my mother's," he picked it up and handed it to Shuri.

"These are all Mesoamerican artifacts," she pointed out. "Most likely 16th century... have you been alive since then?"

Namor only looked at them.

"Your mother was human?"

He nodded. "She was. Then she became something else..."

The man then told them the story of their people, and how they were driven to the ocean after colonizers took their land. His mother had ingested a plant to save him while she was pregnant.

"I was a mutant."

His words resonated in Cat's mind. Now she understood why he wanted to meet her. She'd told his warriors she was a mutant too, and probably made him curious. It did not mean he wanted to be friends. He had no love for the world above water, and that was Cat's home.

"Why are you telling us this?" Shuri asked.

"So you understand why I have to kill the scientist."

"What if we took her to Wakanda?" Shuri offered. "Let us go. I give you my word, she will remain in my country."

"I cannot risk that, princess."

"Then keep me instead—"

"Shuri," Cat warned her, but the girl kept talking.

"I'd love to see your nation."

Namor looked at her and then at Cat. "Well, you can't go down there wearing that. Hypothermia will grip you almost instantaneously. Your blood will become toxic, and the pressure of the ocean will break every bone in your body... or you can wear a suit," he smiled. "We have some of them. Come on!"

Shuri looked at her, and Cat snorted. At least he had a sense of humor.

"I guess you won't be needing one," Namor pointed at her.

"Yeah, that's, er, that's my mutant gene doing its magic. I can shapeshift and mimic other people."

"Even powers?"

"Yeah, and sometimes I can see their memories if I mimic their brains right. That's how I was able to speak to your people."

He hummed, walking up to a corner of the little house. "Are you the only one of your kind?"

"Mutants rarely resemble one another. I have a friend— he's blue and has pointy ears too, but he's covered in fur and has three fingers on each hand. He can teleport."

"You copy that power from him?"

Cat paused but decided it was best to say what was on her mind. "You're an exception to our rule. Mutants are not treated with the same reverence as you are. I mean, out there we are..."

"Freaks," he said. "Abused. Locked in cages."

She watched him offer a suit to Shuri. "Yes."

Namor watched her attentively. "Humans don't react well to things they don't understand. Mutants are out of their line of expertise. We're all different, you say, our appearance... our abilities... the nature behind our existence... it confuses and scares them."

Cat's eyes darkened. She placed the helmet on Shuri's head and spoke in a low voice. "There is a man out there hunting me down... just to prove that he can. He's called me a... a pet... his beast..."

The princess looked at her with worry, Cat didn't face her.

"He's insulted you," Namor helped her seal Shuri's suit properly. "Mankind does not deserve to have you at their disposal, Co'kat."

"No," she agreed. Her eyes gained focus again, and she fixed her posture. "That's why Shuri's going to make me a suit," she locked eyes with the man. "Thanks to her I won't be disrespected again."

He smiled knowing what she was trying to do. "Did you know your parents, before you were taken?"

Cat was taken by surprise. "How did you..."

"I've lived long enough to recognize an orphan when I see one," he explained. "Besides, you said it, mutants don't live nice lives on the surface. It is easy to confuse obligation, with acts of love," he placed a gentle hand on her cheek. "Someone that loves you does not ask for things in return."

Cat stared into his eyes, Shuri sensed it was dangerous to let them continue the conversation any further, so she intervened. "I'm ready, Namor."

Cat gave a start, she looked at Shuri and cleared her throat. "Go ahead, princess. I'll be right behind you."

Namor smiled without saying anything, he guided them out.

Talokan felt like it belonged at a different point in time. Their culture had remained untouched and evolved naturally, they had developed their own kind of tech, and this world hadn't been poisoned by wars or evil people. It was a utopian experience.

"Is that... a sun?" She asked in awe.

"It's made of vibranium," Shuri pointed out in wonder.

"Yes. In the depths of the ocean, I brought the sun to my people," he looked at Cat. "That was my act of love, they raised me after my mother passed." Cat felt a lump forming in her throat, she looked away from him. "I know you wished me to spare the life of the scientist. But now you see what I have to protect."

Shuri had nothing to say. But Cat did it for her. "The girl is not responsible for what others did. She had no intention of using the machine, it got stolen from her."

"That is not the point."

"It's exactly the point," Cat pressed. "You kill her, you take away humanity's hopes for a future that's not led by greed."

"And who can assure me this girl won't grow up tainted with your people's ideals? They managed to taint you."

Once again Cat was brushed aside, and the worst was that she couldn't prove him wrong.

"Let's go back to the surface," the man said.

Namor gave them gifts for being the first people from above to visit his home. Shuri was given his mother's bracelet, Cat was given the teal-colored cloak that was just as weightless in the water. If she were to guess, the fabric was strong enough to stop knives from reaching her body too.

On the back of it, there were two jaguars embroidered with golden and silver threads, Namor said she resembled this creature physically, and in spirit, the jaguar looked after the darkest parts of the universe, the ones that were often hidden from sight. Cat felt honored, she would cherish the gift as much as she'd loved the spear the Skrulls had given her all those years back.

Shuri and Namor continued to talk until they reached the subject of Shuri's brother.

"How does that make sense... that the ancestors would give me gifts and skills... to help me save my brother, and I couldn't? Why?"

Cat had asked herself the same question many times in the past. She'd never reached a satisfying answer. Neither had Namor, but he still had words of comfort. "My ancestors would often say... 'Only the most broken people can be great leaders'."

Maybe that was why Fury kept on forcing this idea that she should be the leader of the young Avengers, he saw something in her that she couldn't, blinded by her own grief and anger.

"I admire what you have built here," Shuri continued, "and how you've protected your people. But as princess of Wakanda, I will not stand for you killing that young woman. My nation will not rest until I'm returned. I'm not leaving without her... We need to find a peaceful way to resolve this."

"It is no longer about the scientist," Namor replied. "For centuries, the surface nations have conquered and enslaved people like us. Over resources," he let out in a tone of incredulity. "Since the day I buried my mother, I have prepared my people for the time they will come for us. And that machine is the sign that the time is now."

He leaned closer to the princess.

"I need to know if Wakanda is an ally or an enemy. There is no in-between."

"So you plan to wage war on the entire world... and you want Wakanda to help you?" Shuri scowled. "That's madness."

"There isn't a nation that wouldn't plunder Wakanda if given a chance," he replied sternly. "If we make an alliance, we can protect each other by striking them first. Then, when the threat of these nations has been eliminated... the scientist will be returned to Wakanda."

The mutant remembered the promise she'd made to Kurt when they were eighteen.

"Humans can't even respect each other. What makes you think they'll respect us?"

"We'll make them."

To Cat, Namor's plan made perfect sense.

"And if Wakanda does not accept, what then?" Shuri asked boldly.

"The scientist will die," Namor replied unbothered. "And Wakanda will be the first nation to fall."

"An attack on my people?"

"Yes. And I want you to listen to me, Wakanda cannot win a war with Talokan."

Namora rose from the water. She spoke in Mayan. "You have been summoned, K'uk'ulkan."

He got up and spoke one last time to the princess. "I heard you that night, with your mother at the river... you said you wanted to burn the world. Let us burn it together."

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He narrows his eyes and looks at the man, who could probably have him disappeared a dozen ways with nothing but a text, and weighs his options. He can feel Morpheus still shaking and decides - fuck it - and chooses violence. "You can call me Hob, Tim, and all you need to know is your son calls me Daddy, too."

It was supposed to be a joke listing. Bring a line cook parolee covered in body art in active recovery as your plus one to a family dys-function as revenge, haha, very funny. Only the posh stranger who reaches out to take Hob up on the ludicrous offer turns out to be wound so tight over his upcoming New Year's Eve dinner that Hob decides to make himself everyone's fucking problem. Dream's family won't know what hit them.

The Sandman x Shadowhunters

Hob Gadling, King Consort (And Friends) by Aria_Lerendeair | Rated: T | 12.4 k words | Complete

With several Nightmares poisoned and let loose into the Waking world in New York City, Hob steps in to help Dream get things sorted while Dream tracks down who was responsible.

Turns out that it might have been a bit of a trap. For Hob.

Good thing there were some tattooed teenagers with swords that were willing to help him out, after a brief inquisition or two.

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Glassine

Glassine is the musical moniker of Baltimore-based producer Danny Greenwald. Greenwald’s most widely known release to date is probably 2015’s No Stairway, an album crafted out of field recordings taken inside the retail chain Guitar Center. His most recent release is Radial,a collaboration with Horse Lords drummer Sam Haberman, reviewed in last month’s Dust. Tim Clarke wrote that Radial “veers between malfunctioning electronica (“Up, Together, Reach”), throbbing ambient drone (“St. Pete”), clattering percussive workouts (“Brushes in Woodstock”), and what could almost pass as vaporwave (“Behind a Seatbelt”).” For Greenwald’s contribution to Listed, he chose 10 things that have inspired him other than Nirvana.

Pink Floyd — “Bike”

I used to hang out with this guy in high school who ate a lot of acid. Now he is a Hasidic Jew. We were close. He made high-quality iron-on decals with a fancy printer he had sent to a church across the street because he bought it with a stolen credit card. He made a t-shirt that said on the front, “I’ve got a mouse and it hasn’t got a house, I don’t know why I call him Gerald.” And on the back, it said, “he’s getting rather old but he’s a good mouse.” When I first heard the song “Bike” I thought it was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. It’s obviously brilliant and I was a dumb kid and Syd Barrett is my favorite guitarist. Watch him shred.

Jason Urick — Husbands

Husbands by Jason Urick

The first show I ever enjoyed that only used a laptop was Jason Urick performing in some warehouse in Baltimore. I would go see him play in various other venues with unclean floors, but I’d usually lie on my back toward the front. Everyone would stand kind of far back from Jason and his laptop in the way you’re probably picturing, but I would lie down. His seamless textural transitions are a guiding light. I listened to Husbands on headphones 1,000,000 times lying on my back. In bed, usually.

The Microphones — Mount Eerie

When I first heard this album, it blew my mind. I knew all of Phil Elverum’s previous albums, but this was on some whole other trip. It’s my favorite Microphones record. Me and my friend Brian would listen to it in its entirety in his driveway in his small Toyota Yaris in Pikesville, Maryland, at like 3am. I LOVE the line that goes, “you’re soccer balls on knees.”

“I know you’re out there, You’re lanterns on lakes / I know you’re out there, You’re soccer balls on knees... through your skirt I see... your legs gracefully / I know you’re out there, you’re swaying and pleased / I know you’re out there, you’re vultures in trees / I know you’re out there In mountainous peaks.”

Cass McCombs — “AIDS in Africa”

This song taught me an incredible lesson about the usage of metaphor and allusion in songs. Listen to the entire song — then do some research — then think about the line, “Survivor cells are chanting ‘Ali, Bomaye.’” I used to write a lot of words; however the lesson has very much crossed over into how I go about textural arrangements, field recordings, samples, and what have you.

My mom, Donna Greenwald

Outlook, “Anthem Annie”

My mom sang the National Anthem at every Major League Baseball stadium. I’m not a big fan of the song, however I was able to travel across the country on a train because she was able to wrangle corporate sponsorships in the ’90s for her “National Anthem Tour.” Only an amazing lady could pull off something like that. Self-PR in the days of phone books and small-town newspapers. Learn more about Donna Greenwald by listening to this podcast episode I made about her.

Horace Andy — Dance Hall Style

Once when I was 15 or so I walked into The Sound Garden, a record store in Baltimore, and asked what I should listen to. The person walked (almost urgently) to the reggae section in the back of the store and handed me Dance Hall Style on CD. Horace Andy looks so cool on the cover. Also, I intrinsically had a lot of trust in the person who helped me because he also looked very cool. Lyrically, the album is very heady. And his voice is so expressive. The production sounds like outer space in the mind of an extremely sensitive man.

MF DOOM and all of his monikers/collaborations

Daniel Dumile was the cleverest person to walk the earth. He was an insanely talented and underappreciated producer. He was an immense talent and the world is less enjoyable without him. He felt like the most distant stranger that I kind of knew from someplace. He helped me get through some really difficult times.

Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa On the microphone he flossed the ring (“Super!”) Average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM, he’s like D.B. Cooper

Grateful Dead — Dark Star, Rotterdam Civic Hall, Rotterdam, Netherlands 5-11-72

I grew up on the Dead. Here is a 48-minute version of one of my favorite songs. I don’t have anything more to say about it.

“Shall we go, you and I, while we can through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?”

Panda Bear — Person PItch

Also a great non-album track recorded at The Ottobar in 2007

Person Pitch was a game changer for me. I was already into atmospheric and druggy music that sounded like waterbeds, but this record utilized discernible samples, like skateboards and infants crying. Panda Bear turned all his samples into clay and treated them like weather patterns. I saw him perform at The Ottobar when the album came out. He used two SP303s (which were actually used to record the entire album) and a small mixer on stage with a very organized row of SmartMedia cards. Here is the tour poster hanging in my studio. I colored parts of it because I was working at a summer camp and had unfettered access to an array of markers. Also, I love his voice and Person Pitch is a play on Pet Sounds. That’s cool. Also, WZT Hearts opened and Jason Urick was in that band.

CELESTIAL WHITE NOISE | Sleep Better, Reduce Stress, Calm Your Mind, Improve Focus | 10 Hour Ambient

I fall asleep to this every night.

Björk — Unravel

This is one of my favorite songs. Everything about it. Heartbreaking. The End.

While you are away My heart comes undone Slowly unravels In a ball of yarn

The devil collects it With a grin Our love In a ball of yarn

He’ll never return it So, when you come back We’ll have to make new love

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 224

The Things They Carried/The Caretaker

“The Things They Carried”

Plot Description: while investigations case involving two soldiers just back from Iraq, Sam and Dean run into Coke and reluctantly agree to let him help

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I would simply never voluntarily join the military. RIP this girl but I’m different

There are so many scenes my boss could have walked through the break room and it HAD to be while Sam was silently researching the Mark of Cain and Dean loudly accuses him of looking at porn???

Dean is being so season 3 right now. He thinks his time is running out (though this time he doesn’t know how long he has), and he just wants to go about things like normal and wants Sam to just be alongside him

I still don’t LIKE Cole (you know, the marine I’ve spent too long complaining about even BEING in the show), but I can be compassionate that he’s lost his dad and will likely lose his best friend to things involving the Winchesters’ business

“Medium build and brown hair” can describe SO MANY DUDES…

I know you wanna protect your friend, but like…he smashed a wine bottle, cut a guy’s throat, and drank the blood off the convenience store floor, so…

What if Kit kills Coke and then I never have to deal with him again?

Wtf, that thing looked a lot like the memory worms from Doctor Who, but instead of erasing your memory, it makes you wanna drink blood. And now one’s in Cole, and he’s TOTALLY okay with Dean electrocuting him to get it out

Dean being so conflicted about almost killing Cole. It’s wonderful. Dean who searched for the Father of Murder for a bunch of last season and this season, who’s been killing all his life, but now that it’s someone who needs help but who’s also TRIED TO KILL HIM AND SAM, he’s conflicted? Gorgeous

This rapid dehydration is taking a really long time

Dean’s so fascinating. He’ll tell everyone and their mom that they’re not allowed to give up, that they have to fight…but himself? He’s not worth, it in his mind

I hope this is the last we have to see if Cole. Dean was able to save him, but Sam couldn’t save Kit.

Can he stop calling them Sammy and Deano??

“The Caretaker”

Plot Description: The terrifying Skovox Blitzer is ready to destroy all humanity

I could never be an Eleven or Twelve companion. I’d literally rather disappear from my normal life for as long as I’d be with the Doctor than do this part time gig thing they all have. It looks EXHAUSTING

That said, I’m still enjoying the very platonic sunshine & grumpy dynamic between Twelve and Clara. Probably because the sunshine one is still a little cynical and the grumpy one has a taste for the wondrous, and they truly like being together

I forgot the premise of this one is that the Doctor gets a job at Clara’s school while she’s trying to juggle being a companion with her job and budding relationship with Danny

It’s funny that she’ll call out the Doctor for trying to be mysterious when she’s not stupid enough to not see he’s trying to be mysterious, and then Danny does the same to her the very next scene and there’s no reflection of that

The opening credits are still REALLY bad

Well, he’s no Ten when it comes to going under deep cover. Where’s your pocket watch that holds all your actual memories?? Though…now that I think about it, at least you’re not just saying “Physics physics physics physics physics physics”

I’m fascinated by Twelve’s perception of humans. “It’s assembly now, go worship something” WHAT, sir??!!

If you saw two kids just playing on a phone outside a gate, why would you assume that there was DEFINITELY a third in the abandoned building behind that gate? And that’s what you get, blasted to bits by a robot looking alien…

Ok but the Doctor becoming besties with Jane Austen and going on holidays together but then getting abducted by other aliens before forming a band with Buddy Holly IS an episode I’d like to see

Omg the Doctor thinks Clara is dating the other English teacher and not Danny…

“Why are you talking like an idiot?” would be a WILD thing to say to a temporary school caretaker you barely know…if it wasn’t Clara to the Doctor I’d be aghast

Oooo Danny’s getting suspicious of the caretaker, me thinks

Sorry. Back on the comparing Ten and Twelve again. You’re not going to get “I think you’re giants” lines from Twelve about humanity, even if he does care for humans just as much (DEEP deep down). But you also wouldn’t get “You’re weird” “Yes, I am. What about you?” “I’m a disruptive influence” “Good to meet you” “And you” “Now get lost” from Ten with any student he was trying to save

OH MY GODDDD HE THINKS SHE IS DATING THE OTHER ENGLISH TEACHER BECAUSE HE SEES ELEVEN IN HIM. STOP. And she’s so excited he approves of Danny 😭

Doctor…you put one of your time bombs or whatever ON A FIRE ALARM?!?!

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. This…this has got to look and sound SO CRAZY to Danny, and Clara’s just scrambling to do some kind of damage control, to hold on to both parts of her life as they crash into each other at lightning speed

Not Danny calling the Doctor Clara’s space dad 💀

Ugh this hurts. This is probably the first time Clara’s said she loves Danny and it’s just after he’s figured out (some of) her big secret and as the Doctor is insulting him

(Omg he saw Clara hanging with a guy with a bow tie and went, ah yes, THAT is her boyfriend)

Why does she need to explain Danny to the Doctor?!

They really didn’t build Danny up enough for this betrayal of sorts to feel earned

They’re both putting Clara in this impossible position. It’s so unfair. Look. I GET why these two would hate each other but don’t take it out on Claraaaaaa

One day, I hope Courtney “Disruptive Influence” Woods gets her chance to go to space

It truly took me til now to see how much the other English teacher looks like Matt Smith. It’s not just the bow tie, it’s also the floppy hair (though the teachers’s has a bit of curl to it)

Courtney has nothing to worry about…it’s not the end of the world (unless the Doctor can’t defeat the Skovox Blitzer). Her parents are literally arguing that there’s been improvement since last year when she was a VERY disruptive influence

I DIDNT THINK TODAY WOULD BE THE DAY COURTNEY GOT TO GO TO SPACE 💖 I’m sorry she didn’t enjoy it as much as she wanted

We’re getting so close to ACTUALLY getting Missy.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "michael myers escape scene" on YouTube

You know us living here bothering him almost covered up with Billy z is doing it all adds up and it's a big masterpiece and we are actually wrong and it was very close and our friend is being tortured and abused and screwed around with beat himself up with a bike and has round circles on him because he had a saved with the Lusitania and I think it's Billy c who was trying to hit us with weaponry and we're researching it a lot of people are telling us who and what the ship it was and more but we have witnesses on board and they know which one it was and you remember him in the Navy and he said he was Dutch or something or a Dutch Germans they call it that's Germany I think a lot of Germans in that area and our friend says is true and they say it's true too help decide having different color hair and this is what's going on too I've never seen so much stupid stuff so quick in my life but boy is it s******* some light on the Max and with her up to his plan is out there messing with us so bad you would think we're not even there and this is going to heat it up and we're going to go out there and do some damage to them and he says that Jason Voorhees is going to be there first and if you look down he says at the feet of Danny Trejo and he has a g*********** say we're in trouble now and it looks like Tommy f type work cuz he doesn't remember what a cello is what are you saying this that that's the doctor and she takes his face you can see that his face isn't going to do much and she does a bad job he says it's also something weird it's all white and it's not crusty so she preserves it and it's a threat and it's kind of mild but he's the doctor and that's the cop following her around after and it's very weird this is going on tonight I wouldn't doubt it in Los Angeles and that's where it is he had a lot of trouble out there and it's just a weird guy who did body worlds and he went to body worlds and free Preston he's been bothering the s*** out of him for years it's like Preston had to be free you have one of them in there and the neck is already a plan and probably had him do it for the ships and the trusses it says yeah probably a little weird that was wrong and didn't tell him to do all the stupid s*** is adding tons of stuff in and back Daddy and before that is our friend next door I can see what he's saying they're ready they had been waiting and it's really easy and he's a Mac and Mac is waiting and he's running his plan and it's terrible from terrible for us horrible

Trump

Gross. Jamie Lee Curtis is the wife she's b******* about the whole thing and says nobody should know it should be talked about then she said this guy's out of control and she means her husband and he is that's some real s*** and he's chasing around the mask but everyone sees why now but holy crap what a nightmare you people are you know especially the max he's got all this money all the stuff and you don't give him anything so you can't even do anything to implicate him and people are running in circles yammering and the max are doing it and we're going after them for it I'll tell you what you'd never going to have enough power back to overcome everyone to arrest him he's going to sit here suffering with nothing if you try and get him money and implicate him you're going to get the living s*** kicked out of you

Hera

This is a joke I can't really get a money but if I do we probably will get the s*** kicked out of us but we think it won't it won't go that way what you noticed is he doesn't want the money that much he doesn't want to be tied to it and some way it's true but really if we got them some we'd have to do something and it kind of works that way if you get him a little bit here and there like the IRS and retards it's horrible it's like the TV show the office and all kind of going after each other hard though he's probably do that in office show having the finale but for real you get him a little money at a time and it opens stuff up and it forces people to do stuff but she's right and in that if you got him a whole bunch people coming here and beat the slaughter people it's horrible it's terrible they're all treating him exactly like what he is this is also a nightmar

Mac

[serialreporter]

apparently i never talked about survivor ! danny on here. so here's a little bit of info on that:

i think the funniest idea to go with on this is literally nothing changes - character wise for him. he's still a narcissistic serial killer back home, he's just a survivor in the realms instead. probably wouldn't of gotten taken by the fog right after roseville though. i'd say a few months before he came to florida.

definitely not the most altruistic. he'll prioritize his own well-being above all else. HOWEVER, he understands that in order to increase the chances of getting out alive, they need to work together. which is... easier said than done. his entire life, danny has pretty much worked alone.

so what that means is this. he will pay close attention to who he gets put into a trial with. he will analyze how they perform in these situations and deduct who the weakest links are. he's more likely to throw those people under the bus especially if they're not contributing anything to getting out and spend the entire time hiding and running away. but also,, it's the sadistic, horror loving part of his brain too who can't pass up the chance to witness terrified people being hunted down and killed. he justifies it by saying they weren't being any help, but he's also just 👀

he's a stealthy bitch. LITERALLY a bitch to find if you're the killer, because he's just that good at hiding and sneaking away. and he's smart, too. he's very good at predicting where the killer is gonna go or do, and similarly with survivors. seems to always be at the right place at the right time, because of it. he's notable for pallet stun or flashlight saves bc of it.

he kinda. has a masochistic mentality regarding it. because the fucked up horor loving gremlin in his brain is pretty hype about being in the trials, even if it's utter hell. he over all just seems wayyy too comfortable with the way things are, and honestly it wouldn't be shocking if other survivors were like 'dude wtf' @ him.

OH YEAH, and his perks! which are basically just a reverse of the ghostface perks.

takes one to know one

you're intimately familiar with the ins and outs of what it takes to be a real killer. because of this, you have a special bit of insight when it comes to predicting where and how the killer will strike next. every time the killer goes into it's special power, their aura becomes highlighted to you for 8 seconds.

"This isn't my first rodeo, it's not even my tenth." — Danny Johnson.

hop skip town

the years you spent on the move and covering your tracks has taught you a thing or two about making a grand escape from the scene at large. when injured, press the action button to activate this perk, hiding your scratch marks and pools of blood for 15 seconds.

"It's almost as funny as watching the cops scramble to find me." — Danny Johnson.

teacher's pet

the entity is entertained by your antics and the stakes your presence brings to the trial. if a survivor is picked up while you are within 8 meters of the killer, you are granted the ability to call upon the entity to block the nearest hook for 25 seconds.

"I think she's a fan." — Danny Johnson.

[a-nonbody]

Water under the bridge

Masterlist October / Slasher

DBD! Ghostface x gn! Surviver! reader

Notes: not really but close to angst

Words: 888

lovers to enemies (sort of); killer and survivor; Danny and Y/N know each other from the past

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I was running away. Just a second ago I was working on a generator like every round before I heard footsteps. I had a feeling that those were not from one of the other survivors, as we were called.

Killers hunting survivors. And just like prey running away from a predator. This was a game for them, while it was always a pain for us. Even if we die one round, we would be back the next if we were chosen. Chosen by the thing that dragged us here in the first place. It was noticing but fog for us. A terrifying fog. The one thing that both sides of this game feared.

Running away from the Killer, mind blank. There was no other thought in my head than survive. I did not want to go through that pain again. Not today.

But soon I noticed that no one was following me. I hid behind a tree and stopped, trying to breathe normally. Knowing that there was a new killer around was not any better at that moment. That meant that even though I did not hear anyone at that time, it does not mean, that the Killer was not close by. Maybe this one was quiet.

"Y/N! Y/N RUN!" Jake. Running away from something. A cloaked figure with the infamous mask. Ghostface.

A new killer her. But not a new killer in my books. I have heard too much from that thing around my time. And I knew what it was capable of in the past, and I did not want to find out what it was able to do now. So I ran. Fast. Not fast enough. Jake was gone. I heard that loud and clear. What I also heard was the Killers footsteps now after me. And they were getting closer, and closer. I tried to go even faster, but Ghostface was faster.

He threw me on the floor, turned me around on my back, and lifted his knife. I tried to react by covering my face, but nothing came. He stopped. He just looked at me, with his knife still lifted, slowly putting it down. "Y/N?" What?

I slowly opened my eyes again, while I put my arms away, looking at the person on top of me.

The mask was still on. At that moment I had no clue who the person behind it was. And it was terrifying. To lie on the floor, with a killer on top who seems to know you. Either the killer knew you from the past, maybe when the mask was off, or they were the killer's next victim. A victim he was unable to get because of his disappearance. Y/N was shaking in fear, tears forming, and unable to utter a word. Ghostface sat up and put down the knife next to the two of them. Slowly his gloved hands went to his mask and he took it off.

"Danny?" Danny Johnson and Y/N L/N. High school sweethearts that broke apart after Danny left one day without saying a word. It took y/n a long time to get over the fact that their boyfriend would just leave without a word, breaking every piece of hope they had of forming a future with him. They gave up searching for him after a few years, thinking that Danny died or had an accident, only to then see a familiar face in the news. A journalist that gained attention after continuously writing about the Ghostface Killer. Jed Olsen knew almost everything about him. And now it all made sense why.

Y/N was on her way to Roseville before she was sucked into this mess of a sick game. And now the entity has to spit out the person they were looking for. Danny Johnson aka Jed Olsen, also known as Ghostface. They felt sick. They had a weird feeling that this may be the case, that Jed was Ghostface, and that Jed was Danny. But now that they knew, that all those thoughts were true, y/n felt sick

"Get off me," they mumbled, all while trying to push away the thing that they were once in love with. In love with a killer. Y/N wanted to puke. "Love, wait-"

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT"

The scream was loud enough that the people in the survivor camp probably heard it. It was also loud enough to make a grown man flinch. Both people had tears in their eyes. But what did he expect? For y/n to close their eyes and just accept the fact, that their partner, did not only disappear one day without a goodbye, then changed his name only to become a sick killer all while writing articles about himself? "You disgust me, Danny Johnson."

Those were their last words before they started running towards the open gate. And he let them. Shaken up by the whole situation, Danny stayed, still sitting at the place. Yeah, what was he thinking? He should have killed them without a second thought, or let them run without letting them see him.

Once y/n was out of there, they prayed to the entity to not let them ever see each other again. And Danny was aware, that that time was most likely the last that those two will ever see each other again.

[thebubblesareevil]

More cold currents au

For context Dick is Danny’s younger brother and he knows Danny is a half ghost he is not fully aware of all his powers, Ellie has been adopted as Danny’s daughter and Danny is ghost king on with the story? Summery? Brain vomit? Whatever enjoy 😊

So I’m thinking Danny is in college during this au and he’s getting ready to visit his brother during break but before that he had a trip to the Bermuda Triangle planned with Ellie to see if they can find any sunken pirate treasure. So they’ve been exploring for a bit they split up when Danny heard an explosion he goes to investigate when he sees a man swimming his way danny immediately turns invisible before he’s seen and suddenly there is a shout the man turns only to see a gorgeous man about his age struggling to get free from a wreckage.

Danny immediately jumps in sending a clone after the fleeing man while he rushes to assist the stranger when his arms start to glow and beams of water rush around him freeing him from capture. Danny comments that Well I looks like I’m not needed

The man looks around and shouts show yourself which reminds Danny that he is in fact invisible right now and he yells don’t shoot raising his hands and turning visible again

The man turns towards Danny and he has to channel his ice core to prevent his face from turning green when he turns those intense pale green eyes and then immediately backs up as a glowing sword is now pointed at him Identify yourself Kaldur all but commands

Danny you can call me Danny or phantom either, both whatever you prefer Danny rambles while staring at the other man and you are? Kaldur identifies himself as aqualad and demands to know what he was doing there and if he is in league with black manta Danny is clearly confused and explains that he and his daughter were exploring the triangle when he came across the wreck and who is black manta. Kaldur explains that manta is a villain that he was fighting and he is probably to far to catch now. It is at this moment that Danny is glad he listened to pandora about covering your bases and explains that if he was talking about a man in a black suit and an ugly helmet he actually sent a clone after him and they should be able to find him so long as the clone isn’t destroyed. Kaldur looks surprised at the statement the smiles and states that his assistance would be appreciated however he needs to regroup with his team. Danny is fine with that and says no problem let me just collect my wayward child and sends out a pulse of energy through his connection with Ellie to call her back danny then turns toward Kaldur and says brace yourself Kaldur looks at Danny confused for only a moment before he is almost knocked out of the way by a glowing black and white blur that tackled Danny. Did you find something? Is it shiny? did you find Amelia’s plane? I told her we would look! I found a squid and it tried to eat me! She continues to ramble off things while Danny just nods indulgingly while smiles at the interaction. Finally danny interrupts her to say no gold but I did find a someone you might want to meet. Ellie looks confused who’s hanging out in the Bermuda Triangle? That would be me Kaldur interjects I am aqualad however you may call me kaldur. Ellie gets super excited dude you’re a superhero she looks at Danny Dad he’s a superhero that’s so cool! Do you know Wonder Woman she’s so cool Granny told me all about themascyra and the Amazonians I wanna go there sometime that would be so cool danny laughs and says okay calm down you can bombard him with questions later for now we are gonna help him out. Ellie tilts her head confused and the two of them explain what’s happening they all decide to meet up with kaldurs team to report what happened and let them know he had a run in with manta during the mission. Ellie looks back and forth from Danny who keeps gazing at Kaldur with barely disguised attraction to Kaldur who has yet to notice and thinks oh this is gonna be fun

I don’t know why tumblr put a huge gap here but okay

The three of the head back to the closest island where Kaldur and his team agreed to meet up as they are swimming and Ellie tells them all about their vacation so far and how the were going to visit her uncle next before heading home before getting distracted and rushing ahead meanwhile Kaldur tells Danny that he’s glad that Danny is able to spend so much time with Ellie Danny replies that while things were pretty crazy when she first came into his life, well half-life, but he wouldn’t change a thing and while Danny isn’t looking Kaldur most certainly is which does not go unnoticed by the smallest of the three. Once they arrive at the secluded cove Kaldur says that his team should be there any minute before they arrive however Ellie wanders off and Danny says he’ll be right back when she doesn’t respond to his call, the bioship drops it camouflage moments later and superboy nightwing ms Martian and zatanna all exit the ship they approach Kaldur who greets his friends and gives his repot about manta just as he’s telling him about how he was assisted he’s interrupted by nightwing who has now been tackled to the ground by an over enthusiastic Ellie yelling Uncle Dick! all of them look surprised when Danny approaches and he says Dick! I didn’t know you were on a team! Dick replies that yeah they’ve been working together for awhile and introduces them to him and then turns to Danny and says I thought you got out of the hero life? Danny laughs and says he did but it’s the death that gets him everytime, but seriously We are just on vacation and we ran into Kaldur I had one of my clones follow the other guy just in case and here we are, I’m not gonna just walk away but just to clarify I am retired this is a one time thing….

[amaramizuki666]

   danny was having a pretty good morning. he got to sleep in, got to take a shower before jazz, and was in a good mood. So of couse something just had to happen. And that something was a man that looked a lot like him, standing in the living room talking to his parents.

Danny hid in the stair well analyzing the man. He had blue/green eyes, almost tan skin, a lean but buff build, and coal black hair with a sigler tuffed of white. "Danny stop lurking in the stair well" jazz sighs from behind him.

His parents and the stranger turn to look at them "really jazz, you just HAD to blow my cover, didnt you!" Danny glares at his sister "what are sisters for" she smirks giving him a mock salute. "Danny, jazz come here" maddie says an unusual seriousness to her tone.

Jazz and danny look at eachother then walk into the living room. The strangers gaze meets Danny's. Danny feels his ghost sense in the back of his throat, and he swears he saw a flash of zone green in his eyes.

Danny looked at his parents pulling his gaze from the stranger. Jack and maddie where holding onto eachother tensely, Jack's jaw clenched shut and maddie's nails digging into Jack's arm.

The man smiles at danny and walks over to him "you must be Daniel, I'm jason you have no idea how happy I am to meet you" the man- Jason says. "Its just danny" danny huffed staring jason down, this guy was giving danny weird vibes.

"Danny be polite" maddie hissed at him. "Its fine ma'am" jason smirked "now I believe we where in the middle of a discussion". "What do you two do for a living?" Jason asks looking almost through Danny's parents.

"Oh we are ecto-biologists" maddie supplies. Jason raised an eyebrow "and what does that intell?" "We hunt down, study, and destroy ecto-entity's" maddie answers again. Danny looked at his father, usally jack is very vocal about what him and maddie do, much to Danny's displeasure.

But no jack is staring at jason, with almost as much pure hate as he stares as phantom, again to Danny's displeasure. "They have a whole lab down stairs" jazz adds rolling her eyes "or as I like to call it their favorite child, with how much time they spend down there". "Jazz" maddie hissed giving jazz a hard stare. Jason looked at jack and maddie like his was picking them apart.

"So ecto-entity's? Like ghosts? You want to hunt and destroy the dead?" Jason questions. "Ecto-entity a being made of ectoplasm, they are non sentient beings, and its perfectly legal to capture, kill, and experiment on them, because of the anti ecto acts" maddie informs. "They seem pretty sentient to me" jazz mumbled sending a side glare to her parents unconsciously moving closer to danny.

"Once we get our hands on that ghost kid and rip it apart molecule by molecule we will have all the proof we need that those things are monsters" maddie says, danny shivered. And this is why he is going to stay in the ghost closet, until his parents die. Honestly they are probably going to come back with how much they obsess over ghosts, and danny can't wait to laugh in their face about it.

"Ghost boy" jason inquired "phantom" jack said with clear disdain, hearing Jack say his name like that made Danny's core thrum with hurt. Jason stiffened and looked at danny but quickly shifted his eyes back to jack and maddie. "I was under the impression phantom was the hero of the town?" Jason says tilting his head slightly up looking down his nose at Danny's parents.

"IT is nothing but a menace" maddie 'corrected' "no he IS our towns hero" jazz says, confidence in her voice giving a hard look to her parents. "Jazz sweety we have been over this, that THING is only causing trouble" maddie says trying to placate her daughter. "No your wrong HE has protected our town for over a year now, hell you and dad cause more damage than him" jazz snaps.

"Exuse me but we still have something to talk about" jason broke them up, maddie's hard gaze turned back to jason "I honestly think its best if you leave" "and I honestly think it's best if you shut your mouth, because what I'm hearing isnt convincing me" jason states. "Convince you of what? can someone please tell us what's going on!" Danny asks stareing at jason and his parents, moving closer to jazz.

Maddie shuts her mouth, and Jack is doing his best to look anywhere but at danny. Jason sighs and looks at danny, "well kid you see when I was about 16 my ex girlfriend got pregnant and moved away without telling me. She gave birth to the child and put him up for adoption. You see I only recently become aware I had a son and I spent over a year looking for him". Danny stares at Jason, clearly reading between the lines, "so you're saying" danny didnt need to finish.

He looked over at his 'parents' "I'm adopted" danny didnt word it as a question, danny always felt he was treated differently from jazz guess he knows why now. "So your my real dad" danny looks at jason, the man nodding giveing danny a nervous but genuine smile.

"Are you going to take me?" Danny asks "I didnt intent to rip you away from your family not unless you either wanted to come with me or unless I deemed your adopted parents unsuitable-" danny cuts jason off "I want to go with you".

Jazz, jack, and maddie look at danny. "But only if you can get jazz out too" danny says firmly, jason nods "that can be arranged". "What? Why do you want to leave us we love you?!" Maddie asks in an almost accusatory tone.

"I don't know mom, mabey because sometimes our food comes alive, cause you thought it's safe to keep dangerous chemicals in the fridge. Mabey it's because you will go into your lab and not come out for days, or because you leave town to go check out ecto- contaminated places and not come home for weeks. Or mabey because I was in an accident involving that fucking portal of yours that hospitalized me for a month and you didnt even come to check on me, NOT ONCE!!" Danny ranted.

"And dont get me started with jazz. You want to know who went with her for her first school dance, me. Who went to all her presentations, me. Who made her checkin soup when she was sick, me" Danny felt his core tighten.

"Look danny we had important work to do-" danny cuts maddie off "yeah like wanting to torture and vissect innocent souls is more important than your children". At this point jazz could feel the ice cold aura radiating from her brother.

"Danny" jack started takeing a step towards him, a darkness to his voice. Jason stood infront of both danny and jazz "both of you go pack your essentials". Both Danny and jazz quickly make their way to their rooms without question.

Danny could hear jack yelling from his room. He didnt know what to think, his whole life just got flipped upside down for the second time. He texted sam and tucker not to come to his place, and grabbed everything that was important.

He then turned intangible and floated down to the basement. He quickly shoved the blue prints to all of the ghost fighting tech and the ghost portal into his bag. Danny then walked over to the portal. "Goodbye GZ" danny mumbled fastly absorbing as much ectoplasm as he could. He then fazed his hand into the metal frame of the portal and pulled a hand full of wires apart.

Backing away from the portal, for once glad at his parents lack of lab safety, as he watched the portal implode in on itself. He hummed and blasted all the anti ecto weapons in the lab, all the ones he needs are stashed away.

He then floated into jazz's room. "Ready to go?" He asked "yeah". "Your being very calm about this" danny hummed "yeah, well sam, tucker, and I where planning on getting you out of this house soon, the plan was for me to take custody of you" jazz said blankly. "Well we should go" danny said jazz nodded. And so they went not sure what was going to happen next or what they would soon discover.

DC x DP crossover

you know how in some cross overs Danny is like Bruce’s or Tim’s clone, well i raise you Danny being Jason’s clone.

lets say one day talia makes an offhand remark that before they resurrected jason they cloned him and dumped the clone in some orphanage. jason takes a few days processes the information till he goes looking. looking for his clone the poor kid made from his DNA and dumped like he was nothing.

jason looked everywhere but there was no trace of the kid so he pulled out his last resort and asked bruse for help. after months of searching they found him. one daniel james fenton. a 14 year old boy with ice blue eyes and coal black hair. he was adopted by a couple jack and maddie fenton. and the couple lived in the small town amity park with their elder daughter jasmine fenton.

jason didn’t care if the kid already had parents. until jason cleared them as fit parents. if they weren’t fit well, jason just bought a  new up to code apartment right outside of crime allie, and jason just signed up for anger management therapy.