#sick feral cat Danny

[starppleb]

Lonely broken child

"I have bad and good news," announced Tim almost falling into the room. "Start with bad news," muttered Bruse, taking a sip from the cup. Batkids tensed. Of course, a lovely morning when everyone (somehow) managed to all together enjoy breakfast had to be destroyed by some good-bad news. "I'll start from a good one," continued Tim "Bruce, you had more far family relatives than you knew." "And a bad one?" "They died and now their youngest son has no one to be with because another side of the family doesn't want to take 'sick freaky kid' in." 'Well, it could have been worse,' thought Bruce. "And his sister described his condition as 'walking dead'," added Tim. Jason snorted before his face fell with a frown. "How old is the kid?" Asked Jason with worry. "13." Jason choked on his drink and excused himself. 'Well, it can't be even worse,' thought Bruce. "And-," started Tim. "There is more!?" Cried out Jason from another room. "-And some people accuse him of being guilty in an accident in which died his parents." That morning is indeed quite interesting...

[little-pondhead]

Idea I don’t wanna write but has been eating my brain for days:

Contrary to popular belief, Danny cannot get along with every spirit he meets, even after a round or two of fighting. Sometimes a spirit is too old, too physically far gone, too corrupted to see sense. Spirits like these are sick. They hoard curses like it’s gold and haven’t seen the green sky of the Zone in centuries. These spirits become the worst kind of ghosts; ones that are barely hanging onto their sanity by a thread and who actively seek to harm the living.

These are also the spirits that won’t respond to the King, no matter who it is. As such, it is the King’s duty to hunt down these spirits and either get them help by returning them to the Zone, or exterminate them.

Well, Danny is now the King. And the next ghost on his list is the Spirit of Gotham City.

[hugsandchaos]

Randomly remembered DP x DC and immediately thought of Danny being on the run and somehow crashing on Themyscira injured and doing the whole “feral cat” routine. From the Amazon’s perspective, some odd being in on their island and avoiding them like the plague, taking medical supplies, food, and occasionally leaving behind a trail of a green substance mixed with blood.

They eventually find him, and it’s not fun for Danny because he has a migraine and now people after him with swords and spears at their belts. He thinks they’re the same as ghost hunters and pushed himself too far trying to escape and passed out. The first thing he does when he wakes up and processes someone else is in the room with him is start crying and ask them not to hurt him or bring him to the Guys In White. He’s exhausted, sick, still healing from a ghost fight, and terrified.

…Bye 👋

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Let’s add a little mix

Danny and Jason meet during Jason’s murder hobo era.

Danny just wants to help this sick dude who keeps lashing out

Meanwhile Jason has no clue how to handle a nonplused homeless dude.

Jason: I can shoot you where you stand.

Danny: yah, so could any other two bit thug on the street.

Jason: two bit-

Danny, leaning into Jason’s space: Yain’t special

Like Hood would have no idea what to do, especially if he does actually try it once only for Danny be like “you done?”

And like any other feral cat in Gotham, Danny will wear them down with pampering and politeness until he gets what he wants.

Jason just suddenly gains an annoying angel on his shoulder that stops all his revenge attempts

[petite-phthora]

Please don't shake the cat

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 13]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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Private chat

RedHood: *picture*

RedHood: this yours???

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Seeing the picture of Ellie clamped onto Red Hood’s arm Danny lets out a sigh while rubbing his forehead. He takes a few seconds to look at the picture while deciding on how to reply.

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Private chat

Danny: you don’t happen to be in Mexico right now by any chance, do you?

RedHood: No.

RedHood: I was out patrolling when I was suddenly bitten by her.

RedHood: Thought it might have been a criminal or stray cat or something like that at first.

RedHood: I was not expecting a feral teenager, but I can’t say this is the first time it’s happened.

Danny: damn, she was supposed to be in Mexico 😕😥

Danny: I guess this is what she was trying to tell me with that cryptic message she sent me huh

Danny: and the stray cat analogy isn’t too far off to be perfectly honest 🤔

RedHood: So you know her?

RedHood: Can you help me get her off? I’ve tried prying but she’s got some sick ass jaw strength.

RedHood: Which would have been pretty cool any other time, but it’s currently not really working in my favor.

Danny: I’m so sorry about her 😓 😓

Danny: we’ve been trying to teach her to ask for consent first

Danny: but it’s still a work in progress 😅

Danny: of course I'll help you get her off!! 😊🙃

RedHood: Great! You’re at your apartment, right?

RedHood: I’ll be there in two shakes.

Danny: please don’t shake the cat 😰

Danny: she’ll get grumpy and might latch on even tighter

Danny: I’ll come to you instead 🙃

Danny: you said you were patrolling, so crime alley, right? 🤔🤔

RedHood: Well, yes, but I doubt you’ll be able to get up where I am right now.

RedHood: Let me at least come down to the ground first and I’ll tell you how to get here.

RedHood: Danny?

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Jason looks down at his unread messages with a slight frown. He puts his phone away and looks back at the teenager on his arm.

He gives his arm a small shake, causing her to growl at him which immediately makes him stop.

Right… No shaking the cat.

Jason lets out a weary sigh before looking down over the edge of the building to the ground below. He’s trying to think of the best way to get down with only one functional arm when a voice breaks him out of his reverie.

“Hey, Hood. I’m here!”

He turns around, slightly alarmed that there’s a second person who managed to sneak up on him tonight.

Damn, he’s getting rusty

Though from anyone whom he had been expecting to see, he had not been expecting to see the guy he messaged a minute ago standing behind him on the roof.

“How did you get here so quickly? And for that matter, how did you even get up here?” Jason asks confused.

“Oh, I flew” is Danny’s casual response, which gives Jason more questions than have been answered. But before he can decide whether he should bother asking for clarification Danny already moves on to the next topic.

“Anyway, let’s see what we can do about this,” he says, approaching Jason’s arm and the girl that’s hanging off of it.

“Good luck,” Jason says, holding out his arm a little better and watching bemused as Danny and the teen have a stare-down.

“Ellie, what did we say about biting others?”

The teen, Ellie, narrows her eyes and growls at him. Danny just crosses his arms and gives her an unimpressed stare.

“Nah-ah, you have to let him go. We ask before we bite someone. It’s called consent. Don’t make me get Jazz to give you another lecture”

It’s clear to Jason that Danny’s attempt at talking to her isn’t working when the teen proceeds to glance at Jason calculatingly before giving Danny a challenging look and biting down harder.

Apparently, it’s clear to Danny as well, as the next thing he does is let out a put-upon sigh before declaring “Well, I gave you a chance. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way”

Danny then grabs a hold of her and tries pulling her off of him.

What is his life? Jason thinks as he’s standing there while Danny tries to physically pull the teenage girl, who decided his arm looked like a nice snack, off of him.

Though luckily for him, it seems to work as not a few seconds later Danny has pulled her off of his arm and is now holding the teenage girl with a bloody mouth up by her armpits.

Danny sets her down with a sigh but before he can speak up, the teen crosses her arms and levels Jason with a sharp look that makes him straighten up.

“Thou winneth this round, Red-Helmed Knight of the Night. Though thou should be prepareth, as the upcoming trials will be even more toilsome” Ellie declares while pointing at him, uncaring of the blood on her face.

“And I,” She points a finger back at herself for emphasis, ”Sir Ellie of the Infinite Realms, will—” she gets cut off when a fly enters her mouth.

Danny moves to help her but she holds up a hand to stop him, using her other hand to thump on her chest a few times.

She spits the dislodged fly out onto the floor and glares at it.

“Curse you! Foiling my monologuing once again!” she yells after the fly as it flies off.

Right…

Jason turns to Danny.

“So is she your sister?” he asks curiously. And totally not trying to fish for more information about Danny and his family.

Instead of Danny answering the question though, Ellie cuts him off.

“I’m his love child with the mayor of our town.”

Danny gives her a disgusted look.

“Ellie—”

She looks back at Danny with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Yeah, definitely siblings.

“I love my dads!” she says proudly, her eyes still on Danny.

Danny gives her a deadpan look in response before it changes to a more mischievous one.

“Oh, I’m sure Vlad would love to hear all about how you reclaimed him as a father figure—”

“Oh Ancients, no. Don’t even joke about that” She fake gags at him before turning back to Jason.

“Can I change my answer? I’m his bodyguard” She says, pointing her thumb at Danny.

That makes both Danny and Jason raise an eyebrow at her, though Jason’s can’t be seen through the helmet. They speak up at the same time.

“A bodyguard, huh?”

“No, you’re not, that’s Frighty”

Danny’s statement makes Jason pause and turn to look at him.

He’s got a bodyguard?

Ellie shakes her head happily.

“Nope! I took over the position. My knightly title isn’t just for show, y’know? I earned it fair and square!”

“When did this even happen? And why was I not told?” Danny asks, bewilderment covering his face.

Jason stays silent as he tries to make sense of the conversation.

“About…” Ellie takes a moment to think about it “3 months ago? I think it was when you were dealing with some time chores. And I thought it’d be a nice surprise, so… Surprise!” she exclaims, doing some jazz hands at the end of the sentence.

“What did you even do?”

“I snuck up on him and threw a Fenton Wii remote at his head which knocked him out cold. It counted as a win so I earned the position by right of conquest and gained my knighthood” She says with a shrug.

“Huh… think that would’ve worked for Pariah Dark as well? Would’ve made things so much easier…”

Ellie gives another careless shrug as Danny lets out a small reminiscent sigh. Meanwhile, Jason stands awkwardly to the side.

“Well, either way, I’m proud of you. Do you have a video?”

“Tucker filmed it for me, yeah”

“Nice”

They high-five with grins on their faces. At this point, Jason lets out a small cough which has the Fenton siblings turn around startled and proceed to then give him identical sheepish smiles.

They really look like they could be twins…

“Ah, sorry Red Hood. And again, I’m sorry for Ellie.” Danny says, rubbing the back of his neck with a small blush on his face.

“I’ll take her back home. And uhh… see you next time?”

Jason gives him a smile from under his helmet.

“Sure, if you’re still up for that next date?” Jason trails off with some hope.

His words make Danny’s blush darken.

“Ah uh, yeah! Yeah, of course! The next date! Uhmm, I’ll text you! Or you can text me. That’s fine too!”

Next to him, Ellie rolls her eyes and makes some fake gagging motions. She then grabs Danny by his arm and starts dragging him away.

“Come on, Loverboy. You can and your paramour can flirt later. When I’m not there… and after he’s passed my trials” she says, muttering the latter part low enough that Jason can’t hear. But, judging by the way Danny’s head snaps back to her and how his brows furrow, he did hear.

Just as Jason goes to reply, giving them a thank you and a goodbye of his own, perhaps even an offering to help them get down from the roof, he picks up on movement behind him.

Quickly turning around has him regretting not leaving the rooftop earlier, as he watches the Bats (and birds) land.

Fuck.

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[hound-of-ulster]

Tried writing it and can't seem to make the muse spark, maybe I'll try again later, but for now I must share, lol. Have my brain gremlin.

Dish-Pit!Danny (Lazarus pit pun intended.)

Danny runs from Amity for one reason or another, ends up in Gotham, and what is a kid who hasn't graduated from school to do?

Get a job in food service.

He's hired as a dishwasher at Gotham Prep. And since things happen as they do in kitchens and with #TypicalGothamCorruption, he takes over the unofficial duties of taking care of the alternative diet students. Be it allergies or vegan/vegetarian. Shout out to Sam and Lunch Lady for being his inspiration/shoulder devil angel combo.

Works on getting his GED and eventually night classes. Working at a schools works well for it. Let's throw in an employee assistance program for college or something.

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Damien meets him while taking a tour.

Tour guide: "Gotham Prep has a dedicated chef for alternate diets your precious student may have." *And it's just Dish-pit!Danny.*

Damian: "How many students do you cook for here?"

Danny: "well, that depends. I have 4 vegetarians, 2 vegans, every now and again the 3 pescaterians. Plus the 15 that pay me to tell their parents when they call that 'yes they are being fed the very best plant products at school' while they really just eat steak, and then 3 more gluten free ones I take care of sides dishes for mainly. So. Like. 11. Give or take the menu."

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I could see Danny being the guy to accept bribes. "Put your name down and it 10 bucks every time your mom calls."

"Tanner said it was 5?"

"Tanner isn't a dick to Cynthia when she serves him. Say please and thank you next time and it might go down to 5. It's an Entitled Upcharge, get used to it."

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Damien bonds. Like a feral cat claiming territory. Does a background check and decides that Danny is on probation. Plus, his lentil soup slaps.

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When Tim loses his spleen, he too joins the cult of Danny. Can't eat from a buffet with a compromised immune system. And I imagine Gotham Prep as a fancy buffet. Because I said so.

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Add in a sick moment when one of the boys only wants a dish Danny cooks, which gets the other batfam into stealing his recipe, and when that doesn't work, eventually Danny himself is plopped in Alfred's kitchen with the frilly apron of shame tied around him, frog marched to make it.

"He won't stop making puppy dog eyes at us. Fix him."

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Headcanon he is similar in age to Jason, maybe they meet in GED classes... haha

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The siblings all have a pact to keep him from Bruce.

"He's adoption bait."

"Oh, absolutely. Let him grow up, he's doing well on his own."

*Danny, living off lunch leftovers from work and spite to finish his GED/degree*

"He's doing amazing sweetie!"

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Thursday, June 13, and there’s a 90% chance of rain and thunderstorms. Highs are in the low nineties, and the lows are in the low seventies.

Skulker attacked Danny Phantom above the Mall yesterday. Phantom appeared to attempt to move the fight away from the building, but was unable to, as he was badly injured from a missile to the back early on in the fight. Phantom crashed through the roof of the mall and landed in the food court after being hit, then tried to hide from skulker in a Hot Topic. Skulker easily found him and destroyed much of the store’s merchandise while attempting to capture him, but luckily the Red Huntress was able to arrive to the scene on time and capture Skulker.

Stray and feral cats on the north side of Amity Park are getting extremely sick. It is as of right now unknown what is causing the illness, but cat owners are advised to keep their animals inside.

The Fentons will likely not be driving today.

[queenklu]

fic stats meme! 💌

Tagged by @mangacat201

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

most hits: hold me until we crumble 22k Steve/Bucky (Winter Soldier)

The Antiques Roadshow fic!! Wherein Steve takes a much-needed break and does a guest spot at the Roadshow on Captain America memorabilia...and keeps coming across memories of his own. Genuinely, sincerely, this fic means so much to me. Of all of the stories I've written this one continues to get the most beautiful and touching comments even after all these years, so I'm glad this made the list!

second most kudos: something good can work (and it can work for you) 9k Eliot/Parker/Hardison (Leverage)

BEST OT3 OF ALL TIME!! I remember having a lot of fun playing around with Hardison's pov, probably for ADHD reasons. Plus, I love when Hardison and Parker can essentially pspsps at Eliot like a feral cat until he latches onto them for keeps.

third most comments: ghost stories for lost souls 17k Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

I'm so??? touched and surprised??? Considering this is a recent fic, the fact that it's third-most anything is amazing?? Lan Zhan is a ghost/creature/¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who meets reincarnated Wei Ying. I've rewritten this description ten times and can't add more without spoiling it. But happy ending!

fourth most bookmarks: You've Got Hawaii (and all I've got is you) 17k Steve/Danny (H5O)

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh H5O. You were SO.......A Time To Be Alive. I really enjoy gift-giving as a love language, and even though I was auctioning off my writing services for charity iirc the person who won me let me have free reign!

fifth most words: A Certain Sense of Synergy Between Yourself and Me 29k Misha Collins/Mike Rosenbaum (spn & smallville rpf)

Listen.................... I CAN explain writing nearly 30k for an rpf ship with two people who have likely never met.......but I don't want to :P

least words: in sickness and in health 219 words Finch/Reese (Person of Interest)

I'm not counting the podfics that have me listed as an author because even though those are my fics I put ZERO work into making them podfics, so I think this is the shortest actual fic I've posted? I had a minor heart attack scrolling through the small ones dreading what I would find, but Finch/Reese isn't too bad!

I am too lazy to tag anyone, but if anyone would like to do this please consider yourself tagged!

[radiance1]

The funniest thing I can imagine is when they do actually come face to face with Superman it goes like: Match scooping Danny up and running, dropping him somewhere safe-ish for them and then immediately running back and going absolutely feral on Superman or something.

Or, alternatively, Danny's attention is occupied and Match fights Superman behind his back. He's not gonna win because Superman has had more access to sunlight, but still!

Anyways back on track.

Tim already got a picture of Batman before Robin training, now expect how much better he'll be with it. He wouldn't mean to but hr'd definitely scare the shit out of Danny and Match, seeing this, wouldn't really be holding back.

Funny how I just realized Match has no concept of morality and probably doesn't have a grasp on the concept of death either.

Annyways do you think Danny and Match are just... the local cryptids of the various libraries in Metropolis? Like, one day they appear in this one library and the next day they appear in one that's very far from said library?

It would be funny if they refer to them as cryptids (affectionate) because of their habit to just appear and disappear throughout Metropolis' libraries. Maybe they even have a bet on which ones they'll appear at next!

Another funny thing I thought of, like the hissing cat bit, so you think Match copies more animals than just that? He's already purring and hissing, why not add in a few barks here and there. So basically, what I mean is that Match bites when fighting, scratching and kinda just copies different animals because he, really, hasn't seen many people fighting to copy that.

Danny has an entire plan marked out in his notebook and clutches it like it's a lifeline because, well, it really is. Miraculously, the pen hasn't ran out of ink yet despite how often he's used it and, disregarding the guy Match either killed or severly injured, things are looking up for them!

He just needs a bit more paper to flesh out his plan and then avutally follow through with it!

Which is when tragedy strikes.

It was just so out of nowhere and Danny didn't think much of it. But he started to sniffling more, he started coughing and his body felt hotter even though he hasn't been out in the sun recently. Then he started sneezing a lot more and eww snot, it was harder for him to think and he was getting pretty sluggish too.

It took until a librian saying something that Danny realized.

Oh, he was sick.

He forgot that was a thing that happened and, really, who could blame him? Not Match, of course, he's too busy fretting over his little brother and doesn't know what do to. So he retreats back into the abandoned buildings and darkness of Metropolis to keep Danny safe until whatever... this is was over.

Which could be the perfect time for Tim to reenter the scene, along with the Young Justice, and offers aid to help Danny with a very distrustful and snarling Match.

Or, alternatively, Match was out trying to refollow the steps he took when Danny directed him to a place with food (the bin) abd, as much as he disliked leaving his little brother alone, they (more so Danny) needed to eat.

When he finally comes back Danny is gone. His tiny, kind, worrying, smart, caring little brother. Is gone.

So Match, already worried about his brother's seemingly random condition, for the first time since he was awake he feels scared and fear. Coupled all of that with his feral mind and pritectice big brother instincts.

Well.

You could say he would shed hiding and tear Metropolis apart is he coumd fine his baby brother.

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

my marvin! lore rundown under the cut: 

24-28, nonbinary (they them), pan/ace, 5’4”

what is there to say about marvin? theres not really anything ‘canon’ to compare them to, and in general, everyone’s marvins in the community are different and unique!! this ego gives so much creative freedom cause of the lack of canon content, so its always fun to see what other people do with that!

in general, my marvin is indeed still a magician, and they do have cool sorcerer powers that i still havent completely pinned down, but their main power is summoning fire, telepathy/making things move with their mind, and probably other miscellaneous things ive imagined over the years but never wrote down!

so lets talk about backstory. they were the third ego without a previous life, but they have quite a colorful life when they get created. like i feel like more happens with marvin even before anti its crazy. so flashback to the tiny apartment jack and jackie lived in, thats where marvin comes in. and uh, jack hated them the moment he saw them. my marvin has these cat like features to them. they have fangs and sharp teeth, sharp claws, and yellow pupil-slit eyes. they came out sick and unresponsive for a short time when they were born, and when they did feel well enough, they set things on fire and stuff with magic they couldnt control.

jackie, who again at the time was dealing with unmedicated schizophrenia, became really close with marvin in that kid sort of way. they were both sick and being neglected by jack. and things only got worse.

marvin was, or at least what jack assumed to be, was dying. and jack didnt want to have a body in his apartment. so he took marvin in the night, drove them out to the middle of the surrounding woods, and left them there on the ground. when he got back, jackie was heartbroken over marvin not being there, asking where they went. jack told him they ran away. and when it didnt make sense to jackie that an essentially sick baby thats never left the flat before ran off, jack told him he was delusional and to go back to bed.

now obviously, marvin didn’t end up dying alone in the woods. in fact, they got so, so much better. turns out that marvin gets a lot of their energy from nature, and being out there gave them the strength to get better. and this person basically lived like some kind of feral disney princess for awhile. another power that i just remembered about is they can talk to animals!! so yeah, literal disney princess. they hunted fish to eat and slept under trees, all the while waiting for jack to come back to get them. but he never did.

so at this point, marvin meets someone out there in the woods. i call this guy Mr. Burnake based off that one lemon demon song, but ill probably change his name someday. also he looks like arin hanson, which may or may not be a nod to the fact that a danny avidan lookalike was jackies mentor.

as u may guess, this other guy was a powerful sorcerer, and noticing this dirty, feral magician out in the woods, he took them in and took care of them for awhile. he was the one who really taught marvin the value of magic, and how to use theirs. he became kinda a father figure to marvin, and when he disappeared one day, marvin was pretty sad, but felt that they had learned enough to go out into the world.

things move pretty fast from here, like marvin gets a job at a theater, and eventually becomes a stage magician, impressing people with their magic! it was a wild time for them, being popular and having all this attention, finally getting to express themself on stage. they went through a lot of changes, figuring out their gender identity and stuff. all good things.

now ok. im gonna be real with yall. idk what happens next because it always changes. so ive sorta decided to align all the different ideas into one idea. so here it is. basically Anti comes to marvin’s show and falls in love with them, DESPITE still being with jameson at the time. they meet up, marvin becomes interested in anti too, they start dating. then marvin figures out about jameson, then figures out anti’s a demon, then figures out anti wants to kidnap and probably torture them to death in his basement, and nopes the fuck out of there.

from then on, because they knew anti was also made by jack, they wanted to find out if jackie was still out there. they tracked him down and met henrik and chase, and it was this big reunion and it was great. and then marvin is like ‘hey, antis still out there and someone is with him’ and thats when jackie is like oh SHIT and they all decide to go hunt anti and save jameson. or something like that. idk anti has to die and jameson has to get rescued somehow.

so yeah, from then on, marvin just kinda lived with the other egos and still performed while spending time with their new family. good times.

so some other basics about marvin is that they have a very witty and proud personality. their pretty short but still walk tall. they can come off as being an asshole sometimes, just because they tend to think they know whats best, and can be a lil narcissistic sometimes. they have a hard time making connections, even with the other egos, because of their past of being abandoned, but they still love the others, jackie especially. i like a storyline where they fall a little bit in love with jackie, but grow closer to chase, and they have this soft-undefined kinda lovey relationship. but, yeah, this is marvin!

[charliehoennam]

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If any of the links do not work, please let me know so I can fix them as soon as possible. Here’s my list in alphabetical order ( * means smut is mentioned) Enjoy!😉

B O Y D H O L B R O O K

Amos Jenkins - little distractions series: part one / two

Doug Cleary - better luck next time

Peter Kristo - alrighty aphrodite

Quinn Mckenna - welcome home, captain * - quarantine pick-me-ups and eat-me-outs *

Steve Murphy - when the levee breaks*

William "Cap" Hatfield - untitled * 

C H A R L I E H U N N A M

Arthur Pendragon - untitled

Jackson Teller - patch-ups at 2 - untitled * - black-leathered prince

Raymond Smith - in sickness and in health - please and thank you *

William "Ironhead" Miller - drowned - the getaway - aftermath - birthday bliss * - forever home - feral love *

J A K E G Y L L E N H A A L

Anthony Clarie/Adam Bell - karma's kiss - one / two

Anthony Swofford series - 1: the set up / 2: the letter* / 3: the road trip*

Billy Hope - fists of fury

Brian Taylor - rainy day in

Danny Sharp - danny, the devil *(dark themes)

David Loki - sfw alphabet - forgiven - the dinner party * - dinner date - cat-n-mouse - beyond the badge series: one / two / three / four / five * - just need you * - to the moon - (his) birthday girl

Elwood Dalton - hero's homestead

Louis Bloom angel series (dark themes)*: one / two / three

John Kinley - untitled - take it all * - home again *

Quentin Beck - the conception *(dark themes)

Rusty Sabich - belong to no one else * - primetime *

Tommy Cahill - love in disguise * - from cramps to comfort

J O N B E R N T H A L

Frank Castle - old flame  - untitled * - vindicated *

Shane Walsh - saving shane * - untitled * 

P E D R O P A S C A L

Javier Pena - heat wave *

T O M H A R D Y

Alfie Solomons - my kitchen, my rules - faults of the father - gentle giant - in the dark series: prelude(ish) / part one / two  - untitled - first time for everything - sweet stranger series: part one / two

James Delaney - velvet dreams *

Reggie Kray - midnight lovers *

Tommy Conlon - surprise, surprise - quiet now - 2 o'clock stubble

V I K I N G S

Bjorn Ragnarsson - bjorn’s new wife *

Hvitserk Ragnarsson - to the rescue(s) - the funeral series: part one / two *

Ivar Ragnarsson - romantically series: part one / two * - playing dead

Ragnar Lothbrok - freed series : part one / two

Sigurd Ragnarsson - in solitude *

Ubbe Ragnarsson - poor little omega * (A/B/O) - learn to listen

[warriorcatsforthewin]

Ok, going off of the tag of what warriors have faced. When they went through the mountains, mainly during the 2ed arc, a group of them (Crowpaw, Squirrelpaw, Brambleclaw, Feathertail, Stormfur, and Twaynpelt) faced a mountian lion (the tribe called it Sharpclaw or something.) Which ended in a death.

I am not siding on either side, I can't. XD I just really want them to team up, not gonna lie. Danny leading a legion of dead cats? I could totally see it. I would be SO down.

I can definitely see your point with the cartoon logic, that is in your favor of Danny.

I guess I just really wanna see them team up.

Now, back to what you said. In the books like... 5 or 4 arcs if I'm remembering correctly, during the Great Fight against the Dark Forest, the dead cats fight other dead cats but evil. Like... I NEED TO SEE DANNY AND THE GHOSTS HELPING TO DEFEAT THE DARK FOREST. YES PLEASE. Ok ok. XD

But yeah. Its very interesting to think about, especially time wise. If it's during DoC, more brutal dead cats just cause they are feral-er than the clans of now (for the most part, the Clear Sky battle at the FourTrees is what I'm meaning.). They do have battle training, Firestar era fought against rats and foxes a lot. Even in The Sight when we are introduced to "the three", one of the opening scenes of getting to know the characters is Jaykit, Hollykit, and Lionkit were in a foxes den.

This isn't even mentioning the whole Skyland situation at the Gourge where Firestar helped recreate the clan (by recruitment.) And the threats that THEY faced.

But yeah, Danny having fought many different things, and simply being a human and knowing things like how the vets help heal sick cats instead of just "fixing" them. Danny knows that. He being human is a large bonus in his favor.

my answer under the cut

Danny would win, but it would take him months to catch all of them & he would suffer the whole time

he's a dog person too so he wouldn't know how to handle them. Sam would be able to handle them but as soon as any of them start to warm up to Danny (probably like Pinestar or another warrior-turned-kittypet) Cujo would show up & they'd all scatter

except for Swiftpaw, he'd probably fight Cujo, traumatizing him & making it impossible for him to get along with cats in the future, obviously making the situation worse

[blueberrypossum]

Wounded Lover

I’M BACK!!!

No one tells you how much college takes up your free time but I’m back with my Mud Dogz content (especially Leonard, my boy). I’ve never posted much on Leonard and Nova’s friendship/relationship so this is how they bounce off each other’s personalities!

⚠️WARNING⚠️: There is usage of inappropriate adult words and sexual comments and insults. 

(Shoutout to the lovely @ultra-gingerlotus   for making me fall in love with the Snow Leopard from the Shiki x Danny reading! Also @greaser-wolf for drawing them on the motorcycle! Go check them out!!!)

“I’m not getting on that if you’re driving.”

“Then I guess you are just like other girls then, huh?”

Nova eyed the ogre in front of her as he once again offered his hand towards her, the motorcycle under him letting low growls of excitement rumble under their feet. 

They had planned to go out to eat and get away from the other members of the Mud Dogz, Leonard explaining that the love flying between the couples was making him sick and he needed a little bit of excitement. 

The mountain cat looked across the bike with her sunset eyes. She never knew that the ogre yokai had this stashed away, never once talking about it.

“I’ve never seen you ride this and then all of a sudden you have a bike? It’s kind of hard to believe, Leon.”

The feline walked around the bike as if it was an artifact on display, her fingers trailing over the front of the bike as she looked at her reflection. 

“You never asked.”

“You never presented.”

The ogre leaned his arm against the handle of the bike and rested his face in his hand, sending a smug smile up towards the feline.

“I mean, if you’re a scaredy-cat-”

“....Scoot.”

The Mountain cat was hesitant at first as she tried to get herself comfortable behind her friend, he boots trying to find their footing as Leonard revved up the beast under them, causing Nova’s tail to spike up in shock. 

“Titans above! I get it, it’s a motorcycle! Let’s just get there,” the cat grumbled, her arms snaking around Leonard’s waist. 

The leader of the Mud Dogz let out a gruff chuckle at the feline’s reaction as his fingers worked on the handles, the soft paws around him distracting him for a split second before he brought the machine under him back to life. 

“Whoa wait, no helmets?”

“No helmets.”

“Oh great, so that’s where you get it from. Nice to know.”

With that comment, Leonard pulled quickly out from the front of the orphanage and sped down the road, the gravel threading under the tires flying up behind them. 

Nova let out a loud meow of alarm and tightened her grip around his leather jacket, the wind whiplashing her hair as she closed her eyes against his back. Usually dangerous things didn’t scare her, but she knew what was coming, she could predict what would happen, but not with this. 

The ogre rolled his eyes as she shielded herself behind him and took a light left. 

“Do you not trust me?” Leonard screamed at her, his voice carrying with the wind. 

“I got on the bike, doesn’t that tell you?!”

“A little!”

Nova let out a gust of air as her curled up hands unclenched from his shirt and she opened one of eyes, the wind fluttering between her eyelashes as she took in the traffic around them. 

The bridge they were crossing was pouring with life, with other vehicles passing by and yokai’s walking on the sidelines, the city lights sparkling over the outline of each individual. The feline couldn’t contain her gasp of wonderment as she steadily rose herself up to get a better view over Leonard’s hair. 

She let the strong breeze push her hair behind her and her claws dug into the ogre as the bike wobbled a little bit, her face snuggling into his shoulder out a sizzle of panic. 

“No wonder you have whiplashed hair!” Nova laughed out as she felt her brown hair tangle within itself behind her, more fits of laughter barreling out of her as the chill of the wind settled in her fur. 

Leonard couldn’t help but feel beyond warm due to the feline’s face so close to his, even with the wind chilling him to the bone, he could feel the slightest bit of warmth against his neck and goosebumps traveled over his skin. 

Her yellow and green eyes shimmered like a sun’s shadow in a pool, the curl of her smile almost causing the sun to set as she turned to look at him. 

She was definitely different from most women he had run into. More brash and overly-confident, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew that there was some dark shit buried within the cracks of the mask she wore. But he didn’t push, he didn’t want to push and make her feel uncomfortable, when she was ready, he would be there. 

He revved up the motorcycle and a squeal purred against his back as more frightful laughter came from his friend and for once the leader of the Mud Dogz felt the tension in his body go dull. The howls that parted from her mouth would make anyone laugh with her, even causing him to release a chuckle or two as he turned the corner and into one of the multiple towns of side door restaurants. 

He parked the machine into one of the parking areas behind a building and he could still hear the upchucks of giggles come from the tabby, her claws brushing through her hair to undo the knots. 

“You take all the girls and boys you meet for a ride?” She asked as she flipped her leg over the side and leaned into the bike. 

Leonard could help but stare at the feline as she presented herself on the metal bike, her wine colored jacket edged over the black lining and her thighs jetted out from the tight leggings. Her leveled out hair was loose over her face and her bangs waved over her face as she looked up at him, a raised eyebrow motioned towards him to show that she knew he was eyeing her. 

“Only those stupid enough,” he replied as he rose from his spot and awaited for the feline to follow him into the busy market, the fresh scent of meats and fried food wafted from the corners of the stores. 

The streets that were decorated with food stands were brightened with lined lanterns and the air was warm due to the passing conversations of the animals and plants and the steam from pots and pans. 

 Nova felt her stomach grumble as her eyes darted between the different food stands, the engrossed horde of yokai buzzing around them as they tried to pick which stand to eat from. As Nova darted over to a stand on the far side to have a natural smoothie, she turned to see Leonard talking with someone, and by his face she could tell it was not a good someone. She quickly grabbed her drink and felt balmy rage hit the roof of her mouth as she caught who he was talking to. 

The feline could feel her extended claws trying to push through her fingertips and she shoved them back as she came up behind the female that was talking to him, a slash of ease crossing the ogre’s dark eyes. 

“How’s the cut in your ear, snow leopard?”

The white and grey cat yokai turned with a snarl, the long tear in her ear flicking as Nova recalled the fight, the tabby’s claws sinking into the grey cat’s face and then ripping into her small ear and creating the new scar. 

The snarl dwelled in her white throat as she sent Nova a cocky smile as she turned herself to face both members of the Mud Dogz, her back up against one of the pillars holding up a snack bar. 

“Oh, you’re here, too? I thought you would be off swimming with the fishes,” the female leopard cooed as she rolled her eyes and turned back to Leonard, her eyelids fluttering her sky blue eyes. 

“The names Serena, by the way.” She purred, her fingers working to pull her shirt lower as if she had forgotten him knocking her out and giving her a bloody nose in their last encounter. 

“Oh because you’re such a saint,” the ogre huffed back as he leaned away from the furry yokai and Nova’s tail flicked back and forth in irritation, her mind seeping with her feral instincts as she almost stalked over to her. 

Sunset eyes and sky eyes met in a battle as Nova stood in front of Leonard, Serena only an inch taller than her and she took it to her advantage as much as she could. The sparehire’s in her head looked down at the tabby’s bruised knees that were light against her dark leggings and the pearly cat let out a chuckle. 

“Are your knees always bruised? I’m surprised that so many men would pay for it from you.”

“At least someone wants me on my knees. Is it fun being a guy’s target practice?”  Nova shot back, her finger pointing to the dark white spot on the snow leopard's shirt and she scoffed, but pulled her green jacket closer as Nova let out a chuff. 

Leonard was a little taken aback by the women’s cruel words, as if it was a normal day to insult one another. Well, for Nova it was at least. But he had never seen her like this before, her form almost covering him as if trying to protect him. 

Her tail was lowered but the fur stuck out of its ends and her shoulders were risen from their usually slacked posture. As they continued to slap slander at each other, the green yokai realized that if Serena would move to make herself an inch closer to him, Nova would move as well, her tail swishing side to side and her ears going flat against her brown hair.

The ogre didn’t know much about cat conflicts, but he wasn’t blind and he could scent the traction that vibrated between the two. 

Nova was being territorial of him. 

And Leonard could feel a feverish desire rise over his body as Nova’s tail curled into his chest. 

“So, are you here to seduce yokai for your boss or to fight us?” Nova asked, snapping the ogre out of his thoughts.

Serena shook her short hair with a feral grin, as if she was trying to hide the fact she wanted to rip the cat in front of her in two. 

“Relax, pretty kitty. I won’t make a scene with you two with the public around, someone here has to have some class.”

The tabby opened her mouth to report back but a strong hand was placed between her shoulder blades and she turned to Leonard, his face now leaning from her shoulder.

“Look, if you want to bother someone, go to the corner, you’ll find yokai’s there that are right up your alley, good-bye.”

Nova let a few snickers carry over to the snow leopard as the snow leopard’s face lit up like a stoplight, her black and white ears going back against her head as Leonard led Nova away. 

“What’s up with you making everyone want to kill you?” The ogre grumbled as he took her over to one of the food stands they had chosen. 

“Guess I’m just irresistible,” the cat purred, her once agitated tail now calmly swayed back and forth. 

“More like irritable.”

“And you love it.”

His hand was still in the middle of her back when he looked down at her, her head barely passing his shoulders even with her boots on. The curve of her smile, the flicker of tease that pounced between her eyes, how she was jealous of Serena, it was a side of her he hadn’t seen before. 

It made his heart go rigged in his ribcage as he moved his arm away from her, the warmth and the yearning disappearing as he went back into his own bubble.

Forget it, idiot, she’s just a friend. Only a friend. 

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After eating, both of them went back to where Leonard had parked his bike, the once lonesome piece of metal was now surrounded with other types of mobilization. Nova held her fist over her mouth to subside a burp as she crashed onto the bike’s seat. 

“Uhhhhhh, why did I eat that fourth taco?" She groaned out as she bent into Leonard’s back as her stomach felt like it was going to bust past her leggings. 

“Because you didn’t want to waste it.”

“Stilllll.”

 The ogre started up his motor and took things a little slow as he drove from his parking spot and into the silent night of the Hidden City. The once busy streets were now barely rode on and only a few animals walked on the sidelines. The feline’s claws barely tugged on his jean jacket as the food that settled in her stomach made her almost fall asleep on his back, until the bright lights of a car behind them blurred past her eyelids. 

The mountain cat turned around to find a dirty jeep speeding up behind them, the figures driving hidden under hoodies that somehow fought against the thrustful wind. 

Nova narrowed her eyes as other jeeps started to follow the leading jeep, more hooded figures filling in the seats, and then past the yellow beams she saw the small tufts of white circular ears. 

“Leonard, we got company,” Nova choked out as the ogre turned to look at what she was talking about. 

“Shit, who is it this time?”

“Well, you did say that I make everyone want to kill me,” she nervously chuckled, and then gave him a nervous smile as he narrowed his eyes at her. 

The first jeep was at the edge of the bike’s bumper now and Nova could see the snow leopard clearly now and the snow cat was sending her own confident smirk as the car hit the edge of the bike. 

Leonard’s lips were slipping curse words as he sped up, his bike roaring to life as it gave it all it had and went further down the highway, the group of jeeps racing after them. 

“Did she really send a whole army after us?!” He hollered as he took a hard right, cutting a car off as he intersected onto another road. 

“She sure does want your number,” Nova joked as her grip on him tightened as the wind pushed against her.

‘Oh I’m so going to have a talk with her later,’ he thought as he opened up a secret compartment on the side of his bike. 

“Here, take this.”

Nova couldn’t help but gasp as the gun was placed in the palm of her hand and she darted her eyes from him and to the gun. 

“YOU HAD THIS THE WHOLE TIME?!”

“It’s for emergencies!”

“HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO REALIZE THAT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY?!”

“JUST SHOOT!!”

Nova let out a hiss of displeasure as she checked the rounds in it and then once he slowed down for the next turn, she flipped in her seat, her body now facing the rows of vehicles. 

She took aim and shot at one of the jeeps on the left, taking out two of its four tires and watched as the ruined rubber rolled over in its spot and then caused the vehicle to crash into the side of the bridge, the large explosion giving a wave of heat over them as the chase continued. 

“Alright, one down, four to go,” the tabby whispered to herself as she aimed at the next jeep, her eyes widening as she saw them take aim with their own rifles and guns. 

“Len! They got guns as well! Bigger ones too!” She screamed to him as she shot at them to keep them from firing at them. The leader of the Mud Dogz let out a growl of frustration and  turned the bike into a narrow alleyway, the closest jeep coming to a screeching halt before reversing and faded away. 

The feline on the back of the motorcycle let out a sigh of joy as she leaned her back against Leonard’s, her free hand gripping the seat she sat on as they turned back onto a new street, not a jeep in sight. 

And then one crashed right next to them, sending both of the friends screaming in shock as Serena’s jeep closed in on them, her handgun taking aim towards them. 

“Alright, leader, got any plans?”

“Not really!”

“Okay, don’t wait up for me then!”

Leonard turned to question her but the feline had shoved the gun back into its box and lifted herself up into a crouch and once the jeep got close enough, she launched herself onto the hood of the jeep. 

Serena pointed her gun at the feline but she quickly knocked it over, the driver receiving the bullet into his arm and a loud scream echoed through the night. Nova then lifted herself over the mudded window and slammed her boot into the snow leopard’s face, sending the white cat into the back seat. 

Nova then punched the driver in his wounded arm and used the chair and the window panel to hold herself up and used both of her legs to kick him out of his seat, the male yokai rolling out onto the street with a thud. 

In the span of five minutes the mountain cat had taken over the car and was then turning the wheel to strike the jeep next to her, causing the vehicle to rock and the yokai’s in it to lose the grip on their weapons. 

‘I can’t tell if I should confess that I like her or am terrified of her.’

But the ogre swallowed and pulled the gun out she had put back, taking aim to the leftover jeeps and shot into their tires, redirecting the muddy piece of metal over the ledge of the new bridge they were on, the thunderous splash of water the only thing left of them. 

They both turned and surprise watched as the last jeep turned off onto a different road as if giving up on the hunt.

Nova sped up until she was right next to Leonard, a smug smirk crossed her face as they turned a corner, the next bridge they would take would have them home free. 

“You act like you’ve done this before!” Leonard laughed at her and she shrugged her shoulders with a confident flip of her hair.

“Mess with the kitten, you get the claws!” She joked as she tilted her head to laugh at her own joke and then white paws like snow were over her chest to hold her place. 

“Now! Come now!” Serena screamed into a radio she held in her hand. 

Both Leonard and Nova turned to see the last jeep come from its hiding place, like a predator staying in plain sight for its prey. 

“Leonard!”

Nova elbowed the snow leopard in the face and sped up the jeep, the hunk of metal taking the hit as the ogre’s motorcycle got out of the way. 

Nova held onto the wheel as the jeep t-boned in the passenger seat, rocking the car onto its side and then into a roll onto the bridge until it rammed up against the stone railing, the girl’s heads inches away from making contact with the rocks. Serena was pushed into the ground while Nova’s seatbelt held her in place, cuts now sliced into her skin and she had bitten her lip hard enough to cause it to bleed. 

She could faintly hear her name being called out but it almost seemed like everything was fuzzy, her vision, her hearing, even the blood that was trickling down her throat was fizzy like pop. 

The leader of the Mud Dogz had left his motorcycle on the side of the bridge and was racing over to the wreckage, but had to take cover behind a pillar as the last standing jeep started to fire at him. 

The tabby released a groan and spat up a few drops of blood as she felt the spark of flame flicker next to her, instantly waking her to her full senses. 

‘Come on, can’t I catch a break?!’

She lifted her hands up, her digits and elbows ached with pain but they weren’t broken as she undid her seatbelt, her arms barely supporting her as her shoulder slammed into the concrete. The snow leopard was motionless next to her and a big gash was bleeding from the back of her head. 

The mountain cat grunted as she pushed past the wheel and watched as the fire started to creep around her like a nightmare come to life. Her now stained paw pushed the small roped door of the jeep and crawled her way out, the broken up cement tearing into her elbows and forearms as she made distance between her and the fire. 

Leonard had taken out two of the yokai’s, the last of them ever so slightly getting closer with their larger rifles with more ammunition than his small handgun. He turned back to the rubble of metal scraps and raised his eyebrows in horror as the red hands of death started to consume the fire as its own, a barely breathing creature laid in a pile next to it. 

Leonard felt strength and courage rise in him as he turned back to his two main targets, giving it all he had so they wouldn’t see her trying to get away from the burning debris. 

Nova wheezed in the fresh air into her bruised lungs as she tried to get onto her hands and feet, but a pair of hands engulfed her hair into a bundle and had her rise to her feet. 

“Hey, hey! Only my dominatrix can do this!”

“Ugh! Do you ever shut up?!”

Serena dragged the feline out into the edge of the bridge and threw her down, a few strings of hair pulled from Nova’s hair and hung off of the leopard’s nails. The leopard's face was painted with blood from her wound, the only white that shined against it was her fangs that gleamed in the city lights. She bent down and dug her hand into Nova’s skull and pushed her face into the ground, the red liquid dripping onto the side of Nova’s face. 

“Y’know, your type always acts like they’re so strong and confident with themselves,” she snarled into her ear, her knee digging into the tabby’s scarred back to keep her in place. 

“But we all see that you’re just sad and scared. That when moments like this come all you can do is joke and hope that your charm can save the day.”

“I didn’t know that villains actually monologue like this! What’s next? You’re going to tell me how mommy didn’t love you and daddy left once he knocked her up?!

Serena let out a fake roar and slammed Nova’s head into the cement, the feline letting out a wail, causing the other fight to look over. 

In Leonard’s fight the guns had been dropped and there was nothing left but fists and kicks, his knuckles busted and split open, unfortunately the bad guys had gotten a few hits in his face and over his chest. 

The snow leopard lifted Nova’s head up towards the ogre with a sinister smile as her nails dug into her scalp. 

“Take a long look, ogre, because this pretty face will be at the bottom of this bridge before I’m done with it!”

Nova let out a cargled laugh as she looked up at the snow leopard and then back at Leonard. 

“Hey Len, she’s got an extra stain on her shirt. Which goon do you think it was?”

“Really Nova?! Joking now?!”

“Well, it distracted her.”

The mountain cat had wrapped her claws around Serena’s ankle and used it to flip herself over and with her feet now placed into the snow leopard’s stomach she lifted her over her and straight into the gushing river below, the feline letting out angrish cries as she was swallowed by the dark liquid. 

Nova rose to her feet and looked at her friend and then to the last standing bad guy, her large eyebrows raised in annoyance. 

“Can you, uhh, finish your fight so we can leave?”

The ogre raised his fist and made contact with the yokai’s face, knocking her straight out as he came over to where Nova was limping, his arms barely coming up in time to catch her as she leaned into him. 

“Did you know that snow leopards aren’t the best swimmers, so she’ll be at the bottom of the bridge instead of me,” The feline joked into his chest, the dots of blood that were spilled on her face smearing into his dusty shirt. 

Leonard pushed her away with his hands on her shoulders and he brushed a few loose strands out of her face and Nova believed that the heat of the crash was making her sizzle like a fryer. 

Why was he staring at her like that? The worry that burned in his face was unmistakable as the feline felt like she might pass out due to his comforting touch. 

“Are you okay?”

Nova’s tail curled against her back as she couldn’t help but lean into his hand, his calloused and strong hand that seemed to hold her effortlessly. Blame it on all the adrenaline or the loss of blood, but she let him hold her as she finally let the throbbing pulse of her wounds settle. 

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. You?”

“One kicked me between the legs and I’m screaming on the inside.”

“Don’t worry, your future children will be fine. Somewhat if they turn out like you.”

The mountain cat hissed as weight was placed on her right leg, a long gash on her calf making her come to a halt. 

The ogre turned to her and let her go from his hold, only to bend down and wrap his arms around her thighs and throw her onto his back,a smile breaking against his lips as she let out a small mew of surprise as she gripped his shoulders for support. 

“You know the bike is only a few feet away, right?”

“You know you’re still irresistible.”

“What?”

“Irritable. I said irritable.”

[bigowlenergy]

stuck + lightening

can only describe this as phantom_cringe_comp_ft_electricity.mp4. no angst only Stupid

au where ghosts are feral cats and danny is a tiny menace who keeps needing rescued by the local ghost shelter no details no thoughts head NOT empty full of chaos

X

Since parking his ass firmly on the threshold of death, Danny has done some truly stupid shit. Pulled a couple fast ones on the universe. Did some sick pranks. Partook in a few shenanigans. Had a little fun now and again. Enjoyed himself, even.

So it is only fair for the other end of the stick to smack him in the face eventually.

“Ms. Genevieve, please let me out,” He begs the old woman as she edges her walker around his prone form. She shakes her head sadly at him, huge white curls swaying in pity.

“If you didn’t want to be caught, you shouldn’t have been fooling around, brat.” She says fondly, continuing on her merry way.

“I’ll carry your groceries!” He pleads, wiggling the end of his tail that’s outside the net and trying to track her with his head hanging off the curb. It’s all he can do. Everything else is frozen tight, like he’s full of power and will burst if he moves. He could probably move if he tried really hard, but electricity and Danny have a complicated relationship at the best of times, and even thinking about it too hard right now makes him keen in distress. Ms. Genevieve hasn’t had her hearing aides at a decent volume for the last five years, so Danny feels zero guilt for the half wailing whine that tumbles out of his throat as she abandons him.

It’s not like she knows it’s him - as in, Daniel Fenton, 14 year old human boy who talks to her at the grocery store and engages in egregious amounts of community gossip - but it still stings. Mostly because she’s, like, the third person to walk by so far. The first was Robert Sanchez, harried mail carrier and owner of the most prized weed whacker in town. Then it was Susan Lee, a middle school kid who snapped some pics and ran. People he only knew tangentially, but still.

The garage across the street squeaks as it opens, and Danny waits for the car to finish parking so he can yell at them. Jennifer Yakult makes eye contact, then just blinks and raises Magni from his car seat. Mickey climbs out the passenger side and does a double take. Pulls his phone out of his pocket and crows, loud enough for the entire block to hear,

“Better than a bug zapper, Phantom?”

Danny’s mouth cannot drop open in affront because he is petrified by a ghost animal trap, so he just yells back instead.

“This is harassment!”

Mickey just laughs and keeps his phone up and oh, oh Danny is so going to turn his chair intangible during third period tomorrow, just watch. His mom calls for him to get in the house, heartlessly ignoring the helpless ghost stuck under a ghost trap like a blanket on the concrete across the street.

Okay, now he feels kind of pathetic. Danny musters the willpower to curl his fingers into the netting his hand is caught in and oop. Nope. A weak current of electricity courses through his body like a wave cresting. Fills him to the brim with static. Peaks around his core. Leaves his vision whited out when it fades away softly. His ectoplasm is a nuclear generator and Danny is just surface tension.

Whenever he surfaces, he’s too whacked out on power to notice the shadow hanging over him. He’s also purring. Again.

“Again, Phantom?” A voice bubbles up from a million miles away. Just turn it off, he thinks fuzzily, too overcharged to speak. But maybe he managed it anyway, because the trap shuts off with an abruptness that chokes him.

The fishingline-fine netting should feel like nothing as it’s dragged off him, but in his hypersensitized state it feels like being dragged through concrete. Someone grabs his arms and peels him off the sidewalk, depositing him gently on bare earth and - oh. His keen cuts out instantly.

Danny wriggles his whole body into the gloriously cold and electrically grounding earth like the stupid little ghost worm he is at heart. Phases into the soil and squiggles around in it until he finishes discharging the excess. He still feels like he could power the entire town as a backup generator, but less because he will explode otherwise and more as a side hobby.

Once he feels stable enough to not humiliate himself further, he peeks his head out of the ground. A good sized chunk of Mr. Jhan’s lawn is burned to the quick and a bit torn up from his claws. A squad of GIW are on the sidewalk, snickering at him. One holds a camera.

“You’re welcome, Phantom.” One coos. Danny hisses halfheartedly at them, his whole face burning cold in embarrassment. He flees.

 -

 Danny is not a stupid little baby ghost who can’t handle electricity any more. He’s seventeen! Guiding current and discharging excess power flow is second nature to him now.

It just makes this situation all the more embarrassing.

“We’re almost done, sweetie,” His mom says, petting his hair gently. Danny kind of wants to cry from humiliation. He’s so overcharged that he can’t help the overemotional response to being petted by his mom when he feels this bad, and the nonconductive hazmat helps a little. Everything is too bright and fuzzy, and being upside down doesn’t help with the disorientation any. A whimper slips out at another jolt of movement above him.

“Two more left, Danny-o!” His dad cheers, moving back into his line of sight briefly. He edges around the tree to angle the clippers at another branch. They’re mostly charcoal by now. Tucker sneezes, ash smeared on his cheek, a loop of Danny’s overlong tail laying paralyzed in his hazmat gloves. He’s the only one who can stand still enough to make non-painful contact with Danny in this state, so he’s on detangling duty. Danny loves him so much right now.

“Do you want some dirt?” Sam asks, sounding partially sincere and also like she’s trying not laugh at him but she’s also totally laughing at him. Yes, Danny wants the goddamned dirt. He’s never wanted anything in his entire afterlife so badly.

“Shh,” His mom says, patting his forehead lightly. It feels like his entire body is a bell and her hand is the clapper, which silences Danny’s pissy hissing immediately. Sam pours soil on the frozen loops of his tail and it’s the best thing Danny has ever felt. It’s so good? He loves her, too.

Another jolt jostles him and he hiccups and gets hushed again. The branch that falls too loudly beside him practically disintegrates on contact. The thicker end smolders a bit.

“Alright, last one! Everybody ready?” Tucker begins releasing the loops of Danny’s tail he’s been supporting, which distracts him from everybody else clearing the area. Doesn’t distract him enough to ignore the fucking firetruck.

The final snip to freedom rings out and Danny slides out of the downed tree with agonizing slowness, feeling every tiny twig brush against his skin like needles. He hits the earth and oh, sweet, sweet relief.

He phases into the park soil completely and just. Stays there. Directs the excess electricity out of his overclocked body until he feels stable enough to surface.

He does so invisibly, silently groaning when he finds his parents talking to the chief firefighter. Again. The downed tree is a husk of charcoal and soaking wet, like a sad, abandoned campfire. He really did a number on the grass. Everything smells like smoke and ozone.

Why couldn’t the lightening have just killed him?

[bishipsaremyships]

Before I binge BNHA with Aryne tomorrow, have a post of all the things I've learned only from reading fanfiction.

Denki is bi and has a thing for people with purple hair

Kirishima is trans?? Probably??

Kirishima is basically the embodiment of those bro posts, like the "tell the whole world we're bros/*whispers* we're bros/why'd you whisper?/bc you're my world, bro" thing

Bakugo is a tsundere??

Dabi is probably Shoto's brother??

Iida is a complete dad

Mineta is a bitch

Tsu is basically Kermit the frog

Mina is the feral lesbian friend surrounded by equally feral gay boys

Aizawa and Mic are hella married, but none of the students believe it??

Ms Joke is gay, but flirts with Aizawa bc of an old drunk bet from years ago

Jirou is totally the leader singer in a girl's only punk band

Momo is thiccy queen

Most of the kids probably juul in the bathrooms and Iida is sick of their shit

Deku and Bakugo are both basically cats

Denki lives with the Wii music constantly playing on loop in his brain

Shoto kins Zuko from ATLA

Kirishima and Denki, when left alone together, have the same dumbass energy as Danny and Arin from Game Grumps

That's all I got

[midnightscxre]

feral-fuqboi-danny​:

Her words were like honey, soft slow perfection as she spoke so happily about his atrocities. Something in him still wanted to disbelieve her. It was just all too good to be true, having someone so intrigued by the horrors he’s committed. “Clare, I hope you know what you do to me when you talk like that.” He huffs out, hand traveling up to grab at her hair, gently tugging her closer with it. “Maybe if we ever get out of this place I’ll help you kill her.” He’s already so mad to learn that someone vexed his girl. Oh….his girl. That sounded nice, if Clare was his girl.

A deep breath leaves him as he leans in to kiss her cheek, wanting to just lock her away, keep her to himself. “Mn….my father.” His fingers untangle from her crimson strands and he leans back against the couch, already feeling the anger bubble up on his gut just remembering the man. “He was abusive, to me, and my mother. He would starve me if I did any little thing to piss him off, if I was just in his way at the wrong time. He’d lock me out of the house, throw away my belongings, break them. He hurt my cat once, when I was about ten years old. I won’t go into detail but it was enough to make me plan for his death since then.”

Danny sighs and wraps his arms around Clare as she sits atop him. “He’s gone, I don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’re here, I want to focus on you, not him.” Gently he cups her cheeks, looking into her gemstone eyes, memorizing them. “Can I kiss you?”

Controlling grab was answered with drugged like state. She surrendered to the force of his grip, absorbed the true need for something sublime they both believed they will not discover in this lifetime or the next. Lips melted across the peach colored cheek, breath hitched from delight. Sinister man like a warlock, placing spell after spell on her very soul. “  Mmm. . . and what is that I do to you, Daniel? “ tone soft and delicious like  strawberries dipped in white chocolate. Why was this so insanely unreal? Senses screaming they found their sacred place, altar to worship on, despite the rules written in stone. Fear of the unknown, when she will part from him in a few days sank its fangs into her spine and the venom climbed up to her heart -- but she couldn’t pull away, she wouldn’t -- she yearned for him in ways no iron will could help her, body and spirit ruling this situation, mind just left intoxicated in silence of what will come from this in the future. 

On the offer, the body stiffened, jaw slightly clenched. It was. . . like a wedding present in the most gruesome way. Not that she didn’t think about murdering Elise multiple times, but the mere sight of the woman again kept her away. Would it be different if he was there, by her side? Heart nearly broke the bone of the rib with its harsh and strong beats. Sharp nails brushed over his scalp, greedily, tenderly, passionately. Thick thighs pushed over his lap, as she climbed on top of her throne.  “  Careful Danny, such offers seem as  a marriage proposal to some sick bitches. . .”  Oh they were completely deranged. Nose lovingly grazed his. “  You can’t go around offering such intimate things. You never know when that kind of a crazy bitch will take it seriously. “ breathy voice warned gleefully. Full lips the color of ripe apples pressed in a thin line, worried gaze explored his face while the other hand so  delicately stroked his neck up to his cheek and back, comforting him not even being fully aware of her doings.

 “  If this place is real, so is hell. And I hope every horrific, most painful torture is inflicted on him. “ Honestly she stated, getting closer. “ If not. . . I’ll make sure of it personally once I drop dead for real, getting my golden ticket to it. He will wish the devil got his hands on him instead, I promise you that. “  no matter how this sounded like a childish dream, Clare was serious. The request summoned the rosy cheeks like a flute does a snake, fang sank in the pillowy lip and eyes sparkled like stars. The shy state was gone in a mere second, when the woman confidently leaned, diving into the cursed space between them, lips gingerly grazing his before the snow white teeth gently but firmly capture his lower lip. “  Can you? “ devilish expression filled with elation spread across the vixen’s face.