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DpxDc #31

Smoking is a bad habit.

So it is not asking for help, sleeping with open wounds, and eating his nails until bloody. Danny will just put it on the list of things to change about himself when his life stops being so fucking stressful.

He started casually, finding an abandoned packet behind the school, and bringing it with him on the roof to try.

It was just curiosity, just to know what the hype was all about.

When he took the first inhale, he wasn't sure if he was doing it right. And when the smoke filled his lungs, he had to stop himself from gagging from how much he was coughing.

As soon as he was able to breathe normally, he contemplated throwing the pack away.

But the cigarette, still lit up, was burning up slowly.

Cautiously, he tried it again, this time slower.

It didn't choke him like the first time, but the smoke made his lungs feel full and his throat slightly warm.

He noticed his hand stopped shaking and his body relaxing.

He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke rise to the sky.

Without thinking, he took another drag and...

Yeah, it wasn't a surprise he got slightly addicted. After every fight, adrenaline still pumping, the cigarette was at his lips before water or food.

It was there before sleep and at lunchtime in school, in a small section hidden from the cameras. Apparently, he wasn't the only teenager smoking, not really a surprise.

When nobody was at home, his bedroom windows were wide open to air out the room. When coming back from outside, a pack of strong mint gums and a bottle of deodorant were always in his pockets.

The best thing was, Sam and Tucker didn't really care. Sure, at first they tried to make him stop, at least around them, but when they saw that it wasn't happening, they just let him be.

Jazz and his parents never knew, and he wasn't worried about telling them, since he was now far away from Amity.

University in Gotham was nice; nobody was going after him now that he had quit the hero life.

Since the portal was closed and the world's safety wasn't his responsibility anymore, he let himself heal. No more eating his nails or the inside of his cheeks, no more perking up to try and recognize the footsteps of somebody, no more avoiding eating for fear that the food might attack you...

And well, he tried to stop smoking too.

But when it was cold outside and his skin started to feel like a stretched-out plastic bag, when his bones started to feel like they were impaled by thick needles... His shaky hand always came back to get one last drag.

It was on a night like that, when pain crept closer, that he found the packet empty.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his legs, and face pressed against both his hands. He bit his lip, trying not to scream, or cry, or both.

With a pained grunt, he got up, not even dressing up, walking out without shoes or a shirt.

The shop was only ten meters away, and it wouldn't take long. The cold pavement caused him to stumble often, and the cold made his movements rigid and shaky.

Mentally, he was cursing everything. His thoughts reflected in the incredibly annoyed expression he was wearing. He didn't even notice that, by biting his lip over and over again, blood was now trickling down his chin.

Suddenly, paranoia hit him like a truck and, instinctively, he looked up.

A figure was watching him from the roof, cape fluttering in the wind. Was that one of the bats? Maybe? He smiled. It reminded him of his earlier days as a vigilante.

...

In the meantime, in the dark of the night, Red Robin was looking down at a disheveled man, smiling up at him with bloody teeth, before cackling and walking away, while muttering to himself.

A drop of cold sweat drifted down his neck, wondering if he should call that in.

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DpxDc #30

Yeah, fuck it.

Space manta ray Danny.

Like, it's perfect! A giant manta merman floating across the night sky, spotted belly blending with the stars above...

He swims without a care, slow and peaciful.

When the JL saw that the creature posed no threat, they opted to keep just an eye on them, and it was going great!

The sound of a fishing line tensing startled them. They turned around just in time to see a harpoon pierce the poor creature.

art reference by fangedknight here on Tumblr!

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DpxDc #29

Mr. Sandman

Emotion could be considered like a tool for ghosts.

They can be projected, infused, absorbed, twisted, launched, and amplified. Not only that, but they could be used during any state of consciousness.

If someone was passed out, wide awake, or in a coma, it didn't really matter; projected emotions could still affect them.

It was a weird power to have, but to ghosts, emotions are basically what they are made of. Being able to manipulate emotions meant that you could manipulate any aspect of yourself.

To humans? The ability was no more powerful than an internet troll trying to gaslight you about meaningless statistics.

Feeling irrational and overreacting.

When Danny felt the gaze of his mother burn against his neck, he was scared. He didn't even turn around, the air going still. The incredible sense of dread he was feeling was projected in the room and...

Well, dread is scary, and a scared human fights back.

...

Yeah, so, this is very short and without a clear point, but my writing spark is very low lately, so I'll explain where I was going with this.

Basically, Danny escapes to a major hero city and finds people sleeping outside. To fulfill his protection obsession, he projects positive emotion on people and, soon, starts doing so in a larger scale.

The people of Gotham stop having nightmares, and the city's overall mood improves.

Since people start being nicer, it means fewer angry criminals and a lowering of the crime rate.

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Dungeon Meshi...AH! Dungeon Meshi!

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DpxDc #28

No need for the speed force to time travel.

August 6, 1945

Little boy. Little fucking boy.

Dani could hardly swallow the knot in her throat when she saw the sky torn by a blinding white. The houses where made of fucking paper, weren't the fires enough?

Little boy.

Disgusting.

December 3, 1984

It happened a little after midnight.

Methyl isocyanate reacts violently with water. With the lack of maintenance, the weather, and the failure of security protocols...

There was little to do.

The hospital was packed with people and the smell of death.

Dani was trying her best to breathe normally.

April 26, 1986 with Chernobyl,

Then September 11, 2001,

Then December 26, 2004,

Then March 11, 2020...

After visiting every place on earth, Dani still hadn't had enough of discovering new things. The taste of freedom burned her tongue like a newly opened can of soda.

It was what gave her the frizz, what made her mind clear and her body awake.

After discovering every nook and cranny of the world, she decided to visit the past.

And wasn't that a bad idea...

Her desire for freedom was eating at her mind, buzzing under her skin like angry bees.

The world around her stood frozen.

"You're not a speedster."

A groveling voice spoke behind her.

A tall figure, dressed in a black costume with red accents, stood on the rooftop. Dani turned her head to the side.

"You are Death, right?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"No... You are a Death. One of many."

The figure hummed. Their exposed teeth clenching in a hum of approval.

"They call me The Black Flash."

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I know where you live irl, I'm going to break your down and force you outside

Shout out to characters who want to be used. Shout out to characters who are so desperate to be worth something that they'll endure anything. Shout out to characters who build their entire self worth around being useful, being a tool. Shout out to characters who don't care how they are treated, as long as someone pays them any attention at all

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DpxDc #27

UwU

The Fentons are horrible at naming things.

All of their inventions have their last name on them because they wouldn't even try to find something creative. Every name they came up with was "unrelated," "confusing," or "not marketable."

They used a name generator to name their children, for heaven's sake!

The thing is, they passed down this difficult habit of theirs to their son and daughter.

Danny's first pet (a hamster) was named Paint Brush, Jazz's cat plushie was named Philadelphia (the cheese, not the city) ecc.

Those aren't even that crazy. Things started to get more unhinged when they named things after concepts, emotions, and historical figures.

They didn't even stop at animals and humans; they named plants, objects, and gave... nicknames...

There was Pepsi the tree right on the edge of the park,

Lips the thermostat,

Citroen the gargoil outside their house,

Hamilton the old lady living next to them.

Hell, Danny called Jason (his boyfriend) Wood! Any explicit connotations are completely unintentional.

Long story short, Danny brought home a bunny plushy named "Housing", and Jason finally found the need to ask why he named stuff like that.

Danny smiled,

D: "What things?"

J: "The tree?"

D: "You mean Pepsi? I called it that because I accidentally spilled Pepsi on it."

Jason's eyes widened. Was that it?

J: "What about Lips?"

Danny looked at the thermostat.

D: "My lips dry quickly when it's on."

J: "Citroen?"

D: "It's always looking down at the cars below, and I like Citroens."

J: "What about Hamilton, the old lady?"

D: "Offered me tickets to watch Hamilton the musical since her son didn't want them."

Jason's eyes narrowed.

J: "Why do you call me Wood, then?"

Danny smiled.

D: "Wed Wood :3"

Jason looked at him, incredulous and a bit repulsed.

D: "Anyways! I've got tickets to Hamilton, wanna come?"

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In honor of my stuffed bunny named Food and Lodging, and in memory of my actual bunny Fork (RIP).

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DpxDc #26

Can I go home?

Paranormal creatures follow countless rules, lots of which are self-imposed.

Like rice grains on the ground for vampires,

Like being bitten by a werewolf to become one,

Like eating brains for zombies.

Like being forever trapped in their haunt for ghosts...

Nobody bothered to explain the difference to Danny.

When he met all of the other ghosts from the portal, he thought that maybe they all died in Amity Park, that they had a right to haunt the place, that they had the right to attack him... Nobody bothered to explain to Danny that he could leave.

From the moment he died, from the moment everybody died, from the moment all of Amity Park was blasted to the ground, Danny was absolutely convinced that he couldn't leave.

(Deep in his heart, he refused to believe otherwise, clinging to the memory of his friends and family, to the memory of the town where he was born and grew up in).

First, a small village, then a town, then the most hunted place on earth, then a crater, and now... a field of wild flowers and plants surrounded by tall hills.

Danny was sitting in the center of it, looking up at the green, swirling portal that was supposed to be destroyed with the rest of the city.

Behind him, a man in a coat and blond hair, looking for a deal with the guardian of the portal to the Infinite Realms.

Danny just wanted to go home.

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That would be so funny tbh

okay but imagine flies sticking to Danny and not leaving him alone because they smell he’s dead

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I'm not posting these days because I found a.... ugh.... job.

And apparently now I have "responsibilities" and "can't be on the phone all day"

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Chronic illnesses you forget about suck.

Like, wdym that's been 2 years and now I'm worse then before?!

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DpxDc #25

Generally unpleasant day.

Flores Rosae Sanguinei (Blood Blossoms) was an extinct species erased in the 1600s, over-exploited by early ghost and witch hunters to eliminate supernatural entities.

Its origin is unknown to humans, but in the realms...

A God had fallen.

Unheard and unseen.

The name forgotten,

The worship lost.

Every drop of their blood bore a seed of the horrid plant, causing much pain to everything that didn't follow the law of the universe.

Even in his human form, Danny was looking at the plant with undelined fear. In his ghostly form, the fumes of it drowned his lungs in a mixture of smells like paint thinner, Malört, and cigarette smoke.

The best way to describe the sensation was like breathing in a bottle of vodka until it fills your lungs and setting it on fire by sticking matches up your nose.

Danny suppressed a gag.

Yeah. Painful and unpleasant.

He was trying not to look at the plastic bag he was carrying, the weight of the blossoms feeling like carrying a dead cat you accidentally ran over: grim, uncomfortable, and a bit disgusting.

But something had to be done, and this was the best way to do it.

One of the properties of the plant was to consume and erase any type of ectoplasm, liquid, solid, or airborne.

The only way for Danny to carry it around was in his human form, which was why, to close up that pool of ectoplasm in the mountains of Pakistan, Danny had to get kidnapped by a strange group of fanatics in ninja outfits.

Which, alright, stranger things happened to him, but the guy monologuing to him might actually have confused him for somebody else.

Who was Tim Drake, and why does he want him to father one of his heirs???

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I didn't expect any of this coming out of a prompt. Pop off Hannibal fandom, ig?

DpxDc #22

Opportunistic Carnivore.

(Cw: Implied Cannibalism)

Danny hated Vlad.

He was a forgiving person; he wanted to think.

He wasn't quick to anger; Danny liked to think of himself as patient. It was rare for him to pull out that hidden box, at the back of his mind, filled with that nasty feeling.

But the word rolled down his tongue so easily when thinking about the man.

Hate.

Hatred.

A boiling one, that made you want to scream so loud, to grab something and throw it. A type of anger that made you forget everything you did.

That made you see red.

And Danny was seeing very well the red that rushed down the sink, as he washed his hands.

He looked up at the mirror, his head feeling like a balloon filled with water.

Blood covered his teeth, his lips, his chin... Blood was on his hair, shirt, and made his eyes look crazy.

He swallowed and choked on saliva, his hand reaching into his mouth to pull out what was stuck in his throat.

A single, long, silver hair.

He was warned many times that Ghosts were opportunistic carnivores.

.

.

.

The next day, the news reached him.

Vlad was alive, but in a coma. Suspected animal attack.

Animal attack.

Animal attack...

Danny let out a small chuckle. His parents were right after all, ghosts were just animals, no smarter than a rat.

And, like a rat, he deserved nothing but to be treated like one. Skittering on the streets of Gotham, looking for his next meal.

And he was a messy eater.

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DpxDc #24

Time fruit loop.

Time loops are nothing new. Not for any of us, and not for Danny.

The surprising thing was, it wasn't Clockworks's doing! Not even unintentionally.

And... not even his.

Danny looked at his phone. He figured this time loop wasn't for him maaany rounds ago.

At this exact time, every single round, a portal will open above the skyline of Central City and the whole thing will be sucked in, leaving no survivors.

Danny really wanted to do something about it but (as the Ghost King), he was only a guest in this dimension. Without the permission of a representative to take the fall, well... no can do!

And besides, it seemed like he found out the identity of the time fruit loop.

The Flash was sitting at the top of a building, seemingly giving up on fixing everything.

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DpxDc #23

It never felt right.

(If you can, read this while listening to this song for a better experience :3)

Danny's head hurt.

Desperation was stuck at the back of his throat, as fat tears streamed down his neck. His sobs were broken by quick inhales, making him feel lightheaded.

He loved his sister so much, the feeling evidenced by the way he was grabbing at her shirt desperately. Like a lifeline, as if letting go would mean her disappearance.

He never felt so much like a child.

He was tired, he was hurt, he was hungry, he was... he was just a kid.

A sob choked him.

He was just a kid, it wasn't fair!

Why didn't he have good parents like other kids have? Why couldn't they just love him? Why was he always alone? Couldn't he- couldn't he just rest?! Why wasn't anybody taking care of HIM!?

He felt a whimper leave his throat at that thought, broken by a sob.

Why was nobody taking care of him?

He felt Jazz's hand pet his shoulder, and he hugged her more tightly.

Only... it wasn't Jazz's hand, was it?

It was too big, too bumpy to be her's.

And Jazz... Jazz was gone, wasn't she?

He coughed wetly, opening his eyes. A wooden cealing welcomed him.

It was just a bad dream, but somebody was still there with him. He looked up as the familiar face of Bruce welcomed him.

"Another bad dream?"

Danny nodded, sniffling and drying his cheeks off with the pillow case.

"I miss her"

He whispered, clearing his throat. Bruce petted his head as Danny pressed his face against the man's thigh. As the comfort settled in, another sob escaped him.

It never felt right, healing after her death.

It never felt right to be happy without her.