Listen. I Have Not Drawn In Ages. And I Admittedly Traced The Anatomy, Because Fuck That Noise. This

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My grandma introduced me to this show. I love watching with her but haven’t been doing as often as before. Just realized that it made me have lots of interesting conversations that I didn’t realize (till now) could be important

my grandma is old over 90 and our birthdays past recently (they are very close together so we usually celebrate together) I like how this show may be strange but it sometimes has good messages and makes the viewer think about there impacts and reasoning

this honestly just came out of left fucking field i would have never expected to hear anything like this in this show. consider me Pleasantly Surprised tbh

This makes me want to get this book

People who don’t want to read The Martian in case the science is too complicated should be informed that it contains the lines “The best way to store the ingredients of water is to make them be water”, “It is of course dangerous to set off an explosive device on a spacecraft”, and “If I cut a hole in the wall of the hab, the air won’t stay inside any more”.

I like this concept I wonder why Danny is his own soul

is it because he is already dead but does not let that define him and carys on with his life

does Tim tell Batman about this ? He probably doesn’t. Would he like to share this with duke because it’s simmalr with his powers being vision based

Tim could see souls. It’s just something he’s always been able to do. Glowing apparitions of their true self and emotions that followed along their bodies.

It was a curse and a blessing. Helping victims of assault and abuse by reading the emotions and body language of their souls made his job significantly easier. It also meant he had to see the traumatized souls of his family.

Batman followed around by a dark grey glowing apparition of a very young Bruce Wayne. 8-13 in range. Wearing a rumpled nice suit. Blood that wasn’t his own splattered on his cheek. The face seemingly too young and too old at the same time. It’s steely eyes showed a life of grief, pain, and torture that looked so so incredibly wrong in a child’s body. It was never not alert. Always scanning its surroundings. Checking every possible exit and taking stock of possible weapons nearby. A child who dictated the rest of its life on grief and made the death of his parents mold him into who he was today.

Seeing Dick walk around with a light blue glowing child following him around. Hopping off walls, jumping around and doing acrobatics off every surface it could reach. It’s face and body changed. Flickering anywhere from 9 to mid 20s. It’s body language hopeful and energetic and yet it’s face seemed haunted. It had seen too much suffering at such a young age. Watching its parents deaths to growing up as a child soldier to protect the streets of Gotham. A battle Dick was willing to fight but a battle not suited for a child’s innocence. A path that shoved a young circus boy to see the horrors of the real world far too soon. It broke Tim’s heart to see Dick talk to Bruce and seem perfectly fine while his soul was curled in the fetal position rocking back and fourth right next to him.

The first time Tim sees Red Hood he had to choke back a scream. Whoever the mob boss was, they were broken. Their soul was sickly glowing green. Their soul looked no older than 10. Its skin seemed to be falling off in large chunks and yet no blood came forth from the wounds, almost in a comical cartoon zombie fashion. Its body was riddled with third and second degree burns. Blisters and charred skin that warped around atrophied muscle and tissue. A broken domino mask barley covered their left eye. It’s hair was greasy and sticking to their head in a tangled mess. A never ending stream of tears flowed from their bright green eyes. The thing that made Tim stop in his tracks out of all of this was what the soul was wearing. A tattered and mangled Robin uniform.

The Haunting of Danny Fenton

Chapter 8, (little)Part 1

masterpost (sssssh no editing or concrit, queuing this at 2am)

Danny spent three glorious days playing through a video he hadn’t made time for yet, eating too much take out, and barely leaving his closet of a room. It was nice. While the break from all of the medical tests was easily the best part, it was also good to have a break from people. People worrying, people telling him off for being reckless, people caring even—Danny needed some time with just himself and his own thoughts.

Danny needed time coming to terms with the effects the event had on his body.

The hearing aids weren’t that bad, actually. He had a feeling that maybe that was because they’d been provided by the Justice League, but once he’d gotten used to having them in, they weren’t bad. It was even nice when riding the subway to be able to turn off the aid part, cut out some of the people noise, and use them as headphones. He was almost used to putting them in every morning too.

The tremor in his limbs was harder to get used to. Mostly it was when he was tired, though, and the better he got the less he got. He’d been warned that it would likely never go way, though, even after he finished the occupational therapy he had started. He’d just… have to meter his time a little more. He did that already with his chronic aches. He could manage.

He just needed the seizures to stay away.

(So far so good.)

Besides the mess that was his corporeal form, Danny also needed time coming to terms with the fact that he was apparently dating two people.

It was nothing to do with Wally and Dick—not exactly. They were both wonderful people and Danny would feel lucky to date just one of them. But Wally had fallen for Danny when he was isolated, in danger, and desperate. Dick had agreed to the arrangement when saying anything to Wally must have been a relief. And Danny had said yes while his life was not so slowly bleeding away to keep Wally there.

It wasn’t exactly the healthiest basis to form a relationship on.

Danny had wanted to take some time away from Dick and Wally to center himself and evaluate. What he found was that he missed them. He missed their easy, back-and-forth chatter. He missed how tactile they both were. He missed how they listened to him, even if what he was saying wasn’t important.

He missed them.

After a bit of hunting, Danny found his phone (under several pillows), and pressed dial. He hummed as he waited. When the call was picked up, he couldn’t help the grin that broke out. “Hey, Wally. How about that date you two owe me?”

DP x DC Prompt.

Deadserious

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>Danny had a problem. He thought he handled it well. He couldn't tell his civillian boyfriend of his half-dead status.

He definitely couldn't let him find out by being summoned by some culty wannabes who wanted to rule the world.

Easy solution: Volunteer to be the sacrifice, turn his eyes green, and act like a Royal prick and powerful being. Get rescued by one of Gothams 50 vigilantes. And claim no memory.

Boom, secret identity underwraps.

He didn't expect everyone to treat him so fragile after.

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Damian also had a problem. That problem, being his civilian boyfriend, was obviously possessed by a spirit of the ghastly ghost king and was utterly clueless about it.

And it was all his fault.

Danny Fenton was the next June Moore/ Enchantress. Except he was hosting one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

And that lovable idiot had no damn idea about it.

So, I was re-reading Solo Leveling (again), and I thought

What if you throw Sung Jinwoo, Nico di Angelo, and Danny Phantom in one room?

I thought I losed this work like one page remaining I found it after looking for a while

this is great

Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU!

"Danyal, its time to end this game and return with me."

Danny should had known Clockwork had something in mind when he sent him on this mission. He knew he should had been suspicious of the time keeper when he noticed the little 'this is going to be fun' smile on his face when he sent Danny off into the portal.

"Get back here you demon spawn 2.0!"

But how was he supposed to know that he'd wake up in this world version of himself in a pit full of corrupted (AND NASTY) ectoplasim at the tender age of five or that when he swam up to the surface he'd be meeting face to face with what was apparently a cult.

"-O just spotted him a block away! I'll try to cut itty bitty bridie off!"

An Assassins Cult his, new to him, loving yet a little insane mother was in charge of (though during the few months he stayed in the compound he heard rumors and gossip from maids and others alike that if his grandfather returned from the dead he'll take over once again, no doubt punish Talia for creating another heir after the failure of the last one, most likely was going to kill Danny and that... that was can of worms Danny didn't wanna deal with yet)

"Ten bucks says they try to stab RR when we get the feral thing home"

"...Losers bet...."

Danny had lived with his mother for a while after being brought back from the 'dead' for apparently the first time, it turned out training a five year old with an actual sword and a dumbass hidden revenge seeking teacher was a terrible idea.

"I swear if this one tries to murder me like the others I'm asking Zatanna if there is a curse on me."

He dealt with her high demands of perfection, the endless training, and the constant comparisons to his apparent older brother Damain... Who didn't know Danny, or rather Danyal existed.

Nor did his father (when Danny, using his powers he's kept hidden since 'waking' up in this Realm, he sneaked his way around the base and discovered how he came into the world. And tbh he couldn't blame his mom how she made him, she was an assassin first and foremost, being naturally pregnant would had painted a target on her for to long... but he also felt it was unfair and an asshole move on his unsuspecting father as well)

"As your elder brother I demand you to stop running!"

Now don't get him wrong, he did like his new mother (total badass assassin lady and all that) and he knew she loved him in her own... deadly way. But yeah, she really shouldn't be taking care of kids. He could tell she struggled with wanting to be a normal mother but her first instinct after so many years was to be an assassin first.

Something she was trying to engrave into Danny with as well.

"Ah, hello Beloved. I see you've learned of our Danyal."

"Talia. Back away from him and leave Gotham now."

"I can not do that. The League needs an heir and since Damian refuses to return... I have decided to create a new one and I shall not be leaving until he returns with me."

"Talia."

Hence why when Danny, or rather Danyal al Ghul had gotten decent control over his powers he decided to leave the League. Again nothing wrong with the life his mom leads, to each their own, but he... really, really didnt want to be an assassin. Or an assassin heir.

So here he was, after almost a year on the run, using his powers and training to out smart and out maneuver his mother and her many band of Assassins, in Gotham. One of the last places he ever wanted to run to cause he knew his father and brother lived here.

It was just his luck that his mother had managed to intercept his train ride that passed into Gotham for a few hours and forced him to run into the city...

Add her assassins into the mix and running into Robin, who heard from Oracle his mother had been spotted chasing a young boy across the city, that same night.

After that it became a full on "catch me if you can" chase for not only his mother but for the batclan as well.

And after two whole days of chase, it seemed like the final showdown was about to begin because everyone was on top of this rooftop, his mother and her assassins on one side, his father and the batclan on the other and Danny well... he was right in the middle of all of it.

He just had to hope no one would notice him once the fighting started...

If you have siblings then you know that your parents will and have mistaken your name for your siblings before giving up and saying, “you know who you are!” and you just go over. Or what about when you and your siblings have even one sound of your name that sounds similar and you mistake that name as yours and then you realize it wasn’t you being called but your siblings. Or how about when you were a kid you accidentally followed a person who looks like you mom/dad which is very awkward?

Yeah so, I’m thinking this: Dick called out to Dami when they were out but at the time Damian was mad with Dick so he didn’t go to him, but Danny did since Dami sounds similar to Danny if you don’t listen that well enough not realizing it wasn’t Jazz calling for him. 

This just led to Dick walking all over Gotham with Danny without realizing that this was not this little brother (yet), Danny just going along with the ride because this dude thinks he is this ‘Dami’ person and wonders if there was another clone of his that got adopted somehow, Damian is fucken pissed because Grayson left him at the store and Jazz is now slowly coxing this little boy with very bad anger management issues and slowly warming up to him (and vice versa)

The chase begins.

(To be honest it would be just funny if no one in the Batfam realizes that Danny was not Dami at first because they are all busy with something else to be bothered by the youngest at the moment (except for Cass, Duke and Alfred but they are either not there yet or have their reasons to keep quiet) and they all leave for patrol. Just imagine the Batfam being slightly amazing but Robin’s new “six-sense” and taking down criminals one after another without majorly wounding them. It’s a Gotham miracle!

It just keeps dragging on and on until Danny does something nice for Tim before they all do a double take because Damian would never be nice to Tim of all people willingly, like-

“So, who adopted the new orphan?”

Danny was a little offended by this, Damian (after catching up after some certain obstacles happen (which these obstacles led for Jazz to know he is Robin which I find hilarious)) is just mad and decides that Danny can take his place as the younger brother and refuses to leave Jazz after have a few days to a week of bonding time. She kind of reminds him of both Cain and Grayson with some of Drake’s bad selfcare habits. Clearly, she needs protection of some sort as she would surely would have not survived in Gotham without him. 

Mostly a crack idea but go ham on this if yall want

This is great ! I watched the video before I read the protm and it’s a different experience

Submitted Prompts #31

*Shakes out drawstring bag to give you several small rocks with fossilized fish, a sparrow skull, and also a prompt!*

I was watching this “I Have a Boy” video and I couldn’t stop thinking of dp x dc.

Ok so, imagine the following video, but instead of weedwacking it’s John Constantine explaining to the Justice League why he’s paying a glowing child three dollars to beat up ghosts with a thermos when he could just perform an exorcism himself: