The "Random "expendable" dudes sent somewhere in space and forced to witness something between horrors and beauties beyond human comprehension that will irrevocably change them forever" gang.
Love how their a venn diagram of Grace and Simon with Ryley being in the middle.
I'm so glad there's someone else out there who sees the vision
The Trauma dumping would be legendary
Simon and Ryley with the gigantic thing(s) that wanted to eat them
Oh also the thing/one of the things telepathically communicated with them, for different reasons though
Ryley and Grace have The Kharaa Virus, and The Astrophage, which are very close, one would wipe out all life directly and the other wipes it out via killing the thing needed to sustain it
And then Simon and Grace are known as the patron saints of one way trips for a reason
I ended up going with a mix between actually good names but based on appearance and personality
Plus some digital art pieces of them
Echo's two limbs are chipped due to using them as a shild to protect there mate in a confrontation, the mate chip was formerly on one of those limbs but was moved to a different one after the limb was damaged.
Echo is structural engineer
Echo got there name due to there song haveing a weird echoing quality to it, due to the damage to the limbs
Pearl is an engineer, they build what Echo designs
They unfortunately still don't have names as I'm deliberating between going with Grace naming then and doing simple honesty bad names because he sucks at names, or naming them myself and doing decent ones with extra meanings
Hmmm
Choices Choices
Once again if you have suggestions or thoughts let me know! :)
It happened! The cat distribution system finally chose me!
[Image of Danny sitting on his back porch with a large grey and brown furred feline with tufted ears laying on his lap]
Jazz-Fenton Commented: Oh my gosh! Danny get away from that thing!
Dash☆Baxter Commented: oh my Phantom fenton is gonna die rip i guess
Danny_Fenton Reply to Jazz-Fenton: But I was finally chosen. :( Look how sweet she is.
◇Tucker-Foley◇ Commented: Danny that is a Lynx! Not a cat! Get away from it!
Danny_Fenton Reply to ◇Tucker-Foley◇: Her >:(.
◇Tucker-Foley◇ Reply to Danny_Fenton: I'm sorry. Danny that is a Lynx! Not a cat! Get away from her*!
♡♡Paulina_Salgado♡♡ Commented: This is great. 3 days after graduating and Fenton is murdered by a bob cat
◇Tucker-Foley◇ Reply to ♡♡Paulina_Salgado♡♡: Lynx.
♡♡Paulina_Salgado♡♡ Reply to ◇Tucker-Foley◇: don't care
XxSam-MansonxX Commented: Yes she's very pretty Danny, but she is NOT A HOUSE CAT. GET BACK IN THE HOUSE!
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Okay so I named her Vela and brought her in the house. I was looking her over and she has a few ticks but no fleas! I think shes kinda on the older side, but she was so nice for her bath and actually seemed to love the warm water. I don't have any cat food so I gave her the fish I bought earlier. Made a vet appointment for tomorrow, and now I'm gonna go buy a bunch of supplies for her. Do you think a crystal decorated collar is too gaudy?
Jazz-Fenton Commented: [facepalm gif]
XxSam-MansonxX Commented: [facepalm gif]
◇Tucker-Foley◇ Commented: [facepalm gif]
Danny_Fenton Reply to Jazz-Fenton, XxSam-MansonxX, ◇Tucker-Foley◇: You're right, I should go with pearls.
Wes×Weston Commented: This is amazing.
Bonus: 14 hours later
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She's so pretty! ☆◇☆
[Image of 'Vela' laying elegantly on Danny's living room floor, right in the morning glow, she's clean, brushed, and tick free with a tasteful pearl collar with a blue heart shaped gem in the center]
Jazz-Fenton Commented: Daniel Fenton, is that a real diamond from your vault?!
Jazz-Fenton Reply to Jazz-Fenton: Don't you dare pretend you didn't see my comment! Answer Me!
Danny dyed his hair white one day. His adoptive family thinks its teenage rebellion, but really his ghost side Has been acting up, so now he's got to commit to the bit
Bruce does a double take when Danny walks in. His newest son was much more reserved than his other children. He didn't like having attention on himself- unless it was the popular kids at school but Bruce thought that was just something every teenager went through.
Danny spent most of his time locked away in his room, playing video games, writing for his blog, and watching documentaries about space. He was the most normal and well-behaved ward since Jason, and Jason was so grateful for being able to go to school that he used to ask to skip patrol to do homework. Danny had no interest in getting into the life of crime fighting, despite his previous ghost-fighting days.
He mostly stopped the ghosts from attacking because there was literally no one else in Amity Park who could handle the ghosts. In Gotham, however, there were plenty of heroes who were trained and on top of whatever issues were going on. Danny saw no reason to jump in, despite the Waynes each taking time out of their days to give him training in thier respective areas.
Jason and Alfred were happy to report Danny was one of the best shots in the household, while Damian and Cass both agreed his hand-to-hand combat was his weakest point. Duke and Bruce were the ones who helped him the most with his powers, which Danny preferred to use and were his strongest.
Despite all of this, Danny only jumped in as Phantom if it was an all-hands-on-deck or a last-resort situation. He would rather live as a civilian, which was a huge load off of Bruce's and Dick's shoulders. His eldest had turned many young people away from the cape life, but he never managed to get his own siblings to agree. Danny was his first success story.
Danny had no problems in school. He was one of the top students- not the top, but definitely in the top ten. His teachers had nothing but praise for his insightful and well-mannered behavior. He didn't speak too much in class, but he wasn't dismissive of assignments, nor did he leave all his part of group work to his classmates.
Alfred was working on getting Danny's mannerisms and etiquette up to par for the elites, but he was easy to mold, willing to learn, and sort of natural when he was relaxed.
Danny didn't steal; he didn't drink or do any kind of drugs (Bruce knows; he had him tested. Whether that test was done with Danny's knowledge or not was no one's business). Really, the only issue Bruce had with Danny was his social life, but honestly? In a city like Gotham, having his son home, safe and sound, behind the best security money could buy, and the best of minds could build, was much more relieving.
He hadn't thought Danny was capable of rebelling.
Which was why his son, walking in with pure white hair, was so jarring. Bruce tried to find a way to tactfully ask about it-
Tim glanced up from his phone just as Danny was taking his seat and gasped. "What happened to your hair?
-but that was not how he would have done it. Thankfully, Tim always handled things he didn't want to.
Danny smiled, running a hand through his hair, unbothered by the horror that had slipped into the CEO'S voice."Felt like a change."
As he moved his hair, Bruce realized that Danny had gotten piercings as well. Not just one or two, but six, from his lobe to the top. They were small, tiny stars and dots, and one moon at the very top as a flat. Bruce's eyes widened.
That was... surprising because, in thier state, one had to have parental permission until one was eighteen to get piercings. Danny is sixteen, and Bruce had not given any form of permission. Where did he get those piercings?
"This felt right," Danny concludes, leaning back in his chair. As he did so, his shirt rose a little, and peeking from the small slip of skin was an ink image. Tattoos. On Danny's frontal hipbones.
Bruce felt faint.
Tim gasped, knocking over his drink when he sprang up, pointing at Danny accusingly. It was the most animated Bruce had seen his son in the past week, but this was obviously a worthy cause. "Do you have tattoos?!?"
The now white-haired boy smiled warmly, almost proudly, as he lifted his shirt to show off two strips of black and white galaxy-themed tattoos. They tilted from his hip down to his private parts and were honestly a masterful work of art, but Bruce was shocked beyond words.
None of his kids had tattoos. None. Not even Jason. Oh gods, Danny was never going to get a real job now.
"Where?" Bruce croaked, "Where did you get those?"
"Johnny did them for me." Danny chirps, letting his shirt fall back down.
"Who is Johnny?" Tim gasped, falling back into his seat like his heart was being ripped out of his chest and stomped on. He was ready for children. He had the you're going to put me in an early grave act down pact. Bruce was honestly impressed by it.
"He's my friend." Danny shrugged. "He's cool."
Bruce opened his mouth, but once again Tim beat him to the punch.
"Cool? Is it cool to be running around looking like a delinquent?!"
"Didn't you use to skip school to go skateboarding and then break into buildings at night for a photography session?" Danny popped his fork into his mouth, raising one eyebrow. Tim sputtered for a second, looking for an argument but falling short, so he turned to Bruce.
"B. Control your son!"
"I don't need controlling from a man who actively breaks the law. " Danny cut in. He swallowed the salad in his mouth before putting his fork down and raising his hands to create the distinctive bat ears of Batman's cowl on his head. Bruce felt like he'd been slapped.
Tim slammed a hand on the table. "You're breaking your father's heart."
Danny, sweet and innocent Danny, rolled his eyes at Tim. "It's not that big of a deal."
Bruce thinks his heart actually may have shattered. Tim glanced at him before facing the teenager at the table again. "You're killing your father."
"Good."
Danny continued his dinner, humming peacefully in the utter shock silence. He retreated to his room to continue playing his latest game, leaving two of the brightest minds in the Wayne household utterly stumped on what to do or say. It would take hours before either found the will to move, and that was only because Alfred got home from bingo with his friend to find the two staring at the wall.
The entire reason the Umbrellas are ‘underestimated’ is actually cause they are OVERestimated. People think they know their next move and drive themselves crazy trying to predict it. Five just rolls out of bed ready to punch someone, entirely forgetting that he can tick time backwards, probably the smartest person alive, but he’s running on forty-five years of pure insanity and split personality and he can’t remember how to function like a regular person. Allison is like ‘this bitch’ while forgetting she can rumor anyone into anything, because she was also manipulated into using it on her loved ones and she’s afraid it’s messed up her moral compass so she tries to refrain instead of realizing it’s useful in the right situation. Diego can literally manipulate moving objects with his mind but he’s over in the corner trying to figure out life with negative three braincells. I’m not sure Klaus is really comprehending anything, just wandering along with the vibes and pure rabid brother energy. Luther is like. Permanently confused. Viktor thinks he needs to step up as the most powerful but now he’s forgetting that talking things out exists, like the rest of them.
None of them know what’s going on. People overestimate them to the point of driving themselves mad while the Umbrellas are in the background making martinis. It’s what Makes This Show. Lifelong obsession and training vs the chaotic need to bite someone reaching for the last donut. And the donut biter is winning.
