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luffy stole all the royal children and now uses them as a pillow. without any shameΣ(°ロ°)
and no sedative for the cook(︶︹︺)
Congratulations Luffy!!!
This is such a silly little thing 😂 but gave me so much joy!
In an otherwise bad 2 months. A combination of financial stress, sleepless nights and job searches.
I laughed until I cried and I'm still smiling. Thank you for this❣️
Just needed a little ASL silliness to pick up my mood. ☀️ ❤️ 👒 💙 🎩 🧡 🔥 🌊
he made a discovery
someone else might call it faith
The bell rang out above him as Tim shuffled over to the counter, already tiredly calculating how he was going to order the most caffeine in a drinkable quantity. There was a short line before him so he had some time.
Letting his eyes wander, he took note of the tasteful decor, and the stunning number of plants for a business unrelated to Ivy, before his eyes inevitably found the people within the building and began sleepily profiling them.
There was a male, Caucasian, in his early twenties, his head in his hands with a laptop opened to a blank document in front of him. College student, likely. A woman, of Asian descent, late twenties to early thirties, her eyes closed as she inhaled the steam coming from her drink. It was a Saturday, so it was likely her day off. The person in front of Tim - male, Caucasian, teen, typing rapidly on his phone with one hand and holding the strap of his backpack in the other - was on his way to a study session, if not setting up here to study with his friends. The person in front of him - male, African descent, late fifties, married, squinting at the board and chewing on his lip - was anxious about how long it’s taken him to decide on something, either having an anxiety disorder or needing to head out quickly. The barista…
Tim blinked. He’d thought he’d slept last night.
The barista was gorgeous. If Tim believed in the fae being in Gotham, he’d suspect this was the Summer King or something. They were definitely a meta, with subtly pointed ears and lightly glowing blue eyes, and small but noticeable fangs that flashed when they spoke.
Tim couldn’t look away now that he’s seen them.
“What can I do ya for?” A Midwestern accent, projected more with this sentence but otherwise light enough to miss.
“At no cost, and repeatedly please,” Tim heard someone mutter, only to watch those pretty eyes widen as a bright flush took over the man’s(?) face.
Even his ears turned red, Tim noted idly. The barista was staring at Tim as though stunned.
Oh, wait, what did he say?
Sam: What are you wearing?
Danny: Oh, this? My boyfriend let me borrow his jacket. Looks great right?
Sam: Who the hell is your new boyfriend?
Danny: What do you mean?
Sam: Danny, that jacket costs forty-five thousand dollars! Its brand.
Danny horrified whisper: I wore this on the subway.
Tucker: Danny, pal of mine, brother from another mother, take it off, slowly, fold it, and put it in your bag. Did you notice anyone following you?
Danny: I don't think- I mean I dont know-am I in danger?
Sam: Well, you did just walk across the most dangerous city in the country with a jacket that cost almost as much as a car, and no one mugged you. Maybe people here don't know brands? In any case, give it back to your rich boyfriend as soon as possible.
Danny: Okay.
Tucker: But seriously, who is your new boyfriend? How you did you meet?
Danny: His name is Tim, and we met at my summer internship-
Sam: Wait. You met this Tim at Wayne Enterprise, right? What's his last name?
Danny: Ugh....he told me but I couldn't hear him since my Ghostly Wail shot my hearing the day before then I was too embarrassed to ask and too much time went by and then he asked me out so....I don't know?
Tucker: Dude, how can you not know your own boyfriend's last name?
Danny: We've only been dating two weeks! Plus its not like we were assigned the same department at W.E. He was in administration and I was in research and Development! I saw him on occasion in the same building and-
Sam: Is this him? *Shows phone*
Danny: Yeah? Why do you have a photo of my boyfriend? Do you know him?
Tucker: Let me see- IS THAT TIMOTHY DRAKE!? YOU BAGGED TIMOTHY DRAKE!?
Sam: Keep your voice down!
Tucker: Sorry, sorry, its just- dude how im the world did you manage this?
Danny: I ran into him the hallway, dropped all the coffee I had on myself and took off my shirt to wash it in the bathroom. He stood guard at the door for me. I think he has a thing for losers?
Sam: Danny, you have a six pack.
Danny: So?
Tucker: Dude, for the last time, you are the hot one in our trio. Sam is the pretty one and I'm the handsome one. We may have been sevens in Amity Park, but here? Where the water is undrinkable? We're tens!
Sam: I say we're more like a decent eight point five-
Tucker: TENS. WE ARE TENS.
Red Robin in the ceiling: AMEN BROTHER
Sam: What the hell was that?
Danny: You heard him too? Oh, thank god, I thought I was going crazy.
Like They Do in Vegas
AKA "Red Robin jokingly says I'll protect you to a civilian Danny Fenton, unaware this is a ghost proposal. Danny, also unaware this is a ghost proposal, accidentally accepts. So, uh... cue the awkward honeymoon phase?" Dead Tired DPxDC prompt idea!
Or: Tim Drake is a simp with a helping of gratuitously hot Danny Fenton
Red Robin is a disaster bisexual on a good day and a desperate simp every other day, or that's what Jason tells him. But seeing Daniel Fenton - Gotham-U aerospace genius and terrifyingly hot kinda-sorta-crush - about to get mugged feels like a good opportunity for Tim to show he's above all that. He's a hardened, experienced vigilante. He can do this.
Except Danny throws a punch hard enough to drop one of the muggers like a bag of bricks. His blue eyes almost glow in the dark, expression curling into something snarky and surprisingly self-confident. (Tim absolutely does not find that attractive, no. He's a professional.) Red Robin drops down into the alley with familiar ease, bo staff already swinging on the second thug. Danny's on the third one like an animal, slamming the poor guy into the wall so hard his head ricochets off the wall and he slumps in Danny's hold.
He's only wearing fitted white tee and jeans, the same outfit he was earlier on campus, so Tim can see the way his biceps flex and his pecs strain the chest of his tee when his shoulders roll back.
"Wow," Danny drawls. His midwestern accent should sound tacky, but Tim feels a flush burn his pale skin. Thank god for masks. "I was almost a goner there. Thanks for the save, Red."
Tim thinks very, very hard so he doesn't stutter. He's sarcastic and quick-witted, the smartest detective since Batman. He can flirt. (And maybe he's using his Red Robin mask for confidence, but who cares? The amount of times he's gotten tongue tied when trying to ask Danny out, despite sharing four gen ed classes with him, makes him want to claw his eyes out in embarrassment. Tim needs this win.)
"Seems more like an assist than a save. But I can be your knight in shining armor any day." Oh, god. That was the worst pick up line. Tim wishes one of the thugs would suddenly wake up and fight back just so he could get distracted from his utter failure of attempted flirting. Just as Tim's about to backtrack, apologize and say he's just joking, Danny laughs. A giddy, I-can't-believe-I'm-talking-to-you laugh that Tim's personally familiar with. He's suddenly dumbstruck by the idea that Danny might want to flirt with him back.
"Yeah? You'll be my knight?" Danny smiles earnestly, the usual nonchalant bad boy expression softening into something awkwardly endearing.
"Yeah," Tim agrees breathlessly. Jokingly, he adds, "I'll protect you."
As if Danny needs it. Clearly, he's more than able to protect himself, considering how easily he cleared two absurdly jacked muggers. He also has the intelligence of a potentially terrifying Rogue. And he's hot with his tight t-shirts and piercings and perfectly messy hair. And he's funny, matches Tim's sarcasm with his own snark, unashamed of the things he cares about with a passion. Anyways.
"I'll walk you home?" Tim means to sound confident and assured, like how he normally is as Red Robin, but it comes out almost bashful. And he is bashful... bashing his damn head against a wall. Ugh. Get it together, man! Danny laughs again and it's like the stars twinkling or something. It's beautiful. He wants to hear it all the time.
"Yeah. That's-uh, I'd like that." His crush smiles, a flush starting to dust over his ears and cheeks, and Tim turns to tie up the muggers so Danny can't see the goofy smile that takes over his face.
(The next morning, after taking Danny home, Tim Drake wakes up to a tattoo on his left hand. Specifically his wedding finger. The tattooed band is somehow glowing green with incomprehensible runes encircling his finger just beneath the knuckle. What. The. Fuck.)
((Danny Phantom stares incredulously at the wedding band on his hand. The words I'll protect you scrawl in Infinite Realms ancient script like an unbreakable vow. Oh, shit.))
Idea: Lady Gotham is not the city. She is her people. Every soul lost inside of Lady Gotham’s city finds a new home in her embrace. They do not pass on to some nebulous afterlife, whether they had a religious belief or not - Lady Gotham welcomes all of her people. And they are happy, as they’re able to keep watch over their loved ones and even do small things to manipulate the city - to cause darker shadows to hide them from bad intentions, or to create little ideas that cause promotions by moving papers or writing names. Maybe they think this is their religion’s afterlife.
From an outside point of view, she is nothing more than a parasite, devouring the dead within her city’s limits. But Lady Gotham does this and calls it love.
Now, taking this idea and adding it to one of my favorite AUs for DPDC…
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Danny stared the spirit-thing down, debating how best to subdue it, when it noticed him before he could figure it out. At least, he’d assume it noticed him, considering the cloud of shadows shifted around before assuming a humanoid shape. “My star, you came home!” Whatever voice it was mimicking, she sounded elated.
“Yeah, no. This does explain the list of dead gone missing, though.” Danny stated casually, wondering if he’d have to fight it or if he could just pull it into his thermos.
“Missing? Danny, dear, no one is missing.” He shuddered- why did it have to use his name?? “No one except you, but you came back! I knew you would!”
“Look, I’ve got places to be and ghosts to fight, so if you would kindly just go into the thermos-“
“Is that any tone to take when we haven’t seen each other in so long, my star?” The figure set its hands on its hips, looking the perfect picture of an exasperated mother.
Danny rolled his eyes, “so just to confirm, you’re not going to willingly go into the thermos? No? Alright, got it.” Danny clicked the thermos back on his belt, before stretching out his shoulders as he floated closer to the smoky figure. “Just gonna put it out there, I did give you a chance to come peacefully. There is no option of not coming with me. I’ll even give a count of three! 1…”
The figure rippled, before speaking again, “Danny, sweetheart, please - let’s just go sit down and talk somewhere, okay? I know we left on a bad note-“
“2…”
“-but I really think we can come to an understanding! After all-“
“3!” Danny wound back, and swung his fist at the face of the figure just as they gained more details, color filling out where smoke covered before, and Danny froze just before contact.
“-Jayce and I really did miss you, Danny.” Catherine gave him a warm but nervous smile, looking so much healthier than Danny remembers her being.
“Mama?” His voice broke, fist lowering.
Combat Medic Phantom
DP x DC Prompt
I've seen a few fics of Danny becoming a doctor/field Medic and decided to make my own take on it.
Danny did not inherit the things Pariah had, in order for him to actually become the Ghost King, he needs to end the Tyrant King, and he doesn't want to do that.
Danny has become really good at handling other Ghosts. Not in the beat-them-back-into-the-portal sense, he's good at making Ghosts more suitable for the living realm by finding ways for them to fulfill their obsessions without causing harm.
He's also been seen to use his Ice Core powers to help in ways that would heal someone, and a certain Yeti Ghost has taken notice.
When Frostbite had come to Danny to offer him a way to help more Ghosts and people, he took it. And just like that, Danny has learned many medical practices from Frostbite over the course of years. He's helped Dani stabilize during his training with Frostbite as well, but since he is not a normal medical expert, so he can't just be in a hospital where only humans are being treated, plus, the Anti Ecto Acts are still in effect.
When the Justice League began to battle a hostile alien fleet bent on either destroying or conquering earth, Batman bad begun to prepare for the worst when many of his allies and friends began to be hurt in lethal ways. And when the medical requests slowly stopped coming in, he did a head count, but was shocked to see that everyone who was injured was alive when.
The people who were given medical aid had said that a man in his early 20s had treated them. He wore a most black with white hazmat and had flowing white hair. They had assumed that be was a new field Medic that they hired. What's more, he was able to take down some of the hostile aliens that had found him treating some of them.
Bruce: Did I tell you I got selected to judge a hero cosplay contest?
Dick: Yes.
Bruce: Apparently it was because people think I've been with all the older members of the Justice League. How funny is that?
Dick tired: Hmmm.
Bruce: I'm a little flattered. Brucie Wayne is meant to be attractive and slightly loose but to be assumed that I could get all of the Justice League? Wow. Such a honor.
Dick: Are you here to tell me you're excited for the hero convention, or are you just here to torture me?
Bruce: A little of both, if I'm honest. By the way that cosplayer Tim follows is going to compete. What was that lad's name? Daniel Fenton-
Tim falling out of the city: YOU MEAN THE FUTURE MR.DRAKE IS COMPETING?!
Dick even more tired: And now we have stalkers in the walls. Of course, we do.
Damian: Can Jon come over to play?
Bruce: Sure.
Tim: What?! You let him bring Jon but I can't invite Kon!?
Bruce: Kon is welcome here when he stops trying to deflower you.
Tim: DEFLOWER ME?!
Bruce: I know what the way he looks at you means. Its also why your door stays open whenever he does managed to slither through here.
Tim: First of all, B, for your information I've been deflowered plenty of times-
Damian: Ew. We're they not afraid of diseases?
Tim: - and secondly, I have a boyfriend who I am very loyal to!
Bruce: Who is this young man? Do I know him? Do you know him? What if he's dangerous? He's dangerous isnt it? When did he escape from prison? What gang is he in? That good for nothing probably caused the collapse of our economy.
Tim: His name is Danny and he is not a criminal. He's a great guy
Damian loud betrayed gasp: MY ART TUTOR. YOU BEDDED MY ART TUTOR?!
Tim smugly: I'm his muse.
Damian: You dirty rat.
Bruce: I always knew there was something wrong with that boy. No one paints so many half clothed men without being a dirty little whor-
Tim: BRUCE!
Danny: Sometimes, I just want a small silent grave and just...rest. But everytime I dream, I'm cradled on the alter again but its a good deep sleep.
Tim: *looks up from files* I could bury you in the yard if it helps.
Danny: No, no. Martha said to wait till the ground softens or I'll ruin the roots.
YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE A REALLY CUTE IDEA?
Hear me out, De-Aged Dani and Dan - with Mom!Danny and GhostKing!Danny in one, but okay, hear me out. We always had Danny legit wide-awake and carrying his kids, and the people summoning him see him with kids, and immediately understand what is going on, and just feel bad or coo at the kids.
But hear me out, Danny is full on-knocked out cold and actually legit needs some sleep. Jazz is there with him, tucking him into bed whilst she studies for her exams in College, watching over the kids for a bit.
But then Danny gets a summons he can't answers, and the kids having the brilliant idea to answer the summoning instead! They both get summoned, pretty much ignore the situation and declare themselves as the children of the Ghost King and being all grand ... despite being toddler-sized, and such. (They do NOT look human in the slightest.)
They basically say their mom is asleep, and they are here to answer in his stead instead!
The misunderstands that could occur is AMAZING. One option is that the group (Justice League, Batman, or otherwise) thinks that these are the kids of Pariah Dark and they just yanked his kids.
Just some cute lil' fun stuff~
The Fenton parents die. Jazz and Danny get taken in and quickly adopted by Vlad. Vlad continues to be a manipulative asshole who leverages Jazz against Danny. It sucks, so much, but the two of them both learn to get used to it.
Years have passed. Danny is twenty-one now, but even becoming an adult couldn't get him out from under Vlad's thumb. If anything, things are worse now-- he's officially been made the heir of DALV Co and he has a training position in the company.
Jazz is enrolled in the Metropolis College of Medicine, getting her doctorate. She didn't want to leave Danny behind, but Danny insisted that at least one of them should be free. Besides, Vlad was actually worse when Jazz was close.
Vlad's favorite threat as of late is to say he'll pull Jazz's college tuition if Danny doesn't do everything he says. With them being formally adopted and not technically financially independent, Jazz wouldn't qualify for student aid otherwise-- it's an effective threat. Scholarships won't cover everything, after all. A doctorate doesn't come cheap.
Danny has a reputation for being a terrifying shark of a businessman for a good reason. With his abilities and a judicious application of overshadowing, taking over business after business for Vlad is easy work.
His latest target? Wayne Enterprises.
Vlad thinks a seduction would be fitting. He points Danny at Tim Drake-Wayne, and lets him loose.
Low-Context Spoilers for Ch9 of WTNS
Danny's Middle School Record Month of September (Grade 6)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He was late to class
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (-1 Beaker)
He destroyed school property (--26 Beaker)
He started a Food Fight in the Cafeteria
Danny's Middle School Record Month of October (Grade 6)
He destroyed school property
School dress code violation
He was late to class
School dress code violation
He destroyed school property
He lashed out and yelled at a teacher and student, refusing to de-escalate and exhibiting unusual levels of aggravation and irritability
Bruce: you recognized that this was abnormal behavior for him and reached out, right?
Lemures Middle School:
Bruce: you recognized that this was abnormal behavior for him and reached out, right?
Lemures Middle School: we have a school counselor report that's 80% inaccessible to you :)
Bruce: HM.
WTNS Danny: Sometimes your best friends are a goth vegan, a tech-geek, and a grown man--
Battinson: I'm your best friend?
Danny: --and i am perfectly okay with that
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Danny: when Bruce Wayne found me bleeding out in an alleyway, the last thing either of us expected was for him to become my emergency legal guardian
Danny: and yet [ gestures to Wayne Tower ] here we are
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Bruce, holding Danny under the arms like a cat: this is my 14-year-old, Danny,
Bruce: he has very volatile fight-or-flight reflex, so if you sneak up on him--
Bruce: [ shakes Danny lightly ]
Bruce:--no you didn't.
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Danny: you underestimate the amount of spite I hold in my body
Bruce: it can't be that much
Danny, three apples tall: hey!
Alfred: I do not understand
Bruce: Its simple. You adopt the boy in the my class and I marry him so I can call you Dad
Alfred: Why can't I simple adopt you?
Bruce: Because my parents put a clause in their will that if I'm adopted out of the bloodline, I don't get the Wayne fortune. I need to stay a Wayne.
Alfred: Your parents....are not dead though?
Bruce: Yeah, but I want to call you dad now. And Danny is scared of his guardian.
Alfred: What? He is? Why do you say that?
Bruce: He calls him a fruitloop, and apparently, he does weird things to him in the basement. Danny looks scared whenever Mr. Masters comes to pick him up, and Alfred, Danny says, Mr. Masters made all those bruises on his legs when we were swimming.
Alfred cocking his shotgun: I believe your friend will be in need of a new guardian after all.
Bruce: Are you going to hurt him?
Alfred: No, Master Bruce, I'm simple going to put him to sleep.
Bruce: Then I can marry Danny?
Alfred: Yes. Now go with your parents and tell them "I'm cleaning St. Green rubbish" for Mister Masters. They know what it will mean.
Bruce: Then we go to the lake! Whenever you clean St.Green we go to the lake!
Alfred sinister smile: Yes, we do indeed.