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Wednesday fanfic prompt

Let's Make This Interesting

It started as most things nowadays do, with a video somebody posted on the internet. Tyler had seen it on a Thursday night and had laughed his ass off so hard that his Dad worried that he would actually suffocate. He watched and then rewatched that one video for close to an hour and it never got old.

He thought it was so funny that he started showing it to everyone he knew. His Dad, the cops at the station, his coworkers at the Weathevaine. They all laughed their asses off, or in his Dad's case he gave a short chuckle before handing the phone back to him. The only person who didn't laugh was one particular goth Outcast by the name Wednesday Addams.

"Oh come on Wednesday, it's hilarious!" Tyler said with a wide smile as he put his phone away." I fail to see what is so humerus about it." She deadpaned and quirked a brow at the boy sitting next to her in her regular booth." Alright you have a different sense of humor to everyone else. I just thought you would at least find it entertaining. Maybe even crack a smile." He chuckled.

"I don't smile. Especially at interest slop made by brain dead Z-list celebrities created to entertain those with fewer braincells than they have critical thoughts." Wednesday frowned. Tyler lifted his own brow at that," So you don’t smile? Like, not even a smirk?" He asked." If one were to ever find it's way past my cold hard resolve I would hope that you would at least have the necessary functions in your amygdala to flee in the opposite direction."

Tyler smiled wide and toothy," Sounds like a challenge." He said with confidence making Wednesday's brow furrow in confused intrigue. So a wager was struck and so it began. Once a week Tyler would show Wednesday at least three videos personally chosen with the intent to make one Wednesday Addams laugh.

At first she was annoyed, then when he nearly came close to making her crack the smallest of smirks she decided to make this game of his more thrilling by upping the stakes. What was a challenge without stakes, and if she was going to play his game she might as well make it more thrilling for the both of them. So she made him a deal.

Succeed and she will owe him one favor of his choosing, simple as that; and it was on. For months they played their game till Enid cought wind of it and wanted to join in. Stating how much she really wanted to see her bestie smile as the reason. Though Wednesday thinks she actually wanted that favor to make her spend more quality time together roommate bonding.

Soon others were getting in on the deal as well. Ajax, Bianca, as well as the rest of the Nightshades. Which is how Wednesday assumed Xavier found out as well. Even Eugene couldn't help but see the allure. Suppose it was her own fault for choosing such a tantalizing prize.

With so many people now involved they decided that rather than bombarding her at random that they might as well make a bit of a get together out of it. Enids idea of course, and Tyler was pretty quick to offer up his place. His Dad worked nights every Friday, his Dad had just recently replaced there old box TV with a new flat screen and it was a better venue than Crackstones crypt. As Xavier suggested but was quickly out voted on because of comfortable seating.

The game continues still for a few more weeks. Till one night the sheriff came home because he had forgotten something and gave a surprised "What the hell!", at finding so many teens in his living room. In his house. Obviously he demanded an explanation, and obediently they gave it to him." So your all just trying to make Addams laugh?" He asked perplexed.

"Well," Enid started as she began nervously talking with her hands." Smiling and smirking is also excepted. Really any up turned movement of the mouth that isn't talking. But also anything that might sound like a vocalized show of amusement. Like a chuckle or a snort." The blond werewolf explained.

"Really now?" They all nodded their heads in confirmation." What do you get if you win?" He asked much to everyones surprise." One favor of the winners choice that can last up to 24 hours." Wednesday answered. Making the older man look at her in surprise." Really, anything the winner wants?" He asked." So long as it doesn't compromise my morals." Wednesday joked, just barely suppressing a grin when the sheriff took out his phone with a muttered "I'm in."

Tyler tried to get his Dad to back off but his efforts were shut down when he told his son," It's my house, I at least get one shot." Putting up his hands Tyler looked around at the rest of the room in apology. Pulling up a video on the TV older Galpin pressed play and watched Wednesday's face closely. The rest of the teens switching between watching the video and watching Wednesday.

At first nothing happened. The video started out slow but then all of a sudden many things happened at once on screen. The video erupted into chaos the likes of which the room had never seen or heard in their short lives. So engrossed were the teens that they almost didn't hear the soft, breathy, almost startling chuckle that slipped unbinded the goth teen sitting on the couch.

Everything stopped for a moment as the sheriff paused the video. Disconnecting his phone with a crooked smile that just said 'gotcha'. Pocketing his phone the sheriff turned back around, grabbed what he needed and left with just a," Pleasure doing business with you Addams!", before he was gone with the sound of the kitchen door before him." What!" Enid sputtered in disbelief and disappointment a sentiment that everyone else in the room also shared.

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Wednesday Fanfic Prompt

Fester wasn't quite sure what he was looking at, at first at least. He was gallivanting through the woods trying to evade police after his latest job when he came across a most glorious sight. Flames, spectacular fire engulfing what looked like a military training facility of some sort. He wasn’t sure what had happened but watching the place burn brought back such memories of his and his brother's time at Camp Custer.

Fester smiled as he watched the mayhem unfold. Adults evacuating cadets while others ran amuck trying to save what they could. Screaming, yelling, crying; a laugh bubbled up in his chest at the pure bedlam. Only to die in his throat as he spotted a lone figure stood amongst the chaos. Or rather the creature.

Tall, standing at least ten feet above everyone else. Ruff gray skin reflecting the yellow of the flames around him as his large predatory eyes surveyed everything going on around him before releasing an inhuman roar. It had been years since Fester has seen a Hyde but there one was. Memories of Olga flooded his mind and a sinking feeling overtook him.

Everything she told him about freshly awakened Hydes ran to the forefront of this lobotomised brain and Fester knew immediately what he had to do. Hiding in amongst a thicket of trees Fester lied in wait for the inevitable. Sure enough, after causing more destruction the Hyde booked it for the woods.

Not getting far before shifting back into a very unassuming teenage boy. Making his way over quickly Fester checked the boy over for any injury. He had obviously been drugged with something but other than that the only thing wrong was that he was caked in ash and soot.

Picking him up in a firemans carry Fester made a run for it before anyone could see them. It'll take him a little over half an hour to circle back and get to where he stashed his motorcycle but after that getting back to the mansion would be a piece of cake. He just hopped that they can help the poor kid in time.

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Tyler awakened his Hyde at boot camp and not at the hands of Gates. Found by Fester, they head out on an adventure to seek answers about the true nature of Hydes. All while helping Tyler find himself and his place in the Outcast world.

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I need advice

I just got a comment on one of my older fics from a supposed 2D/3D artist wanting to turn the story i wrote into a comic. Problem is, I think it's fake and I don't know what to do about it. The message said to check out their profile if I was interested( I wasn’t, I pretty sure it was a bot or something. Still clicked just to see what I was working with.) There was nothing on their AO3 account, and I searched Tumblr and even Google; still nothing.

I'm more than certain that this is a bot/scam of some sort but I have never had to deal with this before. Do I block them? Report them? Delete the comment? All the above? I just need a bit of help here,please. It would be much obliged!

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WednesdayxDanny Phantom crossover prompt:

The Loyal and Faithful Follower.

Tyler wasn't a very religious person. He went to church on Christmas and maybe for a handful of funerals in his life. That's about it.So when he was told about some deity named Phantom by a couple of guys at boot camp, he was skeptical.

They insisted he was real though and so Tyler asked for proof. The other boys gladly accept and set up a simple ritual with an offering of frosted animal crackers that one of them smuggled in. Asking for Phantom to somehow get PT canceled the next day so they could rest and not have to go out in the hot sun.

Tyler thought they were full of it. There's no way that they thought this would work. Only it did, or at least they thought it did. The next day the entire camp was hit with a lightning storm so bad that it flooded the entire obstacle corse and washed some of it away in the stream.

But he was still not convinced, so the boys set up another ritual; this time with a candy bar, and asked that Sargent Maxwell get what he deserved for messing up the barracks after they had cleaned the place top to bottom. Tyler could see why they would ask that of the supposed deity. Sargent Maxwell was a total ass**** and had ruined hours of cleaning just became the beds weren't made to his standards.

The next day they find out that the Sargent's house was brutally vandalized when they lined up for morning drills. Every window smashed, every wall hole ridden, and every pipe unusable with the amount of clogs they had. That made Tyler raise an eyebrow. But to really sell it, to really convince Tyler of Phantoms existence; they held another ritual.

This time they offered a hostess snack cake and asked for Phantom for a pizza night for the whole camp that Friday night. Tyler had raised another eyebrow at that, because while it would of been nice for all of them to have a brake from the healthy stuff the camp pushed it was a fat chance in hell that the camp would allow such a thing.

However, sure enough; Tyler soon found himself eat his words as well as a slice of pepperoni come Friday. Apparently all of the food in the camps kitchen had been suspiciously contaminated with calminila. Even the things in boxes and cans were affected and sent one of the drill instructors to the hospital.

Now thoroughly convinced, Tyler started asking the boys more questions about Phantom and by the end of summer Tyler could say he was a fellow follower of the Ghost King. Continuing even after he had long gone home. His Dad gave him a wired look when he saw the small alter in his room but he just explained what Phantom was all about and though he still thought it was wired he let it go.

He even sent him a link when he was at work, asking if "This was the guy you were talking about?". He was ecstatic that his Dad was taking an interest in his life for once and even answered his questions that night as they ate dinner without snapping at him at the times he sounded a bit too condescending.

Tyler even mentioned it to his new court mandated therapist, Dr. Kinbott. While she too had her own miss givings about the whole worshipping a pagen god. She at least listened and did her own research on Phantom as well. Getting excited when she brought up Phantoms roll as a protection deity at their next session. Asking him if maybe he was also thinking of pursuing a protective roll in there community like his father.

He thinks his answer disappointed her a bit. It was fine though. You didn't need to be a cop to protect people and make a difference. So he arranged for the extra food at his job to be donated to a local soup kitchen, and starts offering French lessons to people at the public library. He's doing more, helping more and he's never been happier. Not since before his Mom died at least.

So when it all goes down hill and life took a left turn for him in the form of one Marilyn Thornhill and he finds himself chained in a damp cave. Tyler bowed his head and asked Phantom for help in his hour of need. Pouring his little heart out with one simple prayer and jumped out of his skin when he felt gentle fingers run threw his now bloody curls.

Looking up Tyler's hazel eyes widened when they landed on the face of Phantom. Green gaze firey but gentle." I heard your cry for help, don't worry." He says and with his other hand he waves above the cuffs that hold him chained to the cave wall. Making them open and release Tyler with only a small hiss of discomfort from where they had long dug into his skin." Let's get out of here and get you to a hospital."

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Tyler meets some boys from Amity Park at boot camp. They bestow the knowledge of Phantom onto him and he's living for it. Honestly one of the greatest things that have ever happened to him honestly.

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WEDNESDAY Fic Idea!

Sheriff Donovan Galpin and, by extension; his son Tyler. Have an immunity to most poisons both common and uncommon. It was an occupational hazard for the sheriff. Especially because he was the sheriff of a town like Jericho. And though there were the occasional slip up Donovan was able to thwart most poison attempts, there were still slip-ups from time to time. He just took it as a teaching opportunity to show his son what to look for and how to avoid it. This of course only did so much and over the years there were still multiple incidents.

Like the woman who slipped Tyler an arsenic laden hot chocolate one winter after the sheriff refused to have dinner with her. Still not over the loss of his wife as well as still trying to find a balance for both his son and himself. A balance he never quit found even as his boy got older.

Then there was the girl in Tyler's third grade class who gave him a small bag of cookies on Valentines day on behest of her mother. The woman herself baking them with enough cyanide to take down two grown men after Donovan had arrested her husband for drug possession.

The one incident standing out the most in both of their minds was the attempt made by one of their neighbors. An elderly woman who had lived next door in the same house before the sheriff was even born. She had made the two Galpin men a few jars of soup to "Help keep you boys warm in this cold weather". They had eaten an entire jar before realizing that it had been doused with belladonna. What was her motive you might ask? The sheriff had her son's car towed and her darling boy lost his job.

Nevertheless, you get the idea. Both Donovan and Tyler have been the victims of poisoning for a very long time. From Arsenic to Hollyhock. Nightshade to even jellyfish toxins. They even got hit with pufferfish at one point. The immunity both of them built over the course of their lives coming in handy from time to time. It was also this immunity that made Marilyn Thornhill, aka Laurel Gates; have to use twice as much of her home made concoctions then she planned for when awakening Tyler's Hyde.

So one day while talking to Wednesday as he took his break at the Weathermain, Tyler accidentally confused Wednesday's cup for his and took a sip. Wednesday automatically stiffened and told him of his blunder with a worried, or rather as worried as she would allow herself; look. Tyler just apologized and offered to make her a new one thinking that she had a thing against sharing drinks, even on accident.

It wasn't until she demanded he put the cup down and go to the hospital that she finally explained that she sometimes liked to lace her drinks with poison that he finally understood." Oh, don't worry it'll be fine." He smiled reassuringly making Wednesday confused but more insistent." No Tyler, it will not be fine when you experience severe abdominal pain and rectal bleeding as you regurgitate all over your freshly moped floor. Now go to the hospital!" She demanded nearly incredulous.

"Oh, so it was cyanide. Then we definitely don't have anything to worry about. I have an immunity to that." Tyler tells her with an easy grin. Making Wednesday stop short as she watches with stiff shoulders as he takes another sip of the poisoned quad." Immunity?" She asked with wide eyes and so Tyler explained. Telling her about his life long exposure to various poisons and toxins. How both he and his dad had quite the list of what they could take between the both of them.

Wednesday's shoulders slowly relaxed, her body language becoming less stiff and she now had a look of interest on her face." Interesting." She said simply and Tyler nodded," Yeah, I'll tell you more about it later. My brakes over and I got to get back behind the counter. Do you want me to make you another quad?"

"Yes."

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Danny Phantom x Wednesday crossover prompt

Danny had to leave Amity Park. Why, you might ask? Well in all honesty it wasn't just one thing. The GIW were closing in, his parents were suspicious, and Vlad was amping things up to 11. It's okay though, he and his friends had prepared for something like this a long time ago. Putting that plan into action might have taken time to carry out but by the end of it Danny was on a bus heading for a little nowhere town in Vermont and leaving the steaming crater of what was once Fenton Works behind him.

Perhaps faking his death (a permanent one) was a bit extreme but honestly with the way he was metaphorically being backed into a corner he and his friends didn't really see any easy way out. So off he went to some random town that Sam had insisted upon him hiding at. Telling him how it was literally the perfect place for him to hide. Danny had to give it to Sam, she was right.

While Jericho was a small town with small town vibes on the surface. It was actually very, very spooky once you look past the normal facade. Just like back home. So it was perfect.

Danny didn't take long to set up shop. Finding an abandoned burned out building just outside of town. He didn't stay there long though. Being quickly booted out by a grumpy old guy who tried to take Danny’s supplies as his. He's not to mad though. Not after he watched the guy get booted out himself by the sheriff right after Danny took back what the old guy managed to grab from him.

His next spot was much better. A small ally next to a local coffee shop. Sure it was a bit to in the open for his liking but the food the coffee shop threw out was decent enough for it to be tolerable. He just wished the employees weren't so noisy when they chucked stuff in the dumpster. It was actually how he met one of them. Tyler his name was, and he was nice.

He was one of the few people who actually paid Danny any attention around town. Always saying hi, bringing him some of the extra food that was just going to get waisted, he even backed him up when he got jumped by a group of local teens. Who Tyler later admitted use to be friends of his before he decided he wanted to cleanup his act and get out of Jericho. Which he totally gets.

They became fast friends after that. The both of them hanging out whenever they could and talking about whatever they felt like talking about. It was during one of their hangout sessions that Tyler opened up about a regular customer that came into the Weathermain, a woman named Thornhill who worked at the private school outside of town. To tell you that what Tyler said about that woman set off blaring alarm bells in Danny’s head, would be an understatement.

So Danny warned him to stay away. Opening up to him about some of his own experiences with Vlad. Minus the kidnapping and attempted murder of his Dad. It sounded alot like she was luring him in and grooming him. Tyler was a bit freaked out but the next day told Danny that he did a bit more research and admitted that he was right. So with Danny there for support Tyler told his boss and manager what was happening and had her band from the store.

They had tried to convince him to tell his Dad, who was coincidentally the sheriff; what he experienced but ultimately told them he didn't want to. Stating that she would back off and that he didn't want to ruin her life, and essentially her career over this. Danny himself disagreed with this completely. She was a teacher for crying out loud! She taught students around Tyler's age, and needed to be reported!!!

Tyler however, just wanted to wash his hands of this. Leave it in the rear view so to speak. But Danny just couldn't let it go. Something about this just didn't sit right with him and it wasn't just his protection obsession. It was his vigilante instincts that she set off(yes he does have those Sam, shut up!). Something just wasn't right. So he did a little stalking and when that proved nothing other than Thornhill angrily talked to herself. He broke into her house.

It was their that he learned who Thornhill really was and why she was so interested in Tyler. Finding not only the school records of Tyler's Mom but also Tyler's as well. As well as his birth certificate, medical records, and all the research this woman has done on a creature called a Hyde. A creature that Tyler's Mom just so happened to be, and if Thornhill's notes were right; so was Tyler himself.

Danny grabbed what he could and flew out of there as fast as he could. Going straight to his friends house and laying it all out for him. Believing that he had the right to know what was really going on. That if her notes were correct than Tyler was in serious danger.

The teen in question was stunned. He hadn’t known that his own Mother was an Outcast. That he, technically; was an Outcast himself. He was shocked. He was angry, but most of all he was frightened. For himself, his Dad, his only friend who had risked his own safety just because he cared and genuinely thought he deserved to know.

Looking up at Danny from where he held his Mother’s files with eyes too full of emotions. The two boys locked eyes and with a flash of yellow in Tyler's eyes both boys felt something. Almost as if it were something clicking into place and Tyler watched amazed as his friends eyes quickly flashed toxic green before being blinked away in shock.

"Was that?" Tyler asked nearly breathless in the shocked silence that fallowed...that. Danny just nodded his head and tried to focus on calming his racing heart (racing for him, anyway). Guess Hydes can bond with ghosts, then." We need to tell your Dad." Tyler swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he quickly nodded his head in agreement. This was hell.

Danny flees Amity Park to Jericho, befriends Tyler and in true Danny fashion; accidentally becomes Tyler's master.

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Wednesday x Danny Phantom crossover prompt

Desperate times, Desperate measures.

Tyler was getting desperate. At the beginning he was fine with what Thornhill was doing. Heck, he even grown to like all the killing and maiming. Now however, things were different. Now Wednesday was involved and he didn't want her getting hurt. Especially now that his master has gotten more confident and revealed more of her plan to him.

About how they'll need a sacrifice for the blood moon. About how only an Addamses blood can free her ancestor from his prison, Wednesday's blood. Not wanting that to happen Tyler did what he felt was the only thing he could do. What most of his generation does when they face a problem they feel they can't fix on their own. He turned to the internet.

He spent the better part of his Friday night and most of Saturday searching the web for anything he could use to help protect Wednesday from Thornhill's plan. Researching the town, it's history, even combining through what information was avaliable online about his own nature. He kept hitting dead ends.

In a last ditch effort to find something, anything! Tyler turned to online magic forums and blogs about rituals and the supernatural, paying close attention to anything about ghosts and malevolent spirits. That's when he found The Fenton Works website. At first he just dismissed it as some kind of troll site ment to lure in people and scam them with fake ghost hunting gear that looked more like something out of a 1950's syfy movie then anything that could hurt a spirit.

Then he read the blog posts. As well as the comments left behind by citizens of a haunted town located states away. From there he fell down a rabbit hole so deep he felt like he fell past Wonderland and kept going. Blogs, forums and posts all about the town of Amity Park filled his computer screen. Apparently, the town was not only legitimately the most haunted place to ever exist but also conspiracy theory central.

Everything you could imagine has happened there, and at the center of it all was one person. That was how he found Phantom. Most of the things he found were just angrily written rants about how the Ghost himself was a menace to their society. Others however went deeper. One page he found detailed how he found evidence that Phantom was an ancient spirit who showed up during times of great strife. Showing examples of proof in old texts dating back all the way to ancient Rome.

So with nothing left to lose Tyler pulled together a makeshift alter and preformed a simple ritual to ask Phantom for help before presenting his offerings of a Snickers bar, a Zebra Cake and a cup of freshly brewed coffee( he was working with what he had, and didn't think his dad would appreciate him using the good venison from the freezer for this.)

In all honesty he didn't really think it would work. Didn't think he would get a response. He could never of been more wrong in his life.

There he was. In his bedroom on a Saturday night. Nelt down on the hardwood floor before a poor excuse for a alter. Praying, preforming a ritual and offering gifts to a millenia old protection deity who he discovered on the internet. What had his life become? Oh yeah, crap!

That was when a white gloved hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the cup of coffee by the handle. Lifting his head from where it was bowed Tyler watched as the admittedly young looking black and white figure in front of him took a sip of the steamy hot bean juice and sighed in content." That's some good Joe. Did you make this?" Phantom asked with a smile.

Tyler, stunned into silence slightly shook his head yes and stared at the slightly glowing figure he just summoned. Realizing that he was openly gawking at Phantom and that it could be considered as rude, Tyler quickly closed his open mouth with a click and sat up straight." Yeah I made it fresh for uh, this." He said as he awkwardly gestures towards his half assed summoning.

"Well I appreciate the effort. I don't exactly get a whole lot of offerings these days but that's not why I answered your call. You said you were in 'the worst situation imaginable' and that 'the girl you like is in life ending danger'. Do you mind elaborating on that?" Phantom asked politely and floated a bit higher over the alter before he criss cossed his legs. Getting comfortable as he prepared himself for what Tyler had to say.

Tyler smiled, genuinely smiled; taking a calming breath as he braced himself for this specters judgment. He told Phantom everything, and he was amazed that he even could. After all Thornhill had ordered him never to speak of her or her plans to another living soul. Maybe miner deities don't count? Or Phantom is more powerful than the orders he was given, he wasn't sure.

And as long as it saved Wednesday he didn't really care. Not even if that ment he was betraying his master or that she would more than likely kill him once she found out. Not if, when. Even if it ment traiding one master for another he would gladly do it. For Wednesday he would gladly do it.

"So let me get this straight. You're a monster called a Hyde, your Mom was also a Hyde but you didn't know until this Thornhill lady told you. And the only reason that she did tell you was so she could make you her slave. Luring you a way, kidnapped you, held you prisoner in a cave. While she beat and tortured you, brainwashed you, and experimented on you with plant toxins till you basically developed sadistic tendencies that make you question if you were in control or if your Hyde self was. Is that about right."

Tyler sighed and nodded,"Pretty much." He confirmed making Phantom growl. Tyler jumped but more or less stayed in the same place." Now this woman is making you kill people all the while she's plotting to kill your girlfriend and use her blood to bring back her phyco of an ancestor so that they can basically commit mass genocide." Phantoms eyes were glowing brightly in his anger and despite his instincts telling him to stay quiet Tyler answered him anyway.

"I mean Wednesday isn't my girlfriend per say, but yes, yes to everything else." He practically stuttered out. Setting down the now empty coffee mug Phantom then stood and offered a gloved hand to Tyler and helped him stand.

" You asked for help and you got it. First things first, you need to tell me every order that Thornhill has given you as well as everything you know about your own kind. I don't know if I can free you from her control but I'll try my best. Also, you need to tell me where this Crackstone guy is buried." He said, growling the mans name as he gave Tyler his best serious face.

In an attempt to save Wednesday from Thornhills plot, Tyler summons Phantom to help protect her.

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DCXDP prompt

The Forgotten Al-Ghul (Part 2)

Link to part 1 if you're interested

Post by @ladyredmoon13

💬 0  🔁 35  ❤️ 125 · DCXDP prompt · The Forgotten Al-Ghul Kwan Long was an average teen, or at least he thought so. Sure, he lived in the mo

Dash wasn't sure what else to do. His best friend, his bro since second grade, had been acting weird for months now, and while he was willing to let it go at first. Silently giving Kwan his support after his grandmother's death. He could tell that something had changed. That something was wrong.

He was pulling away. Spending more and more time at home and talking less and less to his own friends. Sure, they would talk in school and at football practice, but as soon as they were over he would be gone. What's worse is that he was canceling hang-out sessions or plans that they had made months in advance.

Poor Star was beside herself when she broke up with him for standing her up on their one year anniversary. Kwan himself looked sad about it, but that was about it. It was like the guy was cutting them off. Slowly and gradually isolating himself from the people who loved him the most.

The worst part was that they didn't even know why. Sure his grandmother, the family member closest to him; died and we all grieve in our own way. However, pulling away the way that he was spoke of a deeper issue and Dash was determined to get to the bottom of this and help his best friend in any way he could.

So he cornered him on the front steps of his house and demanded an explanation and he got one. Just not one he was expecting. He came clean about all of it. That his grandmother's ghost was haunting them and that they had built up a bit of a routine. About the books, the tea time chats and the home cooked meals.

Kwan even came clean about the notes that she had been leaving him. Even showing him some of the notes of some of the things that she wanted him to do. Mainly workout routines and short instructions but also odd things like meditation in a dark room or practicing walking with lighter footfalls.

What really got him was the note that told him to use her sword to practice his katas. The same sword that she chastised them for even looking at when they were kids. That's when he noticed the handwriting. It was too generic, not looping where it should. Too blocky and lacking any personality. Almost like it was printed, or the person who left them didn't want to be identified. In other words, Grandma Long didn't write these notes.

He told Kwan as much. Even going as far as to run up into Kwan's bedroom to grab an old birthday card as reference to show him. He didn't believe him. Worse, he yelled at him and kicked him out of his house. Telling him to but out and slamming his front door in his best friends face.

So he set out to help Kwan and had only successfully isolated him even more. Now he was here, at the one place he most certainly didn't want to be. With people he most certainly didn't want to be seen with. About to eat a huge slice of humble pie all in the name of helping his best friend and brother.

"Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise of a visit," Fenton stated as he closed his bedroom door. His statement making both of his friends roll their eyes." But what are you doing here?" "Yeah Dash, what are you doing here? Not getting enough dopamine bullying Danny at school, so you decided to make a house call." Manson practically snarled.

But Dash didn't pay her comment any mind. He actually expected it. Would have been surprised if he hadn’t gotten at least a hand full after walking into Fenton Works. This wasn't about him, though. This was about Kwan and helping him in the best way he could think of at the moment. So he sucked it up, took a deep breath, and said what he needed to say. As painful as it was to say them.

"I need your help."

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Hey guys. DCxDP where Danny is tormenting Damian on social media for literally no reason because it’s funny

Danny, Sam and Tucker are scrolling through Bruce Wayne’s Twitter account for whatever reason (trying to find an announcement from the company, trying to find a stupid tweet, etc) and accidentally find a picture of Damian.

Cue everyone freaking out, because they look almost (aside from Damian being a bit darker than Danny) identical.

Even better, Danny is wearing a (much cheaper) near identical version of the outfit that Damian is wearing in the picture.

The group stages a quick picture in the same poses as Damian’s (Tucker, playing Bruce, is on a step stool) and post it in a reply.

They think nothing of it, find whatever they were looking for, and move on.

Except… Danny continues doing it. For months. People start following him on Twitter. The GiW have visited his house twice now because he keeps breaking through the media blackout to post (before being turned away due to lack of warrant).

Damian is not amused (Jon absolutely is, but this isn’t about him). He’s in deep Twitter beef with this random scrawny white boy for responding to every single photo of him with his own poorly done copy. He doesn’t even have an account, but he’s still finding ways to argue with Danny. He’s gone viral for blinking threats to Danny in Morse code during an interview.

The worst part is, this can’t possibly be a clone, so Damian isn’t allowed to attack him physically. Danny is fifteen, three years older than Damian. He’s not related in any way to Ra’s Al Ghul, or anyone who might have cloned Damian before. They just look remarkably alike.

Danny goes viral when, after a clip of Damian fleeing a rogue is posted to twitter, he responds with his own clip of him fleeing a ghost (probably Vlad). It’s clearly a genuine emergency, but Danny still put in the effort to move in the exact same pattern that Damian did (aside from a few quick dodges to avoid ecto blasts).

Damian is enraged.

He’s got to put an end to this somehow.

And so, he steals one of B’s private jets, and takes a quick flight to bumfuck nowhere, Illinois.

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP PROMPT

GPS Shenanigans

So it's a regular Tuesday for Danny. He woke up late, got to first period by the skin of his teeth, got his lunch knocked out of his hands by Dash. You get the picture. Even after all that, the universe decides to throw in a ghost attack standard with this glorious day that he was having.( Sence his sarcasm? Good!)

Anyways, it was all very normal for him by now. Very predictable. What wasn't predictable was the natural portal opening up and the Ghost he was fighting to see it as an opportunity and blast him through it. He was annoyed, even more so when the portal shot him out in the Bremuda Triangle.

Not really knowing which way to go to get home, he takes out his phone and puts in his home address, hoping to get back before the Ghost he was fighting could reek more havoc. And maybe soup them up before his test sixth period.

All was going great. He was making great time flying back. He might even wrap things up to make it to fifth period and tell Tucker and Sam about the weird event of the day. Only his phones GPS takes him to Paris, Texas. Okay, not where he ment to go, but it was alright. He can just put his address back into his GPS and be on his way home again.

Only this time, he ends up in Seattle, Washington. What? Alright, the third time is the charm. Then he ended up in Star City. What?! He tried again and ended up in some small town in Kansas. So he tried again and nearly crossed the border to Mexico.

Completely fed up at this point, Danny then restarted his phone, did two virus sweeps, and changed the settings a bit before bringing his GPS up again. Putting his address into it, again! And was on his way home, AGAIN! Only for the stupid app to take him to another random location that he most definitely did not want to be. AGAIN!!!

Grounding himself on the roof of another apartment building, Danny cursed his luck and his phone and decided to play around with the GPS settings to see if that would do anything. Because now it was nighttime, and all he wanted to do was go home, collapse in his bed, and think of a way to convince his parents not to ground him for skipping school.

As he angrily grumbles to himself, he notices a dark figure land on the roof not too far from him. Looking up from his phone screen, Danny is shocked to see the one and only Batman staring him down not even fifteen feet away. Huh, guess he was in Gotham then.

"Uh, hi-hello, Mr. Batman, sir." Danny stuttered anxiously. 'Smooth Danny, smooth.' He thought to himself as he cleared his throat before continuing." Don't mind me. Im just trying to get my stupid GPS working-" he said with more calm than he felt." At Melbourne and 6th, make a u-turn." A macanical female voice said from Danny’s phone. Oh, he must of accidentally turned on the audio voice assistance function while messing with the settings.

"At Melbourne and 6th, make a u-turn. Then go straight till Wellmore Avenue." The GPS voice said making Batman hum curiously." Those street names don't exist in Gotham." He said making Danny double check what city the GPS said his location was." It's saying I'm in Gotham." He tells the older hero." Turn left on Wellmore Avenue. Keep left and go straight for twenty six miles."

"I literally haven't moved." Danny complained to the device in his hands. Not expecting an answer from the phone but getting one from the black clad vigilante just feet away now." I take it this is not the first time this has happened bassed on your reaction." It wasn't a question but Danny still answered it like one. Shoulders sagging with a sigh Danny nods and turned to the Dark Knight

"It's been acting like this all day. No matter what I do, every time I put in my address into the GPS app on my phone it'll take me to the most random places. I've been coast to coast already and almost flew to Mexico. I've tried restarting it, I played around with the settings and locations. Nothing helps." He complains frustratedly.

"Make a u-turn at-"

"Shut up you!"

Danny gets thrown through a natural portal during a fight and ends up getting spit out in the bramuda triangle. He trys to get home be using his phones GPS but unbeknownst to him the phone was damaged, either during the fight or because of the triangle; and it keeps giving him random directions to literally anywhere but Amity Park. He finally gets so frustrated that he lands just to see what the heck is going on with his phone when Batman shows up. Having seen a very agitated meta fly over and stop in his city.

Here's a question for you. Why, in comics do they never have GPS for people who can fly, and im not talking about like in helicopters. Im talking about people with the ability to fly. Sure they can see everything while they're up there but that doesn’t mean they know where they're going, where they are, or how to get there from so high up. I myself have lived in my hometown for most of my life and I still need a GPS to tell me where some things are. Your thoughts?

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[sirflodgypodgy]

reblogging for whomever needs it

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP PROMPT

Your Father's Son

Isn't it unfortunate how no matter how hard you try to stop something, all you really do is prolong the enviable?

Danny stopped Dan from killing all his friends and family. He took the lesson Clockwork was trying to teach him to heart and believed that the worst had passed. True there were other problems. Other crises that he gave his attention to.

But even still the event at the Nasty Burger would always linger as a reminder of how truly grateful he was to have each and every one of them in his life.

So it came as a shock to him when the Nasty Burger blew up into smithereens right in front of him for the second time in his life. This time however was different.

He stood less than a block away from the blast. Nocked back, his head hit something hard and then everything was nothing but white noise as everything went black for him.

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This event could officially go down as the worst way Bruce found out he had a child.

He was enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon with his family when he got a call. It was social services and what they had to say both shocked and saddened him to his very soul.

After the call ended he felt numb. He wasn’t sure how to feel at that time. So many emotions wreaked havoc in his mind that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

That was till Dick knocked on his door asking about the call. He knew then that he had to tell his kids. No matter what he did next he had to inform them of the situation.

So he sat them down, all of them listening with various degrees of surprise as he told them he had another son. They don't get a chance to comment though as Bruce continued speaking. The explanation getting worse and worse with each word spoken.

His son, Danny; he told them. Had been the only survivor of a horrific accident where he had witnessed all his family die. As if witnessing the event wasn't bad enough. He was now in a comma.

A comma he had been in for over a month! A MONTH! They had the information needed to contact him and they chose over a MONTH AFTER the event to notify him.

That wasn’t even the end of it. The only reason they called him at all was to get his consent to pull the plug on Danny. They wanted Bruce to pull a child he didn't even know he had off of life support.

The Bat Family were shocked. They were pissed. Most importantly, they wanted to see him. To save him if they could. Help wherever they can for him. Even if it ment giving him an organ.

(Tim- I might not have a pancreas anymore but I'll gladly give him a kidney if I can.)

Bruce just smiled at them. Telling them through unshed tears to pack a bag. They were going to see him. And they were going to help him. They'll be damned if they let another brother/son die that’s a promise!

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So here is what I can see happening. They get to Amity Park and see Danny hooked up to all those monitors and immediately wondered in their sadness, just how could this happen?

They all go into detective mode and begin investigating. With the exception of one of them that decided to start a watch. That way if Danny woke up then he'll have someone there for him.

So the Bats begin investigating but hit walls at almost every turn. It was as if someone powerful and high up was trying to bury the incident. Make it as if it never happened in the first place.

During all this Danny finally wakes up. He remembers what happened instantly and as doctors try to calm him down the person left behind to stay with him calls everyone. They're relieved and make it back to the hospital.

Only Danny has disappeared. They don't know where he went or how. The doctors are confused and the Bat they left with him was only gone long enough to make the call and grab a coffee/snack.

The entire hospital is looking for Danny but Bruce has a feeling that they won't find him.

Meanwhile, Danny was staggering his way through alleyways trying to get back to Fenton Works. He knows his family and friends are dead. There was no denying what he saw.

But that wasn't the only thing he saw. There was no way he could of mistaken the stark white vans that had been parked just outside the NB just moments before the blast.

Somehow, in some way, the GIW was responsible for their deaths. And he was going to provide it. Mom and Dad, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker will have justice. He just needs to get back home a grab a few things first.

[ladyredmoon13]

Danny pressed his thumb to the print scanner and sighed in relief when the metal doors separating the living world from the Ghost Zone slid open with a metallic click. The sudden flud of excess ectoplasm washing over him and feeling like a much needed sip of water on a hot day. Already, Danny could feel his body mending itself much quicker than it was on the way back. On his way back home.

But was it really? Was a house still a home if the people you love, the people you care for the most for in your life; were no longer there to make it feel like it was anything more than just brick and concrete. Sitting down, Danny watched the swirling green of the portal before his eyes slowly shifted and swept across his parents' lab. Everything was still as they had left it. From the scattered blueprints to the weapon parts and even the not so mysterious stains on the work benches.

A solitary tear fell down Danny’s cheek, and he let it fall as he turned his head away. One tear, one tear was all that he could allow for right now. Once everything was taken care of he will let himself shed more. Let himself properly morn them so as not to let him have the satisfaction of ever happening.

Shakingly standing up on his feet, Danny made his way over to his parents computer and got to work. His family and friends would have justice and the evidence to make sure of it was out there. He just had to find it. Most companies like the Nasty Burger employed security companies to hold back ups of all of their camera feeds. With the buger joint now gone it was Danny’s best bet at figuring out what happened before the explosion.

He saw the white GIW vans out front when the fast food restaurant blew to smithereens, but why were they their? Currently not to pick up an order. Typing on the keyboard Danny tried his best to gain access to the security companies systems. Tuckers hacking lessons being put to good use as he tried to recall all his best friend tought him about getting past firewalls.

Soon enough he was in and it took him little time after to locate the footage he was looking for. The video was better quality than he expected it to be, and the audio was clear as day as he watched the Nasty Burgers last day of business. He watched as his parents and Jazz walked in and sat at the large back table. Some of Jazz’s friends walked in and his sister waved them over, Tucker and Sam joining them soon after.

It all seemed so normal, so mundane that it made his heart ache. That was, until both sets of doors on either side of the restaurant bursted open and a flood of GIW agents stormed in and surrounded the table. A skinny Hispanic man who Danny recognized as agent Alphas second in command started talking and what he said filled Danny with rage.

The man, Agent Beta; accused his of withholding government funded research and property that rightfully belonged to the GIW. His parents were outraged and when they demanded to know what research and property they were talking about they became justifiably angry when Beta listed off projects that they had owned and funded themselves. Before they ever even began working with the government agency, and after they cut ties with them by proving that their contract was null.

Projects like the Fenton Portal.

His parents were positively seathing. Who could blame them? A bunch of government hacks come to arrest you and steal your life's work, who wouldn't be furious? But why now? They had months even before the Nasty Burger explosion to arrest his parents and take what they wanted. Even with them gone they still had the chance and yet everything was as it was the day it all went to hell. So, why?

Agent Beta made a motion with his hand and a couple other guys in white walked forward and grabbed his parents. Big mistake. If their was one thing you did not do when Maddie Fenton was angry, it was touch her. She lashed out and in the next moment both agents were on the floor. Danny’s Dad falling his mother's lead and taking down his two. More agents jumped in to try and contain them and soon enough an all out brawl was underway.

Jazz and Sam soon jumped in as Tucker flipped the tables to provide cover for Jazz’s friends. The other patrons and the employees of the fast food restaurant fallowing his lead and taking cover. All of a sudden a green blast shot out of the cameras frame and their was nothing but static. Sitting up, Danny rewound the footage and zoomed into where the shot came from and felt his stomach drop.

Agent Beta in an attempt to gain control over the situation once more. Aimed an actual gun at Danny’s Dad. When his Mom saw she attempted to knock it out of his hand with a quick and precise attack to Beta's wrist. Only to his standard issue GIW watch, causing it to fire off a laser discharge which hit the Nasty sauce off camera. Danny felt like screaming.

They all died as a result of his own Mother trying to save his Father's life. No, Danny shook his head. Blinking back tears and the dizziness as he mentally corrected himself. His parents were just as much victims in this as the other innocent bystanders that lost their lives in the explosion. It was all the GIW's fault. If they hadn't been greedy and tried to take what didn't belong to them than none of this would have happened.

Taking a deep breath Danny formulated a plan in his head and got to work. First he downloaded the security feed. It was laughably easy. Next he set up an email with a message set to go out at a precise time. To whom, you might ask? Why, to every newspaper, news station and police station in the state. He even set it to send the video to every phone in town. Then he uploaded it onto YouTube, leaving an explanation in the description for anyone who cared to read it.

Looking at the time Danny noticed that he had just enough time to run by Vlads place and barrow his portable projector before he put his plan into action. Standing up Danny grabbed some ecto dejecto as he left as well as a few other items before he left Fenton Works in a new set of clothes. His family will have justice. They will all have justice. And every GIW agent will know how he feels, how they all feel. And they will know fear.

Nobody messes with the Fenton’s.

Wrote this a while ago and thought I'd add a bit to it. Hope nobody minds.

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP prompt

Summer of change.

Maddie Fenton was many things, and a patient mother of two was only one of them. Here lately, however, Maddie found her patience wearing thin with their youngest child. Now she loved Danny. He was her son, after all, but here lately, his actions and overall dismissive attitude towards everything from his grades to his responsibilities was starting to get to her.

She and Jack had tried everything they could think of to try and get Danny to behave and reconsiderhis actions. From taking away his phone, restricting time with his friends, to full-on grounding him. Nothing seemed to work. They were running out of options, but there was one last thing she wanted to try before, even considering bringing up the suggestion of military school to her husband.

"Hey Jack?" She called to her husband from the living room." Yeah, Madds?" He called back from his position over the kitchen table as he tried to fix the trigger on their latest invention. Hoping that this will be what they'll need to finally catch that ectoplasmic nuisance of a ghost boy.

"Your cousin, the one from Gotham; the one you introduced me to at our wedding. He's a cop, right?"

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Detective Harvey Bullock was a man of little patience and even less tolerance to the kind of nonsense that the usual scum of Gotham City drummed up.

The only times he could ever really recall ever having more patience and tolerance than a saint was when he was growing up with his favorite cousin. So when said favorite cousin called him up out of the blue, asking for a favor, Bullock did little else, then say, "Sure thing," and " anything for you, little Jacky.'

That was how he got roped into looking after his cousins son for the summer. At first, he was hesitant. Asking Jack if he was sure he wanted to do that. After all, he didn't really have much experience with kids( and no, the Bats kids don't count).

But when Jack started telling him about all the trouble his kid was getting into. The arguments, the mysterious bruises, the skipping school, etc. The boy was on the start of a one-way street down to a bad place, and Bullock didn't like it. So he sucked it up and asked his cousin when he could send him.

Now Harvey knew he wasn't a good role model, that Gotham wasn't the safest place for any saine parent to raise a child, let alone send one here; but now that he was told what was going on with Danny. Bullock found himself determined to get the teen to turn over a new leaf. "Who knows," he thought to himself hopefully, "maybe Gotham was the perfect place for him to do it?"

For those of you who would like to read more, here is a link to the fic writen bu siri-ike. It's really good! I recommend it.

Post by @siri-ike

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[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP Mini Prompt

Freakshow is chosen to be a wielder of a red lantern ring.

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP prompt

The Forgotten Al-Ghul

Kwan Long was an average teen, or at least he thought so. Sure, he lived in the most haunted place on earth, and he's constantly dodging war zones on a daily basis; but other than that, he was pretty normal. That all changed shortly after his grandmother died.

A stern yet lovely woman whose early life was much of a mystery to even her own children. It was her who taught him how to cook their families native cuisines. Who told him the importance of always having a knife on you and how to hide it. It was her who taught him from an early age the value of patience.

He remembered coming home and having long, meaningful conversations with her for hours. Sometimes, they would even talk about random things without ever running out of topics to discuss. Geography, literature, art; they talked about it all.

He missed her so much.

So when weird things started happening around him after her funeral Kwan’s first thought was that she was haunting them. Things like a book being left on his bed when he didn't even remember leaving it there or owning it for that matter. Seriously, who still reads 'War and Peace '?!

Then came the food. He would come home after football practice with the knowledge that both of his parents would be working late and that he would have to cook. Only to find a hot and ready to eat meal waiting for him right when he walked through the front door.

It scared him at first. He won't lie. It did. But then, one day, he came home to the door leading to his grandmother's bedroom open, and her scimitar, her most prized possession, and one she kept mounted; propped up leaning against her bed in plain vew of the doorway.

He was convinced it was her after that. Because who else could it be? The sword was clearly a sign. So he accepted his grandmother's spirit with open arms, so to speak. He began eating her meals without hesitation. He read the books she left for him, though where she was getting them from was a mystery to him.

He even began sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of her favorite tea every other day just to tell her how things were going. She never answered. Never said anything back, but that was ok. Her presence was enough. As time went on, he could even swear that he would catch a glimpse of her peeking out at him from around corners and doorways to different rooms.

He would smile whenever he did. Sure, she would disappear as quickly as he could spy her dark silhouette, but still. She was their, and he was happy to have her back. Even if it technically wasn't the same way as before. He'll take what he can get, really.

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Ra's al Ghul has lived for centuries and, as a result, has fathered many children. When word reached him that his daughter had died, he mourned her. She was a bright woman with a love of travel and an appreciation for culture. Headstrong, a spitfire, and a force to be reckoned with in her own right. He will miss her.

But life goes on, whether we're here or not to see it; and with life comes change. He was aware of his daughters family. Of her disappointment of a child who took too much after that dreamer of a husband of hers. A pity, really. Especially with how intelligent she was.

Her son, however; Ra's very own great grandson, had more potential than his mother ever had. He was strong and agile. Mindful, patient, with eyes like a hawk. Yes, Kwan was every bit an al Ghul that he should be. He only needed the proper guidance, and who better to guide him than the Demons Head himself.

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP Idea

So I've seen quite a few fanfics where Jack and Maddie Fenton basically qualified as mad scientists and a thought came to me. If they count as mad scientists, and they basically have Jazz and Danny doing/working for them. Does that mean that Jazz and Danny can apply for benefits from the Goonion union?

Just a thought, correct me if I'm wrong.