Ruse's Desk

Various drabbles of various ideas

[rusedrabbles]

i feel someone on here will appreciate my neighbor's cat (sitting) stealing my mtn dew

[the-punforgiven]

You've become an evil overlord, what do you choose for your army of minions?

Undead (decaying flesh variety)

Undead (bones-only variety)

Frankenstein-esque stitched together monsters

Animated suits of armor

Demons (hellfire and brimstone variety)

Demons (visceral flesh creature variety)

Haunted walking trees

Beast-men

Beasts

Constructs

Lovecraftian fish people

Vampires

Voting ended onJul 10, 2025

[the-shade-system]

Constructs.

Specifically, constructs built to mimic angels.

I do not wish my army to be corruptible. There will be no betrayal among my ranks, because my ranks will not have minds of their own. They will appear as a cleansing light burning the land, led by the hand of a mad mage.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I went with beast-men because beast men are cool and being surrounded with the "uncorruptible" mindless options would make me lonely. :( Beast-men minions mean celebratory feasts with a big spit-roast and ritual training fights where young warriors can show off their skills and get the praise and support of their tribes. I can have sassy chiefs who back-talk me and instigate fights in that way that they do to show respect for my strength and leadership :) Also hugging.

[the-shade-system]

You are a far different kind of evil than we are, but I respect it.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

The world is large, and there is room for many kinds of evil empire.

Until our borders touch and one of us gets greedy. But that's a future problem.

[rusedrabbles]

got me some needle and thread, let stitch up some monsters, because plot bunnies are obstinate

They call you evil, though that is not what you consider yourself. Against those who run the show, sure, but not evil. Evil is culling populations for being in the path of growth, for deciding one group alone has a right to exist. You are a champion of the lost, death-touched, and a deft hand with needle and thread, even if the tools you use are different.

The bone needle drives through, pulling pulling sinew and necromatic magic alike in place of thread. Bit by bit, you stitch together the lost, replacing parts too damaged with ones from those too gone to be restored. You are a necromancer, one many would consider evil, but to those outsiders might call minions, you are a savior.

You step back, last stitch tied off, and wake your newest denizen, a green dragon whose forest had been razed for humans to build a new city. You will build your empire, your haven of the lost, one stitch at a time. And you will reclaim the lands lost to human greed.

[stealingyourbones]

HEAVILY debating writing a fic about smaller Gotham banks and their nonexistent security features because, when the daily/weekly robbery is all said and done; it’s cheaper to just have skeleton keys and combination locks with the codes written on a sticky note right next to the safe rather than fancy digital keypads and thumbprint identification and replacing everything every other day.

[rusedrabbles]

Everyone knew, it was just a fact of living in Gotham. The small banks were largely decoys, a protection tax, so to speak. If you can’t afford the larger banks, you keep your money, stash it away behind the bathroom mirror, taped under the dresser top, hidden in the back corner of the topmost closet shelf. The money you put in the bank? Will almost certainly be stolen within two months, if even that. But it's a small price to pay, they'll target the banks, leave the homes alone as long as there's a reasonable amount in the vault. Even the goons know to contribute, that they can steal it back later. The banks still function as banks, of course, and you can take out a loan. Just, be careful, pay it back, or they may redirect the goons to your home to reclaim it.

[rusedrabbles]

It has been a while since I've done one, and I want to.

As you sit, bundled and warm from the dying fire, you listen to the rain, the steady patter of drops playing a subtle song on leaf and stone and earth.

Each shift in the wind changing to tempo, each cloud adding it's accompaniment to the growing melody.

As you focus you gaze past the lingering swirls of smoke, pale moonlight reaches through the haze, silver light dancing in the drops, a night sky of falling stars, all for your eyes alone.

Under the bite of the smoke, the taste of wet stone lingers, the smell so familiar and strong, you can taste it, even without the rain.

As the storm continues its music, a chill sets in, no longer deterred by the faded embers of your fire. Gathering your bedding, you settle further in, eyes drifting closed to the storm's lullaby.

[canthaveshitingotham-crucified]

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

[canthaveshitingotham-crucified]

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

[brenna]

[teaboot]

[wheresmyphonemp3]

[fadingponycookiedream]

[andsorrowsend]

[werefeathers]

[rusedrabbles]

when something's obvious

like in a kid's room

the imprint of one little star

missed

painted in landlord white.

like that's the point

themes don't do it justice

just look

and yes, i did the blackout in glow star green, you can’t blame me

[stealingyourbones]

Within seconds my notification feed started lagging from the amount of boops. I’m proud of y’all

[rusedrabbles]

To be quite fair, i feel like every time i press the boop button, the boops sounds like squeaky hammers, despite being silent, and i must press more to create a symphony of squeaks.

[archivegeo-deactivated20260222]

got a major pest problem this year actually

[scienceshenanigans]

[rusedrabbles]

Pssst! For anyone wanting to get rid of the google ai overview, just type -"ai overview" at the end of your search. -ai works to filter out generative ai images when searching in images as well. The - is an exclusion filter, don't be afraid to use it!

[otiksimr]

what is ur Least favorite pokemon.... Curious

I dislike Dustox very, very much.

[otiksimr]

Moths already have a bad rep in media. So having Dustox, a moth pokemon look THAT unpleasant doesn't help them in the slightest. Also literally all the other moth based pokemon (E.X Volcarona and Frosmoth) look way better than Dustox, so it feels like Gamefreak wasn't trying when making them.

Also, how do you get this hideous of a design when it's based on such a lovely little guy?

Who at Gamefreak had a vendetta against moths?

[goldwingthescholar]

I think it’s doofy on purpose? Because it’s the other end of a divergent evolution fork with Beautifly.

[otiksimr]

Then they succeeded in making a shitty design for an animal who gets such a bad rep in media that people actively hate it and are disgusted by it despite the fact that moths and butterflies are pretty much the same thing.

Good on you Gamefreak for reinstating that.

[imsopopfly]

Wait Dustox is supposed to be a luna moth? But it looks nothing like one!

[otiksimr]

Yes. Do you understand my distaste for them.

[rusedrabbles]

A very quick sketch of a possible Dustox redesign. A fair bit more luna moth, with a nod to their fuzziness along its top, and the tail with an eyespot to resemble a (shiny) wurmple. The antennae are flatter and fuzzy-ish, and I added the luna moth's dark stripe at the top of the wings, and another set of eyespots. And no more weird eyes! Give dustox proper compound eyes! it could have been so marketable, little bug catchers bragging how their dustox has the softer fuzz, while another argues that their scared off a poochyena with its eyespots. maybe it would have been called the powdery moth pokemon instead of poison or toxic.

[stealingyourbones]

Write below a Batfamily meets Danny Fenton story but choose the wildest relationship that you can think of that isn’t adoption or a romantic relationship

For instance:

- breaking into a building for a drug bust but they got the wrong building number and broke into Danny’s apartment.

- gets met over and over because Condiment King of all people continuously kidnaps him for plots

- was brought to the GCPD for wrestling Killer Croc at 3am high as a kite over a new fear gas drug that’s been making its rounds through Gotham.

- accidentally smacked the coffee out of Danny’s hands while catching a perp.

[rusedrabbles]

Jazz Fenton, and her guard Freidrich Knightson, who are handling Arkham. No one knows if Frighty is meant to keep her safe from Gotham and Arkham's residents, or them safe from her after she made Crane cry.

Meanwhile, Jason is dealing with a new child gang, led by a tiny menance named Eleanor Fenton and her older brother Dante. He'd say Ellie has Scary Dog privilege thanks to her brother, but he also saw her bite through a gun pointed at her gang, so he's not sure which is the scary dog of the two.

When it comes to light that there is, in fact, a fourth Fenton in Gotham, the Bats get suspicious, and in a typical disregard for things like privacy, break into his apartment to investigate. (They had tried a digital investigation, first. That computer is still smoking.)

They did not expect former teen vigilante who retired for college.

Or the protective partners. (Who knew the hero Hologlyph was dating the villain Foxglove? Or that they were so aggressive in defending Fenton?)

Or the older sister threatening a verbal evisceration of all their identities.

Or the younger sister, chewing through a batarang with a feral grin.

Or the older brother, who has no issue with being labelled a villain, again.

Batman agrees to back off and leave the Fentons in peace when Constantine gets on his case. Those are his adopted grandkids, and he will not help out if War, Time, and Sleep take this as a threat to their hauntlings.

[nerdpoe]

Danny's ghost side is bleeding over to his living side. With Danny becoming more and more ghostly, he's come across a problem he did not foresee being one.

Ghosts form based on how they feel, on what is Right for them.

Danny, a trans teenager who definitely hasn't gotten any surgeries or even started HRT (he's nervous, okay?! What if male pattern baldness runs in his dad or mom's family and he's the one who gets it, huh?!), wakes up to find that he no longer has tits.

Also, he's starting to grow scruff on his face.

But his fully supportive parents have no idea.

It is, Danny thinks, the strangest thing in the world to wear a binder with nothing for it to bind, or to hide shaving cream and razers in his backpack to shave his face in secret.

Which is why he has no idea how to explain himself when his mom walks in while he's shirtless and tossing the binder on the bed.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

She narrows her eyes.

He starts to sweat.

She crosses her arms.

"Ghosts did it," Danny blurts, unthinking.

[rusedrabbles]

There's a beat of silence as Maddie processes the difference in Danny's appearance. Said silence drags on as Jack comes up to see what was taking so long.

After explaining to Jack what Danny said, a silent conversation is carried out, a skill most parents seem to have before...

"Two months no video games, you are to come immediately after school for the next three, and you, Sam, and Tucker will all be training. With me. We will also be going over our original hypothesis on ghosts, and you will be sharing what you've learned so far so we fix what we got wrong. Honestly, Danny. Why didn't you just tell us you were Phantom? We're scientists, if you had told us, we could have fixed our hypothesis sooner."

[rusedrabbles]

Since I have acquired more followers, hello, I offer a sneak peek at the first chapter of my Danny Phantom fic, Duct Tape and Ecto-Paint, and yes, it will be in journal format, because i can't write action scenes. Also, since we have next to no canon dates, I'm making Danny a summer's end child. and maybe a bit of Phantom and Fenton being two separate entities at first.

August 18, 2004

They're working on the portal again. Supposedly, this time they'll get it to work, unlike the last three times. i don't why is Jazz said she'd make mac and cheese for dinner, since the hot dogs are waging war between the brands. Here's hoping being 14 will change things.

~-~-~-~-~-~

August 25 27, 2004

It's working now. why didn't they notice me?

Turns out, they put the on switch on the inside of the portal. i wish i hadn't let sam talk me into that picture

I missed a couple of days, got the date wrong. Side effect affect of the whole electrocuted thing. i can't be dead, right?

maybe now they'll focus on me and jazz?

~-~-~-~-~-~

September 3, 2004

why are my eyes green? what did that portal do to me? w̸h̴y̶ ̶a̵m̶ ̸i̷ ̴a̷l̷i̴v̷e̴.̶ ̴w̸h̵y̷ ̷a̷m̵ ̴i̸ ̸i̸n̵ ̸t̸h̷i̶s̶ ̴b̵o̷d̸y̴.̷ ̴w̵h̶a̴t̸ ̵h̴a̸p̵p̴e̷n̶e̴d̴

why don't i remember writing that

distorted text: why am i alive. why am i in this body. what happened

[tired-chaos]

Don’t imagine Danny who just realized why he feels unfulfilled by saving Amity.

Don’t imagine him trying to psych himself up into telling Jazz, Sam, and Tucker.

Don’t imagine him getting the news that he’s the ghost king

Don’t imagine him realizing that he can’t explore the stars because the weight of that crown falls heavily on his shoulders.

Don’t imagine how heartbroken he would be every night that he was too exhausted to watch the stars.

But imagine the usual circumstances of the Justice League summoning the Ghost King, something about Darkseid.

Imagine how they would’ve been prepared to give souls to Pariah Dark only to see a sickly child ghost, in both senses of the word, in the summoning circle.

(Obsession neglect is the same as starvation for a ghost, after all.)

Imagine him being terrified that the Justice League found out about Dan only to realize that he’s needed to save the day. Again.

Imagine him realizing he’s in space and demanding that he gets to spend time there in exchange.

(Jazz had to drill self advocacy into him at some point.)

Imagine this tiny child, one that Dark swears is the King and millennias old, easily defeating Darkseid on his own because Darkseid is alive, and could never compare to Pariah or Dan.

Imagine the Justice League occasionally seeing this dead child floating outside the watchtower, occasionally doing outside repairs without being asked to.

Imagine the Justice League watching this child slowly get healthier everytime that he shows up to exist in the stars.

Maybe one day, they’ll even get to give him flowers, since Zatanna said that it’s a Ghost Culture Thing, and they want to be hospitable to this world endingly powerful royal.

Imagine how surprised Danny would be. He might even let it slip that he was never mourned, that no one noticed he died except the ones there to see it.

Imagine how heartbroken the leaguers would be, especially Bruce because his own kids have died and he couldn’t imagine them being unmourned.

Maybe, just maybe, imagine Danny getting a grave right beside Jason’s, with stars engraved on the tombstone.

Imagine how relieved Danny would be.

[rusedrabbles]

The Wayne's property is large, and despite the intermittent attempts, only those invited by the family have seen just how large it actually is. It was decently well known among Gotham's elites that Bruce's second son had a grave on the property, for the family to mourn. (That said grave had a headstone with chalkboard paint and a current cause of death listed as 'Stole the Last Alfred Cookie' is unknown to said elites.)

What went unknown was the second grave. Hidden in a clearing of trees on a small hill, Gotham's haze gave way. Every couple of weeks, the dense smog would drift apart, and pale starlight would light up a small gazebo, turning the ceiling into a vibrant star map of the northern hemisphere.

Within the gazebo, a grave sat, simple in its design, adorned with the constellation of Orion. Above the stars of the Belt was a small message: May the stars guide you to rest, young King.

The Wayne's property is full of secrets untold, of Bats and Birds, and perhaps, a tired King Phantom in living guise.

[rusedrabbles]

I have been thinking a dangerous thing to do before morning coffee and the sarcophagus of forvever sleep sounds like it had to be a collaboration between Clockwork and Nocturne. So I thought Time/Sleep/War polycule with halfa son.

The grief of losing their ghostling had driven Pariah mad, and in his blinding rage, the halfa population was massacred. To stop the Observants from attempting regicide, Clockwork and Nocturne created a sacrophagus to keep their husband.

As it so often does, the passing time faded memories of why the Ghost King had gone mad, painting him a senseless tyrant instead of a despondent father.

A ripple across screens, a shift in time's progression, and a new halfa. Time carefully pulling strings, Sleep keeping watch to ensure a restful nap (for that's all they ever seemed to amount to, his poor son always rushing, always busy with something)

An arrogance unchecked rousing the slumbering king, a desperate child forcing him back into his prison, but the magic doesn't take hold. Now awake, having seen what his husbands saw, Pariah would not sleep through his lost son's new life.

Phantom was a new hero, one who seemed to wander a fair bit. Batman had already tried to find anything about Phantom, to very little success. Historical records of a teenager appearing to help before vanishing, allusions to a child of Kronos grumbling about timestreams, whispers of a young man whose rage was like a glacier, slow and unstoppable once it starts to move. The Lanterns had records of entire ships frozen solid, Phantom having been the last sighted individual before they became glacial space debris. Constantine and Raven both vouched for Phantom, which was why he was a part of the team, but there were still too many questions without answers...

The Justice League was heavily outnumbered, and while they could win, it would not be without heavy civilian cost. At least, that was their original thought, until Phantom Wailed for his father (?) and a massive Lazarus green rift ripped open above him, allowing a ghostly warlord with a Crown of Fire through, a skeletal army marching silently in the warlord's wake.

[rusedrabbles]

I have been thinking a dangerous thing to do before morning coffee and the sarcophagus of forvever sleep sounds like it had to be a collaboration between Clockwork and Nocturne. So I thought Time/Sleep/War polycule with halfa son. Enjoy the prompt, dp×dc version will follow.

The grief of losing their ghostling had driven Pariah mad, and in his blinding rage, the halfa population was massacred. To stop the Observants from attempting regicide, Clockwork and Nocturne created a sacrophagus to keep their husband.

As it so often does, the passing time faded memories of why the Ghost King had gone mad, painting him a senseless tyrant instead of a despondent father.

A ripple across screens, a shift in time's progression, and a new halfa. Time carefully pulling strings, Sleep keeping watch to ensure a restful nap (for that's all they ever seemed to amount to, his poor son always rushing, always busy with something)

An arrogance unchecked rousing the slumbering king, a desperate child forcing him back into his prison, but the magic doesn't take hold. Now awake, having seen what his husbands saw, Pariah would not sleep through his lost son's new life.

[stealingyourbones]

If anyone has gravity falls fic recs please respond to this post with them. I shall read then when I’m done with the series

[rusedrabbles]

More of a series AU rec, but the Transcendence AU is a lot of fun. Seiya and Phenyx are both large contributors to the AU, and Haberdasher's got a good series as well. I'll have to figure out which group of tabs is my GF fic cluster for non-TAU fic recs. curse my need to have 3k+ tabs of ao3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[stars-obsession-pit]

The Justice League was too late. The cult had successfully completed their summoning ritual, and a figure began to emerge from the crackling green rift in the air

A teenage boy in a black jumpsuit, holding a clipboard and a pen.

The figure barely seemed to pay attention and just launched into a rehearsed speech, tone bored. “Thank you for summoning the Ghost King. Due the influx of summonings, he is unavailable at the moment. I’m Phantom, and I’ll be serving as your intercessor for the time being. I am authorized to act on His Majesty’s behalf, but any larger scale actions may have a short wait time before they can go through—just a few decades at most.” His voice then picked up, tone casual. “So… whatcha looking for?”

Then he did a double take, the chaotic scene he’s appeared in finally seeming to register in his mind.

“…Err, which ones of y’all specifically performed the summoning? I need it for the file.”

[rusedrabbles]

Reformed Pariah Dark, with adopted Danny. Look, you try doing the paperwork to rule an infinite set of realms. Let's see how long before you go mad from having to mediate territory disputes and annexation paperwork. Phantom refused the crown that he earned, and instead fixated on a bit of star-dusted paperwork (look, it had an accurate diagram of the Cassiopia constellation and all the astral bodies within. What did you expect?)

In exchange for regulations on how many ghosts can come through the portal to cause problems, and a better system for keeping track of who just wants to visit the living rralm for non-problem-causing reasons, Danny is doing a decent chunk of paperwork, including aiding with sorting summons. Bonus, he gets all the space stationary his heart and core could ever desire!

[rusedrabbles]

There is a part of me, that i do not wish to acknowledge, that is demanding I rewatch all of Danny Phantom, and write a sort of fix-it adjacent story, or a cohesive underlying plotline, or Jack and Maddie having an ectobiologist apprentice that finds out about the accident (you can't tell me they don't have cameras down in the lab. the only difference between science and screwing around with forces that govern the world is documentation). This would of course, require ne loosening my grip on the ADHD hyperfixation I have maintained since second grade, a journal to plot in, at least three tabs of notes, pulling up the wiki, and remembering how to keep characters consistent.

The question is, do I want to listen to that part of me? Do I want my first actual fic on ao3 to be danny phantom?

also, i would be using a lot of fanon material as well, such as cores and death scars

DP Pseudo-Fix-It Fic?

Yes [Ecto-Apprentice]

Yes [Proper Underlying Plotline]

Yes [Fix-It (more plotholes than swiss cheese!)]

Yes [Fourth Thing (Reblogs/Tags?)]

No

Voting ended onAug 27, 2024

reblog for wider sample pool please?

[rusedrabbles]

Plothole Fix-it won! Gotta say, was not expecting that. I'll get started on the list of plotholes too address, both ones I see (hello powers popping up and never being used again) and any that other people notice. If anyone has a list already compiled or anything, feel free to let me know. I will probably also being doing the Ecto-Apprentice, because I do have a rough draft for a prologue and oc made for it.

I will likely be posting the chapters and extras to tumblr, as well as ao3, so keep an eye out. The plothole fix-it will likely be called Duct Tape and Ecto-Paint while the ecto-apprentice will most likely be Spooks, Spectres, and Other Ecto-Sciences.

Finally, I will be messing around with the GIW, especially for DTaEP, mostly because I imagine the GIW being an investigative group led a fair bit astray by confirmation bias-laden "research" by the Fenton parents pointing to ghost being malicious.

yes, i will be using the non-american spelling of spectre, i like it better

seriously, any spare eyes informing me of plotholes I may miss would be greatly appreciated.