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My Ao3
Ko-fi
Álaug and Nadia
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DPXDC
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The rest is not connected to the previous stories.
All Seeing
Pt1
Gut feeling
Begining
Middle
"Good" end
Bad end
Worst end
A quiet night in Gotham
Long post (not long yet)
These ones are also connected
The Baby blues greens
Villain for hire
Misc DPXDC writing prompts
Tucker: Tech Wizard (dpxhp)
Misc DC writing prompts
Batman danger scale
RRs YouTube Chanel
Teenage hero burnout
Danny Phantom (not mine)
Ninja of Norrisville Follow up (ao3)
The Flex Fighters (ao3)
Max Steel (ao3)
Ben 10
(Let me know if you have requests)
Rotmnt X DC
Green with envy
A mysterious orange glowing portal appears in front of Garfield Logan (beastboy), and he'd honestly rather get kidnapped than have to attend another titans debriefing. (It takes a dumbass amount of time to realize he's in another dimention.
Pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6
Rottmnt master post
Mutant Mayhem
Bellyache
There's something wrong with Mikey. He's been in bed all day, which is really weird for him. Can Donnie do something to save his little brother? Is Raph as dumb as people think? Will Leo ever get his shit together?
No.
P.S. my version of Mikey's a little chubbier than in the movie and show. He's a pudgy little boy. A meatball if you will.
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Mona Lisa
Playlist
RC9GN
1
Trollhunters
1
OTHER
Secret Saturdays
Before the show
After the show
Fantasy medical drama
Super-science-youtuber
The Curator's Last Exhibition
One shots
Confession (young justice)
Space snacks (Danny Phantom)
A listers (Danny Phantom)
Jason crawls out of his grave (dc) (can be used in other fics)
Its a terrifying scene. The camera angle revealing parts of a science lab straight out of hell. Kitchen knifes and scalpels lay dripping on a table.
On the dissection table- because thats all it could be- lays a small child. Small but noticable gills on the neck, the occasional fleck of scales and webbed fingers mark them as merfolk.
Viewers watch on in horror as the table is bloodied. A steady incision made in the left leg. The Justice League had been contacted but there was no indication they would make it in time to help.
A large Bang! went off in the background of the video, clearly catching the duo off guard. The man turned to his (wife?) with a weird moniter in his hands going off the charts and with an excited yelp they both took off running up the steps that were just barely in frame behind them.
A few long moments later, two teens sneak into the lab. The boy rushed over to unchain their parents 'test subject' while the girl kept watch.
Freshly released limbs had bloody wounds rubbed into the pinned down areas and quiet whispers of empathy were only just picked up by the audio. One of the viewers pointed out that the boy himself had scars in similar places.
The boy picked up the kid and the trio quickly slipped away out of camera view. Soft thuds mark their escape from the house, seemingly unaware of the Livestream their parents were apparently trying to make.
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The story makes international news and leaves everyone on high alert. Government agencies scramble to prove they had no connection to the couple, the GIW undergos mass arrest when their names Maddie and Jack Fenton come up on their payroll. A channel is made to document any sightings of the kids.
The first one is posted after a day. It's security footage from a fast food restaruant. Four teens- the two from before plus a goth and someone named ''Tucker''- along with the comparitively tiny Mer sit in a booth. ''Tucker'' and "Sam'' argue about possible dietary restriction before seemingly ordering one of everything. There is soup, and a burger, the largest cup filled with water they could find in the back, chicken tenders and salad.
When the server goes to deliver everything, the four watch them like hawks, understandable given the previous day.
(Did any of them even know Half the world knew what went down? )
(Did any of them know how Aquaman was taking the news of one of his subjects being injured like that? )
( Did any of them realize that their choice to protect the kid was one of the main reasons war hadn't been declared yet on the human race?)
Jasmine is heard softly encouraging the tiny Mer to eat something, anything and eventually the soup is downed and apparently liked enough that she gets up to order more.
Right before they leave, while under the relative safety of a roof, they swap the bandages wrapped around most of the kids leg and arms and slowly tell them about future plans despite the fact that they probably can't understand the language.
(Jasmine points at a laptop screen filled with a view of the ocean. "We" she circles the group with her pinky "are going there to get you home." The atlantian can't speak english but the way their eyes light up and they relax further into Sams side shows they understand the basic message)
(The sight- of the child definitely scared but trusting them enough to get so close- helps calm the atlantians with access to the internet. Somewhere Aquaman finds himself able to breathe slightly easier.)
A site is made to track sightings of the group. The incident was seen by too many people to not have concerned citizens on the lookout.
(At first many of them hadn't wanted to believe the incident was real. Maybe it was a cruel joke and any second the child would pop stop crying and pop up and everything would be fi- but it never happened.
The Justice League getting so involved, the things being dug up and revealed stamped into everyones mind that it was very very real.)
The first true recorded sighting - the one that temorarily calmed the world down- was located somewhat close to Central city. From the panicked planning and thrown together bandaging, they had been more focused on just getting away then moving towards any source of water.
Despite being the earliest recording, it isn't found or put onto the site for weeks. The recorder having taken it before watching the news.
Its enough to make Aquaman's search slightly less manic.
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There are other videos, though none of them quite as long or as originally distressing as the first two. The page begins to feel a bit like an analog horror.
They mainly stop for food, water, and more bandages, except it doesn't seem to be only for the Mer. 'Danny' is seen walking with a limp in one video, 'Sam' is caught rubbing her shoulder in another.
Everyone could see the incident, it only makes sense that some might not have the best intentions. Logically the sibling duo would have sustained injuries in some part of the rescue, its just that their focus had been on the most severe injury in the set.
The realization- that all of these children could be injured, are actively injured- hits like a punch to the gut for many parents.
It doesn't help that their stop to Metropolis for what seemed like a break ended so horribly.
"One of the viewers pointed out that the boy himself had scars in similar places." This infers that Danny, either as Danny or as Phantom, has been in the exact same position as the Mer child only there's a chance he wasn't as lucky as the Atlantean.
I need Danny's vivisection video to surface and be posted on the site, I want their to be an outrage that the Fenton couple has done this before and gotten away with it. And when it comes out he's their son?
@soulrox wanted to include your contribution, too.
They had been driving for about 4 hours. Sometimes Jazz wished he brother could grow up slower, but right now? She wished they all had drivers licenses and could take turns. "Tucker, where's the closest place we can stop?"
Tucker stopped trying to fix the air conditioner for a moment and looked at the GPS. It was glitchy and couldn't quite get their location right. But through the use of an absurd number of paperclips, Tucker had somehow managed to get it semi functional. "Looks like," he looked up from the screen. "Oh, right there. A cabin."
Sam almost jumped in the back seat, waking Danny, who had his head on her lap, which in turn woke the little mer, who was cuddled up in his arms. Even as Danny sat up, the baby mer didn't let go of him. What little moisture he could get from Danny's sweaty clothes was apparently worth the smell.
"I think we need to find some water." Danny stroked the scales on the mers head. "He's not looking too good."
"Maybe there's running water inside." Jazz hoped. She could not stay awake long enough to drive safely.
The cabin was bare bones inside. Danny carried the little Mer, who had taken to licking beads of sweat off him. Their tongue felt like sandpaper. Danny went straight for the big metal sink.
*drip* *drip* *drip*
It's not much, but it's better than sweat. Danny placed the little Mer in the sink. He stuffed a rag in the drain and patted the kid on the head.
"Is there anything nearby?" Danny plopped down on the couch. "A well? A convenience store?"
Sam lifted Danny's T-shirt to check on his bandages. Not too much blood, the stitches must be holding.
"There's a gas station just 3 miles further." Tucker groaned.
"Do we still have money?"
"Jazz' card still works." Sam pulled another shirt out of her backpack and handed it to Danny.
Danny put on the fresh T-shirt and stood up. "3 miles, that's what, an hour round trip?" He turned to look at Sam and Tucker half asleep already. "I'll be back before whatever serial killer lives here returns."
"Danny, you're injured."
He lifted up his shirt again. "See how clean these are?" He pointed at the disgusting, sweat stained bandages which, admittedly, had very little blood on them. "I'll come back with water, and food, and more first aid supplies."
"No, Danny." Sam had put her foot down alone because Tucker was already asleep.
"Keep and eye on Mer, ok?"
Sam glanced at the little Mer for a second. It was a second too long because Danny was out the door and emptying out a bag from the car in no time. The little Mer looked at her with their big black eyes, little webbed fingers rocking out from the top of the sink, scales dry and matte. They did need water. They could only hope that the kid could stick it out for an hour.
A duffel bag and Jazz' debit card. That was all Danny had with him. Powers? Now, that was a different story. They weren't working reliably. Jazz had insisted that the block was mental and, well, maybe. Anyone would have problems after getting vivisected by their own parents. Would vivisection even be the right word for it? Mer was definitely vivisected, but Danny? He's already dead. So wasn't he just... dissected?
These thoughts spun and flashed through his head in one way or another, and before he knew it, half an hour had passed.
The gas station was pretty small. There was one car next to it, probably the employees. The guy at the counter did a double take when he saw Danny, like he recognized him, right before he put down his switch and pulled out his phone. Danny walked onto one of the isles and felt like he was being watched. He looked back, and the cashier looked away, suspiciously. Danny picked out five sandwiches, a tube of toothpaste, and a pack of bandages. 10 rolls should last, right? Oh, rolls! They need toilet paper. He got one of the smaller packs so it wouldn't take up too much room. He brought the items to the counter. "Where's the water?"
"Oh, we're out. The next delivery should be here in a few hours."
Hours? They can't wait hours. Little Mer needs water now. "Do, do you have a working sink?" Danny tried. His desperation must have shown on his face because the guy had a bag full of empty bottles by a sink before Danny could finish his thought.
"This stuff isn't the cleanest, but it's better than nothing." He placed a bottle on the table with a smile.
Danny could cry. He wasn't about to in front of a stranger, but it was a very real possibility.
For some reason, the guy snapped a picture of him on the way out. Danny figured he'd been so helpful that it was probably fine.
Danny took a sip from one of the bottles they'd stuffed in his dufflebag. The guy was right. This stuff definitely wasn't clean.
Sam glanced at the little Mer for a second. It was a second too long because Danny was out the door and emptying out a bag from the car in no time. The little Mer looked at her with their big black eyes, little webbed fingers poking out from the top of the sink, scales dry and matte. They did need water. They could only hope that the kid could stick it out for an hour.
Sam kicked off her shoes. She had been in too much of a hurry to properly get dressed, when they called her in the middle of the night, which resulted in blisters all over her feet. They had had to move up their plans when the Fentons started their exploritory surgery early. She had actually only been awake for about 5 hours.
She got up. The wood floor felt so good on her feet, even if she had to tread carefully to avoid splinters. She moved Tucker into a laying position and removed his backpack. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, closed them again, and adjusted himself slightly.
Sam walked over to Mer and stroked their head gently. They closed their eyes and turned upward so her hand was on their forehead. She could feel the skin on her hand drying. From what she could tell, Mer seemed to soak up water through their skin rather than drinking it. It was so cute how they opened and closed their little hands at nothing when they were happy.
"Let's see if this place has any water." She smiled and walked away from the child. Unaware that, had she only looked up, she'd have seen someone approach the cabin.
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The top of Kátur's head wasn't wet, but it was the only part of their body that came close. The moment Sam (that's one of the humans, they call her Sam) took her hand off their head, they lay down in the, something? It felt like the table they had been tied to, but with rased sides, and no one trying to hurt them.
These surfacefolk were so much nicer than the others. They didn't seem to need any water at all. Or have any water most of the time, which was really uncomfortable. But Kátur knew they were trying to help.
*drip* *drip* *drip*
Kátur let the drops hit their belly. It might be empty, but at least it wouldn't be dry anymore. They closed their eyes, enjoying the minor relief each drop provided.
The light shining in suddenly went away. Kátur opened their eyes to see a shadowed figure standing over them. Large, menacing, still. The only part that wasn't completely black was its eyes. They looked angry.
Suddenly, the little Mer sat up in the tub. They said something, but it was in the other language they spoke. The one that didn't sound like it was meant for dry air. They slapped the edges of the sink with whatever strength they could muster.
It was enough to wake Tucker up. He hadn't been able to sleep the night of the rescue, or really the night before that. With every passing minute, it felt like his brain was more and more out of order. He could barely keep the stupid GPS working. He tried to push himself off the couch, but his arms wouldn't lift anything. All he could do was watch the little mer and try to figure out what they were pantomiming. They showed their teeth, growled, and put their hands up like they were claws. None of it made a lick of sense to Tucker.
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Sam came back into the room, and the Mer immediately turned their efforts towards her instead. She came to the sink and handed the child a water bottle she had found under the leaking air-conditioner. She thought it would be best to let the Mer decide where to pour it on themselves since they would know what parts of their body felt driest. She looked back at Tucker, who had gone back to sleep. She crouched down, brushed a lock away from his nose, and put his barret over his eyes to block out the light. It was nice to see him able to sleep after all this time. Sam was pretty sure he hadn't slept since they found out about the kid. She went back to the sink.
The little Mer had saved a tiny amount of water in the bottle. They held it out to Sam and turned around, showing the cracked skin on their back. The open window probably wasn't helping their condition. She looked around and took their jackets from the floor. She hung them up on the broken curtain hanger, blocking some of the light. Then she started splashing water on the Mer's back. She could hear their skin crackling like a cactus when it finally gets water. The bottle was empty. She wished they had more. She leaned onto the edge of the sink, putting her weight on her left arm instead of her right. The little Mer grabbed her by the cheeks and pressed the middle of their face on her nose and their foreheads together. They had only recently started doing this. They were pretty sure it either meant "I like you" or "thank you." Either way, Sam appreciated every second of moisture being dragged off of her nose.
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Jazz shot awake, ready to throw hands. Something was wrong. She could feel it. Every ounce of her big sister instinct was telling her danger was nearby. She checked her watch. Could the little brother really have gotten himself in danger in ony half an hour? She got up, and gravity increased a hundred fold. Ugh. So tired. She trudged to the door and cracked it open. The Mer was in the sink. Sam was under the sink, seemingly trying to manifest knowledge on plumbing through a dead cellphone. Tucker was asleep on the couch. No Danny anywhere. "Where..." she groaned, "Danny..."
Sam looked up from the pipes. "Gas station, should be heading back now."
"He went alone?!"
Sam proped herself up with her hands. "We needed water, and you and Tucker needed sleep. Besides, who could have gone with him? Me? Then Mer would be here, alone with two sleeping adults. And Mer couldn't go. It's hot enough in the shade."
Jazz looked down, unsure of what to say.
Sam sighed. "Sorry." She sat up. "I've thought about this a lot. It really was the only option." She rubbed her sholder. "It'll be ok. He can handle himself."
The girls awkwardly stared at the floor between them.
The loud crash of the window breaking. A flash of an arm, reached in. Before the girls had time to look up, the Mer was gone.
"I may heve, kind of, accidentally... created a religion?"
What if, a long time ago, a Viltrumite came to Earth for one reason or another, and through a series of misunderstandings/stories getting exaggerated, accidently created Christianity.
"There was this huge meteor headed for Earth, and i puched it into several smaller meteors that all landed in the ocean and caused a massive flood. I tried to warn some people, but only one guy believed me."
"So i flew down, close enough that he could hear me, and i said "be not afraid". I guess the sun must have been really bright that day because i saw him in a bar the next day with a crayzy story. Didn't recognize me at all."
"So i was hiding in this bush, right? And my badge, it reflected the light from a nearby torch, and before i knew, bush was on fire. But, see, i still had to deliver the message..."
"One time, i was taking a nap in this lake. Just floating. It was nice. Then i heard the noise of some people coming, and i flew out of there, fast as i could. Anyway, a cupple weeks later, people are ranting and raving about a sea split in two."
"There was this, adorable, group of bear cubs. I caught them so much fish, but when i was flying it back to them, i dropped it near this crowd, and they ate it. They looked so hungry. I thought it would be awkward to try and get it back."
I have so much planned for Shadow Mark. These are just the chapters that I've already made coveres for, but i also have two drawings ready for when he's 12.
Chapters 1 and 2 of 5yo mark have already been posted
Throughout June, I will (try to) focus on posting Shadow-verse Mark. I will definitely not finish this whole thing in just June, but i think i can finish the 5yo chapters.
The first chapter is just a step by step of all the tropes I'm trying to hit, and how. If you don't want to know what happens, don't read the first chapter.
