The three of them, sitting on the floor in Tucker's room, crowded around a multi-colored map. Green circles marked high levels of ambient ectoplasm, while red meant there was a deficit. Cities were dotted and underlined with orange, purple, and blue – for Tuck, Sam, and Danny, respectively – if they had a good program for their degrees.
White markings meant that, under no circumstances, was the place suitable for them to live.
In Danny’s opinion, there were far too many of those marks.
Metropolis almost fills all of their boxes, and oddly enough, Central City does, too. Two cities, both occupied by heroes, and Danny can't help but wonder if it's a coincidence. Some people consider himself a hero, and he haunted a city filled with ectoplasm. Of course, he also caused the explosion of ectoplasm, and all the subsequent side effects, so maybe that doesn't count?
But Metropolis University doesn't have much in terms of botany, and Central City College is lacking in their engineering department. Something about too many rogue engineers and an explosion a few years back, Danny wasn't really paying attention. And while Sam wants to major in political science, she's just as eager to minor in life science.
So, that leaves one place:
Gotham fucking City.
Gotham University has no shortage of classes in their desired programs, and its collection of rogues seem to have had no effect. They have more kinds of engineering than Danny can count on one hand, botany lectures with Poison Ivy as a guest speaker, and Tucker keeps going on and on and on about the impacts of learning sociology in a place like Gotham.
Danny may have spaced out a little bit during those conversations. Maybe.
He wouldn't admit that to Sam, though, even if it killed him. In his defense, though, Danny is still trying to figure out if he even wants to study engineering. He likes engineering, of course he does, loves tinkering and investing and playing around, it's just—
He has spent so much of his life fixing the mistakes in his parents' lab. Making copies of their blueprints with his own alterations, adding a safety switch onto their guns, keeping the ectoplasm clean and away from anything it could contaminate. Doing everything he could to guarantee no one else ended up like him.
It's bad enough that Sam and Tucker are—
Liminal, he tells himself, they're only liminal. Lucky, too, that the backlash from activating the portal didn't fuck them over.
And Danny is so, so tired of his old dream being something that haunts him, something that's become his eternal responsibility. He loves engineering, and he doesn't think he'll ever stop playing with it, but—
i can't believe we're havin' the "is it morally correct to tag the parent fandom in a crossover?" argument on the fucking superwholock website.
in all seriousness though, this just is further proof of how fandom culture has changed over time. instead of cultivating your own experience being the norm, creators are expected to do it for their audience instead of focusing on their craft. artists and writers are expected to create boundaries for people, and honestly?
it feels pretty damn similar to people complaining about the content they find on ao3, when they don't even bother to filter out their dislikes. in the end, it comes down to this:
creators are not responsible for curating your fandom experience, full stop.
this may be harsh, but it is in no way acceptable to expect creators to continue to share their art, writing, and other creations and somehow currate "rules" for how things are shared. there is never going to be one universal tag, or one correct way to do things in fandom. there just isn't. you're going to see things you don't love, maybe even things that you hate, and part of being in fandom is learning to just scroll past it, block some people, and move on.
and unfortunately, i think there's a lot of people who never learned how to do that.
Jason isn't quiet when he storms the building.
There's a vicious smile on his face, and his eyes glowing an eerie green that illumuniates the white hallways. Or maybe, he should say the formerly white hallways, because they sure as hell wouldn't be the same by the time he's through here.
Jason is redecorating in red.
fandom: dp/dc
ship: dead on main (jason todd/danny fenton)
warnings: graphic depiction of violence, fandom typical dehumanization / experimentation
okay, im not usually a fan of ghost king danny (don't get me wrong, there are great fics with it, it's just usually not my thing), but i really wanna write something with him and the jl that focuses on him being a *boy* king.
maybe as a ship with one of the robins, where they introduce danny. except they don't realize the Horror, because they're both 14-15, and the bats/league have to deal with this and maybe even explain it to their kid one day.
okay since reddit fic is Officially on hold (again), any got batfamily and/or dp prompts?
send me anything from a ship (please tell me the characters, there are so many ship names to remember), a character, an au, and i'll give you a few hundred words or so for it. there's a chance some of these could end up longer, and if so, i'll ping you here and possibly post it on ao3.
please focus on the bats for dc prompts, because i'm not familiar with writing anyone but them and constantine. other than that. anything goes!
