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jeena-says-hi · 1 year

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Ok so I was bored and was asking an Ai chat generator to write a story based of the game Creatures Sonaria (the roblox game)

I told it the basic story but it made the rest, I’m not taking credit for the whole thing, anyone can make a fic with ai

So if anyone cares, here it is:

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In the world of Sonaria, the creatures lived in peace in their respective territories. However, one day, chaos erupted in the Oasis territory. A massive, ferocious Gnolrok was on a rampage, killing any creature in its path. The animals were terrified and scattered, trying to escape the gnashing teeth of the beast.

The small but resourceful creatures of the Oasis knew that they had to do something to stop the Gnolrok. They had heard tales of a powerful Parahexilion that lived in the mountains beyond the Oasis. The Parahexilion was known for its bravery and strength, and the creatures hoped that it could save them from the vicious predator.

A small group of animals set out on a dangerous journey to find the Parahexilion. They crossed deserts, climbed mountains, and swam through rivers until they finally reached the Parahexilion's lair. They explained their plight to the mighty creature and begged for its help.

The Parahexilion listened intently and knew that it had to act fast. It quickly made its way to the Oasis, where the Gnolrok was still causing havoc. The creature's massive, feathered wings beat heavily against the air as it flew towards the danger.

The Gnolrok saw the Parahexilion approaching and let out a deafening roar. It charged towards the new threat, ready to attack. The Parahexilion was not afraid and met the Gnolrok head-on. They clashed in a fierce battle, their roars echoing across the Oasis.

For hours, they fought with tooth and claw, each trying to overpower the other. The small creatures of the Oasis watched from a distance, hoping that the Parahexilion would emerge victorious. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Parahexilion landed the final blow. The Gnolrok fell to the ground, defeated.

The creatures of the Oasis rejoiced as the Parahexilion emerged from the fight victorious. They thanked the mighty creature and praised it for its bravery and strength. From that day forward, the Parahexilion was seen as a hero to the creatures of Sonaria, and its legend was passed down from generation to generation.

After the Parahexilion had saved the Oasis from the Gnolrok, peace was restored, and the creatures went back to their normal lives. However, this newfound peace was not to last. A group of Vaumoras, who had been seeking a new territory, had set their sights on the Oasis. They saw the abundance of resources and prey and decided to take it for themselves.

The Vaumoras arrived in the Oasis with their sharp teeth and claws, ready to kill any creature that stood in their way. The animals of the Oasis tried to fight back, but they were no match for the fierce and powerful Vaumoras. The Vaumoras killed the Parahexilion and took control of the Oasis, ruling with an iron fist.

The creatures of the Oasis lived in fear and misery under the Vaumoras' rule, and it seemed like there was no hope for them. However, a small group of animals, including a Monelle, a Turgeon, a Gyrodon, and a Felisio, saw that they could not let this continue. They decided to put their differences aside and work together to free the Oasis from the Vaumoras' control.

The group of animals banded together and began planning their attack on the Vaumoras. They knew it would be dangerous, but they were determined to save their home. They attacked the Vaumoras with all their might, using their unique skills and abilities to their advantage.

The battle was long and grueling, with casualties on both sides. The Turgeon, in particular, fought bravely but was ultimately killed in the heat of battle. Despite this loss, the animals continued to fight on, and eventually, they were able to defeat the Vaumoras and free the Oasis.

The creatures of the Oasis rejoiced as they were finally free from the tyranny of the Vaumoras. They mourned the loss of the Turgeon but celebrated the bravery and courage of all those who had fought to save the Oasis. From that day forward, the animals of the Oasis lived in peace and harmony, united in their love for their home and their determination to protect it at all costs.

After the hard-fought battle against the Vaumoras, the creatures of the Oasis had finally achieved peace. However, that peace was short-lived as a new threat appeared. The nearby volcano, which had been dormant for years, suddenly erupted, spewing ash and lava across the Oasis.

The creatures of the Oasis were scared and panicked, not knowing what to do. Many of them fled to the caves, hoping to find shelter from the chaos. The Monelle, Gyrodon, Felisio, and the rest of the animals huddled together in fear, waiting for the eruption to pass.

Days turned into weeks, and the Oasis was covered in ash and lava. The animals were running low on food and water, and they started to lose hope. But then, as suddenly as it had started, the eruption stopped. The creatures emerged from their hiding places, covered in ash but grateful to be alive.

The animals of the Oasis celebrated the end of the eruption, knowing that it wouldn't happen again for years. They had survived another disaster and were determined to rebuild their home. They worked together, cleaning up the ash and debris and rebuilding their shelters.

The Monelle, Gyrodon, Felisio, and the other animals took this as an opportunity to strengthen their bonds and unite even further. They knew that they were stronger together than they were alone, and they were determined to protect their home from any future threats.

Years passed, and the Oasis flourished. The animals lived in peace, knowing that they had each other's backs. The memories of the Gnolrok, the Vaumoras, and the volcano remained, but they were distant memories. The creatures of the Oasis were grateful for the peace they had achieved and promised to protect it at all costs.

As the creatures of the Oasis were finally living in peace, a new creature arrived with a group of others. It was Jeff, the notorious and arrogant creature who believed that he could conquer and rule over any territory he desired. Jeff and his army of small creatures marched through the Oasis, demanding that the creatures submit to his rule.

The Monelle, Gyrodon, Felisio, and the other animals of the Oasis laughed at Jeff's demands. They knew that they had faced far greater threats than him and his small army. They refused to submit to Jeff's rule and instead decided to capture him and his army.

Jeff and his army were no match for the strength and unity of the animals of the Oasis. They were quickly captured and held prisoner. The creatures of the Oasis saw Jeff and his army as a source of food, and they thanked him for providing them with such a large and delicious meal.

Jeff and his army were shocked and terrified as they realized what was happening. They begged for mercy, but the creatures of the Oasis showed none. They saw Jeff as a threat to their peace and safety, and they knew that they had to eliminate him.

As Jeff and his army were consumed by the creatures of the Oasis, the animals celebrated their victory over yet another enemy. They knew that they were safe and protected in their home, and they promised to never let anyone threaten their peace again.

Years passed, and the Oasis continued to thrive. The animals lived in harmony and prosperity, grateful for the unity and strength that had brought them together. They remembered the threats that they had faced and the battles they had fought, but they knew that those were distant memories. They were focused on the present and the future, building a better life for themselves and their families in their beloved Oasis.

As the years passed, the Oasis continued to thrive, and the creatures living there lived in peace and harmony. However, fate had something else in store for them. It was on a fateful day when a Jot and a Sar'Hingaro were locked in a fierce battle in the skies above the Oasis.

The two creatures had been mortal enemies for years, and their rivalry had reached a boiling point. As they clashed in the skies above the Oasis, their battle grew more and more intense. Their immense power destroyed everything in their path, and the peaceful Oasis was caught in the middle.

The creatures of the Oasis tried to flee, but it was too late. The Jot and the Sar'Hingaro were too powerful, and their battle soon destroyed everything in its path. The once-beautiful Oasis was reduced to rubble, and all the creatures living there were killed.

The Jot and the Sar'Hingaro continued their battle, unleashing their full power on each other. As they fought, their energy consumed them, and they were both destroyed in a final explosion of power.

The Oasis was now nothing but an abandoned wasteland, and the creatures that had once called it home were no more. The land was barren, the air was filled with the stench of death, and the once-beautiful landscape was now nothing more than a desolate wasteland.

The tragedy of the Oasis was a warning to all the creatures of the world, a reminder of the dangers of pride and hatred. The Oasis had been a place of peace and harmony, but in the end, it had fallen victim to the arrogance of two powerful creatures.

The creatures of the world mourned the loss of the Oasis, but they learned from its destruction. They promised to work together, to put their differences aside and build a better world. They would never let the tragedy of the Oasis happen again, and they would always remember the lessons it taught them.

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Yea it got a little depressing at the end lol

If u actually read this thanks, ik it’s not my usual stuff but still

And obviously AI can’t and shouldn’t replace real fic writers, they are amazing

#I can’t take credit for it #the ai wrote it #I just prompted it #idk if Creatures of Sonaria even has a presence on tumblr #ik it does on tiktok #but eh #I enjoyed making this #it was fun #funny #meme #funny meme #Creatures of Sonaria #Creatures of Sonaria roblox #fanfic #Creatures of Sonaria fic #fic #Creatures of Sonaria fanfic #Creatures of Sonaria story

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butchfalin · 7 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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sylvies-kablooie · 5 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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druid-for-hire · 5 months

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[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

#comic art #comics #original comic #chronic pain #carpal tunnel #tendonitis #my art #original #edit: what a delightful surprise to see this take off #this was made for class on very low fuel and very few thoughts and late at night and exhausted #the prompt was just a wordless narrative essay. three pages. and i had nothing and no ideas #and my head hurt and i was too tired to think about doing any of the like. research and mind mapping and ideating i'd do otherwise #but my arm hurt #so i decided to do a thing about arm hurty #i'm surprised to see so many people finding it resonating with them #but then again i shouldn't be. the universal lies in the specific #i should make more things about smaller stuff

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unforth · 11 months

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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

#unforth rambles #this wasn't really prompted by anything #I'm just sick and tired and distractable #or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now #like no one has disrespected me #but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs #i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF???#like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term #and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone #y'all are awesome #thank you so much

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starry-bi-sky · 20 days

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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#I AM LOUDLY PUSHING THE BATDAD AGENDA #anyways— add ons are encouraged i wanna talk more dpxdc with folks i just cant find any aus i really like enough to engage with #which is nobody's fault and its why im making my own content in order to reach more people #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dc x dp #dpxdc prompts #i took a ‘which batfam member are you (except its personal)’ quiz a few days ago #and got bruce wayne. and then was promptly read to filth why im most like him and it rudely but accurately explained why im the most like #him. it also consequently explained to me why i like him so much. whenever i see him in his kindest form i see a mirror looking back #anyways lots of ‘danny rejecting bruce as a parent’ aus. may i present: bruce and danny finding family in each other aus. batdad aus pls.#dpxdc prompt #dcxdp #this prompt can take place at any point of Batkid accumulation but personally i was imagining this as before Bruce has any of his kids yet #eldest brother danny supremacy and also just that one on one bonding #danny being someone who was never afraid of the dark as a kid and even less so as he got older. taking solace in it as a ghost because you #cant hide in the dark when you glow. his enemies can't jump out at him. but he can jump out at them. how can he be afraid of the dark when #the dark is where the stars like to live? there's a comfort in the shadows. there might be something hiding in it. but he's hiding in it to #blood blossoms eat ghosts headcanon #wasn't sure where i was gonna go with this at the beginning and then i caught steam.#batman casually kidnaps an orphan upon kid's request. also the kid was Actively Dying Of Poison. What was he gonna do?? NOT help him?#mister 'keeps candy in his utility belt specifically for scared children'??? no way.

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dovewingkinnie · 1 month

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let him yap

#thats human pomni btw #shes just greyscale #dunno what prompted me to draw tadc again #the fandom kind of scared me off #but i realized thats just the tik tok side of the fandom #and tumblr seems more normal at least towards me #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc pomni

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ghostbsuter · 3 months

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He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #fic prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #Superman is so flabbergasted #superman has no idea whats going on #superman is just tired man #danny has no idea whats going on #theyre both so shocked #superman is wondering if he just became a father #danny is figuring out how to get out of thia situation #clark: i know this is scary! but now you have a new chance at life! would you like to stay with me and my wife? :')#danny: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

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nerdpoe · 8 months

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There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.

Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #i just really like robot animals okay #sam and tucker are danny's suger babies #sam because she doesn't want to use her parent's money #tucker because he will GLADLY accept a rich person's money being thrown at him #danny cuz he loves his husband and wife and wants them to never want anything

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ikiprian · 4 months

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Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

#Danny can’t help being creepy it’s just the way he’s built!!#I like to think Lancer did these things for Danny when he was in HS #and now Danny's emulating Lancer :)#Passing it on!#Tim is paranoid but also like he is SO CLOSE to graduating so like. Does he even want to report this shit to Batman. What if the next chem #teacher's a jerk and Tim fails the class and he never gets his stupid diploma. Bruce already is insisting he finish out HS and maybe get #an ABA before he's allowed back into the company #and Jesus Christ does Tim hate school. He'll worry about Mr. Fenton's burgeoning army of Science Honor Society Rogues on his own time #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt #tim drake #danny fenton #in case I write more of this let’s tag it uhhhhh #misunderstood mentor au #kipwrite

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 4 months

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The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

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siggiedraws · 6 months

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silver brings history books from the future and sonic likes to pick them apart

#sonic the hedgehog #sonilver week #silver the hedgehog #the prompt is future in case that wasn't obvious #i just think this was a neat idea :]#my art #sonic #sonilver

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 5 months

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Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.

The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.

In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.

Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.

Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.

But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.

It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.

The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.

A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.

None of them could cook.

#dpxdc #prompts #fanfiction prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #danny haunting the waynes #but was like a protection spirit #hes basically a secret butler #Bruce is losing it #the bats are wary of the food and Danny's just like: I worked hard on that! You better eat it!

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