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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 5 months

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Danny wasn't sure what to do. Was this legal? He knew the bats were part of the Justice League and whatnot but surely they can't just pick him up off the street after he got into a brawl with some creeps trying to mug him!

Sure, Nightwing had jumped down to help and Danny, still in his living form with its crappy human vision, thought he was another mugger because of the dark and attacked him too.

Now he's sitting in the back seat of the batmobile with his hands in wierd bat handcuffs.

Was everything these guys owned bat themed? Yeah his parents put there last name in all the titles of their inventions but they had a brand to sell so it was excusable. Batman however, is clearly living out his bat shaped dreams. Usually Danny was all for the furrys doing thier thing, one of his best friends was a proud furry and Danny 100% supported him, but there was a line you don't cross and tall dark and fuzzy crossed it when he kidnaped one 14 year old Danny Fenton.

He couldn't Go Ghost right in front of Batman and Nightwing but he could use the one thing his mom made him take with him everywhere since he was a little boy.

His panic button.

It was powered by ectoplasm and could get through signal jammer with no problem. If he pressed the button his parents would drop everything to come save him. They made sure to put little sirens and flashing lights in thier own hazmat suits to make sure they didn't accidentally miss it. Sure they looked hilarious the few times he had seen it go off in his life but it was highly effective.

So he pushed the button and his parents were charging torward them in record time, the GAV playing chicken with the freaking batmobile. Suddenly his mothers voice came from the panic button, "Are you in the front of back, sweetie?"

"I, uh." He stuttered, looking up at the shocked face of Nightwing before answering, "The back."

"Perfect." He mother said darkly.

A trio of high mechanical whines filled the air and Danny didn't need to look through the windshield to know the buzz saws were out.

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Bruce just wanted to know why Danny Fenton, youngest of the Fenton Family and son of Jack Fenton and Madeline Walker, two people whose marriage brokered peace between thier prospective mafia syndicate families, was doing in Gotham beating up low level thugs.

He was not expecting overprotective mad scientist parents.

#dpxdc #prompts #fanfiction prompts #let danny and Jazz be the unknowing heirs to mafia families please #it would be so funny #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #nightwing #bruce wayne #dick grayson #i chose maddies maiden name based on the fannon that shes related to Warden Walker #the thought that Warden Walkers family would either become or marry into a crime family when hes so...him...is hysterical to me #danny in the back seat: My mommy can beat up your daddy >:3 #danny is the ultimate little shit here

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kizzer55555 · 25 days

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #dcxdp #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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chocomars · 6 months

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This is one of the ways they show their affection towards each other, by the way.

pt 2

#every time ahsoka disappears for a long time/almost dies rex is obliged to beat her ass #for scaring the hell out of him #their reunions are always so interesting because of that :)c #rex once ahsoka gets back from seetos: square UP #captain rex #ahsoka tano #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #ahsoka #star wars rebels #the clone wars #star wars #tcw #sw rebels #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #marsdraws #marsrb

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hellonearthtoday · 2 months

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canon is dead I rule the world. dsmp you are MINE

dsmpblrs ocs shared between the 5 (five) singular people that inhabit this fandom

I'm taking the chance to just talk about my personal dsmp au that is basically canon if you don't think about it

I don't think we as a community wrote enough about demon ctommy. he was always my favorite it just gives him this evil vibe that I think is sooo funny and I always see it in ctommy art but never in literally any fic. and that's fine but imp or whatever-he-is-Tommy will always be real in my heart. in my head he used to be a bird hybrid, but when he died for what was supposed to be the final time they took his fucking wings and gave him cunty demon horns and tail. Death made him emo. for the sake of this narrative his wings used to be white too. Pair this with religious ctommy and you get peak

ctubbo. I think about him a lot. I think personally he wears armor under his coat. You'd think it start to get hot under there, and it does. his solution is to just Never leave the Arctic.

At some point he started developing resting bitch face, because it used to just be resting (autistic face of neutrality) but now he kind of just looks tired all the time. Not like Tommy's rbf where he looks like he's kinda pissed and has a headache 24/7. but at least they're semi matching now. bff's!!! (?) I can't write too much about ctubbo because my cutbbo is like 20 billion contradictions stacked on itself. he's not as simple as my ctommy.

He doesn't wear the red bandana anymore but he can't tell you why and he's not insecure about the scar on his face but he's not proud of it either. I FORGOT TO DRAW CRANBOO AND HIS WEDDING RINGS IM AN ANTI WHAT THE HELLL okay ignoring that blunder, their wedding rings are meant to be on their horns 💔 you can't fucking see cranboos singular (1) horn because it's out of frame, they're too tall.

SPEAKONG OF CRANBOO!!!! snakes in his hair because Hahhaa hattte eye contact????? Medusa???? get it guys get it do you guys get jut

The snakes talk to him. Take that as you will. He's a chronic suit wearer and will literally not wear anything else unless it's under or over the suit. he would like to never try anything new ever he needs this constant in his life or everything will fall apart and the world will end. He knows how to kit up and wear armor but just as a joke he wears random bits of armor in places he literally needs it least. as a fashion statement. Tommy doesn't wear any armor usually bcz who gaf he's not doing that shit

in my perfect world the egg plot in dsmp actually got used better and becsme more than a background plot. it could've been everything. anyway my dsmp au is egg war las Nevadas craziness and I'm right goodnight

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shou-jpeg · 9 months

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-Back on the Beat-

Part 3. 06

November 3rd, 6:42pm

Kim is sitting in his car, parked in front of the compound. He’s been here for fifteen minutes now, and two of the guards by the entrance are trying to be subtle as they whisper to each other and try to see through Kim’s tinted windows.

He should probably get out and go inside before Khun hears that he’s here and ambushes him.

His father definitely knows that he’s here by now. He would have been notified the moment Kim’s car rolled through the number plate scanner. Whatever. He doesn't care.

His hands are shaking a little.

Kim doesn’t usually get nervous, but Porchay seems to bring it out in him.

Chay…

Kim’s schedule had been so packed today, that he hardly had a moment to spare to think about how to respond to Porchay’s message. He got out of his 6pm meeting, left in a rush, and spent the whole drive here trying to figure out if he was even doing the right thing, coming to see Porchay in person. All he knows is that Porchay wants him to apologise. So… he needs to do that.

Fuck.

He gets out of the car.

The guards startle, one nearly dropping Kim’s keys when he tosses them to him. Kim glares at them so they don’t think anything’s off.

He stretches his hands out at his sides to try and stop them shaking as he stalks inside, asking a guard for Porchay’s location.

He rehearses what he plans to say as he waits for the elevator.

He'll tell Porchay that he’s sorry for hurting him all those months ago. He'll say that he misses having him around, and that he’s sorry for not being brave enough to tell him that he loved him too. For not even recognising that he loved him.

He will apologise to Porchay and tell him that he’s been enjoying their conversations these last few months, and that he hopes Porchay has been too. He will ask him about that love song he sent, and if maybe they can try again.

He reaches Chay’s room and the guard standing at attention calls through the door.

He will ask Porchay out, and Porchay will say yes, and then Kim can finally set things right.

The guard calls for Porchay a second time.

The door opens and Kim is ushered in and… he forgets everything he had been thinking about.

Porchay’s room is a mess.

Well, it's not that bad, but it’s a mess by Kim’s standards. Porchay is standing awkwardly in soft looking pyjamas in front of his coffee table. He shuffles to the side in an attempt to hide the stack of plates he's standing in front of.

Kim’s heart warms.

He’s ridiculous, the way he’s messy yet self conscious about it is ridiculous. Kim loves it.

“Um… hi, p’Kim,” Porchay begins stiltedly. “What are you doing here?”

Does he not know why Kim is here? Porchay is the one who told him to apologise. Surely Kim’s presence here could not be more obvious.

Kim flounders for a moment; he doesn’t know how to say what he wants to say. He feels his cheeks warming under Porchay’s intense gaze.

Porchay sighs. “Want to sit down? It'll be more comforta- ah." As he moves to turn around, he fully exposes his dirty dinner plates. Porchay looks embarrassed, muttering something Kim can’t make out as he slides them to the corner of the coffee table. Kim huffs out a laugh, some of the tension lifting from his shoulders at Porchay’s familiar bashfulness. Chay looks up at him with a small, embarrassed smile and they move to sit down on the couch.

Okay. Take two.

Kim takes a moment to breathe. He needs to be completely honest with Porchay. No more hiding, no more pretending.

“I… I wanted to explain to you…” Kim begins, glancing over at Porchay, who motions for him to continue. “I wanted you away from all this,” Kim gestures vaguely around them, “but I didn’t know how to keep you away. When you confronted me… it felt like - it was my last opportunity to push you away before you became too involved. I’m not sorry for trying to protect you… but… I am sorry that I hurt you."

Porchay has been looking increasingly more annoyed throughout his explanation. Shit, is Kim fucking this up already?

“That’s not up to you to decide for me, p’Kim.”

Kim looks away. “I know.”

“And it was too late for me to not be involved anyway, so pushing me away didn’t even change that!”

“I know.”

Maybe Kim should apologise again, for Porchay’s sake. He isn’t actually sorry for trying to push Porchay away though. If he could go back in time, he would do it again. Just… maybe more tactfully and earlier on in their friendship so it would hurt less - for both of them. Kim really fucked that one up.

Porchay deflates, looking away. “I don’t get you, p’Kim. Why even go as far as to be in a relationship with me just to get information, only to push me away immediately after ‘to protect me’? Was our time together even real? Were you even being yourself with me, or was that all part of the lie?”

“It wasn’t a lie…" Kim takes a breath to calm his nerves "I stopped being suspicious of you after that first time at your place.” Porchay looks up at him at that, a confused frown on his face. Kim pushes on. “I thought you knew me. At the open house. Kim me, not WiK me. You knew so much about me…” Porchay looks away from him again, a light dusting of pink over his cheeks. “When you’re from a family like mine, that sort of thing raises some alarm bells. And then when I found out you were Porsche’s brother… I realised that you were just a fan with impressive recall.”

"Yeah, well…" Porchay snaps his head back to Kim suddenly., “Wait!” he yelps. “How did you figure out I was just a fan?” Ah. Fuck.

“...I… broke into your room when I was looking for evidence that you were spying on me…” Kim trails off as Porchay interrupts with a long, anguished noise, burying his face in his knees. He’s cute.

Kim startles as Porchay suddenly sits back upright. “So! P’Kim. What is it that you want from me then? You said you were sorry for hurting me, but why did you start sending me all those memes? If you just wanted to apologise, you could have come see me any time. I’d have heard you out.”

“I… I noticed you unblocked me, and I wanted to send you a message. I didn’t know what to send you though, and I kind of panicked a little…” How uncool. Kim has never felt so exposed and stupid as he does now, trying to explain how he almost sent Porchay a dozen regular messages before panic-sending him something weirder than any of those messages combined. Porchay looks like he’s biting back a smile though. If he’s making Porchay happy with this, then he feels like it's all worthwhile. “And then I didn’t know how to start talking with you properly, and thought you should probably be the one to set the pace.”

Porchay looks contemplative. “And the music thing?” he asks., “Were you trying to send me messages through the lyrics, or was I imagining things?”

“Oh, uh… yes. Isn't that what you were doing?”

“No! I didn’t realise that that’s what was happening until the last song you sent…”

Wait… so that song Porchay sent him didn’t mean anything then? Fuck. Kim feels like a fool, forget earlier. He’s been spending hours reading into the songs Porchay has been sending him and he only meant to send him genuine music recommendations. It was all a coincidence after all, and Porchay doesn't… he… Chay didn't mean anything with that song…

“...p’Kim?” Porchay’s voice grabs his attention. He’s looking at him oddly, “so… what do you want from this, p’Kim?”

Kim looks back at him. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t know how to voice what he wants. He wants to tell Porchay that he wants him; a relationship with him. He’s never been in a relationship, unless you count what he and Porchay had before. He never wanted to before they met. He wants to go on dates with Porchay, write music together, flirt together, talk into the early hours of the morning over cooling cups of tea together.

Hold his hand. Kiss him…

As Kim remains silent, Porchay is looking increasingly more impatient.

“I- I just… would you still be interested? In me? Dating, I mean.” Kim manages to get out. He’s a mess. He’s never felt so unmoored before. He should have just gone home and planned what he was going to say properly before coming to see Porchay. Kim is beginning to feel even more uncomfortable under Porchay’s intent gaze. He regrets asking. If only he could just sink into the floor.

Porchay looks back down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers. “Maybe…” he says lowly. “Look. I do still like you p’Kim. When I told you that I loved you, I meant it. It hurts now, but it hasn’t gone away.” Porchay looks away to the wall, blushing but looking determined. Kim feels like he can't breathe. “I’m glad you explained things to me. I think I understand you a little more now, but I don’t know if I’m ready to trust you again.”

Kim takes a slow breathe, heart sinking slightly.

“Can you, maybe… give me some time? We can keep messaging, and I’d like to see you again and hang out… as friends! Maybe we can make more shitposts together or something, if you’d like to.” He glances over at Kim, waiting for him to nod in agreement. “And I'll think about it, and I’ll let you know what I decide, if that’s okay?”

Kim… isn’t thrilled. He was sort of hoping Porchay would leap into his arms and they’d begin dating again right away. But it isn’t a rejection. He smiles gently. “Yeah. Okay. Did you want to come by the studio tomorrow then? We could jam a little?” Kim still isn’t sure if Porchay has stopped playing or not. His compound spy never did manage to suss that information out and Kim hasn’t been brave enough to ask Porchay directly.

Porchay smiles softly back. “That sounds like fun, I don’t have any plans tomorrow.”

“Okay," Kim sniffles a yawn, "uh… I’m not sure when I’ll be up tomorrow, I’ve had a pretty exhausting day. I’ll text you?” Chay nods affirmative.

They go quiet, sitting there and looking at each other. Kim is finding it hard to maintain eye contact, but he’s reluctant to look away from Porchay’s soft gaze and gentle smile. His heart rate picks up.

Porchay opens his mouth to say something when the door bursts open and a harried looking Pol stumbles in, looking slightly rumpled and out of breath.

“Khun Porchay! Khun Noo sent me to collect you. He says you’re terribly late for movie night and he hopes you have a good excu-” Pol’s eyes widen as he notices Kim. “K-Khun Kim!” Pol dips into a hurried wai. “I didn’t know you were here. I’m sorry for interrupting…” Pol trails off, glancing between them. Kim decides to put a stop to whatever train of thought he’s on and stands up. He doesn’t really want to leave, but Porchay clearly has other plans that he’s already derailed enough.

He turns to him, unsure what to say now.

Luckily, Porchay does. “I’ll text you.” Kim smiles and nods. Porchay is so much better than him at this.

He nods to Pol as he walks out the room, the not unfamiliar feeling of hope beginning to stir within him.

END OF PART 3

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