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underforeversgrace · 11 months

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DannyMay2023 Day 19: No Backspace Challenge

title: wrong paper

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Summary: Mr. Lancer gets an assignment from Danny that is not right.

DISCLAIMER: This is no backspace, no spell check, no auto capitalization, and no punctuation shortcuts. I'll probably provide a better copy later on because ya girl can't fucking spell. Or type. Or write. Some of the crossouts are my fuck ups. Some are for flavor. ...to hide all my fuck ups.

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Mr. Lancer streched tiredly, blinking sleep from his eyes as he pulled the next essay towards him. Not for the first time, he considered asking Ishiyama to allow him to o go over basic penmanship in class, how could absolutely none of these children write legibily? At least they were workingon a creative writing course so the papers were varied and interesting for once.

Eve i Or at least… some of them were. Thus far, Dash had written about a football star with superpowers, Paulina about marrying a superhero, Mickey wishing he was a superhero…

living in a town with an actual superhero probably influenced some of these papers, if Lncer had to take a stab in the dark.

The next paper he pulled ou was one with a lot of smurdged and crossed out text, no name a t the ti top. The hanwriting was familiar, at least. Mr. Fenton certainly had a… unique version of chicken scratch.

Lancer frowned at the paper as he began to read it. this… didn’t look like the ‘Write A Story’ assignment he’d assigned.

The sear words indicated as much, vulgar languageLancer had never heard Fenton use.

Man, I am so fuckingover this shit. Mr. Popular Asshat shoved me into a locker FOUR times today. I’m so ecsawus exhaush exhausted. I’ve shoved at least 15 ghosts back into the Zoe at Zone this week. It’s Wednesday. Wednesday!!! Skulker has come for my pelt four times alone.

Oh I forgot the date - it’s Jan 23 26 2005.

honestly I should be working on my stupid paper for English class for Lancer. But what stoy could story can I possiblytell that isn’t less ridiculous than my actual life? or whatever the phrase is. My life is everal way too wild, more than anything I could imagine up.

Like… I’m a half dead teenager. I’ve been dead for nearly a year and no one’s noticed. I fight for my life everyday. I’m a superhero with a secret iedentity and best freind/sidekicks - though if I eevr called them sidekicks to their faces again I’m getting side-kicked in the face. I’ve even got extra bonus points! My parents want to dissect me, I’m failing school. Hell, I’ve even got an evil alternate timeline version of myself that caused the fucking end of the world.

The TV shows make it look so easy. so do th e comics. I’m so tired. I’m only 14, I’m not supposed to be atri sk atrisk at risk of getting murdered daily. Well, not this high of a risk. I don’t want to live like this. But if I stop fgihting, trying, I’ll be dead within a week.

It isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair and neither is death.

Still, might be a cool story idea.

A teenage slacker who gets electrocuted by his parents invention, dies, and get brought back halfway. Turns into a ghost and saves people while his human life seems to wither and die around him. Is constantly hunted and villified when he just wants to help.

Yeah. My life as Phantom would make a hell of a story, wouldn’t it?

Lancer stared at the paper in confusion. It certainly sounded like a wonderful fictttitious story… but somhow it didn’t seem like fiction. It seemed more like a journl entry.

Lancer turned to his computer, pulling up the local news website. It wasn’t hard to find an article about Phantom, he was in the top three stories.

PHANTOM SAVES 13 FROM OFFICE FIRE

Lancer studde studied the article, blowing up the picture of Phantom’s dace. Of Danny Phantom’s face. He opened up another screen, pulling up the student files (complete with pictures). He pulled up D. Fenton’s file, several alerts coming up about truancy, tardis, tardies, absences, missed assignments n fa and failing grades. Lancer enlarged the human boy’s photo and sat it side by side wth the one of Phantom.

Change the coloration… and these two were identical.

Oh no.

Ohno.

Oh no.

#grace writes #danny phantom #dannymay2023 #Dannymay #Challenge: no backspace #Ya girl tried #She rly did

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tainted-red · 1 year

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Cigarette.

TWS: Violence, Sadist, Angst, Language, Dark Rafe.

Summary:Based off of Lana Del Reys album ‘UltraViolence’ aesthetic.

“I bought you some stuff stuff. Your gonna fucking use it” Rafe spits at you as you just got home.

You smile at him “Where is it? What am I using it for?” you question everything.

“On our bed. You will definitely get the idea, Darling” Rafe nods towards our door.

I kiss him on the cheek then go into our room. I look at the white blanket bed to see a gun and two knives in light pink bows.

You blink and pick up the gun. Seeing it was heavy enough you knew it was real.

“No Rafe” You sigh.

He storms into the room “You like it, princess. I got them just for you” Rafe grins. Wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I'm not using these” You state.

His gripe on your waist loosens. “Yes, you will. Or you can help me with other stuff” Rafe whispers in your ear.

His hands play with the hem of your white blouse.

“What stuff Rafe? Last time we almost got caught” You bite your lip, “Barry said he has a load for a guy on the pogue territory,” Rafe tells me.

“No Rafe. Stop trying to get me to be your Bonnie to your Clyde” You groan.

He sways his hips with yours “You will do what I fucking say y/n. You knew what you were signing up for since you met me” Rafe chuckles.

That was true. You met him by buying cocaine from his friend Barry. Rafe was freaking out cause he killed someone. So you helped him calm down.

“I love you, Rafe but I won't kill someone for shits and giggles” You seethed.

Your jaw clenches as he wraps a hand around your throat.

You step away from him and push him back.

He looks at you astonished.

Pushing you back by your waist.

You bump into the wall “Don't ever do that shit again y/n. I thought you were a smart girl” Rafe smirks looking down at you.

You felt a pulsing from your ribcage “You hurt me” You cry.

“And I'm sorry. Your fine sweetie” Rafe cups your jaw.

“Screw you Rafe” You whimper pushing past him lightly.

Walking towards the door to leave your room.

Suddenly a bottle smashes right at your feet. Looking down to see glass everywhere.

“What the fuck” You shout.

“You make it so hard to stay with you y/n. Stop being such a good girl” Rafe yells back.

“Are you out of your mind?! You pushed me and threw a bottle at me cause I won't commit a crime” You shoot back.

He lets out a deep chuckle “No harm done”.

Rafe then walks past you out of your room. You follow behind him “The fuck does that mean” You ask confused.

He paused.

“You're not hurt so no harm done” Rafe grumbles.

“You hurt my ribs, Rafe. Harm was done” You let out a sob.

He turns around and gets closer, and you back up. He raised his hands in the air.

“Let me see. Take off your shirt” Rafe demands softly.

You slowly unbutton your blouse.

Revealing a bruised right where your tattoo for him sat. His hanwriting, from a first love note.

His eyes water and he gets closer “I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to” he cries.

You look away crying “C'mon let's get some fresh air” Rafe requests.

Getting closer and kissing your lips softly “I love you so much” Rafe wipes away your tears.

“I love you two” You weakly smile grabbing his hand. Both of you going to your front porch.

He digs out his pack off cigarettes, holding the pack out for you. you grab one and giggle.

you place it in between your lips and he lights it up with his lighter. you inhale and hold it for a second. then exhaling.

feeling a bit more calm already.

“Im sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten violent” Rafe apologizes.

“I started it” You giggle.

“True but I hurt you” Rafe laughs.

You inhale it once again “Wanna have some fun?” You ask as smoke exits your mouth.

“The day I say no. Kill me” He jokes.

“Im gonna finish this. Go get ready” You grin.

He bites his lip then walks away shaking his head and chuckling.

Once your finished your cigarette you go back into your house.

So much couldn’t have saved you from that night.

#rafe outer banks #obx smut #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x you #rafe x you #rafe smut #rafe obx

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angelhairpastawithherbs · 7 months

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So I've seen a few do it and basically you write all of the character's names from twisted wonderland and then everyone says the character your handwriting is most similar to, yay or nah?

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Sarah using Daddy’s typewriter

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DEeR DADdy-

MamA SAys it is OKaY iF I UsE YoUR typeWriTeR fOr WrItiNg yOU a LeTtEr.

mY HanWrItInG iS stIlL JAnKeY EtHaN says sO iF I TyPe iT yOu wILl rEad it BetTer.

I WeNt To plAy in The pArk toDay anD theRe wEre dUcks ThEre AnD wE GavE thEm sEeds.

I mIsS you So sO mUch. MaMa sAys yoU onLy hAve a Few mOre WeEks at tHe DoCtor pLace BeFoRe yOu cAn CoMe HoMe and I WiLl gIvE yOu So mAnY hUgs and a BiG kIss on yOuR FaCe.

mAma is SaD wHeN yOu aRe gOne so PlEase cOme HoMe SoOn.

LOve foR ALwAy -

SaRah BrUce

#Oops it got angsty #fic #au #Tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #Sarah Bruce

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hyuckieslove · 2 years

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hiiiiiii! (i really need to come up with a better greeting lmao) how was your day on a scale of one to ten? one being really bad, ten being really good. what's your favourite school subject and why? despite how much people hate it, I think mine would be math. might just be 'cause I hate my other teachers though. can you do lucas + beach please thank you

qotd - what's a language you want to learn why? i've been meaning to start learning wenzhounese, 'cause i want to learn another chinese dialect other than canto and mandarin, but it's not going very well lmao

also i realised i've been sending you a lot of asks so can I message you?? uwu

tw // ⚠️ ed ⚠️ //

hiiii! if i'm being honest, my day was a 2 :( i was at track practice (something i only do for the college credits) and i kinda collapsed and ended up in the hospital w an iv drip beacause i didn't eat anything all day and the was really pushing myself with running :( i honestly don't know how to feel abt that because the the part of my brain with actual common sense is saying i should just eat normally, but the anorexia riddled part of my brain is lowkey happy that i'm finally "sick" enough and i can be called "fragile". ik i should stop restricting, but i don't want to; earlier this summer i was eating okay, but then i got really guilty and started restricting even more because school is starting soon and i want to have and i want to look better than last year :( sorry i went on a rant there ╯︿╰

on a happier note, my favorite subject would be art! ig it's the only subject i wasn't forced to excel in, so i really just relaxed and did whatever i wanted :)

xuxi <33

qotd - not really, i'm pretty content with japanese and korean, but i'm still working on my japanese accent, hanwriting, and grammar; yk finishing touches with learning a language. it's really cool you know mandarin and canto tho! i tried learning canto, but gave up since it was pretty complicated 🥲

and ofc you can message me! i'd love to talk anytime :)

#tw : ed #tw ed vent #tw ed relapse #tw ed #tw anorexia #tw ana relapse #asks

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just-absolutely-super · 5 months

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Toddler crack

Mega: so Patvh doesn't hate math like you do Lan

Lan: I've noticed

Mega: but Remix is already asking me to teach him math, finally someone who understands

Lan: that might change as he gets older. That stuff might seem exciting now, but can be boring when he gets to Patch's age

Mega: nonsense! He's just like me! He'll love math when he's older too

Lan: if he's like you, then he'll suck at hanwriting too

Mega: hey!

Mega: Just face it that no one is going to hate math as much as you

Lan: I don't know why not. Math is the devil!

Mega: But it's essential. I mean, look at your job--

Lan: I'm a scientist

Mega: Who does engineering

Lan: Which is science, why do we keep having this argument?

Mega: Engineering is not--UGH! Forget it! I am NOT having this argument again!

#anon #responses #mmbn hc land #crack edition

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actionhero · 7 months

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Day 3 of our workshop with @hanwriting: freestyle embroidery on fabric or paper! I chose one of the photos I brought + a vintage postcard. So fun! After a day off practicing, I really liked working on paper. Later in the evening, we got to make fresh pasta. It was delicious🤤

#actionheroitaly #actionheropuglia

#acecampstravel

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foronceididntlookback · 10 months

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1 for the hanwriting ask!

#mutual vibe my beloved #ask game #handwriting ask game #shut it salem #i know i wrote it right but imagine if i spelled my url wrong lmao

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bvadiary23ekac · 1 year

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maximumpenguinmusic · 2 years

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Needle and Thread

#embroiderypatterns Han Cao, who is also known as hanwriting on her Instagram account, combines old vintage photographs with her chromatic embroidery.

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lovelydayintheneighborhood · 4 years

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Ambivalence (Jason Todd x Fem!reader)

Summary: Everyone gets the last words their soulmate will ever say to them seared onto their skin when they’re ten years old. Nobody thinks much of it, as it doesn’t help you find your soulmate. Until it’s too late.

You, one of Bruce Wayne’s many adopted children, are running around Gotham City as Batgirl, along with Robin, otherwise known Jason Todd.

EDIT: This series has been discontinued at Chapter 6.

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AU where soulmates have the last words they’ll ever say to each other appear somewhere on their bodies when they’re ten.

Rating: M

Warnings: Death, mention of violence.

A/N: ok so this is my pride and joy, and I would love it if y’all gave it a try and read it. There are 5 chapters so far, this is only the first one. If you’d like to read more chapters before I post them here, you can go find them on Wattpad or Ao3 under the name Perforabuntsaggittis!!

Chapter One

You were ten.

You screamed in pain as a set of words seared into your skin, blinding your vision.

When you woke up, the school nurse was staring down at you.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” You blinked.

“My head hurts.” She nodded and pointed to your arm.

“Your soul words knocked you out, sweetheart. It can be painful sometimes.” You gaped at your arm. Written on the inside of your wrist were the words “I’m not a stupid little boy anymore!”

Your brow furrowed as you thought of all the stupid little boys you knew. You huffed in irritation. There was no way any of them could be your soulmate.

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You were eleven.

Your parents had died in an “unfortunate” fire that had been started by one of the neighbors. It was cruel, but it was Gotham. Crazies were everywhere.

You weren’t going to sit around and let them have at all the innocents. So you checked the newspapers, looked for where the city’s caped crusader would be. One night, you waited in an alley that was commonly used for drug deals. The Bat was bound to show up.

You heard a whoosh and there he was, six feet of pure darkness and fear.

———

You were twelve.

Bruce had agreed to train you after some pestering, even adopted you, and since you’d taken up the mantle of Batgirl. You were sitting on the edge of a building, waiting.

Crash.

You perked up, and rolled your eyes at the shadowy lump that was Robin. While he was a year older than you, he was still new and that made him more inexperienced.

“Smooth.” He glared at you.

“Please. Bruce told me when you started out, you could barely stand upright, princess.” Your nostrils flared at the pet name. You could practically hear him smirking.

“At least I didn’t make stupid, rash, decisions and mess up the job,” you shot back. He didn’t seem the least bit perturbed.

“Aw, you know you love me, doll,” He winked. You scoffed. His ego was too big for his own good.

“In your dreams.”

“Mine or yours?” You balled your hands into fists at his remark.

“You are impossible!” His smile grew wider and he just looked at you. The comms buzzed to life a second later.

“Batgirl and Robin, report to the batcave.” You turned around and swung off into the night, without waiting for him to catch up.

———

You were thirteen.

You were propped up against the wall of the cave, while Alfred tended to your wounds. You had gone into a building full of thugs alone, and Bruce had just finished lecturing you. Jason had come down whilst Alfred finished up your stitches and left you two alone.

Jason sat across from you with his arms crossed and a blank expression on his face. You glared at him.

“What do you want?” you asked. He looked up at you, and narrowed his eyes.

“Nothing.” Your brows furrowed. There was no reason for him to sulk down here with you, he did it just the same whether you were around or not.

“Then why are you here?” He considered your facial features for a second.

“You shouldn’t have gone in there.” You snorted.

“This coming from the guy who jumps off of skyscrapers without a care in the world?” You said. “When you’re stupid and reckless everyone blows it off, but when I do it, it’s like the whole world blows up.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Robin’s supposed to do those things. You’re Batgirl, you’re supposed to be rational.” Your jaw dropped. The nerve of him.

“Are you serious? Because I’m Batgirl, I have to take all of the responsibility?” You were fuming. His eyes widened.

“No- that’s not-“

“Save it.” You jumped off the table and started to stomp off.

“Wait! I just-urgh!” He let out a frustrated growl. “It could’ve been worse.” You stopped in your tracks and turned around. Why would he care?

“What?” He wouldn’t look at you, but you pushed further. “Jason?” He finally glared at you.

“You just need to be more careful than that, alright?” Without another word, he stormed past you and up into the manor, leaving you standing there like a confused idiot.

——-

You were fourteen.

You were sitting on the couch listening to Alfred talk to Jason in the next room over. It was probably rude to eavesdrop, but Bruce was making you stay at the manor because of some assassin that had it out for you, and there was nothing else to do.

“And how have your nightmares been?” Alfred asked him. You looked up. Jason wouldn't want you to hear this; he rarely opened up to people. You stood up to leave.

“They’re getting better. Last night, instead of the usual, I dreamt of my soulmate.” Your chest tightened, and you froze.

“Oh?” Alfred said. “And what were they like?”

“She.. It was a girl, and she was.. beautiful.” Your heart twinged with jealousy. “But not because of her looks. Because she was willing to fight for everything she believed in, despite what’s happened to her. Her eyes were gentle, but still fierce. Her smile had the ability to light up an entire room, but when her teeth were bared she made people cower. Her words were honey, but her threats were ice. She was like… the perfect paradox. A total badass.”

There was a pause, and then Jason cleared his throat. You suddenly blushed, realizing that you’d been standing there the whole time. They couldn’t see you, though, and you relaxed a bit.

“Sorry, Alfie. It’s probably not even real,” he muttered, clearly embarrassed at letting himself ramble.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Master Jason. Soulmate’s have a way with one another.” You could hear the tiny smile in Alfred’s voice.

You silently crept out of the living room before you could hear anything else.

——-

You were fifteen.

Jason was seething at you on top of one of Gotham’s many run-down buildings. You’d both just fought a couple of thugs in an alleyway. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but he’d narrowly missed getting shot because he’d rushed straight into the line of fire, instead of taking out their guns first. You were scolding him while he paced the roof and tried to convince you he would’ve been fine.

“Robin, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to get yourself killed.” He balled his hands into fists and glared at you.

“I had everything under control! I knew they weren’t going to hit me!” You sighed exasperatedly and ran a hand through your hair. He was so hot headed sometimes.

“No, you were lucky. I thought you were going to get shot, Robin!”

“It’s not like it hasn’t happened before! I knew the risks. You can’t keep bossing me around, y/n. I’m not going to have you to look out for me forever!” he yelled at you. There it was. The thought that made you toss and turn in your sleep at night. The thought of Jason going away and nobody to protect him from his own recklessness.

You knew he was planning on going to the Middle East to find his biological mother. You had done everything you could to prolong it, but you knew it was going to happen sooner or later.

“Jason.. please don’t go. At least, not alone,” you pleaded softly. He turned away from you, and ran a hand through his hair.

“I can do it by myself.” You growled in frustration. Why couldn’t he just understand?

“No, you can’t. Let me help you!” You tried to keep your voice even, but it didn’t work. You threw your hands down to your sides in frustration.

“Why do you even care?” He snapped, crossing his arms.

“Because you rush into situations instead of planning them out. You’re going to do something that’ll get you hurt, or worse!” He let out an infuriated growl at that.

“It’s always ‘Jason, be careful’, ‘Jason, don’t be reckless’, ‘Jason, think first’!” He threw his hands up in the air. “I’ve had this planned out for awhile, y/n. I’m leaving tonight and you can’t stop me!”

“Jason, no!” You yelled at him as he crossed the roof of the building and got out his grapple.

“Stop worrying about me so much. I’m not a stupid little boy anymore!” He shouted, then swung off into the night. Your jaw tightened with fear and worry, then your whole body froze with realization. You tried to run after him, but he was already gone.

———

You and Bruce both searched for him, but by the time you found him, it was too late. You watched as Batman carried him out of the empty warehouse, bloody and broken. You watched as his breathing slowed, and then stopped altogether. You watched as the words on your arm slowly faded into a scar.

It felt wrong to be Batgirl without Robin. So you hung up your cape and donned a new mask, a new name. You stuck to the shadows like your father, never showing your face, never letting them see you. For that, they called you Ghost.

You distanced yourself from the rest of the family. You were angry with them, and with Bruce, but most of all, with yourself.

How come you didn’t notice? You knew it was inevitably going to happen, that there was no way to stop it, and yet it still haunted you. That you couldn’t see he felt the same way for you after all those years. And now it was lost.

Six months later, new soul words developed below your scar. You tried everything to make them go away, from tattoos to just plain cutting them off, but they always reappeared.

You didn’t want them, though.

You wanted him.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #ambivalence #oracle #batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #batgirl #robin #soulmate au #soulmates #hanwrites

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