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Does the Yoongi soulmate drabble/fic have angst? You write tantalising angst SO WELL, I can’t wait
You’re so nice oh my goodness 🥹 thank you for taking a moment to say such lovely things to me.
Does it have angst…
Hmmm I don’t know… like kind of? Maybe a little. I don’t want to give too much away 😜
But here. 🤗 Since you’re so sweet—have a random little snippet completely out of context.
#min yoongi#naked yoongi soulmate fic#min yoongi can really do it#thank you lovely Anon!#kindness vigilante#via💋viola#bts
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Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1
[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]
To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.
A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.
And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.
Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.
Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.
He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.
Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.
Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.
Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.
He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.
“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.
With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.
“You okay, kid?”
The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.
“Huh.”
The kid flinched.
“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”
Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.
“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”
“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”
Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.
“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”
“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”
“I also don’t hurt kids.”
“…”
The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.
“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”
“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.
“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”
“…”
Danny waited.
“Peters.”
“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.
“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”
“All of it.”
Peters stared.
Danny shrugged and started looting.
"Y'er so fuckin' weird."
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See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.
Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.
Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.
Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#DCxDP#dpxdc#jason todd#batman#crime alley#Danny: im gonna be an alcoholic#also Danny: a child needs help and I don’t drink anymore#Danny phantom’s saving people thing#drunk danny#alcoholic danny#but not for long#danny adopts jason todd#jason todd follows his big brother into being a vigilante#kind of#he becomes robin#but gets rescued by his long suffering brother every once and a while#alley drunk! Danny AU
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Prompt 131
Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault!
So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most.
A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people.
“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!”
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#What is up with the Kents cornfield that a spaceship with alien children has crashed there twice#Clark: Omg am I an older brother now?? What does an older brother do??#He's going to be so excited when the kids start flying too#Clark: I have eight whole siblings now!#The Kents will end up the most experienced couple in raising superpowered children#Clark: This is Jazz and Dan and Tucker and Danny and Sam and Valerie and Ellie and I love them#The Kents now have two ships hidden on their property lol#and a green glowing dog of some sort that came with one group#the phamily actually get to be kids and don't Have to be vigilantes or are parentified or anything and it's... actually kind of nice#It's peaceful#Ellie definitely doesn't hide the fact she's a clone#They're very limited when re-learning how to talk human language again#so they say some rather concerning things without giving any context for it#not that it isn't concerning even with context anyway lol#Ma and Pa kent nearly cry when they hesitantly ask if their names can be kent too#Clark cries when he goes to metropolis because the kids all cling and try to get him to stay
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Steph's Year of Recovery
So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.
He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.
Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.
Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.
He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)
Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)
The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.
She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.
He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.
...
Steph honestly loved her current life.
Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.
Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)
But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.
She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!
Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.
(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)
Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.
"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"
"..."
"What?" / "What?"
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Stephanie Brown#Stephanie Browns Death#Steph actually did die to Black Mask#Dr Leslie didn't manage to save her but did manage to bring her back#How she did it is up to you#But because if that Steph needs Physical Therapy and Treatments only found in Amity#Amity is also secluded enough that Batman won't find them there#Steph knows she died but is willfully ignoring it to the point of almost repressing it#Especially because she doesn't know how she came back to life#She doesn't like that her brand new friends are also Vigilantes because being a Vigilante is what got her killed#She doesn't want them to die like she die#She doesn't want to lose her new friends#Trauma#Steph is Traumatized#Also all of them are 17 in this#Stephs age when she died is very vague but 17 is the most reliable middle ground#So the Trio has been Vigilantes for 3 years now#They know what they are doing and have a system so they can share the workload#Sam and Tucker still have their powers#So they can help Danny with the workload#Idk if Steph would develop Powers from the Treatment or her Resurrection but I kind of like the idea#Also yes this is Poly Eternal Trio + Steph cause she deserves happiness#I NEED more Steph Ships cause she deserves more attention
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I finished pasta power man, it's really good. I like the bosses a lot.
#Pizza tower#Pepperman#The Noise#The Vigilante#Fake Peppino#I don't know if I should draw the final boss he's kind of a spoiler#my art
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Still Alive (But Barely Breathing)
If someone had told Red Hood that he was going to climb through the wrong window at one of his many safe houses, he’d have laughed and flipped them off. Not just because it probably would have been the Demon Brat saying it and disregarding the little fucker would certainly get under his skin. And piss off Bruce. No. Jason was definitely too careful to make a mistake like that.
Well, until tonight.
To be fair, he had been shot. Twice. A through and through in his side, hopefully not damaging anything important, and once in the arm. But that might’ve been a graze. Going by pain, it hurt less than his side. Somewhere between “I need a bandaid” and “stepping on an infinite number of Legos with sharp teeth” on the pain scale. Honestly, he didn’t even want to look until he was safe. It’s not a problem if I can’t see it. And he was currently not safe judging by the sword the resident of this apartment held at his throat.
The first thing he noted was that she wasn’t afraid. In fact, she seemed hella pissed. Her beautiful blue eyes flashed in the moonlight. Most people, when they saw the helmet, along with his stature (Dickface said he was built like a tank) and intimidating presence, well, they got a little scared. This woman stood resolute, calm and determined in the face of danger. She had the presence of an Amazonian warrior. Now, Jason wasn’t much of a betting man, but he’d have put money down on her winning this fight.
Too many voices were vying for dominance in his mind. A part of him thought that if he could get the sword away from his throat, he stood a fighting chance of getting away. Another part considered his injuries. He was lightheaded already which was not a good sign. He needed to get out of here and get help fast. Another part geeked out over the sword. It was exquisite. This woman really had taste. The ornate filigree handle looked like a Swiss rapier, circa late 1600s. But the blade was not fragile like a rapier. In fact, it looked more like a sturdy longsword. Like she had taken pieces of history and meshed them together to create a sword that was beautiful but deadly. Another very small voice thought she was beautiful. He tried to ignore the last one it definitely wouldn’t help him here and hatch a plan to escape. She stepped further into the moonlight and all thoughts flew out of his head. He could have sworn her eyes were ice blue. Now they were a familiar bright green; practically glowing. Where had he seen that color before?
Trying to think made his head all fuzzy. Oh well. Time for some introductions. He felt like a seasoned warrior out to meet a new friend or foe. Attempting to speak felt like an impossible task.
“Hi.” He choked out, his voice gravelly and menacing with the helmet on.
“Hi Mister Red Hood!” A boy’s voice rang out from behind the woman. Oh shit. There was a kid. How did he not see a kid? Why was there a kid here?! He glanced around and noticed the sparse furniture along with a few moving boxes stacked in the corner. He… did he have the wrong apartment? This was his safe house in the Narrows. As far as he knew, no one lived on his floor or in the apartments above or below his. That’s what made this safe house perfect. It was convenient. It was safe.
The woman whispered something to the boy. He couldn’t tell if the words she spoke in a foreign yet all too familiar language were what made his blood run cold. Or the rapid blood loss was getting to him. Right. He needed help. Now. That forced him back into focus. He could feel his thoughts slowly slipping away. He grabbed onto the edge of the windowsill he’d just climbed through, grunting in pain at the sudden gush of blood coming from his side.
The woman tentatively lowered her sword, concern etched on her face. Good. This was good. He was… what was he doing? A wave of dizziness washed over him and he fell backward onto the floor. Black started forming around the edges of his vision. The woman rushed to his side and leaned over him. Her touch was light as she quickly assessed his wounds. Her hair enveloped his vision, so all he could see was her beautiful face. She was talking to him, face to face, er well, helmet, but he couldn’t hear her. Her voice distorted and muffled.
His last thought was, “Damn she’s pretty.” Before succumbing to sleep.
#yes he said that out loud#Danny’s like eww that’s my mom#Jazz is freaking out#she’s kind of having a rough day#she just fled Amity Park with a deaged Danny#hadn’t lived in Gotham for a week before a vigilante climbed through her bedroom window#I’m actually trying to write this#we’ll see how it goes#Dan is going to be in it#hardcover ship#anger management ship#danny phantom#jazz fenton#dp x dc crossover#trying to plan it out more#I haven’t decided if Vlad is going to be redeemed or not#what do you think?#be gentle#I break easily#still deciding who all will be in it#if anyone has any ideas I’m all ears#queen regent jazz#ghost king Dan#it’s a shared title#they both hate it#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp au
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Vigi gets drunk
yt link under the cut
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#Pizza Tower#The Vigilante#Noisette#PT CheeseCake#I animated this#Vigi is the kind of person who tells his crush everything
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I think a massive facet of Tim's secret identity should be that everyone in Gotham knows that if Tim had Bat Skills, he would simply be a benevolent supervillain instead. A feral little gremlin who would take out the kneecaps of every boomer trying to embezzle charity funds. Like, this is the bitch that's constantly ready to fight God in a Denny's parking lot. He would be out there committing murder every time someone tried to rezone Gotham's voting districts again; he'd just show up in their dark living room with anime eyeshine like, "oh? And you thought you could get away with this? 🔪"
#tim drake#red robin#batman#dc comics#batfam#original#his public persona is so unhinged#so is his hero-to-hero and hero-to-villain vigilante persona#the only facet of tim drake that appears largely sane is his civillian-facing red robin persona#and that's bc he's holding onto his self restraint with both hands#so anyway he's so feral on social media#especially to other rich bitches and corporations who think they can get away with disenfranchising people#tell me he doesn't have regular twitter beef with lex luthor#what gothamite could look at this bitch and be like#'yeah if he knew 28 kinds of martial arts and weapons fighting i think he'd use it Normally and Responsibly'#everyone knows tim drake would have half his own board's heads on spikes on the lawn of wayne enterprises#if only he wasn't a pale noodle-armed child who definitely couldn't get away with murder bc he'd film it on instagram live /s
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ok here's the thing. as much as drag queen!dick grayson is a FULLY developed thing in my head. i have no CLUE what her drag name would be. i've thought about it so so sooooo hard and nothing sounds right.
i don't think it would be something close to his actual name or vigilante persona. i haven't fully established this in a post yet, but in my head, the drag is not associated with dick or nightwing whatsoever. it's a completely separate 3rd identity he lives with, so it's gotta be something different.
(taking suggestions if anyone has any)
#being a socialite AND a vigilante is hard work. the man needs some place to do something fun. so drag it is#also still so so so open to any ideas people have about drag!dick. i've got a few things in my inbox to get through atm#but i will 100% get around to any ideas/headcanons/whatever people have if u send an ask#i do plan on doing some kind of post about the specifics of his drag in the future too. if i remember#dick grayson#nightwing#robin#dc batman#dc comics#dcu#dc#batboys do drag#gothihop speaks
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lots of small thingies :-)
#idk what to tag this with like. its kind of art i guess!!!#pizza tower#pizzahead#pizza tower spoilers#gun tw#the first one is a credits scene redraw pls#the noise#noisette#the vigilante#peppino spaghetti
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would just like to send my appreciation for The Alpha!! i ate that shit up and we ended on such a cliffhanger when he found out it was *her* all along. if you don’t have anymore plans of writing this i completely understand!! i just wanted to give the story a shoutout bc i love it so so much
🤗 Gah! Thank you anon! The Alpha… that story is my baby. I mean I know exactly what happens and for two years it’s just been a little hole in my heart. I’m glad it wasn’t TOO much of a cliffhanger lol—I mean at least she’s safe. But I can’t tell you what it means to hear that people still love it after all this time. I’ve never written anything that inspired so much passion in myself or in the people I shared it with. I do want to finish it. I think I need to finish it in some ways… We shall see! In the meantime, thank you so much for coming to talk to me about my work! Feedback feeds my motivation and I am eternally grateful…
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A tale as old as time: a brilliant chase between a sly phantom thief and a—hey wait a minute!
Phantom Thief!Shuichi Saihara and Detective!Kokichi Ouma for my fic, [He Lies in Spades].
Where in Shuichi is a daring yet methodical phantom thief/vigilante dead set on exposing the truth and Kokichi is the eccentric, genius detective hot on his tail!
(reuploaded because I realized that my PT!Saihara looked too similar to a few PT!Ouma's, my bad! New design has more of a detective trench coat vibe befitting of our retried private eye!)
#saiouma#oumasai#saiou#shuichi saihara#kokichi ouma#phantom thief!shuichi saihara#detective!kokichi ouma#spoilers#danganronpa v3#drv3 spoilers#drv3#Shuichi is a bit of a vigilante in this as well—though not the beat 'em up kind#trying to take down corrupt businesses through the act of theft and lies#give shuichi his chapter 6 confidence levels and he's literally unstoppable#buddy thinks hes slick#Kokichi is thrilled to track down a phantom thief#Since his thief doesn't like to leave a lot of clues behind Kokichi is going to have to think outside the box to catch his man#and maybe fall in love in the process??#Oh yeah Shuichi is also an ex-private investigator#We Love Ourselves a Turn Coat
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thinking abt this a lot rn, so like what kind of metal are the electric cars in gotham made of bc now im thinking abt how the old cars were less crushable so the people got crushed instead, so like are the cars just modern cars with old body look? also is there a market for them outside of gotham?
yeah they're fully modern aside from looking Like That, the range probably actually suffers a bit because modern cars all look the same for a reason (minimizing drag). i assume there'd be a market outside gotham but within gotham there's probably more financing options courtesy of wayne capital which makes them more ubiquitous.
#original#ficblogging#and who knows what kinds of transit options are available in other cities with their own pet billionaire vigilantes
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The one where Bruce is the asshole (again)
So! We have a typical story where the JLA finds out about the Situation in Amity.
Whichever way they find out doesn't matter, but either way they end up sending Batman to do a threat analysis and review of whether this requires their attention.
And while there, he runs into a Kid who obviously needs to be saved from his Abusive Home. Look at him, he's far too thin, his grades are horrible, he has many unexcused absences, and he has bruises hidden under his clothes.
Even after figuring out that Danny is Phantom the local Hero, he thinks Danny needs to be saved from his Parents.
I mean, it's plain to see! They Hates Ghosts with a Passion, negelct their son very often, shoot at him nearly every day, and are probably the ones who killed him in the first place!
So, with no input from Danny himself, Bruce calls CPS on the Fentons and uses his Wealth to expedite the process and avoid the actual Investigation. (I mean, why would you even need one? It's so obviously a bad home!)
The Fenton's are arrested, and Bruce reveals that Danny is Phantom to convince the Courts that they are horrible people for shooting at their own son, and that they should be locked up (ignoring the horrified looks on their faces, probably cause they were living with a Ghost for so long, thats probably why).
He immediately offers to adopt Danny, even when Danny vehemently refuses his offer. He knows that Danny will come around to it, he's doing this for his own good. He still thinks his Parents were good people, and not thr Villains they really were.
Meanwhile Danny's life has been completely uprooted thanks to the self-righteous machinations of an Adoption Crazed Fruitloop! And not even the usual one!
Sure his parents were often busy with their work, but they Always set aside time to hang out with their kids and make sure they were okay. They never abused him, the neglect was only for like a month or two when the portal before they got their act together and apologized for it, and (most importantly) THEY DIDN'T KNOW he was a Halfa when they shot at him! They only found out when the ASSHOLE revealed his Identity in Court!
And Danny is Extra enraged by that part. The Adoption Crazed Fruitloop had revealed his secret identity for the ENTIRE WORLD TO HEAR!
He would never be able to live a normal life anymore, even if he managed to get away from the Moron who caused all this!
Bruce Wayne was a Villain in his eyes.
He ripped him from his home and from his family (basically kidnapped), revealed his identity to the world so he was forced to stay with him for fear of the GIW, and spun the whole story so that it looked like he was the Good Guy in this!?
It was official. Danny Hates Bruce Wayne, possibly more than anyone else in the World.
And that's a High Bar.
#Dp x dc#Dpxdc#Dc x dp#Dcxdp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Danny is enraged right now#It's not also not a “petty revenge” kind of rage#It's a “I will rip apart your entire life before doing the same to your very body” kind of rage#Bruce thinks he's the good guy in all this#He only exploited bis wealth to control the Courts#And forced a Family to be split up while taking the one that fit his preferences for himself#And revealed the identity of a Teenage Vigilante to the entire world basically condemning him if he ever leaves the Manor again#Also revealing him to the Government Organization that has dedicated its very existence to murdering him and his entire Race#He's the Good Guy no doubt about it#Jason disagrees#He can see exactly how much hatred Danny has in his eyes when he looks at Bruce#He sympathizes#Danny will probably try to murder Bruce in his sleep#The League thinks Batman found an abused child and took him in#They only know what Bruce told them but when the Question comes forward with the evidence from his OWN investigation?#Well...questions will be raised
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Watching your pain
Danny was born with synesthesia, something he was not diagnosed with until he became a ghost. He was simply not aware that others do not experience reality in the same way that he does.
He had the quality of being able to see sounds and feelings. The first time he found out about it was during her battle with Ember, when he noticed small colored ghosts that were screaming, but when he mentioned it to the ghost she just looked at him in confusion.
The second time was when his parents yelled at Phantom, and he saw a distorted version of his fears in the air before running away.
The third time was when he developed his wail, the vision of the portal over the sound waves was too much and he decided to tell Jazz, who told him about the condition, telling him that she expected it, taking into account that the condition was hereditary and Jack Fenton had a lighter version of it by seeing colored numbers in his equations.
Now, his condition wasn't common, but it wasn't that strange either. However, sometimes he would see things that he wondered if they were private.
That's why after moving to Gotham he couldn't help but want to comfort Red Hood after watching him yelling at Batman. The blurry shadow of an injured boy in colorful clothing kept flashing in his mind.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#danny fenton#dc x dp#jason todd#red hood#batman#Danny really wants to help Hood#But saw the scene by accident#and he don't know how to approach him#He started leaving some things for him#mostly medical supplies where he knew the vigilante would look#Jason was confused by the random civilian that is extremely kind with him#Danny can literally watch the flowers around him#dead on main#jason todd x danny fenton#Danny wants to heal Hood hurted world#He want to help Batman too#The man is extremely sad#but the hurted one was his priority first#synesthesia
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~Anything you can do I can do better.~
Decided to spend waaaay too much time on @tricoufamily's Duo Challenge instead of writing. This was an awesome challenge and now I want to make a couple of scenes with these sims! 😆
[more info below!]
The Plot:
Half-siblings Dillon and Addy have spent their entire lives in competition with each other. The children of infamous crime leader, Leigh Caldwell, they've devoted themselves to earning her favor, and becoming criminals worthy of the Caldwell name (although they constantly fight over how to go about any mission they share).
Dynamic: Sibling Rivalry
Genre: Crime
Sim 1 - Dillon Levin-Caldwell
Trait: Gloomy
Hair Color: White
Hair Length: Extra Long
Extra: Long Face (did my best 😅)
Sim 2 - Addison "Addy" Diaz-Caldwell
Trait: Kind
Hair Color: Unnatural
Hair Length: Long
Extra: Vitiligo
#i had *so* much fun with them i think they're great#i feel like addy tends to fall more into a “vigilante” type than a criminal because of her kind nature#she winds up using the entire criminal organization in a good way#or something like that the kind trait was throwing off my plot lol but that's what makes the challenge fun!#the white hair *could* be dyed#but i like to think that he got the “hair goes white early” gene#yeah anyway this was really fun and i want to do another one now 😁#sims 4#ts4#sims 4 cas#ts4 cas#sims 4 challenge#sims 4 cas challenge#ts4 challenge#ts4 cas challenge#duo challenge#dillon levin-caldwell#addy diaz-caldwell
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