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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 20 days

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DPXDC prompt: Spiritual Siblings

Bruce: My assassin kid can't be that normal!

Damian: Well, I’m completely emotionally stable by Amity Park standards. The problem is with you. Obviously.

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Damian had long found peace and home in Amity, so he did not worry that the new family and Gotham might not accept him.

Sure, Al Ghul had lived without any contact with his biological father all these years but he could safely say that he had a happy childhood. First years were hard and he was raised more as a weapon than a human being. Even so, after that a ghost who decided to become his brother appeared and everything changed.

Damian still does not know what Ra's owes Phantom but Danny has a right to take him, without prior notification, to live with Fentons, to visit Aunt Alicia at her farm, and to make Vlad’s weekends much less calm and boring. Danny jokes that he just steals him as a hostage when Al Ghul does not pay taxes for using Lazarus Pits. Whatever the reason, he already has a family that loves him.

However, he still wanted to make an effort to fit in this one too. The model of conduct certainly was his older brother. No, not the oldest, of course. To be honest Dan wasn’t the kind of a man that could charm you from the first minute. But Danny, in Damian’s experience, had a calming effect on people. So he tried to act like him.

And, yeah, for lack of experience, he was more fun!Danny at home and super!Danny on patrol but he also really tried not to get any of his own assassin personality in his new-self and was tired of it. He couldn’t get a 100% match. Fine. Still doesn’t look like anyone in this house really likes him, so whatever.

Damian understood why Bruce didn't like his company. Jazz had long ago explained to him the importance of voluntary consent. His mother did a terrible thing. Al Ghul was not a child and therefore he was ready to admit it. However, he also understood that children were not responsible for the actions of their parents.

As a biosocial being, he wanted to be more than just a painful reminder of what had happened to Bruce. Wayne's ignoring of his existence was rude. But Damian wouldn't force this man to spend time with him just because he was legally obligated to take care of his well-being. He wasn't going to prove anything to Batman, and he definitely didn't need his attention. The care of his real family is enough.

But Damian really tried to get along with new potential siblings. He even shared Sam's and Danny’s special jokes with some of adopted kids 'cause he didn’t want them to feel like he put himself above them. He wasn't good at showing emotions but he was as open as the assassin could afford to be to strangers.

But they all obviously expected something from him. And it reminded him of the League in an unpleasant way. It was easier with Fentons. Almost everyone in Amity Park was saying what they thought, and Damian didn’t have to waste time decoding potential conspiracies.

Damian missed movie marathon nights with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. And he hoped Dani had time to bother Vlad in his absence.

It was so weird here. When Danny and Valerie were fighting, they would gather at the dinner table anyway. When Damian wanted to have combat training with Drake here, he was forced to stay in his room. A very strange punishment. And undeserved one too.

Al Ghul felt quite calm and fine sitting at his easel and painting the people he left behind. An unusual subject for his paintings. But, Ancients, he missed Amity.

He missed Jack's bone breaking hugs, Maddie's Ecto-Contaminated food, arguments of Sam and Tucker, cozy art class with Mr. Baxter and even Vlad's done look. He missed Danny telling him about the stars. He also missed sword practice with Dan's boyfriend Fright Knight and he missed Dan's stories about his other youth. He missed literary evenings with Mr. Lancer, Clockwork and Ghost Writer. He even missed the hours-long Jazz lectures. He missed the dance of death and life. He missed being looked at without expecting anything from him. He missed the crowd. In the league, he was never at one with himself and in Amity he was always surrounded by people who were not afraid of his fate as the heir to the said League. This Manor was full of people, but for the first time in his life he felt lonely. Damian has to admit that he felt left behind. Of course, he understood that people needed time to build relationships, but he could have sworn that even he didn't need that much time to connect with Fentons. Maybe this is one of the tricks of the Clockwork? Then this one is not funny at all.

~~~~~Phone call~~~~ Damian: Mom, I want to go home. Maddie: I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. What happened? Damian: Just…Nobody likes me. Why was I sent here? I'm not weak. And my brothers are quite capable of protecting me from Raas. I don't need Batman for this. Maddie: We'll figure it out, champ. Moms love you, remember? I'll talk to Talia, okay? Your brothers and sisters are already on edge and ready to steal you right during the patrol. Damian: It would be nice, but it would put a bat on their tails. So lock them in thermoses if they bother you too much. Maddie: But that won't stop Jazz. Damian: I missed the part where that's my problem. Maddie: Well, it will be your problem if she comes to your doorstep with your childhood photos and moralizing.

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It's his birthday. And he was always excited about it. But now, looking at the pile of gifts, he realizes that these people don't know him at all.

And this is the family of the best detective in the world? Maybe yes, but none of them bothered to really find info about him or ask him about his likes. Damian's a stranger here, and that's obvious.

The lunch container, which he will obviously give to the Boxing Lunch when he's in the right time interval, tennis rackets that Youngblood might like, The Graveyard Book…

Valerie had already read it to him and Dani before it was published. Thanks to Clockwork for his little miracles. The book reminded him of home.

Obviously this one is from Jason. And well, Damian doesn't think it was a pun on his life in Amity, more like Hood's inside joke about death but Dami will definitely leave this thing in the room at the Manor and maybe take it with him to the GZ or Amity Park.

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When they gather at the festive table, Damian realizes that he has to make some kind of speech. He tries to be as brief as possible in his report.

Damian: Todd, your gift is appreciated. And I found a potential use for items that were given by others, Bruce.

Damian never called Batman his father. With Maddie and Talia, calling both moms wasn't weird, especially when Jazz explained to his biological mom that he wasn't trying to replace her. But with Wayne, it was different. Both women took care of him, they deserved this title. Wayne provided for his needs, but his core heart didn't feel like they were close. Surely there's nothing wrong if they're just Bruce and Damian? Obviously, they both don't enjoy each other's company.

Jason: So, do you like books, little demon? Damian: Sometimes reading is quite relaxing, I should point out. I'm not indifferent to Stephen King and Lovecraft. Jason: Personal recommendations? Damian: Cujo is one of my favorites. Jason: Not a common opinion, huh. Damian: It reminds me of my family. Damian tries to smile like Danny does, but Jason's twitching eye clearly indicates that he screwed it up.

~~~~Dick and Jason synchronously drop their forks as an excuse for a conference under the table.~~~~ Dick*whispers*: How's the situation? Jason*whispers back*: If the boy asks for a dog, don't be fooled. He will be happy to dance on our graves.

~~~~Cass knocks over their heads, urging them to return to their seats.~~~~

Damian: So how good you are at fading and sliding,Todd? Jason: Why did you ask? I can't, of course. Damian: Because you're dead. It seemed to me that this was a completely understandable interest. Jason: Wow, what a jerk. Damian: I wonder why your own incompetence makes me a jerk? Even my sister could do this when she wasn't dead for even a month.

Jason, for some reason, looks awkward, although he has never been embarrassed before by the idea that a girl could be stronger than him.

Jason: Your sister? How old was she when... So it's all about age. Damian rolls his eyes.

Damian: We're the same age. It seems like it was four or five years ago. To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't around then. I'll ask Danielle the next time I go to the cemetery to visit her. Dick: I'm so sorry, Dami. Where is she buried? We can take you. Damian: There's no need. She has no grave, as there was nothing to bury. Bruce sighs loudly and covers his eyes with his hands. Damian: It's just easier to contact the afterlife in places like this, you now? Duke: We are very sorry, dude. Damian: Don't be. People come and go, and then come back if they haven't finished annoying you. There's no point in regretting the past. Her creation was not the most ethical thing but everything is going as it should. At least that's what Grandpa says. Considering that the old man is older than time, I prefer to believe him. No one plays with fate without his permission unless they want to get hit by the clock. Tim now looks like he's going to throw up and Damian hurries to move his plate closer to him. Jason: Yes, Bruce, this is definitely your son. Damian: Did I say something wrong? Dick smiles faintly at him but still doesn't find anything to say. Damian shrugs and goes back to eating asparagus. People outside of Amity are so weird.

Signal looks at Damian suspiciously as he carefully rearranges the plate of soy sausages away from himself. Did he take him for an idiot? Everyone knows that even vegetarian sausage bite and fight no worse than those with meat when they come back to life. It's not Damian's fault that he doesn't have an ectoblast with him and wants to have extra distance from the opponent.

~~~At the same time, in the walls of Wayne Manor~~~ Dani: The operation codenamed "Get Haunted Idiot" is declared open. Danny and Dan *salute*.

~~~Several Days Later~~~

Damian: So, this is Dan. Danny says we keep him as a GIW repeller. Dick: And Danny and Dan are.. Jazz: His brothers. I'm Jazz by the way. Elle and I are his sisters. Damian: I feat the criteria to participate in their name cult, so they took me. Dan, Danny, Dani and Dami. Dan *ruffles Damian's hair* : I prefer to call this biting threat Damn, to be honest. Dami: Shut up, DaNtE, they almost wrote Dark in your passport, you idiot. I can't believe I thought I missed you. Danny: Wow. Rude. Your grandpa would be disappointed. Great job, lil one.

~~~Several years later~~~

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batrogers · 3 months

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So, which Links pay their taxes, for real?

This is a somewhat fast and loose approximation of my recall of historical taxes, who paid them (or didn’t) and how, how they were collected and from whom, and what kind of taxation was even possible under different governments. This is pulled from a couple decades of study into historical society and books I’ve read on feudalism, the social duties of knights, and government structure and instability in both medieval Europe and the Ottoman Empire, among others.

Notes on organization:

1. While this is a response to a Linked Universe post, I am going per game not per Link because a few games must be split. The implications about taxes are drastically different between LttP & LbW, and Minish Cap & FSA. I also wished to include Spirit Tracks bc it’s fun. I am not linking the inspiring post, because I don't believe in attacking people for a ten minute list just because it twigged my history brain.

2. I am excluding games in which Link is not implied to be a tax-paying resident of the country he’s in, so Majora’s Mask, Oracle of Ages & Seasons, and Phantom Hourglass are not included.

3. There are usually overlapping taxes in a society. Here I will mostly address taxes on residents, on vocations or landownership, whether they can pay in coin or in kind, and if they have a household that would pay tax for them.

4. I have placed Hyrule Warriors in Child Timeline here for a few reasons, mostly related to army structure implications, the martial norms of the game and the two preceding ones (large standing armies in FSA and HW; mentions of “prolonged wars” and very military flavoured royal regalia in Twilight Princess.) Obviously this doesn’t strictly mean anything or oblige agreement, but its my habit to do so and I wished to explain the choice.

I apologize so much for how long this is. If you wish to read it in a different format, it's also on AO3. This is 2000+ words. I suppose if you click, I hope you enjoy.

A note on Knighthood:

Knights were a specific, highly trained profession often (but not always) associated with landownership, either someone who was in the household of the landowner, or who was the landowner themself. The trappings of knighthood (weapons, armour, and horse) were quite expensive and belonging to a family of knights implies a specific degree of social status in and of itself.

While a sovereign can in theory bestow any title they want on anyone at any time, usually this requires that there be some service rendered for which this is a gift. (Fucking them, or just being hella attractive, counts.) Because of this, there is a wide variety of things “Knight” can mean, but here we will presume it means some degree of professionalism and attachment to a social status that is both someone who collects taxes from subjects and pays them to a sovereign in turn.

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Skyward Sword =

There is no evidence of centralized government in Skyward Sword, therefore the taxes are going to whoever is in charge of the settlement. They were likely paid in kind (material goods), although Skyloft does have coin. Given we know who’s basically running Skyloft, we can guess they were paid to Gaepora, and at least one tax-funded organization: the Knight’s Academy.

Did students pay taxes? Graduates might be exempt from some taxes if still in service to the city. Afterwards, given he’s usually presumed to be married to Zelda, we can say Link is either paying taxes (or hearing about it personally at dinner), and/or helping collect and distribute taxes to others.

Or, even funnier, setting taxes on the new community because they need supplies to build it.

Minish Cap =

There is a central government in Minish Cap, because they have a monarch! This is probably a small territory: some “kings” have a few villages and fields and that’s it, but it is a castle which requires taxed goods to function because it’s not producing its own.

Link’s grandfather is a blacksmith, and also alive therefore if the census tax is paid per household, Link has nothing to do with it. If its paid per business, he’s an apprentice or employee so it’s still paid by his grandfather. Depending on which taxes were being paid when, they might pay coin or in kind (eg. Labour or goods produced.) While people absolutely did lie and cheat and not pay taxes, I expect the con artistry didn’t involve “refunds” in a modern sense, but that’s probably tax history specialization territory...

Four Swords =

This game doesn’t have enough of a framing story to comment on its social structures, but is superficially similar enough to Minish Cap we can assume the situation matches.

Ocarina of Time =

We literally see Talon paying his taxes in kind in the game. Like, you can’t pay milk as a lump sum so delivering it reliably to the castle could be counted towards his taxes, or he’s getting paid enough for it that will be paying for it later. Either way, supplies are delivered from Lon Lon Ranch by its owner who is still alive after the game and presumably will continue to be responsible for it until he is no longer owner of Lon Lon Ranch.

(Malon likely is a valid heir to Lon Lon Ranch. There is no reason to assume marriage affects her legal claim to Lon Lon Ranch. It is not common for a woman to lose her property in marriage – British law is the exception to historical norms – so even if Talon died she could still be sole and/or primary owner of Lon Lon Ranch, whether or not she is married.)

Link starts out the game not even on a Hyrulean census, with no property to his name, and no social connections. He is not paying taxes because he does not legally exist. Until he is counted on a poll as a resident of either Castletown or Lon Lon Ranch, and until he’s considered an adult (usually by means of acquiring personal property or skill of any value) he’s unlikely to be taxed.

Now, if we include into the assumed connections to the Hero’s Shade who died in elaborate plate mail we get a very different answer. Someone who owns elaborate plate mail of that sort has significant money. He may have received it as a gift for service to the crown, but if so it likely wasn’t the only gift. Plate mail is often associated with knights; a knight of some consequence is likely attached by some means or another to property. Knights under a King usually collected taxes for them... So, in a world where Link has platemail and is a valued knight of the Hylian Crown he may also, like Skyloft, be the person collecting taxes to pass them on. Whether or not that means he now technically owns Lon Lon Ranch by means of owning the land it’s on.... I leave that up to you.

Wind Waker =

Outset Island most likely operates like Skyloft: there is a headman or prominent family who collects surplus to give as aid, either in terms of money or food or services. Within that space, Link living with an invalid grandmother and also underage sister was probably one of those families receiving surplus as social support, possibly on top of whatever his grandmother was still capable of in her old age.

However, Link is implied post-game to leave with Tetra. What taxes did a ship and its crew owe? Harbour dues, customs, and other duties! This varied a lot and was usually addressed whenever someone docked at a controlled port. Often questions were asked about where the materials came from, more or less scrupulously. Sometimes people cared if you just happened to have something without a sound origin, that you had taken from someone else... like we see Tetra’s crew doing in-game...

It may indeed be possible Tetra (and her crew) are wanted for tax evasion and Link gets to be included in that, whatever his age.

Spirit Tracks =

This boy works for the centralized government’s transit system. If he doesn’t pay taxes, it’s because he doesn’t owe taxes because he’s working a tax-funded job and likely has been since he was an apprentice. He is possibly also union and knows the local tax law in extremely nuanced detail. He will judge you for not paying your taxes.

Twilight Princess =

The start of the story is also framed around the village blacksmith making some kind of tax-like offering to the royal family and setting Link up to take it. This is likely not a normal tax, but it does tell us that Ordon Village is considered a designated social unit within Hyrule and therefore we may assume that “Ordon Village” is a taxable entity in its own right. Link, as a resident of Ordon Village, would pay his portion of the village’s tax to the Mayor who arranged for its delivery. If Link marries Ilia, you can expect once again this is someone who either hears about taxes over dinner, or is helping collect them.

If Link leaves and moves to Castle Town, he’d have the joys of all the things large city residents pay for, up front or not, that village residents who are not transporting food and goods long distances but those will be sales and customs taxes, not per-person taxes based off the census or his vocation.

Four Swords Adventures [Game + Comic] =

Link’s family is explicitly positioned as either a knight family, or a legacy castle guard family with close personal ties to the royal family. He also has a living father, who is implied to survive the game/comic. As such, with Link a minor, he’s not paying taxes because he’s not liable for taxes. He also may be paying taxes by means of collecting taxed goods from the lands over which his family has ownership and paying a portion of that income to the Crown themselves.

Interesting, this could also tie into something I’ll mention in more detail below but one form of “evading taxes” can be “refusing to do labour.” If he is from a family whose young men are supposed to provide service to the Crown in the form of military labour, “leaving” is a crime.

Hyrule Warriors =

In this game, Link explicitly starts as a base soldier. It is possible for soldiers to be a form of population tax (and/or control) especially in larger kingdoms or empires. He likely did receive regular pay, but he might also have been considered legal property of the Kingdom, eg a slave. Either way, his upkeep was entirely from the taxes that went into the coffers, whether it was in food or kind. Post-game, he’s likely been involved in rebuilding which again would be in large part executed by taxed goods and labour. He might even be part of the apparatus collecting or setting taxes, especially if he becomes close with Zelda herself.

Link to the Past =

Link is explicitly stated to belong to a knight family, with an adult family member who is (arguably) alive at the end of the game. If he is paying taxes, he’s paying them from taxes paid to his family. Not paying your taxes as a knight family is infinitely more suspicious than not paying them as an individual, because then your monarch wonders what you’re using that money for. Is it rebellion? It better not be rebellion.

Link Between Worlds =

THIS Link is a Blacksmith apprentice. He does not have any known adult family. He may be assessed as part of the household he is apprenticed to; he might be assessed as independent depending on his age and where he is in his training and what the local tax law looks like. If there is a guild he may be assessed by means of his membership... but that may also be a separate tax from what he’s paying per the census. He could likely avoid it altogether, because he’s not exactly important at this age and social rank.

Ravio, on the other hand, is in some way involved with the Royal Family of Lorule (Hilda is personally betrayed he left.) However, Lorule is a failed state. There is no means by which they can collect taxes, nor distribute them... which is likelywhy Hilda has no control over her guards. (People aren’t very obedient when not getting paid.) Recovery to a state where taxation is reliable and people feel it’s worth doing will be a long road.

Zelda I & II =

Same as above: Hyrule is a failed state, at best in the process of recovery in Zelda II. People likely do not trust the tax collectors who do exist to pay their dues to the Crown vs keeping it for themselves. This is a matter of power rules. Link, a minor with no property, is likely of zero interest to anyone unless they sell children. In Zelda II, where he lives close enough to approach Impa with a question, he may be paying taxes if he has a vocation or he may be helping work in the castle, which brings us back to he’s collecting, distributing and/or paid by taxes.

BOTW & TOTK =

Hyrule here is NOT a failed state because they do not have a central government attempting to exert control. Here, things are more like Wind Waker or Skyward Sword: village mayors or prominent families control local taxation. There is limited intercommunity interactions, which are likely a matter of market tax. Link, if he settles in Hateno village, would be accountable to them.

In TOTK, we do see some kind of centralization: there’s the joint effort to construct Lookout Landing and the monster patrols, both of which would require outside support until local agriculture begins. Which communities contribute is hard to say, but most villages at this time are more than prosperous enough to spare the means. A new settlement would reduce overcrowding, increase the land available to farm, and so on: all good things for a prospering world.

(This does NOT imply they are re-establishing the monarchy. None of these groups call themselves “royal”. They’re monster patrols, not royal guards, and Lookout Landing, not a new Castletown. The location has access to already-quarried stone and trade routes going for it, after all.)

Given how Link behaves in both games, it seems likely he would contribute whatever surplus he acquires to these efforts. Out of every Link, I think he is the most likely to be cooperative with taxation... although there may be some arguments about what his taxable means is. Should this be paid in rupees or bokoblin guts? Let’s negotiate!

TL;DR =

Taxes vary wildly across time, space, regions, and forms of government. While some Links live in similar social circumstances, we have at least four really distinct categories: the Knights, the failed states, those with vocations, and the villagers. Similarly, many forms of taxes are for social support, things that Link tends to be characterized as valuing in the games. When people refuse to pay, they either do not see the request or authority as legitimate, or do not have the means to do so.

IDK it’s just infinitely funnier to me to say “Wind Waker Link is wanted for tax evasion because Tetra has never paid a harbour duty tax in her life” vs stating the evasion without cause. All the best!

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blitzxiiru · 1 year

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I loooooooove your future 2012 AU of the boys. They all look so badass and cool but still them and its so GOOD. I wanna consume them.

I also had some questions if thats okay? What happened to Leo's leg? Did his knee injury gradually get worse and he was like "lol im gonna cut it off" or did he get reinjured in that spot and that was basically the end of the entire leg? Also how old are they in this AU? I know they are supposed to be adults but like in their 20s? I'm just wondering cause their character sheets dont have ages. ALSO LEO BEING THE SHORTEST MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE. (Props to Mikey for finally gaining some height). And I LOVE Donnie's long ass bandana tails, he looks so cool but so dramatic with them its great. Anyway thank you for your time and this beautiful AU!

AIHDDJHDJD THANK YOU SO MUCH IM HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOY THE FUTURE 12 GREMLINS. as traumatised as they are, they’ve worked through it despite some really rough patches. they definitely still have their bad days and nightmares, but they’ve learned to grow together and help each other through those bad times. they’ve changed and grown in their own way ofc, but they needed to relive the teenage years that they’ve lost, that’s why they’re still somewhat themselves in my au :)

LEO’S LEG

it’s actually a mix of both! leo kept pressuring his knee and over the years it gradually became worse — since he kept pushing his knee beyond it’s limits it keeps getting re-injured. the final straw was him snapping his knee again (completely this time) during a nasty fight and had to chop it off. the phantom pains he gets from his missing limb is… horrible, to say the least.

(BUT THAT FIRST SCENARIO YOU MENTIONED WOULD BE SO FUNNY THOUGH. imagine leo waking up one day and going, “oh wow. this knee injury hurts really bad, maybe i should chop it off. lol im actually gonna do it.” cue him barging into donnies lab like “DONNIE. I DEMAND YOU CUT MY LEG OFF” “WHAT?!” “CUT MY LEG OFF IT HURTS” “OF COURSE IT HURTS WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS INSISTING THAT YOU SHOULD ‘TRAIN’ IT.” “yeah but i think my blood circulation isnt working look my leg is pale” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK LEO” and boom. leg no more.)

AGES

they should be around their late 20s in this au, i hc that for every season of the show they age one year. so at the start they were like 15, and the show had 5 seasons (granted s5 was a bit messy and was full of aus and past flashbacks, but there was that demodragon arc and stuff) so they would be 20 at the end of the show. specifically they’re like 28 :) they are kinda old but hey at least they don’t have to pay taxes in the sewers…

HEIGHT PROBLEMS

oh god, when raph suddenly had a growth spurt it was horrible for leo. he was relentlessly being teased every single day and raph would NOT let off. and then when MIKEY hit being 1cm taller than leo, the teasing fucking doubled and he was downright miserable. they kept growing while leo was barely getting any height. he’s still their sensei though — and he makes them do extra training as punishment for the relentless teasing :) donnie doesn’t join in on the teasing (sometimes he does) but he does snicker when raph and mikey make jokes about leo’s height. it’s funnier for him because he’s been the tallest out of all of them since day one.

MORE ABOUT DONNIE

and yessss i loved designing donnie! since he was tall everything about his design had to compensate for his height so i figured long mask tails and a long lab coat would do the trick. his brothers were concerned over him tripping on his mask tails but he hasn’t, not even ONCE. he is one graceful, careful boy. he braids it or ties it into a bow whenever he does lab work so it doesn’t accidentally slip into one of his chemicals somehow. sometimes he lets mikey do it for him :)

thank you for the questions anon!!! these were super fun to answer and i hope it helped clarify a little more about the au :))

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #leonardo tmnt #raphael tmnt #donatello tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #headcannons!!#future! 12 tmnt #future!au #blitz talks gibberish #asks

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datoneboardedguy · 9 months

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Avatar: Legend of Korra Fanfiction - Korra x OC Male Reader.

(DISCLAIMER’S: I DON’T OWN THE LEGEND OF KORRA IP OR IT’S CHARACTERS! & THIS IS A NON CANON FANFICTION THAT ISN’T CONSTRAINED BY THE LIMITATIONS OF THE OFFICIAL AVATAR LOK CANON & ANY ATTEMPT’S TO SILENCE THIS FANFIC IS A BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY FREE SPEECH RIGHT’S!)

Chapter 9: The Angelic, The Demonic & The Phantom..

Part’s 2/2

M/R’S POV:

It’s been nearly 3 Months since I’ve unlocked my new Airbending abilities but I’m still keeping it to myself, since I accidentally sent two men seemingly to their deaths by unknowingly tossing them high up into the sky never to be seen again I don’t want anything to do with Airbending, all it’s done is make things worse & gets people like those guards from earlier hurt which thankfully seems to have gone completely unnoticed. Due to recent world events regarding a crazy power hungry earthbending war lord lady going on a rampage throughout the entire Earth Kingdom which was thankfully stopped by the Avatar.

I’m currently working on cooking an order in the shop while Nox’s going on his usual supply runs who usually should be back by now, as I finished & served the order to the customer I hear Nox shouting outside the shop & rushed outside to see what’s going on & find Nox on the ground surrounded by men in black hooded cloaks just kicking him laughing & demanding “You should have paid the tax on time.” “Yeah you very well know what happens if you don’t pay the bill!” This starts to bring up bad memories of myself being tortured in prison & a well of anger starts brewing up within me & as I approach to confront them I shout “HEY YOU COWARDS!” They all looked at me & dismissively say “Get lost worm, this doesn’t concern you!” “Yeah move along Runt!” That last insult triggered something in me & Nox see’s the visible anger on my face & says “Don’t ya dew it kid!” In a last ditch effort to try to calm me down before I escalate the situation too far, I then took a step back & tried to calm myself down but those efforts were soon proven to be in vain the second one of thug’s provocatively insulting says “Go now & run home little Runt!” Nox sighs then says “Oh, Dang Spirits.” I then start marching forward towards them which to worry about what’s about to happen & shouts “Nooo!..” “This kid have a death wish or something?”- I then thrusted my fist forward to punch the Thug & to his, Nox & everyone else’s surprise who’s watching on in the street successfully sending the smart ass flying into the group of cowardly thug’s behind him knocking them all over I then helped Nox up to his feet & tell him “Sir are you alright?!” “Yeah, I think so. Kid what just happened, what you did.” “I know, it’s pretty new to me too Nox.” “You’re an Airbender, kid this is huge.” then we notice the thug’s are starting to come to so we immediately backed away from them as they got back up “You’re an Airbender?! No matter, you’re still can’t take us all on! GET HIM!” & they all started bending Fire, Lightning, Earth, Water & Metal projectiles at me. I managed to dodge the Earth & Water Projectiles & just barely narrowly dodged the lightning bolts & air blasted a couple of the thugs in the face & the other right in the Cabbage’s but then I got nailed in the face by a shard of metal staggering me back a few feet & blasted in the chest sending me right into the nearest wall with a fireball then dropped onto the floor “ugh, ow!..” as I get back onto my feet they’re encased in Earth & I started getting water whipped in the back *WHIP* “AARGH!” *WHIP* “AAAAARGH!” *WHIP* “AAAAARGHAAAHAAHAARRGH!” ( “PLEASE S-STOP!” “Heheh! I’m sorry but there’s no mercy for the weak.” *WHIP* AAARGH!) then as they go for another whip I then turn & catch it, broke from my earth constraints & air blasted all them out of town as I frustratingly shouted “..PISS OFF!”

Then when the dust cleared Nox & the rest of the town residents had started to panic about what I had just happened, then Nox worryingly asks “Kid, Did ya know what ya’ve just done?” “..Yeah, I just stopped you from getting hurt & mugged by those hooded jerkholes?..” “Ya just picked a fight with de Red Lotus & drove ‘em out of town!” “Well.. Isn’t that a good thing?..” “NOT WHEN DEY CAN SEND IN REINFORCEMENTS TO DESTROY DE NTIRE TOWN & KILL EVERYONE IN IT TO SET AN XAMPLE & I ASSURE YA DAT DEY WILL BE BACK!” “..O-Oh!.” Then civilians started screaming “We’re all going to die, there’s no hope, by spirits this can’t be happening!” & other various pessimistic things, as the distressed crowd started turning on me with anger & hatred I see Nox looking at me with worry (then I see Farther’s face) & “sighs I gotta do something.” I then stepped up onto a pile of crates as the crowds started getting violent & shouted “HEY HEY ..ENOUGH! PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER EVERYONE, WE’VE SURVIVED THROUGH WORSE THAN A GANG OF THUGS! WE’VE SURVIVED THE HUNDRED YEARS WAR WITH THE FIRE NATION, WE’VE SURVIVED THE SIEGE OF DARK SPIRITS, WE’VE SURVIVED KUVIRA’S EARTH KINGDOM INVASION, WE WILL SURVIVE THIS ATTACK OF THE RED LOTUS! WE’LL SURVIVE BECAUSE WE DON’T GIVE UP, WE JUST GO ON!..” I hear a single person in the crowd say “Well Spirits, I’ll fight for that!” then everybody cheers then Nox shouts out to the crowd “Alright lads, we’ll be expecting company at dawn tomorrow. Now let’s get to turning this town into the most heavily fortified & deadliest town in the entire Earth Kingdom!..” we then get to fortifying our towns boarders, after the first boarder is set up Nox pulls me aside to ask me “Alright kid, what’s your plan?” “Err I don’t have a plan other than just survive..” “umm Kid dat’s not a plan, just a goal.” “What do you want from me? I barely held my own against those thugs, my bending was barely effective against them.” “Look kid don’t despair ya got da makings of greatness in ya. Ya gotta take the helm & chart your course. Stick to it no matter the squalls. & when the time comes ya get de chance to really test de cut of your own sails & show ‘em what ya made of, ..well. I hope ya find someone who can be there by your side, catching catching some of the light coming off ya dat day. ..Ya might not be able to flawlessly blow ya enemies away ‘yet’ but ya still have your old man’s smarts, so use it..” my eyes well up, I wipe them *SNIFF* “Thanks Nox..” “Anytime kid, now go get yourself ready. We don’t have long..” “Ya got it hoss!”

I then went back to my dad’s old apartment & pulled out my farther’s old Metalbending grappling device & got to work on retrofitting it operated completely through Steam, attaching a grappling hook that also doubles as a blade from a common rope dart & replaced the majority of the metal components with pure platinum metal ore’s. I then looked at my current shredded clothing & said to myself out loud “I definitely need to get changed, I can’t have my enemies looking at my three chest hairs.” I then opened my dusty old wardrobe that I haven’t opened since I moved in & surprisingly I see a box with a bow & not from Ikki? “You may not want to be an Airnomad but you’re still an Airbender & every Airbender needs a uniform! Hope it fits, Ikki..” I then open the box to find an Airnomad red & yellow coloured wing-suit, I try it on. It’s a bit tight around the old grappling hook but otherwise it fits perfectly & is very comfortable. I then looked at myself in the mirror to see if the wing suit fits, it fits perfectly & I see it’s very form fitted & flexible. I then took the wing suit off to recolour it with some black & red paint, after a few minutes I finished repainting it to be a black with red lining wing suit while also adding in black hood with red stitching through it & I finally strapped my my new steam powered platinum cabled grappling hook darts.

As I finally finished getting ready I take one last look at my farther’s cactus plant with “Love always sprouts if you let it grow.” Written on it then quickly water it. I then looked at my old family picture, I then took the photo out of the frame & put it in one of my wing suit pockets. I decided to sit down & meditate waiting for these Red Lotus thugs to arrive..

M/R In Meditation dreams:

I see my mother’s dying in my arms as I her killer shadowy silhouette run out of the window, I then hear my father say “Survive!..” I turned to see my father’s death *SNAP!* then the ground erupts from under my feet into a bright beam of light propelling me up into the darkness hitting the brick roof face first then my perception of the room spins upside down & suddenly the roof becomes a brick floor.

I then stand up to realise that I’m now in a black shadowy forest then I hear a thunderous scream from the wall of trees ahead of me as I approach the trees I see cracks of light piercing through. I reach & peered through the trees only to be met with a blinding flash of light & suddenly I see a short haired man in robes attempting to hurt a black haired woman woman in black leather clothes with red accents that’s been taken hostage then my vision goes red & I am charging at him with pure rage & push him back into a spirit & that spirit passes through him & severely deforms him then everything goes white.

M/R’S POV Back in the real world:

It’s now the break of dawn, I am woken up by Nox banging on my apartment door while shouting “KID, ya in there?! It’s almost time!..” “ALRIGHT HOSS JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE TO GET READY!” I then quickly got up went into my bathroom use the toilet, after I finished I went to wash my hands as I was washing them I looked up at the mirror only to essentially be jump scared by the short haired woman with glowing eyes staring right back at me for a brief second causing me to jump & recoiled back & I rapidly blinked then she was gone. I then heard a loud bang from outside & quickly dried my hands then went outside the appartment to meet Nox. “Hey, nice suit kid!” “Thanks, the little Airnomad girl left me this suit. Is it time yet?..” “Yes. It’s time.”

We then make our way to the barricades on the perimeter of town, as we approach the main road barricades start to fail due to the bombardment of large flaming boulders launched from a fleet of Red Lotus trebuchet’s. I asked the residents trying to repair the barricades “What’s the situation?!” “Well, ‘as you know’ the Red Lotus has ambushed us & our distress call to the nearest metal bending police base has been received & they’ve dispatched a small army of Metal Benders to help but they’re not going to be able to get here in time!-“ “OF COURSE I KNEW THAT, WHY IN THE SPIRIT’S ARE YOU TELLING TELLING ME THINGS THAT I ALREADY KNOW?!” “Oh, well uh..-“ “Just tell me something that I don’t know!” “They have the entire town surrounded, their commanders are behind the armies of Red Lotus Soldiers over there!” He says as pointed out to the east-western side of the town boarders towards the mountainside. “Okay, Nox make sure to hold the line while I take the Red Lotus’s commander’s from above!” “Ya got it kid oh & be careful!” “You too hoss!..” we quickly hug each other then I fire both of my steam grapples to two steel flag poles & pull myself back a few feet then I mumble to myself as I slingshotted myself into the air “Welp, here goes nothi-AAAAAANG!….” I’m sent flying high up into the sky.

As I approached the height of my jump pulled out my wing suit & started to soar further than I could ever have imagined, wind blowing in my face, the peacefulness of the air however brief had brought me momentary peace until I flew close enough towards the Red Lotus army to hear one of the soldiers scream “What the?!- SHOOT! ..SHOOT THE FLYING DEMON!” & they drew their bows while some of the other Red Lotus soldiers had started bending projectiles of various elements towards my direction. I then flew left to right, dodging and weaving until I was close enough for my grappling whips are in range when a familiar grunt shouts “OI, IT’S DAT RUNT AGAIN, THE ONE WHO CAN’T AIRBEND FOR SHI!”- I then hook grappled around his waist then pulled him in “-AARRGH!” & air kicked him right in the face sending him flying off straight into the soldiers behind him & stick the landing with a tuk & roll & retort “I may not be an Airbending master but I’m still experienced enough to kick all of your asses with some good old fashioned ‘air to whip’ combat!” I then grapple whipped the guards operating the trebuchet’s, then I airlifted & tipped over the nearest trebuchet smashing into trebuchet next to it destroying them both. I then air punched into one of the trebuchet Fire boulders pushing it towards the enemy encampments nearby rolling through & wrecking trebuchet’s, tents, & flattening Red Lotus soldiers. I then sent more flaming boulders into the steamrolling the Red Lotus armies as I’m making my way towards the Red Lotus commanders location I see Red Lotus fire benders trying to put the fires out as I cause a massive wind storm whirlwind making the flames too much for the fire benders to handle.

Nox’s POV:

I’m doing what I can to help fortify the barricades but it’s doing little good with the spreading wildfires & say “Ugh I feel like boarding deze barricades up at dis point may result in dis being an ever growing exercise in futility!” Then I’m send hurtling backwards through the air by a massive flaming boulder explosion. I then smash through the entrance of my shop landing & smashing into the cash register completely taking the wind out of me. As I start to fade in & out of consciousness I hear the screams of my friends being brutally beaten by the Red Lotus & see a few soldiers murmuring townsfolk without mercy I tried my hardest to get up & help them but my entire body’s too saw from the explosion, all I could do was was whisper out in a raspy voice “N-Nooo-oo…” I then black out.

M/R’S POV:

Then they gave up on trying to extinguish the flames & just went to shooting lightning bolts towards me, I dodged a few & quickly grapple the nearest rock boulder in the way to block the last lightning bolt exploding the rock bolder into small pieces then leg sweeped the Red Lotus soldiers with my grapples & air blasted them into the trebuchet then I triggered the trebuchet’s mechanism sending them flying to their deaths. I then get surrounded by a bunch of Red Lotus guards “Well, now the tables have TURNED!” I say as I air spun in circles creating a mini tornado wiping the floor with the non bending guards then the bending guards swarm me with a flurry of bending attacks, i block & countered with my own air bending attacks & dual grappling blades like I’m dancing around them. Soon enough I defeated the last of the soldiers then I’m hit in back by huge rock boulder sending me down the hill towards the village, I fall straight through the a through a building wall & land right into the kitchen of Nox’s Shop.

Nox’s POV:

I’m woken up by the smashing sounds coming from the kitchen, my head is throbbing, my whole body is saw all over. I then hear a another crashing sound, I suck it up & force myself to get back up to see what’s going on in the kitchen as I approach the open kitchen doorway I tumble back down onto the ground & as I look up I see M/R on the ground as the Red Lotus commander is standing over him as he literally slams the kitchen sink onto his head then frustratingly exclaims as he’s ruthlessly punching M/R’s face “Y-you’ve been *PUNCH!* a thorn *PUNCH!* in our side *PUNCH!* long enough!” *PUNCH!* he’s now coughing out blood at this point. As the commander keeps on monologuing ”You killed my soldiers, *PUNCH!* you destroyed my organisation, *PUNCH!* you even killed MY BEST AGENT & COMPLETELY DERAILED MY PLANS!” *PUNCH!* M/R’s barely conscience at this point then the next thing he said shook me to my very core “YOU SHOULD’VE JUST LAID DOWN & DIED IN THAT DAMMED PRISON!” *KICK!* M/R’s the escaped prisoner! M/R killed his own Farther?! I don’t believe it! In utter disbelief I mutter out loud “N-Noo kid, what’ve you d-done?!..” the commander hears me & I then realise how much of a mistake that was when look’s over to my location & smirks as he makes his way over to my location.

M/R’s POV:

I’m barely conscience after that beating, then the commander heard someone saying something just behind me smirks at something behind & walks towards what he’s looking at. I force myself to roll over onto my stomach & started to crawl towards the direction that the commander went. As I crawl over the pile building debris I see Nox staring back at me in horror & say “You’re the escaped prisoner? M/R ..you killed your own father?!” (“..Survive!” “..NO!” *SNAP*) “..I would never, i was set up & a Blood Bender killed my father ..right in front of me!” “& you snuffed out the life of my only Blood Bender. & for that!”- the Commander grabs & lifts Nox up by the throat & Earthbend’s a sharp spike around his right arm pulled his arm back to his spike arm through Nox’s torso as he says “You can now watch your mentor get skewered right in front of you!” “Then I start to panic & shout “N-No no nonono no DON’T! Don’t do this!” Then Nox closes his eyes knowing what’s about to happen, my desperate pleads fell on deaf ears as the commander says “..just like your father.” & thrusts his spike arm forward & in a split second decision I quickly shot out my grapple dart towards Commander Rook but at the last possible second he moves Nox in the way of my grapple dart to use him as a human shield & as my grapple dart pierces his heart Commander Rook thrusts his spike arm into his spine & right through the front of his torso & then suddenly I’m overwhelmed with with loss, guilt, anger then everything goes red & I SCREAM “….ARRGGGHH!”- *Rapid Flash’s of the glowing eyed short hair woman screaming* “-ARGH!..” & suddenly I was in the middle of the street with Commander Rook down on the ground & my grapple dart is impaled right through his throat into his brain killing him. I look around only that everybody in the town is dead on ground sliced up like animals & I look at my bloody hands in complete & utter shock.

I heard the sounds of Earth Kingdom Satomobiles & I run, detaching my grapple dart that’s still lodged in Commander Rook’s head leaving it behind. Runner off into the night..

Tenzin’s POV Hours Later:

I’m looking in complete disbelief at horrors I’m seeing & says “My spirits, this is a massacre. Who or what could’ve possibly done something like this?!..” chief Beifong walks up next to me & says “I don’t know, but whatever it is will be brought to justice.” I then see Asami show up in her Satomobile & she walks up to me & asks “What in spirit’s happened here?!”- “Where’s Korra?!” “She’s back in Republic City helping Pema watch your kids, now what happened here!” “We don’t know, we received an S.O.S. distress call from the town marital but by the time we arrived we- *sighs* ..we were already too late..” She looked around at the dead silent street & asked “may I take a look around?” “Of course but I’m coming with you.” She raised an eyebrow as she asks “Why?” I reply with a look of determination “Because I have to know what happened here ..& Korra will kill me if something ever happened to you.” *sigh* “Fine, let’s go.”

Asami’s POV:

We then go into the nearest building & we find ourselves inside of a destroyed food shop. I look on in horror as we find a dead body lying in what remains of the kitchen I see Tenzin inspecting a lonely wall painting of the dead elderly man who we presume to be person who owned this shop standing next to somebody else that couldn’t make out who it was since half of the painting is completely burned off. As he’s looking at it I search the body & find a key ring with several keys on it & a badly folded up invoice containing the address for a couple of apartments in a nearby apartment building say “I found something.” He turns to me & I say with a smirk “Let’s see where these lead us.”

Chef Beifong’s POV:

I find the remains of what used to be a unique uniformed soldier with some kind of dagger lodged right through his chin into his head, i tried & failed to Metalbend it of his head so pulled it out the old fashioned way & inspected it closely to realise that it’s made out of pure platinum & I say to myself while intensely frowning “Hmm, I don’t like this ..one little bit.”

Asami’s POV:

We finished our inspection of the elderly man’s apartment & now we’re approaching the second apartment door as we reach it I unlocked & opened it & as we walked into the apartment I started walking over the bedroom & see a photo of the guy who used to live here he must’ve been the other person in the painting & I come across a Small Cactus plant that’s covered in soot. I decided to take it put into my farther’s shoulder strap bag & I find a note next to where the Cactus plant was sitting & I read it finding out that this guy’s farther was a member of the White Lotus then I inspected the end table next to the bed & find an old tattered Prisoner Uniform that was child sized. As I put two & two together Tenzin walks into the room & asked me “Did you know anything?” He sees the shocked look on my face & asked me with great concern “Asami, what’s wrong?”- “Care to explain THIS?!” I interrupted him as I hold up the child prison uniform in front of him. “It can’t be, that’s ..just not possible!” “What? WHAT’S NOT POSSIBLE?!” Tenzin concerned expression immediately saddened with guilt as he looks down & reluctantly said “The young man who lived here was a prisoner at Temple Prison we originally locked Zaheer In before he became an Airbender. There’s was a Red Lotus Spy who’d infiltrated our ranks & made an attempt to break Zaheer out of his prison but was thwarted at the last minute by one of our own guards only for him to lose his life in the process, by the time we found the Red Lotus Agent responsible for the break in the child had murdered him. Bludgeoning the Red Lotus agents head in with a bolder. He went missing & was presumed dead by Zaheer when he broke out of prison with his newfound Airbending abilities.” “Why did you lock a child up with a known serial killer like Zaheer?!” “We had no choice, he- ..he killed his own mother.” “I- I can’t believe it, we gotta tell Korra.” I say in shock & in complete disbelief of what I just heard as he tells me “Asami, Korra can never know.” “Why?” “This is a White Lotus matter to handle!” “Tenzin, this man is dangerous, wiped out an entire town!” “Which is why the White Lotus will handle it & Korra’s got enough on her plate right now!” “But why? Why are you soo adamant about not getting Korra involved?!” “Because she knows him!” “W-what?” “They were childhood friends & if she get’s involved she’ll try to save him not stop him & he’ll kill her. For Korra’s safety she can’t ever get involved.” “Please Tenzin, me & Korra are now in such a good place after our relationship went public, please don’t make me keep this secret from her!..” “If you truly love Korra ..you will. I’m sorry Asami but Korra can never know.” *sighs* “okay..” I said reluctantly.

M/R’s POV:

I’ve taken refuge inside a small cave nearby where I can sleep for the night to get some much needed rest & regain my strength but before I head off to sleep I looked at my broken grapple & say with a single tear drop stranding down my cheek ”I tried to put my past behind me & make you both proud of me ..but my past always haunts me everywhere I go, unless I haunt them back & I swear to you Mum, Dad, Nox that I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I KILL EVERY LAST MEMBER OF THE RED LOTUS!..”

-End of Prelude Chronicles!..

Next chapter the fun begins!..

#male reader #fanfic #original character #avatar #avatar korra #avatar lok #korra x reader #loss #war #Airbender reader #red lotus #town massacre

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sweetie-peaches · 3 months

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Fuck it. Purpled headcanons in 2024, who cares? The government? I stopped paying taxes in 1969!! (I’m afraid none of these will make sense, it’s almost 1 am, I’ve drank 3 Red Bulls and I have school tomorrow, no homework has been accomplished)

- c!purpled is aroace and, romance and sex positive

- he also doesn’t have a great concept of gender, because he doesn’t exactly fit into the idea of the human binary, but the term agender also doesn’t fit him. He only uses he/him because that’s just what everyone refers to him as. He doesn’t really care that much

- as much as I love the alien headcanon, I think he was an watcher, was

- I think at some point he had to strike a deal with hypixel themselves, for a roof over his head and somewhere safe to sleep. And hypixel took away his wings, removed his halo, and sewed up any extra eyes he had and cut off any extra limbs

- he pretends he was never an Angel. He doesn’t know what anyone’s talking about, hypixel saved him. He’s one of their top mercenaries, he was never something as holy as a watcher. But he holds his mask sometimes, and pretends to remember what it’s like

- on days where phantom pains and balance is really bad from his wings, he uses dogchamp to help him move around

- speaking of dog champ, purpleds also trained him to comfort during panic attacks. Dog champ is a big dog, he reaches up above purpleds hip in height. He’s also floofy as fuck, and sheds e v e r y w h e r e

- purpleds fascination with space comes from his days as a watcher, all the stars, the lights, the planets. Everything

- he also sympathizes with aliens, he sees himself as one, isolated from everyone else, different in some way that’s wrong

- he hates the feeling of crushed velvet, he hates that so much in the casino was made from crushed velvet

- a contract is still held over his head by hypixel, he’s still on a leash by them, to be dragged out at any time

#peaches posts #dsmp dosts #dsmp purpled #dsmpblr #dream smp

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elf-kid2 · 1 year

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Stories of Superheroes & Supervillains!

The following is a list of novels and comics that I recommend to all those who enjoy tales of Superheroes and Supervillains-- especially the ones with a bit of a twist! Fellow Readers-- this is for you!

Soon I Will Be Invincible, by Austin Grossman: Follow the story of Dr Impossible (a Supervillain and Evil Genius; known throughout Earth and beyond for his countless attempts at World Domination) and Fatale (a cyborg and rookie Hero; the newest member of the world’s most famous team of Heroes) in a tale that brings new meaning to power, glory, responsibility, and of course, Good and Evil.

Hench, by Nalalie Zina Walschots: Anna does boring things for terrible people because even criminals need office help and she needs a job. But when an encounter with the so-called “hero” leaves her badly injured, she discovers that the line between good and evil is mostly marketing. And with the power of social media, spite, and the backing of one of the most feared villains on earth... she might just be able to have her revenge!

After the Golden Age, by Carrie Vaughn: Can an accountant defeat a supervillain? Celia West, only daughter of the heroic leaders of the superpowered Olympiad, has spent the past few years estranged from her parents and their high-powered lifestyle. Then she is called into her boss' office and told that as the city's top forensic accountant, Celia is the best chance the prosecution has to catch notorious supervillain the Destructor for tax fraud.

The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Boy, by William Boniface: In the city of Superopolis, everyone has a super-power. Well... ALMOST everybody. With villains scheming for power, Ordinary Boy be able to do anything to stop them??

Sidekicks, by Jack D. Farraiolo: Meet Scott Hutchinson: by day, he’s an ordinary schoolkid, but by night, he’s Bright Boy: the superfast, superstrong sidekick of the great hero, Phantom Justice! But after an embarrassing incident involving his too-tight spandex costume, plus some signs that Phantom Justice may not be the good guy he pretends to be, Scott begins to question his role. With the help of a fellow sidekick, once his nemesis, Scott must decide if growing up means being loyal or stepping boldly to the center of things.

Henchgirl, by Kristen Gudsnuk: Mary Posa hates her job. She works long hours for little pay, no insurance, and worst of all, no respect. Her co-workers are jerks and her boss doesn't appreciate her. He's also a supervillain. And her parents... well, they're the most famous superhero couple in Crepe City. Cursed with a conscience, Mary would give anything to be something other than a Henchgirl, but no matter what she does her plans always seem to go awry.

My Sweet Archenemy, by Rosanna Duong: In the city of Localsburg, Miss Sunshine fends off evildoers, including the maniacal Mad Spade! However, the super heroine is no sunshine and Mad Spade isn't so sinister... as she pines for the affection of her self proclaimed "archenemy”!

Steelheart, by Brian Sanderson: Ten years ago, Calamity came. It was a burst in the sky that gave ordinary men and women extraordinary powers. These people, known as Epics, used their powers to rule the world. Nobody fights the Epics...nobody but the Reckoners. And David wants in. He's seen Steelheart-- the Epic said to be invincible, the Epic who killed his father-- bleed. And he wants revenge.

Please Don’t Tell My Parents I’m a Supervillain, by Richard Roberts: Penelope Akk wants to be a superhero. She's got superhero parents. She's got the ultimate mad science power, filling her life with crazy gadgets even she doesn't understand. She has two super powered best friends. In middle school, the line between good and evil looks clear. In real life, nothing is that clear.

The Society of Steam series, by Andrew P. Mayer: This new steampunk series opens in 1880, when women aren't allowed to vote, much less dress up in a costume and fight crime. But twenty year-old socialite Sarah Stanton still dreams of becoming a hero. Her opportunity arrives in tragedy when the leader of the Society of Paragons, New York's greatest team of gentlemen adventurers, is murdered right before her eyes. Enter into a world of adventure, romance, and clockwork!

#recs #reading list #heroes & villains #sidekicks #henchmen

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awakentrashpanda · 4 months

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So, my brother just started playing Pokémon scarlet

And so far we have cured a lizard man who is obsessed with being sexy of stage four cancer with a sandwich, and then he went on a rampage through the devinart cave to make some dogs pay taxes

And then we met a fluffy haired guy who doesn’t know what the word doldrums means, and is obsessed with the phantom tollbooth

#what do you mean you want context?#pokémon #pokémon scarlet and violet #Pokémon scarlet #arven #silly #bonding with my brother #family

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Technically Still a Crime

For @nocturna-starr

“My dude,” said Danny, “I am really, really sorry about your window, but there are only so many ways to tell you that I’m not going to rat you out to the government for…” He let his eyes roam over the room full of t-shirts. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d even rat you out for. Did you steal these from the mall or something?”

Danny had been doing his normal ghost hunting routine when he’d been thrown into a mostly empty office building by an oversized mountain-lion ghost. He’d caught the ghost, but by that time the window was a lost cause, and everyone inside the not-actually-uninhabited building was freaking out about the IRS or the police or something.

At least, the people in the room were. Maybe if there were any people in other parts of the building, they were calmer.

He rubbed his head. He didn’t think he had a concussion, but he’d definitely taken a few whacks to his good old noggin and he was having trouble focusing.

“No, no,” said the man (short, round, vaguely South Asian, but honestly could have been from anywhere), “so theft, no stealing.”

“Then I’m not sure what the problem is. You aren’t hiding, like, kidnapping victims in here, are you?” he peered past the man, core flaring.

“No! No.” The man leaned closer to Danny. Danny mirrored him. “We are making…” He let the pause drag on. “Knockoffs.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “Cool.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Nope.”

“But you’re, like, a superhero.”

“Dude. Dude. My existence is literally illegal in all fifty states. I am breaking so many laws right now.”

“What?”

“Being a ghost is one-hundred-percent illegal. Those government agent dudes that chase me around sometimes want to dissect me. I’m not going to report you to anyone.” He paused. “As long as this isn’t a sweatshop or anything. I draw the line at hurting people.”

“Oh,” said the man, as if he’d just been given a revelation.

“Yeah. Also, do my pupils look the same size to you? I think I have a concussion.”

“What?”

“Because sometimes I prophesy when I have a concussion, and that’s just a bad time for everyone. Also, don’t get a dog.”

“Uh.”

Someone deeper in the room, hidden by a rack of clothing called for the man, who quickly ran off. Danny shrugged and flew away. He’d get Jazz to check him for concussions.

Somehow, inexplicably, word got out that Danny Phantom was down for crime.

This led to three separate people asking him to help them break into Vlad’s manor. Which. Danny wasn’t against on principle, but still. He declined.

(The ones who were trying to burglarize non-evil people got rejected with a bit more force.)

“I don’t know why people keep asking me to do crime,” said Danny. “I don’t do crime.”

“Yes, you do,” said Tucker. He showed Danny his card. “What does this one do, again?”

Danny was attempting to teach Tucker, well, it didn’t have an English name. Ghost poker, essentially. With Tucker’s card-counting skills, Danny reckoned they could sweep the literally underground ghost poker tournament. If Tucker could learn the rules.

“For that one, you have to draw from the deck again,” said Danny. “Anyway, this is different.”

“You are wanted by the law in two dimensions.”

“Walker is not the law,” scoffed Danny. “Except, you know, on his own island.”

“You’re illegal by existing. You’ve convinced me to gamble for money.”

“That’s not illegal.”

“It’s a felony, Danny. You blew up Vlad’s house. I think that counts as arson. Or something.”

“That was an accident.”

“The vandalism.”

“Okay, that wasn’t an accident.”

“The ghost weed—”

“Ghost nip,” corrected Danny.

“Ghost nip thing wasn’t technically illegal, but I’m pretty sure that’s because the government doesn’t know it exists. As soon as they know it gives dead people superpowers—”

“Dead people already have superpowers. And that was also an accident. I hate being high.”

“Sure. Anyway. Danny, you live a half-life of crime.”

Danny grumbled.

“I think that swatting Vlad was also a crime.”

“Not swatting. It was the GIW.”

“Still illegal. How about those ectoguns? You have a concealed carry permit for them?”

“They aren’t real guns.”

“They’re real weapons. You bring them to school.”

Danny abandoned his hand of cards to push his face into one of his pillows. “Stoppit. I’m not crime.”

“You are crime. Honestly, I think you should try to see how many crimes you can rack up.”

“Seeing as this is kind of life and death,” said Danny, “I don’t really want to push it.”

“Because you’re half alive and half dead?”

“No, because the GIW will kill me if they catch me, and if the government gets me, they’ll give me to the GIW.”

“Oh. Wow. That got dark really fast.” Tucker fell silent for a bit. Neither of them was paying attention to their card game anymore. “Hey, what about that car we stole, isn’t that-?”

“Hrrrngh,” said Danny.

“The IRS?” said Danny, incredulously. “You’re IRS agents?”

The larger of the two suited men tried to pull himself out of the ectoplasmic web. “Uh,” he said.

“Yes,” said the shorter man. “Did you know, filing a false death report is a crime, as is not filing a death certificate?”

“You were carrying shotguns.”

“Tax evaders can be dangerous.”

“Shotguns full of salt.”

“We aren’t approved for lethal force.”

“Salt.”

“It’s cheaper than a taser.”

Danny shook his head. “Just admit that you’re ghost hunters and go home.”

“Only after you admit that you’re committing tax fraud.”

“I’m not committing tax fraud! I don’t even file taxes!”

“Also a crime!”

“I make no money!”

“Or so you claim!”

Danny rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Wait!” said the taller one. “You’re not going to leave us here, are you?”

“It’ll dissolve! Eventually!” shouted Danny.

“I’ve got to pee!”

“Tough!”

“Don’t you dare!” shouted the other. “I’m right below you!”

Danny was not paid enough for this. (Or at all, technically.)

Danny stood between Johnny and Technus, staring at the clinking, churring machine that continuously output sheets of thick green paper.

“Why?”

“I’ve always wanted to get involved in a serious crime,” said Johnny.

“I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY, WILL CONQUER THE UNITED STATES ECONOMY USING THE POWER OF COUNTERFEIT CURRENCY.”

“Oh my god,” said Danny. He looked at the nearest sheet. “Are those all ones?”

“THE LEAST LIKELY CURRENCY TO BE CHECKED, ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH.”

“Oh my god,” repeated Danny. He brought his hands together as if praying, then looked heavenward. “You probably have more of these hidden somewhere, so I don’t want to deal with it.”

“No, this is—”

Technus rammed his elbow into Johnny’s side.

“I don’t want to deal with it,” repeated Danny. “Don’t spend it in Amity Park. Or Elmerton.”

“Gotcha,” said Johnny. “How much do you want for your cut.”

“I want to go back in time to before you told me about this, that’s what I want,” said Danny.

“So, Sam,” said Tucker, “did you hear that Danny’s now a crime boss?”

“I am going to commit murder.”

“That’s a crime, Danny.”

“I have a very good motive.”

“Technically,” said Tucker, now edging away from Danny, “that’s still a crime.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2021

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softmafia · 3 years

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Ik I've already requested something but I just cant get this out of my mind.

Could you do a scenario where reader lives on a some kind of farm and has animals and junk. And y/n also has a baby boy and is also married to hisoka. So one day gon, killua, kurapika, and leorio run into y/n who invites them inside for some food. They don't know that reader and hisoka are married so when hisoka comes home they're like

Wtf is he doin here XD

This just came into my head and it's so funny xD

This is so perfect I love this so much it’s so cute omg!!!!

For the sake of me not having to continuously type “their baby” the child’s name will be Loki.(fitting for Hisoka’s child).

Genderneu reader

“y/n?” Hisoka called out from the living room, “I think we have some company.”

“Huh?” Y/n yelled from the bathroom, coming out holding a rooster in their arm, toothbrush in mouth, “I wasn’t expecting anyone coming over.” They pondered before groaning, placing the chicken down on the floor to run free, “Oh god is it the IRS again?? I don’t care who they send I’m not paying taxes.” They frowned, glaring through the blinds.

The rooster clucked and pecked at Hisoka’s leg, in response the magician glared in disgust, gently kicking it away from him. He wasn’t exactly an animal person, but he put up with this for y/n’s sake. He could tolerate a rabbit, a dog, maybe even a snake, but a chicken being allowed to wander around inside of their house? Hisoka protested about it with y/n for weeks but they were persistent. Y/n’s favorite blue ribbon rooster was staying inside much to Hisoka’s disproval.

“Oh shit!!!” Y/n stepped away from the blinds, “It’s those guys we met at the Hunter Exam. I like the Kurta.”

“Is he someone I need to worry about?” Hisoka chuckled jokingly, earning an eye roll out of y/n. “Please. Go put Loki in his crib, let’s hope he doesn’t make a scene when we let them in.” Hisoka pouted and looked at y/n, “You’re actually going to let those people in? In our house?” Y/n scoffed at their husband’s pouting, “You let the Phantom Troupe’s leader into our son’s room without my permission. You owe me one.” Shrugging, Hisoka began to make his way to the kitchen, “I figured Chrollo’s strength would rub off on little Loki. Besides that was payback for naming our son after a comic book character.” He smirked, “I’m going to make some snacks for the guests.”

“He’s not just a comic book character you uneducated prick!!”

As expected, the door knocked three times, followed by rapid knocking presumably from one of the kids. “I’m coming I’m coming!!” Y/n trotted across the room towards the door, opening it wide, “Hi guys!!” They said, greeted by a waist crushing squeeze hug from the kid in green. “Y/N!!! I thought we would never see you again after the Exam!!” Gon cheered. “Hopefully at least.” Killua sarcastically sneered, his arms behind his head casually.

Y/N glared at the white haired child, “Anyways. What brings you guys here? Better yet.. how did you find my address?” It’s not like they weren’t appreciative towards guests, it’s just weird that these people who’ve they knew for only a week had found their house. “Well..” Gon started as he pulled away, “We weren’t really expecting you, we were told this was Hisoka’s house!!”

“I still can’t wrap my head around that creep actually.. living in a house??” Leorio said with a hand placed against his temple. Kurapika nudged Leorio’s arm as a reminder that y/n didn’t take people calling Hisoka a “creep” too kindly, for some reason they have yet to know of. “Sorry..” Leorio followed sheepishly.

Y/n pursed their lips, “Well actually-”

“-Y/n, dear, you’re letting all of the cold air in!” Hisoka spoke from behind them, hooking an arm around their waist, “Why don’t you invite our.. unexpected guests inside hm?”

Gasped emitted from the four on their front porch.

“You live with Hisoka?!” Gon yelled, shocked and confused.

“Better yet; you two are.. in love?!?” Killua followed with a disgusted gag.

Kurapika was rightfully surprised, “I mean.. That would explain a lot- Leorio?” The Kurta turned his head around to look at the suited man hiding behind him cowardly. “God- I was not expecting him!!” Leorio sneered.

Interrupting everyone’s thought, Loki began crying from his room.

“Oh my god they have a baby!!” Leorio screamed, “I wonder how horrifying that creature looks like! It’s probably a terrifying beast if it has Hisoka’s genes!!” Kurapika nudged him again, only harder this time, “Leorio!!”

“Sorry! Sorry!!”

“Oh god- `Soka go get Loki!” Y/n sighed, as if their day couldn’t get any stressful. Killua laughed, “You named it after Loki!! That kid is so going to get bullied in school!”

“Oh like you aren’t??” Y/n retorted as she watched the quartet walk inside, Killua stealing the tray of sandwiches Hisoka had in his hand. Killua shrieked and stumbled back before he could trip himself over the rooster, “You guys have chickens?? Badass!!” Gon gushed at the rooster, picking it up only to be pecked in the face, “Gah!!!”

“N-No kid!! Don’t touch Bluebell!!- NO!!” Y/n gasped and ran after the frightened chicken as it ran right past their feet and out the front door. “Ugh finally that thing is out of the house!” Hisoka groaned, “You don’t know how many times I’ve woken up to that chicken scratching up the blankets, well anyways, I better tend to my child. Make yourselves at home!” Hisoka sing-songed as he made his way to Loki’s bedroom to calm his son.

“Killua!! Did you see that barn? I bet it’s y/n’s I bet they have way more animals and chickens!!” Gon beamed, shaking Killua’s shoulders then dragging him out of the door. “Oh no- Gon!! Killua!! You didn’t get y/n’s permission!! Cmon Leorio.” Kurapika sighed, grabbing Leorio by his collar and whisking him away to chase after the two kids like y/n and their domesticated rooster.

I’m so sorry if this wasn’t long enough lol, or what you expected but I feel like this is really funny, I hoped you enjoyed though!!!

Also apparently there’s no Kurapika tag?? Which is weird but idk

#hunter x hunter #hunter x 2011 #hunter x hunter imagines #hxh gon #hxh killua #hxh leorio #Kurapika #hisoka #hisoka headcanons #hisoka morrow #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka x reader #hisoka x y/n #hisoka x you #hunter x hunter hisoka #adult trio x reader

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thelastofthekurta · 3 years

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One of the things I loved about Kurapika is that despite the rage and sorrow he carried inside him, the part of him that is kind and gentle always resurface.

I mean he can be a real blacklist hunter and hand over his enemies to the mafia or other interested parties in exchange for money, which he could use to buy back his clan's eyes, but what did he do? He buried Uvogin's body. The phantom troupe didn't even had the decency to do that act towards the Kurta's, they even mockingly left a note pinned to the elder's body with a dagger.

And when he handled the Nostrade family, he turned it into a security group which pays its taxes and doesn't get any income from illegal activities.

And then there's this protecting a stranger's child even at the cost of his life and personal mission. This angel doesn't deserve the hell he was thrown into.

#kurapika #hxh #hunter x hunter

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The Witcher Musical - Song 7/18

Yennefer - Katarzyna Wojasińska (Yennefer)

It's me, it's me Yennefer Yennefer of Vengerberg It's me whom the local priest Slashes with the name of a whore It's me old hags spit at When I show up at the market And it's me whom the councilors of this town Call a cursed witch I don't give a shit about local rulers I don't pay them any taxes Nobody invites me over I don't lose much with that It's a town of worms, knaves Lunkheads, zealots I don't walk the streets, I hold my parties at home You, priest, who at mere sight of me have devils in your eyes Plough yourself in hell And you councillor who jab at my morality with a decree, But fuck around wildly And you, clerk, who crawl up your rulers' asses and shit out of fear Lick my shoes, for each of you is an amphibian (yes that’s an insult in polish) It's me every girl comes to If she doesn't want a bastard It's the obsidian star That gets rid of these problems And they want to exile me from here And they are glad, that I'm here I daze them with my spell, My lilac and my gooseberry It's not a crooked business that doesn't let you sleep, but my soft skin And not about your town do you think all day and night, but about my buttcheeks And not the fact an idiot teaches in your school upsets you, but me dancing at night I have all of you, shitheads Deep somewhere, and that's it A gargoyle, a vampire, a demon if you want You can be a phantom Come as a warewolf, a dragon, a golem, gryphon or hedgehog, I'm not afraid anyway Show me that you are stronger than this sad town and grim times Behind the wall of the authority that is not afraid of tears

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher musical #wiedźmin musical #wiedzmin #wiedźmin #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 4 years

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Trump & the Military

(This was shamelessly copy/pasted from OP on Reddit (u/myusernameiscool1234, thanks dude!) because it needs to be spread and I wanted to update a tad, add links and reformat it so it's easier to follow. I'm sure I'm missing stuff, so feel free to add to it and I'll try to update accordingly. Please Share!)

On Military Service

• Trump dodged the draft 5 times, 4 for college and 1 by having a doctor diagnose him with bone spurs.

• Trump said having unprotected sex was his own personal Vietnam (1998)

• Trump said “I felt that I was in the military in the true sense because I dealt with those people” because he went to a military-style academy and that he has “more training militarily than a lot of the guys that go into the military”. (2015 biography)

• Trump accepted a Purple Heart from a fan at one of his rallies and said: “I always wanted to get the Purple Heart. This was much easier.” (Aug 2, 2016)

• ⁠No Trump in America has ever served in the military; this spans 5 generations, and every branch of the family tree. In fact, the reason his grandfather immigrated to America was to avoid military service

• Trump made his 2nd wife, Marla Maples, sign a prenup that would have cut off all child support if Tiffany joined the military (reported on June 4th, 2019)

Use & Treatment of Military

• He sent commandos into an ambush due to a lack of intel, and sends contractors to pick them up, resulting in a commando being left behind, tortured, and executed. (Trump approved the mission because Bannon told him Obama didn’t have the guts to do it) (Oct 4, 2017)

• He forgot the aforementioned fallen soldier’s name during a call to his pregnant widow, then attacked her the next day (Oct 23-24, 2017)

• He urged Florida to not count deployed military votes (Nov 12, 2018)

• He used troops as a political prop by sending them on a phantom mission to the border and made them miss Thanksgiving with their families (Oct-Dec, 2018).

• He stopped using troops as a political prop immediately after the election. However, the troops remained in muddy camps on the border (Nov 7, 2018).

• He called troops on Thanksgiving and told them he’s most thankful for himself (Thanksgiving, 2018)

• He fired service members living with HIV just before the 2018 holidays (Dec 19, 2018-present)

• He finally visited troops 2 years after taking office, but only after 154 vacation days at his properties (Dec 26, 2018)

• Trump lied to deployed troops that he gave them a 10% raise. He didn’t give them a 10% raise (Dec 26, 2018). He initially tried to give the military a raise that was lower than the standard living adjustment. This was before Congress told him that idea wasn’t going to work. Then after giving them the raise that Congress made him, he lied about it pretending that it was larger than Obama’s. It wasn’t.

• He revealed a covert Seal Team 5 deployment , including names and faces, on Twitter during his visit to Iraq. Endangering both the operatives and their families. (Dec 26, 2018)

• He refused to sign his party’s funding bill, which shut down the government, and forced a branch of the military (see below) to go without pay. This branch of military was forced to work without pay, otherwise they would be AWOL. However, his appointees got a $ 10,000 pay raise (Dec 22, 2018 – Jan 25, 2019)

• He didn’t pay the Coast Guard, forcing service members to rely on food pantries (Jan 23, 2019)

• He denied female troops access to birth control to limit sexual activity (on-going. Published Jan 18, 2019)

• He banned service members from serving based on gender identity (Jan 22, 2019)

• He diverted military housing funds to pay for border wall (Feb 15, 2019). A judge subsequently denied this. In July 2019, SCOTUS ruled that Trump could in fact divert military housing funds to pay for his wall.

• Trump pardoned war criminals (May, 2019)

• In May 2019, Trump turned away US military from his Memorial Day speech because they were from the destroyer USS John S. McCain. Trump initially ordered the USS John McCain out of sight during his visit to Japan (May 15, 2019) which led to the ship’s name subsequently being covered. (May 27, 2019)

• In June 2019, Trump sent troops to the border to paint the fence for a better “aesthetic appearance” (June 7, 2019)

• Trump demanded US military chiefs stand next to him at 4th of July parade (reported July 2, 2019)

• Trump made the U.S. Navy Blue Angels violate ethics rules by having them fly at his July 4th political campaign (July 4, 2019)

• On July 31, 2019, Trump ordered the Navy rescind medals to prosecutors who were prosecuting war criminals.

• On ⁠October 8th, 2019, Trump plans to withdraw from Open Skies treaty giving Russia the ability to target our military aircraft.

Attacks on Service Members

• Trump said he doesn’t consider POWs heroes because they were caught. Says he "prefers people who were not caught" (July 18, 2015)

• He said he knows more about ISIS than American generals (Oct 2016)

• Trump attacks Gold Star families including: Myeshia Johnson — a gold star widow and the Khan family—gold star parents (2016-present)

• He called a retired general a ‘dog’ with a ‘big, dumb mouth’ (Jan 1, 2019)

• Well documented dislike of Sen. John McCain, going back to his statement on POWs (see above) and leading up to McCain’s passing. On March 20, 2019, Trump complained that deceased war hero, Sen. John McCain, didn’t thank him for his funeral.

• Trump started his D-Day commemoration speech by attacking a private citizen (Bette Midler, of all people) (reported on June 4th, 2019)

• Trump used his D-Day interview at a cemetery commemorating fallen US soldiers to attack Robert Muller, former FBI special counsel and a Vietnam veteran (June 6, 2019)

• Children of deployed US troops will no longer get automatic American citizenship if born overseas during deployment. This includes US troops posted abroad for years at a time (August 28, 2019)

• After he pleading with superiors in a letter asking to offload most of the sailors on the ship in order to allow for social distancing and sanitizing the USS Theodore Roosevelt, Trump attacks Capt. Crozier calling his letter “terrible” and "not appropriate” leading the Secretary of the Navy to remove Capt. Crozier from his post. 114 of 4,000 sailors on the ship had already tested po sitive for COVID-19. (April 3, 2020)

• On June 24, 2020, the White House ends the National Guard's deployments to assist the American people during the COVID-19 pandemic, the day before thousands of National Guard members would qualify for early retirement and education benefits under the Post-9/11 GI bill.

Immigrants in the military

• He deported veterans (2017-present)

• He ordered the discharge of active-duty immigrant troops with good records (2017-present)

• Trump doubled the rejection rate for veterans requesting family deportation protections (July 5, 2018)

• Trump deported active-duty spouses (11,800 military families face this problem as of April 2018).

• Trump deported a spouse of fallen Army soldier killed in Afghanistan, leaving their daughter parentless. The US has since overturned this as of April 16, 2019.

• In July 2019, Trump denied a United States Marine of 6 years entry into the United States for his scheduled citizenship interview (Reported July 17, 2019)

Treatment of Veterans

• For a decade, Trump sought to kick veterans off of Fifth Avenue because he found them unsightly nuisances outside of Trump Tower. Being quoted as saying, “While disabled veterans should be given every opportunity to earn a living, is it fair to do so to the detriment of the city as a whole or its tax paying citizens and businesses?” in 1991.

• Trump sent funds raised from a January 2016 veterans’ benefit to the Donald J Trump Foundation instead of veteran’s charities (Jan, 2016). The foundation has since been ordered shut because of fraud and Trump to pay $2 million in damages as of November 2019.

• The controversy surrounding wether or not he said vets get PTSD because they "aren’t strong" (Oct 3, 2016)

• He blocked a veteran group on Twitter (June 2017)

• Trump changed the GI Bill through his Forever GI Act.

• Trump changing the GI Bill caused the VA to miss veteran benefits, including housing allowances and forced many veterans to run out of food and rent. “You can count on us to serve, but we can’t count on the VA to make a deadline,” one veteran said. (reported October 7, 2018)

• While in Europe commemorating the end of WWI, he didn’t attend the ceremony at a US cemetery due to the rain – but other world leaders went anyway (Nov 10, 2018)

• He got three Mar-a-Lago guests to run the VA (unknown start – present, made well-known in 2018)

• He increased privatization of the VA, leading to longer waits and higher taxpayer cost (2018)

• He tried to slash disability and unemployment benefits for Veterans to $0, and eliminate the unemployability extrascheduler rating (Dec 17, 2018)

• He canceled an Arlington Cemetery visit on Veterans Day due to light rain (Nov 12, 2018)

• He tried to deport a marine vet who is a U.S.-born citizen (Jan 16, 2019). He deported countless other veterans (2017-present)

• When a man was caught swindling veterans’ pensions for high-interest “cash advances,” Trump’s Consumer Financial Protection Bureau fined him $1. As a reminder, the Trump administration’s goal was to dismantle the CFPB, installing Mick Mulvaney as the director, who publicly stated the bureau should be disbanded. (Jan 26, 2019)

• Trump purged 200,000 veterans’ healthcare applications (due to known administrative errors within VA’s enrollment process and enrollment system) (reported on May 13, 2019)

• On August 2, 2019, Trump requisitioned military retirement funds towards the border wall.

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sabraeal · 4 years

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The Most Perverse Creature in the World, Chapter 9

It was a mistake, you realize, to ever think of the prince’s aide as still.

Anyone might look at him now and remark upon the languid ease with which he lounges, his long limbs stretching across the cab in a way that conveys a cavalier relationship with physical space while still not encroaching upon your own. A usual attitude for him to adopt, his neck craned in a way that makes your own ache to peek through the narrow gap between glass and shade.

All is as it should be, you would think, but--

He does not move, not a single muscle, save to breathe. There is no subtle dart of his eyes, no restless twitch of his finger, no mindless hum to disrupt your thoughts. He is utterly motionless; a statue molded out of bronze in the shape of the shadow you know.

Of all the mysteries that spin in your orbit, it is this one that your mind latches to, frowning as the carriage rattles down the lane. He had been fine enough in the bawd house-- friendly, even. Soft way you thought he saved for that young woman of his.

He hasn’t managed to look at you once since you left.

“Ah.” Obi startles, just slightly, gaze darting to your before scurrying away. It’s more than he’s managed the last quarter of an hour. “My lady. You seem...quite thoughtful.”

This is not your most pressing business, but it is the problem most easy to fix; a prince’s aide is a much simpler puzzle than a king. Especially this one.

“I am,” you agree, settling back against the cushion. “I mislike how little I understand of all this.”

His brows lift. “You mean with the bawd houses, my lady?”

“Yes. No. Both.” Your fist clenches in the crape of your skirt. “His Majesty does nothing without a reason.”

Obi’s mouth curls, amused. “No, my lady. His Majesty does nothing without at least three reasons.”

The laugh that rasps from you is not a pretty thing, as your governess taught you. You’ve fallen far from fashion, but there is no need to stand on propriety with the man you pay to take you to whores. “That is true enough. But that is also what bothers me. If the king does nothing without achieving quorum, then what possible reason does he have to ask me to look into all this?”

Your aide does not rush to answer; he merely settles across from you, face thoughtful, and listens.

“Perhaps he means to extract a favor,” you posit, “after all, there is not a single man on that council who wants me there. Not if I’m digging in all the pockets they leave their coin in.”

“Blackmail.” His shoulders twitch, casual. “Maybe he wants to know who’s spending dill on the side, and thinks all your digging will dredge it up for him.”

“Ha.” You shake your head. “As if I could do a better job than the spies His Majesty already employs. You know as well as I that he asks no question he does not already know the answer to.”

Obi’s mouth hooks into a troublesome smirk. “Maybe His Majesty has a soft spot for outcasts.”

You remember too late that he can not see your dubious glance, not with the cascade of tulle that obscures you, but your silence seems to convey what your face cannot.

“Come on, my lady.” His teeth flash in the shadows. “Didn’t he take a poor widow under his wing?”

You cluck your tongue, derisive. “Izana Wisteria may be a fair king-- fairer than any of his line thus far-- but he is not a soft one. Even considering the poor widow he’s deigned to take notice of.”

He raises a brow. “Should Arleon be concerned about his future plans? Since His Majesty never does something without reason, of course.”

A younger woman might flatter herself with the thought, but you laugh, low and bitter. “The king of Clarines could do far better than to marry a count’s widow, even if Haki Arleon wasn’t the greatest beauty of our age. You are clever, Sir Obi, but you will not convince me that His Majesty could be swayed by something so paltry as sentiment.” You wave your hand. “I’m far too old to be queen anyway.”

His expression crumples into confusion. “Too old? My lady, that’s--” he shakes his head-- “any man could get an heir on you, if he could find his cock to do--.”

His teeth snap shut. “Ah, I mean...never mind, my lady.”

Between the dim of the carriage and the shade of your veil, it is impossible to tell his color, but you would bet your allowance that it was a far pinker shade than it was previously.

You shake yourself. There’s no allowance for you, not anymore, not when all the accounts are in your name. “Are you offering to try, Sir Obi?”

His eyes pulse wide. “Ah, no, that wasn’t-- I didn’t mean--”

“Of course not.” You smirk behind the safety of your veil. “Your lady wouldn’t like that now would she?”

“Haah.” He slouches in his seat like a dropped accordion. “I wonder...”

He may wonder, but you-- you know what you saw in that garden. His body curved toward hers and hers had matched, gaze just as bright and attentive as his own. All they needed was one good push and they’d both fall over this precipice-- and maybe into a bed.

Not that that’s any of your business, oh no.

“Well.” He bolts upright, like his puppeteer jerked his strings. “If he’s not soft for widows and whores, where does that leave us, my lady?”

You frown, peering out the sliver of window behind your shade, watching the cobbles pass. “Taxes.”

“Taxes?” You don’t blame him for sounding so dubious. After all, what windfall could be wrung from whores?

You are a novice in deciphering the delicate weaving of Clarines’ laws, but what little you know points to none. At least, not in helping them; Toshikazu’s laws would reap far more harvest than properly taxing the men who used them.

...Or would they? “I need to know more.”

He blinks. “About the madam?”

“Her, yes.” You stretch your fingers over the window’s sill and wonder how different the world will be when you no longer experience it through a film of lace. “And the girls, and their work. I ask a question to one girl, and when I pose it to another, she refutes the last entirely. I can’t get anything done this way.”

His mouth twitches. “Not even with all your notes?”

“No.” You form the word carefully, so he is fully aware you know his game. “The notes can only show me the gaps, not fill them. I need all the girls together, having the conversation between themselves. But the madam...”

Obi laughs, scrubbing at his neck. “Yeah, she won’t like that one bit. Even getting two to a room gets me the hairy eyeball. Good thing you pay such good money, my lady.”

Your teeth clamp down in a grimace, cheeks flaring beneath lace. Yes, you had known what this might look like, but to hear him put it so baldly--

Not to admit that Arluleon has ever possessed a modicum of a point, but you can see where some of his dire warnings about your reputation may be born. Not that it was any of his business.

“I need to get her out of the house, just for a night.” Your elbow balances on the pane, cradling your chin. “I don’t know how to do it. Or rather,” you admit, chagrined, “I do, but I lack the means.”

He tilts his head, a curious tomcat. “The means?”

“Surely you know she only services the most elite clientele.” When your finger taps against your veil, you feel nothing but the phantom pressure of it. “Or at least she would, if they were not busy with younger girls.”

“And a countess doesn’t make the mark?”

“A countess of a country seat? Never.” You sigh, veil fluttering. “Even if she would consent to service a widow of little consequence, I would need to be with the women.”

“Couldn’t you keep her waiting in your parlor?” he asks, needlessly amused. “Lords do that all the time.”

“Mayu would up and quit my service.” She’s a good girl, and an obedient one, but that would be a shade too far even for a saint. “Could you imagine her keeping that woman at bay for an evening? There would be arsenic in my morning tea, and I wouldn’t even blame her.”

“Ask Master.”

“To keep her in my parlor?”

“To request her company.” His grin shines white in the dim. “I’m sure he would be happy to help.”

You may be a country countess, but you haven’t rolled off any hay wagons. “The prince of Clarines would be quite a flashy lure, but I doubt His Highness would appreciate the madam’s services.”

His mouth tilts, sly. “I wonder...”

“I hardly matters anyway,” you decide, disappointed, “I could remove the madam, but her favorite still remains.”

Obi’s mouth purses into a thoughtful pout. “You think she’s a tattler?”

“So the other girls say.” You peep through the curtain, mind as bustling as the market outside. “She is young, pretty, and entirely the madam’s creature in their opinion. I haven’t yet spoken to her. Sumire.”

“Ah.” His mouth pulls bitterly wide. “Yes. She’s a hard flower to pluck. Your money hasn’t been good enough for it, at least.”

You nod, letting the curtain drop. “I rather doubt my name would get us much of anywhere.”

“She’s meant for finer hands than yours,” Obi agrees. “One of the boys said the madam wouldn’t be happy with anyone who didn’t have His in his title.”

“The girls said she used to be a lord’s mistress,” you tell him absently. “With her so young and so popular, I supposed she would hope lightning would strike twice, only with better prospects.”

He huffs out a laugh. “And why settle for anything less than a crown?”

“A crown,” you murmur, “or someone close to it. Obi--” his eyes widen as you turn, already braced for what is to come-- “why not put it under your own name?”

His jaw goes slack, eyes as wide and bright as coin. “M-me? My lady, I’m...I’m no one.”

“You’re the aide of a prince.” You gesture to the tags that dangle over his uniform. “A man within the royal circle. A catch, by any account.”

He shifts on his bench, shoulders hiked about his ears. “Just a messenger.”

“Sir Obi--”

“No sir, either,” he tells you. “Just Obi.”

You stare. “Surely not. How long have you been in service?”

“Ah...” He grips his shoulder, fingers digging into the top of its blade. “A year and some.”

“Ah, well.” You nod. “It’s only a matter of time. Another year or two and you’ll be a sir, at least.”

He laughs. “I don’t think so, my lady. You don’t give titles to guttersnipe.”

You blink. “Why on earth not? Zakura Shidnote is a baron! The man used to be a bandit.”

Obi chokes. “What?”

“He used to work for the old Count Sui. After he’d been replaced of course.” You’d only met the man once, but even as a child, you’d understood that the man was grossly incompetent. “Nearly killed His Highness, if rumors can be believed.”

It had been all anyone could talk about when you made your debut-- Zakura Shidnote, given a title, as if shoving mulch over manure could keep it all from stinking-- and now, a decade later, there are those who cannot ever recall him being anything different.

“In any case,” you press, not willing to cede the ground you’ve won with your volley, “even without a ‘sir,’ your position within the court would be more than enough to merit an audience.”

He hums, unconvinced.

“Your elevation is not an if but a when.” You have no children, not anymore, but you fold your hands over your lap as you did when you scolded Atoshi. “You would be an investment quite certain to mature.”

“I wonder,” he says in the precise way that means he doesn’t. You are half tempted to grab him by the shoulder, to tell him just how little you do not, but his mouth quirks, eyes lighting as he adds, “But Sir certainly is.”

Your brow furrows. “Sir?”

He waves you off. “Don’t you worry, my lady. I know just the way to get you in to see her.”

#haruka x reader #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #ans #and yet another chapter without haruka #he was supposed to be but i'm moving the scene #until a more appropriate time #but enjoy a WHOLE BUNCH OF OBI #and next time #some very uncomfortable mitsuhide

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Butch Hartman is a professional artist who created The Fairly OddParents and Danny Phantom. He charged *200$* for artwork which was *traced* from someone else. He deserves all the shit he gets because this is borderline, if not outright, scamming

Oh. Well, I mean, if it's not appreciative in the act of artistic appropriation, then it's no longer an appropriate appreciator but rather a sad hack of a sack.

I wasn't aware that they were blatantly stealing others art and essentially catfishing it off as their own.

Guess I didn't ever even think people, especially an actual artist, would ever rip off another artist like that?

Which , wtf ? ! ?

Like, I've always been surrounded by artists who s u p p o r t eachother and p r o m o t e eachother's works?

You know, or all that solidarity stuff, ding collaborative efforts and aiding each other in commission oriented sales, as most of us are broke af and corona , despite increasing an interest in media and subsequent purchasing thereof, isn't gonna guarantee anyone sales since a lot of folks can't afford to buy art rn, just as much as the artists who can't afford to make it.

In fact, this pisses me off, whoever this guy is oughta get taken to court , if he has that much money already (assuming he's got a buncha money bc payouts from aforementioned past ventures), then that's fuckin criminal, worse than highway robbery, straight up greedy and petty and nasty behaviour.

Shame and guilt and remorse and embarrassment and regret and the like are awful for any human and I wouldn't wish those feelings on any being, but this guy has it coming and while I won't wish it on him, I will take his scam artist looking ass to vibe check court and see that he gets his just deserts.

Because I'm no judge, hell, can't even jury bc I'm not a peer to someone with this behaviour, I can't relate and I'm biased bc I find that deplorable.

200$ isn't much to someone who definitely isn't living paycheck to paycheck, so I'm sure he doesn't even think twice about ripping people off, but he should be prepared to barter and haggle as art is one area we are actually able to utilize and experience, legally, a barter and trade system, despite most artists charging for cash, their prices aren't set in stone and buyers need to be made aware of this, it's a two way street.

That being said, as someone who I S living paycheck to paycheck, 200$ could make or break my ability to pay rent on time.

Obviously not gonna jeopardize my living situation to buy an overpriced rip off from a scammer but we're I ignorant to the fact that he was trying to pull a fast one on me, that's an expensive lesson for me, and a heavy karmic tax for him.

tl;dr:

Thank you for bringing this to my attention, we oughta call the Artist Collective's Karmic I.R.S on his ass and audit his everything and metaphysically re-po his ass, then physically take him to court for theft of and profit off of creative content, pursuant to some sort of copyright or intellectual property law, as it's clear that's what's been violated here and it's a wrong that needs righting.

#thank you for letting me know #im surprised i had that much to say #i guess i got really pissed off #and I really care about the artists community #like globally and beyond #im passionate about it all so #everyrhing ive said comes from the heart #and I do believe ive said everything #i want to say on the subject #thanks for coming/ inviting me to this super not #a ted talk #and letting me turn it into #more or less #a talk + ed #if you will #thanks again #ayyyy 🧬👽👾🩺✌️💕🤘

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ecto-american · 5 years

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DannyMay 2019 themed story, I’m not late I’m just going my own pace pls be nice to me

Day 12: History

The truth was more painful than any injury. Agent G himself had already seen his fair share of injuries. While fairly new to the Guys in White, he already had suffered burns from ecto-blasts and a sprained ankle. It wasn't an easy job, but it was the nature of it.

But reading all these records...He couldn't help but let out of low whistle of awe. Another warrant had given them the ability to seize the medical records on Danny Phantom from an annoyed Ohmer. Warrants, forms and documentation. So much pointless paperwork.

They had only been reading through these for a few moments, but Agent G was already wincing at the details of the injuries and the self-reported incident.

"Damn, he got fucked up," Agent G said aloud. Agent K shot him a Look.

"Don't say it like that, it's unprofessional," Agent K scolded him. His coworker continued flipping through the files.

"Dude got skinned!" Agent G exclaimed. "How else am I supposed to describe it?"

"Just say it like it is," Agent K told him. "According to this report, Phantom claimed that he was captured and that another ghost attempted to skin him. How hard is it to say that?"

"But it's fucked up," Agent G blurted out. Another disapproving look from his coworker. "It is!"

"Not saying it isn't, but you need to be more professional than that," he replied.

"Kinda like how you blindly shot rockets at me a few years ago?" Agent G questioned.

"Shut up, rookie."

Agent G rolled his eyes, and he stared at the documents before him. He hated how right his coworker was. The Guys in White really felt like it was seventy percent paperwork, twenty-five percent waiting and five percent something exciting. Though he was so fast and good with doing the paperwork, he was already on the same episode of Game of Thrones as Agent K. This was so boring.

He really had expected there to be a lot more action.

"Officer Snowden will be here tomorrow, right?" Agent G asked hopefully. Agent K nodded.

"Yeah, she'll come with us tomorrow to question Phantom," he replied. "She's trained to work with youth."

"Cool, cool," Agent G said with a soft sigh. He drummed his fingers boredly on the table. "So what can I pack for tomorrow?" Please let it be ecto-guns and smoke bombs.

"Uh, here." Agent K handed the rookie a piece of paper. "Make copies of this. It's going to be the key to victory."

"What is it?" Agent G asked curiously, scanning the page.

"Forms we can fill out to get the IRS to audit taxes. You have no idea how far just threatening this form goes in terms of getting information."

"Really? No bad cop good cop?" Agent G stared in disappointment at the paper before glancing to his coworker.

"We're good cops; the IRS is bad cop," he explained. Agent K put down the files he was reading. "Look, rookie. I know you were expecting more, but this is kinda most of the job. Learn to enjoy it. It's a sweet gig."

"How do you mean?" Agent G blurted out. "Aren't you bored?" Agent K shrugged.

"Yeah, it's a little boring, but because everybody wants to join the Men in Black, and basically only Amity Park believes in ghosts and has ghost activity, there's basically no requirements to join, good insurance and decent pay. I haven't actually had to do any real work until Danny Phantom showed up. And I did the same deal as you, graduated high school, police academy then here. So it's been almost twenty years of maybe three years worth of work? At most." Agent K began to collect the files to put in a white briefcase.

"That's so...unproductive," Agent G said. He passed the files he was reading over. Agent K shuffled them and put them into the briefcase as Agent G stood with the IRS form to head to the copy room.

"Welcome to working for the government and seeing your tax dollars at work up close and personal. Now make the copies and bring me them and the warrants so we can go home and prepare for tomorrow."

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Phantom, no-Danny's eyes kept glued to them as they came back into his room. Jazz shot them a warm smile despite her fingers nervously playing with loose threads of Phant-Danny's sheets. Neither could bring themselves to return any kind of smile, instead just watching them with such an overwhelming mix of emotions, it was hard to tell what was most present. Fear for their son, the ghost, and his safety. Betrayal that they had to find out this way, when he was so hurt he needed a hospital visit. Relief that they finally had Phantom in their, that they finally knew exactly where their son was after hours of mystery. A strange indescribable feeling as the years of puzzle pieces began to click together in the wake of what was going on.

Maddie couldn't bring herself to look at him as she shuffled to her seat, but Jack stared back at him. His eyes were wide and watching. He fidgeted with the marker in trembling fingers. The gho-his son was afraid.

Jack settled into one of the chairs meant for visitors, next to Maddie near the foot of the hospital bed. His fingers drummed on his knee anxiously as he glanced between his kids. Jazz had taken her seat to sit right next to Phant-next to Danny. Danny, with bright white hair and glowing eyes. White hair that used to be such an identifiable marker for their ghostly enemy. How did Danny change-that light. It had to be.

His hands felt sweaty, remembering how much Phantom was struggling to breath and how much pain he was in, the garbled ectoplasm and the amount of effort he had seemingly did to prevent that light from coming. Because of that look in his eyes as he and Jack stared at each other. The gho-his son didn't want him to see what would happen.

"How are you doing, Danny?" he questioned.

Danny kept his eyes on them, despite uncapping the marker and beginning to write. He only broke eye contact to glance to see where Maddie was and to check his writing as he scribbled very quickly on the whiteboard. Danny was afraid of them.

OK.

Jack simply nodded. He looked over at Maddie. She had begun staring blankly at Danny, and he leaned over to nudge her.

"What's his condition?" he asked. Maddie straightened in her seat.

"Seven fractures, seven missing teeth, five more badly damaged and tongue's almost gone. Plus the skinning, and a few other small cuts. They've already given him a few stitches, and there were." Maddie glanced to her son as he continued to watch them. Jazz mirrored his actions, both silent as they listened in. "Several other injuries. Old ones. They did what they could for some of them. Such as this really bad burn on his back."

A really bad burn on his back. From the Fenton Bazooka Jack had aimed at Phant-that Jack had shot at his own son as he had tried to desperately fly away from him. Only earlier that day. A shot he had taken so much pride in, a shot that had finally landed against a difficult target. He shot his own son. And this wasn't even the first time. They had such bad history as FentonWorks and Phantom.

"I'm going to be doing surgery with them, since they're going to need," Maddie trailed off. She didn't want to say it. Her ghost expertise was needed under the knife.

"I'll do it if you can't," Jack offered immediately. He glanced at his son. He looked pale with worry, and Jack had to look away. Never in his life did he expect that he'd be reluctant to take a chance to study a ghost under the knife.

"No, I can do it," Maddie insisted, but she didn't sound convinced. To have to operate on your own child…

Jack heard a marker squeaking, and he turned to watch the bedridden teen scribbling something down on the whiteboard. He soon held it up to them.

Are you mad? I'm sorry.

"Of course not!" Maddie sprung to her feet to rush to him. Jack followed her. She immediately put her hands gently on his cheeks, kissing his forehead lovingly. "Danny, I'm so, so sorry." Her voice cracked painfully. Danny exhaled softly, and he visibly relaxed. Even Jazz seemed a little more relieved. "Oh, my baby must be in so much pain."

"I've been worried about you all day," Jack added, and he moved to lean in as close as he could to Danny, wiggling an arm behind his back to gently hug him. He felt Danny grab his arm and squeeze instead of a hug.

Maddie straightened, and she let go of Danny's face in favor of taking his hand to squeeze tightly. Jack held on a bit more before finally letting go, but he kept a hand on Danny's shoulder. Danny's hand wiped at his eyes before he accepted a tissue from the box Jazz offered.

"We're in a bad situation," Maddie spoke bluntly. Jazz raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The Guys in White are already here," she explained. "And they have a warrant. When Danny gets discharged, they want to take him in." Danny paled, and he sunk down in the bed. He pulled his hand away from his mom to write. Jazz glanced worriedly at Danny. "And the hospital was able to prevent them from taking him for now. Something about a legal loophole. We need to figure out a way to make sure Danny gets released to us."

"Danny, no," Jazz said sharply. Jack peered to see what Danny had written.

I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have come here. They're going to arrest me.

"Jazz is right," Maddie agreed. "We couldn't have helped you. Your jaw is bad. We would have had to take you here anyway."

"That doesn't matter now," Jack said. "What matters is that you're going to be fine. And we'll figure this out."

"We should talk to the lawyer," Jazz spoke up. "Maybe she can tell us more. Or tell us who to talk to?"

"Danny has surgery in an hour," Maddie mused, glancing at the clock. It was nearly nine at night. "And I don't know if that lawyer is still even here. It's so late."

"Jazzypants and I will go check, or leave her a message, just see what we can do," Jack promised her. "We'll get through this."

Maddie just nodded. Jack motioned for Jazz to come with him. She nodded, and she gave Danny a final smile before getting up to follow their dad.

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Jack was surprised to see the light still on in the office of Elizabeth Ohmer. The lawyer was here way past any normal hour he'd expect a lawyer to be open. But he was glad she stuck around, and he stopped outside of the door, sighing heavily.

"You okay?" Jazz's voice snapped him out of a stupor. Jack shook his head no.

"I can't believe Danny didn't tell us," he said quietly. "And he only told us because…" Well, he didn't even really tell him. He found out. Everything just clicked too well, and he hated it. He hated that this was even a situation. How could Danny hide this from him?

"Worry about that later," Jazz urged him, and she raised her knuckles to the door. She paused, letting her hand hover. "It's just really complicated," she tried to explain. Jack's stomach felt empty, and he didn't want to hear what he knew she was going to say. He quickly raised his own hand, lightly knocking and cutting her off.

"Come in!" a voice called out. Jack opened the door, revealing the lawyer at her desk. She looked tired, hair pulled back and looking a bit frazzled. He couldn't help but notice that she had taken her heels off and was letting them sit next to her desk, along with her suit jacket hung carelessly on a coat rack. "Oh, hello! How can I help you?"

"Hello, I wanted to ask about Phantom?" Jack questioned. Ohmer motioned for him and Jazz to claim seats in front of her desk as a yawn slipped out.

"What can I help you with?" she inquired. Ohmer stretched a bit, her back cracking as she sat straight, letting her hands rest on her desk.

"My wife told me that the Guys in White want to take Phantom when he's discharged," Jack explained. Jack leaned forward onto the desk. "It's very important to us that Phantom doesn't go with the Guys in White."

"I'm glad you agree," Ohmer nodded. She sighed, leaning back in her chair once more. "They came by with a warrant not too long ago. We had to surrender the new medical record we made for him. And I know they'll be back, and they'll have more warrants and documents. I'll have no choice but to let him be discharged to them. I've been trying to find something, but…" Ohmer trailed off.

"But?" Jazz pressed curiously.

"I'm not an expert in this kind of law," Ohmer explained. "I'm a lawyer for a hospital, I don't know the criminal law or anything that well. I tried to get in contact with some people who may help, but it's." She looked at her watch with a frustrated sigh. "Almost nine-thirty on a Friday night. Nobody's going to be in their office or likely even call back until Monday. So we're kind of on our own."

"We want to help," Jazz replied.

"Yes," Jack jumped in. "Please. Where should we start?"

Ohmer stared between the two of them for a moment, looking thoughtfully at them.

"I think the best and first action is to locate Phantom's family," Ohmer said slowly. The lawyer slightly swayed back and forth in her chair as she thought. Jack and Jazz exchanged a nervous glance with each other. "If we can find out who he was, his history, it'd really help us in that he'll have adults who can represent him. His parents, or maybe an aunt or grandparent. Older cousin. Somebody."

"And what if we can't?" Jazz wondered. She leaned onto the desk. Jack knew she had the exact same worries as him. This newly discovered secret being exposed when it would eventually be uncovered that the closest thing to an alive identity Phantom had was Fenton. "It'd be...it'd be really hard to track such a thing down. Wouldn't it?"

"It would be," Ohmer admitted with a sigh. "We could eventually. But we just simply don't have that kind of time. We may just have to see if we can assign him a legal guardian, through some kind of loophole maybe? He's likely classified as a runaway of sorts by now, emancipated given that he's living independently of his parents. Or he could be placed into a foster family for now."

"What about me?" Jack wondered. Ohmer cocked her head curiously at him. "Mads and I would do it. We'll be his legal guardians." That felt so odd to say.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Ohmer mused thoughtfully.

"Why not? It'd help us get Phantom home where he can recover safely," Jack pointed out. Ohmer had a skeptical look as she studied him.

"Mr. Fenton, given your long and detailed history with him, I think it's a very terrible idea, and it'd be irresponsible of me to allow him to be discharged into your care. The very public campaign against him, the interview statements about your desires to study him, dissecting him molecule by molecule," Ohmer explained. Jack's stomach dropped as he was forced to remember all the things he had said. "You're a ghost hunter. He's a ghost. To be very frank, Mr. Fenton, Dr. Carrington and I both have already agreed that you are not somebody that we trust to handle Phantom's long term care after he's discharged. No more than than we trust the Guys in White with his care. I apologize, but you have to understand. I'm also very certain that the Guys in White would use your interest in taking Phantom into your care as merely a ruse, and that there would be child abuse happening within the home. I have nothing against you, or the work that you do. But right now, Phantom is my patient, and he's also a minor. I'm doing what I believe is best for him."

Jack wringed his hands a bit to try and overcome how numb he felt at the words. He had no arguments or counter-points or...really anything. She was right. She was so many levels of right, and he never felt like a worse father. His own child hadn't been safe in their home for years. Hadn't been safe from him or his mom. Danny didn't even...didn't even tell him. He probably never felt safe enough to confide in them. Even before this, Danny had to have doubts that Jack loved him more than anything. And who could blame him. He was no safer at home than he was...with the Guys in White.

Jack dry swallowed. He could only imagine the amount of daily fear Danny had of him, and he hated that he knew exactly why Danny never told him or Maddie.

"So what then?" Jack wondered. "Phantom's just going to go into foster care? And there's nothing I can do?" Ohmer shrugged. Panic flushed through him. No, no, no. His son had to come home with him.

"He's in our legal hands right now," she explained. She sat up to look through her book, flipping a few pages. The lawyer glanced up at them to give them a reassuring smile. "I'll figure something out."

"How can I help? I can read fast, and I take good notes," Jazz offered. Ohmer didn't glance up from her work, and Jack could tell she was debating internally.

"It'd be difficult to read through everything by yourself," Jack tried to persuade her. Please. Please just let me do anything to make sure Danny comes home.

Ohmer bookmarked her page, but she didn't close it. Instead, scooting her chair to a bookshelf, she began to scan the titles. She plucked a few from the shelves.

"Um, look through here for anything related to orphaned children," she replied. "Or a minor without a legal guardian, emancipated teens, anything that could go along with that." She handed Jazz a book, and she eagerly took it, flipping it open. Ohmer flipped a book to double check the name before giving it to Jack. "And Jack, can you look through this one for anything related to police procedures for a patient who's in custody?"

Jack accepted the book, setting it on the desk. He stared at the title of it, a long law-based title that he couldn't even begin to truly understand. He opened it curiously, flipping through a few pages. Tiny text, many big words. Zero pictures.

"I'm going to get us some coffee," Jack offered as he stood up. His knees felt a bit weak, but he didn't quite buckle. "It's going to be a long night."

#broken ectoplasm #my phics #phics #danny phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #dannymay #my dannymay #dannymay19 #my dannymay19

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