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yourheartonfire · 1 year

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Any other day, hiding an injury they’d picked up from their nighttime cape work wouldn’t have been a problem. The hero would’ve been in orchestra or robotics lab or study hall and they could muscle through those no problem. But it was Thursday, and that meant it was fencing club.

Any other teacher and it would’ve been fine. The hero could have begged off on a stomachache or other conveniently invisible illness and the coach would’ve shrugged and let them sit on the sidelines doing homework. But today both coach and assistant coach were out, so it fell to the team captain to run practice. And the current team captain had hated hero’s guts since they were in fifth grade.

“C’mon, lazy bones, you’ve been dragging through warm-ups even more than normal,” the hero’s longtime rival drawled, flicking their sabre eagerly as they stepped up on the piste. “You’re up first. En garde.”

“We’re supposed to be doing footwork drills today,” one of hero’s friends protested.

The team captain arched an eyebrow. “You’d really rather do drills than bout? Maybe start with a few more laps?” they asked the rest of the team. There was some muttering and sideways looks. Nobody would rather do footwork, but hero knew from the worried looks in their direction that they were not carrying this off convincingly.

Well, maybe they could work with that. If the hero threw up all over the piste the rival would have to let them go to the nurse. If they timed it right, maybe they could hit the rival too.

“It’s fine,” the hero said, hoisting themselves up with a wince. They did not favor their leg as they walked up, took their stance, riding the waves of pain like they always did. And, yeah, maybe they’d never taken a wound quite as bad as the long shallow cut over their thigh, patched together in the bathroom with medical tape and superglue, but they could handle this. They always handled it.

As they saluted the team captain, something shifted in their old rival’s expression. A moment of uncertainty, a harder head-to-toe scan. But then the moment was gone and their rival gave them a smirk only a shade less smug than normal before sliding their mask down.

The hero attacked first. Their rival loved to bait them into counter-time errors, force them on the defensive, but today the hero just didn’t care. They went for it with an aggression that raised an “oooOOOHhhh!” from the rest of the team. Press, press, press, press. Their sabre seemed to move on its own through the rising red haze, and the hero watched in fascination as their rival’s weapon rose to catch it in a bind, flicked it aside -

- and then the hero felt something across their right thigh go rrrrrrrrrrip.

There was a terrible flash of blackness. And the next thing the hero knew, their rival was holding them up, both of them staring down at the growing red patch across the hero’s leg.

“You?” their rival rasped behind their mask.

The hero tried to speak and could only heave. Their team captain shot a glance to their teammates - then dropped the hero, letting their sabre run along the leg.

Later, much later, after they’d gotten home from the hospital, the hero got the story from their friends on the team. How they’d stumbled and the team captain had sliced them by accident, how the team captain had swiftly applied first aid and organized the 911 call, how they’d apologized to everyone from the paramedics to the school headmaster and offered to resign their captainship, how disciplinary action may be pending. But no one could explain how a practice sabre could have gone right into their leg like that...

The hero shrugged, assuring their friends it must have been a freak accident. All the while their stomach churned.

Their rival’s voice as they’d gasped out that ‘you’. And the way they’d sliced the hero’s pants leg almost perfectly across the original cut. As if they’d known exactly how last night’s villain had drawn their wicked sharp knife along the hero’s leg.

The next night the hero was back out on the rooftops. The villain was waiting for them, with a nasty smile and a longer blade. “You,” they purred, and the hero’s heart skipped a beat.

#my fiction #heroxvillain #hero x villain #teen hero x teen villain #teen heroes #hero is really overscheduled #should definitely quit something #100 #300

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sjbattleangel · 7 months

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HellYeahHeroes/Grim Goblin, this needs to stop.

@hellyeahheroes

Before you say it, I'm not "tone-policing" or "censoring", I'm simply calling out your hateful toxicity. Once and for all. The way you demonized creators were-and still are-beyond disgusting. Instead of using your platform to celebrate comics as a fantastic medium and form storytelling, you have used it to personally attack writers you hold pretty grudges against. Let's get a few things out of the way:

Jonathan Hickman is NOT a fascist sympathizer or closeted Neo-Nazi.

Jason Aaron is NOT a misogynist, Reddit-dudebro militant atheist or an eugenics supporter.

Ed Brisson is NOT a homophobe, bigot or fascist sympathizer.

Dan Slott is NOT a racist, misogynist, pervert or fascist sympathizer.

Donny Cates is NOT a homophobe, misogynist or Nazi apologist.

James Tynion IV, Scott Snyder and Joshua Williamson are NOT fascist sympathisers nor does Williamson support eugenics.

But most importantly: They are NOT hacks.

It was never about "wanting well-written stories", "having your favourite characters treated with respect" or "criticising crappy writing", no. Comics completely aside, it was all an excuse to lead hate campaigns. Because you hate them as people. Full stop.

Way before you read any of their work, once you saw their faces and names, you've held a deep parasocial hatred against them for existing. Why? Did they personally hurt you? Did they run over your dog? Did they force you to watch them eat your goldfish? Did they shove you into lockers? Did you see them burn an orphanage of puppies and kittens and then get away with it by claiming it was in "self-defence?" Did they take a massive, stinking dump in the middle of your living room and demand that you pay for it? Why? What did any of these creators do to you? Was sending all those death threats necessary? You're no "critic" or "champion of progress", you're a bully. No better than the supervillains your heroes fight against.

Cass, Kamala, Jen, Carol, The Champions, Runaways, New Mutants, New Warriors, Academy-X New X-Men would be ashamed of you.

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jadity · 7 months

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Late-night writer thoughts: How can I defeat my time-manipulating villain with a group of teenagers who can barely cook an egg?

#writing community #writers on tumblr #teen heroes #time travel #villain showdown #writing

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brokenbunnny · 2 years

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STRIKE Issue #1

*Panel shows a riot of civilians in front of the city hall. SPECTRE is not yet a hero.*

SPECTRE: Please everyone!

Calm down please!

CIVILIAN ONE: We don't want to be saved by your vigilantes!

CIVILIAN TWO: Are we training our children to send them to their deaths and call them heroes?! That's just wrong!

SPECTRE: Please calm down!

Our cities heroes are only trying to help you!

CIVILIAN THREE: We don't want their help!

CIVILIAN FOUR: They're just freaks the government's using as soldiers!

*OBSIDIAN makes their way through the crowd and to a place everyone can see them.*

OBSIDIAN: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

CIVILIAN TWO: Oh dear god!

CIVILIAN FOUR: A villain!

OBSIDIAN: Now I would recommend that you all skedaddle. I have some business I need to attend to.

*The crowd all fearfully run away.*

Now we wait for The Actor.

MEANWHILE

*CREAMPUFF, who is not yet CREAMPUFF is heading towards her dance class when she sees THE ACTOR in civvies being suspiciously in a rush.*

CREAMPUFF: Hey Mars!

Where are you off too...?

*THE ACTOR doesn't notice CREAMPUFF and keeps running, CREAMPUFF, suspicious, follows unseen. THE ACTOR runs to the city hall and changes into their uniform before entering.*

THE ACTOR: Obsidian.

OBSIDIAN: Ah, you made it, hero!

I was starting to think you wouldn't show up.

THE ACTOR: Well of course I would show up.

I'm the one who needed to talk to you.

See STRIKE #0

OBSIDIAN: Oh yes, I remember.

Now, what was it that you wanted to discuss?

*CREAMPUFF catches up to THE ACTOR and hides behind a door and watches everything.*

CREAMPUFF: *Whispering, to self* Wait...

Thats The Actor and...

...Obsidian?

Where did Mars go?

THE ACTOR: You'll actually be surprised.

OBSIDIAN: Oh?

THE ACTOR: I want to recruit you. To reform you.

OBSIDIAN: Recruit me? Reform me?

THE ACTOR: Yes.

OBSIDIAN: Now, why would you even want to do that? Hm? Do you think I can really be trusted?

Hero, I'm the bad guy, in case you forgot.

THE ACTOR: Listen, Guy has gone missing.

I didn't have much connection with him after his retirement but I know he wasn't the most social person.

During his hero days you were who we fought against the most.

I don't know...

...I thought you would know something about him or where he might go after studying him for so long.

*Panel shows shock on both OBSIDIAN and CREAMPUFFs faces.*

OBSIDIAN: My...

CREAMPUFF: *Whispering, to self* Guy...is...gone...?

OBSIDIAN: Well...

...That is certainly some interesting news.

THE ACTOR: So...

...What do ya say?

OBSIDIAN: I don't think the public will be very happy if I were to play hero.

THE ACTOR: If you help me with a missing persons case as big as this I'll see what i can do about getting you pardoned.

OBSIDIAN: I doubt you'll do that.

You don't even trust me, do you?

THE ACTOR: I do trust you.

OBSIDIAN: Then prove it.

THE ACTOR: How about I make you a deal?

If you join me, I'll tell you who's behind the mask.

*OBSIDIAN smiles.*

OBSIDIAN: Alright, hero.

You've got yourself a deal.

*THE ACTOR and OBSIDIAN shake hands to seal the deal.*

OBSIDIAN: So now tell me, who are you?

*THE ACTOR slowly takes off their mask*

CREAMPUFF: *Gasp. Whispering, to self.* Oh my god...

The Actor is...

THE ACTOR: My name is...

CREAMPUFF AND THE ACTOR: Mars!

*CREAMPUFF was a little to loud and was heard by THE ACTOR catching their attention. THE ACTOR suddenly looks toward the door, CREAMPUFF covers her mouth in fear.*

THE ACTOR: I'm sorry, I thought I heard something.

OBSIDIAN: *In awe* ...Your beautiful.

THE ACTOR: Hm?

*THE ACTOR quickly turns back to face OBSIDIAN who is slowly reaching their arm towards THE ACTOR who takes a large step back.*

OBSIDIAN: I thought you trusted me.

*THE ACTOR leans forwards to show trust and OBSIDIAN tucks a few strands of hair behind THE ACTORs ears, holding their face.*

OBSIDIAN: Heh, I didn't know you had freckles...

...They're cute.

*THE ACTOR smiles. OBSIDIAN takes off their own mask and leans in for a kiss. THE ACTOR pulls away.*

THE ACTOR: Well, um uh. Good to know your on the team...

...I've got a uh, few more people to talk to so um I'll stay in touch...

*THE ACTOR puts both of their masks back on to hide the fact that they are currently a blushing mess as they head toward to window and pull out a grappling hook.*

OBSIDIAN: But...

THE ACTOR: Good bye!

*THE ACTOR grapples away. OBSIDIAN throws their mask down and sit on the windowsill.*

OBSIDIAN: Stupid!

Ugh! what is wrong with you that was a stupid move!

*CREAMPUFF looks back at her dance bag and thinks hard while staring at a dark blue crop top with a heart logo.*

LATER

*Panels show THE ACTOR arrive at a cabin house on the outskirts of town and an apartment door, both residents answer.*

THE ACTOR: Hello...

...V.

...Bug.

I am putting together a team to search for a missing persons and I am well aware of your abilities.

BLURRY FACE: My abilities? I-I don't know what your talking about...

...You must have the wrong person.

SPECTRE: Missing? Who's gone missing?

THE ACTOR: V, I am well aware that you have been following Guy and I for the past few years.

I know very well about the powers of your incense and crystals as well.

Guy has gone missing, I need your expertise to help find him.

SPECTRE: I'm not so sure if I'm the right person for this, don't get me wrong I would love to help but...

There is nothing special about me.

BLURRY FACE: And all this time I thought I was being sneaky.

Ok, I'll help!

THE ACTOR: Nonsense. I've heard about how you can calm a crowd and that you are incredibly handy with a computer.

We could use a tech expert on our team.

SPECTRE: Wow, thats really an honor...

...I would love to join you! Thank you so much for this opportunity!

THE ACTOR: Perfect!

*THE ACTOR hands them both a card.*

THE ACTOR: Meet me at this address on saturday next week at exactly 4:45.

Don't be late.

BLURRY FACE: Will do!

SPECTRE: Thank you! I'll be there!

LATER

*OBSIDIAN is stopped in an alleyway by CREAMPUFF in a makeshift uniform made from her dance clothes.*

OBSIDIAN: And who might you be?

CREAMPUFF: I'm no one.

But...

*CREAMPUFF threatenly leans in toward OBSIDIAN.*

CREAMPUFF: If you dare hurt Mars.

I'll kill you.

*OBSIDIAN nonchalantly pushes CREAMPUFF back with one hand.*

OBSIDIAN: Calm down, creampuff.

You got nothing to worry about.

*OBSIDIAN walks away.*

CREAMPUFF: Sure.

But I'll be watching.

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measrobin · 5 months

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character based on Robin in Death Trap!!

#robin #peril #sidekick #teen heroes

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quirkycatsfatstacks · 7 months

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Series Binge: My Hero Academia Vol. 26

Series: My Hero AcademiaWriter/Artist: Kohei HorikoshiPublisher: VIZ MediaReleased: January 5, 2021Received: Own Findit on Goodreads | Summary: In the world of My Hero Academia, approximately eighty percent of the population (and growing) have been born with quirks – unique superpowers. Midoriya is part of the twenty percent group – born without a quirk. He never let that destroy his dreams of…

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#Manga #My Hero Academia #My Hero Academia Vol. 26 #ohei Horikoshi #Review #series binge #Shonen #Superheroes #Teen heroes #VIZ Media

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nerdpoe · 3 months

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Constantine has found an, as the colloquial term would be, easy mark.

He's just found out that the High Prince of the Infinite Realms is a freshly dead fourteen year old. And like, yeah, sucks that the kid died, he feels for him.

But also; the kid has a problem that's ridiculously easy to solve.

The American Government is trying to declare war on the realm that holds all universes together, and Constantine knows a few people who can bring that to light and get that shit shut down real fucking quick.

So he goes to Amity Park, to the little Prince's haunt so he can pin him down, help him out for "free", and work out a deal to call the American Government off.

Except the kid just wants him to do his stitches. Because the American Government wasn't bluffing, and has developed weapons that can and will harm the fabric of reality.

John does the kids stitches. They aren't very good, but they're the best he can do.

He sticks around.

He patches the little Prince up.

He...he gets attached.

He watches the GIW actually hurt the kid, seriously, to the extent that he actively steps in and gets himself labeled a terrorist by taking them out.

Now he's got an angry Big Three on the line, demanding to know what is going on, and he's realizing that he's a little past tricking a deal out of a kid that has too much power.

It's personal.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #no john doens't realize danny's a halfa for awhile #when he does find out first is confusion because how #second is concern because this is not only a prince but another teen hero #third is writing a letter of recommendation to Red Tornado to get the kid into a support network

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Danny laid across his throne, legs planted across the left arm of the ornate chair and back pressed uncomfortably against the right.

"Listen," Danny started, letting his head flop to the side as he glared at a hovering Observant. "This meeting has wasted enough of my time. You all have been arguing for hours and that's without Clockwork slowing things down."

"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. Belial means to overthrow and rule my-our world!"

"I am distinctly aware aware of that," Ancients, Danny couldn't wait to go home and rid himself of the formal speech he'd had to adopt in order to be taken seriously. Well, as seriously as he cared to be taken when sprawled across his throne instead of sitting on it intimidatingly or something. He slowly placed his gaze on the suddenly still demon sitting across from him. "Yet you've proposed fifteen different plans that were all unviable for whatever reasons you've cooked up. Your conclusion is that I must step in. Does your world not have heroes to take care of it?"

The demon- another lord of hell from this Belial’s universe- fell silent.

“Ah. But if they do, they would also take care of you.”

“No- no, that’s not-”

Danny allowed his voice to drop to the artic freeze he knew his core was capable of. "I opened these these doors to allow all of you to present me with reasonable concerns regarding your own universes and realms. What is not on the table for discussion is your petty politics. Do you think I am unaware of your intentions in tattling to me? That I do not know you are trying to use me to further your own position?"

"Your Majesty, I-" The demon growled out, fear slowly coating its expression.

"It no longer amuses me. You think that I am young and easy to manipulate." Danny froze the demon to its chair. It tried to break free, but Danny isn't the High King of the Infinite Realms for nothing. "Bring to me a miserable problem like this ever again, one that could be easily solved if you used even a smidgen of your intelligence, and you will find exactly how I tore Pariah Dark from his throne."

Not that Danny knew how he did it either, he just did it.

"Yes, Your Majesty. My-my apologies."

The room is dead (Danny patted himself on the back for the pun) silent. Some of the Ancients looked bored, like Clockwork who knew Danny would never hurt them, but everyone else looked close to crying. He held eye contact with the demon until it looked away.

When Danny settled back into the throne and allowed his ice to dissipate, the room let out a collective sigh of relief.

"The next item on the agenda is another demon, by the name of Trigon." Clockwork announced, the large piece of paper comically huge next to his currently toddler-like body.

"Another?"

He flicked an amused look at the previous demon, who kept his trap firmly shut.

"He is attempting to take over multiple worlds in an attempt to conquer the universe. I had thought you would be interested in this one, Your Majesty, as he plans to begin with Earth 135."

Danny stilled. That was his Earth. His haunt.

"Does he know of the Realms?"

"Vaguely, I believe."

"Then he should know the rules. I will wait to see if my Earth's heroes are capable to step to the task."

Danny would be a hypocrite if he doesn’t let the heroes of his Earth try first, even if he is one of those heroes.

"Of course," Clockwork grinned at him, fully aware of the shit Danny's about to stir back home. Ah, the wonders of being able to influence the time stream. Perhaps the young Ghost King will finally get some friends, and maybe get those pesky speedsters to stop making his jobs so hard. Cujo yipped at Danny as the King begrudgingly moved onto the next topic.

——

Raven shuddered as she watched the footage of her "brothers" laughing while steering their human "meatbags" around. She turned back to the giant circle of donated blood and herb filled candles.

“This is a nuclear option, don’t you think?” Green Arrow mumbled, clearly not against it by the half hearted way he’d said it. The Star City billionaire nursed his cracked ribs.

“No,” she floated over to where Zatanna and Constantine kneeled, trying to see if they needed help with the inscriptions. “Trigon is coming soon, and my brothers will no doubt find their way here in a moment. We are out of time.”

“Yeah. Plus, we don’t want Raven to be turned into a portal.” Garfield piped up, switching animal forms rapidly.

“No one dies.” Red Robin muttered. His wrist computer was open, monitoring the surroundings of the open field they found themselves uneasily occupying. Batman grunted in affirmation, eyeing the tree line. Every hero except the magical ones were on look out, preparing themselves for one more battle against the two demons that were trying to take Raven and force her into becoming a portal.

“Hey guys, we might want to hurrythisupbecausethey’re kind of close!” Impulse slammed into the room.

“Done.” Zatanna got up, motioning for everyone to step back. In Superman’s case, he floated back.

“Too bad you won’t get to use it,” a voice drawled, dripping with malice and the screams of a thousand souls.

“Come now, little sister. Why fight fate? Be grateful father has deigned to spare you. If not for your dirty blood being useful, you would be dead, little sister. Give up, before our patience runs out alongside the lives of your little pets.” Another, mocking, voice gleefully rumbled.

Raven would rather gouge out her own heart than to claim these two as any type of family.

“You won’t touch them.” Raven snarled, powers rising even as the marks on her body burned a painful red.

“Buy us some time!”

With that, the group of beaten and battered heroes rose to clash against just two demons, for a chance to save their world.

——

The Circle crackled. Danny felt a tug on his core. He followed the thread of the summoning. Oh. It was his haunt. Earth 135. Hm. It tasted of blood. Desperation? A hint of anticipation. Oh, an overload of fear. Could use some more hope, but Danny understood that it was rather hard to season these kinds of summonings with hope.

“Stop.” Danny commanded, straightening in his chair.

“Sire, we have more-”

“There is an issue with my haunt,” with that, he followed the summons.

——

“Ugh,” was the first thing everybody on the frozen battlefield heard. The demons had smacked away many of the heroes, but they all turned as one when the circle lit up a bright green. “Why do you people always use blood? I’m dead, I don’t need any more iron!”

A boy

Raven’s eldest brother let out a hideous rumble. “You fools tried to summon the king, and you got a dead boy. And now, you’ve doomed another.”

Constantine looked resigned, and regretful. “I am so, so sorry,” he whispered. It was just a kid. John might be a lot of things, but even he found summoning dead kids for demons to devour was just a step too far. “Shite, we got the wrong fucking-”

“Hey, man, that’s rude,” the boy snapped back, waving John off.

“Brother, kill the whelp.”

“I vote on not killing the whelp. Not killing at all, really,” the boy stepped out of the massive blood circle, wrinkling his nose at the drying stains.

“This is not one of your pesky democracies, fool.”

In response, the demons lunged at him, ignoring the screams of the surrounding heroes as they shoved their human arms through the boy’s stomach.

“So,” the boy continues, “I heard your dad was after my haunt?”

“Your haunt, whelp? This earth shall be his! And through him, ours!” Raven slammed against the demons with her power, shadows enlarging and tossing them away from the unharmed… ghost boy?

“Is it?”

——

Wow, these demons are so rude. Normally, it’d be a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy halls of his throne room. But since they’re attacking his haunt…

“Thanks. You’re… Raven, right?”

Raven nodded, arms outstretched in concentration as she held her brothers back.

“You have to go. We’re- we’re sorry you got pulled into this, but it’s not safe here.”

“Eh. It’s cool. You don’t have to do that anymore, by the way.” Danny stepped forward once more, green skin shifting and gliding as everything about him sharpened. He flew at the demons piloting the human shells, catching them around the necks and dragging the demons out of their stolen bodies. The threw them even further away as he floated in the air, a beacon of green and white. Raven thought it looked like hope.

“My name is Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms,” let it be known that Danny always had an eye for dramatic entrances. He shifted into something more off, more eldritch, more kingly. The crown flared to life above his head. “You have invaded my haunt. You have challenged me. What do you plead?”

“You’re not-” they said.

“Wrong answer,” Danny flew at them once more, body contorting into something undeniably terrorizing, his maw unhinging and crunching down on the demons with a sound that made the present heroes cringe.

“Ugh,” Danny grunted, turning back and floating peacefully to the group of heroes- Tucker and Sam would be so stoked he met Wonder Woman and Batman!- and chewed rapidly. He shifted back into his normal form. “Eating demons always leaves me with indigestion. And their bones get everywhere up in my teeth!” Danny pulled out a giant femur looking bone from his mouth, despite it not logically fitting in there.

“Right. No eating demons, solid life advice.” Red Robin said.

“Right? So, you’re Raven! It’s nice to meet you! Think you can summon your dear ol’ dad for me?”

“But we summoned you to stop Trigon, not help him come here.” Superman said, frowning.

“One! That summoning circle is wack. Those things you piled up as offerings? Mid. Also, if you thought you could control me with those terribly written spells, you’re dead wrong. And yes, I am making puns about death.” Danny jabs an aggressive finger towards the shabby circle.

“Have you considered that maybe not every being that can be summoned wants a shit ton of useless blood? Like what if I wanted food? And two, how am I supposed to beat up Trigon if he’s still stuck in the prison realm?”

“I have a cup of coffee,” Nightwing offered. “Kid Flash could probably get you food, right?”

“Yep, surethinganythingyouwantyourMajesty.”

“You wouldn’t catch me alive accepting food from a speedster. You people fuck up the timelines so much,” Danny grumbled, crunching on the last of Raven’s brothers. Raven thought she should probably sit down.

“But you’re dead.” Batman said, something about his voice catching the sharp attention of his protégés who all started making cutting motions at him.

“Fair,” Danny pointed at him, grinning. “I’ll take two pizza and Nightwing’s coffee as payment for taking care of your little demon overlord problem. Raven, summon your dad.”

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Didn’t much like the characterization of this piece but it’s been in my drafts for a while and I needed it out

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brasstress · 1 year

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I find the concept of teen heroes really funny

They make it to school late and their English teacher gives them detention for being 10 minutes late to their class. And the main character(s) just have to pretend that they didn’t just straight up travel to like a parallel dimension and witness the heat death of the universe.

”Of course my hair looks like a mess Sarah. I was preoccupied saving the world from the alien invasion of the week to care about your opinion on my hairstyle.” It gives major “I just got back.” Veronica Sawyer vibes.

#teen heroes #heroes #kids shows

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ghostpainters · 1 year

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Danny Phantom and Company Go Ghost Hunting

Sometimes you just gotta grab some snacks, set up your ghost hunting equipment, and wait.

#Danny Phantom #danny and sam #danny fenton #sam and danny #dannyxsam #sam manson #Tucker Foley #danny phantom fanart #danny phantom art #sam manson fanart #tucker foley fanart #Fenton Works #ghost hunting #ghost hunters #teen heroes

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yourheartonfire · 2 years

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CW: The Disapproval of an Authority Figure

"So," Mentor said, way too calmly. "Explain?"

The three heroes in training standing before Mentor’s desk exchanged mildly panicked looks. The telekinetic cleared their throat. "Well. Sir. TikTok is a social media platform focused on shared short videos-"

"I know what TikTok is!" Mentor rubbed their eyes. "HR explained it to me at great length this morning when they told me I had to come in on my Saturday off. Do you know how rarely I get a Saturday off?"

"No," whispered the teleporter, staring at their shoes and already tearing up.

"Then here's an easier question." Mentor slammed their hands on the desk. All three trainees jumped. "What were you three idiots thinking!? Filming yourselves inside the training facility?"

The telepath raised a hand and tried for a big smile. "Sir, I would argue we were taking initiative! As per the public relations part of our training we are advised- nay, compelled! to present a friendly and approachable persona to better build trust for when our professional activities bring us in contact with the public!"

"Building trust in your professional activities?" Mentor repeated. They spun the computer screen around.

Once again, all four watched the 11 second clip of telepath squawking like a chicken as they backflipped 30 feet from the gymnasium scaffolding into the pool, from which the teleporter erupted, froggy kicking straight up into the air, while the telekinetic ran back and forth across the top of the water, howling like a banshee.

The video cut, leaving the office in silence.

"There are some where we participate in popular dance trends," the telepath said brightly.

"Do you know how many villains have tried to get inside info on our programs? On our students?" Mentor yelled. "And here you three are broadcasting to the world!"

The teleporter overflowed with tears. "I wouldn't say we were sharing actionable intelligence," the telekinetic protested.

"Oh, I'm not seeing any intelligence at all." Mentor spun their computer screen back around and started typing. "You three are on KP duty for a year. Two months for this little stunt. Ten months because now HR tells me I have to write a social media policy.”

The telepath raised a hand. “Perhaps - maybeinexchangeforlesskitchenduty - we could assist you with writing that policy, sir?”

“Yeah, sure!” the Mentor drawled. “Here's what I got so far - whaddya think?"

They turned the screen again. It was a Word document that said, in 72 point font, DON'T. The telepath gulped.

"Now get out!"

The trainees scattered. Mentor waited until they heard the interior and exterior doors bang shut, all three fully clear. Only then did they pull the archived videos back up and sat back to watch them all again. The HR department was taking votes on the best ones, and the other teachers were arguing on their favorites.

"Kids," Mentor chuckled. "Where do they come up with this stuff?"

#my fiction #heroes and villains #mentor #awkward team dynamics #teen heroes #lol #100

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burquillos · 3 months

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Random mock cover out of nowhere because watching the teen heroes anime reminded me of the teen heroes comic book

#dc #tim drake #kon el kent #conner kent #timkon #this was supposed to be a fun little sketch in which I also the aforementioned anime teen heroes #but oh well

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skylersprompts · 4 months

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DC x DP Prompt *24*

Something has changed. Everyone in the hero community could feel it, even the ones outside of the Justice League.

Over night it seemed like all of them got stronger, faster and more resilient when they were trying to protect someone.

On the other hand, if one of them tried to use their skills to do something unheroic, it was harder to use them and other heros seemed to be able to sense their betrayal easier.

It took some time for Zatanna and the rest of the Justice League Dark to figure out what was going on. Mostly because they didn't think of this specific thing.

A new god had ascended. Something that happened rarely, especially nowadays. But the magic users were sure. Every hero they had checked, had a divine blessing from a new patron god. And every former hero who had fallen to villainy in the last few month had a curse put on them.

The god of super heros had ascended and was watching over them. While some heros got paranoid, others felt some sense of pride and relief.

And maybe it wasn't a bad thing, if something else was making sure that evil wouldn't take hold of them. As soon as they knew their name, they could properly worship them.

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #don't tag the danny phantom fandom #Danny has become the ancient of protection and claimed the heros as his subjects #Batman is having an aneurysm #Danny loves how irritated he is #He watches all the heros #it's his favorite pass time #he loves the sassy sidekicks #the young justice and teen titans have extra protection #he wants to help the kids as much as possible

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brokenbunnny · 2 years

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STRIKE #2

THE NEXT MORNING

*Panel shows the bell ringing at a high school, THE ACTOR and CREAMPUFF walk to class.*

CREAMPUFF: Hey Mars!

Can we talk real quick?

THE ACTOR: Sure thing, Goldie.

Is everything okaaayyy-??

*CREAMPUFF pulls THE ACTOR into a corner to speak in private.*

CREAMPUFF: I know.

THE ACTOR: You know...what?

CREAMPUFF: I know about The Actor and I know about Obsidian.

Mars, I know about you.

THE ACTOR: Elizabeth. I have o clue what your talking about.

CREAMPUFF: Mars, I know you are The Actor.

THE ACTOR: How do you-

*THE ACTOR is cut off by TELEPORTER.*

TELEPORTER: Elizabeth!

There you are! I've been looking all over for you!

*CREAMPUFF annoyingly waves.*

TELEPORTER: Oh, hello there, Farrell!

THE ACTOR: Keegan! What's up, my man?

TELEPORTER: Oh, nothing much. I was just looking for the two of you, we're going to be late for class!

CREAMPUFF: *Sarcastically* Great.

THE ACTOR: Well then, let's get going.

*Whispering, to CREAMPUFF* We'll talk about this later.

AFTER SCHOOL

*Panels show THE ACTOR fighting some goons in an alleyway, they defeat them and go to comfort a young woman who the goons attacked.*

THE ACTOR: Are you alright ma'am?

WOMAN: Yes. Th-thank you.

*The woman gathers her things and leaves the alleyway. OBSIDIAN jumps down into the alleyway, and knocks out a goon who was getting up to attack THE ACTOR from behind.*

OBSIDIAN: Might want to watch your surroundings.

What? No thank you?

THE ACTOR: *Smugly* Thank you, Obsidian.

OBSIDIAN: Your welcome.

See, was that so hard, hero?

THE ACTOR: *Sarcastically* So tough, such a struggle.

OBSIDIAN: *Sarcastically* Oh, yes. I'm sure it was.

THE ACTOR: So, why'd you drop by?

OBSIDIAN: I, uh...

...I wanted to talk about last night.

THE ACTOR: Oh...

*THE ACTOR blushes and can easily be seen behind their domino mask.*

OBSIDIAN: Yeah, I...

...I wanted to apologize.

THE ACTOR: Apologize, huh? That's out of character for you.

OBSIDIAN: Heh, I know. But, I just don't know what came over me last night and...

...I'm sorry.

THE ACTOR: Well, your forgiven.

Was that all you wanted to talk about?

OBSIDIAN: Well, now that you mention it...

...Last night, after our meeting I was confronted by a girl in the alleyway.

THE ACTOR: Oh?

OBSIDIAN: She said she knew you.

THE ACTOR: What'd she look like?

OBSIDIAN: Its was hard to see in the dark but...

...She was dressed in some makeshift uniform with what looked like facepaint over her eyes...

...Oh, very blond hair I can tell you that!

THE ACTOR: I don't...

...Oh...Goldie.

OBSIDIAN: So, you know her?

THE ACTOR: No.

Well, yes. But...

OBSIDIAN: But?

THE ACTOR: It's nothing.

I've got to go.

OBSIDIAN: Again?

You seem to have a habit of walking out mid conversation.

THE ACTOR: I'm sorry but...

...I need to make a call.

*THE ACTOR grapples away leaving OBSIDIAN in the alleyway alone.*

OBSIDIAN: ...Damn.

LATER

*THE ACTOR is at home trying to contact CREAMPUFF on the phone.*

THE ACTOR: Come on, come on, pick up!

CREAMPUFF: *Voicemail* Hey!

THE ACTOR: Hey, Goldie!

CREAMPUFF: *Voicemail* Sorry I can't come to the phone right now...

...But leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!

THE ACTOR: Damn.

*Beep.*

THE ACTOR: Goldie. We need to talk. Please call me back.

*THE ACTOR looks over to the TV which is currently showing the news.*

NEWSCASTER: And in other news, Creampuff, a newly established hero has defeated her first major foe.

We have Greg over on the scene. Greg?

GREG: Yes, Carmen. I am here at the scene of the battle with Creampuff.

Now tell us, what made you decide to join the fight?

THE ACTOR: Oh my god.

Goldie!!?

CREAMPUFF: Well, Greg I became Creampuff because I wanted to help those in immediate danger-

*THE ACTOR turns of the TV and sits there on their couch in shock.*

THAT NIGHT

*THE ACTOR crawls into the window of CREAMPUFFs house.*

THE ACTOR: *Whispering* Goldie!

Elizabeth we need to talk!

*CREAMPUFF turns on the light.*

CREAMPUFF: I knew you'd come.

THE ACTOR: What the hell do you think your doing?

CREAMPUFF: ...What?

THE ACTOR: You've just made yourself a target!

Your not trained for something like this!

CREAMPUFF: I know I'm not but I couldn't just stand around and watch you be an idiot!

THE ACTOR: Idiot!!?

CREAMPUFF: You struck a deal with Obsidian!

Their a villain! You of all people know what they've done! How could you trust them!

THE ACTOR: I knew it.

*THE ACTOR points a finger at CREAMPUFF.*

THE ACTOR: You were the one who talked to them last night!

*CREAMPUFF crosses her arms.*

CREAMPUFF: And what if I was?

THE ACTOR: Elizabeth, your putting yourself in danger, this is a situation that you don't understand.

CREAMPUFF: ...You are too.

Let me join your team.

THE ACTOR: Hm?

CREAMPUFF: Your making a team. I want in.

THE ACTOR: What did I just say about putting yourself in danger!!?

CREAMPUFF: I wont be in danger. You'll be there.

THE ACTOR: No, Goldie.

CREAMPUFF: Fine.

But I'm not going to stop being Creampuff.

THE ACTOR: *Sighs in defeat* Fine.

*CREAMPUFF smiles. THE ACTOR gives her a card*

THE ACTOR: Meet me next saturday at this location.

CREAMPUFF: I'll see you there.

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