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starry-bi-sky · 2 months
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I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.
Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.
And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.
Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.
They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.
When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.
Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.
When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.
"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.
"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.
Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.
Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.
Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.
When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.
Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.
because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far
when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)
danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.
and god help him, he's going to help people.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc prompt#this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B#thanks for being my little stress ball danny#aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts#in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au#my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience#do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed#therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging.#she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be#*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so#just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i#danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'.#danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o#the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀
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laniidae-passerine · 6 months
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Izzy moving from the thorn in Stede and Ed’s side to their relationship therapist. Told Ed to leave Stede alone after a traumatic event because he knew it wasn’t a smart idea and then later told Stede to leave the bar to avoid a fight which immediately broke out when Stede got upset and drunk. And he’s hot for these two idiots which is fine because he’s an idiot as well. Love them all <3
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cliveguy · 10 months
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though honestly when people say "get therapy" they're not suggesting therapy, they're telling you to go be mentally ill somewhere else lol. if someone is struggling mentally in 2023 and not in therapy there's a pretty big chance that there's a reason for it beyond not considering it. and also most people who get therapy are still going to act mentally ill at times. because surprisingly a single session isn't enough to make someone act "normal"
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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The most infuriating form of sanism is this idea that mentally ill people/people with mental disorders are just too stupid or too unenlightened to know how to be a proper, well-adjusted person
So many therapists have ignored signs of my unwellness simply because they assumed I was just... being stupid, and I just needed educating about why I'm acting disordered (apparently, mental disorders stop disordering you once you are condescendingly told why you're just disordered and dumb, who knew (sarcasm)).
Like, I could tell them that I knew my behaviour wasn't "rational," wasn't "reasonable" to do or believe and I'd still be treated like I was so dumb I needed hand-holding and scolding about why I'm acting disordered.
I truly wish that people would be able to take the idea of guidance and stop twisting it into "I am superior and enlightened and the people I am trying to help are stupid and wrong and beneath me!"
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random-lil-illing · 4 months
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they killed off sammy in the dark revival, so i brought him back.
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gerbymoo · 3 months
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The fact that Araki opted out of not making Fugo backstab his team because he couldn’t bear how much it would hurt Bucciarati always fucks me up. Imagine how much more tensions would rise with the gang and all of this would put Bucciarati at such a disarray?
Like, I’ve always seen the theme of family with Bucciarati and how there is unconditional loyalty through those ties, seen with what he experienced with his childhood and with his new found family. Even when he tells Trish, “a father wouldn’t worry about those things,” is just so telling of how important those ties are to him (albeit a bit naive).
So imagine, Fugo, the first member of his gang that he recruited out of unfortunate circumstances, who grew close to him and looked up to Bruno as this older brother/father figure, to just have betrayed him like that? OOF.
Legit I feel there would be a good episode dedicated to how much that would depress Bruno, that his perceived world of his newfound family and their loyalty to one another is just shot for, and again, questioning how much he just has to keep going on autopilot cus fucking mafia taking away his normal life.
Idk, create your own heartbreaking scenarios if you will LOL
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pinkpollywog · 3 months
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trolls 3 was cool
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The real villain of IASIP is the therapist from The Gang Gets Analyzed, she was incompetent and unprofessional.
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despazito · 4 months
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Therapists that bring up astrology even in a half joking way instantly lose credibility
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thistransient · 27 days
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Yesterday I witnessed a car either overlook or blatantly ignore not one, not two, but three signs indicating not to drive through this tunnel, and of course promptly get stuck in it. It would have been merely amusing had I not been trying to get through the tunnel by bike myself, with a scooter behind me. (There is the illusion of space to exit, but in reality not enough turning radius into the next alley.) Still, the car was in denial and having a go at it, now angling to leaving a gap through which one could potentially squeeze- and then suddenly backing up again. Although I was at the head of the queue, I didn't feel like taking my chances with the jaws of death. Impatient, the scooter bypassed me, and then also thought better of it. Finally our saviour arrived, an auntie on foot who was having none of this nonsense and boldly scampered through, which seemed to put the vehicle in its place and we all followed her to freedom.
Taiwanese streets, while at least less chaotic than China (and fewer feral dog packs than Thailand) still leave much to be desired for the pedestrian. Recently citizens protested a proposal to ease minor traffic offense punishments. And why was this proposed? "According to the amendments to the Road Traffic Management and Penalty Act, these 10 "minor" violations with fines of up to NT$1,200 or less can no longer be reported by the public, with the Ministry of Transportation and Communications (MOTC) citing the heavy burden placed on police by skyrocketing reports of traffic violations for the reversal." (Focus Taiwan)
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lionheartedmusings · 5 months
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man, i don't wanna get too into it bc it'll break my heart but pepito deserves so much better than what pepito is getting out of life
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rebouks · 1 year
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Transcript:
Courtney: You’re very quiet… Oscar: I’m alright. Courtney: Why don’t you take Robin out for a bit? Get some fresh air.
Oscar: Are you trying to get rid of me? Courtney: Yeah, my other boyfriend’s coming over. Oscar: Is he hotter than me?
Courtney: Hm.. nah, but he’s rich. Oscar: You should steal his wallet. Courtney: [laughs] I’ll think about it.
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
Oscar: I’m gonna be honest, buddy.. I don’t know what to do with myself now that it’s all over. I mean.. I don’t like to admit it, but I was a wreck before things got bad. I’ve never led a normal adult life, y’know?
Oscar: Well.. you don’t know, but that’s probably for the best. [Robin gazes up at his father attentively, yet understands little] Oscar: Yeah, I don’t know what I’m talking about either.
Oscar: Time is so weird, on the one hand it’s like.. where did the last two years go? On the other, it feels like I’ve been consumed by this nonsense for eons. If I wasn’t such a tool maybe we’d have settled down-.. you might’ve come along a lot sooner.
Oscar: But then.. I guess you wouldn’t really be you, would you? Robin, but different. [Robin coos upon hearing his name, as if to say.. me?] Oscar: If it weren’t for you, I’d probably wish I could turn back time.
Oscar: God, I fucking hate myself sometimes. [Luckily, Robin doesn’t understand cussing just yet, though his little features contort in concern upon realising his papa is upset] Oscar: What if I don’t know how to be normal?
Oscar: I keep thinking about every mistake I’ve ever made, like if I can just figure out the why, it’ll somehow change things. [Oscar holds Robin close as he whimpers quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat] Oscar: Sorry, buddy.
Oscar: It’s just.. everyone keeps telling me to move on as if it’s easy, but it’s not. You’re a big help though… You don’t know it-.. maybe you never will, but you’ve been the brightest little light in such a dark time.
Oscar: Your mama might be right, maybe everything really does happen for a reason. What do you reckon? [Robin doesn’t answer, on account of him being a baby] Oscar: Undecided? Same.
Oscar: Look at you! So perfect-.. shame you’re not old enough to tell me to shut up yet. [Robin giggles] Oscar: Close enough. How ��bout we do something fun instead of lamenting?
Oscar: Let’s go n’ see if those fishermen have any stinky fish bits for Lou. [Robin kicks his legs in excitement] Oscar: Steady on, they’re not for you-.. don’t go thinking I haven’t noticed you sticking those fingers in his bowl, little grotter.
[CONTINUED BLATHERING]
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mueritos · 11 days
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As someone who’s been through multiple therapists and psychs, you’re super not wrong about these people bringing their biases to the table. I’m lucky enough that I
1. Was an older teenager
2. Had friends who had had decent mental health help already
3. Already kinda suspected the shapes of what was “wrong with me” and
4. Had an innate sense of “no that seems like bullshit” before I went in with these people.
The first therapist I ever saw met me as a 17 year old alt girl, and when I tried to talk to her about thinking I had anxiety issues she cut me off before I was done explaining and told me I was self diagnosing, that was causing my problem, and we wouldn’t “entertain THAT” any further.
The second therapist I ever saw met me as a 18 year old trans guy, pre-everything, during the pandemic. She listened, but she had no experience with the trans community and I had to teach her everything about anything I wanted to talk about with regards to that. She was nice, but she couldn’t help me. She didn’t know how.
The third therapist I ever saw met me as a 21 year old young man. She figured I had everything sorted out already. I didn’t. She never tried to change her mind or delve deeper. At this point I couldn’t afford to waste my time, so I asked to be recommended to a psych and she said sure. After that we didn’t talk.
The first psych I went to was very kind, and absolutely did not do his due diligence. I came in with a shiny recommendation from a therapist (that he didn’t verify), so he all but handed me the medication with no explanation and I only ever spoke to him over the phone after that. It was a low barrier to entry but the medication wasn’t right and I didn’t know I had other options. He made it seem like I didn’t.
The psych I’m seeing now put me on a medication that reacted poorly with my inhaler because she didn’t cross check if they would be any drug interactions. I came back and asked for a different medication. She was going to put me on a different one, and then I asked her to check if there were any interactions with this one. Turns out there were severe ones. I ended up going with a different medication, it seems to be working. It would probably work better with help from a therapist, but I don’t have the time or money for that right now. And quite frankly I’m tired of trying to convince people to help me when I have to explain what I think is wrong with me for them to listen. Only for them to decide that I’ve already figured it all out and they don’t need to try.
So uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of stories from me and my friends about clinicians of all age and experience ranges that go from horror stories to just disappointing and unhelpful. Some of these people had been practicing for 20-30 years and they STILL weren’t any better at empathy or not being horribly biased.
first of all holy shit it really fucking sucks you had to go through all of these terrible experiences while accessing care you deserve and need. i'm not surprised these terrible interactions happened, and I can't even be disappointed considering the bar of standards is in hell. The "better" experiences a lot of folks have with clinicians align with your second therapist. They are clinicians who just genuinely have no worldview outside of their own, but are receptive to new information...they just have no drive to learn how to apply new frameworks of ways of thinking to expand their worldview and guide their clients. The worst is literal malpractice, ableism, and violence against clients.
a lot of people who go into the mental health field don't actually have the skills related to active listening, empathy, or curiosity based out of humanity. I say this to a lot of people in the social work program, but social work is the same pipeline as mean girls who go into nursing--it's just full of the girls who were not smart enough to go into nursing that decide to go into social work. Same breed of mean girl seeking power over others, just different contexts of public service.
the only hope i have is in the new generations of mental health clinicians who are BIPOC/queer, anti-carceral, disabled themselves, and who are mentally ill as well. I feel more solidarity with my neurodivergent peers in my program who can barely finish an assignment on time than I do with the white women who have never experience hardship in their lives. Not to say neither of these people can't experience easy or hard times in their lives but man....seeing the roadblocks in some of these people's worldviews, empathy, or conceptualizations of other people's struggles is fucked up.
the mental health field is just another medicalized, over-policed, and racist institution that wants to shove people back into the workforce ASAP. we are in hell!! but just know there ARE people and groups and orgs out there that are dedicated to radical work and will name all the hypocrisy, pain, and oppression that exists in working in this field.
thank you tho for sharing your experience and input. I can only hope that your experiences moving forward are positive and liberating for you <3
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largemandrill · 6 months
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I dunno man, seems like a pretty fair deal to me
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drmicklive · 11 months
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Chat was asking if there’s a way to break out of self-loathing, which Arthur does a lot of, and be kinder to ourselves.
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hajihiko · 1 year
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yeah that!
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