Danny and Jason have this weird Ghostie Bro bond thing that nobody can really understand
Like Jason is for sure the most antisocial brooding mysterious person ever, meanwhile Danny is just all smiles like “oh yeah I can walk through walls, disappear, and fly!!”
But somehow when they meet each other for the first time, they are automatically on the same wavelength and it freaks everyone out.
As far as the BatFam knows, they’ve only ever seen “sweet but no brain.”Danny so they have absolutely no idea that Danny can (and will) get just as unhinged as Jason until he fights the joker one day.
Round after round Danny gives the joker nothing but shit. He went from sweet babygirl ™️ to unhinged Eldrich nightmare in 0.05 seconds and it scares everyone except Jason who just looks at a blood covered danny in the middle of the fight and goes,
“Hey, you wanna hang out later?”
and Danny who has his hands around the Jokers throat just goes
“Yeah sure 😃.”
And that’s how the chaotic nightmare duo of Danny Fenton and Jason Todd is born, and believe me when I say that absolutely nobody is prepared for that duo.
*final edit: fic is posted here
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I personally love and obsess over disillusioned and self-isolating protagonists which is one of the reasons why I advocate for a Young Wizard who just leans so much into their role as the Savior that they're now just this broken down individual who now genuinely shares everyone's fears and legends of them of being this Ultra Powerful, Non-Human, Above-All-The-Peasants Legend Amongst Men. Being picked apart and analyzed (INCORRECTLY might I add) by strangers and people who fear/hate/revere you, no matter where you go or what you do, over and over and OVER it just literally whittles away at who you used to be, what used to make you happy and now you're replaced with what everyone made you into. Not You, but a Hero.
But you know what's even better 😈😈😈 a wizard who cracks in a different way and is now just baaaareeely holding it together. A wizard who just is not All There anymore. A wizard who's Good Maybe, but someone who genuinely gives you a GOOD REASON to fear a switch in allegiance. Someone who reminds you that your entire life depends on their mood
Give me Harley Quinn YW, give me a YW who cackles and shrieks in joy as they batter the evil to the ground, give me a YW who pushes at the very edge of the EXTREMES even when they don't need to. I want a YW who doesn't carry around a gleaming sword, or a mystical staff, but a bat with nails studded inside or a rusty machete; I want poems and songs of not a Hero but a wolf in sheep's clothing who just barely gets by in masquerading as the Commoners. An unhinged YW is the second to best Bad Ending you could ever get from this situation and I want everyone to think about this actually
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ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT BEING HELD HOSTAGE?┊ft: malleus draconia
warnings: none
contains : gn! reader
notes: first post kinda nervous xoxo
many thoughts about malleus documenting them all here. i subjected a dear friend to this brainrot and now I'm going to spew it to the world! thank you for reading if you chose to!
lemme just say this, malleus in my eyes is a loser. i mean this in the most endearing way possible, losers are my type bless <3
there are very select few scenarios where i could imagine one befriending malleus, outside of being a ramshackle dorm resident. that's too easy. one scenario would include you being his seatmate and being paired up with him for an assignment because no one would agree to work with him.
at first, you're a little intimidated by him! understandably, he has the respect of many, but he's never approachable to the average person, save for select diasomnia residents. as far as you can tell, he's rather isolated from the rest of your peers, even if not of his own desire.
with malleus not being the most talkative or outgoing at first, you end up carrying the conversation. he seems to be listening to you the whole time. sometimes he chimed in with the odd comment or two, but the dialogue was rather amicable. you speak to him kindly, in a familiar way as he imagines friends would. so he is now under the assumption that the two of you are friends.
he greets you when you walk into the classes you share. ok sure, he's being nice because he knows your name now. it's not THAT weird. but then it's like. he's approaching you in hallways to greet you, waiting by your locker for small talk.
it's not like you have the heart to outright run away from him. so the two of you begin talking more often, forming a camaraderie of sorts.
sure he's unapproachable at first, with a cold tone that seems unchanging with others who dare to speak to him first, the timbre of his voice almost seems to soften when he addresses you.
he has a peculiar habit of approaching you when you're talking with someone else, his face appearing to be rather menacing even if it's not his intention. he's just waiting for you to stop talking to them so he can walk with you. it's not something he's ever noticed and not something you plan to point out.
he will complain about how often you talk to others to his attendants (ie: sebek)
"how dare they talk to someone other than u lord malleus they should be ashamed !!!!!!" and malleus is eating this up like "hm u are right…. how could they do this to me."
sebek wants you to be struck by lightning. we are going to ignore this.
he's actually desperate to maintain his first friendship with you and somehow his love language is gift-giving. he does not know what gifts should be given for what occasion. he will give you a family heirloom dating back to the 13th century for taking him to the cheesecake factory.
you must reject his gifts because otherwise, it's going to ramp up to him being like, "child of man, i have been thinking..." he's offering you a spare castle. personally, i wouldn't let that slide. nor would my stomach be able to handle the weight of such a gift.
he'd probably have a crush on you he either refuses to acknowledge because "you're just friends" or he's just stupid. probably the latter!
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Voidpunk aro culture is identifying with otherworldly creatures more than your (unfortunately) human body. Like, why can't I have large, fluffy wings and multitudes of staring, scarlet eyes? Why can't I be a cryptid whose presence is felt the strongest in the lingering shadows cast by twilight? Why must I walk when I feel my spirit should take flight through the expanse of a vast, unexplored sky? Why am I confined to this mortal prison, doomed to this eternal yearning of a form so far from my reach? I'm going to bed
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dude you are literally one of my favorite blogs and your taste is fice is immaculate. PLEASE tell me any ao3 recs you have, i just made my account and i need more shit to read 😭
HWAT I DIDNT KNOW PEOPLE ACTUALLY ENJOYED ME ALDJEBXIW
I'm so sorry to report that I don't use ao3 bc it scares me on mobile. Too many buttons and options. I only use tumblr :'))
But thank you so so much!! I'll continue with reblogging all the things I enjoy reading and am not too ashamed to share!
I'll rb this with my fav fiction writers in a min bc there's a few lol
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Me and amir going to pride and him going all in the whole rio de Janeiro parade outfit and going for after drinks in the whitest and straightest bar we can find
he's wearing nothing but gold flake and feathers in this Walker Hayes-ass ugly jeans convention. Give him five minutes, they will be pouring his bourbon and lighting his smoke for him though, Amir's quite good at this game.
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