#danny writes

[soupbtch]

Ed notices Stede tucking flowers through his powdered wig in the captain’s cabin as they get ready together. He grows quietly fascinated watching Stede’s fingers as they sort through the flowers scattered on the desk, picking the smallest, brightest ones to loop gently into his wig. He’s never seen anyone handle anything so delicately before.

He steps closer, and Stede looks up and asks, “Would you like some in your hair, as well?”

Ed’s eyes widen at the question before he remembers he’s not attending the party tonight as Blackbeard. He can be anyone he wants. He can be someone who wears flowers in his hair. He might even like it.

“Yeah, sure,” he huffs in a small voice, and Stede gestures for him to take a seat.

Stede reaches around to pluck a flower from the pile. “May I?”

In the past, Ed has never liked people touching his hair; and though he barely knows Stede, he finds himself trusting him anyway.

Stede begins gently placing flowers in Ed’s hair, weaving the stems through his waves. No one has ever touched Ed so tenderly, with such great care as if he were reverent and beautiful and delicate. He feels himself melting into the soft press of Stede’s fingertips against his scalp.

“There,” Stede says quietly. “Go have a look.” He doesn’t need to find a mirror to see how he looks – he can read it on Stede’s face.

From then on, trusting Stede becomes an easier decision to make. Then something natural and instinctual, like breathing. Ed trusts Stede again later that night as he slips the red silk from his fingers, and once more a few days later when he asks Stede to run him through on the deck of the ship. Inhale. He trusts Stede with the next ten years of his life. And still, as he waits at dawn with his feet dangling over the edge of the dock. Exhale.

His vision tunnels. He’s cold. Suffocating.

“Like treading water,” Ed had said a lifetime ago. “Waiting to drown.”

Miraculously, he breaks through the surface. He has to force the air back into his lungs, will them to deflate and hope his body remembers how to fill them back up again.

“Breathing the same air,” Stede says to him. And it’s painful, and he hiccups and chokes, but slowly, gradually, it gets easier. He whispers his goodbye to Blackbeard as Stede lays him gently down on the bed. But his breathing is still jagged, irregular; one step forward before stumbling back.

He’s sputtering on salt water again when he finds a letter in a bottle. He finds the man who wrote it. He’s wielding a sword, and Ed trusts he won’t get gutted this time as he sprints towards him from across the beach. He inhales automatically as they intertwine, pressing their promises to each other's lips.

“Almost ready? Want me to put the flowers in your hair?” Frenchie asks.

“No thanks,” Ed exhales. “It may be our wedding day, but I trust Stede will be here any second now to do it himself.”

#i uhhh got a little carried away thinking about stede putting flowers in ed's hair for their wedding :) #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd ficlet #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #danny writes #danny.xls

[dannystheone]

do you think you would ever write a shippy fic about stan and kyle?

Yes absolutely!

I aged them up in this one just to make it more comfortable, and it’s September which is pretty much October and October means Halloween so have this scary-themed drabble! :)

ALSO THIS IS OUR 20TH SOUTH PARK FANFICTION ON THIS BLOG!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME WRITE FOR YOU GUYS AND REACH THIS MILESTONE!!

I hope you enjoy :)

WARNINGS: Cursing!

Keeping Kyle Distracted! (Lee Kyle/ Ler Stan)

One little-known fact about Kyle Broflovski: He can’t take horror movies in any capacity, especially jump-scares. Stan is going to have to get creative on how they can sit through this scary movie marathon!

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“DUDE! She’s totally ripped open! Turn it off!”

"Aw come on dude, it's not so bad. It's just ground meat and tomato sauce."

"That's even worse!"

Kyle was invited to Stan's house for a movie marathon to kick off the first day of their Labor Day weekend. Kyle was excited and agreed, his walk over to Stan's house already filled with a chill in the air and leaves turning an autumn orange. He was getting into the spirit of the turning season, with 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins playing in his headphones. When Kyle arrived, however, his fall aesthetic was soured. Stan held up multiple horror movies with a devious grin on his face as Kyle entered.

The first movie they were watching was Terrifier, and Kyle did NOT like Art the Clown. He thought he was creepy, and he didn't appreciate the clown's 'sense of humor'. Kyle watched through the folds of Stan's jacket as he buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Dusk was giving way to the night through the living room windows, making the living room crawl with deeper shadows and giving the movie a dark atmosphere.

"Come on dude, you gotta watch. Nothing scary is even happening right now." Stan reasoned. Kyle left his small hidey-hole that he had made in Stan's jacket and watched the screen warily. Stan's shoulders and right arm were assimilated into Kyle's anatomy as Kyle had his arm barred over Stan's chest to hug his farthest shoulder and held onto Stan's arm to grip his arm for stability.

Stan could feel Kyle's heartbeat in his chest with how Kyle was so pressed into his body. Stan held in his laughter from the situation. He knew Kyle to be a logical person, so wouldn't he know it was just a movie?

A jumpscare from the clown shot across the screen. Kyle yelped and physically jumped, and buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Stan couldn't keep in his laughter and burst into lighthearted chuckles.

"Pfft- hahahaha! Duhude come ohon, are you serious?" Stan asked, Kyle, clutching onto Stan for dear life. Kyle looked up from Stan's jacket with a death glare in his eyes.

"Dude shut up! You're the one who put on this stupid movie! I can't watch this!" Kyle whined. Stan rolled his eyes and absent-mindedly stole his arm back from Kyle to wrap it around Kyle's back and pulled his best friend closer.

"You're fine, Kyle, just chill," Stan suggested. Kyle froze next to Stan's side, confused about what just happened, but silently accepted it as he nestled in.

Art the Clown popped up next to the protagonist, making Kyle jump in Stan's side. A smile curled on Stan's lips as he watched his scared best friend. It was sweet, in an odd way. Stan moved to eat some popcorn placed on his other side, Kyle's favorite that he wasn't even eating.

"Alright dude, I seriously can't watch anymore. Can we just- AH!" Kyle yelped from another jumpscare and shoved his face back into Stan's shoulder. Stan fought a smile off his face as he pulled on Kyle's shoulders.

"Okay okay, we'll choose something else. You gotta get off me first, I need the remote." Stan said in a begrudging manner. Kyle shook his head quickly into Stan's shoulder and dug his fingers into Stan's jacket. Stan rolled his eyes as he tried prying Kyle off of him once more.

"Kyle get off. You want the movie to keep playing or no?" Stan asked Kyle as if he were a child. Kyle shook his head at that as well. "Then you need to get off so I can switch it!" Despite Stan's tone, he found this very amusing. Kyle never usually acted his age, so for him to be so terrified of a movie like this was entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, a sinister idea planted itself into Stan's head. Stan turned his fingers into claws and took on an evil voice.

"Oooo Kyle~ You scared Art the Clown is gonna getchya?" Stan grabbed hold of Kyle's wrist that was across Stan's chest holding onto Stan's left shoulder, and folded his right hand under Kyle's open armpit. "He's gonna getchya with his claws, and he's gonnaaaa...get you!" Stan started scribbling his fingers into Kyle's small divet of open armpit, his fingers scritching into the cloth of Kyle's jacket.

Kyle immediately reeled back from his friend and squealed, but with Stan's hold on his arm across his chest, his arm stayed outstretched. "Stahahan! Duhuhude quihihit! Thahat's nohohot funnehehee!" Kyle giggled with narrowed eyes. Stan kept up his game by keeping his fingers curled in like claws, equating them to a scary monster.

"Imagine if Art knew juust how ticklish you were, he'd neeever let you go~ He'd tickle you all day long with his razor-sharp claws!" Stan teased, his fingers now dotting into Kyle's armpit and down his ribs. Kyle yelped and jumped like he was getting electrified, and pulled his leg up to try and shield himself. But with his positioning, Kyle's leg lay across Stan's lap now.

"Oh, thanks for your leg, Kyle. So yummy for Art to eat up!" Stan let go of Kyle's arms to sink his fingers into Kyle's jeaned leg, Kyle giggling from the childishness of it all and from Stan's tickly fingers in his thigh. Kyle tried to arch back from the tickles, but Stan kept a good grip.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup ahahahasshole!! Yohohou suhuhuhuck!" Kyle started pounding his fists light-heartedly into Stan's shoulder, while Stan found a sweet spot between Kyle's knee and thigh and squished in between. Kyle broke out in fresh peals of laughter as he tried to steal his leg back from Stan.

"Mmm yes, I do suck. I suck your blood! Mmm so- uh, kosher. Tastes like matzo ball soup." Stan laughed along with Kyle as his fingers squished up and down Kyle's thigh and that small divet he found. Kyle tried standing up on the couch by putting his arms behind him and leveraging himself up and off the furniture. That was quickly remedied by Stan who took his hands off Kyle's leg and started tickling his tummy and sides.

Kyle squeaked and fell back into the couch, Stan now hovering over him as Kyle tried to bring his leg up to protect himself. Stan felt his best friend wriggle underneath him and thought it was very funny. "Stahahan stohohop! Reheheally! I'hi'll wahahatch the mohohovie I swehehear!" Kyle begged. Stan quirked his lip as he lessened his tickling up a little bit, but Kyle was such a big ball of nerves it wasn't much of a difference.

"Dude I said I would change it! You don't even know why I'm tickling you, do you? You're just a ticklish little guy aren't you?" Stan teased, Stan found a good spot in Kyle's side and squished into it. Kyle gave a small scream and bat his friend in the chest.

"Yehehehess! Wahah- Wahahait wahait nohoho! I'm nohohohot!" Stan smiled as his friend fought his tickles and found his hand scribbling in his friend's tummy. Tickling him was always fun. His laugh was a treasure. But, Stan did decide that that was enough. He didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski to wake up from Kyle's laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Geez you-" Stan looked down at Kyle, his hat slightly knocked askew and his cheeks bright with blush. The colors from the TV flashed across Kyle's face, making his green eyes pop. Kyle breathed in deeply, his chest moving from getting air back into his lungs. Stan swallowed as Kyle looked up at him.

"Stan? You okay?" Kyle asked, a little breathless. Stan never realized just how... pretty, his friend was. Stan nodded up and down robotically and reached for the remote above Kyle's head.

"Yeah uh... just need to change the channel," Stan said in a monotone voice. He felt as if he was put on autopilot while he screamed internally. He couldn't possibly have feelings for Kyle, could he? Stan moved his arm up to switch the channel, but Kyle put his hand over Stan's. Stan looked to his right to see a light smile on Kyle's face.

"Hey, you don't have to change it. As long as I have you next to me, it's not so scary." Kyle admitted. Stan's face bloomed with blush, freezing stiff next to Kyle. Automatically, the two settled into the couch, Kyle dipping under Stan's arm to be at his side again. Stan covered his mouth in his shock, not hearing what was being said to him.

A poke to Stan's side shocked him, snapping him out of his reverie. Stan looked down at Kyle, who gave him a curious look. "Dude, you okay? Don't tell me I have to distract YOU from the movie now." Kyle challenged. That was enough for Stan to get back to normal. Stan rolled his eyes and settled into the couch for real this time.

"Oh stop, you know that's my job. And I do a better job of it." Just as a reminder, Stan delivered a few tickles to Kyle's side, making him giggle and shift. The two boys enjoyed the rest of the film, with Kyle not jumping at another jumpscare for the duration of the film.

#south park #south park tickles #danny writes #tickle fic #lee kyle #ler stan

[dannydanoninoo]

So side note it's 2 am and my fucking Huntlow brainrot doesn't let me sleep so here's a small fic /prompton Willow's POV about... certain things we saw at the NYCC teaser💛💚

OR... Basically me hyperfixating over this frame and writing something BECAUSE LOOK AT THOSE HEART EYES PEOPLE

(no beta read bc this literally came out of my sleep deprived brain right now so sorry for any mistakes)

"Have you ever seen the rain?"

If someone had told Willow Park six months ago that she was going to become best friends with a human, and that scenario would lead to a series of events where she'd end up fighting the Emperor of the Isles (who got turned into goop by a purple child) and being on stuck on said human's house for weeks... Willow would probably had laughed at that someone's face.

But oh well... life has indeed unexpected paths for all of us I guess...

And yet somehow, that is not the weirdest part of everything her life has come to be

She, once Half-a-Witch Willow who had no friends and was scared of mostly everything had come up to make her own Flyer Derby team (just like her dads but she doesn't want to get too deep into that train of thought), fixed her friendship with Amity, had now a group of friends who loved her and who she loved so much and also had fallen for BEFRIENDED the kid behind the Golden Guard mask, better known as Hunter (or by that cute false name Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams she did liked so much).

Now how did the boy ended up becoming such an important addition of her duo with Gus? She has no idea.

But it feels like it was something destined to happened, it's... natural. Just seeing him protecting the youngest boy, following his excitable shenanigans over human artifacts, with how much love he talks to Flapjack (and Clover the back of her mind screams) and just seeing him right now, under the human rain soaked in mud but laughing alongside Gus and Vee gives her heart a jittery feeling over how bright and beautiful the boy in front of her is.

So, she doesn't think twice when Camilla gives her the human camera and she snaps as much pictures of this moment as she can.

Titan knows this is a rare view considering the last few weeks (and in the case of Hunter maybe years, if the other night when she caught him cutting his own hair is any indication)

And yet, despite not knowing what's is going on with him and why he was so desperate to look different, Willow can't help but admire the strength her blonde has to step up and continue growing into Hunter himself and out of the whole Golden Guard title.

Also okay, she's not dumb and knows Luz and Gus might know more about what Hunter deal is, but she also know how important is the boy to her, how in the Day of Unity she was ready to do anything to keep him standing despite the draining spell, bit also how she would do anything to keep that image from happening ever again and be there to make sure he had more days like this.

It was just what she'd promised the day she adopted Clover: she will do everything to be strong and wise to protect the people she loves, even if that means "kill" an alarm clock for Vee or being there for the boy she's infatuated BEFRIENED! to cut his own hair at 3 am, holding him in his sleep, or simply silently showing she'll support him with whatever he hasn't told them yet whenever he's ready to do so. 

And who knows? Based on that soft toothy smile he's giving her right now, she could get another shot at cutting his hair, under nicer and much more domestic circumstances... Heh, it sounds like a cute fantasy but at least right now, under the non-boiling rain, and running towards his arms (and Gus' and Vee's) everything seems a little less impossible.

#huntlow #YES THE BRAINROT IS BACK FULL FORCE BABY #not even covid will stop me from writing prompts at 2 am after THAT teaser today #again sorry if there's typos in there #but I needed to get THE FLUFF put of my system before going to sleep #huntlow brainrot #wintery junk #danny writes #danny rambles #hunter toh #willow park #toh willow #toh huntlow #huntlow toh #toh winter #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers

[operator-pillz]

Hi danny do u still go to timlex if so share

Cracks my knuckles . Wwwatch this.

I don’t remember if I posted this yet,,,if I have this’ll be EMBARRASSING. But I give u , timlex that I never finished writing.

Alex tends to wake up from nightmares a lot, explaining why he tends to avoid sleep. But tonight was worse. Tonight he could hear the static, he could hear that fucking thing.

And he couldn’t breathe, his chest felt so tight. Why did it feel like this? It was never this bad. No. It was always just him panicking for awhile before he’d force himself to move on. So why is it so much *worse* this time?

Is it cause he didn’t eat today? Is it cause he ignored Tim earlier?? Maybe it was cause he hasn’t slept in awhile? He wasn’t sure .

But he was confident that this would probably happen again. And if anything , Tim would notice. And that would be annoying. He hated how he worried about him, it felt unnatural. Especially after all hes done.

His fingers traced over the scar on the side of his neck, breathing hitching as he stared at the ground infront of him. He’d been sat here for god knows how long trying to just get out of this state .

But it got worse the second he touched the scar, tears spilling from his eyes as he threw his glasses off, they clattered to the ground next to him in the dimly lit room.

It was so infuriating, how he couldn’t just shut down like usual, he just wanted to write down something. Make doodle a little . But no. He just had to have some annoying kind of panic attack tonight.

If hes lucky, Tim would already be asleep. He wouldn’t notice or question if he went out for a walk. Yeah. If he was lucky though, and he was never lucky . He couldn’t remember a time he could be considered lucky, maybe when he met jay, and Brian, and then Tim. But that wasn’t luck it was just meeting people .

Alex sat there for awhile, on the carpeted bedroom floors while tears spilled from his eyes . He furiously wiped them away each time, he was hoping no one would’ve heard his little meltdown, but that clearly wasn’t the case once he heard knocking at his door .

“Alex ?”

#asks #marble hornets #alex kralie #tim wright #timlex #mh timlex #might continue it tbh. #it’s set in an AU where alex lives and accepts Tim’s help :3 #danny writes

[vaxxy-the-raven]

Currently working on the 3rd draft for chapter one of my briarvax / corrupted!Vax dark AU fic and I am so done with this.

Maybe this will actually be readable one day?

#i hate writing #i love this story idea tho #ot3: 'i broke the world for you' 'gosh you guys are good looking' 'dont worry you look delicious' #critical role #cr #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #vax'ildan #delilah briarwood #sylas briarwood #the briarwoods #sylas briarwood x vax'ildan #delilah briarwood x vax'ildan #delilah briarwood x vax'ildan x sylas briarwood #syvax #delivax #briarvax #light vent #danny writes #lynias shut up challenge

[syntheticspades]

starting a new fanfic. chapter 1 so far is… 1359 words.

#soon brothers #i’ll have chapter 1 done by next weekend #danny writes

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

~

Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

~

Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

~

Just an Idea

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #tucker foley #gotham #dp #dp au #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #story prompt #prompts #writing prompt

[skirter01]

“It’s safe to approach?” Bruce asked, gesturing to the pentagram and its teenage ghost resident.

“Yep” Constantine turned his back on the pentagram he’d drawn and cleared his throat, “Uh yes, sorry. It’s triple layered, so he couldn’t do anything even if he wanted-“

Bruce could only watch as Clark shot forward, only he was too late to stop the projectile that pegged the occult detective in the back of the head.

“Ow! The fuck was that!”

The object rolled to a stop, revealing itself to be a single black and white converse. Bruce’s gaze snapped to the spiritual prison, only to find its resident sprawled out lazily on the floor with a wide grin and a mysteriously missing a left shoe.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp writing prompts #dannyfenton #bruce wayne #danny fenton is a little shit #danny fenton #batfam #justice league #john constantine

[soupbtch]

writing fic has you googling the wildest shit like "what kind of fish symbolizes true love" anyway thoughts and prayers to the fbi agent surveilling me

#danny writes #rsan #danny.xls

[dannystheone]

Shopkeeper’s Wares (Wally Lee/Howdy Ler)

Hey guys, taking the teeniest break from South Park to bring you some Welcome Home stuffs :> this is mostly for my gorgeous girlfriend @nnainai this is her latest hyperfixation and I wanted to try my hand at it. This is for you sweetheart I love you so much you’re the Eddie to my Frank <3 together forever <33 

Just a reminder I know next to nothing about this fandom! If i get a certain interaction wrong or if something doesn’t follow the fanon, I apologize! :) 

WARNING: Kinda scary twist at the end. And tickles! 

Wally is in need of new paints and Howdy has everything he needs at his store! Wally just needs to pay the price! 

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 With a hop, skip, and a jump, a colorful character found himself at the door of Howdy’s Place; the best and only place in the neighborhood to get your wares. Fruit bins lined up the side of the shop; the produce glistening in the perfect sun. With a jingle above the door signaling his entry, a green-skinned character turned around from his countertop. The green shop-keeper greeted the newcomer with four arms. 

 “Well, good morning to you, Wally! How can I help you today? I see you’ve been painting last night!” Howdy Pillar smiled down at Wally Darling, a charismatic yellow character with a feline grin. Wally’s yellow fingers were stained blue at the tips.

 “Mornin’ to you, Howdy! I just need to replenish my paints, is all.” That’s all Wally needed to say before Howdy turned around and started fixing up Wally’s groceries. “Seems I used a little too much blue last night! Painting Barnaby takes up a lot more paint on the canvas than I thought.” 

 “Oh! Painting Barnaby, are we? Well, you are best friends after all! If I knew anything about painting, well I’d certainly paint my best friend as well!” Howdy turned around to face Wally, the sun filling up the humble shop with golden rays. 

 “Yes! It’s his birthday coming up, and I thought it would be just the most perfect painting to hang in his living room, or would he prefer his bedroom? I’d just be happy to see his face when he unwraps his gift.” Wally smiled at Howdy as the shopkeeper handed him his grocery bag; a cute design painted on the side with a caterpillar waving goodbye on an apple. 

 “Any present from you is a present indeed, Wally! There’s blue paint in there as you’ve requested, and I threw in some apples for you. I know they’re your favorite!” Howdy clanked some keys in his ‘cash’ register as Wally peered inside the bag to inspect the contents. 

 “Well that’s mighty fine Howdy, thank you! I do appreciate a friend like you, I do. What do I owe you? How ‘bout a joke?” Before Howdy could answer, Wally leaned up against the countertop. 

 “So Howdy, did you hear about the child who ate a caterpillar?” Wally began, Howdy putting one hand up to his mouth. 

 “Well I can’t say I have! What happened to him?” Wally was already snickering, he was terrible at finishing jokes. 

 “Hehe! He got butterflies in his stomach! Teehee- hehehee!” Wally started giggling, as did Howdy. Howdy noticed that he hasn’t seen Wally laugh too much. Smiling sure, but not laughter. 

 Wally wiped away a tear as he sagged against the countertop. “Ahhh, well, how was that Howdy? You want another one for the apples?” Howdy brought up his four arms and shook them gently. 

 “Oh no no, thank you Wally! That was a good one! I haven’t heard that one before. The register is asking for another form of payment, however.” Wally scratched his head as he swiped a peek at the register. It was blank, mostly for show. 

 “The register, huh? Well, what’s it asking for? I’d be happy to help!” Wally narrowed his eyes in his wide, cat-like smile. 

 “Well you see Wally, the register is asking for some laughter. It’s been running low as of late, so it’d be mighty swell if you could refill it for me!” Wally set his bags down to the floor and had a helpful face on. 

 “Of course Howdy, I’d be more than happy to help you! How do we do it?” Wally watched with a close eye as Howdy crossed the counter and stood before Wally at his full height. Wally didn’t suspect anything amiss. 

 “Uhh- well you see! Just go ahead and spread your arms and we’ll get started!” Howdy hasn’t tried this with any other neighbor, in normal circumstances the joke would have sufficed as payment. But Howdy was incredibly curious about Wally’s laughter. 

 “Now you’ve got me curious, Howdy! I’ve never seen a payment method like this before in your- shohohop! Tehehehee! Hehehey!” With Wally’s arms spread wide and Howdy behind him, Howdy started scritching Wally’s sides as gently as he could muster with all four arms. But despite the gentle touches, Wally had quite the reaction. 

 “I sure am sorry I wasn’t more clear with you, Wally! I didn’t know if you would agree to a payment method like this or not! But I was too curious about what your laughter sounded like! I hope you can understand.” Wally’s arms started faltering and collapsing in on his sides. 

 “It’s- It’s okahahay! I’m hahahappy to hehehelp- hehehehee!” Wally’s laughter went along with his voice, maybe a touch higher. The stream of giggles he let out were consistent, not interrupted by a hiccup or a breath in between. It was a delight to hear, almost musical. As expected of the neighborhood’s brightest neighbor. 

 “Now now, we can’t have your laughter interrupted! We need to keep those arms up!” With a little assistance, Howdy used two of his helpful hands to lift Wally’s arms up and out of the way. The steady flow of tickles delivered to Wally’s sides made the character squeal. 

 “Eek! Ohoho goohoodness mehehe!” Wally’s shoes clapped the floor of the shop as Howdy’s hands started kneading a bit in Wally’s sides. 

 “Sorry about this Wally, the register has gone without laughter for a while now! We wouldn’t want it to go running dry on us, now would we?” Wally was sure that Howdy was making up this ‘register’ narrative as they went along, but couldn’t really do anything to stop it. 

 “I-I suhuhuppohohose nohohohot!” Howdy’s hands had grown a little adventurous, venturing down to scribble over Wally’s tummy with one hand and sneaking another hand up over where his ribs should be. Wally’s laughter grew more musical as time went on. 

 Howdy glanced down to Wally’s clenching hands and noticed his stained blue fingertips. 

 “Well, would you look at that! We can’t be having one of our residents not looking his best, now can we?” Howdy reached into his back pocket with one of his free arms and pulled out a feather duster. The shopkeeper began dusting the paint off of Wally’s fingers, which was surprisingly ticklish. 

 “Ehehehehee! I wahahasn’t ehehexpecting thihihis to behehee so tihihickly!” Wally tried to explain through his laughter, but Howdy could barely understand him. 

 “Hmm? What’s that now, Wally? I’m afraid you’re laughing too much for me to understand you! If only you could speak a bit more clearly!~” Howdy was always helping his patrons in his shop, which was his favorite hobby! But he did miss out on a few things, such as Wally’s darling laughter. Apparently teases worked very well against the brightest neighbor in the neighborhood. 

 “Pfft- tehehehee! Nohohow stohohop thahat! You knohohow what you’re dohohoing!” Wally challenged. Howdy used both hands to scribble up in Wally’s armpits now, which made the yellow character’s hair bounce. Howdy had switched hands that was holding the feather duster and began cleaning off Wally’s other set of fingers.  

 “What is it that I’m doing, Wally? I’m merely collecting laughter for the cash register! You can’t walk out of the store without properly paying, I’m afraid!” Howdy was having a spot of fun, but he could see Wally was nearly at his limit. 

 “Wehehell hohohow muhuhuch left is thehere to cohohollect?!” Wally laughed out, but Howdy noticed a weird twinge to Wally’s laughter. It had grown...dark. Like a second voice added to his original. Howdy let go of Wally suddenly. 

 “I um- I think that should be enough. Thanks for being a good sport about it, Wally.” Howdy’s hands tensed as Wally had his hands on his knees and caught his breath. Howdy suddenly felt a chill in the air in his humble shop. Wally’s hands were balled in the material of his pants, or that’s what Howdy could see as Wally had his back turned to him.

 “...Wally? Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Howdy took a step toward Wally as the yellow character stood up fully. He had wiped away a black fluid from the corner of his eye. A tear? Why was it- 

 Wally’s face turned to look at Howdy Pillar over his shoulder, a face of darkness, disdain, and a furious glance in his eye. Howdy’s words were caught in his throat- 

 “We-hell, that’s no problem, Howdy! I sure am glad I got to help out you and the register! If you ever need help refilling the register with laughter, just ask next time! I’d be happy to lend a hand!” Wally turned fully towards Howdy; his face the perfect picture of happiness and contentment. Howdy swallowed before nodding, and forcing a smile on his face. 

 “Y-Yes...of course! Thanks again for paying in full, Wally, and good luck with that painting!” 

 Wally bid Howdy goodbye, every scrap of darkness and danger cleaning up immediately. As Howdy set himself behind his counter again, he rapped the countertop with his knuckles nervously. The bittersweet feeling of tickling Wally Darling without his permission, but not knowing entirely of everything that made Wally to be what he was, itched the back of the shopkeepers mind. 

#welcome home #welcome home tickles #lee wally darling #lee wally #ler howdy pillar #ler howdy #danny writes #danny fic #tickle fic #tickles #i love my girlfriend

[ghostbsuter]

He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #fic prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #Superman is so flabbergasted #superman has no idea whats going on #superman is just tired man #danny has no idea whats going on #theyre both so shocked #superman is wondering if he just became a father #danny is figuring out how to get out of thia situation #clark: i know this is scary! but now you have a new chance at life! would you like to stay with me and my wife? :') #danny: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

[operator-pillz]

Ghhhhh thinking abt my poems aginnn

#danny writes

[zylev-blog]

Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?

Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?

Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.

Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?

Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….

Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole

Danny: say no more

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp crossover #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny is so done #danny is a god #ghost king danny phantom #ghost king danny #danny fenton

[vaxxy-the-raven]

Sometimes Vax would think about his past decisions and he'd just stop, staring at his hands and seeing red that's no longer there.

And all he can think about is the gentle, kind hands of his mother cleaning scrapes on them from when he'd fall while climbing a tree or from when he tripped up while running around in the forest.

Or about the way Gilmore held his hands like they were precious pottery, kissing them all over with a delicacy that would make Vax tear up and whimper.

Or he'd think about how hot Keyleth's hands could burn, marring his skin and claiming ownership of him at his wish, removing the claim The Clasp had laid on him years before.

Or he would think about how he and Vex used to hold hands whenever they were scared of something, or someone.

And he hates himself for all he has done, seeing the crimson staining his pale skin pink that nobody else can see, he feels shame for every crime he has ever committed.

And then he takes out his knives and he carves his little wooden animals to remind himself that he is capable of art and good things as well as harm and violence.

Then he will go and hug his sister, calling her Stubby and teasing her for something silly.

And then, only then, will he be ok.

#thinking about vax hours #i have so many headcanons #and so many emotions #all about this pretty rogue #critical role #cr #vax'ildan #elaina #shaun gilmore #vax'ilmore #keyleth #vaxleth #vex'ahlia #danny writes #shut up danny #critical role drabble #cw blood mention

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

#Danny can’t help being creepy it’s just the way he’s built!! #I like to think Lancer did these things for Danny when he was in HS #and now Danny's emulating Lancer :) #Passing it on! #Tim is paranoid but also like he is SO CLOSE to graduating so like. Does he even want to report this shit to Batman. What if the next chem #teacher's a jerk and Tim fails the class and he never gets his stupid diploma. Bruce already is insisting he finish out HS and maybe get #an ABA before he's allowed back into the company #and Jesus Christ does Tim hate school. He'll worry about Mr. Fenton's burgeoning army of Science Honor Society Rogues on his own time #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt #tim drake #danny fenton #in case I write more of this let’s tag it uhhhhh #misunderstood mentor au #kipwrite

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Food is Good for the Core

~

Jason met Danny months ago when he stopped by one of the diners,

Danny was on his lunch break about to eat his ecto infused food when he felt someone with a starving proto-core enter his dinner, his head snapped towards the entrance his gaze locking onto a rather tall man with the expression of someone who was hangry for lack of better words.

His core chirped a greeting, he felt the mans proto-core rumble a barely there response.

The man stumbled towards him his eyes flashing green

"Wha-who are you?"

Once he was close enough Danny grabbed his sleeve and pulled him down onto the seat next to him, pushing his food towards him.

"There you go Firecracker, you look like you really need it"

Jason was about to protest not sure what was even happening when the smell of the food hit him, next thing he knows he's swallowing the last bite.

He leaned back staring

Just staring

He had't felt this satiated and calm since, well since a very long time.

"My name is Jason not Firecracker , now what the hell was in that? Why did I react like that?"

"Well Firecracker, my name is Danny and please tell me that you know that you ..uh died?"

-Time Skip-

"-And so basically you need ecto to be healthy and happy, did you understand all that?"

"Where will I need to go to find that?"

"No worries big guy, I'll make you the food free of charge and in the future I'll start showing you how to properly make it. Also you need to be careful with the ecto food, normal humans tend to act weird even with just a little taste to our foods."

~

Danny & Jason eating together getting along

Dick: "My baby brother has a friend and didn't tell me!"

~

Danny & Jason cooking together: "Oh that's why they say food is the way to a man's heart"

~

Danny & Jason being smitten with one another & starting to unconsciously do ghost courting things.

Oracle watching from the cameras: "What the fuck?!"

~

Dick being nosy realizing that Jason's new boyfriend is putting something into the food Jason and he eat that goes into an extremely secure case.

Dick being suspicious and investigating, manages to steal a bite feels super loopy and weird for the next few days

Dick: "I've connected the dots!"

Jason: "You didn't connect shit."

Dick: "I've connected them!"

Dick thinks they're doing drugs

~

Dick slamming the door open: "Jason is doing drugs!"

Tim: "That doesn't sound like him are you sure?"

Dick on the ground wailing

Tim: "..."

~

Just an Idea

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