#jack is green! (ish)

[stealingyourbones]

Prompt Idea: Danny has plot armor.

To start off, Danny’s whole family knows he’s Phantom, and they had to run from Amity because of the GIW. They wind up in Gotham because that’s the one place that The Government doesn’t really mess with.

The reason behind Danny’s plot armor is that in this world, Danny became incredibly overprotective of his friends and family in order to make sure he doesn’t wind up as Dan, ironically making the chance of that happening much greater than before.

In order to prevent this, Clockwork gives Danny and his family a blessing. It works like this.

Imagine you rolled a dice. To Clockwork, there are now 6+ possible alternate timelines that can ensue. Clockwork’s blessing allows those possible timelines to be restricted to only one or two, all of them good for the Fenton family.

In effect, it was like plot armor. Scarecrow attacks a library with Jazz inside? Oh, looks like her parents need her to pick up Danny early, or she drank too much water and needs to go to the bathroom, which just so happens to have a window just in reach that she can escape from.

Maddy needs to get a job? Well, Jazz’s university needs a new chemistry professor (last one was kidnapped by a rogue) and they’re in a bit of a rush so they’ll skip looking for a teaching certificate. No one cares anyways, it’s Gotham.

Jack needs something to do? Well, besides hunting ghosts, he’d always wanted to open a food truck! With Jazzy making sure nothings contaminated and some (slightly modified) recipes from the Ghost Zone, he can finally chase his dream in a big city with his Phantom Food Vehicle! He wonders what some of those shady men came up to him for, or that odd stout fella in the tux.

(The Phantom Food Truck has become a recent cryptid in Gotham. Except it’s not a cryptid, because everyone’s seen the video of the truck hurtling down the street like it’s chasing down the devil, cop cars and vigilantes alike on its tail. And yet, no one could find it. Not even the Bats. That’s about when everyone gave up. When they learned that you don’t find it, the Phantom Food Truck finds you.)

As for Danny? He’s entirely unaware of this, to focused on keeping his head down. It works, for a while. Before fate came knocking in the form of a wicked smile, as if there solely to ruin his day.

The Joker wasn’t having a good day either. He started out having a jolly old time, joker toxin gassing a small high school, making sure to leave macabre presents for his dear Batsy, and then what happens? This random kid just starts running around, helping students, saving teachers, what’s he gonna do next huh? Save a cat from a tree?

What’s worse, his useless henchmen couldn’t even land a hit on the kid! He swears, Bill doesn’t even seem to be trying.

Whatever, they managed to corner the brat, looked like he was standing in front of some other children. So Joker lines the shot, and he fires.

The gun jams.

Alrighty, he takes one from a random mook, and he shoots again.

The gun jams.

No one’s moving at this point. Where there was once dread and tension in the air, there’s just confusion. So Joker points the gun at a goon, pulls the trigger, the shot goes off.

He turns back to the Robin-ish looking twink, and he pulls the trigger.

The gun jams.

And as he starts walking towards the kid to just kill it himself, he wakes up in the Arkham hospital wing with his last memory of the encounter being him slipping on the glowing green contents of some weird looking thermos that the kid had thrown earlier in the fight. What the FUCK was that.

Clockwork doesn’t even care how pissed the Observers are any more, this is hilarious.

it's to the point of ridiculousness that the Bats have an entire file on Danny and they think he's a meta with a luck ability and nothing else.

#dpxdc #bones replies

[theoneandonlycowboyofthesea]

you look like annie edison to me!! tis probably bc when i started following you you had an annie icon

Thank you ‘tis an honor😌 fun fact: this is the second time that i have been told by a mutual that i look like annie to them and i love it! also not that far off except that my hair is curly!

#asks my beloveds #jack tag (spidey stan bestie <3) #dewey my bestie my beloved <333 #and my eyes are not quite blue but more like green blue grey ish #Idk they‘re hard to describe sajhfjk

[underforeversgrace]

does this suit come off?

DannyMay2023 Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

title: does this suit come off?

words: 1706

Summary: A fight goes sideways and Danny gets caught.

Warnings: None!

Other AU: No One Knows

Beta by: @probably-dead

~~~~~~

Danny quickly dropped down, narrowly avoiding the blast the creature shot at him. Even through the hazmat suit he had on, he could feel the heat of the projectile as it flew mere centimeters above his head.

He looked down, taking stock of the number of humans still beneath him. The animal ghost had attacked a random building and people were still trying to evacuate.

It was times like this he was grateful for the helmet of his suit, the way it entirely blocked his face - a face even he hadn’t seen before. At least, not in his ghost form, since the accident a year ago. But, assuming it was still human-ish, he was sure they would be able to see the panic and fatigue beginning to overwhelm him. He was exhausted. He hissed as his distraction cost him, the next blast digging into his arm and he felt cold ectoplasm begin to drip from the tear in the suit, falling in small droplets to the ground six stories below. He needed to get this fight over with and he needed to get it over with now.

Danny growled lowly then blasted as fast as he could towards the ghost, managing to wrap his good arm around its midsection and sending them both careening to the ground at the edge of the evacuation zone.

Well, good to know he wasn’t the only ghost who forgot he could go intangible. Their fight quickly turned into a down-and-dirty fist fight (or, claws, in the creature’s case), that Danny was at a major disadvantage for, considering his left arm was steadily growing more and more numb. His entire focus on the ghost he was wrestling with, he didn’t hear the squeal of tires as his parents arrived.

He pulled back his good hand, clenching it into a fist and was aiming for one of the ghost’s many eyes, confident he could get a good hit in and-

And then his world exploded into a swirling blue void and conscious thought felt like a heavy blanket. He could sense his body but he could not feel it, he could not think more than a couple of simple words before his train of thought evaporated into mist, leaving him in a state of perpetual confusion.

Memory returned to him as soon as the blue swirls began again, dissipating as quickly as they had formed. Was that what the ghosts felt like in the Fenton Thermos? Man, that was unpleasant. He was groggy, slow, heavy.

“Nyuh…” he groaned, sitting up and then tucking his head between his knees, the feeling of lightheadedness and nausea making the room spin.

“Oh, Phantom’s already coming to, dear,” a female voice said, slightly distorted as though far away. “Looks like the Thermos doesn’t keep ghosts sedated longer than about thirty seconds.”

“Huh?” Danny managed quietly, still with his head tucked and eyes closed.

“Smaller than I expected it to be,” a male said, his heavy footsteps almost as clear as his voice.

Some deep part of him knew something bad was happening and he needed to do something, but the fog continued to press into his brain. He managed to sit up some, eyes still firmly closed under his helmet. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

“It… sounds so young.” The woman said.

“Look at that hazmat. No way a kid dies in something like that. The template the ghost formed off of was probably just short.” The man said.

“I don’t know, Jack…”

The woman - Maddie - speaking Jack’s name pushed away the haze in his mind. His eyes flew open and he realized where he was. The harsh white light above him was dimmed slightly by the darkened visor covering his face but there was no denying this place - his parent’s lab, the green of the portal glowing and slowly swirling off to his side. He was in one of the clear ghost containment cubes, alone, and he was worried for the creature he’d been fighting. How long had he been in the Thermos? Was the other ghost okay?

Maddie and Jack both stood outside the ecto-proof glass encasing him on all sides, their hoods up, the goggles only adding to the demented scientist look. Danny felt his heart race in his chest, blood rushing in his ears as panic clawed into his heart. Words escaped him as fear consumed him, so he merely scrambled to his feet and began backing as far away from them as possible but when his back bumped into the glass behind him, electricity surged through him and he yelped, jumping away from the charged glass.

“Well, it’s really good at mimicking emotion. I almost believe it’s afraid.” Jack said, turning to a computer at his side.

Maddie, though, didn’t move, a small frown on her face as she studied him. He knew what she’d see - a black and white hazmat suit, entirely unremarkable if not for the glow it emitted, hanging a little too loosely from his frame, black helmet with darkened glass obscuring his face entirely. If she looked too closely, she may realize this was one of her full hazmats that he’d stolen when he went poking around in the lab.

“Releasing the gas.” Jack said, toggling a button on the computer he was at. With a hiss, the air pressure in the cube began to rise and Danny could feel the effects of whatever it was almost immediately.

“No!” He cried out, the tear in his suit from earlier rendering the hazmat’s protective abilities useless as it hadn’t time to patch itself up yet. “Stop, please!” Weakness in his limbs brought him to his knees as the gas seemed to absorb through his skin, his mouth, his nose, burning his lungs. It surrounded him and he responded the same way he had when he’d been learning how to swim and started to sink. “Mom!” He screamed, terrified tears beginning to streak down his hidden face.

“Jack, stop!” Maddie yelled, jerking open the door before the words were even out of her mouth.

“Mads, don’t! Shit!” Jack yelled back, quickly turning the gas off and hurrying in after her.

Maddie ignored Jack, pulling her hood off - some part of Danny hoped this gas was safe for humans - and dropping to her knees beside him and pulling him against her.

“Don’t hurt me!” He pleaded, initially thinking the worst until he realized his mother was gently rocking him and softly shushing him, quietly reassuring him that she wasn’t going to.

“Mads?” Jack asked, stopping a few steps back.

“He’s just a kid, Jack.” Maddie answered. “Did you hear him?”

“It’s a ploy, Maddie, it knows you’re a mother!” Jack insisted, though hesitation tinged his words. Regardless, at his words, Danny curled up tighter, burying himself closely against his mother’s chest and ducking his head under her chin, a position she’d comforted him before, after nightmares. Her arms tightened around him as he did so, but instead of being scary, it was an old comfort.

“Do you remember your mother, Phantom?” Maddie asked softly, rubbing circles against his back.

“Yeah.” He answered, his words slightly muffled between the helmet and the way he was hiding against his mother. This can’t have been comfortable for her, especially not with the helmet, but she didn’t try to push him away.

“Why’d you call for her just now?” Jack asked, kneeling down beside him hesitantly.

“Scared.” He said simply.

“Phantom… how old were you?” Even as he asked it, guilt rose in his eyes.

“Fourteen.”

“You’re in a hazmat suit. What happened to you?”

“Accident,” Danny answered, beginning to unclench his muscles as his mother remained silent. Honestly, he was surprised. His parents didn’t even know it was him. They’d just heard a terrified child (he was a teen, though, thank you) and stopped.

Silence stretched between them, Danny’s heart still too loud in his ears. Was it really this easy?

“You’re hurt.” Maddie eventually said, gesturing to his arm, the injury somehow looking worse instead of better. “Does this suit come off? So we can take a look?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”

“Here,” Maddie said, pulling away from him for the first time since she’d ran in. “Let’s see, okay? It’ll be easier to see how bad the injury is. Want to start with the helmet?”

“I don’t know what I look like… what if it’s bad?” He admitted, the reason he’d never looked. He was afraid he would look like the charred corpse he should have become.

“Then ghosts can adjust their image if they want to, based on what we’ve seen. If it’s bad and you don’t want it, you can change it.”

“And we’ll help however we can,” Jack finally gave in, settling onto his knees. “C’mon, kiddo.”

Hesitation stayed Danny’s hand only momentarily. If it was bad… then he could change it?

Danny had been assuming the worst ever since his accident - with everything. With his friends, his family, his face. He’d lied and hid the truth from everyone he’d ever known. But his family had just proved him wrong, the worst outcome isn’t necessarily the only outcome. Danny reached for the helmet, disconnecting it from the suit quickly, before he had time to doubt his decision. Cool air touched this half of him’s face for the first time.

Maddie and Jack both gave him encouraging smiles, neither looking on in horror. Did he look okay? Oh crap, did he look like his human self?

“You look fine.” Maddie said, fishing a compact out of her pocket and opening it, aiming the mirror at him. A tanned, human face with no sign of scarring gazed back at him, bright green eyes and pure white hair glowing slightly. “I don’t think you need to change anything.”

Relief settled deep within Danny and he just reached back for his mother, curling up against her and resting his head under her chin again, much more comfortably this time. She only wrapped her arms back around him, stroking his hair gently.

Maybe… maybe he shouldn’t always assume the worst of the people he knew. Maybe he should give them a chance.

And maybe he should stop assuming the worst about himself, too.

#danny phantom #grace writes #danny fenton #dannymay2023 #full hazmat au #jack fenton #Maddie Fenton

[fanfic-gallery]

just one little pat!

✎ leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jack howl × gn! reader

"their reaction to you touching their ears and tail"

|| headcanon, fluff, crack

|| leona kingscholar

despises every bit of it

has or had threated to disintegrate any and all who dare to step a foot, even a mere inch, near him

don't even waste your efforts to concoct a 'master plan' in order to catch him off guard; been there, done that; unless you're his little nephew, the rate of your success is fairly low

strong reflexes, would pin you down in a heartbeat

tackled from behind? his tail has just enough strength to swat a regular sized human across a hallway; hurts like hell too, never pleasant

the process, tough maybe even traumatising to some, but the reward right after is one worth the struggle:

"..i can't believe this.." who ever planned this as a sick joke was as good as dead, but he already knows who's behind it all. the laughing of a howling hyena causing a deeper shade of rosy red to dust his cheeks, growing goosebumps on his tanned skin not apparent but fairly visible on closer inspection.

"poor mr kingscholar, whatever will he do to escape this predicament~" soft rumbles of purring increasing with each pat of his silky mane; tail swaying involuntary, thumping against the wooden flooring, mind wishing to be set free from this hellish torture yet body craving more of your warm touch.

"i'll have your head for this-" ruggie smirked, effortlessly brushing off eyes of green, laced with poison, glaring daggers at him. his body trembling from laughter yet still to prevent the measly lion from leaving his spot on the ground. you, of course, barely paid much mind to what displayed upon you, fingers ever so carefully caressing leona's fluff from head to toe. your squeals of excitement growing louder, grip on the housewarden's waist growing tighter.

|| ruggie bucchi

embarrassing; more so humiliating

isn't very guarded but would be on high alert after the many many times you 'just-so-happened' to have your hand brush against his head

very flinch-y; would even pout a little if you continue to caresses him after his warnings

had used his signature spell against you; had you running around the campus like a mad-lad till your knees turned numb

wish for a certified way to get your daily in-take of serotonin? bribery. what did you expect?

though his prices don't come cheap; better be prepare to have your wallet empty tonight

"erm.. 50 thaumarks..?" the hyena yawned, gloved hands fanning near the entrance of his mouth, tail swaying downwards feeling boredoms sinking its teeth into his bitter soul. 50? you had to be joking- why would he serve himself up to you for a measly 50 thaumark? you were already considered the 'lucky ones'; had it been anyone else, he would have marked up a fortune.

"i've already cut down your cost for the last time- 350 or nothing~" the frustration swirling within your eyes, the way you chewed at your bottom lip; it amused him. he could never understand why would be so desperate for a touch of his mane- absolutely ridiculous.

"ughhh- fine! j-just take it.. here- you happy now-" though he wouldn't say he didn't admired your determination.

"very!" ruggie grinned, fingers already dancing across the edges of light brown-ish paper, greed filling his pupils yet quickly dispersing when arms tackled him to the ground. his face planted against your chest with your hands already scratching at his scalp, upper limbs enwrapped trapped along with his body, leg entangled within yours. he wanted to yell, yell for you to let go- yet he forgot, he had already sold himself to you for the next hour~

|| jack howl

he doesn't mind it actually

well, that was a bit of an understatement-

he doesn't mind, as long as you both are alone; likely staying within the privacies of each other's rooms; he still has his pride to keep after all

gets extremely red -and maybe has a piece of him die on the inside- if you touched him openly

has a very reactive wolf form; and is why he never transforms near you; 'cause once he's caught- either of you would be willing to let go-

loves a scratch behind the ears and tummy rubsss; no touching the tail though- makes bby very uncomfortable

he wasn't known for having much in that empty head of his; just sports; yet he's not one to give up something without a proper fight even if it's just a couple pieces of paper with words sprouted across them. knowing he couldn't fight this battle alone, he searched you out; despite not having knowledge of any magic had excellent grades in every class, in his eyes at least.

you both got to work; having study session everyday till exams week. alongside much of what was taught within textbooks, he observed your love for patting his ears- he found it strange at first; your hands entangled within his mane, praising him with a 'good boy' with each right answer but he started enjoying it slightly. maybe it inflates his ego or he likes the way your palm feels against him.

but he does know- he doesn't want anyone knowing about his little secret..

your hand grazing the back of his left ear as you cooed ever so sweetly; the paper rolled within your hand in a red circle, '68'. he knew it was a high improvement from his mid-years but you didn't have to reward him here- out in the open as well- the snickers of the two heartslabyul students was enough to get him all flushed.. he doubts he'll hear the end of this till the day he dies-

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst x yuu #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x you #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x y/n #leona x reader #leona x mc #leona x you #leona x yuu #twst leona #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader #ruggie x yuu #ruggie x y/n #ruggie x mc #ruggie x reader #twst ruggie #jack howl #jack howl x reader

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #47

Maddie finds out that her son is dead, has been dead since his accident with the portal, and possibly his a ghost has been possessing his body ever since. She wants her baby to at least rest in peace now that he’s gone, so she sets to work.

In the dead(ha) of night she snuck through the house to her son’s former room, woke him up, and told him to come for a walk with him. He was too sleepy to question it, and too sleepy to notice that she removed his big space-print blanket from the bed and stuffed it into the backpack over her shoulder. She took him to a spot deep in the woods, where she had already dug a six foot deep rectangular hole in front of a large tree, and a shovel and plastic grocery bag full of green glowing ropes leaning against the tree.

He only realized what was happening when she had already tied his hands together, so he was already incapable of escape because of the ecto-restricting rope. He helplessly kicked and squirmed and begged as she bound his feet together and wrapped him in the blanket, much like she used to back when he was a newborn, with only his face exposed.

She gently dropped him into the ground and filled the hole back up, even as he screamed and sobbed and pleaded for one more chance; pleaded for her to show him love, or at the very least mercy.

Once the ground was almost flat again, she picked some nearby flowers and placed them on the dirt, and carved what she new to be Danny’s favorite constellation on the tree, then left.

Jack had been searching all day for his son ever since he didn’t show up to breakfast that morning. He was calling out Danny’s name into the trees as he walked through the forest. His heart skipped a beat and a huge grin plastered across his face at the sound of a tearful cry of “Dad?” in the distance.

He was relieved to have found his son, but the relief didn’t last for long as a semi-transparent version of his boy came running into him and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

When asked what had happened, the boy took his father’s hand and lead him to the place where his mother had buried him alive a mere dozen hours ago. As he comforted his son, who had just been murdered, he dialed 911 and told the police their location.

Maddie was arrested for the murder of her child, and Danny’s body was dug up, and re-buried in a cemetery with a proper funeral.

This would probably be a two chapter work, where the first chapter is Maddie’s perspective; and the second chapter is Jack’s perspective, the aftermath of the first chapter.

I also almost went into full on storytelling mode, instead of vague-ish plot summary mode in paragraph seven.

Also this was inspired by The Face of Facts by RaaorQtpbpdy

#Danny Phantom #writing #writing prompt #Danny Phantom writing prompt #DP #writing idea #dp writing #fic #fic prompt #fic idea #DP fic #DP fic prompt #DP writing #DP writing prompt #AnAnMo’s DP writing ideas #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #character death #murder #child murder #Long

[splatooshy]

tvdu headcanons

yes these are completely correct, no i do not take criticism. either compliment me and my clever thoughts or walk away.

damon

- pretends his initials stand for ‘damon fucking salvatore.’

- Humanity isn’t something Damon lacks. He ignores it sometimes, but he did that when he was human too

- shy. so PAINFULLY shy. that didn’t change until post 70s.

- fav colour is jade green.

- born in italy, then lily had multiple miscarriages over 5 years and giuseppe decided they would move to america for better prospects, and stefan was born in mf.

- giuseppe despised anything ‘foreign’, and would lock damon in the cellar when he slipped up. never mind that damon didn’t really know any english.

- named his first horse (a shetland pony) sir handsome. loved his horses. hated people, loved animals.

- bibliophile. brains over brawn.

- gets banned from new orleans every few decades. marcel HATES him. also was in nola in 1914, freya and kol both took pity on him/ befriended damon after he managed to piss off the witches AND marcel in one day.

- always had the most inconvenient crushes as a human. the first was the daughter of some middle class storekeeper when he was eight. the second was emily bennett (his secret bff) and the third was a dude with a horse when he was a teenager. stablehand/riding instructor/ young gent passing through, named sebastian. giuseppe caught the boys fooling around one day and promptly shot sebastian in the head, before beating damon within an inch of his life (WOAH I WROTE THIS SO CASUALLY). damon never fully recovered.

- finds grimoires to bring to his favourite witch at the time. often the spells are super wacky and mostly useless.

- chatty and clingy drunk.

- after augustines, physically cant sleep alone, and half the time wakes up only to realise he’s killed his bedpartner (strangling, decap., suffocation etc.)

- in the 30s, he became a professional dancer.

stefan

- fav colour is an icy, glacial blue.

- nobody knows what his first language is. His first few words were either Italian or French, but it’s not certain which one. of course, giuseppe locked damon in the cellar for that.

- first horse was sir handsome, a hand-me-down from damon. loved both people and animals, but most of all loved when damon was introducing him to the animals.

- actually the cutest little child ever. big green eyes and floppy blonde-ish hair. looked like a five-year-old until he was 13? 14? and then suddenly shot up really quick.

- bull in a china shop. brawn over brains.

- the ‘ripper’ was created by lexi. she isolated and abused stefan, manipulating him into whatever she wanted.

- chronic migraine sufferer.

- as a human, he physically could not eat when nervous, which just so happened to be 80% of the time.

- rarely gets drunk but is a very outgoing and slutty drunk.

- lizard brain blood lusty ripper stefan only speaks italian.

- model aeroplane / train / car kind of guy.

- tumbled down into a well twice as a human.

- built the engine for the first automobile, passed it onto henry ford.

enzo

- likes the challenge of getting his way without resorting to compulsion (which is cheating.)

- has the stickiest fingers. he didn’t become a little street urchin in london without picking up some skills.

- turned by jack the ripper in 1888. approached him mid-murder.

- physically incapable of hating damon. and believe me, he’s tried.

- after augustines, physically cant sleep alone, and half the time wakes up only to realise he’s killed his bedpartner (strangling, decap., suffocation etc.)

klaus

- went to college a few times to study art. ended up stabbing the teacher [with a paintbrush] because they critiqued his work.

- was tsar nicholas 2 as a joke, purposely ended the dynasty.

elijah

- slipped ecstasy into klaus’ drink in the 80s just to see what would happen.

rebekah

- had a habit of accidentally wandering as a kid.

- clairvoyant / clairsentient.

- very partial to throwing knives.

kol

- bffs with charles 2, gets knighted (inspired by that episode of parks and rec where ben and andy meet the rich british guy)

- refers to stefan as klaus’ estranged paramour

- mixes vervain and wolfsbane into joints and such to get klaus to chill the fuck out. and mixing vervain into other drugs and stuff so that they’d affect him - damon joins the operation in 1914.

- was jack the ripper in 1888, saw a man drowning in his own blood in an alleyway, just watching as kol disemboweled a prostitute, before approaching him like ‘please sir, can you spare any change?’ and kol was delighted.

- damon pissed off marcel in 1914 and kol decided at that moment they were best friends.

- BIG fan of the ottoman empire. it only collapsed because kol was daggered.

- has grimoires full of odd spells.

alaric

- owns vervain coated knuckle dusters

- basically begs damon to talk history with him.

elena

- pre-accident: queen bee and she knew it. at her core, she is self-centred and used to getting her way. this only changes with her parents’ accident, but eventually elena reverts back into her old self.

- refers to katherine as her identical grandmother

[ - bitchy stares. not even an rbf, her face is just super expressive and you can tell when she’s judging you ]

caroline

- was second to elena all her life, and elena knew how to fuel that envy of caroline’s. but then elena’s parents died and caroline was finally #1, except stefan shows up and it’s back to the elena show again.

[ - well-meaning but tone deaf ]

both elena and caroline are just those bitchy popular girls.

[ bonnie ]

[ i have so many for her but a lot are completely against canon so here’s the ones that could be ]

[ - best cheerleader on the squad // the older girls adopted her as their flyer from day 1 ]

[ - because she’s tiny, yanno? ]

[ - known as the ‘i dunno her but she seems nice’ one, the ‘quiet, seems really sweet but i think she hates me’ one and ‘elena’s minion’ ]

[ - but she’s actually more popular overall ‘cause she does all the volunteering / xtra curricular stuff with caroline and she’s not in your face about it ]

[ - has very weirdly specific daily rituals as to what she eats and when on which day (waffle wednesday), what pyjamas she wears, how her pillows are arranged, etc. ]

[ - she didn’t even notice she did all of that until she was at a sleepover and the other kid’s mum made a different breakfast to what she would usually have on that day and bonnie was like ‘hmm. i seem to be uncomfortable with this. why is that?’ but sucked it up and ate her breakfast without saying anything ]

#tvd #damon salvatore #denzo #elijah mikaelson #tvd fanfiction #bi damon salvatore #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #enzo st. john #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #headcanon

[femscottlang]

The CPA and SSA - part two

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about. 

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :) 

Word count- 2k-ish

AN: thank you for the love on part one, I didn't expect people to see it if I'm being honest !! Here's part two

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

Once you dug through your cabinet and found your oven mitts, you carried the pot of curry into the dining room. Aaron followed behind you with the plate of naan balanced on top of the pot of rice muttering about how he could've carried the heavier pot. “Sure you could, old man.” he scoffed “I'm not that much older than you.” You set the pot down, jogging back to the kitchen to get serving spoons and a pitcher of water. Once everything was set down, you clasped your hands together “It's nothin fancy, but I can promise it tastes good” you smiled, sitting down between Aaron and Penelope, who was practically vibrating in her seat. 

“Oh shoot, I forgot to get y'all glasses for the water” you slapped your hand over your forehead and moved to get up. Before you could stand, Aaron placed a hand on your thigh and made you sit back down “You’ve done plenty. I’ll grab the glasses, pumpkin. You relax” He said as he got up. You grabbed his hand off of your leg and kissed it before letting him go back into the kitchen. 

You served yourself some food and looked up at the team with a soft smile before settling back in your seat “Alright. I know you have questions, go ahead.” Penelope piped up first “what do you do for work? What's your favorite color? Favorite hobby? Have you met Jack?” She paused and gasped “Oh my god do you even know that Hotch has a kid?” She asked, looking at you with wide eyes before bringing her spoon to her mouth “Oh my god I don't even care anymore. Please marry him and feed us.” 

You grinned at the bubbly blonde next to you “I'm an accountant, uh- green? I like to crochet. Yes, I have met Jack, he has a room here because of how often Aar -hotch and Jack stay over.” You took a bite of the curry as you waited for more questions.

The next to speak up was Spencer, “Did you know that the word accountant stems from the old French word ‘compter’ which stems from the Latin word ‘computare’ meaning to calculate” he stated, as he tried to tuck his hair behind his ear but it wasn't quite long enough. You tilted your head and shrugged “No I didn't, but that makes sense since the first accountant existed in the 1490s” you added, watching his eyes light up at your knowledge. 

“Okay enough of the accounting facts, give us some juice on Aaron” Emily said, leaning forward with a mischievous smile. You furrowed your eyebrows and chewed the inside of your cheek, running through some options in your head and weighing which one would embarrass him the most but anger him the least. When you landed on one, your smile matched Emily's. 

“When he sleeps over he wears one of my oversized shirts that says ‘Number One Gr-” you feel a hand cover your mouth “O-Kay enough of that,” Aaron said. You licked his hand, causing him to recoil and wipe it on your shirt. “Jack is a bad influence on you.” He muttered. You snickered “It says NumberOneGrandpa!” you said quickly before he could shut you up again. His team erupted in laughter, yelling over each other for a photo or for hotch to go put it on. Sadly, you didn't have any but you joined in on the peer pressure for him to wear it to bed tonight.

He slung an arm over the back of your chair and leaned back, shaking his head “Look what you've done.” He glared at you with a smile ghosting his lips “I don't know what you're talking about” You looked up at the ceiling so as to not meet his eyes

 “Evil. Evil woman. That's what you are.” He said as you moved your chair closer to him and put your head on his shoulder “Oh I'm fully aware.” 

Once everyone finished eating, Rossi ended up insisting on doing the dishes for you while the rest of you changed into more comfortable clothes and decided to call it a night. You ran around for a while, making sure everyone had towels to shower, fresh sheets and took out the air mattresses you have for family visits and occasional movie nights with Jack and Aaron. 

You checked your watch after you put on sweatpants and one of Aaron's quarter zips that you've been hoarding. “You should really put on the number one grandpa shirt.” You said as you walked into the bathroom where he was just in sweatpants while brushing his teeth. You watched him roll his eyes in the mirror “I'm serious! You and your team seem so stressed. It would really give them a good laugh” 

you leaned against the counter. He spit out the toothpaste and looked at you before dropping his head in defeat “fine I'll wear it” he grimaced “mm don't put it on yet, I have a feeling this is our only moment of privacy for the rest of the night” you said, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair “ tell me the truth. How bad is it? The case I mean” your voice barely above a whisper as your hand moved from his hair to his sunken cheek, tilting his head towards you so he would look you in the eye. 

You watched his eyes rack over your face “Hey! Stop trying to profile me, just tell me.” You frowned, which only deepened when he grinned at you “Oh it's not trying, I did profile you. You are a complete open book. You are the most expressive person I have ever met.” He said, peppering kisses all over your face in an attempt to get you to forget what you were asking about. It worked.

 “that's why you're dating me? Because I'm easy to read?” You raised an eyebrow “Yes. That is the only reason I have been seeing you for three years” he deadpanned. It was your turn to roll your eyes before looking at him. His frown lines have faded over the last few years, as well as the line in between his eyebrows. He's not the drill sergeant he was when you first met him. Maybe aging softened him. Maybe you. You thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was both. 

You sighed “you don’t have to tell me. Just- don’t do anything too stupid?” you asked, reaching up to cup his face and run your hands through the small amount of stubble he grew. “I promise I will not do anything too stupid” he leaned his head into your hand, kissing your palm.

You hummed “good. Now I’m gonna go get the shirt” you pushed yourself all off the counter and began to walk towards the bedroom before he grabbed you, pulling your back against his chest “stay in here with me a little longer. I don't want to share you yet” you leaned your weight against him. “Shoulda thought about that before you brought them to my house”

He was warm and smelled like open woods. Like a cold campsite on a summer evening with a fire crackling and the smoke being taken up to the constellations you could see without the city's light pollution. Aaron was a campfire. Warm and full of life. Dangerous, but contained. Wouldn't have hurt you unless you decided you wanted it to. 

“I know, I know.” He buried his face in your hair that now smells the same as his since he decided that ‘your shampoo is better anyways’. He tightened his grasp, pulling you impossibly close. “It's bad. I told Jessica to take Jack out of town for the time being. JJ did the same with Will and Henry.” You spun around and looked at him “What?! And y-you didn't think to tell me?” You hissed, pushing away from him. He reached for you again “you heard Garcia. If she didn't know about you then you're safe.” 

You slapped his hands down “So why didn't you bring Jack to me? He would've been much happier here. Do you not trust me to take care of him?” You raised your voice and he shook his head “No of course I trust you with him. You know that. Bringing him here would have endangered you too. Getting him here without potentially being seen was a higher risk than him already being with Jessica and leaving town.” He straightened his back, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms 

You huffed in defeat, reaching up to rub the space between his brows to get him to relax his face. You hated when he became Hotch instead of Aaron “Sorry, sorry. You're right. I don't wanna stress you out anymore. I-” you sighed “I just wish you would've told me. I mean c'mon. We aren't just sneaking around for fun anymore. Your kid has a room in my house. You stay here 90% of the time. Your team has met me now. Reality has caught up with us, honey bun.” You gave him a downturned smile 

He relaxed, holding the back of your arm “I know. I wanted to keep you-” he paused to find the right words “to myself” he cringed at the possessive implications “I-” he began before you stopped him 

“I know what you meant. I guess now you have to meet my friends, huh?” You said in hopes of lifting the heavy air that was crushing your lungs. He pressed a kiss to your temple, taking a deep breath “I guess so” his words muffled against your skin 

“if you go all Hotch on me again you're sleeping on the couch.” you threatened before finally getting to leave the bathroom, going to your dresser and tossing the shirt at him “understood, ma’am” he winked at you to which you scrunch your nose “you're lucky you're handsome, I hope you know that. Cmon. You need to get some sleep and I have work in the morning” 

you climbed into bed, pulling back the blanket and patting the spot next to you. He pulled on the shirt and sat on the edge of the bed “lay down Aaron.” You said, leaning over and rubbing his arm.

After a minute of sitting there, he finally swung his legs up onto the bed and laid down. You curled up against him “I don't want you going to work tomorrow.” He said, looking over at you “I know. But I gotta. I have a new intern I have to train” you groaned “now that school's out, the office is gonna be filled with entitled college students whose daddy's got them an internship” you said, drawing shapes on his sternum with your index finger

“Daddy?” He asked, lifting his head. You put your hand on his forehead and pushed it back down “Aaron Hotchner!” You reprimanded “behave your team is in the next room over” you said in a hushed tone “I'm kidding! I'm kidding.” He let out a grunt as you smacked him in the chest before turning over to turn off the light “goodnight, honey” you said softly “please sleep” you added 

“I promise I will try,” he said, turning to pull you against him “but you have to wake me up when you get up to get ready. I don't want to wake up in an empty bed” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his “I promise I will.”

#aaron hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fic #hotch x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch fanfiction

[special-mooon]

More TWST Headcanons I have bcs why not (Part one here)

(en español aquí)

One time the translation magic at the school that helped everyone understand each other stopped working and it was chaos, no one knew what the other was saying.

Kalim and Jamil were speaking in Arabic and trying to communicate to a very confused Vil, Epel, Jack, and Cater as they spoke back in German.

Riddle, Trey, Ace and Deuce are frantically speaking English and trying to understand Azul, Jade and Floyd, who were speaking back in Danish.

Ruggie and Leona are just watching everything unfold and talking in Swahil (Lowkey taking advantage that one one understands them to talk sht).

Idia gave up completely since he knew no one would understand him, he spoke Ancient Greek.

Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek are amused by the situation and talking among themselves in a mixture of medieval French and Russian.

Rook and Ortho were the only two people who understood everyone and were the main translators that day.

Sam has a sweet spot for Ruggie to the point where he’ll just give him stuff for a cheap price without Ruggie knowing.

Yuu introduced UNO to the twst boys and had a game night at Ramshackle dorm. It went just as you expected (friendships destroyed, dignity gone)

Also Yuu introduced Monopoly and of course, Azul won most of the games.

Now every time they play Monopoly, everyone gangs up on Azul (he still somehow wins tho???)

Speaking of Azul, while in his Octo form, Azul is actually colorblind and can only see Black/White

Same with the twins, they can only really see color thats green-ish

When they first came to land in their human forms, boy were they shocked to see so many different colors, it was Lowkey a little overwhelming.

Seeing each other in their true colors was a wholesome moment tho.

Also the twins have SHIT eyesight in their eel form. On land they’re fine but in the ocean? Blinder than a bat.

Since Ruggie is a hyena-type beastmen, that means his bite strength is STRONG, stronger than anyone else’s. Everyone in the Savanaclaw dorm knows this which is why they don’t really mess with him but it’s not really common knowledge around the school.

One time Ortho gave Ruggie a Jawbreaker and he was able to bite into it casually. Everyone was shocked to say the least.

Deuce is REALLY good at rhythm games. Idia played some with him once and he was able to pass most songs on extreme mode.

Malleus’s horns are VERY sensitive. Also the tip of his tail wags up and down when he’s angry, kind of like a cats. But since his tail is HEAVY, he ends up leaving cracks on the floor, poor guy

Silver has slept on everyone’s shoulder/lap at least once. Yes even the professors, don’t ask how

Thats all for now gamers

#these are plaguing brain my #also yes i know an ungodly amount of fish facts okay #its the tism #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst hc #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst Yuu

[eldritch-spouse]

Okay so we know almost all the red flags in your boys, but what are so green flags in them?

Like, what some of your ocs will say to their darling to convince them *THEY* are the ultimate choice and ect?

[GREEN FLAGS? PFFT- OKAY. IF YOU SQUINT.]

Why you should date these losers!

Morell

He can cook so well!;

Great hunter;

B I G .

Santi

Juiciest tits in town;

Wholesome deep down;

Sugar daddy material.

Grimbly

Cute enough to give you diabetes;

Will make your enemies cry;

Heeheehoohoo he sleeps upside down like a bat.

Gallon

Mysterious drama whore vibes;

For the living latex enthusiasts;

Knows his drinks better than anyone else.

Nebul

Astrology bitch, but for real;

Loves animals;

Thick ass.

Vinnel

Funny;

Thee wanteth the jestussy;

You can hold him like a balloon while he floats.

Patches

Meow meow nerd man;

His ability to cum in his pants from a couple of touches alone will flatter you;

Two for one, you also get a gremlin horse-loving boyfriend!

Fank-e

*Slaps Fank-e's top* This bad boy can fit so many illicit substances in his storage space;

L0L R4ND0M XDDD R4WR :333 T4C05;

Rainbow dong, glow in the dark robussy, whatever you want.

Belo

This one's for the peeps in the back with religious guilt;

Can lift you into flight;

Usually very obedient.

Sybastian

Pick a shape!;

Amazing dad material;

Oral game on point.

Krulu

Godfucker privileges;

Everyone fears you;

Dominion over The Clergy.

Miara

Ultimate dommy mommy;

Usually a very bright soul;

Breederism, you say?

Breg

So dedicated. He's trying his best;

Heeheehaha dark mode;

Gee Billy, two willies?!

Fasma

Old wise soul. Sort of;

Alcohol and smokes always available;

Kind of like a living stim toy.

Ludwig

Jack of all trades, master of none;

Very chill for a wrath demon;

Living heater boyfriend.

Obie

Will eat your cooking no matter how terrible;

Will never judge the state of disarray your house is in;

Obscure musician.

Mervin

Devoted, but subtly;

Will get you nothing but the best ever, if you're mistreated he will go into Karen-tier fits;

Shags

Goth-ish.

Katia

MILF;

You get three platonic stepson yanderes;

This woman is so wholesome it hurts.

Very artistic and creative;

Knows mothman;

Cottagecore boyfriend.

Rinx

THE sugar daddy;

Big ole hands to finger grab you with;

Has a pile of riches he sleeps on like a dragon.

Zizz

Comfiest boyfriend;

You don't have to do anything, just exist next to him;

You have joint custody of 300 plushies.

Vesper

CEO OF SEX;

Everyone wants to fuck you so bad oh my God-;

Three schlongs and heart nipples.

Lacai

Short king;

Bug Man McGee;

Idk he's got Tumblr pretty boy charm, you guys like him a lot.

Ivani

Can do the goblin shark jaw extension;

Have you ever seen a shark with tits? Huh?;

Very easy to satisfy, just get her hot dogs.

Colmei

Limitless supply of honey cum;

You're treated like a bee Queen;

Heehee cute buzzing.

Adelo

Rule over angels;

Silly man;

Chad won the eye number lottery.

Adrul

You can ride his back!;

Serious but sweet;

Hell fears you.

#Morell oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #Patches oc #Ludwig oc #Obie oc #Mervin oc #Ivani oc #Bregory #Nebul oc #Shags oc #Adrul oc #Adelo oc #Beekeeeper boie #Mother Miara #Krulu oc #Fank-e oc #Rinx oc #Zizz oc #Vesper oc #Lacai oc #Vinnel oc #Gallon oc #Sybastian oc #Belo oc #Katia oc

[elfqueen006]

Take Me Into Your Room

Sunny Day Jack x May-Rose (OC)

Note: This is a draft for a long fic I titled "Chasing Rainbows." It may or may not appear in the story, depending on where I take the story.

---

Jack had been invited to the bed today, and boy, was he eager to be welcomed. His eyes glistened like a kid in the candy store as he looked around. May was currently in the bathroom fixing herself up for bed. So, Jack – feeling like he had limited time to put use this privilege – covered ground as much as he could.

May had a somewhat cluttered room. It was organized to a degree. She had a large pile of stuffed animals in the corner of her room that tumbled over to the left side of her bed. Next to the doorway of the bathroom, sat a little workspace, set up as a desk with an open sketchbook on top of it. He looked inside, just at the open pages. There was a doodle of what looked like the cup designs in Popov’s Yogurtopia and a little body underneath. On the walls were band posters (they were way after his time, but he could tell what they were) and shelves that held glittery big-eyed beanie babies and Care Bears.

 It made him feel bad to think so, but May didn’t strike him as a person with “soft-oriented” interests. She struck him initially, as someone who was very mature. Not that it exempted her hobbies in the slightest. It surprised him, but he was delighted nonetheless. Many people in their adult life seem to just give up on their interests for the sake of seeming and feeling like an adult. They would have hobbies, but it extended as far as cooking, sewing, or watching TV. And they were fun on their own, but they were the rule. The accepted and seen as suitable.

That wasn’t what being an adult was supposed to be at all! There wasn’t even a right way to do so, in fact. Who says being an adult means depriving yourself of being childish and fun? Certainly not Jack. And he didn't want to toot his own horn, but he considered himself very fun.

He flinched when he heard May’s footsteps. Without anything else to do he just stood awkwardly as she came outside. He heard her stop beside him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

She was wearing a headwrap with floral print with a large-ish band tee that stopped over her waist. He didn’t see any shorts to speak of.

Jack gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just taking a look around. I hope that was okay?”

She gave him a blank stare with her catlike green eyes. He wet his lips and gave a quick glance at her work desk. “You have great sketches!”

“Ugh!” May was quick to pass him and slam the book closed. “You went through my stuff?!”

“No, no! It was already open! And I only saw the two pages that were.”

May flipped through the book, checking for any new creases or tampering. Though the book was weathered, she handled it with care and could tell when it was messed with. Of course, she found no such signs. Though she narrowed her eyes at him and smacked the book lightly against his chest. “This is off limits.” she said.

Jack nodded obediently. 

Plopping the book down on her desk, May sauntered over to her bed and her shirt flew up as she threw herself over it. Ah. Turns out she was wearing shorts. They were just thin and elastic, though not nearly long enough to cover the round, voluptuous pair of cheeks that held at her lower back.

She landed on the left side of the bed and sighed, smiling as she spread her arms and legs out on the comforter. Jack remained where he was. He twiddled his thumbs, looking between the floor and the bed.

“You coming in or ain’t you?” May asked.

Jack perked up and immediately made his way over to the bed. He eased himself onto it and felt around on the comforter, his smile growing. He lied back, staring at the ceiling a good while and then rolled on his side, giggling as he burrowed his face into the pillow.

Normally, the sight of a grown man being so enthusiastic at the comfort of her bed would have put her off. But she couldn’t help but smirk in amusement. Jack was so unreal-ly whimsical. Like something out of a Spielberg or unheard of Disney Channel movie. Especially when he smiled. He was handsome. Charming even.

She almost didn’t care he had on his jacket and shoes in her bed.

He opened his eyes and wet his lips, “Sorry for looking in your sketchbook.” he apologized softly.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay… you seemed pretty upset and I didn’t want to offend you.”

“It’s squashed.”

He gave a relieved sigh, and just like that he was hugged up against her pillows again.

“I’d think you never had a bed before, let alone slept in one.” May said.

“Well, you have been making me sleep on the couch,” Jack replied, “which is fine! It’s your house and all… but personally, I don’t really recommend them for sleeping.”

May hummed in agreement, “I get it. It makes my neck ache sometimes.”

Jack propped his head on his arms, “Do you sleep on it often?”

“Only on the weekends.” May replied, “Usually… anyway, I spend most of it binging my favorite TV shows and then I’m just” she clicks her tongue, “out.”

“That’s not healthy.” Jack stated.

“Yeah, I know, but I deserve to veg out. I work myself to death at work – unpaid, by the way.”

Jack gave her an incredulous look, “That’s not healthy either!” he said with a bit of laughter. May can’t help but laugh with him.

“Hey, if I want to bum out on the couch all weekend after working for shit pay from my ain’t shit boss, that is my business, sir!”

They both laugh a while, reach a lull in the conversation, then fall asleep. At least, May does. Throughout the night, Jack can’t help but think to himself about what May told him. He hoped she wasn’t serious about her work schedule. By now, he knew she had a habit of being sarcastic, but she rarely exaggerated.

‘She’s stuck,’ Jack concluded, ‘stuck and tired. She doesn’t know how to change things for the better. But I swear I’ll help her!”

If she let him help anyway. It would take a while, but she would come around. They were in this together. What were friends for after all?

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack fanfiction #sunny day jack #sunny day jack x mc #sunny day jack x oc #Ch: May-Rose #sdj oc #black!oc #visual novel #my fics

[adventure-showdown]

What is the Greatest Doctor Who story ever told?

and so we enter the final stretch, just 64 competitors remain, the seedings have been finalised and its time to make some even tougher calls. How long will the EU underdogs last and will your favourite be the ultimate victor (probably not)?

ROUND 1 ROUND 2 ROUND 3 ROUND 4

FINALS

Grand Final: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances vs Midnight

Third Place: World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs City of Death

SEMI-FINALS

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances WINNER: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

City of Death vs Midnight WINNER: Midnight

QUARTER-FINALS

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs Heaven Sent

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead vs The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

Fires of Pompeii vs City of Death

Scherzo vs Midnight

rounds 5-7 under the cut

ROUND 7

Remembrance of the Daleks vs World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls WINNER: World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls

Heaven Sent vs The Three Doctors WINNER: Heaven Sent

Turn Left vs Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead WINNER: Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

Vincent and the Doctor vs The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances WINNER: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

Partners in Crime vs Fires of Pompeii WINNER: Fires of Pompeii

Blink vs City of Death WINNER: City of Death

Caerdroia vs Scherzo WINNER: Scherzo

Midnight vs Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways WINNER: Midnight

ROUND 6

Chimes of Midnight vs Remembrance of the Daleks WINNER: Remembrance of the Daleks

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs The Robots of Death vs Children of Earth World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls

Heaven Sent vs Dalek WINNER: Heaven Sent

The Three Doctors vs The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith WINNER: The Three Doctors

Alien Bodies vs Turn Left WINNER: Turn Left

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead vs The Romans WINNER: Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

Vincent and the Doctor vs Captain Jack Harkness WINNER: Vincent and the Doctor

The Husbands of River Song vs The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances WINNER: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

The Curse of Fatal Death vs Partners in Crime WINNER: Partners in Crime

The War Games vs Fires of Pompeii WINNER: Fires of Pompeii

The Natural History of Fear vs Blink WINNER: Blink

City of Death vs Doctor Who and the Pirates WINNER: City of Death

Father's Day vs Caerdroia WINNER: Caerdroia

Zagreus vs Scherzo WINNER: Scherzo

Midnight vs Survival WINNER: Midnight

Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways vs Night of the Doctor WINNER: Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways

ROUND 5

The Chimes of Midnight vs Unnatural History WINNER: Chimes of Midnight

Remembrance of the Daleks vs The Curse of Fenric WINNER: Remembrance of the Daleks

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs The Greatest Show in the Galaxy WINNER: World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls

The Robots of Death vs Children of Earth TIE

Heaven Sent vs The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot WINNER: Heaven Sent

The Green Death vs Dalek WINNER: Dalek

The Star Beast vs The Three Doctors WINNER: The Three Doctors

The Marian Conspiracy vs The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith WINNER: The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith

Time Crash vs Alien Bodies WINNER: Alien Bodies

The Mind Robber vs Turn Left WINNER: Turn Left

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead vs Solitaire WINNER: Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

The Romans vs An Adventure in Space and Time WINNER: The Romans

Vincent and the Doctor vs The Five Doctors WINNER: Vincent and the Doctor

The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar vs Captain Jack Harkness WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness

Countrycide vs The Husbands of River Song WINNER: The Husbands of River Song

The Holy Terror vs The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances WINNER: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

The Curse of Fatal Death vs Human Nature WINNER: Curse of Fatal Death

Partners in Crime vs Lungbarrow WINNER: Partners in Crime

The War Games vs The Daemons WINNER: The War Games

Fires of Pompeii vs The Metaphysical Engine or What Quill Did WINNER: Fires of Pompeii

A Death in the Family vs The Natural History of Fear WINNER: The Natural History of Fear

The Happiness Patrol vs Blink WINNER: Blink

City of Death vs Mummy on the Orient Express WINNER: City of Death

Ghost Light vs Doctor Who and the Pirates WINNER: Doctor Who and the Pirates

Death of the Doctor vs Father's Day WINNER: Father's Day

The Curse of Clyde Langer vs Caerdroia WINNER: Caerdroia

Zagreus vs Genesis of the Daleks WINNER: Zagreus

Pond Life vs Scherzo WINNER: Scherzo

Midnight vs The Time Meddler WINNER: Midnight

Survival vs The Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith WINNER: Survival

Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways vs The Caves of Androzani WINNER: Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways

Reset vs Night of the Doctor WINNER: Night of the Doctor

#masterpost #doctor who #probably going to take most of the day to be ready to post #but here we go

[liaresources]

spill you guts. {actress!reader x jack harlow}

SUMMARY: reader and jack have been dating on the low for some time but have been very good at keeping it a secret. there’s been a few twitter rumours here and there or a deuxmoi sighting (always in a bigger group of people) but nothing too major. reader is an actress and goes on the late late show with james corden to promote her new movie. they play a game of ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’. {1.2K words}

A/N: i am very aware that in the world of hollywood and pr, this scenario would never take place this way but humor me <3

A/N #2: i despise the use of “y/n” so you won’t find any of that here.

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of gagging (due to disgusting food?) - i can’t think of anything else. let me know if there’s anything else i should add.

DISCLAIMER: this is all pure fiction. obviously.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We're here with a variety of mouthwatering delicacies-" You eye the table in front of you with a mixture of disbelief and disgust, lowering your head cursing yourself for agreeing to this. The regret was instant the moment James started naming all the 'treats' the production had put together for this segment. "Now, this is a special version of our classic game. Normally, we would take turns asking each other a question at a time and either answer said question or sample one of these exotic treats. This year, being our last year on the show, we've changed things up a bit. We will be asking each other questions but-" You chuckle nervously, "-this time, we can choose not to answer the first question and go for a second one, which we have to answer or we will have to take not one but TWO bites of the chosen dish." He explains and your eyes look at all the options. Just the names of some of these things make you gag. "How are you feeling dear? You look a bit sick already." James asks turning to you and chuckling softly.

"I'm regretting life choices, to be honest." You admit. “Where do you even find all this stuff?!”

"Well, you could just be brutally honest... " James retorts and you laugh knowing that none of his questions will be easy to answer. You were familiar with this segment of the show and it was highly entertaining for this exact reason. "I'll go first." says James. "I'm going to start by offering you a delicious century-egg smoothie."

There are two tall glasses in front of you filled with a suspicious looking green-ish substance. You catch yourself leaning back in your chair as if that would help you avoid the rancid smell.

"Oh God, the smell-..."

"I know." James agrees with a chuckle. “Oh, and by the way neither one of us has seen these questions before, right?” You nod and James picks up the first card, reads the question to himself and gasps giving you a mischievous smirk.

"Oh no- That’s not a good sign." You whine and bring your hands to your head genuinely scared of what's to come. Your heartbeat is already picking up.

James regains his composure and looks straight at you with a serious expression.

"This is a photo of you arriving at LAX earlier this morning, correct?"

You look at the monitor and sure enough it is a picture of you walking out of the terminal dragging your suitcase behind you offering a tight-lipped smile at the camera. You had taken a couple of pictures with fans and then got into the car that was waiting for you. "Yes..." You offer as a response, suspicious of where this is going.

"Look at you smiling- Jeans, t-shirt, ah, is that vintage Tommy Hilfiger suitcase?", he asks in a rapid fire as if distracted and you nod, "-handbag- and what is that? Is it a scrunchie? Where did you get that thing? It's huge."

It was rather big though you couldn't understand why it was worth noting. Big and puffy in a baby blue hue. "Yeah, yeah, it is. It needs to be to tame all this." You giggle pointing at your hair. "My best friend makes them."

"Well, you look great."

"Thank you. That's good to hear after an 8-hour flight. " You say again and let out a nervous chuckle. Dissecting a pap shot from the airport is not what you expected.

"Now... This is a photo that went up on Instagram about an hour ago around the time we started filming tonight's episode... "

You turn to the monitor again and this time you are confronted with a mirror selfie of Jack throwing up the 'L' like he often does. Looking handsome (like he always does). The crowd cheers and hollers but you're confused. You're certain the surprise is evident in your face and you are a little flustered and taken aback but this is still salvageable. You can play it off as having a crush on the guy. Then the rest of the image registers... You recognize the bedroom in the place you two would be sharing while in LA and notice the reflection in the mirror.

"Jack Harlow-" More cheers from the audience. "-handsome guy? Great artist?"

At this point, you're smiling nervously, heartbeat going through the roof as you raise your shoulders feigning disinterest, in what could only be considered the worst bit of acting you had ever put forth. "He's alright." You say barely keeping it together.

"If I could direct your attention to the background of this picture-" He is ruthless, you think. The picture zooms in and you bury your face in your hands. "I swear I've seen this suitcase somewhere before, AND-" The picture is blurry of course, being pulled from Instagram, but the objects are distinctive enough to put several nails in the coffin of your relationship's secrecy.

"Oh God!"

"-that looks like a big big baby blue scrunchie on that nightstand."

James is cackling and you're a blushing giggling mess, tears forming at the edges of your eyes. Nerves are getting the best of you and you can hardly control your chuckles. The audience is laughing along with you two as James looks at you with bright eyes and you realise he is still to ask you the question.

You grab a napkin and tap the corners of your eyes to capture the moisture there.

"My question is..." He starts with a cheeky grin pausing for several moments, the audience creating an impromptu drumroll, "Are you flying first class?" The audience, James and you start laughing once again.

"Oh my God!" You exclaim taking a deep breath. "Oh my God!"

James puts his hands up feigning innocence and making a notion towards the glass, "You could always have a sip of the smoothie."

Can you, though?! It isn't even the fact that the content of the glass was the most disgusting thing that gives you pause. You can't confirm your relationship with Jack on air like that, that was for sure. But you also would be kind of confirming it if you refused to answer.  Your brain is going on overdrive. Maybe you can get the production to pull this part of the segment or reshoot it? Can you have everyone in the audience sign an NDA over this? Have they signed one already?

Buying yourself some time you pretend to consider drinking the smoothie, you take the glass in your hand and you lean in to take a whiff. Immediately you regret it covering your mouth trying to keep yourself from gagging for real.

"This is nasty! Can you die from this? I bet you can!" You say with a chuckle and then proceed to put the glass back on the table. "Nope, nope..." You exhale and brace yourself, "I'll just take the second question."

Give me anything else. I’ll trash talk my ex, my ex’s ex, my costars, anything...

“Are you really-?” He asks in disbelief.

“Yup.”

“Okay, then.” James tosses the card he has been holding behind him and you almost sigh in relief. Good riddance... If only you could burn it. He grabs a second card from the pile to his right and looks it over. He takes several moments to read it putting you on edge fearing what other topic may come up. Without any warning, “There’s nothing on here.” He throws the second card away too, places his hands on the table and stares at you. 

"There is only one question. Are you dating Jack Harlow!?"

The studio erupts in cheers, laughter, applause and you simply reach for your 1,000-year-old egg smoothie...

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagine #fic

[mercurygray]

Merc, what kind of Historical Military Man gets the wheels turning for you? What are the markers of 'Oh, that one, that one is now mine'?

Nat, I'm going to be honest, this question provoked something of an existential crisis. so I went back through, like, 20 years of fandom favorites to see if there's a pattern.

Spoiler: there isn't, apart from a perennial need to be different. This is kind of long .

2001 (ish) - Lord of the Rings is coming out, and you are either a Legolas or Aragorn girl. I am deep in my 'not like the other girls' phase and decide Boromir is actually the superior choice here. (This leads me to watch A LOT of period dramas that are probably not appropriate for for me at this age, including Clarissa and Lady Chatterley's Lover.) It also leads me to the Sharpe books, which are great and awesome. Richard Sharpe doesn't necessarily do anything for me as a character, but that gets me into Hornblower, which gets me into the Aubreyad, which leads me to read a lot about the Napoleonic Wars in high school. Cliff-diving into a different historical period is now something I do every single summer.

I also spend about 5 years (2008-2013) writing a 225,000 word fanfic in which Boromir doesn't die.

2010-2015

Matthew Crawley (Dan Stevens) is really only in the army a brief while but who can say no to the blue eyes and the absolute vibe he has going with Mary?

During the Downton phase I decide to raid the library for other period dramas, again, and watch The Forsyte Saga. Soames Forsyte is not a man you love, but Damian Lewis has A Face and I know he was on Band of Brothers, which the library perennially never has a copy of.

2011

I finally watch Band of Brothers in its entirety my senior year of college and am a little disappointed I appear to be missing large parts of the story. (Future rewatches will explain that this is actually a feature of the show, not a bug.) My recollections of this are hazy, but I'm fairly certain my favorite character the first time I watched this was Lewis Nixon (Ron Livingston). He's dark-haired, he's funny, he's an absolute mess with a trust fund. Dick Winters (Damian Lewis) also has one hell of a face. He's a red-head, he's in charge of everyone else, he doesn't say much, and he is tall. I know there must be fic for this show but am also very, very sure it is shippy in a direction I do not want to read, so I do not go looking for it.

TURN - 2014-2017

Ben Tallmadge (Seth Numrich) is the guy to watch on TURN: he's a lieutenant, he's tall, he struggles with rules, but the entire fandom is also crazy about him and the leading queen bee in the OC end of that fandom is a real pain about it, so I decide I will not be writing for him no matter what it costs me to hold off admitting I want to. However, in the next episode we meet his best friend, Caleb Brewster (Daniel Henshall) who is short, bearded, dark-haired and chaotic. The moment he comes onscreen I love him. Sadly, no one is reading fic for him and this project is abandoned.

In Season 3, we meet the Marquis de Lafayette. Historical Lafayette is a tall, awkward redhead in need of a father figure who makes up for war experience with boundless enthusiasm. His letters home are adorable. Show Lafayette (Ben Wiles) is tall and enthusiastic. I love him anyway and I make it everyone's problem for, like, a year.

2016-2017 - Mercy Street

Henry Hopkins (Luke Macfarlane) is a military chaplain in a hotel-turned Union hospital in Alexandria, Virginia. He's tall, he's a little tortured, and he has a knack for putting others first. Wrestling with some past choices, his romance with Emma Green, the privileged daughter of the family who owned the hotel, is sweet and full of pining. I write so much fix-it fic for them it's not even funny. (I love this show because the female characters I love come pre-installed. Please watch this.)

2016 - Dunkirk

I see this movie three times in theaters and love it more each time. Collins (Jack Lowden) is a blonde RAF flyboy with a very adorable face. (Tom Glynn Carney is also a face I like but he's on a backburner for a bit.) I write a lot of fic about it and affectionately refer to this as my first Planes Go Zoom phase.

2020

Two weeks into the pandemic I decide rewatching Band of Brothers is a good idea and buy the book and the DVD set from my local secondhand bookshop like I am doing a drug deal in a parking lot. Two weeks after that I am writing a fanfic for Dick Winters (Damian Lewis) because I am a loon who likes men in charge and painfully slow burns.

2021

Still in the middle of a pandemic I decide to watch The Pacific, because I make good decisions, apparently. Hoosier Smith (Jacob Pitts) is a taciturn, wise-cracking friend of Leckie's who is joked about as being the pretty one. He is. Andrew Haldane (Scott Gibson) is quiet, unassuming, and in charge, and played college football for Bowdoin. Very dad energy. Extremely charming. Dead in three episodes as history intended. Fix-it fic incoming.

2022 Top Gun Maverick comes out. Jake "Hangman" Seresin (played by Glen Powell, who I loved in Hidden Figures and The Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Pie Society) has a jawline you could cut something with and an attitude. My friends think I am mental. Second Planes Go Zoom phase coupled with Devotion, which comes out shortly after.

SAS Rogue Heroes comes out. I have been really looking forward to seeing Tom Glynn Carney in something else and he delivers. Mike Sadler is blond, extremely good at his job, not capable of suffering fools, and far too attractive for the desert.

2024

We do not even make it out of trailer season before I realize I still have a Thing (TM) for Callum Turner's face, which I have known since he was Theseus Scamander in Fantastic Beasts. Watching The Boys in the Boat before this all starts doesn't help - he has regrettably blond hair but thighs for days and shoulders you could hang the universe on. John "Bucky" Egan, is tall, dark-haired, incredibly generous spirited and nominally in charge. I want all of it. The rest of the fandom does too. I try to make peace with that and write anyway. Third Planes Go Zoom phase.

#asked and answered #emilykaldwen #more about me

[shakertwelve]

dontbe shy share the other beautiful way blake and green eyes could have weird monster sex while blake remains blissfully aware that he's become an a-tier freak

well ok i mean it depends on what green eyes' junk situation is right. like does her 'mermaid' lower body still have human-ish genitalia or is it fully fishmoded. is she getting all dreamy about the idea of laying a bunch of jelly eggs and watching blake jack off over them. probably not but we don't know for sure. or is the whole tail getting involved as a penetrating appendage. many options here, possibly as many as blake has holes

#ask

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #77 (#76 alternate ending)

A happy(ish) ending to prompt #76

When Jack heard his son’s voice behind him asking him to finish killing him, he panicked, ran over to the now human boy on the ground covered in green ectoplasm and red blood, picked him up in his arms, and rushed all the way back to FentonWorks.

He brought Danny(now unconscious) down to the lab and hurriedly explained the situation to his wife, hoping that they could save their rapidly dying son.

They patched him up the best they could, but his arm and both his legs had to be cut off. He remained in a coma for a week while his body tried to heal itself the rest of the way.

Danny opened his eye expecting to see the green sky of the Ghost Zone or whatever world of the afterlife came after being a ghost.

He instead found that he was staring at the ceiling in his parents lab.

#Danny Phantom #writing #writing prompt #Danny Phantom writing prompt #DP #writing idea #dp writing #fic #fic prompt #fic idea #DP fic #DP fic prompt #DP writing #DP writing prompt #AnAnMo’s DP writing ideas #danny fenton #jack fenton #angst #injury #identity reveal

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - I Out Pew Pew Your Pew Pew

For: @wingedflight

Danny is kinda a walking weapon even with ignoring his ghostliness, and robbing a bank is certainly one way to find that out

Danny? Yeah Danny was having a day. He turbo fucked his right shin and now had a cast, even with that his parents were still insisting on Danny himself going to both set up the new FentonWorks deal with a non-military adjacent investor/potential buyer and for him to set up the investment/deposit any under the table cheques at the bank. Of course, he had to be in his FentonWorks brand hazmat/spandex -gotta be able to show off those weapons and other gadgets at the drop of a hat right?- for said meeting, he dressed it up with a burgundy lab coat, fuzzy green and purple plaid pants, and a pair of dark blue doc martins; combined with the white trimmed with black spandex he hopes he was a fucking eyesore.

“-It’ll be a pleasure doing business with FentonWorks”, the gray-suited man gets up and they shake hands. White gloved hand to pale hand, the other man had a gaudy ring on his ring finger with diamonds so most likely married though his watch was definitely a fake Rolex. The man was bringing both legal and… less than legal money to the table so Danny makes a point to pull the guy in and clap him on the back, “do keep in mind, my uncle is Vlad Masters, I’m sure you understand”, and let’s the guy go, finger snapping and finger gunning as he take his leave; the other man looks slightly shocky. Fucking good. Sometimes people would try to pull one over on his parents, mostly due to Jack’s seeming obviousness and innocence, and they’d sometimes try it with Danny too due to him being all young and shit. It didn’t help that his dad feel for it sometimes, even his mom had once or twice due to being excited or too focused on other things. Danny, however, never had, he was way too perceptive and aware of the more unkind side of people (ghost or human) for that; which is probably why his parents wanted him to handle all the deals and clients now. Was it a pain? Yes. Most of the clients were either a little wacky, a little shady, or just painfully normal. But bringing up Vlad, who had a goddamn thirty-ish year reputation for being brutal/vindictive and unscammable in business, usually stopped anyone from even trying to pull one over on Danny.

Vlad definitely didn’t mind, that man liked his more intimidating business reputation, and would absolutely run someone’s business into the ground on Danny’s behalf; at least they got on well these days, so the rich ass wouldn’t ask for much in return.

So anyways, bank time, as he slips in through the slightly squeaky doors with a whistle; thank fuck he was practiced in walking around with casts. Slapping his cheques down on the till and, as is typical of his luck, all Hell breaks loose immediately after.

Doors banging open loudly and men shouting stereotypical bullshit, “ON THE GROUND NOW! THIS IS A ROBBERY! IF YOU DONT WANT TO DIE YOU’LL LISTEN THE HELL UP!”, and fires a few rounds at the ceiling. Don’t these jackasses know that could cause ricochets and shit?

Needless to say everybody drops… except Danny, who, you know, has a fucking cast and thus would reasonably have difficulty with that shit. The chuckle fucks don’t really like that of course, one pointing a gun at an unaffected looking Danny, “ground, now”.

“I don’t know about you guys but I kinda have difficulty laying on the ground with a fucking cast on”.

The guy rolls his eyes under his ski mask, “funny. Ground, I don’t care how difficult it is”.

Danny shrugs and just kinda falls sideways, landing on the ground with a huff and a very loud thump. This? This was not what the armed man expected him to do and he just stands in shock for a beat; Danny’s tempted to knock the man’s feet out and bite him to get some kind of upper hand but… he wasn’t alone in the building and he wasn’t about to risk collateral. so the man with the gun grunts and goes back to the others to watch everyone while giving him some weirded out side-eye.

Cue operation big ass distraction. He is literally wearing a spandex suit filled to the brim with weapons and that’s super fucking durable, a regular ass gun ain’t doing shit and these guys don’t look like they brought ecto-based weaponry or a rocket launcher or an anti-tank rifle… just so long as they don’t shoot him in the fucking head. Granted that won’t really do anything else either but that was because he was already dead, and while that would really make these idiots realise the situation they’re in, that shit being caught on camera would be super bad.

So Danny starts drumming his fingers on his stomach, then moving his arms and legs around like he’s making snow angels, when that doesn’t get mu- oh wait never mind, they’re staring at him and one of the guys mutters, “are you fucking kidding me”. Danny bounces his feet up and down making thumping noises and making his whole body shake; while also trying the gesture to everyone to, like, hide or some shit. At least shimmy away from his ass, ‘cause trying to shimmy away from the guy that’s practically begging to be shot is very reasonable behaviour that the gunmen won’t really question much.

A slightly taller jackass comes over this time, pointing his gun right at Danny’s nose, “I can just kill you now if you feel like being annoying”.

Danny smirks very mockingly, “go ahead, be doing me a favour or two”. And the man eyes how Danny is very clearly entirely unbothered by the gun in his face. “Lookie a kid with a death wish, on your stomach. Now”, and he nudges Danny’s side with his gun barrel; everyone is very much not near Danny now.

Danny does oblige, again he doesn’t actually want to get shot in the face. The taller man backs up and mutters to another, “he might be real trouble, either he doesn’t fear death or he’s made these kinds of rounds before”; his buddy just nods curtly and passes the message along.

Nice. More eyes on Danny. Danny likey. Also he absolutely heard someone managing to hit the panic button; ghost ears for the win. unfortunately said ghost ears are also picking up on the guys doing a solid job breaking into the safe, these guys have done this before.

And then someone other than Danny does something stupid and lunges for one of the men’s guns, Danny wants to call the girl a fucking moron as she gets shot in the foot without any hesitation. Aka, Danny’s hand is solidly forced now since he was no longer their only ‘problem’ meaning playing distraction via erratic behaviour wasn't gonna work now. Whelp. Nothing for it. Taking advantage of the girls distraction to twist his palms under his collar bone and flex his feet so his toes are flat in the ground. Grinning, “a cast might hinder your legs but you know what it doesn’t hinder? Your ankles”, and uses his wrists and toes/ankles to springboard/slingshot himself forward and straight into the nearest asshole's knees.

The guy goes down like a sack of bricks.

Danny snaking his arm around to jab the guy one in the chin, knocking him out easily with a little help from his ghostly strength; then grabbing his shirt and flinging the man at the other men, Danny grabbing the man’s gun too while he’s at it and using the gun as a prop to shove himself back into standing upright.

Danny took issue with killing. Big no to murder. But what he didn’t take issue with was injuries; people don’t die from mild enough injuries, they just hurt like a son of a bitch.

So Danny shoots two guys in their feet, both feet. While everyone else starts panicking and running around; Danny winds up shooting one of the guys in the shoulder -barely- cause he tried to shoot a fleeing old dude. Danny basically gliding over the ground, using the reach of the butt of the gun to deliver knock out neck hits to the two guys he shot in the foot; chuckling the gun at the shoulder shot guy, he’s not super happy with the thunk noise it makes against the fuckers chest but he’s still breathing… just maybe with a cracked rib or two.

Now there’s just the two in the vault and the two in this room with him, both of the later have their guns on him at this point and obviously think he just threw away his weapon based on their definite smirks under their masks.

Danny glances around at the ground like he’s looking for another weapon, one of the men chuckling, “not so cocky now, are we”. Danny looking back up and shrugging, “oh I assure you, I am the perfect amount of cocky”, and suddenly Danny has a bazooka.

The two men’s eyes go wide, Danny taking their shook as a chance to summon out a little laser gun from its ankle slot and promptly laser seals shut the vault; those men can stay there and get picked up by the cops… whenever the cops can manage to get it back open anyways. But for now, bazooka. Danny snickers, “your guy’s luck must really suck to pick the one time to commit robbery at the same time as when an owner of a ground breaking weapons company that even does deals with some… less than public government sectors, will be around doing business”, grin turning mean, “and I’m the owner with the best shot”; the bazooka charging up with a whine. Any remaining hostages are either huddling further in their hiding spots, trying to record this shit, or muttering profanities.

‘Cause yeah, this was definitely a weird ass scene. Three unconscious bank robbers, a ‘wack job’ in a red lab coat plus spandex body suit plus green/purple pants plus blue shoes like he’s from a fucking comic book or something, and two other bank robbers having a gun stand-off with bazooka mad scientist dude. The fact that Danny was grinning like he was having a jolly good time while the robbers looked all serious, really sold it.

Annnnnnnnd then the cops show up.

“EVERYBODY PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! Put your weapons down”. The robbers do as their told instantly while glaring bloody murder at Danny.

Danny, however, actively pouts, “hey, I’m just defusing the situation”. He sounds so serious that even the cops are thrown off and pause, everyone eyeing him.

The shorter robber fucker wheezes, “kid, you’re fucking crazy”.

Danny shrugs, still holding his bazooka, “first off, I’m an adult. Second off, again I have a leg cast so that whole get on the ground thing’s gonna take some time. Third off, Imma Fenton, crazy’s in the genes”, smirking, “or in the spandex jumpsuit, I guess. These definitely aren’t denim”.

One of the cops lowers her gun, “you’re a Fenton”.

Danny takes one hand off the bazooka and points to his face, grinning goofily, “Daniel James Fenton, heir to FentonWorks, at your service”; somewhat slowly lifting up the bazooka to point it at the ceiling instead, all the cops -except the lady cop who spoke up- following him with their guns the entire time.

Tall robber sounds slightly confused, “full name? Are you not concerned a friend of ours will come hunt you down for this”; one of the cops grabbing him and yanking his cuffed ass up very roughly.

“Eh, bigger men with bigger arsenals haven't succeeded yet so I’m not worried”.

Meanwhile, lady cop holsters her gun, waving the others off, “don’t bother with him, Fenton’s are basically exempt from the law”. The other cops looking dumbfounded at her, one even giving her a, “seriously?”.

“Yes, seriously. You three, get that vault open”.

Danny nods, retracting the bazooka, “good call, kinda trapped two fuckers in there with an ankle laser”.

One cop mumbling, “ankle laser? What is this? James Bond?”.

Danny snickers, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you”, then walks over to the lady officer, she looks like she’s in charge here or at least the highest on the peeking order, handing over his FentonWorks id for her to look over and nod at.

She hands it back to him with a, “you Fenton’s are as crazy as I was warned”.

Danny beams happily, “oh this isn’t remotely crazy for me”, glancing around, “actually I think this was the single easiest robbery slash hostage situation I’ve ever been involved with. Glad to see there’s no weird gothic mime clowns or mecha body suits”. Then looking right at the robbers, “by the by? This shit?”, putting a hand to his jumpsuit, “is neck to toe bullet proof and contains well over three hundred different weapons. You were out gunned and out armoured before you even tried. Suck on deez nuts”, and makes a couple of lewd gestures.

Some of the hostages whimper, two laugh, and the other remaining ones just fucking flee. the lady cop eyes Danny, “please try to stick to you own jurisdiction in the future”.

Danny grins giddily before striding back over to where he left his cheques, “now is anyone gonna cash these for me or? They’re not, like, super legal so…”.

One of the two cops that were working on the safe shouting, “are you for real!?!”.

“I verbally and/or visually -take your pick- terrorised some robbers, shot three of them, and held a bunch of cops at bazooka point; questionable money and maybe tax evasion are a moot point at this point”.

A bank teller does actually shakily come over and start doing his cheque for him, “um, uh, thank you?”, her voice is a little squeaky.

Danny gives a little thumbs up, “hey it’s my thing to both disturb and protect the peace, usually from far weirder situations with a lot more collateral damage”. And gives her double-finger guns while the cops finally get the safe open and drag out the two trapped men.

Whelp, this wasn’t his problem anymore and he dealt with what he was required to. Saluting everyone, “whelp, this was fun, thanks for the more mundane combat style break. Got dead people to deal with, if you want to charge me with your therapy bills please don’t, the damages tab is high enough already”, and with that he saunters out.

One of the cops looks to the boss lady cop, “how are we supposed to report this?”.

“Maurice, the second we slap FentonWorks Incident on that report, we could claim we fought the goddamn tooth fairy and the higher-ups wouldn’t question it”.

The other cop just whistles, rather impressed.

---

Danny snags some danishes before flopping down in one of the kitchen chairs, “so guess who shot three people, had a bazooka standoff with the cops, and was in a freaking bank robbery, today?”.

His mom turns away from the stove, she was probably making supper, “are you okay? Didn’t seriously hurt anyone?”. His dad, who’s tinkering with… something, just looks giddy, “that’s my boy”.

Danny snorts, “eh the worst anyone got was maybe a cracked rib, kinda threw a gun kinda hard into his chest”.

Both his parents wincing, his dads the one to ask though, “Fenton kinda hard or normal people kinda hard”.

“Mostly normal”, Danny shrugs, he’s not worried, “and the cops got the guys I sealed in the vault out pretty quick so I doubt they were having issues breathing”, straightening up some, “the deal went fine though, some cash in the account already”.

His dad does a little cheer, while his mom smiles, “that’s good and I’m glad things didn’t get too eventful”.

Danny laughs, “ha! Yeah, someone definitely record some of that shit show though so don’t be too surprised if I’m on the news again”. They shake their heads fondly at that… and yes, Danny was in fact on the news that night from multiple different shaky angles; his outfit definitely was a bit of an eyesore, nice.

End.

Prompt: Danny gets caught in the middle of a bank robbery. Can he diffuse the situation without revealing his powers?

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #danny fenton #guns #hostage situation #bank robbery #fan fic #phan phic #my wtiting #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth