I lovvvvve your cave boy danny and I was wondering if you could make a one shot of 4 ocs I made as danny kids elliena jordan emily and taylor ellina and jordan are basically just dani and dan but with different names so no one think of them as just copies of danny but they also aren’t dani and dan they just share the same background except Dan is also a clone but he’s from evil danny timeline, emily is like the only “normal” kid well as normal as a ghost born kid can be taylor as a clone like elle but not from vlad I’m planning on making it a fic so I can’t tell you who it is but taylor only has Danny DNA and tbh i actually thought about it for quite a while and since danny is bruce counterpart i made danny’s one kids ellina as damian jordan as tim
emily as cass and taylor as duke ellina and jordan are twins and so are emily and taylor and I love angst so ellina jordan emily and taylor are dead and danny is traumatise because they died in front of him oh and danny as also trans man ellina and jordan personality are the same emily is like the angel of the family she wants to be a doctor so she always helps frostbite heal her dad and sibling and even though she’s the youngest she is still treated like the youngest taylor is kinda like cass but as much more talkative and sassy I hope this makes sense and if you don’t want to write it just ignore this it’s okay ( english is my second language so sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes )
Thank you for liking my work! Unfortunately, I don't think I would do your OCs justice. They seem to have a very complex backstory, and I couldn't capture them correctly.
I try to avoid doing others' OCs for this reason, but if you ever do finish writing them, I love to read about their journeys.
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Can we get a rundown of every emotion ever saturday
happiness
exhaustion
stress stress stress
self worth issues
existential dread
burnt out
sad for some reason (?? who even knows)
briefly on the verge of a breakdown (that passed pretty quickly though)
anxious
angry
concerningly apathetic
woah there is hope and joy in the world (i listened to good music)
dread and anxiety and dread and anxiety and
relief from dread and anxiety
dysphoria
oh turns out i needed to eat food and like 90% of these are solved and there is peace on the planet earth
content but subconsciously stressed (overdue assignments)
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This is inspired by this ask! Thank you for letting me use this idea @ceilidho. Also not proofread because it's late and I should really be sleeping
Part 2 here
Butcher!Simon who can't help but get excited, as excited as he can get, when he sees you walking down the sidewalk towards the shop.
You're such an adorable thing, really. Always nervously wringing your fingers when you leave your dog outside. Always polite and soft spoken. He's never seen anyone as pure as you before (even tho he can't know how pure you are but compared to him you are basically a saint).
Your dog is the opposite of you, big and scary with a mean face but utterly whipped for you. It's obvious that you got it for protection and it's intimidatingly well trained. Simon admires the way you handle the animal. He wouldn't mind letting you handle him the same way.
Him and the dog might not be so different, he thinks. Both hardened old men, used to a harsher lifes, that soften for you and would follow your lead every day. Hell, he'd be as well behaved as your dog too if you put a collar and a leash on him and kissed his head the way you kiss your dogs when you leave him outside.
It's a familiar dance at this point, you tie your dog to the pole outside, look into the shop, notice Simon already looking at you and promtly look away at your dog once more.
You draw a few deep breaths, kiss your dogs head (damnit he never thought he'd be jealous of a dog) and Simon can't help but smile behind his mask, utterly enamored.
If only you weren't so intimidated by him. He really wishes he could have a conversation with you but he never gets more out of you than one word answers and a finger pointing at the meat you want.
And fuck, Simon is no conversationalist but he's really trying for you, but you're so damn timid around him. If he doesn't get to hear your pretty voice more he might just lose his damn mind.
So when you open the door, the chime a soft sound in the backround, entirely unfitting for this type of shop, his gruff voice stops you.
"You can bring him in with ya."
"I'm sorry, what?", you ask, confused.
"The dog.", Simon clarifies and you stand there in the open door looking at him like he just told you that he'll be butchering and selling your dog next.
Did he already fuck this up? You seem even more intimidated than usual. The diversion from your routine making your interaction even more tense. He tries to soften his voice when he goes again.
"You can bring your dog inside with ya, if it makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."
Your eyes are big when you meet his. Whether it's because of what he offered or the petname that slipped out, he isn't sure.
"But the sign says only service dogs?", you question genuinely confused.
Simon nearly snorts at your expression, like a deer caught in the headlights and damn him, if he doesn't wanna catch you.
"It's fine, just don't tell the boss. He won't know that it's no service dog as long as you don't rat me out. The boss can't tell a dog from a cat if I'm bein' honest.", he whispers conspiracionally. And then he swears he nearly has a heart attack.
You giggle. You giggle and blush brightly red at the same time, hiding your mouth with your hand and it takes everything in Simon to stop himself from jumping over the counter and pulling that hand away because the glimpse of your smile?! Yeah, he's fucked.
"Maybe next time I'll bring him in with me.", you finally answer. And Simon could die a happy man, finally having had a conversation with you (maybe just a short one but a conversation nontheless) that involves something other than the meat.
He's utterly fucked when you walk up to the counter, still blushing prettily (he didn't know he could make you do that so easily) and softly say your order.
He's utterly fucked when you pay, look at his name tag and say: "Thank you, Simon."
His name in your voice is a sound he will never forget again. He's sure he sounds like a fool when he says: "Have a nice day."
He's even more fucked when you turn around and he watches your cute ass walk out of the shop, giving your dog a treat for being so well behaved.
He nearly faints when you turn around, before walking away, gift him with a smile and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture mindlessly, glad that his mask is hiding the stupid expression he surely is wearing at that moment.
Oh yeah, he needs to catch you. And for that he'll have to prepare dog treats for next time.
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