hello everyone today im here to pitch to you an idea which could revolutionize the deltarune fanon industry: these 4 become friends

“i’ve connected the dots…”

“you haven’t connected shit-”

“i’ve connected them.”

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scarlet players please consider. ai sada leaving time capsules or something where arven can find them in the present to let him know how she was doing. to apologise for everything. to at least attempt to connect with him the only way left after all the tragedy

No thoughts, just Arven and the MC being fucking siblings.

He calls you little buddy and you're the best friend he's ever had and he also thinks you're an annoying little shit who runs headlong into bullshit like it's routine. And it's not like you're any better. You follow him around to unsafe locations just because he asks. And if that means going to area zero because he doesn't want to go alone, so be it! Ride together, die together, baby!

His whole plot routine is finding the herba mystica to heal Mabosstiff, and yet he still leaves enough ingredients left so that you and him get to eat sandwiches afterwards as a little reward; he's like a big brother getting ice-cream after an after-school soccer game. And when Miraidon/Koraidon begs for sandwiches Arven makes some for them as well because you insist that your big lizard dog deserves it and Arven can't argue with the oldest trick in the younger sibling book: pestering.

Also teaming up to defeat a parent is big time family mood. So is comforting your sibling after you both feel bad about it.

You can fight me on this. I will give Arven the family he deserves, and it starts with MC because this boy has so much siblingless-big-brother-of-the-group energy that I refuse to let it go unacknowledged He will be a brother because I say so. Also, look at him. Huggable.

obsessed with how pokemon sv individually introduces these three pals for the player to adventure around with - they all have little quirks and are occasionally sarcastic but overall they’re sweeties who are excited for you and proud of you and say nice things to you and they’re just so lovely - and then they all get thrown together for your big adventure and they become the snarkiest assholes in paldea. they are all absolutely ready to throw hands with eachother and any pokemon they encounter and i think that’s hillarious

"Arven must've been a scrapped love interest for the protag beca-" no. you just have a crush on him. ship yourself with arven, coward. but arven calls florian/juliana "little buddy" which is, you know, the same thing he calls his DOG. the same thing DADS call their SONS. in the original japanese, when talking to you he calls HIMSELF Nii-Sama (big bro). this is the most obvious "older brother figure" character I've seen in a while. he's not in love with the MC. you're just in love with him. bite the bullet and selfship, coward.

Listen I used to be really critical of Isekais and on some level I am, but knowing that they're supposed to be that escapist power fantasy has really opened my eyes to how FUN they are. Like, hate your life? You go to sleep and one day you wake up to realize you're the super OP MC of your world that has everything you could ever want and also a huge cast of characters that are happy to be your friends. You can have a love interest sure, but why when in fact you could have more friends.

Like, I've seen Isekais for all sorts of individuals that get dragged in society for being "loners" and "workaholics" and then they get an entire genre devoted to them where a bunch of extroverts love them and they get to relax every day after that. There's something really charming and sad about it all at once.

Also in many of them, capitalism is eliminated and I can't help but vibe with that on a deeper level.

Phantom accidentally turned Darkseid into a 4 inch long gecko and-not realizing this is an evil god- kidnapped him and is keeping him in an enclosure in his bedroom.

It gives Jazz the creeps but she just chalked it up to the angry scowl the thing always had.

Everyone is looking for Phantom for different reasons but no one knows who he is or where to find him. Darkseid is stuck as a lizard and is trying really hard not to bond with this scrawny 14 year old-and failing.

Aka lizard Darkseid being defeated "power of love and friendship" style. Thats it. Thats the post.

Short DPXDC Prompts #548

Jazz Fenton works as a psychology professor at Gotham University. Everyone whispers and gossips about how close she is to being the next hero or supervillain. New students are never prepared as to how true those rumors actually are.

She knows how to assemble, aim, and fire a gun. She knows how to assemble a variety of guns and gun-adjacent weapons. Sometimes, she seems mildly surprised that not everybody learned how to do so on their parents’ knees, just like they learned how to read.

She knows martial arts. Melee and ranged attacks-- she’s got both handled. (It’s Gotham. The subject has come up.)

Jazz will casually mention the fact that she’s traumatized, both from “the usual things” and an “unusual home-life,” but she never goes into detail. The tidbits that she *has* mentioned about her home-life are... disturbing. The stuff about the kitchen seems improbable, but you probably don’t even want to KNOW what went on in the basement of Jazz Fenton’s childhood home.

(She’s either weirdly intense or weirdly careless about Lab Safety, for related reasons.)

She’s also just... WEIRD.

Jazz Fenton can get very insense. About her studies. About the latest Cause or Important Issue that she’s latched onto. About her meditation routine, and how roommates should NOT INTERRUPT HER MEDITATION because it’s important for maintaining her body/spirit harmony.

One person swears that her eyes glow in the dark when she’s mad. Most people that’s hyperbolic, but she DOES seem to be... built different. Stronger, maybe, more pain-resilient, perhaps.... It would be hard to prove.

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Meanwhile, Jazz Fenton is out here living her best life. Studying hard at college for a bright, bright future. Keeping her parents on an information-diet about where she is, what she’s been up to, etc. Looking out for her baby brother. Meeting new people, making new friends.

Making files on the Gotham Rogues and the Bat Clan, trying to determine where they each fit on the spectrum of “Threats” vs “Potential Allies.”

If they wanted to make a mature Scooby-Doo series literally all they had to do was show how four teenagers and a Great Dane survive travelling and living in a van while doing their usual mystery solving shenanigans.

I’m talking showing scenes of something bumping the van in the middle of the night while they’re sleeping shoulder to shoulder under a single blanket covering everyone. Scooby tumbles across the four of them and insists it was something outside, not him chasing a rabbit in his sleep.

In the mornings the guys wash and dress on one side of the Mystery Machine and the girls on the other. They shout theories over the van, occasionally getting side-lined by debating who’s setting up the gas cooker to make breakfast.

While Fred or Shaggy drives Daphne tests Velma with questions from textbooks so she can stay up to date on schoolwork. Fred always claims they’re students from a nearby city on a road-trip for a school project whenever they’re pulled over by the cops.

Each time they get paid for solving a mystery they stock up on non-perishable food that can be stored in the van (including Scooby Snacks of course!). Then they make a budget plan for stretching their money, fuel and supplies long enough to get to their next paid mystery.

Sex and drugs can be an underlining thing, but it doesn’t need to be a cheap source of humour. While they’re lounging in the back of the van Shaggy could be shown casually rolling a blunt while trying to convince everyone they shouldn’t venture into that abandoned office building the mayor insists is closed for repairs. Fred and Daphne sometimes insist that Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma go search for leads for a few hours while they’d stay at the van and “talk over some trap plans”.

On top of that, if they wanted to go dark mature they could add in backstories of the kids having troubled home lives, hence why there’s no concern for them being essentially homeless and dropping out of school. Also an explanation on why their parents haven’t sicced cops on them to bring them home.

Seriously, in the Scooby-Doo universe this is what constitutes being “mature and a deconstruction” on the typical premise. Not some edgy, holier-than-thou teens wearing Mystery Inc face-paint cracking flat jokes that are only relevant for this specific period in time.

One day I’ll find someone to ramble endlessly about to about my serialised gritty-but-lighthearted gay reboot of Scooby Doo but for now Tumblr will have to do. Please support my genderqueer line cook Shaggy agenda

Anyone looking to make a proper Scooby-Doo adaptation please remember:

Fred is the charismatic face of the group and the strategizer. Later adaptations made him a massive himbo who chugs respect for women juice and those have become necessary parts of his character.

Shaggy is cowardly but also incredibly resourceful; let us not forget his skill at ventriloquism. Make Shaggy the skill monkey, who every episode mentions some weird skill he has that's previously unmentioned; that'd be an amazing running gag. Also, bring back the dry humor Casey Kasem injected into the og character.

Scooby is Shaggy's best friend, the other half to his two-man comedy routine. Independently of Shaggy, Scooby is also prone to be a bit mischievous and just kind of a little scamp. Play up both of those things.

Velma is the smart nerdy one, who also had a really dry sense of humor. I don't know why she was turned into the "I'm surrounded by idiots" character because, while as I stated, she always had a dry sense of humor, she was never mean to her friends and never talked down to them, or anyone else. Bring back the chipper Velma from like Witch's Ghost or Zombie Island. Let Velma be a little cutie pie. Also keep her as a lebian

Daphne was... originally really just "The Girly One" but later adaptations have fleshed her out, like making her essentially the muscle of the group, which is just amazing and should continue. She's also been cast as the oddly resourceful one. Shaggy is the skill monkey, Daphne is the one who has a tool for literally any job. Human Swiss Army Knife, which again, would be an amazing running gag.

Have Shaggy and Daphne bounce off-the-wall ideas for a plan together, Fred steps in to ground them, while still using their ideas, and incorporating Velma's theories about the case.

Make references to Flim Flam and Hot Dog Water

A Scooby-Doo adaptation should not be difficult, and must be done with love.

Short DPXDC Prompts #599

Dash works at the GCPD. It’s been an interesting first few weeks. He can’t quite understand why everyone is so afraid of these rogues that the Bats and the Birds fight.

The other officers in the station just thought Dash’s comments on the matter was just the new guy talking shit. They ate their words when the newbie brought The fucking Joker into the station in handcuffs single-handedly.

Hey guys! As promised, here’s the prompt fill! It’s a short little fellow (only 489 words!) but I think I’m gonna start Prompt Fill Fridays (pretty self explanatory. I’ll save prompts throughout the week and post a prompt fill on Fridays, with the idea that it ranges from 400-1k.) actual prompt fill below the cut!

Short DPXDC Prompts #392

For an English project about the students personal heroes, Sam Manson sends a letter to Dr. Pamela Ivy about her work in botany.

Pamela, touched that a girl is so interested and genuinely appreciative of her work, sends a letter back to the high schooler answering all of her questions and thanking her for the letter.

Timeskip a couple years... Sam didn’t know that her strong and continuous penpal relationship with a notorious Gotham villain would lead to [___] of all things.

Adoption? Apprenticeship? I’m very curious.

Such good takes, but may I propose: Sam wasn't expecting it to result in help.

I- your mind. I wish to pick it apart dude this is incredible.

I love SAM having the murderous overprotective pseudo sibling for once!

Ivy smiled softly, ignoring aloe gathering in her eyes in favor of the three teens sitting on the other side of the glass with their own set of legos. “So how have you all been doing? Sam, I know I’ve read from you, but that obviously isn’t the same, and— Tucker, Danny, how are you two doing? Sam talks about you all the time, but, again, that isn’t the same.”

Sam offers a small, uncharacteristically shy smile as she put together one of the branches for the tree. “I’m doing better; talking to the League’s therapist has been nice.”

Ivy felt herself relax some, but gathered herself, “Boys? How about you?”

They glanced at each other. “Uhh…. It’s been nice getting some help on some of my own stuff,” Tucker offers, “Sam’n Danny do a ton, but, uh… my stuff tends to end up on the back burner sometimes, since it’s a lot more mundane.” His friends look at him worriedly. He notices, and visibly backtracks, but, Ivy notes warmly, it isn’t a verbal backtrack. “No, no, guys— it’s nothing serious, I promise, I would’ve told you if it was—”

“They’re your feelings, Tucker, that makes them serious!”

“Dude, are you skipping sessions? We all agreed that we were going.”

“I think Tucker just means he knew his issues weren’t as immediate or threatening as your own,” Ivy offers, channeling her girlfriend.

“That!” Tucker declares, jabbing a finger in Ivy’s direction.

“HEY!”

Ivy’s head dropped to her hands to try to hide her flush. “…Harley…!”

“HEY…! I’M TALKIN’, LISTEN: YOU THREE ALL PROBABLY HAVE COMPLEX PTSD— IT’S OKAY TO PUSH ASIDE NON-THREATENIN’ PROBLEMS FOR LATER AS LONG AS YOU RECOGNIZE THAT THIS ISN’T THE NORM AND YOU NEED TO DEAL WITH IT AT SOME POINT.”

“…Did Harley Quinn just give us therapy?”

“HEY! THAT IS DOCTOR TO YOU!”

“Did Dr. Quinn just give us therapy?”

“THANK YOU!”

It happened on a Sunday.

Some fool thinks Danny's parents are loaded so they decide to kidnap a Fenton kid. First they kidnap Jazz but she ends up doing an impromptu therapy session and convinces the person on watch to let her go before their comrades even set up a call for ransome. So they grab the youngest kid. But something is off. He's eerily calm. Like the older one was calm too, but she was talkative, trying to establish connections to ensure her own safety. This one just... Stared. He hadn't spoken a single word since they plucked him off the street outside the Nasty Burger. In fact, Craig swore the kid wasn't even breathing sometimes. The first time they tried to make a ransome call the phone was so full of static neither end could hear each other. Kevin thought he heard the wails of the damned through the static, he's now been having nightmares. David, the mastermind has taken to blindfolding the kid, he just keeps staring, never blinking and it's honestly creeping everyone out and lowering morale. Every call they make is static, even ones made to order food.

Until suddenly the fifth attempt at a ransome call isn't static... It's just full on rerouted. Before any of the nappers can speak the Fenton child speaks, it sounds off, hurts their ears and causes almost static in their brains. "Vlad come pick me up."

There is a moment of silence and then a voice causing the same static replies "Okay." And the line goes dead.

Seconds later a terrifying ghost with fangs and red eyes and no mercy appears with a massive drooling ghost dog at his heels. Some violence ensues, though it should be noted the kidnappers surrendered immediately, and the Fenton kid is scooped up and placed on the ghost dogs back. The ghost man, vampire perhaps, turns to the kidnappers battered but not dead, the Fenton child insisted they not die, and speaks once.

"Touch any of the Fenton's and not even he will stop me from creating a few new ghosts."

Message received, message spread throughout every petty crime organisation, every small criminal and even up to some king pins in and closely around Amity Park. The Fenton's were off limits. If you valued your life, never go near them.

Danny reappears at his own front door a totally of 5 days after first being napped to find Maddie and Jack didn't really notice and only Jazz was in hysterics. Stung a bit but at least he didn't have to try and explain how he got loose, because he didn't think he could pull off the same "made them re-evaluate their life through therapy" as Jazz and he definitely couldn't say "got my ghost dog and violent half ghost uncle to beat sense into the underground crime rings of Amity Park".

Dp x Dc prompt (short)1:

Danny learns how to play an instrument and gets a gig at one if the Bats Rouges bar or something. The Bats show up to fight said Rouge and while the rest of Dannys band ran and left he stays playing music. Like the band in titanic did but instead he’s playing some up beat or intense beat to make it sound like their in a fight scene. Better yet if the instrument he learns is the Violin.

W e l p- Here you go Tag gremlins because my brain latched on to this like a leech. Enjoy because I have no earthly idea how to play a violin.

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Danny had been a tad down on his luck for a while now. In his defense, he thought moving to Gotham was a good idea because it’s one of the only other cities with ambient ectoplasm, though that should’ve been a red flag. It was strangely hard for him to get a job, so he was honestly desperate. He was close to his next rent pay, and definitely did not have enough. So, street busking it is. Clockwork was the one who suggested he take up an instrument after seeing how stressed he constantly was, and Dora was the one who helped him with the violin. He wasn’t expecting it to be so soothing, but it truly did help him relax. So when a sketchy guy on the street came up to him while busking and offered him over 400$ to play at the Penguins bar for a night? Who was he to say no! He was practically immortal so it’s not like he could get killed, and the job would pay well! So of course he accepted, packed up his violin and headed to the bar at 7:00pm. Knocking on the back door, he stepped back and waited.

“Who got locked out this time- oh you must be for the band, right?” Someone asked him when they opened the door.

“Oh uh, ya I’m the violin player. I was told to come at 7?” Danny rambled out as he held up his violin case. “Perfect kid, come inside, we have to get you a uniform but that shouldn’t be an issue.” He was quickly ushered into the back, a strange suit shoved into his arms. “Change quick then head to the front with the rest. Your music sheets should be on a stand so you better be good on the spot.” The guy told him before turning around and heading out to the front. Shrugging his shoulders, Danny changed into the penguin(ha) suit that was given to him as he grabbed his violin and headed to the front. There were three other musicians at the front, so he went over to them.

“Oh hey, you the violinist?” A lady who was sitting at a piano asked him. “Uh ya, I’ve never grouped played before so I hope I do ok.” Danny mumbled out as he found a spot to stand.

“Don’t worry bout it kid, just follow the tune and you shouldn’t have to worry. We try to free play for that reason.” A guy clapped him on the shoulder before sitting down on a chair with a saxophone.

“You guys ready?” The last guy asked as he raised a trumpet. A small chorus of yes’s rang out before the piano brought them in. Sure enough, no one followed the sheet music, instead following the lead of the piano in a jazz like tune. Danny was surprised to find he was actually having fun!

The fun lasted thirty minutes before the doors were kicked down and people came down from the roof.

“Crap! It’s a Bat raid!” Someone cried out as the patrons scrambled to leave the bar. “Let’s go kiddo!” The band scrambled to leave, not even grabbing the cases to their instruments as they ran. Danny stood frozen on the stage, confused. If they ran would they get payed? Ya he’s not risking it. Sitting down in a chair with a cheeky grin, he watched to fight as he started to play. He could tell that it was confusing the bats, while the Penguin just looked proud of him for staying. Crashed echoed all around him as he got a brilliant idea, ducking to doge a chair thrown his way as he spun of the stage. With a shit eating grin, he played.

Channeling his inner Star Wars, he played the Creature Cantina song as he danced around the fight, avoiding getting hit himself. He jumped when a Red Hood was thrown past him, looking back to see if the vigilante was ok. “You good dude?” Danny called out as he continued the song.

Red Hood groaned before standing up, turning towards Danny. “I should ask you that dumbass, your the one who shouldn’t be here.” Danny shrugged as he played, not a care in the world on his face. “Kinda broke. This pays well and I can’t risk not getting the full payment.”

Behind them, the Penguin called out, “if you keep playing I’ll double what you were offered!” Danny smiled brightly, looking back at Red Hood. “See? Thats my rent right there!”

Needless to say all the Bats in the building groaned when they realized there was no chance the civilian would leave anytime soon.

Also, violin cover for your ears

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I can't stop thinking about this now. @fandombrainrots you absolute gem. Hope you don't mind me adding to this. Danny does not just play epic music, when playing the violin he can feel the emotions the music gives, so can others around him. Litteraly.

(I am a Lindsay Sterling fan BTW xD)

After finishing the performance at Penguin's bar (and being lectured by batman himself about "safety during rouge fights") Danny had packed up his violin, made his way home, before promptly freaking out.

That felt amazing!!!!! He had never moved or danced when playing before, too focused on learning the cords and notes. but moving, moving had felt amazing. Danny was pretty sure he had accidentally started to channel some of his ghost energy after the second song change.

whether they meant to or not every time a bat managed to match the beat of the song or moved in sync with him durning the crescendo of a song, his core reacted just like it did when he was the one fighting to protect. The Bats seemed to get more amped up as well, though that could just be normal awesome fight music instead of ghostly awesome fight music.

Once he had calmed down a bit, he video called his friends.

"I just can't stop thinking about it!" Danny gushed. "It was like I could literally feel a connection with them! I could feel every time one of them started to move with the beat."

Danny passed for a brief second before grabbing his notebook (space themed) and continued. "Do you guys think it matters what song. Oh, Ancients, I could make a playlist of each of them for the next time!!"

"Why would you be running into them again?" Tucker asked, slightly panicked. "You're not going to back are you?". Danny looked Tucker dead in the eye before replying. "Tucker I made just under $1000 dollars in one night. My broke ass is definitely going back."

Tucker let out an exasperated groan as Danny continued. "Besides, it's not like i am doing anything illegal. A lot of the people who work there are legally employed. Just cause the owner uses his cut to do sketchy shit doesn't mean the workers don't need to make a living."

"Does it have to be a fight" Sam asked ignorning Tucker as he started to smack he head into his desk.

"Like you said that you could feel a connection, and we already know that you can affect other people's emotions if you push really hard. maybe you just need a different medium? Like, if you did like a street performance or something, do you think you could boost the calming effect?"

The "calming effect" was not really a new power, so much as danny didn't know he was doing it. When ghosts get super emotional, they tend to leak that emotion into the area around them. Most ghosts can change this feeling at will. As a half ghost, Danny was not as "intune" with his emotion influencing and was usually stuck on his "base emotion".

Due to his obsession, Danny's aura usually calmed others down even if he hiself was not calm.(Though they did find he could change this if he got really worked up.)

Danny grinned before flipping to a new sheet of paper. "Only one way to find out, help me pick some songs and a stage name".

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@stealingyourbones your Playlists give me life!!!

Ideas for this AU:

-Danny did not come up with his stage name. He picked one, but after he got cheeky and told someone that he was "looking for his muse," people began to call him the muse.

-Danny can influence other with his songs, though it is more like hyping people up or calming them down. Not like ember.

-Ember made a deal with Danny to perform anywhere so long as she doesn't mind control people. She and danny meet up for chaos, and she is thrilled that there is another ghost I to music (famous Rockstar knows gotham's muse??)

-Danny does have play lists for each bat and some rouges. Over time, gothamites get used to hearing certain songs and know that if muse suddenly switches songs, there may be a fight about to go down. If you know the songs well you might be able to tell who is fighting who from far away.

❤

Ted craned his neck around, trying to see all the crazy architecture around him while Jenny steered him down the street.

“I can’t believe you ended up in Gotham.”

She laughed, “It was definitely an adjustment. But Wayne Enterprises pays well and they help with housing.”

“Plus, your mom wouldn’t be caught dead in Gotham,” he smirked.

Jenny beamed brightly, “It’s a nice bonus.”

Ted snickered. “So, where are you taking me? I can see Wayne Tower over there. Weren’t you going to show me your workplace?”

“Just a quick detour, I promise.”

“If you take me to fucking BatBurger, Jenny, I swear…”

“Nothing that horrific, Ted, chill. It’s just… well…”

“Welll….?”

“There’s this musician.” She blurted with a blush.

Ted groaned, “Another one?”

“This one is different!” she protested indignantly.

“Really?” He drawled.

She glared, “He’s amazing. Like, genuinely awe-inspiring. Once, he even played with Ember McLain!”

Ted frowned, “Isn’t Ember McLain dead?”

“In the same way Elvis is dead, sure.”

Ted groaned, “Is this a result of living in Gotham or were you always like this and I just didn’t notice?”

She nodded solemnly, “I’ve always been like this.” Then, she burst into giggles.

“Anyway! His name is Muse and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out he was an actual Greek Muse the dude is so good. When he plays, you get swept along with the melody and your souls transecends to a higher plane and -“

Ted turned around, “Nope.”

She grabbed his arm, “Oh come on. It’ll be quick, promise. And you’ll see when you hear.”

“Fine. A couple songs. Only because you’re my favorite cousin.”

“Don’t say that in front of Alicia,” she grumbled.

“Alicia thinks she’s everyone’s favorite but she’s actually no one’s.”

Jenny spluttered, “Well, yeah. But you’re not supposed to say it out loud!”

Ted snorted but stopped resisting Jenny’s tugging hand.

They were passing through a rather sad-looking park when Ted started to hear music. There was faint clapping and some cheering interwoven with the sound of a violin.

“Oh good, it’s an upbeat day.” Jenny smiled wickedly, “get ready to dance, Teddy.”

Ted squawked a protest, “I didn’t even dance at my own sister’s wedding I’m not dancing in public!”

“You’ll change your tune, soon enough,” she teased.

Ted rolled his eyes but continued following her. They turned one last corner and Ted could see the crowd of people gathered around. There were actually a couple kids dancing while others stood around, singing along.

Suddenly, the music switched from some tweeny pop thing to fucking Metallica.

“Now that’s more like it,” Ted grinned at Jenny.

Jenny did not grin back. Instead, she looked worried. “Change of plan.”

“What? You were so excited about this guy and now that he’s playing a song you don’t like, we’re bailing? Is it just because you know I love this song?”

“Do you love it enough to die for it?” She hissed.

“What the fuck, Jenny?!”

She swung her bag around and started digging through it. “Okay, look. If any Rogues or Bats show up, he’ll play a theme song for them. He stays the whole fight and it’s like battle music. I’ll show you compilation videos later, it’s epic. BUT, ‘Enter Sandman’ is the theme for the god damn Scarecrow. I’m not telling Aunt Linda you got killed for a fucking song.”

She forced a gas mask into his hands, grabbed his shoulder, and shoved. “Run.”

Imma drop this lil sketch right on in here o.o

Addition: Most of Gotham's Rogue's abilities are less effective on, completely useless against, or actually make Danny stronger even without him being almost immortal; and Gotham as a whole isn't sure how to handle "Muse" being unafraid of the Rogues or the Batfam because they genuinely can't really hurt him. Good music though, and even without knowing what songs line up to which Batfam member/ Rogue, the song change is a decent warning to get to a safe distance before they get there. The Batfam has given up on getting him to leave since he doesn't accept any form of help associated with the Wayne family and the Rogues keep offering (and actually paying) him extra to stay. Joker skipped out on payment once, wasn't seen for days the next time he broke out of Arkham, and then reappeared in his cell thoroughly shaken and refusing to tell anyone where he went or what happened, having apparently dropped off the face of the earth before turning up after doing seemingly nothing worth noting. Everyone notices when he actually calls a timeout specifically to stop and hand "Muse" a couple hundred dollars every time they cross paths after the disappearing act and (correctly) assume that it's a bad idea to offer payment if you don't intend to deliver.

Wind whipped and howled around the ravenette, though he paid no mind — his hands worked fast, almost faster than sound itself could keep up with, to play every cord right.

Tonight had started out calmer than most this year; few petty thieves or muggers made themselves known, which ended with a quick beating from Robin. It almost seemed surprising that monstrous plants sprouted form underneath concrete and tar and ripped them from the earth’s surface with ease.

Norman found himself intensely watching the news broadcast from his apartment building, which thankfully was over ten miles away from the outbreak of chaos, but kept mindful of the volume due to his sleeping toddler in the next room. Now evacuated streets were destroyed by man-eating flowers or oversized vines with thorns running up each side. Reminds me of a certain movie, he quipped.

Batman and Robin took to facing an obviously pissed off Poison Ivy, which most people would shudder at the thought of doing.

Music furiously filled his ears, both from the television and outside, even if more of a murmur than an actual song to him judging by how quiet it was from here. Each note the violin hit matched perfectly with how the battle was going, intense and a bit of a rollercoaster — every time Batman was hit played a new tune that interrupted the song, which he honestly thought was merely the Muse making mistakes, but there was no hesitance to continue playing like it never happened.

Norman vaguely could see a tiny speck upon one of the nearby buildings in the distance that was caught by the cameraman, but could understand them not picking up on it — barely he saw it and even then thought it was dust rather than the musician himself.

The music stopped.

Blinking hard at the force back into reality, Norman watched as Ivy was led into batmobile in cuffs.

And, when squinting to search for the speck again, he sees as Muse vanishes into thin air. Literally.

Man, he really needed to cut down on the coffee. He was starting to see things again.

Short DPXDC Prompts #489

Johnny 13 and Dash as Roommates in Gotham. 

Johnny is using a human disguise and trying to experience a part of life he missed out on. Dash immediately clocks him as That Ghost From Home With The Bike but since they don't seem to be causing trouble, he doesn't snitch.

I want to continue this thought but I've got the dentist first.

Okay I'm back

Johnny is still dating Kitty, it's just through long distance. His shadow stayed with him, not like he could just walk around without a shadow. He and Kitty have gotten on good terms with Phantom through only coming out for a friendly brawl every now and then.

Then Phantom hears about something called a "Lazarus Pit" in a town called Gotham. He'd investigate himself but he's bogged down with high school, his family, the ghosts invading town, etc. So he needs to send someone else to investigate long term, because it's not as simple as "fly above the town until you feel a tug on your core" type deal. Due to the utter cluster fuck of chemicals, curses, and other hazardous materials, picking out any single "tug" on Danny's core is impossible.

Plus, I imagine the League of Assassins have stuff in place to protect the pit from being found by magical beings. Specifically, Living magical beings. Since Danny is still half alive, he still counts. Wanna know what doesn't count?

Regular ghosts.

If no one else is going to continue this prompt, then I will!

Here's some more bullet points that I thought of

I can't think of a cohesive plot at the moment, but here's the broad strokes

may i add a small thing

when johnny does end up dinding the lazerus pits he kinda just, absorbs it like normal ectoplasm to get rid of it. only issue is is that since its corrupted ectoplasim its like drinking muddy water, not good on ones health

so therein as hes sickly walking back to the apartment (because he thinks he will vomit if he flies) He meets Jason as hes heading home and deleiriously johnny like

"Heeeeyyyy ghost buddy."

Jason has no idea who johnny is but johnny has stalked the batfam enough to basically know the dude.

Jason is like

"Who the hell are you."

but as Jason is talking johnny is like

"can't talk, gotta vomit!"

and races aroud the corner, and when jason looks, no one is tthere.

When Jonny is back at his apartment, dash is kinda baffled how much of a stupid plan that was. Johnny is forced to vomit into a trash bag (because they cant get ectoplasm into the sewers, you already know what happens to ecto infused food, dont wanna risk an ecto infused sludge monster or maybe you do, you do you boo) as dash is forced to call danny (phantom, because he dont know secret ya know?) to ask what to do with the guy who decided to basically drink a lake of garbage.

thats it, dumb shananigans

Love this idea! Lol, poor Johnny, just doing what he thinks needs to be done and suffering for it!