danny's 'the most guy who can't leave well enough alone' ever

let me be delusional. let me believe that annabeth heeded percy's advice at the end of the summer and went to virginia, only to realize that in the five years she's been away, her father hasn't changed. let me believe that annabeth ran away from home once again, intending to live at chb until she's old enough to live on her own. let me believe that during the boat ride she and percy go on later that year in the SOM, annabeth admits that she's been staying at camp since a few weeks after the summer ended. let me believe that after the quest, percy offers annabeth his living room couch in case she ever gets tired of being at camp all the time. let me believe that annabeth takes him up on the offer one night and sally does her best to make her feel welcome. let me believe that annabeth starts visiting the jackson residence more often, so often that she has extra pairs of clothes and a toothbrush over there. let me believe that when annabeth falls off the cliff and gets held hostage in TTC, all she wants to do is go home, and for the first time, 'home' stops meaning the sixth cabin in a bordered-off summer camp, or a thirty-minute nap in an abandoned alleyway - it starts to mean a certain apartment in manhattan with blue chocolate chip cookies and the occasional movie nights on the living room couch. let me believe that after TTC, sally sits annabeth down at the kitchen table and asks if she feels comfortable with her filing for guardianship. let me believe that a few weeks later, annabeth is sitting in a court room, squeezing percy's hand as they watch sally fight for custody over her. let me believe that as soon as the judge grants sally guardianship, annabeth cries into percy's shoulder because after years of running, she's finally found a family that chooses her.

post-totk Link, having just fought his second iteration of Ganon, wandering the tunnels beneath Hyrule Castle banging two sticks together yelling "if there's a third Ganon hiding under this castle you legally have to tell me"

New City, New Name, Who the Fuck is This?

When Danny had been forced to ditch his dimension, life, name, and home, he'd set his sights on a place so far removed from what he was used to, and a name he was so far removed from, that he would never be reminded of what he left behind.

With Clockwork's help, he constructed a fake Identity, got himself a decent three bedroom apartment, and settled into Gotham. Sure it was a shit hole, a terrible place full of terrible people, but it was so infested with crime that fulfilling his obsession could be easily achieved without ever going ghost.

So he settled in, laid back, and used his first few months to enjoy his new life and adjust. With his coffers as High King, he doesn't have to work, he just fashioned himself an ID as a trust fund baby and moved forward.

Then he gets a knock on his door.

It's Child Protective Services.

They're looking for Eddie Daniel Drake, his new identity. Apparently, his nephews last living parent died and Eddie was listed as the next in line to get the kid.

Problem

This is a fake Identity.

He doesn't have a brother who recently died, and he certainly doesn't have a nephew.

Which means that someone falsified documents, and the're trying to get to the kid.

So.

Shit.

Danny has a kid now.

And given how weirdly attached Bruce Wayne is, and how connected that guy is, he's kinda starting to think that maybe Mr. Wayne has something to do with the falsified documents.

Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them?”

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it’s strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.

But why did Fenton look like that?

@p0ssym1lker -created this prompt it made me laugh and has been in my screenshots waiting for me to draw it so ✨✨✨.

-Also my understanding of how to use Tumblr is so small is it actually kind of pathetic. I spent most of my time with this account surfing so 💅😅👌.

Radioactive Hero (but not really) au

Danny moves to Gotham, hear him out! There's really good jobs there that pay through the nose and the cost of living is cheap!

Plus, the city is riddled with heroes and vilains! It's so easy to slip under the radar!

Unfortunately, there are so many civilian casualties. Like, all the time. Even in Metropolis!

So Danny, for his first year in Gotham, opens small portals to the Far Frozen and gets schooled on being a field medic. None of his powers can really be used for healing, but they can make people feel better. He just has to be careful to be as far removed from the Phantom moniker as possible, so he can't use any obvious powers.

He gets a bit of a reputation in Gotham; a small time hero of the people, for the people. A hero not invested in fighting, but in dragging civilians away from the danger. He doesn't even have a moniker; people are too busy arguing over the best one for him.

So while aliens are attacking both Metropolis and Gotham, Danny is out in full kit; a gas mask to hide his face, all black, repurposed kevlar from the vests the GCPD did not properly dispose of, no identifying markers.

But one of the clean up crews notices something insanely worrying; the geiger counter they have to point at alien spaceship parts? Yeah. Yeah, it's going off when they point it at the new small-time hero.

That hero's power is radioactivity. Holy shit. It's not at a level that will hurt people, but when he's dodging through fighting the level goes up.

The clean up crew concludes and shares via Twitter that the medic-hero is only a danger to others if he gets too stressed.

Word spreads fast, and pretty soon the absolute second Danny shows up on a scene, all fighting stops.

After all, no one wants to piss off the living Nuclear Bomb.

Basically, Danny's ghost-everything sets off Geiger counters, and now absolutely everyone is convinced that the medic-themed hero only refuses to fight because his meta power is just...being radioactive.

But he isn't.

So now, because it's the perfect cover and completely disassociated from Phantom, he has to play along and pretend like yes; that is his power.

Ok. But. Imagine Dick had that idea. He signed every single thing for school himself.

Then he left and Jason got adopted. Dick didn't want any of the teachers to catch on when "Bruce's" signature suddenly changes. (Because Dick was like 8, so he didn't copy Bruce's signature at all, just signed his name a particular way and stuck with it because changing it would cause issues and it was still working) So Dick goes to Jason and tells him all about it... and proceeds to sign everything for Jason with Bruce's name too. Eventually teaching him to forge it himself etc. (But it's still that fake-ass signature that Dick came up with at 8)

And then comes Tim. Who doesn't want to bother Bruce anyway so when Dick offers to teach him the signature? He's delighted.

Finally. Damian. Dick is his guardian. So Dick signs. (His own name.) And with all the Bruce is dead/battle for the cowl/Bruce is alive-drama going on he honestly... just kinda forgets about the signature.

Until. Damian mentions in passing that Bruce signed the field trip permission slip he turned in.

All the blood leaves Dick's face. A ruse they kept going for almost twenty goddamn years. Ruined. And they're about to be caught. Because his Bruce signature? Pretty damn far from the original.

Bruce gets called by the school. He gets toled Damian tried to forge his signature. He's confused. He did sign that. But he decides to investigate first. Bruce asks the teacher if he can see some samples of the different signatures.

At the school Bruce realises what a dumbass he is never having questioned that he didn't need to sign anything for any of his kids.

He tells the teacher he'll talk to Damian, but he still has permission to go on the field trip.

At home.... Bruce tries to learn his own fake signature.

(Sorry for hijacking your quote)

When Klaus is asked if his brother is there and he looks to side and laughs and says they’re gonna have to be more specific? That scene is so funny to me. Ben is just laying there on the bed and winks and Hazel and Cha Cha have NO clue. It’s hilarious.

Also when Klaus was using his powers to talk to all the people Hazel and Cha Cha killed and Ben tells him he did a good job, in the background a few moments later Ben high fives a ghost beside him. I also found that to be really funny.

Not Superman's clone AU

When Lex took Clark's DNA to make a clone, none of his scientists could make it work.

Failure after failure after failure, until finally one of them went to an old lab they used to work at. It had been falling into ruin, mostly empty due to layoffs. The government agency that had been in charge of it had been long disbanded w/ the meta protections that had been signed into law.

So it was rather easy to get in; no one had bothered to cancel this scientists credentials.

There was a specimen, permanently asleep thanks to layers upon layers of security; the first metahumans ever recorded.

Phantom, Plasmius, and Phantasm.

Can you even imagine how shocked every other hero on the team would be? They've just pulled this guy out of storage. He has no idea what's going on. And he just goea, an you sure. makes sense!

The amount of looks Superman would get after that. Like Phantom never even questioned it! Phantom was frozen decades ago!

I bet other hero kids come up to him calling him Dad when pissed at their mentor. And Phantom just rolls his eyes.

"Kids, you have a new sibling for a few days!"

Ellie is beyond thrilled! She has a whole sibling now! She can teach him so much! Connor has never been so coddled and loved. And Danny and Ellie aim to make sure he feels loved every day!

Plus who big sister is also a clone. Ellie takes him off for talks about finding himself. How to feel like an individual. How to have hobbies outside of hero work.

And when Connor finally asks him an important question and gets the best response? so many fears.

Connor: Why aren't you angry?

Danny: Kiddo I am. But not at you. You didn't ask to be made. Why would I be angry at you?

Family Recognizes Family.

Cw: Past Human Experimentation, mentions of said human experimention Mentions of Neglect and incidental emotional abuse, Fanon Superman treatment of Superboy (past)

Our Halfas are technically at this point several hundred years frozen. The Scientist who took Phantom's DNA was part of a tiny government team that goes in once a year to maintain the facility and keep the three subjects contained. PH11 Plasmius: 58 Looks early forties still PH13 Phantom: 34 Looks early-mid twenties PH12 Phantasm: 18 Looks in her mid-late teens

I think it makes everything more fun if there's no record of names for them, and they are only referred to by Subject Designation. and by Fun I mean Ow.

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It had taken months to force the governments hands on the issue. They had been adamant there was no cover up, there was no underground bunker lab, and they had no idea about the documents that had been released. Attempts to save face and ease public concerns.

Finally, there was a break through and the hackers of the League had located the site. Connor hadn't expected it to be in the middle of nowhere America under a cornfield. In hindsight, maybe he should have.

He, along with his friends, busted down the doors and searched the place. Red Robin had mobilized them the instant he had a location, and the teens were on sight before the adult heroes had even made it to a vehicle.

Kon was reminded once more of the many reasons they all would willingly join Evil!Tim in those shitty timelines.

Holy fuuuuuck, omni, this was so fucking gooooood!

Family Recognizes Family.

Part 2: Expansion Pack.

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Due to. Overwhelming delight in response to this I am adding more. and also because I have like 100k fic work of this au in my head and an excuse to slap down so much lore and twists on the table

Superman is going to show up again some point, but for now he's being kept away from the Phantom's and Conner. the JLA do not know the extent of Kal-El's indifference to Conner, or how verbally hostile it could get. The Young Just Us crew are aware and only haven't retaliated at Conner's insistence. Even they don't know the full devastation of when Conner learned Kal-El only gave him a Kryptonian name to keep his own appearances of 'accepting' him.

Also, I want you all to know vilifying Clark hurts me deeply, but I support Fandom wrongs sometimes, and he's easy to make the primary source of friction to move the narrative.

Also, I apparently used the spelling of Connor Hawke’s name in the previous post and lemme say, disappointed but not surprised.

The popped collars <3 discowing and og booster gold my sweeties

Spider-verse was such a visual treat!! I’ve never felt so visually stimulated in the cinema! Here’s me dropping a fan art for this stunning film!

The Creative Act of Listening to a Talking Frog

Kermit the Frog gives a talk on creativity and creative risk-taking

did a puppet just fucking give some of the best advice ever.

I hope you heard this in Kermit’s voice, just like I did.

Dan, reformed after three millennia in an isolated time pocket and lots of therapy, decides to try being a hero again.

Only, he's not very good at it. He looks fucking terrifying, and when people see him they tend to run towards the actual danger to get away.

So he's hanging out, invisible, on a random cities rooftop, when a pair of kid vigilantes plop down and start complaining how their mentors don't trust them ecause they haven't had any real combat experience. But to get experience, they need to be out there!

So while these teenagers plan something monumentally stupid, Dan realizes he has a unique opportunity.

Dan becomes a training villain.

A villain that specifically is meant to test kid vigilantes.

He does stupid, petty villain shit and the adult heroes quickly realize that this villain, instead of hurting their kid sidekicks, is teaching them between blows.

Dan's powers are nothing to sneeze at, so a kid vigilante holding their own against him for at least four minutes is considered impressive.

But he never, ever, hurts the kids.

There was an incident where another villain hurt a kid in front of Dan.

No one knows where that villain is.

Imagine Clark tracking him down to ask why.

Clark: Why are you doing this?

Dan: Too scary to be a hero. And the Kiddos need experience. Figured I could help that way. Plus I can take out all sorts of corrupt businesses this way!

Clark: ... You've even been leaving them the proof of wrong doing for w when they 'win' hadn't you?

Dan: Yup!

Clark: The kids are going to realise eventually.

Dan: Yeah. Probably about the time they have enough experience to 'graduate' to real fights.

Uhhh au where Merlin glamours aithusa in to a big white dog that he just has now. He convinces Arthur to let him keep it bc it’s “stupid luck won’t keep the bandits from clobbering me over the head forever y’know” which accidentally touches on a secret fear of that exact thing happening that Arthur complies easier than expected.

It maaaay be a bit difficult to explain why the dog occasionally coughs up soot but like,, don worry bout it

Aithusa is the biggest welsh sheepdog Arthur has EVER SEEN like she’s l a r g e. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen one that completely white and wonders how exactly Merlin of all people stumbled upon such a beauty.

The knights have been on a few excursions with her and by gods does she do her job well. During one of the extraordinarily frequent bandit attacks they witnessed this dog absolutely BODY a guy and maul his sword hand to shreds, blood dripping from her muzzle onto her white fur she truly looked like a beast. Merlin made a good effort in cleaning it off- admonishing her for messy habits n whatnot

During mealtimes she targets the weaker willed knights and bullies them into surrendering their scraps. Lancelot in particular seems to have an enduring softness for her, letting her yoink larger portions of his meat directly from his plate. She seriously seems to eat several times her weight in stolen treats it’s a problem.

This dog is FAR TOO COMFORTABLE NEAR FLAMES. poor Gwen almost had a heartattck seeing her stick her face DIRECTLY INTO THE FIREPLACE OH MY GOODNESS Gwen is frantically patting Aithusa’s face with a damp cloth hiding the soot stains from Merlin

Merlin holding up Aithusia: this is my daughter

Arthur: where the hell did you get that

Merlin: hatched her out of n egg.

Arthur: gods, fine- don’t tell me. I feel like I don’t want to know anyways.

@ln-ofx lol

KEN Things Ryan Gosling Can't Live Without | GQ

yes Luke teaming up with Kronos was like Supreme Stupid™ but his whole “the Gods are terrible parents and we’re just playthings for them and they only make false promises and the only way we can be free (from them) is to upheave the whole system” stance has literally been reaffirmed again and again by the works following the original pjo series so like yeah????? Luke was low key right??

# 71 Dc x Dp

Damian was told not to come back from the mall with any animals he doesn't instead he comes home with a toddler dressed up as a cat

Dick: What you got there buddy?

Damian: Are you blind Richard? You can clearly see it is a small child.

Tim: He means, why do you have a small child?

Danny: He promised me food!

Tim: Well, that answers why you came with him yes. Not why he picked you up?

Damian: He was alone and covered in Alley filth. I took him to get cleaned and into some new clothes. Then I thought Father could help.

Dick: .... It's genetic! Holy fuck!

Damian: Do not swear in front of the baby!

Danny: What's fuck?

Alfred: Master Dick. You will be helping me wash the dishes this evening. Hello young on. It is a word you should not say.

Danny: Oh! Like bas-tord?

Alfred: Just so. In an alley you say Master Damian? Then he is probably hungry. I shall go prepare something for him.

Tim has snapped a photo and sent it to the group chat.

SleepDeprived: :sent image: Damian came home with a baby.

.... People are typing.

Tim: So! I can guarantee most everyone will be here soon!

I just love this cute family!! *Sniffles* gotta keep the memory of dragons alive you know…