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deluweil · 2 days

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Here's the thing, I have nothing against Lou/Tommy, but the accessive enthusiasm of him returning and everyone already talking about him showing up for next season,

Which if any of you watched for the last 7 seasons, it is very possible because writers love to drag temps over to the next seasons because apparently breakups are for season beginners, mostly (except for taylor),

is very off-putting.

1. Because the dude literally just showed up and they haven't even had one worthy make out session to even call it a situationship.

2. Buck hurt Eddie physically to get into Tommy's mouth and pants, which ruined it for me from the start tbh and Tommy had nothing to do with it, he was just there.

3. Buck has made Maddie's day, his coming out party - that is a big NO in my book. Because one, dude you literally came out, what if you decide eventually that you don't want this or don't want this with this specific first-guy-ever anymore? And two SHE IS YOUR SISTER THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS HAVE HER LEAVE ON HER HONEYMOON BEFORE YOU KILL YOUR PARENTS OF A HEART- ATTACK.

Even if they "seem accepting" to Buck’s face, this takes time to process, something better revealed in time and in private, once one is sure. Not thinking and talking about this the whole wedding!

And yes, I know, Buck is impulsive, but think for a second, would you want your baby brother to hijacke your wedding after so long of planning it? I know I would have killed him.

Would have told him in advance that if he's bringing his new boyfriend to my wedding, he better tell our parents first. Because this is my fucking day!

I love Buck, but his self-centered personality rubs me the wrong way this season.

Maybe because I wanted to see him growing the fuck up after 7 years and so many traumas and experiences and therapy that he went through, but nope, same old Buck, only instead of the dating the girl who gave him attention, he's seeing the guy who gave him attention.

It's annoying, it's off putting and frankly I am so mad at the writers and Tim for this because these characters deserved better.

And don't talk to me about representation because Shonda did the bi representation in Station 19 perfectly to the point that I was bummed that Travis and Eli didn't end up as endgame even though I loved Emmett with Travis.

Again somehow the 911 writers managed to taint for me what should have been and amazing experience, independent completely of buddie, but no they managed to not only mix Eddie and Buck with Tommy, the whole thing came at the expense of Eddie, physically and mentally, because not only did Buck not apologized to Eddie, Eddie also lost his new friend who now fawns over Buck.

So screw this storyline, I hate it and I hate how everyone is OK with everything that happened in the story, just because Buck is doing a dude(kissing really, there was no doing yet).

There's a lot of blocking in my future, most are just ppl who either came in now because of bi Buck or those who came from other disappointing fandoms and are just here for the rep not the actual story.

But some of us have been here since S1, we want the rep, but we want it to be complimenting, we want to fall in love with the character before it turns into a LI, we want the emotion, the connection, the obvious love building over several years.

Like Casey and Gabby and Severide and Stella, like Maya and Carina, like Travis and Emmett (even though I liked Eli better for him) like Sullivan and Natasha.

I want an emotional payout, give up the surprises, and the wrecked trucks and ships, just tell a good story!

And for the love of all that's holy, enough with the last-minute changes, those never turn out well in the long run. They literally started from scratch when they made the switch between Eddie and Buck.

Also in my opinion, Eddie had a LOT more chemistry with Lou/Tommy than Buck. It would have made so much more sense, in the catholic guilt and internal homophobia department, the nun and supposedly commitment issues was weak at best.

It could have been epic. 😩

And yes, Buck could have started the season single, no harm in that, maybe make him, I don't know, actually growing into something that he would like without someone else to pet his ego? Go back to therapy, work for the LT. exams, be interim captain, realize his worth and learn to love himself for him, not because someone else gave him attention and that made him preen, get him somewhere worthy. Even lessons with Tommy without involving Eddie in this would have been great.

Just something that shows character development, because up until now all I get is S2/S3 Buck and I've seen that movie before, I want my money back.

I realize this is harsh, and normally, I would stick to the light and fun and ignore the rest, but this had to be said out loud so I can go back to that.

That being said, as I said, I will watch Madney wedding purely for Madney. Anything else is just a bonus. I can't wait for that bachelor party and see wth happens to Chimney.

Happy Monday, my loves. ❤️

#venting #so done with all the bucktommy fawning #i like tommy but ppl you made him into some god he's not #he's just gay and hot for evan #not about buddie #but i am mad on eddie behalf #and that's before we even know what happened at that bachelor party #evan please for the love of god grow the fuck up #fuck who you want it will be hot I'm sure but fucking grow up #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #coming out party #911 spoilers #911 speculation #madney #I'm starting the let the buck grow up movement join me #911 abc

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lilpuffyart · 17 days

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MV human characters who were badly used but had such an interesting idea around them, I love you (looks at the KOTM and GvsK crew)

#puffy talks #this is mostly around kotm crew tbh #speciallyyyyy the Russell family #god i could go a whole essay about them #i looove that emma is implied to be that type of mother who seems so sweet and kind but actually is very manipulative and gaslit (?) you #into believing in her narrative #to the ppint that #if you were to bring it up people wouldnt understand your poiny bc 'but she was so nice wtf do u mean'#both mark AND emma had a huge ass issue with seeming to ignore that yes Andrew was dead but their daughter was ALIVR and she NEEDED thrm #and then maddies trauma over everything that happened #god i wish they went forward with the russells and their connection to godzilla #i would imagine Madison would probably take goji and studying the titans as escapism #abd thats why i have my godzilla au <3333 #their relationship (goji and madison and mark) are very important to my au #mostly bc of gojis issues with humans and maddie being one of the first in a long time hes comfortable with and in a way that changes how he #sees humans as a whole #i have a comic for that #but godddd time short #gonna try to finish this one with god #*godzilla and maddie so i can work on that other one

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lizzieheartsfanclub · 9 months

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The most effective thing about Ever After High is that every student has their own personal struggle that adds another element to just how life-ruining the destiny system is.

Apple is so terrified of what will happen to her if she doesn’t follow her destiny, that she is willing to compromise everyone else’s happiness to make sure it happens. This disregard for other people is only encouraged by the influential adults in her life.

Ashlynn has to be a servant to an abusive family and live knowing that the ultimate end to her supposedly happy ending is dying to set the stage for her daughters traumatic backstory, starting the whole cycle over again with no chance for any of them to escape.

Blondie feels so pressured to fit in to a deeply classist/monarchist society and ashamed of her parentage that she constantly presents a fake version of herself to everyone she knows, even her best friends.

Briar has to spend her whole life waiting for the moment her destiny comes and she falls asleep for a century. She knows that when she’s woken up, she will be forced to marry a boy dozens of years younger than her who she’s never met and live knowing that everyone she ever loved is dead and gone, the very things that she watched cause her mother’s emotional breakdown.

Cedar’s father was so afraid of watching her repeat his mistakes that he overcorrected, making it impossible for her to ever learn lessons for herself. She is also forced to share incredibly personal details with anyone who asks her questions, and can’t be trusted by her friends with any of their secrets, and it’s all because of her father’s past trauma.

Cerise has to hide who she truly is and never gets to see her family together and happy despite the fact that her parents have potentially the most healthy and mutually beneficial marriage in the whole franchise.

Daring was groomed from birth for a destiny that ends up not actually being his at all, leaving him aimless, feeling as though he has no purpose and has wasted his entire life.

Darling is forbidden by patriarchy and destiny to become a knight, the only thing she really wants, and at which she would be better than both of her brothers. She has to hide who she is and what she loves from everyone she knows

Dexter lived his whole life never knowing what his destiny would be but also knowing that whatever it was he’d have to commit to it forever the moment he discovered it at Legacy Day.

Duchess has spent her whole life knowing that the story she’s commited to living out ends in tragedy for her, and then had to watch the very people she’s been jealous of for years because of their seemingly happy endings give up those endings, while Duchess, loyal and rule following Duchess, is still stuck with her tragedy.

Faybelle tries so hard to commit to what she sees at her destiny that she’s never had a real friend in her life. Even still, no one recognizes her for all that effort and all she’s given up to be a suitable villain. Everyone is more afraid of Raven, who doesn’t even want to be evil.

Hunter has to constantly go against his moral compass to fulfill his destined role as a Huntsman and to try and make his father proud of him.

Kitty has been taught over and over again to value her Mother’s approval over all else, even at the expense of her friends. Her destiny is to create mischief, but how much more mischief can a dissolving world take before it’s too much?

Lizzie finds it almost impossible to express love or care for anyone else due to her mothers excessive conditioning that’s nearly akin to brainwashing. The saddest thing might be that her mother is actually, in her own way, trying her best to prepare Lizzie for a world that will only ever see her one way—as a villain. Now she lives in Ever After, princess to a kingdom that might not even exist for much longer, having given up everything for a destiny that may soon be impossible.

Maddie is a refugee forced from her home into a world she barely understands at a tender age. But she cannot express any angst or negative feelings about this circumstance, because to do so would go against her character. She lives in a world obsessed with destiny and stories while not even knowing if she’ll ever be able to return home and live out her story.

Raven is judged by almost everyone around her for her mothers crimes, many of which were required of her by destiny in the first place. She is nearly forced to commit to becoming a tyrannical megalomaniac (and almost falls into it herself, several times) who would be sentenced to lifelong punishment and torture for committing acts that weren’t even her idea in the first place, and the one punishing her would have been the very girl who begged so often for her to stop being so difficult and just follow her destiny.

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halfagone · 7 months

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Is Good Parents Maddie and Jack Fenton even possible?

Specifically, would they be able to change their mindset after over twenty years of bigotry and scientific curiosity?

If they saw their human son turn into Phantom, would they still think of him as their kid? Would they love him, accept him and support him?

I, personally, can't see the canon reveals as anything but a kid friendly compromise of giving the viewers the satisfaction of a reveal and keeping the status quo of the light-hearted show going.

But with everything the Fenton parents did, said, and invented... is it possible for them to turn their backs on their research and start from scratch? To admit that they were wrong after decades of being called quacks, crazy and idiots?

The only thing they were right about was the existence of ghosts, but now they endangered the whole world by building their portal that half-killed their son and traumatised millions of people.

So. Is it possible to write a Good Parents Jack and Maddie fic that doesn't shy away from all the awful things they did and how would you go about it?

Thank you for your time!

The short answer: Technically? Yes. Realistically? Probably not.

The long answer: Everyone is capable of change but not everyone will. For all intents and purposes, they are capable of growing as people and learning to recognize their mistakes and biases and leaving those behind... It just likely wouldn't be a simple flick of a switch. At the same time there is reason to believe that the Fentons wouldn't change their minds.

You said it yourself, over twenty years they've acted like this and so logically you would begin to assume that's just how they've always been and always will be. That shows this goes far beyond their parenting style and skills, and has everything to do with who they are as people.

(Buckle up, this one's a long post.)

We don't actually know all that much about the Fenton parents in canon. We don't see any grandparents or relatives other than Aunt Alicia. Although we have headcanons as a fandom that Jack and Maddie have ghost-related trauma, or it's a family tradition from the Fenton side with Jack Fentonightingale, to explain why they've always been like this, that is still no canon confirmation. (Fentonightingale was a witch hunter, not a ghost hunter after all.)

As far as we are aware, for one reason or another, one day Jack and Maddie started to believe ghosts were real and not just real but malicious. I may not be a scientist by career but even I can tell you they've failed in their duties as scientists the moment they chose their hypotheses over the evidence. That is literally something they teach you in high school science class; you ask a question and then research for evidence supporting that question. (Otherwise known as the "if... then" statement.)

Sometimes that means your first assumption was incorrect, but the evidence cannot be changed. So to me, the Fenton parents aren't ghost scientists, they're ghost hunters and those implications have connotations all of their own. And those connotations reflect poorly on them. And this isn't even to mention their general lack of workplace safety.

When we look at their friendships- they have no friends. They had Vlad in college, but they fucked up that relationship and don't even seem too broken up about it. They hadn't spoken to each other in twenty years until the reunion, and they obviously knew he'd made something of himself; Jazz recognized his name from Billionaire of the Year I think the magazine was supposed to be or something.

When Jack explains what happened to Vlad in "Bitter Reunions", he literally mentions how he thinks Vlad has forgiven him now. So obviously he acknowledges that what happened between them was due an apology.

Do you know something that's noticeably absent? A single apology from either Jack or Maddie. Yes, Jack might be more at fault in his accident, but Maddie ignored him for twenty years too. Vlad can talk whatever crap he'd like about Jack, but Maddie is just as culpable in his 'abandonment' as her husband is. We have proof from "Masters of All Time" that Maddie isn't afraid to go behind her husband's back and do what she wants. If she truly cared about him, she would have made an effort and she never did.

But of course, now we have to talk about them as parents. That's where things get... a lot more complicated.

In "Maternal Instincts" at one point Maddie is shown carrying Danny piggy-back style. It's never explained, it's not played off as a joke. Danny isn't injured and neither is he faking an injury. It's literally just something Maddie did, probably with the idea that she's taking care of and protecting him. And Danny isn't embarrassed by it at all, even when he's been shown to be ashamed of some of his parents' other antics.

In "Girls Night Out", Jack takes Danny fishing as a father-son bonding activity. And I mean that literally, he got the idea from a book called 'Father/Son Relationships For Stupids!'. That might imply that he's a bad parent but that also goes to prove that he's aware of his shortcomings as a father and is genuinely trying to do more for his son. Not everyone comes to parenthood naturally, so for Jack to actively search for advice- even if it comes from a book- says that he wants to do this parent thing.

But in my opinion, the episode that best reveals how the Fentons function as a family is "The Fenton Menace" (and no, that's not just because my blog description references it lol). In that episode, we see Jazz's failings as a supportive sister almost from the very start; in her opening narration, she talks about how she knows his secret and yet when he insists through and through that he sees a ghost, she still thinks she knows better/otherwise. We also get a touching moment where Maddie talks about spending quality time with the people you love (which is a line almost word for word from the show, by the way).

However, there are two things that stand out the most from this episode. This is the episode where we get the line: "Whether it's air, land, or sea I won't stop until we capture a ghost and tear it apart. Molecule by molecule." In response to this, Danny gets visibly upset. It is probably one of the most damning pieces of evidence in the entire series that his parents' behavior genuinely bothered him. He makes jokes about them shooting or experimenting on him, but humor can and often is used as a coping mechanism. After that quote? Danny didn't try to hide his reaction until later on when Jazz asked him. And even then he dismisses it with a quip.

The second thing from this episode also so happens to feed into my main point for this entire argument: This is the episode where Jack and Maddie attempt to 'spin the crazy' out of Danny. That kind of behavior is something you'd find in places like Arkham Asylum, which is notorious for their inhumane treatment of its patients. Decidedly not something you expect to see from supposedly loving parents. That absolutely constitutes as cruel and unusual punishment and yet it's not even meant to be a punishment.

They sincerely think that they're trying to help him by doing this. And that's the heart of the issue, in my opinion. Jack and Maddie don't think about other people. They don't think about their feelings or their safety or their privacy. They are so caught up in the idea that they are doing good that they never stop to think that they're part of the problem. Or the entire problem altogether.

The only time that we get some decent self-reflection is during Reality Trip, when Danny's identity is revealed by Freakshow and the Fenton parents and Jazz are taken as hostages. While they're stuck and trapped, they question why Danny had never told them his identity before, which is when Jazz comments about the poor way they used to treat his ghostly side. It's only then that it clicks for them that oh yeah we did that. That's what it took for them to recognize that their actions have consequences and even with good intentions, you are capable of hurting the people you love.

And I think that's one of the best ways to go about it. You need to give them the time and opportunity for that self-reflection and reclamation. Jack and Maddie are- naturally- a shoot first and ask later (if ever) type of people. One way or another, there needs to be a way for them to pull back and sit and look around for once.

There are many ways to address this too and make way for the possibility of Good Parents Jack and Maddie. One of the fics that immediately comes to mind for me is @akela-nakamura's Not Everything Is As It Seems. In this one we focus on Jack's perspective, and this fic made me So Unwell with its quiet gravitas, I can never recommend it enough. But if you want something from Maddie's perspective, then you can read @peachdoxie's incredible Trust Your Instincts fic. It is 36 chapters, already completed, and it's this beautiful journey through Maddie's Outsider POV.

As for me personally, I explored the subject in Chapter 51 of my fic lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood, Interlude III: Dynasty. We actually get two different reactions from the Fenton parents, one that is more from a 'Good Parent' and one from a 'Bad Parent'.

I think the most important part is to never shy away from talking about and exploring all the horrible things they did and have done. It's difficult to discuss, but the subject is complicated and to address it as anything less than complicated wouldn't be fair to those moments where the Fentons genuinely did want to be there for their children.

Does it make any of their behavior right? No. Does it prove that they can change? Yes. Will they? ...That will have to be left up to each individual writer.

If you found yourself in a similar family situation, of course you're gonna want your family or your parents to grow or choose you. Because you love them, and you want to keep them in your life. But at some point you have to think about yourself and your own safety and health. That doesn't mean you give up on them, but you protect yourself from the fallout in case they don't change.

Every person is capable of it, but not every person is willing to. The Fenton parents are no different in that regard.

#halfagone replies #bad parents jack and maddie #danny phantom #character analysis #i guess???#character study #that's more like it

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aestheticaltcow · 4 months

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What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

A four-part series about a drunken mistake and realizations starring our favorite neurotic chef.

Part 1 - Those are legal?

“I’m sorry, what do you mean ‘I’m married’?” Ellie questioned the FBI agent in front of her. “Well, with Jack’s security clearance, we took his marriage license application very seriously. Elanor Marks, you’ve been married to a man named Carmen Berzatto for the past eight years.”. Ellie turned to look at Jack, who was just as dumbfounded as her, “You two got married in 2016 at Quickie Vows in Las Vegas.” the agent handed Jack a folder. “Here’s all the information, sir.” Jack nodded without saying anything.

“How did you not know you were married?” Jack laughed as he got into bed that night, “I didn’t think those Vegas weddings were like real marriages.” Ellie sighed, sinking deeper into their mattress. Jack frowned, realizing just how upset his fiance was, “Hey, get over here.” he opened his arms. Ellie sighed and scooted closer to him in bed, “This is one of the things I love about you, Ellie. You’re spontaneous and eclectic. You love life and have never said no to anything.” he kissed her head making Ellie sink deeper into his chest. “When I met you in Germany, I knew you were goin’ be my wife one day. This whole Vegas marriage thing is just a hiccup. I’ll call Bren, and we’ll get all of this figured out… you’ll get your spooky October wedding, I promise.”

Ellie opened her locker the next morning and shoved her backpack in before sitting on a free chair to change into her non-slip shoes. “There she is, the blushing bride.” Ellie rolled her eyes at her friend’s greeting. “Hey, Maddie.” “You good?” “I’ve been better…”

Maddie shot her a quizzical look. “Wanna talk about it?” Ellie sighed “Do you remember Carmy Berztto?” “Wow, that’s a blast from the past…” “Yeah, that’s what I said… we’ve been married since that Vegas trip.” Maddie was lost for words, “You know what I have to feed my sourdough…” she awkwardly laughed, scratching at the back of her neck. “Lunch break?” Ellie laughed, knowing Maddie wanted to know what had happened that trip “Yes. I have so many questions.”

“CAB, you’re like the best.” “I don’t know ‘bout that, El.” Carmy laughed, taking another swig from his bottle of tequila. Ellie snaked her arm around his waist as the two walked down the Vegas strip. The two found themselves separated from the main group of friends they’d come to Vegas with; it wasn’t something unheard of for the two of them. “You’re a kid but got the fuckin’ James Beard! You’re the best.”Ellie hiccuped. Carmy rolled his eyes, “You’re only like a year older than me, babe.” Ellie giggled and playfully hit his chest.

The two ended up sitting on the edge of a fountain, exchanging stories of childhood trauma and fears of the future between kisses. “My mom used to call me a whore back in high school-” “You’re my whore…” Carmy whispered as he kissed down Ellie’s jawline, making her giggle and hit his shoulder “You’re so stupid.” “Fuck I love you.” Carmy laughed, burying his head in her shoulder nipping at her collarbone. Ellie giggled and gently tugged at his hair “I fuckin’ love you too.”

In New York, this evening would end in sex on the kitchen floor or the ratty old couch in Carmy’s bare apartment. In Vegas, it was a different story. Neither Carmy nor Ellie realized who’d suggested it, but they found themselves at Quickie Vows. They both went through the motions, thinking it was the funniest joke in the world. The two returned to the group’s Airbnb and went to the backyard to get into the hot tub. The next day, Ellie got the call she’d been waiting for. She was going to Europe to be a commis chef. After a quick stop in New York, Ellie was off and thought she’d never be back in the States, at least until she met Special Agent Jack Aubrey.

The two met in Germany five years ago; it was love at first sight for Jack. Ellie took a couple of months to warm up. He was everything Carmy lacked; he actively made time to be with her. They weren’t together out of convenience; Jack was proud to be seen with her. He encouraged her to be herself and grow as a person. But of course, Carmy needed to make one last appearance before Ellie could live happily ever after.

#carmen berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto one shot #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto #the bear fan fiction #the bear fan fic #the bear imagine

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kk095 · 4 months

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Maddie in Trauma

*Merry Christmas everyone! Here's my present to you. Hope you all enjoy!*

Through the automatic doors of the emergency department, a beautiful 33 year old woman arrived tethered to a gurney after being involved in a high speed crash on a chilly, rainy night. Her name was Maddie. She had bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, and stood at 5’5 with a slim build. Maddie was a conventionally attractive woman many would say was a solid 10, but that night, she was turning heads for all the wrong reasons. She laid on a backboard in a c-collar, stripped down to only her bra and underwear, littered in cuts, bruises, and abrasions. EKG electrodes were stuck onto her chest, and had IVs in both arms. The paramedics’ urgent chatter with our usual trauma team echoed the chaos of the accident that had left her in this vulnerable state. Maddie was awake and alert while being wheeled into the trauma bay, crying hysterically. Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar environment full of complete strangers, wondering what was going to happen next. “on my count. One…two…THREE!” Dr Lindsay’s voice called out, echoing in the room, taking charge of the situation.

Maddie then laid under the large overhead light on the trauma room table. The room was loud and hectic. Monitors were beeping and chirping fast and loud, and the members of the trauma team were all barking orders at one another. It was all happening so fast for Maddie. She was just driving to meet some friends for a night out, and now she was fighting for her life in the ER just a short while later. Maddie’s chest slammed into the steering wheel during the accident, and as a result, she felt a tearing pain in her chest, along with shortness of breath. She had never experienced this level of pain before, and knew she was hurt bad, and that frightened her. “am I gonna die?!” a terrified Maddie asked nurse Nancy, who connected a bag of blood products to Maddie’s IV line nearby. “it’s ok sweetie, you’re gonna be fine. Just stay calm and let us take care of you, ok?” Nancy replied in a soothing, reassuring voice. “My chest!...it hurts so much…” Maddie replied, still sobbing. “we’re gonna take a look hun. It’s all gonna be ok!” Nancy again reassured, gently stroking the frightened lady’s blonde hair for a brief moment. “I don’t wanna die…” Maddie sobbed, grabbing Nancy’s hand, holding it. “you’re not gonna die sweetie, it’s ok.” Nancy calmly replied.

Over the coming minutes, Maddie began to decompensate rapidly. Her blood pressure had taken a free fall, and her heart rate was increasing at an alarming rate. Maddie began spitting up blood, her eyes wide with fear, knowing something was terribly wrong inside her. The tearing pain was 10 times worse, and Maddie felt as if her heart was going to leap right out of her chest. “pressure’s dropping. Hang another round of o-neg to the rapid infuser.” Dr Lindsay ordered. Maddie’s mouth was suctioned out since her airway had become a bit obstructed from all the blood that had entered the area. She laid on the gurney staring upwards, beginning to zone out, taking rapid, shallow breaths. Maddie fought with everything she had left in her over the next minute or two to remain conscious, but she couldn’t do it anymore. She let out one final calm exhale. Her rapidly rising and falling chest was completely still now. Her eyes still wide open, now glazed over. “Maddie? You there hun?!” nurse Nancy shouted, doing a sternal rub. Maddie didn’t even react to the sternal rub. Her eyes just stared upwards, her mouth ajar. “no pulse, someone start CPR.” Dr Sarah announced to the team. Maddie’s bra was snipped off and her perky, C cup tits spilled out. Nurse heather then placed her hands on the center of Maddie’s bare chest and began pumping away hard and fast. At the head of the bed, Dr Sarah was placing an ET tube in Sarah’s airway. The tube was navigated in place quickly, and held in place with tape.

When the code had started, Maddie was in pulseless electrical activity, so CPR, ambu bagging, and IV meds were all the team could do. The beautiful blonde’s chest caved in and recoiled, her belly bouncing outwards. Her tits bounced and jiggled around, and 1 arm dangled off the side of the table, lightly bouncing in sync with the chest compressions. Her head bobbed and lolled, while her beautiful blue eyes were still wide open, with an ET tube hanging out the side of her mouth. At the other end of the table, her feet gently swayed and wobbled in time with the compressions. Maddie had size 9 soles with plenty of soft, silky, prominent wrinkles throughout- another asset to her already perfect appearance.

The trauma team had gotten to the 10 minute mark of the code with no improvement whatsoever, so Dr Lindsay had ordered an echocardiogram to see what was going on inside the stunning blonde’s chest. Lindsay looked over at the ultrasound monitor and saw cardiac tamponade, with some blood clots floating around in the mix. At that point, Lindsay decided to perform a left anterolateral thoracotomy in an attempt to get this life threatening tamponade squared away, then restart the hot blonde’s heart. Betadine was squirted all over Maddie’s chest, staining it and orangey brown sort of color. Lindsay picked up the scalpel and made a quick, decisive incision beginning slightly to the left of Maddie’s sternum, extending the cut across the left half of her chest, underneath her perky left breast, and ending a few inches away from her left armpit. Lindsay then incised the underlying tissue further, and placed a rib spreader into the large, freshly made cut in Maddie’s chest. The knob on the spreader was turned, forcefully prying apart Maddie’s ribs over the coming moments. Once the 33 year old blonde’s chest was cracked open, there was no rush of blood. Her boggy, fibrillating heart twitched weakly and erratically in plain sight. Lindsay reached into Maddie’s chest and examined the heart, noting it felt a lot heavier than normal. Lindsay made a cut in the thick, fibrous lining around the heart and peeled it back, delivering the heart itself and attempting to relieve the tamponade. Thick, gooey, clotted blood oozed out at first, which was suctioned away, only to be instantly replaced with bright red arterial blood. The area was once again suctioned out to reestablish the line of sight, and Lindsay placed a vascular clamp on the descending part of the aorta near the diaphragm to quell any bleeding in the area and redirect blood flow to critical parts of the body. The clamp temporarily stopped the rush of arterial blood, but Lindsay didn’t know where it was coming from. Lindsay began investigating, poking, prodding, and reaching around inside the blonde’s chest cavity, but came up empty during her initial efforts.

The team noticed Maddie was still in v-fib despite the meds and initial internal resus efforts, so the internal paddles were called for. The large, spoon shaped paddles were charged to 20 joules and lowered into her chest. A dull, wet thump was heard when the shock was delivered. Maddie’s body twitched sharply for a moment before falling limp. “no change, charge again to 30.” Lindsay called out. The high pitched electrical sound of the paddles charging filled the room for a moment, then shock #2 was delivered. Maddie’s heart stopped for a brief moment, then started twitching uselessly once again. The internal defibs were charged again to 30, and another shock was delivered. Maddie’s toes curled at the other end of the table, showing off the fresh coat of black nail polish and her hot, wrinkly soles once again. “still nothing, charge again to 40.” Dr Lindsay called out. The paddles were placed back around Maddie’s twitching heart, and a shock was promptly delivered. Her torso flopped abruptly, her tits shaking, her lifeless blue eyes stared helplessly above. “No change, resume internal massage.” Dr Lindsay called out. This time, Dr Sarah took over internal massage. Perhaps a different set of hands and a different pair of eyes can figure out what the exact cause of Maddie’s arrest was. Sarah could feel the blonde’s heart squirming around in her hands while she massaged it. While performing cardiac massage, she also tried to feel around to see if anything felt out of place. “something’s not right in the posterior portion of the left ventricle. Feel that.” Sarah said to Lindsay. Lindsay reached into Maddie’s chest and worked her hands to the spot Sarah had discovered. “yeah. Something isn’t right, I see what you mean.” Lindsay agreed, but still couldn’t quite figure out what was going on.

Lindsay and Sarah had investigated the area for a bit, but couldn’t draw a conclusion. Since Maddie was still in v-fib, they had opted to shock her again. Sarah performed a cycle of internal massage, and Lindsay got the paddles readied, charging them to 40. The paddles were lowered back in, and the next jolt of electricity went straight into the hottie’s heart. Maddie’s feet kicked around at the opposite end of the table, wrinkling up the soles of her feet once again. “still nothing, hitting her again at 40. Everyone…CLEAR!” Lindsay shouted. KA-THUNK. Maddie’s limp, lifeless body jolted around for a brief moment, but v-fib was still winning this battle. Lindsay shocked the beautiful patient with the internal paddles another 4 times to no avail, so Sarah decided to push more meds and perform a cycle of internal massage. While performing internal massage, Sarah felt a long, thinner, fleshy structure poking one of her fingers. “huh? What is that?” she thought. “charging paddles to 40.” Lindsay called out. “hold on a sec…” Sarah told Lindsay, as she held the blood soaked paddles in her hands. Sarah felt the structure with the tips of her fingers and it all dawned on her. Sarah took her hands out of Maddie’s chest and immediately peeled her gloves off, looking over at Lindsay. “massive aortic dissection. It ripped off the left ventricle almost completely and got trapped. She bled out into the pericardium that way.” She tells Lindsay. Sarah pauses, looks over at the clock, then continues. “time of death, 21:17.”

Lindsay places the internal paddles back onto the crash cart, and nurse Nancy detached the ambu bag, a small amount of air hissing out when the bag is detached while Maddie’s eyes remained open, which was an eerily beautiful sight. The monitors were turned off, and the EKG electrodes were plucked off the lady’s chest. A blue surgical drape was hastily thrown over the thoracotomy site while Maddie’s heart fired off its last handful of desperate, useless signals. Maddie’s eyes stayed open when her body was covered up, looking almost as if she was watching the trauma team’s basic postmortem care on her. Lastly, a toe tag was filled out and placed on the big toe of her left foot. The tag dangled in front of her perfect, wrinkly soles while the trauma team exited the room, bringing a heartbreaking end to her case.

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Chapter Four

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Danny gently brushed his fingers through Jason's hair, looking down at the relaxed face of his friend in sleep. He hadn’t expected Jason to fall asleep while in his presence for a very long time, let alone on him. It was a pleasant surprise that made Danny reflect on himself like only his paradise could, but he focused instead on the motions of brushing his fingers through the hair, too afraid of what he’d find if he looked inwards like instinct said to.

Eventually, his thoughts drifted, not being able to maintain focus on one thing for too long as his core had yet to settle from the adventure it took to get here. Finally getting used to his new job had helped, but his main obsession wasn’t getting fulfilled because his family was too far away. Even the family member closest of all was only close physically because Jason had no memory of the long journey they’d been on far before they’d met in this life.

Having all of these memories was so confusing, it threw everything he thought he knew about his life into the trash and set it on fire. Yes, he and his fright had always felt like they had instincts they couldn’t explain that were pushing them to gear up for some big thing that had turned out to be his death, but he’d found ways to reason away the crisis that would come from that. Jazz had always told him that his way of dealing with most trauma by ignoring its impact and joking or talking around it would come back to bite him, and it did. It really did.

More than that, his current internal crisis was about something so much bigger than just having to flee his home and not see his family for so long, after all the time travel he’d done that was nothing. It was- Danny stopped that thought in its tracks, he wasn’t ready. He’d learned long ago to build up to the most troubling thought because doing otherwise would upset the already precarious balance of his sanity.

Danny felt like he was being torn apart by not having someone else who remembered more than just this life. He would reference something, only to have to explain it to his fright or watch it sail right over the head of whoever else he was talking to. Danny wanted to talk about it, to reminisce about it with someone, anyone, but he couldn’t properly put some things into words. Even Ghost Speak, as impossible as it was, couldn’t properly convey his feelings sometimes because he had no real idea what he was feeling. Learning about his past by reliving it had been such a confusing experience, and he didn’t know how to deal with that.

His thoughts paused as he focused once again on gently brushing Jason’s hair with his fingers before racing back through time to think about the hour that had led up to this. It was another one of their spontaneous hangouts made possible by the fact that they lived so close to one another. Jason had shown up, grumbling about brothers who called stupidly early in the morning to talk about nothing, and Danny had chuckled lightly, letting Jason rant as much as he wanted, as he needed to. They’d settled onto the couch, Jason using Danny’s legs as a pillow because he kept falling over when he tried to sit up. In what seemed to be no time at all, Jason had dropped into sleep.

Danny’s thoughts turned inwards so suddenly his breath stalled for a couple seconds. The core, heh, of his internal struggle was the strange pressure he felt to forgive Maddie, and even Jack, for all the horrible things that happened just because they were family. After all, Danny’s main obsession was family, but his second obsession was freedom. Most people thought that the two things would clash far more often than they did, but they usually worked together, for Danny saw freedom as only worth it if there was someone to share it with, someone to have it for, hence why freedom was the secondary obsession.

Maddie had realized what was so wrong about her approach to life, and she’d done it in such a crushing manner that she nearly broke her mind. Everything had come crumbling down around her, and she’d apologized so much for her part in how everything went down, crying about how she’d never wanted to hurt anyone, least of all her children, and bemoaning everything that she’d done wrong. Maddie herself had told Danny that he never needed to forgive her for her part in everything, but Danny found himself trying to force that forgiveness anyway.

Jack had never apologized, never admitted any wrongdoing, never seen how many people he was hurting, never seen how much damage he was causing, and never stopped hunting Danny, but Danny’s core still yearned to forgive him, to bring the family back together. Danny acknowledged that Jack had done a lot of wrong in his life, but Danny still wanted to give him forgiveness that he hadn’t earned, hadn’t even tried to earn, all because he was family.

Neither of them needed forgiveness, Danny knew that. Maddie was working on forgiving herself while still repeating over and over that she would never pressure Danny into forgiving her, that forgiving her was his decision, but she didn’t fully understand what it meant to be Danny. Danny always felt pressured to keep the family together, to make the right decision, to keep his family happy to the extent that he didn’t know what to do with himself if he wasn’t doing anything for that. Jack didn’t even think he’d done anything that needed forgiving, and there was no way Danny would try to talk to Jack about that.

Danny knew all of this, yet he felt pressured to forgive things that shouldn’t be forgiven. His core demanded a family he could connect to, knowing he couldn’t contact his fright for now, too dangerous, knowing he couldn’t contact Maddie, too dangerous and still too hurtful and tearful, and knowing that he couldn’t contact Jack, too dangerous and too much attempted murder between them. Danny didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t want to forgive Maddie. She’d sworn long ago to keep her family safe, but the moment that someone accepted her ideas and her, she threw that out the window. Her thoughts had narrowed down to protecting Jack and his happiness, becoming just as obsessed as him about ghosts. At least she’d tried to stay on the sane side of it. She’d tried to pay attention to her children, but she couldn’t do much when she got absorbed into her work so quickly and so completely. He didn’t want to forgive someone who had proved time and time again that she was not dependable, that she was not to be trusted, that she would only break his heart. He didn’t want to forgive Maddie, yet he kept catching himself forcing his thoughts to call her Mom.

Admittedly, there was less pressure from his core to forgive Jack, but instead it played that what if game. That was a dangerous game to get into, especially for a ghost. Emotional damage was almost more damaging to a ghost than any other type of damage, so playing the what if game was like playing with his life. He knew that, yet logic was not the driving force he always went by. As the days passed, it got easier and easier to remember what Jack had done, to cast aside any lingering familial bonds with him.

The root of the problem then, was Maddie. Maddie, the person who actually kick started the whole adoption process when she found Jazz playing with young Danny at the park, the person who’d tried to take an interest in his interests for the first couple of months before getting swept away by the portal, the person who’d made Jack set aside time to put up the glow-in-the-dark stars to make Danny feel more comfortable, and the person who’d always tried to push Danny to do his best. Maddie, the person who’d shot at him with intent to heavily injure or kill, the person who’d ranted almost everywhere about the many ways she wanted to tear him apart molecule by molecule without knowing that it was him she was talking about, tainting every place they went with that memory, the person who’d made most of the more harmful inventions, the person who figured out that electricity hurt him more than most, and the person who’d turned most of the town against him in the early years. There was a sharp contradiction between the two Maddies in his head, but he knew from Jazz that separating Maddie like that was a trauma response.

The answer hit him with the same force his body had hit the wall. He couldn’t forgive Maddie, not so soon and maybe not ever. It just wasn’t possible for him, and trying to force it would only tear him apart. He couldn’t forgive someone who had done so much to him, and there was no way he would be talking to a therapist anytime soon due to his own issues, meaning that forgiveness would likely be a longer process once it finally got started. Even though the realization hurt, there was a sense of freedom building in his chest that swirled like glitter through his core. Finally, he felt settled in his own skin. The thought was a sweet lullaby that lured him into sleep.

~`~`~

Jason woke up gently, rising from the dreams to settle into his own body with a smooth feeling that was missing most of the time. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of peace that surrounded him while he tried to remember why he felt that way. Realizing it was because he fell asleep on Danny, his eyes snapped open and his face flushed. Sure enough, there was Danny, asleep with his head tilted over the back of the couch.

Danny seemed so peaceful in sleep, causing Jason to realize that there had been an invisible weight to his friend’s shoulders before now. Jason couldn’t help but stare, feelings swirling in his gut, unfamiliar ones. Jason’s brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what he was feeling. It was, was the odd mix of happy-peace-nerves-joy-meant-to-be that Jason had come to associate with Danny, but there was something more to it, some level that seemed to have been added while he watched them sleep. The meaning of it escaped him, but he didn’t want to spend too long thinking about that, preferring to spend this time memorizing every single bit of Danny’s face, not knowing when it would be possible to do so again.

In what seemed to be no time at all, Danny’s eyes were fluttering open, unfocused until they locked onto Jason’s with startling clarity. “Hey.” Jason whispered softly.

“Hey.” Danny’s response was just as soft and quiet, not carrying like it usually did.

Jason wanted to stay in this relaxed state forever, but he knew that they needed food. “Wanna get some Batburger?” Jason offered, not really wanting to cook at the moment and assuming Danny wouldn’t want to cook either.

Danny gave him a soft smile in response. “Sure.” And they separated to their separate apartments to get ready to leave.

~`~`~

When they walked into the Batburger, it was mostly empty save for the workers and a group of people in one of the corner booths, a group of people Jason recognized. He nearly groaned but held back, not wanting to be seen by them. Danny walked up to the counter and Jason followed, trying not to get noticed by the group even though he knew it was inevitable. Against all odds they made it through the ordering process, Danny continuing their odd trend of not ordering any fries, but Jason knew that the good luck would not hold.

Sure enough, as the two of them were choosing their drinks, a voice called from the only other customers in the store, “Jason! Jason, is that you?!” Jason groaned at Dick’s obviously played up tone of hurt. He debated whether or not to ignore Dick, quickly coming to the conclusion that doing so would only make everything worse.

“Is that the one you were complaining about when you knocked on my door?” Danny suddenly asked in his ear. It was a testament to Jason’s skill that he managed not to jump, although he did lean away.

“Yeah.. that’s him.” He muttered. “Is your eyesight finally failing you old man?” Jason called back to his brother the irritant, enjoying Dick’s betrayed gasp even if it was fake.

Despite Jason’s words, when it came time for Danny and him to pick a spot to sit, he walked towards the table where Dick, Damian, and Tim sat. Tim had clearly been bribed with coffee to be there, but Dick and Damian were probably on one of their brotherly bonding outings, which usually weren’t held in Crime Alley, meaning that Tim was also bribed with a chance to run into Danny. Great. That meant such good things for this meal, not.

True enough, they were barely settled into their seats when Dick burst into words once more. “Hello, my name’s Dick, this is Damian, and the one falling asleep where he sits is Tim! I wasn’t aware that Jason had any new friends recently, so I don’t know your name, sorry!” Dick flashed his blindingly brilliant Dickie smile while maintaining his hurt expression when he looked at Jason, obviously, to anyone who knew Dick at least, trying to put Danny at ease.

“Interesting choice of words there.” Danny’s tone was neutral, expression almost bored as he met Dick’s eyes with a tilt to his head.

“Huh?” Dick blinked, clearly thrown off by this unexpected reaction.

Danny simply tilted his head in the other direction, eyes still locked on Dick’s as they sharpened. “You apologized for not knowing my name, despite clearly assuming that Jason hadn’t told me about you. You automatically assumed I was a friend of Jason’s, not an acquaintance, not someone who he owed a favor to, not just someone who he fights with, but a friend. You didn’t specify which one was Damian, relying on the fact that I wouldn’t interrupt you to give clarity with describing Tim, who, by the way, doesn’t look like he’s falling asleep where he sits, rather like he’s retreated into his thoughts. You introduced yourself first with the tone of someone who expects people to look at you weirdly due to your name, or maybe just treat you differently for your name, probably trying to get it out of the way and likely already having a funny retort pulled up in your mind. You also didn’t share any extra information about Damian other than a fond tone, pointing towards you expecting me to know about him, and by extension all of you, likely from news sources or Jason. In short, you said what you said the way you said it to appear properly social while fishing for clues about who I am, maybe even leading into an interrogation gentle enough to be written off as just the type a concerned brother would give here in Gotham.” Danny blinked, seemingly caught off guard by his own words. “Sorry, force of habit. My sister used to quiz me about people based on how they talked as a way to double check her own thoughts before she got good enough at reading people that she didn’t feel that it was necessary anymore, then it became more of a game. Guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

Dick sat stunned for several long minutes, looking like what Jason felt the first time Danny had done that when tired. It hadn’t happened often, but it was always shocking when it did. Amused, Jason looked at the other two people at the booth, seeing a similar shocked expression on Tim’s face, who also no longer looked as tired, but Damian didn’t look at all like Jason expected. There was no shock in his expression or body language, rather amusement and some things Jason couldn’t quite define. It sent a disquieted feeling slithering up Jason’s spine, but that was normal when it came to the Demon Brat.

“If anyone could deduce so much about you, Richard, then you must be slipping.” Damian huffed out.

“Are you saying that I couldn’t do the same to you Damian Wayne?” There was an odd emphasis put on Damian’s last name that Jason hadn’t heard before, not from Danny at least. There was also a new light in Danny’s eyes, though this was one that Jason recognized, the spark of a worthy challenge.

Just like that, it was like the world fell away for the two of them, and Jason suddenly felt like an outsider who was ignorant of the world. He couldn’t explain why he felt that way, but he did. Damian didn’t respond past a raised eyebrow, but Danny just kept staring the same, although Jason felt like something in the air had changed even if Danny hadn’t. The green that had lain quiet for so long suddenly roared its head, and Jason redirected his eyes to his hands that were clutching the edge of the table so hard his fingers were white.

“Order for Todd.” All the tension in the room suddenly snapped, and everyone at the table turned towards the front counter where the words had come from, numbly Jason walked over and got the two trays of his and Danny’s food. He nodded his thanks to the worker and turned back to the table, keeping his eyes on the floor for a reason he didn’t know, which was rapidly becoming the normal sensation of the day.

When Jason got back to the table, things felt so much looser, more free than before, although no one was talking. Setting the trays on the table, it was like whatever was keeping anyone from speaking snapped. “What do you do for a living?” Tim burst out before his mind appeared to catch up to his mind and he flushed slightly, yet still watched Danny, determined to have the question answered now that it was asked.

“Oh, I work at Arkham as an assistant head guard for the Rogue Wing. It basically just means that I do most of the same work as a regular guard with a couple of added responsibilities and a bit more paperwork. I actually didn’t mean to apply for anything over a regular guard, considering I’m a little on the young side, but the person who referred me to the job handed me an assistant head guard form. I didn’t even know what position I applied for until my interview.” Danny chuckled the last line, clearly wandering in the past a little as they stopped talking to devour a burger, one of four on their tray.

“Why didn’t you order any fries? Sorry, weird question, but I’m curious.” Dick tried his best to seem sheepish, but Jason saw through that for the attempted ice breaker it was.

Danny hummed as he washed the burger down with a sip from his soda. “No fry can ever compare to the fries at my local burger joint growing up, so I never bother to order fries anywhere else.” Danny clearly saw that more questions were about to be asked because he quickly kept talking. “The fries there were so good that a pair of inventors literally made an invention specifically to keep them at the perfect temperature, although the fries were good cold too. Rumor has it that wars have been fought over the recipe behind those fries, although no one can say whether or not this is true.” Danny had leaned in, voice gaining intensity like the best of storytellers, drawing his audience in. Jason had leaned in too, and he saw his brothers had done the same. “It’s been said that the burgers are absolutely nasty, but the fries make ordering combos worth it because it makes the fries cheaper. I’ve heard a tale or two of one man who ate nothing but those fries for a solid year and proclaimed he was all the better for it.” Danny smiled at them like he’d just told a massive joke or revealed a big secret and leaned back in his chair, not even looking as his hands unwrapped the next burger. “Of course,” his tone was lighter now, seeming to let the air back into the space around the occupants of the table, enabling them to draw their first real breath since Danny had gone all intense, “this is all rumor, none of it is confirmed as fact.”

“What’s the restaurant’s name?” Dick whispered, clearly drawn in by Danny’s behaviour.

“Not telling.” Danny said with a smile, digging into the second burger while Dick made a hurt gasp that was only half acting this time.

“Why are you guys even here? You usually stay out of Crime Alley.” Jason decided to steer the conversation back on track, not wanting to get stuck in the endless hole of the weird conversations Danny could hold, not today.

“We were thinking about showing up to your apartment unannounced. Richard wanted to whine about you not spending more time with the family as a means of getting you to agree to coming over to the Manor next Wednesday. Alfred has promised to make some of your favorite meals if you agree, and Father asks that you extend the offer to your new friend, although I did try to inform him that you have not confirmed whether or not your new neighbor is a friend.” Damian kept his tone straight to the point, even as his eyes hid some amusement over the whole thing as Dick gasped about betrayal beside him.

Jason pretended to think it over. “All you had to mention was Alfred’s offer and I’d be there.” Jason turned to Danny. “They’re going to bug you about visiting until you do, are you free and willing to go Wednesday?” Jason already knew what the answer would be, but he asked the question anyway, something about seeing Tim get intrigued about a new mystery seemed funny.

“Nah, I’m busy that day. I’ve got to work some of the odd hours, and every other hour is taken up by an activity. ‘M booked.” Danny didn’t even pretend to consider it as he washed down the remnants of the last burger, eating fast like he always did in public. “Although I have heard you wax poetic about Alfred’s cooking so it is tempting.

The meal was filled with innocent questions as Danny watched them all eat. It would have seemed odd to Jason, but he’d grown used to the way Danny lived his life. Through the meal, Jason watched Dick become more comfortable in Danny’s presence, only really noticeable to those who knew him, but Jason somehow knew Danny knew that Dick was becoming more at ease. All attempts to find the source of why he knew left him with a headache, so he quickly abandoned the thought. Tim also relaxed, although Jason was sure this was mostly faked to put Danny at ease. Tim preferred long periods of observation to make sure people he found suspicious were actually okay people. Damian was even more of an enigma than usual, making references that were heavily veiled behind things he would usually say, and amusement was a frequent visitor of the deep depths of his eyes.

Suddenly, Danny got an alert that had him settling his expression into a serious one. “I have to go.” Danny stood up, abruptly cutting off the easy conversation that had been flowing before. “There’s been a breakout, Joker, Harley, Ivy, and Penguin have gotten out. The other assistant head guard is dead, so I’m being called in.” He looked around at them with no real emotion on his face, making Jason repress a shiver. “I wouldn’t stay on the streets for long. My coworker told me Joker was in a funny mood.” With that, Danny took off.

Jason, Dick, Damian, and Tim looked at each other, many emotions flickering between them as they silently conversed. Without another word, they sprung up, tossing everything left on their trays, which was mostly just some wrappers, and they bolted for the safehouse nearby that held a spare of all their gear. Jason hoped Danny stayed safe before putting all thoughts of his friend out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. Jason hoped that Gotham was ready for whatever the Joker had in store for them.

As soon as everyone was suited up, Jason turned on his comm. “O. We have insider information that Joker, Harley, Ivy, and Penguin have broken out of Arkham, get everyone on.”

There was a flurry of activity and words as everyone else booted up into high gear, a breakout that involved Joker didn’t spell anything good. Finally, B’s voice came over the line, “Hood, report.”

A/N: I’m still not entirely happy with the ending, but I cut it there because I was starting to get way too frustrated with the chapter. I may edit this a bit for when I post it to AO3 eventually, but I’m just vibing on tumblr for now. Sorry this took so long.

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The Return of a Witch

Fandom: Obey Me!

Character: Mammon; Asmo, Belphie and others

Prompt: day 2 of @ombrotherlylove2023: Mammon. But I don't think I actually followed the bonding experience prompt. It's pure angst... again.

Warnings: references to trauma

Word count: 896

Summary: The Great Witch Maddi is back. Mammon had to be rescued by MC, but he's not fine. At all. This fic references the Great Witch Maddi mentioned in the Devilgram “The Escorts” who once captured and traumatised Mammon.

“What in the blazes were you thinking?!” Those were the first words he heard after being pulled by the pact. Lucifer was towering over him, surrounded by an air of wrath that could only match Satan’s. But Mammon didn’t care anymore. For once there was no fear left in his heart, as if he spent it all in the last hours he spent with his abductor, trying not to relive everything that happened the last time and reliving it nonetheless over and over again.

The room was bright, brighter than his eyes were prepared to. The dark cave was no longer around, and the hard cold stone was replaced by a soft couch. The spell that was tying him up stayed behind as well, cleared by the summoning completely. He could finally move.

But he didn’t.

“Is that all you have to say?” He never heard his human bark like that at anyone. But he couldn’t muster any strength to even look up. Some quick orders followed, and his brothers scattered to their assigned tasks.

The first to return was Belphie with a blanket he put over his shoulders. The blanket slid from his back without any attempt from Mammon to keep it on.

“He’s kind of… unresponsive,” Belphie noticed, wrapping him up in the blanket again, this time more tightly so it doesn’t fall off.

It was warm. And smelled of home.

“Worse than last time,” Beel admitted. “I hope he’ll recover faster with you around…”

“Last time? This happened before?”

“Yeah, a few centuries ago. When he came back, he locked himself in his room for two weeks. Nightmares and stuff.”

“But why exactly?”

“Well…” Satan took over the explaining, “there’s that great witch hell-bent on taking reign over the Devildom. Diavolo refuses her advances so she tries other ways… sometimes. But if she comes officially, she’s always under strict supervision since the last time she caught Mammon and…”

The scenes flashed before Mammon’s eyes again, unstoppable in their intrusive flow, impossible to ward off against. He curled himself into a ball and shuddered, almost feeling as if worms were crawling over his skin.

“Got it, say no more.”

But it was too late to stop the memories washing over him in a sticky, oily wave, leaving him feeling like his whole body was covered in something disgusting, unimaginably repulsive.

“I need to know what’s happened to relay this incident to Diavolo.”

“But Lucifer, look at him,” Asmo complained. “He’s so quiet it’s getting scary. I preferred when he was all loud. Goodness, he’s even shivering. I can’t look at this.” Asmo started rubbing Mammon’s shoulders, trying to warm him up as if it could help.

“We need his testimony to get rid of her for good.” Belphie sighed. “I might have an idea. Asmo, you should talk to him.”

“Hm?” Asmo was confused at first but something then clicked for him. “Oh. You’re right. I’ll try.”

Asmo sat down on the couch and took Mammon’s face into his hands, forcing Mammon to look at him. It was difficult to avert his gaze as if something was pulling him to stare.

“Tell us what happened,” Asmo’s tone was gentle, uncharacteristically so, as he peered into Mammon’s eyes and Mammon felt a drive to tell him everything. He couldn’t look away and realised that Asmo was urging him with a bit of his charm. It wasn’t irresistible, rather like a slight push easy to brush off in any other situation. He just had no strength left to oppose it.

He opened his mouth.

But his voice failed him.

“Was that Maddi?” Asmo inquired. The sole name made Mammon’s skin feel dirty again.

He only nodded.

“That’s enough for now then. Now… don’t think about it. Think about being here.” The words dulled the scenes looped in his mind. He was being charmed out of it, at least as much as Asmo could do about someone with such power difference. But it did help to push the memories away.

Asmo briefly exchanged glances with their guardian human before returning his gaze to Mammon and pulling him into the charm again.

“You’re home,” he added. “The house is warded and safe. You can rest without worry. Nothing can happen to you here.”

And Mammon nodded.

He indeed felt tired.

“If he’s going to sleep anyway, I might as well take a nap too.” Belphie sat down on the couch on the opposite side and pushed his pillow into Mammon’s hands.

And suddenly, with exhaustion washing over him out of the blue, Mammon started to sink into sleep he wasn’t expecting. He tried to fight it, not to surrender to nightmares surely were approaching. Even with how weak he felt, the risk of living though everything again was too much. He mustered all the last bits of energy he had to just stay awake, to push away the pillow, even as his eyes closed on their own and his head drooped onto the soft fabric.

Someone petted his hair.

“Sleep well.” He heard Belphie’s voice close to his ear and felt him leaning against him with a quiet hum.

For split second Mammon realised that he’s about to get sent into sleep, but as all the strain has left him, he fell head first, peaceful and relaxed into the wave of dreams.

Not a single nightmare dared to haunt him.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me mammon #ombrotherlylove2023 #obey me fanfiction #no one writes #no one creates

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Re: the "Natalia and I, we broke up." + "all she wanted to talk about was death; it was kinda boring." That scene, and particularly reading the Tim M. interview where he talked about being "over all the death talk" and how those lines in the script might have been a little bit of him talking, actually have me concerned that they've abandoned what seems like was the lead up to an actual Buck Breakdown™ arc.

(Or possibly worse, they consider 6b to *be* the Buck Breakdown arc and work through of all his trauma, and now they consider it done.)

Oliver's interviews talking about Buck 'being a new man' 'just doing things that make him happy' 'finally getting off the hamster wheel" and overall being in a much better place suggest that he's in that like post-breakdown/healing journey already? Idk, I felt like there was a lot in the second half of 6B with Buck's storyline that got a little fumbled/sloppy with the fear of cancellation and them trying to put a final bow on things, but there was also a lot that suggested we were heading towards a really meaty, Breakdown™ story in S7. Now it's sounding kind of like, because of how it was handled last season, Tim has lost interest and is ready to just kind of mark that story as case closed and skip ahead to "happy, new man" Buck.

I see what you mean, but seriously, it would be a bad storytelling decision to have this major trauma in Buck's life be completely ignored/handled off screen again, say he's Buck 4.0 and call it a day would be annoying as hell. They handled that pretty badly with the fear of cancellation and with Natalia not coming back, they didn't even have a satisfying ending for that. I wrote this and this this weekend, and I don't know if this is a reaction to that or if I'm just a person you felt like you could send these thoughts to, but Buck thinking death is boring just to be heavily triggered by death is a possibility. Because we know Bobby is in mortal danger, and his biggest trigger in the coma was the fact that Bobby was dead, and Buck finally being able to face that is something that could work. And Buck working on himself without a major breakdown, maybe because he felt like he was getting there and decided not to let it get that bad could also be a conclusion there. I want a full breakdown for Buck, I want him on the floor crying, but depending on how they make the whole "he's a new man" thing, I could get behind it. They just have to acknowledge it happened, because you can't have Eddie's whole arc about burying his feelings and having that blow up in his face, effectively establishing that just "moving past it" doesn't work, to have Buck be all fine by just moving past it.

All the talk is actually making me think about my initial speculation about Buck/buddie and my whole Buck drowning thing, because the whole thing hinged on Buck being fine and getting triggered. Because I wrote a really long thing about Buck getting triggered over something happening to Bobby, Maddie, or Chris, that leading to him getting all sorts of unstable before deciding to work on himself, and while I did speculate on a full breakdown, Buck recognizing the trigger and asking for help before things get explosive are a way to handle him without the "exhausting death talk" because we are not dealing with Buck's death, we are dealing with someone else, and with a Buck that wants to be alive and could get conflicted about how to handle the situation. Because Buck and Eddie mirror each other and Eddie's breakdown buildup started when he was introduced, the well and the shooting are one of the stops yeah, but everything about Eddie led him to fear-o-phobia. Buck's breakdown has been building since Buck begins, and he's been slowly self destructing since then, but the lightning is Buck's well (volunteering into the situation, night and rain aspect of it, saving himself), so if they keep mirroring the 2, Buck needs another trigger, because what actually triggers Eddie isn't the possibility of his death, is the death of someone else, because he's the last one standing, forever the one left behind. But where Eddie is the widower, Buck is the savior, so the most effective way to trigger him would be failing to save someone he loves, and with the focus on Bobby in his coma world, and the way Bobby is about to die, the possibility is right there. But let's say they don't go with that, a Buck breakdown wouldn't be explosive, and Buck focusing on being a better man, acting like he's getting better just to have something happens to shake that belief by the end of the season (buddie car crash in the season finale you heard it here first on October 16 2023 lol), is a way to move past the death talk for a while just to have it all came crashing down later on, the same way Eddie seemed fine until he wasn't (I mean in s4, s5 Eddie is hanging by a thread the whole time). But this is mostly what I've been telling myself over how they're talking about Buck, because I need that man to break so he can actually move on with his life.

#i feel like a lot of speculation about a Buck breakdown latched onto the cruise because Buck getting triggered at sea is literally #the easiest possible way to trigger him #I'm guilty of that too‚ but having Buck walk past that just to crash later #like they had Eddie walk past getting held at gunpoint after being shot #works yk?#does this make sense?#please tell me it this makes sense kpskspmsoskoss #but yeah im curious about where this is going #911 #911 spoilers #911 speculation #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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Beyond Breaking // Chapter Eight

DAMAGE

Summary: Things get messy when some new information is revealed about Spencer, even messier when a reaction comes

Content Warnings: divorce and custody disputes, a lot of yelling, mentions of a bunch of spencer’s trauma

Word Count: 3.0k

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The story made Y/n sick as it was recounted by the three-year-old on their way home. Florence didn’t know much. She was small and not good at picking up on insinuations or reading between the lines. The briefest description was that she looked similar to JJ, but JJ when Maddie was born. Florence was specific about that. Plainly, it translated to young, blonde, and pretty. And then subsequent jealousy from Y/n.

Despite the little girl’s naivety, Y/n knew the right questions to ask to get information without setting off alarms. “Baby, when did you meet her?”

“Uh.” She thought for a moment. “When Daddy was still teaching, I went with him to work. She’s doing a dis-art-something.”

“Dissertation.” Y/n corrected her, gulping when she realized that meant Lily was a student, probably his.

She knew there were lots with crushes on him, something she’d seen when she watched one of his first lectures to give him the confidence boost he needed. She couldn’t blame them. They’d even joked about it, the girls that would interrupt them in his office to ask questions they knew the answers to, but now it made her stomach twist. Never did she think he would be screwing one of them.

Her age plus her described looks seemed to make her incredibly similar to the JJ Spencer fell in love with years ago, and it was impossible not to be jealous of that.

That night also meant something more than Florence would hopefully ever understand. That night was the night Spencer packed up and left officially. It seemed impulsive when it happened. Why had he chosen that random day to pick a fight and leave?

During the chaos that followed, she didn’t think about it, but it made no sense. They used to barely talk when Spencer was out of town, and he left for Emily’s on one of the last days of his sabbatical. The calculated, Spencer-like thing would be to wait until the annoyance of being in the same city for 30 days took over and leave then. Or end things at the very beginning, so he’d have a month to enjoy a lighter workload without her.

It was clicking together now. All those little nauseating, anger-inducing puzzle pieces. There was no other explanation for it in her brain.

It took everything in her not to bawl her eyes out in the car, cry so much she couldn’t see the road. Somehow, she pulled it together for Florence’s sake. Without that much-needed emotional release, her outrage built up.

How much of a shitty person did he have to be to leave her after spending the day with his mistress? And introducing his daughter to her. It was 100 steps too far for Y/n.

Spencer was going to pay for it.

As childish as it was, she wanted him to feel all of the pain she was feeling. He liked physics. He understood Newton’s third law of motion. It couldn’t be any more mathematical to her: his actions caused her reaction.

“Do you wanna hang out with Michael?” Y/n asked, looking in the mirror at the backseat.

There was something she needed to channel her anger into. JJ’s offer of Will’s childcare still stood, and she could use it to exert the sadistic plan formed in her head.

“Please, please, please,” Florence begged, kicking her feet up and down happily. She thought Michael was the coolest because he was older than her and not her brother.

Once she dropped Florence off, Y/n cried immediately after getting back into her car. There was more anger than before, but still a lot of grieving for the relationship that was fast approaching its end.

As passionately as it started, it would end. Soon Y/n was set to be all alone in a way she hadn’t been in years and years.

That was the scariest feeling. Scarier than him being in the hospital because there was no chance. She’d spoken to Spencer every single day for almost a decade, and now she was going to have to not call him whenever she had something random to tell him.

The more she cried, the madder she got, all channeled directly towards Spencer because she realized it wasn’t her fault- all that distance between them and not getting back in orbit. It was on him. And maybe because of him betraying their vows.

Her mind rewound to the day they set those vows and Spencer’s face as he said them. He was in tears when he saw her walking down the aisle on their wedding day, and not unnoticeable tears. Even though it was years ago, she could remember how his clammy, shaky hands felt in hers and the heartfelt words he’d said. Then the letter later that night with sweeter, more personal words... and promises.

Promises he’d broken.

Then her brain focused on another wedding, the latest one they’d been to. A wedding they attended as guests, where Spencer barely looked at her. He spent his time throwing longing glances at JJ while Emily talked about Dave, Krystall, and twin flames. Her hands shook as she thought about how few alarm bells were set off in her head that night and how many should have been.

Fuck Spencer Reid.

If he was going to dish out emotional pain, he could take it too.

She would not be the one crying in her car with deep emotional bleeding while he got to have his cake and eat it too.

So she knew where to go, and there was one thing that would hurt Spencer the most. It undoubtedly would make her feel guilty later, and she would question her morals, but she was making decisions with her heart, not her head.

She was fuming, the rage radiating off her skin as she walked in there with a one-track mind.

“I don’t want this anymore.” She declared firmly, slamming the divorce papers she’d been carrying around against the wooden desk. She’d thought about getting rid of them after the night they slept together, so they could actually work on things without an easy escape.

“And what do you want now?” Her lawyer asked, frowning at her client.

The expression on Y/n’s face wasn’t one of happiness, like someone who had decided divorce wasn’t the right choice. If she were honest, it wasn’t the conclusion the lawyer thought Y/n would come to, not when there was so much uncertainty in her eyes when she drew up the divorce papers.

“Full custody.” She stated. “During his weeks at the BAU, I only want him to see them every second weekend. He can’t come into their lives whenever it suits him.” She justified, not just to the lawyer who was frantically writing as the words came out of Y/n’s mouth too quickly. “And if he wants to be at extracurriculars during that period, I have to approve it.” She added. The three didn’t deserve him to be in and out, hoping he’d make it as he chose what activities he wanted to be at. She knew she would cave on that one quickly. Especially if they asked for their adored dad to be there.

Her lawyer looked reluctant to ask the next question, but her pen stopped moving. “Do you want the same to apply to you on Spencer’s weekends?”

“No, not since I’m their stable parent.” She decided, explaining her reasoning. “During the times he’s not working with the BAU, he can have every second weekend and Tuesdays to Thursdays on the alternating weeks.” Five days, on average for that month, wasn’t a lot less than the original seven she’d asked for, but it would make it easier for their kids to have stability, to not rely on an untrustworthy Spencer, or that’s how she justified it to herself.

“Okay, any chance to the legal custody?” She asked.

Y/n bit her lip, almost reigning herself in for a second and not go in for the jugular, but the hurt from loving him was too overwhelming. “Yes, I want it solely. He has exhibited exceptionally harmful judgment making good decisions for years.” That change to her original petition was out of selfishness. When she was pushed for examples, Y/n didn’t hesitate to provide them. “Obviously, he was in prison, wrongfully accused of murder, but he still knowingly left the country without being briefed. Three months on the inside, doing God knows what.” She knew exactly what. She was the only person in the world who knew the entire story. “Even the FBI doesn’t consider him stable enough to be there full-time. He throws himself in front of bullets.” She neglected to mention that he’d never thrown himself in front of a bullet for the wrong reason or a reason she disapproved of. She was talking too fast with too much bottled-up rage, so it slipped out. “And he was addicted to Dilaudid while being an FBI agent without anyone but the tight-knit team knowing. The only reason he avoided relapses was because I held his hand.” It would kill him to read, and she’d hate herself forever for using his deepest secrets, but as her lawyer wrote, Y/n didn’t stop her. Whoever said ‘hurt people hurt people’ was talking about them.

“Wow.” The lawyer commented, reserving judgment professionally.

“Is that all?” Y/n asked. She needed to get out of there, and soon.

Paper was passed over to her. “So I can draft it.” Her lawyer explained. “Then he’ll get served, and we’ll wait for his response.”

Y/n didn’t know the probability he’d fight it. Probably high since all of the important things to him were being threatened, but she wasn’t sure he cared about any of them anymore.

She felt sadder after that. The removal of her anger only gave the despair more room. Her drive home after getting Florence was heartbreaking, and so was the entire evening, even with her three beautiful children.

Bennett noticed instead of Maddie when she was tucking him into bed after reading to him. “Mommy, are you okay?” He asked, looking up at her with Spencer’s eyes.

“Yeah, baby, of course.” She assured him before pushing the curls against his forehead back. “Why?”

He looked at her with a baby profiler stare. “You look sad.” He answered succinctly, unaware of how close to the truth he was.

“I’m not, bud. I just...lost my bracelet, and you know how sad you were when you lost your dinosaur last week.” She lied, explaining it in terms he’d understand. It wasn’t too grand a lie. Technically, she’d lost something.

It seemed to be enough for him. “I’ll look for it tomorrow.” He promised sweetly.

“Thanks, but tomorrow because you have to sleep now.” She reminded him, giving him another kiss before leaving him to sleep.

She didn’t sleep much that night or the night after that. The lack of sleep only shortened her fuse. Spencer did not help when he called her frantically in the middle of a work day, demanding she come to his office at college.

Both a sadist and a masochist, she went without thinking it through.

“What the fuck is this!?” Spencer demanded as soon as she walked in the door, not even waiting for her to close it.

“Good morning to you too,” Y/n replied sarcastically, walking past the couch and table to his desk.

He was standing on the other side of it, angrier than she’d ever seen him, with his eyes narrowed and hands gripping a stack of paper. “That’s not an answer.” He said firmly.

“Uh, well, I don’t know, genius, it’s not like I can see it.” She said antagonistically. It could have been a lot of things, but one, in particular, was more probable.

“Yes, you fucking do!” He maintained. His swearing was usually minimal and never directed at her out of anger.

It had always been fun to wind him up, although it usually ended in sex. This, Y/n was finding, was just as satisfying. “Okay, I can deduce that it’s one specific divorce petition.” She played ball, keeping her face neutral.

Spencer went off the rails, slamming the paperwork down on his desk. Amusingly dramatic, like a toddler throwing a tantrum, something she knew how to deal with. “It’s bullshit, is what it is.” He answered his own question. “You have this shit served to me here, just after I finish teaching.”

“Not exactly my choice.” She interrupted, giving him the same bored stare.

“Should we get onto the contents then?” Spencer questioned, but it wasn’t much of an offer. He was going to tell her what he felt. Even though she knew it, she stood there in silence. He picked up the paper again, angrily flicking through it. The words all made sense to him, and it didn’t take him long to read the first time, but he’d read a hundred times since. The words he knew, even the legal jargon, but he couldn’t understand why they’d all be put together, remixed to form torturous paragraphs. “I was acquitted for every charge in Mexico! I was drugged, and you’re using that as a reason you should get to make every single decision about them. That’s as wrong as it is unfair!” It was clear how much he was hurting, but she wasn’t looking. She felt guilty, but it was hard to apologize when Spencer was still yelling. She couldn’t blame him for acting erratically when she’d done the same thing airing out their dirty laundry. “Then my issues with Dilaudid. That could fuck up everyone’s lives if it ever got out. Trials, prison, firing.” He purposefully left out how much it broke him. It blindsided him that she left peacefully, only to tear their lives apart days later.

She stopped him when she shook her head, trying to justify the actions she’d jumped to out of heartbreak. “Don’t try and play me.” She said calmly but firmly, having not come to his office out of the goodness of her heart- mostly her guilt- to hear his monologue. “The statute of limitations is up on drug charges after five years.”

“I honestly don’t think the Attorney General will give a fuck.” He shot back, slamming the paper down on the desk as he huffed. His blood was pumping, and he couldn’t stop if he tried. “They’ll drag everyone into it, ask questions, and get answers. I could be sued for every case I worked on while I was high, Aaron for negligence, and even the rest of the team.”

“So that’s what you care about? Some legal proceedings?” She demanded. Spencer was really helping cement the idea that her decision was right and not rash. “Sign it uncontested. Then there’s no mediation or court between us.”

Spencer maintained a tendency to focus on one detail instead of the big picture, and this time it had given her the allusion he didn’t care about anything but not getting in trouble.

Only once had he heard that phrase relating to divorce, but back then, it was the Hotchner’s, and everyone knew how that worked out. Probably Y/n wouldn’t become the target of a serial killer and she’d probably be able to defend herself, but Aaron was broken long before Haley died.

“That is not fair!” He cried out. The custody was so much less than what he wanted. If he thought seeing them every second week was a frying pan, this was a red hot fire. “All I ever wanted was to be a dad!”

She chuckled humorlessly, rolling her eyes, but her anger got the better of her. “All I wanted to be was your wife, but we can’t have everything we want.”

“What, so you’re punishing me now? That’s real mature.” He spat out of pure anger. He couldn’t figure it out, and he could always figure it out. Something happened after she left the hospital, but he couldn’t figure out what. He wanted to tell her she could have that, that there was nothing more that he wanted than for her to be his wife again. His voice betrayed him, dropping off, and the tears were closer to erupting as he spoke softly. “I know you’re done, but what did I do to deserve this?”

“I don’t know. Ask Wren about who she hung out with the night before you left.” Y/n prompted him, not wanting him to have the ease of the whole truth.

He’d deny it. They always did.

She couldn’t even look at him. She just stared right through him like he never meant anything. It hurt them both.

With one final look, she turned on her heels to leave. She could feel Spencer’s presence as he maneuvered across the room, and there was nothing else she had to articulate. His brain was drawing a complete blank about what she meant.

“Wait, Y/n, don’t leave.” He pleaded, stopping himself from grabbing her hand. That would not go down well. “You can’t just walk away from this.”

Just like her, his anger was gone once he got it out, and they both knew things would be much less rocky if they screamed into a pillow, took a kickboxing class, or even went for a run. It was different from the Kübler-Ross cycle because they always skipped over bargaining and ended up with depression.

The lost, empty feeling sank deep inside. No hope, just despair.

His first love had been Math, but he knew the probability of coming back from this was 0 just from the way she looked at him: like he wasn’t, and had never been, someone she loved. All the brilliant ideas he had been dreaming up to earn her back felt delusional.

“Yes, Spencer, I can.” She assured him, tugging on the strap of her handbag. “You left first.”

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juria9090 · 1 year

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Okay people. I know that Danny Phantom fandom part of this tumblr app is all over the top with DP X DC crossover and for me i think that is overrated. (Except for Danny adopting superboy which is my favourite part and i will die with it-)

I present to you guys another crossover that i know have potential together.

Detective Conan xover Danny Phantom.

Yes DCMK people. I am a menace and i would love my favourite gremlin supernatural show that has too many traumas packed in it to meet another anime that have both murders and traumas but like it really did happen.

Death x Death am i right? No? Okay.

Okay guys, let me go to the point.

Conan Edogawa aka Shinichi Kudo posing as Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley lovechild.

Imagine it people because i thought that this would be hilarious.

Like hey, why is this clearly asian child is your child?

He looks like the combination of the trio. Danny's eyes and hair. Sam's sharp features. Tucker's and Danny's intelligence. He has their mannerisms. Everything about him screams the trio except this child is an asian.

They can say he is adopted. Or they can be very vague about how he is brought to the world. Maybe danny has asian blood? It would be hilarious if the trio do have asian blood in their bloodline and no one can argue about it.

Conan meeting the trio and the family? Yeah. I like the total chaos because his secret will not last with them.

I like the idea of a happy family Fenton so no. This au i am thinking of will not have Fenton parents dissecting their son or making experiments and all. This au will have them both redemption to their children.

Jack and Maddie will absolutely spoil their grandchild. Better. Get Danielle in there. Conan has a big sister now.

Hilarious thing is, if a Fenton child stumbled in a murder scene and police all over it, the child would be let in.

Because they know even though this family is freaky, their intelligence in this department rival their most promising detectives in solving murders and all.

This family reputation is all over the world. I mean, this family has too many permits that it is even humanely impossible and is able to scare the government to back down from their back.

A Shinigami child meets a half dead human being.

No secrets can be kept in this household and because Conan is a menace.

Combine him with Danielle.

Yeah.

Big fat chaos.

Anyone want to hurt him?

Don't worry they won't be able to make a move.

If did.

Yeah, no one knows the person exists.

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2moss2slug · 3 months

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Rant kinda:

I see people wondering how everything is going to fit into s7, like the cruise emergency, madney wedding, henren baby.... But I feel like all of this could be spaced out evenly even with a shortened season (and it also seems obvious we will be getting a story with a shift between the Buckley-Diaz dynamics in the early episodes)

Like when I rewatch the older seasons MORE was done! And we didn't spend 4 episodes primarily focused on a SINGLE arc with over encumbersome emergencies. (s5 and s6 pacing will always get to me) and I feel like season 3 is the best example of this, I mean they had the tsunami arc, lawsuit, henren trying for a baby then deciding to foster, Eddie's fighting ring, ATHENA BEGINS, Hens ambulance accident which helped shift henren to a healthier place, Maddie getting over what happened with Doug, starting Micheal cancer storyline, plenty of soft scenes between Chimney and Maddie, and comedic things spread throughout the FIRST HALF of the season. All of this was in 10 episodes, whose to say this can't happen again with s7? Because I feel like we lost the plot a little bit on balancing character storylines with each other and with emergencies.

Plus, we can parallel the new stories we'll get, like 911 has done before with storylines (also something s5 and s6 lacked imo) not only paralleling more emergencies to character storylines but characters to characters, keeping a theme for storylines different characters have in an episode! And maybe I wasn't paying attention and they did this in the newer seasons, it just wasn't as impactful. And we desperately need more narration.

Just think if we have a parenting storyline. Hen and Karen relearning what it's like to take care of a baby again, Buck realizing he has a much more parental role with Christopher (I really think s7 is leading up to that), a segment that really talks about Athena having an empty nest (and please just explain that Harry went to live with Michael because of his trauma in LA it makes sense), honestly Maddie and Chimney would probably have a soft family scene at the beginning/end.

Or there's an episode about Maddie and Chimney finally getting married, and it goes over how Bobby and Athena got married fast, Hen and Karen sorta having the most experienced out of everyone, and the soul searching in sure buck and Eddie will be doing.

Montages at the end of episodes are everything.

I think that's it.

#911 abc #911 fox #buddie #eddie diaz my pookie bear #9 1 1 on abc #9 1 1 on fox #ranting #911 spoilers #911 speculation

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mama-qwerty · 4 months

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Weird Company

For @katlyntheartist / @anartistwhowrites

Happy (belated) birthday, Katlyn! <3 ~kisses~

~~~~~

Jojo followed along behind the group, and couldn’t help but stare.

She was looking at a real, live alien.

Well, she supposed that was a redundant thought. Her cousins were real live aliens, too. They walked ahead of her as they headed toward the gas station, the echidna leading the way, while Sonic and the other hedgehog—Silver—chatted behind him. Tails hovered close to Sonic, listening in on their conversation, nodding and adding something when he thought of it.

She loved her cousins, and was thrilled when her mother allowed her to spend a few weeks with them this summer. Her mother had a love/hate relationship with Uncle Tom, but after the ‘wedding incident’, as they’d come to call it, she’d realized she’d been too focused on her anger at Tom for ‘taking her sister away’, instead of seeing just how much Maddie loved him.

So Rachel had tried to be . . . better. They weren’t besties or anything, but at least she stopped making comments to Aunt Maddie about divorcing Tom and such. Jojo appreciated a little more calm in her little world.

She’d only arrived a few days ago, but was already loving her say with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. And she’d even met two more aliens! Another hedgehog and a . . . darkling. Whatever that was.

And she couldn’t stop staring at it.

But it looked more alien than any of the others. Reptilian with weird eyes and leathery skin and claws and sharp teeth and a long, sharp tail. She’d seen movies with aliens that look a lot like him, and they were always bad. She knew she shouldn’t judge someone just by how they looked, but he just looked so . . . scary.

Now he turned and looked at her, one eyebrow ridge cocked in annoyance.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

Jojo flicked her eyes away quickly, her cheeks burning. “Sorry.”

“Well cut it out. My mom says staring is rude.”

“I said I was sorry,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “You sound pretty rude yourself.”

“He always sounds like that,” Silver said as he walked backwards to fall in line with them. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I wasn’t staring,” she said, trying desperately to shake the feeling of guilt. Why was she judging Eclipse just based on what he looked like? She wasn’t that kind of person. “I’m just . . . trying to figure out what a darkling is.”

“Black Arms,” he said, and his tone seemed a weird combination of pride and sorrow.

“What’s a Black Arms?”

Eclipse didn’t answer right away. “Conquerors. We . . . they invade planets and take all the resources before moving onto the next.”

Jojo was quiet for a moment. “That sounds . . . terrible.”

The darkling didn’t respond.

“So . . . how did you end up on Earth?”

More silence.

“He doesn’t know,” Silver said, his voice soft. “He just woke up in the woods one day. He came to our house because he was hungry and hurt and . . .” Silver pulled his lips tight when Eclipse threw him a side-eye. “It was a whole . . . thing. But Mom took him in and now he’s my brother.”

Jojo looked between the hedgehog and darkling. These two seemed so different from her cousins. She knew all of these guys had hard childhoods, but Silver and Eclipse seemed to still be dealing with the fallout from theirs. Sure, she knew Knuckles endured the terrible loss of his entire tribe, Sonic lost his guardian, and Tails was all alone, but their lives now with Tom and Maddie seemed to have helped them work through their issues regarding those traumas.

But Silver and Eclipse hadn’t been on Earth all that long, and were still struggling. And her heart went out to them.

“Well, you seemed to have ended up in the right place,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “My mom says everything happens for a reason. Maybe Earth is where you should have been all along.”

Silence for a beat, then Eclipse spoke, his voice soft. “I was created as the greatest weapon for the Black Arms army. My only purpose was to ensure our victory over any enemy.” He paused, pulling his lips tight. “But all I did was fail.”

“No, nuh uh,” Silver said, shaking his head. “Remember what Mom says. ‘What you are is not who you are.’ C’mon, Eclipse. You’re not a weapon or whatever. You’re just a kid heading to the gas station to get more ice for the picnic back at the Wachowski’s. Lighten up.”

The darkling turned to scowl at his brother. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Then stop being a dork,” Silver said, sticking his tongue out.

“You’re the dork.” Eclipse’s forked tongue poked out in return.

“If you dorks are done complimenting each other back there,” Sonic called as they neared the gas station doors, “we’re here. Let’s grab what we need and get back. I needs me some chili dogs.”

~X~X~X~

The crew filed into the gas station, and Knuckles assumed the role of taskmaster. He held the short list of what they needed, while Tails held the money. The three split up and went to fetch their assigned item, while Silver and Eclipse took off in opposite directions. Silver had found a display of plushies, petting the softest of them as he browsed.

Jojo kind of didn’t know what to do with herself, so she followed Eclipse. The darkling sniffed at the beef jerky display, wrinkling his muzzle and uttering “Stale” at her questioning look. Then he flicked his claws over some keychain displays, before heading toward the slushie machine.

Eclipse came to a stop before he reached the machine, and seemed to think about something. He turned, heading to the rotating hot dogs, and flicked his tail up to snag one off the rail. In what looked to be a well practiced move, he brought his tail around and popped the meat into his mouth, tearing it to shreds with his sharp teeth.

“Uh,” Jojo started, looking back at the guy behind the counter watching all this go down. “Is he . . .?”

The attendant waved a hand. “Does it all the time. His mom has an agreement with the manager that he gets one hot dog and one five second chug from the slushie machine once a week. She foots the bill at the end of the month.”

Jojo stared at him. “He drinks directly from the machine?”

He shrugged. “As long as he doesn’t put his mouth on it, what’s the harm?”

She turned in time to see Eclipse hop up on the machine, positioning his mouth beneath the dispenser. He opened wide and pulled the handle, releasing a stream of blue syrupy ice into his awaiting gob.

The counter attendant counted down from five, and when he reached zero Eclipse obediently flicked off the stream and hopped down. He gave himself a shake—the cold probably wasn’t great for his seemingly cold blooded physiology—before walking over to join Silver at the plushie bin.

“Mom’ll flip if you come back with another one of those,” he said, flicking his eyes into the bin. “She says you have enough.”

Silver gasped in mock horror. “There’s no such thing as enough plushies!”

Jojo gave a giggle as she walked over to join them. “I’ll get the same one you do, and we’ll say they were twins and we didn’t want them to be split up. She can’t be mad at that logic.”

The hedgehog’s eyes lit up. “Good idea!”

Eclipse smirked, nodding his head. “Sneaky. I like you.”

“Thanks!”

“Okay, gang,” Sonic called as he and his brothers moved toward the door. He and Tails each carried a bag, while Knuckles had two bags of ice hefted onto his shoulders. “Ready to head back?”

“One sec,” Jojo said as she headed toward the register to pay for her plush. Silver followed, and soon the group headed back toward the Wachowski home.

“Your mom’s right, you know,” she said, looking over at Eclipse.

His brow pinched in a question. “Huh?”

“What you are is not who you are. You can’t change your species. But you can decide what kind of person you want to be. How you want to act.”

The darkling seemed to think about this for a moment, before shrugging. “I just wanna be me.”

Jojo smiled. “Then be you,” she said with a little laugh. “You’re the only one who can be. So be you. Be the most you you can. Have fun and don’t think about whatever they wanted you to be. You’re you. And that’s all that matters.”

A small smile curled Eclipse’s lips, and he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“A little less you would be good some days,” Silver called, snuggling his new plush. “You can be kinda annoying sometimes.”

“At least I’m not a dork all the time like you.” The two exchanged a mocking sneer, before Silver turned back to talk to Sonic again.

Jojo snickered at this display of sibling taunting. Alien or not, they were pretty normal kids, and she was going to have a lot of fun on her visit.

#sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #cousin jojo #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #eclipse the darkling #silver the hedgehog

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scarletsaphire · 1 year

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Lightning Rod: Dannymay Day 8: Electric Core AU

There's a thunderstorm, and Danny is missing. Jazz goes looking for him. She does not expect the lightning strikes to show her where he is.

Danny was missing. That was. Well, it wasn’t fine, but it wasn’t surprising either. He had been a lot more distant since what he had been referring to as the “Accident,” where he got zapped by the portal a few weeks ago. Jazz was worried. She was always worried to some extent; it was the result of having to basically be the parent since she was old enough to reach the kitchen counters by herself. But recently, she was even more worried, specifically about Danny.

It wasn’t just that he was distant, and that he was avoiding talking about the “Accident” with anyone besides Sam and Tucker. Jazz understood that. He had ended up hurt, and in the hospital, and even if he hadn’t ended up hurt, the fact that the portal had opened with him standing right there was probably enough for trauma to set in all on its own. It had only been a few weeks since it happened, and if it was in fact trauma, he’d likely need more time to digest it, time that she couldn’t spend trying to pry into his thoughts and feelings without making the problems worse. What worried Jazz was what he did when he wasn’t distant.

He tried to keep quiet during the night, but she shared a wall with him. She could hear the whimpers and cries of a nightmare at 2 AM. She could hear his terrified gasps and panicked breathing, mumbled curses and late night calls to his friends. She could hear the sound of things being knocked over as he… she didn’t know what exactly he was doing, but she knew it wasn’t good. She had left him a note on his desk, when he was downstairs getting breakfast before school. She didn’t want to pry, but she also wanted him to know that she was there for him. The note served that purpose just fine, even if he never mentioned it.

Then there was everything with their parents. Neither of them had what would be considered a good relationship with either of their parents, but it definitely wasn’t abusive. Neglectful, yes. Jack and Maddie may try to be good, but they were, and always had been, scientists first and parents second. Or scientists first, ghost hunters second, and parents third. But they had never hit either her or Danny, or threatened them, or anything that would make Danny flinch away from Jack’s touch, or avoid looking into Maddie’s eyes when she talked to him over dinner, or keep to the outside of the room, as quiet as a mouse, whenever one or both of them were in the room. It could have been some kind of teenage thing, being uncomfortable around their parents, but then Danny should be uncomfortable around her as well. He was, in some ways. But the discomfort he showed around her definitely fit more into the embarrassed teenager with overbearing parents than whatever he was doing with their actual parents.

Whatever was bothering Danny, it had to do with their parents. Whatever it was was apparently enough for him to have not returned home from school during a fairly bad thunderstorm. She had called both Sam and Tucker. They had said that he was with them, which should have been a relief, if they hadn’t both said at their respective houses. So one, or both, of them were lying, and if only one of them was lying, then there wouldn’t be much of a reason to lie in the first place. They were covering for Danny.

That’s why Jazz had taken her mother’s car (not the GAV. Until an actual ghost threatened her with whatever weapons ghosts might have, she would not drive that monstrosity.) and was currently driving around Amity Park, windows rolled down, shouting Danny’s name into the rain. She didn’t expect for her to find him, honestly. Amity wasn’t a huge town, but it was big. Too big to find a single kid that didn’t want to be found.

What Jazz expected to find less was that every single strike of lightning always seemed to land in the exact same place. It had taken her nearly 20 minutes to notice. She hadn’t really been paying attention; why would she? But after the flash of lightning struck straight into an empty parking lot 5 different times in about as many minutes, she got curious. It was stupid. She knew it was stupid. But she was still Jack and Maddie’s daughter, even if she wasn’t quite as dedicated to science as they were. This was too odd, too weird, for her to just leave. Curiosity and the cat and all of that.

The wind whipped at her hair and the raincoat she had pulled over herself on the way out of the house. It really was a bad storm. Jazz shouldn’t be out in it at all. But there was a chance that Danny was, and if nothing else she would be able to use this as an opportunity to guilt Danny into not going out in horrible storms without telling anyone where he was going. Maybe not the ethical solution, but he was her brother. A little manipulation here and there was to be expected. She approached the center of the parking lot, where she could see a washed out lump. She couldn’t make out the color in the rain and the dark, or the shape, or much of anything about it.

Lightning struck again, hitting the thing directly. In the brief flash of light she could make out the colors. Red and white shirt. Blue jeans. Black hair. Jazz froze, her breath caught in her throat. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be Danny. He looked up and met her eyes. It was most certainly him. She would know his face anywhere, even if his eyes glowed a sickly green, their light piercing through the rain. Even if every movement caused sparks to dance across his skin. It was her brother.

He saw her and she saw him, and before Jazz could do anything, say anything, he panicked. He was on his feet and backing away from her before she could blink. No, he wasn’t on his feet at all. He was upright, no longer curled into a ball like he was before, but he wasn’t standing. He was floating.

Danny’s voice cut through the wind and rain in a way that it shouldn’t be able to. When Jazz had been calling for him, she had had to scream over the torrential rain just to hear her own voice. Danny’s was strained, but not with the effort to be heard, just with worry. “You can’t be here,” he said as he floated away. The words buzzed like static in Jazz’s head. She took a step forward. “It’s not safe, you need to leave.”

“Danny,” she said quietly, her words eaten by the wind. She tried again. “Danny, its not safe for you either!” She kept making her way towards him, the wind fighting her every step of the way. “I have mom’s car, we can get home safe, you just need-” She was cut off by another lightning bolt, striking Danny directly.

It was barely a split second. The light was blinding, but Jazz swore she saw Danny’s hair flash white. Saw his outfit change to one of the hazmat suits their parents had painstakingly made for both of them, only in different colors. And then the second ended, and it was just Danny. Just Danny, hovering in the air, green sparks flying between his fingertips and eyes that could shine through a storm. Jazz did not let herself be scared. Did not let herself be confused. “I don’t know what's happening, but I can’t just leave you here. It isn’t safe,” she called again. “I just want to help!”

Jazz felt like she was in a spotlight, as those glowing green eyes studied her. Finally, Danny nodded. He floated closer to her, still keeping a good ten feet distance as they both made their way to the car. “Not to home. Anywhere but there.” His voice felt like a whisper. She shouldn’t be able to hear it, but it seemed like the wind carried it to her. Jazz nodded, and got into the car. Danny did not join her. She had assumed he wouldn’t.

Jazz had questions. So, so many questions. She was scared, both for herself, and for Danny, and for whatever it was that was making this happen. But as she drove, watching as Danny, the Danny she had seen in that flash of lightning, flew behind her, barely visible in the falling rain, she knew that her questions could wait. Right now, her brother needed her, and he was more important than her curiosity.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #dannymay2023 #danny may day 8 #electric core au #jazz fenton #danny fenton

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