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cruzrogue · 4 years

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I know...Kinda don’t...U know...

Another story hit me! I’m putting the idea on tumblr because that is where I place my story ideas. Don’t know if this will continue or die. I have plenty of stories to juggle. But in-between writing them these ideas won’t let me go...

It starts off with Cisco Ramon from the flash and Felicity Smoak from Arrow getting to know each other in non-platonic circumstances. They like each other. It becomes an olicity story because I’m a Oliver and Felicity fan. Haha. Those two are just it for me. I can read or write them in similar situations and not get tired of it. I actually love that!

Thanks beforehand for reading especially if you got this far.

Cisco Ramon & Felicity Smoak, OliverQueen/FelicitySmoak

My idea is to make 2 versions of any chapter that I might have smut. (Clean/Smutty) AKA (1A/1B...2A...etc) That is if I continue... Well here goes!

(Untitled story)

Cisco Ramon not one that is usually popular with the girls. Especially when alone and not with his college friends. Friends that brought him along to this year’s spring break trek across a few cities before getting back to his own university.

Wanting to go to a nerd hangout. Scope the world of mechanical wonderment with a side of technological flair at this exhibit. No way that the possibility of missing such mind-blowing thought-provoking display would not fall on his roaster of things to do in Las Vegas. His boys bailed at the idea of spending an ounce of time in the land of boredom. Their words not his. He’d meet up with them at that party venue some guy told them about last night.

Like always he’s enjoyed his alone time and now is ready to adventure to the wild side. Hanging with rich kids has brought a level of craziness. Things these guys do are beyond some of the frat boy lifestyles he’s seen in movies. Just a factor of wow and unbelievable.

The bouncer takes one good look at him and double checks his ID. Cisco just makes a cheesy grin as he tells the guy its 100% him.

The music is low. Not much going on. He is the early bird. Checking his watch early by two hours. Probably should have gone to the hotel. Leaving with the gang. They bring the party. Oh well. He is here now. Maybe he can see if they serve some grub.

Movement catches his attention. Long black hair being pushed to the side. He notices she’s trying to read while hitting her pencil against the table to the beat of a song playing. The closer he gets to the counter the view of the hottie only gets better. Better meaning the anticipation of getting a mildly improved glance. Taking in those sexy low-cut boots. Following her limbs upward. Stopping mid length on her upper thighs as she must be wearing a short skirt. Her long hair covering the view to her face. He wonders how pretty she must be.

“If you keep staring, you’ll burn a hole in my head.”

That gets him to suddenly apologize. He didn’t think she’d notice him. Finally, she sits up straighter moving the hair that is obstructing a clear picture of her face. He suddenly sucks in air. She’s breathtaking.

Her index finger shoots up to the mirror off to the side. A mirror he didn’t catch until now.

“The mirror has failed your gawking ways.” Her lips are pressed to a thin line but there is mirth in her eyes. She knows he won’t be able to tell she’s amused.

“Sorry.” He mutters now totally embarrassed. Serves him right for ogling.

“The club isn’t really open for dancing yet. What brings you in? Not the stale pretzels I hope.”

“I’m super early. I just came from the conservatory of Mechanical Engineering exhibit that was hosted this week and well I couldn’t say no to…”

“Being that guy that drools over numbers.”

A part of him deflates. This hot chick thinks he’s a loser, “Yea. I’m that geek.”

“Well then. It’s a safe bet to get the tenders, onion rings, and maybe apple crisp if you have a sweet tooth.”

“So no on the pretzels?” He smiles because just maybe he has a shot with this beauty. “What about the nut selection?”

“Both are probably salty. You know. It gets you to drink more. Though if you want to handle any certain number of nuts that they serve. I won’t be able to enjoy talking to you further.”

“Oh! You don’t like them? Or do you have some food intolerance to pine nuts?”

She gives him a sly smile, “Seems like the only nuts I can’t handle.”

His mind is quick and it makes him have a goldfish moment. They aren’t even arguing except his mind is screaming. Opening and closing his mouth to only leave it open in surprise. She’s flirting. She is flirting with the nerd him. “I’ll be right back.” He thumbs the food counter.

Felicity goes back to reading. Keeping from sparing a look back at the interesting nerd who seems to like her goth appearance. She knows what she wants tonight. She went out. Instead of studying in her room at her mom’s place. Where she’d be bored out of her mind. It’ll be nice to enjoy a night with a guy that seems to be intellectually sound.

He gets back placing the double portions of the food choices she mentioned while joining her. Just that alone gives him some secret points he has no idea about. They have a blast talking. Actually, chit chatting about science and math related situations that would bore the likes of most other people. Those that can’t fathom how awesome existence is with the mix of these two subjects. Pushing creations to make human lives better.

It leads to them to pulling out their identification’s cards. Both checking the emblem on each other’s license.

“Francisco Baracus Ramon.”

“Yep, a mouthful.” He pops a broken piece of an onion ring into his mouth before looking at her name, “Felicity Meghanne Kloak.” He has no idea that the ID is fake. That isn’t her real name or age. Her mother gave her a fake id as a parting gift as she left to M.I.T. “Oh shit, you’re just eighteen. I’ve been serving a minor alcohol.” She doesn’t correct him further to say that she’s actually sixteen. “I turned twenty-one just like a friend of mine a few weeks back.”

“Happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks. I don’t feel any different.”

“You don’t? You’ve had a few strong drinks.” She says with laughter.

“I’m not sloshed. Hey why aren’t you a little tipsy? You’ve been drinking by myside this whole time.”

She outright laughs, “Your twenty-one. Jimmy would lose a gasket if a minor had alcohol in the open like we are.”

“Whose Jimmy?”

“The owner.”

“Oh!” Cisco says with a frown.

“Cheer up. Isn’t the point to have fun? Enjoy life? Us nerds are already so stuffy.”

“Says a literal goddess. You are so beautiful.” He sees that she about to burst out laughing at how he is becoming so corny. “Come on its not just the alcohol talking. You are just so amazing.”

That has Felicity be a lot more assertive as her hand moves up his arm showing an attraction. Somewhere during the hour and a half of being together they’ve moved to be sitting by each other. Able to talk easier as the sound check started to interfere with hearing the other.

That is until Cisco feels that he may have overdo it with the drinking and heads to the bathroom. Leaving Felicity to not see him again tonight.

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Cisco meets the gorgeous goth girl named Felicity. Instead of dancing he’s having a session with the round porcelain latrine. He’s a little out of it but his friends meet up with him. Thank goodness his friends arrive. At least the two who needed to pee. Escorting him to a VIP lounge. He’ll rest there. So much for the sweet perfect dream of a girl he met earlier.

Oliver and Clive go check out the club as the rest of the party is escorted to the VIP lounges.

It doesn’t take long until Felicity catches Oliver’s eye. She’s isn’t alone per se as she listening to some guy and her lips are strung in a line of just being polite. He makes his move as Clive tells him he doesn’t get the appeal. Oliver just shakes his head telling his friend ‘variety is the spice of life’.

The guy by the goth’s side trying to sound smooth as he drawls out, “You sure you don’t want something better? I can just call…”

Oliver hears the guy’s line and rolls his eyes. He’d let it play out if the girl was willing to take the drink but with this Goth chick saying adamantly, she is good with what she has. The guy doesn’t get the hint she doesn’t want another drink. As the man calls for the bartender. Oliver steps into the game.

“She has impeccable taste.” Oliver says contemplating the guy who is being let down nicely but is willing to make her uncomfortable. He holds the cocky signature look he is known to have as the other guy is sizing him up. Adding, “It doesn’t stop with just drinking choices.” Catching her stare. He winks.

Taking the moment to dip on his chances as the other guy becomes a third wheel. The odds rising in his favor as her body converges towards his own.

The bartender taking the other man’s order first. A certain venom seeping from his voice as he gets a drink for himself only. Concluding a dark stare towards the couple as the pensive man conflicts with himself if he should just walk away.

“And for the lady?”

Felicity noticed a recognition between the man behind the counter and what she supposes is her knight in shining armor or in her case fitted suit jacket. She’s kept from gawking at the newest intruder. Her eyes falling back onto her drink. Being put on the spot she just tells the bartender to give him his usual. She doesn’t know if they know each other. It doesn’t really matter because the other guy leaves. It’s a huge weight off her back. He was just to persistent for her tastes.

As the bartender hands off the new stranger’s drink. Felicity gets a nickname she presumes as the man dubbed Ollie says ‘thank you’ shelling out a handsome bill for a simple drink.

Oliver doesn’t move to take a seat. Keeping his focus now on his own drink as he sips slowly and placing the drink not far from hers. “It’s actually Oliver.”

“Thanks for the save. Oliver” She finally lets herself look at him again. He is gorgeous. Long locks that probably are way overdue to get cut. Taking him in. She rather digs that his hair accentuates his baby face. Though those blue eyes are mesmerizing. She could get lost in them. That is dangerous. It doesn’t seem to help that he notices her staring. “It’s Felicity.”

Her name falls from his lips and it brings a smile to his face. She gets to notice he has dimples. Oh boy she is in trouble.

“It’s a pretty name.”

Her hand goes for her drink. Controlling her temptation to reach out and touch his cheekbone. That’d be weird.

“Thanks. Do you know the bartender?”

“Met him yesterday. Told us about this club.”

“Us?”

“Spring break. Me and a few friends.”

“I’m on break too.”

“Really? What school?”

“M.I.T.”

“Cool, small world.” He can’t but smile. “My new school is in Boston too.”

“You’re a transfer?”

“You can say that. So, why Vegas?”

“Guilt trip.” Seeing the question form she continues, “I’m a freshman. I took a work study program plus a load of classes this summer. Money’s tight but she’s… she’s my mother.”

“She misses her baby girl. I think that is so sweet.” As she gives him a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t take it back. To him parents that care. They are the best.

“Same question? I doubt being in Vegas while under twenty-one is a big drawl.”

“It’s a pit stop. We are heading to New Orleans next.” He doesn’t mention Miami before heading back to Boston. “What gives my age away?” He waits for her to say his baby face.

“You weren’t asked for an ID. Out in the open. Even with him knowing you. You’d have been asked if you were going to consume alcohol. Just in case of narcs. I’m guessing that drink doesn’t contain alcohol.”

“Did you watch him make the drink?”

“No. But that camera over there.” She doesn’t point. “Jimmy would never allow that in his establishment. Now private rooms where there might be a few minors he’d let that slide.”

“You know the owner.”

“If you mean know as in… He dated my mom than yes I know him.”

“Past tense. Guess it ended amicable or you wouldn’t be here.”

She nods taking another sip of her drink, “He’s got a smiling sun tattoo on his butt cheek.”

“What?”

“Things you wish to never see but my momma doesn’t know how to have signals that she’s busy entertaining.”

“Ew. I couldn’t imagine catching my parents.”

“At least you know they did the deed once to get you.”

“I have a sister.”

“Okay.” She laughs, “Pardon me, twice at least.”

He likes her laughter. Among the list of other things. He’s about to say something else when a buddy of his is trying to get his attention. Felicity shifts to follow Oliver’s line of sight and she sees another good-looking guy using hand signals to converse with the tall college student she’s been getting to know. Trying not to eavesdrop she repositions back to the original posse before him.

“Need to leave?”

Oliver responds with a firm no. As his eyes trail back to hers. She can see whatever the other guy said has made him go red in the face.

“Are you alright? You’re red-faced.”

He shakes his head. Letting out a self-deprecating moan.

“What’s the deal?”

Oliver’s bites his lip as she can tell he’s radically thinking. She can pinpoint it in his eyes when a decision is made and wow those blue eyes are so distracting.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“What about your friends?”

“They can live without me for some time. I’d like to get to know you. We’re in Vegas. Let’s paint this town red.”

“Or you can let a native show you to some hidden gems.”

“Hmm. I’d like that even better.”

She slides off her chair and Oliver gulps as his eyes travel down her backside. She’s already leading them towards the exit.

“Do you need to say goodbye.”

“Nah, they’ll get the message if they don’t see me.” He walks a little quicker to get the exit door opened for her to leave first.

“Then you’re with the death witch. Getting the ride of your life.” Felicity could make some of his friend’s words. Her goth chicness being too much for the boy. “Something in those lines if I’m correct.”

“Yet, no one tried to save me.”

“You need new friends then.”

“Definitely. That is if they didn’t also think your hot.”

“Thanks, I guess. I turned away from your conversation around once he did the age-old sign for… um… coupling.”

“He sure did.” They find themselves in the dessert heat. Oliver waiting for her instruction but adds, “Felicity?” As he gets her undivided attention, “I don’t expect anything down those lines. It would be insulting and…”

“Oliver, I wouldn’t come outside if I didn’t want to get to know you better.” She winks well sort of winks and it makes him chuckle slightly.

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neverlandparker · 5 years

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”you don’t seem dangerous at all” (peter parker) pt. 1/2

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none, just pure cuteness :)

Author: @neverlandparker

Notes: First Fic!! Please like and/or repost! Your support is appreciated. Thank you so much!!! Hope you enjoy reading.

Prompt:

-You have the ability to measure how “dangerous” people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them. On the first day of school, you go to chem class only to discover an unassuming kid at school who measures a 10.

Author’s Notes:

italics=reader’s thoughts

It was the first day of school and ugh summer went by in a blink of an eye. All those moments spent on vacation and hanging out with your family and friends seemed already so distant. This was your first day at your new school: Midtown School of Science and Technology. It was quite a prestigious high school with good programs and good students—you were lucky enough to get in on such late notice. You sighed as you walked at a brisk pace to your first class of the day, Chemistry, not wanting to be late and hoping to build a good reputation. After all, it was your first day at a new school, not that many people got a fresh start like this. It was a clean slate, a new opportunity. Well...might as well make the most of it.

To be honest, you were pretty excited for this year at Midtown and for Chemistry class. It seemed fun, or at least, judging from what you were told. You paused for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Exhaling, you pulled on the door handle to enter the classroom. You walked in and all of a sudden, you felt kind of shy, your earlier feeling of confidence had now slipped away, only to be replaced by doubt and concern as you glanced at all the unfamiliar new faces. They seemed to all stare at you for a few seconds and when you returned their gaze, they all quickly turned away. You almost sighed with relief when you spotted the friendly girl you had talked to on the bus, Liz Allen. She waved at you and excitedly pointed to the seat next to her for you to sit down in.

After setting your bag down, you plopped down in the seat and decided to take a chance to survey your surroundings. You eyed the classroom, taking in the new environment and discreetly observed some of your classmates.

You had this unique secret ability that enabled you to measure just about how “dangerous” people are on a scale from 1 to 10, just by looking at them. It was kinda weird and useless most of the time because most people ranged from 1 to 5. Suddenly, a boy that walked in with your new friend and neighbor Ned, was measured by you to be a 10! You always assumed someone who was a 10 was insanely rare...so rare that actually, it had never occurred to you that someone would ever measure to be a 10. what??? a 10? oh my gosh what if he’s secretly a serial killer? only serial killers have a rating of 10, right?

Caught off guard, you gasped in shock, causing some weird glances to be cast in your direction, and you grimaced at the embarrassment. Gladly, you casually, or a casually as you managed to, tried to cover up your loud gasp by laughing it off and turning to face Liz. Thankfully, your classmates decided to soon ignore you, probably thinking it was just something funny that Liz had shared with you.

Slowly turning back around, you scanned the room for Ned and the “boy-who-measured-as-a-10″ and studied them for a while, (don’t worry you're not stalking) trying to figure out why this unassuming kid was a 10. He was wearing a light blue sweater over a plaid shirt with black jeans and worn-down gray new balance shoes. He had brown hair complete with an impressive jawline and the cutest smile that made your heart flutter. he couldn’t possibly be dangerous right? you don’t look dangerous. in fact, you don’t seem dangerous at all!

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t figure out what could make him so dangerous! So on a second try, you eyed him more carefully, trying not to make it obvious, but despite scanning him up and down you just couldn’t seem to figure it out. You shook your head, perhaps your “talent” was just a weird fluke or something, maybe it didn’t work accurately on all people. This innocent looking kid couldn't possibly be dangerous, right? The thought of him looking intimidating was so funny you had to stifle your laughter. pfft. that kid, intimidating? that’s ridiculous.

The teacher came in, greeted the class, and introduced herself as Mrs. Baker. Then, she started rambling on and on about her life and the curriculum and at this point, you looked at the clock and realized it had been almost 30 minutes of class just her standing up there and talking. You were so bored so to keep yourself from dozing off, you decided to continue your “quest” of trying to figure out what made Ned’s friend so dangerous. After all, the boy-who-measured-as-a-10 could be actually dangerous and he seemed like he was also friends with your friend Ned...you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Ned so you decided to make a third attempt to try to understand why this kid was so dangerous.

Again, you shifted your glance towards where Ned and his friend were sitting, and this time, you paid more attention and studied him carefully. Your glance traveled from down from his chocolate brown locks down to his actively tapping fingers. wow, his hair looks so soft and it looks great under the pretty morning lighting from the window...and those dreamy eyes...and his jawline?!? wow, what nerd has that kind of jawline? it should be illegal for him to casually sit in class and look so darn cute at the same time....what holdup, cute?? do serial killers actually look cute? whoa there. You jerked yourself out of your thoughts. no. most definitely not cute. he could be a serial killer just putting on this innocent act. anything can happen here in new york. gosh, Y/N you should be more careful.

While you were busy scolding yourself for thinking such ridiculous well...not thattttttt ridiculous. no!! Y/N get a grip! thoughts, you turned away from him only to glance down at your desk to discover that Mrs. Baker had handed out lab papers with assigned lab partners. Looks like you are partners with someone named, Peter Parker. You sighed. You didn’t know anyone...well this would be kinda awkward. Okay here goes nothing. You mingled around with your classmates turning in what seemed like every possible direction trying to find a classmate named Peter Parker. You must have asked at least 15 other kids the question, “Hey, are you Peter Parker?” before deciding to find Ned, hoping he would be able to point you in the right direction.

However, before you could find Ned, a boy had never talked to before walked up to you, you sighed internally, yes! finally, maybe this guy is Peter Parker! Before you could confirm if he was indeed Peter, he asked you, “Hey there, were you looking for Penis Parker?” You were about to say yes before stalling to realize what he had said. “Um...actually I’m looking for Peter, calling him a penis is really rude!” The kid just laughed and said, “You must be new, I’m sorry you are stuck with such a loser for your lab work, anyways, I’m Flash.” He held out his hand for you to shake only for you to whip around and ignore him. You had zero tolerance for stuck up bullies who called other kids degrading names in order to poke fun at them. ugh, what a jerk!

“Then, you spotted Ned across the room. Grateful that you had finally spotted your friend, you practically made a beeline right towards him until you realized that standing next to Ned, was no other than the “kid-who-was-measured-as-a-10,” the one that you had been eyeing earlier. You composed yourself despite your racing heartbeat and nervousness at approaching “kid-who-was-measured-as-a-10″ and possibly a potential threat by plastering a smile on your face. In an attempt to calm yourself, you decided to temporarily ditch your thoughts about ever knowing that “kid-who-was-measured-as-a-10″ was rated a 10 on your danger scale. “Hey,” you greeted them, “Do either of you guys know a Peter Parker? We are supposed to be lab partners.”

Then, “the-boy-who-was-measured-as-a-10″ spoke up, “Hey-y, actually I-I’m Peter, uh-h..P-Peter Parker.”

You locked eyes with him as he smiled and greeted you. You couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in your stomach that appeared when you kept his gaze.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your-r name...” he stuttered.

“Oh, my name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you Peter!”

You couldn't help it and returned the smile. wait...he stuttered? do serial killers stutter?? either he is really just shy and nervous, or...he has some serious acting skills. anyways let's just forget about his danger rating Y/N, you have a lab to do.

At this point, Ned had wandered off to find his partner leaving the two of you alone so you said, “Peter, let’s go and find a lab station.”

You managed to find an open lab space and began reading the instructions. You were still curious about Peter so you decided to strike up some friendly conversation.

“Hey. So I’m new to Midtown this year, well haha you can probably tell, anyways, I know Ned because he is my neighbor and we are friends, and I noticed that you guys walked to class together...you’re friends right?”

Peter grinned at you while gathering the lab materials and reading the procedures. “Yeah! He’s pretty much my only real friend here. Sometimes we build LEGO Star Wars together. Do you like Star Wars?” the way his eyes light up when he talks about building lego star wars is actually pretty adorable actually. wait what the heck? jeez Y/N, what are you doing? daydreaming about a potential serial killer??

You nodded while measuring out chemicals. “Yeah I do, but sorry if this offends you in any way, but I’ve actually never seen the original trilogy. But I’ve watched some of the more recent ones and I have loved all of them! Plus, I was so obsessed with LEGOs when I was a kid, to be honest, I still like them,” you laughed before realizing what you had gotten yourself into. The chemicals you had just mixed in with the salicylic acid had just fizzed and bubbled over on to your hands, effectively sticking them to the table.

“Oh no! Uhhhh...Peter? I think my hands are stuck from that weird reaction...” you exclaimed, gesturing to the now-overflowing beaker.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Oh no, wait, Y/N! You forgot to put on your safety goggles!”

“Haha...Whoops......umm Peter? My hands are stuck. Would you mind grabbing me a pair of goggles? Thanks”

Without hesitating, he went to fetch them. “A-Actually your h-hands are p-pretty stuck, here, let me h-help..,” and with that, he gently and carefully slid them on for you over your eyes and tightened the straps to secure them in place. During this time, you stopped breathing and tensed as you realized you practically just let Peter a.k.a maybe the serial killer who is acting like an innocent kid into your personal space to put on your lab goggles for you. do serial killers actually do nice things? gosh this is really not okay. what if he really is an amazing actor, hiding his real identity as a potential threat? You sighed. ok, i need to make up my mind about this...but seriously, what if he's actually dangerous?

When he was done, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. And when Peter stepped away, you realized that he must have just realized what he just did because he gave you a little nervous chuckle and you noticed a slight blush that had crept up his neck. awww...wait, do serial killers blush? And on that note, Mrs. Baker called everyone to attention by announcing, “Everyone, the lab is homework if you didn’t finish and please clean up because there are only a few minutes left of class. Thank you.”

After Mrs. Baker’s announcement, you turned around to face Peter who had already started to clean up, so you quickly joined him in rinsing out the beakers and test tubes. You went to put back your safety goggles and when you returned, you asked him, “Hey Peter, can I have your number so we can communicate to finish the lab?”

“Y-y-yeah that s-sounds great Y/N,” he smiled as he typed in his number into your contacts.

“I’ll text you about the lab homework,” you told Peter as you hurriedly gathered your things, knowing your next class was in the Tech Wing, which was practically all the way across campus. maybe you are wrong...maybe he isn't dangerous.

“Okay I gotta run...see ya around, Peter!” you yelled as you waved goodbye to Peter, turning around the corner to head towards your next class. You walked with a newfound bounce in your step as you felt an uncontrollable smile tugging at your lips, perhaps this school year wouldn't be that bad after all. also maybe Peter isn't dangerous...or maybe you just have some serious investigating to do.............starting with Ned.

Author Notes:

Thank you so much for reading!! :)

Part two now available!!

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rebakadraws · 6 years

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Tagged by @blackpearltotheright ~ I actually haven’t done this specific tag meme before but BDHYSKBJFGHDKBD WOW OKAY

XDDD

Nicknames: Becca gasp yes it’s not even my real name, Boo, Becca-Roo, Kitten.. these are all nicknames from my mom ha

Gender: Chicka

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Birthday: April 30th!!

Favorite Bands: Kings Kaleidoscope, Imagine Dragons, um, old Paramore? Haha

Favorite Solo Artists: T Swizzle, LIGHTS..... uhhhhhhh...

Song in Your Head: Still Into You by Paramore, it’s on one of my playlists

Last Movie: WAKANDA FOREVA

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Why did you Create this Blog: To be a loser with you all o3o

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Lucky Number: uh 4 and 9 are the numbers that always come to my head so

Instruments: I don’t play any... But uh, favorite instruments?? Violins.. drums.. Piano...

What are you Wearing: .....I’m still in my Jamba Juice work uniform from my shift earlier XD. IMLAZY

Dream Job: FOOD CRITIC GETTING TO TASTE DIFFERENT KINDS OF FOODS ALL THE TIME HHH

Last Book you Read: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I never read so legit same Ahri probably the Bible pfff

Top Three Universes: Ohh a toughie.... ATLA, FMA... I’d say Inuyasha but like. All those animalistic human-eating demons so many people die.... Probably not the best place to live.. even if Kouga’s there.... .... NARNIA

What do We Post/Reblog: Inuyasha, Voltron, funny crud, cats, wholesome crud, occasionally other nerd stuff like ML and ATLA and Marvel... My own art and drabbles and crud I make

Why the URL: I came up with the username a little while ago, thought it was a solid username that flows well lol.

We Follow: 104 and probably half of them are Inuyasha blogs I’m just following for the chance they might reblog Kouga content I didnt see ‘oDo

Followers: 153 :OOO

We tag: wow the royal ‘we’ @keichanz @miss-zei @kat-of-the-night i’m sorry if i Just annoy you guys with tagging you for memes rip

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galactic-aesir · 7 years

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Dodge This

Or “Three Things Danny Fenton Failed to Dodge in Time”

Rating: Gen Type: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, I’m honestly not quite sure Read it on AO3

The students of Casper High stood in awe at the scene in the gymnasium before them. On one side stood the star players of the football team. On the the other were the three losers of the school, none other than Sam Manson, Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton. The name of the game was dodgeball and the incredible thing was that the losers were winning.

The class had started like any other gym class, with Danny changing in the locker room alone and resigning himself to another day of humiliating torture by Dash. When he ran out of the locker room he was pleasantly surprised to find that he’d been picked team leader by Ms. Tetslaff. I mean, sure he was going up against Dash but since he, Sam and Tucker were always picked last in gym they would always get separated. At least now they could play as a team. The teams were picked and the game began.

It was a normal game with both teams losing and gaining players though Dash’s side was clearly winning. It went along, players dodging and catching and dying until the loser trio were left on their side with nearly the entirety of Dash’s team left intact. Most of the out students on Danny’s team assumed a lost but still they watched. At the very least Dash would probably trash the nerd and that would made for a good laugh.

“2 o’clock Danny!” Tucker screamed.

“11!” Sam yelled.

Two balls flew in the air, tossed hard and fast by the star throwers. The red balls blurred moving faster than the audience could react but Danny, with an impressive amount of speed, dodged the balls. The two balls hit the walls on the other side of the court and Tucker and Sam were now armed. The crowd gasped. How did he do that?

Danny grinned, a rare confidence setting in the usually meek kid’s features.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to hit me.”

And so the real game started.

Sam and Tucker stayed at the far end calling whatever attacks they could on Danny (because of course Dash would instruct his team to wipe the smile off of Fenturd’s face and ignore the other two) and moving in for attacks once the ball hit their side of the court. They knocked down A-listers like it was their mission. Sam threw her shots with the same zealous energy she usually reserved for protests. She went for the big players, slinging the balls violently at the opposing team with surprising strength.

“Aw she’s protecting her boyfriend!” someone in the crowd awed.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Tucker meanwhile, would hold onto his shot for longer. What the geek lacked in power he made up in strategy. He went for the weak players, the ones who thought they were safe at the back. He waited for an opening and took it when it presented itself. He threaded the needle between the players and always got his mark. He could almost hear the sweet, sweet “EXP Gained!” jingle at every successful hit.

But Danny, he was the one who captivated the audience--all eyes were on him. His hair wisped in the air as he glided across the gymnasium floor, feet barely seeming to touch the ground as he sidestepped and rolled and dodged out of the way. And he did it grinning, not even breaking a sweat. He moved fast almost seeming to phase through the balls as they passed him by a hair’s width. He joked and laughed, riling up the other team even as he ducked and dodged.

“My grandma throws better than you!”

“What were you shooting at? The moon?”

“No wonder the Ravens lost the last three games! You guys can’t hit the broadside of a barn!”

What’s more is that he eventually began leading the balls to his friends. He’d leave himself open and dodge the ball at the last second and have it come barrelling right into Tucker or Sam’s waiting arms.

The rest of Danny’s team decided to stay on the sideline, feeling they would just end up getting in the way. They cheered and laughed in disbelief. Even coach Tetslaff was impressed! Tucker complained so much during gym you’d believe exercise would kill him. Sam, though athletic, thought the class was pointless and didn’t give any effort in it. But Danny, he couldn’t do a full circuit without collapsing at the beginning of the year and now here he was running and jumping and dodging and wow did he just do a flip like he could do it all day long.

Even Dash’s out teammates were cheering on the losers. The gathered crowd “ooh”ed and gasped whenever Danny dodged or did a feint in order to lead the ball to his teammates. That cinched it for Dash. There was no way he would recover A-lister status if he lost this game. It was time to play a little dirty. The game was never going to last forever.

Kwan went down a little bit too easy but the trio didn’t notice it. They also didn’t notice him move through the crowd and whisper something into Star’s ear.

“GHOST!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Body bursting with the energy and adrenaline usually reserved for ghost fights, Danny ducked another volley as Star cried out. High strung, senses on alert, he stopped dead in his tracks, his head snapped at the noise.

“Where?”

There was laughter in the crowd. Everyone knew Danny Fenton was afraid of ghosts.

Danny tilted his head, a question on his face. He didn’t see Dash winding his arm back. Only when the crowd’s eyes shifted from him did he turn around… right in time to see the dodgeball an inch from his face.

He yelped, the squishy ball hit like a punch to the face and knocked him straight down on the gymnasium floor.

“Haha! Dodge that Fenturd!”

Back in English class, Danny nursed his aching face with a pout. Dash’s suckerpunch left a bright red imprint on his face. It stung, but the giggling a few seats back from the A-listers somehow stung more. He folded his arms over his desk and tried to hide his face, wishing desperately that he could just phase through the floor and disappear. If he wasn’t as keen about keeping his powers a secret he’d actually do it.

He’d been so close to getting one over on Dash too! Oh, well. It was probably for the best, he thought as Mr Lancer came in through the door. After all, a scrawny loser could never be Phantom. No matter how much it chipped at his pride.

The last of the class trickled in and Mr Lancer started his lecture and Danny could follow along for once. Last night he’d somehow managed to, not only, get home before his curfew but miraculously also had time to catch up on his homework. He was still a few chapters behind in Cue for Treason but he found himself actually liking the book. He understood Kit’s situation though his alter ego was a bit more… ghostly in nature.

The lack of ghost he’d faced last night was concerning. It was the calm before some massive ghost storm or whatever nonsense that would surely come to ruin his life in a bit, but for now he’d take full advantage of it.

The class moved on at its regular, dreary pace. Danny took down the notes for the later chapters and Mr Lancer seemed pleasantly surprised to see him attentive for once. He’d even given him a small smile as he passed. Danny was kind of weirded out.

Of course, that was the time a siren began blaring through the intercom and honestly Danny should have expected it because days couldn’t just be normal now could they?

Startled, Danny jumped a foot in the air. His knees hit his desk with a bang as everyone turned to the intercom and listened. What was that? He didn’t sense a ghost nearby and that wasn’t the fire alarm. The students immediately began murmuring about phantoms and ghosts and “not again”s before Ashley spoke up from her seat.

“That’s not the ghost alarm…”

Nods of agreement and worried whispers followed and Danny turned to look at his friends. He shook his head at their silently mouthed “is it a ghost?” They looked worried. Ghosts they could face but something felt off about this.

The intercom buzzed in before they could start brainstorming a way to get out of the class and a calm, automated female voice began speaking. The classroom listened with rapt attention.

“Casper High School is currently on lockdown. All students and faculty members should barricade themselves in their classrooms and wait until an Amity Park official comes to open the door. I repeat,” the eerie voice droned on.

The students were taken back, listening to the warning again because they must have heard wrong. A lockdown? Like, some guy with a gun, here? In Amity Park? That was something for big cities. The students reeled as their teacher swore and dived for the door.

“Everyone! Get to the back wall of the class! Now!” he yelled as he slammed the door shut but a hand came up from the other side and forced it back open before he could turn the lock. Lancer struggled with the door but the man on the other side gave it a hard shove. The man stepped inside and in one smooth movement smashed the butt of his rifle against the teacher’s nose.

The teacher screamed, stumbling backwards and cupped a hand around his bleeding nose. He placed himself between the man and his students, who stood stock still in shock.

All eyes were on the man who just entered. Danny couldn’t help but think the man looked familiar though he couldn’t pinpoint from where. He had unkempt brown hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes were brown, ruling out possession. His clothes looked dirty and worn, like he hadn’t taken them off in days. He probably hadn’t. In fact, Danny could smell the stench from where he stood. But what really had their attention was the large, and now bloodstained, semi automatic rifle he held nonchalantly in his hands. He swept the room with it and the students cowered.

“Everyone back against the wall. Side to side,” the shooter said in a gruff voice. Like gravel and smoke.

“Do as he says,” Mr Lancer said through his broken nose. He didn’t lose eye contact with the man even as he motioned his students to the wall.

The students, still in shock, were motionless. The shooter tipped his gun to the ceiling and fired, raining bits of ceiling tile as broken lights spurted and crackled. It sent them running until a mass of screaming and crying teenagers stood trembling at the far wall.

The man had the audacity to laugh. “Aha, that’s more like it. Move it gramps,” he said to Lancer who was still trying to stay between the shooter and his students. He got a barrel jammed in his chest for his effort and was forced to move. The gunman shoved the teacher to the wall and began walking down the line, breaking up scared groups of friends who were clutched together. Backs against the wall, no talking and hands where he could see ‘em, he instructed. Easier to see if anyone was going to try any funny business.

Danny had caught his teacher’s gaze as he passed. There was a familiar look in his eyes. One that Danny understood too well. I wish I could do more, it said. The boy’s clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

If anyone had bothered to look they might have noticed that Danny, Sam and Tucker had been a bit more subdued than their peers. They’d been in a few too many life threatening situations to not have a level head. Still, they’d never been in a hostage situation before. Their extra credit ghost hunting never prepared them for this. So many things could go wrong. So many people could get hurt. As they were shuffled into place, Danny managed to give both his friends a pointed look. He’d be ready to reveal his powers if it meant keeping everyone safe. They replied with a concerned frown and a nod. They understood, Danny would always put people’s lives before his secret.

The shooter sat on a desk and kept his gun trained on them. He flashed a smile at them, bright white teeth gleaming in the fluorescent lights.

“Well, my little hostages. I think we’ll be here for a bit of a wait. Small time police won’t do shit until a negotiator gets here. Which gives me plenty of time to find out which one of you would give me the biggest bang for my buck,” the shooter explained calmly, laughing a bit at his own little joke. Then he pursed his lips, factors adding up in his brain. “Then again, they’ve been looking for me. Might take ‘em no time at all.”

His gaze swept across them critically. He could have looked like he was buying a car, leveraging pros and cons and options in his head. Like chest pieces on a board, finding out which one of them would make the next best move. He’d seen those eyes before. Vlad. Danny had to concentrate and force the green out of his, he was boiling over in rage. Vlad had those same eyes. The shooter wasn’t some crazed madman. This was a man with all his sanity that just didn’t care. He knew that he hurt people and killed people and he just didn’t care. A carelessness and apathy so bone deep that led him to believe that he could play with other people’s lives if he wanted because his goals were more important. The ghost boy wanted to pummel him into the ground.

He could feel Sam and Tucker tense up beside him, they could sense the sudden chill and the lights flickering wildly overhead. It was enough to ground him. To remind him that there were other people here and playing hero might not get everyone out safely. Instead of going ghost, Danny gave the man the hardest glare he could muster and watched him like a hawk.

The man’s gaze finally landed on Dash, a predatory grin on his lips.

“Hey I know you,” he said. “Saw you on the cover of the paper this morning. Star quarterback right?”

Dash couldn’t make his mouth form words so the man continued for him. “Known by most of the people in town I’m assuming. Maybe a bit of a town hero? Paper seemed to think so anyways. High profile. You’ll do.”

The students gasped and Dash backed up farther into the wall, stumbling over his words along the way. Lancer instinctively went to stand in front of his student but the gun flicked to him. The class stilled.

“No funny business Teach,” he said before turning to face Dash, gun still aimed at Lancer. “This is how it’s gonna go down, Dash, is it? When he cops get here, you and I are gonna go out and have a nice little chit chat with them. You’ll be a good little hostage and do exactly what I’ll tell you to do and you won’t open your damn mouth for anyone, got it?”

Dash’s mouth finally started working but what came out nearly got the trio to facepalm out of sheer disbelief.

“I’m not going with you,” he mumbled out. While there was no bravado behind it, it certainly wasn’t what the shooter was expecting.

He barked a laugh. “Relax. I’m not going to kill you. You’re more useful to me alive than dead.”

For some reason that spurred the bully back to his usual egotistical self. He smirked, arms folded and chest puffed out in his typical alpha male stance.

“Ha! You just said that you won’t kill me. So why should I go with you? You can’t do anything to any of us.”

The shooter’s smile fell and a dark looked crossed his eyes. A slow sweep pointed the rifle on Dash. “Never said anything about not hurting you though.”

It happened in a moment but Danny was in front of Dash before the man pulled the trigger. The ghost boy had trained himself to be ready at a moment's notice whenever ghosts showed up, he was ready to bolt the moment Dash opened his big, stupid idiot mouth. The idiot in question flinched behind him and the students cried out as the shot was fired.

Danny had been shot, stabbed, electrocuted and slammed into all manner of walls, buildings and roads but this marked the first time he’d been shot with a regular gun in his human form. It was the worst pain he’d ever felt. Pain erupted from his shoulder like a hot iron, hot and searing. His mind went blank, he couldn’t think, couldn’t move the only thing he was aware was the awful overwhelming pain. He cried out as the force of the blast sent him stumbling into Dash who cried out behind him. Had he gotten shot too?

The thought brought him out of his daze in time to hear footsteps and a hand grab the front of his shirt. He cried out again as the hand thrust him forward and jarred his shoulder. His hand flew up to protect it and he felt blood gushing under his fingertips.

“Aw, thought we’d be a hero huh?” the man said an inch from his face. “Fine then, I’ll show you wha -Oof!”

Danny, face squinting in pain, had seen his opening. He propped his foot on the nearest chair and using that as leverage, pushed upwards into a mean uppercut. The man was sent falling backwards, losing his grip on Danny and his gun. The young boy winced as he landed on his feet. He ran, wasted no time dashing for his backpack only for an iron hard grip to clasp his ankle and send him crashing onto some desks. He cried out as he landed on his bad shoulder and another wave of pain overwhelmed him. He coughed and cried out as the man came up and kicked him in the ribs before going to pick up his gun. A whimper made it past his lips but he plowed on towards his desk.

Danny reached it and yanked the backpack off his seat. His shoulder protested loudly as he began rummaging through it.

“Comeoncomeoncomeon,” he muttered, hand only falling on papers and books.

A shadow moved over him and the boy looked up. It had only taken a few strides for the shooter to reach him.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

Even with his powers there was no way to dodge in time. He twitched his leg upwards as the man pulled the trigger. The near blank range shot tore through his shin and sent Danny howling in pain. Blood and bone fragments splattered but the ghost boy grit his teeth and smiled a grimace. His hand found what he was looking for. With effort, he pulled the thing out of his backpack and threw.

The shooter’s face scrunched up in confusion as he saw the thing. It looked kind of like a grenade, a silver grey ball of metal with blue circles dotting its sides. Anyone in Amity Park would have been able to deduce it was a Fenton Works design. It sailed through the air and hit the shooter square in the chest. As soon as contact was made, metal tentacles zipped out of the blue circles and wrapped itself around the man, immobilizing him. Once he began to struggle the tentacles began gushing a light blue fluid from holes in theirs sides. The liquid solidified almost instantly and before he could react the man was cocooned in the stuff.

The man struggled, his face the only thing that wasn’t encased in the hardened goop.

“What the fuck is this?!”

“The Fenton Phantom Bolas. Patent pending,” Danny quipped through his teeth.

“Danny!”

Sam and Tucker yelled and sprang into action. Tucker shoved desks aside as Sam rifled through her pack for their medkit, it had been a blessing on those few occasions where they’d taken a nasty spill. Gently, Sam placed Danny’s head onto a backpack and her quick and nervous fingers began sorting through the bandages in their medkit. Sam was frazzled trying to find something to staunch the blood. In the end, Tucker sacrificed his shirt.

It was shirtless that Tucker remembered something. He looked back to see the class staring fearfully at the still screaming shooter.

“Hey, um, don’t worry everyone, he’s stuck in there for good,” he piped up shoving a thumb in the shooter’s direction. “Danny got stuck in that thing last week and it took the Fentons two hours to chip him out.”

It didn’t seem to put the class at ease but Mr Lancer trusted the Fentons’ inventions enough to assume it would hold. He ordered his students to stay calm and stay far away from the trapped gunman as he walked over to the trio. It was still nursing his bloodied nose that Lancer knelt besides his most troubled student.

“Canterville Ghost! Daniel, what were you thinking? Ms Manson, pass me that medkit.”

“Aha, is that a trick question?” the teen grunted as Lancer and Sam began dressing his wounds. Sam was secretly glad Mr Lancer was there to guide her. Her heart was pounding in her chest and a lump formed in her throat at the sight of so much blood on her best friend. They had never been too badly injured during their ghost hunting. Danny made sure to take most of the hits and his weird ghost constitution tended to absorb the damage like a sponge, leaving human Danny drained but physically unharmed. Their ghost hunting and high school level first aid did not prepare them for gunshot wounds. She calmed her breathing and did as Lancer instructed.

Tucker, sensing he’d only get in the way of Lancer and Sam decided he had a score to settle. He got up, went to Dash’s gym bag and began ruffling through it. The stunned football star barely gave a complaint as Tucker pulled out his sweaty gym socks. The geek marched over to the shooter’s trapped form, still screaming insults and threats and some rather indecent jeers at the teenagers at the far end of the class. He stopped as he saw Tucker walk up. What he said didn’t bare mentioning but Tucker smiled through it. Sure, he didn’t have super powers but that didn’t mean he couldn’t avenge Danny in some way. He took the socks and shoved them into the man’s mouth.

Tasting jock juice, the man immeadiately began to gag. He struggled to spit the horrid thing out but found himself unable. His face reddened with effort and he began screaming his head off. Barely a mumble came out.

Someone giggled and another joined and then another. Then the entire class erupted into a hearty laughter at the sight. Lancer and Sam looked up from their ministrations and joined in. Tucker saw Danny shake with silent laughter and give him a thumbs up. And though everyone was still reeling from shock and trauma, the horrible tension that hung overhead was lifted.

“Nice one Tuck,” the injured boy rasped as Tucker came to his side again.

Tucker offered him a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Danny looked awful. He was hard to look at, covered in blood and half formed bruises. He was pale from blood lost, skin nearly reaching his ghostly tint and it did nothing but accentuate the semi-permanent bags under his eyes leaving him looking hollow. Every shallow breath drew out a small whine, his chest heaving his effort. He looked haggard and small. Fragile almost. Tucker was rattled at the thought of his best friend dying for a second time in front of him. His vision blurred as he latched onto Danny’s wrist to feel the pulse underneath.

Blue eyes snapped up to meet his gaze, then travelled to Sam who carried a similar worried expression, her eyes watery and lips trembling.

“Stop,” he paused to breath. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Look at you like what?” Sam asked softly.

“Like I’ve already got a foot in the grave.”

There was a pause. The corner’s of Danny’s mouth twitched up.

“DANNY!”

Before stretching into a full shit eating grin. He wheezed out a laugh as his friends groaned besides him, mortal peril completely forgotten. It hurt to laugh, every laugh jostling his wounds and ribs, but it was worth it. He couldn’t help himself, not with that perfect of an opening.

Mr Lancer looked lost.

“Was that a joke Mr Fenton? You’ve been shot and you’re making jokes?”

Sam spoke up before Danny could say another ghostly-alter-ego-comprising pun, “Danny says jokes when he’s in shock.”

“‘M not in shock.”

Sam gave Mr Lancer a pointed look.

“I’d be more surprised if you weren’t Daniel,” the teacher said getting up. “I’ll go get help, we can’t wait until the police come to open the door. Are you three sure he can’t get out?”

The trio nodded. Danny hissing in pain as he apparently forgot he’d been shot.

“Stop moving!” Sam scolded him.

“Do whatever Ms Mason says Fenton. Tucker, help Dash out with his wound,” he said to the trio then turned to the rest of the class. “I don’t want anyone antagonising Mr Durlopp here. Stay calm, I’ll just be stepping out to call the police. Do not leave this room. Star, you’re in charge.”

Their teacher took off but the students were put at ease. If the teacher was barking orders then everything was under control. Tucker brought Dash to Sam’s side to fix his wound, seemed like the bullet went right through Danny and embedded itself into Dash. The bully was looking at Danny with an indescribable expression, emotions mixed and unsure.

“You took a shot for me. You got yourself shot with a bullet to protect me. Me,” he said lamely.

Danny smiled, small and genuine and relieved. “All in a day’s work.”

Daniel James Fenton rested peacefully on the hospital bed, or rather, as peacefully as he could with a neck brace, a catheter and the steady, slow beep beep beep of the machine monitoring his heartbeat. It had been a long day.

Danny had fainted sometime in between getting put on the gurney and the ride to the hospital. He’d only woken up after the surgery to a distressed family. His mom and dad were crying tears of joy and it took every ounce of their self control to not just jump up and hold their boy and make sure nothing ever happened to him ever again. It was a bit embarrassing, how much they fussed, but Danny was too tired to put up the angsty teenager act. He cried along with them and held their hand with his good arm because it was all he could do with his left arm and neck immobilised. He didn’t even have the energy to cringe as his sister kissed his forehead, eyes brimming with relief and tears and worry. His parents switched between yelling at the shooter, yelling at Danny for doing something so stupid and beaming with pride.

They fretted and doted after him as the doctor explained his condition. Danny couldn’t follow the ten mile long medical terms though Jazz certainly listened attentively as the doctor droned on about nearly missed axillary arteries and blood loss and bradycardia. Jazz and mom could explain him the technobabble in layman’s terms some other time. One thing he did hear was “extended rest period” and boy, did that sound good.

But before he could sleep he needed to know what happened and his parents and sister were more than willing to give him the whole story. He’d been too out of it when they’d wheeled him around the school property on a gurney but the combined forces of the local police and national SWAT team had the school surrounded. Apparently the shooter, named Stanley Durlopp, was an escaped criminal with multiple charges of murder and armed robbery under his belt. He’d escaped from a prison bus after his trial and had made his way to Amity Park after an extended manhunt. The coverage had been playing everyday for weeks on every news channel but Danny, too tired from his ghostly encounters, hadn’t paid all that much attention to the bulletins. The man had been at the end of his rope and figured a risky hostage situation might get him the clean slate he wanted but now the police now had him in custody, all thanks to Fenton Works and Danny’s quick thinking.

Meanwhile, the school had been shut down for the day and the next. Principle Ishiyama had decided to let all the students and the faculty spend time with their friends and family as they dealt with the trauma of what could have been a grave episode. Only Danny, Mr Lancer and Dash had gotten hurt. They’d both been in the ambulance behind Danny. Mr Lancer had his nose rearranged properly though he’d have a crooked nose for the rest of his life and Dash got the bullet extracted from his shoulder. It hadn’t gotten far, barely went through a quarter inch, but he’d still needed stitches for it. Sam and Tucker hadn’t gotten hurt but they hadn’t been able to visit him either seeing as the only visitors allowed to see him now were immediate family. Thankfully, Jazz ferried messages between the teens. She let them know that Danny was safe and reassured her little brother that they would all hold down the fort while he recovered.

After learning that everyone had made it out alright and that the day was saved (and would continue to be saved), Danny finally let himself get hit with the full exhaustion the day had brought. Or it might have been the painkillers and sedatives. But either way he was sore and tired and drained by the time his family were ushered away by the nurse. A distant and enthusiastic “goodnight son!” from far down the hallway brought a smile to his face.

It didn’t take long after that for him to fall asleep. His ghost fights left him emotionally and mentally drained but this physical, human hurt was a different kind of exhaustion. His body felt heavy and cumbersome and his eyelids drooped and dropped, unable to fight the sleep his body desperately needed. He slept without dreaming, snoring softly. His doctor had said he’d be tired for a few days due to the massive amount of blood he lost and how it was best to sleep and rest for as long as he could.

The doctor hadn’t taken ghostly stalkers with a grudge under account though.

Danny shivered as he slept, cold fighting off the sedatives, and he woke up seeing his breath. He couldn’t move but he spotted the eerie glow of a ghost outside the hospital window. Outside of it, Skulker was looking at him with a perplexed expression which fixed itself once the hunter noticed his prey was awake. He phased through the window and peered at him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here whelp?”

“Skulker. Here for my pelt again I’m assuming?” His tone was flippant and flat. If anything the boy sounded annoyed.

Danny knew he should have been scared, helpless as he was, and it might have been the painkillers but he just couldn’t be bothered by it. Even when the ghost slowly loomed over him, taking in the massive amounts of machinery plugged into him.

“I was,” the ghost said with that same echo he’d come to associate with the Ghost Zone. “But now I’m curious.”

Figuring it might get the ghost out of his hair Danny started.

“Some guy came into our school and tried to take our class hostage. Then an idiot opened his big mouth and got the guy mad. I took the shot for him,” he waved at himself with his good arm. “And here I am.”

The ghost seem to ponder Danny’s multiple wounds, no doubt filling out the rest of the story that Danny skipped over. He floated in place near the foot of Danny’s cot.

“Did you capture him?”

Danny puffed a laughed. “‘Course I did.”

The ghost shook his head, “You are a worthy opponent, ghost boy, but your morals make you weak. Look at you, you’re utterly helpless!”

He scoffed and made to phase back outside.

That got Danny's attention. “Hey where are you going? Aren’t you going to, you know, try and kill me and put me on your mantelpiece?”

Skulker laughed. “I can’t possibly hang a pelt with so many injuries on them! It would be unsightly, not to mention the mark it would put on my reputation! No, ghost boy, I hunt you for the thrill of the sport. You’re no use to me like this. I guess I’ll just need to wait until you heal to hunt you again.”

Before he could say anything the specter flew away with a final “until next time whelp!”

Danny was, to put it mildly, horribly confused. What was the guy’s angle? He was definitely faking. That macho laugh at the end there wasn’t fooling anyone but what could he be hiding?

He mulled it over for a bit but the exhaustion won over in the end. Besides, he thought as his eyelids drooped further and further down, Team Phantom could deal with whatever mischief the ghost had planned for now. Content that Amity Park was still safe, he fell asleep.

Danny was cleared for release the day after. The doctor explained to his parents that he wasn’t allowed to do any strenuous activity for three weeks and they recommended bed rest for the first week. Though the doctor said that knowing full well that it probably wasn’t going to happen. When she had walked in that morning to check up on the teen and she’d found that his friends had somehow gotten past security and were racing down the hallway in the boy’s wheelchair. The boy's father, because the parents had walked in at the same time as the doctor, had whooped with the kids and suffice to say the whole lot of them had been banned from touching the thing. At the very least the doctor hoped his sister and mother would get the boy to stay out of trouble. Exciting morning aside, the boy did perk up when she ordered bed rest, looking at her like she’d just given him the world. Maybe there was hope for his recovery after all.

Back home in his bed, the ghost boy was ready to get a head start on that week of sweet, blissful sleep but of course he had hovering parents and a worried sister to deal with first. Their concern was endearing but now that he was home and safe he thought they were going a little overboard with the whole overprotective shtick.

Once they’d been fended off for the time being, Danny finally got a ghost report of last night. Sam and Tucker and Jazz found that there hadn’t been that many ghosts out. It seemed nothing changed much from the previous days though it was still concerning. Hopefully the dry spell would last until he’d healed up.

They all left eventually. Sam and Tucker left to spend time with their shaken parents. Jazz left to find some psychology books at the library that she would no doubt use to psychoanalyze Danny for his latest misadventure. His mom and dad eventually left for their nightly ghost patrols and locked the door behind them. With no distractions or noises he slept peacefully, glow in the dark stars on his ceiling finding their way into his dreams.

Up until a sound exploded near his head.

He woke up with a start and a yell. The noise was unbearably loud, right at his ears, and he nearly popped the stitches in his neck as he turned to see what it was. He let loose another yell at the sight of the scene before him.

“What are you doing in my room?!”

“What’s it look like I’m doing, sugarpop?” Ember smiled and licked a few amplified notes on her guitar that sent Danny’s ear ringing. “Playing you a lullaby.”

She grinned and tore another rift, laughing like a chorus as she floated up higher to the ceiling. Danny clamped his hands over his ears, pain and noise blossoming into a headache. He did spot the amplifier though and stretched out of his bed to unplug the rock star's guitar. The “music” still played.

“Aw, you didn’t like that song? How ‘bout his one!” Another heavy punk rift blasted over the amplifier.

“No use ghost boy!” Technus shouted over the “song”. “I’ve upgraded it! Wireless! The way of the future!”

Danny’s head snapped to where the ghost was hunched over his console.

“Hey! That thing’s already broken, don’t make it worse!” he yelled, then paused. There were much more important things to yell about. “What are you even doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he boasted loudly, and man he really wasn’t helping that headache either. “We are here to disrupt any chance you have to ‘heal’”. Then we will be free to take over the world without you glitching up our plans!”

Something about that statement jumped out at him.

“We?” he gulped, desperately hoping he was right. “As in ‘I, Technus and Ember’?”

Ember smiled evilly at him. “No way, Danny boy. We’re all here. How ‘bout you come join the party downstairs?”

She hooked her arms around his chest and phased him to the kitchen. It was pure chaos. Pure, unbridled chaos.

The Lunch Lady was making a mess of his mom’s kitchen, little green demon boxes were chopping down on whatever Box Ghost was throwing at them, Kitty and Johnny were doing donuts around the coffee table in the living room. There was Youngblood jumping on the couch, Cujo chewing on Dad’s armchair, brainless ecto goop monsters racing around the house and some skeletons playing ping pong on the kitchen table with one of his parents’ inventions.

“What?!” Danny almost popped a vein and definitely popped some stitches, his voice climbing octaves as his hysteria rose. All these ghosts, almost everyone he’d ever fought, in his house and he didn’t even have his ghost powers. There were no words for the deep fear he felt as he watched them thrash his house.

Johnny came over and drove his motorcycle in circles around him.

“Surprised, punk? What do you think would happen after Skulker came back with the news?” he laughed. “Party at Phantom’s house! And you can’t do anything to stop us!”

“And we’re gonna make sure it stays that way!” Kitty laughed as Johnny revved his motorcycle and began driving on the walls and ceiling, angry black tire tracks left in his wake.

Danny took a shaky step forward and would have fallen over if Shadow hadn’t come out of nowhere and scared him, sending him tumbling backwards into a chair. It hovered in the air before seating him at the kitchen table. Lunch Lady set a bowl of… something in front of him. It was green and it boiled from within.

“Of course not!” the old lady shouted, green and monstrous, at the biker. Her voice and face turned sweet when she faced Danny. “We’re here to help you! And everyone knows chicken noodle soup is the best way to get better. Besides, you’re thin, boy. You need some MEAT on you!”

As she ranted one of the boiling bubbles burst and a tiny little ghost came out of it screeching. It floated into the ceiling and disappeared.

“Ummm. No thanks,” he said getting up.

He tried to fight them off, he truly did, but he limped on the set of crutches his mom left on the table and could never get to them quick enough. They’d just float up to the ceiling and keep doing whatever horrible, messy thing they were doing before. He wasn’t even a minor inconvenience to them like this! Some just floated around laughing at him and when he finally decided he’d use his parents weapon it was only to discover that the Box Ghost had already fed them all to his stupid feral boxes. He’d even taken the damn phones! A red blush crept up his face as frustration built up inside his chest. His stitches stung, his ribs and leg ached and he was just so goddamn tired. With every jeer and insult he felt himself getting closer and closer to losing it, until the feeling of helplessness swelled inside his core. The lights flickering around him went utterly unnoticed by the teen.

“ALRIGHT! THAT’S IT!” he yelled, finally having enough. He smashed his crutch down on the linoleum floor, punctuating his words. The ghosts turned their heads, finally paying attention to him. “I have two weeks where I don’t have to deal with any of you! Just two fucking weeks where I can sleep in peace! That’s all I’m asking for! So stop messing with me and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Every door and drawer in the house slammed shut at his words, though the ghost boy didn’t notice it. His eyes were blazing green and every ghost in the house felt the sheer power behind his half-formed shout.

A pause. A picture frame fell off the wall.

“Does that mean we can’t prank your parents?”

“Ghost Zone! Basement! NOW!”

Surprisingly, all the ghosts seem to deflate at that and started moving towards the basement. Huh. He didn’t think that would have worked. The Box Ghost sighed and tossed one of his parent's invention over his shoulder.

“No wait!”

The ghosts paused on their way to the portal to watch the chain reaction unfold. The invention hit the floor and fired an ecto beam at the ceiling. It ricocheted off the non-ghost surface and began ping ponging between the walls. The ghost skeletons cheered and resumed their game as the ghost boy tried to stop them, the beam hit the skeletons and they were sent careening away. Lunch Lady’s stew went flying and sent ghosts running only to knock into the feral boxes who spat out their contents into the air. All ghosts managed to dodge in time but the ghost boy, still on crutches took the brunt of the kitchenware and gadgets and was sent sprawling to the floor.

Pain exploded in his shoulder and leg once again. Danny whimpered and threw off the whisks and ecto guns off of himself, each toss sending another wave of pain until he collapsed back onto the floor. He was so sick of feeling helpless in front of his enemies. Shame burned at his eyes.

“I just wanted to sleep!” he yelled.

“You want?” said a voice.

Danny opened his eyes. Desiree. Oh no.

“Enh, well, close enough.”

“Nononono wait!” She snapped his fingers.

And Danny went out like a light.

The ghosts had themselves a good laugh at the expense of the snoozing halfa. Kitty and Johnny grabbed him and floated him up to his bed, Ember trailing behind strumming a low bass version of Rock-a-bye Baby. Technus had finished fixing Danny’s busted console by the time they tucked him in. Lunch Lady came up and set a real bowl of chicken noodle and ginger tea on his bedside table and the Box Ghost made sure to clean up the mess they’d made downstairs.

Because, yeah sure, he was their enemy. The pesky little half ghost kid went around using his powers for good and got into everyone’s way. But for all their fights, he’d also been the most fun any of them had ever had since dying. So yeah, they’d tease him and not hold back the next time they fought but, for now, a truce. As much fun as haunting humans was, little Phantom getting in their way was so much better, almost as good as living.

Danny would wake up unsure of what happened the previous night. He’d wake up to popped stitches and a clean house. His console would be working and his parent’s gadgets would stop targetting him. Journalists would refuse to go near the house and his mom’s soup would be amazing for once. His room would even be tidy though he was sure it wasn’t when he went to bed last night, or was it?

Later still, he’d gaze at his bedside table and at the numerous thank you and get well cards sitting on top of it and notice something off amongst the gifts though he couldn’t put his finger on it. The new ghostly plants and green-and-yellow plushie would go unnoticed for weeks.

#Danny Phantom #fanfiction #gravityfallsaugalore #Danny Fenton #This thing sort of escalated #Danny Gets Shot #Don't worry he's fiiiinneeee #His enemies are sort of nice to him for once?#apologies for any oocness

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Yesterday me and @heiligelanze were bored so I made this trash complaining about P4. Don’t read if you like P4. Unless you are very chill about people hating on it.

we talk about why p4 is not good.

#1 - Boring characters

Yosuke: Wah wah small town is borin (why doesn't he just plan to move when he's older), also homophobic in way that suggests writers thought we were too. neck is too long. Also not closeted >:/

Yu Narukami: Stupid name, stupid design, stupid fuckin face, I hate him, no character arc or character at all, Gary Stu. Boring peice of shit. Also. Not GAY Enough >:/

Yukiko: Boring. Thinks she's trapped into being innkeeper when not at all. Never tells parents she doesn't want to or makes any attempt to change anything. Only other character trait is laughs (annoying)

Chie: Guyz I like kung fu n meat isnt that quirky, (bc apparently women don't like meat?????) also not gay or trans >:/

Kanji: Almost good. But misleads to think he is good representative media pushing artistic gay man strugling against stereotypes that gays rnt tough. Actually about gender roles but not well explored. Hinted to be bi at best. Atlus u fuckin cowards let me be gay for once >>>>>>>>>://////////////////

Rise: 2 kawaii. Gets annoying. Unwarranted, undeserved crush on main character you cant say no to. (But unlike p3 game doesn't make u with her but we will get to THAT LATER FUCKING P4G)

Naoto: Too good for game. Shoulda been trans tho.

Teddie: Remove or kill. Annoying af. Tries to steal ur girl. Major mysognist (game is like lol)

Mitsuo: Insulting to ugly people and to gamer fanbase

Moorako: Insulting to ugly people. Hahah who cares hes dead he was uggo lol

Hanako: Fat ppl r gross rite guys lollolollolllollolololollollololl haha she thinks she's atrratcievew lolololo fat pppl thinkin their hot lololololololo

Kashiwagi: She's old but busted except she looks 30 and treated as gross icky old woman when real teens would be like "I wanna bang dat shit on de desk"

Dojima: Ok I guess

Nanako: Emotional manipulation. doesn't die. unrealistically precious and mature.

Adachi: Presents as awkward relatable BUT NO ACTUALLY EVIL OVER THE TOP EVIL MUHAHAHA because he couldn't just be a cool guy with a darker side, had to be ANIME CRAZY EVIL DID IT FOR THE LULZ

Namatame: Not built up enough, comes fuckiin out of nowhere

Izanami: Comes even more da faq outta nowhere (GUYS THAT GAS STATION ATTENDENT SHAKING YOUR HAND OBVS EQUALS EVIL OR PLOT SIGNIFICANT LOL) also rips off Nyx and does it shitty

Ameno-Sagiri: Comes even MORE da faq outtta nowhere and vanishes da faq outta nowhere, also irrelevant to plot and meaningless distraction

Margret: Boring af, no personality at all, Elizabeth was more fun

Saki: Underdeveloped bitch, supposed to be so sad when dies despite not being shown for anythin but bitch also supposed to feel bad for yosuke when she dies even tho she hated him and he would have been rejected anyway seriously wtf

Marie: COMPLETELY IRREDEMABLE GARBAGE FIRE OF PANDERING TRASH. SHOEHORNED INTO PLOT WHEN COMPLETELY MEANINGLESS AND IRRELEVANT. GAME FORCES HER AS LOVE INTEREST WHEN SHE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO STEAL WORST GIRL FROM YUKIKO. ANNOYING TSUNDERE STEREOTYPE. MAKES ME WANT TO KILL SELF.

#2 - Shit plot

Boring af. Crappy tonal issues all the way thru. WAY TO SLICE OF LIFE WHO FUCKIN CARES.

HEY IM A TRANSFER STUDENT JUST LIKE LAST GAME LOL. Everyone loves me immediately even tho im a lil bitch.

Oh noes murder of some random chick we never met so sad ;~;

Meet Chie n Yukiko both boring af, immediately like me

Yosuke is trash can, Mitsuo is creppy and wierd b/c gamers r uggo and uggo ppl are socially inept and suck

Bitchy girl shows up and then dies

Yosuke does1n't get dick wet (he wouldn't anyways but still) so sad

See TV world, meet worst character in ORGINAL game (assult of bear puns)

fight dumb fuckin demon frog bc yosuke is bored (wtf is dis shit)

Chie is gay bUT NOT REALLY

Boss of dungeon is too hard, someone went missing or something idk who cares

Meet gay but nOT REALLY

Chases u bc u judge him but NOT REALLY

Gets kidnapped, gay dungeon bUT NOT REALLY actually about gender and cuz he likes cute stuff means he's gay STUPID but actually he's not because gays r icky lol

Campin time yaya the girls can't cook pffffft a WOMAN CANT COOK TF WOW WOW SO FUNNY A WOMAN CANT COOK WTF WHAT TEH FUCK and also HANAKO IS FAT AND That's' bad

HOMOPHOBIA TIME LOL KANJI IS GAY ARE YOSUKE AND YU SAFE IN A TENT WITH HIM? FIND OUT AT 11

Sexism next day when Yosuke is like I bought u girls sexy swimsuits and will now shame you to wear them ARENT I AN ENDEARING CHARACTER but no dicks are wet except with water (also vomit) including kanji lol abuse (also that could have seriously injured but never brought up BECAUSE ABUSE IS LOLOLOLOOLLOLLLOLLLLOLLLOLLLLLLLLOLLLL) Also game forced u/Yu to be sexist too fuck off game

Nanako is sad whatever who cares

Yosuke wants idol puss so yay idol but shes sad so we stalk guilible peepin tom who is the killer but NOT REALLY while adachi is quirky

Rise is sad that she doesnt know who she is or something fuckin idk STRIPPING TIME BOWCHICAWOWOW also teddie feels useless so everyone dies or smth

Teddie comes out of TV and is now human and annoying mother fucker, Rise is now not sad but KAWAII and Yosuke no longer wants idol puss idk but but IDOL PUSS WANTS BORING FUCKBOY YU DICK (not pandery at all, just your average sexy teen idol wants boring fuckboy)

Teacher is dead he was dick and uggo so who cares lol

Chase after uggo game lover nerd haha dungeon is nerdy game shit lol video games cause violence right guys? Didnt u know that video gamers are all ugly socially inept muderous pathetic freaks????? THATS U BTW UR UGGO INEPT MUDEROUS CREEPY LOSER FREAK LOL

Also rise cums when you kill enemies

Now murders are solved rite so lets have celebration!!!! Girls make omlettes but they CANT COOK LOL wasnt that so funny last time joke so nice they made it twice

Summer festival time Rise wants yu dick and Yosuke wants wet dick but teddie claims all three girls for himself and they go without protest despite not wanting to because they are STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS WHO KNOW THEIR PLACE AND KNOW NOT TO BACKTALK THEIR MAN (isnt this game so progressive)

PERSONA 3 REFERENCES also underage drinking bUT NOT REALLY JUST SEXUAL HARASSMENT BECAUSE LOL also teddie stalks them lol also teacher books SEX HOTEL???? How wacky

You kno how muder was solved WELL NOT REALLY WHAT A SHOCK THE GAME HAD NO PLOT FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS anyways

Naoto is strong masculine manly mc man detective but gets kidnapped and is actuallY TRANS BUT NOT REALLY IS ACTUALLY JUST GIRL AND THINKS SHES CHILDISH OR SOMETHING but NOT REALLY ACTUALLY SHE’s JUST LONELY but not really idefk. Remember kiddies being different is okay!!! uwu (so long as you ARENT ACTUALLY DIFFERENT U FREAKOZOID kill urself)

Cultrue festival Rise wants u 2 do her in school halls balls deep but game doesn't let you????? lame 0/10

But then YOSUKE FORCES GIRLS INTO UNCOMFORTABLE beauty pagent that they cant back out of even if someone else signed them up under penalty of DEATH AND RAPE (I presume) because yosuke remains such an endearing character BUT THEN girls get revenge by forcing him into drag contest and u and kanji too even tho it was only yosuke because the GIRLS ARE SUCH AMAZING FRIENDS lol girls are objectified lol fatty thinks shes hot lolllollollooololooloololoollolololooll0lkooolloollololoololol (game designers had to stop in order to finish laughing at own jokes)

then drag contest ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww grosssssssssssssss icky teddie wins because................a dude? PASSING AS A WOMAN??????? Totes not transphobic vibes none at ALL

then HOT SPRINGS SLEEPOVER at inn because there is just SO MUCH MORE FUNNY TO BE HAD (isnt this all so relevant to plot and character??? rich narrative very necessary part of story, game would be UNSALVAGABLE without it)

Girls are bitches and think that guys are perving because hot springs doesn't tell them when it's time for girls to go? ?????? Great fuckin service amagi inn also why would the guys perv by just casually walking in??? Why why why why why qwhyw why why anyways they throw buckets at the guys and it's HILARIOUS and not at all uncomfortable, guys run away in terror and the girls are like YEAH GIRL POWER!!! Then they find out about mistake and apologize like good friends, people and normal humans would b/c even for pervin that was extra no just kidding LOL They actually keep it a secret becausE LOL GIRL POWER STRONG RELATABLE FEMALE CHARACTERS AMIRITE WHO HASNT ABUSED THEIR FRIENDS WITHOUT ANY FEELINGS OF REMORSE OR GUILT LOL (also nanako saw that all bad influence on child)

since the friendships are all so wholesome and not at all toxic or unhealthy the guys totally write this off and try to explain themselves to the girls. NO, actualyl, since Tedide and Yosuke are still such ENDEARING characters they instead decide to molest girls in sleep RELATABLE but uh oh they accidentally molest fatty and uggo old teacher who looks 30 and then fatty and teach are like cool let's fuck and like REAL TEENS they are grossed out at being offered sex because yuck women over 20 and fatty also why are fatty and "old" lady hangin out anyway?? Apparently if ur gross u hang out together, b/c that's how it works rite. such grea t non contrivences

Nanako is dying whatever who cares

Namatame then kidnapps nanako or somth who cares dojima dies but NOT REALLY

then they go to heaven because nanako is sad but nobody gave a shit narukami never cared to ask or try to keep her company isn't he just so GREAT and considerate to the girl being boderline abused and neglected in his own fuckin house no who cares BUT NOW WE CARE RIGHT GUYS

Namatame is cray cray and his boss design is uggo and bullshit

Nanako dies, Yosuke advocates MURDER because he is still SO ENDEARING and player has to chose EXACT FUCKIN DIOLOGUE WITH NOT ONE MISTAKE OR EVERYTHIGN SUCKS AND ITS ALL UR FAULT also in some endings you murder because fuck you

but then if u dont murder NANAKO WAS DEAD BUT NOT REALLY but only if u dont murder so congrats u were emotionally manipulated into killing the mentally ill b/c ur so great good job

then it turns out Namatame you know how he was cray cray well turns out he wANST REALLY CRAY he just had plot-convient-tempo-insanity-itius as the doctors call it then u talk to him and u know how he was the killer? Welll...NOT REALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY he was actually good guy u almost killed innocent man fck u then u have three chances to guess killer and only u can and if you dont get it in three guesses you get, as the doctors call it, plot-convient-stupid-cant-think-anymore-itius and thus you run out of time and nobody in the world can guess except you and even over the next three months nobody can guess because who cares I guess lol 2 ppl r dead it turns out you know quirky relatable cop man well NOT FUCKIN REALLY he is actually crazy because he's bored and as everyone knows when youre bored you kill also he's sad that he doesn't have talent even tho he is sucessful detective???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? then god bullshit end of world or smth who cares

then everything is over also i forgot teddie disappears so sad but NOT REALLY

Christmas eve sex ( i banged rise on top of christmas cake)

Girls can now cook character development girls learned how to cook 10/10 v progressive

Then flash forward to three months later because fuck you and Yu is leavin because idk and the game ends BUT NOT REALLY ashkually you can get TRUE SUPER AWESOME ending if you are able to figure out that you have to go to junes for no reason except fuck you

turns out the gas station attendent u know him? well he was super bored and he's actually a GOD WOWZERS so amazing did you know jesus was a part timer at a gas station????? NO??? That's why youre playing this sack of shit anyway humanity wants ignorance or so god says (sound familiar, Nyx??) and she almost wins BUT NOT REALLY Because yu has the power of frienship and you know that awesome scene of makoto fighting nyx? Well imagine thaT BUT SHIT b/c no buildup

for all ur xtra efforts u get teddie saying hearts are connected anime KH cliche (wasnt that so worth the extra bullshit dungeon)

Yu is leaving SO SAD WHAT ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT P3 WUSS CAST? Your friend is dead? GTFO with those 1st world problems NARUKAMI HAS TO TAKE THE TRAIN TO SEE HIS FRIENDS THIS IS THE TRUE TRAGIC DRAMA WHAT COULD BE WORSE

THE END 0/10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

#3 - ASSULT OF THE CASH COWS

so p4 is gr8 rite m8? well no but apparentlly dumb 14yr old boys were like "omg this game half akcnowleges gays exsist so PROGRESSIVE also i can fuck mai waifu n have friends" and so p4 made a shit ton of money atlus saw dis money printin out and were like $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so dey were lyke "lets release a buncha shit”

Persona 4 The Animation: Imagine the same shitty p4 plot but with EVEN MORE HOMOPHOBIA!!!!! also racism!!!! plus MORE FAT JOKES!!!!!!!!!!! Hahahaahahahahah also the animation is piss poor shit!!! Doesn't this sound wonderful?????

Persona 4 Arena: So Atlus was lyke yannao wat totes goes with our super serious and super "mature" jrpg seriess? Do u kno? BLAZBLUE!!!!! The over the top weeb fighting game!!! YEah son!!!!! So anyways a fighting game comes out with barely any playable characters??????? Great. Fantastic not the least bit fanficy character writing. Also, there is a plot b/c dis shit be canon. Dats right!!! Now you may be thinking "mmmm how does that work????" well the geneiuses at atlus say "B/C SHITTY P3 RETCON CHARACTER IS SAD ABOUT DESTROYING FRINEDS WHOLE TV WORLD BECOMES ARENA WERE PEOPLE HAVE TO FIGHT FRIENDS" and u may hear that and wonder?? "what deh fuck, wasn't tv world gone also when did this ever happen in p4????" to which fanboys proply accuse u of hating fighting games and behead u.

So at this point in time, P4 is offically dead. It is dead as doornails. but atlus is lyke "Hey let's rape the corpse" and they release shitty remake on overpriced shit system nobody bought. You may be wondering "2012 didn't p4 only come out less than five years ago????" to which atlus says "shut the fuck up and give us money" hence P4 Golden

Persona 4 Golden: Added marie, inistant failure trashfire BUT WAIT!!!! THERE IS SO MUCH MORE!!!! Added events!!!

a) Yosuke wants dick wet and will cum if he feels boobs on his back!! So Yu and Yosuke team up to get shitty dumb ugly bikes b/c they're sooooo cooool rite mitsuru? You and ur dumb motorbike p4 is the real mature game. Anyway. Then they go hit on girls and yosuke gets one!!! YAY!! BUT OH NO!!! IT'S ACTUALLY STUPID FATSO STILL THINKIN SHE'S HOT WHEN SHE'S ACTUALLY STUPID BC SHE'S FAT!!! She then sits on yosuke's bike and it breaks because lol shes fat get it get it get it get it????? Doesn't this add so much to the story??? RICH NARATIVE RIGHT GUYS?!

b) BEACH TIME!!! Because that's where the real compelling drama is!!! Anyway they go to the beach and yuckerbears kanji is in a speedo!!! Gross!! I hope yosuke doesn't catch the gay!!! Then teddie tries to molest the girls bc he's such an endearing character lol then kanji's bathing suit falls off!!!! How did this happen u may ask?? ANIME MAGIC!! So then they dress kanji in seaweed like birth of venus and girls scream and run. the end.

c) Fireworks festival yay time ted-fiya so memorable. Yosuke wants to murder Teddie bc PORN so funny haha more fat jokes also teddie wants 2 bang nanako

d) Nanako is sad again whatever who cares

e) Halloween party!!! BUT NOT REALLY!!

f) SKIING TRIP!!!! YAY!!! P3 REFERENCES!!! YAY!!! Shiptease!!! Yay!!! Teddie steals food so Naoto advocates for his MURDER!!! YAY!! IF YOU DID MARIES SLINK YOU GET XTRA AWESOME DUNGEON!! ALSO IMPLIED RAPEY SEX IN THE SNOW BUT NOT REALLY!!! ANYWAY turns out that marie sucked up the ameno sagiri fog! What u thought it just went away on its own?? BULLSHIT!!!! Next you'll be questioning the ever so important role of NPC John Smith in creating Izanami's gas attendent disguise. Or NPC Billy Bob in giving Ameno Saigiri directions to the boss fight. RIVETING DIOLAUGE LIKE "is this like the part in movies where the bad guys lair collapses??????" WORST GIRL IS DEAD BE SAD EVERYONE ELSE IS U MONSTER!!! BUT NOT REALLY!!! INSTEAD SHIP FUEL!!!! Also marie is polite for half second, AMAZES ENTIRE CAST GREAT WRITING!!!!!!!!! dont u love it when ur friends treat u like shit? then there’s a lovely scene where the dudes perv on the girls who are sexaulized and marie attacks them. Riveting. Then they all died and we were all happy.

g) New years eve. That is all. also new stupid persona evolutions that look stupid.

h) Valentine's DAY!!! I bang Rise on the da beach!!! Also if u slink with marie at all she forces you to cheat!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!

i) OH, NO! Yosuke is going to have to move maybe idk wasnt he supposed to want to move??? idk shut up. anyways. to keep yosuke miserable his friends have to become a band in TWO DAYS!!!! How will they ever do that??? well guess what with zero experience the entire group becomes master musicians in TWO DAYS!!!!!!! That's right, it's that easy!!!! U 2 can become as good as Green Day in two Days!!!! not that they ever play again lol or ever bring this up again lol. Then the dudes jump into the crowd and lol the crowd dodges thme aand nothing is accomplished.

j) New super awesome epilogue you only get if you slink marie even tho she isn’t there for 90% of it whatever the new designs suck

Anyway since the game isn't slice of life enough you can now bang rise in the movies and the hot springs also you can go out at night so exciting.

You can now force Naoto into sexy outfits against her will because isn’t it so cute when girls don’t like being objectified??? Also they molest her at the hot springs??? Also

So yeah P4G sucks ass. But ATLUS didn't stop there!!!! OH no! Atlus then went on to make Persone Q!!! They decided this time to drag innocent bystander P3 as well!!

Persona Q: some bullshit about a dying girl causes the P3 and P4 cast to meet in a wonderful culture festival crossover!! With lovely gameplay and no regression in character!! Chie always had nothing to her past loving meat right????? Also yu can fuck the dog from p3!! isnt this so believable and not the least bit stupid or contrived? isn't it?? Isn't it???????? Not much to say its just dumb surely Atlus must be done now right?? RIGHT?? WRONG!!!!!!

Now you see since P4G came out, OBVIOUSLY the anime needs to be partially remade! You may be asking, isn't the anime less than TWO YEARS old at this point? Why remake it? Did golden really have such a different story? No.

P4 Golden Animation: Marie, marie, marie, marie, ten episodes of marie, never goes anywhere, confusing and boring af but look 16 yr olds in bikinis and nude and not totally shit animation so it's ok right? RIGHT? RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! P4 at this point has been raped to death all over again and the corpse is still being fucked and they won't just let it die. BUT NO!!!! Enter p4 arena ultimax!!

P4 Arena Ultimax: B/c the first was so great, they made another!! Game so nice they made it twice!! but now the dark hour from p3 is back because idk we ran out of ideas. Also junpei and koromaru and adachi great. But guess what!!!!!! AWESOME NEW CHARACTER!! His name is sho!! He is the secret son of dude from P3, how is this possible? fuck you. Anyway he is so tragic and sad he hates friendship!! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! :((((( But never fear!!! The p4 team will show sho the glory of frienship isnt this so interesting and original and great????

p4's violated, torn up corspe now has zero dignity left so atlus decided to reanimate the corpse with dead horse dildos and force it to dance

P4 DAN: Dancing. Shit dancing. Nobody knows how to dance. Remember how P4 used to be about murder and accepting uncomfortable truths???? Well now its about shittily animated dances. Isn't this so great? Guess what we lean about the characters? We learn that they can't fuckin dance and watching them is cringy af. Also now the tv world is a dance stage because the tv world just does whatever the fuck we want it to. what if a characters shadow is a rapist, would they be forced to rape?? is that how atlus would make a porn game?? if we wanted to make a chess game a famous chess player who feels forced to play chess will then make u forced to play chess. .... so obivously, the P4 fandom realized that Atlus was raping their game and refused to buy it right?? RIGHT??? WRONG. They actually will castrate you with a rusty carving knife if you ever so much as imply P4 is a cash cow.

It totally is tho

#Persona 4 #Persona 4 Hate #Kasu.txt #rape mention

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