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destroyabez · 1 year

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Ok I posted the fic and now I wanna put some songs that remind me of the other people in the story (mostly about how spider dies and their reactions in song form because I dunno!! Btw these include my headcanons!!!)

!Spoilers for 'a son for a son right?'¡

Norm

I absolutely love this song and the dynamic between Norm and Spider, or what I think of it. A little headcanon time but I think Norm never really hated having Spider in the lab. Sure he got into a lot a trouble but that was just a kid being a kid. He actually enjoyed Spiders company a lot of the time and as it says in the song 'Don't you wanna give me time to write another song for you?' I think that it sticks with my headcanon that Norm would make story's or songs up and sing or tell them to Spider because Spider loved hearing them, also because that's how Spider actually first got into science. It was from listening to Norm talk and sing about science. Another part is about the lyrics 'Fucking stupid and I'm gonna kill you' in this I imagined Norm getting upset at Jake, because Jake was supposed to make Spider feel at home. Norm had trusted him with this but here he was. Looking at the dead body of the kid he had told stories too, the kid he had fed and held when he was younger, the kid that always came back to tell him about all the things that happened with the other kids. He is in a fit of rage and tries to attack Jake, with a certain anguish in his eyes that made Jake's heart ache. Next one up is 'So honey close your eyes and stay like your supposed to do' this one is actually the one that comes first but I didn't really put them in order, anygays in this scene is where Norm first gets to the site and he finds Spider there dead, he goes into denial. He says "not yet, he's not dead yet" which is obliviously a lie and everyone is very surprised at Norms reaction because normally Norm is the one to say 'They have passed away' or come to terms with the fact people were dead, sure he would be hurt but never in denial. When Norm 'Says' this, he is referencing the times he had told Spider to stay in the lab or in one place to sleep (or do anything really)

(Fucking clinging onto that ONE scene in which Norm and Spider interacted)

Kiri

Ok so we already know that Kiri and Spider have a strong connection and I know this song is about romantic love but I just thought it fit Kiri and Spider! (I don't ship then btw!!!) Anyways all of the song feels like it really fits them in this situation, like how Spider had been kidnapped so that stranger part really brings into this because as far as we know this spans over a few months up to a year so imagine that long without talking or even seeing your best friend. You don't know how they have been and if they changed plus on top of that is the fact that your best friend is dying now. You will never know the changes and your can't ask because 'We don't have the time'. That's how Kiri feels.

Neytiri/Spider😱😱😱??????

With these two it was hard to decide but when I heard these lyrics I thought of Neytiri and Spider so here we are. So this was mostly for Neytiri but when I really listen to the song it corresponds with her AND Spiders story. The first time I thought of this was at the first lyric 'Baby shoes:never used' which seems like what? How does that correlate to them? BUT I feel it does because it could symbolize the fact that no one actually ever claimed Spider, he was just a stray so he never got the 'Baby shoes' therefore they were 'never used'. Another one is 'I'm a dick and your around' This one makes me think of her being a little hostile to Spider for just being around (Which is understandable but why Spioder? Btw she is looking back on these memories as she looks at Spiders body) the one before I switch to Spider is 'She once belonged to us but now belongs to the dark' the dark being death. Neytiri thought as Spider as a pest that had to be around, or a doll her kids were attached too. So she thought he belonged to them. Now one that combines them, 'I'm so lonely! Feed me feed me- I'm so angry! Pet me pet me-' this one shows both of them sharing different views on a memory, one with Neytiris view and then Spiders view. Now onto Spiders!!! The first one is 'I am bound and terrified of making sound' this one is about how Spider always had a slight fear of Neytiri. Next one is 'I've got to put a fucking end to all in all' meaning Spider was ok and fine with getting hurt/killed for others (Think Leo from Rottmnt movie). Last one is 'at least I'm safe and you can't hurt me anymore'

Notes: gonna leave this here because I'm really tired, I left out a few lyrics but eh. I'll make another one later

#Spotify #avatar the way of water #spider avatar #neytiri #norm spellman #kiri avatar #fic info

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shadecrux · 11 months

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About/RP Info

~~Short About~~ This is a mixed blog! You’ll find RP, fandom posts, my art and writing, memes, informational posts... really all kinds of things, I apologize to anyone who follows me for only one kind of content - you’re not gonna get that. I don’t have any sideblogs, so everything all gets dumped here babeyy. .

I am selectively open to new RPs either on here or via discord!

Looking to begin publishing my fics here on tumblr as well as branch out with my writing. I’m not ready to open for requests yet, but in the future I would like to give it a shot!!

If doing character asks, please specify which muse!

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Bucky Barnes lord help me. Loki, Sylvie, Sylki, yes. WTNV - currently relistening to all of itttt. ~disclaimer~ I suffer from a handful of mental and physical illnesses that can sometimes make functioning difficult. Some of these conditions incur chronic pain, and flare ups, bad days, mood shifts and so on can mess me up a lot. So if I’m ever slow to reply, or miss a fic request or comment, or come off in some unintended way in a post I promise, it’s not you - it’s just my brain. I am find with being poked and reminded about things as long as it’s not excessive.

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Ariadne Hart (OC):

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088100795236352/rp-bio-ariadne-hart?source=share

Sylvie Laufeydottir:

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088070497697792/rp-bio-sylvie-laufeydottir?source=share

Fandral The Dashing:

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088127999508480/name-fandral-the-dashing-sex-male-gender-cis?source=share

In the past I’ve written as Loki and The Grandmaster as well but those muses have been weak lately.

Other Characters

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RP Side Characters I’ve written as:

The Grandmaster, Thor, Volstaag, Hogun, Kang, Frigga, Odin, Laufey, Freyja, Freyr.

Characters I would like to RP as:

Rocket, Wanda, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes

For purposes of fic writing or roleplay side characters, I will write anyone and everyone~!

For RP mains I only like to write as ones I feel a bit confident in, but I am willing to experiment with the caveat that I might fail at them.

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RP Basics

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1. I am open for canon, canon-divergent and AU RPs with canon characters or OCs!

2. I am 33 and I require RP partners to be over the age of 18. Age MUST be in bio.

3. Open to RPs of all ratings and ships as determined by plot and chemistry.

4. Any adult writings will be tagged as such and beneath a page break.

5. I’m very adaptable with my roleplay replies! If you want multi-paragraph RP with all the trimmings I can do that! If you prefer shorter form, I can do that too. All I really need is for replies to at least be a couple of sentences and i am happy to adapt within that scope.

6. I typically write third person, past tense, but I am willing to adjust if a partner prefers something different.

7. If we are writing with longer replies, I am okay with minor things being written for my character if it fits! Such as being led somewhere, the continuation of some action from the previous reply, and so on. If something goes too far I’ll be sure to let you know - I’m quite easygoing but I don’t want to be god-modded either.

8. I can be a little shy/awkward but I can promise I’ll always be kind!

9. I like to talk plot in ooc. Check in with how people are feeling about things, talk about replies or upcoming plot points to be on the same page, clarify things, etc. I encourage my RP partners to do the same - I am very happy to hash things out, plot together or make corrections and clarifications if need be.

10. I do have some triggers and limits when it comes to RP but I would rather discuss those privately as opposed to posting them up out here. I have very few hard limits overall though.

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Will and Won’t Writing and RP

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wil write: Most things to be honest. I can do fluff, I can do angst, I can do smut and any combination of those. I am comfortable with most adult and difficult topics. I LOVE writing combat, and I really should do more whump. Most kinks are alright. Will mess with incest and certain flavors of dubcon/noncon. Won’t write: Underage NSFW, Kinks involving scat or vomit or other very dirty sorts of kinks. Might write: Darker noncon scenes (in fics, I can’t handle it in a RP) , kinks/characters I am not familiar with, really if anything isn’t on one of these lists just ask. I can write about a character throwing up or being sick but would prefer not to go into great detail as it can be a trigger for me.

#pin #blog info #rp info #rp rules #fic info #idk its just info #a lot of info #roleplay #rp bio #mcu rp #character rp #fanfic #idk how tf to tag this shit

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cj-writes-things · 2 months

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Info re: love over law

This fic has 2 protagonists, wolf and night, and a cast of supporting and side characters ofc

For the most part, the pov switches with this pattern: 2 wolf chapters, 1 night chapter, and so on

There will be an occasional break from this pattern, such as a later chapter which is written from lilac's pov

#love over law #warriors #warrior cats #wc fanfic #my writing #fic info

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jimothystu · 10 months

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what players/pairings do you write about?

I have a list here!

#asks #fic info

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podcast-hemocytoblast · 5 months

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What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

#the magnus archives #tma #michael distortion #the distortion #i think this would make everyone’s lives worse #the eye 🤝(<-phishing) the spiral #tricking someone into thinking you’re someone they can trust so that theyll give you info they can use against you?#that shits both eye and spiral coded af tbh #edit: for those who have said that they want a fic of this i would like to clarify that other people can do what they want with this idea #but i personally cannot write for shit #so i cannot provide a fic. unless you want it bland as hell and written in ieee format #sorry y’all. my skillsets are infodumping about spiders unprompted and eating chicken nugget

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hpnewgen · 1 year

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I know I said I’d post this at midnight, but I just survived a power outage with no data and I’m scared the cell service will cut out again, so I’m posting the details of Installment 3 pt. 1 now just in case.

A generic plot synopsis

The Triwizard Tournament has arrived, and is being hosted at Hogwarts once again. With Ilvermorny joining the fray in place of Durmstrang this time around, various friends and lovers are reunited for what could be the greatest tournament yet. However, when tragedy strikes early in the school year, students and staff alike must learn to navigate through varying levels of grief (or lack thereof), as well as unfortunately common human problems. Who will persevere through the worst of the worst, and who will succumb to their struggles.

I’ll start with the trigger-warning worthy things first, because I do think it’s important that you know what you’re getting yourself into:

A bigger trigger warning than usual

Normally, the trigger warnings I put in my fics have to do with things such as fantasy violence, dark (but not offensive) jokes or even murder at worst. However, both this fic and it’s second part are going to be a little darker than the first two, though they will still be rated T for Teen.

This fic in particular touches on mature/sensitive topics such as unnatural death (see the next section), mental illness, bullying and - at one point - intended suicide. These topics are not being romanticized in any way, but I included them because most are considered common issues for teenagers and need to be discussed in a realistic fashion.

Now, to be clear, no one actually succeeds at committing in the fic, but it is implied that someone (an OC) intended to at some point. Though I have never considered committing suicide myself (though I’ve had my fair share of mental health struggles), I promise I have done my research, and will handle the topic properly to the best of my ability.

It is at this point that I would link various mental health resources, but, as stable cell service is currently in question (Thanks for nothing, scheduled outage), I am unable to at this time. Just know you are not alone, and there are plenty of resources out there that specialize in helping people with this kind of thing. Please do not be afraid to reach out and talk to someone!❤️

Mental health resources will be linked in the fic itself on the chapter in which the implication occurs.

There will be a body count

I’m not gonna say how many people die, but let me assure you that the death toll is limited to OCs and minor characters who die off camera (ex: This is kind of a spoiler, but Dolohov - the Death Eater who briefly escaped Azkaban in Forbidden Love - is said to have died from a Wizarding variant of COVID at some point).

Some deaths will happen and you’ll probably just be like “Oh, that kinda sucks” when they happen, but there are a scattered few that may leave a mark emotionally. Those few hard-hitting deaths will be OCs (I don’t have the heart to kill off any more canon characters in that way).

Now for the non-triggering stuff:

Life at Ilvermorny

This more so applies to part two, but readers will get a taste of what life is - or was - like at Ilvermorny through the lense of some of it’s students and - quite notably - it’s new Headmaster, a thirty-five year old man from Texas named Lewis Drew. Lewis used to be the Charms professor at the school, but moved up to the position of Headmaster after the former headmistress, Karen Dillion - erm - “retired early” (her name is “Karen”, so you can take a good guess at what really happened to her). He’s the kind of professor whom everybody loves for being so cool and laid back. In both parts of the fic, we will see him navigate through the power and responsibilities that come with his new position.

NEVILLE’S IN THE FIC! I REPEAT: NEVILLE’S IN THE FIC!

Both parts will take place over the course of a school year, as opposed to just a few days. Thus, you will get your first glimpse of Neville Longbottom as the school’s Herbology professor.

Representation Matters

The characters in this fic vary in attributes such as race, religion, sexual orientation and gender identity (suck it, J.K. Rowling!). Thus, you will get to see these characters fleshed out as individuals (whose attributes are not their whole personality because we’ve seen enough of that in media), as well as non-heterosexual relationships (I normally don’t do ship content on this blog, but stan Lorcan/Hugo for clear skin😌✨… That’s not the only non-hetero relationship tho I promise).

I would add more, but I think I’ve hit the word limit. Happy New Year!

#harry potter next gen #harry potter next generation #harry potter #fic info #I promise it’s not as heavy as it sounds

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helfenundwehrenwrites · 2 years

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I am so excited! I finished one of my zine pieces (it is a continuation of a Prussia/Prussia fic universe that my friend and I have been Rping for over 6 years) and I’m starting in on my other zine piece focusing on Sailor Moon, kawaii culture, and nyo!Japan! In the coming weeks, I’ll post little bits here and there of my Pru/Pru fic. And link to the first one I did that my partner got to read first and add anything I may have missed in the characterization of their Prussia!

#excuse typos I am sick #fan zine #fic info #soon I will bless you all with my writing

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luxaofhesperides · 5 months

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Ghostlights where Phantom saves Duke or the Signal, and a week later (at a Wayne gala or some other place) Duke recognizes the light/aura coming from Danny

Putting off gala prep was perhaps not the best plan. Duke spent the past month insisting that everything is fine and he has it under control. Duke is also a lying liar who lies, and now he’s frantically trying to pick up his suit in time to get it dry cleaned and altered as necessary.

Alfred would be disappointed in him, but in Duke’s defense, he had to go out of town on a mission to bust a growing drug cartel, and then spent half a week visiting a shelter for metas on the run (unofficial and hidden away) to help everyone find new homes and learn to control their powers. These things take time!

Unfortunately, gala prep also takes time, and since it’s a charity gala for funding the education of every Gothamite student, it’s not one he can slip out of. The entire family is being strong-armed into attending and not making a scene until the donation period in the first half is over.

Duke knows he’s not the only one who’s scrambling to get ready for a gala that’s taking place in three days, but they’re not helping him, so it feels like he’s the only one messing up.

“Sorry!” he calls behind him as he sprints through a group of people.

He could have asked someone to drive him, but he knows they’re all busy and doesn’t want his own poor time management to cause problems for anyone else. Even though he’s sure Bruce is looking for an excuse to get out of a mandatory Wayne Enterprises board meeting that both Lucius and Tim dragged him to.

RIP Bruce. He will be missed.

The Diamond District is full of people walking the streets, sprinting between parked cars and waiting for their rides. They’re all dressed nicely, making him feel out of place. It’s a feeling that’s never left him since he joined the Waynes but it’s particularly bad when he’s left to navigate these spaces alone. Rich people and socialites are a different kind of human, one that Duke doesn’t care to understand; there’s greed in all of them, turning them heartless, and they can give as much as they want to charity but it won’t change the fact that all they do is a performance to make people like them, rather than a desire to do anything good.

The sooner this is over, the better. He keeps going, hoping that he can still make it to his appointment with the tailor. Alfred recommended the store, then set up the appointment, so all Duke has to do is trust their judgment as they get him fitted. He’s still got twenty minutes until the scheduled time, but some unspoken rule makes it so he has to show up fifteen minutes early for better service or risk being turned away and told to reschedule.

Duke slows to a walk when he catches sight of the store, the trying to catch his breath and look more composed before he reaches the door. He takes a moment to straighten his clothes a bit, then opens the door and steps in.

The bell jingles pleasantly above his head. The store is empty of any other customers, and the employee at the front counter looks up with a plastered on smile.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” she says, then looks down at her phone and types something out before placing it under the counter. A tablet comes out instead and she swipes through a few screens, then sets it down and look at Duke again. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I have an appointment? For a suit fitting. Under the name Thomas.”

She taps on the screen for a minute, then nods and gives him another customer service smile. “Alright, I’ll go ahead and grab the tailor. They’ll be out with your suit soon. Please, feel free to take a seat or browse some of our suits. We just recently got a new collection in from Italy.”

“Sure, thanks. I’ll just… be here, I guess.”

The employee takes her tablet and disappears through a door, leaving him alone in the store. He doesn’t want to sit down, not while his heart is still trying to settle from his sprint through half of Diamond District, so Duke wanders around the neat stacks of dress shirts and vests, pants and belts and shoes lined up neatly against the walls.

He takes a moment to shoot Alfred a text that he’s at the tailor for his fitting appointment. Steph’s sent him a long string of videos online, and he’s just about to go through them when the bell rings again.

Duke glances up and watches a guy walk into the store. He looks around, makes eye contact with Duke, then quickly looks down, taking a seat by the door.

Probably another upper class citizen uncomfortable with the fact that someone in jeans and a hoodie is shopping for suits. Shaking his head lightly, Duke wanders deeper into the store to get some distance between them so they could ignore each other more easily. It’s only until the tailor comes out, and then he can go to a fitting room and be done with this whole thing, so Duke resigns himself to suffering through the tense silence.

How long is he even supposed to wait? He can only look at clothes in one of three colors before he gets bored.

He goes to another rack, trying to see if he can notice anything different about these shirts.

And then he hears a shoe scuff against the floor behind him. He tenses up, but before he can turn around, a belt is wound around his throat, pulling him back and choking him.

Duke drops his weight, tucking his chin and gets a hand against the inside of the belt to try to push it away. His back hits someone’s chest and he’s trapped, focused on trying not to be choked to death while also keeping his vigilante abilities and meta powers secret.

More footsteps come from behind, and a soaked cloth is pressed against his nose and mouth.

Chloroform, he realizes, familiar with the smell from Bruce’s training. But training isn’t enough to keep him from being knocked out, and he quickly slips away from the waking world, falling to the ground.

Just before he passes out completely, he hears the employee who greeted him say, “I’m not sure how much Wayne would be willing to pay for him, but let’s start high and negotiate lower. New kid can’t possibly be worth that much…”

Duke wakes up groggily, memories of what happened quickly snapping into place. He’s too out of it still to get up, but he’s awake enough to be offended. Sure he’s the new kid, and barely even a Wayne, but he’s still worth a lot!

Kidnappers these days. So rude.

He doesn’t hear anyone around him, and it feels like he’s lying on a cold concrete floor. Basement, maybe? Warehouse? Storage unit tucked away somewhere? There’s nothing much to see when Duke is able to open his eyes, squinting bareilly at his surroundings. His arms are tied behind him, wrists bound, but they left his legs alone.

If he could just hit the panic button on his bracelet…

Duke wiggles around, fighting through the lingering effects of Chloroform, and manages to sit up. If he strains his hearing, he thinks he can hear voices outside of the empty room he’s been left in. There’s a window high up, too high for a normal person to reach without help, but if he can use the shadows to travel through it, then he may be able to escape on his own.

First things first: he needs to free his hands before anyone comes in to check on him.

They used zip ties on him, which is inconvenient. He’s learned how to get out of them, but it’s difficult enough without being drugged and having to do it behind his back.

He’s feeling the zip ties bite into his wrists just as there’s a crash from outside the room. His kidnappers yell, alarmed, and are quickly silenced. That’s rarely ever a good sign. Duke renews his efforts to escape, ignore the pain in pushing against his binds like this.

The door opens. Duke hears the small click of a lock disengaging and freezes. Then he gets to his feet, still unsteady, and prepares to ram his head into anyone who comes near him like some sort of deranged battering ram, or a drunk raging bull.

Duke is ready for the worst: a gang hoping to steal away a Wayne hostage, a Rogue, Gnomon popping in to cause trouble for the sole purpose of getting on Duke’s nerve.

He’s not expecting another teenage boy, who is literally glowing, to poke his head in and zero in on Duke. He blinks, then smiles; it’s friendly and sincere, nothing like the employee who helped kidnap him.

“Hey!” he says, coming into the room properly. He’s floating a good foot off the ground, eyes a bright neon green, with white hair that sways as if he’s underwater. “Are you okay? I saw them drag you out of the back of the store and followed them, but I got a bit lost. Sorry for taking so long to get here.”

“...It’s fine?” Duke offers, trying to wrap his head around what’s happening. “I wasn’t expecting a rescue so soon, anyways. Think you can help me out here?”

“Yeah, of course!” he flies closer, then drops down to the ground behind Duke. He hums lightly under his breath, and then Duke feels a cold touch on his wrist and the zip ties are suddenly gone.

Duke blinks, then brings his arms in front of him. He moves around a bit to make sure he’s not hallucination, and sure enough, he’s free and unbound because a random meta teenager vanished the zip ties into the ether, or something.

“Thanks, man. Any idea where we are?”

“Not a clue. I got lost coming here, and I was following them. I don’t think you should trust any directions I give.”

“Fair enough,” Duke laughs. “I’m Duke, by the way.”

“Phantom.”

“Well, thanks for the save, Phantom. Can I treat you to something?”

“Like, coffee?”

“Sure. Or brunch, or ice cream. Whatever you want, really.”

Phantom considers it for a moment, then shakes his head. “Sorry, I would love to but going out in public looking like this,” he gestures to himself, “Is not a great idea. Thanks for the offer though. You got a ride?”

Duke pats his pockets, then sighs. “My phone’s gone. I still have my wallet, though.”

“I fly you to someplace you can call someone, if you’d like.”

“You sure? I could probably just walk out of here and call a taxi.”

“I don’t think walking around by yourself after being kidnapped is a great idea,” Phantom says, doubtfully. “Seriously, let me fly you.”

He should just hit the panic button and wait for someone to show up to get him. He shouldn’t go to some unknown location with a meta he literally just met.

But, you know what? No one else can say they got kidnapped twice in one day, so Duke nods and says, “Sure, sweep me off my feet, Phantom. You gotta commit to this rescue.”

Phantom laughs. And then he does sweep Duke off his feet into a princess carry with a cheeky grin and flies them out the building, which turns out to be an abandoned apartment building slated for demolition.

“Keep this up and you’ll be replacing Superman in no time,” Duke jokes.

“I think I could manage it,” Phantom replies thoughtfully. “I mean, I’m already prettier than him, don’t you think?”

“Oh, definitely. The glow really brings out your eyes.”

Phantom gets him a few blocks away when Duke recognizes where they are, and quickly directs him into Crime Alley. They land on top of one of Jason’s safe houses, and while he’s sure there’s enough security to take out a SWAT Team, that’s absolutely not going to stop him from breaking in to use one of Jason’s burner phones and eat his leftovers.

He’s set down on his feet gently, and as soon as Phantom sees that he’s fine, able to walk and everything, he floats back up, just out of reach.

“Be careful, okay?” he says, getting ready to leave.

“I’ll do my best. Hey, are you gonna be in Gotham for a while, or…?”

Phantom gives him a tired smile. “Nah. I’m just passing through. As long as my luck doesn’t get even worse, then I should be out of here in a few days.”

“Shame,” Duke says, giving Phantom a very visible once over. He’s pretty tall, and Duke can see some muscle on him, and the tight black outfit really adds to his look. The glow that comes out of his chest makes him look ethereal and Duke is beyond glad that he got such a charming rescuer.

Phantom doesn’t blush like a normal person. He glows brighter instead, curling into himself a bit as he looks away, unable to stop the smile from growing on his face.

“I guess,” he shrugs. “Are you really going to be alright from here?”

“Yeah, man, I have a friend who lives here. I’ll just bother him until he agrees to give me a ride.”

“Alright.” Phantom drifts away, glancing behind him before turning back to Duke. “I’ll get going then. Take care, Duke!”

Duke waves and watches as Phantom begins to fly away. Then Phantom… disappears? Or rather, his body does but Duke can see an orb of light making its way across Gotham, almost like a star fallen from the sky.

He stays on the roof until the light is long gone. When he’s finally ready to go in and steal from Jason, the sun has completely set.

And he still doesn’t have his suit.

Duke sighs, and mentally prepares himself to other day of stressing out about the gala.

Three days of stress and last minute scrambling leave Duke in the Gotham Museum of Modern Art with Steph, Tim, Cass, and Damian. They’re hiding in the photography gallery to avoid other guests, taking a break from being polite and letting thinly veiled, passive aggressive insults slide over them.

“How much longer must we suffer this before we can go?” Damian grumbles, looking like he’s do anything to get his hands on a blade. Which, considering how many people tried to either pinch his cheeks are say some racist remark about him and his mother, is totally fair. Duke would just punch them, but sometimes a little drama helped get the message across.

“At least two more hours,” Tim says, not bothering to look up from his phone. From what few glimpses of the screen Duke caught, he’s leading a Titans missions through text and clever hacking. Though it may be more accurate to call is a Young Justice mission since there’s no way any of this was authorized by a Justice League member.

Also Anita, suited up as Empress, is there. If they aren’t on the news for property destruction and absolutely batshit wild shenanigans, Duke will have to check on Tim to make sure he’s not a pod person sent to infiltrate the family.

“Think we can sneak out without anyone noticing?” Steph asks, looking at the emergency exit longingly.

Cass shakes her head and points to the door leading to the ballroom. When they look over, Dick makes very deliberate eye contact with them and give them a smile that looks stretched across his face.

Tim winces and pushes Duke. “Oh, something went down. Go take over for him and let Dick rest in here for a bit.”

“Man, why does it have to be me?” he grumbles even as he stands. Dick lets out a heavy breath and gives Duke a grateful smile, patting on the shoulder before shoving him out the door.

As soon as he’s back into the main hallway, the music and chatter swell, no longer muffled by the thick walls of the photography wing. A few people come and go from the ballroom, no doubt looking for the restroom.

Or more private places for… other things. Things they definitely shouldn’t be doing in an art museum.

He really can’t wait for this night to be over.

Duke joins the rest of the guests, fake smile on his face, and quickly makes his way to the snack table. He might as well make the most of his time stuck out here. Maybe he could even cause another relationship scandal by implying that Bruce is sleeping with one of partners when in hearing distance of a couple. Maybe even both of them.

Bruce would go with it. It’s hilarious and he also needs something to make these events bearable.

Sadly, he doesn’t see any good targets as he scans the ballroom. A few people are dancing, while others are talking in small circles, closed off from outsiders. There’s an entire table of old ladies with glasses of wine in front of them; Duke considers hanging around them, since they confess to a lot of crimes after a few glasses. It’s fascinating.

Also, he does kind of miss hanging out with the one old lady who’s declared herself his high society grandmother and told him stories of how she used to go to bars to find racist people or Klan members during the Jim Crow era, seduce them, then poison them and get their addresses so a few gangs she was friends with would fuck them up.

Granny Kaliasto is the coolest person ever.

Just as he’s about to finish his last mini rolled crepe, Duke catches sight of one of the few teenagers still in the ballroom. The others, mostly stuck up rich kids no one actually likes, have already left to take over some other part of the museum to gossip until their parents decide it’s time to go home. These two are clearly not part of that crew, what with the girl being very goth and in a poofy, ripped dress, and the boy having already taken his jacket off to keep over his forearm, the top button of his shirt popped open.

They might be cool. He’s hoping they’re cool because he desperately needs some company to keep from dying of boredom while the gala continues on.

Duke walks over to them, going around the side of the ballroom, until he’s close enough to hear them talking.

The boy has his back to Duke, but the girl sees him. She immediately scowls and slaps the boys shoulder, eyes locked on Duke.

“Got another comment about my dress?” she says, voice sharp and acidic.

“Another?” Duke repeats. “I was just bored and wanted to talk to people who were my age. Sorry?”

The boy smacks the girl’s arm, then turns to face Duke. “Sorry about her! Sam is just naturally rude and aggressive. Tonight’s been a bit rough, with this crowd.”

Duke goes to say something, but the words stick in his throat when he sees the boy’s eyes shift from deep blue to an electric green. When he focuses, he can see a faint glow in his chest, the same glow he saw in Phantom.

“Dude? You alright?”

Sam looks him over judgmentally. “I guess it’s nice that I’m not being ogled for once, but don’t do that shit to Danny either.”

“Wait, that’s not what I was doing!” Duke hurries to say, snapped out of his shock. “I just… you look a lot like someone I met recently.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. What was your name? I’m Duke, by the way.”

He holds out a hand, and the boy shakes it with a small smile. “Danny. I don’t think we’ve met. I mean, I’m only here because Sam wouldn’t come to this gala without me, so her parents flew me in.”

“You from out of town?”

“Sam and I are from Illinois. Her parents are traveling around the east coast right now, and they decided to spend a week in Gotham to talk business.”

“I’d ask how it is, but outsiders tend to really hate Gotham, so…”

Sam barks out a sharp laugh. “Oh please, we can handle Gotham. Our town might not be as big and well known as Gotham, but we got our own shit to deal with there.”

“I do get shot at a lot back home,” Danny adds thoughtfully. “And that’s without the ghosts.”

“Woah, what?”

“Up for a bit of a story?” Danny asks, impish grin on his face. By his side, Sam brings a hand up to cover a manic smile, shoulders already shaking with laughter.

This is already better than the grandma gang. Duke leans against the wall, getting settled in, and says, “Always, man. Hit me with it.”

The next hour an a half passes quickly with Sam and Danny dramatically narrating some of the things that have happened in their town. Duke listens, absolutely enraptured, and doesn’t even notice the Waynes file into the ballroom again.

Unfortunately, they bring with them the attention of most of the ballroom, including Bruce and Sam’s parents.

She cuts the current story about Box Ghost short with a heavy sigh. “Hold up, I need to greet the Waynes properly while my parents are watching.” She steps in front of Duke and Danny, holding out a hand with a pained smile.

Tim takes it first, giving a solid shake, and introductions start.

Free from the rules of high society, if only for the moment, Duke leans closer to Danny and whispers to him, “Phantom. Wanna get out of here?”

Danny flinches and turns to him looking panicked. “How did you know?”

“I kinda got magic eyes. I see a lot of things normal humans can’t. Don’t worry about it. I still owe you, so you wanna get out of here?”

He watches as Danny glances around the ballroom, then back to him, clearly weighing out his options. Then he nods and says, “Know where to get a good milkshake around here?”

“Sure do.”

“I guess you’re the one rescuing me this time.”

“Not a rescue,” Duke corrects, and casually picks Danny up over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry, “A kidnapping.”

Danny laughs and waves Sam and all the others goodbye as Duke marches out of the ballroom.

“Don’t bother me for the next two hours!” he calls to the Waynes, “I’m going on a date!”

There are shocked gasps and murmurs all through the crowd. But as he spins around to wave at his shocked and easily amused family, he also catches sight of Granny Kaliasto raising her half full wine glass towards him.

She really is the coolest.

He’s definitely telling her all about this at the next event they attend together. It’ll be nice to have a few stories of his own to share.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #theyre just so casual in this fic #duke gets kidnaps. nbd tbh. saved by a glowing flying guy. nbd. duke clocks dannys identity instantly. nbd.#theyre just chilling. no time to freak out they on a mission to get milkshakes!!#sam is cackling once they leave and people start trying to figure out who they were and how audacious they were in leaving like that #lots of people ask bruce abt duke and his actions. the other siblings are trying so hard to get info abt danny from sam but shes not cracki #dick asks jason to follow them and get info bc this milkshake date is now an urgent mission. jason blocks him.#damian and sam do bond over animal rights and environmentalism later tho. they just share protesting tips and best ways to cause a scene #once again peppering in ocs bc i love making ocs #(<-says the girl literally writing an original superhero novel bc she cant stop making ocs. as if this is news to anyone)#thanks for the prompt!!!

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