Danny, the 'twig' Bouncer
The job was just a temporary solution. It was a means to an end. To help him handle his obsession until things were better. Until it was safe to be out again. Until he could roam around freely without fear. Until he no longer needed to lay low or be on the run. Until he could return to being Phantom.
This job helped keep his obsession somewhat sedated. Sure, it was a shady bar, but it beat working out in the open in some other way or becoming a non-ghost vigilante and risking his human persona too.
Besides people tented to underestimate him because he was a 'twig' in their eyes. The bar owner nearly didn't hire him until he easily flipped a human truck over his shoulder and threw the guy out the back door on his interview day.
But again this was just meant to be temporary. He got to fight the trouble makers and protect customers from the rowdy crowd.
At some point, the people even started cheering whenever Danny was on the clock, his coworkers even leaving the heavy hitters to him. It was kind of fun always seeing the sound looks of the big guys that didn't think Danny could throw them out the door with one hand. The owner had said something about getting more customers ever since Danny started working for him.
Danny even recognized regulars now. Tho there was this one guy with a red helmet that gave him a weird feeling. But the guy wasn't making trouble so Danny left him alone.
Besides the Bar Owner always pet his shoulder after he threw someone out. That meant he did a good job right?
Though Danny did wonder how long this temporary job would last.
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Yea his Fenton luck struck again. Danny didn't know faces. The bar was a shady place but neutral zone according to the owner but there was the golden rule of not messing with Joker. Danny had agreed even tho he didn't know who that guy was.
Soo the day came a clown made trouble in the bar and no one else appeared to want to do something. So what did Danny do? His job. He punched the guy, knocked him out and threw him right out the door a little too hard into a brick wall. He might have broken a couple of that clown guys bones. Hello trauma, Freakshow greets you.
The bar was dead silent right after, everyone staring at him like he had just signed a death sentence. The owner had then pushed him out the door and muttered something about sending Danny on vacation and to return in a month if he was still alive by then.
Did that mean he was fired or got a weird kind of promotion?
Why was that guy in a furry suit staring him down now?
Also why was the red helmet regular suddenly trying to hire him for his gang?
Really Danny just wanted a simple job that sedated his obsession, this was not what he expected to happen for a job well done.
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Wait, does the cheating thing on the bond always works? bcs that would be kinda freaky for R!Dipper like imagine you get pinned down by someone in the corner of a br or smthng and then said person kissed you and proceeded to explode into red mist and you literally have no idea what happened.
Also, would the constellation mark be a "cursed" Mark over the years, like you would give birth to a baby and the doctor says "😟 I am so sorry ma'am,,, I'm afraid your baby has the Cipher Companion mark. ( could also be something equally as science-y like Ursa Major, Constellation Calamation, etc idk)" And you just burst into tears.
Would that mean that dipper would get into a special program(demon wrangling program or smthng, demonologist? Maybe)? Or would the parents hide it away hoping that Bill would never take their child away?
(Sorry this au is just very interesting to me,,,, I hope u get more motivation, keep writing author 💪)
These are all options! The fun part of reincarnation AU being left ambiguous is that technically any of them could happen.
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Do you guys think RL Angie would enjoy the filipino band Tubero? Because honestly, I feel like she'd unironically listen to their songs. I can visualize a scene where mc would burst out laughing because of it and Angie wouldn't understand a thing LMAO
I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT ABOUT TUBERO HAHAHAHAHAHA
yes i 100% believe she listens to it unironically
"gard tang ina mo" gives mc warflashbacks to when they were in the philipines and the DAMN GUARDS WOULDNT LET THEM LEAVE THE GATE CUS IT WAS 2:47 AND DISMISSAL WAS OFFICIALLY AT 3:00 DAMN YOU SIR GUARD I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS
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Came across some interesting discussions about Megatron's original Cybertronian alt mode being the Cybertronian equivalent of a gun, mostly because the photo shown of him and Dot is based off a similar pose from The Iron Giant, a movie which had the title character turn into a super weapon at one point. Adding on, Megatron mentioned his original alt mode couldn't fly, so it might be canon that Megatron's old alt mode may have been a canon or a blaster of some sort, since I really don't think it was his original mode was going to shrink like his G1 alt mode. Just got a weird thought but maybe Shockwave developed the Immobilizer because Megatron traded in his old alt mode for an Earth based one. Another thought: what if the whole "loyalty test" given by Optimus was so Megatron could think of himself as something that wasn't a weapon or machine of war anymore.
First thing that came to mind was also a tank! We've seen Megatron with a tank altmode before, after all
But it'd be super fucking cool if he turned into a massive perhaps mostly stationary gun (ik it's been discussed on here the idea of Megatron with a howitzer altmode, and it'd make sense in this context)
This is because I always giggle at the idea of Megatron turning into a rather average sized gun. "Most powerful thing in the universe" and he's just a fucking gun, a normal ass looking gun. Like like look at this shit.
That's an original G1 Megatron toy from the 80s transformed, look he's got the swirlies and the insanely faded decepticon insignia.
Though, I can't discount the idea of him turning into a relatively average sized laser gun if just for the factor of the heavy g1 influences and Soundwave still also turning into a tapedeck and the cassettes still being able to turn into cassettes.
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i love how, throughout the king arc, you can hear in ren's voice how much he's losing his grip on sanity. even in bdubs' latest video, he's hoarse, his voice shakey, bellowing useless commands in an antique tongue just to keep up his façade of power and control. rendog is the jester king of a jester crown.
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[DB AU Tony] it seems like Peter doesn’t go to school, have you set up personal tutors for him instead so that he may continue his education?
Why would he need school? He has me. I can teach him anything he wants.
If he gets to a point where he wants to work on his own personal projects and I wouldn't have the time to supervise, sure, I could hire the necessary staff to provide mentorship or assistance. But that would be in the future-- there's no need to focus on that for now.
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THINGS ARE STARTING TO COME BACK TO YOU, AND YOU'RE CURIOUS. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. › FROM ELIZABETH MARCH. @embodies
She still sensed it, the universe spinning around with no ending or beginning; the way her blood curdled a horrid gurgle, even if it no longer pumped to her brain. She haunted marble walls on silent feet. The place a fusion of malevolence and beauty, and Jane, despite her hollowed flesh and often unseeing eyes, couldn't help but find a strange sort of enticement within said walls, all perfectly draped and painted. She knew quite little of its happenings, bizarre spirits of muddled eras all sharing one patch of land; although the mind became a hazy thing due to submittance of the final years of her life, she was no fool. Isolated company was merely favoured, a lithe black cat scampering against corners, gaze finding deathly endurances but never remaining long enough to understand reasoning behind vile acts. Sitting, feeling, unthinking.
Where there was rot, there was Jane Ives. Stuck in the jaws of a hellish beast, taker of lives, but leaving the soul to crumble. Oftentimes she wondered what she was actually doing here; inner workings utterly vandalised by a madman's execution for warped world-peace. The toxicity resting in her bloodstream confused old memories, scorched her past-life: all she remembered of her mother entailed a whiff of perfume and a few phrases of a lullaby she used to sing. One day she'll uncover truths, the ugly and pure— but for now, the body only yearns for kindred consideration, perhaps something to call her own. Three decades would rear its date in a handful of months, and a spark had begun to litter in her mind's eye.
“Yes. I am curious.” The very first time Jane saw Elizabeth, she was positive she had moved to a better destination; swore she bore witness to an angel welcoming her to heaven's palace. (Oh Saint Peter let me in, you must know where I've been! Won't you tell me at last who I am?) Ever quickly, the hand she wished to hold, she realised, was sharp, a creature's claw; fascination did not dwindle but fear ushered the child away. It's clear the woman saw everything happening inside her hotel, including frizzled recollections resurfacing, taunting innocence of youth and marking it for horror. “I remember... things.” Honesty possessed no hesitation, as the words spilled it felt good to speak them aloud. To relieve herself. “There is a block. A... something foggy. It stops me remembering.” Frustration threatened its course, as one might perceive through her jaw tightening, lifeless pallor nearly gaining a flash of colour.
This is your story, written and rewritten, scratched out, burned and buried. “Did I... Was I always... this?” Is it foretold that I haunt the head of a girl graced for much more than her destiny provided? Chin cants, shoulders purposely squared like trying to light a guise of confidence. “Bee - cause I do not think I was always in this place.”
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