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The bad news is that aliens exist and they are very predatory. The other news is that the person who made first contact with them thinks it's hot.

This comic is my original one, you don't need to be in any fandom to read it:D

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Ep.1 - «Delicious» is the new «cute» if you're ignorant enough

Ep.2 - A bug in a jar

Ep.3 - Bunk beds, idiots and cultural studies

Ep.4 - The point of change

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Ghost Stories

dcxdp fic idea

Danny starts writing books. He started by writing down Danni's adventures as a childrens series, because she legally didnt exist and also didnt have any formal education and couldnt do it herself. The books were a hit. Suddenly other ghosts were clamoring for their stories to be told, even GhostWriter. Finally they had a way to get their stories told. a way to be remembered. Danny gets to keep the royalties in exchange.

Things were going great until Jason picked up one of the books to see what all the fuss was about. and loved them. something about them was familiar though. he couldn't quite place it, he mostly shrugs the feeling off. Cass and Steph find a few of them next and love them too. Damian has to read one for class and begrudingly admits that its tolerable. Dick reads one at random after hearing some civilans talking about them. Tim and Bruce are finally forced to read them when a case lands them both on bed rest and the kids take everything out of the med bay but a few of their faves from Danny's (now prolific) collection. And found unreleased details from cold (and lukewarm) cases going back decades. Their blood runs cold. They immedietly devour all the books left out for them.

Who is this Danny Fenton? and where is he getting his information? is he secretly an immortal shapeshifting serial killer? is he a mind reader? who are his sources? why hasnt he brought this to the police? why is he making money off of it? WHO IS DANNY FENTON!?!?¿‽‽¡¡

Happy pride!

“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep” – Mary Elizabeth Frye

Happy Pride 2019!

Danny's flight or fight response has quite the hair trigger for a few select phrases most being things vlad would say

One such being his full name a bit odd but there's a reason he always asks to be called danny

So really it's not his fault after joining the school in gotham he had been introduced to his class and he'd told them to call him danny

And he hadn't heard him all he'd heard was someone calling him danial and putting a hand on his shoulder

So really he can't be blamed for how he reacted he told everyone not to call him Daniel and he snuck up and called him daniel

How can he be blamed for breaking Damien waynes nose

Batman opened the door, catching the falling body that had come out of the tube. Glowing green Lazarus water flowed around his feet, but he didn’t care. He gently laid the boy onto the ground, listening for breathing sounds. But he wasn’t even sure if his species could breathe. The boy was no older than Tim, with stark-white hair, and pale green skin. The boy wasn’t human, that was for sure, but as to what species he was, Batman had no clue. The teenager hadn’t even opened his eyes since being removed from the tube.

The Lazarus water didn’t smell quite like the pits he was used to. The water smelled cleaner, stronger. Less like battery acid and more like a strong-scented cleaner that he couldn’t give a name to.

He grasped the boy by the shoulders as he picked him up bridal style. He needed to take the boy to the cave, and figure out if he was even alive. A regular hospital wouldn’t be able to do anything for him.

“Batman, we’ve apprehended the last of the men in white suits.” Red Robin said over the comms.

“Good,” His voice was gruff, “Make sure they don’t escape before police arrive.”

Tim didn’t bother saying anything else to him. Neither of them were in the mood for jokes. Not after what they had seen tonight. They had stumbled across a lab in Gotham in an abandoned warehouse. They had thought that it was a Joker hideout when they first arrived, but they had quickly found out that wasn’t the case. After they had began to investigate, they had found corpses of many people that had been thrown into a pit. The bodies had evidence of vivisection, torture, and experimentation. The bodies had ranged from children to adults, but the results were all the same. They were all dead.

They had found tubes like the ones used at Cadmus. They held a few humanoid-species, but most of them looked like they were in varying stages of death. The only tube that looked like it held someone living had been the teenage boy he now held in his arms.

The worst thing about all of this were that they had no idea what this place was, what they were doing, or why they were in Gotham. They had stumbled in by mistake.

He had a lot of work to do.

“No survivors.” Nightwing’s voice sounded. Not even Dick was in a good mood anymore, and he had been joking around for the last few hours.

Batman looked down at the boy in his arms. The boy hadn’t stirred once, hadn’t moved, and hadn’t breathed. He might be carrying a corpse for all he knew.

“And the files?” He prompted.

“Downloading.” Red Robin’s voice was grim. “You’re not going to like it.”

He didn’t like anything about this situation already. How could it get any worse?

“From what I can tell from skimming through the files,” Red Robin continued, “They were experimenting with people’s souls. They killed all of these people because they wanted to catch their ghost.”

“Hrrn.” He looked away from the teenager in his arms. Maybe he didn’t have a corpse in his arms—but a ghost. A ghost of a teenager he failed to save.

What if it had been Tim lying in his arms? Dick? Jason? Damian? Did this teenager have parents before he died, or were his parents in the pit?

The boy stirred, whipping Bruce’s attention back to him. The boy moaned in pain, starting to writhe in his arms.

“You’re safe now.” He said to the boy. “You’re saved.”

“Nnnngh.” The boy opened Lazarus green eyes to look at him. The eyes were hazy, as if exhaustion plagued them. “Batman?”

“They won’t hurt you ever again.” He promised.

“Where is my sister?” The boy asked. “They took her.”

Dick’s words played on repeat in his mind. No survivors. But the boy didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

“We’re still searching the base. She’ll be here somewhere.” He lied.

The boy closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. But even with Bruce watching him, the boy did not breathe. Maybe he didn’t need to anymore. Tears leaked down the boy’s cheeks, as if he knew Bruce’s lie.

Me and my best friend have officially made a pact to platonically marry each other if she’s not already married by the “ripe age” of 45 (I’m most likely not going to be married by then cause I’m Aroace) so here are the wedding pics about 30 years in advance 🥰

Danny, due to being illegal because he exists, along with many other things, does not like cops. He makes a youtube channel that youtube can't take down, where he, as a ghost in full view of everyone, stalks and narrates cops like he's Steve Irwin.

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"Right, watch as the pig, in it's natural habitat, eats another donut. Like all other members of this particular swine family, they need to refuel constantly, to keep up energy to hunt minorities. They're unique in the animal kingdom, because they hunt for the pure thrill of it, as opposed to doing it for food. Watch now as it devours it's fourth donut in a row."

Dick was trying to ignore the glowing meta that was recording him eating donuts in his uniform.

His little brother was Tim. This was nothing. He could ignore it.

The meta kid's stomach grumbled, as he was going on about how the donut shop was a cop-sorry, pig's-natural environment.

Dick sighed.

"If you knock it off I'll buy you donuts for yourself."

Can we please get this artist some more followers? Out of everyone’s art I’ve ever seen hers is one of the best and she has close to no recognition which saddens me. She’s currently creating my art for my book which I’ll post below. She is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever talked to and truly underestimates her talent. Let’s show her the recognition she deserves! So if you’re looking for an artist or like seeing amazing art, please follow her!!🥰 HER INSTAGRAM IS: @ arslepia

what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatory