Chill Valentine's Day 💘🍫 Eat some chocolate, watch a cheesy romcom
Her getting reverted back right before she gets executed makes me think of Gonta in a way and I feel awful 😭😭😭
I’m surprised no one’s pointed out how junko is there in the mini thh, so if imposters dead by chapter 3, Mikan would literally have a tiny junko with her and even if he’s not dead she would know she’s here. That feels like it would have a huge impact on how chapter 3 would go! Like would Mikan really kill and thus die for her beloved when her beloved is RIGHT THERE? It feels more likely to me that she still Did That to Makoto, but she’s not the killer, because her beloved is right there with her always! Maybe even literally sewn into her clothing. Which would be funny and gives me the mental image that Junko’s holding a small sign that reads “please get me away from her crazy ass I miss being able to walk”
(Mini Classmates AU Masterlist)
For this exact reason, I don't have Impostor dying until Chapter 4, lol! (I don't know whether I've said this yet, but my intention was for Impostor and Peko to do the honorable sacrifice murder/death in Chapter 4, instead of Nekomaru and Gundham.)
The tidiest way for everything previously said in this AU to still be true without getting too messy about the Mikan and Junko situation is to say that Mikan remembers her beloved and that her beloved was killed by Makoto but not that her identity is Junko. Just, that's the single omission in her memory.
BUT, it's way more fun to indeed get messy about the Mikan and Junko situation, so let's do that for at least this post, lol! (Whether it stays canon outside of this post remains to be seen, but I do love the idea.)
Because YES:
Junko having to deal with an obsessed, coddling Mikan is delightful! All of the weird attention she's been giving her cage of kouhais gets directed solely toward Junko.
There might be some amount of Junko using her or trying to manipulate her, but honestly I don't think there'd be much of it. She's already pretty far gone; Junko would find her boring.
Mikan showing her as much affection as is safe for a tiny person, if not more! Petting her head, kissing her face, tickling her tummy with a forefinger almost the size of her whole body...and perhaps squeezing her a bit too tight. Apologizing profusely if it hurts, but not really meaning it because she's accepting all kinds of feedback as positive. Junko is just biting and kicking Mikan's hands, she's playing dead, it's the best. (Lowkey kinda want Mikan to straight-up lick her, like a postage stamp.)
After all that, people are definitely going to feel bad for Junko. Like, they need to rescue this poor fashion model from Mikan's twisted affection. And Junko can play wounded gazelle so well.
A different character being the killer (also due to the despair disease) would be so fun. The trial would be so messy. Nagito would be so much more hostile toward Mikan than the actual killer.
This means Mikan sticks around and Makoto has to just know that she's still around. Nagito has reason to be super protective and cagey about Makoto even before the Remnants revelation.
Does Mikan stay in Remembering Mode for the rest of the killing game, or does she revert to amnesia after the trial and have to deal with the way everyone looks at her now? Maybe Makoto tries to encourage people to reach out to Mikan, but he can only do so much when Nagito isn't letting him anywhere near her. Plus, he is still traumatized by what she did, even if he's trying not to blame her. He's not exactly eager to be within grabbing distance of Mikan, even if Nagito weren't keeping him away.
Imagine if Junko didn't know what was going on. Like, she's still Ultimate Despair Junko Enoshima, but she doesn't have her school memories. She still doesn't know any of these people. She had a plan, but that plan was "sixteen people locked in a school", not "thirty-two people of varying sizes trapped on a set of tropical islands". She doesn't know about the Remnants of Despair. She's never met Mikan. She can arrive at some educated guesses as to why the weird nurse might be fawning over her, but it's still weird!
When I really like a show or a piece of media I'll immediately think of a way for it to crossover with my other media interest that may or may never be fully written.
Like what do you mean why do I have so many fic ideas with Danny Phantom meeting other media characters?
Why wouldn't I have that? 🤭
Electro for a short didn’t believe sandys form was actually his real one until he got confirmation from multiple sources “yes. He is that good looking.”
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Urgent treatment appeal please stop
My sister suffers from advanced fibropulmonary disease, which makes breathing difficult without an oxygen device in light of the lack of electricity and equipment, which makes her suffer from the scourges...
Since her displacement, she left the oxygen machine in her home in the north, and since that day her eyes have not been able to sleep because of the pain she suffers from this dreaded disease.
The least this disease causes
It makes shortness of breath and suffocation ...
I have attached a copy of the report for you. Medical treatment that explains my sister’s condition and suffering
The suffering of living in a tent in the absence of all necessities of life has an impact and other aspects ....
I am attaching a picture of Mesa's children for you
They collect firewood
Firewood is used instead of gas
To cook food through it
Please do not pass the post on without circulating it
idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter
part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost
The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.
When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”
The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.
“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.
“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”
“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”
“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”
“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”
Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”
Robin scowled. “You would.”
Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”
“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.
Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”
Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”
Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”
“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”
“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”
“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”
“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.
“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.
Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.
The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.
“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.
“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”
“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.
“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”
Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”
“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”
“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”
“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.
Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.
“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.
“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”
Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”
“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”
“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”
Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”
“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”
Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”
Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”
“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”
“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.
Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”
Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”
Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.
Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.
Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”
I am constantly fighting inner demons when deciding on how I want Danny to look in my au. It genuinely goes in a triangle of Pretty Twink, Gangly Cryptid and Big Boy Danny. They're all forever locked in an eternal battle to see who will come out victorious and be written/typed onto the page.
Damsel Not In Distress: The Kidnapped Chronicles
Just a short story I'll be posting here with Danny getting kidnapped constantly but beating the shit out of his kidnappers, and somehow going viral everytime he does it.
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To think this all started because he kissed Robin on the cheek as a quick thank you for 'saving' Cujo before rushing off with his green dog. Well, unfortunately for Danny someone caught it on video and it had been trending for a while.
Things had finally settled down when some idiot kidnapped him and some other civilians claiming how he was going to use Danny to lure out the Bats because obviously giving Robin a peck on the cheek meant that they were in a relationship together.
After freeing himself and beating up the criminal this has become an almost weekly occurence. And then it finally happened, one of Gotham's major villians kidnapped him...the Joker.
Glad to say that after freeing himself Danny promptly walked up to the man who was still talking to the camera, not noticing the pissed off teenager behind him, and used the ropes that once had him tied to choke the Joker. Luckily for the Joker the Bats arrived and took care of things before it became a crime scene.
What Danny was not expecting was being crushed on by Robin, who had been showing up after his beatdown of criminals.
Too bad Damian Wayne wants to make Danny his.
Danny x ra's but their a fresh from a nasty breakup and danny is just going through the breakup motions watch your favourites eat ice cream cry all that jazz but in gotham why?
Because i want the bat's to come across this guy crying on a roof eat ice cream and comforing him trying to get him off the roof and when they ask what his boyfriends name is he juat says ra's fucking al ghul
"It's not fair" he whines "why are tge hot ones always the leaders of some murder cult"
I just want the bat's trying to wrap their head around the fact that this twink was sumhow dating ra's and presumably dumped him because he was the head of a murder cult and HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE