All Right Let's Do This

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 1

So figured I could show what else I am working on aside from Salt in the Bones with @clockwayswrites. I still blame Clock for this though, they are way too fun to brainstorm with, and I have too many WIPs already. Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

Danny was sick and tired of this city, this entire dimension in fact. And this vigilante family, or whatever they were, were more dogged in their pursuit of him than the GIW or his parents had ever been - all this for a few gizmos.

Danny rolled his eyes and ducked a kick from the most violent midget since Youngblood.

Seriously he was just trying to build a portal home, and it wasn’t like he was hurting anyone. He’d mostly stolen from villains anyway! And Wayne industries was like a multibillion dollar company, they shouldn’t miss a few scraps or prototypes. It would hardly put a dent in their budget.

Midget was back on his feet and had now drawn a freaking sword. Yeah, this was it, Danny needed to leave before bigger and battier arrived. He faked left but then spun right around the probably actual literal kid with the real sword, jumped to the railing and kicked off towards the next rooftop. Ignoring gravity’s pull for a just a couple of seconds was the only reason he landed safely on the other roof.

He felt a moment of worry that the kid would try following him and glanced back, but the child was fuming in safety on the other side, having lost that grappling gun thing he used earlier in the chase, it seemed Danny was safe for now. The kids mouth was moving, probably talking to more of the heroes.

He wasn’t gonna be safe for long, but Danny allowed himself a moment to breathe in relief. Suddenly his breath stuck coldly in his throat and he froze. Impossible! The shades of this city barely tickled his throat, he hadn’t met anything that would even halfway classify as a ghost to his senses. Urgency was like a cold hand around his throat, a desperate longing hummed in his core as he slowly spun trying to get a sense of where - he only managed to see a blur of red before a heavy weight knocked into him slamming him to the ground. The cold mist in his throat was pushed out in a pained oof, and his head bounced first on one thing then another, but that didn’t matter because his core was singing; close, not alone, hug!

Danny’s head spun, his whole body felt pained and smushed. A man, no a freaking tank, was laying on top of him. Body armor dug into his ribs, probably something there was bent or broken and he felt certain that ominous red helmet had left a mark where it hit his forehead. Also his hair felt a bit wet beneath him. Yet that didn’t matter because he was so overwhelmed, warm with hands and feet tingling from the humming joy in his chest. Hug! His core sang again.

Somewhere in the fog in his head he recognized this was no hug, but he hurt, his head was spinning, and he was not alone and he was happy and wasn’t that more important than a bit of pain? Oo o oO

Jason was unsure what was going on.

He’d managed to tackle the elusive thief Dick had so “creatively” nicknamed the Ghost for his ability to go invisible and the inability for them to land a decent hit on him. In fact if he hadn’t seen footage from previous run-ins with the man, Jason would have thought they wildly exaggerated his skills.

After all the man had frozen up strangely when Jason pulled himself onto the rooftop as he listened only with half an ear to the demon brat angrily grumbling in the comms, that he would have had him had he not been a coward who ran away all the time. Their thief was slowly turning around as if looking for something, the green glass of his goggles reflected in the moonlight and for a moment gave the illusion they were glowing.

Jason had not wasted a moment, got to his feet, crossed the distance in a mere three large steps before he crashed into the man - so, he’d halfway expected the man to move and therefore hadn’t prepared to soften another person’s landing. His helmet hit the shorter man’s forehead and his head rebounded and hit the roof with a sound that made Jason internally wince. The next moment there was a snapping sound and a gasp as the man’s ribcage was caught between the roof and Jason - he really wore no armor, just that thin hoodie. No matter what B said about the danger of the stolen items, Jason was really starting to doubt they had a budding super villain on hand.

He immediately made a move to get up, but stopped, a strange feeling of something overtaking him. It took a moment for him to discern because of the dichotomy, but it was… happiness? What the fuck, it wasn’t his emotions, that made no sense. The pits had only ever sent him rage and in rare moments gruesome satisfaction. This was joy, he felt almost like he was floating caught in a wave at the beach, weightless, happy, warm in the sun. He shook his head pushing the foreign emotions away like he would the pit and focused on his dazed perp.

There was something wet glistening in his unruly black hair.

“Fuck,” Jason muttered, thankfully too low for the helmet to project, but loud enough that he got a breathless but insistent “report” back from Bruce where he was clearly hurrying toward their destination.

“I knocked the Ghost down, he’s bleeding from a head wound,” he muttered at his comms as he pulled the goggles up to get a look his eyes to check for signs of concussion, but immediately froze. The goggles, he’d thought it was a trick of the light earlier, but no, his eyes were glowing - bright and green and just a shade lighter than the Lazarus pits. A shudder ran cold down his back. Somehow the foreign emotions were coming from him, Jason was sure of it, but it explained absolutely nothing! Unrestrained joy? Was this some kind of shock response?

More footsteps landed on the roof and Jason didn’t need to look to know it was Bruce with the Brat along for the ride. He finally remembered he’d been trying to get off the other man at some point.

Oo o oO

No, no, no, Danny’s core protested when the other ghost moved away, and he clutched onto what he could grab, which he dazedly recognized as a very nicely muscled arm. The other arm, because human shaped ghosts have two arms (good job Danny), supported Danny by holding onto one of his arms and that was good. Getting upright gave him the worst moment of vertigo, and his breath whooshed out of him. His legs were like jello and didn’t support him, but that didn’t matter, because his new friend had a good firm grip, could probably even hold him up entirely without Danny clutching his arm, good friend, mine. He butted his head into his chest because that was what he could reach and just leaned there. His core hummed so happily he felt like he’d almost shake apart.

Friend.

Mine

Good friend

…

Why no response?…

Hello? Danny was confused, why wasn’t he getting a response. Also why did his head and chest hurt so bad?

“Tt, what is the matter with him?”

The question, delivered in a haughty voice was like a bucket of ice water on his senses. He gasped and pushed away from where he’d been nuzzling some guy’s chest! Alarmed, he stumbled, but dodged the hands reaching for him, to support him, to catch him, he wasn’t sure. There was the big bat and the midget and the tank in the red helmet; the guy who felt like a ghost and he just wanted nothing more than to go back to him, and- Danny shuddered taking another step back, his face was hot and flaming red right now. This was, this was- he couldn’t-

Hiding his powers be damned; he sunk through the roof.

So embarrassing! He closed his eyes fighting tears as he sank down down down, all the way into the ground where they for sure couldn’t follow him. All the while his insides screamed, because he didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Fuck, he just wanted to go home.

He was so sick and tired of this city.

So... yeah hope you enjoyed this, now I can reveal why I blame Clock, they said and I quote "Danny, like a cat with catnip suddenly" and now Danny is a cat, what can you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Jason's gonna have to lure this feral ghost in slowly with food and hugs.

edited with link to the next part:next

Finally Getting Help masterpost

Soon after Danny takes two of the failed clones into his body his parents let Vlad take him to a Gala in Gotham. When the Bats clock that he is pregnant they work to get him away from Vlad, find out how and why this happened to him, and fix it.

Danny is just relieved to finally have some adults on his side, and be able to relax and focus on himself and the babies.

Part 1 - Gala and discovery

Part 2 - confronting Vlad and calling The Guy

part 3 - Research and meeting Zatana

part 4 - Raiding Amity

part 5 - Jazz and Danny reunite

Too many people very kindly asked to be tagged so I've made a master post people can subscribe to! I will reply to this post to inform anyone subscribed about new chapters. Thank you

i heard that Flug had sadistic tendencies so i drew a thing… and then i took the opportunity to do a scene from the monster!Flug fic, Hunger by ThatRandomGuy on A03 c:

Encanto: A male friend of Mirabel help saves the Miracle

* Well, well, well.. finally my ideas come to life

* Mirabel is so use to doing things on her own she never realize her family notice

* Her friend is a resident of the Encanto

* His name is Mateo Lopéz (The less creative name I could think of)

* His full name is Mateo Ricardo Alejandro de la Cruz Lopez

* He is paler than Mirabel but with thick curly brown shoulder length hair

* He and Mirabel grew up together always close by

* I think he would be even closer to her especially since Camilo was always to busy

* They are the same age with Mirabel being older by 3 months (June 16)

* I think that Mirabel and Mateo celebrated Agustin’s birthday together since they are so close (Juneteenth)*

* Mateo follows the same color scheme as the townspeople

* Wearing the neutral beige colors but he does have blue on his shirt to represent Mirabel

* Mateo let’s Mirabel embroider blue butterflies on the cuff of his button down and on the shoulders are blue patches

* He wears a Blue shirt underneath his button down which he takes off when it’s hot.

* His pants are similar to Mariano’s, and his shoes are similar to Antonio’s

* He also puts his hair up in a green and blue ribbon that Mirabel gave him

* Her nicknames are Mattè , Tetè and Matthew which she calls him that in the same tone as Julieta’s “Ay Agustin”

* His Abuela calls him Matthew since I thought of her as English/Spanish ethnicity

* She would teach them both English words but they only know the bare minimum

* He’s taller 5’6 compare to Mirabel’s 5’2 (Mirabel’s final heigh growth, she would be 5’6/5’7 while he is 5’8/5’9)*

* So following the movie timeline he would show up to help Mirabel

* Senor Osavalo gives her the “special not special gift”

* The children said she’s in denial

* But this time she doesn’t carry the box herself. Mateo does

* Mirabel thanks him but says she could have done it herself

* “I’m stronger” “I’m smarter”

* They seem to always quip with each other

* Mirabel goes in first as Luisa leaves

* “Watch out sis” as Mateo grabs her wrist and pull her to the side before they collide

* He takes the box inside and almost fell from Pepa’s tornado

* Isabela makes her entrance and mistakes Mateo for Mirabel

* “I’m not Mirabel, Isabela”

* Isabela then see Mateo and looks slightly embrass

* “I am helping Isabela but next time actually talk to me” Mirabel said as she walk toward Mateo

* However Mirabel’s clumsiness succeeds her and she trips

* Mateo holding the box with one hand stablizes Mirabel by wrapping a arm around her waist.

* “Thanks Matté” “No problem… clumsy” “I hate when you call me that…”

* NOT realizing that, his hand is still wrap around her waist

* That Isabela was staring at his hand still in place

* Then looking at them back and forth with an unseen expression (protectiveness)

* Not realizing that Dolores, Pepa, Felix and Camilo notice the same thing

* Isabela then hit Mirabel with her hair and dragged her towards her quickly

* “Don’t get into any trouble tonight” while putting a flower crown on her head and going back to her task of decorating

* “Isa!” Mirabel exclaim not noticing the smirk on her face.

* As Mirabel led Mateo to the kitchen

* She didn’t see the looks that Pepa and Felix face of excitement and sadness a bit

* Mateo dropped the stuff off while fretting Julieta

* “Señorita Julieta”

* He never fails to call her that, it gets her to laugh everytime

* He then saw Agustin come in with his new stings

* And both he and Mirabel made the same face (like the one she did in the movie)

* While Julieta tend to Agustin

* Mateo told Mirabel he would be back for Antonio’s ceremony with his parents

* She said goodbye to him and he left

* The rest of the movie happened

* I will not change anything even the Antonio and Mirabel moments

* Mirabel tries not to look at the crowd as she walked Antonio

* But she couldn’t help but catch Mateo’s eyes

* The confidence and support he had in her gave her the small push for that final step

* Movie continues; Waiting for a Miracle that song is too underrated

* Nobody but Mateo and his family beleives her about the cracks.

* Julieta and Mirabel scene happen

* However later at night. Mirabel would hear something at her window

* She opens it to see Mateo

* Mateo asks Casita if he could get up there quietly

* Casita does this and he sits on the window still

* “Are you ok?” “I am fine” “Liar”

* He ask if she has a plan to fix the miracle.

* Mirabel said no and she explains how upset she is that no one believed her

* “Well then I guess we just have our work cut out for us ” “…Our…Us??”

* She would tell him it’s not necessary

* But Mateo would refute that he is her best friend and would support her anyway

* Mirabel than thank him and was happy it was too dark to see her get misty

* Mateo then said he will leave and would see her in the morning

* Mirabel goes to sleep even more determine to save the miracle and her family

* Not knowing that Mateo and her would be the talk of the town

I’m just going to ask. I won’t tell you why but…Dolores and Camilo or Isabela and Luisa?

#i'm very pro danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons previous installments

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The next day, the body was back.

The green was gone from its eyes, but the awareness wasn't; it spent about an hour watching people go around outside Danny's apartment, which was new behavior. None of the corpses that shadowed him had shown any interest in garden-variety humans before. Now it sat at the window and watched families come home from school or head to their afternoon shifts.

That went into Danny's notes.

After that hour, it taught itself to flush the toilet repeatedly, rearranged the contents of Danny's half-assed linen closet (again) and then stood hovering over the safe where Danny had stashed the ectoplasm.

"...Okay," said Danny.

The dead body croaked. It was a new sound, but there was no context for it. Danny just kind of...wrote it down and hoped for the best.

The day after, Danny woke up at a very reasonable ten forty eight in the morning to find stray corpses feeding each other spoonfuls of ectoplasm in the kitchen.

At that point he kind of had to throw out the notes on how much each one was dosed with, because what the fuck.

"Really?!" Danny shouted, spooking the bodies into fleeing behind chairs and doors and back into his closet again. The only one that didn't flee was Danny's ringmaster corpse of the hour, of course. "You really couldn't wait??"

It stuck out a withered black tongue out at the mortician, who was, really, the victim in all of this. A victim to his parents' whims and a victim to the dead people who followed him around all the time.

This was how Danny found out that, when it doubt, the corpses could just tear through solid steel if they were motivated enough. The finger-marks were so deep and so embedded that they actually looked more like rough claws in the metal.

Great.

Danny ordered a new locking cage for the fridge on Prime and darted off to work. One of his regulars was on the table, though, so Danny just ended up doing what he would have at home— sewing up a gash in its neck and reattaching dead fingers back onto dead stumps.

On the third day, in which four of Danny's frequent fliers had learned from the first how to flush the toilet (and therefore raise the water bill immensely) Danny got a ring from a dark voice he (almost) recognized.

"Is he here?"

Danny squinted, jerking the phone further under his ear as he whipped up some scrambled eggs. The dead girl leaning over his shoulder leaned a little closer to watch the egg froth up. "Is who here? Who is this?"

"This is Batman. Is— the body requisitioned from your facility currently at your place of residence?"

Danny fully let go of the whisk. It landed haphazardly in the glass bowl he'd been stirring in. "What on Earth is a Batman?" he asked, incredulous.

"I visited your workplace previously."

Oh! "Yeah, the cop's friend. I remember now." Danny pulled the whisk out of the liquid eggs and held it out to the body. The unusually animate cadaver mostly prodded the whisk wires and paid no attention to him. "No one's here but me, though. Not that it's your business...?"

"And there are no non-living bodies currently in your apartment?"

Danny ignored the flushing noise in the other room. "I don't know, dude. They practically live in the walls at this point. Don't come over unless you have a warrant."

The call ended with a click.

His omelette turned out amazing, by the way. In case you were wondering.

On the fourth day, the ectoplasm was gone, because the corpses had apparently all taught each other how to lockpick the container in the fridge.

"Okay, some of that was meant to be my dinner. No more lotion at the funeral home now, okay? Now you all can be ashy forever. I'm so serious," Danny complained to the only visible dead person in the room.

The dead person held up a cracked egg. It was probably a gesture of peace, but now there was egg on his vinyl flooring to deal with. And. It wasn't exactly all that comforting in the end.

On the fifth day, Danny awoke to the sensation of a hand jamming itself through his neck until it punched into the mattress beneath him.

Fuck.

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Lucky Rush AU

This is the masterpost for the Lucky Rush AU! With cyberpunk bunny themed Fenton siblings. They're Disaster Support, coming in for Rescue, Evacuation, and Medical.

Original Prompt Idea/Drabble Official Drabble 1 Official Drabble 2 Official Drabble 3 Official Drabble 4 Official Drabble 5 Prompt Idea/Speculation Far too sad Idea Official Drabble 6 Official Drabble 7 Fanart for Rush Siblings Official Drabble 8 Official Drabble 9: Puke when Sick

Inspiration attributed to the Bioshock 1&2 games, RPG healers, and @purple-goo-writes own idea thread: The Lucky White Rabbit

@transparentgayprotector requested a masterlist and I thought it was a good idea so here it is. :D

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