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So we all know about the infinite king Danny right? Like the king of all the gods or whatever?

Do you think Danny would still say stuff like “oh thank Jesus” *clutches pearls*

Cause idk about y’all, but I don’t really think there’s a god, and I still say stuff like that. It’s hard not to immediately jump to that when you got raised in a Christian environment.

But Danny’s parents are super sciencey, so would they raise their kids with religion in mind? Idk but like I think it’d be funny if Danny would slip up and say “oh my god”, but like he doesn’t have one cause he’s the top dog.

OH AND THEN THE GHOSTS AND PEOPLE AROUND HIM START THINKING THERES A GOD ABOVE THE GOD

Man that would be so funny, especially if it was like Jazz or something in the end

this whole mutual thing is overhyped on this site. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.

The real killer was Princess pookie all along 😔

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

So real, my dad will be like, “Beebie what’s wrong why aren’t you talking?” That’s cause I gave up lil bro 💀 I’m gonna walk away now cause this isn’t a conversation. This is you yelling at me, and interrupting everything I’m trying to say when you literally asked me to speak five seconds ago

Tim: “Hey is that some kinda green drink? I watched in real time as your eye bags disappeared… can I try some..?”

Danny, curious: “… Why were you looking..?”

Tim, blushing: “No reason! Just… yeah.. yk…”

Danny, smirking: “Well I would let you try some, but I don’t think you’d survive it. Your organs would probably melt :)”

Tim: “…So that is Lazarus water?”

Danny: “What the hell is Lazarus water??”

Danny in Gotham #1

Danny, sleep deprived but he needs to finish these assignment before he procrastinates again, chugs his special ectoplasm-infused energy drink and types away like never before.

Tim stares in horror as he watches a random college student drink Lazarus water in the middle of the library, but the dark bags under his eyes disappear when he finishes it so…maybe he’ll ask if he has more.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO CHAT IM SUCH A SMARTY PARTY WHOOP WHOOP‼️‼️

99.5/100 ON MY PHYSICS TEST BOOYAH

Only thing I did wrong was not write the og equation in the little box at the top. I’m so smart. Such a genius. Man oh man my ego has gotten the biggest boost 😏😏

Stupid man came up to me all condescending after class, and was like, “Hey Beebie, how far behind are you in this class?”, with a stupid ahh smirk.

Shut up. I don’t wanna hear anything from you till you learn what a shower is. Maybe brush your teeth before getting in my space bro. Gooner. I’m not even behind. This is a self teach class. We only have to show up for labs, and tests. The ONLY reason there’s a teacher is to grade, answer questions, and provide extra help.

Anyways speak up about your academic achievements or just achievements in general. My ego needs boosting from second hand happiness

YIPPEEEEE YIPPEEEEEEE HURRAAYYYY 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🎊🎊🎊

2:15 am and all I can think about is how bad I want more subnautica dead tired aus…

PLEASEEEEEE LIKE HOW COULD YOU GET ME HOOKED ON THIS??? AUUGGHHHHHH

I have NEVER played, watched, nor been spoiled a single thing about subnautica. The only stuff I know is that there’s water. Then, on one ordinary day, I come across a drawing. It’s Danny Phantom as a leviathan?? I think it’s a leviathan. It’s absolute fire. Bro cooked with gas. I’m intrigued.

I go looking further. They have a master post link at the top. I check it out. I binge it all.

“Wow” I think to myself. “Where can I get more of this?”.

I look high and low. I wait a couple days. Nothing. Silence. Horror dawns on me as I realize this has been abandoned.

(If I’m remembering right) Later I find another glimpse of subnautica. This was short and was mostly big leviathan Danny with Justus League there at the end. But still it’s gas. It’s flammable. My hair got torched into a bob.

This reignites the fires in my motivation to get kicking back on this subnautica adventure. I search again for more. I plead for dead tired. Wish for at least a glimpse of dp x dc. Nothing.

Me and my broken heart go to Ao3 because surely they will have some dead tired subnautica.

Boy oh boy.

They have 6 subnautica x dc x dp at first glance. None that sang to my heart though. Upon further investigation I found gold. A beautiful dead tired subnautica au ripe for the picking.

4 chapters of not exactly what I was looking for, but by god was it everything I needed. It was short, sweet, and left a 4,283 word hole in my heart.

I want more, I need more.

In this essay I will convince you to create-

Ao3 fic is Freezing Waters, Empty Skies by Strawberry_Avalanche

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2:15 am and all I can think about is how bad I want more subnautica dead tired aus…

PLEASEEEEEE LIKE HOW COULD YOU GET ME HOOKED ON THIS??? AUUGGHHHHHH

I have NEVER played, watched, nor been spoiled a single thing about subnautica. The only stuff I know is that there’s water. Then, on one ordinary day, I come across a drawing. It’s Danny Phantom as a leviathan?? I think it’s a leviathan. It’s absolute fire. Bro cooked with gas. I’m intrigued.

I go looking further. They have a master post link at the top. I check it out. I binge it all.

“Wow” I think to myself. “Where can I get more of this?”.

I look high and low. I wait a couple days. Nothing. Silence. Horror dawns on me as I realize this has been abandoned.

(If I’m remembering right) Later I find another glimpse of subnautica. This was short and was mostly big leviathan Danny with Justus League there at the end. But still it’s gas. It’s flammable. My hair got torched into a bob.

This reignites the fires in my motivation to get kicking back on this subnautica adventure. I search again for more. I plead for dead tired. Wish for at least a glimpse of dp x dc. Nothing.

Me and my broken heart go to Ao3 because surely they will have some dead tired subnautica.

Boy oh boy.

They have 6 subnautica x dc x dp at first glance. None that sang to my heart though. Upon further investigation I found gold. A beautiful dead tired subnautica au ripe for the picking.

4 chapters of not exactly what I was looking for, but by god was it everything I needed. It was short, sweet, and left a 4,283 word hole in my heart.

I want more, I need more.

In this essay I will convince you to create-

Ao3 fic is Freezing Waters, Empty Skies by Strawberry_Avalanche

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Vote dead tired minions‼️‼️‼️

I LOVEEEEEEEEEE

Fuck it! Mixed Signals playlist for the fans of the mentally disturbed.

You know what I need more of? Complementary careers.

Like get me a sound designer x videographer, model x artist, writer x game developer/director, hunter x butcher, etc. etc.

Imagine with me for a minute.

Hunter with deer carcass: Oh honey, I’m home!

Butcher: Oh dear (haha), thank you so much! Let me clean this up for later *smooches hunter*

Hunter blushing: Thank you, you’re so amazing *swoons*

Butcher: Only because you find such great game! *smile that could blind god*

Like are y’all seeing what I’m seeing??? I want them…

IM EDITING THIS ON HERE SO ITS KINDA OUT OF PLACE BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF IMMORTAL NECROMANCER X THEIR CONSTANTLY REINCARNATING LOVER!!!!

Imagine the DRAMA oooooooooouuuuu girlllll… like would the necromancer revive them and have to watch them slowly decay until they’re but a skeleton? Would they have lost their memory? Would they still be sentient?? Oooouuuuu I love

Danny, floating in the corner: Heheheheh haunting rich people is so fun… I wonder if any of his tech actually works?

Tim, who got the tech from Secret: That ghost is mine the second I find them.

Jason: Timbo, what is all this? A video camera? A room thermometer?

Tim (sure he’s being haunted) preparing gear to fight a ghost: I need to be prepared

Dick: Don’t you think you’re forgetting one think, Timmy? Ghosts aren’t real

Jason, speaking simultaneously: An EMF reader

Tim, nodding along: An EMF reader! You’re right. Thanks, Jason

Dick: Don’t encourage him, Little Wing

Jason, under his breath: You’re one to talk, mister ‘I hallucinated my dead brother for years after his death’

Context: Tim is a dragon that has a human form he forgets to tell the family.

He had a long patrol last night and then did not fall asleep till 7am working on cases (It’s now 9am)

He is walking around the manor not realizing that some of his more inhuman features are showing (sharp teeth, pointy ears, gold eyes, sharp black nails, etc).

Groggy Tim wakes up slowly but surely gets out of bed and shuffles down the hallway dragging his feet. The shuffling down stairs feels like forever and no time at all as Tim makes it down to the kitchen, through half open eyes, he sat at the table slowly munching on the plate that was sitting in front of him. He doesn’t notice their stairs at him. Unconsciously Tim slowly begins, turning into his more human form, losing the almost eldritch features as he became more aware. As he slowly comes to himself, he realizes that he’s the only one eating.

“Is something on my face”

“Tim?”

“Yea, Bruce what is it. You guys look like you saw a ghost” when saying this, Tim had slowly put down his utensils, trying to focus on one task at a time, unsure of his mind, could handle a conversation and eating at the moment.

“Yea cuz, waking up like a lizard is the most normal thing in the world” Jason said in a way that made Tim straighten up and tiki his head at the meaning of the words. He was almost certain that the others knew what it meant to be a Drake because why wouldn’t they. But also why was Jason bringing it up? Instead of pondering over this more, Tim just looked at them all wondering what they were thinking, and said.

“You guys know I’m a Drake, it’s all over the Internet that we’re from a long line of dragons” he stated as if it was the most known thing in the world. What Tim didn’t know was that it wasn’t all over the Internet. The Drake family was actually a very well hidden family of dragons.

“Bruce you let me into your house and your life. I think it is pretty clear. You only let a dragon in if you’re willing for them to stay not like you could ever keep a dragon out.” Tim was sounding a little bit frustrated now huffing in his chair.

“Tim, sweetheart” Bruce paused “The Drake family is not a well known dragon family, and I don’t believe we ever mentioned to your siblings about your family lineage.” The shocked sounds of the family only confirmed what Bruce had said.

“Oh, surprise” Tim said meekly

daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person.

in case no one’s told you in a while. you are valid.

5’3 why are so many of y’all 4’11 what??? 😭😭😭😭

@ mutuals rb this w how tall you are i wanna know

i’m 4’11

YES MINION YES FEED THE WORMS IN MY BRAIN 📚🐛🐛🐛

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

After they figure out Danny was trying to help, it won’t just be a staged apology. It’ll be 50 roses, petals falling, mild stalking, more punching, a true serenade under the moon.

Tim: *ahem* Danny, I know we just met, but I’d really like to get to know you better. *music softens, and Timmy holds out the roses for Danny* Would you please go on a date with me?

Danny who found out Tim was Red Robin after punching him in the face too: what… I MEAN sure why not? How the hell did I score this sickly pretty boy???

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

Sailor moon transformation style but Danny Phantom…. Hear me out chat… I forget who but someone is making a magical girl au of the batfam/justice league adjacents etc and it got me thinking about dp characters. Think with me for a second about Overgrowth Sam, Pharaoh Tucker, and halfa Danny all doing these elaborate transformations.

Like idk how to describe it so I’m letting you minions do the work for me

Danny never made easy choices, not really at least. All his decisions had major repercussions. His choice to cheat on his test got his family, friends, and whole universe destroyed. Nothing came easy after that. Every choice he made was riddled with thought and anxiety.

But then he met Tim.

It wasn’t anything special, they didn’t meet at work, college, or anywhere special. They just met on a walk, had a common interest, and kept talking.

Tim made him feel like he was normal. Like he didn’t have a responsibility to the realms, like he wasn’t being chased by the government, like he was a person worth loving. Someone that wasn’t different, or other in a sense you can’t let be. Tim made him feel like choices didn’t have to be hard, like he could be impulsive without consequences.

Guess the world had it out for him.

Tim had gotten kidnapped by a rogue, and god shouldn’t Danny have expected things to go wrong. Of course nothing could be easy. Everything always got ruined, and Danny was sick of it.

Why did he have to be careful? Why did he have to watch as everything he wants gets destroyed by one mistake? Why did he have to be complacent with this?

Danny wouldn’t take it anymore.

He’d make the easiest choice he had in a long time.

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“You need to know that you are the easiest choice I’ve ever made.”

Chat it’s not even funny right now oh my gosh I’ve built such a HUGE parasocial friendship with someone, and they just liked one of my posts and oh my gosh my arms are shaking like AHHHHHHHHHHHHDHDGDHD MY IDOL MY IDOL MY MONARCH‼️‼️‼️‼️ THIS IS BETTER THAN MEETING SAILOR MOON IM LIKE FREAKING OUT YOURE SO COOL AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS AT LEAST KINDA COOL THATS SO AWESOME YOURE SP AWESOME WOW AND I GIVE A GIFT CAUSE LIKE YOU DESERVE IT YOUR FREAKING AWESOME AND YOU THANK ME????? WOW THIS IS SO COOL YOU HAVE LIKE MANORS?? THATS AWESOME WOW AND IT MADE YOUR DAY?? GEES MAN THATS RADICAL I CANR BELIEVE IT WOW THIS MAKES MY WEEK MAN I HAVE THE ENERGY TO FACE A CROWD OF JUDGES AND LET THEM RATE MY COOKING GO OFF GORDON RAMSAY IM ON CLOUD NINE RN AND NOTHINGS TAKING ME DOWN

If you see this no you don’t I’m just super happy rn

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🫵😤

Hear me out when I say dead tired knight Danny and king/prince Tim… just walk with me for a minute while I tell you about this essay-

“I think you need to taste this for me,” the monarch said. They shoved the exquisite cake in their guard’s direction.

Their guard blinked. “Um.” 

“What, you’d rather your monarch be poisoned?”

Of course not. The guard hesitantly took a mouthful, only to practically melt in satisfaction. “Oh my god.” It was amazing. They caught themselves. “I - er - I think it’s fine.” 

“You should try a sip of the wine too,” the monarch said. “Just to be safe. Sit, sit.” 

It took the guard slightly too long to realize that it was practically a date, with the monarch feeding them delicacies off their plate. 

My direct immediate thought when someone likes or reblogs a post is

*stops breathing and checks out the reblog*

“What aw man come on you know you wanna say something” *wiggles eyebrows*

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Oh my god it’s perfect. His ugly ahh cowl works so well 😭😭 wiping the tears from my eyes this is so funny

Swans

Imagine pray tell if you will

Tim swanified and angry: *Agreesively honks and puffs up chest/wings at Danny because get away from me?? Who do you think you are??*

Danny sensing something’s up with this swan: WOAH BACK UP WHO ARE YOU???

Tim pausing from where he was just biting Danny: …honk..?

Danny eyeing him suspiciously: …Wanna see my Yeti doctor?

Tim curious and wondering if this guy is sane follows Danny through his strange Lazarus green (but less rotten food smelling, more like lemon or grapefruit) portal because why not? Actions are better than words, especially when you don’t have any!

Or hear me out perchance maybe please

Tim angerly honks and gets defensive: HONK! HKEEEEHHHR!!! (WHO ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!?!?)

Danny who understands most languages because ghost stuff plot plot plot: Woah there dude! Just passing by, what happened?

Tim even angrier because he figured out he was a bird, possible swan?, and what? You understand bird? Stupid stupid IDIOT: HHKEEEHRRRRR KERRRRHHH *very intense hissing and honking* (OH LOOK AT THIS WISE GUY, what do you speak bird, *swan version of scoffing* WHAT DO YOU THINK? I JUST MAGICALLY KNOW WHY IM A BIRD?? NO! NO I DONT KNOW WHY! Fucking idiot..

Danny, offended and petty: Well I WAS going to help you but…

Tim getting confused: Honk??? (What is this guy on???)

Danny turns and starts to walk away but peaks his head over his shoulder: I mean if you want help you can follow me, I know a great doctor!

Tim lost and upset: *swan sigh* honnkkkk… (Finneeee…) *starts waddling poorly because he’s got weird ahh legs plus kinda dragging his feet*

Idk I just want a Tim Drake that’s literally a drake, I don’t care if it’s dragon or duck/duck adjacent. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE

Swans

Imagine pray tell if you will

Tim swanified and angry: *Agreesively honks and puffs up chest/wings at Danny because get away from me?? Who do you think you are??*

Danny sensing something’s up with this swan: WOAH BACK UP WHO ARE YOU???

Tim pausing from where he was just biting Danny: …honk..?

Danny eyeing him suspiciously: …Wanna see my Yeti doctor?

Tim curious and wondering if this guy is sane follows Danny through his strange Lazarus green (but less rotten food smelling, more like lemon or grapefruit) portal because why not? Actions are better than words, especially when you don’t have any!

Or hear me out perchance maybe please

Tim angerly honks and gets defensive: HONK! HKEEEEHHHR!!! (WHO ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!?!?)

Danny who understands most languages because ghost stuff plot plot plot: Woah there dude! Just passing by, what happened?

Tim even angrier because he figured out he was a bird, possible swan?, and what? You understand bird? Stupid stupid IDIOT: HHKEEEHRRRRR KERRRRHHH *very intense hissing and honking* (OH LOOK AT THIS WISE GUY, what do you speak bird, *swan version of scoffing* WHAT DO YOU THINK? I JUST MAGICALLY KNOW WHY IM A BIRD?? NO! NO I DONT KNOW WHY! Fucking idiot..

Danny, offended and petty: Well I WAS going to help you but…

Tim getting confused: Honk??? (What is this guy on???)

Danny turns and starts to walk away but peaks his head over his shoulder: I mean if you want help you can follow me, I know a great doctor!

Tim lost and upset: *swan sigh* honnkkkk… (Finneeee…) *starts waddling poorly because he’s got weird ahh legs plus kinda dragging his feet*

Idk I just want a Tim Drake that’s literally a drake, I don’t care if it’s dragon or duck/duck adjacent. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE

I think people don't understand exactly how mean Tim Drake should be or is kinda.

Like if you have him as a ruthless businessman who was raised by Janet Drake the Dragon of Gotham.

He would put Regina George to shame.

Tim would go to a gala look a woman up and down and sneer at her last season Chanel.

He would without thinking say the meanest shit imagineable.

"If the first line of your sucide note isn't dedicated to me I wasn't honest enough."

Oh Tim Bruce's first paragraph is dedicated to you.

Like he's so mean he's made half of them cry and sometimes it not even on purpose.

"Jason if you don't shut up I'm gonna dig up your mother and put you right next to her, oh wait there wasn't anything left was there."

"Imagine being sold out twice by your mother couldn't be me."

Dick trips.

"Really living up to that family legacy."

"Should have been falling Grayson's since none of you can stay off the ground."

Like Bruce is holding Jason and Dick back but he's also sobbing because Tim is such a bitch.

Stephanie called him boy loser when he was tired and she walked out sobbing.

I need Tim Drake to say the meanest cruelest shit ever.

Because he would.

That a menace and a mean girl.

So I was reading some dpxdc fics as per usual, and it mentioned death scars at the beginning. That got me thinking about Timmy and his missing spleen. What happens to sick people when they die??? Like for their death scars would their spleens glow? Would they even have one? Would it be the area of infection? Like what would it be??? And that got me thinking about other more blurry deaths, like for drowning we got a glow in the dark mouth, lightning/electrocution we get the lichtenberg scars, etc etc, but what about dying during surgery? Is it the injury that caused the surgery, or is it the surgery itself? Blood loss, is it the injury that caused it, or what if you got stitched up, but couldn’t get a transfusion? Drug over dose, is it the needle wound or what? What about getting the wrong blood transferred into you? Can that cause death? Probably. Idk point is I’m curious

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