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Danny: "Just because I had 'ghost' sense didn't mean I had common sense."

Finalmente una relación sana entre hermanos!!! Sabiendo el mal historial de la batifamilia :V

Information broker Danny

Bad Fenton parents reveal but instead of the usual Trope of going to Gotham he goes to Bludhaven just a few months before Nightwings first appearance.

Danny accidentally stumbles into information breaking mostly because he's Gathering all of his information himself by accidentally stumbling into back alley deals, he is not supposed to find and then turning intangible so he doesn't get shot at.

Danny isn't really Nightwings priority when he first gets there and he definitely uses his services as he's cut off from his main source of information.

The two of them end up having a very good relationship as the two of them are bouncing quips off of one another by their second meeting. Danny brings out the side that is mostly tucked away at the time from Nightwing as he is still in his angsty just left home phase.

Nightwing doesn't tell the bat family about Danny originally because he is estranged but eventually it becomes Danny being only his team. Gotham has all of the bat family and Nightwing has Danny. It will take years before anyone meets Danny.

DCxDP fanfic idea:Vanishing Bookstore

Danny opens a bookstore. Initially, it was his private library, a place tp store all the books he gather from different parts of the glob and different Earths.

Mr. Lancer finally wore him down, causing Danny's love of reading to blossom at the end of his Freshman year. The teacher did so by having him come in person to speak about any kind of book as makeup work, as long as he learned how to dissect what he read and get proper reading comprehension.

Danny found that he could enjoy literature if he wasn't forced to write an essay afterward. But spending lunchtimes with his English teacher arguing about Narina's moral concepts was practically the same as the essay; it was just funnier.

It was the final push he needed to move to the next grade. By the skin of his teeth, but he did it. Mr. Lancer had been so proud of him.

That summer, Danny had been grounded for various weeks due to the ghosts attacks taking him away from his school and chores. Since he wasn't allowed to watch TV, or use the computer Danny had chosen to pick up books from Jazz's young adult fantasy shelves.

He never looked back.

Suddenly, it was like Danny could only go somewhere with something to read. He jumped genres but always fell back to fantasy, escaping into magical worlds between pages. Something about that reminded him of exploring the different worlds within the Infinate Realms, and Danny found himself addicted.

It became his entire identity. Sam was the goth girl, Tucker the tech geek, and Danny the book nerd. His friends and family quickly learned that any gift-giving event was going to lead to a long list of books Danny was waiting to get his grabby little hands on.

Even the classics Mr. Lancer once had to fight him to read were entertaining now that he understood their subtext and inferences that used to go over his head as a kid.

Jazz took him to get his library card which became Danny's most prized possession until high school graduation. Once Danny got his first part-time job- working for Sam's family company but hey if he had a rich friend who was willing to pay him to answer calls who was he to say no?- Danny started buying his own books.

He shopped at local second-hand bookstores, online websites, and chain bookstores and even ventured into the Ghost Zone to see what literature wonders they had to offer. He found that his human money had a far better exchange rate then he was expecting, making it possible to buy a lot more and at cheaper prices in the Zone.

He even found parallel words that sold the same books he was reading. Once, he saw a book he had waited two years to release at a marked-down price because that world had the book out for five years. Danny almost died of joy to find the special edition.

His room, which once had nothing by NASA, was now filled with bookshelve after bookshelve of his treasures. His parents allowed him to expand his little library in the attic once he ran out of room.

Danny had no idea what to do when his parents asked him what he planned to do once he ran out of room there. By that point, he had started to move the older ones into his Haunt in the Ghost zone, amazed that it had shifted into a Libary that rivaled the likes of Libary of Alexandria. He had so many different ones that he could organize by all ten categories of the Dewey Decimal System in his Haunt, making him wonder if he had consumed that much writing in the past four years. (He had. His parents were worried)

Ghosts had even started asking if they could visit his library, and before long, he had opened one of Ghost Zona's first Public libraries. His only charge was that if a new ghost wanted a library card, they had to donate at least three books. His collection grew and grew with each passing day.

Blob ghosts appointed themselves as Danny's librarians, carefully filing his newest additions to his growing delight. Danny now always had something new to read.

He consumed so much that a new title was bestowed onto him. Danny Phantom: Master of Knowledge.

Though that was a rather silly title if you asked Danny, he enjoyed a good read whenever he was awake. Just because he learned while reading didn't mean he was the master of it. However, he did gain a massive patchwork of knowledge that he could usually apply anywhere, making people assume he was all-knowing.

That did not solve the problem of getting too many books, and often, he found copies of the same ones added to his shelves again and again. His blob ghosts didn't think to reject copies because then ghosts couldn't visit his haunt and would be denied books.

Danny would never deny anyone books. He just had to figure out what to do with the copies and old books he was no longer interested in.

Jazz told him to try and have a yard sale of the ones he no longer wanted, and seeing as there were some series he could go without, Danny gave it a shot.

He made a surprising amount of money, but it was far from the amount he had spent to purchase them. Still, watching people get excited as they walk away with bags of books more than made up for it. After his third yard sale, Danny made up his mind.

He would attach a bookstore to his Haunt.

He wasn't sure how since his library had built itself. It seemed unwilling to add on to it that it was a slightly different business. His haunt only expanded to accommodate the library that he was building there. It took reading five rare books that Clockwork had gifted him to find what was once lost knowledge.

Haunt Manipulation.

It was risky, but Danny created the Infinite Realms Bookstore with enough concentration, some runes, a dash of overly powerful ectoplasm, and some of his core bits. He chose to run this one because the blobs seemed frightened of hackling with customers, and frankly, seeing people be happy was a different kind of rush.

Things were fine for a few years. He didn't need to work now that he had a steady cash flow—though sometimes he had to find someone willing to trade for US Earth 23-19 dollars. He was his own boss with his books to read, his body not needing sleep or food while in the zone, and his ability to lose himself in between pages whenever he wanted.

Then, his bookstore fell off his haunt. It was like an apple falling from a tree- it grew too heavy for the Haunt to handle- flinging Danny into a nearby Earth portal. Luckily, he could get back to the Zone with the spell he placed on his backdoor, and his haunt was in the same place as it always was.

It turns out that Haunt Manipulation is no longer an extended practice because it cannot anchor anywhere. It vanishes and reappears randomly, lingering for a few months. Danny finds that the last haunt like this is now named the House of Mysteries.

At first, Danny was really annoyed by this, until he realized that he could once again walk among humans and spread his library to different worlds. He especially loved it when he appeared in areas where he could teach people to read.

Something about introducing people to his obsession was almost as fulfilling as his obsession itself.

He became a strange but wise man in some worlds and a god of knowledge in others. Danny was having the time of his life, flinging between timelines, exploring dimensions, and still being able to port back to his regular Haunt that connected him to his home.

He saw his parents every Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was able to be the Best man at Jazz's wedding, saw Tucker become the head of his own tech company, and was one of the first to meet Sam's girlfriend between his exploring.

Infinite Realms Bookstore's newest location was on an intriguing Earth behind Danny's home world regarding technology. It was a crime-infested city with far too many problems for its own good. His bookstore also chooses to plant itself right smack in the middle of the worst part of town.

On the far back wall, in the elegant letter, it read "Five years," meaning Danny and the bookstore would be here for five years before it vanished. Strangely, it was the longest time that it had lingered in one place.

Danny suspected that Infinite Realms Bookstore was starting to develop a mind of its own. His books were organizing themselves overnight now, and he was sure he never saw any blob ghosts about.

That did not stop him from happily opening his doors to Crime Alley anyway. The morning of his first day in Gotham, while sipping some coffee- he forgot how good it tasted!- a young boy wandered in.

He was obviously looking for an escape, so Danny willed some chairs and tables to appear in the far back. A complimentary snack section appeared a few seconds later, and there was a "Feel free to read anything off the shelves" sign.

The kid's eyes widened when he spotted them before he hastily raced toward the classics and selected two large volumes. He planted himself at one of the tables surrounded by drinks and cookies and didn't move for hours.

Danny left him to it, choosing to close when the kid left. It was tweleve long hours but worth it to see the glee on the tiny litte face as he flipped through pages.

The next day, he came back, and the one after that. Before long, Danny had his first regular.

That regular is a young boy named Jason Todd.

Jason reminded Danny of himself when he first got into reading, which led to him making a deal with the young boy. He would let Jason bring books to trade, allowing the boy to take home whatever he wanted in exchange. This meant Danny could get books from this new dimension and Jason didn't have to worry about finaces.

There was a time where Danny was pretty sure Jason was just reselling him back his own books. But seeing as Jason looked more and more like he was having a hard time finding a good meal, Danny pretended not to notice.

This is similar to when his bookstore developed free showers for him to use only when he was about or private reading rooms with a warm bed. Jason early took advantage of these, unaware that they vanished from view to all other customers once he stepped inside.

Sometimes, he falls asleep and spends the night inside those private reading rooms when Danny "forgets" to walk through the store before closing.

Everyone else paid because they didn't make Danny's core sing like Jason. It was easy to tell when the boy became Robin, as he found the vigilante pulling Batman to his window and pointing out books. The moment that mask little face pressed against his glass, Danny knew who it was.

Just as he knew the next day when, Bruce Wayne opened his door to buy everything that Robin had wanted. Danny kept that to himself, though. He figured it would be funnier if they thought they were sneaky.

Maybe this place would be his finest location yet.

Dimensión diferente 2.0 [Apocalipsis]

Mis ojos observaban una sala extraña que estaba repleta de ventanas transparentes sin un rasguño o grieta y sin una sola pizca de polvo o tierra. La habitación era blanca y no tenía grietas ni le faltaban lugares al suelo, habían mesas y sillas, además de que me encontraba sentado sobre una... y era muy cómoda. Luz muy brillante parecía entrar al lugar desde mis espaldas, por lo que voltee. Habían más ventanas a las que le estaba dando la espalda y por ellas se podía ver algo que sólo me generó dolor y paz, además de miedo y confusión. Verde, mucho verde por todos lados. ¿Así se veía el mundo antes? ¿Hubo un tiempo en el que las calles eran largas? ¿Hubo un tiempo en el que había tanta luz y no era por los alrededores en llamas? ¿Realmente antes era tan silencioso y.. tranquilo? ¿Donde.. estoy?

BNHA x SNK

Izuku suspira profundamente con sus ojos cerrados mientras aprieta su puño izquierdo cubierto por su mano derecha, justo frente a su rostro. Su muñeca duele por la reciente herida curada y la nueva cicatriz adquirida, sus músculos y carne se quejan pero aprendió a guardar el dolor detrás de un rostro dominadamente en blanco. La ventisca fresca que pasa por los edificios altos como en el que está parado, de tan sólo tres pisos por lo que tampoco cree que sea para tanto ya que ha estado aún más alto, mueven su camiseta y pantalones viejos (además de un par de tallas más grandes) y ondean su largo sacó verde, que arremanga un par de veces en sus mangas por lo grande que le queda, como una capa de vagabundo más que otra cosa porque sus ropas son muy cercanas a ser las de un viejo que se quedó atrapado en la moda de un par de épocas atrás. Sus dedos y sus manos dañadas tiemblan por el doloroso viento que las azota, pero se mantiene en su sitio. Abre sus ojos y deja caer sus manos lentamente a sus costados, nadie había dicho que sus sueños serían fáciles, no siendo quirkless por lo menos. Sus ojos observan humo a un par de cuadras por delante y tiene que parpadear nuevamente por el viento fuerte secando sus ojos. Aprieta sus dos manos en puños a ambos lados de su cadera y suspira por la boca antes de apretarla en una línea blanca y recta. Nadie había dicho que ser un vigilante fuera fácil. En el siguiente parpadeo sus ojos cambiaron y su mano derecha subió roboticamente hacia su rostro en un momento, su palma volteada hacia el suelo se detuvo frente a sus labios y los separó antes de separar sus dientes y morder la carne en un santiamente, la sangre salpico en su boca y el cielo gruño furioso como un león antes de arrojarle un rayo justo donde estaba parado, como si hubiera ofendido personalmente a un Dios de allí arriba. El momento paso en un instante y el humo lo cubrió al siguiente, podría tomarse un momento en algo tan catastrófico como una muerte tan precipitada y sin explicación aparente de la naturaleza, pero un cuerpo gigantesco y completamente expuesto de cualquier prenda que pudiera cubrirlo, fue parido por el humo y expulsado en un instante. El gran cuerpo rugio elevándose en toda su altura expuesta al mundo que lo rodea y partio en otra dirección como si su vida dependiera de ello. Los noticieros del medio dia volvieron a cantar animadamente la aparición del conocido vigilante apodado "titan", que detuvo a un ladrón con un Quirk que podía crecer su cuerpo. Un par de héroes nuevamente frustrados y unos cuantos detectives presas del estrés. Y un muchacho mezclándose con la multitud tratando de pensar que podrá almorzar con el poco dinero que tiene. ___________ Izuku consigue un sándwich simple en una tienda de convivencia que está abierta las veinticuatro horas, y se pierde en algún sitio tratando de comer su, muy probable, única comida del día en paz.

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Créditos de la imagen a su respectivo autor, un capo.

Ser un demonio no había sido obra de la mejor de mis suertes. Podría ser llamado Guardián, pero estaba convencido de que no lo era realmente. Incluso si me hubieran dejado elegir me hubiera gustado no serlo. O no 'Renacer'. ..Porqué.. Aún puedo recordarlo.. ..A él.. ___________ Mezclaba la historia de Gravity falls y algunos de sus AU's como: Fight Falls, Reverse Falls y Zero Gravity. ___________ Lo principal resalta que Mabel y Dipper son guardianes. Bill y, y su álter ego, Will son hermanos gemelos que por razones muy pocos saludables terminan en el pueblo de Oregón: Gravity Falls. De todo esto resulta que en la vida pasada de Dipper, él y el demonio de los sueños Bill había terminado en una relación romántica, o lo mejor que podían llevarla, incluso antes del raromagedon. El desastre sólo provocó que el demonio muriera y Dipper quedará solo. En algún punto de la eternidad Dipper relación como un demonio y todos sus seres queridos habian terminado en algo relacionado, menos Bill. El demonio no aparecía y no parecía querer aparecer. Dipper se hizo cargo de su trabajo aún si no había nadie que lo obligará, se sentía bajo la estricta regla de hacerlo. Aún si es el único que recuerda la vida pasada, no puede olvidarla. Y en alguna parte de todo eso, aparecen los gemelos, a quienes no hubiera conocido si Bill no hubiera encontrado el diario número 3 que definitivamente ellos no podían tener. AllÍ comienza la exhaustiva ruleta llena de desastres y encuentros poco gratos. (Incluso si Bill crece y se hace un adulto puede que recupere los recuerdos de quién es realmente el Demonio Dipper con el que pelea dead que tiene doce años.) ___________ Mabel se revoloteaba en algún lugar, gritando que debía de ver algo por sí misma. Sólo alcanzando a despedirse a gritos sin mirarme ni un instante. Pero no se podía hacer nada así era ella y me alegraba que no hubiera cambiado nada. Lo único que aún me mantenía algo agobiado, y de lo cual aún no he decidido compartir con nadie más, es que duele ser el único que lo sabe. Es como si estuviera maldito a recordar. Sólo yo y nadie más. Como si quisiera reírse de mi dolor y mi desgracia por el resto de la eternidad. Porque no teníamos edades que pudiéramos contar o soltar fácilmente sin que nos llamarán mentirosos. A menos que bueno se supiera que éramos demonios o guardianes, ya lo que fuera estaba bien. Eran algunas cosas estúpidas que debería olvidar. Ya había pasado mucho tiempo desde que había 'aparecido' pero no se me había permitido olvidar nada. Pase muchos años intentándolo, pero no funcionó. Termine resignandome a ignorarlo y ocultarlo muy al fondo para no darle demasiada atención. Porque después de todo, si ese demonio fue destruido no debía de volverlo a ver, y si ese fuera el caso habrían muy pocas oportunidades de que fuera a estar cerca de donde yo me pudiera encontrar.

Hablas demasiado

Cuando el niño se sacó la media máscara que siempre llevaba puesta, realmente no pude evitar enfurecerme por la vista. No hacía el niño, jamás hacia el niño, sino hacía la marca en la mitad inferior de su rostro que era muy evidente que alguien había puesto allí, alguien que definitivamente no quería al niño. Sobre sus labios, sus mejillas y su barbilla se extendía una marca enorme y completa de lo que inconfundiblemente era la mano de una jodida persona. Una mano grande, de un adulto. En los bordes de toda la mancha se extendía como raíces pequeñas hacia todas direcciones, como si la persona hubiera retirado justo a tiempo la extremidad antes de que el desastre se continuará extendiendo, porque parecía querer hacerlo. Los dedos se extendían sobre la mejilla izquierda, todos separados por algo de espacio entre ellos como si hubieran buscado hacer daño con el golpe sobre la piel antes de que con lo que muy posiblemente fue una peculiaridad. La piel también había roto unos pequeños baches sobre los labios del niño, faltaba piel y se veían algunos dientes. Era una mano izquierda. Levanto la vista hacía los ojos del niño problemático y algo frío callo en sus entrañas cuando la mirada burlona, juguetona y desafiante que siempre portaban los ojos verdes del niño, había desaparecido. Ahora sus ojos no veían a Shouta, sino que miraban hacia arriba y a su izquierda perdido y como si esperará que dijera algo y no quisiera oírlo, o ya lo estuviera escuchando. Ahora realmente no espera tener razón en sus pensamientos, pero sus propios puños apretados y sus hombros tencionados reflejan todo lo que siente, sin adulterar demasiado. El niño.. ¿¡Esta esperando que le grite por esto!? Ahorita definitivamente está planeando contactar a Tsukauchi y muy posiblemente unirlo a su cacería, maldita sociedad de mierda. Su mano subió hacia la mejilla izquierda del niño tan lentamente como pudo para calmar toda la tencion y la ira que estaba creciendo muy rápido en su mente hacia estas personas que no conocía pero ya odiaba, sintió al niño estremecerse ante el contacto ligero pero no volvió la mirada, como si no quisiera enfrentar la realidad por más que supiera que allí estaba, Aizawa deslizó sus dedos lentamente por la piel pálida hacia el ojo de Deku y subió por el cabello polvoriento el niño antes de dar leves caricias allí. Lo más cercano a la amabilidad que puede darle a los niños, Hizashi sigue siendo el mejor para esto por lo que va a sumarlo a esta ecuación en algún momento, y definitivamente están hablando de obtener al niño. - Todo mejorará, niño problemático. - Y no es tan hipócrita como para decir que todo iba a estar bien porque sonaba falso de tantas veces que se lo habían dicho y fue falso, no dudaba de que al niño le había pasado demasiadas veces para tener tan poca edad. Y los hombros que comenzaron a temblar no era lo que esperaba, y no sabe si las lágrimas silenciosas lo eran o no. _______ Joder. Al mismo tiempo en que se sirve un café, por quinta vez en la noche, y vuelve a su escritorio a continuar con todo el papeleo que tiene que resolver y no quiere nada más que dormir, no sabe como reaccionar mas que preguntándose ¿¡Qué diablos!? Todas las hojas mezcladas junto con sus casos que habían estado dispersos hasta en las esquinas de su escritorio, y apuntó de caer al suelo, ahora estaban apiladas en hileras perfectamente acomodadas en su escritorio. No sabe que diablos preguntarse primero, por que también hay unas notas adecibas de colores pegadas en su escritorio cuando antes diablos no estaban allí. ¡Ni siquiera se había ido tanto tiempo! ¡Sólo unos minutos hasta la cafetera ya cargada y de vuelta! ¿¡Qué demonios!? Esa misma noche comenzaron las freneticas y desesperantes persecuciones del nuevo vigilante de la ciudad de Musutafu, además de las nuevas canas de Tsukauchi. "¡Hola, mi amigo! Me parecía que tenías muchos problemas y quise echarte una mano ya que parece que necesitas una siesta de una semana. ¡De nada! Koin (Es el nombre de su madre al revés)"

Tsukauchi no sabe que hacer con todos los huecos completos en las investigaciones que tenía en curso y en las que antes faltaban muchas cosas. ____________ Acostumbra a vestirse de mujer para lograr conseguir presas que lo guien a los burdeles ilegales. Destruye tráfico de personas y lugares donde maltratan y utilizan de esclavas a las mujeres y a los niños. Izuku no tolera ni una pizca. ________

En el pasado se encuentra con Shigaraki, y por la marca en el rostro de la pequeña judía verde se puede ver muy bien que ese encuentro no fue bien.

Izuku murmura demasiado y a Romita no pareció gustarle.

"Hablas demasiado"

John doesn't summon Infinite realms beings for a few reasons but the main reason and the biggest reason he doesn't summon realms beings is the way they look at him

They look at him specifically like they can see all the mistakes he's ever made every error every deal they look at him with... pity

And what's worse is they offer to help him they ask sounding so concerned if he's alright and needs help and it just... freaks him out

And now the bloddy justice league decided to include a powerful realms ghost a position and he needs to be their due to no one else in the JLD being available

And the first thing out of the bastards mouth is "are you ok" bloody fantastic

Or

Due to John's soul contracts his soul is fractured and ghosts sensing his soul are so concerned a soul shouldn't be like that and are asking if he's ok

But john is not used to genuine concern so he's freaked out especially by beings who can kill him in a second flat and he's so mistrustful of it

Entonces:

Recuerdo cuando Shigeo 'peleo' con esa mujer esper que tenía poderes de mejora de fuerza (Por decirlo simple) y lloro potque no quería pelear con mujeres porque su Shisho le enseñó que "los hombres que golpean mujeres son los peores del mundo."

Entonces pienso que quizás Reigen podría haber presenciado algo de eso en su infancia con sus padres, bajo un padre abusador de su madre o quizás él mismo vio en alguna parte de su vida a algún hombre abusando de una mujer y lo ignoro para después enterarse de la muerte de esa mujer, por no intervenir en el acto.

O también, que es a la que me aferro con un poco de pena, Reigen fue quien golpeo a una mujer, no necesariamente sexualmente, al punto en que terminó asesinandola. Creo que está se adhiere más a la imagen adjunta.