Tim Explaining Slime Rancher 2 To Damian: So If You Feed A Slime A Different One’s Plort You Create

Flash is so confused as to why his entire rogue gallery has each individually sent him a link to the exact same Redit post sign the comment “read the thread”. Like????

He still confusedly reads the post. Ok, kinda cute, a kid tryna be a little villain and asking if he’s bad at it, but then he scrolls down to the comments like they all instructed and he becomes slowly more and more horrified, wait, is that Red Robin? Not important, wtf is going on here?!

Inspired by this great prompt and goes the other way.

Of which Danny goes to Reddit as Phantom.

Now, I dunno much about Reddit due to my country's default system is to ban the site (except if you use VPN or Apple products apparently?), but anyways.

One reckon that r/evilmonologue exists.

Danny-as-Phantom is certainly asking that if he's a bad villain (Am I a Bad Villain aka AIBV) since his "Heroes" (Red Huntress, Fenton couple, and GIW) doesn't allow him to do Evil Monologues at all, when even the weakest "Villain" would even has his "Beware Box" gimmick (tho he certainly wouldn't do anything so cringe).

Ofc it comes from: Yes, GhostNebula is a bad villain to: this kid is handed out such a bad life that he really mistakes "heroes" and "villains" of all things. You sure that the guys in white and ghost hunters are good guys?? to: Flash, get your villain. I think he'll be safer with you since he also got no body count, so surely he was a Flash rogue?

And ofc the heroes of JL (or others) will investigate for some reason or another.

Prompt: Prison Break

Walker wouldn't have expected it, but one of the worst parts of being imprisoned by the GIW was watching Phantom suffer through the descending stages of violent obsession failure.

All of them were feeling it, obviously, but for most of them it was a slow decline - the pull of longing, developing over days and weeks into a sharp ache. Ember, ignored and silenced, was lashing out, kicking the glass walls and screaming for attention, even when it hurt. Johnny and Kitty, kept out of each other's sight, pressed against the walls closest together. Walker's whole body throbbed with frustration and self-loathing, needing to return to his territory and drag everyone back with him, away from this place of torture.

But Phantom, not three years dead and with an obsession that demanded that he keep everyone completely unharmed, had declined rapidly. Sure, for the first week or so, he'd been preoccupied with troubles of his own, strapped constantly to a table with hands digging through his insides. But then they'd started to spread out their attention.

At first, Phantom didn't seem to realize what was happening. He cried out in anguish and fear, trying to break open his cell and being punished for it, collapsing under the shock collar's control. Walker could almost see when he figured it out, when he started to clutch at his chest, and scribble constellations onto the walls and floor in his dripping ectoplasm with hands that trembled, trying to ease the pain in his core.

Then he started to curl up and choke on his tears, shuddering in pain whenever screams echoed down the hall. Finally, in between his own turns on the table, he started to shove his hand into his open chest, clutching his burning core directly, moans of pain rising into yells in nearly perfect unison with whoever else was the victim this time.

(Sidney had declined in nearly perfectly unison with Phantom, which a part of Walker hoped the punk hadn't noticed.)

If Phantom wasn't a halfa, he probably would've shattered into dust by now. It probably would've been a mercy.

When the yelling started, Walker almost didn't notice. Phantom, delirious with pain, for sure didn't. But before long, most of the rest of them had stirred to alertness, dragging themselves closer to the glass to peer down the hall. A troop of GIW stormed down the hall without glancing at any of them, and an alarm started going off. Phantom whined and rolled over, his hand buried in his autopsy wound while he shivered. (The scientists had tried stitching it closed, but Phantom just clawed it blindly open.)

"What's happening?" the Lunch Lady croaked. (Youngblood and Phantom were starving, and it was doing her no favors.)

"Prison break," Walker rasped. He recognized the signs. "Someone's here." He'd never imagined that it would be a relief.

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Ra's smiled as he looked at the young Detective. He was trapped. If he did not acquiesce to Ra's's demands, then his new friend would perish. The other boy's shirt was already soaked with his blood.

The other boy did not look concerned by the fact that he was losing blood in the slightest and Ra's wondered where Timothy had found someone too stupid to realize their mortal peril.

"Well," said the other boy as he stretched--wasn't that the arm Ra's had cut off? "It's nice to know that the whole 'elderly Froot Loop' who wants to force a teen into being his protege is something that transcends dimensions."

Timothy looked at the other boy. Then his eyes moved to the ground, where the severed arm was still lying. "No shit," he asked.

"Sadly, no. Ugh, I'm covered in blood again." The other boy--flickered. That was the best way that Ra's could describe it. The blood then fell through his body to land on the floor. "That's better."

"Oh, that's good. You must save a fortune on cleaning."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

Random idea Sorta Maybe Blind

Clockwork has been teaching Danny how to do pretty much everything blind. why is unknown

Untill now

After a way too close call with his parents/GIW he almost got fully dissected! He decided to initiate plan 42 Stich wounds,Grab shit,and hall ass to Gotham. Gotham has enough ectoplasm for him to stay long term not nearly as much as Amity Park but it has enough

After one pain filled flight he arrives in a dungey bathroom in Gotham. He looks in the mirror and sees

Oh

What the fuck!?!?

Apparently even though Gotham has a decent amount of ectoplasm He didn't know he needed way more to look alive. He looks ill!?! his skin became three shades paler making his bruises and eyebags stand out more. his hair being way more wild than usual and fluffy-er? He somehow looks smaller and skinner than before, and his eyes

Oh ancients his eyes

There still blue but they're diluted they have that heavy milk quality to them and his pupils are permanently dilated. He can see but he looks like he can't

That's why Clockwork taught him how to do things blind so he can pretend to be blind! cuz there's no way people are going to believe that he can see!?!

He grabbed his bag packed and gifted from Sam, Tucker, and Jazz left the bathroom, clossed his eyes, and started to figure out what he should do.

Bruce's adoption sense seems to be tingling He wonders what that's about.

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The Blob

Dpxdc Prompt #20

Danny is a blob ghost now and he's fine with that.

Turns out all blob ghosts are just regular ghosts who have expended to much energy and turn into balls of pure ectoplasm and emotion to recharge.

It's honestly a much needed and much appreciated vacation from all of his responsibilities.

He doesn't understand why he's getting so many worship-fear-cowed emotions from these people, but he's a blob right now, he doesn't have to care.

There's one boy that constantly projects awed-love-infatuated towards him. Danny likes him a lot more than all of the other guys.

In the mean time, Ra's Al Ghul has just found what he believes to be the conscious personification of the Lazarus Pits and there is no way he is going to let any of his assassins offend it. If only he didn't have to worry about his grandson being so enamored with the being as well.

Grandfather never let Damian have any pets.

"Distractions," he would say, "Unnecessary attachments."

Damian disagreed, but he was smart enough not to voice his belief. The Demon Head's word is law and he bows to nobody.

Or at least... nobody until the little blob of sentient Lazarus Water.

Grandfather says that it must be the pits personified and therefore needed to be treated with respect so there would be no chance of them being taken away.

Damian has no problem following this rule, he finds the little blob cute, like the pet Damian would never get to have. When nobody's watching he pets the blob, tells it stories about his day, and stays silent as it does happy little purrs.

In the hell that is Nanba Parbat, the blob is a bright spot in Damian's days.

So obviously when he leaves to meet his Father and claim his right as heir to the Cowl he slips the blob into his go-bag. No one will notice, the blob normally floats around as it wishes, sometimes going missing for hours.

By the time Grandfather realizes the blob has been away too long for it to have been without intervention it will have been too late. No one will suspect that Damian took the blob with him.

At least, that's what Damian tells himself to justify taking the little guy with him. He is comforted by the low hum in his bag, the blob is happy, if no one else.

Bruce has always been...complicated. With his kids. Granted, the life they lead doesn't make anything easy, but he has always, in some way, failed them.

Watching them all die was evidence enough of that.

If he'd trained them properly, if he'd been there for them, then they wouldn't have died.

All of them came back, but that doesn't forgive that they died in the first place.

So when he came across a fumbling teen hero, with no mentors, who had come to Bruce's attention already dead, he feels that he's been granted a chance.

This kid, should he train him, isn't at risk of dying on Bruce. This kid, who really does need the help, is not a kid that Bruce would ever consider his kid; he has a ghostly home (a haunt) and a ghostly family (a fraid) that love him very much.

Bruce's only position in Phantom's life would be as a teacher.

He's been granted a chance to see if his emotional attachment to his sons (and daughter) is interfering with his ability to train them properly, or if he's just lacking in the knowledge of how to effectively train a teenager for combat.

With Phantom's living impaired situation, if it turns out it's just his teaching skills, then Phantom won't actually die.

Phantom doesn't come by Gotham often, but he manages to pop in just enough that Bruce hammers out a training schedule with him.

He doesn't mean to start ignoring Damian or Tim or Dick, it's just that Phantom needs so much more assistance. He knows basic combat, but not the kind of combat he'll need in the wider world of heroes vs villains.

Phantom needs more work in how to think tactically. Phantom needs more work in sticking to the training schedule, or to any schedule. Phantom needs help understanding high school classes he can't interact with due to being dead.

All in all, Phantom just needs more help.

That's all it is. That's it.

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Damian is...upset. He's upset.

He's pissed.

This random stranger, who isn't even one of his brothers, is taking all of Father's attention. Not even paternal attention, the other teen is stealing away all the time and effort required to ensure Damian's training doesn't slip for himself.

Timothy, too, is noticing the lack of attention to training, and has taken it upon himself to drop by more often to fill in for Father, sparring with Damian and going over training exercises.

Richard, as well, is not only noticing but very annoyed. He's pulling Father aside and has had many furiously whispered conversations with him, but to no avail.

Nights when Phantom is present Damian already knows Father will pair with the dead hero instead of him, leaving Damian to partner with one of his brothers.

Timothy and Richard insist that it's just some strange and outlandish ploy Father is playing, but Damian knows better.

It's because he isn't good enough.

It's because he failed to meet Father's expectations.

He will have to push himself, then, to exceed them.

He can start by going on patrol alone.

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Tim is...thirsty. Like, literally, he can't stop drinking water.

He has no idea what's going on.

He went to the doctor for his civilian persona, went to trusted doctors he used as his Red Robin persona, and there's nothing wrong that they can find.

But he feels like he's dying of thirst all the time. He's waking up every two or three hours to chug water like a man dying, he's tried to resist but he feels like his skin literally starts to crack and peel.

However when he went to the local magic users, even pestering Raven, they swore up and down that he wasn't cursed.

He's resorted to carrying multiple water bottles with him at all times, and it's as he's walking down the street in his civvies that he bumps into a teen girl who has just as many water bottles as him.

She blearily looks him over and groans.

"You too, huh?"

"...Wait, it's not just me?"

"I mean, technically water cores are rare, but that's no reason to get Main Character Syndrome. Hate feeding a developing one, though; it's a bitch."

"What."

"Uh, your Water Core? The-do you not know you're dead?"

"What."

"Yeah, for like, two years it looks like."

"Two ye-? Ra's."

Or; Tim is developing a Ghost Core with a Water element, because Ra's lied when he saved Tim from bleeding out. He wasn't successful. Tim did die. He was placed in the Pits, and...did not emerge awake? He came back to life with not a single trace of pit madness in him, peacefully sleeping and breathing in Lazarus Water like it was air. Ra's had his spleen surgically removed, because he really, really needed to find out how Tim did that so he could replicate it later.

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Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

dcxdp fic idea

Sam's parents weren't monsters. Rich, fairly entitled, and short sighted sure. but they weren't monsters. And they loved their daughter. and had grown to be fond of her friends. Sam had been so lonely before the three had found each other. of course the two boys who had brought their Samantha out of her shell had a special place in their hearts. For all they wished she would find companions of a higher breed. For all they didn't like them.

They just wanted what was best for their daughter.

And Amity Park wasn't what was best for her.

They tried to get her to leave.

Baited her with schools and summer programs and oppurtunities abroad.

She wouldn't go. Didnt want to abandon her friends.

And they had contracts keeping them in town for another 5 years yet. So they couldn't even move and force her to come with them.

And how they hated her friends for that. How they hated the Fenton boy especially. And his parents. With every ghost attack. and police state. and school closing. and run of property damage. They got a little more scared and a little more angry and a lot more desperate.

And then they saw Phantom get shot out of the sky.

Saw the way he protected their daughter.

Heard him cry out for his mother.

And realized.

That was a dead child.

One who had to have died in unimaginable pain.

Who could have stayed away. Could have let their daughter die.

But didnt.

They knew what they had to do.

They shmoozed.

They rubbed elbows.

They made large donations and backroom deals.

They started getting invites to exclusive events all over the country.

They gave interviews.

Got their names in all the right places.

Finally. Finally. The time came. They finally got into the right event. Finally got themselves in the middle of a rogue attack. Finally got face time with just the right person.

"We don't have a lot of time. We're the Manson's. We're from a town called Amity Park. You wouldn't have heard of it. It's not on any map. But we need your help. Amity needs your help."

Doctor Danny Prompt

Danny Fenton is largely regarded as an ignorant slacker as a result of his schoolwork and study time consistently being interrupted by ghost attacks. Thankfully after Danny is crowned high king of the ghost zone he is able to reign the ghosts in and makes them all swear an oath not to cause trouble, they are still allowed to visit the human world of coarse, some even mask themselves as human and lead ordinary loves even while being dead.

With more time on his hands and little to no ghosts attacks Danny misses the rush he used to get. Then one day a man collapsed in front of him, Danny is able to save the man using CPR and he discovers his new affinity. Medical practice.

Danny goes to college and gets into a hospital as a resident after interning, not long after though the Amity Park hospital closes due to lack of funding and he is forced to find another hospital.

He got a good recommendation from his previous hospital to work at a hospital in Gotham, definitely far from home, but he doesn't let that stop him.

Soon after working there he finds the influx of patients to care for refreshing, he becomes widely known as a genius miracle doctor.

One day he's taking a leisurely walk when he found an injured vigilante, the Red Hood, hes not conscious and therefore unable to give consent for treatment. Danny cares for Red Hoods injuries privately away from a hospital so as to keep the vigilantes identity a secret.

Red Hood is cautious and rude at first, but slowly he learns to open up to the doctor and even get continuously treated by Danny.

Danny is just finishing a shift when he hears about Superman being shot with a kryptonite bullet. Despite using his powers occasionally to treat patients, he's been able to keep his ghost gene a secret.

However that's about to change. He arrives on the seen and pushes his way through the police using a bit of his powers discreetly to get through.

The heroes aren't sure what to do.

"My name's Daniel Fenton, I am an attending physician at Gotham General Hospital, I specialize in supernatural anatomy, Cardiology and Endocrinology"

"All due respect doctor, his skin is impenetrable, you won't be able to operate on him"

Danny kept a cool face.

"That would be true for a normal human, I can't explain right now, every moment we wait is time we could be using to save the patient"

Danny used his ghost powers to see inside Superman body.

Several heroes gasped as they witnessed the doctors eyes turn a glowing green and then his arm became transparent. Danny stick his hand on Superman chest and pulled out the bullet.

As soon as the bullet was out Superman's skin began healing and restoring itself.

Danny let out a breath of relief before letting the superheroes escort him to the hall of justice where they sat with him.

"I would like to begin with we all can't thank you enough Dr" Batman said.

"wow, Mr tall dark and broody is being nice" flash whispered.

"Yes but I'm sure you still have questions for me."

Several heads nodded.

"are you of an alien race?"

Danny chuckled.

"No, nothing like that. My parents were scientists who were obsessed with the study of the paranormal, specifically ghosts. When I was young, around the age of fourteen I would say, my friends convinced me to go inside the newly constructed portal shell that my parents had tested earlier that day."

He paused waiting for them to take in his words before continuing.

"It had failed to operate then so I went in thinking it was safe. I was wrong. My parents had unknowingly instilled the charge to start the portal on the inside of the shell. I didn't know it was even there until I tripped on some tangled exposed wire and my hand pressed it"

"did it hurt?" Flash asked. He got a few dirty looks for that question but Danny just gave him a friendly smile.

"in a word, yes. It was excruciating. I was electrocuted for a half a minute. On top of that I had accidentally started the charge to the portal shell while being inside. This caused an outside substance called ectoplasm to enter my DNA sequence permanently changing it"

"ectoplasm" Batman muttered.

"in simpler terms, I'm half ghost."

"That's not possible! You would have to be half dead to be-" Flashs words were silenced with a swift smack to the back of the head by wonder women.

"Yes, I am technically half dead. I had to battle these ghost entities for a while to make sure they didn't wreck havoc in the small town o grew up in."

"Forgive me, but of that's true why aren't you there now"

Danny chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous of their soon to be reactions.

"After I was forced to defeat the current ghost king and put him back onto the sarcophagus of forever sleep, the title became mine. I gained respect and control over the ghosts who were causing trouble amd was able to make them stop"

"Your a king" Batman stated.

"i don't refer to myself as such, on truth many ghosts helped imprison the old king, I received the title on a technicality."

He looked down at his hands.

"after the peace had settled in I had begun to feel as though a part of me was missing so I took up the career I have currently."

He smiled at them sweetly as he explained.

"My battle instincts help me when I'm in a crisis situation with a critical patient. With my powers I can calm them and safely restrain them if need be. As you saw today I can also better treat meta humans and alien races with these abilities as well"

"you went from being a hero to being a doctor, that's commendable"

Danny shook his head.

"Not really. I'm doing a selfless thing for selfish reasons"

The league smiled upon him. From then on he was world renowned for his worldly expertise and protected.

Should I make this into a whole fanfiction or not? Because I want to go into more detail but I want to know what you all think first.

Green green green. Nothing but an endless sea of green. No haunts, no islands, no portals. Nothing except for the lonely ghost boy filled with regret. Not from what he did. Danny had no choice but to destroy the portal. And even if he had known the shock wave would blast him to this unknown part of the zone, he'd still do it. No, this regret was from so much more. It was from not saying 'I love you' one last time. It was from not savoring his youth. It was from fixing that stupid portal. So, so much regret. And an eternity of green to stew in it.

...

........

Wait. What's that? Is that... a portal?

Yes! It is!

A natural portal spawning before his very eyes only a few feet away. Danny would have wept if he hadn't exhausted his tear ducts long ago. Instead he drifts over to the portal, stopping just before he enters it. He's filled with hesitation. Natural portals are unpredictable. It could spit him out into an acid pit or in the middle of a war. There wasn't even a guarantee he would land in his own dimension. But... wasn't it better than here? Wasn't whatever was through this portal better than the green infinity he was currently trapped in, no matter how unpredictable?

Danny took a deep breath. And then another. Screw it. He plunged himself into the portal, embracing whatever chaos that would receive him from this unending sea of green.