What the other heroes don't know, however, is that the static is Ghostspeak, and he's actually saying far worse swears than he could ever say in English or any living language.
He knows because, in the middle of a fight against a deranged warlock, Phantom let out a small, warbling chirp in response to getting hit.
He'd quickly covered it up, but Constantine knows that that chirp is.
Danny is confused and a little scared. He has never made a noise like that before, and now Constantine, the sad trench coat man, is on a warpath because of it. Wait, is that ghost CPS? Oh heck no.
(Now I’m thinking about ghost cps.)
Constantine walks into a meeting room with several ghost cps agents and all chatter in the room stops and everyone looks at Constantine.
Batman: Constantine explain.
Constantine: Well Batsy it seems someone actually hid something from you.
Batman: Hmm
Constantine: Don’t get your cape in a twist its nothing threatening just bit of information we all didn’t know about
Constantine and the Agents start searching the room when Constantine notices Phantom trying to sneak away.
Constantine: Phantom
The group of hero’s part to reveal Phantom mid step and back turned to Constantine. Phantom turns to face Constantine and the Agents.
Constantine: Now kid-
Phantom: I can’t believe you would do this to me
The CPS Agents keep their distance but start to circle around Phantom. Phantom notices and tenses up.
Constantine: Your not in troub-
Phantom: I thought we were friends Constantine.
Constantine: would you just listen
Phantom: Like I would listen to a man with Swiss cheese for a soul
Constantine (irritated): Just trust me
Phantom: Why would I trust a man who brought cops to this sacred place
Constantine sighs and runs a hand through his hair. An Agent comes forward.
Agent: I’ll take it from here Constantine
Constantine steps back and let the agent take over.
Agent: Now were not cops were CPS
This elicits some gasps from some hero’s and Phantom noticeably becomes skittish like he’s ready to run.
Phantom: Cops for kids are still cops
Theres a moment of silence from everyone in the room. The Agent then slightly raises his hands to gain Phantoms undivided attention.
Agent: Now you’re not in trouble we just want to make sure your safe and taken- why do they always run?
Phantom then precedes to attempt an escape from the room and its occupants.
(Now I thought of two different ways this can go at this point)
The First way:
Phantom escapes and leads everyone on a wild chase with a lot of misunderstandings for everyone. He is eventually caught but it was not easy.
The Second way:
Phantom try’s to run and is immediately tackled by the ghost cps agents. He does not go down without a fight and the entire time he is screaming about Constantine being a traitor and is yelling acab.
(Both ways end roughly the same way)
Phantom trauma dumps about being mind controlled and was forced to do those robberies. The hero’s file that away for later.
Constantine and some Agents tell the hero’s their side and will eventually get Phantoms once he calms down.
Batman is in a corner having his own discussion with ghost cps agents. No he definitely isn’t trying to see if he can adopt Phantom. Stop making jokes superman and wonder woman this is serious.
Danny decided he needed a vacation. He had recently gotten shapeshifting powers in his ghost form, because ectoplasm could be molded and stretched. The only thing that needed to stay the same was his core. He decided to become a puppy, and live out a few years with a good family. Unfortunately, he got involved in a dog fighting ring, and to keep his cover, had to go along with it. But that didn’t stop him from sending messages to the local bats. He’s rescued along with all of the other pups, and Batman had taken a liking to him. He’s named Ace and brought home with Batman. Bruce quickly found out that Ace (Danny) was scarily good at reading people, and after Ace had broken out of a locked cage and saved Batman more than once, that he now had a sidekick that was his dog. Danny was having his best time being a crime fighting dog.
Danny is corralling the pups when Batman arrives.
He registers the soft swish of the vigilante's cape and the sharp little shwings of several batarangs, but keeps his focus on the pups.
They're very squiggly and squirming and the littlest one keeps getting underfoot and Danny just wants them to be okay!
Danny still hasn't gotten the hang of dog speak--he keeps mixing up his woofs and arfs--and going from bipedal to four-legged animal doesn't exactly feel fluid in his brain. It's especially hard to go from his ghost form's liquid 5’6 (He’s still banking on those Fenton genes to kick in, he’s only 16 after all!) to a warm, solid 22 inches, give or take.
The floor is dirty, he has 8 or 9 other puppies in the cage with him, and they are definitely not potty trained. They also keep banging their heads on the bars and not all of them remember what happened to the one puppy that managed to escape but Danny can see the little guy cowering under his back leg so he does what any reasonable puppy-shapeshifted halfa would do in his position: He corrals the puppies in the middle of the cage as best he can.
Danny still can't believe he's gotten himself in this position, though he maintains it's all Clockwork's fault.
Go to Gotham, he said, have fun as a street dog, he said, I'll make sure you're dropped in a reasonable shelter he said. Danny grumbles reasonable my fluffy little ass, but in his current form all it sounds like is a sorry excuse for a growl.
He was dropped off at a nice shelter on the edge of Bristol and was actually having a good time for his so-called vacation. Eating dog food was weird, and the whole bathroom and general bathing situation was also weird, but with his new tastebuds and lowered inhibitions Danny had managed it.
He was just getting his bearings on making the shape shifting a little more semi-permanent (it wouldn't do to transform back in his sleep) when two men came by his cage.
They reeked of bad juju, and Danny had growled and growled, but considering he was something like a six month old German Shepherd, well.
Next thing Danny knew he was being tossed into a cage with other puppies, front row seat to his presumed future: Dog Fighting.
Danny had sighed, then, and he sighs again now.
The pups have all settled somewhat around and under him and the grunts and loud noises seemed to have settled down. That was fast, but well, he's a full 10+ years older than when Danny started fighting his rogues, and definitely a better fighter so what else did he expect? He's just happy the blob ghosts still understood him in dog-form and that that the Bat was able to take a hint.
He makes a little bark noise, to see if Batman can find them. The cage is sort of pushed into the back corner of the presumed head honcho's office and if you don't look around the desk they could be easily missed.
He wasn't sure if it would work, but then the Dark Knight himself emerges from above the desk, and Danny can feel the puppies near him tremble a bit.
Danny carefully paws his way over to the edge of the cage to meet Batman. He sits just in front of the puppy pile and makes a happy little bark that echoes around the room.
The Batman can be stoic all he likes, Danny can feel the relief the vigilante has about finding them (perks of ghost empathy) and he can definitely see the corner of the Bat's mouth curling up slightly. Danny feels his tail wag a little bit, as the Bat opens the cage for them.
Danny gives him a little paw pat on his leg and lick on the chin as thanks, before woofing at the other puppies to be nice.
The puppies don’t fall in line, as puppies tend to be averse to such things, but they do fall over themselves to crowd the big Bat who seems to be at a loss for a split second.
Danny sits pretty and smug, very proud of himself, and his tail starts wagging a little more aggressively for it.
He’s so busy making sure the other puppies aren’t wandering off anywhere he doesn’t notice Batman eyeing him a little curiously.
My heart can't take it's just so precious!
It doesn’t make sense because Wednesday nights are for playing training with Bruce and relaxing with some reruns of Gray Ghost to “cool down.”
Normal Wednesday nights are not nights, Ace thinks, for losing your parents and being whisked away by a billionaire furry and his half-ghost dog.
Wednesday nights are not for angry little boys who can’t cry to their parents anymore, and certainly not for something as nonsensical, as life changing as murder.
My god this is adorable
He recognizes the signature, even after 10 years. That’s the weirdest part about this whole thing, the time.
He still feels, distantly and at once so closely, like 16 year old Danny Fenton, fresh on vacation. But he also feels all of 11 years of Ace’s old age, in his bones and in his blood.
I love all the beautiful additions ❤️❤️
Titus stares at the pitbull puppy, and thinks I’m definitely gonna kick that guy’s ass the next time I see him.
He’s sure Danny will agree with him, once he explains himself. Heck, dude might even pummel CW into bits. He’s strong enough, Titus knows for sure.
Because that is Dani in Dick’s arms, and she is not only freshly missing a foreleg but also bruised to all hell.
She wobbles on her paws, which is such a weird thing to have, and thinks wretched thoughts towards her siblings.
GOD what a good story, its good enough to make ME cry!! im a stony bastard most of the time. This is a beautiful story even tho there were time skips, it still conveyed the emotions that the characters feel for how Danny/Ace came into their lives and how he leaves. thank you for making this
Aw, thank you! You and everyone's comments definitely give me life. I'm not done with this AU just yet, and I hope you won't mind a ton more exposition in this next part. We're in the last stretch, I think!
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Well, more accurately, he’s forcibly reminded by Sam and Tucker.
He’s had it rough, now that he thinks about it, and the exhaustion suddenly hits him like a bag of bricks. With a 2-ton truck swiftly following it. And maybe even a block of concrete for added measure.
He heaves a sigh and plops into the chair they’ve clearly prepared for him in the middle of their shared apartment.
Whether that is a good thing or a bad thing depends entirely on if one is Haley or if one isn’t Haley.
Since she is Haley, it will be a good day indeed.
The same, however, cannot be said for Dick.
Just reread this and I'm still crying 😭😭😭 I need someone make like small little parodies of these. Like incorrect quotes bwysbsg I need a fanfic of a fanfic cuz my heart can't take it and needs more and I love you author and AHHHHHHH I CAN'T WORDS RIGHT NOW
Had fun with these.
it's surprisingly hard to find quotes that work for ghost half dogs. Who knew?
Good morning! I’m salty.
I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.
This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.
You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.
“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.
If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.
This needs to be reblogged today.
Consenting to see adult content doesn’t mean you should have to see a bunch of shit romanticizing incest and pedophilia you walnut
Except this is the last line of consent before the actual work. So if you’re at this button you have already done the following:
1) chosen to go onto AO3 in the first place
2) chosen the fandom you wish to read about
3) had the chance to filter for the things you do want to see like a specific pairing or a specific AU
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5) had the chance to set the rating level if you wish to remove any explicit content at all
6) have read the summary of the story, which aren’t always great but are the only indicator of what the story will be like writing wise so something about it was good enough for you to click on it.
7) have read the tags of the story which will tell you what is actually in the story. If you have used filters to remove stories with things you don’t want then there shouldn’t be anything in here that’s a shock to you but maybe there is. That’s why the tags are there for you to check for yourself.
8) Then you have to actually click on the story. You cannot see anything other than the summary or the tags without personally deciding that you are going to open and read this story.
9) Only here, at step number nine, do you get to the adult content warning pictured above. You have been through eight different steps, the last six of which have also been opportunities for you to see that this has adult content. And AO3 has *STILL* stopped you to ask one last time “are you sure you want to read this because it has things that only adults should see in it”.
If after this point you are reading incest and paedophilia then it’s probably because you specifically went looking for it.
You walnut.
This is the most beautiful thing that I have seen about ao3
GUYS!!!
FRANCE HAS REACHED THE REQUIRED NUMBER OF SIGNATURES ON THE CITIZEN'S INITIATIVE AGAINST CONVERSION THERAPY IN THE EU!!
ONE COUNTRY DOWN, SIX TO GO!!
We also need still quite a few signatures in order to reach the one million required.
As to date, the six other countries with the most signatures are:
So yeah, still a long way to go, but we ARE slowly getting closer. Don't stop now! Don't let this stay within the community, either, if you have any friends or family who are open to queer rights, get them to sign, too!
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Not a meme, but this is important!! Please vote if you can or share. The deadline is approaching.
Here is a story to answer a couple of plot questions and requests you guys have been giving me. I hope you like it :). If you have any questions , or ideas feel free to ask!
This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all. Captain Vir Stood facing them, as the two Military MPs pulled his hands behind his back locking the energy cuffs around his wrists. Krill stepped in to stop Sunny as she took a step forward eyes wide with confusion and worry.
From where he stood flanked by two massive MPs, the Captain lifted his head, “It’ll be alright, Sunny, Krill, this is just a mistake….. It will be alright.” Despite the reassuring smile on his face, his single eye was wide with worry, the usually blushed human skin of his face had turned white. Though he did not struggle against the arms that held him, he did struggle against something more internal.
“What are the charges?” Sunny demanded. Looking up, the two MPs stared at her in immense distrust and readiness, “I said, what are the charges?” She demanded her looming height casting a shadow. “Don’t you humans have laws for this sort of thing!”
“Sunny, calm down, let them speak.” He turned to look at the MPs who had gone from wary to calm and collected.
“Adam Vir, Captain in the USPC Space Corpse, you are hereby charged with the unlawful divulgence of state secrets, the harboring of non-military personnel aboard a military ship, action without order, and the harboring of an enemy agent. Your court martial trial will be held in one month’s time to refute this counts before UN representatives and Military council. Your rights, if you do not know them will be read to you at your request.”
“I know my rights”, Vir whispered before looking to Sunny and Krill, “Contact the crew, tell them what’s going on. I’m going to need them, and don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine. Keep your heads, and don’t get into any trouble. Follow the signs back to the LA Interplanetary terminal and show them your passes that will get you back to the moon. You can call the rest of the crew from there. Please stay safe.” They were dragging him off now pulling him in increments to the armored vehicle parked off to the side hovering with its glowing blue power source underneath.
Sunny stepped forward again, and Krill stopped her again, “No Sunny, You’ll only make it worse.”
Captain Vir was pushed into the back of the truck sitting down with his hands cuffed behind his back. He looked up from where he was sitting, the smile had dropped from his face.
***
“Are you going to bother telling me where we are going?” Krill wondered examining the camera feed from the hull of the ship and out into the vast darkness of space.
Compared to what he was used to, this part of space was relatively empty, no nebulae, no ice fields, and only the distant arm of a spiral galaxy to add light to their movement.
The captain waved a dismissive hand, “Oh, nowhere important.” Krill panned the camera around to face forward watching as the bright yellow of a terribly average star winked at them from the darkness. As fast as they were going, the star ahead slowly began to expand.
“Initiating breaking sequence, Captain.” One of the crewmen announced.
Krill panned the camera a little further to their right and watched in mild awe as the gas giant grew large in his vision dwarfing its moons a thousand times over. Bands of wind spun upon its surface varying from different shades of red and cream. They entered the pull of the gas giant at just the proper angle to cut across its field and around slowing all the while form the resistance of its gravity before continuing off into space and towards that average main sequence star expanding in the camera’s lens. Expanding much slower now that they had decreased their speed.
A couple of ships detached from the hull as they passed the next planet over.
Krill panned the camera over again in time to see the dark side of a planet winking at him with a thousand distant lights.
“Where are we, Captain?”
“Oh, that, just a midsized human colony.”
The ship was forced to turn following in a circular arc around the sun as they raced towards the next planet, a distant speck in the vastness of space barely visible against the light of the sun.
The captain took place at the helm and manually began slowing the ship even further. He wouldn’t have risked doing the same thing as fast as they had been going earlier, but now he was able to bring the ship to a slow drift as they approached the planet. Despite the captain’s wishes, Krill moved over to the navigation console and seated himself bringing up the current statistics on the system.
“Main sequence star eight planets.”
Stuck on a bus traveling home for the holidays, so I decided to do some writing. I’ve had this idea since the beginning, but one of you readers recently reminded me of this idea again, so thank you and enjoy :)
There is something indomitable about the human spirit. It’s something no one, not even the humans, will ever truly understand. There are two ways of doing things in the rest of the galaxy. You can be isolated, and individual that understands only the genetic knowledge of his species. You may interact with others, you may have family units, but you will never understand those around you on a personal level. Or you can be connected, this comes in many forms, a hive mind or a collective well of knowledge the entire species pulls from. They understand each other quite fully. No one is ever alone.
But then there are humans, I won’t start by saying that humans are special or unusual because I think that has been said before. What I want you to understand is that humans are isolated in their knowledge of themselves. There is not a specie wide well of knowledge from which they can pull their behavior and understanding. There is not a template by which they live their lives, yet, somehow they can experience a welling of empathy to understand others around them. They seem to know the struggles of their fellows without the hive mind to connect them.
Not only this, but no matter where the human comes from, there is always an understood knowledge of thing humans can connect with. They speak of the same anthems, stories, photographs, and memories like they all have a personal connection. Though the humans were not born with a hive mind to connect them, that did not stop them.
They made one.
They share their knowledge by casting it out into the ether, to an unknown server of vast knowledge to access at their leisure no matter their location across the galaxy,
I know it sounds farfetched, but because of this man-made hive mind, the humans understand each other’s experiences in a way that any other species like them will never understand their fellows. A human from earth and a human from Mars may still understand each other and connect over the same things.
They have been doing this for thousands of years.
***
“Keep moving, human!” Captain Vir stumbled a bit against the weight of the slap delivered to the back of his head. Krill could hear the sound of his bionic leg desperately trying to react to the imbalance and keep the man upright.
Sorry that I haven’t written in a few days, but I was studying for a test. Regardless, here is another story. Feel free to send me your ideas. Weather I use them or not sort of depends on if I can think of an interesting way to write it. If the idea is small, I might combine it with another idea later on, but who knows. Please though, send me your ideas!
Humans are the only known creatures to create mutually beneficial bonds with other organisms larger than bacterium. The parallel evolution of humans and canines is a situation completely unique to humans. Some scientists suggest that it came from the need to survive on such a hostile world, while the lay person might suggest that humans are too clueless to know when something is inadvisable or, for that matter, impossible.
Krill had never seen the captain skip before, not that he wasn’t the skipping type, but because that sort of action proved to be more difficult to coordinate with his prosthetic leg. Despite that fact, Captain Vir made a big show of skipping into the bridge grinning hugely despite nearly tripping over the last stair.
“I got my approval.” He chanted continuing his skip around the room as Krill watched in bemused entertainment. For all their predatory nature, humans proved themselves to be some of the most unintimidating creatures in the galaxy. One minute they could be trying to kill you and the next minute they would be trying to cuddle you.
Perhaps, if it had still been his first transfer aboard the human ship, Krill would have seen the ridiculous display as a demonstration of the captain’s athletic ability as some sort of dominance ritual. That, and the wide grin that split his face showing a row of strong white teeth, might have served to Scare Krill away. But six months was sufficient to know that this was an almost overenthusiastic demonstration of happiness.
