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Hello ๐ my โค friends !
I am asking you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the gruesome war over Gaza to safety and โ๏ธ peace.
Life has become incredibly harsh, tough and full of hardship and painful suffering. We lack all he basic living essentials and necessities such as food, water , medicine and other needs.
The war has made our life hopeless and desperate. My six-member family has been going through the hardest days they have ever experience for almost eleven months due to the disastrous war.
The war has taken every beautiful thing from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and jobless. Everything is tough and impossible to get. Water and living conditions are incredibly unattainable and unaccessible.
The rising prices of all necessary items of life has complicated our living conditions especially when all our savings were spent over the least necessities and needs.
A photo taken for my tender sick children who is suffering from a chronic disease relating to his respiratory system. ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
That is why I am now asking you to lessen and minimize our burdens and loads of life through your contribution.
You can help my family survive through donating whatever you can or reposting my massages.
Yours
Rewaa
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I am Ehab Ayyad a palestinian youngman from Gaza, seeking to find safety and peace for my family if twenty members. We have been passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza. Life is very miserable and tragic as we are now deprived of all means of living. Drink water, healthy food health care and medicine have become things of the past. We are dying dear friends. That is why I am asking you to help us break through this tough situation.
Life in hot tents are incredibly sad and miserable. We are now experiencing the worst circumstances we have ever had in our life. The war has stolen happiness and life from us.
Please don't leave us alone in such dire times. Your kind contribution either through donating whatever you can or sharing my posts will be highly appreciated and valued.
A photo that shows how hard and sad the life is in our new displacement area. Little kids are very desperate and hopeless with this new place. No fun places nor playground exist to enjoy their time. They are painfully suffering from the hardship and harshness of life. Please help my family reduce and minimize our pain and discomfort.
A photo taken for our beautiful house before and after the war. It was completely destroyed and ruined , and all our belongings and possession were burned and taken away. ๐ต๐ธ๐โค๐ต๐ธ
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โฐ ๐จ attention please๐๐จ
Dear friends and compassionate supporters,
My name is Rakan Zaqout, and I am writing to you from Occupied Gaza, Palestine . As the eldest and only son in my family ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ, I am a preparatory student caught in the midst of the devastating war in Gaza. ๐
I am reaching out to ask for your help in raising funds to save our lives as we face starvation during this desperate and urgent time๐
Before the war, we lived a peaceful life filled with love and happiness๐. I had a deep love for birds and cherished a beautiful one of my own ๐ฆ. I have always excelled in my studies at school ๐จโ๐
However,๐ฅ
My and my family life changed dramatically when Israeli military launched a sweeping war against Gaza. My home and our neighbourhood in the North have been destroyed along with our belongings and precious memories early in this crisis๐ฃ๐,Sadly, I also lost my bird๐ญ
Forced to flee with nothing but the clothes on our backs, today, we find ourselves sheltering in a displacement camp lacking access to sanitation, medical supplies, food and drinkable water.ย I will not talk a lot about the dire and unbearable life we have to go through, as no word can express it fairly ๐ฅบ๐ฃ
We are supposed to be playing with other kids, coloring on pages, and going to school. We are supposed to hug our parents, not cry in fear from the bombings. We are meant to be held with love and peace, not buried under rubble and stone.๐ข๐
This genocide has been 10 months of hell and horror. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza.
I refuse to succumb to despair, holding on to the belief that brighter days lie ahead ๐ค๐ค๐๐
Your compassionate aid would mean the world to me and my family.๐ฅบ๐๐โ
Please note, this GoFundMe page is for my mum, @emanzaqout, who has had her Tumblr account terminated three times for unknown reasons, despite being thoroughly vetted. We had meaningful interactions with many of you there.โโWe have always found the Tumblr community to be incredibly supportive and helpful, so your continued support of our campaign until we reach our goal would be deeply appreciated.๐ช๐
The pervious blogs have been vetted
by @90-ghost here
by @dlxxv-vetted-donations here
by @northgazaupdates2 here
by @aces-and-angels here
bros au but they're 12 years apart and jujutsu tech scouted sukuna quite young
Gojo only knows one hairstyle
(kofi support)
hidden feelings
just found a bunch of old ooc screenshots from unus annus so iโm gonna post em here in no particular order
check rbs for more i didnโt realise how many there were
verified ways to donate to gaza directly
Help a Palestinian family directly:
gazafunds.com - Donate directly to a Palestinian family in urgent need of evacuation, medical attention, daily necessities, rebuilding homes, rebuilding businesses or more. Site run by Palestinians, all GFMs verified (full list here). Spotlights 1 stagnant GFM at a time. (*If you can't decide who/where to donate, just go to gazafunds.com & donate to the 1 GFM they show you!)
masterlist of 200+ verified Palestinian GFMs: Operation Olive Branch
Help provide tents: (*emergency as Rafah is being bombarded as we speak)
The Sameer Project: Currently providing tents & transport for families in Rafah who urgently need to evacuate to Deir Al Balah. Has a team on the ground in Gaza who have supplied tents to 1% of the displaced population in Rafah. Run by Palestinians. (paypal) (gfm)
@helpgazachildren: Currently helping Palestinians in a refugee camp in Rafah flee the Rafah invasion to Khan Younis. Funds go directly to Hussam, a Palestinian in Rafah who hosts a refugee camp. Funds will cover the cost of tents & transport fuel. Managed by a Palestinian @.fairuzfan. (gfm)
Food, cash & essentials:
Care for Gaza: Palestinian charity on the ground in Gaza distributing food, cash, medicine & other essentials to displaced families. Proof of their work found on their Twitter. (paypal) (gfm)
We Feed Gaza: Team of Palestinian volunteers in the heart of Gaza distributing food & water to 344+ families. 100% run by Palestinians. Vetted & promoted by LetsTalkPalestine. (gfm)
Direct Aid for Gaza: A Palestinian activist on the ground in Gaza distributing food, cash & other essential supplies to displaced families. Proof of their work found on their twitter. (paypal) (gfm)
Water (*only 2 weeks left to donate!):
Gaza Municipality's water campaign: The official Municipality of Gaza needs help rebuilding the water infrastructure in Gaza City to restore access to clean water & waste management services for the people of Gaza.
eSIMs:
guide to buy & send esims to gaza (highly needed, esim supply very low)
Crips for eSims for Gaza: If you don't know how to buy esims, don't have enough $ for an esim plan, or don't have the capacity to manage them (e.g. topping up regularly), you can donate any amt to this team of volunteers who pool funds to buy & maintain gaza esims regularly (see their financial accountability document).
Medical Aid:
Gaza Wound Care (urgent): Palestinian doctors in central Gaza treating injured/sick children & mothers in neglected displacement camps far from hospitals. Facing a severe shortage of medicines, medical equipment, and supplies. They need funds for their current campaign to battle infectious diseases in refugee camps. (paypal) (gogetfunding) (gfm)
international charities: Palestine Red Crescent Society, Palestine Children's Relief Fund, Medical Aid for Palestinians
One of my favourite ideas to poke at is a reverse Nobody Knows AU
As in Everybody but Danny knows that Phantom is Fenton because Danny died all the way and came back as a normal ghost.
Has no clue who he was. Still acts the same, still protects people, thinks bullies and assholes are losers and tries to save the day with the least property damage and civilian injury possible, but has no clue why people get so sad around him. He just assumes he has an aura he doesn't notice.
He spends some the little downtime he has not fighting other ghosts haunting the school when it's empty and hanging out invisibly in the sky when it's not. He hangs out a lot in the observatory and breaks into the Fenton's basement often. Usually just poking around and never actively malicious. He has no clue how he feels like he knows how their stuff works, but he does.
The Fentons themselves are actually pretty nice to him. He thanks them every now and again for shooting at the other guys but not him (even though their aim sucks). To him, they're Ms. Maddie and Mr. Jack. They never had the heart to tell him anything else.
Obsessed with little Lima Bean Baby Dami. I feel like Bruce would pass out from cuteness if he witnessed his child looking like that.
Talia should send Damian's baby pics to Bruce lol
Feet on the Ground
loose phic phight fill for @oldfashionedbattlehymn
warnings for: murder attempt, discussion of child death
********
Danny wakes up in a garbage bag.
It isnโt as gross as it sounds. Dannyโs the only thing in there, and itโs not like the lack of air is going to kill him; he could rip his way out, but honestly, going intangible is just as effective and twice as easy.
And, of course, once heโs phased his way out of the dumpster behind the gas station, Danny is very, very grateful that he didnโt even try. Everything else in there isโฆ.eeugh. He shivers.
Well. Itโs got to be early morning nowโitโs dark. Thereโs no other cars on the highway. Even the gas station itself is closed, and the stars have already lost their spark.
Time to head home.
*
Danny wakes up behind the gas station. Again.
โฆOkay?
The first time, Danny had just assumed heโd fallen asleep somewhere weird while flying around the neighborhood, but a second time is a pattern. Itโs definitely not his fault this time either, because thereโs no way he would have duct taped his arms and legs together or slapped a gag on his mouth.
Thatโs kind of. Ominous.
Danny frees himself of the garbage bag firstโ and thank goodness he doesnโt have to breatheโ he floats himself out of the bag and the dumpster, which hadโฆthankfully been given a good scrubbing since last time? Thereโs some other trash, apparently, but nothing sharp enough to cut through his durable, tape-based bonds. It takes some finagling and some eye lasers for Danny to finally get his arms free.
And. Hoo Boy. Thereโs no more liberating a feeling than peeling tape off your mouth, even if your mouth skin kind of comes off with it and you bleed a little. But itโs fine! Itโs green, which means itโll heal.
Fabulous. Danny zooms off invisibly into the night, more than willing to put the night behind him.
*
โฆOkay, the third time is what makes it more than a coincidence.
Danny shucks out of the bruise-tight ropes around his wrists, torso, knees, and legs, spits out his gag, and flies home. He finally has to give into the inevitable, and attempts the last resort:
โJazz?โ he whispers, slowly rocking his sister in her bed. Jazz mumbles in her sleep.
โJaaaaazzyโฆโ Danny tries again, trying not to look either too spooky or too imposing. Jazzโs reflexes are such thatโ
The laser she keeps under her pillow goes off. Danny loses a few millimeters of hair, which means that her aim is getting better.
ย He doesnโt have any trouble seeing in the dark (or, uh, not anymore, anyway), but itโs easy to see Jazzโs sleepy squint as she pulls herself somewhat upright. More like a shrimp with scoliosis, but, well. You know.
โWhuh,โ Jazz asks. โ...Danny?โ
โHey,โ Danny whispers, a ghost at her bedside. Jazz grunts. โUh. What does it mean when you keep waking up in a trash bag behind the gas station?โ
Jazz blinks. Jazz rubs her eyes. Jazz blinks again, looking more sleepy than coherent but at least somewhat aware of her surroundings.
โGarbage bag?โ Jazz asks blearily. โYou were in a garbage bag?โ
โYeah,โ Danny whispers back. โMy legs were tied down?โ
โ...Danny, were you murdered?โ
Danny stops.
โHuh?โ says Danny.
*
โSo, if you look here,โ Tucker points out, finger not quite touching the glass of his CRT monitor, โThatโs when Danny gets murdered.โ
There is a collective eeew from the assembled viewersโ Jazz, Sam, and Danny, all crowded in Tuckerโs room.
โYeah, Tucker agrees. The light from the black-and-white footage flashes in the reflection of his glasses. โHereโs where heโs tossed inโฆthere. And this is when they tossed him in the dumpster.โ
Thereโs no sound on the gas station surveillance footage, but Danny imagines that his body clanged on the way in. What the hell. Danny got murdered behind a gas station, and he didnโt even notice?!
They watch the archived footage of a Ford F-150 driving off the property, and then Dannyโs dead body being unceremoniously tossed in a dumpster. Itโs kind of surreal. No one had noticed. There was no one to report the crime committed.
โI canโt believe that guy just clocked you over the head, like that,โ Sam points out. โItโs just a regular car jack. It shouldnโt have gotten you in the first place.โ
The observation isnโt appreciated.
โBe nice! My brother was just murdered,โ Jazz scolds. Danny doesnโt think she sounds as offended as she should be. โEither way, itโs certainly an attempted murder, if not a successful one. We have to do something.โ
โโฆCanโt we just call the cops?โ Tucker asks, turning away from the computer. โI mean. Look. Thatโs proof. We have proof right here.โ
Sure enough, there is footage. Right there. Thereโs Dannyโs murder, in 240p black and white.
โWhereโs the body?โ Sam asks dryly, and. Uh. Thatโs a problem theyโll have to solve.
Everyone looksย at everyone else. No one has a good solution.
โโฆDo we have to do this?โ Tucker realizes at the same second as the rest of them.
Jazz looks at Danny. Danny looks at Sam. Sam looks at Tucker.
Tucker stares back at them, entirely unenthused with the conclusion theyโve come to.
โโฆOkay then,โ Jazz exhales. โHow do you want to do this?โ
*
Sam ends up on top of the gas station, a cell phone in her hand.
Tucker, PDA in hand, sits in Jazzโs passenger seat. The camera feed is ongoing and recording for posterity.
Jazz taps her fingers on the wheel of her car. There isnโt anywhere better to hide than down the road and around the corner, so she does, hoping that theyโre on the other end of the road from whoeverโs killing her brother every night.
Danny is, of course, wandering through the neighborhood.
Losing her baby brotherโon purposeโis the worst thing Jazz can imagine. She feels sick. She wants to throw him into the car and speed away, and break every speed limit law in the county on her way out. She wants to pack him in bubble wrap and ship him expedited to France.
But she does leave her brother alone. She lets Tucker look over the footage as Danny roams around town, just as unaware and unsuspecting as his last few outings.
Tucker sees the man first.
He bolts upright, eyes on his PDA. โJazz.โ
Her head whips around. They watch, silently, as someone approaches Dannyโs lone figure on the doorstep outside the gas station.
They canโt hear anything. Thatโs the scariest part.
โCall,โ Jazz demands. Tucker does.
Doubtlessly, on the roof of the gas station, Sam is dialing too.
*
So. Danny knows this guy.
And. Uh. Itโs kind of embarrassing; heโd asked if Danny was okay walking home alone at night a few hours before his dumpster wake-up call, and Danny had said it was fine.
Apparently, no, it wasnโt fine. That being said, Danny hadnโt been expecting a guy in a button-up and khakis to be the guy murdering him on the down low. He kind of looks like the dude who sells you televisions and burner phones at a Wal-Mart.
The guy comes all the way over to where Danny is sitting on the thin concrete step of the gas station. His breath fogs up from the weather and his eyes rake over Danny, up and down; down and up.
โHey,โ he says, looking all the world like any other concerned citizen. Dannyโs heart throbs. โItโs cold outside. You need a ride back to town?โ
โโฆNo,โ says Danny, who doesnโt.
โYour mom okay with you cominโ home late by yourself?โ the man asks nervously, hands going to his hair.
Danny thinks about how many times heโs woken up in the dumpster. He thinks about seeing his own body on the camera tape. Prone. Dead.
โYou still keep a car jack in your passenger seat?โ Danny asks instead.
The man freezes. An attempted murderer he might be, but heโs not exactly an Oscar-winning actor. โWhat?โ
โThe car jack,โ Danny repeats. He doesnโt know if heโs mad the man keeps targeting him, or whether heโs grateful Dannyโs the only one whoโs died so far. โItโs got a lot of sharp corners. They hurt, you know.โ
The manโฆcarefully laughs the statement off, but he looks. Nervous.
Danny doesnโt really need to confront him; he only has to stall long enough that Tucker or Sam can call the cops, so that they can see this manโs face and get him on the record. But.
Thereโs a part of Dannyโฆ
The man looks so human. Flush with blood. Solid enough to break. Fragile enough to be made broken.
Danny still resents being made dead. This man didnโt kill Dannyโnot in any way that mattered, but heโs an easy target.
He doesnโt breathe. The man watches a boy sit in the shadows of a building where heโs been dumping bodies, and Danny can taste his fear.
โIt hurt a lot,โ Danny says, and he isnโt referring to waking up in the bags every couple of mornings in the last few weeks. โIt hurt so much. I was screaming.โ
The man is silent.
โDo you like to hear the screaming?โ Danny asks, suddenly curious. Did he care, if Danny had screamed, or if he had been too unaware to notice he was dying? Would he have cared, if there were others more breakable than Danny that he had hurt?
He doesnโt answer.
โI donโt like it,โ Danny confesses. In a horrible way, itโs easy to tell his would-be murderer about his deathโunlike Tucker or Sam, who witnessed it, or Jazz, who loves him, this man canโt be affected by Dannyโs take on his own death. In fact, if he is hurt by the thought of Dannyโs deathโฆgood. Itโs better if he is. If there is remorse in him. โI donโt like to hear screaming. I screamed for so long, and so loud. It felt like forever.โ
The manโs hands curl. He steps back.
Danny canโt help but to frown. If he leaves, the whole point of calling the cops will be for nothing, and heโll be warier of coming back to where Dannyโs body was dropped. โWhere are you going?โ
The man takes another step back. Danny rockets upright. Heโs on his feet in seconds. โWerenโt you here for me?โ Danny asks, genuinely confused, arms outstretched. โWeโre here. You dumped me here over and over again.โ
โShut up,โ the man snaps, startling the both of them with his volume. โHeโyouโre not real. Youโreโฆ Be quiet. I have real things to get done tonight!โ
Dannyโs dead heart throbs. Is there another dead kid? Did Danny let another kid get killed in Dannyโs place? โDo you?โ
The man loses his voice.
โWeโre already here,โ Danny points out. He steps closerโcloser to the truck that drove his dead body around town, further from the dumpster where his body had been dropped. The disposal hadnโt been a funeral, but itโs closer than anything Dannyโs ever had. โYouโre here. Iโm here. Arenโt you here for me?โ
A choked breath. Danny gets closer. The ectoplasm in his skin is too warm and too coldโbut he has no idea what he looks like from the outside. Is he glowing? Is he see-through? Does he just look like any other dead kid: a little too cold, a little too pale?
Theyโre eye to increasingly shorter eye. Up close, the man just looks like any other guy. Shaved in the face. Wrinkles around his eyes. A nose. A mouth.
Dannyโs not afraid of him. His head tilts. โYouโve already killed me three times. What are you going to do now? Iโll just come back again. I wonโt even notice. I died. I know what you look likeโI know how to find you. Itโll be easy.โ
The manโs pupils dilateโ
And then thereโre hands on Dannyโs neck. And. Itโs kind of painful, but Danny doesnโt have to breathe. So. He just kind ofโฆpretends to be hurt?
Heโs meant to be stalling for time. The cops are coming. All he needs is time.ย ย
So Danny makes some somewhat dramatic sounds and kicks out with his feet, because a fight lasts longer than a passive victim. He lands a hit to the manโs stomach, and another to his chestโhe doesnโt drop Danny the way Danny might have expected, but Danny isnโt going to run out of air, so this can last forever until the man lets go. Or does something.
โStopโ comingโ back,โ the man snarls, and suddenly sounds nothing like the dudes who man the tech counter at the Walmart. โI got youโ you should be gone!โย
Danny is gone. But heโs also here. And heโs also been gone for a very long time, and heโs also getting choked out by a guy in a gas station parking lot. Itโs been a rough few hours of waiting for this dude. He might as well make it worth it.ย
So maybe his body turns a little translucent. Just a little. Just enough to see the streetlight through his skin, probably, and the hazy road behind them.ย
Getting thrown to the concrete hurts, but, you know, not as badly as getting tossed into a wall by Skulker on a rampage. Dannyโs barely going to be bruised after this.ย
The guy runs to his car, and Danny frowns, scrambling back up, and, wait. Wouldnโt having bruises be better? As evidence? They better not heal too quickly, or else thatโll be it of his physical proof.ย
โWhere are you going?โ Danny asks, more perplexed and angry than anything. Isnโt he supposed to try to kill the witness??
But the guy hauls butt into the cab of his truckโ and then the lights go on and the tires start spinning, the engine roaring to life.ย
If Danny wasnโt actively on camera at the moment, it would be easy to fly after the car. As it is, heโs pretty fast, but heโs not quite quick enough on his feet to chase after a pickup truck careening down the highway in the dark.ย
The manโs gone in a few seconds. Honestly, Dannyโs kind of annoyed about the whole thing. It would have been nice for it to work.ย
Sam climbs down from the roof of the gas station, phone in her hand. โNo, I justโ he choked out my friend and drove off! Send someone over here already!! Youโ do you need the license plate again?!โย
Danny just looks at her. Sam covers her phoneโs mic with a hand: โTheyโre saying five minutes,โ she mouths.ย
Great.ย
Danny hunkers down, throat bruising, and Sam sits down beside him. They wait.ย ย
By the time the cops pull into the gas station, the guyโs more than out of sight. Samโs the one who takes the lead on dictating their story. Danny sort of doesnโt realize how out of it he is until someone tries to throw a shock blanket on him. He almost hits the guy square in the faceโ and Samโs the one who has to catch his arm.ย
Uh. Oops.ย
Jazz and Tucker roll in, hardly pretending to have not been nearby; Jazz wraps her arms around him, and Danny lets her.ย
Sue him. Itโs late. Heโs tired.ย
โ...And I canโt believe you werenโt able to get down the road in time to catch a man who choked out my best friend,โ Sam snaps, which, aw! Dannyโs a best friend. The cop sheโs attempting to strip down for parts looks less sympathetic than Danny feels. โYouโre barely a ten minute drive up the highway! What were you doing, meandering?โย
โNo,โ the cop grits out, eying Sam like a bug on his shoe. โWe were telling the officer down the road what to look out for.โย
Apparently, jamming the gas down hard enough to bust your speedometer gets you pulled over at the speed check.ย
The night is over before Danny knows it. Someone gets him to the station, someone takes photos of his bruises and takes his statement. Someone calls Mom and Dad and then Dannyโs in the GAV, half asleep and exhausted beyond belief.ย
He falls asleep on the couch, Momโs fingers in his hair.ย
*
Itโs not like the Amity Park police tell them anything, but Jazz is the one who finds the report on the news.ย
She records it on the TiVo for him.ย
โEustace Miller, from Tennessee,โ Sam reads aloud, knee to knee on his couch. Tucker adjusts his glasses. โLooks like he was already on the run.โย
โOr as good as,โ Tucker agrees quietly. โLooks like theyโre pinning a couple of cold cases to him.โย
They watch; thereโs pictures of him from his hometown, and from the towns he would visit on his joyride across the country. There were pictures of his family. There were pictures of kids Danny would never meet: kids who were already dead, and who had been for months. Years, even.ย
Theyโd looked so happy in the photos from when they were alive.ย
โฆDanny could relate.ย
Jazz turns the report off that night, thumb on the power button. And thatโs all it takes for Danny to stop waking up in a trash bag.ย
Danny gets adopted by Bruce Wayne au but consider: Danny was brought up in a loving-if absolutely insane- household where pda and mushy gushy stuff wasn't only said, but expected.
The bats almost never voice thier love for one another, instead showing it in a variety of different ways.
What I'm saying is that Danny keeps nearly killing them by saying "I love you." I'm not even joking. Danny has nearly offed the bats more times in his week staying in wayne manor than any Gotham villian would dare try
What if Danny went to school with Damian? Iโm just imagining them going feral together after a little while, because you know that Danny picks up on Damianโs liminal vibes.
I mostly just want Damien to bring Danny home, and for Bruce to do the headcount thing that Mr. Weasley needed to do in Harry Potter. Just like โI couldโve sworn I didnโt have this many this morningโ
Damian made a friend.
It shouldn't be as big a deal as his brothers were making it out to be but even he knew that he didn't have the best track record on friendships. It was hard to get along great with the kids in his school.
A lot of them were too carefree, to be unburdened by the things he saw and did on a battlefield and he couldn't stand how loud and messy they all were.
Damian preferred to sit by himself with some headphones in and draw whenever he could get the chance. According to the other children that made him an "emo loser" and a lot of them took great joy in flinging insults and taunts at him.
He never even spoken to them but for some reason, the general populace of Gotham Acadamy deemed him a great target for their scorn. Sometimes Damian wondered if he deserved their taunts, flung paper and spitballs.
If his time in the Leauge of Shadows truly made him broken and wrong as his classmates claimed.
It wasn't like Damian couldn't defend himself. He could have all of them begging for mercy within a minute but to do so would put at risk his Robin identity.
Which then would put his family at risk. Damian would never allow those under his protection to be harmed. So even if it hurt his dignity he allowed some of the more physical bullies to get a few hits in and ducked his head when he walked through the hallways.
His other classmates saw, but no one chose to speak up for Damian Wayne otherwise known as Bruce Wayne's accident on travel and dirty secret. He was the freak. The weirdo. They knew that if they got involved, even if they didn't agree with it, then they would be targeted.
He never expected anyone to step in whenever his bullies found him.
But then again, he came to learn that Daniel Fenton wasn't just anyone. His friend had a heart of gold with a righteous rage that was hardly contained in his smaller body.
It had been three days since Daniel had been transferred to Gotham Acadamy, during their free period. The youngest Wayne had been minding his own business, eating the vegetarian meal prepared by Alfred and drawing a little in his sketchbook when he was surrounded.
Damian had been pushed up against a wall by the meaty hands of the snickering soccer team. They were gripping his shirt collar and Damian had been preparing for a punch in the face when Daniel had appeared out of nowhere.
"Hands!" Danny had shouted pointing at Derek, the captain of the team with a scowl. He was the one who was going to beat Damian up while his friends held Wayne in place. "That's a penalty kick buddy!"
And then Danny kicked Eric- a teenager who was at least a head taller than him- right between the legs. Danny threw his whole body weight into that kick and the captain proved it by choking out a wheeze and falling to the ground.
Before his friends could react, Danny was upon them swinging his lunch tray like a battering ram.
Needless to say, the rest of the soccer team was not impressed, especially the goalie. They abandoned Damian to fight against Danny, who well seemed like he knew his way in a fight, was nowhere near Damian's level of training.
Good instincts but he lacked a solid foundation.
Danny was able to fight off the seven members of the soccer team (the rest didn't really hang out with them during breaks) but he had a lot of wounds as a result.
"Run dude!" Danny had shouted at him, putting himself between the team and Damian. His lip had been busted, he had a black eye and a nosebleed but Danny didn't seem to care. "I'll hold them off!"
Damian was ashamed to admit that he just stood there in shock at the new transfer's behavior. Daniel....was attempting to rescue him. Why?
He hadn't even known Daniel at the time.
The teachers arrived then, dragging everyone to the principal office where Damian was accused of starting the fight and Danny was threatened with being expelled only three days into his move. The soccer team had been smug, while the principal who Damian believed disliked him for his Middle Eastern Blood, seemed to jump at the fact he could smear Damian's name.
Daniel was on scholarship which did not help his chances at all in a school that had legacies.
His father had been away on a mission, so the school had been forced to phone Richard instead. When his brother arrived the soccer team's parents had been throwing a fit about all the hits Daniel had gotten in.
"Mr. Wayne shouldn't have agitated them and Mr. Fenton jumped in unprovoked. ," The Principal said staring Richard down when his brother had loudly demanded to know what happened.
"But he didn't" Daniel cut in. His guardians hadn't arrived yet and had remained mostly silent by the way. The group of parents and teenagers turn to him. "They were the ones to attack Wayne. I hit them unprovoked though. That part is true. They didn't do anything to me, but I can't stand cowards that attack in groups."
"I guess you have proof of this?" Mrs. Skeel sneered. She was Eric's mother and often brides her son out of problems.
"I have a body cam," Daniel reveals pulling out a miniature camera from his tie. He smiles at the dumbfounded stares his actions cause."Recorded the whole thing."
"Can I see the footage?" Richard requested, which Daniel easily handed over. They played it on the Principal's computer and there the camera shows Daniel sitting in the tree that Damian had chosen to sit under. The video captures Daniel watching him up until the soccer team arrives, and their innocence is proven.
Daniel didn't seem to care that he made enemies with almost everyone in that room as Richard quickly took control of the meeting with the evidence. Damian thinks he may not have to worry too much now that the staff were aware that Waynes would and could cut their funding.
Not only that, but the parents were also weary of angering Father. None of this meant that Daniel was safe so Damian took it upon himself to never let the new student be alone for too long.
As a means to protect him.
It wasn't until he realized two months later that school had gone for a dull meaningless pass time to laughter and enjoyment because of Daniel. They walked to class, they shared notes, they passed notes, they watched videos, Daniel chattered about everything and anything and they sent each other funny memes.
Daniel was vastly different from Damian but it didn't seem to bother him. If anything their differences were what made them so close. Daniel claimed that his two best friends back in his old school were vastly different in interest and personalities too.
He had made a friend.
Daniel was his friend.
A friend who didn't seem to mind when he would go quiet to draw or medicate. A friend who didn't need an explanation or justification for his eating habits. A friend he was able to vent about his troubles to and lend an ear to when Daniel faced his own woes.
A person who laughed at all his dark jokes, regardless of how much death was in them. Someone who seemed almost as... what did Todd call him? Feral? as Damian was.
Damian had chosen to invite Daniel to a sleepover. His very first ever sleepover with people from school- Jon held the crown for being the first friend to have a sleepover with him- and he has been ever so excited.
It's childish for someone of his age to show such anticipation for something so small but he couldn't help himself. Something about Daniel was captivating. Almost otherworldly so.
There was something about him that made all of Damian sense buzz but not in a bad way. He isn't sure what it is, but he is getting tired of Drake's and Richard's knowing smirks.
He detested being left out of the loop.
The doorbell rings. Todd makes the motion to stand up, which would be a disaster. He does not want Daniel- a person who swears in old classic book titles to meet his one brother who adores said books and reads them for fun.
Damian flings himself over the couch, using Todd as board. He ignores the shout of rage that his action causes and the hollaring laughter of the rest of Father's brood.
He clears the door before any of the other Wayne members and breaks out into a run. Just in case any of them got the idea of trying to meet Daniel before Damian can control the situation in which it happenes.
Also, he wanted to see Daniel. Spring break felt like an eternity now that he couldn't see his friend every day. He would like to have met up with him since the break started but Daniel's guardian had planned a trip and they only just returned.
He had yet to meet Daniel's uncle but heard a lot of Mr.Clockwork from the teenager. Damian was still unsure if he liked the man. He seemed far too aloof when it came to Daniel.
"Geez Dami, relax! Your boy toy isn't going anywhere!" Brown cackles
"Give him a big smooch!" Drake adds, his laughter echoing Brown's
I will deal with them later. Damian swears, fixing his hair from where it had fallen out during his run. He checks his reflection in the mirror by the doorway. He wants to look good for his first ever school friend's sleepover.
Damian had picked his best outfit, wearing his favorite jeans and black button-down. He accessorized with silver rings and chains, grateful Jon had been willing to facetime to give him the modern teenager stamp approval.
Once he is satisfied that his appearance is at its utmost best, he opens the door.
"Hi, Dami!" Daniel chirps. He is wearing a faded pair of jeans and a white shirt with a red dot in the middle. It's nowhere near Damian's stylish and well-put-together often, and yet he looks as beautiful as a grace nymph outside the school uniform.
Damian mind goes blank for only a second before he nods. "Daniel.Welcome. This is Wayne Manor. I live here for I am a Wayne."
For I am a Wayne!? Damian thinks to himself in horror unsure why those words hand tumbled out of his mouth. A wave of shame washes over him as Daniel curiously looks around with that pleased little half smile on his lips.
Daniel is always half smiling as if he heard a joke only he was privy to.
"This place is cool!" Daniels says spinning around to face him and missing Father stumbling out of the living room. Damian is unsure why the man had return so soon, as he thought Batman would be off-world for another week at the least with Flash.
His father looked dead on his feet, eyes half open as he walked up to Daniel and yanked him into a hug!?
"Oh," Daniel says pressed up to Father's chest. "Hello?"
"Hi, son." Father mutters. He squints down at his friend with bloodshot eyes. " Did you get smaller Timmy?"
"Father!" Damian shouts outraged while the rest of his so-called siblings come spilling out of the other sitting room.
"Bruce!" Drake shouts a wide grin on his face. "I'm over here."
"Wha-? Then who is this?" Father blinks slowly, one eye closing before the other, as he tilts his head. He has yet to realese Daniel, though his part his friend seems content with the embrace seeing as he had returned the gesture. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.....ten? Do I have ten children?"
"You only have nine" Thomas calls out helpfully. Father nods, then counts again, pointing one finger at the people in the room
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine" He looks down pointing at Daniel. "Ten. Why are there ten of you?"
"That's a son-in-law, old man"
"No. I could have sworn none of my children are married......Dick you're not married are you?"
"Not yet B."
"Jason?"
"Trying to find a finger to put a ring on it Old man."
"Cassandra?"
"No thank you."
"Tim?"
"Ew."
Daniel giggled at Drake's response and Damian felt the sudden urge to bury a knife in Drake's side.
"Steph?"
"Nah."
"Duke?"
"I'm too young B."
"Cullen?"
"I can't even get a date, Bruce"
"Harper?"
"Inability to get dates run in the Row family tree."
Father nodded then. "Good none of my children-"
"What about Dami?" Daniel asks with a wide grin. Both his friend and Father turn to stare at him. Damian suddenly feels himself sweating through his shirt.
"Damian? You aren't married?
"Of course not!" He denies it loudly and faces an unconformable red. Daniel cackles like the devil he is.
Father meanwhile continues to hug Daniel while muttering. "Then where did ten come from? Alfred? Why are there ten children in my house?"
"Master Bruce if you do not let that young man go and go see Dr.Thompkins for that concussion I swear, heads will roll!"
Damian is grateful that once again Alfred seems to be the only one with a brain in this manner.
"I like it here," Daniel proclaims watching the butler drag away his confused father. Damian is utterly unprepared for the look that his friend shoots him from under his eyelashes, and he almost trips over his own two feet as he says. "Show me to your room?"
"I...of course! This way! I live here!" Curses his voice cracked. It ended in a squeak! He, Damian Wayne son of the Bat and Demon, made a fool of himself by squeaking!
"This is better than a daytime tv sitcom." Row- the male one- snickers from the stairway and Damian flips him off as he passes by with Daniel.
So I've seen a couple of Demon twin prompts that have Danny and Damien knowing and keeping in touch with each other over the years with the Batfam none the wiser (The funniest being that Damien had Danny go and replace him for a week then the two played it off like it had been happening since Damien was brought to the manor. Another good one had Danny quickly dropping off Ellie with Damien leaving him to introduce Bruce to his granddaughter). How would this play out for you? Would Danny have run with Damien faking killing him, would he have just disappeared from the compound (?) One day?
Their mother had given birth to identical twins. Damien was born three whole minutes before Danny, which shouldn't have mattered much but to the Ra's it meant the world of difference.
Ra's did not want to raise more than one hire. He did not believe in spares or succession struggles. He gave Talia the ultimatum,- pick one twin to raise in their ways and give the other up to a civilian family or lose them both and her status.
Talia will never claim to be an angel. She knew that her heart was cold and wrenched as needed to cleanse the world. She was far too selfish to even consider becoming a civilian away from the league.
It wasn't a bad life, in the end, to become a regular civilian but it was not for her. Ra's had many children who were never deemed worthy of being part of his greater plans. He never mistreated them, but ultimately he ignored them and they grew up not knowing the blood that ran through their veins.
Talia herself knew of six siblings- all different ages and races- that she had seen from a distance. Her father would take her sometimes to see them, to be reminded that unlike them, she was destined for greatness.
They were nicknamed as the Lost by one of Father's past heirs. He had died fifty years before Talia's time but he was known for his surprisingly humorous outlook on life. How Ra could stand it, she will never know.
Sometimes Talia pitted her Lost siblings. They would be outlived by their father- as all of his children thus far have been- but they would never know the waste their lives had become. They would never know the glory of battle, the rush of leading an army, or the satisfaction of successful missions.
They lived in a rose-colored world inside a small fish bowl. Her Lost siblings would never know the vast wonder of the world.
Sometimes Talia envied her Lost siblings. Even though they had no real impact on the world, no real importance, they lived peaceful lives. They grew, made friends, and fell in love without fear of being betrayed. A foolish belief but one that seemed almost blissful.
How light would their shoulders be to not have to carry the weight that Talia has known all her life? Weight to be the best, to be the killer her father required, to allow her son to head to a possible death day after day.
None of them had to worry about their children never returning from a mission like she did. That's why she trained Damian so harshly, why she pushed and pushed until he reached perfection. If she didn't, then Damian would be bested in the field and his death would shatter what little humanity she still held.
She had taken Danny- her sweet youngest boy- to America to entrust him to her Beloved. It was only as she arrived on American soil did she realized that Bruce would not be satisfied with only one twin.
He would do everything in his power to get them both. Despite the years he trained with them, after learning their ways and their mission, Bruce did not approve of the League.
He was powerful enough to succeed in taking Damian as well if she gave him the chance.
Talia chooses to not do so. She instead stopped at the closest city that was miles and miles away from Bruce Wayne. She found Amity Park, a small sleepy town that would never gather much attention let alone Bruce's, and located a couple struggling for a second child.
After her men screened them and after making sure that they were harmless despite their eccentric research into ghosts, she gave the Fentons her Danny in adoption.
When she signed the adoption forms, Danny offically became a Lost sibling. She flew home, and held Damian just a tad bit tighter and longer, allowing only a few tears to fall before shutting away her heart.
She visited him through the years, but never within sight. Danny was unaware of her presence, as he stumbled his way with his life. He was unpopular with his peers, uncoordinated in basically everything, and the idea of him harming anything was laughable.
He had too much of his Father's heart but none of his will.
Talia made the right choose in getting him out. He would not have survived long within her lifestyle.
When her sons turned six, Talia had chosen to take Damian to see his Lost brother. She had two motives for doing so. The first was to show Damian what became of those deemed unworthy. To let him see that he had been given the honor of being the twin to inherit all that the Al Ghuls could offer.
The second was so that Damian could see his brother still lived, even as worthless and meaningless as he did so, he was still alive. He would know nothing of their world but he would still be able to walk through a different one.
She hoped but never voiced that he would find comfort in this and maybe even affection for her foolish Lost brother.
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What she was not aware of, was that Damian Al Ghul was just as selfish as she was. Once he saw what he deemed as his there was little in this world that would stop him from owning it.
He believed he was entitled to having a connection with his blood brother so underneath Talia's and the League of Assassins' noses, Damian did just that. He officially introduced himself to Danny when he was eight and told him the truth about their heritage.
Danny welcomed him with open arms. Despite being polar opposites in personality the identical twins were the best of friends. Damian always looked forward to seeing his brother for a short visit whenever the opportunity arose.
Danny was always pleased to host him for a weekend and the Fentons were more than happy to have him over. They may not have been able to adopt Damian but he was just as much their son as Danny was.
Damian just wishes he could return the gesture but if he ever had the Fentons over at Nanda Parbat they would all be dead within the first thirty minutes.
It was best to go to Danny.
Then Damian went to live with Father. It was a rough adjustment and he is not proud of his less-than-optimal reaction to Father's adoptive siblings seeing as the Fentons had proved blood is not required to love a child. It took months of getting used to living there before he was comfortable enough to go visit Danny again.
They spoke every night on the phone, however, since he no longer had to worry about traitorous warriors reporting his contact with a Lost sibling. He told Danny everything about the Waynes, just as Danny told him everything about being Phantom.
They just forgot to tell any of the Waynes about him.
Damian offered to have him over now that he knew Father would never harm his brother, and that the other Wayne children wouldn't kill him either. Danny, ever the most mischievous of the two, had a better idea.
"We could prank the family instead." Danny chirps floating above his bed, headphones in his ear as tries to play videogames upside down. He grins at the screen where Damian stares back at him.
Facetiming Danny can be a bit difficult when his brother has a hard time sitting still.
Damian wasn't strong enough to say no to him.
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"Master Bruce" Alfred didn't shout exactly but it was a near darn thing that had everyone in the cave tensing up. They all turned to an older man who was nervously gesturing to a screen. "We seem to have a guest"
They gather around the older man, watching as a teenage boy wearing baggy oversized sleepwear rampages through the kitchen in an ill-fated attempt to make...a sandwitch?
"How did he get in?" Bruce demands at once watching the boy pour himself a large cup of milk. His face was turned away so they couldn't see him clearly but-
"What are you all babbling about? That's not a guest." Damian scoffs after pushing his way to the front of the computers. He waves a hand at the stranger and it is conveniently at that exact moment that he turns around gulping down his milk.
It's an exact replica of his youngest. What in the world?
"Demon Brat" Jason starts slowly, hand reaching for his gun. Bruce would be angry by that, except he's not exactly sure that his son is standing with them now "Who is that?
"Obviously it's Daniel."
"Who?" Dick asks
Here Damian actually pauses looking around at everyone in as close to alarm as Bruce has ever seen him. "Daniel. My brother. Do you all not remember him?"
"Master Damian, this is the first time I have heard of your brother," Alfred stressed, the tone just a tad bit off from being upset. Damian's eyes widen behind his mask suddenly looking rather small.
He stares at the butler like he has never seen him properly nodding his head to the Batcomputer. "Check for yourself."
"I'll do it." Tim offers strolling over. With Babs on vacation with her father, he is the best with computers. He will know if something has been altered. A few clicks on the keyboard was the only sound within the cave as everyone stood around in unease.
A quick hiss between his teeth has Tim announcing. "Demon Brat isn't lying."
There on the multiple screens is proof that for the past four years- since Damian came to live with them- there was Danny. The brother with a medical condition that made being a Bat impossible.
Tim even had a personal folder- one he made but couldn't remember making based on his wonderous expression- titled "Angle Brat". Apparently, he and Danny got on like a house on fire. At least according to the files.
"Are you all quite sure you have no recollection of Daniel?" Damian questioned. His stance is protective, tense in a way Bruce has come to know as his son being nervous.
None of this makes sense. The last time Damian was this nervous was the last large Justice Leauge mission when all hands were on deck to fix the timeline-
Oh No.
"Damian, on the last rank 10 mission of the league you were the only one on the Watchtower when Flash shifted us back. Even Alfred was commanding a tank that day." He states waiting until his son nods in agreement. Around him, everyone was equally tense likely realizing the same thing.
"I was not alone Father. Daniel was with me. I couldn't possibly control all those stations alone."
Of course.
"Damian, I'm afraid the last mission erased Daniel from our timeline. I do not remember him."
His son's eyes practically bug out of his head. He swings around in small circles looking towards the rest of the family. His jaw clenched at their blank expressions.
None of them remembered Daniel either.
"We must inform Daniel at once-"
"No!" Dick shouts, cutting him off. There was a slump in his shoulders as he spoke much less sharply now. "If we do that, there is a chance that Time will try to force his existence out. It could.... erase Daniel completely."
"So what? We just pretend to know the kid? Lie to him?" Steph scoffs,
"Yeah as much as it sucks. I've worked with Bart long enough to know that there is a real danger in telling Daniel the truth." Tim sighs running his hands over his face.
"That's fucking great." Jason sneers, kicking a chair. Duke's hands are curled into tight fists, while Cass is looking at Damian with a sad frown.
Damian sneers at them, fleeing into the showers. Cass is one step behind him. Likely for the best, his eldest daughter has always been the best one to confine into. If anyone can get Damian talking about his feelings without being too pushy, it's her.
Alfred remains silent but his posture is stiff and straight. He is equally as displeased as his more explosive children. Not that Bruce couldn't blame him.
His heart has already shattered a dozen times over once Daniel's files have been brought up. He has forgotten his son. Has lost him in a way as close to death.
He flickers through them with the family. Everyone wants to remember as much as possible. There is so much. Daniel has a heart condition that has him attached to a heart pump, his consistently cold and is rarely strong enough to wander too far away from the manor.
In fact, he seems to collapse a lot like his legs just become intangible. Talia isn't aware he is still alive- Damian broke the rules to get him out of the league before his plan execution due to his condition.
Despite all of this, Danny had the biggest heart out of them. He seemed to be the kind of person with an easy smile, and happy pun waiting. He is so gentle that Tim's nickname "Angel Brat" is not just a mirror of Damian's
And Bruce forgot him.
To make matters worse the cave's elevator dings on, and down it comes Daniel himself. He looks exhausted, likely not used to being up so late but he smiles at them all warmly anyway
"Hey guys! Welcome home!" He greets. He rushes forward, hugging everyone with ease that not even Dick has been able to do. His movements are done so naturally that this must be how he greets them every night.
Everyone lets him and he doesn't seem surprised by the fact they return the hugs.
Bruce feels like vomiting as his youngest- Damian is older- smiles up at him. "Welcome home Dad! Love you."
"I..." His words catch in his throat. Daniel tilts his head confused but Bruce pushes through wrapping his arms around him just as tightly. "I love you too son."
"Tell the others you love them too" Daniel whispers in his ear. "Don't forget that they need to be shown through words and gestures too Dad!"
Bruce stiffens, unsure if he should but he doesn't have enough information to deny Daniel anything. If he suspects something is wrong he may zap himself out of existence. He can't let that happen.
He pulls back from Daniel after a moment, and then without giving the others warning, he reaches for the child closest to him. Jason yelps as he is dragged into Bruce's warm embrace. "I love you, Jason."
"Ugh what?" Jason sounds confused from above him- when did his little boy get so tall?- but he wraps his arms around him too, giving the beaming Daniel a quick glance before he mutters. "Love you too old man."
Bruce turns to Dick who is practically bouncing on his heels, arms held out. He steps into them easily, grunting as Dick squeezes him with all his might. "I love you, Dick"
"I love you too!"
Tim is staring with wide longing eyes over Dick's shoulder and Bruce knows he will have to hug him next. Behind him, Daniel has moved to embrace both Jason and Steph, which triggered a group-wide personal hug.
Even Alfred is there affording hugs and I love yous.
It's.....nice.
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None of the Bats are good enough to read the body launage as Cass is. She saw the mischievous glee her new brother was hiding as he went around hugging everyone.
Damian taps her wrist. "Will you keep quiet of Daniel's harmless jest?"
She smiles. "Funny. They think they can't say no to him. "
"Oh, Dad! Now that you're back can I paint your nails?" Daniel asks loudly. "I have the best black nail polish!"
"....I suppose that is fine."
Damian cracks a smile. "My brother is a menace."
Half Normie AU Master Post
โHalf Normie AUโ is just a Monster High/Danny Phantom crossover AU that Iโve been working on, with a big focus on Werewolf Tucker AU and a bit of Savant Par as well. Iโm going to give you the links in a general chronological order, but also some other stuff.
Plus hereโs a whole little run down of the timeline too.
Keep reading
I really liked the idea of half-ghost Jason, so I did my take on a design for him ๐
Unlike Danny, Jason's halfa mode is closer to Vlad since the death and rebirth didn't happen at the same time.
It looks more like what the person wants to project as vibe?
The spectral cloak was initially there look more ghostly, but then my brain cooked up the idea that it acted almost like a bunch of whiskers, sensing ectoplasm or potential threats around him (like an octopus, idk if it's funny or cursed ๐ )
Jason would probably use (maybe abuse a bit) of his ghostly powers after Danny somehow purified the Lazarus waters in his system (Danny, head in his hands : I didn't mean to perform accidental halfa creation).
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The Bats are not having a good time. There is someone killing off criminal left and right in Crime Alley and the culprit is extremely efficient and clearly trained.
No sign of entry at the crime scene. Not even a spec of dirt left behind.
Crime Alley has become suspiciously calm recently.
They whisper about a boogeyman, a red ghost.
(I honestly really want to continue this โค) Edit: Here is Part 02!
The Waynes - TV Pilot (Part 1 of 4)
Logline: In an effort to appear as harmless celebrities, billionaire Bruce Wayne hires a reality TV crew to document his family members' chaotic lives. (Part 2)
Part 2 Part 3 and Part 4 are up now!!!!
Did I get a B.A. in Creative Writing for this? Maybe
Btw (O.C.) means Off-Camera so they're in the room but the camera doesn't see them!
I am working on finding the best way to upload this to AO3, but I can't promise if or when it will happen. (I also need to make a new account.) So apologies for the lack of accessibility. Screenshots are my best friend and only option right now :) Also
DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION (THIS OBVIOUSLY TOOK A LOT OF TIME, I WILL BE OUT FOR BLOOD)
Part 2 is separate because I just couldn't fit all 24 pages into one post ยฏ\_(ใ)_/ยฏ
(And for those wondering why I'm saying 24 pages instead of 50 like I said originally, it's because my FULL pilot is actually two episodes made to fill an hour block.)
For the DC x DP server gift exchange!
Constantine has been taking care of dealing with a stray King of the dead for a while now
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guarding the flock
(please consider: ghost king danny but the crown is a wolf collar)
the hardest part of the job is breaking the news that lactose intolerance is more permanent than death