Sometimes Violence Is The Option

sometimes violence is the option

a veces la violencia es la opción

the Princess and the King

pls take a moment to look at them…

Can someone explain what happened in the danny phantom fandom

Dp X dc prompt!

In this prompt, liminals/ghosts need to consume fresh ectoplasm to stay healthy and not starve. In addition, the headcanons “only those exposed to ectoplasm can see ghosts as they really are”, and “how people see ghosts is based a lot on their personal perceptions of reality.” have been mushed together. Like, someone un-exposed to ectoplasm knows that SOMETHING is there and it’s scary, but they haven’t been exposed to enough ectoplasm to actually comprehend what it is, so their mind just fills in the empty space with whatever their scared of + what makes sense to them for the context.

So Gotham has a lot of ambient ectoplasm and that’s enough to keep Jason from starving completely, but nowhere near enough to be healthy. The inherent ectoplasm he has is basically rotten cause Lazarus pit be like that, so although he is alive and well in human terms, from a ghostly perspective he is extremely emaciated and sickly. Jason has felt varying degrees of empty and BAD since he came back, but there’s not exactly a handbook for this sort of thing, so Jason just accepts feeling terrible and being quick to anger as his new reality.

Cue the bat family calling him up and asking him to check out some weird reports they’ve been getting. Apparently people have been seeing stuff- a shadowy floating baby, a rotting animal corpse walking around, a ball of energy floating through a wall, etc. Which would be strange enough, but since the sightings started popping up at the same time, Bat’s is theorizing that all the sightings are being caused by one entity. And a lot of the reports are in Jason’s stomping grounds, so they want him to take a look.

He obliges (not because he wants to help his family, it’s JUST because it sounds interesting, ok?) and quickly finds the whatever it is. And he kind of wants to laugh because THIS is what everyone was freaking out about? The thing looks like a gumbrop. Granted it was the size of a cat and glowing a suspiciously Lazarus green, but STILL, what on earth was everyone so scared of?

Regardless, it was in his territory and needed to go. It moved surprisingly fast once it spotted him, and it was taking a lot for Jason not to lose sight of it. Oracle offers to send someone to help and even Jason is surprised at how angrily he says no. But maybe he shouldn’t be- he’d seen it first, it was HIS to catch. He discarded his helmet after her next question- she was distracting and the little thing was now periodically turning around to chirp mischievously at him and he was going to GET it, darn it.

He tells himself that the frantic urge to catch the creature was just mission excitement. The wild, clawing NEED to have it was just enthusiasm. The aching pull in his stomach wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, his mouth was watering because it had been dry, NO other reason.

He was fine. This was fine, nothing was wrong, he just REALLY needed this thing.

He loses sight of it for a second, but it’s fine because he knows the direction it’s going.

He turns the corner and pulls up sharply. The gumdrop thing has been caught, but not by him. There’s a figure holding its limp form, staring at him with wide eyes, obviously in the middle of eating it.

Jason distantly thinks he should be confused or horrified, but all he can feel is devastation. It was supposed to be HIS- this was HIS territory, HIS place, he should be the one to get it. But he hadn’t been fast enough and now he wasn’t going to get ANYTHING-

Danny, meanwhile, feels like the biggest jerk in the world. He’d caught the fat blob ghost more out of habit than hunger, since it had practically run into him zipping around the corner. But this other liminal had been in the middle of hunting it and was now looking at him with abject betrayal.

Danny’s feelings of guilt got worse as he crept a bit closer and realized that the other liminal was sick. They’re ectoplasm felt tainted, contaminated in a way that spoke of long term illness. Danny’s brain was going a mile a minute, connecting the pieces. This liminal felt fairly strong so he probably had his own territory, and since he was sick he probably couldn’t go far to hunt. Which meant that in essence, Danny had waltzed into the house of a starving, bedridden liminal and eaten directly off his plate.

Yeah, Danny was officially the worst.

But he hasn’t actually eaten it yet, so there’s still time to fix it! Danny quickly offers to share, rambling to the not-quite-starving liminal that it’s like the fattest blob ghost he’s ever seen and he really doesn’t mind sharing and he can have most of it if he wants, Danny’s not that hungry and pretty please don’t be upset?

Jason can hardly understand anything he’s so ravenous at this point, but he does understand that he’s being offered the food he thought he’d lost, so he chows down without any fuss, much to Danny’s relief. He tries not to judge how messily the guy is eating cause who knows how long its been since he’d caught any fresh ectoplasm and its honestly no worse than Danny was the first time he ate a blobbie.

Except- the guys tainted ectoplasm seemed to be fading? Huh, maybe the illness wasn’t as terminal as it seemed on the surface, if all that was needed to fix it was a decent meal.

Danny decides to leave, the liminal is obviously going to be fine and once they’re head clears they’re probably going to be embarrassed that Danny saw them in such a state and he doesn’t want to deal with that kind of awkwardness. He carefully leaves, relieved that something that could have ended very badly had worked itself out.

Meanwhile, Barbara is trying to get Jason to respond to her without success. The last contact was almost half an hour ago when he’d snarled at her for asking if he needed someone to come help. She was pretty sure he’d ditched his comm after that, but his trackers were still active and she could see he’d come to a stop. He’d been very clear that he didn’t want help, but they knew nothing about this entity and Barbara is hardly going to chance that he might be slowly bleeding out somewhere. She sends someone (or multiple someones) to go check on him.

They find Jason splattered head to toe in faintly iridescent gore, hunched over with glowing eyes and softly growling as he eats something unidentifiable.

Did... Is that-

Huh. I do that, dont I?

I have been told before what my actions do to other people, yes I'm short, no I will not ask for your assistance FUCK OFF-

tim: What’s it like being tall?

dick: Is it nice?

duke: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

jason, glancing at damian: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.