Whats Your Danny Wally Chaos Fic About?

Whats your danny wally chaos fic about?👀

There isn't much to this fic in terms of plot if I'm being honest. Just when I saw this post about Danny and Wally being besties in Young Justice and using mix of intangibility and speed force for pranks and shenanigans I thought it would be funny to write. So now I have 1000+ words without aforementioned mix but I'm getting there and when I do arrive, it'll go easier from there. I hope at the very least.

But, here is little snippet:

Wally was not late on mission briefing because he had been stealing cookies M’gann had baked. He wasn’t. He was perfectly on time, Batman hadn’t said anything crucial and Danny was even later. Mere seconds but that’s not important. After speedster yanked door of briefing room and stormed inside, half ghost phased through wall right behind Artemis, apologizing quietly. Girl spun around and punched him before boy eve blinked.

“Don’t you ever sneak up on me again.” Threat was clear in her voice but Danny had none of that.

“How was I supposed to know you were here?! I don’t have X-ray vision!”

“Use door like normal person!”

“Phasing is faster.” He said with suddenly much calmer shrug.

“You lazy–!”

“Like I said, your mission will be –“Batman continued as if nothing happened, successfully shaming bickering teenagers into shutting up. He explained how they had to check out some suspicious lab.

Wally wasn’t really focusing on that. It seemed that Danny’s mess covered his late arrival. He should save ne cookie as a thank you gift. Yeah, Phantom deserved that. Which cookie though? Best one? Now, it felt like too much but on the other hand…

Batman finished briefing and young speedster was glad that he really wasn’t expected to come up with plans since he kinda missed whole thing, debating over cookies and methods of putting one of them inside other boy’s pocket. Yeah, his brain sometimes did that. He still had no idea. Well, they had whole trip to think, so maybe he’ll manage to decide. They all stood up to leave when adult hero added:

“Kid Flash, Phantom, next time be on time.”

So he got caught too. Well, it means no cookie for Danny, which meant he didn’t have to decide which one he shouldn’t eat. But also, it meant 'disappear as fast as you can'.

Hope you enjoyed this and thank you so much for asking. You made my day

You definitely can. You can do anything you want in your life. Just have to remember, some things can be done only once

I made little bitty drawings of Dani and tbh I have quite complicated relationship with them. Especially first one, because I really like how it turned out, aesthetically, all things considered (drew at school with my memory as only reference and my visual memory/imagination are... bad) but also, it doesn't give of Dani vibes if you know what I mean.

On both pictures she has quite bland expression because I wanted to work out how do I draw her first and then go for some more fun stuff but still, for some reason I can't quite pinpoint, my Dani doesn't feel like Dani.

Like, I'm proud of the first one but also it's not it somehow

Please tell me if you have more coherent idea why

I’m just kinda curious! Please reblog for a larger sample size!

@audhumla-sailor my friend, I think it's something you'd like...

since im on a roll about tragedies:

i am sick to death of fourth wall breaks that are funny. i want fourth wall breaks that make me want to cry.

give me hamlet looking up during his monologue to see the audience and plead with them for help. give me orpheus, on the road back up from the underworld begging us to make sure eurydice is there, to tell him she is safe. give me orpheus turning when the audience stays silent.

give me someone, bloody and full of tears monologuing to the camera when the narrative has wound itself so tight that they can't escape it anymore.

"youre just watching me. help me. im dying and im rotting and im losing myself and you wont do a thing."

i want the tragedy to be the performance. i want the tragedy to be, truly, in the eyes of the beholder.

Sometimes being an artist is feeling like a baker seeing a chemist making the deadliest liquid in the world and wishing you could make the deadliest liquid as well but you're a baker, not a chemist, and then you feel like your bread is worthless