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Gravity Falls Noir fic idea

Someone tell me if I should write this

Basic idea:

1949-Two years after the start of the Cold War

Dipper and Mabel were lost in the woods in Piedmont California as children for several years, until they were spotted by locals wandering into town together. They were immediately taken to their parents and interrogated by police, but they wouldn’t talk to anyone but each other. They only seemed to communicate telepathically. Their parents tried therapy, medication, and countless different specialists, but nothing seemed to work and they couldn’t know what they experienced in the woods. The only clue as to what Dipper and Mabel went through was their aversion to triangles and the color yellow, their extreme paranoia, and their resistance to prolonged eye contact. Reluctantly, Dipper and Mabel’s parents send them down to Gravity Falls to see their great uncles Stanley and Stanford, private investigators with a knack for the paranormal. But, as misfortune would have it, the CIA takes notice, and suddenly they’re being watched. Then, things get weird. 

(also, I really love the idea of an old-timey newspaper that says "Mystery Twins Found After Disappearance in Piedmont Woods")

Danny is just Some Guy:

It started as a random idea and has since snowballed. It is not a cohesive storyline as none of these post were made in a particular order.

Original post, Post two, Post three, Post four, Post five, Post six, Post seven, Post eight, Post nine

Snippets/Outtakes: I didn’t know what else to do with these so here they are.

Snippet 1, Snippet 2

Anyway enjoy! Or don’t. I know I am.

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Things I might come back too:

Random snippets: Snippet 1

Being a Dad is hard. Jason being a Dad? It’s complicated.

Original post

Serial killer Jason just acquired a new pet: Demon Danny.

Original post

Danny, due to being illegal because he exists, along with many other things, does not like cops. He makes a youtube channel that youtube can't take down, where he, as a ghost in full view of everyone, stalks and narrates cops like he's Steve Irwin.

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"Right, watch as the pig, in it's natural habitat, eats another donut. Like all other members of this particular swine family, they need to refuel constantly, to keep up energy to hunt minorities. They're unique in the animal kingdom, because they hunt for the pure thrill of it, as opposed to doing it for food. Watch now as it devours it's fourth donut in a row."

Dick was trying to ignore the glowing meta that was recording him eating donuts in his uniform.

His little brother was Tim. This was nothing. He could ignore it.

The meta kid's stomach grumbled, as he was going on about how the donut shop was a cop-sorry, pig's-natural environment.

Dick sighed.

"If you knock it off I'll buy you donuts for yourself."

A Dino rant lol:

This still bothers me this exists lol, like, I feel I’m one of the more lenient paleo nerds who doesn’t mind inaccuracy at all as long as it’s not in a documentary, monsterfied (in terms of behavior, and I mean to the extreme), or people treat it as fact and have the gual to call scientists’ VERY accurate reconstructions wrong.

But this… THIS…

It pains me people like this exist

DINOSAURS WEREN’T SOME MYTHICAL CREATURES MADE UP BY THE GREEKS PEOPLE!

THEY 👏 WERE 👏 ANIMALS👏

THIS IS BASICALLY THE PREHISTORIC EQUIVALENT OF YOU CALLING A MALE LION “WOKE” FOR HAVING A FREAKING MANE, OR CALLING A DOG “WOKE” FOR HAVING FUR, OR BETTER YET, CALLING ANY ANIMAL ALIVE TODAY “WOKE” FOR DOING THINGS IN THEIR LIVES THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE CONSTANT BLOODSHED

I’m sorry about this rant but this kind of thing REALLY R E A L L Y irks me and I’m a VERY lenient person when it comes to dinos-

Way to go twitter for TRYING to make accurate reconstructions of prehistoric ANIMALS (let alone ANY kind of dinosaur, monsterfied or not) political (and gosh, can I just say I’m so tired of the word “woke”!? It’s completely lost its meaning at this point and so many people use it just to justify them not liking something even if said thing is actually GOOD, and if anyone accuses me of things for saying it that, I’m a-political and unbiased and hate how toxic politics are with a burning passion) these guys are so terminally online smh HHHHHH

And it’s not even funny-bad, at least that one dude at my church who keeps trying to argue with me saying dinosaurs never existed and all the bones we found were “goat bones” was freaking HILARIOUS (I’m not joking btw, that actually happened…. multiple times LOL…). This… This is just infuriatingly sad HHHH

Odd Friends

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8Wc67Y4 by auagua Dani Phantom is currently on her tour of the world when she stops in Gotham. She's enjoying a day in one of Gotham's park when she encounters Youngblood and a belligerent Robin, who blames her for the other ghost's destructive behavior. Since her vacation in Gotham has already been ruined, Dani decides that she might as well prank Robin. Written for the DPxDC Worlds Collide Fanzine! Words: 5267, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Danny Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Youngblood (Danny Phantom), Youngblood's Assistant (Danny Phantom), Original Characters, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Danielle "Dani" Phantom/Damian Wayne, Danielle "Dani" Phantom & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Fluff and Humor, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Ghosts, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8Wc67Y4

Batman opened the door, catching the falling body that had come out of the tube. Glowing green Lazarus water flowed around his feet, but he didn’t care. He gently laid the boy onto the ground, listening for breathing sounds. But he wasn’t even sure if his species could breathe. The boy was no older than Tim, with stark-white hair, and pale green skin. The boy wasn’t human, that was for sure, but as to what species he was, Batman had no clue. The teenager hadn’t even opened his eyes since being removed from the tube.

The Lazarus water didn’t smell quite like the pits he was used to. The water smelled cleaner, stronger. Less like battery acid and more like a strong-scented cleaner that he couldn’t give a name to.

He grasped the boy by the shoulders as he picked him up bridal style. He needed to take the boy to the cave, and figure out if he was even alive. A regular hospital wouldn’t be able to do anything for him.

“Batman, we’ve apprehended the last of the men in white suits.” Red Robin said over the comms.

“Good,” His voice was gruff, “Make sure they don’t escape before police arrive.”

Tim didn’t bother saying anything else to him. Neither of them were in the mood for jokes. Not after what they had seen tonight. They had stumbled across a lab in Gotham in an abandoned warehouse. They had thought that it was a Joker hideout when they first arrived, but they had quickly found out that wasn’t the case. After they had began to investigate, they had found corpses of many people that had been thrown into a pit. The bodies had evidence of vivisection, torture, and experimentation. The bodies had ranged from children to adults, but the results were all the same. They were all dead.

They had found tubes like the ones used at Cadmus. They held a few humanoid-species, but most of them looked like they were in varying stages of death. The only tube that looked like it held someone living had been the teenage boy he now held in his arms.

The worst thing about all of this were that they had no idea what this place was, what they were doing, or why they were in Gotham. They had stumbled in by mistake.

He had a lot of work to do.

“No survivors.” Nightwing’s voice sounded. Not even Dick was in a good mood anymore, and he had been joking around for the last few hours.

Batman looked down at the boy in his arms. The boy hadn’t stirred once, hadn’t moved, and hadn’t breathed. He might be carrying a corpse for all he knew.

“And the files?” He prompted.

“Downloading.” Red Robin’s voice was grim. “You’re not going to like it.”

He didn’t like anything about this situation already. How could it get any worse?

“From what I can tell from skimming through the files,” Red Robin continued, “They were experimenting with people’s souls. They killed all of these people because they wanted to catch their ghost.”

“Hrrn.” He looked away from the teenager in his arms. Maybe he didn’t have a corpse in his arms—but a ghost. A ghost of a teenager he failed to save.

What if it had been Tim lying in his arms? Dick? Jason? Damian? Did this teenager have parents before he died, or were his parents in the pit?

The boy stirred, whipping Bruce’s attention back to him. The boy moaned in pain, starting to writhe in his arms.

“You’re safe now.” He said to the boy. “You’re saved.”

“Nnnngh.” The boy opened Lazarus green eyes to look at him. The eyes were hazy, as if exhaustion plagued them. “Batman?”

“They won’t hurt you ever again.” He promised.

“Where is my sister?” The boy asked. “They took her.”

Dick’s words played on repeat in his mind. No survivors. But the boy didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

“We’re still searching the base. She’ll be here somewhere.” He lied.

The boy closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. But even with Bruce watching him, the boy did not breathe. Maybe he didn’t need to anymore. Tears leaked down the boy’s cheeks, as if he knew Bruce’s lie.

Danny's flight or fight response has quite the hair trigger for a few select phrases most being things vlad would say

One such being his full name a bit odd but there's a reason he always asks to be called danny

So really it's not his fault after joining the school in gotham he had been introduced to his class and he'd told them to call him danny

And he hadn't heard him all he'd heard was someone calling him danial and putting a hand on his shoulder

So really he can't be blamed for how he reacted he told everyone not to call him Daniel and he snuck up and called him daniel

How can he be blamed for breaking Damien waynes nose

DCXDP prompt

Summer of change.

Maddie Fenton was many things, and a patient mother of two was only one of them. Here lately, however, Maddie found her patience wearing thin with their youngest child. Now she loved Danny. He was her son, after all, but here lately, his actions and overall dismissive attitude towards everything from his grades to his responsibilities was starting to get to her.

She and Jack had tried everything they could think of to try and get Danny to behave and reconsiderhis actions. From taking away his phone, restricting time with his friends, to full-on grounding him. Nothing seemed to work. They were running out of options, but there was one last thing she wanted to try before, even considering bringing up the suggestion of military school to her husband.

"Hey Jack?" She called to her husband from the living room." Yeah, Madds?" He called back from his position over the kitchen table as he tried to fix the trigger on their latest invention. Hoping that this will be what they'll need to finally catch that ectoplasmic nuisance of a ghost boy.

"Your cousin, the one from Gotham; the one you introduced me to at our wedding. He's a cop, right?"

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Detective Harvey Bullock was a man of little patience and even less tolerance to the kind of nonsense that the usual scum of Gotham City drummed up.

The only times he could ever really recall ever having more patience and tolerance than a saint was when he was growing up with his favorite cousin. So when said favorite cousin called him up out of the blue, asking for a favor, Bullock did little else, then say, "Sure thing," and " anything for you, little Jacky.'

That was how he got roped into looking after his cousins son for the summer. At first, he was hesitant. Asking Jack if he was sure he wanted to do that. After all, he didn't really have much experience with kids( and no, the Bats kids don't count).

But when Jack started telling him about all the trouble his kid was getting into. The arguments, the mysterious bruises, the skipping school, etc. The boy was on the start of a one-way street down to a bad place, and Bullock didn't like it. So he sucked it up and asked his cousin when he could send him.

Now Harvey knew he wasn't a good role model, that Gotham wasn't the safest place for any saine parent to raise a child, let alone send one here; but now that he was told what was going on with Danny. Bullock found himself determined to get the teen to turn over a new leaf. "Who knows," he thought to himself hopefully, "maybe Gotham was the perfect place for him to do it?"