what do you do when you start to feel like a sugar/trust fund baby????
help. me. please.
it feels wrong.
😭😭😭😭😭
I don't even remember them.
and they just do this.
imagine receiving 1000 + dollars from a person you don't remember. like wtf??? wtf are you doing? I'm thankful, but like... why? for what??? I'm confused. I don't remember getting presents for no reason. I'm not fit for a trust fund baby role. I'm literally the family's greatest disappointment. I can't spend money left and right like a sugar baby(even if i have enough money for that). I'm literally the opposite. why are they giving me money? I feel distressed about it. I'm gonna cry.
and like I don't do anything special
why do strangers keep giving me presents?
help. I really don't know what I do wrong in life.
Apparently, you can boop yourself.
Totally legal, no registration and SMS needed.
Eh-he
Danny Phantom x Evil tv series.
No one asked for it.
So I'm asking.
Begging.
Dying.
✨👀
I mean.
Both have spiritual shenanigans.
And if we are talking about secret identities.
And several people who basically see ones true nature/soul/sins/whatever sister Andrea sees in people.
We sprinkle everlasting trio into the church's business... Cause Danny can't be normal to save his half-life.
Ghost king Danny? Ice core? Cool.
Andrea sees a freaking regal humanoid creature... Ice demon??? It's colder in the room, but it doesn't seem malicious. It smiles at her. And asks if she knows how to meet Dr Kristen Bouchard. Cause it's sister recommended her as a therapist.
chilling on my father's pants like he owns them. my father says: damn cat! shedding its filthy fur everywhere😡. he only asks for food! I'm so fed up with his bs. Why does he shit so much?
and my father, whenever he barges into my room carrying our cat like a baby: look! look! he made /insert cute thing/ while /insert any action/🥹
that's quite concerning
imagine your comrade saying
"I was thinking about "beep" myself for the past 3 weeks" before passing the fck out face first
"hey! wtf danny? u good?" -jl/yj/t
spoiler alert, he isn't.
ghosts didn't bother him for the next few weeks.
Danny moves to Gotham, hear him out! There's really good jobs there that pay through the nose and the cost of living is cheap!
Plus, the city is riddled with heroes and vilains! It's so easy to slip under the radar!
Unfortunately, there are so many civilian casualties. Like, all the time. Even in Metropolis!
So Danny, for his first year in Gotham, opens small portals to the Far Frozen and gets schooled on being a field medic. None of his powers can really be used for healing, but they can make people feel better. He just has to be careful to be as far removed from the Phantom moniker as possible, so he can't use any obvious powers.
He gets a bit of a reputation in Gotham; a small time hero of the people, for the people. A hero not invested in fighting, but in dragging civilians away from the danger. He doesn't even have a moniker; people are too busy arguing over the best one for him.
So while aliens are attacking both Metropolis and Gotham, Danny is out in full kit; a gas mask to hide his face, all black, repurposed kevlar from the vests the GCPD did not properly dispose of, no identifying markers.
But one of the clean up crews notices something insanely worrying; the geiger counter they have to point at alien spaceship parts? Yeah. Yeah, it's going off when they point it at the new small-time hero.
That hero's power is radioactivity. Holy shit. It's not at a level that will hurt people, but when he's dodging through fighting the level goes up.
The clean up crew concludes and shares via Twitter that the medic-hero is only a danger to others if he gets too stressed.
Word spreads fast, and pretty soon the absolute second Danny shows up on a scene, all fighting stops.
After all, no one wants to piss off the living Nuclear Bomb.
Basically, Danny's ghost-everything sets off Geiger counters, and now absolutely everyone is convinced that the medic-themed hero only refuses to fight because his meta power is just...being radioactive.
But he isn't.
So now, because it's the perfect cover and completely disassociated from Phantom, he has to play along and pretend like yes; that is his power.
I got this very bad idea.
unreasonably fruity.