I Donate My Migrane!!

I've been slowly dragged back into the Naruto fandom, but I'm on ao3 this time. I was a 6th grade writer on wattpad the last time I was in the fandom..... I think you can imagine what I read and wrote.

Perfection!

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

THERE IS NO ESCAPEE!!!

Danny Has Bat-wings

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

) <- super parenthesis. reblog to close all parentheticals you opened and forgot to close in your life and return to equilibrium

So quick rant

My parents don't raise children the raise adults. Now on the surface it doesn't sound to bad, until you realize that it means the we have never been children. We have been adults since the first moment we could be. We had to mature fast take care of our selves and siblings as soon as we could. We never where children.

“Finish it,” Wade ordered him, shoving the rest of the bottle at him. Danny did without question, and Logan pulled the edges of his skin together and started stitching again, his hands coated in molasses-thick neon green. “This slow-mo regeneration bullshit is baloney, by the way. Give me hyper or give me death, god damn.”

Danny giggled weakly.

“Oh, you think I’m joking?” Wade demanded. “You have discovered a new in-between hell place I had never imagined! Do you know how rare it is for me to find horrors that I haven’t lived through? But here you are getting your heart sewn up through your vivisection wound because your regeneration is too good to let you die but not good enough to fix you on its own! Do you know how hard it would be to vivisect me at all? Jesus fucking Christ! What a fucking nightmare!”

“Put a cock in it, Wade,” Logan snapped. Danny, on the other hand, was giggling so much his chest was trembling, so apparently he was the type to find his own fucked-up life funny too.